#it's had some funny participation by other players

[tabikato]

Going to eventually draw these but in game, if you ever find a Scout that says "MY WIFE" in text chat while running to a specific Sniper...

Or a Scout that goes "OFFENSE TEAM!" and tries to jock headbutt every Soldier and Pyro...

Say Hi if you wanna.

[haikyu-mp4]

Suspected proposal

"Did you hear about Sakusa? He proposed to his long-term girlfriend today! But I’m not judging or anything!" – @kittygirl11829 for my Gossip Event.

word count; 834 – f!reader

The first one to become suspicious of a possible proposal was Hinata. He just so happened to look over Sakusa’s shoulder while the black-haired man looked at diamond rings on his phone. Unfortunately, he had switched it off the second he realised he wasn’t alone, and not another word was spoken about it.

Atsumu was next because of a certain look on Sakusa’s face as of late. It made him look restless, which wasn’t normal for him. It wasn’t that he didn’t focus on practices anymore, but something else seemed to be on his mind as well.

Bokuto didn’t really put two and two together himself, but when Atsumu brought up his information, the owl shared that he had seen Sakusa at the jeweller the week before, and he couldn’t believe he didn’t say hi!

No doubt, Sakusa would be proposing to his girlfriend. 

You’ve been dating Sakusa for a long time, ever since your first year of university. This means you also developed close friendships with all of your boyfriend’s friends. Therefore, the three suspicious MSBY boys snuck up to Sakusa after practice one day (meaning they ran over and cornered him so he couldn’t run away) with the wish to participate in making you say yes. 

“Are you proposing to y/n?” Atsumu and Hinata asked him, just like they rehearsed, however-

“CAN WE HELP WITH THE PROPOSAL?” Bokuto was practically bouncing with excitement.

Atsumu turned to him with a frown. “I thought we agreed to be demure and mindful.”

Sakusa rolled his eyes and sighed, unsure if he was ready for his own answer. “I would like your help with my proposal.”

The three were silenced as they looked at Sakusa in surprise, making him squirm under their gazes.

“You asked.”

Hinata was the first to recover. “What do you need?”

Sakusa smiled, not big but it was definitely something. “I know she’d love to have different angles to choose from for the proposal video. Can you three spread out and film it?”

In near-perfect sync, the three volleyball players clicked their heels together and saluted him. “Sir, yes sir!”

You had no idea Sakusa wanted to propose to you today. It wasn’t uncommon for him to invite you to a fancy restaurant, asking you to dress up with him and take some time off to just be together and have good food.

This time shouldn’t have been any different.

The only peculiar thing was the head of bright orange hair that almost blended in with the flower arrangements. And the grey hair that zoomed past the window earlier before someone in a hoodie and black mask asked for a table. And the bleach blonde hair peeking out from that guy in the corner’s cap while he played on his phone without ordering any food.

Why are Sakusa’s friends here?

Still, no matter how suspicious you were, you gasped in shock when Sakusa got out of his chair and knelt beside you on one knee, holding up a little velvet box with a gorgeous ring. Your eyes brimmed with happy tears as he nervously recited his speech.

“You are already such an integral part of my life. You make every day better, and I want to spend every moment with you by my side. I want to call you my wife, or fiancé for now. You mean more to me than life itself and I will dedicate every second of the rest of my life to making you happy if you would do me the honour of marrying me.”

You were breathless, barely remembering that you should probably answer him.

“Yes! I’ll marry you, I’ll marry you a thousand times!”

The whole restaurant erupted in cheers, and the loudest was from your three dear friends (who were clearly more used to standing out in a crowd than hiding in it, which should become a funny story for the future).

w: this last part is suggestive

After making your way home, nothing could keep your hands off each other. That dedication for the rest of his life started right now as he took his sweet time decorating your skin in sensual kisses, lifting your arm so he could trail them all the way to your new ring.

“Sakusa y/n.”

“I think I doodled that in my notebook once,” you purred, thinking back to the days when you stared at the back of his head in class.

“You have bewitched me,” he accused with a dopey smile, hands sneaking around you to unzip your dress.

“Body and soul,” you whispered before once again capturing his lips in a kiss.

Bokuto, Hinata and Atsumu totally misread the situation, and realised so as they came up to your house door and heard you moaning Sakusa’s name a little too loud for it to be anything other than…“Let’s drink at mine instead,” Atsumu announced, already turning around and rushing off, careful with the six-pack of beer he carried in each hand. You would be having a private celebration for now.

masterlist

[sk1ndx0]

Love me not

Chishiya x fem!reader

Part 2

TW: Light smut, cursing.

Summary: You and Chishiya just fuck. Nothing more. You on the other hand, have to battle feelings.. when the executives say you might be useful, you and Chishiya’s dynamic starts to shift…

You and Chishiya have been casually hooking up for a good couple weeks, or months… or years? Time in the Borderlands is a bitch, but it was a while. It was like a reoccurring dream; you’d get in your bed, let him rearrange your guts, the you’d wake up the next morning alone. Casual. No strings attached.

Just what you needed. Wanted. Nothing more.

Okay what the fuck are you thinking? You had a dumb crush on this man. A man who didn’t even stick around long enough for aftercare.

it’s not like he felt the same way, of course. Every time you came back from a game he was in your room, waiting for you. Sitting on your bed casually, hands in his pockets as he stared up at you with those eyes.

Oh those eyes.. they were beautiful to you. The eyes that pretty much made you break down in giggles every time they met yours.

He doesn’t let you stare for long before absolutely ruining you and then disappearing like it’s nothing the morning after.

This was one of those mornings.

You woke up, sighing deeply to another empty bed. Your legs felt like they could give out at any moment, but you ignored it as you got up with a heavy groan-like exhale and a slump of your shoulders.

Your clothes were strewn around the floor, and you picked them up, putting them on one by one.

The funny thing is, you didn’t really care if Chishiya felt the same way as you did. You just cared that you got to fuck with a hot blonde guy.

You put on some shoes, walking out of the hotel room and down the hallway. The noise of the Beach and partying almost never stopped. You went down there only once in a blue moon. It wasn’t your type of place.

You decided after going downstairs and into the lobby that you were going to play a game. Chishiya just got done with you, and you were bored. The games came easy to you anyways, since you were incredibly lucky. You don’t know why, it’s just that every time something bad should happen to you, it bounces off and goes to another person. So it was just fun.

————

The game arena was an abandoned high school. Several people gathered near the entrance, maybe twenty. You were kinda excited up until you saw Chishiya in the crowd.

Oh.

My..

GOD…

He stared at you. His gaze almost as if he was deciding what to do in that moment. His hood was on, hands in his pockets like usual. But his gaze was on you. It made you shift a bit on your feet. He nodded at you, as if to say hello. You awkwardly smiled and nodded back. That was all you could do to keep from breaking down into that giggling mess.

The fuck was happening??? It was just a stare. A stare that he did to everyone, at that.

Then why did it feel so good to have him stare at you?

All thoughts were interrupted by the familiar female robotic voice over the intercom explaining the rules:

GAME: FUSION FACTS

DIFFICULTY: FIVE OF DIAMONDS

Chishiya looked up at one of the intercoms, smirking softly and adjusting his posture, becoming more relaxed.

The voice spoke again..

RULES:

Players must go into one of the classrooms on the second and first floor in groups of two

Players must answer a series of 30 questions, like math, science, and language arts before the timer runs out.

If an incorrect answer is given more than 4 times, that player will be eliminated.

If only one of the two players answer questions, then the non-participating player will be eliminated.

The game will go on until three or four groups finish the questions.

You looked over at Chishiya then back down at the floor when you realized he was staring right back at you.

Groups of two? Shit shit shit shit shit shit-

“Want to team up?”

You looked up and saw Chishiya standing right next to you, his eyes piercing through yours. You gulped quietly, looking at him and standing up a bit more straight.

“I don’t see why not.”

Chishiya nodded, looking back at the doorway.

TIME LIMIT: 1 HOUR, 30 MINUTES

You softly sighed, jumping up and down a bit to get the blood flow going. This should be easy… right? Yeah. All you have to do is ignore the man beside you.. who is also your teammate… and fuck buddy. Easy.

Once the timer started, you ran into one of the classrooms, immediately looking around. You saw a camera in the corner of the classroom, and gave it a dirty look. You saw Chishiya loitering behind you. You went over and shut the door behind him. The classroom had a computer on the teachers desk.

5+2=?

“Easy. Seven.” You spoke aloud, simply typing out the answer on the keyboard. It glowed green before switching to another question.

The powerhouse of the cell is the ________.

“Mitochondria.” Chishiya spoke, leaning over to see the computer in front of you.

“These are fairly easy..” You mumbled, typing in another answer.

What is a hyperbole?

“An over-exaggeration..” You softly spoke as you felt Chishiya’s breath on your neck. You shifted slightly before typing in and getting the question right.

———

Once you and Chishiya finished the game, you both walked out of the high school. You stretched, “That was fairly easy, despite some of the science questions..” You smiled softly, turning around and walking backwards to look at Chishiya. He stared at you, his expression neutral. He followed close behind as you rambled.

You didn’t think he was listening, and he really wasn’t. He had other things on his mind, like how he had to get back in time for an executive meeting.

The Beach. Chishiya was back, and just in time, too. He walked to the executive room, hands in his pocket. He usually didn’t care about the meetings, but he had to attend them.

It was just Hatter rambling about how it was possible to maybe try to find the face cards based on the areas and arenas. Suddenly, Mira spoke up. “Have any of you noticed a girl here? She’s cleared every single game with ease, and has incredible luck. Perhaps she could, I don’t know, help us? Maybe become an executive?”

Chishiya looked up, looking at Mira. “You mean Y/N?” He spoke, narrowing his eyes slightly.

“Oh is that her name? Yes. Do you know her?” Mira perked up, smiling. The other executives kind of stayed silent. Even Niragi, surprisingly. Hatter looked between the two.

