#i'll rb this a few times over the next few days

[elgaravel]

Going to jump on the train here and say to like/interact with this if you want me to tag you in tag games, wip/oc stuff, etc!!

[taiyami]

Hey folks, I've got hit with a few unexpected medical expenses that I need to get handled in a relatively short amount of time. As always, my commissions are open, but if you feel inclined I'm also taking donations at this time to cover food and other living expenses while I try to get things sorted. P*yp*l -> toskasnowe

V*n/mo -> bovinebeau

[the-solar-panel]

Shipping Call!

Hey. C’mere.  Closer. Closer.

*stage whispers* I like ships. Do you like ships? Do any of my muses appeal to you? They do? Then boy howdy do I have a deal for you!

Like this post if you’re interested in plotting something out with me! And if we already have a ship planned, like this post anyway to let me know you’re still interested and enjoying yourself! And in either case, be sure to let me know which of my muses catch your eye!

Thanks in advance! Hoping to see some likes on this post! <3

[rejectshumanity]

tumblr is tripping yet again, it seems 🙃 some of y'all aren't showing up in the likes or replies on my posts anymore, and i'm not getting notifications for your reblogs either. thanks, hell site!!!

idk if tumblr shadowbanned y'all or what, but if everyone could please do me a favor and let me know if i fail to like a starter, thread response, or answered ask within a few days of you posting it, i would really appreciate it 💖 at this point idk who all is affected, but it's happening with at least a few of my mutuals and i would hate to miss anything.

[puppykento]

SALVATION - SUGURU GETO

ft. cult leader!suguru geto x fem!reader

a/n: first full fic on this blog !! been thinking on this for a WHILE and it's finally here :3 feedback/rbs insanely appreciated, hope you all like the fic <3 thank you to @kaitkatme and @nexysworld for beta reading this for me ♡

cw: 18+ content, manipulation, dub-con due to heavy coercion, fingering, corruption kink, loss of virginity, use of 'master', power imbalance, p in v, creampie, breeding, talks of marriage, geto calls reader his wife and little lamb

word count: 2k words

Suguru knew the moment he laid eyes on you that he had to have you. You came to him all nervous and jittery, unable to even meet his eyes. He can see the curse hovering over you, infecting you with its presence. He can tell it's been haunting your dreams before you even open your mouth to say anything, without even looking at the dark circles under your eyes. He listens to you talk, nodding along with feigned sympathy to make you feel comfortable and let your guard down around him.

“I can cure you of your ailment, my dear. But it is best if you stay here for a few days. I can sense you're troubled, and I hope to make sure I can rid you of this disease properly.” He says after a moment, but he's already reaching out to absorb the curse, slipping the orb into his pocket to consume later. He tilts his head, offering you a grin that's all teeth with a hidden sense of malice. 

“I'll have someone set up a room for you.” Is all he says before he's leaving the room, waving in one of his disciples to deal with you for now. He had plans he had to form, so he couldn't waste his time on you just yet.

                              ˗ˏˋ ☆ ˎˊ˗

He returns to you later that night, a lesser curse prepared to infect you with, using it to infect the herbal tea he's prepared for you. For a human of your health, it should simply induce a fever and fitful sleep. Enough for him to convince you that you needed to stay while he purged you of the ‘ailment’ he had diagnosed you with. Enough for him to get closer to you.

“Has everything been to your liking?” He asks as he settles on the edge of your bed, pressing the back of his hand to your head as he hands you the infected tea, making sure you don't take too bad of a turn in reaction towards it. He watches you closely as you start to sip from it, politely thanking him and nodding at his question. Non-sorcerers were such weak, fickle people. He could not harm you before he'd got what he wanted from you.

The effect is almost instant. He watches your eyelids droop as you gaze at him, almost looking like you're in a daze. Your skin grows hot under his touch, growing clammy as the fever sets in. He bites his cheek to suppress a smile as he sees how well the curse takes to you, forcing a look of concern to wash over his face.

“Oh, dear. I've been working on flushing the illness from your body, but it appears it's fighting back. I really do recommend you take my offer to stay for a few days. A week, maybe. Your recovery is important to me, dear.” He says softly, his practised tone low and caring, designed to lure you into a false sense of security. He smiles when he sees you nod in agreement, gently swiping his thumb against your forehead.

You really are far too pretty for a mere non-sorcerer, he thinks, his gaze trailing your face. It felt like a waste that someone like you was born as such a lesser creature. It was a good thing you had Suguru to guide you, to direct you along the right path. You'd be the only one of your kind worthy of walking amongst other sorcerers and his disciples. His perfect wife. You'd want him soon enough, he'd make sure of it.

Over the next few days, he works slowly to wean you off of the curse he'd put into your system, doting on you as much as his dwindling patience would allow while building up your trust in him. After a few days, he removes it, pocketing the orb and nursing you through the lingering effects it had left behind.

The fever remains, rendering you bed bound even without the curse in your system. It appeared to have weakened your immune system considerably more than Suguru had initially anticipated. Not that it particularly mattered - feverish was good and could easily work in his favour. It would make you more delirious, more pliable to his wishes.

