#it's MY phone btw i'm not renting it

[wernerherzogs]

You don't pay bills on mobile?? But that's too much effort using your laptop just to pay bills (just curious kasia, i rarely use my laptop these days ����)

i literally use my laptop once-twice a month only, exclusively to pay bills 😭 it's the only thing keeping the laptop alive 😭

[strawbnuy]

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[xxxanteaterxxx]

Roommates AU

roommate!remuslupin x fem!reader

CW: swearing, thats about it really.

lemme know what you thinkkkkk part 2

this is totally inspired by @moonstruckme btw

"So, do you have anything specific that you're looking for mate?" James asked, staring down out his laptop. Remus sighed; he had been looking for an apartment for weeks, but nothing had turned up in the area he was interested in.

"Honestly, anywhere would work at this point." Remus was looking at his own laptop, scrolling through all of the postings he could find. Nothing was available through, and Remus was about to be homeless.

He couldn't afford to keep living in his current flat, not since his roommate had decided to move back home. Remus had been stressing over this for months now, ever since his roommate had told him the news.

"How do you feel about a roommate bud?" Sirius asked suddenly, sitting up from where he had been laying down and scrolling on his phone. He stretched his arm out towards Remus, waving his phone around.

Remus snatched it and took a look at the posting Sirius was looking at.

"Two bedroom and one bath apartment. Looking for a roommate ASAP. Rent is $500 a month (utilities included). Message me for more information. :)"

There were pictures underneath the post. Remus clicked on the first one. It looked nice enough to him. He forwarded the post to himself before he messaged about it.

"I'm gonna send a message, see if I can schedule a walk through." Remus sighed as he tossed the phone back to Sirius, who seemed highly impressed at his find. He picked up his own phone and found the post.

He clicked the message icon at the bottom of the post.

`Hey, I saw your post about looking for a roommate. Is the room still available? Could I maybe come by for a tour soon? `

He sent the message before setting his phone to the side and continuing the search. Not expecting to receive a response for a while.

Not even two minutes later his phone buzzed. He grabbed it and sat up when he saw the response.

`Would today work? Maybe around 12? `

Remus was quick to respond.

`Yes, 12 works great!`

Then he followed it up with another.

`Can I bring some friends?`

The reply came just as fast.

'Yes, I'll see you then!'

Remus stood up, a large smile growing on his face. To say he was relieved was the understatement of the year. He looked at his friends.

"I've got a tour scheduled at 12 today, you guys wanna come?" He questioned. He really hoped they would, what if you were a serial killer and the post was only a ploy to draw unsuspecting victims in.

"Course mate! Its 10 now, what if we head out and find some food around that area?" James asked, causing Sirius to jump up quickly.

"Let me grab my shoes!" He called as he raced down the hall to his room. Remus shook his head and gathered his belongings.

It was right around 12 when there was a knock at your apartment door. Abandoning the cookies you were making, you raced over to the door. You had almost made it too, but the fuzzy socks adorning your feet caused you to fall.

You groaned as you pushed yourself up and yanked the door open with a large smile on your face. It dropped slightly when you realized that it was men on the other side.

"Hi! I'm Remus, we're uh here for the apartment tour?" There were three guys standing outside. The tallest of them was the one who had spoken. You nodded and opened the door wider for them to enter.

"I'm Y/N! I'm sorry about the mess..." You gestured around the living room. "It's my day off and I've been bingeing some shows." You kept a smile on your face as one of the other boys chuckled.

"So, let's get on with the tour!" You clapped your hands together. "I'll show you around and then let you guys look around by yourselves, yeah?" Receiving nods, you turned around and began the speech you had practiced in the mirror when you and received the message.

"Obviously this is the living room..." You mumbled and then walked towards the kitchen. Before entering you turned around. "Warning, I'm making cookies right now, so the kitchen is a bit of a mess."

You entered and they filed in after you, looking around and nodding to themselves. "Cookies anyone?" You asked as you grabbed the plate of the ones that were ready. They each reached out and grabbed one.

"These are amazing." You heard someone moan.

Moving on you began to lead them upstairs. "Right there is the bathroom and right here is my room and right here is the other room!" You said walking quickly down the hall and pointing things out as you did so. You turned around to face the three. "Any questions?"

No one answered and so you nodded. "Smashing, have a look around. I'll be in the kitchen if you need me!" And with that, you were darting back downstairs just as the alarm for your second round of cookies beeped.

Sirius was staring after you like you were the love of his life. His mouth hung open and his eyes were wide. James cleared his throat while looking at his best friend and roommate in amusement. Sirius shook his head and turned to look at Remus.

"Well, if you don't want to live here, I sure fucking do." He said before he walked past Remus and into the room you had said was the available one.

It was a nice sized bedroom with a window and a very large closet. Remus was quite impressed with it actually and you seemed nice enough.

He could definitely see himself living here, even if it was with a total stranger. He walked back out into the hall, heading for the bathroom to have a look in there.

You seemed pretty neat; all of your stuff was kept on a shelf and in a couple of drawers. Remus noticed how big the bathtub was, and he sighed at the thought of a nice bath.

As he walked further down the hall, he realized that your door was open, and he had to fight the urge to take a look around. He turned to walk back to the room that would be his so that he could ask James what he thought but his two friends were gone.

He listened for a second as he heard talking coming from downstairs. He turned and made his way towards the stairs. As he made it down and saw that no one was in the living room, he headed for the kitchen next. There he saw James and Sirius sat at the table while you danced around the kitchen cleaning things up.

"These are delicious, by the way." James spoke after chewing what looked to be one of the cookies you had made. You turned from the sink to grin at him. When you saw Remus, you smiled and wiped your hands on the towel thrown over your shoulder.

"So, what did you think?" You smiled at him this time, your question had alerted the other two to his presence. Sirius answered before Remus himself could.

"Well, if he doesn't want it, I fucking do!" He spoke loudly causing James to look at him.

"And what about our fucking apartment?" James asked incredulously, looking at his friend as if he had just stabbed him. You paid them no mind as you looked at Remus for an answer.

"I'll take it. When's the soonest I can move in?" Your shoulders sagging in relief at his answer.

"Oh, thank fuck, no one else has responded and the last chap I had look around gave me the Heeby jeebies." You paused, blowing a strand of hair from your face as you thought about it. "How about as soon as bloody possible eh? That work for you?"

Remus nodded and a brilliant smile formed on your face.

"Great, let me fetch the lease agreement."

[little-annie]

NSFW STEDDIE & STOBIN TEXT CHAIN

Steve normal text. Robin’s Bold. Eddie's Italicized Bold

---

___Bird Brain___

Rob

Bobby

Bobin

What? Im literally right next to you

And were at work Dingus get off of your phone.

No.

I'm. Uh.

?

You know the shop across the street???

?

The mecanic

Mecanic

Fuck

Mechanic

Okay.

They have a new guy

Okay.

And?

Gay.

Literally, what?

I think I'm gay.

Steve

Cuz like he's just so pretty

Steven

And that Haut

Stephanie

Hair

Hey whore

Wut

Bathroom talk. Now.

Were working.

You and I both know no one rents movies on a Tuesday at 10am

Bathroom.

Now.

To the porcelain thrown

You know sometimes I forget youre an idiot 20 something

then you go and say shit like that

…

Bitch.

Whore.

---

How do I tell if a mans gay or whatever its is that I am,

,

Fuck

?

Bi schedule

Bi sexual

Ducking auto correct

Babe. I hate to break it to you but your auto correct is as dyslexic as you are. You basically train it

I-

Huh.

Well ghen.

Anywho.

Gay.

Whats he wear? Any piercings? Tattoos? Whats his hair like?

Oh! This is important. DOES. HE. HAVE. A. HANKY. IN. A. BACK. POCKET???

black overalls and a black shirt. Lots. I think. His ears literally look shiny from across the street. Lots of tattoos too.

And yes??? What's that have to do with anything? My papa had a hanky and I'm pretty she he wasn't gay

He probably was. Being Bisexual is genetic.

Actually?

No Dingus.

But like the man was in the navy? Right?

Ya

Gay.

Stfu

ANYWAY

HANKY.

YES.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

FUCK YEAH.

WHATS IT LOOK LIKE AND WHAT POCKET?

???

it's black

Oh hes kinky

What side pocket

It switches.

I bet it does

Gay.

That is a gay man Steven.

Go get your dick sucked or your booty bumped or whatever it is the kids are doing these days.

Eating ass

EXCUSE

yeah. It's a thing.

:0

Robin you literally munch so much carpet. whats the difference if its the rug at the back door.

Never.

Ever.

Say.

That.

Again.

Bubble bath privileges revoked.

You whore.

---

The bath is sad with no bubbles Bob.

Make your own.

…

Okay. Ew. Stop. Stink ass. I can hear you. And the neighbors probably can too.

Are you sorry?

Not really.

Well pretend to be.

Kay.

IM SO SORRY

…

:’(

better

Your bubble bath is under the sink

:D

---

Eddie

Wut.

Thats your new lovers name.

WUT

ROBIN.

WHAT DID YOU DO.

---

*1 new message* Hi -the weirdo with long hair who works across the street (Eddie)

---

I hate you

BTW babe you have a date on Tuesday

ROBIN IT IS TUESDAY

oh ya.

Well you have a date today gay boy

…

I need to leave

The fuck you do

Yeah. I fucking do.

I need to shower

And shave

And

I dont know

What do you do before a gay date

Prep?

For what?

Oh honey

---

Should this hurt?

8⁰

Don't tell me

Are u?

Yes.

Shut up.

…

Does it hurt

Like.

Kinda?

Lube. Oh my god. LUBE. Steve I swear to Dolly, if youre prepping your fucking asshole right now, IN THE FUCKING WORK BATHROOM

I

WILL

END

YOU

:*

Youre a whore. Oh my god.

STEVEN I CAN HEAR YOU.

STOP.

This is nice.

Why havent I done this before.

Where's the protest

Prostate

Rob?

Brain me. Educate me please.

…

Nvm

Oh fuck

Found it

Definitely found it

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

like good for you babe. I love you and support you but OH MY GOD YOU WHORE GET YOUR FINGERS OUT OF YOUR ASS WERE AT WORK.

…

You really think Id do that

Obviously

Im fucking with you

Im just googling shit and well taking a shit.

Fuck you

Love you

---

*2 New messages.* um. So. Im Eddie. Your coworker. Robin? Gave me your number and said we're going out tonight???

---

Dingus have you answered your husband yet

FUCK. NO. WHAT DO I SAY.

well you could send him a picture of your ass

Or your tits

Or your weeeen

Or all of the above

Like a package deal

Hehe. Package.

Robin.

Ugh. Wut.

Be serious.

Fiiiiine. Introduce yourself. Tell him youre excited for tonight. Make a plan for your date. (Other than the reservation I booked you at Enzos) and then tell him you thi know hes pretty and you want to have his babys.

He is pretty.

And like. Id definitely let him try to get me pregnant

ANSWER HIM.

FINE.

---

___Future Husband___

um. Hi. First of all I'm so sorry for my friend. She likes to get her nose into my business. Second.

…

Ithinkyourereallyprettyandimexcitedfortonight.

At the risk of being too forward. I like literally saw you my first day at the shop and have wanted to talk to you since. Cuz. Yeah. Pretty doesnt even begin to explain what you are. Like. Bro. Have my babies.

FUCK

I CANT BELIEVE I SAID THAT

disregard the baby thing

I dont know about getting pregnant. But Im up for practice.

Like.

If you are???

8⁰

… like

Now?

My breaks in 20

Fuck

Really?

Meet me at the van across the street

:*

---

___Bird Brain___

STEVE

STEVEN

YOU WHORE

ARE YOU GETTING YOUR BACKDOOR RUG MUNCHED ???

OMG

YOU ARE

THE VAN ACROSS THE STREET IS SHAKING

AND ID BET YOUR LEFT NUT THAT YOURE IN IT

…

GET IT I GUESS BABE

DONT GET PREGNANT

OR DO

YOU DO YOU BOO

…

youre on your own for the rest of the day Birdie

And where the fuck do you think youre going

Eddies

…

Boo you whore

But like. Get it babe.

But I also hate you.

I dont want to work in this shithole alone

Steven

Answer me

Hi Robin

This is Eddie

On Steves phone

Steve's a little… preoccupied

OH MY GOD

WHAT HAVE I DONE

YOU TWO ARE GOING TO BE DISGUSTING

BUT BRO. ILL END YOU IF YOU BREAK HIS HEART

STRAIGHT UP DIG YOU A GRAVE IN THE DITCH AND BURN OFF YOUR FINGERPRINTS AND BREAK YOUR TEETH SO NO ONE CAN IDENTIFY YOUR BODY.

COLD CASE BRO

what would you do about my tattoos

Fuck you

Sorry. Positions taken.

Id burn your whole body. No skin = no tattoos

I like the way you think

But in all seriousness

Mmmm imma gonna marry this boy

Hopefully before the end of the week

Fuck yeah

I call best man

[webslingingslasher]

can you please give us something angsty between ethan and trouble? like how ethan texts her and she ignores the messages during the breakup. or when they run into each other in the cafeteria and trouble pretends he’s not there and walks away despite he’s calling out her name. the way trouble no longer crochets because that was her thing with ethan and it feels strange to pick up the needles and it makes her miss him.

