#i talk a lot about writing for a dude that's never had the guts to publish but i choose to view this as a form of hypnotic self suggestion

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i jammed out 900 words today and i'm FEELING BOLD. might even have an entire chapter that's a reasonable length, for once.

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Dude, I just— I made a Tumblr account to follow you JANDKSND and ask for a request 🤧🤧

Can we have some of Kyley-B x reader? 😵‍💫 I would like to read a cliché of the innocent girl and the bad boy who incites her to do illicit things (with smut, of course). 🙏🙏🙏🙏

Heeeeeyaaaaaa my first request! ❤️

I am so so so so sorry for taking so long to get to it. Really need to make my writing more speedy and efficient.

Hope you liked it, and once again, really damn sorry 😭😭😭

Also, a belated merry christmas/happy holidays to everyone!

Kyley-B x Reader - trinitrotoluene

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Summary: An innocent librarian's whole views on the world - as well as her guts - are rearranged when she takes into the equation South Park's resident New Jersey asshole. And she wouldn't have it any other way.

Warnings: Explicit Language, Explicit Sexual Content (everyone involved is above the age of consent), Penis In Vagina Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Semi-Public Sex, Doggy Style Position

A/N: Gods was this one hard. I never imagined writing Kyley-B would be this hard. Props to everyone who has managed thus far, because this guy wrestled against me in my mind for the whole 14 pages of the Google Docs and even now that I'm posting it I'm not sure I actually won.

I tried my hardest to put together what an adult version of Jersey Kyle would be if he really donned the mantle. Hope I did him justice.

The story of how my life changed forever was rooted in New Jersey, but happened nowhere near there.

When I applied to work at the South Park Public Library, I thought it would be an easy task. Library work in a small secluded town, in a day and age where people mostly forgot about physical books due to the convenience of Kindles or their own phones? How hard can it be? Turns out, very. The place greatly suffered from a lack of useful employees, so I ended up doing a lot of extra work that had nothing to do with what I was hired for, with no extra pay, when the salary was already not that stellar to begin with. Not a great headstart for a fresh-out-of-college English major such as myself, but it was this or the 7/11.

Days like that one kind of made the whole thing worth it, though. Summer weekends in the middle of July, when all the students were on vacation and people lacked the urge to read in favor of other activities, and the only people that would actually visit the library would be soft-spoken loners who just craved the social connection but at the same time didn’t want to chase it. In those days, I was able to just sit back on my chair at the reception counter and take full advantage of the amount of books around me, reading to my heart’s content for almost a full eight hours and getting paid for it.

Such a situation is how I found myself at that particular moment. Curled up as well as I could get in my tiny office chair, my shoes forgotten under the desk in favor of the comfort of being barefoot, yet another book in my hands that wasn’t part of my enormous ‘To Read’ list. It was all cruising up to be another quiet and peaceful day, just a few check outs and some small talk.

Except it wasn’t.

I heard the sizzling of a dynamite’s wick before seeing a full blown atomic bomb. Loud squeaky sounds of sneaker soles trudging across the hardwood, strings of profanities being spewed with each step, followed by the shocked gasps of some of the people seated nearby and their hurried movement as they got out of the way in every direction. Noise like this would usually have me kindly remind its emitter of the setting around them and beg for more silence, but as I raised my eyes from my book, I knew it would be of no use.

Already in front of the counter was one of the most obnoxious-looking men I had ever seen. His blazing curly red hair was slicked back with an obscene amount of gel on it, to the point where it made me wonder if it just started to stay that way after his showers. I couldn’t see him from the waist down, but he was wearing a loose fit wife beater, showing off the muscles of his arms in all their ‘glory’. A golden chain dangled around his neck, clearly fake, the paint already chipped in places where its links connected. His tanned skin already looked out of place in the cold town in the middle of the mountains, where its citizens were mostly pale due to never seeing enough sun to actually get a tan to begin with - but this man was just a few shades away from orange, painfully artificial, he’d stand out like a sore thumb no matter where he was.

“That’s right, you better fucking go, bitch!” The loud addition to my peaceful workplace called out angrily, looking over his shoulder, finishing up his threats on the last bypasser he could before turning his face forward again, which finally let me take a good look at his features. There I saw which had to be the only real thing about him - intense olive eyes that glinted with a fire unknown to me, pure passion and energy, the type that could either burn someone to the ground or keep them warm and safe in the winters. Right now, however, they could set the entire library ablaze by sheer feral glares alone.

I hurriedly scrambled to adjust my position in my seat and rested my book to the side of my computer. “Good afternoon and welcome to the South Park Public Library, restrooms are at the end of the first corridor to the left,” my explanation was kind and gentle, accompanied by a gesture of my hand in the general direction I spoke of.

“I don’t wanna know about no fuckin’ toilet,” the man spat, as if me merely opening my mouth to say something that was of no use to him was enough to make him angry beyond measure, “I’m here to return this.”

With an unneeded display of strength that made all the other items in the counter shake slightly, he slammed a book on it in front of me, his hand staying splayed on top of the cover, allowing me to see that his fingers were fully decked out in fake gold rings in the same fashion of his chain.

Even without seeing the full thing, I recognized that book immediately. My eyes widened. If I was to be honest, I didn’t even imagine the guy in front of me was capable of reading to begin with - and the book he brought was such difficult literature, even I struggled with it at first, so to imagine he deliberately checked that one out and allegedly read it to completion flabbergasted me.

I forced myself to blink and reel back from my shock before continuing the interaction. Get it together, I told myself mentally. My mother told me all the time to never judge a book by its cover - even if that defeated the whole purpose of book cover graphic designers to begin with -, and this was what I was doing right now; letting my prejudices get in the way of what could be a healthy interaction with a fellow bookworm.

Lightly, I placed my hands on the sides of the book and pulled it slowly towards me, letting it slide under his palm, which I avoided touching altogether lest it make him more angry. “Of course, sir,” I managed to assemble a gentle smile on my lips, trying my best to not let my previous thoughts show up on my face.

“Don’t call me sir, I’m not that old,” this complaint was slightly less persistent, but I was still not about to test his limits on it.

“Of course… Mister,” the word in that context sounded way too weird to me, but it was better than the two alternatives of either insisting on ‘sir’ or just not calling him by any title at all, “I’m just gonna need your library card, if you have it on you right now…”

His hand left the counter to retrieve something in his pocket, before swiftly passing to me a tiny rectangular piece of plastic - his library card, the old design of them at that, which meant he had it for quite a while now. My eyes narrowed as I scanned it, my brain multitasking with my fingers typing his card number on the database, and I found myself repeating the information out loud. “Alright, let’s see… Kyle Br-”

“Kyley-B,” his correction came harsh and immediate, stopping me from saying even one more letter of his government name, “And don’t you dare forget it.”

I really hadn’t. It wasn’t like I didn’t know his name, everyone knew it well - he was an infamous face in town. Originally from New Jersey and carrying with him every single terrible stereotype about the place, the man before me caused trouble wherever he went, having very little regard for anything that didn’t concern himself, and yet expecting everyone else to show him the respect he lacked for them. He had actually been in South Park longer than I did, but apparently what was said held true: you can’t take the Jersey out of someone.

“M-My apologies… Kyley-B,” I tried my best to abide by his request and use his nickname in a sentence no matter how ridiculous it sounded, while still typing on the computer to avoid enhancing his anger in any way, “It’s all set. Feel free to peruse the collection if you’d like to borrow something else.” Please don’t was the thought that came right after.

He nodded curtly, taking the card from me to put it back in his pocket, and I noticed his shoulders relaxing a little. Apparently, me being polite and understanding appeased him greatly, like he had understood that I wasn’t one of the assholes trying to get him pissed or something. For as long as I was respectful, I’d stay out of the path of destruction. I could swear I saw the intensity in his eyes shift a bit - but I avoided staring too long, both in fear of getting him angry again and in slight embarrassment at the thought that he might notice me doing that. “Thanks. I think I will.”

Leaning back in my chair and picking my book back up in my hands, I figured that was that. Kyley-B would go off somewhere looking for trouble and I’d be back to my silence and my reading. Yet I didn’t hear the same noises I had when he arrived; no cursing, no loud shoes, no nothing. When I raised my eyes again, he was still there - leaning towards me with his forearms on the counter and a curious expression on his face.

“Do you… Need any help?” I inquired, slowly placing the book on my lap and rolling the chair closer to the desk so he wouldn’t believe for a second that he didn’t have my attention.

A smirk curved his lips as he eyed me up and down. “Nah, just… Perusing.” 

Well, now that’s a word I would never hear out of the mouth of a Jersey guy.

“Okay…” My fingers nervously tapped the cover of my book. “If there’s anything I can do for you, then-”

“There is, actually,” his body swayed slightly as he shifted his weight on his feet, “Has to do with my phone. You can put your number in it.”

Another jolt of bewilderment crossed my features. Allowing myself to focus my eyes on his again, I then understood what it was I saw on them earlier. Attraction. Now that he wasn’t angry anymore, Kyley-B was allowing himself to see me as a woman instead of Personal Enemy Number Ten Thousand. And he made no attempt to hide that he liked what he saw. The blood ran to my cheeks and ears before I could compose myself, my body clearly not accustomed to such unabashed interest. “E-Excuse me?”

“Your number, baby,” he repeats as if it’s nothing, “Could say I’m tryna make a movie with you here, but you clearly rather have your erotica in book form.”

What kind of Jersey asshole even knows about the word ‘erotica’? “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

A ring-adorned index finger pointed towards the book on my lap and I froze. I had deliberately chosen the version of this book - a rather obscure piece of erotic literature, the first of a series - that had a more passable cover, absolutely nothing in it that could give away its themes, in a way that they could only be known by someone who already knew the title. And there was no way Kyley did, right?

“I’ll tell you right now, stop at the first one. The sequels are garbage.” Kyley did. He shook his head with his own advice, like the memories of having to go through the continuations of that book brought stress back to his mind again.

My hands quickly grabbed the book and tried to hide it behind my computer monitor, away from his eyes, but the damage had been done. I tried to retort, but the words got stuck in my throat, coming out as gasps that enhanced further my petrified face, my wide eyes and the intensifying blush in my cheeks and ears. 

“Cat get ya tongue?” Kyley teased as if reading my mind, his upper body leaning over the counter so his pointing finger could brush softly against my cheek, “Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me. I’m no blabbermouth.”

Still I took a bit to relax and believe his words. This was a small town, gossip spread as easily as the snow fell, it would be hard to show my face anywhere without having jokes hurled towards me about being a ‘closeted freak’. Which was extremely far from the truth, to be honest - that genre of book was not amongst my most read, I was as vanilla as they came, it was literally an unfortunate circumstance that led to anyone finding out about this.

The fact that Kyley-B was so uncharacteristically decent and understanding about it too, despite the initial teasing when he was hitting on me, threw me off even more. He had no reason to help me, and he was notorious for being unhelpful, so this was odd behavior on his part. My mind raced with reasons as to why that would be, trying to make sense of the madness - maybe he had secrets of his own, or maybe he just understood how it was to be the subject of unsavory discussions everywhere he passed. Either way, I found myself thankful for his actions.

Eventually, I let out a deep sigh, my lungs almost hurting as I did. “Thank you… Kyley.” I murmured, nodding slowly, my eyes shining with the gratitude that I couldn’t express with words without sounding corny.

He brought his hand back to himself, and I looked at his face again, seeing the exact same intense expression as before. Maybe, in my slight delirium of trying to build up Kyley-B as an actual human being with thoughts and feelings instead of your stereotypical Jersey playboy, I had imagined it faltering.

“That’s something I like to hear,” the flirtatious tone of voice was back with a vengeance, “Now, about that phone number of yours...”

And just like that, I was avoiding his eyes once more, my hands drifting down to fidget with the hem of my skirt absentmindedly, making me look even more suspicious. “I… I don’t know if that would be appropriate.”

“We only have to get inappropriate if you want me to,” his smirk grew. His voice didn’t even drop in volume as he said this, like he was completely comfortable with talking to unknown women like that - which he probably was, “We can just go party, have a couple drinks, make some noise, shit, whatever it is you like.”

Whatever it was I liked did not involve any of the things he mentioned. “I… I’m afraid I might not be the ideal person for that.” As I tried to let him down easy, I felt a striking pain in my chest; like the act of refusing made me uncomfortable, like I somehow wanted to accept it, even though it didn’t belong to me at all. “But thank you for the offer.”

“‘Not ideal’? What the fuck is that about?” He retorted, and for a moment I thought I might’ve riled him up again - but, although he was still loud, he didn’t seem angrier. More so confused about what I said rather than the circumstances of it. “I’m inviting ya, ain’t I? How the fuck is that not ideal?”

“It’s not the invitation!” I was quick to respond, “It’s just I don’t think I’m the right kind of company for all that… I’m sure there’s better people in town who would love to go clubbing with you.”

“Well, I’m not inviting those other people, I’m inviting you!” It was clear the insistence would not wane anytime soon. He rubbed his eyes with his palms for a bit, his mind trying to come up with a solution, before taking a deep breath and looking at me again. “How about some coffee, or tea, then? You into that?”

My eyes widened in surprise and he probably knew he struck gold there. A coffee shop was much more up my alley, but never in a million years would I imagine the likes of Kyley-B in such an environment - somewhere with no alcohol, no loud music, and where fighting was not tolerated. “I… I am, yes.”

“Coffee it is, then,” his tone was every bit as comfortable as he was when he mentioned partying, “Just gotta avoid that one place near the movie theater. Tastes like shit and the owner is a piece of garbage.”

A small giggle left my mouth. I had been to that coffee shop and knew its owner personally, it wasn’t hard considering the town was pretty small. For once in his life, Kyley-B was right, even if I personally wouldn’t phrase it all like he did. The business was probably only kept standing due to the fact people were too used to it by now, but it was the one place where I wouldn’t mind seeing a Jersey-level rage outburst take place. 

My reaction was stifled by a glare Kyley shot at me, his eyebrows furrowing as he tried to understand if I was laughing at him or with him. “I’m sorry! It’s just… I don’t like that place either.” I admitted, immediately scanning the library hall with wide eyes, trying to see if there was anyone around that could’ve heard me say that. 

His expression relaxed and he nodded. “You ain’t gotta be so shy, you know,” he commented, his tone slightly more serious, “If you have your truth, then you gotta just say it. It’s how we do it in Jersey, and it works!”

It didn’t really work, but I wasn’t about to question him, not when the structure of his message was in the right place. My whole existence happened inside strict lines ever since I was a kid, I was one to keep my opinions to myself and rein in my actions to keep myself palatable to the people around me. This lifestyle had me sheltered to a fault, but until that moment I was fine with it; going through life avoiding trouble kept me healthy and safe, and I didn’t want to jeopardize that. However, Kyley-B’s advice still held some sort of water, and I found myself willing to hear more, even though it came from such an unreliable narrator.

“I know, I know… I just didn’t want anyone to hear me say that. It feels weird.” I shrugged.

“Well, maybe if that place wasn’t so trashy, you wouldn’t have to complain about it, it’s exactly what I am saying!” He retorted, the serious edge in his voice gone and replaced by the usual annoyance. “And I keep telling people that, but they won’t listen!”

With every passing millisecond, Kyley-B managed to confuse me more. While a part of me was stuck on the still present image of the annoying jerk who only knows how to pick fights and be rude to others, another part slowly took form; one that was intrigued about that man, knowing that although he could be a little too much, he was still completely true to himself, which is more than what can be said about a lot of the people around me. Right now, he carried his actions like a motorcycle zig-zagging through the traffic of my mind. Its destination? The inside of my skirt. 

“I’ll keep that in mind… Thank you.”

Kyley-B nodded with a smirk, content that I wasn’t disputing him like people usually seemed to do. Though something told me that even if I did, I still wouldn’t be subjected to the same type of verbal abuse others would if they tried that. “Now, back to that coffee…” 

I then managed to notice that we weren’t alone in our conversation anymore when a hand sneaked from behind the Jersey man, tapping his shoulder a bit. Immediately my brain was blaring sirens, the word ‘DANGER’ being transmitted by every one of my neurons. “Excuse me, sir?” Another male voice called out, well-mannered enough, yet still firm.

