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Video Game Track Bracket Round 2

#13 shade from Splatoon 2: Octo Expansion

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Yap Yap Yap Yap Yap ! from Adventures with Anxiety

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#13 shade:

DJ DEDF1SH MY BELOVED <3 <3 <3 ough the laid back vocals, the more simple but intimidating backing track, the VIBE. so good it kills me.

Yap Yap Yap Yap Yap !:

To me, this song has an intense, positive, and rockin vibe, due to it being the song of the ending part of game. The songs fits well with the ending scenes/credits that the game portrays, helping the grab the attention of the player while watching the ending credits, scenes, and pictures roll. Happy rockin good vibing digital song :).

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

Here's a fun (modern au) one: full hc for the M6's airport/airplane flight experience >:3

The Arcana HCs: M6 at the airport

~ loosely referencing this old ask arcana post from the nix hydra era - @themushroomgoesyeet hope you like this friend! I had so much fun writing it!! ^.^ ~

Julian

Does Julian love the concept of flying through the air as a mode of transportation, travel, and adventure in general? Sure!

Does that mean he does well with it? Not at all

Major flight anxiety and will cope with it to varying degrees of healthy depending on who he's with and what his options are

If you're the sort of person to pack soothing gummies and noise cancelling headphones with pre-downloaded guided meditation tracks and some sleep meds, he'll be all over them

If you're the sort of person who doesn't mind a drink or two before a flight just to soothe the nerves - well - he won't say no to that, either. Just make sure he's sober by the time you land, so he doesn't take a ride on the luggage carousel out of relief

Can and will grip your hand during take off and landing and then apologize when it briefly cuts off your blood circulation

Always offers to put up at least three people's luggage for them in the overhead bins and drops at least one on his head

Asra

They are one of those very weird people who think airplanes, airports, and any public area of transportation are relaxing

He's in tie-dye loungewear, a neck pillow, crocs, fuzzy socks, hair pushed out of his face with a sleeping mask-turned-headband, a rolling duffle bag dragged by one hand and a snack in the other

They are v i b i n g

Misses flights way less than you would expect him to, mostly because he's so familiar with all the major airports at this point that he has boarding just in time down to a fine science

And when they do miss a flight, it turns into an extended chillout session because they know all the best hangout spots there

His capacity to fall asleep anywhere, anytime works in his favor on cramped flights beautifully

They've started a new tradition with you of looking through all the available in-flight entertainment and picking what promises to be the cringiest movie, just to make you laugh with their commentary

Nadia

Her usual reason for flying is business, which is exactly how she approaches the entire traveling process

Her luggage is all one elegant, efficient set (she has bought you a matching one) with personalized tags for ease of spotting

Always purchases business class tickets, refuses to take any chances on missing her special traveling experience and arrives at the airport three hours early as a result

There are multiple reasons for this - first, less stress at security, second, she has one of those fancy passes that gets her into just about any exclusive club lounge in the world

Enjoys the hour or two pampering you in the lounge with nothing else to do more than she does any other part of the travel

Won't hesitate to critique/send back her meal on the airplane if she doesn't like it, tends to load up on sleeping meds for longer flights since the fluctuating air pressure triggers her migraines

Brings an extra skincare routine for you to do during the last hour

Muriel

Look at him. Do you see him? Look at him. Now look at the size of an airplane interior. Look at him again. Now look at the amount of available legroom. Look at him again. HE IS 6'10.

Muriel would prefer almost any form of transportation to flying. It's busy, security makes him move too fast, all the signs and bustle of the airport are hell on his anxiety, and that's before boarding

Always tries to get an aisle seat because that lets him expand into the walkway if he needs to, and so he's less likely to glance out the window and see just how far away the ground is

The ground belongs right here. Under his feet. Not a terrifying drop down through the clouds!!

The airplane experience is sensory hell for him in general, the deafening sound of the engines, the constant vibration, the recycled air, the ways his ears pop, the stiff seats, the armrests -

Really the only way he'll get through this is if he knows there's no other options and if you're next to him as his emotional support

Portia

An airport champion

And it's really not from that much experience. She's traveled enough to know she likes it, but it's still so exciting every time she gets the chance to fly somewhere! Especially with you!!

Has done all of her research ahead of time and is packed for everything. Her massive mom bag has pockets for snacks, documents, meds, chargers, electronics, drinks, travel cushions ...

Does get restless before a flight and will drag you all up and down the terminal to take a look at every single shop and restaurant

The type to start chatting with whoever's in line with her, whether in security lines, bathroom lines, coffee lines, or boarding lines

Will befriend whoever is sitting next to/across from her and spend half the flight getting to know them and trading stories

Will offer to hold any nearby crying baby if said baby's caregiver could clearly use five minutes to use the restroom or eat

Takes so many pictures out the airplane window

Lucio

Traveling is one of those things that he tries (and fails) to hide his excitement around. In his mind, this is something that he as a worldly, well-traveled person should be nonchalant about

He is not nonchalant. He is thrilled to be doing something fairly exciting and to spend a whole day with excuses to be in close quarters with you - and to book a first-class ticket

The only issue is that (if it's left unchecked) his FOMO will prompt him to try to squeeze every single thing to do out of the terminal before he boards the plane, which can end in missing his flight

Massage chairs! You two should definitely get a massage

A massive perfume section! You two should sample five each

Gets extremely impatient during the boarding process and will start grumbling and fidgeting in place when the person in front of him is taking forever to put up their luggage

Laughs loudly enough at the comedy he picks to watch for the whole airplane to hear him

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Burnt Out 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, anxiety/stress, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Robert Laing

Summary: you're stressed out and ready to escape, but the way out might not be as glamourous as it seems.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

You flinch as you peel away the hangnail. Ugh. You need to stop doing that. Your hands are a mess. Short nails, brittle too. The skin and cuticles are fraying but not on their own. You can’t help it. A nervous habit. Stress. 

You’re not sure how much more you can take. It’s not a choice. Nothing in life is your choice. You didn’t even choose to be alive. Your parents always treated you like your existence was forced even on them. That barely matters. You haven’t seen either of them in years. 

You still your hands and go back to typing. If you don’t get this done, you’ll be in for another lecture from Mr. Brenner. ‘You haven’t finished the group reservation? You’re going to mess everything up again!’ 

Yeah, yeah. That’s how it goes. You can’t do anything right. It’s probably why you ended up here. You deserve this purgatory. 

As you import the files from the travel site and review for discrepancies, you hear the doors. Great, you’ll come back to it. You check the time. It’s not even noon. More bad news and the messenger is the first to be shot. 

You glance over the front desk and do a double take. Guilt speckles over your cheeks. The man is handsome. Tall and trim. You don’t know why you notice but you do. His blonde hair is neatly parted, yet there’s a small wave to it. He wears a fine grey suit which probably costs as much as a week of your minimum wage. 

It shouldn’t matter. It shouldn’t even occur to you. You deal with all sorts. The traveling businessmen, the body builders in town for the convention, and even those meeting for some forbidden tryst. Hotels are not the place for judgement. 

“Hello, sir, welcome to Sapphire Suites,” you smile. You usually only bother when Brenner is around to fume down your neck. “Do you have a reservation?” 

“I do,” he answers in his lilted accent. Oh. Deadly. “I understand I’m well ahead of check-in, however, I only came to inquire if I might leave my bags with you until then.” 

Polite and he reads the fine print. What more could a girl ask for? Usually, you’d be annoyed. Why would you come so early? Our housekeeping isn’t even done their first floor. Not today. He’s too pleasant to be irritated. 

“Well, I can certainly see if your rooms are ready. We weren’t booked up last night so it’s possible.” You offer. 

“That would be wonderful, so long as it doesn’t put you out,” he steps up to the desk as the wheels of his bag quiet. “Robert Laing. I believe I’ve got the executive.” 

You already know it’s ready. It’s expensive and rarely booked on weeknights. It’s only a Tuesday. 

“Let me see, Laing...” 

“L-A-I-N-G,” he spells it out. “No one expects the I.” 

“Oh, thanks,” you backspace and put in the proper spelling. Yep, it’s green. “Good news, it’s set. I just did the keycards so I’ll go grab yours.” 

You go back to the carefully organized folio, arranged by room number. You spent your first hour swipe and coding each one. You take his and bring it back with the liability form. 

“If you don’t mind, there is a waiver,” you put the paper down. “I’ll need a piece of ID as well. And a credit card.” 

“Of course,” he slides out his wallet and provides both cards. You take them as he looks over the form.  

You go to scan both and upload them into his file. You return them as he signs with a metallic pen, slipping it into his front pocket before sliding the page across. You thank him and scan that as well. You come back to hand over his keys and give him the spiel. 

You retract your hand as he looks down at it. You try to hide your chafed and cracking fingertips. You’re mess. Your name tag is barely hanging on and the scarf is crooked and only half under your collar. 

“Your WIFI and room service details are in here,” you point to the sleek little folio with his door cards. “Everything you need should be in your room. The pool is behind me and the private spa rooms can be booked by calling down. Oh—did you need a parking pass, sir?” 

“Please, Robert works for me,” he insists, “I flew in so not driving. Might I put in a request?” 

“Um, okay?” You stare at him anxiously.  

“Any recommendations for in-town activities? I’m egregiously early for the conference and I get restless pent up in hotels,” he drawls. “Perhaps a shopping center or if you’re permitted, any worthwhile bistros?” 

“Geez, I forgot to mention, there’s Ruby’s. The restaurant attached to us, just that way when you head out the doors. They have a patio but it’s getting a bit chilly. And er, the bar, The Gem, that’s on the second floor.” 

“Wonderful,” he covers the key folder with his hand. 

You smile. If Mr. Brenner was there to witness your immaculate customer service, he might just lay off of you. Or he’d ask why you didn’t smile more often.  

“You’ve been amazingly helpful, dear,” he says. “I do hope the day doesn’t prove very hectic for you.” 

“Thank you, sir—Um, Robert,” you correct yourself as his brow tweaks. 

“And you...” he leans forward to read your name tag. “Beautiful name.” 

“Thanks,” you swallow dryly, “enjoy your stay.” 

Finally, he leaves you. You watch him go, his bag rolling after his long strides. You don’t move until he’s closed up in the elevator. You want to cringe. You’re a mess and on top of that, you’re awkward to boot. It’s not that you don’t want to be good at your job, it’s that you hate it, and you’re no good with people. But work is work. 

You retreat into the back room and dig in your purse. Your lips are chapped and raw. You layer on the medicated balm and sigh. You take out the little daisy-shaped mirror and check your reflection. Aren’t you so stupid? Look at you. A man like that would never waste his time with a front desk worker ant, let alone someone so repulsive. 

[shygirl4991]

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Tags: Angst, Comfort, fluff, nightmares

It was late into the night, the crew were all in their beds resting and having sweet dreams. Everyone except one meme guardian, SMG4 tosses and turns as the voice of Mr. Puzzle echoes through his head “And SMG4! Who knew you could play an antagonist so well, high marks from me!” He turns away from the voice to see the castle again, seeing the eldritch horrors cover the place he once knew as home made him feel sick.  He walks through the halls to hear those voices again “You will never be good enough,” he covers his ears as he keeps walking the hall.

“Nobody likes your videos!” “You are a failure!” “YOU'RE NOT ENOUGH!” SMG4 could hear each voice slip through the cracks as he ran faster through the castle; he needed the voices to stop to leave him alone. He charges into a room and slams the door shut, it was quiet, he was able to think again. That's when he heard frantic typing, a chill went down his spine as his eyes adjusted to the dark room. There he saw himself, the strange pink stains all over him, the light gone from his eyes. Nothing but a machine, working nonstop to be perfect.  He heard screams making him turn, his eyes going wide seeing a pool of black liquid start taking his friends. 

He runs to them attempting to pull them out, one by one his friends vanish into the strange pool “No…NO I CAN SAVE YOU GUYS!”  he grabs Three and pulls. SMG3 lets out a dark chuckle “So this is it huh…i really thought we were friends now,” Four’s eyes water as he keeps pulling only to see his partner sink into the pool. “Please…no..” he falls to the floor as SMG3 vanishes, he looks at his hand shaking, his thoughts running a mile per minute. He then hears clapping, breathing heavily, he looks up to see Mr. Puzzles.  “My my SMG4, no matter what you do you still are the villain. Do you really think your friends trust you after this, you and I should really get into television together!” SMG4 felt his anxiety slowly being replaced with anger, clenching his fist he gets up ready to fight the television. Only to pause seeing the man holding SMG3, the screen shows a smug expression “Give it up Four, look back at your show and it's clear as day you're the bad guy!” he then tosses three on the floor “And SMG3 was your victim for years.” Four shakes his head taking a step back, he couldn't be the villain.  The room goes dark, only the light of the TV shining through as it shows moments of SMG4 acting cold and uncaring towards his friends. Four closes his eyes “STOP!” he jumps out of bed stretching out to air, he shakes looking around his familiar room. 

