#id pay real money for one actually

[radical-boy-kisser]

your tangent in the reblog tags for my blorbo verdict on xiao was so relatable my god /silly

the autism had words to say and the words were heard

He's literally the guy ever i love him so much

[nazuna-tunnel-vision]

aight i got the rabits badge from clearing 30 lives, time to quit enstars until tsukasa's centre event. i may or may not have >50 whistles left but its fine

[girlivealwaysbean]

dni.

[bluerosefox]

Phantomish Rogues

Team Phantom get ripped from their home universe into the DCverse. With no money or real ID's in this world. Now thats a problem.

Another big problem is that Danny is badly injured and his core kinda put him into a deep cryo sleep. He needs to rest and gather ectoplasm.

Bigger problem Team Phantom have no clue how to get home because they don't know how to decode the Fenton Portal blue-prints, not even Jazz who at the time didn't pay attention to her parents portal work anymore by the time they finished it. The only one who does have an idea is Danny!

Biggest problem, they landed in a place called Gotham that seems to be overrun with actual villains and heroes? (vigilantes). And for some odd reason many of them seem to find them no matter where the Team goes to hide.

Until they can get their hands on a safe space, tech, and money, Team Phantom might have to go a bit Rogue/Villainous if they wanna keep Danny safe until he wakes up.

[thatbitchery]

Random reminders because I'm in a random posting mood lately

What you engage with you tolerate. That's how you say yes- engagement. The second you respond to it you give the signal you tolerate it. Attention and engagement= yes.

You have free will. You can literally just- not. You can just - fuck this shit and go. You can leave mid dentist appointment. You can just walk out on a bad date. You can just not respond to that text literally. You have free will you can literally just not. You can just ignore it. You can just delete. You can just go for a drive at 3 am. You can just cancel. You can just jump on a plane. You can just drop that course and do what you want. You can just block. Unfollow. Disengage. Say yes. Ask them out.You have both free will and an ID. Add adult money to that equation and this world is yours.

If you are not their parent don't parent them? Why are you teaching a fully grown adult basic manners what are you doing. Why are you having relationship problems with people you are not in a relationship with what even is that. If someone has an issue with you it's THEIR job to tell you they have an issue with you and yours to choose whether or not you want to do something about it? Why are you *are you mad uwu 🥺* people if they are mad they can tell you? If not that's a them problem? At which point did you become everyone's moderator and how much are you getting paid? If it's not your child (or a child. Below 15) don't raise it?

If you're not a machine don't decode. If someone can't come at you straight that's a them problem. We respond to passive aggressiveness with literal logic. If someone wants to degrade you they have to come at you direct, not send subs ? At this big age we are still responding to sarcasm and backhanded shit. If you said you're running a bakery and uncle Andrew tries to degrade that by *oh and how much will that make* you give him actual statistics and move on. If girl *that dress is so pretty* when she means the opposite you just *I'd hope so* and move on. We don't decode underlying statements and meanings we give a literal answer and treat people like adults that mean exactly what they say. (PS, CoC has such a great video on this where they call it the child's reply method. Children don't read under they just answer. That's what we do we don't read under if someone has something to say, they say it direct).

Mind the business that pays you.

Argument is sibling and husband privilege everyone else is right and you are wrong. Stop needing people to validate your reality, trust yourself. Argument is just to feed your ego I know you know no one is changing their opinion because you *owned* them in some argument it just makes you feel like you're a big deal- get a degree it has the same effect plus credibility. Argument is sibling and husband privilege. Everyone else is right. You're wrong. You're sorry you breathed the same air as them .move on. Stop engaging your ego (and other's) and learn how to not get triggered. Your reality is real to you and you're the only person it needs to be real to. Let it go. Study if your ego needs pumping so bad. *Destroying* someone in an argument was an adolescent thing, grow up. Validate yourself and learn to trust your thoughts and feelings and interpretation of the world so you stop needing everyone to cosign to be okay. Be someone formidable so you stop needing to earn it by stepping everyone else down.

"Okay. And?" . See this statement? <- . This one right here. This, this is the one. Not even with others as much as with you. In your life. Okay he didn't text back. Okay , and? Okay you don't have enough money for it. True. And? Then what? What next ? And this is an actual question that needs a real answer not some faux bad bitch mantra. An actual answer, now what ? What then? What next?

We don't deal with problems we don't have. Here, in this house? In this house we cross that bridge when we get there, we don't anticipate there might be a bridge that we might need to cross and then we will need shoes and- stop creating problems to solve. Come back to the present. Come back to the room. Solve the problems you have now, move on. When you get there, you'll know what to do. You have adaptability and a working brain you'll be fine. You're not weak. You're not stupid. You're not a newborn. You've survived worse and there are such things a survival mechanisms that you were born with. What's the point of being stressed twice, now and then?

[the-witchhunter]

DP x DC: Ghost x Family

So, back on my cute romcom BS

So the premise. Dani, as Danny's speed grown clone, wasn't the most physically stable. Turns out, it's really hard to speed grow a clone, and even harder when ectoplasm is involved. There's not enough time for the structures to properly stabilize and that leaves the cellular structure pretty weak and prone to breaking down into goo. The ecto dejecto was just a temporary solution and other measures were needed

aka Dani had to essentially grow a body from scratch the old fashion way, so she's now physically her actual age minus a couple months

So Danny, at the age of 20, is the father of a 4 year old Dani and is trying to keep a low profile in Gotham. His and his daughter's existence is still illegal, and being the single father of a 4 year old ghost girl isn't exactly easy. Now Danny has to deal with the very real threat of CPS being called on him by a neighbor, and trying to get Dani into school without either of them having papers for their assumed identity of Danny and Dani Nightingale and money to by fake documents. He'd ask Tucker, but that requires braking radio silence and potentially putting a target on all three of their backs.

Danny, desperate, asks his neighbor Jason to pose as his significant other for a meeting. Jason agrees, but things escalated and frankly he's now emotionally invested and committing to the bit

So now he and Danny have legally been married for about 4 months according to the papers Babs made them. The fake ID, birth certificates, SSNs, and high school diploma for the Nightingales were simple enough for her to do, but man Jason is going to owe her a BIG favor for this.

They move in together, Dani goes to a good private school, Jason is effectively Danny's sugar daddy paying for a sizable chunk of all this, and they are committing to the loving married couple bit, which is hard to do when the new in-laws are detectives

The best part?

Danny has not figured out Jason is the Red Hood, and Jason doesn't know about the ghost stuff. The only one that does? Dani, and she is physically and mentally 4 and watching Jason and Danny fall in love

oh the shenanigans

OR

I've been watching SPY x FAMILY and just need the fake relationship/family turns into a real relationship/found family dynamic. Jason is basically Loid, Danny is pretty much Yor, Dani fills the role of Anya, and uncle Dick is Yuri, except he's doting on Dani.

Dick is a smart man, but I love the headcanon that Jason is his emotional blindspot. Jason? MY Littlewing? He couldn't possibly.

