#i'll show you middle name mf

[fagnumopus]

I work with interpreting calls for Portuguese speakers and BOY OH BOY do a LOT of US-ians and Canadians struggle with this concept!

Having to constantly say "the patient has three words in the last name" because the nurse was waiting for just a single word and is now annoyed for some reason, or having to try out different versions of the last name because patients/customers were listed with only one of their last names in the system... people often have not just one, two, or even three words, I've seen people with 4 surnames, consisting of 6+ words!

A lot of US forms don't even allow for as many characters in the last name field as a lot of Latinos require for their full last names, a lot of people have to pick one or two surnames to write in a form and forego the others. This can cause issues with finding medical files, registering for subsidies, getting a bank card, etc. Many Brazilians just pick their last surname for most things because a lot of US-ians treat anything between the first name and the last surname as a "middle name" (a concept that we don't really have? At least in Brazil we say someone has a "composite name", nome composto, if they have "two first names", like Ana Júlia, Maria Antônia, etc)

Don't even get me started on the accentuation. I don't have any accents in my names, "luckily", but if I did I'd demand that it be added everywhere (Idaf, find out how to use your keyboard, Stephanie). The fact that many GOVERNMENT AND MEDICAL US/Canada online forms don't allow for accents is fucking outrageous. Mendonça and Mendonca are completely different words with completely different pronunciations!

Also, fair tip for non-Latinos: if a last name has da/do/de/de La, that is a particle, the surname is that particle and the following word.

This has been: an annoyed Brazilian

[twilit-tragedy]

Shoutout to the MDZS donghua for giving Wangxian their secluded home in the middle of nowhere, with a donkey and two bunnies. You dropped this, king 👑

[elaemae]

The premium version of human is here to wreck house, mfs.

[Twst x Obey Me!AFAB!reader]

CHP.3

CW: Same as before.

PREVIOUS CHAPTER: PROLOGUE 2

FUN FACT: You were just about to remove your unbelievable amount of jewelry and go to sleep when the dark carriage appeared in the middle of your room.

You didn't notice because you were busy tryna reach for your bangles but then you were suddenly yanked by the hair into the carriage where you quickly lost consciousness from the strong sleeping magic inside. That horse got no chill, wtf..

This is one of those times where you need to channel out your inner Belphegor.

Be loveably infuriatingly bratty and murderous at the same time.

Turns out, you were yanked by the hair and shoved into the carriage by that creepy looking horse because you were "chosen" by the dark mirror to attend their oh-so-prestigious college. (Move out the way Harry Potter, there's a new chosen one in town—)

So you decided to stress these fuckers into bringing you back to where their unhinged horse first took you.

You don't have to be a genius to know that if any of the brothers notice your disappearance, there can either be a war or a bloodbath. It's either one of those things or both of them.

So as you were freed and guided in front of the mirror by the bird-man who you've come to find out was the headmaster of this oh-so-grand college that you've never even heard of.. you side-eye the Mr. Boutta-sell-yo-kidneys guy that tried to take your bangles before you faced the mirror.

'...Hmm? Who's this?' You think, as you look at the person half-hiding behind the mirror.

They seemed to be quite nervous as they gave you a small wave, earning them a smile from you.

The headmaster seemed to be confused about them for a second but quickly remembered something as they called upon that person.

It seems that Yuu, quite a confusing name they've got also desires to be sent back to their home as they said they had responsibilities they must fulfill.

Nice.

Twinning with your problems fr.

It's like you two looked at each other and something just clicked.

Like, Omg we're both kidnapped by a school filled with hot men and forced to be their unpaid therapists, Slay gurly~ 💅🏼 sry it's your inner asmo talking.

You decide to let Yuu be the first to face the mirror so that they'll get home first.

Ah, aren't you so kind and patient?

You don't know anything about that mirror, so it's best that you let someone else have a go first to see if it's safe.

Sorry Yuu, we may have clicked but I don't know if I can trust any of you right now.

It's too risky.

If we ever meet again, I'll treat you to a meal in hell's kitchen as compensation.

Thank Belphie for my trust issues.

...

...Huh.. The place that Yuu belongs to "doesn't exist"?

What a strange response... This damn mirror better not give you the same words lest it wants to be melted out of existence via hellfire.

You can see the dudes behind y'all who turned out to be the housewardens of the dorms of this school start whispering to each other like some nosy aunties on a regular sunday morning.

You gave reassuring pats on Yuu's shoulder after they went back beside you, getting a shaky smile in return.

"I'm sure that it'll be okay.. Their dark carriage took you so it must have the capabilities to take you back, right?" You whispered to Yuu, trying to keep them from panicking as you notice their breaths starting to quicken.

"People in distress are prone to being exploited and manipulated by others. Breathe slowly and calm your mind." You lean closer to their ear, rubbing small circles on their back.

Panicking won't help anyone. You had to learn that from experience. Now you just want to make sure that Yuu doesn't have to.

You may be alright with using this new acquaintance of yours to verify the safety of the mirror, but you won't stand by and watch them expose their vulnerability to a group of people that haven't really made a show of good morals they might possess.

As the headmaster guy started going on a rant about how "tHiS hAvE nEvEr hApPenEd bEfoRe" you keep an eye on the five housewardens dudes, seeing as those guys were eyeing you and Yuu lmao💀 like they were looking at some weird... thing.

Except for the shady mf who's looking straight at you with his weird-ass smile.

Really giving you the impulse to sock him in the face again.

(Oh, and also that tablet that kept taking pictures of you thinking that they were slick when you can hear the click every time a pic was taken.)

The headmaster then guided you to the mirror, mumbling pleas for the reflective object to work properly.

"I... I seem to be unable to reach the place that you call home.."

The mirror spoke, troubled and seemingly confused.

Yuu peeks at your face, before paling and trying to get closer to comfort you the way that you did for them, only to full on try to tackle you when you bring out your staff to try and break the damned thing.

If you can't bring me home then maybe I can take your power and do it myself.

MEANWHILE...

"There are traces of what seems to be teleportation magic as well as a smidgen of sleeping magic mixed in, on center of MC's room."

Solomon stated, glancing at the people sitting around the big oval table inside Diavolo's castle.

If anyone else saw the attendance in this little meeting of theirs, they'd have a heart attack.

I mean, when will you ever see representatives of the celestial realm mingling with those of the devildom, the human world and the grim reaper in such a serious manner?

You'd think there's an intergalactic threat on the loose if you ever see their expressions..

But that's the thing.

You weren't there to see them.

That's the problem.

Someone or something took you away from them.

Those connected to you via pact can still feel your emotions and connections through your pact marks but nothing more.

At this rate, they worry that you're too far to reach because they couldn't get to you through their pacts. Where could you be?

The only reassurance they have that you're fine, is your candle in Thirteen's hands.

The last string of reason they have that is keeping them from drowning in their grief and anger.

The burning flame of your candle gave them comfort and fueled their determination to bring you back into their arms.

Don't worry MC, we'll bring you back.

No matter what it takes.

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I'm tryna sketch my MC, but it's taking a long-ass time.

Elae: Hope y'all enjoyed this chapter y'all😊

Don't forget to like, comment, and reblog guys, it really helps me out :3

See y'all next time~

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I tried to tag all of y'all but it won't work for some reason :c

[blenderenvy]

I think we can all agree Lucas has by far the most riz out of the party. Like this man could pull all the bitches. And every pairing that involves Lucas is just a absolutely iconic ship.

Lumax? Hell freaking yeah, gotta be one of the top mf ships of the decade! They are so absolutely precious!

El x Lucas? Give me more right now. The rival/enemy to friend to lovers autism girlfriend and ADHD boyfriend energy these two can have. I think that self acceptance is something the two of them need.

Elumax? Yes yes yes. My absolute favorite stranger things ship and definitely one of my top otps of all time. These bitches all deserve each other. Lucas and El find a shoulder in each other during max coma, help destroy vecna and save max, while falling inlove with each other in the process. The absolute bi4bi4bi energy that radiates from these beautiful people.

Wheelclair? Absolutely, are you telling me Michel 'boy lover' Wheeler didn't have an giant ass crush on Lucas in middle school? I think Mike was Lucas's first kiss.

Byclair? Yes! Only one of the og party continued to search for Will after meeting El, and not trying to piss of the bylers here, but it wasn't Michel Wheeler. This is an absolute soft cutesy boyfriends ship, the artist and the jock who are both nerds with a heart of gold.

