#idk if i will even be able to find a place that accepts me on my own without a guaranteed income but

[tankgotstuckinthecircusgate]

i know that when carlo suddenly decided that he needs to marry guy made a whole list in his head n like had a deadlines n shit. like it was some kind of a task he needed to do

[gideonisms]

.....realized I would literally rather work 12 hours a day and come home to complete silence where my space is exactly the way I like it and I don't have to continue to mask my reactions than have to work all day then come back to a roommate. wish I'd had this realization 2 months ago. I've been crying about how much I don't want to live with someone else and just NOW realized I'm an adult and I've organized my life in such a way that I don't technically Have to I can just work harder at a number of kind of shitty jobs I'm qualified for

[downfallofi]

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[sugarlywhispers]

b.katsuki + quirkless!gf gets attacked by villians

☆— fem reader, suggestive -not completely smut but something similar- emotional sexual tension(?) idk, man🙈

☆—a/n; so, in between the new fic that's draining my mind lately lol i have finished this little piece i have had in my draft for A WHILE🤭 i wanted to make it part of the Fuckin' Marry Me Series, however i liked the way it went like this, so i'm not gonna change it. you're free to decide if you want to imagine it in that world tho😉

Bakugou Katsuki is… surprised. Very much so.

He honestly thinks he has never been this surprised before.

There you are, looking tough and proud and brave –so fucking hot if he has anything to say about it. When you shouldn't. 

Don't get him fucking wrong, he does believe that women can be brave and all. Fuck, there are a bunch of Heroes that are women who are fearless and deadly. The prime example of that is Mirko, his third favorite hero after All Might and Jeanist. But if his experience with civilians, mostly women, has taught him something, it’s that they aren’t so… strong, mentally and emotionally, after the incident happens. And this is not him fucking judging, fuck you. This is more statistics. And commonly, women would be ones going through a harsh fucking breakdown if they had gone through what you just did.

Here's what happened.

You and Bakugou had been together for almost a year already and it had been… fucking magical.

Yes, he will fucking describe it like that because, damn, you had shown him how good it feels to be loved and cherished, and fuck, he isn't a fucking coward, he will admit that he is head over heels in love with you. You both had been so enraptured inside a bubble of love, cutesy bullshit and all annoyingly gorgeous pink, that Bakugou really didn't see the big fucking storm coming.

His day began as hectic as any other day at his agency. But it was close to the afternoon, while he was revising a new case outside the city with Deku that he received that phone video call. It was from an unknown number. Normally, he would ignore it. But he accepted it this time, don’t ask him why.

The image that appeared on his phone's screen made him mad –real mad– and completely terrified at the same time.

You were kneeling on a dirty floor, tied up, hands and legs behind your back, tape over your mouth. You looked angry, with tears streaming down your face and sweaty. That infuriated Katsuki even more.

"If you want her back, you know what to do Dynamight," a fucking distorted voice said before ending the call.

It didn't take much for him and Deku to find the fucking bastards, hiding in an old abandoned factory not so far from the city. To summarize it, they were stupid brats beginning their careers as villains, now, of course, continuing it in jail. Dynamight had captured others from the same group when they attacked a technology corporation, so they wanted their stupid little friends free. That's why they kidnapped you.

The biggest fucking mistake they could ever have done.

After that, while you were being treated by the nursing team, Dynamight and Deku were watching the camera records around the place and at the entrance of the factory, and they were… impressed. They were watching how you gave them hell in trying to make you cooperate and enter the factory. You were kicking, screaming, scratching, insulting them with a colorful language that not even Katsuki knew you were able to speak. Even though you were Quirkless, damn, you did give them a fight. It was even clearer when you kicked one of them in the balls so hard that both heroes heard the painful kick.

Fucking ouch!

So, back to the present, he is very surprised as he looks at you entering the apartment with your head held high. Not one tear, no breakdown, no fear in your eyes. Just annoyance. You still sigh because it's been a hell of a tiring day.

"Do you… Do you need my help to…" He can't finish the sentence. What he means is if you need help to bathe or shower. You said on the car ride back home that you were going to get one as soon as you crossed the entrance door to the apartment.

It's not like he hasn't seen you naked already, you have had lots of fun already together, but he knows that during these events people tend to prefer privacy. Isolation even. But when he asked you in the car if you needed to be alone, you said you wanted him to stay with you. 

So he is gonna stay the night… and all nights you ask of him.

"I'm fine, Katsuki," you smile, so bright and so cute it's a harsh contrast to how messed up you look with your hair tangled, some cuts over your face, and some parts of your clothes torn.

It hurts his heart seeing you like this. A constant pressure over his chest he can't soothe away, no matter how many times he repeats in his head that you are safe.

He looks down at his hands as he says, "I'm sorry."

"What for?" You chuckle gently as you walk closer to him and grab one of his hands, fingers interlacing with his. "If I remember correctly, you saved me."

He exhales a small sarcastic snort through his nose, "The reason they fuckin’ got you in the first place was because of me."

You shake your head, still smiling and looking at him like he's the most perfect man on earth, which Katsuki knows he isn't.

You're looking into each other's eyes when you say, "You think I didn't know what I was getting myself into when I accepted that first date?"

Bakugou Katsuki is out of words. He doesn't know how to answer back, because the only thing he wants to do is kiss you so strongly it might hurt you. Hug you so strongly that it may combine both bodies into one. So he stays still, holding back his need for you, while you stand on your tiptoes and kiss his cheek before walking towards the bathroom. He takes a deep breath. Fuck. He loves you so fucking much its driving him insane.

He was going to talk to you, to make you see how dangerous it actually was to be with him. He was going to convince you to break up, for your safety. Fuck! If he had been two minutes late today, he doesn't want to think of what could have happened.

But he can’t. Bakugou Katsuki is such a selfish bastard that he can’t tell you to break up with him. He wants you. He needs you. Katsuki fucking loves you so much he can’t breathe without you. So he won’t.

Katsuki shuts his eyes.

This never should have happened. He should’ve seen it coming, yet he didn’t, and that scares him to death.

The thought of losing you makes his chest ache like it’s splitting open. 

So he makes a silent vow, a determined promise: Never again.

He’ll train harder. Watch closer. Be better. Protect you from everything and everyone.

No matter what it costs him, he’ll keep you safe.

Because you’re his entire world. Because he loves you with every fiber of his being, and he’s never giving up on you. Not to fear. Not to fate. Not to anyone.

He is so concentrated stirring the soup in the oven a couple of hours later, he doesn't hear you when you enter the kitchen. He realizes you're there when he sees you jump to sit over the counter through the peripheral vision of his eyes.

"That smells good," you comment, a soft and delicate curve of your mouth in the form of a smile that makes him go weak on the knees for you, as you move back and forth with your little bare feet. You're so freaking cute he wants to bite you.

He smirks when he finally sees how you're dressed. It's one of his t-shirts that are so big on you it functions more as a dress. He wonders if there's something else underneath. Or not. This last idea makes him hungry, and not specifically for food.

That's also when he notices the purple and reddish marks on the inside of your thighs and along your legs. He feels his blood boil like the soup he's done cooking. He should have killed those bastards.

Katsuki takes a deep breath before turning off the oven and walking til he's standing between your open legs. Your eyebrows are up, kind of surprised by the sudden proximity, but it is not unwelcome.

He doesn't say anything as he starts to drop down to the floor until he's kneeling, eyes still locked on yours. His mouth then starts a slow and gentle path from your shin, pecking your skin as he ascends to the inner side of your knee, coincidentally kissing around each mark this dreadful day has left on you. Always softly, doing his best in never putting too much pressure to make it hurt again, but enough for you to understand that he is sorry you got each and every one of them.

Your breathing quickens, eyes never leaving his face. A face that shows how concentrated he is now in his task, with his eyes closed as his mouth climbs towards your inner thighs. A small noise, almost like a breathed moan, leaves your mouth when his tongue touches your skin.

His breath brushes against your skin, warm and reverent, and the sound of it nearly undoes you. His hands, calloused but careful, anchor themselves at your hips as his lips reach the tender flesh of your inner thigh. There’s a tremble in his touch, but not from hesitation. You recognize it immediately. It’s restraint. Every part of him is tensed, like he is being extremely conscious of every move of his. You know then, he doesn’t want to scare you away, and that thought warms your heart.

“Katsuki…” Your voice is a breath, half plea, half warning, but he just shakes his head against you.

“I know, Firefly,” he murmurs, the rumble of his voice caresses your skin, softened by guilt and affection. “I know you’re hurt. I’m not gonna push. But let me take care of you, please…”

Bakugou Katsuki never begs. But he does. For you, only for you.

