#if you see this: hi mal :P

[sunflower-chai]

guys i made a wintry narnia themed wallpaper for my phone using pinterest photos and canva and i’m unreasonably proud of it

[knickynoo]

The Keatons + name meanings

[saltdrinker]

Dont mind me just crying over the lore dump we got for chapter 7 so spoilers in tags haha

[circe69]

simon ghost riley and pr!mal play fuck yeah

cw: unprotected p in v, rough!sex, predator/prey, dubcon-non, primal play obvi (girl run slower c’mon now)

uhhhh, he’s right behind me isn’t he? ~(>_<~)

“i’ll give you three fuckin’ seconds to run.”

shit.

you stumble back on the wet forest floor, leaves crumbling beneath your feet. simon stood 3 steps away from you, and all he wanted was to fuck you into the ground.

but a good hunter likes to play with his food first.

“one,” he starts as your breath comes out in distorted pants. you’re so excited, so scared, the adrenaline mixed with the intense lust is running through your blood like fire.

“two,” he takes a step towards you. you’re terrified but you want to egg him on. you want to make him angry. wanna make him punish you. you slowly peel off your sweatshirt, revealing your skin-tight tank top.

simon’s anger (and his cock) was begging him to take you right there. he smirked and shook his head, he couldn’t believe what a fucking. brat. you. were.

“three.”

you jumped into a sprint, running as fast as you could and lunging through trees. even though you were running faster than you thought was humanly possible, simon’s footsteps were still right on your tail.

he was swift and silent, and it wasn't until you turned a sharp corner to avoid hitting a tree that you felt two large forearms wrap around your middle.

your scream could've been heard from miles away, causing birds to flee from their nests. ghost flung you against the nearest tree stump and held you with one hand clenched onto your stomach as your feet dangled nearly a foot above the ground.

"why do you have to make everything so fucking difficult," he grunted out as he stripped your pants off with one hand.

you were still struggling to breath, "simon, no-"

"too late for no's, bitch."

you squealed as he tossed you onto the ground, a small tear coming from the corner of your eyes as you went slack jawed watching simon remove his shirt. he started laughing at the sight, "heh, just like you. just like you to dish it and not fuckin' take it. do you see this, y/n?" he grabbed you by a fistful of hair and shoved it down so you were eye level with his painfully hard dick. "you see it? this," he slammed a knee between your thighs, shoving it against your clit as you let out a small sob, "is what you did to me."

no matter what sound was coming out of your mouth, your pussy couldn't lie; if simon were to drag a finger through your slit, it would come back dripping.

"'m sorry, simon, sorry, sorr-"

the sound of his pistol cocking interrupted your pleas. he crawled over you and petted the top of your head, smoothing the stray hairs. “aww, you’re sorry? how sweet,” you felt the head of his gun hit your hip.

“pull my fucking cock out of my pants and if you take your eyes off ‘a mine, you’re dead.”

you scramble, with fat tears streaming out your eyes and down your jaw, as you unzip his cargo pants and pull out his hard length. you never looked away, and scary enough, neither did he.

only when you wrapped your palm around the base of him did he drop is head into the crook of your neck and groan, “fuck,” he whispered, before leaving an open-mouthed kiss under your jaw.

“you going soft on me?” you said quietly.

“if i was going soft, this pussy,” he shoved two fingers inside of you with no warning, and all you could hear was an embarrassingly loud squelch, proving just how much you wanted this, wanted him. “would sound a lot different.”

“no matter how sweet you are,” simon removed his fingers and replaced it with the head of his dick, forcing a gasp out of you,” n’matter how sick you think i am, you like being prey, you like being caught and gutted from the inside out, isn’ that right baby?”

there was no denying it, and even if you did, your pussy would suggest otherwise.

simon riley was right.

[witchthewriter]

Poly141! | Mission Pixie Dust

Okay so... I was making up scenarios in my head as I was falling asleep last night and I made myself cry ... so I obviously had to share...

Poly141; the four men are your husbands and all deployed at the same time, leaving you home with your three kids at the beginning of the school holidays.

This turned out longer than I thought it would but I just had to write it out. I love Poly141 AND them being dads :')

Da = Johnny

Papa = John P.

Dad= Simon

Daddy = Kyle

School holidays had just started, and your three pups were buzzing as soon as they came home. Bags were thrown on the floor, school shoes unlaced and scattered around the shoe stand. They knew the rules, but first day of school holidays meant they were allowed to get a little wild.

Your oldest, Paesha, had just turned eight and her father was obvious. Thick curls, dark skin and warm brown eyes made it plain to see. But all your husbands loved her the same. In fact, she had a special bond with her Da (Johnny).

Malachai, your second, could have been any of the three other men's. Light brown hair, fair complection, and utterly/overly protective of his sisters. He had been born a year after Pae.

And your youngest, Felicity (known as Flick), had started her first year in big school. She was known for having exceptional blue eyes.

None of your husbands wanted a DNA test, they thought it useless because everyone treats the children with the same love, compassion and warmth.

Throwing your keys on the counter (Paesha picked them up and placed them on the hook). You rubbed the bridge of your nose and tried to quell the longing in your soul. You didn't know if it was worse when the kids were gone or with you. Being completely alone let the terrible thoughts attack but you didn't want your kids to miss out on having their fathers'.

Calming the oncoming tears, you turned around and asked, "who wants pizza for dinner?"

"YES!" Yelled Mal, a fist punched in the air. Paesha nodded her head enthusiastically while Flick did a little happy dance.

Paesha halted and squinted at you, "Not homemade right?"

After dinner arrived, the four of you sat on the large dark green couch. Your two ex-military dogs, Moth and Teddy, sat on either end of the lounge.

Turning onto the streaming service, you found the exact movie you were looking for. The 2003 version of Peter Pan.

With the lights off (except for the kitchen, the kids were still scared of too much darkness), you watched as one of your cats jumped into Pae's lap. Barnaby started purring instantly. His fluffy white tail settled around his body.

The seven of you settled in. Your four human babies snuggled up to their mama, smiles already on their faces.

When the movie had finished, your kids still wouldn't go to bed.

"Oh wait, I know why it isn't working - we don't have the pixie dust!" Flick pulled on your sleeve with a huge gap-toothed smile.

You had been watching as they jumped around the room. Lights flicked on, bodies flinging from one couch to another.

"I know! But ... we don't have any in the house..." You grumbled.

Paesha was staring dreamily at Peter Pan, a cheek resting against her face. "Where do we get some?" Her head turned slightly to look at you, her eyes nearly heart-shaped.

"Ugh-" god trying to keep childlike wonder alive was bloody difficult. Like a sign from the Universe, your phone started to ring.

All three kids ran over to it, knowing exactly who was calling at this time of night. Swiping the screen, four familiar faces popped up.

"Da! Papa! Dad! Daddy!" Smiling through the screen, the men had been just as eager to see their kids as their kids were to see them.

"Hello little munchkins, ya been good for mum?" Simon greeted first. His mask was off and no black could be found around his eyes. He never showed that side to the children.

"We're going to fly!" Flick chirped, her arms outstretched and running around.

"You're - what?" Price said with a slightly panicked face.

"But we need pixie dust," Malachai explained. Shaking his head like this was obvious information.

"I introduced them to the ... live action Peter Pan," you explained and a smile of regret grew on your tired face.

"Oh honey," Kyle replied, understanding the situation. He was the first of the men to.

"But we don't have any and we have to go buy more!" Pae said while leaning against you.

"Eh, pixie dust ...?" you heard Johnny mumble in the background.

"Oh! I have an idea!" You said with a faked expression, "why don't the Dada's get us the pixie dust!"

The chorus of cheers was heard throughout the house. Alerting the the tired Moth and Teddy.

Kyle shook his head. And Price's nose flared. Mum: 1 - Dads: 0.

"We'll bring back the goddamns finest," Simon said. You couldn't help but let out a small laugh.

"See! You heard Dad! Now get your butts' upstairs and in bed."

"Yes ma'am!" They said in unison (a nickname they'd heard their father's use one too many times.)

Once the kids were upstairs, your face dropped.

"I miss you guys," you whispered into the phone. The tears welling and spilling down your cheeks.

"We miss you too," John said, his words strangled with his feelings.

It was always hard to hang up.

It hurt.

But tonight's farewell felt like the hardest. You could just imagine how the scenario would've played out if their father's were there with them. With you.

'Can't always get what we want,' you thought bitterly.

"Not long now," Kyle said. You stared at his eyes and then his lips. God how much you wanted to kiss him.

"You better make sure you bring back some fucking pixie dust or there'll be a riot."

"Aye, Laswell definitely knows someone-" Johnny replied, giving you a wink. "Miss you gorgeous." He always tried to uplift the mood. And it nearly always worked.

You fought out of your misery, knowing the four soldiers couldn't bear to see you upset. And as they said their goodbyes, you said so in return.

"We love you, our precious wife. We'll all be together soon."

[sweetbunpura]

Upendi - The Fierce, Lioness Princess

Yuu knew marrying Leona would come with the ups and downs of being a Princess, but she was going to put that power to good use and begin to help the people of Sunset Savanna.

