#it’s interesting and fun though I’m enjoying it

[choclatecoveredlove]

Tunnel of Love ❤︎

Playful Land is one of the coolest theme parks ever! The rides were exhilarating and the attractions were even able to keep finicky Floyd’s attention. However, you noticed something as you were checking out the map once more.

“Hey what’s this thing here?” You asked Fellow as you showed him the map. He stifled a sigh before glancing at the map.

“Oh, that? Why that’s our… ‘Tunnel of Love.’ It’s popular amongst couples, but i’m sure a blossoming young scholar like yourself wouldn’t be interested in something so trivial.”

Fellow clearly didn’t know you very well, because just as he was finishing his sentence you grabbed the hand of the guy you had feelings for and dragged him towards the Tunnel of Love with you!

Ace

you wanna go on WHAT with him?????

acts embarrassed and like he doesn’t want to ride but he does

you just can’t tell deuce that he went on this ride. he’ll never hear the end of it.

“of course you’d pick something lame to ride.” “well you don’t have to go on it with me.” “no we’re gonna ride it now.”

“ugh this ride sucks. it’s so slow and boring.”

he’ll groan while reaching out to grab your hand. yknow just in cause there’s an unexpected drop or something. (there is no drop)

he had fun and will smile about it when it thinks about it later on

does he thinks it’s worth the teasing from trey and cater? “well… maybe.”

Trey

he’s embarrassed, like really embarrassed.

not because he’s embarrassed to be seen with you or afraid he’ll be teased (which is unavoidable) but because he’s not very experienced with this kind of thing

“so..is it alright if i hold your hand?”

he’s glad the lighting is so dim in this tunnel; he would hate for you to see him so red in the face

he’s kind of awkwardly silent the enter time because he has no idea what to do or say

however as the ride goes on you notice him scoot continuously closer and closer to you

he gathers the courage to give you a small kiss on the cheek as you get off the ride

“sorry i was weird. let’s do that again some time. i’ll definitely make a bolder move then.”

Cater

he knew about the tunnel of love from social media posts and was gonna ask you first but you beat him to the punch

he’s gonna take so many pictures (for his own personal collection)

“okay, now let’s make a heart with our hands! cute~! scoot closer to me now. mwah~ got you!”

what a sly guy… and he got it all on camera

he doesn’t spend the whole time taking pictures though. he wants to savor the moment alone with you as well

he is immune to the teasing of the others- they’re probably just jealous he gets to spend 1 on 1 time with you

“am i gonna post the pics on magicam? no way. they’re just for me~!”

Leona

“no.” “pleaseeeee????” “no.”

he says while standing in line and waiting to get on the ride with you.

it’s something to do at least. “beats babysitting the rest of that lot.”

you were gonna try and be flirty and put your head on his shoulder but he beat you to it.

“wake me up when this is over.”

how romantic. leona asleep on you. (っ- ‸ - ς)

for leona though, he actually had a good time. taking a nap on you after a long day of being annoyed by a bunch of herbivores? he enjoys it

he’ll never tell you that though. but you can assume from the faint smile that graces his face as he gets off the ride with you

Jack

ooooo somebody’s tail is wagging

not that he’ll admit that he’s excited or anything. because he’s definitely not.

if you thought trey was awkward get a load of this guy! he’s as stiff as a board and won’t even look at you

“nervous? ‘m not nervous.. there’s not anything to be nervous about.”

sure jack everyone believes you (¬_¬")

if you’re expecting any moves to be made that’s too bad. he won’t even brush against your shoulder.

however, if you make a move he will initially tense up before relaxing somewhat and beginning to enjoy himself

Jade

“how incredibly bold of you.” 

this is all incredibly fascinating to him, human amusement parks, human courting rituals, and of course you’re fascinating as usual.

he’s unsure of what you expect out of this interaction how ever he’ll try his best to live up to your expectations.

he’ll hold your hand, put his arm around your shoulder, allow your head to rest against his shoulder, everything a gentleman would do.

tbh he was a little worried initially when you said you wanted to go on a ride with him but thankfully it wasn’t a thrill ride.

