#dude this stream was messing with my brain

[jhingerale]

the man deserves the shawty bae

[squidpedia]

Fun fact: the UTY devs confirmed in their live stream that Axis genocide death sprite was supposed to mirror Integrity’s death in terms of appearance.

Meaning that whoever they were looked something like this after Axis got done with em

oh i was there from start to end, i remember starting to feel physically sick at around that point👍👍👍👍

its kinda comedic looking at the replay recording of me drawing my uty anniversary comic because you can tell when they start talking about integrity because i veered off to doodling lilac a few times before getting was too stressed out about it amd switching back to working on the comic

[ericshoney]

Accident~ Brothers!Sturniolo Triplets

Summary: You loved to colour anything but accidentally ruin one of Nick's Space Camp designs.

Warnings: shouting, crying, angst with a happy ending

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You were a very tame three year old. You never really got into trouble, sometimes loud, but never troublesome. You also loved being close to your brothers and loved being in LA with them, which is where you are right now.

You sat at the table colouring some pictures that Chris got you, your brothers were filming a stream in Matt's room but said if you needed anything to get them, as your parents had gone out for a bit to explore LA.

You then saw a piece of paper, which you thought was free to use, so you grabbed it and started drawing all over it, not realising it was a new design for Space Camp.

"Hey kiddo!" Chris exclaimed, as he walked in, closely followed by Nick and Matt.

"Hi! Look!" You replied just as cheery, showing him the pictures you coloured.

"Look amazing, sweetheart." Matt said, softly kissing your forehead.

"Then I draw this!" You added, showing them the drawing you did.

"That looks coo-" Nick began, but froze as he saw the designs on the back.

He quickly took the piece of paper from you and looked, seeing you had drawn all over his new designs for his meeting in a week.

"You not like?" You questioned.

"These are my new Space Camp designs." He said.

"Can't you actually use your brain for once kid! Look at what you've done!" He shouted.

"Hey calm down, she didn't know." Matt said.

"Of course she did! It's obvious these are new designs!" Nick responded.

"You always mess up! Always gotta colour something! This was for a new line and you completely ruined it!" He continued.

You frowned and felt tears in your eyes, none of your brothers had shouted at you before.

"I sorry." You said quietly.

"Dude, back off." Chris said, tugging the eldest back.

You ran to Matt's room since it was the closest and curled up on his bed, crying into the pillows. Both Matt and Chris looked at Nick.

"Bro, she's three." Chris said, disappointed with his brother.

"She ruined something big for me." Nick tried to defend, but the guilt was already setting in.

"She couldn't tell. You also left it out for anyone to use, what if I accidentally wrote a list on it?" Matt called.

"I....I fucked up, didn't I?" Nick asked, both Chris and Matt nodded.

"Yeah dude, again, she's three. She can't always tell what's right and wrong." Chris answered.

"You go cool down and we'll calm her, then you talk to her when your ready to apologise." Matt said.

Nick nodded and went to cool down in his room for a bit. An hour later you had calmed down, not crying anymore as you sat with Chris and Matt watching Looney Tunes. There was a soft knock on the door and Nick poked his head in.

"Can I come in?" He asked.

Matt nodded as you curled up to Chris more, scared he would shout again. Nick frowned and came over, kneeling on the floor.

"Hey sweetheart, I'm really sorry for shouting at you. I didn't mean it and I'm sorry I scared you." He apologised.

"Accident." You mumbled.

"I know, kiddo, it was an accident and I was a horrible big brother by shouting and blaming you for something you didn't fully understand. I got you something as a sorry." He said.

Nick then pulled out a Taz stuffed animal. You smiled as you reached for it, making him smile a bit.

"Thank you." You whispered.

"Your welcome and I'm sorry again." He replied.

You smiled and hugged the eldest triplet, making Matt and Chris smile, knowing things are okay now.

[toyb0y-tboy]

need to go to a rave dressed all slutty (shirtless, jock under short shorts, flagging, eyeshadow, full rave boy nero). get fucked up enough im super confident, flirt with dudes for drinks. start talking to a hot older guy in the smoking area, he tells me he likes the colour of my hankies, i just giggle. when we go in together to the dancefloor he gets handsy, i dont stop him. he buys me drinks and rubs powder on my gums as we're pressed up against each other in a toilet cubicle. we're in the smoking area again he calls me a fag as a joke, i let out a soft pant. his hand moves lower and lower on my back, i ask if i can him a fantasy. he lets out a low chuckle "of course i always wanna hear a pretty fag boys fantasy" i tense up blood rushing to my dick from my brain. i've always wanted to be fucked in a dark room, then use me as a toilet. he laughs, i can feel his breath on my face, smell his sweat warm and musky, feel his thick fingers spread out over my ass. "i love boys like you, filthy fucking freaks who seek out older pervs to fill out their fantasies" i whine a little "you want all those people to see me fuck you, then see me piss in your stupid fucking mouth" all the blood in my body is in my dick in that second, i can only let out a weak but desperate nod. "then lets make it true". we're in the dark room together bodies all around us, the techno mixing with the sounds of ecstasy around us. he laughs when he pulls down my shorts and sees the glint of my plug. my own moans, whines, pants and whimpers join in with the thumbing beat. the drugs and endorphins coursing through my body creating levels of pleasure and intensity that make my mind numb. a sting on my ass brings me back to reality, "remember fag your here for my pleasure focus on me" the pounding rhythm from behind intensifies mixing with the music becoming one. i feel the climax approaching and releasing, then cold metal my plug back mixing with the cum slowly leaking out. with a firm slap to my ass my shorts are pulled up, i move into a seating position. he turns his back to me, the straps of his jock perfectly framing his cheeks, "go on, show all these people what kind of dirty fucking boy you are". he spreads he cheeks and i lean straight in, this is my purpose to worship bigger stronger men. its what pathetic fag boys are made for. we dance and drink more, he rubs the back of my shorts spreading the mess making it more obvious what i had allowed to be done to me. "i need to piss" the toilets are busy when we get there, he simply points to the spot next to urinal and i obediently get on my knees, looking up with the man who is my god for the night. he simply spits in my mouth as he pulls his cumstained dick out, i swallow the stream ignoring the splashes on my face. i can feel the people watching, hear them laugh, even a few ask if the could get a turn. he simply laughs "i think ill get a bit more use out of him first, he not broken. yet"

[wordsmithwhumpsandfluff]

Isaac gets the stomach flu + fluffy Oliver

As promised by the results of the poll, here is your order of sickie Isaac and caretaker Oliver, with a side of fluff and tummy rubs!❤️😘

Dude, these two are freaking everything to me.

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When Oliver got a text from Isaac asking him to come over to hang out, Oliver was expecting they’d play video games or watch tv together with some pizza.

What he did not expect was for no one to answer the door when he knocked. He knocked again, and still got no answer.

Confused, he called Isaac, but he just got his best friend’s voicemail.

“Isaac,” Oliver called through the door, knocking again. “Isaac, are you—” he put his hand on the knob and turned it easily. Isaac must’ve left it unlocked for me, he thought. Weird.

Oliver opened the door and walked inside, shutting it with his heel. “Isaac, you here?” As he walked further into the apartment, it seemed like no one was home. What the hell?

Finally, Oliver went over toward Isaac’s bedroom. “Isaac, are you here?” he asked, opening the door. The room was dark and the bed was unmade, and there was a bucket beside Isaac’s bed. The air smelled funny and stale.

“What the—?”

A retch made Oliver’s attention snap to Isaac’s bathroom which had light coming from its slightly ajar door. “Isaac?” Oliver called, walking over and knocking lightly on the door frame. “You okay?”

The sound of a pained whine followed by another retch made Oliver open the door without an invitation. The sight before him took him by surprise.

Isaac was a mess. His hair was matted to his forehead with sweat, his skin was pale and blotchy, and he was gagging mercilessly over the toilet.

For a second, Oliver was shocked and still. Then he quickly hurried forward and crouched beside Isaac, one hand setting on the blonde’s back and the other cupping his forehead. He was burning up.

Isaac didn’t even react to the sudden touch. He retched again, his whole body trembling and he managed to bring up a pathetic stream of puke.

“You’re okay, you’re okay,” Oliver said softly, rubbing Isaac’s back. “Shit, did you get the flu?” It wouldn’t be surprising, Oliver thought. The flu’s been getting everyone. “Maybe you could’ve mentioned that in your text?”

