#gonna tag it laterrr

[fl00mie]

still struggling

[siracethegreat]

grrrrr Know the enemy and know yourself sketch page grrrrr these are my sillies

[kays-artstuff]

[2500ji]

i literally feel sick to my stomach

[sorrowfulsidekick]

▸ // A gasp, soft and low, to the start of the other’s answer. Every logical conclusion yelled that the one before him was literally different, that hurt emotional core remained as illogical as always. Was he truly that forgettable? The other boy he apparently loathed so much didn’t remember him, just as the world forgot him, or even he himself…

…

▸ // A familiar nausea clung to him, a panic almost took hold, until the words continued, practically knocking the fennec upside the head. ‘ Cool ’ ? Back straightens, The comment a jolt to the system, forcing waning focus back to reality. Chewing ceases, distracted as wide eyes threaten to fall from sockets.

“ I uh– You think I’m…? ”

▸ // As sodden, rice covered, cheeks grew rosy there was no denying the flash of restrained joy- a soft light returning to lifeless eyes for just a moment, fleeting before features fall, shadowed once more as shoulder slump. That downcast gaze observes dirt riddled gloves. Fingers twitch as if calculating an answer; counting. Each day a finger, lifting and lowering in attempts to recall. After a round or two he clearly loses count, doubting himself as the time and events blurred.

Then he goes still, once busied fingers curl together into fists.

“ No. This is just like before. ”

▸ // Hostility coil itself with each word, they come out unbalanced and weak in a twist of sluggish anger.

“ What do you care? No one ever cares. E-everytime anyone’s been nice it’s always because they want something. “ He scoffs with a shake of his head. Though his words were fiery and his guard strengthened one could note how odd it was that his weapon remained inactive at his back, leaving him uncharacteristically open.

“ So, then, w-what do you want ? “

— ;; Recalcitrance swiftly turns to acquiesce, and as he watches the other gorge brazenly. Of course, he’s filled with a sense of relief at the sight, but his heart twinges with sorrow all the same. How long, he wonders, has it been since the poor kid’s last meal? Curtailed, he sees himself, young and helpless, sitting there scarfing down any kind of sustenance he could scrounge up after running out of food in the cabin.

❝Nah, don’t know you,❞ confirming with the added shake of the head, Tails finally moves to sit with legs crossed, peering out into the dusty emptiness around as he tries not to ogle Kit during his moment of vulnerability, ❝I think I’d remember someone as cool as you.❞

— ;; Plicating arms allow fingers to tap against their opposing biceps, and he finally splays out to rest his back against the hut. Should he interrogate the kid? Absolutely he’s not going to let him walk off on his own with no food or shelter again, but judging by his initial reaction, he doesn't seem too keen on trusting Tails.

Well— maybe lightly prodding about his circumstances could be inoffensive enough, as long as it doesn’t get personal. 

❝So… you’re out here by yourself, huh?❞ Inconspicuously as possible, chilling his stature further by resting his arms behind his head, he quizzes, ❝how long’s it been since you went off on your own?❞

[disventura]

y'know what i think wednesday will be hecata. i'm gonna call it there

[dietcokegirly12]

im sorry to bother you but I love your writing sm... could you do a nikolai one or a threesome with fyolai

“Pent-Up”

featuring fyodor doestovsky and nikolai gogol ִ ࣪𖤐

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art credits: pinterest ˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗

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a/n note: thank you anon for this req omg, i had so much fun with it (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈) also dw i'm gonna release an only nikolai fic laterrr!

keep in mind, reader replaces dazai in the prison arc (っˆڡˆς)

tags: threesome, cowgirl double penetration, mutual masturbation, anal, unprotected sex, teasing, slight degrading, squirting, humping(?), mention of death, mention of oral (fem) at the end, etc etc

word count: 2.5k

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who knew being trapped in the most secure prison to ever exist could leave you so pent-up?

it had been eight months since you had last seen the light of day, and eight months since you had been touched by anyone but yourself.

and it was getting unbearable.

the only solace you had was the man in the cell across from yours, fyodor doestovsky.

