#he wasnt fuckin human on dis one

[ochi67]

[revelboo]

the recent development with 'everything is alright' has me wondering about king starscream and how... lonely he seems. granted rattrap is there but hes... not much company in stars mind, i think. like dont get me wrong i knew he'd be lonely and a little on the right side of miserable, but that in tandem with the bit about 'dont you know you're home/his future/the one good thing in his life' bit from the last chapter has me!! chokign up a bit cuz damn he really wasnt kidding!!! he got what he wanted but at the cost of still being miserable bc its fuckin LONELY at the top when youre paranoid as all hell with VERY REAL justifications to back said paranoia up!!! god!!!

Yeah, King Star isn’t all that happy. I do like playing with different versions of the same character and just tweaking the circumstances. In Everything is Alright he’s alienated himself from his Trine due to his paranoia, in True Romance he still trusts his Trine and has that relationship, so he’s a lot less paranoid and lonely, in Overdone his Trine just drifted apart. He could have made more of an effort to connect and reach out, but he was so focused on his goals, he didn’t really notice that gap widening until they’re almost strangers to each other

Overdone Pt 2

IDW RID Starscream x Reader

• “You’re weren’t on earth, were you?” He asks when Rattrap gawks at the human in his grip. Striding past, he heads for his private habsuite. Hears Rattrap weakly call out about the reports and he ignores him. They can wait. But you? A human from nowhere plummeting to your death. Closing the door behind himself, he studies you as you cling to his servos. Timid for a spy. “Well?” He growls, depositing you on his desk. “Where did you come from?” Who sent you to spy on him? Wants to know so he can and deliver your broken body to them.

• Falling on your hip, you stare at the big monster and his wings flare out. Trying to say something, anything, when you’re too terrified to make a sound. You’d been driving and then crippling pain had slammed through you, feeling like being torn in two. And then finding yourself somewhere wholly different falling to your death. It’s a nightmare and you can’t wake up. Lip curling, he slams his huge palms down far too close to you and you scream and cringe into a ball. “Speak! Who are you working for?” He roars.

• Pretending at terror? No, venting softly as that acrid shift in your scent registers, he leans back. Not an act. “I don’t know! I don’t know anything!” You cry, little voice broken and terrified and his wings droop slightly. Maybe you’re telling the truth, but you came from somewhere. Humans don’t spontaneously teleport across space and time. Except you apparently had. Servos tapping on the desk, he glares at you and the problem you pose. If you are a spy? An autobot ally sent to undermine him? Why risk your death? If he hadn’t grabbed you, you would have died. Maybe whoever had dropped you meant to see what he’d do and you’re of no importance to them beyond as an expendable pawn?

• “Stop cowering and sniveling,” he growls and you risk a glance at that scowling face, see his optics narrow at you. “If you show your fear, others will use that against you.” Heart hammering against your ribs, you watch him pace around the huge room. And when he’s not looking at you, you can breathe. Try to get your bearings. You have no idea where you are or how you got here, but it had hurt worse than anything you’ve ever felt. Tracking him as he lifts a hand, murmuring, you realize he’s talking to himself at the same time it sinks past the fear that he’d caught you when you’d been falling. He’d saved you.

• Why had he saved you? Because you’re not a monster not matter how much you pretend you are, that annoying, little ghost whispers and he curls his lip. “You know nothing.” Refuses to look, to let his processor trick him with impossible things. Would think maybe you’re a hallucination, too. Except he’d felt your little heart beating against his servos, the warmth of your body in his hands. He’s not mad enough to imagine details like that, yet. Though for you to appear when he was considering not pulling up? Are you a punishment? Drifting back to the desk, his head tips with predatory interest as he rests a servo against your throat and you lay a soft hand on him. You feel real. “Tell me why I shouldn’t rid myself of you. Make me believe you’re no spy.”

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[nicoforlifetrue]

Ok, because I fucking can PLOT

Ava is just a silly goofy lil animated series that chosen (need a normal name for him...) fuckin adored, weather he's human or stick idk yet, but he loves the funky mentor/main character of chosen one and dark and FUCKING dies ala chocking on a pbnj or something and wakes up as chosen when he's first created, which fuck, right?

So he goes (ok I know this guy will be nice to me if I just prove I can talk right???) Only here comes system being like "nope! Not allowed, plot has to happen :D" which double fuck he does NOT wanna be an adblocker for who knows how long and does not wanna get on this guy's bad side, only his system of course is a bitch and he has to deal... Lucky it's not too boring cuz the system let's him watch movies and shit (a fav hc of mine lol) so y'know it's whatever.

In comes his escape and he's not trying to wreck house so much as get tf out, and when darks made he goes full shen Yaun at white lotus binghe "look at the baby!!!!" Manages to convince the child (that's a fully grown man chosen-) to escape with him, and he's like "now I just have to tell him not to destroy shit there dark death plot and my evenchual torture and imprisonment and seconds freinds death and imprisonment avoided!"

Only uh oh the code~ and as the years go on and dark is still a destructive lil shit he just gets better at hiding it from cho this time, and then cue the bug arc only this time dark dosent die! Because he doesn't kill the innocent kids! He looks at chos fucking devastated face and his begging to not do this and crumples like a stack of wet cards after a sufficient beating, yay! He changed the plot everything is fine!

Enter victim and what is svsss fans know as a "kidnaping wife plot!"

He's having a time and also oh yeah he's not sure if he's gonna get out of this because when he died THE NEXT EPISODE WASNT OUT YET TRIPLE FUCK!!

And that's what I got so far, ideas? Who should be the airplane equivalent, purple? Second? Red? Not sure lol I'ma write this fic tho so hit me up! Also gonna start tagging all this as "svsss x ava" lol

[tea-and-secrets]

so me and my ex gf of 5 years had a bad breakup last year, around the end of summer. when i moved out (we lived together, like we had an entire life and friends together) i didnt tell anyone. i waited until she was visiting family, i packed up and left while they were gone. i ended up taking her cat when i moved out of state (like FAR).

*brief reference to animal neglect, none actually occurred, but, well youll see*

ive been in this cats life for the 5 years my ex and i were dating, so its not like 😺 wasnt my baby. and ive been the one primarily taking care of him for those years (for a long time i was a stay at home or worked less than 20 hrs a week to ex's 40+ hr weeks, so it made sense). once we broke up - and there were a lot of reasons why, the biggest one being the "rescue" of a bait dog, and subsequent neglectful abuse of her in the resulting weeks. i ended up working 2 jobs at 50+ hrs a week, while taking care of an ex bait dog (who had SERIOUS behavioral issues, especially around colored men, which i am), a special needs cat, and all the house/yard chores for a 2b2b - she told me to "stay the fuck away from my 😺 and 🐶"....but would be gone for days at a time, rarely being at home for more than enough time to sleep & shower & [redacted]. suffice to say these animals would have greatly suffered, maybe even died, if not for my IMMEDIATE intervention. i was already so used to caring for 😺 anyways, and i grew up rehabing strays so im used to the bites and aggression

fast forward to when I'm about to go. the 🐶 had been rehomed properly through a shelter, and no one ever found out about ex's abhorrent neglect. i know taking her 😺 was wrong, they were together for 3 years before i came into the picture . 😺 was her ESA even! when they finally noticed 😺 was gone (5 days after id left. no idea if thats how long they were gone or if that's just how long it took to notice 😒) they said they filed a police report, but nothing ever came of it. no calls, no letters, no warrant for my arrest, nothing. but i genuinely believed it saved 😺 life.

i know i made the right decision, but i still feel so guilty about it, on top of all those icky feelings from a breakup 😞

*for those wondering 😺 is doing fantastic!! he's f i n a l l y up to weight, his ibs is 100% under control, his arthritis has been successfully accommodated & no longer bothers him, and hes reliabily getting his 3x a week intestine medicine. his fur is full and luscious, his teeth get brushed 1-3x a week, his hair is brushed everytime i brush my own, same with his nails. i also keep it fucking immaculate in my apt, unlike the very...unhygienic 🤢 environment i removed him from. which is huge, he was having a LOT of issues due to that, 😺 loves that i clean the litter box every 5-9 days (if i can smell it, if he complains, i scoop it) now

not only that, but 😺has all sorts of: toys, cat nips (theres like 6 varieties?!?!), treats (wet & dry), beds, blankets, hidey-holes, tunnels, and [human] friends who love on and help me take care of 😺 if im unable. 😺 even gets supervised outside time once or twice a week (in a backpack or on a leash), which they obvs goes fuckin nuts for!

all in all, dont worry, 😺 is very loved and cared for to the point where 😺 (10ish yrs) acts like youngin now... i just still feel guilty 😭 and had to tell someone other than my therapist

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[pesterloglog]

Dave Strider, Dirk Strider

Act 6, page 7748-7756

DAVE: ok actually maybe i will get into it

DAVE: i dunno why my friends got to have adults around who cared about them

DAVE: they complained bitterly about stuff so i guess i convinced myself they were all in the same boat as me

DAVE: but thats not how it was

DAVE: their complaints were trumped up nonsense and i bought it cause... i dunno

DAVE: i didnt have any frame of reference

DAVE: but his dad and her mom no matter what they said it was so obvious they cared about them deeply

DAVE: even jades weird fuckin grandpa who died when she was young obviously would have done anything for her

DAVE: why did i get such a raw cut of the asshole deck

DAVE: and why did it take me so long to figure that out

DAVE: and like hes dead now so thats that

DAVE: so all thats left to do is look back and try to put the pieces together of my first 13 years

DAVE: and all i can think is what the fuck WAS that?!

DAVE: i dont come away with the impression i used to try convincing myself of, that he was like "mysterious" or "stern" or "aloof"

DAVE: the only feeling left is this insane impression that i was raised by somebody who fuckin HATED me

DAVE: and the whole act of even "raising a child" was some totally fucked up game to him

DAVE: like parenthood was one of the highest tiers of irony in his solemn bullshit bro-ninja code

DAVE: so he went through those motions and did whatever he thought was "funny" or "badass"

DAVE: but under that weird stylistic and totally sociopathic approach to parenting i cant even IMAGINE there was any emotion toward me other than some sort of loathing

DIRK: What...