*cleaning out my drafts!*

ethan is peter's best friend and by default, he owes you nothing.

you were a friend for the moment but once you and peter ended, so did the alliship. ethan didn't get that in the memo, but he's never made a friend through peter and lost her through him too. he keeps thinking everything is normal, like there isn't a giant peter shaped hole in the fence.

'hey, so i was thinking we could have a little study sesh at the library?'

'i'll rent out a room. and it would be just us.'

'obv.'

you miss him too sometimes. but he chose peter by default and you don't condemn him one bit for it, ally did the same with you. peter was ethan's friend first, so he should still be one when you walked away.

peter doesn't talk to ally anymore either. both friends became constant reminders of what you had and lost.

it might be a text message but you can hear ethan's voice in your head, he sounds defeated.

'i'm guessing that's a no.' you never open them but he knows you read them. it doesn't surprise ethan, you've ignored him since you dumped peter. he just never expected to be dumped too.

'i miss you.'

'i just wanna hang out with you again.'

'and if you don't want him around either that's fine with me.'

'i'll fly you somewhere in my private jet.'

'damn it. i was really hoping for a "you have a private jet???" response.'

'it's a yes btw. just because i know you're curious.'

'well, actually, it's my parents but you always say that's the same thing.'

you watch each notification appear and disappear. your teeth dig into your bottom lip to stop a smile, you can't go backwards. if you're around ethan it leads to peter and you can't do that.

ethan didn't realize there might be a reason why you haven't been texting him back, but he does now. what if you weren't replying because you weren't seeing them? he thought you were just ignoring him but it's been weeks of silence.

'did you block me too?'

he hopes not. he really, really hopes not. ethan knows why you pushed him away, he's just upset that he didn't get a say in it. ethan's never been able to tell you how sorry he is on behalf of his best friend and how he doesn't want to lose you over his idiocy.

you frown at the message, restraining your impulse to text him back, you hold your breath and wait for another message.

it comes two minutes later and your entire heart shatters.

'crochet buddy?'

you haven't been able to look at your basket of hooks and yarn, it feels wrong to finish your pig. you told ethan you kept messing up on the ears and he said he'd do them for you. he never got the chance. you wonder if he finished his lizard tail.

your thumbs move before your mind can stop you, not that it would. you had to tell him the truth, you can't have him wallow and sulk over you.

peter might deserve it but ethan doesn't.

'it would surprise me if you didn't have a private jet.'

'hey!!!!!!!!'

'don't leave yet pls.'

'let me take you out to lunch. we can go to the village or brooklyn.'

'i promise he won't find out.'

'please?'

'i miss my buddy.'

you think it's almost as painful as splitting from peter. ethan is peter's best friend and you can't get in the middle of that. it'll hurt peter just as bad and while part of you wants him to be hurt over you, you don't want to use ethan as the pawn to do it.

you back out of the conversation, lock your phone, set it down, and grab your unfinished pig before curling up with him for a nap.

---

ethan doesn't eat in kayte hall. you know he doesn't eat in kayte hall because you ate in cathedral hall with the sig nu frat.

used to.

you switched to kayte hall two weeks ago, it was an extra five minute walk but it was done with the purpose to avoid situations like this.

you try to move discreetly, it doesn't matter, he clocked you the second you sat down. you can't abandon ship, he's sliding in the seat across from you.

'you're avoiding me and i really hate it. you made me stoop so low i had to get a pledge to track you down for me.'

you're not going to give him the silent treatment, that would be plain rude.

'are you admitting to stalking me?'

'i'm admitting that i instructed someone to stalk you. are you flattered? you should be.'

'why aren't you at cathedral?'

'because you don't eat there anymore, duh. can i have a grape?' you hesitate before sliding your tray halfway up the table, he takes three.

you listen to the purple crush between his teeth, ethan looks a bit more serious after he swallows. you look at your cup, his stare makes you feel guilty.

'look, let me get this out of the way now so we don't have to talk about it again. i don't know all the details, park- peter hasn't really opened up to me about it.'

you swallow tightly, this is exactly what you didn't want to happen.

'from what i know- or pieced together, he disappointed me too. i'm sorry for whatever he did and i'm sorry it hurt you enough that i was caught in the crossfire, but between us, when i'm with you, he doesn't exist. this is the last time i'll ever talk about him, i'll offer you the same courtesy and we won't bring it up again.'

ethan's saying all the right things, you softly shrug. 'what's the courtesy?'

'you can ask me about him if you want to. it'll stay between us, i promise.'

the peter floodgates burst open, you'd done your best to push him from your mind but now you have the opportunity to indulge. you nibble at your bottom lip before looking up at him. ethan's smile is gentle, he's trying so hard for you.

'how is he doing?' from the little rumors you've heard it doesn't seem too good and the harsh bruise splattered across his jawline last week didn't do him any favors.

'um,' his smile tweaked, it's worse than you thought. you know it's bad because ethan's trying to find a way to be honest but not worry you. 'he's okay.'

'please be honest.' you know you ended it, you know it's real this time and you know part of you wants to hate him but if he's really down bad, you might have to give him a visit. ethan takes a deep breath and leans in closer to the table.

'yeah, he um, he kind of tanked. he's not himself right now. he's skipping chapter meetings, he's missing classes and if he's home, he's barricaded in his room or drinking.' your heart sinks, you're not hungry anymore.

'does he miss me?' you almost feel embarrassed to ask. ethan doesn't find the question pitiful, he's just glad you're talking to him. 'bad.'

it's brutal on your end too, but he sounds worse than you. at least you can get through the emotions of your day to day. you wish you could say you won the breakup but there's no winning.

'has he...'

you don't want to know the answer. you don't want to know the answer. you don't want to know the answer.

you still ask it. 'has he hooked up with anyone else?'

'no.' you believe him because he said it quick and with certainty. you nod slowly, it was the answer you wanted but it still didn't feel good.

'is he still going to the parties?' ethan shakes his head, 'i haven't seen him at any.'

'but he still has you, right?' if you didn't have a small support system you would've lost it ten times over by now. peter doesn't have a whole lot but one ethan overpowers ten mediocre friends.

'i asked if he wanted to talk about it, he said not really, i told him i was there for him and he said thanks. there really hasn't been much else, he's just been really quiet.'

ethan is all peter has, you can't rip that away from him. it would be evil to pollute the one thing he still had, you walked away from him and you shouldn't take his friend with you. plus... how could you move on if you have the peter encyclopedia at your fingertips?

'at least he's not crying.' you end it with a half laugh, half hum. it's sad all around and you're trying to lighten the mood, ethan avoids eye contact and your palms rest on the table.

'ethan.'

ethan's not sure if he is or not. he hasn't heard him but there are some days peter would shuffle out from his room for a water or snack and his eyes were a little red. there was evidence of crying but no tears, so he can't say with certainty but he knows.

'i don't know.'

it made up your mind. you can't do this to peter, you can't sneak around with his friend when he's still trying to mend what went down. you grieved the end of your relationship when you were with him, calling it quits was hard and it still is, but you were prepared. peter was caught off guard and he's still analyzing everything that went down, you know he is.

'so... are we cool?'

'of course we are, you were never a problem, ethan.' he looks relieved, releasing a sharp sigh he rests his hand over his heart and smiles brightly. 'oh thank god, i really missed you. so, are we done with the peter talk? are we ready to schedule our next crochet date?'

oh. he must've misunderstood you.

'no, we're not... we're not hanging out ethan, i just wanted you to know i didn't have any bad blood against you.'

ethan's not a mean person and you've never seen him mad at someone but he's hurt and his arms cross over his chest with a sneer.

'why am i being punished for what he did?'

'you're his best friend, ethan.' it's a statement and fact. it also has everything to do with you ghosting him. 'you were my friend too.' it's a raw confession, you can't look at him when he's this sad.

'i know i was. you were mine too, you still are. it's just different now and i'm not saying we can't be friends, but i think it would be better for everyone if we just took a break from each other right now.'

'it's not better for me. everything is weird right now, my best friend is a shell of the person he used to be and my other one pushed me so far away i was convinced she forgot about me.'

'it feels like i'm being iced out from all sides.' he's much sadder when he adds that on. you feel for him and you hate that you're part of the reason he feels excluded.

'i'm really sorry you feel like that, ethan. i promise it won't be forever, but i have my mind made up and no matter how many times you say please, it won't change.'

you're not sure if things between you became really quiet or if the dining hall doubled in sound. ethan's trying to come up with the right combination of words but nothing's good enough to make you come around on the idea.

If please doesn't work, he might have to force you.

'okay. i'll stop asking you to hang out with me.' he sounds fine with it, you're a little suspicious but he might've just wanted to talk to you, even if it was a formal goodbye.

'but i should go now.' ethan pushes against the edge of the table to slide out from his chair. his words are short but his tone is happy, you stare at him extra hard before nodding.

'i'll see you around?'

ethan sends a wink your way, 'see you later.'

---

the contents of your backpack are all over your bed, your phone nowhere to be found. you retrace your previous steps, you had it at lunch and you swore it was in your outer pocket at the library but after that it's blank.

it was either lost or stolen. your entire life was on it, you don't even have a way of telling everyone you lost it. you recheck your bag two more times even after holding it upside down, then fill it back up while giving yourself pity.

you wallow in it for ten minutes, not even a minute after that your roommate rushes in the door with her own phone held out. 'it's ethan.' you reach for it without thinking but pause before you can fully grab it, ally shakes it towards you. 'he said he has your phone?'

ally's unaware of what's happening and is being as helpful as she could but all you're thinking about is when and how he took it. you press her phone to your ear and ask him where your phone is, he plays dumb.

'i'm not fucking around, ethan. this isn't funny, i need my phone.'

'you left it behind at butler, it's a good thing my pledge found it for you.'

there was absolutely no chance of you leaving it, you clench your jaw and try to restrain yourself from throwing a million mean chirps. he sent someone to rob you.

'you stole my phone? why the fuck would you steal my phone?'

'oh, i didn't steal anything. you should be thankful one of our guys found it.'

'found it in my backpack?'

'did he? hm, interesting. but, hey! it's here and it's safe.'

'great, bring it to me.'

there's a pause on the other line, ethan sucks air in through his teeth. 'sorry, no can do, buddy. looks like you'll have to come get it.' your mouth parts in shock, that was the plan? forcing your hand to hang out with him?

'absolutely not. just meet me at kayte.'

'another no go, my friend. i'm stuck here and so is your phone.'

'you're not stuck anywhere, except in a house with my ex.'

'he's not here.'

'i don't believe you.'

you can picture ethan holding his phone into open air, he sounds far away when he calls out 'parker!' there's a solid ten second gap before he sounds crystal clear again. 'see? no threats.'

'ethan, please.'

'just come over, i promise it'll be fun.'

your eyebrows furrow, he thinks it's a game. 'no, nothing will be fun. this will be a business transaction and i'll be out of there in ten seconds.'

'so it's a yes? you're coming over?' if ethan had a tail, he would be wagging it. his plan worked and you're falling right into his hand. if it was anything else, you'd say fuck it and move on. but ethan took the one thing he can hold over your head and you both know it.

'i don't know how, but this is a rich asshole thing and you're being one.'

ethan ignores you. 'make sure to bring your crochet hooks!'

'i'm not doing that.'

'that's okay! i have a bunch of extras.'

'i mean it, ethan. i'm not hanging around!'

'what's that? sorry, you're breaking up on me. we should finish this conversation in person... okay, bye!'

the call disconnects suddenly. you stare at the black screen and take a deep breath to secure your thoughts before making a trek across campus.

---

'give me my phone.'

ethan ignores you and points to his bedside table, there's two waters and an entire box of grocery store cookies. 'here, come have a snack.' he drops his crochet tub on the edge of his bed. 'i got some new yarn, look at how soft it is.'

everything about it was a ruse.

'im serious, ethan. give me my phone.' he sighs and gestures to his desk, he keeps pulling out hooks. 'it's on my desk.' you search the surface, it's extremely tidy with no hiding place.

'no it's not. where is it?'

'hm... i must've misplaced it. i'll help you look in a second.'

if ethan wants to play dirty, you have no issue getting in the mud. you grab a small succulent from his windowsill and raise it next to your head.

'give me my phone, ethan.'

you're fighting fire with fire, ethan eyes his plant in your hold but keeps a straight face. 'i forgot where i put it.' if that's how he wants to act, you have no choice but to follow through on your actions.

you drop the mini cactus, the pot shatters into a dozen pieces and soil spatters around the floor. ethan falls to his knees and screams 'no!' at the plant guts covering the ground.

'she was a kid, you monster! she did nothing to you!'

you grab the matching pot that was next to it. 'give me my phone or the sister gets it.'

'i refuse to negotiate with a terrorist!' you're breaking him, you can see he's hesitant to refuse your compromise. 'i'm sorry you feel that way.'

the clay pot falls just as quick, it lies in a broken heap next to it's twin. ethan acts like he's been shot, a throaty yelp was produced while he delicately held the cacti in his hands.

the plants were fine, all you did was bust the pots. and while breaking personal property was a bar too low for you, you know he has at least a dozen more just like it in his closet.

you look up at his door to watch it crack open, it's a swift movement but it feels like everything is moving in slow motion. you try to back up as quick as you can but you're cemented to the floor and all you can do is stare at the face coming through the door.

'what the hell is... hey.'

you swallow hard, he looks how ethan said. just a shell of what he once was. all you can stare at is the purple bruise on his cheekbone, your heart pangs when it's reminded it's not your job to care about it anymore.

you point at ethan who suddenly is really quiet.