He makes his way to your room with your nightly tea, offering you a small smile as he sits on the edge of your bed, instinctively pressing his hand to your head as he'd done every night prior to this one. He hands you your tea, brushing your cheek with his hand.

“Your fever is fading. I don't think it'll be long before you've returned to your normal self.” He tells you, his eyes locked onto yours as you sip from the cup in your hand.

“Thank you for your help, Master Geto. I feel a lot better now. It's been a while since I managed to get a full-night's sleep.” You reply, offering him a gentle smile. Your eyes still look a little hazy, as if you're about to fall asleep any moment. Suguru decides to put his plan into action.

You're not quite delirious enough to miss the way his hand wanders along your side, caressing the curve of your hip and giving it a squeeze before he slips his hand under your shirt, feeling the fever hot skin of your stomach. His eyes flick up as he hears the cup being set on the table, your brows furrowed in confusion.

“Master Geto-”

“Shh, shh. Quiet, little lamb. I'm doing this to help you. You trust me, don't you.” He coos, his voice almost disarmingly sweet. You're not used to him using that tone, and it sends your mind spinning for a moment. You gasp as his hand slips higher, cupping your bare breast as he runs a thumb over your nipple. His hands feel cold on your heated skin, causing the bud to stiffen under his touch.

“Non-sorcerers are so predictable. One touch and you're already willing to submit to me.” He says with a soft huff of laughter, pinching your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, drawing a whine from you. He sees your expression when he refers to you as such, which only serves to make him laugh harder. “Oh, please don't tell me you mistook me for one of your pathetic kind?”

His hands shift to pull on your trousers, yanking them down with your underwear. You kick out, but the fever makes you weak. Your fight amuses Suguru, drawing another laugh from him. “My little lamb is such a fighter. Darling, there's no use in fighting. You will be my wife, and you will give me an heir.”

He watches you closely, waiting for a protest that doesn't come. Only then does he truly smile, a grin spreading across his face. His thumb parts your pussy, and he clicks his tongue softly when he comes into contact with your wetness. “Ah, what's this? Does being my wife please you so much? Has another man touched you like this before, little one?”

You shake your head instantly, your cheeks growing hot under his intense gaze. He hums softly in thought, dipping his thumb past your entrance, gently teasing it. “A virgin? Mhm, I almost can't believe I'd be so lucky. You don't mind if I check, do you?”

The way you squirm as he slips his thumb away to push his index finger into your cunt is enough to tell him you're untouched, but he doesn't plan on stopping any time soon. The sooner you're swollen with his children, the better. He wants to make sure that you'd be his obedient little wife, and he has no plans on letting you so much as leave this room until he's stuffed you full.

He takes his time stretching you out, slowly adding extra digits until you're keening after being stuffed full of three of his fingers. He presses his palm against his clit as he opens you up, smirking as he watches you attempt to hump his hand to get some friction against your swollen bud. He pulls his hand away when he feels you clenching around his fingers, tutting softly.

“Now, now, little lamb. No cumming unless it's on my cock.” His words are followed by him removing his kāṣāya and loosening his yukata so he can free his cock, pumping it lazily a few times before aligning himself with your entrance. You choke out a gasp as he presses forward, slowly sinking into you inch by inch. You feel like the air is being pushed out of your lungs, your hands clutching losely at the robe still dangling from his body.

“M-Master…” You breathe out, your expression tense as he buries himself to the hilt in your cunt. His jaw clenches as he forces himself to remain still despite the tight heat surrounding him. A hiss is forced out through gritted teeth as he slowly starts to move, his hand gripping your waist tightly to prevent you from moving too much.

“Quiet, little lamb. You will adjust. Your body was made to take my seed. I knew that as soon as I laid eyes on you.” He grits out, placing your calves over his shoulders so he can fuck into you deeper, his hips slapping the flesh of your ass with every thrust.

His cock glistens with your arousal, spotted slightly with blood that serves as evidence of your purity. The sight has him smiling, rutting his cock into you with more urgency. His pretty wife was perfect for him in every way. He'd be the first and last man to ever touch you. He'd make sure of it. The tip of his cock presses against your cervix as he adjusts his hips, making sure every inch of him fills you.

“My little wife… I'll keep you nice and filled for days. Gonna make sure it takes, gonna give you my baby.” His cock brushes your sweet spot every time he drags it along your fluttering walls, your slick coating his length, dripping down to his balls. The sight alone is almost enough to make him cum, but he's determined to see you cum first. He can be a kind leader, after all - and there is a large part of him that would love to feel you tighten around him, drawing his out his orgasm.

“Bet you'd like that, hmm?” He questions, biting back a moan as he thrusts balls deep into your drippy cunt, grinding the hair at the base of his cock against your clit. His hands slide down to spread your lips so he can rut his pelvis against you. You moan out his title as you finally come undone, flooding him with your release. He fucks into you sloppily, strands of silky, black hair framing his face as he lets his head hang down. “It's an.., ah… honour to carry my child. Thank me for… for choosing you. Fuck… thank your master, little lamb.”