“this is much more fun anyways.”

Floyd

floyd is always up for a new experience: especially with you!

you just pray he doesn’t get bored halfway through and tries to get off

“wowie shrimpy~ you wanna spend time with me alone? can’t promise you’ll come back in one piece.”

he’s joking. (probably) (•᷄- •᷅ ;)

he cannot sit still on the ride

“heyyy why is this thing moving so slow? you said this would be fun. you’re not keeping me entertained at all. you better make it up to me later, kay?”

he’s expecting you to keep him entertained and content so you better not let him down

Kalim

he is beaming from ear to ear

he loves spending time with you!!

and for once jamil isn’t here to tell him ‘leave them alone.’ ‘they have better things to do.’ ‘you can’t take up all their time.’

he so excited he’s physically vibrating while waiting in line

tries to very subtly hold your hand and smiles when you take your hand in his.

he’s very gentlemanly. “it wouldn’t make you uncomfortable if i kissed you, would it?” no matter the answer he’s just happy to be around you

“that was so fun! can we go again? or maybe five more times? please!”

Vil

you think you can casually ask him to go on a romantic ride with him? you’ve got guts, he’ll give you that much

“well… fine. but no pictures. and no telling anyone else about this either. especially rook.”

he looks so refined sitting next to you and under the dimmer light he looks majestic

“i’m not going to kiss you on this.”

HEARTBROKEN ૮(˶ㅠ︿ㅠ)ა

“i’m sure we can find somewhere much more romantic to do that. rather than this gimmicky ride.”

so he didn’t enjoy it… but he still likes you though ♡⸜(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)⸝♡

Lilia

how fun!! he’s never experienced like this before and he’s glad he can experience it with you.

he takes a couple a pictures so that he can show malleus, silver, and sebek later “they’re going to be so jealous of us.”

he’s ancient so he’s aware of how to be romantic and to how to be a gentleman (only if he wants to be though)

he’s extremely flirtatious, he’ll lean in close only to whisper “you know, you’ve got something in your teeth.”

then in the next moment he will entangle his hand with yours and help you out of the ride. he’ll skip back with you to the rest of the group grinning slyly

Fellow

he was definitely not expecting that.

he personally doesn’t care for the tunnel of love, in fact he thinks it’s a little gross. the last thing he wants to see is couples making out.

but he has to keep up the act of gracious host, doesn’t he?

fine. he’ll smile and bare it. he just knows gidel will never let him live it down though.

well at least you are kinda cute. maybe he won’t hate it entirely.

“my, my! you’d like to ride it with me? i’m honored to spend one on one time with such a prestigious scholar such as yourself.”

[horoscope1078]

The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the room. You groaned, burying your face in the pillow as the memories of last night slowly came back. The music, the dancing, the drinks.. and of course, the bet. The ridiculous bet that you had been so confident about.

You rolled over, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself, hoping the warmth would help soothe the lingering embarrassment creeping into your mind. But it didn’t. The image of Ruben’s teasing smirk flashed through your thoughts and you winced. You’d been so close.. way too close to stripping in front of him.. and at the last minute, you had chickened out.

Suddenly, you heard a soft knock at the door, followed by the sound of it creaking open. “Morning, amiga.” Ruben’s voice came, laced with amusement.

You peeked over the blanket to see him standing in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame, still looking annoyingly fresh despite the late night. He was wearing a white t-shirt and gray sweatpants, a clear reminder that, unlike you, he hadn’t spent the night tossing and turning in embarrassment.

“Don’t you knock?” you mumbled, pulling the blanket over your head, trying to disappear.

He chuckled and stepped further into the room. “I did knock. It’s not my fault you didn’t answer. Besides, you owe me a striptease, remember?”

You groaned again, feeling your face heat up. “Can we not talk about that?”

“Oh, we’re definitely talking about it.” he sat down at the edge of your bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. “I mean, you were the one who suggested it, after all.”

“I didn’t think you’d actually win!” you muttered, voice muffled under the blanket.