DIRK: Did he do?

DAVE: i dont want to get out the laundry list

DAVE: but for reference laundry wasnt one of those things

DAVE: that was just one of the many little domestic things i just had to sort of FIGURE OUT

DAVE: sorta like i eventually had to learn what the REAL purpose of a refridgerator was from movies

DIRK: Wait.

DIRK: What??

DAVE: i dunno theres too much to even get into

DAVE: just

DAVE: i dont remember the atmosphere ever not being nerve wracking

DAVE: all havin to sneak around and...

DAVE: ugh my shitty childhood spider senses are tinglin just thinking about it

DAVE: it was "training" you know

DAVE: but you know what it really was it was some vicious shit that was bad and sucked and i hated it

DAVE: it didnt make me stronger

DAVE: it did the opposite

DAVE: it made me never want to fight

DAVE: it made me never want to see blood or be near danger or hear metal sounds

DAVE: it made me hate the idea of being a hero cause he was a hero and he ruined the idea of heroism

DAVE: i dont even want to be fighting this shitty version of jack but hey nobody else has secret welsh powers so i guess i have to

DIRK: ...

DAVE: what gets me is how long it took me to put all this together

DAVE: to stop seeing it as some kinda roughhousey and eccentric life i had but was otherwise normal

DAVE: it took years to deconstruct it all and put it back together to understand how fuckin mad i should be

DAVE: and in particular how stone cold deeply uncared for i was my whole life

DAVE: like... being merely "monitored" by a violent robot

DAVE: i only started getting it after spending a lot of time in person with a bunch of people who actually did care about me

DAVE: and i could start feeling like

DAVE: actually somewhat human for the first time

DAVE: instead of...

DAVE: some sort of runty afterthought to a household cabal of smutty puppets

DIRK: ... Puppets?

DAVE: the fuckin puppets!!!

DAVE: i know how it sounds but i am NOT joking and there is NO shred of doubt in my mind that he loved all those puppets more than me

DAVE: honestly it is very possible that he was just insane and thats that

DAVE: i guess it didnt help either that we lived with what we have come to understand may theoretically be the most evil doll to exist in any universe ever

DAVE: in fact its my tenuous understanding that he came down to earth with that thing and like actually grew up with it

DAVE: maybe...

DAVE: maybe spending 30 some years being unseparable from that hell puppet had some effect on him??

DAVE: maybe if it hadnt been casting a pall over our apartment 24/7 since he took me in...

DAVE: grinning...

DAVE: glaring...

DAVE: laughing in my sleep...

DAVE: maybe our lives wouldnt have been quite so...

DAVE: maybe we would have...

DAVE: ugh

DIRK: What?

DIRK: You ok there?

DAVE: .....

DAVE: .....

DAVE: yeah

DIRK: That doll.

DIRK: That was Cal, right?

DAVE: yeah

DIRK: Right.

DIRK: My version is "empty", apparently.

DIRK: Whatever that means.

DAVE: huh

DAVE: how do you know that

DIRK: A source.

DIRK: One supposedly knowledgeable in jujus.

DIRK: I never quite knew what that meant, though.

DAVE: well

DAVE: whatever his was

DAVE: "empty" is never how i would have described it

DIRK: Hmm.

DAVE: man

DAVE: i dunno if i figured something out here

DAVE: like um "explained" something or

DAVE: if im just driving myself crazy with this talk and nothing even needs explaining

DAVE: it doesnt change my past or how i feel about him

DAVE: he was still pretty much awful no matter what the reason

DAVE: and im sure thats the only feeling ill ever have about him

DAVE: so who cares why it was like that

DIRK: Yeah...

DIRK: That...

DIRK: All sounds really bad.

DIRK: I don't know what to say though.

DIRK: Maybe I shouldn't say anything.

DIRK: Since I just remind you so much of him, for, uh. Obvious reasons.

DIRK: I don't want to make you feel worse, or make it sound like I'm offering a defense.

DIRK: For him, or me.

DIRK: Because I don't have one.

DIRK: For either of us.

DAVE: come on man

DAVE: YOU didnt do anything

DAVE: this was just some douche bag with your exact dna, who happened to grow up to be my bro

DAVE: you had a completely different life full of like

DAVE: different choices and actions and stuff

DAVE: and even if you were gonna turn out like him youve barely cleared the half way mark on actually chronologically gettin there

DAVE: in some way ranting about all this is probably just uncool of me because...

DAVE: you arent him

DAVE: youre not resposible for any of this shit but im sorta implicitly tacking it on you anyway

DAVE: so

DAVE: sorry about that

DIRK: I'm not sure it's true though.

DIRK: At least, I don't feel that way.

DAVE: what way

DIRK: That I'm not him.

DIRK: The fact is, I am.

DIRK: It's something I've come to understand about myself.

DIRK: All splinters of me are basically me, no matter how much I want to resist that truth.

DIRK: Or pretend they aren't reflecting my own qualities back at me.

DIRK: I bear a certain responsibility for all of them.

DAVE: splinters...?

DIRK: Yeah.

DIRK: I guess the concept isn't that unique to me.

DIRK: We've all got other versions of ourselves running around here and there, throughout the various compartments of this messed up cosmos.

DAVE: right

DIRK: I just happen to be particularly connected to mine.

DIRK: I've felt...

DIRK: Haunted by them.

DIRK: And what that really means is, I'm perpetually haunted by my own bad qualities.

DIRK: So, when I hear about stuff I did in another reality,

DIRK: I'm not sure what my adult self might have ever tried to do to atone for that stuff, if anything...

DAVE: pretty much dick squat

DIRK: Yeah. But in any case,

DIRK: I'm sure I was completely in the wrong, and I'm sorry I messed up your life.

DAVE: ...

DAVE: thanks

DAVE: but

DAVE: it still feels a little odd accepting an apology from somebody who i just met and technically had nothing to do with my life

DAVE: even if you do feel guilty splinterways or whatever

DAVE: it is just a messed up situation

DAVE: and i guess i had to vent

DAVE: and there was never anyone i wanted to say all that to

DAVE: and the only thing that was gonna drag it out of me i guess was like a teen stand-in phantom of my dead bro

DAVE: just some perfectly innocent dude havin to take the brunt of this shit

DIRK: I'm not particularly innocent though.

DIRK: I've messed a lot of things up.

DIRK: With my friends.

DIRK: Honestly, that's why I wasn't that bent on sticking around, when I showed up.

DIRK: And pretty much jumped at the offer of flying here to get ready for some yet to be explained battle.

DIRK: Battles are easy. Just you, a sword, some bad guys... it's a lot simpler than having to answer for things you did.

DIRK: For the most part, I feel pretty bad about the role I played in my friends' lives.

DIRK: Especially Jake.

DAVE: what happened there

DIRK: I don't even know.

DIRK: An unmitigated disaster for which I'm entirely to blame.

DIRK: It's not any one thing. I think I was just a completely toxic element in his life from day one.

DIRK: I don't know what he's doing now.

DIRK: I wouldn't be surprised if he was trying to avoid me as much as possible.

DIRK: I'm sure that's for the best.

DIRK: I think I need to stay out of his business for a good while, so I don't risk poisoning another innocent kid's life.

DIRK: Like I did with you, apparently.

DAVE: yeah

DAVE: i mean

DAVE: maybe its a little different cause relations between peers is a whole other thing

DAVE: its tricky shit and youre both figuring stuff out on a relatively equal footing and youre both at the same point in your lives

DAVE: its not like when one person is older and supposed to be a lot more...

DAVE: never mind this is a fucked up thing to think about

DAVE: but the bottom line is yeah laying low while you sort out your stuff cant hurt

DIRK: Right.

DIRK: The thing with that, with my adult self's...

DIRK: Ways.

DIRK: The sad thing is,

DIRK: I can really see it.

DIRK: How someone like me can go unchecked in life, and turn out to become a much worse person than I already am.

DIRK: I guess I'm just relieved I still have some time to make sure that doesn't happen.

DAVE: you dont actually seem like a bad person to me though

DIRK: No?

DAVE: nah

DIRK: Why not?

DIRK: We did just meet, after all.

DAVE: because

DAVE: i dunno if truly bad people wrestle so much with whether theyre good or bad

DAVE: i think if i ever sensed my bro like

DAVE: struggled at all with what he was doing or who he was

DAVE: or showed any sort of doubt

DAVE: that might have changed everything

DAVE: but there was never a crack in it

DAVE: or the slightest hint of introspection behind the aggressive cooldude facade

DAVE: if there was i sure never noticed

DAVE: i mean personally

DAVE: i think about it all the time now

DAVE: what it actually means to be good or bad

DAVE: or if not something that starkly moral

DAVE: at least just trying to examine the difference between being decent and being a douche

DAVE: maybe its because of him i worry about that now

DAVE: but for me i think that internal struggle is kind of mild

DAVE: for him...

DAVE: or you i mean

DAVE: it sounds like some pretty dark shit

DAVE: like grappling with...

DAVE: becoming evil vs simply trying not to

DIRK: Yeah.

DIRK: That's not too far off.

DAVE: but the point is

DAVE: even just talkin to you a little bit

DAVE: its obvious youve been fighting with that

DAVE: which means that you care enough to put in some effort

DAVE: i think that counts for something

DIRK: Maybe.

DIRK: Not sure if I'm ready to accept a pat on the back for recognizing I have some problems, and worrying about whether they'll destroy me and fuck up the people I care about.

DIRK: That might be setting the bar kind of low.

DAVE: well when it comes to the subject of him

DAVE: the bars already pretty low dude

DIRK: The weird thing, honestly,

DIRK: Is that it's actually kind of refeshing to hear a sincerely leveled critique of all my negative qualities, coming from another person invested in a relationship with me, rather than from a fucked up iteration of myself as some bizarre "trollish" form of self abuse.

DIRK: The only thing I've ever been exposed to are either various forms of self loathing either from me or my auto-responder, or attitudes completely oblivious to my real issues, as expressed through my friends.