'he stole my phone.'

peter nods slowly before peering down at the mess around your shoes. 'did he give it back?' you shake your head, you feel like a tattle tail, especially when peter looks down at ethan and tells him to give your phone back.

ethan pulls it out of his pocket and hands it right over, your jaw drops and you frown heavily at him. 'you do it when he asks but not me?'

'he'll beat me up, you'll just unhouse my plants.'

'peter would never beat you up.' therefore, his excuse is pointless. ethan disagrees, his eyebrows almost hit his hairline with how confident you are. 'over you? he'd fucking kill me.'

you wait for peter to tag in, you know something is brewing in his mind. something like 'damn right i would,' and you'd follow up with something about how he's actually a big baby and he'd say something like 'only for you' and you'd... but that's not real life anymore and he stays silent.

he's probably confused and a little hurt you're hidden away in ethan's room, you feel the need to apologize even though you're not sure why you're sorry.

'i'm sorry, peter. i tried telling ethan that we should take a break on our friendship but he won't let it go.' you threw him under the bus in a second and you don't care, from the looks of it neither does ethan.

'you can be friends with ethan. you should be friends with ethan.' it's the first time actually talking with him since the break up and it feels weird, he's too formal. he's being kind and reserved, he's pliant and you need some bounce back to feel normal.

'you always said i needed to unfriend him when we were together.' you might've tossed a taunt at him, you wanted a reaction. you wanted your peter and throwing the break up in his face might do it.

it works, his eyebrows furrow while his stature hardens. 'i said a lot of shit i didn't mean when we were together, trouble.' you point at him, your tone ice cold. 'don't.' you refuse to acknowledge the small spread of warmth at the nickname.

'you like ethan, ethan likes you. you guys are good friends, why should i fuck that up? i ruined enough shit for you. the least i could do is give you ethan.'

ethan could speak up to make a joke about how it's like he's a child of divorce or that he's a person, not a piece of property but it feels like you're both having a moment that needs to happen. even if there was a weird energy he was picking up on.

your eyes narrow, he's doing this for reasons beyond being a good person. you know him well enough to know that he has something up his sleeve.

'i can think of something else i'd rather you give me.'

you can see the heat brewing behind his eyes, you got him right where you want him. peter uses his serious voice, the one he uses instead of raising his voice but still demands your attention.

'we're not talking about this here.'

those two sentences just told ethan that whatever you were insinuating was what ended the relationship and peter's very upset stance solidifies his opinion.

'oh, trust me. you're not talking about it at all.'

'we're not unpacking this in front of ethan. i'm on my way out anyway, hang out with your friend.' peter tries to step past you but you circle around to step up with him and block his exit, his chest brushes yours for a second and it takes everything in you not to wrap your arms around him and sink your face into the body you once found homely.

'liar.' he doesn't want you to hang around and he wasn't leaving. you're met with a heavy sigh. 'yeah, probably.' you can't stop yourself, you lightly poke his chest and peter's head drops so he can watch your hold stick longer than it should've.

'be honest.'

'you might be ready to cut the cord but i'm not.' he'd rather keep you in his life as a tie through ethan no matter how sore it was. if you had ethan you'd never fully lose him and that kind of promise is the only thing he wants right now.

'neither am i.'

peter stares at ethan, 'shut up.' he's shunned into silence. you're starting to understand why peter said he wasn't going to unpack anything here, you look down at your hands and play with a ring on your finger.

you think peter wants to talk about it civilly but you don't think either of you are ready to do it yet without hurting either person's feelings even more than they already are.

but having ethan around is a nice way to keep peter close without damaging your healing.

'okay.' you take a deep breath and glance at ethan, who's still pouting on the floor keeping his eye line from peter. 'i guess we can hang out.' he lights up in a second, looking between you and peter in case either one of you vetoes it.

neither of you do.

'sweet! i have to repot these but i have some new templets in my basket, so if you want to pick one out and start i'll just catch up later.' you nervously look towards peter and immediately dart away when you make eye contact.

turning your back on him slightly, you feel a little better. there's something about him that makes you feel jittery, like when you were the first couple times you met up with him alone.

'i don't think being here is a good idea, maybe we should just stick to my dorm?'

'why? parker said he was fine with us hanging out.'

'because maybe parker was being nice and doesn't actually want to see me here?'

peter can speak for himself, and he'll use the correct name. in case you forgot. 'peter, is just fine with you being here. the only sucky part is knowing you hate me.'

you think he might be baiting you now but you can't help but set the record straight. 'okay, hold on now.' you speak very clearly towards him, you're not about to let him twist your words.

'i am a hundred different emotions towards you right now but i don't hate you. i think you know that, parker.'

'okay,' it's full of sarcasm. 'you have a goodnight, trouble. i'll see you later.' you bite your tongue and let him leave, if you didn't, you'd be making subtle shots at each other all night.

'your best friend is a dick.' the second you're alone. ethan shrugs, 'you were into that at one point.'

'no, no. if we're going to be friends you only ever sympathize with me about him, you're not allowed to bring up anything i did in the relationship.'

ethan has a pile of soil and a pile of shattered clay, you feel obligated to help him clean up. 'and for clarification, i'm supposed to sympathize with your ex boy toy when i'm with him?'

'absolutely not. you're on team me at all times. shame him if you have to.' the broken pieces land in his desk trash can. 'is this where i have to remind you he'd kick my ass?'

oh, you missed and loathe this so much.

'you're so whiny, clean quieter.'

'is it too late for you to ghost me again?'

'that's it. clean up your own mess, i'm going to make a crochet snake and not because it's the easiest but because that's how you're acting.'

ethan snorts and nods towards his wicked wicker basket of yarn, you're already eyeing different greens. 'be sure to make one for my twin next door.'

you do.

you leave it outside peter's door and while ethan never confirmed it, he knows you're the one who made it.

and it sleeps on his nightstand next to him every night. 

[dr-lurker]

I'm really sick right now and cannot sleep. It's the dead of the night. My phone is dying. So fuck it. Here you go, Feather Outfit Chase in Dreams by Night appreciation because it's been living in my head rent free ever since I've seen it the first time:

He's so magical girl coded here, love it. I only realized the top half resembles Nox's in the Sick Day arc after somebody pointed it out in the webtoon comments.

Angel motif for Chase, my beloved...

Also, I was re-reading this episode after the big reveal in the finale and I realized that I hadn't noticed that in this look he was wearing what seems like white eyeshadow. Don't bully me, I wear glasses and I can't see shit. Also I have a shitty attention span.

Look how pretty he looks!

His lips and chest also have that slight white cast over them, but I'm going to convince myself that's just shading and the one on his eyelids isn't. Because brown eyes with white eyeshadow is really important to me.

At last I want everybody to stare at my all time favorite outfit on him, because we've seen him in it for like, two seconds, but I love it too much and cannot get my eyes off him:

I know, I know. It's probably one of his simpler outfits but I love that sort of muted shade of pink on him a whole lot. The yellow details and lowkey cream shirt underneath seem so natural on him. Idk if my love for this look is also given by the fact that when he's blushing and his eyes are so wide he looks so sweet. He's my son.

Also, shoutout to the fit he sports in Requiem of Blood and Moonlight. I feel like that's a really beloved arc tho, so I'm not going to put any images of it here.

Ha, ha. Kidding. Let's reminisce together.

I reached the conclusion that I just happen to like him best when his outfits are pretty, relatively simple and in more muted colors. Basic bitch behavior? Yes. Let's move on.

Look at it!! The flower embellishments on the bodice and the boots... the pale yellow... also I think he looks really pretty in chokers, are you kidding me. Hope he wears them again, sometime.

And a shoutout also goes out to the angel motif coming back in this arc. Angel motif I love you soooo much. It appears in my playlist for them, too.

Btw I was checking webtoon to search for the pink outfit again and I realized that the dating sim updated. I'm going to read it. (Jesus please let me fall sleep)

[ruthlessness69]

MY GUY, DUDE, PERSON...... I CRAVE YOUR ODYSEIDON FAN FIC SO MUCH ONE OF THE BEST I HAVE LITERALLY EVER READ IN MY LIFE. I NEED MORE PLEASE!!! the way you potrayed the 2 of them is so beautiful. you get a gold star please keep it up as i wait almost impationtly for the next chaper! also the way hermes is like, soooo~ you have a crush on little Ody huh? just *squeals in happiness* just curious btw hw often to you post on your fanfic? is there a particualr schedule you stick to or is it all aauyukstkwqtytkg3afugnks 25/8?

Oh hiii, thank you for your kind words, I do need this lately 🙏🩵

Well, I post as soon as chapters are ready and I'm satisfied with them, hehe. Sometimes I'm waiting for two or even three chapters to be done at once (in the original language) cause I want to be sure the plot is going in the direction I want it to, since it's pretty important for that fic (for me personally). So there's no actual schedule, I'm just writing whenever I have a chance (and I'm quite busy, but this fic always makes me put everything aside once the inspiration strikes me). Also I'm writing it in Russian, then I translate it, then I beta-read it on my own, then my beta-readers help me out with corrections and additions etc. There's a lot of work 🥲

Okay, ya know, I couldn't resist making a silly comic about the writing process as it goes in my head xD ((Poseidon and Ody just live in my mind rent-free. Imagine them writing it all together))

I personally do not write on my laptop since I do not have my own, I'm doing everything on my phone 🙂

[court-jobi]

i was just (re)reading your "reheat" oneshot and one part that stood out to me was izuku apparently "making a show" of him rolling up his shirt sleeves because reader finds it attractive. but my question is how did he find that out???????? did reader tell him that they find it to be alluring??? i need answers (just please dont do it nsfw, i'm not really into it lol) 👀👀

(btw i love your writing<3)

Ahhhh I'm SO glad someone caught this! I'm a sucker for the little details, and you found one of my favorites 🥰🥰 SFW it is~

And truly, it honestly shouldn't be such a saucy thought, Izuku rolling up his sleeves... It's a pure and simple fact that you love every bit of Izuku, whether he's dressed up or down. What's not to love? But here we are, and I'll tell ya exactly why.

How you came to enjoy this harmless little show was the sum of many 'harmless' moments, though they all have one thing in common:

Acts of Service.

Reheat shows it best, but here's how our darling Izuku reckoned it was a solid plan of distraction...

Pairing: Midoriya x reader

Reheat: ORIGINS

Izuku is an extremely thoughtful person, as we all know and love. He'll be in your corner to listen, tell you just what you need to hear, and do it all with a smile on his face. He'll also be the first to step up and offer his best if it would help make your life easier.

The first time you watched him do it was a night he came around while you were in a self-imposed baking marathon-- and were quickly running out of surface space in the kitchen. Once setting down his workout bag down at the dining table and shucking off his coat, he'd immediately come in reporting for duty...

'How can I help' chirps off Izuku's lips without missing a beat, and before you could even make mention of washing the dishes as you go (to help expedite the process later), he was already rolling the cuffs of his hoodie to keep the ends from getting absolutely soaked. When he catches you staring from he oven range at what he's doing, he assumes it stems from feeling guilty about putting him to work, or refusing the idea that he'd tidy up for you. It's such a high pile that's filling both sides of the sink already, and it's threatening to topple over onto your tray of still-cooling macarons.

He sees it as a stellar trade off: you cook, he cleans. It's a no-brainer in his book!

The next time he does it, you're visiting him at UA while he's hosting some late afternoon office hours (in case some students wish to stop by for some pre-exam help). It's a slow afternoon, and when he complains about it over text, you surprise him with a little green tea boba pick-me-up. By the time you arrive, he's on the phone with some insurance company about a rate change that he's been meaning to call about.

He's a bit grumpy over it. Why they keep hiking prices like this, he'll never fully understand, but would kill for some transparency in billing, y'know?

"No- I'm not interested in upgrading the policy, it's covering everything I need it to -back at my starting rate. No, no dependents. No secondary vehicles either-- maam, I rent an apartment; I don't even own a home yet- why would I need a byline for acreage protection?!"

Poor Izuku's brows are tented as he navigates the skin sufferable conversation... But all the while, he's flexing -a flick of the wrist in each movement- as he cuffs his sleeves towards his elbows.

You don't realize you're staring until he stops moving. Looking up to his eyes again, they're more confused at you now, with a built shoulder precariously balancing his phone to his ear.

'What's wrong?' he mouths to you.

You immediately shake your head, and just motion for him to carry on. You rest your chin in your hand when he continues, but he doesn't say more on the topic when the woman returns from the other end of the line with more bad news.

"-b-boating protec-?? Ma'am, may I be perfectly real with you? I-I am on a teacher's salary! Can I please just revert back to what I was paying before so I don't have to auction off my AllMight limited editions??"

So firm, so capable... so stupidly attractive doing such a small thing... Izuku maybe a bit preoccupied at the moment, but he's starting to catch onto you, for there's gotta be something behind your interest in his forearms.

Finally, it all clicks into place. In Hatsume's Tech Lab, where you're picking up Izuku from after an off-site field trip of sorts for his support course students does Izuku finally get what's going on.

He's taken up some elective classes for their class route, in addition to his hero course homeroom. In the R&D department, he's trying on some gloves and explaining their features to you in excitement for its intended recipient, his good friend Shoto Todoroki, while his students all bound off elsewhere.