Kyley-B immediately turned to face the unknown third party, his eyebrows furrowing and whole expression hardening into anger. “What the fuck do you want? Can’t you see I’m in the middle of something here?”

Apparently the stranger had very little regard for his life, because he didn’t back out from the rude display, their tone instead becoming louder and more insistent in retaliation. “Well, your ‘something’ needs to happen somewhere else, because I have to check out this book and this is the only counter available!” He lifted his hand to show Kyley the book he was holding, as if that would drill the information into his skull.

All it did was make him more angry. He quickly snatched the book from the client’s hand, throwing it with such force it managed to hit the wall farthest from us, before stepping closer to the stranger and crossing his arms in front of his chest. “What the fuck did you just say to me?”

The client was stunned for a second, both from his book being thrown and from the sudden inferred physical threat. “What the fuck is wrong with you, dude?” Through his shock he still managed to spit back, trying his best to mirror Kyley’s body language and tone; but it’s hard to be as violent as a guy from Jersey. “Can’t you see you’re fucking wrong? Back off!”

“No, you back off!” Kyley used both his hands to push his adversary away - the other guy stumbled backwards a few feet, but luckily didn’t fall. However, the Jersey man was quick to breach the freshly created distance with hard steps. “I’ll fucking teach garbage like you not to mess with me!”

Right in front of the stranger again, Kyley cracked his knuckles and squared his shoulders. The other guy straightened his posture and balled both fists at his sides, prepared to strike the Jersey threat right back if it came to that.

Mustering the small courage I had in me and having to force my fear-frozen legs to move, I ran from behind the counter towards the two men, putting my hands on their shoulders and praying to all deities that my presence would make them back off instead of turning me into a casualty of the upcoming brawl. “G-Gentlemen, please, don’t…” My voice was thin and desperate, reflecting the state of my mind as I tried to diffuse this situation to the best of my abilities, “There’s no need for any of this! Please, calm down!”

Luckily, they heard me well enough, and my guess is having to acknowledge the presence of a woman put a damper, however small, in their urge to clash. For a moment, our little group was completely silent except for the heavy breathing noises coming from the three of us - the two men furious like bulls about to strike, and me in terrified anxiety over the situation. They maintained a quiet staredown for what felt like forever, and I knew that if they were telepaths, the offenses they’d be mentally hurling at each other would contain curse words that could make a sailor blush. Then Kyley-B did something I didn’t even think he could physically do - he took a step back from a fight.

“Screw this noise,” he huffed, before turning his face to me again and making a gesture with his arm that beckoned me to accompany him somewhere, “Come on, can’t fucking talk in here without a shithead butting in.”

“W-What? Come on where?” My hands gestured desperately towards both my counter and the client in front of Kyley, who the redhead was now clearly ignoring as if he was nothing more than a decorative piece of the library, much to the other’s confusion, “I mean, I’m working right now!”

Before I could stop him, he walked back to the reception and reached over to the space of my desk, his hand clumsily scattering a bunch of the items on it before he could retrieve what he wanted - a small desk sign that just said ‘Be Back Soon’. He placed it firmly on top of the counter, the text facing him. “There. Now you ain’t.”

Kyley-B didn’t even allow me to put my shoes back on before he grabbed me by the wrist and started taking me away from the reception. I sent the other client one last apologetic look over my shoulder as Kyley dragged me, his sneakers louder than ever as he brought a barefooted me all the way to the farthest hallways of the library, down the always empty and slightly dusty Latin Literature section. His hand only loosened its hold when we stopped walking completely. Place was empty except for me, him and one of the trustworthy metal library carts, containing an assortment of books that needed to be delivered back into their proper shelves.

When he put both his hands in his pockets, I realized that now, away from the reception counter, I could see the lower half of his body. Even though he wore a belt, his acid wash denim jeans still hung a bit low on his hips - when his shirt shifted slightly, I could see the top of his boxers’ waistband peeking out. A look that normally would have given me pause when it came to a guy, but at that moment, what paused was my gaze, that I had to forcefully tear away from the region as I imagined what he looked like minus the outfit.

“Fucking finally. Can’t stand those hicks sticking their nose in business that ain’t theirs.” He spat, looking over his shoulder a bit towards the direction from which we came, like he was still trying to send his message to the other man who couldn’t even hear him anymore. 

“I guess...” I didn’t really want to continue dwelling on what just transpired; Kyley’s anger was still fresh - was it ever not? - and the last thing I wanted was for him to decide to head back and finally start what he was about to before I intervened. Besides, from our small interaction in the reception desk, I had learnt that he had a ‘not complete jerk’ side to him that was much more tolerable to be around.

“I swear, people in this town stress me the fuck out. Gahbage, all of them.“ He shook his head and with that, finally turned his face back to me - his expression was still intense, but at least he wasn’t completely pissed off anymore, and a hint of that cocky flirtatious grin had returned to his lips. “Well, not all. But enough about that bullshit. What do they call you around these parts?”

The way he asked for my name sounded weird to me, but I guess that’s the type of sentence someone’s got to use when their name is ‘Kyley-B’ and they refuse to be referred to as anything else. “I’m Y/N.”

‘Y/N, huh? That’s hot.”

Of all the adjectives he could have chosen, he went for the one I had never seen used before to describe a name, especially mine. “What do you mean by that?”

Kyley frowned a bit in confusion. “I mean it’s hot, what of it?” The answer came with a dismissive shrug, as if it was obvious and I was dumb for even having something to question. “Your name is hot, you’re hot, there’s not much else to say.”

My mouth spoke before my mind could catch the words this time. “Well, that’s a surprise.”

His frown intensified and I put my hands over my lips, the mistake getting to me. “And what do you mean by that?”

“Well, it’s just, I’ve seen you around,” my brain cells worked themselves into overdrive trying to find a way to say it that didn’t sound accusatory, “With some girls, and…”

Lively laughter that almost seemed to rumble the books on the nearby shelves interrupted my train of thought. “Oh, so that’s what this is about?” Kyley ran his fingers through his own hair - it almost didn’t even move due to the sheer amount of hair gel. “Don’t ya worry about it, baby. I like the covered up look too. You’re really pretty.” 

He eyed me up and down slowly, still grinning, as if he truly appreciated what he saw. I looked down at myself as well, taking in my outfit - a loose-fitting blouse, a skirt that ended just barely above my knees, my bare feet that were earlier covered by a pair of flats. Miles away from the style of the women that I’d seen Kyley-B have in his arms - women who wore clothes with much less fabric, shoes with much higher heels, makeup with much more vibrant colors. Women that dressed like they wanted the attention, in the way that Kyley’s personality denounced the same thing.

Yet that Jersey man still looked at me like he wanted me in a much worse way than he’d want any of those girls, beyond just flirting for the hell of it or so he could add another number to his body count. And I was eating it up despite myself - having the undivided attention of Kyley-B in a somewhat private setting like this, instead of fighting other women for it at a club or something, was deliciously feeding into my ego, and it took everything in my mind for me to remind myself that this was my job and I was working and there is no way anything can happen and oh my lord his eyes are so gorgeous.

My eyes drifted to the floor, suddenly very interested in the nail polish on my toes and the small creases on Kyley’s Jordans. “Thank you…”

 “See? This is what I’m talking about.” One of his hands made its way to my chin, tilting it upwards just enough to bring my attention towards his face again.“That’s the fourth time you’ve thanked me now. Makes me wanna actually give you something to be thankful for.”

Now forced to look at him - honestly, I don’t know how ‘forced’ I really was, considering I made no attempt to dodge my head away from his hold -, the fire reddening my face was on full display for Kyley, a sight that made his smirk widen.

“There’s no need for that,” I murmured, though the little vain monster in my heart yearned for him to continue talking about me like that, to continue making me feel actually interesting, “It’s just… who I am.”

He stepped closer, keeping his eyes on mine. “Who you are? I wanna know all about that… Inside and out.”

My nervous hard swallow was audible. I was sure I could boil a kettle using only the heat radiating from me at that moment. His voice was dripping with desire; the double entendre almost making the air around us crackle with how charged it was. Despite my whole body presenting all my real feelings, my personality still clamored for some semblance of that decorum that Kyley-B was trying to make slip away. "I don’t know… I don’t think we should…”

“Why not?” This time, there was no anger in his voice as he questioned me; its volume had dropped lower, matching the ‘private’ nature of the conversation. “I’m into it, you’re into it, I don’t see the issue.”

I could’ve denied, said he understood everything wrong and I was just being polite, thanked him for his time and left that place with my decency intact. But I was always a very bad liar, and there was no denying the way my heart beated like a drum with his proximity, how my face got beet red just from our simple conversations, or the way I eagerly paid attention to every word that came out of his mouth.

Why was I feeling so drawn to his offer anyway? Was it the forbidden aspect of it all, the knowledge that I’d be going wild and letting loose while still maintaining the looks of a productive member of society? Did I internally enjoy the attention of someone who usually went for women that had nothing to do with me in either appearance or personality? Was the savior complex acting up again, the ‘I can change him’ mentality? All of the above would lead to the same outcome.

Another thing that really led me towards the path of surrendering to Kyley was the fact that, during all of this, he still hadn’t touched me in any way that was inherently sexual, despite all of his verbal advances. He was still waiting for my consent, exhibiting atypical patience, which made me believe he would’ve been okay even if I legitimately rejected him - the thing he couldn’t take was me hiding myself from the both of us, my attempts at masking my interest, and that’s why he was still pressing the issue. He wanted to take me, but he also had to make sure I wanted to be taken.

“Come on, baby… Talk to me…” His voice dropped even lower as he took the final step towards me, our bodies inches from each other now, “Wanna know what’s going on in that pretty little mind…”

The deep shuddering breath I took brought to me the smells of old books and some very strong cologne, the latter of which I could easily imagine on my pillow. “Need you…”

His hands grabbed both sides of my face and he pulled me into a fierce kiss, groaning into my mouth once we collided. His lips were surprisingly soft, likely due to a religious application of chapstick, but the kiss as a whole was still rough in a figurative sense; tough, possessive, everything that man was now being transferred to me through the clashing of our mouths, basically demanding me to respond in kind.

Which was something I didn’t even know I could do. I wasn’t necessarily a virgin, but that doesn’t mean I was all that seasoned, either. My years in university weren’t necessarily the great breeding ground for sexual experience that they seemed to be for everyone else - turns out all the other English majors were more interested in reading about steamy affection and whirlwind romances rather than actually living them. 

So that moment with Kyley-B, in the back of my workplace, was the first moment of my life I actually felt desired - like my whole presence did something for the man in front of me, something he couldn’t ignore. And I found myself in equal measure wanting him as well, entranced by his untamed nature, like a tiny wild side of me I didn’t even know existed was slowly coming to life now that he was close enough.

We needed to have each other. So, letting my last sliver of rational thought become dust and settle on the books in the shelves around us, I kissed him back, my hands resting on his shoulders and gently bringing him even closer. Kyley’s hands tightened around my waist and he pushed me backwards until I felt my ass lightly hit the library cart, hearing the faint squeak of the wheels as they moved a bit from the slight impact. His tongue led mine in a sensual dance, one that I initially didn’t know the moves to, but that quickly became second nature under his expert tutoring. His hips pressed against me and I was a bit glad to notice he was clearly affected too, seeking whatever friction he could get by grinding his bulge against my lower abdomen. 

Both of us had our chests heaving heavily when we pulled back in need of air, and that’s when I realized my whole body was trembling with a mix of nerves and anticipation. “Please…” was all I could manage to say, and I didn’t even know what I was begging for; for Kyley-B to calm down, to keep going, to do more, to bring me somewhere else or take me right there. Just whatever it was that would calm down the heat on my lower abdomen, since I knew only he could take care of that now.

“You really know your magic words, what a good girl,” Kyley murmured with his mouth still inches from mine, his words teasing, but with an undertone of praise. One of his hands slowly drifted down from my waist, pulling up the fabric of my skirt a bit just so it could slide under, a feather-light touch making its way towards my inner thighs until it settled right over my clothed pussy - the material already thoroughly damp from just his previous contact.

Two of his fingers traced my slit over my panties before they stopped right on top of my clit, applying slight pressure to it before rubbing tight firm circles over it, the fabric of my underwear providing even more friction against my extra sensitive bundle of nerves. My teeth dug into my lower lip as I stifled my whimpers, squirming quietly under Kyley’s teasing moves.

“You’re real wet, ya know that?” He moved his head so that he could whisper in my ear, his teeth grazing my earlobe. The tip of his tongue then slowly traced the outline of my ear, a seductive gesture that sent goosebumps through my whole body. “Love to see it. Basically dripping for me.”

His digits moved back lower between my thighs, tracing me yet again, but the pressure on my clit wasn’t missed for long, as his palm was now flat against it, applying a bit of pressure and moving just barely to still keep me sensitive. He pushed my very damp panties to the side, a finger now circling my entrance, the small wet sounds it made almost deafening to me, proving Kyley’s previous claim without a doubt.

When he pushed his index in, I grabbed hard on the library cart handle, making it rattle a bit with the sudden movement. My breath hitched with the sudden intrusion, and Kyley chuckled in satisfaction, his face lowering to my neck. The pleasurable pain of the bites he started to place on the sensitive skin came in tandem with his middle finger also plunging inside of me, all the way to the last knuckle.

Kyley-B wasted no time before curling his fingers in a come hither motion, pumping them in and out with a type of strength that made my whole body shake with each push inward. My hips moved towards his palm in sync with his ministrations, subconsciously trying to get extra friction on my clit. 

Despite never having seen me before, it was like he had a complete map of my body in his mind. He knew exactly what to do at all times to make me feel good, and handled my body with a type of care that I would never expect from the likes of him. My worries about his nature or his intentions were gone with the wind; he could be whoever he wanted, as long as he’d continue laying his passion on all the neglected erotic parts of both my body and spirit. Soon my nails started making scraping noises against the metal of the handle, like I wasn’t just holding on to it, but also to the last little bit of my sanity before Kyley-B would kick me right into the deepest ends of pleasure.

Then suddenly, it stopped. His fingers withdrew from me and he took them to his mouth, cleaning my whole arousal out of those digits as he sucked on them. Not saying a word, he then used both of his hands to hike up my skirt completely so that it would be bunched up on my waist, immediately pressing his body against me again while his fingers drifted to the side of my panties. With a fierce tug that would’ve made me lose balance if not for his presence, he tore the damp fabric clean off, dropping it on the floor near our feet.

“What… Why did you…” I stuttered a bit as I looked up at him with my mouth hanging slightly open, looking every bit needy and desperate for him, absolutely pathetic in my yearning for the touch of that man.

His response came as a series of quick yet sensual kisses, the last one prolonged by the soft pulling of my bottom lip between his teeth. “Think we’re both gonna like it a lot more if you cum on my cock, baby,” he cooed, “And ya want it too, right? Don’t think you’d want to come all the way here just to get two fingers in.”

My head moved in a meek nod. My brain would’ve normally scolded me for agreeing so easily to words like these, so overtly sexually charged, but I couldn’t exactly lie to Kyley, either. I wanted him to fill me up. Taking in my agreement, he pulled back just a bit so he could make quick work of the belt and buttons in his jeans and pulled both them and his boxers slightly down, just enough for his cock to spring free. 

A lot of times, when people see feisty men with boisterous personalities, they like to say that those men are compensating for a lack of something. Kyley-B absolutely was not. He had the inches and the girth to back up every single aggressive display and explicit word that left his mouth. I pressed my thighs together, both in a gesture of fear for my poor pussy and also as a way to create some sort of pressure in the area that could calm me down until he would finally give it all to me.

My light squirming did not go unnoticed by his ever observant olive eyes. For all his violent behavior, he was still a really sharp individual. “You can take it,” he stated in a way that left no room for questioning, “I’ll make sure of it.”

Kyley took my lips back in his as his hands then moved from my waist to my ass, the unfamiliar sensation making me gasp against his mouth. He kneaded the soft flesh a bit, feeling it around. Then, without warning, both his hands delivered hard smacks to each side of my bottom, and I broke the kiss with a loud high-pitched yelp - the sounds almost echoed in the quiet library. He immediately started rubbing circles with his palms on the areas he slapped, as if trying to soothe them, contented groans rumbling in his chest. His next sentence came as an order. “Turn around. Need to feel this ass on me.”

