#i literally have 0 time all of a sudden what the fuck

[saffron-gold-stardust]

I was gonna draw a whole thing for their birthday but Christmas retail killin me

I scribbled this on my phone with my finger and it made me laugh so hopefully it makes someone else giggle too

[thanksbutno98]

Hi!!!! I LOVE(LIFE ,BREATH,EAT) for you John fics like foaming in the mouth when you make one so I want to ask you for a fic idea!

so reader has been dealing with the kids barging in the bathroom when she is showering,bathing etc like “mom I have to tell you what mya told me a school” “love can it wait till I’m out of the shower” “ NO”” 🫠” like that. And it gets so bad where the kids hide in the bathroom at the time she takes a shower. And she can’t tell John because he’s on deployment to God knows where. So here the idea for the fic (I’m so so sorry for talking you ear off) John sneaks in the house deciding to surprise his family but he sees his kids are asleep and the shower is on ( ifyk) so he sneaks up to the master bathroom to RAIL his oh so lovely wife only to find the door locked! So John how what would John do?

YOU ARE AN AMAZING PERSON AND YOU ARE LOVED 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💕💕💕💕💕💗💗💗💗💗

*GIVES YOU A LARGE LOVING HUG*

Privacy

John Price x fem!reader

Authors note: This was so much fun to write, I’m loving all the ideas coming in! Kids literally give 0 fucks and have virtually no boundaries especially with their parents so I can soooo see this happening.

Warning: NSFW, smut, porn with plot, p in v, mention of anal sex, swearing, mentions of violence, not edited.

Summary: After constantly being walked in on while in the bathroom you finally decide to lock the door. Unknowingly locking your husband out when he’s home early to surprise you.

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It was Sunday morning which was the one day a week you liked to sleep in and take it easy. It had been years since you were able to do that on a regular basis. Your two children having you up at the crack of dawn most days. You were brushing your teeth wearing a pair of underwear and tank top when your bathroom door flung open. It smacked into the wall making a loud bang and causing you to jump.

“Mum, what’s for breakfast?” Your son Jj walked in still in his pajamas. You felt your cheeks turn bright red at the sudden intrusion.

“Jj knock, I could’ve been naked.” Your muffled words were short as you spoke around your tooth bush. He stared at you blankly clearly not taking you seriously. You read that it was normal for kids to have no sense of privacy for others especially when it came to their mothers.

“Can we go out for breakfast?” He asked ignoring your words.

“No, get out. I’m in my underwear.” Walking over you shuffled your seven year old out of the bathroom and shut the door. Hearing him complaining about how hungry he was.

Since John had left for his latest deployment your kids had forgotten some of their manners. It was becoming habit that they didn’t knock and just waltzed in on you when you were taking a shower or a bath. Choosing to ignore your compromised position and try and have a chat with you. Sometimes it was to ask if they could do something or Evelyn needed to tell you what so and so did at school. Sitting on the counter and babbling away while you tried to get your towel with closed eyes and shampoo dripping down your face. It was driving you mad to not be able to find a sliver of privacy in your own bathroom.

John would not tolerate this and you knew he’d resort to shouting if he was in your position. You were trying your best but your husbands authoritative role in your house was needed. Finishing up with your teeth you sighed and went to go start the shower. As soon as the spray of water connected with the cool tile your bathroom door swung open again.

“Why can’t we go out for breakfast?” Your youngest daughter barged in and asked rather forcefully. A hot spike of anger ran through your veins as you turned the shower off.

“That’s it! Both of you, in my room, now.” You hissed calling out of your bathroom so your son could hear you. Walking into your room you pointed for Evelyn to go stand by your bedroom door. Jj jogged in with a bashful look. He knew by the look on your face you were about to give them a final warning. The siblings stood shoulder to shoulder and stared up at you waiting for the lecture.

“If either of you barges into my bathroom without knocking one more time there will be no tv until you learn how to knock.” You tried to have an even calm tone as you set this boundary. Although the looks on your kids faces told you that wasn’t how you came off.

“Sorry, mummy.”

“Sorry, mum.” You sighed as their apologies rolled off their tongues easily.

“Okay, now go get dressed I don’t feel like cooking this morning.” You breathed out hating that you had been planning on going out for breakfast anyway to give yourself a break.

“Woohoo!” Evelyn cheered.

“You’re the best mum!” Jj darted out of your bedroom to go get ready for the day. Guess, your shower can wait.

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It was late when John pulled up the driveway of your family home. The house sat in darkness the only lights shinning coming from your bedroom. That meant you were still awake which had John shifting in his seat as he parked the car. Since he got into his truck all the pent up sexual frustration was coming to a head. He was needy and desperate for you having been unable to take care of himself for over two weeks now.

Making his way into the house John set his bag down by the back door and kicked his shoes off. Moving silently he made his way upstairs hearing the shower in your bedrooms en suite going. John perked up at the new found knowledge and knowing you were most likely naked behind that door. Taking you in the shower sounded incredible right now. Getting to fuck you and see your tits covered is suds and ass shinning from the water.

It didn’t take a second thought before John was reaching for the door handle to surprise you and hopefully get laid. Turning the knob John ran into the solid door. It was locked. You never locked the door. John felt a bit foolish having just run into the door but he shrugged it off. Reaching up and grabbing the skeleton key you two hid on top the the doorframe, John unlocked the bathroom door.

Stepping in he had a smug smile on his face waiting for you to throw yourself into his arms and welcome him home.

“Oh. My. God. You are so grounded!” You whipped around so fast in nothing but your towel having just been ready to step in the shower. You were ready to march which ever kid who somehow managed to unlocked the door back to their room. John couldn’t help but smirk at your strong reaction to him coming in. You didn’t get angry easily so he knew the kids had been testing your patience.

“That mean no telly?” John quirked an eyebrow at you.

“John!” You gasped out rushing to him. Your towel began to slip falling to the floor as you wrapped your arms around your husbands neck and hugged him tight. John’s trousers became impossibly tighter as your naked body pressed into him. His hands shoot to your bare back pressing you closer to him. Mesmerized by the way your breasts felt against his chest, the thin piece of cotton keeping you too far away. He had missed you so much in so many ways but the need for your body was outweighing them all.

“Well you missed me.” You giggled out glancing down at the obvious bulge in his trousers.

“So, why am I grounded?” John asked his hands roaming around your back eventually settling on your ass.

“The kids keep barging in on me and I’ve about had it.” You spoke softly. Brushing your fingers over the scrape by his left temple. It was scabbed over and healing but it had you worrying he was hurt.

“Hm, well I’ll set them straight in the morning. Now how about I join you for that shower.” John voice dropped an octave as he lead you back towards the steaming shower.

“Please, Captain.” You whispered. You stepped out of John’s grip loving how his stormy blue eyes roamed your naked form.

“Strip.” You ordered voice still hushed. Deciding to roll with the bit of confidence you were feeling.

John listened, lifting his shirt over his head revealing his toned chest the tufts of auburn hair thick and wiry. His biceps were bulging as if he’d just finished lifting weights, he had been working out like crazy while away and it was obvious. There was a large purple and blue bruise that was turning greenish on the edges, it spread down John’s rib cage. There were smaller purple marks littering his body but John didn’t seem to notice your gaze of concern so he unbuckled his pants.

Glancing to the mirror behind your husband you could see even more dark bruises. The most noticeable being a narrow long mark that started at the top of John’s spine and ran diagonal for about a ten inches as if he’d been struck with a skinny pole. John had stripped down now leaving himself completely bare like yourself. His impressive length standing at attention.

“You’re hurt.” You stated reaching your hand out and caressing your fingers over the dark bruise on his rib cafe. The gentle touch had your husband shivering, it had been too long since he was touched with such care as if he was delicate. Your feather like finger tips roved over his toned body mapping out the new marks and trying to memorize the parts of his body that would be tender. You didn’t want to grab on to him in a spot that would make him wince.

“Nothing you haven’t seen before.” John’s eyes were closed, resting his forehead against yours. He was standing as still as possible loving the way your soft hands felt against his burning, aching skin. This wasn’t the first time you and John would be having sex while his body was sore and recovering from the mistreatment of his job.

Reaching further down his toned stomach you lightly wrapped your hand around his aching cock. John let out a content sigh as your fist moved slowly, his eyes fluttering open to see you staring up at him through long eyelashes. The sensation was so relieving but he needed more. You glanced back down taking in his manhood in all its glory. You still didn’t understand how something so big could fit inside you so regularly when your husband was home. There was no way you should be able to walk after being stretched from his girth alone. You joked to him once he was as thick as a soda can which was a major ego boost to the Brit.

“I need you, darling.” John kissed your cheek lovingly, his eyes dark and half lidded.

“I’ll take care of you.” You matched his hushed tone. Taking John’s hand you noticed his knuckles were healing having been split open. With a single look up you asked John silently if he was okay which he nodded for you to keep going. Kissing the the abused area you lead your husband into the shower behind you.

Dipping under the hot stream you let your body be enveloped by the spray of water. John’s calloused hands were on you now as he wrapped his arms around your waist joining you under the shower head. His now wet chest hair was coarse against your shoulder and back as his cock poked you and slipped between your thighs.

You and John both groaned as his impressive length slotted against your cunt, your plush thighs encapsulating him. John couldn’t help but buck his hips, his cock sliding between your drenched thighs. You rested the back of your head on John’s shoulder as his hips moved lazily the friction so close to your clit but just missing. The sensation of his cock rubbing against your lips was tantalizing, John’s hands now perched on your breasts as he massaged them with gentle pressure. Tweaking your nipples roughly and then rubbing his thumb over them.

