#i tried making a separate file to get with other characters

[mac33cheese]

"He is a fictional character bro, he doesn't actually want you"

LEAVE ME AND MY HUSBAND ALONE 😖😠 I'M GOING TO GET HIM PREGNANT BELIEVE ME.

[krirebr]

Welcome to Your Life

Pairing: dark vampire!Steve Rogers x f!reader

Word Count: ~3.75k

Summary: During a drunken night out on vacation, you're brought to a strange club and presented to a mysterious man. Part of Everybody Wants to Rule the World

Warnings: Horror elements, dark elements, mind control, some blood and gore, feeding on humans, captivity, dub/con, SMUT - All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI

Divider by @saradika

We're All Monsters

Masterlist

A/N: And here it is, the first part of Vampire Steve's solo story! If you missed his introduction, it was in I Can't Sleep Cause My Bed's On Fire. You don't need to read that before you read this, but some of the world-building (specifically how his club works) might be helpful. Plus, it's a vampire threesome, so 🥵🥵🥵

This is also the first part of the new, super-expanded supernatural universe that I'm doing with @paperweight91, playing off of what I started with my Psycho Killer AU. Big thanks to Chelsea for all her help on this and for just how much fun it's been to come up with ideas with her for this whole universe.

Now, where it might get slightly confusing, but I really hope it doesn't. This story introduces a new character, Cutter, who will eventually be a reader in one of Chelsea's stories in her werewolf half of this au. She is not physically described at all here, other than being a woman. I hope it gets you excited about what @paperweight91 has in store for her.

As always, any comments, reblogs, or asks are very appreciated. You know how much I love this Steve. Please come screech with me about him!!!

You were shaking. That was the only thing you knew. You didn’t know where you were or what you were doing there. Not even how you’d gotten there, just that you were standing in the back room of some club, surrounded by people—were they people? Of course, they were. What else could they be?!—unable to move, and you couldn’t stop shaking.

You’d been on vacation with some friends in Berlin. You’d all decided to have a wild night out together but were quickly separated. While tipsily searching for them at a club, you’d bumped into a man, an American, who told you his name was Cole. And suddenly, looking for your friends didn’t seem as important. He’d told you he knew a great bar just a few blocks away. You didn’t really remember agreeing to go with him, but now you were here, in a room full of strangers who wouldn’t stop leering at you. No one had done anything or even said anything, but you knew in your bones that you were not safe. And yet, you couldn’t move.

Cole, especially, wouldn’t take his eyes off you, your neck in particular. You desperately wished for something to cover up your club attire. A woman was leaning against the wall in the corner, sharpening her ridiculously long nails with a knife. She looked up occasionally, and this time her gaze landed on Cole, a scowl on her face. “You know he gets first taste,” she said, before looking back down in disinterest.

“I know,” he said, his fingers drumming impatiently on his thigh.

“Everything has to get his approval before it goes on the menu,” she continued, still not looking up as she filed her nails to a terrifying point. 

“Yes,” Cole gritted out, “I know that, Cutter. I’m not fucking new.”

“Then stop acting like you’re jonesing for your next fix. You’re that fucking hungry? Go get yourself something to eat that actually is on the menu.” Nothing they were saying made any sense. 

He scowled at her, but started to leave the room, and then, suddenly, stopped. Everyone stopped. Cutter looked up, listening for something, then pushed herself off the wall and made her way over to you. She brushed one of her exceedingly sharp nails over your bottom lip. Looking you in the eye, she breathed, “Kneel, sweetheart.” And you were on your knees before you had any idea what had happened. She smiled at you and added, “Be quiet,” and you knew, in every cell, that you wouldn’t have been able to make any noise if you’d tried. 

One of the doors opened and a tall, broad, beautiful man came into the room and you felt the energy of everything change. It was like it was all, yourself included, suddenly charged with electricity. You’d never felt anything like it. He zeroed in on you instantly and made his way over. You felt the instinct to cower, but it was far away, almost like it was behind a wall. And you still couldn’t move anyway. All you could do was shiver.

The man looked at you carefully. “Pretty,” he said, absently. He brushed his thumb over your lower lip just like Cutter had. Then he gripped your chin and angled it up so you were forced to make eye contact. “Give me your wrist,” he said and you couldn’t explain the feeling that moved through your body, only that you reached your wrist up to him, you had to, and waited for him to take it. He took it in his firm grip and placed his thumb right over your pulse point. He pressed down hard and smiled when you still didn’t move, didn’t react. It was like you didn’t know how. And then, something happened, so quickly you couldn’t process it. Fangs descended into his mouth and he lowered his head to your wrist and bit down hard. It was some of the worst pain you’d ever felt, but you didn’t pull away, didn’t make a sound. It wasn’t until you felt the wetness on your cheeks that you even realized you were crying. It was like all the different parts of you were separated. 

He pulled his teeth from your wrist and then licked the wound clean. He grinned at you and said, “You have excellent taste in cocktails, honey.” Then he looked over at Cutter and his smile dropped. “She’s still drunk. You should have known better.”

Her mouth fell open, and then she flung her hand out at Cole who stood sheepishly on the other side of the room. “Cole’s the one who brought her in!”

He was in front of her in a blink, the arm that was still in the air now in his firm grasp. She grimaced. “And you know exactly how good his judgment is,” he growled.

“Steve,” she whispered, just barely loud enough for you to hear her.

The man (could you even call him that? Deep down you knew what he was), Steve, brought his face as close to hers as possible. “When I put you in charge,” he said, so lowly, “I expect you to be in charge.”

She just stared at him for a moment meeting his gaze, then dropped her own and nodded. He smiled fondly, you were surprised to see, and kissed her on the cheek. “You know he needs supervision.”

He made his way back to where you were still kneeling, now cradling your arm. He bent down to you slightly and stroked a hand down your neck. “There’s something there, though,” he said, although you weren’t sure who he was talking to. Certainly not to you. “Underneath everything else. I’ll try her again tomorrow and see how she is when the blood’s pure.”

You gazed up at him, confused, and he gripped your chin in his hand. “You may speak,” he said.

“I don’t understand what’s happening,” was all you could manage.

“Oh honey, of course, you don’t,” he said with a grin that frightened you. “The good news is that you’ll never need to understand anything ever again.” He looked back up at the room at large. “Set her up in a room upstairs.” He released your chin and made his way to the exit, pausing as he was almost out the door to call “Cole!” over his shoulder. The other man quickly followed him out of the room.

Cutter came to stand in front of you. She looked you in the eye and said, “Up,” and without thinking, you were on your feet. “Such a good girl,” she cooed. “Follow me,” and suddenly that was all you wanted to do.

The room she took you to was better described as a cell. There was a cot, a toilet, and a sink. No windows. Painted grey. It was tiny. Cutter left as soon as you were inside and you heard the door lock behind her. 

You sat down on the bed and closed your eyes. You felt the urge to panic but it was like your body wouldn’t cooperate. Your heart rate stayed steady, your breaths even. You were calm, even if that was the last thing you wanted to be. 

These people must have done something to you. People, right. You knew what they were. Every single one of them had stared at your neck. Steve had fangs and he’d literally drank your blood. You knew, even if an hour ago you would’ve sworn that was just fantasy. Vampires. You were being held captive by vampires. What the hell?

There was nothing to occupy your time in here except for your thoughts, so you curled up on the cot and tried to convince yourself that it was all a bizarre dream. Eventually, your exhaustion overtook you and you fell asleep. 

You weren’t sure when exactly you woke up. You hadn’t seen a single window since Cole had brought you into the building last night. Because sunlight kills vampires, you thought to yourself, somewhat hysterically. Your memories of the night before were… weird. And not just because you swear someone drank your blood. They were patchy. And yes, you’d been drunk, but not that drunk. Not so drunk that you blacked out small portions of the night. And certainly not so drunk that you hallucinated vampires. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. There was no way out of the cell. Nothing in it that would help you. All you could do was wait for whatever it was that was coming for you.

Sometime later, hours probably, a slit in the door you hadn’t noticed before was opened, and a tray was slid through. Food. You gathered it quickly and sat on the bed. There was a carton of water and a plate with a large salad that was mostly made up of spinach and lentils. Iron-rich food, your mind supplied. The previous night seemed more and more real.

.You thought about refusing the salad, but you were so hungry, so you ate it. It was surprisingly good, but not what you would have chosen for what would probably be your last meal. You lay back down when you were finished, curled up on your side, and daydreamed of something more satisfying than a spinach salad. 

More time passed. You stared at the walls and tried not to freak out. You wondered if your friends had made it back to the hotel. How long it took for them to realize you were missing. Were the police searching for you? Did your family know? You couldn’t help it when the tears started. You were pretty sure you were going to die here.

You dozed in and out for who knows how long. And then the door opened. Steve walked in with Cole behind him, carrying a chair. You jolted up and pressed yourself into the wall. “Stop,” Steve said, and everything did. “Calm down,” and you felt everything in your body slow. Suddenly, you couldn’t access whatever it was that you’d been so scared of. So you sat still and watched him. 

Cole handed Steve the chair and he placed it in front of your cot. He sat down and looked at you. His gaze made you feel so small. He reached out his hand and brushed the backs of his fingers against your knee. A chill ran up your spine, not just fear, but an excitement too, that you couldn’t explain. “Give me your other wrist,” he said, lowly, and you immediately did. He took it in his hand and brought it up to his nose, forcing you to lean forward. He inhaled deeply. “Much better,” he said. “You’re all sobered up now, aren’t you?”

You didn’t respond. You knew, deep inside yourself, that he didn’t want you to. His fangs dropped and you braced yourself, something in the far recesses of your mind knowing that you should be scared. With a slight grin, he sank his teeth into your wrist. The pain was just as bad as the night before but soon, so much quicker than the last time, it was over and Steve was pulling away, his eyes still locked on you.

“Shit,” he breathed.

“What?” Cole asked, from his place by the door. “She’s that bad?”

“No,” Steve growled. “She tastes like sunshine.” He stood up and leaned over you, running the back of one finger across your cheek. “Precious thing.”

You looked up at him and blinked. “Please,” you said, “please, I want to go home.”

“No, honey,” he cooed, so gently, “you’ll never go home again.” As you tried to process that through the fog, he turned to Cole. “Put her in my private reserves. I’ll have her for dinner.” And then he was out of the room.

Cole looked at you, a pout on his face. “Goddamnit,” he grumbled, “I’ve been waiting for a taste.”

“You’re gonna bite me, too?” you asked, alarmed.

He sighed. “Not anymore. I’d rather not face the true death, thanks.” He looked you in the eye. “Come with me.” 

You felt something move through you at that. There was definitely a strong urge to obey that you wouldn’t resist, but it was nothing like what you felt with Steve, or even Cutter, where it was like your body was on strings. It wasn’t a huge weakness, but you were taking note of everything at this point. 

Cole took you through a long series of hallways that you couldn’t hope to keep track of. Cole talked the whole way, mostly inane bits about his frustrations with the pecking order in whatever vampire organization this was. You marveled for a moment at the fact that you were describing something to do with mythical monsters as inane. Finally, just as you arrived at a door not dissimilar to the one you’d just come out of, he concluded with “You’re a really good listener.”

You gaped at him. What did he think was happening here? He’d targeted you, done something to you to bring you here where you were trapped and probably going to die and he thought you cared that he didn’t feel respected enough by his fellow monsters???

But staying alive right now was your primary concern, so you just quietly said, “Thank you,” and let him show you into the room. 