I spun 180 degrees on my feet without a second thought and he pushed my back unceremoniously, making me bend over the library cart in front of me before shoving my head down towards it so that my back would be even lower and my ass would be in a more prominent position. My face landed on its side on one of the books that I was supposed to put back in place - Don Quixote. I had the feeling that by the end of my encounter with Kyley-B I too would be crazy enough to fight windmills.

I could only hear the noises his shoes made as he settled properly behind me, the hand he had used to shove me now placed at my back, putting slight pressure to keep me bent. He held his cock with the other one, giving a few light taps with it on my ass, and I just knew his gaze was burning into me as he watched the soft flesh jiggle a bit. When he positioned himself to start dragging the head across my slit, gathering up my already plentiful arousal and spreading it around even more, I whined and bucked back a little with my hips, the library cart under me rolling a bit as well. 

Immediately the hand that had been resting on my back moved to my ass and grabbed it fiercely. “Damn desperate for my cock, are ya, baby?” I could almost hear the smirk in his lips as he said those words, “Don’t worry, Imma give it to ya… And you ain’t even gonna need to thank me for it…”

Fortunately Kyley-B did not make me wait much longer after that. He was all about that instant gratification, and my submissive behaviour fed right into it. He traced my slit a few more times with the tip of his cock before pushing it fully inside of me in one swift motion, taking advantage of my wetness buildup. 

Another yelp from deep within my throat, this time accompanied by a deep grunt from Kyley-B’s. Both his hands grabbed my hips with such ferocity it felt like he was trying to get his fingers to break through my skin - but he’d have to settle for them just leaving a couple bruises. The stinging sensation deep in my walls as they stretched around his cock was like nothing I had ever felt before; worse than it felt when I lost my virginity, yet it was better, as in, actually good. I took a deep breath, hoping the air coming inside my lungs might help ease the burning somehow.

“Fuck, you’re so fuckin’ tight,” Kyley-B grunted behind me, his tone of voice faltering for a moment, becoming less brutish than usual - he was lost in the feeling of being inside me just as much as I was on the feeling of taking him. “Gonna end up ruining ya… If I’m not careful…”

He already had.

His grip steadied on my hips as he pulled away from me, before slamming all the way back in, giving me no time to calm down as he quickly settled into a steady pace, each thrust burying his cock to the hilt inside of my cunt. He was so big I could feel his tip hitting my cervix, constant jolts of pain coursing through my lower abdomen with each hit - yet I didn’t feel any urge to bring myself away from it or make it stop. It was the best pain I had ever felt in my life, which is a sentence I never thought I’d put together. 

Before I knew it I was letting out loud pleasure whines, my perception of the environment around me slowly being lost. Kyley still seemed to maintain his for a bit, though - to stifle my noises, he quickly shoved his index and middle finger inside of my mouth, almost all the way to the third knuckle. As if on cue, I started sucking on those digits and swirling my tongue around them like it was second nature.

“Fuck, girl,” he groaned with a husky voice, “If ya pussy wasn’t this fuckin’ good I’d be using my cock on this great tongue ya got instead.”

His other hand grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled it with reasonable strength, making me gasp and bringing my head up - my mouth opened wider and I could now taste the brass of his fake rings on my tongue as he pushed his fingers all the way inside, having the surprising care of positioning them in such a way that they wouldn’t make me gag, while I continued to work on them.

He didn’t keep my noises muffled like this for long. Soon he seemed to realize it was of no use and we were already loud anyway; so he let go of my hair and my face immediately fell forward, his fingers leaving my mouth with a wet noise and slight pain to me as his rings clumsily hit my teeth from the sudden movement. His hands slapped both sides of my ass again and I yelled with full force of my lungs - now that I was free to make noise, he seemed interested in testing my ability of it, and I could swear the squelching noises my pussy made with each of his thrusts became louder as he sped up a bit.

With each potent snap of his hips against my ass, my whole body would jerk forward and cause the library cart to hit the tall wooden bookshelf right in front of me, shaking the whole thing up and making it bang against the wall behind it. Heavy hardcover books rained from the shelves, hitting the parquet floor with loud thuds.

Completely immersed in the pleasure the Jersey man was giving me, I failed to notice the danger I was in, of a book striking my head and knocking me out cold. I only realized that situation when all of a sudden Kyley-B had the whole weight of his upper body against my back, his harsh breathing on my neck sending shivers down my spine while his arm moved at the speed of light to backhand a falling book out of its path towards our bodies, sending it flying a few feet away like it was nothing. He hissed between his teeth, likely from the pain of the smack, but didn’t voice any complaints besides that, his pounding against me not faltering for even a second.

I adored the new sensation. Though I was almost fully trapped against the library cart, him leaning on top of me like this was strangely comforting, seeing all of that oppressive strength being used for my protection. Kyley-B clearly took care of what was his, and at that moment, that’s exactly what I was.

Best as I could, I sneaked one of my arms over my shoulder, my hand clumsily grabbing a fistful of his gelled up hair. He grunted roughly against my neck, apparently not used to being touched like that - maybe it was usually the other way around - but making no move to stop my awkward attempt at a caress either. His thrusts slowed a bit as he stayed like this for a moment or two, before he straightened his posture back up with his chest away from my back and gave my ass another slap, picking up speed again - maybe that was his way of taking for himself the smallest bit of control over the situation I held for a bit. 

Not that I minded. Him taking charge was all that I wanted at that moment. Not a single useful thought graced my brain while he fucked me senseless, all of my neurons hyper-aware of how his cock felt when it pushed against the most sensitive spots inside of me and not much else. Everything was Kyley-B, the world around us irrelevant, merely a void environment that could absorb all of my moans and screams of pleasure, as well as the squelching and slapping noises of his thrusts, with no repercussion. Even the swear words he grunted every so often now sounded like music to me; because it came from a place of intense pleasure, which I was giving him, so he could curse as much as he wanted near me as long as he’d do it in that lascivious tone.

Kyley’s thrusts became even quicker and more erratic, as if he couldn’t bear to have a single inch of himself not buried inside of me for any amount of time. He bullied my walls and my cervix with wild abandon, and I felt myself tensing up under his chest, my toes curling against the hardwood floor as my body braced for the impact of the release that his cock was about to give to me. 

He noticed the physical aspects of my buildup and a hoarse chuckle cut through the sounds of his hips slapping against me. “Gonna cum for me now, are ya, babe?” He murmured huskily, giving the lightest of taps to my ass, an action that felt weirdly reassuring. “Told ya it was gonna be better with my cock… Go on, let me see ya…”

My eyes rolled almost to the back of my head and I let out a cry that made my whole throat quiver as the most intense orgasm of my life crashed on me like a tsunami, my spine arching and making my upper body press even more against the cart under me. While I whimpered and trembled through the ripples of pleasure in my system, Kyley-B grabbed my hair again, pulling my head back some more as he used the newfound reins to jackhammer into me with my cunt clamping fiercely against his cock, trying to make it a permanent attachment to my body - a very smart decision on its part, really.

Despite riding my climax out to the fullest, I did not get any time to catch my breath - Kyley-B’s attack on my walls had already started to cross the line into overstimulation, making me whimper from the continuing massage on the extra sensitive region, before he suddenly withdrew from me. Although I already had way too much everything considered, that action surprisingly made me legitimately angry for half a second - I missed him inside of me. His breathing shook and faltered while thick jets spilled over my ass and lower back, his seed warm against my skin.

As he came down from his high and his breathing became more steady, I heard him reach inside of his pocket again, then felt the slightly rough sensation of lace being rubbed against me - he was cleaning up his release with the very same panties he tore away. Seemed thorough about it, too, as he took his time and by the end of it I didn’t feel sticky anymore. Yet, the knowledge of what we did had painted my body forever, the warm sensation still very much psychologically present, even if I was physically ‘clean’.

I looked over my shoulder just in time to see him stuff the panties in his pocket. The normal confusion I’d exhibit if seeing such an act did not grace my features, either because I was too fucked out to care or because I actually liked it.

He tucked his softening cock back inside of his boxers and closed the buttons and belt on his jeans before leaning towards me again, this time to put his nose to the side of my neck, inhaling my scent sharply while his arms wrapped around my waist.

”Did so fucking well for me, baby. You were so damn good.” Kyley-B whispered against my skin, his voice once more taking that less rowdy tone I heard earlier. Hearing it again, in a full sentence this time, sent shivers down my spine - different shivers from the ones that had coursed through my body earlier. Like I could catch a glimpse of the man behind the fake tan. He made sure to leave one tiny nip at my skin before pressing a kiss right on top of that region - a surprisingly soft kiss, like he was now trying to be careful with me.

He stayed like this for a little more before straightening up again and letting go of my body, giving my ass one last playful slap, chuckling as he watched it jiggle. “You’re the real deal, Y/N,” the Jersey playboy voice was back at full force, “Let’s go out sometime. I’ll call you.”

Which was a weird thing to say, considering I hadn’t given him my number at all, but for some reason I just knew that was the least of his problems. He knew where I worked. He’d find a way, and I’d give him as much direction as I could for that.

As soon as I couldn’t hear his footsteps anymore, my knees gave in, and I fell right on them, letting the library cart hit the now much less packed bookcase a final time. My hands clung to the side of it with what little strength I had in my body, that still felt like it was made of jelly. I could’ve fallen asleep right then and there, the exhaustion from the unfamiliar ‘exercise’ getting to me. Dozens of books laid around me on the floor, waiting to be put back in their places, but I decided to just make that a problem for future me, instead choosing to let my muscles catch a break.

When I finally managed to pull myself together enough to return, alone, to the reception desk, I realized I was in deep shit. Every single set of eyes in the location turned to me, wide and horrified; apparently, the whole time I was with Kyley-B back there, my clients at the library were frozen in place listening to the whole thing. I tried to avoid my shame by looking elsewhere, but then my eyes rested on a decorative piece of mirrored glass at the wall; I could now see myself clearly. My hair was messed up beyond belief from all of Kyley-B’s pulling, my whole makeup was smudged - with special attention to the huge pink blur of lipstick around my very kiss-swollen lips -, my shirt was creased everywhere. Not to mention that now my underwear was hanging out in a New Jersey man’s pocket, leaving me totally commando. And I had a few more hours of my shift ahead of me.

It didn’t affect me as much as it should.

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Surprisingly enough, I did not get fired from my job after that. My guess was they knew they couldn’t find anyone else who could put up with the extra work that had nothing to do with my appointed position, not for the money I was paid. So I got to stay.

What did happen was the influx of people at the library augmented significantly. This did not mean a proportional increase in the number of books checked out, however - it just meant way too many people were suddenly interested in Latin Literature, and my workplace became a lot noisier.

Dividers by @cafekitsune

[66sharkteeth]

OH MAN LET'S GET BACK INTO WEEKLY THOUGHTS, SHALL WE? I got told I gotta up my social media game for work so gonna be attempting to breathe some more life into these places.

Anyway... Weekly thoughts, ep 198!

Hey have you guys realized yet that my favorite genre of horror is body horror? I especially love body horror that manages to be unsettling or disturbing without being gory. And yeah, I'm sure this isn't that bad to a lot of people since there's absolutely no blood or guts, but I'm delighted that I see a handful of people saying it kind of fucked them up to see Jericho in this condition.

Also appreciating people acknowledging that while this backstory doesn't justify everything he did, it definitely explains it. I've talked about this a bit in the CoB discord server, but I think everything that happened at home with his brother did traumatize him and dude definitely needs therapy for it, but the lab is what broke him and made him a villain.

Now as for Claude... My precious stupid bird whom I love writing. Hm. I think one thing I do wanna clarify is like... when Jericho told him to become a blank, it wasn't an order like a lot of people seem to think it was. I think it's important to remember that the line before that (in a previous episode) was "What can I do to make you trust me?" so when Jericho said "become a blank" it was more like... "lol idk become a blank ig" with the expectation that it'd never happen. Kinda like telling someone "idk, give me a million dollars" when they ask "how can I help?" Jericho definitely didn't realize the power he had over Claude at that point (nor how unwell Claude was mentally).

Another thing I'd like to point out that I don't think anyone picked up on is the difference between an earlier Claude backstory ep and this one.

Ep 140:

Vs. Now:

He finally found the ONE person he cares about and he can't return it as long as he's human. Given that, everything he did wasn't a very hard decision for him.

[trialbywombaat]

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Kinda hoping Make Me Write is open end

Omg, I am so sorry it took me so long long to respond to this. I've had almost no time this last week for any kind of downtime 😭😭😭. Please accept this nice little chunk as an apology:

So he swallowed his nerves and started typing. Hey Tommy, this is Buck. I just wanted to say I'm sorry again about last night. He read it over, trying to evaluate his message. It seemed like a safe enough opener. It wasn't like he'd be taking any real risk by sending it through. For a moment, he felt that same mix of push and pull he'd felt the night before at the bar. The battle between his instincts to follow wherever Tommy would lead him, to take anything Tommy would offer, and the rush of fear and uncertainty he'd felt that everything was too much, all at once. The sense that he'd been about to open a door without any guarantee that he was ready for what was on the other side. He wasn't going to let fear win again. He pressed send. Then immediately closed his phone and shoved it in his pocket. With any luck, Tommy would be too busy to reply just yet, and Buck would have another few hours before having to go through all of that all over again. The waiting might be bad, sure, but at least the ball wasn't in his court. He'd just managed to open his laptop and type in his password when he felt his phone buzzing against his leg. So much for a shot at peace. His heart was hammering at a hundred miles a minute, and he didn't even know it was Tommy texting him back, yet. For all he knew it was just spam. But...no. It wasn't spam. No need to apologise, the message read. Buck waited with baited breath as he watched those stupid, gut-wrenching three little dots bounce up and down as Tommy kept typing. Then more words popped up on his screen. Are you okay? Buck snorted out loud, and shot back a message without thinking. That's the million dollar question, isn't it? He was tempted to leave it there. Surely he'd already been brave enough for one day. But he wanted - needed - to talk about everything. And he wanted to talk about it with Tommy. He typed his next message out slowly, more purposefully than the last. He hoped that Tommy had something else to do and wouldn't notice how long Buck had spent typing. It's just that I've never hooked up with a dude before. He almost shuddered when he re-read the message. Swapped out 'dude' for 'guy', and then 'man'. Closed his eyes hard, so hard it hurt, as though that would help anything. And strongly reconsidered his choice of the words 'hooked up'. But then, what else would he say? That he's never met a man that he's wanted so badly before? That he's never kissed a man before, never been so intoxicated by a single kiss that he followed said man into a bathroom stall and almost immediately fallen to his knees and - and... It was the memory of kneeling on the bathroom floor, completely frozen, his eyes locking on Tommy's as if in silent plea, that had him pressing send again. Before he could even steel himself for a response, he was interrupted by the ringing of the school bell signalling the end of recess, and just moments later, the sound of shouting coming from down the hall. He heard a crash that was almost certainly chair being thrown across a classroom. And then all hell broke loose.

I'm having a lot of fun with this game and finding it really helpful, so I figure I may as well keep it open as long as people want to request things for.

Make me write

[howlingday]

Dig if you will this scene: here.

I know there's no one-to-one connections, but which RWBoys would best fit the scene?

Persemblance 4 Gilded: Ski Trip Gone Wrong

The sun is going to set soon... Should you ask somebody to accompany you down the slope?

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-Ask Yang -Ask Blake -Ask Pyrrha -Ask Emerald ->Ask the guys

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You decided to ask Neptune, Cardin, and Somewhat to ski with you...

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You and the guys enjoyed your time together on the mountain...

Neptune: Considering we've been hitting the slopes for about two days straight, I think I've gotten a lot better. (Sighs) But, of course, just when I get the hand of things is the moment we have to leave. Happens every time...

Somewhat: Oh, what should I do...? I'm going to be head-hunted by the pros... I already have an exclusive contract with Coal & Sons!

Neptune: Dude, there are no competitions where you slide downhill on your stomach.

Somewhat: Snow is so weird... I've never seen it before. How does this stuff get in the sky in the first place?

Neptune: It's the same as rain, except when it's too cold, if just freezes and falls as snow.

Somewhat: Wouldn't that make it, like, little lumpy ice balls that bonk you on the head and stuff? Ouch!

Neptune: Why are you being so nitpicky?

