#buuut.. i couldn't find any good ones : (

[nobody-lll]

Hiiiiiiiiiii

Hope you are doing well :)

Hiiiii beloved moooooot!!!!

- My reaction when moot : )

I'm doiiing... fine ig... mental-health has been mental-healthing recently, but that's nothing new. Been super out of it tbh, and work sucks as usual. But I guess I can't complain too much aside from that, tho!!

Thanks so much for the ask!! I hope you're doing well, too!!!

[soob1nslut]

⌗ l.heeseung hcs

cw nsfw, breeding kink, oral, rough sex, overstimulation, biting!!!! >ᴗ<

GENDER NEUTRAL!!

these are based on either my personal experiences/preferences ₊ ⊹

⌇ breeding kink/condomless sex i tried to make this one as gn as i could so i omitted anything like pregnancy buuut i would love to write ab that LOL

heeseung loooves when you ask him to fuck you raw. though you guys have done it a few times, he's never actually finished inside. he's never explicitly asked to do so, but you could tell he wanted to. nothing gets him going like when you beg him to cum in you. however, heeseung is a good man and always said no because of the risk. but every now and then, he would thrust deep in you, filling up every inch of you,until your nails were digging into his flesh. his warm, thick cum would fill your pretty hole. he'd pull out of you slowly, admiring the masterpiece that you were. "you were so good for me," he'd whisper. "you looked so fucking cute."

⌇ head

because heeseung is so used to always taking the lead during sex, it's a nice surprise when you do stuff for him. he never expects you to because he never asks, and he loves to take care of your needs before his. however, you decide to give him a little present~ at first he'd laugh at you, asking if you could really take all of him. as soon as your lips pressed against his pink twitching cock, he gritted his teeth and rested his hands on the back of your head. he tried not to push down, as he didn't want to hurt you, but he couldn't help himself. him forcing his length down ur throat aahhhh (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ so cute and pretty boy heeseung would ask you to swallow for him, making sure you take every last drop of him >ㅅ<

⌇ rough sex till overstimulation

heeseung likes it rough. simple as that. "i'm going to fuck you until your body can't live without my dick." and he lived up to that promise. he would ravish you till you reached your limit yet he would still keep going. he was unrelentless with his prowess (lol), fucking you until you could literally only ramble his name and morepleasemoredontstop. he loved seeing how sensitive you could get and how it felt inside you after you came so many times ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

⌇ marks

heeseung and his teeth!! heeseung loved to bite your neck, collarbones, and inner thighs. he left marks all over you for you to find the next morning. heeseung especially loved to mark you as his when you mentioned you had somewhere to go with friends. because of his idol status, it was hard to reciprocate to him, but heeseung always begged you to leave a few for him to think about. you were initially hesitant, worried about any scandals, but eventually you left him a pretty red mark for him to keep as his little secret ₍^ >ヮ< ^₎ .ᐟ.ᐟ bonus - he would always send you pictures of himself in his stage outfits right before his performances and always made sure to show off whatever mark you had created~

໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ this one is a little shorter than the soobin one this isn't my first time writing hcs but its my first time actually deeply thinking about them... id be lying if i said it didnt fluster me to type this stuff LOL

[aita-blorbos]

WIBTA for faking my own death?

Throwaway account, for obvious reasons.

My family and I are on pretty bad terms. They're super bigoted, we fight a lot, and they don't really care about me or respect me at all. On top of that, they own and run a horrible environmentally destructive family business that's been around for ages (it's basically a strip mining operation but worse), and I know they know that upsets me, but they just talk over me and treat me like a child whenever I try to have a conversation about it, and I feel like I can't negotiate with them at all. They've always been like this, and I hate it.

Recently, they've been trying to pressure me to join in the family business and basically gave me the deeds to a chunk of land they want to mine/develop, though they're still basically running the operations logistically. The place is so beautiful, and it's a home to multiple endangered species that could literally go extinct if the project goes through. I've seen it myself and I can't possibly live with the idea of letting that happen.

I couldn't get through to them directly, and I couldn't risk them confiscating the land and just doing things themselves, so I... basically ended up making a whole ecoterrorist alter-ego to sabotage myself so I could have an excuse not to do it? Which was fun, and it has made some actual dents in the project! And I like the person I get to be when I don't have to play along with their awfulness. I've made friends as this person, and um, maaaybe even a girlfriend? Which my family will absolutely lose their shit over if they ever find out about. (That goes for a lot of my friends right now, honestly.) Buuut now they're making a huge deal out of the whole thing and basically want my other persona dead, which is going to be hard to explain when that person turns out to be me! I don't want to have to have this conversation ever if I can help it, and I'm really scared of what will happen to my friends if I get caught.

Right now, almost all my actual friends only know me as my other persona. I don't know what they would think of me if they knew. The only person who knows is my girlfriend, and only because she works for my parents' business as well (she was sort of hired as a personal assistant after I scared off the last one? Long story. Younger me was… not the most mature.) I'm terrified of what might happen if my secret gets out, and I don't think there's any more good I can do as the bratty little princess of the family I'm still badly pretending to be.

I can't keep up this ruse, and I can't keep living like this. I hate it here. I don't want to be this person I am around them anymore. I just want to be me, and the only way I can see to do that is to make a clean break.

So. WIBTA for faking my death to get away from them?

[mamaestapa]

Baby Mama Drama

•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

•series summary: Y/n Hubbard, the younger sister of Cincinnati Bengals Defensive End Sam Hubbard, finds herself in a difficult situation after a steamy hookup with her brothers best friend, who just so happens to be the quarterback for the Bengals. In just nine months their lives will be changed forever. How will Y/n and Joe manage to to go through parenthood together? more so, how will Sam take the news he is going to be the uncle of his best friends baby?

•chapter summary: There's some drama during Emma's baby shower that leaves you in a worrisome situation at the end of the day...

•word count: 7.5k

•warnings: pregnancy, fluff, angst, drama, arguing, mentions of blood, heavy topics toward the end, chapter ends in a cliffhanger...

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March 21, 2023

4 months pregnant

"Oh, this is perfect." You said as you picked up a pink flower onesie off of the shelf. Joe chuckled as he watched you add another newborn outfit to the cart. "Y/n, I think that's enough outfits. She's going to grow out of all of those a few weeks after she's born anyway." he grumbled as you looked at him with raised eyebrows, “Uh huh, I know," you mused, "buuut, a girl can never have too many outfits."

Joe just sighed and moved out of the way so that you could put another outfit into the cart.

You and Joe decided to do a last minute target run this morning before you went over to the Hubbard's house for the baby shower later this afternoon. Today is Emma's (your sister in law) baby shower. You haven't spoken to her or Sam for a little over a month now. And even though Sam has been a complete d-bag to both you and Joe, that's not stopping you from attending and celebrating the sweet baby girl that will be your first niece.

As you and Joe were leaving the baby aisle, a onesie caught your eye. Not one for Baby Hubbard, but one for your baby. You stopped pushing the cart, making Joe look at you with a puzzled expression. He watched you walk over to the rack of baby boy onesies. You pushed your bottom lip out as you held up the tiny newborn onesie that caught your eye.

"Look," you said, eyes growing watery as you held up the onesie for Joe, "It says, 'Game Dey Baby'. Isn't that so cute?" The Onesie was white, with orange letters and black tiger stripes in the letters. "He could wear it on game days." you said, pushing your bottom lip out even more. The baby aisle of Target was a cuteness overload that made your pregnancy hormones go into overdrive. You wanted to buy everything in sight for your baby boy. It's a good thing Joe was shopping with you, otherwise you would have bought a lot more—both for your niece and your son.

Joe sighed as he looked at you holding the Bengals themed baby onesie. You certainly didn't need to be buying any baby clothes just yet, but he couldn't say to you when you looked the way you did in that moment. You looked so happy holding that onesie, plus, Joe couldn't deny that it would be cute to see his son wearing that on game days this upcoming season.

"Put it in the cart," he said to you with a small smile, "it would be cute." You grinned and picked up the onesie, making sure to grab one a few sizes bigger so that your baby would be able to wear it for a couple weeks during the season. You started to push the cart again, finally leaving the baby aisle.

"What's next on the list?" you asked, glancing at Joe, who had his notes app open. “Starbucks." he replied with a smile. Joe isn’t much of a coffee drinker, but he knows you are.

You clapped, "Yay! Mama needs some coffee." Joe shook his head and chuckled at you. "Not so fast. Mama can get her coffee, but only if it's decaf."

Ever since you moved in with him, Joe has been extremely protective over you and the baby. Meaning, he sort of controls what you can and can’t eat and drink. Too much sugar? Immediately no. Large caffeine content? Absolutely not. Contains anything that could potentially harm you or his little man? You can go nowhere near it. It’s sweet of him, but a caffeinated coffee and a pint of ice cream or two, won’t hurt you or the baby.

You groaned, "Oh, c’mon Joe. One venti caramel iced coffee won't hurt me." Joe reached out and rubbed the center of your belly with his fingertips. "It’s not you that I’m worried about, it's the little guy." You pulled his hand away from your growing belly and rolled your eyes. “Joe,” you sighed, “he'll be fine, seriously. Doctor Montgomery said I can have two-hundred milligrams of caffeine a day. A venti has one ninety-five."

Joe knew he wasn’t going to win this argument with you. You were going to get your coffee no matter what.

"Fine,” he said, sighing in defeat, “you can get an iced coffee."

"Yes!” you cheered silently, “thank you.” As you “celebrated”, Joe held his pointer finger up as a way to scold you, “but, you can only get a grande. Just to be safe, please?"

You sighed. You wanted a venti, but, you guess you’ll have to give in to Joe’s demand. You still get your coffee, so at least you’ll both be happy.

“I can work with that.” You nodded, getting in line to order your coffee. Joe smiled, “Good.” You and Joe walked up to the counter and ordered your drinks. The brunette barista immediately recognized Joe. She asked for an autograph and a picture, which Joe happily agreed to do.

Joe was in a great mood today. You could only hope it won't be ruined once the two of you see and talk to Sam soon.

After getting your coffees, you went over to where the self checkouts were, paying for all of your items. Once you paid for everything, you and Joe exited the store and made your way out to his car. You opened the passenger door, sitting down and immediately buckling your seatbelt before Joe could say anything. As soon as you were in the car and comfortable, you took a sip of the delicious Starbucks iced coffee you had been craving for days.

"Ugh," you moaned as the caramel flavoring filled your mouth, "I haven't tasted anything this delicious in such a long time." Joe just shook his head and chuckled at you. Once he backed out of the parking spot and got onto the highway, Joe reached over and gently placed his hand on your bump. He kept it there for the short drive to your brothers house. Your nerves grew the closer you got to the Hubbard's house, but Joe's touch brought you instant comfort. You were hopeful that today would be the day that Sam finally mans up and apologizes for his actions from the past month. Only time will tell if your hopes are true or not...

You let out a heavy sigh as soon as Joe pulled into the driveway of Sam's home. Joe must have noticed you growing tense because he moved his hand from the center of your tummy to your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Y/n, look at me." He said softly. You slowly turned your head to lock eyes with Joe. His blue eyes were soft as he looked at you. He squeezed your thigh reassuringly as he spoke, "Everything is going to be fine." You gulped nervously, "But what if it's not? I know we have to talk to Sam about everything at some point, but," you sigh softly, "what if it just makes things worse, Joe?"

Joe frowned. It broke his heart to see you worked up over this. Even though the majority of the problem is his best friend, he too can’t help but feel somewhat guilty. He was the one that put you in this situation in the first place…

“Then it gets worse and he never speaks to us again.”

“Joe!” You practically whined, “you think that makes me feel better!?” Joe’s frown deepened, “Well it’s the truth, Y/n. If it gets worse, and Sam can’t get over himself and his drama with us, then there’s a chance he won’t talk to us. Maybe not never again, but at least for a while.”

Your chin quivered as you pulled your lips into a thin line. Tears welled up in your eyes as you thought about the possibility of never speaking to your older brother again. You know Sam would never not speak to you ever again. You’re his baby sister, his built in best friend. He’ll get over it eventually for your sake. But there is a chance he’ll never speak to Joe ever again. Joe promised you he was staying around, no matter what. Which means Sam will have to deal with Joe being around when you’re around. He just needs to get over this.