Bywheelclair? yes definitely absolutely. Lucas deserves two boyfriends, this is a power throuple in the making, the chemistry and cutest nerdyness levels are off the charts

Dustin x Lucas? Qpr goals

Name a more rizzed up character? I'll wait

I just love this man with my whole chest and i need people to understand, because this fandom doesn't show enough love to my boy!

[heyybaejjk]

SAU, LA'U TAMA AULELEI !

Pairing: teen!miguel o'hara x fem samoan oc

Summary: Miguel loved being within his own space, but he still had three friends that were persistent.

warnings/notes: I haven't read the comics, so its OOC Miguel :( mb gng. not much of reader x miguel just yettt. profanity, awkward moment

series masterlist

Everyone at school loves Multicultural day: The day where students are able to showcase a few variations from their culture, whether it be food, a dance, or a song. The day Multicultural day was announced, students who chose to participate in performing had 3 weeks to come up with something to show on the day.

Miguel loved being within his own space, but he still had three friends that were persistent. Every day since the announcement, his friends in their shared group chat sent a daily reminder to Miguel, and Miguel only, knowing his anti-social ass wouldn't show up unless they annoyed him enough to do so.

(M.Ohara_99) mahi_sniffer has mentioned you in pussy eaterssssss

Miguel groans at his phone in his hand, as he pushes the trolley in front of him even faster, speeding up so his mother that was beside wouldn't see his lit up notification. Swiftly typing with one hand.

mahi_sniffer: @M.Ohara_99 usi, you coming tmr?

M.Ohara_99: David, what the hell have I told you about our group chat name? My mum can see everything you type.

M.Ohara_99: I know what usi means. I've hung out around you idiots to know enough.

mahi_sniffer: mann 😞 it was fun when you were a plastic samoan mig

M.Ohara_99: I'm not Samoan

aluaigioukae: usi is a Tongan word stupid ass

mahi_sniffer: ohh u right

aluaigioukae: HOW DO YK NOT KNOW LOL UR TONGAN URSELF

mahi_sniffer: mb, thats what happens when im around your samoan speaking ass missus too much HAHAHA

aluaigioukae: stfu

mahi_sniffer: ilyt

mahi_sniffer: ANYWAY.

mahi_sniffer: miguel bruh, come tmr pls

M.Ohara_99: no

mahi_sniffer: pls

M.Ohara_99: no

mahi_sniffer: i'll buy you food

M.Ohara_99: no

mahi_sniffer: YOU DIDNT LET ME FINISH MF.

mahi_sniffer: as i was saying 🌝

mahi_sniffer: I'll buy you food for a week, even at our expensive and very overpriced canteen because you're my bestest friend in the world and because kiuga is a dog😞😞😞😞😞😞💔💔💔

aluaigioukae: WHAT DID I DO

M.Ohara_99: okay. see you tomorrow.

mahi_sniffer: IT WOKRED.

aluaigioukae: worked***

mahi_sniffer: fuck uppp, bet ur freshie ass missus can't spell that either

bololicker: can you both stfu

bololicker: @M.Ohara_99 I got you something to wear for tomorrow

M.Ohara_99: Nevermind, I'm not coming.

mahi_sniffer: YOU JUST SAID YES LIKE A WHOLE MINUTE AGO WHAT

Miguel chuckles to himself while smiling at his phone, abruptly coming to a stop when he feels the trolley crash into something. He looks up with widened eyes, seeing a bunch of packets and vegetables on the floor along with a basket.

"U-uh, fuck. I am so, so sorry," He apologizes instantly, shoving his phone into the middle pocket of his jumper loosely, making his way in front of the figure before getting on to his knees and picking everything up, paying no mind to who it was. Mentally cursing at himself as his knees click loudly, wanting to drown himself as he hears a soft giggle. He was grateful that whoever it was couldn't see his face, because his embarrassment grew even more and his face morphed into a little: 0-0. He grabbed everything and placed them neatly back into the basket before getting up and handing them to the person. Only to be face to face with her.

Fuck.

Manaia Fepuleai. The very girl that may have, or may have not piqued Miguel's interest since the very start of senior year. As well as year 11, 10, 9, 8, and 7...

Miguel found himself standing still in his spot like a complete idiot. This very moment was something he planned out as one of those scenarios he thinks of before going sleep. Always thinking of a plan if he ever sees her in public, that being: flirt.

"Hey, it's okay," Manaia smiled with kindness, sending a sense of relief down his body, though, he still couldn't help that little ink of a feeling of wanting to jump off a cliff.

"You okay? Hope my big basket didn't hurt you," she joked simply, covering her mouth with the back of her palm, the other hand holding the basket. Miguel looked back at Manaia dumbfounded. Looking back at the trolley he was previously pushing and the very obviously, smaller basket in her hand.

"Wh- huh?" He looked back awkwardly while she stood there with an uncomfortable silence, as well as an expecting look on her face. He stared at her for a few seconds with a straight face, braincells finally connecting and forming her words together.

"Oh- Ohhh!" "It was a joke."

The both of them spoke at the same time. She's the first one to speak, beating him and his cut-off apology.

This was going to be one of those embarrassing thoughts that makes him unable to sleep at night, indefinitely.

"You're so funny, Miguel," Manaia laughed once again, leaving Miguel unsure whether she was laughing at him thinking he was joking as well, but it didn't matter anymore. The somewhat awkward tension was gone, he thinks.

"So! Tomorrow.. Multicultural day, yaaaayyyyy.." Miguel slowly stretches the words while making jazz hands, smiling widely as she tried her best to contain her laughter.

Oh my fucking gosh, what the fuck am I doing, Miguel thought to himself.

"You're coming this year? Normally you'd skip out. I remember the other years when you wouldn't come."

"I- uh- well, I guess since it's our last year, I see no harm in going, I guess... Never knew you were so observant of me not coming."

Manaia feels her cheeks flush, smiling heavily as she pushes his shoulder playfully. Both smile shyly at each other.

"Shut up! I've got to get going, but I'd be happy to finally see you tomorrow. Me and the rest of the girls are going to be performing tomorrow."

"I'll come!" Miguel responded a bit too quick for his liking. Taking one step back, realising his excitement and awkwardness made them both stand so close. "Sorry. I mean, I'll come tomorrow for sure. If my friends manage to annoy me enough to come." He gives her a sincere smile.

She tilts her head playfully, a sly smile painted on her face, "I thought I'd be reason enough."

Miguel grew quiet, too flustered to hide his bashful smile. "We'll see tomorrow then."

M.Ohara_99 has sent a message to pussy eatersssss

M.Ohara_99: Disregard what I said, I am coming tomorrow.

bololicker: "disregard 🥸☝️"

aluaigioukae: AINGG SAY MUMS SOUL YOU'RE COMINGG

mahi_sniffer: whose ass do i need to eat to give my thanks , my daddy is coming after a whole hundred years 😖😖

M.Ohara_99: No one's. I'll see you all tomorrow.

mahi_sniffer: you reckon it was his missus??? you kno whoooo LOLOLO👀

aluaigioukae: did ms fepuleai finally talk to you into coming to see herrrrrrr

M.Ohara_99 has left the pussy eatersssss

bololicker: LMAO IT WAS, IT FUCKING WAS SEE

aluaigioukae has added M.Ohara_99 into pussy eaterssss

mahi_sniffer: we shall thank your future missus for the wonderful magic she placed on you

bololicker: amen, amen, amen

aluaigioukae: MANAIA 🔛🔝 ‼️ ‼️ ‼️

M.Ohara_99: Of me.

bololicker: OUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

mahi_sniffer: HE UNSENT IT LMAOOO

aluaigioukae: I ALREADY SCREENSHOTTED IT GUYS, DW DW DW

M.Ohara_99: Kefe

next chapter

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[splathousefiction]

I have been in the creative field since I was 18. While I am most popularly known for my work here at Splathouse, "Jack The Warlock" isn't the only face I've worn in the 16 years I've been making things in a professional space.

In no particular order, a (in)complete list of projects I either created myself or have been a part of is below the jump. Details at this time will be kept vague. You are welcome to make your guesses and DM/Comment down below. If you get it right, I'll tell you.

An actual hard-copy account with my complete involvement along with website addresses, email accounts and passwords is currently within my safe in my own hand writing. It's to be scanned and made public upon my death, serving as (if nothing else) a testament to "try everything".