Cardin: It is kinda mysterious, though. How these little, white water flowers just tumble delicately from the sky... When you look up, you don't usually notice it, but I can understand how deep the sky is... I feel like I'm falling in...

Neptune: Wow... I always had you pegged as one of those "warrior poet" types, but I didn't see that coming.

Somewhat: Cardin has the heart of a dreamy, little girl~.

Cardin: Shut the hell up! You started this stupid conversation in the first place!

Somewhat: I just asked where snow comes from. I didn't start writing "dairy" tales about white flowers and falling into the sky and stuff.

Cardin: Y-You pickin' a fight with me, Rat?!

Neptune: Look, it's going to get dark soon, so we should start heading back. I think today's dinner will have some actual meat tonight, and if we don't get there on time, that carnivore, Yang, is gonna get it all.

Cardin: Considerin' how active we've been today, it'll really suck if we don't get some dinner tonight. So, which way do we get back to the lodge?

Neptune: I... wasn't really paying attention... I wasn't expecting it to start snowing this much, and I thought we'd be able to see it from up here.

Cardin: How 'bout you, Arc? Do you remember the way?

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-"It should be right..." ->"I think it's left..."

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Neptune: Dude, are you sure? This might be a ski area, but one wrong turn and we'll end up in the mountains!

Somewhat: ...A-At least if worse comes to worst, I can just go into hi-brie-nation! I read about that in a book!

Neptune: That's totally wrong! You do that, and you'll wake up on the other side!

Cardin: In any case, let's get goin'. We can't dally around with it snowing this much already.

Neptune: You're right. Alright then, let's get going!

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The snow is rapidly decreasing any visibility... You decide to somehow make your way to the lodge...

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You've walked quite a bit, but the lodge is still nowhere to be seen... The snow seems to be coming down even harder now...

Neptune: Are you guys okay?! You guys are still here, right?!

Cardin: You two, me, and... Hey, where's Somewhat?!

Somewhat: (Trudging up. Covered in snow) Over here... And no jokes like "Ack! A talking snowman!" right now, please...

Neptune: This isn't good! We're c-completely lost a-and it's so cold, I feel like I'm g-g-gonna die!

Cardin: Don't give up so easy! Show some guts, dammit!

Somewhat: I remember reading that people who give up first are the first to die... Actually, Sir...? I think I'm all out of aura...

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->"Don't fall asleep, no matter what!" -"We should keep walking." -"Let's dig a snow hut."

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Somewhat: (Snores)

Neptune: H-He just said not to fall asleep! Quick screwing around, or else you'll die! For real this time!

Cardin: ...Hey! Doesn't that look like a cottage?

Neptune: Great, and now you're h-hallucinating... Y-You start dreaming on your f-feet and you'll be the next to d-die!

Cardin: I'm not dreaming, asshole! Open your frickin' eyes and look!

Somewhat: Whuh... EEK~! It really is a "snowy mountain cottage"! Suddenly, in the dead of night, the phone line gets cut and, one by one, the inhabitants are picked off and die by the fireplace poker...

Neptune: That'll be the least of our worries... Look, we can't stay out in the snow like this. Let's get over there, quickly!

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Neptune: H-Hey! Excuse me! Is anyone here?!

There is no answer from inside...

Neptune: ...Wait, huh? (Walks inside with guys)

The door was unlocked, but there's no one inside...

Somewhat: I can't see anything.

Cardin: Wonder why it was open...

Neptune: I dunno, but it's better than freezing to death! Let's just consider ourselves lucky, okay? Anybody know the lodge's phone number? We can call them up and have them send some rescue services or something...

You shake your head with Somewhat.

Neptune: Seriously? Don't tell me... no one knows what it is?

Cardin: I don't have my scroll with me!

Somewhat: Me neither.

Neptune: Really?! Come ON, man! That's why scrolls were invented! You're SUPPOSED to keep it around!

Cardin: Who the hell would I call?! We were all hangin' around together! If you'd told me we were gonna get lost, then I'd have remembered to BRING IT!

Somewhat: I'm all naked in here! You should've told me this was gonna happen!

Neptune: How was I supposed to know?! If I'd known this was gonna happen, then we wouldn't have gotten lost! (Groans) Fine, I'll give Yang a call. (Opens scroll, Stuffs it)

Somewhat: C'mon, Neptune! Quit stalling! Hurry up and call Miss Yang!

Neptune: ...the battery's dead.

Cardin: AFTER ALL THE SHIT YOU GAVE US FOR BEING UNPREPARED, NOW THIS?!

Neptune: It's an old scroll, so it runs out, okay?! I can't afford a new one because I was saving up for a motorcycle! I never would've imagined something like this would happen!

Neptune: C'mon, Jaune! You're our only hope!

Cardin: Arc! You're our hero, ain't'cha?!

Somewhat: You always save us, Sir! I've always believed in you!

They're staring at you with such great hope in their eyes...! The screen reads "No service"... It seems there is no signal here...

Neptune: Welp, that settles it. We're dead.

Somewhat: I-I-I'm s-s-so c-c-c-freezing~!

Cardin: Even with all that fur?

Neptune: Who knows when this blizzard is going to let up... We're screwed if we have to spend the night here. Oh, well... There's a hearth right here, so let's start a fire in that. But how are we going to do that? I don't have a lighter or anything...

Cardin: Let's look around. They wouldn't put a firepit here if there wasn't stuff to use in it.

You find old newspapers and some matches... After some effort, you manage to get a fire going...

Neptune: Man... It looks like we're gonna survive this after all...

Cardin: I wonder where we are... Even if we do get in touch with the others, are they gonna be able to find us?

Somewhat: I bet we'll freeze here... Come tomorrow morning, we'll all be blocks of ice!

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->"Don't give up!" -"We'll manage..." -"Shut up, I'm cold, too."

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Somewhat: Sir... Your courage's paw-inspiring! I already feel a little warmer just basking in the glow of your awesomeness!

Neptune: But man, this little fire's too small to warm up the four of us...

Cardin: So let's light a fire on part of the floor, too. There's plenty of wood around.

Neptune: That's called arson! We'll just end up burning to death instead of freezing to death!

Cardin: Sheesh, all you do is complain... I don't see you coming up with any ideas! If we can't start a fire, then we just have to wear more stuff! Is there another coat around here?

Neptune: Oh, yeah, sure! Like there's a big fuzzy... thick... warm... coat...

Somewhat: ...Wh-Why are you looking at me?!

Neptune: Maybe... If we pass him around...

Somewhat: B-But I'm like a little boy! If all of you start grabbing for me, my innocence will be destroyed~!

Cardin: WILL YOU KNOCK IT OFF WITH THAT CRAP?!

BZZZT!

Neptune: ...That thing turned on just now, right? It wasn't just me?

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-"I'll go take a look." ->"Let's check it out."

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Neptune: R-Right! But why...?

Cardin: I'm comin', too, Arc!

Somewhat: Me three! This smells fishy~!

Neptune: H-Hey, wait up!

Neptune: (Runs up to look, Thud!) Whoa! Dude! Stop! What the hell are you doing?! Quit screwing around!

Cardin: But we have to find out. Right, Arc?

Somewhat: No! S-Sir! Stop it! You'll fall inside!

Yang: (Kicks down the door) H-H-H-H-HEY! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS DOING IN HERE?!

Pyrrha: JAUNE, NO, DON'T LEAVE ME~!

Pyrrha: (Blake and Emerald run in) Oh... They're still dressed...

Neptune: What are you doing here?! And, wait, what was that about our clothes?

Blake: Wait, why would they be taking off their clothes?

Emerald: (Groans) Do I really have to explain it?

Somewhat: Did you girls come to rescue us? I can't believe you came so far into the mountains to save me~!

Blake: What are you talking about? This little hut is right behind the lodge we're staying in.

Emerald: It looks like a storage shed. They don't lock it because the workers come here at all times during the day.

Yang: Anyway... What were the four of you doing, shoving each other around in here?

Cardin: Uh... We were checkin' the TV...

Emerald: Why? What's the matter with it?

Pyrrha: Oh! Is this one of those male-bonding exercises I've heard about? Should we come back later?

Neptune: What...? N-No! No! You're totally wrong!

The girls' stares are painful... You desperately explain what happened just now...

Yang: Okay, so you got lost, stumbled into this conveniently placed cottage, and needed to warm each other up...

Neptune: NO, DAMMIT! WEREN'T YOU LISTENING?!

Cardin: The TV just turned itself on! It makes no sense! Hasn't the case been over for months now?

Yang: So? Maybe the wiring's bad, or something. Or you saw some light reflected in it...

Somewhat: (Sniffling) This mouse-understanding is so heart-breaking... I feel so dirty... My reputation as a hero has been sullied...

Emerald: It looks like the TV isn't even plugged in... If what you all are saying is true, then we might have to reopen the investigation.

Neptune: That's what we've been saying from the start!

Yang: This TV, huh? Then let's take a closer look, shall we?

Neptune: H-Hey... Wait a minute...

[fitgirlfemdom]

hi! I’m just curious about something you mentioned about not being explicitly into everything you post - do you think it’s attracted unwanted attention? would you rather discuss non-kink topics on here as well? I think it would be cool if you incorporated some of the other stuff you’re passionate about (anime, music, etc) 🖤

The real me is not as sexual as this account displays. I've been celibate for half a year and I masturbate maybe once or twice a week for like 20 min. I still write and draw NSFW content, but that's for my main art account that isn't linked here (this isn't for privacy or anything--i just have art moots that probably don't wanna see fat bears eating cake on their timeline 24/7).

90% of the stuff I write/have posted about, I'm into, and I enjoyed writing, especially my longer posts! If I wasn't interested in something, I wouldn't write about it for free. The issue was messages in my DMs, especially near the beginning of this account. It's why I tried enforcing the rule that if you send me face pics, I'd block you, because a lot of the people that messaged me I did not find sexually attractive. Without a face, it's much easier to RP. Also because of the dick pics. Don't get me wrong, some of you guys had very respectable cocks but I can't deny that it made me feel gross to be sent them without my consent.

The worst part was actually enjoying talking to some of you, and then realizing you clearly just used me as a dumping ground for your fetish pics, without any consideration as to who I was. It was like my DMs were just "Send Photos of Your Gut to 19 Year Old Girl Here" without any personality, any interest in who I was. Just a nameless girl who you could imagine your fantasies with. I'd ask about your day or what you were interested in, and I'd get a pic of your gut in an office chair with "whoaaaaa just drank two liters of soda :/ so bloated rn." How do I respond to that? "Good"? 😭

I think the worst DM I got was a guy saying I was "in denial about being a housewife," which I mean, I've dabbled in misogyny kink content before. Bimbofication is literally on my profile. I've never brought up my feminist views or politics, although I would consider myself a feminist, since all people should have equal rights and freedom of expression. I also believe housewives can be feminists. There is nothing on my account about my political views, nor about my career or education, because it's not important to writing porn about feeding dudes cake.

When I brushed him off with a "Haha," he just kept going, paragraphs and paragraphs about how he wanted me to be his trophy wife and clean his shit out of a bucket??? You don't even know me??? And I never responded, but it really just made me realize--just saying I'm into femdom, no matter what it is, is seen as a political transgression to these people. I'm literally into gentle femdom and want a chubby hubby/wife that I can make happy and secure financially. None of my posts are "Women are superior, men should be locked in cages." Most of my posts are "I want a gym guy who enjoys my cooking and jerks off a lot."

I DO use female supremacy tags sometimes because I use dozens of tags, and that's on me. I just type "fem" and click the ones that come up. I've also written works that are VERY misogynistic, like calling myself a fleshlight or literally writing fics about me getting gangbanged. I feel like this guy just saw "femdom" in my username and lost his mind. By tagging my stuff like this, I honestly was asking for trouble to come, so yeah, I think I just got unwanted attention I wasn't ready for.

In regards to talking about others topics, I just figured no one gave a shit, and people probably don't, but I am very passionate about metal music and music history. I have a useless amount of knowledge about various 90s/2000s metal bands and music from that time. If I get asked questions about it, I'll answer, and I DO need to follow more people on this website, but my current answer is: I don't know, maybe. I'll see how I feel.

[ticklishbeans4]

2D Beings Deserve Tickles To!

I've been wanting to write something with Prismo for awhile given all the art that's been floating around! And how could I not add Finn and Jake in there?

Jake and Finn were laying on the floor of Prismo’s cube, chilling out as they watched some other dimension stuff with the comic being. This had become a pretty common occurrence with the three, Prismo seemed to enjoy the company, and the two brothers were more than happy to provide it. Plus, it was super cool to see other versions of themselves.

“Oh this ones pretty cool!” Prismo gushed, “This one was made when someone wished that they could just live as a child forever. So I made a kid world! Aren’t they cute?”

“Awwww! Look at little Finn!” Jake cooed, “I forgot how cute you were!”

“Are you kidding? Look at puppy you!” Fin laughed, “You’re so tiny!”

“Not as cute as you!” Jake laughed, jumping on Finn and starting a wrestling match between the brothers.

Prismo watched fondly, this happened a lot when they came over, but it never stopped being amusing to see. It kinda made him wish he had a sibling, someone he could hangout with and talk to. A built in best friend, like Finn and Jake.

He was brought out of his thoughts by a sudden shriek, followed by a burst of laughter from Finn. Looking over, his eyes widened and he quickly looked away, if he could blush, he was sure he’d be red as Golb. Jake was tickling Finn.

Now Prismo was no stranger to the concept of tickling. Watching hundreds of universes with hundreds of people, he’d seen plenty of tickling. It always had a… weird effect on him. It made his guts feel twisty and fluttery, he couldn’t always look at it, but sometimes he couldn’t look away, sometimes he’d even replay those moments over and over. He didn’t really get why he felt like this, the only other time he felt like this was around Jake but… it was different. He knew that without a shadow of a doubt.

“HELP!” Finn cried, reaching a hand out to Prismo before he shot it back down when Jake scribbled into his underarm.

Prismo just tried to focus on the screen, not able to look directly at the scene. He wished he knew why he felt this way about such an innocent practice. He’d watched parents tickling their kids, siblings getting into tickle fights, heck! He’d seen babies in the baby dimension tickle each other! So it was just an innocent, fun, silly thing! Sure he knew it could be used in… other ways, but those didn’t make him feel all fluttery and twisty.

“Prismo, you good?” Jake asked, apparently having given Finn mercy.

“Oh! Uh, yeah! Yeah I’m good! Totally good! So good actually! Ha! Why do you ask?” he said nervously, moving from wall to wall with his jittery energy.

Finna sat up, rubbing his belly, “Dude, are you sure? You’re acting all weird.”

“Nope! I’m dandy as candy!” he laughed, “Hey! Let me show you the dimension where everyone is a stuffed animal!”

“Prismo…” Jake said, his voice sending shivers up Prismos back. “Are you ticklish?”

“Am I…” he thought for a second, was he ticklish? “I… huh, I don’t know. No one’s ever tried.”

“What?” the pair cried, immediately jumping to their feet.

“You’ve never been tickled?” Jake cried, “Dude it’s like, the best! How have you never been tickled!?”

Prismo shrugged, “Well, who’s gonna do that to the wish master? No one really does that kind of thing around here, ya know?”

The two looked aghast, which was a little funny. Till their faces changed with a single shared look, devious smiles spread across their faces.

Jake casually cracked his fingers, “Well… I guess there’s a first time for everything.”

Finn smirked, “I think it’ll be fun to be the first ones to try.”

Prismo felt that twisty fluttery feeling in full force. He didn’t know if he should run, or just let it happen. He did want it to happen, but also every part of him was saying to run. “I- uh- w-well!”

Jake chuckled as he stalked closer to the 2D being, “Don’t worry Prismo, we’ll be nice!” “For the most part.” Finn giggled, a distinctly evil sound to Prismo.

“N-now guys! Let's just chill! I-I mean, we can just sit back and watch some other dimensions and eat cheese crackers!” he rambled, waving his hands around animatedly.

Well it seemed the pair weren’t swayed by his incredible argument, as they pounced, scribbling at where his belly was on the floor. And Prismo was absolutely not prepared for the feeling. It was like… Glob he didn’t even know! He’d never felt anything like this! It was light, but scratchy, but it made him feel all tingly and light and weird!

