#how am i supposed to hyperfixate huh

[pjsilk]

hello everyone. i hate this fandom every artist with a style or concepts i like are proshippers

[sunnibits]

bruh my art brain needs a new hyperfixation so bad rn I swear to god. literally how am I supposed to draw anything if I don’t have a singular all-consuming interest giving me excessive amounts of dopamine every day and taking up every waking second of my consciousness.

[calisotaducks]

DCRC Week #01

Hello DCRC! I know everyone is technically on week 14 now, so I hope you don't mind a late entry. I may or may not have gained a new hyperfixation lately.

With that said, let's get into the very first issue!

These guys really love their beak-shaped architecture huh. Do you think they find earthlings slightly more superior to Xerbians because at least some of them have beaks? Imagine if we put human mouths on every vehicle and building we created. Actually, don't imagine that, I just tried it and I hate it. Let's never do that ever.

jhkj he thinks he's so cool. Are you going for brooding and mysterious or are you just cold up there? It looks like he's wearing a blankie.

You know, having read a few issues ahead it actually surprises me how little we see of coolflames in the next issues. Sure, they're brought up but 90% of the time when PK is fighting anyone it's always just Evronian warriors. You'd think they'd throw in at least a couple of coolflames to boost their numbers, if nothing else.

They've got some pretty neat powers too. Or is that just whatever species these guys used to be? Are these guys not originally from earth? I thought they'd started coolflaming some Duckburg residents already, but maybe not?

He really just went home with a "huh. That was weird. Oh well." after all that.

So we're just gonna throw a tarp over those and call it a day then? Extreme nonchalance runs in the family apparently.

Lyla. Honey. Lyla what have they done to you. Why is your face shaped like that. Why are you so square. You look like you've swallowed a boomerang Lyla I am so sorry.

Wow hold on, is Angus actually pulling a big brain move here? Bringing up the Anxieties story and telling Donald about the supposed disappearance so he'll tell PK? His boss can't blame him for investigating PK OR the disappearance if PK shows up at the party and gets involved with both!

Oh never mind. They're just dumb. That's what I get for giving Angus credit. RIP.

THERE HE IS THERE'S MY BOY!!! HI UNO I LOVE YOU WELCOME TO THE PARTY!!

Have you ever considered not giving your creations claws, teeth or angry eyes maybe? I feel like that might help.

I can't decide what's funnier. If Uno's already messing with him or if he really was just going to shoot him on the spot, no questions asked.

He really said "I need to make fun of you in every color of the rainbow at once for this one."

Uh ohh, interrupted the world's worst sleepover

by the way, whats this funky little pose all the coolflames keep doing?? Do the raptorhands come with being coolflamed or are these guys just like that? Good for them.

I love how much they're immediately trusting each other and working together. Uno lets Donald run off with Ducklair's tech even though he's never heard of him until today. He even goes out of his way to make him breakfast! And Donald telling him about his nephews right away. I'm sure Uno could have found out about them on his own if he really wanted to, but the fact that Donald trusts him with his identity right away says a lot.

Also those tiny PK nephews are adorable. Get them their own little outfits STAT. At least for Halloween or something!

Look at him go!! I'm so proud of him, he's doing so well. Plus Uno in the background hitting that guy over the head with his little statue, I see you.

Well. That's embarrassing.

Go give your new boyfriend a smack on his bubble Donald, he worked hard too! He deserves one!

He says, as if he didn't JUST find out about any of this a few hours ago.

SQUARE LYLA JUMPSCARE

He thinks he's so cool. But alright, just this once, he's earned it.

Angus starts his career as professional slanderer. Nobody is happy about this.

And we end with Uno lying to Donald to make sure he gets a good nights sleep and doesn't get abducted by aliens. What a pal.

And that's our first issue! Really fun setup, we got to meet our main cast of characters, and square Lyla will not haunt me again after this issue so all's well that ends well. It's fun looking back and seeing PK still finding his footing with both his new friend, his new gear and his new enemies, especially when compared to later issues when he's gotten much more used to all three.

[gyuluttony]

i looooved your other txt ask! how about yeonjun + member of your choice that recently started dating and both start to plump up with relationship weight? one of them gains a bit faster than the other, and gets a bunch of casual comments from their mutal friends like “jeez, what has [member] been feeding you??” or “huh, you’ve been getting a bit fat, haven’t you?” but they both get at least a little soft cooking for and feeding each other💞

asks mentioning my ults always end up invading my brain space and causing me to hyperfixate until i end up writing them.. so that's exactly what happened here. i think i'm going to go with beomjun for this one because i do love a good bickering couple and especially when they get softer together...

Ice Cream

This is a feederism fic and features weight gain, mutual gain, breaking of clothes and stuffing. Don't like, don't read.

The key twisted into the lock easily and the sound of two men groaning came through when they finally made it into the space of their apartment. Yeonjun's voice was whiny as he complained, "You didn't need to order extra entrees when we already had that many appetizers!"

Beomgyu rolled his eyes, "I know you're not complaining considering you're the one who ate most of it." He seemed rather proud of himself at that statement, which would have riled up Yeonjun more if he wasn't stuffed to the brim at this very moment.

Flopping onto the couch and knocking his head back, he groaned. "Well, when you're bringing the food to my mouth with your puppy eyes, am I really going to say no? You're lucky you're cute otherwise I would have fought." Beomgyu laughed warmly after sitting next to him, a grunt leaving him as Yeonjun smiles, "Full after all those appetizers and then you had like three desserts. You just wanted to skip the entrees."

He caught the way his boyfriend flushed and nudged him, "You're talking about me feeding you all the entrees meanwhile you made sure I practically licked the plate clean for that brownie we got." Yeonjun caught the way his boyfriend's hand patted his own stomach, beginning the digestion of all the food that he had eaten of his own volition and through Yeonjun's coaxing.

Most nights were like this when they decided to go out anyways. Going to restaurants so that they could spoil the other with food were common and considering they were getting paid on alternate weeks, there was no real rest. Ever since they started dating a couple months prior after meeting through some mutual friends.