“Thank you.” You whine, back arching as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm, the sensitivity causing tears to form in your eyes. You clench tighter around him, doing your best to milk his cock dry. “Thank you, Master.”

The words are enough to send him over the edge, his teeth clenching as he lets out a guttural moan, forcing himself right up against your cervix to ensure his cum stays deep inside of you. He lets out a shaky breath, doing his best to manoeuvre both of you into a lying position without pulling out.

He gently wipes a few tears that spill past your eyes with the pad of his thumb, pressing a kiss to your head. “Shh, little lamb. You'll be alright. I'll take care of you and my child. I promise.”

He had every intention of following through on his promise. He would not let harm come to his heir or wife, and he'd gladly kill anyone who attempted to disrespect you. You were his now, and he always protected what was his.

[piftamere]

part thirty-three - painfully obvious

fun facts :

when y/n started her musical career she had to juggle two part time jobs so she missed a lot of things and not all her partners or friends understood

gojo and geto talked about their argument from the other day, they both apologized but they still avoid talking about y/n

it took a little over 1 week for the song to be finished because they weren’t available to work on it everyday, but it’s not going to be released just yet. they want to release it closer with the album that’s coming out in a couple months

y/n answered maki 3 weeks after the kiss happened, they stayed on the phone for a few hours because y/n had a lot on her mind.

maki’s doing this because she genuinely cares about y/n and is deeply sorry for how she acted, she would rather have y/n in her life as a friend than not at all.

on the phone maki reassured y/n that she didn’t “lose” her.

author's note

a looot of fun facts today, oops

i just couldn't fit everything i wanted to say in the actual chapter 😬😬

is gojo in denial or is he just a liar?

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ tugging on heartstrings ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

as an aspiring solo artist, you dream of making it big in the music industry. With your talent and unwavering determination, you find yourself entangled in a web of romantic pursuits amidst rumors and betrayal. Will you emerge unscathed and manage to navigate your love life in the chaos of fame?

Part thirty-three - Next

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[luminecent-sky]

The rain of longing

A/n: Little Neuvillette manifesting piece, so he comes home on his banner lmao, feel free to rb this to manifest him too. I'll make a follow up post if he comes home lmao or not.

The rain hadn't stopped for days, not after Navia had poured her true feelings out to the Ludex himself, something that Lumine had been aware of, only because the creator themselves couldn't help but be worried for him, constantly speaking of how it was a pity that they couldn't meet him, couldn't speak to him themselves to soothe his pain.

Honestly, the creator was very benevolent, but she was getting tired of hearing the constant buzzing of their — very valid — concerns towards the weather and emotions of the Ludex. 

She was driven almost to the point of seeking out the Ludex himself at times, though it seemed like he was burying himself in work to avoid his own feelings, much to his own detriment. And the Creator had been guiding her to finish various quests and meet many of the 'characters' of Fontaine, leading to a lack of opportunities to confront the man.

It all came to a head when they found him in Poisson, standing over the grave of Navia's father. After having asked all the questions she paused, looking at Neuvillette with a complicated expression.

"The Creator noticed the increase in rain for the past few days, they know it's related to you and what Navia said…" looking off into the sky and placing a hand on her chest she continued, speaking the words they wanted so desperately to tell them, "Please don't be sad, and dry your tears, you didn't have enough information at the time. This was not your fault." She breathed out, finally speaking the words she had heard for days now, 

"That is what their grace wants to tell you."

Neuvillette stared, eyes wide and shoulders shaking slightly,

"....Please send my thanks to the Creator." He said softly, nodding as the words truly sunk into his mind. He said his goodbyes, leaving Lumine to continue on whatever quest the Creator would take her next.

———

He sat in his office, looking out towards the city of Fontaine, mulling over the words Lumine had relayed to him from the creator,

'Please don't be sad, and dry your tears, you didn't have enough information at the time. This was not your fault.'

"....You are truly kind, my Creator." He murmured, looking down on his cup, the swirling liquid reminiscent of the swirling torrent of his emotions. To be acknowledged, spoken to and even comforted by the creator was a special thing, things only heard and experienced by their most special vassals, mortals — and even immortals — who were blessed to bask in the eternal light of their Grace.

The stars shone as they fell from the sky, blue, purple and then some. He closed his eyes, hoping, waiting, wishing that he could be blessed by them.

a/n pls come home neuvi, i'm not guaranteed dnajnakdadinaasf I'm at 78 pity AAAAAAA

[deepspacedukat]

Hi everyone! I know I've been kinda silent on here lately, and I apologize for that. I have a couple of asks to reply to and I have a couple of things that I've been tagged in that I also need to rb - I will get to them, I promise!

Life got kind of busy, and I didn't exactly anticipate that. Long story short, we've been doing work on our house, and what we thought was going to be a quick inspection to lower our insurance rates has turned into...well, a whole process that has been going on for a few weeks.

