#i'm still cackling to myself :d

[ohburgee]

Chapter Two - Trapped in the dream world

an: SORRY for taking so long for Chapter 2, I was busy with something and didn't go online here on Tumblr for days. But here you are, Chapter 2 :> I'M BACK, AND YES THIS AU WILL CONTINUE FOR MORE CHAPTERS :D

Chapter's: 1 tw: Psychological horror, Forced captivity, Emotional manipulation, Chasing

You woke up again with a groan, slowly sitting up from the bed. You looked around, you're alone. Hatred isn't here. Nothing is. But something tells you you're still being watched.

You managed to stand and walk toward the door. When you stepped outside, you saw the black and white surroundings. You're still in the dream world. You wandered further until you reached the dream zone.

As you walked, you saw a plain white space, and a large hand holding four glowing orbs: yellow, blue, purple, and red. You approached and examined them closely. Then, you touched the yellow one, and it consumed you.

You were teleported to a familiar place: Thought, the sketchy world. Walking letters moved around, and you remembered, these were enemies you had fought before.

You descended the stairs slowly. One of the creatures saw you, but instead of attacking, it simply stared. Maybe Hatred did something.

You walked past it and made your way to the upper door. You entered: Personification. A red wasteland. The path here was long, but you started walking. Again, the enemies didn’t attack, they just watched you as you passed.

Eventually, you reached a square, where yellow hands writhed in the air. But suddenly, you fell. Confused, you realized you were now at the end of the maze.

You entered and found Greed, playing with their Tix. They noticed you and immediately wrapped their cartoonishly yellow stickman arms around you.

“It’s YOU again,” they said, pulling you close. “You’re…?” you began. You remembered killing them, because Builderman said to.

“You’re?” they echoed mockingly. “What do you mean?” “You’re dead. You’re supposed to be. How?” They laughed. You heard the Tix rustling.

“You thought you killed me?” they cackled. “It was just a dream.”

You stared at them, confused. “Cat got your tongue?” they asked. You tried to recall something.

“How is that possible? This is a dream?” “Yes, this is the dream world. Everything comes from dreams,” they said. You nodded slowly.

Greed’s gaze shifted. Their head lowered, they had seen something. Someone. Then they turned back to you.

“Go on now. We’re done chit-chatting.” You were suddenly returned to the white plane with the large hand.

You sighed and walked toward the blue orb. You touched it.

Isolation. A cold, blue wasteland filled with broken street lamps.

You started walking. As usual, the enemies only watched. When you reached a rusted gate, you heard whispers.

Then you were suddenly teleported again, to the Duck Pond, a bright and almost surreal place. You stepped onto the path of duck-shaped tiles but paused, an enemy blocked your way. You hesitated, wary of an attack, but it just watched you. You passed, unharmed.

Relieved, you continued and found a door. You remembered needing to solve a puzzle to move forward, but instead, you were teleported to Solitude. They looked at you with quiet recognition.

“Ohhh... it’s you again…” Solitude said, welcoming you. You approached slowly. “You too... you're not dead,” you murmured.

“Ohhh… uhm…” they wobbled like jelly and stepped closer, but stopped.

“I guess… I should just keep myself silent,” they muttered. Their gaze shifted behind you. Then they looked back.

“See you around… Player,” they whispered, before teleporting you back.

Back to the white plane.

You felt a growing unease. Why weren’t they attacking? Were they scared of you? Terrified?

You also noticed, Hatred still wasn’t around. Where was he?

You walked toward the purple orb and touched it. Instead of a purple realm, you were sent to a strange, black place with a violet tree-like wall.

Odd.

You approached the wall. A creature, Fear, waved like a tree before morphing into a monster you recognized. “What are you doing here?” they asked.

“Just wanted to check,” you answered.

They waved their arms again. And then they said something that widened your eyes, “Did it trap you here?” “You know about it?” you asked. Another wave. You took it as a yes.

“Please help me… I know it sounds stupid, but… will you help me get out?”

“I don’t know if I can,” Fear said, voice shaking. “It makes us vulnerable to it.”

“It…” You paused. “I thought… he was a ‘he’?” “No. It made itself look like a ‘he’—it took on someone’s form,” Fear replied. It finally made sense. “I want to help you, but—”

Before Fear could finish, an arm suddenly wrapped around your chest. You grabbed at it, startled. You looked up. Hatred. Wearing Builderman’s face. Hugging you from behind, staring at Fear.

“You know it’s rude to talk behind someone’s back,” he said coolly. Fear lowered its arms. Hatred looked at you. Smiled.

“My dear player needs a rest now, after all that walking.” He, or it, teleported you back to the white plane.

Hatred walked toward the final orb, the red one. His orb. If he’s in Builderman form, you’ll call him he. If not, then just it.

He looked at you, signaling you to touch it. You stepped toward it, but before your fingers met the surface, he grabbed your arm.

“What?” you asked. He stared, then chuckled. “Are you tired?” he asked. You looked down, then back at him. “No.”

“Good,” he replied, moving his face closer. “We’re going to play. If you escape from the Purgatory, I’ll let you go. But if I catch you… you’re mine. Forever.” Your eyes widened.

“It’s a chase. I want something fun for us to do,” he said. Then he grabbed your hand and forced it onto the orb. You were teleported to Inferno. A burning wasteland. You didn’t hesitate. You ran.

Screams echoed around you. Fire cracked. You reached the gate.

Teleported again, to the Glitch, a twisted place covered in pulsing red veins. You sprinted.

A distorted sound grew louder. Red veins snaked toward you.

You ran faster, the warped textures making you dizzy. Around every corner, you turned, searching for the way out. Whispers swirled in your ears.

You skidded to a stop, a wall of veins blocked the path. You struck it with your hands. Nothing. Then you remembered, your sword. You slashed.

More tendrils came at you, but you cut them down. Finally, you broke through and ran again. Left, right, repeat, until you saw the hole.

You jumped. Teleported.

The Heart. But as soon as you landed, red tendrils grabbed your arms, one wrapped around your neck.

Hatred appeared in his monstrous form. It walked toward you, savoring the chase.

“That’s cheating!” you yelled. “I got out of Purgatory!”

It grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up. “I got out! You promised!”

It laughed. “No,” it said flatly. The tendrils let go, only for Hatred to seize your wrist and drag you to the center of the Heart.

“What do you mean no? You swore you would!” you screamed, fury rising.

Hatred smiled, feeding off your rage. It gripped your cheeks with clawed hands, making you look at it.

You stared. No eyes. But that gaze, sinister, inescapable. “No matter what risks you take,” Hatred said, drawing closer, “You won’t ever escape the dream world. You’re trapped here. With me.”

Red, crimson smoke consumed your vision. You felt its head nuzzle yours, a mock gesture of comfort.

Then came the darkness. You lost consciousness as its arms wrapped around you.

[hootyhoowoo]

ah! I totally get keeping your ao3 private! in any case, do you have any svsss fic recs you’d shout out? any ships is fine! bingqiu, Liujiu, 79, Liushen, I’ll take it!

Okay i'm sorry this took so long!! I was trying to look through my fics and see what would be appropriate to post bwaahahah

So disclaimer, i'm more of a one-shot type of reader for the most part, I really enjoy a nice hearty and wordy piece. I'm also a whore so I enjoy a lot of pwps!! I delve into omegaverse and some dead dove fics a lot too so please READ THE TAGS before reading

Also, these are more of my own personal reviews of the fics? You can read the summaries +tags to find out more :D I'm sure the authors can summarize better than I can

but anyway, I'll start out with the fics recommended to me by others, and ones that are so widely loved by the fandom!

These are multi-chaptered:

"I Wish You Were My Husband"- Feynite; Bingqiu, Liushen, and Qijiu all in one!

This fic was recommended by a good friend of mine, and it is sooo good anon. It's got wife stealing, love triangles, and is sooo hilariously funny it's made me genuinely laugh out loud while reading. There was times where I felt like I was just reading canon content and had to remind myself this wasn't mxtx writing. The author does a wonderful job in delving into Shen Qingqiu/Shen Yuan's inner mental gymnastics, and the complicated history and relationships between the different pairings is so tangible and well done. Not to mention the dialogue between SQQ and SQH made me CACKLE.

"Like A Tooth From a Mouth (I Leave A Hole)- Anonymous; Bingyuan (?)

Okay I started this fic but still haven't gotten through all of it, but the first chapter (first few paragraphs really) captivated me so much I was instantly hooked. Actually, I may draw this out at some point bc I really love the beginning of this fic. So angsty. So well written- especially once Liu Qingge gets introduced, he's so cute and I really like the dynamics of everyone in this one. Disciple!Shen yuan with his system and Shizun!Luo Binghe will always be messy and i'm here for it <3

"Shen Yuan of No Relation"- Gemi ; Bingyuan, Qijiu (i'll probably come back and edit if needed)

Ahhh. Ze fic of all time. OKAY so I haven't actually finished this one yet, i'm currently still reading. BUT I WILL SAY: It is so good so far. So good. The author's writing feels so hearty and their descriptions of the setting is something I fell in love with immediately. The way they write the characters is very endearing and i'm giddy with excitement to continue to read c: This fic was very very recommended by multiple friends so i'm happy to finally start it!!