“If you do, tell her we’d like her to sit in on some of the meetings, Chishiya.” He ordered, not really leaving room for argument. Chishiya nodded, acknowledging the demand.

Fuck my life. Chishiya thought.

Chishiya walked to your room, opening the door after knocking some. “Y/N.” He stared at her, lying on the bed.

“Hm? Oh Chishiya. What’s up?” You asked. So innocently.. Chishiya wanted to ruin that. Oh so badly. He held himself back.

“For some reason, Hatter thinks you could help find the face cards. You’ll be sitting in on the meetings now.” He said, keeping himself from gritting his teeth.

You nodded. “Alright.. is that all?” You asked, putting down the book you were reading.

Chishiya stared at your legs, then his eyes crawled up your body slowly before staring into the eyes he made roll back so many times already.

“Is there something else to say?”

You softly chuckled, smiling and going back to your book. “Not that I know of.”

———

Of course he had to come back. Of course he did.. he just needed to come back so he could fuck out his little toy. Of course.

It wasn’t any different from the other times you fucked, but he stayed a little longer than normal. His breathing slowed down as you both came down from your high. You both went, what, three? Four? Maybe 7 rounds? But he went hard. Sweaty and honestly exhausted you turned to face the opposite wall away from him, trying to get comfortable.

You felt a hand wrap around your waist. He softly breathed against the nape of your neck, clinging to your body. This was.. new. Weird, but new.. the real question was why it was new. Why was Chishiya still here?

“Don’t expect this again.” Chishiya suddenly shot out, almost like he was nervous of how you’d react. It was quiet for a moment before he got up, got on his clothes and left without another word.

What

the

fuck.

You lied there, still in the same position as he left you, kind of surprised. You eventually got up and did the same, getting on your clothes. You decided to ignore the little gesture, but you couldn’t help but giggle a bit.

———

Chishiya walked down the hallway, suddenly stopping and leaning against the wall.

The fuck did he just do? He grips his chest with one hand, sighing softly to slow his heart beat..

Shit.

A/N: OKAY this is definitely going into multiple parts, expect more soon!!!

[voxslays]

THANOS AS YOUR BF

BEFORE THE GAMES

When you first meet, Thanos is one thing; hard to get along with. Whether it’s due to his overly large ego—or the drugs affecting his brain, his cocky persona is too much for some people. Including you.

Yet, the purple haired monster persists. He practically begs you for your number, which you hesitantly give. But as the two of you text more and more, you realize how funny he really is, which eventually leads into a long term relationship.

This man’s sense of humor is either dark, sarcastic, or straight up dumb. And no matter how dumb or goldfish-brained his raps or jokes are, they always seem to make the people around him have a good laugh.

This man is not subtle in the slightest with jealousy. He’s not the biggest rapper in korea (or the kpop industry), but he likes to flex like he is. He makes sure to kiss your neck or sing a really cringey rap as a warning signal.

Thanos also makes sure you’re the only one allowed to call him Su-bong. Due to his rough childhood, he finds it hard to be vulnerable around people. And to him, letting you call him his name is huge.

This man is also the most supportive boyfriend in the world. He may be high on…something…but that won’t stop him from nearly making a fool of himself all for you. Similar with his jealousy, he is not subtle about it.

Goes clubbing with you every single weekend. It doesn’t matter if it’s club pentagon or club squid, he loves trying new drinks or high end, designer drugs with you—although, he doesn’t want his addiction to fuel yours, so he keeps them away.

DURING THE GAMES

Thanos, with his goldfish like brain, doesn’t even notice you during the first game. Maybe it’s due to his fear, or the enhanced drugs swimming through his system; but regardless, he’s in his own world.

Yet, when he sees you out of the corner of his eye, right past his buddy, Nam-su—he panics. Thanos immediately rushes over to you saying something stupid like “Señorita, what are you doing here?” As if he didn’t know.

You were here to help pay for his debt. Su-bong would never say it, but he hated himself for putting you into his same situation—which simultaneously makes him ten times more aggressive with MG coin.

During the games, he relatively acts the same; up until the bathroom fight. He kisses you goodbye before going to ‘take a piss’ with Nam-su. Time slowly passes. Ten minutes. Twenty. You get worried and wander off to find your boyfriend.

The guards couldn’t care less as you walked into the ultraviolet bathroom. From the far corner of your eye, you see Thanos holding MG coin to the ground by his throat, no doubt high out of his small mind.

You quickly run over and roughly yank him away, right as a metal fork—the same one from the earlier meals—is stabbed into your hand. Where Thanos’ neck would’ve been. After escaping the bathroom, you can’t help but sob.

But you and your boyfriend are survivors. So, after beating Nam-su to a pulp after the glass bridge game player 456 had mentioned participating in three years ago, you split the money 50/50. You were now free.

AFTER THE GAMES

After being roughly thrown out of your free limo ride and onto the cold, wet streets of a recently stormy Seoul—you clutch onto each other like leeches. Not kissing, just simply sitting there, holding each other as if you were on your deathbeds.

The games truly changed Thanos. He was faced with the harsh reality of his future with addiction, seeing the path his good buddy Nam-su went down (and no he will never get his name right).

The man he thought was his best friend tried to kill him. That’s not something you simply shake off. So, Thanos willingly signs himself up for rehab. It’s hard, you can tell—but after the games, he’s stronger. You can sense it.

After he’s completely clean for six months, the two of you buy a small house right off the coast of Busan together. A place you’ve both always wanted to visit, just never had the money to. Now, you have more money than you know what to do with.

He kickstarts his rapping career again, but instead his songs being about partying and drugs, they’re about hardship, fear, depression, and you. The one constant in his life. His happiness. He starts thinking about life more.

He becomes popular again, but for the right reasons. No longer is your boyfriend shrouded with controversies and drugs. No more girls, no more drinks. Just rapping from his overly large heart (and small goldfish brain).

NSFW

Kind of random, but (prior to the games) he loves snorting coke off your thighs or chest—and sometimes even your lower back depending on the position you two take for the evening. Or he vapes while mercilessly thrusting into you.

This guy probably has a book (or just googles because of the major debt he’s in) sex positions and has you try a different one every single night. Even when you repeat them, it never gets old with him.

When it comes to oral, he definitely prefers receiving. The feeling of your glossy lips around his thick member elicits lowkey pornographic groans and moans from the usually somewhat composed (while not on drugs) man.

After the games, he probably becomes a little more vanilla—but I still doubt he would know a damn thing about aftercare. The most you’ll get is him cuddling you with beads of sweat dripping down his damp skin.

[thoughtfulfiction]

Social Media QB

Author’s note: reposting my old work on this side blog! Let me know if you’d like to read a specific one. Thank you for reading!

The reputation of the Chargers social media team was unmatched. They are known for being funny and up to date on all memes and pop culture references while also showcasing players’ personalities. That alone made you apply and this past year on the job had really been a once in a lifetime experience. Working with Megan and the crew was a daily adventure and you were becoming more and more comfortable calling the guys your friends. It even got to a point where you didn’t even call them by their names anymore.

Quentin was usually just “Q.” JK was always “J’Kaylin”, Derwin was “3” and your favorite nickname was definitely calling Justin “Sunshine.” At first it was a Remember the Titans reference but it became a lifestyle. Everything and everyone revolves around the sun and that’s exactly what it felt like when you were at work. All of the players were important and special but you could just feel the energy in the room shift when Justin was there. It was palpable, it almost took your breath away sometimes.

Off camera he was goofy, funny and had this uncanny ability to make the world stand still for a bit, even just for a few fleeting moments where it felt like you two were the only ones in the room. But then reality would hit and you were reminded that you work for the team and he’d never see you in that way, he was just nice to everyone he encountered. But on camera? It was all fun and games. There was a running joke, mostly based on his real feelings, that Justin hated cameras. He couldn’t stand being the center of attention or having people perceive him so he avoided the social media team altogether when phones were pointed in his direction. 

But sometimes, a rarity, you were able to get him on camera, even if it was just for a split second. The two of you reviewed the questions he was going to be asked before their Hot Ones appearance and there was ALWAYS a discussion, more like subtle begging if you all were going to have him participate in any content.

“We need Justin for this new segment we’re doing, so you’re gonna have to talk to him.” Megan sighs, grabbing her Stanley cup that was sitting on the counter. She’d just finished editing a video where she and her assistant put fart spray on the tiny mic and could still smell the rancid scent until she grabbed some Lysol spray to de-funk the place.

You were going through photos taken during practice earlier that morning and deciding which ones to post and without looking up you asked her, “why do I have to do it?”

Lorren and Allie giggle in the corner, shaking their heads. “You cannot be serious right now y/n,” Lorren gives you a pointed look.

“What?”

“We all know you and Justin have a thing for each other. Even if you won’t admit to us…or yourself. It’s pretty obvious.”

You finally raise your head up from your laptop, staring at them while also wracking your brain trying to figure out when your innocent crush had become so painfully obvious. If the girls knew, then Justin had probably somehow caught on and the thought of that made you want to dig a hole right outside on the practice field and never come out. “Is—am I that easy to read?”

“No one blames you,” Megan runs a loving hand on your shoulder. “And I’m sure you’ve been trying so hard to hide your feelings that you haven’t noticed that he’s doing an even worse job of hiding his massive crush on you.”

The look on your face sends the room into a fit of laughter. “We’re being serious. The way he looks at you and acts around you. Anyone can see he’s into you friend.”

You weren’t convinced, “I need an example.”

“Okay fine,” Lorren stands up to prepare a demonstration. “He wasn’t ready to put the mics on when he was mic’d up until you walked over and helped him get the mic in the perfect spot in his pads. And then he wore the friendship bracelet for six weeks because you handed it to him.”

Allie pipes up to put in her two cents. “And let’s not forget when he had you driving him around the golf tournament and kicked Zion to the curb. There’s no way all of those are just a coincidence.”