I started an absurdist magician sect. I was originally inspired by chaos magic theory, but sought to refine their ideals. As such, it takes the element of the concept of belief itself as a malleable thing that can shape the world without ever being spoken or made physical via ritual work. "If you think it, it can happen"-be that in the ego or the id. The sect is still operating internationally today and has over 100 members. We're small, but we're there. None of the members have ever met me or have any idea who I am.

I've published two short-horror collections as a female author in her forties. They were released for free and are pretty openly available almost everywhere you can pirate books. The books are incredibly popular with queers, with booktok most notably covering them pretty hotly for a month. None of my readers have absolutely any idea I am behind both collections and still send emails (without hope of ever getting a response) today. Many assume I'm dead.

I released an experimental dark fantasy hip-hop EP that was inspired by this album by Earl Sweatshirt and MF DOOM. It's a five track album that totals in at 21 minutes. Much like the horror anthology collection above, each track can be enjoyed by itself, but when played in sequential order tells a Berserk-like story. The album took six months of my life and features encoded secret messages in the audio, with the "lore" being that it's a form of sigil magic. To date, it is the most popular audio project I have ever recorded and vastly surpasses anything I have ever made for Splathouse. Absolutely no one knows that the vocals, the producer and the song writer are one guy, nor do they know it's me. They've been waiting for a follow up EP for years. I will never release another one.

I have been a writer and creative director for several ARGs. One of which was a darling of the early days of Youtube Explainer videos. The project "concluded" because I was intensely disgusted by the growing cottage industry of "curators" destroying the mystery of such things. As they still do this and have careers directly profiting off the creative works of others, I see no need to join such a project ever again. Absolutely no one involved in the projects had any idea who I am, and the projects I started myself have never once been connected back to me.

I've co-wrote several webcomics. One or two of which gained middling popularity. No one working on these projects has absolutely any idea as to who I am or my larger sphere of work. I left the field because of audience treatment of webcomic creators.

I've had original artwork I created featured in multiple gallery showings that highlighted "abstract" and "outsider" art, back when I still enjoyed doing artwork. Anything you find by me on deviant art in the "Splathouse" era was me attempting to wrap my head around digital art; my neuro divergency prefers physical mediums. Every single one of these submissions was under a different name chosen at random.

I've acted in precisely two indy movies under a popular name used by directors who don't want their names attached to projects. Film buffs know the one. I was the lead character in one and the side character in another. The films are connected, but aren't sequels, a series, nor is there a prequel involved. The films were highly experimental and shot in the "guerilla"/"Gonzo" tradition. They went through the indy circuit and won [insert number of awards here]. I wasn't compensated nor were the films profitable. We didn't care and I haven't spoken with anyone from the cast since, who simply asked for a name and nothing more. Some of them are still in the industry. One of them is a reasonably successful B-movie director now.

I've created several text adventure games. Most people are familiar with the Splathouse ones, which released in the early 2010s. What they aren't familiar with are the ones I released on itchio under an different name with a disposable email address. The games were reasonably popular with that niche sector of the gaming community, and still get regularly recommended.

There's more I could add to this, but I feel I'm done for now. It's late, I've work in the morning.

If you've made it this far in the list and you're still curious-no, you aren't going to get me to tell you any details about any of these projects. Even my best friends couldn't get that out of me. If you're curious as to why I did literally any of this, the reason is two fold:

Because I could.

why not?

[neonstatic]

my given name and i have an interesting relationship. well, first off, i don't like. i dislike it, even. there's no doubt abt that. i've disliked it long before i understood i was nonbinary. it's just not a good name to me. i don't like the way it feels and tastes in my mouth. i don't like how it sounds out of people's mouths. no one has ever managed to say it in a way that makes it sound appealing. it's not a name you can sigh dreamily nor moan erotically. i mean, you can try, but however good you might sound, I'll be too distracted by the name itself. (i think i've learned to speak so delicately bc i've subconsciously wanted to sell my name as best as possible. yes, that is my name, it does kinda suck, but don't i say it so nicely?)

compare this to my sisters' names. they have sweet, feminine names that end in the letter a, and if you put all their names next to each other, you notice a certain motif. they just fit like a bouquet.

i feel like you can tell from my name alone that i'm the last child; they were running out of fkg ideas to follow the motif, so much so that they entirely dropped it! they couldn't even make my name end in an a!

i've never liked my name, always felt a little ashamed when meeting ppl bc i knew i'd have to introduce myself and see the split-second look in their eyes when they process and register (with difficulty) my painfully geriatric yet forgettable name. and it sounds so, so much worse in english.

egg or chicken? i think my name might've made me trans -- no, pls, let me elaborate: my name sounds like a typical old name, but spelled differently and thus pronounced differently, with none of the elegance and not even an a at the end. "oh, ray, why are you so obsessed w the a at the end?" bc i grew up surrounded by girls with pretty names that ends in a! and i was a little "girl" w an unpretty name that did not end in a! i legit had a complex abt that jabfjab everyone is aisha and christina and sarah and mona and then you got this mf whose name reminds you of a four-eyed mole in a tutu.

(in middle school, we had to write a story, and i named my protagonist, a 12yo girl, wayne. "that's not a girl's name," my teacher told me. "yes, it is." i said. and that was that.)

(i named that little girl after my favourite rapper at the time... y'all figure it out ✌🏾)

i've wanted to change my name long before i understood my gender. i had the spare thought that one day, maybe, i'd grow into it. i didn't like having and showing tits until literally two years ago. i think the chest tat helped. (frankly, most days i still don't. moving boobily is humiliating esp when you're a fast walker.) i've yet to grow into my given name. don't think i ever will. i rly dislike it. i'm no longer used to it either. i've changed my name at work and made so many new friends who know me as ray, and even my closest friends call me ray most of the time (or juno if they feel a lil frisky). and now i feel good introducing myself.

not only that, but i also experience ppl having fun w my name! nothing big, rly, but i do not have enough fingers to count the amount of ppl who make analogies abt the sun, the stars, or light in general. it's mostly silliness, i know, but i can't help feeling like others see that my name makes sense for me too. ray is a name that fits me. and i love it! yes, everyone does the "ray of sunshine" thing but it never gets old! never, do you hear me?! it's the best thing in the world to me!!!

(still, there are two things i like abt my given name... first, it's a callback to my parents' names. my dad also has a very interesting name but i'd rather have his than mine. another name better exprienced in french. second, my mom and i share a nickname. i found out when i was a teen and a relative called out my family nickname (or, well, one of two), only for my mom to respond. i love love love nicknames, bc that is what made me discover my chosen name. and i love that my mom and i share a nickname. it feels sentimental to me. idk how to explain it. i esp love when we use it for each other in casual. it's fun and lovely.)

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

Morning Routine Pt.2 (Jung Wooyoung) Rated

Part One

Pairing: Videographer! Wooyoung × Camgirl! Reader (Female)

Genre: Smut, Fluff.

Summary: Loving his new job as the videographer for a camgirl, Wooyoung has no idea about the new project she has in mind for her channel.

Word Count: 4.3+K

Warnings: Non-established relationship, p*rn filming, use of sex toys, exhibitionism, voyeurism, masturbation, fingering, handjob, p*rn viewing, unprotected shower sex (always use protection), slight degradation, multiple orgasm (female) these horny mfs can't keep their hands off each other, Y/N has a thing for Wooyoung's arms (who doesn't?)

Taglist: @seacottons @little-precious-baby @yunhofingers @galaxteez @multidreams-and-desires @brie02 @deja-vux @couchpotatoaniki @daniblogs164 @a-soft-hornytiny @yunsangoveryonder @minhyukmyluv @nanamarkie @mingismoon @ateezbabysitters

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Wooyoung threw his head back, eyes shut as his mouth uttered out some rather loud and harsh grunts. Tiny sweat beads formed along his hairline, his forehead creasing slightly as he fully immersed himself on stroking his hard length. His head was filled with images of the previous night with his new housemate, images of her dressed in the most alluring black playboy bunny outfit bodysuit, completed with ears, collar, cuffs and everything else. It was like a dream come true, watching her look extremely pretty as she played around with her pussy in front of him as he filmed her. To continue the bunny theme, she had taken out her pink rabbit vibrator, making sure to tease him, and her viewers later, by licking the longer part of the device, covering it in her spit before inserting it inside her tight little hole. Wooyoung would never get the picture out of his head as he witnessed her overstimulating herself over and over until she had tears brimming down her cheeks.

"Oh fuck! Fuck! I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna-" She gasped violently as tiny spurts of her orgasm squirted out, staining the carpet underneath her. Wooyoung didn't even know that she was capable of squirting like that, but it was the most erotic thing he had ever seen before his eyes.