Plus, even though you wanted the truth from Sam about why he made Joe break your heart in college, all you really wanted, was for things to go back to normal. Things to go back to the way they were between you and Sam before you told him you were knocked up by his best friend. You and Joe have no choice but to talk to Sam about everything today. As your thoughts ran wild, you pinched the bridge of your nose and let out a sniffle. Joe sighed softly as he unbuckled his seatbelt. He reached over the center console and did the same to yours. Once your seatbelt was undone he brought a hand up to your head, gently pulling you into his chest.

“It’ll be OK, sweetheart.” Joe soothed quietly as he cradled your head, “I promise.” You nodded against his chest and wiped the tears from your eyes before they could cascade down your cheeks. Joe kissed the top of your head before you pulled your head away from his chest. He moved his hand from the back of your head, tracing his fingertips over your jawline before letting his hand rest against your cheek. He smiled at you as he spoke softly, “You’ll always have me. No matter what.”

“Promise?” You sniff. Joe nodded, responding wholeheartedly, “I promise.” You nodded and gave him a small, teary eyed smile. Joe frowned and pulled you back into him. He rested his chin on the top of your head, keeping his hand placed against your cheek. Stroking your skin with his thumb as the two of you just sat there in silence. You and Joe were both preparing yourselves for what could happen once you enter the Hubbards home.

You pulled yourself away from Joe, giving yourself a couple minutes to settle your emotions and compose yourself before you and Joe got out of the car. Joe wrapped an arm around your waist as the two of you walked up to the door. He gave your waist a gentle squeeze as he smiled at you reassuringly. Joe took a deep breath before he balled his hand into a fist and brought up to knock on the front door. He gave two quick, hard knocks.

"I'll get it Em!" You heard heavy footsteps approach the door before it swung open, revealing a grinning Holly.

"Hi guys!" she exclaimed in her usual upbeat tone, "it's so good to see you." You smiled, "It's good to see you too."

Holly stepped to the side, letting you and Joe enter the house. She shut the door and pulled you into a tight hug, mindful of your growing belly.

"You look so good!" she beamed, pulling away from you and placing a manicured hand on the side of your bump, "How's the little guy?"

"He's good," you smiled, "I think I’ve been feeling little flutters all week for the first time. Joe’s just waiting for him to kick."

Holly smiled and scrunched her nose up as she pulled her hand away from your tummy. She ushered for you and Joe to follow her into the living room where the rest of the guests were. You felt Joe tense up beside you as the two of you followed Holly into the living room. You slowly brought your hand over to his, entwining your fingers together and giving his hand a gentle squeeze. Joe glanced down at you and gave you a small smile before he turned his attention to the group sitting around in the living room.

As the three of you walked in into the living room, you immediately locked eyes with your older brother. Your breath hitched in the back of your throat as you noticed Sam's eyes move between you and Joe, before trailing down to your prominent baby bump. Your bump has grown a lot since he last spoke to you. Emma, who was sitting next to Sam, was in deep conversation with Morgan when she noticed you enter the room. She shot up from the couch, eyes widening slightly as she looked between you and Joe.

"Y/n," she seemed almost shocked to see you. A large grin broke out on her face as she approached you. She wrapped her arms around you, the two of you hugging each other as much as your baby bumps would let you.

"it's so good to see you." she said as she pulled away. You nodded in agreement, "It's good to see you too, Em. I've missed you." She smiled sadly, "I know, me too." She shook the sad smile off of her face, letting out a breath as she gestured to your belly. "Look at you!" she gushed, "you look great." You smiled at your sister in law as you put your hands on your tummy. "Thank you." you gestured to her dress, "but so do you! That pink dress looks perfect on you."

Emma did a little twirl as she cradled her bump, "Thanks." She glanced over at Joe, greeting him quietly before she grabbed the gift bag he was holding. Emma walked over to a table that was set up in the living room, full of gifts wrapped in pink wrapping paper, and lots of diapers. You couldn't help but smile as you looked at the small diapers on the table. All you could think about as you gazed at them was that in just five months, you and J will be going through many of those with your baby boy.

Emma brought you out of your thoughts as she said, "You guys can sit down if you want." Joe nodded, thanking her quietly as the two of you walked further into the living room, greeting everyone before you sat down on the couch. You made sure to stay on the side opposite of where Sam sat. As you sat down next to Joe, you couldn’t help but glance at Sam. He was staring intently in the direction of you and Joe. His light colored eyes eventually looking into yours. You felt your heart sink as you made eye contact with your brother. You wished things weren’t so awkward. Sam used to be your best friend, but that’s clearly changed…

You gave Sam a small smile, deciding to just sweep things under the rug for now. You’d talk to him later. Sam returned the smile before he snapped his eyes back up to his wife, helping her sit back down on the couch. As a few more guests arrived, you and Joe sat on the couch and caught up with Morgan and Logan. They had just gotten back from a week long trip to their home state of Wyoming. It sounded like they had a great trip, which made you happy. You know how much Morgan loves it out west.

Once the baby shower eventually started, Emma thought it would be a good idea to take you and the other girls outside to sit on the patio and catch up a bit, before all of the baby shower activities kicked off. With some help off of the couch from Joe, you followed Emma, Holly, and Morgan into the kitchen. Upon entering the large kitchen, Emma walked over to the china hutch in the corner of the room and pulled out four wine glasses from the cabinet. She placed the glasses on the counter and Morgan poured in some sparkling Welches Rosé, the same kind you had at your gender reveal. You, Holly, and Morgan followed Emma out to the backyard. The four of you sitting at the table on the patio just a couple feet away from the sliding glass doors.

Once you were all sitting, Holly held up her glass of non-alcoholic Rosé. "I just want to make a quick little toast." The rest of you held your glasses up in a toast as Holly gave a little speech. "Today, we celebrate baby girl Hubbard and her beautiful mama. I hope you have the best day celebrating your daughter, Emma. She is going to be so lucky to have you as her mom." Holly finished with a smile.

"To Baby Hubbard!" Morgan cheered, clinking her glass against all of yours. "To Baby Hubbard!" you all cheered in unison. With wide grins on your faces, you each took a sip of your bubbly beverage.

It was so nice to be surrounded by your friends to get your mind off of the Sam drama for a while.

Some time had passed very quickly as you and the girls conversed, catching up with each other over anything that happened since your gender reveal. Morgan talked about her Wyoming vacation with Logan, Holly told you all about her workout program and plans to head home to Michigan for a few weeks, and Emma shared some updates on her pregnancy, excitedly telling all of you that her baby girl kicked for the first time about a week ago. Hearing Emma tell the story of her baby kicking made you even more excited for the moment you and Joe will get to feel your baby move for the first time.

"So what's new with you Y/n? How's baby boy doing?" Morgan asked, giving you a sweet smile. Emma's eyes widened at her questioned.

"You're having a boy?"

You didn't realize Emma didn't know that you and Joe are expecting a baby boy. If Emma doesn't know, that means that Sam definitely doesn't know. Which, you know makes total sense since neither of them went to your gender reveal. But you figured they'd hear the news from someone or somewhere else..

"Yeah," you smile, "I am." Emma nodded, beaming as she said, "That's amazing. I bet Joe's happy."

"He is," you nodded, heart swelling at the thought of the genuine joy Joe got every time he was around you and the baby, "he really is."

Emma's smile faded as it turned to a frown. She sighed softly, "Y/n, I am so sorry that Sam and I didn't go to your gender reveal. I know you must have been pretty upset with us for not going."

Your lips formed a straight line as you thought of how to respond. You weren't upset with Emma, but it's no secret you were upset with Sam.

"It's OK," you sighed softly, "I understand why you didn't go. I'm sure you know, but Sam didn't take the news very well. He and Joe got into it pretty well the night we broke the news to him. I don't think they've talked to each other since then. I know I haven't talked to him."

Emma nodded, "He was pretty upset. Not at you, but with the situation. It really hurt him that you snuck around with Joe behind his back."

Snuck around with Joe behind his back? It was a one time thing! You thought. It's not like you were secretly hooking up with Joe for months before you got pregnant. Besides, it's not really "sneaking around" when the two of you have known history with each other. Plus, Sam was the one that made Joe leave you behind in Ohio all those years ago and you didn't have single clue. If anyone was sneaking behind anyones back, it was Sam.

You couldn't help the scoff that escaped your lips at Emma's words. You rolled your eyes, "He's making such a big deal out of this. I can't believe him." you sighed, frowning slightly as you looked at Emma, "I'm sorry, I know he's your husband."

She shook her head, "Don't be sorry. He's your brother, Y/n. You're family, you have the right to be upset with him when he's acting like this."

You just added, staying silent for a few moments. You hated to pour all of this onto your friends, but you've had this anger with your brother pent up for a month now. You know you need to let it out, and even let them in on a few important details they don't know about.

Morgan reached out and placed a hand over yours, “You look like you just need a minute to let everything out.” You just nodded, causing her to gently squeeze your hand, “We’re all ears, Y/n.”

That’s all you needed to hear before you went on an angry rant. You told them all about Sam’s reaction and how you understood how he took the news, until he did a full 180 that same night. You told them that what was a somewhat calm discussion soon turned to a screaming match between Sam and Joe, resulting in Joe saying he loves you and Sam confessing to breaking the two of you up in college because of his own personal fears.

“You and Joe were together in college?” Holly asked, her jaw dropping in shock. You shrugged, “Sort of.”

You weren’t really with Joe, but the two of you definitely had a connection that was more than just friends.

“What do you mean sort of?” Morgan asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

You sighed softly as you crossed your arms over your chest, “We were never a couple, but he and I definitely had something together. We hid it from Sam and we always had to make sure he wasn’t around wherever Joe and I were together.”

“Sam never knew?” Emma asked.

“Well, we thought he didn’t know. He clearly found out somehow though because according to Joe, Sam was the one that made him break things off with me before Joe went to Louisiana. I was willing to make long distance work, but Joe left me behind.” You explained, feeling a heaviness in your chest as the old memories came flooding back to you.

Holly frowned, “Girl, I didn’t know about any of that. I’m sorry Joe did that to you.”

You shook your head, “It’s not his fault. My brother was the one that made him break my heart. I didn’t know,” you sighed, “I didn’t know it was Sam who told him to do that. I always thought Joe was just using me before he left for LSU, but the truth came out a few weeks ago. Joe never wanted to leave me.”

Morgan got up from her chair and walked over to you, wrapping her arms around her. “I’m so sorry all of this is happening right now. This can’t be easy on you.”

“It’s not,” you said, shaking your head, “but I have you girls and Joe to help me through it. Joe and I had our differences after our “break up”, but I think this baby has brought us even closer together.”

Holly smiled, “I’m glad. You two seem really happy together. Are you together now?”

That’s a tough question. You still aren’t really sure what you and Joe are right now.

“We’re not together, but we’ve shared some moments where it’s obvious we want to see where things go with each other. We said “I love you” the day of our gender reveal, and we’re living together now.”

Holly eyes widened and a huge grin broke out on her face, “Oh my gosh, Y/n!” You laughed, “What?” Holly reached out and grabbed your hands, giving them a squeeze as she said, “That’s so exciting! Have you guys talked about you know…maybe being together?”

You shook your head no.

“Don’t rush into anything,” Morgan advised, “but, I think you and Joe should give it a shot. You know, a second chance at a relationship since your first chance was ruined by your dumbass brother—sorry Emma.”

Emma chuckled, “Nope, don’t be sorry. I’m totally on Y/n’s side. Sam shouldn’t have done that to you or Joe.”

“I can kind of see where he’s coming from,” you reasoned, “but I’m still so pissed at him. With the Ohio State thing and how he reacted to the baby.”

“Have you talked to him about any of this? Maybe it’ll make things better if you talk it out with him.” Morgan said. You nodded, “Joe and I agreed that if the opportunity comes up today, we’ll talk to him about everything.”

