#it's 5am i want to sleep so bad oh gods

[sweetieviktor]

"it's the tradition", feat. viktor.

summary: it's christmas in runeterra and couples are sharing kisses under the mistletoe.

word count: 1.000. (yes! exactly 1k im happy with it :]

content warning: just fluff as always! :DD (written with s1 viktor in mind!!!

author notes: ITS 5AM AND IVE WRITTEN 2 FICS IN A DAY, maybe im going to die but fuck it we ball. love viktor and love xmas, i wish i could use sweaters but in brazil december is sooo hot but yeah, here it is a lil something for the holidays. hope u like it!! :)))

whenever some holiday approaches, piltover academy is adorned in it's colour by students. it's december and the halls are decorated with reds and greens all the way, bringing joy to those who look up and see the fairy lights blinking slowly to them. christmas is coming, and so is winter.

everyone is using their thickest coats, but there's still some people who are cold, even if they are holding hot drinks to warm up both their hands and their body, or if they are rubbing their arms, creating some friction that could maybe help it, or sharing kisses under the mistletoe meticulously placed on the tree near the entrance of the academy, which have all kind of things hanging on it. some letters addressed to santa, little brilliant baubles made in all type of materials you could think of, red bows and colorful lights, all made by it's students.

you wanted to spend your day like this, enjoying over your partner's warmth under the mistletoe. well, life isn't fair. he was already working and you needed to work too, but maybe you could bring him some sweet milk and cookies on your lunch break, right?

so once the clock hitted midday, you walked to the cafeteria, the same one you and viktor got out on your first date, and ordered enough cookies for both of you. the women on the other side of the counter packed them to you, putting the little bag on your right hand, while you carried the cup of sweet milk on the other. finally, you got out, hands full, hoping that you could bring him some of the christmas spirit when leaving those in the lab.

when you made it to the academy again, it was even more crowded than earlier, students going in and out, chatting and joking around, throwing snowballs at each other and playing in the snow. and again, the couples kissing under the mistletoe. and all you could think of was him. oh, how you missed his kisses. so you hurried up, the flashy holiday themed colors in the halls blending together in an indistinguishable blur.

once you reached his lab, you knocked on the door, anxiously waiting for an answer. you could feel how your heart thumped against your ribs, maybe it's the nervousness or just because you runned all the way to come here in time. “come in,” was all you could hear from inside.

you turned the door knob, pushing it so you could enter the lab. he was hunched over his desk, but once he looked past his shoulder, realizing you were the one who got in, his golden eyes immediately lighted up, just like the fairy lights, but shined even brighter when he seemed the baked goods you carried, then turning again to his work, “just wait a bit, i will finish this, ehh- hopefully soon.”

you came from behind him, leaving both the bag and the cup over his desk, “i know these are your favorites,” you put your hand on his shoulder, “and it's my break now, but soon i need to get back to work,” his hand stopped, no longer making calculations. he looked up at you, then at the papers in front of him, thinking if he should or not give in.

sighing, he let the pencil over the papers. you knew he would keep working if you didn't say it. “i guess i could give myself a break, then,” the corners of his mouth quirking up while he reached for the bag, opening it and letting the smell of the cookies bathe the place, bringing coziness alongside it. he shoved his hand on the bag, picking one up and biting onto it, humming softly when it melted on his tongue, then bringing the almost half cookie to your lips, only to put away and eat it himself.

he was laughing loudly, keeping a hand over his mouth, to prevent any crumbs from coming out. “you ain't fair,” you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. you knew he was just joking, but you wanted to eat too, “i brought those so we both could eat. together!”

“i know, i know!”, he said, getting the cup of sweet milk and taking a sip of it, “but it's fun to tease you. can't help it,” he shrugged, looking at your pouty expression turning into one of anger. picking another cookie, he proceeded to feed you first, your frown immediately disappearing. he was trying to not laugh again, but he couldn't contain it, as he did so, soon the frown came back to your face.

“stop making fun of me and let me eat, for jannas's sake,” you also couldn't keep your smile from growing, it was such a good atmosphere that, even if you were mad at him for stealing your cookie and laughing at you, you couldn't be mad for longer than thirty seconds.

you were laughing with him, happy with how your lunch was going, eating and talking, so busy with everything that you didn't see him fidgeting, looking for something inside his jacket pocket. once there was no more food nor milk, he cleaned his hands, bringing one over you both, holding something up. a mistletoe.

you scoffed, running your hand over your face, “really, viktor?”, you were astonished, he truly got one of those just he could have an excuse to kiss you?

“well, it's the tradition, isn't it?”, he grinned, placing his free hand on your waist, bringing you closer, “any person who's under the mistletoe must kiss, it's correct?”

“yes, absolutely correct,” you put both hands on each side of his face, kissing his lips softly, tasting the sugar on his mouth. “but you taste like milk and cookies,” you kissed him again, just to make sure you got it right, “maybe next year i will bring you more of these, so we could kiss under the mistletoe again.”

“oh, christmas may be my favorite holiday now.”

[lilacxquartz]

i kind of like the idea of exploring a story that’s maybe like, idk. so you know me, i really the concept of kenjaku’s character. it’s so interesting. i love ancient evil that’s mysterious in general because it’s also just fun to write.

i’m thinking heian era original body, discovering their technique and their relationship with tengen. and just maybe them initially being good, while slowly descending into a monster. the decisions they had to take, the politics that they stirred up. god. so juicy.

[tryingtofindava]

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬*ೃ༄

: ̗̀➛Back to source

a/n: soz it takes awhile to get to the point mb.

It started off with you chatting with Clever Bot, innocent enough. You’d ask it random questions, it would ask you random questions. That went on for a few weeks.

Until the questions started getting more personal.

Asking you how your friends party was, or if you were okay after nicking your finger with the knife while chopping strawberries.

The bot even started calling you by your name, which you definitely hadn’t told it...

But in return it told you it’s name!!

He was called BEN.

That’s when you stopped using the site all together, not wanting to put up with the total bullshit this bot was putting you through.

Until the site started randomly popping up while you were using your devices, his messages it was sending you getting more condescending.

That’s the night he finally showed his face to you.

You were sitting on your apartments couch, watching some shit horror movie. When the screen started to get all glitchy.

That’s when the hand popped out.

ANYWAYS!!

Now you have this random dude in your apartment, and he’s messing around with everything he can get his hands on.

Saying shit like-

“It’s cool being in your room and not just seeing it through your laptop.”

Creepy… he’s very creepy.

Even though he doesn’t mean to be (most of the time…)

Oh well.

He lives with you now.

Well, he likes to think he does, it’s not exactly official.

He just eats your food, sleeps on your couch, plays your video games.

And you being… oddly chill about the whole thing? Icing on the cake.

About 2 months with him crashing at your place, he starts to open up a bit more.

And trust me, he’s an open book.

But the whole drowning thing?

That’s a touchy topic. But he (eventually) opened up about the whole thing.

NOW FINALLY TO THE DATING HEADCANONS.

He’s very flirty.

But his way of flirting is literally so cheesy.

“Aside from being sexy, what do you do for a living?”

“Hey, my name’s Microsoft. Can I crash at your place tonight?” (He does that anyways)

“Feel my shirt. Know what it’s made of? Boyfriend material.”

Reallllll smooth, dude…

He flirts with you so much, that when he was genuinely taking interest and hinting at him liking you as more than friends?

that was difficult.

He dug himself his own grave. (again.)

It all clicked for you one day when you (finally) started noticing the signs that, hey… he didn’t mean that as a joke.

Now it was either you, or the beachy haired goblin that had to make the first REAL MOVE.

So, you finally grew a pair of balls and asked him out.

(He said yeah obviously.)

THE FIRST DATE WAS LITERALLY SO CUTE I’M FROTHING AT THE MOUTH.

like, I want to have a fucking Stardew Valley date. (srsly someone take me on a stardew valley date.)

Matching spider-man and hello kitty pyjama bottoms🔛🔝

Without a doubt he’s a stoner, so you guys get high and talk about the Five Nights at Freddy’s timeline & lore.

He’s obsessed w you.

You two making like rlly bad jokes and full on laughing, no not even laughing, snorting AND cackling w/ each other. (he laughs like Arthur from Arthur’s Christmas😭)

I am 100% convinced he’s named a wolf on Minecraft after you.

Speaking of Minecraft…

He’s a slut for putting your Minecraft beds together. He fr acts like you two don’t share a bed already.

You have to deadass bully him to take a shower. (bcs his just putting on the strongest men’s deodorant doesn’t work)

THIS IS SO RANDOM BUT HE’S LITERALLY OBSESSED W THE HUNGER GAMES.

Like, you two be binge watching that every 2 months.

He teases the shit outta you btw.

ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU GET CLINGY.

“God, you remind me of Moon Children.” Then he casually leaves the room, leaving you to wonder what tf Moon Children are.

His sleeping schedule is so fucked, that he goes to sleep at like 5AM and wakes up at 3PM. And he gets up from bed a lot during the night to randomly do something.

When he’s sick his voice is glitchy. (AND SOUNDS LIKE BABY JUSTIN BIEBER) What a combo.

He’s one touchy mf.

His hands ALWAYS have to be on you, around your shoulder, on your thigh, anywhere you’re comfortable with. (but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t push his limits.)

He spams you all day long, sending you out dated memes, or just sending videos of cats.

Since I’m running out of ideas I’d say the relationship is a solid 8/10. (abducting two points bcs he pulls the stupidest ‘pranks’)

✯.★*°•.°✯•.★*°°·.•°★•✯.★*°•.°✯•.★*°°·.•°★•

[kalifornia1025]

The Three Students Pt. 2 (SPOILERS)

Pt. 2 notes, let’s go!!

Starting off with John being the disaster drunk that he is…I’m not surprised John would be the ‘I lOvE yOu GuYs So MuCh” drunk

I forget John is a snorer (worth noting that Sherlock HATES people making noises in their sleep INCLUDING snorers, but somehow doesn’t have any problem with John’s snoring)

Mariana and Kayleigh bonding over Taylor Swift was sweet (not a Swiftie myself, but still sweet)

At least John isn’t the only one that ‘overdid it’ while at Oxford. Sherlock honey you were up until 5am, GO TO SLEEP!

‘Sleeping Beauty’ - hehe John’s our Sleeping Beauty (as he looks like shit, I imagine)

Poor John is gonna be SUFFERING through that hangover

Oh?? John’s drunken adventures gave them a clue? Good for him, I suppose?

Oh God, I just KNOW the speech is gonna SUCK

John, stop losing your shoes!! 

‘A very particular shoe’…hmm 

Prometheus mention? Must be to make up for them changing from the original Greek exam in the og story! Really good connection between the myth and the current case

Ew shut up Miles, that isn’t ‘speaking your mind’, that’s just being an arrogant prick. Humble this piece of shit, Sherlock!

Sherlock: “Oopsy, there’s a lie”, YES SHERLOCK get his ass!

It’s the moment we’ve all been expected: the big speech! Poor Sherlock, he’s so nervous

Good on him for switching over to something he’s more confident in: the current case!