Isaac barely jerked his head in a nod before he began to gag violently, trying and failing to puke since it appeared that everything in his stomach was now in his toilet.

“You’re empty, Isaac, just breathe.”

But the blonde shook his head. “No,” he whined in an almost tearful voice. “No, it hurts. It still hurts so bad.”

Oliver frowned. The hand he had on Isaac’s forehead moved up, brushing the blonde’s sweaty bangs away from his face. Isaac let out a little whine and cute sniffle, leaning into the touch. Oliver cursed at himself, mentally screaming ‘now is not the time!’ when he felt his cheeks become warm.

“Let’s get you in bed,” Oliver said softly, but Isaac shook his head.

“N-no,” he said, blinking slowly and dizzily. “Can’t. . . don’wanna. . .g’sssick in my be-bed.” His words were slurred, mumbled and slow—no doubt due to the fever that was cooking his brain.

But he couldn’t let Isaac just freeze to death on his bathroom floor.

“Isaac, please, you’ll feel better when you’re lying d—”

“No,” Isaac said, his voice a little steadier. “I’sssaid. . . I got sick in my. . . oh fuck.” He heaved again, gagging into the toilet before another stream of puke shot from his mouth.

Realizing, Oliver quickly left the bathroom and turned on the lights in the bedroom. He could now see that staining the bed’s pillow and sheets was a large mess of brown and yellow puke, along with a bit of pink which Oliver assumed was Pepto because of the bottle of it on Isaac’s bedside table.

Oliver went back to the bathroom. Isaac was now panting with his back against the wall and his arms wrapped tightly around his gut. He looked up at Oliver with glassy eyes. “M’sorry about this,” he mumbled.

Oliver raised his brows, leaning his hip casually against the sink. “So, you kinda forgot to mention this little detail in your text.” It was an accusation, but there was no heat in it at all.

Isaac smiled sheepishly and nauseously. “Sorry,” he apologized again, but Oliver waved off the apology, walking over to his best friend and crouching down.

“It’s fine.” Oliver grabbed a hand towel from a drawer and ran it under cold water. He wrung out the excess water before going over to Isaac, crouching down and wiping sweat off the blonde’s forehead and neck. “Maybe you should take a cold shower while I change your sheets. Your fever is really high, and you really should be in bed.”

Isaac cringed. “You don’t have to change the—”

“It’s fine. Puke doesn’t gross me out.” He then realized how shaky Isaac was. “Would a bath be better?”

Isaac thought for a second before nodding.

Oliver smiled softly. “Okay. Here, lean your head forward a bit.”

The blonde did so and Oliver draped the cold wet towel over his overheated nape. Then he stood and walked to Isaac’s bathtub, filling it with water that was just a little chilly but not too cold.

He then helped his friend peel off his pajamas that he had sweat through, leaving his best friend in only his boxers since he didn’t think he’d be able to remove those without becoming redder than a tomato.

It was a struggle to get Isaac on his feet and into the tub because he was off balance and shaky, but also because the blonde was at least half-a-foot taller than Oliver and it was hard for the smaller guy to maneuver him.

As soon as he was in the bath, Isaac let out a pained hiss. “So cold,” he wined, eyes squeezed shut.

Oliver smiled sympathetically. “I know, but it’ll help. Just relax for a bit while I clean up.”

And with that, Oliver went back to the bedroom, gathering the soiled sheets and taking them to Isaac’s laundry room.

This was definitely not the day Oliver was expecting. Rarely ever did he get a break from his schoolwork, but when he did, he enjoyed spending time with his friends. Especially his best friend. Though cleaning his best friend’s vomit-stained sheets wasn’t what he’d expected. Still, he didn’t complain.

Once the washing machine was going, he grabbed some spare sheets and pillows from a closet and remade the bed so it was ready for Isaac to lie down in.

He turned down the AC, made some ginger tea, and lit a citrus-scented candle he found on Isaac’s desk to help get rid of the stale stench of puke. Then he grabbed some fresh pajamas from Isaac’s dresser and went back to the bathroom.

The blonde was asleep and snoring in the tub, and Oliver couldn’t help but smile. Cute, he thought. He crouched down and shook the blonde’s shoulder. “Isaac,” he said softly. “C’mon, let’s get you in bed.”

The blonde groaned, but blinked his eyes open. Because he was half-asleep and still shaky—though at least a little bit less shaky—it took about ten minutes just to get Isaac dried and dressed, and Oliver was thankful that Isaac managed to get the fresh boxers on without needing any help.

Then he helped Isaac to the bedroom, and the blonde immediately collapsed onto the bed, stretching comfortably. “God, this feels good,” he groaned sleepily, burying his face in his pillow.

Oliver smiled as he properly covered the blonde with his sheets. He also placed the bucket beside the bed so it was easier for Isaac to reach it. Then, because he couldn’t resist it, he brushed hair away from Isaac’s face, letting his fingers linger on the curve of his cheek for just a. . .

He pulled his hand away and shoved it in his pocket. “Hey, I made some tea,” he whispered. “It might help with your stomach.”

The blonde shook his head, hiding his face deeper in his pillow. “Can’t stomach it.” Then he tried to pull the blanket over his head. “Turn the lights off.”

Oliver did just that. And then he had no idea what to do. He lingered by the door, shifting on his feet. His best friend was probably already asleep again. What else could he do?

Oliver walked over to Isaac’s desk and sat at the chair. He pulled out his phone and continued working on an article he was writing for the university’s newspaper.

He had no idea how long he was there, transitioning from working on his article to playing Subway Surfers on mute and transitioning back again. Not crazy long, definitely, but when he heard Isaac stir awake, he saw it was about four in the afternoon.

“Ow, fuck,” he heard Isaac groan before the words were followed by a gag. Oliver quickly set down his phone and ran over to Isaac, managing to grab the bucket and lean the blonde over the edge of the bed enough to catch a stream of vomit.

The blonde coughed, spitting into the bucket before collapsing back against his pillow and panting. Oliver set down the bucket and even though it was dark in the room he could tell that Isaac was watching him.

“You’re still here?” he rasped, his voice almost shot from puking. “Why?”

Oliver frowned. “I just— I thought I’d stay in case you needed— Sorry, did you not want me to stay?”

Isaac frowned. “No, I just. . . I just thought you would’ve left.” Isaac looked guilty. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I was sick. You’re probably bugged with me for ruining your day off.”

Oliver sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, lightly running his fingers through Isaac’s soft hair. “I’m not upset with you, so you don’t have to apologize. I just wanna help.” He gently scratched the blonde’s scalp in a way that Isaac couldn’t help but think felt heavenly. He let his eyes drift shut.

“You think you could stomach some meds?” Oliver asked. Isaac shook his head.

“What about tea? I could probably re-heat it and—”

“Can you rub my stomach?”

Oliver froze and his eyes widened at the random request. The blonde didn’t say anything else, not even opening his eyes. Oliver wondered if his best friend was even aware that he’d asked that.

But still, because he didn’t really have a reason to say no, he went around to the other side of the bed and crawled in, getting under the sheets and hugging Isaac from behind.

The blonde let out a content sigh when Oliver started to rub gentle circles on his stomach.

Beneath his hand, Oliver could feel how unhappy his best friend’s gut was. “That can’t feel good at all,” he whispered, and Isaac hummed in agreement.

After a while, Isaac mumbled hold on and Oliver froze. “Do you feel sick?” he asked. “Are you gonna—”

Isaac grabbed his hand and moved it so it was under his shirt, and Oliver felt every braincell he had fizzle out when his hand met the Isaac’s bare stomach. His belly was slightly bloated, but Oliver could feel the outline of Isaac’s abs he’d obtained as a basketball jock in high school.

Oliver didn’t move and Isaac turned his head a bit, trying to look at him over his shoulder. “You okay?”

Instantly, Oliver came back to reality and nodded. “Y-yeah. God, you’re the one who’s sick. I should ask you that.”

Isaac just smiled a little before relaxing again and closing his eyes.

Oliver rubbed Isaac’s upset gut in slow circles, scratching lightly with his nails and massaging around his bellybutton. Before long he could hear the blonde snoring once again.