as a former member of the port mafia, and a current member of the detective agency with a long list of crimes to your name, in all the commotion, you had been arrested by the hunting dogs and placed in the secure space across from his.

and as the days turned to weeks, and eventually you lost all track of time and what was happening in the outside world, he proved the only one you found comfort in.

through thick and thin, and no matter what, he was always there.

which obviously, he couldn't leave, but just the fact he would entertain you when the days seemed to blend together, and always would comfort you when you had one of your inevitable panic attacks from spending too long in confinement, meant the world.

and of course, being enclosed as you were, always in clear sight of the other, he really was always there.

whether it be when you were eating, or sleeping, or changing, or even.. masturbating.

and truly, when it happened, you hadn't meant for him to see, or even hear you. but you should've known you couldn't hide anything from a man with fyodor's capabilities.

it had been eight miserable months in the prison cell, and you were desperately craving physical touch. you practically ached for intimacy. so... you took matters into your own hands.

with a hand between your plush thighs, panties halfway to the side, and your back arched upward from your front-facing bed, you were doing something incredibly risky but you couldn't bring yourself to care, too lost in the haze of pleasure you were giving yourself.

"mmph.. hah.. f-feels so good," you moaned, picturing it was someone else's fingers toying with your clit languidly. someone else who was right in the cell across yours.

picking up speed in your rubbing, you squeeze your legs together, eliciting a small whimper as you feel yourself getting closer.

and just as you think you're going to be able to push yourself over the edge, and relieve all the tension that's been plaguing you for the past few weeks... nothing.

with a small frustrated groan, you turn over, pulling your fingers out in defeat.

now you were right back where you started, still incredibly horny, only with the addition of now being wet and throbbing, unable to finish on your own.

"need some help over there, myshka?"

you gasp, bolting upright and in the process, let the blanket fall off your body to reveal your bare breasts, and lower stomach.

“shit!”

fyodor simply watches with an amused look as you rush to cover yourself, quickly pulling your covers up to your chin.

“no need to be shy now, darling.”

“fedyaaa..” you whine out, cheeks tinted pink. “y’weren’t s’posed to see that.”

he smirks at that. “oh? then who was?”

you flush, turning away to drape the blankets over yourself, hot all over with embarrassment.

a few seconds later however, the quiet sounds of squelching fill the air, and confused you turn around, unsure what he’s doing.

nothing can prepare you for the sight that awaits you however.

fyodor’s pale hand wrapped tightly around his narrow cock, pumping up and down slowly as his eyes lock on yours, a coy smile curling the corners of his lips upward.

the first thought you have is that he’s long. longer than you’d be able to take, you bet, not that there was much likelihood of that trapped in confinement.

as you ogle at him with wide eyes, mouth agape, he purposefully lets out a drawn-out moan, his head tilting back in pleasure.

before you can stop yourself, you find your hand disappearing back between your thighs, desperately rubbing to get yourself off from the sight of him.

his eyes are closed, but his mouth tilts up, like he can sense what you're doing.

your cunt flutters at the sight of him so exposed like you'd never seen him, and you feel more arousal seeping out of you.

speeding up, you circle a finger around your sopping entrance before plunging in and out, sloppily lewd sounds ensuing.

reaching one hand up, you squeeze your breasts, panting softly as you imagine that it's fyodor's hands doing it rather than yours.

your stomach curls up into tight little knots, and your breathing heaves as you feel yourself finally drawing closer to tipping over the edge.

"say something to me fedya. please?"

he chuckles softly, voice slightly breathier than usual as he whispers out, "fucking filthy girl. jerking off to me while you think i'm asleep, hoping i wouldn't notice, hm?"

and it's then that you can't hold back anymore, soft cries of his name leaving you as you twitch and shudder, drenching your hand and thighs in your slick.

and you can't see it, but you know fyodor finishes close behind as soft, guttural groans leave his throat before he lapses back into silence, broken only by the sound of your combined soft breaths.

you had been facing up at the ceiling for most of it, and as you turn over to your side to face fyodor, you see he's already on his side, looking at you.