Poor Prismo didn’t stand a chance against the feeling, especially since he’d never experienced it before. Immediately he burst into giggles, and shot himself over to the other wall. There was a pause, a moment where they all just looked at each other…

“Get ‘im!” Jake cried, and the two launched themselves at Prismo again. Prismo wasn’t fast enough to get away as they scribbled at him again. Finn targeted his belly, but Jake decided to try other spots. He stretched his limbs to scratch at his underarms and his neck.

Primso shrieked, a weird sound coming from him in his opinion, and fell into cackling laughter. He didn’t run this time, just flapped his hands and wiggled around in the room. Random things began appearing in the room as well, a feather duster, a pig, flowers, little glowy swirls, stars, and moons appearing on the walls. “Jake! Dude! His powers are goin bananers!” Finn laughed, picking up the feather duster and brushing it against Prismo’s side, making him screech and jerk away.

“NOHOHOHOHO! AHAHAHAHAAHAH! STAHAHAHAHAP!” he shrieked, not at all wanting it to stop. This was more fun than any wish granting, any dimension watching, it was even more fun than pickle making!

“Aw, you’re fine!” Jake teased, “You’re barely trying to get away! I bet you like it!”

“NOOOOHOHOOHO!” he lied, laughing wildly as the pair seemed to attack from all angles. They left practically no spot untickled, it was maddening, but also some of the most fun he’d had in his life! After what felt like an eternity, but also somehow didn’t last nearly long enough, Prismo had had enough. He zoomed just outside of the room, giggling as he caught his breath. “Prismo!” Jake called, “Where’d you go? Are you ok? We didn’t go too far did we?”

“No!” he called back, “I just… I needed a breather!” “We won’t tickle you again!” Finn shouted out, “You can come back!”

“...You won’t make fun of me right?” he asked, “Like, you promise?”

“We promise dude.” Finn answered.

“And we don’t break promises.” Jake added.

Prismo took a deep breath and came back in, looking flustered. “So… I guess that… happened.” “Yeah man! It was awesome!” Jake grinned, patting Prismo’s shoulder. “You took it like a champ! I doubt Finn could last that long with two tickle monsters!”

“I totally could!” the teen protested.

Jake smiled wickedly, “Oh yeah? Prismo, wanna help me out?”

Prismo grinned, moving closer to the kid, “I’m not usually one for revenge plots, but…”

Finn seemed to realize how bad he donked up. “Uh- h-hey now! Let’s talk about this!”

But there was no time to talk, as Jake jumped on his brother and pinned him down. Prismo only paused for a moment, he’d never actually tried to tickle someone, he’d only watched it. But… it couldn’t be that hard! He got his hands onto Finn’s knees, a spot he’d seen Jake tickle him, and began wiggling his fingers. Finn let out a hilariously high pitched scream before he fell into a fit of laughter. “NAAHAHAHAHA! PRISMOHOHOHO!” “What? I’m not doing anything!” he laughed, moving his wiggly fingers to the softer underside of his knees, making Finn scream again.

“Dang son! You’re a natural!” Jake praised, sending butterflies fluttering in Prismo’s belly.

“Awww, gee, thanks Jake.” he smiled sheepishly.

Jake grinned, before he joined in the wrecking, squeezing at Finn’s ribs, sending the boy kicking and shrieking.

“STAHAHHAHAAHAP FLIHIHIHIHRTING!” Finn cackled, which made Prismo splutter, before digging punishingly into the backs of his knees, getting a scream from the teen.

“We’re not flirting! Shut up!” There was no flirting! Jake was just a good friend! Nothing more! Besides, he had Lady…

Jake blew a raspberry on Finn’s belly, getting a loud squeal in return. “I’ll teach you not to make Prismo uncomfortable!”

Prismo laughed, “My hero!”

Jake flexed his arms, stretching them to look like muscles, which made Prismo snort as he giggled at him. Sadly this also distracted the pair from Finn, who promptly tackled Jake and scribbled into his belly. The poor dog immediately burst into bright laughter, his leg adorably kicking at the same time.

“NAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NO FAIR!” he cried, snorting as Finn attacked. Finn just grinned evilly and replied, “Too bad!”

Prismo hesitated for a second, but when Finn nodded for him to join, he decided to just go for it! He got his hands behind Jakes ears and began scribbling, making Jake bark in shock before falling into loud laughter.

“PRISMOHOHOHOHO! YOU TRAHAHAHAITOR!” the dog shrieked, kicking his leg and laughing loudly.

Prismo laughed at his friend, “All’s fair in love and war!”

“Especially tickle wars!” Finn agreed.

“YOU WAHAHANT A WAHAHAR!?” Jake cried, before stretching himself away from the pair and quickly attacking their bellies. “I’ll show you a war!”

Prismo shrieked with Finn as his friend tickled them to pieces. He wasn’t complaining though, this was fun! Probably the most fun he’d had in… forever! He never wanted it to end! He was definitely adding some tickle scenes in Fionna and Cake! And well… he’d probably ask Finn and Jake to come by a lot more often.

[1moreff-creator]

DR:OS CH2 Part 2 First Impressions

You know what time it is! >:D I may have finished my analysis on CH1, but there'll still be much to write about CH2! So let's go in!

CWs

"Mark: It says the motive announcement is tomorrow morning." Great! We're screwed even faster than in CH1! xD

"Kennedy: This motive… it’s about death. We should be ready.

Aidan: Not this again…

Vanessa: Why do you think it’s about death…?

Ellis: Dude, don’t indulge them…" Even Ellis is done with Kennedy's shit by this point :p

"Ellis: Perhaps eleven of us will expire by the end of this very conversation. Kennedy will survive; Vivi, perhaps… it’s just a question of who else has the guts to stick it out ‘til the end.

I look around.

Ellis: Maybe Jeff will manage to absentee himself just in the nick of time.

Taylor: “Dude, don’t indulge them…”" This is just funny xD

"Vivi: Why don’t any of you ever listen to her?

Aidan: ‘Cause she’s wrong.

Vivi: You don’t know that! You always just assume! Like, you hear “Conspiracy Theorist” and just tune them out, but they’re an Ultimate Theorist! Are you really going to completely disregard that just… just because his talent has a stupid adjective on it?!" I told y'all! The reason Vivi respects Kennedy is because their talent also makes them look worse! Mad Duo my beloved.

"Vivi: But it’s not about the associations, it’s about Kennedy! You’ve talked to her!

Aidan: Pff. Yeah, and that’s why I don’t listen." Aidan just never misses, damn.

"Taylor: “You’re not seeing the big picture! See, the mastermind knows that I’ll solve all their puzzles, so they had to discredit me the second I even walked in the door! It’s so clear that you all aren’t thinking hard enough about it, because you aren’t ready to handle the truth, which I’m telling you!”” :O Taylor went kinda hard ngl.

"Is that the Paris influence, or something they cooked up all on their own? Whatever the case, I’m intrigued to see what happens next." You and me both, Ellis :p

[Harper FTE] Wee FTE time! And Harper's one of the characters we know the least about, so this is cool!

"Harper: Oh, hello Ellis. I’m not sure who this is for yet. I sort of just… started making it.

Ellis: Eh, makes enough sense. I know a lot of people like having something to do with their hands.

Harper: Yes, I tend to feel restless if I’m not doing anything." We are. Really driving this point home, huh?

"Ellis: Yeah, I’m used to people blowing up my phone too… Crazy to not have anybody knocking at my door. Any of my usual admirers, I mean." Sure babe.

"Harper: All of you are so interesting.

Ellis: Eh? Yeah, I get that a lot, when you get rid of the “all of.”

Harper: Everyone has such specific lives and interesting stories about them. It’s been nice getting to know you better." Yeah that's a nice way of putting "everyone here is insane."

"Ellis: You fancy yourself a storyteller at all?

Harper: I don’t consider myself one, but if there’s anything you’d like to know about, I’m willing to answer.

Ellis: Oh yeah? What’s your type?" I wonder how many times I'll write "Ellis never lets one go" before the end of this fangan :v

"Harper: Oh. I haven’t given it much thought.

Ve thinks for a moment.

Harper: Probably… someone sweet and thoughtful. I think that caring for the other person is the most important thing." Yeah that tracks :p

"Harper: What about yourself?

Ellis: Anyone.

The answer, it leaves my mouth before I can process in the slightest.

Ellis: Anyone… worthy of my time! You know, because they’re… interesting. And down for whatever. Like that." This also tracks, massively xD

"Harper: I’m sure your partners would speak highly of you."Harper: I’m sure your partners would speak highly of you.

Ellis: Yeah. Obviously.

I purse my lips.

Ellis: You too, if you’ve…

Harper: I haven’t.

I kinda guessed." How awkward can one conversation get? Lol. At leaast we get a bit more info on Harper!

"Man, I hope I didn’t embarrass myself in front of ver…

Ah, what am I saying? Ve literally admitted to me that ve hasn’t talked much to other people of ver status ver age. I’m setting the precedent! If anything, I’m sure I’m setting the standards too high." Remember that thing I said about Ellis going back and forth between faux overconfidence and insecurity? Yeah that.

"Davis: Oh, hey Ellis. Are you busy?

Ellis: For you? Uh… I could make time, if you need me for something.

Davis: It’s nothing important. I was just going to go on a walk. You can join, if you’d like." ? Very curious about this. Even if the color coding’s gonna be awful :p

"Davis: …Is it nice?

Ellis: Not as nice as you.

My hand moves to form a finger gun, but I choose to slap my hand to my face instead.

Ellis: Gah! Sorry. Uh, I guess it’s nice? People say that ignorance is bliss, don’t they?" I do really appreciate that Ellis is trying their best to back off from doing their pickup lines on Davis, it's sweet :)

"Davis: …Hi, Jeff.

Jeff raises an eyebrow at him.

Jeff: Everything good?

Davis: It’s fine.

I notice Davis speaking with a short tone. Does Jeff… bother him?

Ellis: Y’know what might make us better? Bar snacks!" Okay Davis was confusing me before but now I genuinely have no clue what's happening anymore. I am very, very intrigued. Also good on Ellis trying to make things less awkward ig.

"Davis: …Is this really the best use of our time…?

Jeff: Nothing wrong with enjoying what we have, right? The others would want us to be happy or whatever." Is that what's bothering Davis? Jeff's nonchalance? But he didn't seem to have this issue with Ellis, who presents herself like that too, so... I don't know :v

"Davis: …Somewhere else. I wouldn’t want to… intrude…

Jeff: Nah, stay a while. What’s the harm?

Davis: …

He looks to Jeff, then to me, seeming a bit uncomfortable." Wait does he think Ellis and Jeff are flirting, because of the sunglasses and finger guns thing I kinda skipped over here? Is that what's happening? I can't think of anything else, so.

"Jeff: Everything’s chill. Honestly, life’s pretty good. It’s normal, right? Get what I can from the place before skipping out." Funny you use that word, "normal." I've talked about how a point that seems to be getting made is how different that concept is for everyone, and this seems to be furthering that theme, which is cool :)

"Ellis: Wait, are you planning to escape?

Jeff: …Someday, yeah, obviously? Like, at some point, one or more of us is gonna get out of here, and I’d like it to be me.

Davis: Even if you’re the only one?

Jeff: I mean… yeah? Everyone’s in it for themself. If everyone else goes and dies off, that’s not on me.

Too bad you’re not the lucky student, hot stuff." So we've decided we wanted even more parallels to Ellis' mindset, huh? Though if I understand the creation process correctly, this is more or less a coincidence, which is crazy. Point stands, though.

"Davis: Don’t you worry about them at all? Could you still see it as a good thing, if everyone else has to die for you?

Jeff: Sure. I’m in it for me, no matter where I am.

Davis: Don’t you think that’s selfish?

Jeff: I mean, yeah. But who cares? I’d expect everyone else to be acting in their own best interest all the time, too.

Davis: But… you’ve probably hurt people, haven’t you? The people you leave behind all the time… wouldn’t they miss you?

Jeff: Do I care?" Okay circle back, Davis doesn't think Jeff and Ellis are flirting. It's just that Ultimate Absentee is apparently a talent he really doesn't like, ig. Wonder if it ties into his Bachelor status in any way.

"Davis: Are you really just… going to ditch this conversation, too…?" Classic Jeff move xD

"Jeff: Geez, what’s his deal…?

Ellis: I guess he’s one of those “traumatized by murder” types.

Jeff: Ah. Sucks to be him, I guess." Bro???

"I excuse myself sooner than I’d like, though– for some reason, I’m feeling slightly nauseous. Must be the water." Uh... there's not already some kind of murder plan being set up, right? Ellis felt nauseous because of the conversation and is just doing his bravado thing when he says it's the water, right? Right?

"Unfortunately, tonight I find myself next to Vivi and Kennedy. At least Mark’s here." Speaking of murder, I'm getting really worried about the amount of screen time the Mad Duo is getting this chapter already. Surely, they wouldn't die yet, right? Right? x2

"Kennedy: Motive theories. Go." Hysterical. I love him xD

"Vivi: But, you don’t mean, like, death-death, right? Like, in a way we can’t still fix…? I wouldn’t just let someone die like that.

Ellis: Um… and what exactly does that mean?

Vivi: If someone’s still alive, I can save them, no matter what." I wonder if that idea will ever come into play.

"Kennedy: No, they’re onto something here! It wouldn’t just be them… Maybe, over the course of the game, different motives will only affect different people…" Why are we doing discussing this, anyways? Watch Kennedy be right about this lol.

[Motive Theory Discussion] There are some pretty good points being brought up here. I wonder if these characters did sign up for it. Knowing what we know about the Tragedy, it'd kinda make sense for followers of Junko to do some shit like that. But that's only a possibility. Who knows!

"Kennedy: True. But for now… You’re good at this, huh?

Mark: Me?

Kennedy: I’ve gotta get you up to speed. Together, the two of us could really figure out some big mysteries of this place." Get in loser we're going theorizing xD

Also what do you mean "two of us." Kennedy don't leave out Vivi like that >:p

Should I be worried that Mark is getting dragged into this sorta like Cass was, given Cass was the CH1 victim? Nah, surely not.

"Vivi: Still. [Kennedy's theories] all lead somewhere.

Ellis: Sure.

That “somewhere” is more like the middle of a mental desert with no gas, cash, or cell signal, but you can’t deny the journey." Lol.

"We’re really in the rat race now, aren’t we? While everyone chases after victory, morality, chill vibes, whatever, we’re all just becoming smaller creatures with pointier teeth, scrambling around the halls for nothing. I keep getting distracted by those damn pieces of cheese.

First, Harper diverts my attention with that colorful quilt and tries to lure me into ~emotional vulnerability~. Then, I bring Davis to the Pool, and he gets mad at Jeff and I for expressing our real emotions! And then there’s Kennedy, the wildest rat of all, chomping at the bit to try to outpace the scientists that have trapped us all. Good luck with that, Chuck E Cheese." Feeling poetic, are we? Pretty cool analogy though :)

"Monoquin: Greetings, contestants. Please enter the Movie Theater." Woo! Motive time! Everything's about to get worse! :D

"Right… just a few days ago, I was sitting here with both Vanessa and Antonia." Ouch.

"The screen displays what looks like a roulette wheel, but instead of the numbers, our faces sit at the ends of each of the fourteen slices." Oh hey it's the thing from the announcement poster! Minus Monoquin plus Ellis, presumably. Didn't think that would come up, but cool!

"It goes around, and around, and then, the screen goes black.

There’s a thud as something falls from a panel in the ceiling.

Ellis: Woah!

I instinctively lean away from where the object crashes down. No. No. No. This isn’t another of those crazy murder boxes, is it?" Alright I'm scared, what's happening.

"Grace: Justin? JUSTIN?!

Ellis: Wait, it actually IS another crazy body arrival?!

Noah: What?! Wait, no, that can’t…

Mark: This… this is the motive?

Monoquin: Yes. In the simplest of terms, this is the “Loved One’s Roulette.” Each day, at this same time, everyone will gather in the Movie Theater, and a randomly selected contestant will lose a loved one– whoever it would trouble them most to lose." ...Well there goes the Grace!MM theory! Sort of. And also Justin! Goddamn!

