#god november can't come soon enough

[pownicmania5000]

The Mario and Luigi shell attacks in Brothership if they were in a different spin off

[keketopia]

DEATH

[MHA PORTALS Series 1/16]

pairing. katsuki bakugo x gn!reader

synopsis. after an argument, bakugo sadly lost you in a tragic accident.

cw. aged up, prohero!bakugo, angst, death, bakugo is in grief, bakugo feels remorse.

a/n. i'm starting my first masterlist. in dedication to melanie martinez's new album! i'm starting a portals series with mha characters! each character will have a story based on the songs in order (including the deluxe track). this is not my idea so credit to @katimagines since they were the ones who came up with it (but with k-12) I hope you like death with katsuki bakugo, I will be making more soon. enjoy!

Sounds of beeping could be heard in the bedroom.

"Fuck…" Katsuki grumbled as he reached his hand out to turn off the alarm on his phone, clearly annoyed that his alarm disturbed his slumber.

But he can't complain, he's a pro hero, and he has to get up early and work. He sat up from his bed and stretched his arms, yawning. He then reached into his nightstand to check his phone, checking the time, and then he looked at the date…

November 8th…

As soon as he saw that, he felt a chill go down his spine. God, that date. Why did it have to exist? 

"Shit…already? This is a fucking nightmare"

He looks over to the photo frame that was also on his nightstand. It was a picture of him and you at a carnival. It was taken while you guys were on the Ferris wheel, with you smiling so innocently while he on the other hand raised his middle finger, the bright lights in the background making you two glow like a glowstick.

Man, that felt like forever ago, he wished he could go back to those days. But unfortunately, that wish would most likely never come true. You had died in an unfortunate accident, that was something that made Bakugo crack. He never was the same since. He remembers the day so vividly.

You two had gotten into an argument that day. It was late at night, and you were cleaning in the kitchen when suddenly Bakugo burst through the front door, his costume was ripped up and he was dirty. He was panting as if he ran so fast to get to your guy's home that you both share. You offered him some help but he shoved you away, claiming that he could clean up himself. You simply brushed it aside and let him do his business while you continued to clean up the kitchen.

After you got done, you made dinner for both you and Bakugo, you figured that he was done getting freshened up so you went to your shared bedroom to tell him. You find him on his desk doing some paperwork.

"Hey Kats, I made dinner. The food is on the tab-"

"Just bring it here" He suddenly said, eyes glued to the paper he was doing.

"Are you sure you don't wanna eat it with me?" You question, feeling saddened that your boyfriend doesn't want to eat together with you.

"Yes, I'm sure," He responded. You gave in and gave him his food, setting it on the desk. You watched as he grabbed his chopsticks and ate the food while still keeping his eyes on the paper. He didn't even spare a glance at you when you entered the room or when you offered him food. You ended up sitting at the dinner table alone, eating the food you made for yourself.

Something like this always happens just recently. He would prioritize his hero work over you. Not giving you enough attention or appreciation when you do something for him. You figured it was just his busyness which is probably the reason why he barely acknowledges you. I mean being the number two hero is not easy. However, it still bothered you how much he has been neglecting you, so you decided to calmly talk about it to him, that somehow escalated into a full-blown argument.

"ALL I'M ASKING IS FOR YOU TO TAKE A LITTLE BREAK AND GIVE ME SOME LOVE FOR A LITTLE WHILE"

"THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! I DO GIVE YOU SOME LOVE"

"YOU BARELY SPARED A GLANCE AT ME WHEN I GAVE YOU YOUR FOOD. I SWEAR YOU LET BEING A PRO HERO TAKE OVER YOUR LIFE SO MUCH SO THAT YOU DON'T EVEN ACKNOWLEDGE YOUR OWN PARTNER!"

"WELL, WHAT DID YOU EXPECT? I'M THE NUMBER TWO HERO, OF COURSE, IT'S GOING TO BE MY LIFE"

"BUT YOUR LIFE IS MORE THAN BEING A HERO. YOU'RE IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH A WONDERFUL PERSON WHO WOULD LITERALLY SCRATCH YOUR BACK FOR YOU. I DID EVERYTHING FOR YOU AND INSTEAD OF APPRECIATING ME, YOU FLAT-OUT IGNORED ME. I CLEAN YOUR WOUNDS YOU IGNORED ME, I COOK YOU FOOD YOU IGNORED ME, I CLEAN THE HOUSE YOU IGNORED ME. WHAT AM I? YOUR S/O OR YOUR SERVANT?!"

"YOU'RE MY S/O, OF COURSE, WHAT KIND OF QUESTION IS THAT?"

"IF THAT'S HOW YOU SEE ME THEN HOW COME YOU DON'T ACT LIKE IT?!" Tears began to well up in your eyes.

"I'M SORRY BUT I'M NOT SEEING WHAT YOUR PROBLEM IS?!"

"I JUST EXPLAIN WHY I HAVE A PROBLEM! SEE, THIS IS ANOTHER THING. YOU DON'T LISTEN!"

"WELL, WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?!"

"PAY MORE ATTENTION TO ME, IT IS NOT THAT HARD!!"

"YOU KNOW WHAT Y/N, YOU'RE SO SELFISH! YOU KNOW DAMN WELL HOW MUCH BEING A HERO MEANS TO ME AND YOU OBVIOUSLY DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT IT"

"...Are you serious? Are you actually kidding me? You're seriously blaming me? I never thought you could stoop this low" Your voice cracks up as you finally break and started crying.

"You know Katsuki, I always saw the better in you when others didn't. I helped you with your anger issues and I helped you assist at the agency. I am heartbroken that this is what I get in return. Unappreciated and unloved"

You then grabbed your jacket from the coat rack and opened the front door.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going for a walk to clear my head, I just want to be alone for a while" Was all you said before walking out and closing the door. Little did you know that those were going to be your last words. A minute later, the sounds of screaming struck Bakugo's ears. He rushed to the window and gave it a little peak, only to see a car parked in the middle of the road and your body in a pool of blood.

Time felt like it stop for Bakugo as he saw that you were not moving, his blood ran cold as he feared that the worst had happened. Without thinking twice, he ran out into the cold night without his jacket and rushed to your body. A woman was standing by her car, her face in pure horror as she realized what she had done.

"I'm so sorry! They came out of nowhere and I didn't have time to break!"

The woman was apologizing profusely, but Bakugo tuned her out. He was more focused on you. He held your bloody body with his two arms, he checked your pulse, he couldn't feel it…

At the hospital, the doctors confirmed it, you were dead. Bakugo almost felt like he was about to have a heart attack. He wanted to yell and scream at the doctors for lying. But he couldn't let it out, it was like the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat. 

At the funeral, he kept convincing himself that this had to be some sort of hallucination or nightmare he was enduring, but unfortunately, he was not. He was in reality. The funeral was lit with candles and fresh flowers decorated your tombstone, the setting was beautiful for such a somber occasion. Everyone mourned your loss and said their prayers, while Bakugo stood there, wearing his best suit, clutching a fake candle in his hand, trying his hardest not to break down into tears. When it was finally over and he got into his car, he just let it out.

He let all of the emotions he'd been holding in for so long finally be shown at a dimly lit parking lot. Not only was he saddened that you were dead, but he also felt guilty. He blamed himself for getting you killed. He felt like a terrible boyfriend. This wouldn't have happened if he just didn't let his anger get the better of him. Damn, why did he have to start an argument? Why did he have to be so hard-headed? You were right, he never listens, and now thanks to him, you were gone, forever.

5 years later and Bakugo was still in deep sorrow. Every time Kirishima and the rest of the Bakusquad wanted to hang out with him, he would shut them out. How could he do anything when you weren't around anymore? His friends tried everything to comfort him, but he was inconsolable. 

Slowly getting up, he went inside the bathroom to take a quick shower. He then made himself breakfast and put on his hero suit. He then went outside to unlock his car but not before locking the door to his house, he put the keys into the ignition, turned on the car, and drove off.

He stops by the flower shop to pick some flowers for your grave. He entered the store and the first thing his eyes set on was a set of white calla lilies. You've always liked Calla lilies, especially the white ones as you believe that it was a symbol of rebirth and resurrection. In fact, you believed in a lot of shit, such as how you believed that there was life after death and reincarnation. Bakugo always called you weird for that but secretly, he found you quite interesting. As soon as he saw those flowers, he knew he had to get those for you, after all, it's the least he could do after what he's done.

He paid for the flowers and got back in his car and drove his way to the cemetery. Walking through the site, he passed by all the other tombstones of the citizens of Japan, eyes only focusing on the one tombstone that was the shape of a heart, with your name carved into it. Approaching your grave, he kneels down to his knee and places the flowers by your tombstone. Then he just sat there, in the grass, reading what was carved in it.

"Y/N…" He spoke out.

"I know I've said this a hundred times but, please forgive me for that night. I didn't mean to neglect you. It's just, work has been so hectic these days. Villains are out there doing their fucking crimes, I had a shit load of paperwork, it was all hell. But that doesn't excuse me for rarely giving you any attention, I'm sorry for making you feel like you're being unappreciated. You didn't deserve that. Please take these flowers as an apology and if you can hear me, show me a sign that you forgive me"

Just then, his phone began to ring. He checked it to see it was his secretary.

"Yes?"

"Sorry if I interrupt anything Mr. Bakugo but I must remind you that you have an interview with Mx. Yuno for the assistant position today"

Crap, he completely forgot about that.

"Alright, I'll be there in 15 minutes. Let Mx. Yuno know in case they come early"

"Gotcha! I'll see you later, Mr. Bakugo"

The call ended and Bakugo took one last look at your grave.

"I love you, Y/N"

And just like that, he went back into his car and drove away.

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Bakugo sat in his office, waiting for his interviewee to arrive. They called to tell him that they would be a few minutes late due to heavy traffic and Bakugo did some work on his computer to pass some time. Just then, he heard a knock on his door. 

