#its been loads of fun to participate in this again

[hellscythearts]

XZeroWeek: Day 7

[obsessivelyloved]

I'm obsessed with this youtube video on exploring old dead games

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The upbeat tunes were eerie to listen to as he explored the game. It sounded quite similar to things he heard growing up, from commercials for these computer games he was never allowed to play. The family computer was really just his parent's computer. And they never trusted these types of games. 

His parents had claimed that anyone talking to people online was a weirdo. So. Anything with people in it was a no-go. It was his handheld game or nothing. 

 So it was cool, in a way, to explore this online game. It was empty, devoid of life, but it was interesting. Even with the unnerving tunes. 

It made Edd wish a little that his parents hadn’t been so strict about online safety when he was a kid. He would have loved making new friends on this game's servers in its hayday. Because contrary to their beliefs, not everyone online was a gross weirdo trying to get kid’s home addresses. 

Ugh, Edd did not miss seeing those PSAs on the tv or hearing about them in school.

Edd sighed as his avatar stopped moving. The building he was trying to enter was trying so hard to render and load. It had been so long since this particular server had been updated, let alone used by people. He had to wait a lot for textures and stuff to load. 

It took a few minutes, but shop after shop started appearing. Then the floor texture loaded, then…. a person! 

Edd wiggled his mouse and tapped on his arrow key, impatiently wanting his character to move already. This was the first person he’s seen in this game! And he tried six servers already! 

But as he got closer to the other person, his face fell. There was no username hovering above the avatar. It was merely an NPC. Or a statue, since it wasn’t moving. 

“Aw man,” Edd muttered, slumping down. He’d just have to keep an eye out as he explored forgotten worlds. 

Still, he moved closer to check out the statue. Finally close enough to see it, he stopped.

What the hell? Edd thought to himself. The statue was plain, up until you got to its eyes. It appeared to be a man, with black pants and a blue hoodie. With large, black empty eyes. 

Edd huffed. It was probably someone’s last project, a way to scare anyone exploring. He moved around the statue, giving it one last look, before he moved on. 

As expected, the game freaked out as he left the building. Slowly, the world loaded, grass and buildings popping up. 

Edd moved on, lagging as he interacted with things. 

He found the statue again. 

This time, it was sitting on a park bench. Watching him, no matter which direction he went. And it kept appearing in places Edd’s avatar stopped at, while the world loaded. Whoever’s idea it was to scare new players, it was working. 

Edd went to click on the leave server button but…. nothing happened. Goddammit. He was going to have to close the game and then wait forever for it to load back up. 

Tom: leaving so soon?

Edd stared at the chat, baffled. He spun his avatar around, searching for another player. Not a single user name popped up in sight. Let alone another avatar. Who was talking to him? 

Colalover15: hi! have you been following me? 

Edd nervously typed. He didn’t feel like getting jumpscared by some random player. This game was unintentionally scary already. 

Tom: yes. you are the first player I’ve seen in a long time. no one joins anymore. 

Colalover15: I bet! I’ve joined six servers and haven’t seen a single person lol. do you play often? where are you? 

Tom: I’m right in front of you. 

Oh hell no. The only thing in front of him was the statue. That’s it, Edd was done. He was not participating in a creepypasta or urban legend. 

He clicked the X button on the window and waited. And tried again. And again. 

He frowned, his heart beginning to beat fast. 

Tom: why are you trying to leave? aren’t you having fun? 

Tom: are you bored of this world? 

Faster than the game had been loading all night, the world changed. A new map appeared, a different set of cheerful music playing. Edd grimaced, quickly muting his volume. This one was actively giving him a headache. 

He was in a room now, the walls gray and furniture scattered around. Things he was sure kids in the early 2000s would have loved popped up. 

Obscure and old pop artist pictures, ads, and activities flooded the walls of what Edd assumed to be a hub building. The statue was still standing in front of him. 

Tom: is this better? 

Colalover15: it’s very interesting! i haven’t seen some of this stuff in years. how did you do that? are you a dev? 

Edd hoped this was just a weird dev messing with him. But, still, it was best to be polite. Just in case. As he waited for the person’s reply, he ventured closer to the pictures on the walls. As expected, the links on them were dead. Each webpage was long gone.

Tom: Is it not 2004? 

Can of worms. This was a can of worms Edd did not want to fucking open. Since closing the game window wasn’t working, he clicked his power button. To his horror, nothing happened. Perhaps it was a bit over dramatic, but he yanked out the computer’s power cord. 

His screen flickered, then turned off. Ugh, Edd really hoped that the game hadn’t turned out to have a virus or anything malicious in the code. He really couldn’t afford to replace his desktop. And his parents would be so mad at him… 

Speaking of parents, it was a school night. It was best that he got to bed before one of them got up. 

He laid down on his side, facing his wall. With his heart still racing, he snuggled into his blankets. As scary as that was, he was pretty excited to tell his friends at school about it. At the very least, Tord would like it. Then, they could explore it together at his house, on his computer. 

Just as Edd was falling asleep, cheery pop music played on a low volume. 

Someone was standing behind him.

[yxstxrdrxxm-a]

AND THATS A WRAP !

Hello, hello! It's me, the local dumbass that went "lol lets run this silly event" since January. I'd like to say thank you so much for participating!

I never thought that so many would look @ my blog event and go ":D lets go get matched w/ yans!" LIKE?? HELP WE GOT A LOT OF SUBMISSIONS SINCE DAY 1, IT MADE ME GO "oh shit" BAHAHAHAHA

But fr, I want to say thank you so much. To those who came in to join the matchup, to those who participated as anons to the story that was unfolding, and to those that were theorizing and even lurking:

Thank you so much for giving me a chance. You guys have no idea how much it means to me to celebrate this milestone with all of you.

I would love to mention everyone of y'all that joined to leave my special thanks, but this post will be lengthy if I did that and I... Am NOT about to make it too sappy LMAOOOO

Now! On the update + future plans:

The rest of the fics will be posted but slowly and will be saved as special dlc fics of One Last Call. This covers additional lore of the worldbuilding behind OLC, but there are some that won't be written (Freminet and Aether are unfortunately those I can't write as yanderes) to lessen the load. Also, some will be shorter/snippet wise, but we shall see.

I will be making a "story explained" post for OLC and the characters behind it. This goes into the possible "what ifs", the original draft of the story (storyboard lol), what each character would've been in my plans, and everything in between! (Also, there may or may not be drawn sketches for each of them. Maybe kek).

The next event will be happening on March. I won't elaborate what it'll be, but it will be indulgent and maybe a little funny (for me). It'll also last for a week at most so I don't end up burning myself out LMAOO

Finally, I will be hosting small event for Cupid, Eros, and Boss. They won't be big, but they will have their spots when I planned out what'll happen to them. (Hint: you guys are going to see them often on your feed if you know where to look ;>)

For now though, I will be finishing up the drabbles and pray I get them queued to finally archive this event. Also, I will be responding to asks + cleaning up my inbox again when I'm done :)

Once again, thank you everyone. I genuinely thought that running One Last Call will not work out back then (I told a few friends I was scared that it won't take off as it did), but I pushed through it anyway since I thought it'd be fun anyway. And to see everyone enjoy it is the best feeling I've had since opening this blog.

I hope all of you enjoy chilling as I try to write + post the drabbles for OLC before concluding its tale... And hopefully writer's block does not slam its gavel on my ass BAHAHAHAHAHA

[raisinchallah]

vriska ^_^

First impression

well u chose violence today i see :3 interesting i recall liking her and finding her fun but oh my god it was 10 years ago i read it i feel like i cant actually remember a strength of emotion or anything on that first read i think i was simply overwhelmed by the onslaught of new characters

Impression now

iconic untouchable insane girl fail girl pathetic sad terrible launched a thousand discourses

Favorite moment

is it mean to say when she got stabbed by terezi was iconic and rearranged my youthful brain cells?

Idea for a story

terezi and vriska watch naruto (with running commentary)

Unpopular opinion

i mean this is just a loaded question to ask about vriska i think every possible opinion a person could have about vriska is probably unpopular like you could just create a computer that generates new baffling vriska takes like the entire spectrum in an attempt to study and construct the entire world of vriska opinionology but it would not get at the full breadth of vriska opinions created by humans on our little internet and also everything it would spit out would be unpopular

but heres my take you really have to thread the needle with like levels of patheticness and like terribleness i think people either assume shes extremely evil the worst ever or like oh shes my pathetic little self insert character because ur also an insane lesbian or something and i dont think anyone understands her essence or the correct level of modulation on their vriska takes in the vriska discourse but also again this is both a universal vriska opinion and also one that everyone in the world hates so you know

Favorite relationship

i mean what else could a person say except again the original brain damage itself the cause of everything wrong with me etc vriska and terezi i just think its fun how they are like tormented by like the standards of troll society and both view themselves as the fuck up and the other as the one succeeding but also like hate the other for this and like have been driven apart but nobody understands them better than each other and like how they then play insane murder games with little human boys as their puppets like their insane ethical conundrums that terezi has to view vriska as a bad person to be able to kill her and also to be able to feel like she herself is not a bad person despite participating in most of vriskas shit and that you know terezi literally reset the universe to get to see her again after living for three years with the guilt of killing her you know normal stuff

Favorite headcanon

shes a scene girl thats why her hair looks like that

[pipermca]

Writing Update - February 2023

I was hoping to get some writing done tonight but the brain didn't want to cooperate, so I guess I'll wrap up my February. XD

Frank talk: my output was absolutely horrendous this month. Last month was about 6200 words; in February I only wrote 3,723 words.

My muse started to wander all around again, which is probably why I didn't write much. The rotation seems to be: 1) Pick away at a chapter on a fic until it's finished! 2) Bask in the glory while I play video games for a week instead of write. 3) Start picking away at a chapter on a different fic. 😐

Anyway, I also did some serious thinking about the TF Big Bang. While I do really enjoy participating in them, I think I'm going to have to bow out this year. There's a couple of reasons for this. First, I don't have many story ideas that I think would fit comfortably in 15k. I have lots that will probably come in around 8-9k words, and a few that I'm sure will probably land around 20k or more. The ONE story that might be suitable is sort of half written right now, but it's also got a load of smut that's going to happen in the middle and I always write smut with glacial slowness. Don't know why. XD

Secondly (and probably more importantly), this summer is going to be absolute hell for me at work, and I am reasonably sure it's going to affect my "fun" writing. I am a writer at work, and while the type of writing I do for work is very different than my fan fiction, it does use the same parts of my brain. And I've noticed that after a really hectic day at work, the writing part of my brain is just worn out and needs to rest. (This is also why I'm reluctant to tackle the 20k+ story idea.)

I might see if I can volunteer my time to be a beta reader, since editing/reviewing is different enough from my work writing that I think I could swing it.

In the meantime, I have been spending a lot of time this month worrying over whether I should attempt the BB even with my work schedule. I'm hoping that having come to a decision will give my muse time to breathe (since it's been frantically trying to figure out how to manhandle some of my ideas into something suitable), and let me get back to working on the stories I already have in progress.

That said, here's how the rest of the month went for me.

Posted

Pet Names. 950 words. A reposted story; it was backdated to its original posting date so it didn't appear on the "front page."

WIPs

These are the stories I actually put words down for this month.