"He even came up with the design; pretty stylish, I'd say! Much better than his first costume, less bulky as well. Mei says we're the same size so I could try for fit before she ships them out to him- hhhnr... well- still kinda hard to- c'you hold this one, baby? here, lemme get them on for real.."

Setting the gloves to your waiting hands, your eyes double in interest. Tongue wets your lips slightly. And shockingly, your mouth moves before you can stop yourself.

"Oooo, my lucky day~ Roll 'em up, babe~"

"that's the problem with this tech. There's safety resistance in the cuffs: they're great for compression, but it's a bit tight for tryin' to get over-- w-wait. What?"

Izuku chances a look at you in that one, thirsty moment.

"Do you-- like this?"

"Mhm~"

".. just- rolling up my sleeves? Like this?"

"Mhmmm~"

Though you've solidly convinced Izuku that his scars are to be worshipped just as much as his heart, he can't believe your starry-eyed look while he does this.

Cheeky, Izuku thinks surely you're messing with him, "Goodness the way you're looking at me, you'd think I was showing you my six pack..."

"Eh, that's nothin'," you tease, "impressive, don't get me wrong, Mr. Midoriya- but anyone can work out. This.. takes finesse."

Izuku sprouted a warming blush over his ears, wrenching a calm exterior into place despite your loving teases.

"Finesse, huh?-"

"Slower, babe," you sink onto a palm again, batting your eyes again, "you look good like this."

"Y-You're a mess..."

"I'm your mess now, handsome."

Izuku peeks up and out towards the hall having just settling his right cuff into place. Then, he's looking back to you all mushy at what he finds there. Complete love. It's earned you a kiss -to affirm his feelings for you, of course!- but also to get you to stop fawning over him where anyone could see.

Your fingers will trail over the sensitive undersides of his wrists while he cups your cheeks into place. Any insecurity he may have once held about his scarring has been snuffed out by you a long time ago, but Izuku now realizes it's not just an accepted sight, but a welcome one.

"Good to know this is a sure method to get your attention, honey," he'll whisper between kisses.

It's the preemptive motive that gets you:

Izuku is so ready and willing to help anyone at a moment's notice, to take charge and get things done: to the point where watching him prep to get his weathered hands involved is an attractive sight. He's the first to go the extra mile for you, no ask too big or favor too small.

It might be a quick adjustment to his outfit for comfort, but the look suits him so well. So yes, even as he rolls up his shirt sleeves, you find him insanely, unfairly handsome.

[hanafubukki]

I'm back with another Lilia thought! This one isn't mafia au though, so you can wait with reading it so it won't spoil the immersion lol ( I'm so glad you liked it btw 😭)

This one is about you being Lilia's fae s/o. When he went to NRC with the boys he gave you a cell phone to stay in touch with him with. You use it to play games together and communicate (I think it'd be mostly texting as to simulate writing letters to your loved one who's away), but something he'll never tell anybody about are the more private messages you share. Because he's an old man, sensing lustful messages with Lilia is like writing prose. Taking turns to write and seeing the messages show up in real time...there's just something about this old man and language when it comes to intimate times. He'll save the conversations to re-read whenever he's needy. There's not much video/photo sharing (again, to fit with the whole writing letters thing), but it'd be fun I think if you discover the Twisted Wonderland version of Only Fans and jokingly tell Lilia that you wanna make an account and have him as your only subscriber. He actually loves the idea, of you being needy and the way he finds out is a ping notification that you've uploaded a new photo of yourself- for his eyes only. You'd want the account to be private since it's for personal use but I can see Lilia maybe being adventurous and being into teasing other men knowing they'll never have you. They can see a few clothed pictures but the number of people who can see it all never goes above 1.

-Fake Date Sebek Anon

[Talking about this fic]

Hello Fake Date Sebek Anonie 🌺🌷💞

That Lilia Mafia ask really just hit me suddenly and released all the core memories I had and I couldn’t not make it into a flower shop combination. Thank you Anonie, that AU lives in my brain rent free 💞💞

God can you imagine?? The text messages switches between Victorian flirting to modern flirting and sometimes the combination. Texting each other how much you missed the other so.

Telling him, how you miss his warmth and his touch. How your own imagination and hands can do so much. Even magical toys do not help. Gradually it shifts to this account you see humans use.

How innovative and advanced. Of course you bring it up to Lilia and he’s down. As long as it’s only him that can see it. He loves knowing no one can have you. You’re his.

He loves to show off your more casual pictures but he’s full of pride. No one else can see you, feel you, or touch you. No one else would know your taste.

Hm? What’s this? It’s as if you heard him. You sent him a new picture. He’s happy that fae’s have an abundance of magic. Silver, Sebek, and Malleus can look after each other for a few hours.

He’s going to teleport to you right now. The urge to feel and taste you too great. His hands itches to shred the clothes you have on and Lilia is not one to deny himself of his favorite treat. 💞🌺

[blackwaves]

shakes you by the shoulders DAZAI AND AKUTAGAWAAAA please talk about them omg i’m losing it. that part of the new chapter where akutagawa says he didn’t feel any pain under dazai’s mentoring and calls HIMSELF deplorable… akutagawa searching for dazai desperately after he vanished… and then that followed by atsushi wanting nothing to do with the headmaster and refusing to talk to him. sskk each processing their toxic relationships with their mentors in completely opposite ways … atsushi pitying akutagawa over treatment that akutagawa himself likely doesn’t even see as abuse. i’m so insane. anyway. please do expand upon your thoughts about dazai & akutagawa’s relationship in the context of atsushi’s with the headmaster i beg

hi i am typing this out on my phone on data feeling incomprehensible emotions so i can't provide screenshots rn (aka source trust me; i can provide sources from the text later tbh. fascinating how often i have dived into the bsd manga to reread for dazai-akutagawa. i'm insane over them.) but.

okay so: important premise and foundation stone. the thing about bsd and abuse to me forever is that it's once again the fact that bsd as a manga hates labels. i'm being facetious, but— labels placed in a toolbox to describe and communicate mutually-understood concepts, but which don't dictate behavior or lead to like... assumptions of, this is how you should feel or the actions you should be taking. anyway this is to say disclaimer it's never incorrect to me to say dazai abused akutagawa (i generally stick with terms like, put his entire brain in a pasta machine and turned the handle, instead, but like yeah he Did fuck up that kid forever in a way characterized by his power over him. heartemoji.) but simultaneously i am always tilting my head at a lot of specifically fanon interpretation of their dynamic as abuser-victim because i simultaneously think asagiri is never, ever playing that simple with it.

this applies to a lesser extent with the orphanage director & atsushi, but is present in some ways. because they make me insane and again, asagiri is never playing that simple + i think placing it into (v western-centric, but that's a discussion for another time) boxes of what victims should be feeling is reductive and misses the point, especially given that the characters themselves are not working inside that framework. this is primarily important to me with the discussion of like... resentment and anger in relation to the abuse, and how it ties into the way that bsd does not absolve wrongs done but looks at them with understanding and says, always. what now. what will you do with the aftermath and what's left. you have to move forward; what now?

so. the chapter where the orphanage director dies and its portrait of abuse lives rent free in my head. akutagawa directly parallels dazai and the orphanage director for their roles in his own and atsushi's lives respectively; it's the same sentiment through the way they treated akutagawa and atsushi respectively, as well. akutagawa in heartless cur mirrors the same emptiness constantly described in dazai; dazai offers the suicidal kid on the verge of self-destruction a reason to live, which is a temporary liferaft and messy and fucked up and does horrible at it, but: it is dazai looking at the kid he chose to pick up and trying to save him. it doesn't work because dazai himself is a fucked up teenager who doesn't have a reason to live, but it's an attempt (he takes it so seriously that he is akutagawa's mentor btw, even if it looks otherwise. that's his kid. that's literally his kid).

(to some extent, it's the same thing as kouyou-kyouka, and it's the same thing as akutagawa-kyouka— you offer someone looking to you a way to live, and you fuck it up (because you urself are not that good at living), but you're trying and it's driven by that fact. it’s a common thread i’m always, always fascinated by, but more relevantly— )

which is just to lead up to: atsushi and the orphanage director are paralleled to dazai-akutagawa. explicitly. and atsushi hates the orphanage director for what he did to him and he's narratively allowed to, bsd is never going to tell you his motivations cancel out what he did, but it doesn't undo that the orphanage director is realer than being just the 2d monster of atsushi's childhood. there’s something important to me forever in beast atsushi experiencing the same realization that canon atsushi does wrt the shattering realization that the blanket resentment+fury covers over how he does have more complicated feelings for the orphanage director and vice versa, the sudden realization of humanity and this time warped, vs the way again it does not ever absolve the orphanage director of what he did. the conversation with mori at the end of beast lives in my head forever.

it’s just. someone who forms ur framework of what it means to live. someone rooted deep in the bedrock of how you define yourself and who twisted your head about it forever and who you have eternally messy undefinable feelings about, who is infinitely infinitely human and who was still trying so hard to save you as best as they could, who saw themself in you and gave you the tools they themself had and it didn’t work but. it was something. it’s important to me, and i think it’s fascinating as a thread to draw back on as sskk adapt and grow and learn together to find new reasons to live. atsushi pushing through the door With the orphanage director matters so much to me— not in the sense of forgiveness, but in the sense of, his feelings have never been as simple as he wanted them to be and he is looking at that rn as he finds better ways to be alive.

[poisonedprose]

hi hi saw you’re taking requests so i have this one that i can’t stop thinking about-

re4r!leon as best friend finding out the reader is a cam girl and then just something happens and they’ll make a video of them fucking together with a title “my best friend made me cum twice” or something lmao

btw love ur work ur amazing ughhh keep it up love you !

₊˚✧ you owe me — in which views are low so you do what you have to do

best friend!leon kennedy x camgirl!afab!reader

warnings: 1.8k words, smut, pet names (babe, sweet angel, angel), curse words, porn videos/streams, mentions of creampie, lil bit of sexual coercion, reverse cowgirl, clit play, fingering, (unprotected) p in v, praise, cream pie

masterlists

Views were down, which meant money wasn't coming in as regularly. Much to your dismay, your rent was due in a few weeks, and you barely had enough to pay for it. You couldn't really blame people for clicking off your streams, they all looked the same. The same setup, the same 3 lingeries in rotation, it was all the same. People wanted something new. You knew you had to do something, but everything was out of your budget. 

You sat at your computer, watching other cam girls to get ideas of how to spice up your streams. You clicked through countless streams until one caught your attention, 'My best friend makes me cum!'. You knew it was wrong but you had fantasized of your best friend doing the same to you. Maybe with the excuse of needing money, your dreams could finally come true. 

Clicking out of the stream and grabbing your phone, you call Leon. Butterflies in your stomach made you nervous, almost considering hanging up and pretending like you called him by accident but before you could move the phone away from your ear his groggy voice rang through the speaker. "Fuck, what is it? It's late y'know." He groaned. This probably could've waited until the morning. 

"Sorry, I just need some help..." Your voice wasn't confident, if anything it was shaky. You had guts to ask him for help with this, and for all you know it could blow up in your face and he'd never speak to you again. "Help with what?" He sounded more concerned like he was ready to help you if you were in danger. "It's nothing serious." You start, trying to work up the courage to ask him the burning hot question. "Okay, so what is it?" He asks in the silence.

You take a deep breath. "You know how I'm a camgirl? Well, it's not going so well and I'm kinda tight with money..." You say, unable to bring yourself to actually tell him what you need help with. "So, what? You need money?" He sounds genuine, and you knew he was. You knew if you asked, he'd give you as much money as you needed. He was always selfless like that.

"No, no." You sigh, you were far too prideful to take his money. You were independent, you could make your own money. Were you really independent if you were asking for his help though? "I need help with... Shit, how do I even ask this?" You mumble mostly to yourself. "Just say it." He encourages. "I need you to be in a stream with me." You say quickly like you were ripping a bandaid off. Leon was silent on the other side of the line. 

"Like... for moral support?" He chuckles nervously. You cringe at yourself, regretting ever even asking him. "You know what I mean, Leon..." You bite your lip, eagerly anticipating his next words. When silence hangs over the call you decide to say something. "I'll give you 30 percent of the earnings." You bargain. "I probably make more than that in an hour." He retorts but you can hear the smile on his face. "But, I'd be happy to help. Can't have you living on the streets now, hm?" He chuckles.

Part of you feels prideful. Proud of yourself for convincing your best friend to fuck you in front of hundreds, if not, thousands of people. "Be over in 20?" You ask sweetly, concealing your smile with a hand even though he couldn't see you through the phone. "Yeah, sure." And with that, the phone line went dead. 

You immediately start getting ready. Fixing your hair, putting deodorant on even though you did this morning, unadmittedly shaving anywhere you could, setting up the webcam you use to make such alluring streams, and picking out and putting on a pretty lingerie set. It worked so well with your skin tone, complimenting you like no other piece of clothing.

And almost on cue, Leon knocks on your door, you answer it quickly. Your heart pounded in your chest with excitement and nervousness. "I got work in the morning, let's not take all night. Not that I couldn't go all night if I wanted." He smirks, leaning against the door frame. His smirk falters and is replaced by a look of shock when he sees the oh-so-revealing outfit that's hugging your body perfectly. "Holy shit." He whispers under his breath.