"Come in"

His secretary peeked her head through the door.

"Good Morning Mr. Bakugo, I am just here to let you know that Mx. Yuno is here"

"Alright, bring them in"

The secretary then left, leaving the door cracked open. Seconds later, she comes back.

"Here he is, good luck"

He heard the secretary say before closing the door, leaving Bakugo with his interviewee. Bakugo didn't even look at them as he was busy organizing the papers.

"Please excuse me for a moment, I need to keep everything in place"

"Sure, no problem"

Bakugo took a little peak at his interviewee and his eyes went wide.

They looked exactly like his late s/o, every facial structure looked the same, your eyes, your nose, your mouth, your ears, they even have your eye color. The only difference was your hair as it was a different color.

"Is everything okay?"

Bakugo snapped out of it. He must've stared at them for a little too long, but how could he not when the person he is interviewing is the exact replica of you.

"Uh, yeah. Sorry, you kind of remind me of someone I know. Let's get this interview started"

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After about an hour and 40 minutes the interview was over.

"I will need time to review your answers, you should get your results in about a week or two, thank you for coming, you have a nice day"

Yuno gets up from their seat and begins to walk to the door. Bakugo couldn't help but look at them, so much of Yuno reminded him of you, he wonders if this is just a coincidence or you just have a twin you never mentioned before.

He stops what he is doing and begins to do some paperwork he never finished until…

"Also, Mr. Bakugo…"

He looks up from his papers and sees Yuno halfway out the door.

"I forgive you…"

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𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖉, 𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝕴'𝖒 𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖉, 𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝕴'𝖒 𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖉, 𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖊����𝖉 𝕴'𝖒 𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖉, 𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖊- (𝕴'𝖒 𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖐)

[whumpshaped]

Stray 1

hi im here to bring u a fun lil interactive thing bc i felt inspired. will this have a second chapter before november? uhhhhh idk man...... anyway have fun

masterlist

tw institutional/systemic pet whump, second person pov (and you're the pet!), forced to eat gross stuff, memory loss, past trauma, dehumanisation

You stumble out of the facility with the vague understanding that you want to leave. You can't quite remember why, you can't quite remember what you had before the facility, and you can't quite remember what's so bad about the place... but something in you is screaming at you to run.

So you run.

Even as the evening air clears your head, the memories don't come back to you. You have no concept of life before being a pet, outside of a few flashes of faces you think you might've known at one point and places you might've frequented. It's not a lot, not even enough to convince you they aren't dreams that lodged in your head for a little too long.

Maybe this is a mistake, honestly. You're basing your entire escape on these flashes, and a weird gut feeling. Now you're on the run from the Pet Protection Agency, and you have zero idea how to survive as a stray. It'd be so much easier to turn back around and give yourself up... but god, this nagging feeling in the back of your mind just won't leave you alone. You have to keep running.

Days pass, and you learn what kinds of food in the dumpster are still fit for consumption. Weeks pass, and you learn how to seem semi-normal. How to blend in and pretend you're a person. Months pass, and you're starting to run out of stamina. Of drive. Of motivation. It's getting colder, too. You're thinking of turning yourself in again.

You don't even make an effort anymore. You stay in the same alleyway, go through the same dumpster... Sometimes you venture a bit further out, but at this point, you're entirely over it. If the PPA's people find you, so be it. Being a stray is miserable.

But one day, a small offering appears on the ground. It's a little plastic bowl with some kind of paste in it. It smells... suspicious. It's definitely not for you– no, that's not true. It's definitely for you, but it's clear that the person who left it doesn't... know who you are. What you are.

You crawl a bit closer, your stomach rumbling loudly. Maybe just a scoop. A bite. Maybe it's not that bad. Maybe eating cat food is fine, under certain circumstances. Maybe you can trick yourself into liking it, even.

Well... as soon as you try it, you realise that won't be happening. But food is food, and you're desperate. You can only hope it won't poison you.

The empty bowls disappear every morning, and a full one appears every evening. The routine soothes you somewhat. Of course it does, you're just a pet, and pets need routine — another reason why it was utterly stupid to run and throw yourself into a life of uncertainty. But in an odd turn of events, you accidentally found someone who seems to care, and that's comforting.

One evening, while you're furiously rubbing your hands together to create some semblance of warmth, you hear the stranger enter the alley. You hear the telltale scratch of the bowl against the ground as they set it down, and your mouth waters despite knowing how gross the food is. But you don't hear them leaving.

"Here, love. I've brought you some food," they — he? — say softly, and you realise your mysterious patron saint is planning on staying this time. He wants to see where his food is going, clearly. An infinite number of options and fears run through your head all at once.

What if he's with the PPA? What if this has all been a setup? What if he's going to be angry about you not being a sweet little animal? What if he's a horrible person who's just playing you? What if– what if–

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i'm gonna start a separate taglist for this so lmk if u wanna be on it :) also no promises whatsoever abt the updates i just felt rly in the mood for smth like this tonight

@whumpsday @the-scrapegoat

[deadn30n]

happy early 2024 !

posted a bit early as i'll be going to bed relatively soon, but i wanted to say something to usher in the new year!

as some of you know, i've been in the RPC for a very long time, but took a well needed hiatus a year or so back. i only recently returned mid-November && have not regretted that decision for a second. ♥ it's only been a month and a half, but it's been the best month and a half i've ever spent on this site. i admit i was nervous to return for a variety of reason ( mostly avoiding some rather negative people i originally split from this site to escape from ) but i've come to find that this space space i've built has fostered so much positivity for me, and i'm very grateful for that. i'm grateful for all the new friends i've made, all the connections i've forged, the writing i've done, and the plots i've gotten to explore! && as the new year approaches, i'm walking it into with quite a few new aspirations and hopes. i'm really, really thankful to everyone who's given me the time and chance to reach out and make a connection. to the people who've talked to me and told me they're excited for the release of my book, for my return to the vtubing community, for the times we play games together and just goof off.

i hope you know how much you all mean to me. i wish i could tag EVERYONE in this post but tumblr would kick my ass, but just know that i'm truly and honestly grateful and honored to have met the people that i have and look forward to talking more with all of you and getting to know you better. there are a few people i want to single out to shower with love who've supported me or have even known me from the LAST TIME i was on the site lmao

@goldenfists : you should already know you'd be the first on my list Joo Joo Bean. my beloved. we've known each other for what... 3 years now? roughly that, give or take, but you have no idea how much you really mean to me. from the moment we met i knew you were someone i wanted to keep in my circle. i adored you and still do; you've seen the changes i've gone through, the growth i've made, and supported every positive decision i've made. even when i finally built my first oc, and your first incentive was to foster a relationship between sett and eden and letting me know that you LOVED my creatives when i was so scared to take that first dive into making an oc. i love you so much dude. ;_; i'll never forget how you teased me on stream about my pronunciation of your name but then insisted i kept pronouncing it like that because you thought it was cute. i wish you knew just how much you mean to me, because words aren't enough to justify my feelings toward you. i love you Joo Joo Bean, i love you to the moon and back, and i can't wait to see what 2024 has in store for you and i, and our little blorbos @empyreous : ELLE!!!11 ELLE!!!!1 MY BELOVED PARTNER IN CRIME ON LEAGUE!!!! we haven't known each other for very long but god have i LOVED writing with you and goofing off in my favourite games. you've given me a brand new love for league and you're so fucking talented with your ocs and your writing that i'm just chomping at the bit for us to keep going. i literally can't wait to see what we end up developing for these silly little dudes and it makes me so very happy to have you in my corner. i wish you only the best in the world and i'm certain 2024 will give us so many more funny memories to cherish. save me eboi.... eboi save me....

@seeksmoon / @seekslight : softie you loveable little shit. you boyfriend stealing monster ( affectionate ). actually, if i was gonna share my boyfriend with anyone, it'd gladly be you. BUT JOKES ASIDE i'm really delighted we met and hit it off as well as we did. the way you write both alune and lux have me going GRRRRR BARK BARK BARK and i adore the dynamics we've started to built between yonealune and ezlux. we haven't had nearly enough time to hang out yet and that's a fucking CRIME if you ask me. i'm sure come 2024 though we'll have plenty of time to be a couple of goobers and mess around in league here on tumblr. you're such a sweetheart and even my bf talks so positively of you, and anyone that can make him happy makes ME happy. i hope you know you won't get rid of him and i so easily ♥ we enjoy hanging out with you, and we hope you do too :>

@ayahimes : astrid u ain't getting away from me i'm rapidly approaching ur location at mach 10. LFKDJASLKJDF i'm teasing i'm teasing but MAN i've had so much fun playing weague of wegends with you ( and looking forward to when we start playing ffxiv too ) but you're such a sweetheart man. a good energy, positive presence that i love being around ;v; i hope we'll get to play more in the future and chat more and get to know each other!! ♥♥♥

@mellodiies : misha all i'm gonna say is this year... you will be boiled.... ( this ask forever lives rent free in my head and i'm never going to stop laughing at this i hope you know ) ok but in all seriousness i'm so glad i worked up the courage to follow your blog because it's been a bucket of laughs and also seeing one of my childhood faves being doted over so lovingly just makes me so!!!!!!!!!!! i hope this year we'll be able to write ( and even if we don't i'm also content just observing your shenanigans bc they always brighten my day ). thank you for filling my dash with the little pep in my day that i need, you're a fucking goober and i adore you for it

@vulpesse : hi bunnie!! we never really got much of a chance to chat before ( we did get to write a bit in the past though, which i enjoyed! ) but i want you to know that you are one of my biggest inspirations on this site and i was so goddamn happy when i found you again that i hit the follow button so fast i think i broke my finger LMAO but seriously.... you're great. you have such a wonderful energy about you and you're so unbelievably talented with an indomitable spirit. i love seeing your posts every day, and i'm glad to share this same space as you! ♥ please never change, you truly are such a bright light in an otherwise murky world

