#cause ive just been kinda fuckin around on here

[milos-journal]

TW :: TRIBETWELVE / GORE UNDER CUT

Hey, Mom.

It's me.

I'm back.

I figured it all out.

You can drop whatever you're doing and come to the house this Friday at 9 PM sharp.

I'll be waiting there for you.

If you don't come, you'll never see me again.

[pocoyo-yo]

'𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐦𝐞'

SUMMARY: merry christmas/happy holidays to all the chishiya lovers and alice in borderland fans.. here is my gift you/our tiny fandom.

WARNINGS: smut, oral sex, handjob, kinda ooc chishiya (i'd think he'd be more silent tbh but that's goofy), mirror sex, doggy style, choking, breath play, praise kink, dirty talk, protected sex ya'll!!, fem!bodied reader, ive been crushing on him since the first time i saw him two years ago but tbh.. he got even finer in season two (i think i just get in my bag writing wise when i don't worry about punctuation like the perfectionist i am)

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"I needed this.."

he stroked your hair and let his head fall back between his shoulders, silky blond hair falling with it.

"needed this so fuckin' bad.."

you looked up at him through your lashes, jaw muscles tightening and drops of tears rolling down your hot cheeks.

"oh shit," he groaned, rough hands forcing your head down further. you clung onto his thighs, gagging as he slowly thrusted his cock deep into your throat. "c'mon, c'mon m'close.. just a bit more, baby."

you dug your nails into his thighs, his thick cock in between your swollen lips muffled your whimpers.. he hissed, thrusts harsher and you were screwed your eyes shut. his balls slapped against your chin as a mix of his pre-cum and your drool rolled down it.

"that's it," he sighed, burying your nose in his dark happy trail as spurts of his cum shot into your throat. "that's fuckin it, baby.."

you whined as he thrusted a few more times before finally pulling your head off of his softening dick.

you coughed, some of his cum caught in your throat while some of it rested in your tongue.

"c'mon stand up," he tilted your chin up. "and swallow the rest of that f'me, won't you babe?"

you frowned, licking your lips and gulping down the rest of his thick cum.. it was slightly salty but nothing off putting.

"shun," you stumbled to your feet with a pout, your voice was raspy due to the pounding your throat had taken. "i hate you—"

chishiya leaned in with a smirk before cupping your cheek. he kissed you deeply, not minding tasting himself as he pushed his tongue into your mouth. you moaned and ran your hands diwn the fabric of his black shirt, slipping your tongue in between his lips. he hummed in surprise but only pinned your body against the wall. the old paintings and candles rattling on the bathroom shelves.

you pulled back with a 'pop' and begged, "please fuck me, shun.."

he glanced up at you through hooded eyes, one hand wrapped around his semi-hard cock. "give me your hand," chishiya ordered and you did so, giving him both instead. "get me hard again, baby."

"m'kay, y'better fuck me good though.." you wrapped both of your hands around his cock and he held one of your hands as well.

chishiya guided you hands up and down, not that you didn't know how to give a hand job, he just wanted to feel you do it first hand. he wanted to feel your hand slid up the twitching base and pump it, tease his leaking tip. he wanted to understand how you understood his body so well when you've barely known him.

the sight of your swelled bottom lip trapped in between your teeth as you pumped his cock until it was stiff and oozing pre-cum all over your knuckles and that sinful look in your eyes..

he loved it.

chishiya wasn't a horny fuck like most people in this new world. he could go weeks without even touching himself 'cause there were more important things to worry about (like figuring out what the hell was going on), but that look, that fucking lustful stare when you figure out how to beat a game— when you first stood next to him on that balcony as chaos ran rampant all around that apartment complex.

you were fucked up..

"damn," he kissed your forehead and you let go of his cock, licking your hands free of his pre-cum. "bend over the sink, i want you to see what faces you make when i fuck you.."

..and he loved it.

you giggled and pushed past him, stepping over your disgarded highwaisted tights. you gripped the edge of the sink, looking at yourself in the cracked mirror. your hard nipples peaked through the fabric of your tanktop and to be honest, you already looked like he had fucked you stupid.

you arched your back and stuck out your ass, chewing on your bottom lip once more as you heard the packet for a condom tear open. you stared down into the sink, water dripped from the broken socket.

chishiya pulled your damp panties to the side, rubbing his thumb teasingly over your drenched slit.

"hurry up, shun—"

you gasped, body jolting forward as chishiya sunk his fat tip into your weeping hole. you gripped the sink tighter, trying to supress your moans so that the others wouldn't hear what was happening from the outside. "shit," chishiya let go of your hip and rubbed your clit while he tried to fit the rest of himself inside.. "i knew i should've fingered you but 'no,' you said 'just skip the foreplay, shun!' now look.. can't fit my cock in your cunt.."

you wriggled your ass against him and whimpered, "I've just been so pent up.. just needed your fuckin' dick, shun, right now.. m'sorry.."

"don't apologize," he groaned as his girthy cock sunk deeper inside of you, splitting you open. "just thank me.."

your knees buckled when chishiya's cock finally rested in your gummy walls.. a long grunt left his lips once he bottomed out, your pussy drooling around his length. the hand that he used to guide his dick in found its way to your throat and he forced you to look at yourself in the mirror.

"number one," he squeezed your throat and you gasped, his cock sliding out and pushing right back into your cunt with much more ease. "you should thank me for saving your ass in games.." he chuckled as you choked on moans with each harsh thrust, your entire body moving foward (the edge of the sink and chishiya's stopped you from going too far)— allowing you to catch a closer look at yourself.

"th.. thank you," you mumbled, soft whimpers escaping your throat. "shun.."

chishiya kissed you jaw, the clap of your ass echoing from wall to wall of the bathroom as his thrusts sped up. his cock drilled into you with no consideration while he pinched and flicked your clit.. and your sensitive nipples rubbed against your tanktop with every bounce of your tits.

"mm shit.. number two," he continued, smiling at your fucked-out expression— eyes foggy, mouth stuck in a permanant 'o' whether your moans came out broken, loud, or slient, and droplets of tears clung to your lashes. "you should thank me for fucking you like i do.. this is a lot of work y'know.." he hummed, those last words more of a groan.

you could feel his heavy breathing tickle your ear and you whined as the tip of his cock plunged deep into that spongey spot in your pussy.

"thank you," you slurred, his grip on your throat now had you gasping. "thank— thank you s'much, shun! you fuck me s'good.."

strands of his blonde hair stuck to his forehead as sweat dripped from the tip of his nose. chishiya groaned, noticing you squeeze your eyes shut and scruch your nose. moans and gasps leaving your lips while you cried.

ah.. you were about to cum.

as cute as you were when making that face, he wanted you to watch yourself cum more than anything.

"eyes open," chishiya murmured, grip loosening to allow you to breathe. "look at yourself, baby.."

you reluctantly opened your eyes.

was the world was ending? yes.

so to get fucked should be on the bottom of your list of priorities, and it was, well until chishiya slid his dick in your pussy and made you look like that for the first time— the definiton of a slut. you didn't understand how he expected and managed to keep your relationship a secret when after every time you both were intimate it ended with you looking a mess.

"shuuunn! m'gonna cum.. let me cum please!" you whined, gasping as he quickly cut off your air intake with just a squeeze.

"number three," his voice was breathy and his thrusts had become sloppy. you both were close. the mirror had fogged up from his pants while you clawed at his hand, a smile curling from your lips. all you coud focus on was breathing and trying to reach your high. "thank me," he grunted as you began to roll you ass back against him. "for leavin' this pussy satisfied.. every," he thrusted deep. "single," he pulled his hips back. "time.."

chishiya buried himself deep inside of you while your entire body shook as your orgasm flooded through your veins. finally, he let you breathe, both of his hands now gripping your hips, as he continued to fuck into you messily.

chishiya hated messes.

but you creaming around his cock didn't count..

at least not in this moment, if this wasn't a quickie, he probably would have punished you for it.

"s'too much, shun," you moaned softly with a sniffle. "m'too sensitive.. can't— can't do it.."

"yes you can, c'mon m'almost there," chishiya hummed against your neck. "make me cum, yeah? only you can, baby.."

you shuddered as chishiya's thrusts came to halt, and he dug his fingers deep into your ass cheeks. then you felt it, the condom filling up with his warm release while he began to fuck you once again but slowly and far more gentle.

"congrats.. you did it," he rested his chin on your slumped shoulder and nibbled on your ear. ".. you look so pretty when you cum, don't you agree?" chishiya taunted you and he pulled out with a groan.

"fuck you.."