Oliver didn’t stop rubbing his best friend’s stomach. He was glad Isaac was asleep and that it was dark because he knew he was probably insanely red right now.

His own eyes started to feel heavy. The combination of being in a dark room, laying in a cozy bed, and cuddling his best friend made him suddenly sleepy.

He cuddled closer to his best friend, still rubbing Isaac’s stomach as he let his own eyes start to close.

This boy, he thought as he drifted off, is everything to me.

[littlepetbee]

i've had the house to myself this weekend so i decided to marathon a bunch of movies that have been on my watchlist for aaages. here they are ranked bc i love making lists lmao:

Game Night: this one was far and away my favorite...it's a fun, clever mystery that's also funny as shit. rachel mcadams is the queen of comedy and also waving a loaded gun around like a crazy person. fuckin 10/10, you guys

I Love You Phillip Morris: listen. i avoid jim carrey like the plague - it's nothing personal, his face just irritates the shit out of me. but i'm SO glad i gave this one a try anyway...it was so cute and touching and gay little ewan mcgregor with his gay little earring is genuinely the softest, sweetest thing to ever exist. it makes complete sense that someone would become a conman for him lmao. 10/10

Bullet Train: thee action comedy lbr!! shoutout to @seeinhindsight for reccing this one to me. it was so well done...with all the winding storylines and running gags it easily could have been a tonal mess, but i feel like they knocked it outta the park. also the steady stream of "oh shit this guy's in it too???" was fun as hell. 9/10 just bc some parts made me sad and my movie ratings are based solely on how they Make Me Feel, not any objectivity lol

Attack The Block: my brain the whole time: YEAH BOY(EGA)!!!! an alien invasion movie with a Message and pre-star wars john boyega?? that was always gonna be a slam dunk for me. though i do gotta say watching british movies as an american is always jarring as hell bc there's no guns. it feels like the weirdest kind of unreality. anyways 8/10

This Is Where I Leave You: slowing things down and getting way more Serious here but i was surprised by how much i liked this one (though maybe i shouldn't have been, since dysfunctional families/siblings are kinda my bread and butter lmao). the surprise lesbianism-slash-lowkey-polyamory definitely elevated it, too! 7/10

Shattered Glass: 100% the movie you gotta show people when they try to say hayden christensen sucks at his job bc uhhh he ate that shit up. not to be #me about it, but if that dude can be that fucking cute the whole time and still make me wanna throttle him within an inch of his life, you know he was doing something right. 6/10

As Above, So Below: i was bummed at first when i realized it was one of those found footage horror dealios, but i actually ended up really liking it. and honestly for the setting, i think found footage really was the only way to go. the concept was super interesting and the horror aspects were sufficiently creepy without being enough to give me nightmares, which is about all my babyass can handle. 6/10

Everybody Wants Some!!: yeah the hoechlin 80's movie lol. it was fun! the characters were likable for the most part! the vibes were good! but B's cannot live on vibes alone (that's a bible verse, i'm p sure) so i was left wondering what the Point was. i am not the target audience for hangout movies, i'll tell you that lmao. 3.5/10

so that's the list!!! all in all a very great way to spend a weekend <3

[missmako-chan]

Backseating AU!

Here are a few doodles for an AU where the 3 Genius Gamers of Ex-Aid have a Twitch chat in their head, specifically a chat from our universe where they're fictional! More info under the cut:

Emu doesn't have the best grasp on their chat and sometimes reads their messages out loud on accident.

Hiiro: To your existence, I say no thank you.

Emu: "yeah well screw you too mr. repressed gay cake surgeon"

Hiiro:

Emu: … "hey i think we messed up guys"

Donating to the gamers gives them actual money in their bank accounts, and also can influence their brains a bit (hence Emu jumping off the cliff) Nightbot commands also work in the same way

Parad is the only one who can watch the others' streams and donate. Usually out of Kuroto's bank account

Kuroto: WHO KEEPS TAKING MONEY FROM MY BANK ACCOUNT!?

Parad: Chat don't tell him

Emu and Parad being extremely plot relevant means that messages directly alluding to the future are typically deleted by whatever entity is modding their chats, so they have to find ways to work around it (i.e. calling Parad's death scene a "Kingdom Hearts moment")

… Nico doesn't have this limitation on her chat. She gets bombarded with way too much information before her debut rolls around

Nico: Okay, so let me get this straight

"lmao straight"

Nico: Shush. So I meet this guy named Taiga around Christmas, which you all are calling my dad/brother for some reason, and during that same time a dude who's also a bike is gonna die?

"Yeah and it suuuuuucks" "RIP bike boy"

Nico: And also M is two people and the one who beat me all those years ago was a virus?

"Yup" "Parad :)"

Nico: … what do you expect me to do with this information.

"wait yeah she has a point" "Right, you're not a rider, damn it" "… not *yet*."

Nico becomes a Kamen Rider. Somehow. I have not thought that far yet.

All of chat wants to kill Kuroto with hammers

Emu: Why do you guys hate the CEO of Genm Corp. so much?

"WELL, *pulls out 50 slide powerpoint*" "oh honey you don't even know" "We are Legally not allowed to tell you" "shh, don't worry, just let us kill him"

[fatelcved]

drinking more coffee to wake up my brain and hitting y'all with some lil nari fun facts <3

her mother is actually a third generation korean american who moved to south korea to reconnect with the culture; there she met nari's father who was the heir to a big skincare company. dude is now estranged from his family and works in sales for a competing company bc he's petty like that asdfg

that being said, nari is only familiar with her mother's side of the family, though apparently there's been talk of reaching out to her father's parents to see if their relationship with her dad can be mended

nari mains as support and high damage characters whenever she plays games like overwatch and occasionally streams matches on twitch ( but very occasionally bc she's busy busy uvu )

back in high school, people called her the snack fairy bc she's always got snacks on her :' ) her bag is heavy bc she's got a convenience store in there man

speaking of school, nari was a decent student but struggled bc she joined rbv at 16 and tended to prioritize honing her musical and dancing skills. she got very little sleep and nearly failed her math and science classes

will tease and badly flirt with you to get some laughs but will become a red, babbling mess the minute you return her teasing <3

[phantom-does-a-thing]

will. bestie. i have a question thats been in my head for days but i keep forgetting to ask.

whats the flesh dimension and how bad should i be to get sent there. please. i wanna go to the flesh dimension

ok so I feel like the flesh dimension bit has way more context than it actually should. And that context went on in like a million paragraphs so I'm gonna put it under a cut bc it got so incredibly long. There is a lot of backstory behind the flesh dimension part and what's funny is there could be about 2 or 3 contexts behind this that I could explain. I always seem to come back to different flesh dimensions, but bc ik ur referring to what my discord status has been I will explain why it is that

Basically the other day my partner was streaming for me a new game that they had bought for 7 dollars bc they had seen some screenshots of the game and thought it was interesting. Song of Saya. It's an insanely weird and slightly disturbing Japanese (I believe it is from Japan iirc) visual novel that if it tells you anything I think RIGHT off the bat it gave you the option to turn the gore graphics off or adjust how bad you want the gore. And because I am evil evil evil, I told my partner not to turn the gore off at all.

Anyway. This Game. is So gory. It's awful, it's like so gross and I wish I got to see it in all it's glory but I was stuck seeing it through the few pixels that a discord stream allows me to see. Anyway the basic plot of the game that I understood (bc my partner only played like two hours of it for me before I had to go) is that this dude got into an accident and received an experimental brain surgery or some sort of neurological surgery/treatment. This guy is also a medical student, I hate the main protagonist tbh and Saya who is NOT the main protaganist but she is also there and I also hate her. The plot of this game is insane.

Anyway, the surgery messed up this dudes brain so horribly that now he is stuck in a nightmare flesh hellscape, what me and my partner have dubbed the "flesh dimension" So every person that this dude talks to all his previous friends and anyone he knows is transformed into these disgusting fleshy blobs of gore and viscera as well as everything is literally COVERED in gore and organs and flesh and by covered I mean things have now become gore. It affects all of his senses so smell, taste, hearing, sight, touch, he is essentially in every single way but literal (even though it is real to him) he is in a flesh dimension. And obviously because hes in a flesh dimension he starts to become a real prick bc all his friends just see him from the outside perspective and he is rapidly fighting every urge to like freak out and just explode.