I've only been able to get on here for a few minutes each day to make sure that nothing has exploded. And even though I've been able to write a little bit here and there, I don't have anything finished. I beg your indulgence whilst I take the time to craft more fic courses for thine consumption. I promise I shall return soon with some good fic soup! 🙏

After this is over with, I hope to go back to posting a little bit more regularly, but a whole bunch of things are all happening at once that I didn't anticipate, so...🤷‍♀️

Also, woohoo! I can now reply from this blog instead of my main!!! Yay! That's actually a v good update.

Anyway, while I may not be super active, I am here, and I do love you all! Things are beginning to slow down just a little bit, so I'll be catching up on stuff over the next couple of days. In the meantime, stay hydrated, eat well, and treat yourselves gently, okay?

-DSD 💖💜💙

Me, on my way to bite an incompetent repairman, and not in the sexy way:

[moon-bun-bun]

I'm gonna ramble about my creepypasta AU from like 2012-2014ish I used to rp with a friend over my flip phone bc we where GENUINELY just insane <3

Some key things to keep in mind: we didn't really watch marble hornets at this time so masky and hoodie where (unfortunately) very much old fanon the rare few times they showed up. A lot of this AU was influenced by old deviantart web comics, mainly Pasta Monsters and The Seer. And lastly, we where like 12 when we made this so don't expect high art 💀 you're allowed to laugh bc genuinely it's so awful

This AU MOSTLY was centered around our OCs (of course). Mine was Banana, a repurposed warriors OC 💖 of course in usual middle schooler fashion, she was immortal and couldn't die, and she knew every single creepypasta amd everyone knew her and she was some special proxy y'all know the deal, if I remember to draw her again I'll rb or something with her bc I still love her dearly <3

Some key things abt this AU that I can remember off the top of my head in no specific order:

- Slenderman didn't have a mansion, he instead had an entire castle?? I have no clue why we decided a castle but that's what he had

-no one but slenderman lived in this castle. Not even his proxies, everyone else has their own houses, except Banana who has a big tree that grows diamond fruit

-how do people not fond a massive castle out in the forest? Easy. It's not in the forest, there's an entirely seperate realm they all live in and you access it by a random portal in the woods

-we genuinely deligated Masky and Hoodie to just sorta babysitting this portal. Actual proxy work? Never heard of it, they just watch a portal for days on end. Expect Masky sometimes, he got to babysit Banana because she caused ✨️problems✨️ constantly. We very much characterized his as the shy uwu nervous Masky the entire time

-proxies got their special proxy names Via warriors cats naming ceremony, we had a moment with another OC that was an extended rp of this moment. I do not know how we talked abt it like it was the most serious and genius thing in class the next day

-Jeff was one of the most prominent characters, he did not like Banana what so ever and she at some point made it her life goal to be the most prominent nuisance in his life. Multiple times as some form of punishment for both of them causing some issue or just fighting in general, Slenderman would make them go live together in the human world as normal people in suburbia or some shit. This happened VERY often and I choose to still use this plot point as the set up for conversations and jokes about them to this day

-the neighborhood they lived in was completely oblivious to the fact that these where two known serial killers, EXCEPT one of their neighbors who was hell bent on exposing them. No one believed her ever.

-how do they live as normal people? Tbis is where the pasta monsters influence comes in, I believe it was called an illusion form in that comic? Whatever it was called, that's the logic we used. Jeff looked like a Normal Guy and Banana instead of being a cat, was in fact a human girl, who for whatever reason we decided kept getting mistaken for some random orphan girl named Daisy

-despite this AU taking place in (at the time) modern times, old times orphanages and asylums where still in operation and was another very prominent plot point we used (to the extent of the knowledge we had as 12 year Olds of these places) banana and Jeff ended up in the asylum in padded rooms and straight jackets a lot

-this has no bearing on the plot what so ever but I know we referred to the police as "the popo" and ONLY the popo for the entire duration of the rp. All 2 or 3 years of it.

That's all I can think of at the moment, there's. A lot more that I'm missing here and whenever it crops up I'll just rb with more details or smthn bc I genuinely rlly like just putting whatever the hell we where on into words 💀💀

[best-fictional-band-poll]

Polls and voting arrangements!

It looks like you guys want polls lasting one week, but we're super evenly split on "all at once" and "over a week"

To split the difference/compromise (and make my life easier) I'll queue them to post one an hour over the next few days, probably starting tomorrow - that means I don't have to prepare 30-odd polls at once and I won't flood your dashes with polls, but they'll take much less than a week to post.

I will tag them all with one tag (maybe "round 1 polls? suggestions in the ask box) and post a notification/change the pinned when they're ALL posted and active at the same time for anyone who wants to just go through and vote all at once.

I am going to tag preliminary polls with ONE tag per fandom/media, so remember to check the tags! any more than 10-ish tags is going to be unmanageable.

Poll rules will go up shortly but to summarise: do whatever you want but NO harassment or discourse. yes you can bribe your mutuals yes you can make puppet accounts I'll rb as much propaganda as I can (tag me etc if you want!) but there will be no harassment of "problematic" fandoms - show your opinion by getting them voted out! Discourse is an instant block.

[skywxlkcr]

angstpril day 20: broken

and I'll be in denial for at least a little while

After that one clone's attack, Robotboy knew something was wrong. But he didn't have time to think about it any longer because he had a fight to win and people to save, so he ignored it.