"ya just did," chishiya sighed while he watched your panties fell back in place, now covering your fucked-out cunt. "can you walk straight?"

chishiya tied the used condom off and tossed it in the trashcan next to the toilet, stuffing his cock back in the confinments of his boxers. he pulled up his sweats before laying your tights over the edge of the seat.

"your dicks' not that big.." you grumbled.

"answer the question."

"just barely," you replied and chishiya scratched the back of his neck with a frown before he gently kissed your forehead. ".. and that's not going to fix it, y'know."

"i'm aware, but in my defense, i only went that hard because your visa's still good for a while," he explained. "complain all you want but i know you enjoyed it."

"unfortunately for my arguement, as per usual, shun.. you fucked me good.. so,"

you spun strands of his blond hair around your index finger and smiled at him in the mirror.

with that sinful look that drove him insane.

"..thank you."

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[redstarwriting]

the clash | iv. london calling

hobie brown x goth!reader

word count: 2.8k

genre: enemies to lovers

warnings: language, insults, hobie hating you, you hating hobie, smoking weed, alcohol, mentions of a gwen canon event, mentions of death, lil angst

a/n: nother long one! i can’t wait to make it crazy angsty bc when i tell u i have THOUGHTS 👀 thank you to everyone who’s reading, i’m trying to update it every day, so hopefully i can stick with that schedule! enjoy this chapter, friends :)

now reading: iv. london calling

previous chapter: iii. black planet

next chapter: v. ever fallen in love

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He fixes his watch to open a portal to his world. Gwen, Miles, and Pavitr basically run to get to it. He motions for you to go ahead, and you walk through. Immediately when you step into his room, you’re hit with the smell of weed and incense. You’d be lying if you said you hated it. You glance around. You see drums, another electric and acoustic guitar, empty spray paint cans, spray paint on the walls, stacks of newspapers (all defaced in some way)… it feels very Hobie to say the least. “Now this. This is a livin’ area,” he says, appearing behind you. You shake your head. “So loud, both figuratively and literally. How do you ever get anything done?”

“By being louder than everyone else, obviously,” he responds, and you roll your eyes. “What a way to live,” you remark. “Better than that quiet, dark, and gloomy, way,” he retorts, and you shrug. “If you say so.”

“Hey, Hobie, do you still have the roof all decorated?” Gwen asks and he nods. “Course I do. I own the place, head on up,” he jerks his head upwards, and Gwen turns to Miles and Pavitr with a smirk. “Race ya!”

“Hey no fair! You have been here so many times!” Pavitr yells as Gwen takes off. “Come on, Miles!” you hear her yell. Miles smiles gently and shakes his head before going after the two of them. “He’s so obsessed with her it’s making me sick,” you mumble, and Hobie snorts. “What? Miles and Gwen’s relationship too much for you? You hate love?”

“Love has never done anything but cause me pain. And not the good kind,” you glance at him with a frown, and he raises his eyebrow. Suddenly his eyes get wide. “Oh shit… you had a Gwen canon event.”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you respond, and he frowns. “You know, actually talkin’ about that kinda shit is a good way to not sit on it and let it build. You could face some serious problems if you keep doin’ that.”

“Who said I gave a fuck what you think? I didn’t ask for the unneeded advice, alright?” you say, and he narrows his eyes at you. “Oh, right. Forgot I was dealing with a bloody doughnut,” he mumbles and point to the window. “Care to go to the roof and get out of my sight?”

“Sound like the best thing you’ve said since I got here,” you say, leaping out of his window and climbing up the side of the building. While clinging to the wall, you glance out at Hobie’s world. His city looks almost exactly like Night of Yore City, except for the fact that there are a shit ton of fires burning, over half of the buildings look abandoned, the sky is a reddish-orangish hue, and it is so much louder. The name is also vastly different, as his version of NYC is New London. Universal differences get weird and confusing. Nonetheless, you’re intrigued, you turn around, putting your back against the wall and supporting yourself with your hands and feet. The graffitied buildings are a nice touch, you must admit. You snort to yourself when you see a mural of Hobie. If only they knew the asshole behind the mask.

“Now why the hell aren’t you up there with everyone else?” you hear his voice pull you out of your thoughts as he crawls up next to you. You shrug. “I’m a sucker for views, I guess.”

“Well, believe it or not, view is a lot better from the top of the buildin’,” he says, and you roll your eyes. “Can I please just be secluded and observe in peace?”

“Absolutely fuckin’ not. Come on,” he says, starting to walk up the wall. You sigh and lazily roll backwards and up the wall to come to standing and follow him up. When you get to the top of the roof, you see a boombox (blaring punk music, of course) and blankets surrounding a barrel with a fire going in it. Multiple coolers decorate the roof which all look stockpiled full of different beers. “Hey, Hobie, you know that they’re all kids, right?”

“New universe, new rules, love. Drinking age is 16 and up ‘round here, not that I’d give a fuck if it wasn’t anyway. So, sit down, shut up, and drink a damn beer. Maybe you’ll loosen up,” he says, tossing you a random bottle. You roll your eyes and sit down but put the beer to the side.

“Hey, Hobie, do you have any of that–” Miles gets cut off by Hobie tossing him another bottle. “Nice. Thanks, dude,” he says excitedly, cracking the top and taking a drink. Gwen gets her beer of choice, and Pavitr does the same. Hobie, you notice, doesn’t drink anything. “So, what were you guys talking about?” Gwen asks, pointing between the two of you with her bottle. “What?” you ask, and she shrugs. “You guys were alone in Hobie’s for a while and no one died, soooo did you guys finally talk about something you could agree on?”

“We can’t agree on nothin’, Gwen. They were just bein’ their usual self and annoyin’ the shit out of me at any chance they could get,” Hobie says, and you shake your head. “Good to know it worked, mate”

“Stop imitatin’ me, poser.”

“No, I don’t think I will.”

“I’ll make you.”

“Try me, Hobart.”

“Alright, that’s enough of that. What were you guys talking about?” Miles asks, and you and Hobie look at each other. “Just asked where the bathroom was,” you say, and he nods. “Yeah. That’s it.”

You weren’t necessarily ready to reveal you faced the Gwen canon event. Especially not to another Gwen. At least Hobie isn’t enough of a dick to bring it up in front of them. “Oh, yeah, you did change into your everyday clothes. Don’t know how I didn’t notice that,” Gwen states, taking another swig of her beer. You had changed in your apartment after cleaning your wound, but you don’t say anything. Hobie nods at you, and you nod back.

“Why aren’t you drinking anything (Y/n)? Here, try this it’s so good,” Pavitr pushes his bottle toward you, and you shake your head. “I don’t want to drink, but thanks Pavitr,” you say, and he frowns. “Awww.” You smile slightly at how disappointed he sounds. “Well, I want to remember everything you all tell me without it being fuzzy because I was hoping you could let me know a little bit more about all the spider people in Spider Society. I’m still new, you four, Peter B. Parker, and Miguel are the only ones I’ve really met.”

With that, Gwen, Miles, and Pavitr start telling you everything they know. You learn about Jessica Drew, Spider-Man Noir, Peni Parker, and so many more. Gwen, Miles, and Pavitr talk for hours, and since they’re kids, they do not know when to stop drinking. Eventually, the three of them are passed out. Miles is cradling Gwen’s side with his head on her chest as she wraps one of her arms around him, and Pavitr is laying straight on his back, lightly snoring. You giggle softly at the sight. Suddenly the punk music you’ve been listening to for the past however many hours gets softer. You glance over to where it is and see Hobie bent over and turning it down. “Don’t wanna wake ‘em,” he mumbles, walking over to you. The volume of the city has decreased quite a bit, and with the low hum of music coming from the boombox now, his world is actually kind of enjoyable. Though you’d never tell him that. He motions to the skyline, and you turn and look. He was right, as much as you hate to admit it. The view is a lot better from up here.

“Why didn’t you drink anythin’?” he asks, and you shrug. “Didn’t feel like it. Why didn’t you drink anything?” He shrugs and pulls out a rolled cigarette from his vest pocket. “Got somethin’ better.”

“And you didn’t offer any to them?”

“Hey, they can drink here, they don’t need to mess with this shit. ‘Sides I knew they’d be pissed. Gonna have a god-awful hangover tomorrow,” he says, pulling out a lighter. You shake your head. “They can’t mess with your shit, but I can?”

“The two of us are the same age. We’re ‘adults’ or whatever the fuck that means. Are you too stuck up to be ‘round some grass or somethin’?”

“No, Hobie, I don’t give a fuck if you smoke weed. Building manager might, though.”

“Love, I am the building manager. This place is abandoned, so it belongs to me. And you’re not tellin’ me I’m supposed to smoke this myself?” he asks with a sly smirk on his face. You raise your eyebrow at him. “Actually I am.” He groans, putting the joint to his lips and lighting the end of it.