WC: 1684

“Are these terms fair enough?”

A warm breeze blew through the council room. Spring has finally come to Sunset Savanna as the heat of the sun melted off the frost of the last winter frost. In the room sat Farena with the Sunset Council and across from them was Malleus with his two Royal guards. The draconic fae looked over the terms, flipping through them several times as he hummed.

“I would like more time to ruminate on this matter.” Malleus spoke eloquently. “Is that alright?”

“Of course, take as much time as you need.” Farena responded with a smile.

He grabbed the papers, bowed to them, and left the room with his guards. Once out of ear shot, Farena sighed.

“Do you think he'll agree, Kifaji?”

“I don't see why not.” The older beastman replied as they also began to leave the room. “This is beneficial to both countries.” The older man hummed. “Although, “He seemed to be contemplating the deal. If there was some way to get him more agreeable-”

“Mal!”

All heads jerked to see Princess Yuu, in her stylized royal garb, rushing towards the Briar Valley King with her arms wide open. Farena fully expected his guard to step in and stop her, but to his surprise, neither moved.

“Child of Man!” The King wrapped her in a hug. “How have you been?”

“Busy. There’s so much work that has to be done.” She sighed and placed her forehead against his shoulder. “So much that I’m sorry I had to cancel our tea date. I’m sorry about that.”

He shook his head. “Do not worry about it, something had come up that day for me as well.”

Yuu stepped back and looked at Draconia’s guards. “Silver! Baebek!”

“You still call me that ridiculous nickname!?” The light green haired guard snapped. “We’ve long since graduated NRC and have gone past that name, have we not?”

She simply smiled and opened her arms. “I missed you too.”

He huffed and shook his head before hugging her. “...It’s good to see you.”

“Mm-hmm.” She moved towards the other man. “Silver, how’s Lilia doing?”

“Enjoying his retirement.” Silver gave a smile and hugged her. “He sends postcards from everywhere he’s been.”

Unknowing to them, as they continued to talk and converse, Farena and the Council stared at them with wide eyes.

“S-she knows them and went to NRC with them as well?” Kifaji muttered.

“That is... shocking news.” Farena added in. “Wasn’t the school they attended an all male one?”

“Perhaps she snuck in.” One councilman, a monkey beastman, suggested. 

“No, she’s magicless. It would make no sense for her to do such a thing.”

“Then she is a special case.”

Another councilman chimed in, this one a meerkat beastman. “Wasn’t she supposed to be kept busy while King Draconia was here?”

“She was.” Kifaji answered. “Unless she completed all of it.”

Yuu’s eyes shifted from the group over to the lingering Council, the warmth in them left quickly as she glared at them. They jumped back and split apart, each muttering something about the princess, and leaving only Kifaji and Farena.

“My!” Farena laughed almost nervously. “Her and Thema have the same glare.”

“Indeed....”

They shuffled away, but Kifaji had a feeling that the Princess had more than just the King of Briar Valley and his guards in her backpocket.

Yuu waited for the men to disappear before turning her attention back towards Malleus. “So whatcha doing here?”

“King Farena and the council wished to meet with me about a possible deal.” Malleus held up the papers. “I was going to deliberate on it more and give them an answer at a later date.” He looked around. “Where is Kingscholar?”

“Leona?” He nodded. “We got Cloudcalling coming up and he has to oversee it, so he’s doing that.”

“And you?”

“Some diplomatic shit.” She sighed and crossed her arms. “Like who we should and shouldn’t invite to the event, thinking of all the rooms to give people and such.” Muttering under her breath, she continued. “And keeping me away from the slums and Ruggie.”

“I see.”

“Here.” Yuu started directing them down a hallway. “Let’s keep talking in the garden. I can brew some tea for you, if you want some.” 

“That would be lovely, thank you.”

“Mmhhmm, thank you.” Silver added in.

“Much appreciated!” Sebek chimed in.

They were soon seated amongst the many greenery that the castle grounds had to offer. The tea finished brewing and Yuu handed out cups to them.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what did the papers detail?”

“Here.” Malleus handed the papers to her. “You are more than welcome to look. I trust your judgement above anything else.”

“Thanks.” She took and read the papers over. “Hmm.” Yuu crossed her legs at the knee and took a sip of her tea. “....We don’t need your gold.”

“Pardon?”

“They're asking for your gold in exchange for the fruits we produce here.” She handed the papers back to Malleus. “If anything, I would exchange the fruits for the fabric Briar Valley produces. Right, Leona?”

“Yeah.”

Malleus, Silver, and Sebek watched as a very familiar tail dropped down from the branches behind Yuu.

“Leona-san has been here the whole time?” Silver blinked.

“Yeah.” Yuu took another sip of her tea. “That’s actually why I came back, they couldn’t find him and they knew he only answers to me when he gets like this.”

“I do not.”

“Really now?” She smirked. “Can you join us down here then?”

A few heartbeats passed before Leona dropped down from the tree and stretched. The prince shook the leaves from his hair and sat down next to Yuu with a yawn. He had started growing facial hair as wisps of it decorated his chin and stretched up to the sides of his face. The outfit he wore was close to Yuu’s and there was a wedding ring on his finger.

“Kingscholar.”

“Draconia.” Leona reached over and took some of Yuu’s tea. “What’s this about a trade?”

“Farena and the Council are asking for gold in exchange for fruit.”

“Typical.” He huffed and flicked his tail. “As she said, we don’t need the gold. We have plenty if they would open the mines.” Setting the mug down, Leona leaned back in his chair as his tail rested in Yuu’s lap. “We’re lacking fabric for mostly everything here. From clothing to sheets on beds. Spring may be here, but winter wasn’t kind to Savanna and neither is the night for that matter.”

“I’ll amend this at once.” Summoning a quill, Malleus began making changes. 

“You have picked up a lot since marrying Kingscholar.” Sebek said.”

“I had to because the council makes me want to tear out my hair and scream at them.” She placed her elbows on the table and sighed. “A bunch of old men running this country into the ground for the sake of keeping everything traditional.”

“We know the feeling all too well.” Silver added in as Malleus gave a small hum. “It’s a struggle, isn’t it?”

“You’d think they’re afraid of change or something.” She waved her hand. “But I’m not about to ramble on about them. Are you guys staying for Cloudcalling?”

“Are you inviting us to stay and partake in the festivities?” Malleus willed the quill away as the papers rolled up gently in his hand.

“Only if you’re able to. It’s in a few days, so you can give me your answer whenever.”

“Don’t I get a say in this?” Leona looked at her. 

“No. Wife privileges.” She smiled and kissed him as Malleus gave a soft chuckle.

“Thank you for the tea, Child of Man.” He got up and bowed. “I’ll be returning these papers to King-”

“Oh, Leona and I are coming too.”

“We are?” He grunted when Yuu swatted at his bicep. “We are.”

Before either of the men could move, Leona got up and helped the woman out of her chair.

“My, how marriage changes a person.” Malleus teased.

“Hush, Lizard.”

They left the garden and began making their way back to the main part of the palace. Stepping into the establishment, they spotted Farena and Kifaji.

“Ah, there you are, Leona!” Farena smiled. “And I see you’ve met with King Draconia.”

“Yeah.” Leona rolled his eyes.

“Here you are.” Malleus handed the papers to Farena. “I reviewed the terms and believe this is more beneficial.”

“Oh?” The older Kingscholar looked at the sheets. “Fabric?”

“Yes. Gold is far too accessible and common, but the way Briar Valley weaves our fabric is worth the cost of your produce.” Malleus held out his hand. “Do you agree to these terms?”

Kifaji leaned slightly over to Farena, but he waved him off and shook Malleus’ hand.

“They are. Thank you, King Malleus.”

“You’re welcome. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to continue spending the day with my friend.” He turned to Yuu with a smile on his face.

Yuu returned it. “Gimme one second, okay?”

He nodded and Leona directed them towards the exit of the palace. Once out of ear shot, Kifaji rounded on Yuu.

“That gold was needed.”

“For what? Another fountain?” Yuu glared at him. “If you want the gold so much, open up the mines and go grab it yourself.”

“I’ve told you time and time again-”

“You can’t keep using that broken record of an excuse, Kifaji.” She growled. “Do you know how many people we lost last winter because they didn’t have the means to keep warm?” She pointed at the papers. “The way they weave their material around makes it so you are never cold. So, you’re going to have to forgive me for directing him over towards that option.” Yuu poked his chest. “You may not think highly of the residents of this kingdom, but I do. Don’t pull this shit again, bird and that also goes double for you, Farena.”

Yuu ended the conversation there as she walked out of the palace, leaving Kifaji and Farena to stare at her with a surprise look.

Tagging: @kimdourden

[starvingnarcissistmusic]

I should really make a non music blog so that people who like my music don’t get bombarded by random unrelated stuff but this is like tangentially related sort of so whatever

God I just love Mal Du Pays. I am always a sucker for “the enemy is you / the enemy is a manifestation of some part of you” trope in any media but MDP has by far gotta be one of the best applications of it I’ve ever seen.