He leans in again kissing the spot just above the last bruise, and then another, slow and deliberate, as if he’s memorizing every mark this day has etched into your body. Every kiss is an apology, every breath he draws is laced with the fury he holds back. Not at you, never at you. But at the world that dared touch you like this.

You reach for him, threading your fingers through his messy hair, grounding both of you. He exhales, a low sound that vibrates against your thigh, as his eyes close for a moment. Enjoying your touch. Like your touch is all he needs to survive.

When he finally looks up, red eyes meeting yours, the heat there is unmistakable. But so is the tenderness, the love that rarely expresses out loud, yet it’s unquestionable that he feels for you.

“You tell me when to stop,” he says, voice thick. “I’ll go slow. I’ll stop. I’ll just hold you. Whatever you need me to. But I need to show you… Need you to feel it. That you’re still here, that I’ve got you.”

And with that, he travels back up your body, peppering kisses along the way until he’s hovering over you, foreheads touching, breath mingling. His hand cradles your cheek, thumb brushing gently beneath your eye, and for a long moment, all he does is look at you. Eyes so focused on you, you can feel the burn, but his body still.

“Let me make you feel safe again, Firefly…”

[thriftedtchotchkes]

hi idk if u remember me but i literally love u okay anyways

so literally just dbf!joel saying “sweetheart i need you to be quiet” and ”baby i’m gonna cum if you don’t shut up” and maybe covering her mouth at some point 🤭

have a wonderful day and thank u sm for ur time 🙏🏾

hii love, ofc i remember you! tysm for sending this in ♡ accidentally got inspired by my dinner last night, oops. hope you enjoy!!

does your mother know?

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

warnings: 18+ MDNI, no outbreak, close family friend!joel, language, smut, rough sex, unprotected piv, age gap, mild exhibitionism, old man joel can't keep it in his pants at family dinner

word count: 1.7k

Friday night dinner wasn’t supposed to go like this.

One hand buried in your hair and the other slapped over your mouth, muffling every moan and sigh you make while Joel fucks you against the sink in the upstairs bathroom of your family home. 

He'd arrived late with a charming, drawled apology and immediately made the mistake of taking the seat across from you. If he'd sat literally anywhere else, he might've been able to ignore the perfect curve of your tits in the lowest-cut shirt he'd ever seen you in, or your constant need for the salt and pepper shakers, conveniently placed right in front of his plate. 

Every time you leaned over the table, he was reminded of the fact that you’d decided to forgo a bra. Whether that was for his benefit or yours, he was doing his best not to find out. 

Not after your parents had taken the time to invite him here, insisting that he eat a home-cooked meal for once, knowing full well he's been surviving off TV dinners ever since Sarah left for college.

“That’s kinda rude of me, huh?” you smiled sheepishly after giving him a particularly revealing peek, but the look that followed was downright sinful. "My bad, I just didn’t wanna keep interrupting your dinner by asking you to pass the salt. Figured it’s been a while since the last time you ate."

And you were right. It had been a while since he’d tasted anything as sweet as you, that satisfied him the way you do, but you already knew that. It’s why you were baiting him—because you know he can’t resist you.

Still, he tried. He really did, but the Southern gentleman in him couldn't refuse dessert or the hefty glass of wine your mom poured after he'd finished helping her clear the table. So, when he'd found himself trapped between your familiar warmth and the armrest of the couch, he should've known there'd be trouble.

When you'd casually gestured a little too widely during the story you were telling and splattered half the glass across his flannel and jeans, he should've gone to the bathroom to treat the stains alone instead of accepting your apologetic offer to help.

He should’ve known better. 

But the second your doe eyes lock with his, roving over his body like the lovely dinner your mom made wasn’t nearly enough to fill you up, he realizes he does know better. He just doesn't give a shit.

And that's why you're bent over the sink, taking his cock like you were made for it, and making the sweetest sounds he’s ever heard. You either don’t care enough to stop, regardless of whether your parents can hear you or not, or you’re too blissed out to notice. But he does.

“Sweetheart, I need ya to be quiet,” he grits out tightly, barely audible over his hips slamming into yours and the filthy squelch of your pussy around him. “Don’t want us gettin’ caught, do ya?”

You can’t respond, or even nod, with his hand still held firmly over your mouth, so you whine your acknowledgment into his palm, squeezing your eyes shut as you try your best to do what he asked. 

You’re clearly struggling. Those muted, stuttered whimpers grow louder every time he buries himself to the hilt, and he almost wants to remove his hand and let the sounds of your pleasure echo around the room, so everyone in this house knows just how good he’s making his girl feel. 

“I know, baby, I know. Feels good, don’t it? S’hard to keep all those pretty noises in when you’re takin’ so much, but I need’ya to try,” his lips graze your ear with each growled word. 

Another pained whimper passes your lips through the cracks between his fingers, and he accidentally bucks into you harder than he means to. Christ, he’s never heard you sound like this before. So needy. He shouldn’t, but he wants to hear more. To feel your chest vibrate with it, watch in the mirror as your mouth parts around even just one perfect, drawn-out moan.

The hand buried in your hair trails down your neck, beautifully elongated as your back arches to take him deeper, and snakes around your body. He tugs down the front of your shirt—that flimsy fucking tank top that's been teasing him all night—to cup your breast and, fuck, you like that. Your pussy grips him in response, clenching intermittently while he roughly tweaks your nipple between two calloused fingers. 

You’re tight, almost too tight for him to keep up his merciless pace if he wants to last much longer, and so goddamn wet. You’re seeping right into the wine-stained fabric of his jeans, making an even bigger mess than you started with.

“Look at ya,” he mumbles, slowing to watch in awe as his cock drags against your entrance, reappearing slicker with every thrust. “So fuckin’ tight...and sloppy. You’re makin’ a mess of me, sweetheart."

You shudder under his rapt attention, at the sheer want in his voice, but despite the obvious effect of his words, you’re still staying quiet, just like he told you to. You’ve been such a good girl, so he decides to take a risk and reward you. 

“M'gonna let go, alright? But ya gotta keep bein' good for me," he leans down to press his lips between your shoulder blades, his hand dropping from your mouth to settle on your waist. "Don't need'ta be silent, just need'ya to keep it down. Can ya do that?"

You gasp as his slow, deep thrusts still and he presses flush against your ass, grinding into you languidly as he waits for your answer. 

"Y-yeah...yes, yes," you reply weakly, cold ceramic digging into your breasts as you pant heavily into the sink. "Keep going—p-please, just fuck me."

"That's my girl," he breathes raggedly, and he's a little ashamed at how quickly his balls start to tighten at the soft timbre of your voice. 

His pace abruptly picks up, and then he's forcing you onto his cock again, his hips slamming into yours with a steady, wet thock-thock-thock that's probably louder than you've been all night. But he doesn't stop—you feel way too fucking good to stop, and he likely couldn't even if he tried.

In the back of his mind, he tells himself that your parents are probably doing dishes by now, and whatever he's doing to their daughter upstairs is getting drowned out by running water and clattering dishware. 

He continues to repeat the shitty lie to himself as he yanks you up, pulling your back flush against his chest and wrapping an arm around your stomach to hold you in place. The abrupt shift changes the angle of his hips so he’s fucking up into you instead, and it feels...indescribable. 

He's hitting something he wasn't able to reach before, a sensitive spot impossibly deeper inside you that has your pussy squeezing him, gushing down his cock, and he's—

Fuck, he's not going to last long. 

"Mmph...fuck—there, Joel, there. So, so fucking close, please, need it harder."

Christ, and you begging him to fuck you harder isn't helping. His hand drops between your legs to your swollen clit, slipping through the slick mess to rub tight, insistent circles into the hardening nub, and the heady friction has your thighs quaking almost immediately. 

"S'good...feels soso good," you slur deliriously, teetering on the cusp of your orgasm. "Wanted you so fucking bad all night...ngh, should've fucked me right there on the table—"

Joel cuts you off before you can finish, pushed a little too far past his limit.

"Baby, m'gonna cum if ya don’t shut up," he grits through his teeth, still pounding into that spot, still rubbing hard and fast swirls into your clit, and he can feel how close you are.

"F-fuck, me too—m'so close. Fill me up, please."

That sends him over the edge. You barely have time to gasp in a breath before he shoves you back down, lifting one of your legs up to the side so he can sink even deeper as he practically mounts you on the edge of the sink.

"Fuck yeah, I'll fill ya up," he groans, drawn-out and wrecked, as he empties inside you, thick spurts coating your convulsing walls. His hands greedily roam your body, caressing every inch of bare skin he can reach. "Send ya back downstairs to your momma and daddy with my cum leakin' out of ya. Filthy fuckin' girl."

