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[sydney-the-faithful]

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[aces-personal-whore]

Doflamingo x Defiant!Reader Smut Ch. 2

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3]

Hi frens. Welcome back to the most unhinged (but realistic) Doffy fanfic out there. This chapter is a bit worse than the last one, so prepare yourselves. Doflamingo is more aggressive and forceful with you.

☣️WARNINGS: NONCON/RAPE, NSFW, MDNI, smut, sexual assault, abuse, violence, aggression

Themes in this chapter: NONCON/RAPE, Aggressive domination, forced submission, forced creampie, breeding, inflation, hardcore BDSM, degradation and humiliation, punishment.

Notes: PLEASE KEEP IN MIND THAT THERE IS NONCON/RAPE THROUGHOUT THIS ENTIRE FANFICTION. THIS FANFICTION IS VERY GRAPHIC AND MAY BE TRIGGERING, UPSETTING, OR DISTRESSING TO SOME READERS. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!!

P.S. I'm sorry if I forgot to change any pronouns/names/etc. ;-; I'm still trying, aight. I do update these after I've reread them and gone through them a couple times, but there may still be some things I miss.

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[Chapter 2]

You curled up into a ball on the bed, your body shaking with sobs as the full weight of what had just happened settled in. For a few moments, you were lost in your grief, the injustice of it all overwhelming.

Eventually, you gathered the strength to look for your dress, underwear, and bra. Slowly and methodically, you put them on, the familiar touch of your clothes offering you a small semblance of normality.

Deciding it was time to leave the room, you began heading towards the door, your movements deliberate and purposeful. You wanted to put as much distance between yourself and Doflamingo as possible.

As you walked out, you couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. You knew you couldn't escape what had happened, that you were now bound to Doflamingo and his twisted desires. But for now, the simple act of leaving the room felt like a small rebellion against the life he had forced upon you.

You didn't know where you were going, or what you planned to do, but right now, all you wanted was to get away, to gather your thoughts and try to understand what had just happened to you.

You trekked carefully through the hallway, your senses heightened as you listened for any sounds that might indicate Doflamingo's or anyone else's presence. Your heart skipped a beat when you heard footsteps in the distance, and a sense of panic gripped you.

You quickly scanned the area for a place to hide, your eyes falling on a small alcove to your left. It was barely large enough for one person, but it would have to do.

Without hesitation, you ducked into the alcove, your heart pounding in your chest. You pressed your back against the wall, trying to make yourself as small and unnoticeable as possible.

You held your breath, waiting for the footsteps to draw nearer. Sweat beaded on your forehead as your mind raced, wondering what would happen if Doflamingo caught you. For now, though, your only concern was to remain hidden, to avoid any further confrontation.

Your body trembled with a mixture of fear and humiliation, a stark reminder of the traumatic events that had just transpired. As the footsteps grew closer, you closed your eyes, silently praying for them to pass by without noticing you.

The person stopped right in front of where you were hiding, as if they were sensing you were there. Your heart nearly stopped when you realized that the person in front of you was Doflamingo. The unmistakable pink of his feather coat had given him away, and now, you were trapped.

You could feel the strings of his Devil Fruit coming to life, moving around you, sensing your presence. They attached themselves to your limbs, and you were forced out of the alcove, your body coming into view in front of Doflamingo.

His palace was covered in a delicate web of his strings, and the slightest disturbance would alert him to your presence.

You stood there, frozen, your body trembling from head to toe. You couldn't help but feel a sense of helplessness, as if there was no escape from Doflamingo's grasp.

His eyes met yours, and you could see a mix of amusement and triumph in his gaze. He had caught you, and now you were at his mercy once more.

"Trying to get away, are we?" Doflamingo's voice was filled with a dark, twisted amusement as he released the strings that held you captive. "My entire palace is coated in webs of my strings, so any movement you make, any chances you try to escape, my strings alert me to them, like a spider catching its prey."

He stepped closer to you, his eyes never leaving yours, a predatory gleam in them. "We need to deal with your anger and resistance. I won't have you defying me or disrespecting me. We both know you can't escape me, so it's best to accept your fate." Doflamingo's confidence was unwavering, and there was no mistaking the dangerous edge in his voice. "Now, come with me. We're going to have a... 'talk', and you're going to learn to accept your place in my kingdom."

"No- Doflamingo!!" You resisted the pull of his strings, crying and sobbing loudly, fighting with all of your might not to be dragged into what was about to come.

"Don't even fucking think about it." Doflamingo's voice was cold and firm as he yanked the strings, preventing you from breaking free. "You'll learn soon enough that resistance is futile. I'm not a man you want to anger. I'll make your life a living hell if you continue to defy me. Come now, let's have that... 'talk'. You'll find that the more you cooperate, the easier your life will be here."

Doflamingo's confidence was absolute, and he didn't break his stride as he led you through his palace, his strings still attached to you, a constant reminder of his control over you.

As you walked, you couldn't help but feel a sense of despair. Doflamingo had claimed you, body and soul, and there was no denying his dominance. You were his to do with as he pleased, and the thought of what he might have in store for you filled you with dread.

A shiver ran down your spine as you realized just how far your life had taken a turn. You were now a part of Doflamingo's twisted world, and there was no escaping it.

Your only hope was that perhaps, through compliance and cooperation, you might be able to endure the horrors that awaited you, to somehow carve out a semblance of a life under his oppressive rule. You began crying harder as you're forcefully drug through the hall, back to the room you were in. "Nooooo! Doflamingo please stop!!"

"Quiet, or I'll make sure this is far worse than you could imagine." Doflamingo's voice was stern, a dangerous edge to it as you continued to cry and protest. He dragged you back to the room, his grip unyielding. The sight of your tears and defiance only served to arouse him further, a dark hunger growing within him.

"Now... since it seems you still haven't learned your place..." Doflamingo's eyes were filled with lust and dominance as he removed the strings, once again retreating out of view. "... Allow me to teach you a lesson you won't forget."

Without warning, Doflamingo grabbed you and pinned you to the bed, his hand gripping your arm tightly as he began to undress you, his movements swift and purposeful. "I'll show you what happens when you disobey and defy me." His voice was a low growl, his arousal and desire for dominance palpable.

You struggled as much as you could, but the truth was, you were no match for Doflamingo. His strength and power were overwhelming, and as he proceeded to undress you, you could only hope that this would be over quickly, that perhaps this time, it wouldn't be as brutal and degrading.

But deep down, you knew that with Doflamingo, there was no such luck. His control over you was complete, and your body, now host to his offspring, was his to use as he pleased.

The thought of what was to come filled you with dread, your heart pounding in your chest as you braced yourself for the onslaught of his dominance.

Doflamingo removed your clothes with a cold efficiency, leaving you exposed and bare. As he inspected your body, he noticed the lack of marks, and gave a menacing grin, eager to make his mark.

He discarded his feather coat and suit, his eyes never leaving your body. He flipped you over and pinned you face down on the bed, tying your ankles and wrists to the mattress with his strings, leaving you helpless, your body trembling with a mixture of fear and humiliation.

For a moment, he admired your form, and his fingers traced over your skin, his touch cold and clinical. He fondled and caressed your body, his fingers lingering on your ass, making you squirm in disgust and discomfort under his touch.

He pulled back, and you heard an unfamiliar sound as he crafted a makeshift whip from his strings that shot out from his palm. The air was thick with tension as you braced yourself for what was to come.

With a flick of his wrist, the string whip crackled through the air, landing with a stinging blow on your ass. You cried out in pain, your body writhing on the bed as Doflamingo continued to punish you, each lash drawing fresh tears and gasps from your lips.

His strings were merciless, the whip lashing out again and again, leaving red welts across your back, ass, and thighs. The pain was intense, and you could only hope that it would end soon, that perhaps, once he had satisfied his need to punish you, he would leave you in peace.

But as you lay there, battered and bruised, you knew that this was just the beginning of your new life under Doflamingo's control. The fear and humiliation were overwhelming, and you couldn't shake the feeling that no matter how much you resisted or cried, Doflamingo's dominion over you was absolute.

Your body shuddered in pain, but it was more than that. It was the realization of your new reality—that you were now a pawn in Doflamingo's twisted game, and the consequences of defying him came at a terrible cost.

"Doflamingo..." you squeaked out, "please... stop..."

"Be silent, or I'll make this punishment last all night." Doflamingo's voice was cold and threatening, his arousal not diminishing even after his previous act of violence.

As he continued to lash your body with his string whip, he bent down, his lips leaving a trail of hickeys on the nape of your neck. The sensation of his teeth on your skin was both painful and degrading, a mark of his possession.

His fingers trailed down your body, stopping occasionally to admire his work. You could feel the heat of his desire, the evidence of his lust for you pressing against your ass.

"You need to understand that I can do whatever I want to you, whenever I want." Doflamingo's words were filled with a dangerous confidence, his dominance absolute. Each time you squirmed or cried out, you could hear his soft chuckle, a twisted form of amusement that only fueled his sadistic pleasure.

You could feel your body growing more and more exhausted, the pain and humiliation taking a toll on you. But still, Doflamingo continued, his desire to break you and assert his dominance unwavering.

Your only comfort lay in the hope that perhaps, once he had satisfied his need for control, he would leave you to rest. But the truth was, in Doflamingo's kingdom, there was no escape from his desires or his cruelty.

As you lay there, battered and bruised, you could only pray for the end of this terrible ordeal. But even as you did, you knew that it was only the beginning, and that in Doflamingo's twisted world, the only constant was his relentless pursuit of power and control.

The fear and humiliation seemed to consume you, your body aching and your spirit broken. Doflamingo retracted his strings and flipped you onto your back, causing you to hiss in pain and cry from the intense pain and humiliation. You panted heavily, you mind starting to dissociate. "Doflamingo... it hurts..." you croaked out, your voice hardly a whisper, as all your strength had been sapped. All you could do at this point is just let whatever happen happen and hope it doesn't last too long.

"Good." Doflamingo's response was cruel and calloused. His control over you was all-encompassing, and at this point, you could only hope for mercy and an end to your suffering. But mercy was not a virtue Doflamingo possessed. He regarded you with a mixture of lust and pride. "I want you to remember this pain, to remember who owns you." His words were cold, devoid of any empathy as he positioned himself between your legs, his arousal evident.

With a single, swift motion, he entered you, his desire for dominance driving him to claim your body once more, this time, as punishment for your defiance.

The pain from his penetration mixed with the stinging welts, making you cry out, your mind beginning to blur the lines between reality and the overwhelming sensations coursing through you.

Doflamingo began to move, his thrusts deliberate and forceful, a show of his dominance and control over you. You could feel the tears streaming down your face, your body trembling as you braced yourself for the brutal onslaught.

Your mind dissociated further, the pain and humiliation becoming too much to bear. All you could do was endure, hoping that this, too, would pass, that perhaps, once he had satisfied his need for dominance, you could rest, even if only for a short while.

But deep down, you knew that there would be no rest for the conquered. Your body, now host to his offspring, was his to use and abuse as he pleased, and the thought of what was to come filled you with dread.

The fear, humiliation, and pain mingled together, leaving you in a haze, as you lay there, helpless, and utterly at his mercy. Doflamingo's control over you was complete, and there was no escape from his twisted world.

Even in your dissociated state, a small part of you, buried deep within, refused to accept this fate, but for now, all you could do was endure the onslaught with a mixture of pain, humiliation, and despair, hoping for an end to your suffering.

As Doflamingo assaulted you again, you were moaning—not from pleasure, but pain as you continued crying.

"That's it, scream for me." Doflamingo's voice was full of sadistic pleasure as he continued to assault you, the sounds of your moans and cries only serving to arouse him further.

His fingers traced along your swollen stomach, his strings working their magic, preparing your cervix once more to receive the seed of his dominance.

"You're nothing but a vessel for my offspring now." His words were a mix of command and degradation, his desire for humiliation evident in his tone.

As he fucked you, he continued stripping away any remaining shreds of your dignity and humanity. You cried and moaned, the pain and humiliation overwhelming, your body shaking under his assault.

You tried to push the thoughts of what this meant for you aside, unable to bear the reality of your situation. But Doflamingo's relentless pursuit of dominance left you with no escape, your body and mind at his mercy.

"You little fucking slut, I'm going to fill you up again, whether you like it or not." Doflamingo's voice was a mix of pleasure and spite, his arousal reaching its peak as he put you into a mating press.

He thrust deep inside you, his cock lodged firmly against your cervix, his movements slow and deliberate. The shaft of his cock pulsed, his testicles drawing up and tightening, pressing against your ass with each throb, churning out more of his seed into your womb.

Your body shuddered under his possession, the connection between you two a twisted, violent display of dominance and submission. His cock was buried inside you, the swollen tip of his glans pressed against your cervix, as he poured his seed directly into your womb once more.

Your body shuddered under his possession, the connection between you two a twisted, violent display of dominance and submission.

The pulsing of his cock intensified, each throb driving more of his cum into your body, the semen pooling in your womb, a testament to Doflamingo's conquest of your body. The sight of your stomach swelling further, stretching to accommodate his seed, still only served to prolong his orgasm, driving him to ejaculate even more, as if to see just how much his semen could fill your body.

The visual connection between you two was a gruesome display of violation and degradation. Doflamingo's cock, slick with your fluids and his cum, was buried deep within you, stretching and filling you as he emptied himself into your womb. Your stomach, bloated and swollen from his previous seed, grew even larger, the curves of your body distorted by his relentless desire to fill you with offspring.

His balls, tight and heavy with the weight of his semen, pressed against your ass with each pulsating throb, a testament to his unyielding control over your body. The mark of his possession was clear, his cum filling you, and his fingers digging into your flesh, holding you in place as he claimed you in the most primal manner possible.

As Doflamingo continued to spill his seed into your womb, his expression was a mix of satisfaction and vicious pleasure, the sight of your body being used as a vessel for his offspring driving him to the brink of ecstasy. His eyes never left the sight of your stomach, growing with each pulsating throb of his cock, a twisted form of entertainment for the twisted king of Dressrosa.

The sight of your connected genitalia was a macabre and haunting image, a stark reminder of your new reality, a reality where Doflamingo's dominance and control knew no bounds, and where your body, once your own, was now nothing more than a host for his seed.