@heartate : plum u know i couldn't forget about my favourite edgy thot. i fuckin love u dude. it's crazy to think we've known each other for like what? 10 years? like christ. and even though those first few years weren't filled with the happiest of memories, it's been my honor to be able to make amends with you. i always appreciated you for approaching me with that heartfelt apology. i never resented you, and even less so now that i knew the kind of awful situation you were put through back then. you didn't deserve the pain and abuse you went through, and i'm glad you're finally able to break free and grow. flourish and fill the world with your light, because you're a good person and i firmly stick by that notion. no matter what happened between us in the past, you've grown and i've adored watching it. i only hope you'll be able to continue to grow and enjoy the newfound freedom you have, and i am glad to be able to be by your side through it ♥ i'll always have your back miss rina, you can count on that :>

&& to some other lovelies who've made my time pleasant here; @lightshielded / @yoakkemae / @chiheru / @fairesky / @darkflyers / @attroxx / @mythcaels / @knifvd / @killerhubby / @erabundus / @mundmutter / @goddessrisen / @inhumann / @penddraig / @hiisfire / @raytm / @elicertis / @liightbringr / @un1awful / @vonerde / @gunrising / @cyneris / @trattcria / @cmdrace / @lovehungered / @trattcria / @pearlcure / @dnangelic / @starsenna / @nulltune / @toxichem / @longerhuman / @volonata / @misreputed / @ferinehuntress / @florspinae / @inufangs / @bishonenprince

&& to all of my lovely followers too! ♥ may your new year be filled with all the joy and love you deserve. may the new year treat you kindly and give you solace when you need it most. may the new year bless you with every bit of happiness you deserve c:

[hellishattempt]

angst superache songs as relationships with the batboys

hear me out though

superache songs as batboy relationships ! gender neutral reader / no pronouns used <3

movies - dick grayson. your relationship with the oldest batson is a complicated one. you know he loves you, at least, you hope and pray he does, but sometimes you just don't know. you know you love him. hell, you worship him. if he is the diamond, then you are the ring. you live and breathe dick grayson, and all that he is. when you first started dating, all eyes were on you two. the press loved you, his family adored you, your friends were jealous of you. it was everything you could've asked for. but things started going downhill, and you didn't know how to stop it. you began to fight more and more, over the stupidest of things. dick started hiding things from you. you'd go through his texts, seeing kori and barbara's at the top. you're screaming your damn head off "how do you still love your ex?" he swears it's over with them, he doesn't have any feelings for either. so "why do they call you at three am and four am? that's a funny way of staying friends, dick." your voice cracked, tears falling down. the rest of the car ride was silent as you cleaned yourself up. the two of you entered the party with his friends, smiling and holding hands, acting like everything was fine. it seemed like all you were doing was pretending whenever you were with him. eventually, you had enough. your perfect, romcom movie romance had come to a bitter end. "we've lost all the love that we had, and i can't pretend like that it'll never come back. i think you're seeing right through me, but, baby, this ain't like the movies." and that was the last you saw of dick grayson.

the exit - jason todd. before jason had died, the two of you were so engulfed and enraptured by your love for each other. you shared everything, holding nothing back. young love never lasts, they told you, but neither of you believed them. your teenage selves were so distracted by the other, that you thought nothing could separate you two. but neither you nor jason could take the idea of death into account. i know i said that you kept no secrets, but jason held back one thing from you, simply to protect you. never once did he tell you that he was robin, apprentice and sidekick to the menacing vigilante that was the batman. so when he disappeared, you got worried. soon two days turned into two weeks, turned into two months. then bruce was at your door. your father answered, stepping out onto the porch while bruce gave him the horrific news of jason's death. bruce asked to see you, and your father let him. you were up in your room, cuddled in your bed, reading jason's copy of pride and prejudice. your favorite black hoodie of his smothered your frail body. someone lightly knocked on your door. "come in," your voice called out. bruce stepped into the room, a grim look on his face. somehow you knew before bruce even said a word. it ruined you. his death destroyed you. you stayed in your room and barely graduated the next year. when you were twenty, your parents had forced you out of the house to spend some time with your older sister. the two of you went to the library. then you met someone. it was february, and the flowers hadn't even wilted, it's crazy how fast they tilted the world that you'd been busy building. they consumed your every thought. they fixed you, picked up the pieces of your broken heart and mended you. little did you know jason was alive. now it's mid-november, and jason's sipping on a half cold coffee, staring at someone who's not him, on your arm there was a carbon copy. to him, it felt like you had matching wounds, but his are still black and bruised while yours are perfectly fine. to him, it feels like you buried alive something that never really died. god, did it hurt him when he found out. but it's not like jason could just walk up to you and act like he hadn't been dead for two years. you love them now, it's over. you already found someone to miss, while jason is still standing at the exit.

part two for damian and tim ???

[lumenflowered]

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Archer has a visitor today.

He wishes he could say it's a novelty. If anything, the fact that he's got only one visitor today is a novelty. In all likelihood, this one's here to ridicule the fool who thought he could resurrect Team Rocket from its ashes without Giovanni. Just like all the rest of them.

They'd tried. They'd taken a gamble at the Radio Tower, and it hadn't paid off, because of... because of that woman.

Who does this Maria think she is, anyway?! After Mahogany Town, he'd had a couple of grunts looking into her background. They had the League locked down for long enough, but this woman was—is—a wildcard. And a dangerous one.

They'd found nothing.

...Well, almost nothing. Nothing of any actual use.

As far as the records are concerned, she popped into existence at the end of November. Seven badges in two months, a difficult feat for even an experienced trainer—and if this woman has that kind of experience, she didn't get it anywhere in Johto.

She seemed dangerous enough before she came back riding a god. Before she jumped through the window, a threat in her eyes—and hadn't they been an entirely different color on her trainer card?—and that heroic, selfless determination that makes any self-respecting villain sick.

They lost, Archer thinks as he walks to the visiting room, when they allowed that woman to find out about their operation at all. If he could go back, he'd make sure that she was very occupied elsewhere until they were done.

...Though, of course—would it have done any good if they'd stalled for longer? Giovanni never answered. He had to have heard their call for him to return. So why didn't he?

He... couldn't have meant what he said to that punk three years ago, right? No, surely not—and yet Archer's beginning to lose hope. He hasn't spoken to anyone in Rocket, save for a few hurried minutes in a courtroom lobby with a less than helpful Proton, since before a woman with no past turned up on the scene and burned it all down.

Archer sighs as he takes the offered seat. Sets his manacled hands on the table, and stares out through the glass to another empty seat. Whoever his visitor is, they'll show up soon enough. They'll give up on trying to get a rise out of him soon enough, too.

The visitor comes. Black hat. Trenchcoat. Probably some self-styled Dark specialist.

"Great," Archer mutters, a dry chuckle escaping him despite himself. "Just what I needed today. You really have nothing better to do?"

The man in the black hat hums speculatively, folding his hands on his side of the divider, steepling his fingers. Archer can't see his eyes.

He can, however, hear it when he speaks: "You'll find that I do not."

Archer nearly falls out of his chair, because he knows that voice. His jaw, despite his best efforts, drops.

"G—"

The boss gives him a meaningful look. He falls silent, until the guards on both sides have oh so conveniently vacated the area.

Then, and only then, does he breathe, "Giovanni."

A smile from beneath the hat, and a response: "Archer."

"You came."

"...I did," Giovanni says. "Tell me why you failed. Tell me everything."

And Archer does.

[ellissay-morningstar]

DWC November 2023, Day 7, Dream/Sting

Ellissay tossed and turned in her sleep. Dark images filled her mind, and voices she could not quite make out jumbled in her head.

She bolted upright in bed, her body covered in a light sheen of sweat and her heart pounding wildly in her chest. She pants, trying to catch her breath. Yet another dream.

She sighs heavily and swings her body out from beneath the heavy blankets, sitting her feet on the hardwood floor. She just sits on the edge of the bed for a moment, trying to calm herself when she hears voices.

Voices? As in more than one.

She slowly stands up and pads her way across the room, trying not to be heard. She moves toward the door, where she can listen to the voices more clearly.

"What are you doing here? You can't be here?" She could make out Shiloh's voice; he sounded upset and frustrated as he spoke to the mystery person.

A woman's voice spoke back. "Shy, did you really think I was not going to find out where you were. You have been missing for days. I thought you were dead. I practically put out a manhunt to find you." The woman's voice was emotional, and she could practically hear the tears in her tone.

For a moment, everything got quiet, and then the woman spoke again. "Come on out, Ellissay. You are clearly awake, and your emotions are so strong you are giving me a headache."

Ellissay hesitates momentarily, then huffs slightly and makes her way into the living area, where the two are standing before the fireplace.

She didn't ask, but as soon as she saw the woman, it was clear who she was. Same blonde hair, same blue eyes. His sister.

The woman turns from Shiloh toward her as soon as she enters the room and purses her lips together. "You have caused quite the fuss. I had to go through quite a bit to clean up the mess you two have made."

Ellissay blinks, her mouth falling open momentarily before she catches herself. "Excuse me?" She wasn't sure what else to say to this woman standing there, looking exasperated with her matter-of-fact tone.

Elu shakes her head, her tone berating. "You aren't excused, not even close. You almost got my brother killed, almost undone years of work and progress, and for what a few measly coins. I would have paid you double, hell, triple what SI:7 paid you. I thought you were a smart woman…"

Ellissay felt shocked, the woman's words hitting her like a ton of bricks after everything that had happened.

Shiloh steps in between the women. "Enough, Elu. She didn't know, and we could have prevented all of this if you had just gone to her and recruited her to start with instead of letting SI:7 get to her first." He looks at Ellissay with an apologetic look and sighs heavily.

His sister, Elu, shakes her head and huffs slightly but doesn't disagree with his words. "We can argue about this later. We have to move."