Three more achingly deep thrusts, and then you're cumming hard, exploding hot and wet around him, already feeling him start to drip out of you and down your thighs. Your entire body seizes, desperate not to make a single sound while he fucks you through your orgasm, but then Joel meets your eyes in the mirror.

The warm chestnut of his eyes has been completely overtaken by his blown-pupils and he looks a little wild, like he's about to do something you'll both regret. Then, he does. Without warning, he buries his face into the crook of your neck and bites down hard, sucking a bruise into your skin he knows you won't be able to hide, and the squeal that erupts from your chest is high-pitched enough that you know everyone in the house heard it.

The thought alone stokes the heat already starting to build in the pit of his groin again, and the sight of his cum leaking out of your pussy in thick globs when he pulls out only fans the flames.

"M'takin' you home, sweetheart. Gonna fuck ya the way you deserve," he mumbles into your marked skin, and you tremble in his arms, whimpering softly through an aftershock. "Then, you can scream as loud as ya want—"

"Everything alright up there?" Your mom's voice filters up the stairs. "What, did one of y'all fall into the sink?"

Joel noses into your hair, chuckling before he responds.

"Just finished."

[pwnyta]

Noble- lol kinda want an AU where that pink haired guy is Stones ex and Robotnik fucking hates him.

Me- LOL

Also me for the next few weeks-

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I call this AU ''The Lost Prince (of Wendimoor)'' right? sketchy cover page concept-

If I had a nickle for every time I locked on on a doe-eyed, yearner played by Lee Majdoub in love(allegedly) with a 6'2'', red-tinted man who is a master at his craft from a series with world warping technology, a fucked up moon, and a child hero...

I would have 2 nickles etc.

ANYWAYS. The story is about Agent Stone who is secretly Silas Dengdamor. Somehow he got warped/trapped on Earth and had to rebuild his life since Earth is a far less forgiving place than the planet of Wendimoor and he had to accept that Panto might not be able to help him. BUT he finally managed to apply all the fighting skills taught to him by Wygar and eventually ended up in GUN which lands him in Robotnik's circle.

Little did he know Panto has been trying to find Silas this entire time, using warp rings to traverse the galaxy when the search for him on Wendimoor resulted in nothing. (Hes left the defense and care for the kingdoms to Litzi and Wygar)

Panto finally makes it to Earth after escaping some shenanigans on some other planet and in the chaos lost his warp rings somewhere. SO he too has been stuck on Earth which is fine for him because he was gonna be searching for Silas anyways. (He actually loses his rings on Earth and Sonic finds them and is a little concerned/excited for another alien to meet... I didnt draw any of that LMAO) ANYWAYS after nearly a decade Pantos search finally comes to an end.

(V Im putting the rest under the cut cuz theres a lot of doodles V)

Ivo doesnt share food, of course.

Panto can only tolerate so much.

A rock stuck between a hard and harder place bout to be ground into a fine DUST.

BETRAYAL!! (?)

SO ANYWAYS. something something Sonic shenanigans but before the final battle somehow Sonic and Panto meet... maybe like Panto sees the little pouch he kept his rings in and gets them back. Something... Panto returns to Silas (& Ivo) and tells them he has a way back home for them (he and Silas) but Silas hesitates and then cant bring himself to go... not when Ivo is watching them (TOTALLY NOT BOTHERED AT ALL. HES NEVER BEEN BOTHERED EVER IN HIS ENTIRE LIFE IN FACT). Panto understands and says he has 2 warp rings left (Sonic used a few to fuck around maybe IDK) and should at least visit Wendimoor because Wygar and Farson (and even his mother) miss him and he should get a proper good bye. Stone invites Ivo to Wendimoor... whether or not he goes to check it out IDK... I feel like might be curious enough but also maybe he'd think itd be too awkward IDK I DIDNT DRAW THIS PART BECAUSE I DONT KNOW.

When they get back shenanigans, Sonic v Ivo fight and Ivo ends up on the Mushroom planet. Stone insists on waiting for Ivo at Mean Bean and Panto stays with him and they reconnect nice and proper! Panto accepts his life of villainy as long as he can please Silas.

something something... S3 where Ivo is injured and is being taken care by mostly Stone... and Stone is being helped by Panto (Ivo rejects Pantos help at any given moment but also kinda feels bad about it because Stone has been running himself ragged.)

Some misc Stobotnik and Pantlas! doodles-

Panto doesnt understand SIlas' affection for Ivo but then after sorta getting to know the guy he starts seeing Ivos dumb way of kinda returning affection (something that Silas is a little blind to himself). BUT if Ivo is SO important to Silas, Panto will keep him safe.

Eventually Panto brings up the stuff between Ivo and Silas as well as Silas' love for the other man and Silas feels bad but Panto WILL share food... if it means so much to Silas. And frankly Ivo is a jackass and maybe wont even do anything so he wont have to bother worrying.

IVO STILL DOESNT SHARE FOOD.... (The food wasnt his to begin with BUT IT DOESNT MATTER.)

The only thing that keeps them from killing each other is the fact the person they care most about would be upset by it.

I thought WAY too hard about this and yet...

NOT HARD ENOUGH.

[piplup335]

1x1x1x1 x (chill) reader!

HELLO, F E L L A S

okay so first of all-

to the anon who requested this I’M SO SORRYYYY I tried to incorporate the calm reader part the most I could but I fear I got carried away too much D: if you want me to redo it just lmk ;-;

also ik 1x4 is genderfluid but idk what pronouns the fella goes by so I used they/them 😭

I tried my best but this might be a bit too ooc since I had to adjust some stuff to suit the story ;-; please leave any feedback in my askbox or in the comments, thanku-

enjoy! :,)

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1x1x1x1. Shedletsky's manifestation of pure negativity.

Hatred was all they ever knew. Hatred was what spurred them on to exterminate all the survivors.

That was until you fell victim to the Spectre's sadistic nature. The Spectre wanted a new plaything, one more person it could torture. It was tired of the survivors adapting to the killers' techniques and finding newer and more efficient methods to evade the chilling grasp of death.

Shedletsky had mastered the art of his blade. 007n7 had not only accepted his son's fall, but he used it to spur himself on. The Spectre watched him tell himself on a daily basis that his son, even after being forsaken, would still want his papa to be alive and happy. Guest 1337, despite the Spectre's efforts to hinder him, still managed to fight off the killers and keep everyone else safe. Even Noob kept giving the killers migraines by vanishing into thin air the moment any of the killers tried tracking them down.

The Spectre had enough. It wanted to see the terror and pure fear in the survivors' eyes, not determination and confidence each time they avoided the slash of a blade or the stab of a claw.

So, it kidnapped you. You, a Robloxian oblivious to the terrors going on in that hellhole of a dimension.

Unfortunately, the Spectre failed to do a background check on you.

-

You grew up in a town that was overridden by hackers. You watched Builder Brothers Pizzeria get burned down on a regular basis. You've seen the image of a certain red child fill the skies before. Sometimes Guest 666 would walk into the library and request to read a book. If he didn't get it, the library would be reduced to nothing but a pile of rubble in fifteen minutes. Most of the libraries in your town ended up banning people from borrowing books so that they'd be able to keep the place up.

When you spawned into the world for the first time, you were frightened. You hated the fact that hackers could just kill you at any given moment. You feared the process of respawning. What if it was painful? What would happen during the process? Would Telamon sigh and shake his head at you in exasperation before sending you back to the spawn? Could you even respawn?

Your questions were answered one fateful day. A trip to Builder Brothers Pizzeria ended with you crawling out the broken glass doors of the establishment, the pizza place burning down behind you yet again. You searched the skies for any sign of hope, anything telling you that everything would be okay.

You were met with c00lkidd's decal painting the sky.

You tried to look back at the establishment, your neck aching as you silently pleaded for someone to help you escape the situation.

No one answered your plea. No one was there to be your saving grace. The last of the pizzeria's walls crumbled behind you, the same red decal flickering to life on the dull brick surface.

You tried to shield your head as a loud bang rang through the area. Something blew up. Flaming debris flew everywhere.

But it was too late. You saw a flash of white as a large piece of metal struck your head. Pain shot through your skull...which soon faded to nothing, as did your consciousness.

When you finally opened your eyes again, you felt...fine. Your final memories repeated over and over again in your head like a vivid nightmare.

But you no longer feared the nightmare. You knew it was over.

And your questions about respawning had finally been answered.