"as soon as we get out of here, myshka, i'm going to fuck you senseless."

your heart rate increases as you stare at him, lips slightly parted.

"these eight months of confinement so close, yet so far from you have been torture. i don't care who, or what is around us, i'm going to take you and finally make you mine."

you blush, already feeling needy between your legs again just from his words. "as soon as we get out.." you agree.

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the next morning, you're awoken by loud shouting.

immediately sitting upright, you look over to fyodor's cell, but he's gone.

"hey!" you swing your feet over the side of the bed and are just about to stand up when suddenly the floor drops from under you, and you fall straight through.

you land with a harsh thump! on the hard floor in a foreign area, a tall man wearing striped pants and a white braid leering down at you. "so, you're the one who captured fyodor's heart while he was captured?" he laughs at his own joke before extending a hand to you, a sly grin on his face, one scarred eye shamelessly checking you out.

fyodor stands beside him, rolling his eyes at his companion, still dressed in his white prison uniform with his hands folded across his chest impatiently.

around them were several mangled bodies piled up, guards you assumed.

it was obvious this had been planned. they had clearly been in communication. and yet... what was it that fyodor had said last night? that it didn't matter who or what was around, he was going to take you as his anyway...?

you're startled out of your thoughts at the feeling of cold hands snaking around your waist, bringing you face-to-face with the man you had longed for in confinement for so long.

and now here he was.

touching you.

after being deprived of him for so long, you could care less whether his friend was there to watch or not, and without hesitance you throw your arms over his shoulders and smash your lips onto his, tilting your head to deepen the kiss.

his mouth is cool on yours, and tastes faintly of something heavy and intoxicating, the slightly musky flavor invading your senses until you were practically drowning in it.

with one finger, he tilts your chin upward, and places light kisses down your jaw, tongue darting out occasionally to taste your skin, making you groan in pleasure at the feeling.

and it's then that you feel the warmth of someone pressing into you from behind, and two arms wrapping around your waist.

you gasp softly, trying to move away and unintentionally backing your ass up further into the man behind you, causing him to let out a soft groan.

fyodor chuckles, pulling away to cup your face gently. "it's okay. he won't bite."

swallowing, you stare up at fyodor questioningly.

but before he can answer, the one behind you leans forward, breath tickling your ear. "name's nikolai. but you can call me kolya, little dove."

"i've been telling him about you, my cellmate, for a while now after finding a way to communicate to the outside world, and he agreed to break us out of here on one condition..."

suddenly, nikolai's hands which had been resting at your front begin to slide up your body as fyodor speaks, large palms coming to cup your breasts through your shirt, causing a small involuntary whine to slip out of you, slightly grinding your ass back against him.

"...he gets to fuck you too."

heat pools low in your tummy and you desperately nod in agreement, eager to feel both of their hands on you, giddy with the promise of finally being touched. "please."

nikolai laughs from behind you, hands squeezing tighter around your tits. "seems she doesn't mind having us both, greedy girl."

you whimper softly, leaning back on nikolai as you guide fyodor's hands to between your legs needily, not willing to waste another second.

"someone's eager." fyodor teases, lightly brushing his long fingers along your inner thighs, achingly close to where heat radiates from between them.

however, for all his taunting, he's not faring much better than you, his pants tented from the impressive bulge straining against them.

"someone's eager.." you mock back, one hand reaching out to splay across his painfully hard cock.

with a hiss, hips bucking into your touch, his eyes turn feral, voice dropping dangerously low. "take off your pants. now."

as you quickly obey, nikolai's hands slide down to help you, leisurely pulling them down past your hips until you're in nothing but your panties sandwiched in between them.

quickly, they shift you so you're straddling fyodor's chest, with nikolai behind.