He wipes the sweat from his forehead, takes a deep breath before he starts to walk. The nightmare brought back all the guilt he had shoved away, he hated how he hurt his friends. He couldn't look at himself for weeks after the whole thing, everyone but one person gave him space after the events. Sure, Mario did his best to keep the guardians spirit up with memes and silly adventures. But no one understood him better than his other half, his old rival of many years. SMG4 slowly walked to the front of the castle, with a deep breath he stepped outside. After fighting Mr Puzzle the two agree they needed ways to reach each other in case of emergencies, together with SMG1 and two created meme doors. The doors were hidden in different locations and could only be activated with meme energy, Four never thought he would be so thankful to have those doors. Since he didn't have a spare key to Three’s cafe he went to the back of the building to connect with the secret door.

With shaky hands he uses his meme powers to unlock a hidden door, he looks around as he walks in to make sure no one else tries to sneak in.  Making sure everything was sealed he walked around the cafe, his dark thoughts were starting to slip in. What if the man didn't want to help him? He looks back at the hidden door contemplating if he should leave, only to pause mid step hearing the sounds of an elevator. He turns and there with messy hair and in pajamas was the man he was looking for, Four gave a shy wave as he fixed up his own pajamas. Normally the man would give an annoyed look and start insulting him , much to Four's surprise the other guardian expressions soften. He walks over to the coffee machine “You look like shit,”  Four rolls his eyes walking closer to his partner “Gee thanks, make mine strong if you could.” 

Three lets out a hum as he lets the machine do its magic, they stand there listening to the hum of the machine as it pours out their drinks. Once done Three adds the final touches before handing Four his cup, with a small nod they both walk over to one of the tables. Four looks down at his cup slowly tracing the rim of it before picking it up, Three frowns as he watches Four drink his coffee “Not like you to come over at three am.” Four sips his drink hoping the warm drink would help, holding the cup he looks at Three “Ah well never hurts to get some late night coffee!” Three gave him an unamused look as he pushed his cup aside “You didn't come here cause you thought i would fall for a stupid line like that did you?” Four sighs again as he stares at his drink “Three…do you think i'm evil?” Three’s blinks surprised at the question “No, you're a pain in my ass for many reasons but you're not evil.” Three frowns and gently reaches out to the man “What brought this up?” Four bits on his lip remembering his dream,  he is selfish and tends to go overboard with his content. He looks at the hand reaching out to him, a flash of his dream hits him. How the man in front of him was swallowed up by the black pool, how he couldn't pull him back to safety. Anxiety hit him as he pulled his arms away from three, he then crossed his arms looking out the window.  “Our battle with Mr. Puzzle just brought some memories back is all,” he sighs getting up ready to leave. 

Seeing Four ready to leave, SMG3 gets up and grabs his arm “Four, what happened at peach's castle isn't your fault,” Four pulls his arm to free himself. Three watches concern as the man in front of him shakes “Not my fault? I wanted to make the perfect video. I clicked his ad for the keyboard. I ALMOST KILLED YOU ALL!” Four felt himself shake more as he hugs himself, holding back his tears he whispers “I’m…a villain just like he said.” 

Without saying anything Three gently touches Four, the comforting touch was enough for the meme guardian to collapse into Three’s arms crying “I’M A VILLAIN!” Three holds Four close, letting the man finish before speaking. He pets Four’s head “Four i have known you for years, trust me when i say your not a villain. We all have our moments of weakness and that's okay, but hear me when I say you're the kindest man I know.”  Four cries hard into Three’s shoulder, they stay in this position for a while. Three wasn't sure how much time passed since the man broke down crying, all he did know was at this moment Four needed all the comfort possible. “Hey four, want to stay overnight?” 

Four sniffs pulling away looking at Three’s face surprised “I…really?” Three nods giving the man a soft smile as he wipes his tears away. Four hugs Three letting out a breathy laugh, with a small pat of the back the pair get up and head down the elevator. Once in Three’s room the pair walk towards the bed, Four lets out another giggle “To think in the past just sharing body heat was the end of the world for you, are you gay for me or something three?” SMG3 rolled his eyes and gently smacked his ex rival “Haha I see you want to go back to your castle.” SMG4 pouts at the comment as he watches Three get in the bed, with a pat Four climbs next the man. It was strange being such good friends with someone that attempted to kill you in the past, even stranger when you cuddled up to him for comfort. Three hums to help Four relax, as he starts to drift to sleep he makes sure to whisper “Thank you for saving me Three.” 

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Hallo! Could you write about cute family fluff? Like, the reader gives birth and GP! Donna is overjoyed. We find out that Donna is the most caring mother ever and Angie is celebrating the fact that she will have an evil henchman to cause chaos with.

(Also, it’d be funny if Donna spoils her daughter and the reader is trying to oppose that LOL)

THANK YOU SO MUCH AND I LOVE YOUR WORK!

Yess!!!! Thank you for your support, and for your request!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes :))))

A perfect family

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Fluff, G!P Donna (implied)

Word count: 4,368

Summary: Your life is perfect, your family is perfect…

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!! I love you all!!! :))

Congratulations, Donna, it's a girl... Oh, and to you too, (Y/N)...

If you had to think of a phrase that would have changed your life, you would choose that one, much to your regret.

Even though you never believed in Mother Miranda, even though the sound of her voice was what repeated that phrase in your head, you didn't give it importance. Your daughter was born and with her everything would change.

You never did anything interesting, you were never important, an authority figure in the village. You were just (Y/N), and that's how you would die, or so you thought. A moment of inattention during a storm started the greatest adventure of your life, or the love of your life, depending on how you thought about it.

Running to escape the snow, not knowing that your only refuge would be the mysterious and dangerous Beneviento estate was a decision you didn’t regret.

Meeting that mysterious, disturbed, sick and dangerous woman, meeting Donna Beneviento could have meant your death. It didn't do it, quite the opposite.

“Don’t leave, please”

Those words still echoed in your memories. It was a pleading request from the lady in black not to end that chance encounter. Locked away until death, tortured with horrible dreams, nightmares and hallucinations, you knew this was your destiny. It was not.

What else could you do? Go back to your empty life? No, you didn't want to do it, you wanted to stay chatting with that woman and her doll, you wanted to know why she was possibly the most feared Lord.

Oh yes, she was, she definitely was. Donna was a drug, her voice was addictive, her perfume intoxicating, her gestures, her figure, everything forced you to visit her daily, to want to be closer to her. You were always a lover, a girl obsessed with fairy tales in which true love triumphed. You never thought, you never believed in that kind of love. That village was everything, except a place to fall in love. Once again, you were wrong.

Despite all of Donna's problems, despite the difficulty it had for her to express her feelings, you managed to make your way into her mind, into her heart. She showed you her face, but it didn't change anything. You were still in love, you still wanted to hear her voice, even have funny chats with the Angie doll.

Donna was so alone, and so were you. That hurtful truth wasn't until the moment you returned home, that moment when you realized how cold your bed was, how you were looking for her black figure in all the shadows of the night.

That made you realize that you needed that kiss, that first kiss, a kiss that meant everything to you, and to her. Everything moved quickly after joining your lips. The caresses, the words of love, replaced her pleas to have another tea, to spend even just one more minute at your side.

You didn't return home, you stayed living in her arms, in her voice, you stayed with Donna.

Time passed like a shooting star. You both learned from each other, you were there, and you were no longer alone. You wouldn't be anymore.

It seemed like nothing could change, that everything would remain the same forever, that there was no way to improve, but you were wrong again. A fever, an illness, anxiety... They were symptoms that soon began to haunt you. It wasn't until that damned priestess paid you a visit that you discovered your life had only just begun. You were pregnant.

At first your mind was a chaos: guilt, regret, fear, a terrible fear...

Somewhere in your darkness you blamed Donna. She was never careful with what she did. She never bothered to put a barrier to those nights of passion. But no, you couldn't blame her, not even yourself. It was fate. It was what had to happen.

Your mood swings led you to argue with her, to make her see herself as the culprit of your “problem.” She never got angry. No, Donna was never mad at you, she admitted her part of the blame and then, then you realized that you were just as guilty and the idea of ​​starting a family didn't sound so bad in your head.

You were never sure that raising a baby was a good idea, you didn't feel ready, and neither did Donna, at least until that day, the day you felt it, you felt a kick in your belly, the day Donna felt it too, with her hand in yours. That day you looked at each other and there was no need to say anything else. It was what you wanted, what the two of you wanted; a family, a real one.

After nine months of discomfort and extreme care from the woman in black, the time finally came. Your baby was going to be born and, unfortunately, there was no one with the capacity to attend a birth, no one, except the powerful, the conceited, Mother Miranda.

“Oh, tesoro... It's a miracle...” Donna said, looking with admiration at the small creature resting on your chest. It was a girl, a healthy girl, with already prominent black hair on her small head.

It wasn't like you had imagined, it was much better.

You were exhausted but happy, happy to see the little being that was now part of your family. The smile didn't want to disappear from your face. Her hands were so small, she was so delicate, so… Perfect. A girl like that could only be Donna's daughter.

“Wow, you were hungry,” you said, cradling your daughter after feeding her for the first time. Donna didn't say anything. She just looked at you with an admiration and a bright face that you had rarely seen. The last time was when you decided to live with her.

“Um, (Y/N)...” The woman in black murmured. “Can…? Can I hold her?” She asked timidly, afraid that your answer would be no. Oh, Donna, you are so sweet...

“Of course,” you said with a smile, covering yourself and cradling the baby as you handed her to her exultant mother, who picked her up with an almost sickly delicacy, without her expression of admiration fading from her face. .

“Hello, hello baby... I'm mom...” She whispered tenderly to the girl, who moved calmly in her arms, with that look that said: who are you? Why did you take me out of my bed?

You looked at the scene with a sigh of relief. Everything was happiness. Everything Donna transmitted was the purest, most innocent, and genuine happiness.

“She's so small...” She whispered again, playing with the baby's hands, which were reaching out curiously to her face. You laughed amused.

“Of course she's small, Donna, she was just born,” you joked, earning a look of infinite love, the only thing in her gaze.

“Finally my plan has come true...” a shrill voice that appeared on the bed murmured, making you roll your eyes.

The Angie doll had been respectful in the painful process of childbirth, but she apparently thought it was time to bother you, as always.

“What plan?” You said tiredly, resting in bed, taking advantage of the fact that Donna continued to adore the baby and you were “free” for a few moments.

“I was tired of spending time with you. You clingy things,” Angie said, walking on the bed arrogantly. “Always so busy giving you kisses… Poor Angie was so alone.”

“Do you talk about yourself in third person?” You joked again, still looking at the fascinated Donna, who seemed to be thinking about the baby she had in her arms.

“Your mockery doesn't affect me, you stupid meddler,” the puppet reproached you. “Rest while you can, because when my little sister grows up, I will finally have the perfect henchman for my evil plans,” she said triumphantly.

“Angie, let (Y/N) rest,” Donna said, shaking her head.

“Yes, yes... Just wait a few years... My revenge is close, but I think I can start now...” Angie said, comically rubbing her hands.

“Now? Don't even think about it,” you said with a frown.

“Let's start the chaos... What is going to be her name?”

You and Donna suddenly looked at each other, with exactly the same open-mouthed, doubtful expression. It was impossible to know the sex of the baby, so you hadn't thought about that.

“Come on, let the chaos begin...” The doll hummed, leaving the room triumphantly.

“Damn, Angie…” you sighed.

“(Y/N), don't talk like that in front of the girl,” Donna told you, protecting your daughter from your curses. You shook your head.

“I'm sorry, she’s getting on my nerves,” you apologized, standing up again.

“But Angie’s right. We haven't thought of a name,” the woman in black said, continuing to caress the baby's head, the black hair that she could only have inherited from Donna.

“Oh, I'm so tired...” You sighed, amused, pretending to flee from that conversation that you expected to be chaos, just as Angie threatened.

“Come on, (Y/N), this beautiful girl needs a beautiful name,” Donna told you, moving your body gently. “What do you think about… Miranda?”