Ever since that day, you no longer feared life or death. You no longer feared the neighbourhood you lived in. A building collapsed? It would be repaired and in working condition by the next day. Your house got burnt down by another hacker? You could just stay over at a friend's house while Roblox sends a team over to fix the damages. Everything would be functional by the next day, and your house would be as good as new. Your stuff got stolen? You had nothing to lose at that point, and everything was easily replaceable.

You were so used to the chaos around you to the point that you treated anything other Robloxians considered "out of the ordinary" as just another regular day.

So when a random rift appeared in your living room one day, you didn't think much of it. You thought it was the work of some new hacker and didn't try to resist as you got sucked into the rift.

You would just respawn back home after dying again, right?

...right?

-

As soon as you landed, you realised you were in Planet Voss. You liked the place. It was a nice little park for you to do whatever you wanted. Sometimes, you'd go there just to see the little birds chirp and fly around in a beautiful midair dance. You'd watch young Robloxians throw bread towards the pond, and gaze on as a swarm of fish fought for the crumb of bread. Sometimes, a daring fish would jump out of the water just to catch the food in midair.

But you knew that something was off.

For starters, Noli hacked a bunch of Robloxians and used them to absolutely wreck the place. The arch collapsed, the walls were reduced to ruins, and even Roblox himself said that the repairs were expected to take at least two weeks since the team specialised in repairing buildings, not restoring parks.

At least the animals were spared...

But that wasn't your main concern.

Your concern was the fact that it hadn't been a week ever since Planet Voss got destroyed, yet the park looked as good as new.

A chittering noise could be heard nearby. You saw something flying towards you. Something that glowed a toxic neon green.

Before you could run, it sliced you in the stomach. Pain blossomed in your lower abdomen, and you could feel something spread. Something that burned. You could feel the blazing sensation flare to your limbs.

Heavy footsteps thudded against the ground. Someone knew you were here...and it did not have benign intentions.

A blur of white sprinted past you. Shedletsky.

“Wait...Shedletsky? Didn't he go missing a few months back?” You thought to yourself.

There was no time for you to question the current situation, however. A loud clang was heard as Shedletsky's sword struck flesh, eliciting a pained groan from the person behind you.

You turned your head to see what happened. Shedletsky's sword was stained with what seemed like an inky black substance.

"RUN!" Shedletsky yelled, before sprinting off into the distance. But you paid his warning no mind as it fully registered in your head who Shedletsky had protected you from.

An unknown substance trickled down your attacker's pitch-black arm. The faint green glow of their torso drew your eyes to the ribcage visible through their body.

You glanced up at your assailant. The viridian green domino crown that sat atop their head was all it took for you to realise how screwed you were.

1x1x1x1, of all people, stood before you.

Your legs took off by themselves, adrenaline coursing through your entire body. Not even the adrenaline could save you from the lethargy, though. For some reason, you felt way more tired than usual. You just wanted to lie down and take a good rest...regain your stamina and keep running...

...perhaps this was the effect of whatever new realm you were in.

A slash to the back pulled you from your thoughts. You were probably going to die. But you knew you'd respawn, so who cared?

Another slash to the back slowed you down. Yep, you were definitely dead.

A clawed hand grabbed the top of your head and forced you to look at your aggressor. 1x1x1x1's glare seemed rather intimidating to you, but you were used to this sort of thing. After all, a life surrounded by hackers can work wonders on one's mental state.

Their daemonshanks seemed to shift slightly in their grasp as if waiting for their master to finish you off.

All you could do was let out a weak chuckle as 1x1x1x1 drew their arm back, ready to stab the daemonshank through your skull.

"Heh...well, that was a nice first encounter. Looks like it's time to say goodbye, 1x1x1x1. It was nice seeing you."

With your final words uttered, the daemonshank pierced through your skull with a sickening crack.

As your limp body fell to the floor with a soft thud, 1x1x1x1 couldn't help but feel unsatisfied.

1x1x1x1 was a being of negativity. The only way they knew to derive enjoyment was by feeding off the survivors' fear. The look of sheer terror in their eyes never failed to make their day. Their futile struggling was the cherry on top for 1x1x1x1. It allowed them to feel the anxiety radiating from their very souls, which they relished.

You gave them none of that. You just accepted your fate and even told them it was nice seeing them.

1x1x1x1 was a manifestation of hatred. Hatred was all they knew.

But they felt different when they saw you. Your calm demeanour seemed contagious. Even the burning hatred in their heart for Shedletsky calmed down for once.

Hatred was all they knew. Hatred was what they had lived with ever since their creation. And with the introduction of a completely foreign feeling, 1x1x1x1 resorted back to hate.

They hated how you made them feel. They hated the way you smiled at them even when your head was in their hands, only moments away from being filled with poison and crushed like everyone else's.

They hated the way you laughed while they were chasing you. It was like you were having fun, and they despised it. They hated the way you never showed fear or panic even when in the face of danger.

Over time, however, as matches went on and on...the more they chased you...they started to admire you.

1x1x1x1 got used to whatever they felt. They accepted it as a part of their new lifestyle...and with that, their eyes were opened to the world before them.

With you around, they saw things from an entirely new perspective. They were no longer blind to the wonders of life. They saw how survivors helped each other out. They saw the smiles on their faces as the survivors made small talk while working on generators.

For the first time since their creation, 1x1x1x1 felt calm. Gone was the burning hatred in their heart, now replaced by a sense of tranquillity and peace.

And they found themself liking that new development.

You, on the other hand, managed to make small talk with 1x1x1x1 over time. They rarely spoke and often communicated in scratchy hums and groans, but that still made you happy. 1x1x1x1, one of Robloxia's most notorious hackers, had finally relaxed for once.

At some point in time, they even decided to spare all the survivors and go on a short walk around the C00l Carnival with you.

1x1x1x1 found themself liking your presence more and more. Eventually, it developed into a warm feeling in their nonexistent heart that they couldn't comprehend.

It felt torturous to them. Every time they saw you, they felt a fuzzy feeling in their chest. They didn't know why, but they wanted to shower you with affection. They wanted to hold you close and protect you from any of the dangers the world had in store...

Eventually, they caved in. 1x1x1x1 spilt out all the emotions they had been feeling for so long. They spilt it all out to your listening ears.

Only then did 1x1x1x1 find out that what they had been feeling was love.

And if you had to be honest with yourself, you loved the hacker too. You saw them grow as an individual. They were no longer simply a manifestation of one's negativity, but they were an actual person in your eyes. You spent so much time with 1x1x1x1, and you also started to develop feelings for them too.

One thing led to another, and you started dating the hacker. The Spectre somehow found that entertaining and ended up allowing you to visit 1x1x1x1's purgatory every now and then.

All that led to this moment.

You snuggled up to 1x1x1x1 on the couch. Their clothes were slightly stained with blood, but you didn't care. All you cared about was the individual before you.

The dim glow of their torso illuminated the inside of the blanket that the two of you shared.

As you fiddled with the zipper on 1x1x1x1's mouth, they reached a hand up and pulled the zipper open.

"1x1, I'm still surprised you can just...unzip your mouth at any given moment. If someone asks you to zip up your mouth you can take it literally."

1x1x1x1 let out a gravelly chuckle. Their voice was unnaturally deep, but you had long since gotten used to it.

"Yep...still, none of the survivors would have the guts to do it, would they?"

"Probably not, unless it's Shedletsky."

"Don't even get me started on that sword-wielding shitface..."

You buried your face into their shoulder. 1x1x1x1's presence was comforting to you. After all, they were the closest reminder you had of home, with your town’s main gig being the fact that hackers always visited the place for one reason or another. 1x1x1x1 gave you a sense of familiarity.

You were starting to feel sleepy. 1x1x1x1's body heat combined with the blanket made you feel comfy. Your lover's arms were wrapped snugly around you, and you shifted your head to rest against their chest.

"Goodnight, 1x1...I love you."

Right before you drifted to sleep, you felt the rugged metal of 1x1x1x1's mouth brush against the top of your head in a light, tender kiss.

"Love you too, sweetheart."

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…okay I’m gonna go cry now because idt I did a good job on this-

as always, I hope you enjoyed!

…

*runs back indoors and cries*

[baezen]

❛ it terrifies me what i would do for you. ❜ with jack Abbot 😌

take a beat, meatloaf | j.a

pairing: jack abbot x reader warnings: slight angst, feelings word count: 408

summary: in which jack accepts his feelings

author’s note: yeah idk what happened with this tbh

drabble day | masterlist

“It terrifies me what I would do for you.”

The whispered confession was clearly not meant to be heard, let alone acknowledged. Yet, under the cover of darkness, he felt safe enough to confess it. Safe enough to bare part of his soul that you’d been desperate for even a glimpse of.

