#i just want to go to sleep already uuuuh

[witchwhaat]

cały ten tydzień to będzie jedna wielka improwizacja, mówię wam

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

experienced my first Major Nose Bleed last night, ik you are a frequent experiencer of this so any advice or tips?

Matt why did you ask this via Tumblr you have my human phone number

anyway listen there's not much I can say here uuuuh don't tip your head back unless you want to eat your own nose blood (you don't!!!). if it's possible just roll a strip of tissue or toilet paper up into a plug and wedge it in there like a tampon so you can keep going about your business. you may want to dab a little lotion on your sniffer when you're done bleeding because that shit can get rubbed raw while you're trying to staunch the blood. if this becomes a habit and you don't already sleep by a humidifier you might want to start doing that. save some of the drippings for really avant garde art projects.

[dairy-farmer]

>:Dc

You know~ I was a pondering~ the FASCINATING plot potential of Pink Kryptonite on an ALREADY Hella Bi Kon? When I realized! Why not make it SPICIER~♡?

Because I DO so enjoy? That "thrill and danger of sleeping with a living God. A man who's very body is so strong it not only can crush you, but they have to ACTIVELY try NOT too. Who you touch and it feels like touching living marble." Vibe~! On TOP of Alien Sex and good ol Wholesome Kent Boys!

Because yes PLURAL!

What IF? Suspect research facility? What they up too *suspicious squint*? Why your building lead lined? Gasp! Kryptonite research! Luthor! Fuck, not AGAIN! They are trying to make artificial Kryptonite, because (for obvious reasons) the Justice League keeps finding and DESTROYING any natural supplies.

Infiltration Time.

Superboy(Jon) is NOT allowed to come. But Kon can. In fact, he insists. And? It would be good bonding? Clark is trying to be better. Is still awkward around him. But there is improvement!

Kon, of course, brings Tim. For hacking and mostly emotional support. Also Kryptonite containment if they find any. Batman is somewhere in Prague. Let's go team!

Honestly? It was a terrible fucking idea. Clark should have asked someone NOT deathly allergic to this specific rock to do it. Tim carrys the mission HARD. They destroy stones. Destroy chemical supplies. Research gets copied and obliterated. They barely manage to avoid a few "evil superman" scenarios. Stressful all around.

0 out of 10 stars in Tim's book.

But there is one building left. Well separated from the others due to a heavily redacted "incident" Tim doesn't have the time to decrypt. One left right? And at least they KNOW it's not Red in there. Let's go.

And, see, neither Kon nor Tim have ever SEEN Pink Kryptonite before. Only Clark has. The NATURAL crystals? Made him a rather flaming Queen for a while. He hit on Jimmy. And? The solid, dull, magenta BLOCK of rock in the lab they find? Deeply artificial. Clearly meant to try and REPLICATE Pink Kryptonite.

Hits Clark like a magically backed punch to the lower gut. He can see Kon stumble out of the corner of his eye. Everything feels... warm and pleasant against his skin. Tingly. Oh... oh no.

Kon's hair suddenly looks so nice. Soft and fluffy. Clark's eyes are being dragged over his figure almost against his will. No.. NO! That is his... his SON. Cousin? Clone! Blood! S-stop that! He wrenches his gaze away and... oh.

Oh, Tim grew up WELL, didn't he?

He's leaning over to examine the block. Unaware of two sets of eyes locked like hunters onto him. Effects like Pollen, that he can not feel. It.. IS weird that Kon has stopped chatting though. He was making fun of the lab, wasn't he? Hey, Superboy, what's uuu-? Uuuuh you guys... good?

Tim contains the rock. Quickly. No dice. Apparently the exposure was enough. Will need to wear off. He inches around the two fixated Kryptonians to a computer console. What the HELL is going on? He finds out. Compares it to Bat computer notes. Mixed compound? Likely lack of impulse control...

Well... Shit.

Okay. Okay, don't panic. Just call Lois for Clar-! Tim is airborne. Heeeeey, Supes! Wanna put me down? Gonna just call your wife real qui-. Nah. Clark wants you. He hugs Tim like a teddy bear from behind, carefully of course. Steel bands would be easier too escape. Clark rubs his cheek against Tim's hair and neck. Soft~

Kon? Well HE always really, REALLY wanted to eat Rob out. The guy's super squirrelly. He legit thinks a few dozen orgasms might fix like... SO much about his life. Or at least would help with the constant STRESS. And he LOVES the guy. Plus Kon is GREAT with his tounge! He's been practicing. Getting tips.

And for some reason? He can't think of a reason NOT too right now.

So now Tim is in the air, feet not touching the ground, trapped between two drugged out Kryptonians, and getting his PANTS undone. Kon? Kon, buddy!? Next thing he knows, his legs are being held in place by immovable hands, tossed over his friends shoulders, and Kon is dipping forward.

Hot and wet plunders as it pleases, making him jolt and squirm. But he can't escape. Can't get any leverage. Even if he could, he's being held by SUPERMAN, what good would it do?

Kon's tounge is less relenting then a human's. It's almost like being teased by the wet drag of a toy. Clark is kissing his neck. Holding him easily with one arm, now. The other working open his uniform. His powerful hand sliding in to run lightly, so very lightly, across Tim's chest.

And from what feels like an iron bar digging into his back? Clark has completely forgotten the "no threesomes unless I get to be apart of it and/or watch" rule that Tim is technically not supposed to know about. Lois is going to murder him.

He'd care more, if there weren't fingers carefully working there way into him. Distracting him and starting to melt his brain. Kon CHEATING, using his stupid TTK to run hands that aren't there over skin and press kisses everywhere. And when Kon fumbles open his costume, desperate, hands hovering but not touching. Trying not to GRAB because he's so, so turned on and doesn't even trust himself right now?

Clark just rumbles "I got you" from behind Tim like this isn't surreal. Like he's not about too-. And Clark just crowds closer and slides Tim ONTO Kon like he's some sort of shared toy. Because, Tim is vaguely and hysterically aware off, if KON slide home? He might accidentally break Tim's pelvis! Or worse!

And Kon is gripping Clark's arms hard enough to bruise. Hissing through his teeth as he makes himself stay still. Because Tim feels so, so damn good. Clark is rocking him, steady and perfect as you please, a waterfall of murmured praises falling from him.

Then, when Kon's shuddering apart? His grip relaxing and control returning? He helps Clark. Pulls Tim into HIS arms. Lifts him up and slides him down on to the wet dream of most of the planet. They take turns. It's hours before Tim touches the floor again and by that point they've flown back to the Nest.

Tim seemed tired, after all.

Tim manages to distract them with Needy Demands from their almost medically exhausted fucked out Robin. Manages to army crawl across the bed to a silent alarm. Nightwing, bring the GREEN Kryptonite and red sun lamps or so help me, you'll be down a brother.

*near immediate sound of nearby window crashing open*

FOR FUCK SAKE, I HAVE A DOOR!

Just? The spirit is willing but the flesh is squishy Human, guys. There are two of you. You are both LITERALLY super human! It's in your ACTUAL CAPE NAMES. P-put down the Tim... w-we can talk about this! *ravished like a romance novel Protagonist* oh nooooo~♡ lol

Kon feels moderately bad about it. On one hand? Mmmmmm~♡ Tim sex. Nice. But on the OTHER? Big Oof. Leaving your bed partner one big bruise from Too Much Sexing is BAD. Deeply conflicted.

Would delicious take out from that place you like in Italy and all the oral you desire help? *interested Tim noises*

Clark? Hunted for sport. Lois? Terrifying but moderately understanding. It WAS Kryptonite. But BATMAN? You fucked his baby boy, Clark. Didn't even take him out dancing first. You, a married man, old enough to be his father, FUCKED HIS BABY BOY. *smashs bottle and menaces with the jagged edge* Run.

-🐼🐼🐼

bruce would NOT let clark know peace 😭😭😭

[underratedandoverit]

Afterhours

~2k words orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)

i have no explanation or excuse for this really. it just kinda happened. the new kip photo did me in really badly and yeah he obviously needs to be punished for it a little bit lmao

its technically not spicy, nothing really happens. theres some making out. some biting. oc is very possessive. this happens in the shower. uuuuh fade to black before anything really mature or explicit happens. and kip says fuck once. i think thats all? its like all smoke but no actual fire as i like to describe these things i do lmao

@midnightpretenders0 @stormbornpirate

on ao3

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Kip sighed, trying to close the hotel room door as quietly as possible. The night had dragged on far later than he had wanted or originally planned, but when work called, it just couldn’t be helped, he had to participate. Kip just really didn’t prefer it after a long travel and show day, especially when he could have spent the evening with Cassidy instead.

A little smile crossed Kip’s lips as he spotted the figure on the bed in the dark room, Cassidy not reacting to him entering into the room, clearly being asleep already. Kip parked his suitcase by the bathroom door, carefully opening it and fishing out some fresh clothes he could sleep in before retreating into the bathroom.

He flicked on the lights after closing the door, wincing a little at the sudden bright lights, following with a roll of the eyes at his reflection. While the makeup and hair crew had helped him to perfect the look for tonight and the photo shoot that followed, that also meant many more layers and products on his skin and hair than he usually wore, making Kip incredibly aware of the fact that he was caked in things that he needed to wash away before he could even think about sleeping comfortably, let alone next to someone else.

Kip dropped the pile of clothes from his hands to the counter, double checking his reflection again. Eyeliner needed to be gone, same with the eye shadow. He just in general needed to wash his face. The hairspray was showing on a few lone, thick strands of hair sticking out of place, making it very clear that sleeping with it was going to make washing it in the morning an absolute pain.

He turned around, hand reaching for one of the bath towels hanging on the door, throwing it on the counter as well. Kip would have much rather just went to bed directly, but if he didn’t take care of all of this right now, it was going to be even worse come next morning. He sighed, stripping out of his clothes with ease, knowing that just taking a quick shower was going to be so much easier than trying to get himself cleaned over the sink.

Kip stepped in the shower, closing the curtain after him, turning on the water. Feeling the quickly warming droplets against his exposed skin made him hum quietly as a wave of content washed him over, Kip leaning his head forward to let the water run on his head and through his hair, hoping it would make getting rid of the wax and hairspray at least a little bit easier.

Kip jumped a little as he heard the bathroom door close suddenly, but the surprise was soon replaced with a soft smile as he remembered who was staying in the room with him. He reached for the shower curtain, pulling it to the side slightly, peeking his head out of the shower to spot the sleepy looking Cassidy standing in the bathroom, looking back at him yawning and rubbing his eye.

“Did I wake you? Sorry babe, I’m just taking a quick shower, I’ll be with you in a minute.”

Leaning back into the shower Kip pulled the curtain back to place, hand reaching for the shampoo bottle sitting on the shelf by the shower. He wasn’t really a fan of hotel provided care products, but in a pinch like this it was fine, as long as it got rid of the things in his hair. As he poured the shampoo out of the bottle into his hand, as soon as he brushed it into his hair Kip heard the shower curtain shuffling behind him, making the Brit turn around just in time to watch Cassidy climb into the already rather cramped space with him.

“Cle-clementine?” If his surprise wasn’t so obvious by the blush creeping up his cheeks very fast, his stammering voice sure was. Cassidy just smiled at him, that still slightly sleepy sweet smile that Kip loved seeing so much, before he leaned in for a quick kiss, hands carefully directing Kip as Cassidy turned him back around, back towards him. Before Kip could question him after silently following his confusing directions, he could feel the pair of familiar hands slipping into his hair, carefully starting to run through the wet strands, slowly massaging his scalp.

“Let me help you a little,” Cassidy whispered as he leaned closer, pressing a quick little kiss to the back of Kip’s ear. The Brit felt a shiver run up his spine, coming out of his mouth as a soft moan as he almost forced his eyes closed, trying to focus on the hands in his hair, the fingertips gently drawing circles on his skin. The shower water suddenly felt much warmer than before against his body.

“How’s that?” Kip just whined back at him a little, Cassidy quietly chuckling as he pressed another kiss on his skin, this time on his shoulder. “You like that, don’t you?”

Kip nodded his head, hearing the smile in Cassidy’s voice as the blond hummed quietly, hands slightly pushing his head forward. Kip followed the movement, allowing his head to be pushed under the shower, letting Cassidy to remain in control as he thoroughly rinsed the shampoo out of his hair, just letting Kip stand there and enjoy the care taking.