"Holy shit."

Just remembering that image had him holding himself up on the vanity counter with his free hand, the other furiously pumping his shaft with intensity as his white semen started to pour out of him and spill onto the floor. He panted heavily as he came down from his high, chest heaving up before lowering back down. Wiping the sweat off his forehead, he grabbed a couple of tissues and proceeded to clean up the mess he had made, discarding the waste into the basket underneath the vanity. Pulling his pants back up and throwing on his black sweater, he looked at his reflection in the mirror one last time, only needing to fix the part on his growing black hair. Satisfied with how he looked, he came out of the bathroom and picked up his bag that he had laid out on his bed, books and materials ready for the day.

Stepping out of his room, he had to do a step back when a certain feline scared him by her mere presence outside his door, meowing loudly at him, almost like a whine.

"Oh god, don't scare me like that Baby." Smiling he stooped down to try and pet her head, but in her usual fashion, she hissed at him before scurrying off. Wooyoung let out a sigh and shook his head.

"One week after moving here and she still treats me so coldly." He didn't understand what was up with that cat, seemingly warming up to him only to revert back to her aggresive behavior.

As soon as he stepped into the kitchen, his face broke out into a smile as the object of his deepest fantasies and affection was currently standing in front of the sink again, finishing up her task of drying the dishes she had just meticulously washed, wearing nothing but one of his oversized shirts and cotton underwear. Coming up behind her, his hands cupped at her waist as his lips pressed themselves against her cheek.

"Took you a while to come out." She chuckled softly, knowing exactly what he had been doing in the bathroom.

"Morning to you too beautiful." He greeted her, lips pulling away only to dive into the side of her neck.

"Woo, you're going to be late for school." She reminded him yet made no effort to push him off her, enjoying the way his hands caressed her hips too much.

"No I'm not, I still got plenty of time."

Turning her around, he wasted no time in connecting their lips together, parting and closing them over hers in a fervent and needy way. Y/N couldn't suppress a moan when one of his hands dropped in between her thighs and caressed its way up. His palm started to rub her clothed heat, paying close attention to the wet spot starting to form at the bottom of them. Y/N gasped into Wooyoung's mouth when he suddenly slipped his hand inside her panties, fingers immediately working on her clit.

"Wooyoung please.." She whimpered, hands clutching onto his arms. Even through the fabric of his thick sweater, she could still feel the muscles of his strong biceps and that turned her on even more. Her hands grazed across his arms, and Wooyoung chuckled lowly as he knew what she was doing.

"Love my arms babygirl? Yes you do, especially when they're manhandling you down on the bed."

It was a good thing his arms were holding her up because she nearly fell to the floor as her mind recalled all the times she had been pinned down to her bed or to wall by Wooyoung's biceps. It was a borderline fetish now and she was not ashamed of it. Y/N began whining as Wooyoung's fingers continued playing with her little nub.

"Woo..." Her breath hitched, a sign she was about to cum, body growing hotter by the second.....

Until a disgruntled cat broke the two apart, pouncing on Wooyoung from behind as her claws dug into his thighs as they usually tended to do.

"Oh my god Baby would you kindly fuck off?!" Wooyoung exclaimed as he backed away from his lover in pain as he tried to get the Persian cat off his body.

Y/N immediately went over and grabbed her, her master's touch making her calm down and retract her claws enough to pry her off Wooyoung. The poor boy was rubbing on the attacked spot, face grimacing at the dull pain. Looking back, he narrowed his eyes at the cat, who likewise had her pupils turning into slits when she noticed him glaring.

"God dammit, can't even play with my favorite pussy because that demon pussycat wants to be a cockblocker."

As if understanding him, the cat hissed at him once more, body trying to jump out of Y/N's arms and no doubt lunge at the man in front of her.

"Ok ok that's enough. I think you need some catnip to help calm you down." Y/N kissed the top of her pet's head, trying hard to appease her.

"And you should probably start heading to school. Don't waste anymore time."

Wooyoung grabbed his bag again and slumped it over his shoulder.

"Fine, only cause you ask me to."

He came up to try and kiss her goodbye, but when the feline got agitated once more, he decided against it.

"Ok I'll see you later." Wooyoung waved at her.

"Don't forget, we're filming something else later tonight as well." Y/N smirked, petting the top of her cat's head in a comically fashion.

"Oh please, do tell me what my favorite porn star is planning." His teeth tugged at his bottom lip as he stared her up and down.

Holding a finger up to her lips, Y/N giggled.

"It's a surprise and you get to find out when you come back."

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With eyes glued to the screen, Wooyoung continued to edit the video in front of him. He had been so immersed in his other endeavors with Y/N that he had nearly abandoned his other pending projects he needed to turn in. Luckily for him, it was rather easy since they weren't that difficult. The hard part was trying to ignore his classmates that were sitting and hovering around the computer next to him, giggling and snorting amongst themselves.

"Honestly, where's that mean, grouchy librarian when you need her to shut some idiots up?" Wooyoung thought to himself, twirling the pencil that was currently held between his index and middle finger.

Judging by the tiny crowd next to him and the weird moans faintly coming out of the speaker, he knew for sure that they were definitely not watching something family friendly.

"Typical." He mused to himself, humming out a little tune in hopes of drowning out their incessant and lewd chatter.

"Ok but guys, I need to introduce you all to this really hot camgirl I recently found. You won't believe it." One of the older guys named Seonghwa lightly pushed his way in the middle, fingers delicately typing away at the keys in front of him. Scrolling down for a while, he found what he was looking for and promptly clicked on it.

"This was her most recent one. Literally uploaded last night."

Although the volume was turned significantly low so that nobody suspected anything, Wooyoung's ears perked up as they distinguished an extremely familiar voice whispering obscene and dirty phrases towards her audience, ones that had been repeated over and over in his head for a while. Slightly pushing his chair away from the table, Wooyoung leaned back and tilted his head as unsuspecting as he possibly could to look over and get a glimpse of what his classmates were looking at. Just as he suspected, on the screen was none other than his beloved roommate in the attire she had worn the previous night. His face blushed slightly and he quickly looked away, afraid of getting caught looking over at their direction.

"Damn she's smoking hot." A classmate his age, Mingi spoke up.

"You know I'm more of a cat person, but fuck. I'd let that bunny hop herself on my lap and rut her sweet little ass on my cock."

Wooyoung's thumb pressed hard against the pencil he was holding, a tiny vein popping out of his neck that showed his displeasure at hearing such things being said about his fuck buddy.

"Keep dreaming Choi San." Wooyoung muttered under his breath in a passive aggressive tone.

"Ok but seriously, who's the bastard that gets to film her videos?" Mingi asked, a hand coming up to push up the glasses that were falling low on his nose bridge.

"Whoever he is, he's seriously one lucky guy." Seonghwa stated with a gloomy look.

"Yeah. Probably gets to jerk himself right in front of her as he's filming no doubt." San huffed, voice clearly laced with envy.

Wooyoung tried but failed in keeping a straight face, a smug grin appearing on his lips as he continued his task at hand.

"No but I get her to help me out after each session." He seriously wanted to say that out loud, but he contented himself with that knowledge that was a secret between him, Y/N and her cute yet menacing cat.

"Fuck it, I'm subscribing to her channel. Do you know when her next video will be up?" San whipped out his phone, tapping away at the keyboard as he looked up Y/N's camgirl profile on the website.

"I don't know but she's been a lot more active recently, posting a lot more content than before." Seonghwa answered.

"Great, cause I can't wait for her next project."

Wooyoung laughed inside himself when he heard San say that

"Trust me, neither can I...."

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With the camera held in his hands and the all too familiar throbbing inside his pants, Wooyoung kept his gaze locked on Y/N as she was spread across her bed. If he thought she looked stunning the night before, it was nothing compared to what she had on at the moment. Her body was exceptional beautiful in the glittering body chain lingerie consisting of a silver rhinestone bra that had a connecting waist belt with metallic tassels dangling from the ends. To top it all off, not only was her makeup more extravagant than the ordinary, but she had even gone as far as applying sparkling highlighter on some parts of her body like her shoulders, collarbone and the top of her breasts. She truly looked like an ethereal queen, one that many people would love to get a glimpse of up close and personal.

Y/N was a mess of stuttering gasps and whiny moans as she continued bouncing herself on the 8" dildo in between her thighs. She often open her eyes and look at the camera with a hazy look while adding a few comments that were bound to rile her viewers even further.