I mean even just the design of it is brilliant. Obviously inverting a characters colors to get the evil / darker version isn’t anything new for this trope, but ISAT is unique in that you have quite literally been STARING AT MDP THE WHOLE GAME, every single time you die and every single time you loop back. Turning the non diegetic game over screen into a diegetic encounter is incredibly clever and immediately gives MDP that sense of crushing pressure that makes it so memorable.

Also literally any game where the game over music is later established as the motif of a character automatically just wins me over by default. It’s such an effective tool in immediately conveying just what MDP is, even before any of the dialogue starts. It’s the end of this journey. It’s the pain of a home you’ve never known. It’s an entire universe collapsing in on you at once. It’s the end. It’s the end. It’s the end.

And I think, it’s a little Fucked Up, that Siffrin’s sadness looks identical to him. Every other sadness we see in the game is very distinctly not human in appearance, incredibly abstract and inhuman pretty much all around the board. But Mal Du Pays? The sadness of our main character? Pretty much the same. Literally a color swap. I think that’s incredibly telling. A being born of Siffrin’s grief and pain and agony, and the form it takes is his own silhouette.

Thematically, it’s very On The Nose that Siffrin’s worst enemy is simply himself, but at the same time, it’s exactly what you expect. I remember getting to MDP for the first time, seeing Siffrin walk through the void and just… knowing what would come next. Of course it would be another him. For Siffrin, his hell is himself. This nightmarish half-life, devoid of a past and with nothing but a quickly collapsing future, his worst impulses and fears and agonies and pains personified, and all it looks like is his shadow. Of course, what else could be here, at his lowest of lows, but a reflection? Of course there would be nothing here but you. It’s always only ever been you. Mal Du Pays is a mirror. A mirror that hates you like you do, that loathes you like you loathe yourself. In the worst, most monstrous way possible, it tells you exactly what you’ve been telling yourself your whole journey. And so you believe it, let it sink its words into your skin and bury you in the misery. Because maybe then, maybe when you finally give in, it won’t hurt anymore.

(A cold comfort is still, however little it may be, a comfort.)

And then you’re saved. The King is defeated, your friends came back for you, you manage to come up for air again. But it’s not enough. It’s never enough. Everything is still coming to an end. You’re still going to be all alone. And so, you sink again.

Notice how Bigfrin doesn’t have a face in this panel? This is Siffrin at their most self destructive, most desperate, lower than lower than low. And in a way, I think that by quite literally looking like the Sadness they nearly created, they’re symbolically drawing a parallel there. Siffrin fully embraces what Mal Du Pays represented, to the point that their new form looks just like it. Even if they didn’t manifest MDP, they are just as horrible. After all, the mirror goes both ways. Mal Du Pays looks just like Siffrin, but that also means that Siffrin looks just like Mal Du Pays. And maybe, in Siffrin’s head, they’re one and the same. Maybe they’ve always been.

Oh god it’s 1 in the morning. I did not mean to make this that long lmao w h o o p s

uhhhhhh in summary tldr mdp is very good isat is also very good play isat

(also if you want more MDP content, I sort of wrote a whole song about it. So listen to that if you’d like. Im goin to bed)

[billsbabydoll]

“𝓈𝓂𝒾𝓁ℯ 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒸𝒶𝓂ℯ𝓇𝒶, 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎!”

contains:PURE SMUT<3

warnings:barely any plot just straight into yk what, three-some, hard-dom!bill, hard-dom!tom, sub!reader, p in v (doggy-style), oral (m!receiving), light degrading, light praising, light spanking, bill and tom making a sex-tape with reader, basically bill and tom treating reader like a total sex-doll.

note:sorry this story doesn’t have much of a plot, i couldnt really think of one that fit with such heavy fucking lol.

“oh my god, look at her tom!”bill exclaimed chuckling as he proceeded to zoom the camera lens onto my oozing pussy, tom giggling along with him,

“was für eine verdammte schlampe..(what a fucking slut.)”he replied smugly, intently looking down at my weak figure that was currently trying to recover from the 3rd orgasm ive just endured.

“mal sehen, wie viel mehr sie aushält, bill(let’s see how much more she can take it.)”

tom then rapidly flipped me over to my stomach placing me in doggy position, as bill sat himself near my face still camera in hand, while tom squeezed and slapped my ass a few times before inserting his veiny cock inside my aching cunt.

“t’much i-cant mhm!”i cried out looking up at the camera before staring into bills lustful eyes, my hands turning white from how tightly i was gripping the bed sheets, my tears flowing down and ruining more of my already destroyed makeup.

“aw poor baby-”he cooed down at me from above, slightly leaning down to place a comforting kiss on my lips before pulling away.

“es ist alles in ordnung, wir sind fast fertig damit, dass du weiterhin hübsch für die kamera aussiehst, schatz(its okay we’re almost done with you just keep looking pretty for the camera honey.)”he further explained, a devilish smile creeping on the corners of his lips.

“ughh-okay!”

were the only words tom needed to hear before he began to aggressively pound away at my walls, his tip slamming profusely against my bruised cervix.

“fuck fuck fuck!”tom shouted behind me one of his hand keeping me in place, his jaw dropped as loud grunts spewed from his lips.

bill moved back a bit, recording every second of the scene that was happening right infront of his own eyes, zooming out the camera lens to capture the quite pornographic moment.

after a minute or two bill scooted back up to my face, moving the camera down to his cock and my lips curved into a cheeky smile as he rubbed my drool on my red tender lips, before leaning forward and handing the recorder to tom.

“gonna fill that lil whore mouth up, better take fucking all of it, understood?” he demanded as he gestured for me to open my mouth, sliding his full girth into my mouth stopping once his tip hit the back of throat.

they continued to fuck my brains into utter mush and all i could really feel is, tom using my pussy to pure filth chanting the most pathetic words down at me while filming my ass clapping on his length, and bills cock painfully ramming in and out of my throat his precious whimpers filling my ears, both equally fucking me at the most primal pace.

soon the familiar pleasurable knot began to bubble up in my stomach,

“i-im gonna cummhm!”

“hold it dumb bitch, ughh f-fucking hold it!”tom yells at me, harshly slapping my ass as a sign to immediately obey, quickly giving the recorder back to bill.

“smile for the camera baby,

here comes the cum shot!”

bill excitedly exclaimed pulling his length out of my mouth momentarily, zooming into my heaving and fucked-out face, panning out to tom finally letting me cum as he as well finally proceeds to coats my walls completely in white with his hot load.

this takes bill straight to the edge, shifting the cameras focus back again down to my lips as he urgently stuffs his cock inside my mouth, his thick seed deliciously splatting onto my tongue.

they then both pulled their members out of me, letting me fall and collapse onto the sticky drenched sheets, our mixed juices spilling out of my cunt and mouth.

“yeah we definitely gotta’ bring that tape on tour with us bill.”

“nein nein (no no), shes coming with us atleast we know shes down to share.”

THE END

[skulla-rxcks]

Need, needs, needy

Paring: Han x afab ready

Rating: explicit

Genre: smut (Drabble)

Warnings: riding, PIV, unprotected, masturba¡tion

Ktober 7

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!THIS IS PURE FICTION, NOTHING IN THIS IS REAL ITS JUST A STORY!

Another drabble:)

“Fuck.. y/n..” I hear Han moan from our room. I Just got back from working an 8 hour shift, I’m absolutely exhausted but I should probably say hi to my boyfriend. “Baby?” I call out as I walk into our bedroom, I see him jerking off, pleasure himself. He looks up at me, his face stained red with tears.

“Han? What’s wrong..” I ask, taking a seat next to him. “Need you, need to be inside you. Please.” He begs, pulling my skirt off. I nod and take off my skirt and panties, revealing myself before him.

“Ride me.. I need your p-pussy wrapped around me.” Han looks at me with his eyes puffy from crying. “Okay okay.” I mumble, lowering myself onto his already leaking cock. He wraps his arms around my waist and thrusts upwards, I gasp and arch my head back. “tight.. just want I needed..” he gasps, holding my hips and pulling me down onto him so his dicks deeper inside of me. Our hips moving together in perfect sync.

“baby, I’m gonna cum.” I warn, feeling my stomach twist and turn from the feeling of being fucked. “You wanna get off?” he asks, continuing to fuck me. I shake my head, needing him as much as he needed me. We continue to rock our hips and kiss for what feels like hours.

“That’s it baby, cum for me. Cum all over my dick.” Han says, thrusting into me one last time before cumming inside of me. “Fuck, that was amazing. You felt incredible. You always feel amazing.” He pants, holding me close.

[babesiamthemenace]

36 from the NSFW prompts with Nikolai please?! 🥰

I know you requested smut but this wound up tuning into an angst/love confession fic within smut. I hope you enjoy!!!! Requests are open!

Summary:  Reader is a lifelong friend of Nikolai, having been with him during Sturmhold. Now that he is crowned to be King, the reality of war is starting to infiltrate your friendship and awaken things you had hoped to keep hidden. No chances left untaken.

Word count: 3.0K

Warnings:  🚫18+ Minors DNE🚫, afab! reader, slight angst, smut, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it pls)

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No matter how many candles filled the map room of the forge, it still wasn’t enough to chase away the darkness of night. It gave a warm and hazy glow to the area, leaving a dull heat in the air. 