“Fine. I’ll go ask him if he’ll shoot the video for us but I’m not going to lose my job because of a meaningless crush on the starting quarterback.”

You waited around for the guys to leave treatment after practice and caught up with him on his way out. “Hey Sunshine, quick question for you.”

His cheeks turn a light shade of pink and he gives you a small tight-lipped smile. “What’s up?”

“I need you to do me a huge favor and be in this tik tok. It’s a short game and it’ll only take like 15 minutes.”

His deadpan face and disappointed dad sigh has you practically begging, saying “please” in your finest sing-song tone.

“Fine, I’ll do it.” You knew he’d crack, he always did. “On one condition. You also have to participate.”

You hold your hand out and he engulfs it with his much larger one. “You’ve got yourself a deal Herbert.”

“Okay the rules of the game are simple,” Megan begins from behind her phone screen before hitting record, “we’re going to give you these Canadian snacks and you’ll rate them on a scale from 1 to 10. One being it’s awful I’ll never touch that again and 10 being a solid snack that you’d eat everyday if given the opportunity.”

You and Justin nod, diving in on everything from the ketchup chips to the toffee. The video didn’t take long as promised and the quarterback went about the rest of his day with no further distractions.

In your office a few days later on the team’s off day, you were contemplating your life. Maybe you should take a step back from him so people don't get the wrong idea. Sure, your coworkers were convinced the crush was mutual but what if he was just being nice? He was always so focused on football and making the most out of every opportunity. Why in the world would he waste time flirting with a social media manager? It just made no sense. Instead of continuing to run a million imaginary scenarios in your mind you packed up your stuff and tried heading out to the parking lot. Even after all this time you still struggled to maneuver all the twists and turns of the building and somehow found yourself walking past the quarterback room. You intended to just keep walking but he was in there alone and called out your name when he saw you.

“What are you doing here? I didn’t think anyone would be in the building today.” His bright eyes staring down at you made your heart feel like it was beating out of your chest. You desperately needed to get it together.

“I came in to finish up a few things but I’m heading out now. What are you doing? I think you’ve watched enough film to last you a couple lifetimes.” That gets a light chuckle out of him and he shakes his head, the two of you knowing that his quest for perfection would never allow him to believe he’s watched enough film. “Thank you for shooting that video the other day. The fans are gonna love it, they’re always begging us to get you on camera.”

“No problem, anything for you.” He clears his throat after whispering the last part, desperately hoping that you didn’t hear it. Even though you definitely did. You should go home for the day and leave him alone in the office so he can get back to work. You should stop staring at his lips that look so soft and just begging to be kissed. He should turn around and get back to the playbook and the computer but here he is, standing still, right in front of you.

You’re just there, waiting for someone to rip the carpet out from under you, to fall on your face, for someone to tell you that this isn’t actually happening. The space between your bodies diminishes significantly, so much so that you can smell the Dr. Squatch Birchwood Breeze radiating off of him. It’s intoxicating and you swallow the fear in your gut and ignore all of the common sense thoughts plaguing your mind, allowing you to feel.

The kiss is tentative at first, he pulls back slightly, whispering if it’s okay to keep going as you feel his breath against your lips. You don’t respond but instead pull him in closer, hearing a satisfied husky moan from him as he allows your tongue access to his. His right palm rests against your cheek until he’s tilting your head up ever so slightly to deepen the embrace and he pulls you in even closer, holding on for dear life while closing and locking the door behind you. It was so much more than he imagined, these feelings that he’d been pushing aside were being confronted and magnified by the second. This innocent crush that you had on him were genuine, real feelings that created a deep ache in your bones, actively being soothed with his hands all over you as the two of you made out like helpless teenagers.

You didn’t think you’d have the strength to tear yourself away from him…until his phone rings. He ignores it the first time but it’s all you can think about by the fifth ring.

“Answer it,” you whisper breathlessly and you can feel him hesitating to pry himself away from you. The heat that was radiating off of his body that you felt being so close to him sends shivers down your spine at the sudden distance. A thousand unspoken apologies are painted on his face as he pulls his phone out of his pocket. He keeps the call short and sweet but the look of devastation is clear when he hangs up. “You have to go don’t you?”

He nods. “I’m so sorry. We can—we need to talk about this I know. And I promise we will. I just—I need to take care of this.” He doesn’t want to leave, not like this. Even if he knows you understand. Justin presses a kiss to the side of your head and whispers another “I’m sorry” leaving you in the room to think about what just happened.

You walk around the empty parking lot until you reach your car, letting out a deep sigh at the thought of what the conversation with him is going to look like after this. You need to be mentally prepared for good news, bad news and everything in between.

He is the sun after all. And sometimes when you stand too close, you might get burned. And maybe, just maybe, you’d avoid the burn altogether and bask in the warmth as long as you can.

[sideofluck]

do we know if matt has like done any girls dirty. Is there any stories about him during talking stage/hookup/dating. Im hoping he isnt just some asshole lol

I'll give you the rundown of some of the girls publicly linked to him, though there's also other gossip floating around about girls allegedly going on dates with him on here... however, I don't know how much truth there is to it since it's all stated anonymously with no actual proof.

Last summer, an influencer-model, @/bentleymescall posted him on her IG story. They participated in a volleyball tournament together, and, of course, people were freaking out. Most assumed they were just friends - I thought they might have been talking or getting to know each other with the potential to date. But nothing came of it, and not long after, Bentley ended up getting a boyfriend, whom she is still with.

He went on a date with @/sophialacorteee which might be old news to most of you. This also unfolded last summer. Here's the original post, which pretty much explains it all. The person who originally posted it on Reddit also mentioned that she was pretty obsessed with him before they deleted everything.

It’a kind of funny because before I found out about their date, I remember he was the first to unfollow her too 💀.

Earlier this year, another influencer-model, @/sinslaz tried alluding to being connected to him. This was back in January when they played against the Hurricanes, and she uploaded a photo of him to her story. Obviously, people were quick to assume things.

At the time, I also thought this might meant there might have been something more serious going on... but looking back, I kind of feel nothing was even going on between them and she just posted it to get his attention (they're mutuals on IG), and that was probably her way of shooting her shot with him or seeing if he'd take the bait LOL. Regardless, nothing came of this either.

Another girl was @/avasautter, most people on here probably just know her as "ballet girl." There were speculations about them for a while, but the only "evidence" people had was:

He liked her photos.

His sister Alley followed her.

Then, out of nowhere, she reposted something on TikTok about the stereotype of hockey players ghosting girls. People immediately assumed it was about Matt.

Then a few months later, she posted a shady TikTok indirecting him, but dropped some pretty obvious hints, and then confirmed herself that it was about Matt in the comments. This was during the whole TikTok ban trend era (which barely lasted 24 hours... LOL).

She also posted another TikTok after this, saying, “I guess the internet knows about my love life now.” Someone asked in the comments, “Did you get played or ghosted?” obviously reffering to Rempe. Her reply? “I don’t even know myself.”

It wasn't clarified, but you can easily put together that he must have played her or led her on in some way. They're still mutuals on IG, a long with his sister, though.

So most of what people had pieced together about them possibly talking or dating turned out to be true. But even if you estimate the timeframe they were seeing each other, he was still active on dating apps, following new girls, and liking their pictures, so it was hard to tell how serious their relationship actually was.

Edit: Forgot to mention she deleted both of her videos after a few days. The hockey stereotypes repost is still up on her profile.

[pinescent-and-gingerbread]

Hello, can I request Arthur x fem!Reader?

I was thinking of this: reader tries to teach how to play guitar to Arthur but it'll be kinda chaotic,something sweet and fun. I had this idea while listening to Javier singing cielito lindo.

Byee <3

࣪ ˖✧ Musical Interlude

✦ Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader ✦ Warnings/tags: None/pure fluff and silliness. ✦ Words: 1,9k ✦ a/n: Alright here it is, I hope you'll like it! NB: I made Arthur right-handed in this when canonically he seems to be ambidextrous; just thought it would be more convenient this way. As a guitar player myself, I loved writing this! (Arthur's pic is from my playthrough, guitar's pic from interest.)

Lately, life had been a little bit easier at camp. People were well-fed thanks to Mr. Pearson and the boys hunting copious amounts of animals, the swamps right next to Shady Belle providing unexpected resources like shrimps, alligator's eggs, or even 'gators themselves if one was bold enough to hunt them (which was definitely the case for some of the risk-takers in the gang.).

Jack had been saved and safely returned to his mother by John, Dutch, and Arthur a few days ago, and it definitely participated in keeping the mood bright and cheerful since his return party.

You were in a particularly happy mood yourself on this sunny afternoon, sitting on one of the boxes around the main campfire, tents and the usual mess of belongings specific to every camp containing a large amount of people surrounding you, making you feel at home. You liked this heterogeneous gathering of people's stuff; Hosea's book next to Dutch's almost extinguished cigar, little rocks Jack had gathered next to Charle's arrows, a half-eaten plate of stew abandoned there by John next to a letter that was probably Lenny's.

You liked this funny combination of objects; it made the camp feel full of life, homey, and convivial. It made you feel even more joyful.

"Hey Javier, you in the mood for a duo ?" You asked your charming Hispanic companion who had just finished eating on the big log around the campfire, putting his plate away.

"Always, mi princesa." The man happily answered, grabbing his guitar and yours that was carefully tidied just behind his and Uncle's banjo. He handed it to you, a big smile on his face.

You grabbed your instrument and placed it on your lap, left hand naturally placing itself around its neck, fingers pressing on the strings to warm them up a bit. Javier and you had always loved playing together; playing an instrument was already funny in normal times, but with another musician, it was even better. You could share the music, talk with each other in a language known only by artists, respond and play with each other in notes and phrases.