Kissing down your neck John was bending you over, your body was like putty in his hands as you placed your hands on the cool tile in front of you. The hot spray of water was now hitting your lower back and John’s abdomen. The water gave your ass a perfect shine as if John had rubbed oil all over you.

“Ready?” John whispered his cock head teasing your entrance. You bit your lip in anticipation being more than eager to be filled to the brim. Normally, John would work you up more and stretch you out so it was easier for you to accommodate his thickness but tonight he wanted to feel how snug your cunt was. He wanted you squeezing his cock so tight he was seeing stars and there was no hope he’d be able to pull out.

“Go slow. It’s been awhile, John.” You turned your head to look back at your husband. His eyes were trained on your ass as his hand massaged the flesh.

“I’ll be gentle.” John groaned, his jaw immediately going slack as his swollen tip breached your entrance. Pressing your forehead against the cool tile your breath became slightly ragged as John slowly inched his way into your aching cunt. The stretch burned and was board line to much making your body rigid. John stopped with his cock half way in having to use some self restraint to not push his hips flush against your perky ass.

“You okay, darling?” John huffed out and groaning deep from his chest as you tightened around him which John didn’t think was possible.

“Y-you’re so big.” You peered over your shoulder to see John who had a dumb look on his face.

He wasn’t even fully inside you and he looked so fucked out and desperate. There was something about when John was needy for you that had you ready to cum instantly. Moaning a little too loudly you pushed your hands against the tiled wall and pressed your ass back quickly. Taking every last inch of him at once. You wanted, no needed, to impress him right now. Show him how good his cock made you feel. You needed to find your own release even if it meant the burning stretch that hurt oh so good.

John went wide eyed a sinful moan leaving his lips as his hands moved from your body and hovered by his shoulders. Watching intently as you fucked yourself back on his throbbing cock. John could be pretty vocal at times but not always. Tonight he wasn’t holding back a single noise. Breathing heavy and whining as he let you take what you wanted from him. Use him like he was some toy. Between John’s shameless moans and how long it had been since you two were intimate you were teetering on the edge of your orgasm much quicker than usual.

“Fuck, are you about to cum?” John asked his voice gravely and deep. He hadn’t even touched your clit yet making him unsure.

Your ass was clapping against his pelvis at the perfect pace. You were panting with eyes squeezed shut as you lost yourself in the need for your release. Legs aching and sweat dripping off you along with the steaming water. Maybe you had a thing for his voice because you came hard at his question.

You stiffened unable to keep moving as your orgasm ripped through you. Your cunt hugged John’s thick cock so tightly he swore he died and went to heaven. A gasp leaving you and fingers griping the slippery tiled wall as your vision became fuzzy. God, you wanted to scream at how good it felt but you held back the noise.

John was quick to start thrusting hard yet slow as he fucked you through the intense waves of pleasure. John’s hands were back on you as he gripped the plush flesh of your ass, his other hand gripping your shoulder for leverage. His thumb was playing with your cute asshole applying light pressure and rubbing circles over the puckered area.

“D-don’t get any ideas, John.” Your voice was shaking as he continued his slow thrusts modeling you to the shape of his cock. You were just coming down from your high, making your knees weak. The thought of John asking to do anal weighing heavy in the air and you knew if he asked you’d say yes.

“Fuck, love. It’s a little too late for that.” John’s words were even as his thumb pressed a little firmer on your hole. You moaned when the digit slipped in the tiniest bit.

“Faster, please.” You whined against the cool showers tile. John responded with a sharp thrust that knocked you forward squishing your face into the wall. Pulling his thumb out and grasping your hip again.

“Tight little thing.” John grunted between gritted teeth as he set a steady slow pace.

His thrusts were powerful knocking moans and whimpers from your parted lips. He was using all his strength with each powerful thrust making you know you’d have bruises on your ass in the morning. John had a firm grip on one hip while the other hand fell to your ass.

The smack was hard and echoed through the room, it immediately left a hand print on the plump flesh. Seeing the red mark in the shape of his open palm had John picking up the pace, relishing in the way your ass jiggled as he fucked you. Spreading your cheeks apart to get a better view of your greedy cunt sucking him in he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. He just wanted to feel your cunt grip him as tight as it just had when you came.

You were moaning quietly your second orgasm approaching quickly. John’s thrust we’re knocking the wind out of you. Hands slipping against the wall you buckled forwards almost hitting your head. A firm muscular arm wrapped around your shoulder catching you and pulling you so you were standing with your back arched.

“Spread your ass, darling. I’ve got you.” John moaned out the words as you clenched around him. Your hands moving from the vice grip you had on his forearms to spreading yourself open for him to see. John rested his head on the back of your neck as he watched his cock disappear repetitively. Your pretty painted nails digging into your own flesh made John go feral.

“Think you can cum for me one more time?” John wasn’t sure if he’d be able to get you there a second time with his own climax approaching like a freight train.

Without waiting for your response his free hand was reaching around your body and pressing firmly against your very sensitive clit. You moaned so loud John was scared you’d be heard. The arm around your shoulder moved to cover your mouth with his large palm, the spray of water hitting just above your breasts. John rested his forehead against your temple with his eyes screwed shut as he tried to build you up again.

“Need you to cum for me.” John begged his pleas sending a shock wave to your cunt. You nodded your head eagerly trying to tell him how close you were with his hand tightly clasped over your mouth.

“Yeah? You going to cum on my cock again?” John’s thick and raspy voice had your eyes rolling to the back of your skull. You bit down on his palm relishing in the way his other hand rubbed your clit with the perfect pressure and pace. You blacked out for a second coming to with your chest heaving and pleasure still tearing you apart. John’s thrust were getting sloppy as he groaned loudly in your ear.

“So, tight.” He mumbled to himself as he gave one last sharp thrust and spilled himself deep inside your still quivering cunt. Johns cock was so deep you swore you could feel him in your throat. John came with so much force his spend was leaking out of you seconds later.

“I don’t think I can walk.” You whispered your words coming out as puffs of air. Knees feeling weak and body incredibly tired.

“Give me a moment. I’ll clean you up, darling.” John said against your shoulder still catching his breath.

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“Mornin’, beautiful.” John’s gruff voice pulled you from sleep as you felt a tingling sensation to your neck and a weight hovering over your body. With eyes fluttering open and senses coming back you realized your husband was straddling your waist and kissing down your neck, one hand combing through your hair sweetly.

“Morning.” You sighed out in content pleasure. Stretching and hearing your bones crack. It was moments like these that reminded you how soft and gentle John was at the core with the people he loved. John pulled back and rolled off of you with a smug grin. He was satisfied you were awake now since you’d slept through both your alarms. This was how John liked to wake you up so the first thing you felt and knew was how loved you were.

“Where are you going?” You asked watching as John stood and stretched. The muscles on his back rippling and biceps flexing as his arms raised over his head. The bruises that littered his torso on full display, he was shirtless and in grey sweatpants that hung low allowing you to see he didn’t put on underwear after he carried you to bed last night.

“Take a piss.” John mumbled making you roll your eyes.

“Gross, John.” You lightly scolded but he didn’t seem to care. Walking into the bathroom and shutting the door behind him. You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face, so happy to have your burly man back home and in one piece.

“MUM! Dads truck is in the driveway!” Jj sprinted for your bedroom, gliding against the hardwood in his socks. You were just getting out of bed thanking your prior self for putting on a full set of pajamas as your son barged in and didn’t knock. The look on his face was the same look you saw on Christmas morning when he caught sight of his presents.

“Yeah, he’s in the bathroom. Give him a sec-“ Jj didn’t let you finish turning and throwing the door open. The look on John’s face said it all, he was instantly embarrassed and irate.

“Jj!” You shrieked covering your eyes as you caught sight of your husband mid stream.

“Dad!” Jj cheered not having realized what his father was doing yet.

“GET OUT!” The volume John reached could’ve shook the house and probably made Jj’s ears ring. Jj turned on his heels and shut the door behind him turning absolutely red in the face. You knew John would blow his lid if what had been happening to you happened to him even once. So this wasn’t a real surprise that not even 24 hours into being home he was already loosing his temper.

“What did I tell you about knocking.” You sighed out absolutely exasperated. Feeling somewhat validated that you weren’t the only one to be frustrated with this habit your kids had fallen into.

“I’m in so much trouble aren’t I?” Jj asked looking at you.

“Yes, and this time your dad gets to pick the punishment.” You crossed your arms giving your son a stern look.

“No, he’s gonna make me weed the garden again.” Jj complained. The sound of the toilet flushing had the little boy heading out of the room immediately.

“Good, maybe you’ll learn to knock.” You called after your messy haired boy. John exited the bathroom with a mean look, eyes scanning the room for his son.

“Where’d he go?” John’s words were deep and authoritative. You pointed to the bedroom door.

“This is what they’ve been doing to you while I’ve been gone?” John asked before he went on his tirade about basic manners.

“Yep.” You nodded.

“Both of you, get dressed. Be down stairs in five. We’re helping your mum with the garden until you learn better manners.” John called down the hallway. Now he was grumbling to himself as he rummaged through his dresser for clothes. The tips of his ears still burning red from having just been walked in on.

[agneslovestheinternet-blog]

Minho Breakup Headcanons

Glade Edition, Fem!Reader, SFW

Breakup was kinda mutual

He was starting to take you for granted so you lost feelings

The whole thing just went cold

You initiated the break up & once you left he finally fully realized how much he fucked up

He goes total ghost mode

People hardly hear from or see him

“Have you seen Minho recently?” “I haven’t seen him in like, 2 days,” “Well that’s better than me I haven’t seen him in 3”

Waits outside the Maze for the doors to open every morning

Doesn’t come back until the doors are almost closed at night

Then heads straight to his hut

Where he doesn’t leave until the next morning

Rinse & repeat

That's how he deals with his feelings; working himself to death

“You sure you don’t want to take a break, Minho?” “No I’m fine,” “We’ve been staring at the same section on the map for like 3 hours. I think we can pack it up for tonight” “Fine, if you’re not gonna help me, I’ll just do it myself”

Dissociates at bonfires, just sitting motionless staring into the flames

Doesn’t wanna drink, doesn’t think it’ll help

When he sees you around the Glade he feels like he can’t breathe

Like a rock’s been dropped on his chest

Gets physical therapy from the med-jacks because his legs are just. so. sore.