It was these candles that brought out the angles of Nikolai’s face. It was almost comforting for you to see him hunched over a table, scouring maps and looking over plans. You could almost pretend you were back on the volkvolny, deciding which port to dock on instead of where to attack next. From your hidden spot in the doorway, you could see the stress in his brow and almost feel tension across his shoulders. His hair was messy from fingers running through it, lips slightly chapped as well. You wished you could push away the loose strands from his forehead. 

“I know you’re staring.” Nikolai sounded tired, but there was still a hint of jest in his voice. You took a step forward. 

“Sorry. Lost in thought.” More papers, which had been forgotten in your hands, found their way in front of the king as you adjusted the mess on the long table. 

“So, what’s the consensus?” he asked, straightening his back with a satisfied sigh

A small smile found its way to your lips. “What?” 

“Am I still as devilishly handsome now that I’m to be King, or was a daring privateer a better look for me?” He faced you head on, a humorously quizzical look across his face. 

Chuckling, you pretended to study his features. You followed the lines of his strong nose and plush lips all the way to his collar bone peaking out of an unbuttoned undershirt. His brow tightened in anticipation of your answer. Honestly, he never looked more beautiful to you than right now; but he couldn’t know that. “Definitely the privateer, I’m afraid.

“Well damn.” 

Smiling again, your hands searched for something to do. As if second nature, you began piling up loose papers, and rolling maps back up. Your eyes followed paths across the country side and the borderline unreadable footnotes along the edges. Pausing, you ran your fingers along a dashed line going north. It was done in pencil rather than the professional inking of the map.  It was the path Alina and Mal had taken to look for the firebird with Baghra. Worry ran through you as you thought of your friends. 

“They’ll be okay.” You hadn’t noticed Nikolai come up beside you. He placed a hand on your shoulder, fingers gripping tightly to the wool of your coat. You could almost feel the warmth of his skin through the thick fabric. 

“I know they will be.” you sighed, leaning your head back. “it’s what happens after.” 

He hummed in confusion.

“We’ll be going to battle.” 

“And when have I known you to be afraid of a fight?” His voice was still teasing, much to jovial for your liking. 

“When the fight has stakes like these, Nikolai.” you snapped at him. You turned fast, his hand dropping from your shoulder. “This isn’t some slavers ship or enemy club. This is us, against Grisha; powerful Grisha. The odds are stacked against us here.” 

“Don’t you think I know that.” he wasn’t yelling, but his voice was stern, commanding. “You think I don’t know all that we are risking here?”

“I know you know.” You ran your fingers through your hair angrily “It doesn’t change the fact that the possibility of us failing is greater than winning.” You pressed your palms against your brow “I could die” your hands slammed into your chest, then into his “You could die.”

“I won’t let that happen.” his voice was firm with resolve  

“You can’t control that.” 

He laughed coldly “Have you no faith in me?” 

“On the contrary, I have too much faith in you.” 

You roughly sat down in an empty chair, hiding your face in your hands. Faith, devotion, pride; these were all things you felt for Nikolai. You would do whatever he asked, you trusted Nikolai with your life. 

“I have followed you to the ends of the earth, and I would gladly do it again. You’ve been there through thick and thin, but it doesn't change that fact that I’m still afraid.” You looked up to see he had leaned against the table beside you, eyes on yours. Your voice was quiet, wavering with emotion. “I have too much to lose.” 

Nikolai’s voice was heavy and low, as though saying it too loud was a sin. 

“We all have something to lose.”  His hand found yours, still not looking away from your gaze. A pang of nervous excitement filled you as you stared into his eyes. A small smile couldn't help but find its way to your lips. You could almost get high off of this giddiness Nikolai was making you feel. It was making you bold. 

You stood up slowly, still holding onto Nikolai’s hand. The other gently cupped the side of his face. The slight prick of a day’s stubble brushed against your palm as he leaned into your touch. 

“If something is to happen to us… and we fall” you whispered, your face growing closer to his “ I want it to be with no regrets.” 

It was Nikolai who crossed the final stretch to meet your lips. The kiss was not long and almost timid. Still, his chapped lips felt like heaven against yours as you pulled away. Eyes closed, you pressed your forehead against his, warm breath fanning over your face. You could feel the energy buzzing between you.

“I am yours, Nikolai.” 

He groaned, dropping his head to nuzzle into your neck. 

“You shouldn’t say that.” His voice was low, spoken against your skin 

“I speak nothing but the truth.” Your hand found itself on the back of his head, running through the shorter hair “I am yours, Nikolai. I have been for a while.”  

One arm circled your waist. “Your words are dangerous, little minx.”

The next kiss from Nikolai was not so timid. It was deeper, the hand on your cheek almost pulling you closer. His lips met against yours again and again, the taste intoxicating. You gripped onto his hair as he stood. Walking back with long steps, you slammed into the wall as Nikolai pressed himself to you. 

There was a crazed atmosphere about the both of you; a boldness. The excitement of this finally happening mixed with your looming situation left only desperation. Any type of suave was gone. You needed him, and you needed him now. 

For how frantic Nikolai’s hands were moving, his tongue was gentle as it ran along your lower lip, almost asking for permission. You let him in without a second thought, groaning. The chill of the stone wall was a stark contrast against the heat of his body against your. As you pushed yourself farthing into him, you felt something hard pressed against your thigh. Swiftly, Nikolai untucked your shirt, hands roaming along the newly exposed skin of your waist.

Nikolai’s lips began to move along your jaw in wet, open mouthed kisses. Moaning into your skin, you pushed his head closer to you. Hurried fingers found their way to the buttons of Nickolai’s shirt, messily undoing the first few. 

“Wait. Stop.” he was out of breath, hands gently grabbing yours. Still, he continued to press kisses to your skin. “Not here.” 

He looked down at you with lust filled eyes, puffy lips shining as he smiled. A bolt of heat went straight to your core. 

Leading you by your hands, he quickly blew out any remaining candles. You thanked every saint you could think of for the empty halls as you hurried to Nikolai’s quarter. You both giggled as he fumbled with the door, hands still intertwined. Anticipation buzzed in the air around you.

His room was dark when you entered with only the cool moon for light. Nikolai entered first, leaning into you to pull the door closed behind you. It had the same effect as the candle light, highlighting his already prominent features. You both quickly kicked your shoes off, Nikolai throwing his overcoat to the floor.  

“Now, where were we?” 

If not for how badly you wanted him, you would have laughed at how insufferable Nikolai sounded. You settled for a smile as your hands went to his jaw. Your kiss was not quite as frantic as before, but just as deep. His hands rested on your waist as you pulled his face closer to yours. Your noses bumped together while you slowly walked him back to the bed. You wasted no time crawling onto his lap once he sat, lips never leaving his. Hands traveled the expanse of your back as you nibbled on his lower lip, pulling deep groans from him. Continuing to unbutton the rest of his shirt, your mouth found its place against his neck, sucking dark marks into the pale flesh. Unable to stop yourself, you ground down into Nikolai’s hips, lightly biting into his skin. Groaning, his hips bucked into yours, sending a delicious tension to your core. 

You finished on his buttons, slipping off his suspender and pulling his shirt back. 

In all your years together, you had seen Nikolai shirtless before, but there was something different about it this time. You traced the strong lines of his chest, and ran your fingers up his sides, enjoying the shivers that followed your touch. His hands gripped onto the loose shirt bunched around waist, blue eyes boring into yours. 

“May I?” you nodded. He pressed a quick kiss to your lips before pulling the shirt over your head. While you were still in your undershirt, the thin fabric did little to hide your form. Lips finding yours, his large hands palmed your chest, nipples pebbling under his touch. You moaned into his mouth, body on fire.  Whether it was a bolt of courage, or the need to have Nikolai’s skin on yours, you pulled off the slip. 

He moved his hands so they were resting just under your chest, rough fingers rubbing lightly over soft skin. Your breath caught in your throat as you watched him watch you, eyes trailing over your form. 

“Beautiful.” he whispered, eyes now on yours once again, “Perfect.” 

He began his assault on your neck again, following your collarbone to your breasts. He took one into his mouth, lapping over the bud. You moaned, your body keening forward into his touch. His hands supporting your back, Nikolai’s deep blue eyes kept contact with yours. He released with a pop, instantly moving to the other. As he continued, you ground down onto him, needing to find a release to the pressure building between you legs. One of the hands you had buried in his hair trailed down the waistline of his pants. Experimentally, you cupped the growing bulge, palming him. He instantly stopped what he was doing, burying his face between your breasts. 

“Saints, don’t stop.” He all but moaned into your skin, breathing heavily. You didn’t, pushing him down by his shoulders until he lay on his back, you overtop of him. 

“Gods, I want you.'' By now his blue eyes were completely blown out by lust, lips still shining. “I want all of you.”

To his protests, you did stop, moving up till you were over his head. You kissed him and he leaned up, chasing your lips when you pulled away. 