The dark-haired man had started playing an upbeat strumming, a fast, gypsy-like rhythm. You liked it, he was carrying you to allow you to solo on his rhythm. You gladly obliged, little grin on your face as your fingers danced on the neck, your other hand skillfully picking the right string every time, creating a harmonious melody on top of your friend's notes.

Some of the other members had gathered around you to listen, some whistling along as you played. Uncle was having the time of his life listening to you both, clapping his hands in rhythm. In the little group watching the show you were putting on, you noticed Arthur, subtle smile on his face, sipping on a cup of coffee, arms half-crossed. God, he was so beautiful even just like this, on a simple afternoon at camp, blue eyes bright with the light of the sun, light brown hair matching a sandy color flannel he had rolled up his elbows. You almost lost your rhythm when your eyes lingered on his bare forearms, and you quickly focused back on what you were doing, a sheepish little smile on your face.

After a prolonged moment of musical interlude, Javier thanked you and went back on with his day, explaining something about going fishing, which didn't surprise you. You were strumming mindlessly now, playing a little melody that was coming to you on the spot instead of an actual song. Most of the gang members walked off, some started around the campfire with you. Of course, Uncle was the first to sit on the white chair next to Javier's green tent, the old man had almost taken up residence on it; then came Hosea, opening a book as often after lunch, and finally Arthur, who came sitting right next to you on the blue box next to the brown one you were sat on, his cup of coffee left emptied on the floor.

You smiled at him, happy he wanted to rest for a while; it was rare for him to just come and sit by the fire, in fact, you were surprised he was even in camp on an afternoon at all, considering he was almost every day on a job or out hunting, coming back only for dinners and nights.

"Mr Morgan." You welcomed him with a sweet smile. Your mood was even brighter than before with him by your side.

"Miss Y/N..." He greeted you back, shifting a bit on the box, as if he was getting nervous. "You an' Javier play really well..." He began, deep voice drawling, always like he was taking his time to talk.

"Thanks, Arthur!" You claimed, genuinely happy he had liked it. With Arthur's usual poker face, it was sometimes hard to know what he was actually enjoying or not.

"I was wonderin'... Erm... Maybe..." He muttered under his breath, his eyes usually sharp and eager to make eye contact were now running away from yours. You could tell he was embarrassed, that piqued your curiosity and even softened your heart. He looked so cute like this.

"Yes...?" You inquired with an encouraging tone, offering him a reassuring smile, wanting him to understand he had nothing to feel embarrassed for.

"Maybe, you could show me some chords? I always wanted t' learn..." He probed you with a soft and interrogative tone. In a way, you had always liked how he acted more carefully and calmly around you.

"Oh! I would love to, Arthur." Your cheerful answer along with your enthusiasm made him crack up a big smile. Your heart felt lighter at this sight.

You gently offered him your instrument, placing it on his own lap.

"Alright, so. When you're right-handed, you put your left hand on the neck, and your right one on the strings." You explained to him, Arthur placing his hands where you told him, holding your guitar as carefully as if it was a newborn.

"Perfect. Now you need to pinch the strings to make a chord. For that, your fingers need to press this way-" You showed him by gesturing your fingers, curling them in the position they were supposed to have on the guitar. "What's good with you is that you already have calloused hands, so it won't hurt too much when pressing the strings."

Arthur tried to place them as you showed, but every time he tried he kept on letting them fall flat on the other strings; which made you laugh a bit.

"You need to curl them more, Arthur, or else we won't hear all the strings." You instructed him, and he chuckled a bit himself.

"Ah, this is more difficult than I thought..." He confessed in an amused tone, making fun of his own inexperience.

"Don't worry, you'll get used to it. Just... Put them..." You bent over to him and gently used both your hands to make him properly grab the neck, and place his fingers how you wanted. "...This way."

Arthur tried to hold this position but it just felt so unnatural for his hand to be tensed like that. On top of that, your proximity and the soft touch of your fingers against his skin were definitely not helping making him more focused, not even mentioning how he could smell your delicate perfume when being close like this.

"A-Alright... Then ?" He asked you, trying to learn some more and focus back on the instrument, not his owner.

"Then, you strum the strings with your right hand, from up to down at first." You explained head tilted towards said hand, waiting for him to make a move.

Arthur did as you told, his fingers strumming way too hard, resulting in a horrible dissonant chord considering most of his fingers had moved on his left hand. You couldn't hold back a laugh at the sound he had made, and he followed you, feeling so ridiculous right now.

"Ah, damnit..."

"Arthur, you don't have to beat up the damn guitar!" You joked in between giggles, unable to contain yourself at the sight of the great Arthur Morgan struggling to play an instrument.

"This... Damned thing is sneaky; thought it was easy when lookin' at ya..." He mumbled, obviously frustrated by not succeeding, but also still a little amused at himself, the corner of his lips curling in a slight grin.

"Told you, you'll get used to it. You just have to keep playin'..."

As if to prove he could do it, Arthur tried again, but his index finger had moved again and was pinching the wrong string. When he tried strumming again, less softly, the chord began nicely, and both of you smiled triumphantly... Until the last string, when a terrible bum note ruined all his efforts.

You looked into his eyes, mouth trembling as you forced yourself not to burst out in laughter; he looked so frustrated, but the moment his eyes crossed yours, you both succumbed and exploded in a cacophony of laughing.

Hosea and Uncle had turned their head to your improbable duo, the sight of Arthur trying his best but miserably failing at hitting the good notes making them laugh too. Hosea's gaze caught yours, with this small knowing grin so typical of him, and you blushed a bit. Was it that obvious that you were spending the best afternoon trying to teach your beloved outlaw to play your favorite instrument?

"Y/N, I think it's useless, I'm way too shitty at this..." He admitted, a small but deep chuckle escaping from his chest.

"No no no, I told you before, you just need some practice. Look..."

You got up from the box and placed yourself right in front of him, grabbing each of his hands with each of yours. With your right one, you positioned his index and middle fingers properly to play the simplest chord, the E minor.

With your right hand, you gently guided his from up to down, making the tips of his fingers gently brush every string.

The chord finally ended up sounding right from start to finish, and Arthur let out a triumphant and sharp "Ah!", looking genuinely so happy it sounded good. You smiled fondly at him. How could a so violent and rough man look so adorable and goofy right now?

"See? You can do it." You asserted him, looking up at him in the eyes.

"Thank you miss, you did all the work..." He acknowledged, still smiling, the subtlest red covering his cheeks.

In the background, Hosea and Uncle were looking at each other with this specific look that was saying "There's definitely something between these two but we're not going to say anything".

You and Arthur spend another long moment trying to make him learn the simplest chords, those that require only two or three fingers. You two would crack up smile and laugh every time he would play a wrong chord, and honestly, it was the best day for you both in a long time.

As the sun was setting down, Arthur sighed deeply, realizing he hadn't done anything considered productive yet, spending his afternoon playing with you. He slowly handed you back your guitar, a gentle expression on his face.

"Thank you for your patience, darlin'. I don't know how you're dealin' with this awful skills of mine..."

"Come on, you've made some progress! Keep on training, Arthur. I'm sure you'll soon be the most famous player in the West, on top of being its fastest gunslinger. " You encouraged him, face as pleasant and lovely as a sweet peach on a hot summer day.

Your words made Arthur snort a last amused chuckle.

"You're puttin' too much hope on me, Miss." He concluded with an amused smile before leaving you, heart lighter, ideas brighter than when he had begun his day.

Arthur knew he wouldn't be very talented at guitar, but he also was certain he was going to ask you to teach him again some other day, and he would make sure to play more wrong notes, just to have the sweet opportunity to feel your tender touch on him again.

[captainventi]

Stars On Ice

Love is in the air — or not? "Love and Ice" seems like the perfect theme for a Valentine's Day episode of the figure skating show. But maybe the showrunners got ahead of themselves? Can the participants, who have been skating together for less than a month, really pull it off?

Episode 2. I Love You As Much As Someone Like Me Can Love Anyone (Galavant OST)

Pairing: celebrity!Caleb x figure skater!MC

Synopsis: Choreographing together a love-themed routine with your childhood friend — talk about peak awkward. Still, what better excuse to explore a more creative side of yourself?

CW: figure skating!au, fluff, friends to whatever the hell it will be

Notes: this is the second episode of caleb's plotline in the figure skating!au. the first one, along with other plotlines, can be found here. caleb is the renowned baseball player, and his figure skating pipsqueak was his childhood neighbor and sports college friend. dividers by @/saradika-graphics

"Looks like our plan to keep the season themed around 'Fifty Shades of Friendship' is about to face its first real challenge," Caleb says, scrolling through the latest update from the showrunners while absentmindedly playing with my hair. I'm sprawled on the couch, my head resting on his thigh like it owns this place.

"Hm? They’ve announced the theme?" I glance up at him and can’t help but notice how oddly funny his chin looks from this angle.

"Yep. 'Love and Ice'. Hope you're mentally prepared to waltz with me to Ed Sheeran or something equally syrupy," he teases. I picture how we’d totally turn that into a parody of ourselves, and can’t help snorting into his sweatpants.

"I’ve had my fair share of sappy waltzes in my solo career. Not as many as the deep, tear-jerking Einaudi pieces, but still. At least they let me do those. Tango, though, was strictly off-limits. Didn’t fit the image..."

"I remember. I’ve got all your programs memorized," his hand brushes gently across my cheek. "Want to close that chapter, pipsqueak?"

"Dance a tango with you?" I ask hesitantly. "I mean, I’m not against it, but doesn’t that kind of mean we’re caving to the show’s demands? We did agree to keep pushing the 'strictly friends' agenda, right? And this would be... a strictly platonic tango. Tango a la bro."

"And why not? Sounds like a fresh concept," he shrugs casually.

"But what if people start gossiping or reading into it?"

"Oh, come on, we know better than anyone what’s really going on between us," he leans in just a bit, eyes meeting mine. "What does it matter what they say, if you know perfectly well there’s a loud, echoing nothing in the romance department?"