He literally takes 0 breaks so he constantly has shin splints and shooting pains

When the med-jacks massage his legs, for whatever reason, that’s the only time he can cry

Something about the pain being released in his legs

He can finally let it out

Apologizes profusely to them

They agree to keep his secret

Constantly zones out

Just sits there with a blank expression on his face

Replaying all the interactions with you he wish he would have reacted differently to

“MINHO!” “What?!” “I’ve been telling you a story for like 3 minutes; did you not hear a shuckin’ word?” “Sorry, sorry; what did you say?”

Really low appetite

Newt brings food to his hut and doesn’t leave until he at least eats something

Can’t really sleep, just stares at the ceiling for hours

Exhausted but restless at the same time

Has like, designer eye bags

Like they’re dark purple and he just looks awful all the time

One day you finally move on and he sees you kiss another guy at a bonfire

Immediately marches up to Gally and asks for the strongest drink he has

Downs the bottle straight away

Gets weirdly giggly and happy-seeming when the alcohol hits

His friends are all concerned bc obviously that’s not right

Its the 1st time he’s been drunk since the breakup

Finally after he almost falls into the fire, they carry him back to his hut

He flops on his bed, head pounding & room spinning

And all the sudden

All the feelings rush in

The alcohol didn’t get rid of them; it amplified them

He just sobs in his friends arms for a minute

“I really fucked up. I lost her. And now she’s with him and she’s not coming back” “I know Minho. You gotta move on. You’ll be ok” “I just- I really fuckin miss her”

[pansy-picnics]

A vat7k related question.

What do you think is Hugo's gender identity? Cus I want to hear what you think Hugo's gender is and the story behind it.

EHEHEHE personally i think she’s genderfluid and uses he/she/they pronouns…….I think he was kind of an uncracked egg up until the trials though. like, he’s been in survival mode for so long that he’s never had the time or luxury to really think about himself or his identity….i think he’s had a lot of different disguises over his career though, and those personas are either male or female depending on what the situation calls for so he’s not a stranger to dressing femininely either.

but yeah…i think for a long time hugo just identified as male by default cuz like…what else would he be LOL. if he had any doubts at all they weren’t significantly hindering him or anything so he just buried them with all the other of the emotions he doesn’t want to feel. but like the closet is made of GLASS and this becomes especially obvious when she teams up with 3 other teenagers who are also transgender so sometimes she’ll just Say Shit and they all turn around and look at her like “…….🤨”

i have this very vivid scene in my head where varian comes out to the gang as trans and hes clearly really uneasy abt it. and hugo doesn’t know what to say so he just tries to relate by saying the first thing that comes to mind and goes “oh yeah i get it i mean. sometimes i wish i was a girl but like not all the time yk” and nuru and varian both just stop and stare at him

hugo, getting nervous: …Sorry that’s probably not the same thing forget i said anything

nuru: No i think we should talk about this?

anyways yeah….other than her traveling party giving her some weird looks nothing actually really came of these conversations bc hugo would refuse to think about herself even if you put a gun to her head

fast forward to post-trials though, and hugo’s been living in the castle with varian for about six months…it was REALLY messy for both of them while she was adjusting, but at this point shes finally started to let her guard down a little, and all of a sudden she has SO much free time and she has no idea what to do with any of it. she’s stealing collecting things, tinkering with all kinds of useless little gadgets, rapunzel is teaching her tons of little arts and crafts projects. overall shes pretty content despite everything. So anyways then the gender crisis hits them like a fucking freight train

honestly i’m like half joking when i say i think it started bc they just kept forgetting to cut their hair. like one day they looked in the mirror and they’re like “wow my hairs getting so long i kinda look like a girl lol. Wait”

AND AS FUNNY AS IT IS ITS SO. WILDLY UNFAMILIAR TO THEM. like all of a sudden theyre SO insecure for as far as they can tell, NO reason and it drives them CRAZY. i dont even think that hugo dislikes their masculine features after coming out, i think they embrace them if anything but its just like…going from 0 to 100 so fast and suddenly being so hyper aware of themselves in a way that they NEVER were before…having to realize that they’re definitely Not cis. it’s fucking TERRIFYING!!!

not to mention it hits him all at once during a time when he’s still frankly really paranoid about him and varian’s relationship, and he’s kinda walking on eggshells bc deep down he’s convinced that var’s just gonna get tired of him eventually and kick him out. its like he’s just waiting for the final nail in the coffin despite the fact that there is literally no coffin.

All that being said i think it takes him a while to work up the courage to talk to varian about it. and he knows he won’t like. hate him for being trans or anything (I sure hope he wouldn’t, at least, seeing as he is literally also trans) but varian’s already done SO much for him and helped him through literally everything already….he doesn’t want to burden him any more than he already has. he also cant comprehend that someone can just Like him, like, as a person, so he’s convinced himself that varian must see something specific in him right now and he’s afraid that if he changes himself drastically in any way then whatever varian saw in him just. won’t be there anymore. If that makes sense

as for who he actually goes to first- honestly i think it’d have to be lance. at least in my head lance was the first person hugo really started to bond with aside from varian….he didn’t start letting his guard down with rapunzel until quite a while after that. also i think he’s worried that if he tells rapunzel she’d end up accidentally spilling something to varian (which is like. Valid bc she’s a horrible liar) he’d definitely write a letter to nuru, too, but nuru is also in another kingdom, and that message takes a while to get to her, so it’s more something they talk about after the fact

when he finally does get a letter back after dumping this revelation on her it’s just like

“dearest hugo. upon reading your letter i desperately wanted to tell you that i told you so, but i realize that would be in poor taste, seeing as you are clearly struggling right now. Moreover,-“ /j

regardless of who she tells first, they obviously all support her and encourage her to talk to varian as well…And ofc varian hypes her up to no end when she finally does. i wanna say it’s a sweet emotional scene but i feel like varian was also under the assumption that she figured out the gender thing like a year ago /j

hugo: ,,,,so like. i don’t think i’m a guy

varian: . yeah?

hugo:

hugo: TFYM “YEAH”?????!!!!???

varian: D. DID WE NOT ALREADY KNOW THIS?

hugo: ,???? NO???!!???!

jokes aside though as soon as hugo does decide he wants to explore his presentation more varian immediately consults rapunzel who gets WAY too excited about it and it kind of scares hugo a little bit. /j like Do you want to cut your hair? Dye it? Do you want new piercings? TATTOOS????

they eventually just settle on getting her a few new pieces to add to her wardrobe and that works out fine. varian sees his girlfriend in a dress and loses his mind etc etc. All is right in the world

[puffyducks]

DCRC Week #40

AAAAAAAAAAH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Sorry I mean. PKNA #34: Nothing Personal. You should only open this post if you wanna see the insane ramblings of a mad person btw.

Also there's no way I'm gonna get all my reactions and thoughts about this chapter into just one post so expect to see a continuation of this in the reblogs.

Anyways in case you somehow missed last week or forgot what happened, as a recap: the Raider is fucking DEAD he is SIX FEET UNDER and by UNDER I mean IN A BLACK HOLE. Surely this will have no impact on the events to come. Anyways,

WOAHH no way you guys we're in the future... the far off year of 2015

Nevermind Angus Fangus is the governor we're so fucking cooked

Unfortunately for Angus's presidential campaign, and I can't believe nobody has told him this yet, I do regret to inform him that he is forbidden from running as president of the United States because he was not born here. Maybe the authors thought that rule would change by 2015 but seeing as how that was a decade ago and that rule did not, in fact, change, it looks like his campaign is dead before it even began... not that this was really a huge loss to begin with.

Ohohoho who could THESE mysterious figures be??? I've read this comic like 40 times btw but I'm gonna pretend I haven't

Angus keeps complaining about tourists BRO YOU WEREN'T BORN IN DUCKBURG, YOU WERE A TOURIST ONCE STFU 😭

Well that doesn't sound quite right

Okay so the first time I read this comic I was kinda disappointed to see that Trip doesn't have his name on his shirt anymore, cause that was my favorite silly detail of his design, but then I realized WAIT!!! He's in disguise, this is actually a genius move on his part. Nobody will know that this is Trip if he doesn't have a shirt that says "TRIP" on it in big red letters.

Also I already roasted the shit out of this Odin outfit in another post but I do regretfully have to admit that I'm coming around on it a little bit, ONLY because it's also kind of a genius disguise if you think about it. Nobody would ever suspect THE Odin Eidolon to walk around in an outfit this shit. It's a foolproof plan.

ODIN EIDOLON HAS FALLEN DOWN THE STAIRS AT THE MET GALA

Hey so remember when the Raider died and at the very last second he was just like "hey btw I have a son tell him I'm sorry for dying" despite the fact that Donald has literally 0 way to time travel or contact this mystery child in any way. How many times do you think Donald has randomly thought about that kid in the last 15 years. The Raider didn't even give any indication of how old his son was (not that it would really matter to a time traveler I guess) but imagine hoping desperately for the last 15 years that the kid he was referring to was actually already an adult in like their 30s, because it's the only thing that could make you possibly feel better about what happened, and then all of a sudden that kid pulls up and you're like OH GOD HE'S 9 YEARS OLD. Anyways.