It was truly a blissful life. Until the party that they went to this week.

"Hyung, you're starting to get a lot bigger, huh?" Yeonjun's head practically snapped towards Kai, the youngest of their little friend group who covered his mouth, almost like he spilled something that he wasn't supposed to.

Yeonjun approached him, standing in his face, cringing inwardly at the way he didn't notice his thighs rubbing into each other when he walked. "What do you mean bigger?" Even if he needed to ask, he was very much suddenly aware of what the younger meant.

What he didn't expect was Kai's hands to find his belly, protruding over his waistband and pressing the confines of his shirt. "Woah, you're so soft now, hyung! Beomgyu's been good to you, huh?" He caught the way the younger winked but the feeling of hands rubbing his gut was flustering him in a way that he didn't realize.

When someone was as confident in himself as Yeonjun, there were some things that needed to be thrown away to not doubt yourself in specific outfits. That meant being confident in your body no matter what. But, it was almost like this comment made him more aware of the fact that he was practically about to burst out of what he was wearing and it probably looked even more strained after he had eaten a good amount of the snacks that they put out.

He felt the way his gut protruded and made holes in the button up due to them struggling to stay together, explaining why he might have had some difficulty getting the shirt on in the first place and as Kai's fingers poked the chub, he was aware of just how soft he has gotten since the first time he wore an outfit of this style.

Kai waves his hand, finally taking his hands of Yeonjun's fattened stomach before he adds, "You've been plenty good to him too though so I think it just makes you both look cuter!" Yeonjun was going to ask what he means before he curiously looks at his boyfriend and feels his mouth dry up.

That sweet tooth of Beomgyu's certainly was showing its effects, his thighs exploded while he sat on the couch next to Soobin. He was always someone who was on the chubbier side but now next to Beomgyu, most people wouldn't even notice the weight. Kai said they had gotten a little softer but given how Beomgyu's shirt was riding up whenever he got heated from Soobin winning in Mario Kart, he was well aware that they had moved past chubby a while ago.

Seeing Beomgyu celebrate and Soobin play fighting with him, now aware of how much of Beomgyu spills out of his touch and how Soobin's arms press into the flab fairly easily makes his face heat up. He should have probably realized this a lot sooner but they had gotten bigger since getting together.

How many times has his hands rested on Beomgyu's plump hips, pressing into them without realizing how much there was to hold? Is that why he had been squeezing his ass when he walked by more? Now that he was thinking about it, the younger man spilled out of his hands when he squeezed him in such a way.

It'd provide an explanation as to why Beomgyu came up from behind him and rubbed his belly, now realizing why his hands had a lot more room to explore than before as he tried to make sure to rub every part of Yeonjun's gut when he was stuffed.

Kai looked rather proud of mentioning it before Taehyun jabbed him with an elbow to the side, "You're making hyung overthink." Taehyun shot Yeonjun a thoughtful glance as Kai looked at him, worried now and using his doting eyes, "Ah, hyung! I don't mean it like a bad thing! You're both looking so happy it's adorable!"

The warmth on his face was unfortunately not lost on Taehyun who shot him a smirk before he added, "Okay, let's watch something before those two kill themselves over who got last place worse." Sitting next to his boyfriend on the couch, he was more aware of the hand that ended up on his thigh, not able to completely hold it like Beomgyu used to do when they started dating. Leaning against him, it was almost like his moobs acted as a pillow and it was the first time that Yeonjun realized his chest had ballooned to the point that they could be classified as that.

The rest of the night was spent with Yeonjun moving carefully so that he didn't properly burst out of his clothes and Beomgyu still coaxing him to eat more with him unable to say no. Taehyun's eyes ended up on him when he felt like loosening his pants, only adding to the embarrassment that he felt towards this incredibly late realization.

Arriving at their apartment, they stumbled back in a similar fashion how they did most nights as Yeonjun pressed his lips passionately into the younger, unable to hold back from the constant touches the entire night. He hadn't noticed all this excess prior to today and now that he had, it was just another thing to drive him crazy.

Feeling so confident in the weight, he's put on, he presses himself into Beomgyu, leaning against the door, their guts mashing into each other and a burp coming out of the younger, embarrassed due to how stuffed he is. "Sorry," spills out of his lips in a quick breath before they're against each other again, Yeonjun's hands slipping under Beomgyu's sweater to massage his belly only to get more whimpers from him, the pleasure from both the massage and relief from his boyfriend making him melt under his touch.

Whatever happened that night was the best time they ever laid together. Full of attention, love and admiration of the other's softened body. Yeonjun didn't know if he ever have enough fat to classify as anything but skinny before but Beomgyu made to show extra love, squeezing his softened gut, kneading the fat and biting every extra bit of adipose on his thighs.

However, what he didn't expect was the way that they didn't discuss anything. They carried on with their same habits. He noticed that Beomgyu's hands lingered a lot more and explored just about every extra inch of Yeonjun's body and he wasn't going to complain about it.

As Yeonjun boiled about five packs of Buldak for them to share, he felt Beomgyu press into him from behind, hands on his stomach as they slipped into Yeonjun's undershirt, rubbing his boyfriend's belly. It had gotten to the point where it protruded pretty proudly even when not stuff and was currently rumbling at the food that he was currently prepping. Beomgyu's own stomach slotted comfortably into the curve of his back.

"How much longer, hyung? I think we're going to get a noise complaint from the way this won't shut up." He lifts Yeonjun's belly and lets it flop down, causing him to jiggle as he feels himself shiver. He can practically feel Beomgyu's mischievous smile on his back as he turns, pinching the flab on his boyfriend's tummy.

"Yeah, this certainly isn't helping. So, it won't be too long." Yeonjun shakes Beomgyu's stomach for good measure, causing the younger man to yelp before laughing while hugging his boyfriend again. A smile curls at both of their lips before they resume the back hug position so Yeonjun could continue cooking.

The weight they've put on is just showing how comfortable they made each other.