“That’s good.” Holly said, letting go of your hands and getting up from her chair. She stood next to Morgan and leaned down to give you a hug, “well whatever happens, you know you’ve got us.”

You smiled, bringing your arms up to hug Holly, “Thank you.”

You girls spent a couple more minutes outside, with each girl giving you a hug and sharing their love and support for you and Joe. Eventually, the four of you went back inside to get back to the baby shower activities. As you walked back inside, you saw Joe standing in the kitchen and talking to the McPherson's. His head snapped over to the sliding glass door when he heard it open. A smile pulling at his pink lips as he saw you walk back into the house. Joe's eyes trailed down your body, taking in all of your features in the simple baby pink sundress adorning your body. You smiled back at Joe and walked up to him, greeting Gracie and Evan as you snaked an arm around Joe's waist.

Joe looked down at you. "Hey," he greeted quietly, doing the same with his arm, wrapping it securely around your waist. "You doing OK?" his soft tone was laced with concern. You looked up at Joe and nodded reassuringly, "Yeah, I'm good right now. I talked to the girls for a bit and that seemed to help. How about you?" He shrugged, "S' a little awkward, Sam's been avoiding me." You frowned as Joe sighed and continued speaking, "but I'm doing good."

Just as you were about to respond, Sam entered the kitchen. His eyes immediatly fell on you and Joe. Joe took his arm off of your waist and cleared his throat. The tension in the air was thick as the three of you stood in silence in the middle of the kitchen. You decided to break the silence, knowing it was best to greet Sam.

"Hi Sam." You greeted, your voice low. Sam gave you a quick nod as his lips formed into a tight smile. "Hey." was all he said before he put his hands in his pockets and walked away to find Emma. You and Joe watched as he walked off, Joe shaking his head in disbelief at your brother.

"It's fine," you breathed out, "if he doesn't want to talk, I won't force him." You pushed yourself off of the counter and turned to Joe, dramatically placing your hands on your hips as you said, "I'm done with the drama. It's had me stressed out for weeks and it's not good for the baby."

Joe nodded in agreement, "No, it's not. I'm willing to have a conversation if he is, but like you said, I'm not forcing anything."

It was good to hear that you and Joe were on the same page. As much as you both wanted to confront Sam, you weren't going to force a conversation with him and his drama. You needed to have a civilized conversation--not another screaming match. If the opportunity comes up today, you'll confront Sam. If it doesn't, then you'll wait. You don't need to stress yourself or your baby out anymore about the situation.

You filled up a cup with some pink lemonade and Joe grabbed a bottle of water before you both headed into the living room to join the rest of the guests--who were getting ready for Emma to open up her gifts. As you and Joe entered the living room, Holly and Joey made room for you and Joe next to them on the couch. You smiled warmly at Holly as you sat down on the couch, Joe sitting down next to you and letting out a soft sigh as he leaned back in the furniture. Joe set his water bottle on his thigh, holding onto the lid with one hand while bis free hand draped around the back of couch. He let his hand rest on your shoulder, making you smile at the feeling of his fingertips brushing against your exposed skin.

Once everyone was situated in the living room, Emma had begun to unwrap the gifts that were sitting on the table set up. Some of the gifts she had gotten were a couple super cute outfits from Morgan and Logan, along with a fluffy, pink baby blanket. Holly and Joey got bottles, a baby book, and a stuffed tiger lovey, while Zac and his wife Sarah pitched in and got the two a crib. Eventually, there were just a few more gifts left, all of them being from you and Joe. She opened the remainder of the gifts, gushing over how precious the outfits were that you got for your niece, and how the cute, pink swaddle blanket that Joe picked out would be perfect for the little girl. After putting all of the opened gifts on the table, Emma and Sam walked around and gave all of the guests hugs, thanking you all for coming and for going them all of the thoughtful gifts. Sam didn't acknowledge Joe much when it was your turn for hugs. He just gave Joe a simple nod and a "thank you". But to your surprise, Sam actually gave you a hug. You were taken aback when your older brother wrapped his arms around you, but you hugged back nonetheless. He thanked you for the gifts and told you he misses you. You just nodded and gave him a small smile in return, unsure of how to respond to him.

Sam misses you? It's his fault for not speaking to you for the last month, not yours. If he missed you, he could've reached out and sorted through his issues with you and Joe...

After your tense interaction with Sam, you and Joe headed to the dining room to get some food. Neither of you had anything to eat yet today, so you figured you'd get some food in your bellies in case you did end up talking to Sam at some point. You didn't want to risk saying something to Sam that you didn't mean to say due to your hanger. That being said, you and Joe stood by the table full of food, filling up your plates with food from the delicious trays full of assortments of food Emma and Sam made and bought for the occasion. As the two of you were standing together, enjoying your food, you looked throughout the room at the different crowds of people. You couldn't help but chuckled as your eyes fell on Emma, who was practically waddling as she headed to the bathroom.

You shook your head, "My best friend is a penguin." you said in amusement as you gestured toward Emma. Joe must have noticed her, because he too was chuckling. He looked down at you, "You're laughing now, but, that's going to be you someday soon." He smiled, resting a hand on your tummy. You smiled up at him, "And I can't wait for that day." Joe caressed your bump with his thumb, "Me neither." he mused.

You had yet to reach the moment in your pregnancy where your bump was big enough to the point where you were waddling more than you were walking. However, you couldn't wait to get to that part of your pregnancy. Because one you get to that point, it means that you'll be even closer to finally meeting your baby boy.

As you and Joe stood around and enjoyed your food together in each others company, you were approached my someone who you least expected to see.

"Hey Y/n."

You turned to your left, eyes widening slightly as you saw Sam approach you.

"Sam," you said, sounding slightly taken aback, "hi." Sam gave you a small smile as he put his hands in his pockets. He cleared his throat before he asked the question you've been wanting to ask him all day.

"Can we talk?"

You took a deep breath as you went outside with Sam. You followed him out onto the lawn, sitting down next to him on the cushioned bench that sat under the pergola lined with fairy lights. You leaned back against the cushion, placing your hands in your lap and looking off in the distance as Sam leaned forward in his seat, rubbing his hands together. He knew he had to talk to you, had to apologize to you for his actions--from both the past and present, but he had no clue how to start that conversation. He couldn't just say sorry, it wasn't that easy.

"So I heard you're having a boy." Sam said quietly, finally breaking the silence. You nodded, sucking in a breath as you said, "Yeah, found out a couple weeks ago."

Sam nodded as he leaned back. He glanced at you with a raised eyebrow, "You happy?" You nodded, a smile pulling at your lips as you spoke, "Yeah, I'm really happy." Sam smiled, his voice soft, "Good. I'm happy for you."

You didn't respond. You didn't know how to respond. Sam certainly didn't seem happy when you told him about the baby last month. The two of you sat in awkward silence for a few minutes, both of you thinking about what you were going to say to the other. As much as you wanted to rip him a new one, you knew you couldn't. even though you're extremely angry with Sam and his actions from the past and now, he's still your brother. You know you'll forgive him at some point, just like he'll forgive you, too.

Sam broke the silence once again, "Look y/n," he sighed softly, "there's a lot that I want to apologize for." He glanced over at you. You just nodded, letting him know you understood and that you wanted him to continue.

"I've been a jerk lately. I shouldn't have reacted the way that I did. I shouldn't have ignored you for the past month, and I certainly shouldn't have missed your gender reveal because I was upset about you hooking up with my best friend again." You scoffed amusingly at his words. Sam continued, "I know I've been a complete asshole, and I'm sorry. That baby is my nephew, not some random kid. I love him, just like I love you Y/n/n." He finished, smiling sincerely at you.

You took a moment to process his words before you cleared your throat and finally spoke. "I'm still upset with you, for more than just how you reacted to the baby news."

Sam's shoulders slouched as he sighed deeply. "I know." Was all he said as his voice grew quiet. You sucked in a breath as a small smile pulled at your lips, "but I love you too, Sammy." Sam smiled once again, pulling you into a tight hug. It made you happy knowing you were starting to finally resolve things between you, Joe, and Sam.

However, just as you thought things were starting to look on the bright side, the situation took a turn for the worse...

Sam pulled away from you, his tone serious as he looked at you with raised eyebrows, "but just because I'm apologizing to you, doesn't mean I'm OK with Joe." Your face turned to a look of disbelief as you pulled yourself away from him. "I still think he's going to leave you, Y/n. There is nothing tying him down to you."

You stood from the bench and crossed your arms over your chest. You couldn't believe you were having this conversation with Sam again.

"You can't be serious right now."

As you uttered those words, Joe had made his way out to the backyard to join you and Sam. He wanted to make sure that you were OK and that the conversation didn't go south. Boy did Joe arrive just in time...

"Everything OK?" he asked, walking up behind you and placing a hand on your shoulder.

"No"

"Yes."

Joe narrowed his eyes as you and Sam eyed each other. In that moment, Joe could tell the conversation had gone south, and that it was only going to get worse now that he had joined.

Joe walked past you and towards Sam, standing next to the bench that Sam was still sitting on. Joe crossed his arms and stared at Sam intensely as he spoke. "What's the problem?"

Sam shook his head, "I'm just trying to help my sister."

"Oh yeah? Like you did in college?"

Sam stood up, getting dangerously close to Joe. Both guys jaws clenched as they started at each other. You snuck past them and sat down the bench, letting out a defeated sigh as you prepared yourself for another screaming match. So much for a civil conversation amongst the three of you about the whole situation.

Sam crossed his arms, "I have no idea what you're talking about." Joe scoffed at his answer, "Bullshit. You were the one that confessed to being the reason I broke things off with Y/n before I left for LSU."

Sam nodded, "I was only looking out for both of you. Long distance wasn't going to work between the two of you, you knew that Joe. You could never make a relationship work in college, whether you were in the same state or not. Hell, while you were sneaking around with my sister I'm sure you had three other flings you felt the same way about. You never stick to one girl, Joe. You never have and you never will." He said, voice dripping with venom as he dug at Joe. Joe was absolutely fuming at Sam's accusations. Joe never made a relationship work in college because he only wanted to be with you. You were his only college fling—at both OSU and LSU. It always has been and always will be just you. But Sam can't seem to understand that.

"I loved Y/n, Sam. I still love her. I didn't want to break her heart like that, I wanted to make things work between us--long distance or not." Joe pointed at Sam's chest, "but you got in my head and insisted that I break things off with her because you hated the idea of your best friend and sister being together. You saw how things turned out between Nick and his best friends sister, so you just assumed Y/n and I would end up the same way they did." Joe looked like he wanted to sock Sam as he started going on a tangent about how your relationship is completely different than what Nick and Jenna's relationship was like.

Soon, the somewhat calm conversation has turned into raised voices and even more accusations being shared between the two of them. You could feel your heart racing as Joe and Sam let all of their pent up emotions out on each other. The bickering back and forth only got worse and even more relentless...

"I knew about the two of you the whole time you were sneaking around. My sister is too good for you, you arrogant son of a bitch."

"I don't care if you never speak to me again, I'm staying around for Y/n and our son."

"You snuck around behind my back and expected me to be OK with it?"

"You snuck around behind my back, Sam! You knew I loved Y/n and you didn't give a shit. You made me break her heart because you cared too much about yourself and your own insecurities."

"This baby deserves someone better than you, Joe. You're going to leave her and that kid behind Joe. You have absolutely nothing tying you down to her. You're not married, you're not dating, hell you're not even living together. You have absolutely nothing."

"Actually we are living together. Y/n moved in a couple weeks ago, and you'd know that if you weren't sulking over yourself and the problems you have with her and I."

The yelling only got worse. You were shocked nobody had a thrown a punch yet. As much as you hate to say it...it's good for the two of them to scream at each other. It's only going to get worse before it gets better. The screaming mean things at each other had to happen before a civilized conversation could be had between them. That's just how it works in a situation like this: a guy being with his best friends sister. Add an unplanned pregnancy into that and it's even more accurate. Deep down you know the two of them will talk it out someday, but for now, they'll stick with what they're doing.