Didyoueatmybanana?! >:( YEAH it's called stress eating okay and it's a stressful situation I NEED MY POTASSIUMMMM

*hacker voice* I'm in

Okay but real talk nnooo nnOOOOO THIS MAKES ME SO FUCKING UPSET!!! NOO THE RAIDER DIDN'T WANT HIS SON TO BE A TIME PIRATE FUCK!! FUCK THE ORGANIZATION I MEAN IT!!! YOU GUYS RUINED HIM!!! YOU RUINED A PERFECTLY GOOD BOY!!! Okay maybe like a mediocre boy, Trip has some behavioral issues but like who didn't at his age okay he's just cute and little. and cute. and i lovbe him. AND THEY FUCKED EVERYTHING UP!!! SHIT!!!!!!!!

ALSO THIS? THIS??? FUCK YOU?!?!?! DONALD HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH HIS DEATH HE LITERALLY JUST HAPPENED TO BE THERE. THE RAIDER WAS KILLED BY YOUR OWN FUCKING GUY, ORGANIZATION. DONALD WAS LITERALLY THE ONLY PERSON AT TIME 0 THAT EVEN GAVE A SHIT THAT THE RAIDER WAS DYING, HE WAS TRYING SO HARD TO SAVE HIM AND EVERYTHING LIKE FUCK YOU!!!!!

This shit is so fucking funny tho sorry

don't think it don't say it don't think it don't say it

So, I'm not really sure how to refer to this specific depiction of Donald (Nothing Personal Donald?) but like I'm lowkey obsessed with him and how much of a disheveled, broken man he is. FIFTEEN YEARS UNDERGROUND DAWG.

Do you know how BAD things had to be for the rest of the Duck family to LEAVE DUCKBURG?!?!? Scrooge basically owned that fuckin city. If I think too hard about the rest of the family in this timeline I start getting really emo but like... I wanna know where they are. How they're doing. The triplets should be like 25 by now... and as far as they all know the man that raised them got exposed as a terrorist and then fucking exploded LIKE-

NNOOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THEY HIT THE FUCKING PENTAGON FUCK THE TIME POLICE TOO BRO WHY DO THEY ALWAYS FIND A WAY TO BLAME LYLA FOR EVERY FUCKIN THING 😭😭😭 WHY IS IT HER FAULT THAT DONALD WAS (ALLEGEDLY) A TERRORIST STOP IT I HATE IT HERE

Donald is like But can't we just save the Raider :(((

NO we can't you have to babysit his son for an indefinite period of time

Cmon Donald he's just silly.... he's just little

uncle duck avenger i might. throw up

NNNOOOOO THEY SHOT BABYGIRL THEY HIT THE FUCKING PENTAGON. AGAIN. Guess the disguise wasn't as smart as I thought...

HE'S SO SMALL we have to find him more bananas to eat it's the only way to cheer him up

Anyways, in case this entire time you've been hoping that Trip knew what was going on, including the fact that his father is dead, the answer is No. No he doesn't know. SO DON'T TELL HIM.

I hit the image limit so YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS. (It means wait for a bit while I add more in a reblog)

[bright-hope-spot-19]

All right, so there's this Kankuro hc I have that I wanted to share. It kinda has to do with him having lower self-esteem in regards to his looks and physical appearance. Like, he's proud and confident in everything except his looks, and no, it's not a "because he looks like his dad" situation.

So, we know that most girls in Suna are cray-cray for Gaara. Girls love him, think he's dreamy, and sigh longingly when they see him. They think he's the ideal man (not knowing Gaara is not attracted to women. And absolutely in love with Naruto, btw). So, Kankuro grows up used to that adoration his brother receives from the female populace. He's made up peace with the fact that people love Gaara, and he's proud of him for it! He's fine with just being the 'mysterious black clad figure' constantly watching Gaara's back in the background. After all, Kankuro is also a very private person.

That is, until one day, he decides to go run an errand. Idk what it could be. Maybe he's just quickly going grocery shopping or going to get some parts for his puppet's limbs, or Temari asked him to go get her something (Maybe she's on her period, so being the good brother he is, Kankuro goes buy her favorite candy). The core of the matter is he's in a hurry, so he goes out completely bare-faced and in a t-shirt. The moment he steps foot into the street, all eyes are on him. Initially, the people don't recognize him cause they're not used to their young prince going out like that. But oh boy, the moment they do.

They're whispering about him and how good-looking he is, girls immediately start drooling for him cause 'dayum, look at Lord Kankuro's biceps." Some girls are even reported fainting and suffering nosebleeds cause Kankuro smiled their way. Kankuro is, of course, unaware of all this. Simply cause he's not used to people reacting that way to him. These reactions are usually reserved only for Gaara. So, the whole time he's out, he's thinking like "damn, wonder what everyone is whispering about. It must be a really hot day for people to literally start fainting out of the blue."

Until he gets home, and he tells his siblings and their reactions are pure gold. Gaara just sighs cause yeah, he's kinda bad at understanding human relationships, but not even he is that dense. While Temari just rubs her temples and finally speaks up: "Kankuro, they were all taken aback by you and your appearance. They're not used to seeing you showing so much skin, so it vaporized their minds the moment you did." And he's like,"Yeah, no way. We know people simp for Gaara. But me? Never happened before." So she goes and simply holds up a mirror up to him so that he'll see himself like "Yeah, you were expecting to go out like that and get 0 reactions? Kankuro open your fucking eyes, the people love you just as much as they love Gaara." And at that sudden moment that realization dawns on him, he's just like 😮😯😧 cause it's the first time he's experienced something like that.

Needless to say that after that, Kankuro starts going out bare-faced a lot more often, paying more attention to the way people do indeed stare at him. I even like to hc that when she sees him, Matsuri's friend Sari (the girl with the long dark hair who's always hanging out with Matsuri) immediately becomes infatuated with Kankuro, jumping camps from the Gaara fangirls club to start her own club for Kank fangirls. That club would quickly gain lots of fans and members, especially from younger girls who not only find him attractive but would also like to become puppet users themselves, but were too scared and intimidated cause puppetry is a very male dominated field. The moment Kankuro finds out about them, he gives a public speech about puppetry being a field for everyone and that he's very happy to see so many girls interested in the field now, and that he was willing to start giving puppetry lessons if it made more people pick up puppets as a fighting style.

His popularity would skyrocket after that, to the point that Temari would kinda start complaining cause there's a ridiculous uptick in puppet users compared to tessen users or people in any other shinobi fields, and that could end up becoming a problem. To the point Kankuro has to once again go and give another speech encouraging young aspiring Suna kunoichi to pick up other fields than puppetry cause "holy shit guys, don't just do this for me or just to be closer to me. That ain't helping anyone."

I just think that'd be neat.

[rollinouttahere-writes]

I appreciate how you mentioned that lucky would give up on going back to their home world when they get their memories back because that would literally be me. (Also I feel that its unrealistic for people to want to go back to a boring world, but hey I practice escapism through stories so maybe I don't get it.)

Memories gone: I probably have a family and people who care about so I should go back. :(

Memories back: so... am I a permanent member because I would like to stay please.

Strawhats: :0 :D yay no more escape attempts!

I can't remember but did you say anything about how this sudden change may effect the mood of characters.

I'm glad you like that decision!

The general idea behind her not wanting to go back was to go against what pretty much every other isekai fic does, because like you said, it isn't particularly reflective of the people reading it. I mean really, what maniac is choosing taxes and a shitty desk job over fucking around in a magical anime world? Not me, and not most of the people that go out of their way to read reader insert fics lmao

Lucky's memories trickle back in pretty quick, so by the time they all get to the Grand Line, she remembers enough to know that she doesn't want to go back. Abruptly, she goes from trying to figure out where she came from and who she was, to never talking about it or bringing it up. If any of the Straw Hats do question her about her memories, she becomes shifty and shrugs off the inquiry by saying that she hasn't remembered anything new. Most of the crew interprets this as her quietly implying that she wants to stay with them, and they're content to leave it at that.

She doesn't outright state that she wants to stay until after her and Luffy have a heart-to-heart about the actual state of her memory and where she came from after the Enel fight. Luffy lowkey forgot that she was ever even trying to find a way home, so the new information doesn't really phase him that much. He already assumed she was here to stay. The other world stuff catches his attention a little bit, but he gets over it pretty quickly because it doesn't sound very fun if he's being honest. It's no wonder Lucky doesn't want to go back to that.

The only member who does have a distinct sense of relief over Lucky openly stating that she has no interest in going back is Nami. She was the only one that was really agonizing over the possibility of Lucky trying to leave. It's a weight off her shoulders, and it prompts her to make a "joke" that it's a good thing that Lucky wants to stay, otherwise Nami would have had to force her to pay off her tab first.

Everyone else was in the same train of thought as Luffy where they were already working under the assumption that Lucky had no intent on ever leaving. This revelation, however, was the first time that Chopper was introduced to any of this information, so he is wildly confused but simultaneously vindicated that he was right about Lucky smelling weird. He didn't think that it was because she was from another world, but at least he doesn't feel like he's imagining things anymore.

Also the Straw Hats literally never have to worry about escape attempts from Lucky. If she's missing, she was either kidnapped or fell victim to the usual Straw Hat hijinks lol

[heavenlymorals]

Why are you always trying to paint Arthur as a misogynist? When he clearly isn't??? I like your posts by why do you hyper fixate on stuff like that?

Hello anon and thanks for the ask.

Well, quite simply, I "paint" Arthur as someone who actively believes in and enforces gender roles because he does so in the game. It's a part of his writing and his character. The canon Arthur is NOTHING like how the fandom here on Tumblr portrays him as. That's also a reason why I started making these posts because I honestly hate when fanon becomes the accepted truth of characters and not the actual canon. It happens all the time.