"Love in Another Shape"- Celardor ; Starts Liushen -> Bingliu -> Bingliushen

Okay this fic was recommended to me by the same person who recommended IWYWMH so you know this shit is bangin. I have not read this yet, but I have had many people gush about it to me and had the lovely opportunity to chat w the author and they are the sweetest person so I'm very excited to start it next!!

'Satisfaction'- Raiiskaim ; Bingjiu

ohohoho ok- can I just say I love Raiiskaim's works, but this one is soooo delicious. It's got dead-dove like elements so be warned, but ahhh the follow up to this fic is "Discontent, and the spaces inbetween" and dude omg the ending literally made me gasp. Can't recommend this enough if it's your flavor.

"Blessing in disguise" - chamsie; ...implied Qijiu?

yeah i like omegaverse and i will not be shamed about it on my own blog. BUT this one is not...your typical pwp omegaverse fic. It's very shen jiu centered around him and his babby- shen yuan! it's very cute and good and I quite enjoyed it when I read it a whiiiile ago. Actually, I think it's time for a re-read. heh

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These next ones are one shots

"We Should Stick Together" and "You're My Best Friend, I'll Love You Forever" - Pennydaniels; Liujiu

ohhhh my god. OHHHH MY GOOOOODDDD. Do you ever read a fic and have it touch something so deeply in you and it's like a soothing balm to a really rough aching burn? yeah so that's how these two fics are to me. I vividly remember reading them on an airplane and literally crying my eyes out I had to ask the flight attendant for tissues- and got side eyed by the other passengers. Specifically YMBF,ILYF.... this fic definitely shaped the way I would like to be loved. Excellent works, definitely recommend, read tags, as always. Pennydaniels is one of my fav ao3 authors, so definitely recommend checking out their other stuff too!

"Through the Widening Circles"- ancient_moonshine ; Bingjiu

Please read tags. It didn't bother me but ik it may not be everyone's flavor- but trust me when I say that this fic also made me sob like a baby, especially towards the end. The author does a great job of navigating through trauma and healing in such a touching way, but it is a pretty heavy fic because of these delicate topics. Such a good read, and I think one of my first SVSSS fanfics too!

"Vedaniya" - ancient_moonshine ; Bingjiu

Once again another fic by this amazing author, this one is a little more kinky ehehe but it's still very good and there's a gut wrenching scene that gets me every time near the beginning.

Anyways I hope this list satisfies! I can't wait to read more and get recommended more as we keep going on this scummy adventure :D if you have any recs, please be sure to drop them down below or in my inbox :3 always happy to add to my queue of reads.

[jungshookz]

a little thought

HELLO

a lot of these little posts for me as of late, this one is more of a rambling word vomit type but just wanted to share my thoughts with everyone as this blog was and is such a big part of my life <3 i value our relationship as parasocial as it might seem LOL but i have to be honest with you guys and myself before i continue writing this blog and building it back up :')

but first let me say some other things:

i hope everyone had a lovely valentine's day - it's a day to celebrate love of all kind, i PERSONALLY had a great valentine's day celebration aka i ordered dinner for myself and had a sushi roll that they shaped into a heart and was definitely meant for a couple to share. however, did i body that entire roll in 20 minutes? you BET your ass i did

new stories are definitely in the works, it's just taking me a while to balance job-hunting and writing! i promise i still have a whole list of drabbles to get to and as per usual my inbox is always open for suggestions if you want to see any particular scenarios

i am going to be more active on the blog from this point onwards whether that's just talking to you guys or posting drabbles - i know i've kind of been in and out but i was doing some deep reflection the other night and i think i've come to a conclusion about why i've been so in and out which you can read below if you feel inclined to hehe but also it will get a little #deep and #emotional

i think the reason why i've been struggling to come back every time is because i worry a lot about being forgotten or that no one will really care about my stories anymore because there are so many other writers out there posting stories, so me coming back to write wouldn't matter at all?? and also i'm worried that people will be upset with me?? which is totally something that i need to work on bc why is that always my automatic thought that all of you guys are on we're mad at cee island

i am still here, i am still reading your messages, and i am very VERY slowly getting back into writing love stories. i think after experiencing an emotionally abusive relationship and realising that not all love stories are like the ones i wrote about took a bigger toll on me than i thought... i mean there's a reason why i stopped writing love stories and disappeared back in 2022: i was so preoccupied with the tumultuous relationship i was in with an Evil Man and had completely lost my zest for writing love stories which was so sad because for so long they'd been such a big part of my life! i felt i couldn't write them because my stories weren't representative of the "real" (warped) version of love i was experiencing in real life :-/ and i think i've been afraid to admit that bc of how stubborn i am about a lot of things

it's been almost two years since the end of that relationship and i still think about a lot. in fact i thought about it so dang much that my whole thesis was based on it but BOOYAH i've graduated so some good came out of that >:D of course i'm doing a lot better and have built a new life for myself in a new city, BLOCKED his ass after he emailed me with a new email address and cackled about it, achieved things i never thought i would get close to when i was in that relationship, but i would be lying if i said those experiences didn't impact the way that i approach romantic relationships now as well as the way i approach writing love stories!!

the good news is that i did a little bit of writing the other night and for a second i felt the old cee returning (i make fun of her all the time but love her and admire her productivity, idk how she was pumping out like three drabbles a week), i had a good flow going on and i realised how much i missed y/n!! i am slowly starting to feel like myself again when it comes to writing stories and it's such a great feeling

anyway this was just a long way of saying i'm going to try and be better and i'm determined to write stories again and rebuild my relationship with you <3 our ceety will rise again!!! i'm sorry that it's taken me a while and i'll probably have to fall and get up a few more times before i get back into the groove but i hope you'll stick around for the long run, you don't know how much it means to me to know that some of you have been here from the start and are still checking in from time to time

lmk your thoughts, you know my inbox is always open!

cee

[thaliendir]

The Time I Had

~ @tes-gala 2025 - Day 7 ~

Loredas 21, ---.

You know, I've never really been to a gala... at least, not one I was supposed to be at. I thought I knew what I was walking into, but let me tell you: I didn't. A lot of weird things happened there - as far as I heard, it didn't seem so bad at first. Normal gala stuff - someone lost his shoe in the crowd, someone else just couldn't remember the names she was hearing.

But then it started to get weirder. There was a woman who bolted when she thought she even glimpsed an Altmer, and a man cackling as he told the other guests about their 'fates'. There was a Nord woman covered in filth, and they really just let her in like that - shit, another woman's gown started rotting off her body. The stench was vile, I'm telling you - I couldn't even get close enough to find out who it was!

And then I found out Sheogorath was there. Like, Daedric madness Sheogorath, the real deal. Ha, no wonder the place was a mess! You'd think that'd be against the Compact or something, but it doesn't seem he's much for playing by the rules. If someone really did summon him up, well, I hope they were expecting this. The way I see it, he was probably looking out for those troublemakers, making sure they didn't get kicked out early.

Including myself, of course. You think I played by their rules either? Of course I didn't, I was barely even dressed for the occasion! At this point, I'm not even sure my invitation was real - that'd explain a lot, if you ask me. Of course I filled my pockets - anywhere you find riches, you find rogues. Even found myself a handsome Orc 'companion'... oh yeah, he was a good one alright - I might actually miss the guy. I'd tell you more, my dearest me, but there are some things you just can't put to paper.

Well, I think that's it for now. It was a weird time, but a good one - I'd do it again, minus the rot woman. Hope you're doing well, yourself.

Ever your loyal companion, Fa'zel.

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was this event ever fun ! kossai work on ideas since first announcement , and so happy to finally share everything , even if there was some hitch along way with concept changes and lack of focus . :D

obviously , can not speak for anyone else's contributions and storylines - this is exclusive to kossai characters - but toy with ideas like this ever since start . in one version of this end , would reveal sheogorath play with paper dolls this whole time , but that one seem too sad . in another version , this entire event was mass hallucination , but then that would be pretty sad for safya and ellona especially , and these ladies do not need more heartbreak .

so why not ... hijack ? this event was real , sheogorath just take advantage of chaos to send out some temporally nonsensical invitations . maybe , even , that first day failure was intentional ? or maybe not , sheogorath is still sheogorath after all . realistically gala event is not canonical to these character timelines anyway , just think would be fun to try and explain this strange clash of timelines - dhajan and safya would be long dead by lydia and ellona's time , after all , to say nothing of fa'zel's situation ...

for those who want little bit more fun - even those who do not have official gala submissions yet , or submit designs for canonical characters - sheogorath's blessings will remain open late ! also check out gala questions for some ideas of things to ask other participants :)

[sixeyesonathiel]

Oh that sucks, I'm glad you were able to find the courage to start posting again, sorry you had to go through whatever you went through and glad you were able to recover from whatever it was. Also that fic idea about shikigami reader and gojo sounds soo good I'm already invested and you haven't even written it 😭😭😭 also pls don't overwork yourself as someone who's just now gotten over it trust me you don't want to get burnt out 😭 it's hard af to do (at least for me) so easier said than done

also if there's any grammar mistakes English is my second language so feel free to ignore them

yeah, though i did brought it to myself it was still disheartening, so seeing the support im receiving now is really healing that 16 year old in me TvT. & technically I've written it, but it's all small snippets of them being a menace, ill share one below lolololol. no worries! i actually find writing therapeutic and at least im doing something that will make people giggle rather than simply watching tiktok all day but i appreciate the concern, really!