He should be glad that it happened at the end, but in that moment when he felt a strange pressure in his chest and then he literally got thrown out of super activation, he felt neither joy nor relief, just pain pain pain, what happened?

"Ro!"

"Ro?"

"Hey Ro, you okay there?"

He heard Tommy, Lola and Gus calling him, but couldn't react. Only when the kids gathered around him and he had Tommy in sight did he raise his head. The blond looked at him with confusion, fear and worry and Robotboy felt even worse. He didn't like it when Tommy worried. Ro was supposed to protect him.

"Ro, look at me. Tell me what happened."

RB shook his head.

"Robotboy in pain. Something...wrong," he replied, suddenly feeling strange exhaustion. But, the battery wasn’t empty yet?

Tommy looked even more concerned than before.

" 'It hurts?' Ro, what-"

But Robotboy didn't have the strength to explain to him.

"Sleep..."

He would have hit his head on the concrete if he hadn't been sure Tommy would catch him. Tommy always caught him.

"What...? No, wait, Ro!"

He just needed to sleep, he probably got too tired. When he wakes up he will definitely be better.

"ROBOTBOY?!"

Sleep.

[***]

He couldn't remember the last time someone had so aggressively woke him from shutdown mode. He was already about to be offended when he realized that no one was turning him off, he himself...

passed out?

"Ro?"

He opened his eyes. Tommy was standing next to him and leaning over him, still worried.

"Tommy?"

The boy breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hey. I'm glad you came back to us, Ro. "

He frowned.

"Robotboy go out somewhere?" He asked confusedly. Before Tommy could answer, Lola and Gus entered the room.

"Tommy! Did Ro wake up?" Lola asked.

"Did you tell him that the guy was fuming when you opened him" Gus interjected. Hearing this, Ro sat up.

"What?!"

Tommy sighed.

"Thanks, Gus," he muttered. Gus only shrugged.

"Someone had to tell him, you can't keep him in the dark forever just because you're being a pussy, Tommy" he added. Lola facepalmed. Tommy rolled his eyes.

"Never mind," he growled then turned back to the robot, "Ro, remember when you said something about being in pain?"

RB reflexively grabbed his small torso with his hand, which did not escape the boy's attention.

"Yes."

"Can you tell me what happened earlier?" he asked. Ro thought about it.

There was this one clone he fought with. One who was somehow different from the rest. He remembered that when he finished fighting him, he felt different.

"A strange clone, then it hurt me, and then..." he winced slightly "it threw me out of super activation."

Tommy frowned.

" 'It threw you out'? "

Robotboy nodded. The boy thought about it.

"What do you think, Tommy?" Lola asked.

"Ro, I think the superactivation is broken."

Ro blinked a few times. No. Impossible. He shook his head.

"Impossible," he added aloud. Possible?

He took a step back. Tommy quickly noticed the robot's dismay.

"I'm sure it's only temporary!" he assured, wanting to calm him down, but Robotboy didn't listen to him anymore.

He couldn't lose his superactivation. Without it, he was-

useless.

When he tried to superactivate, all he felt was pain and frustration. Come on, work, I can't be useless-

If I don't protect them then who will?

He hissed, grabbing his chest. Then he heard voices around him.

"Ro, stop, please."

"Ro, don't do anything by force!"

"Yeah, dude, you'll break something."

He opened his eyes (when did he close them?) and saw Tommy, Lola, and even Gus, sending him worried glances. He didn't want that. He didn't want pity.

He wanted superactivation.

"Useless," he said aloud. Tommy frowned.

"What? Ro, what are you saying? You're not useless. "

"Tommy, just call Moshimo and ask him how to fix it...ouch!" Gus interrupted when Lola hit him on the back of the head "what's that for?"

"Gus, think sometimes before you say something," she growled. Gus sent her an offended look.

Meanwhile, Robotboy sat on his best friend's bed, drawing his legs to his chest. Tommy sighed and, ignoring Lola and Gus, walked over to the bed and sat down next to Robotboy.

"Ro, I promise to figure out how to fix the superactivation, okay?" Ro nodded "Remember that you are not and will never be useless. "

RB also sighed.

"Okay, Tommy," he said, resting his head on the boy's shoulder.

He hoped that Tommy was right.

can you tell i kinda gave up in the end? lmao a day late but still here!! i'll try to write a few more prompts before april ends but no promises oof anyway i always wondered what would happen if ro just lost superactivation like there was a whole ep when he was stuck in that mode so what would happen if he couldn’t use it? i may use that idea in the near future again hehe okay that’s all from me byeeee

[brick-a-doodle-do]

I have another fake fic title for you (if you’re still doing them!!)