[hayleymarriedjakurai]

mouthwashing x drdt

NOT a situation where im like "ok whit = daisuke" no. this is a different situation. their own scenario, trust. XF-Ture Express, despite its reputation for being one of the most reliable delivery services across the galaxy, has a terrible inside system. They have one of the lowest failure rates of the space freighters, being at a whopping 5% chance. Employees are paid a hefty amount, motivated by good working conditions on each ship with quality leisure activities and meal plans. But only the ones who earn it get such treatment. The hierarchy in which employees are forced to participate in never leaves the walls of the building. You do your job right and kill yourself working, you get assigned better ships with better shipments. It is as simple as that. So it is unfathomable when Captain Xander Matthews, considered one of the best, is assigned to a ship that is just barely allowed to launch. The "Fatebringer", is what it is called. It just scraped by inspection and is subpar for an XF-Ture ship, but supposedly it is necessary. Xander's job is not an easy one, but simple enough for someone of his caliber. He is to take this crappy ship, along with a shipment, to the exoplanet where the the better functioning ships are maintained and created. He and his crew will turn in this old junk ship for a sleek, modern one and move the shipment to it. Then on their way back, they will deliver it and return to Earth. Simple, they said. Child's play for a captain with so much experience. So it only makes sense for the best of the best to be assigned with him. Rose Lacroix. Her job is what is called 'the documenter'. She has no real purpose other than to keep track of supplies, as well as record daily minutes regarding every single thing that happens on board that is important to note. Due to her memory, she is considered the best to keep track of large quantities of items/the best to spot minor inconsistencies or things that are misplaced. She only needs to walk around a ship once to get it down properly. She has worked with Xander once before. Arturo Giles. The medic. He is apparently not new to this field despite being so young. He is usually quite unbearable and does not prefer to speak to his fellow employees, as most are deemed "too hideous". Despite his terrible personality, he is undeniably the best medic to have on a long assignment due to his quick efficiency. He claims that one day, the company will realize that he deserves better than what he has. (Despite being named the best medical employee.) He has worked with Rose twice, David once. J Moreno. The best mechanic for any ship, especially one as crap as the Fatebringer. When nothing needs to be fixed, she prefers to help out others if they need it (only if they deserve it, of course.) As much as she would prefer to stay on her own, she knows teamwork always comes first on long hauls. Her true identity is known to the company; they still put her actual name on all official documents and tech. She has to manually hide these things, as well as her ID card. Mariabella Rosales and XF-Ture collaborate a lot for financial purposes. She will advertise them with her existence/commercials/whatever, and they will pay her. And of course, never make J's employment public. If J weren't so good at what she does, they would not have cared. But they really like Mariabella's money so. As of now, Julia Rosales is considered MIA. David Chiem. Xander's co-pilot and good friend. David is usually the morale booster of his crews, always keeping spirits up and energy high despite the monotony of long hauls. He is usually who people will go to for advice or mental health discussions in place of the medic for two reasons: He cannot medically document anything, AND he is just such a fantastic listener! He always knows what to say! Xander and David have lost count of how many shipments they have done together. Teruko Tawaki. The stowaway of the Fatebringer who was not meant to be there. She was never meant to be there.

Teruko is usually assigned co-pilot. She has never worked with anyone else on the ship, so it is unclear whether or not her strange misfortune is known to any of them. Every ship she has ever been on has failed to bring their shipments on time- or at all. She has even seen crew members die in front of her. There have been near crashes, close calls...always when she is there. Nobody can terminate her. She has technically done nothing wrong, and firing her for no reason could mean a lawsuit or her spreading rumors about the company. So when Xander is given his assignment, he can only be dumbfounded when written in pen, he spots it. "Kill Teruko Tawaki. Find a way." And so Teruko is brought onto the ship, unconscious and hidden away. When she awakens, Xander will tell everyone that she is a surprise extra crew member. The excuse is that while she is usually co-piloting, XF-Ture is interested in having Teruko's skills expanded by having her shadowing the best of the best. Teruko, not remembering much, accepts this and trusts Xander. David's true personality is the same in canon: cold, cruel, manipulative. He feels threatened by Teruko's presence. After learning that her usual role is his, his theory is that she snuck onto the ship to prove she is better suited/to get him terminated. He treats her as normal UNTIL the crash. Xander is aware of Teruko's past jobs in vivid detail. He has been given reports, seen the documents...how much happens wherever she goes. He wants to get rid of her as soon as possible to keep the crew safe despite his guilt. Things go smoothly...until he receives word that XF-Ture is done for. It had only been two months, so what happened? The Rosales family suddenly stopped funding them, and everything crumbled after that. Nobody ever realized how much of their funding came from them. Xander felt mild relief. He truly does not want to kill a seemingly innocent woman for the company. After all, if she were truly responsible for any of those terrible things, they would have fired her with no hesitation. There must be a reason why she's still employed. But now they're all out of a job. What does that mean for them? Xander's mental health starts to plummet. Small things on board start to go wrong, and his first paranoid thought is to blame Teruko for being there. He becomes obsessed with reading over the reports from the crews that suffered in her presence. They were right; she's the cause. He confides in David, panicked and drained. Xander was a good man; far too good to kill anyone. Even if the people who told him to do so were technically no longer in charge of them...Teruko still needed to go. There's no reason to do the delivery, and there only thing they can really do is go to the exoplanet to swap out ships for a comfortable ride home. But with Teruko on board, there is no guarantee that they'll even get back to Earth. Xander tells him everything- too much. David decides that Teruko cannot make it back no matter what. Whatever field she gets to next will be riddled with destruction and possibly worse. Everyone here is at the top of XF-Ture, the best in a dead company. It is too late for any of them to climb to the top of another wage slave ladder. So he crashes the ship. Teruko Tawaki must die. If Xander cannot do it, he does not mind staining his filthy hands with more blood. What else happens? Who knows.

[ladykailitha]

How I would do a sugar daddy/sugar baby AU. (I hope this doesn't awaken anything in me *side eyes the omegaverse*)

I've seen this well done in this fandom, I'm not saying I haven't, but of the ones I've seen they tend to be omegaverse or mafia/shady sugar daddy.

And I want thirty year old rockstar!Eddie with twink Steve. I said what I said. I think we forget that for the most part Steve isn't beefy. When he's "bulked" up, it's his clothing (Eddie's vest) or its his thighs that are "thicc". But Steve (Joe Kerry in particular out of the role) is thin.

So we have rockstar!Eddie with Corroded Coffin touring the country and doing a couple of dive bars because that's where they got their start and hitting up The Hideout, because again that's where they got their start.

Steve, who recently got kicked out of his parents house because he came out with liking men (gay, pan, bi don't care) and lost his job because again with the liking men thing (small town homophobia for the loss!)

So with his last twenty dollars, he decides to hit up on the local bar and drink away his troubles and maybe even get laid for a warm place to sleep tonight.

He gets dressed in his sluttiest clothes. Crop top, cut off booty shorts, sparkly blue sneaks.

Only he shows up on the night that Corroded Coffin is playing. After paying what he thought was a stiff cover charge (was actually a ticket to see the show) he gets in. He has less money than he hoped but he can only hope that someone is willing to buy him drinks.

He settles in next to the bar and realizes his mistake. The rest of the patrons are dressed in metal gear. Leather, black denim, and lots of chains. Steve doesn't just stick out, he sticks out like a prep in a metal concert.

But he can't afford to go anywhere else, and hopes he doesn't get too harassed tonight. So he keeps he head down and hopes of the best.

Only what he doesn't know is that he has caught the eye of the frontman and lead singer of Corroded Coffin, Eddie Munson. The fact that Steve stands out isn't a detriment, it's a perk.

He wants to find out everything about this boy who stumbled into his enclosure.

The rest of the band is rolling their eyes.

Eddie sends out one of the PAs to make sure that all of Steve's drinks go on Eddie's tab and spends the whole concert watching this guy.