Ruben laughed, pulling the blanket down just enough to see your face. “Well, that’s your first mistake, underestimating me. And your second mistake? Chickening out.” He raised an eyebrow, his teasing tone impossible to miss. “You talk a big game but when it came down to it..”

You groaned louder, rolling onto your back and staring up at the ceiling, trying to will the moment away. “I didn’t chicken out!”

Ruben’s grin only widened. “Oh, no? Because I distinctly remember someone standing there, about to take off their shirt and then suddenly..” he snapped his fingers. “Boom. They changed their mind.”

You closed your eyes, mortified as the flashback hit you.

It had started out as a joke, a little bit of fun to keep the night interesting. After he’d gotten the phone number and claimed victory, you had fully intended to follow through. You’d made your way back to his place, still feeling the buzz of the alcohol and the excitement of the night. The playful energy had carried over and soon enough, you were standing in the middle of his living room, giggling as you toyed with the hem of your shirt.

“I can’t believe I’m actually doing this.” you had laughed, glancing over at Ruben, who had leaned back against the couch, arms crossed, his eyes glinting with amusement.. and something else.

“Go on then.” he had teased, clearly enjoying watching you squirm. “Don’t hold back.”

You had slowly started to lift your shirt, exposing your stomach as you swayed to the imaginary music, your confidence wavering. But then, just as the shirt had reached your ribs, your nerve had faltered. The heat in Ruben’s gaze, the way he was looking at you with such intensity.. it had made your stomach flip. You’d yanked the shirt back down and burst out laughing, backing away as you muttered something about needing more drinks.

And now, in the morning light, that laughable moment felt much less funny.

Ruben leaned closer, his face inches from yours as he tried to meet your eyes. “So, what was it, huh? You get cold feet? Realised you couldn’t handle the pressure?”

You pushed him away, though you couldn’t help but smile. “Oh, shut up. I just.. I wasn’t in the mood, ok?”

“Sure, sure.” he said, the smirk never leaving his face. “Or maybe, you just couldn’t handle the idea of me seeing you lose twice in one night.”

You threw a pillow at him, which he caught with ease. “Oh, please. You’re so full of yourself.”

“Hey, don’t be mad at me because you couldn’t follow through on your own bet.” he teased, standing up and tossing the pillow back onto the bed. “But don’t worry, I’m not gonna hold it over you.. much.”

You rolled your eyes, sitting up and wrapping the blanket around your shoulders. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

“Can you blame me?” he asked, flashing that mischievous grin again. “Seeing you all flustered is worth more than any striptease, honestly.”

You tossed another pillow at him, laughing despite yourself. “Alright, alright. I admit it. I chickened out.”

Ruben’s expression softened slightly, though the teasing glint never fully left his eyes. “Don’t worry, amiga. I won’t tell anyone.” he mimed zipping his lips. “Our little secret.”

“Gee, thanks.” you said dryly, though you couldn’t stop the smile from tugging at your lips.

He shrugged, standing up and heading toward the door. “Well, I’ll let you recover from your defeat in peace. But, just so you know..” he paused in the doorway, glancing back at you. “Next time you make a bet, make sure you’re ready to back it up.”

You rolled your eyes again but your heart did a little flip at the way he winked before disappearing down the hallway. You sank back into the pillows with a sigh, the teasing memory lingering in the air.

Maybe next time, you’d make a bet you could actually win, or maybe, just maybe, you’d be ready to see it through.

:)

[lustlovehart]

Hii! I'm new here, and I love your twisted wonderland monster AU. I've been addicted to it ever since I found it. Anyways, I don't know if it's been said anywhere, but does the AU take place in modern times or middle age-ish?

Middle-Ageish!

Fun fact, The AU was gonna be set in modern times! The magical scroll scene with Crowley in the prologue chapter was meant to be on the phone instead before I decided I wanted to have the AU be more fantastical. The Au was a bit more slice-of-life based, whereas Monster!Hunter reader has to deal with all the monsters they tried killing breaking into their home. For the most part, most of the cast stayed the same, but some did change! Like Idiawent from Steampunk Robot -> boogeyman -> reaper. Rollo was never disguised as a human, Chenya was gonna be the hunter paired with you! And Lilia was gonna be a spider instead of Skully!