Elu turns toward Ellissay. "I've already spoken to your aunt, and she is keeping a watch out for me, but we need to move now. Get your stuff together…"

"No. I don't know who you are, and you could be lying about my aunt. For all I know, you have hurt her or taken her hostage, or god knows what." Ellissay looked from the woman to Shiloh. "This is insane. You can't expect me just to believe everything she is saying."

"Then, believe me." Even if Ellissay didn't remember the woman's voice, which she did, she would recognize the deep, rich blue hair that came into view. She runs up and hugs the woman she has not seen in many moon cycles. "Whisper!"

The woman hugs her tightly, whispering in her ear. "It will be alright, but you must go. I will explain everything when I have a chance. Trust me, little bug."

Ellissay pulls back and nods, tears coming to her eyes at the term of endearment the woman had called her. She quickly rushes to dress and gather her belongings.

When she returns, the room is empty, and the fire has been put out in the fireplace. The door stands open, and she can see others mounted, ready to leave. She moved out the door and closed it, locking it up and leaving the key in the mailbox where she knew the owner would find it.

She calls for her own mount. Once mounted, everyone starts taking to the sky. She isn't even sure where they are headed, but she follows behind Whisper, who seems to have stayed with the group. There are several others, one or two she recognizes, though she doesn't recall their names and a few she doesn't know. She realized they were spread out in a formation, clearly keeping those inside it safe.

From what, she wonders, or perhaps from whom? Clearly, she had pissed off the wrong people. What had she gotten herself into?

@daily-writing-challenge

[justplainsalty]

How Soon is Now? 🌻

Me, wading through the angst muck like a pig in shit ☝️. I would not make this a song fic but it would be multichap and every chapter would have an epigraph with a section of lyrics.

[Insert footage of me deleting and rewriting this several times.] TIME FOR BULLET POINTS.

Tess falls pregnant in September.

Unfortunately, she does not realize this until early December. She had assumed she was pre-menopausal, and food has been scarce. She's happy to not have periods.

She and Joel have been busy, busy prepping for winter, doing as many runs as possible, stashing food away so they can survive until spring.

[More under the jump.]

She has an IUD. Had an IUD. It was due to expire anyway, but turns out it fell out sometime during her last two extremely hellish periods, when she'd been stuck shivering and groaning over the toilet for hours. (Thank god those only happen a few times a year.) She figures it all out when her breasts are tender and she can't feel the strings anymore.

Unfortunately part II, FEDRA requires pregnancies be registered, and bans abortions for people who fall pregnant from August through November. They have to keep up enough population to feed their supply chain, and the summer months are when resources are most plentiful for supporting births and families newborns.

Tess will have an abortion, one way or another. She refuses to be pregnant, refuses to go through that misery again, especially at her age, refuses to put their work on pause and leave Joel without a partner, refuses to risk death during the delivery process, refuses to bring a child into this fucking hellscape world.

She doesn't tell Joel any of this. She'll figure it out on her own, as soon as possible; he doesn't need the weight of this burden on his shoulders. And maybe, a part of her doesn't want to face what it would do their relationship. She doesn't know what the consequences will be, but she knows they'll show up if she doesn't act fast, and there will be a reckoning.

She starts taking more risks during their runs, and during their daily life -- drinking more, going out without Joel more, taking the more physically demanding route around and outside the QZ, provoking the people in the slums known to be happy to swing a fist at anyone so she can put herself in that path. She won't go to one of the dirty back-alley butchers with unsterilized tools. She'll figure this out on her own. Hopefully sooner rather than later.

Joel calls her out on it one day, and it's the knock-down drag-out fight of a lifetime. He gets her backed into a figurative corner. And the truth comes out.

Joel turns white and storms out. Tess gives him a minute, and then snatches up a bottle of moonshine that was for trade and storms out in the opposite direction. She won't wait at home for him to slink back, shitfaced and having whatever reaction he's going to have. She's glad Tommy is gone, if he was still here, Joel would be tempted to tell his brother.

She stays out as late as possible, going nowhere in particular, just stalking their usual paths around the QZ, ducking the checkpoints. It's so much harder without Joel, she'd forgotten.

By the time she gets back, she's hammered. She lies down on the cold, refreshing, disgusting tile of their bathroom and hopes, just this once, not to wake up in the morning. Her arm and the tile beneath her are wet. She's not crying, is she?

Joel is back the next morning. They're both hungover, so prickly with each other. It's not forgiven, and it's not forgotten. Even if they somehow seem to be in consensus that this pregnancy is bad and should be terminated, Joel's reasons feel so much more personal. He never wanted to be a father again. He doesn't blame her for getting pregnant, but he blames her for not telling him until whatever date it is, late December or early January. She doesn't understand why it's the case, but somehow, for him, that's worse. And he blames her for the foolhardy way she's been acting. And probably, on some level, the anger is probably covering up for his fear, so it's particularly vicious. It's hard not to take it to heart. He's angry at her. She starts to withdraw, to lash out. To assume everything from him is said and done backhandedly.

They don't patch it up. It's approaching February. Tess is probably close to five months along. Her body is changing; it remembers her last pregnancy from a lifetime ago, when her son was born, and is trucking along fast enough that she's looking quite far into the pregnancy. She hates every single day. Time is running out for her, for them.

As with everything in their lives, the best luck and the worst luck seem to collide and happen at the same moment:

Someone she crossed has snitched. One of their regular FEDRA clients warns them that FEDRA is coming to pick her up, now, tonight, to put her in custody until she can be screened by an OB/GYN, and possibly to be kept in "protective custody" until her little parasite is born.

They're out at a drop. Someone has changed their mind, doesn't like the terms. Ammo has been scarce this far from FEDRA patrols, so no one has guns.

Someone comes barreling at Tess. Normally Joel would step in front. He meets her eyes, looking sick, and steps aside, faking a stumble.

He lets them hold him back, sagging in their grip. His eyes and face are dead. He has gone away somewhere else.

She wakes up in FEDRA custody. She hurts all over. That fucker was thorough.

There's a doctor, comes in with a clipboard and a falsely sympathetic expression. No heartbeat. Sick relief warring with strange and unwelcome shame. Not for what she'd done, but for the how. For the expression she'd seen on Joel's face. For the fact that she'd put too much stock in blissful ignorance and gotten pregnant in the first place.

The FEDRA fuck can't keep her mouth shut:

Her fetus, their child. It was a boy.

A son, an heir, of their nebulous and unstable empire, of things that could be snatched away at a moment's notice, of nothing in particular.

Send me a made-up fic title and i’ll tell you what i would write to go with it!

[nyxronomicon]

Beel and Belphie as werewolves! I feel they would mostly look like their normal selves except for a few... enhancements. And of course their costumes have them both wearing collars!!

I imagine the first night they cast the spell to become werewolves is a few weeks before Halloween, just to try it out. And they're so overwhelmed by all the new feelings. And especially that strange sweet smell coming from in your room. It doesn't help their cocks now sport a fat knot as they swell up to the thought of you. But they're still in enough control to get themselves off for the night before the spell runs out.

But they cast it again the next day, and the next just to feel that swell of arousal. The spell sticks for longer each time too. Until they cast it for the dozen or so time to show off their look for the party. You're amazed at how real the tails and ears are. As you're praising them you can't help but notice the look in their eyes, their pupils blown out as they lick their lips.

You take a step back and bump into the attic bed. Belphie capitalizes on the moment by pushing you on it and messily kissing you. He ends up turning you over and ripping your pants open with his claws. The tip of his cock prods at your entrance as he mounts you.

Beel, meanwhile, is slowly palming his cock through his pants as he watches Belphie start to fuck you. He can't hold back any longer as he pushes his cock into your mouth and grips your hair. You can barely swallow up to his knot as he tries to push it in further.

As soon as you start to beg for breath, Beel pulls out and the two positions themselves so Belphie is under you and Beel mounts himself over you. Belphie easily slides into your pussy as Beel pushes at your ass. He takes it slow, but this isn't the first time you had them both.

The two end up pounding into you like animals. Their groans so deep they turn into growls. Beel bites at your shoulders while Belphie latches onto your neck. They go at it all night until you're absolutely pumped full of them and desperate for a break, but they won't let you leave. Not until the spell wears off. And they might just have to cast it again while you sleep, you'll probably be so lost in lust you won't be able to even wonder why you're well into November and the two of them still need your help with their ruts.

Yess omg!! They're both so desperate and needy and they really should stop using that spell but you smell so good when they do... 🥵🥵🥵

God I do miss thinking about attic sandwich 👀

Also... Them desperately trying to get you alone... Like Belphie is waiting until fangol practice starts to get you to himself and Beel waiting until Belphie is asleep to do the same... They like to share but they love having your undivided attention. You don't really notice what's going on at first, they just kinda show up wherever you are and drag you off somewhere. But it really is quite cute, even though you're exhausted from having sex three times a day (obviously they never skip taking you together either)

[phoenixwatchesmovies]

What I'm Watching: November 2023

The Fall of the House of Usher

Sycrhjodxfhbaudiffebuvehtxt I'm obsessed with this show. So far, this is the first and only Mike Flanagan adaptation where I was familiar with the source material already, and it was a fucking BLAST playing Spot The Reference. Additionally, the conclusion of the rave scene has been burned into my memory ever since and I cannot for the life of me get it out of my head, in the best and worst way possible. Sooooooo good, but oh my fucking god. And it's been a long time coming, but this series has elevated Carla Gugino for me to Rachel Weiss meme status. You know the one I'm talking about. I just.... THIS SHOW IS SO FUCKING GOOD. The writing, the story, the performances, the cinematography, the scares, the all of it. It's split down the middle between stuff you can point and go "ha! I knew it!" and stuff you just can't see coming, and it's all top tier. I typically need a cool down period to recover after most Flanagan stuff, but I'm just itching to get back to this one as soon as possible. Is a good amount of that just me thirsting over Verna? Well, yeah. It's pretty much Gugino's show, and everyone else merely appears in it. Actually, that's not fair. Everyone involved not only fucking went for it, they fucking nailed it. This is Mike's last run with Netflix, and by god, the whole team went out with a bang.