Beomgyu's hands move up to Yeonjun's plump chest as he holds them, voice sounding shaky, "We're not that good with spice so maybe we can have some of the ice cream in the freezer after." Yeonjun's mind remembers how they bought two large tubs and he was already thinking of dessert with the five packs they were cooking. His touch was teasingly slow on Yeonjun's stomach, speaking his thoughts for him. Wondering how big he'd get with all of that food packed in there.

"One for both of us." Yeonjun said it simply and he felt a shaky sigh leave his boyfriend as his hands moved onto Yeonjun's large ass, his own gut hanging on top of it.

If they were this comfortable with each other now, who knew what would happen if they kept goading each other on like this. But, Yeonjun couldn't say he minded it.

[mcytblrconfessions]

One of my special interests is like. Family and stuff.

So I would make fankids for all my favorite ships and happily imagine them in the sweetest domestic scenarios and pregnancy scenarios.

And this was all fine and dandy. Easy enough to make a Toriel and Sans fankid, a Jesse and Lukas fankid. Or hell even a Filbo Fiddlepie and Beffica Wigglesnoot fankid. And I'd roleplay cute little plots and write fun little fics.

Then I joined MCYTblr/twt.

How the fuck am I supposed to make a fankid for these guys.

Like. For awhile it was okay, because I could just use Michael and Shroud and Yoghurt. But now I feel intense embarrassment for even liking DSMP and I get really weirded out at the idea of anyone knowing.

Like? And if I wanted to give them siblings huh???? What then???

How am I supposed to make a. Idfk?? A fankid for Tommy and Tubbo??? Or even Wilbur Soot and Slimecicle??? What. This is a horrible fandom for me to be in BUT THE HYPERFIXATION WONT GO AWAY???? Everyday I inch closer to leaving but NOOOOO autism says I have to stay. I feel like God is torturing me for liking Soothouse is 2017. That's what this feels like. Or actually more accurately liking Sapnap back in 2020 and wanting to go back.

Anyway fuck man. I just wanna make fankids but no. I'm stuck in this fandom where someone will beat me with a bat if I dare even mention wanting Philza Minecraft nested with Missa and Forevers eggs, and I'm not talking about the QSMP eggs. No I'm talking about fankid eggs. I want Tallulah to have siblings/aunts/uncles and Cheyenne and Wilbur to have siblings. I want Philza Minecraft to awkwardly explain that Forever and Missa raw-dogged him and now he has more eggs. I'm going insane. This is a cry for help.

It's also impossible to find an RP partner that will do this with me on an account that isn't connected to my main in anyway shape or form.

ok well anyways look at my schlonnor fankid my friend wiiwarechronicles drew her for me

[darkpoisonouslove]

1, 2, 7, 8, 24, 25, 27 for fic writing asks :) Hope you’re feeling better!

Thanks!

1.the last sentence you wrote

Well, I posted the last fic I worked on so here's the last sentence(s) from my Fallen Love Chapter 3 doc:

Her head spun from just the couple inches her heels added to her height. She’d bet on practicality for years but combat boots would only take her back to the battlefield. They simply didn’t make sense without the threat of war hanging over her head.

(I was going to play by the rules but the angst doesn't really hit with just the last sentence so...)

2. a character whose POV you’re currently exploring

Oh, my god, I've got nothing for this. I have been sick for over a week. Before that I was barely working on that Erendor x Samara fic I wanted to finish. Tbh my head has been way more into House of the Dragon (heaven knows why when the writers are hacks) than any of my own stuff. Like, I am hyperfixating in the most annoying way where I'm not coming up with fic, I'm not really analyzing the text that much, I'm just rotating the same thought in my head like it's a microwave that doesn't work and I'm hoping the heat generated by the rotating motion itself will be enough to cook my fucking thought.

But yeah, if we're talking about actual writing, then I'd have to go with Griffin since Fallen Love is all from her PoV (and so are all of my other recent Griffin x Valtor ideas, which are all I have). She's, uh... She's having a bad time and I don't know how to make it better. The good news is that I don't have to yet but at some point she's going to have to figure out what to do with her life now that she's not at war every day and I. Don't. Know what I'll do then. For now she's having Realizations TM but those are def spoilers.

7. your preferred writing fonts

I don't have any. Unless the one that's already set isn't an abomination, I just don't care. I'm using Libre Office and my default is Liberation Serif so I'm just using that.

8. if you had to write a sequel to a fic, you’d write one for…

I suppose that fics that already have sequels planned don't count? I have several for which I'd write an AU but a sequel? Let's see.

Yeah, nope, I'll have to pick something from those that I've already thought of continuing.

Originally, Imitation Play was supposed to have a sequel but I decided that I don't have a clear enough idea for it so I've left it alone. I already have enough other stuff to work on but if I had to write a sequel to something I've already finished, I'd look at that one and try to figure out how to continue it.

24. how do you recharge when you’re not feeling creative?

Usually watch movies. Way more rarely read a book or fanfic. But if I'm looking to spark thoughts, then listen to a playlist or even make a moodboard (which I haven't really done recently). Recently I found out that spending time and having fun with your family can really charge you like nothing else. Huh, who would've thunk?

25. besides writing, what are your other hobbies?

There's watching movies and reading books. DIY. Drawing. Playing various games (sudoku, mahjong, jenga, crossword puzzles, chess occasionally). A couple more that I'd feel like a fraud if I list because it's really been years since I've done them.

27. your favorite part of the writing process

It's what would fall under outlining. When I'm making sense of the story and adding ideas, tying plot points together and just weaving it all into one. I like seeing how it comes together into a coherent story and since it's not super serious at that point, I don't have to stress out that much. I'm just throwing pasta at the wall and seeing what sticks. And then arranging the stuff that sticks into a coherent, beautiful pattern. I like that!

send me fic writer asks

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

If I hear “I think everyone’s a little ADHD” again I’m going to scream.

Like okay yeah everyone forgets to drink water sometimes; but do you actively procrastinate on drinking water when you’re parched and haven’t had any for the entire day, when there’s a FULL GLASS OF WATER (left over from yesterday) sitting RIGHT NEXT TO YOU, because you don’t want to move your hand from your phone, on which you’ve been doomscrolling for five hours straight; the whole time thinking, “I need to drink some water. Oh god I’m so thirsty. I’m going to die if I don’t drink water. I’m so thirsty,” but you can’t get your hand to move to the glass for the fifth time this week? Do you have any idea what that fucking feels like?