I stay silent. Technically, he's not wrong, but something about how he phrased it makes my stomach twist a little. And I think he knows that, too — at least on some level — even if he didn’t mean anything by it.

"We can always make it ridiculous. Do it our way," he adds more gently, like he’s trying to make up for the awkward beat.

"The most cursed tango this side of the Seven Seas?"

"Exactly. Something like squirrel tango from Ice Age 3, for instance."

I burst out laughing and reach up, trying to grab his nose. He scrunches his face and dodges, but despite our little scuffle, he doesn’t move my head from his leg. A gentleman, clearly.

"Weren’t we going to finish Galavant?" I ask, wiggling around a little to get comfy again. Convenient, when your friend offers you a lap as a personal pillow. Warm, cozy, and cheaper than memory foam.

"You’ve got the strength for one more episode? All righty," he says, starting up the next one. Then he grabs a chip from the bag and brings it to my lips like he’s teasing me. I laugh and bite it out of his fingers, gently nipping his finger too.

"Ouch. So you’re a biter, huh... Wait."

He freezes suddenly, his ears picking up on the rhythm of a song — the duet between Galavant and Queen Madalena. I listen for a second too and realize what’s got his attention.

It’s a tango. And a really cursed one.

The costume department should be thanking us: making medieval parody outfits is definitely easier than sewing squirrel suits. And it turns out Caleb looks absurdly good in a doublet. Honestly, the whole lovesick knight aesthetic suits him alarmingly well — even when Madalena is breaking it to him in no uncertain terms, he still refuses to believe she’s heartless. Caleb glances at my costume, gives me a once-over, and says:

"You know, pips, for all our efforts to stick to the friendship narrative, I’m afraid there’s no getting around the fact that you look hot. Don’t read into it — just an objective observation."

"Come on, let’s go get ready for our skate, Mr. Objective," I mutter, hoping he won’t notice how red my face just got.

If Caleb hadn’t gone into baseball, he could’ve made a killing as a comedic actor — we've already figured that out during rehearsals. But now, under the lights, in that costume, he is Galavant — right down to the puppy-dog eyes and dramatic flinches at Madalena’s cruel lines, each woven perfectly into the choreography. He worked hard to get every expression right so the whole thing flows like a story. I’m doing my best to keep up, and I have to admit, the process of building this number has been more fun than I expected.

Truth be told, I’d always wanted to try tango — to explore a darker, more passionate and maybe even cynical side of myself. During my competitive years, I wasn’t allowed to show that kind of thing on the ice. Judges and audiences liked the delicate, ethereal image I had at the Olympics. Any shift from that would’ve been a disaster — or so the coaches told me.

But now? I’m not skating for anyone’s national pride anymore. I can let the sharp edges show. I can be the version of myself my close ones knew — Caleb included.

And with him, it all comes out naturally.

This time, he doesn’t crack a single joke mid-performance. Doesn’t throw off his breathing. Every lift is precise, careful, like I’m the most precious thing in his world — a menace, sure, but still precious. There’s still a bit of his usual looseness in the solo moves, but we’ll work through it later. If we make it to the next round (and we have to, with a performance like this), we’ll have time. And even if we don’t — who says we can’t keep skating together just for fun, on some random rink...

But that’s later. For now, a line from Galavant’s song lingers in the air, unanswered:

“I mean, I love that it’s meaningless fun.”

“So basically... you love me?”

[misshoneyimhome]

500 FOLLOWERS FESTIVAL

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’re going to forget that guy's name” I Simon Benoit*

Summary; When Benny sees you talking to your ex-fiancé, leaving you feeling nauseous and angry, there's only one thing he wants and needs to do: make you forget all about him.

Tropes & warnings; Simon Benoit x reader; Smut 18+; oral sex (f receiving - because, of course!), fingering, unprotected sex (p in v), cum inside;

Other notes; So, finally arriving at this next stop for my 500 celebrations! 🥳 As always, thank you so much for participating 🍾 And this one, goes out to the one and only babe, @nylwnder 🤍✨ You wished for some hot, steamy Benny - and I hope I've delivered 💕

Word count; 2.2K

Taglist; @couldawouldashoulda50 @findapenny@justwanderingbutneverlost @cixrosie

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Simon Benoit was way too confident and charming for his own good. Every time you saw him at the rink, he had a crowd around him, effortlessly grabbing attention with his easy smile and quick wit. There was no denying he was funny and, more importantly, attractive—those sparkling grey/blue eyes and that charming grin had definitely caught your eye more than once. But his cockiness? That was something you just couldn’t get past.

It wasn’t that he was unkind or harmful. Actually, he was quite the opposite. Simon always had a kind word for the fans, took time for autographs, and rarely seemed to lose his cool—well, except during the intense hockey matches, but that’s on the ice, so it doesn’t really count. Generally, you found all hockey players overly confident, with Simon being the most of all. His swagger, the way he seemed so sure of himself on and off the ice, was just a bit too much for your liking.

Yet, despite all this, there was something about him that you couldn’t ignore. Maybe it was the way he laughed, a deep, genuine sound that made you want to laugh along with him. Or maybe it was the way he looked at you, with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine—paired with his sweet French-Canadian accent when he spoke. Whatever it was, it was enough to keep him on your mind, even when you had tried to write him off as just another cocky hockey player.

Simon, on the other hand, had been hooked on you even before you volunteered for the Easter Seals Skate event. He had noticed you before, always at the rink, often involved with some kind of MLSE event. But it was at the Easter Seals event that you really caught his attention.

Your smile was wide and infectious, lighting up the room and drawing people towards you like moths to a flame. Your laughter, a sweet melody, echoed through the air, breaking even the most serious faces into grins. And the way you were with the children and the rest of the group—so caring, so patient—had amazed him. He watched as you knelt down to their level, listened to their stories, and cheered them on with genuine enthusiasm. It was clear you weren’t just there to volunteer; you genuinely cared.

Every time Simon saw you interact with the kids, his admiration for you grew, and he couldn’t help but be drawn to your warmth and compassion. There was just something about your demeanour, a quiet strength and kindness that stood out amidst the usual hustle and bustle of the rink. And from that moment on, you were never far from his thoughts.

Especially after the event, later in the evening, when Simon coincidentally met you at a small local coffee shop. He noticed you sitting by the window alone, hands wrapped around a steaming mug, lost in thought. So, gathering his courage, he approached and asked if he could join you. And to his delight, you smiled and gestured to the empty seat across from you.

While you were initially hesitant to get closer to the hockey guys, who often exuded overtly confidence, it was comforting to have a familiar face to share such an emotional day. The truth was, these children and people held a special place in your heart, having grown up with family members facing challenges. So, when the chance came to combine your love for hockey with your dedication to this group of people, it was an easy decision to get involved.

And as the conversation flowed effortlessly, you found yourself suddenly opening up to Simon. You shared stories about your childhood, your passion for helping those in need, and your experiences working in communities where children needed care. You even talked about your failed engagement, something you rarely discussed, and how it had shaped your current path.

Simon listened intently, his eyes never leaving yours. He was genuinely interested, asking questions, and offering insights that made you feel understood and appreciated. And as the coffee date turned into more coffee dates—days turning into weeks—you found yourself eagerly anticipating these informal meetings. You and Simon fell into a natural rhythm, meeting up often and sharing laughter, inside jokes, and a connection that surpassed mere acquaintances.

Furthermore, the flirtation between you two was undeniable. Each encounter left you both buzzing with anticipation and desire. The playful banter, the lingering touches, the way his gaze would linger on you just a moment too long—it all added to the mounting tension. And before long, you were both on the edge of bursting, the sexual attraction almost overwhelming.

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However, what had seemed to sparkle soon faded one night after a victorious win, when Simon noticed you talking to a man near the rink's exit. From a distance, he observed your expression change from initial politeness to frustration and anger. And by the time the conversation ended, your smile had vanished, replaced by a tight jaw and a steely glare in your eyes. Concerned, Simon hurried through his post-game routine, eager to find out what had upset you.

And as soon as he finished in the locker room, he sought you out. Worry etched across his face; he asked what had happened. With a heavy sigh, you explained that the man was your ex-fiancé, and the encounter had dredged up painful memories, leaving you frustrated and irritated.

Simon's heart didn’t just ache for you; it burned with a fierce protectiveness. He wanted to erase every hurtful word, every painful memory. So, leaning in close, his voice low and determined, he whispered huskily, “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’re going to forget that guy's name”.

You felt a shiver down your spine as his breath tickled your earlobe, his words and growl causing you to clench your thighs together. Though you hadn’t yet shared that kind of passion with him, you knew you were longing for it. Maybe even more than he did.

And that night, Simon's promise became reality. The moment you stepped into his apartment, the tension between you exploded into a frenzy of heated kisses and urgent touches. Simon's hands explored your body, pulling you closely as he memorised every curve, every sensation of your skin under his fingertips. Clothes were hastily discarded, forming a trail leading to his bedroom, as his lips only parted from yours when absolutely necessary.

Simon tasted exactly as you'd imagined. His kisses were intoxicating, a blend of sweetness and raw desire that made your head spin. Every touch, every caress, ignited a fire within you that only he could satisfy. And completely lost in the moment, you surrendered to the overwhelming passion that had been building between you for so long.

As you entered his bedroom, Simon gently guided you onto the bed. His eyes, filled with lust and need, gazed down at you as he hovered above, his warm breath against your skin murmuring words of desire and reassurance. His hands moved purposefully, exploring every part of you, massaging your breaths as he elicited gasps and moans that fuelled his own arousal.

And he took his time, relishing each moment and sensation. His mouth traced a path of fiery kisses down your body, causing you to arch and writhe beneath him. And when he finally paused at the inside of your thighs, locking eyes with you with a knowing smirk, the anticipation became almost unbearable. Keeping steady contact with you while his breath got closer to your most intimate core, wrapping his strong arms around your thighs, it felt like a floodgate had opened.