As the arguing continued between Joe and Sam, you could feel your stress levels rising. You were extremely emotionally overwhelmed right now. It's not easy seeing your brother and the man you are in love with, fight like the way they are right now. The whole situation has been weighing pretty heavy on you for the last couple of weeks, causing large amounts of stress and nerves every time you thought about the whole situation. Your heart rate quickened and your blood pressure raised as you listened to the men argue. You leaned forward on the bench and rubbed your hands down your face in agony a few times before you couldn't take it anymore. You snapped your head up, your heart dropping to your stomach as you were beginning to feel different. Something inside of you just didn't feel right. You brushed it off as just being overwhelmed over Joe and Sam's arguing. You stood up from the bench and sighed deeply as you walked away from the scene in the backyard. Neither Sam nor Joe even realizing you had left the backyard, the two of them two engrossed in yelling at one another. You shut the sliding glass door and headed to the bathroom to compose yourself and try to get your heart to stop racing.

As you walked to the bathroom, you still felt off. Something just didn't feel right, and you had no idea what it could possibly be. Until you sat down on the toilet and pulled your light, lace panties down.

Your heart dropped to your stomach and your face grew pale. You let out a gasp as you saw it.

Drops of deep crimson on your light underwear were staring back at you.

You were bleeding. It wasn't a significant amount, but still enough to make your heart skip a beat and your mind immediately fill with worry. Your mind was racing as you reached for toilet paper, wiping yourself off and sure enough, there was a little blood on the toilet paper, too. Your hands were shaking as your thoughts ran wild.

What is happening?

Am I OK?

Is the baby OK?

You didn't know what to think, but you knew one thing was certain. You needed to go to the hospital, ASAP.

You pulled your underwear up and flushed the toilet, quickly and carefully washing your hands before you exited the bathroom and made your way back outside. Your whole body was shaking in fear, and your eyes were welling with tears. Joe and Sam's arguing had died down, but they seemed like they were still quite angry with one another.

"Joe," you called out shakily, your voice full of fear and uncertainty, 'I'm bleeding.”

hey loves!!

wow…a lot just happened in that chapter, huh? and it ended on a cliffhanger too!?

it was kind of all over the place sorry. i promise what happens in this chapter will lead somewhere

i told you this chapter was going to be drama filled and angsty. sam can’t seem to get over himself and now y/n is on her way to the hospital because of complications from all the stress the situation between sam and joe is causing her. this poor girl can’t seem to catch a break!

i promise it’ll start to get fluffier soon…but we have to get through some things first.

i hope you’re all doing well! as always, i appreciate all of the love and support you’ve shown me with this series. i’m extremely proud of it and makes me SO happy seeing all of you excited for more!!🥹🤍

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[piffany666]

Ok just one more punk progeny wont hurt ~

Chapter 9: differences

(Ftm Bright eyes - uses he/him pronouns)

(Lovely demi girl - uses they/she pronouns)

Tw: underage drinking

Lovely gave a hesitant knock on Bright's door.

A few seconds later Lovely was met with a very agitated looking Bright eyes.

"What is it?....you brought wine...?"

Bright's tone was initially very defensive, until his gase made its way down to the noticeably large and decadent bottle in Lovely's hands.

"Yeah I found it on one of the shelves in the hallway, its not doing any good being up there so i thought why not use it to celebrate you becoming part of the solair clan? I know you're technically not old enough to drink but hey! I think spending eternity being 19 is way too harsh of a punishment to do sober, so what do ya say?"

Bright eyes looked stunned, but nonetheless, he answered.

"I say mind the empty boxes and get your ass and that bottle in here!"

20 minutes later:

Let it never be said that Bright and Lovely weren't lightweights.

They were both sitting on the bed, pouring wine that was older than both of them combined into mugs Bright had brought up to his new room.

The blush on Bright's face was a shade of crimson against his skin. Lovely's was a deep pink.

They giggled between slurred words as they housed down the wine.

"Ok ok so- im sorry i-i have to ask"

Slurred Lovely.

"Yeah? Hic* whats up?"

Bright eyes answered, finding it increasingly difficult to sit up.

"You and Porter?"

Lovely didnt even finish before they both burst into a cascade of giggles, she didnt have to. Bright knew what she ment.

"Whaaat?"

Asked Bright eyes, as if Lovely was judging him for his taste in men.

"Nothing nothing! It's just hic* I heard from alexis that you where hehe~"

Lovely playfully nudged Bright's side, he giggled and pushed her away in response.

"Dont be gross!"

"Haha! What? I was just asking! I mean you've only known him like less than 20 minutes"

Bright couldn't help but smirk at this

"Uhh actually hehe we had already met, at a bar hic* the other day"

"Oooh! So this was like a reunion? Got it"

"Hehe yeeah, wait hic* how dose alexis know about that?"

Lovely began pouring another mug

"Oh she said she walked in on you two going at it in the hallway"

Bright eyes nudged Lovely with his mug, gesturing that hed like a refill

"Oooohh that explains why he dipped out on me"

Lovely began pouring another mug.

"He's probably waiting for YOU you know? I bumped into alexis on my way here so he's defiantly finished talking with her soooo"

Lovely was done with refilling his cup however he nudged her arm while she was pouring, indicating that he wanted more than what she was allowing him to have.

Lovely stumbled a bit because of this and for a second she worried that the wine would spill onto the bed and stain it.

"Yeeaah but I'll be damned if i wait around for a man for too long so hic* i left after he was gone for like hic* 1 minute...?"

Bright took the mug from her without any consideration that it could spill, and to Lovely's relief it didnt.

"What you gonna do if he shows up here?"

"Hic* I dunno probly turn him away"

"Heck Yeah!"

Lovely high fived the hand that didnt contain a mug full of wine.

"You know how much me and vincent hate Porter? I'm not judging you buuut"

Bright scoffed

"Why tho?"

"Hic* long story, I can already feel a headache forming"

Lovely grabbed at the skin between her forehead. Her vision was begining to blur. So was Bright's

"Damn how'd you manage to get a hangover BEFORE you're done drinking?"

"Oh piss off!"

Lovely playfully pushed him but due to his state he fell backwards instantly, the wine splashed as he fell

"OH SHI-"

Bright exploded with laughter, ignoring the wine he spilled over himself.

Thankfully he didn't get any on the bed sheet.

Once they had both calmed down, Lovely realized something.

"Wait- Wait.... Porter told us that he was talking a 'newborn' to the summit as his plus one"

Bright looked stunned, then his brows furrowed.

"Was he talking about you?!"

The question caused Bright's previous expression to change into one of suprise and confusion.

"I mean....he didn't SAY anything to me about it...?"

Lovely pushed herself up from the bed

"So you're telling me that asswhole said he was bringing you to the summit WITHOUT EVEN ASKING YOU FIRST?!"

Lovely recalled just how stressed Vincent was over inviting an additional vampire to the sumit, them being a newborn made things even more inconvenient, but the fact that the person he was inviting was not only already invited but they were the god damn guest of honour?!

Lovely was pissed, in more ways than one and it showed.

"Hey chill out! He probably didnt even mean ME i-im I was....just a one nighter i mean come on!"

"Dont play dumb! I saw how he looked at you today in that meeting, heee likes youuuu~"

He agressive tone from before had vanished and turned into a juvenile one, the kind youd expect to hear at a 12 year old's sleepover"

"Please stop"

They went back to laughing hysterically.

4 mugs of wine and 1 black out later:

"You know...I was a foster kid"

Bright was just coming to when he heard this.

"Really?....how did you know I was one too?"

"Vincent told me"

By this point they were both close to falling asleep at any moment, however, this was something Lovely had wanted to talk to Bright about since the moment Vincent had told her this piece of information, so she pulled herself together and took another sip, hoping it would keep her awake despite it being the thing causing her fatigue.

"Vincent told me that you told him"

"Oh Yeah, I remember"

Lovely once again was lost on how to continue this conversation.

"D-do you have any siblings?"

"Well-"

Bright hesitated.

"I don't know what it was like for you but in the homes i went to we all considered each other 'siblings' but biological? No. Not that I know of"

"Huh. Do you still keep contact with any of them?"

Lovely couldn't tell if he looked sad or just tired.

"I did. With one of them. But then she just...stopped"

"I'm really sorry"

For a moment they just layed there, quiet and still.

Until Bright got up and poured himself another, seemingly doing the same thing Lovely was attempting to do.

"What about you? Got any sibling?"

Lovely seemed to perk up at this.

"Yeah actually. Biological but they got adopted before me, the parents only wanted them"

Bright scowled.

"Tipical, honestly, they should do two for one deals with these sorts of things?!"

Lovely assumed he was joking due to the serious nature of the topic of discussion, so they laughed.

"Yeah Well, I was lucky enough to keep contact with them the whole time online, last year I got to meet them in person tho since I started going to damn and theyd been going there a little while before me"

Bright gave a warm smile. He seemed genuinely happy to hear that lovely was able to see their sibling again.

"They're doing good for themselves too, they have a nice boyfriend, a good friend group and they're so damn talented with magic!....I'm glad they ended up ok even without me"

Lovely gently touched his arm.

I'm hoping that even with your rough start, you can do the same"

His smile dropped as his lips parted in suprise, he didn't know how to respond. So he didn't.

He just clicked his mug with hers and continued to sip it.

The brim hiding his smile.

Vincent was still in shock in regards to what happend.

He would be lying if he said he hadn't seen Lovely angry before but this was....diffrent.

He also felt bad that Lovely had inadvertently made Sam feel like he needed to leave.

Vincent thought that the best thing to do would be to go and confront her.

But that was before he saw her and Bright laying on Bright's bed wasted.

"What the-?!"

"Ok ok so old wine....is good wine hic*"

Lovely didnt seem to notice Vincent standing gob smacked in the doorway.

"Yeah ok ok but hic* expensive wine....is good wine also-"

"What are you guys doing?"

Vincent finally got Lovely's attention.

"Oh hiiiii~ hey vinc hic* whats up?"

"A-are you drunk? Why are you drunk?!"

"Relax, I just thought we could use a drink is all"

Lovely was desperately trying to sit up, luckily her cup was empty so she didnt need to worry about spillage.

"We just established that Bright isn't old enough to even drink!"

"Oh chill out grandpa, Lovely here already got a headache"

Lovely, still stumbling over herself, pushing Bright eye's leg before falling over herself and eventually being caught by Vincent.

She looked up at him for a moment then smiled sweetly.

"Hi~"

She went to kiss him but she could barely keep herself up so she didnt succeed.

Vincent decided to excuse the absurdity of the situation and prioritise getting Lovely to bed before it got too light outside.

"Ok time to get you to bed, say bye to Bright"

"Byyee!~"

She waved lazily at him, he did the same.

Given Lovely's state, Vincent thought it was wise to ask Bright how he was holding up.

"Hey, you gonna be Ok?"

"Yeeeaah ill be fine"

Vincent trusted Bright not to do anything too stupid between now and night time.

"Alright then"

Vincent proceeded to carry Lovely into their bedroom a floor up.

Bright tried to sleep off the feeling swimming throught his head......But he couldn't.

Epilogue:

A knock on the door caused Bright eyes to jolt up from his bed.

He wasn't asleep, however he was still suprised by the sound, especially since the intoxicated state he was in amplified all sounds.

He groaned as he felt himself moving from his bed on the door.

"What?"

He slurred, voice thick with sleep.

He opened the door to Porter standing in front of him.

"I apologise for the late arrival~"

"Yeah? Why'd you run off before then? Cold feet?"

Bright had previously been told the answer to this question, however he still wanted to tease him, and see if he would tell the truth.

Porter winced at the implication that Bright had thought this entire time that Porter had left him due to "cold feet". Despite this, he coughed then gave a small slightly awkward laugh.

"N-no I do apologise for leaving its just....alexis saw us. I knew she would tell vincent and i really dont fancy having my head removed before I could get a chance to ask you something important, you understand?~"

Bright didnt answere, he did however share a kiss with Porter once he had finished apologising, he wasn't entirely sure who initiated it but he reciprocated nonetheless.

"Hmm~ may i come in?"

Bright could feel Porters breath against his lips.

Bright eyes smiled.

"No".

Then he closed the door to his room.