“Do you know how to have any fun?”

“Do you know how to have any–” Before you can finish, he puts his finger over your mouth, and raises the joint to his lips again. He takes a deep breath in, blowing out the excess smoke and glancing at you. “No.”

“You don’t even know what I was gonna say.”

“Don’t care. The answer is no.”

“Have you ever actually tried listening to anything anyone says?” “Nah. I don’t listen to no one. I’m me, and if people don’t like that, good,” he says, taking another drag. He glances over at you and holds the joint out. “Y’sure you don’t want some?”

“You actually want to share with me?”

“I want you to not be as much as a ragin’ fuckwit, so yes,” he blows smoke in your face, and you glare at him. “If I take one hit, will you shut the fuck up about it?”

“Probably not, but it would sure make me happier.” You roll your eyes, and take the joint from him, taking a drag. He watches you. He’d never admit it, but he wishes you weren’t such an asshole. The way you look doing that in the moonlight? Stunning. You pass the joint back to him, some of the smoke coming out of your nose. “Stop staring at me.”

“Just makin’ sure you did it right and didn’t waste my shit,” he says, taking another drag. “I know how to hit a joint, Hobie.”

“Really? Never would have guessed you’d do anything remotely excitin’.”

“Oh, please. You barely know me,” you say, angrier than you probably should be. “Then tell me about yourself, love.”

“Hard pass,” you say, and he groans. “I get the desire to stay anonymous and mysterious, obviously, but come on. Chances are we’re gonna be seein’ each other more than either of us wants to, so just open up a bit,��� he says, and you frown. “There’s nothing you need to know.”

“Bullshit.”

“Oh yeah? Then tell me something about you.”

“I killed Norman Osborn with my guitar after defeatin’ him and all of his V.E.N.O.M. forces and successfully led a rebellion against fascism,” he says smugly, “Until those other fuckin’ Nazis showed up, but one day I promise you this world? Will be capitalist and fascist free.”

“No, it won’t. Am I supposed to be impressed?” you ask with a deadpan face. He scoffs. “Damn, you’re a wanker. I’d like to see you try and defeat the V.E.N.O.M. forces. From what I seen your world’s villains are rubbish,” he says and to his surprise, and yours, you laugh. A hint of a smile plays on his features, but you shake your head. “Green Goblin is, you’re right, but... there are others who are much worse. And what the fuck is a venom force? You’re saying that like I should just know what it is.”

“It was a symbiote that– wait, you sayin’ you don’t know what venom is? That’s something every spider-person deals with at some point,” he says, and you shrug. “Guess I haven’t dealt with it yet.”

“Yeah, well, when you do, call me cause you’ll need my help,” he says and you roll your eyes. “I’d rather die than get help from you.”

“I helped you today, love.”

“I could have done that myself,” you retort, and he shakes his head, taking another drag. “I guess I should thank you though.”

“Hmm?”

“For not telling them what we were really talking about,” you say, and he hums. “What they won’t know won’t kill ‘em. But just so you know I was being so serious. Not talkin’ about that shit is more harmful than good,” he says, and you frown. “I’m not much of a talker.”

“Coulda fooled me.”

“Do you ever shut the fuck up,” you groan, and he laughs. He loves pissing you off, might be his favorite thing to do now. But the conversation might actually need to get serious. He may hate you, but he’s Spider-Punk for the people, and you’re apart of that people. He’s there to help, so he may as well try with you.

“Why not?”

“What?”

“Why not? Why won’t you talk about it?” he asks, and you huff. “Because it was my fault, and I don’t want to think about it.”

“Nah, I bet it wasn’t your fault,” he mumbles, taking another drag. You glare at him. “Oh, right, I forgot you were there when their neck snapped after I tried to save them,” you spit, and he glances at you. You can feel that hit starting to affect you, that’s the only reason you said anything about… the incident. Of course, Hobie has good shit, why wouldn’t he. “What were you trying to save them from?” he asks, his voice oddly calm. “The Prowler,” you reply, “He’s the worst of the worst in my universe.” He hums and nods. “Well then, reckon it’s the Prowler’s fault then, innit?”

“What? But I’m the one who couldn’t get to them in time after he–”

“He did it, (Y/n). You did your best, but it ain’t your fault what happened there. That’s what they want you to think. Try and get that through your thick skull, would you?” he says, and you scoff, “They?”

He nods, and you go quiet. He glances over at you as you just sit and stare out at the city. “Stop doin’ ‘at.”

“Doing what?”

“Blamin’ yourself,” he says, taking another long drag. You sigh. “I can’t help it,” you mumble, and he shakes his head. “You can. Just takes time,” he responds. You scoff, “You’d think three years would be enough time.” You look out at his city. It’s so different from yours, but you can still see the beauty in it. And you can see the stars. None of the constellations of your world are here, but the sky is still beautiful. “If you need a place to crash, my couch is very comfortable and has your name written all over it,” Hobie says, and you shake your head. “I should probably just go back to my universe–”

“No way. No dimension hopping under the influence,” he says, and you roll your eyes. “I had one hit,” you say, and he shrugs. “And one hit is enough for you to think you’re goin’ home only to end up in Peter Porker’s shower. You’re stayin’ here tonight.” You roll your eyes. “You’re insufferable.”

“I’m insufferable for watchin’ out for your well-bein’? Okay, sure.”

“I don’t need you to watch out for me. I don’t need anyone,” you hiss, and he scoffs. “Of course you don’t. Too good for everyone else.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“It was implied.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“Look who’s talking.”

“Like you wouldn’t say the same thing,” you say, and he shrugs. “You’re right. I would say I don’t need anyone, because I don’t. Especially not a miserable thing like you,” he says, and you frown. “Good.”

“Great.”

“Fuck you.”

“Fuck you.”

The two of you just glare at each other for a bit before he flicks the butt of his joint off the building. “Goin’ to bed. See you tomorrow.”

“Unfortunately.”

“Shut up and follow me back to my place,” he says, getting up and walking down the building. You follow, yawning as you realize just how tired you are. When you get back inside Hobie’s place, he points at the couch. “Lay there, and don’t move until mornin’, got it?”

“I’ll do what I want.”

“Amazin’. Just don’t wake me up, and I won’t give a fuck,” he says, walking into his bedroom and kicking his door shut. You roll your eyes and lay down on his couch. It’s actually surprisingly comfortable, and you find yourself actually dozing off faster than you anticipated. Hobie walks out of his room to get a drink of water and ready to fight you verbally again, only to see you passed out on his couch with literally no blanket or pillow.

He sighs, grabbing a throw blanket off his bed and gently placing it on top of you. In the morning, you wake up before everyone else. You notice the blanket, and know only one person could have done that, but you don’t feel like sticking around to say anything. You just go home. But before you do, you leave a little note saying, ‘didn’t need your sympathy, thanks but no thanks,’ and draw a little middle finger.

He’ll get the hint you appreciated it.

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I'm probably gonna be yelling into the void but here's my refs of my favorite burs !!!! I would say bursonas but one of them is literally just my au,,,, can you tell which one it is,,

Anyway here's some hcs and stuff it's gonna be a long post LMAO I'm just copying all this stuff from Instagram cause I practically live on that shit ass app

Simpbur

He LOVES Hatsune Miku.. like LOVE LOVES HER. He owns so much fuckin merch it's actually insane. But he has never once in his life listened to vocaloid and probably never will. Hes just in love with Miku LMAO

He's aromantic bc I said so !!!!! But he doesn't know that, he hasn't really figured it out and he confuses his obsession with love.