Unfortunately for Kip though, that wasn’t all Cassidy was going to let him enjoy as when he finished the rinsing process, his hands easily slipped back into Kip’s hair with the far too familiar, almost comforting possessiveness. Trapping some loose curls between his fingers, Cassidy gave his hair a good tuck, Kip leaning into the touch with a moan as Cassidy pulled his head away from the water.

“I’m so glad your hair is so long now,” Cassidy purred at him, pulling Kip’s head close enough that he could press a little kiss on his cheek. “It makes this so much easier. And it makes you hotter.”

As Kip didn’t vocally respond but Cassidy could see him biting his lower lip in hopes of not letting out anymore unwanted sounds, the blond’s hands almost tauntingly slowly slipped away from his hair, down Kip’s neck and along both shoulders, ghosting against his skin, sending a visible shiver down his spine. Cassidy pressed a kiss on the back of his neck, arms wrapping around the other man’s midsection, pulling him as close against his own body as possible before Cassidy’s lips were on his skin again, going for that very specific spot on the side of his neck that they both knew was Kip’s weak point.

“Fuck.” It was the only word Kip was able to breathe out coherently, feeling the lips against his skin, the little bites Cassidy was leaving on him, the pressure of the shower and the water making the sensations even stronger, almost incapacitatingly so. “G-god, Clementine…”

“Mmhhmm.” His voice vibrated against Kip’s skin, just enhancing the bite against his shoulder. Kip could feel the tension shooting through him, hands on instinct reaching for the shower wall for some support, even though he was very steady in Cassidy’s arms, tightly wrapped around him, fingertips dancing along his sides. Cassidy continued like nothing happened, leaving little bites just strong enough to bruise the skin along the back of his shoulder, listening Kip’s desperate moans get louder with each bite.

“Shh,” Cassidy finally stated, his lips lifting up from Kip’s skin just long enough to give him a break he desperately needed, his breathing tight in his throat. “It’s very late. You don’t want to wake up our neighbors, do you?”

Kip whined something incoherent at him, his wordless protest just getting louder as Cassidy pulled away, unwrapping his arms from around him. Kip took a moment to steady himself, still feeling at least slightly overstimulated by it all, but eventually he managed to turn around to face Cassidy, watching the blond just softly smile back at him as if he hadn’t just been sinking his teeth into him and teasing the living hell out of him.

Before Kip could get a word out of himself, Cassidy’s hands were on his face, pulling him into a kiss, unsurprisingly a very passionate one. He tried to protest, only to feel Cassidy take advantage of it, slipping his tongue into Kip’s mouth with ease. He knew it was pointless to fight it, as much as he didn’t want to take this further after where Cassidy had already gone, knowing it was only going to take more out of him, but at the same time his kisses were mesmerizing, almost hypnotizing. Kip slowly melted against his passionate showcase of love and care, just allowing Cassidy to suck the air out of his lungs, leaving Kip with nothing but static for thoughts and one hand slipping to the back of his neck, deepening the kiss even more if possible.

Kip only came back to some coherent thoughts as he felt the cold tiles of the shower wall against his skin, making him gasp in surprise enough to break the kiss apart. Cassidy pulled away, but remained close enough that Kip was sure he could basically hear his heartbeat, the blond’s thumbs running across his cheeks, only after him pulling his hands away Kip noticing the black runny streaks on his hands that had formerly been his eyeliner.

“I always think I’ve seen the best of you,” Cassidy muttered, eyes traveling the Brit up and down, watching the fire creep up on Kip’s face as his eyes landed back on his face. “But then I see you some way new and…” The smirk on Cassidy’s lips was so obviously teasing, if Kip wasn’t already embarrassed he would have been now.

“You’re just gorgeous when you’re all wet, you know that?”

Kip’s mind went blank for a moment, his body taking over responding to what he assumed was more of a tease than a compliment, his feet suddenly wanting to make their way out of the shower. Unfortunately for him, Cassidy had other plans for him, his hands quickly grabbing a hold of Kip, with ease taking a hold of his hands and pinning him back against the cold shower wall, hands above his head.

“I told you you’re gorgeous and this is how you say thank you?”

Kip averted his gaze, the deep blush flushing over his features, the heartbeat in his head getting louder as he could feel Cassidy pressing his body against his, as closely and tightly as possible. Kip’s eyes fluttered shut, the man taking in a shaky breath as his thoughts were racing everywhere as he felt Cassidy's hot breath against his lips, just before a small teasing kiss was planted there.

“You like that, don’t you?”

Kip didn’t reply to him, but at the same time he didn’t need to form any sensible words, as Cassidy even slightly moving his body against his erupted an unintentional moan out of him. If Kip could see him right now, if he was brave enough to open his eyes, he could have bet on it that Cassidy was wearing the biggest grin on his face right then.

“Well… We could continue this elsewhere. The bed is rather comfortable.”

The Brit barely nodded his head, feeling one hand disappearing from his before he heard the shower turning off. Cassidy’s breath quickly returned to his face though as he kissed Kip again, just as quickly as before, hands untangling from his, Kip’s eyes slowly opening as his mind tried to catch back up to the situation at hand.

“Sad that you’re so clean now,” Cassidy chuckled at him, stealing yet another kiss from Kip’s lips, this time the Brit being coherent, and honestly desperate, enough to try to chase after it, watching the smirk never leaving the blond’s lips. “You might need another shower when I’m done with you.”

[shall-we-go-far-away]

a few weeks ago I said I should start taking notes while watching only friends so here are my unfiltered and unedited thoughts on ep. 11:

aw, Plug and Yo are back together.. and now Sand's probably even more sad

honestly I'm with Top here, if Mew said he was ready to forgive him and is now playing this stupid game that's not it like let it go, bestie

aww man, Dan if only you knew.. honestly I was rooting for Dan, I don't think he really has an chance anymore but I thought him and Nick were cute

Ray and Sand's mom.. aww what a cute little scene

nooo not Sand being all sad in the bar :(( I can't take First's teary eyes anymore

oh god now they're both crying oh god

uurrgh now that they're all lovey dovey again that Boeing drama is gonna suck

aaand there he is

huh?? Mew bestie, if you want to give Top a chance then stop being a bitch and actually give him the chance what are you saying??

just shuuut uuup Boeing pls

Boeing is so petty it's hilarious

uuuh, Boston-Nick-Atom-Drama let's goo

yoo, not Nick and Boston teaming up to get revenge they are sick!! two little psychos

not Boston literally saying Atom should get a grip

man, Nick is just so nice I can't take it.. yeah, he's a bit of a weirdo but he's nice

oh yeah just Sand and Ray making me feel even more single than I already am, thanks guys

not Mew and Top both having big fat trust issues like that's maybe not the greatest foundation for a relationship

yeah and see, now Mew messed with Top too much after Top messed with Mew and now he's gonna realize he actually wants him back and bla bla bla

can you tell I'm not the biggest fan of Top and Mew??

eww, Boeing smiling at Sand

hands off of Sand, dude

ahahah wdym Boeing wants to be a flight attendant?? that's so funny oh god

life lessons with the mums

actually funny how the short haired mum is literally just moral support like she barely has any lines

okay, okay is this the first TopMew scene that kind of touched me??

why are they striking such poses for a passport picture??

oh I see we are communicating the Boeing issue love that

Atom telling Cheum the truth?? hope Cheum is going to apologize to Boston

Nick's cute little face when Boston said he's only gonna sleep with him I caaan't his smug little face

actually kind of upset I am only now getting the chemistry between Top and Mew like we are in the second to last episode!! this is so annoying up until here their chemistry was non existent and now the show is almost over but who knows maybe it was intended this way, maybe they just were supposed to be weird around each other because Force and Book clearly work well together but everything before today's ep. was so off

bro, the way my smile faded when Boeing came in

uuuuh the tension between them

not Boeing coming to get on Sand's nerves now after he realized he couldn't do anything to Top and Mew

take his annoying ass away I know he's literally just a plot device but pleeaase take him away

bro stop the acting

oh my goooood stop touching Sand!!

oookaaay what kind of road are we taking with this "pool party"??

oh god what was this ending??

and what was this hell of a preview??

I honestly don't know what to say.. I gotta admit this was the least cursed ep. 11 I've ever seen in all the bl's I've watched but it seems like we're gonna get all that bullshit in ep. 12 and I don't know if I like that

[romistav]

“stop laughing, i already know these questions are gonna be stupid.” 

HOW ARE YOU FEELING IN YOUR CURRENT COUPLE?

”you guys are so funny. did you set that up the way you set up dejan being here? obviously, i’m not mad nor can i say that i was surprised but i did mean it when i said marcus should probably pick someone else. not just ‘cause, like, i was going to pick someone else but because i think if we’re taking a break then...it’s gotta be a break, y’know? i do care about marcus, that’s like, my whole fucking point. after everything at the party, well, it’s just going to be awkward. i’m going to be sleeping outside a lot, i guess.” 

IS THERE ANYONE OUTSIDE YOUR COUPLE THAT YOU’RE STILL CHATTING TO? DO YOU THINK YOUR HEAD COULD BE TURNED? 

”are we witnessing the same fucking show? maddox, clearly. it’s been the first time that i’ve had to think about my decision in terms of, like, strategy? to be fair, i would have liked to pick josh. i don’t think about him romantically, ‘cause i know that’s where you’re going to try to take this, but i think we’d make a pretty good duo as friends. when he told me that he was going to couple up with jenny, though, i knew that’d leave maddox free from being coupled up so i could choose him without really stepping on any toes. as of right now, he’s still who i would choose to couple up with and i believe it’s mutual.” 

WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON THE LAST RECOUPLING? ARE THERE ANY COUPLES THAT SURPRISED YOU?

“uuuuh, the fact that kenny had to get fucking kicked out yet dejan can stick around was so stupid, if you ask me, and you are asking me. i didn’t think anyone would be insane enough to pick him but clearly there’s a match for everyone or whatever. i just hope he gets kicked out next, i can’t stand him being here and it’s literally your fault that he is.” 

DID NANA OR KENNY’S DEPARTURES AFFECT YOU AT ALL? OUT OF EVERYONE LEFT, WHO WOULD YOU BE MOST UPSET TO SEE GO HOME NEXT? 

“i’m really going to miss both of them which is, like, more than i can say for most people who have left this place. kenny was one of my few friends here. i know we didn’t start off that great but i’m not, like, a horrible person, you know? i genuinely enjoyed having her around. this might be just me but i feel like nana deserved to stay. people just couldn’t accept that she was hot and right. wait, i can’t say that, can i? edit it out maybe. look, people come on the show for all sorts of reasons, just because they aren’t a reflection of yours doesn’t make them wrong. like, everyone was pissed enough that it made her walk out but there were still people willing to couple up with dejan? that’s fucking bullshit.”

”i’d hate to see josh go. i really do love him and i think our friendship here has developed better than either of us expected it to. dylan, naomie, and callie. i really like them i wouldn’t want to see them go. marcus, obviously. i think he still has a chance to win without me. he’s such a sweet boy, i’m sure everyone who watches the show adores him.”  

A LOT HAPPENED AT THE COWBOYS AND ALIENS PARTY. WHAT WERE THE HIGHLIGHTS OF THE NIGHT FOR YOU?

”uh...god. it definitely wasn’t the stupid truth or dare game. it was maddox, obviously. yeah, it was him. i mean, no offense i know you guys try with the games or whatever but there’s only so many creative things people can be dared to do when they’ve been stuck together in a contained space for weeks. throw in a little russian roulette in there or something. i’m kidding. that was a joke. but yeah, look, maddox himself is wow but it’s the first time since i’ve been here that i have felt like i’ve gotten to do something risky and fun without bothering to think of the consequences. if it gets me kicked out, at least i got to fuck him.” 

WHICH COUPLE DO YOU THINK HAS THE BEST CHANCES OF LASTING TO THE NEXT RECOUPLING? 

“callie and frankie for sure. i think people love them and they have obvious chemistry. i’m happy callie has found someone she seems to get along well with, they both always look like they’re having a good time, and she deserves it. i guess i should say dylan and naomi and josh and jenny? but between you and me, those two still fuck each other in their minds every time they so much as glance at one another so i don’t know. like, everyone saw that kiss at spin the bottle, i guess...that’s something. uh, so yeah, my money would be on callie and frankie.” 

[fandomrave]

DDLC sans Epiphiany - Act 1, Day 2

Wednesday, September 20

Monika: “Hello, Mickey!”

Monika: “Good to see you here!”

Mickey: “Sorry, am I late?”

“School went by so fast. Everything’s a blur.”