You quickly uncovered yourself, shaking your head in a comical way.

“No way, Donna, no,” you said, crossing your arms.

"She helped the baby to born,” she said, controlling the volume of her voice, since the little Beneviento had fallen asleep in her arms.

“No, no... Okay, what do you think about Katia?” You proposed, with that same discreet tone.

“One of Alcina's maids is called Katia,” Donna said, with a superb look. “What do you think about Mihaela?”

“Like the lady of the loom? No way,” you protested. “Irina?”

“Very common, Fabrizia?”

“Horrible, how about Oksana?”

“It sounds like a detergent brand,” the lady in black said, with a cold look, cradling the nameless baby. “Angelina?”

“No, thank you,” you laughed ironically. “I have enough with one Angie. Rebecca?”

“Very seen, Giovanna?”

“Very…. You,” you said amused, to which she protested with a tired sigh. At least Angie had gotten what she wanted.

“What do you mean by very me?” She asked offended.

“Let's calm down. We have time to think about it, Donna, don't be nervous,” you said, caressing her cheek as her breathing began to get rough.

There was a small moment of silence. It hurt you to admit it, but you were having a fun time.

“Irene,” you whispered, making Donna look at you with an amused expression.

“Caterina,” she answered.

“Mildred”

“Oh, really? Helena”

“Delilah”

“Unoriginal. Clara”

“Helga”

“Antonella”

“Uhg...” you sighed, crossing your arms again.

You decided to stop suggesting names that even you thought were horrible. The baby woke up, probably due to your lack of care. Luckily, Donna began to calm her down, causing you to feel peace and tranquility when you saw how safe your daughter was in her arms.

Looking at the woman of your life, at her pale skin, an idea came to your mind.

“Donna,” you said, drawing her attention under the baby's erratic noises. She looked at you, still cradling her daughter. “How do you say white in Italian?”

“Bianco,” she answered briefly. “What's that...?”

Her face changed when she realized your hint.

“What do you think?” You asked, picking up the little girl in your arms.

“Bianca... I like it,” she said, moving closer to kiss the baby on her cheek.

“Yes…”

Bianca Beneviento, 4 months old

Another night of inconsolable screams, another night without your daughter stopping crying. It had been four wonderful months, at least during the day. At night, the baby took all of her ability to prevent you from falling asleep.

“Oh, my Gods... I just fed her...” You protested, putting the pillow on top of your head. “What's wrong with you now?” You asked, getting out of bed and turning on the light.

“Wait, tesoro, I'll take care of it,” Donna said, laying you down again with her eternal tranquility. You wouldn't know what you would have done without her. “You should rest, okay?”

“I can't rest,” you protested as she headed to the small crib, taking out that crying machine and holding it in her arms.

“Shh, that's it, honey, mommy's with you...” Donna whispered, cradling the baby, who was crying tirelessly.

You sat on the bed, admiring the delicacy and affection with which Donna always acted. You couldn't deny that you had your doubts about Donna's attitude towards the girl, but, as always, you were wrong. She was the best mother in the world.

“Have you checked the diaper?” You asked, looking for a reason for that inconsolable crying. Lady Beneviento looked at the baby and then at you, shaking her head.

“It seems that everything is fine,” she said, caressing the baby with eternal patience, patience that even you envied. “Maybe she had a nightmare.”

“Does such a young baby have nightmares?” You asked amused, still upset by that crying. Donna shrugged, continuing to reassure little Bianca, to no avail.

“Don't cry anymore, my love... Don't cry, my precious girl... We are here with you,” she said in a soft voice, resting the baby on her shoulder and rubbing her back as she sat on the bed with you.

“Don't cry, Bianca...” You said, joining in the caresses, sorry for your annoying attitude. Looking into her eyes, at her black hair, seeing a little Donna in her, you couldn't get mad.

“Your mothers are with you, Bianca, they will always be with you,” Donna whispered, placing the baby in her arms to cradle her properly. A soft hum left her lips.

“Fa la ninna, fa la nanna, nella braccia della mamma, fa la ninna bella bambina, fa la nanna bambina bella, nella braccia della mamma…”

You stayed looking, listening to that lullaby with that sweet voice, those beautiful words that cradled little Bianca who, miraculously, stopped crying, closing her eyes in Donna's arms.

“Wow, she's asleep,” you whispered, getting closer to them. Donna smiled at you and nodded, continuing to rock her daughter, trying not to wake her. “You have to do that more often.”

“I just sang her a lullaby, (Y/N), you can do it too,” she said smiling, getting up carefully to put the baby back in her crib.

“My voice would only give her more nightmares,” you whispered, amused, watching with admiration as Donna tucked the baby in and gave her a tender goodnight kiss.

When the girl was already dreaming deeply, the lady returned to the bed, curiously looking at your smiling expression.

“What?” She asked amused, letting you give her a soft and unexpected kiss on her lips.

“You're a good mother, Donna, you really are,” you whispered, caressing her cheek as you lay back down.

“Do you really think so?”

Bianca Beneviento, 5 years old

Time passed so quickly that it barely seemed like a blink. Little Bianca grew up, grew into an adorable, charming little girl. The older she became, the more evident was her undeniable resemblance to Donna. It was almost a portrait of her, if it weren't for the features you could see of yourself.

Donna was still the best mother in the world, showering her daughter with gifts, with praise, with whims... Everything was perfect, almost like a dream, one you didn't want to wake up from. But there was an element that reminded you that this was the real world, the extravagant and rebellious Angie, who was still determined to turn Bianca into her eternal companion for adventures, or rather, for mischief.

“I know you’re there,” you sighed, turning the pages of the book that you intended to read in peace. Surely you didn't know that even if they thought you couldn't see them, you saw them perfectly. Their whispers were no longer a secret to you.

“Shh, don't speak loudly, Bianca, or the monster will hear you,” you heard the puppet say, to which your daughter nodded with a smile.

“Okay,” the little girl whispered, completely ignoring Angie's advice, which made you smile, shaking your head.

“Wait, the monster?” You said amused, leaving the book aside. “What are you up to?”

“Nothing, mom,” Bianca said innocently, giving away her position. You knew it was a lie.

“Yeah, sure...” You sighed, waiting to receive another prank from your daughter and the doll. They were inseparable, but Angie was not the best company for such a young girl, although, after all, she always took care of Bianca and watched over her in a, you could say, efficiently way.

As expected, the surprise was not long in coming. A jet of cold water hit your face directly as they shouted “now!” Heisenberg should never have given Bianca that water gun.

“Oh, come on...” You complained, wiping your face while your daughter and the doll laughed. “Hey, hey, don't run away, cowards!”

“Run Bianca, run! The monster is going to catch you!” Angie shouted, dodging your attempts to grab her. Unfortunately for your daughter, she still wasn't running that fast and she tripped over one of her toys on the floor.

“Shit!” the girl shrieked, making you freeze in place, horrified.

“What did you just say, Bianca?” You asked with a more severe tone. The girl stood up slowly, knowing that she had done, or rather, said something bad.

“Nothing,” she said embarrassed, looking away from you.

“Oh, no, not at all, miss. I’ve heard it perfectly,” you said, putting your hands on your hips.

“It was Mrs. Skirts,” the girl said, accusing the doll that Donna made for her years ago, and which she never let go.

You raised an eyebrow, shaking your head.

“Was she? Well, then she'll have to be punished, don't you think?” You said, taking her doll and lifting it to a cupboard, far from the girl's reach. Bianca stretched out her arms in desperation.

“No, no, give it back to me,” she told you angrily. “It was me.”

You sighed, turning your head to study her regretful expression.

“Then you're without Mrs. Skirts as punishment,” you said with a firm voice, making Bianca sob.

“You can't take it away from me, mommy made it for me,” she protested childishly. She was not a child prone to tantrums, but she was very spoiled, especially because of Donna.

“Do you want to tell mommy about the ugly word you said?” You asked, maintaining your composure, not collapsing before her tender and pleading gaze. The girl shook her head.

“Give her back the doll, stupid,” Angie added, hitting your leg fiercely.

“No, Angie, she has to learn a lesson, besides... I know that was your fault,” you said with a darker voice. “What have we told you about teaching those things to Bianca?”

“She has to learn,” the doll protested, hugging her little sister, who began to sob over the loss of her inseparable doll. “If she doesn’t, she will be a loser like you.”

“Say that again, you damned piece of porcelain, and I swear I'll put you on the fireplace,” you threatened, leaning towards the doll, which put on a sinister look, comforting the girl.

“Mommy, mommy!” The girl shouted when the elevator rang. Apparently, Donna was already done with her dolls.

The lady in black smiled at the girl, who ran into her arms, causing her to pick her up off the ground and hug her lovingly.

“What's wrong, tesoro? Why are you crying?” The lady in black asked, wiping the toddler’s tears and studying her gaze.

“It was her fault!” Angie screamed, pointing her finger at you, making you growl in anger.

“Mom has taken Mrs. Skirts from me,” the girl sobbed, once again playing the sad and heartbroken girl, something against which Donna had nothing to do.

“Why, tesoro?” Donna asked, cleaning the little girl's face.

“Ah, no, don't let yourself be fooled again, Donna. Your daughter said a very ugly thing, right Bianca?” You said, approaching with crossed arms, fighting with all your might against the desire to return the doll to her.

“Cos'hai detto, Bianca?” Donna asked, looking at her curiously. The girl shook her head, burying herself in her black dress.

“Niente,” the little girl whispered, not looking at her mother's face, hiding her guilt in her tireless hugs.

“Bianca... You know what you said,” you said, with a softer tone. “Come on, tell mommy.”

“No,” the little girl sobbed.

“Okay...” You sighed. “Donna, your daughter said that word… You know, the word that starts with s.

Donna looked at her surprised, frowning.

“Bianca, hai detto quella parola?” She asked, pushing the girl away from her shoulder, making Bianca look at her face.

Cornered, the girl could do nothing but nod and continue sobbing.

“Why did you do it, tesoro? That word is very ugly,” Donna scolded, making you smile. At least it seemed like she was going to tell her off this time. How deluded you. “Pretty girls like you don't say those words.”

“Angie told me that I have to say it when... When something bad happened to you, I tripped and...” The girl explained, to which Donna immediately looked at the puppet, who was cowardly hidden behind an armchair.

“I see,” the lady in black whispered, looking at you out of the corner of her eye. You shrugged.

“Mommy... Please, can you give me Mrs. Skirts?” Bianca asked, hugging her mother fiercely, letting out a bit of her regret.

“No, Bianca,” you said, defending your punishment.

“Please...” The girl begged, ignoring you and looking tenderly at Donna. She was manipulative... “I can't sleep without her... Please, mommy...”

Donna looked at her with a half smile, searching for the doll with her gaze. When she found it, she walked slowly to the cupboard, reaching out for the toy, but not handing it to her yet.

“Donna...” You protested, rolling your eyes.

“I will return Mrs. Skirts to you if you apologize to your mother, okay? And if you promise you won't do it again. Do you promise, tesoro?”

The woman in black lowered her daughter to the floor, still holding the doll. The girl nodded profusely.

“I promise,” she said, stopping sobbing.

“Okay, apologize to mom,” Donna said, gently pushing her towards you.

“Do you forgive me, mom? I won't say it again, I promise,” the girl said, with her head bowed.

“Of course, darling,” you said, hugging the little girl and giving her a small kiss on the forehead.

Bianca smiled glad to be forgiven and ran back to Donna, who handed her the toy immediately.

“Good girl, Bianca...” She whispered affectionately, caressing her head.

“Mommy... Can we have pizza for dinner today?” The little girl asked, hugging her doll tightly.

Oh no, Donna...

“Of course we can, my princess,” the woman said, with a wide smile. You snorted, annoyed by such a condescending attitude. “How do you want it?”

“With a lot of cheese,” the little girl said, enthusiastically.

“A lot?” Donna asked, laughing with her.

“Yes, yes, too much cheese,” Bianca insisted, jumping for joy.

“Okay, honey,” the woman in black laughed, gently pinching the girl's chin and standing up straight again. “Go to play, will you?”

The girl nodded again and ran to where Angie was.

You watched her walk past you and then looked at Donna with a cold expression, blinking repeatedly, arms crossed.

Lady Beneviento prepared to return to the hallway to fulfill her daughter's wishes, but she tripped over your stoic posture and your inquisitive gaze, which made her step back.

“(Y/N), what...?” She asked with a nervous smile, seeing you stamp your feet impatiently.

“Very good, Donna, excellent,” you said arrogantly, to which she frowned, even more confused.