Him and Jared actually used to be friends back when they were like middle schoolers. But then Jared got "hot and cool" and he kinda drifted away from Simp. Mostly cause Simp was SO FUCKING JEALOUS!!!!! and it was obvious too. Imagine how devastated he was when egirl started dating his old friend lmaooo what a loser

Him and e-girl started dating when they were 17, both of them were in pretty bad places in their lives so they just,,, clung onto each other. Both of them were codependent but Simp was significantly worse with his codependency. Adrianne (my name for e-girl) was the one who broke it off when they were both in their early 20s

His stupid little cat beanie is his comfort item !!!! He wears it ALL THE TIME and hates having to take it off, although he would never go out in public with it. He's got some issues with presenting the way he wants to in public so he literally just goes out in his work uniform regardless if he's working or not

Grabs him and aggressively shakes him around !!! Hes autistic (I'm autistic I can give him the tism) his special interests are anime and video games :33

He's definitely not cishet but he tries SOOO hard to present as such (shout-out to @starrixle for that hc ive adopted it for my version of simp)

Studentbur

He's bi but heavily in denial like DEEP DEEP in denial

He HATES being tall !!! He wishes he was shorter because his height makes him stand out a lot and that's the LAST thing he wants

He prays literally every night before bed. Mostly asking for forgiveness (which he shouldnt have to ask for) because he thinks he's a horrible person just for being himself

He CLINGS onto Charlie, they're not like super close friends or anything but he LOVES Charlie. He looks up to Charlie a lot and WISHES he had his confidence and sense of self :')

He doesn't like Tommy, he thinks Tommy's too loud and disrespectful and hates how much attention he attracts. So he tends to just avoid him even if they're in the same classes

He absolutely regrets smoking with Bill and Ranboo but he also feels INCREDIBLY GUILTY for wanting to do it again (because he actually had fun and was able to relax for a moment)

He LOVES emo rock, indie, modern rock and other similar genres. His parents are really strict so he has to listen to his music in secret and ALWAYS has his earbuds on him, its a comfort item too. His three favorite bands are MCR, Ghost and Radiohead :]

The only game he was ever allowed to play was and still is Minecraft. He LOVES Minecraft but at the same time he desperately wishes to be able to play other games

He fucking LOVES GOING TO PUBLIC SCHOOL !!!!! he used to be in a Christian school but it gave him so much anxiety he was physically ill every single day and he just couldn't take it anymore!!!! To his surprise his parents actually agreed to let him go to public school during his sophomore year and he's been there ever since (now hes a senior)

Charlie is really his only friend, he's tried talking to other kids but he's horribly awkward and socially inept. Charlie basically adopted him and takes care of him like a brother !!!! Even if they're not super close Charlie's always looking out for him and tries to include him with his friends even tho Stu declines most the time :((

Keith Smith

HIS WIFE LEFT HIM AND TOOK THE KIDS TOO 😭😭😭 he's still trying to find her but he's slowly losing hope and he's really considering just giving up

He's basically the "king" of the end, even though he's not actually the ruler, it was his wife. But since she's GONE he basically had to take her place, until he finds a new wife or convinces her to come back if he ever found her (the end is a matriarchy)

He's kind of insufferable why do you think his wife left him

He has two kids, Lune (pronounced like loon) and Sunny. He LOVES his kids and is actually a really great dad despite being kind of an ass and fucking annoying. He misses them a lot and it breaks his heart that he might not be able to see them ever again

Dr. Malpractice

He's a geneticist specifically experimenting with mob/human hybrids.

His experiments are NOT ETHICAL AT ALL!!! He does whatever tf he wants whenever he wants. His only healthy, surviving test subjects are Phil (enderman), Tommy (spider), Charlie (creeper) and Quackity (duck). (He also experiments on my sona,, that I added for funsies,, but they weren't created by him he just happened to find them one day more on that later)

He's actually trying to make humans more powerful in a way, because they're the weakest humanoid species of them all. He wants to "save" humanity from their own biological inferiority and doesn't care how long it takes or how much damage he causes to others so long as he reaches his goal. Because he's fucking delusional and thinks he's doing something good

He even experimented on his kid, Fundy, and he didn't make it. He has a,,, complicated relationship with what happened to Fundy. On one hand the guilt eats away at him constantly, on the other he brushes it off as just another failed experiment since in the long run,, the ends justify the means in his mind

So far his deceased test subjects include Fundy, Niki, George, and Toby (Tubbo). His only escaped subject was Randy (Ranboo) and he's so fucking paranoid that somehow he'd be able to get the authorities to stop his experiments. But it's been months since Ran escaped and nothing's happened so he isn't AS paranoid anymore, but he still worries about it

He names all the test subjects himself, it's easier for him to remember than numbers because he has dyscalculia funnily enough

All the test subjects were made in his lab with stolen DNA so he didn't have to use his own. He basically grew them in tubes and used a rapid growth serum in the tanks to make everyone adult sized since it was easier to run tests that way. He accidentally left Phil cookin for too long so he's the oldest out of everyone LMAO (except for Dr mal himself, he's 37)

Ok so onto the cringe part !!!! cSoda is a shapeshifter, shapeshifters are VERY rare and often hide themselves because they're very sought after to hunt for sport or used for various reasons. They're basically "born" from the planet itself, they grow in pockets underground for many years and kinda just pop up when they're ready. (Think of like. Steven Universe gems but organic) cSoda is erm undercooked let's say LMAO because they popped up early in their development they're basically defective. They age (albeit slowly), their body scars, they can't regrow limbs properly, their shapeshifting is limited to only animals/people they've SEEN before and they are incredibly naive and have a harder time understanding/learning about the world.

Dr. Mal found cSoda (no idea how yet) and he normally wouldn't have cared but he saw their shapeshifting and immediately decided to "take them in". He takes advantage of their naivety and basically brainwashed them into thinking he cares for them. cSoda presents as a dog (more lore I don't feel like getting into rn) so they have the personality traits of one as well, very loyal and loving and INCREDIBLY affectionate. Which Dr Mal HATES.

If it weren't for the fact that cSoda is more useful to him while alive he probably would've just killed them because he's CONSTANTLY annoyed and irritated by them LMAO he wants to be able to replicate their shapeshifting and hopes that it might be able to help him achieve his goal

c!Wilbur

He fucking LOVES working the burger van with Ranboo, it gives him something to do and he actually enjoys spending time with them even after initially not really liking them. He thinks Ranboo is SO interesting and loves to analyze everything he says and does pFF

HE FUCKING. APOLOGIZED TO TOMMY!!!!! FOR EVERYTHING !!! HE WANTS TO DO AND BE BETTER FOR HIM AND HAVE A BETTER RELATIONSHIP!!!! HE LOVES HIS BROTHER SO MUCH AND IS TRYING TO BE BETTER AT SHOWING THAT RAAHH

He fucking REEKS no matter how much he showers or uses deodorant. It'll help with the intensity of the smell but he just reeks of death bc he was rotting !!!! he also smells like cigarettes and alcohol which does mask the rot and is actually preferable by most people (especially Quackity, who's VERY vocal about how much Wilbur stinks)

Tinybur

He's REALLY clingy, like he NEEDS someone to be holding him at all times. Normally it's Tommy (who's so obviously his favorite even tho he denies it)

It doesn't remember being human for the most part but he does miss it, especially being a normal height

He HATES when people baby him, he's a grown man who just happens to be child sized. If you talk down to him he WILL be an asshole

It was surprised when people started referring to him as an "it" but he kinda liked it !! It doesn't have the same feelings about its gender since becoming a doll and he thinks it's kinda weird but cool at the same time. It really is just vibin

It's voice is high pitched and he kinda hates it, its gotten used to it but it doesnt really like how its voice changed

Animatronic!Wilbur

He's so fucking annoying and is always flirting with parents for whatever reason. He fucking LOVES if they get flustered too it boosts his ego

He's SOO jealous of Ranboo its kind of embarrassing. He thinks he should be the lead singer and mascot but doesn't vocalize it, although he does make it painfully obvious

He's the lead guitarist and back up vocalist in the band (Tommy plays keytar, Ranboo is lead singer and James is the bassist)

He's actually really fucking insecure despite being a fan favorite. One time someone left their phone and it didn't have a password so he was able to use the internet which was. A mistake. He's seen the horrors of the Beloved Ent. Fandom and he thinks people only like him because he was made to be the "attractive one" and not because he actually has anything of substance.

He fucking HATES Schlatt with a passion, so he avoids the bowling alley entirely now. Jimmy (solidarity) used to be the bowling mascot but he was too fragile and a push over with guests so they replaced him with Schlatt. Who's nice enough to guests but does have a bit of a temper and doesn't take ANYONES bullshit. Wilbur was actually really close with Jimmy and he misses him terribly :(