Sun and Moon (working title). 43,000 words. I am really hoping I can get the confidence soon to start posting this soon. I need to stop going back and rewriting the first few chapters over and over. >.<

The King and the Bounty Hunter. 10,100 words. This was my muse's obsession this month. I got through the chapter in progress and then dropped it like a hot potato.

Again and Again and Again. 1300 words. I briefly flirted with the idea of making this my BB fic but I don't think I can stretch it to 15k. Also it's a thing I'm not writing. Really.

[santae-salt]

not trying to be defender or anything but feel it needs to be said

I'm just saying - if you hate santae so much why are you playing it. Why are you on the site. Why participate in the discord? Every single post on here is hypocritical, the staff definitely have flaws, just like every other human, but they are doing their best and it is never good enough. I only lurk on discord but they get alot of hate for things but if any of you had any balls you would not post anonymously as these are loads of accusations that they have no way to respond to and if they do "omg they are following the blog, pathetic". They literally cant win. I joined during the first week of alpha and there are SO MANY more things to do now compared to back then. they have put out so much stuff with pets, games and i expecially love how their cooking is and it has been fun working towards getting the gourmet food (please can we get ingredients in the recipes in inventory if your reading this!). just look at how many kickstarter strech goals have already been achieved. idk, i just feel like alot of this hate comes from one or two people that just want to stir shit and try to negative spin stuff they do. im not heer trying to defend them, im just saying you need to give them a break, its still beta and i have never seen them do negative stuff on discord or onsite. you people just seem to watch to complain about stupid stuff "omg they are gifting people" etc. like, come on man, grow up. so i ask again - give me a valid reason why you still play santae if you hate it so much. there are so many more established petsites out there if you wanna go play mara or neo or fr.

💙

[manonamora-if-reviews]

The Whisperers by Milo van Mesdag

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============= Synopsis

The year is 1938, two newcomers have just arrived at their new home: a communal apartment in Moscow, the beating heart of Soviet power. But what will they make of their new lives? And what will their neighbours make of them? The Whisperers is a story of love, revolution, belief, and the choices ordinary people make in extraordinary times. Or: the year is 1938 and you have arrived at your local soviet sponsored theatre, ready for a play lauded by the agents of the Department of Agitation and Propaganda as "the first truly socialist play", in which the audience, the people, decide the course of events. Or: The Whisperers is a script for an interactive play, loosely adapted into a piece of written interactive fiction (while also featuring an annotated version for the ease of use of prospective directors and actors).

============= Other Info

The Whisperers is a Twine(SugarCube) game, submitted to the 2023 Edition of the IFComp.

Status: Completed Genre: Historical

CW: Physical violence. Mention of executions. Mention of Holodomor (genocide by engineered famine)

============= Playthrough

Played: 7-Oct-2023 Playtime: around 1h Rating: - [IFComp vote] Thoughts: We all play a part...

============= Review

The Whisperers is an interactive game set in the late 30s Soviet block, where you are an audience member of an interactive "propagandist" play, of three "families" living inside a paper-thin-walled apartment. Throughout the story, you are asked for your opinion on how the play should continue. There are essentially 3-ish possible endings.

Spoilers ahead. It is recommended to play the game first. The review is based on my understanding/reading of the story.

I personally hate plays where the audience needs to take an active part of the story, where immersion is broken because the audience must have a say. But as an interactive game, I've quite enjoyed it! The active participating is not only welcomed, but adds another layer of intrigue into the story (at least in this case). The awkwardness of waiting for the play to start again is not there, as the passage loads right after your choice is made.

As for the story, a morality take in two acts, it made me think of those typical contemporary French plays happening within an apartment, where miscommunication and personal drama becomes the crux of the issue. While it is not as vaudevillian, with the play set in Soviet Russia during Stalin's regime, it is nonetheless cynical in its treatment of its characters. No one is good, no one is bad, everyone is stuck in their own situation (and some are maybe a bit stupid*). *the characters felt at times a bit flat, or a bit preachy in how they discuss some topics.

If you take it at face value, it's a pretty neat experience; and if you look deeper into it, it shows off the extensive research on the setting and the length taken to portray its intricacies, the horrors, and the hopes. It felt a bit like a commentary of the period. The play is fairly fast paced, and doesn't overstay its welcome, ending just at the climax. The interactiveness of it is fun, with your choice mattering or being disregarded (depending on the mode played) -- it could have been fun to learn whether these choices affected your position. I found the hidden ending to be the most fun one.

But, I did have some issue with the formatting of the text itself. While I appreciated the inclusion of formatting options, with palette themes and text font/size*, it made it obvious when an aspect was not customised (link colour not contrasted enough, popup). But that's a detail compared to... *it might have fitted more inside a Setting popup, the buttons' colours were too eye-catching.

... the passages not looking like an actual script. From the blurb to the game itself, it was clear we were meant to look forward to a play on our screen. But the text is vaguely formatted like one: the Act is centred on the page, but not the scenes or the character's names; the actions or voice level* are made obvious in brackets, but end up feeling lost inside dialogue (especially in the Guide's and Sergei's monologues)... It might seem like a detail, but the essence of playwriting felt a bit lost because of it? *the whispering aspect kinda felt like an afterthought after the first scene? The voice level of the characters didn't seem to matter much in further conversations...

Visual friction aside, this was neat.

[mahamid110]

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[faeriejones]

Hello, it's Kringle again! Your reblogs suggest hunger. I hope you got a snack! This is pretty fun! One of the things I've lamented about fandom migrating to tumblr (ooh I'm so old) is it feels harder to meet folks, so stuff like this that actually encourages people to talk is so helpful. Plus, since you've aid you used to keep from interacting with fandom in the past, I bet it's nice to have a little structure!

I hope to hear about how you feel when you do see "Moonage Daydream"! I was lucky enough to have a theater nearby playing it.

As for your question, it's obvious from above I've been in fandom a long time. But I was kinda "out of it" for many years because of a combo of not having a big passion I was, say, writing fic about and not really understanding how to navigate tumblr. See, I *love* interaction! Fandom was the first thing I ever used the internet for!

I am pleasantly surprised to find such an active, creative classic rock fandom here. And so many people are younger than me, so it's really great that this music is speaking to people these many years later. So that's been really nice. And folks have mostly been super welcoming and it's just really great to be part of a fandom again! My one quibble is really that it's a bit small, so little things get magnified more than they might if there were more people.

So two questions for you: Do you have a favorite book I've read about classic rock or its musicians, and do you have a most prized record? (You see I just started a record collection! Though I have yet to buy a turntable lol.)

--Kringle

hello, kringle! haha, yes—i had a bit of a sweet tooth last night, so i stocked up on chocolate chip cookies!

and i agree, it is a tad difficult to meet new people, especially when you’re migrating to a new fandom, because it seems like nearly everybody already knows each other. like you said, participating in activities such as secret rocker santa is a great way to make mutuals/potential internet friends because it encourages people to talk! also, i’m so glad you feel welcome here because you don’t deserve anything less <3 there are loads of really interesting, creative, and genuinely kind people here, and i can only hope that amount can increase over time. it’s nice to have a sense of community in a space where you can just chill and freely express your ideas.

(oh! and i will definitely give you an update when i (finally!) watch ‘moonage daydream’!!!!))

to answer both of your questions :

1) my favorite book about a classic rock musician at the moment would have to be ‘the ox : the last of the great rock stars’ by classic rock historian paul rees. it’s a biography about the who’s bassist, john entwistle, and it’s so lovely! it not only focuses on the production of his music, and the major impact that john had on bass playing, but it also candidly details his personal life (since the man has been an enigma to so many for such a long time) i highly recommend that you take a gander at this!

2) oh man, this one’s tough to answer because i basically treat all of my records like they’re my children lol. i’m going to cheat a little bit because i can’t narrow it down to just (1) record : i think it’d have to be ‘ram’ by paul mccartney because it’s just a visually and audibly pleasing record. i also have this record called ‘sounds of the humpback whale’ that i got at a flea market last year. it’s random, but it has sentimental value to me because it reminds me of my younger brother who loves animals (and it’s more of an ambient selection, might i add lol)

oooh! what records do you have so far? (edit : i’m dumb, don’t get a crosley sjehdbdjs)

[sukunastoy]

Boo bad news! ☹

Lemme just take a crack at getting your mind off of stuff, it might be shit because I'm not great and thinking of this stuff, but what about a strong willed woman who refuses to go down without a fight, a brat if you will 🤣 let's see what Sukuna can do with that. (The more aggressive the better 😏) Nsfw/fluff/AU whatever one sparks joy.

I love your work btw 🥰 💕

AHHH THIS TOOK ME WAY TOO LONG. (Btw the bad news went away, and turned into good news. 🥺❤ All has been okay now...)

But...I really wanted to get my idea straight for it. 😩❤ Ugh...I had so much fun writing this...I truly hope you enjoy!! And thank you so much!! 🥺👉👈💖✨

Rest is below the cut! ヾ(≧▽≦*)o

Pairings: Professor!Sukuna-Brat Tamer- x fem!student-Brat-/reader

(All characters are of legal age, Sukuna aged up more into late 30's/early 40's)

Wordcount: 5.8k+

Synopsis: You're a spoiled brat in college who doesn't like to do homework and usually you can just flash your boobs at your professors in their offices and they would drool and change your grades. But, Professor Itadori is the type of man who is going to make you EARN that grade.

CW/TW: College student/professor sex, slapping (once or twice), sorta non/con to con? (Reader already had the hots for him, just never thought it would go farther.) unprotected sex, oral sex (m. receiving), fingering (anal and vaginal), anal and vaginal sex, creampie, breeding kink, degradation, name-calling.

Disclaimer: I own nothing of JJK.

Reblogs and comments are truly appreciated!! ヾ(•ω•`)o

"Auughh...Next class we have those ridiculous reviews..." Nobara groaned while she walked with you down the hall. "Don't you have like, really good grades?" you laughed at her, brushing your hair. "Well yeah but... that's what makes these reviews suck! Total waste of time..." She continued to grumble while crossing her arms and looking at you. "And what are you getting all prettied up for?" she commented on your hair and outfit choice. "Gotta look desperate." you replied while pushing your tits up so they'd show the most cleavage.

"You want a jacket or something to cover up while in those reviews? Cause your tits are like literally hanging out." "That's kind of the point." You smirked while looking at her. "Ohhh...you harlot." She laughed while shoving your arm. You giggled innocently while shrugging. "How else will I get my grades improved? Just show some tit and the professors usually will do anything to see it again cause they're pervs. But whatever, its how I keep all my grades up."

In Professor Itadori's class, your name fell at the end of the roster, and he went in order from the top to the bottom on calling students in. Sitting in the back of the classroom while adding the last bit of makeup you wanted, you finally saw the student prior to you exit the Professor's office and you grinned in mirth. Finally.  You've never taken school seriously. Your parents sent you here to college to 'better yourself'. But it was boring, a waste of time you thought. Why spend most of your nights studying for some degree you didn't care about when you could be out partying? Unfortunately your parents were very close friends with one of the professors, and you didn't know who it was, but you didn't want news of bad grades slipping back to them or they might actually make you start paying rent or something else that was stupid.

You realized pretty quickly that if you had your tits out, face loaded in makeup, and wore provocative clothing, the professors were pretty much putty in your hands. You didn't even have to fuck them, and it made you almost pity how desperate some professors were just for some tits. Well, all besides the one elderly woman you had a class with, but luckily her class was mostly participation points, so just showing up was good enough. Professor Itadori was the only one you hadn't tried to convince yet, but that's because the first half of the semester was just lecture, and he gave like no homework at all.