IT IS NOT WORKING IF IT'S FOR MY GLORIOUS BLUE EYED KING!! >:D

you crouch beside satoru, peering at the tiny green frog he holds between his fingers. its throat puffs out, limbs twitching as it tries to escape. satoru grins—bright, mischievous, the kind of smile that means trouble—and then turns to you.

“think it'll fit?” he whispers, tilting his head toward the elder's shoe sitting just outside the tatami room.

you stare at the shoe, then at the frog. blink once. nod.

satoru beams like you just gave him the best news of his life. he nudges you with his elbow, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “wanna do it?”

you tilt your head. stare at the frog again. its legs twitch.

“...gross.”

“c'mon, it'll be funny!”

you consider this. funny. satoru likes funny things. you like satoru. therefore, funny is good.

so you hold out your hands.

satoru places the frog in your palms, and it wriggles, slimy and strange against your skin. your nose scrunches, but you don't drop it. carefully, silently, you shuffle toward the shoe, your movements smooth, calculated—practiced. you are his shadow, his accomplice, and this is your mission.

satoru watches, blue eyes bright with anticipation.

the shoe looms before you. you lean down, tilt your hands—

plop.

the frog lands inside with a faint, wet noise. it does not jump out. perfect.

you step back, turning to satoru. he’s practically vibrating with excitement, fists clenched, lips pressed together to keep from laughing.

“good?” you ask.

“so good.” he whispers back.

then, as if the universe is rewarding your efforts, the elder approaches. you both freeze, shoulders pressed together, waiting.

he slides his foot into the shoe.

a pause.

then—

“AUGH!”

the elder screeches, stumbling backward, flailing as the frog launches itself out of the shoe, landing with a wet slap against the wooden floor.

satoru slaps a hand over his mouth, shoulders shaking violently. you stare at the chaos, at the elder’s horrified expression, at the frog sitting dumbly on the floor.

your lips part. “funny.”

satoru loses it. a loud, uncontrollable cackle bursts from his mouth, and before the elder can even process the crime, he grabs your wrist and bolts.

“RUNRUNRUNRUN—”

your feet barely have time to catch up before you're being dragged through the hallway, satoru wheezing between laughter as the elder’s furious voice echoes behind you.

“SAToRU!! GET BACK HERE, YOU BRAT!!”

satoru only laughs harder, tugging you along, the both of you nearly tripping over your own feet.

“worth it.” he wheezes.

you nod, eyes still blank but lips barely twitching upward. “worth it.”

they r just kids here lmao, sillies. i sure hope they both don't die ❤️

[murfpersonalblog]

IWTV Ep3 Musings - Claudia & Louis (Spoilers)

I'm still teary & choked up while typing this. SUPER emotional episode. It's incredible how much they packed into one ep, too! But the second half of the ep was BY FAR the most emotionally impactful IMO. Jacob's acting is just WAY too good; he had me choking up something fierce.

Louis taking pictures of his food for no effing reason like all the social media girlies do; I love it.

Louis STILL tryna be Claudia's knight in vengeful black. U_U But just like before when he tried to save her from Lestat, he can't save her from Bruce or the Theatre or even his own eff-ups. DANG. 😔

YES YOU DO. If you wanna keep pestering her about trauma she doesn't want to think/speak about, then be prepared for the consequences.

AMC, you GOTTA kill Bruce on-screen for us, either in QotD during all the Burnings, or during the PL trilogy (Killer's death was GNARLY).

LOOK AT MY DAUGHTER ALMOST CRYING RIGHT THERE. God's strongest soldier, she's suffered more than Christ, JUSTICE FOR CLAUDIA. All rapists deserve the death penalty, IDGAF.

Understatement of the century.

I CACKLED at that literal DEMON TIMING. Armand was already AT the door while y'all were concocting your lies! Then he just strolls on in, uninvited! 😭

BULLSH!TE. Not that it matters, since vamps have SUPER-HEARING and can READ MINDS, you morons! Pack your bags and go back to America RIGHT NOW. 💀💀💀

Louis, beloved, bless your heart, but if you don't take your garbage attempts at lying back to NOLA and stop playing with this ANCIENT immortal dressed in all white like the effing BOSS PIMP you USED to be.....

Alpha DADDY Maitre Armand Sir, I take back every bottom Uke Omega joke I ever said about you~! 😍

Yeah, about all that.... 😬

Aaaaannnnnd THIS is where you effed up, Claudia.

And Armand heard the WHOLE THING. 😭

Look at her FACE. 😭😭😭😭

They KNEW she hated being treated as a child, and they KNEW her time was numbered cuz she lied about breaking their Great Laws, so they DELIBERATELY made the "Baby LouLou" role to humiliate her, and EXPLOITED her image to bring in extra revenue (how many BLACK actresses did they ever have in their coven/stage? ZERO); all while KNOWING they were gonna kill her and Louis ASAP.

I hate this Theatre coven with ever fibre of my being, Maitre.

Excellent point, Louis. Cuz I noticed in Ep2 that their apartment is kind of crappy--I assumed it was cheap & low class cuz of the tenants all being college students & sex workers, and I noticed a bunch of chipped paint everywhere; on the doors & walls.

They're slumming it in a studio, sleeping in the living room, as neither has their own room & she has to use a Murphy Bed. Major step below 1132; the exact opposite of how book!Claudia & Lou lived in Parisian opulence--highlighting my point that AMC!Claudia got NOTHING out out being a vampire.

But it's also pointing out how Louis covers all the cracks--in his MIND, in the lies he tells himself, just to live with the glaring problems he desperately wants to cover up & deny.

I'm finna yeet myself out the nearest window.

This is SO bizarre, cuz in this version Lou KNOWS Lestat's not really dead! In the book Lou set him on FIRE. So ofc he'd think Les was really dead. But here it makes no sense why he's carrying all this guilt!

Armand knew Lou & Claudia LIED, sure--but he SHOULD know Lestat's still ALIVE--he's probably chained up in the Theatre basement in one of those friggin "wet room burial vaults!"

THANK YOU.

The guilt is out of control. Louis, if Les couldn't tell you loved him after ALL OF THAT, then he's a effing fool who neither understands nor deserves you. Now go chop his d**k off!

Is that what you tell yourself when DreamStat's in bed with you every night? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

I haven't seen mental trauma treated so well in Horror media since Senua's Sacrifice; this is incredible. 👏

Lou, give yourself a bit more credit--you're doing the best you can! :( Even if your best is an entire travesty. U_U

NOBODY TALK TO ME!

Just when I thought she was having a breakthrough, she doubles down on thinking Lestat lied to them about Europe being terrible. 🤦

(The way Lou clutches his pearls like he's having a heart attack--STOP it, ma'am~! 👌) And YES, you should've told her that you folded and spilled the beans to Armand and that she was walking into a trap, WTF!?! 😡

Jacob, your GirlDad is showing; PLEASE have mercy on us! 😭

EMMYS. 👏 GRAMMYS. 👏 OSCARS. 👏 TONYS. 👏

[sugar-omi]

Let me preface this by saying I didn't mean to take so long, but there was a character I needed to grind my ass of for in a gatcha game. I lost the 5050 and then grinded nonstop pulled i think 61 or 71 more time and got her 11 and a half hours before the banner ended. Then i just didn't want to do anything. But i finally did it. Now lets begin

For reference, in case it gets a little confusing, I'll put 'these' around notes I'm pulling directly from my double-sided page of notes and "these" around what I pull directly from the story

My first note is just 'Pipsqueak!?' Because i thought it was such a cute nickname

"Caleb had to quite literally drag you out most days, muttering some nonsense about vitamin D and too much screen time." This is so fucking real dude, he'd be so disappointed in me irl

The "hello no" as an immediate reaction to him wanting to read your story is so real dude

'Him being busy and still making time? Carrying my hair ties? <3'

"Had grow up unfairly well" "a hot man you had incredible chemistry with. A very hot man who was off limits." GIRL THAT'S THE BEST KIND OF MAN TFYM

"Against your will, the thought festered." Girl me when I think about literally any fictional man I like doing anything

'Running away from horny thoughts is so real'

'Help the "He's not my boyfriend" I cackled'

This next note makes me giggle because i wrote these on paper: 'playing with my hair? Restocking my candy? Memorised my drink? - keyboard spam*' lmao

'Girl I'd be oggling him too' im not sure what exactly this was in reference to but its so funny to me.

That was my last note from a week ago when I started and everything from now on is from today when I buckled down and just read the rest

'Purple eyes!? Purple eyes!? Oh boy, I might be cooked' Can you tell I'm a sucker for purple-eyed characters?