This is a pretty cool motive! THH just left the fate of the loved ones vague (and from UDG we know they weren't straight up dead), but this takes that and spins it! Now you don't know who the loved one is, but you know they're gonna die if you're unlucky! Adding that sort of random time limit is crazy, I love it.

Wait- Oh shit Kennedy was right! It did have to do with death! Crazy! Alright so now we know what the deal with the Show Room is, at least, which is neat.

Not only that, but it also only affects certain people! Mark, for example, wouldn't be affected because they don't remember any loved ones. I wonder if that really means there's only eleven loved ones in danger here, with five participants who don't have any loved ones to threaten them with. Antonia and Cass are probably two (not because they don't have loved ones, but because they're already dead), Mark's another, I'm betting Jeff is the fourth, and the fifth is Aidan maybe? Not so sure on those last two. That's kinda what makes the most sense to me right now, I wonder if they'll confirm or deny it.

Another point, sorta unrelated but still about the motive. Monoquin claims the loved one lost will be "whoever it would trouble [the participant] most to lose." Grace lost Justin, not their parents, which we know they have. Curious.

Also for some guesses as to which loved ones each person would lose:

Vanessa: Sister, confirmed to exist via Q&A.

Antonia: Sister (N/A since she's dead).

Paris: A friend? I don't think she's ever mentioned family.

Vivi: Family member, she's mentioned them a bunch.

Ellis: Step-siblings? Though the wheel probably won't land on them due to Luck.

Grace: Justin (obviously confirmed).

Noah: I would say sisters, but given his conversation with Vivi earlier, maybe it would be a friend.

Jeff, Aidan, Mark: N/A.

Taylor, Davis, Kennedy, Cass, Harper: No idea. (Cass is N/A anyways due to death).

Alright that was fun let's actually keep reading now :p

"They literally showcased this motive as a form of gambling. I’m the lucky one, and I’m great at gambling!" The point I made, yeah.

"This stupid wheel will never be able to lay its hands on my…

My…

…who?" Okay hold on maybe replace Aidan with Ellis in the N/A section lol. Does she really not have anyone, or does she just not know who it would be out of everyone she knows?

"Kennedy: Told you so.

Vivi: Kennedy!" I concur with Vivi, Kennedy this is kinda insensitive xD

"Aidan: Not the time for this, Rey." Yeah that.

"Grace: This isn’t fair! I… I should have had a chance, just like everyone else!

Monoquin: My apologies, Mx. Thomas, but it was random chance.

Taylor: Grace…?

Jeff: …You’d have done it, huh?

Ellis: Hey, hey, we don’t know that’s the “chance” that Grace was talking about. Maybe they just meant, y’know, a chance to process and… come to terms with it.

Who would it be?

Grace: I meant what I said. So what? It’s trading our lives for the lives of those we care about. Is it so criminal if the total number of lives lost would be the same thing?" Holy shit Grace was fucking ready. And you know they don't waste no time! If they hadn't gotten picked, come the next morning, there probably would have been a body to discover, and not from the roulette. Crazy. I wonder if Ellis' luck came into play there, to keep people alive for a bit longer by making the motive inapplicable to the one that hates wasting time.

Also yeah Ellis just straight up doesn't know who his loved one is, crazy.

"Vivi: …I can try to save him.

Harper: How…?

Vivi: I’ve never tried before, but it's possible… I don’t know how recently he died or anything, but… people’s hearts can stop and they can still be brought back, right? People can be temporarily “dead.” It’s possible…" Oh hey it did come up! Crazy timing ig.

"Grace: Absolutely not.

Vivi: Why not? If you care about him so much, isn’t it worth trying? Isn’t it our responsibility to do whatever we can to help these people?

Grace: And what would you do to him? If you fail, would his body still be intact? Would I even be able to recognize his face?

Vivi: H-hey!

Davis: This… isn’t really helping…

Vivi: So you’d kill for this guy, but now that he’s dead, you won’t even let me try to bring him back?!

Grace: Leave him alone!" Holy hell tensions are getting high, goddamn.

"Paris: Hey, you two, take a sec, deep breaths, chill, all that. Yelling isn’t gonna bring back the dead, y’know~?" This is not the time for a tilde (~), Paris! How are you still so unbothered by all this?! What?!

"I don’t have a boyfriend, or a girlfriend, or… anyone…" Huh.

"Grace: No." Don't worry Vivi someone will let you do science here one day, I promise. You couldn't at the talent show and you couldn't now, but I trust.

"Davis: This… you said this was every day?

Monoquin: Until someone commits a murder, yes.

Taylor: That’s… such a cruel motive.

Aidan: …Get used to it, I guess." First Davis line not to work perfectly with Davis!MM btw, but also Aidan is as insane as ever lol.

"Would my family still care about me, after I left home? I don’t check back in often. I mostly just hang out with an entourage now– My… friends…?" Well, there's... some people it could be, maybe Aidan really is the fifth "N/A". Assuming that's what the graves mean, anyways.

[Noah FTE] Well time to move on from the most horrific shit ever! Hurray!

"Ellis: Yeah, the people here are a little different than your typical frat. Like, can you imagine Taylor in a frat? Paris???" That would be an image, for sure.

"Noah: Yeah, that’d be wild. You’d fit in pretty well, but I take it you don’t go to college.

Ellis: Pfft. ‘Course not. I don’t need that when I’ve already got fabulous wealth and great looks.

Noah: Makes sense." Just in case anyone was wondering, lol.

"Ellis: What do they teach you in those fancy college English classes?

Noah: I don’t really pay attention to most of them.

Ellis: Ayy, up top!" No respect for the classics smh.

"I shiver as I think of Robert on the dance floor." Truly, a horrifying image.

"Ellis: And, what about you? I assume you must’ve started partying at college, if not before.

I hope he doesn’t realize that I didn’t mention a “before.”" Yeah, for all we know about Ellis, we know surprisingly little of his earlier years.

"Noah: Like ten or something. I went to the same college as my dad, and he’s, like, super big on our frat. He donates all the time and helps run events and stuff, so I pretty much grew up there. 

Ellis: They let a ten year old into a college party?

Noah: Just me. It wasn’t, like, a usual thing." ???? Bro??? I mean neat backstory but what in the actual hell???

"Noah: As long as people get to where they need to be, it doesn’t matter too much how long it takes, right?

Ellis: Ah. You’re one of those “destination over journey” types.

Noah: It’s not like life ends at the destination, right? You’re just moving on to a new part." Neat perspective!

"Ellis: Hey, Mark. Uh, Vivi…? What are you doing…?

Vivi: Trying to find a way to raise the dead." Yeah this is a normal topic of conversation xD

"Vivi: I’m not going to try to resurrect Justin without Grace’s consent or anything! I’m just�� seeing what theories I might have, in case someone consenting does show up." Good! I was worried at the start of this scene that something really fucked was going on.

"I look at Mark in a way that says, “please don’t tell me you’ve joined them, Mark.”

Mark: I figured it’d be good for someone to keep her company. There’s a lot they’re trying to do." Mad Duo turning into Theory Trio let's go!!! (I'm joking I don't really think Mark's that insane yet).

"Ellis: We really don’t need to add a zombie apocalypse on top of everything else." That would be a hell of a plot point though xD

"Vivi: I mean, you can’t guarantee if a corpse gives consent to it, but that’s why there are powers of attorney and stuff, right? It’s not like this never happens in the real world. Loved ones can consent for those who are unable to." Ah, the ethical ramifications of attempting to raise the dead, lol.

"Vivi: At least one person cares about their loved one enough to try to save them. I guarantee it." I mean, yeah. Vivi themself would probably try this on their loved one, right?

"Vivi: …I mean, hopefully I’ll get some test runs in. I ordered some mice from the Customer Service Desk…" Of course you did. Goddamn, they really weren't kidding when they said the doctor was Mad, huh?

"Noah: …She’ll be fine, right? She’s not going to do anything completely unreasonable…" I am very worried about whatever's about to happen.

"Then again, it is kinda messed up. It’s like using someone as an organ donor when they didn’t check that box on their driver’s license." The ethics of the situation are all kinda fucked, yeah.

"Whatever. Whatever. It’s just me. I’m not the one who needs to be making decisions like these. Coast until the lucky end– that was my strategy from the start, and it’ll be my strategy until the end." Classic Ellis, really.

"Noah: Hey, uh… good food at the buffet today, right?

Noah nudges Vanessa gently.

Vanessa: Yeah, it’s nice, I guess." I like how Noah's trying to cheer Ness up, it's sweet :)

"Aidan: …Hey. Who do you think your people are?

Vanessa: Uh… I mean, my sister, probably…" Yeah... ouch...

"Noah: …It’s gotta be my dad. I’ve… sort of accepted it, if it has to happen." I kinda forgot about his dad earlier in this post oops. But yeah, this tracks with the FTE.

"Ellis: Well, uh… I care about all of them equally! So, still no leads." Sure babe.

"Aidan: Eleven graves, fourteen contestants. Three people don’t have anyone in the rotation." Oh so suddenly theorizing about the motive based on the Show Room is okay, huh? Funny how that workds xD

"Aidan: It’s gotta be, right? I assume one is Mark, because they wouldn’t recognize anyone who turned up for them. Then there’s me, and one more.

Vanessa: You don’t care about anyone…?

Aidan: I mean, who would it be? It’s not like I’ve consistently spent time with anyone recently, or ever. Hell, in the last year, I've probably had the most conversations with Davis ‘cause he keeps coming to me." Seems he and I arrived at the same conclusion about Mark, so the question is whether the last one is Jeff or Ellis (or someone else but I find the others a bit more unlikely). Also, I wasn't imagining it, Davis is sticking close to Aidan, cool!

"Aidan: Do you remember what Grace said earlier today? About the whole trading equal numbers of lives thing? It’s not one to one. Not if you try to actually win as the blackened.

Ellis: Well yeah, if you assume that each of us only has one person on standby. As far as we know, there’s nothing to stop Grace from being rolled again.

Aidan: Nah, I asked Monoquin. One slot per person. If we get through all fourteen days, the motive’s over, and we get a new one." I mean, the whole "one to one" thing really wouldn't last if a few more deaths happened before someone actually murdered, so. But cool to know that there's only one per person!

"Vanessa: If no one you care about is at stake, why do you even care so much…? 

He shrugs.

Aidan: I figured other people did." Right, Aidan acts on what he thinks other people care about, since he doesn't give a shit about anything, generally speaking.

"Ellis: Do you think… the mastermind has someone on the line? Or do you think they’re one of those three slots? [...]

Noah: I mean, couldn’t the mastermind, like… lie? They could have the randomizer rigged, or turn up some random body and be like, “oh no, my person!” We don’t actually know who anyone’s people are, let alone what they look like. 

Vanessa: If it’s like that, then do you think the mastermind would bother with all that…?

Aidan: It’s probably less suspicious that way, right?" Oh hey, maybe Grace!MM is back on, actually. Would make sense if they didn't want to risk Vivi actually raising the dead only for the corpse to reveal that he's not Justin actually xD I don't think that's what's happening, but y'know. Where is Kennedy when you need him?

"Aidan: Me, Mark, and one more. Probably Ellis or Jeff.

Ellis: Wh–hey! I just told you who my people were!

Aidan: Not really." Lmao. Also yeah Aidan and me are on, like, the exact same wavelength here.

"Super Vivi is here to save the day, defy god, and reverse the biological process that’s ruled the Earth since its creation! I’m sure a 20-something in a crop top with a scalpel dangling from her ear is perfectly equipped to handle that. Honestly, how do they delude themself so badly…?" Ellis just can't handle a death defying bitch, huh?

"But, what if? Luck can only carry someone so far. I can be delayed as far to the back as I please, but if no one kills for fourteen days, there’s no running or hiding from seeing my result, whatever it may bring. Does that just mean that somebody will kill before my sliver has the chance to yield results?

Who am I kidding? We’ve had two contestants die before there was even a motive announced. Somebody’s definitely going to snap if there are actual other lives on the line. There just might be a few more bodies than anticipated standing in the way between me and my freedom." Yeah, no chance it actually goes through all 14 lol. That said, I am very curious to see who'll be next.

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Wow, what a chapter! Motive's getting announced pretty quickly, all things considered, but it makes sense with what the motive is. And it's a hell of a motive! I like it a lot! As always, excited to move forward, this chapter's looking even better than the last one! I'm just worried about how much we seem to be lining up for Vivi to die this chapter, but let's hope I'm just imagining things xD Thanks for reading, see ya'!

[neoyi-backstreetback]

Aephorul/Resh'an, 4, 10, 15, 20!

And Marine/Prima, 2, 13

*cracks knuckles* Let's start with Marine and Prima since there's less of that.

2) who says “I love you” more?

Honestly, both of them would be equally sharing that role, but in significantly different ways. Marine is much more outwardly and while it's not always a direct "I love you!" He is far, far, far more affectionate about it. That is, in a very blatant, glomping/planting dramatic kisses/locking-arms-out-in-public kinda way. He's a french robot, what'd ya expect?

Prima tends to be more subtle. He prefers the quiet "I love yous" in the privacy of their home (well, space ship in this case.) He tends to wordlessly wrap his arms around Marine or give him reassuring pecks on the forehead whenever Marine is sad or something like that. I personally like writing where the two don't necessarily say "I loves you" at the drop of a hat, but express it in their own ways through gestures and spoken reassurances/affections.

And without delving too much into spoiler territory, Prima would be the kind to softly tell Marine he loves him when the latter is asleep, for reasons I can't say yet since we're not at that part in the story.

13) who gives the most compliments?

This is the only one on the answer list that I did not draw art for, partially because after drawing everything else on this blog post, I started getting tired and partially because I could not really think of what to draw with Marine and Prima specifically for this piece.

The answer is, both would, but again, in their own ways. When Marine is especially happy Prima did something he likes, that bot is gonna be super giddy and enthusiastic with his compliments. Prima would dish out his more casually with a thumbs up; kinda like a "eyyy, that was the ritz, Fish Bot."

Okay, now for Resh'an and Aephorul.

4) who swears more?

Aephorul.

Resh'an tend to swear when prompted more than anything.

10) who usually makes dinner?

In his younger, pre-immortal days, Resh'an was a prince, so he had personal chefs literally cooking for him everyday, so dude never learned a damn thing. Obviously, also being a guy hyperfixated in alchemy meant he'd ignore food for hours at a time and sustain on coffee and whatever meals his servants left him that he only shoved into his mouth hole when he realized that, oh right, eating and drinking is what keeps you focused and not feel like dying.

Aephorul isn't a master chef by any means, but constantly traveling alone for so long and surviving harsh conditions meant he learned to cook what he could. We're talking camping, wilderness survivor levels, so he knows how to skin rabbits, pluck feathers from birds he's shot, and gut fishes he's killed. Most of them are just roasted over an open fire. Everything else is food he'll have bought from any towns and cities he's in and often ones that'll last, like dried sausages or cheese. ...He can fry eggs, but boiling them means he can store them to be munched on later.

Aephorul did try to teach Resh'an how to cook (survival and all), but it basically boiled down to Aephorul just doing most of it himself when it became clear that man would be likely to burn a house down with his lethal handling of a frying pan.

Post-immortal, Aephorul has an army of minions from all across the multiverse who often serve him food, half of which he doesn't really eat anyway because he just has a lot of work to do. Though the ones he does eat, he's actually very grateful for it. Aephorul genuinely has fond memories dining out in restaurants and bars in his travels, so he likes eating whenever he has the time. Sometimes, he actually will eat with his minions because he liked the bustling sounds of a busy bar in his youth. Aephorul doesn't really say much, he just lets Barma'thazel or the Acolytes chat about what Kevin's been doing to the office fern the other day or if any of them signed the card for Carol's retirement party.

Resh'an, being the kind of guy with a lot of time on his hands and genuinely appreciate of the world(s) around him, did eventually learn to cook and especially bake (hey, it's mixing ingredients, just like alchemy) which would prove useful a few times...........................but largely never really did make good use of it in favor of the truly heinous amount of take out he ends up ordering instead due to his literal centuries holed up in his library cave doing spacetime research and the shitton of endless money he can alchemy up whenever he damn well wants to pay for his umpteenth Chipotle burrito.

15) who isn’t afraid to embarrass the other in public?