Unfortunately his lectures have now included homework, and, hell no. It wasn't fair, having no homework for a while and now he wants to assign some? What a jackass.

Strutting into his office, you closed the door behind you and glanced ahead at the older pink haired man sitting at his desk looking down at some papers. Luckily he was super hot, despite being like the age of your dad, but it made it easier to look like a little slut in front of him, plus, dilf's were usually pretty easy to convince, as they were the most desperate for some attention. You've had fantasies about some of the professors here and there, and Professor Itadori was definitely on that list. What was so bad about fantasizing?

He was quiet when you walked in and briefly glanced up from his desk to greet you, cocking a brow up at your rather revealing outfit. "Miss (Y/N), please, have a seat." he said quietly, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk while looking back down at the papers before him.

"Whew, its just sooo hot out today isn't it?" You sighed while plopping down in the seat, making sure your tits bounced with your actions. "Feels like I can't ever wear a small enough amount of clothes to beat the heat."

"Hm.." Was all he replied with a nod to acknowledge you. "So, I've noticed you're not doing any of the homework. Any reason for that?"

"Oh, I don't know. Just some of the material is very, very hard." You sighed breathlessly while flipping your hair to the side and pouting out your bottom lip.

"Is that so?" he questioned, watching you as you leaned forward onto his desk, crossing your arms under your chest to push your tits up more again. "Yeah, I just don't have time to do it, all my other professors are just drowning me in homework, it really isn't fair." His gorgeous eyes never left yours, and his expression remained unfazed, which really concerned you. Most professors were already ogling your tits so hard at this point, and he didn't seem to care?  "Have you even tried to do the homework assignments?" he let out a bit of an irritated sigh, forcing your eyebrows to pinch at the bridge of your nose. What was this guys problem? Was homework honestly more important than even looking at your very obvious cleavage?

"Of course I have!" you whined loudly, plopping back in your seat while crossing your arms up under your breasts to keep them pushed up. A bit of your hair fell down into your face and you huffed out the top corner of your lips to blow it from your view. “Come on…can’t you cut a pretty girl like me some slack?” Surprisingly, that finally got a little bit of a reaction out of him as he lifted both of his eyebrows briefly. He smirked before clicking his tongue and looking back down to the papers.

"You do realize," he began while taking off his reading glasses and putting them into the drawer of his desk. "...that the homework is simply to write three things you remember from the lecture of the day, right? Each day on your online homework tab, I leave an open discussion board, and every student needs to submit something. This is mainly a lecture class. I don't even care if you were to write what color shirt I had on for the lecture. Just three things you can remember to prove to me you're at the very least paying attention in my class."

Your eyes widened a bit at his words and your lips parted slightly as your jaw started to fall. Having never actually looked at the homework, you had no idea it was something as simple as that. He probably mentioned it at some point, but you really never paid attention.

"Even if you started doing the homework now, I doubt your grade could recover before the end of the school year." he drawled while pushing a print out of your grade/assessment towards you. "You'll most likely fail my class as it requires a B or higher to move on. And I have to add, you'd be the first to ever do so. In fact," he continued while leaning back in his chair, setting his elbow on the armrest and his cheek atop his knuckles while looking at you with a displeased expression. "...you're the first student to ever drop below an A in my class. That's a bad look for me."

Scoffing while crossing your legs and returning the same dull face, you gave an uncaring shrug. "So? Just change it to an 'A' then. Can't be that difficult, you professors can do whatever you want anyway."

A grin spread across his face so slowly it honestly gave you chills.

"How about a quick lesson? It will give you a chance to redeem yourself, and I'll adjust your grade if you do well." He offered, that grin starting to show his canines and you moved your arms a bit lower from under your breasts, lessening the amount of cleavage you were trying to expose. His darkened eyes now watched you intently and you couldn't shake your sudden uncomfortable feeling.

"...Okay sure, but, what kind of lesson?"

He cleared his throat then abruptly stood up from his desk, actually making you jump slightly. "I'm assuming you have time today then? For the lesson?" He asked while walking passed you to the door of his office, locking it. You weren't the first student in his career to come into his office playing this type of game. If you wanted a better grade, you were going to get one, but you were going to work for it.

Giving another shrug, you looked back to him briefly. "I guess so. I mean you're my last class for the-....Did you just lock the door?"

"My lessons aren't easy, and once you start them, you're required to finish them." He simply replied, ignoring your question and walking back in front of you. With your jaw slightly ajar, your glared up at him as he leaned back against his desk, putting one hand into his pocket while looking down to you in the chair. His crotch was damn near in your face from his position.

"Uh, excuse me, but why the fuck did you just lock the door?" you snapped at him, standing up from the chair and putting your hand on your pushed out hip.

"Because I don't want anyone coming in, or, would you prefer that? Would you like to make your private lesson a public presentation for others?" A chuckle fell from his lips as he started undoing the buttons to his cuff links, rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt. 

“I’ll change your grade sweetheart. But you’re going to give me a lot more than just a look at your tits.” Swallowing tightly at his actions and words, your eyes looked up to him with a mix of anger and worry.

"Look dude, if you touch me, I'll fucking report your ass. And I'll tell my parents, they know someone here at the school who has a lot of power over making decisions about professors, and your career here will be over like that." you snapped your fingers at the end, a smug little grin on your face.

"Oh? And who will they believe? The professor who has been here for years, never having a student report on him before? Or, will they believe the rich, spoiled, little slut who is only good at wearing a push up bra?"

"Fuck you." you scoffed while flipping him off and yanking your bag up from the floor, slinging the strap over your shoulder. Turning to reach for the door, your eyes stared at the lock and you halted. It wasn't just a simple turn style lock...it was one where it needed a key to lock from both sides, so without the key to unlock it...

Your head slowly turned to look back at the man who had a devilish grin on his face, twirling the key ring on his finger while looking to you. "You really should learn to pay better attention to things."

"Let me out." you demanded, trying to keep your voice from cracking and your body from shaking. This clearly amused him as he let another little chuckle slip out of his throat while pocketing the key.

"You're just making all sorts of demands aren't you, ya' brat? You came in here thinking you were going to control this situation, didn’t you? Don’t tempt the lion with meat and not feed it.” Motioning with a single finger for you to come back to him,  you returned with a finger of your own, flipping him off again.  "I said, let me out."

"Get over here, and get on your knees." his voice deepened with demand, pointing down in front of himself to the ground, getting comfortable while leaning back against the desk. "If I have to drag you over here, you're not going to like it."

"If you come over here, you're not going to like it!" you yelled at him while stomping your foot.

The male could not hide the amusement on his face and he pushed away from the desk, making his way over to you and your body stiffened as he quickly approached. "From what I've heard, you don't listen in any of your classes, you don't do any of your homework in any class...you just like to go out and party. Isn't that right?"

He spoke down to you as you backed up against the door, his arms on either side of you with palms against the door frame. Your breath hitched in your throat as he caged you in, unable to keep your thighs from clenching at his domineering pose as his eyes remained on you, staring intently as if you were a meal he was about to enjoy. Fuck. Sure you’ve had fantasies but, you weren’t actually wanting this to happen!

"Answer me, you spoiled, little brat." "Y-yeah I do, but s-so what??" you did your best to remain firm, not crouching down as he was clearly wanting you to do.  "Tell me, how many times have you let those little frat boys fuck you? Or are you just a fucking tease?”

You were taken back at his tone and language, immediately slapping him across the face.  "I will scream if you don't let me out, RIGHT NOW." His head had barely turned at your minor attack, if anything it only brought a bigger smirk to his face, one you really didn't like at all. Was this entertaining to him??

"See...that's the problem with little brats like yourself." He let out a nonchalant sigh while suddenly grabbing a fistful of your hair, turning and jerking you away from the door to in front of him. You yelped out and stumbled down to your hands and knees, dropping your bag and feeling the slight burn of the rug onto your skin.  But before you could even look back or protest, the male was hunched over your back, an arm up under your throat, choking you just enough to silence your screams and another hand quickly found its way underneath your skirt, grabbing onto your lacey underwear and pulling on it harshly.

Letting out muffled and struggling screams, you tried to drop your hips to the floor to avoid his forceful touch, but he took hold of the fabric of your skirt tightly in his hand and yanked you up back onto your knees.  "As I was saying..." deep chuckles rumbled in his chest and throat, followed by almost animalistic growls as he was enjoying your sounds of struggle. Just enough air flow to breathe, but not comfortably.

Going back to your panties, he gripped onto it again and pulled harshly, jerking it down your shaking thighs to your bent knees.  "...the problem with you brats, is that you've never been fucked by a real man, so you have no manners when it comes to knowing your place."  Struggling harshly again you kept gasping for what little air you could get, mentally cursing him as you felt your whole face burn with the little oxygen you were receiving.

As soon as two of his fingers slid through your already soaked wet folds, a whine managed to escape your throat and you screwed your eyes shut, hating that you were wet from this right now. He laughed, cruelly, as he continued to prod the pads of his fingers through your lower lips, gathering slick on them until it was oozing off his hand to the floor.  His arm around your throat lessened only for him to grab onto your hair again, tangling it in his hand and holding it so tightly your head was tilting back just enough to see his face.  "S-Stop touching me!!"

He laughed loudly while tearing your underwear from your legs and scrunching it into a ball before shoving the fabric into your mouth, making your eyes widen in panic. "I love fucking little, spoiled brats like you into submission." he groaned in anticipation while smearing your own slick all over your face with his fingers, making you whine and try to thrash your head away. "The way you little sluts have no idea how to take a grown man's cock is quite amusing. You flaunt your tits and ass for it, begging for that attention, but crumble when you finally get it.”

Still struggling against his grip, he used the weight of his body to press down onto yours, keeping you in place as he stuffed two of his thick fingers inside your soaking cavern, not even wasting time as he curled them upwards, digits in so deeply that his knuckles were squishing your lips. A quiet and long moan came through your body and out as a muffle through your gag, your thighs quivering as he finger fucked you harshly, already harassing that sweet spot of yours like he was an expert at this, already a professional at bringing snotty brats like yourself to the edge of cumming so quickly.

No one has ever been able to bring an orgasm out of you with such haste, especially if even using their dicks. You cursed and screamed at him through your gagged and now dried out mouth as he added a third finger to your already fluttering and stretched hole, making your head tilt back on its own, painful yet pleasurable groans rolling in your throat.

This was it, not even 30 seconds with his thick fingers pounding into your cunt, your walls clenched tightly and you mewled out in anticipation of the hard climax you knew you were about to be given, never having anyone even come close to making you feel so fucking good.

But just as you felt yourself start to tip over that edge and release the tightened coil in your stomach, he jerked his fingers out of your desperate pussy, laughing loudly as you screamed and stiffened your body tightly with the instant loss of your release.  Your glossy eyes immediately cut back to him from the side, brows furrowed and your nostrils flared as you inhaled deeply, feeling your own teased arousal running down your thighs.

"What's wrong, little girl? Suddenly you want me to keep touching you?" his mocking voice made you scowl at him you struggled to pull your body away from him by gripping onto the rug beneath you, trying to pull yourself along it.  Surprising, he let you go and your fumbled forward down onto your face, cussing through the gag which you now pulled out of your mouth.  "You're a p-piece of shit!" your voice cracked as you scolded him, pulling your legs away from him as he stood up, smoothing out his shirt to free it of any minor wrinkles he might have obtained.