“What's wrong?” She asked, grabbing your shoulders. She still had a hard time dealing with your potential problems.

“The girl swears, I punish her without her doll and you give it back to her. And not enough happy with that, you make her pizza for dinner, her favorite, of course,” you explained with a firm but not too stern voice. You didn't want to make her nervous.

“Well, I... What's wrong with it?” She asked, shaking her head.

“Donna, you can't always let the girl get her way,” you said, caressing her cheek to calm her breathing. “This way she will never learn.”

“Oh, come on, (Y/N)” she sighed, with a tender smile, blushing from your touch. “It's okay, she apologized.”

“Yes, yes, I already know her apologies... Listen, Donna, I think you are a good mother, you really are,” you said with a soft voice, reaffirming that great virtue that you didn’t know about her. “But you are spoiling Bianca. She has to learn that when she does something wrong, there are consequences, you understand?”

“You're too hard on her, (Y/N), she's just a child,” Donna said, with a sad look, sharing her point of view.

“A child under the tutelage of that demon Angie,” you joked, making the tension of the moment disappear. “You have to understand, Donna, I don't want our children to be…”

“Our children?” She asked, surprised by your words. You closed your eyes, stating something she still didn't know.

“I mean, our daughter,” you corrected in time, but not without earning a suspicious look. “Come on, Donna, try not to give in to all of her whims, it's the best for her.”

“Well, well, I...” The lady in black said, still distrustful of your mistake. “Okay, (Y/N), I'll try.”

You smiled and kissed her tenderly, creating one of those romantic moments that you adored.

“What's up with that pizza?! We are hungry!” Angie screeched, making you clench your fists again.

“Okay, I better...” Donna said, resting her forehead on yours, caressing you with love, with that true love that you always looked for in stories.

“Donna, wait,” you interrupted her walk with a hand on her wrist. There was no reason to hide it anymore, you wanted her to know. You wanted to feel her happiness again. “I have to tell you something.”

“Tell me,” she whispered, looking at you with love.

“Bianca will not be the only girl in the house. Donna, I'm pregnant.”

[swampstew]

Eustass Kid, G-49 ~ Glory Hole

Summary: Sea-trow: a malignant or mischievous fairy or spirit, regarded as monstrous giants at times. Trows are nocturnal creatures, they venture out of their 'trowie knowes' (earthen mound dwellings) solely in the evening, and often enter households as the inhabitants sleep. Trows traditionally have a fondness for music, kidnapping musicians or luring them to their dens, and having sexual intercourse with women on their land. They are regarded as hideous creatures that are hung like horses. This is the story of their glow up and thriving business model.

Warnings: Spicy, modern monster au, Eustass Kid as a Sea-Trow, Female reader, glory hole/reverse glory hole trope, fingering and vaginal penetration, creampie, degradation, calling reader slut and pet names, Kid being an amazing Dom. Not edited cause I'm stoned and sleepy. Word Count: 2K

Visiting a glory hole was one of your secret kinks – always too shy to share with anyone you’d ever been intimate with. Even soft voyeurism suggestions like car sex while in your relationships gave you surprised and shocked looks. Tempering your appetites, you hid a part of yourself under lock and key until circumstances found you free again. Emboldened, excited for adventure, ready to shed the weight of judgment – you were finally going to try it out.

Your fantasy included either having your body used at a glory hole or visiting one to play at. Due to the stigma, glory holes became nearly extinct. In fact, you had to resort to using the internet to finding any, but thanks to the help of some kink friendly resources and associates, you found a list of the last remaining glory holes, and to your delight, it was a global map.

Deciding to cash in your hoarded holiday time at work, you booked a flight overseas to visit an online friend in the kink community you felt safe with. They offered to go with you as well, for the experience and to be your buddy in case things went wrong. It made you feel better, though you still felt timid as you parked in a dim parking lot adjacent to a nearly deserted beach.

The air was breezy but not too cold, just shy of the fall weather, and music was pounding from the shack down the beach. Some people filtered in and out, some smoked down by the shoreline, but the shack doors were always forcibly closed as soon as someone cleared the threshold.

Exhaling away your anxiety, you entered. Then you stepped through another double set of doors. Then you were inside.

Down the hallway were picture frames of the…options. None showed their faces, but they showed everything else. Magnificent physiques, sculpted bodies, chubby bodies, scarred bodies, eccentric styles, colorful hair and painted nails accessorized their bodies – but the draw of course, were their huge cocks.

Your jaw dropped – certain you’ve never seen them that big before. Under each frame was a short bio and the person’s house name, and what the list of kinks they were into. There were two options: glory hole, reverse glory hole.

“Some of our young stallions don’t mind showing their face,” a tall woman with an old-fashioned crown on her head walked towards them with a clipboard in hand. “Quincy, house madam. You’re in luck, a few of our studs are available.”

“Which ones?” your friend inquired.

Quincy’s hair bounced as she flounced to each picture frame, sometimes turning the frame to show a face. A man with long blue locks that partially covered his thorn tattoos, a man with a burned right arm and massive pecs with flowing blonde mane, a sculpted man so tall the picture was taken with a wide lens scope. A handful more were shown but your eyes stayed glued to the frame of the heavily scarred man with a metal prosthetic arm, bulging drool-inducing muscles on a buff frame, red happy trail that led down to his generously proportioned cock, framed with that same red hair.

The madam noticed your staring and with a smirk flipped the frame over. Revealing a gorgeous face with equally heavy scarring. Fiery red hair styled in tufts, heavy black eyeliner defined his sharp, golden eyes, and deep matte red lipstick gracing a handsome smile. Your heart was pounding.

“Would you like to use him?” Quincy asked. You nodded, unable to speak from such a parched mouth. “I’m sure he’ll be excited to meet you. If this is your first time, I’d recommend the reverse hole, especially with a beast like him.”

Sheer heat pooled between your legs as you nodded.

“Right this way.”

-- Quincy placed you in a small room that was partially lit with candles, peering at all the framed photos of The Bull as you undressed. You sat on the custom bench that was mounted to the partition wall – a large heart shaped hole in the wall with a harness to strap you in and hold your legs back.

“Ya’know the rules, darling?” a gruff voice came from the other side of the wall, making you jump in surprise. “The safe words an’ everything?”

You nodded before realizing he couldn’t see you, “Y-yes. The three color system: green for good, yellow for slow down, red for stop.”

“Thass’good lass. Was told this is y’first time in a place like this – don’t pretend you enjoy something if y’don’t. Say something, ya hear?”

“Y-yes.”

He let out a light chuckle, “Ooh a shy one eh? I’ll show ya a good time, don’t y’worry. Ready to strap in?”

“Uh, um one moment,” you gasp, suddenly feeling a bit overwhelmed. All you had to do was lay down on the bench, scoot your ass through the hole, put the harness around your thighs to keep you up, but you were moving sluggishly. Red flushing your body as you came to the precipice of a fantasy you had long suppressed, long been shamed for.

“Oi,” his voice was soft, “Having regrets?”

With a wavering voice you summarize the shame you felt and bad experiences, tears spilling down your face completely embarrassed.

“S’ok, darling. There’s no shame here,” he whispered. “Want me to strap you in?”

“Ye-yess, erm, is that…is that allowed?”

“TCH. O’course it’s allowed. I own the feckin place.”

You were surprised to find that the hollow partition wall had a door behind the floor length mirror so you jumped again when The Bull ducked inside your side of the room. His photos didn’t do him justice. He was practically a giant compared to you. Large limbed, every bit as good looking in the flesh, the way his eyes pierced you made you feel like you were seen for the first time. That you would be ok in his hands.

He held out his hand, a pleased grin curled on his face when you grabbed it. Gently shifting you down the cherry oak wood, massaging your bare bottom as he eased you into the opening, caressing your calves and thighs as he slipped on the harness straps.

“Thassa good lass indeed,” he purred, “So shy and obedient. I’ll give ya somethin’ special I don’t do for no one else if yer honest with me,” he said. With his flesh hand he cupped your mound, making you shudder and moan at the contact. “How’s it feel?”

“G-good!” you were breathless.

“Ya’ lyin?”

“No-no! I’m green, good to go!”

His face relaxed and he grinned again, “Good.” He then plunged a thick digit into your pussy making you clench and squeak in pleasure. He thrusted shallowly a few times before pulling out, wiping his finger down your body until he cupped your cheek. “I’m gonna have fun with ya. Pull more squeaks from ya, little mouse.”

He smashed his red lips into yours with ravenous need, leaving you panting and pleading for more. He pulled away with a teasing nip on your bottom lip, looking at you with a devious smirk. He leaned back down and pressed an open-mouth kiss on your neck, sucking it harshly to leave a mark.

“So everyone here knows you’re my little plaything,” He fondled one breast while he sucked the nipple of the other before leaving to his side again.

“Ready fer’me darling?” his voice was deeper, huskier.

“Yy-yes, I’m ready,” your hips wiggled impatiently.

“First things first, dirty girl,” he mocked you, lightly slapping a rubber packet on your clit making you arch your back. “I don’t shoot my load in ya unless y’buy me dinner first.”

Before you could giggle, you choked out a gasp as he rubbed his stiff cock between your folds, jutting against your clit. He teased you while muttering out all the things he would do to you, all the positions he’d have you in just to see your cute face pinched in ecstasy – you felt his metal hand slap the wall making it tremble. Rubbing his thumb on your clit with more pressure, keeping his tip at the edge of you entrance to feel you clench around nothing, so close to penetrating you but not quite there.

“Wassa mistake seein’ ya,” his voice sounded restrained, “I wanta bust on yer face instead of in this feckin rubber piece o’shit!”

You heard him loudly grunt as he sunk into you, pushing out all the air from your lungs. He was stretching you far beyond what you’ve ever experienced and despite it burning just a wee bit, the pleasure was far overtaking the minor pain. His fat cock pressed against all the right areas making you pulse on him, your legs shook against the restraints as you tried to wrap your thighs around his hips.

“Ahhh shit,” he growled, “So feckin tight! Ease up or I won’t last long darling!”

You thought you were answering but instead a wail was ripped from your throat as he changed his pace from rapid thrusting to long, slow strokes. Coaxing your orgasm while tempering his own. His painted nails dug into the back of your thigh as his metal fingers dug into the wooden wall, slowly denting with the mounting pressure he applied.

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been fucked so well, felt so full, felt like such a toy but still felt important enough to be taken care of. The Bull railed you over and over again, making it his personal mission to make sure you cum at least eight times before he was done with you.

“Thassa good pet!” he grunted after the seventh one. “Took me so well, d’ya want more special treatment?”

You babbled out what you hoped was a yes.

“Well well well, turns out you weren’t a wee mouse but a desperate bunny ready to be bred. Is’that what y’want darling? Want me to rip this condom off and bust on ya? Are you a kinky lass, wantin’ it inside ya? I think you’re a slutty little thing, slutty little bunny who wants m’cum dripping from her greedy hole. What’sit gonna be darling?”

“FU-FU FUCCCCKK MEEEE!!!!” you cried.

He hooted, “I already am darling!”

“FUUCK IT IN MEEEEEE!!!!”

“There’s my slutty bunny,” he grinned, and in one swift motion yanked the soiled rubber off his angry red cock, it bobbed in frustration at the sudden cool air and loss of tightness. With a moan, The Bull filled you up to the hilt in one swift thrust.

Shrieking at the overstimulation, your puffy clit throbbed against The Bull’s matted pubic hair as he ground into you. His forehead pressing into the wall as he bullied his cock into you deeper and deeper. Your toes curled as your last orgasm peaked, letting out a hoarse cry as your body shook from the heat that spread throughout you.

Your ears started ringing from the hazy pleasure that washed your body, vaguely aware of the man on the other side of the wall who was clutching your thighs and slamming his hips rabidly as he emptied himself inside you. Could hear his satisfied growl through the background noise, it sounded so far away and yet so near.

You came back to reality when you realized he was back in your side of the room, pulling your legs from the harness and wiping you down.

“There she is,” he grinned, “How’re ya feeling?”

“Go-good, no, fucking, fucking great,” you sigh tiredly.

“Heh, you look wiped out. You need to drink and eat. C’mon, I’m goin’ with ya.”

“You-you are?” you’re surprised as you pull your clothes on.

“Haah! Y’re takin’ me to dinner darling. I put a lotta work into rockin yer world, least ya could do is buy me a burger and beer! Learn my name or somethin’. Is’yer first time to this part of the world right? Y’ever hear about Sea-trowls?”