@darlin-collins thank you for proof reading as usual ♡

@anexistingexistence @you-think-i-care-mate

[starclast]

Entering gravity falls 📌

Soooo...I've talked about before on how did I first encounter certain games/series or entered certain fandoms and such but...honestly? Out of everyone...how I came to actually enter to gravity falls fandom is (for now) certainly the *weirdest* of them all 😅

To be honest with you, I wasn't interested at all in gravity falls when it was first airing. I was in my, what could be called, *you cant watch cartoon shows, that's childish* face...😑 Back then I kind of knew about gravity falls and had seen some little bits here and there but not really knew anything about it. And the fact that I thought the art-style was *childish* too didn't help me at all to get interested in it. Years passed and my knowledge about it grew...a tiny bit (if knowing that Bill Cipher would bring the apocalypse seems like a tiny bit to you 😶), buuut I was still pretty uninterested so any spoiler that crossed my way just didn't hit hard me at all 😑

More years passed and then I stumbled my way into itchio, where I started to look for games I could play. Then I saw it for the very first time, the fangame: Swooning over Stans ✨✨✨ And then I was like *...What??? Why does these two look so simi-? Oh wait, they are twins. huh...Wait a minute, this one looks familiar to me*. I read that it was inspired by gravity falls and though it didn't click me at first, at the end, I remember that indeed there was a series called gravity falls and so I...kept scrolling 😶 Yep, I still wasn't interested in it or anything related to it aaaand it stayed like that...until last year.

One afternoon I was bored, like BORED to death and nothing, nothing remotely interesting seem to be in my way 😑 Sooo since I didn't anything better to mind, I said to myself: *why not try out that gravity falls fangame? At least it will be good to pass the time* And so, I did.

At first I was jus planning to try out one route, Fords route, to be more specific, because he was the one who got my attention out of the two, and then...it caught me 😆 It wasn't like I fell or find it interesting instantly, but the art-style, humor and characters started to appeal to me more and more as I kept playing (and even though I was spoiled already for some of the stuff that there were mentioned, my mind didn't relate them or kind of forgot about it all together so... My first playthrough wasn't perfect at all, but overall I had an incredibly more enjoyable experience than what I first expected, so I decided to keep playing! 🤗

I tried out Stan's route then, and though I didn't got a perfect, I still had a lot of fun!! Soooo...I kept tryin until I made it 😅

I only made two OCs while playin. First was Misha for Fords route, and then Ann for Stan's route. Their designs came to me surprisingly easily, actually, and though they are pretty simple, I quite like how they look! 😄

After the game, I obviously wanted to draw some fanarts and such...but I struggled a lot because it quite differed from my usual style of drawing (specially the head shape, eyes and nose 😅) But well, as you can see, I managed to do it!!! 🤗🤗🤗

In the end, I liked the game so much so that I couldn't stop myself from wanting to see the series it was based on and till this very day...I don't regret that decision 🤩🤩🤩 So yeah, thank you very much to everyone who worked on this project and gave me an opportunity to finally get into gravity falls!!! ...Though it was in a kind of weird way, haha 😅

[fo-enjoyer]

oooo you wanna share your selfship / s/i lore so bad ooooo 🌀🌀🌀 literally any of them, ALL of them even

Bruh I forgot this was here buuut-

I love to talk my DC one! I have a lot of stuff for it :3

S/i before she became a criminal she was a humble woman(?).

Like many people she was working a job trying to make ends meet. She didn't originally live in Gotham, and I'm still figuring out why she's in Gotham now, but she moved there at some point most likely because of money/job problems.

She was about in her mid to early twenties, and she would go to bars and whatever hoping for a good time. One time she went to a bar and met this interesting fellow.

That greasy ass oc guy.

They had a few drinks together and they naturally connected. Both being very into each other specially her because like me she has a thing for bad decisions. So she went home with him and then end up in the classics scenario where she woke up the next morning realizing she was now a lab from this crazy guy, and will now be used as a test experiment until further notice. You know classic. (Note the story could take me to be more dark depending on the dc version and what I feel fits)

Apparently they had a deep conversation about their bodies, and their shames about it. (Depending on the version the s/i body shame is either about being plus size or wanting to be more masculine) and he hates how so many people can just never be happy with their bodies. So like any reasonable person he wants to fix this by making a injection with similar properties to Clayface and Plastic Man yet without the repercussions of those.

Little time skip like a few months later (1 to 3 about) she escaped after being exposed to horrible experiment, after horrible experiment. I'm not sure exactly how she got out, but I'm pretty sure both were at least physically hurt in the process. Either way the damage was already done she now has ability to shape shift her skin which cost the durability of her skin because she gets bruises/cuts very easily now, along with this horrible texture of her skin that will annoy her to no end, and the most horrible of all she looked nothing like she did when she originally came. Which doesn't sound that bad compared to the other things, but it's been so long she couldn't recall exactly what her face look like. It was blurry, and couldn't quite make it exactly right. And even when she finds a picture eventually(depending on version) she still has that lingering feeling of not being just right. Always wrong.

The second worst thing tho is realizing quickly that no one even cared she was gone. Of course they realized, but no one questioned it. Not as much as they should've. Now fired from her job for being a no-show or just not recognized and having the crushing weight of knowing no one actually cared if she lived or died. It hurts.

She felt empty, void, but she couldn't stay like that because she needed money. Maybe even place to live depending how long she was gone for.

Some she works as a hitman for a while which naturally progresses to her wanting to do more, which leaves her to her more "normal" crimes. Hitman is honestly more of a fun alternate of her just doing a dead-end job which she does in most versions. She gets another job maybe uses her powers who knows.

Now no matter what version she is always going to be Judgment(old villain name). The way she gets this idea is not concrete, but it's usually because of feeling like nothing, and wanting to be something. Want to know she did something in her life that she can be happy about before she dies. This is where her craving for justice didn't start but got worse.

She's known the police have been corrupt, she's known they don't do everything, she's very aware that Gotham in itself sucks ass. People that have done thing swept under the rug for whatever the reason might be, the police fault or not. She herself see herself as a vigilante just one ready to kill. Most versions her first kill is her father (I wish) for doing some heinous activities which in some cases can lead to her down this road to begin with then it being a part of her road. There were reports of seeing someone before/after this kill yet no one's been convicted since no one could track down the exact woman they saw.

She eventually goes to Arkham because of the bats of man himself and perhaps with a chipped tooth (some versions she had that before the encounter) yet she refused to give her name and because of her changing appearance it's basically impossible to figure out who she was, calling herself Judgment. Until she was convinced by the Riddler to change her name to Doppelganger for a more recognizable and less cliché name. It was the right call.

She has a weird relationship with justice especially Batman. She doesn't hate Batman except when he's in her way from doing the "right thing"calling him a hypocrite. Yet she is definitely not immune from criticism herself, a quote that describes her best, "A fanatic is someone that redoubles their efforts while losing sight of their goal" - Batman btas. Her morals were never great but her intentions are being muddied by associating herself with certain villains. Riddler as example of someone she often associate yourself with but is not really with her goals of "justice" usually. Justice now being more self-servant as time goes on. This most definitely changes between versions but it's a somewhat constant.

[painted-bees]

As a fellow acespec I want to toss Raf into a protective pillow fort and feed him on an exclusive diet of love and validation. Your posts about him imply that he's been through a lot of trauma. Can I ask what that was? Who hurt our boy?

Thank you for loving the lad!♡♡♡

What's Raf's damage? 😂 it's not really any specific thing that happened to him, he just sorta grew up being boiled alive and never realized it until he tried leave the pot and everything hurt lmao.

He was raised as a commodity. His mother/publicist conceptualized a very marketable, appealing persona that her son was to embody--so that she could sell it. He grew up being told what his goals were, what his passions were, what he liked, what he didn't like, how to speak, how to compose himself in a way that was endearing and widely approachable. And he was praised for it. As a kid from like 4-10 years of age, it was fine--great, even! He liked the praise, he liked being told he was good at things, he liked doing the things he was good at! He was into it, as a kid. But then, as he entered into adolescence, he started wanting other things, hobbies for himself, friends his age, the free time and autonomy even just to explore different instruments and genres of music that he felt personally interested in. But of course, if it didn't serve the public persona, there would be no time for it. He had studies, recitals, competitions, interviews, functions, so on and so forth. Being a public figure was...a pretty all-consuming thing. And he--began to resent it. And he began to push back against it.

Unfortunately, when he began to assert himself and set boundaries for himself--if it took away from what others had to gain from him...it began to color the way they treated him. He didn't fully recognize this though--until he left Monaco to attend Juilliard.

The whole reason he wanted to go to school across the ocean at all was to get as far away from his parents and their oppressive scheduling & scripting as he could--to finally have time for himself, to -be- himself, and to sorta find his own legs, so to speak. Buuut--the students and faculty who weren't some manner of hostile towards him over his history as an (admittedly) overrated, professionally coddled child celebrity--befriended and cozied up to him largely because he and his name carried a pretty significant amount of clout (oh, the connections!). Even his genuine friendships were still colored by the very, very successful career his parents had crafted for him. And this fostered a lot of his anxiety regarding people and relationships.

School left him more burnt out and insecure than he had ever felt in his life, with no solid sense of his own identity, and a very strong sense that people only wanted to get to know him better for the purpose of exploiting him. And--9 times outta 10--he found he was right about that to some varying degree. But with nerves so raw, even an 'acceptable' measure of this felt too much for Raf.

And so, he aspires to be someone that no one knows. A complete nobody. Just a guy. He tried to quit music for this purpose but couldn't really commit himself to doing it--it was too much a part of him, despite how he resented the fact. He just wants to be left alone, but he can't stand to be lonely ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[anjukurada-fanfic-rec-blog]

*Quick note! I am using several different fan-art in this post, and although I tried to get the Watermarks/signatures/names of the artists in most of them, there are one or 2 that I was uncertain of because they were just posted without credits somewhere else and I couldn't find the posts, so if anyone knows that artists, feel free to let me know!*

Hello and good morning! I am in search of some Helluva Boss Fanfiction recommendations! I have read so many lately (and I still have about 27 queued up to read) BUUUTTT! There are topics and themes that I am craving that I haven not been able to really find, no matter what tags I use to search, so I wonder if anyone can give me some recs! Even if I've read them before! First and foremost, I am a huge Moxxie fan, and as a Whump lover, I enjoy seeing the little guy in peril. Injured, abused, terrified, manipulated, anxiety/panic attacks, fighting for his damn life! All of it! So any good recs for that would be lovely!

(Credit to Silentzound on Tumblr: https://sandraharissa.tumblr.com/post/694554708256423936/striker-vs-moxxie )

I have read MANY Striker vs Moxxie fics, and even a few Moxxie and Valentino (Hazbin Hotel) fics, but I very rarely come across a GOOD Moxxie vs Crimson fic that isn't either very OOC or that doesn't have Crim "Assaulting" Moxxie as a child, like... Nah, that's just not for me. Makes me really uncomfortable. But we see that Crim is able to hurt and terrify his poor son like no other, and I absolutely LOVE it, and would love to see some more of it. Like, legit, I am excited for his reappearance in the show because he made it pretty clear what his intentions are, and I am excited for that final showdown! So, basically, anything with Crimson terrifying, abusing, manipulating, hunting/stalking, hurting, basically being a total P.O.S dad to Mox. Or hurting his "family" as a way to get at Mox. BONUS POINTS if Mox finally gets to stand up to his dad properly, once and for all. And some MUCH needed Comfort afterwards!

(First pic credit to Nokurla Ams Dub on Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/@nokurla/community

Second pic Credit to rqlefthandy on Twitter: https://twitter.com/Rqlefthandy

Third pic credit to TsukiYamaKaras on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/tsukiyamakaras/ )

I have also developed a soft spot for some Alessio and Moxxie fics. Either with Alessio caring for Mox after his father's abuse or neglect, being the only form of (albeit reluctant) comfort for the child after his mother passes, things like that. Also enjoying the thought of Moxxie returning home or being kidnapped and looking for Alessio to help him, begging him to save him or stop Crim, but Alessio either guiltily refuses or doesn't step in until things have already gone too far.