DIRK: My friends always seemed to cut me so much slack, or were just never aware of the kind of person I really was.

DIRK: Well, Jake probably is, by now at least.

DIRK: But he's also the sort of guy who's just as likely to blame himself for stuff I did, as he is to blame me.

DIRK: Jane and Roxy, though.

DIRK: Never seemed to see anything wrong with me.

DIRK: If anything, just the contrary.

DIRK: Roxy in particular had a certain... fixation.

DIRK: She meant well, but was so enamored of me, and seemingly everything I did.

DIRK: Which I think was the last thing I needed.

DIRK: To be idolized in some form by other people I respected.

DIRK: I had enough of that feeling coming from within, particularly when I was younger.

DIRK: And since then, I've been plagued by the insane ego of my youth in the form of an artificial intelligence I designed which essentially trapped that state of mind in a sort of horrid suspended animation.

DIRK: Until... recent developments, of course.

DAVE: so

DAVE: was that stuff true

DAVE: when you said you idolized the other version of me

DIRK: Yeah.

DAVE: and not just some bullshit like how i used to say the same thing about my bro when i didnt know any better

DIRK: It's definitely not like that.

DIRK: I never lived with him, or met him, so couldn't have anything like the contentious relationship you had with my older self.

DIRK: He was a historical figure from centuries ago.

DIRK: There was a lot to admire, and think about fondly.

DIRK: Especially since I was alone, and never had any direct contact with another person, or any concept of civilization.

DIRK: So even though I'm sure I romanticized what his life was like, and the early 21st century in general,

DIRK: It was nice to think about you.

DIRK: I passed a lot of time that way.

DAVE: you say there was a lot to admire

DAVE: like what

DIRK: Well...

DIRK: He was pretty famous.

DIRK: Made some successful movies.

DIRK: At least under a somewhat expansive definition of "success".

DIRK: And an even more expansive definition of "movie".

DIRK: His work accumulated a lot of subversive political influence, which got him in trouble later.

DIRK: He made like a million bullshit Statues of Liberty, scummed them up with jpeg artifacts, and littered them all over the planet.

DAVE: holy shit

DIRK: He was also a pretty badass swordsman, and an active member of the resistance movement.

DIRK: He slaughtered the clown presidents on the roof of the White House, and flew away on a shitty skateboard.

DIRK: Then it seems he gave the Batterwitch a pretty good run for her money.

DIRK: It wasn't enough, but at least he went down fighting.

DAVE: that

DAVE: yeah

DAVE: ima need to hear more details on this some time

DIRK: Sure.

DIRK: But as you can tell, clearly there was a lot to look up to.

DIRK: I thought about the examples you set constantly. The creative ideals, the advanced theories on irony and humor, the tales of courage and martial prowess.

DIRK: Really, I modeled everything about myself after you. Or at least everything good that I was trying to become.

DIRK: And I probably spent an embarrassing amount of time imagining what it would be like to live during his time, and to be able to have something resembling a sibling relationship, or be in some sort of master-apprentice situation.

DIRK: When I finally learned you existed, and started to understand who he really was in relation to me, that put a lot into context.

DIRK: I realized he was a version of you who got a chance to live up to his full potential.

DIRK: And when I understood there was a young version of you, in a situation sorta like mine, whose time on Earth got cut short when you were thrown into all this,

DIRK: I was at least happy to think there was some reality where you got the chance to do everything you wanted to do, be successful, and fight for all the right things.

DIRK: Even if ultimately it didn't lead to a great outcome for humanity, you had an opportunity to live a full life and show what you were made of.

DIRK: While I guess I had... the same opportunity on your world, somewhat less fortunately.

DAVE: yeah

DAVE: but then for all my bitching i guess i still never grasped your full reality

DAVE: just like you probably didnt grasp mine, but just reading into the mindset of a historical figure as best you could

DAVE: what if i wasnt as heroic as it seemed?

DAVE: what if adult me was kinda douchey too in a way you couldnt observe

DIRK: Perhaps.

DIRK: But beyond a certain point, I think accomplishments speak for themselves.

DIRK: I dunno if you can just completely shred every person who ever did great things because they had some flaws.

DIRK: All I can say is, it was important to me to see him the way I did.

DIRK: As a good person who inspired me, and set the standard for what I wanted to be.

DIRK: It kept me going.

DIRK: That said, I'm also glad there's this version of you who got to go through all the things you've been through.

DIRK: Like, yeah, you didn't get to be the cool celebrity who cuts down juggalos on badly defaced government property.

DIRK: And the idea of a "normal life" was rudely taken from you, and it's something you'll never get to experience.

DIRK: But this is so much more challenging, and uncertain.

DIRK: You get to apply all that potential you showed in one reality to something much bigger and more existentially critical.

DIRK: Whatever strength you showed in trying to save a dying planet, the fact is, I think we need that more here.

DIRK: And the trials inherent in being a part of something like this, I think they bring more out of you than a relatively pedestrian life on Earth would. Make you face more things about yourself. At least, that's been true for me.

DIRK: But it sounds like it's been true for you too.

DIRK: It sounds to me like the experiences you've had changed you a lot, for the better.

DIRK: You mentioned the experiences with him that were designed to make you stronger have actually made you weaker, but really, I doubt that's true.

DIRK: I bet you've become stronger than you realize, not because of anything he did, but because of what you've done, and the ways you've changed yourself through your own effort.

DIRK: I hope it doesn't come off as overly sentimental garbage, but it seems to me like you turned out to be a really good dude.

DIRK: Like, really, a better sort of dude I ever imagined talking to when I pictured meeting the legendary guy I idolized.

DIRK: I pictured him as probably being "too cool" to be the type of guy you are.

DIRK: But you know what, fuck being too cool for that.

DAVE: ...

DAVE: you

DAVE: ...

DAVE: ...

DAVE: ...

DAVE: you dont think im cool?

DIRK: Nah.

DIRK: I mean, in the right way, yes. I think you are.

DIRK: But, in the way that doesn't mean anything and doesn't matter,

DIRK: Not particularly.

DAVE: ...

DIRK: Anyway, that's...

DIRK: All my "stuff", with respect to your other self.

DIRK: Again, there's a lot more I could say about him.

DIRK: Maybe stuff you should know, or maybe it's all irrelevant to the path you're on now.

DIRK: Regardless, I'd be more than willing to answer any questions you have about him.

DIRK: Or, anything really.

DIRK: Feel free to ask me whatever, ok?

DAVE: ...

DAVE: yeah

DAVE: i

DAVE: ill have to think

[carmenized-onions]

these are my thoughts

-the amish story?? we're starting with the amish story???? so you want me to bawl my fuckin eyes out, is that? i hate you onion.

-its been 0ERR minutes. damn right. feel the burn carmen berzatto, feel it!!!

-i actually had to switch tabs and play the countries of the world quiz cuz ohhhh my god carmy talking to chef david is never an easy pill to swallow

-mikey called me? i have been officially adopted into the family? im all warm inside. but as a middle child, i am offended. deeply. we also care for people and have to like keep the peace! also ouch, id feel so guilty as a baby getting the big bro attention when the big bro's actually baby is being left on read.

-oh shit oh shit we're back ahhhhhhhh please chef david/carmy needs multiple warnings. also so real so real so real receiving praise from someone who always criticized you is not as sweet as you thought it would be. actually somewhat repulsive.

-i mean,,,, great introspection there carm, but maybe like 0ERR minutes too late buddy

-"The only fuckin’ good thing in my life" ....okay maybe i change my vote and i support tony folding. im folding.

-“Hey asshole—” Richie stops, when he sees David. “Ah. You’re needed, Chef Carmen.” dont back down richie dont back down call him out in front of the stupid exec he put over everyone else. also did you notice in season three no one said 'cousin' once? not onceeeeee. carm deserved it, but damn did it hurt. please heal me onion

-“Want your coffee?” He corrects, like stroking your ego will make you fold. It does. ehehehehehe yeah yeah ill do itt

-fuck me this is dark.

-“Cousin get my fucking bag, now!” she called him cousin.

-ummmm can this be an x richie jerimovich now actually?

-carmen is definitely the joke. i know im tony, but id be on my hands knees for her too.

-onion. “And no one wants you to acknowledge that you’re the guy— Like you can take the compliment, but you can never say ‘I know, I’m doing it on purpose.��” how have you managed to capture the human experience of being the dependable people pleaser into words and such good words????? i could only wish to be as good at writing as you are. profession well chosen.

-'You laugh, and it quickly turns into a groan as you try to come up with something. “I uh… Oh! I fuckin’ hate the nickname ‘Jack’, that’s something.” “Oh?” He leans forward, teasingly intrigued— You’ve thrown him a bone, because you’re the guy, too. He’s able to focus on this in lieu of himself.' ahahahah i knew this was coming, if she liked jack it would've stayed jack but noooo its chip! i been waiting for this one, turn it up! also yes so 'the guy' of her, turning the convo to you only to help out the other guy cuz the guy never wants to be the center of attention unless its actively helping someone out ugh i love you onion

-i think im gonna try to minimize the comments, its like ive got one after every sentence, jeez cool it dude.

-sydmikey crossover kind of , wow. its hitting me. i wonder what they wouldve been like together.

-'and neither of you know this is a lie, yet.' actually fuck you onion.

-shit forgot the richie carmy fight was happening right out the window???????????????????????????

-lol. bear in the freezer 1.0

-you're making me miss mikey even tho im reading mikey but damn i miss my bestie and he should be enjoying the bear with us rn (even tho the bear is shit rn 0ERR but like if it wasnt)

-“If that’s what getting a star takes, I don’t want it.” oh fuck. us squidink truthers out here winning.

-'Richie’s a good dad. You will never find a good time to tell him this.' i know what you're referencing and i despise you for it. tony will tell him.