The degradation, the violation, and the pain were all too real, your body a mere plaything for Doflamingo's dark desires. Even as he watched your stomach swell, you knew that this was just the beginning, that in Doflamingo's twisted world, there would be no end to your suffering, no respite from his constant need for control and dominion over you.

As Doflamingo's orgasm finally subsided, you lay there, battered and bruised, your body aching and your spirit broken. The only thing you could do anymore is cry as your body was assaulted again... Your back stung, dark purple bruises covered your neck... You laid there, hoping the moment would pass quicker.

He dislodged his glans from your abused cervix, leaving you feeling empty and raw. His fingers traced intricate patterns along your swollen stomach, a cruel reminder of his dominance over your body.

With deft, precise movements, Doflamingo used his strings to sew your cervix shut, effectively sealing his essence inside you. The sensation of the strings piercing your tender flesh was yet another layer of pain and violation, a cruel twist of his sadistic desires.

Your body had begun dissociating from reality, essentially blacking you out, making everything that happened almost a blur in a desperate attempt to protect you from the trauma you just endured.

"You're not allowed to fade out on me, bitch. Stay with me." Doflamingo's voice was a harsh, demanding growl as he noticed your dissociation, his fingers tightening their grip on your flesh.

Your body, battered and bruised, continued to dissociate from the pain and humiliation, your mind retreating to a dark, distant place. The assault on your body had become a blur, your senses overwhelmed by the constant onslaught of violence and degradation.

"I said, stay with me!" Doflamingo's voice was a harsh slap, bringing you back to the present moment. His eyes bore into yours, a mix of cruelty and anger etched across his features.

He slapped you across the face, the sting of his palm against your cheek a harsh reminder of your place under him. You let out a piercing howl. His words were a harsh command, a demand for your attention, your mind, and your body.

"You belong to me now, and I won't have you fading out during our special moments." His tone was a mix of mockery and possession. He leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear, his words a low, menacing growl. "Remember, you're mine now, and I'll do whatever I want with you, whenever I want. And you'll take it, because you have no choice." He knew that your mind was broken, your spirit shattered, and reveled in the complete and utter control and power he held over you.

As you lay there, broken and bleeding, your body a canvas for his cruelty and degradation, Doflamingo's words echoed in your mind, a constant reminder of your new reality, a reality where you were nothing more than a plaything for his twisted desires, a vessel for his offspring, and a slave to his unyielding, sadistic rule.

You looked at him with misty eyes, your tears unable to stop flowing. You tried your hand at scooching back to make some space between you two and catch your breath, and was successful. You presume Doflamingo let you because he knew you weren't going anywhere—not after what he just did to you. You sat up, your weeping eyes not leaving your rapist.

"Look at you, so fragile and broken." Doflamingo's voice was a mocking whisper as he watched you scooch away, his eyes glinting with cruel amusement.

He let you move, his grip on you loosening just enough to allow you to catch your breath. But the illusion of freedom was fleeting, a cruel reminder of the chains that bound you to him, invisible yet inescapable.

Doflamingo reached up, his hand moving towards your face, causing you to flinch, your hands instinctively coming up to protect yourself, but his touch was unexpectedly gentle, his fingers caressing your neck, a stark contrast to the brutality he had just subjected you to. His touch was a reminder of his power, his ability to switch between cruelty and tenderness, keeping you off-balance, never knowing what to expect.

"Your reactions are so delightfully predictable." His words were a purr, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he watched you cower under his touch. Before you could react, he pulled you in, his lips crashing against yours in a bruising kiss. His tongue invaded your mouth, claiming you, owning you, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip, drawing a bead of blood.

The kiss was a violation, a reminder of his dominance over you, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth, leaving no part of you untouched. It was a kiss that told you that you were his, body and soul, and that there was no escape from his grasp.

As he pulled away, you were left gasping for air, your lips swollen, your body trembling under his touch. Doflamingo's eyes were dark, filled with a mix of lust and cruelty, his gaze roaming over your body, taking in every inch of your bruises and marks.

"You're mine now, and I'll never let you go." His words were a promise, a threat, and a declaration of his unyielding control over you. "And soon, you'll learn to love it, to crave it, to beg for it."

The thought of being his forever, of being reduced to nothing more than a plaything for his twisted desires, sent a shiver down your spine, a mix of fear and unwanted arousal. Your body, battered and bruised, betrayed you, responding to his touch, to his words, a testament to the power he held over you.

As Doflamingo pulled you in for another kiss, you knew that this was your new reality, a reality where pain and pleasure were intertwined, where your body was no longer your own, and where Doflamingo's will was the only one that mattered.

[realshadow01-blog]

*Pop* just like a candy apple! {Platonic Radioapple!}

Introduction

|| Hello! I just wanted to say hello again as I've been gone for almost two years, I think. :3 I wanted to start writing again, for some reason, and it's 2:43am. I am not sure if I would post this or not, depends if I feel like it.||

|| Sorry for the absence, and if any characters are ooc (out of character) too! I have watched all of season 1 - but I can't capture the characters personalities that well. And sorry if my grammar or wording is bad, I don't know that much English as I thought. ||

|| This is a tickle drabble/short fan fiction post, and I don't expect any - but I will be taking requests for drabbles and headcannons! ||

>> || Summary for introduction: I do not know much English, I haven't captured the characters that well, this is a tickle-based, short fan fiction and I'm sorry for my (almost) two year absence. And, I am taking requests for drabbles and headcannons (no art or fics :<) || <<

|| Warnings (I guess!): Tickles, Swearing ||

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So, the Demon is back again! Back again with a new sense of humor and a new ruthless torturing method. The Radio Demon is back! He's returned, what does it mean for a certain rival? Or a few?~ The future will decide...~

It was a surprisingly quiet day in the Hazbin Hotel. Everyone was either out celebrating or having a full day in bed after they defeated the Angels. People were bummed out, injured and flat-out exhausted.

Lucifer decided to stay at the Hotel for a while, or at least visit often, and he was watching TV in the common room as he held his most prized rubber duck. Charlie was out with Vaggie, Angel and Husk were out too and pretty much the only people in the hotel were Niffty, Alastor and Lucifer.

Alastor was nowhere to be found, I mean, where would you expect an unpredictable being like him to be?

Nifty was off cleaning.

You already heard about Lucifer.

That changed when Alastor's shadow crawled around the floors of the hotel, until he emerged from thin air. His grin was as sinister and menacing as always, although something was off. It looked slightly strained. He was preciously annoyed by another Overlord, but we won't get into that, but it could be why... He then went to go find Lucifer, for some reason.

Lucifer was throwing his rubber duck against the wall and catching it like a ball, abandoning the television so all it became was simple background noise. He continued to throw the rubber duck until it hit Alastor in the face.

“Oops....” Lucifer giggled mockingly, not in the slightest sorry, but decided to apologize anyway to make matters better for him, if they were becoming bad. Although, Alastor, in return, grabbed the rubber duck and crushed it in his bare hand, sensing Lucifer's infuriated pity, despite Lucifer showing no emotion whatsoever. “Was that necessary, Alastor?”

“No,” Alastor's grin grew as he threw the shriveled rubber duck aside, his radio filter still as strong as ever, “but I wanted to. Doesn't that seem fair?~”

Lucifer groaned, annoyed. “What kind of shitty question is that!?”

“A reasonable question that needs answering.”

“Well, I won't fuckin’ answer!”

“...”

“As you wish.” Alastor's grin grew, but still looked a little strained.

Lucifer, funny enough, saw his strained grin and smirked.

“Is the demon cracking at something?~ Are you pissy about your wound from Adam?~” Lucifer retorted, giggling, which absolutely broke Alastor's patience and before either of them knew it, Alastor had thrown himself at Lucifer and pinned him to the floor, scribbling his claws into Lucifer's sensitive, tender sides, earning a surprised squeal and a string of squeaky laughter. “EEK!!~ FUHUHUHUCK!!- ALAHAHASTOR!!??”

Alastor had just smirked, moving his hands to random spots to keep the short king occupied, sneakily slithering his tendrils to Lucifer and restraining him swiftly as the tips of the tendrils restraining him tickled into the crooks of his wings - the 'wings pits' if you will. No matter what they're called, they sent Lucifer into hysteria.

Lucifer's screaming, wheezing and frantic laughter could be heard basically throughout the whole of Hell from how loud it was. Alastor only had the slightest issues with that, so he closed some doors to prevent people from coming in, if they did try. “ALAHAHAHASTOR- WHEHEHEN IHI CAHAHATCH YOUHUHU ALAHAHASTOR!!- GAHAHAHA!!?”

That wasn't the worst of it, oh boy...

The main reason the phrase “Lucifer's screaming, wheezing and frantic laughter could be heard basically throughout the whole of Hell” was used because it was the truth. Not only was his laughter loud, but Alastor had been devilish enough to broadcast his laughter live! :)

“Go on, Lucifer,” *Alastor smiled menacingly, voice hushed, “Make the microphone pop like a candy apple...~” He teased, leaving him to face the torture and humiliation for a bit.

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hope this was good!! sorry if it was short, i was pondering over a draft from a year ago and I haven't written a fan fiction in a hot minute >.<

{This MIGHT have some more parts!!!}

[imonthemoonitsmadeofcheese]

Hello moon I love your fanfictions in Destiny 2. Here's some qna...

1. What made you love the Destiny franchise?

2. Why do you love the the Drifteris ship so much?

3. Do you think their(Drifter and Eris) story would still be explored especially now that the franchise is in a bad shape.

4. Any future stories that you would write in Ao3 for the following years.

I am delighted you like my stories and happy to answer your qna any time you like although some answers take longer than others (especially if they end up being stories) and there are some that are still waiting for me finish their replies. (I have not forgotten! They just require more attention.)

This I can answer right away, though. So I shall.

1.

Eris. Eris made me love Destiny. After her, the Drifter. After him, the stories of several other characters. But Eris has forever transformed how I write my non-fanfiction writing. I'd never found hopeful endings of recovery done in a way that was actually inspiring before. That sort of thing always seemed either false, tacky and trite or exploitative trauma-gore with a pretty bow on the end.

Eris is different. Full balls-to-the-walls horror but with a genuine ending that makes sense and isn't either cherry-lipstick on a corpose or abyssmal nihilism is extremely hard to pull off. I have been studying Eris, how she is written, how her narrative functions.

As a child, the house I grew up in was toxic and awful but it was also full of books, most of which were the golden-age SF&Fantasy that Destiny is based on. Child-me found them an escape but adult-me couldn't connect with those stories any more when I grew older. Those endings were too easy and simple, the villains too beatable, the misogyny and homophobia too pervasive, the imperialism gross and unaware. Those stories no longer provided me with escape or comfort. They just made me sad. Eric John Stark, Outlaw of Mars and the Stainless Steel Rat were traded in for Cthulhu and Molly Millions and I found solace in the gothic, the cyberpunk and the weird because at least they weren't filled with abusive lies.

Destiny has changed that. Destiny has shown me I can have my Stainless Steel Rat and my Molly Millions and they can have strong narrative arcs with good endings that ring true and, sometimes, even love each other.

2.

I've gone into detail regarding Eris and the Drifter in other posts but, at its core, the relationship is very well summarized (by someone else) as "He gives her trust. She gives him hope." I find their helping each other to heal to be very beautiful.

But my love of their relationship goes beyond that. It reaches back to my love of the X-Files. It reaches back to badass female characters like Ripley from Alien and Trinity from the Matrix. It reaches back to badass male characters (there is absolutely more than a little bit of Conan the Barbarian in Eris). And I cannot overstate my delight when I discovered my childhood beloved intergalactic thief and conman, the Stainless Steel Rat, reincarnated without the misogyny and trite shallowness, as gritty, always-hungry, deeply-hurt-but-learning-how-to-heal Drifter.

I have, in fact, always loved badass punks who keep a core sense of self and love through the horrors, standing up for what matters when no one else can, refusing to die because they have a job to do dammit and they will not lie down. I have always loved shifty lying untrustworthy-yet-ultimately-reliable stray-cat-meretricious-charisma-rogues who, after so much betrayal and pain, finally find something worth fighting for. I love them when they appear in any gender or orientation, separate or together, but especially, especially together.

Eris and the Drifter have existed in the past and will in future, in various forms of literature and media. I love them wherever I find them. I always have. I always will.

3.

As for what will happen to them within D2, both Eris and the Drifter have a history of existing in shadows, in the spaces inbetween. I am heartbroken at the loss of writers who clearly cared about giving them attention, but the groundwork for them to be close to each other, to find comfort and understanding together, has been laid.

Short of one or both of them being killed off in the main narrative, that relationship has room to continue its quiet gentle growth on its own, out of the spotlight.

It is far more important to me that they be written well and true to who they are than that we get any large focus on them. And if that means their relationship (whatever form it takes) ends up only existing in tiny obscure scraps on item descriptions or small sections of lore books I will not be ungrateful.

Those tiny spaces, after all, are where the writers are given the most creative freedom, where so much of the good writing is able to flourish, becase it is not a major narrative and therefore is given less meddling from external forces like marketing or game mechanics or seasonal/episode content requirements.

It is so easy to ruin something as beautiful as Eris and the Drifter. I feel as though the writing team up until now has treated the relationship between these two broken and healing people with reverence, gentleness, and care.

The writers who remain are from that same team.

As long as the writers continue to treat these characters with that same care, no matter how small the tidbits we might get about them may be, I will be happy and it will be enough.

4.

Regarding future stories: I uh... write a lot.

Road Trip is an ongoing series I keep adding sections to which has several potential endings and many story beats which are sketched out in point form (or less) but not yet fully written. That one is being written nanowrimo-style, straight from the hip, and I only post a new section once the next one is completed (so there is one completed chapter right now, waiting to be published until I finish writing the next one).

Mottephobia has an ending, but I am at war with @redbutterflies-blueeyes and chapters of Mottephobia are being held for ransom until they update their fantastic Drifteris story, Inspiral.

I have two fic exchange stories that will be completed (I hope) soon, and a handful of nearly-ready-to-be-posted stories which will go up once I've done more edits and rewriting. One involves the bog slug. One is a post TFS celebration story inspired by this specific piece art by @haykebyr . One is a request which came in through my ask box for something on Europa that has gone completely off the rails and will likely be long and far more involved than what was requested.