Technically both. Aephorul, usually when he's the most angry; Resh'an if Aephorul pushed his buttons enough. There have been MOUNTAINS of arguments between the two of them out in public before they learned to at least STOP TIME so they could conduct their bitchfest without prying eyes or ears.

Pre-immortal days, it was usually Resh'an embarrassing Aephorul, but in a very affectionate way. In spite of being, like, 20, Resh'an would do that shit where kids would pull someone's pigtails or poke them with a pencil as a sign that they liked them. Past Resh'an would absolutely do that to Aephorul when they were slowly getting to know each other. Aephorul found it annoying, but damn it, he could not stop blushing at that guy For Some Reason.

Resh'an did stop eventually, largely because he outgrew it. Running away from home and learning to adapt to life outside a palace took the spoiled child out of him relatively quickly.

20) who is more ‘physically passionate’? (hugs, kisses, or maybe more…)

Aephorul without a doubt. And absolutely out in public. He will smother that man with kisses, hugs, and minor inappropriate touching until someone complained and the two of them would be escorted out of the park because damn it, they were warned about this.

Resh'an tries to put a stop to it before it gets too far and maintain some decorum, but he secretly feels validated that Aephorul, after millennia after millennia, has never stopped loving him. Resh'an adores the affection, he just won't admit it.

[potatogirlll]

so, jojos and autism

Since it's 7 am and i have nothing else to do, I've decided to compile a list of Jojo characters that i think may be autistic. Because there are. A LOT.

Part 3

Jotaro: dude. He is literally THE most autistic anime character I've ever seen in my entire life. How he gets upset over stupid shit but remains calm during actually distressful situations. How he's mostly quiet and his expression is always the same. HOW HE THINKS EVERYONE ELSE KNOWS WHAT HE IS THINKING. and also that one clip with koichi where he is UNABLE to make small talk. Yeah

kakyoin: Self isolated masking child prodigy that memorizes random trivia he finds and uses it as a conversation starter. Literally feels like he is alone in the world and no one can understand him because no one tries and no one can, he also has an extremely internalized displeasure and apathy towards the world... This is mostly subtext but if you pay attention its there, i love my boy

Part 4

Kira: extreme anxiety over his nails, masks all the time, kind of infodumps, lack of empathy, obsession with his routines, etc. This one i am not so sure about, as he definetely has antisocial personality disorder and his obsessions with his routine and his nails could be interpreted as OCD. just some thoughts

rohan: OK HEAR ME OUT. No social awareness, has a very specific way of writing his manga, DOESNT CARE WHEN HIS HOUSE IS BURNING DOWN AND WANTS TO KNOW HOW JOSUKE CHEATED. Licks a fucking spider and doesnt see the problem!!!!!!! ik yall hate him (affectionately????) but i just had to say this.

Part 5

Giorno: usually monotonous voice, thinks outside of the box, always the same expression, socially distant. This one is mostly a gut feeling, but it could also be interpreted as him being a very traumatized kid.

Part 6

Weather Report: RAPTOR HANDS? ONLY WHISPERING TO PEOPLE HE TRUSTS IN FRONT OF PEOPLE HE DOESNT KNOW? TIPTOEING??? yeah

Anasui: (disclaimer: i hate jolysui i hate him as a person i hate how the manga did him i hope he just stays in his little queerplatonic relationship with weather while taking care (very horribly might i add) of emporio and never is exposed to the outside world. i love him. ughhhhh) lack of social cues, especially with jolyne, obsession with dismembering things, extreme emotional outbursts,,, the signs are there, but it could also be interpreted as ocd, ocpd and intermittent explosive personality disorder, respectly. whatever.

Pucci: uses prime numbers as stimming mechanism, kind of sees social interactions unconventionally, lack of empathy (but not as much as kira, also no clear malicious intent, so i dont think hes coded as a psychopath?). Again, could be interpreted as OCD.

not gonna add foo fighters because theyre literally plankton but they do have autistic traits

i havent finished part 7 and havent started part 8. as of writing this, part 9 currently just released its first chapter, and i dont see any autistic traits in any of the characters rn. might edit this in the future and add anyone that i might have missed or just discovered through reading the later parts. Thats all i wanted to say, thanks 4 reading

[greenlightbulbonawire]

Misfits (yeah like the Arcane song)

XLIX.

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Summary: From the dark musty cell of Stillwater all the way to the very base of Firelights, but where to from there? Guess you'll just have to let fate lead you.

Author's note: I'm back with more content!! I know left you on kind of a cliffhanger and than this chapter's probably gonna be dissapointing for a lot of you, but then again, this is supposed to be slow burn (I never wrote a fanfiction b4 so if it doesn't feel like slow burn, I'm sorry ToT) Anyways, also my apologies for not posting last week, I ran out of pre-written chapters and didn't feel like writing, BUT, I did get my motivation back so here we are!! enjoy the chapter and have an amazing day<3

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“What do you mean he told you?” Your somewhat horrified and mildly perturbed expression resting on your face as Scars words set into your mind. “Well, to be perfectly candid, he didn’t need to tell me, since Ekko’s like the only person you hang out with, besides the kids, and I really doubt that you’d feel the need to ask about something you’re feeling towards children.” “Okay, first of all, I do not only hang out with Ekko and the kids! I have a lot of friends here!” You furrowed your brows and folded your arms in front of your chest, faking being insulted and scrunching your face. “Uh huh, okay, and second of all?” “I haven't figured that one out yet.” Scar chuckled quietly at your statement and shook his head, the smile still lingering on the man's lips. “Look, I know you probably made your choice carefully…” He started to say as you murmured “No not really” under your breath but stayed listening to his sentence. “But honestly, I’m not the best person for this talk, I have my kids and all, but I think you’d find more help in someone closer to your age.” “I thought you were close to my age though.” The man gave you a confused look and tilted his head slightly. “[Reader] you do realize that I’m about ten years older than you, do you?” “YOUR WHAT”

… “Or maybe it’d be best just to talk with Ekko you know?” “Yeah, but how do I do that? What would I even ask him?” The girl who helped you in the kitchen that one time, and who you learned was called Lyra became your second victim. “Uh I guess you could just get him slightly drunk and then ask whatever or just start talking with him, Ekko always tends to spill his guts when he's drunk or high from my personal experience.” You nodded in acknowledgement and thought back to the one night when the council blew up, and you and Ekko had your little drinking session on his balcony. “I mean, there was this one time when we were both drunk, and he told me I was pretty or something.” “What are we even talking about here then?? I really, genuinely doubt he’s not into you.” Lyra said and rolled her eyes and you could literally feel the blood rushing to turn your cheeks red.

“Look, I don’t know you all that well and shit, but I never thought that you’d be a coward.” “I’M NOT A COWARD” “Yeah? GO TALK TO HIM THEN DUDE.” You sighed and let out a little whiny sound. “He’s busy repairing my hoverboard right now, I’m not gonna bother him.” “You broke it again?” Lyra chuckled and shook her head, fixing her eyes back onto the dinner in making, skillfully cutting up some root vegetables, as the sound of a knife hitting the cutting board repetitively accompanied their words. “Ehh you know, shit happens.” You replied and rolled your eyes lightheartedly, not that Lyra could see it anyway. “Not so sure about that, it’s more like you’re just really careless, or you’ve made it your own personal goal to ruin your board as much as possible.” The girl teased you back and scraped the cut up vegetable into a pot of boiling water with some other stuff getting cooked in it already.

You had to admit, even if this girl was brutally honest sometimes and could be more of an acquired taste, she was good company, especially if she was cooking. With her in the kitchen, the whole atmosphere of the room felt so comfortable. The smell of the food being cooked mixed with the light banter coming from Lyra and yellow sunlight seeping into the room could even challenge the evening chats with Ekko on that billboard on Faes street. “Hey no fair, I swear I’m not doing it on purpose.” “How about you take some responsibility finally and own up to your actions huh?” Even if you didn’t want to, you had to admit they were right. “Whatever, don't worry your pretty head about it, come here and help me. I’m in a good mood and feel like actually teaching you stuff.” “Oh really? So you’ve finally taken a liking to me?”

“Don’t… Don’t make me change my mind.” Lyra threatened, but deep down you knew she would hold true to her word. So without much of a second thought you pushed yourself off of the ground and joined them at her side. And after a few minutes you were filled with new information regarding what spices go well together, how much to stir when cooking different foods, and man did you regret not having something to write all of this down into. You had to hand it to her, they knew a lot about food. The sunlight started to slowly disappear and the food looked and smelled better and better with each passing minute. You couldn't wait to eat it. The Undercity isn’t exactly known for its cuisine, and the resources down here are somewhat scarce too, but this girl was a magician when it came to cooking. Now you finally understood why they spend most of her time in the kitchen.

[whentherewerebicycles]

baby had his four-month vaccines today and did very well! some betrayed screaming (he looks so much like my italian grandmother when he's furious it's kind of hilarious) but he always returns pretty easily to equilibrium if you cuddle him a bit. chill little dude! i love that little guy.

he is napping now and i should be doing student work but instead i am going to do some reflective journaling about Parenting. i have not been writing about Parenting very much in My Public Diary for a number of reasons and i thought it might be useful to write through that hesitation a bit.

liz and i have talked a lot about how we imagine the emotional experience of parenting is going to feel a lot like the emotional experience of teaching. (bear with me on this tangent as i promise it circles back.) teaching is one of the best, most rewarding, most purposeful forms of work in the world, but you really earn the emotional highs through facing the extreme emotional lows lol. in teaching, you get very little external feedback on how you are doing. you have to trust your gut a lot and figure things out on the fly in the absence of genuinely helpful institutional support. you make a lot of mistakes (sometimes quite big ones) and you feel stupid and guilty about those mistakes (sometimes for years!). teaching feels intensely personal, both because you pour a ton of your own personality into it and because kids' reactions to their classroom experience are often framed as reactions to you personally (ie if they hate your rules or the way you do things or the subject matter you are teaching or the way you address disciplinary issues, they are often going to react in ways that feel like: I Hate You, Person Who Embodies The Things I Dislike or Feel Uncomfortable With). as a teacher there are SO many opportunities for public humiliation, in big and small ways. like, you are basically just on stage every day in front of kids who often did not choose to be there and do not always have a strong motivation to give you any positive reinforcement at all lol. also, while sometimes you are lucky and find really supportive teacher communities, you are also sometimes unlucky and find yourself in school environments where other teachers are really critical of each other or hostile to different approaches or so sensitive/defensive about their own work that even talking about teaching strategies together can feel super fraught. oh and also you have to deal with so much cultural NOISE because everyone thinks they can do their job better than you or knows how your job should be done even if they've never set foot in front of a classroom.

so often in teaching you find yourself facing a challenging audience, without much or any institutional support, with minimal external feedback on your work apart from the intensely emotional I Love You!/I Hate You! gut reactions you get from kids, in professional environments where trying to talk openly about your work or others' work can make people real real prickly real fast. this is obviously a skewed-negative framing (there are so many WONDERFUL things about teaching! the challenges are incredibly intellectually stimulating and push you to grow emotionally in ways that few professions do! the relationships you form with kids and with teachers who also genuinely love the work are unbelievably enriching and life-affirming!). but that's the way teaching can feel at its hardest.

i think that parenting, or thinking and talking about parenting, is probably going to feel a LOT like that at times. like, you are going to get LOTS of feedback on your parenting style from your kid... but that feedback is going to often be really personal and emotion-driven, and it will also be delivered by someone whose prefrontal cortex has not finished developing yet. there is no system of performance assessments where you can get feedback from a trusted "colleague" or recognized authority figure. we do not have strong cultural or institutional resources for coaching parents or helping them learn how to parent in more effective ways. and even the definition of "effective" is going to vary HUGELY from parent to parent, since we all choose to center different values in our parenting and to prioritize different life outcomes (just as teachers might choose to prioritize different learning outcomes and so emphasize different things in their work). i assume that parenting is also going to involve managing feelings of humiliation, guilt, shame, etc. at some points (even as it also offers incredible highs!). and of course there is an absolutely overwhelming amount of cultural noise around parenting styles etc especially online... and it's even more fraught than the cultural noise around teaching because at least with teaching the framing isn't "if you don't do exactly what I think is best you are going to permanently scar your child and irreparably damage their prospects in life." and then idk also just hard to talk to other parents about parenting even though i desperately want to! i want to talk these things out with people who are currently navigating similar issues or have just been through the same thing, as well as with people whose children are much older and who have had the time and distance to reflect on their experiences. but it can feel soooooo emotionally vulnerable to talk about your parenting values or your reasoning for doing things, in part because people can get super defensive about their own values or reasoning for doing something, even if you are not criticizing them for doing something differently.

anyway. this is all a long way of saying: i can't make sense of my own lived experiences if i'm not writing my way through them. writing is the way i untangle what i'm feeling and make decisions about how i want to move forward. i am also someone who craves detailed frameworks or mental schemas for what i'm doing. i don't want rigid rules, but i do want to have a loose, flexible mental framework that guides my decision-making. i want to think about the big questions a lot when i'm in a calm reflective headspace so that when i'm under immense pressure or in an emotionally fraught situation i can try to make choices that aren't just knee-jerk reactions but are aligned with the bigger-picture values and longer-term outcomes that matter to me. i also find a lot of value in documenting where my head and heart are at in a particular moment, even if i acknowledge that my thinking about things will evolve over time as i have new experiences or learn new things.

long circular way of getting to the question: why do i fear writing about parenting online? short answer:

I'm afraid of feeling judged!

I'm afraid of coming off as naive/stupid! I feel like so much of our cultural rhetoric around parenting is like, "you think being PREGNANT is hard? try having a NEWBORN! you think having a NEWBORN is hard? try having a TODDLER! you think having a TODDLER is hard? try having a PRETEEN. you think having a PRETEEN is hard? well you're gonna HATE how SHITTY and OVERWHELMED and INADEQUATE you feel when you have a TEENAGER!!!" and so on forever and ever. there's so little generosity or empathetic curiosity in the way we talk to & about parents or people who want to be parents. some of that is true! you can't really know something until you've lived it yourself, and idk, a lot of it IS hard. but i think often the way we talk to each other about parenting, or the way people talk to new parents in particular about parenting, gets kinda clouded by our emotional defensiveness around parenting and the general negativity with which we speak about parenting.

I'm afraid of making other people feel judged if I do things differently than they do or if I seem to be having an easier time with a particular stage.

however! here are some counterpoints:

people will judge you for anything and everything. who cares! i also think that carving out space for sustained reflection around parenting is going to help me feel more secure in my choices and therefore less scared about being judged. if i know why i am doing things and feel reasonably confident in my choices, i am less vulnerable to being emotionally buffeted around by the general cultural noise or other people's strong opinions.

feeling scared of looking stupid/naive/inexperienced is suuuch a core fear of mine lol. i really relish feeling competent and having others perceive me as competent. but this core fear is also a core thing i want to work on in myself. learning how to do something new (especially when the stakes feel so high!!) is hard, messy, vulnerable work. all learners entering a new sphere of knowledge bring with them preconceptions that will seem ill-founded or incomplete to more experienced practitioners. totally normal. totally not something to be embarrassed about. the goal is not to get it exactly right & be an expert the first time you try something. the goal is to be engaged in a lifelong process of learning, trying, reflecting, reconsidering, trying again, evaluating other approaches or perspectives, etc etc. i am sure that i will often write about parenting in the self-assured, know-it-all tones of a novice learner who's absorbed just enough to be really stupid about it lol. but life will teach me. i will learn to moderate my positions, to reconsider certainties i held sacrosanct, and to respect ways of addressing challenges that are very different from my own. but you can't do that from the sidelines or from that relentlessly bird's eye view/meta mode i love to inhabit. you gotta get in there and live it. gotta look like a dumbass in front of people and then get over yourself and become less of a dumbass in time. no way but through.

lastly, re: not wanting to make other people feel judged: I can't control how other people react to me! I can take care to try to be less of a serenely self-assured dumbass (lol) and to write about my own parenting choices in ways that communicate respect for other people's choices. but people can also just choose to not engage with stuff that isn't for them. or they can gently push back on what i say if that's important to them to see other perspectives acknowledged. that's ok! that's great.

idk. this is getting quite long! but as always, it was helpful for me to write through it -- and i guess maybe also helpful to give a sort of upfront disclaimer: I'm going to be writing a lot about parenting, probably for a while, because I find it endlessly interesting to think about and because this is the dedicated space where I think out loud about stuff. I'm going to be learning and reevaluating the way I think about different aspects of parenting as I go, and I'm going to give myself the space and grace to change my mind as I learn more and have new experiences. my decisions and reflections are specific to my life, my beliefs, and my context and are not meant to be generalized judgments on the "best" way to parent. they're just my choices. but also, inevitably, thinking about my personal decisions will involve thinking about the parenting cultures in which I am immersed and reflecting on why I might want to do things differently or develop different frameworks. so yeah. here we go! more to come but i really gotta get some work done before this baby wakes up.