You hadn’t noticed before that his feet and hand had a hint of webbing between his digits, his feet themselves were shaped more like horse hooves. Despite the leather jacket he donned on, you could see the back of his neck seemed to glimmer, as if the skin on his back was less skin and more like scales.

“M’name’s Kid. What’s yers darling?”

11 tiles to go, 40 calls made so far.

[coldshrugs]

OC Smash or Pass

Rules: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc).

Thanks for tagging me @ghostwise :> 💗

I’ll tag @syrcus @scionshtola @lavampira @hythlodaes @lilas @galadae @bee-a-ts @abyssalmermaiden and anyone who’d like to join.

Io Laithe: The Propaganda

Quick Facts:

Height: 6'2 (plus ears)

Age: 36-37 in Dawntrail

Gender: cis woman

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: biromantic demisexual

Pros:

Flexible, literally and figuratively.

Comforting voice, whether speaking or singing.

Once she's comfortable, she doesn't take herself too seriously. Can be very funny.

Cares about her partner's needs and wants to make them happy.

L E G S

Gorgeous smile

Cons:

If you are a big boob enjoyer, sorry.

She's fine with silence, but that may be frustrating for others.

Struggles with anxiety.

Puts the needs of others before her own, maybe too often.

Large (nonsexual) bodycount (unless that's a pro for you, ofc)

Details:

Can play a few musical instruments.

Long and lean, toned muscle, strong arms and shoulders. Herbuild is influenced by archery and dance.

Not extremely confident, but that can be part of her charm factor.

Can be a bit oblivious to flirting. Not in a naive way, but she prefers to take people at face value.

Adventurous, not worried about being temporarily uncomfortable or dirty.

Prefers quiet displays of affection to large gestures

Sexually: versatile, playful. prefers soft, passionate encounters but doesn't mind being handled roughly. Likes an instruction, likes to tease and be teased.

Emotionally: needs a strong sense of connection to build attraction on. Prefers a stable commitment.

[sundewhasaudhd]

I'd love to hear your dsmp headcanons when you have the time!

YES

I have multiple notes on my Notes app for this moment

TW: mentions of suicide, mentions of starving oneself, mentions of self harm

Tommy: aroace, he/him, 17, 6’1”, AuDHD, anxiety, depression, PTSD, prosthetic leg. No voice claim yet. Very skinny and scrawny, like he would struggle to lift a gallon of milk. But also insanely fast. Demi god (through Kristen).

Tubbo: queer, trans ftm, he/bee, 18, 5’7”, AuDHD, dyslexia, PTSD, half blind. Voice claim: David from Hilda. Pretty buff, I’ve also been seeing I good amount of chubby c!Tubbo designs, so I might do that as well. Goat hybrid.

Ranboo: pan, enby, they/them+neos, 18, 8’5”, AuDHD, anxiety, depression, body dysphoria. Voice claim: Freckle from Lackadaisy. The most twink to ever twink, y’know, on account of being half enderman. Half enderman, half love god.

Wilbur: bi, he/him, 23, 6’6”, AuDHD, anxiety, depression, PTSD. Voice claim: Red Guy from DHMIS. Another twink. Doesn’t help that he barely eats most days (most of the time it’s just because of the ADHD, but he has tried to starve himself as an [unsuccessful] suicide attempt). Demi god (through Kristen).

Techno: aroace, he/him, 23, 6’3”, AuDHD, social anxiety, depression. Voice claim: Sun Wukong from LMK. Buff. That’s all I have to say. Piglin.

Phil: bi, polyamorous, he/him, immortal, 5’11”, damaged wings. Voice claim: Bandit from Bluey. Again, same as c!Techno. Buff. Human that was gifted immortality, pointy ears, crow wings, and stick antler thingys.

Jack: bi-curious, probably not cis, he/him, 19, 5’9”, AuDHD, probably physically disabled as well, I need to think about my c!Jack design some more. Voice claim: Gyro from DuckTales 2016. Cyborg.

Niki: bi, demigirl, she/they, 29, 5’6”, AuDHD, anxiety. Voice claim: Bubblegum from Adventure Time. Fat and buff. Half demon, half human.

Fundy: gay, trans ftm, he/him, 16, 6’3”, AuDHD, anxiety, dyslexia. Voice claim: Steven from Steven Universe Future. Half fox hybrid, half siren.

Eret: bi, polyamorous, genderfluid, any pronouns, immortal, 6’3”, AuDHD, dyslexia dyspraxia, depression. Voice claim: Aaravos from Dragon Prince. Pretty curvy. Semi god (child of a demi god, that demi god being Herobrine).

Foolish: pan, agender, he/they+neos, immortal, 7’8”. Voice claim: Raine from The Owl House. Buff. Demi god.

Charlie: aroace, agender, he/it, immortal, 5’9” AuDHD. No voice claim yet. CHONKY :D. Plus sized c!Charlie my beloved. Walking piece of goo Normal human.

Quackity: gay, ambiamorous, trans ftm, he/him, 21, 5’8”, depression, PTSD, half blind. Voice claim: Whizzer from Falsettos 2016. Duck hybrid.

Purpled: ace, polysexual, enby, they/he/star, 18, 5’8”. Voice claim: Louie from DuckTales 2016. Alien.

Punz: bi, agender, he/they, 25, 6’0”, ADHD. Voice claim: Zane from Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts. Gold hybrid.

Ponk: gay, transfem, genderfluid, any pronouns, she/he preference, 34, 5’7”, ADHD, prosthetic arm. Voice claim: Mikey from ROTTMNT. Half lemon fairy, half human.

Sam: omni, male preference, bigender, he/they, 35, 7’4”. Voice claim: Raph from ROTTMNT. Creeper hybrid.

Dream: unlabeled, he/they+neos, 23, 6’2”, ADHD. Voice claim: Macaque from LMK. “Powerless” god.

George: gay, transmasc, any pronouns, they/he preference, 24, 5’8”, autism. Voice claim: Philip from The Owl House. Half mushroom fairy, half human.

Sapnap: pan, ambiamorous, he/him, 21, 5’10”. Voice claim: Finn from Adventure Time. Pretty buff. Half demon, half human.

Karl: ace, polysexual, ambiamorous, he/swirl/pop, 21, 5’11”, AuDHD. Voice claim: Bow from She-Ra and the Princesses of Power reboot. Time noodle (idk wtf to call it).

Bad: bi, demisexual and romantic, he/they/it, 36, 9’6”. Voice claim: Moxxie from Helluva Boss. Demon.

Skeppy: gay, transmasc, demiboy, he/it, 34, 5’7”. Voice claim: Percy from Lightning Thief the Musical. Diamond hybrid.

Puffy: bi, transfem, any pronouns, she/her preference, 31, 6’9”, OCD, prosthetic leg. Voice claim: Annapantsu. Goat hybrid.

Hannah: lesbian, trans mtf, she/her, 22, 5’4”, damaged wings. Voice claim: Katara from ATLA. Rose fairy.

Aimsey: lesbian, enby, any pronouns, 20, 4’11”, AuDHD, uses a walking stick. Voice claim: Hilda from Hilda. Bunny hybrid.

Boomer: bi, trigender, he/they/she, 23, 5’9”, ADHD. Voice claim: Ed from The Owl House. Frog hybrid.

Connor: ace, gay, he/zap/blast, 22, 5’7”, autism. Voice claim: Sea Hawk from She-Ra and the Princesses of Power reboot. Time noodle (still don’t know what to call it).

Schlatt: gay, he/him, 36, 6’3”. Voice claim: Haymitch from The Hunger Games. Goat hybrid.

Michaelmcchill: bi, he/him, 33, 6’2”, autism. Voice claim: Jake from Adventure Time. Panther hybrid.

Eryn: bi, demiboy, he/they/sharp/it, 16, 5’10”, ADHD. Voice claim: Leo from ROTTMNT. Half demon, half human.

CPK: pan, genderfluid, he/they/she/it/swish, immortal, 6’4”. Voice claim: Terry from Dragon Prince. Kitsune.

Callahan: gay, he/him, immortal, 5’7”, mute. Voice claim: no one. He’s mute. Demi god.

Alyssa: lesbian, she/it, 24, 5’5”. Voice claim: Sasha from Amphibia. Some sort of hybrid, I haven’t decided yet.

Tina: bi, trans mtf, she/her, 23, 5’3”. Voice claim: Candy from Gravity Falls. Half demon, half human.

Antfrost: gay, he/him, 29, 5’7”. Voice claim: Adrien from Miraculous Ladybug. Cat hybrid.

Hbomb: gay, he/she, 17, 5’8”. Voice claim: Launchpad from DuckTales 2016. Cat hybrid.

Vikk: bi, he/him, 38, 5’8”. Voice claim: Mr. Boonchuy from Amphibia. Parrot hybrid.

Lazar: probably queer in some way, he/him, 63, 5’10”. Voice claim: Fergus McDuck from DuckTales 2016. Gingerbread man.

Miscellaneous headcanons:

Cuddling with Quackity helps Wilbur sleep.

Whenever Tommy or Wilbur think about death, they play with the white streak in their hair 

When Dream was little, he used to draw his smile (TM) on stuff to “claim it”. Like, toys and shit like that.

The Syndicate gave each other hair styling tips.

The reason Quackity always wears a beanie is to cover his ears. For trauma reasons.

Tommy’s cardigan is made of Friend’s wool.

Sometimes Fundy, Foolish, and Sam spend the night at Las Nevadas, so they all have their own rooms there.

When Purpled winks, he winks both eyes on one side.

Karl has a bunch of those goofy ahh socks with like, fruit on them. You know want I’m talking about.

Dream’s birth name is Clay but he changed once more people started arriving in the SMP.

Techno plays violin and is teaching Ranboo.

Dream’s walking speed is the same as the speed walking of everyone else.

Bee duo wears their rings on their horns because Tubbo’s ring finger is busted and they wanted to match.

Fundy calls Eret dad, but not Wilbur. (Rip)

Ranboo’s a soprano.

Aimsey’s hair turns white in the winter.

Burger duo have to keep an eye on each other when they use knifes at the van. For… reasons.

Peer pressure duo practice controlled breathing together.

Techno’s bruh is a vocal stim.

Little Fundy used to jokingly bow at Eret.

Techno has reading glasses.

Techno’s hair gets really tangly if he doesn’t brush it after a day.

Callahan uses ASL to communicate and Alyssa’s his translator.

All of the fandom songs are written by the characters.

Ghostbur put stickers on his guitar.

Tubbo played softball/baseball growing up.

When Dream was in prison, he tallied the days he was there in the shape of a smile.

Wilbur sings and plays guitar to help Tommy fall asleep.

Charlie cries “human bits”.

Bad became really against swearing after he adopted Sapnap.

Wilbur taught Quackity how to play guitar.

Sam just saw George and Quackity all alone on the street and just adopted them.

Dream wears contacts.

Purpled’s UFO crashed on Earth when he was a little, so they don’t really remember anything about his home planet .

Tommy watches Bluey.

Tommy mainly listens to audiobooks.

Aimsey draws on their arm.

Kristen gave Phil immortality so they could always be together, but that caused him to only have one live.

Puffy and Schlatt are half siblings.

Quackity has a Medusa tattoo .

Before Quackity gave everyone in Las Nevadas rooms, Purpled slept in the van with Wilbur.

Boomer watches MHA.

Dream got a spider web tattoo on his elbow after prison break.

Hannah watches Miraculous.

Jack made Tommy and Wilbur matching chats.

It doesn’t matter how much sleep he actually got, Wilbur looks tired no matter what.

Fundy listens to the High School Musical soundtrack.

Karl was/is in the WoF and Warrior Cats fandoms.

Tommy sings Welcome Home and My L’Manburg to himself to help him fell asleep and/or destress.

Niki taught Tommy how to sew after Exile.

Every time Jack loses a life, he becomes more cyborg.

Phil started growing his hair out after Techno died.

Wilbur is that one annoying ass person that sings happy birthday well (everyone knows you’re not supposed to sing happy birthday well).

Wilbur masked for most of his time on the SMP (especially during the elections and Pogtopia) and only really unmasked after the people he was really close with.

Dream has retractable fingernail claws because of his limited shapeshifting abilities.

Sally and Milo are besties.

That’s it. I hope you like em :3

[gatoluva]

A Shrunken Traveler

G/T Scaramouche Fic - SFW

My apologies if this isn’t my best writing, I’m currently obsessing over him so… had to crank something out to cure myself. Please request for other characters if you wish to see content of them too.