“As I said before, I’m yours to take”  

In a blur, you found your back hitting the soft mattress of the bed, Nikolai over you. His weight was being held up by one hand while the other was down at the button of your pants. He ran over the skin of your stomach, both in a teasing and hesitant manner. He would not go further just yet. 

You squirmed at his touch in anticipation “Please, Nikolai.”

“Please what?” his hand was now in your undergarments, but still not where you needed him 

“Please” you whined “touch me.” 

It felt like fire when he finally touched you, running his fingers along your slit. You both groaned. 

“Fuck” he was speaking almost to himself “Saints, you're so wet.”  

His fingers ran along your folds, and his thumb found purchase on your clit. You mewled, hips bucking into his hand.

Nikolai huffed in an almost laugh, “Eager, are we?”

He continued in tight, slow circles, drawing more sounds from your open mouth. You moaned at the pleasant stretch of a finger, heels digging into the bed. 

“You said you are mine, but that is simply not true.” you looked up at him with blown out eyes, pleasure coursing through your veins. 

“What do you…” you stopped, choking on a moan as he added another finger. It was like your nerves were on fire, and his touch was doing nothing to stop the heat. 

“You may think you are mine, but you're wrong.” he quickened his pace “I have been yours much longer than you have been mine.”

His words resonated in you, adding more fuel the fire.

Your fingers gripped onto the sheets, as if letting go would mean your death. The tension in your lower belly was now turning into a tight coil. Your pants now sat around your thighs, which were uncontrollably bucking up into his hand. Nikolai leaned forwards and took one of your breasts into his mouth, lewd sucking noises filling the air, along with your moans. 

“Please.” you wailed. The coil was now dangerously close to breaking, the tension almost too much “I need to…Please!” 

His lips left sloppy kisses against your skin, trailing up to your face. 

“Let go, love.” you wailed at his words “Let go for me.” 

With one final thrust into his hand, the coil snapped. Your vision darkened, pleasure taking over all of your senses. It was the most intense feeling you had ever observed. It pulsed throughout your body and into your core.

Your legs were shaking. That was the first thing you realized as you came too. The second was the wetness on your thighs. The final was the hand gently brushing over your face. Nikolai was cooing at you, pressing kisses lightly against your cheek. 

“You alright, my love?” he spoke in whispers, and you realized how out of breath you were. Instead of answering, you smashed your lips against his is a messy kiss, trying to convey your love for him into one simple action. All tongue and teeth, you finally broke apart to catch a full breath, resting against your forehead against his neck. 

“I need you, Nikolai.” you looked up at him “I need all of you.” 

The second he stood, you instantly missed his weight over yours. You sat, almost chasing him, but stopped when you saw he was undoing his pants. Shimmering yours the rest of the way down your legs, you laid back and waited. 

He was hard, almost painfully so, you would have guessed. Tip red and angry, it almost pulsed with need. A quick flash of guilt crossed you. You wondered how long he was like this while you were in the grasps of pleasure.

Moving back overtop of you, he ran his member through your folds, collecting slick. You moaned at the sensation, your heaving chest meeting Nikolai’s.

 You thought nothing could feel better than his fingers, but you were wrong. He created the most delightful stretch as he entered your heat. Nikolai groaned as he bottomed out, eyes screwed shut in pure pleasure, muscles tense in control.

He started with slow, yet deep strokes, hitting a spot that made your toes curl. Hands cradled his face. You shared breaths, his nose pressed into your cheek as his lips danced over yours. 

You both whispered words to each other, mostly only half finished thoughts lost in moans. Your legs wrapped around his hips, trying to keep him close as his thrusts began to speed up. The tension began to form again. His head dropped to your neck letting out smaller moans and whines into your skin.

Your hands rested on his back, skin clammy from sweat. His damp hair tickled you, but you didn’t mind as one hand dug into it, pulling slightly. His skin was fiery against yours, and yet you still tried to push as much of yourself against him as possible. One of his hands traveled down to your core, thumb messily rubbing over your clit once more. The small mewls you were making turned into choked wails as the coil tightened almost unbearably. 

Nikolai’s strokes were turning sloppy against you, going as deep and as fast as possible, hitting that perfect spot every time. It was a particular strong stroke that sent you over the edge yet again. 

You came, calling out his name as you raked your nails down his back. With one final thrust into your spasming core, he finished, groaning into your neck.  A new kind of warmth flooded your system. You were spent in the best way possible, body tired and thighs slick. The only sound that filled the air was heavy breathing as Nikolai looked up from your neck. He pulled out slowly and you both groaned at the sensation, but the loss of connection as well. You registered that he left, but came back very shortly, towel in hand.

After cleaning yourselves up, Nikolai pulled you close to his chest, arms wrapped tightly around you. He caressed your face, pushing back hair sticking with sweat. 

If you thought he was pretty an hours ago, he was gorgeous now. Messy hair stood in different direction and a nice flush covered his cheeks. Dark love bites littered his upper body, and his lips were almost bruised. You were sure you looked similar.

“I meant what I said” he whispered, smile on his face “I am yours, my darling” 

You leaned up and caught his lips. The kiss was tired, both of you energy gone.

“I love you” you grinned into his lips 

“And I love you.” 

[vulpixisananimal]

(Siffrin) {Mal Du Pays} <Null> |Asterion| [Loop] [(Saffron)]

[A:3 C:56]

[TWs: Medical check up. Needles. SH Scars]

"Thanks for coming by, Siffrin, Isabeau." (Dr. Gina Joy took a seat at his desk. You and your emotional support Isabeau were sitting across from him on a nice couch.)

"Well uh, thanks for having me. Haha" (You rub the back of your neck.) "I-I, uh. . . I'm, just a bit, nervous?"

(The three of you were in one of the medhouse's cosy exam rooms. There was a small desk, the couch where you sat, a few paintings, a bookshelf, and a drawer with medical stuff on it. At the back there was a raised bed as well.)

"That's fine!" (Gina responded with a smile.) "Today's really open for me so we can take our time, alright?"

"T-thanks."

(Isabeau squeezes your hand.) ". . . Uh, is it alright if I stay for this?"

"That's up to Siffrin, he's the patient."

"P-pleasestay." (You look up at him, pleading.)

[Stars ABOVE Siffrin!!]

(You shrink down a bit as Isa responds.) "O-of course! Doctor visits can be very scary!"

"Don't worry, I don't bite." (Gina chuckles.) "So, ready?"

[Absolutely not.]

{No.}

(You nod.) "N-no, but, gotta start sometime." (Cue nervous laughter.)

"That's the spirit!" (Gina clapped his hands together.) "So! First, I want you to know that no matter what you tell me, I will treat it with utmost seriousness, and I will not tell anyone outside this room about what you tell me. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Alright." (He opens a notebook and clicks a pen.) "Second off, when was the last time you had a checkup?"

". . . . . . . . . " (Uh. . . It was. . . When?)

[No idea~]

{The answer might be never.}

(But, that's not true, what about. . .) "Uh, didn't a doctor visit me in Jouvente?"

"No, that was just to check your craft exhaustion." (Isa responds.)

"Uhm, what about in Dormont-"

"Same reason then too."

"But what about-"

"That was to patch your eye up."

"Uh, and, before that. . . ?"

"Nope." (Isabeau shakes his head.) "Never had the chance when we were saving the world!"

"F-fair." (You sink down into your cloak.) "S-so, uh, never?"

"No shame in that." (He writes something down.) "It happens. Well, what kind of conditions do you know you have?"

"Well, eye don't know about that~" (You stick out your tongue.)[Ugh.]{. . .}

"Pfft-" (Gina shakes his head, grinning.) "Fair enough. So are you missing your eye? Or is it just blind."

"Oh it's long gone." (You laugh a little.) "I took a hit meant for Bonnie, and my eye was the price." (But you'd do it again. Every-)

[Single-]

{Time.}

"I see." (Gina nods.) "I think it goes without saying but, thanks for that. Y'know, saving the country. Anything else?"

"Well. . ." (You tug on your cloak.) ". . . I have, a lotta scars."

"That's okay." (Gina writes something, then pauses.) ". . . No matter how you got them."

{. . .}

". . . Anything else?"

"U-uh. . . I, have, some weird, weird body stuff? Privates, stuff."

"No shame in that."

[Pineapples, stardust~] "O-oh! Right! I'm allergic to pineapples."

"Oh? How severe?"

"Deadly." (You give Isa a smug smile. He just put a hand on his forehead.)

"A-and, uh. . ." (. . . You, don't know if. . .)

[. . . Later.]

{Once we know the doctor better.}

(Okay.) ". . T-there's. . . Something else but, I'm, not comfortable saying it yet."

"Take your time." (He looks up and moves some hair out of his face.) "Alright then! If that's all, could you just sit over at the bed so I can get started?"

"O-okay!" (You let go of Isas hand and hop up. You walk over to the bed at the back, slowing down a little, hesitating. . .)

[. . .]

"Should, s-should I take my cloak off?" (You say. If you're already going all in. . .)

"Please, shoes too."

"A-alright." (You hesitate, reach to the pins of your cloak, and undo them. You, take off your cloak. Isabeau's at your side, you give him your cloak. You kick your shoes off. You don't look at Gina.)