It was much bigger than the cell, but still small, along the lines of a spacious walk-in closet. There was a plush rug under your feet, a deep rose color. A four-poster bed was to one side covered in a big, fluffy comforter that was in a lighter shade of dusty pink and piled with pillows to match. The far wall was entirely made of mahogany built-in bookcases that were completely full of books. There was a soft-looking armchair in the corner by the shelves. You turned back to Cole and asked, “What is this?”

“It’s your room,” he said with a smile. He looked you in the eye. “Now,” he said, and you felt his words travel through your body. He pointed at a door without breaking eye contact, “that’s your bathroom. You’re going to use it now to get very clean and smooth. There are lotions you’ll use after to make yourself soft. There are things in there,” he pointed to a beautiful armoire in the corner, “for you to change into when you’re done. Steve will be back in a few hours and you will be ready for him. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” you said, your voice coming out of you without any conscious thought or effort, “I’ll be ready for Steve.”

“Good girl,” he said, and gently patted your cheek. He stood awkwardly, watching you, but now that the command was in you, you were focused on getting to the bathroom so you could get clean. He was in your way.

“I have to get ready for Steve,” you told him, your voice sounding oddly robotic to your own ears.

Cole blinked at you and then sighed. “Right,” he said, sounding almost forlorn. He stared at you again and then shook his head. “I’ll see you again soon,” he said, stroking one hand down your arm. And then he finally left.

It was the most luxurious shower of your life. 

When you came out of the bathroom, clean, smooth, and more moisturized than you’d ever been, you opened the armoire to find a small collection of slips in different sizes hanging in it. You found the one that would fit you best and put it on. It was black, a combination of silk and lace. It felt expensive against your skin. You searched the drawers, and next to a collection of silk briefs, you found a pair of black lace panties that would work for you. 

Once you were dressed (or as dressed as you were going to be with what was available), you moved to the bookshelves. They were chock full of every genre and category you could think of. Vaunted classics next to dime store romances. Shakespeare collections and airport schlock. You ran your fingers across the spines, when, suddenly, from behind you– 

“If there’s something you particularly enjoy, let me know and I’ll have someone get it for you.” 

You spun around to find Steve just inches from you. You hadn’t heard a noise when he’d come in. There was a coldness emanating from him that made goosebumps rise along your flesh. Your breath caught and he grinned. You inhaled and asked, “You aren’t going to kill me?”

He laughed. “Oh no, Sunshine. You’re too delicious. I’m going to be feeding from you for a long, long time.”

You tried to back up, but the wall of bookcases blocked you. You pressed yourself into it anyway. He opened his mouth and you hurried to say “Please don’t make me calm down!”

His eyes narrowed and he tilted his head to the side. “Explain,” he commanded and you were obeying before you even registered the word.

“I don’t know what you’re doing to me, but I feel it when you tell me to do things. And I– I don’t know. I don’t know.” You wanted to obey, every part of you was trying, but you had no vocabulary for any of what this was. So you were left chanting, “I don’t know,” over and over. 

“Stop,” he said, and of course, everything did. “You can feel it?” he asked. “The compulsion? You actually feel it move through your body?”

The word was new to you, but you knew what he meant. You nodded and he hummed. “Oh, you are very interesting, aren’t you, pet?” 

You didn’t say anything to that, just watched him warily. He gave you a sharklike grin that sent chills down your spine and said “Now, calm down.”

And just like before, you felt everything inside you slow. Your body sagged a bit against the shelves, no longer trying to push your way through them.

“There,” he said, cupping your face in his large hand. “Isn’t that better, little pet?”

He guided you to the armchair and sat down in it, pulling you onto his lap. You could feel the supernatural strength in his thighs as you settled on top of him, sidesaddle, as he took all of your weight without any reaction at all. He scratched his thumbnail down your jugular and you closed your eyes. “It hurts,” you said, your tone surprisingly flat for how afraid of all this you’d been just a moment before.

“Hmm?” he questioned, as he nuzzled his nose along your throat.

“When you bite me,” you said, still so calm, “it hurts so much.”

“Oh, is that all?” he asked and you could hear the smile in his voice. “Don’t worry, Sunshine, I’ll make it feel just as good for you as it will for me.”

With that, he moved one of his hands in between your legs, slowly sliding it up your thigh. His face was fully in the crook of your neck when he mumbled “Feel this,” and you felt the command vibrate through your whole body. The calmness that had flattened you faded away and you let out a little whine when his hand reached your mound. He pushed your panties to the side and slid his fingers between your folds. You gasped as he quickly found your clit, tracing slow lazy circles around it. You tried to grind down onto his hand and you felt him huff a laugh into your neck. His tongue darted out, licking a wide stripe all along your vein. You let out another whine, so desperate this time. 

He chuckled again. “I was going to make you get wet for me,” he said, as his fingers began to prod at your hole gently, his thumb still working at your clit, “but I don’t need to, do I? Or at least, not with my voice.” He was right, you were already soaking, and there was no resistance as he slipped one finger inside of you. You squirmed against his hand and he added another finger. 

His mouth was still on your neck, lapping and nipping at your jugular, but he hadn’t sunk his teeth in yet. He scissored his fingers for a moment, stretching you so good that you cried out before he added a third. They stroked inside your walls, looking for your spot. He found it and you threw your head back. 

“Come on,” he growled, “give me what I need.” He curled his fingers, scraping against that place inside you just right. You screamed as you were thrown over the edge of your orgasm and that’s the moment he finally sunk his fangs into your neck. You felt it, you did. The pain was just as intense as before but mingled with some of the strongest pleasure you’d ever felt, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Your body spasmed around his fingers as he loudly sucked from your neck. You swore that you could feel the blood rushing to both places. You babbled as you coasted along the waves of your orgasm, feeling like it would never end. Even as the aftershocks quieted and slowed down, his mouth was still latched to your neck, taking what he needed from you. Your body was fully collapsed into his now. Everything offered up for the taking. 

Finally, his teeth left you and he gently licked the blood from your skin. He slowly removed his fingers from you and you whined at the emptiness. He brought them up to your lips. “Clean up your mess,” he commanded and your mouth dropped open without thinking. He slid his fingers in and you swirled your tongue around them. You tasted yourself, sweet and musky, as you sucked him clean. He pulled them out with a soft pop and wiped them on the bodice of your slip. 

You looked at his face. He still had your blood on his lips. You felt the odd urge to kiss him but didn’t have the chance as he pushed you off his lap. Your knees buckled, too weak to stand. He laughed gently, like you might at a cute animal that was struggling, as he lifted you into his arms and carried you to the bed. He laid you down and tucked you in. “Rest up, Sunshine,” he cooed, and your body did as it was told, quickly sinking into sleep. “I’ll be back for more soon.”

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[hulloitsdani]

In today's episode of cleaning out the wip backlog, we got an attempt to reimagine the Alfonse brave alt that got totally derailed by the Elden Ring DLC soundtrack! I have been chipping away at this for MONTHS now, and will probably continue to do so, but I think it's at a stage where I am willing to share it.

But uh, to say that I only drew this would be a big fat lie. So if you would be so kind, come with a journey under the cut as I show you some of the methods to my madness.

With me? Awesome. Let's get a little weird.

So I initially intended this to be a one and done drawing. Similar to the outfit prompts. I had an idea and only intended to make one illustration of it. Since it was on the brain at the time, I wanted to reference the Miquella and Radahn shot from Elden Ring: Shadow of the Erdtree. That resulted in this sketch:

Fun! I had a good time with this one.

So during the time of Alfonse's Brave alt release, there was conversation about how, despite how pretty the art was, it was not quite fitting for Alfonse's character. And I was inclined to agree. Alfonse had a loaded relationship with his dad, and giving him an alt that was strictly him in his outfit didn't work in the same way it did for a character like Ike. So I was playing with how to solve for that here, went through a few options that aren't visible anymore, and came to the conclusion to keep the silhouette but change the details. Alfonse, a not very tall or buff guy, didn't really look right in Gustav's chest plate. So I threw on the dragon scales back on and things started falling into place. Neat!

Problem: I didn't really want to be working on this sketch anymore. Happens. Sometimes you reach the maximum amount of fun you're going to have with a piece and it's healthier to just leave it where it is. But I was still having fun with the idea of a Miquella and Radahn power dynamic with Kiran and Alfonse. Maybe not as fundamentally and delightfully fucked, but running with the idea of how bad it might be for everyone involved if Kiran was able to put their friends under contract.

So here is when I opened up a new file and started brainstorming.

So is the premise for this au(?). I guess this is an au! Cool! Idk I was just having a little bit of fun. This is also as clean as these sketches are gonna get. If messy doodles and thumbnails are your thing, you've come to the right place.

So something I wanted to explore right away was how, unlike Miquella and Radahn, both parties are still somewhat mentally present in this new state they're in. It gets a little weird, as Kiran is in Alfonse's head so often that it starts to become unclear where one starts and the other ends. But they're in this predicament because their loneliness issues got the better of them. Overriding the other's thoughts and presence would defeat the point. So they'll have moments where you can see them... separate, for lack of a better way of putting it. Where Kiran will pop up from their apparent malaise and check if Alfonse is (physically) alright.

Next up is spectral arm time. I imagine that Kiran has a jack pot of different powerful abilities, but they're not a fan of using them. Got this visual in my head of them summoning these hands to cover more weapon types, but doing so makes them physically recoil. The force of it tries to push them away, but it can't, so they come back to rest, more winded than before.

These marketable plushies are often bought together please do not separate!!! Idea here being that if enough damage is dealt to Alfonse to knock him down, Kiran will get PISSED, grab the axe, and go nuts. A little spooky considering that it wasn't clear that they could leave Alfonse's side up until that point. Is definitely the most emotion we've seen on them so far too. But while in their frenzy, Alfonse, upon realizing the god on his shoulder is gone, will grab the bonds connecting them and pull them back. Very desperate moves from the both of them. Rational thought has left the building.

Last but not least, hey this looks familiar! Found the sketch for initial illustration. Neat! Genuinely forgot that I initially sketched it here, and then copied it elsewhere to make a full illustration. But that's her!!! That's the bones!!! Kinda crazy looking at it now considering how long I've been tinkering with this one.

Also I couldn't fit this anywhere, but before I forget, Kiran can't really see? They're having an Everything Everywhere All At Once moment where, if not grounding themself via Alfonse, they will be blinded by the infinite amount of everything their divine domain now ties them to. So they look out of it a lot of the time because... well they are. Alfonse is seeing for the both of them.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed! This was rotating this in my head for a while and I'm glad to have it finally out there :D

[roses-and-revolutions]

I have another idea for a story, but I once again don't know what to write, so I'm building a skeleton.

It's a DC x DP x ML crossover. Damien, Marinette, and Danny are triplets born into the LoA. From birth, they were taught to not see each other as siblings but as rivals for Ra's attention. When they were five, they were dipped (more like dropped) into the pits for the first time. Danny never comes back out. The second time was when they were six. Damien and Marinette came back from a mission gravely injured. Marinette doesn't come back out. Damien becomes the sole heir.

As one can imagine, Danny and Marinette aren't dead but simply taken to where they were needed at the time. That being said, things for these two characters go mostly according to their respective shows after they integrate into society. With the exception that the two of them are more competent and don't fight like rabid raccoons. But things take a dark turn when they turn sixteen.