I'm a very pragmatic person and this will show in my posts. I don't care about what characters COULD be and I focus more on what they ACTUALLY are. That's why my retrospective posts are usually looked at through a psychological, sociological, cultural, feminist, and/or literary point of view. I look at characters and learn things about them through their actions and words, as well as the time period that they are a part of. I do not care at all about making characters seem morally better, especially when it comes to historical attitudes because those historical attitudes aren't as historical as we make them out to be.

They still affect us every single day and only recently have we started pushing back- that's also not mentioning cultures where these attitudes are STILL encouraged, which then changes the way people think. Understanding historical attitudes allows us to understand not only our own cultures better, but people as well and why they do the things they do.

Now let's talk about Arthur. Arthur is a man born in 1863. Women couldn't even get a credit card by themselves without a man till 1974. To put it quite simply, he lived in a time era where women had almost 0 rights and those women who did succeed in life usually had some sort of male support. People supported this system, both male and female. Did you know that when the suffrage movement began, most American women didn't give a fuck because they believed that was men's duties, not their own? Point is is that even if Arthur is a lot more lenient regarding this stuff, he still actively believes in it because of how pungent it was in the society he lived in.

The first mission we have with the female gang members is heading to Valentine. The first thing he says to them is whether Miss Grimshaw could spare them from their domestic chores, already showing that in the gang, the girls' main duty is the domestic work and that Arthur supports this. Later in that mission, when he chases down Jimmy Brooks, he puts Uncle in charge of bringing them back home, even though he is an old ass man and they are three young, healthy, and capable women. In one mission, you got two examples of Arthur being an active encourager of gender roles.

And then there is Sadie- when she expresses her frustration over the work she has to do, he tries to shut her down. When she gets her pants, he mocks her: "You get a pair of pants and all of a sudden you think you're Landon Ricketts?" When she asks Dutch when she can go robbing with them, both him and Dutch laugh her off. When they bust John out of prison, he does it with her cuz literally no one else would help him and when they escape on the boat, he gets visibly annoyed that she doesn't take his hand. There are even more examples of things like this when he antagonizes her, but that's just the main game.

And there is the antagonizations of women performers. "Women shouldn't be doing this." "Go make someone some supper." "Go back to the kitchen." "This ain't ladylike." I'm sorry, but these need no explanations. His antagonize lines are just as canon as his greet lines and the fact that he says stuff like that shows that he believes in gender roles. It's an active part of his belief system.

There are so many more examples of this and the majority of them are subtle but I come from a culture that still treats its women like the 1800s treated theirs so when I ever pick up on these things, it's cuz I've lived it before.

And my final point- this is a historical game. Rockstar made sure to be as accurate as they can in regards to the time period- so characters not only react to historical attitudes but they are a part of it as well. Same goes for Arthur. He's a historical character with a historical background and historical attitudes- and that comes with the good, like chivalry, and the bad, sexism. You shouldn't play a game like RDR if you're expecting characters to feel modern in their thought processes.

Thank you and have a great day.

[thanatologie]

you know what tho. the choice between manfred and lichdom makes like...literally 0 sense. and i don't mean in a bad writing kind of way, i mean in a something's rotten in the state of nevarra kind of way.

think about it, right. manfred's air quotes just air quotes a spirit, right. they're slapping spirits into skeletons all the time, why would this be any different in the grand scheme of things. what does manfred being a specific wisp of curiosity have to to do with it. he's still just a wisp of curiosity, right?

and why the pressure to do it now or forever hold your peace? like, when you think about it: there emmrich is, emotionally compromised and vulnerable, grieving manfred already - it's his idea to go to the necropolis and ask about bringing him, specifically, back, he literally tells rook they have to go to the necropolis - he's already hurting about this because it was so sudden, and so unexpected, and so much in the same way his parents died, actually. you know, the thing he literally has never gotten over and he freely admits he hasn't.

why the pressure that it has to be now now now. why move fast enough he doesn't really have time to think about it, because it's a big fucking decision. it makes him go back on his word to rook, really, that he'd inform them before ever doing that. and yes, i know rook is right there, but it certainly doesn't allow - if it's a romanced emmrich - time for them to suss out how they want to handle it as a unit. it's after the decision's been made that they're able to actually have? that conversation? which is too late?

like not even looking at it as leaving the decision up to rook (which i view as less story-based and more game mechanics based, because we, the player, are ultimately going to have to make that choice - rook is just our stand-in for it and i take it as rook gives emmrich their opinion and less rook made this decision for him, the ultimate decision lore-wise lies with emmrich). it just makes no sense. he's put on the spot with his ultimate life's work dangled over his head as a trade off for his son, whom he came specifically to the necropolis to shove back in his body.

i mean these fuckers have literally forever to skeleton circle jerk about whatever it is they're skeleton circle jerking over - emmrich afterward if he joins them talks about how he hasn't really met all of them because apparently they take forever to do fucking anything - but this? in particular? has to be right now or never?

really?

really?

the fuck are they hiding.

[dddevilsadvocate]

1. and now I’m covered in you

Leviathan x gn!AFAB!reader

a/n: here it is folks! the first chapter of the longest fic I’ve ever written. literally. 12 pages and counting. after the overwhelmingly horny positive reception on this post, I decided to split what I currently have into instalments and release them periodically as I edit them. there is no schedule lol I have ADHD and am also very not good at this 🥲

THIS IS VERY NSFW MINORS GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE

CW: self-indulgent smut (unprotected vaginal sex, dry humping, fingering), loss of virginity

midnight had struck well over 2 hours ago. RAD’s 8am start crept closer and closer, like a cat upon a mouse. like a threat. and though you were in bed, covered in blankets and surrounded by pillows, basking in the warmth of the body pressed against you, sleep could not reach you. there was no room for it.

the third eldest’s allocated “you” time - an entire 24 hours with you all to himself! - had started right as the new day did. at 0:03, you’d snuck into his room, where he’d been waiting like a lovesick puppy to show you what he’d done. he’d chosen a great movie for you two to watch; some niche title from his surprisingly robust comedic horror collection, apparently a Devildom cult classic. he’d even gone through all the trouble to have it projected onto his ceiling so you could easily see it from the comfort of his bed - which he’d rearranged into the perfect cuddle nook. snacks he’d fought to keep safe from Beel were laid out like a buffet. the lights of his tank were set to your favourite colour, casting a hazy glow over the space. 

everything had started innocently enough. you’d pressed your lips to his cheek, complimenting his efforts. he’d rushed to start the movie and practically dove into his tub, finally able to wrap his arms around you and rest his head atop yours. his chest rose and fell against you as he laughed at every slapstick gag, mandarin eyes sparkling when he realised you were laughing too. you don’t quite remember how he’d ended up under you, with his hands on your waist and your tongue between his lips, but you weren’t going to complain.

Levi had always been cautious of intimacy. he rarely went further than where he was with you right now, and even such familiar territory made him nervous. you feel the heat of the blush on his face as if you’re leaning over a fire. your kisses are sloppy, and his are desperate. his hands don’t dare stray from their places above your hips, but the lust he’s holding them back from sparks from his fingertips. he wants to let them roam. he wants to let then roam more than anyth-

CCCRRRAAASSSHHH

a sudden, violent rise in the movie’s volume comes like a bomb over your senses. you push yourself up from the demon, a scream tearing from your throat. Levi is just as startled; his eyes are wider than you’ve ever seen them as they study the room for the threat.

“AAAH WHAT THE HELL WAS TH- oh. th-the movie.” groaning, his head falls back against the pillow. “I completely forgot about that part… and that it was still playing…”

though your heart continues to pound against your sternum, you giggle. “my god.” running your fingers through his fringe brings his attention back to you. “we should probably turn that off and get some sleep now.”

you reach for the projector’s remote and click it off. but as you go to slide off the demon, his fingers suddenly dig into you. your shirt separates his skin from yours, but you swear you can feel the ridges of his fingerprints. his grip is somehow full of panic, like he’s worried you’ll float away. “w-wait! wait. can… c-can we keep going?”

you smile. you can survive tomorrow’s classes with no sleep if it comes to that. and if you’re honest with yourself, sleeping wouldn’t be nearly as fun as continuing. “of course we-”

“can we go further? maybe?” despite threatening to, Levi’s voice does not waver. his eyes - golden and indigo like the most vibrant of sunsets - dart between yours from beneath furrowed brows. 

the shock of the question does not strike you as hard as his confidence does. your relationship with Levi had never been consummated in the traditional sense, but he wasn’t a stranger to the concept. the rock of your hips always left him a babbling mess. your hands brought him such pleasure he only lasted a minute the first time. and your mouth? god, it was like he was addicted. you’d never heard him - or anyone, for that matter - make such noise while actively trying not to. and yet, as much as he enjoyed the acts as they were happening, asking for them activated his fight or flight. red-cheeked and stuttering, until you saved him with your overwhelming perfection.

you figured he’d get to this question at some point, but you never thought he’d ask it in one smooth go.

“you… want to go further?” you arch an eyebrow. “how much further?”

Levi’s gaze darts to the door. you made sure to lock it behind you at his request, but now he seems worried a brotherly ear or two might be pressed against the other side. he stares for a moment before glancing back at you, unable to meet your eyes this time. he studies your lips, your chest, your shoulders, before his voice drops to a whisper: “a-all the way?”

you open your mouth to respond, but the response doesn’t come. nothing you think of seems appropriate in reply. if you say yes, you’d be the first being to have ever done so. Levi had never even asked anyone before - a confession Asmo had once drunkenly given on the otaku’s behalf. the amount of courage it must have taken to verbalise the question, to venture so far from his comfort zone… your heart swells. the poor demon must be scared shitless.

you don’t even entertain the idea of refusal. of all the centuries he’s had to ask this question, he’s asked you. he wants you.

finally, you cup his cheek in your hand. “I’d love to.” his eyes return to yours, staring wide and glossy over crimson cheeks.