". . . Like I said, no matter how you got them." (He talked in a supportive tone.)

(Your skin tingles. You shuffle over to the bed and hop up, you take a shaky breath in, and out.) ". . . . . . T-thankyou."

"No need to thank me, Siffrin." (You finally look up at Gina. He was beaming, Isabeau was giving a double thumbs up from behind him.) "Let's get started."

(Gina got to work, checking all over your body, writing down your results. It was, a lot at once, woah.)

(Gina put a band around your arm, it constricted slightly.) ". . . 128 over 71, blood pressure's a little high."

(Gina put a stick in your mouth.) "36.8C Perfectly average."

{He was changing gloves and washing hands periodically.}

(He looked in your ears with some sort of light that looked like a pen.) "Looks nice and clear."

"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue, please." (You do, he puts a popsicle stick on your tongue and looks down your throat with that same light.)

". . . ." (He stares for a second.) ". . . It looks like you have scarring back there, similar to your friend, actually."

"Ohhuua?" (You try and say.)

(Gina takes the stick out.) "Do you know what that's about? There's no record of what causes it."

"O-oh, uh. . ." (You rub your shoulder. You, right, it was-)

{The island, and saying its name.}

(R-right.) "Do you, know about the island north of Vaugarde?"

"Uh. . . Uhm. . ." (He taps his chin.) ". . . Yeah wait, isn't, that the island that just, disappeared a few years ago?"

"That's the one." (You clear your throat. Just, relax.) "A, a long story short. No matter what you do, you can't remember it anymore. Or anything relating to it. A-and, if you try saying the island's name, well. . ." (You tap your throat.)

". . . I see!" (Gina went and wrote all that down.) "I'll, ask for more details after we're done here if that's alright."

"Fine by me."

(He finishes writing that down and walks back to you.) "Good! Oh! Apart from that your mouth looks good, but I'm no dentist. Alright, so, let's get to the obvious."

"Look directly up, please, but don't move your head." (He gets that light again and points at the bottom of your eyeball as you look up.) "Hmm, looks good from here!"

"At least I have one that works." (You try and joke.)

"True enough! Let's keep it that way. Now, may I?" (He asks, gesturing to your eyepatch. You nod.)

(He takes the eyepatch off for you, and looks around your damaged eye.) ". . . Lots of scarring. That glass eye is some good craftsmanship, but a bit worn. Does your other one look the same?"

(You exchange a look with Isa.) ". . . Other, one?"

". . You don't have a spare?" (He stands up.) "Wait, you do take it out to clean it right?"

(You glance to the side.) ". . . I, didn't know you needed to?"

". . . Got it!" (He shakes his head, smiling.) "I know a glassblower in town, I'll write you a prescription for them to make you another one. And I'll get you info on taking care of an empty eye socket."

"Although." (He looks at the eyepatch.) ". . . A craft to help keep dust and such out. Where'd you get this eyepatch?"

"I made it!" (Isa raised his hand.) "I can show you how I did it if you want!"

"Please!" (Gina chuckles.) "It's really good work!"

(Back to it, Gina grabbed his stethoscope and put it to your chest.) "Juuust breathe naturally."

(He puts his stethoscope to multiple parts of your chest, then your back, then your chest again. He's making an, annoyed face? He stops using the stethoscope, and gently grabs your wrist, mouthing something to himself as he presses on an artery.)

[Stardust, how did you mess up BREATHING!]

(I didn't-! He goes and gets a different stethoscope and does the same.)

". . . Try. . . . . . Holding your breath?"

(You do so, and wait. seven, ten, thirteen, twenty seconds. He presses the stethoscope to multiple parts, and listens. . . Eventually he steps back.) "Okay, that's enough."

(You take a few breaths.) "Uh. . . All, all good?"

". . . I'll be honest, Siffrin. I have no idea what the fuck is going on with your heart."

"UH-" (Isabeau shared your worried look.)

"It's, well! Your heart is beating, I can tell that from your radial artery. But when I try to listen to it there's just this. . . Buzzing?"

". . . O-okay!" (You laugh nervously.)

[?!?!?!?!?!!? JUST, OKAY?!?! STARDUST?!??!?]

{Hmm. Strange. Concerning.}

"I've. . . . Never heard of anything like it!" (Gina tapped his foot, thinking.) "Have you had heart problems before?"

"Not, really?"

"Siffrin you had a heart attack!" (Isabeau interjects.)

"O-oh, oh yeah. From the craft exhaustion." [STARS!! You are a mess, Stardust.]

". . . O-kay." (Gina goes back to his notebook and writes a few things down.) "From what I can tell your heart is working fine for now, but without something more invasive that buzzing is making it hard to listen."

"For, for now?!?"

"A heart attack can damage the heart and cause even more heart problems." (He finishes writing and walks back over to you.) "I can get you some medicine that can restart your heart in a pinch. Just in case."

"That'll be a relief." (Isabeau sighed.)

(He continued with the check-up. Getting a small rubber mallet and gently tapping your knee.) ". . . Very good reaction time."

(Next, a needle.) "Just a blood draw, want me to count down? No? Alright." (He looks for a good artery, then goes in with the needle. You didn't even flinch.)

(Gina took the needle back, and put a cute smiley bandaid over the wound.) "Okay, so, I need to be thorough and do a full body examination, and that means being nude. Is that alright? I could send Isa out."

"I-I--" (You bite your lip and look at Isa. He's looking away, flushed.)

[S-stars above-]

{It's a doctor visit. Get over it. You nod, Siffrin relays your words.} "It's fine, for both."

"Alright. In your own time." (Gina goes to one wall and reaches above a cabinet and flips a hidden switch, a pole with a curtain leaned down and he pulled it across. Privacy.)

(You gulp down your anxiety, and, with a shaky hand, take off your, shirt, first. Oh s-starsabove you didn't think this would, w-would-)

[Well you're here NOW! UGH! Who planned this again?!?]

{Asterion.}

[WHY!?!? Blinding- None of you have even MET Asterion!! And he's here just making decisions!!!]

(. . . It's, not a bad one though, is it?)

[Well. . .]

{It's not. You finish getting undressed. If you can't trust a doctor who can you trust.} "Done."

{If you two can't behave, I'll keep us on a lead. Gina retracts the curtain and starts the examination.}

". . . I, take it you've talked to those close to you about these scars?" {Gina asks, looking over your arms.}

"Yeah." (You nod.) "I, I'm, trying, not to."

"That's alright. As long as you're trying, and I can tell none of them are fresh." {He pauses at the large scars on your torso.} "What I'm more curious about are these. They look like, large stab wound scars."

"U-uh-" (You make a face.) ". . . It, was, a giant knife?"

"Well, with whatever you guys went through I'll believe it." {He smiles. You hated the touch, but, you glanced at Isabeau. He doesn't look worried.}

[Mal. He's a FLUSTERED MESS!!]

"Top surgery?" {Gina asks, examining the two chest scars.} "It's a sloppy job. Was body craft not an option?"

"N-no it wasn't. My extended family didn't like how I was born, but I couldn't use wish craft to change it." {You.} (speak.) "You're supposed to make a wish to change your body instead of using body craft, but kids aren't allowed to use wish craft. So, my parents had to. . . . . . agree. . . . . To. . . . . . . . ."

(You feel dizzy. You stumble back, sitting down on the bed again. Gina handed you some water, Isa was staring at you, before getting up and getting a pen.)

"Uh, do you have a spare piece of paper?"

"O-oh sure! Here, why?"

"It's, Sif sometimes gets moments where he remembers so I gotta write it down before I forget."

"Ah- right okay. I have, a lot to read up on don't I."

"Yeah-"

"What're we talking about?" (You shake your head and look up.) "Sorry I just, zoned out."

"I-it, was about those scars. On your chest." (Gina replied, getting back over to you.) "Have you always had memory issues?"

"Kinda?" (You shrug.) "I don't think it's that bad."

(You hear Isa choking a little across the room.) "Siffrin, your memory is a sieve with a cannon hole in it!"

(You reach for your cloak- RIGHT. NUDE.) "C-canwecontinue-"

"Of course, Sif!" (Gina says in that calm tone of his. He gets back to it.) "Hmm, it looks like you need to eat more, but you're definitely getting enough exercise. May I. . ? Thank you. . . Yep, looks perfectly healthy down there!"

(Your heart skips a beat.) "I-I, what?"

"What." (Gina looks up at you.) "Did you expect something different?"

"W-well, it's, y'know. . ." (You look away, uncertainty plaguing your face.) "Not, normal. At all. Down there."

"Just because it's not normal doesn't mean it's not perfectly fine and healthy." (He stands up and pats you on the shoulder.) "Intersexism is fine. There's studies tying some health problems later in life to it, so make sure to check up again."

"O-okay-" (You squeak.)

"Oh! And have you been intimately active? Experienced Vaugardian culture, as it were?"

(Huh? What does that. . . . .UHM- YOU COVER YOUR FACE.)

[. . Well!]

{No? The answer is no, isn't it?}

(. . . . . .)

{. . . Siffrin. What did you-}

(You. Let out a mumble.) ". . . H-heyIsa-?"