"I'm so close. I'm gonna cum...." She exhaled deeply, teeth biting harshly down at her lip.

"Are you gonna cum with me?"

Wooyoung felt like he very well could cum untouched just by the sheer sight of her. The dildo was lodged so deep inside of her, one could see it bulge out of her lower abdomen. She herself knew it as well as her hand brushed along the outline of it.

"Your cock feels so good inside me, I don't think I can hold off any longer."

With hands firmly pressed on the mattress to hold her up, she fucked herself so roughly down onto the sex toy, her cries becoming more loud and staggered.

"Oh fuck! Cum with me! Please cum inside this pussy of mine." She pleaded.

She collapsed on the bed after reaching an intense high, her mouth agape as she took in deep breaths to calm her heated body. Reaching down, she pulled out the dildo, a thin clear line of arousal coming out as well. Holding it up, she waved it in front of the camera, knowing fully well Wooyoung had zoomed in close to her face.

"Until next time my darlings." She giggled and gave an expert wink at the lenses in front of her.

"And cut."

As soon as he said those words, Y/N sat up and took hold of Wooyoung's arm rather sharply, pulling him so he could follow her into her bathroom.

"Whoah, still got energy left after that show princess?" He snorted when she closed the door behind them.

Huffing softly, she took the camera out of his hands and carefully placed it on the vanity counter.

"I'm sticky, sweaty and in need of a shower." Within giving any other explanation, she began unzipping Wooyoung's pants and sliding then down his legs.

"And I'm here because....?" Although he knew very well why she dragged him with her, he still loved feigning like he didn't know what she was up to.

"Because showers are a lot more fun when you have company." Looking up at him, she smiled and tapped on the bottom of his shirt, a signal for him to remove it, which he of course did.

After a pile of clothes was accumulated neatly and tossed in a corner, the two individuals stepped inside the glass surrounded shower. Turning it on to a cool temperature, both of them emitted soft sighs at the feeling of the refreshing water pouring down their bodies. Taking hold of her pink and soft sponge, Wooyoung took it upon himself to clean her body of the sparkling residue left from the makeup. Making sure to create as much lather as possible, he began to gently swipe the sponge across her body with slow and gentle movements, being careful with her skin lest he accidentally scrubbed too hard. Y/N would never admit it out loud, but she loved having intimate moments like this with him. Taking showers together just because, without needing anything to happen between them. Cooking together, which she ended up finding out Wooyoung was an above average cook, which added to his fatal charms that had her melting for him. Or just cuddling together on the couch as a movie played, more often than not ending with one of them on the floor after they decided to start play wrestling amongst themselves, both of them in fits of giggles afterwards.

After making sure to cover her body with the floral scented soap, Wooyoung stepped back and moved her so the majority of the shower head was aimed at her, rinsing off the foam around her body. Watching it trail off her figure and down the drain, he let out a satisfied smile at his work.

"All better?"

Instead of answering, Y/N came up to him and rested her head on his chest, eyes closing as her hands took hold of his arms to wrap them around her. Getting the hint, Wooyoung held her body against his, fingers lightly running themselves down her back in soothing strokes. Reaching up, her hands came up to rest against the muscles on his upper arms, fingers tapping against his skin every now and then. Wooyoung couldn't help but laugh softly when he felt her grip tighten around them.

"What exactly is it about my arms that makes you horny over them?" He questioned her.

Frowning slightly, Y/N pulled away to look at him.

"I do not get horny over your arms, excuse me." She defended herself against what she considered to be slanderous talk.

Quirking an eyebrow up, Wooyoung let out a scoff.

"Oh really? Then tell me everytime I wear a sleeveless shirt, you're practically drooling and keep your eyes off them?"

It was a good thing there was water splashing all over them or else Y/N wouldn't have been able to camouflage the subtle blush that appeared on her cheeks.

"I do not." She interjected.

Shaking his head in a teasing fashion, Wooyoung leaned in and pecked her lips.

"Beg your pardon miss, but I've seen the way you eye them, especially during my workouts."

Making sure to flex his muscles, Wooyoung gripped her tighter against his body, pressing her unbelievably close as his arms encapsulated most of her body, leaving her slightly out of breath from the tight squeeze he gave her.

"Is it cause you like having me smother you in an embrace with them?"

Wanting to play around with her even more, he suddenly pressed her back against the tile wall, arms coming down to place themselves at the back of her thighs.

"Or cause you like it when I man handle you like this?"

Y/N groaned when she felt Wooyoung's mouth start pressing kisses along her jaw and neck, tilting it back so he could have more space to work with. He chuckled when he felt her breath hitch.

"You're so easy to rile up beautiful." He pointed out in a cocky manner.

Not wanting to let him get away with his behavior, Y/N slid a hand down his chest before taking hold of his dick, making it spring back to life and get hard once more after forgetting how aroused it was when the cold water splashed onto it. She made sure to pump it vigorously, causing Wooyoung to pull back and moan loudly at her ministrations.

"I could say the same about you handsome. Just one brush of my hand against your thighs and your little friend comes up to greet me."

Closing her lips over his, any sound about to escape was muffled by her tongue which slid its way inside his mouth, massaging itself against his own wet muscle. As one hand continued stroking along his shaft, her other hand came down to cup underneath and fondle his balls. That action further fed his aching need to bury himself inside her wetness.

"Getting a little hot my love? Bothered? I can feel your cock throbbing in my hand." Knowing exactly what she was doing, she squeezed his balls rather hard as her thumb circled around his tip. That and the fact she bit down at Wooyoung's bottom lip was enough to make him lose control of his senses. He could no longer hold back after hours of having her tease him.

Prying her hands off him, he placed one hand on the back of her thigh and wrapped her leg up around his waist, allowing him to slide his length rather easily past her folds to rest inside her heat. Pressing her back against the wall once more, Wooyoung dropped his other hand down to her other thigh.

"Hold onto my arms." He whispered against her ear, a command she didn't need to be told twice as her hands placed themselves on his biceps. Hoisting her other leg around his waist, Wooyoung didn't wait any longer and immediately began slamming his hips into her. Having been sexually frustrated since their interruption that morning, both of them basked in the enjoyment of having their lower bodies connect again.

"Oh fuck- you're still tight even after fucking yourself wide open with that dildo?"

Y/N's hands clung tighter to his arms, nails nearly digging into his skin. Her wails were only half heard due to the pounding of Wooyoung's cock that had her back hitting against the wall behind her, cutting off her sounds midway. The way he gripped at her thighs was so strong that she had no doubt about having purple bruises on those spots for days to come, but she didn't care. Her mind was too focused on the overwhelming feeling of his cock inside her, cries of pleasure echoing through the room.

"You like me fucking you like this baby? Cock deep inside this little pussy of yours?" He taunted her as his timed thrusts continued to impale her tight core, slick and warm walls tightening around his hard shaft.

"Yes! Fuck me just like you are doing!" She exclaimed, eyes looking down to watch as his cock drove out of her only to ram itself back in. At this point she was becoming light headed, feeling intoxicated by the tension building in her body, ready to snap at any moment.

"Fuck! You're gonna make me cum!" She whimpered as she clawed into his arm muscles, making Wooyoung hiss.

"Then fucking cum like the slut you are." He growled against her ear.

With a piercing shriek, her walls tightened unbearably against his length, pulsating as she came hard all over him. Even during the peak of her climax, Wooyoung maintained his pace and harsh pounding, not giving her an ounce of pity to diminish the euphoric sensation overtaking her. Pulling out of her and safely bringing her back down, Wooyoung tilted her chin up so she could look into his lust filled face.

"If you think we're done, you're wrong baby. I'm not quite done with you yet."

Swinging her body to the left, Wooyoung pressed her body up against the clear glass window that covered the shower. Taking hold of her hips, Wooyoung's cock lodged itself inside her warm walls once more, the sound of smacking skin bouncing against the walls. Y/N placed her palms against the clear glass to keep her steady as his hungry cock fucked her in a furious rhythm. She could barely keep her eyes open as she was overly sensitive from not only her previous orgasm but from having played with herself rather intensely during their filming session.

"Fuck- your cock feels amazing." She moaned out in a low and airy tone.

"Yeah? Is it better than all those toys you fuck yourself with?" Wooyoung cooed against her ear.

"God yes! Way better. Wooyoung you fuck me so good." She responded, her wailing becoming higher in pitch as another build up began to rise up in her.