His sensual motion with his tongue overwhelmed you with pleasure, each kiss, each lick bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Clutching the sheets on either side of your head, you whispered Simon's name in breathless pleas, your body responding in ways you had never felt before. His skilled mouth worked wonders between your legs, teasing your clit and probing your entrance with his talented tongue. Then adding his long fingers to the mix, he effortlessly slid them inside you, gently stretching you with each determined pump. And it didn't take long before you clenched around his digits, letting your first orgasm wash over you.

"Oh yes," you moaned loudly, eyes shut tight as your back arched, feeling the rush take over, your toes curling and your breath catching in your throat.

Simon felt immensely satisfied with the moans and reactions he evoked from you. And as he continued to explore your sensitive flesh with his mouth, he found himself unable to restrain his own desire. Your honey was so delicious to him, and he eagerly delved deeper, his beard becoming soaked with your juices. Then curling his fingers inside you, increasing his pace, he drove you to another climax, pushing you to the brink of overstimulation.

Your body trembled beneath him, waves of pleasure crashing over you, leaving you breathless and yearning for more. And Simon's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched you unravel under his touch. Every gasp, every moan fuelled his desire to pleasure you further, while his own throbbing member begged for attention.

So, with a determined growl, he shifted position, withdrawing his fingers and mouth from your heat to capture your lips in a passionate kiss. The taste of your essence mixed with the heat of his mouth created a heady combination that left you dizzy with desire. Simon's hands roamed your body once more, touching and teasing until you were left trembling beneath him, completely undone. 

"Please," a whisper escaped your lips, fingers gripping firmly in his dark hair. "Please, I want to feel you." And your plea only spurred Simon on.

Kneeling on the mattress, he positioned himself between your legs, leaning over your form. And the anticipation was almost unbearable as his cock stood proudly and ready, droplets of pre-cum glistening. You could feel it pressing against you, and you instinctively arched your hips, silently urging him to fill you. Simon's gaze locked with yours, silently promising what was to come, before he then guided the tip of his length to your entrance, pushed inside and filling you completely.

"Oh," you moaned again, hands gripping onto his shoulders, nails lightly creating indentations in his skin.

It felt heavenly. And as Simon began to rock his hips, the sensation was exquisite—a perfect blend of pleasure and connection that left you breathless. He moved with a rhythm that spoke of experience and care, his thrusts deep and steady, each one bringing you closer and closer to another peak.

Yet, a part of you wanted more. Needed more. And he was eager to give it to you. 

"Ben," you whispered breathlessly, a moan mixed in. "Turn me around."

It was a position you had always enjoyed, and one that gave Simon the power to exert force.

So, with a grin on his handsome face, he withdrew his length, used his strong arms to spin you around, lifted your hips, and entered you again. The new angle was perfect, allowing him to penetrate deeper, each thrust more powerful than the last.

Supporting yourself on your elbows, you felt the intensity growing, Simon's pace quickening as he gripped your hips, his fingers pressing into your flesh. The room was filled with the sound of skin against skin, mixed with your moans and heavy breaths of exertion. You felt completely at his mercy, your skin glistering in sweat mixed with his, each movement sending waves of pleasure through your body.

Your hands clenched the sheets beneath you, back arching as you pushed back against him, matching his rhythm. The connection between you was electric, every motion synchronised, every sensation heightened, as Simon's name escaped your lips in a mantra of desire and need.

Then leaning forward, his chest against your back, Simon's lips brushed your ear as he whispered, "You feel so fucking incredible. I'm never letting you go."

And his words, combined with the relentless pace, quickly pushed you to the brink once more. The pleasure built to an overwhelming peak. And with one final, powerful thrust, you shattered around him, waves of ecstasy crashing over you in an intense orgasm.

"Oh yes!" you moaned louder than expected. Simon had pressed every single one of your buttons, sending your mind into ecstasy.

As you tightened your muscles around his sensitive shaft, Simon followed suit, letting out a deep moan as he released his milk inside you, his body trembling with the intensity of his climax. He collapsed against your back, both of you breathless and spent, enveloped in the aftermath of your shared passion.

Then lying there together, still connected, Simon placed gentle kisses along your spine, his touch tender and soothing. A profound sense of contentment washed over you, the weight of the past lifted and replaced by the warmth and connection you felt with him.

Turning your head, you met his gaze, a soft smile playing on your lips. "I think it worked... I think I've already forgotten his name."

Simon chuckled, wrapping his arms around you, and pulling you close. "Good," he murmured in a deep growl. "Because you're mine now."

Drifting off to sleep in his embrace, you knew this was the start of something beautiful, something worth cherishing with all your heart.

[the-blossica-fan]

Greetings!

I recently got Joe and I put him in the Wilderness since I managed to get ALL the islands and buildings from the 2.0 event.

Of course, he encountered Isolde and that got me thinking. Since players tend to pick and select people into certain teams (ex. Burn Team, Poison team, FUA team, etc...), some characters are often placed on the same team together. In this case, Joe and Isolde tend to be placed in the same team due to their Burn mechanic.

My sister and I discussed about this briefly then she whipped out this drawing:

Joe and Isolde is my sister's BROTP (since she headcannons J as AroAce). She imagined that Joe can smith an amulet that can ward of spirits as a present for Isolde since Isolde has this line:

What do you think Joe and Isolde's interactions would be like especially since they are most likely placed in the same missions by the Timekeeper?

I love the BROTP because I can imagine J calling Isolde bro and after a while, she also calls him bro, the bros 🔥🔥

BEAUTIFUL ART, I love I adore it I devour it, no crumbs left I ATE it. Shootout to your sister for being so epic.

I think Isolde and J would be very distant, mixing in the fact that Spathodea would also be in that burn team, so Isolde would not participate much in the conversations.

J would, of course, compliment and try to talk to her because he's just like that, he talks to girls a lot and means good so eventually, Isolde would start replying to his words with more enthusiasm.

She mentions to him the ghosts and how they affect her daily life and J just can't leave a bro hanging! After hearing about an amulet to ward off the ghosts, he decides to make one for Isolde to gift to her during her birthday and Isolde is ecstatic. Well, it's not noticeable but you can see it in the way her eyes sparkle and her voice trembles slightly.

The ghosts are no longer a problem thanks to J, who offers a fist bump (he had to teach her what it is)

It's quite funny because they're both close friends and drink tea together (he may drink tea but sometimes he drinks plain ol coffee), but there's this motorcycle man and a pretty dainty woman calling each other bro.

J: How's it going bro? Is the amulet working for you?

Isolde: I am doing well, your amulet has granted me peace, now I can truly rest and enjoy life... Bro?

J: BWHAHAHAHAHA YES! Bro!

Isolde is embarrassed once someone points that out because well, not very lady-like words from her, but J appreciates the effort. He did offer to take her on a ride around the wilderness, not the best idea (Nausea took over Isolde)

Now imagine him trying to help Isolde win over Kakania now that she has an amulet and is mentally stable, he gives her the most corny pick up lines while Kakania is like ._.

[itsenytime]

A Sword, A Knight, and A Reunion: Emergent Roleplay

I was constantly compelled by the usage of emergent roleplay that existed throughout the Balloon SMP run. One of the most gripping moments for me was watching woops start to hear voices and then start to talk to his sword. This turned into such a big and emotional story arc through Act 2 and ended up making me cry a few times. This will have spoilers for the woops POV of the Balloon SMP. Some information was gleamed from woops talking about the SMP after the Finale and others was gleamed through his VODs.

The conclusion of Act 1 had some incredibly dire consequences to everyone involved, especially those at the center of it all. Swindy’s concept art for woops ended up leading to some great work by Shelly to take an idea from woops and breathe (literal) life into it.

The rising action of woops learning about the sword and the spirit within became so enthralling, especially during the time in the Nether where the writing and bonding was very intense. It was so natural and gripping as woops continued to be willing to learn and (as we learn) Syr begins to open up more as time continues.

The work by woops and Shelly also made sure to include an important thing that I will end up talking about a lot in posts: always having a sense of humor. There was a lot of funny little riffs and jabs throughout it, as well as great moments of not understanding the change in customs and technology between the time periods. Humor is such an important tool in helping develop characters and gave a charm to Syr while also lending levity to a rather dire reality.

Through woops and Syr, as well as development of other story arcs of Cormus, we see amazing emergent roleplay. As I understand from what has been said by woops and others, a lot of what is developed and occurs was mainly through emergent roleplay. There was a good basis of lore already developed and ready to use, but through the player’s actions and the wonderful work of the team behind it, an incredible story arc regarding Cormus was allowed to grow.

Continuing to follow woops’ arc with Syr, we get to the climax of this tale. Accompanied by Robby and ‘Gandalf’ at the burial site of Perhel, woops and Syr fought to give Perhel a true warriors death. Although the outcome wasn’t as expected, woops and Perhel both dying in the end lead to another amazing emergent moment that video game based roleplay frankly lends itself to well, the unexpected.

Usage of video game roleplay lends itself well to the unexpected, fast paced improvisation, and amazing emergent roleplay. Good background, planning, and flexibility allows players to help write the story for you. Be a participant and help guide them, collaborate, and it will only make things so much better for everyone involved. Sometimes (constantly) things will not go the way you foresaw, but letting it grow and change naturally will always make for a better story and a better time for everyone involved and watching.

Work with your players and they'll give you the world (quite literally in this case).

~ Eny

[mayadoesfandomstuff]

Every time I see the stardew valley fishing mini-game discourse, I always remember how the first time I got my friends to play stardew valley with me (only one of them ever playing it before), they all sucked at the fishing mini-game (except veteran player friend) and kept complaining about it and me and other friend just told them to just keep trying and they'll get better eventually. One day, it seemed like they had enough of sucking the whole week and decided to take matters into their own hands.