-'“Yeah, well you need to read Mark Wolynn’s ‘It Didn’t Start With You.’” Richie’s got lists of books now, instead of zingers. They somehow hit harder.' they hit very hard my man, very hard. #teamfuckeveryonebutrichie

read the rest so quick that i felt like i lived it. i hate you. you write so well. my best friend died dude ,you gave me a best friend who knew me and saw me and you killed him???

those are my thoughts. ive been reading this on an off since 10am, it is now almost 5pm. i was meant to be studying. truly the best form of procrastination is reading your work. i hope my review, tho lacking, it welcomed.

-jude the dude <3

So fun fact before we get into this, I am currently at my parents house packing all of my shit because I move into my apartment next thursday!! Thank y’all for being patient w/ me. I would fucking love to get the next chapter out tommorow (and answer all my asks) but we’ll see. I really need to prioritize packing but I,,,,, don’t want to. 

So now as my form of break I’m answering asks between boxes LMAO. SO ANYWAYS LETS FUCKING YAP FOR A WHILE!!~

(also please continue to send in essays, I've got quite the backlog if you're worried I didn't get it!! I probably maybe did!! Just busy fucking couple weeks)

I was so excited to do “what are you amish” as an opener, the doc was literally named ‘amish’ in google docs. I knew it was gonna shoot everyone dead on impact. Speaking of doc names, you ever wonder what the docs of these chapters are named?

(mushy potato is still chapter 13 I just had edited it a lot and made a new guy) I’m a little unhinged. 

Anyways FEEL THAT BURN CARMY BABY!! This was such a distressing chapter. I think it only adds to the stress to have those really sweet (mostly) moments with Mikey and then go into actually on the fucking brink with Carmen. 

I APOLOGIZE TO ALL MY MIDDLE SIBLINGS!! I think we babies and middle kids should team up tbh to beat Older Sibling’s ass. Middle/Babies are 100% also taking weight on our shoulders and I feel like this is never appreciated, so I wanted to have Tony be a baby, cause it goes against that type of a Baby Sib never being the dependable one. 

I love my middle brother dearly though. I think I see trio siblings fall into the categories of

Oldest - On a hierarchy level, emotionally responsible for everyone. 

Middle - Often financially/emotionally responsible, keeps family connected.

Baby - On a personal level responsible for emotions! One-on-One dynamics, yknow?

At least, that’s where my family and coincidentally the Berzattos seem to fall. I have to stop yapping about this let’s MOVE ONNN

SOOO REAL to get praise and not feel good. It’s so wild. It’s such a wild experience to get the praise you always wanted from someone and then realize immediately oh what the fuck i don’t give a fuck what you think and quite frankly i should’ve never been trying to impress you?? It’s such a weird human experience. Can a psychology major explain this to me. 

0ERR MINUTES TOO LATE LMAOOOO— But yeah, from what I noticed, some seemed to fold after seeing how fucked the rest of Carmen’s Friday went. I feel like it also completely changes the feeling of Something to Do. Should I do a poll again? Actually no I wanna do a different poll hold on…

RICHIE! NEVER BACK DOWN NEVER WHAT? NEVER GIVE UP!!! I did notice the lack of cousin in S3, which completely made sense and hurt deeply, however I live in a world where I wanted everyone to at least a little bit understand each other. 

-ummmm can this be an x richie jerimovich now actually?

This is the poll I wanna do. Because I’ve seen a lot of RiChip or SquidInk truthers coming to the light. What the fuck would Mikey’s ship name be actually? Mikchip? McRib. What? 

You had me blusshinn with quoting the guy scene!! Thank you for saying so. I was fucking tweaking like ‘is anyone going to understand what the fuck i mean when i’m saying this or do i just need to go to therapy’. Turns out we all do. So. That’s good. THANK YOU!! I 

WAITTIN FOR THIS ONE!! CHIP ORIGINS!! I was considering having the Chip origin be another scene that would essentially be ‘off screen’ but it just felt so apt to do here. I actually had an entire other conversation planned for Mikey/Chip to have here but it just didn’t suit them. I’m so glad I went with this. And aufgh, my heart… It was always so fucking sad for me while writing this and switching back and forth between scenes and being like “GOD I DON’T WANNA GO BACK TO CARMEN/MIKEY ERA” they were both very difficult to write for different reasons. But going back to Carmen was always tough cause it was like oh yeah. Mikey’s dead by this one. And he’s not suddenly gonna come out and give someone a painful back massage. This SUCKS!!

I cooked with neither of you know this is a lie, yet. Everyone knows I caramelized the shit out of that one. 

More people need to fight in front of the restaurant. I want those bitches on STAGE. It’s so much more fun when it’s public and weird. 

Now are we a squidink truther or richip gang affiliate we have to choose one jude or are we doing a polycule because i dont know if that’s possible

LISTEN BE HONEST WHEN IS THERE A NORMAL TIME TO GO UP TO YOUR FRIEND AND BE LIKE “hey i think you’re a great father” WHAT? WHAT? I’D start fucking tweaking (crying in public), personally.

All the book reccs were brought to you by my family doctor prescribing them to me. I literally have them on a sticky note next to me. Shout out Dr V! Love you baby!! #teamfuckeveryonebutrichieanddrV

The last scene was very much so my full deep dive into time distorted grief poetry, which I fucking loved doing so thank you to everyone who enjoyed it (you!!). Bro, getting to the end was so hard because I also fell in love with best friend Mikey writing it and I was like man,,,, does he have to die though,,, can we like,,, make him into a marvel superhero or something and pivot genres?? I hate this,,, So listen Mr Storer killed him I just poured a fuck ton of salt in the wound. 

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR REVIEW, ALWAYS FEEL FREE TO SEND IN MORE THOUGHTS I LOVE TO GET THEM IT’S NEVER LACKING!!! Back to packing I go. I think I’ll tackle the desk next? Wish me luck brothers.

[lunatic-fandom-space]

Der Kronprinz (1989) [The Crown Prince]

This one was really good, I was very pleasantly surprised!

But before I talk about everything that I liked, I need to be negative for a moment. So, Ive been trying to watch all these films in their original language and Ive mostly succeeded so far, but this was a hungarian film that I watched the german dub of because I thought it was a german film and it obviously wasnt. I dont really like watching dubbed live-action media, I actually thought for the longest time that I didnt like watching any live-action media because "seeing humans captured on film felt unnatural to me" like Im from fuckin back when movies were invented, but then I realized that the thing that actually felt unnatural to me was the fact that the words people would say were obviously not actually coming out of the actors' mouths. I know better now, but dubbed media still feels 'off' to me whenever I watch it, and that was the case here as well.

There were also some weird directorial choices that contributed to that off-ness, like whenever a character would make a longer statement, the camera would slowly zoom in on their face until they were done, and the way people would look towards the camera was very weird, its not that they would look straight at the camera/at the audience but they would kinda look past it but it never really seemed like they were looking at other characters who were behind the camera, it felt more like they were looking past 'you' or the audience. Idk, Im not describing it in the best way but it made for kind of a weird viewing experience

But whatever, the plot of this film more than makes up for those minor complaints. This isnt just a straight-forward romantic retelling of the events leading up to Rudolf and Mary's suicide like most of the other films so far, its actually about these two guys, Peters and Lukacz, trying to piece together the truth of Rudolf's death in the immediate aftermath of it. Peters is an american wroter who originally came to austria and met up with Lukacz to write a book about the austrian empire in general, but then they announce Rudolf's death by stroke pretty much as soon as he arrives. They talk about it while theyre on a train to vienna and the conductor overhears them them and tells them that he thinks Rudolf was actually murdered because 30-year-olds dont usually die of strokes so thats suspicious, and he wasnt very well-liked at court so theres a motive there, which piques Peters' interest. Then, when the newspaper says that he died due to heart issues instead, Peters decides that he needs to get to the bottom of this, and then the rest of the film is him and Lukecz going around and asking people who were somehow involved with Rudolf and/or his death, interspersed with relevant scenes from his life.

If youve read my other posts, Im sure youve already guessed that the main reason I like this film so much is that it has a different setup and approach to this story than the others, and that is true, its so unbelievably refreshing seeing a Rudolf-film thats not just two hours of "aww isnt it soooooo tragic that he was soooooo in love with this 17-year-old girl but just couldnt be with her because of his shitty family and wife, they had to both die to be together 😭😭", but I also think it was very well-executed. All these interviews with all these different people who are all biased in different ways do a good job of painting a very complete picture of Rudolf (in my opinion as someone whos not very familiar with him as a historical figure, Im mostly saying that because he comes across as very flat in most of the films, which I dont think is the case in this one). Theres also all these rumors sprinkled in from like random people around Maylering that Peters and Lukecz interview to see if they maybe know anything, or even them themselves being like "you know, I heard this thing...", which I really liked because it added to this being a film about the unreliable narrative(s) and the drama around the mayerling incident. In some ways its about the messy birth of the whole Mayerling Mythology which was very interesting after seeing all these romantic and 'clean' movies that exist because of it.

Another reason why I liked it, that you might have guessed already as well, is that Mary wasnt really in this film all that much. And I know that sounds bad especially coming from someone who would consider herself a feminist, but Im gonna be honest with you, Im at a point where i dont even want male filmmakers to include female characters if they clearly dont care about them. Give me a story with a rounded out cast consisting of only guys instead please, its easier to ignore the fact that you dont see women as people that way. Sorry, Im just so sick of all these boring one-dimensional portrayals of Mary and her relationship with Rudolf that this film gets points for simply not torturing me with it. However, Mary does get one very interesting scene in this one, its the very first scene of the movie before we even meet Peters and Lukecz, and its basically the only part thats presented as 'true' because its not framed by any kind of unreliable narrator; theyre at Mayerling and Rudolf is finishing up his goodbye letters and Mary asks him if he's writing one for Stephanie, he tells her that he already wrote one and shes like "did you tell her that Im with you? I want her to know that Im the last person who saw you alive", the scene goes on for a little longer but I only wanted to talk about that part because, good god, that is such an insane thing to say. But I mean, I like it, I think its interesting that shes spiteful towards Stephanie here both because Mary is usually portrayed as innocence incarnate, and because I feel like these films never really get into what she thinks of her. Well, technically this film doesnt really get into it either, but atleast theres something there

Anyway, thats pretty much all I wanted to say, the only thing would be that I didnt really like any of the performances but I find it hard to tell if its because they were actually bad or if its just that off-ness I talked about at the start.