After the concert Eddie sidles up to him and they get to talking. Immediately he picks up that Steve is not old enough to be there. So now he's worried he's under age.

They head out for a smoke and Steve admits that he's not twenty-five like the fake ID says, but nineteen. He shows Eddie his real ID as proof and Eddie is relieved.

They start making out and Eddie takes him to his hotel room to have sex.

In the morning, Eddie asks if he can take him home and Steve starts sobbing. He tells him about his shitty day with shitty parents and shitty boss.

And Eddie's bleeding heart immediately goes out to him and tells him to stay at the hotel for as long as he needs, order room service. Just no booze.

Steve pouts at that but agrees. That as long he stays at the hotel he won't buy booze on Eddie's dime.

Eddie gives Steve his phone number if he needs anything. He transfers the hotel room over to Steve's name, gives him a sultry kiss goodbye and leaves to finish his tour.

Steve doesn't have anywhere else to go and is not willing to look a gift horse in the mouth, so he stays at the hotel. He gets to spend time in the luxurious bathroom with it's fancy shampoos and conditioners and hot tub like bath.

He finds that Eddie keeps sending him clothes and jewelry and suddenly the rich life style that he had with his parents pales in comparison to the extravagant lifestyle Eddie is providing for him.

Through all this Steve is still looking for a job as he doesn't want to overstay his welcome. But news hadn't gotten around town that he was gay and even people he thought he could trust are telling him that they can't hire him.

Eventually he gives up. He talks to Eddie all the time and whenever he feels discouraged Eddie will send him something pretty to cheer him up.

Finally Steve catches the fairy that had been leaving things in his hotel room when he's in the shower or out on the town.

Her name is Robin Buckley and she's a summer intern. Her uncle knew a guy who knew a guy that got her the job. She actually loves it, but she has one more year of high school and her parents won't let her drop out to be a PA for a rockstar.

They're concerned that he'll take advantage of her. Robin thinks it's funny because she's gay. Steve thinks it's funny because Eddie's gay and not into under eighteen year olds.

He tells her his story and over the summer they become best friends. Robin had heard that the Harrington boy had run off so imagine her surprise when Eddie's management had her deliver things to his hotel room. Staying in a hotel room in Hawkins is hardly running away.

Eddie comes back and just continues to throw money and gifts at Steve but doesn't ask for sex again. It's not until Steve tells him that he didn't fuck Eddie for his money or even for a warm bed at that point when he went back to the hotel with him, it was because Eddie cared. And god was that sexy as hell.

When Robin graduates Eddie hires her to be Steve's PA and the pair of them get to travel the world with the band as besties.

ETA: Story here.

[trinlovessoobin]

╰┈➤ speed drive

{san x fem!reader y/n}

quick description: san is a street racer and so are you aka y/n he has a big ego and so do you but he also finds you very attractive and makes a bet if we wins the race against you…

word count 2.5k

18+

[warning of content]. unprotected sex(use protection yall), cum on stomach, use of pet names (baby, sweetie), winning kink, ego kink, (lmk if I forgot one it’s been a million years since i’ve posted on here)

you’ve heard san’s name many times he’s one of the best speed racers in the male league and you were one of the best in the female league but the this new race you entered was unlike your other races it’s all genders, you knew you were going to see him in fact you hoped you would not only did you hear about how good he is but you’ve also heard about how cocky he is. you wanted so badly to meet him and beat him in a race and this was your chance. you went by your racer name in case you ever got caught no one would know your real name. angel was your cover name. you wondered if san’s name was actually san.

you began to get ready putting your hair into a slick back pony tail this way your hair wouldn’t get in your face during the race. when you arrived at the road where it was taking place it was a straight shot for most of the road but then turns onto a slimmer road. it was surrounded by fields completely secluded where no one would hear their loud engines. your car was your baby, you had completed remodeled the inside putting in your own engine, it was a 2020 chevrolet corvette with a hot pink wrap and pink leather seats. you had replaced the engine with a toyota 2JZ-GTE, you loved the way the car would purr once it started up. when you pulled up to the spot people instantly started to crowd you. not to flex or anything but you were fairly popular amongst the street racing community when another car pulled up beside you. a matt black honda NSX. you couldn’t help but admire the car she was beautiful, when a man just as beautiful stepped out “It’s san!! he’s so hot” you hear girls say behind oh. so this is san

you walk up to him to introduce yourself but it seems like he already knows you “angel” he says with a smirk

“I cannot wait to race you, truly, it’ll be an honor to beat you”

“how are you so sure you’re gonna win? you’ve never seen me race don’t be so cocky. it’ll make you look like a fool once you lose”

you give him a sarcastic smile then walk over to the person who will be judging the race just to get the basics of rout.

once everyone is settled in the races begin a few lesser known racers begin to race each other each time the man one but this didn’t worry you since every single girl racer you’ve beat with flying colors. the last race is going on before yours and san’s when sam walks over to you.

“getting nervous yet?”

“I was just about to ask you the same question”

“I have a bet, would you be willing to partake?”

you look at him a little surprised.

“what’s the bet?”

“If I win, you sleep with me. and I get to know your real name”

“are you serious?”

“dead, I mean we don’t have to make this bet if you really think you’ll lose”

“no, but i have to get something if i win”

“I guess it’s only fair. what do you want IF you win”

you pause to think, what does he have that you want.

“you know i looked you up before the race. the prize money for this race is only $500. and while i was looking i saw you’ve got a lot of money don’t you? how about if i win you give me $15k. that’ll help me pay off my new engine don’t you think?”

“you looked me up i’m flattered. now I really hope I win but not for the money loss id get if I lose but i want to hear you scream my name while I fuck you”

you’re left speechless by his confidence you can’t help but be a little turned on by it but you cannot let him win for your own dignity. the last race finished with the man winning again.

you both get into your cars and line them up at the starting like engines purring you both in sync look at each other then look at flag girl who stood in the middle of both cars she’s wearing short shorts and a little crop top with a little white flag she hold it in the air looks at you then looks at san and waves it down you both take off dashing leaving tire marks behind. he starts off in the lead but you are close behind little does he know this is the tactic you aren’t going your full speed until just before the sharp turn you speed up ahead of him and take the turn cutting him off forcing him to slow down now your in the lead and not just by a little he catches up to you but you still hold your lead. just a month ago you installed a booster into your engine. you didn’t want to just beat san you wanted to demolish him and he was too close for comfort so you hit your booster flying head of him now he’s a full cars length behind and you fly past the finish line and make a donut before hopping out and getting swarmed with the watchers.

san gets out of his car and just stares at you with his arms crossed. he’s wearing a compression shirt and you notice his muscles and defined jawline it wouldn’t have been THAT bad to lose. he walks over to you and extends his hand.

“congratulations. you really threw me for a loop with that turn. you’re good” then he leans in and whispers into your ear.

“y’know i’m better in bed then i am on the road”

this sends shivers down your spine.

“but you lost” you say while shrugging. “pay up” you say with a smile.

“well i don’t have the money right now give me your number. i’ll meet with you tonight with the money.”

———————————————————————

you took a hot shower once you were home. races always get you tensed up and you quickly dry your hair and put on jeans and a silk tank top and throw a cardigan over it to go meet san. he sent you the location of some steak house not too far from your apartment. once you get there you saw him waiting outside in a black button up and black dress pants his hair was neatly combed back. he looked hot, and he smirks once he noticed you.

“what’s the meaning of this why are we at a steak house?”