Can you tell who I have more brainrot for LMAO

[fagcrisis]

nah, I totally get where you're coming from, but it's not necessarily something wrong with the kids- I'm a software tutor, and it's been getting.... bad, at least in the usa. it's not their fault, but society has become so tech-saturated that lot of schools literally have stopped teaching kids basic computer knowledge anymore, and assume they'll have picked it up intuitively, and so do their parents. but it's not intuitive, it's a skill like any other. and a lot of the kids are post-zoom era, which you'd think would make them more tech-literate, but no one was beside them looking at their computers to teach them, and they wound up with at least a year's gap of educational neglect in general as well. it's gotten... weird. the kids get by, cause a lot of tech is just 'push a button' now, and they soak up the new information like the little freak sponges they are, but quite often no one has sat down with them and explained jack shit before ....that being said, the amount of grown adults I have to explain that 'no, if you don't save the file it won't exist when you close the file' on a daily basis to is... so high. soooo high. people are unbelievably stupid

but then again, I can only speak to one form of educational system, so truly, who the fuck am I lmao

idk like, ive worked with kids and based on my experience theyre just kind of fucking stupid i say this w all the love in my heart but u take the smartest kid ive ever worked with n ask them a basic fuckin question and theyll just go huh bc thats how kids r i think this is less "the youth of today has smth wrong with them" and more the usual thing where a generation gets 9lder and starts teaching and interacting w kids and realize kids r kinda fucking stupid. we have a huge scare abt how the latest generation cant do this or that every ten years and its fine every time. kids get older and they learn shit.even if u got a teenager thats kinda fucking stupid they can still learn. also just like u said a lotta fucking adults r also tech illiterate as shit so i think this is more demographic based and not age based. kids whose parents r good w computers or who have access to some sort of education abt computers will learn that shit. also some places have more of a culture of fostering this shit like here piracy counts as basic tech literacy i think and that migjt not be the case in other places

anyway the reason these posts annoy me bc i used to see all this posting abt how well b the genrration who isnt a cunt to kids and doesnt demean them and now 10 yrs later yall r doing that shit like u were also kind of fucking stupid as a kid and adults were probs freaking out about how u cant even read and now ur an adult n ur fine. also if kids cant do smth its not their fault its the fault of every adult around them so in any case stop talking abt how kids r tech illiterate itll be fine calm down. most of yall dont even have kids n if ya do teach them computers

[sburbian-sage]

Hello there! Its gm again

Glad we finally got this working

A lot has happened, from my perspective its been about two and a half years, ive completed a further two sessions

But i think we did it, i think we're out

We're back on earth, like normal earth

Well kinda normal

Sburb doesn't seem to exist here and our sylladex's have vanished along with basically everything we didnt have on our persons when we walked through the door

We had a hell of a session, one where we god tiered relatively early game due to the danger

Of the four of us (space, time, breath, and light) we seem to have retained little dregs of power, small things, our space player can give you the dimensions of a room down to the millimeter from just a glance type of things

I have an intimate awareness of time even without a clock

As far as we can tell paradox space is still out there but is functionally unreachable at the current moment due to technological restraints

Took about a year of tinkering just to get a stable signal using the replay-net dongle

Its

Is it strange that i miss it? Its strange out here, for gods sake i work at a gas station now how wild is that

Ive killed hundred of thousands if not millions or more enemies and created thing beyond understanding and met clowns and fought kings and queens and Eldritch beings and made fucking universes and i work at a gas station! A fucking gas station dude! Arguably the most normal of jobs that you could have!

Its wild! its so far beyond insanity that the four of us are sure we have to be in the game still

But its right there in the fuckin sky, like no one else can see it, a giant "thanks for playing"

We cant even go to some kind of therapy cause who the fuck would believe us? Gods sake our youngest is 13! She has at least 15 sessions under her belt, how the fuck do you even recover to a societal normal after decades of being fucking 13!

Its like sburbs final fuck you

I wish i knew what we did, how we got out how the fuckin menu got fixed or if it was just some fucking random twist of data

I wish i could help others leave

But we dont know and we have no way of figuring it out without access to the game and ill be fucking damned if we push our luck

I wish i could help you

The Sylladex isn't a SBURB thing, anyone can do that, dingus. Post disproven.

Okay but for real, even putting aside the fact that I innately refuse to believe "I found a way to fix the game" stories, especially with the addendum of "the game fixed itself mysteriously", I do have to interrogate the intention behind sending this ask. It can't help anyone because it happened randomly, it double-can't help me because I am not even in a position to receive random twists of fate. And ending it off with the random pitiable "I wish I could help you"? Every so often some guy will troll around by claiming they beat the game, say everyone else has a "skill issue" or is "not seeing the bigger picture which is why you're stuck there", and then starts making crass comments about how we're stuck standing in a circle and providing genetic material to a frog while they're going to spend the rest of their immortal life in their new universe being fed grapes and receiving blowjobs from their followers (and then they get banned), and I have to say, at least the troll posts are funny.

Even if this is true and you are now free from the game >assuming that a new SBURB session can't or won't be initiated in this new world, I cannot really help you acclimate to living a new life in a normal world, nor can I direct you to a resource that can do the same, because nobody has experienced this. The closest you'll get is guys with absurdly long (we're talking around three years) pre-Sessions, and even then they know the game is about to begin on some level, even if they don't know when, and that dread kind of characterizes the entire text. So enjoy that I guess.

[my-7-thoughts]

Some a y'all in my personal life need to stop telling me things.

"My best friend of 2 years just ghosted me what do I do?"

"Oh and btw this is kinda sad but we think my friends mom who's also like my chosen mother, yeah the one who had a seizure and died a few days ago, we found meds in her bedside table and the docters think she might have killed herself instead. Anyways-"

Girl WHAT?

Like I kid you not im fully seriously losing my mind.

To anyone who reads this, congratulations you are witnessing someone losing their mind.

Like I can't do this anymore I fully can't, I'm going AWOL I'm blowing up my life and packing my things and y'all are never gonna see me again I cannot believe I am back to this point where I feel like I just have to leave, I could pack up and go and be fine.

Scratch that other line actually, I don't even NEED to blow up my life it's blowing ITSELF UP like I'm starting fresh in college but not on purpose!! JESUS!!

I'm sick as a mfing DOG and probably a little delirious.

Like, listen, not to bring a vent post back to my special interest but I'm going to anyway so listen up,

I have always been a Crowley(good omens) girl (not actually a girl).

Like I am him and he is me but you know what? I don't look or act like him AT-TALL.

Not even a little bit.

I even have a special interest in angel lore in Christian mythology and that's IT. Just the angels. Barely know shit about the demons, 'cept for like, their names.

So you wanna know why I have always felt one and the same with him? 

Optimism.

The entire crux of his character is he is damned, rock bottom, a demon from hell,

And yet, he's an optimist.

He has this infinite patience for the world around him, that he's always gonna bounce back, that no matter what, if he doesn't want his car to burn down right now, then it is not. gonna. burn. down. rn.

An imaginative optimist.

He is in love with aziraphale for 6000 years and for all those years has the optimism and patience to wait for him.

But you wanna know what.

We, me and him, as optimists, need our moments. Have our moments where just.

Enough is e-motha fuckin-NOUGH.

I'm running away to alpha centuri, I'm gone, whether you bitches are coming with me or not. Iv had it, im done.

And if that makes me a selfish, awful, right proper demon. So be it. 

And l'm not gonna actually do it.

I cant drive.

I don't have anywhere id actually go. 

The best i can do from here is ignore texts and calls.

Which feels shitty.

And I know I'll regret even wanting to go, later on.

Cause he needs me.

But by god l'm tired. 

And iv been tired.

For what feels like 6000 years.

[ask-teamplayer]

You should all say one good things about each other, to yk spread positivity through the group 😁

FATE: I'm glad Ronin didn't set anything on fire when I asked him to.

FATE: You'd be surprised how little he actually listens to me. When it comes to matters of the heart. And matters of the crime.

FATE: See? It's not so hard. Ronin, your turn. Pass it on, you sick fuck.

RONIN: youre really fucking me in the ass with this one. also, i just put the fire thing on the backburner. ill think about it more later.

RONIN: uh.

RONIN: i like that l is out of her middle school catgirl phase.

LILY: irl, maybe!!! heehee :3 i have an anime catgirl discord profile picture.

LILY: oh, we're doing a compliment game, right! i gotta pass one off. okay: i think darin is really sweet! i like how empathetic he is, he always seems to care when one of us is sad and he always wants to do what we're doing, even though he could leave us in the dirt and call it stupid like a certain SOMEONE here.

LILY: i also like how he calls me "bossman" i think it's cute!!! :3 and the chief thing. adorkable!!!

DARIN: sngjdgpdh ok just hit me with that one huh hun aright

DARIN: ok pass on the compliments right

DARIN: i rlly like seth and all he does for us and i like that he stands up for my feelins and shit it really makes a guy feel appreciated

DARIN: hes kinda the reason i got you guys next to the main boss himself so i gotta give him a lil appreciation

SETH: awww, darin!!!

SETH: im glad we're all bonding right now. im really feeling the positivity in the room!

SETH: you know what? im gonna compliment vera!!

SETH: vera, i think youre really funny!! i like your sarcasm, youre getting really good at it!

SETH: and you always go the extra mile fashion-wise, and i think youre really working it! like i always like seeing you dress up! it just shows how much you care, and you get so meticulous. its epic!!!

SETH: youre one of my dearest friends. we should totally talk more!

SETH: ok, your turn!

VERA: I do not particularly like any of you

FATE: Vera.