Cowboy Bebop (2021)

Let me start by saying that my post mentioning how much I wanna bang Spike went as viral as things tend to go on this blog, so I'm glad that resonated with some folks. 😂 I'll admit, I have a lot less nostalgia for the anime as a lot of the audience for this, having only seen it twice, but as far as adaptations go, this was perfectly okay. As someone pointed out already on one of my posts, it's a lot less existential than the OG, and therefore a lot less heavy. And since all I wanted out of this was a good time, I was happy with it. I was EXTREMELY happy with the opening credits in particular. My stance on adaptations in general is that if a piece can stand on its own merit, I don't care how closely it adheres to the source material, and in my opinion, the live action succeeds. In fact, my one and only complaint is...not enough Ein!

Anne With An E

The books stay in my reading rotation, so despite my philosophy on adaptations, I had very high expectations going into this several years late, don't worry about it. And...I was not disappointed. I ended up crying over almost every episode, and that never happens, so... 😅 It's so sweet and I was charmed from the get-go. I've still got a season left, and since it seems to be doing its own thing apart from the books now, I'm really looking forward to it. I'm also dreading it, because I'm not ready for it to be over. Then again, that's how it feels finishing the books as well, so that's only how it should be.

Five Nights At Freddy's

Lemme tell you, I've known jack shit about FNAF aside from "evil Chuck E. Cheese" for years now. I've had the tags filtered for almost as long as I've been on Tumblr (I love the people I follow, but I gotta curate my experience). I've made it my mission to go as long as I can without knowing anything at all about this franchise if for no reason other than it's fucking e v e r y w h e r e and I was sick of the overexposure. But now because a relative of an acquaintance of a family friend was one of the cannon fodder characters, I got roped into watching this and my streak is broken. I can't unknow what I know about this franchise. Which I'm extra annoyed about, considering what the creator of the games tends to put his royalties towards. 😑 From a film standpoint, it's fine. I'm not sure what age range the target demographic is, but having the horror stuff happen off screen made it feel more vanilla than the average episode of Supernatural, and I'll let that speak for itself. The look and atmosphere were exactly what I'd imagine if told to picture an evil Chuck E. Cheese, the animatronics are appropriately creepy (though let's be honest, it doesn't take much to make ANY animatronic creepy), and I was a little surprised and impressed with the soundtrack. And it was nice to see Josh Hutcherson in something new, though it's still so odd seeing him as an adult. I'm most familiar with him as a kid in RV, and holy fuck, I feel old looking at him now. I could have used a little more Matthew Lillard--why would you get Matty Lilly in your movie and then NOT do something with him?!--but given the character/story/what have you, I get it. One plot point in particular didn't stick the landing, as far as I'm concerned. In an effort to tie up all loose ends, it made things too contrived in a "that's convenient but now it makes less sense" kind of way. Don't know if that's how it goes in the game, and I don't care enough to find out. All in all, I've seen worse, I still don't get the hype, and I'm still not the target audience. And that's perfectly okay.

Guillermo del Toro's Cabinet Of Curiosities

A horror anthology? With GDT?? Sign me up yesterday! I don't think there was a single episode I didn't like. And I wasn't prepared to recognize so many names in the credits. Actors, directors, composers, authors, you name it. And it was fun! The stories were bizarre, assorted creature designs were gnarly, and whatever else was going on with the vibes episode to episode, they all felt consistently creepy and sinister. "The Autopsy" has the distinction of being one of the few things I've watched that almost made me puke. "Pickman's Model" was the first thing to freak me out bad enough I stayed awake to get it out of my head in a Very Long Time. "The Viewing" was the only ending that felt unfinished, it was so abrupt, but the style and aesthetic was so *chef kiss* I'll overlook it. (Side note: that episode's director also did Mandy, which I've been meaning to get to for awhile now? Hoo hoo, have I got some visuals to look forward to!) I knew as soon as I saw Jennifer Kent did an entry that hers was going to be my favorite, and that's not even coming from a biased place. "The Murmuring" is beautiful and heartbreaking. Easily my favorite aspect of the series is how you get a sense of each individual director's style BUT the entries themselves are so flavored with GDT, the whole thing stays cohesive. Now all I can do is hope for another season. :D

[sarcasticdolphin]

November prompts. So it's been a while since I did some tumblr writing and not been very much in the mindset that it will immediately go on ao3. So I'm going to try and do that for the November prompt lists. I will probably put these on Ao3 eventually after the month is over, but for at least this month they will only be on tumblr.

#1: Write about a first kiss & Crisp air.

Todolf. Under the cut because all of these will be.

Rudolf wakes to the sounds of the cubs playing. They can't quite growl yet, and one could be forgiven for mistaking the sounds for the those of a disquieted housecat. The cubs were larger than any barn cat and had been for some time, but they were still small enough that Rudolf could scoop them up with ease, and indeed Aemilia could too.

The graceful panthress was a warm presence in Rudolf's bed, sitting near his feet, her tail draped over the blankets near Rudolf's calves, patiently watching her little ones. It wasn't often now that she would grasp one by the scruff in her teeth, and soon she would have to simply herd them. Already the cubs were big enough that their tails dragged.

Rudolf sat up slowly, and her gentle eyes turned to him before padding the few steps up the bed and sitting herself in his lap as if she was an overgrown housecat and nuzzling Rudolf's cheek in an affectionate greeting.

Another noise came from the floor, and Rudolf and his dear friend both looked down before Aemilia gave a soft little sound. Perhaps the gentlest growl Rudolf had ever heard.

Rudolf for his part rose quickly, throwing on his garb and boots before scooping up a cub. Aemilia took the other, and they made their was into the little courtyard.

The crisp air had Rudolf taking a breath on instinct. The night had been a chilly one, and there were the twinkles of frost still visible in some darker shadows. He set the cub down. They were impossible to tell apart at times, but not now.

The more adventurous one had immediately caught a scent trail and started following it around in a circle on the ground, seeming perplexed after circling the fourth or fifth time. A bird then.

Her younger sister had simply padded over to the pond, content to watch the sluggish fish in the chilly water.

Rudolf for his part gave the two sisters'' mother an affectionate scratch.

The startled sound and the jump from the more reserved of the two sisters and Rudolf and Aemilia turning to see the cub glancing toward them, then down at her damp paw. The more adventurous cub and Aemilia both could swim far better than Rudolf would have guessed, but the reserved cub had a rather different opinion of the water. Especially cold water.

She's back at Aemilia's side a moment later as Rudolf's friend offers her little cub affectionate nuzzles. Rudolf for his part simply watches as Aemilia tends to her little one. As much as he is always happy to help her with them, the little brood remains hers and he is always careful not to overstep.

The deeper chill comes suddenly. Too suddenly for Rudolf to even get a proper prayer out. For him to do anything more than to bow his head. He should be on his knees with a proper offering. But Tod's icy hand - so cold that Rudolf's shirt might as well not be there - is on his back instantly.

But it is the even more icy sensation at the side of Rudolf's neck that has him drawing breath in shock, a sound escaping him. Tod had kissed him. His lord and god had kissed him. It might have been such a minor thing between humans - a brief kiss of affection - but Rudolf would never have imagined he'd be granted the grace such affection from a god can bring.

Blushing even as the gooseflesh spreads over his body, Rudolf turns, eyes carefully downcast. In this, he does not flout tradition. He will meet Tod's eyes if and only if his master desires it.

His master does indeed desire it, and Rudolf gazes into the infinite depths of his god's eyes for as long as Tod permits it. He'll never tire of this, or of the peace Tod's touch grants him.

[pikmininaplane]

Okay I have some serious buisness question regarding your coming out as a DSMP Enthusiast !

How did this happen ?

Who's your favorite characters and favorite "group" ( like happyduo, emeraldduo, SBI ect .. ) ?

If any, your favorite ships ?

Annndddd your favorite arc :D

( If you respond to all of that you can't hide from the dsmp fan allegation anymore, I'm sorry )

Ooh boy, I'm putting my answers under the read more because this is going to be a long one 😭/lh

SO !

I've actually been a DSMP fan since like. 2020 ? Joined the fandom about a week before November 16th, it was the first big event I watched live 👀 It all happened because an artist I originally followed for Ace Attorney content posted an animation meme of two characters I didn't know yet, but immediately took a liking to.....

How very surprising indeed :D But yeah, these two are the ones that dragged me in – this and the awesome art, of course X) The funny thing is, I immediately went on to read fanfics instead of, idk, watching past VODs/best-ofs, and immediately got spoiled 75% of the plot in the process :') But yeah, this isn't exactly a recent thing, I've been around here for over two years at this point 😭 Just never really posted about it anywhere except on AO3 until recently

Regarding characters, as you might have guessed based on, y'know, recent interactions, c!Schlatt's pretty much been my favorite ever since I learnt of the DSMP's existence X) But c!Eret, c!Puffy, c!Punz and c!Wilbur are also among my favorites :D As for groups... god, duo names are going to be the death of me, but I really like Sweaterduo, Pumpkinduo, Prankduo, Stagedduo, Traitorduo, whatever Schlatt & Fundy's duo name is, Sheep Siblings (as in Schlatt and Puffy, I don't typically include Tubbo in there (I know they never really interacted but. They did in my heart </3 (and in this like, one BBH livestream I keep preciously))), the Knights of Eret, and both Manberg and Pogtopia :)

Regarding ships, well, Puffychu comes to mind, of course <3 But uh,,, I also have a,,, certain affection for,,,,, *sigh* Drunz

And, well, my favorite arc has to be the Manberg vs Pogtopia arc :3c I mean, not only is the nostalgia talking, but it's also got my favorite villain (and favorite character overall), sooo many betrayals, Wilbur's fascinating character arc, the beginning of Eret's redemption, the festival, Techno's arrival, the election scene, November 16th– So so so cool, my god <3 I also really liked the Egg arc, but I wish it could have had a more satisfying conclusion than what it had – there wasn't much to see after the Red Banquet, which is a shame because I'm a huge fan of possession stories :< But that's life I guess !