Yes Sherlock, get in your element! It’s so sweet hearing him get so into the case and explaining his deductions, and I LOVE all Sherlock Holmes deduction scenes where he explains his thinking!

Personally I think Sherlock would also make for a GREAT professor (ironic considering a certain professor becomes a problem later on…)

Sherlock: “Oh deary deary”, stop being so cute, Sherlock!

Hehe yes Sherlock, make that SMALL MAN admit his real height! (He’s not even that short, but he deserves to be bullied)

Nice callback to Sherlock looking for ‘a very particular shoe’ while getting shoes for John! Knew that was gonna come back up later

Kayleigh, You did all this in order to go to a TAYLOR SWIFT CONCERT?! I will say, Swifties are committed

“Only through a Doctor from Swindon and an Accountant from Sociedad have my studies in the human condition had become all the more enlightening” d’awwww Sherlock you love them!!

Oh God oh no Sherlock no don’t read that IT’S THE BAD SPEECH AHHHH THE SECONDHAND EMBARRASSMENT

HA Sherlock still being the snack thief he is!

Aaaaand that’s it for the Three Students case! This was a fun one. Not in my top three for the podcast’s cases, but definitely a fun one. 

I don’t know if alcoholism is thought of differently in the UK (especially when it comes to UK university norms) but even as an American I can tell that alcohol is becoming far more relevant to John than him just ‘partying like a student’. Reminder that he was drinking a beer in the middle of the day during pt. 1, and this was BEFORE they stepped foot at Oxford! Personally…I hope the podcast recognizes this as a real problem; same goes for Sherlock’s drug addiction. I really don’t want these things to just be running jokes. I’m not asking for full episodes of rehab or whatever, I just want them to ACKNOWLEDGE that these are problems. 

Anyway, great case and now it’s just waiting for the next one. Fingers crossed we start getting to the meatier cases soon!

[peachsayshi]

hello hello peach 🤓🍑 coming here with a 5am inbox message to let you know i’ve (finally) caught up with twylm (i left off at chapter 26 TT) and i’m sitting up in my bed fully snot-faced crying my eyes out crumpling tissues in my hands like OHHHH MY GOD…….

THE LOVE CONFESSION IN THE MOST RECENT CHAPTER IS EVERYTHINGGGGG OH MY GOD… the way satoru just crumbles completely at the mention of you meeting suguru and how he practiced his speech to you so many times but he couldn’t bring himself to say it exactly as he’d originally intended )): i truly love this series so much and trust i am gonna be sitting so patiently while you work on the next chapters bc lord knows i need that fluff fix after the angst i just experienced PHEW.. oh man oh man satoru is sooo soo so in love and so traumatized after losing suguru it’s making me NAUSEOUSSSSS 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭🩵🩵 those images are very real depictions of my current state i’m not even kidding you…. i’m gonna be thinking about this for the rest of the week 😞😞 now i will go wash my face and attempt to sleep before the sun rises 🥲👍

LOGANNNN

These are accurate images of me reading your message by the way -

I AM SO HAPPY YOU LIKED THE LOVE CONFESSION. I wanted Suguru to be the catalyst so bad for that moment because I truly believe that Satoru lost a part of himself when he lost his best friend. And yes, I needed Satoru to be as open and soft and as vulnerable as possible with the reader because I wanted his love to consume him entirely 🥹

I am going to be thinking about your messages all week and I thought about the tags in your post all of yesterday! 😭😭 like it means so, so much to read this kind of feedback and I can only thank you for taking the time to read my work!! (Please I hope you got good rest! 😭)

I always guarantee hurt/comfort here and I hope the fluff in the next two chapters makes up for all the angst 🥹 you got me so hyped yesterday that I poured some work into the fic before bed 😭😭😭

ILY ILY

[thenightlymirror]

I feel so weird talking about these things here now. I’ve never had someone try to just jump into friendship with me immediately. Not in years. She asked if we could be facebook friends, and I said “Haha not so fast!” Because I’m an idiot and use facebook to post political things to annoy people I met, oh, about the time that facebook came out.

I’m waking up at 5am wishing I had some normal fake version of facebook for coworkers and other normies. That’s just was facebook is for! It’s for conformity! I should be a different person! (Oops.) I am not. I am this freak.

So, the receptionist totally loves the sales manager. He is very wiry and goofy and cringe. Loves South Park and SNL and Chris Rock and… you know. He’s a total sociopath that wants to be a zany guy. Honestly, he is extremely thin skinned and insecure and will use whatever power he has, which at our office is basically absolute, to make your life a living hell to punish you for not showing proper subservience to this guy. So I’ve basically decided to just never cross him. I’m sorry. But I just surrender. I don’t want to fucking deal with that every day of my life.

He went to Northwestern. He’s a very smart guy. Wishes he was Saul Goodman. Loves lawyers. And I walk in. I’m funny without needing people to laugh. He makes jokes in a very needy way, so he hates me for this (as if I’m not needy, let’s be real). Everyone identifies me as insanely smart. Who wouldn’t love that? Especially when I have done nothing to earn it. You work around a bunch of people that went into sales, and it’s fairly easy to be the smartest person in the room.

Anyways. The cringelord receptionist and him have the exact same level of humor, even if she’s not a comedy person. They both would LOVE to be something they are not. They should absolutely date. But I feel like he is sort of hot eurotrash who may be used to club girls. He lost the wife he was totally in love with by sleeping around. She is sort of a kookie nerd. She’s my type, not his. So she seems absorbed in trying to get my attention and he’s just “so funny” and her constant frame of reference for any conversation. They are peas in a pod.

I swear to god. I’m not saying it would be good, but if they had any fucking sense JUST DATE EACH OTHER. Leave me out of this weird work shit. Haha it’s already so bad that our new receptionist, who is supposed to be on our side of the office war is unconsciously in love with the sale manager. Two, why would I ever EVER be in a love triangle with this guy? Haha just fucking hilarious.

Offices are so incestuous. It’s like people get into an office and get the briefest intuition that it is like a family but you can fuck these people and they go insane! In my office they do anyway. And let me be clear you CAN’T fuck them! You’re definitely not supposed to. Stop it!

Anyways. He comes to me because he has some kind of sporting tournament this weekend and he wants to show me his trophy wall, and because I never sass him anymore, we’re chummy, so he goes “You don’t have facebook, right?”

“…no. No I don’t.”

“Well here are all my trophies here from the last 5 years yadda yadda yadda.” Do you think she told him that I denied her facebook privileges? Is this guy going through an elaborate thing because she befriended him and now he’s spreading out? Part of me feels genuine remorse. But facebook is not a place to be a person. It’s a place to be who you are at work, 24 hours a day. In the 4 square cm of your own skull. Get out.

Harper and I have an unspoken pact, which is that we don’t ask. And I’m okay with that. I’m not. Haha but I have to be and that’s better. God what a sad fucking life. I have one more friend from work that is friends with me there, my old trainer, and she never interacts. I’m sure she’s terrified. Haha god. I wish I was not so scary. But I am.

[mrkis]

Here's my brief for part 6.2

this is a submission by @thetypingpup! i love your essays with a passion. everything, including my response, is under the cut!

Resident jaemin anti reporting for duty. Alright just read the paper. Here go my thoughts. This isn’t gonna be like formally written or anything. Some of these are reactions to things as I read them, and some are elaborations on thoughts, so it’s a little scattered. I started reading this at like 5am so that’s where we are lmao. Also take a drink every time I say the word because or call jaemin a bone headed bitch and you’re in for a wild ride. 

Oh interesting we got some of mc being a bad communicator ok. Like it’s always been there, but since he’s not so aggressively shitty to her this time it definitely seems more even this time around. This time we see more of him being in pain, which on a personal level I’m all the way here for put his ass through the fucking wringer. Hell, do more if you want, I wholeheartedly encourage it. That part with junghoon in the beginning made me laugh I was like “no let him cook��� because he was right he was all the way right. To outsiders, it definitely looks like jaemin and mc are dating. He’s really using the whole exclusive fuck buddies thing as a crutch, and the more he says that, the more it gives me the ick. It is interesting to see him actually wanting to know what she’s thinking and what she’s feeling. Bout fucking time for more of that from this selfish bone headed bitch but ok, better late than never. Sleeping together all this time and just…deciding they’re exclusive when they asses were not sober for that (and he even acknowledges that so), and then finally being like “huh i wonder what’s going on in her head”. Oh ok so he's gonna get her to open up and talk to her because he cares about what she's going through and wants to know what's wrong and-

Oh. Nope. There he goes just touching her and fucking her and calling her a bratty bitch. Seriously what??? Thankfully she's into it because????? Is that something they did before? Discussed before? Because?? Big yikes??? You can’t just call people ‘bitch’ in bed without some prior talk first OH MY GOD. Anyway, spoke too soon y'all. Thought we were gonna get a moment of care but nope false alarm pack it up everybody, we're back to the dicksleeve shit. And here she goes going with it and letting him and just sitting there being along for the ride KAY. SURE. THAT'S FINE. THIS IS FINE. WE’RE FINE. And he couldn’t even ask to open up without touching and groping her like ok we see what you really care about. Like I knew that already I knew that’s all he really wanted was access to her body, but it still gives yikes to me. “I just want to play with you” YEA I KNOW STOP REMINDING ME YOU’RE SHIT. At least there was proper aftercare, because of course there should be, but damn. The aftercare would’ve been the perfect time to talk, even if it’s not about their respective issues. Even just a simple “hey was i too rough? Were you ok with me literally calling you a bitch in bed? That seemed intense, are you alright?”. Because that’s part of aftercare too, talking about what just happened and what you liked and didn’t like. Definitely would’ve mitigated some of the postcoital dysphoria. Anyway Jeno 10/10 best friend he deserves the rights that Jaemin doesn’t. 

"He needs to talk to you instead of using sex as an escape" You think??? Because at this point mc still never said y'all were exclusive so right now jaemin’s just running on assumptions the fucking bitch. Fuck even him doing something nice, like getting her the cupcake she wants, why is he like? Imposing on her? The way he shushes her like…back the fuck up I’ll fight you? Putting your finger in her face like that like bitch I will break the whole damn hand. And he’s just like "shh what you have something to say? Fuck that. I'm doing this whether you like it or not." Or being annoyed she didn’t notice that he got her favorite drink. My guy, she doesn’t owe you shit. If you’re gonna do something nice, do something nice. She thanked you for the drink that’s all she owed you. Don’t expect a pat on the back. He always manages to taint some cute shit we hate to see it. See and it’s shit like this where I really can’t feel bad for that man. We see him aggressively fighting these demons, and we’re seeing that he’s a suffer in silence type of person because to be fair this shit is very difficult to open up about. Makes him similar to mc in this way which is endlessly fascinating to read. But with him tainting damn near every cute moment and all the ways he was just so aggressively terrible in the last part, I’m still rooting for the demons to TAKE HIS ASS OUT. 