So yeah, he became a prick bc of the flesh dimension or whatever and so yeah, he's a naughty boy that gets put in the flesh dimension. He also like VIOLENTLY rejected his friends love confession and just like threw in her face how much he hated her how much her voice and appearance made him sick (bc flesh world stuff) and how he couldn't stand being by any of them. Which yeah.

Saya is also the only "human" being that he can see. so she just looks like a normal person to him and he met her in the hospital when he was recovering and she now lives with him and eats people but he doesn't know that. He also can eat people and they actually taste GOOD for once bc everything else in the flesh world tastes disgusting. Me and my partner assume that she is actually the flesh monster that looks normal to him bc he's in the flesh world.

it's a super interesting game and a super interesting plot and like. I would put screenshots but like THATS how gross and gory it is at least from what I could see from my bad quality discord stream that I was lovingly subjected to. It's also a really weird game style bc its like not really a game you're just watching the entire thing, it's just a visual novel there's no choices or decisions you're just playing through the story, you have no affect on it. So it's a really weird game system that I feel like I've never seen before, but yeah, it's super interesting and I really like it. No idea where my partner got it from tho so idk where to play it.

me and my partner are matching statuses btw

Some notable quotes that really solidify the watching experience: "you have to go to a taylor swift concert in the flesh dimension" "Maybe the flesh dimension is a trans allegory" "his pathetic flesh world swag has bewitched her in body and soul" "dont cry it just makes you uglier" (I cant remember if I was quoting the game but I did say this and scared my partner bc they thought I meant that towards them) "Secret nurse? shes like twelve and also a flesh monster" So to answer your question: you have to get experimental nerurosurgery and or just be a general massive prick to your friends to get sent to the flesh dimension. Or hmu for more options to get sent to the Flesh World dw about the cost

[pankomako]

dude my computer messed up again and the last thing i heard on boat's stream before it froze was him saying "really? REALLY. HOLD ON" and i was like yeah. my thought process exactly. couldnt have thought it better myself. amazing how i have those same-brain moments even in a completely different context

[luiglenn]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/M

Fandoms: Invincible (Cartoon 2021)Invincible (Image Comics)

Relationship: Telia/Allen

Characters: Telia (Invincible); Allen (Invincible); Viltrumites.

Additional Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending; AngstHappy Ending; Drama; Behind the Scenes; Punching the government workers

Language: English

Summary:

What an irony. Here you're waiting for him, having fun, buying him silly baubles he would always be excited to get and share his; he got for you. And the next second, three powerful assholes turn him into a bloody mess. Hard to imagine, right? And I thought so too.

Notes:

The plot happens after Season 2 Episode 3 of the show, but I mix in some comic details, that are not spoilers

I also made up some names, here's the explanation:

1. Sinioct

Sini - blue

Oct - octopus

2. Mozgotup (the thing Telia was eating in this episode in the cafe)

Mozgo - brains

Tup - dumb

3. Maril is made up name for the Unopan dude in the Coalition my characters used to hate lol

While you're gone

I couldn't even believe this day would come one day. I couldn't even believe I would lose him. That's not true; that's just a joke, the worst joke ever told. But now I'm on the brink of losing the only person who I loved so much it turned into my only existence. 

What an irony. Here you're waiting for him, having fun, buying him silly baubles he would always be excited to get and share his; he got for you. And the next second, three powerful assholes turn him into a bloody mess. Hard to imagine, right? And I thought so too. 

This thought is so hard to accept it squeezes your throat, and you hope you would die too. The ground under your feet is no longer so tough and hard; your legs are no more able to hold your body up straight; your heart beats slower, and eyes refuse to read the doctor's verdict. It can't be true! It just can't be true! He can't die like that, alone in the space right in front of her, when he wasn't even able to defend himself! No! 

Universe, please, tell me you're just joking. I'm sleeping; nothing of it is real, just a fantasy of a sadistic movie director who decided to make their audience cry. Why does it have to be me to live through all of that?! Why give me Allen? Why did you make me fall in love with him? Why did you make him my everything?! Just to take him away like a plush toy from a grown-up child?! That's not fair! 

I don't even know how my body just didn't stop working, didn't fall limp on the ground before I got back home from the hospital, but once my feet stepped over the threshold, the pain that washed over me is compatible with being burnt alive when the other person is ripping your heart out. Tears were streaming down my cheeks, staining my uniform. They were so hot I thought someone poured the gasoline on me and lit up a match. Maybe I did that; who knows? So this is how a broken heart feels? Like your limbs are being ripped out of you, your veins are pulled out one by one, parts of your body are torn into pieces, and all you can do is breathe, praying this to end. 

Nothing matters anymore; nothing could be even close to comparing it to Allen. His smile, his laugh, his pure love, and his awareness and caution I found entirely unfounded. Of how stupid I was thinking I could live on my own, that I didn't need anyone, how independent I was. All before I met him. Allen. So jerky and irritating it was making my teeth creak, a complete douchebag. All he was doing was wrong. So strong, so confident, so oblivious to futile people's lives, the weakness he won't ever experience. And he was never scared for his life, while everyone else thought about how to live one more day. Everything in him made my blood boil. 

All until I realised I just wanted to be like him. He knew he was worth a lot; he knew he was adored and loved; he knew he was great. And I refused to even let a thought of being worthy enter my mind. There was no way I would accept any help without trying by myself, failing, trying again, failing, trying again, and succeeding, ending up with bloody knuckles and burning fury in my bones. There was no way I would allow them to think about me as something less than myself, than Telia, Officer Telia of the Coalition of Planets. The soldier who fought for this title, for her name to be known and remembered no matter how by fear, hatred, annoyance, or punches in the face. But he remembered it by amusement. Pure amusement and support just because of who I am. Telia of Sinioct. The soldier who is great enough to have the General title, not because of rage and blind hatred to the existence, but wisdom and weakness I could show to become even stronger.

And Allen is not a buffy idiot who never experienced the loss, but the sensitive soldier who lost too much. He knows death; he saw it too many times to ever forget and allowed his strength to make him blind. I have two eyes, but it is me who was blind by my own fears and insecurities. And it was painful to accept, but he was there. Always by my side, no matter how hard the times were getting on me. 

It seems I never looked up at the sky without knowing him. I never realised how beautiful the sky is. It seems so empty and soulless from a small glance, but so full and living when you actually look at it. Without Allen, I would never realise the true freedom of falling from the high, of the wind going right through your core, making you fly. So dangerous and deadly, but once you learn how to keep your balance, you enter a whole new world. And he has lived there all the time, his whole life.

"Have you been there?" I asked him, while we were lying on the grass one day, stargazing at the night sky so bright I could count the stars.

"Where?" He asked with a mesmerising smile. The smile of true amusement and love. 

"Next to the stars? You probably saw them all, right?" That's a silly question to ask, but I couldn't stop thinking about it. He turned his head to me, and his big eye brightened in an instant. With a scoff of swallowed-down laughter, he answered, making me blush from the stupidity of my question. But he was deadly serious. 

"Naah, it's too much even for me. Too hot and too bright. I don't want to come blind, you know?" He smirked and looked at me with his eye full of love and adoration. "I still have you to look at all the time." 

He kissed me right after, without being afraid of being caught. I wish he could kiss me endlessly, and I could kiss him back. Punch all those stupid heads who ever dared to forbid him to love me, take him to another planet, and kiss him till he suffocates to death. Unfortunately, that's a dream that could never happen.

Now he lies in a cryogenic capsule, silently fighting for his life, and I can't even visit him! I'm not his wife; I can't even call myself his girlfriend; I can't even say I love him! Without him, the sky turned into a meaningless cover that glows idiotically bright! It's lifeless, bland, consuming! Without him out there, it doesn't make sense! Without him, there's no reason to even raise my head! All this sky has are enemies that could come any moment and take someone's life like it means nothing! And it means nothing to them, but everything to me.

They took away my sky, my clouds, my comets, my reason to love the cosmos.

They will pay one day. One way or another. That can't be true; that's the end. Allen never believed they're unbeatable. And I shouldn't believe in this too.

I feel like shit. My body hurts from bed rotting and endless crying. And I can't even stop this. I stood up and finally ripped myself from the messy bed. Surprisingly I felt the strangely nice smell from the kitchen, but instead of happiness, I reflectively grabbed the gun from under my pillow and aimed it in the kitchen direction.