". . . . . Y-yeahSif?" (His voice was very normal.)

". . . Can you. Plug your ears and hum to yourself please?"

"O-OKAY-!" (A second later you hear Isabeau humming softly as you whisper the answer to Gina.)

". . . Okaydone-"

"MNFSBHNDSDBNM" (Isabeau groans into his hands.) "Idunnowhatitwasbutwecantalkaboutthatlaterifyouwant-"

"Okaythankyou--"

(There's a bit of a silence as the two of you silently die inside. Gina breaks it.) ". . . . Wwwweeeeeellllllll that's the physical all done. Uh. I'll give you a second to get dressed."

(You're covered by the curtain again.)

[Stardust~]

(AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!)

{Siffrin.}

(LALALALALALALALA I CAN'T HEAR YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUu finish getting dressed and not thinking about that at all.) "All done!"

"Oki Doki!" (Gina puts the curtain back.) "The last physical thing I wanted to ask about was that craft exhaustion. Like I said last time, once you get it once it'll be easier to get it subsequent times. What craft were you overusing?"

". . . . Uh." (You make a face.) ". . . Time craft?"

". . ."

"I-I'm serious!"

"I. . . Okay! If the King could do it then so can you. Okay." (He sits down and thinks for a minute.) ". . . I ask because if you get craft exhaustion that means you'll be affected by craft overuse, too."

"Craft whatnow?" (You tilt your head.)

"If you use crafts too much without a break it'll start to affect your body." (He spins in his chair and grabs a book off the shelf. He opened it to a page and showed it to you.) "Here."

(The book had a picture of four hands. One was normal, the other three, well, Gina explained.) "The first is a normal hand. The second one with calluses is from rock craft overuse. The third thin looking one is from scissors overuse, and the fourth one with thin pale skin is from paper overuse."

". . . Huh! I've, never heard of that!"

"Me neither." (Isabeau adds.) "I've never seen anything like that before."

"It's hard to overuse the three basic crafts." (He looks through the book.) "And the only entry for time craft overuse says you just die. With a little smile face in the small print. Funny."

"Very funny." (You grumble.) "I uh. . . I'll admit I, do, overuse time craft. A lot. I can't say how, for, reasons."

"I'll trust you." (He looks at the book intensely for a few more minutes.) ". . . . Okay, theory time. If time craft is linked to transportation craft, similar to how time and space are linked, then there's a good chance their craft exhaustions are linked too."

"Transportation craft is difficult, but not impossible. We have records of its overuse and effects; it completely ruins your sense of direction and balance. It's like you lose place of your location in space."

"Oh! So!" (Isabeau jumps in.) "For time it must be losing your sense of passing time! That makes total sense!"

"Does it?" (You scratch your head.) "I don't think that's happened at all though."

"How long have we been here, Sif?"

". . . 3 hours?"

"30 minutes."

"H-HUH?!?!?" (You look around for a clock.) "That, what?!?"

"Fascinating!" (Gina is writing faster than Odile.) "Hmm. . . Well, I'll just play it safe and assume that's true. There's a clockmaker in town, I'll get them to make you a pocket watch that can chime periodically."

"Uh. . . Thanks?" (You rub your head.) "Sorry I'm just, surprised?"

"So am I." (Gina gestured back to the couch.) "You can get comfortable again, I just have one last thing I want to go through."

(You get up and go to the couch; cloak and shoes back in place. You looked at Isabeau next to you, he was smiling, but still had a hint of a blush on his face. You reach your hand out, he takes it.)

". . Y-you okay, Sif?" (He leans down and whispers.)

"Y-yeah." (You nod.) "Just, yeah."

"I love you."

"I love you too." (You take a second, then look up at Dr. Gina.) "S-so."

"So!" (He finishes his writing, then gets out a clipboard with some papers on it.) "I have a few things I'd like you to fill out, if that's alright. I promise not to judge, okay?"

(He hands you the clipboard and a pen. Looking over the first page, it's, questions. "How often are you distracted by noises around you?" "How often do you interrupt others.")

["Do you have fears about harming yourself or others." "Fear of saying certain things" "Often find yourself lost in thought."]

{"Do you have excessive concern about animals." "Fear of accidentally stealing things." "Have trouble remembering things."}

(. . . . . .)

{You. . . . Take your time.}

{. . . . A lot of these questions take a while. You have to be honest with yourself. You glance at Isabeau. He's looking away, giving you privacy.}

{. . . . . . . . . . .}

(You hand it back. Gina takes it and starts looking over your answers. You look away.)

"It's alright, this'll just take a minute."

{You tuck your legs up inside your cloak and hold them close. Fear bubbling in your gut. This. . . Wasn't a bad idea. But you hate it.}

[You, couldn't agree more.]

(It feels like forever. You lean on Isa, he puts an arm around you. Stars, maybe you are loosing your sense of time. . . Finally, Gina speaks up again.)

". . . So! This questionnaire was to help me get a better idea of your mental health." (He taps his pen.) "There's a good chance you have a form of autism or ADHD, or both. And I'm positive you have anxiety and depression. I could get you some medication for that, but again, you'll need to see a specialist."

"ADHD?" (You tilt your head.) "What's that?"

"Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. It's an inability to control what you focus on." (He continues.) "You're also definitely suffering from PTSD, I'm not really surprised considering all you've been through. You've both been through."

"And lastly, you may have some form of DiD, Dissociative Identity Disorder. Although again, you'd need to see a specialist for that."

"Huh?" (Why does that sound familiar?) "And what's that mean?"

"Well." (Gina put his hands together.) "It's, having dissociative episodes and essentially having multiple personalities, or identities, in one body. Does that sound familiar?"

". . . . I-" (Oh stars, oh stars oh stars oh stars oh stars oh stars oh stars oh stars oh stars-)

[C-calm, calm down Siffrin, you, we, aha-]

{You turn to Isa and tug on his arm, eye wide. His face looked some mix of, proud? Excited? You couldn't tell. He smiled and nodded, putting an arm around you.}

(You, wait like that for a few seconds, breathing, you're okay, it's okay.) ". . I, I guessed as much, h-haha."

"Yeah?" (Gina tilted his head.)

"S-sorry, just." (You hold closer to Isabeau.) "I, I knew I had, something like that, I even met someone who also has it, gave me advice. B-but. . ."

"It's different having a doctor say it, right?"

"Y-yeah. . ."

"I know the feeling." (He's talking so softly. You hear the scribble of his pen.) "I'll make a note here for that, alright? But you'll need a psychiatrist for much more, alright?"

<Ugh.>

[Problem?]

<No.>

[You're a bad liar~] "Thank you so much, Gina. . ."

"No problem!" (Gina clicks his pen and puts it to the side.) "That's pretty much everything! I have a lot to write up, and I'll have to check your blood but that'll tay a few days."

"So. . . . We're, done?"

"That's all!" (He beams at you.) "Once I get you that medical plan, you're free to go!"

"Absolute lifesaver." (Isa chuckled.) "Thank you so much, Gina!"

"No problem! You can wait in the lobby if you want." (He gathers the papers and puts them together.) "Who knows! By the time I'm done, Boniface might be walking home with you!"

(That's. . .)

(. . . That's good to hear.)

[nocofamilyau]

id like to see how you tackle mikes DID in a... yk... less problematic way :P my thought is that during the adoption process he went through a lot of trauma then developed DID and his alters later on? I dunno. what are your thoughts?

I mean, it'll be interesting to say the least.. I mean, I don't have DID, I don't know anyone with DID, but I'll try to be as considerate about how I portray it, like I won't put any reset buttons anywhere ill tell ya that

what im thinking is that Mikes bio parents were shit, like they were both alcoholics or something, and the only family member around that was capable enough to take care of him was his grandpa, but yknow he was old and had a lot of health problems. Chester showed up when mike was suddenly sent into foster care after his grandpa died, guess that makes the most sense..

Svetlana was caused from older foster kids bullying him (he was usually the runt of the litter)

Manitoba was purely an escapism thing, like when he was little he was really into adventurer/wildlife shows (probably still is now)

idk maybe Vito comes later (I got a comment on another post saying that Mike could have got Vito from accidentally drinking beer thinking it was soda and I thought it was fucken funny,, like I can kinda see that happening like at a friends pool party or something lol but idk if that might come off as a bit insensitive) but idk what ideas id have for him

I like to think Mal doesn't exist in this au, no shit on him I just don't know how he'd fit into something like this

[knickynoo]

Results after watching "Best Man" (one of my favorite episodes) from season 3.

BINGO! And I would have had 3 in this board if he'd said something snarky to Mallory and talked about one of his Preferred Topics. But alas. Neither a rude comment nor rambling in the entire episode. No ties or suits either!

Link to the APK Bingo Board

[bumble-the-sun-bee]

the brain is braining rn wough

What if the ETS universe got mixed with pressure

Bloodmoon would probably have a gimmick similar to pandemonium. Get out of their sight and you're fine but if they see you for a moment, they go after you and you have to play a mini game that has to do with focus and fighting to keep something in place

Elara could be something similar to the imaginary friend entity but if you have her by your side, you have a higher chance at a BM encounter but a higher chance of survival if you're too slow

That or Elara as eyefestation, looking at her in the eyes is deadly (based on her ability to easily defend herself now) but she could occur in any room, not just rooms with windows.