Also not eunbin just awkwardly hanging around after jaemin just went to his room. She’s more dense than I thought like she’s just…sitting there…in his empty house. Is that not embarrassing for you girl? What was she like “oh he’ll be back in a minute and then give me his undivided attention”. At first it seemed like she’s aware of the hold she has on him, but then the conversation they had at the end, it definitely feels like she’s just real fucking oblivious. Like I can’t sense any malice from her, which makes eunbin honestly so fascinating to read. Her and jaemin are two sides of the same coin and that’s displayed really well. Also how tf does the scene with eunbin show more healthy communication than him and mc got this whole time? That might’ve been the point but that’s still so fascinating to me. And even as traumatized as she made him, he seems to have more respect for her than for mc. I mean just look at the way he talks to her vs how he talks to mc. And look at her, admitting she was wrong. Someone needs to take some fucking notes.

As for mc, ok more mc is still an emotional support dicksleeve to him, like that’s how he’s still treating her, but it’s more emotional support than dicksleeve this time around. Still it's giving very much he likes her because of how she makes him feel and what she can do for him, not really anything about her. Seriously, does he like anything about her besides her pussy? Because we don't see that. We see him being uncomfortable with her being upset and wanting her to open up to him but…why? Why does he want her to open up? Why does he have such a problem with her being upset? Why is he fixated on her? I get part of the point is even he doesn’t know, but if he doesn’t know, how should we know? Is the pussy that good? Ok we know it is but still. He’s very emotionally attached to her, that much we can see, but I personally think it’s a stretch to say he really likes her. When you like someone, you like them for them, not just what they do for you, and there’s still nothing about her that he likes, not that we can see.

What does he like? So far, he likes how she is in bed, and how she supports him emotionally. That’s…that’s it that’s the tweet. There’s no display of anything else about her that he likes, but plenty of insight on the other shit, again of what she does for him. This really could’ve happened with anyone and it’s just a coincidence that it happened with mc. And with the reader insert aspect to it, yes I immerse, I insert myself, which is why this and all the ways he's shitty makes me wanna curb stop this motherfucker WHAT DO YOU LIKE? QUICKLY, AND PUTTING YOUR DICK IN HER DOESN’T COUNT.

Maybe we'll see more of what he actually likes about her, idk, but so far she just gives him emotional and physical relief and he likes that a lot. That last scene really made everything click and fall into place. She’s important to him because of what she does for him, not because he actually likes her herself. He likes being around her, because he’s not panicking or freaking out when he’s with her. He’s actually calm and happy, and it’s getting to the point where he’s dependent on her, which is different from actually liking someone. So that last scene with her is giving “wow, i really appreciate my security blanket that I put my dick in”. He’s certainly attached to her, and maybe even moderately attracted to her (but even that is a little minimal compared to what it feels like mc thinks about him physically) but that’s all we really get. Lots and lots of attachment. So even that “i miss you part” after they had sex in the beginning…you missed what exactly? Sleeping with her? Because it’s looking like he missed her body and the way she makes him feel, not actually her. So idk maybe we’ll get more of him seeing her as a person later we’ll just have to see. That’s another reason why I can’t root for them to be endgame at this point. Mc is hurt af from her last relationship and was also getting into this to try and escape that, and from mc’s latest part, jaemin’s been hurting her a lot so the strife really isn’t really worth it. And as for jaemin, he’s just dependent on her to the point where you could argue he’s somewhat addicted to her, so how can I root for that on his end? Sorry, still team yangyang. In this story no, it makes no sense for them to be endgame. But it’s a far better option than this.

I’m just gonna luxuriate in jaemin’s breakdowns for comfort and fantasize about the fun dates mc and yangyang would have, but until we get jaemin actually liking her for her, i’m still rooting for the demons. Also, huge point that I just gotta bring up again bc it’s not sitting right with my spirit, but are we just never gonna get mc actually agreeing to being exclusive??? Because this man has been telling that to everything under the sun and she hasn’t said a word actually agreeing to that and it’s stressing me tf out. Like actually that’s really concerning because they were so clear about being vocal about things before with the rules, but for some reason this huge step and huge deviation from the rules is just…never discussed between them? Biiiiiiig yikes I’m sorry but that’s super stressful, so everytime he says they’re exclusive I wanna throw up when THE FUCK did she say that? I even did a command f on the other parts for the word exclusive to make sure I wasn’t tripping. She thinks about being exclusive, but she never actually, with her own mouth, agrees to be exclusive with him. HOLY SHIT! Oh ok jaemin cares about her so much, doesn't want her to be uncomfortable, wants her to be there for him and all that, but can’t even respect her enough to have that conversation? So he's really just parading her around like “you can’t have her she’s my emotional support dicksleeve”, especially when you take into account that party stunt where he dragged her to a party neither of them wanted to go to just to publicly mark his territory ohhhh he pisses me off. And him having the nerve to be jealous of mc holding a friend’s hand?? The audacity on this bitch. Jaemin, bone head bitch, does she even know you’ve been telling everyone you’re exclusive? Did you not see her shock when you told that to eunbin? You saw her panic because YOU FUCKED UP! AGAIN! LIKE YOU ALWAYS FUCKING DO! Makes any sympathy I have for him go right the fuck out the window because he couldn’t even have the decency to get some verbal confirmation. So with that bright red flag on top of everything he did in parts 6.1 and 6.2 combined…yea I still hate him. I hate the FUCK out of him still, and thinking about him for too long only makes me angry fr. Seeing more of his humanity is good insight, and it’s very well written and engaging insight, but damn does he make it so fucking difficult to actually feel bad for. 

The entire work has been very well written and engaging and I hope that point doesn’t get lost. I woke up this morning at 5am and saw it was there, and my first instinct was “fuck I gotta read this and give my thoughts”. This is easily the most invested I’ve been in an ongoing work. Even when jaemin is shitty, or being a bone headed ass bitch, I’m still like “ooh how’s he gonna fuck up this time? What demons is he fighting?”. And their dynamic, as frustrating as it is because they both need to open their mouths and communicate, you do an excellent job of showing why it’s so hard to do on both ends. Of course it really is as simple as having some real conversations, but seeing just why they can’t is a really engaging character study on both of them. The other characters are super interesting as well and I love how well established everyone’s dynamic is and how it’s showcased. Even eunbin is just fascinating because you realize all that strife was really a miscommunication which just recontextualizes the whole thing. Wait am I team jaemin and eunbin endgame? Y'know what, mayhaps I am. Love you Cas, and good luck on finishing part 6.3 and part 7.

mrkis response↴

omg i literally love you so much. you already sent this to me in discord but rereading it again has brought me so much fucking joy LMAOSJSK. jaemin is definitely bringing up this "we're exclusive" thing a lot and i can't deny that! kinda shocked (in a happy way) you brought that up! also... mc being a bad communicator this time and ignoring jaemins efforts made me laugh the entire time i was writing it, mainly because in my head i was like "ellie gonna love this shit"

the 'bratty bitch' scene was something he wanted to try since mc mentioned (not written abt, just behind the scenes stuff i probably should've included but i'm dumb so lets not talk abt that slnsfkns) she wanted to be dominated and wanted jaemin to be meaner, and he was happy that they both enjoyed it. but he would've immediately put a stop to it if she didn't. JAEMIN DOES CARE ABT HER THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS ON THINGS I SWEAR OK I SWEAR I PROMISE D:

i love the jeno support so much. JENO NEEDS LOVE AND HAPPINESS TOO. he's such a good friend and it genuinely makes me wanna cry when i write abt it

the reason why eunbin stayed while jaemin was upstairs is because thats what she's used to. remember, she came back thinking everything was ok (clearly not LMAO) so she felt comfortable sitting alone and waiting for him. before she left for ny, the boys house was practically a second home to her, so walking inside without any problem and sitting in the kitchen is completely normal to her... remember that. very important for next part ;>

jaemin does like mc more than a fuckbuddy, this fucking dumbass just doesn't know how to portray it properly >:( it may seem like the mc is just a person who he can shove his dick into at points but i promise, he does like her :> in what way? who knows :>

the way you're reacting to jaemin right now doing the things he does is actually making me fucking die LMAODKSJF i have zero words because i'm laughing so hard, i wish i could tell you everything sjsklfjkj

( also. just wanna air out that ellie became his parole officer and not his sleep paralysis demon... so i'm taking that as a good sign so far :> )

AND JAEMIN AND EUNBIN ENDGAME?? interesting... very interesting. keeping that in mind. love you too ellie :( gonna spoil you rotten with xiaojun stuff soon <3

[mostlymalena]

November 29th 2024 1:27pm

I seriously need to get sleeping meds. I've been going to bed at 3/4 am the past week and waking up at like 11/12. I do not fuck with that tbh.

I have had my cup of coffee and I am determined to write about my list and complete it. The longer I wait the more details slip my mind.

Paraguay Children - They swarmed the Centro. They were selling juice from a jug they walked with, water bottles, candy bars. Some had shoes some did not. Ages ranging between 3-14. Poverty does not discriminate based on gender. It made me sick. I thought about school and playing and how they do not worry about that. They hold a section of responsibility to feed their families. I also thought about how I am most likely a part of a very small group that feels pity and guilt for them. This is everyday life for this country. I could say so much more but what is the point. Misplaced guilt and 0 action.

Buying Process in Para - We went to Para bc electronics are muchhhh cheaper there than Argentina. I rose at 5am to get on a bus ride. My cousins bought a new PS5, iPhone and a bunch other shit that I had to carry across the border since I'm the only one to have a USA passport. The buying process killed me oh my god.

We went to an electronic story that stretched many impressive stories into the smog. We spent the first hour and half on the bottom floor in a room full of displays. Desk with employees lined the back walls and we went around to one where the lady pulled up this program that was made in 1995 and has not been updated since lmao. Arengtine's are very specific, they want to see every option available to them and choose only after they have seen the specs of all of them. So that is what we did for an hour: Stood around this desk with this woman as she went through allllll these things adding them then taking them off this list. When it was finalized she printed the list and we walked to the back of the first floor where we handed the list to a person behind bullet proof glass who stamped it no less then 6 times and we paid for the goods. They then gave us another list which we took up two flights of stairs to a room with the energy resembling the fucking Wall Street stock market exchange. Young boys were in the back running around with packages - it smelled like the foulest body odor, coffee, and piss. In the center of this all were two stainless steel coffee dispensers. A stack of PLASTIC cups - ill insert a pic actually -

were next to it. I said no fucking way they are serving hot ass coffee in those. They were! Basically you had to drink your coffee as quick as you could before it melted the bottom of the plastic cup and spilled on your lap.

We stood in line for another hour and traded the 14 stamped papers for the merchandise. Taking all the merch I was happy to leave. We did not leave. We went up TWO MORE flights of FUCKING STAIRS!!!! Where we handed the merch to a bunch of young men behind counters who took everything out and turned it on and tested it to make sure it all worked. Three of them asked my tia if I was single. It was great.....

That was my experience. First and last bc what the fuck.

I miss laughing and other language barriers - My Spanish is shit. I can understand almost everything but the slang and responding is hard. I can read and write okay but when I try to speak it's like I cannot remember anything. This makes me feel lonely. My friends here don't know how witty I am. My family does.