Ignoring your fussing, he started to unbuckle his belt and you and you sniffled slightly while scooting back some more from him. Fuck fuck fuck. You weren’t prepared for this. You never imagined actually having to fuck one of your professors for real!

“T-this is rape, you're raping me!"

"Shut up, you want this, you're fucking soaked." he scoffed, staring at you again with an otherwise emotionless expression, undoing the button and zipper on his pants which weren't even hiding the massive tent he was already growing.  His frame began to move towards you and you backed up against the desk more as he stopped before you, stroking the bulge through his boxer briefs.

As he pulled down his briefs and let out his cock, you leaned back in initial shock and gasped almost frightenedly at how it sprung up from his restraints, just massive and already leaking precum from the engorged tip. Literally the biggest cock you've seen in your life and it was inches from your face. 

Of course it had to be fucking gorgeous as well. "D-don't you dare!" you suddenly yelled up to him, trying to stay out of the trance that wanted to know how it felt to be stuffed so full of a cock this size.  "I am reporting all of this!" you continued to yell. "No you wont." he chuckled with confidence, stroking his length and encouraging more of that glistening precum to bead at the slit.

His arrogance only increased as you stared at his cock with wide eyes, and he slipped his shirt off over his head. Briefly your eyes flickered up to his abs and chest, tracing the tattoos over his skin that you had no idea were there, and the arousal from seeing his gorgeous body shot right down to your aching pussy.

This was a whole ass MAN infront of you right now! Not one of your classmates that you fucked around with at parties. While grabbing the base of his cock and a fistful of your hair, you let out an excitedly frightened yelp. "W-whoa! W-wait a seco-Mmph!" Not even able to finish the sentence, your mouth was stuffed full of his thick girth and your eyes widened at how much it filled your mouth.

"If you want that better grade, you have to earn it." he grunted while pulling your head closer to him, forcing more of his length into your mouth and you let out muffled moans around his cock. You held onto his pants for leverage as he quickly fucked himself into your mouth and you squirmed. Desperation grew between between your legs as you were unable to keep the thoughts of his cock fucking your aching cunt out of your mind.

Reaching a hand down underneath your skirt, you tried to relieve some of your pent up tension but Sukuna gripped onto your hair tighter and forced himself more down your throat making you choke out around his cock. "I didn't say you could pleasure yourself, did I?" He held your head tightly in place while leaving himself lodged deep down your throat and you struggled to breathe through your nose. "Not yet ya brat." He chuckled while suddenly pinching two fingers onto your nose, cutting off all air. "You going to behave now?" Looking up at him with teary eyes you whined deeply for mercy and he pulled himself all the way out of your mouth still holding you up by your hair and you choked harshly while drool from your mouth was attached to the end of his cock in thick bubbly strands.

He pulled you to the side by your hair and leaned back onto his desk, lifting one of his feet onto a chair and forcing your head back towards his cock, but you instead tried to bite him. Fuck him for thinking he can control you so easily! Your actions made him jolt his hips back quickly, keeping a firm hand in your hair so you couldn't reach forward to bite him again. "I swear I'll bite you so fucking hard if you try-"

An immediate burning sting came to the side of your face, knocking you down to the ground on your side and tears clung to the corners of your eyes as you realized he had just slapped you so hard it nearly made your vision fade for a moment.

Unable to come back to your senses yet, you felt his body come over yours again, pinning you on your belly to the floor.  "Alright, I get it, you need my fucking cock in you right now, don't you?" he chuckled into your ear and you shrieked while flailing your arms to try and move away from him but to no avail. He leaned up and grabbed both of your struggling arms, pulling them behind your back and holding your wrists firmly together with his large hand and you panted through slight sobs.

"You're a f-fucking asshole!" you cried at him angrily as he painfully pinned your wrists onto your back, your struggles hardly a problem for him.  "How about I fuck your asshole, hm? Is that what you want?" he grinned in mirth at how your body suddenly tightened before you thrashed harshly again, even clenching your thighs tightly together in protest as if you'd be able to keep him out.

"What? Never had one of those frat boys open up your ass? Oh sweetheart, let me teach you." He laughed while reaching a hand to your face, forcing two fingers inside of your mouth.  "Get them nice and wet, I don't think you want me going in dry." Trying to turn your head away you squealed and slightly bit his fingers before he could pull them from your mouth.  "I don't want you going in at all!!" "You know that’s a lie. Aw...well I doubt this is enough." He brought his two fingers back that were in your mouth and he pushed the tips of both of them into your tightened hole, sending a painful burn through your body.  "W-wait! S-stop!!" you begged, starting to cry honest tears as his fingers forced themselves deeper inside, sending more pain through you. He kept his palm turned upwards while humming in satisfaction, beginning to pump his fingers in and out of your ass, and you screamed and writhed your body in protest.  "You wanted to be a slutty little brat, so I'll fuck that attitude right out of you."  He pulled his fingers out and you exhaled sharply in relief, but immediately tensed up again when his hand moved just barely lower, collecting more of your oozing slick to give you some sort of lubrication as mercy.

Though you continued to beg for him to let you go, and to please stop, you knew why you were still so wet, and you felt so embarrassed at actually wanting him to fuck you. A strong, older man just moving you around as he pleases, using your body to humor himself...you couldn't keep your mind clear of these desires.  As you were lost in thought, that engorged tip came to your slightly prepared hole and you held your breath, tensing up harshly at whatever pain you knew was going to follow. You’d never done anal before, and you certainly weren’t prepared for it right now! "The more tense you are, the worse it hurts." he informed before using his hand to guide himself in, slowly but definitely not slow enough.

Your breath seized up in your throat as your mouth fell open, fingers clenching harshly into fists as they shook from the searing pain that was affecting your whole body.  Deep and quiet groans left his mouth as he furthered his thick length inside, inhaling deeply at the almost painful tightness.

You finally managed to make a sound, air rushing back into your lungs before being forced out again with a loud and agonizing scream. A hand was immediately clasped over your mouth, and his deep growl was in your ear. "Shut your fucking mouth and take it."

Shaking your head harshly, you continued to wail through his hand, hardly able to withstand the intense pressure and burning sensation that was not letting up and only getting worse.  "Still a little brat I see."

With a quick snap of his hips, he stuffed the rest of himself inside and you kicked your legs repeatedly, unable to bear the pain. The sound of his laughs at your sobs made you cry and seriously regret trying to get him to change your grade. You weren’t ready for this type of intense fucking!

Letting out his own groans and hums of satisfaction, he only gave you a couple seconds to settle before starting to pull back out and your head snapped up quickly with a terrified gasp as it felt like you were about to do something horrible. Were…were you about to have an accident on him??

Before you could really start to panic in sheer terror and embarrassment, he spoke to you. "It only feels like its happening, its not." he said with reassurance, knowing what you probably felt. His voice was so calming for a moment, letting you relax as your ass was slowly adjusting. 

You gulped hard as a bead of sweat rolled down your cheek, still feeling incredible pressure in your ass. But it wasn't long before he started to thrust himself in and out, forcing you to take it whether you were ready or not.

"St-sto-aah..!" a shaky moan left your lips as the torturous suffering was starting to become a delicious pain. "O-oh...f-fuuuckk..!"  He smirked upon hearing your moans, releasing your hands and gripping onto the sides of your ass, holding you firmly as he started to ruthlessly hammer into you.  Your arms laid motionlessly out to your sides and your cheek smooshed into the rug, your body being jerked back and forth by the force of his thrusts and you continued to wail but now only in erotic bliss.

Hearing his hips slap into your ass with each thrust made your eyes roll back even further. No one has fucked you so roughly before. "I knew you'd like your ass getting fucked...all of you spoiled little brats do." The comment made you shudder hard and he suddenly pulled out of you, flipping you over onto your back and holding his cock to guide it back inside quickly, picking up his brutalizing pace again immediately.

Your belly sucked in at the harsh breath you took, mouth hung open as you stared blankly up at the ceiling, nearly seeing stars as his fat cock continued to abuse your ass. Your pussy throbbed with envy, and you felt so embarrassed to feel like you were going to cum from your asshole getting fucked. "S-Sukunaaa..!" you sobbed, bringing a hand over your face as the intensity started to become too much, but he jerked your hand away and placed his own around your throat, squeezing tightly. "Disrespectful to say my first name..." he grunted with a shit eating grin on his face, moving his other hand to your jealous cunt, stuffing two of his fingers deeply inside. Your back immediately arched up off the ground from the overpowering stimulation, a silent scream barely making it out of your mouth from the tightness of his hand around your throat.

Through little shame at this point, you immediately came all over him, squirting onto his hand as his fingers continued to harshly pump your spasming cunt, the pace of his cock fucking your ass not letting up either.  "Damn...you little, bratty sluts all feel so fucking good!" he groaned in pleasure, releasing your throat and your erotic screams instantly poured out, hands returning to the side of your face as you held your own head, trying not to go insane from the amount of pleasure and stimulation.  "P-please..! F-fuck..Please! I ca...I can't..!"

Pulling his fingers out of your drenched cunt, he flicked his hand off to the side, forcing off any excess slick and removing his cock from your ass at the same time, only to adjust his hips and bury himself deeply inside of your still cumming pussy. Your legs fell wide open to the sides, unable to even stop your body from succumbing to its desires and his hands grabbed tightly at your waist, holding you firmly as he rutted himself harshly into your cunt, silently enjoying hearing his first name leaving your lips again as he was fucking you stupid at this point.

Feeling your gummy walls start to tighten again, you sobbed from the pleasure, your knees lifting and hugging the side of his hips as he panted with every forceful thrust, small droplets of sweat falling from his chest down onto you as he was starting to chase his own release.

One of his hands came up under your back, lifting you up higher as his cock began to hammer into your cervix and your tongue hung from the side of your mouth, eyes rolled back as you were drowning in the best fucking ecstasy and pleasure you've ever felt in your life.  Your walls were so stretched you were convinced you would be sore from the ferocity of his thrusts, and the thought of no one else being able to make you feel this euphoric plagued your mind.

"You wanna cum again on this fucking cock?" he cooed at your dazed face and you whimpered while nodding your head, your hands desperately grabbing onto his shoulders as you couldn't hardly take it anymore.  "Beg me." he lustfully growled and you cried out while leaning your head back.  "P-please...le-let me cum...let me fucking cum o-on your f-fat fucking cock..!"

"More, you little brat. Beg for that grade."

Your nails started to dig into his skin as you couldn't find your voice, your mind delirious at the sound of your sloppy pussy being railed so abusively by this older man with this gorgeously huge cock, who didn't succumb to your bratty desires and demands. Fuck, it was insanely sexy to be put in your place for once...  "I...I wan-wanna cum...and..a-and get a better grade, p-please...fuck!" you babbled incoherently and he moved a hand to the top of your stretched out lower lips, the pads of his fingers quickly circling over your clit and your breath seized in your throat again, all air and sound silencing from your mouth as your body convulsed and shook with the most intense orgasm you've ever felt, tearing through you before finally forcing you to breathe again as you screamed through your high, dropping your head and arms back to the ground. Sukuna kissed your neck while still fucking you mercilessly through your orgasm, no intelligible words spilling from your lips and he grinned in arrogance at how dumb on his dick you were.