VERA: I believe Cora is physically attractive

FATE: Okay, sure.

CORA: Well, I have to say I'm flattered.

CORA: Ah... that leaves me two options. I suppose Nahla's the better one.

CORA: I like the taste of your #### ###### ###### ###### and I appreciate the way you ####### #### ###### ##### and ##### ###### ##### ##### ####### ####### and ##### ###### ### ####

CORA: You're real talented. Keep up the good work!

VERA: .

FATE: That is way more than I ever wanted to know.

NAHLA: HA!!!!!!

NAHLA: Well, I can say I already got that impression through our experience, but it's nice to be reminded!

NAHLA: Oh shit, compliments for coolkid then. I don't got anything big to say, you should've left me Seth or something. Oh well!!!

NAHLA: Hey, loverboy, I actually like that you're annoying, and I forgive you for the library incident. That enough for you? I'm EXUDING positivity today!

ENZO: works for me

ENZO: oh shit of course i go last which means i loop back around

ENZO: yall ready for a fuckin TIRADE

FATE: No, actually, that isn't necessary, we can consider the whole team bonding exercise over if that makes you feel comfortable- I'd rather not-

ENZO: oh baby boy no no no

ENZO: you dont UNDERSTAND

ENZO: i have boarded the compliment fate train and this stations gonna be runnin for hours with no possible way to stop short of just jumping out and breaking several ribs

ENZO: better strap in and get ready for the long haul and watch the wilderness fly by cause this is gonna be a big one

ENZO: you underestimate how much shit i have to say today okay ive been keepin it in for a bit

ENZO: i hope you like a lot of trees because i picked out the destination just for you and its going to be lovely and beautiful and exotic

ENZO: you ready?

FATE: Uh-

RONIN: this is gonna be fun to watch.

ENZO: alright

ENZO: here we go

ENZO: AHEM

[borderlinedoc]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬...𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 I lose around 50 kg last time I was admitted bc of my last suicide attempt since then I'm doing lots of exercise but my eyes just see the way my disfuctional Brain knows himself a big, fat, ugly, dismorphic body with lots of Scar tissues over his neck, belly, arms, legs, wrist

I really wish someday this shit ends, I'm really tired of feeling this way

Medicine, psychotherapy, rehab, drugs as any other shit doesn't help at all

Ive been four times in a psychiatric hospital in Culiacán and four times been in rehab last time I cut my neck with a razor blade as deep as I could but here I am fuck I have nothing I used to be a well know physician in CDMX I was doing a major but self sabotage is kinda my specialty or maybe is the only fuckin thing I know to do well who cares I'm writing to vent cause everytime I open tumblr, Twitter or install I just see people who knows how to live but fuck man I was the most interesting smart guy at college and look at me rn at my 33 yo no money, no girlfriend, a shitty ass mental disease that probably everyone knew about it but not me

Fuck, I just vent some shit here cause I have no one to talk to, sorry about my English is not my native language but I rather write to talk with...

[shastafirecracker]

Hello!!! I am so curious if you have any spare Trillium and Ivy lore that you’d like to share? Any backstories, character playlists, cut scenes, whatever you’d like! It’s definitely become one of my comfort fics, and it’s so well written and funny! Have a great day! 🤞🏻

Hell yeah! I just opened my original note/outline document to look through it, so here's some concepts that never made it into the final version (but could still be true!):

-[re:meryl and milly] one of the couple is trans. everyone assumes it is 6-foot deadlift-a-tree Milly, but it is of course 5'4" blow-away-in-a-stiff-wind Meryl

-Hoppered, or Hop, liaises with the May homeless population and still spends a huge amount of time on the streets, but has been a staple at the shelter for so long that the people who run the place started insisting on paying him to help them with outreach. He is usually around somewhere in his wheelchair with his backpack of supplies for specific recipients - like he takes people their prescriptions, makes sure the people with allergies get special groceries, knows exactly where to put up notices about shower and bed and job opportunities. One of the people at the shelter is the blind woman from the manga

-actual part of my notes: "livio's just like didja bang yet. didja bang yet. hey hey, nick. you fuckin. hey. and nick is like I Will Push You Out Of This Moving Car I Swear To God. but privately also thinking like, i can never admit how much ive been jerking it recently, could vash STOP carrying heavy bags of mulch around the parking lot all day, please vash i am going to die"

-Another long chunk of the notes, detailing the Saverem family dynamic: "vash explains he grew up on a farm with some ex-commune hippie parents who adopted he and knives and tried to get away from a lot of the groupthink of the commune while still imparting their ideals onto the twins. which meant homeschooling and a lot of camping, backpacking, learning to live off the land kinda stuff. alex died when the twins were really young but rem was a good single mom. but the twins always were competitive and when knives caused the accident it tore the family apart. vash was in the hospital for a really long time and ended up never going to college because of it, and knives started college but dropped out to join the group he ran with for several years. rem couldn't quite empty-nest because vash had to be home a lot for recovery and went through a long period of depression during which he slowly went back and got his GED, learned to cope with prosthetics and chronic pain, relearned loving the land, and turned from big farming projects to smaller garden projects. then rem was diagnosed with ovarian cancer which is cruel because she and alex never could conceive - why they adopted - and rem and vash had a really strong period of bonding while he healed and she died, during which she apologized for accidentally teaching the twins that productivity and purpose was everything, because really purpose isn't everything. just existing is a good in the world. existing and being kind to yourself and others. and plants that didn't "do" anything were just as precious as ones that made food or other "useful" stuff. Vash grows flowers for rem. she loved red flowers, especially geraniums. rem dies."

AGAIN I JUST WANT TO SAY, I was fuckign writing this before Stampede even got announced, so that damn apollo dodgeball of prophecy got me even with the idea of "plants that don't do anything."

-the original outline for the final showdown with Legato involved Livio, Zazie, Meryl & Milly ALL also going to the warehouse (later turned into the abandoned nightclub). It was batshit and I realized how untenable it was pretty early, and dumped everyone from the scene except the vital players (V, W, K, Legato). I also had this incredibly complicated way to justify why Legato getting arrested wouldn't just immediately get Knives also arrested? and then I realized that, duh, by far the easiest way to sidestep the issue was to just kill Legato. He dies in every canon anyway. Like why was I trying to keep him alive, lol.

-midvalley was going to be an FBI guy? ok sure

OTHER LITTLE SCENES I meant to write for the follow-up of mini-fics:

-Nick is from somewhere cold, and underestimates heat. He speaks at a burial in the summer (full suit, no tent) and ends up having heat exhaustion. doesn't know why he's so sick until Vash gets the details of his day out of him and Vash is like, good god man, here is water, go lie down, did you not grow up with constant PSAs about how not to get heat stroke? and nick's like NO you dipshit!

-Vash is from somewhere hot, and underestimates cold! An ice storm that is unreasonably strong for the area (thanks climate change!) passes through and Vash is just excited for snow like a kid at Christmas. meanwhile Nick is going feral trying to winterize a house that was never built for/intended to be winterized. Vash's joy at the snow helps remind him to see the beauty of it for a while, and that's nice, but then their power stays out for like a week and it becomes "huddle for warmth in a snowed in cabin" trope except more depressingly realistic bc it's your own damn home and you can barely live in it. :C (drawn from personal experience, ahaha... ugh)

-at some point I had meant to write them going on a trip to the beach with the girls, and/or a trip to December so Vash could meet Melanie and Nick could visit St. Michaels

anyway that's all I can think of for now! thank you so much for being a fan of my silly story! <3 <3 <3 I loved writing it and I love how much love it's gotten over time since I posted it.

[ghoodles]

Ghost Mutuals Tag Game 🦇 Send this to the last ten Ghesties in your notifications, then reply here with ten facts about yourself! Let's get to know each other!

OH !! HI!!

Okay 10 facts, i got this :3

1- I am 5'5

2- I do cosplays, my last one being the goober himself, spider-man noir

3- i have two ghoul ocs! An earth ghoulette named Artemis, who's ritual was fucked up by a spider, and a multighoul named quilt, who wasnt summoned for any performing purpose, just to help around the ministry :3

4- I am an aro/ace lesbian :3

5- I dont know too much about ghost outside the lore, ive only been here for like.. a week or two now--

6- Cirrus, cumulus, and mountain my beloveds (theyre my favorite ones, i aspire to have lus's voice)

7- I'm a minor :3

8- I am a firm disbeliever that phantom would be one of the shyer ghouls, maybe its cause of my lack of focusing on him but girl (nongendered) have you SEEN the way he slings that guitar around, it's like a fuckin sword !! .. he scares me /pos

9- Quilt was created after a dream i had about cosplaying a ghoul, and even if i get a prerequelle mask i will still say its them :3

10- I model fire ghouls off of dragons, earth ghouls off of goats, water ghouls off of snakes, and air ghouls off of lions (cause of copia calling cumulus and cirrus his lionesses) .. Multighouls i just kinda... make up with no idea as to what to assign them, Quilt's horn design specifically was inspired by a moth's antennae, but that was about it :3

[nerves-nebula]

oh I fully get that grate things, one of our big field trips was down the street to a sewer treatment plant and I grabbed the rails and kinda shimmied on the solid metal while clinging to it so if it did break I'd (probably) be able to hold onto that.