Your breathing was steady, back pressed to Jack’s chest. His arm draped over your waist, lips softly kissing the spot behind your ear. 

He’d said it before, that there’s something safe about the darkness. He’d mentioned it in passing, off-handed, but he’d said it lightheartedly. Attempting for it to sound like a joke, But you;d been there, you’d seen the conflict wash over his face. The inner turmoil,

“It’s consistent, reassuring,” you’d said. “It comes back around at the same time every day. It’s a welcoming change.”

“Yeah,” he’d agreed, swallowing thickly like he couldn’t believe you were real. Like he couldn’t believe you got it, or that you were able to put into words exactly what he thought. That you hadn’t judged, but instead offered your own insight. 

In bed, you felt him put distance between you. The mattress dipped like he was getting up, but you rolled over to face him, yawning as you reached out to rub his lower back. He sat hunched over on the side, elbows braced on his thighs.

“What terrifies you the most?” You asked softly.

“That I’ve given myself over to you. That I’ve given you control of my heart,” he said.

“You have mine, Jack,” you reminded him. “It beats for you.”

He breathed heavily, the muscles in his back flexing. Slowly he turned to look at you, your hand finding his own. He brought it up to his mouth, placing a soft kiss to your knuckles.

“It doesn’t scare you?” He asked.

“It terrifies me,” you whispered. “But I see you. How hard you try, how much effort you put into making this work, and I know my own efforts are seen. I know my own feelings are valid. I know that love isn’t easy, because if it was, everyone would do it. Everyone would be happy. But it’s teamwork. It’s mutual respect. It’s communication. It’s understanding, patience, and a million other things.”

Jack’s silent, but you can almost see the gears turning in his head. Making sense of your words, trying to formulate his own response.

“Will you hold me again?” You asked softly.

[datattertots]

Idk if anyone else have done it but here's my take at least-

Introducing... G̶̪͊l̶̡͛i̴̮̋t̶̘̂ć̴̨h̸̼͐!̵̼̂SMG4! AU

And now a small fun cutscene for this au-

SMG3 slams SMG4 door open, barging into his room. "FOUR WHAT THE HELL?!?!! YOU'VE BEEN STAYING IN YOUR ROOM ALL DAY!! I SWEAR IF YOU'RE DOING THIS AGAIN ON PURPOSE I'LL-!!!"

SMG4 turns around with a sharp gasp.

"What the...? Four? What's going on here...?"

Sooo basically after IGBP, SMG4 slowly started to develop this glitch effect, at first he could hide it, but as time goes on it got worse... Especially after they moved to the new castle-

It started off small, a quick flash, a small glitch that could easily be mistaken for a trick of the light, a blink and you'll miss it moment.

Which is why for a while no one noticed, not even SMG4... But when he did start seeing it, he wasn't sure if it was real or just a hallucination...

So it took a while for him to realize and accept something is actually wrong, until he accidentally glitched while holding an object and breaking it when he got startled.

It would start getting worse, but he figured out that staying calm helps reduce and control it almost, while strong emotions often bring it out, so after that he was mostly able to keep it under wraps.

He didn't want to lie to his friends... But he couldn't help it, he didn't know how to explain why he even started glitching in the first place (well... maybe he has a hunch on why but he didn't want to admit it to himself-). Or why he didn't bother to try telling them until now...

It's not like it bothers him particularly (except maybe on a bad day, which usually he stays in for those days, excusing himself by saying he felt sick.), he felt fine! ...Aside from maybe some weird lingering tingle or static like feeling, but that's all!

So he kept quiet and maybe sometimes, his friends would start noticing something was off, but they could never quite put a finger on it, as SMG4 would reassure them that he was fine and/or tell them they were just seeing things.

Obviously they noticed his weird behaviour and started getting suspicious of him anyway, Especially SMG3, so he can only convince them so much before they all inevitably find out one way or another...

Extra notes:

Is this a form of corruption? Kinda? But no, not really, it's more like a wild uncontrollable power he acquired since it can definitely be used to his advantage or do something destructive if left unchecked (more in a future post maybe)

What prompted me to create this Au? Well it started when I thought about other ways SMG4 might get affected after IGBP and then i started thinking about vanellope from wreck it Ralph and immediately my mind was like... GLITCH POWERS!!! :D (It just make sense, after all that's his original name- oh yeah it's all comig together, putting the glitch back in supermarioglitchy4 baby!!!)

What does his glitch power entails?

Well here's a few abilities i have listed for now! (Note; they might be subject to change in the future)

-Teleportation (can glitch through things)

-Painful regeneration in exchange for invincibility (aka he's immortal! But recovering from a critical or fatal injury is still very painful)

-Partial shifting by touch (related to his teleportation but also glitchy nature which he can change, move or remove something by touching something while glitching)

Extra ability

-Enhance speed and strength in a short burst

-Ability to change and modify his voice

Emotions effect

Happy/excited: speed increase and more control/higher accuracy

Sad: lag/slowness and higher regeneration

Angry: power intensity increased but pain doubles and regenerate slower

Scared/shock/nervous: decrease control and accuracy making him glitch a lot more

Will there be more added to the story?

Yes! Still developing it since it's mostly just a concept still so, many things might change along the way.

I've had this idea for a long while now, but never really got to make more of it until now! I hope you enjoy it! :)

[yasikeu]

warning: smut

When your group has to be sat next to Enhypen during an award show, you and Heeseung can't help but make eye contact every five seconds before quickly looking away

Heeseung wouldn’t be able to take his eyes off the big screen while you were performing or accepting an award. He would look absolutely mesmerised as if he was perceiving an angel in real life.

Later on that night, he manages to sneak away with you to a hotel room where he pins you against the wall caressing your hair softly, showering you with compliments about how good you looked while performing. His other hand resting on your waist. The feeling of his breath on your neck made your stomach do the thing (idk how to describe that but ifykyk).

Heeseung’s hands began to wander down to your lower body as he admired your curves.

“Fuck, this dress hugs your body in all the right places” he said with a hushed tone. “Heeseung, what if someone finds out we left without permission” you said with a worried face but you knew deep down you didn’t care at all, you would let him fuck the shit out of you right here right now if he wanted to. Heeseung cupped your face, “Shh, don’t worry baby I’ll take care of it.” he murmured as he pulled you close, leaving soft kisses on your lips.

You couldn't help but let out a moan as you suddenly felt his big hands squeeze your ass, starting to kiss your neck as his soft lips were brushing against your skin.

He manhandled you, facing your back towards him. “I need to fuck you right now. I don’t care about anything else”

“Tell me, tell me how bad you need me to fuck you” he mumbled into your ear as he grinded against your ass. “I need you to fuck me so bad Heeseung, please” you begged

Without hesitation Heeseung began to unzip your dress from the back pulling it all the way down. He laid you down on the bed as he looked down at you unzipping his pants. Not breaking eye contact once, even while he slid on a condom down his large length. His bulge was practically begging to be set free from his boxers the whole night seeing you perform in that tight dress. The sight of his thick cock hitting his abdomen caused you to bite your lip and stick your ass up signalling to him that you wanted him to put it inside. “So fucking needy”

Heeseung pulled your panties down with force, his pupils dilating while he began planting hickeys all over your inner thighs and collarbones. “You’re so perfect”

He turned you around before he began to line his tip with your pussy. Sliding it up and down as he bit his lip. “You’re already so wet baby”

“Only for you”

Heeseung was now balls deep inside of you thrusting in and out continuously as he rested his head on your shoulder.

“Fuck so fucking good”

“Your pussy feels like heaven”

“You’re taking me so well angel, keep going for me, I know you can”

“So fucking tight”

Your walls gripping tightly onto his cock was making you both feel so good. The room being filled with lewd sounds of skin slapping and moans.

What turned on Heeseung the most was the way your tits bounced as he mercilessly pounded inside you.

“Get on top of me baby”

Once you were on top, Heeseung let you ride him as he sucked on your tits like a starved man. Sucking licking and abusing the fuck out of you nipples. His tongue began to circle around the bud of your nipple. Your hands around his neck as you bounced on his cock, desperate for an orgasm. “Fuck I’m gonna cum” he moaned

Heeseung’s thrusts began again only to go deeper and deeper inside of you while he reached his climax. You let out a pornographic moan as you reached yours, throwing your head all the way back. “You did so well for me princess” he praised you as he kissed your head.

He lifted your legs and relaxed them on his shoulders. Slowly, he started to kiss from your thighs all the way up. You continued to let out soft pathetic whimpers while you caressed his hair.