"Want my fucking cum, brat?" he panted through a growl, fingertips digging into your skin almost painfully as he held your waist again tightly.  "Want me t-to...hnm...fill your fucking pussy up, send you home dripping with my cum?"  You nodded your head quickly, unable to find your sanity or voice but you wanted to be so full of his cum, wanting to be a little cumslut just for him. "I'm gonna fill your little, fucking cunt..!" He groaned deeply, and you latched your legs around his waist tightly.

He adjusted his hips again as he bullied his cock in further, hitting your womb repeatedly until his thrusts finally faltered and he growled harshly in ecstasy, spurting thick, white ropes of his cum inside your still quivering and gladly accepting walls.

You cried out at his release, a hand back over your bashful face before he finally slowed and halted his movements, stopping a moment to let both of you come down from your highs. You could still feel his cock pulsing and throbbing inside of you and you looked up to him with a heated and flushed face.  "Hmm...not such a disobedient brat now, are you?" A smirk showed off his canines and he brought a hand to your face, gently pushing your other hand away as his thumb wiped your sticky tears from your skin.  Shaking your head at his words, you sniffled and nuzzled his hand, holding it close to your face while trying not to cry again as you still felt the aftershocks of your explosive orgasms traveling throughout your exhausted body.  "I say you've earned your A, you filthy, little slut."

Your face was still flushed and you looked to the side in embarrassment as he sat back up onto his knees from your body.  "Except..." he started and you looked over to him with worry in your eyes. "...I think you need to visit me in my office more. I could give you all kinds of different lessons, help you maintain that good grade for such a good girl..."

You felt like you could cum again just from the idea of knowing you get to enjoy his fat cock again sometime, and hopefully soon. You'd do whatever he wanted, he could have your body, it was all his.  Standing up to his feet and stretching his arms above his head, his muscles flexing with it, you remained on the floor in awe while watching him. "See, all you needed was an older mans dick to put you in your place. Fucked that bratty attitude right out of you. Those little frat boys wont ever be able to fuck you like that, no wonder you were such a little bitch." He chuckled, reaching a hand down to you to help you up off the floor.  You took his hand, legs wobbling as you tried to stand and you finally exhaled deeply, not sure if you were down from your high yet or not.  After you were able to stand on your own, he slapped your ass and you yelped, your face heating up and you looked at him quickly.  "I enjoyed stretching that ass of yours open, teaching you things you've never been taught, next time I'll teach you something else that's new." You swallowed hard and quivered, almost unable to wait for the next time you needed to come talk to him for 'help' with your grade.  “T-thank you, sir.” You struggled, weakly searching around for your panties, already feeling his abundant cum starting to run down your thigh.

He gave a slight nod before picking up his shirt from the floor. “Wait…” he said while standing up straight now and looking over to you with a very serious expression. “…you’re on birth control, right?”

|| Hope you enjoyed! Please comment and reblog! ||

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Misconceptions Regarding MCC14

Recently there have been a load of misconceptions regarding many of the controversies that happened this MCC, especially on Twitter and Tiktok, so I thought I would make a giant post detailing these and why they are wrong so I can scroll through my dash in peace.

1. Hbomb purposely abused a glitch in HITW that got Illumina and Mefs banned from MCC on the practice server. 

This one can easily be broken down into three components: 1. Misinformation about the glitch itself 2. Misinformation about the Mefs and Illumina incident 3. When does abusing a glitch count as cheating?

Firstly, the glitch Hbomb used is actually very common in HITW and has been around since the game was first introduced. The devs know about it and have not made any complaints about it because the usage of the glitch itself is heavily luck based (depending on the ping of the player) and does not guarantee a win to any player who does get it. Take for example PearlescentMoon who has used the glitch repeatedly throughout many competitions (i.e MCC 11), yet has not gained any significant advantage through it because, again, there is still an element of skill required to use it. This glitch is not only known by the devs, but has been used before in HITW. It is not something new that Hbomb exploited as a means of getting ahead.

Secondly, the Illumina and Mefs situation is not at all comparable to the Hbomb one. Illumina and Mefs were using a completely different glitch which did guarantee a win to the player because it allowed the player to afk on the platform and allow the blocks to pass through them. They were not banned for exploiting this glitch, but rather reprimanded by Scott and the devs for not reporting it to them sooner. Mefs and Illumina are still allowed in MCC and only didn’t compete this time because the teams had already been formed.

Finally, in regards to the idea of cheating itself when using such a glitch, the idea that what Hbomb did counts as cheating is absurd considering past MCCs and the various glitches which have been abused as well. I’ve seen a lot of people mention the infamous Wilbur Glitch and I think its a perfect example. The Wilbur Glitch is from the game Rocket Spleef which was not played this MCC but certainly will be in the future. The glitch involves the player becoming stuck in a block and seemingly floating in the air allowing them to basically secure a win without admin intervention. This glitch is much more OP than the glitch Hbomb used, and we have even seen admins purposefully try to kill players for using it (i.e Philza MCC11). However, even when players have purposefully attempted to get it (Wilbur, Phil, Quackity, etc.), I have never seen the fandom react so negatively as to accuse them of cheating. It is not fair to accuse Hbomb of cheating when he abuses a glitch which has been in the game for ages and not do the same with your favourite creators who do a much more busted glitch as well. Personally, I don’t consider either of these cheating, but that’s my opinion.

2. They removed Parkour Warrior because Dream was too good. That’s not fair.

Okay, this one is very simple as its just not true. This falls under the assumption that Dream was the only player to finish Parkour Warrior which is not true (PeteZahHutt completed the course twice and was the first to ever complete it in MCC 6). While the reason the Parkour Warrior map was destroyed in MCC 11 is said to be that EpicLandlord destroyed it because “he was annoyed at how good Dream was at it”, this is mainly a joke (think of the Ranboo being banned from MCC situation, while Ranboo isn’t in MCC there’s no actual beef and he’s not actually banned.) Secondly, if you weren’t around for Parkour Warrior when it was still in MCC, or have only ever seen Dream or Pete’s POV, you might not know, but Parkour Warrior was a miserable game mode (think Build Mart/Bingo but ten times worse because there was no chance to improve your placement other than just being good at Parkour). The game was 10 minutes of pure rage and frustration from competitors, which while entertaining at times, wasn’t the best for content when only two POVs in the entire competition were deemed watchable. This also wasn’t good for a competition because it meant that only two teams at most were progressing (and by a large amount) due to one player while the rest lagged behind. It gave the teams which had Pete and Dream a huge advantage and made the game unfun and unfair to everyone else, so they revamped the game (to Parkour Tag) to make it an even playing field where everyone had a chance to win (in the spirit of MCC). 

3. Scott had an unfair advantage in the competition and should be removed from the Dev Team or the Participants List.

This one is slightly more nuanced and may not have a definitive answer. Yes, Scott does have a slight advantage due to being a part of the dev team in every MCC. However, this MCC was definitely an outlier in that fact. Scott has been known to share info and tips with his teammates in past MCCs, but it has not truly impacted their performance on a significant level because the players knew a majority of the information anyways (the game rules, maps, etc). This MCC was unfair because Scott had a bigger advantage than originally assumed (it doesn’t mean he did it with malicious intent, it just means there was a severe oversight when designing the maps and explaining the rules to players). Also, the idea that Scott was guaranteed a win because he was part of the Dev Team is ridiculous and untrue. 

Scott has always been treated on the same level as any other player and has not been giving special privileges because he helped work on the tournament. Take for example MCC 8. Scott was teamed with Tommy, Philza, and Wilbur, and they were doing very well! Then came (wait for it), Ace Race. Scott experienced a glitch which allowed him to remain with his Elytra activated for half the course and allowed him to skip over multiple checkpoints and placed him in first. However, by skipping over these checkpoints the game corrected his placement and put him in last. This was seen as not fair at the time and the Red Rabbits did complain, to which Noxite responded that there was nothing they could do and Scott would just have to finish the round as normal. This glitch severely impacted the Red Rabbits standings and possibly led to them not being able to compete in Dodgebolt that MCC. Yet, Scott was never treated differently than any other player throughout the glitch despite being a part of the Dev Team.

For the next MCC, I certainly think that Scott should be allowed to play as normal. I truly believe this MCC was a fluke, and although I too felt a little salty seeing my favourite go from 2nd to 30th, I believe that it is not worth getting up in arms about it because at the end of the day there is a whole season of competitions where any team has a chance to win. 

4. They should have restarted the round and allowed the participants to retry the map.

While I too would have loved to see a rematch for Ace Rae, I would like to say that I, and probably many of the people playing, knew that it wasn’t going to happen. Noxcrew is very strict about the way MCC is run, it’s why I think it works so well. However, this means that they will not budge on these rules even in the face of something such as this competition’s Ace Race debacle. In the entire time of MCC, Noxcrew have only once ever restarted a round. This was in MCC 7 during Battle Box after there were server issues causing extreme lag for everyone (and Wilbur and Magistrex blew up their own teammates). It was unlikely that they were going to restart the round due to the mistake, and honestly, it might’ve caused more trouble than good to reset the points and the entire round of Ace Race. 

5. The Spirit of MCC

This last one is more of a general statement than a misconception, but I would like to say that I have seen a lot of newer fans confused and upset about this MCC’s outcome. However, I would like to remind everyone that at the end of the day MCC is a for-fun tournament which brings MCYTs of every background to compete and have fun. Yes, there is an element of competitiveness as it is a competition, but it goes against the very spirit of the competitions to be toxic and rude in spite of not winning or placing lower than you expected. At the end of the day, it is a MC tournament that has no monetary prize other than a golden coin. It is immature to slander, spread misinformation, or send death threats and harassment over such a tournament and I wish shame upon anyone who’s first reaction to not winning or their team not winning was to do such a thing. MCC is a brilliant tournament that has changed the game for how MC Competitions have been done, and it is disheartening to see the hard work Noxcrew and Scott have done be disrespected as such. I hope next MCC the fandom can come together and make this the lovely fandom event it once was. 

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[Image Description: An Undertale chat box that has “WHY FANS LOVE UNDERTALE” at its center. Next to it are a line chart and an Egg from the Dating Hub on its left, and a CRIME measurer (also from the Dating Hub) on its right. End I.D.]

[Image Description: a pie chart titled, “LEVEL OF LOVE FOR UNDERTALE.” The textbox on the top right reads, “On a scale of 1 to 10, 1 being the least and 10 being the highest, how much do fans enjoy Undertale?” From the top going clockwise, 12 or 0% chose 5 and below; 23 or 1% chose 6; 98, or 4%, chose 7; 325, or 12%, chose 8; 529, or 20%, chose 9; and 1664, or 63%, chose 10. End I.D.]

It’s clear from all of the data analyzed so far that fans who took the time to answer our survey love Undertale. It is unlikely that they would have taken the time to answer so many questions if they had not, and even less likely that they would have come across our survey in the first place. Naturally, it comes as no surprise that 63% of our responders gave their love for Undertale a score of ten out of ten. 95% gave their love for Undertale a score of eight or higher, and only 12 responders responded with five or below, a number so small that their responses had to be lumped together to be visible on the pie chart. Of those, only 3 responders gave their love for Undertale a score of 1, and based on those responders’ other answers, it is likely that they were only intending to troll. We are very fortunate that the vast majority of responders took the survey seriously, enough so that responses like this are barely a blip in the data.