Everyone gets distracted sometimes; but do you get distracted from taking a piss — and you really have to go — because you walked past the mirror and remembered you have blackheads on your nose that you wanted to pop; so you lean against the sink and meticulously exorcise your nose of sebum for thirty minutes straight with your pants down and your asscheeks out (because you were about to use the bathroom)? Huh? Do. You. Do. That?

Everyone stays up too late, talking too much, sometimes; but do you get so hyperfixated on whispering to yourself in the mirror for three hours straight, regarding the intricacies, similarities, and differences of Peter Cushing’s Winston Smith VS John Hurt’s Winston Smith, and how the directitorial decisions influenced their performances; because you can’t talk to a real-life person about this topic without killing them with the sheer force of passion you have for the subject?

Everyone fumbles their words sometimes; but do you fumble your words practically every sentence that comes out of your mouth because you CONSTANTLY blank in the middle of saying something, and you have to painstakingly translate the images in your head to words for even the simplest sentences?

Everyone forgets sometimes; but did you repeatedly forget what class you were supposed to go to next, and arrive late to class, or in the wrong class, in the middle of the school year, far past the point when you should have known your schedule by heart? Hm?

Everyone is unfocused sometimes; but I can fucking GUARANTEE you did not have to punch yourself in the ribs to the beat of the Kill Me Baby theme song (played on repeat) — until your entire left side was black and horribly swollen — in order to finish exactly HALF of your math homework over the course of FIVE HOURS, despite knowing exactly how to do it. I can GUARANTEE you did not wake up at 5:12 AM the next morning doing math homework with bruised ribs and gastrointestinal issues from jarring your abdomen all night, and I can GUARANTEE you did not continue to do your math homework with bruised ribs all through first, second, third, and fourth hour when you should have been doing the work for those classes instead (or when you should have been staying at home with an ice pack because, you know… you literally beat yourself up to the point of giving yourself giant hematomas), and I can GUARANTEE you did not rinse and repeat this vicious cycle every other week over a period of two years.

But everyone’s a little ADHD and if I have it, I’m “high functioning” so who cares, right? I just wanted the speed, right? [blood-curdling shriek]

[whenthechickencry]

Umineko EP2. Replay Part 2

Huh, thought Jessica was the one initiating the relationship and not Shannon, guess I had details mixed up.

She's pushy too!

Though I guess Jessica had unknowingly made the first move....

Didn't even give Jessica room to back down either! I had the impression Jessica kind of forced this relationship into existence but I guess Yasu had at least some feelings for Jessica.

I think the outfits a little goofy but I think it fits Kanon anyways

Yasu can probably relate a lot to compartmentalizing your identity like this and I imagine this is probably when he started having more of an interest in Jessica as someone with a lot of sides to her personality

Oh Jessica you have no idea who you are talking to. Also, I think while this scene shows that Jessica cares about Kanon and wants him to live a better life, she also isn't making a real effort to understand him and just assumes all her prior assumptions are correct, until she finally gets told off halfway through the conversation.

They reveal more than they meant to here, I think, it's honestly heartbreaking to read a bit... it might be leftover bias from me being a Jessica Kanon shipper when I first read the vn but I feel if this conversation went slightly different maybe Yasu could get some of the help they needed from Jessica.

...

Woah forgot about the Battler Yasu mention... combined with the mention about Battler saying the horse line to Shannon later on these are some pretty strong hints, though I guess narration is leading you to believe they are talking about Kinzo Beatrice

If you figured that out you would have solved Umineko!

Huh, i think this cg background is from Miotsukushi....

Yeah, but they are in different levels of zoom in.... I don't know why I bothered to check.

Sigh, I am really trying to not dislike you.

Funny how the narration pretty obviously from Rosa's perspective, initially gives this story about Rosa just pampering her daughter too hard because Rosa's oh-so-nice she went overboard, and then by the end it's talking about how Rosa hits Maria "impulsively".... how is Maria not supposed to develop unhealthy coping mechanisms of compartmentalizing her mother when her mother does the same to herself!

Nice one Rosa.... that's such a cruel thing to say, Rosa and Maria sections have always been some of the hardest scenes in the game to read for me.

The way her child is both her punching bag and her emotional support is both so extremely fucked up and incredibly realistic to how children of abusers are treated.

Krauss and Eva having a meeting about whether they are able to hide Krauss's death again (no)

It is kind of interesting to me that Rudolf seems more aware of his flaws than most of the cast... but doesn't seem to care too much about changing his behavior anyway.

This episode seems to immediately try to get to see you Maria in a different way to EP1 - her condescending magical genius persona didn't start until after the killings, here it's shown in a much more benign way, just a kid rambling about Halloween.

Imagine if Rosa instead of feeling ashamed Maria can remember so much trivia and tried to foster it into having her pick up history or something, like serriously it's impressive she can know so much about a certain subject! It's certainly more interesting and useful than my childhood hyperfixation being random Mario facts lol.

Kyrie's actually a pretty good mother to Ange all things considered, at least up to the point of what Ange saw, which maybe does tip me off a little to the "She said that stuff to Eva so that Eva would take care of Ange" theory.... I don't think she would manage to fake that so consistently otherwise.

To Yasu, who never really had parental figures, and probably idolized parents at some point I imagine their best friend having such a bad parent must hurt them really hard in a lot of ways.

And then Beatricce, coincidentally, does the same thing Kanon wanted to do but couldn't.

That's a really roundabout way to say you want to hang out, Maria.

Ouch, tough a couple lines later the illusion of a nice Kyrie gets blown away from me, though sympathetically I can interpret that line as Kyrie trying to get Risa to be nicer by speaking her language.

This scene's pretty easy to figure out, the one who knew about the crushed candy was Kanon and the fact Rosa can see Beatrice means she's an accomplice, and of course, Beatrice just made Maria close her eyes and switched the candy, and Rosa seeing it means she's going along with the story

She reveals she chooses her accomplices by convenience during this scene too.

it's pretty hard to not read Genji and Kinzo's relationship as romantic from Genji's side, though, I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't even admit that to himself.