“I wanted to treat you to a nice dinner to congratulate you on your winnings”

you look at him with a raised eyebrow.

“no funny business” you say

“i can’t promise anything” he says leading you into the restaurant.

you decide to take advantage of the situation and order the most expensive meal and an expensive drink. and another. and another. he stops you at the forth drink.

“are you trying to get drunk? i mean i don’t have a problem with driving you home but i think you would have a problem with that.”

“im not drunk” you say slurring your words together. normally you can handle your alcohol but you didn’t actually know what was in the drink you were ordering you just wanted san to spend a bunch of money and ended up shitfaced.

“look i’m going to be honest with you angel I took you here to convince you to sleep with me, there’s a hotel above this place and I booked a room but i’m not going to take advantage of a drunk girl. i’m getting the bill and taking you home.”

once he payed he walked you outside to his car but drunk you refused to give him your address.

“listen angel-“ san starts to speak but you cut him off

“don’t call me that”

“but that’s all i know you by sweetie”

“y/n is my name don’t call me angel”

san can’t help but smile now that he knows your name.

“look y/n i’m going to take you up to the hotel room and ill get another room for myself if you don’t give me your address”

“okay” you say just looking down at the floor

“okay, fine up to the hotel room i guess you better not hate me for this i swear”

he takes you up to the room and places you onto the bed he helps you with your shoes then gets up to leave but you stop him and grab his wrist.

“can you sleep in here. it’s a big bed and, and i know that i’m drunk i just don’t like being alone while drunk i feel all funny and get nervous, could you just stay here please”

san sighs before nodding his head and turning off the lights he’s lays down beside you and you both fall asleep.

the next morning you wake up with the worst headache and you hear noise at the door. but it’s not your door it’s a hotel room door? and wait san is at the door??? he comes back to the bed with a plate of food in his hand room service??

“oh, good morning sleepyhead”

san looked surprising cute in the morning his smile was softer and his dimples showed.

“what the fuck” is all you can seem to say though.

san can’t help but giggle a little.

“we didn’t do anything don’t worry y/n, i don’t take advantage of drunk girls. i was going to leave but YOU wanted me to stay. basically pleaded i offered to take you home but you refused to give me your address” he leaned in a little and smiled

“but y am ou did give me your name”

“i’m sorry. this is so fucking embarrassing” you say then notice the platter of fruit he brought and take a slice of cantaloupe.

“i’ve never gotten drunk like this what was even in that drink i normally know my limit, guess i got carried away. but you stayed” your eyes fall to his chest. san wasn’t wearing a shirt, you couldn’t help but stare at his toned abs he caught you staring.

“like what you see?”

you snapped out of it a glared at him.

“oh come on don’t give me that look you did this to yourself baby”

your body had a reaction to that pet name he could turn you on so easily but you couldn’t let him win. san could also tell how easily he got to you that’s why he was so persistent he knew he could break you eventually.

you shook it off “i’m just going to eat then go home. thank you for taking care of me in my embarrassing state i can promise you it will never happen again”

san looked down at you. you were still sat on the bed looking up at him his large frame you knew of he were to kiss you right now you would kiss him back he would win. he felt it too because he grinned and bit his lower lip he picked up the plate of food and put it on the night stand all you could do was stare at him in silence this constant battle between you two on the winner you may have won the race but he won you.

he crawled on the bed laying you down and pinning you between his thick arms.

“I dont want to push you into this baby, i know I’ve been pushy but i would never force you to do anything you dont want to do”

you put your hands up to his neck and strokes his Jaw with your thumb.

“as much as this hurts my pride… you win”

san leans down slowly basically doing a push-up into your lips it was soft, softer than expected just a kiss just you desperately wanting more, you put your fingers in his hair giving it a tug to pull him closer.

he pulls away and smiles down at you.

“so eager for me baby, I wanna take my time and savor this moment”

he kisses you again this time he slides his tongue into your mouth. it’s not sloppy though it’s passionate it’s hard to think of anything other than him. you could kiss him like this forever. he pulls away again to catch his breath and starts leaving a trail of kisses on your jaw, down your neck, onto your collar bone he sits up his legs still on either side of you he pulls off your shirt revealing your laced black bra. you stare up at him while you unclasp the back of your bra and throw it to the side. you grab his neck and pull him back into a kiss, getting more and more eager you start to grind against his member and pulling at his hair while your tongues dance, he groans into the kiss from the sudden friction between you two. he starts kissing down till he gets to your jeans that you slept in he unbuttons them and pulls them off, your black laced underwear that matched your bra. he takes the underwear waistband with his teeth and pulls them off leaving them on the floor completing the matching set of your undergarments.

“baby you’re so beautiful. i’m a lucky loser”

he spreads your legs leaving kisses on your inner thigh.

“so wet, just for me”

you accidentally let out a small whine while he teases you.

“awe baby, getting so eager”

you roll your eyes and sit up and begin unbuttoning his pants.

“yes, you’re taking too long”

he finishes taking off his pants and boxers revealing his large member. you take his shoulders and and maneuver him onto his back. and straddle him just hovering over him.

“what’s this y/n? taking the lead are we?”

“yes”

you then align your hole with his tip and sit down, you begin to bounce up and down at this angle you are taking him fully. his hand his gripped around your waist while the other is on your ass. you begin to bounce a little faster he groans and cocks his head back.

“baby you’re taking me so well”

he places two fingers on the top of your clit making circling motions, you moan from the sensation and you pick up your pace bouncing a little faster.

“y/n, you look so tired let me take the”

the bouncing was straining your legs so he flips you over onto your back in once swift motion still in you and begins to pump into you fast and hard, he nestles his face into your neck breathing heavily kissing your neck in between breaths. you’re constant moaning keeps him going.

“sannie, i’m gonna cum”

the nick name only got him more exited.

“cum for me cum all over my dick”

after a few more pumps you cum all over him, your walls clenching around his dick he rides out your high. shortly after he quickly pulls out and cums on your stomach.

he leans down and kisses you on the forehead before getting up.

“you did so well, let me get you cleaned up”

he walks over to the bathroom and gets one of the hotel hand towels wetting it a little with warm water before walking back over to you and cleaning you up.

putting on his boxers while you both change back into your clothes. “would you consider going out with me”

you giggle and look at him while putting on your shirt, you don’t quite answer yet to keep him on his toes. once you both were fully dressed you walk over to him and drape your arms around his neck and give him a small kiss.

you huff and finally give in

“i’ll go out with you”

thank you guys for reading sorry if it’s shit 😜

[marzipanlvr]

i have a toxic trait i literally check every 30 min to see if the writers that i follow on tumblr have updated anything and if they do i eat it up every time.. IT'S GETTING OBSESSIVE YALL DONT EVEN..SECOND TOXIC TRAIT...now this one is ACTUALLY toxic..i spam as anon. IM SO SORRY i spam as different types of people but it's actually me because i have a lot of ideas and they have a lot of potential but im scared to say "hey everything is from me!" so i change my typings and wordings and act as different type of anons... call me phantom but pLEASE DONT HATE ON ME A GIRL IS DESPERATE PLEASE IM SORRY im not weird i swear..

btw here's a list of good writers i recommend bcoz im a team player and i will NOT gatekeep and hopefully if u read these writers u can be inspired to put urself out there hehe becoz the same thing happened to me!! i love people's minds YALL ARE TOO CREATIVE 3EWYDUSDHSB