Now, for our final analysis post of the event, we will delve into the reasons that fans love Undertale so dearly.

(Essay and highlights under the cut.)

There have been countless essays on the impact that Undertale has had on people’s lives. I can hardly add more on the subject than what has already been said, but I hope this summary can provide a brief overview of what stood out among the over two thousand answers given in response to this survey. That said, due to the sheer volume of answers, I could not read every single one in depth—however, I did skim all of them, and some that stood out or were representative of several responses have been highlighted below. If you would like to see what every fan who consented to share their response had to say, you may view the full list of responses here. Note that these responses have not been edited in any way. This document may take a long time to load, as it is over 100 pages long.

(Warnings for mentions of suicidal thoughts in the following essay.)

Several responders loved the theme of choices mattering in Undertale. Whether people played the pacifist, merciless, or neutral routes, they enjoyed how the game reacted to their actions. For some, it even made them consider their own morality. One touching response explained the impact that the theme of mercy made on them. “I realized that Mercy isn't something that's given to those who deserve it. Flowey didn't deserve it. I don't deserve it myself. Shoot, we ALL need Mercy in our lives.” Many fans left similar comments about how the themes of Undertale made them better people.

Undertale changed how its fans treat others, and it also changed how fans treat themselves. The theme of staying determined and the messages of hope in the game were a light to a very large portion of fans. I cannot list all of the fans who said that Undertale helped them out of a dark place, or that they would not be alive if not for Undertale. “DETERMINATION became a metaphor for not killing myself at a really rough time in my life and I’ll always cherish that. Undertale isn’t afraid to go to really dark places but at the same time holds on so tight to its hope.”

Undertale brought fans together in unexpected ways. Some said they met friends or significant others through the fandom. “I wouldn't have met my now husband without Undertale,” one fan said. A different fan who is non-native English speaking mentioned that the game and the fan community helped them to learn English.

It would be impossible to discuss Undertale without mentioning the fan community. Whether for good or bad, many responders mentioned the fandom in their responses. Overall the feelings towards the fandom seem positive, though many made references to “toxic” parts of the fandom without specifying which parts they consider toxic. Others rejected the idea of toxicity in fandom. One response said: “[SLAMS FIST ON DESK] I KNOW MOST PEOPLE SAY THE FANDOM IS TOXIC AND CRINGE OR WHATEVER BUT OH MY GOD. The Undertale fandom, both the UTMV and the actual UT fandom, has been so much fun to be a part of. I've met countless friends because of our shared interest in something related to the game! The art people create can be breathtaking and so inspirational, and the fanfics are so so good!! I've seen people write incredible things for this fandom and it's what made me continue writing!”

One thing that makes the Undertale fandom unique is the way it embraces various AUs. Some fans are tired of AU content, but the majority of responses show a love for the creativity behind AUs. “Roll your eyes at the 50th AU Sans all you want, it's encouraging people to step outside the boundaries of fanart and pushing people to make their own ideas! I mean, hell, it was how I gained the confidence to start making my own original content.” The lack of a judgemental atmosphere seems present in the AU community, according to the responses we saw. There is an interesting balance between AU and canon (sometimes referred to as “classic”) content that another responder pointed out: “The fandom helped keep the game alive all these years, with all of its AUs. Although personally, I always enjoyed AUs that kept characters as close to the classic material as possible (dancetale, outertale) I do appreciate the creativity of the fandom. They almost created entirely new stories with new characters of their own! If it weren't for those people, the Undertale fandom would have probably not been as active as it is now. I do feel like we're getting a resurgence of classic content now too! (In 2021)”

Regardless of the many AUs the fandom has created over the years, the original game of Undertale still feels like home for many fans. They wished they could reclaim the feeling of playing the game again for the first time, but even though we can’t reset time in real life, there is still a special feeling for fans each time they play Undertale. One fan said, “Even the best fics I've read can't capture that feeling of nostalgia/almost-"coming home" that comes with hearing the music and talking to the characters.” This feeling is one that can be cherished time and time again. In the words of another responder: “It always feels welcoming like home or like comfort food that I never grow tired of no matter how many times I go to it.” Others pointed out the strength of the found family trope in Undertale, which likely contributes to this feeling of “home” as well.

As mentioned briefly earlier, the music is part of what makes Undertale feel like home for fans. Even when responses focused on other aspects of the game, many would throw in a comment about the soundtrack at the end. One comment focused on the music said “IT'S SO GOOD like I will literally go through the entire thing over and over and not be bored with it. It makes my monkey brain so happy you have no idea.” Like with the game itself, the music has incredible replay value, an amazing feat considering most of the tracks use the same few motifs. “I think what I like the most about Undertale is how the music attaches you to the story,” another responder said. “They're simple melodies that stick with you throughout the whole game, and they can remind you of both good and bad times.”

If the music sticks with fans in their hearts, then the game’s lore sticks with fans in their minds. Even six years after the release of Undertale, fans are still creating new theories and digging up new secrets. The way the game breaks the fourth wall in particular intrigued many fans and has stuck out through all these years. The awareness that the game shows for the RPG genre makes it memorable. The game plays with the player’s expectations and turns them on their heads, all while reminding the player that they’re in a game. There are few other games that do this on such a large scale, so it’s no surprise that fans cite this as one of their favorite things about Undertale.

Lastly, the LGBT+ representation in Undertale has been a huge draw for fans. Especially in 2015, the sheer volume of non-cishet characters was unprecedented, as one fan pointed out: “It's practically unheard of to see so MANY from just one source, especially during its heyday in 2015-16. Hell, you can't even GET the true pacifist ending without helping two gay couples hook up. It's really nice to see all of them being accepted for who they are and not judged for their sexuality or gender, at least in-canon.” The LGBT+ cast including Frisk, Chara, Napstablook, Monster Kid, Mettaton, Alphys, and Undyne each connected with fans in unique ways. It’s clear how important this is from responses such as: “There are canon nonbinary characters 🥺. i have never seen representation of myself before.” “It made me gay and trans so thanks for that.”

Once again I am overwhelmed with just how much there is to say about Undertale. One responder really understood when they compared Undertale to an iceberg, explaining that there are so many layers to the game that there is something for everyone: “everyone can find something to enjoy in the lore/game regardless of what kind of fan they are! Being able to appeal to various types of fans—from simple happy shipper people to deep dive lorediggers—is the mark of the coolest games!” I would have to agree with them.

It’s been six years, and despite everything, it’s still you. Thank you for reading, participating in this survey, and above all, staying determined.

Highlights:

DETERMINATION became a metaphor for not killing myself at a really rough time in my life and I’ll always cherish that. Undertale isn’t afraid to go to really dark places but at the same time holds on so tight to its hope.

I think the coolest thing was having the opportunity to watch the AU community grow from its bare roots. It's nearly insane how big and complex it's gotten, unlike anything I'd ever seen before. Roll your eyes at the 50th AU Sans all you want, it's encouraging people to step outside the boundaries of fanart and pushing people to make their own ideas! I mean, hell, it was how I gained the confidence to start making my own original content.

i love how the lgbt rep is so naturalized... there are just gay people! and its nobodys business!

The music is my go to answer, but what I really really REALLY love is how the minor characters have so much personality to them when you talk to them. They aren't incredibly important to the overall story, but they're all so likeable and diverse that you just can't help but like them immediately!

I think it was the first videogame I have played that broke the fourth wall that much. Of course there has been other videogames that broke it but just for one or two tongue-in-cheek jokes. The guilt of killing mama goat was also something intense as well that I appreciated as an experience and that I didn't think a videogame could cause on someone.

I love how no character can be seen as completely bad! Everyone builds up Asgore as some horrible villain, but he turns out to be a 'fuzzy pushover' who's broken and just wants his family back by the time you meet him. Then you think Flowey's an irredeemable killer who engineered the suffering of the monsters across many timelines, and he is... but he also used to be the kind and beloved Prince Asriel Dreemurr, traumatized by his death and subsequent rebirth, projecting his best friend onto you.

The fact that choices matter in the game. Your first playthrough and getting the golden ending for the first time. I can never replicate those feelings again, wish I could erase my memories and replay the game from the start.

I wouldn't have met my now husband without Undertale.

(Toxic parts of the fandom aside) The community is possibly one of the kindest I've ever met. Cringe culture is completely dead, and I feel like I can be myself. I felt a very close connection to many of the characters, and I loved consuming content about them when I was in a rough patch in my life.

just everything, the whole game has just impacted my life so much. i know it sounds really lame, but when the game first came out, i would purposely put my hands in my pockets and sway slightly, like sans' idle animation. of course i dont do that anymore haha, but undertale still really impacts me to this day, and i wouldnt have it any other way :)

it made me gay and trans so thanks for that

I realized that Mercy isn't something that's given to those who deserve it. Flowey didn't deserve it. I don't deserve it myself. Shoot, we ALL need Mercy in our lives.

The thing I love most about Undertale is no matter how many times I play or watch a playthrough it always makes me genuinely happy. It always feels welcoming like home or like comfort food that I never grow tired of no matter how many times I go to it. Toriel still makes me feel all warm and cozy in her home, the Skelebros always make me laugh, and I still cry on the inside watching Frisk comforting Asriel. And on the flip side the No Mercy run still invokes the negative emotions in me as well. In short Undertale just feels like a second home to me and I always wish I could stay.

The reader inserts are my favorite way to decompress after a hard day

I think Undertale helped me discover my love for 8-bit games, and made me realize how IMPORTANT music is in video games.

the worldbuilding and character design are my favorite parts of the main game apart from the music! I’m also a huge fan of the random AU music- not for like underswap or underfell i like the stuff where someone makes a megalovania for a random au where gru from despicable me replaces sans as the character. i think its funny

Just... the vibe, honestly? Even the best fics I've read can't capture that feeling of nostalgia/almost-"coming home" that comes with hearing the music and talking to the characters.

there are canon nonbinary characters 🥺. i have never seen representation of myself before.

[SLAMS FIST ON DESK] I KNOW MOST PEOPLE SAY THE FANDOM IS TOXIC AND CRINGE OR WHATEVER BUT OH MY GOD. The Undertale fandom, both the UTMV and the actual UT fandom, has been so much fun to be a part of. I've met countless friends because of our shared interest in something related to the game! The art people create can be breathtaking and so inspirational, and the fanfics are so so good!! I've seen people write incredible things for this fandom and it's what made me continue writing!

There's a scene where Frisk (the player) is going towards what is presumably going to be their death. They will fight Asgore and he will use their human soul to break the barrier and free his people. The music, despite the player's impending doom, is... triumphant. You are not the triumphant one here, and yet, the score invites you to experience the monsters' joy and happiness as they tell you the tale of their subjugation. The monsters are going to be free. This is their victory, but they don't hate you or want you to die. They're just... happy. That scene has always struck me very deeply. I feel it represents the best parts of Undertale.

I loved how well thought out the Geno route was. It really made me feel like I was doing something horrible, and the characters were very obviously reacting to dire circumstances.

I dunno? I like Undertale for it's characters, story, music, secrets and many more. I am not good with Headcanons but I also like the neutral endings and how different they can depending on who you spare and kill

I was very bad at english before, i thought i couldn't progress because i was very shy and not confident. But my sibling and i wanted to have the best experience with this game so we wanted to play it in english. It's this game and the fandom which helped me to make huge progress in english !