“r-r-really?!” his voice squeaks. his expression is pure disbelief, like he was expecting you to echo his signature ‘disgusting reclusive weirdo’ tirade and flee back to your own room. when you smile again, leaning forwards so your forehead is pressed against his, he inhales sharply and tightens his grip on your waist.

“I’d be honoured, Levi.” your lips brush over his brow, his cheek, his nose. “I’ll take good care of you. I promise. just let me know if you want me to stop at any point, okay?”

(read the next part here)

[qoldenskies]

Oooo kickback is so interesting!! Im so curious about Splinter especially :0 why was he kicked out of his family, and why did you choose to give him dercums out of everything?

dercum's disease is what my mom has,,, its incredibly rare and has NO treatment, some painkillers dont even work. it causes really sudden weight gain and excruciating chronic pain; i really think it like. unfortunately made sense for splinter's brand of issues, its something i have experience with via a family member and its a pretty good equivalent to the mutation.

and i also think it sets up the premise well, it got worse around the time when they were luckily old enough to work but he's ALREADY been saddled with chronic pain before this point + the usual depression and trauma is staying, which explains the kind of similar family dynamic to canon. realistically now in order to leave the house his best bet would be a mobility device like a wheelchair, but for one i dont think he would considered himself "disabled enough" to need it because he can still walk, which is a terrible perspective to have but they're all a little fucked up like that. the internalized ableism demon has a hold of everyone in this fuckass family

^^^ and also he does not have the money for it, and would be unable to find a proper diagnosis; from what i've seen, there is ONE specialist in the US for dercum's disease, and that would just be to get a diagnosis, there is NO TREATMENT. and said specialist lives in arizona.

as for his family, piebald's the cousin i mentioned because i wanted to include her, she's quite a bit older (probably in her late 20s now) and babysat them before splinter moved across the country, so she's surprisingly present in their lives. lmao mostly through like, facebook correspondence and shit but she'll be relevant! with the rest of 'em i think it was mostly just caused by him not getting along with his guardian kind of like in canon, it was a mix of slacking off (maybe he dropped out? itd be interesting if he projected both that pain onto leo who's following in his steps, and donnie who he can live vicariously through because he regrets not going to college, even if he doesn't want to hurt either of them) + he was queer in the 80s, which is an explanation of its own. it just makes sense to make him really engrossed in queer culture .... something about him ..... he's a little outdated though (said with love)

with a really rare disease, no family to financially depend on, one of kids dropping out of school because of untreated issues he KNEW ABOUT but couldn't do anything about, one being uninterested in college, and the other one skipping it completely to focus on really basic work just to keep them alive, its. tough. it just unfortunately makes sense that a lot of this would go on donnie's shoulders; and while splinter is trying, so so so hard, there's a small part of him that's urging him a little too hard to stay on track about the future.

I MADE THIS AU LITERALLY YESTERDAY I DONT KNOW WHAT HAPPENED EITHER

[out-of-luck-and-minorly-stuck]

Secrecy || Wandanat

(Alternate Universe)

Natasha has always been obedient. Does literally everything that the Red Room has tasked her to do, which was mainly to assassinate people.

It wasn’t like she was given much of a choice anyway, she just does it.

Her goal was to seek information then kill mercilessly. She was so used to it that she doesn't really feel guilt anymore. All that's on her mind is to kill. Because that was her place in this world, to kill.

Wanda, on the other hand, was on the opposite side of Natasha's. Though, they haven't seen each other but they are fully aware of each other's reputations.

Nat, being the most dangerous assassin that she is, and Wanda, being one of the earth's defenders, an Avenger.

Wanda was bored... and hungry, but mainly bored one night. Her face scrunched, not wanting to get up. It was also like quarter till midnight so she really should be asleep by now, but she's not. And she can’t just go outside her room and get snacks, people would think she was like sleep walking… again.

It's okay, happens to most of us.

As she rolled over to another position, finding a spot on her bed, she felt a sudden vibrate from her phone which said, received a message from "Tasha".

U awake? :/

Yeah, why r u still up

Well, I can't sleep. Something's been eating me alive lately, I need to tell u something.

U can tell me anything now, u know

Yeah, but I feel like it's more appropriate to tell you this in person.

Oh alright, meet me at our spot? :0

Sure. Thanks, Maxi :) stay safe, love

She immediately got up from her bed, grabbed her red jacket, tied up her shoes, and quietly attempted to sneak out of the Avengers Compound.

The things that she does for the girl… damn.

She is literally sneaking out for the night, couldn’t get anymore exciting than that.

Walking past the kitchen, tiptoeing only to hear a sudden cough from someone behind her.

Fuck, I'm screwed... She thought, as she slowly turned her head only to find Pietro, who crossed his arms, looking at Wanda suspiciously.

"What are you doing? Also, why are you sneaking away in the middle of the night? Oh- Are you meeting your girlfriend somewhere?" Pietro asked a million questions at a wide-eyed (also so close to having a heart attack) Wanda. Noticing the other girl’s expression, Pietro smiled smugly at the other girl, who shook her head at her twin. He knows she's queer and supports her. But your lovely girl, Wanda here, is still closeted.

"Shut up, she's not my girlfriend" Wanda chuckled at her brother's comment.

Then quickly added "Please don't tell anyone, I'll be quick" Wanda pleaded, as the guilt was slowly washing on her. They can never know that she's meeting up with the one and only, Black Widow.

"Okay, but promise me you'll be quick?"

"Of course"

-

Wanda walked into the familiar path of her and Nat's secret place was. As the fresh zephyr flows through her, she smiled, looking at the moonlight above her.

She silently walked as she arrived at her destination, a small park around the city's uncrowded areas.

Looking around slowly, she spots Nat sitting on a bench, waiting patiently.

She instantly smiled at the scene, Nat looked cute, although the other girl would not hesitate to argue with her when she says it out loud.

She walked up to the girl, sitting down with her while mumbling out, "Hey".

"Hey, Um- I have something to tell you, little red" Nat whispered out loud enough for Wanda to hear.

"Yeah?"

"Um, I don't know how to say this but-"

"Take your time, love"

"I was originally tasked to kill you..." Nat looked down, whispering. She couldn't look at Wanda's face after saying that.

"Why didn't you?" Wanda whispered back, softly.

"Because... I can't- I couldn't- I- I couldn't imagine killing someone I'm in love with"

[deadweight-at7am]

0/10 Would Not Do Again

Today has been an unmitigated disaster.

I wanted to take a walk today and get the kids out of the house. It's been nice and the temp is high 70's but low humidity. I thought their dad was going to take them fishing but by the time they were ready to go he did not answer his phone. So, I took them out. The park we tried to go to first was completely at capacity. Then we went to another park and took a walk around outside, there are paths through the woods and some paved paths. We took a little detour through the woods and came across what looked like an abandoned "camp" site and while we're standing there I get this sudden sharp pain in my groin. I look down and it's a fucking yellow jacket stinging me. I swat it away and yell "OH SHIT". I'm standing still and then the spot starts to really hurt badly. I'm starting to panic and I drop my tumblr full of water and start screaming "HORNETS! THEY'RE STINGING ME!" All I could feel were stings on my legs. My older son says "RUN!" and I start running but I can't get very far because I can feel one on the back of my right calf. I try to shake it off and I'm screaming. It's not coming off and the best thing I can do is grab a stick and smacked it really hard. All the while I'm in a literal panic because I can just HEAR them now. Daniel keeps yelling at me "RUN! RUN!" I finally think I got the one on my leg off and I'm SPRINTING through the woods shrieking like a literal banshee. I start having a full on panic attack and hyperventilating. I got to the top of the hill we were on and I realize they stung me MULTIPLE times. Daniel and Vincent were fine, thank God. I couldn't take my pants down but I could feel one stung me right near my panty line (fucking great) and Daniel confirmed I had 3-4 stings on the back of my calf all close to each other. I'm crying and hyperventilating and start asking them to make sure there aren't any following me. Fortunately for me my hair was up in a bun and not down or else it could have flown into my hair and gotten caught. I left my cup in the woods and Daniel insists on going to get it. He retrieves it and takes a video of the swarm (there's hundreds of them now). We don't know where they came from but clearly we disturbed their nest. It was a nest of Eastern Yellow Jackets. The stings hurt so bad.

I limped back to my car and going home was excruciating. I've been stung before but not like this. I'm trying to be calm and take it slow but all I want to do is peel my pants off. I get to the back alley of my townhouse and some DUMB FUCK is parked in the alley blocking my way so I can't get to my drive way. He's cutting the grass on someone's back yard so I roll down my window and yell "YOU NEED TO MOVE, NOW!" They move the truck and I get to my driveway and bolt inside and just tear off my pants. As soon as I see the sting on my groin I realized why it hurt so bad. The sting is welted and red but the center of it is like 2 CM of red. Not a tiny little pin prick, the thing got me GOOD. I think I was stung like 2-3 times in total in that one spot. Yellow jackets can keep stinging you.

My calf and my thigh still hurt. My calf actually hurts the most but both are still stinging/burning, the muscle itself hurts. It's been about 3-4 hours. I will not be walking in the wood again any time soon, in fact right now? Fuck the woods. That's how I feel. Yellow jackets are bitches from hell.