The feeling of his nose grazing against your clit while he licked and sucked on your pussy made your legs tremble. “Feels so good Hee”

“I know baby, I know” he cooed as he stroked your thighs softly. The way his soft plump lips felt as they were making out with your cunt sent you into a euphoric state, your eyes rolling all the way back.

He could tell you were getting close by the way your breaths were quickening. Heeseung began to stick his tongue in and out of your pussy provoking you to gasp and let out a loud moan. “Cum all over my fingers baby” he looked up at you as he replaced his tongue with his two fingers. He was in complete awe as he watched you turn into a pathetic needy mess for him.

When you finally reached your climax you came all over his fingers. Heeseung licked his fingers clean while he looked at you. “Tastes so fucking good”.

He laid next to you as he noticed how tired and drained you looked.

“Let's just stay here for tonight” He wrapped his arms around you. You nodded in agreement with a weak smile on your face as you reciprocated his actions cuddling him back.

(I just wrote this right now and it’s 3 am so I’m sorry if there’s any mistakes or if it doesn’t make sense😭)

[olderthannetfic]

No, ppl, VPNs aren't even possible for many MANY ppl in the third world. You can't buy a VPN in a brick and mortar store, and many of us (adults who are parents of kids in schools and everything) don't even own credit cards. Many who do still cannot afford VPN because what is easily affordable to a Westerner could pay my bills for a whole month. It depends on how poorly my currency is performing against the US dollar.

Even Paypal is sth mythical. I mean, I've had pieces accepted in US magazines for what the editors said was a token payment, about 50 dollars. Man, those 50 dollars would've paid off so much! That would be a FORTUNE. But I had to waive the payment EVERY time because Paypal doesn't work in my country. Grrr.

That doesn't mean third world countries listed on the Paypal site can use it either. My country is on it but every time I filled surveys etc and they transferred the money, I couldn't get my bank to let me have it. I know a third worlder in another country who has had that happen to them too.

My heart goes out to fellow readers and writers in Malaysia. Some of the most mindblowingly beautiful fics I've ever read (they were gushed abt by Americans and Brits and Aussies so I assumed the writers were native English speakers) turned out to have been written by fellow third worlders, one of those in my own country! The idea of waking up to find my country decided to ban ao3 is just... unbearable.

I hope the Malaysians find a way around it. And I hope whoever made that horrible decision gets the worst RPF written abt them AND hears about it from their political rival.

--

Yeah, I'm always meeting fans online from certain countries: Malaysia, Indonesia, the Philippines. Some places just seem to produce a lot of nerds. Or maybe more people learn English? IDK. Both a lack of (popular-with-fans) local media and a lack of economic opportunity can incentivize foreign language learning, so I'm sure that's part of it along with a certain amount of randomness.

In any case, part of why AO3 is run on donations instead of having paid accounts with better features is that a lot of core fans who write the fic and make the recslists and make fandom happen turn out to be in situations where they literally cannot pay even if they have the money.

Someone who's popular might be able to get foreign friends to pay for their VPN, but even then, can they actually get access to it? Questionable.

As for the last, it will be with their political rival, and you know it! They'll have to hear from some aide. ;D

[imdoingjustgr8]

hey

soooo... how have any fellow td fans been coping recently

meme aside, i got """a bit""" of a vent coming below that no one's obligated to read. and if you do, forgive me if it ends up long asf and kind of all over the place. it was 5 in the morning when i began writing and i just want a place to get all my thoughts out or i won't be able to sleep in peace.

so, here it goes:

td suddenly being taken down out of nowhere and confirmed to be canceled, never to come back was a massive bummer and all, but honestly? i've been taking the news of the official td discord server's impending deletion much harder. don't get me wrong, i do feel really damn bad for outlaik, i just find him dropping td much easier to accept than seeing the first and only big dc community i've ever joined, that encouraged me to post so much sonexe art in the first place, hell, even have made a bit of a name for myself in (literally being known as "the sonexe guy") be sent to oblivion along with it.

to think that i initially only played a random goofy-looking sonic.exe roblox game out of sheer boredom, to think that i initially joined the discord to only make player reports and maybe lurk around. but when i discovered the creations channel, i've ended up checking that very channel almost religiously, posted alot of my own silly drawings, and met so many cool, funny people and amazing fellow artists that have inspired me to this day.

i've only been around for 2 (and a half?) years, so to see everything go down to shit so suddenly was really jarring. i tend to be a really sentimental guy, like "i hoard 1000+ pictures of a sand sculpture i just built in multiple angles" levels of sentimental, so the thought of all those fun interactions and discussions, creative takes and suggestions, and amazing art that i couldn't all save becoming inaccessable to look back on, to become completely wiped out soon has been pretty distressing to me. it doesn't help that most of the artists i've followed on there don't seem to have links or have posted on other platforms.

one of my biggest comforting hopes at the moment is that if anyone else from on there i've interacted with happens to see this and recognize me, artist or not, i'd be really happy to give you a follow! and to those who don't, if i might not see you again for awhile or ever, i wish you well and hope you know you're cool asf. like, i seriously feel very lucky and grateful of how nice and unexpectedly crazy-supportive everyone was, especially with my first ever sonexe post. i really mean it when i said you're all what encouraged me to post without fearing massive judgement and made me feel excited to share my silly doodles and ideas. seriously, thank you all.

also, i feel as if this is something that needs to be said, or atleast said more; i hope that people would learn to be more considerate of outlaik's pov on everything. i seriously doubt anyone would have the motivation to continue a project they wanted to move on from long ago in the first place. getting a copyright claim on his ass, having his acc and dev career at risk, still being constantly interrogated about td's return (bc of ppl making shit up) when he's already done all he could was just the final nail in the coffin for him with the game. i respect him wanting to just quickly move on and i do hope he finds successs, possibly pull even more than what he got from td with current and future projects he can fully enjoy. i'd also have to thank him and his game for bringing us all together in the first place.

ok big sappy rant over. idk how to end this gracefully i just rlly want to go to sleep atp lmao. i've been typing for 4 straight hours kill me rn

good mor-night 😪

[sybjl]

Arlecchino writes you a letter while she's far from home in Snezhnaya on a mission.

a/n: I've never written in english before, since spanish is my mother tongue. I thought doing a bit of character study and use such a complex character as Arlecchino to navigate emotions, specially in a different language, would be great help. I hope whoever reads enjoys it, and please let me know of any mistakes or any constructive criticism ♡.

(And yes, I did use a Loustat quote because it's just *cheff's kiss* and IDK).

─୨ৎ────────୨ৎ───────୨ৎ─────────୨ৎ─

My dear darling:

It is with such sorrow I write to you for the second time in the span of three days; I've been recently informed my stay could prolong. As you know so well, my duties as a Harbinger are not to be dismissed, so I must accept the new terms this mission has acquired. I miss you terribly, and I pray, archons, I can come back to you as soon as possible. I do my part, as well; trying to get ahead of tasks, to guide agents into working faster and efficiently, but to our disadvantage, the rest of the Harbingers prefer to work at their own undemanded rhythm. Sometimes you'd see them in the most expensive bar of this village, early in the night, courting young ladies, delaying handing over their reports. I do not know how they suddenly get their work done, since I don't see much of work from them. It does worry me if they are asking others to do their reports, which could be a serious infringement. But never mind that. This letter is for you, and only you, má chérie.

I'm awaken in the mornings by the cold of this part of Teyvat. I stretch my arm to the bedside seeking for your warm embrace, only to find myself alone in this room. I cannot wait to be back home and reach for your touch every morning, listening to your soft breathing next to me. A part of me does think that if you were here, it would be far too difficult to get up in the mornings, since I would much more prefer to rot in bed next to you, feeling the warmth of your body cover me under the sheets. All the same, leaving you here, in this place by yourself, would be absolutely excruciating. Even if I may sound far too egotistical, I'm glad you get to be spending your mornings and evenings with the children at home, who I know cherish you terribly. Me being away might be a step into bonding even greatly than you already do. I must think positively above all, I suppose.

And speaking of home, yesterday when arriving "home", although I find it rather strange to call this residence a home without you and the children here, I saw a small teahouse near. I did go in, and to my surprise there was an immense variety of teas and sweets. You would love it. It's such a shame this place is related to Fatui investigations, this teahouse would be a turistic point in Fontaine. But, never mind that.

The variety of tea was splendid, not even the Café Lutece has ever laid hand on some of these. "Tulip's tea" is apparently a tea made out of imported tulips straight from Fontaine, to that, I bought some. I cannot wait to sit in my office and taste this magnificent beverage with you while working, or before bed. We must keep this locked in my office; tulips are only reserved for you, my love. Visitors and the rest of the house can have the other flavours we usually find in Fontaine. I know you would expect me to send samples along with this letter as I usually do, but I insist on tasting it together at home with my arrival.