"Who's there?!" I yelled, yanking the curtain away. All the soreness left my body, leaving only concentration and beast eyesight ready to shit anyone who dares to take a step out. I heard the chirping, and realisation finally reached my mind. Vorg! Oh gosh, that's just Vorg... 

"Oh, come here, my boy... You scared the shit out of me, you know?" I finally sighed, lowered the gun, and took the chirping cat into my arms, rubbing his fluffy fur. Oh, Allen is so in love with this cat... He just came back home and had to leave so soon. "It's going to be okay, baby; he will come back… I know he will... He always does."

With purring Vorg in my hands, I reached the kitchen and found out the still warm bag of mozgotups from the restaurant I love to visit after work... Allen hates these things (and he still loves kanzlocks, why does he love them so much? These are just larvae), but he just doesn't understand the flavour of the freshly smashed mozgotup! I looked around and found the wide-open balcony door Allen used to come through, so I never locked it up. But Allen is in a coma, so it was probably my friends who came to check on me only to find me half naked on a fully wet pillow from the tears. I have to thank them after... 

"Oh, look at this, they've written something for me!" I told Vorg, who was trying to open the foil wrap of the meal, but was too unsure if the noisy foil is safe to touch. I unfolded the paper and immediately recognised the medical, crunky handwriting Millie has. The coalition scientist specialises on Viltrumites. 

"Hey, Telia, hope you'll feel better soon. We are all sorry for the incident and hope with all our hearts Allen is going to get better. He's strong; he can make it.

Unfortunately, I don't have access to his whole medical history, but I can tell you for sure he's stable. That's a miracle, but only Allen could survive this attack. He's Unopan, after all; they'll probably outlive even the nuke explosion. 

I and Salva bought the mozgotup for you; trust me, it was fighting, but I hope its brains are tasty enough to raise your mood at least for a little time. We are here for you. Always. 

P.S., please, can you open the door next time? The security dude almost called the guards on us while we were climbing up the fire ladder. Love you!"

Hah... I was so busy crying my eyes out I didn't even hear the door or even their footsteps. 

Days were passing by, but the heart aches even more. I never felt alone while Allen was out on his mission of challenging the champions. I never felt abandoned, no, no. Even when I was falling asleep alone in our huge bed, I never felt sad. I always knew he was somewhere there watching the same stars I do, though the thought I did. He is far away, but so close at the same time. But now he's there, on Talescria; I even know the ward number. And I feel like I'm the only alive person in the nearest three galaxies. So this is what books say? When you feel alone, crowded by other people. 

And I can't even visit him... Legally I'm no one to him. A friend. A good one, sure, but... I don't have a right to visit him. Hah, like a Sinioct could ever date an Unopan! Especially this Unopan! But now I'm tired of playing this game. I'm tired of being nobody. I'm tired of lying that I'm just his friend, that I'm not the person he shares his feelings with. Not the person he loves. Yes, loves. 

A whole month passed by, and all the contact I had was peeking through the tiny ventilation cover while sitting on an iron staircase that only workers use during their smoke breaks. And all the thing I could see was his covered forehead in a dark room with only a small light from the coma capsule. I can't even tell him he's not alone in there... He's probably so scared. What was the last thing he saw? Me? Crying? Screaming for these monsters to stop? Or maybe his murderers, who didn't even see him as a sentient being. Just an ant who doesn't deserve to breathe, to live, to love. Probably none of them knows what love is.

But with every day, I had less and less tears left. And with them, the rage started to boil inside me. All this time I was playing a role so he could stay a good Unopan, who follows these stupid breed rules. At the base I am General Telia of Sinioct; he is Officer Allen of Unopa. And only behind the closed doors I am Telia, his lover. And he's my love. My everything. And what for?! To just let him die alone?! In an idiotic capsule?! Why follow the rules if they keep you as a solely soldier? He's not just a soldier! He's not a simple pawn of the Coalition! He's not a property of Unopa! He's Allen! My Allen! The greatest alien I've ever met and the person who I will follow to the end of the Universe! 

"Uhm, General? Is everything okay?" - My officer asked carefully, and only then did I see a cracked empty glass in my hand. 

"Ah, sure. Just... just mad we lost Ula. That's all." - I smiled kindly, putting the glass away and stretching the stiff fingers. The officer smiled back and returned to their report. After all their work, they keep losing planet after planet, like the Coalition is just a group of fools. 

The tension didn't leave me at home either. I poured Vorg the cat food and sighed. At least I stopped crying. Allen never liked seeing me cry from grief... Hah, this silly always thought it was his fault. What a dummy. He is everything but the reason for my tears. And now I want to give the God anything to see his worry again, to let him hug me again. Kiss him again. But all I can do is wait. Every day, every second of this waiting is a torture.

A doorbell tore me out of the thoughts. Maybe that's my friends? I stood up and tied my hair in a messy ponytail and fixed the giant Allen's T-shirt (I swear, this man hates buying any other clothes instead of classic shit Coalition gives him) and opened the door, expecting my beloved ones to come visit me. Instead, I saw three Unopan workers in their tasteless red robes. 

"General Telia! Good morning, ma'am, we're so sorry to disturb you with our inspection, but we got a report from the nursery that you tried to visit our Evaluation Officer Allen, and we wanted to check if you two are... You know, are the friends you are talking about, hah..." The worker explained the situation with a nervous laugh while I was checking the nonexistent watches on my wrist, leaning over the doorframe. It wasn't the first time they're doing this (somehow always when Allen is out of reach), and I played this game, pretending he doesn't live here and the king-size bed I have is just because I'm the queen. But this time I'm not going to endure their presence.

"You have... fifteen seconds to get out of my property. Starting now," I answered calmly, giving them a chance to retreat. All of their three eyes dropped in confusion. Why? I always let them in. 

"U-uhm? Sorry? Ma'am, we have to check your place; we have an order from Delegate Maril." One of them reached for his bag, but the fifteen seconds ticked off. I breathed in and raised my hand before punching him right in the face. Oh, that's so AWESOME! He growled as he fell on the floor, covering his eye with his hands. Two others of them raised their tini-tiny guns, but their hands were shaking. And I was not going to stop. 

With a swift, fluid motion, I grabbed the second Unopan by his chest and pinned him against the wall, taking his taser gun and pointing it at their third fellow. 

"You come to my home. While my Allen is fighting for his life. And you have the AUDACITY to sneak in trying to find if he has a lover?! How dare you!!"

I slammed him against the wall and let his clothes, letting him slide down on the floor. "And let me tell you, monks, I date him, I love him, and he loves me! And we have sex every time he comes back to Talescria. And you don't want to see what I am doing to him in bed. And if I see you next time at my door, you will, oh, I promise you, you will beg me to let you go and jump through the window. Do you get it?!"

I growled to the poor Unopan with tears streaming from his punched eye. I was full of rage, and nobody could calm me down, none of these freaks who think they can control our lives. Allen spent his whole life following their saint law, and what did he get?! The damn inspections are like he's some sort of a breed object! But I'm not an Unopan to pray for them.

"I'm sorry you didn't find any proof Allen lives here. Now. Get. Out."

I growled and tossed the piston in safety at their worker, who tried to catch it with his small, thin palms. The one I punched already had a swollen eye, but he quickly nodded, grabbed his bag, and all three of them left my apartment, crawling back where they came from. 

No more playing games. No more following the rules. No more pretending. I am Telia of Sinioct, Allen's girlfriend. And Allen of Unopa is my boyfriend. Nothing less. I am his friend and his lover. Always and forever. 

This night was a bliss. Finally, I slept through without having a nightmare from the fight day. With burning knuckles but a cheerful heart. Finally I can wake up and breathe in without pain in my chest. Allen is going to come back. One day he will. He is not gone. And I have to stop feeling so helpless and blind, without any hope for the better. No Viltrumite could stop me from believing for the better. 

But someone can clearly spit in my happy day. The Delegate Maril. Oh, now I can see why Allen never liked this guy. He brings only bad news. Slick, like a weasel. 

"General Telia, so good to see you," he smiled, holding some swirled paper in his skinny, a little old hands. 

"I'm not sorry." I said bluntly. Of course he knows about yesterday's incident. I bet these three cried their eyes out what a bitch I am. But Maril just laughed and brushed my words off. 