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Okay hi, it's my first time asking something (and it probably won't be the last), but could you write a lil something about Kai having a goth/punk S/O, like they have tattoos, that typical gothic look, and collect weird trinkets/bones (or even do taxidermy themselves). Like maybe they try to convince him to participate in their spooky shenanigans, like going to a cemetery with a lil ghost hunting kit, or even trying to get him to go to a haunted house during Halloween?

Anyway I love your account, keep up the great work! <3

Welcome! And thank you so much for complimenting the things I do in here ^^

Man is unbothered by most things except germs and heroes so being on a cemetery is child's play comparing tk what this guy does does his father boss approval.

Probably will go along with you if you beg enough... and he will be covered up from head to toe. Just in case no dirt gets on him.

But that doesn't mean he always accept though... due to his lil problem with germs.

Also, he doesn't believe in ghosts so excuse him if he straight up tells you that. He really enjoys how you share your own hobbies with him and almost desires you do it more often. Really, but he doesn't see the fun on hunting something that, for him, doesn't exist.

This guy is the type to believe something only seeing it.

Cue Kai almost fanting if he ever sees a ghost

The haunted house idea will probably work more with him. But... you don't know whether to be disappointed or not when this guy doesn't blink.

Although there was one time when some worker of the house touched on his shoulder and Chisaki actually shrieked and flinched so hard you had a laughing fit before going to stop him from overhauling the poor teenager before it was too late.

And no, he wasn't scared. He wasn't. It was the damn teenagers gross hand on him that made him lose it. Stop laughing at him.

"Who the hell thinks is a good idea to work with these?!"

About your hobbies about collecting bones and even doing a bit of taxidermy yourself impress him in a good way. He tells you to clean the bones though, so pls do it for his sake.

The taxidermy isn't exactly his area but since he loves the concept of biology he does find fascinating how you can do that and will often stop whatever he us doing just to watch you doing your own thing.

Might had the idea once or twice to do this shit with some subordinates he doesn't like... ahem, rappa. But luckily you talk it out of him

Right? RIGHT?!

About the trinkets you have to fight him since this guy tried to threw it away a hunch of times.

Your tattoos are something he at first worried a lot about. Who did the tatto and touched your skin? Did they do the right procedure? Did they treat you right? Were you badly treated for having them? (Japan is knows to not like tattos as far as I heard of so)

He sighed in relief when he got to know that everything went alright and you treated your skin perfectly well.

See? He cares I swear.

He doesn't have much thought about your tattos and honestly never commented on it, but if someone ever insults you for them you will see this man go berserk.

Actually was the topic of a joke when Pops commented that even his s/o had tattos while him didn't had the guts to do one.

Poor dude was bullied by the elder because of that... pops already loves you.

And lastly your looks,

As I said before in many hcs and fics, Chisaki doesn't care about appearances at all. He cares more about his s/os personality, character and morals than everything else. Those things is what attracts Chisaki to someone.

But that doesn't mean that behind close doors he won't compliment you though-

He loves to see how you dress yourself up to go out or to just rest with him inside the house. If you do put make up on his fingers will immediately grab and take your chin up just so he could look at what you did and soon a adoring smile will appear behind that mask of his.

If you do dress other colors he will say you look lovely, but he does have a thing with you wearing black and purple together.

Finds it sexy

Although a lil secret... he goes insane if you have piercings.

For some reason he thinks that piercings, not the scandalous ones, are really attractive.

So if you do have one... congrats. If not? Congrats as well!

Because this man loves his goth/punk s/o so much he would kill for them.

Literally.

[craetor]

What are your top 10 favorite media ever (can be anime/manga, tv series, books, movies, games, etc)? Why love them? Thanks ⭐

Hehe thanks for the ask! I'd be happy to comply!

I can't pick dude. If you just want me to ramble about media, I'll start by talking about some pieces that have positively surprised me.

• Spaceman

Tuned in for the hot spider from the instagram clips, stayed for the interesting social commentary. I'm sure it would help a fuck ton of cis men if they just watched it. I loved Hanuš even more than I expected. Turns out an emotionally wise & relatable alien is better than one that would gut me after all.

• Pop Team Epic (season 1 especially)

It's one of those out-of-pocket pieces of media that have a ridiculous production value and passion behind it. Like, genuine production value. It's like anything Studio Trigger has made. An old friend and I were obsessed with PTE during the pandemic and pretty much made it half our personality to like it and other media like it (e.g. Way of a House Husband, nyan neko sugar girls, Backstreet Girls (That was a solid 6/10. Good watch dude). I also have Cromartie High School on my watchlist we'll see how that goes)

Now onto some books & poetry

As some may know from reading my fics & following my Lawlight obsession, I'm a big fan of poetry. I enjoy Goete a lot. He's the only name I've consistently been satisfied by. Naturalism is just my tea, as is pretty plain to see in anything I create. I'm bad at reading due to ADHD but I get it done sometimes. Blood Meridian by Cormac McCarthy is insane. Paradise Lost is great. Can you tell I get my book recommendations from Wendigoon? Holes by Louis Sachar reminds me of kids at Wammy's House but also I like it because every plot point in it leads to a perfect circle and I never fail to be amazed by good writing like that.

My favorite music genre is anything that counts as goth music. Sometimes emo if MSI is emo (I know and I'm sorry. Guilty pleasure). Darkwave & Post-Punk are my go-to for over half the year, but I listen to anything if it captures a vibe well. Anything from Mitski & Penelope Scott to Depeche Mode, Twin Tribes, Vestron Vulture & Bragolin to Lady Gaga (empress of my childhood) to Odetari. Oddly enough, however, my favorite band is Glass Animals. Zaba is a masterpiece, but I love several songs from their other albums too (Hot Sugar, Pork Soda, Life Itself...)

I'm not a huge fan of irl shows but I have enjoyed all 6 seasons of Peaky Blinders for the second time last month and have seen Interview With The Vampire a couple months back. That one also left me extremely surprised with how good it was. I've been disappointed by 'queer' stories before. They were scrubbed of any realism and dumbed down to make them more palatable, which I just couldn't watch for the life of me. As you may know, IWTV is the complete opposite of that lol. I've also peeked into Hannibal a couple times. It was good but I don't have time like that.

Animated shows & manga that I enjoy are:

• Death Note ofc

• Kakegurui (I rewatch s1 & s2 every year. Last year twice, I think)

• [Naoki Urasawa's] Monster (animated by Madhouse♡ I've been considering rewatching that too...)

• Paradise Kiss (just hits different in summer. The outro is Do You Want To by Franz Ferdinand. Love that song)

• Madoka Magica (the themes are Crazy.)

• Chainsaw Man (as fucked as they are, Mappa's creative team absolutely devoured. The outros are all incredible)

• Buddy Daddies (>>>>Spy X Family)

• Dandadan is looking pretty good

• The Summer Hikaru Died manga (impressive pacing, stunning art work, stellar character writing👌)

• Over The Garden Wall🎃🍂🌲🖤

• Arcane (a masterclass in character writing)

Aaand • Gravity Falls because it's literally so good, not just as nostalgia

My favorite movies:

• ARRIVAL (man I have to rewatch that)

• every single Pirates of the Caribbean movie (how had I never seen them as a child? Kinda happy about it though. Now i got to enjoy it with my adult mind spoiler-free)

• Princess Mononoke (to the surprise of no one)

• Spirited Away

• Ponyo (the implied 'children can consent' part is iffy but it's magical. My first Ghibli movie)

• Shawshank Redemption

• Disney's Atlantis (yup. That's what I was super into as a child. Had those on cassette. Every Sunday... I'm convinced the whole experience of the misty town from the second movie has singlehandedly made me who I am today)

• Dou Kyu Sei

• Godzilla 2 (THE CGI???? Also I'm a monster enthusiast)

• Portrait of a Lady on Fire

• that fucking Czech Cinderella movie that's on TV every December

Thank you again for the ask, OP🙏🏻 I love sharing these things. Now my arm hurts

[freelanceexorcist]

Some more comments on the demo.

I'm not able to play it because I don't have a PS5 and there won't be one in the cards for a while, but I at least found a good, thorough playthrough that didn't have some streamer yammering over the dialogue, so that will have to do.

I'm writing as a I watch, so there's gonna be a lot here.

Cut for Rebirth spoilers (and a Game of Thrones one) and length.

-I loved seeing Sephiroth act and speak so casually! Back then, he really was just a guy, huh?

-And holy crap, is that seriously Caleb Pierce doing the voice of Shinra Security Officer Who Is Actually Cloud? Kinda on the nose, but I like it. Maybe in Cloud's dumpster fire of a psyche, not only does he remember being the SOLDIER 1st Class, but he remembers Zack as being the security guard.

-OMFG, Master Zangan! LOL, this fuckin guy. Three seconds after meeting Cloud he's feeling him up! And man, he's got some huge Patrick Warburton energy going on.

-Only three beds in the room at the inn? Guess one of the boys is gonna have to double up with Sephiroth.

-Let me just state for the record that I really like Cloud as a character. That said, when he was a teenager? He was, uh...a wee bit of a creeper. His favorite spot to hang out just happens to face what I assume is Tifa's bedroom window. And what does he do when he knows he's alone in the house? Goes into her bedroom and starts going through her stuff. At least the ladies called his ass out for that this time, because that sequence never did sit right with me.

-I'll bet Sephiroth was ready to buy Random Villager Guy a drink. RVG keeping those looky loos and stans away like a champ! He even had to keep them away from the INN! I really understand why he wanted nothing to do with the "hero" role. Yep, let Genesis go be the Taylor Swift of the FFVII-verse and see how HE likes it.

-Tifa is so tiny next to Sephiroth! Then again, everyone is. Dude's a freakin' TANK.

-Wow, that photographer's an even bigger asshole this time around. Seriously, dude? Taking a picture not only without Sephiroth's permission but when his back is turned?

-The "oh...FINE!" body language when Cloud asked, though.

-And I reiterate. Sephiroth. SUCH a bro here. All I hear is Clark Kent when he talks.

-So it just occurred to me that Sephiroth was deliberately the first one to fall in the river because he knew he'd have to save everyone and he didn't even know how far of a drop it was. That bridge collapsed under the sheer weight of his balls.

-And his horror and devastation at losing one of his men will never not gut me. Everyone was dry by the time he got back, so you know he was out there looking for that dude for a LONG time, too. That's a huge change from "sorry for your luck, pal, but we have a mission to finish." That's what makes his tragic fall all the more inexplicable. In the OG, his coldness had you thinking "yeah, I can see this guy having a Face-Heel Turn easy." But here? With him so protective of those weaker than him and his emotional investment in his people? You don't go from that to "burn them all," even when a severe mental breakdown is involved. I may talk more about this later. ("Oh. Yay." --everybody)

-*Sephiroth has joined the party*-

-Serious question: is there anything in the lore that I missed that states there's no PPE that can protect from mako? Because when Sephiroth said "mako this thick is very dangerous," I thought "maybe bring some respirators next time then?" Yeah, probably no NIOSH rating high enough to filter out spirit energy.

-Yep, definitely no love lost between Seph and the sperm donor.

-Yeah, Barret, it's not making a whole lot of sense to me either at this point.

-"Am I even...human?" Fuck. It's going even harder in Rebirth.

-And the library sequence. Double fuck. The rage in his voice at the end. The madness. And that strange breathing after he glitched? I'll bet he was trying to fight off Jenova and he failed. Sorry, Vincent, but I think Seph is the one that should be able to take out Hojo.

Aaaand that's enough self-imposed psychological torture for the day. I can't watch what comes next.

Jenova used his anger, his devastation and his sleep deprivation to get a toehold. Which makes me think, what if in the trilogy's lore she started piloting him? No, I don't mean controlling his mind or even heavily influencing him? What if she's using him as a vessel? I mean like the deities, angels and demons on Supernatural. She's driving the boat now, and he's in the back of his mind screaming, because he's aware of the things she's making her new meat suit do and he can't stop it.

I'm not trying to let anyone's dirty rotten CGI girlfriend-ganking butt off the hook here if anyone wants to accuse me of that sort of thing. I'm merely saying that burning a village full of innocents is not the actions to expect from the Sephiroth we've come to know in the demo. Yes, he's a SOLDIER who has probably had to do some very unpleasant things under orders, but there was no reason for this. Going from zero to genocide straight out of the blue is inexplicable, I don't care how bad the mental breakdown was.

It's just the only thing that makes sense at this point. People like him get angry, sure. They rage, sure. They swear vengeance on the people who wronged them, sure. But they don't kill innocent people because of it and in such a horrific way. At their most violent, they may find Hojo and try to see how loudly and for how long he can scream.

Bog standard villains don't get this kind of "good guy" lead up to their nefarious deeds, and he's getting that treatment big time from both Rebirth and Ever Crisis. That's usually only reserved for the Chaotic Neutral and redeemable types that were supposed to like. There's nothing in that backstory so far to suggest that he was capable of a Nibelheim-level mass murder. Sure, there's headcanons that he was just a fuse waiting to be lit, but nothing official even hints at that. This came out of NOWHERE.

Maybe I'm not seeing the big picture or whatever, but the extreme change in behavior, the senseless violence...why would FFVII do that to the audience? To torture us? That's just cruel. Even Game of Thrones didn't do the audience that dirty with Danaerys Targaryen (if you didn't see her Face-Heel Turn coming from a mile away, you were watching a different show than me, because she was always a Heel. She just brutalized people who had it coming until King's Landing.).

And I'm out. If you've managed to stick around this long or even read this at all, thank you. If you want to argue, please save it for another day because I'm REALLY not in the mood. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go drink. A lot.

[this-daydream-is-dangerous-13]

Rolling Stone Mitch profile!! Written by beloved Rob Sheffield!!

Some of these quotes legit made me 😭😭.

It’s a great rock & roll story — from slanging slices to conquering castles. But in typical understated style, he refuses to take any credit. “I’m only prepared to play a place like Slane because of all the places Harry’s taken me, and then I’m only playing my music to anyone because of him,” he says. He also won’t accept credit for the meteoric Styles phenomenon, despite co-writing and playing on so many hits. He’s still the same dude who didn’t want to quit the pizzeria. (“I needed the check for the rent,” he says.)

“Harry could have picked any group of people when he decided he was going to go solo,” Rowland continues. “He was massive — he was larger than life. I still can’t believe he wanted to make music with someone who had zero credit to their name, when he could have done the opposite so easily, and everyone would’ve said yes. I’ll never quite get over that.”

But Harry’s gut instincts about Mitch turned out to be justified, to say the least. “He just had a feeling, which says a lot,” Rowland says. “I’ve learned a lot from Harry, but a lot of the most important stuff is to just trust the people around you, and let something be whatever it’s going to be.”

And this Matilda quote!!

A few years ago, it might have seemed weird to cross over between pop and folk, as Rowland does on Come June. But it’s a sign that pop audiences have gotten more broad-minded. Whenever Styles sings the intensely emotional ballad “Matilda,” with Rowland on acoustic guitar, you can hear a pin drop in the room, even in a stadium. The hush is poignant — nobody even sings along. “Well, everybody’s crying,” Rowland says. “I never play that song facing the crowd. One night I thought, ‘Why don’t I just try it one time facing the crowd?’ But it was too much. It was deep into the tour, and all of a sudden, I’m paying attention, and I almost stopped playing. I thought, ‘God, this is what we’ve been playing every night?’”

He is such a good man; I love him and Sarah so much. Teary fans would stop them for photos this summer and Sarah would earn them “you’ll make me cry too!” when they sobbed out compliments.

Anyway - read it! Rob Sheffield (OG Haylor) 4eva.