Anyways, I read your recent letter and I'm glad everything is running smoothly as ever at the House of Hearth. There is no one I could've trusted more to be the Subdirector of my organisation than you. I'm also pleased to know that the children continue their chores and missions despite me being away. I know Lyney tends to find it hard to trust himself, or even others, for missions. Please, make sure he doesn't overstep. He knows I expect him to be able to delegate tasks to his other siblings too.

I can't help to tell you again how much my heart longs for you before saying goodbye on this letter. "A veil separates our union, but it is a thin veil, and I'm always on the other side. Face pressed up against your longing". Wait for me, má chéri, I'll be back faster than the blink of your beautiful eyelids to press a kiss on your temple once I'm back and we'll share tea while eating your favourite pastries, you'll forget I was ever away. Continue your writting, it keeps my spirits up.

Always yours,

𝒜𝓇𝓁ℯ

[thesmollestsnek]

Death echoes

So a while ago, i found this dp x dc post that had a really interesting lore headcanon for Danny’s ghostly wail. Idk if I’ll be able to find it again, I’ll link it here if I do, but essentially it posited that every ghost has something called a “death echo”, which is an ability unique to them based heavily on their deaths. These echoes are the most powerful move in a ghost’s moveset, but they’re also extremely volatile and draining, typically damaging the ghost in some way when used, with Danny’s being his Wail because he died screaming. The original post then went on to some really cool halfa!Jason ideas based on these death echoes, but for this lil snippet with an extremely long intro I’d like to focus on Danny a bit more.

Edit: Apparently I may have extrapolated a lot of the actual lore behind these death echos myself? The inspiration post was a lot longer in my memories. Or I might've mushed multiple posts into one mental box and then forgot lol. So a lot of the actual detail from this point on is seemingly mostly original material? I think? Idk man, sometimes my brain spits out information without giving me any clues as to where it got that information. Anyway, this post got kinda long and since I'm... decently sure this is where I shifted from summarizing @ailithnight's post to writing all my own thoughts I figured here would be a good place to throw the cut lol.

So! with all of the context-for-the-context out of the way, let’s move on to the actual context for what I’m writing cause I can’t be bothered with writing an intro XD

Essentially, this is an au where Danny is an established member of the Justice League, or maybe one of the teen hero teams? I’m a slut for eternal teenager Danny, but maybe he’s enough of a powerhouse to be on the main team despite him both looking and acting like the dumbass fourteen year old he died as. Either way, he’s on a League/League-sanctioned mission and things go bad. Like, everyone-almost-dies bad. And so as a final desperation attack, Danny uses his Wail, a power he’s never told anyone on the league he even has. And it works, and they make it out, but after the fact everyone has. Questions. And because in this au death echoes are deeply personal, Danny dodges those questions, but the league coughbatmancough isn’t satisfied with that. So they push for answers. Answers Danny’s not willing to give, because. In my mind death echoes aren’t just based on how a person died, but also their experience of that death. What their last thoughts were. When Danny died the only thing that he could process beyond just an all-encompassing painpainpainpainpain was the sound of someone screaming. His screaming. And so his death echo is the sound of a fourteen year old child screaming in deathly pain and terror weaponized, which definitely gave the league Even More Questions than they would’ve had already. Which finally brings us to the actual snippet, which is a conversation between John Constantine, who was brought in for his experience with the supernatural once it became clear Danny wasn’t going to talk, and Danny himself. 

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“So, kid. Batsy tells me you’ve been hiding some of your abilities, wanna tell me what's up with that? Call it an occultist's intuition, but somethin’ tells me you’re not just being stubborn for the hell of it.”

“It’s... complicated. And not anyone’s business, either!”

“Kid...”

“Why does it even matter?! It’s not something I want to or am even able to do on a regular basis! I saved the mission, can’t they just accept that and move on???”

Sighing, Constantine reached up to start massaging his brow. “Kid, you and I both know that ain’t gonna be enough. Now I know that some things are better left alone, but the rest of these idiots? They can’t accept that, Batsy especially. That man’s never left bloody well enough alone in his life”

He looked up just in time to see the otherworldly teen shrink into himself, looking every bit the child he was. “I know but... why? Why do they need to keep asking questions? And why do they only ask the ones that hurt to answer?”

A sharp glance. “The fuck kinda questions are they asking? Batman was speaking in more grunt than word, so I didn’t really catch all the details of what this power you’re supposedly hiding even is.”

Phantom shrinks even more into himself at that, and responds in a voice so small it’s more sigh than speech. “I... I can scream. And it breaks things and pushes people back. But it, it sounds. Bad. And it brings up bad memories and I don’t like to do it or listentoitoreventhinkaboutitandtheywon’tletmeforgetand-”

“Breathe kid. I know you don’t need to but just take a deep breath with me. Don’t you go getting lost in your own head on me now., Constantine reassured the kid automatically, the sheer hopelessness prompting action long before the words themselves could be understood. Then the rest of him caught up, and he had to pause. Looked up at the kid, saw just how distressed he was. A picture was starting to form in the back of his head, and Constantine didn’t like what he saw one bit. A last-resort power that the normally open Phantom was strangely reticent about. A scream so horrible sounding the rest of the league would not to stop asking questions about it. Terrible memories to match said scream. And one truly miserable child who couldn’t bear to even think about any of it. 

“Phantom... is that your Echo? Screaming?”

A miserable nod is his only response, the tears that had been welling up in the kid’s eyes finally starting to fall. Cursing softly to himself, Constantine stood to leave, bracing himself for the Bat’s inevitable questioning. “Well then you just take all the time you need love, and leave the rest to me. I’ll make sure the rest of those idiots know not to ask you about this ever again.”  And with that Constantine turned and strode towards the door, leaving the quietly sobbing child to collect himself in privacy.

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I had a whole-ass lore dump conversation between Constantine and Batman planned here, explaining how death echoes are deeply personal, and asking about one is a taboo on par with, potentially even worse than, asking a ghost about their death outright. Because they are formed from an amalgamation of how a ghost died, their last thoughts, and their final emotions, in some ways asking a ghost about their Echo is like asking them to describe their death in painstaking detail. But uhhh... inspiration bug left. So yea. Side note, I’d like to apologize if my depiction of Constantine’s accent was Bad, I’m but a lowly USAmerican whose only exposure to British accents is through tv ^-^’

[jennifer-jeong]

Reader plays LDS game and little does she know that the boys can feel her emotions whenever she plays it or whenever she gets the card or memories of her fav boy for example-Zayne and the other two gets jealous idk and how they wish to be real and be with her.......

HELLO I'M SORRY THIS TOOK ME A HOT SECOND I was stressing and thinking about how to approach this but I think I got it now >:) (also school and life is kicking my ass but we don't talk about that)

Fluff | LADS x GN!Reader "Virtual" Boyfriend

Rafayel sneak peak LMAOOO^

CONTENT Fluff, slight angst, gender neutral reader, Rafayel crack, mentions of the boys trauma, CHARACTERS ARE 18+

What I’m thinking is that the boys are conscious within the world of your phone. They can feel you and hear you but they can’t quite see you. You’re almost invisible in a way but they can feel your energy when you’re present. They feel it when you poke them in destiny cafe or touch them in the kindled memories. They hear your voice when you speak in game. They’ve lived the lives outlined for them in their lore and you’re who they’ve been searching for. They’re restricted in what they can say to you when you interact, it's some weird force they don’t understand. They know when you’re online but the same weird force prevents them from finding you, you have to go to them. (Zayne lives both lives of doctor and dawnbreaker, which he is happy about. He would’ve passed away if he had to be the one of two Zaynes to be dawnbreaker)

XAVIER hates that whoever made this world made him suffer for like a century only to have him find you and you aren’t even actually there. But he still loves feeling you there everyday, even if he's not the one that got chosen to sit in destiny cafe. Whenever you listen to his audios or interact with him through cards, destiny cafe, or playtime, his hands are shaky. It’s the only thing that he actually gets to express to you of his own free will. They shake because he’s so nervous but excited to finally be with you. He’s a patient man, he’s willing to wait for you everyday, he just wishes he could be where you actually are ): . He’s a smart man with an excess of free time, he’ll figure out how to get to you, someday.