"Haha, yeah... Let's say I never heard or saw anything. We don't want to make enemies, right? Actually, I wanted to give you something... As an apology for my workers' impudence."

Maril handed me a paper and quickly walked away, leaving me with my reaction alone. Visiting Permission. I read the title over and over again. Visiting Permission. This permission approves The Telia of Sinioct; the General of the Coalition of Planets is allowed to visit the patient Allen of Unopa. Signed by Maril himself. 

That's the only good act this man ever did, but I am happy he did at least something! Without any second thought, I rushed straight to Allen's ward, skipping all the guards. I am their superior! They can't do anything! 

Second floor, third floor, fourth! I felt like I learnt how to fly! My legs carried me to his ward and could do it again with my eyes closed and hands tied behind my back! Allen! I could finally see my Allen! My beautiful Allen! 

I skipped the nurses who screamed at me, 'NO RUNNING IN THE HALLWAYS,' but I didn't care. Nothing in the world could stop me! Nothing! 

I slammed the permission into the guard's chest, sneaking right in and falling on my knees right on Allen's capsule. Now I can see his face close up again!

He changed a lot, but he heals. The patches are no more dry in blood but pure white. His breathing is so steady and stable it makes my heart throb as tears fall on the glass again. But now I am happy. And I'm going to be there for him. No matter how much time he needs to heal and come back. I can wait. I can always wait for him.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62743282

[benjineedssleep]

ahaha heyyyyyyyy

i’m gonna ask you Many Things bc i want to see the inside of your brain

24, 27, 40, 65?

after reading over 100k words of my writing i wonder how much deeper you can get LOL but whatever let's go let's go let's go!!! XD here's the og post btw -> Get to know your fic writer!

send more asks (/nf) i love these

24. Worst writing advice anyone ever gave you?

i have the memory of a snail and nothing has bothered me enough to remember (i take most concrit and stuff with a grain of salt) but i hate the pushing of show not tell. i just think it's detrimental to the growth of a new writer the way it's taught. no one ever goes into the nuances of it, they just go "your readers want detail! don't tell them your character is crying! show them the tears streaming down their face, their skin turning red, them hyperventilating! be descriptive!" and it's like no. sometimes you just need to say a character is crying. not everything needs to be overly described as i think it takes from the beauty of what is described, y'know? prose shouldn't all be poetry. you should have moments of poeticism because that is what'll stick with a reader, not the shade of green the grass was.

so basically my opinion on show and tell is: if it doesn't set the scene, if it doesn't matter to the story, tell it. that's very much oversimplified but i think you get the point.

27. What is your most and least favorite part of writing?

this is kinda loaded for me because it really depends on the day. generally speaking tho i loveeeee a good exposition/scene setting moment. this includes both description (like a room, clothing, etc.) and stories. in my long fic i have plenty of expository bits that can almost be entirely removed from the fic itself and still stand their ground. i've even posted some of them here (like this one about seb's birthday). overall i just fuck with description like crazy and could write an entire story with that and internal monologue and i wouldn't have much of a struggle. conversations are important and i've grown to love dialogue over the years, but i'll always be a description lover at heart.

as for my least favorite part? time and pacing. i already have a complex relationship time irl so this is like,,, even harder for me. and it sucks because i do a ton of research on things to make them accurate to the story timelines and even have notes about when things occur to help me keep track yet i still mess them up. i think time is one of 3 big reasons i haven't posted my long fic yet and won't until it's 100% done. i just don't catch things in the initial draft sometimes and also change around ideas as i get to know characters and storylines a bit better.

40. If someone were to make fan art of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

holy shit dude if anyone made anything based on my writing i would fucking explode??? already kinda did after this post knowing they got brainrot from me and my samalex fic-- generally speaking though, i think you can tell exactly what bits mean a lot to me in my stories. they're described in very particular, very vivid ways and tend to have a lot of movement.

i think if i have to give specific examples here though, one of them would be That ™️ scene with sam/seb on winter 10, the scene with welwick on winter 17, anything from the flower dance (y2), and something i haven't written but know very well, a scene from summer 20 (y2). none of this matters to anyone but you though because it's not out LOL

(but for future reference... winter is my favorite season of the entire fic and it spans from spring y1-fall y2. so like,,, anything from there would send me to the MOON)

65. Tell us what you're most looking forward to writing -- in your current project, or a future project.

i'm working on a couple of things right now so i'll answer accordingly.

in my long fic (baby seasons change, but people don't) i'm most looking forward to summer 20 (y2). it's sam's 21st birthday chapter and it's been rolling around my head for about six weeks now. it's just SO FUCKING FUN DUDE. top three bits of the fic for me and i haven't even written it yet XD

in my current short fic (late dawns, early sunsets -- a zombie apocalypse au fic) i'm most looking forward to a particular argument that happens at the end of chapter 4. the entire thing is whump so i'm not... super happy or excited per se, but the scene is very complex emotionally and i feel like i'm gonna make sam come to a few realizations in that moment. there's only 6 planned chapters so this is very much the turning point. him and seb are also very drunk so there's that added layer of complexity.

i have a few of ideas for future projects that aren't just sambastian. i fuck with that ship heavy but i also have some pretty layered ideas for another samalex kinda thing, a different samalex fic that i'm contemplating making a samsebalex thing, and to cope with whatever the fuck i did to sebalex in my long fic, i might conjure up something for them too. i also wanna write haley/abby into my fics a bit more because they don't get nearly enough time to shine and i love love love their dynamic. so maybe i write a short story for them to satisfy those brain worms. we'll see.

ANYWAYSSSSS

that's all i've got for you lc. i feel like i wasn't speaking to you directly for like 90% of the time but it's fine lmfao.

if anyone wants to ask me anymore questions i fuckin' love yapping so hit me with them. here's the list again :3

[sapphictigress]

Episode i forgot because its been a month

I was listening to teh cut animo & welles album while playing modded MC and my friend @cloudystrwbrry called me gay so i then decided to play some MCSM before i have to go to work

Im love you petra, i will willingly race you anytime

I love the DLC but surprisingly i think this episode is my least favorite?? idk maybe because its something infront of episode 7 which is my ABSOLUTE favorite episode of the DLC

also if thats episode 7 does that mean im playing episode 6? i didnt look at the number and yet i know the Redstone computer one is episode 7.....

I was accidentally nice to torquedawg u-u

"you've got.... a boyyss name......" farewell only youtuber i know not of

Okay but i do think it wouldve been fun if the Host was a Youtuber, wouldve made it very not obvious who the antagonist is because there is only ONE non youtuber a part of the cast

'MMm yes delicious im poisened now i huffed that arrow a little too good' thanks Ivor

The suspicious wink Jesse gives to sparkle pants like damn

When ever Petra speaks im just like Hello Ashley Johnson how are you doing today

also like, The host say the crew running via the window, how did they have time to make the portraits?????????????????????

I do feel bad for lucas this man just gets picked on for no reason

I love the dangangobnronpa portraits though lmao

If we stick together, the killer cant leave to kill somebody without it being obvious who to wittle down! just like- AMONG US (ive been watching Alpharad's mongy monday streams lately so i got the mogus on the brain)

These guys aint slick on private conversations *yelling* LIZZIE PSSSST LIZZIE

"Oh, was I" (upset about inventory poking) She said it so suspiciously like goddamn girl. The voice directing is actually so good for these lines she sounds so caught in her actions rn

WAIT IS THIS GAME WHERE I GOT CALLING SOMEONE PRICKLY FROM (subconsciously) BECAUSE I HAVE A RUDE COWORKER WHO GETS COMPLAINTS ALL THE TIME AND I may or may not have called them prickly to a customer..... this was like 2 months after knowing said coworker. Im much quieter about said opinions to customers now, mostly just apologize for it because nothing is ever going to change uwu (I do not want to work there anymore)

Im just over here gossiping with my friends about these strangers i met 5 minutes ago

Okay but 4 random strangers show up, your 'prickly' friend is dead and 3 of them gossip in a corner while one goes to each clique and asks questions?????? y'all just let this happen?????