"Short and sweet. Got it." You smile, gesturing for him to come inside. After a second of staring and he finally comes back to his senses he walks in, waiting for you to show him where the magic happens. You lead him to your bedroom, your webcam set up Infront of your bed, cute little stuffed animals shoved in the corner, against the wall. He sits on the bed carefully as you adjust the camera to make sure it's perfect. 

"Ready?" You ask, typing on your laptop, naming the stream. 'Letting my best friend creampie me!' "Oh, we're just going right into it? Yeah, sure." He scratches the back of his neck nervously. You give him a reassuring smile and start the stream, sitting next to him on the bed. You greet the people who initially join, recognizing a few of the names but seeing that the title has already drawn in some new customers.

Leon really doesn't know what to do, but he has a sudden wave of confidence. He puts his hands on your waist and pulls you into his lap. "Let's get started. The viewers are already getting antsy, they must be just as excited as I am~" Your voice was more seductive than when you were talking to Leon alone just moments ago. Leon knew you put on this act to appease the horny and lonely men, and he couldn't deny that he was one of them. 

With you sitting on Leon's lap, you spread your legs. Leon watched on your computer, the stream open and playing on mute. He was entranced by the way you so effortlessly turned him on just by opening your legs. You teased your viewers, rubbing your clit over your panties. You grabbed Leon's hand and placed it over your warm cunt, encouraging him to do the same. This felt like a dream come true to him, he nearly moaned just from the contact.

He rubbed his thumb gently over your clothed clit, you moaned quietly and he couldn't tell if it was just an act or if his light touch really made you feel good. "Don't be afraid to be rough." You whisper to him with a reassuring smile on your face. Oh, god, how he wanted to kiss your face. That gorgeous, perfect face.

He takes your advice, pulling your panties to the side with no warning. Your cunt fluttered when the cold breeze of the night touched your bare skin. He rubbed small circles on your clit, rougher than before. You let out a real moan this time, throwing your head back to lean on his shoulder. You held your panties to the side for him as you read the comments. 

'Fuck, so hot!' 'Wish my best friend did things like this for me.' 'Wanna see him finger that pussy!' 'Do you think he's really her best friend?' The chat was moving too fast to even read all of the comments. It hadn't been this way for months. "Chat, of course, he's really my best friend. Called him 20 minutes ago begging him to fuck me. I just had to stream it for you guys~" Leon grew hard upon hearing your words and you could feel it under your ass. It made pride swell in your chest. 

Leon runs his middle finger and ring finger through your folds before thrusting them into your weeping entrance. You whined softly. You'd imagined what it would feel like to have his fingers inside of you but nothing compared to the real thing. You bucked your hips slightly and Leon chucked. He fucked you with his fingers your cunt making lewd noises from how wet you were.

A ton of gifts started popping up on the screen. People were donating, and it was a lot more than usual. Knowing that people liked watching you get fucked by your best friend, made you like getting fucked even more. "Need your cock. Please." You pleaded to Leon, looking up at him but his eyes were trained on your swollen pussy. "Patience, babe." He taunted, a sly look on his face. He liked hearing the sound of you begging for his cock to fill you up.

You whined, not having any patience whatsoever. "Fine, fine. If you're gonna whine about it." He chuckled and pulled his fingers away from your delicious pussy, a thin string of your arousal sticking to his fingers before breaking when he reaches the waistband of his sweatpants. You only just realize that he's probably in his pajamas which, for some reason, makes this all the hotter.

He pulls his hardened cock out of his pants, resting the waistband under his balls. He strokes himself a few times and you're so eager to ride him until you’re hazed by his cock. You slip out of your panties and look at him, waiting for the okay to fuck him. He nods and brings you closer. He runs the tip of his cock along your folds before letting you sink down and take him fully. Whimpers leave your mouth, amusing everyone watching the stream.

You hadn't even realized how big he was, too focused on just getting what you've longed for, for so long. you might be hazed by his cock sooner than you originally thought. He brought his fingers down to your clit, rubbing tight circles while you got adjusted to his whole length. "Bigger than you thought, huh?" He laughed with a small shake of his head. 

You rolled your hips, making you both moan. You gave him no warning as you started riding him, letting his cock slide in and out of you so preciously. Both of your moans mixed in harmony. The chat went even more wild than it already was. You could only imagine how much money you were making. His fingers continued to work your clit, his other hand holding onto your hip like his life depended on it. You would be surprised if he didn't leave a bruise for you to find tomorrow.

"Could fuck you for hours. sweet angel. This pussy's t'die for." He groans in your ear, matching the pace of your bounces and thrusting into you perfectly. His praise makes you clench around him. A whine coming from your throat and a moan coming from his. Leon was embarrassed at how fast he was approaching his orgasm but it felt too good to resist.

His hot ropes of cum coat your warm walls. You can't even believe that Leon came inside of you. "Shit, sorry, sorry. Didn't mean to, ah~ fuck, sorry." He mumbles as he rides out his orgasm. "Do it again." You beg and he feels like he just entered heaven. "Anything you want, angel." Yeah, you definitely weren't going to have any money troubles any time soon at this rate. Maybe you can even convince Leon to do this with you full-time. 

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[vampibitezz]

Hi, could you write a oneshot with Angel Dust from Hazbin Hotel x gender neutral human witch reader (platonic)? The reader (are a young witch) often go in Hell for to see Angel and he sees them like a little sibling, and sometime they both fight (for a silly thing or for a serious thing). But in the end, they both apologize each other.

I just want some fluff after an angst, becuase Angel Dust is one of my favorite character, but I like him as a older brother.

Thank you and have a good day

bombing war and a hellful reunion

cw ~ cursing, bombing, sorry snake lovers sir pentious got booted to another planet, one use of y/n might be ooc it's been a while since i watched the show, sorry!! 😖

a/n ~ chat i blacked out what did i write

i don't think i'll usually write male characters but omg this was literally just too sweet and a cool scenario!! i dunno if i'm good at writing angst or fighting either so i'm sorry if it kinda sucks lol.

(this takes place during the pilot btw!)

ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི

every once in a while, the spider demon hangs around the rooftop of the hotel, legs dangling on the edge, all of hell bustling right below him. but he didn't really focus on that specifically, his eyes roamed around the red painted skies, always looking for a certain someone.

the moment the princess of hell said 'no rent' he snatched that deal without another thought and got all of his bags and moved right in. of course, now he was having second thoughts.

and no, he doesn't want to go back to his living excuse of an apartment, even with everyone on his ass all the time, they've started to grow on him! but...

back when his life was a little shittier, what made it all better was a little witch roaming around his area. when they originally just came to look for some of the exotic plants here for their potions, they got a little sidetracked when angel's nosy self got in their way.

ah, yes, you! and then the friendship grew from there! what originally was just bickering became fun hangouts when he figured out that you were actually a witch!

and of course no one would believe him, but after seeing you literally walk into an actual fucking different dimension with a snap of your fingers, it's hard to say otherwise!

and so every once in a while, you visited hell and spent some time with your favorite sinner. but after he moved... well, you don't know where he went.

and that's when he realized he never told you, but every time he stopped by his old place to see if maybe you were there, his hopes were only dwindled

it's been a few months, and you've probably forgotten about him by now, but he hasn't really. sometimes when cherri bomb was too much you were always there with that broom of yours. sometimes the two of you flew around hell with that things, and maybe with a little spice you lend him some spells and put out his frustration on the city below.

angel would sometimes help you go foraging for whatever potion your trying to make that would wound you up to hell; you and him always got hurt by the carnivorous plants but a quick spell always fixed the trick!

... he misses you.

and it's surprising he does in the first place! who knew he'd get attached to some human witch? eh, the afterlife finds its way, he guesses.

but enough sulking around, he'd rather do this in his room. he runs a hand through his hair, and he sighs, slipping away from the edge, and walking back downstairs into the hotel.

but it doesn't take too long for chaos to arise, it is hell, after all.

it started off with him heading to the lobby for a drink and maybe harassing the cat demon lying around there with nothing better to do.

walking through the halls, a hand on his hip, angel spotted husk leaned over at the bar, as always (seriously, does he fucking live in there?), with a phone in his hand.

"i didn't know a wrinkly old kitty like you was on the internet!" angel teases, leaning onto the counter, and of course he tried peeking to see whatever someone like husk would be watching.

but the sinner waved him away, and angel didn't want his face clawed so he leaned back into the stool with a pout and crossed arms.

"it's nothing, really." husk mumbled. "it's always nothing, terrorist attacks are pretty common at this point. just some witch and snake man fighting-"

"what."

angel expected to be pissed off and loud but the words went deadass serious in the span of seconds. it was so out of character for the pornstar, and husk stared at him with a bewildered face.

"... angel-"

and oh you don't know how fast that spider demon left the room. forget about drinks and sulking around, he's gonna get to you one way or another.

he storms back into his room, only to text cherri a simple sentence.

angieee <3 (9:19 PM): heeeeyyyy can i borrow ur bombs plssss

angieee <3 (9:19 PM): also wanna bomb the shit out of that snake dude again

CHERRY BOMB!!! (9:19 PM): o sure i gotchu dude!!

she was always down for anything, and her hand in a fight made everything way easier. now that he thinks about it, he is hearing more explosions than usual in this noisy hellscape.

and after loading all six of his arms with guns, he goes out. it doesn't take too long to find some splattered egg yolk on the ground, hissing sounds from sir pentious, and you sweeping through the streets with your broom and hat, dropping weird magical potions that summon monsters of all sorts.

oh, cherri bomb would love you.

and angel would love to squeeze the hell out of you with his four arms, but he has a problem first. he knows you could probably handle it, that you were doing just fine, but he can also have some fun!

"hey snakeshit!" cherri bomb called out, and sir pentious looked up to see her, flipping her hair and throwing her bomb at him like a dodge ball.

"yooou!!!" he hissed, stumbling and catching the ball, before realizing that wait shit it's a bomb and before the terror could even rise the bomb blew up in his face.

angel cackled, and loaded up his guns, egg yolk splattering everywhere the moment sir pentious's minions crawled on his leg.

and then of course, you noticed the sudden explosion, a pink demon punching the shit out of the snake you were fighting, and then...

"angel!!" you gasp, and he smirks at you. even after being separated for so long you two were in sync as he raises a hand while you fly down. he grabs onto your broom and swings himself up there.

he wraps one arm around you, while the other three were busy shooting up the other eggs. "missed you, kiddo." he muttered, and you gave him a wobbly smile.

he tosses some of the bombs that cherri gave him before he was up in the air, and now it seems her and sir pentious were doing their own thing.

he waves at her, and she waves back before going back to dodging whatever machinery sir pentious had in his pockets. you flew away with him laughing about everything.

and you two settle down on a nearby building, you landing a bit clumsy. when you were both off you ran up to him and gave him a big hug. "angie! i missed you... where have you been?!"

"i moved outta that shitty apartment." he said, and you both sit down. you bury your face in his fluffy chest fur, and he pats your back. "it's nice to see you again, y/n." he said, and you both teared up a little. a/n: why is this 1000 words i'm gonna crash out

[runningincircl3s]

Sinematic

Vinny Mauro x Reader

Chapter 8

chapter warnings: mentions of a vibrator lmao and flashbacks to sex (nothing too graphic!)

this chapter is a little all over the place i'm sorry!! i'm not sure if i'll post the next chapter (WHICH IM SOOOO EXCITED FOR BTW)(ONE OF MY FAVS I'VE WRITTEN FOR THIS STORY) early next week? i'm going to paris for the week with my best friend and we leave on monday night so i could post it in the morning? but ik i'll be lazy and post it on sunday instead hehe :) anyways happy monday!! <3

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Your head was pounding. Your mouth was dry. It hurt to open your eyes. 

You groaned, turning over, only to be met with something solid and warm beside you.

Oh god.

Your eyes snapped open, but the moment you moved, a sharp pain shot through your skull, forcing you to wince. You swallowed, your throat scratchy, before daring to peek over your shoulder.

Vinny?

He was still asleep, his curls a mess against the pillow, face relaxed and peaceful. His arm was draped loosely over his stomach, his breathing steady. The sheets had fallen down to his waist, exposing his bare stomach.

Was he even dressed?

Panic flared in your chest.

No. No, no, no, what did we do?

You tried to think back, but your memories were hazy, blurry around the edges. You remembered the movie, the shots, laughing way too much. But that’s where it ended. 

“Vin…”

“Mmm?”

“Are you awake?” 

“…No.”

Vinny stirred beside you, letting out a low groan before cracking one eye open. His gaze flickered to you, still tense beside him, and a slow, sleepy smirk spread across his lips.

“Morning, sunshine.” He rasped, voice thick with sleep.

You swallowed hard. 

“Vin…”

His smirk widened. 

“You look stressed.”

“Did we…?”

Vinny’s brows furrowed for a second before realisation hit, and he let out a soft laugh. 

“No, relax, we didn’t do anything.”

You exhaled sharply, relief washing over you. 

“Are you sure? Nothing happened between us?”

He chuckled again. 

“Yeah, I’m sure. Nothing happened between us, but something clearly happened between you and the tequila”. He chuckled, “No, you passed out on the couch so I brought you up. I was gonna leave, but you asked me to stay.”

“Oh.” You blinked, feeling your face heat up. “Right.”

Vinny stretched, groaning slightly. 

“You feeling okay?”

“No,” you grumbled. “I feel like I got hit by a bus.”

“Yeah, well, that’s what happens when you try to keep up with AJ’s drinking games.”

You rolled onto your back, staring at the ceiling. 