'home girl down so bad she daydreaming (me with my favourite fictional men)' Dude I'm is so real with myself its lowkey comical to read back

I'm gonna split this into a reblog because this is getting long and I'm afraid of losing all this text, the rating will be at the end though don't worry 🙃

I'm so curious to see that u liked the name pipsqueak bc I didn't LMAOOOO N THATS ACTUALLY PART OF THE REASON I DIDNT LIKE CALEB. LIKE IM A 5'9 WOMAN. IM NOT A PIPSQUEAK. THIS PIPSQUEAK WILL CRUSH UR BALLS W AN ANVIL 🤣

FACTSSSSS I READ THE OFF LIMITS LINE N I WAS LIKE "by whose standards, not mine!!!!!!" 😫😫

LMAOOO THE PURPLE EYESSSSS 😂 GOOD JOB CALEB, YOU BROKE THE BARRIER INTO THEIR HEART!!!!! 🤣

im so eager to see the rest of ur notes n this rating 😼

[accirax]

initial thoughts on DCAS episode 7

very notable that this was within the context of being about "love" specifically. (at least) one-sided trevek canon? (i'm not even a huge trevek shipper i just think this whole plotline is funny)

okay, so Yul's foot injury IS real. or at least, he's using it as an excuse to complain. still, the fact that it was brought up again an episode later makes me think that it's going to have SOME relevance to the plot.

any time that Yul has to parrot something in Emily's "you go girlfriend ;D" manner of speaking i cackle. he didn't choose the home decor saying any time is wine time lifestyle, the home decor saying any time is wine time lifestyle chose him.

Grett i am... genuinely confused. how can you possibly think that Yul is actually in love with you? did you really receive THAT little love in your home life? you have no ability to distinguish catty and fake praise for your accomplishments from real ones because your family gave you THAT little recognition? man. now i made myself sad :( ily Grett

okay, confirming that 1) it was Tom's trap, 2) they are willing to eat squirrels, 3) Tom is serving as the provider for the Cyan tribe. all things to take into account for any upcoming Cyan eliminations.

why

and how does said boyfriend feel about you kissing another man on television, Tom? this is a stupid lie.

again, why? it's probably already apparent from my earlier comments, but i changed my mind; i'm fully with Jake in this argument now. sure, Jake is really insecure and overly emotional, but what the HELL is Tom doing? making up a boyfriend is a really shitty thing to do, whether Tom had a legit reason for not calling Jake these past two years or if he didn't contact Jake due to his own mixed feelings/indifference. in either case, he should have told Jake the truth. at least when Jake was acting immature in S1, he was 24. Tom is a nearly 30 year old man. ACT LIKE IT.

Fiore slay

this is a really interesting response due to how vague it is, including in the vocal performance. was he taken off guard by his boss being nice to him? does he believe that she's telling the truth? does he feel bad for Trevor, or will he come to believe that he IS way better than Trevor? i'm glad that they're continuing on with the concept of the hosts having a plotline, because imo that was one of the highlights of S2, but they aren't doing it in a way that eats up as much of the screentime as it did in S2.

if Will was out of the picture i would be shipping these two so hard. who am I kidding, i kind of still am anyways.

Ally's other gf is here :,) glad that they got to reconnect (and neither of them were eliminated for it)

Fiore slay

the confirmation that Aiden thinks that the idea of him having any attraction to Tom is laughable and disgusting is HILARIOUS to me. bro really said, "why the hell would i be into YOU when i have JAMES lmao" straight to Tom's face. tbf, James and Tom are like... opposites in terms of personality and appearance (beyond being generally handsome and athletic young men).

"silly me, i keep forgetting that not everyone met their super cool and attractive boyfriend on reality TV. my bad!" (/pos)

(i tried to type "hubby" instead of boyfriend but i spared you all. it was too cringe even as the one subjecting others to the cringe.)

okay this was very fitting for her. iconic.

honestly, Alec and Riya's villainous alliance/friendship is really fun. leave it to Alec to always find himself in the least likely but most entertaining duos. Riya really benefits from being paired with a legitimate strategist, and someone who won't just let her totally get away with stuff.

we had to get in one last Fiore taking unnecessary damage for the road :,(

feeling like Jaiden is going to be winning the starting couples' survival roulette. and Wishley, to the extent they count.

now i'm no physicist, but how did this work? shouldn't the ball be a fast and heavy enough object at this point that it would jump over the log, not ricochet off of it? i suppose if the ball is made of something more like wicker than yarn, it could be a bit more likely to do that. but then why is it going to the side? it hit the log straight on!

... are you not allowed to help him anymore? what?

ellie is going full villain mode fr. if her and gabby's relationship gets messed up, that would definitely be karma. but, i suppose she survives this episode...

this is funny because nobody strikes me as the pizza and soda loving type. Alec, Grett, Yul, and Riya all seem like people who would want to eat something that's both fancier and healthier.

communication W (for both of them)

Fiore is such a best girl that she's not even a salty juror. she's not mad at them for so long that she can't use her final moments to throw a wrench in the works for everyone else. the grind never sleeps, clowns <3

and she even conquered her greatest nemesis, the bus, this time. fly high, queen. i'll miss you.

well, as a Fiore stan, this episode was a bit sad for me. but, i do totally understand why Magenta would both vote for Fiore and lose the challenge. (damn you, Ellie...) Fiore already did super well in both S1 and the original Adventure Camp, so i understand why they wouldn't have her go super far again in this season, especially when everyone knows she's such a threat.

i just hope that we can still get a little more closure for her and Alec than we got already in this season. all it has to be is, like, him being sad at her elimination for reasons other than pure strategy and maybe a nice conversation at the finale. it doesn't have to be Alec finally adopting her... even if i did want that to happen... i'd just prefer to know that they leave things on good terms.

anyways, another really solid episode! i look forward to the next one. thanks for reading!

[accihoe]

Fallin' For Ya

Y'all i fell so hard at work today, my laptop cracked rip😭

I tripped up the stairs, brick stairs, and slammed onto the top cement. My laptop landed first then my knees, and elbows. My colleagues were there and saw the whole thing. The two that were still clocking out late with me ran out to help me up. They thought I broke something. Karma loves me💀

I'm walking with my left hand pulling my pants away from the wounds, otherwise the fabric sticks to it and it HURTS

Here's a Steven fic

Pairing: Steven Adler x fem!reader

Summary: Y/N gets to see quite an amusing sight of her work crush.

Warnings: none

A/n: My laptop still works👍🏻

Written in first person

Disclaimer: This is my first EVER any GNR fic, I hope this is accurate enough. I'm not too big on them, but I couldn't imagine a cuter character for this trope.

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Steven was one of those work hard people pleasers, or at least that's what he seemed to be at work. Always striving to make people smile with his infectious smile. Or bringing our boss a "hot cuppa Joe" every time he felt the boss needed one.

There were a few jerks that teased him for it, calling him names, bugging him to take them coffee, calling him the boss's assistant, or... lapdog. That one hurt, I could see it on his face. But he surprised everyone by keeping his smile and serving the jerks with coffee.

I admired his drive, to work hard and wear a smile no matter what life threw at him, which I knew it did lots of. He stayed calm and collected when someone snapped at him. People liked to take their anger out on him, even though he was a sweetheart. I wondered if it bugged him, and what he did to hide the hurt. Sometimes I'd imagine him crying behind his steering wheel before driving to his lonely home.

Was I quick to judge? He seemed like the type in a movie where he had a brave and enthusiastic face at work, always doing his best to bring light into the lives of others. But as soon as everyone was gone, he'd crumble and drive to an empty house with one fat cat, who'd disappeared as soon as its owner arrived.

"What're you doing back here so late?"

Tom called from the corridor, Joe stood behind him.

"Oh, I'm getting in some overtime. I need the money for Christmas."

"Nice. Same. Except, we're not actually working."

They cackled amongst themselves, I hummed, filing the paperwork. I slammed the file shut, shoving it in my bag.

"I'm joining you."

I gathered my few belongings and got up with them. We sat in the front, all sharing one last bottle of beer Joe had managed to sneak in, Twisted Sister playing from the old radio.

"Well would you look at that."

Joe mused, taking a swig of the beer. Tom took the bottle from him.

"Ducky boy's still here."

Tom finished what Joe was going to say. The two baffled me. Always in sync and yet not related by a single strand of D-

We heard a loud thud. All of our heads whipped towards the sound, just in time to see Steven, my work crush, plummet to the ground. His portable phone hit the ground first, and Joe, myself, and Tom hissed behind our teeth as we heard it crack.

Next went his knees, which I was sure would bleed, maybe even crack. I scrunched my nose up, wincing for the guy as his elbows hit the hard concrete floor, blonde hair whipping out of the ponytail.

"Dude... I think be might've broken something."

Joe said. On instinct, Tom and I jumped up. All three of us were sure that this was the first time we'd see him lash out, or swear, or scream. But as Tom pushed the heavy glass door open we heard him laughing.

"Steve, dude, are you alright?"

Tom stepped out, me behind him. Steven nodded, still laughing. He gathered his belongings and Tom stepped forward, holding his hand out to Steven. Steven took it, and Tom pulled him up.

"Thanks, man."

Steven was still laughing. We were silent, unsure of why he was laughing, the fall was pretty hard, and embarrassing, and his phone had completely shattered, pieces still on the floor.