(Credits unknown, please help! )

I have also come across a collection of Moxxie and Blitzo bonding fanfictions by Cranberryfriend on AO3 called "Blitzo and Moxxie, sometimes friends" and it made me want MORE of their bonding. More of Blitzo being an ass until Moxxie cries, only to realize he took the "joke" too far. More helping with panic attacks, more protection, more talking. MORE SCENES where they develope a relationship, get to know each other more, hurt each other and help each other, because I crave that from them!

Link to the fanfiction: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31254803

I also saw a really fucking cute one where Stolas comes to invite Blitzo to a musical, but Blitzo doesn't want to go (he's having a bit of a mood). Moxxie sees the tickets and gets excited that Stolas gets to see that particular show, so Stolas offers him the tickets so he and Millie can go, but Millie is busy with family, so they both go together! For the life of me, I cannot find the story again, so I don't have a link... BUUUT

I really want more of them bonding! So, all that being said, if you have any recommendations, please let me know!!!

[thatssonanii]

Aisle 32

A/N: Its short buuut felt like a good stopping point lol and Yes, he got friends!😂😂😂😂

Grocery shopping was usually Haleigh's favorite thing to do when she had help and today she was going at it alone. Her family all had other obligations, though they encouraged her to wait till the next day she didn't want to and decided she could handle it alone. As she stood on the detergent aisle she started to realize that she probably should've waited.

"Why do they always put the one I like on the top shelf?" She mumbled, rubbing over her round six month belly. She giggled feeling the kicks. "You don't know either huh? Guess we'll have to get something else for now."

Looking at her options, she realized that she didn't like any of them. There were no employees around to ask for help and she was not about to ask a stranger. Biting her lip, she thought about all the chastising her mom, aunts and Nana had done when she even looked like she wanted to reach over her head or pick something heavy up.

"If you don't tell, I won't." She said to her belly before reaching for the jug of detergent.

As she was trying to pull the jug down, another patron came down the aisle. His cart came to a stop in front of the dishwasher detergent, his phone sandwiched between his ear and his shoulder. While he was listening to the person on the phone tell him what kind to get, he saw Haleigh out of the corner of his eye struggling to get the jug down then noticed her belly. Telling the person on the phone to hold on, he put it in his pocket then quickly went over to her.

"Let me get that for you." He said softly.

Haleigh glanced over at him and gave him a small smile as she stepped back. "Thank you."

He pulled it down, placing it in her cart and smiled at her. "You're welcome. That's way too heavy for you to be pulling down."

"Gotta do what you gotta do sometimes," she shrugged, "Thanks again. I really appreciate it."

Giving him another smile, Haleigh pushed past him continuing her shopping. He was cute but she knew on the slim chance that he was single she had way more going on than he wanted to deal with so she kept walking. She loves her baby so much already but thinking somebody was cute was how she got this way. Just another guy to leave her when things got too serious.

Thirty minutes later, she finished getting everything on her list and decided to go look at the baby section. Every time she went to a store with a baby section, Haleigh couldn't leave without something for her unborn baby. She had looked on the first two aisles not finding anything she liked, getting to the third she was too busy looking at the items that she didn't see the other cart before she bumped into it.

"Oh God, I'm sorry. I wasn’t paying attention." She apologized quickly.

Looking over at the person's cart she hit, there was that smile again. Only this time it was a bit wider. He looked up from the two sippy cups he held in his hands.

"I'm fine I promise," he assured her. "Are you and your lil one okay?"

Her hand went to her belly feeling the few kicks and laughed softly. "Got a few kicks so we're okay. I really am sorry though."

"You're good, I promise."

The two of them went back to looking at the items on the aisle. Him still trying to pick a sippy cup, her looking at bibs. She could feel him glancing at her but she tried not to look back.

"What're you having? If I can ask."

"Huh? Oh um I don't know yet. My best friends insisted on throwing me a gender reveal this weekend." She explained still looking at the bibs.

He nodded putting one sippy cup back and picking up another. "You got a preference?"

She shrugged a little. "Healthy. You have a kid, huh?"

Looking up from the cups, he gave her a confused head shake. "No. Just a dog. Why'd you ask?"

Haleigh laughed a little pointing to the cups. "You look like you're thinking really hard on which one to get. Figured it must be for your kid."

He laughed. "Oh, oh no. My friends invited me to a baby shower so I'm tryna find things to put in a basket for the mom."

"Ooooh," she laughed, "Well if you know what she's having then get gender specific. If not, gender neutral."

"Smart, that's smart." He winked at her. "Which bibs are you gonna get?"

Haleigh rubbed her face trying to hide her blush. "I think I'm gonna get Mickey Mouse. Boys and girls like Mickey. Right?"

"Yeah they do. I'm Ardian by the way." He said sticking his hand out which she shook.

"Haleigh."

"Nice name. How far along are you?"

"24 weeks as of yesterday."

He nodded, looking over at her. "Congratulations, I don't know why I hadn't said it before. I'll let you go, don't wanna take up all your time."

"Thank you," she said softly, "You're not but I do need to get out of here before I spend more money. Have a good day, Ardian."

He chuckled, sliding out of her way. "You too, Haleigh. I hope you have a good gender reveal."

As they passed each other, they shared another smile and watched her leave the aisle shaking his head at himself. Both were chastising themselves for flirting with someone that was more than likely taken.

[twistedtummies2]

For a Christmas present, my dear friend @belliesandburps bought me this lovely piece of fiction. Sixteen days into the New Year, and I finally got a chance to properly sit and read through this graphic novel in its entirety. I am extremely happy with it overall. So, before I go on, I just wanna say...thanks, BNB. This means a lot to me, truly. <3

"Bram Stoker's Dracula, Starring Bela Lugosi" is a graphic novel adaptation of...well...Bram Stoker's Dracula. As in, it is an adaptation of the original book, NOT any of the film versions. The big twist is that Dracula is illustrated with the likeness of Bela Lugosi: arguably the most iconic portrayer of Dracula, who famously played him in the 1931 Universal classic. The artwork is done in a monochrome style, all in black and white, with heavy shadows, and "sets" designed to look like some of those from the Universal film. While Lugosi's is the only true likeness in the story, some of the other characters - most notably Van Helsing and Jonathan Harker - do bear a resemblance to the actors from the Universal film. (I should add immediately that others look absolutely nothing like them; I was a bit disappointed that Dwight Frye was not used as the reference for Renfield.) The comic essentially poses the question: "What if Bela Lugosi had been in a more faithful adaptation of the novel, and they'd been able to get away with things you couldn't do in 1931?"

First of all, this graphic novel is a shockingly faithful adaptation of the original book. While it obviously can't keep all of Stoker's text, it does keep a surprising amount without ever feeling too wordy. It also hits just about every single character, plot detail, or story element involved, as far as I can find. The only great exception is that Dracula looks like Lugosi, which is not how Stoker describes things...buuut if Dracula looked the way Stoker described, that would sort of negate the entire purpose of the comic, so that's not really an issue. With that said, they DO keep the gimmick from the book of Dracula becoming younger as the story goes on.

I also feel - and this may be surprising - that the graphic novel IMPROVES upon the original book, most specifically during the climax. One of the few problems I have with the original novel is that the climactic defeat of the Count is a slight letdown, at least in my opinion. Incidentally, this is also a problem I have with the Lugosi film, albeit for somewhat different reasons. The comic improves on both by expanding on the climax slightly, while still holding true to Stoker's basic description of what happens, creating a very exciting and dramatic finale.

Because of all this, I actually feel this graphic novel might be the most accessible adaptation of the original novel for a lot of people: if you ever wanted to read Stoker's original tale, without ACTUALLY reading the copious, dense 1897 book, this is a good substitution. It has everything in the book (more or less), features the most visually iconic Dracula (albeit in printed/illustrated format), and in some places improves upon the story without REALLY changing it. If you're a Dracula fan of just about any sort - a fan of Lugosi, a fan of the original novel, or both - I very highly recommend checking out this book.

Literally my only gripe with the graphic novel is that I wish Lugosi's wasn't the only real likeness featured. I wish some of the other characters who appeared in the Universal original - especially the aforementioned Renfield - looked like their film counterparts, too. (Really, the only exception there is Dr. Seward, since the character in the film is VERY different from the one in the novel.) But hey, at least they got arguably the most important likeness from the 1931 film in. That's ultimately all that "counts." Ha Ha. :P

[amalthea9]

So I know I never posted on tumblr buuut i saw the Mario Brothers movie and INSTANTLY crushed on Bowser. I've had a crush in Jack Black for YEARS and always thought Bowser was cute and fusing them just doomed me really.🤣

For weeks I have been wanting to get Boswer from Build a Bear and I thought Mother's day would be a good day to do it to lift my spirits a bit. I almost couldn't find him though! He was sold out online, and none of the malls near me had any left! So I called Grapevine Mills, knowing it was a 40 minute drive. It took two tries to get through but when they picked up, they said they had four left!😱 I asked if there was any way to hold one for me and they said sure! 😍

The lady who stuffed him for me was sweet enough to do the whole bit with the little felt heart you put into the bear too.💖 I don't remember the whole bit, but my favorite part is that you take the little felt heart and rub it on your heart so that your new plush feels your love asghjkl😭💖

I'm sure Mom would have been amused and not the least surprised that I was willing to drive 40 minutes for a plush 🤭🤣

That's his little certificate you can make when you get a plush.🤭

[interrobang-sketches]

Story about what Scarlet did before she became the well known medic she is now.

Word count: 1,000 words

CW: Heavily Implied child death

“-that’s why this one is delicate. The Host suffered from some trauma, meaning the kids will be harder to find - spread out all across the mindscape and sandbox and such, you'll have to coax them out carefully. Otherwise they'll run off and you'll never find them, and they'll grow up independently, and it'll become a whole thing- hey, this is important. Listen.” Scarlet blinked back to attention at the snap of fingers in her face, eyes darting to meet her supervisor’s. She nodded obediently, echoing back the instructions.

“Be gentle, coax them out slowly or there will be complications.”

“Good. I'm going to go after the more skittish sides - I want you to find Wonder and Confidence, from what the protector told me they'll be together in their room. They'll follow you easily, just lead them to the door we come in through, and the mindscape will do the rest.”

Scarlet nodded again, politely holding her hands in front of her. She had heard a version of this same speech every time they entered a new mindscape, so all she really needed to take in was who and where - the rest was her supervisor's job, and the protector’s, and the mindscape’s, and everyone's but hers.

“Good. Come on.”

And it was always the same. A big room, or park, or literal sandbox, or pillow fort, or other areas of that ilk would be the room they enter into - it would have corridors or paths or clearings branching off into further sections or rooms for every side, and in one of said rooms there'd exist a sandbox that she was Not Allowed to Touch Under Any Circumstance, and that she had in fact Touched Under Any and Many Circumstances. Nothing ever happened, so what was the big deal anyway?

Right turn here, left… the way there had been given to them as a pseudo memory before they had entered by the protector, directing them to the sides they needed to find. She had wondered for the lognest time why the protector couldn't simoly lead them there themselves - she had assumed the issue was some sort of emotional guilt on the protectors side that meant they didn't want to get rid of their kids, but that didn't explain her initial question about the pseudo memories being given.

Turns out, she wasn't initially wrong or right - while protectors getting attached was sometimes a problem, the bigger issue was of the sides getting attached to their protectors - while not an issue in normal mindscapes, since those would not require the appearance of their protector in the first place, traumatised mindscapes like the ones they often deal with had required the protector stepping in much more, and forming deeper bonds with the kids than was normally meant to happen. The protector tended to become the one good thing those kids had, often internally and externally.

So people like her were brought. Not just so the kids had a professional and easy transition from existing to not. But so the sides that grew from those kids didn't associate safety with betrayal, didn't associate their saviour with their death.

“Hello… hey hey, it's okay. I'm staying over here, see? That's a very cool sword you have there bud, you coloured it in all on your own?”

They were such sweet kids. Their janky creations and thoughts written across everything as they tried to figure out who they were on their own - how you could see each idea forming and being interrupted by another, back and forth and back, scrawled in chalk and crayon on the walls and floors and furniture. Kids being kids.