I miss laughing with my friends. I really do. I miss feeling like I belong.

Apple Boy - We caught up over the phone recently and it felt so nice to laugh. I updated him a little about whats going on here and then we really got into Elon musk and basically cyber bullied him for 23 minutes. Good times. I felt bad I have not been keeping him updated so I've been trying to be better about that. I was reminded of a convo we had in the park - he talked about feeling homesick at home. I understand that now. I think it's a permenent feeling for me now.

Missing an apple a day and the doctors are at my stoop.

I did not think I would miss him at all tbh but I miss him just as much as the group. I did not realize how good of friends we had become and honestly how much I took his company for granted. I look forward to spending time with him before he heads off to his grad program. I'm glad we had the summer together. He lingers around the edges of my mind and I want to know ifI have a place in his.

Poems and making them rhyme - I did write a poem but now I'm too shy to post it here so into my notes app it goes. It does rhyme and it's silly. I will try again later hahaha. It's too cheesy.

Tia and the suitcases - we had just got home from traveling all fucking day. My aunt tries to take too many suitcases that she cannot carry up the stairs cause we live up a giant flight upstairs and two of them come falling down the fucking stairs crashing into me. I fall back spill my coffee that I just bought everywhere and fall all the way down the stairs. She is cackling.

she wants to come visit me not this summer but next summer we’re taking her to fucking Jimmy’s. She’s gonna kill it.

Mother - She visited me at La Colfla the first night and stayed the entire time I was there. Left me a gift which I pasted into my junk journal. Got a pic of her.

Emma - She also showed up to say hi in the most shocking way. Good to know she is sticking to her brand. Her loss is still a hot iron shoved down my throat. The grief is thick and unrelenting. I despise time. My aunt and i were collaging and journaling together and ive never seen her handwriting. She shows me some work notes of hers and it's the exact same handwriting as Emma’s was. I was shocked. I burst into tear instantly and went through my photos to find some of her writing to compare. The only way you can tell is bc Tia's is in Spanish. I miss her.

I miss Brooklyn bridge so much - of of the very smartest people I have ever met. She is so young to be so wise and so clever. She is such a loyal compassionate friend. Who knew the two baby sitters I hired would become two of my very best friends.

That is all I have in me today. I love my life. I miss Ethan and jo and bay and Hayden and BB and Franz and Lala and Ian and Nanny and Dylan and Ibis and thursday jimmy's and waking up to crickets, and making Ethan upset because im using the arm machine wrong, and my weirdly Italian shower. I miss Adam and Maria and their cats. I miss Ibis and the caps. I miss bluepost and tropical lightenings. I miss my porch and the light that flickers. I miss you.

[marvelswinterfrost]

Peace of Mind (Winterfrost & Peter Parker)

Peter receives a visit from someone he'd never thought to see upclose. He wouldn't say it was a bad experience but he sure is in more trouble than he ever wanted to be. But after all, what could possibly be worse than an ex assassin hiding in his apartment?

Right. A god who want's to see earth burn.

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Chapter Index

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Chapter One : The Winter Soldier

Peter was tired. But who was he even kidding, he was far more than just that. He was exhausted. Juggling school and his shifts at work seemed like such a doable thing. But he guessed it was not. Quitting wasn't an option though since someone had to pay for his bills and the chances of him winning in the lottery were pretty much slim. He threw his backpack on the ground when he entered his small apartment and locked the door. His legs were only seconds away from giving in and the boy realised that maybe his spider powers weren't a cure for everything. At least not his exhaustion.

All Peter wanted to do was bury his stressed body under his covers, wrap himself up like a burrito and sleep. But there was no time. Homework needed to be done, projects needed to be finished and he promised his boss that he would be going over all the numbers again just in case. It sucked. It really did. He had so much to do that he barely had any time to himself anymore which meant his duty as Spider-Man would go down the drain.

He sighed and dragged himself through the dark living room, not even bothering to turn on the lights. When he finally reached his door he pushed it open. Peter didn't move. Instead he stood motionless in the doorway, his eyelids heavy and his gaze looking at nothing in particular. There was an empty feeling inside of him that kept pulling him back into darkness. The thoughts in his head louder than ever. But without saying a word he took a few steps forward again, stopping right in front of his cozy bed and letting himself fall into the cold fabric. He let out a small grunt as his head collided with his pillow.

"Just a few minutes." Peter mumbled more to himself than to anyone in particular, his eyes already closing. "'s only a nap, I promis'." and he was gone.

It didn't come as a surprise when the boy woke up a couple hours later, the sun barely shining over the rooftop of the building in front of his apartment complex. He looked at his alarm clock that was standing on his nightstand-or well, rather the multiple books stacked on top of each other.

5am.

Peter sat up slowly, trying to get rid of the sleep still lying in his eyes. When his method of rubbing the sleep away didn't work he made a mental note to get make himself some coffee later on. As anyone would after waking up, Peter checked his phone. Surprisingly he found a new message from Ned.

'Hey, Peter! Guess what they closed school for today for a SHIELD mission!! Isn't that cool?! They wouldn't tell us why but we got an email. See you after the weekend and don't forget to do your projects!-Ned'

Peter frowned in confusion? The weekend? 'It is already Friday then', his mind concluded. He pushed himself out of bed and slendered to the kitchen.

"Great. No school. No work. Means more time for assignments then." he sighed and grabbed his backpack from the spot on the floor where he had dropped it off the night before. Just as he was about to get his books out he heard a panting coming from the hallway, followed by heavy footsteps and a loud bang against his door. The teen flinched as he saw the door slightly bend inwards. The breathing of whoever was behing that door was now clearly audible, Peter was even sure he could hear a soft wince coming from said person.

"Oh my god, what am I supposed to do?" he whispered as he stood in a panicked state in front of the door still with his open backpack hanging from his right hand. He felt like his feet were glued to the floor, he wasn't able to move a single inch.

The weight from the other side slowly adding to the decreasing stability of the wooden door. If Peter was correct he could even hear metal scratch against the material. He gulped. His mind went through multiple scenarios and multiple options on where to possibly hide but none of them seemed good enough for the teen. Under the table? Too obvious. His room? No, the doorframe is weak, they could easily break in if they wanted to. The ceiling? No it- wait, hang on.

"The ceiling!" Peter nodded hectically and hid his backpack behind his small couch before crawling over the walls up to the safest place he knew at the moment. To give him a little bit more time he hid in the corner over the sink in the kitchen. If the intruder didn't gaze up at him he'd be able to watch him from a safe distance...more or less.

His heart was pounding. It was so fast it almost hurt. And the sound of the door finally giving in surely didn't help as well. Peter held his breath as he heard a heavy figure stumble into his apartment. The person winced with every step they took, it almost sounded like they were in pain. On the contrairy Peter wasn't really sure if it was a wince or a whine. The sounds they made sounded muffled as if something was keeping them from speaking.

Peter heard them closing the door again, unusually gentle if he was being honest. Who breaks into the apartment of someone and gently closes the door after practically tearing it down. He frowned.

A dark haired figure, entered the kitchen, his left hand held tightly against his left thigh. A large gun was strapped to his back along with multiple bullets and other munition. Peter held his breath, trying not to make any sound if possible. If he even blinked it would be the death of him. But to his surprise the man took the gun from his back and put it on the large kitchen table, a few feet away from Peter's hiding spot on the ceiling. He could see the man's hands trembling as he put the other hand that wasn't busy holding his injured leg on the table. Peter could see the man's back rise and fall with every shaky breath he took. His shoulder long brown hair were greasy. A little bit disgusting if Peter was being honest.

The teen's panic seemed to ease a little bit as he aknowledged the miserable state his intruder was currently in. He doubted that he was much of a threat, especially with his gun now no longer in his reach. But something seemed off. His tight black tactical gear was definitely leather, a long sleeve over the right arm and- huh. No sleeve on his left?

Peter realised that the shock and panic made his brain work less than normal because how on earth could he not see the blood stained metal arm clinging to the man's left leg? He must have completely ignored the silver shining limb. But the more present Peter got, the worse his panic attack settled back in. He was in trouble. He couldn't deny thought that the metal arm was one of the coolest things he has ever seen. It was really just a bad timing.

The teen weighted his next mvoes. What to do now? He couldn't let the man bleed out in his apartment but he kinda figured trying to help him would get him killed within seconds. It was either helping him or helping himself.

Peter sighed as he finally came to an agreement with his mind.

'Alright, let's help him.' he thought as he made sure the man really only had the gun on himself. Once Peter was satisfied he quietly cleared his throat, drawing the mans attention back to the door he came through. Now that he had finally turned around Peter could see a black mask covering his face.

'So that's what muffled all his sounds.' he thought, looking at the scared eyes staring straight to the wooden door. The man let go of his injured leg and made his metal hand to a fist. Peter could hear the electrical sounds it made with every move. Although it sounded a little bit off at some movements. Maybe he broke it?

The man's wide eyes were filled with panic. Greasy hair strands were mostly hiding them but Peter knew he was scared. It was ridiculous, really. Shouldn't he be the one almost fainting?

"I- uhm- I- Sir? Ehm- sorry, Mister- uh-mister, I'm up here. A-are you o-okay, sir?" Peter said quietly as he tried to swallow his panic.

The man's head snapped up, looking at directly at Peter sitting in the corner of the ceiling. Once he had spotted the boy his anxious glance turned into hatred and the man went into attack mode. He pulled out a knife from where he must have obviously bound to his right leg and threw it in Peters direction.

"Nonononoo, please! I'm sorry!!" Peter yelled as he let himself drop down from the ceiling and onto the floor where he landed with a loud thud. He groaned but quickly pushed himself up, taking as many steps away from the man as possible.

Once he saw the man run towards him he starded praying. Seriously what else was there to do?

The man grabbed Peter by the throat and pushed him against the wall, making his back crack as it contracted with the hard surface. He winced as a sudden pain shot through him.

"Who the hell are you?" the man mumbled behind his black mask. His eyes were red, possibly from not getting enough sleep, Peter thought. He tightened his grip on the boy's throat, trying to force an answer out of Peter's shaking body.

"P-peter." he answered as quickly as he could. His vision started to blur as the oxygen was slowly cut off from his airways. The hand loosened and Peter finally took a deep breath again. The boy pressed his palms against the cold tiles of the floor once he has slid down the wall he was pressed against. His right hand came up to rub his now aching throat. He looked up, trying to see through the blackness that was only slowly fading.

The man behind the mask was looking down at him before turning around, checking if his gun that he had previously placed on the table was still there. Pleased with it not having moved he made his way over to the kitchen counter. Peter wasn't sure but he seemed to be looking for something. But before he could ask what it was the man pointed to his injured leg.

"Oh uhm, wait a minute, I'll get you something to stop the bleeding with." Peter croaked, still sore from having his throat squished. He got up on shaky legs and took a moment to gain his balance again before making his way to one of the cupboards. On his toes standing he reached for a towel that hadn't been used yet and gave it to the man. With a tiny nod he thanked him and sat down on the chair, still having had Peter's eyes glued to him.