Sayori: “No, it’s okay!”

“She gives me a hug.”

Sayori: “I’m glad you came.”

“She speaks softly in my ear.”

Mickey: “I wouldn’t leave when you said this was important to you.”

“She pulls away from me.”

Sayori: “So, you’re saying you care about me?”

“She gives me a teasing grin.”

Mickey: “Of course I care about you, you dummy!”

“I ruffle her hair. Sayori giggles.”

Monika: “Ah…I should…”

“Monika leaves, looking a bit uncomfortable.”

“Me and Sayori rejoin the others.”

Monika: “So! Is everyone ready to share poems?”

Natsuki: “Hey, new guy!”

“I turn to Natsuki.”

Natsuki: “You better not be late again! This is a serious club.”

“Sayori furrows her brow at her.”

Sayori: “Yeah, real serious. As serious as that manga you keep in the closet.”

Natsuki: “M-M-S-Sayori…!”

“Monika quickly steps in between the two.”

Monika: “Alright, settle down.”

Monika: “How about we share poems? I wrote a really good one.”

Sayori: “C’mon, Monika, we can share poems later!”

Monika: “Oh….”

“She looks a little sad, but snaps out of it.”

Monika: “Yeah, I guess you’re right, Sayori.”

Sayori: “Oh, Yuri! Didn’t you bring something for Mickey?”

Yuri: “E-eh?!”

Yuri: "W-Wait! Sayori..."

Mickey: “For me?"

Yuri: "Um... Not really..."

Sayori: "Don't be shy~"

Yuri: "It's really nothing..."

Mickey: "What is it?"

Yuri: "N-Never mind!"

Yuri: "Sayori made it sound like a big deal when it's really not..."

Yuri: "Uuuuh, what do I do..."

“Sayori frowns, noticing she made Yuri uncomfortable.”

“I did too, didn’t I? Or at least I enabled it.”

Sayori: “I'm sorry, Yuri, I wasn't thinking..."

Sayori: “I just want you all to become good friends with Mickey.”

Sayori: “He’s very important to me.”

Monika: “Yeah, I bet he is…”

Monika: “He’s your best friend, isn’t he?”

Sayori: “That’s right! We’ve known each other forever!”

Sayori: “And we’re always taking care of each other.”

Mickey: “Maybe I wouldn’t have to pick up after you all the time if your room wasn’t so messy.”

Sayori: “Oh, but I hate cleaning!”

Mickey: “Maybe I should be worried about you for when you go off to college.”

Sayori: “Meanie…”

“Yuri chuckles. Me and Sayori turn to her.”

Yuri: “Oh! Um…”

“She reaches into her bag and pulls out a book.”

Yuri: "I didn't want you to feel left out..."

Yuri: "So I picked out a book that I thought you might enjoy."

Yuri: "It's a short read, so it should keep your attention, even if you don't usually read."

Yuri: "And we could, you know..."

Yuri: "Discuss it...if you wanted..."

“Her face is bright red.”

“I notice Natsuki scowling. She walks over to us.”

Natsuki: “You know, if you want to read something actually GOOD, then come check out some of my manga.”

“Yuri shoots her a glare, and Natsuki returns it.”

Yuri: “(Good?)”

Mickey: “W-well, thank you both.”

“The girls look at me and smile. They give each other another quick glare before walking away.”

 "Now that everyone's settled in, I expected Monika to kick off some scheduled activities for the club."

"But that doesn't seem to be the case."

"Sayori and Monika are having a cheery conversation in the corner."

"Yuri's face is already buried in a book."

"I can't help but notice her intense expression, like she was waiting for this chance."

"Meanwhile, Natsuki is rummaging around in the closet."

"Man..."

"It looks like no one wants to be bothered today."

"I slump down into the nearest desk."

“Maybe I shouldn’t have joined…”

“I lay my head down and close my eyes, trying to sleep.”

“I did stay up late writing this poem, after all.”

“I overhear Sayori's conversation with Monika."

Monika: "We're probably gonna seem really lame compared to all the other clubs, though..."

Sayori: “Aw, don’t say that!”

Sayori: “Where’s the Monika I know? The one that never gives up?”

“My eyes flutter open, and I see Monika smile.”

Monika: “You’re right. We can’t give up.” 

Monika: "The festival is our chance to show everyone what literature is all about!"

Monika: "The problem is that the idea of a literature club sounds too dense and intellectual..."

Monika: "But it's not like that at all, you know?"

Monika: "We just need a way of showing that to everyone..."

Monika: "Something that speaks to their creative minds."

Sayori: “Hehe, I love it when you get all serious and leader-y.”

Monika: “Aw, Sayori.”

“Monika really does have such a sweet smile.”

Monika: “C’mon, we need to focus.”

Sayori: “Right.”

Sayori: “Mmmmmmmmmmm....."

Sayori: "That doesn't solve the problem, though!"

Monika: "Eh? What do you mean?"

Sayori: "Even if we come up with the most fun thing ever..."

Sayori: "Nobody will come in the first place if it's a literature event."

Sayori: "So it's more important to figure out how to get people to show up in the first place, you know?"

Sayori: "And after they come, we can do the thing to speak to their creative minds."

“Wow, Sayori’s really smart. I guess she really IS vice president of the Literature Club.”   

Monika: "Huh, that's a good point..."

Monika: "In that case, do you think food will do the trick?"

“Hell yeah.”

Sayori: “Hell yeah.”

Sayori: “Er, I mean…”

Sayori: “What kind?”

Monika: "Ah... Well, I guess we could--"

Sayori: "Cupcakes!"

“Sayori blurts out, unable to contain her excitement. Good old Sayori.”

Monika: "Ahaha. Of course.” 

Monika: “And good thinking."

Monika: "Natsuki would love to do that."

Sayori: "Ah! You're right!"

Sayori: "Natsuki makes the best cupcakes!"

Sayori: "That works out perfectly~"

Monika: "That wasn't why you suggested it...?"

Sayori: "Cupcakes speak to my creative tummy~"

Monika: "..."

“Monika chuckles cutely.”

“Why is everything that girl does just so cute?”

Monika: "Cupcakes it is, then."

Sayori: "I'm hungry..."

Monika: “Aren’t you always?”

Sayori: “Meanie!”

Monika: "Anyway, we still need to work out the details of the event itself..."

"I find myself smiling."

"In the end, Sayori is still her usual self."

“So smart, and so responsible.”

“That’s why she’s really my best friend.”

“No…more than a friend.”

“She’s family.”

“She’s always taking care of me. She’s the one that’s always been there for me.”

“I don’t know what I’d do without her.”

“Without Sayori….sweet, smiling, Sayori….”

“....Sometimes, I think you’re the only thing keeping me going….”

“I guess I must have dozed off, because I feel myself start to wake.”

“I open my eyes halfway and see someone in my face.”

Mickey: “...Morning, Sayori…”

“I can barely see, but I recognize her scent and calming presence.”

“Like peach pie, and a warm hug.”

“I smile sleepily.”

Sayori: “Mickey! Wakey wakey~”

“I open my eyes fully.”

Mickey: “...Hi Sayori.”

“She steps back.”

Sayori: “Wait, why am I being nice to you! You shouldn’t be napping!”

Sayori: "This isn't the napping club!"

Mickey: "Does our school have a napping club...?"

Sayori: "You're staying up late again, aren't you?"

Sayori: "Now that you're in a club, you're gonna have less time for anime, you know!"

Sayori: "You'll need to get used to it!"

Mickey: "Don't say that so loud...!"

"I glance over my shoulder to see if Monika overheard."

“...And the others too, I guess.”

Mickey: “Well, for your information, that’s not why I stayed up late last night.”

Sayori: “Oh? Why, then?”

“Does she really doubt me?”

Mickey: “Actually, I stayed up late writing a poem.”

Sayori: “Wait, really?”

Mickey: “Yeah, I got a lot more into it than I thought. I must have killed a whole tree with the amount of paper I threw away.”

Sayori: “Wow, I had no idea you were so passionate about this…”

Mickey: “Yeah, me neither. I bet my room’s even messier than yours now.”

Sayori: “You dare challenge me, mortal?”

“We laugh.” 

Mickey:"You're always looking out for me, Sayori."

Sayori: "Ehehe~"

Sayori: "It's what I do best!"

Sayori: “And I know you’ll always look out for me.”

Mickey: “It always feels like you do so much more for me than I do for you.”

Sayori: “Mickey, that’s not true!”

Mickey: “It is though!”

Sayori: “...Okay, maybe it is.”

Sayori: “But that’s okay!”

Sayori: “I…like taking care of you.”

“She looks away, with a sad smile on her face.”

Sayori: “It makes me feel important. Like I’m doing something worthwhile.”

Sayori: “And…you deserve it too.”

Sayori: “I like making you happy. I like seeing you smile.”

Sayori: “Mickey, I-”

"Monika suddenly calls out."

Monika: "Why don't we share the poems we wrote now?"

Sayori: “...I want to see you smile every day.”

Sayori: “So promise you’ll keep smiling for me, okay?”

Mickey: “....Okay, I promise.”

“Why did she sound so sad? Sayori…”

“I’ll have to remember to talk to her about it later.”

“We head over to where Monika and the others are.”

Monika: “You all remembered to write poems, right?”

“We all nod.”

Monika: "Well, let’s all share with a partner!”

Monika: “And remember to trade partners!”

“...Huh? But there’s an odd number of us. How’s that supposed to work?”

“I guess I’m the only one confused about it. All the other girls have pulled out their poems.”

“....”

“Huh?”

“Wait…am I done already?”

“But…I…”

“I don’t even remember sharing my poem.”

“Did I really zone out like I do in school? 

“But I was so excited to share my poem. I worked really hard on it. Why would I zone out now?”

“Did I really stay up that late? And I even took a nap, too.”

“But it was all for nothing.”

“Sigh.”

"Across the room, Sayori and Monika are happily chatting."

“They both seem really close.”

“...I’m jealous.”

“That’s my best friend! And my….”

“...But she’ll never like me like that.”

“....Still, I can’t help but feel jealous. I wish she’d smile at me like that.”

“I look away and spot Yuri and Natsuki.”

"They gingerly exchange sheets of paper, sharing their respective poems."

"As they read in tandem, I watch each of their expressions change."

"Natsuki's eyebrows furrow in frustration."

"Meanwhile, Yuri smiles sadly."

“Huh. Why would they-?”

“Natsuki mutters something, but I can’t hear it.”

Yuri: "Eh?"

Yuri: "Um...did you say something?"

Natsuki: "Oh, it's nothing."

"Natsuki dismissively returns the poem to the desk with one hand."

Natsuki: "I guess you could say it's fancy."

Yuri: "Ah-- Thanks..."

Yuri: "Yours is...cute..."

Natsuki: "Cute?"

“Oh yeah, didn’t Monika say that she wrote about cute things?”

Natsuki: "Did you completely miss the symbolism or something?"

Natsuki: "It's clearly about the feeling of giving up."

Natsuki: "How can that be cute?"

Yuri: "I-I know that!"

Yuri: "I just meant..."

Yuri: "The language, I guess..."

Yuri: "I was trying to say something nice..."

Natsuki: "Eh?"

Natsuki: "You mean you have to try that hard to come up with something nice to say?"

“...huh. I know this isn’t my business, but I just can’t look away.”

Natsuki: "Thanks, but it really didn't come out nice at all!"

Yuri: "Um..."

Yuri: "Well, I do have a couple suggestions..."

Natsuki: "Hmph."

Natsuki: "If I was looking for suggestions, I would have asked someone who actually liked it."

Natsuki: "Which people did, by the way."

Natsuki: "Sayori liked it."

Natsuki: "And Mickey did, too!"

“Eh? I did?”

“Well, I guess I can relate to the feeling of giving up.”

“And I like cute things. Did she use, like, happy language to tell a sad message?”

“I like that.”

“...I wish I could remember her poem. I feel like such a jerk for zoning out.”

Natsuki: "So based on that, I'll gladly give you some suggestions of my own."

Natsuki: "First of all--"

Yuri: "Excuse me..."

Yuri: "I appreciate the offer, but I've spent a long time establishing my writing style."

Yuri: "I don't expect it to change anytime soon, unless of course I come across something particularly inspiring."

Yuri: "Which I haven't yet."

“Was that a personal attack?”

“I’m a terrible person for getting excited about this. This is real life, not some show!”

Natsuki: "Nn...!"

Yuri: "And Mickey liked my poem too, you know."