All this to say. Yeah the allegations have grabbed me by the neck and are shaking me like I'm a wet kitten 😔 Though to be fair, I suspect my DSMP x RPZ AU would have made that obvious soon enough anyway 😭

[fgsfds09]

this is violet

she cuts her own hair, likes holographic stuff and hasn't showered in two weeks

i currently have two reqs lined up and i'll get to them before the year ends hopefully

more stuff about the future of the account and me are under the cut but tw/cw for mental illness and suicide ideations i guess

ok, so, i don't want anyone to reply to this, talk about this or reach out to me about this at all. any attempts will get you blocked on any platform i have you on. i just want someone, ANYONE, to hear me out. i know this is cringe, but i don't care, i no longer have the will to care. i don't care if you give two shits about me when i don't show the same kindness to myself.

i've been at my lowest for months at this point that it's getting funny, since november of last year holy shit did everyhting just get worse. if it's a mental breakdown it's been breaking down for months what the fuck is this supposed to be? the other time i felt like this was in highschool but it wasn't exactly the same. i had a life goal, it wasn't to get good greades or get in a good university or finish shit on time or even become a better person, it was starving myself until i either died or reached my goal weight which ot lower and lower. and now im so fat again and i feel like her efforts were in vain, what did she do this for? i thought getting into a decent program would fix this and i actually did feel happy, but im such a miserable pathetic cunt that nothing ever is enough, NOTHING IS ENOUGH AT ALL

am i so retarded that i can do nothing by myself? i've been losing friends left and right but it's all my fault, always my fault and honestly it doesn't matter anymore because tthe end goal is to block and remove every single one of them, every single one of you, every single person that might have interacted with me and either diasappear or end it all. the firnends i got from wattpad 7 years ago and the frends they brought along th way were the rock, they got me through all these times, they showed me unlimited and unconditional love and support and what do i give back in return? NOTHING AT ALL can't give them a better version of myself, can't give them a better friend all i can be is a retarded piece of shit and leave them behind which is so so fucking sad. i will at least treat them tea and home baked goods some fucking day but god i hope that day comes soon because i cana't take it anymore. but i love them, i love them and my cat more than fucking anything and im so glad i have them as my true friends, i hope they know they're th best things that has ever happened to me.

tip: if you ghost people for long enough they give up on checking on you and that's for the better, they better not know i exist, i no longer exist

the night, the fucking night in february that i finally decided to overdose and end it all i realised that i had ran out of my pills :DD the fuck. and then i lost my courage because of course i did. but maybe that's a good thing, the silver lining in still being alive was i started browsing gore subreddits and decided that the best way for me to go was a shotgun suicide. deep throat that shit and tilt back and bliss. i hope. it's so fucking scary to think that if i miss i'll become even more of a burden to my parents AND THEY'D MONITOR EVERYTHIGN i wouldn't even have the chance to try again. but i'll cross that bridge whe n i acquire a gun, i'll tint that shit pink and bedazzle the shit out of and clear a good 70% of my head out :3333 if i ever feel ready to go before that i'll hang myself in the farthest woods from my city and bloat with all my might, get so disfigured that they won't ever identify my ugly face. until then a girl can only dream...

shit gets better for a moment but then im back at square one, what good am i to this world? other than sitting on my ass, listening to shitty music and walking around the dining table fantasising about all the things i could've achieved and eating up daddy's money, i am nothing. nothing, just nothing. all i do is take up space and be a burden to those that love me. my parents tell me that i am not a burden but i can sense it, i can feel it, the thoughts are there in their minds. i am not sure if it's the sunk cost fallacy but one of us will have to cut our losses and understand that we will get nowhere. i guess that would be me, my parents could never ask me to leave. i know that they love me, but sometimes love is not enough and they can still love me whereever i am, i don't even have to be alive for it. all they are believing right now is that i am doing better and me taking less meds is the right thing all while my mind is in agony. but it's not real, it's in my head, and i am so ashamed, so fucking ashamed. i already do my best to disappear from their lives, i give no input to famil decisions, i try not to spend money, what else can i do? let me rot in my room and call some cleaning services, idc. i no longer want a room in the house they want to buy. the sooner they start pretending i don't exist the better it will be for all of us.

less meds mean more alcohol, i can get away with more alcohol and maybe even i shot up some heroin people would care about me less. i would do that given i had the chanve and that thought is so fucking terrifying. knowing that i innately want to destroy myself, and will fucking do so, it's terrifying. i hate every single part of myself, the part that is scared and the part that is mad, there is nothing good in me other than pure misery. i don't want to be sober, i don't want to be sober, i don't want to be sober, i don't wanto be sober at any moment of the day, not anymore not anymore not anymore not anymore. i am so terrified of men that the thought of being alone with A MALE FRIEND makes me sick to my stomach. nothing would happen, nothing would happen other than exchainging some laughs and memes BUT I AM TERRIFIED. I AM SO SCARED. i am so scared. so scared of everything. nothing ever happened to me that would justify this fear but my god does me brain hate me so much that it keeps giving me irrational fears to prevent me from ever escaping this room. living with my parents, it's so hard to destroy myself. they don't want me to drink even beer and i can't even cut anymore since i wear such revealing clothes. the cuts on my thighs from february or march are still visible and im scared they will always be, why are they so brown and ugly and not faded?? wrists get a milky white colour, WHY ARE THESE SO VISIBLE? no one has cauht a glimpse yet but what could i even say? a cat doesn't scratch in that pattern.

i live in a shit country in a shit city with shit people while being the biggest of shit myself. sometimes i even wish i was hitler so that i could be someone, ANYONE.

maybe one day i'll read this and cringe. maybe one day things will get better and i'll realise the progress i've made, or maybe, more possibly, i'll reference this post in my suicide letter in APA 7th edition format if i ever write one.

holy fuck was writing all these shit cathartic. i don't know why i wrote this at all. maybe i wanted someone to acnowledge me, that my existence wasn't in vain. my i wanted to acknowledge myself. each passing day i feel like im getting more separated from my body and my real life body is a different person and i, as my cconciousness, am somebody different. i hope one day i will be able to feel the same and a real person, but those days seem too far away.

won't even tag anything, pretend this never existed.

edit: 4.51am, i just learned a 22 year old girl killed herself by throwing herself on the tracks. i'll be 22 soon. maybe that will be my tipping point too.

[humanrindswrites]

solo performance

summary: corey can't sleep

pairing: corey taylor x gender neutral reader

warnings: smut, masturbation, gender neutral pronouns for reader

word count: 1058 words

originally posted to ao3 november 8 2022

For whatever reason, Corey just couldn’t get to sleep. It had been hours since the show had finished and he’d come back to the hotel to finally rest, but he had too much leftover energy. They’d be moving on to the next location in the morning and no amount of tossing and turning could get his mind or body to slow down.

Worst of all, on top of everything, he was hard. Painfully hard.

There was no way he would be able to sleep like this and something had to be done about it soon. He rolled over to grab his wallet out of the nightstand drawer and fished out a handful of Polaroids he hid in it. It was his partner’s idea for him to carry physical photographs of them rather than saving them on his phone. He wasn’t shy about showing his ass to the world, but he knew that they wouldn’t want their nudes circulated around.

When he first looked at the snapshots in his hand, his heart pulled at how much he missed them. Being able to hold them whenever he wanted, hear their voice, kiss their lips. God, those lips. He could already imagine those lips on him, on his face, his neck, going lower and lower until they wrapped around his cock.

His free hand drifted down his body, brushing over his clothed length which twitched at his touch. Slowly, he rubbed himself steadily through his underwear, feeling how hard he’d gotten and warming himself up. His focus was entirely on the stack of photos in his hand, the top one showing his love lying back on their bed at home, legs spread wide open and their fingers toying with their sensitive skin.

Corey’s mind drifted back to when he’d taken the photos; the two of them were a giggling mess as he instructed them on how to pose and what to do as if he was a master photographer conducting a shoot with a supermodel, not a guy making homemade spank material of his partner. The photos would remain their little secret forever and he guarded them with his life, not even his bandmates knew that he had them or else they’d want them for themselves.

He flicked over to the next photo of them on their knees with a toy in their mouth and he immediately shoved his hand underneath his waistband. A whimpered moan left his mouth when his fingers brushed against his bare cock, lightly stroking up and down as he let his imagination go wild. He could hear their voice in his head, begging him to touch them, to use his mouth and just fuck them.

The underwear had to go. He shoved them down his hips and set his length free, finally able to breathe and be stroked. He hadn’t brought any lube with him this time, not thinking he would need any, and opted to just spit in his hand instead. It wouldn’t be the most comfortable thing, but it would have to do. He let out a shuddering breath when he finally gripped his cock, his hold firm but just loose enough to stroke it.

He always found that the first stroke was the best, starting from the base and slowly moving up to the tip. His thumb swiped gently around the head and warmth immediately spread throughout his body, his head falling back against the pillow. He wanted to keep his eyes on the photos but they kept fluttering closed, his mind conjuring up images of their hand on his cock rather than his own.

The next photo had them bent over, face down and ass in the air, giving him a good view as they coyly looked back at the camera. His hand stroked faster, twisting around his shaft and toying with the slit, drawing a pearl of precum out for him to spread around. He couldn’t help but whimper and moan as he continued to pleasure himself, nobody could hear him or how he whined his love’s name, begged them to keep going even though it was his own hand on his cock.

He flicked to another photo, one taken after he’d finished on them, his cum splattered on their chest as they sucked on their fingers, a sultry look in their eye. Corey had a feeling that he was going to cum soon, his stomach tying itself in knots while his cock pulsed in his hand. He hadn’t realised just how hard he was until he’d started to touch himself, and now he wanted nothing more than to blow the huge load that was waiting. His hand stroked faster and faster as he looked through each of the photos, fanned out in his other hand like a set of playing cards. 