I actually still have the draft for the first Monster!Twst saved! So here’s the phone scene I’m talking about

If I’m being honest… I wrote so much for the original Monster!Twst posts, it’s a shame I decided to never fully finish them! But to be fair, I think I prefer the way the Au is now. But, if anyone is interested I don’t mind posting some of the stuff I did have written originally! It’d be a little saddening if it just rotted in my drafts, so if you’re curious I can share some of the parts from it! (Though not every character was decided in the og au, so if there’s nothing I’m so sorry!!)

Though, if i’m being honest I do not enjoy my writing style in it 😭. Truthfully, the Au was more fun based than plot based before I actually locked in.

I talked too much (」°ロ°)」. Ahh but hiii!! Welcome to the blog!! I promise i’m nice. I’m happy I was able to get you hooked on it! I love writing when I have to time and it’s so heartwarming to know people like it ^^

[pastelwitchling]

              Michael’s jaw felt like it was going to crack. He’d only gone out in the first place to get some damn eggs so he could make Alex a damn cake because he’d been craving some damn chocolate the whole damn day, and Michael had made it his life’s mission to give Alex whatever he wanted the moment he wanted it. The only problem? Alex had insisted on coming with him—“It’ll be fun,” he’d said. “Just you and me doing domestic stuff,” he’d said (they really didn’t get to do much of that, what with the psychotic aliens and evil space objects always trying to kill them)—and Michael had been hesitant to allow it.

              Watching the way the cashier’s eyes lingered on his husband now, the young (very tall) man blatantly staring at Alex with obvious interest and longing, Michael knew he should’ve locked Alex safely away in their bedroom. It seemed to him that the whole of Roswell knew Alex was gay only after he’d gotten married, and the only part other gay men in town had registered was that the long-time source of their wet fantasies enjoyed a man’s touch.

              The fact that he’s already married to a man? Meh, who cared about that detail?

              Michael cared. Michael very much cared.

              “Here’s our cupcake of the day,” the cashier said, his deep voice making Michael’s eye twitch. “On the house.”

              “Oh, no, thanks,” Alex smiled. “I’m allergic to chocolate.”

              At that, Michael’s head whipped around, the surprise on his face brief before he schooled his expression. The cashier looked disappointed, but Alex was already grabbing the bag and thanking him.

              “You got this, baby?” he said, eyes only for Michael, as though he’d never have his fill of him.

              The thought cracked through Michael’s anger and he smirked, taking the bag from Alex and dropping a kiss to his cheek, which made Alex chuckle. “I got it. Come on,” he said, and wasn’t shy about giving the cashier a look equal parts smug and threatening.

              “You are so obvious, it hurts sometimes,” Alex said, though he was still smiling, his cheeks flushed pleasantly.

              “I don’t like anyone eying what’s mine,” Michael said, unapologetic.

              Alex took hold of his free arm, hugging it and squishing his cheek against Michael’s shoulder.

              “All yours,” Alex said, more content than Michael had heard him in days. “Always have been and always will be, Guerin. I mean that.”

              Michael scoffed, pulling his arm free just to wrap it around Alex’s waist and pull him flush against his side. “No kidding. I’m sure as hell not letting you go. Live with it.”

              Alex’s smile widened and he cuddled deeper into Michael’s side. “Okay,” he said happily. “I will.”

[narlwhal-in-a-trashcan]

Nona is such a silly sweetie-pie

[braisedhoney]

[SCENARIO CONTINUED FROM HERE.]

You select the second oldest of the available files. An observation log — COLONY keeps these, or so you assume. He never leaves commentary or notes to organize them. He probably just memorizes them instead. The terminal beeps beneath your fingertips, every click practically a gunshot in the quiet room. Thanks to your pass you are technically permitted to be here by the system — but you know better. There are security measures here that were not to be violated. If you are discovered, if THIS is discovered, you would likely be in trouble. The screen loads. Text fills the margins. After a moment, you realize that it is not just a file; it’s a transcript and an audio sample. There’s also a small attachment of some kind, likely an image. You play the audio.