Jesse: YO IT OPENS PORTALS!! i mean, just a lucky guess! Jesse you buffoon

Okay but Dan being bored and UBER CURIOUS about the button is hilarious tho

also gendered sentences are soooo stupid it just keeps your brain thinking about a mystery man but like,,, if you use they them for a person you know nothing about WOW your options get so much bigger! and also i feel like it kind of creates a twist where the cast is using he/him pronouns for a masked killer but BUM BUM the killer was a GIRL ALL ALONG!!! idk just seems cheep to me

also again letting Jesse / people from Jesse's crew mess with the crime scene??? like,, Let at least ONE person from the other group in there as a buffer! but i guess thats too logical for a story now isnt it

AND THEN IVOR AND PETRA NOT LETTING ANYONE IN LIKE GUYS IT MAKES Y'ALL LOOK SUSSY AS HELL

Also petra my beloved rushing into the room :333 (about 1 whole minute too late but you know she's doing her best)

Love how Cassie banked on someone having ADHD or just didnt plan to kill anyone yet

ACAB includes Jesse (Like DUDE you're making me mad >:|)

ACAB INCLUDES JESSE

Jesse youre being a bitch

PETRA IM JUST INTERROGATING THE MAN YOU DONT HAVE TO ROUGH HOUSE HIM WHADDA HELL

who let cassie out of their sight

who's working security in this bitch? cause Petra's hanging with me for the interrogation

(also how do i insure Lizzie stays alive? no offense to Dan im just a misandrist /s)

not me cheating and looking it up and realizing she might be doomed already... we'll see

okay but i do like the gag how every scene dan has a new hair color

I hate directional arrows... just dies because i was hitting up because it was forward but technically the arrow was pointing down, my brain cant function with stuff like that :((((

Ivor: I'll watch over lukas *Smacks his ass*

I love her your honor

I like i absolutely love all the small things about petra love knowing she whittles

-Work intermission-

-the next day- (I did in fact look that this is indeed Episode 6)

Cassie was just mining around the location of the portal after she found it and happened upon like 7 zombie spawners all next to eachother and was like Oh yeah.. Its all coming together >:)

Stampy: What are you doing down here?? Didnt we *Just* say we were going in to find cluess for the white pumpkin?? didnt we say that Petra?

Petra: That looks like a Lair door if i ever saw one That looks like a trap door if i ever saw one

"Its not your fault the spiders got him" OOPSIES I SENT HIMN THERE TO HIS DOOM ON POURPUS

okay but Cassie why do you have so many back up winslows??? not healthy!

Jesse i know youre a pig person but dont be rude

Okay yes actually it makes sense that Cassie isnt a youtuber cause she wasnt from this world but also like, think of the fun of a proper twist!

also damn Cassie got them screenshot abilities

"they're all about portals, thats pretty obsessive" YOU'D BE TOO IF YOU COULDNT FIND SHIT TO GET OUT TOO JESSE

OLD FISH TEXTURE MY BELOVED

I dont love you anymore Petra (/s They could Never make me hate you)

Get Danmganronpad Idiot, thats what you get for not liking cats >:(

Honestly surprised Lizzie did all this research that Cassie apparently couldnt do? like you'd think Cassie would've had her hands on those tomes

Girl you're not mentally well

She was doing ye olde pufferfish to calm her nerves

"its not your fault" Dans death was. oopsies!

Remember when endermites were just purple silverfish? i do now!

the smile makes it everything

Also the sand falling into the mite pit just means that Cassie can escape AND I ACTUALLY REMEMBER THE VERY END OF SEASON 2 WHERE I THINK IF YOU STAY IN TOWN SHE SENDS YOU OMINOUS MAIL LMAO

nvm the sand is gone now

A. Winslow doesnt deserve endermite damnation B. nobody is a master of a cat C. you dont deserve an animal companion if you call yourself a "Master"

MINECRAFT SALMON WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE???!

"Advent~ure~" Ivor you silly silly man

[cursedzucchini]

DC x DP prompt #7

Danny and Damian are twins and reveal gone bad mixed up together like a delicious smoothie crack.

Aight so Danny and Damian r twins, git separated at birth, Danny was adopted by fentons, he didn't know he was adopted, until his angry parents talked about it when they were vivisecting him.

So hurt Danny "i have like 3 brain cells on good days, and today's def a bad one" Fenton decides yeah I'm gonna be honest with my new brother.

So he (in phantom form) seeks out Damian (he doesn't really care Abt the rest in his search to sorta find some family to stabilize), who is coincidentally robin in that moment and is like "hello! I'm a half ghost! Please don't kill me :)"

Damian is obviously confused, but his father said he shouldn't stab people that much, and dude's been polite so far so. Yeah they start talking lmao.

And the thing is, that in Danny's relief that Damian is pretty chill about this (other than some weird questions about green glowy stuff) just kinda.... Forgets to tell him they're twins lmao.

So basically they get pretty close in the next few months and Danny even gets to meet the rest of the fam and it's all funny and sweet until Damian is like "Danny... I just want to tell you how much i appreciate you. You are like a brother to me" and Danny just... Stops.

"wait i didn't tell you we are twins??"

Best case scenario; batfam is there, the chaos is delicious, Bruce is burning the adoption papers and is instead calling Talia about any other children she could've hid from him, it's just overall a beautiful mess.

Worst case scenario; some rogue hears this and is like it's free real estate and does some stupid villain stunt. Idk i like the other version better, but this could have them live streaming it and announcing they're gonna do baby gender reveal. The batfam is obviously like holy shit robin isn't answering his comms and is this gonna actually be identify reveal??? But than the villain mentions something Abt twins and they're like ooh it's just some vivilizans, thank fuck, we should still hurry but wow so glad Damian doesn't have a twin haha. Idk i don't have many ideas w this

Anyway the fentons could show up again. For angst they could vivisect jazz too and than blame Danny, or just... Be there to haunt him lol.

This is so dumb holy fuck

[mirangel]

Dude dude dude throat training with kaeya- he’s relentless and only wants to make a mess out of you, make you his perfect little cock sleeve :((

kaeya nsfw drabble 1

cw: dubcon

written by a minor, dni if uncomfortable

kaeya tells you it’s just an exercise for you to make sex more enjoyable! he never really deceived you, since it did make sex much more enjoyable for him after all! you’re scared and hesitant but he tells you it’ll be just fine! nothing bad will happen! you’ll love it soooo much!!

he has you laying on the bed, your head dangling off the edge, tears fill your eyes as he enters your mouth, slowly reaching the back of your throat! it hurts so bad but kaeya tells you it’s okay!!! he has a hand gently wrapping on your throat, letting you feel how far he’s gotten! isn’t he so caring? but when he begins to thrust, more tears stream out of your eyes and it feels like so much! you’re overwhelmed and you grab onto kaeya’s thighs in an attempt to stop.

but kaeya loves the feeling of your tight little mouth, so dont be so scared, he’ll train you into the most perfect little pet, his good cock sleeve.

VI VI VI!! oh my god your BRAIN!! i’m weak for kaeya too!! i go feral over him i’d let that man do unfathomable things to me

[singular-braincells]

genshin characters (diluc, thoma, albedo) + gender neutral convenience shop owner reader 

or my funnier alternative title: when i agreed to temporarily take over my grandparents’ shop i did not agree to meet hot men

tw: some swearing and not proof read

uh six month hiatus? nah i wouldn’t know her even if i tried.

anyways, if anyone wants a continuation of this or has a brain rot of this too do shoot it in my ask. i’d love to brain rot together <333 have a good day y’all. if anything in this is weird or doesn’t make sense sorry brain juice isn’t flowing

ALSO IF I MESSED UP WITH THE GENDERS DM OR SHOOT ME AN ASK BRAIN HURT AT 2AM AND IS PRONE TO MISTAKES ;-;

background: 

your grandparents have been running their small cosy convenience shop for as long as you and your parents know

you’ve decided that for a year you would run the shop while they went out on a well needed vacation (to visit your parents, go sight seeing, etc.)

they’ve left instructions in a big 4 inch binder for handling shipment, closing shop, opening shop, dealing with problematic customers, stocking shelves, taking inventory, etc.