Crimson and red could have a function similar to the mimic, open a certain door and you get attacked by them. Or something like angler and it's variants, probably pinkie. No obvious cues but same general function.

Static being p. AI. nter is kinda obvious, you get shot if in the line of the turrets. But they could have a special extra gimmick where they roam around the heavy security part and if you bump into them outside their (now broken) cell, you can spook them at the price of being shot.

Mal as seb is . Kinda obvious. But every now and again, he goes after you just to spook you. But if you flash bang him while outside his shop, he gets startled and drops some items and runs away. That or you get shot and die immediately.

Bumble and Rosy would be like the wall dwellers. Hiding out of sight and going after someone when they're not looking and can be stopped by looking at them. If another entity spawns, they leave med kits in the aftermath and some kind of light source thing (flashlight, flash beacon, ect)

G uh

Thoughts down. That was a lot

[ghostlyloversworld]

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

𝙉𝙞𝙘𝙤 𝙙𝙞 𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙤 𝙭 𝙙𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝘿𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧! 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

✒- 𝙉𝙞𝙘𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙇𝙚𝙜𝙤 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙤 ' 𝘽𝙪𝙨𝙮' 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙧

𝙎𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚> 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙉𝙞𝙘𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙪𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜

𝘼/𝙣↪️ 𝙄'𝙢 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮, 𝙢𝙮 𝙎𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙄'𝙢 𝙩𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣. 𝙎𝙤 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝.

𝙎𝙤𝙣𝙜- 𝙀𝙡 𝙟𝙚𝙁𝙚 𝙗𝙮 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙩 𝙁𝙪𝙚𝙧𝙯𝙖 𝙍𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙙𝙖!

7:30, ha sonado la alarma Yo con ganas de estar en la cama Pero no se puede Llevo a los niño' a las nueve El mismo café, la misma cocina Lo mismo de siempre, la misma rutina Otro día de mierda Otro día en la oficina.

(7:30 the alarm has sounded I want to be in the bed but you can't I take the kids at 9 the same coffee, the same kitchen the same always, the same routine another shitty day, another day at the office)

She sighs as she was ready to give up she had asked Annabeth for help but she had let her down gently by saying ' Sorry.. I promised Mr d I'd help him today'. So she asked Grover and he had told her ' Sorry.. I told Juniper I would hang out with her today.. I haven't been able to hang out with my girlfriend since I was trying to find Pan to prove I was right..'

She drags her feet she stopped to ask Percy " hey can you help me.. Uh build um.. A Lego flower set?... " Percy who was helping a little kid practice with a sword " oh! Hi!.. Um.. After I'm done helping this kid " he smiles sheepish. Which would take up to hours before he finished she sighs and nodded "alright "

She kept walking looking down. It was like no one had time to do something so small with her. Until she heard behind her " what's got you so down? " she turned around to be face to face with the boy who's barely there at camp who people know him as the loner boy with only a few friends she sighs " it's nothing " he rolls his eyes " It's Something if it's bothering you that bad" Nico shoved his hands into his pockets

Tengo un jefe de mierda que no me paga bien Yo llego caminando y él en Mercedes-Benz Me tiene de recluta El muy hijo de puta, yeah.

( I have a shitty boss who doesn't pay me well, I arrive walking and he Mercedes Benz, he has me. As a recruit, The son of a bitch, yeah)

Estás soñando con irte del barrio Tienes todo pa' ser millonario Gustos caros, la mentalidad Solo te falta el salario.

( You are dreaming of leaving the neighborhood, you have to be a millionaire, expensive tastes, mentality, you only need the salary)

Nico grabbed the little clear shell like Lego snapping it on the other Lego he was careful as he does so ".. " a for minutes go by ".. So uh.. How is.. Yours and uh.. What's his name?.. " "who? " she asked

" the boy who.. Controls water.. Uh.. The son of p-" " Percy? " she cuts Nico off and he nodded causing his Raven hair covers his eyes " yes "

"Ohh.. We aren't dating" she laughs Nico looks shocked at this news " oh?.. But every Aphrodite kid thinks you two are perfect for each other "

She snorted " a boy who controls water and a girl who can manipulate and create flowers " she laughs ".. I don't see it to be honest" Nico said She shrugged " eh I don't either "

Se acumulan las facturas, ser pobre es una basura Mamá siempre me decía que estudiar todo asegura Estudié y nada pasó, maldita vida tan dura Trabajo más que un cabrón, pero follo menos que un cura Qué ironía, qué locura, esto sí, es una tortura Te matas de sol a sol y no tienes ni una escritura Dicen por ahí que no hay mal que más de cien años dura Pero ahí sigue mi ex-suegro que no pisa sepultura.

Tengo un jefe de mierda que no me paga bien Yo llego caminando y él en Mercedes-Benz Me tiene de recluta (te tienen de recluta) El muy hijo de puta (el muy hijo de puta)

( Bills accumulate being poor is rubbish mom always told me that studying everything ensures I studied and nothing happened damm hard life, I work harder than a bastard but I fuck less than a priest, how ironic, how crazy this is torture you kill yourself from dawn to dusk and no you don't even have a writing they say there is no evil that last more than a hundred years but my ex-father-in-law is still there that does not step on a grave)

She sighs after two hours they finally finished the cute Lego flowers sat on the coffee table in the cabin her hands hurting so is his " this is worth the pain " she said with a stupid grin being held proudly on her face making the Raven hair boy laugh his first actual laugh

Tengo un jefe de mierda que no me paga bien Yo llego caminando y él en Mercedes-Benz Me tiene de recluta (te tienen de recluta) El muy hijo de puta (el muy hijo de puta).

( I have a shitty boss who doesn't it pay me well, I arrive walking and he in Mercedes-Benz he has me as a recruit (he has me as a recruit ) the very son of a bitch (the very son of a bitch) )

Estás soñando con irte del barrio Tienes todo pa' ser millonario Gustos caros, la mentalidad Solo te falta el salario.

( You are dreaming of leaving neighborhood, you have everything to be a millionaire Expensive tastes, mentality you only need the salary)

She held her hand up for a high five and he laughs before giving her a week high five " you could do better then that " she teased he rolls his eyes and gave her another high five this time a little more stronger she grins " yeah "

Tienes un jefe de mierda que no te paga bien Tú llegas caminando y él en Mercedes-Benz Te tiene de recluta el muy hijo de p- 'Toy soñando con irme del barrio Tengo todo pa' ser millonario Gustos caros, la mentalidad Solo me falta el salario Lili Melgar Para ti esta canción, que no te pagaron la indemnización Otro pedo, como siempre, a la ve-

( you have a shitty boss who doesn't pay you well, you arrive walking and he in Mercedes-Benz, he has me as a recruit the very son of a p-)

As they laugh the door to the Demeter's cabin open and Percy looks at the two " oh??. " he ran his hand through his Raven hair that was wet both Nico and her look at each other before laughing she asked Percy " did you fall into the pond or something " he grins " no.. I slipped and fall in the water " they all laugh together

Estás soñando con irte del barrio Tienes todo pa' ser millonario Gustos caros, la mentalidad Solo me falta el salario.

( toy dreaming of leaving neighborhood, I have everything to be a millionaire Expensive tastes, Mentality I only need the salary)

[radioroxx]

Hiiii I love your mal du pays thought. Yea I know I’m supposed to be sleeping but the sickness woke me,,, ANYWAYS do you think maybe it were first created in the headspace as a way for Siffrin to cope with being alone? Do you think that maybe Siffrin was able to be with it in their dreams and maybe doesn’t even really remember because Siffrin blocks so many things out and it only comes to Siffrin in their weakest moments when they NEED it. Siffrin as a child was lost and alone and scared and needed a friend and the only person he knew was himself so, because yeah. I never saw mal du pays as an exact extension of his sadness but more like. A reflection of all their lost memories and a reflection of his weakest moments. I think Mal is there as a protector. To keep them safe from themselves and THATS why it appears during the kings fight. “You’ve been doing this long enough, let me talk some sense into you” type thing but. The sense maybe wasn’t exactly what needed to be heard. Yknow? Does this make sense? I’m still eepy but <3 wanted to quickly say this 2 u before I forgor. (Ps yea I knew there was a limit 🥰 dummy)

ITS FUNNY U SAY THIS BC. AFTER I POSTED THAT I STARTEF THINKING. i like as well the idea that mal came first? i dont know at what exact point sif wouldve split, possiblyyyyy late teens? makes sense to me… would be neat

in that way i think i could see it working opposite to the way u put it. siffrin offering company to mdp instead! aaand years go by mdp fronts a lot less etc etc. stealing things from the very quick notes app i created el oh el

i personally am interpreting the mdp scene in game as more of a… freakout on mals part. big ol panic attack you get the idea, which came about through these. twisted thoughts about their family. for funsies ofc. since i already established my belief of mal as much Younger more prone to getting afraid like this. sorry im also tired so words arent working with me very well atm. but yes i do think ur idea is p interesting too :0