Yuri: "He even told me he was impressed by it."

“Really?”

“Well, she does seem like she’d write impressive poems.”

"Natsuki suddenly stands up."

“...Is it just me, or did the air get tenser?”

Natsuki: "Oh?"

Natsuki: "I didn't realize you were so invested in trying to impress our new member, Yuri."

“Nice one!”

“Wait, no! Stop it, Mickey! Don’t think that!”

Yuri: "E-Eh?!"

Yuri: "That's not what I...!"

“No….this air…”

Yuri: "Uu..."

Yuri: "You...You're just..."

"Yuri stands up as well."

“....s-stop….”

“It’s so frantic. I’m….”

Yuri: "Maybe you're just jealous that Mickey appreciates my advice more than he appreciated yours!"

Natsuki: "Huh! And how do you know he didn't appreciate my advice more?"

Natsuki: "Are you that full of yourself?"

“Advice..? But I don’t….I don’t even remember…”

“How could I even give any advice?”

“Wait, their advice.”

“Well, how could I say much of anything! I was zoned out! I probably barely reacted! Why would they read into it so much?!”

Yuri: "I...!"

Yuri: “No..."

Yuri: "If I was full of myself..."

Yuri: "...I would deliberately go out of my way to make everything I do overly cutesy!"

Natsuki: "Uuuuuu...!"

“....w-wait…..”

Sayori: "U-Um!!"

“S-sayori….?”

Sayori: "Is everyone okay...?"

“Sh-she shoots me a worried glance.”

“She must have noticed-!”

Natsuki: "Well, you know what?!"

“They didn’t even notice her…”

Natsuki: "I wasn't the one whose boobs magically grew a size bigger as soon as Mickey started showing up!!"

Yuri: "N-Natsuki!!"

Monika: "Um, Natsuki, that's a little--"

Natsuki and Yuri: "This doesn't involve you!"

“Monika steps back, afraid.”

“N-no, this can’t….I can’t…”

Sayori: "I-I don't like fighting, guys...!"

“Sayori looks at me, trying to move around Yuri and Natsuki to reach me.”

“S-sayori…”

"Suddenly, both girls turn towards me, as if they just noticed I was standing there."

Yuri: "Mickey...!"

“Wha..?”

Yuri: "She-- She's just trying to make me look bad...!"

“....why?”

Natsuki: "That's not true!"

“Why me..?”

Natsuki: "She started it!"

“I-I can’t….”

Natsuki: "If she could get over herself and learn to appreciate that simple writing is more effective..."

“I………”

Natsuki: "Then this wouldn't have happened in the first place!"

“.....stop….”

Natsuki: "What's the point in making your poems all convoluted for no reason?"

“N-natsuki, don’t….”

Natsuki: "The meaning should jump out at the reader, not force them to have to figure it out."

“Sayori’s trying to squeeze her way past the girls.”

Natsuki: "Help me explain that to her, Mickey!"

“Sayori….please come quickly….”

Yuri: "W-Wait!"

“Why…?”

Yuri: "There's a reason we have so many deep and expressive words in our language!"

“Please….PLEASE!”

Yuri: "It's the only way to convey complex feelings and meaning the most effectively."

“Y-yuri, no….”

Yuri: "Avoiding them is not only unnecessarily limiting yourself...it's also a waste!"

“....someone…..anyone….”

Yuri: "You understand that, right, Mickey?"

“Save me!”

Mickey: “….”

“My whole body is shaking. I don’t want this.”

“I think I’m going to be sick.”

Natsuki and Yuri: “Well?”

“....don’t look at me like that.”

“Don’t look at me! Stop looking at me!”

“My vision’s getting blurry.”

“Stop. Please stop!”

“Why? WHY?!”

“...”

“I’m barely able to notice Natsuki and Yuri stumbling into the desks.”

“Sayori…?”

“Before I know it, she’s at my side.”

“...Oh. I’m on my knees. They must have given out.”

“Sayori hugs me in her arms. Tightly.”

“I get a flashback to when we were younger.”

“There, there, she said. It’s alright. I’m here. Shhhh.”

“I’ve got you, Mickey. You’re safe now.”

“I snap back to reality.”

“...Ah. My eyes are tearing up. At least I’m not full blown crying.”

“My head is resting on her chest. She’s gently stroking my hair.”

“I can hear her heartbeat. Just as soothing as I remember.”

“I can’t hear what she’s saying, but I know she’s talking due to the vibrations I feel.”

“Ah…Sayori….”

“I wonder what happened to everyone else.”

“Sayori puts head over mine. Her lips are right above my head, and she’s saying something softly.”

“She rubs one arm up and down my back, and strokes my hair with the other.”

“Ah…Sayori…mmmm…”

“Thank you.”

“Her breathing is calm and helps calm down mine.” 

“Ah…Sayori.”

“I smile, much calmer.”

“Sayori notices, of course.”

Sayori: “Hey, Mickey~”

Sayori: “It’s okay, I’m here~”

Sayori: “Take as long as you need.”

Mickey: “Mm.”

“She’s so cozy.”

“I feel so relaxed and at peace with her.”

“.....”

“I don’t know how long we stay like that, but eventually, I open my eyes and sit up.”

Sayori: “You feeling better?”

“I nod.”

“I look around and see Monika standing in front of the door.”

“She’s giving us a sympathetic smile.”

“...God, she’s so pretty. But wait-”

Mickey: “...What happened to Natsuki and Yuri?”

“Hey, my voice came back a lot faster this time.”

“Sayori smiles. It’s a good sign.” Sayori: “Well….”

Sayori: “I kinda told Monika to take them out in the hallway and yell at them till they made up.”

Sayori: “Ehehe….”

“I frown. Sayori knows how I hate yelling.”

Sayori: “I’m sorry! I didn’t know what else to do!”

Sayori: “I saw you falling and I just panicked.”

Sayori: “I was really worried about you.”

Mickey: “I know.” “Monika approaches us.” Monika: “Hey, if you’re ready, Natsuki and Yuri are ready to apologize.”

“Sayori looks at me. I slowly nod. She turns to Monika and nods.”

“Monika leaves the room, and soon comes back with Natsuki and Yuri in tow.”

“At least they don’t look mad anymore.”

“Me and Sayori rise to meet their eyes.”

Yuri: “Mickey? We’re really sorry we got you involved in that.”

Natsuki: “Yeah, we shouldn’t have tried to drag you into it.”

Natsuki: “It’s not right for us to get you to take sides with us.”

Yuri: “Especially since you’re a novice writer.”

Monika: “Yuri!”

Yuri: “A-ah! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-!”

“Yuri’s face is bright red. Natsuki chuckles.”

“Yuri shoots her a look and opens her mouth to say something.”

Natsuki: “That sounds like something I would say! Am I rubbing off on you?”

Yuri: “Well, the ‘reading too deep into things’ sounds like me.”

Natsuki: “You know you just insulted yourself, right?”

Yuri: “!!!”

Natsuki: “Maybe you’re gonna start rubbing off on me too.”

Natsuki: “Ha! Maybe I’ll look as hot as you do!”

“Yuri smirks.”

Yuri: “I guess my wordiness has betrayed you. You just called me hot.”

Natsuki: “What?”

“Sayori gasps.”

Yuri: “I win.”

“Yuri smiles smugly.”

Sayori: “Natsuki! You think Yuri’s hot? Oh, I knew it!”

Sayori: “Pay up, Monika!”

Natsuki and Yuri: “W-what?!”

Sayori: “Haha, you two are such a cute couple~”

Natsuki: “We’re not a couple!”

Yuri: “Yeah, I’d never-!”

Sayori: “Never say never~”

Natsuki: “Sayori!”

“I can tell both of them are getting flustered.”

Yuri: “Uuuuuu….”

Natsuki: “You’re making Yuri uncomfortable!”

Sayori: “Sticking up for your girlfriend? So cute!”

Natsuki: “She’s not my girlfriend!”

Monkia: “Haha, maybe we should call this the lesbian club instead? What do you think, Sayori?”

Sayori: “Well that wouldn’t work. Mickey’s here!”

“The girls all turn to me, remembering I’m here.”

Monika: “Oh, right…”

Yuri: “We…we aren’t together….”

Natsuki: “Y-yeah! We’re not dating each other!”

Yuri: “Or anyone else!”

Yuri: “G-girl or boy….”

“Yuri looks at me. Wait, why is she looking at me like that? Wait….”

Natsuki: “....”

Natsuki: “Monika, shouldn’t we end the club now?”

Monika: “Hm?”

“Monika seems lost in thought.”

Monika: “Oh! Right!”

“She brightens up.”

Monika: “Well everyone, I’m sorry to have kept you here for this long.”

Monika: “How about we write more poems to share for tomorrow?”

“Monika smiles at Sayori.”

Monika: “That is, if everyone’s up for it.”

“She looks over at me. So does Sayori, and everyone else.”

Mickey: “...Yeah. I actually had a lot of fun writing that poem.”

“Everyone lights up.”

Mickey: “Just promise me you won’t fight again tomorrow.”

“Yuri and Natsuki nod, looking a bit embarrassed.”

Monika: “Alright then, club dismissed.”

Sayori: “Hey Mickey? I need to talk to Monika. Can you wait for me outside so we can walk home together?”

Mickey: “Alright.”

“I wait outside for Sayori a while, and then she comes out.”

“We start walking home.”

Sayori: “So, how was your first real day in the club, Mickey?”

Sayori: “Other than the fight.”

Mickey: “Well, I liked it, honestly.”

Mickey: “The atmosphere was very relaxing and upbeat, up until the fight.”

Mickey: “Honestly….”

“I take a moment to process my thoughts.” 

Mickey: “...it felt….homey.”

Sayori: “Really?! That’s awesome!”

Sayori: “I’m so glad you’ve found a place other than your room that you feel comfortable with.”

Sayori: “Really…glad…”

Sayori: “....soon, you won’t need me anymore.”

Sayori: “That’s a good thing.”

Mickey: “Oh, don’t say that Sayori!”

Mickey: “I’ll always need you.”

Sayori: “Hm.”

“Sayori seems to quickly cheer herself up.”

Sayori: “Mickey, tomorrow you should try hanging out with some of the other girls.”

Mickey: “Eh? How come?”

Sayori: “The whole point of you joining the club was so you’d make more friends.”

Sayori: “People you could hang out with other than me.”

Mickey: “Alright. I’m too tired to argue.”

Sayori: “Wait, so you’ll do it?”

Mickey: “Sure.”

Mickey: “Oh, I don’t really know how to though….”

“I suddenly feel less sure. I don’t know how to talk to people. Not without Sayori.”

Mickey: “...No, really. How do I talk to them?”

Mickey: “I haven’t done it in forever, and I don’t even know where to start-”

Sayori: “Calm down, Mickey.”

Sayori: “What about similar interests? That’s a good starting point.”

Mickey: “But….do any of them have any similar interests?”

Sayori: “Hmmm…”

Sayori: “Natsuki likes manga. And you like anime! They’re like the same thing, right?”

Mickey: “Actually-”

“I bite my tongue and suppress my weeb urges.”

Mickey: “Manga’s more raunchy, I think.”

Sayori: “Eh? Well, I’m sure Natsuki isn’t into that kind of manga.”

“I wonder if Natsuki is the type to be into that sort of thing.”

“...Maybe I should ask her about it tomorrow.”

“Sayori sees my smirk and knows exactly what I’m thinking.”

Sayori: “Mickey! Do not!”

Mickey: “...maybe I’ll write my poem about it.”

Sayori: “Noooo!”

“I laugh as she pouts.”

Sayori: “But really, Mickey, you should hang out with Natsuki tomorrow.”

Mickey: “I don’t know…”

Sayori: “C’mon, it’ll be fun!”

“.....Really, what is wrong with me? I’d never agree to this stuff normally. What’s going on?”

“Is it just her smile? The way she’s trying so hard?”

“Or maybe I finally decided to stop being a coward.”

“I could have had a strange dream the night before. Maybe one of those life changing ones? And I just don’t remember it, but it still impacts me.”

Sayori: “Mickey, stay on topic.”

“Oh, she noticed my mind wandering off.”

“Hm. Do I hang out with Natsuki?”

“Well, I saw how defensive she was acting. Just like me.”

“Maybe we really could get along.”

“And….I don’t want HER to hold me back forever.”

“But, SHE’s still-”

Sayori: “Mickey!”

Sayori: “Calm down. You’re okay.”