I wonder if we should take this scene Kyrie happening to wander into Shkannon dressed as Beatrice, that would explain why she massacred all the siblings but Rosa in this episode, but also I don't think Yasu has any need to physically dress up as Beatrice at this moment... though I could see them doing it for funsies anyways.

Or alternatively, Kyrie could have been recruited as an accomplice earlier, and the reason she goads Rosa outside the parlor earlier was to set up the Rosa Beatrice meeting, and it would explain why Rosa's so on edge since she saw another accomplice getting slaughtered, but there's no real proof of that, I just think her getting Rosa to go outside is a little weird... It's not like she was a big issue at the conference, though I guess maybe Kyrie just saw her as the weak link in the anti-Krauss faction and felt like removing her from the beginning negotiations.

[penguins-umbrella]

i hate being hyperfixated on ferris bueller because like. who am i gonna find that posts regularly about a silly movie from 1986 in 2022??? how am i supposed to feed this other than watching the movie on repeat for days on end huh?????

[squeakytoy136]

so i wrote a little thing with dark arven in it

Hyperfixations really make things happen, Dark Arven based off of this

also featuring my oc momo, with area zero spoilers

Reflections

It all started with an unfortunate stumble. A follow up trip to Area Zero that had Arven somehow disappearing into the crystal he bumped into, leaving only his shadow. And then, his shadow got up.

"Dark Arven…?"

It all sounded like the evil doppelganger trope Momo's seen in stuff she read about before. There was definitely no way this was real. There was no way her boyfriend stumbled through those mystical crystals like it was actually some funky magic portal. There was no way this shadowy-looking clone of him happened to stumble out in his place. But yet, the words escaped her lips, and they were heard.

"Well… at least this universe still has a Momo in it…" He rubbed at his head. "And what's with the name? It's just Arven, y'know."

His frown was authentic, and so was the judgemental look that whipped towards her. He still had that teal colored stare, but everything else almost seemed like a trick of the light of the research station's roof. His hair, clothes, and even his backpack carried pitch black hues, making for a bold aesthetic Momo never expected from her Arven.

Her thinking cogs got turning as she stared at him, and he seemed to be doing the same as he stared back. He almost seemed to be looming over her as he gazed at her, with a presence so imposing that Momo felt the need to lean back and gulp.

"Okay, you're definitely not Arven."

"And you're definitely not my Momo. Too bland." His tone was unsurprised, unimpressed even. He looked back towards the crystal he just stepped out of. "Great, and now that gateway's out of power. I'm going to have to find a new one."

"Too bland? Gateway? Huh?" Momo looked to the crystal, which had lost its glow. She had all too many questions, but there was one that was at the forefront. "Did that… crystal really just suck up my Arven and leave me with… you?"

He scoffed as he turned away. "Guess I stumbled into a universe that doesn't have this. I'll make this quick for you, Not Momo. The multiverse is real, my poor excuses for parents got themselves killed looking into it, and now I'm pretty much stuck in your universe for now. Riddle me this, did your professors here trifle with dimensional travel? That's what these crystals are supposed to power, right?"

Though a bit overwhelmed, Momo found herself slowly shaking her head. "No…"

"Ain't that typical." He rolled his eyes, before taking a book out of his backpack. Momo glimpsed at its sleek black cover before the guy stepped away from her. "I'll get out of your hair before long. Just need to find another suitable crystal and I'll be able to send myself back. Judging from how totaled this research station is, I'm guessing they're sprouting like weeds here too."

And just like that, he had left the research station. Still, as bizarre as this encounter was, Momo definitely wasn't letting this Dark Arven guy out of her sight. She had questions.

"Yikes, that's bright." 

Momo found him sneering under the light of the glittering bottom floor of Area Zero. He didn't seem to pay her much mind, but she still stomped after him. She had a worried outburst she needed him to hear.

"Hold it, Darven!"

"Arven, but whatever."

"So you mean to tell me my Arven is stuck in some sort of other dimension? Wherever you're from?"

"That's right." He licked his finger and flipped a page.

"Why does that book of yours have a bloodstain on it?"

"No comment."

"Okay then." Momo huffed. "Am I… ever going to get my Arven back?"

"If he ever gets the same idea that I'm getting, maybe." There was a smirk on his face as he spoke. "You don't sound too happy about that."

"Of course I'm not happy!" Momo exclaimed in the face of his frown. "That's my best friend and boyfriend I just lost! If I can't get him back, then that'd just leave me with… with…"

"With who? Me?" He was looking directly at her now. His stare was taunting, and under the sheen of the crystalline lights around them, it was all the more striking. "I mean, haven't you ever wanted to see what being with someone from another universe is like? Someone… tall, dark, and handsome?"

His voice had lowered into mere breaths. Breaths that were hot on her face.

"What do you say… little buddy?"

Momo could only her herself gulp alongside her racing heart. There was no denying those words, his unexpected boldness, seeing that face and voice of his taunt her like so. It was just like Arven to leave her breathless, but even then… not like this.

"You're not my Arven." Momo nodded with certainty, defiantly standing her ground.

Dark Arven raised an eyebrow, narrowed his eyes at her, and backed away laughing. "Man, you got me there. My Momo always lost it whenever I did that. Don't think I'd ever get along with anyone from a universe like this. I'd hate to see how your Nemona or Penny ended up. Least this timeline has a pretty cute Momo. Speaking of which, I gotta get back home to mine."

"Hmph." While Momo wasn't all too pleased by that bluff he just pulled, she couldn't deny the curiosity that perked up when she heard her name. "Your Dark Momo's probably nothing like me if she can put up with this stuff."

"She's passionate, mainly. Really passionate. And definitely my ray of sunshine, that's for sure…" For once, a sentimental smile bloomed on his face as his gaze tilted upwards. "The burning… devilish fires of the sun. Just the way I like it."