Sometimes.

…Maybe that's why she grew up to hate clean spaces. No one should be scared to let their home look lived in. Especially not kids.

“Wow, I love that blue touch there. Oh you added that? That's incredible, you both did such a wonderful job! Yeah, I know - those hospital crayons do suck, don't they? But, I have a surprise for you. I'm not meant to say, buuut it could have something to do with crayons-”

It hurt. The first few years of watching their trusting faces twist into pain when they looked up at her hurt. It was a feeling she couldn't rid herself of, cursed to be one of the few protectors to form not feeding off of those emotions. As caring as everyone in their district was, they needed to get paid somehow - unless like Scarlet they were bound there by their maker, everyone else relished in their cries and stole their tears and terror as their own, a daily meal to feast on while helping their world keep turning.

She couldn't do it. She had figured out a way around it a while back, but didn't dare utter a word about any of it to anyone - she took their memories early. As they took her hands and glued themselves to her sides, those core memories would bleed into her slowly. The control had taken a few years to master on its own, to be gentle enough to not be noticed by the kids, but quick enough to leave them empty shells by the time they reached the door. To make their last memories happy and painless, and to feed her, too - the suffering had kept her alive, but the laughter and smiles made her want to come back.

“I once knew a side just like you. He had black hair, and was incredibly shy, but loved drawing as well. Blue was his favourite colour, like there is on your sword. He never really had a name… but he was a good kid, just like you.”

She talked to them even after they were gone. In part to not get caught by her supervisor, in part because… because she wanted to. She wanted to keep talking to them, and pretending they could hear her too. She wanted their good memoirs to continue even after they were gone, even if it didn't matter.

She wanted to make them happy.

“I think that was the quickest wipe I've ever done with you. Well done.”

Scarlet smiled at the praise, straightening up again once she was fully back in their domain. “Thank you.”

“Thank *you*. You make my job easier here.” The supervisor pet her head, before heading further into the domain. “You'll go far, eventually. Just keep pushing as you are Scarlet.”

“Well done.”

[mahvaladara]

He does admit here that he was manipulating you and I love this. Like, he basically admits every words has been catered to gain our favour.

And though he later does say he came to underestimate us, his words are, nonetheless catered to gain favour with the MC. He is cajoling him.

The Emperor is a mindflayer. Rather he is a mindflayer who believes he's WAS an adventurer, or a mindflayer using the memories of his dead host to gain favor is still up to debate.

But point is, don't be fooled. The Emperor is manipulating us.

I do honestly believe the Emperor is indeed in a "Ai who thinks it's al person" scenario. Like, I think he genuinely believes he was the adventurer. But he is a mindflayer first and his mindflayer nature overpowers his own. This is the reason why he wants us to evolve. I think he genuinely grows interest the MC. This is why he wants us to evolve. He both wants us to become his thrall but also become his equal in my personal opinion. When we evolve he or accept it he does say we are beautiful and perfect. Because he, like any mindflayer believes himself superior for being such a creature.

Though I am sad there's no Orpheus survives and the Emperor sides with us ending. But it does make sense the Emeperor like all mindflayers will do what it must to survive and evolve, including betray us and align with the brain if he believes this to be his biggest chance of survival.

If we read the books on mindflayers, time and time again, that alliances with mindflayers last as long as they have something to gain from it. Our use, both 'emotional' and professional to them ends when we stop being useful.

Are my MCs aware of this?

Is Khalil expecting the Emperor to pull the plug the moment he stops being useful. He's deadly aware of this. The guy's named "emperor". No "emperor" in the story of ever, ever been good.

Buuut...

A) Khalil is a pretty reasonable guy and so far the Emperor has had a good point.

B) Khalil is the definition of fuck around and find out.

So, would Khalil fuck the Mindflayer Emperor?

In these circumstances?

Theeeese circumstances?

Absolutely. He's been dying from curiosity to see how that's like since he found out the sultry voiced sexy man from his dreams was a sultry voiced creepy mindflayer.

This is a one time opportunity to find that out without being lobotomized for dinner. When this is all done and he survives without turning into a mindflayer himself (that ain't happening Emps) he's going to be telling his tail, and while the other guys are bragging about going down on dragons and drows he's gonna go.

"I fucked a mindflayer Emperor and came out with most of my neurons intact."

"And i fucked him up so well he couldn't even keep up his ilusion anymore. What happened to him? Oh, he betrayed me. Honestly, I was expecting it since I found him using a lost prince as a psyonic forcefield. But he needed me and I was certain I was safe from his mandibles as long as he needed me, and I was never going to get that chance again! Come on. Besides, he looked human while we did it. So it doesn't count as monster fucking if you don't know its a monster. Well, tecnically I did, buut. While the ilusion was up everything felt human. So... Doesn't count. Why do they smell of garlic though? Is that how they keep vampires away?"

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

➖ Mature content, 18+ ➖ check the trigger tags each time ➖  

Chapter 50 - Derailed. Episode 3.

‼️‼️ Attention‼️‼️ I have deleted a large chunk of chapter, cause as much as I love challenging myself as a writer, even I couldn't stomach reading through the part that's now deleted. In short, it was a very graphic sex scene, I felt was way over the line. It involved sex between Andy and his uncle, dad, and a couple other people, which wasn't per say the problem, though I don't condone such things in reality, however, I just, I dunno, it's usually challenging to write these things, but for whatever reason I simply couldn't stomach it right now, so it's gone. However, I felt the need to mention that this orgy has happened, cause it might be mentioned at some point further on, or something similar might happen again. So yeah, now it's out there, and it's still as much as I cringe, canon that this has happened, I just don't see any reason for the details to be out there. And yes it was consenting and such. Let's leave it at that and continue. Thank you. -------Daniel's point of view-------

Daniel: So there you are! I sat down on the bar stool next to Robert and nodded at the bartender 2 Vodkas, please!

Robert: He grunted and sipped his glass of whatever it was he was having

Daniel: So why did you leave so fast? You can't say you didn't want a piece, I saw your hard-on as you made your escape

Robert: He frowned and grabbed the Vodka as the bartender served us Can we not talk about that here?

Daniel: I spun around on the chair There's hardly anyone here Robbie… come on, give a boy a little something so I didn't leave the ass-buffet for nothing… I'm pretty sure I could even have fucked Lenny tonight I grinned at him cheeky

Robert: The bar is crowded Daniel. Could you lower your voice? He grunted dissatisfied and sipped his glass. I probably shouldn't let him drink more, as he had clearly already had more than enough. Buuut I needed to plant my dick somewhere else, and the room was mostly filled with people past 60… not the sexy kind like George. And judging by the half boner Rob still had going under the table, he was ready for cooking, if I just played my cards right.

Daniel: So why did you leave? I sipped my Vodka slowly, observing him with a soft casual smile

Robert: I couldn't stay.

Daniel: Why? It could have been fun.

Robert: Yes, that's what I'm afraid of.

Daniel: I looked at him questioning

Robert: Now listen, if I had done anything, with Andy… which I was about to… I'm afraid I would have ruined things with Evan for good. There's a lot he can forgive me for. But this is not one of those things.

Daniel: How can you be so sure?

Robert: I know my son.

Daniel: Okay, you win this round Robert. I sipped my Vodka again, and smiled at him friendly So you went straight here.. to this dirty hell house? Where did you even find this joint? I looked around the bar, dusty shelves, smoke stained walls, the air was so thick you could almost cut it with a knife. The floors looked and felt like they hadn't been cleaned for years, and the bowl with peanuts standing in front of us looked like it had been standing there the past decade.

Robert: It was the first place with booze I happened to pass by.

Daniel: So you walked all the way down here? Must have taken you an hour or so?

Robert: Just about yeah… A bit longer… I stopped a couple of times to jerk off in the dark. It sounded so casually when he said it… either this motherfucker was a real dirty dog just waiting to be unleashed, or he was more drunk than I first assumed, and just very good at hiding it. Sure his speech was slurry in it, but beside that he looked fine to me.

Daniel: So you left a trail of cum for me to follow?

Robert: I guess? Too bad there's too much snow for you to see any of it he chuckled softly and sipped his Vodka

Daniel: I guess that's the closest I will get to an actual invitation? Well, I found you anyway Robbie-Boy… so what do you say we head home and hit the sack?

Robert: Yeah, I could really need to rest my eyes right about now.

Daniel: Bummer! There went my chance!

Robert: I'll just go find the bathroom and take a wizz… if I'm not back in two minutes…

Daniel: Yeah yeah I sipped my Vodka, and grunted dissatisfied as I watched him head towards the toilets. Hmm… there goes that ass-fucking! What a pity! It does really look like Robbie still has a nice firm ass even if he is slightly older than Andy's parents… And slightly on the overweight side. Without being chubby… not that I don't like chubby… I fucking fab madly at the thought of chubby… but chubby past 55 rarely stays firm in the skin… not that I'm picky, but I do have standards… sometimes. I looked at my glass and swallowed the last mouthful. Hmm… when did he leave? Definitely way past two minutes ago. Right? I got up, made my way to the toilet, which surprisingly enough wasn't half as filthy as the rest of the bar. I took a look around. No sign of him by the piss stalls… so he must be inside one of the toilet stalls, I guess? One of them was closed, the other one open. Robbieee? You in here Rob? As there were no answer, I decided to investigate, heading quickly towards the open stall. After all it was easy enough to just jump up on the toilet and look over the stall wall, they were pretty low anyway, so it wouldn't be a problem to look over and check if he had fallen asleep. WOAH WOAH WOAH MAN!!! As I entered the stall, a dick was pressed through a glory hole in the wall… surprise surprise Robbie. I did not expect that from you! Roooob… is that you wanting to say hello? I grabbed his dick and gave it a quick wank. Yep, that moan was definitely Rob! Are you sure about this? I started rubbing his dick more firmly Rooooob?

Robert: Daniel? Are you in here?

Daniel: Wait… hold on! I let go of the dick quickly. If Robert was out there… who was in there??!! I quickly ran out of the stall, and pushed the door open of the other stall, not believing my eyes! Danny?!

Robert: Oh there you are!

Daniel: What the hell man?! What the fuck are you doing here?!

Robert: Listen I called a cab… oh…

Daniel: I observed Danny as he quickly zipped his pants and fumbled to tighten his belt Are you fucking gay?!

Danny: No, it… it's not what it looks like!

Daniel: It's exactly what it looks like you lying piece of shit!! So why are you even here you fucking stalker?!? You just drag Sparkle around, filling her with stories of how wonderful you are, perfect gentleman and shit! What the fuck do you even want from her when you're clearly into glory holes and other dudes sucking your dick?!

Danny: No no! You got it all wrong, please let me explain!

Daniel: Shit! Fucking explain this! I hit him straight in his face, watching him fall down on the dirty toilet as he went out cold And stay away from my girl!!!

Robert: He grabbed my arm strongly before I could get to throw in a second punch Daniel! We gotta get out of here! DANIEL!!

Daniel: Fuck!!! I bend forwards, pressing two fingers against his neck

Robert: Did you?!?!

Daniel: Nah… he's not THAT lucky!

Robert: What?!?!

Daniel: I grabbed his shoulders tight Robert! He has a pulse! Let's go!

Robert: But… are you sure? You're so strong!

Daniel: I chuckled hoarse Thank you for noticing Rob… now, let's get going before the police arrives… Rob?… Rooob? Robert fucking Thompson! If you don't pull it together right now I'm gonna kiss you!

Robert: Wha-bwu?

Daniel: Fine! I pressed my lips tight against his, grabbing his back head, pushing him closer, but only for a second or two, then I pulled away, observing his surprised face Good… glad you're with me again, now let's get going, I can hear the sirens!

Robert: His eyes widened as he suddenly got it all Oh shit!