I've also completed and submitted things to a soon-to-be released D2 fanzine and I am hoping they will be accepted. I look forward to sharing more about that once the zine goes live (either from within the zine or on their own if they end up not fitting with everything else) but I'm not allowed to talk about that in any detail until after the zine is published. I will say that one of them is sad but sweet, and another one is just sweet and involves rain.

<3

Thank you again for reading my things. It means the world to me when people tell me they liked something I wrote.

[butchviking]

prime numbers

thats a lot of fucking questions anon jesus christ

2. what would you name your future kids?

answered

5. is there anyone who can always make you smile?

this photo of ray toro it's my emergency ray and even when literally suicidal it has never filed to rouse a smile out of me

7. what was your life like last year?

amazing. last year was the best year of my life so far. i did so much cool shit i never imagined i would do i felt so free and full of life i felt like the whole world was at my fingertips

11. are you listening to music right now?

yes! this morning we're doing please catch for us the foxes mewithoutyou. i'm on tie me up! untie me! rn on my second repeat of the album. thinking about maybe throwing in an rtl or even a bullets after this playthru tho 🤔

13. how do you feel right now?

pretty good! well mostly neutral i suppose but i'm up early for work i'm already showered i don't have much to do and i've still got over an hour before i gotta go so this is a rare W for me im pleased w myself. i'm usually always up late and in a mad rush

17. opinion on insecurities.

bizarre question. um they're not good and when they're overwhelming in someone they're off-putting but we all have them and i am in many ways a simpering wad of insecurity so im hardly gonna throw stones about it. i think what is very frustrating tho is when ppl can't admit to them.

19. have you ever been to New York?

nope!

23. fear(s)

needles, unexpected spiders

29. favourite film(s)

the crow!!!

31. 3 random facts

about me or in general? umm 1. you can dissolve ping-pong balls in acetone to make a very strong glue 2. im allergic to the cold but no-one ever believes me until they see it for themselves because that sounds absolutely ridiculous 3. many viking houses were built in the shape of an inverted ship, with curved roofs and sometimes curved walls.

37. favourite actor/actress

huh. i don't think i really have one. i mean i have actors and actresses who are in things i like and who i think are good but i don't think i could point to one as a favourite. maybe david tennant but that's just sort of because he's everywhere in everything and he was(/is) doctor who

41. relationship status

single who want me

43. favourite song ever

no. we're not doing that. that doesn't exist

47. turn ons

um. nothing good. well, love. but mostly mean weird stuff. shhhhhh its fine im normal i am normal

53. 5 things that make me happy

music/concerts/moshpits

images of whoever my latest Guy (gender-neutral) is

exactly 3 glasses of wine. no more no less

talking 2 friends hanging out with friends having positive social interaction

the sense of achievement when i actually get some shit done i needed to do

59. why i joined tumblr

when i was 14 all my friends were into the whole Tumblr Aesthetic and kept referring to ppls outfits as 'so tumblr' and i wanted 2 figure out what that meant. i bet they're all long gone i bet they don't even think about this website anymore

[hetrosjistin]

On Speaking French

So here's the thing, I have -always- wanted to speak fluent french, especially cajun french, because it's my heritage and I gave it SUCH a hard try for SO fucking long. Literally banging my face into the wall, after school extra tutoring, and still only getting Ds, from 7th grade through Senior year of highschool (12th grade, so 5 years of my life). Daily lessons, was a big thing. And I NEVER managed to be more than barely passable, and I'm FAIRLY certain I was getting pitty passes from my teachers because they KNEW how much effort I was putting in and just running into a WALL.

Come the senior trip (college prep school, class funds raised each year rolled with the year, and got spent on insuring everyone got to spend 2 weeks in paris and london at the end of senior year), and we're in paris, and my group chaperone is -always- one of the french teachers because they are FULLY aware I am -not- going to be able to do shit... and day 1? About right, day 2? It's like some kind of SWITCH got flipped and 5 years of vocab and grammar drills have actually worked and I'm speaking a pidgen, by the time we leave I'm no where near fluent but I'm -further- along than I've ever been in my life and it's so. goddamn. exhilerating. I joke that it's because if I couldn't blather at anybody I met on the street my head would explode so obviously it was self defense. My french teachers think I've been swapped with a changeling or have somehow pulled off the longest, most convincing con ever.

I'm on cloud 9 and thinking that it'll be great. When college rolls around after summer I'm so SURE I'll be able to finally pull shit off and eagerly sign up for the advanced french courses because I need a few more language credits, 5 years of Cs and Ds in a college prep school not really testing me OUT.

The wall is back. It's like someone shattered all the lightbulbs and I'm in the dark again and I'm so confused. I literally am in tears by the end of the first couple of classes when I realize it's gone, and the teacher pulls me aside and says "You shouldn't be at this stage after THIS long working at it." and I'm ready to just tear my hair out because does she think I not know that? Just as I'm about to begin screaming at her she cuts me off and asks, "Have you been tested for a language learning disability?" and I swear to god she'd not have gotten me to shut down that hard if she'd kicked me in the balls.

"That's a THING!?" I want to scream but it comes out as a freaking croak, and she walks with me to the head of USC's language department who walks me through the whole process of getting tested and what to do about it. He'll get me a special dispensation for the rest of the semester, remove me from the listing without it being marked against me or anything, and that thanksgiving break I get tested. Turns out? I do, specifically, I can't learn a language except in a full immersion environment, and if I leave it? I lose it until I fully immerse again. Counter point: I pick it up INSANELY fast in full immersion, apparently my brain has a fantastic linguistic CPU and shit for hard space memory on it. It all gets dumped into ram.

Which is kinda terrifying because I have to wonder if that applies to english too? I'm not exactly likely to ever be in a situation where I have NO access to english but I still gotta wonder.

[disaster-vampire]

sorry i know you're supposed to reply in the tags but i need to actually write this whole thing out properly. so my mom used to be friends with this rich couple who hosted a lot of dinner parties. i was 12 or 13, going through the absolute worst years of my life, we were renting a shithole of a house right above the funeral home, i was a wimp of a kid, quiet and extremely gullible, and i've always been obsessed with death and at that point also terrified of the dead and the dark (thankfully i got over those two. i actually find the dark comforting now which is very funny). i'd go down the stairs in the morning to walk to school and see the hearse right there and have half a heart attack as i started walking as fast as i could towards school. on top of all of that i've always struggled with insomnia and nightmares and i was going through stressful times (bullying, puberty as a trans person, we were living with my mom's abusive ex, untreated anaemia, anxiety, and depression, and so on and so forth). this is the set up to tell you what kind of state i was already in before seeing the damn movie.

so one night the aforementioned rich couple invites us to this dinner party. they'd usually keep the tv on as background noise. the grudge comes on. no one was paying any attention to the tv nor to me, i didn't talk much so no one engaged in conversation with me, and i was right by it, and i couldn't look away. i watched the whole thing. no one noticed i was shitting my fucking pants and changed the channel. boy oh BOY. the consequences. when we were leaving to go back to our house i started freaking the fuck out. i was already scared at the rich folks' home because we were having dinner in their basement (they had a bigger table there that fit more people and also two couches and a fireplace where they could roast meat) and it was very big and empty and i expected a monster to pop out of idk the damn walls and i'd have nowhere to hide. when we were in the car i started just. panicking big time. i didn't wanna go back. i was crying hysterically and trying to get my mom to let me sleep at my grandma's but i'd never had a full blown panic attack before that so my mom didn't understand what was going on and brought me to the local ER because she didn't know what to do. they fucking SEDATED ME.

so okay that night i slept no problem because i was literally drugged. but after that? bye bye sleep. i could only fall asleep when the sun came up which meant i got maybe 1 to 3 hours of sleep before i had to get up for school. sometimes i'd sleep a bit more just out of sheer exhaustion. and if you don't know, if you keep this up for long enough eventually your brain starts going balls to the wall. i started hallucinating shadow people walking by my bedroom door. closing it was worse because i needed to see just in case something happened. the door of the top cabinet of my wardrobe never closed properly, so i'd see pale arms reach out from it. one night i literally saw a lady sitting on the chair by my bed. she had no eyes but i was convinced she was my mother and i tried shaking her awake. when she wouldn’t wake up i just took her hand. i blinked and she was gone and i was holding the sleeve of a shirt.

this went on for maybe 1 or 2 years. not sure because as i said, insomnia. if you don't sleep and you're very stressed the brain stops processing memories properly, i have complete chunks of these years missing. the hallucinations didn't stop completely until i think around age 16. maybe even 17. not sure but while i still suffer from insomnia it hasn't been that bad since. i'd still see movement in my periphery or sometimes hear people talking but nothing major anymore.

i tried watching the movie again a few years and other horror movies later and i couldn’t. i literally run a horror blog now because i've become a huge fan of horror movies and i still haven't tried watching it again. maybe i will just so i can finally finally exorcise this whole thing from my mind. anyway. yeah. the grudge.

Reblog and put in the tags a horror movie that genuinely messed you up

[authorraville]

hey, I'm glad everyone was enjoying my last fanfic. It makes me have some confidence on what I'm posting.

Warning: Bad Michael/Evil Michael, Lucifer being prideful

Should I make an aftermath for this one too? I'll let you decide. If you want/need part 2 then comment down below, I'll try my best to make one.

This fanfic is just a scribble at first but then I started to pick them up from my notes. As I've always said, enjoy.

The question that buried within our heart.

Sometimes he questioning his decision, wether it's the right choice to fall along side his brothers when he'll just ended up being the black sheep of the family.

It hurt. Everything hurt. He don't know if Lucifer's just in the bad mood or he's doing this intentionally but sometimes his 'punishment' become way too brutal.

" I believe you've learned your lesson? " His voice echoed around the room. If looks could kill he'd be dying twice. Lucifer shoot his stone cold glare at the second born as he warned the avatar.

He wouldn't dare to even look up to his own brother. Is it fear? No. He's disappointed with how things turns out. He is disappointed that this man Infront of him is the reason he has to disgrace himself yet he can't bring himself to regret his choices that he made in the past. Was it love? Maybe. Was it admiration? absolutely.

" I'm asking you if you've learned your lesson enough, don't make me repeat myself. "

The words pierce through his heart. The tone was cold, it's so different comparing to how Lucifer would've react when he was still an angel.

" Yes...Understood. " He let out a single tear as he let out his shaky voice. It breaks the oldest heart yet he still there standing tall holding his pride.

" Get up and get out. I wish not to hear anything from you again. " As he let out a soft sigh, leaving the younger one alone knowing that he can't get up without any help.

" ah..it hurts so bad, please someone make it stop.. " he plea for help. His back is burning as he curl into a ball on the cold concrete. He would go to his room, he's not that weak consider on how he's placed on fourth strongest demon in devildom. Yet he can't bring himself up from the cold ground.

Where did things go wrong? when did everyone ever start teaming up against him? his mind is full of regret. Why? When? How? All questions started to popping out of his memories.

He slowly yet carefully bring himself up using the wall and get himself out of the 'room' just to be greeted by the twin who was on their way to their room. He can see how they look at him shocked in their eyes. Of course they would, they never see how Lucifer would 'punish' him anyway.

He quickly excuse himself out of the situation who would make himself look pitiful for the eyes of the younger avatars.

He hated that, being pitiful is pathetic. Atleast that's what everyone thought him.

He doesn't come for dinner or does he come out of his room after that day. He was hurt. So hurt. He can't even let out his wings without it being bloody. A quick flashback flashes through his mind where Michael broke his leg after he goes out without his permission. Tears threatened to come out as the empty eyes gaze towards the black sky. ' when will this end ? ' as he cry soundlessly.

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After that day the house become much quieter. Leviathan can no longer blame mammon when one of his figurines gone missing, Asmodeus can no longer blame mammon if he ever had a bad day and of course same goes to others. Why? Cause the second born is not even out from his nest. Of course it would mean less troubles for the first born.

But the other avatars had enough, what the hell is wrong with their brother that he shut himself out from the outside world? Hell, even leviathan is better than him.

Just when they thought of breaking down the second born room, the sound of door opening could be heard from the guy's room.

" Finally ! You- " just when leviathan was about to finish his words, he was left shock by the second born appearance. His eyes were dull and he looks skinny, not to the point where they could see his bones but they could see that he's weakened.

The silence was created between them leaving an awkward space for everyone.

" H-hey mammon.. let's eat shall we? " Mammon look at the fifth born with his tired eyes and shake his head as the sign that he doesn't want to.

" What do you mean you don't want to, you look skinny as hell ! " The fourth born drag the second born by force to the kitchen leaving the others shock by how their older brother not fighting back.

" I'll cook. You wait here. " The second born was still quiet as the others sat down on the dining table. it was quiet, too quiet. It was almost concerning on how empty and dull their older brother's look.

" Hey.. " Everyone turn their attention to the youngest as he speak. " What the hell did Lucifer do to you to make you like this. " They could hear a spoon drop from the kitchen, it was probably Satan but not just that, they could also see how the second born flinched at the youngest words.

" He's not hurting..you right? " mammon remain quiet. a small sigh could be heard from his lips. He was still dizzy, with all the things processing too quickly his brain can't even catch up with the situation.

" I'm fine. Don't mind me. " He said as he get up from the chair wanting to leave everyone behind but getting held by the 6th born.

" Not until you tell us what happened that day. " he was surprised on how weak he was unable to let go of his hand from the 6th born who was supposed to be weaker than him. " Let..go of me- ! " He said struggling.

They were all concerned, it was just a mere joke they make another day to false report that mammon steal some stuff from the demon king. They didn't know Lucifer would go to this extend.

Mammon who were too tired to even use his power just stare at them and sigh. " He was just punishing me..let go. " Punishing? What kind of punishment that makes their brother to become this weak?

" Mammon you need to atleast eat first. " The food was serve on the table as they wait for mammon to sit back down.

" I'm sorry I don't want- " another quick flashback goes through his mind where Michael would hit or punish him if he doesn't want to eat. His body start trembling as he gasping for air, his vision become blurry as the words from others echoes through his mind. The scream of his brothers was the last thing he could hear before his world started to black out.

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" What do you think happened ? " They were all pacing back and forth as the second born remain unconscious on the bed of the fifth born.

" Should we undress him ? " They all nodded as the sign of agreement.

" That is something I would not allowed. " They were all surprised, surprised how the oldest brother still dare to make an appearance.

" And who are you to decide that aren't you the one who 'punish' him? " The fourth born hissed as he turn into his demon form protecting his brother.