"Yeesh. I like to think of myself as devilishly mischievous, but that's a bit much." Momo wasn't sure what edge was worse, the steep cliff drops, or this guy's.

"Alright, Not Momo." Dark Arven put his arm around her, walking her forward and deeper into the cavern of crystals. "What kind of adventures have you gone on with Not Arven? Fun adventures? Any lawbreaking involved? Is he fun to kiss, at least?"

"Yes… maybe… and… uh…" Momo found herself blushing and fidgeting at that. "Anyways! We went on the most cool and epic adventures, thank you very much! There were these miracle herbs, and we were hunting them down, and we made some real miracles happen, and… and…" She frowned at the look he was giving her. "... Hey, what's that skeptical look for?"

"Oh, it's nothing." Dark Arven's gaze fell, his locks obscuring his eyes as his hands tucked themselves into his pockets. "Just finding it pretty funny. My Momo's got a deviously overactive imagination just like you. Miracles don't exist where I'm from, y'know. Not the life saving kind, anyway."

"Oh."

Momo didn't know what to say after that. Neither did he, from the looks of things. Still, there was a familiar concern that Momo felt. The brief but utter loss of hope on Dark Arven's face wasn't something she ever saw before, but it was a despair she used to dread happening at all.

"Your universe really is a grim one, huh?" Momo spoke quietly.

"I've seen that look of worry before." His expression perked up slightly. "Don't sweat it. I still got my moments to shine despite it all. Right now I'm just focusing on finding an appropriate gateway crystal and hoping my Momo hasn't eaten your Arven up, so we can get this quick dimensional trade going."

"Um…" Momo hesitated. "You mean that eating part as a figure of speech, right?"

"Heh. Maybe."

Momo shoved him at that. He grunted and ended up bumping his shoulder against a large crystal wall, which left it humming as it suddenly pulsed with light.

"Well would ya look at that." Dark Arven placed his hands on his hips. "There's my gateway."

"About time." Momo crossed her arms. "So how does this dimensional travel stuff work?"

"Needs a bit of equivalent exchange. Me for your Arven." Dark Arven started flipping through his book again. "Once my reflection in the crystal starts looking like yours, means the jump is good to go. Now to wait until your guy gets the memo."

"He's resourceful. I'm sure he'll come by eventually." Momo nodded, tapping her foot against the ground.

"Whew, can't wait to get back. Me and my Momo can get back to doing our thing, and you and your Not Arven can go back to…" He grimaced as his eyes looked towards the grand lab ahead. "... investigating whatever this place has got going on. Don't know why your professor would need all these crystals if it's not for fueling dimensional travel."

Momo grimaced at his grimace. "If you must know, all this research was done for time travel. There's even a biggol' time machine in there that brought all sorts of Pokémon here, so we've all l been hard at work rounding them all up."

That got his attention. "Did you say… a time machine?"

"Yes, and-"

"Change of plans." He closed the book, tucking it under his arm as he tore his gaze from his reflection. "This I gotta see."

There was a devilish smile on his face. And not the mischievous kind.

[bookishbunnies]

Episode 6

Wylan, your friends are dying and you're excited about the butterflies??? Top tier autistic representation honestly

Awwwwh Wylan, holy shit that's so fucking adorable. Speaking louder just so Jesper can hear you. You fucking sweetheart. But uh, Jesper can't hear you soz

Omg this is how we get Jesper backstory?? His mother!!! 😍

Ooh, Baghra knows. Or at least has her suspicions.

Oooh yes, morozova story time

Ooh yes Baghra, talk more about Mals family.

Oh cmon Mal. You kept going till you found Alina. Is Baghra really gonna have to spell it out?

Really Baghra, you stop the story there???

Wylan, don't you think they tried simply opening the door?? If tolya couldn't get it open what makes you think you can? Blow it the fuck up dammit

Oooooh, Tolya and Tamar backstory??? Wait no, hallucination? Interesting, the others had flashbacks, not fiction

Wylan, maybe don't put your face directly up to the small hole you just made into a room filled with poisonous air?? 😅

I love Jespers mother so much. I wish we got to see more of her

Huh, okay maybe Baghra doesn't know for sure. Otherwise opening that door would've gone differently

I know Mal and Alinas convos are supposed to be emotional but honestly I'm laughing everytime coz of all the foreshadowing 😂

THE KANEJ ARMY ARE WINNING. ABSOLUTELY FUCKING WINNING

This is exactly how I imagined the scene. Perfect. The question. The little tug. The hand in the face. The hesitation. But holy shit it hurts so much that it's not real. That Kaz doesn't get to experience it too. Why must you hurt me like this????

Omg yes, autistic hyperfixations for the win. You are a beautiful man Wylan.

Lol, Inej shoving it in her mouth before he can even say it might sound strange. She trusts him with her life 💚

Alright, Tolya is mama now, it's official

Omg Jesper, don't sound so surprised. You've literally told the man how intelligent he has how many times and you're surprised??

Oh Kaz, and Inej. Didn't see anything? Nice to see we're still denying all our feelings 😂

Wow, Mals better at denying shit than Kanej. You literally just closed the door that only a Morozova can affect. And you respond with 'you're lying'???

Wow that's rude, messing with a man's guns.

Oh I need Wylan to save them here, it's gonna be gorgeous

Absolutely love Jespers priorities, fixing his guns

Once again, Baghra is fucking amazing. She knew what needed to be done and she fucking did it

Okay that was not how I was expecting that to go. Damn, they really have a habit for meeting living saints 😅

Awwh, I am living for every single look between Wylan and Jesper 😍

Oooh, is this why they made Alina part Shu??? Did they think this far ahead, had all this planned out already????

Jesper?? Okay, why him? Coz he's a durast?

Shes using her first husband as a table????

Awwh, it is coz he's a durast, a terrible one apparently 😂

This is such a good Jesper episode. We get to see his mother, and he gets to be more comfortable being a durast

Omg, Tolya and Jespers look 😂

Omg, 'someone someday is gonna come sweep you off your feet' yes Nina, his name is Nikolai, and he will so brilliantly sweep Zoya off her feet 😍

Wow they got their priorities straight. You have to kill me Alina. Okay let's have sex.