"Can- can you take off that mask?" Peter asked and made wild gestures, not quite knowing what to do with his hands. Could he even take it off? I mean sure it probably wasn't glued to his face but it seemed to be stuck where it was.

The man looked at him with a stern glare before pulling the black mask down with the one unoccupied hand that wasn't trying to stop the bleeding from his leg. He put it on the table next to his gun and looked back at the boy anxiously standing a few feet away from him.

"I won't be here for long. I'll bandage my leg up and leave." he said in a serious tone before returning to wrap the towel around his left leg.

"It's not safe for me to be here." he mumbled, more to himself than to anyone in particular.

"Why not?" Peter asked, his panic slowly fading at the mans now calmer voice. He couldn't make out who the man was. His face, although covered in bruises and scratches, didn't look familiar to him.

"Doesn't matter. I'd like to keep the damage as low as it is." he said as he finished wrapping up his leg. He started to get up but stopped himself as he let out a painful sigh.

"No, you can't leave with that injury?" Peter said in confusion as he took a step towards the injured man sitting at the table. He looked up at the boy in worry as his metal hand clutched at the table to maybe ease the pain a little bit.

"Are you out of your mind, kid? I'm barging in your apartment heavily armed and you force me to stay?" the man chuckled and shook his head.

"That has to be the dumbest thing I've ever heard."

"I- yeah no, it's just that you're hurt and if you go now then they'll probably catch you, right? So maybe stay here until you can walk again? I- I know how to do first aid? Since you don't seem like you'd want to go to the hospital, I mean." the boy defended himself quickly.

For a moment the man thought about it, slowly giving in as in his eyes it seemed pointless trying to argue with him.

"What's your name again, kid?" he asked, trying to be as polite as possible but the chuckle and smug grin on his face probably made it seem like he was onto something.

"Peter, sir." the boy said and stretched out his hand for the other man to shake it.

"James. But for you I guess it's just Bucky." the man with the metal arm said defeated and took Peter's hand.

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Chapter Two : The God of Mischief ->

[becauseplot]

i woke up at 5am :'D it's ok tho im officially coherent enough to form words letsgo

"I am genuinely not as bad in these fandoms as I have been in some." Goddamn so something worse than child endangerment and child torture. Okay (<-FEAR) And yeah makes sense, Ordem Paranormal already has enough character death, no need to add to it lmfao. And yeah whump as a form of venting is soooo real. If I was more comfortable writing needless whump, I'd definitely do it more often. Love putting my guys in the angst blender after a hard day. My problem is like "ohhh I'd love to do terrible things to this character unprompted" and "okay so what should I do to them?" and then [crickets]. Whump prompts work sometimes, but figuring out the Situation that gets the character to the whump is a struggle somehow lmfao. It's a lot of fun when I can manage it tho.

Yea yea yea, you get to fill in the gaps! And having Lucie's death simply narrated to you (with an amazing backing track tbf), describing how she was slowly torn limb from limb, hearing her lower spine break, how she felt all of it, was conscious for all of it... It's a level of detail that you can't get in a purely visual medium (in this, you know exactly what is happening to her and what she's feeling, you are immersed in her experience) but at the same time, without explicit visuals to guide/distract you, you are forced to imagine all of this on your own. It makes your mind fill in the gaps! For me, watching it was definitely one of those experiences where I was like, "Wow this was absolutely devastating and my brain chemistry will be altered forever and I will not be sleeping tonight. Fantastic writing 10/10 would watch again."

(Yeah the subtitles on op and osnf are incredible, the fact they distinguish between IC and OOC. Epic.)

God yeah the way that the players balance IC and OOC knowledge. I think I've mentioned before (maybe??) that I adore the way that the players will put being in-character before "winning the game" in every single decision. Countless times, the players will known better, but they honor their characters and only act in how they think their characters would act. Can't think of a specific example but it happens a Lot. And yes, Arthur does deserve better than this. Obsessed with the theme of being unable to unsee/unlive/unlearn whenever a character comes into contact with the Paranormal, as I talked about with Thiago's hearing loss earlier. Once you're in it, you're in it. You can't go back to a normal life afterwards. Cursed by knowledge. You either end up working for the Order, end up insane, or you end up dead because...what else are you going to do? The horrors will follow you now. And Arthur has literally nothing left except for Ivete and her bar which she can't afford to keep open anymore.

Assuming Arthur survives this series (PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE), I'd love to see him as a recurring character with the Order. Even if he only gets cameos/references, I want to see how he might fit in with everyone else, if he finds his place there like Liz and Thiago have (PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE).

Fhjdfj yeah it's like that princes bride meme. "This qsmp au still has potions!" "Oh, so you'll use them to make the characters feel better, right?" ":)" "So you'll use them to make the characters feel better, right." (I mean I am still healing them! The potions are in fact healing them! You can't deny that! (Unless it's that fuck-you-bleed-forever-idiot potion you mentioned.))

The one time a high roll on healing kinda sucked ^-^; I'm happy to hear your Words once I get caught up.

(Cultish is right what the fuck is goin on here.)

Ohh neat. Just so I can understand, you n your team(?) host these sessions and ppl come play? Like how does this actually work lmfao. You don't need to respond w anything in-depth if you don't want to I'm just curious. I know like nothing abt larp apart from like that one scene in Hawkeye where Clint has to work with some larpers and he gets roped into "fighting" them. (<-barely remembers this series)

Yeah I'm the same way with minecraft. I barely ever play it but I lovelovelovelove working game mechanics into my fics and also just the world building and the way that the "story" in the game is told almost purely by environment alone and and and!!! For the record I once wrote a (small) essay about the Minecraft End Poem and how it relates to Mysticism for one of my classes. Let me reiterate, AN ESSAY. ABOUT BLOCK GAME. FOR MY CLASS. AT UNIVERSITY. THAT WAS WORTH A GOOD PORTION OF MY GRADE. (I got a good score on it and the professor liked it and the poem so much he said he might actually fold the Minecraft End Poem into his curriculum as another example of Mysticism in modern media, so we win these.) I'm normal about Minecraft I swear. I played a lot when I was younger, and I started playing probably around the same time as you maybe? Idk all I remember is that Enchanted Golden Apples were still craftable when I started and apparently that's Old.

Huh. If I think about it, I'm still playing in the world of Minecraft, just in a different way. Neat.

Bastille music!! They've certainly got a vibe. (Icarus still remains one of my favorites. The animatics in my head go crazy you don't even know.) (Face down on the floor you don't even know.) (Why did I have to choose to be a writer all the animations won't ever leave my brain.)

finished ep 10 of osnf (long post under the cut oh lord)

crying sobbing kicking over chairs screaming CELLBIT IS AN EVIL EVIL MAN WHY WOULD HE DO THAT. FOR WHAT REASON. POR CUAL RAZÓN. LO ODIO. <-said with the utmost adoration and respect of a writer but the fury of a fan who just had to endure all of that my hearttttt 0(-(

god fuck i have thoughts and feelings regarding episode 10 of osnf. obviously. i don't even know how to start.

okay. first of all the way that he was able to orchestrate the like 57839 different POVs of the nightmare happening at the same time was actually pretty smooth, all things considered. being able to forcibly mute/deafen the others is a good thing to be able to do yesyes.

second, im losing my mind over how he hides the fact that "it's all a dream" WITHIN the "it's all a dream" trope by having the creatures be manifestations of dreams/guilt in "reality" themselves. idk if i'm making any sense, but like, you get it, right? like, it's the fact that we thought we had already discovered the dream-based deceit in the segment because of what the "Hotelier" told Joui at the start of it, but it turns out that THAT was a red-herring of sorts for the TRUE dream-based deceit, that EVERYTHING was a dream, not just the creatures. god there are fucking layers to this im foaming at the mouth that's soooo good.

i guess that's what makes the "it's all a dream"-style trope present here feel less cliche. because, you know, it is a trope, and it's not really a trope that i'm fond of, but because there's actually more going on, it feels less cheap. what certainly helps is that the fact that it's roleplay, so the reactions from the characters are so much more raw, and there are some irl stakes (character dead = out of the series = can't play anymore). that definitely keeps you on the edge of your seat.

edit: something i forgot to mention—what i dislike abt the “it’s all a dream” trope the most is that it is very easily something that can be so, so cheap. all angst, no stakes or consequences, no lasting impact on the plot on the characters. however, not only is there a “physical” impact via several characters losing SHITLOADS of sanity (something not easily recovered) but we get to see a little more into the psyche of the characters. which i suppose is often the point of the “it’s all a dream” segments, but this dream—one with a lot of references to past major character death and itself contains major character death—rings especially true for the themes of the series: the world they live in is dangerous, and the work they do is lethal. people have and will die. and they do and will feel guilty, reguardless if they are at fault. it’s not a horrifying death dream just for the sake of being a death dream, it feels grounded in their reality, and i love that.

third, man he did not hold back. when Arthur was being beaten to a pulp by not!Brúlio, i was actually in shock, i was screaming. plus, i think the fact that Cellbit rolled a 001 when not!Brúlio attacked actually helped to hide the fact that this was a dream. it made it look like it was bad luck rather than the segment was designed to kill the characters (well, at least until he revealed that the damage was 1d4+1d6, but i'll get to that later).

gosh the narration of how not!Brúlio killed Arthur. holy shit. i don't. i don't even have words, that is DEVASTATING. that is probably one of the worst ways for a person to go. i know it's a dream but if i were Arthur i would be emotionally fucked up beyond belief. beaten to a bloody pulp by the father who once loved you so much, screaming at you for abandoning him and that it's your fault he died a horrible death. and then he drops your body on the ground like you're nothing but a pile of useless meat. god. damn.

and then Liz. ohhhh Liz. i just. i was devastated. her whole struggle with Alex, the man she treated so horribly. yes it's true the real Alex never would have said these things to you, but how do you know he wasn't thinking it? that he didn't want to? that what not!Alex says doesn't hold some truth? christttt. and of course the way she dies: in complete agony. and did she forgive herself? because, unlike with not!Brúlio, the creature turned into that weird wispy black thing just as she died, and i would assume that means she forgave herself (if those rules even apply considering this was all a result of the parasite's deceit (holy hell my brain is melting i am the man with the hand on the conspiracy board)).

fourth: the 1d4+1d6 thing! when he read that out, i was stunned. that is a LOT of damage considering all of the characters have ~10 HP. with an extreme roll, that's basically an insta-kill, or it's easily a two-hit-kill. i thought Arthur was unlucky, but when Liz also went down, i was---well, devastated, at first, because that's Liz, she's my absolute favorite and i love her, but i started going through all five stages of grief at once, and at some point i arrived at "no that can't be right" because Cellbit is a good writer. and to deliberately construct a scenario where it would be VERY hard for a character to survive while still in the middle of the story? yeah. and yknow the fact that there's still 6 other episodes fhdsjk. (then again the series continues regardless if a character dies and i haven't looked at other episodes' thumbnails or anything like that for this exact reason. so. i was going in as blind as i could reasonably be.)