I wake up at like almost 5 in the morning and find that they're all still awake in discord and their status looked like they were playing sdv which wasn't out of the ordinary because we would spend hours late at night playing together so I didn't thought much of it so I joined call to see if they wanted to load up the co-op farm because I hosted it. Turns out, they didn't need me to load up the farm because they were already in another farm training their fishing skill.

I walk in to the discord call with all of them on a beach farm with cabins dotted around near different points of interest with water, being taught by my veteran sdv player friend the ways of getting gud at fishing but that's not the most random thing about this. No, that would totally be normal. The weirdest thing is that they all had this whole uniformed get-up where they all had different colored mohawks and apparently had been fishing every single day until they nearly pass out each night and refuse to go to any of the town events. They were just. fishing.

Day in and day out, just wake up, get to the nearest body of water and fish. The only person they've ever talked to was Wily and the only place in town they ever go to regularly is just the fishing spots and never interact with any of the other members of the town. Just fish.

Of course, I did what every sane person would do at 5 am in the morning and joined them fishing. After I joined, we ended up making lore, and so it was established that all four of us was in a nearly-isolated fishing cult that only came to town after one of our members' grandfather passed away and gave the farm. It was amazing. We would wake up, fish, put everything in the shipping bin, then go back to sleep. Often times, in the nearest bed which was in a trailer cabin where all four of us would huddle up. I forgot to take screenshots of this time in the cult, but we were building up more and more lore about how we worshiped some croc god and that's why we kept fishing and that we don't trust outsiders except Linus, a fellow believer of nature. The alligator god is partly inspired by how the corner of one of the sections of the farm looked like a croc.

One day. I thought it would be funny to participate at least participate in the flower dance so all of us decided to get out of our self-imposed isolation and finally join the community for once and it was extremely disconcerting. We didn't talk to anyone there except for Linus and we only talked with Mayor Lewis so we could be allowed to join the festivities. And that we did.

And that's the story about how my friends went from totally sucking at the fishing mini-game to being masters at fishing, and in fact, even preferring it to most parts of the game. They've also become the masters of fishing in most other servers they're a part of and they encourage their friends to keep fishing for money as well, albeit without the isolated cult who worships the croc god and does nothing but fish until their body breaks every single day.

[gorgon-goddess-of-chaos]

Terror

Damien is absolutely a scaredy cat and I mean that in the most affectionate way possible. Also the irony is not lost on me for the reasoning for hating horror movies.

Damien x GN!Reader, TW: none Words: 583

Damien sees you sifting through DVDs on the couch and he groans, wiping his face with his hand.

“It is that day, gosh darn it…”

“Mhmm. You promised!”

“And I am starting to wish I had not…”

He had promised to watch one horror movie with you, which is more than you thought you were going to get from him considering how much he hates horror. You’re not going to be cruel about it since you don’t really want to psychologically scar him, but it’s going to be a little scary. You flip through your DVD binders, looking for a B-rated movie, or something that will hopefully get more laughs than actual scares. 

“Why do you hate horror movies so much?”

“Darling, I saw Jekyll and Hyde when it came out, and after that I decided it was not for me. Not to mention I was not particularly a fan of the idea of one man having an inner battle between two people on whether to be a hero and save people, or a villain that harms innocents.”

“Well, alright. Here, this one didn’t get great reviews and should be a little funny. Ease you into horror.”

Damien sighs with relief.

“I appreciate you not throwing me into the deep end, dearheart.”

“Why would I? I’m hoping this won’t be the only time you’ll watch one of these with me!”

“Oh dear…”

You stand up and give him a quick kiss, putting the DVD into the video player. After the player whirs to life, you return to the couch, throwing a blanket over your legs as Damien sits next to you. On the table is a small spread of snacks, and you pull the bowl of popcorn into your lap. Damien puts a blanket around his shoulders, trying to relax into the couch cushions. His arm rests over your shoulders, and you can feel how tense his muscles are against your skin.

“Deep breaths, Damien. I’ll turn it off if you get too scared.”

“No… I am a grown man. I just- dislike uncanny humanoids…”

“Well you’re not alone, otherwise they wouldn’t use it as the premise for the movie.”

“Fair enough.”

As the movie continues, you hold one of his hands in yours while he uses the other to occasionally hide behind, peeking between his fingers. All things considered, the occasional chuckle at the jokes eases your chances of convincing him into another movie. You do eventually get him to lay his head in your lap, combing your fingers through his hair and turning his head away from the screen when something scary happens on screen, pulling his focus back to you. He opens his mouth for you to drop popcorn in, and he laughs as you comply.

“If this is the treatment I receive just for participating in a scary movie night, perhaps I can be convinced into a second date.”

“Oh can you now?”

“Unless I start shaking in terror at the spooks on screen, I will be alright.”

Damien takes your hand and presses kisses to each of your knuckles, resting your palm against his lips as his attention turns back to the screen. You feel him jump and hide under the blanket as a jumpscare happens, and you can’t help but laugh a little bit as you calm him down again with some scalp scratches. 

“Alright, the monster’s gone, Dames.”

“I dislike the scares immensely.”

“That’s not terribly surprising considering you’re hiding under the blanket right now.”

“Technicalities.”

[jodaaariel]

OKAY IM AWAKE NOW. SO. FAE/GAREPH DIVOCE. ahem .

so idk if you even know who this guy is but hes one of the true nightwings & has become a rather infamous character (despite being a faceless npc) among certain corners of the pyre fandom in recent years

the origins of gareph start around early 2020 within a group of competitive pyre players known as rite club. every week they get together and stream pyre & its a grand old time. i know this since im part of the server and actually participate in Rite Nite (the weekly stream) basically every week . its very fun and cool aside from like 2 guys thats sometimes pick on me a lil but overall its a fun chill time. anyways gareph. so ive been watching the old vods from like 2020 and at some point the creator of rite club made a mod that adds in several of the npc characters and makes them playable (namely Vispaleth of the accusers, Ra'ji of the fate, Vorfrit and Palmis of the beyonders, Xaxiana (or fred, as shes sometimes called. since there was a point where no one knew how to pronounce her name) of the chastity, Lady River of the pyrehearts, and of course.......gareph)

quite quickly the guy that hosts rite nite took a fancy to gareph, commenting on how nice-looking his raiments are. this became the start of an around 5-years-running Bit, that being that of gareph as "the most stylish man in the downside"

fast forward 5 years.

i dont remember EXACTLY when but maybe around late 2024? myself and the host guy began to butt heads a little because he started to throw shade on almer, commenting on how much less "stylish" she is compared to gareph (not his exact words but something to the effect of almer being inferior to gareph) (btw this is all like. a bit . we werent seriously mad at each other) this conflict since has died down but its important context for future events.

fast forward a bit more to maybe early 2025.

The Burger King Barker Saga.

so. something to note about rite nite is that its hosted on twitch, meaning you can redeem rewards for channel points. during ritenite, you are able to request certain characters/talismans/ect be used for certain amounts of coin (you can also summon falcon ron for ten thousand points but thats surprisingly irrelevant . i just wanted to mention it because its funny).

so one day. i dont remember when exactly, but one day this guy . Chewingdragon is his name ( i think??? hes since changed his username to the name of one of my ocs, who has also been relevant in rite nite but thats another whole story. anyways we are calling him chewingdragon)

so Chewingdragon makes a request. a very simple one, but a request that will alter the course of pyre fandom history forever.

"barker goes to burger king"

now, most ritenite requests are fairly simple and straightforward. "only use wyrms" "use xyz mastery" "only cursed talismans" ect.

chewingdragons requests, however, stood apart. they were heavily narrative-based.

over the course of several weeks this dude spun the most unhinged . fanfic? can i say fanfic? he basically wrote an entire crack-but-kinda-not-crack fic in a twitch chat and made the players act everything out. it was genuinely amazing to watch. when i say it went from 1 to 100 i am not kidding. from what i recall one of the first requests had players discussing what kind of products barker would use in her morning routine, and one of the last ones i remember involved almer puppeting around faes reanimated corpse (< we do not talk about that.)

other details of note that i remember: oralech was a lawyer and also married(?) to barker(?)*. barker and rukey were exes. or maybe volfred was the lawyer. i dont remember actually. dalbert was an evil cultist trying to get power from the Spirit Dimension(??) . ignarius, hedwyn and almer worked at burger king. at some point jodi got trapped in the spirit dimension. i think manleys house burned down at some point. (manley too i think) he would also request polls be made to determine who lives or dies in the story.

*i dont remember if they were married but i remember something to the effect of "barker is with oralech" and assumed it was meant romantically but i could be wrong

anyways i got off track. point is that this chewingdragon fellow has a knack for weaving the most insane and unhinged (compliment) narratives i have ever seen in my life and inflicting them upon unsuspecting exiles. (i would also like to mentione b4 i forget. that chewingdragon himself is a perfectly nice & chill guy as far as i know and i have nothing against him. just wanted to clarify that LOL)

eventually, however, these tales begun to die down per request of the host as they were starting to clog up the request queue and leave no room for others to make their own requests (i was also partly to blame as around this time i started making my own narrative-based requests, aka the Arker Bashpaws Saga, but thats another story) (actually i dont remember if this was before or after the gareph thing. whoops anyways)

and so marked the end of the chewingdragon era.

...or did it?