It was just a normal day for you really, you went about your usual adventuring- fighting off hilichurls, enemies, and such. You were off looking for some resources for a few friends of yours, but that came to a stop when you were interrupted by a fatui agent, this wasn’t unusual to happen- but there was something strange about the potion the bandits around him splashed at you. However, you quickly whipped up the battle, scoffing at the agent.

“I thought you’d know better by now…?” You said while you rolled your eyes at them. You grabbed your bag of the resources that you had collected, pocketing a few from the fallen agents and bandits around, and decided to head back to the place you were staying at in Sumeru. It was a nice evening, but on your way back you can’t help but feel drowsiness…? Assumingly, you think it’s because it’s late and you did a lot of fighting- that’s normal to drain you out, but that assumption is proven wrong as there is a tight pull at every single muscle in your body. Your joints felt like they were being caved in and put pressure on, it was nothing but pain for a minute or two until you passed out on the trail. Your bag of resources dropped beside you as you collapsed, and you dozed off.

You slept peacefully for a while, but something began to wake you up. A strange, loud thundering noise. Your eyes slowly opened, it felt like you were shaken every time that noise appeared, and you looked around. All you could see as you looked up was the sky, and the sky was clear- it wasn’t raining or thundering or anything. This confused you until the thundering noise got closer and shook you more roughly. You scrambled to sit up, but once you did your head ached and your eyes widened at how huge and far everything surrounding you looked. What the hell?

Suddenly, one big foot lands beside you, throwing sand toward what you realize is your small being, and you can’t help but feel anxiety in your gut, an irritating gnawing feeling of fear.

“Well, well, well, traveler. I think I’ve gained the right to refer to you as an unsightly insect now.”

A familiar voice boomed, the words they selected were familiar, and intimidating for you at this size. You decided to look up, slowly tilting your head back- but oh did it pain your neck to go that far, as you looked up you couldn’t make out a face, but you made out a familiar figure. You absolutely knew who loomed over you, but just in time to confirm your suspicions- he faced down, looking at you with a smug smirk.

“How rude of you to ignore me, traveler,” Scaramouche commented, tapping his foot once which shook you again. He scoffed a laugh, a bit embarrassed for you actually- how can you be so easily to shake with a singular foot tap?

“Don’t hurt me-“ you yelled up at him, if anyone would hurt you, you felt as if it would be likely to be him. Even if the wanderer was on a path to being a ‘new person’ you knew exactly the things he was capable of and how mischievous the man could be

The wanderer rolled his eyes, “You’re so uptight, you’re not worthy of being hurt- so don’t worry about it,” he said with that tone of irritation. His shadow grew bigger over you as he lowered himself, crouching on top of you. You got up to your feet, backing up some so you weren’t directly under the giant, being in that position had your anxiety levels rising ridiculously fast.

“Well, good…” you replied, looking away from the giant. Scaramouche sighed while scrutinizing you, “If I were you I’d be indefinitely embarrassed, you should just hide from the world at this size, this just spells danger…” he commented. You looked back up at him, rushing a hand to your neck to comfort the ache that started.

“I can’t just… hide away from the world…? I have to find my sibling,” you said- slightly annoyed he’d even suggest that. Scaramouche rolled his eyes and brought a finger down towards you, immediately you felt your heart race as his finger towered over you and came towards you, poking you. “And you think you can accomplish that at the size of an unworthy, disgusting, little pest?” The purple-haired man asked.

Every single word he spoke that ‘described you’ immediately grows the fear inside of you, out of all people to run into… you ran into Scaramouche, great. You hesitated your response, feeling kind of sad at that, how would you find your sibling at this size? You probably couldn’t take on an enemy anymore. “Well- I-“ you were interrupted, Scaramouche mocked you, “You- uh- you- uh- what- you-“ he laughed as he mocked your stuttering, poking you again and forcing you to fall and land on your rear. “Pathetic, you can’t do anything, traveler, what a shame you won’t be the hero everyone knows you as any longer.”

You landed on your rear, oh that stings to fall so quickly and roughly. The wanderer’s words have your waterline producing slight tears, everything before you becomes a blurry canvas almost as you almost begin to cry. The wanderer widened his eyes at your silence, oh Archons. “Hey- wait, don’t get all upset with me? I was just teasing you…” he tries and suddenly scoops you up in his hands. “Just because you’re tiny- I’m not gonna treat you any different, got that, spec?” He confirmed, raising an eyebrow at you and squinting his eyes.

You felt the roughness of his palm suddenly scoop you up, holding you close to his face- every word he spoke you felt his breath wash up against you. Of course, he wouldn’t be gentle despite your situation, typical for him. “Would you at least protect me…? I can’t protect myself anymore if I’m this size forever…” you requested, he immediately looked annoyed that you’d even request that.

It takes a beat for him to respond, looking away and furrowing his brows until he finally lands his gaze upon you again. “If you run off on me- that’s your fault- I’ll do what I can to protect you, I guess, but you better behave. I’m not here to babysit you, you’re expected to do most things on your own, I’ll only be here to protect you,” he warned.

It felt so pressuring that you had guidelines such as those to follow, but what could you expect from Scaramouche? You sighed and nodded, “Then I got it,” you finally replied to the question before that. Scaramouche nods, “As you should,” then looks over his person deciding where he shall store you. “I’ve got to actually do a few things, so you’ll have to be brought along unfortunately… you know, since I didn’t do something stupid and got myself shrunken?” He teased, then while looking down he spotted the bag of goodies. “I’ll be taking that, might need it,” Scara added and picked up the bag of resources. “As for you, I guess I can shove you in my pocket- no talking on the way there, I can’t stand your tiny voice,” he demands as he shoved you carelessly into his pocket.

And traveling with the giant wanderer you go…

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Video Game Track Bracket Round 1

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FFXIVWrite2024 : Masterpost Prompt 2 : Horizon Title : Everyday's An Adventure Summary : It not like Kit to be up before Olly, but today is an exciting day - they're finally leaving for Tural!

[Read below, or over on AO3]

Kit emerges from the bathroom, hair still wet after her shower, and toothbrush still in her mouth as she’s not done brushing, as she frowns at Olly, still sound asleep. She gives him a gentle but firm shake. Nothing. Sighing, she returns to the bathroom. It's not every day you'll see her up and about before him, and even though they have plenty of time before they have to be anywhere, Kit was like a kid at Starlight Celebration. She'd hardly slept due to her excitement, and now that the sun was just about up, she'd decided they should be up too.

After finishing with her teeth, she returns to Olly's bedside, shaking him with both hands this time. He groans a little, and she groans back at him in frustration as she shakes him again. Today, they were off to new horizons! Somewhere even Kit hasn’t been: The New World, Tural!

"Lets gooo!" She insists, climbing onto the bed and straddling him just so she can shake him more vigorously.

Olly yawns, trying to turn over only to realize she's preventing him from doing so. He peeks at her with one eye open, surprised to see her already dressed, and then tries to drift back to sleep.

"Geddup!" Kit bounces, droplets from her hair showering down on him. "Geddup! Geddup! Geddup!"

"Geddoff!" He eventually replies.

"No!"

"Well, then I won't be going anywhere."

"Ollyyy!!" She groans at him, shaking him again.

"I can't go anywhere with you sitting on me, can I?" He teases, stretching before yawning once more and opening his eyes finally.

Kit hops off, grabbing the bed sheet and attempting to pull it off him.

"Are you even packed yet?" Olly asks as he sits up and swings his legs over the edge of the bed.

"I travel light!" Kit replies proudly. "Everything I need fits right in here." She taps a small bag strapped to her thigh, grinning widely.

Olly sighs. He knew it'd be down to him to back an actual travel bag - and luckily, he'd already done it. All that was left to do was throw in a toothbrush, hairbrush, and the likes of things he had yet to use this morning. But before he can even get his mental checklist in order, Kit's yanking at one of his arms to hurry him up. Best to just go with it. Mostly.

As he stands, and she begins ushering him towards to the bathroom, he plays at being more asleep than he really is, pretending to be confused as to which way he should be going until she gets behind him and starts pushing him forward - which of course, he resists somewhat, forcing Kit to put more effort into this than she really needs to. Until he jolts forward just enough that the force behind her pushing almost knocks her off her feet. And with a quick turn and a kiss to her forward, Olly disappears into the bathroom, leaving Kit a little stunned as a blush creeps onto her cheeks.

They've been together a good while now, but Olly still manages to catch her off-guard. It took Kit a long time to really settle into things, and even though her anxieties around relationships may never truly fizzle-out, she's reached a stage of contentment with Olly that she never thought possible.

Her ears turn to the sound of the shower as it interrupts her thoughts, and she notices the steam coming from the bathroom. Olly had left the door ajar. Her pupils dilate as the temptation calls to her.

No. She shakes her head. She’s fully dressed and ready to g-

Oh, who is she trying to kid!? Of course that mischievous grin sets-in as she not-so-sneakily makes her way into the bathroom, flinging her clothes out the door, and tackling Olly in the shower.

[punkeropercyjackson]

Before i forget again,here's the Flowerghost(Jason Todd and Miles Morales)parallels + They are BROTHERS and Jason's a canon pedophile killer so fuck off if you ship him with canon minors

Black and red-coded

Genius'

Nerdy interests(classical literature for Jason,anime for Miles and video games for both)

Caused great controversy for taking over longheld mantles because of being minorities(Jason poor,Miles afrolatino)but are now widely beloved

Mama's boys and the mom's in question have brown hair and a deep grip on their cultures in a positive way when the writers aren't being ass

Can't flirt but have big rizz

Type in women is woc(Gwen is Miles' only white girl one and to me she acts more black mixed than anything else and imma do my own thing like Miles and say she's canon afrolatina + Jason's never shown interest in white girls fullstop and actively rejected Kory specifically because they deblackified her)

Poor social skills

Very similar sense of humor

The guy they're closest to is a black troubled kid who grew up in a dystopia but only let that make him kind and optimistic,an instigator and a freedom fighter on a team that all share a title(Duke and Hobie).Do not come at me with 'Hobie is Miles' older brother' bs though,that's Jason's job and Hobie is Miles' boygirlfriend

And the other person they're closest to is a black biracial girl with a ghost motif and abusive dad who's also a pastel punk,very sweet and tender but also has anger issues and no hesitance to get brutal in fights and is their counterpart yet also their foil(Stephanie and Gwen + Imma also do my own thing with Stephanie because people think she actually takes pride in being blonde for some reason + This is reverse of the above because i'm a Ghostflower lover and a J*ysteph hater out of reading comprehension)

Eh,i'm gonna say it-They're both afro-caribbean and nonblacks and gringos can't stop me since they love lying about Jason's canon traits but get upset when comics readers tell the truth about him and my take actually makes a lot of sense with him unlike theirs and i've got like every fellow afrolatino DC fan agreeing with me on it anyway

Autistic,adhd and anxiety-coded with trans swag that can be read in any direction

When they were 15,they went to a far off place to find themselves thanks to an important woman in their lives only for it to turn out she was betraying him and this caused a major shift in their narrative-Although Miles was lucky enough to have his be with good intentions while Jason's very much did not

Robin!Jason was a soft ray of sunshine boy like Miles is and Miles G is a goth asshole and a vigilante to cope with trauma like Red Hood!Jason is.He even has green eyes like he does which is very interesting and fitting difference

If we're being specific with Eras:Into=80s Batman,Across=A Death in The Family,Miles G becoming The Prowler=Lost Days,Beyond=Under The Red Hood and Spidey and His Amazing Friends=Wayne Family Adventures(but good)

Not quite the same thing but their animal variants are a cat and a dog so they match

This

[corrodedcoffinfest]

Week Four: Masterlist

Week Four is over! We're almost finished now. I appreciate your participation so much! This week, we covered 7 prompts and there were 60 total entries: 56 Fics Written, 2 Pieces of Art & 2 Other Works submitted.

Don't forget there is also an AO3 Collection if you'd like to use it!

Color-Coded Ratings Key: General, Teen, Mature, Explicit.