The other did the same, how can they allowed someone who hurt mammon goes near him?

" And someone who make false report dare to decide something against his will ? "

His words stab where it hurts, although it's true they still won't let Lucifer being around mammon when he's still remain unconscious.

" What are you guys doing.. " The attention went to the one who's sitting on the bed.

" Mammon are you okay? Do you want some water or- "

" I'm fine. " Satan's words was cut short by the second born who's now glaring at them with fierce yet tired eyes.

" Why are you guys fighting ? " He ask again, waiting for someone to answer him yet no one dare to tell him the truth. He sigh as he tries to get up from the bed. Quickly fall just to be catched by Satan who happen to be beside him.

" You still need some rest mammon, you haven't eat anything yet.. " for the first time Satan sounds so affectionate and gentle. The second born does not like that, he sounds like he's pitying him yet he can't argue with him. He needs rest and needs food for energy but something prevent him from eating.

" No. " He sit back down to the bed and lower his face to the ground. He knows if he decided to look up, he'll only be greet with his brothers glares or so he thought.

Lucifer look at him with pity, if only did he know that it was only a prank from his younger brothers he wouldn't be punishing him like that. If only he was mature enough while handling the situation his brother wouldn't be in this state.

Mammon finally took a deep breath as he start to excuse himself from the fifth born room. It was too exhausting to even faced his brothers right now, With his mind full of Michael's flashback there's no way he could handle the situation with a right set of mind.

As he took a step outside he could see someone was following him. Crimson dark eyes who follows him through the rain no matter how far he would run.

" What did I do wrong this time.. " he's tired.

" Mammon i- " he's tired don't you understand?

" I beg you...I beg you please let me go today..please " he plea as he started to kneel down to the ground. The older who saw him on the state start to break down. Was he this cruel for him to feel the need to beg for mercy? From his own big brother?

Mammon stare at the dirt as the rain falls onto him, he could see his reflection being as pitiful as he can be. He Wondered if Michael was here right now would he even be given chance to live? To find a reason to live?

[smittenroses]

Hole in Love || human! Montgomery Gator x reader

Merry Christmas, kiss a gator, I've tried to keep this as spoiler free as possible.

not beta read

Also, if you're wanting a visual of how I've written him, here's a link to some fanart I did

update: thanks to Jack over on Archive of Our Own for correcting my use of Sha!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

You had never been good at golf, much less mini golf since you had tried it as a child and frankly, after breaking a mechanical obstacle due to one of your swings somehow landing the ball in the engine, you hadn’t even thought of trying again in fear that the same thing would end up happening.

How come you couldn’t give your explanation to the man in front of you when he had asked? Well, how could you let down Montgomery Gator when he was so excited to finally have someone else to play with? When he was excited, his eyes tended to crinkle at the corners, he would shoot a crooked toothy smile and oh goodness how hard was it not to be charmed by his happiness when you had said yes? He rarely got to play his own game with anyone else since families would be playing in their groups, and it wasn’t like his friends wanted to either judging by their hesitance to say no — you knew by their looks that they hated saying no, but watching as Montgomery just nodded and began to drag you towards the golf course, you knew they had their reasons: Roxanne needed to fix some karts before tomorrow since some teenagers had decided to run them into barricades over and over, Freddy needed to go and fix some of the lights in his room since they had gone out, and Chica… well, she was doing something.

It wasn’t like Sun or Moon could even come out of the Daycare either, since they had to clean up a suspicious smell that had begun to come out of the jungle gyms towards closing time and it wasn’t like that was an easy job to find given the sheer size of the room.

That had ended up leaving you, one of the nightguards on rotation that was just there to react to any sort of danger that may be lurking about that the security bots weren’t designed to deal with, in which frankly was a lot, and would mostly leave you free during the night.

The dim lights of the golf course were easy on the eyes compared to the rest of the pizzaplex, the low lit neons casting a green glow onto everything as Monty left you standing in the middle of the entrance, basking in the view as he mentioned needing to collect some stuff to start. You were sure that given he was one of the main stars of the show that the upper management wouldn’t mind if he borrowed some of the items, then again they had begun to cover up the garbage due to finding her with her head halfway in a bin just the week before. What she was looking for was unclear, but the straw that had been sticking out of her mouth when the staff had pulled her out was enough to raise some concern for the star’s health.

Pulling up the cameras on your fazwatch, you scrolled through the cameras for a bit until you landed on Chica’s room in rockstar row, watching as she tuned her guitar for a bit before looking up; she must have noticed the light on the camera was on since she gave you a small wave, you softly doing it back despite knowing that she wouldn’t see it, looking up as you watched Monty shuffle for something inside of a drawer, overhearing him mumble about how they constantly keep changing the position of the scorecards.

“Are you sure you’re not looking in the wrong spot?” You called, Montgomery’s head shooting up to look at you.

“ Alohrs pas! I’m always on their asses about dat. Not my problem if they keep moving them around.” Shuffling your eyes to look at the scorecards next to you, held in a clear container attached to the wall, you pulled two out and called out Montgomery’s name, holding the cards above your head as if they were flags in war. “Well, why don’t ya look at dat.” His cheeks puffed out slightly, the former teased mohawk falling into his eyes slightly as he returned to his full height, basically towering over the desk that he had to crouch at to even look into the drawers.

Taking the bit of paper from your hand, Montgomery spent little time dawdling as he gripped your forearm gently, pulling you over to the first hole, not even needing to look at any of the signs that hung overhead being that this was his territory, this was his domain, and if the vast amounts of water features and alligator-like things strewn about was no indicator, it would be the vast amounts of green which extended to the golf equipment, the handles being in different shades of alligator scales as he handed you a blue one, the matching ball to it being left on the ground by your feet as he prepared his own club, the scratched purple seeming to fit right into his hands as he looked at the courses.

Sure, you have seen him play from a distance, but it was different watching him play in person and up close, how the muscles in his arms rippled slightly as he would position the ball and his club, how they would relax and tense when he got a hole in one — it frankly was something that you swore you could watch all day if you could. The first few holes were easy given that they had minimal obstacles, but that changed soon enough, the scorecards being very far apart in terms of scores. Let us just say… holes in ones were not in your favour. Watching as Montgomery putted another hole in one at hole six, your club clutched tightly in your hand as the man in front of you made it seem like it was easy — to him, it was easy as he has watched hundreds of people play in these courses daily, he would’ve picked up quite a few tips and tricks from others at this point.

“Hon, you ok? You’ve been starin’ for quite a bit.” Those pet names that had made you take out a cajun dictionary the first you heard of them made your heart swell, but blinking your eyes as you looked up at Montgomery, you could see that the gel in his hair had long since loosened, loose curls falling in front of his eyes as he had to stare down at you with his glasses surprisingly sitting on top of his head for once, allowing for you to see the bright reds that you adored with all your heart.

“I was just thinking how I’ll probably have to take a few swings to even get the ball in with the gators in the way,” you didn’t want to admit that you had been staring at him, and sure, while what you said wasn’t exactly a lie, it was a half a truth that made you bite the inside of your lip, gently massaging the flesh between your teeth as you moved around him to place down your ball on the spot, trying to mimic the stance that Monty had been in just before as you felt his eyes on you, watching as you brought the club back and hit the ball.

You could hear your pride getting crushed in your ears as the ball just bounced back towards you, only stopping when it had hit the toe of your shiny leather shoes as you stared down at it; maybe if you glared hard enough at the ball it would want to listen, but that was just in your fantasies, sighing as you used the club and your foot to bring the ball back to its starting position.

Curse you for agreeing to do holes in one.

Aiming to swing again, a warmth engulfed you, the familiar scent of fresh water and some sort of deep forest smelling body spray filling your nose, Montgomery’s hands coming to wrap around yours, his body flushed to yours, chin on top of your head as you felt his breath wash over the top of your head. “Now, if I didn’t give ya some assistance, we’re going to be here until dawn.” he wasn’t wrong, it had taken you several minutes to figure out the right momentum to get a ball over a hill without having it roll back down or flying off into the ball pit, and yet his hold was gentle and firm, moving you gently like a doll as he explained something that fell on deaf ears, your mind going into a frenzy as you could feel his abs pressed up against you, the uniform he tended to wear certainly leaving nothing for the imagination before you saw your ball move, being aware enough to watch as it followed the same path Montgomery’s ball had followed before, the gentle sound of the ball falling into the goal letting you know that you had, in fact, hit a hole in one, and yet your mind was too busy looking at his arms that had yet to leave from around you, feeling him laugh as he congratulated you for finally getting a hole in one first go.

You wanted to stay in his embrace forever. Frankly, you were sure that your little feelings for the man currently holding you were a bit too on the nose for anyone who had been watching on the outside, and not wanting to have your heart give out from how hard it was pounding in your chest, you attempted to move away.

“Now, where do you think you’re going?” He muttered, his hands leaving yours as they travelled up your arms, pressing firmly into your shoulders as he brought you back to him, “I’m not done with you yet.”

Not done? What else could he need you this close for? Feeling him shift against you, he had to bend over in order to place his chin on your shoulder as you craned your head around to look at him; his smile was lazy, his glasses keeping curled locks away from his face as he looked at you through hooded eyes, the green and purple eyeshadow glimmering in the low light as he chuckled.

“So, how’re you enjoying the date?” Date? Was this meant to be a date? Your head began to whirl again, trying to pinpoint the moment he had asked you out on a date, his hands oddly warm against you as he laughed. “Thinking so much of it, sha?”

“No, it’s just…” You began to trip over your words, far too caught off guard to even pull together a sentence as you looked at him, and then as your eyes trailed everywhere, you attempted to find something else to focus on that wasn’t him, “I wasn’t expecting you to say that .”

“I wasn’t expecting you to turn into a blob of jello when I was helping you.” he wasn’t wrong, the way that you had almost melted into his embrace, the way your mind had turned to mush, you were sure that your mind had short-circuited just touching him. Feeling his thumbs rub against your shirt, you felt the rumble of his chuckles against you.

“New rule: whoever has the least amount of swings gets to do whatever they want to the other, yeah?”

Your bets were all in.

[ghostie-the-haunted]

Im so sorry this is so late but I hope you enjoy the Christmas Theme! ALSO Merry Christmas Eve Sib!!

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It was Christmas Eve! All day the Mega Pizza-Plex held a Holiday type party for all of the kids in town, Pizza, Decorations, Holiday themed shows and other fun festive activities.

The snow began to pile though, it was getting bad so unfortunately the fun had to end early, Each kid got a goodie bag full of merchandise and a gift card as the Pizza-Plex's gifts for everyone.

They thought that everyone had gone home so they closed the place up, all the gaurds went home, there was only a few cleaning bots that ran through the party center and most of the main animatronics have shut down for the night to rest.

That left you, alone and confused. You weren't on the Pizza-Plex radar of kids although you have come many times to watch the performances, you knew the area quite well so in your time of confusion you wondered to the Daycare. that seemed like the safest option for a place to stay the night, especially under these conditions. You had never been there but something about it just felt safe.

Sliding down into a ball pit you moved forward a bright yellow man appeared at the top of the platform above you before jumping in to join you.

It's definitely an animatronic so you entering the ball pit was probably a motion activated response

Trying not to disturb it you moved forward with caution before feeling two hands lift you up under your arms greeting you with a friendly smile. You shrieked quickly out of surprise from being lifted but also because it kinda tickled, his voice was warm, His name was Sundrop, nice.

"Helloo new friend! I didn't mean to scare you! What are you doing up so late are we having a slumber party? Where are all your friends?" He continued to hold you up while taking you out of the ball pit and to the main floor.

After you explained your situation his voice softened "I see, well you've come to the right place, you will be safe here for the night I'll make sure of it!" This brought a smile to your face as you thanked him and apologized for the trouble

"Don't you worry about a thing Sunshine I just have one rule! Keep the lights on" he said the last part with a very serious tone, you listened and nodded.

"Excellent!"

As you looked around you realized that the entire Pizza-Plex had been decorated for this occasion

"You like the decorations! I made some of them myself! Like this snowflake! Do you what to make a snowflake too ghostie!"

You nodded before asking how he knew your name

"You're in our system aren't you? Hmm odd, I've seen you before at some of the shows that's how I know your name!"

I guess that makes sense, you didn't read too much into it, Snowflake time!!

"You want some glitter glue? I have glitter glue!" He showed you all the different colors and things he had in store.

"Amazing work sunshine! This is going right up on the wall! Help me tape it on, this masterpiece must be known to the world!!" He did a little spin and dance before picking you up again to tape it on the wall. Squeaking again at the sudden motion and of course because of your undeniable ticklishness, which did not go unnoticed by Sun, he smiled "You're a Jumpy one aren't ya' sunshine?"

You gave him a face as he let you down giggling, "How about we play a game yeah?! Would you like that?"

Eagerly nodding he smiled even brighter, "Perfect! Let's play hide and seek! You hide I'll seek! The only two rules are no going behind the counter and no leaving the daycare got it?"

You nodded once more before he smiled "Alrighty! Go hide I'll start counting 1,,,,2,,,"

You giggled and ran for the play area, even if he did find you there was no way he could catch you in here!

"98,,,99,,," You had found a cozy spot between two walls of the area that made a triangle

"100!! Ready or not here I come!"

Now he didn’t really count to 100 but who's keeping track! You held your hand over your mouth as you peeked around to see where he was, you saw him, with wiggling fingers he searched for you.

"I wonder where Ghostie went" he said playfully as he searched the Daycare, "Come on out Sunshine, Im gonna getcha'!" He entered the playplace that's when the adrenaline kicked in.

You held back the giggles that bubbled up inside your throat as you quietly made your way out of your hiding spot to try and out smart him

Unfortunately for you, you had tripped and fell down one of the slides, stopping yourself before you could reach the floor, Sundrop had left the play area from the opposite side.

To not make a sound you had stayed hidden in the slide, if you could not see him, he could not see you

"Oh sunshinee~ come out come out wherever you are" his voice sounded closer, alot closer then before but you remained in your spot, there's no way he's gonna find you in here, it's genius.

"Gotcha'!" He swiftly grabbed you from behind placing you down gently on his lap as you tried to get away he pulled you right back

"Ah ah ah, I found you fair and square so do you know what I get as a reward?"