anyways, the locals who always see your grandparents are very surprised to find a new face running the store. they’re understanding when it takes you a just a tad bit longer to bag their belongings or giving back their change

after that week, there is a buzz around the neighborhood (or shop plaza if you will) about a new face running the small family grocery mart run by your grandparents. now people are going to the shop at least once to sneak a peak at you, after all it’s not very often that they see new faces

diluc

you first met when he saw you struggling to lift two large boxes of snacks and juice at six in the morning

it didn’t help that you happened to be in bed by one am and actually went to sleep at two am

you just received a several notifications at 5 am of your delivery of chips, granola bars, and orange juice. how wonderful

cue you having to wake up even earlier than normal to move a bunch of heavy boxes in the middle of the dark

a tall figure approaches you. they come closer. you recognize the uniform as the ones the coffee bar, next to the shop, that the employees wear. “do you need help?” the person asks. you look at the other nine large boxes and then glance at the granola bars you just dropped earlier. “if you wouldn’t mind. help would be greatly appreciated.”

you were able to move half of the boxes before you arms start to burn from all that lifting. you weren’t sure how your grandparents were able to carry all these heavy boxes when they were running the store

carrying the 8th box of granola bars, you hasn’t noticed the box started to slip from your hands and they make a very loud “thud” on the ground. you let out a stream of curse words before trying to pick the box back up

you hope only a couple of the bars would be broken and not the entire box of granola. you hear someone calling out to you, but with the wind being as harsh and loud you couldn’t really hear them

the guy gets close to you and effortlessly carries the box that you had dropped. “be careful. wouldn’t want you getting hurt.” he carries the box of granola away and leaves you low key flustered

you notice that the man looks really buff. like not to be creepy (you definitely weren’t staring 👀 but like you kinda were), but he made moving 4 boxes of orange juice look like it was nothing. absolutely weightless??

wait... now that you’re looking at him, he looks super hot??? his bright red hair tied into an effortless high pony tail?? the way his dress shirt is rolled up that show his forearms?? you can see some of his biceps when he lifts another big ass box of juice?? dude, this man looks like a male lead straight out of a Korean romance drama?? you on the other hand had rolled out in your crusty pajamas with bright pink slides that your grandma gifted you

talk about unfortunate. anyways, you tried to assist with carrying the smaller boxes to the inside of your shop. you two work on moving the boxes with only the buzzing of the bright white fluorescent lights coming from inside the store

you thank him vigorously for the help. you try to straighten out any bed head hair strands, but not gonna lie you look like ass at this point

“you work next door right? are you sure the owner won’t get mad at you for being late for your shift or something? i would hate for you to get in trouble for helping me out.”

“no? what makes you say that?”

���well if they fire you for being late, you’re more than welcome work here. I’m sure your boss is ass anyways.”

“i’m the owner?”

“oh.”

you ended up giving him a cold bottle of grape juice and a milk bread bun as a “sorry I mistook you as an employee and not the owner” and for being delicious eye candy at six am helping you out so early in the morning

every now and then he occasionally stops by the store with a warm cup of tea for you whenever he’s there to pick up dairy products for his coffee bar. in return, you give him a bottle of grape juice (at first he tried to pay for it but now he’s learned to just take it)

you and diluc are pretty good friends? well you can’t really tell... he’s not very good at sharing things about himself but that’s okay! you can understand and respect it

in general, i think the two of you enjoy each other’s company? i would hope so because you don’t really see him hang around anyone else...

thoma

he's a regular to your grandparents shop. in fact, your grandparents like him so much that they said specifically in their guide to give him a discount. always

he was there on your first day running the shop. you weren’t quite used to waking up at 6am and opening the store at 7am so naturally, you overslept 

you wake up at 7:05 am and you’re shitting bricks. you hastily change out of your pajamas and into normal clothes. you go to the bathroom and quickly brush your teeth while washing your face. by 7:15, you’re out the door with your work apron and with the keys to the store. 

you arrive at the store five minutes later and see a tall man with blond hair tied into a low pony tail. he has a red jacket on and he turns to see you. 

you greet him as nice as possible considering you just woke up and you were sure that the grogginess in your voice didn’t help. he waves back at you with a bright smile on his face 

“good morning! i’m not sure where the owners are, but i’m sure they’ll be here soon. they’re a lovely old couple so i’m sure there’s a reason to why they’re late.” you cough as you fish out the keys from your apron pocket

“ah, they are my grandparents.” you move towards the locked door and unlock it with ease. “i’m their grandchild, (y/n). i offered to run the shop while they take a long and overdue vacation.” you explain as you open the door for the tall man

you flick the lights on and allow the blond to gather whatever things he needed

while waiting at the cash register, you notice how handsome the guy looks while opening the fridges to access the whole milk. the white fluorescent lights highlight how soft his features are, the way his green eyes are focused when they’re glued to the different price labels, how he has a confident stride with the way he’s walking towards you

wait he’s walking towards you

oh shit and he has definitely noticed the way your eyes were glued to him

quick look at something else! it can literally be anything else... cat food?

you cough into your sleeve. “you find everything okay, sir?” he places his basket of goods onto the counter and nods. “oh, i didn’t even realize i hadn’t introduced myself.” he extends his hand out to yours. “my name is thoma, nice to meet you.” you extend your hands as well and take his hand. thoma has a very firm handshake and not to mention how incredibly warm his hands are 

“again, i’d like to apologize for being late this morning. my grandparents would kill me knowing that i made their favorite customer wait outside. that and being tardy on my first day.” you quickly scan the goods trying to get him out of the store as soon as possible so you could go into the janitors closet to cry

“oh no it’s quite alright! i think you’re doing a fantastic job for your first day. don’t worry i won’t tell a soul.” he registers what you said for a moment. “wait, i’m their favorite customer?” you laugh at the blond

“yes you are. they describe you as the perfect grandchild.” they’ve also said that you and him should go out on a date but do you really need that kind of complication in your life? absolutely not

“anyways, this is yours.” you hastily hand thoma his receipt. “have a good day! do come again.” you wave goodbye as thoma leaves the store. he waves back as the bells on top of the door jingle to signal his leave

thoma is a frequent customer of the shop and so far you can see why your grandparents want to set you up with him

he is single handedly saving the cat food industry with the amount he buys every time he visits

you ask him once if he has lots of cats with all the cat food he’s buying. “i don’t have any pets unfortunately, but i do use all the cat food to feed all the stray cats i see just outside of town.”

so he’s nice, polite, hot, and he’s caring towards animals??? how is he still single???

you and thoma are pretty good friends. small talk with him is not like the small talk you have with customers just to be polite. he shares things about him and in return you feel comfortable enough sharing some things from your old town with him

 overall, a 10/10 friend. you enjoy his company and vice versa. now, if only if you had the time to hang out with him outside the store :/

albedo

albedo works at the flower shop right across from your grandparents shop and every now and then you see him with a sketch book out

he looks ethereal. heavenly. delicately created from the gods themselves with the perfect hot to cute ratio

you always see him with a sketchbook out and he’s always sketching flowers or the different types of birds that perch on the flowers right above the entrance to the shop

honestly, you could watch albedo for hours. the way he cuts the thorns off of roses and places them with the bunches of brightly colored lavenders and how he arranges each basket and bouquet very thoughtfully 

your grandfather on more than one occasion he’s bought flowers from albedo for your grandmother for her birthday or on their anniversary

your grandmother always sends pictures of said flowers in the family group chat and they look lovely every single time

when the first holiday comes around you see the shop swamped with people and you feel kinda bad for albedo

so when the crowds of people died down at the flower shop, you grabbed a bottle of water and a bag of fruit snacks and headed out of your store. surely it couldn’t hurt to leave it for 5 minutes to give him water and a small snack... right?

you quickly rush over to the store while trying to keep an eye on the store. albedo is working at the counter and greets you as you walk in.

“good afternoon. I’ve never seen you around town before. are you new here?” You explain that you are temporarily running the convenience store across from his shop.

“it looked like hell from where i was. that rush of people looked really stressful not gonna lie.” you hand him the fruit snack and water bottle in your hands. “anyways, my name is (y/n) and if you ever need a break you’re more than welcome to crash at my store.”

“um, good luck with the rest of the holiday. see you ‘round” you wave good bye to him. you see some elementary kids enter the store and you make your way back to the shop.

later that evening you find a pot of the brightest yellow lilies right on the porch of the shop with a note attached to the terra-cotta pot

i think that you and albedo are friends but the amount of times that you stare at him makes you feel like a stalker than a friend. YOU FEEL REALLY BAD ABOUT IT but how could the gods make someone so pretty and how could you not just stare at them for hours on end ;-;