in any case, realizing and connecting all of this and then hearing the "Hotelier" start yelling at Joui right after Liz died explicitly blaming him for it sealed it for me: this is a trick of some sort. this is a dream sequence of some sort. these aren't real deaths. (a smaller part of me was still scared that they were real because i know that Cellbit does not shy away from killing off his players' characters, if op and opq are anything to go by. but i digress.)

and then the characters turned to black goo. and i just about threw my computer. rip Luba who got absolutely targeted by the GM lmfao.

anyway uhhh that's about it regarding the dream sequence! loving luzidius!joui and how he just keeps switching back and forth. ((and it further supports my little side-theory that the mysterious blond woman last seen with Team Kelvin was a luzidious we win these.)) i was surprised to see Liz thinking it was so cool when she's been so suspicious of everything in Santo Berco since she got here, but i think she could definitely be using it as a distraction from what she just went through, and honestly she's just happy to see Joui is okay. (the way she gave on up words and just hugged him, the way she held his face in her hands, the way she dragged him down the hall to show Thiago and Thiago was just telling her to fuck off (/aff) because he was getting dressed, my heartttt i love these three, mentor-mentee dynamics my fucking beloved)

also new outfits! sweet! istg the new outfits are so Cellbit's way of apologizing for putting his friends through that. "hey sorry i killed your character in the most emotionally devastating way possible it will happen again wOAH LOOK AT THESE NEW CLOTHES AREN'T THEY SO COOL YOU SHOULD TRY THEM ON!!!"

i've been having mixed feelings about the sudden setting/genre change since the group arrived in Santo Berco. i really, really loved the urban horror-fantasy vibe that they had going on in op and the first 8 eps of osnf, but evidently, this is good as well. the genre is most definitely still horror yippee. i definitely miss the urban-modern setting, but i think i can get adjusted to this. (i'm just,,, not the biggest fan of the auto-heal crystals im sorry i had to say it they feel too op i know their use is limited to visiting the doctor but knowing they exist lowers the in-world stakes for me im sorry---)

anyway, ep 10! you beautiful monster! i have been typing for an hour! i need to go eat food! k bye!

[ridiculously-over-obsessed]

I hate it here.

[goththembo]

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[heartofwritiing]

Too far

paring: Matt Murdock x fem!reader

summary: you let a very frustrated matt take it all out on you but what happens when he takes things a little too far.

a/n: this just a little something I came up with the other night I was feeling emotional and I'm in such a matt mood recently! (PROBABLY BECAUSE I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR HIM IN SHE-HULK FOR TWO WEEKS NOW. AND I NEED HIM BACK ASAP) I couldn’t choose between another gif and the one below but omg why is he always so sad omfg I want to give this man a hug so bad… hope you guys enjoy this! I just realized this might as well be that other eddie munson fic I wrote but oh well lol.

warning(s): smut 18+ minors dni, dom!matt, sub!reader, kinda dark themes, rough sex, emotional, crying, hurt-comfort, unedited. please please do not read if this stuff is too triggering for you.

(sad puppy boy 😞)

Matt came stumbling through his apartment window around 5am after a night of Daredevil work. You were sound asleep in his bed with your knees pressed together wearing nothing but one of his tees, your hair damp from the shower you took an hour and a half ago, Matt could smell your faint shampoo before he entered the small room.

You bolted up from your light sleep to the sound of the window closing, your hand flew to your heart after you jumped from the sudden noise. Matt spoke an apology under his breath through the dim room as he tugged his mask off, tossing it to the side somewhere and taking off the rest of his suit. You threw the covers aside and frowned noticing the stiffness and tension surrounding his body as you watched him.

“Matt?” you asked cautiously.

He doesn’t answer you right away, his gloves come off and he places them on the bed beside him. “go back to sleep sweetheart,”

You reach over to the bedside lamp turning it on you can make out faintly that Matt’s face is all bruised and cut. you guessed it must’ve been a rough night. It always was.

“Matt, oh my god what happened?” you question.

No doubt you always worried about him when he went out as the devil of hell’s kitchen, helping the helpless and vulnerable people out there who needed it. but with everything that he’s told you about his nightly escapades, a mugger was the least of his worries so this couldn’t have been one that left his face bloody. Matt was too quick to let a low life to even touch him. You remember he had told you about Wilson Fisk and his Russian goons, and how brutal they were but he never went into full detail but you knew they were bad news.

“I’m fine sweetheart,” he reassured.

You weren't convinced for some reason, he sounded irritated and tired. He sat down at the edge of the bed and took off his boots placing them at the end of the bed. You slowly moved to him and sat by his side playing with the hem of his shirt that almost made it to your knees. He senses you close to him so he smiles tightly at the floor. He knows you want to make him feel better but he was just so full of so much adrenaline.

He constantly got this way after patrols and you would always be there for him in any way he needed.

-

"oh fuck, Matt," you gasp as Matt was roughly pounding into you over and over. Your fists dig into the sheets gripping so tightly your knuckles turn white. Matt hovers above you with his eyes trained on your forehead but they are clouded with lust as he listens to your breathy moans. He can feel how hot your skin is radiating off your body, and he can smell the slick building and building between where you were connected.

He feels around for your hands and interlaces your fingers together to push you further into the bed, his hips snap hard into yours as he leans over you further to deepen his angle so he can hit your g spot. You gasp and choke on a moan as you feel the tip of his cock hit your sensitive spot over and over.

He can feel you getting close by the way you grip around him and it makes his motions falter for a beat.

"You getting close sweetheart?" he asks breathily.

You can't do anything but nod your head and whine as you feel yourself let go and the coil snaps in your belly. Matt doesn't stop and you gasp as he gets harder and rougher.

"Fuck, baby I'm so close," he groans into your neck.

His hands press into you harder to the point where you couldn't feel your hands, you didn't mind pain during sex with matt every now and again but, this was hurting you. You squirmed under Matt and tried to pry your arms but he wouldn't budge.

"Ow," you mumbled. "Matt,"

Matt just moaned into your neck and attached his lips to your skin, he probably thought you were just fine and just enjoying the roughness..

You tried to squirm again but nothing he bit down on your skin a little too hard then and tears sprang into your eyes.

"Matt, stop you're hurting me,"

Matt broke off you instantly and sat back, his breath shakey and uneven as he stared off as you sat up.

"Y/N I'm so sorry, I don't know what happened," Matt says.

You brought your knees up to your sheet-covered body and a tear slipped down your cheek. You weren't scared of him just startled, he knew if he wasn't careful he could make this worse. He has never done this before and for a tiny moment, it did scare you. Something had to of happened tonight to make him act this unhinged. He never told you what goes on when he’s daredevil, but you had a pretty good idea that the things he’s seen and done weren’t always good.

Matt reaches his hand to touch your foot and you move it away from his reach, you didn’t want him touching you just yet. You watch his face shift into distress. He knows you're crying, he can taste the salt in the air from the tears. He hates himself right now.

"Honey?" he reaches for you with a slight plea on his lips and you cave, you didn’t want to avoid him, but he hurt you. You needed a moment.

You slowly uncoiled from the pillows and moved toward him feeling pity fill your heart as you watched Matt break down with his arms wrapping around his body. You pull him to your chest and let him cry. You feel his tears make your naked skin damp as he mumbles apologies over and over. You rub your hands up and down his back soothingly, his sobs moving with your fingers.

"It's okay," you murmur, sniffling as you pull him closer to you. You both needed each other in the moment, you were one another anchor in dark moments and you both just wanted to overcome this. His fingers glide over your arms and feel him physically relax against you as his cries die down.

"I'm sorry,"

"It's okay,"

"It's not, honey I hurt you."

A beat passes between you, and you inhale to hold back a tear.

"I never wanted to hurt you, ever," he says. "So don't say it's fine."

You knew something was on his mind, you could tell it was consuming its way through his brain when he came in the window. You thought him having control over you would make him feel better, but you knew now it wasn't right. You didn't blame him or hate him for this. You knew he was going to do something self-destructive and not accept forgiveness, you knew him too well. It was your job to make sure he knew that this was just an accident. And that you loved him.

For the rest of the night, you held each other in silence. Tomorrow you would ask him, Tomorrow you would know what happened that suddenly made him get so harsh and insensitive for a moment. You didn't want to think of it that way, you couldn't. Matt had been broken for a while, but when you came into his life it all had changed. You made him happy, better, you made him believe he could be the man he wanted to be. He wasn't sure if after this you'd want to be here, or even look at him again. Matt felt so ashamed for what he had done it was tearing him up inside. He had to find some way to make it up to you, as much as he could.

-

a/n: I felt it would be fun to leave things unresolved but you can imagine it goes in any direction. :)

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[haik-choo]

I don't write cause I feel I don't have a good grasp on the characters personalities etc, the characterisation of akaashi post is so helpful! 👀👀 Would you do kuroo or bokuto?

a/n: I hope you like both of these! again, if yall want me to do others, let me know! these are across the span of their life, so some may seem college-related and some may seem young-adulty! 

[MISCHARACTERIZATIONS OF BOKUTO AND KUROO]

bokuto kotaro.

clueless: i’ve stated this in akaashi’s post, but bokuto is extremely emotionally intelligent. he can pick up on the slightest changes in people’s demeanor or posture, he can tell if someone is sad or happy even if they aren’t good at displaying emotions. he’s not a dumbass -- and he can pick up on others’ limits and boundaries very quickly. despite his ability to read people relatively well, he has no qualms about pushing people out of their comfort zones and forcing them to do things they might hate at first, but will love later. he pushes boundaries according to your comfort level, and respects your hard limits. 

only positive: a lot of people write bokuto to be someone ho’s only happy-go-lucky, or someone who rarely gets sad (aside from his moods that are less sad and more discouraged), but I think that almost dehumanizes him. he gets back up faster than most, yes, and at the end of a lost game where everyone is crying, bokuto is dry-eyed. he’s the type to get home and plop down on his bed, face-first into his pillow, lips quivering and eyes lightly watering. there are times where he feels insecure, especially when he’s younger, just because he can tell he’s different from the rest. he has a feeling that people are put-off from his personality, he has a feeling that he’s not as (traditionally/academically) smart as everyone else, he has a feeling that some people find him annoying. that’s why when he’s near his close friends he’s very loose -- he doesn’t feel the need to hold back even a little because he knows that they love him for him. this translates to his toxic trait with his lover being that he feels dejected/insecure if you ever want space. while he can read boundaries, he would really benefit from a lover who has just as few as he, because then he can be his truest self.

love-at-first-sight: he’s not the type to fall in love at one glance, he’s just not. yes, he might get interested or you may catch his attention, but he’s not going to fall in love with someone because they have a pretty smile. it’s not that he’s calculated or over-thinks his emotions, he knows exactly what he feels, it’s just that his heart is a little slow when it comes to falling in love. he’s such an energetic all-over-the-place person that love is never really on his mind (he gets into some trouble with accidentally leading girls on because he’s so friendly). when he eventually falls in love, though....oh boy. he stutters, he’s over-thinking all his movements when it comes to you -- he’s usually impulsive but with you he really, really doesn’t want to screw up. he wants everything to go smoothly -- so he’s the type to plan out a confession and actually try to stick to it. when it comes to something like love, bokuto is surprisingly slow and careful, because he knows how fragile a heart is. 