“Ah, to hell with it! Who cares why I’m acting this way! I’m gonna do it!”

Mickey: “You know what Sayori, I think I will hang out with her.”

Sayori: “Yay~!”

Sayori: “I’m really proud of you, Mickey.”

Sayori: “You’re growing up so fast.”

“Before we know it, we’re home.”

Sayori: “Mickey, don’t stay up late writing your poem, okay?”

Mickey: “I won’t. You don’t stay up super late either.”

Sayori: “Okay! And I won’t write it in the morning either!”

Sayori: “I can’t wait to see your poem tomorrow! And I’ll show you how good of a writer I really am!”

Mickey: “Alright then. Goodnight, Sayori.”

Sayori: “Goodnight~!”

“And with that, we both go to our own houses.”

“I go up to my room.”

“...Sheesh, what a mess.”

“I should write my poem now. I wonder what to write about.”

“Some of last night’s poems were really weird. But I still had fun writing them.”

“It felt so expressive.”

“I pull out my notebook and a pencil.”

“...huh?”

“Oh, I must have zoned out for a bit. I was doodling in the corner.”

“Is that…Sayori, Natsuki, and Yuri?!”

“I had no idea I was so good at art!”

“No, it was probably just beginner's luck. I’m not good for anything.”

“Hey, maybe that’s what I should write my poem about.”

“The girls…and Monika, of course. I could never forget Monika.”

“I forgot to draw her. But if I had been zoned out for longer, I would have drawn her next. Just an unfortunate coincidence, I guess.”

“Now, let’s get writing!”

[steel--fairy]

ive been on a pjo kick lately so. me ocs if they were demigods : )

violet would be asclepius, my sweet healer child.... she'd have some story where she arrived with red whos, like, a son of zeus or whatever (blue would be a legacy, oaks the actual demigod) and he's all super strong and naturally good at everything while she struggles and is unclaimed until she realizes her healing powers : )

daphne already has powers with her empathy but dunno who that could translate to... going through minor gods in my head like uuuuh. none of these fit. maybe they're just randomly there. ignoring them, she's totally a nike kid because shes my protagTM protag haha

those grey eyes dont lie, ivy is a daughter of athena. im sure this is probably the most surprising one on the list lol but its also about who their parent would attract and norman-athena makes sense. ivy is definitely an unconventional athena spawn, but she can, occasionally, be strategic. she usually just chooses not to be.

i literally named chryssas dad apollo so. she is now the grumpiest daughter of apollo to ever exist. she'd have primarily light and music powers to her disgust. she wanted the archery skills.

ieva is aphrodite.... maybe apollo? dunno. ......maybe zeus? hm, if i gave her zekrom i definitely would've had her as zeus lol don't know for her, all three feel very fitting

bryony would be hermes, I think. she'd like the idea of being able to pick locks lol but really, she's more of the travel side of things

carmella is so a daughter of aphrodite. and a two mom birth with bicon grace lol also deffo a charmspeaker

kiana is the only one where her 2 parents are plot relevant so. i think she'd be a clear sighted mortal. that and/or a hunter of artemis (as i literally named her after diana)

lili is so dionysus. she likes driving people mad (both definitions of the word lol). and she has purple eyes! (that would also make bede a son of dionysus which..... lol but i can also somehow see it)

my first instinct for jess is like hades but idk. poseidon also comes to mind (probably because neptune by sleeping at last is my go to song for her lol) as well as hecate. I'm gonna go with hecate tho... it's her vibes.

for the sake of everyones sanity (and belongings) alyssa is neither a child of hermes or aphrodite lol no thieving abilities and no charmspeak. but hermes do fit well tho so instead I'll pick nemesis : )

[charliecoxbf]

every multiple of 9!

Sorry if I got any number wrong, I suck at math and had to use a calculator to find the multiples of 9 😭

9: Ever had a poem or song written about you?

Yes, actually. My father wrote a song for my birthday. It... wasn't a great experience.

18: Do you believe in karma?

I believe in being the karma you want to see in the world. Do something nice for someone nice. Be a dick to an asshole.

27: What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?

Sound I hate: the grindr notification sound. i wish they'd let us change it.

Sound I love: my alarm clock for my meds at night.

36: Define Art.

Something that moves you. Touches you.

45: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?

Oh that's a toughie. Uuuuh. Probably the time I broke my right arm at the elbow. The bone broke completely so my arm was just hanging there. My mom cried so much, she was so scared. It didn't heal right, so to this day I can bend my arm in the opposite direction a little (not much) and my mom hates it.

I'm not counting the seizure because it wasn't an injury per se, it was a seizure.

54: What’s the last thing you purchased?

TicTacs. Orange flavored.

63: What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?

I go full on Gomez Addams and become overwhelmingly enamored with them.

72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?

A) I tell the people I love who love me on my last week, so the entire month isn't ruined by premature sadness. I write a post on my blog to be queued and published after my death so my online friends don't think I ghosted them.

B) spend time with my loved ones. Eat my favorite foods. Take out a loan in my name to pay for said food, safe in the knowledge that the debt dies with me. Masturbate a lot (won't waste time with meaningless sex).

C) I'd be worried for the people I left behind. I'm personally not afraid of dying, I'm afraid of how my death would hurt my loved ones. My best friends, my mother. How will they cope? How will they feel?

81: What would you want to be written on your tombstone?

I don't want to be buried, I want to be cremated. But if I were to be buried, I'd love for my tombstone to say I left the world a little bit better than I found it.

90: One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do?

Probably pee a little. Then i assess the situation. If the mummies aren't doing anything I probably just go back to sleep. If they wanted to hurt me they would have already. Maybe they just want to chill. Besides, being schizophrenic and having had visual hallucinations before, I'd just assume they aren't real.

99: If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?

Oh god there are so many answers to this. It depends on the circumstances. If they know I'm the one talking I'd say something like "fear me for I am god". If they think the voice is God I'd say "overthrow capitalism. Use force if necessary." If everyone thinks they're just hearing voices and going crazy I'd say something like "wake up" just to stirr shit.

[angrelysimpping]

That being caught masturbating by the LIs request was super good. Could you possibly do the reverse? Like, PC walks in on the m!LI masturbating and offers to help out?

uuuuh, i added Wren and Bailey cause im a whore simp

(DoL relationships; dub/noncon, cause of course; some gunplay; simi-public sex)

Alex

You're at school, and Alex is bored.

He's finished the chores earlier than usual, there's nothing for him to do.

Nothing in the lab.

No one to call to discuss business on the phone.

Nothing.

He wanders into his room. Your room too, really. It had been ages since you'd slept in your own room.

Maybe he'll take a quick nap. A midday power nap. Yeah, he could do that.

Alex strips out of his dirty clothing, laying down in the bed.

He's starting to drift off when he rolls over, catching a hint of your scent in the sheets.

He wishes you were here.

Thoughts of you flit across his mind. Of how warm you are when you curl up next to him at night. Of how you'll press your ass back against him in your sleep. How you moan and let his hands slip between your legs.

Okay, screw the nap.

Alex starts to lazily stroke his cock, trying to mimic the way you would get him off in the mornings.

Tries to imagine it's your hand wrapped around him.

He grazes the tip with his thumb, gasping out your name.

"You called?"

Alex jumps at your voice, nearly screaming. You aren’t supposed to be home right now.

Alex tries to cover himself with a blanket, but you stop him.

“Need some help?”

Alex doesn't answer, yanking you into the bed with him.

Alex tries to take control of the situation by pinning you under him, being rough while fingering you open for his cock.

He's rougher than normal, trying to make up for the fact that his face is still burning.

Alex never wants to speak about how fast he came.

Seriously, don't speak about this ever again. Alex isn't even going to question why you’re at the farm when you should be in school.

Just, pretend it never happened, that's what he's going to do.

Avery

You’re taking too long.

Avery is sitting on the hotel bed, waiting for you to come out of the bathroom. The waiter at supper had spilled wine all over you, and you insisted on taking a shower before continuing with the date.

He's starting to get frustrated. Avery's used to already having his cock sliding into you at this point, having you gasp his name as he hikes one of your legs over his shoulder.

He's not meant to be sitting here, cock straining against his suit as he waits for you.

Avery frees his cock from the confines of his trousers, giving himself a few lazy strokes.

He leans back against the headboard, letting his eyes close as he waits.

He's too busy imagining you naked in the shower, possibly fingering yourself to the thought of him, to hear the water shut off.

He sighs out your name, only to jump as he feels the bed dip under your weight.

You're wrapped in a towel, hair dripping water onto his thighs as you settle between his legs

You give him a small smile before taking him into your mouth.

It’s not long before Avery is pulling you off his cock, yanking off your towel, and guiding you to straddle him.

It’s a turn-on for him, to have you naked while he’s fully dressed.

Avery has you ride him until he cums.

Praises you for being so good for him, but tells you not to make him wait so long next time.

Eden

His bed is so cold without you in it.

He shouldn't have let you go to town, but you had been so good. You had earned it.

You would come back by the end of the week.

Or, he'd make you.

Drag you back to the cabin and pull you over his knee.

Spank your ass raw.

Start to finger you, only to stop when you're about to cum.

Make you whine his name and thrust back on his fingers.

Push you off his lap and pin you to the floor.

Fuck you until you're crying; until you promise not to be gone for so long again.

Until-

God, he's so fucking hard.

Eden grips his dick, giving himself a slight squeeze, and groans your name.

It’s at that moment the cabin door flies open.

"Eden, I'm back from..."

You trail off as Eden glares at you.

His eyes flicker between your reddening face and his cock.

You get the hint, crossing the room and stripping as you go.

It's not long before Eden is pounding into you, growling about how you're exactly where you belong.

"Never, ever leave me," he says, making sure he's fully hilted in you as he cums, wanting to mark you with his seed as deep as possible.

Eden keeps you pinned under him, cock filling you, as he goes to sleep.

He wants to make sure you'll still be there when he wakes.

Kylar

You shouldn't be home for hours.

That's Kylar's reasoning, anyway, as he slips into your bed.

He could stay like this forever, his face pressed into your pillow, inhaling your scent.

It would be better if you were here.

If you were curled up next to him or laying out beneath him.

If it was your hand palming his dick through his pants right now, not his own.

Kylar sits up, taking your pillow and pulling it between his legs.

He pulls the bedsheets up to his face as he starts to rock against the pillow, moaning at the friction.

He should go looking for you. Find you and ask you to duck into an alley with him.

You’d look so good, stuffed full of his cock.

Kylar whines your name, the sound high-pitched and pleading, as he angles his hips to rut into your pillow.

“Am I getting replaced?”

Kylar jerks back, nearly falling off your bed.

Oh god, you’d caught him. He’d gotten too caught up in his fantasies and you had walked in on him, humping your pillow. You were going to hate him. You had to hate him. You’re-

pressing him back against your bed, pulling off his pants, and stripping off your own clothes. Straddling him, pressing your sex against his as you cup his face in your hands and you coo about how cute he is.

It’s not long before Kylar cums, his semen coating your sex as he writhes under you.

Kylar doesn’t take long to recover. Soon, he’s squirming, moving down the bed to get his head between your legs.

Robin

Robin is splayed out on his bed, gripping his dick and an arm over his face.

You'd only just left his room for the night.

He wishes that you'd asked to stay. That he had the nerve to ask you to stay.

Maybe he'll slip into your room later and see if you want to do anything.

Even if you didn’t want to have full-blown sex, maybe you’d let him fuck your thighs.

Or let him go down on you, he always enjoys that.

Your hands in his hair, the way you would moan his name.

How your legs would start to shake a little right before you came.

The way you’d look at him afterward, with so much love.

Robin doesn’t hear the creak of his door opening, the sound lost in a long moan of your name.

"Hey Robin, I think I left my-oh!"

Robin lets out a strangled scream as he scrambles to cover himself.

At least it's you and not Bailey. Just you, his partner.

That doesn’t make it much better.

He still feels like he's about to die from embarrassment, face so hot he might actually combust.

Robin is too stuck in his own head to notice as you cross the room. It’s not until you wrap your hand around his dick does he even think about asking you to help out.

“Y-you don’t have-”

You shut Robin up by kissing him, stroking his dick at a steady pace.

It doesn’t take long before he’s spilling over your hand, moaning into your mouth.

Robin is panting as you pull back, a lopsided smile spreading across his face.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” he pulls you into his bed before you can respond.

You got him off, it’s only fair he returns the favor.

Sydney

He shouldn’t do this.

Shouldn’t touch himself.