Like yeah I get it, but it's still funny

Ah yes, nothing like pouring your dead mother bone dust onto the stump of your hand that she cut off with her dying breath.

Well fuck. Baghra did not see that one coming

[canary-vhs]

How am I supposed to be normal about my hyperfixation when another interest comes back and kills my favorite character? HUH?? HE'S DEAD, NOW WHAT??

Round 7, when I get you Round 7, you'll be the one that's Blink Gone-

[monstermaster13]

Muppethell: calls Nathan out just because Nathan writes Dan Aykroyd fanfiction, and acts like he/they can speak for Dan Aykroyd

Werebelushi: Muppet, sweetie I'd hate to tell you this but if you don't like his stories, then maybe just maybe they're not for the likes of you. Really? You think they read like porn, oh you poor deluded creature. sarcastically Yes, it is Nathan's fault Dan Aykroyd is so sexy and thicc. Also you have a thing for the Childcatcher from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, okay, why? You do know that dude is supposed to be scary, right? Oh, you developed a fetish for him when you first saw the movie as a teen, huh? Well that exclaims that then. You always were fucked up. Also how cute, you think you can speak for Dan Aykroyd. Dan doesn't know who you are and even if he did, i'd be afraid of you if I was ihm, because if your Martin Short hyperfixation is enough to go by…yikes. I know you're the one who keeps trying to make MartinShortXSteveMartin a thing, they're married and straight for pete's sake, just because they work together doesn't make them gay. And also YOU called Nathan out and called him out on the Simp Central discord server when all Nathan did was be himself. sarcastically Oh noes, Nathan wrote fanfic about someone turning into the very same celebrity you like, horror of horrors. Oh Nathan should be so lucky that it reads like porn, as far as those fics go it doesn't go over PG-13 or R in terms of mature content so you know, Mel rarely does sex scenes or even nude scenes due to how self conscious she is. You would have a heart attack if you discovered Furaffinity, CYOC and Transformania Time exist. Oh yeah especially the latter, let's just say one that starts off as an elderly person turning younger and turning into a muscular demon only to turn into a sexy female demon goes full on Cronenberg meets HP Lovecraft where he/she turns into a writhing mess of body parts. Oh yes, and the horse dildo story in CYOC. Nathan doesn't deny his weirdness in the slightest, in fact he acknowledges it and is revered for it, heck up until you started bitching about him, the people on Simp Central loved him. Oh, your muturals should hear this, huh? What mutuals? Like what person would agree with your bullshit views? No one that's who. Trying to get the other server members to ditch Nathan didn't help your cause. Also fyi calling John Belushi, Dan Aykroyd's 'dead best friend', seriously? Way to undersell John and Dan's friendship, man-bitch. Also if your boyfriend likes you, your brother either has poor taste or he very much was drunk when he first started following you because I can't imagine anyone being attracted to you at all, also lastly…uhh, hello, you left your fucking documentation about your headcanons on a public link that anyone could click on and edit, it's YOUR fault. Nathan just happened to click on it, but hey…I guess now everyone knows how you wanted to adapt new headcanon for the curator character from Alice Cooper's Welcome To My Nightmare. Speaking of which, I am going to make sure that you won't be sleeping for the rest of your life, call me Freddy, because i'm your nightmare on elm street. Fyi, it's just fiction, dude. I am not impersonating Belushi nor do I claim I am him, I am not using his likeness and name for illegal use, it is not like I am making NFTs with Blues Brothers sunglassess or anything. Anyone can dress as Jake or Elwood, it's not a complicated look to pull off, anyone can wear a suit and tie. Besides, multiple Dan Aykroyds going around sounds like fun. I like the idea of being Dan or his characters, except if it's Vic Frohmeyer…I hate that guy. If I was the admin of that server I would have kicked you off instead.

[houseofwolvess]

idk why i even try to talk about the stuff i like

[jagopolis]

I'm Experiencing a MGR:R hyperfixation and just bought AINI expect a lot of art. I'm only going more mad. I've beaten mgr twice now, both times in a single sitting.

[tedesquire]

Smoke Gets in Your Eyes

A/N: So I’ve recently become obsessed with Egon and Ray, (hello new hyperfixation) and am hopping on the Ghostbusters fanfiction train. I’m a little rusty writing but i hope you enjoy nonetheless!

Warnings: Smoking

Contains: fluff, established Janine x Egon relationship, mentions of Ray’s delicious ass.

Description: You were moon-faced, doe-eyed, head over heels for Ray Stantz. But you can’t confess your feelings to him. You’re far too busy “working”.

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You were supposed to be alphabetizing the files of previous clients. Or prioritizing recent client calls. Or finishing typing up client statements. You could have even been reading a magazine like Janine was, or… or anything.

“You realize you’re staring?” Janine sings softly, noisy flipping a glossy page.

“Yeah…” You sigh, leaning your cheek on your hand.

“You realize he could turn around and catch you?”

“Uh-huh…”

“You realize that Peter’s standing behind you?” You jolted in your office chair, quickly turning around with a prepared excuse on your tongue only to be met with empty air. Your head snaps to face Janine, her nimble fingers removing her glasses as she held in a snicker.

“That wasn’t funny!” You hiss, “If Peter ever saw this I know he’s never let me forget it.” Your eyes frantically dart around.

“Forget what?” Egon’s deep voice came from behind, startling you once more. 

“Jesus, Egon, wear a damn bell!” Your heartbeat pounded in your ears, taking a few calming breaths. The lanky man approached Janine, giving her a small peck on her cheek.

“Don’t listen to her, she’s just mad that I was teasing her about Ray.” 

“Zip it!” You whisper harshly, sparing a glance to the aforementioned man, blissfully ignorant of your staring and of the current conversation as he was fixing the Ecto-1, plump ass in full view. It was just so perfectly cradled by his khakis, and the soft groans he emitted echoed throughout the floor. You absentmindedly bite your lip, noticing a sliver of his soft stomach exposed as his black tee rides up. 