Day Twenty-One: Hate This Town

Fic Submissions:

JULY 21: hate this town by @the-unforgivenn | Rating: M | WC: 982 | CW: Angst, situationship between Eddie and unnamed fem!character, Gareth’s attempt at dad jokes | Tags: Eddie, Jeff, and Gareth

stuck for a while by @steddieas-shegoes | Rating: T | WC: 521 | CW: angst with an ambiguous ending | Tags: band breakup, good uncle wayne munson, eddie pov

It Was His Year by @thisapplepielife | Rating: M | WC: 1000 | CW: Slightly Graphic Imagery, Blood, Injuries | POV: Gareth | Pairing: Steddie (If You Squint) | Tags: Missing Scene S4 Finale, Evacuation, Canon Divergence, Eddie Munson Lives

Back home by @medusapelagia | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: f word, homophobia | Pairing: Eddie & Gareth, Eddie & Wayne, mention of Steve/Eddie

Corroded Coffin Fest - Day 21 - Hate This Town by @jo-harrington | Rating: T | WC: 999 | CW: Angst, Friendship, Homesickness, Reconciliation, Open-Ended | Tags: The one where Corroded Coffin learns that life sucks no matter where you live

Day 21: Hate This Town by @munson-blurbs | Rating: G | WC: 638 | CW: allusion to poverty, school anxiety, 10-year-old Eddie Munson (Bug's writing about Eddie and Wayne? Shocking) | Tags: Eddie Munson, Wayne Munson, music, guitar

We're Stuck Here by @corroded-hellfire | Rating: T | WC: 998 | CW: Language, allusions to death | Pairing: Allusions to previous Eddie x *surprise character*

Town Called Malice by @dreamwatch | Rating: T | WC: 999 | CW: hospitals, mention of injuries | POV: Gareth | Pairing: None | Tags: angst, good uncle Wayne Munson, friendship

Day Twenty-Two: AU Fic Submissions

pop goes metal by @steddieas-shegoes | Rating: T | WC: 964 | CW: language | Tags: famous corroded coffin, pop star steve harrington, flirting, getting together

Corroded Coffin Fest - Day 22 - Alternate Universe by @jo-harrington | Rating: T | WC: 993 | CW: DnD References, DnD AU, Fantasy/Adventure AU, Origin Story | Tags: It's a dark and stormy night, and a certain musician is looking to get out of the rain.

Rough and Rowdy Ways by @thisapplepielife | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: Language | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Van Tour, Known Destroyers of Hotels, Motel Desk Clerk Steve Harrington, Meet Cute

We're a Metal Band by @rip-quizilla | Rating: T | WC: 996 | Tags: Bartender!Eddie Munson, Dustin, Will, Lucas and Mike are all in a band together, Eddie has a soft spot for these kids in every AU

JULY 22: alternate universe by @the-unforgivenn | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: Strong language, snarky Dustin Henderson, but what else is new | Tags: Bartender!Eddie Munson, Dustin, Will, Lucas and Mike are all in a band together, Eddie has a soft spot for these kids in every AU

Computer Love by @dreamwatch | Rating: T | WC: 995 | CW: None | POV: Steve | Pairing: pre-Steddie| Tags: IT Crowd AU, banter, my attempt at humour

Day 22: Alternate Universe by @munson-blurbs | Rating: M | WC: 754| CW: Misery AU, stalker!Reader, mention of S4 events, allusion to violence | Tags: Eddie Munson, stalker!Reader, Misery

Settle For This by @thisapplepielife | Rating: E | WC: 1000 | CW: Sex Acts, One F-Slur, Abuse of Power (Eddie's Not Mad At It), Brief Reference to Recreational Drug Use (Weed) | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Eddie x Gator, Minor Steddie Mention | Tags: Modern AU, Fuck The Police, Literally, Blowjob, Semi-Public Sex, But No Speeding Tickets Here

Munson Magic by @corroded-hellfire | Rating: T | WC: 998 | CW: None | Pairing: Eddie x Nancy, mention of Nancy x Billy | Tags: Harry Potter AU

Day Twenty-Three: Up and Coming Fic Submissions

like i'm fuckin' in an elevator by @steddieas-shegoes | Rating: E | WC: 993 | CW: public sex | Tags: established steddie, dirty talk, blowjob, gareth is sick of their shit

Room 1011 - Eddie by @thisapplepielife | Rating: E | WC: 1000 | CW: Sex | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Famous Corroded Coffin, Touring, Winding Down After The Gig, Long-Term Relationship, Road Manager Steve Harrington

Room 1013 - Goodie by @thisapplepielife | Rating: E | WC: 1000 | CW: Sex, Under-Negotiated Kink (Including Unexpectedly Being Called Daddy), Mentions of Weight (Not Derogatory, Just Not Ignored) | POV: Goodie | Pairing: Goodie/OC (Female) | Tags: Famous Corroded Coffin, Winding Down After The Gig, One Night Stand, Mr. Goodie's Wild Ride

Room 1015 - Gareth by @thisapplepielife | Rating: E | WC: 1000 | CW: Sex | POV: Gareth | Pairing: Gareth/Di (OC) | Tags: Famous Corroded Coffin, Touring, Winding Down After The Gig, New and Exciting Love

Room 1017 - Jeff by @thisapplepielife | Rating: E | WC: 1000 | CW: Sex | POV: Jeff | Pairing: Jeff/Unnamed OFC | Tags: Famous Corroded Coffin, Touring, Road Manager Steve Harrington, Winding Down After The Gig, One Night Stand

Herding Cats by @thisapplepielife | Rating: M | WC: 1000 | CW: Talk of Previous Sex, Brief Teasing about Daddy Kink, Minor Appearance by Billy | POV: Steve | Pairing: Steddie, Platonic Stobin, Minor Others | Tags: Road Manager Steve Harrington, Having to Herd These Assholes, Like Cats, Famous Corroded Coffin, The Morning After a Show

Corroded Coffin Fest - Day 23 - Up and Coming by @jo-harrington | Rating: T | WC: 752 | CW: Angst? But then happiness? Eddie Munson sad-sackery turned into perseverance and joy | Tags: Eddie wasn't used to success.

Day 23: Up and Coming by @munson-blurbs | Rating: E | WC: 472 | Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female!Reader | CW: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), oral (m! receiving), praise, semi-public sexual activities, sorry I was feral | Tags: Eddie Munson, reader-insert, smut, rockstar

Make Some Noise by @corroded-hellfire | Rating: M | WC: 999 | CW: smut, p in v, unprotected (wrap it up), oral, f receiving | Pairing: Eddie x Reader

Mine is Yours by @dreamwatch | Rating: T | CW: None | POV: Eddie | Pairing: None | Tags: Fluff, good Uncle Wayne, good nephew Eddie, the Munsons

JULY 23: up and coming by @the-unforgivenn | Rating: M | WC: 997 | CW: Suggestive content, especially near the end | Tags: Corroded Coffin, Eddie x Fem!Reader

Day Twenty-Four: Behind the Scenes Fic Submissions

just make the tik tok by @steddieas-shegoes | Rating: T | WC: 880 | CW: none | Tags: famous corroded coffin, modern au, frankie is anti-tik tok

JULY 24: behind the scenes by @the-unforgivenn | Rating: E | WC: 999 | CW: Explicit sexual content, p in v sex, dirty talk | Tags: Gareth x afab!reader

Corroded Coffin Fest - Day 24 - Behind the Scenes by @jo-harrington | Rating: T | WC: 983 | CW: Older!Corroded Coffin, Set sometime in the 2000s, 1st Person POV, News Article, Reference to Day 23 Up and Coming, friendship

If It Makes You Happy by @thisapplepielife | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: Language | POV: Goodie (Freak) | Pairing: Goodie/OFCs, Minor Steddie | Tags: 1990s, Touring Corroded Coffin, Superstitions, Goodie Just Wants To Go To This By Himself, But No, Fucking Road Manager Steve Harrington

fun to be famous by @runninriot | Rating: M | WC: 1000 | cw: language | tags: famous Corroded Coffin, musicians Jeff, Gareth and Frank, frontman Eddie Munson, model Steve Harrington, the 'struggles' and perks of being famous

Day 24: Behind the Scenes by @munson-blurbs | Rating: T | WC: 701 | Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader | CW: Eddie's got a crush, theatre girl!Reader, reader wears a dress, one dirty joke thanks to Gareth | Tags: Eddie Munson, Gareth, Grant, Jeff, theatre girl!Reader, Principal Higgins

Exposure by @dreamwatch | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: scars, ableism, facial differences seen negatively by others (a photographer) | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: emotional hurt/comfort, photoshoots

Corroded Chaos @corroded-hellfire | Rating: G | WC: 997 | CW: None | Pairing: None (this is pre-Reader x Eddie)

Day Twenty-Five: Gareth Fic Submissions

a lot alike by @steddieas-shegoes | Rating: T | WC: 997 | CW: mention of shitty parenting | Tags: side steddie, gareth and eddie are best friends, post vecna

JULY 25: gareth by @the-unforgivenn | Rating: M | WC: 769 | CW: Dirty, slightly pervy!Gareth, or maybe just super-forward!Gareth, the consequence of being Rockstar!Gareth? Anyway. He fantasizes things. Nothing too explicit, though. Mentions of alcohol and sports (I can’t help it) | Tags: Gareth x Mom!Reader (heh)

Corroded Coffin Fest - Day 25 - Gareth by @jo-harrington | Rating: T | WC: 996 | CW: Origins, Teen angst, Growing Up, FOI references (Ronnie) but also some non-compliance to FOI (just...gonna skip the painful bits)

Oh My, Good Lord by @thisapplepielife | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: Language | POV: Gareth | Pairing: Gareth/Di (OC), Background Steddie | Tags: Future Fic, Retired Corroded Coffin, TikTok Trends, Who Can You Traumatize If Not Your Friends?

Day 25: Gareth by @munson-blurbs | Rating: T | WC: 496 | Pairing: none | CW: parental conflict, anxiety, mention of financial troubles, mention of drinking | Tags: Eddie Munson, Gareth, friendship

Twisted Sister @corroded-hellfire | Rating: T | WC: 995 | CW: None | Pairing: Slight Gareth x OC

Art Submissions

Kiss Post-Concert by @alicetallula | GreatWise - Kiss Post-Concert

Day 25: “Gareth” by @luciferssworld | Day 25: “Gareth”

Other Submissions:

Gareth Emerson: Fluff Alphabet @hawkinsmafia | Other Type: Character Alphabet | Rating: G | CW: mention of Gareth and reader having sex (not described), allusion to Gareth giving oral (not described), brief mention of the existence of violent homophobia (not described) | Pairing: Gareth Emerson x reader (no assumed gender)

Day Twenty-Six: Tour Date Fic Submissions

wrong date by @steddieas-shegoes | Rating: T | WC: 890 | CW: mild language | Tags: famous corroded coffin, jeff's dad finally accepts he has a rockstar son

JULY 26: tour date by @the-unforgivenn | Rating: E | WC: 1000 | CW: Sexual content - briefly mentioned oral (m receiving) and sexual intercourse, vomit, pre-show anxiety, Gareth Emerson's temper | Tags: Corroded Coffin and two gn!groupies

Corroded Coffin: Choose Your Own Adventure by @thisapplepielife | Rating: M | WC: 1000 | CW: Language | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie (If You Choose Certain Routes) | Tags: Choose Your Own Adventure, Interactive Fiction, Help Eddie Make Decisions on How to End His Night After a Gig

Corroded Coffin Fest - Day 26 - Tour Date by @jo-harrington | Rating: T | WC: 998 | CW: Silliness and Shenanigans, Boys Will Be Boys Nonsense

Day 26: Tour Date by @munson-blurbs | Rating: T | WC: 724 | Pairing: Rockstar!Eddie x Mom!Reader | CW: angst, hurt/no comfort, Eddie and Reader are married with a daughter, he ran away this time | Tags: Eddie Munson, Mom!Reader, Disney World, angst, hurt/no comfort

Let The Bodies Hit The Floor by @dreamwatch | Rating: M | WC: 1000 | CW: racism, violence, use of the C word| POV: Gareth | Pairing: None | Tags: mosh pits, rough gigs, fighting, band vs the world, run on sentences

Nothin' But a Good Time @corroded-hellfire | Rating: T | WC: 998 | CW: None | Pairing: Eddie x Reader

Other Submissions:

Funko Corroded Coffin by @thisapplepielife | A diorama of a tour date for the Funko Pop versions of Corroded Coffin.