[anonymous-dentist]

Hi anon, sorry to bring the sbi family fanfic discussion again and for the long post , (your posts ware what made realize why i hated this thing so much)

I don’t know if is the same type of fans but i noticed that some ficwritters that are really foucused on philza and wilbur (and sbi family i think?) Are kinda trying to add cellbit to this situation? Like i read some philza focused fanfic where he interacts with cellbit and the ficwritters act like cellbit is his kid? Its weird idk how to explain very well (this is also the same people that kinda write cellbit as a native english speaker (american and european) and not a brazilian (its something that is too hard to explain right now)

And its kinda stressing me out because cellbit is written in such a weid way and its infesting the spiderbit tag lol and i dont understand what is going on half of the time since idk what the hell sbi even is (brazilian with 0 understanding about english speaking mcty)

Sorry for the long post

Oh yeah no I don’t really get it but like. I also do! Because q!Phil has become one of only a literal handful of people on the island to actually properly trust q!Cellbit and so they’re like. Friends. But obviously you can never just be friends with someone not your age and so. Fandom assigned family dynamic. It’s super weird and lowkey like. Idk it’s just weird lol.

A discussion surely must follow!

First, a brief rundown of SBI:

SBI is Sleepy Boys Inc., a group made of up streamers Philza, Wilbur Soot, Tommyinnit, and Technoblade. (Originally it was just Phil, Wilbur, and Techno, but Tommy wiggled his way in somehow.) They’re Best Friends, but somewhere along the way their fandoms said. Fuck it. Family dynamic… mostly because the ccs lowkey thought it was funny and ran with it. Wilbur alone would rather die than not have Philza Minecraft be his father

This dynamic spread to their characters on the dsmp despite them literally not once ever referring to each other all as family; iirc Techno himself said he at least wasn’t part of the family because that dynamic would be fucked up after all the shit his character did to both c!Wilbur and c!Tommy. But c!Phil was c!Wilbur’s father even though he did fully murder his ass, and Wilbur and Tommy were brothers because they’re Wilbur and Tommy and you’d have to kill them to stop them from being brothers. Tommy was never established to be c!Phil’s son, and Phil never seemed to consider him one

But then the dsmp started dying around summer 2021 and everyone was kinda just left with fanon, and SBI fanon can get weird. I’m talking borderline fetishistic nuclear family stuff, especially when you get into ‘Dark SBI’ content with Phil kidnapping Tommy or whatever and forcibly making them family? It gets weird, take a look through the tag sometime

The thing with a lot of these fics is that like. It’s gotten to a point where it’s a fandomized version of both cc! and c!SBI with some really freaky characterizations and some really diehard fans. I’ve talked about that before, so I won’t do it again.

The weirdest thing I’ve noticed about these fics, though- and this goes back to what we were talking about with Cellbit inexplicably being added to the mix all of a sudden- is that everybody has to be a family.

You’ll be hard pressed to find a SBI fic where the characters have friends. Even Tubbo and Ranboo, usually delegated to a ‘Tommy’s friend!’ role despite them not interacting much like as a group ever are treated either as extensions of Tommy himself or as his found family ‘brothers’ who Phil also inevitably helps take care of rather than as friends, and they act that way. Niki isn’t usually ever written in as Wilbur’s friend, she’s Benchtrio’s sister/mother-figure, or she’s described as Wilbur’s found family sister. Jack Manifold? Lumped in with Niki with Benchtrio as their older brother/father-figure. Quackity? Either Wilbur’s boyfriend, thus a member of the family, or Tommy’s older brother/father-figure.

Even characters who never really interacted with SBI as a “family” on the dsmp get this treatment: you’ll read an SBI fic with c!Purpled in it and he’ll be Tommy’s brother figure. c!Sam is Tommy’s father figure. Schlatt is Tommy’s uncle or Wilbur’s brother. Puffy is an aunt. Sapnap and Dream? Tommy’s brother or father figures. Even Hannah is being written as Tommy’s cool older sister figure these days despite only really interacting with him once on the smp

And you can see this kind of behavior continuing now in the qsmp fandom… if the new ccs/characters in question aren’t “problematic”. Chayanne can’t see Techno as a personal hero, he has to see him as an older brother or an uncle. Tubbo is Phil and Fit’s son and Tommy’s brother. Niki is Tallulah’s mom. Quackity is Wilbur’s boyfriend.

What you’ll actually be hard pressed to see is this kind of dynamic with Phil and other, “problematic” ccs, aka ccs who aren’t like. English ccs.

Because you won’t find q!Forever included in the family dynamics despite him basically being q!Phil’s best friend and closest confidant. It took longer for q!Missa to be added to Phil’s wiki page than it did for Techno to despite them literally being explicit canon husbands, and you’ll be lucky if Missa is even mentioned in a “qsmp” SBI fic. Etoiles? Not even mentioned despite him and Phil more or less actually leaning into the family dynamic with the “brothers” thing. Even Tallulah and Chayanne are left out or mischaracterized in “qsmp” SBI fics, giving Tommy the spotlight.

You won’t find nearly anybody who isn’t an English cc in these fics, and this is NOT accusing anyone of xenophobia. It’s most likely just because the SBI people are used to watching only Phil or only Wilbur and they don’t speak enough of the other languages to really care about the non-English ccs and thus disregard their characters and lore. It’s not just SBI people who do this, it’s plenty of people speaking every language on the server not watching anyone whose languages they don’t speak. Yk?

But that brings us to q!Cellbit, and I’m surprised the SBI guys have latched onto him the way they did considering he’s everything they seem to dislike: his first language isn’t English, he doesn’t talk with Phil a lot, he and Tallulah get along really well, he makes fun of Wilbur being gone. And, honestly? The SBI guys did hate him for a long time because of those things, they constantly undermined his efforts and said Phil would be a better Order leader and said that he should never speak to Tallulah again because he was making her sad and he’s friends with their least favorite person ever, Forever.

But then q!Phil said he trusted Cellbit, and it’s like a switch was flipped. Starting around the Pills Arc when they first teamed up, SBI people were suddenly on board with Cellbit despite being part of the haters literally days before. Why? Well. Phil and Cellbit are friends now, and so now he gets the privilege of being in the fics.

The problem with this is that these people have never watched Cellbit. They’ve seen ten minutes of him total from Phil’s pov, and that’s all they’re going to use to write his character. So of course there will be mischaracterization.

And, of course, they’ll be family. Because, as I said, there’s this weird allergy to the concept of friendship in SBI fics. You’re family or you’re an enemy.

Constant fanon mischaracterization of Phil has basically turned him into a universal father figure even if he doesn’t have that dynamic with the characters he’s like the “father” of. q!Cellbit’s only familial figure outside of his actual canon family is generally seen as q!Bad, who even referred to him as family last night on stream. But, because Phil and Cellbit are friends now and Cellbit is younger than Phil is, they have to have a father-son dynamic, because that’s what Phil’s only character trait is in the SBI fics he’s in. He’s the dad whether it makes sense or not.

If that makes sense.

[teriwrites]

Below: 'The Fun House'

My Live Reactions to Reading Through My 2011 Novel, pt. 7

Dude I KNEW there was a legit fun house!

Oooo first time we're getting Raevin's POV with the whole gang, instead of just centering around Kristen

'Nick could probably had teleported them all there, but she figured they couldn't get lazy with all of this.' is lazy in the room with us?? girl y'all are on the run from multiple groups, maybe cut corners

Kristen and Ben are suddenly chums. Interesting.

Raevin once walked a near-marathon in 2 hours. Sure, why not

And then did it again in the span of time between sunset and nightfall. Uh-huh.

"The circus is in town..." Raevin commented, looking at the tall elephant standing in the middle of the street. "It's either that or my family has come to visit." (a reference to her animal transformation powers, not comparing her deceased relatives to elephants, but also!! who tf is leaving their elephants in the STREET)

The hitmen Mr. J hired to hunt down Lea all look like Smelly Gabe from Percy Jackson

But seriously what kind of hitman wears a wife beater?

Something about this feels very Scooby Doo

"We should really try to avoid these guys," Kristen whispered.' who, the hitmen? The guys tasked with hunting you down? Those guys? You should avoid those guys?

Oooooh shit we're getting Everybody's perspectives for this scene!!

Raevin: fighting off Trinity, in gorilla form (a classic)

Kristen: waging psychological warfare by giving her hitman tormenting visions of his parents

Ben: literally nobody followed him lmao he had to turn around to go back to help fight people off

Nick: sudden reveal of his Actual second power (teleportation only counts as one ig), creating mini tornadoes

Lea: STOPPED TIME??

'Suddenly, everything stopped moving. Lea blinked. She rushed over to Kristen and pulled her out of the way. Mr. J didn't move. Lea ran right in front of Mr. J and did a little dance. Mr. J didn't move. Lea stuck her tongue out and danced over to where Kristen was.' icon

Oh literally Everyone is getting a POV snippet, coolcoolcool

Trinity: appeals to Raevin's conscience to not murder her bc "You're too good for murdering and you know it." (chat, Raevin has, in fact, murdered before)

All of this is going down in a haunted house/fun house combo, including scare actors who have no idea what's going on

"Move!" Mr. J commanded a fake clown. He slammed past it and ran down another hallway.' ha, It reference

'The top floor was no fun house; it was more supplies for the fun house.' fun fact, this was the sort of imagery that inspired the lil book cover I drafted up in Below's wip intro. Just kinda a gross attic

Literal skeleton in closet

'The floor creaked behind him, and he jerked around to see a man, pale and withering away, staring at him. "Wither and die!" the man cried out. "Wither and die!" (what in the actual fuck is going on, there is 0 context for this)

Wow we're even heading back to Nicole

Her body somehow got summoned away from the prison compound and brought to wherever she is rn - some old mansion

WHAT.

For this ceremony she has to do in order to gain full access to her weird demonic powers thing, she has to cremate her physical body????