You shook your head no before he wiggled his fingers all over your sides "You're sweet laughter!" He giggled as you giggled smiling to himself "didn't think I noticed when I held you earlier, I know a ticklish one when I see them"

He moved his quick fingers up your ribs and under your arms smiling at his victory,

"Tickletickletickletickle" he teased in your ear while tickling your neck with one hand and sides with the other.

"You have got to be the most ticklish person that has ever entered the Daycare!" He teased as you whined a bit

"Aww what's wrong, too ticklish Ghostie?, Tickle tickle tickleee" he smiled wiggling all ten fingers gently across your stomach.

"Ooo good spot! Very adorable sunshine" The Sun animatronic beamed with joy, as your laughter slowed down so did his tickles

He couldn't help a few pokes or light scribbles every now and again but he was pretty much done, rubbing away the remaining ghost tickles he carried you gently to a sleeping area for the night seeing how tired you were getting and how late it was.

After tucking you in he smiled to himself ruffling your hair gently "sleep well Sunshine and a very Merry Christmas to you"

Sun stayed up after that creating some homemade gifts for you to wake up to the next morning for Christmas.

The Daycare was the right choice afterall :]

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Hehe I hope you enjoyed I think this might have been my longest one on our Fluster war/game too I love it! :]

Merry Christmas Eve Sib!!

SIIIIIIIIIB

This is amazing! Merry Christmas Eve to you too!!

If I can I’ll try to write one for you too!

[ultraericthered]

Moment 1: I remember when I watched this part of the anime in 2020 I'd completely forgotten that this was how it ended. For some reason I'd thought Black had overloaded his mech suit and botched ejecting himself from it and that's how he died, but no, he was retreating and Goku refused to forgive, so he just murders him in cold blood!

Moment 2: I noted before that this was made much less a problem in the anime compared to the manga. In the manga there was nothing justifying throwing the Pilaf Gang at Goku at the very end of a saga that had already overstayed its welcome, but the anime mitigated it by including the Pilaf Gang at the start of the saga so that this feels like coming full circle, and the fact that in this medium getting to see the characters animated and with voice acting makes them usually never an unwelcome presence, so you can bear with it better.

Moment 3: Toriyama clearly had no good idea of how to get a badly weakened, barely clinging to life Goku up to Korin's Tower so that he could get a senzu bean, so he resorted to a gag with Yajirobe for it.

Moment 4: Everything about the Saibamen fight just sort of went to shit when Yamcha got done in like that. When Krillin blasts them all, he misses one and Piccolo has to kill it, and that makes me wonder why that couldn't have been what killed Yamcha? Why couldn't the Saibamen have all gone down except one that would jump out to attack, and Yamcha could throw himself at the Saibaman rather than the other way around? The same result happens, but Yamcha gets to go out destroying the enemy just as much as it destroys him.

Moment 5: Like I recently said, it could've worked. But not only didn't it, it collapsed the narrative progression along with the chamber wall!

Moment 6: There is no excusing or forgiving this one, and in a way, it's even worse than the following moment, "End of Z". Uub was at least promptly discarded and forgotten about in the franchise going forward. This instance of a seemingly perfectly well-suited for the leading role hero getting pissed on and thrown to the side so that two specific Saiyan characters, Goku and Vegeta, get to hog the spotlight set an ongoing trend that plagues the modern day of the franchise.

Moment 7: I've seen barely anyone who loved this ending. It just feels lazy, abrupt, unsatisfying, and above all, wrong given context.

Moment 8: Ngl, I'd much rather Goku get the Yamcha treatment than Gohan, but even so, using Sorbet to deliver a devastating, potentially fatal blow on a Powered Up Super Saiyan God was beyond asinine.

Moment 9: While the manga handled the Infinite Zamasu story beat infinitely better than the confounding, infuriating dumbfuckery that was in the anime, I don't think either version really seized on a firm utilization of the concept of all the corruptive malice in Zamasu’s spirit, the same shit that was causing his right side to ooze out, transcending his physical being to become a multiverse-threatening abomination, and for how Zeno could be Chekov's Gunned in to get rid of it. In an ideal Dragon Ball continuation that had everything on the table, this could've even kickstarted an origin story for Demigra! So long as Zeno is called on time to stop the spread of the Zamasu and Whis is able to protect Future Trunks and Mai's world, it works!

Moment 10: I'd thought Toriyama's earlier writing for Roshi and the anime filler material with him would be the worst we'd get out of the character. I was so wrong. Thank Kami Sama Funimation caught it and changed it to something both funnier and that works better.

Moment 11: Other than the Buu Saga stuff, this would have to be my least liked, and most indefensible, out of all of Toriyama's decisions. The blatant, inchorent with prior canon retcons that Minus One, its material in the Broly movie, and the Granolah Saga made not just to Bardock, but by extension to Goku, Raditz, Vegeta, and to the Saiyans on the whole, just diminishes everything we knew about them before in the earlier DB material and makes it all so much less compelling. It's something I straight up refuse to acknowledge as being real to the lore and narrative of the series, that's how bad it is. Any reservations fans might've had about the retconning of Beerus into the backstory of Planet Vegeta might actually mean nothing in the face of this crap. It could always get worse, and indeed it did.

Moment 12: Planet Eater Moron and his overly long saga were just a colossal waste on the whole, and a prime example of why I cannot get hyper fond of Toyotaro as a writer. Between this and the following Granolah Saga, not to mention his take on Goku Black, his version of the Universal Survival Saga, and his indulgences in favoritism toward characters like Vegeta and Beerus, it's clear he's a more flawed writer than Toriyama, and his Super is as hit-or-miss as the anime.

Moment 13: What was done with Gohan Beast VS Cell Max reminds me of what was done with Luke Skywalker in The Mandalorian and Book of Boba Fett - a blatant pandering to fans who will only take a leading hero if he's a specific type of leading hero, in this case the cold-blooded, cocky, no-nonsense powerhouse of a "badass" Super Saiyan fighter that in the context of when he first became that was meant to be seen as not right for Gohan to become, as being like that ended up costing Goku his life and nearly caused the end of the entire universe. Yeah, give me back the Great Saiyaman please!

The 13 Worst Moments in Dragon Ball

There are far too many best moments to count, but this makes counting the worst easier.

(Note: Dragon Ball GT and non-canon movies, specials or games are not counted here.)

Goku kills Commander Black.

The end of the Red Ribbon Army has Advisor Black kill Commander Red and usurp his position. He then gets in a mech suit and tries to kill Goku. Goku defeats him, he makes a strategic retreat....only for Goku to mercilessly chase after him and kill him! WTF!? I don't think I need to explain how horrendously OOC for Goku this is. Paired with the already uncomfortable factors surrounding the Black character, it creates a low point to end this lengthy conflict on. The Path to Power movie handled this battle and Black's death better.

The Pilaf Gang returns.

While the Red Ribbon Army is defeated, the story arc goes on with the whole Fortuneteller Baba affair, which to its credit concludes with a touching reunion between Goku and his dead adoptive grandfather. Unfortunately, rather than wrap up after this, we regress to the battle with Black by having another mech suit battle over the final Dragon Ball! And it's against...Emperor Pilaf, Shu and Mai? Look, I know that the anime had made them popular by expanding their roles; in fact they were even added into this very story arc already early in. But they were just a 5 chapter obstacle in the original manga before this! So in that context, it makes zero sense for them to suddenly show up as if they're important recurring characters! All it does is drag out an already dragged out story arc even further and test our patience!

Yajirobe climbs Korin's Tower.

In the super serious King Piccolo saga, the glutenous and cowardly ronin Yajirobe already felt out of place. But I could tolerate him up until he is used to rush Goku up Korin's Tower...the same tower that previously only Master Roshi and Goku had been able to climb. And now this guy climbs up it much faster because he was promised food at the top? Yeah, not buying it.

Yamcha is killed by a Saibaman.

That image right there. It has come to define Yamcha's "Memetic Loser" status, and honestly, it feels unfair. While always something of a Butt Monkey type, Yamcha was one of the earliest main characters in the series. He was Goku's first rival: before Krillin, Tien, Piccolo or Vegeta. He was shown to be a strong fighter. He took part in training for a year before Nappa and Vegeta's arrival on Earth. And yet instead of falling to them in battle, he gets kamikazed to death by one of their underlings, the Saibamen, because he arrogantly turns his back to it after thinking it was defeated. After that, it's been nothing but L after L for poor Yamcha....

Majin Buu screams the time-space continuum apart.

This fucking sequence of events drives me crazy. While fighting Majin Buu in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, Gotenks starts acting as if he's being put on the ropes...not to fool Buu, but to fool Piccolo (the only other one there) so that it can shock and impress him when he turns the tables. Gotenks is a dumbass so this checks out. But Piccolo actually believes it, and he destroys the entrance/exit to the chamber so that Buu will be trapped in there forever even after destroying them. Gotenks comes clean and he and Piccolo have a comedic shouting match until Buu, distraught at the idea of being trapped without food, screams at the top of his lungs and somehow rips open a portal in space-time that allows him to escape. While he is then massacring damn near everyone on Kami's Lookout (off panel in the original manga!), Gotenks and Piccolo also try screaming to open a portal, to no avail. And so in the end, Gotenks reveals he can turn Super Saiyan 3, a form that it took Goku years of training alongside powerful warriors in the afterlife to achieve, and that's enough to open a portal for him and Piccolo to exit through....too late to save anyone, of course! This is the precise moment when the final stretch of the original manga and Z anime started going to shit. The burnt out Toriyama clearly just did not give a fuck what he was writing and drawing anymore.

Majin Buu absorbs Gotenks, Piccolo and Gohan.

Buu screaming a portal open through time and space was Strike 1. Strike 2 is when Buu, fresh off of receiving a satisfying beatdown from Gohan, is able to turn the tables by absorbing Gotenks and Piccolo, an ability he was never shown to have before...and something that was only possible because Toriyama regresses Gohan back to the same overconfident stupidity that cost him greatly in the Cell Saga. Gohan then faces a humiliating beatdown from Buu, as if to punish him for thinking he could be the main character who saves the day instead of Goku despite that being the most logical, organic route for the series to take. Speaking of which, Goku himself shows up to help with a plan to fuse with his son...a plan that fails when Gohan also gets absorbed by Buu. The result is Goku having to fuse with a returning Vegeta instead, which started the tiresome trend of Goku and Vegeta being the co-leads of the franchise and the only ones who are capable of accomplishing anything.

"End of Z".

This epilogue - 2 chapters in the manga and 3 episodes in the anime - ended the original Dragon Ball / Dragon Ball Z on an incredibly weak note. It's 10 years since the main events of the Buu Saga, and at the latest Tenkaichi Budokai we are introduced to Uub, the human reincarnation of Kid Buu. After bringing out Uub's power by acting like a schoolyard bully to provoke his anger, Goku just up and decides to go off with Uub to his village so that he can train him, abandoning his friends and family on the spur of the moment. Not only does this make Goku look far worse than I think Toriyama intended, but his intent to leave the story open to be picked up with a passing of the torch to Uub, as if that makes up for botching it with Gohan, would be laughable were it not so offensive. We spent chapters upon chapters, episodes upon episodes, watching Gohan develop. We cared about him, we were invested in him taking the torch from Goku. Backtracking on that in the last saga isn't something that can ever be recovered from, and especially not with some rando kid we just met who is the reincarnation of the latest villain that we barely spent any time with and was ultimately just a mindless psychopath. This was Strike 3. Dragon Ball was out; never quite the same again.

Goku is sniped by a ray gun.

Resurrection F is great as a largely standalone action film, not so great as a full-fledged saga in the anime, but there is one moment in both iterations that just does not work. Goku has defeated Freeza and lets his guard down....and gets shot through the chest with a ray gun beam from Freeza's henchman Sorbet, which almost kills him. I'm sorry, what!? At the time, Goku is still in his Super Saiyan Blue form, which is the Super Saiyan form harnessing the energy of a Super Saiyan God. No matter how much his guard was let down, I highly doubt that a mere ray gun beam would do that much damage. If Sorbet had done something to distract Goku so that Freeza could shoot a beam through him, that would work. But as it stands, we have Goku almost done in by Sorbet. He's lucky he managed to survive and redeem himself by killing Freeza once more, or else he'd officially be our new Yamcha.

Future Trunks' universe is erased.

The best arc in the Dragon Ball Super anime had come to a highly cathartic conclusion where Future Trunks cuts Merged Zamasu in half. There was just one more episode left where everything could be wrapped up in a satisfying...wait, WTF? Zamasu's spirit is taking over the multiverse!? How!? Why!? And because of this utter Ass-Pull, Zeno has to be brought in as a literal Deus Ex Machina, destroying Zamasu once and for all by erasing Future Trunks' entire universe from existence. The wrap-up afterwards is a somber affair, with Whis creating a new timeline for Future Trunks and Future Mai to inhabit, and Future Trunks' last scene has him crying over his failure. I am flabbergasted to this day at how anyone thought this ending was a good idea. It takes a beloved character and gives him the mother of all Happy Ending Overrides, while denying viewers the catharsis that should come at the defeat of one of the series' most loathsome villains. I've heard fans dislike the manga version too where it's multiple copies of Zamasu rather than his spirit merging with the multiverse and where Future Trunks and Future Mai are totally nonchalant about their timeline's fate and just jump to another earlier timeline (pre-existing rather than created by Whis), but as a fan of the Xenoverse games I feel that version makes more sense. Time is flexible, the people and places in an earlier timeline before the one that was pruned should still be considered theirs by Trunks and Mai so tears would be an overblown reaction. Plus at least in this version Zamasu goes out in a cathartic way, fully aware and terrified at his impending doom via Zeno.

Master Roshi goes too far.

While Master Roshi's perverted shtick has always been hit and miss, to put it lightly, he somehow sunk to a new low during the Super anime's final arc. When fighting in the Tournament of Power, he is faced with Caway, a beautiful female fighter who uses a seduction technique on him. Roshi's response is bulking up and going on about all the repressed urges he has, finishing with "don't blame me for what I might do next" as he reaches out for Caway. Poor Caway is terrified and disqualifies herself by fleeing the arena. So basically, a rape threat played as a joke. How utterly disgusting. Kudos to the English dub, which fixes it by instead having Roshi just threaten to beat Caway up because he's pissed that she tried a seduction technique on him when he's been trying to repress his perverted side as of late; essentially he's like an alcoholic in rehab threatening to knock the crap out of someone who just tried to offer them a bottle. That's funnier and keeps Roshi more likable.