@taelophone - absolute SWEETHEART, tae was my FIRST LUIGI FANFIC WRITER ON TUMBLR THAT I ACTUALLY LOVED AND THOUGHT ABOUT. OMG SO YES MAYBE I AM BIASED AND IF TAE ACCIDENTALLY ALLEGEDLY SETS A HOSPITAL ON FIRE THEN I WILL STAY BY HER SIDE AT ALL TIMES AND TAKE THE BLAME MYSELF AND GET THE DEATH PENALTY WITHOUT QUALMS !!, but in all seriousness tae's writing and how every word is completely tailored to humanize luigi is amazing. the way that i literally get sucked in a time warp whenever tae tries to put luigi's character into perspective. by the way, there was this one anon that typed a rlly long paragraph about how fanfiction is a great way to show light unto all the morals and lessons that luigi is trying to teach us and tae was so sweet about it. literally produced one of most educated response ive ever seen and even encouraged anon to keep sharing??!! like what. PLEASE. id die for tae ID LIVE FOR TAE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH ID GIVE U MY LEFT LUNG RIGHT KIDNEY WTV U NEED

@mrsmangi - MRSMANGI IS THE REASON I STILL BREATHE OKAY. mrsmangi is the deny to my defend to my DEPOSE YALL DONT EVEN GET IT. did yall see the pinned post it's literally a link to signing the petition for luigi btw here's the link u guys should check it out

mrs mangi does a GREAT JOB on again, humanizing luigi!! i repeat the word humanizing so much because good writers don't worry about being agreed or disagreed with, good writers worry for the need to HAUNT. i mean this because a good piece of art or literature must impact you in ALL aspects of your life to the point that you think about it even in the little things and mrs mangi does ALL THATT not to mention the fact that the community in the blog is oh so sacred because of mrs mangi's direct hospitality and open-mindedness !! literally using an already existing platform to raise awareness and shed light. and the most popular fics Past Life and Found are just amazing pieces of art im so glad i clicked on it no bcoz WTF.?? WHAT INSTANCE MADE U THINK OF THESE MASTERPIECES? that's insane. you're insane. you're mind makes me go kaboom. I LOVE YOU

@mangionebabymama yall THIS BLOG is literally HEAVEN SENT. 1) the anons are soooo creative 2) mangionebabymama literally matches the anon's freak and ALWAYS GIVES BACK WHAT IS RECEIVED. now that is a TRUE diva. 3) yall seen the recent post? literally saying THANK YOU for being apart of this community ??? excuse me?? no maam THANK YOU for being apart of this community. mangionebabymama is INCREDIBLE. and PHENOMENAL. i would pay real money and give up a piece of my brain to know what's going on in mangionebabymama's head. STOP IT. IM SO OBSESSED WITH THIS SPECIFIC BLOG. MANGIONEBABYMAMA WAS A COMPLETE GAME CHANGER. there is so much CREATIVITY that bleeds out and so much love!! it's a safe haven for all us heathens and sisterwives to be ourselves, most importantly mangionebabymama really moves and inspires people on the DAILYY the writing is top tier, the headcannons or random thoughts are SERVINGGG YALLLL MANGIONEBABYMAMA PLEASE ADOPT ME. mangionebabymama was a late find of mine but oh so precious oh my goooooooodnesssssss !! im so lucky to even be apart of this community and discover the random thoughts or words that mangionebabymama wants to say. i want to say thank you and give a MASSIVE hug but i know that thank yous and massive hugs will never EVER EVER be able to justify how much freedom i feel when i go through that blog. I CANT. if i die soon then the cause of death will be "died thinking of mangionebabymama's sheer greatness." THANK YOUS CANT SURPASS WHAT I WANT TO SAY SO I HAVE TO SETTLE WITH I LOVE YOU. shshwduyshjbsjdk

that's it. :) anw love luigi breathe luigi free luigi!!

[888-fr]

mass pinglists (& moral superiority for not using them)

There's been concern lately over the newest update announcement that at some point, far into the future or at least after New Year's 2024, mass-pinging as a concept will be retired from Flight Rising. On one hand, there's people worried about this.

There's people who are also, frankly, being wildly vitriolic about those who rely on mass pinglists, disbelieving that anybody could ever be affected by mass ping tools shutting down. They're also out here openly calling skinmakers/G1 collectors/dominance organizers delusional for thinking the things they do are in any way, shape, or form, an important part of the site.

Which like, if people don't use user-run tools like GASP or the G1 pinglist, that's fine! That's your playstyle. But I don't understand where the attitude is coming from that the concerned groups are only a 'loud minority', and that they somehow don't contribute massively to the game as a whole. (The same people, by the way, who call G1 collectors & UMA makers a plague upon dragon society for being an elitist rich boy's club, then turn around and say they're not at all a driving force in the site's economy.) Which one is it? You can't have it both ways. Do these people spend thousands whaling for their perfect XXY G1 wildclaws then hundreds buying gem genes for their fancy showoff dragons? Or are they at best a negligible population in the game, whose activity and monetary contributions to the site are far outweighed by the tens of thousands of 'nice, normal, sane' players who log on once a week to hatch a nest and post on forums once in a blue moon?

There's 825 pages of user-made skins on the site right now. At 50 items per database page, that's 41,250 skins. 41,250 skins that had to be submitted with blueprints that can only be bought with gems.

Let's give these numbers the benefit of the doubt and say each skin was only submitted once, using a 10-print blueprint at 5000 gems, and each accent was only submitted once as well, using a 10-print blueprint at 2500 gems. That's 136,875,000 gems sunk into blueprints - if each individual usermade skin on site has only an average of ten copies on site. (Which is categorically not true, I've had multiple skins print over 300 copies. And I am just one person, and far from the most successful skinmaker on site.)

This is 1,368,750 USD in skin blueprints alone, by the way, using the most barebones and least generous numbers possible. We're not accounting for skins that sell more than one run, or the fact that no skin artist sells their skins to the public at print price (you can add another 30-40% to that number if you want to estimate how much money is actually spent to circulate those skins). Even if none of these artists pay money to buy gems, these gems are coming from somewhere. Even if you, as someone who doesn't care for G1s or never even heard of GASP, never set foot into these places, these gems are still circulating and being sunk into the site. And it helps no one to scoff and say you doubt there's no real impact on anything if all of this goes away.

There's 51k items on the site, and over 80% of them are skins. There's 5k users actively signed up and using GASP - more than the average amount of users logged onto the site at any given point that's not a new breed release or anniversary update.

Are you getting the picture yet? It's not self-absorbed to say that the UMA market has a very real impact on the game economy. It's just numbers.

I need to get my thoughts out about the new mass-ping update somewhere. My thoughts on the actual tool are entirely positive, it's a great change for the site and not one I ever thought I'd see. But there's people worried about the future of tools like the GASP & G1 sales pinglists for very good reason.

I think game economy is a very real concern if you're a dominance participant, a skinmaker, an old dragon collector, a G1 hatcher, an ID hunter, or anyone else whose community relies on mass ping lists. You aren't wrong for feeling this way. I'm sorry people are dismissing very valid concerns about the state of your community out of some misguided 'i don't do this and neither do my friends, so everyone who does must be a loud overexaggerating nitwit' attitude.