"Are you fine?"

Joe asked from the door. The beer bottle was empty. Steven nodded, smoothing down his work attire.

"Yeah, yeah I am. Thank you. You have yourself a nice evening."

He walked to his car.

"Dude, Steven! Aren't you going to the club? Everybody from work's going to be there."

Tom called out.

"Oh? I uh... no, but thanks."

He shook his head with a polite smile, getting into his car. Tom and I shared a look as Joe stared sadly at the empty beer bottle.

"Do you boys know where he lives?"

"Yeah he lives down past fourth."

Joe pointed with the bottle.

"That's close to me! I'm ditching the party. Want to make sure his knees aren't broken."

Tom purred, and I rolled my eyes, slinging my bag over my shoulder.

"Go get him tiger!"

Joe called as I unlocked my car door.

"Atta girl!"

Tom cheered, too. I honked at them, driving off with the stereo blasting my mixtape. Once home, I rid myself of the uncomfortable work attire and dressed into shorts and a Thin Lizzy t-shirt. I wasted no more time before driving to Steven's. I knocked on the green door, bag in hand. The man who opened the door looked nothing like the man from work.

His eyes were red and swollen, cheeks and nose flushed, hair matted and everywhere, tie still loosely around his neck, shirt wrinkled and unbuttoned, trousers soaked with blood at his knees.

"Steven..."

I managed to breathe out. His eyes nearly popped out of his skull when he registered who was standing in front of him. His eyes quickly trailed down and up my figure.

"I-I uh, I'm sorry- now's not a good ti-"

"Are you alone?"

He nodded.

"Then it is."

I pushed past him into his house, closing the door behind me. He stood awkwardly at the door, rubbing his wrist. Their was a faint gleam of smoke hanging around the room, and the kitchen smelt like something had burnt.

"I uh, I'd offer you some soup..."

He chuckled awkward.

"Steve, I admire you, but how did you burn soup?"

I couldn't help but laugh, and thankfully, he joined.

"Don't even ask."

He chuckled as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"So uh, what is it that I can help you with? Why are you here, I mean. Not that I don't want you here! Just... just curious."

I smiled, unpacking the bag onto the table.

"I didn't want you to be alone. Besides I didn't feel like the club tonight anyway."

He stepped closer, face looking scared.

"Y/N/N, I don't, you don't know me, other than work I mean. We hardly talk. Why would you... why would you think I'd be alone?"

"I dunno Steve, I just get the feeling that the guy at work is just a facade."

He dropped onto the couch, hands clasped together.

"I mean, I am a happy person, totally. And I'm really sorry you caught me at a bad time. But it's lonely, you know. I got a cat. Thought that would help. But the thing runs away as soon as I'm home. I don't even know what color it is."

Both of us laughed at his end statement.

"Well, I'm here, and my movies and snacks are here. But, first, we've got to get your knees patched up. I bet they sting."

I gestured towards his rolled up beige pants. He nodded with a lopsided grin. I got his mini emergency kit and cleaned the wounds, apologising when his breath hitched. I also cleaned his elbows and arms that had been scraped as well. I added an ointment and then covered both knees with band aids.

"There we go. Now the skin won't stick to your clothes. Sucks when that happens."

"Wow, thank you so much, Y/N. You're- you're real great, ya know that? How do you take your coffee? Because you've just scored yourself a delivery boy."

His head was leaning against the couch and tilted to look at me. I chuckled, putting the supplies away.

"I like tea, actually. No sugar. Not too strong."

A boyish grin spread across his face. I wanted to pinch his cheek. Before long, we were settled, watching some kids' movies so we could chat whenever we wanted to. I noticed he kept shifting where he was sitting.

"You alright, Steve?"

"Yeah, thanks. Fall just hurt my back a little too."

"Oh, I'm sorry... uh... here, come lie here."

I shifted so that I was lying on the couch, and there was enough space for him to worm against me.

"I-I'm sorry?"

He tilted his head with that boyish grin. I patted the space on the couch. Slowly, mischievously, and happily, he made his way to me. Eventually, he ended up having to lie with his back against my chest and his legs between mine. We didn't fit otherwise.

"You're absolutely positive you're fine with this?"

He craned his neck to look back at me, boyish grin still plastered on his face.

"More than. Don't you worry about me."

I brushed a golden lock from his face. He shuffled a bit, finding his comfy spot, and sighed. I felt his body completely relaxed over mine, his eyes fluttered shut, a content grin on his lips.

"You dunno how long I've wanted this. Or any form of contact with you."

He grinned happily.

"Me too. No offense, but I'm glad you fell."

His eyes peeled open.

"Wait, that's why you came here?"

"Mostly. But I was also worried when you flaked on the party."

"Oh yeah... about that... I flaked 'cause I didn't get an invite."

"What!? You didn't get an invite? But you're the the coolest person at work!"

"Guess they didn't want the teacher's pet ruining the fun."

"Well, I'm going to start bunking class with you then. And it'll be a bit of a job to get Joe and Tom away from the alcohol, but I'm sure we can get them to join us too. We'll be a little bandit of bunkers. And I'll get others to join us too. Nobody throws a party without inviting Ducky."

"....Who?"

"Oh snap. I just snitched on the entire office. We call you Ducky, it means charming or delightful."

"Is that why every single person at work gave me a rubber duck for Christmas last year?"

I burst out laughing as I nodded, shaking poor Steven in the process.

"I had no idea where to put them all. So they sleep on the guest bed."

"You didn't box or chuck em?"

"No! They were a gift."

He truly was a delight.

"You're something else, Ducky. And we love you for it. Even the assholes love you."

That made a warm and fuzzy smile appear on his face.

"Why don't I get invited then?"

"I actually don't know... Do you get any mail?"

"Oh! Wait, huh, come to think of it, I forgot about my mailbox in the lobby. Maybe I did get invited after all!"

He tilted his head back, grinning at me.

"Steven..."

I exhaled, not believing he had most probably been invited, but stayed home alone and sad each time because he forgot to check his mail.

"You're not mad, are you? I'm so sorry, I really genuinely forgot about my mailbox. I really am sorry."

He shifted up, leaning his cheek against my chest.

"Duce. We could've been out drinking now."

I flicked his forehead gently.

"But this so much better, don't you agree?"

He mused, tugging the blanket closer.

"Yeah, it is."

I moved another strand of hair away.

"Uh, I don't wanna be pushy. But Y/N... what are we?"

"We're whatever you want us to be, Steven Adler."

"Will you be my girlfriend then?"

"I'd love to."

His eyes fluttered shut, and a content grin made itself at home on his beautiful face. He snuggled further into me, his bare legs against mine.

"Thanks for bein' you, Y/N/N. I've liked you since I've been working with you."

"And I you, Stevie."

"Glad it worked out like this. Just surprised it took me plummeting into concrete for us to conjoin."

A laugh escaped me again.

"Yeah, but now you know how I feel. That's how hard I fell for you."

"You're making me blush."

He mumbled, tugging the blanket up to his chin. True to his work, his cheeks were dusted with a scarlet hue.

Xxxx

This turned out WAY longer than I expected. Maybe I will write more for him

[hotpinkboots]

hii!<3 I just wanted to say i absolutely LOVEE ur work girl, your mettaton x reader stuff make me literally giggle and kick my feet 😭 can i request something a bit specific?

So like.. reader is very.. VERY obsessed with a fictional character like.. it's all they think about, and mettaton is kind of, actually. Full on JEALOUS so he pulls some stunt that makes the reader finally turn his attention back to metta and he's like "OH MY GOSH! FINALLY, MY DARLING!" Sorry if this is long!</3

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・୨ ✦ ୧・|"They Aren't Even Real!" - Jealous!Mettaton x Reader

(Mini-Headcanons/Oneshot)

You could hear him cackling happily, which only served to annoy you further. You couldn't remember the last time you had run this far or fast.

A/N: DJFGBADLFGHA DARLING DARLING DARLING I LOVE WHEN I GET METTATON REQUESTS THANK YOUUU I'm so happy you like my Mettaton x Reader stuff :D I have a grand time writing it!

Warning(s): Jealousy (but it's funny not yandere), I playfully call having a huge crush on a ficitonal character an "illness" to poke fun at you (and myself) because I'm fond of teasing my readers (ily), Mettaton himself is a warning

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~At first, he thought it was cute. Mettaton would tease you and surprise you with merchandise of your favorite character. If they have voice lines, he'd quote them at you to make you squeal. Then he'd announce that he's obviously better than them and wait for you to agree. You agreed every time without fail. "Of course you're better! I love you!" And it would end in giggling and kisses.

~Then one day you didn't agree with him. Not because you truly thought they were better than Mettaton, but just to get a rise out of him. You also had been obsessing even MORE lately. Staring at your phone, squealing with glossy eyes and gasping at cute fanart. Mettaton found that it was becoming a bit annoying.

~You're supposed to be looking at HIM that way! Mettaton doesn't mind sharing the spotlight with fictional characters and would love to tease you about it, but the moment you become so ensnared that you don't even look up from your screen anymore, he's ticked off.

. . .