THE SOUNDTRACK. IT'S SO GOOD like I will literally go through the entire thing over and over and not be bored with it. It makes my monkey brain so happy you have no idea.

to avoid writing an essay i will say one word. Mettaton

It is like Toby specifically made the games to fit the iceberg meme and it's awesome, everyone can find something to enjoy in the lore/game regardless of what kind of fan they are! Being able to appeal to various types of fans - from simple happy shipper people to deep dive lorediggers is the mark of the coolest games!

I love almost everything about Undertale as a game on its own. The music, the art and especially the characters and how they interact. They made me feel at home. Undertale means a huge amount to me. (I even got a tattoo of the castle when you and MK walk together!) The fandom helped keep the game alive all these years, with all of its AUs. Although personally, I always enjoyed AUs that kept characters as close to the classic material as possible (dancetale, outertale) I do appreciate the creativity of the fandom. They almost created entirely new stories with new characters of their own! If it weren't for those people, the Undertake fandom would have probably not been as active as it is now. I do feel like we're getting a resurgence of classic content now too! (In 2021)

the mystery. toby fox refused to give answers to anything and i think thats very sexy of him.

I just feel guilty for liking it so much when I'm in my 30's. But I recently got diagnosed with ASD, so I guess it explains things a bit. Many ppl consider Papyrus to be neurodivergent, and some adult fans are too, so seeing that makes me feel a bit better.

i think about "Despite everything, it's still you" everyday of my life.

I like how it's just as funny as it can be serious. All routes are this way. I laughed as much as I cried when I played the Pacifist route and then once I opened the game again and Flowey was telling me to let them be happy, I immediately turned off the game. I somehow felt bad.

The Found Family Trope

The True Pacifist Ending is just...man. And the fanworks about saving everyone even when the game doesn't let you? MANNNNNN

I think what I like the most about Undertale is how the music attaches you to the story. They're simple melodies that stick with you throughout the whole game, and they can remind you of both good and bad times.

there's honestly a LOT to love about this game, but i think one of my favorite things about it is just how many lgbt+ characters there are??? i can think of alphys, undyne, frisk, chara, mettaton, napstablook, monster kid, asgore, mad mew mew, the dress lion, the royal guards, and arguably even papyrus off of the top of my head, but im sure i'm forgetting a few from just undertale alone (there's even MORE in deltarune)!! it's practically unheard of to see so MANY from just one source, especially during its heyday in 2015-16. hell, you can't even GET the true pacifist ending without helping two gay couples hook up. it's really nice to see all of them being accepted for who they are and not judged for their sexuality or gender, at least in-canon.

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[bastillewolf]

Hello idk if the requests are still going but if not then its okay ignore this and if they are please don't over work yourself and you don't need to do my request if you don't want to just stay healthy and eat well and drink lots of water we all live your work (and are simps for corpse-)

The ask : could I ask for a corpse husband x reader where they used to get shipped together before they even meet each other and when they meet each other corpse goes soft for reader and they play two rounds In among us together where they are imposters together and corpse is an imposter alone in the other round

Reader info : reader has a very soft voice and is a softie and the pronounce is she/her or they/them ( as you wish)

Again you don't gotta do it if you don't want to

Thanks so much for the ask, An. I was feeling like shit and this was a lot of fun to write. I’m sorry though, I completely read over the part where the reader was supposed to have a soft voice. I’ll see if I can make another one with this specification sometime. Also, I wrote this rather quickly because I’m watching Twilight for the first time and now my feelings are hurt.

#CorpseBride - Oneshot

Pairings: Corpse / Reader

Twitter wasn’t really your forte, but you knew how to get around. It’s just that you never really had the time to check it, let alone to see what’s on the trending page every single day. At the very least, you were capable of replying to your friends’ stuff and letting your viewers know when you were streaming or when a new video would be up. Again, you weren’t a pro, but you got by.

Until you didn’t.

“Hey, everyone,” you greeted, and immediately went to change your Among Us figure to its usual colour and outfit before someone else took it.

Everyone welcomed you, while it seemed Toast was still busy trying to get a last person to join.

“Whaddup, baby,” Corpse’s shot out from the rest of them. It was pure teasing, something he’d grown quite comfortable with ever since people had blatantly started simping for his voice. “Nothing much, honey. How’ve you been?” You cheekily replied. “Pretty good. Streaming still makes me nervous, though.” “You greeted me with ‘Whaddup, baby’ and then proceed to tell me you’re nervous? Don’t get upset when I say that I don’t believe you.” He chuckled at that.

5… 4… 3… 2… 1…

Impostor

“Ha!” you called out, “I doubt this will soothe your nerves, Corpse. You’re teamed up with me now.” You sneaked in a glance at chat. “We are not an old married couple! If anything, he can be my bitch for this round. I’m just not gonna murder anyone.”

And that’s basically how it went. He managed to kill three people and still wasn’t being sussed. “Alright, I think I’ve tortured him enough,” you laughed, “I’ll even spare Sykkuno for the man.”

You managed to corner Toast and killed him in a corner where the water wheels were, before heading out into admin. You vented until you found Corpse in Labs and jumped out. It was right when Sykkuno walked in.

“Oh, god no. Please, Sykkuno.”

Your kill count still wasn’t down yet and he was obviously planning to run straight out the door to hit the emergency button, but he was stopped. Corpse had murdered him in an instant.

Your mouth was hanging open. “Did… Did he just kill Sykkuno for me?” Chat was going absolutely wild. “What the fuck just happened?” You decided to report the body anyway.

“I can’t fucking believe it,” Corpse growled, “Not my best friend, Sykkuno.”

You had to mute yourself to keep the laughter at bay. Corpse evidently vouched for you, saying you’d walked in on the body together. Felix was sussed and voted out.

“Corpse, you killed me!” Sykkuno cried out.

“I’m so sorry, Sykkuno! I wanted to spare you but you walked in at the wrong time!” You pleaded.

“Sacrifices had to be made,” Corpse merely responded.

“Wait, what happened?” Sean asked.

“I walked in on one of them venting and then Corpse killed me!”

“Collateral damage. You watched me get killed one time, too.”

“Blame me, Sykkuno. It was my fault,” but you were laughing as you said it.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard such regret coming from an imposter,” Sean laughed along, “Also, why the fuck were you two being so slow? Three meetings in and you’d only killed three people.”

“Corpse was simping for me,” you replied.

“I was not.”

“Yes, you were. Otherwise you would’ve asked me what the hell I’d been doing that entire time.”

“Fuck off,” he laughed.

“Corpse is an UWU-boy!”

“Oh my god, you guys are already trending.”

“Wait, what?”

Your phone was being blasted off to space, getting tons of messages with the hashtag #CorpseBride. It was number 1 trending on Twitter.

“So… whaddup, baby?”

“Oh no, you better buy me a drink first.”

“Sure.”

 You hadn’t thought he’d been serious in that moment, until he’d asked you to meet up after the game had ended. You hesitantly agreed, but reminded him that he absolutely did not have to participate in this just for the meme. “I’m not doing this for the meme,” he’d said, “I’ve been wanting to ask you out for a while, I just never knew how. It seemed like the perfect timing.”

You met him at his apartment, knowing how he was about going out in public, and feeling extremely nervous. You’d brought takeout, and because you hadn’t been sure what he wanted you’d ordered way too much. Upon opening the door, he looked at you, down at the bag, and said, “Shit, you got food?” Not really knowing what else to say, you simply replied, “Uh, yeah.”

“Well, I guess we’ll have lots of leftovers, then.”

He smiled, gave you a hug that ended way too fast and left you paralyzed for a minute, and then invited you in. It turned out he’d already ordered food, too. “Plenty to choose from,” he laughed awkwardly. “Uh… You got any neighbours who might want some?” you asked.

“I-I don’t really talk to anyone outside of my friend group.”

“Oh, of course. I could go around, if you’d like.”

“You’d do that for me?”

You furrowed your brows. “Of course I would. Why not?”

“Alright, but let me at least come with you. You just do the talking.”

Three knocks at three different doors later, and someone accepted the offer and took over some of the food. “Hang on a minute,” the elderly man said, clad in only his pyjamas and a bathrobe, managing to make the situation even more uncomfortable, “Aren’t you my neighbour? You always scurry off before I get the chance to talk to you!”

You looked at Corpse, and he back at you, and you turned back to the elderly man. “He, uh… He’s very people shy. He has anxiety. I’m trying to help him cope. Also, his vocal chords are damaged.” Nothing you’d said so far had been a lie, technically, but the man still remained sceptical. “Then why didn’t you just leave a note or something?”

“Uh…” you jumped at the small voice appearing from behind you. It’s just that his ‘small voice’ is still nothing close to small. “I know, I’m terribly sorry, sir. I also just wanted to let you know that if you ever need anything, I’m just a few doors away.”

This seemed to please the man enough.

“I can’t believe you made me do that.”

“I made you?!” You gasped, “I didn’t make you do anything, you filthy liar! You’re just as bad in real life as in Among Us, when you’re the impostor and I’m the innocent crewmate.”

“No comment.”

“I didn’t even ask you a question.”

“No comment.”

“Deadass?”

“Deadass.”

You both laughed. Corpse hesitated for just a moment, but decided to ask anyway, “Were you nervous when I opened the door?”

You chuckled awkwardly, admitting, “Yeah, I was. I always get anxious meeting people. Well, we’d met before, of course. But just, you know, in real life.”

“I get it.”

You stood there in silence for a moment, until you noticed the rest of the takeout in your hands was getting cold. “Come on, wife,” he joked, linking his pinkie finger with yours, “Let me get you that drink.”

If he hadn’t dragged you along then and there, you could’ve sworn your knees would’ve given out.

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Christmas in July: Bonus Day 31

Twelve days of Christmas, twelve days of rescues and all hands are on deck.

This is the official last chapter! Huzzah! I wanted something a bit longer for today and decided to somehow power through drafting 12 different rescues and writing them all out 🥲. A big, big thank you to everyone who commented, reblogged, subscribed, or just all around enjoyed reading my Thunderbirds Christmas in July collection. It's been incredibly fun to challenge myself to write a little something everyday and I've loved having you all along for the ride!

AO3 link here!

December 13th. Scott’s woken up like most any other day except for Alan banging on his door. His tired mind panics for only a second before he checks the date on his alarm clock a second time.

December 13th.

The first day of the twelve days of Christmas.

Right, that’s a thing.

Alan eventually breaks into his room. His youngest brother is wearing a hideous off-green sweater with the sleeves ripped off like a muscle shirt. No doubt that was Gordon’s doing when it was once belonged to him.

“C’mon, c’mon! You can’t be sleeping in this close to Christmas!”

“Yes, I can,” Scott grumbles. His voice is muffled by the pillow his face is currently stuffed into.

“I’m going to steal your advent candy.”

Scott waves a hand. It’s probably chocolate again anyways. The soft electronic chime of John’s hologram pings. Alan- with his mouth full of whatever was in the little box- complains to the brother with the next amount of authority.

“Scott’s not waking up! Tell him he has to get up and participate!”

“Don’t you dare side with that little gremlin.”

John raises an eyebrow. “Actually, Scott, you do have to get up. We’ve got a missing hiker in Canada’s Boreal Forest. Normal search and rescue isn’t going to be able to cut it in time with how thick the trees are.”