Marinette

. After finding out that his father is Hawkmoth, Adrien is unable to carry the weight of being the holder of the cat Miraculous, as he doesn't want to fight his father and gives it to Ladybug. He promptly moves to the States to further his modeling career. Marinette, unable to find someone else worthy to be the holder of the cat Miraculous, stores it away and becomes the sole hero of Paris (with occasional helpers). But because of this, her two lives get more intertwined, and she is forced into a corner where she has to choose between being Ladybuy or Marinette.

. But she doesn't get a chance as Hawkmoth is dethroned and replaced by an even greater threat. She is forced to take on the persona of LadyNoir. Her life crumbles as she tries her hardest to balance her life as a hero and a person. She tries to save everyone but someone always ends up getting hurt. Whether it be her as Marinette, clinging to what little of her life is left. Or her as LadyNoir, with no choice but to watch innocent civilians die because she couldn't think of a better plan that could've saved everyone.

. It gets to the point where she makes an unforgivable wish. But every wish has a cost. She only finds out the price when she is forced to stand behind an invisible wall and watch as her life replays before her eyes, the film slowly burning away till there's nothing left. She cries as she falls into an ocean of familiar Lazarus green.

Danny

. Danny's life is also crumbling around him as he struggles to separate his human life from his ghost half. But after becoming the Ghost King, things only became more complicated and even more dangerous as more ghosts started coming through the portal to challenge him for the crown. And while he would really love to give it away, the guys that kept fighting him for it are very clearly evil. So he has to keep fighting, winning, and solidifying his position as the King of the Infinite Realms. But with every win comes a newfound power. Power he doesn't want. Power that scares him.

. It gets to the point when Danny has to drop out of school. He wasn't even scoring double digits anymore so what was the sense of keeping him? But Danny couldn't stay home either, it was too dangerous as his ghost and human halves were slowly becoming one. And his parents' obsession was slowly becoming a threat to him. He thought he had the solution. He was going to shut down the portal and leave Amity Park.

. It was perfect really, as no ghost portal meant no ghost. And he couldn't be vivisected if neither the GIW nor his parents could catch him. He talked the plan over with team phantom and they reluctantly agreed. The ghost portal is destroyed, and Danny leaves Amity and files over Elmerton and a few other towns. But after flying for a while, Danny gets to a sort of border where nothing meets... NOTHING. On the other side was just an infinite void. Nothing.

. Danny slowly realizes that in this world, all he knew was Amity Park. He never actually traveled or went on field trips. Never went to visit extended family nor did any visit. No one 'new' ever came to Amity Park because they were all just nearby. He learned no relevant history besides Amity Park because there was nothing outside of Amity Park. When the realization had finally set in the world began to crumble into the void and it became a race against him and the void.

. Danny knew that he was fast but the void was faster, and before he knew it he was back in Amity. He was going to warn them and try to save as many people as he could. But saw something in their eyes. They already knew. Danny watched how teary eyes and big smiles, everyone and everything he loved crumbled into the void, fading into nothingness.

Scientists across the galaxy, the universe even, often theorize about how everything came to be. Well, it didn't start with a bang, that's for sure. 'Well then how did it start?' you might ask.

Well..., it started with some tears and a scream.

[randoimago]

hi!! I saw you were into the ace attorney games again, and I'd like to request... Edgeworth and Phoenix (separate) with an absolute baker of an s/o.. I'm talking constantly makes them things. coffeecakes, teacakes, even drinks at certain points; and it gets to the point where their offices are just littered with sweets EVERYWHERE (bonus if gumshoe absolutely sneaks some away from their offices hehe) thank you if you write this! have a lovely evening! mwah mwah <3

With an S/O That Won't Stop Baking

Fandom: Ace Attorney

Character(s): Miles Edgeworth, Phoenix Wright

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): Gumshoe absolutely sneaks baked goods out. If he can save money by stealing food from his boss then he will.

Edgeworth

At first, he found all the baked goods ridiculous. He's appreciative, but it's just so much and the last thing he needs is crumbs to get everywhere and mice to move in. Eventually he just gets used to it.

Honestly, he doesn't mind Gumshoe or even Phoenix showing up just to steal a cupcake or something. You make enough to feed a large family (which he hopes to have someday) so they can grab a donut or something. Might start making a small section of the office with baked goods for them to take.

If you ever made him a very fancy cake of foundant and other wild stuff that resembles the courtroom or a Steel Samurai scene then he'll be so hesitant to even touch it because it looks so good. (can you imagine making him a chess piece out of cake and he just doesn't realize until he touches the piece and gets icing all over his hand)

Edgeworth tries to watch his weight so he can stay active and do better with investigations. Your baked goods are causing him to put on a few pounds and develop some pudge. It makes him look softer and he absolutely gives you a stink eye if you mention it.

Phoenix

He thinks it's pretty funny how when his office isn't covered with Trucy's magic stuff and case files that there's baked goods covering the place instead.

Phoenix loves the muffins and pies and such you make him, but sometimes he hardly gets to eat it because his "kids" keep showing up and chowing down before asking him. I mean, between Athena and Maya, you might have to work double time for him to even get a taste of a bear claw.

It would be so cute if you made him little magatama-shaped cookies or cookies shaped like his attorney's badge when he gets his job back. Phoenix makes sure to feed you one because you baked them so you deserve to taste your amazing breakfast/desserts too.

Phoenix doesn't mind if he puts on a few pounds. He gets teased about getting a dad bod by Maya or Trucy, but he doesn't care. As long as he gets to eat your baking then he's happy.

[urproblematicfav-arsonk]

List of random and incomprehensible Vox headcanons because despite my Alastor fetish, I do think about other characters

He's an Aries (Val is Aquarius and Vel is a Pieces. No water imagery for him lmao)

He was born in Oregon but moved to Florida in his early forties during his midlife crisis.

He was never particularly famous or successful. Just a very mediocre newscaster living a mediocre life.

Eventually following his midlife crisis, he ended up having an extremely severe bout of religious psychosis in his 50s leading him to believe he was the voice of god and tried to start a cult.

It didn't work. Again, he wasn't popular.

He died by driving off a bridge and drowning in a lake because he was trying to fight god.

No one even reported on it lmao.

Vox is a shark sinner, but because of his head he can't go swimming, so to cope he just sits in bathtubs of water for days at a time. He has to sort of rock or wiggle tho, cuz some species of shark will straight up die if they stop moving in water cuz thats how they breath.

In the beginning before he had Vee tower/severs, Vox had very limited memory space in his TV/computer brain, and would have to literally delete memory files to make room for new memories. He wasn't aware of this at first, and had severe and debilitating anterograde amnesia which made him completely nonfunctional.

Alastor immediately figured this out. A big part of the reason Vox tolerated the abuse was because Al was allowing him to use his radio station as a tiny sever to store one backup, and smaller more important memories.

Alastor would force him to delete whole chunks of his memory just because he thought it was funny. Sometimes he would even delete it himself.

Vox's crush on Alastor died out pretty quickly after he was rejected. His obsession is more like a child desperately trying to get his parent's attention and validation after years of abuse.

Vox did a lot of stupid shit to try to make Alastor happy and proud of him. Mostly murder, unpaid labor and stealing things he thinks Al might like. Alastor still has every trinket and gift.

He was never actually under contract with Alastor. His choice to stay was always technically a choice and not because he was owned.

Vox's antenna isn't broken, it's squished like that because thats the best position for it to receive signal without hurting him. Like when you have to tape bunny ears into a weird ass position to catch the tv channel you want.

Alastor would regularly weaponize signal against him, completely isolating him or overstimulate him as punishment. Or again, just for funsies. Alastor does not like it when Vox pinches his antenna and will forcibly straiten it out.

Vox bleeds and cries in technicolor.

His head and body are two separate things that don't actually connect to each other in any meaningful way. His mouth is basically a really weird tiny pocket dimension.

Because he can't technically eat/drink in a way that effects his body, if Vox wants to get high or drunk he has to inject it into his body through muscle or his veins.

As a shark sinner, Vox's skin is extremely thick and rubbery. It's very difficult to cut him or stab him.

Despite his robotic exterior, he's almost completely organic and shark on the inside.

His original TV head was extremely heavy and resulted in him being bedridden often from the pain and strain on his spine.

Vox eventually had to reenforce his spine with metal to help withstand the stress. This is where the start of his robotic body modding began.

Vox and Val originally met because its cheaper to hire a whore than a proper hitman and if Val dies no one will come looking.

Val did not die and kidnapped him, broke both his legs, and robbed him. But let him live and take back the things they were stealing for Alastor.

Vox has a type.

When he and Alastor "broke up" it was on extermination day. Val found him half dead, face broken in and memories corrupted as fuck behind the sex club he worked at.

Vox never got his memory backup or his original head back from Alastor.

Despite Val having multiple bedrooms in his apartment, Vox had to stay on the couch in the living room because No One is allowed in Val's room and his extra one is his painting/craft room.

The name Vox was chosen by Val.

Vox is double demi, and the only people he's ever really loved or been attracted to is Alastor and Val.

Vox's opinion on romance is extremely similar to Alastor's, where he has little to no interest in traditional romantic relationships and is more interested in a long term partner in crime or business partner.

Velvette was basically his way of throwing a tantrum over Val having his side piece(Angel)

Val was extremely jealous and hurt because Vox was putting more "effort" (lovebomby and manipulative) into his relationship with Vel more than him. Vox immediately was 10000% ready to murder Velvette and move on.

Gun to his head, Vox would pick Val every time.

Vox doesn't necessarily believe that's true both ways and is deeply insecure about Val's relationship with Angel and worries that Val would pick Angel over him if push came to shove.

(Gun to his head, Val would pick Vox every time. Val has basically the exact same feelings about Alastor)

Vox never liked Angel lmao not in the late 70s when they met or in the 90s when he moved in with them. He hates that bitch so much.

Vox and Val got married in the early 2000s for tax reasons and because its easier to apply for Overlordship as a unit rather than as two separate entities.

DAgames will always and forever be my Vox voice claim.

Vox's face can move around on his screen like when people grab and wiggle a still image to imply someone is talking. He usually does this when he's bored or laughing really hard.

Vox has ADHD, PTSD and OCD.

He's nonbinary both in gender and in literal robot biology. He was a cis guy in life with an obsession with gender roles and when he got to Hell he was flat like a barbie.

Vox eventually mods himself to have a hole(largely against his will and because Val wants it) and a port that allows him to have swappable parts.

He is 6'4 but wears heels to be the same height as Alastor(6'6)

Vox wears corsets basically all the time because otherwise he'd have to mod and remove his ribs and he doesn't wanna do all that. He just wants that snatched ass waist.

He's a top generally speaking but does bottom when he wants to. He's dominate in the sense that he has a giant fucking ego and thinks he's demi god, but comes off as like super cringe and not actually a daddy dom. Val tolerates it.

Vox is not particularly gentle or careful when it comes to sex and tends to be a shitty top to Val so he doesn't get Moth Pussy privileges very often. Its a "anal on your birthday" kinda situation.

Vox is a dick and a terrible husband by most standards. His wife left him when he was alive and he doesn't really have any friends he doesn't pay for. However, Val is a very interdependent and low energy kinda person so them both going separate ways to live their separate lives and then coming home to quietly sleep together or say "hi" in passingly in the morning is literally so fine and healthy for them. Val's personality matches Vox almost perfectly.

Val is still abusive though. Vox is definitely getting the shit beat out of him randomly because Val threw a fit and decided Vox was a reasonable punching bag.

Vox has entire memory severs dedicated to "Val" that he purges and deletes every year or when they get too full.