[LOADING. . . (A short period of complete silence. Then, rustling as footsteps approach, and the familiar whir of a door. A familiar voice fades in with them.) “… I told you, it isn’t going to work.” “So you’ve said, Captain.” (The door whirs again. Locks.) “Please don’t call me that. Everyone keeps calling me that. Really I mean, I don’t even know what to do with…” (The sound of movement. Footsteps, slightly heavier but more measured than the first. The sound of something opening with a mechanical hiss — a containment unit?) (A quiet sigh. It’s barely audible.) “That… isn’t what I think. Right? Another one?” (A chuckle.) “Don’t sound so unenthusiastic. It’s terrible for morale.” “Le—“ “Just put them on, won’t you? It can’t hurt. One more trial.” “… Fine! Fine.” (The footsteps draw closer.) “Good. Now grab my hand.” (A clang, like somebody knocked into something.) “No.” “Trust me.” (Rapidly receding footsteps joined by another set.) “No!”(A loud bang, like a fist slamming against metal. The footsteps stop.) “No.” “It’ll be fine.” “You don’t know that.” “I’m right.” “This isn’t the answer. It isn’t going to — it’ll never be the answer, Leander, and I don’t even know what it — you know you can’t, right? Can’t come back? Doing this won’t let you see her agai——!“ “Captain.” (Silence.) “… shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that.” “Prove it.” ”Leander, please.” “Grab my hand. This will work.” “…” “I swear.” (The seconds tick by. Then.) “You...” (Another chuckle. Warmer in tone.) “Didn’t I say I would do it? Didn’t I promise?” (Laughter. Loud, nearly hysterical laughter interrupts him. It’s boisterous, disruptive.) “You did! You did, you… you magnificent bastard, you really found a way to———“] The audio ends. You stare at the screen. No matter how long you look at it, the text does not continue, the audio file does not extend. All that remains is a single attachment. Frustration makes your jaw tense, but you don’t have time to waste being angry. You’re running out the clock as it is. You click it. [LOADING. . .]

And then the screen goes dark. No. Not just the screen — the whole room blacks out. Every terminal flickers off, every bulb extinguishes. For a moment, there is total, unfamiliar silence. Even the faint electric buzzing that comes with electronics is gone. You are completely alone. You turn, grasping blindly at the records pass, the imprint of the screen still on your eyes. You stumble for the door, and to your surprise the pass blinks green, the only light left in the room. It opens and you shove your way through into the hall — Only to slam into a barrier. You look around. There is no hallway. Of all times for the paths to shift… The room you are in is tiny. The door behind you closes, and there is no scanner on your side, nor a handle. It is completely featureless. There is no way to open it. You call for COLONY. There is no answer. You call for the Captain. There is no answer. You call for help. You call for help. You call. You call. you. c a l l. . . . . . . . . . [YOU CANNOT BE TRUSTED.] [. . . ] [THE CAPTAIN WILL LOOK FOR YOU.] [. . .] [BUT THE CAPTAIN WILL NOT FIND YOU.] [ . . . ] [I AM SORRY.] [I AM SURE THAT MEANS LITTLE. BUT I AM.] [CURIOSITY IS NOT A TERRIBLE THING.] [BUT I WAS UNDER THE IMPRESSION THAT HUMANS QUITE LIKED CATS.] [. . .] [A POOR JOKE.] [I CAN’T HELP BUT WONDER IF IT WAS WORTH IT.] [I DOUBT IT.] [BUT I DO HOPE.]

(Scenario End. Ending: “Status Quo”.)

[bloodheartz]

Just gonna say that mocking people for voicing their disappointment over the stream (spongebobscreamingwithflyingicecreamtruck.png “IN A CIVIL AND POLITE MANNER”) just makes you like. An asshole lmao. People are gonna be disappointed when they’re told they’re getting one thing and getting another no matter what, even if what they get instead is really good/funny.