Day Twenty-Seven: You'll Be in My Heart Fic Submissions

you'll be in my heart always by @steddieas-shegoes | Rating: G | WC: 777 | CW: none | Tags: modern au, famous corroded coffin, married steddie, steddie dads

JULY 27: you'll be in my heart by @the-unforgivenn | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: Loss of a pet, grief, strong language | Tags: Corroded Coffin

You Love Me, Now Act Like It by @thisapplepielife | Rating: M | WC: 1000 | CW: Language, Mention of Weed | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie, Gareth/Di (OC), Previous Steve/Di (OC) | Tags: Bickering, Fools Being Fools, Love Quadrangle, Not Really, But Gareth Sure Wants to Whine About the Past a Lot

Corroded Coffin Fest - Day 27 - You'll Be in My Heart by @jo-harrington | Rating: T | WC: 964 | Pairing: Eddie Munson x Store Manager!Reader | CW: Friendship, fluff, allusion to sex, discussion of marriage

Day 27: You'll Be in My Heart by @munson-blurbs | Rating: M | WC: 729 | Pairing: None | CW: canon-compliant, Eddie's funeral, dead dove!!! | Tags: Eddie Munson, Gareth, Grant, Jeff, Jeff's POV, Metallica, Corroded Coffin, funeral, death

I'm Not Crying, You're Crying (Eddie Cries While Watching Tarzan) by @rip-quizilla | Rating: T | WC: 653 | Tags: College!Corroded Coffin, crying, Eddie thinking about motherhood and the role it's played in his life, surprise at the end. It's an AU... but not the way you might think.

Until Next Time @corroded-hellfire | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: None | Pairing: Eddie x Reader | Tags: Time is running out to tell Eddie how you feel.

[roguelioness]

fables from the field

[written for ffxivwrites2024]

Day 1: Steer

Rating: G Words: 1103 Pairing: none

The carriage veers to the right as the lalafellin driver steers his placid chocobos around a particularly large rock.

The grizzled peddler – Brendt, she recalls – sways, grunting loudly as he rights himself. The sound isn't enough to disturb the only other travelers, young twins she can only tell apart by the color of their outfits; they slumber on undisturbed, blissfully unaware of the change in scenery.

No longer are they within the verdant canopy of the Black Shroud; the green has given way to dry ochre dust and grizzled shrubs, the few trees scattered about as weathered yet unyielding.

The ball of anxiety that has been incessantly bouncing around her stomach grows bigger and heavier. She's been to Thanalan before, but as always, there's something about the arid landscape that’s unsettling. Throat suddenly dry, she takes a generous swig of water from her canteen, but it does little to steady her. The side-eye glances the peddler keeps directing her way do nothing for her nerves; she has half a mind to keep his eyes to himself lest she divest him of them-

Her head starts to throb unpleasantly, the ache a familiar, unwelcome one. Behind her tightly-shut eyelids she sees the figure again, black-robed and hooded, a grotesquely malevolent red mark appearing where his face should be… 

It lasts only a few seconds, but it feels like hours when she opens her eyes again, fingers desperately gripping the cushioned seat in a bid to ground herself. 

Five years has she been plagued with visions that make no sense, and she has told not a soul about them. Even though she wonders about who the being is, she knows those dreams – for surely they must be dreams? – are best left alone.

“So,” Brendt asks. “What's yet tale then, lass? Ye seem mighty nervous for an adventurer.”

Alyzen doesn't know how to react to that. How exactly can she summarize the strangeness of her life? Borne of a land that she could not call home, raised amidst a select few, forced to shoulder the hopes and dreams of other people…

It could not be unusual that she would rebel against it, could it? For years now she'd dreamed of seeking out her own path and walking along it. And now, when she is at last free to do so… she cannot falter. She will not falter. 

“Not much of a talker, eh?” Brendt clicks his tongue, clearly disappointed. 

You should always be gathering information, Alyzen. The smallest, most innocuous morsel might be worth all the gil in the world – or your life.

“Oh, I was woolgathering,” she smiles. “Aye, I'm an adventurer. Heard there was work to be found in Ul’dah, so I thought I'd try my luck.” 

Better a half-truth than admitting that my interest lies in the Thaumaturges Guild.

“Your first visit, then?”

“Aye. Have you been there often?” It's enough to have him burst into a detailed explanation of the politics – Royalists and Monetarists, people with the kind of power and wealth she could never achieve, why should she be concerned about them? The question lingers on her tongue, but she doesn't ask it, just tucks the information away. He also tells her more relevant information, warning her about the Brass Blades (how wonderful, she thinks sarcastically, to have to worry about obtaining coin and worry about being able to keep it) and the city’s struggle against the lizardfolk Amal’jaa (That might be worth looking into. Conflict means there's need for experienced fighters)

As they get closer to the city, the refugee camps – slums, more like – start to appear. Some are little more than threadbare canvas help up by wooden sticks, while others have been cobbled together from the remains of broken down carts and some crudely hewn stone. 

People of all ages mill about, sunken-cheeked and sullen-eyed, eyeing their carriage with a great deal of interest – and more than a few gaze at the sacks loaded on the back with barely-concealed greed.

“They don't let refugees into the city of late,” Brendt remarks somberly. “There’s a lot of clamor with folks saying the refugees are the reason for more crime. It be a rough situation all around, mind. Might be five years gone since Dalamud fell, but Twelve knows things ain't how they used to be for a lot of folks.”

Alyzen makes a vague noise of agreement, her eyes busy scanning the many faces to see if there are any that are familiar. 

It had been difficult – not to mention unpleasant – leaving the Resistance. There had been many unkind words said, several threats made, and she's all too aware of just how fanatical some of the members can get. There's an Ala Mhigan group in Thanalan, that much she knows, and if any of them recognize her it could mean trouble.

While there seem to be a few Highlanders around, she can't tell if they're Ala Mhigan or not. I wish Hyden were here. He's much better at recognizing Resistance members than I am.

And for good reason. Her best friend – and ex-husband, it still feels strange to acknowledge him as such – was half-garlean, and only barely tolerated by his own family. He'd had to learn how to identify friend from foe very young; how many times had he been dealt violence simply for the circumstances of his birth?

Their marriage has been her idea. A way for the both of them to flee a world that had brought them much misery. For months they had wandered around, trying to avoid their former friends and family, doing all they could to scrounge up the gil they needed to just survive. 

But he's now settled in Limsa, content in his culinary training, while she…

She gnaws on her lip. What does she want, beyond seeing the world? 

It should scare her, not knowing the answer. And yet… there's relief in ignorance. Relief in knowing that whatever she does will be of her own choice, and not set by the expectations of others.

In the distance, Ul’dah rises, large and lavish, its many domes gleaming in the sun. Ornate mosaics of marble and semi-precious stones line the roofs of several buildings; she gets the impression of wealth and prosperity, of abundance and excess.

The carriage comes to a halt, the birds squawking with pleasure as the driver offers them bags of seed. Alyzen slings her pack onto her shoulders and stares at the path leading up to the portcullis.

Here is where she will find answers. This is where her journey begins.

Alyzen smiles, and takes her first step into the city.

[razzberrydazz]

Neurodivergence and mental illness headcanons and analysis with the BG3 cast! All of them have trauma there's no way any of them are totally mentally well (NONE of them are mentally fully well, being an adventurer is traumatic in and of itself).

Shadowheart and Astarion both have Borderline Personality Disorder undoubtedly to me, with Shart also having an extra dose of anxiety and depression on top of that. Being kidnapped and raised in a cult and being held hostage by a vampire lord are more than traumatizing enough to cause that.

Astarion definitely has PTSD from his time with Cazador. Shadowheart, Halsin, and Durge (if the player plays as Dark Urge) definitely also have PTSD.

-My analysis for my Durge is for a different post because there is so much going on there, but know that OCD and BPD and PTSD are all strong contenders for their mental idiosyncrasies-

Gale most definitely has depression and likely comorbid Autism and ADHD.

Lae'Zel is very autistic-coded to me with her directness and perceived low empathy and struggle to understand faerunian customs - many alien type characters are autistic-coded by the nature of their 'fish out of water' character arcs. She also has anger issues galore, and trust issues, she was raised in a militaristic alien cult society there's no way she wouldn't have fucked up emotional development. She's direct and quick to anger, but I don't think she's outright Rude - others may Think she's being rude but she's not, she's being honest and saying what she thinks.

Karlach is Sooooo ADHD coded to me, she also has hella anger issues and I do not blame her one bit, as well as a moderate dose of anxiety. Someone give her a fireproof fidget toy I beg of thee.

Wyll hides his trauma and issues relatively well, but I would not say he's as well-adjusted as many assume him to be. He's self-sacrificing to the point of extreme detriment, possibly a people pleaser, I am certain he has anxiety and depression that he does his best to mask, and he may not have full blown PTSD but he definitely has trauma. I get the impression he has a low opinion of himself due to his pact and often can even be self-depreciating especially when made to look like a devil, definitely has signs of depression in him. He is such a precious man and I want to help him see that he's worth so much more than he thinks 🥺

Minthara, while I don't know her character as well as the others, definitely has trauma from being raised in the toxic cult of lolth-sworn drow society, greatly reduced empathy (but not non-existent) due to said cult society, is definitely a sadist, could have developed Antisocial Personality Disorder due to the way lolthite society molded her (Lolthite society raises people in a way to predispose them to having APD if you ask me, since it's built on manipulation and fear and ladder climbing on the backs of others). Despite possibly having APD due to the trauma of Lolthite society, Minthara is not incapable of love and devotion and can grow to care for tav and other party members over time, perhaps even to a fanatical level if you romance her.

Halsin has trauma that he often brushes off or downplays, he can be quite self-depreciating at times, and from my viewpoint he is hypersexual as a maladaptive coping mechanism. Definitely has self-image issues and doesn't see himself as worthy of the love and affection and positions of authority he's been placed in. Probably has depression that he works hard to mask in front of others.

Jaheira has a long history of trauma that include the events of the first two games, I would not be surprised if she has PTSD, but overall she is pretty well adjusted all things considered. She has trust issues but I don't blame her, she has justification.

Minsc is hilarious, that man has autism I am convinced, he has trauma but I'm not sure if he realizes his trauma is indeed trauma and not simply a mild inconvenience in his life. Either none of his trauma is processed as such in his brain so he is genuinely that happy-go-lucky, or that jovial attitude is a mask. Boo is...Boo. I do not know the inner machinations of a miniature giant space hamster.

If anyone in the game is a Narcissist, it's Orin the Red (NPD does not make one inherently abusive or evil of course, no personality disorder or mental illness makes anyone inherently bad, Orin just happens to embody many of its traits to the extreme and has the traumatic upbringing to cause it). Her story is so tragic to me, she wants so badly for Bhaal to love her, she wants the admiration and affection of the god of murder so bad and she doesn't care if that means killing the entire world. She's incredibly tragic, she doesn't realize she's as traumatized as she is because it got channeled into her mask of self-importance and lack of empathy extreme sadism and want for admiration from Bhaal specifically. If it was possible to if not redeem her, at least spare her from death and break her out of her cult mindset, I would do it in a heartbeat. I love Orin as a character so much.

Gortash could be APD, but I think he fits Obsessive-Compulsive Personality Disorder more. His want for control, for order, under the tyranny of Bane, to wrench control and revenge for the childhood he was robbed of, it's very fitting. He's distrustful and known for deceit but his ride or dieness with Durge and willingness to Risk It All for Tav is endearing to me, and could be him manipulating or simply be that he does in fact see teaming up with Tav as the best course of action for him to maintain his control. I'm biased I know, I like Gortash too much.

Ketheric is spiteful and traumatized from the death of his wife and daughter and the cult he imbedded himself in yes, but he takes it to an extreme in his lashing out from his grief. I don't think he's antisocial or narcissistic, I mainly think he's depressed and a victim of a sunk-cost fallacy taken way too far. He committed to the bit until the very end.

If anyone else could possibly have APD or NPD, I think it'd be the Emperor, but I also feel the mental quirks of being a mindflayer predispose someone to being manipulative and self-agrandizing. He is a Very sly and effective manipulator, and even though overall he has the common goal as the player and protects them from death and transforming into a mind flayer for the majority of the game, he is ultimately doing it for his own aims. He hid the truth of Orpheus and his own form for most of the game, because he was so distrustful of Tav that he believed they would never trust him otherwise - which he can't actually know as true or not. Unfortunately for him I chose saving Orpheus and helping Lae'Zel over helping him because his history of manipulation and omition of information caught up to him and caused the very distrust he wanted to avoid. He is a great morally grey/dubious character who can be both loved and loathed for his antics.

Dame Aylin and Isobel definitely have trauma if not PTSD, and Aylin probably is autistic.

Listen what I'm saying is autistic people have a surprisingly high level of charisma and they and other neurospicy people congregate together to make some delicious neurospicy food.

Those are all the characters I have thoughts about for the moment, and these are my headcanons more than anything, so don't take this too seriously.