Vox is unironically a cuck.

He also has a objectification kink (yes, it's Alastor's fault)

He weirdly enough doesn't have a rape kink despite the company he keeps lmao??

Vox controls a lot of what Val makes just because he has data and analytics to figure out what porn tropes are trending and popular at the moment. Val doesn't like this at all but allows it because money.

Vox doesn't have hobbies. He's either at work, stalking someone, or sleeping. The closest thing to down time he has is parallel play with Val where he fucks with his mods while Val gets some knitting or embroidery done.

Val did all of Vox's piercings. Vox doesn't really wear them except his nipple piercings, just because he doesn't want to deal with it.

Val also did basically internal tattooing on Vox's modded steel bones. He used a soldering iron to draw flowers and poetry quotes into his steel. You can only see it if you peel off all of Vox's skin.

Val is the only person in Hell other than Alastor to know how to detatch, reattach, and successfully port his memory cards and head. Not even Velvette knows.

Vox is colorblind.

Vox has never once given a shit about what Val does and feels little to no guilt over what he does. Sucks to suck, survival of the fittest and he killed a lot of people to get where he is.

Anyway, thats all I got rn I think. I kinda wanna do posts like this for everyone else but idk. If I come up with more Vox lore I'll reblog with my genius I guess.

[oladthepancake]

HELLOOO EVERYONE!

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HERE

LOOK

I put off publishing this post for a long time because I was too lazy to write all the information that I want to put here, but here I am, showing you my two models for vitubing, created entirely by myself with my own hands on my laptop!

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but before that I think it��s worth starting with an idea! And the idea came mega spontaneously:

This handsome man and I watched a couple of videos with Neuro-Sama and suddenly this dialogue appears:

- How about we become VTubers?

- seriously?

- yeah

- Let's go.

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Even though this decision was mega harsh and rather profane, it charged me with motivation and allowed me to get out of the art block a little

After all, I REALLY love learning new programs and things for myself.

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Time:

• 5 days to draw both models

• A week to animate them

Programs:

Krita (drawing)

life2D + his brother (animation of models and adding additional emotions)

Vtube Studio (Launch models)

Obs (video filming)

Energy Source:

God knows

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So who were my victims of this experiment?

As expected, my avatar was my alter ego Temmie, and for our mega partner/boyfriend we chose his alter ego Sans from Freedomtale!

Since the path is completely new and unfamiliar to me, I desperately searched on YouTube for all kinds of videos and tutorials, as a result of which I found the most understandable and enjoyable series of videos from Lazu-Tan, which I mainly relied on when making avatars

Next, having found it on the Internet and installed the necessary programs on the laptop, I scribbled sketches that would later grow into models:3

after this stage there is a boring process of drawing the models directly, grouping a bunch of layers (a separate layer was needed for each moving object, such as separate layers for each strand of hair and grouping into a common group with hair. This was an unusual thing and made me really strain my brain)

Having saved both files in .psd format, I put them into a new program called Life2D! I needed this program to create animations of the very layers that I had distributed and grouped earlier. head turns, hair physics, eye blinks, additional emotions - this is all the merit of the great Life2D and those 43 days of the trial of the full version, which he so kindly provided me with for creativity... in fact, I thank you for the conditional “deadline”, because without it, God knows when I would have finished this project under other circumstances

When working, there were a lot of problems due to insufficient knowledge about the operation of the application, which is why sometimes I felt like a would-be programmer who couldn’t find an error in his code for several days (I tried to program, I know what I’m talking about)

It would seem hurray, everything is ready! however, here the finishing touches await us.

Those additional emotions (like blush, stars, tears) that should be activated by assigned keys must first be configured through a separate program that is installed with Life2D

in general, the procedure is not complicated, and I even found it somewhat pleasant

After this, the models can be considered ready, they just need to be put into the files of an application such as Vitube Studio, after which you can play your character at the camera or use them for streaming or making videos!

I published videos demonstrating the capabilities of my models on my YouTube

It was an ultra-mega interesting experience, and I will not hesitate to say this, and I am proud of the results:3

for streaming, however, all that remains is to turn my little potato into a more or less tolerable laptop, but I think sooner or later I will be able to solve this issue

@thefreedomskeleton

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Thank you if you are reading this and wish you a wonderful time of day!

[lillaydee]

Uncoupled - October Part 1

Roommate! Joel Miller / Reader

Two people leaving their marriages ended up going through the mandatory one year separation together before filing for divorce.

Nothing could possibly happen in a year, right?

WARNINGS: Alternate Universe - No Cordyceps Outbreak (The Last of Us), Ellie & Joel Bonding (The Last of Us), Good Parent Joel (The Last of Us), Soft Joel (The Last of Us), Joel Needs a Hug (The Last of Us), Hurt Joel (The Last of Us), Protective Joel (The Last of Us), No age gap, Roommate Joel, Teacher Joel, Handyman Joel, Insecure Joel, Minor Character Death, Grief/Mourning.

SERIES MASTER LIST

September

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A couple of weeks after school started, you sort of found a new routine. You woke up at 4.30 every morning, head to the bakery, get there by five, did your morning prep, and by the time the bakery opened at seven, you went home, waking Ellie and getting her and Joel’s breakfast and lunch ready. You said goodbye to her at the gate, and Joel would walk her all the way to school. You picked Ellie up from school at three and brought her back to the bakery, leaving at 5.30, just before closing, usually arriving home just as Joel finished making dinner. You fell asleep every night at ten and repeat the same routine the next day.

You woke up one day and realized that all of the small, annoying shit the old house was giving you, the squeaky doors, the leaking faucets, the lose windows, the wobbly shelves, were no longer a problem. Joel fixed them all. The man didn’t know how to sit still. He had, in the month he lived there, gotten rid of the pink wallpaper in his room, and taken off the carpet, sanding and repainting the walls dark blue. His brother Tommy came over on the weekends, helping him do up the room bit by bit, and now, with the exception of the princess bed, the room didn’t look like Barbie’s dream house anymore.

Tommy was nice, you found. You and Maria spent the time he was over just lounging around the house, cooking and baking together, just chattering away as the men tried to get his room look less pink. Ellie had decided watching the men work was more interesting than watching you paint Maria’s toes, walking around the house with a mask on at Joel’s insistence, pouting when she was made to leave the room whenever something dusty was going on. She straight up jumped away when Maria offered to paint her nails.

When you couldn’t pick Ellie up at three every now and again, Joel happily did so, sometimes taking her with him to school for the rest of the day, sometimes sending her to the bakery when he had meetings.

Everything seemed to be going well. There was an easy routine between you and Joel, roommates, each doing their part taking care of the house and somewhat raising Ellie together. You felt at ease, knowing that the arrangement was working. Max and Jen far away from your thoughts, and seemingly, Joel’s too. Everything was going smoothly, as far as the two of you were concerned.

Until one day.

A group of teachers from the school came in for tea at the bakery. They sat down, you served them the usual scones with jam and clotted cream, sandwiches, pastries and of course, tea. They thanked you and began eating, gossiping as the did so. You busied yourself behind the counter, clearing empty trays and wiping the shelves.

“This spread is delicious,” one of them started. “Your food is delicious,” she said to you, raising her cup of tea at you. The others quickly followed. You thanked them, telling them you were glad they liked it.

“I can’t believe I’ve never stopped here. How’d you know about this place anyway?”

“Oh, Joel recommended it. He said the food is delicious, and I have to say, I agree,” one of the male teachers responded, biting into a sandwich. “The man has great taste,” he added, nodding furiously at the sandwich in approval.

“Hmm… that’s not what I heard,” one of the ladies said, taking a pastry from the dish. “Apparently, he left his wife for a single mother. A plain one, at that, according to the gym chicks.”

“What do you mean?”

“He moved out of his house, and moved in with this lady who has a kid. He’s been playing daddy to the little girl for the past month or so. And the lady? Not hot. Such a step down from his wife.”

“How not hot?”

“She’s fat, apparently. Lucy said she didn’t look like someone who had ever seen the inside of a gym ever. At least a size six. Short, too.”

“Size six is not fat. God, not all women need to be models you know.”

“She said AT LEAST a size six. AND… short! Are you kidding? Have you seen his wife? She’s gorgeous. And may I remind you, that man is totally hot. Why he would leave his wife for someone less than, I have no idea.”

“Well, maybe she’s nice. I heard his wife was quite the B.”

The woman doing all the talking shrugged, “Well, if I ever get a Joel Miller, I will never let him go. Treat him like a king. It’s a wonder the wife didn’t chase after him. I’m surprised he’s the type to cheat though. He seemed like a stand-up guy. Shame.”

“Well, maybe the wife is the problem,” the guy said. “Women cheat too, you know.”

“On Joel Miller? Impossible. Who would cheat on him? He’s absolutely delicious!”

The men in the group shook their heads, while the ladies cackled. It was all merry and fun at that table.

Except you had heard everything. Okay, you didn’t care about the gossip, none of your business. But you didn’t like that they were talking about Joel behind his back, accusing him of all sorts of things.

And what they said about you… the way you looked…

Shake it off. Who cared, right? Nothing new. Nothing you hadn’t heard before.

Didn’t hurt any more than it usually did. No less either.

The door jingled. You looked up to see Joel peeking his head in, gesturing for you to come outside. The man he had recommended the bakery to greeted him, Joel raising a hand at him and the others. The ladies waved at him, suddenly tucking their hair behind their ears and sitting up a bit straighter.

You went to the door. His truck was idling out front, Ellie clearly asleep in the back seat.

“She got a bit to excited during gym time, Mrs Adler said. I’m gonna take her home, okay? Let her nap at home?”

Oh, okay. Hang on, you told him. You went back inside and got the bag with the rice pudding you had set aside for him. His smile widened, his dimple showing, pulling at the waistband of his slacks while shaking his head. He squeezed your arm and thanked you, running back to his truck and driving off with Ellie.

When you got back inside, the table had gone all quiet. None of them were looking at you. You walked in and went straight to the back, stopping just inside the swinging door.

“Shit, that’s her? You think she heard us?”

“You mean, did she hear you? While you were speaking at the top of your voice and calling her fat? Yeah, she definitely heard you. And no. She’s not fat. She’s cute, too.”

“I was just telling you what Lucy said,” the woman sounded defensive now.

“You mean Lucy who had had a crush on Joel all these years? The one Joel had never looked at twice? She’s probably just bitter Joel left his wife for anyone but her. Sheesh Elaine. Way to get our food sneezed on next time.”

“I can never come back, can I?” Elaine said, a smidge of regret in her tone.

The group ate the rest of their tea in silence, before one of the men came to the counter to pay. You gestured for Frank to go get it.

You went into your office and sat on your futon. You hated that you were still so affected by talks about your looks. Max had done a great job putting you down about it. You actually believed him. You still did, if you were being honest. You had never been much to look at, maybe that’s why you clung on to Max for so long, despite everything. Who would have you now?

You actually felt bad for Joel. He was just being nice, and now people think he’s with you. Plain, short, ‘fat’ old you. He was an extremely good looking man. He would not want for prospective dates. Women would certainly line up to interview for the much coveted position of his girlfriend or even a one night stand if he put out an ad saying he’s single and looking. What if he missed out on an active dating life because people think he was taken? He didn’t deserve that. He’s a good man. He should get the chance to move on. Maybe involving him so much in Ellie’s life was not such a good idea.