[ifitmeanslosingyouthenno]

when everything was lost

day 3 whumptober prompt: "set up for failure"

neil and andrew have known each other for longer before neil is taken by nathan

they might have met younger, like maybe seattle and mary happened earlier, and neil ended up around san francisco at the time andrew still lived with the spears, maybe they met before andrew went to juvie, maybe they met at juvie

or maybe neil is able to stay at palmetto for a few more years, maybe he’s not a fox at all, maybe he’s just a casual resident at palmetto that andrew meets outside of exy and they end up becoming friends, and then something more, and then something more

(actually the second alternative seems nicer lol lets go with that)

shit with the foxes is simultaneously worse and better, worse exy wise, bc if there’s no neil, they never unify as a team, and they still fight and they’re still a mess, and they don’t get quite as close to finals

but better bc with no neil, riko’s schemes are not as lethal, not as violent, not as traumatic 

but the foxes are not the point oops sorry

the point is that neil is just a random resident of palmetto who pretends to be a student to reap from the benefits of a college campus, and who happens to have something with andrew minyard, and who’s still on the run from nathan

and like, meeting andrew was not something he ever expected, meeting someone with whom he instantly connected, even if it wasn’t positive at first, was not something he ever expected

bc neil doesn’t have the money to pay college tuition and he doesn’t get a scholarship in this universe, so he just lives around palmetto but since he looks like he’s college aged, he’s realized ways of sneaking into the library, and the gym, and even the cafeteria if he’s lucky

it’s by chance or maybe fate that they keep running into each other: at the gym early in the morning before anyone else has arrived, at the library during the afternoons so that he can at least read up some books and use the computers sometimes, at the nearby cafe late at night

and the thing is that andrew clocked him the moment he noticed him stalling outside the gym one morning, waiting for someone else to use their student id to open the door and ask them to hold it for him, and the moment he caught him doing it twice

their first interaction is andrew calling neil out on his bullshit

bc andrew finds him so endlessly interesting while high out of his mind and well he’s kinda hot so 

and well, when they keep running into each other and andrew always reminds him of the fact that he knows the truth, neil can’t help but to tease him and fuck with him a bit, bc he literally only has sarcasm as his weapon at the time

and like, neil doesn’t notice it and andrew doesn’t admit it until after he comes off the drugs, that the more they run into each other, the more used they grow to each other’s bullshit and they actually look forward to running into each other

one night at the cafe andrew sits on the booth in front of him and just goes for it, just asks neil the truth, asks him why he keeps on pretending he’s a student, asks if he’s homeless

and neil throws all of mary’s teachings out the window bc let’s be real if andrew wanted to hurt neil he would have done it a long time ago, admits that yeah, he’s homeless at the moment, and that he’s going to make use of PSU’s utilities until someone who can actually report him figures him out 

andrew asks him why, and neil, tired and honestly done with the circus show that is his life, tells him, while looking him straight in the eye, that his father is a psychopath who murdered his mother after years of abusing them both and he’s on the run from him, figuring that andrew wasn’t a threat to him

and boy andrew is a sucker for honesty

andrew offers him safety, and neil warns him against it, “im more trouble than im worth”

andrew kindly disagrees

idk the logistics but he starts sneaking neil into the foxhole court at night so he has a place to sleep, to shower, to rest

(wymack knows btw lol he just gives andrew a knowing look after there are missing sports drinks from abby’s fridge, and looks the other way, bc he knows andrew wouldn’t be housing someone who could be dangerous for them just for the fun of it. and if he starts leaving food and snacks in his office well that’s no one’s business)

slowly, through months of meeting up for coffee or a drink or at the library or at a diner, or whatever, they grow closer, they start trusting each other with truths here and there, and neither has ever had this before, never had anyone they could trust and rely on and know that wouldn’t judge them for what they’ve done and wouldn’t pity them for what they have been through

it’s until one night, halfway through andrew’s fourth year, that neil kisses him, bc the’ve both been pining for each other for way too long and neil is fucking tired of waiting for andrew to take the first step

things are good for him, he has a boyfriend, and he meets some of the foxes, and if he starts staying the night at the dorms the only person who starts complaining is aaron (who gets over it when andrew drops their deal) and well

he’s happy, he’s not in the spotlight, he hasn’t seen any of his fathers people for years

he’s safe

he should have known better

the countdown comes at the end of andrew’s last year and he knows, even if he has no proof, that this is it

he runs the moment it hits him, how he could have had this, how he’s been troublefree for years, and now that he has something, someone, who makes him look forward to waking up everyday, it all comes crashing down on him

he can’t stop himself from going back tho, bc if he’s going to lose it all, he might as well enjoy his last days

ultimately, he knew he never should have hoped for a happy ending, he knew he was set for failure the moment he was born, the moment he grew up and didn’t have his father’s murderous desire, the moment his mother took him and ran, the moment she died, the moment he decided to settle here

he knew he was never meant to succeed, he was never meant to survive this war

his end was bound to happen, one way or another, eventually

they come for him when the foxes (when andrew) is away for a game, when it’s only him at the dorms, when a message with a dooming 0 arrived just before andrew left and neil kissed him with enough force to bruise 

he doesn’t make a fuss when they come, just makes sure his phone and bag are in the couch, with letters explaining the full truth inside the duffel, with letters apologizing and guiding andrew to the very last of his money, with clear instructions of how to call the police and his uncle stuart and what to tell them

when lola comes knocking, he crosses over the door with teary eyes but nothing but defiance 

he may be going down tonight, he may be losing this fight, and he may be losing the most important person he never dreamed to have

but if he’s going to lose it all, if he’s going to lose this, if he’s going to lose andrew, then they’re going to lose too

it doesn’t make the hours of torture any easier, it doesn’t make death easier, it doesn’t take away the knowledge that he came close to having a happy ending and failed in the end

(what hurts the most is the knowledge that he’s left andrew behind, with nothing but a burden of the truth)

sorry i kinda lost track of what the prompt was lmao

not my favorite thing i've written but it is what it is

[rjalker]

You cannot claim you want books to be more accessible to people and then get mad about the Internet Archive accepting book donations that people have fully bought and paid for and lending those donated books out to people completely for free with no hoops to jump through.

I don't know who needs to hear this but not everyone has access to public libraries.

Assuming you even have a library in your town, not everyone can physically get to them! The poorer and more disabled you are, the less likely you are to even own a car, let alone be able to drive it!

And in most US cities, walking from point A to B is either literally physically impossible or illegal, or so literally life-threateningly dangerous that you're better off not risking it!

And assuming you can get to the library -- guess what! There's no guarentee you can actually get a library card! Yes, despite how everyone always sings endless praises, libraries aren't perfect, and there are still very real obstacles between some of the most vulnerable people and being able to borrow from a library!

In many places, you can't get a library card unless you have a driver's liscence / state ID. And in some places, even that alone isn't enough -- you also have to provide proof that you live in the city!

Which means homeless people who've had their IDs literally stolen by the cops, who don't have a mailing address they can use as proof they live in the same city as the library can't get a library card unless they can somehow get to the DMV and miraculously have the money pay for a new ID. Which they can't do without other forms of ID. Which the cops probably also literally stole.

Even if you're not homeless, if someone steals your wallet, and you can't drive, you can't get a library card either now, because you have no ID, and no way to get a new one!

The Internet Archive's lending library is actually free and accessible to everyone who can connect to the internet, with no hoops to jump through. You just have to make an account and you can start reading.

Stop claiming you want people to be able to read books if you don't actually want the most vulnerable people to actually be able to read books. Which have already been paid for and helped the authors.

If you don't even understand the bare minimum basics of how the Internet Archive's lending library works, maybe don't go around proclaiming yourself the expert. And if you literally do not live in the USA, don't go around claiming our libraries are freely accessible to everyone when they're literally not!