"So good that you'll cum for me a second time? Will you?" Y/N knew that wasn't a request, it was an order, an order that her body couldn't resist fulfilling, especially when the angle his hips hit against her ass had the head of his cock brushing against her g-spot continuously.

"Cum on me one more time beautiful. Let me feel you again."

Falling under the spell of his command, Y/N let out sputters of his name as her legs trembled under her, threatening to give out on holding her up had Wooyoung not had his hands keeping her upright as he kept pushing his cock into her from behind. It wasn't long before he himself felt himself being tipped over the edge.

"Shit! Oh shit!"

With a few more pops of his hips, he was done, spurt after spurt of cum filling her pussy up until it started running down her legs, getting swallowed up and washed away along with the rest of the water pouring out from above them. They both stayed still for a couple seconds, each one trying to catch their breath and steady their heartbeats. Resting his forehead atop of her shoulder, Wooyoung's raspy breaths were the only things she could hear.

"Fuck Y/N....." She let out an involuntary smile when he whispered that, his labored breathing telling her he enjoyed that quite a lot.

Withdrawing himself from between her legs, Wooyoung's dick softening after finally being able to find release in Y/N's body. Making sure to do a final rinse to clean up any leftover cum, Wooyoung turned off the water and carefully guided Y/N out the shower, knowing fully well her thighs were burning after all that.

"Easy there beautiful, don't worry I got you." He smiled ever so sweetly at her as he picked up a towel and draped it over her shoulders. Y/N let out a groan as she reclined back against the counter, exhausted from their intense love session.

"Wooyoung, could you please get me my pajamas and help me dress?" Her bottom lip poked out, voice slightly frigging after having her vocal chords nearly ripped out from all the screaming his cock had her doing.

"Of course beautiful. I'll be right back."

Booping his nose against hers, Wooyoung tied a towel around his waist before scurrying out of the bathroom in search of something comfortable for Y/N to wear. Through pained hisses, Y/N managed to turn her body so she was facing the mirror in front of her. Bending down, her face gave out a tired smile towards the camera that she had placed strategically on the counter beforehand, the tiny red light indicating it had been recording everything that happened in the shower, unbeknownst to her partner who was still in her drawers looking for her clothes. Reaching over, she stopped the film and made sure to save the file, a sly smirk on her face as her mind was already coming up with the title of her next project.

"Fucking my camera boy in the shower without him knowing...."

[bebo-schmebo]

Spoilers for Centaurworld and some of Encanto- Why this idea hit me, I have no idea but I'm rolling with it.

Edit- (I am most definitely gonna write a fic for this at some point holy shit- idk what 3 am me was doing but they're a fokn genius)

Deadass I just woke from a deep sleep with this idea and it will not let me go back to bed until I get it out-

(Long post sorry cjdnd)

(Some parts of this are inspired by @silvercdeer 's Evil!Bruno AU, highly recommend checking it out they're amazing-)

I'm gonna update this thing when I can actually think lmao

Think I'll be calling this the Nowhere AU

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Okay so, I have not seen Centaurworld so I haven't the faintest idea how this whole deal works, but there's this one... being that as far as I know, no one is supposed to speak about (sound familiar?) called The Nowhere King. The Nowhere King is a creepy mf made of black sludge and an elk skull, if memory serves me right and they're incredibly murderous. Homie is just a being of pure hate and pain.

Now, said king has a short song that is sung in the show that's basically a creepy lullaby, check out these lyrics- (Here's a link to the song for anyone who wants to listen to it)

"Hush now, hide, all you little ones

Rush now, into the middle of nowhere

Singing and laughter will die

Dreamless sleep, follows the Nowhere King

When his kingdom comes, darkness is nigh

Quiet, crawl to the in-between

Silent, secretive feeling

Of fearsome hatred that reaches the skies

You will bring joy to the Nowhere King

When he sees the light leaving your eyes"

The Nowhere King's origins are a bit sad honestly. Small summary- they used to be an elk centaur that fell in love with a woman, wanted to be with her but was absolutely certain she could not be with them till they were human as well. Used a sacred device to split their human and 'horse' halves- making them human, but also leaving behind a talking elk. This elk eventually tries to convince the human half to re-fuse, stating that if she truly loved them she would love both of their halves, but the human half refused and tried to kill the elk. Turns out if the elk dies so does the human half, so the human half locks the elk away for 10 years so they cannot die. The Woman they fell in love with finds out and frees the elk, but the elks hella fucked up by that point mentally, and it uses the device from before to start fusing animals and humans in an attempt to create a family of its own. Twisted by malice it loses its skin, becoming black sludge with multiple legs n such, an elk skull being the only sign of it's previous life. They get locked inside this place called the in-between during a war they started against Centaurworld and Human world, and are officially dubbed The Nowhere King.

(I left some things out, but that's the basics of what happened, I read up on it on the Centaurworld wiki.)

Now imagine- the entire Bruno taboo deal has a far darker reason behind it. Bruno didn't just disappear- perhaps he died, and was reborn into something more. Perhaps he wasn't reborn at all and haunts the place of his disappearance, a dark wraith prepared to drag any who travel too close into the dark depths of his lands, never to return. Either way Bruno Madrigal is nowhere to be found but something is using his face. Only one has ever survived an interaction with the beast, though all they could say of the event were mutterings of "dark emptiness" and "poisonous emerald".

Growing up, mutterings of Bruno are hushed far more- in fact, none of the younger generation even know his true name. He is simply dubbed something along the lines of "El Rey del Más Allá" (The King of the Beyond) or "El olvidado" (the forgotten one). Any attempts at learning the truth are thwarted until one reaches adulthood, in which upon their first birthday bringing them into said adult status a person's parents will sit them down and tell them what they know about the forbidden lands through the trees beyond Casita.

It is said by those who remember that long ago the Madrigal Matriarch had a son. A quiet fellow, with dark hair and an odd presence about him that drove many to either pity his existence or be wary of him. It is said that the lad was a seer, though the bitterness in which many speak of that fact drives many to avoid the topic all together. No one quiet remembers his name, but the day of his disappearance still lives on in the minds of many elders of the town, no matter how much they wish the memories would leave.

The screams are what appear most often in their minds.

Some speculate that he had been trying to leave Encanto. Some say that the young Madrigal son had been trying to take his mother's life, in order to escape her hold on him. Most agree that the man had been trying to destroy the candle that fuels the gifts each Madrigal possesses. The consequences were far worse than one could ever imagine.

A fire had broken out from the candle, enveloping the one who sought to destroy it. The son had been badly burned, and despite many chasing after him, had escaped into the woods beyond Casita; perhaps to die alone. No one went after him to confirm.

Not long after his disappearance They appeared. Descriptions vary, mostly because no one has truly seen it in it's entirety and lived. The being lures you in promising safety only to steal you away, never to be seen again. If you see green flames floating near the forbidden lands you must run lest you be taken from your family. The flames are the only warning you receive before you're taken.

Mirabel finds out of course that there's more to the story, and hunts down the one person who saw It. Of course, if that route fails, Mirabel takes the only other option she can think of-

She walks to the forbidden lands and waits for the flames.

(imma make art later for what I was thinking on Bruno's design, hopefully it ends up looking good idk)

What she finds is. Just a man. Or atleast, that's how They seem. A green ruana envelops their short body, flowing in a wind only they can feel. Small orbs of green flame float around them, and when one floats close enough to shine light under their hood she catches a glimpse of their face.

Their eyes are gone. Black ink seeps from where their eyes should be, from their nose, from their mouth, from cuts that never got to heal (No burns. Where are the burns that are said to mar their skin?). They have a surprisingly gentle face framed by dark curly hair, a small scraggly beard underneath the ink that covers them, and they seem almost... scared of her. They open their mouth as if to speak but when she flinches at the sight of more ink flooding from their mouth they stop, seeming almost sheepish over the state of their being. Hesitating for a moment they decide on a different approach and simply hold out their hand, watching her in silent anticipation.

And like the curious fool she is, she walks closer and takes their offered hand.

(Capping it here, just know this isn't the end. There is far more to the story, and far more to this being than we know.)