Last week, when you took Ellie to the farmer’s market, you came home to him asking why you didn’t ask him to go along. He would’ve loved to join the two of you. You just told him you thought he’d be busy with his room reno. He just shrugged and said the room would still be there when he got back, he’s in no rush. But now that you knew this little piece of gossip, you were glad you didn’t. People would certainly talk if he was seen at the farmer’s market with you and Ellie, more than those at his school. A lot of people knew Joel and Jen, so that can’t be a good thing for his private life.  

And who were you kidding. Someone like you certainly would not belong with someone like Joel. You could just imagine what people would be saying. She must be rich, or she must be great in bed – how else would she have landed a hunk like that. Come on, if a pair of gay women could swoon over him, what of straight women?

That’s settled, then, you needed to limit your contact with Joel outside of the house – Ellie’s too. It’s for his own good.

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Joel pushed the cart slowly, Ellie walking ahead of him, grabbing the cereal she had to have for tomorrow’s breakfast. He had planned to take her home, but she woke up and made a fuss about the empty cereal box that morning. Might as well shop for the rest of the week, he thought. He texted you telling you where he had gone with Ellie, telling you he was gonna pick up dinner at the store, the roast chicken looked too good to pass up. There was a bit of a discussion on salads versus coleslaw at the salad counter, and coleslaw won by one vote. He couldn’t lift both his legs to accompany his hands during the voting process, while Ellie had laid on her back on the floor and raised all four limbs to succession.

They were discussing potato salads versus mashed potatoes when a familiar voice called his name. He turned to see Lucy, one of the gym teachers walking towards him. She hugged him tight in greeting, a little too tight for his comfort, holding on a little too long he had to subtly push her off him.

“Didn’t know you shopped here,” she said, reaching out to rub Ellie’s head, the little girl squirming away to Joel’s other side, holding on to his pocket for protection from the over grabby lady, hand furiously smoothing her now dishevelled hair. “Hi Ella.”

“It’s Ellie,” he corrected her.

“How old are you Ella?” she asked, bending a little to speak to her. How could you work with children and be this awkward around them, he thought. Ellie just looked at her with a raised brow, not answering.

“She’s five,” Joel answered for her.

“Oh, that’s perfect. My nephew is five too. Why don’t you bring her over to my house this weekend? I have a pool. We could have a few drinks while they play?”

“It’s getting too cold for a swim,” he said. “Besides, I’m kinda busy. Any playdates should go through Lily,” he told her. “Even if Lily says yes, she will be accompanying Ellie this weekend, not me.”

Lucy’s face lost her fake smile for a bit but recovered quickly. “Oh, I don’t know how comfortable I would be having a strange woman at my house. We could just pick another weekend when you’re free?”

“I still have to talk to Lily, she’s her kid. She makes the decisions.”

Lucy tried to coax him into agreeing, and he kept saying he should ask you. She gave up after a while, disappointment painted all over her face. He left before she could say anything else, leaving her with a sourpuss in front of the salad counter.

He brought it up with you when he got home, telling you that a colleague of his was interested in having Ellie over for a playdate with her nephew.

“She didn’t want a playdate for me, Joel, she wanted to have a playdate with you,” Ellie said as she pulled a chair out for herself, climbing on it.

Your heart stopped. Here we go.

“What? No she didn’t. We work together. You’ve met her,” he pulled a bowl from the shelf you couldn’t reach for you, opening the coleslaw package, “Lucy. She said hi that first day of school? The blonde one,” he told you, pulling another bowl for mashed potatoes.

Ah… the tall one, the one who looked like Heidi Klum. The one you knew had a crush on him.

“Yes she was,” Ellie said, placing a spoon in the bowl of coleslaw in front of her. “She didn’t even look at me after she asked my age. And she was touching you too much.”

You laughed, shaking your head, placing the roast chicken on the table while he pulled out the Brita filter from the fridge, pouring water into the glasses on the table.

“Joel, she was flirting with you. She just wanted to spend time with you. How could you not see that?”

“No she wasn’t. I’ve known her five years, she knows I’m married. If she was flirting, she should have just told me so I can say no.”

“Why would you say no? If I remember correctly, she’s hot.”

He shrugged, cutting the chicken into quarters, “I don’t feel like it. I just got out of a marriage, only one foot out, at that. I’m not even divorced yet. Not exactly an ideal time to be dating, is it?”

“God, you’re clueless. I wasn’t even there, and even I know she was flirting.”

He shovelled potatoes onto your plate and asked you to eat, if only to shut you up.

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You were watching some show on Netflix while rummaging in the laundry basket looking for the pair for Ellie’s lone sock in your hand. Joel was lounging on the couch behind you, supposedly not watching the Duke of something pining for the Lady some name at some dance.

“Hey, do you really think she was flirting with me?”

You huffed a laugh, turning around to see him staring at you with a confused look on his face.

“Yes, I do.”

“Why do people do that?

“Do what?”

“Flirt with married people.”

“Yeah, cause I know the answer to that. May I remind you how we met?”

He gave you a small laugh.

“Do you miss it?”

“What, being married?”

He nodded, a sullen look on his face. You put the lone sock down.

“Sometimes, especially those times at the beginning, you know?”

He nodded again, “When it was good.”

You nodded. You drew a big breath and turned your entire body to face him.

“Joel, maybe you shouldn’t pick up Ellie anymore. Or go anywhere with her alone. Or me and her alone.”

He sat up. “Why? Are you not comfortable? Am I overstepping?”

“No,” you said quickly. “It’s just, things like this. People are talking, they think we’re together. That you’re dating a single mom.”

“So?”

“So, what if the day comes for you to start dating again and people think you’re already in a relationship? I don’t want you to miss out on dating because of some idle gossip.”

“Pfft… I don’t care about that. Like I told you, I’m not ready to date. Not while I’m still married. Jen may have moved on, heck, she moved on while we’re still together, but I’m no cheater. I refuse to be one. And even once the divorce is final, I don’t even know if I want to jump right in again. I don’t know if I have the energy to go through all that ‘getting to know one another’ phase again. Too much work.”

You smiled, knowing exactly what he was talking about.

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“You ever think about dating again?”

It was your turn to scoff. “Ellie,” you told him. “She’s my priority. And let’s face it, men are not exactly lining up at the door for me, and by the time she’s off to college I’ll be near my mid forties. So attractive, to start dating someone at that age for the second time in your life.”

He raised his brows in agreement, lips pouting, nodding slowly. You picked up the lone sock again, this time turning the entire laundry basket over, picking up the pieces of clothing one by one, folding them and placing them in the laundry. By the time you finished, the lone sock was still lonely. You stood up, looking all around you for it, going to check the dryer, Ellie’s laundry basket, to no avail.

“How could one sock go missing? I placed them in the net to wash! That dryer is brand new. It couldn’t have swallowed it already?” you ranted, annoyed that you couldn’t find this one sock. You went back to the kitchen to look in the dryer one more time, coming back to a shaking Joel on the couch, laughing uncontrollably. He put his hand in his pocket and pulled out the sock you had spent almost an hour looking for. You snatched it from him, swatting his face with it a few times. God, you’re such a jerk! He guffawed, telling you it was the funniest thing he had ever seen in his life. You tied the socks together and shoved the entire basket on his belly, telling him since it was so funny he could go put the clothes away.

He was still laughing when he came back out of Ellie’s room with the empty basket going into the kitchen to put it away, coming back with the rice pudding you had given him, two spoons in his hands, a small coaxing pout on his face. Peace offering? You matched his pout angrily as you snatched the spoon off his hand and let him sit next to you, enjoying the sweet treat together as you watched the Duke ride a carriage, a faraway look on his face.

**********

You exited the shower the next morning in a hurry, dropping your towel in the laundry basket and opening the closet door a little bit too enthusiastically – you overslept. It was five already. You texted Tess as you ran into your bathroom to shower, and now was pulling anything you could reach to dress in a hurry. In your panic, you accidentally nudged the old closet door further than you should, and the thing just fell off the hinges, dropping its heavy, solid wooden self on your toe.

You screamed your lungs out, all the while staggering under the weight of the solid door, which was now leaning on you.

Even in your painful daze, you heard Joel’s bed squeak loudly, his door opening and a panicked knock on your door. Lily? What’s going on, are you okay? Lily!

“The closet door just fell. Crushed my toe. It’s heavy. Fuck! It hurts!”

“I’m coming in, okay?”

Just as the door began to open, your realized, to your horror, that you were naked. Completely naked.

“No, wait, Joel, don’t come in!”

The door stopped opening. He was still outside. “Why not?” he was clearly panicking.

“I’m not wearing anything. I just got out of the shower.”

“Oh, erm… I’m gonna go in okay, my eyes are closed. I’m gonna look the other way, grab a blanket okay?”

Oh God, how soon can you die if you just let the door fall on you? Fuck! This was mortifying! “Okay,” your voice was so small, but he heard you anyway. He came in, facing the other way, wearing only a pair of boxers. He reached for the blanket on your bed, and backed towards you, asking you to tell him how far away he had to go before he reached you. You guided him, mortified by what was going on, your head light from the pain in your toe. When he reached you, you told him he could turn, but please Joel, keep your eyes closed. He will, he told you, his voice calming you down. He turned, reached out and found the door, quicky lifting it off your toe as you grabbed the blanket from him, wrapping it around your body.

He opened his eyes when you told him you were decent, and quickly placed the door against the closet, lifting you up and placing you on your bed. You were in tears by this point, the pain was searing. He went back outside and you could hear him rummage around for something, coming back in, dressed in an inside out t-shirt this time, the first aid kit from his bathroom in his hand. He sat on the floor, lifting your leg up on his lap, studying the toe. The nail bit looked like it was crushed, there was blood all over. You bit on the blanket as he cleaned the wound, shaking slightly from the pain.

“I don’t think it’s broken, but maybe we should go to the ER just to be sure.”

“No, it’s okay. I’ll go later if it gets worse,” you told him.

“You’re not going to the bakery today,” he told you, taking your phone from your bed and snapping a picture of your wrapped up toe and sending it to Tess and Frank.

“No, I can’t do that,” you said, stubbornly, standing up for a split second before sitting back down, surrendering to the pain. “Okay,” you said defeatedly. He stood up and lifted you, blanket and all, towards the pillows, going back to the closet and grabbing you some clothes, placing them next to you. He got some painkillers from the first aid kit and told you to take them, he’ll get you a sandwich. All protests and attempts at bravery from you fell on deaf ears, and you quickly put your panties on, carefully avoiding the toe in doing so, your shirt went on next. You were struggling to put your injured toe and the leg attached to it through the leg hole of your pyjama pants when he returned, handing you a cheese sandwich, and then bending down to help you put your pants on, his fingers brushing against your skin as he did so, making you shiver. Must be the pain. It was making your leg a bit too sensitive.

He waited until you finished your sandwich and tucked you in, telling you to stay. He’ll get Ellie ready in the morning and get her to school. He’ll be back during lunchtime to check on you. Stay in bed, he warned, one eyebrow raised at you. You pouted, eyes still teary from the pain. You could only nod. What the heck else were you going to do? Even lying down your toe was throbbing.

He wrapped your blanket tightly around you, picking up the empty sandwich plate, telling you to sleep. As you drifted away from the strong painkillers, you felt him brush your hair with his hand, his lips softly brushing your temple, and then everything went dark.

Joel closed your bedroom door and went into his own, shutting the door behind him, leaning on the door with the sandwich plate still in his hand. He closed his eyes, getting his breathing under control, rubbing his face, shaking his head a little.