His mind played moving versions of the pictures in his head, his love taking his cock into his mouth, wrapping their arms and legs around his body, letting him slide inside and pulsing around them. He could hear their own moans in his head as he dropped the photos and let his imagination take over.

Come on, Corey, their voice echoed in his head. Cum for me, I know you can.

He finally came with their name tumbling out of his mouth in a string of moans, his cock pulsating in his hand as it sprayed a fountain of thick, white cum over his fingers and stomach. He continued to stroke himself through his high, milking his cock until there was nothing left to give and he could feel himself start to soften as his body jumped with each aftershock.

His body fully spent, he lay panting for a moment, trying to catch his breath as endorphins coursed through him and he basked in the afterglow. He wished they were there with him, to praise him and hold him, but he had to deal with a cold bed instead.

Once he’d caught his breath, he got out of bed and went into the bathroom to clean himself up, wiping the cum off of him and washing his hands. As soon as he’d finished drying his hands, his phone rang from the nightstand. There was only one person who could be calling him at that time.

“Hey, I was just thinking about you,” he said as he answered the phone.

[orchid-harmony]

I posted 230 times in 2022

That's 226 more posts than 2021!

43 posts created (19%)

187 posts reblogged (81%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@brick-a-doodle-do

@beckyu

@data-expunged-0

@aslitheryprinx

@pixlokita

I tagged 57 of my posts in 2022

#g/t - 16 posts

#c!orchid - 12 posts

#tiny!tommy - 8 posts

#g/t mcyt - 8 posts

#asks - 7 posts

#c!beckyu - 7 posts

#g/t writing - 6 posts

#giant!wilbur - 5 posts

#c!brick - 4 posts

#tiny!techno - 4 posts

Longest Tag: 120 characters

#it's both ranboo and tubbo but ranboo is just mentioned in a phone call and tubbo is speaking to tommy through his phone

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Adoption Comes in All Sizes

@mcyt-gt-events

This be for you @colossal-red

I hope you enjoy it ^^

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"Thank you so much mate, you're a real life saver."

"No problem Phil, I owe you for the many times you helped me."

"Still, you're a life saver."

"Do you need help bringing the tree to your house Phil."

"I would appreciate it."

"Alright, you need help with carrying the tree to the car?"

"You really asking that question?"

"Hey, just cause you're pretty strong and have a semi-buff body, doesn't mean that you can't use a little help with carrying a tree to your car."

"You know what, why don't you get my car closer so that you won't worry about me carrying the tree from here to my car?"

"Alright, be right back."

As his friend went to grab Phil's car, Phil took a look at the tree.

It wasn't too big, but it also wasn't too small, it was enough to fit inside his home.

Phil smiled, he couldn't wait to set up his new tree and decorate it.

After a bit of waiting, he saw his car.

Phil picked the tree up and carried it towards his car.

His friend got out of the car, giving Phil a glare.

"Bruh, I didn't tell you to carry the tree to your car."

"Does it seem like I care? No."

His friend sighed.

"Well, if you happen to get cramps on your old back, don't even dare call me."

"I'm not old!"

"Yeah, keep telling that to yourself if it helps you sleep at night."

Phil playfully rolled his eyes.

"Talk to you soon mate?"

"Yeah, good luck setting up the tree."

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31 notes - Posted November 30, 2022

#4

Getting to know of Each Other

1st part: The Night of the Giant Statues

Here is the second part, hope you enjoy it!!

Warning(s): Cursing, Being stabbed with a throwing knife

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"Wilbur!!"

The god yelled, he felt agony in his heart when he saw his son in statue form.

He ran over to his son, fell to the ground and wrapped wings around him.

He had tears running down his eyes, in the corner of his eyes, he could see Techno not moving, with his eyes widened a bit.

He put his head on his son's shoulder, not paying attention that he was next.

The next thing he felt was his body changing, but he doesn't care.

At least Phil was next to Wilbur.

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Phil was the first to wake up from his stony slumber.

He looked around the building, apparently the night guard said that the building they were in was called a museum.

"Strange name for a building this big."

Phil then realized something.

"The night guard forgot to tell us his name."

He sighed, not the first time someone forgot to tell Phil their name, definitely won't be the last.

"So now you're awake huh?" Phil turned to see the night guard at the entrance of their now called "room".

"How long have you been standing there? Waiting for one of us to wake up?"

"Just got here like a few minutes ago, as soon as I went inside here, your body was already turning back to how you used to look like."

Both of them stood there in silence.

"Is it alright if I can accompany you mate? I might not be much but I just don't wanna be here, feeling alone without my son and friend, you get what I'm saying?"

The night guard nodded, then started walking out of the room with Phil catching up to him.

Once they were out of the room, the guard took out his flashlight and kept walking.

"So you only have a flashlight to guide you in the darkness of the museum, and no weapon to protect yourself with?" Phil asked.

He was rather more curious than worried that the guard only had a flashlight on him.

"Yes, my boss only gives out flashlights. But my boss also allows me to bring a weapon just in case."

"Well, what did you bring for protection?"

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32 notes - Posted June 29, 2022

#3

Getting a new brother in a Giant Zoo

Again, thank u @wendy130 for letting me use the prompt, so here it is!!

Warning(s): Dehumanization (It's giants being kept in a zoo and being treated as animals), Cursing, Hitting (Just a random kid hitting little Tubbo)

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"Sir, you're lucky that you and your son weren't in harm's way from that Breach, are you sure you want to continue your visit?"

If Phil was being honest, yes, he would like to continue the tour.

He felt pity for the giants that they were stuck in a cage like animals, just for entertainment.

He was the one who caused the breach, and he wasn't caught letting the giant free, but the poor soul got sent back to their cage.

He felt disgusted that people locked up giants just to show off like some animal.

But then again, he was also here for his son, Tommy.

The kid was excited to be here, and Phil won't deny the fact that he wanted Tommy to have a good life.

"Yes, I'm sure that I want to continue the visit. Afterall, don't want to make me kid upset."

"Ah, love your kid that you would do anything to keep that smile on their face."

Phil nodded.

"It's understandable, parents can be like that with their kids most of the time."

Phil was soon let go, he went to his son, who was sitting patiently on a chair.

"Ready to go, Tommy?" Tommy looked up at Phil, then excitement took over his body.

"Alright then, I think I saw another giant around these parts, do you want to go and check it out?"

Tommy nodded his head rapidly.

Then they went to the section that the giant was.

Phil took a second to look at them.

The giant had pink hair, red eyes, they seemed to have a pair of glasses on them and a book to read.

Tommy gasped, apparently, the giant seemed to hear Tommy gasp since they looked towards where Phil and Tommy were.

He saw the giant's eyes dilate at the sight of Tommy.

It seemed rather adorable, if it wasn't by the situation that the pink haired giant was in.

They seemed to put their book down and get closer to Tommy.

Phil noticed the pink haired giants eyes dilate a bit more now that they can see Tommy more close up in view.

Both of them were fascinated with each other.

Tommy began to squeal in delight at the sight of the giant being this close to him.

Phil looks to his right, seeing a stand that seemed to have information about the giant.

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55 notes - Posted June 19, 2022

#2

A Helping Hand

This gift is for @eyes-eye-eyes for @mcyt-gt-events, I really hope you enjoy this, I did my best to try and write this out for you. I might be able to do the second prompt but loss of motivation might get in the way but prompt 2 might happen.

Prompt #1: T!SBI are out on a vacation, and get lost on their way back to the place they are staying. They attract some hostile unwanted attention. Thankfully, a g!tommy saves them before they can get hurt. Hurt/comfort :))) VORE MAYBE!!

Warning: Safe Vore, Cursing, a little bit of fearplay(I think)

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Phil knew things weren't gonna go well when they got lost.

He knew better than to trust Wilbur with directions.

But he did, and now he regrets it.

Him, Wilbur, and Techno were taking a vacation, it was a little cabin in a forest.

They wanted to have a picnic in a specific area where Phil went every time he used to come here for summer vacation when he was younger.

Of course, he wasn't allowed in the picnic area anymore due to rumors of people disappearing because of giants or dangerous creatures when they got to the picnic area.

He didn't and still doesn't believe the rumors. After all, those were just rumors.

He heard Techno sigh, "Dad, why did you let Wilbur take control of the directions when he clearly doesn't know where he is going?"

"Well then fuck you too Tech-no-blade, I'm no "Human Compass" like you are." Wilbur exclaimed.

"Don't say my name like that, you know full well that I could be a better guide than you could ever be." Techno exclaimed softly.

"Guys don't be so loud, we might attract-" Phil tried to explain but was cut off.

"Then go ahead Mister "Human Compass", show us the way towards the picnic site." Wilbur exclaimed as loudly as he could, just to spite Phil.

It was silent for a few seconds, before a voice came up.

"Well well, if it isn't more humans for me to have, I'm gonna be honest, it's been a real long time since I had humans for lunch, but today is my lucky day as it seems."

They all turned around to see a giant, he had brunette hair, with a coat on. The giant was smirking down at them.

They tried to run, but hands caught them before taking even more steps.

"I don't think so, you're not going anywhere except for my stomach."

All hope seemed lost in the situation that they were in.

"Tubbo, what the fuck are you doing at my side of the forest with humans who were on my side of the forest, I thought we had an agreement." Another voice spoke.

"Oh c'mon Tommy, just a little snack wouldn't hurt anybody."

"Then how would you like it if I come over to your side and take dear old Ranboo as a snack eh? Bet that he would be a good one too."

The giant holding them tensed.

"You wouldn't dare fucking touch Ranboo."

"Then give me back the humans, and nothing bad will happen to your dear old Ranboo."

The giant or Tubbo, thought about it.