"think you can take us both, dove? i don't want to wait any longer." nikolai purrs out, eye glinting.

as you nod in affirmation, they instantly begin to move as one, fyodor spreading open your thighs as nikolai's hands come to your hips, rutting against your ass slightly.

desperate to feel you for the first time, fyodor's already pulling down his pants to reveal his cock, flushed a pale pink and dripping with pre-cum. it's so long it reaches halfway up his stomach and is even prettier up close.

before you even get the chance to marvel at him, however, he's already lining himself up and pushing in. "myshka, you have no idea how long i've dreamt of having you like this."

all you can do is grip tightly onto his shoulders, soft gasps leaving you at the stretch of him pushing deep inside you.

his cock has a mean curve to it, one that has you dizzy as it reaches all the way to brushing your cervix, without even moving.

there's shuffling behind you as nikolai undresses, and before you can even adjust to having fyodor's cock nestled into your snug walls, his tip is prodding insistently at your hole.

expertly, he reaches one nimble hand to your front, toying with your pulsing clit languidly, and completely covering his hand in your slick before pumping his cock with it a few times as lube.

and where fyodor was impressively long... nikolai was impressively thick.

obscenely so.

his shaft was girthy, and lined with thumping veins and ridges, precum pearling at the slit tantalizingly.

and if you thought you were full before...

the second even an inch of his heavy cock started to push its way inside you, his hands holding your hips steady from behind, you swear you're seeing stars.

"fuck! s'too much! i-it's not all g-gonna fit!" you cry out desperately, squirming in fyodor's grasp as nikolai grunts from behind.

"yes it is.. take it. take it all like a good little slut." fyodor's fingers come to rub circles over your clit to get you to loosen up more for them, accented voice smooth as velvet.

"kolya! y'er so.. so big!" you gasp as he giggles slightly from behind, pushing you forward onto fyodor enough to lift your ass higher.

"hm, is that so? that's not even all of it yet.." and with that, he pulls back before snapping his hips into you, bullying the rest of his thick cock into you in one harsh thrust.

you squeal, falling forward onto fyodor who simply hums, before starting an absolutely brutal pace, meant to completely ravage your poor pussy.

nikolai also begins to thrust into you from behind, barely even giving you time to adjust to his sheer size before you're ping-ponging back and forth between the two, the filthy sounds of skin against skin filling the air.

with the force of their thrusts, your breasts are jiggling, and eagerly fyodor takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently, tongue laving tantalizingly around the hardened bud.

you moan, arching up as you quickly tangle your fingers into his dark hair, nikolai groaning behind you.

you know you're not going to last long, not with the way you've been dreaming of this for months, so in an effort to not cum too early, you try to crawl upward and away from their drilling cocks, but nikolai is having none of that, quickly pulling you back to sink even more of him inside you, a small tsk tsk leaving him.

"where you going, little dove?"

you whimper softly in reply, eyes shutting tightly as you try to fight the wave of oncoming pleasure threatening to crash over you. "kolya... fedya.. hmph c-can't.. m'gonna!"

and before you even realize what's happening, your body convulses as with a shudder, you squirt, gushing your release out all over the two, as wave after wave of blinding white pleasure hits you, leaving you a dripping, soaked, mewling mess when you're finally done, panting for breath.

"бля! какая у тебя грязная пизда!" ("Fuck! Such a filthy pussy you have!")

fyodor's words come out in frantic, slurred russian, his only warning before he's spurting load after load of creamy, white ropes into your abused cunt, some of it seeping out to puddle around you.

nikolai follows quickly, a loud throaty groan slipping out from him as more hot ribbons of cum paint your insides white, cock throbbing as he empties himself in you.

and as you all collapse into a heap of sticky, glistening bodies, your faces sweat-sheened and blissed-out, you feel someone nestling between your thighs.

looking down, you see nikolai's head pressed between your legs, eyes closed peacefully.

"kolya..." you warn, voice slightly ragged.

he smiles mischievously. "what? 'm resting!"

as you relent, settling back down, your thighs are pushed open suddenly and a hot mouth instantly latches onto your leaking cunt.