Kakarot becomes Kal-El.

Why, Toriyama? You yourself said you loved the Bardock: The Father of Goku anime special, to the point where you canonized Bardock a few months after it aired. So why completely go against that special by changing Bardock into a decent man who, alongside his wife, lovingly sends Kakarot off to Earth in order to protect him from their home planet's impending destruction? Goku's story was great because it was a twist on the Superman story: he was sent to Earth as a baby with the intent of destroying it, not for his own protection. His father was largely apathetic toward him, was not there for him getting sent away, and never had any change of heart about his ruthless warrior lifestyle...he just went crazy and got killed. But now he's just Jor-El, getting an emotional moment alongside his wife as they sent their child into space for his own good. Way to take away everything unique and interesting, Toriyama.

Moro reveals his last wish.

The Super manga's first exclusive story arc started out with great potential, with Moro being a mysterious villain who did something no-one else had done before: make three wishes on the Namekian Dragon Balls but conceal what his third wish was, leaving the heroes and the reader in suspense as to what he wished for and how it would factor into his master plan. But then it ended up being revealed pretty quickly: he wished for every criminal in the Galactic Patrol's prison to be released in order to serve as his army. That's it!? This reveal is not only not worth the suspense, but the whole arc ends up going downhill from there, as Toyotaro begins filling it with cliches and blatant Author Appeal that drags on longer than it needs to.

Gohan awakens the beast within.

Originally, Dragon Ball Super: Super Hero was going to just be Piccolo's movie. Toriyama didn't want Gohan as a major player at all, but was convinced to have him be the co-star by the movie's producer. However, I am pretty damn sure the producer requested this with the Great Saiyaman in mind. It's called Super Hero and features two dramatically posing superheroes as antagonists. This is a situation tailor-made for the Great Saiyaman! And yet Gohan's superhero alter-ego is not seen nor referenced once throughout the entire movie. Instead, Toriyama ignores the Super anime and manga by starting up another "Gohan has been slacking off and stupidly believes he doesn't need to be prepared for a crisis and thus must be urged by Piccolo to start training and fighting and re-awakening his inner power" arc, which culminates in Gohan Beast vs. Cell Max, one of the most depressingly unoriginal things Toriyama has ever written. It's literally just Super Saiyan 2 Gohan from the Cell Saga combined with the "Gohan Blanco" internet meme. He acts exactly like his edgy Super Saiyan 2 self, even to a literal copy of Semi-Pefect Cell, as if he has completely forgotten how badly that whole thing went down and what it cost him! Gohan is finally afforded the spotlight and a major victory again after, and it's this!? This rotten bunch of Memberberries!? Credit to Toyotaro and the Super manga for doing its best to salvage this plot point. While I continue to be saddened by Toriyama's untimely passing, I'm glad that we still have someone capable to carry the torch going forward....something that Gohan may also at last be allowed to do now.

[heavyns]

addiction.

smut ; kuroo x f!reader

warnings: yandere tones and behaviour, dubcon/noncon, size kink kinda, aphrodisiac, overstimulation, corruption kink, a mix of praise kink and degradation kink, lots of vulgar language, whatever the fuck horny 2 am me thought was dirty talk

important note : okay this is nasty and in no way should be condoned in real life. THIS IS NOT LOVE. consent is important and even if someone does consent, if theyre under the influence of alcohol, drugs, etc. that still does not count as consent.

anyways again, this is super self indulgent but some of you all might enjoy it so i'll leave this here. i might write a part 2 wherein the s/o is actually not under the influence of anything and kuroo's manipulative and possessive self really jumps out but idk

kuroo was someone who didn't get drunk easily, didn't get hooked on things easily. but when it came to you, he was addicted. obsessed. he knows its not healthy and his actions would be deemed disgusting but he couldn't help it. not when his sweet little kitten was always so much more compliant this way. you had enjoyed it anyways.

he remembers the first time he's done this. you were so eager to please him. even when it was your first time, you took his cock so so well. and he remembers the time after that, and then the next and the next. it's been a few months since he started doing this but each time he does, you still think it's your first.

well he was partly to blame for it of course. you'd already be drinking yourself into a blackout drunk stupor at a party and he'd add a drug to the last drink he'd let you take, causing your hormones to act up and make you feel like a bitch in heat. it also makes you conveniently forget everything when you wake up.

you both had gone out to get some air, the red cup you were holding already empty of its spiked contents. a small smirk plays on his face seeing you fidget with the outfit you donned for the party.

"kitten are you feeling alright?" you turn to him and start giggling.

"never better!" you singsonged as you step closer to him and flashed him the same dazzling smile he's hooked on.

with the close proximity you had put yourself in, he can already see your half-lidded eyes blown out and your chest heaving labored breaths. your gaze flashes down to his lips and in a second, you gave him a peck. and then another. and another. until it melted into something more heated.

you didn't even try to fight for dominance as you submitted yourself to him. god, how can someone taste just so addicting? he's already feeling a semi grow the moment small mewls and moans come spilling out of your lips. the kiss breaks off as soon as he starts feeling your nails dig into his arm, signaling that you need to breathe.

"you've had too much to drink, how about we head home already?" he whispered to your ear, sending chills down. you only absentmindedly nodded at kuroo and proceeded to let him lead you. it was so endearing how much you trusted him. you didn't even question why he was bringing you over to his place instead of yours, already used to waking up on his bed with legs slightly sore but a smile and thanks as kuroo supposedly kept you safe.

you really had trusted him too much. it makes him want to just lock you up, keep you hidden from the rest of the world. it's so so tempting in all honesty, especially as he could be the only one to taint you. no, he should be the only one who can corrupt you. he is and will be the only one who stains your purity.

and he'll make sure of that.

who else can make your body elicit such reactions from just foreplay, if not him? who else can make your mind blank with thoughts of only him and pleasure? who else can make pure, delicate and oh-so-innocent you moan and say such sinful words?

it was addicting. being able to taint you over and over again. it's so cute how each time he does this, the look you give when you first see his cock is always the same, a mix of awe, anticipation and maybe even horror. he knows you were wondering if he can even fit but he already knew the answer.

a small plea leaves your mouth as he rubs his tip against your heat, collecting slick as he goes back and forth from your entrance. he chuckles as he can already see your mind go into overdrive from the teasing.

"please what kitten? i can't hear you."

"put... put it in, please, tetsuro."

"it? be more specific. and besides isn't this your first time, we should take it slow." he whispers to your ear in response. you let out a small hitch as at this point, he had aligned his cock right at your entrance already. he gave your thigh a squeeze as he watches your body squirm, eyes saying he won't let up until you say what he wants you to say.

"your cock! please! i'm begging you i'm ready just pleasepleaseplease-" you trail off as he lets the tip in, your body already welcoming it greedily. he watches your expression twist into that of pain, pleasure, confusion, and lust.

"your wish is my command, my love."

kuroo lets out a hiss as he pushes more of his length in, your walls already squeezing against him. it amazes him, how tight you still are. his hands grip your hips, keeping you in place as the sensation of him filling you to the brim was too much.

"t-tetsu- oh my god. pull.. pull out please you can't-" tears start forming as your former thoughts of you being able to take all of him dissipated. he quickly starts kissing you with fervor, swallowing your cries as he continues his actions, stretching you out entirely.

this was definitely one of his favorite parts from this regimen. the sight of you under him looking so small, tears streaming down your pretty face with his cock balls deep in you. if he could snap a photo to preserve this moment, he would. but he settles to commiting it to memory instead. its not like he needs a photo when he's seen you make this same face each time he makes love to you.

but soon enough, he can feel you tightening around him, confusion further settling in your face even more as the pain slowly fades into something else.

"see kitten, it's fine. you can take me. your body is all ready, adjusted to my cock so quick. like it was made to be fucked by me." his hips start thrusting into you, setting a slow and dragging pace at first. making sure you feel every vein, every inch of his cock.

"look at you, already making such a slutty face just from this pace? first time taking a dick but your pussy is so fucking eager, sucking me right back in." you could only moan from the dirty words that come tumbling from your boyfriend's mouth, hips starting to buck up into him, wanting to feel more.

he tutted and pulled out, a whine escaping you instantaneously. with little to no effort, he flipped your body over on your knees, his hand grabbing your hair and pulling your back to an arc. his length already probing back at your entrance and without warning, slamming back inside you with full force. a rough pace replacing the sensual one from before.

"i was taking it slow since this is your supposed first time, but you're such a whore aren't you? you really want to get fucked that badly? you really want to feel just how ruined you can get?" he asked but your mind couldn't form anything comprehensive from the way he was treating you. only your moans, his low groans and grunts and the lewd sound of skin slapping can be heard.

ah, how much he had loved this part as well. every single time he starts out slow, fully knowing just how needy you'd be from the aphrodisiac and foreplay, you'd always start begging to be fucked into oblivion. and who was he to deny the desires of his goddess?

he starts leaving open-mouth kisses to your body, careful not to leave any marks because as much as he wants to, he didn't want you to find out what happened the next morning. one hand trails up to play with your breasts and give your neglected nipple the much needed attention it wants. the other hand slithers down from your hips to your clit, causing a sharp inhale from you.

"fuck, you take me so well. even on your actual first time with me back then, you've done such a good job too. and still so tight- ah- i can't count how many times i've fucked you raw like this." his words were barely registering in your head as you start to feel lightheaded from the overdrive of pleasure and lust he's put you in.

"you forgot, but your body clearly didn't. you're so fucking wet, you're dripping onto my bedsheets. did you really miss my cock that much? you missed it didn't you? tell me how much you missed it." he prods as his hand comes back to your hips and helps you meet him halfway into the thrusts.

"i- ah fuck- missed you and your cock so so so much tetsu it feels so- oh! - good to have it in me again!"

"tell me how much you want it- no- need it, kitten."

"you t-taste so good- oh god! - i don't know how i lived without your cock before. it's so- ah! - thankyouthankyouthankyou!" you exclaimed as he pressed his chest flush against your back and brings his lips close to your ear.

"such a whore i've turned you into. you were such a good girl too, pure like white, just waiting for me to taint and stain. and now you're a cock-loving slut. all for me. my cock-loving slut. my perfect little kitten. my goddess to corrupt."

he starts leaving kisses all over your cheek until you turn your head and meet his lips with heat, saliva dribbling down the corner of your mouth as your hands travels up. one to entangle in his hai and the other to start playing with your nipple. you can feel it, the twisting and tightening of something like a knot in you.

then you start seeing stars, as kuroo hits a certain spot in you. a whole new wave of pleasure crashing into you as he keeps hitting the same spot repeatedly. and soon enough, his name starts tumbling out of your mouth like a mantra, a prayer. and the knot snapped.

he lets out a curse as you trap him in a vice-like grip, stars dancing your vision as you moan out his name. your body goes limp and leans onto kuroo's for support as he holds you up, hips still bucking into you.

"tetsuro- a-ah! - it hurts! fuck p-please no more i'm-" you protest as the overstimulation kicks in.

"it's okay kitten. you'll be okay. just one more, you can take one more. you'll be a good girl right? for me?"

he chooses to ignore your pleas and opted to leave kisses on your neck as tears start to wellin your eyes from the pain, mind screaming that enough. but he knows you'll be enjoying yourself soon, you always did.

and soon enough, you feel yourself melt back into his ministrations and submit into the lust, a high derived from the pain and pleasure nearing. he can feel himself reaching his high as well, the pace becoming erratic. then it became too much, your back arcing and your vision nearly going white as you drawl out his name, your walls clenching around him, and he couldn't pull out in time.

"ah! ah shit- fuck kitten! shitshitshit-" he cursed as his hips sputter into you, hands gripping hard on your hips, pulling your body closer into him. you were too good to him, milking his cock dry streak after streak. he hasn't cummed this hard for a long time, and he was sure every inch of your womb was painted with his seed. but as much as he loves the feeling of filling you up, he doesn't know if you're on the pill.

once the orgasms died down, he pulled out, a thick, heavy flow of his cum leaking out. and fuck, kuroo would be lying if the sight of your fucked out body under him bathing in the afterglow as his seed pours out of you didn't make his dick twitch.

rolling your body over right side up, he bends down and starts leaving a trail of kisses from your lips down to your abdominal area, eliciting small whines and mewls from you.

giving one last kiss atop your womb, he meets your eyes with a loving gaze. well, he supposes you getting pregnant from this isn't so bad.

he just has to make sure you remember your next time.

[brandyllyn]

I've been granted any request you say?

Ok so, Max...

He's often the one who teases her to death. But what about if he has some work to do and she decides to be an absolute pest. He's working on his laptop and she goes and bites his ear. He resists, but she stands in front of him naked finally getting his attention. Does our vampire fly or levitate? Because I picture him going feral and pushing her to the wall and just destroying her (in an amorous way ofc)

I used to have shame, I swear. But I regret nothing.

So this request was offered and accepted pre follower celebration and I'm only just finishing it up.

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Max Phillips x f!reader Words: 1.2k Rating: Explicit. blood and biting. fingering. masturbation (f)

"Max," you whined, rubbing you hands over his shoulders and then down his chest, crowding up against his back. He was at his desk, frowning at some spreadsheet on his laptop you didn’t bother to try and understand. "C’mon. It’s bedtime."

"Then go to bed," he mumbled, fingers clacking away at his computer.

"I want to go with you."

"I’m working."

You sighed, nuzzling into his neck. "You work too much."

"Someone has to pay for this apartment."

You frowned, "I thought vampires were super rich?"

"Give me a few years to get my investment portfolio really cooking and we’ll be set." He lifted your hands from his chest and pushed you away slightly. "In the meantime I have to work."

You pouted but turned away. It wasn’t the first time you’d gone to bed without him, but you had just bought a new lacey thing you were hoping he might like.

A thought occurred to you.

"Okay babe, I’ll see you in a bit." You gave him a soft kiss on the cheek, nibbling softly on his ear as you pulled away. He groaned and leaned back into you before catching himself.

"Minx."

You didn’t answer, just hummed as you went back to the bedroom, digging out the little box with it’s tissue paper wrapped surprise inside it. You held it up for a moment and frowned, finally digging out your phone to see how to translate what seemed to be a 2-D object to your 3-D body. You studied the photo of the model, giving it a skeptical look before trying it on yourself. You got the straps wrong the first two times and had to start over but eventually you were pulling into place - fluffing your breasts to show them to the best advantage.