"Aww." "Oh, look at that one!" "OH THEY'RE ADORABLE-"

This had gone on for a good three hours. It was Saturday. You had nothing to do but to hang around and stare at your phone, admiring the Undernet's version of Pinterest. Your boyfriend was also sitting next to you, but who cares.

...You didn't really think that. That was Mettaton's perspective. You did care.

Mettaton crossed his arms and sunk back into his seat. How long had you been doing this now? Your outbursts were irritating him.

"A DRESS? Yes, put them in a dress, they look wonderful-" You began rambling. Your lover interrupted quickly.

"I LOOK WONDERFUL IN A DRESS," Mettaton announced loudly, causing you to jerk your head back in surprise.

You agreed cheerfully that he did in fact, look wonderful in a dress. Then you continued scrolling.

"Darling, really, they aren't even real!" He stated the obvious, grasping at straws.

Mettaton gave a very, very long sigh of annoyance. A good 15 second sigh. You didn't even ask a half-hearted 'are you okay?'. Nothing. You knew he was fine, probably just looking for attention. The problem wasn't a lack of general attention, it was a lack of YOUR attention, which was far superior to any attention he could possibly get from anybody else.

Still nothing.

Mettaton had already complained to Alphys about your behavior. She sided with you quickly, telling him that it was understandable, especially since you were in love with THAT character. They were so cute and charming and silly and-

...And Alphys was busy staring at her phone, too. At some fictional character. No wonder she defended you instantly, she had the same illness you did.

He had stared at her blankly. That didn't help.

Now, you were at it again. Scrolling. Squealing. Possibly crying because they were so precious to you.

He decided it was time to take action.

Mettaton jumped to his feet and snatched your phone.

You screamed.

"GIVE IT BACK! WHAT ARE YOU DOING-"

Your idiot robot lover ran out the door without a word. You followed furiously, calling after him desperately. It was just common knowledge to NOT grab someone else's phone without permission.

Mettaton had long legs and could easily outrun you- and he did, but occasionally he'd slow down so you could catch up to him. Then he'd scream dramatically and continue trotting off the moment you were within arm's reach.

You, on the other hand, felt mortified. What if he looked at your search history? What if he looked through your texts? What would he do with it??

"METTATON!" You howled after him, running into monsters and various objects, tripping on the ground and pushing yourself to keep track of him.

You could hear him cackling happily, which only served to annoy you further. You couldn't remember the last time you had run this far or fast.

Mettaton trotted into an elevator and waved at you just as the doors closed. You smacked the door. "OPEN- Dammit!" Forced to take the next elevator up. For a moment, you felt dazed- he could be anywhere in Hotland with your poor phone, doing who knows what on it. The elevator ride felt longer than ever, and the moment the doors opened wide enough for you to fit, you dashed through. You had decided to go to his Hotel, because knowing him, he probably was playing chase and not hide and seek. He WANTED you to find him easily.

You burst in and scoured the Hotel for signs of him.

Burgerpants was standing by the fountain, looking miserable as ever. He didn't even speak to you, but he did give you a knowing look and pointed with his weird paw in the direction you should go- towards the fancy restaurant to the left of the hotel lobby.

After thanking him, you obeyed the hint and walked in.

Indeed, there was Mettaton, sitting at a table with a pretty tablecloth on it and a candle in the center. Your favorite dish was sitting there, hot and fresh for you.

Your phone was next to the plate, on and looking untouched.

You stopped running, panting from the struggle of keeping up. "What- what's this?" You wheezed out.

"Oh, darling, I didn't know you'd be so exhausted. Come sit." Mettaton stood up and took hold of your shoulders to guide you to the seat. Something told you that by the tiny grin on his face that he did know you'd be exhausted.

The first thing you did was pick up your phone instantly like it was sitting on a sizzling pan. You searched it for anything he could've done, but it seemed just fine.

Mettaton sat across from you.

"I didn't look," he promised honestly.

The only thing he had done was take a silly selfie of himself and set it as your wallpaper. Your tabs weren't even closed. He had left everything.

You sighed and set your phone down, running your hands through your hair. "I hate you," you muttered, shutting your eyes in defeat.

Mettaton scoffed. "Okay, well, I love you. And I made dinner for you, darling. Your favorite. Who cares."

"Well, you didn't have to make me run a marathon for it, you could've TOLD me," You snapped.

"You wouldn't stop staring at that character long enough for me to tell you!" He retorted.

...

He's right.

You opened your eyes and looked down at your meal. It was prepared perfectly. He told you he made it, not that he ordered it or set it up. You glanced up at him. "You made-?"

"Yes! Aren't I cute?"

...

You blinked.

"And it's not a pra-"

"NO, it's ACTUAL FOOD not a "Cooking With A Killer Robot" prank!" He insisted, waving his hand at you dismissively. "Eat it. It took me months to perfect. If it's good, I think I'll make it in the shape of my face and sell it."

You snorted in amusement.

It was delicious. You spent the night giggling and chatting with him, no phone in sight. Mettaton doted on you all night long, presenting you with gifts and kisses.

Your fictional crush couldn't even compare to your true lover.

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~Love, HotPinkBoots

[minniiaa]

*rolls down window, throws new story out and drives away tires screeching*

This one just came to me and I couldn't help but write it. I continue to question why I like to make myself (and LawLu) suffer. Either way, I'm very proud of this first chapter. I hope you enjoy.

(One Piece, Law x Luffy, Explicit)

Law spent ten years praying that his soulmate would never find him. He couldn't accept that his life would be decided by something as arbitrary as "fate." Even after he met his soulmate, Luffy, and everything felt right, Law still desired to break free from the chains that tried to bind him.

Luffy had been waiting for his soulmate for as long as he could remember. He is overjoyed when he finds him in the form of Law. He's everything Luffy ever dreamed his soulmate would be and more. He just can't understand why Law won't simply love him as fate decided.

Together, they face a problem much bigger than their feelings for each other—soul bindings are absolute. If you reject your soulmate, you die.

Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Modern, Setting, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Rejection, Falling In Love, Smut, Anal Sex, Switch Monkey D. Luffy, Switch Trafalgar D. Water Law, Self-Harm, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Eventual Happy Ending, Law is Fucked Up, My Demons are Cackling As I Write This

[amethystina]

Hello !!! I hope u r well and recovering 💘

Fir the ask game: 🤡❌️👀

Unfortunately, things are still pretty rough but I'm hanging in there :)

🤡 What’s a line, scene, or exchange you’ve written that made you laugh?

I'm not sure if there is such a line, to be honest. Mainly because most of the things I write aren't all that funny, but also because it takes a lot for me to laugh when it's my own writing. Because I already know the punchline before the joke's even started, so it's just not that exciting. If that makes sense?

That said, Yoon Sa Wol from Black Knight is an absolute hoot to write and there is one exchange in particular that definitely makes me want to cackle whenever I think about it. It's when he's talking to 4-1 (a coworker of his) and they accidentally stumble onto the subject of whether or not Sa Wol could have sex with 5-8 (the dude he is definitely interested in having sex with) and the following happens:

All things considered, it didn't seem like a bad idea at all. 4-1 didn't seem to agree. She gave him a flat look, as if the answer should be obvious. "He'd eat you for breakfast." Sa Wol paused for a beat but, really, the only thing he could think to say was: "I mean, wouldn't that be the whole point?" 4-1 let out a choked noise that sounded outright painful.

SA WOL, NO.

But also, kudos on being so goddamn shameless.

❌ What’s a trope you will never write?

I'm not sure if there is one? Because, sure, I'm not personally into mpreg or A/B/O but I can't say I'll never write them. Like, if someone gave me enough money to write those tropes, I probably would. We get money where we can in this economy xD

I think the closest I come to a complete "I refuse to write this" are the things I find triggering or just don't agree with on a moral level. So I'd have a hard time glorifying abuse, for example, or write something that involves incest or non-con between a romantic couple. The kind where transgressions are eventually forgiven or brushed aside because "they actually love them and it was just a mistake" and that kind of stuff.

There's a reason why I'm so determined to call out Yo Han's bullshit in my Devil Judge fics, for example, and why Moon Jo is such a lovesick simp in my Strangers From Hell fic. I find them to be incredibly fascinating as characters, but I admit I would never be able to write them doing something along those lines. They both skirt the line from time to time — which is sort of the point in some ways — but I try to criticise the behaviour rather than excuse or glorify it.

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

I kind of mentioned all of them when I did the WIP Tag Game not too long ago, so you can see what they are and read about them if you look at this tag right here!

But aside from that, I can say that I'm currently trying to edit and post chapter six of A New Dawn (Begins With Us), and, after that, I'm going to try and edit chapter 3 of The Right Set of Circumstances, and, after that, I... well, I don't know x'D I'll either try to edit Thou Shalt Not Covet or maybe I'll allow myself to write chapter 42 of Who Holds the Devil.

I'm kind of holding that chapter hostage right now since I HATE editing and would much rather write — it's just so much more fun. But if I only wrote and didn't edit, I would never post anything, so I kind of have to force myself to edit from time to time, too.

And it's extra annoying right now since I'm so feverish and that just makes editing ten times worse for some reason?