I'm most definitely gonna post more on this later when it's not 3 am n I'm half asleep-

[mickadamz]

MONEY ANON HERE Ive thought it over 🚶we need to know abt billy from the adams that mf gives me such pure neurodivergent vibes it's insane.

im so sorry but he's got one of the most traumatic histories out of his entire family prepare to read some upsetting stuff. i'll put CWs around paragraph(s) where the darker, heavier subjects are mentioned/described, though. red indicates where triggering subjects start, and blue marks where they end. also its a long post and im on mobile so i forgot how to do the read more thing sorrryyy 😭😭😭

i kinda went more into his entire life story than explaining how he is and his personality but it generally does not change too much unless specifically mentioned/pointed out. personalities r harder to describe than certain behaviors - i prefer show not tell as a way of deacribing personalities qnd i hope thats present in what ive written here. otherwise you can probably pick up what oind of person he os based on tagged posts oops

HEAVY SUBJECT MATTER AHEAD SUCH AS: (MENTIONS OF) SUICIDE/IDEATION, INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS, SELF HARM, CHILD HARM, STALKING, AND BULLYING

William (Billy) Benedict Adams

bisexual 💛

b. April 17 1976

diagnosed w/ autism, depression, and C-PTSD

he's the youngest of three siblings (mick, beth, billy) and looks the most like his father colbert, taking after him in a lot of ways aside from appearance, including a terrible immune system - when he was little he would get sick a lot during flu-season but gradually was able to fight it off faster as he grew older. his middle name came from his paternal great-grandfather benedict marlowe adams.

billy's pretty hyperactive and chatty. he occasionally goes through periods of being nonverbal, but his attitude and energy remain about the same. he learned how to swear when he was 9 and hasn't stopped since much to his parents' chagrin. he loves horror movies and halloween is his favorite holiday. he's modeled after young eddie kaspbrak in the 2017/2019 IT movies, both in some appearance aspects and just how he behaves in general. he talks a lot and doesnt really have a filter, and uses sarcasm and humor even if sometimes it goes over his head when others use it.

like both of his parents and his sister, he is autistic. it's more visible than it was with his parents before him, as they spent their lives masking, while allowing their kids to "be as weird as they want to be", especially at home. a lot of their kids' behaviors were just like "oh yeah i / your uncle richie / (other relative) did that too thats normal" so they didnt think anything of it. unfortunately, billy was an easy target at school and had been bullied for not masking as well as his parents and other autistic kids his age, and being very sensitive to that same teasing.

some of his special interests include stuffed animals (especially bears), generally just toys he grew up with and even stuff from before his time, and vampires just to name a few. he also likes wearing the same colors and owns a lot of black / gray sweaters and monochromatic button-ups and khakis/jeans and short variants. he also has one specific salmon-pink colored shirt that he calls The Exception. he has some issues with his motor skills

being the youngest of three in a healing marriage had certainly put a slight rift between him and his siblings. he was the baby of the family and - while not being infantilized on purpose - was given a lot of attention from his parents, especially his mother. beth hardly noticed a difference, while mick was definitely a little jealous but he kept it to himself. aside from that, billy has a pretty close knit relationship with his older siblings and likes to hang out with them and when playing together, he'd always treat their toys gently and would freak out if he accidentally broke one.

billy also idolized his father a lot, part of it coming from family members saying he looked so much like colbert. this idolization even got him intereted in his father's work and would always beg his dad to let him come with him to wilderness pizza on the weekends. he loved that place a lot. while it could get overstimulating at times given its popularity, he felt very free there. all three of his siblings liked spending time there, but mick grew older so it was just the youngest two, and beth was on her way to other interests as well when she started to get closer to her 13th birthday.

speaking of, that interest in his father's work was entirely shattered on may 22nd, 1987. beth's 13th birthday.

(CW: CHILD HARM . i tried not to go too graphic but some information is necessary to understand where his injuries and trauma came from.)

this information is currently exclusive to my personal oc universe - while events mirror CBM, there are alterations made.)

james summers, a vindictive, jealous, unstable man , former friend of colbert's and a current employee of wilderness pizza, had let his envy ans anger take hold of him as he held in years worth of vitriol and hate towards colbert and made an impulse decision to just go all out, seeing as summers's life and marriage was collapsing in on itself and he "had nothing to lose".

he chose bethany's birthday to let loose, as he had the day off and it's where two of the most precious things colbert had would be. billy and beth, his youngest biological children. beth had suffered an injury to her leg, but managed to get away and hide before anything worse could happen. billy on the other hand wasnt so lucky - given it was very dark and his already poor-hand coordination, he'd found something sharp to defend himself with and had unintentionally cut his hands with it. summers attacked him and while struggling, the kid had lost an eye, cuts on his arms and hands, and suffered some blunt force trauma which knocked a tooth out and chipped three others. scott barnet came to his rescue and billy was able to escape and find his sister hiding in the rafters above the little play area tube things. by that point he was running on pure adrenaline.

their father found them and was in the process of helping them down when beth slipped from where she was (again, it was dark) and done severe damage to her spine when crash-landing on a table. summers was approaching too fast for colbert and billy to retrieve her, the two making a run for it and hiding in a janitor's closet. while billy felt safe in the cramped room, his claustrophobic father did not and it was very visible. by the time police arrived, billy's adrenaline was starting to crash and his injuries were catching up to him. he does not remember anything after entering the closet and before waking up in the hospital the the second time.

(CW END)

billy spent a lot of time in the hospital recovering and suffered from nightmares, panic attacks, and other PTSD symptoms for years afterwards. his love for his father's work had crashed and burned, but that didn't mean their relationship had gotten worse. in fact, it only strengthened their bond. whether it was a healthy attachment or not is unclear and varies depending on who asks. he'd also been recieving counseling and therapy afterwards given the severity of his trauma.

(CW: STALKING, SELF HARM, SUICIDAL IDEATION)

during that period, though, the family was starting to struggle financially with WP being closed, hospital + counseling bills piling up alongside utilities and food and other necessities. his mother finally got a job and his father was suffering from the hard losses that came with summers's attempt on their lives. bethany was also adjusting to being almost entirely unable to walk, and mick had stepped up as a caretaker in place of their father. it was very hard on the entire family and billy felt like he was a burden. not because anybody said anything, but because he could see how much his caretakers were trying to provide for them given the financial circumstances. he didn't feel like he was worth the trouble and his feelings were overwhelming and he'd often hit himself or scratch at his face during meltdowns or panic attacks. he was only 11 when he first experienced intrusive thoughts and suicidal ideation. it was never active at this point - he was deathly terrified of pain,so he never brought it up as it wasn't an active problem.

summers wasnt done, though, and had been stalking the family for months until his sudden, unexplained murder on november 1st, 1987. it had left the family paranoid and untrusting of phone calls and mail they recieved and billy wasn't allowed to go anywhere without supervision of some kind. that left him with even more anxiety and what was later re-diagnosed as c-ptsd.

(CW END)

once the family began to recover, his mood and mental health had stabilized. he was still bullied sometimes in school but it was much... different. it was in the way you wouldnt notice until years afterwards. there was a lot of pitying and infantilism that he faced from peers and teachers to the point where it was uncomfortable, but if he spoke up to them about it they wouldn't listen. he resorred to being a class clown to make up for his "weird" behavior, and didn't make too many new friends. his best friends growinf up were jupiter summers and suzie mason, as they were in his age group and also went through the same thing as him, albeit they both came out with minimal injuries, if any at all. they were also "weird" kids and he felt at home with them. other friends in school were the espenson twins (family friends who were a few years older than him and beth), his cousin cassidy miller (see previous), jaiden summers (beth's age, also attended the party), and of course his sister bethany.

graduation was hard for billy as school was a constant for him, despite the bullying and other hardships he went through. it had structure. structure he wasn't confident he could keep if he ever got a job. he lived at home for a few years after graduation and worked at blockbuster video. he got officially diagnosed with autism around this time as well.

i havent decided if he should go to any further education like college or technical schools, so thats a big fat ??? though in the meantime he and his friends would often frequent haunted houses or walkthrough horror attractions set up at farms or old houses given his love of horror and halloween. despite his mother's concern he continuously went through with it because he knew it was a controlled environment and that he could leave at any time. plus, years of therapy had helped him learn to manage triggers and readjust to certain smells, imagery, and places. wit( that in mind, hed started coming around to things like pizza, arcades, clowns, rabbits, and animatronic characters, and later his father's business as a whole. he worked odd jobs there every so often once he felt comfortable enough being in the building again.

in 1999, a classmate from high school named kelly hotchkiss had approached him with romantic intent (and a bit of an ableist savior complex) and the two hit it off pretty well. they dated for a few monrhs, got married, and had their first child davis in 2000, followed by their middle child millie in 2002, and their youngest child alexander in 2006. their marriage was alright. his wife was the primary breadwinner, but billy confinued to work at blockbuster until it shut down in 2013, a year before shit really hit the fan. (he found another similar job elsewhere, though.)

over the years he'd been a victim of his wife's weird ableism and coddling. yes, he needed help with things, but he wasn't totally helpless or socially inept. there also came an issue with her transphobia towards their oldest son davis (ftm) and middle child millie (transmasc nonbinary). lex, like his father before him, is also autistic himself and it presented much more visibly through him having a lot of the most recognizable traits of it and also was on the receiving end of his mother's ableism.