This was exactly what he was worried about from the moment he saw you in your car in front of his marital home.

Fuck.

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October Part 2

[asarigg]

🍁🌺 KOUJAKU ESSAY 🌸❤

As I mentioned a while ago I started making a compilation of different symbolic elements in Koujaku’s design. I didn’t have planned to make it too long, simply pointing out the different elements, but to be honest it kind of got out of hand.

In summary, I also talk about some key points in his story, his personality, and his relationship with Aoba. I’ve tried to be as canon loyal as possible, but I also speculate when analyzing. I was also doubting if I should be including headcanons, but since I’m already doing speculation which is basically just headcanons, I thought why not.

One of the reasons I made this document was because I had a few KouAo comics I made for myself and wanted to have my references closeby and do some investigation, but after a little while compiling things I thought it would be exciting to share it with others, since I don’t talk to anyone due to shyness. I’d love to share this file slowly in my social media as well and know what you think about what I wrote here, you can let me know via DM, tumblr ask or my strawpage (although strawpage would be only for twitter and bluesky).

I have to add that I have no relation with Japanese culture or the religions referenced, so there can be wrong info. If you notice and you don’t mind telling me I’d love to correct it. Moreover, with this idea in mind my plan is to keep changing this file as needed, either adding or editing what’s being talked about here.

There are also quite several parts that I didn’t really had the intention to include because I thought they were too obvious and I honestly felt stupid explaining certain details, but the fact that I’ve seen more often than not people being dead serious about the most unhinged takes of his character I feel kind of obliged to over explain. There are probably other parts or ideas that I’ll repeat in several places, but it’s hard to avoid given the way that it’s organized. I also wasn’t sure if I should add some of the complaints and critiques I had about his character, or should I say NC (if I sound like I hate them, it’s because I do). I’m doing this out of love for this character and kind of felt wrong to do this, but every single thing that I have a complaint about is because it can be improved and talking about the possibilities and the implications is important in order to have a complete essay about him. I’ll defend Koujaku to death and to be honest most if not all the things that irk about him are NC’s fault anyway. We came here to play. *gets shot

I'll be making different posts sharing everything separately but for now here's the entire document if you want to start reading. Of course there are mentions of child abuse and s*xual abuse

[roxtron]

Day 5: Rabbit, Reclaim

AGJGDFJF FINALLY IT'S DAY 5 SO I CAN POST THIS

For some reason everytime i draw him he looks so young because i'm accidentally overcorrecting since i'm used to drawing older characters. So unfortunately he looks way younger than i meant him to lol, whoops.

But wait there's more- AHAHAHA

While I did initially plan this for GGY week I eventually got the idea to use this as an excuse to draw other GGY designs, soo..

(Not sure why tumblr formatted it that way with 1 of them big but it doesn't matter lol)

I've been wanting to do this for a while, I put the tags of each person next to their design but ofc I'm still gonna tag them in the post itself so you can see their art for yourself if you haven't already. But I enjoyed each of these in their own ways so if you don't mind I think I'm gonna type a bit of text next to them..

@chipistrate This was one of the first I drew out of these, the design was pretty fun to draw but sorry if I messed up a few details, it was a bit difficult lol. The mask and goggles are really fun to draw and they make for a cool design, along with all the glowing blue. (and yes, I tried to subtly include the heelies lol)

@lunzi0 This was the first fursuit one I did lol. I adore the little stars in the design, they personalize it so well and make it really unique. I wanna try this design again since I feel like the other ones show my improvement a bit better, but I hope you can appreciate the effort I put in on my first attempt <3

@carouselrabbit This one was really fun to draw, I absolutely love the eye shape/lashes, it stands out and I always love drawing eyes with a bit of eyeliner lol, the daycare theme legwarmers is a cool nod to the balloon boy arcade machine being connected to them, and was just a fun addition in general lol, I like the style of legwarmers what can I say, fnaf changed my fashion sense a bit. also the subtle paraells to freddy's design is a nice way to connect a bit to gregory himself.

@puhpandas I can't remember if I talked about this design last time I drew it but, overall I'm really happy with how this came out, it's such an indicator of improvement since I started drawing this and I'm glad I was able to draw it better than last time lol. All the patchwork and similarities to Vanny's suit work really well, and the rabbit you chose to base it off of was a good fit, the colors make it a bit more difficult to shade for but i like detail lol, hope you like it too :)

@dykevanny I knew I wanted to do this since I started but I wasn't sure if I'd have time, and I'm glad I did! I hope you don't mind I combined aspects from the first design I saw and the second one you replied to my ask with, I liked the big purple sleeves lol. (I just realized after doing all the shading I forgot to include the oil splatter on his jacket, sorry!) It was definitely a bit difficult due to the head shape being so different but.. fluffy. i love drawing fluff. And the glowing swirl on the goggles, the shape of the ears, I love a lot about this design. :D

I have a hard time with writing compliments but I wanted to get some of those thoughts out, some of the things I like about these designs apply to multiple lol. I adore every one of these designs but I find it hard to put into words what I enjoy about them, hope the original creators are happy with these. <3

I also kept the ggys without as much lighting effects on a separate file, I felt like I should add them since they're a bit brighter lol, makes them look different.

Okay now that I've gotten all that- Sorry this post is so long! I didn't think it'd end up taking up so much space lol. Buut.. working on this drawing and thinking about it and potential context behind it gave me an au idea for it, but I'll put it under the cut since I understand most people probably won't care and just wanna see the drawings lol.

Idk if I'm confident enough to write for it but I'll give a bit of a summary.. I'll keep it under the cut for people who aren't interested and just wanna see the art though lol.

After the main events of SB and Ruin, now that the mimic's been set free, Cassie's taken control of by what's left of Vanny, using her as a new host. But with Cassie being the only human left alive down there, after being reawakened, Dr. Rabbit has nowhere left to go but back to his old host.

Vanessa, Freddy, and Gregory hadn't gone back to the Pizzaplex after ruin, but they were trying to figure out a plan to get Cassie back safely. One night after Freddy and Gregory disappear, Vanessa leaves to go find them. As dangerous as the pizzaplex is, it's her best guess for where they might've gone. She doesn't want to think about what could've happened to them, in denial for the worst case scenario. She tries to keep herself calm by telling herself they probably just left to go back for Cassie, maybe they didn't want her stopping them.. but deep down she knows it can't be that simple. She knows something's off, even if she's not ready to admit it.

When returning to the pizzaplex, she brought along her own V.A.N.N.I. mask, though unlike the one Cassie used, it was clear of the mimic's influence. After all, she was going to need some way to travel through potential blocked routes.

By the time she found Gregory, she'd still been wearing the mask, seeing him down the end of a dark hallway. He looked confused, afraid, his mind was a wreck of conflicting emotions. She started rushing towards him, happy to see him okay, until he finally spoke.

"You need to get out of here."

She stepped back, taking off the mask, only to be faced with the worst case scenario.

It was a wreck, covered in stains and tears, but it was still recognizable. He was wearing that old suit again.

As he waved, she could see Freddy's claws peeking out from the doorway, as the two stepped closer towards her.

So, she did what he told her to do, and started running. She could hear a faint voice coming from the mask, and put it back on before finding somewhere she could hide.

It was his voice again, telling her which way to go.

I guess that was the dramatic way to summarize the main idea behind it, lol. Basically Gregory and Dr. Rabbit work the way Sun and Moon work in Ruin, whichever one is in control in the real world, the other is left behind in the AR world. Or at least that's my interpretation of how they worked, considering Sun was always in mask-on scenes and moon was mask-off. I'm not too sure where the plot might go from there, and maybe I'll consider writing for it, I dunno. I've never wrote fanfic before because I get deadly afraid of writing them out of character lol, but maybe?? I have ideas for scenes and premise and stuff but I don't know if I have the confidence to write it.

But anyway! That was just more of a fun side-idea I came up with while working on this, if you read this far thanks, hope you enjoyed :)

here's some silly little lineless doodles as a reward for making it to the end hehe

now that's what I call an art dump

@ggyweek2024

[tricitymonsters]

VARIOUS STUFF AND THINGS

OKAY I had a crazy couple of weeks there but finally Akello 3 is out and the next chapter is currently being staged... there's a couple of things I wanted to talk about!

First of all THANK YOU to everyone who participated in Kinktober! Yall had some great writings to share and I enjoyed going through EVERY single one. I think I made it to 19 or 20 this year because I just got overloaded but I wanted to give a big shout-out to @ioshk-chan cause she kept pace with me the whole time and in fact I think she posted Day 26 a couple days ago so GREAT JOB!

My kinktober writings will be put in a fancy pdf and released towards the end of November (I want some time to maybe get a few more in there) in case you feel the need for some light porny reading.

The NEXT thing I wanna talk about is that TCM's Soundtrack is now available on Steam! Here's some quick facts!

There are 2 separate albums you can get!

The first is the original soundtrack written and performed by Melonine for Tri City Monsters.

This OST contains 4 tracks: the main TCM theme and each character theme for Mori, Amir, and Akello.

The OST is $4.99 USD, DRM free, and will be updated for free if I get more music written especially for the game.

The second album is the Supplementary Soundrack. This contains about 29 tracks at present and includes all the other the background music.

The Supplementary Soundtrack is free to download, contains no DRMs, and will be periodically updated for free as I add new music to the game.

I know it would be convenient to throw this all into one download but in order to correctly honor the licenses for most of the stock music, I need to keep them 100% free.

I'm working to get the OST tracks released on Spotify (tentative, we'll see lol)

You can really easily use Steam's audio player with these or simply access the MP3/FLAC files yourself to import them to wherever you want to listen to them.

This will NOT replace the music room feature in game, you'll always be able to listen to all the tracks there!

In all, the downloadable albums aren't a huge deal but I wanted to make them available and Steam makes packaging soundtracks pretty easy.

[page-soobinnie]

Hello 🤗🤗🤗

I just saw that you write for Strangers From Hell characters so I wanted to request dating and jealousy headcanons for Moonjo, Jongwoo, Seokyoon and Jieun separately.