“Shit. What time is it?”

Vinny grabbed his phone from the nightstand, squinting at the screen. 

“Almost ten.”

Your heart sank. 

“Shit!” You bolted upright, immediately regretting it as your head throbbed in protest. “I have a photoshoot at eleven!”

Vinny frowned. 

“You sure you’re feeling up for that?”

“I have to be,” you groaned, swinging your legs over the side of the bed, rubbing your temples. “I already rescheduled once. Plus, I need the money.”

Vinny sat up behind you, watching as you scrambled for your phone. 

“Is it really that big a deal?”

“Yes, Vin, it is a big deal. I need the money. I’m already behind on rent, I can’t afford to miss it.”

Vinny was quiet for a moment before he shrugged. 

“So move in here.” He said, like it was the most normal thing in the world. 

“What?” You froze, wondering if you heard him correctly. 

He stretched his arms above his head before flopping back onto the pillows. 

“You’re here more often than not now, it’s like you live here already. Plus, I have a spare room that needs taking, and it would save you some stress looking for another place, and I wouldn’t need to look for a new roommate who might try to kill me in my sleep.”

You turned to stare at him, trying to gauge whether he was joking. 

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah,” he said simply. “Why not?”

You blinked, your brain trying to catch up. 

“Vin, you can’t just invite me to move in like it’s no big deal.”

He raised an eyebrow. 

“Why not?”

“Because…” You hesitated. “You’ve only just forgiven me, what if it doesn’t work out? It’s a massive deal!”

Vinny just shrugged. 

“Not really. You already slept here the last two nights, and whilst I was on tour. You keep a toothbrush here, it’s like you’ve moved in anyway, might as well make it official.”

You opened your mouth, then closed it. He wasn’t wrong.

Still, moving in with Vinny? That would be dangerous. The lines between friendship and something more were already blurry as it was. If you started living together…

“I’ll think about it.” You muttered, standing up.

Vinny smirked. 

“Take your time. Offer stands.”

So of course, a week later, you let him know your final decision. 

You were about to be living with Vinny Mauro. 

…

“So now you’re moving in with him?! Girl, two months ago he wouldn’t even speak to you? What’s going on here?” Angela asked over the phone.

You were on facetime with her as you finished packing up your things to take to Vin’s house. The guys had been kind enough to give you their merch boxes to use for packing, and AJ had even rented a van to help you move. Over the last few weeks, you and AJ had become close. You loved him, he was like the brother you never knew you needed, he was chaotic, funny, kind, and always lit up the room wherever he was. You loved havung him around.

“I needed a place to go, Ang. They keep putting up the rent, and I would’ve had to move anyway.”

“You could’ve asked me!” She frowned.

“You have a one-bedroom apartment. I didn’t think you’d be interested in getting a bunk bed.”

“You never know! I would’ve taken the top bunk.” she giggled. Then her voice softened. “So this is purely platonic?”

“Yep.” You smiled, shoving your framed lyric sheet- your birthday gift from Ricky- into a box. “I think we are better as friends. I can still feel the tension sometimes, but he’s like that with everybody, isn’t he?”

“Uh-huh,” she confirmed, dragging out the word, clearly unconvinced. “I just don’t want you to get hurt if you’re expecting him to come back to you and then he starts dating someone else.”

“Has he been talking to other girls?” You asked, trying to sound casual. But Angela’s silence told you all you needed to know.

“Well…”

“Not that I care!” you cut in quickly. “I’ve still been talking to Ciaran every now and then. He wants to see me again, so maybe I should!”

“Y/n, the last time I checked, you weren’t really into this guy. This isn’t just because Vin’s been talking to other women?”

So he has been.

“No!” you scoffed, a little too loudly. “I’m happy just being his friend. I’ll admit that sometimes I still get that feeling around him, but if he’s seriously not interested, then that’s fine! It actually makes my life easier.”

“Babe,” Angela sighed, her voice gentle. “It’s okay to still have feelings for him. But you’re about to move in with him. If he hurts you, even unintentionally, you’re stuck seeing him every day.”

“It’s not forever. This is just temporary until I get back on my feet, book more jobs, and, y’know… maybe find the love of my life and then move in with them!”

“I’ve been trying for years, girl. Wouldn’t recommend it.” She laughed.

A knock at your door interrupted your conversation. You glanced at the time. They were early.

“Who is it?” Angela asked.

“AJ and Vin!” you said, jogging to answer the door. You cracked it open to find AJ grinning mischievously and Vinny standing beside him, hands stuffed into his hoodie pocket.

“Can I see them?” Angela asked.

You rolled your eyes but handed the phone to AJ. 

“Ang! Wassup!” AJ greeted, grinning at the phone. 

“Hey, can you give me to Vin, please?”

“Wow. Not ‘AJ, how are you?’ Not ‘AJ, I miss you’? It’s been two years, Miss Undead.” He sighed dramatically, before finally handing the phone over.

Vinny smirked as he took it. 

“Hey, Ang.”

Angela’s expression shifted into something sharper. 

“I don’t know what your plan is here, mister, but I’m not buying it.”

“What plan?” Vinny furrowed his brows, stepping outside your apartment so nobody else could hear. 

“You spent the entire week on tour with Ruby, and now, suddenly, y/n is moving in with you?”

Vinny frowned. 

“That has nothing to do with this. Y/n can’t afford her rent, and I have a spare room. We might not be together or anything, but I still care about her.”

Angela stared at him for a long moment. 

“Sleep with one eye open, Vincenzo Mauro. I don’t know if I can trust you.”

Before he could respond, you came outside, lugging a heavy box. 

“What are you doing out here?”

“Oh, uh… the signal was bad in there,” Vinny said quickly, taking the box from you as he passed your phone back.

You shot him a skeptical look. 

“C’mon, Vin! Put that drummer strength to use.” AJ laughed, grabbing a box himself.

…

The afternoon sun streamed through the windows as you and Vin worked to set up your new room. It had been hot all day, so Vin had long since ditched his shirt, leaving him in just his sweatpants as he crouched down, working on putting together your bed frame.

You weren’t proud of how many times your gaze had drifted to his bare back, the way his muscles flexed with every movement, the slight sheen of sweat on his skin. Anyone would stare, you told yourself.

“Y’gonna help or just stand there gawking?” Vin smirked, not even looking up as he reached for another screw.

You rolled your eyes, snapping out of it. 

“You seemed to be handling it just fine without me.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. 

“Alright, princess, help me get the mattress on this thing then.”

Together, you wrestled the mattress onto the frame, both of you slightly out of breath by the end of it, surprised at how heavy it was.

“There,” he said, stepping back and placing his hands on his hips, admiring his work. “One fully functioning bed.”

He paused, then leaned down and gave the frame a quick shake. It creaked and wobbled, just a little, just enough to maybe be concerning.

“Okay… maybe semi-functioning.” He glanced at you with a mock seriousness. “If you bring someone home, tell them no rough sex on this thing, alright? I don’t wanna be woken up by the sound of snapping wood and someone screaming.”

You blinked, caught completely off guard by how casually the words came out of his mouth.

“Vinny!” You gasped, half-scandalized.

He just shrugged, grinning like it was nothing. 

“What? I’m just saying. I wouldn’t trust that frame with anything besides missionary.”

You opened your mouth, ready with a snarky comeback, but nothing came out.

Instead, a memory resurfaced. 

You felt it all like it was yesterday.

It had been some hotel room, you’d forgotten which city. One of those nights where you both still high with energy of the show, and neither of you had been interested in sleeping.

The door had barely closed before he had you pressed against it, kissing you like he was starving. Clothes came off in a trail leading to the bed, the two of you too needy and desperate to care.

You remembered how he tossed you onto the mattress, grinning like the devil as he crawled over you…

“You’re gonna break the damn thing.” You’d whispered, breathless, laughing into his mouth as the frame gave a loud creak beneath with every thrust of his hips.

Vinny had paused, bracing himself on his hands, and looked down at you with that crooked smirk of his.

“Oh?” He said, cocking a brow. “Is that a challenge?”

You didn’t get the chance to answer before he was moving again, faster, deeper. His hands gripping your thighs, spreading you wider. Your back arched, and the bed banged against the wall with each thrust, the headboard slamming so hard you were shocked it didn’t leave a dent. 

You remembered grabbing at his shoulders, nails digging in, the sound of your laughter tangled with your moans.

“You’re actually gonna break it!" You gasped, unable to keep the smile off your face.

His lips brushed your ear as he growled, 

“Good.”

God, he’d ruined you that night.

And now he was out there, shirtless and smug, talking about missionary like he hadn’t once (well, many times actually) flipped you over and made you forget your own name…

You blinked, coming back to the present just in time to see Vin reach into a box he really shouldn’t be. 

He assumed the box labelled ‘bedroom’ would’ve been the one to look in for your sheets, but his fingers brushed against something unexpected. 

Something smooth and solid. 

Something that definitely wasn’t a sheet or pillowcase...

He stilled for a second before he slowly pulled it out…

A sleek, unmistakable wand vibrator. His breath hitched slightly, his mind flooding with images he really, really shouldn’t be having right now.

You noticed the sudden pause and looked up, only to see the expression on his face. Slightly wide eyes, a momentary twitch in his jaw before he masked it with a teasing smirk.

“Well, speaking of sex,” he mused, twirling the toy in his hand, “What do we have here?”

Your stomach dropped as you registered what he was holding. 

“Vinny. Put. that. back.”

He let out a low chuckle, tilting his head as he examined it. 

“I mean, I figured you would have one, but damn... Why is it so big?”

Your face burned as you lunged for it, but he held it out of reach, still grinning. 

“Hey! Don’t be embarrassed, I’m just saying… This thing could probably power a small boat.”

“Vinny, I swear to god, thsi isn’t funny!”

He finally handed it over, laughing as you shoved it back into the box. 

“Hey, good for you, no shame in the game! Just hope you don’t leave it somewhere I could accidentally grab it in the middle of the night thinking it’s a flashlight.”

“C’mon it’s not as if I’m just gonna leave it lying around the house!” You groaned, trying to ignore how your face was burning. “Now, can you shut up and help me finish making the damn bed?”

Still grinning, he helped you pull the sheet onto the mattress. His fingers twitched slightly when they brushed yours, and his gaze lingered just a second too long as he handed you the pillows.

“You got any more?” He asked, his voice slightly lower now, and he didn’t meet your gaze. 

“More what?”

“Y’know…” He nodded towards the box. 

Your face burned. 

“Vin…” 

“Oh you do!” He smirked. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Think of all the fun we could’ve had when we were-”

“Vinny I swear...” You cut him off, hitting him with the pillow you were holding, “I fucking hate you.”

Was this really such a good idea?

As you continue unpacking and making your room feel like home throughout the afternoon, you try to shake off Vinny’s teasing. He, on the other hand, seems to have recovered just fine, acting as if he hadn’t just dug through your things and found something very personal. 

To him, it was funny. You on the other hand, were mortified.

You shoot him a look when you catch him smirking at you again, clearly still thinking about it too. He just shrugs like he’s innocent, tossing another one of your sweaters onto the bed, adding it to the growing pile as you both sort through your clothes.

You’re still figuring out how much closet space you’ll need, as Vin had offered to buy you a new one (totally not because he and AJ broke your old one when moving it from your apartment.)

“Is it starting to feel like home yet?” He asked, stretching his arms behind his head with a loud exhale. His shirt is still nowhere in sight, and the stretch makes every inch of his torso even more distracting, enough to make you pause with the jeans in your hands.

You glance around at the half-finished room, at the open boxes, the still-bare walls, and the bed you’d made together. But then you glance at him.

Your heart squeezes unexpectedly.

When you were on tour spending months waking up in different hotel rooms in unfamiliar cities, losing track of what day it was, you never found yourself feeling homesick. Not really. 

Because how could you when he was always there. When he would make you laugh so hard you’d cry, shaking his wet hair over you when he’d come out of the shower, stealing bites of your lunch, make you dance with him when a song you both like would play. When he’d tap you on the shoulder whilst you were in the zone, editing photos on your (or Ricky’s) laptop, just to tell you a random thought he'd had before going back to playing whatever game he was in the middle of. 

With him, it never mattered where you were. The two of you could be on the opposite side of the planet together, but you’d still feel like you were at home. 

Because it was him. 

“I guess,” you ended up saying, instead of possibly turning his life upside down again, “It does.” 

But he was Vinny. And he could see when you were trying to cover something up. 

“Y’know,” he starts, clearing his throat, “It’s almost like nothing happened… It could be like you said yes. Like you did come back with me after tour.” 

The words made your heart stop in your chest. 

God, you wished it were that simple.

“Vinny…”

“I know,” he cut in quickly, shaking his head like he regretted saying it the second it left his mouth. “Forget it. That was stupid. I-”

“Vin,” you interrupted gently, “We’re friends. I’m happy with that. You’re happy with that too, right? I just don’t want to rush back into something and risk screwing it up all over again. We barely got back to good… I can’t hurt you again. I can’t lose you again.”

It hurt to say, every syllable felt like blades in your throat, because a part of you did want to pretend. A part of you did want to rewind time and just… choose him.

But everything had already happened. You couldn’t un-hurt him. You couldn’t rewind anf fix the moments that broke you both.

“Is that okay?” You asked quietly.

He didn’t look at you. Just nodded once. 

“Yeah... I was just kidding anyway.”