(SUICIDAL IDEATION TW)

billy decided that he'd had and seen enough, and began the long, grueling divorce + custody battle. with help from a lawyer and emotional support from friends and family, the divorce went through and billy had full custody of his children. however, as with most major changes in his life, is threw him into a spiral of despair and anxiety. change was hard to adjust for, especially now thst he had three kids to provide for on his own. he fell into a heavy decline as he wondered if it was really worth it all, going so far as to regretting the divorce entirely and considering suicide. it got to the point where his children were affected by his bad mood and millie began to resent him for not being there emotionally, especially since lex was very attached to billy and needed his support and attention.

one night, billy was up at 3 am. and he realized something, and called his brother mick and told him "i need to get help." his brother-in-law jeremy had been through something very similar, and so billy sought out their help in getting him admitted to a hospital and arranged for billy's kids to stay with their uncles until he was stable enough to leave. it personally helped him tremendously and billy'sfamily had been reunited again. after staying in their home temporarily, billy, jeremy, and mick all agreed to billy's family staying there indefinitely, seeing as they have the money and room to accommodate them. billy still works and provides finances of his own, but he doesn't feel like he's constantly in the red anymore. he cant be fully independent and that's okay, and hes learned over his life that he absolutely has the right to lean on others for help when he cant do something on his own.

(END TW)

he's very close with all his kids and loves them all dearly, doing his best to understand what theyre going through individually and doing what he can to accommodate for them. he's very active and present in their interests and lives. like sending memes in the family group chat. he would make tiktoks for funsies. billy is very tech-savvy with modern technology - he and his cousin cassidy got really into making personal webpages and web design (they looked absolutely atrocious back in the day. partly on purpose just for fun, partly bcuz billy just had no fucking clue what he was doing)

he's also very open about the fact he's been through so much because of how actively it affects him throughout his daily life. for example: he can't drive. both because he physically cannot and out of a personal choice. he doesnt feel comfortable enough, he's physically disabled (half blind), and his motor skills lag just enough that he doesn't feel safe being behind the wheel in case has to make a quick decision on the road. while those who are half-blind can learn how to drive just fine, he personally decided it's not within his abilities. it took him years but he doesn't believe there's any shame in things like that, and there shouldn't be. he's not a public figure by any means, at least not to the extent his older brother and father are, but he does have a small platform where he talks about his personal journey through life and how he's gotten through everything because he hopes that it can help anyone going through a tough time of their own!

then there's an entirely different site/platorm where he does stuff more catered to his interests. being a young adult in the 90s-2000s kickstarted his relationship with the internet and he personally really enjoys the little spaces he's carved for himself. i think hed have a youtube channel where its him sitting in frint of a webcam reviewing horror media and old toys he got his hands on either from family, his own personal collection, or from secondhand sites and storesblike ebay or goodwill. he's very passionate about these things and its a bit of a funny contrast .

tl;dr: billy adams grew up dealing with mental illness and disabilities and the symptoms of such which made life very hard for him. despite it all, he learned how to grow around it and that it was okay to rely on others and ask for help whenever he needed it. he's curious and a bit snarky, but all-around a very kind and warm person with interests in shitty web design, horror, vampires, and toys from his generation and older.

[katerinable]

Good Morning

I hope everyone is feeling okay.

To be honest, I didn't want to get out of bed today, and no it's not because of depression or anxiety, I was just having an interesting dream to the point where when I woke up I was like wtf just happened?

Dream Relay

My first ex (who has literally made my life a living nightmare since we broke up after like two weeks in the 5th grade all the way to Middle School–I got into a fight on a thursday with a 3 day suspension and my first day if the suspension (Friday) COVID shut down our school– so I guess you can say I left things off with a ban. Oh I won btw) was in my dream. He was one of our kind (witch mix with werewolf, yeah idk either) and my father was the emperor of our civilization. Up until then I had never been seen, so people always I was either dead or I never existed. They assumed the girl that followed my father around, Emillia, was the next in line, or heir to the throne. (Crabby female dog)

My father was holding a celebratory party, one where the public eye would finally get to see me, no bish I ain't dead. So as you can imagine the half-royals (dukes and duchess), the nobles(royal advisors, ladies and lords), whatever the important people wanted to show up. Along with other lower titles like commoners, and others. You get the point, it was a big gathering full of unimportant people and the most significant faces you'd ever hope to meet.

Emilia got pretty bitchy when I showed up to my own mf party and claimed to be the Emperor's daughter. (I calime I can see how that might get confusing) Her two friends befriended me so she played it off, and the guy she liked or had a crush on, my ex, was to dance with me at the ceremonial dancing shit (or whatever tf we were doing).

The dream ended when I was on my way to be crowned young Empress, and in the middle of the hall, she stopped me and challenged em to agni kai (if you know you know *wink*)

She was walking down the stairs I needed to walk up, so there was basically no way round. I accepted and barley made it out alive when our two friends came running down in BLOODY INO AND HINATA COSPLAY. They wanted to dress up as Sakura, but as Sasuke's self-claimed twin sister, didn't like the idea.

Red and Opal (oh yeah, I'm using made up names cuz that's what they looked like and I don't know what they went by) turned to look down the hall and gasped.

I shot up out of my dream and woke tf up.

End of Dream Relay

Now you know what I meant when I said holy fuck- what just happened?

The thing was though, I didn't recognize anyone beside my father, like my ex, I didn't know it was him, until I woke up. Everyone else I didn't know the period.

It also felt so real, I don't think I knew it was a dream until I woke up and thought about it. Everything I flet or said, felt so real. I was a fucking witch/werewolf for one night, I could use magic and I was excellent at it! How bloody brilliant I felt.

Anyway, it came to an end and I got in the shower, then brushed my teeth. But blimey this is one dream to remember, I'll say!

[ecotone99]

[MF] I died in 2021.

"I died in 2021. I lived a decent life. At least, I think I did. I was born February 19th, 1995. I lived in Georgia. We had a small house in an old town in the middle of nowhere. My parents ran a small convenience store that brought in just enough money to pay the bills. I had a brother and a sister. "In school, I didn't make many friends. I was awkward and quiet. Some of teachers recognized my last name, since my brother was in their classes before I was. I was always teased, so I ended up taking it out on my little sister. I made fun of her, and a couple times she even cried. "I loved my parents but sometimes I was a brat to them. Times like when other kids were getting cars and licenses, but my parents didn't have the money. I remember saying that they weren't doing it because they didn't care about me. And I made snide comments for a couple weeks after that. "I never went to college. Instead, I got a job as a grocery store assistant manager. My parents were pretty upset that I didn't go to college, but even more upset that I didn't carry on their business. "My brother was in a car accident when I was 17 and my sister and I grew apart. I stayed in Georgia with my comfortable job, while she moved away, got a degree, and became some kind of designer. Interior Decoration, mom said. "I did meet a girl when I was 22. She was pretty. And she was nice, I guess. But mainly pretty. She and I were together for a while. Then I found out that she was pregnant. The kid was mine, but I wasn't ready to be a parent. I stopped seeing her, but I did send her child support every month. "My parents passed away and their shop was torn down. They built some fast food place on the lot to replace it. My sister didn't come to the funeral and only a few people showed to grieve. "I developed a bad cough shortly after the funeral. My breathing started to get short and strained. My chest was constantly stinging. They found out that the chemicals in my vape were damaging my lungs. Eventually, I died. And now, I'm here." "Do you know where you are?" "I'm assuming this is heaven? Or purgatory... I'm being judged, right?" "You are being judged, yes. But this isn't Purgatory. This is real. Most of the time our patients forget, so I'll explain. You've been in a simulation for 48 hours. You are 18 years old. The year is 2036. Due to overpopulation, we have decided to test individuals through a simulation of life. We observe your actions and take note of your skills and accomplishments. When it is over, we decide if you are worthy." "Worthy of what?" "A space in this world. We've decided that you are not." "You... Wait, you what?" "Based on what you've shown us, you do not have anything to add to our world. No social skills, no drive, no pride... You did not even parent your own child. We've decided that you don't deserve a life in our world."

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