"gotta clean you up..."

and it’s then, you feel another mouth eagerly join.

tagslist (ask to be tagged!<3): @bokukenmakuroo @newnlovesjennie

[taskforcemasks]

okay so . it’s 4 am so this is gonna suck and be boring but whatevr. anyways! hello ,, we made ourselves a little side blog for us (more so graves did for everyone else ,, and to reblog art))

we’re a bodily 21 yr old system, trying. to get through life with a job and everything this life has dealt us. we don’t really use tumblr that often and are mostly on discord so feel free to message us if we’re mutuals for our discord ! this blog has no age limit but if you intend to befriend us (mutuals is okay!) please no one under at least 17. 18+ is preferred however. our main blog is @marbleddmasks :] so we’ll follow and stuff from there (i actually don’t know how side blogs work)

i’ll place our dni here so it’s easier to see then i’ll introduce the fellas who will mostly be on this account !

DNI.

endos + their supporters, (neutrals are on thin ice), proshippers/darkshippers/comshippers whatever their stupid abbreviation is, anti-antis, radqueers, homophobes/transphobes, terfs, ableists, anti xenogenders / neopronouns , under 15 (this is for our comfort as we are so much older),, basic dni pretty much

anyways!!! if you survived reading that and you don’t check off any of the boxes, welcome!! hopefully you’ll enjoy your stay and we can be friends, as for the inhabitants of this blog, here they are:

Graves - co host + fictive - he/him - sign off: 🪦

Ghost - host + protector + fictive - he/it - sign off: 👻

Makarov ‘11 - fictive - he/him - sign off: 📌

Adler - co host + fictive - he/him - sign off: 📙

more will be added and introduced as they come back around!

i would add what our tagging system is gonna be but i’m waaay too tired for that so ill make a separate post or edit this laterrr

[tomatomarrow]

[ nine people you want to know better tag ]

three ships: as far as I'm concerned, shipping is for mariners :p it's not a crucial part of my enjoyment of texts outside of the experience of the text itself. (my relationship with this and most other parts of fan culture is odd, idk)

first ship: they're attested to in Mesopotamia as far back as 4000 BCE ✅

I'm gonna add one cuz the previous two were duds: last thing you described/explained/summarized: the speech to song illusion

last song: i spent a good chunk of today exchanging playlists with a crush (if by some chance you're reading this no you aren't it's a surprise I'll tell you laterrr) so Atlantic City by Bruce Springsteen :}

last movie: gunpowder milkshake with @caduceator actually wait it was 10 cloverfield lane! somehow didn't recognize Mary Elizabeth Winstead at all

currently reading: i have @morhath's copy of to shape a dragon's breath and i am ashamed to say that i have not opened it yet :( too much has been going on lately (sorry B I'll crack into it soon)

currently watching: i'm not very good at television; i finished s01 of the terror a bit ago. probably it'll be leverage with @caduceator (we each watched a bit of it separately but happened to be perfectly synched up with each other by coincidence)

currently eating: brown rice & black beans from the slow cooker

currently craving: if i publicly admit that i crave anything they might very well nuke me (it's cuddles)

tagged by: @voidstep (a delight, thank you!) tagging (only if you feel like it): @tiredtransgal, @oeht, @cryptidgh0st, @thebeardedheart, @tenderspecter, @aconfusedbird, @worms-of-the-rot

[sskk-ao3feed]

My life as soukoku-child! &lt;3

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/pH3q1K0 by Dazai_ahhh uhm I had it as draft with over 2300 words but somehow it got deleted sooo uhm You are Y/N, the child of our fav ship soukoku! Soon you're gonna have your first year in a school so you and your parents are gonna have lots of stress- I mean fun! (Uhm so Eri will stop writing stories for a while but I'll gonna explain laterrr) TW: my English is bad cause it's not my first language TW: idk if it's a tw but Mori Words: 752, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 2 of fluffy soukoku >_< Fandoms: Bungo Stray Dogs, BSD - Fandom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Osamu Dazai, Chuuya Nakahara, soukoku child - Character, Yosano, Atsushi, Kyoka, Mori Ogai - Character, Elise, akutagawa - Character, Ranpo - Character, Poe, Karl, Kunikida Relationships: soukoku - Relationship, Skk - Relationship, Dazai x Chuuya - Relationship Additional Tags: bungo stray dogs - Freeform, Soukoku, Skk, bsd, y/n is soukoku's child, osamu dazai - Freeform, Chuuya Nakahara - Freeform, soukoku being dads, Yosano - Freeform, atsushi - Freeform, Akutagawa, Kunikida - Freeform, Kunikida is the math teacher, mori ogai, Mori is the director, elise - Freeform, Kyoka - Freeform, bsd alternative universe read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/pH3q1K0