So yeah. I have a lot going on right now in terms of WIPs and it's kind of beginning to feel like a second job, not going to lie x'D

Thank you so much for the ask! :D

Fanfic Writer Emoji Ask

[scullymurphy]

Two questions for you, as someone who just finished BL/FD:

How dare you?

What recommendations do you have for dealing with my BL/FD hangover? And BEFORE YOU SUGGEST ANYTHING please know that yes, I did immediately reread them. It’s literally all I’ve done this past week. I want (NEED) a young Harrison Ford to slice these fica open and shove my prone form inside them to keep me warm through winter.

Thank you for writing them and sharing them with the world!!

Looool!! I loved getting this in my inbox, THANK YOU! Fandom moves so fast that it's easy to feel like your work is done and dusted. You have no idea how happy it makes me to see it's still delighting and moving readers like you.😭🥰

To answer your questions:

I'm so sorry, I know. I wrote these two stories from a place of pure self-indulgence during the pandemic and some personal hard times. So I poured a lot of angst and emotion into them. Falling Dark especially does not pull any punches. So I do apologize, kind of 😈. I confess I love to make my readers cry and/or miss sleep and school or work. I need one of those 'tears of my readers' mugs!

Gah, I LOVE that you re-read already! And I mean, I wrote Teach Me How to Forget pretty quickly after FD wrapped in my own bid to staunch my hangover. It's the lighthearted, low-stakes, low-stress, few obstacles Dramione puff piece I needed to immerse myself in after all that angst. It's also got a rom-com 'young professionals in the city' vibe that's very different from the settings of BL and FD. So there's always that! And stories by other writers that have truly immersed me are Love and Other Historical Accidents by my great friend PacificRimbaud, Dancer Adjusting Her Shoulder Strap by adathoroughgood2018 (do not be put off by the fact that it's missing a last chapter--it's just an epilogue and it's truly not needed), ANYfreakingthing by provocative_envy (seriously do not limit yourself to her Dramione) and Hot for Teacher by MotherofBulls, which will have you cackling all the angst right out of your system. If you're in the mood for holiday stuff, the D/Hr Advent fest is posting right now, and giving some truly delightful stories and art. I have a story in the fest this year, and there are something like 13 years of collections, all of which contain absolute gems. ALSO, I may be (cough cough) posting a new WIP come January time. Although it will NOT be lighthearted or fun. We will all be on a dark, broody train with D&H trying to solve heinous crimes...

ANYway, thank you so much for this ask. It brightened my day immeasurably. xoxo ~Scully

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Tumblr Top 10 2024

hehe i know i didn't post much last year, but i thought i'd share my top ten posts from 2024!! just a little recap for funsies yknow? i think this is my first time sharing it (mostly bc i always forget to check) but yeah! :D

1 - Secret {Astarion x Reader}

hehe i'm not surprised that this one was popular since Astarion is so well loved!! i haven't actually played much bg3 yet but he still is so cute so i had a lot of fun writing this~

2 - Antivenin {Kai, Cole, Jay, Zane}

this one was posted really early last year but it was sooo fun to write!! i wrote it after i had kind of gotten burnt out from writing, so it was a really nice piece to have fun with

3 - Rebuilding {Optimus Prime and Megatron}

i'm actually so happy this made it on the list HAHA i was worried that not many people would be into transformers!! this one was actually going to end up being reeeeally shippy but i decided to hold back a little bit hehe but that means i can write a shippy sequel!!! >:)

4 - Mistletoe {Caitlyn x Vi}

i'm so pleased this made it into the top 10 i feel like f/f ships don't get enough love!! im still so obsessed with arcane so please expect more fluffy silly caitvi romance bc they make me crazy

5 - Nindroid Abilities {Zane and Cole}

this was my first commission!!! i haven't done any since and i think it'll be a little bit before i open myself up to them again hehe but i had so much fun with this one i really enjoyed working on it :)

6 - Transformers: One Tickle Headcanons!

again, transformers brainrot reigns supreme!! lol im really hoping to write more transformers stuff this year so please look forward to it mwahaha

7 - Hide and Seek {Kai and Lloyd}

lowkey i forgot i wrote this but i love kai and lloyd's big bro and little bro dynamic so muchhhh im actually working on a fic with the two of them right now haha so yep!

8 - Icing Cookies {Ekko x Jinx}

grrrr ekko is my fav from arcane and hes so sweet i loved writing this... i think he will definitely end up getting more attention from me this year as well because he is so special to me and i will give plenty of love to jinx as well!!

9 - Cuddles {Xiao x Venti}

i also forgot about this one but im glad my xiaoven roots are still strong!! i feel like ive written more xiaoven than anything else and they hold a really special place in my heart so im glad theyre here hehe

10 - Cackle {Gale x Reader}

i am actually a bit surprised abt this one!! i love gale so much and im glad everyone else seems to as well hehe he seems like he'd be sooo tickleable!! im hoping to write a bit more of him as well but i need to probably play more of the game first lol

thank you all for sticking with me through last year!!! i know my posting was spotty at best but im really falling back in love with writing and im hoping to make 2025 a really fun writing year :D

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boo! 👻 trick or treat!

(i have no idea if this ask game has any rules because i wasn’t able to spend more than 3 minutes on tumblr in days (! 😩) and i feel so lost, but… - err, i don’t know where i wanted to go with that sentence - fic snippet please? 🤲 🫶)

BOO!!! :D and no worries friend, its still on-going!! but also u can request fic snippets from me anytime <3333 re this ask game for anyone wondering tho, the official explanation post is here! any time from now thru halloween, send a trick or treat ask, and i'll post a headcanon or something about a fic/wip. i'm about to get really busy so my recommendation is people send requests for headcanons or ask me questions about stuff i've already posted since it takes me a lil time to go searching for fic snippets that aren't too long or out of context. anyways! another making assumptions snippet. i have. so much to write before i get to this particular scene, but it is one of my FAVORITE bits i have written. i love writing kinn & kim so much guys 😭❤

Kim enters his building’s lobby. He’s paying more mind to potential excuses to visit Chay again this evening than his immediate surroundings, which is why he doesn’t see the trap until it’s too late to run. 

“Kim!” Kinn calls from one of the lobby’s benches, waving enthusiastically. 

Kim freezes and stares at his brother with wide eyes. For half a second, Kim worries if he’s cracked under all the stress and started hallucinating, but then Kinn turns to Kim's neighbors sitting by him and bids his goodbyes and Kim knows this is real—Kinn visiting is a familiar fantasy, but Kim would never in a million years subject himself to Kinn making friends with any of his neighbors, much less Maria and Som, who live in the apartment across from his and sometimes invite him over for dinner and fashion consultations. 

Kim doesn't know how to pick through the swirl of emotions he feels as he watches Som coo and pat Kinn’s cheek affectionately. Kinn has the awkward charm of a puppy still trying to discover its feet when he’s not trying to be important, and of course that charm works like a miracle on nice old ladies who had responded to Kim’s surly glares with affection and cookies until he finally stopped bristling like an alley cat whenever they invited him to dinner. Kim wonders if they’ve already lured Kinn in with sweets too, and the odd lump in his throat tries to sink into his spine. 

“What are you doing here?” Kim demands, not unpacking any of that. 

The discreet security guard looks over at Kim’s sharp tone, and Maria’s pleasant smile slips into concern as she looks between Kim and Kinn, and Som immediately frowns and her hand goes for something in her purse even though she’d been cooing over Kinn just two seconds ago, all of which is very nice of them but Kim doesn’t actually want to see his brother tased or pepper sprayed. Kinn ignores all of them, even though Kim knows he’s not that oblivious, and beams in a way that sets off all of Kim’s internal alarm bells. 

“I’m here to give my precious little brother advice on romance and love, of course!”

Kim goes bright red from his roots to his feet. 

“Kinn.”

Kinn cackles, because he is evil, and Kim starts dragging him to the elevator, because the rest of the lobby might have relaxed at that proclamation and no longer looks ready to kick Kinn’s ass out, but Kim will not be having this conversation in public, for fuck’s sake Kinn. 

“Oh Kim, a crush is nothing to be ashamed about. As a man happily in love myself…”

Kim scoops up one of the lobby magazines and whacks Kinn over the head until he stops talking. 

“Why! Are! You! Like! This!”

Kim punctuates each word with a smack of his new magazine. Kinn just laughs. A foolish thing to do, because Kim’s been improvising deadly weapons from random household shit since he was eight and while he hasn’t figured out any uses for a magazine yet, he’s about to. 

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"One In The Same"

A Blitzwing x Mech!Reader fanfic

Word count: 1.7k

Chapter 1: Two Cats In An Alley

“Ugh Ratchet come on!” I whined as the medic messed around with some cables connected to the back of my helm. “It's itching really badly.”

“Hold still, Y/D.” Ratchet scolded me. “I'm almost done making adjustments to your stabilizing collar.”

“Yeah um, you never really explained what that thing does?” Sari commented as she sat on my pede and watched the medic work.

“It keeps me from going crazy!” I cackled as my optics turned orange. “Which is just crazy to think about!” 