Daniel: Now we're on same page! I chuckled hoarse, grabbed his hand and dragged him after me as we ran out the bar, catching swear words from the bartender as we burst through the front door and out on the snow-filled night street. I slipped, but Robert quickly supported me before I fell, quickly dragging me into the cab. About 10 minutes later we walked through the front door of my house, laughing loudly at the fact that we had gotten away with it, we had run from the police, and gotten away with it. We made it upstairs, half running, half crawling as we were laughing so hard it was almost impossible to stay on our feet. You want anything to drink? I pointed at the bar as I made my way to the fridge

Robert: No, I-I'm good…

Daniel: I frowned a bit as I noticed him acting weird Relax… that piece of shit is not gonna rad on us. He wont dare! Sparks will fucking rip his gay ass balls off by the root, if he throws the police on my neck. He doesn't have the guts to pull anything like that. So chill will you? I opened a beer, sipping about a quarter of it, then placed it on the kitchen counter. I started laughing softly once again at the thought of what we had just accomplished, and as I started laughing harder, I leaned my upper body over the counter, laughing so much my whole body was vibrating, and I felt it hard to breathe. And then I felt something else hard, pushing against my ass. I made a move to get up, but then he spoke up

Robert: Stay down, and tell me what to do… how do I do this?

Daniel: I bit my lip and moaned softly Pull my pants down, Rob…

Robert: As he did as I said, I looked backwards surprised, just to become even more surprised when I saw his dick already out of his pants and rock hard What more?

Daniel: I moaned softly, and faced the kitchen counter again Lick your palm, make sure it gets really wet, then rub it all over your dick.

Robert: He moaned softly, which told me he did as I said

Daniel: Now, fuck me…

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Robert: I felt him press against my hole gently

Daniel: Harder Robbie! This aint a pussy. If you want to get inside this year you gotta work for it.

Robert: I felt him push harder, and few seconds later he glided inside

Daniel: Good boy. Now, grab my hips and get it all out. All those years you were left to starve. Get it all out! I can can handle it.

Robert: He hesitated few seconds, and I was just about to lose my patience but then something came up in him, and he started fucking me like a mad man! Slapping my ass, pounding me violently, moaning and grunting like it was his first time ever, and he couldn't believe he had discovered sex!

Daniel: Yes! That's what I'm talking about! get it all out!

Robert: He fucked me like that a couple of minutes, then he suddenly pulled out and looked a bit hesitating

Daniel: I stood up slowly, pulling my dick a few times Rob… what's up? You're not chickening out now, are you?

Robert: No he shook his head gently

Daniel: So what is it then?

Robert: He frowned deep

Daniel: I grabbed my beer and handed it to him drink!

Robert: He pressed the beer against his lips and drank about half

Daniel: Good… now, tell me?

Robert: No, I think it's better if I

Daniel: Look, I'm about as dirty as it gets… and since you just fucked me in all the right ways, and weren't too shy to do that, I assume this must be about something you want to ask? Am I correct?

Robert: He nodded softly

Daniel: Good. No matter what it is, I will never judge you. You can ask anything freely, and I will not judge or tell it to anyone. Unless you want me to.

Robert: He sighed deeply I'm not really the shy type, so it's not that I'm worried someone would hear… it's just… a little bit hard to get the words out.

Daniel: Well, whatever it is, take your time… I'll just touch myself while I wait I moaned soft as I returned to pulling my dick, noticing his hungry eyes travel all over my body

Robert: That… urine thing you… talked with… you know…

Daniel: First off, it's called a golden shower

Robert: What is?

Daniel: When you piss on someone else sexually.

Robert: Do you have to drink it?

Daniel: Nope, not at all Rob-Rob. You can taste it and spit it out. Also, it never needs to go anywhere near your face. Andy just likes being dominated and sometimes used as a doormat… to a certain degree, there's always fine lines with these sort of things. You can just be pissed anywhere on your body, or even inside you, if that's what you would like.

Robert: Have you ever tried that?

Daniel: Rob, I have tried pretty much everything you can possibly come up with, at least once.

Robert: So if I could come up with something you hadn't done… you would do it?

Daniel: Sure… give me your best.

Robert: He thought a couple of seconds

Daniel: Anything Rob… whatever comes to your mind first…

Robert: Have you ever tried…. standing upside down, with your head down the toilet, and a banana in your ass, while someone blows you?

Daniel: I chuckled hoarse How the fuck did you come up with that?

Robert: Have you?

Daniel: Nope, can't say I have. But the real question here is, would you blow me?

Rob: Pokerface

Daniel: Alright… follow me to the bathroom! I quickly opened the fridge No bananas… hmm would carrot do?

Rob: Pokerface

Daniel: Mkay you perv! I grabbed the biggest carrot I could find in the bag, and chuckled hoarse as I marched to the bathroom with Robert right behind me. A minute later, I was standing upside down, with my head down the toilet, nose above water so I could breathe, carrot half in my asshole, Robert blowing me real nice while holding my legs. This was one of the strangest things I had ever tried. But I kinda liked the feeling. Don't tell me you're surprised.

Rob: About two minutes later he let go of me, and as I got my head out of the toilet, quickly drying most of the water off, he was already on all 4 on the floor, sticking his ass almost up my face

Dan: What now? What do you want now?

Rob: Call me a perv again while you piss me in my hole!

Dan: Was this fucking serious??

Rob: And then he started moaning as I noticed he was fucking wanking himself off. I guess he was fucking serious! Good thing our water sports had actually filled my bladder!

Dan: I grinned wide as I got on my knees, reaching for a small drawer about a meter away from me, grabbing a bottle of lube. I rubbed a lot on my dick, and a lot on his hole You sure you fucking perv?

Rob: Yes. He nodded firmly

Dan: Alright. I slipped two fingers inside him, gently opening him, and as he was open enough to slide my head in, I did. I took a deep breath and released, my urine slowly floating

Rob: He moaned deep as he felt himself getting filled with the warm liquid

Dan: You like it you perv?

Rob: Oh yes… very much!

Dan: Ahh almost done. When I pull out, you have to close your muscle and keep it in. Is that understood?

Rob: Is that the normal process?

Dan: No Rob, that's our process.

Rob: He nodded firmly

Dan: I squeezed a bit, making sure to get every last drop out, then pulled out quickly Tighten up now!

Rob: He did as I said, and I quickly planted a hand on his upper back, pushing him down on the cold bathroom floor, so his ass remained raised. He moaned deeply as he felt my fluids move around inside him

Dan: Alright, stay like that. I don't want a messy floor, so I'll just dry the few drops I spilled, and we take this to the shower. Lay still you perv.

Rob: He moaned deep as I called him perv, and staid down as had instructed him.

Dan: I turned on the tab in the shower and whistled softly Why don't you come up here? Keep it tight Rob or you will mess up the floors. Good luck explaining that one to Evan next time he drops by for cleaning.

Rob: He moaned softly and got up, but already on second step towards me, his muscles let go, and my urine was splattering down on the floor, running down his legs

Daniel: I shook my head and chuckled hoarse Well you sure mastered how to fuck up an entire bathroom floor in less than 3 seconds! Look at what you did, you filthy pig!

Rob: I watched him moan deep, and then, right before my eyes, he came. Hands free and all. Not even touching himself. Man that boy was starved to death! No wonder his wife was so angry with that lack of sex! I should do them both the favor and fuck them both! Hm.. interesting idea! But for tonight, I would have to start with Robert.

Dan: So where do you want it you pig?

Rob: He looked at me confused

Dan: Where do you want me to fuck you?

Rob: His face changed from confused to dirty pig in less than a second

Dan: Ahh… good choice! I grinned wide, walked towards him, grabbed him and lifted him to Evan's bed where we fucked each other for an hour straight.

------Congo's point of view--------

Congo: I moaned softly as I opened my eyes

Evan: Heyyy… there you are, finally. He smiled at me warmly. He was sitting in the bed next to me, and quickly reached towards the table, grabbing something from a big plastic bucket. Before I could get to ask any questions, he pressed it against my forehead, and I felt ice melt on my skin, running down my temples

Congo: I chuckled hoarse It was my back head I hit silly

Evan: Yes… at first he smiled almost apologizing I thought you would be out for a minute tops, so I kinda just kept going on till I came. And actually you came too. He blushed lightly, it was easy to see even if the light was dimmed So… there was cum everywhere, and when I couldn't get any contact to you, I tried dragging you to bed. But you're kinda heavy… and.. you sorta slipped. So you bumped your head pretty hard against the coffee table. He looked at me apologizing and wrinkled his forehead I'm sorry. Are you in pain?

Congo: I chuckled warmly You managed to drag me all the way over here?

Evan: Well, it wasn't a success, really.

Congo: I smiled softly I would say it was a pretty success as you managed to get me to bed.

Evan: Oh no… I didn't… uh… I was kinda worried when you didn't wake up… and when bumping your head on the table didn't help either, I called for Akin. Turned out he was in the garden all along. Also turned out him and Gaby put some herb in our dinner, which made us all act like rabbits…. rabbits with rabies… he chuckled softly and shook his head So Akin assumed it might end up in need for a doctor at some point, so he decided to hang around. He helped me get you up here, and did a quick check up on you. Turns out you're pregnant too!

Congo: My eyes got huge and my heart started pounding

Evan: He shook his head and chuckled softly No… but you did sorta also sprain your left wrist… so no work for a week.

Congo: So you ruined not only my head, but also my wrist?

Evan: Yeah… appears so?

Congo: So… no work for a week?

Evan: He nodded softly I'm very sorry… you're not in any pain, are you?

Congo: Hmm… as a matter of fact I am…

Evan: I can get more ice cubes! I had this whole bucket full, but most of them melted by now… you were down almost 2 hours.

Congo: It's okay sweetheart… just grab one of the half melted ones… it will do fine.

Evan: He quickly stuck his hand back in the bucket dragging a small ice cube out Where does it hurt the most?

Congo: Right here I tabbed my left breast and smiled cheeky

Evan: Ohhh he chuckled softly naughty you he stuck the ice cube between his front teeth and bend down, circling it around my nipple slowly.

Congo: I could feel the ice cube melt on my skin, making it wet. The drops run down my side slowly, making me sigh from the cold tickling feeling God you're perfect!

Evan: He chuckled softly and swallowed the last tiny piece of ice cube as he sat up straight I'm not perfect… I knocked you out, twice… and sprained your hand along the way…. I'm far from perfect in fact…

Congo: I smiled lovingly When something, or someone is perfect, it's not because it's flawless, but because you wouldn't want to change it in any way.

Evan: He blushed gently and disappeared under the blanket, soon I could feel his tongue on my growing boner.

[jellyf-yve]

HOLD UP KAERI CHAN HOW WAS THE CON?? DID YA FIND ANY COOL MERCH? COOL COSPLAYERS?? TELL ME ALL ABOUT IT

YAAA YESS IT WAS REALLY GOOD!!

we found a whole group of BSD and gathered together to talk a little while we waited for the rest of our friends to arrive, then everyone went their way and i stayed with my group ^^

AND YES ABOUT THE MERCH, I HAVE A PIC OF MY FAV ONE AND IMMA SHOW YOU UNDER THE CUT

i also finally managed to meet my sister's gf and she was extremely happy as well so yes, we had a great time :)

then i did a photoshoot for my friends, as i also "work" as a photographer at cosplay cons and honestly they turned out better than expected (my camera is not really professional, not yet, i can't afford one, so i sometimes have low expectations when taking photos. that's why i work as a photographer - both as a hobby and to earn money for a better camera ^^)

shopping items + me! (cause i'm so proud of this cos, i love how it came out)

so this is the best item ever bought really i'm so happy i found it, there aren't too many lime this from genshin impact. PLUS?PANTALONE??? literally my man.

(yes i was at home legally eating pocky cause y'all know ranpo likes sweets. so yes. i bought pocky to take pics of him in cos)

then (i have no pics of these ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ) i bought Midnight's funko pop (WHICH WAS A SPECIAL EDITION??? I COULDN'T MISS THIS) and three small posters ^^

also fun thing to add.

"ranpo's hair looks simple to style" NO.

could be for the fact that i'm a beginner, but making that wig was pure torture (both for me and for the poor plastic head which at some point was completely covered in hair spray)

buuut yes the result was beyond statisfactions. can't wait to have my Poe- bc yes, me and one of my friends are gonna match Ranpoe someday :3

that's all ^^