I hate those big grate things they sometimes have on the ground in bigger cities, I walk around them because I worry about them breaking too much (or dropping something important down).

eh my parents aren't the worst, they moreso confuse me more than anything. They're really forgetful and negligent, but also set up cameras covering all the exists to the house and my bedroom door so they could track me, but would forget me at school (we technically lived outside of the bus range so I had to be picked up from school since I wasn't allowed money for bus tickets, so I regularly stayed at school 'til 8pm without more food or whatever.)

your sister sounds super cool, like that's awesome she was able to get all that free food. Sucks she had to do that and couldn't rely on food at home, but I'm glad that that worked. Is she the same one writing the jesus god blasphemy fic? (that's super cool of her)

And uh, admittedly yeah I've stollen before. Mostly just food, but also some small things here and there for gifts since I couldn't afford it (all my money was stuff I find on the ground). Mostly food though, when I was sent out to get groceries I'd steal a thing for myself for my food stash. I think the people at the store knew? but I've never been caught lol

hmm yeah your parents sound like They Are Suck,, but at least they aren't actively malicious?? idk how much consolation that is though.

and nah my older sister is writing the blasphemy fic, my younger sister is still living with our mom at home unfortunately :/ ive got 3 sisters and i generally refer to them as my Oldest, older, and younger sister when talking about all 3 of them.

i only ever tried to steal one thing and it was like, a fuckin leopard print glasses case or something?? and i didnt even like it??? and i was scared that cops were gonna shoot and kill me cause that's what dad always said would happen?? so i just never stole and decided id rather STARVE.

side note, my dad went shopping with me once and got mad that i declined a receipt (because i always forget and just randomly decide if i want it or not) and said that one day someone would accuse me of stealing and if i didn't have the receipt they would shoot me and tell everyone else it was because i was stealing so. now im worried about that too hah.

[aster-pkmn-irl-real]

DREAMER - does your muse have any recurring dream? if not, what was their worst nightmare?

And!

CHEATING DEATH - what does your muse think about death? are they afraid of it?

oh ummmm that first one is kind of like. hard to answer cause i actually don't sleep that much tbh,,, it isnt a thing where i just refuse to sleep or like im overworking myself i grew outta that phase but like i havent been able to sleep properly at all for as long as i can remember (ALSO YES IVE TRIED CUTTING OUT CAFFEINE IT DIDNT WORK) so i dont really dream thatttt much. but recently when ive managed to get to sleep ive had this dream where like. it reminds me of this one fairy tale (read: reading comprehension passage) i really liked when i was younger called marzia and the seven harlequins. i talk about it more here. (https://www.tumblr.com/aspens-lab-moved/740062909838884864/whats-a-book-that-features-your-favorite?source=share) but basically in the dream i take the role of marzia and eight other people (none of whom i recognize?? which is kinda weird) take the roles of her friends. but basically what happens is i turn like 13 in the dream and my pichu and i set out on this journey where basically we have to reset this timer in order to prevent the world from being destroyed by 'god.' so as we journey throughout the land over the course of 5 years we meet these people and we become friends and they join my cause. along the way my pichu also eventually evolves into a raichu. what happens is like basically each of these eight friends start to go missing one by one, until theres only me, my raichu, and one last friend left with his raichu. and the two of us keep going on our journey to reset the timer and stop god from destroying the world and when we get to wherever we're supposed to be stopping god there's an altar at the very top of this tower which is on top of a mountain. when we find god, whos like just sitting on the altar having a good time ig, we realize that our friends went missing because every time we got closer he was taking them as sacrifices to make him stronger. then he takes my raichu and our last friend as the final sacrifices and its just me and this eevee left to reset the timer and make sure god doesnt destroy the world and basically like the eevee evolves into an umbreon and we're able to reset the timer and destroy god because he didnt realize that the timer doesnt function on sheer power but its cause like love and hope and devotion are how it chooses its master so its reset but in the process the umbreon and i are killed, but we wake up to this really bright light, where we're meant to spend all of eternity together all alone because we're dead and we have to watch over the timer now in order to reset it next time and next time and next time because that way nothing changes and the timer can always be guaranteed to be reset and then i start crying in the dream and then i wake up its a weird fuckin dream and then for the second one . its kind complicated ig. im not going into detail for kind of obvious but i do have a few experiences regarding death and stuff and they definitely had an effect on me. i wouldn't say i necessarily fear death. i don't want to die but at the same time if i were to be killed i wouldn't try to fight all that hard yk? like if it happens it happens. theres not a whole lot i can do about that. im going to die anyway. all i can really do is love the people i love while i can and hope that when i say i love them they know i mean it and try to live a life that i won't regret when my time comes. and i dont really mean that in a yolo way but i moreso just wanna like. pay attention to my life and the world around me and i wanna pay attention to what i pay attention to. i dont want to die but if it happens i dont want to waste time trying to cling to life when i could be doing something better with my time

[pesterloglog]

Dave Strider, Meenah Peixes

Act 6, page 5263

DAVE: yeah i saw it

DAVE: i was looking up in space doing a little monster gazing right

#daves private chill time #eldritch red lobster #bargain seafood buffet #bored

DAVE: when suddenly i thought my glasses shattered

#ben stiller almost fucking tornadoed in his grave

DAVE: but it wasnt the shades turned out it was space itself that cracked

#fuckin relief #best bro gave me these

DAVE: and i listened and i heard the screams and killing and stuff

#monsters dying #ghosts dying #atrocious problems

DAVE: havent slept well since that

DAVE: well i guess im sleeping alright at the moment

#oh yeah #i forgot

DAVE: cause im here in a bubble talking to you but yeah in general my shuteye has been boned up the protein chute

#troll anatomy #lewd #maybe?

DAVE: keeping myself busy with awesome projects helps a bit i guess

#awesome projects

MEENAH: then you must want to kill the guy even worse than me

MEENAH: why dont you join me we can fly away and fuck him up together 38)

#what good is a cape even #if you wont fly away to clobber badguys

DAVE: nope

#nah

DAVE: appreciate the offer but im just gonna hang tight and work on my ebubbles

#dave_ebubbles

MEENAH: e what

DAVE: ebubbles theyre awesome

#how is this not awesome

DAVE: its just some ridiculous shit i figured out how to do here

DAVE: this whole place runs on memories so ive been messing around with that

#just as long as you dont ask me how #we are cool

DAVE: turns out i dont even really need the internet for shenanigans i can just exploit the afterlife

MEENAH: the fuuuck

MEENAH: i know youre down in the dumps kid but that sounds like a stupid waste of time

#stupid waste of time

MEENAH: now come on lets go whale on a cherub

DAVE: nah

#yes lets #just fucking with you #no

DAVE: i mean

DAVE: i think i might be "supposed" to kill him anyway?

#air quotes

DAVE: thats the feeling i get like there are all these clues about that ive kinda noticed

#remember that bullshit about the pimp being in the crib? #hahaha oh god

DAVE: so if i am THE GUY that needs to take him down then fine ill do that if and when i get hornswoggled into some big showdown with a ridiculous green space pimp or whatever he is

#i heard he has a gold tooth #are you fuckin kidding me

DAVE: i dont know i think im not really cut out for the whole reluctant hero shtick

#im better at comics

DAVE: like the whole scene is so obvious and trite and i cant even tell if my reluctance is ironic or if im playing it straight

#reluctant before it was cool #and before i was willing

DAVE: like ill wonder if im being reluctant enough to cut it or if im actually just being reluctant to be reluctant

#how reluctant do you even have to BE to DOOOOO something like etc etc #sbahj

DAVE: it turns into like meta reluctance and then all i can think about is how fucking stupid the whole thing is

#i also think about puppets sometimes... #unrelated

DAVE: i think im probably just too self aware for this hero bullshit so dont even waste your time on me

#ironic self pity

MEENAH: wow

MEENAH: sooooo cooooooool

MEENAH: NOT

[talesofthewonderingfool]