But he wasn’t, and you both knew it.

Silence settled between you. Not angry, not even tense, just heavy. Like grief. Like something important had been set down and left there between you.

Then your stomach growled. Loudly.

Vin blinked, lips twitching into a smirk.

“Guess that answers my question.”

You looked up. 

“What question?”

“If you wanted to eat soon.” He gave you a soft, smile. “I’ll cook.”

“Okay, sure.” You forced your own smile, but it didn’t quite reach your eyes.

And just like that, the conversation finished. The moment passed, and you didn’t talk about it again.

But you both felt it, lingering like smoke in the air,  the things that could’ve been. The version of this life where you said yes, where you risked it all and went home with him after the tour last year.

You knew that conversation would never really be over, not until you both sucked it up and put your hearts on the line, but that kind of honesty was terrifying. What if you both wanted different things? What if you tried, and it didn’t work out? You wondered what if he realised you weren’t what he wanted after all? And Vin was afraid, what if he was too much for you?

Nothing scared you more than losing each other again, so you both pushed the thought aside and buried it deep, but you both knew it would come back again.

And you were afraid of what would happen when it did.

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Had fnaf idea in my head ever since seeing the movie. Was trying to find people who were doing fnaf movies ideas and remembered I'd seen your ask box! Love your works btw

So I had this idea of night guard! Reader whose terrified of the animatronics and try not to get too close to them. But needs the money. And one night someone tries to break into the pizzeria and the animatronics protect them from being hurt/mugged

If your asks aren't open then feel free to ignore this, ♥️

FNAF animatronics x reader

Oohhhh yes yes yes, I love this idea very much anon. I swear this movie has reawakened my childhood. Word count:943

You were incredibly strapped for cash, The last job barely kept you afloat, you weren't able to pay your rent or afford your groceries. you were running out of options really fast. Heading to your career's councillor Steve Raglan. He said that there may be a job for you.

A security guard at the old pizzeria, but the place was abandoned. why would you be offered a job like that ??. He stated that the owner was just not ready to let it go yet. Not to mention, they had those creepy ass animatronics... There was just something about them that sent shudders up your spine. Maybe it was how life-sized they looked or the way they moved... its just... *shudders*

But right now you didn't have any choice, so you took the job. Your first shift was the next night, 12 a.m. on the dot. You entered the pizzeria and looked around, it was very retro. Save for the dust everywhere. You then noticed the stages on the far end. Was it where... they were housed.

"Keep walking keep walking...." You said to yourself, But for one reason or another, your feet kept walking to the stage. Your hand reached the curtain as you pulled it back, turning on your flashlight and got scared when the first face you saw was bonnie the bunny.

"Nope, not having it"

You rushed to the office immediately, not wanting to look at them one bit.

Once in your office you switched on the power, the pizzeria now buzzing with life as if it was never changed one bit. Switching on the camera's the first thing you saw was the animatronics again, this time two more you didn't see. Chica the chicken and Freddy Fazbear.

You also noticed another stage nearby, but the curtains were closed with the sign 'Out of order' on the front. Whatever that was behind their, you didn't want to find out.

Over a couple of nights, when you entered for work. You rushed straight to your office, not wanting to even look at them. God why did you have to be scared of animatronics ??.

Spying the camera's again, you just saw the same stuff as last time, but what the camera's didn't pick up was the back.

"Come on hurry up !!" A person in a hood said.

"I'm trying man !!" Another said as they tried to pick at the lock of the roller door before managing to unlock it.

"Alright, you know what to do"

The two entered the pizzeria with the malicious intent of robbing the place. the cameras picked them up near the supply closet. You quickly got up and investigated.

"Who's there ?? Come on out right now" You shouted.

"Shit, run !!!" They immediately bolted, you began to rush for them.

"HEY !!!!"

You ran after them leading back to the main area of the pizzeria, where you were met with a chair to the face, knocking you over to the floor as you were instantly jumped on, one with their foot on your arm holding it as well.

"Piss off and leave us be, or you'll get what's coming, kid !!!" He warned as the other began to search you for your wallet, phone and car keys.

"Get off !!!' You tried to squirm out but this only increased the pressure on your arm, threatening to break. "Gaah !!"

"Got their keys, come on !!" the thief said as he got up and turned to the entrance, only to be met by a large figure... It's eyes glowing red. It was Freddy Fazbear.

"What the he..." Before he could even say a full sentence, Freddy quickly turned the tables. Grabbing his arm and breaking it, Making him fall over. screaming in pain.

"Th/n !!" His accomplice shouted as he tried to help him only to be met with a sharp pain in his ankle. What looked like a cupcake which was a part of Chica's set was biting him, Even it and Chica's eyes were glowing red. You scrambled to the corner watching the madness ensue in such confusion. How were the animatronics moving on their damn own !!!, Someone had to be controlling them. But how could they if you were the only damn one here !!

Two more animatronics emerged, Bonnie and one that came from the Out of order stage, It looked like it spent a lot of time inside there from how damaged its body was. The fox animatronic then slashed one thief across the back with its hook, drawing blood. Letting out a blood curling scream as they immediately retreated.

You were scared. Fully and petrifying scared, Seeing what they were capable of, You hid your face from them. Completely frozen in fear. But what you didn't expect was Freddy's hand gently as a feather placed on your shoulder, almost in a way comforting you.

You started to hesitantly look up at them all, Their eyes all no longer red. Back to their natural colours. They all gave you a comforting look.

"Your... You're not going to hurt me ??" You asked them all cautiously.

Bonnie closed his eyes and shook his shoulders as if he was giggling, In a way saying "No we won't hurt you".

Freddy helped you up and gently brought you in for a hug. You couldn't help but smile at them, Wrapping your arms around his body.

"Thank you guys"

The others gave you a cute look Like they just met a new best friend for their little group. And that is what it exactly was. Maybe they weren't so bad after all...

Part 2 ??

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Mega-Giga Ask Comp: Part 3

@manorinthewoods asked: I'll be honest, I wrote the Locked Tomb ask having not read the Locked Tomb series. I literally only know the starting and ending strokes of the first book. That being said, I do like the half-soul-Sollux idea, and it works pretty well with the Locked Tomb's general theme of Lyctorhood, and how knotted the whole situation with Alecto, Gideon, and Harrow ends up being. (What is even going on with Nona) ~LOSS (4/13/24) @manorinthewoods asked: You know, if you hadn't already read Gideon the Ninth, I'd have recommended it as a good second liveblog. It really does fit your preferred sort of mystery. From all the clues presented, you could probably hit very close to the ultimate solution to the Lyctoral puzzle - as close as anybody could be expected to get. ~LOSS (25/4/24) @manorinthewoods asked: The Locked Tomb's prose is pretty good. On occasion, it happens to chime with a sound of 'Homestuck', but I only recall that twice so far in my reading. I like the skelebook. ~LOSS (27/4/24)

Once again, I'm glad my hidden agenda - convincing this blog's entire readership to check out The Locked Tomb - is bearing fruit.

I agree! TLT does occasionally give Homestuck vibes, presumably because its author is a fan. For the most part, though, its prose style is all its own.

Anonymous asked: Reference to American culture: the sphere of Jade's home dropping and the timer that preceded it are references to the Times Square Ball, an annual event held every New Year's Eve. A giant ball descends down a pole at 11:59 PM and reaches the bottom at 12:00 AM, January 1. I believe that you can figure out why the reference was included in the first place. Anonymous asked: btw the gamzee page was released on new years. ‘the miracle of a new beginning’ is the new year and the lab dropping is supposed to be a reference to the ball dropping in times square

Some America Lore here that I wasn't aware of.

I was wondering exactly what Gamzee meant by 'a new beginning'. Maybe Alternia practices the tradition as well.

@omnilew asked: the way you speculate and go indepth into sburbs features and how it affects the kids, made a silly headcanon that your kidsona is reading the comic while playing out their session though this is mainly because "Eventually, we were bound to cross a couple of wires that should never have been allowed to touch" kinda references chargerkind

I like it! Maybe my 'sonas have access to a more in-depth version of Rose's walkthrough, and are adding their own commentary in quiet moments during their own adventures.

@manorinthewoods asked: Your excitement over the resurrection of Dream Jade gave me a form of suspenseful mirth. Seeing how happy you were at her resurrection, while also knowing exactly what came of it, is perhaps textbook dramatic irony. If only you'd read a panel further… ~LOSS (26/4/24)

She looked so happy to be back, too! That certainly didn't last long.

She was prototyped with a smiling corpse, though. Maybe that was just her 'default' expression, and it vanished as soon as her actual feelings asserted themselves.

@thetinygladiator asked: 'I hadn’t really thought about Sally’s ectobiological parent - but now that I am, I think the funniest possible option is that it’s her landlady.' okay but i just gotta say… this immediately makes me think about how that relates to the house-building aspect. Like, with the giant tower, are they gonna charge the Imps for rent? That might work, honestly. Where do imps even live? Bet they don't have good AC or Wi-Fi, lemme tell ya.

300 GRIST/DAY NO CRUXTRUDER NO ALCHEMY NO PETS

@manorinthewoods submitted: How many computers would you have on your person if you were playing Sburb? Jade recommends at least 5. I say I'd have a laptop, phone, a spare of both of those, and computer gloves if I need to compute really fast. Also spare gloves. Speaking of the phone - is it possible for people to put phones in their pockets? Given Karkat (and a minor gag in Act 6), we can assume that it's difficult or uncommon to carry items without using the Sylladex - or maybe it's just tied to your dexterity, and you have to hold things gingerly to avoid captchaloguing them when you pick them up. On the other hand, there's no issues with accidentally storing something you've unstored and are using - so how does the Sylladex actually work? Do people just instinctively store their items once they're done using them? Is it difficult to avoid storing something you aren't using anymore? Can you stuff phones in pockets? If not, then why develop a PDA in the first place? Given the Sylladex, it should be much more commercially viable to make a tablet. ~LOSS (24/4/24)

Since Karkat can physically pick up a book, you can probably pocket your gear - although maybe there's a difference between holding an object and trying to add it to a physical 'inventory'. Either way, the issue is easily circumvented by employing wearable tech, like the kids do.

As depicted in my alchemy binge, my primary computing device would be the Pocket Holodex, which can remote into any computer in my sylladex.

In addition, my Modular Ring shirt is also a computer, which can presumably be augmented by adding extra mod1ules over time. I'd probably also captchalogue every computer in my apartment, of which I currently have six.

I'd be exploring the Medium with a minimum of seven computers, plus one pseudo-computer, plus a phone. Jade would certainly approve.

@iris-in-the-dark-world asked: the tension in act 5 act 2 is perfect, i love it. maybe even moreso on rereads, the foreshadowing and generally ominous vibes always get to me @heliotropopause asked: You're getting to the part where the comic really starts hitting its stride. This'll be fun.

The ever-present countdown certainly adds a degree of urgency to the situation.

I'm really liking the pacing of this current act, as things slowly progress towards some critical point - one which, for now, is still shrouded in mystery.

Anonymous asked: Forwarding another ask for the person with no account ~DJ: Eridan's deal seems to be based on Wizardry Herbert - a proto-Homestuck work by Hussie. A parody of Harry Potter dealing with whether magic is real. [] But Methods of Rationality began in February 2010, so "Harry Potter but obsessed with science" might have also been an intentional reference to that.-RM @heliotropopause asked: Eridan Ampora and the Methods of Rationality sure is an idea for a fanfic. He'd be so bad at it.

Eridan would be an extremely funny choice for a ratfic protagonist. He'd be so smarmy about it - and thus, a perfect addition to their ranks.

What would the definitive Homestuck ratfic be called, do you think? I think Tool-Assisted Speedrun would be a decent choice.

@killedthekat asked: An interesting thing about doomed timelines is how they serve to prevent stable loop metagaming. As a basic example, in a typical stable time loop scenario, if you observe yourself unharmed in the future, you can throw yourself into high danger high reward situations and know that probability will twist itself into whatever improbable knot it needs to do to keep you safe. But in homestuck if you lean too hard on predestination you just get shunted into a doomed timeline for your trouble.

It's true. Timehopping just isn't fun in Homestuck, as you're constantly walking a tightrope, desperately trying to stay in the one timeline that might not get you killed.

It's a good way to prevent time-travelers from becoming overpowered - something which is probably necessary for a comic which makes such heavy use of the concept.

Anonymous asked: Now that you're updating while HS^2 is, I've realised that while I'm barely keeping up with ^2, I just yelled "Oh! Upd8!" out loud when I checked your blog, so to me? You're the real continuation of Homestuck

What an honor!

For veterans of the comic, this blog is more Homestuck: Revisited than Homestuck 2. As a woman who would much rather watch video essays about old Simpsons episodes than new seasons of the show, I completely understand why some would prefer the latter.

@manorinthewoods asked: I've since finished Worm. I think Sophia's by far the best Vriska candidate. Lisa, Amy, and Colin are less so, I think. ~LOSS (21/4/24)

Oh, nice, you got all the way through it! Worm is an absolute behemoth, and I know a lot of people who started it, and gave up halfway through.

Sophia is likely the closest match to Vriska in personality. I agree with an earlier comment, though, that the most Vriska-like character in terms of audience reaction is probably Amy.