Fae/Gareph Divorce Arc (aka the whole point of this infodump)

at some point chewingdragon made a comeback, but chose to make more...casual? requests. but since its chewingdragon theres always some awful twist for the characters involved. i dont remember the exact details but he made a request like "almer and gareph fight for faes hand", with gareph playing the role of "alluring Bad Boy" and almer being the "underdog"

Gareph won.

so from what i remember from what CD wrote, after this gareph and fae became a couple & eventaully got married. at some point gareph becomes....not nice. i do not remember the exact wording aside from fae going through a "horrific marriage" & they also had 2 kids. eventually gareph straight up kicks fae out of the house leaving her homeless and jobless (and presumably having to also take care of two kids. unless gareph took custody of them. i dont remember). miserable, fae goes to a burger king(i think) where she finds almer working there. shes overjoyed and asks for another chance with almer but it turns out that almer is with none other than gareph now.!

roll credits.

heres some lemonade for you to enjoy while you process all of that

anyways. now while i have nothing against CD himself hes a neat guy n all, many of the plot events involving fae made me like. genuinely upset/uncomfortable. because i am oversensitive when it comes to my blorbos ('oh thats gore of my comfort character' but like. unironically. you may throw tomatoes if you wish)

however. one morning i was for whatever reason thinking about the fae/gareph thing and in my half-awake state my brain was like "lmao wouldnt good luck babe by chappel roan fit this so well". i thought this was absolutely hilarious and somehow managed to make an entire animatic in like 6 hours.

and here we are today.

thank you for coming to my tedtalk i hope you enjoyed reading all of that

also heres the alternate good ending where gareph loses the fight and everything is ok in the end (i was gonna draw almer beating up gareph but i got lazy sory)

WHOAAAAAAAA I APPRECIATE THIS SO MUCH. im so out of touch with modern pyrefandom this beautiful saga went down and i didnt know...... so THANK YOU FOR YOUR INTREPID REPORTING. i hope it is ok to post publicstyle so we all have fandom history archived. your amv now fits into history....a true piece of culture,

[judeswhore]

quite literally had a dream about this

but imagine reader is famous and is participating in a charity match. but it’s a bigger one, so they want more exposure, therefore they ask younger players from different clubs, to train the famous people participating in the charity match.

and jude most definitely has a crush on reader, so when tries to teach her some moves, he starts placing his hands on her hips and just in general tries to be close to her.

being his celebrity crush and everyone knows it bc he’s not exactly secretive like he’s always liking ur pics and he’s commented a few times and he’s definitely mentioned u in interviews more than once and now he’s jumping at the chance to meet u. so it’s like an england nt thing that’s being held at sgp during international break so the whole england team is there to help train u and a few others that are doing it and the second jude hears that ur there he’s getting teased by everyone and he’s rushing to find u, offering to help u out personally for the next few days. and he’d flirt with u the whole time, follows u around like a lovesick puppy and all he’s teammates find it so funny but u just think it’s sweet. him showing u how to take penalties and he’s standing behind u w his hands on ur waist to get u to move into certain positions and it’s got u both all flustered being so close together bc u can’t deny also having a huge thing for him. the whole time ur there as well he’d just wna hang out with u, having meals together, meeting at night to watch movies and by the end of it he’d finally find the courage to ask u out on a date

[tubeon]

Have you ever explained Daisy’s lore, or really what she does? SHES SO ADORABLE and I wanna know everything about her

You're asking ME about my OC???? OHG BOOOY!!!!!! I'm too excited Where do I start.

Press read more to know more about HER ⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️ (it's a lot. I'm not exaggerating)

Warning for heavy religious themes and implied racism/discrimination.

This is Daisyyy and she's my Outlast Trials reagent oc!!! Her legal name is Alice Bell, and her legal birthdate is 12/10/1940 (19 as of now)

She and her parents immigrated from (British) India to America in 1943 to escape the Bengal Famine, going from the west coast to the state of Georgia, where they found a Southern Baptist Community that would be their permanent home, as long as they converted to Southern Baptism.

This is a gated community that's kind of on the outskirts of town, so Daisy grew up sheltered, but she adapted better than her parents did, making friends only with girls (because boys her age were incredibly mean to her) and participating with her church, faith, and community. Her relationship with her parents and older/authority figures was distant, but it was peaceful as she grew up.

Daisy was no pushover around fellow teens, she was loud and funny with her girl friends, and snarky towards boys who were mean, she really liked coming up with sassy remarks. Quarrels hardly went beyond throwing childish insults at eachother. However, tensions against her would rise, she was often blamed for arguments, labeled "rebellious", and lectured to do better, all by older folks. But nonetheless!! She had her best friend Peggy, and her close friend Jane, who was also a child of an immigrant family, coming from China. She didn't belong to the Baptist community, but visited occasionally from the Ranch she worked for, often on horseback. Daisy really liked Jane and the horses, not so much the boys that came with her.

Over the years, Daisy would become really close to Jane, and even though Daisy wasn't allowed to visit the ranch, and Jane wasn't allowed in the community, they often met in the middle throughout the week.

This made her just a little more distant to her church, something that didn't go looked over despite her genuine faith and achievements within it. It wouldn't help that, at some point, while arguing with one of the Ranch boys, her best friend Peggy's anger would boil over and she would slap the boy so hard he fell straight to the ground. Long story short, the father of the Ranch got pissed, and even though Daisy hadn't done anything, she got in trouble.

Gossip flies around fast in a small community, and with the strain on everything that wasn't her friends, Daisy was encouraged to go into the city by the Pastor. She could be like a missionary, spreading the word of God and their small community, just on a smaller scale. She was told it would strengthen her faith, and her relationship with God, since she had been so "disobedient". Daisy was almost 19 at this point, and was expected to do this by herself.

Daisy was so ashamed that she couldn't bring herself to say goodbye to her friends or parents, leaving just a letter behind. She wanted to say goodbye to Jane, but on the day she packed, Jane didn't show up.

In the city, it didn't take long for Daisy to hear about a charity event, thinking it was a good place to meet nice people, she'd go to the address listed on the posters. And that's how she gets to the Sinyala Facility!! ^_^

Daisy has never been in that kind of environment OBVIOUSLY but she adapts in her own way, even keeping her wits. Through the mansion and through the few trials she does, her expertise is in hiding. Daisy is much smaller than the average girl her age, making it easy to get through cramped spaces or hide in unconventional spots. She is hardly a team player though, she is willing to help people where she can, mostly through finding medicine, or distracting ex-pops with bottles or other red herrings, but she hardly participates in completing the tasks given. She refuses to fetch keys out of corpses or deliberately hurt the victims (i.e. Snitch) she isn't strong or athletic, so she avoids detection at all costs. Better at finding keys on a pedestal and tinkering with the generators.

In her first couple trials, she'd be caught twice. First time, she was running in the dark and bumped into a small grunt, she was able to get away because she had scared the grunt, but when the adrenaline washed away she realized her face had been cut up, likely from that encounter. Shes actually pretty okay about it, and it leaves a fork-like scar on her face. The second time, she'd be caught by Coyle. In this scene he'd grab her by her hair, pulling and then throwing her against the floor, and as he goes to pull her up from her hair again, she grabs a bottle, first smashing it into his head, and since he didn't let go, then stabbing the remains of it into his ribs, leaving it there as he drops her. That's the first but not the last time she'll barely escape him.

After she's done with those trials, she moves onto Gooseberrys trials, onto Cleanse The Orphans. I go into real detail abt this one its IMPORTANT. She does this trial with 3 others like she always has, but one of them is important her name is Mincemeat and SHE'S IMPORTANT!!! Daisy actually does decently well early into the trial, and although she's not fond of the Gorey Nuns, she prevails. She feels bad for taking a cross necklace from one of them, but now she has one. She's able to sneak around to radios, and she can work better as a teammate with the reels.

The problem is when they get to the chapel, Mincemeat has done this before and it shows in the b-line she makes to break the jukebox, and soon the jesus victim comes forward. Daisy is taken aback, but her first thought is to try and save him. That's what the keys are for. She convinces the other two reagents that's what they have to do, is free him. Mincemeat encourages Daisy to go into the basement with her to get the generators taken care of, and the other two can find keys.

As they finish up down there, Mincemeat tells her to stay until she makes sure it's safe upstairs. Daisy is hesitant but agrees, and finds one of the few rooms with light in that basement. And then the screaming starts, and all she can do is curl up and cover her ears until it fizzles out, and Mincemeat comes to get her.

She tells her not to look as they come up, but Daisy looks anyways and it's absolutely ungodly. She starts to go catatonic and before Mince can tell the other reagents to wait, one of them presses the button on the podium. It's raining blood now, it's great. One of the reagents rush to the doors to get out of the chapel, when Gooseberry comes through and immediately drills a hole through their eye and head, killing them instantly. The three take this time to rush past, with Mince trying to guide Daisy as best she can. In their rush to the shuttle, the other reagent somehow gets sliced up, he's still running but he's bleeding profusely. Ex-pops are still pursuing them, so once they reach the shuttles, Mince would shove Daisy into it.

Now they're safe, but it's far from calm. Daisy is sobbing while she's down on the ground, Mince tries to say sorry and pick her up but she just screams and crawls away. She doesn't know what to do, but the other reagent begs her to get into her seat because he's bleeding out. Daisy takes a moment, but gets into the seat to be restrained and brought to evaluation.

After she's brought back to the sleeproom, Daisy goes to her room, tears off the night vision goggles from her head, and refuses to participate in trials and any social activities. Through Dorris' lore we know it's possible to stay out of trials indefinitely, thanks to people on the inside. This is also the case for Daisy, though she doesn't know it.

Daisy goes into a far more reserved and "childish" state after these events, and stays in her room to draw, read, make her own clothes out of blanket or cloth scrap, and pray. Another thing she did was try her best to keep track of the days. She did this by paying attention to the guards and their shifts. This is all she did for awhile until Mince became her friend, and later another reagent named Soro. This is actually the time where she would introduce herself as Daisy.

She isnt a preachy type, but she really sinks herself into her faith, and would mention to Mince how she believes that this facility is something prompted by God as a sort of "Preview" into what hell is, and what awaits for sinners. It's a test of faith for her. She thinks as long as she keeps faith, she can escape this place one way or another.

Her character and story DOES develop past this but I'm debating whether or not I wanna make comics for her sooooo,

TLDR: Daisy was raised southern baptist and got reeeally traumatized after Cleanse The Orphans and now she's an even more timid girl with a tight bible belt. She has at least two friends though YIPPEEEAAAA