Grabbing a random book from the night stand you sauntered back to Max’s office. Careful to not really catch his attention, you settled into the large chair near the window, just inside his peripheral vision.

"Mind if I read with you for a bit?"

"No just be-" he glanced up at you and froze, preternaturally still. His eyes raked over your body. You had draped yourself in the chair a little, one knee up so you could settle your book against your thigh.

"Just be what?"

"Good," he growled.

"I’m way over here," you pointed out, shifting slightly, watching Max’s eyes follow your breasts.

He growled again and you heard the sound of his fingers resuming on the keyboard.

The small book of erotica had been a gift ages ago from a friend and you���d never had a chance to read it. The first story didn’t interest you and you flipped past it quickly. Neither did the second. But the third…

You bit you lip as your eyes scanned the page. Two people were out on a top secret mission and they were really into each other. They started out teasing but before long he had her on her knees choking on his cock.

You squirmed in your chair a little, rubbing your thighs together. Barely noticing the small moan. Max’s eyes flew to yours but you avoided his gaze, biting your lip while you read about the man fucking into the woman’s mouth.

"Stop that."

Max’s words jolted you out of the story and you looked up at him with a frown.

"Stop what?"

"Whatever it is you’re doing that’s making your heart rate speed up and your pussy wet. I can hear it. I can smell it."

"It’s just because you’re here."

He shot you a smirk then his brows drew together. "Nice try. Behave yourself."

You nodded solemnly and shifted in the chair, 'accidentally' dropping your book. Sighing you stood and turned your back on Max, bending at the waist to retrieve it.

"Fuck."

You stayed bent over, looking back at him with wide eyes. "What?"

His jaw was clenched and you watched as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes. "You know you’re going to pay for this later right?"

"That seems like a problem for future me." You stood up again, settling back into your chair. Idly you began to stroke one finger around your nipple, barely holding back the soft moan.

"What are you reading?"

"A book."

"What about?"

You didn’t tell him, just started reading from where you’d left off. "He’s got both hands in her hair, her hands on his hips, and he’s fucking her face and fucking hell he can already feel himself coming. Feel his balls drawing tighter, his toes curling in his boots…"

"Fuck," Max growls and you hear the sound of his fist hitting the desk. You dare a glance up at him and see a stern expression on his face, his shoulders tense.

“’If you don’t want a throat full of cum," you continue reading, sliding a hand down your body, "you need to move. Now,’ he warns. But she doesn’t, just opens those beautiful eyes and stares into his soul and she swallows every last drop he gives her."

You cut yourself off with a low moan, dipping your fingers under the band of your lingerie and slowly circling your clit. From under your eyelashes you can see Max staring at his computer screen, nostrils flaring.

Ok, time for your secret weapon. You hated doing it but… you reached into the back of the book, the the small object you’d tucked inside. It had come in one of your beauty kits, a thin metal handle with a tiny loop on one end and a needle sharp point on the other. You had no idea what it was for but it would work for what you needed.

Setting the book down you gently took the object in your hand and set the needle point to the skin of your sternum. Slowly, deliberately, you slid it just under your skin, wincing slightly as you pulled it across in a thin line.

Blood welled up.

Every muscle in Max’s body went tense.

Slowly, with deliberate care, he turned to look at you. Your fingers between your thighs, your other hand slowly drawing the little droplets of blood down your skin.

You’d never seen Max teleport before, but he did have incredible speed, and he was by your side in a flash. His hand replacing yours between your thighs, his tongue slowly licking at the wound you’d made.

"Max," you whined, "I was reading."

"The fuck you were," he growled. His arms lifted you out of the chair and walked you to his desk, laying you out over it and never taking his mouth from your skin. He added another finger inside you, stroking in short, sharp jerks of his hand. "You’re a menace."

Ok, that wasn’t fair. "I’m a menace? Me?"

Max groaned an affirmative, slipping his thumb up to rub along your clit. "If I make you come will you leave me alone?"

"No."

A growl so low as to be almost a purr rumbled up from him. "That’s my good girl."

.

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A/N: The erotic story that you’re reading is my own Triple Frontier fic, War makes thieves and peace hangs them...

[stahlop]

Ready to Run (Prologue)

Here is my entry for the @captainswanmoviemarathon. This is my take on the Julia Roberts/Richard Gere romcom, Runaway Bride. I thought Emma with her walls, would be perfect in the Julia Roberts role. And Killian will be borrowing from his season 2 Hook for his attitude towards Emma.

Warning: Emma's character is currently engaged to Graham through most of this fic and there will be some references and scenes with her past grooms, so if you don't like reading about past relationships, don't read any further.

Thanks so much to the Captain Swan Movie Marathon for putting this together. I've been wanting to write this for at least a year, and this finally kicked my butt in gear to get it started.

And thanks to my beta @imlaxdris71​!

Summary:

When nationally known vlogger, Killian Jones, makes a scathing video about Runaway Bride, Emma Swan, who subsequently gets him fired, he vows to find out everything he can about her to prove that his video about her was right. After all, she's left three men at the altar and is getting ready to get married again. But on his journey to prove what a terrible person she is, he ends up finding out that Emma is not the villain he thought she was, and he may be falling for her as well.

Oh god, oh god, oh god! 

This wasn’t happening!

THIS WASN’T HAPPENING!

“Breathe honey, breathe.” A voice from behind her says. Her vision has gone black and everything sounds far away. She starts feeling dizzy. Oh god, she can’t faint in front of everyone on top of everything else.

“Good thing I always carry spare paper bags in my purse.” The voice, sounding vaguely like her mother’s, says. She hears the crinkling of paper and then a brown paper bag is shoved in front of her face. “Here sweetie, blow into this.” Emma finally recognizes the sweet sounds of her mother’s voice coming from behind her. She blows into the paper bag and the dizziness starts to subside and her vision starts to come back. Unfortunately, the reason for her major breakdown is still in her line of vision. Neal Cassidy, love of her life, soon to be husband, groom to her bride as they are standing in front of a crowd of people on the back porch of her parent’s farmhouse, has just been arrested by the police before the nuptials could even begin!

She had been admiring her dress in the antique full-length mirror. It had been her mother’s dress—a white sleeveless ball gown with a feathered skirt. She had no idea how her mother had managed to keep it the same snow white that it had been on her wedding day, or how she’d managed to not lose a single feather from it. Of course, it was a little more snug on her than it had been on her mother as Mary Margaret had not been four months pregnant when she’d gotten married. Leave it to Emma to end up with a shotgun wedding. But she really did love Neal, regardless of the pregnancy. It was as her mother was finishing curling her hair that they heard the commotion outside and the unmistakable sound of the town sheriff reading rights to someone. Emma had swung open the door, only to see Neal being led away in handcuffs screaming that he was innocent and that this was all a big mistake. 

And now she was here, breathing into a paper bag in front of practically the whole town.

In the days that follow, the whole story finally comes out. Neal Cassidy, whom Emma’s parents already dislike due to the fact that he is twenty-three and she is barely eighteen, stole some watches from a jewelry store in Boston, a good four hours from their little town of Storybrooke, Maine over a year ago. He had been caught on camera and the FBI had come looking for him. The goddamn FBI had come and arrested her fiancé ! 

The FBI came back a day or two later to question Emma about the whole thing. Luckily, she’d met Neal after the heist so nothing could be pinned on her. But they did take away the delicate diamond studded watch Neal had given her as her wedding present, as it was apparently one of the stolen watches. Emma wonders what else Neal gave her that was stolen.

After the debacle of her non-wedding, life goes on as normal in her town. But because Storybrooke is so small, everyone comments to her about what happened at the wedding. No one tiptoes around it whatsoever. So Emma just goes with it. She laughs when Ashley, her photographer, makes a joke about never wanting to see pictures of Neal again when giving her back her deposit. She smiles when Aurora, from Beauty Bakery, tells her to keep the cake since chocolate is always good for stress eating, and she’s sure Emma will be doing a lot of that in the coming days. When her best friend Elsa claims to have thought Neal was a jerk from the beginning and she never thought he’d do right by her, Emma comes out with her own half-truths just to make Neal look worse in her own eyes, even though she’d been blindly in love with him right up until his arrest.

When Henry is born five months later, looking so much like Neal with his big brown eyes and thatch of brown hair, Emma decides that this is all that she needs. She only needs the love of her family, and she’ll be damned if she’s lulled into marriage again by another smooth talking huckster. 

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[hermitcraftheadcanons]

Hello Internet, welcome to GAME THEORY, where instead of putting a joke here I want to ask you a question. It's time to talk UNDERTALE.

Now I don't think I've ever gotten this many requests to cover a theory, (no requests times no requests is still no requests.) Anyway, across my tumblr dashboard, NO ONE has asked for this. And honestly, I'm disappointed. True loyal theorists will know that Undertale is my favorite game of all time.

Undertale is a game where every character, from goat mom to grind fodder has a sympathetic design and a unique personality, motivations, goals, fears. Whether you're saving or slaughtering them, the game makes you feel something every time you enter an encounter. But to me, one character stood out amongst all the rest. SANS. A skeleton named after the font, Comic Sans. ANYWAYS, Sans is, well, there's a lot of mystery around this guy. And before we get into it, let me put up a very special spoiler warning: UNDERTALE is a game best experienced blind. So if you haven't played it, pause your reading of this and come back after you've finished. I PROMISE YOU, I PROMISE you won't regret it. Alright, so everyone out of the pool and ready for the adult swim? Good. Because I'm feeling pretty determined to get to the bottom of Sans' mystery. So just to recap for those of you who haven't played the game and ignored the SPOILER WARNING, or just need a refresher, Sans is one of the two skeletal brothers who appears in the game. His partner is Papyrus, a loud, goofy trap lover also named after a font. But in the world of Undertale their origins are a big question mark. All you really know is what's given to us by a shopkeeper in Snowdin, who explains that Sans and Papyrus, quote, “just showed up one day and asserted themselves.” Weird, right? What's more is that, well, Papyrus is just kinda the goofy sidekick. Sans is much more complex.

He likes fart jokes, but he's also incredibly powerful and deadly serious. Not only is his boss battle the hardest in the game, he's one of the only characters who has knowledge and power over space and time. He can take shortcuts around the world through ridiculous routes. Even is walking through walls. He also acknowledges that he's only one of infinite versions of himself, making self-aware commentary of the various timelines that you've played through in the game. He can even count the number of times he's killed you. He acts like an arbiter of this world, passing out judgements on the player's actions in the game, even explaining the secrets of EXP and LOVE, or EXECUTION POINTS and LEVELS OF VIOLENCE, just to clarify. In short, he just doesn't quite fit in with the rest of the world of monsters. But then, what, or who, is he? Well, the idea that he doesn't belong in the underworld seems to be correct.

The evidence seems to point to the fact that he WAS, in fact, formerly a surface dweller. In the true pacifist ending of the game, as the group looks out onto the horizon, Papyrus asks Sans about the giant ball in the sky. Sans says, quote, “we call that the sun.” This is important because A, the usage of the word WE, and knowledge of the sun shows that Sans has a kinship or knowledge with other humans, and B, that despite he and Papyrus both being skeletons, or, supposedly, brothers, and apparently appeared in underworld at the same time, they CLEARLY have two very different histories. Why would Papyrus not know the name of the sun but Sans would?

We get further clues to Sans' origins as we hear him say multiple times he wants to "go home" or "go back." He says as much during his dinner date scene at the Mettaton hotel. He notices that the player wants to go home and says, quote, "I know the feeling." He then continues, "maybe sometimes it's better to take what's given to you." As though he ended up in the underworld by accident. AND in a genocide run during his boss fight he says, quote, "look, I gave up trying to go back a long time ago." End quote. And before you say he means going back to the surface world, that's clearly not the full story. His very next line of dialogue is, "and getting to the surface doesn't really appeal anymore either." Key word here is “EITHER.” Yes, he seems to hail from the surface and wants to go back, but based on his dialogue he no longer considers it his home. It's as though the surface world he once knew is gone, as though he's from a different time. It's pretty intriguing. So we're left with a being that appeared out of nowhere, presumably from being from the human surface, but from a different time period, who seemingly has the power to teleport. That's a lot of questions and not a lot of answers.

But here's where things get REALLY interesting. Sans has a hidden workshop that takes a fair amount of searching to find. You could say it takes a lot of DETERMINATION to unlock. Anyways, obligatory determination references aside, as you start to look for this easter egg Sans gives you a key to his room and says "it's time you learn the truth." After some searching you find the workshop which contains items that leave even more questions. A photo album featuring Sans and a bunch of smiling people you don't recognize, a badge, blueprints with illegible handwriting, and a broken machine hidden behind a curtain. In the latest update, one more detail was added. A hand-drawn picture of 3 smiling faces with the words “don't forget.”

So, what does it all mean? Well a lot of Undertale theorists have been linking these details to a feature to a character named W.D Gaster. A ghostly character who never truly appears in the game. Honestly, covering him is a theory all unto itself, and probably one best saved for another day. Even still, none of the Gaster theories I've seen have been able to explain all the details. In particular, the photo album, and the badge. And that's what kept nagging me as I researched Undertale. A badge? That one in particular really stuck out to me. Why would such an oddly specific item to be hidden in the huge easter egg of a room? Something that supposedly reveals the truth about Sans? Badges just aren't important in Undertale. Then it hit me. What if this badge isn't from Undertale? What if this badge is from a completely different series? And was, in fact, the most important badge in the history of gaming? One of the Iskall patreon badges.

Now, for those of you wondering what I'm talking about, the Iskall Patreon Badges are a pivotal item from Iskall’s patreon. You know, the one on Hermitcraft. Anyway, the Iskall Patreon Badges are a really important part of Iskall’s character. So I asked myself; what if the badge in Sans' drawer was ONE OF THOSE EXACT badges? Well first off, it made Undertale connected to my favorite youtuber, thereby making it even COOLER, but that's still a pretty big logical leap. I needed more. Let me tell you, as I started looking, more and more pieces started to fit into place.