The Internet Archive does not hurt authors. It does not hurt publishers. If you understand how it's perfectly fucking fine to buy a book and then lend it to your friends so they can all read it, you understand why the Internet Archive literally accepting fully paid for donations of books which they archive for all of humanity completely for free is also literally fine.

And if you pretend there's actually some evil difference between the two, you just need to admit you've swallowed the capitalist propaganda that publishing companies, who want to turn books into the next streaming service where you never actually own anything even when you buy it, and you're spreading blatant capitalist propaganda that actual authors hate.

It is literally a fact that if people can borrow a book from a library to read it for free, they are more likely to buy it and the rest of the series than they would if they never got the chance to read it without first forking over hard earned money that could be going towards groceries, for a book it might turn out they absolutely hate every second of.

You cannot claim to support libraries and support making books accessible to everyone and then shit on the Internet Archive. Unless you're also going to claim that lending books out to friends or Little Libraries are also immoral.

You people are really blatantly drinking the capitalist "turn everything into a subscription service possible so they never own anything and have to keep giving us money" koolaid and we can tell.

[sunflowersandthestars]

I love this kid.

But since this topic came up again recently and people are once again throwing fits, I need people to know free lunch is a very real issue that goes beyond “oh I don’t want to pay for this kid blah blah blah.”

I came from a very low income family. Free lunch has always existed in schools for students like me. Unfortunately in the early 90s, technology still was not evolved and everything from attendance records to buying lunch was done via paper. In elementary school, a class would be sent to this one area of the cafeteria if you were getting hot lunch. You’d walk down with your classmates and all get in line to hand over your money and receive your paper ticket for the day. But if you were a free lunch kid like myself, you had to get in a separate line to receive a different color ticket.

Some kids didn’t know why my ticket was different or why I was over there instead of in line with them. While I didn’t dare say why, I felt embarrassed and ostracized. When getting actual food, I was in the same line as everyone else, but when I had to hand over my ticket, I was quickly pointed to what I could have. Unlike other kids who got the main meal, a side, a drink and sometimes a dessert, I was only allowed the main meal and a drink. I remember one time a lunch lady went to give me a brownie, and the other lady quickly slapped the spatula out of her hand saying “no she has the free lunch, she can’t have that.” My classmates overheard and quickly murmurs happened and a boy laughed saying “hahaha you’re poor??”

I stopped getting free lunch after that. I’d rather starve. We didn’t have a ton of food at home but I told my mom and dad that I didn’t like hot lunch & I said I didn’t like the food. My dad would try to pack me something small, but overall it really shattered my focus in school. My best friend would sometimes bring extra goldfish to school so I could have my own bag as a snack as it was this unspoken “I got you.”

And on the flip side, I knew well-off kids who had parents who simply did not care. They didn’t care to pack them a lunch or the kid simply forgot it on the bus. Again, focus would become an issue.

Then by middle school, the card/student ID system rolled out. That almost made it worse. If you forgot to load money on the card or you overestimated what you could get, oh boy. The only difference is all kids got humiliated. And you weren’t allowed to buy for someone else with your card. That was a huge no-no.

When all kids are fed, focus is more productive. Scores are higher on tests. Kids are happy. We always say “we gotta beat China!! Our kids are so behind!” But this is one way to help all kids. We don’t know what’s happening in their home life on top of also helping all kids not be ostracized and ridiculed to the point it affects their sense of self worth and esteem. It helps school become an equal playing field.

And this is where adults are fucked in the head. You’d really rather see innocent kids starve? Just because they are not yours doesn’t mean you shouldn’t care. This “me” mentality in the US is why we are where we are right now. Capitalism can work but only if people all pay their fair share for a better community. This is how countries flourish and have access to innovation and healthy, happy people. We are a country of selfish, entitled narcissists.

My nephew is in a special Ed class and was the only kid sent to school with snacks. Honestly he turns into a gremlin fed after midnight if he doesn’t. My sister told me how she feels bad because other kids watch him eat and ask for snacks but it’s up to the parents to supply and they have to tell them no. She thought about not sending snacks with him to make the other kids feel better. Instead, I went to Costco and bought 3 huge boxes of assorted snacks and took it to that classroom myself. I don’t have kids but it breaks my heart that these special needs students have to suffer because I was that kid once and I have been in that position to know it sucks.

It’s takes zero effort to be kind and not an asshole. Just let children eat. I don’t understand why it’s such a hard concept, especially for so-called Christians, to grasp.

[box953]

What do you think Hilbert would do if he survived and got to return to Earth with everyone? Considering the fact that, had he lived, he would’ve found out that Decima wasn’t working (yet?), and it was actually Lovelace’s alien blood that gave Eiffel those regenerative powers (fingernails growing back and such) AND that Pryce and Cutter were going to use his virus to wipe out the entire population of Earth.

Would that be enough for him to break down and give up on his life’s work? (If so, what alternate career paths do you envision for Hilbert? (That one I’m asking because it’s fun to imagine him as a gardener or high school chemistry teacher; but also: how would he make sense of his life now? When he can’t in any way pretend that all the sacrifices were worth it?) Or would the alien blood thing just give him new ideas for how to improve the virus?

(Of course, with these questions I am assuming that despite Kepler officially pulling the plug on project Decima (and Hilbert seemingly accepting that, even if only because acceptance is “what’s necessary to survive”) and Hilbert choosing *helping the mutiny* over *transporting his brain back to Earth via the salami chair* - Hilbert didn’t actually give up on Decima, and would immediately resume the project if given the chance (or would just work very hard in order to get that chance.))

And what does Lovelace do when they get back to Earth? Re: making him pay for what he did and all that.

i actually have a lot of thoughts about hilbert living long enough to realize all his work meant absolutely nothing. I answered an ask similar to this over here :)

Honestly, it feels like a good alternative end to his story where his work isnt forcefully ended because he died, but it still ends because he finally realizes his work is a lost cause. That truly no one believed in it and it has had essentially no results that weren’t just death. I want several decades of his misguided and harmful actions to catch up to him in one instant and cause him damage.

But like. I earnestly cant think of anything else he’d be doing back on earth. I can see him helplessly trying to keep ahold of his project and looking for resources but they just killed the people who were immoral and powerful enough to let him continue it. Imagining just like.. a slow degradation of his confidence over time.

As funny as the concept of him being a highschool teacher is, that feels like the last place he would go. Highschool classes generally feel like putting 25-30 Doug eiffels in one room and why would you do that to him, really.

and also like? I dont know if he has the qualifications to do any sort of job like that. I don’t know how easy it would be to find him any job. He’s not a real man, after all. He’s had his entire identity changed who knows how many times, and has done. So much. Illegal shit. Even if whatever’s going on at Goddard stays off record he still lived an entire life of experimenting with the decima project beforehand.

Maybe he gets a comfortable sum of money from Goddard futuristics (as id imagine they all do, when returning back to earth. As an ‘apology’ and a ‘please keep quiet about this’ thing.) and then he’s just living and doesn’t have to get a job or anything and he has no project left to dedicate his life to and now he just has to… live. And then there’s the crawling realization that he is not a person and he has no aspirations or goals or earnest hobbies or anything that can entertain a normal man living a normal life. I just think the idea of people who have sacrificed themselves for one goal, living long enough to move past that goal and realizing they have to keep living is very interesting to me. The concept of trying to be human again for the first time in a while. That’s more painful to me than dying in ignorance.