I bet she was told by doctors monthsssss agoooo , but knowing now , it was only in her mind that she felt burdened by telling the whole world . And not just that but her whole family . She was ousted by her sister when looking after her mum but the sister only did that because 2 weeks before she was made redundant from her job . Her whole life has been looking after her mum . Thats the samoan way…the youngest is supposed too do that . And too have it taken away like that , and not only that she passed away many months later . But it was strange it was happening because EVERYONE knew that she got high but she did what her mother wanted , and she knew what her mum liked and what not …..not her sister . But the other siblings didnt really mind it was just her older gossiping sister . The Samoan or Fa’aSamoa way is too serve.But…. its like once her mum passed like…nothing mattered too her . And eventually her body caught up too her . It took a fuckin WEEK . In the hospital on a Thursday and passed the next week on the same day…it was fucking strange too…..we came too see her that day for a visit…we got flowers too for her thinking she would be finally awake so we could tell her she the s gonna be better , mum was gonna give a whole Jesus speech and looking too the lord , all that christian stuff .We got too the hospital , went up the elevator , went the same direction…but knowing mum walked slowly and her friend that she brought over with me and my brother , went too the same room we went two days ago and her nametag wasnt in the room . A lady runs past and asks for a name and comes back but they give us a unnerving look…” ward 4” .i actually pay it no mind cause I dont wanna muck around and walk faster….. I am the first one too walk too the door . My brother and mum and her friend were walking too slow…I walked too the door and look through the window , and my cousin is balling his eyes out with arms on the end of the hospital bed. I open the door slowly….he looks at me crying and he says…Aunty just passed . But…as soon as i turn too see her , my auntys sister who wanted there mum was closing her eyes…and the colour of her skin was what threw me.It was really yellow and ive never seen her like that before…i looked into her eyes and…i dont think i will ever unsee that look again in my life. I look out and already see my mum doesnt walk through the door…but shes already crying. You see…my mum and her were best friends before my mum met my dad . But as life goes on and things change they didnt see each other as much but once together they were a duo of misfits as i see it now . As friends should be .I do eventually walk out the room cause after seeing that made me sad . I talk too my cousin later on in the other room and lays out what happened too her….she was healthy before xmas but noticed she kept going toilet…then had a really sore stomach that put her off work…she went too the hospital for sore bowels months before this week but tells the family she just got sore bowels and thats it , no one pays it no mind untill last week where they find out she has stage 4cancer . But that was soo fuckin fast i didnt even get too talk too her on her last days only the last time was a whole different time and she only missed the good times with all my cousins together mocking each other over shit that made my childhood soo fun being around that side of the family .My cousins theory is that she got told aggggesss ago and didnt wanna tell anyone . And that shit hurt because i felt like that once , “it would be better if i wasnt here”kinda talk or even not burdening anyone with my problems .But you mean too tell me , that i just missed her passing in seconds .Just as I walked through the door? There were soo many roadblocks and humps of interaction that couldve been avoided so i could see her alive ONE more time .How the fuck did it go stage 4 in one week . This maybe playing into my mind too much but its 4 fours were going on throughout that day . Ward 4 , stage 4 , and shes the fourth sister . Also 4 is a badluck number .

[tetsuooooooooooo]

oohhh gooood people saw thiiis this is what i signed up for now i have to write the thinnngs ah fuuck aight everybody shut up im so fuckin scared right now bcgdyikfsgohd

Disclaimer this is bad and stupid i was so close to cancelling this post and maybe i still will cause the more i ruminated the more plot holes n hurdles i encountered and its not good you should leave now bye

cool cool now that ive absolutely channeled my man with all that lets get this over with

the song in question that im basing the whole asspulling oral exam rant off of letsa go

the bare skeleton of this whole concept of mine is just a revenge fantasy for my boo, just fuckin decided to give him a goddamn warlord arc cause sure whatevs thats so in character lol

it hit me at some point when listening to the last part

i was like huh. this is kinda fitting for Muriel. with the curse n whatnot. it might not be what he asked for for the deal exactly but he doesnt hate the idea of it. it works to isolate him and give him a perception of freedom. its kind of a useful ability too, isnt it. you can get away with basically anything, as soon as youre out of sight, right? imagine the possibilities (because i sure cant seeing how i havent come up with a concrete example of how he could really use it to his advantage, but yea you can see what im getting at like imagine the kinda things julian would pull if they switched deals lol)

the warmup here is just fucking. pure emo muriel turnt the fuck up to 11. and to this "everything sucks" sentiment we sprinkle a little "so lets fuck shit up" punk. and like. ok this is the first deviation from canon i had to figure out to make this work hfgsgjfst but liike im imagining that ritual asra did? to get mc back up? yeah no that did not work out, lucio is indeed back instead, the gang focked it up, but everyone still got their deals? because? fuckinn magic? i dont think i remember that ritual shid explained in any coherent way? thats on me i reckon but like cmon i dare say theres not that many magic rules established in this story anyhoo idk

aight so anyway: lucio is back in perfectly good shape, maybe he gets devil upgrades for some magical shenanigans maybe not idk, asra's a mess. Murmur does not feel safe with lucio around again for round 2 and with no more hope of him biting the dust soon, and hes pretty over asras shit with mc (ok no cause this one's canon its established somewhere that hes kinda jealous right like hes the one that talks about asras whole "hes addicted to you" thing right i so totally remember that exactly how it was from when i played asra 2 goddamn years ago im definitely not bending murms established character fhsbkvj but like cmon asras his only buddy no matter what he says they frickin get together in that one route)

so

he does what he does best, packs it up and gets the fuck on outta that whole mess immediately

and heads south

as far as he can

and like, this next bit doesnt actually have to be a part of this story cause of course i dont know how to make it make sense lmao but imma include it here just because this is the most interesting part for me because this is where i possibly find out from feedback if my beef with khamgalai is valid or not

because yeah im projecting cause yes he would probably be all "yeah ok sure i deserved that its cool lol" like the silly little bitch he is

but fucking. if she knew. where he was. how miserable. how hopeless and helpless.

why the ✨fuck✨ did she not COME GET HIM

over the motherfucking almost 30 years, when she wasnt as old as when we meet her in his route, when the fight's been over, when shes from a fucKING NOMAD TRIBE, EXPERIENCED and RESOURCEFUL and MAGICAL AS FUCK TO BOOT

absolutely feel free to come at me about this theres so many possible explanations n excuses but as none of it has been explored in canon cause she just had to fucking get instakilled before anybody asked about anything i reserve my right to stay salty gchgjyr

yeah anyway he finds her! and maybe gets to actually stay a while. maybe gets to learn of his roots, find his selfworth, heal a little bit. but he finds out about that little detail and freaks the fuck out cause girl what did you just pop in see him starvin on the street and killing people and just went "eh it builds character" fuCKINGG SOMEBODY HAVE MERCY ON THIS MAN OR I WILL STRIKE YOU DOWN she probably couldnt. she probably couldnt calm down bro she had to dig a lotta holes over there she was mad tired

im also mad tired at this point so let me get to the crux of it cause it is really not that deep. he ventures out on a lifechanging fieldtrip, at some point decides that you know what? fine, he'll be a killer if thats what (he thinks) hes supposed to be. he has nothing to lose everything to gain, getting killed by lucio will only end his miserable existence, but in the case he Can overthrow him? why not make the one last ditch effort in his life. everybody wins, either way. if we are including khamgam in, i think itd be cool if he got the intel about the kokhuri survivours spread out through the land, cause how fucking cool is it gonna be to band together, steal lucios tribe name again, and set the fuck out to kill his ass by any means (i feel like morga could be included in here somewhere but i dont know they probably wouldnt be very big fans, maybe muriel meets her somewhere along before and gets apprenticed then he can tell the gang shes cool we need her shes got lucio trackers n shit shell teach us to fight i dunno i dont really like the vibe but if youre into morga redemption go for it)

and how fucking cool would it be if they figured out magics to extend his curse ability to the whole squad so they can roll in through a city, take anything they want n leave with no hubbub about it. i actually can say i genuinely enjoy This idea at least lmao

this would of course require moomoo to roll 20 charisma to convince those people to drop everything and come with him on a fucking revenge crusade but ya know what? were not gonna worry about that heres more song lyrics that make me think about khal drogo muriel

goatman step the fuck up💞💗✨💅🏽

and if you Are a fucked up little deviant interested in a romantic little khaleesi rp hwite woman escapism tribe wife murdercouple vibe fantasy (whahuh,, who.,:; me?.??, why i NEVER) then enjoy this vision of a proposal to your i guess non MC oc cuz theyre ded lol💖💞💗💞💖

god this is. i have no more words why are you here how did you get down here, the disappointment is over, youre free now, run away🤗

anyway anyone wanna hear about my Muriel "tired of being nice/goes apeshit"/revenge/angst/inspired by niche song" au idea