[beanbeanbee]

I am determined to stay up til 9 am for the direct (totally not going to fall asleep-)

[feliville]

I wish cringe culture was Actually dead

[itsmyhugbear]

spent all night drawing a fancomic of someone else’s fanfic is where my life’s at right now I guess

[ao3feed-larry]

Sad Eyes, Empty Smiles

by ifiseeyouagain

Louis swallows. "Do you know any place like that, then?" He asks, voice soft. "Someplace you won't be lonely?"

  It takes a few seconds, before Harry shakes his head no.

  "Do you have any other friends you can go to?"

  Again, Harry shakes his head. "It's lonely everywhere," he whispers, closing his eyes. Louis bites his lip, ignoring the twinge of his heart.

  Another crazy idea -the second one of the day, his brain needs to calm the fuck down- pops in Louis' head and he has half a mind to push it back and give himself an internal scolding because fuck no. But then he sees Harry's face, withdrawn and tired and so, so innocent, and it's as if his mouth has made a decision of its own.

 "I can take you to mine." Aw, fuck. He did it again. --- AU in which Louis wishes for acceptance, Harry desires love, life is a battlefield where two lost and broken boys are left to heal...

Words: 6239, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Multi

Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik, Niall Horan, Liam Payne, Jay Tomlinson, The Tomlinson Family, Anne Cox, Gemma Styles, Original Characters

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Liam Payne/Sophia Smith, Zayn Malik/Liam Payne

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Shy Louis Tomlinson, Bad Boy Harry Styles, Bullying, Homophobia, Homophobic Language, Underage Drinking, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Past Child Abuse, Child Neglect, Anxiety, References to Depression, Slow Burn, OT5 Friendship (One Direction), Fluff and Angst, because believe it or not, it is gonna get real sweet as we move ahead, Hate to Love, kind of, ummmm what else, i don't know really, I'm Bad At Tagging, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, laterrr

via AO3 works tagged 'Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson' https://ift.tt/3BMCY5T

[irkenheretic]

okay i promised id do it and im doing it: Explaining The Plot Of That AU I’m Vague About: The Post

(as i was preparing to write this i actually got my 250th follower, which slapped)

so i’m just gonna start with the simple version, which is this: it’s a rebel AU which primarily centers around the tallest, who are both defective. they give up on trying to make any meaningful changes as figureheads, and instead direct their attention to being involved with the “neo defect revolution,” or NDR. they do manage to make one change as tallest- there is a garbage dump planet turned into a sanctuary for defectives (who in this au are executed once discovered,) and eventually enough of the populace finds out about it that the tallest have to deal with it. they finesse their way into kicking it out of the empire, so now it’s its own planet with its own rules, governments, and most importantly, immigration policies and protections

a lot of stuff happens and it’s gonna be structured using arcs, and each arc has a separate protagonist/deuteragonist/tritagonist lineup (but that doesnt mean the same lineup won’t be used multiple times!) and yes the insane list of OCs are for this au alone: some arcs are very OC-centric, some have OCs as supporting characters, and a couple are all-OC or mostly-OC. 

its going to be very longform and it’ll span from the tallest’s elite training days to twenty years after zim arrives on earth. (the 20 year gap btwn zim arriving on earth and the story proper isnt as tightly plotted as later tho.) the point is to see how a revolution on the scale of the NDR works, who was fucked over by defact laws, who was fucked over by other laws, etc. theres a lot of lore and a lot of headcanons i made for this AU and even a conlang. i am a being of hubris. itll be a series of fics, some multichapter and some oneshots. 