“Hey!” Ratchet huffed as he lightly whacked my helm with a wrench. “Quit moving! Don't want to cross wires.”

“Sorry docbot.” I said meekly as my optics returned to blue. 

“As Y/D was so eloquently explaining,” Ratchet said with a thick layer of sarcasm. “The stabilizing collar helps control his changing mental states. They used to be far more volatile than before, so I know I'm going in the right direction with these adjustments.”

“How bad?” Sari asked with a sympathetic look.

“He used to switch states around every 5 to 10 earth minutes.” the medic explained. “Now it’s mostly under control.” Ratchet finished the adjustments and reconnected the 3 cables to the collar, my frame stiffening for a second before relaxing. “There, that should do it. And don't you think about trying that stunt again!”

“Hey! It was Bumblebee’s idea to go drag racing in the mud!” I laughed.

“DON’T BRING ME INTO THIS!” Bumblebee yelled from where he was playing video games on the makeshift sofa. 

“Aww, you're still mad I beat you?” I teased.

“Only because I didn't calculate how slippery mud is.” Bumblebee countered.

“Heh, sure, Bee, whatever you say.” I snickered before looking at Ratchet. “Can't promise I won't ask for a rematch.”

“I mean it, Y/D.” Ratchet scolded. “No more dangerous drag races. You almost ripped your processor out.”

“Yeah yeah I know.” I sighed, my tone becoming more meek and somber. “Thanks for fixing it, though.”

“It's not a problem, Y/D. You just need to be more careful.” Ratchet said. 

“No promises. But I'll try.” I chuckled. 

“Hey Sari!” Bumblebee called over to the girl. “Wanna play that stick game with the wheels and the little black plastic thing?”

“you mean street hockey?” Sari laughed as she hopped off my pede. “yeah! Let me get my gear.” 

I watched the little organic run off to her best friend, and a small smile crept up on my dermas. 

“It's crazy to think we'd end up here.” I said to Ratchet. “Thousands of light years from Cybertron on an organic planet filled with such variety to defend the very essence of Cybertronian life.”

“It is… quite a different experience.” Ratchet said. “Certainly not one I'd expect for myself.”

“Y/D, are you ready for your patrol?” Optimus asked as he entered the makeshift medbay. 

“Yeah, if uh, it's okay with you, Ratchet.” I asked the medic.

“Just don't do anything stupid.” Ratchet said.

“Yeah yeah I won't.” I chuckled as I strode out of the base and shifted to my ground mode, taking to the streets with a slight roar of my engine. 

My patrols were usually uneventful since I wasn't really supposed to go far from the Autobot base. But that didn't stop me from occasionally breaking my routes when necessary. 

And today was no exception.

“Optimus.” I called over the comlink as two red streaks of light rushed by me overhead, followed by the sound of something massive crashing not far ahead. “We've got a disturbance downtown. I'm going to investigate.”

“Be careful, Y/D.” Optimus said. 

I headed towards the crash site and saw a billow of smoke rising up out of a massive crator. News report drones buzzed about the impact site and were no doubt broadcasting the whole thing. I shifted forms, and using some tricks Prowl had taught me, I carefully crept my way closer to the edge.  

I saw two massive figures climb up from the crater, and I instantly dove for cover. I rolled to the side and pressed my back against a shipping container that was sitting next to a bunch of construction equipment. 

“Optimus.” I whispered over the comlink. “We have 2 big baddies here. Lock on my coordinates. Hurry.”

“Zis can't be those miserable Autobots!” A voice snapped, followed by the sound of crunching metal. “They're far too small!” I then heard some sort of transformation noise that I couldn't identify followed by a new yet similar voice. “But look at zat one!” It cackled, followed by heavy pedesteps dangerously close to where I was hiding. “It's big, it's bold, it's sassy!”

‘The frag?’ I thought to myself. ‘Who is this bot?’ I peeked around the side just in time to see a massive purple and green mech throw another that I didn't get a good look at to the side, his singular crimson optic fixating onto one of the wrecking ball machines.

“YOU!” He bellowed. “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH OUR BELOVED LEADER, MEGATRON? TALK!”

‘Megatron?’ I thought. ‘Oh scrud! They're Decepticons!’

“Optimus, I'm a sitting scraplet out here!” I hissed over the comms. “Wherever you are, you'd better get here quick bef-”

“What was that?” The purple and green mech snarled as his attention was shifted to my hiding place.

“Scrap!” I whispered as I hid from view, my spark thundering in my chassis as if it were going to explode at any moment. 

Suddenly, the shipping container I was taking shelter behind was flung away, the jolt from the movement throwing me onto my side. I looked up to see a massive tan and violet Decepticon with broad shoulders, double barrel cannons, wings, and… tank treads?

I scrambled to my pedes as my optics went absolutely wide in awe. Was I seeing things? Was I really seeing another one like me? I had to make sure. 

Cautiously, but curiously, I circled the Decepticon, his blue faced helm, and crimson optics following my movements with equal curiosity. 

“You.” I whispered. “You're… you're like me?” Before the other triple changer could answer, the green and purple mech turned around and spotted me.

“YOU! AUTOBOT!” The mech bellowed as he stormed up to me and grabbed my smaller frame in his massive servo. 

“LET ME GO!” I begged as I squirmed in his grip, panic flooding me and tears pooling in my optics. 

“WHERE IS MEGATRON!?” He barked, his grip tightening onto my frame and slowly crushing the metal of my armor with sickening crunching sounds. I screamed in pain, and the tears fell, my vents rasping as i struggled to get air. “TALK!”

“S-stop!” I begged, the mech squeezing again and forcing a shriek out of me. 

“I SAID TALK!”

“Lugnut.” The triple changer said coldly. “Give him to me.”

“Why?” The mech, Lugnut, questioned. I heard the sound from before and saw a new face appear on the triple changer, this one red and very angry.

“YOU CLAMBERING CLANK CLUTZ! GIVE ME ZE AUTOBOT! OR I'LL POUND YOU TO SLAG!”

“Not until he tells me where Megatron is!” Lugnut's grip tightened even more, and I felt two of my four helicopter blades snap. I screamed, and my optics went wide with tears that poured out like waterfalls. 

“I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!” I sobbed violently. “PLEASE STOP! STOP! IT HURTS IT HURTS!”

“Zat's enough Lugnut.” The cool tone of the triple changer said. 

“He's hiding the truth Blitzwing. I know it.” Lugnut growled. I looked over to the triple changer with a pleading and pain filled gaze. Blitzwing swapped back to the angry red face and growled at Lugnut.

“GIVE THE AUTOBOT TO ME! NOW!” He barked. “OR I'LL BREAK YOUR ONLY OPTIC AND MAKE YOU EAT IT!”

“Y/D!” I heard Ratchet call as he and the others finally rolled up onto the scene.

“Ohohoho!” Blitzwing cackled as his face shifted to a black screen with a red jack-o-lantern like intake and optics. “Zere are more of them!”

“Let him go, Decepticon!” Optimus barked.

“As you wish.” Lugnut sneered before throwing my extremely damaged frame to the Autobots. I yelped in pain as I tumbled and bounced on the hard ground, eventually sliding to a stop.

“Kid!” Ratchet cried out as he quickly ran to my sobbing side as the others attacked the Decepticons. 

“It… it hurts.” I sobbed with rapid vents as panic took over. 

“Hey hey look at me.” Ratchet said calmly. “It's okay, I'll get you out of here.”

“Ratchet. I-I-I…. Can't vent! Can't vent can't vent!” My audials rang loudly, and my internal systems blared with alerts, my vision going staticky as everything siezed up. I could barely see Ratchet say something to me, but the ringing in my audials drowned out what he said.

Then everything went black as one last warning displayed.

[Initiating Shutdown]

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“Ratchet, is he going to be okay?” Optimus asked as the medic laid my damaged frame onto the medical berth, the other Autobots gathering around me with varying expressions of worry and concern.

“With Sari's key, he should be fine physically.” Ratchet said. “But… I'm not so confident in regards to his mental condition.”

“What do you mean?”

“He went into a serious full system shutdown. It's happened before.” The medic said as he looked to my oddly peaceful expression. 

“He'll come out of it, right?” Bumblebee asked with a sad waver in his voice. 

“I… I hope so. But we need Sari's key if we are to find out.”

“I'll go get her.” Bulkhead said. As the big green mech left Bumblebee and Prowl followed close behind, leaving Optimus and Ratchet behind.

“Ratchet,” Optimus said. “When you did this happened before… what do you mean?”

“He's had full system shutdowns before when we were still figuring out how to get his mental states under control.” Ratchet explained. “They… are difficult to deal with and… I fear with each one he has the longer and longer it takes for him to come out of it. The last time this happened it… i thought i lost him forever.”

“Y/D's a tough bot.” Optimus said as he placed a reassuring servo on the medic. “He'll be okay.”

“That's what I keep telling myself.” Ratchet said quietly. After a long silence, a quiet whine left me as my optics cracked open.

“R… Ratchet…” I whispered.

“Hey kid.” Ratchet sighed with relief. 

“H…hurt.”

“I know, Sari will be here in a moment, and you'll feel better, okay?”

“O…okay.”

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