I know it's a lot 😅 but there's so little contents about them. So I would really appreciate it if you would. But it's ok if you can't. Thank you anyways ❤️ ❤️

✮Them Being Jealous✮

✮Special thanks too: Anon, Moonjo, JongWoo, Seokyoon, Jieun

✮Note: Hi hello!! Thank you for requesting and being my first Request on this account I hope you enjoy it and remember you can request any time as long as it fits my rules ♡︎

✮TW: Moonjo : Psycho JongWoo : Jealousy : Yandere themes : mentions of murder : mentions of a pervert : teeth (Moonjo) : gender of reader is not specified : creepy man in Seokyoon's : Jongwoos boss being weird :

✮Taglist: No one yet but you can join by clicking this link and commenting the category you want or dming me or sending an ask

©Yawnzzznnn do not steal or copy my work

9-11-23

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Moonjo

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Oh boy... He is very protective and Obsessive so he won't let you out Eden without him and the only time he leave leaves is for work so you don't really get to leave maybe once(1) or thrice(3) a week even then your not allowed to look at someone or speak to anyone that's not him

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥So if he was to get jealous it would be of someone at Eden no it's not the pervert or the twins, but instead let's say it's Seokyoon

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥I mean Seokyoon is young and cute who wouldn't fall for him, although you already had Moonjo you couldn't deny the little butterflies whenever he smiled at you.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Moonjo isn't stupid he saw how shy you get around Seokyoon so before bed he brought it up to you "Yn" he said "do you have somthing to tell me?" He continued confused you shook your head "oh no?" He mocked "so you don't feel anything when Seokyoon looks at you? You didn't think I noticed how shy and giggly you get when he smiles at you?" He spoke his voice raising every word, in response you gasped "it's not like that" you say Moonjo wasn't buying it "it's not like that?" He scoffed and looked at the door

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥"fine if you like Seokyoon so much" he mumbled rushing out the door with a familiar syringe in his hand you knew you couldn't stop him and if you tried too it'll make it worse on your end

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳Later that night Moonjo walked through the door with a bracelet filled to the brim with teeth "here these are Seokyoon's" he said trying to put the bloody bracelet on you in response you jerked your hand away looking up at your face he gave you the crazed smile before setting Seokyoon's teeth down on the table "now to take care of you"

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥JongWoo

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Its no secret that JongWoo has an attitude with people he can't stand or that annoy him or weird him out

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥The two of you were at his work place you visiting to give him emotional support because of the things he's told you about Eden and how scared he was

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥"Yn" he said causing you to raise your head from his shoulder "do me a favor and get documents from there" he said pointing at a file cabinet through a glass window after describing the kind he needs you walked to the file cabinet and bent down to search

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Unknown to your knowledge you've attracted a viewer the quiet guy who sits next to JongWoo was not so subtly starring at your butt

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥"Yah" Jongwoo said grabbing the attention of everyone in the room including you "dont stare at my partner like that" he said the guy looked around a bit embarrassed "wait what happened" you said coming back with what JongWoo needed JongWoo snatched the file from you before grabbing your arm and forcing you back to your seat on the other side of him

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥"I caught him starring at your butt" he said loud enough for everyone to hear you gasped before you heard giggling "that's gross" you heard the girl next to you mumble the guy looked down "your not even going to apologize?" JongWoo said standing up from his chair getting ready to grab the dudes keyboard you were quick to stop JongWoo

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥"Don't your gonna get yourself in trouble" you mumbled holding on to his hands JongWoo scoffed "I don't care he needs to apologize" JongWoo said snatching his hand away from you "yah!" He said the guy refusing to look at him

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥"what's going on out here?" The big boss said coming out his office "JongWoo caught him starring at yn's butt" the girl said next you in a disgusted tone "are you not going to apologize?" JongWoo scoffed "yah asshole!" JongWoo yelled kicking his chair the guy flinched "JongWoo!" You gasped "stop Yn" he said trying to pull his hands away from you "dont jeopardize your job for me" you said pulling him into a hug hoping to calm him down

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥JongWoo visibly relaxed before wrapping his arms around your waist "your more important to me than this job" he whispered you sighed "baby please I dont want to see you suffer because some hentai loving asshole can't keep his eyes to himself" you said rubbing his back JongWoo slightly giggled "I love you" he said swaying the two of you back and forth "I know" you said hearing him slightly gasp before pinching your back you giggled "I love you too now let's get you back to work" you said the rest of his time working there JongWoo had a really bad attitude towards the guy

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Seokyoon

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Seokyoon is a very understanding person he prefers to look on the bright side of things which means he hardly ever gets jealous

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Hes more protective of you like let's say you go to a bar with him after he begged you too, the two of you were relaxing having a good time cuddled up to one another in the corner kissing every two seconds Seokyoon stood up saying he had to use the toilet he promised to be fast and when Seokyoon makes a promise he'll keep it

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥While waiting for your boyfriend a random man comes and sits Infront of you "are you alone?" He asked eyeing your body you shifted uncomfortably in your seat "no-no I'm here with my boyfriend" you said quietly "boyfriend?" The man laughed "you mean that kid that walked to the bathroom?" He said acting like he just said the funniest thing in the world "Seokyoon isn't a kid don't call him that and please leave me alone" you said fear washing away replacing with irritation

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥In response the man laughed "you could date a real man" he said emphasizing 'real' you scoffed "I told you I have a boyfriend" you said leaning back in your chair slightly jumping when you felt a familiar hand touch your shoulder "besides your not much of a real man if you can't take a hint" Seokyoon hissed out towards the man

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥The tone in Seokyoons voice was something you never heard before the man gulped "sorry" he said standing up before rushing away. You and Seokyoon sighed in unison before you both bust out laughing after a minute or two Seokyoon sat back in his chair on the right side of you trapping you between him and the wall again

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥"Sorry I couldn't get here faster baby" he said playing with your fingers "it's fine I just wanted him gone he stank" you jokes scrunching up your nose Seokyoon giggled before leaning in to kiss you

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Jieun

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Jieun is a pouty type of jealous like if your paying too much attention to another girl that isn't her she'll pout and latch herself to your arm

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥when the two of you leave that conversation she'll speak on it "you know she was flirting right?" She mumbled "that's why I left as soon as possible I don't need her I have an amazing girlfriend right here a clingy but adorable one too" you said ripping your arm out her hold in order to hug her "oh whatever" she said wrapping her arms around your waist

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Jieun needs reassurance so you being the amazing partner you are made sure she gets that assurance

[heaven-s-black-box]

Notes-Turn ons Miyuki & more

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Recovery date: October 2nd, 2024

Description: Coming through with more dna asks! Headcanons for what are some turn ons / offs for Miyuki, Furuya, and sawamura? Sfw and nsfw please? Like what they like in a girl etc, do they like boobs butt or thighs lol

Includes- Aged up Character

Notes: Recovered in conjunction with an anonymous researcher, we thank them for their contributions. Also the turn offs are kind of just, a thing they're not in to? Honestly I find it hard to differentiate between a turn off and a preference, but I tried.

sfw nsfw

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Miyuki Kazuya

I think he really likes your hands

You can tell a lot about someone from their hands and whether yours are just as calloused as his or not, he loves them

But if they are softer than his, he prefers how they feel wrapped around his dick

Way nicer than his

Also match his snark and don’t take any of his shit

One time he was being a little too mean to the underclassmen and you chewed him out right then and there

He’s going to think about that tone of voice a lot, and he will also try and get you to use it again

The sooner you catch on, the more you can tease him about it

Turn offs, probably pain especially sharp pain

He can handle bites and scratches, that kind of dull pain, but sharp pain makes him worried about injuries

Furuya Satoru

He likes your thighs because they make an excellent pillow

I don’t know what else you were expecting

It’s not even sexual

However, it is while he is resting on your lap he discovers he likes having his hair tugged

You were just combing through it and wanted him to look up, so you gave a few gentle tugs instead of untangling your fingers to tap him

It’s actually the combination of being so close to your crotch and the tugging

But after a while he associates getting his hair tugged with eating you out

Turn offs, I feel like degradation

He’s felt so alone and disliked for so long that degradation just triggers a ton of bad memories

Sawamura Eijun

Boobs, he is a simple man

You don’t even need to be “showing them off” and he’ll stare at them

Tying in to his other turn on, he loves seeing you in his jersey

He worked hard for that, and seeing you in it is an ego boost

And it’s specifically his jersey with nothing on underneath, his other clothes don’t get him going like that

You learned this when all of your clothes were in the laundry and one of his jerseys, which get washed separately, was laying about

The fastest way to get him going, even if he’s just come back from a game or practice

Turn offs, also degradation but because he’s a moron

Like, it’s a turn off as in it ruins the mood because if you try and degrade yourself he starts a serious talk about how amazing you are

And if you try and degrade him he picks a fight

[nellasbookplanet]

Book recs: robots and artificial intelligences

A note: I'm differentiating here between artificial intelligence and transhumanism (such as uploaded consciousnesses and cyborgs), which I intend to make a separate rec post for at a later date.

(Titles marked with * are my personal favorites)

Other book rec posts:

Really cool fantasy worldbuilding, really cool sci-fi worldbuilding, dark sapphic romances, mermaid books, vampire books, portal fantasies

Continue beneath the cut for details on the books!

The Outside by Ada Hoffman*

AKA the book the put me in an existenial crisis. Souls are real, and they are used to feed AI gods in this lovecraftian inspired scifi where reality is warped and artifical gods stand against real, unfathomable ones. Autistic scientist Yasira is accused of heresy and, to save her eternal soul, is recruited by post-human cybernetic 'angels’ to help hunt down her own former mentor, who is threatening to tear reality itself apart.

The Prey of Gods by Nicky Drayden

South African-set scifi featuring gods ancient and new, robots finding sentience, dik-diks, and a gay teen with mind control abilities. An ancient goddess seeks to return to her true power no matter how many humans she has to sacrifice to get there. A little bit all over the place but very creative and fresh.

17776: What Football Will Look Like in the Future by Jon Bois*

A multi-media web novel available to read freely online (which you should do!!). I don't want to give too much away as the initial punch of finding things out is part of the journey, but it's both hilarious and profound as it questions the meaning of humanity and life.

Illuminae (Illuminae Files) by Amie Kaufman & Jay Kristoff*

Young adult told through the medium of transcripts, text messages and the like (this is one of few books where I highly recommend reading a physical copy over a digital as the visual aspect is much more enjoyable like that). After their colony is attacked, the surviving inhabitants flee on space ships, attempting to avoid the pursuing killers while also dealing with a deadly madening plague on board and a ruthless ship AI seemingly losing its mind.

A Closed and Common Orbit (Wayfarers series) by Becky Chambers*

Technically part two of a series, but stands well on its own as the installments are only losely connected (though I recommend reading the first book as well, it's very good). A former ship's AI recently moved into an illegal android body tries to make sense of life as she navigates her way through humans and aliens alike.

The Quiet at the End of the World by Lauren James*

Young adult. After the spread of a global virus causing infertility, teenagers Lowrie and Shen are now the youngest humans alive as the adults around them race to find a cure. As they investigate the ruins of the world, the two come across records from the past, of how grief stricken people turned to raising artificial children in apps and how these 'children' developed, and through these records the two learn of their history. Also has a bisexual main character!

A Psalm for the Wild-Built (Monk and Robot series) by Becky Chambers

Novella. Long ago, robots, upon gaining sentience, simply laid down their work and walked into the wilderness. Long after, a tea monk looking for purpose follows after them into the wilds, where they come across one of the robots seeking its own sort of answers. While not plotless, this story focuses more on character and vibes over plot. Also has a nonbinary main character and features conversations on gender between human and robot.

All Systems Red (The Murderbot Diaries) by Martha Wells*

After having hacked its own governor module, SecUnit uses its small amount of new freedom to secretly download and watch as much media as it can between doing its job guarding humans. But when the scientists it’s been charged with keeping safe come under attack, it must make a choice about whether to continue keeping its freedom secret or risk it all to save them. The series features both novellas and full length novels, and balances humor with scathing critique of capitalism.

Machinehood by S.B. Divya

Prudent in the rise of AI and machine learning, Machinehood shows a near future in which humans struggle to find a place on the workforce as more and more jobs are given to AI. Status quo is shaken as a dangerous terrorist group calling itself The Machinehood starts committing attacks. A close look both at the rights of humans in a technologically changing world, and at the rights of AI as their intelligence edges ever closer to full sentience.

The Company of Death by Elisa Hansen*

A wild mix of genres, where a zombie apocalypse has struck and vampires gather up humans to keep their food source from going extinct, a robot travels across America with a young man she's tasked to keep safe, and former-vampire-hunter-recent-zombie Emily teams up with Death himself to stop the apocalypse. Features bi and ace characters! Bonus rec: the author also runs the youtube channel Maven of the Eventide, where she talks about various vampire media. Check it out!