God, you love it when he wears that shirt. Not only did it ride up every so often but sometimes you could see the start of his chest hair. You could only imagine what Dr. Ray Stantz would look like shirtless, how warm his skin would be as you ran your hands over his stomach and pecks, you wondered if he had any unseen freckles or moles, what you wouldn’t give to kiss them as you make your way down-

*smack*

It takes you a second to recognize that Janine has hit you with her magazine, rolled up in her palm, the other hand held onto by Egon in what you can assume was a failed attempt to stop her. She snickers, setting the magazine down on your desk to cradle your cheek affectionately.

“Oh honey, you’ve got to tell him. I can’t sit here and watch this every day, we’ve got work we have to do. Besides, I’ve got a feeling he likes you back, and you know with my psychic abilities I’m hardly ever wrong.”

“Didn’t you think your boyfriend was going to die at the hands of the Keymaster?” You tried to dismiss her, cheeks burning in embarrassment.

“He almost did!” She opened her mouth to continue, only to be interrupted by Egon.

“I’m sorry, were you under the assumption that your infatuation with Ray is a secret? We all know about it, except Ray, I believe.”

“What?!” You cried softly. “Janine!-”

“You’re often mimicking his breathing and body posture, your pupils are always dilated when you’re around him, and I’ve noticed an increase in you wiping your palms, which indicates that you’re sweating excessively. You’re either attracted to Ray, or you’ve started taking drugs.”

“I will say this slowly. I do not ‘like’ Ray and I’m not on drugs.” You sighed irritably. 

“Well then the only other conclusionI have is that you’re ovulating.”

“Egon!” You and Janine both gasped, finally drawing the attention of the other parapsychologist in the room. 

“Everything okay?” Ray asked, wiping his hands before making his way over.

“Oh yeah,” Janine smiled, leaning against her boyfriend. “Egon and I were just about to leave for the day. Y/n’s still working though, should you need anything.” You could have wiped the smug look on her face, but appreciated her quick recovery.

“Oh, well then, enjoy your night!” Ray’s lips spread into that oh-so-infectious grin you loved. 

The couple said their goodbyes, making their way to the door. You saw Janine turn around and mouth, “tell him!” before the pair left for the day. You manage to suppress another eye roll, turning your attention back to Ray.

“How is she? The car.” His large hand reaches behind his neck to scratch at the skin there, a soft sigh escaping his lips as his hip leans into the side of your desk.

“Well, the muffler’s so loud I’m not sure if anyone can hear the sirens over it, but I guess I’d rather listen to the muffler than Venkman trying to sing Hall & Oates.” You laugh softly, ripping your eyes away from his to try and appear more casual.

“Hall & Oates? I never pictured him the type. Poor Dr. Stantz.” You tease. “If anyone can fix Ecto, It’s gotta be you.” You compliment, busying your hands as you try to organize the unorganized pile of files on your desk. “Would you uh, like a glass of water or anything?” You look back up at him only to meet that damn smile again. 

“No, no, that’s alright, don’t trouble yourself.” You stand anyway, waving off his comment. Another reason you admired him so much. He was constantly thinking of other people. On every call he always made sure to ask the client how they’re feeling and believed them without a second thought. He knew everyone’s takeout order from all the regular places off the top of his head for long nights. He always asked how your weekend went, and always denied your help, even though it was your job.

With a glass of water in hand, you make your way back to your desk, stopping once you catch Ray lighting a cigarette and taking a long drag. He notices your return and flushes, pulling the cigarette out of his mouth to exhale.

“I hope you don’t mind. I know you, Janine, and Egon don’t smoke.”

“No, that’s okay!” Normally, with other men, you couldn’t stand the sight, smell, or even the thought of smoking, but if it meant spending more time with Ray, you’d gladly risk secondhand smoking. He takes the glass from you softly, rough fingers brushing against yours. Ray was a man who knew the meaning of hard work. 

After taking a sip, he catches you still staring, suddenly a little self conscious. Thinking it’s the cigarette, he decides to speak again instead of taking another drag. 

“I know, Egon tells me it’s an awful, filthy habit. It’s the leading cause of death, I’m wasting thousands each year, not to mention it’s unattractive.” He recalls various things his friend has said in attempts to stop. “I’ll… I’ll put it out.”

On the contrary, something about the way Ray smiles to himself as he balances a cigarette between his teeth drives you nuts. Not to mention the pleased expression on his lips when he takes a particularly long drag, or the lingering of the smoke against his delightfully plump lips when he exhaled. God, you could almost kiss the smoke out of him.

You're pulled out of your thoughts by Ray choking on the cigarette, instantly patting his back softly with a concerned gaze. 

“Jesus, Ray, you alright?” You cry, lifting the cup of water back up to his lips.

“Kiss the smoke out of me?” He squeaks, voice strained thickly. “Now I’m definitely putting this out.” He weakly fumbles for the ashtray he had brought over when you had left. Before you can even process that you’ve just spilled your guts to your crush, his strong hands are already gripping your arms, and his lips smack against yours.

You were right. You noted, Ray’s lips are wonderfully soft. Did he use chapstick? He tastes of cigarettes, and your eyes flutter shut as you lean into the kiss, your heart racing. A hand of his comes to cradle your cheek and you practically melt into his embrace. Kissing Ray immediately felt natural, like speaking or breathing. 

He was so… warm, and you could bet he was blushing. 

Too soon your lips pull apart for air as you pant against each other, foreheads connected.

“You’re amazing…” He mumbled, pressing chaste kisses against your cheek. “You’re so beautiful and kind and I can’t believe you like me back.”

Your shock slowly returns to you and you’re suddenly shy, blushing as you clear your throat. “Ray, you… you like me?” He pauses, leaning back to meet your eyes.

“You didn’t know?”

“No!” You exclaim.

“I thought it was obvious! Egon said everyone knew about it! He said I was mimicking your breathing and body posture, my pupils dilated around you, and I’ve been excessively wiping my palms.” You scoff, an incredulous laugh escaping you. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, Doctor, just kiss me again.” You smile, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in close, reminding yourself to reward Egon with the next mold sample you could get your hands on.