—I’m too afraid to say bye to you

Do with it what you will!!

hghhhh i'm never NOT really doin' them, it goes in spurts. but what i find funny is you and becky have both sent in fake fic titles "late" since i'm putting more out there. but i'm clearing out the ones from two, three months ago FVDFSJV

but ANYWAY thank you!! maybe when i finish clearing them out i'll rb again. fake fics are always a treat to have on-hand when i'm bored :]

i'm too afraid to say bye to you

george and xd's relationship had always been something special, even if it had costed george his conscious in his own reality.

on a particularly rare request, george woke up in a bed on the smp. it had been months, maybe even years since he'd been back there, and when he stepped outside he saw how time had ruined their world. what still stood of the origins barely looked familiar any more. the community house was overgrown with weeds and the flowers around the lake had been wilted.

unsatisfied, george wanted to go back. he doesn't listen to the sounds of a distant and rather jarring alarm as he drifts back to sleep.

awaking back into xd's realm, though still troubled with wanderlust, he asks to be taken to a place something reminiscent of the early days of their world.

and when he does, he's startled to find he's woken up in something....well, he doesn't know where he is. it's dimly lit, something that looks like a candle in the very corner fading in and out of power. but, it doesn't exactly look real.

after some exploring, george finds an opening in the space and steps out into a living room. but, decidedly, it's not right. it's towering above him.

he's about to return to xd's realm before he finds something strangely familiar. to dots and a lanky smile. on a shirt. dream?

--

it's been a few hours. george went back to the walls to see if anything else in there belonged to dream.

after a while, he gave up and left. he travels across the home (?) and finds a kitchen, but stops dead in his tracks when he hears something. something loud, which startles him into hiding into the shadows of an overhanging kitchen counter.

as something comes into view, two socked feet shaking the ground he stands on just inches away, he directs his eyes up and catches sight of none other than dream. though, his scars are gone and he looks younger. he looks healthy. pale, but healthy.

--

over the course of the next few hours, george has kept sleep away and adjusted to this interesting reality. he finds that he can go an entirely other direction in the walls, which has him find the top of the counter, where an obscured ladder hidden behind a....something scales into the cabinets where he begrudgingly grabs a snack to soothe his hunger. or, maybe that's nerve churning in his gut.

--

days had passed. george has adapted to the reality, and has put off sleep. he's always been able to.

he watches dream, a lot. he forgets to do other things, he'll often sit on a bookshelf and watch the man for hours, taking in how happy he looks. well, he doesn't look tip-top condition, but he looks worlds better than he did in the smp.

he gets a little jealous, truth be told. he can hear dream yell sapnap's name, or tommy's, bad's, sam's, ranboo's, everyone's name but his. he got a little jealous. he questions how xd considered this to be up to his request. but, he persisted, because he knew he'd never get this version of dream back

--

sapnap moved in. he hadn't been expecting it, but when he did, it was absolutely startling. probably because the way he learned it was when sapnap opened a cabinet that just so happened to be the cabinet he was in, they saw each other.

now george couldn't be secret anymore.

but, it was nice to see sapnap.

sapnap didn't think the same- actually, he had no idea who george was. and when dream came, he didn't recognize george nor remember their past either.

but that didn't matter, the three of them blossomed a nice trio, and before long he was being introduced to dream's apparent supporters, all...millions of them.

he helped dream with a game called "minecraft", and helped with recording. he got his own camera, too.

things started to feel like then, the three of them and even dozens of them laughing together as they build and explore.

george realizes how xd found this a suitable fit.

--

george hadn't slept in days, and though it works for a while, it gets to him. he sets his intention very simple: he doesn't want to return.

but, somehow he always does.

and he see's xd, who draws up small talk before sending him back.

back to a reality where dream, the real dream, is shaking him awake, wearing a bright orange uniform. now, the prison bell is louder than ever.

had two ideas for this, morphed 'em :D

sorry this is so long lmfaooo

[flatspot]

quick post for the end of the year bc i'm still lurking here as per. while this has maybe been the worst season of f1 i've had to endure since 2016, at least we've all been fucking miserable together.

getting sappy with it. this was supposed to be under a cut but i'm on mobile and can't figure out how to do it. i'm too tipsy to care, sorry.

@fullwets we graduated from being unhinged about one thing to being unhinged about so many more terrible things. ur my best friend, the first and last person i speak to most days, we finally got to see each other this year and tbh any number of days is too many until i fly over. u make my life so much easier even when ur sometimes actively trying not to. ily. mis u. ur my favourite.

@amgroscoe we balance out each other's conspiracies. or we just egg each other on. i'm so glad we had our impromptu italy trip, one of the genuine highlights of this year. i miss our karaoke dance parties in the hotel rooms. norway in t-11 days, can't wait to freeze our asses off. one of the very few people in my life i've instantly felt comfortable around irl 🤍

@ultrasofts idk if i would have made it through this year without you. love u for being insane about lewis with me, and for dragging me down when i get a little too invested in Theories. i'm still holding out hope we're gonna make it to a gp this year or next year. or i'll just come invade your sofa bed. ur very important to me.

@oversteerey lol origin curator. your unhinged ramblings are going to keep me going once our idiots are actually in f1 together. we deserved so much more. cough. liam. and i can't describe how happy i get every time you rb our hockey boys. welcome to the bad side.

@alfalfatauri ily crow girls bubba. sleepy beepy. we're due another insanity session while scottie's asleep. i need us to start looking out for our alpaca farm we're all gonna go live on. pls kiss hazza on the forehead for me.