Shouldn’t touch himself under the library counter.

Shouldn’t touch himself under the library counter while thinking about you.

You had eaten in the canteen with Sydney, had started to walk back to the library with him when Winter had called you away.

You’d given Sydney an apologetic smile, said you’d meet him after classes.

And that’s fine. That should be fine.

But he can’t stop thinking about you.

You had leaned against him at lunch, your body pressing against his. Had closed your eyes and muttered about taking a nap.

You had been so warm, had smelled so good.

With the way you had pressed against him, he couldn’t help but think of what you look like underneath your clothes.

Sin. This was a sin.

But it feels so good as he presses his cock through his pants, letting his eyes close as he focuses on pleasure.

It can’t be that bad, right? If he’s thinking about you when he does this?

You, his beloved.

You had touched him like this before, over his clothing. Had whispered words into his ear that made his skin burn. Had told him how you wanted him to cum in you one day.

Cum in you. Fill you up. Have you dripping his seed.

Sydney shudders, hissing out your name as he grinds into his palm.

“Sinner.”

Sydney nearly falls over with how hard he jumps at your voice. He hadn’t heard the library door open, too lost in pleasure.

He starts to sputter out an excuse, face burning, when you join him behind the counter.

“Filthy sinner,” you say again. There’s no venom in your voice. If anything, you sound amused as start to palm Syndey’s dick.

You can’t miss the way Sydney’s cock twitches at your words.

You keep teasing Sydney, rubbing his cock through his pants.

Sydney grabs your shoulders, burying his face into your neck as he ruts against your hand and cums.

“I love you,” he mutters into your neck as he comes down from his high. “Love you forever.”

Whitney

Whitney hates having to masturbate.

That's why he has a slut, so he never has to.

He's been keeping an eye out for you all day. Had even gone to fucking maths class only for you to skip!

If he didn't know any better, he'd think you were avoiding him.

It's starting to get annoying, how horny he is.

So, he ditches his friends and slips into the bathroom.

He's already half-hard when he frees himself from his pants.

He just wants to cum and go; doesn't want to draw things out longer than necessary.

So, he breaks out his favorite jerk-off material: you.

Thoughts of you kneeling between his legs, mouth on his cock and hands on his thighs.

Of you climbing into his lap and guiding him into you. Of your nails digging into his shoulders as you ride him. Of how you'd scream his name when you got off on just his cock.

And if he growls out your name as he fucks his fist, no one will ever know.

No one's in the bathroom.

Or so he thought.

"Whitney?"

Oh, so now you show up.

He only hesitates for a moment before slamming the stall door open and grabbing you, dragging you to him.

It doesn't take a genius to figure out what Whitney had been doing.

You don't get the chance to say anything before he's pushed you to your knees and shoved his cock in your mouth.

The hot, wet cavern of your mouth feels leagues better than his hand.

You hardly even get the chance to suck on his cock properly before his cum is coating your tongue.

If you try to tease Whitney about it, he'll just fuck your mouth again.

He might get you a cheap child safety phone after this whole ordeal. One that can only call the police and numbers set in by the buyer. That way, he can call you to him when he wants.

Bonus

Bailey

Bailey doesn't have a high sex drive. When the urge strikes him, he usually ignores it.

But the urge has been striking more often as of late and becoming harder to ignore.

It's your fault.

He knows that he's becoming fixated on you.

You're just another brat, just another way for him to make money.

He shouldn’t fucking care about anything but your monetary value.

He shouldn’t.

But he'd bumped into you in the hall while you were coming back from the bathroom in nothing but a towel.

Your grip on the towel had slipped a bit, giving Bailey a fleeting view of your ass.

Now he's trying to will away his erection by doing paperwork.

And it wasn’t working.

Fuck it.

Bailey leans back in his chair, stretching out and undoing his belt.

He could let himself have this. It had been a while, and it would be good for him. Help him relieve some stress.

Bailey starts to pump his dick at a quick pace, thoughts of you invading his mind.

Bent over his desk, pressed into his bed, pushed into a wall.

He mutters your name under his breath.

That's when you happen to lose your balance, tumbling from where you had been spying on Bailey through the gap in the door he'd inadvertently left ajar.

Bailey is across the room before you can recover, grabbing you by the hair and dragging you to your knees.

His eyes bore into yours as he brings his cock to your face, rubbing its fat head against your lips and smearing it with his precum.

Your mouth opens, pink tongue darting out to lick your lips.

It's between that, the way your hot breath hits his cock, and the tears gathering in your eyes as his grip on your hair tightens that pushes Bailey over the edge.

He cums, painting your face with his seed.

Bailey ignores you as he fixes his clothes and returns to his desk.

“Payment’s due Sunday.”

You let out an incredulous laugh as you stand, but you don’t say anything as you leave his office.

He’s going to have to keep a better eye on you, after that.

Wren

Wren shouldn't be doing this, and that's exactly one of the reasons he's so hard as he undoes his pants.

He knows the dock guard’s patrol schedules, and he knows himself. He can have a sneaky wank before the guards come back around.

It’s not long before Wren is near his peak, he just needs a little more.

He casts about for something to think of, something to push him over the edge, and settles on you.

It has been a while since you've shown up to play blackjack, since Wren has had the pleasure of you sitting in his lap and warming his cock.

He lets out a breathy laugh that ends with your name.

A soft snicker comes from the darkness.

Wren still has his cock in hand as he aims his pistol into the dark, "Show yourself."

You emerge, a sly smile on your face.

Wren keeps his pistol trained on you as you approach.

He likes you, but why are you sneaking around the docks? Who sent you?

Wren doesn't get the chance to ask his questions before you're kneeling in front of him.

You keep your eyes locked on Wren’s as you take his gun into your mouth.

Oh.

Fuck.

Wren matches the stroking of his cock to the bobbing of your head, never taking his eyes off you.

He cums with a grunt, angling his dick so that his cum splashes across your face. Your eyes flutter shut as his warm seed hits you, keeping your lips wrapped around the barrel.

Wren stands there, panting and dazed for a moment before he starts to laugh.

“This why you weren’t over for cards last night, busy playing thief? Naughty thing, you are.”

Tucks himself away and disappears into the darkness.

He might keep his pistol on the table the next time you show up for blackjack.

[desthesleepdeprivedwriter]

Happy Birthday

It was 3 am, and Purpled wasn't able to sleep.

He was quietly sitting in his room, petting DogChamp while he was sleeping. Purpled eyes couldn't stop staring at the date showing in his communicator, a strange feeling slowly consuming him.

7th of July.

Purpled's birthday.

He sighed, deciding to do the same he did every year: get a small cupcake, place a match on it, and eat in the early morning. It wasn't a big deal, really.

He left his little tent, heading over towards the restaurant in Las Nevadas. It wasn't open for the public yet, but it was the only place they could have access to a proper kitchen. Purpled opened the Staff Only door, hearing the strange banging of pans and someone whispering swears. Probably another resident trying to have a night snack, Purpled couldn't blame them at all. He stepped in and stopped right away.

Well, he didn't expect to see Fundy in an apron, mixing something in a bowl and an immense mess around him.

"Uh… what are you doing here?" Fundy asked, immediately noticing Purpled's presence.

"What are you baking?" Purpled asked back, not wanting to answer.

"I asked first." Fundy replied, crossing his arms.

Purples sighed, no patience for that at the moment. "I just came here to eat something. Now, you go."

Fundy's ears twitched a little before pressing against his head. "I'm… baking a cake." He muttered, going back to mixing the ingredients.

Purpled, for a split of second, got happy with the info, but quickly dismissed it. No way it could be for him, just one person knew his birthday and Fundy certainly wasn't him.

Purpled noticed orange and green food coloring placed on the table, curiosity now flooding in. "So, did you just get a craving for cake in the middle of the night?" he played as a joke, going back to his search for a single cupcake.

"Nah, man… it's my birthday." Fundy replied, still talking in a low voice.

"No way!" Purpled said before he couldn't contain himself, getting himself into a mess as soon as Fundy stared at him, confusion all over his body language.

"What do you mean by 'no way'? It's not like being born on July 7th was a crime."

Purpled pondered his answers.

He could lie, say he didn't expect it, or that Fundy shouldn't bake the cake for his own birthday, or any shitty lie like that.

"It's my birthday too." It's what came out.

Fundy's eyes widened, then a smile appeared, to Purpled's surprise.

"Dude, that's neat!" Fundy said, now moving towards the cabinets in search for something. "Your favorite color is purple, right?" He stopped for a while, and then went back for the search. "Oh Void, that was a stupid question."

Purpled was still in place, watching as the fox picked a purple food coloring and went back to the cake making, adding more ingredients. "I just need to make more batter so we can have more cake, but it will be fine."

"Wait, wait… what are you doing?" Purpled approached Fundy, watching as he divided the dough into three different recipients. "Our birthday cake." He replied, pouring each food coloring into a different bowl and starting to mix.

"So… the colors represent us?" Purpled asked, just so he could be on the same page.

"Yep."

"Orange is you, purple is me."

"Yep."

"So, who is the green one?"

Fundy went silent for a while, and then opened a sad smile.

"Back before the revolution, when it was just us in a van… we didn't have so much money for food." Purpled didn't get the connection, so he kept waiting. "So, there couldn't be two cakes at my and Tubbo's birthday."

Fundy put each batter into a different cooking pan, putting one into the oven.

"So, Wilbur would bake a single cake, two layers, one orange, the other green." Fundy smiled a little, nostalgic. "It became a tradition, even after L'Manberg came to be."

He decided to use the other ovens in the kitchen, placing the other cooking pans.

"Each year, we had our birthday together, no matter what. Even if we were angry at each other, or we had to hide from the big bad dictator. One time, I had to enter his presidential office to force him to take his head out of the papers."

Purpled just listened in silence, quite in awe. Fundy was really someone that had lived through a lot, and somehow, still held on to little comforting traditions. It must be nice, having something like that.

"But… since L'Manberg has been gone…" Fundy sighed. "I kinda haven't celebrated my birthday. I decided to try this year." He laughed quietly. "And hey! This time I have you! It's not so pathetic."

Purpled chuckled, nodding along. "Well, it's the first time I celebrate my birthday with another person. It's not pathetic."

Fundy beamed, still in a good mood, and took the cakes out of the ovens. He waited for a little while, staring at Purpled, who just stared back. "Don't you think you are going to just watch. Come here and help me."

Purpled shrugged, taking a place right beside Fundy. They stacked one cake over the other, and started to decorate.

Minutes later, they had a somewhat pretty cake.

"It works." Fundy says, after thinking a little.

"It's the first time I decorate a cake, so it's beautiful."

"Eehh… At least it will taste good. It has chocolate." Fundy pointed out.

"Aren't foxes allergic to chocolate?"

"Irrelevant ."

They finished the icing and contemplated their creation before Fundy grabbed the plate, leaving the kitchen and hoping that Purpled would follow him, which he quickly did, even if he didn’t know where.

“If I ask where are you going, will you asnwer me?”

“I mean, it’s not only our birthday, is it?” Fundy contemplated as they passed the toll booth, making Purpled think a little. Yeah, it wasn’t only their birthday.

“Hey, so… Can I call someone else?” Purpled asked, communicator in hand already.

Fundy didn’t even finish saying yes and Purpled was already typing someone’s name into his contact info, waiting for just a few seconds until the other person answered his call.

“Punz? I need you to come over. Now.”

Meanwhile, Fundy was standing in front of a wall of lava. The heat was almost uncomfortable and was definitely unwelcoming. But Fundy had to come back home before Yogurt woke up, so he had a schedule to fill.

“Yo, Tubster!”

No replies.

“Cut the scene, I know you are there!”

Still no replies.

“I can literally see your shiny armor on top of the outpost, you idiot!”

Seconds of no answer, and then the lava started to go down. And so there he was, Tubbo Underscore, with the entire glory of someone who hasn’t slept in the last 2 days. Fundy knew that look pretty well.

“Why do you have a cake?”

Not a hello or good night. But Fundy was used to that.

“Do you know what day it is today?”

“Uuuuh…… Juuuuuunee..?”

Fundy waited to see if Tubbo was joking, all that was left it was silence.

“Tubbo…. That’s a month.”

“But it's the right month.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Are you sure of that, boss man?”

Fundy just stared, kinda worried for Tubbo, cake still in hands. “Today is July 7th.”

“Hm…”

They just stood there, Fundy being able to see the cogs turning in Tubbo’s head. Finally, it clicked. “Oh fuck! Today is July 7th!”