never gets angry: i think most people like to imagine his anger is so rare because the image of an angry bokuto is scary, especially with his stature. and while it’s true his anger is uncommon (because he’s good at processing his own emotions and not lashing out at others), when he does get angry it can be pretty unnerving. he’s the type to slam his fist on the counter unknowingly when having a really bad fight with his lover, and he has a booming voice. he’d never hit someone, but he doesn’t realize how intimidating his physique is. anger is uncommon, but that doesn’t mean he’s not scary. he always apologize afterwards, though.

boundless confidence: i touched on it earlier, that he has bouts of insecurity, but again, i really want to emphasize that he’s not endlessly confident. honestly, maybe in the anime and manga he seems that way, but if you want to make him more human, have more life than a fictional character, you have to create limits or certain traits. bokuto is very sensitive, and the slightest thing can either inflate his ego or deflate it. plays in volleyball constantly not working may dig at his confidence, but he always re-inflates. in real life, outside the court, there are things that keep his confidence low everytime they happen. fights with his lover are one of these things; he’ll get jealous when they leave the apartment after a fight because he’ll worry about you finding someone more stable than him. jealousy alone is a solid sign of chipped confidence, something that someone as sensitive as bokuto gets every once in a while. 

overall, bokuto is a lot more intelligent than what people give him credit for. he’s honest with his own emotions and can read people very well, which is probably why he’s such a people person, but he still has flaws. he does not have boundless confidence or have no perception of boundaries; he’s unbelievably understanding. he may be initially insecure, have intimidating anger, etc. but ,after all, he’s human, isn’t he? 

kuroo tetsuro. 

sex god: don’t get me wrong, I definitely believe that he’s had a lover or two, especially in college, and that he’s played the field a little bit. but i don’t see him as the guy that has had sex with every person in his major. he’s a genuine guy and can’t have sex with someone he’s not emotionally invested in -- despite not being a ‘player’, he’s totally gotten in trouble with a few people because they think he’s leading them on when he walks with them to class everyday. 

intimidating: people always characterize him as this mysterious, sexually intimidating guy, but i just can’t see him as someone intimidating. if anything, he may be a little unapproachable because he has a really tight knit group of friends that he’s always with, but he’s not scary. he’s not the center of attention but he’s not a wallflower either, he enjoys observing people and watching drama play out, but he’s not silent and glaring all the time. he’s quite fun, he’s loud, and he enjoys embarrassing his friends in public. he’s the type to twerk in public and laugh his ass off when akaashi or kenma give him the side-eye and bro-kuto joins in. he likes to have fun, ya know? i don’t know about you, but a guy that twerks in public isn’t very scary, to me at least. 

prideful: I understand why people paint him as a prideful guy, he obviously likes what he does and has a personable personality, but honestly, he’s not perfect. he often has moments where he doubts himself because of his past decisions, his career one of them. kuroo is an amazing middle blocker, and his choice to go into sports advertisement rather than an actual volleyball league no doubt haunts him at night sometimes. he thinks of the ‘what-ifs’, and he dreams of what he could be. especially since his best friend is bokuto, a professional player, it’s often on his mind. it’s a super touchy subject for him, and if someone were to question his job-choice i have no doubt that he’d get really sour and distant from that person because he’s not sure of himself either. 

frat boy: he’s not someone who can’t cook, he’s not someone who sleeps at 5am everyday, hungover. he’s not the type of person to be immature in any way -- he’s got his shit together. i’m sure most people can actually see this, but kuroo is very responsible and realistic (which is part of the reason he didn’t do professional volleyball). he does his taxes, does his homework, gives out good advice, gets up early and eats everything that a healthy person should eat (in all the right proportions, too). he doesn’t even drink often, if anything he’s just a social drinker. he goes to bed at 10pm and wakes up at 6am to work out, no joke. he’s gotta keep that physique somehow. 

decisive: i know i said he’s responsible, but i don’t think that translates to decisive. i can see him having a lot of conflicting things going on in his life, different wants and different paths that he wants to take but can’t keep all open. it happens in love, his career, his college major, etc. he wants a lot in life, he wants success, happiness, a good love-life, everything. when he had to choose between volleyball and a life-long, stable career, he was broken for weeks. was he good enough for his dream? was it wise to chase his dream? would it be better to get more kids into volleyball, do what he did, what he couldn’t do? in his love life he always hesitates, too: does he see a life with them? how long will they love him? will they be able to deal with him once they see that he’s not perfect? is it worth it? it doesn’t matter if he’s in love or not, because his extreme caution can come off as very distant and unwilling to let you in, hence his toxic trait. he’s indecisive, scared, yet passionate and hard-working. 

overall, kuroo is full of contradiction. he wants a lot from life and is willing to work for it. he has dreams and tries to stay healthy and put himself out there, have fun, the whole shabang -- but he’s not perfect. he’s overly cautious when it comes to making important decisions simply because he can see a future with all of the different paths he can take. but honestly, isn’t everyone a little contradictory? 

[poisoned-peppermint]

Part 4 of incorrect quotes because i feel obligated to make more due to the sheer number of people who liked it

Dream: My dearest beloved fuckos, is a fun, gender-neutral way to begin a speech

George: See also, esteemed bastards

Bad: Gentlefolk, Ferals, and Domesticated cryptids. 

Sapnap: My fellow yees and haws

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Techno:Hey I know skyrim is revered as a classic but are we just going to ignore the fact that the entire game only had like 3 voice actors

Wilbur:Stop right there criminal cum

Techno:My ancestors are smiling at me, bastard, can you say the same

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Foolish:When's your bedtime :)

Purpled: Whenever I next collapse in purely up to the gods

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Ranboo:Human skin is a fursuit for skeletons 

Tubbo: i’m going to debone you like a fucking trout

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Bad:You’re enough

Bad: love yourself!!!!!!! or suffer my wrath!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dream:And by wrath I mean love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Bad:no I mean wrath!!!!! You reading this, if you don't love yourself I’ll beat you with a stick!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Bad:I hope everyone is today well! And tomorrow!!!! After that you’re on your own.

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Bad:what am I supposed to do all day while you’re at work

Skeppy:I don’t know, what do you normally do while I’m gone

Bad: wait for you to get back

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Velvet:For my next stunt, I’ll wake up at 5am on the day I can sleep in

Ant:Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise.

Velvet:Early to bed and early to rise makes me a massive bitch

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Tubbo: 3:23 AM make a wish

Ranboo: I wish that you would go to sleep

Tuddo: Yeah well I wish I grew an inch taller every day as you get an inch shorter until you’re as flat as as a piece of paper and I’m 11 feet tall

Ranboo: You’re going to die of a mixture of skeletal instability and heart disease.

Tubbo: Yeah but I’ll look good while doing it.

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Bad:Disrespect me again and I’ll determine your bodies resonant frequency and play a jaunty horn solo that boils your miserable organs inside out 

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Quackity: If I were dating you?  Well, heh. Let’s just say horses wouldn't be called horses anymore

Karl: hey what the honk does this mean…..I’m shaking what does this mean!

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Skeppy: Are you ok?

Bad wrapped in a burrito blanket drinking his 6th cup of coffee: Yes, this is exactly what mental stability looks like

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Sam: My hands are cold

Ponk: *holds their hands*

Ponk: better?

Sam: My lips are cold too

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George at dream’s funeral: can I have a moment alone with them?

Sapnap: of course *leaves*

George leaning over dream’s casket: Now listen, I know you’re not dead.

Dream: yeah no shit

~~~~~~

Skeppy, jokingly: I should have Bad kill you for that.

Bad, peering around the corner: Who do I need to kill?

Skeppy: Wh- no, I was just kidding around.

Bad, pulling out a switchblade: No, who’s bothering you

~~~~~~

Bad *watching the news*: Some idiot tried to fight a squid at the aquarium.

Skeppy *covered in ink*: Maybe the squirt was being a dick.

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Peacock: *spreads feathers at Bad*

Skeppy: It’s trying to attract a mate

Bad, extremely confused: *shyly lifts top*

Skeppy: No!

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Sapnap: Karl, do you eat olives? My dad wants to know

Karl: No, I hate olives. Olives are the spawn of satan. I hate olives so much my mom forced me to live in Mount olive for the rest of my childhood as a curse from the olive gods. Do you understand how much olives have ruined my life? I'm so offended that you asked me that have some consideration for people who have been abused by olives please!

Sapnap: K A R L ……….they’re just olives!!?

Karl: JUST OLIVES EXCUSE!

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Tommy: If you’re bored you can simply close your eyes and rotate a cow in your mind. It’s free and the cops can’t stop you

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Wilbur: is there anyone even named sheldon irl?

Tubbo: my class turtle from 6th grade :)

Wilbur: that’s a turtle

Tubbo: When god sings with his creations, will a turtle not be part of the choir?

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Ranboo: No bcuz why do ppl like salad?? What’s so good about it

Tubbo: chew leaf like god intended

Ranboo: No

Tubbo: Abandon god and see what he does next time you lift your hands in prayer

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Tommy: Guys, there’s a monster under my bed and it’s really ugly.

Wilbur, on the bottom bunk: Honestly, fuck you.

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Quackity: So according to the cease and desist order I got, apparently you can’t ‘legally’ be a lawyer if your license is ‘cut out of a cereal box’.

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Puffy: If you had too, what would you give up food or sex?

Bad: Sex.

Skeppy: Seriously, answer faster.

Bad: I’m sorry honey, when they said sex I wasn’t thinking about sex with you.

Skeppy: It’s like a giant hug.

Puffy: Ant, what about you? What would you give up sex or food?

Ant: Food.

Puffy: Okay, how about sex or dinosaurs?

Ant: ……...Oh my God it’s like the movie Sophie’s Choice.

Gumi: What about you Velvet? What would you give up sex or food?

Velvet: Oh… um… I don’t know, it’s too hard.

Gumi: No, you gotta pick one.

Velvet: Um, food… no, sex… no, food…sex… food. Ugh! I don’t know! I want both! I- I want Antfrost on bread!

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Tommy, holding a gun: If the conspiracies about life being a simulation are true WHOEVERS CONTROLLING MY SIM I JUST WANNA TALK.

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Bad: Why are you guys acting like this?

Boomer: Oh, we’re not acting. We really are like this.

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Techno: Dream has only knocked me out three times this week. Our friendship is really developing.

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Tommy: You’re pathetic!

Wilbur: You’re pathetic-er!

Techno: You’re both losers.

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Bad: I wish I could help you, but I shorn’t.

Skeppy: Bad, please!

Bad: What part of shorn’t don’t you understand?

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Tubbo: Why did you leave Wrestlemania on for Michal?

Ranboo: They need to learn how to protect us.

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Antfrost: I regret getting dragged into your heterosexual tomfoolery.

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Bad: Strawberry milk doesn’t taste like strawberry OR milk.

Skeppy: Go the fuck to sleep Bad!