Can someone please explain my own WIP to me?

Okay she's been entirely on board so far, and it's only once this 'voice' says that most people who try to go through with it shrivel their souls into essentially husks, and NOW she's like 'ooo pal, can I not?'

Back to the fight, and Trinity really just single-handedly took on a Gorilla and managed to survive so yk, good for her

Raevin questioning her loyalty at the last second when seeing her evil old boss faced off with a walking-corpse-guy

It's raining. Of course.

They're all on the roof. Of course.

Mr. J just jumped off a roof and fell six stories. And is totally fine. Of course.

'Instead of stepping back and trying to avoid the energy, the man opened his jaw wider than any live person could do and swallowed it whole. Okay, that was weird, Raevin thought.' NO KIDDING

Where tf did this dead guy come from??? Why was he just hanging out in an attic??? Was he aiming for Mr. J and changed his mind and targeted the kids bc Mr. J was too far away, or is he just going after anybody in his vicinity???

Okay I just read back, I think this was the skeleton in the closet??? Like maybe it was cursed for whoever opened that door?? That answers 0 questions thx

Oh, cool! Mr. J's second power is an inability to die!! Awesome!!!

'I almost felt sorry for her, emphasize on almost.' ignoring the grammar here, Kristen really can't stop her sass huh?

Bill's total powers over the course of this story: ice, stealth, making 'barriers' (force-field-like boundary), perfect mimicry of voices he's never even heard before

THEY LITERALLY JUST LEAVE THE ZOMBIE GUY UP ON THE ROOF

Lea froze him in time and they just went 'not our problem anymore' lmaoooo

'It made me go into hysterics thinking about how much we had learned today.' that makes one of us, Kristen, I'm still reeling

'We ended up sleeping in an alleyway. Lucky for us some rich person threw away their comforters and sheets.' DON'T SLEEP ON THOSE

Yk, maybe it's a good thing I gave up on writing romance post-2011 bc hoo boy... it's rough

Anyways Ben's confessing his feelings for Kristen, and I'm really failing to remember how in the hell this becomes a love triangle with Raevin later on

Like even Raevin is genuinely teasing them about it, no 'what if's in sight

Pretty sure they just teleported to the town they were previously in bc they're talking about going back to the same cafe the next morning

Kristen gets access to the internet, immediately first and foremost checks her email, and she only had 300 new emails in the past TWO YEARS she's been in prison. What a dream

The solution to trying to hide your identities and superpowers is clearly to use said superpowers in clear view of absolutely everybody!

"Let's break," I whispered to Lea, who nodded. She put her hands up and stopped time for everyone but us, and we calmly walked out the door. Then, she raised her hands again and everything was normal. I had to run back in quickly to turn off my email, and several people gave me startled looks.' girl you gotta sign out omg

'I hated seeing people cry, it always made me so angry.' Yeah, Kristen, everything makes you angry

Lea managed to break her foot, maybe. Great! I'm sure that'll go swimmingly out here in the middle of Alabama with no access to a doctor!

Time jump as Lea heals naturally bc of course they don't need a doctor!! Just time and some rest

Meanwhile, in the hospital: Mr. J with a broken arm! As he deserves

Bill with a broken arm, cracked skull, and black eye! As he deserves a little less, but still deserves

'It confused him how an almost if not already dead guy knew so much about him and his curse. It wasn't his fault that he had stumbled upon that tomb was it? Anyone could have.' who is this guy, Indiana Jones??? why does Mr. J have a curse on him???

So the reason Mr. J stops immediately hunting the teens is because he's told by his doctor that he's not allowed to physically fistfight teenagers for 6 months

Nicole is no longer down with the sickness (this ritualistic cremation situation)

'Now that she was free from the grip, she knew that what was about to happen was b-a-d bad.' oh to inhabit the headspace that wrote those words for one more day

genuinely how in the World is this storyline going to find a common thread with the rest of it

Nicole's fix to preventing her body from being destroyed was to re-inhabit it... bc this demonic voice thing is so desperate for servants that apparently it won't destroy the body with the soul inside??

For tricking this thing, her curse is now that if she gets close to anybody, she will 'feel inclined to kill, hurt, and murder them slowly.' Cute!

Real quick ending! Lea has healed, they're facing the sunset, and preparing to head out

"We've faced a lot," Ben told me, turning around to face me. I nodded; escaping a prison, getting into several fights, running from the law. It was a lot to take in. "Let's just head to Auburn tomorrow." "Auburn it is," I nodded and fist-bumped with everyone. We were ready.

Ending Thoughts

That was A Lot to unpack lol I'll throw together more coherent thoughts about the whole novel later, but right now, my head is still spinning from trying to piece together what I just read. But hey! A somewhat-coherent ending! A trajectory for a sequel! My first ever finished novel draft! What a ride. I was so excited to get to this silly little funhouse confrontation, and it delivered. I kinda wish I'd included things like fighting over moving floors and weird perception-twisting rooms and things like that, but yk, I got my hall of mirrors, so I'm satisfied. Also I think whatever Nicole's got going on really deserved its own separate WIP because I'm truly failing to grasp what's happening there in relation to superpowered teens running across Alabama, but hey! Everyone loves a little sideplot, right? Anyways, that was a lot of fun! And now I'm going to go look at literally anything else and thaw out my brain a little lol

[mx-pokirby]

Okay pls listen

I keep thinking about this, and I don't have a Monolith Soft/Platinum/Atlus-size team nor budget, so making my own dream game will have to wait, and a Tumblr post will have to suffice

Breaking the 4th wall is nothing new.

Theater shows where performers speak directly to the audience. Films that emphasis the viewers' roles as voyeurs to elevate the art. Games that dissect the nature of protagonism, using the medium to create ludonarrative harmony.

All good and deserving even more be made.

Yet in that final case, I feel there's often a disconnect in assuming the level of responsibility the game expects of you in "controlling someone against their will".

The protagonist will clearly be upset at you like "How dare you be here, controlling me? This is all your fault. Fuck you." and you kinda just gotta sit there like "Damn, sorry I guess but I didn't make any of this happen, buddy. I just held W and tried my best to help. If I left then literally everything would remain still. None of this is on me."

Cuz your expected to at least suspend your disbelief hard enough to forget that the game has a Creator(s) in the first place.

It's like a long-running mystery where you're supposed to just pretend there's no Supreme Mastermind. Everything just happens to be "like this" and you + your character just both gotta cope.

What I, as a creator, want to see is more works that actually call attention to that. About dissecting the concept of the Artist's role from within the Art itself.

There's so much potential in flipping the interrogation light inwards, to ask what forces motivated the Artist to create their world the specific way they ultimately chose, and have that be a key element in what the narrative is about.

Tangent time.

In my teens, I had an RPG Maker phase. I never made enough progress to release anything, but I was familiar enough with the program. Something about the process of making a game in RPG Maker is how easily I slipped into having fun just making up Skills and Items and whatnot. Just toss in some numbers, select an Effect, and write an endearing yet informative description.

In universe, characters may have to go through life-changing struggles to earn these dangerous powers which could upend their very worlds.

Yet you, the creator, are also able to create both their challenges & rewards with the ease of a keystroke. And any limitations thereof are purely choice, because Game Balance and Plot Structure is an expectation, but importantly not a hard rule.

Your paying audience may care about sudden nonsensical bullshit, but the characters within the narrative would certainly not care about any of the above as long as they can return to living peacefully ASAP. Conflict.

Allow me to give an example that's been occupying my brainspace as of late.

Skill Target: Self Type: Heal Effect (1): Heal HP - 100% Effect (2): Remove - All Debuffs Effect (3): Apply - Omni Buff Effect (4): Gain Status - Invincible Skill Learned At: Level 1 Skill Cost: 0 MP Skill Name: Lift Finger Description: Even if you can no longer stand, as long as the fire inside is still burning, you can find the strength to keep going and face any odds

In a story self-aware of its own mechanics, anyone can effectively obtain Godhood for nothing, and characters would have to grapple with that.

Especially in a work that gives similar/the same (even if stripped down) tools or creation / customization to the player that the creator(s) made the game with. Your Mario Makers, Little Big Planets, Mugen, Cladun, Magical High School Girl (ok maybe not technically but it still deserves a shoutout), anything that runs on Source.

I think a game that wants to tell a story deconstructing / dissecting the act of creation, while using its medium to the best of its ability, would need to require player creation be a core gameplay element.

Partly because, when you're given the freedom to implement overpowered Free Win Button nonsense like the example above, what's stopping you from pushing everything to the extreme?

Only arbitrary, socially/self-enforced rules, and the blurry bounds of what's actually possible. The same limitations as the Creator.

And if the power to Create is given not only to the player, but narratively something anyone can do, then all it takes is one person who values their own self-interest above the arbitrary rules for the rules to truly stop mattering, and everything gets out of hand. A mad-dash. Where the only reason to Create is to be as Extreme as possible. To make only The Most. So you're the best, and nothing can be better than you, nothing can knock you down.

There will still be those attempting to play by the rules, but they're a small few surviving against the odds. That drive to carve a meta out of a system never intended to have one. Assigning order to the chaos.

Only by looking back at the base fundamentals which everyone has elected to ignore can you really put everything into perspective.

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You see the points I'm making here, right? The reflections?

There's so many angles to take this initial concept from that I'm just enamored by. And while I'm not even certain I've done an acceptable job at trying to explain / justify this potential that I've been obsessing over, (this post (and my brain) has been cooking for two days and I'm tired), I hope I've at least scratched the surface for others to be inspired by too.

And on that note, I leave with one final piece of wisdom.

There is significantly high untapped artistic potential in the concept of the Self-Insert.

Fuck we gotta rewatch Re:CREATORS