@josefnewgayden so indebted to you for teaching me everything i know about ps and gif making. and for forming the bonocule with us. most important gc i'm in tbh. still a little bit insane to me that the person who makes the ridiculous edits and gifsets is a friend now. here's crossing our fingers we get the thing we are all Really Really Hoping for this season.

okay i gotta go eat 12 grapes with the 12 bells of the new year for good luck apparently brb wish me luck so i don't choke

[fiymywings]

ahh if youre able to, would you mind sharing some tls of hollow? there’s so little content of him? 😭

absolutely! i'll make a few proper posts with translations once i get the time and energy to (very mentally burnt out right now so basically anything i've already done/am working on at the moment are the most i can muster), but this is sort of an assortment of summaries/from-memory translations for the time being

it's a bit long so it's under a read more but hopefully these can suffice until i get on that

from ch. 2 of his beginning of a dream meister story:

hollow and emma run into someone injured in a back alley, and rush to aid him only for a bystander to mistake hollow as the perpetrator behind several similar attacks, insisting it was him on the basis of him being caught literally red handed. hollow doesn't reply and just dismantles a nearby wheel barrel to become a makeshift . i forgot what they're called but they transport hospital patients and tells him to take the injured guy to help which clears the air up pretty fast. the resulting conversation happens:

Emma: By the way... when that guy said your hands were stained red, what was up with that?

Hollow: ... fufu~

Emma: ?

Hollow: Efufufufu~

Emma: ?????

Hollow: I was enjoying a particularly good drink of pomegranate juice that day. Though, I appear to have been a bit clumsy with disposal.

(i think about this exchange so much. yes she did use ??? in actual dialogue if im remember correctly)

Moon route Ch. 3

after having essentially put down a mechanical hound, he approaches emma and asks for her hand before putting a handmade metal bracelet on her. she asks about the details, and he confirms it was made with some scrap parts from the hound, having wanted to carry the memory of the hound around before she realized he had a matching bracelet (this made me start absolutely losing it btw. absolutely broke the hinges off my metal door)

he also said a REALLY nice quote about hardships and relying on each other but i cant for the life of me remember the baseline of it so i'll rb and tack it onto it

guild home interaction

i don't have the exact tls and because it was a random event it might take a bit for me to get it again to tl but essentially hollow was flipping through a book/magazine, saw an illustration of a mouse, and yelled. emma went to check up on him and tried to calm him down but iirc he ended up bolting despite it just being an illustration

train of remembrance ch 5

hollow sits down next to emma after effese (i dont know how to spell his name sorry if i got it wrong hgfdjb) is settled down by her and they take a moment to look out the window (this one i had written down because i was gushing to someone over discord)

Hollow: Would it be alright if I rested here as well? Emma: Of course! Go ahead. Hollow: Nfu~ Then, please excuse me a moment. If you take your time gazing out there… it's as if just outside the window is but a sky full of stars. Though of course we have our current situation, it begins to feel like we're merely on a journey. Just a bit. Emma: Fufu, looks like it. Hollow: Everyone back at Niji no Kanata too, they're all working very hard, so… Someday, with you invited along as well, I'd like to go on a nice relaxing journey together. Certainly Lagoon will prepare the finest transport available. Emma: Wah, I'm looking forward to it! [ Idling chatting with Hollow, the tension from prior had abruptly relaxed.] Emma: (Such a nice feeling, it's like my shoulders have finally untensed. Hollow… he pretty much controlled the energy in the room, huh?) Hollow: Efesse too, shall we get you sat down somewhere so you may talk too?

he later dropped the bomb he had basically picture perfect memory and could remember stuff even back when he was just a lil baby which is pretty in line with his natural talent of not just dismantling at stupid speed but 1. rapid assembly 2. part recognition (i.e. recalling what part in a machine is what series, what number, what alloy, etc)

some uncategorized stuff:

hollows date lines, i dont remember if its 10+ or 20+ since i have him at 26 but hes talking to the player and says smth along the lines of "we look like lovers? ... ah, that makes me happy"

it's confirmed in his sun route he sort of mentally blacks out upon hearing a clock and has to stop everything in order to dismantle it right away assumedly because of a noise trigger. it's played off for giggles in the main story but it seems outright painful for him in the meister story so i have no idea what's going on there but i believe in ch. 3 emma actually asks about that and he essentially goes "although i'm not sure, i'm sure i'll figure it out eventually!" nonchalantly and emma goes YOURE SO CHILL ABOUT IT?!

i'm not sure how well i would translate it, but he speaks pretty politely/formally! i kinda translate it as the type of speech "OH GOOD HEAVENS!" would come from as a result but you're welcome to interpret it as you'd like

[theygotlost]

im kinda curious how people tend to use the queue function... I usually use it to avoid spam rbing so if I feel like ive already rbed a lot of posts in the past few minutes ill just queue everything else i wanna rb. I have it set to post 6 times every 24 hours and theres usually 100-200 posts in there (268 currently). with random aesthetic stuff it doesnt really matter when i post it so i just add it to the end of the queue (and since its so long it will take over a month to post), but fandom posts feel more immediate to me and i want to post them sooner so to avoid spamming I'll schedule to post them at random times over the next few days or within a week or so. I know that in general nobody gives a shit about spamming and I can do whatever I want forever and its not that deep but i feel like i have to exercise some sort of restraint to Get A Good Grade In Blogging. am i insane for this? am i a freak or perhaps a weirdo?