the series as a whole is gonna be called Invader Zim: Annexed or just Annexed for short. its a pun on an irken word that sounds similar but means the exact opposite. i am not explaining more bc itll be explained in the fic itself. but thats why the tag for it is #anx lmao

i didnt mean for this to be as long as it got but under the cut im gonna breakdown some of the early arcs:

so it all starts with a fanfic called Love Is The H-Word (no the “h-word” isn’t “hell.) it centers around red and purple as elites-in-training, who do a little whoopsie and have an egg. purple doesnt wanna smuggle it into a smeetery, bc then he’ll never see it again, so they go to the defect sanctuary (still a part of the empire at this point.) purple knows he’s defective while red has a hard time accepting that he is as well, due to events from his past. but being around all these other defects are starting to wear down his denial, and the fic is all about that. it also sets up some plot stuff, like how defects adopted a self-identifier in the word “heretic,” hence the sanctuary being named, “heretirk.” (hey look my url!) (no, the “h-word” is not heretic, either.) 

i dont wanna say what happens in that fic bc spoilers, but stuff Happens. its also when we meet some ocs that end up being important, and the existence of others are foreshadowed. this is also where we meet the tallests’ future advisor, rarl kove, for the first time, as a local who decides to keep them company. purple bonds with kove due to their shared interest in politics, while red reluctantly bonds with titch, a young irken (a smeet in heretirken standards, an adult in imperial standards- did i mention he and red are roughly the same age? lol) who is interested in military stuff and thrill-seeking and general destruction. titch is pissed because he claims his father is stealthing on devastis as a military commander, but won’t let titch sneak in as a soldier, as titch is deaf. 

(fun facts: in the au, “titch” is regional slang for “a little bit.” ironically, titch the character is above-average in height.)

due to titch’s deafness, he developed “gesturespeak,” irken sign language, so he can communicate. this existing becomes important later

a oneshot called invade the system is right after h-word in publishing order. it details zim’s exploits in leaving foodcourtia, where he was assigned and infiltrating the invading academy he eventually graduates from (in this au, zim is too short to be an invader, which sucks because the hight minimums for the military are really short to begin with lmao)

the fic chronoligically after H-Word focuses on red and purple being back in their platoon on devastis, specifically red navigating his training and his relationships with two defective platoonmates, pon and zi (who are in h-word a little,) after the realization that he too is defective. it also focuses on how the irken military works, and how they train their soldiers. 

the first arc overall focuses on red and purple going thru training and such, and ends after they graduate and are on the field, working to get commander rank. (they planned to gain commander rank then leave and go back to heretirk to train an army there, as heretirk has.... no army.) in the middle of this, they’re pulled out and told they are to become the next tallest. they debate over staying and taking the job or just running to heretirk, and they ultimately decide to stay.

the next arc i call the “bridge,” tbh. its less tightly plotted than the other arcs; fics are spread apart from each other chronologically and all that. it spans the time after the tallest being appointed to a little after zim arrives on earth. it also has a couple of anthologies focusing on imperial defects- each chapter is a new character. these guys are all important and the easiest way for me to introduce their backstories without cluttering everything up is anthology style, lmao. other things that happen are a look into how the tallest work, eventually culminating with the resolution of the tallest having to Deal With Heretirk, tenn’s rescue from meekrob, and zim on earth obtaining a half-irken smeet named pip due to stealing an Unethical Science Experiment from dib (which is pip.) the bridge is basically just. “heres some stuff that happens between point A and point B so when we get to point B you’re not confused as all hell.” 

the next arc focuses on zim. in the first fic, pip is sick and zim is trying to get into his neighbor’s pants, to cope. this basically sets up that zim in this au has no idea how to find personal fulfillment in living- he’s only OK if he focuses on pleasing someone else, be it taking care of pip or doting on the neighbor, some rando human named piqu (pronounced, “peek.”) this is mainly a cute romance story with the underlying veneer of “a child is slowly and painfully dying” in the background. fun! 