Anonymous asked: Cannot believe someone would propose a Homestuck/Locked Tomb scenario and leave Gamzee as part of a spare pairing, when the Homestuck fic The Serendipity Gospels, written by the author of The Locked Tomb, stars Gamzee and Terezi in the proto-necromancer/cavalier dynamic. Absolutely appropriate to have Gamzee as Ninth though, since his facepaint is the direct ancestor to Harrow's. Gamzee and Terezi is such a funny pairing to go with. I'm certainly looking forward to checking out The Serendipity Gospels when I'm done with the comic - both to compare it to Homestuck and to the Locked Tomb.

As am I. Apparently it was left unfinished - but considering how long this liveblog is taking, maybe Taz will have updated by the time I'm done!

Wishful thinking, of course, but I live in hope.

@bladekindeyewear submitted:

(I started Dragon's Dogma 2 a couple weeks ago and did my best to a Gideon Nav pawn (NPC ally), facepaint and two-hander and all, and the "Jaunty Straightforward" voice selection has been EXTREMELY distracting / game-improving because her voice and attitude chatting beside my player all the time sound almost straight out of the audiobook.)

Damn, you really captured her essence. Pawn is a very fitting title for her, too :(

@manorinthewoods asked: On the topic of blood color names - Blue through Purple were renamed in Hiveswap. Originally, Vriska was Cerulean, Equius was Blue, and Gamzee was Indigo - which I like more than their modern incarnations. I think 'bronze' might also be a Hiveswap thing, although I won't dispute it, and rust might have been renamed to burgundy? Maybe burgundy is a synonym. Idk. ~LOSS (4/13/24)

I think I prefer the likes of olive, indigo and bronze over more generic terms like green, blue and brown, which would quickly lead to confusion.

Vriska's blood, for example, is also a shade of blue, so it would be a little strange if blue blood was an official term, but it didn't apply to her.

@mxamericanblue asked:hi i have been absolutely BINGING your live blog rn and i gotta just get this out this is so so cool watching you react has been giving me so much joy, i don't have a computer so i can't really experience homestuck again casually when i want to but watching you read it and react and THEORIZE??? omg your theories have been so fuckin killer it's given me a new appreciation for Hussie as a story teller and how spectacular this comic truly was thank you for this, i've been having a grand ol' time, and it's all cuz of u

Thank you! I feel like I've been theorizing a lot less since I came back from my hiatus, mostly because the comic hasn't introduced many big mysteries recently - aside, of course, from Aradia's unexplained explosion.

(Pre-posting update: Since first drafting this ask, my statement above is no longer true, as Gamzee has been revealed as Homestuck's most important character. What the actual fuck.)

@lilietsblog asked: re fifth house aradia: she's an archeolodist :)

Oh, shit, you're right.

Maybe she'd be in more danger from the Lyctor than I thought.

@ben-guy asked: Vriska's ascension to god-tier is, in my personal opinion, one of the most visually striking scenes in all of Homestuck. Also, one of the panels you didn't include (which is understandable w/ Homestuck lol. Sacrifices for the sake of brevity) specifically the one where she has him write "[…] plenty of time for that l8r" above her head… Think about the position she would have had to move him to to write that.

…jesus, Vriska. You can't just do that!

@martinkhall asked: "What is treasure but a fortune, waiting to be found?" Or stolen if you're the THIEF of Light.

Son of a bitch. That's why she's a pirate, isn't it?

Because a Thief of Light is someone who steals fortunes!

@manorinthewoods asked: Eidolons. A species purpose-built to play Sburb, while breaking every mechanic you can solely with biology. Eidolons don't sleep, and live in a hive mind. Their psychologies are very poor at recognising distinct things, with Eidolons seeing the world more in terms of a blur of colors and shapes. They thus have a very difficult time understanding Classes and Aspects, never mind that their mythology never involved deities, and they never invented chess, or games of any sort… ~LOSS (15/4/24)

The idea of a species engineered from the ground up to be Players does raise the interesting question of whether there was a first species to play Sburb.

Of course, with all the time-loops we've been working with, there might not have been a first species - unless Sburb was 'created' in some sort of metatemporal space, 'before' any loops were put in place.

@manorinthewoods submitted: You are very good at analysing Vriska's psyche. Vriska's character was executed very well, I think, and I would hate her with a burning passion platonically but to a high degree if I knew her in real life. She's just… really horrible. She's a horrible person. And half her shtick is that she keeps evading consequences in spite of that. All of her mental torture of Tavros, for instance, ends in her becoming the most powerful player in the session. What sort of justice is that, Terezi? ~LOSS (15/4/24)

She hasn't entirely evaded consequences, but it's undeniable that none of the consequences she's experienced have actually stopped her from doing the things she does.

She's lost an arm, an eye, she's been beaten up, she's bled to death, and literally none of it has caused her to let up on Tavros, even a little. Letting up on Tavros, to her, would be worse than any physical harm, because it would be an attack on her worldview.

@sanctferum asked: "Has anything come of this since, actually? I haven’t heard anything about this new comic – although I do scroll in the opposite direction any time I see a reference to Homestuck, so I guess it makes sense that I wouldn’t." - The general feel I've gotten from the community has been largely positive re: the new Homestuck 2 updates, which have indeed been happening. It's being updated once per month for now, so a lot slower going than non-hiatused OG Homestuck. But I'm enjoying it so far!

Once a month seems more sustainable than Hussie's original barely-believable pace for the comic. With Hussie no longer at the helm, expecting daily panels seems like a pretty big ask - most people don't have the time, money or energy do what Hussie did.

Anonymous asked: I don't know if you read UTDR fanfiction, but this Tavros and Vriska situation reminds me a little bit of Flowey Is Not A Good Life Coach. she's trying to push him to his limits and torture him into being someone who will kill, and he just won't. say, what's your read on comparing Flowey : Vriska?

Flowey does what he does because he's lost his emotions, but Vriska does what she does because she's consumed by her emotions.

If anything, Flowey has more in common with Aradia. They're both time-travelers whose ability to feel is somewhat compromised.

Anonymous asked: WHATTTTTT HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN BACK???????? I THOUGHT YOU WERE STILL ON A LONG ASS HIATUS BUT I JUST JOW DISCOVERED TUMBLR ISNT GIVING ME POST NOTIFICATIONS FOR YOU ANYMORE EVEN THOUGH I HAVE IT TURNED ON FOR YOU AND IT WORKS FOR OTHER BLOGS???? WHAT THE HELL. IM GOING INSANE.

This has happened before - but before, I was also removed from Tumblr's search function, which doesn't seem to be the case this time.

Is anyone else having issues with Wertsearch post notifications?

@elkian asked: So has anyone mentioned the godhood joke yet? (The God Tiers costumes have hoods. God Hoods. Badum-tish)

LOL, I did miss that.

Anonymous asked: Fun Homestuck fact! After writing Karkat, someone brought up that the writer of the 'Programming For [Expletive]s' book sounded a lot like Karkat. Andrew responded by telling them to imagine that it was actually written in all caps, basically canonizing that the 'Programming For [Expletive]s' book was written by Karkat. At least, I think that's how that went? ~LOSS (28/2/23)

And it could be any Karkat, too. Maybe one of the Karkats from a doomed timeline actually learned to code from Sollux, and became a famous ~ATH developer.

@morganwick asked: So with conversation 8=8 apparently taking place in the immediate aftermath of Rose destroying her gate (even technically during Descend), and Rose's attitude towards Kanaya in the part of it that we see, does that change how much you think her attitude in their previous conversations reflects her genuine mental state?

Oh yeah, no, I’m pretty sure she was genuinely in a bad mood here. Not really so much because of Kanaya, and I think the anger directed at Kanaya specifically was inauthentic, but the bad mood itself was real. She'd recently been injected with several months of traumatic memories, after all.

@manorinthewoods asked: That panel, of John in Vriska's 'fabulous outfit', is actually pretty neat, because you can see from the proportions how young John really is. He's small, not even fully a teenager yet, and he's been thrown into this chaotic world of humans and trolls, quadrants, violence and danger. Everyone in the game must be scared, in some degree, but none of them ever show it. It makes you wonder just how strong Skaia's children really are. ~LOSS (29/4/23)

Seriously. In what universe are 13-year-olds the people most qualified to make universes? Sburb has some very funny ideas about the optimal way it should be played.

I suppose this is something that had to be true, though, for Homestuck to be the coming-of-age story that Hussie wanted it to be.

Anonymous asked: My interpretation has always been that "the Blind Prophets" are actually just Terezi herself, in a time loop-y/predestined way. She's blind, her class is Seer, AKA prophet, and those are her numerals. Also, on an unrelated note, but to weigh in on your last ask, according to Latin conventions, the plural of lusus is lusus. Does Homestuck follow those conventions? Well…

Or, since there are two Seers in Homestuck, maybe they’re Terezi and Rose. She’s a Light Player, so a blinding would be suitably ironic.

Anonymous asked: re: captchalogue codes and the states of objects: it takes a relatively small change in the physical arrangement of atoms and whatnot to turn a ghost dad poster into, say, a little monsters poster, but the two have a relatively large difference between their conceptual nature. on the other hand, it would take a relatively large rearrangement of atoms to make the slime pogo ride be anything other than a slime pogo ride. perhaps this makes the former change state more easily than the latter? alternatively, maybe the captcha system just knows that all it would really take to make the slime pogo ride stop being covered in oil is soap and water and it's happy to do that on its own, but paper is harder to clean so it wants you to jump through more hoops for that one new question: if john had used his posters for alchemy before he was able to see their defacement, would the resultant objects also be beclowned? evidence seems to suggest that players with unawakened dream selves Will draw on their walls in their sleep and not see it until Ready, so there not being mechanisms in place to deal with that seems less likely than the alternative to me, but especially considering people who aren't them Can see the drawings, how??? would that even??? work??? what would've happened if john had done alchemy with the arms cake. i think it would be funny to see that

I think he’d still get the clown posters.

The kids keep accidentally making magic items, so It's clearly possible for someone to alchemize an object with properties they didn't foresee. Therefore, I think John would make what appears, to him, to be a normal poster - but Rose would still see it as it truly is.

Anonymous asked: any thoughts on what the horrorterrors are? beyond their (admittedly vague) intentions?

I think they’re a sign of the wider cosmology beyond Sburb - and, more specifically, a sign that there is a wider cosmology beyond Sburb.

I don't know if we'll necessarily get more expansion on them than we've already had, because their whole shtick is that they're unknowable. Needless to say, I'd love to be proven wrong.

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was your recent shifting session good? happy late halloween btw!

No and Hi and Happy Late Halloween but recent events within the Family Guy Community have been so strenuous for me and so Ive been shifting to escape my stress of this universe and the new episode schedule and Hiatus until December and the Plan To Kill Family Guy. When i was Shifting Peter was my Catalyst I know i should expect this at this point but Being with Peter is better than Being in Universe A Because though my consciousness transfers I transfer into Lois and my urges and Thoughts and emotions don't transfer over Except my Devils Heart is the Same But I digress Peter was pissing me off so bad I got out of bed steaming angry And suddenly I was back in Universe A. I was so Mad I know i can shift for as long as I want to I can shift as long as i want to I will shift as long as I want to I will be able to shift forever I can shift over a week I can shift for unlimited time I can shift to spooner street whenever I want And I can stop shifting whenever I want This is an affirmation I repeat to myself Even typing it affirms my shifting ability Nonetheless I returned to Universe B Back in bed with Peter some time had Passed he was asleep and I was still awake But I went to bed next to him facing away and I had a hazy vision / Dream of Myself in Universe A Which i've never experienced before. In my dream I saw Peter And I was so scared that I instantly woke up and saw him beside me So i got up and turned off the TV and i used the bathroom And tried to get back in bed So i woke up the next morning before Peter And I just stood there and stared at him and He went to work And I took the kids to school and Stewie to daycare and I sent Brian on an erand and I just sat on the couch for hours staring at the television without turning it on, staring at my reflection reflected back at me on the black television screen. My thoughts of Universe A Had never breached my mind in Universe B It's a seperate reality though my Consciousness overlaps Lois' becoming one. I locked eyes with myself in the reflection and I felt tears start to flow and suddenly I was back in Universe A Again even though I didn't have a Catalyst and I couldnt shift back. It was like i was for a split second trapped between the path linking the universi. I put on an episode compilation on YouTube along with a Shifting FQ that I sped up To increase the wavelength's effect on me and I tried to shift for another hour our maybe two hours and I could just hear Daddies voice Overlapping itself in my head I could hear Carter and Greg Both scream at me at the same time, Calling me worthless, stupid, A nuesance, Saying it's wrong to love Family Guy, Saying its wrong to love Peter, Telling me "I'm making the wrong decision" their voices overlap And I can see the reflection of childself in Twin Universi in both of their eyes in my minds Eye And suddenly I snap out of it And I turned off YouTube because I could hear Rent a cent er Customers so loud I turned off my lights and Decided to take an epsom both I Only have one bag It can be hard to get But i got it From last week So i put it in the bath tub This time Adding enough that it Stopped Disolving and i could feel the salt rub against the skin of my back and spine pressing into the porcelain, I laid back and turned off the water after some time and relaxed putting another FQ on my phone and Shifted again. I shifted for probably another 7 hours Before coming back to this universe due to my catalyst IE PETER. He was annoying me so bad, He had just seen the trending Gasoline and Bees trend and He wanted to try it at Joe's house and i was screaming at him No and he Tried it and got stung by bees I was so mad when He told me Why didn't you try to talk me out of this and asked me to tend to his stings