[c0rpsedemon]

actually wait quimcourse is essential romeo deenstaynight lore i need every1 to know what happened or i'll die.

tl;dr all the way back in ~october 2020 this guy (he ended up being a sucky person as w like. half the people involved here) made an untagged tumblr post abt a bizarre + awful tma fanfic he found once which was 100% abt the author's self insert-ish oc having sex w every man in the podcast and uhm. in tma there was a character named mike crew whose whole deal was p much a trans allegory but like. possibly unintentionally. and there's an important plot point abt how he used to try and cover as much skin as possible bc of this massive scar he was trying to hide but after he began serving this evil god* (*oversimplification of the century) he began to embrace it and started wearing loose revealing clothing and it doesn't sound like that's that important but the way ppl describe him in-podcast is used to help understand the timeline and it's a bigger deal than it seems. and this guy. the one who made the post. his whole brand was centered around mike crew. so the part of the fic he made fun of was the fact that it had mike crew post-serving the evil god* wearing a turtleneck and leaving it on during sex. and also briefly mentioned another character who's like immortal* (*oversimplification) and from the regency period referring to the main character's pussy as a quim despite otherwise speaking entirely modern english.

and so in december of 2020. the author found the post and started harassing him, everyone who'd ever interacted w him more than once, and everyone who so much as alluded to the situation bc she's uncannily good at tracking down every post so much as vaguely mentioning her. the drama was stupid, one-sided and memeable and she was v pressed abt how her use of the word quim was justifiable and so every1 just sort of let this unfold for the night and then blocked her once it stopped being funny. the next day i made a joke abt mike crew's turtleneck to a blog called straighttma which was like. a tma parody* (*not quite) blog which speculated on what the podcast would be like if it were heterosexual. y'know. typical terminally online lgbt teenager shit. and added a little 'iykyk' to the end. a lot of ppl didn't know so i ended up giving a tl;dr in the notes.

fast forward to january when she found the post and started harassing me for misrepresenting her (made a joke in the REPLIES (NOT EVEN A RB. THE REPLIES) abt just how much cooking show rpf is on her ao3 profile. bc actually it was just inappropriately tagged master chef au rick sanchez/stan pines fic. bc that's such an improvement and so much different. and so everyone memed on her for a few hours and then realized how old i was (i was 15 but like. my bday's in november so it'd only been 2 months and the younger end of 15 is wayyy different than the older end of 15 so like. i was a Baby here) and got stuck on the fact that she (age 37) was being superr inappropriate towards me (bc again. this all started bc of a smut fic) and blocked her again bc it wasn't funny anymore. and then she blocked me before i could block her. presumably so she could still read my blog.

so then i made a joke abt her blocking me meaning that i could call her a motherfucker now (bc i'd been. wayyy too polite to her bc i was obsessed w everyone liking me at the time) and pinned it to my blog. then march rolled around and guess who took issue w being called a motherfucker and THREATENED SUICIDE OVER IT before dropping off the face of the earth for several days and siccing her fiance + sockpuppet account on everyone for 'possibly driving her to suicide' (100% done to frame herself as the victim here). she was fine and came back a few days later when every1 was ignoring her and i got so worried abt this woman over 2x my age who'd been stalking me for 2 months (she brought up things i'd posted which she had no business knowing esp considering i was blocked so she had to have been deliberately opening my blog) that i got physically ill bc of it.

then in like. may/june she decided to unblock me for a second time a couple days before i got a mysterious anon accusing me of cyberbullying. i dmed her a bit . she once again outted herself as stalking me . and i was. too nice once again. if only 15 year old me wasn't afraid of using the words 'raging cunt' and also made a post abt her being back then went offline. in the brief time i was offline it turns out she'd made another quimcourse-dedicated blog and started self-identifying as quimberlyann (a nickname we gave her derived from a word that means pussy btw. just a reminder.) and trying to reclaim the situation. she got lightly memed on bc by this point in time every1 was sick of her and then disappeared and has since deactivated. batshit crazy situation which i sometimes look back on fondly bc of the sheer wtf factor and also bc she was. so damn quotable. but then whenever i start to do so i remember the feeling of sobbing alone in my room bc i thought i might've killed a woman who had nothing but bad intentions regarding me and i'm more angry at her for deliberately pulling that stunt (bc that's exactly what it was. she had an active sockpuppet at the time. she was faking the whole way through and had planned it out in advance) for the sole purpose of hurting me than anything now. esp since i'm now old enough to recognize that's exactly what it was. and more than anything i'm mad that we parted on somewhat amicable terms when like. i hope she thinks of me as frequently as i think of her and i hope that just once the guilt from what she did to me makes her feel half as bad as she made me feel that night.