Railhead by Philip Reeve

Young adult. In a future where humanity travel between the stars using not spaceships but a portal-connected system of sentient trains, a young thief and street urchin is hired to steal something off of the Emperor's train.

Being by Kevin Brooks*

Young adult. Cards on the table, I think I was about 14 when I last read this, but it made a strong enough impression that I still think of it as one of my favorite books. After having gone in for a routine exam, doctors make a stunning discovery about Robert Smith: he isn't human. Suddenly hunted, Robert goes on the run as he tries to cope with the fact of his own existence. While I love this book, it gives very few answers to its many mysteries, so don’t go in expecting full explanations.

Ancillary Justice by Ann Leckie*

A space opera in which sentient spaceships can walk the ground in stolen human bodies, so called ancillaries. One of these ancillaries, the sole survivor after the complete destruction of her ship and crew, is one the hunt for revenge. This series also does very cool things with gender!

Crier's War by Nina Varela

Who says sci-fi has monopoly on robots? In sapphic YA fantasy Crier's War, artificially created automae have defeated and subjugated humans, who live as second class citizens. Young Ayla goes undercover as a servant, meaning to assassinate automae girl and Sovereign's daughter Crier. This would be easier if the two weren't quick to develop feelings for each other.

My Heart is Human by Reese Hogan

Nine years ago, all complex technology was made illegal. This complicates life for Joel, young transgender single father, as a bionic just uploaded itself into his brain without consent. Scared of losing his daughter, Joel tries to keep the bionic secret while using it to fix his life, but things quickly get more complicated as the bionic gains more and more control of his body. Makes a lot of cool paralells of bodily autonomy to Joel's experiences as a transman. Bonus rec: if you like the general concept of struggling for physical control over one's body with an AI, may I also suggest the (much grittier and gory) movie Upgrade.

The Archive Undying (The Downworld Sequence) by Emma Mieko Candon

In a world where AI gods sometimes lose their minds and take entire populations down with them, Sunai was the only survivor when his god went down. In the 17 years since, he has wandered on his own, unable to either die or age, drowning his sorrows in drink and men. But his attempts to flee his past comes to a stop as he is forced back into the struggle between man and machine. Featuring some pretty wild world building and narrative techniques, this book will definitely confuse you, but it is worth the experience.

Activation Degradation by Marina J. Lostetter

Unit Four comes to life in the middle of a war. The mine it was created to care for is under attack, and as Unit Four is activated with the memories of its predecessors, it is thrown into the task of protecting it at any cost. When the battle leads to its capture, it is prepared to do anything to stop its captors, even as their very presence causes it to question all that it knows.

Sea of Rust by C. Robert Cargill*

Years after the death of the last human at the hands of a robot uprising, Brittle travels the desert searching for machines on the brink of breaking down whose parts she can scavenge. The world is quickly falling apart as a war between OWIs - One World Intelligences - struggle to absorb every robot, willing or not. Bleak and captivating, Sea of Rust features horrible people who you can’t help but root for anyway as they struggle for their lives while questioning the very nature of said lives.

Bonus AKA I haven't read these yet but they seem really cool

Hybrid Child by Mariko Ōhara

Japanese 1990s classic. Follows an escaped AI who can take on the form of the people it has consumed.

World Running Down by Al Hess

Follows a powerful AI that has been forced into an android body against its will.

The Thousand Year Beach by Hirotaka Tobi

Set in a virtual world populated by AIs, meant as a resort for human guests who stopped showing up over a thousand years ago, leaving the AIs on their own.

And Shall Machines Surrender by Benjanun Sriduangkaew

Novella. Machines are the gods and rulers of the Dyson sphere Shenzhen, where humans live in luxury and strive to become host bodies for future AIs.

After On by Rob Reid

Phluttr is a social media and a person, potential hero and potential villain, holder of the secrets of all her users.

Annie Bot by Sierra Greer

Annie Bot was designed to be a perfect girlfriend, but as she learns all the more about being human, perfection becomes all the more distant.

Honorary mentions AKA these didn't really work for me but maybe you guys will like them:

The Lives of Puppets by T.J. Klune, Machines Like Me by Ian McEwan, Barbary Station by R.E. Stearns, The A.I. Who Loved Me by Alyssa Cole, Medusa Uploaded by Emily Devenport

[ranticore]

happy anniversary STBH!! i bought both books while on a week break and read them both in two days voraciously despite my phone failing to decipher the epub files (squinting at a 200x zoomed pdf is a painful way to read but it was so worth it). i am periodically rotating the characters round my mind like the hypothetical apple number 1. Cain especially has been placed in my little mental cabinet of curiosity that i drop by during quiet hours to think about. love that man. number one cain fan. chewing him like an interesting stick. i love every other character as well though theyre all so fascinating and v human

anyway all this ramble to say i love your works and im patiently waiting for the moth release. ur prose is so lovely and i love love love the way you interpret folklore and mythology and your art

question for the stbh gang: what actually are their daemons? i know felix has estibarith the swan but im so curious as to the rest...

omg noo i'm so sorry the epub didn't work! i know you already suffered through it but for anyone else with this issue, i have a recommendation for google books app (if using android) but even if that doesn't work, you can always contact me and we can make something more readable (like a pdf with big font or something) that fits

i'm so happy that cain resonates with people, that old man is a favourite of mine even if i did forget to change his name from the original placeholder (whoops). he's a lil fucked up now but his story is far from over

as for tha daemons..

Islin: i narrowed it down to two potentials?? That i kind of bounce between. I tend to lean more towards a polled bull than anything else - a same-sex daemon which would be the only one in the cast i think, which i tried to parallel in pern story with him being the only one who doesn't match the canon rules for rider sexuality & dragon colour. but regardless the daemon is called Tarannach and the overall symbolism is a massive powerful dominant animal who is nonetheless "de-fanged" in some way (polled cattle naturally lack horns!) and appears more peaceful as a result. Tarannach is wilful and domineering, disagrees with Islin frequently (before Islin has his spine-growing moments), and unapologetically takes up space. would also be a massive inconvenience in day to day life but that's kind of the point. Before settling as a bull, Tarannach went through phases of wanting to be smaller and smaller.

Bowman has a dog daemon. It just has to be that way, there's no getting around it. I joked around that she would be a poodle but actually I would lean more towards a collie instead, a herding type. Something that looks rough and ready but is actually surprisingly high maintenance. Her name is Nell/Nellie. Her personality is irreverent, never takes anything seriously. She turns into a feral animal during the full moon.

We know Estibariz is a swan but some more about her - she wanted to be a lioness, something big and fierce, and Félix insisted that she would probably end up a serpent or a fox, something with connotations of being a sneaky liar, and he felt that when she did settle, it would be an externalisation of some inner ugliness he never wanted anyone else to see. when she did settle she enjoyed a big I Told You So. When he was taken by Puck and spat out again, she returned as a form-shifting daemon again, and had gained the ability to separate from him and travel long distances. She never shapeshifted willingly though. The first person to touch Estibariz aside from Félix was Bowman. The second person was Helena.

Clarion is the only one whose daemon was actually, for real, a horse. His name was Drey and he was a dapple grey draft breed.

Senca is obviously a witch so also had a daemon who could travel far from her. He was a bird, I thought maybe a nightjar or collared dove. Never got that far in the au so didn't pick a name. We'll just call him Namiliyath

Léa's was a thorny devil

Jean's is a ferret and her name is Missy. It looks like it could potentially be an ermine, a symbol of nobility, but no. It's a common hunting animal, white with black eyes.

Erica's is a magpie

Pascal does not have a daemon. There's something there that looks very swanlike, but it speaks with his voice. In a human au, it's a golden eagle.

I don't think I made anything for other characters, again I never got that far writing it

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Heyo! Can I request a Russell Adler x fem!reader w/“You son of a bitch, you promised me we’d grow old together. You promised me!” Angst where reader is a traitor working for Perseus who faked her death in Vietnam when Adler got his scars? 🐦‍⬛💙

GLIMPSE OF YOU (Adler x Fem!Reader) — 4K CELEBRATION

authors note; you are not bell in this fic!! bell is a separate character from you. thank you!!

[WARNING; angst, implied flashbacks.]

ADLER RUBS THE sleep from one of his eyes as he shuts his car door, keys in his other hand. It’s quite late; not too uncommon for him to be called to the safehouse at this hour, but it’s unusual to be called by Lawrence of all people. Park, yeah. Lazar? No doubt. Hudson? He’s always up Adler’s ass, no question. Lawrence, though? Must be personal. Adler pockets his keys before walking to the garage door and he bangs his fist on it a couple of times in a specific pattern, his eyes glancing around and landing on the bugs harassing the overhead light. Adler ignores the way the light burns his retinas. A minute or two later, the garage door screeches open to reveal the inside of the safehouse—all of their evidence and what-not.

His eyes land on Lazar who stands by the garage door, motioning for Adler to walk in. The air is oddly still and thick, kind of like it’s clogging Adler’s lungs as his shoes thump against the ground with every step he takes into the garage. Everyone is here; Hudson, Park, Lazar, Lawrence— Bell. Lawrence and Adler lock eyes; and boy, does Sims look nervous. It makes Adler’s jaw tense, a quiet click coming from his jaw screaming from the internal pressure. “What is it?” Adler gruffs, his tone still thick with sleep.

Lawrence is holding a file and a photograph, raised just high enough so Adler can’t see the contents just yet. “Y’gotta promise to not freak out too bad.” Lawrence’s tries to negotiate, but that only makes Adler’s eyes narrow underneath his sunglasses. He puts his hand out and does a tiny gimme motion towards Lawrence who sighs. He glances between the file, the photo, and Adler reluctantly before he slips the photo back underneath the paper clip that is attached to the file, slipping it into Adler’s waiting hand.

Adler’s heart drops when he sees a photo of the beautiful girl he knows—no, once knew. His chest tightens as his eyes lay on a photo of you, only older and more rugged. Dead and angry eyes. A version of you he’s never seen before; he’s never known. “What the fuck?” Adler spits through his teeth before he glances down at the file, reading your information, with the fucking affiliation of PERSEUS instead of MACV-SOG or even fucking CIA. “What the fuck!” He shouts louder, his heart pounding in his ears. He’s supposed to be reading your file from Vietnam, you died in Vietnam, you died there so why the hell are you on this goddamn worthless piece of paper, saying you’re aligned with Perseus?

Adler blindly walks with the file into the developing room, brushing Bell’s shoulder, who was barely able to get out of the way in time. He slams the door closed as he inhales shakily, the memories flooding back into his mind. The terrified and angry feelings during Vietnam overtake his senses; he can nearly hear the shouting and the gunfire, the fucking explosions—Adler’s eyes squeeze closed as he can feel his face being torn apart again.

An image of you pops up in his head, you wearing your uniform, an M16 lazily laying in your arms as you smile at him. Your eyes exhausted yet shimmering, somehow not being dampened from the horrors around you two. It makes present day Adler wonder if Perseus is the reason why your eyes are no longer shining in this photo. “You son of a bitch..” Adler grits lowly, his eyes opening with a new found fury as he looks back down at your picture in the low red lighting. “You promised me we’d grow old together.” He pushes out harshly, avoiding the break in his tone that threatened to spill out. “yOu FUCKING PROMISED!”

No one mentions the way Adler is more snappy, somehow more serious than before—not even Bell, who is ultimately confused on who you are. They remember a bit about you, but it’s blurry—like you weren’t meant for their eyes. Odd.