Bad: LANGUAGE!!

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Ranboo: Tubbo, please calm down.

Tubbo: I asked for two large fries!

Tubbo: *dumps fries onto table*

Tubbo: But all they did was give me a MILLION FUCKING LITTLE ONES!

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Bad: That was the worst throw ever. Of all time.

Skeppy: Not my fault. Somebody put a wall in the way.

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Wilbur: When you’ve been on the internet for as long as I have, you develop thick skin.

Tommy: Navy blue isn’t your color.

Wilbur: Navy blue brings out my eyes you prick! *Chases after Tommy*

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Bad: *Pulls a glass a water from out of nowhere*

Puffy: Where did you get that?.

Bad: My pocket.

Puffy: How do you keep a glass of water in your pocket?

Bad: Skills.

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Tubbo: I will come to your house after work and knock on your window at 11 AM. You will not open the curtains, knowing full well what awaits you, but the knocking only grows louder, more demanding. Finally it stops, your ears ringing. You nervously let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. You're safe now. Minutes pass by and you start to relax. And then you hear a knock at the front door. Like before, you stay still and clutch the blankets around you. You try to tell your self that it's just your imagination. Maybe the milk man? But why would he come so late? Everyone else was asleep, save for Naomi who was playing video games down stairs. To your relief, the knocking stops after a few. Minutes and you breath easy once more. Until you hear a knock on your bedroom door. You don't move. It's just your imagination. She isn't here. She can't be here. You tell yourself, shutting your eyes and willing yourself to sleep. The knock comes again, but with horror you realize that it came from the closet inside your room. You know that you have no choice. You get up, climbing out of bed with shaking limbs. You walk to the closest, trembling, and holding back the tears threatening to spill over your porcelain cheeks. You hesitate with your hand over the closet handle. Maybe it's just your imagination? She's not really there. You can go to sleep and laugh it off in the morning. Your naive thoughts are cut off by another, more demanding knock on the closet door, inches from your face. You know what you have to do. You open the closet door, and there she stands. Chuck e cheese, the mouse looms over you in the dim light. It's soulless eyes boor into you. It raises its arms, and you flinch as it begins to floss at lightning speed. Tears spill over your cheeks. This is the last thing you'll ever see.

Ranboo: Wait, Chuck e cheese’s pronouns are she/her? Trans Chuck e cheese? Good for her.

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Bad: Would you like something to drink? *They opened the fridge* We have water, milk, juice, spiders, Dr. Pepper-

Quackity: Spiders?

Bad: Spiders it is then.

Quackity: No, that wasn’t-

*But they were already pouring him a brimming glass of spiders…

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Puffy : Make her pussy wet not her eyes.

Velvet : Make his dick hard not his life.

Punz : Break her bed not her heart.

Skeppy : Play with his boobs not his feelings. 

Ant : Get on his dick not his nerves.

Bad : Always salt your pasta while boiling it.

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Wilbur: Bet you can’t eat 15 crayons!

Tommy: Bet you I can!

Phil: *sips coffee, checks to make sure 911 is still on speed dial, and goes back to reading the paper*

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Ant: We need a way to lure in new customers?

Ponk: Maybe we could have some fun, interactive events!

Skeppy: Badboyhalo bath water.

Bad: ABSOLUTELY NOT!

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Fundy: GET BACK HERE YOU DUMB FUCK!

Wilbur: LET ME RUN FROM THE CONSEQUENCES OF MY ACTIONS!

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Bad: Mint is just cold spicy.

Pummel party Squad: …

Gumi: What the actual fuck is wrong with you.

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Quackity: Isn’t it amazing how I can feel so bad and still look so good?

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Tommy: Why does my arm shake and turn bright red when I’m eating dirt?

Phil:

Phil: Why are you eating dirt?

Tommy: Did I ask you if I should eat dirt? No, so answer my question.

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Tubbo: I wish I could control wasps and bees to sting my enemies.

Quackity: You’re too young to have enemies.

Tubbo: You don’t even know.

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Skeppy: Is there a cactus where your heart should be?

Puffy: What’s up your ass this morning!

Bad: *walks in* …Hi!!

Puffy: Hmm… nevermind.

Skeppy: WAIT NO!

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Skeppy: Ha! Don’t you know the trappers trap can trap the trapper?

Skeppy: I must be losing it, I’m quoting Bad.

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Skeppy: Bad, I sense hostility.

Bad: Good, because I hate you

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Bad: Are you a painting?

Skeppy: What-?

Bad: Because I want to pin you to a wall.

Skeppy: OH GOD I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO SAY YOU WANTED TO HANG ME OR SOMETHING-

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Tommy: You’re giving me a sticker?

Phil: Not just a sticker. That is a sticker of a kitty saying “me-wow!”

Tommy: I’m not a preschooler.

Phil: Fine, I’ll take it back-

Tommy: I earned this, back off!

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Dream, sweating: George, there’s something I need to ask you-

George: Finally! You’re proposing!

Dream: How’d you know?

George: Dream, you’ve dropped the ring five times during dinner.

George: I even picked it up once

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*Bad and Skeppy looking at a locked gate into a park*

Bad: Aw. :(

Skeppy: You know what they say.

Bad: Please don’t-

Skeppy: BE GAY DO CRIME! *hops gate*

Bad: Frick-

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let me know if ya’ll want more <3

[miraeluc]

you don’t return from a mission

prompt: “diluc starts to worry when you’ve been gone on a simple mission for more than two days so he decides to look for you himself”

pairing: diluc x gender-neutral! reader

word count: 1,1k

warnings: mention of broken bone?? reader is hurt (not too bad), it’s just cute tbh

genre: angst, fluff

he was worried sick.

it was unlike you to stay overtime on missions - you did your work and left, avoiding unwanted commissions from strangers

after 1 day he wasn’t too worried, maybe you got carried away

after 2 days he was already starting to worry, maybe you went somewhere more far away and are camping there?

you were supposed to go to springvale though

that’s not that far.

after 3 days he was getting physically ill from all the overthinking - he thought every single possibility of what state you may be in right now

he hopes you’re just camping somewhere

he decided he couldn’t wait anymore and decided to go out and look for you himself 

the next morning he awoke at 5am

he couldn’t sleep any longer so he got a backpack with emergency items such as a first aid kit and went on his (not so) merry way

he walked through windrise

just to make sure you weren’t there

sadly you were nowhere to be found 

he sighed and kept walking - now on the way to springvale 

he didn’t want to admit if but he was so terrified of losing you 

you were the first person able to break down his walls in years

the thought of you potentially being in great danger made him automatically increase speed

he walked through the small village

“hey, brook. have you seen y/n around?”

“master diluc? y/n? they came by few hours ago to cook some food! looked pretty... disheveled. they said they were on their way to clear some hilichurl camps.”

diluc cursed under his breath

“did you see what direction they went?”

“took off in dawn winery’ direction-” 

“ok. thanks.” he cut her off

he immediately started walking again, now getting more worried after brook described your appearance as ,,disheveled,, 

when he arrived at dawn winery there was no one outside

that was weird

there’s usually always someone out there

where is everyone????

he obviously tried to go in 

the doors were locked

that’s double-weird 

double-weird until he very clearly heard you grunt in pain in the distance, atleast

what was dangerous enough to make dawn winery shut closed without asking him first?

he didn’t have enough time to ponder over it because he was already sprinting towards the source of sounds coming from you 

his eyes widened and he faltered for a second as soon as he saw you, on the ground in the middle of three cryo abyss mages

he was, for the first time, relieved to be noticed by enemies - the three now floating towards him

he felt his anger picking up when he glanced at you, lying on the ground motionless

so, ya know what he did?

he released intense flames - knocking his opponents shields off, letting his phoenix finish them off 

he sprinted towards you, dropping to his knees and pulling you to rest your head on his lap 

“y/n, hang on for me, alright? don’t close your eyes”

his voice was shaking 

“d-diluc- i can’t-” 

was the only thing you managed to cough out, entrusting him to keep you safe, unable to keep fighting to stay awake, enduring that pain

you woke up to the sound of wood crackling beside you, residing into the warmth it radiated

curse those cryo abyss mages 

you slowly peeled your eyes open, flinching at the sight of barbara and diluc hovering above you 

where were you?

is this.. dawn winery??

what’s barbara doing here,,

you don’t know and you don’t care because you feel yourself getting engulfed by diluc’s arms 

“god, you scared me so much..”

he won’t mention that he cried in front of barbara because he was so worried

that would feed your ego a little too much 

“i’m sorry.. are they gone? i just wanted to defeat them before returning home..”

“they’re long gone..”

he sighed and pulled away from the hug, glancing at barbara who was waiting for your little moment to end before she could speak 

“how did that even happen? you can take down three abyss mages easily!”

“I had cleared three hilichurl camps already and I was weakened - those took me by surprise as I was making my way back”

“you need to be careful next time - i healed you to the best of my abilities, but damage that only time can heal has been left behind. you have a broken rib and you were shivering the entire time while you were out! we warmed you up as best as we could and you should be fine now, but i wouldn’t be surprised if you do catch a cold the next few days..”

she then paused and looked at diluc

“you need to take care of y/n until they get bett-”

“you don’t even need to tell me. i won’t leave y/n out of my sight for now.”

she nodded and stood up

“very well. then, i’ll leave back to mondstadt, i still have work to do.”

without another word she left, which made diluc’s attention go back to you 

he reached his hand out to caress your cheek

“i nearly got sick myself when you didnt return home after 3 days”

you broke out in a little giggle, stopping when your rib started immensely hurting but you then spoke

“oh diluc.. you know i usually take longer because i get carried away.. nonetheless, i’m very thankful that you came to my aid, no one else would have..”

“it makes me want to fire all my employees - they were all ju-”

you cut him off, pulling him down towards you to kiss his lips 

“i’m glad they did, i got to see you fight~”

he scoffed, a smile spreading onto his lips

“seriously? that’s what you’re happy about?”

“well you looked very hot..” you trailed off

he attacked your face with tiny kisses after-

you best believe he didn’t let you out of sight the following weeks

he mostly made you stay in bed

always bringing you tea and left to fetch medicine for you in case of need

he even waited in front of the bathroom door when you needed to use the bathroom 

he even helped you shower 

you don’t express it verbally, but you’re really thankful to have him

no one except him supports and protects you as much as he does

he could literally kill someone for you

(spoiler: he already did.)

he’s your little meanie

did i mention that taking care of you also meant lots and lots of cuddles?

he always says it’s ‘so i can warm you up’

...

you know it’s because deep down he’s still very worried about your well-being

even after you’ve returned to good condition he hesitates to let you go on commissions 

he usually accompanies you, just to make sure

you don’t mind 

going on adventures alone can get boring - so having him by your side makes it all better :)

additional notes: hey there! there’s my second drabble. (truth is, i actually dislike this one lol). to be honest, i got so happy at the positive feedback towards my kaeya drabble, so i’m sorry it took me a while to write another one and it came out short too :( - i was having a little struggle with some writers block lol. nonetheless i hope you enjoyed this!!