ZAYNE has spent his whole life in this world in love with you. But now that he’s got you, and he can’t even see you, he’s started to accept that you’re just always going to be out of his reach. He loves when you do visit though, it makes him feel so warm. When you interact with him, he wants so badly to just be able to freely speak to you and tell you how much he loves you. His character is pretty cold because that is his personality, but when he sees you, he desperately wants to stop being distant with you, he wants to tell you all the soft and warm things he has to say. He wants to be where you actually are, he’s sick of basically just being Dawnbreaker Zayne where he just dreams of you and never gets to see you. He’s solved so many mysteries in the medical and wanderer hunting world though, he’s probably genius enough to figure this one out too.

RAFAYEL has been looking for you this whole time and is so frustrated that he found you and can’t even freely speak to you. Rafayel often ends up in glitches in the game because he desperately wants to break out of his confines and just talk to you. Every time you interact, he’s trying to find some way to tell you he loves you and that he’ll always be here no matter what. He gets pretty jealous when he doesn’t get to sit in destiny cafe with you, he doesn’t know who exactly sits in his place but he wants to be the only one you have eyes for, the only one that you touch, even if it’s not quite “touching.” He’s already lost everything he has except for you. He’s willing to do anything to get to you, he just hasn’t figured out how to do it, yet.

Rafayel glitch collection:

+ THIS video LMAOO

Personal follow up hc that they can interact with you when you daydream of them!!! It’s the only way they can reach you and feel you properly. Pretend they eventually figure this out and you live happily ever after !!! (cope)

Photo credits from twitter! https://x.com/nonbiriotome/status/1754530273033683337?s=46&t=Y5PdanktIFDztaAr8_sv4g https://x.com/miyabi_lad/status/1754318127339639244?s=46&t=Y5PdanktIFDztaAr8_sv4g https://x.com/zaynerei/status/1760258500746445149?s=46&t=Y5PdanktIFDztaAr8_sv4g https://x.com/xaviersdaily/status/1759516449758908615?s=46&t=Y5PdanktIFDztaAr8_sv4g https://x.com/yubeljin/status/1752770210124210303?s=46&t=Y5PdanktIFDztaAr8_sv4g https://x.com/nonbiriotome/status/1759228703186227235?s=46&t=Y5PdanktIFDztaAr8_sv4g

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[fuumiku]

Demon AU (krkb)

+ bonus Kuro

Kurokabuuu!! If Kabru gets to be naked then so does Kuro, equality for all 🔥Not to break the mystique but in that intro comic Kuro isn't flexing he's just pushing Mickbell away bc he about to be in business mode gdbdg. Was weird trying to make Kuro look more demony, did not work very well except for making him buffer but hey...! A black dog demon yeah yeah yeah...!

I have accidentally recreated Howl's Moving Castle... NOW HEAR ME OUT- The base concept for my satyr Kabru AU (the initial idea was the sketch where he has no horns haha) now turned demon AU was materializing Kabru's fear of anything monster, particularly his insecurity as a kid of being an incubus('s child and that making him a monster), and helping him work through it so he can love himself and others and the world better, but everything started clicking only after thinking about Kuro's role in the setting more. He's this feared dude with a witchy reputation and a lil rhyme about how everyone should stay away from him for their own sake etc etc, but he's not a demon just a dog dude really. The setting in this AU is much like Dunmeshi, but all monsters are called "demons" instead and tied with this concept of demonic not just monstrous, there's special generalized fear in them being kinda fundamentally evil. But they're just beasts, and sometimes just demihuman races, like Kuro. Magic does exist though, and curses, and yeah just a folk kinda vibe!

Kabru because he's become supernatural knows how to speak Kuro's tongue now too, or maybe he's always known it idk... But Kabru sought Kuro out because he's The demon guy around, thought if anyone around would know how to do anything about his having become a monster it'd be him- Mickbell is there too ig like waaa this innocent-looking (def isn't) human loves this demon and lives with him, alone but peaceful as hermits in the woods? Wah wild. Wah we can still have love?? Wah we can fall in love together and live happy monster lives even if ostracized??! Wah wait I'm not even a monster it was just my own latent magical powers cursing myself because I worried and believed myself to be a demon so intensely for so long?!! Wah we can truly have it all...... Growth feels so nice. Except Mickbell, that grown ass man is not finding inner peace yet. Still he's chill here since he's a side char not a main one

It's how Kuro's confident in himself despite everything being stacked against him, it's how he still trusts and likes himself, it's how he just wants a simple happy life and pursues what he wants, it's how he takes things simply... Self-critical Kabru always neglecting himself over obsessing about the greater good could learn from him........ Kuro is the only one after his transformation that unconditionally welcomes him and shows him compassion and it's all so confusing to him, especially since at first Kabru wouldn't even offer that same humanization to Kuro, only risked it out of necessity for his own circumstances, but he gradually becomes able to see the humanity in him despite his appearance, mannerisms, way of life and ideals, until he sees the humanity in him and himself too despite their appearances, until he finds there's nothing wrong in this routine and life of theirs in this isolated magical little place, until........... Just about accepting all of those fuzzy inbetween ways to be that are unclean and hard to understand from the outside, and growing comfortable in them and loving himself and kuro and the life they've made together.......!!!!!! What if through humanizing you I humanized myself... What if through growing a understanding for each other wevalidated ourselves, love as self-love...

I love including Rin into things, for a more plotty story it'd be neat if she tried and followed Kabru... He up and disappeared and she's a capable mage and she doesn't know what his plan was because he never tells her anything so she goes out and pursues him- Could even be the main antagonist besides just idk self-hate and townspeople lol, like she thinks Kuro is keeping him prisoner or something and also because she kinda represents the same kinda social trauma Kabru has, where she's strict about conforming and being an irreproachable undeniable human so she kind of wants to drag him back to that state he was in of anxiety over acting and being human enough...... But of course in the ultimate confrontation when she has her staff pointed at Kuro and they talk, she's hurt by him not confiding in her and thinking of her as someone who wouldn't help, but she understands and stops and yay happy ending :> And if we want them to be in this Holm and Dia may be allies I feel 🤔Like maybe they help out Kabru when they see him, help him escape their human village at one point or something, Holm is quite nice and cares for spirits and Dia's fled her home too so they kinda get it in a way, it'd contrast Rin... This isn't about the Laios party lol. Rin & Mickbell shenanigans would lowkey be fun like maybe Mickbell tricks Rin into thinking Kabru IS there against his will so she can take him away and the status quo of Mickbell not having to share Kuro with anyone is preserved, or maybe they just shittalk and grumble together. Gbdgd this is a plotline about accepting change and these two are noooot happy about it

So yeah he hates being a monster that's the schtick!! Won't a cool dog man pleaseeee turn me human again. Surely he can do that right. So he goes to live with this feared coolass magicky guy and that guy's little guy at his weird home and through making connections and self-love the curse you actually unknowingly put on yourself gradually lessens and disappears, but you don't care anymore because that's the point 😌 Which is why I call it a Howl's Moving Castle recolor gdbd

Kabru is usually the voice of reason within kurokabu so it's really fun switching the roles in that way. If you're just stumbling into this and are sooo confused first of all congrats on getting so far second I can't overstate how unironic this is + if you want more explanation about the ship I made a brainstormy manifesto here <3 Like, did you know Kuro's name is actually Yodan? He was likely called Kuro by Mickbell due to the language barrier. In this AU it's because no one's interested in him as a person so people just give him an ominous title that means black. But Kabru learning his name and Kuro willingly giving away that information and Kabru feeling the weight of it because he really thinks this'd allow him to control him (he can't actually control bc he's not a demon! No one's a demon yay! Just weirdo humans who get otherized)......

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Other vers because I 1) really like it and 2) am very indecisive. I overthink every single slight color change I stg lol

Sigh....... Like bro what if we were both so so far away from home and we knew we can't really go back and we've made our peace with that but man I miss not having been ripped away from my homeland and we are both so so isolated in our own ways in our presents and with a small yet gigantic gesture of compassion and of seeing each other we can learn and grow together with secret study dates where I teach you how to communicate the same way you're teaching me your language, we are both reaching across to each other we are both finding in one another a presence and humanity that feels so rare anywhere else. A sliver of warmth a sliver of home but also a sliver of the new, and embracing that things are changing and that we've changed and wow the animality within humanity and the humanity within animality!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hey bro your humanity I am only now fully grasping and coming to terms with is so hot bro............ What if your beastly features ended up making me more comfortable in my own stinky human animal flawedness bro........ What if we could just be together reassured through each other that we're human enough no matter what and that's all we need to just be and wahhhhh aughhhhh

Kurokabu is Kuro needing to choose between Kuro and Yodan. Kurokabu is needing to feel comfortable in animality within humanity. What if we stopped repressing ourselves 🫶