All in all, it wasnt my favorite viewing experience but I really liked this film, it was very interesting

Oh, and theres one last thing I have to say that didnt fit anywhere else, I feel like I havent had one of these in a while;

To my knowledge, this was the second time Rudolf has been shown as a child in a film since Erzsébet királyné (1940) which is literally insane to me. Youre telling me theyve been making films about this mentally ill freak for 49 years at this point and not only has no one ever attempted to seriously psychoanalyse him or link his mental illness to his childhood, only two of them ever even showed him as a child?

[sunnyvicky]

Image ID:

The "Do you love the colour of the sky" meme, but with dialogue over it, one person's words on the left, and one's on the right. They will be reffered to as R (right) and L (left) in this ID for easy writing.

R: Everything functioning? Good. Seven? Can you hear me, Seven? Damned connection. He probably can't even tell who I am. Remember this, Seven? We were at the park. The dog was digging that hole. You caught your ankle in it. Tell me you remember. You're killing me, Seven. Then when the science broke, about the dream stuff. The sky was like this. We sat out on the porch. You looked fucking hopeful. They said it would be hard to retrieve you. I didn't care. I'd live a thousand death dreams to find you. A thousand skies. I wonder why your brain chose this. Probably misfiring signals. That's what they said might happen. The colour of the fuckin' sky. you're an idiot, Seven. Seven? Tell me I'm an idiot.

L: Hello?

R: Seven! Oh fuck. Fuck. I missed you. It's been ten seconds, and I've already missed you.

L: Sorry. I don't think we've. Uh.

R: That's a common side effect. I need to make you remember me, remember life. They told me that it acts as an anchor, sort of. Guides you home.

L: I don't mind it here, you know. We can just hang.

R: No. No. We've sunk too much into this. You've spent half your life not-dying. Okay?

L: Oh. Okay.

R: My name is Claire. I'm your wife. Well, your partner. We got married so that I could visit you here. We had an old house. We had a dog named Mary. She came with the name. She got bigger than they told us she would. Like, one hundred sixty pounds. You had that stupid green hair. It was all faded. You died with green hair. Fuck.

L: I'm fine here, really.

R: This isn't what we talked about. You said you'd come back.

L: Did I?

R: The sky looked like this. It was right after you got the news. You were quiet, for hours. You said you'd come back to haunt me. We laughed. Fuck, how we laughed. Laughed like you weren't dying. Like the world wasnt in two. And then the world really was in two. Like, two worlds running parallel to one another. Two worlds that we'd routinely dip in and out of. And there was hope again. If we could get you from the afterlife, the... mid-life, you could keep living.

L: Is this fucking 'do you love the colour of the sky'?

R: ...Yes.

L: My dead subconscious is recreating even deader internet memes?

R: Yes.

L: Claire, I know that you need to bring me back to life, but would you ming waiting a moment?

R: Sure?

L: Just wait.

R: What exactly are we-

L: Wait. The stars were always my favourite part.

R: Of the fucking post?

L: No, stupid. Of life. Remember when we used to drive out to your mom's place on the weekends? We'd put up with her shit just to see the stars? Thousands of them. Never felt happier to be human. You never wanted to go. You did, though, because you knew that it was important.

R: Yeah. Hey, we can do that again, this weekend. If you want.

L: It'll be different, though, won' t it? Reaaaal different. I'll have like, a robot body or some shit.

R: Or some shit, yeah.

L: Yeah, okay.

R: And we can keep watching Adventure Time.

L: Oh, cool.

R: If you come with me, seven.

L: Shit, Claire. I want to. I do. Just, when I'm here, it doesn't hurt. For the first time in my life, I feel light. Like I was carrying something my whole life, and now it's gone forever. I don't know what it'll be like if you bring me back, but I know, and trust me when I say I know, it'll hurt like hell.

R: Fuck. Please, Seven. I can't do this alone.

L: Yes you can.

R: I didn't come all this way-

L: Yes you did. What if this is just where I end up forever? In this stupid post. What if I see the stars every new cycle? forever?

R: We worked so hard. You wanted to come back. You don't want to exist in a stupid fucking tumblr post forever. You don't.

L: When I said I'd haunt you, Claire, I was drugged and young. I was bitter to be dying. I hated everything except for you. When we learned about the dream world, about the possibility of an afterlife, about coming back from the dead, I was bargaining. I was so afraid. I would've given anything to keep living. Now that I've died, though, nothing hurts, nothing scares me.

R: We knew that this might happen.

L: Out of three hundred patients that they've tried to revive, tell me how many chose to come back? You know this one.

R: Three.

L: Three. Only the children.

R: Getting close to the end now, love.

L: I love you. They don't make people like you often, sweet girl.

R: Out of all these kinds of people...

L: Haha. You got a face with a view. Oh, haha. You love me 'till my heart stops!

R: Head in the sky!

L: It's okay, I know nothing's wrong. Nothing.

R: I really love you.

L: I love you more.

R: Goodbye

End ID

Do You Love the Colour of the Sky? (Or: This Must be the Place)

(I apologize for the resolution in advance. Still troubleshooting.)

[hellhoundlair]

just finished merlin. What the fuck.

[roachfurby]

had a dream about werewolves got emotionally attached to all of the characters in it woke up and now im sad bc I wont be able to find out if we got to save Mary and Calden from the tunnels or not!!!!!

[flowerkidlove]

Also? I wanna hear about your ocs n fursonas

ook?! (surprised monkey sound)

ocs? sonas? tell you about them you say?

ok ok so i have Elliot (he/him transboy/girl/nonbinary, bicurious/"straight" (queer)) and Sekani (he/she genderfluid pan or bisexual i cant remember)!!! they came from a really bad comic i wanted to make, they were both reapers, based off of the piers anthony series, the book theif and i think one more thing but i dont remember.

Sekani was previously the Egyptian God, Anubis, but i recently thought that calling him my oc while using that name was hella cringe of me, so now she's Sekani!

Elliot died in an accident and (like the piers anthony book) since he was balanced sinful and nonsinful [idfr] he could become a reaper to either let him go to heaven or send him straight to hell

Elliot was also a big trauma dumping character and also helped trans my gender, i love him to death, but i feel bad for him too, he just suffers a lot for me! also. he has a gun. this made him cool. idk why

i dont draw them very much anymore, i can't quite get a grasp on them for some reason, mayhaps my art style changed too much and they just. don't work. i don't use them in anything, but i would like to. i know they have to change, but i'm not ready for that.

they were both previously different characters. Sekani used to be a human sans and Elliot used to be from an undertale au called "undertaile" (i found out about the porn name............) where. i think? one of the guard dogs had children with a human and also the final boss was the annoying dog?????????????????

ANYWAY Elliot came from my oc for perseverance: Emily! two VERY different characters now, but! hey, that's growth for you!

i also have an animatronic janitor horse name Plinko Horsington (he/him loveless aromantic lesbian)! he's from Security Breach and liked to flirt with customers just to see their reactions, fuckin with them! but i didn't really have much from there that i remember!

then there's Axin (she/her transgirl anthro mouse), Candy (she/her, sweet/sweets genderfae anthro bunny) and Yvonne (xe/xem nonbinary crow? blackbird? idr) they were a polycule, not much on them

i dont remember a lot of my other oc's, they didn't stay for very long in my head, so i can't talk about any of them

ok! for! fursonas!

Axin used to be a fursona! back when i wasnt nonbinary, in! highschool! then i changed her name and made her an oc!

Flower Blue! the bunny in my icon! the icon is made by clownkiwi on here, deh good tumblr! but they're my main sona, i want to get a partial of them, i like using them as The Guy for everything!

then there's Candy Lovestruck (she/her, cupi/cupid/cupids, it/its), a lovecore based mouse fursona! cupi was just someone i needed to put a bunch of pink into the design, tho i think i need to add more details to the design!

and then theres this dog one that! i wanna make more things about, but im not ready to talk about that one i think

ok im all done now :3

[expired-blueberries]

wrt that post- in it you brought up the point that OS Kevin 11k was the point he was farthest gone, and I LOVE that, but thinking about what he must've gone through to get to that point... oh, god. (this isn't like an entire point or anything lmfao i just had to bring it up bc it drives me insane)

anyway, knowing what we know/assume of kevins life, assuming that his "parents" are rooters... it honestly brings to mind the question of if he would even WANT to reconnect with his birth family... like, especially however long hes been gone from them (in my mind, him being gone from them for even longer would be good because it would erase any prior memories he has of them, like, say, if he was taken as a baby, then of course he would know hes had his powers since he was a baby but wouldnt know what his birth parents look like), that would be sure to make it hard to go back, for a multitude of reasons. they couldve moved, something couldve happened to him since he was gone... or, the one i think he would be MOST afraid of... they arent good people. sure, they arent rooters, but what if theyre bad people? what if by reconnecting with them he would just be jumping back into the fire? offering himself up as the proverbial golden goose? a sheep to the wolves? even if, say, he has GOOD memories of them, has only been apart from them for a few years, i almost venture to think he might be wary to reconnect just because his trust in, well... EVERYTHING would be completely shattered. of course, that could also be the REASON he would want to reconnect, since if he remembers them being good people then he would be desperate to surround himself with them, surround himself with whats REAL. but either way, i think the fear would be there. i think he would think he has to do it alone, while simultaneously needing someone to be there with him. (i think it would have to be ben - gwen is a great girl to bring home to your parents, but she isnt the most reassuring person in the world one on one. she would probably ring the doorbell before he even had a chance to collect his nerves).

as for kevins mom... while great that kevin could at least unlock her memories with ease and not have to worry about her believing him or having to convince her... for her, specifically, what a fuckin hellacious thing to deal with. like, she GRIEVED HER HUSBAND, she MARRIED A PIECE OF SHIT GUY (and ill ignore every wog statement saying that she got with him before devin died idgaf lol) AFTER HE DIED, her SON got RUN OUT OF HIS HOME BY HIM (and also maybe her, maybe,)... and it was all for what? so that her son could be tortured, used, abused, treated more like cattle than human. though it wasnt something, im sure, she could have prevented, being only human and without knowledge of those plans or access to any tech which could prevent it from happening, i feel like she would HAVE to blame herself. its not her fault, but what emotions would she even have left? 17 years of life down the gutter, and all she was was a forgettable rook on the board. even if she doesnt blame herself, just the fact that she would have to come to terms with her life being so severely and majorly fucked with... if she finds herself turning to a vice or twenty, though i would worry for her, i certainly couldnt blame her for it. and, too, if harvey were a rooter and she werent, learning that she MARRIED one of her sons tormentors.... woof. get the woman a drink.