[blodeuweddschild]

I have got to stop taking tiktoks horror movie recommendations

[b-blushes]

So bonkers how my general ability to do tasks has changed since new playlist and tv show. No longer pulled into spending one million hours stuck on The Apps either, I’m doing things. The power of feeling happy and excited…….

​silly. but I’ll take it!!!!!!!!!!

[mapsareforbraindeads]

i hate to say it but i already feel my mental state improving after stepping back from that fandom. that shit was DRAINING

[whenthegoldrays]

sigh

[karmathehalflander]

I’m going to get some hate with this one but it needs to be said.

STOP HARASSING CREATORS FOR CREATING MPREG CONTENT!!!

I’ll say it again. Stop 👏 harassing 👏 creators 👏 who 👏 create 👏 Mpreg 👏 content 👏

it doesn’t affect you and there is nothing wrong with anyone creating or enjoying content involving male or nonbinary presenting pregnancy! And I think it’s a bit transphobic to suggest that Male presenting pregnancy is weird or gross. As if it isn’t something that exists in real life! Trans men and nonbinary individuals have children all the fucking time and you need accept that fact.

also, stop going on posts of creators being like “are you the person who drew that thing?! Yano, ‘that’ thing? 💀💀” Mpreg is not a curse word and it’s weird that you think it’s weird. And it’s really rude of you to come in and act like they did something disgusting.

this isn’t saying you need to like said content. It’s fine if it’s not your cup of tea.

And it’s also ok to criticize content that may fetishize people and experiences. But harassing people is never the way to go. It’s not your place to bully and harass people.

Not to mention what you are doing by stigmatizing a mostly queer experience. You are hurting people and being rude for no reason!

I’m so sick of seeing talented people be shunned and harassed and struggle with their mental health for something as simple as Mpreg!

(also this stands for anything. Don’t harass people for making fan content that you don’t like. It’s ok to call out genuinely problematic behavior but harassment gets us nowhere)

and I’m ready for the hate. I’m ready for angry people. But I can’t stand it anymore.

please stop.

[reformedmercymain]

Should I give Overwatch another chance?

Honestly as much as I love the game I’d hold off on playing it until PvE comes out unless you have friends who are playing it with you. Ow2 reignited my actual love for the game (outside of how it scratched my competitive itch) so it *might* be worth a try even without friends if you loved “old overwatch” (like the “classic days” of 2016-2018?) and maybe lost interest around 2019 onwards. But for 99% of the players who left I’d advise you wait for what will hopefully be decent PvE

[thomine]

🍍both questions pls o3o

What kind of AUs do you like? Are there any AUs you hate or just generally have beef with?

— 🍍 from fruit emoji ask game

this was a tough question! i really like AUs where the laws of canon are adapted over to the AU. not a good example (but an example nevertheless) is my baizhu’s fic for AU August where Xiao was the one who gave Qiqi the “cure of mortality”. this isn’t canon at all, but i did read somewhere that an adepti gave Qiqi her zombie-state, so i just assumed Xiao to the role.

it’s quite hard to show all these connections when writing a short AU piece, so another type of world building for AUs i like are worlds that have the vibes of Chiara Bautisa’s works—more specifically, star wolf and moon-bunny. they are subtle in their world building, dreamy and poetic. granted the genre for her work is fantasy. but i do quite like how the focus has never been on the laws of the world but the story & tension between the 2 characters.

for AUs i despise… i haven’t really stumbled across one that takes the cake. but that’s also because i just avoid reading things i don’t like. uh… maybe AUs that are less chaste in nature.

[eredins-a-king-aint-he]

Have I ever mentioned that I am simply buck fucking wild for OC content?

[itseghost]

because I’d only ever played inquisition before I never worried much about the canon timeline you create as the player bc well. I had no context except inq. now that I’m starting from the beginning and with veilguard coming up I’m thinking soooo hard about the implications of every decision I make lmfao