In Hermitcraft Season 6, there are three Architechs. (This was before Stress joined in season 7.) These 3 were Iskall, Grian and MumboJumbo. And what does Sans happen to have in his other drawer? A photo album with pictures of Sans with people you don't recognize. Of course you don't know them, they're not characters present in Undertale. And note the word that's used here, PEOPLE you don't recognize. Not underworld monsters. So that's 2 items oddly linked to the Hermitcraft series.

But then, how do the blueprints and broken machine fit in? Well, in the final stretch of Hermitcraft, Iskall is the only one who hasn’t died since the Demise game, so he sells his own body to the highest bidder. Except, it comes with a cost. Everyone is poor. As a result, and with the help of ImpulseSV, the Architechs (minus Mumbo,) are forced to finally kill Iskall, ending his streak since the beginning of demise. I watched this episode in 2020 and I'm not ashamed to admit that when I first saw this scene, I cried. It's DEVASTATING.

Iskall says goodbye to his friends, his co-workers, this character you've grown to love and care about is suddenly promising to sacrifice his life. For all he knows, there is no possibility of him being able to come back after his Demise. It's this incredibly dark departure in the final moments of what was otherwise a fun, quirky, and colorful Season 6.

So what does all of this have to do with Undertale? A LOT, actually. But the first thing you need to know is that the hermits are known for their, let's say, unique written linguistic style.

That would explain the illegible handwriting on the blueprints. And the machine? I think a broken infinity portal is behind that curtain. Now that may seem like a stretch, but it actually explains a lot.

If Sans wound up in Undertale via whacky infinity portal hyjinx, it could provide a reason for why he's a skeleton. He used the machine as organic matter and suffered the consequences. Not killing him, but turning at least a part of him into a pile of bones. That could also explain why Sans has given up hope for going home. Remember the infinity portal is a time machine. By being in the underworld, he's not only in a different place, but based on how he talks, he's also in a different time, with no hope of travelling back to the time he came from. This could theoretically happen. It turned Scar into a wizard and completely disintegrated Welsknight, so the rules are… Flimsy at best.

But the crossovers between Hermitcraft and Undertale continue. In Grian’s episode, (EDIT IN TIMESTAMP) he mentions he’s amazed that Iskall only escaped his demise with a lost arm. He says Iskall had “a lot of determination to not die for real,” and that he’s going to continue to study this. Seems awfully similar to the same experiments happening in Undertale around the trait of determination, no? Especially since so much has shown that Sans was a key player in those experiments.

But I'm sure you also want physical evidence right? Well don't worry, because I have plenty. Take a look at Iskall and Sans side by side. Iskall’s left eye is replaced with a diamond loupe. Sans’ left eye glows blue when he’s mad. Both have extremely chill yet are known for their jokes and, dare I say, laugh.

In short, we have some incredibly strong proof that the Hermitcraft Cinematic Universe, (HCU) is somehow connected to the Undertale world, which brings us back to our initial question, WHO IS SANS?

Well, what if we took it one final step and said that Sans happened to be Iskall from Hermitcraft? Sent through the Infinity Portal at the end of season 6 to go to Season 7, carrying an Iskall Patreon Badge and his photo album. Not only do all the items in the workshop suddenly fit, but so does Sans’ behavior.

Remember, Sans can seemingly travel extremely quickly. And Iskall just happens to have an elytra, a device that allows people to travel hundreds of metres extremely quickly. This even explains why Sans bleeds when you finally hit him. He is, or at least, WAS, a human.

Oh and finally, Sans shares two out of five letters with the name Iskall. That's just a fun one. I thought it was worth mentioning.

But if there was any doubt, we have to look no further than the creator's previous work. Toby Fox, the man behind Undertale is actually DocM77, the creator of every hermit (besides Scar.) Now, if Toby Fox, the creator of Undertale, is also DocM77, creator of Iskall, we know they will most definitely share a universe. Which brings us back to Undertale. 2 faces, with “don't forget” written on it? It's Iskall, trying to remember his 2 friends. In short, Undertale is a continuation of Toby’s version of Hermitcraft Season 6, with Iskall never being able to get home, adopting the name Sans. The pieces all just seem to fit. Now all we need is an appearance from Ethoslab and we’ve got ourselves a true sequel.

But hey, that's just a theory. A GAME THEORY! THANKS FOR WATCHING!

[punkscowardschampions]

Grace & Janis

Grace: I thought you were back??! Janis: I've just gone to 🐕🏃 Janis: didn't fancy hockey in the freezing cold when I could be 💰 instead Grace: oh okay Janis: Mia will have to try and kneecap me another time Grace: 🙄 please Grace: like she has the energy to go after us both Janis: Yeah, you might wanna make whatever alibi for NY you have watertight Janis: they were cooking up their version of event in physics Grace: that was days ago, everyone's talking about you and your boyfriend again now, babes Grace: not my 🤢 🤮 🤧 🤒 Janis: then you're welcome Janis: but it ain't just bugs bunny who's slow on the uptake, much as they'd like to portray Grace: she can't prove I wasn't sick, she wishes Janis: send me an anon, if you want Janis: about what I did, throw something in about getting you soup or some bollocks Grace: cos that worked SO WELL when Ella tried it Grace: it's fine, I wasn't in the mood to go anywhere or post anything Janis: 1. you aren't as blatant as they are 2. people wanna know what I'm up to, idiot, it's not like 'hi pls tell me what your sister grace was doing between the hours of 8-2 on new years tah' Grace: literally nobody is but whatever Grace: 1 sec Grace: [sending those anons like] Grace: 👌👌?? Janis: don't need to tell me Janis: [does the responses] Janis: there you go Grace: 💜 Janis: yeah, crisis well adverted Grace: neither of us are in crisis, you're 😍😍 & I'm 🙄🏑 Janis: 👌👌 Janis: far as any cunt's concerned Grace: yeah Janis: I'm at his house Grace: cute Janis: he's not here Janis: said I could stay though Janis: if I need Grace: like I said, it's beyond obvious he cares Janis: you think it's weird Grace: ?? Janis: him and me Grace: why would I think it's weird and why would you care? Janis: Alright, what do you think then Grace: I literally just said how cute you were Janis: you say that about things usually when you don't mean it Janis: it's a them thing you've picked up Grace: excuse you, you'd know if I didn't mean it Grace: I've never once come at you telling you to dump him Grace: it'd be a big thing like !!!!!!!!! Grace: having no chill is a me thing Janis: if I was one of the gals, sure Janis: you and me don't do that Grace: UM hello, you're my sister Grace: you wouldn't listen to me but I'd still TRY Grace: if he was like the worst ever Janis: you don't reckon he's Liam 2.0 then? Grace: why are you even bringing him up? Janis: nans got a shit poker face Janis: she looked like she'd seen a 👻 when she met him Janis: briefly Grace: it's nan, babes Grace: she thinks every boy is going to do us dirty in every way possible Grace: with this family's track record she does have a point but like Grace: just no Grace: you're not her, you wouldn't Janis: love made her stupid Janis: she could've done anything and she decided to die in a car crash with a lad who only liked her as much as Ri Grace: & I repeat you're not like her so don't even Janis: not that smart to begin with Grace: shut up Grace: you literally do physics with Mia & Ella Janis: and they're right geniuses that pair Janis: 🙄 Janis: Ella'd learn rocket science if she got to be up Mia's hole Grace: 🙄🙄🙄🙄 Janis: it's not hard, all I'm saying Grace: cos you're not stupid, duh Grace: & he really likes you so stop Janis: what do you mean? Grace: what do you mean, what do I mean? Janis: what should I stop? Grace: I know a freak out when I see one Grace: 👑 of Janis: Got no reason to freak out Grace: exactly so don't Janis: I ain't Grace: 👌👌 sure Janis: what would I be freaking out about? Janis: not broken into his house here, like Grace: idk this is the longest convo we've had in forever Janis: must be the way you accuse me of having mental breakdowns Janis: not very endearing tbh Grace: ha ha Grace: but not even Janis: I shouldn't tell him Janis: about Ana, and all that Janis: should I Grace: he was a church Grace: I don't think he'd be 😱😱😱 Janis: don't paint me in the best light Grace: maybe put the 💬 equivalent of like, a filter on it Grace: if you do tell Janis: I didn't try to kill her, she just slipped Janis: 👍 Grace: it was A LOT Janis: she always is Janis: dunno what kind of cult he found that fucking bitch in though Grace: ugh, let's not Janis: she ain't going to just fuck off Janis: even if Ana is going to sulk thinking I'll come and apologize Grace: well, some of us are being forced to play hockey, hun, instead of having a mental breakdown Janis: you scream if the ball comes near you, I've seen you Grace: I don't want to have to hit it 💅! Janis: exactly, don't act like you're busy Grace: I'm not saying I'm busy, I'm saying I'm not trying to be busy 😢😢 thanks Janis: fuck all to cry about Janis: that's the point Janis: I'm not pretending her kids, or any of the fucking others, mean anything to me Janis: or he did Grace: if that's how you feel don't tell barista boy any of it, end of convo Grace: it was just family drama, no specifics Janis: of course that's how I feel Janis: shouldn't be surprising Grace: I'm not surprised Janis: you're an idiot if you feel any different Grace: you can stop, it's not like I want any of them to exist either Janis: someone needs to back me up Janis: you know full well Ri won't stop seeing her, and Junior ain't about and if he were he'd do fuck all as well Grace: okay so what are we going to do? Janis: that's what we need to work out Janis: why should they be the only ones allowed to talk about him Janis: how amazing he was Grace: she's the loudest Grace: if we could be louder then Janis: it's a joke and everyone around us fucking knows it Janis: someone needs to lay it out for her, finally face it, for what it actually is Janis: who he was Grace: but she's never gonna hear it from either of us like that Grace: it would literally have to come from god, babes Janis: maybe it can Janis: hmm Janis: leave it with me, but think what you want to say Grace: ??! Grace: obviously I'll 🤔🤔 though Janis: might take a while Janis: but fuck it Janis: she ruined my new years Grace: yeah, mine too Janis: would've been a shite party anyhow Grace: that's totally not the point Janis: put it in your letter Janis: already got enough people in a mood with me Grace: fine Janis: fuck sake Grace: UM rude, why are you swearing at me? Janis: because it ain't my fault Grace: I'm not blaming you for what happened Grace: I was there Janis: I told her to get out of my way Janis: she should've, simple as Grace: I know Grace: I was freaking out too, she deliberately ambushed us Janis: you didn't cunt punt her though so you know Grace: yeah but you'd be on my side if I did so Janis: if you do it now it will look like you're copying me, just fyi Grace: & I've never been accused of that before ever 🙄 I think I'd find a way to cope Janis: hardly the sister you copy now Janis: don't need to know the ins and outs to see that Grace: cos nobody EVER brings up the past 🙄🙄 Grace: beyond focused on only 💬 about us now, like Janis: that's why I've given them something to talk about Grace: & that's great for you, babes Janis: not like you can't Grace: not in the same way Janis: not unless there's another new kid any time soon Grace: not holding my breath Janis: it's not the only way Grace: 😂😂 what else am I gonna do?? Janis: depends Janis: they're gonna chat shit, regardless, that's obvious Janis: what would you rather they said Grace: is that like, a trick question?? Janis: why would it be Grace: UM it's a little too late for me to try & overhaul what people 💬 about me, hun Janis: hardly Janis: stuck here for another 3 Janis: you could have a totally different rep in that time Grace: hardly Grace: ALL the receipts exist Janis: 🙄 Grace: you have NO idea Janis: yeah Janis: 'course I don't Grace: so are you done trying to make me a better person or ?? Janis: I'm not trying to do shit Janis: if you're gonna cry about it, you could at least try Janis: that's the point Janis: don't complain if you ain't Grace: if I wanna talk about my rep, grandma & god are ALWAYS available Grace: you brought it up Grace: literally all I said was congrats on your 😍😍 Janis: your rep is 😢😢 and freakouts Janis: you said Grace: no I didn't Grace: I said I know a freakout when I see one Janis: well it is Janis: we all get chatted on Janis: if all you want to do is cry about it that's your look out but no one is gonna feel sorry for you Janis: least of all me Grace: I didn't ask Grace: for your opinion or sympathy Janis: yeah, people NOT looking for sympathy 👑 themselves queen of 😭😱 Janis: good luck with that, really working in your favour Grace: I'm talking to you not tweeting it out but sure Grace: thanks Janis: you think it's a secret? Janis: pretty sure your own friends and any guy you'd ever fucked wouldn't treat you like shit if you didn't reek of the desperation of it all Grace: grandma being literally the worst, which is all we were talking about when I said I was 😢😢 is as close to a secret as this family gets Grace: but 👌 attack me Janis: I'm not interested in living this lie with you rn Janis: you cry all the time Grace: &? Grace: you get angry all the time, I'm not judging you Janis: and this is why no one has anything to say about you Grace: whatever, Janis Grace: I didn't come here for this Grace: 👋 Janis: 😢😢 Grace: 🙄🙄🙄 Janis: you're a fucking joke, Grace Grace: this whole family is Grace: 👏 that you changed the news cycle for a sec Janis: 👏 that you're less interesting than Mia and Ella and all they do is slowly starve themselves to death Janis: people aren't going to forget suddenly that you belong to this family, just 'cos you try to blend into the walls Grace: like I said, you have no idea Janis: Yeah, I do Janis: we all get talked about, I did when I was doing literally nothing Grace: not about me & it's not like you care so just focus on yourself Grace: my rep is my problem Janis: it is your problem if you can't take the tiniest bit of initiative and see that being a lesser version of Rio is just going to make people talk about her more Grace: people aren't going to stop talking about her just cos I have a fake personality overhaul Janis: it's about the comparison Janis: you don't wanna be your own person, no? Janis: carry on getting Mia to dress you Grace: 😂😂 mhmmmm cos we all just get to be our own person Grace: if I'm not compared to her, it's Edie or you Janis: yeah, wild how no one is mistaking you 2 for sisters Janis: no amount of her leftovers is gonna make you exempt Janis: try getting crippled, evidently worked for Billie Janis: get a sex change, Junior who? Grace: hilarious Janis: we all got our lot Janis: and they're getting bored of their charity work with you Janis: what are you gonna do then, huh? Grace: yeah & yours is nothing like mine so stop coming for my life Janis: we're literally twins Grace: oh please Janis: sorry, not much can be done about it now Grace: duh Janis: 🧱 Grace: 👌👌 Janis: fuck this Grace: 👋 Janis: 🖕 Grace: 💜