(max's history with his partners is so insane to me in a good way. he has an AWFUL track record with partners. phil, victor, devin.... phil, it seems he either wasnt aware of being a piece of shit back when they originally worked together or it wasnt as bad and maybe max even worked with him in the bullshit a few times, because, frankly, max isnt an angel as we well know, and though i hate to say he would do something awful... well, he was more-or-less an absent father to his own children and seemingly wilfully stayed away from helping his dead partners son, so the shoe might fit. and while max might have grown as a person somewhat after the plumbers disbanded, the bar was pretty low. and then, you have victor, who... stole the nanochips. not the worst offense i guess (ignoring the catastrophe that couldve been unleashed on the world and even universe had the swarm grown more), but max did personally train him, so, uh..... and then devin, who didnt do anything wrong but also died in the line of action. seems like if you want to survive as a plumber, your best bet is to do things wrong - and, if i may be so bold, i would venture thats the truth. remember the boot camp uaf episode, where ben was awarded a medal and good grades for constantly ignoring the rules and his instructor? compare that to his partner/friend, tack, who nearly had his arm taken off by a bomb if ben hadnt saved him? if you want to be good and be a plumber, i guess you wont live long. this topic kind of went off on a splinter route for me lmfao but original point: max is fucking awful at keeping partners lmfao mr. commitment-phobic over here. i cant remember if it was said whether he trained driscoll or not, too, but damn... can you imagine lmfao)

back to the original point of the convo... well, at least one that we mentioned in the original point; i feel especially that argit's going back to the general street rat way he was, in color of monkey and also in the future when hes a corrupt politician... i dont know, it seems like they dont know how to write neutral-leaning-good characters. either theyre good or theyre bad. by the time argit was the president of the world (still a weird choice in my eyes but whatever), he should have fully been comfortable with being good and kind and all that stuff. he even knows kenny well enough for kenny to call him UNCLE ARGIT and give him a hug when they see each other!!! hes close to the tennysons!!! its just... weird choices. if ben doesnt like argit, which it seems he doesnt in the future, why does argit know his kid? what?

"We don't even know how much of Kevin over the course of UAF and OV is actually Kevin" - damn thats fucking chilling. who IS kevin when he isnt being manipulated and puppeted around? who IS kevin when hes free to be himself, all the good, all the bad, all the undeniably HIM that he wants to be? i dont think cannon or wog would ever say that kevin wasnt his authentic self (as much as he could be) during the series, because that would just leave too much unanswered and then they would have to spend time on him and not on ben, the main character of the ben show, but god... can you imagine? at the start of ov, he left bellwood. by the end of ov, i can see him leaving friedkin, just so he can really go and find himself. for a while, being around ANY tennyson might create some complicated feelings for him. but no! we dont see it! we dont see any lingering effects! kevin is still kevin, just kevin who is, i guess, free of brainwashing! dont think about how he still becomes 11k! dont think about how even after all of this, this STILL isnt the end of the bullshit for him! dont think about how kevin is, without a doubt, the most favoritest and specialest little punching bag wog has!! dont!!!

Annoying thing with the Rooters arc is that we never do find out what the fuck the Rooters had planned in the long run. Because the first-and-foremost matter is destroying Ben, yes, but Servantis may as well be holding up a big glowing neon sign saying "this is step three in a greater, larger plan". He grabs Kevin in the first episode of the arc and is talking about using him to make more amalgams, when discussing Kevin seemingly coming back into the fold he describes him as 'coming along nicely' like this is just a step in his training, when he sends the kids out after him in the flashback he refers to the Rooters 'subtle manipulations' and how Ben can't fuck them up, he's literally forming a group of hybrid child soldiers as if he couldn't just snipe the fucking 10-yo as he walks out of his elementary school, or fucking recruit him like the Plumbers already end up doing.

This is not shit you get from someone whose entire deal is 'this one child is too dangerous to live'! You don't see 'child has superweapon' and go 'well then I'll have to transform myself, my staff, and a host of children into hybrids through painful experiments and then train and damn near mindcontrol the children into going and killing the kid'. You don't talk about plans for making more, you don't talk like when the chips are down the big problem is the kid might get in your way, or like the kids you've sent out to kill him are still in training.

These fuckers had Intentions and Plots and they got completely dismantled before we could get an actual answer on what they were longterm.

[harringrovsonsworld]

So I mentioned it in another post but who wants to hear my horrific angst for aus or season 5? No one? TS this is my blog

Long post under the cut

Ok so my thought is very much around how vecna has his victims lined up as trophies in his mindscape. They can't JUST be trophies right? Vecna is a loon but he's too pragmatic to be so vain. They must serve a purpose. He needed 4 of them to open the gates so they must have some significance that his other victims don't.

Which brings me to my theory. Vecna needs his s4 victims to power the gates, like uh totems or human battery packs, that's why he needs them close to hand in his mind and not buried in some forgotten hole like the ones he killed in the lab. So he can keep them trapped in bad memories, keep tormenting them so their misery keeps the gates open. That's why he tormented them first. We know from Kali fear and anger are powerful emotions but from el and Mike we know love is stronger. Henry doesn't understand love, so he's basically using scare power like he's in monsters inc.

SO HERE IS MY HIDIOUS ANGST IF THAT WASNT BAD ENOUGH

Once vecna opens the gates, he's got his first set of 4 victims powering them, but it's not enough. We know El has a longer range wither her powers and even she needed to piggy back on max to reach him. My idea is that to keep his influence spreading he needs to piggy back on others too, more victims to act as human relays. Think some sort of torture based radio tower or the shield of Morty suffering from Rick and Morty.

My idea is that he has people sort of strung up to towers made of flesh like the mind flayer, being kept alive and 'protected' by demogorgons like Will with the tube down his throat in season 1. Vecna is using their nightmares, their mental scapes as pitstops for his abilites. Jump from the upside down where he's safe ,like the creel house scene, into their mind scapes and from then onto whoever he wants.

Next question is, who would he choose as victims? Well I'm glad you asked:

Eddie(maybe)

disclaimer, im more on the side of kas eddie than this but lets just run with it.

Fairly self explanatory, Eddie was a choice of convenience, there's a person, might as well use them. Dying in the upside down, vecna is sure he'd agree to anything to live. Imagine his suprise when Eddie pulls a fuck you and fuck your plan too out of his flack jacket. Now vecna is determined to keep him alive out of spite. If he'd just been good and done as vecna asked maybe he'd give a nice dream to his little human relay but no, now Eddie gets to watch Chrissy and Dustin die over and over until vecnas finally done with him or his body gives out under the strain. i guess if u wanted kas eddie, this could be punishment from vecna for disobeying him . maybe doesnt have the same effect since kas eddie is already dead but hey ho its still not pleasant.

Jason

I think Jason's death was bullshit. Not in the way Eddie's, bobs, or Billy's was bullshit but bullshit all the same. So I'm bringing him back in the worst fuckin way possible. the gate opening doesnt rip him in half so much as it swallows him whole. he lands face first in the upside down creel house just in time to miss steve nancy and robin leaving. hes hurt, thats no short fall he just had so hes kinda stuck there. obviously when hes done licking his wounds vecna comes home and finds him. Jason has zero fucking clue what's going on in Hawkins so for him to be strung up and tortured by vecna just has so many layers to it. Jason would think he'd died and gone to hell and that's a whole new kind of angst for me to work with. Vecna wouldn't even need to make him hallucinate to get the kind of suffering he needs to boost his powers. Just keep him awake and watching and Jason would be out of his mind in minutes. Bonus points for any body horror he might bring to the table: vecna has those vines in his back , maybe he could put some in Jason and turn him into a human security system with tendrils and eyes all over Hawkins. Forces Jason to watch the horror unfold AND when Jason inevitably reacts to the party, cries out to lucas or his friends to help him, vecna will know instantly.

Billy

Ok we know for a fact that billy is still around in vecnas head somewhere. See my other post for proof. Tldr billy is the only hallucination who seems to have real eyes or a soul and consciousness. Susan's eyes go white, Chrissy's moms eyes go white, freds accusers eyes are all white. The reason Billy's aren't is BC vecna has him, he can use the real billy in the hallucination to torment max. I imagine the reason he does this is 2 fold. To scare max yes but moreso to punish billy for daring to stand up to him, for beating his mind games in season 3. When max is in a coma neither vecna or el can reach her, she's safe. So what does vecna do? Take his frustration out on billy by forcing him to help spread the upside down around Hawkins. I see this 1 of two ways.

1. Billy has give up. He is too broken, he doesn't care what happens to him, to Hawkins, to anyone, even max. He is just too exhausted and can't bring himself to fight when he suddenly finds he has a body again. It just means more pain and he just cant take it anymore. i do love me some angst but i think this is a little ooc for Billy.

Or

2.Billy is too tough for vecna to break. He tried it once and it didn't work and all its done is pissed Bills off. Billy is fucking mad so there's no sense in trying to hallucinate him into compliance because hes already gazed into the abyss and spat in its face with the double middle finger salute. Further more, billy doesn't give a fuck about Hawkins, so making him watch shit hit the fan doesnt work either. But what does work, is threatening max. She's the only thing he gives a fuck about and he can't help her like this. "Do as I say and I won't touch her." Vecna says "you could run but you'll never get to her before I do" the noodly bastard is lying through his teeth and praying billy doesnt call his bluff. Nancy did a number on him, his brisk walking days are over. He's just praying billy doesn't find out max is in a coma and essentially untouchable in everything but the physical sense. So billy complies, for now, plotting to grind vecnas face into the concrete with his boot heel. He'll behave for now.