“Yes it is!”

“It’s our birthday!”

“Yeah!!!”

“Holy shit… I haven’t celebrated it since…”

Tubbo shut, eyes unfocused. Since L’Manberg was done. Since last time, at a tiny office with the height of presidential work on his shoulders.

“I know, I haven’t either.”

They faced each other again, and it was different now. It was a look that only them could have, suffering all of that. The cramped days at the van, L’Manberg, Schlatt, New L’Manberg. They could say something about it, some apologies, some “I missed it”, but they weren’t like that.

“I have a couple of cookies and regen potions at the back. Want me to get a couple of them for us two?” Tubbo smiled a little, trying to get back to their old routine.

“It's us three. There’s another birthday boy outside.”

“Wait, who?”

Purpled conveniently walked towards Fundy’s side, giving Tubbo a little wave. “Make it four, actually.” He showed the communicator. “I called Punz, also a ‘birthday boy’” He made quote marks in the air.

“Why do so many of us have the same birthday?” Fundy asked to no one in particular. Tubbo just shrugged, but Purpled had something to say about it.

“I mean, it’s not my actual birthday. I have no idea of when my birthday would be in this world.” He casually said, antennas slightly glowing in the night. “So, I just decided to snatch Punz’”

“Dude, I wish it was this easy to change birthdays.” Tubbo said, thinking. I’d change to something like…”

“4/20.”

“Fundy, you’re a genius”

“I know.”

Purpled smiled a little listening to them talking. It was comfortable, somehow, being part of something like that, even for one night. “I should have gone for 10/10” He added to the talk, taking out some blocks and starting to build a little desk for them to place the cake, outside of both Las Nevadas and the Cookie Outpost. Tubbo laughed, thinking about other funny birthdays while automatically helping. Fundy placed the cake on top of the desk, just staring.

“Wait. We have orange, purple and green. What’s Punz’ color?”

Purpled thought about it, but Tubbo already had a solution “The icing is white. He is white. Solved.”

“I’m what?”

Punz appeared out of nowhere, probably from an enderpearl. “You’re white, like the icing.” Tubbo explained.

“Also, you’re a birthday boy.” Fundy helped.

“There’s four of us” Purpled finalized.

Punz just stared at all four, letting out a sigh and taking off his armour. "Really, Purpled? I thought you were in trouble.”

“I’m never in trouble, you should be smarter than this.”

“You just… decided to throw a party?”

Purpled shaked his head, pointing towards Fundy. “It was his idea.”

Punz looked at the other two, they were arguing over the number of candles. Fundy wanted to put only four, Tubbo wanted to put as many as it could fit. For a moment, Punz could see two different people there, fighting over stupid shit as a third one just stared, amused. It was so familiar, but so different. It hurt.

“But hey, you don’t have to stay if you doesn’t wa-”

“Get me a chair, it’s free food.”

Purpled smiled, a real one for once, and gave him a chair.

The four of them sat on the table, Fundy being the one to stood up after finally settling with a normal amount of candles on the cake.

“Ok, now we sing.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“We ain’t singing, bossman”

“It’s sad if it's for ourselves.”

“It’s not??”

Purpled saw this banter would drag until sunrise, so he picked a bottle, catching everyone's attention.

“Lets keep it simple, boys. Happy Birthday to us.”

Punz gave him a small smile back, grabbing a potion for himself. “We made it through another year, what a win.”

Tubbo laughed to himself, joining the toast. “Still one life left, gotta keep like that until next year.”

Fundy was the last one, a grateful smile on his face. “Glad we have each other this time.”

“If the cake is good, I will come to next year’s party.”

“So it was nice meeting you, Punz.” Tubbo joked, making the rest of the table laugh a little.

And there they stayed until the sunrise slowly appeared in the distance, bathing them in a golden, lazy light.

“Damn, this was fun.”

“Not the best cake, but I’ll come back.”

“Fuck off.”

Tubbo was asleep on the table, finally able to relax. Fundy poked him, with no reaction.

“I can carry him inside, don’t worry.” Punz guaranteed, getting up.

“Thanks man, I have to go before my kid wakes up.” Fundy smiled, getting the empty cake plate.

“You have a kid?”

“Yeah, his name is Yogurt and that gremlin needs to be kept on a leash.” Purpled interrupted, earning a weak slap from Fundy. “Shut up, my kid is not a gremlin, he has just a lot of energy.”

Punz laughed, picking up Tubbo like a sack of potatoes, still with no response. “Thanks for the party, guys.”

Fundy smiled back, waving. “Happy birthday, Punz.”

“Happy birthday, boys.”

And they walked in opposite paths.

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[necros-writing-stuff]

(Uuuuh, tw for a/b/o, inc*st, noncon, shitty writing, and implied somnophilia. May or may not be working on a version where Whitney actually likes his cousin. Also, no editing, I'm dying like the parasite babies I forgot existed before fucking off to Alex's farm)

The ride home from the airport is hell. Whitney's mother keeps asking you questions about your life, about the rest of the family. You babble on and on about how you're the top of your class, how everyone in the family is doing great, how you've already got a place at a university reserved for you when you're finished with your year of travel. Whitney's in the back seat of the car with you, but he can still see how it makes his father's hands tighten on the steering wheel each time you open your mouth, each time you remind him how his own son is nothing but a disappointment. 

Whitney stays quiet, using all his self control to not lash out. His parents always compared him to you, 'why can't you be more like your cousin' this and 'your cousin would never' that. 

Then there's the fact that you're a beta. Someone Whitney is supposed to naturally be better then. 

Sometimes it makes him want to scream. 

Whitney's mother ushers you into the house, leaving Whitney to help his father carry in the luggage. 

"Your mother's made plans to go out tomorrow," his father says, "as a family."

"I have plans."

"Cancel them."

His father doesn't give him a chance to argue, grabbing a bag and taking it into the house. 

Whitney grumbles to himself, dragging in the rest of your things. 

Oh, of course they put you in the guest room right next to his. Can't be free from you for one second, can he? 

"Just in case you need anything" he catches his mother telling you as he drops you things off, "Whitney is right next door."

Whitney's about to say something about not being a nanny when his father catches his eye, frowning. Fine, he'll be a fucking nanny.

You sound breathless as you thank his mom, your face flushed and eyes a bit too bright. Maybe you're getting sick? Fuck, would he be expected to take care of you if you got sick? Probably. 

Whitney ducks out of the room before his mother can try to get him to talk to you. There would be plenty of time for him to suffer on whatever "family outing" his mother had planned. 

Whitney locks his door, stripping to his underwear and getting into bed. He's got no reason to be awake. Normally he'd sneak out of the house, smoke a bit in the park with some friends. But no, he gets to be dragged around town, show you all the sights, or whatever. He knows he won't be able to get out of it, might as well not feel like shit from being sleep deprived.

-

It's 2 a.m. when Whitney wakes up, rock hard with the smell of omega in heat permeating the air. Whitney's initial reaction is shock. What shit for brains omega in this hell hole of a town isn't 

on suppressants? The wave of lust that rolls over him stops him from following that train of thought. 

It's not the first time Whitney has smelled an omega going into heat. There had been times at school, when someone screwed up, forgot to take their suppressants. Usually the signs of pre-heat would have the omega sprinting to the nurses office before anything really happened. 

There had been the time Whitney had seen an omega tackled in the park, whimpering as an alpha had dragged them off. Whitney had been curious enough to watch as the alpha claimed them, snapping at any passersby. He’d enjoyed the scent well enough, but hadn't tried to have a go. Sure, the omega had smelled good, but not good enough to fight over. 

This is different. Whitney's not sure if they could describe the scent even if they wanted to. Somehow familiar, but strange, different. 

Whitney's out of bed before he even registers what he's doing, following his nose until he's standing outside your room. 

Oh.

You? You're an omega? His shitty perfect cousin, who everyone compares him to? And you've gone into heat?

The nob turns easy in his hand. You've left it unlocked, in a town like this? But Whitney doesn't dwell on the question as he approaches your bed. 

You're curled up, already built a nest and everything, eyes squeezed shut and whimpering as you rub yourself through your pajama shorts. 

"Pathetic."

You jump at Whitney's voice, try to hide yourself in your nest but to no avail. The bed dips as Whitney climbs in. 

"D-don't," you try to say, but Whitney's amped up pheromones are making your brain go hazy. 

"Everyone thinks you're so perfect, but you can't even take care of yourself." Whitney pulls at your clothes as he speaks. You try to fight him but your attempts are weak. "Talking about how fucking smart you are, can't even remember to take your suppressants."

"D-didn't know," you manage to get out, losing the battle to keep your shirt. 

"What dumb fucking omega doesn't know when they're going into heat?" He's got your shorts down to your knees now, and you are more focused on covering your groin than trying to get them back. Slick is already coating the inside of your thighs, making your underwear cling to you. 

"Didn't know! P-presenting. Now. First t-time!" Your words are jumbled as Whitney pries your hands away from your crotch.  

The words make Whitney pause and for a moment you think the nightmare is over. That whatever had possessed Whitney to climb into your bed has left him. Your hope is crushed as Whitney gives you a wicked smile, wrenching your arms above your head and pinning you. 

First time! Whitney was going to take your first time! His stupid, perfect cousin! The one everyone fawned over, and he was going to ruin them!

He manages to gather your wrists in one hand, using the other to strip you of your underwear. Your scent is even more powerful now that you're fully exposed. Whitney's surprised no one else has come to investigate, but who is he to complain?

You're crying as Whitney frees himself from his own clothing, but you're no longer fighting him. You seem to have resigned yourself to your fate. 

Good, you've already started to learn your place. 

Whitney doesn't bother to give you any kind of preparation. You're leaking so much slick that there's already a wet patch forming on the bed.

Besides, he wants it to hurt. 

“You know, Everyone always talks about how you’re so perfect, how it's such a shame that you’re a beta.” Whitney hooks one of your legs round him, giving him better access to your hole. 

“Immagine what they’ll think when they learn you’re just an omega bitch.” Whitney's cock presses against you, your breath hitching as he nudges against you. "That all you're good for is spreading your legs for your betters." 

You go rigid under him, eyes wide, mouth agape, a he cock is forced into you. Even with your heat putting your body in the ideal state to take a cock, nothing could have prepared you for this. You start to writhe under him, whining as Whitney forces himself into you. 

"S-stop. Whit, please," your voice is a strained whimper, barely audible even in the relative quiet of the room.

"Shut up," he growls, leaning down to lick your neck, dangerously close to your scent gland, "or I'll do something you'll really regret."

His threat makes your blood run cold. He wouldn't really do that, would he? But he's already done so much, you don't doubt he would take it further. 

Whitney's hips meet yours as he finally settles fully inside you. 

"You're so fucking tight," he groans, starting to pull out. "Sure you're in heat? Not just some shitty beta begging for cock?" 

He doesn’t wait for an answer, slamming back into you, making you cry out. Whitney sets a bruising past, taking no regard for your comfort. The room soon filled with the lewd sounds of skin slapping skin and your cries. 

Fuck, you're too loud. At this rate the whole neighborhood was going to show up, thinking he was killing you, let alone his parents. Whitney wraps a hand around your throat, cutting off your air supply. 

You struggle on instinct, only stilling when Whtiney gives a low warning growl. 

Whitney keeps growling insults about how wet you are, how you obviously want his cock or you would be fighting harder. As if he isn’t keeping you from moving. As if he didn’t threaten to claim you if you didn’t let him do whatever he wanted. 

But your body doesn’t seem to care.

That's the worst part, the pleasure building in your gut, your body responding to Whitney’s in a way that leaves you disoriented. His movements in you become less painful as your body adjusts to him, his cock hitting a spot in you that makes your vision go funny, makes you glad you can’t make much noise with Whitney choking you. You don’t even realize that you’ve started to jerk your hips in half hearted attempts to meet his thrusts. 

The edges of your vision are starting to become fuzzy as Whitney's knot starts to catch in your hole. When Whitney pushes in and can no longer pull out, he lets go of your wrist, opting to force your legs open a little wider so he can grind against you easier. 

 You grab onto the hand around your neck, grip weak as you try to pry it off. It takes everything in you to keep trying when Whitney snaps at you, but you can’t breathe.

The hand on your neck disappears, only to be replaced by Whitney’s mouth. He bites at your scent gland, hard. It sends a wave of overwhelming pleasure though you, even as you're tears start anew. 