without spoiling the circumstances, zim and pip end up on heretirk, which at this point is its own independent planet. pip is in the hospital for most of it so zim has to do his own thing. computer fans rejoice bc hes basically zims dad at this point, who tells him to go outside and get some fresh air and talk to the locals instead of schmooping or screaming in anxiety. im sneakily introducing more characters like ini, the “next-gen zim;” a short bio-engineer (she works on PAKs) who was constantly passed over by everyone because they dont trust someone that short or they dont trust someone that spazzy, even though shes actually brilliant. also her brother mo, who’s a pilot that NOBODY will teach military-class ships to (at this point, HTK has a population of ex-military that had their old ships, but still no formal army) because he doesnt talk and they think hes “slow” as a result. for the curious, he is physically able to talk most times, he just doesnt like it. zim ends up teaching him how to fly military-class which ends up being important laterrr

(haha ini and mo. wheres meenie and minie? ILL GET TO THEM)

no really, theyre quadruplets. named ini, myni, minie, and mo. these are real characters. 

minie isnt introduced till later. shes too cool to be the side character in someone elses arc. she is feel uncomfortable when we are not about her.

myni is busy palling around with pip and pip’s friend “elly” (real name elevenn, with two N’s.) elly is a half-meekrob War Crime Baby and tenn’s smeet. he has vision problems (he can “see” energy signatures of things, as opposed to conventional sight. everything is monochrome and he has to really focus to see like, words on a paper. also fuck tablets) but the trade-up is telekinetic powers (that he cant use too much or his brain will melt. fun!) this isnt relevant until the arc AFTER zim’s, where they end up poking around a historical site due to myni’s interest in that kind of thing, and they find logs of an old revolution (that was actually pretty successful in their goal, before they were caught and executed,) that lead them to a man named lefy. he helps with revolutions and helped these guys, and the trio go to seek him out; myni because he wants to impress his parents with helping them, pip because after they’ve recovered enough to walk around and do stuff, feel like they need to justify the choice to save their life and make their dad proud and all that, elly because he doesnt want pip to get hurt and die. And thats where the stuff REALLY starts happening and i cant tell u more sorry

this seemed kind of disjointed but thats bc i cant really be too detailed otherwise id like.... spoil it lmfao. but thats the summary of the first few arcs.

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Aperture Tag Liveplay + Analysis (Part 9a)

Ha! I bet you thought I had given up on making these! I only almost gave up! But this next part is very important, so I can’t quit yet!

I don’t want to make this too long, so I’ll split it into two parts. 9a (this part) will be focusing on the ALSSER, while 9b will be about the escape sequence. I might go a bit out of order to keep it organized accordingly.

We’ve made it through the testing, but our next task is much more dangerous, so Nigel is going to guide us to make sure that we do it correctly and survive.

Remember how I said in this part that the names of Aperture Science Patented Devices would be relevant in the story later? Well here it is. Nigel is starting to face consequences for his lack of professionalism by being yelled at for using acronyms instead of the full name (presumably by the core whose job it is to come up with the names.) Also can we talk about how he called 18 “my friend”? because *crying cat reaction image* Especially with the “I will catch you laterrr!” at the end, it’s obvious that he sees himself and 18 as very good friends now.

The ALSSER is big and important. A lot of work went into this. Appreciate the vastness of it.

Nigel and 18 are in charge of shutting down the old ALSSER (also notice that he continues calling it the ALSSER in spite of what just happened), it has to be done manually so a test subject has to do it. I’m gonna skip ahead for a moment to this developer commentary:

The facility itself is completely fine, even after the old ALSSER blows up. This is probably why GLaDOS was okay with assigning the task to a rookie testing associate and his first subject, because if something goes wrong it doesn’t have a severe impact on the facility. However, it is very dangerous to the person who shuts it down. (I have tried staying behind, and yes I did die when the ALSSER blew up.) Which is why Nigel is so worried about making sure that 18 can survive the shutdown sequence. I was talking in a Discord server a while ago about how GLaDOS probably doesn’t care that much if 18 dies while shutting down the ALSSER. She is just another test subject after all. But Nigel takes his job very seriously. He knew from the beginning what the purpose of the testing was, so he not only helped 18 get through the tests, he also set up the escape route in advance and designed the test chambers to prepare her for the escape.

And I am going to cut this part off here, because the next part will be about the escape sequence itself. Thanks for reading!

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