For max.

And since we need 4 I've got 2 choices.

First one is Nancy. Not that I don't love Nancy, even despite her flaws, i still canon that Karen wheeler is Alice creel which would make Henry, Nancy and mike's uncle. There has to be some reason why he picked her to show those visions to. Also I want to see Jonathan robin and Steve panicking BC Nancy is the only one holding the braincell and they all love her deeply. Bonus points if they get half way though saving her and she walks past having saved herself. insert i fear no man but that thing scares me meme of vecna with nancy.

Second one might lose more people but

You know how stranger things is inspired by silent hill? I think the last relay tower human/ victim should be Henry. Or at least, some part of the original Henry creel.

Think about it. Silent hills Alessa separated herself into "dark" and " light" sides. Og alessa stayed in the otherworld/ upside down and Cheryl/heather escaped. No powers but free from the darkness of alessas mind and the other world .why wouldn't vecna try that if he could? He's got trauma, he's got weakness, he may not look human anymore but hes still fallible . imagine if he found out he could just split himself down the middle and send that weak half packing some place else? become the apex predator he clearly wants to be? he'd jump at the chance...well, hobble at the chance. id like to see vecna treat this "weak" part of himself terribly. 'henry' gets the worst treatment from vecna and its just delicious angst and self loathing.

side note i had a thought about vecna using 'henry' as a human blood pouch for vampire eddie. henry using his 'talk to kids in the lab' voice to try and keep eddie calm, eddies sobbing and apologising as he drinks from henry but hes so hungry and in pain and has no control over it, henry just telling him its ok even though its agony.its nearly whumptober lads no one can stop me.

i am a sick and twisted individual. i may rewrite this thought into an actual fic with mungrove or munver, havent decided yet.

so yes, there are all my thoughts tm . i need a nap, maybe if i daydream up anymore suffering for my favorites ill let you all know

[saints-and-sinners]

The readers name is Natasha.

This story takes place in season11 ep 8.

No under 18s,

Smut, swearing, if u dont like dont read, mild angst

She is part of Ricks original group and supported Rick in everything he decided, except killing Negans Group at the outpost. Natasha is highly intelligent and knows that both Rick and Negan will do whatever they can to protect their group. Shes loyal to her family but disagrees with what they did.

When Negan captured the group, the night he killed Abraham and Glenn , she hid in the trees. They were her friends. She had to protect her family and that is why she decided to go undercover and become Negans best tracking girl. The two shared something, but she had to look out for her family. That is why she double crossed him, so Rick could save everyone at Alexandria. She gave Rick the upper hand in the final battle.

When Rick, took Negan, captive she stayed far from him because of the feelings she had and the guilt she harbored if he had died. The two shared occasional looks as he was planting. Negan had tried to confront her but he himself had harboured guilt. Not guilt for killing Abraham and Glenn, guilt for failing his community, guilt for not winning her over when he had the chance.... And he had a chance.

A Negan P. O. V

Although most of the group have forgave Negan, most of them never forgot what he did either. He proved that he still has humanity when he ironically killed Alpha. Maybe she could still forgive him, after all she was the one who let him out. She trusted him for a small portion and he was never going to throw that trust away.

NATASHA P. O. V

Last year had been tough, Gabriel had convinced her to face her inner demons regarding Negan, and hell she wasnt one to listen to the Father, but she knew what he was saying was true. Being part of the few people in Alexandria who knew battle strategies, she knew Negan had a good chance. She also knew that she might be sending him to his death bed for a second time and that part hurt her. She hadnt been the nicest person in the world, and here she was risking his life for her family all over again. He brought out the worst in her.

Thats when Negan showed he could be human. When she had found out about how Alpha treated Lydia, she was skeptical to welcome her to the group, much of Alexandria didnt trust Lydia. But after seeing how Lydia treated Negan being the one person who did not know his past, she didnt judge, she knew Alexandria needed a fresh start. Lydia had grown accustomed to her, like a big sister almost like her own child. She was proud of the girl for having stood up for herself against her own mother, another relationship worth mentioning was Lydia and Negan, Natasha wouldnt stop her from visiting him. She knew he provided her the comfort of a father she never had.

...........................................................

Months had gone past and nothing eventfull happened, until one day Maggie arrived. Natasha was honestly very relieved to see her, with one tiny worry, Negan.

She went to check on him, when he caught her off guard.

Negan : it seems like judgement day has arrived (Maggie)

Natasha : well, so has independance day, were going on a mission to get our food back. Once were done you're free to go.

Negan :You really know how to take charge.

Natasha : it was Carols suggestion,

Negan : explains why i am still alive.

Natasha : Cant keep you chained up here forever, now, can i??

Negan : you and I have very different views on that,

Natasha : im sure we do.

..............................................................

The briefing on the mission was simple, after days of hunting and Maggie already trying to kill Negan more than twice. The Reapers Managed to seperate us from Daryl and the rest and somehow Natasha and Negan were stuck with eachother.

.

Negan : Well, shit if that aint fuckin holy smokin fuckin moley great.

Natasha :Urgh

Negan : Well, guess we're gonna be a while.

Natasha :best get going then.

Negan :You really loving this suicide mission arent ya??

Natasha :im not gonna die with you on my ass, now lets go.

Negan :damn

..

After hours of walking and nothing said between the two, Natasha, finally stopped by an abandoned house.

Natasha : We'll stay here for the night.

Negan :fine with me

After another unspoken silence between the two Negan finally spoke up : Was i that bad of a host??

Natasha : What?

Negan : with the saviours..

Natasha looks at him before leaning her head against a tree :.. No, no, you treated people just fine.

Negan : then? All that time youve been avoiding me, dont think i havent noticed?

Natasha : Your beard sucked.

They both laugh.

Natasha : am i really that much of a bitch???

Negan : yes, but only to me. Youre my bitch.

Natasha smiles : i hate you.

Negan drawls : i know, you do and i love it.

Natasha : urggh, Goodnight asshole.

Negan : Goodnight, sweetheart.

.

Its around 2a.m and Natasha can hear rustling she wakes up to see negan fiddling with his shirt.

Natasha : what is it.

Negan : nothing, ticks??

Natasha : let me see..

Negan :no

Natasha takes out her knife and holds it against his throat, leaning over him sternly saying : let. Me. See

Negan holds up his hand : damn woman.

She lifts up his shirt to check for anything and sees a small slash, not big to kill him but enough to need 2 stitches.

Natasha :... Is it???

Negan : an arrow from the reapers..

Natasha : fuck man, you idiot why didnt you tell me? I have the medical kit.

Negan : well, i didnt fucken know.

Natasha : let me disinfect it.

She helps him take off his shirt and sits ontop of him with a leg on eitherside. She sees to his wound and Negan, just looks at her the entire time. Until he flinches...

Natasha : all done.

She puts the needle away whilst still ontop of him and then looks down...

Negan grabs her and Kisses her, she reciprocates the kiss and pulls away, to slap him. He looks at her with a stern look, and then flips her over under him.

Negan :almost 7 fucking years without a goddamn word and now you want to fuck me???

Natasha : i would have fucked you if you didnt have wives.

Negan : goddamn woman that mouth

Let me know for a part 2...

😜😜😜😜

[adorable-deku]

For the ask game!

Purple and.... indefatigable!

the behemoth au! we all love giant monsters right? right

when inko is pregnant, she notices herself getting heavier. a lot heavier. so much so that she cant actually support the weight of her child. she realizes she never asked her childs father what his quirk was. she only knew that he could breathe fire. maybe there was more to it

when he kicks, it hurts. like real horrible pain. she realizes he might already have a quirk and prepares herself for the worst, asking her best friend to raise her child just in case of the worst (the kids father? fucked off to who knows where not long after he was conceived

it is a miracle she lives through the childbirth at all to see her black iridescent scaled son so heavy that is she not allowed to hold him and so large that she wasnt even able to give birth normally. she dies not long after from a variety of reasons

izuku is taken in by mitsuki bakugou who now has to deal with not only her extremely fussy son, but her dead best friends literal monster(?) son.

she suspects hes a dragon bc she knows hisashi could breathe fire but, looking at izuku, she cant be entirely sure.

he is sharp, angular, craggy, and is covered head to to with glossy scales that shine hummingbird green in the sun. green reptilian eyes that seem to glow in the dark

and he grows. he grows so much that he practically eats the bakugous out of their bank account

he seems to understand japanese but, much like katsuki, does not seem particularly inclined to listen

it is very awkward when people who dont know the bakugous thing that izuku is their weird reptilian pet

izuku gets very angry whenever it happens. hes a member of the family too goddamnit

by the time he is four he is the size of the house and it is getting difficult to maintain him. luckily, this is the year he gains the ability to be human sized. the relief upon seeing a four year old sized human izuku is palpable

(in case youre wondering, no, he didnt go to the daycare before he was able to transform. with his size there were just too many risks)

even in human form, his dragon(?) characteristics do not fade. he still has reptilian eyes and even if his size has changed, his weight has not and he still requires the same amount of food.

izuku is a fucking juggernaut in human form. hes a four year old who can wield an amount of force equivalent to throwing a house at someone

suffice it to say that nobody fucks with him, and hes also very close to katsuki, the other kid that nobody wants to fuck with

that being said, people (especially those who have seen his true form) fear him in a way that they do not fear katsuki

i kinda want him to be friends w spinner tbh. an older lizard friend mentor. i dont think hes that much older than izuku so i guess hed be like an older brother friend

maybe izuku posts on a board for kids with mutant quirks and asks for advice on how to make his classmates less scared and thats how they become friends

izuku thinks heroes are super cool still, but he idolizes ryukyu more than all might (for obvious reasons)

now this can go one of two ways

something forces him to use his true form which, by the age of ten, is the size of a five story building and extremely strong. he wreaks destruction. (idk maybe hes injected w trigger wo his consent or smth) and then has to deal w the consequences while still trying to be a hero