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56 notes - Posted May 14, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

The Night of the Giant Statues

Warning(s): Cursing, Mentions of hard vore, Ready to embrace death (I think you know what I mean by embracing death), Mentions of su!c!de

Sorry that I keep saying full names over and over again TwT

2nd part: Getting to know of Each Other

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It was Tommy's first night as the museum's night guard.

The museum contained things of the past.

Like Greek Mythology, ways of how to win a war back then in the early days, hell, even the types of gods and pantheons.

As boring as all that shit sounds, it sounded interesting to a lot of nerds who are into stuff from the past.

And it was safe to say that Tommy was one of those nerds.

Sue him for that, but was it worth it learning about the past?

To some no.

To others yes.

Tommy couldn't care less.

So back to what he was doing, he was just patrolling around the museum, making sure everything was in place.

He went to one of his favorite sections of the whole museum.

The SBI Section.

It's a section with three gods that used to be a bit problematic back then.

But, as every story starts, there will always be an end to that story.

The people of back then gathered together, and made the three gods into stone.

One by one.

The first one to turn to stone Wilbur Soot, God of Insanity, Music, and Trickery.

They manage trick him.

How? Tommy himself doesn't know since it doesn't specify how they trick a god of trickery.

The next was Philza, God of Hardcore, Void, and Life.

He was Death's Husband, they turned him into stone while he was grieving from his already turned stone son.

The last one to turn to stone was Technoblade, God of Combat, Blood, and Destruction.

A powerful warrior beat him in a duel, both of them made a deal.

If Technoblade wins, both Philza and Wilbur Soot would be out of their stone cages of eternity and punish the people who turned them to stone.

If the warrior wins, Technoblade would accept loss and would allow the people to turn him into stone with the two other stone gods.

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69 notes - Posted May 3, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

[tsuki-sennin]

You and me, babe, livin' for dreams Lifin for love, drinkin' for free Sittin' on top of an old robot, sharin' and carin' it out... The memory's scrubbing you down!

Kamen Rider Geats is filmed in front of a live studio audience~! Seriously, I guess we're going back to that family sitcom vibe Revice had, if only for a bit. But hey, this should be fun, right?

We've got a new set of Riders to become our friends! ...or our enemies, one or the other~! And the triumphant return of homegirl Na-Go about to rock! Witness the Scheme game unfold!

Spoilers, I guess...

-Wan Paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanchi

-You did it, Ace! You saaaaaaaved the world!

-Recording!

-Neesan.

-Okay so this obviously indicates that Tsumuri is older than Ace, which lines up with Kokoro Aoshima being three years older than Hideyoshi Kan (...holy fuck, once again I'm a little bit older than a Kamen Rider lead, Jesus it's only gonna get more common from here...), but like... how much older, do you reckon?

-Of course, she definitely was a good bit older than him when he started playing, but I'm wondering if the DGP is a time immemorial sorta deal. How hard did the Qin dynasty fall with the DGP's influence? Were there like a bunch of early Mycenaens playing Fortnite against the Jamato? Did they ever get Linto and Gurongi in on the action? Was the first ever winner of the game like an Australopithecus Africanus?

-Oh wow, I forgot, he made all of the DPG management his family.

-...I can't imagine how lonely he must feel if he thinks Giroli and Tsumuri are acceptable family to him.

-Does this mean Punkjack is his cousin?

-HER FACE UHILJI

-Oh hey, the new cast are in the !

-There's Owl Grandpa, heard a bit of buzz about him.

-Ah, yep, there's Punkjack. Hareruya Win, his name is, which is... very funny, guess they continue with Halloween content well into November like I do.

-Goat Girl! I really hope you're cool too.

-No Na-Go in the intro, huh? Weeeeeeeeeeell, I saw her everywhere in the lead up to this arc, so I guess she's coming to play again soon enough.

-Having a nice family dinner~!

-Looks quite delicious.

-Dad!

-Oh wow, man can cook!

-Y'know Tsumuri-neechan, your loving single father still found the time to cook for his two children. How about we just relax and enjoy this lovely moment?

Tsumuri: I've been done playing house since two weeks ago, when is it gonna end? Ace: Well, if you find someone who can kill God, then I guess I can stop being your little brother- Tsumuri: Shin Megami Tensei VI confirmed! Kill him!

-So, you thought just now to ask about that, huh Ace?

-That we... don't know, hahahahaha :)

-Oh! You just... Win once and you get to play forever and ever.

-...to be fair, that does seem an effective way to get things going.

-Who's the rival of this arc gonna be?

-"Oh shit, Ukiyo Ace."

-Starting today, you are Kamen Rider Buffa Deez Nuts!

-"Wait a fucking second, I hate Geats!"

-"Dude what the fuck, why would you wish for that?"

-Oh shit, Neon! Whaddup girl? Can't wait to see you get that badass new form I saw all over the internet!

-I see John and Ben are doing well!

-...Ah... well, she's definitely still trapped in that house with her mother. That's quite terrible.

-"Do you miss her? :3"

-Keiwaaaaaa, my bestie! I missed you for two weeks!

-Gotta gamble.

-Hmm... this is definitely different. ...perhaps Morio rubbed off on him on an unconscious level.

-Tanuki soba! I hear that Tycoon's core is bundled with a cup of that stuff. That is certainly... a decision.

-Where we droppin', boys?

-It's game time.

-Papa Giroli's mask is super cool.

-Jesus Christ, Ace, what the fuck are you getting the system to give you now?

-Watch, it's gonna be something phenomenally petty like him wishing to meet a

-Desiiiiiiire!

-Oh fuck, he's got eyes on Tsumuri-neesan.

-Poor Azuma is just 110% done with all this.

-Grandpa!

-Oh this guy's gonna be like super evil.

-I'm guessing there's no age limit aside from "over the age of 18", which I guess is fair enough.

-Wow, okay, just stick your brother and the creepy guy coming after you on the same time.

-Jolly Roger!

-"Hey, I don't want this old dude or this random chick, can I trade them in?"

-Oh wow, there're... two three-man teams, I guess he's got a point.

-An Item!

-Oop, there's the Zombie Buckle Azuma loves so much.

-What the fuck are these names... Zelgar? Uzul'Arc?

-Y'know, I think a tutorial stage would be very helpful.

-Or at the very least, some kinda antepiece. Uh, Route Kanal in Half-Life 2 starts by making you pick up the crowbar to get rid of the boards blocking your way, and after that you get jumpscared by a Scanner that you instinctively smack down. And a bit after that, you have to kill Metrocops to progress, which you can usually do pretty easy because all the necessary information was conveyed to you beforehand. That kinda forward thinking would help a lot with keeping players in the game longer.

-Come to think of it, the Jamato give me big Combine vibes.

-Monster!

-I'm the Punkjack!

-Win, I hate you so much you're incredible hjhhlkj

-We transformed!

-These pirate guys

-"Oh, ho! My baaaack!"

-"FUCKING HELP ME YOU SCRUBS"

-I liked you way better when you never talked, Punkjack.

-Ah, so Giroli's not the GM. ...or, at least, not in charge of the game as a whole.

-"I wanna be young again!"

-Quite... interesting uses of literal godlike power, but.

-You are not a normie, Win.

-Okay I take it back, you're really fucking funny.

-Damn.

-Shut yo ass up, Mom. Trying to marry off your kid to a corporate suit. You should be ashamed.

-...I have to wonder, does the Game Master have a vested interest in helping Neon?

-Oh shit, Dad.

-OH SHIT NAOTO

-Neon, your dad is TimeFire!

-Tsumuri-neesan!

-"Well, you guys are fucked."

-Who could you possibly wanna get married to, Goat Gal?

-Oh she just straight up dipped.

-Well, I can't say I found you disappointing, Goat Gal. Hang on, I'm looking this up, what was your name again? Yukie Yaginuma? Letter?

-You certainly were The Letter (Wii U, 2014), not to be confused with the infinitely better Filipino VN The Letter by Yangyang Mobile.

-How about you, Grandpa Tanba? Keilow?

-"Fuck it, it's Ninja Time!"

-Taking a massive shit.

-"Time for you to lose, Fox Boy."

-If you don't fight, you don't survive!

-Na-Go, woooooooo!

-Oh shit!

-Kurama Neon's time to shine!

-BEAT!

-That cheering is ours.

-BEAT AXE!

-Homegirl got herself an axe bass. Just like the kind Marceline had.

-Damn, music and cat motif on the same female Rider? Takahashi must really be trying to make up for Yaiba and Poppy.

-Tactical Blizzard!

-Ah, you can just

-Do that now, damn girl.

-Yeah, that's awesome, I love this power-up. You've more than earned it, sweetie.

-Round 1's over!

-Good job, dipshit.

-"Did that massive shit you take make you feel better?"

-Gotta love homegirl Neon.

-Gotta get that wish!

-"Why do you fight, Fox Man?"

-What on earth happened to Fox Mama?

-The Game Master picks the players.

-Oh shit, Geats got a gold scarf.

-A cipher, huh? Are we perhaps getting Jamato script?

-Oh fuck, a labyrinth.

-Alright, speculation time!

-Neon's dad. What's his name, Kousei? He's obviously gonna be important later. My guess is that he's somehow related to the people in charge of the DGP. He's definitely not the big boss, but the fact that Neon got drafted back in with such an obviously amazing Raise Buckle to start tells me that he's definitely got strings to pull.

-Now, about Fox Mama... I find it very interesting that they got a notable seiyuu to voice her early in the season where she first appeared. Yuka Terasaki, you probably know her as Korrina in the XY seasons of the Pokemon anime, Hephaestus in DanMachi, Kudelia in Gundam: Iron-Blooded Orphans, or... perhaps most notably Luna/Ruka in Yu-Gi-Oh 5D's. This is wildly speculative, but I think that perhaps the actress we saw in Ace's flashback was a Shemp for Terasaki, who actually has done live theater in the past, and Toei's just building up for her grand appearance in the late-game of Geats.

-Anyways I think that's all for now. Join us next week, for real this time when we continue gaming! ...in a big dumb maze!