As for Lovelace, i think it’s important for her to realize that nothing she could do could harm Hilbert more than whatever he’s going through right now. I think it’s important that she just moves on even if Hilbert is still alive on this Earth. The podcast nods to unfortunate narrative parallels between these two, where she has more of Hilbert’s harshness and willing to do what ‘needs to be done’ with the si-5 than she’d like to admit. I feel like her moving on from a need for vengeance with Hilbert can be like her moving past those parallels, and just.. being a better person than he is.

And again, pertaining to my thoughts that Hilbert having to live with himself after losing his project is more of a painful end than dying, I think she could find a similar understanding that killing Hilbert would be a mercy. And he doesn’t deserve to die and to stop thinking about all the harm he’s done.

[wizisbored]

Hi Wiz :)

I wanted to know more about the netherworld in your netherborne au, like, what's the hierarchy there? Are there people in power? How about laws, rules and customs

I understand that it's not the focus of the story, but I just wonder about this kind of stuff. Especially in stories I really like, such as yours

<3

yesss i love talking about my worldbuilding lets goo. ive got shit to say im putting headings in this bitch

general (lack of) structure

so the netherworld in netherborne is what i think is called anarcho-capitalist. theres no government, no official positions of power, and no official laws, but there are very much unofficial ones. demons stick to a strict ettiquete because even demons dont want to piss off demons, and playing nice with each other is the only way to keep their society running. i kinda explain the basics of it in chapter 4 when beeltejuice and lydia are talking about why he cant take the tags out of lydias ears:

“Looks like a pain,” Beetlejuice admits. “Not my call, though.” “How is it not your call? I thought that was how this whole slavery thing worked.” “There’s certain standards, kid.” “From what authority?” “‘S just how it is.” Lydia grumbles, folding her arms. “Sick of this demon etiquette shit,” she spits. “Yeah, well, it’s etiquette or getting ripped to shreds by stronger demons. This whole place is only held together by us pretending to respect each other. Y’ don’t think I’d tell all those shitheads I hang out with that they’re shitheads if I could get away with it?” “You should. I’d love to see you get your head torn off.” “As much as I’d love that too, it’d probably come with a side of lost connections. And I hate to break it to ya, kid, but I need to stay in business to feed you. Speaking of-”

the thing to note here is that this system is fragile. the respect demons show each other is often an act, and sometimes a very thin one. they are constantly on the verge of that facade breaking.

debts

the most important aspect of the demonic social contract is debt. nothing is done for free, every favour must be repaid, and any slights must be compensated for. beetlejuice pays the guy who gave him the name of a doctor for lydia and refuses to let the maitlands take her out for a walk for free, because then he'd owe them. its agreed that ogrien owes beetlejuice for messing up lydias vaccinations and also somewhat for overvaluing her at the start. when takta punches her the argument is essentially wether lydia biting was the initial slight and the punch was repayment, or if the punch was the initial slight and takta now owes beetlejuice. that whole social group is formed of business connections who are in a constant state of owing and repaying each other, so their get togethers are partially just to ease the tension there a little. kind of a display of trust.

identifiers

demons have three identifiers: name, signature, pattern. names are mostly important for deals and contracts, signatures are symbols used for signing contracts and for brabds, and patterns are for recognisability. the three may or may not relate to each other, for example beetlejuice's signiture is a beetle which relates to the pronounciation of his name, and appero's signature is a small segment of his damask pattern, but in both cases only 2 of the 3 identifiers relate to one another.

territory

most if not all demons' houses are completely isolated. this is because theyre territorial as fuck. and because of that theres a lot of money in netherworld real estate because youre pretty much in control of the territories. i dont have that much to say about this but it will be relevant later so i thought id mention it.

currency

money in the netherworld is assorted defunt living-world currency. its original value doesnt matter, just its physical properties. in coins, bronze or copper are one, silver is five, and gold is ten. for anything else id need to go and actually research some defunct currencies so thats all ive got on that for now.

wealth and power

the most physically powerful demons are often also the wealthiest, but there are also a few cases of weaker demons gaining influence through wealth. money is power and the rich are on top. shocking, i know. as a general rule wealthy demons are far from humble and tend to flaunt their money and power via the entertainment industry with big bets, gambles, and sponsorships (again this will be relevant later)

entertainment

speaking of the entertainment industry, its a big one. the two main aspects ive put thought into are racing and bullfighting, with bullfighting being the main one since it has some story significance whereas racing is more flavour. its pretty much just horse racing, except the 'horses' are predatory beasts and so it involves the occasional mauling of the breathers generally used as jockeys. bullfighting is more significant because its something charles was forced to partake in before he met emily. its more or less jusy fighting with the only weapons being along the lines of brass knuckles, and theres very few rules or regulations. various forms of magical doping are fairly common. 'bull' here is a gender-neutral term, in fact lydia herself is technically a bullcalf being the daughter of a retired bull.

ghosts

demons may be the dominant species here, but the netherworld is still the human afterlife. plenty of ghosts around. most newlydeads will find themselves talking to demons who make their money processing - basically doing their best to steer clueless new ghosts towards the services of other demons who will pay a comission, and offer loans. the number one rule of being a ghost in this netherworld is to not piss off any demons, because demons have a habit of being quick to banish any ghost that annoys them enough back to the living world. hence, the majority of ghosts that are still around have either bought into the system or hide their distaste of it.

what happens to the ghost of a living slave after death is dependant on their slavers opinion of them. best case scenario, they might be offered a paid job. worst case, theyre banished the moment they manifest.

breathers

non-netherborne humans are enslaved by demons via decieving them into signing contracts that trap them into servitude. those contracts then act as proof of ownership, and are almost always written to include the ability to transfer them to another demon so that they can be bought and sold. netherborne have no contracts and at birth belong to the birthing parent's slaver, with that slaver paying dues to the other parent's slaver, if their identity is known. when appero found out emily was pregnant he explicitly told her not to tell him to the father was, which is a pretty common way of dodging those dues.

there are also three identifiers for slaves, which are sort of an extention of demons' territorialness. brands, nametags, and ear tags, the latter of which are netherborne exclusive. brands are the signature of the demon who first trapped them, or for netherborne the demon they were born under. theyre done via magic rather than branding iorns, through skin to skin contact with a demons hand. theres no standard for placement, though the hand or arm are fairly common as a handshake after signing the contract is often taken advantage of. mediums are also given an additional brand of an eye symbol.

nametags' exact appearances vary but are always some kind of band bearing the name of the persons current slaver. for non-netherborne they are partially another expression of demons' territorialness and partially an easier item to reference than contracts, but for netherborne they are the only proof of current ownership. an untagged netherborne is technically fair game, but owners will generally still be pissed about theft. nametags also indicate a slave's status. pets wear them around the neck, personal assistants/servants or favourites wear them around the wrist, and the rest wear them around the ankle.

netherborne tags are essentially a pedigree, another expression of territorialness as well as indicating that the slave is netherborne and there's no contract. the actual piercing is above the lobe, through the cartilidge of the ear, with a thick stud that has to be cut off if its ever removed. a cord is attatched to either side of the stud to make a loop, which is what the tag hangs on. the left tag shows the birthing parents brand, and the right the other parent. if either parent was a medium the eye symbol will be put on the back of the tag. im yet to figure out the system for if either parent was netherborne themselves (second generation netherborne are uncommon but not unheard of).

one thing about live humans in the netherworld that im unsure if i have a way of including is religion. obviously most living-world religions did not predict the demonic void, so pretty much all of them have a netherworld sect