He’d claimed you. Whitney had claimed you, just like he’d threatened. And the worst part was you couldn’t even bring yourself to fight him, just crane your neck so he could have better access to scenting you. The attention he lavishes onto your neck driving you to orgasm. 

It’s the tightening on his cock that finally sends Whitney over the edge, his cum painting your insides as he continues to grind against you until fresh tears start to run down your face from overstimulation. 

“Can’t believe you got off during your first mating, fucking slut.”

His words feel like they are coming from far away as  You struggle to keep your eyes open. You groan low in your throat as Whitney shifts, his knot tugging at your hole as he makes himself comfortable.

"Marked….me..." its difficult to speak, toung feeling thick.

"I didn't use teeth, idiot. How the fuck would I explain that?"

You try to point out that you'll still smell like him. That you'll reek of his pharamones, but your words get stuck. 

You let yourself slip into unconsciousness as you feel Whitney start to grind against you again. 

You guys are spoiling me with this content. All those kinks in one?

This is very good, anon, thank you for sending it in!

[cinnamonest]

Yoooooo some corruption (sorta?) kink thoughts here

Sometimes I wanna be like the “hell ya let’s have some kinky smex right here, right now in the kitchen :)” and other time I’m like “pls no, am virgin. Ring first, then sex”. Uuuuh I might be too into corruption kink (not sure if that’s what it’s called but like you know, the big bad wolf yandere taking advantage of the sweet smoll red ridding hood darling) where the yandere tryna get some but the darling with teary eyes are underneath em and looking up at em and whimpering something along the lines of “I only want to do it after we get married” or something like that. I feel like ZhongLi is the only one who’s going to honor it because he likes the thought of marrying them corrupting them. Venti def going to be the type who just hears it and forget about sex because his brain go like brr they said they wanna do it AFTER they get married...THEY WANNA MARRY ME!!! Proposes right then and there. Diluc prob would reluctantly stop his advances and buy em a ring the very next day while scheduling their wedding in three days alwhile talking about their wedding plans that same day darling whimpered about marriage while darling sucks him off. Then we have Kaeya and Childe who would 50/50 agree to the terms of marrying then sex but 100% be a whiny manchild. I can see Childe being more likely to honor darlings wishes but forced em to set sail back to his hometown the very next day. Kaeya is, I mean, I don’t really see him as the type to think about marriage? Hell definitely want it but prob want it more for owning his darling rather than domesticating(?)/feminizing his darkening into a submissive housewife/lover. For Xiao, I think you’d need to explain to him what the romanticness(?) behind sex after marriage and explain how some humans love it for him to not shove his big pp inside you lol. For Razor, lol marriage what that, his pp hard. Human marriage take too long, sex now lol. But yeah, yandere like Diluc and Childe if they did reluctantly stop themself and withhold themself for a few days and wait till marriage are def going to be 10x rougher on sex with their darling, even if it was their darling’s first time, bc they waited for a few days too long lol

Well I'm going for soft yan here since hard yans don't exactly... care about consent

Oh yes I feel like Zhongli would almost kinda... fetishize marriage? It IS a contract after all, he views it as an ownership thing. He has the patience to wait and the anticipation and buildup of the whole process -- it's a turn on in its own way, it's part of the process of what makes the sexual experience so rich and honestly, makes it better. He definitely has the most self control out of the bunch, too. Venti ya would just... ascend tbh. He wouldn't have quite the sexualization of the whole process but he'd absolutely want the symbolization of love factor.

Kaeya and Diluc both see it as an opportunity, more or less. Like, oh, a legal contract to bind you to them? Why would they complain about that? Diluc's more likely to actually wait (although he pulls strings to ensure you essentially get married within 24 hours), Kaeya whines and basically pulls the "well we'll get the contract done anyway, might as well go ahead and just-" yeah, he's kinda like that. And yeah, Childe kinda ships you back with him, probably can get married faster in his home since he's a citizen, but would also be kinda pushy.

Im dying imagining trying to explain the concept of marriage to Razor like... imagine you go your whole life observing these animals whose way of life is meeting for .5 seconds, fucking immediately, and then spending the rest of your life together. Also keeping in mind that your life consists of hunting, sleeping, walking around etc so sex is like the best and most entertaining thing in your world. Now someone comes along and is like no no you have to get all these pieces of paper signed and have this big ceremony! Poor boy is just like no that's the dumbest thing he's ever heard of why would you intentionally put off sex?? Why do you humans hate yourselves so much?? Why do these things to yourself poor bb does not understand

Also imagine him thinking you're referring to like. A physical impossibility when you say "can't". Like poor baby thinks, hah, for once he gets to be the smarter one that knows more because you're all "we can't have sex until this paper is signed!" But he's just, no no, you can, it's possible, here he can prove it--

Xiao is similar like listen... He canonically displays disdain for human conventions of normalcy and custom plus his understanding of sexuality is literally just pp --> vageen so he just huffs and gets irritated. His logic is something along the lines of, marriage was a convention designed to ensure loyalty and caretaking on the male end so like? Do you not get that you already have those things? Like do you think you're gonna have opportunities for any sort of disloyalty locked away or that he'd ever do the same thing considering he's the most asocial little bastard? Probably gets all pouty in his own way.

[limetimo]

RAB fics (6-13 aug)

A Good Life by kkwide So Hermione gets yeeted from Malfoy Manor to school year 1977/78, adopted by Abeforth Dumbeldore for cover story which is already pretty rad, and yeah it's not an Everyone Lived AU there are some unexpected deaths. Regulus/Hermione endgame

1 New Match! by mcplestreet wooo! texting fic! James and Regulus match on Tinder and hit it right off. Regulus is trans and doesn't talk about his fam so James cannot be blamed for not connecting the dots between his bf (boyfriend) and bf (best friend). V cute! I love lily

The Highest Form of Betrayal by star boy Lyn (LyncisLikeTheStar) bro is it immoral to kidnap your trans baby brother/best friend/boyfriend on the eve of his 18th birthday if you're afraid for his life

Meetings That Start In The Dark by writingamarie I'm agh. SO GOOD. Watch out for pretty horrible child abuse, Walnut and Onion are truly deranged in this one (but believably so). There's also the very lovely swapping of Black brothers personalites where Regulus goes from overlooked second son who can pretty much run his mouth to the most careful lil bean out there, and Sirius who's a shy kid but grows moxies and a big mouth after making friends with his Gryffindor roomies. anyways slowburn jegulus but the romance doesn't even start until very late in the plot which i also like

All The Lonely People by tinyscales AAAAAAAAaaaaI can't believe accidental baby aquisition jegulus AU is something we've been blessed with

I Sleep with the Dirt by Fire Glow by Grey_Kenaz A part of Regulus' sould latched onto Sirius and when Dumbled was researching Horcruxes he figured it out so they pulled Reggie out of the lake and now Regulus wants to gnaw on people kinda but he's getting better and Voldy is going to regret not killing him properly when he had a chance

The Secrets of Regulus Black by Josiem Secrets. Regulus has them to keep his loved ones and himself safe. if only everyone stopped being so nosy

the bridges we burned (and the home we built) by star boy Lyn (LyncisLikeTheStar) AAAAAAAAAAAA so very good. Regulus secretly reconciles with Sirius and is secretly spending time with his/their friends when he can and also Jegulus is in the oven and Walnut is arranging marriage

rewrite my heart (let the future in) by secretpersona this fic gave me permanent brain damage I CAN NOT see a fluffy white cat without going "soup :)" Pandora/Regulus and Emma Vanity owns my heart

The Past is The Present, The Future is The Past by DearOurMoony I'm. AH. THE CONCEPT. THE PREMISE. the execution. regulus does a do when he dies and now he shows up in 16yo James' dreams to give him little hints and pushed in the right directions so that he can win the war before too many people die. James accidentally starts dating NewTimeline Regulus lmao

Burning Doves by TowardTheStars you can see the author improved a LOT between the first and the newest chapter which is really cool in on itself but also unrequired Regulus/Snape (Regulus is pining Severus is just friends) and uuuuh can't wait where it goes

unbreakable heaven by battlehamster james wants to date but Regulus' been hurt really badly before so he just wants to smash (but secretly he wants to date)

A (somewhat unconventional) Black Family Getaway by Trex_patronus :D

it's brutal out here by dracoladon, lazywonderland not regulus but ugh must be my new most favourite hp smut, it's Draco/Charlie sub/Dom just putting it out here

[mchi22]

i was tagged by @artificialpawsertives but somehow forgot 2 actually mention that when i posted this !! anyway hi bestie!!!

Name: alex or mchi (-: i dont really prefer being called one over the other

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Favorite Band/Artist: uuuuh lol idk. i like 100 gecs and a lotta stuff released by emma essex but i dunno that id say either of those are my favorites

Last Movie: ok so ive been thinking on this for like 5 minutes and i have no idea lmao i dont usually watch movies bc my attention span is Bad<3

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When Did I Create This Blog: early 2015 i think.. dark times

What Do I Post: i just be posting shit my dude ! the 2 constants u can count on me posting are rtvs and half life/hlvrai, but i also post abt video games i like and also my best friend fin fin (-:

Last Thing I Googled: i almost always google stuff in incognito for some fucking reason but the last thing in my actual google search history is “vrchat sdk”

Other blogs: mchi-art which is my art blog, w-e-b-k-i-n-z which is. my webkinz blog lol and xx-kandicore-xx which is my scenecore/old web/general aesthetic blog. i have other blogs i dont usually use like colorpicked-flags which is bc i love making pride flags colorpicked from various things, and then i have some urls im just keeping as a treat like dj-y0nd3r, leisuresheetthatbecomesabag, and piki-seal but i dont really plan 2 use any of those lol

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Instruments: like.. musical? i played clarinet for 3 years in middle school but i Hated it

What I Am Wearing: camo pants, the walking dead t-shirt (i dont even like twd anymore but i Have the shirt so i might as well wear it yknow), and sneakers. yes im wearing shoes in the house leave me alone

Dream Job: id say entomologist but like i literally have no idea what thatd entail.. am i making new bugs? new bugs just dropped? look forward 2 it.. but aside from that hear me out. i think itd be fun 2 be like someone who wears a silly mascot suit (-: i already like, want a fursuit and its basically just the same thing but u get paid, right? anyway this WILL be me

Dream Trip: if not just Go Visit All My Friends, oh my god i want 2 go 2 west virginia and go 2 billy bob’s wonderland

Nationality: american 😔

Fav Songs: this is too broad and is putting too much pressure on me so instead im going to offer some of my favorite songs that i have maps of in osu

lagtrain, lapfoxed forever, energy synergy matrix, guitarmass

Last Book I Read: i dont read stuff !!!!!!! i guess the handmaid’s tale? which i read over a year ago for english class?

Top 3 fictional universes I'd like to live in: i can Not think of 3 so im just gonna say pokemon bc i wanna see deoxys.. silly guy

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[strawhatpoofy]

Knuckle from the Chimera Ant Arc of Hunter x Hunter is the pinnacle, the peak, the pure definition of being a himbo. He is buff, strong, intimidating, and the softest motherfucker on the planet. He’s literally surrounded by puppies at all times, wants to go to the NGL to SAVE THE ANTS!!! And his ability is literally a nen bank wtf?? And y’all can fight me but APR is cute hehe (it is time! you’ve accrued interest! and the wowowow as they grow in size i loce it iLOVE IT). Shoot literally says “Well, I know Knuckle well enough to know he has already p much sworn his entire bloodline to these two kids after knowing them for a full 24 hours so I can’t really trust him to take our mission seriously anymore” LIKE. THATS MY FAV PART IN THE ARC. Knuckle who yells at Killua and Gon for not getting enough sleep, who literally bursts into tears when getting complimented. AND MY FAVORITE PART!!! Knuckle who wears high waisted, wide leg trousers 😫🥵. He’s my literal dream man????????? Like what more do you want than a himbo with a strangely 80’s aesthetic? Seriously I think of shirtless Knuckle in his high waisted pants three times a day at least. He’s just so perfect and The Best Himbo ever. He brings bags of dog food to the park as he waits for his nightly fight with Killua and Gon; he immediately takes on a big brother role with these two kids tryna beat the shit outta him. He just cries so so much. He befriends fuckin uuuuh chameleon guy (whose name i don’t remember rn oops!!! he feels like a zack tho). Knuckle is just So Good and I will be writing blurbs n stuff about him at another point in time I just wanted to remind everyone what a God Tier Himbo hxh provided us with. Thank you for coming to my TedTalk.