OR

that doesnt happen. he goes to the hero exam. fuckin aces it because hes just so much stronger than the robots

The Izuku Issue™ : the more emotional he becomes, the more of his true form he regains, and if he doesnt control it, it is very very easy to hurt someone on accident

thats it for now folks

[rosewinelonging]

the condesce x roxy - size difference

“you fucking bitch!” roxy snarled, throwing herself forward but not getting far. she was naked save for her underwear, laying on a bed nearly twice her size, with her wrists tied by rope to the headboard. no amount of struggling seemed to loosen them, if anything they just got tighter.

across the room was the empress herself, imposing frame standing in the doorway which must be huge if it fit her and her horns without trouble. in fact the entire room was large, and she would have laughed were she not worried about escaping and her most likely imminent demise.

the batterwitch sauntered in, large steps making her hips sway. “nah youse the bitch here gurlie.”

she was large. nearly twice the size of roxy herself and thats not counting her horns. during their battle she hadnt paid much attention seeing as she was jumping around, trying to get above to have a better vantage point. but now? laying on her back she felt like an ant beneath her gaze as her shadow fell across her body.

roxy curled her shoulders up. she didnt like being this exposed, especially not in front of her biggest enemy. “dont come any closer.”

the condesce laughed. a sharp, barking sound that made her heart skip a beat and grinned down her shark-like teeth, a blinding white. “and how in the fuckin world you gonna do anyfin? ropes tight as fuck. aint no way you gettin outta there.'' roxy faltered.

she wasnt wrong but she couldnt lay down and take it. whatever it was. so she bared her teeth in return, “fuck you!!!!” and began to kick her legs out, the only thing left untied. the condesce rolled her eyes at her display like she was some petulant child having a tantrum.

“humans are so fuckin annoyin.”

she lifts a hand and roxy lifts her leg up in preparation but she doesnt go for her. instead she moves to her back, then the sound of a zipper being pulled. she watches, eyes wide, as the empress slowly shimmies out of her wet suit. pulling out her arms before pushing it down to her waist, revealing her chest. if they were the same size her tits would have been a b-cup at most. however she was nearly double her size which meant her tits were about the size of her head. roxy swallowed.

the wetsuit continued to be pushed down until the condesce was able to kick it off to the side. with everything uncovered it was hard to resist letting her eyes wander. even being sworn enemies had to admit she had a very nice body. busty with thick hips and thighs, curves that looked just right. she was kinda jealous.

the condesce snorted and she felt her face heat up. “go ahead baby. aint blamin ya for wantin a look.” her dick twitches at pet name and if she could she would have died on the spot. then the bed dips.

by the time she remembers to struggle its too late. a leg was thrown over her waist and then she was being straddled. it finally hits her why she didnt bother tying her legs down. she was heavy, completely pinning her to the bed with just her body weight. not a single chance shed be able to move now. roxy mentally mourns losing her one chance to fight, distracted by the empresses hot bod.

then claws are running up her thigh, barely scratching but theyre still sharp enough to break skin leaving a thin trail of blood. she whimpers as she goes up her inner thigh before stopping at her remaining article of clothing. “w-wait-”

she hooks a claw underneath the waistband, cutting through the thin fabric easily. roxys dick sprang out of its confinement and she shivered. “i liked those panties..ah! dont!”

one hand wraps around her length, easily covering the entire thing. she gasps. the condesce was cold, her palm smooth to a degree it was almost slimey. it was weird and she did not like that feeling on her dick. “let go you fucking weirdo! get your gross alien hands off the goods.” she predictably ignores her protests.

“its been FAR too long since ive had human cock. poor little ol’ me beens all pent up ya feel? ma husband was good but hes out swimmin with tha fishies if ya know what i means.” she winks and roxy grimaces.

“ok?? and why is this my problem. use toys like the rest of us lady.” she huffed. the condesce started pumping her dick. didnt even need to move her hand, just squeeze it lightly and it sent her on edge. roxy had to hold herself back from rocking up into her fist. “o-or cant you get a uh fuck. a fuck buddy. you have servants, the carapcians are good f-fuck toys.”

“ehhh too small. an ‘sides they aint good enough, gotta earn this privilege. the other kiddos aint got the right part an that rainbow drinker is best used for breeding.” she roughly twists her wrist and roxy moans.

mortified, she could feel herself getting hard. then the condesce sits up, she uses two fingers to spread her pussy apart and positions her body above roxys dick. “wait!” she stops and looks up at roxy. dark pink meets bright pink and she struggles with an excuse.

“whale? what ya want? im not stopping till im done.”

roxy opens her mouth, eyes flicking around the room. “im a minor!”

“i’ve had younger.” and she sinks down.

roxy gasps. she doesnt stop until shes taken her to the hilt. her cunt is tight and warm unlike her hand, fuck did it feel good. the condesce lays her hand on her stomach to balance herself and that alone was enough to knock the breath out of her lungs. 

the empress groans, tilting her head back. she rocked forward, moving up before sinking back down. roxy bites her lip, eyes fluttering shut as she tries to hold back a moan. it was wet, every movement making a loud squelching that did nothing to help her. she could feel the way she squeezed around her dick, muscles contracting, pulling her deeper inside. wetness coated her length, dripping down to her thighs. everytime she lifted herself up only to slam back down, skin slapping together, it made her gasp. partially because it felt so good, partially because she was dropping her entire body weight onto her much smaller lap.

and she never moved the hand from her stomach. a constant pressure pinning her down while she had her way. roxy moaned, high pitched and desperate, toe curling at the thought. she couldnt lie and say shes never had wet dreams starring the alien though they had a lot less restraints. since it was already happening she might as well enjoy it.

so she let her body relax, mouth falling open not holding back any more sounds. letting the wet slapping and the empresses deep grunts fill her ears. until something wet pressed against her lower gut. she furrowed her brows at the feeling but ignored it. until it kept pressing, growing in size and she felt it move. 

her body shudders at the feeling, cracking one eye open to see what the fuck-

roxys eyes snap open and she stares at the condesces pussy. the constant movements make it hard to see well but can still see. watching as something pink slowly slides out of her. whatever it is its thin and bright pink, peaking out of her and currently resting on her stomach. she might have thought it was a toy until she watched it move, no it slithered like a fucking snake, or an eel. and it continued to slither out of her getting longer and thicker, completely smooth. it dripped in a viscous pink liquid, spreading it over her stomach as it writhed against her skin. being pulled back everytime the condesce lifted herself up.

“what the fuck.” she could hear her heart as it pounded in her chest.

the thing- the tentacle thats what it looked like- continued to grow still pushing out of her. she watched in horror as the tip lifted up, curling in the open air.

the condesce laughs, she can feel the vibrations all the way to her dick. “what? gurls never seen a bulge beshore?” no she hadnt. it was fucking weird.

roxy told her as much, getting another bark of laugh. she could imagine the grin on her face though her eyes never left the ‘bulge’. it stopped getting longer which she assumed meant it was fully out. the tentacle was long, definitely over a foot but she couldnt be sure from the way it curled in the air, wrapping in on itself. it was also thick, the base was probably twice as thick as her wrist. the entire thing was a bright pink and didnt seem to stop dripping, cum? it was a lot thicker than human cum she could see from the way droplets fell onto her stomach, running off to the side and leaving a trail of pink.

“damn gurl stop your ooglin. youse mackin me blush.” roxy tore her eyes away to look up at her, she had to strain her neck back to meet her face. the condesce was grinning her black skin tinted pink though it was probably from exertion. she hadnt stopped riding her, if anything going faster than she was before, tits bouncing with every drop. 

roxy tried to keep her voice as even as possible. “you have a tentacle growing out of your pussy.”

she laughed again, she almost sounded like a seal. “whale im shore-” her hand shot out and grabbed her neck. “youd love for me ta pond your sweet ass.” roxy choked. her hand easily held her entire neck and she squeezed, claws digging into her soft flesh.

“but youse havent done anyfin ta earn it. you should be grateful im usin your beach ass ta pleasure me.” she slammed her hips back harder than she did before. it stung as roxys mouth flapped open, arms pulling against the ropes, struggling to catch her breath but she didnt care.

the condesce kept chasing her pleasure, going harder, deeper than she was before. using her free hand she grabbed her bulge, letting it wrap around her wrist. panting turning into deep moans, gradually increasing in volume, and the hand tightens.

her vision begins to blur, darkness crawling at the edges as her limbs begin to slow down. then the condesce moans, louder than before, and shouts in alternian. liquid gushes from her pussy, she can feel it seeping down her dick to her thighs. she tightens considerably as she orgasms. the combined pressure around her dick and throat has her eyes rolling up, back arching. she feels her dick explode inside her, cum shooting out with an intensity that wouldve made her breathless.

right as the darkness was about to overtake her, the condesce let her go and air filled her lungs. she chokes, coughing hard, sucking in deep breaths. distantly she feels the condesce slide off, her dick flopping down against her leg. the stream of liquid hasnt stopped however, and through tears she can see the pink pouring out of her. she doesnt seem to be panicking as she stains her stomach, thighs, definitely the white sheets, even her own thighs and stomach. though that was just because her bulge was curling up and slapping against her.

when the stream finally ends shes completely caught her breath. shes staring at the ceiling, not knowing if it was rude to stare as she came. her main concern at the moment is how hard the stain will be to wash out seeing as there was an inch of skin of thigh or stomach not coated with the liquid. after a bit the empress started rubbing it around, because “why the shell not?”

a very compelling argument.

finally she feels the pouring come to an end and the condesce moves. she forgot how light she felt without a 7 foot alien straddling her hips. said alien stands, stretching her arms above her head.

she looks over her shoulder to throw roxy a smirk. “that was fun. sea ya tomorrow.” and saunters back out the door she entered and apparently never closed. roxy blinked at her figure exiting and disappearing down the hall outside before realization set in.

she throws her body to the side, pulling her wrists against the ropes. “YOU FUCKING BITCH! DONT LEAVE ME HERE. YOU DIDNT EVEN TAKE YOUR STUPID SUIT!!!”