That wakes Scott up. He rubs at his eyes to clear the sleep from them. Alan moves to finish off his (Scott’s) treat against a wall, leaving the doorway free for Scott to hop out to his loading chute in his pajamas.

“F.A.B.”

 . . .

 The second day of Christmas brings a rescue with quick needed action to Glasgow. An old office building is in the middle of demolition so a new office building can take its place. Somehow, by some mistake of schedule, two workers find themselves trapped on the roof with no way down and ten minutes to go on the explosive’s timer.

“Well, I don’t suppose even Thunderbird One could make this in time, Parker.”

“I’d say so, M’lady. Lucky we h’are close enough to manage this on h’our h’own?”

“Quite right. Let’s get going.”

Parker steps on the gas as he diverts power to FAB 1’s main jet thrusters. The car slides for a moment on the wet asphalt before taking to the skies. England’s weather has been quite chilly lately and it didn’t surprise Penelope in the least that the rain has turned to sleet.

She sits in the backseat with Sherbert asleep at her heels. Today was going to be such a relaxing day of bad Hallmark Christmas movies and Dove chocolates. But duty calls. Or, more specifically, John. He had been quite relieved to hear her proximity to the situation and promised that all the Tracy’s would join her for a romcom Christmas movie night. Penelope would have gone to the rescue anyways, but who was she to turn down an offer like that?

At least she thought to bring along some chocolates for the flight over. Penelope pops one into her mouth and enjoys the mix of dark chocolate and caramel on her tongue.

“H’approaching the blast zone now, M’lady.”

Penelope peeks out the window overlooking Glasgow. The city is covered in slushy-snow, not quite white but not quite gray. Atop a building stripped down to its bare supports are two men in orange vests.

“I’d say we’ve found the workers. How much time do we have, Parker?”

“Only three minutes before the ‘ole thing comes down.”

“Leave the car running,” she says. Parker nods and approaches the roof. He leaves the car hovering inches above the rooftop. Lady Penelope steps out with one hand holding onto the car door for support in her heels. “Gentlemen!”

“You here for us, lady?”

“I am with International Rescue. If you don’t mind hurrying along, we can give you a ride down out of danger.”

The tension from the men’s shoulders leaves in an instant. They clamor to get into FAB 1, away from the cold and away from certain death. Parker sneers at the dirt they smudge on the white leather. But the men are polite and don’t try any funny business with Lady Penelope. And for that, Parker lets them get away with it just this once.

With the men out of harm’s way and FAB 1 directed back to the Creighton-Ward Manor, Penelope is eager to rejoin her lonely sales executive returning home to small town Vermont for Christmas and a love-at-first-sight man.

 . . .

 “I can’t believe these guys have a combined IQ of seventeen,” Kayo sasses as she launches Shadow. Once in the air, she hightails a U-turn towards the west. “I was just getting to add little smiley faces to my sandmen.”

“More like ten,” John sighs. “I’ve got them on the other line and they didn’t even bring spare batteries.”

“And they didn’t even bring spare batteries!”

Kayo cruises in Shadow as ocean turns to land beneath her. December 15th means the Northern hemisphere is cold- something she does not want to get involved in. There’s no point in speeding on this rescue when her rescue timeline had enough wriggle room for a full 24-hour delay. “Please tell me it’s at least not snowing.”

“It’s not snowing.”

“Oh, thank God. Small victories.”

“Mind sending me the cave layout again? I’d rather know what I’m getting into than spelunking blind.”

The controls of Thunderbird Shadow tighten under Kayo’s hand as EOS takes over on autopilot. John slides her the schematic of the entire cave, including where the trapped explorers are stuck. It’s not too deep down in, but some of the passes that the three would-be adventurers slipped through are tiny. Alan’s growth spurt leaves Kayo as the most lithe to passage the cave.

There’s little safety risk so long as Kayo plays by the Earth’s rules. Always have two sources of light and backups, keep a rope tied to the entrance, use the TTE communicator to patch in John through Shadow, and most of all, don’t do anything stupid.

Kayo can handle that.

The cave chamber where the explorers are stuck has a few entrances. Two of them are drops down in, meaning climbing back up will be tricky. But the one appears shallow from the hologram so it may be the best bet.

“Over Montauban now. Another five minutes and I’ll be nearing the cave entrance.”

John acknowledges her position and EOS relinquish control back to Kayo as she swipes away the map. She comes upon the mountains of southern France with wide eyes. The cave entrance is plotted to be out amongst a limestone cliff face. She spots the main opening.

“Umm, John? Where’d you say the trailhead was?”

“It should be over the bluff about two miles north of you.”

Kayo shakes her head. “That’s not going to work. I’ve found the cave entrance and it’s in the side of the cliff with a thousand-foot drop. I’m going to land Shadow near the entrance. Is it stable?”

“It’s all karst and limestone. Stay away from the edge and you should be fine.”

Kayo lands Shadow as John suggested and slides on her harness. She loops a three way rope- one end is around Shadow, another end around a solid looking boulder, and the last is around her waist. Kayo tests the amount of slack she gave herself and nods.

With three extra harnesses in hand, she descends down into the cold cave.

 . . .

 “Isn’t she a beaut?” Gordon sighs dreamily, his head in his hands. “Write it down! December 16th. Seven nests.”

“It’s a bird.”

“A Wedge-tailed Shearwater, thank you very much.”

“It destroyed our sandmen.”

“To lay eggs!”

“There’s a nest on Alan’s sandman’s head.”

Scott comes in with a cheese stick in his mouth like a poor man’s cigar. He claps Kayo on the back as he looks out to the destruction of sand-people. “Circle of life, little sister. We build snowmen, they melt. We build sandmen, they become nesting grounds for sea birds.”

“Wedge-tailed Shearwaters!”

Kayo still flops over on the couch, borrowed binoculars thrown somewhere in the heap of pillows.

“Why don’t you come with me on a rescue to get your mind off such horrible, troubling things,” Scott suggests. He’s only half joking. It wouldn’t hurt to have an extra set of hands on this mission.

Gordon doesn’t look away from the newly built nests. His eyes are glued to the set of binoculars. “You need Thunderbird Two as well? I’m surprised John didn’t wake up Virgil or Alan yet.”

“We debriefed already. It’s a group of four researchers studying penguins down in the Antarctic ice shelf. The shelf started calving and they’re stuck. The heat from Two’s thrusters and the massive size alone getting that close may send the researchers falling.”

The aquanaut sticks out a tongue as Kayo is roped into duty without much of a say.

Kayo finds herself snug in One’s jump seat back behind Scott. It’s roomier than Shadow; she actually has room to kick her legs out in front of her when not in the pilot’s chair. Kayo grips onto the handle above her seat as One launches.

“MIDAS system active. Accelerating to Mach 12,” Scott says into the automatic recording system. “You good back there, Kayo?”

“I want to go back and get revenge on those birds. I’ve never been a bird person.”

“I’ll help. They like dive-bombing me when I went on my run this morning.”

Kayo is satisfied that at least one brother holds some sense of dislike towards birds. She sits back and relaxes into her seat, content to watch the water turn to ice beneath the see-through hull.

“You know, this glacier mission sounds like it’ll be in and out no problem. The researchers have a base they want to be taken to which isn’t far,” Kayo starts as the ride grows a bit too silent after being with Gordon all morning.

“And…?”

“And it’s ice! Ice skating!”

“I thought you hated the snow?”

“I mean, I do,” Kayo clarifies. “But ice skating is fun. Didn’t you and John used to go all the time at the pond back behind Grandma’s farmhouse?”

“Yeah, right until Virgil got old enough and wanted to join us. He did once, fell, cried to Mom, and she didn’t let us back,” Scott says with a tone that shows he’s still bitter about it.

“Well then Virgil doesn’t have to know!”

“We don’t have skates.”

“It’s solid ice. I think boots will do quite nicely to slide across it.”

Scott doesn’t know quite what got into his sister. Normally she’s the voice of reason. But who is he to complain about getting to go ice skating on a glacier?

“Mission first. Then hell yes.”

 . . .

 “Oh, hold up Alan. Virgil, you can go.”

Alan skids on heel from activating his suit up sequence. Virgil cocks an eyebrow before disappearing into his own chute, Thunderbird Two bound. Honestly, Alan’s glad that hideous Christmas sweater is out of sight. Hopefully it gets torn on the automatic dressers. It already has paint on it from where Virgil was painting today- the fifth day of Christmas in his series.

John’s distracted, running a hand through his normally neat hair.

“Shouldn’t I, you know, be getting going?”

“Virgil’s handled plenty of forest fires. This one doesn’t appear to be any different,” John mumbles. “EOS just found a Giramit recycler going haywire.”

“Aren’t those the new space junk recyclers that everyone raved about?”

“Yeah, and this one has eaten five needed satellites in ten minutes. Its detection system must be on overdrive. You’re going to need to fix it before it destroys a craft with people in it.”

“F.A.B.”

Alan settles back down into his black launch chair and as it’s loading down, sets the destination for Three’s cockpit instead of Two. Once in his space suit, John’s voice pops up in his ear.

“Are you okay handling this mission with EOS? I can help, but with Gordon out in the Senkaku Islands and Virgil’s fire…”

“No worries, John. Your child is my child.”

“I am not a child, Alan,” EOS pipes in.

“Eh, potato-potatoe.”

Three launches into space with a mighty roar. Alan’s stomach flip-flops in that vaguely comforting way once he clears the atmosphere and hits 0 G. EOS gives him the run down with a track on the runaway recycler. The mission seems easy enough if not a bit tedious for the shutdown sequence the company ahem… “gave”… EOS.

He directs Three over to the other side of the Earth, right above the southern tip of South America.

“I see some big thing with golden rings sticking out and it’s moving pretty fast. Is that it?”

“Correct. There are two possible targets in the way of the detection system that it is heading towards. Careful not to cross the front otherwise you’d be three,” EOS warns. Her hologram lights twinkle against the starry backdrop.

Alan spots the back paneling hiding the control console. He can’t dock Three to the recycler with the configuration, but he can’t leave it close by either. Its best to leave his ‘Bird out of harms way and EVA over with a hoverboard.

“Alright, opening hatch now.”

Alan takes in a deep breath of his spacesuit air. He pushes off and hooks his magnetic boots to the base of his board. The propulsion is smooth and fast, a new Brains upgrade. Alan reaches the panel in no time. This close to the machine, Alan can see why it’s a problem. The thing is twice the size of Three with grinding rotors that stick out from the front. Luckily, it’s only a matter of unlatching and typing in a ten series code to access the motherboard.

“Woah, this is way less to work with than I planned…” Alan says.

“The shutdown sequence should be easy. It’s a matter of flipping the AT-8 switches off. There’s an automatic reboot sequence that will turn it back on, so disconnecting the detection system wires is your best bet to avoid a repeat of this whole debacle.”

“Sure, sure.”

EOS’s instructions work like a charm. The menacing rumble of the recycler peters out after the three subsequent AT-8 switches are turned off. But there’s still a light flashing. It’s blue rather than red or green- that must be the reboot status. Alan snips the wire before it has the chance to fire back up.”

“Status report, EOS?”

“Well, I don’t detect any signals. The whole thing appears to be offline and using no power.”

Alan whoops a “Mission accomplished” like he’s from a video game. “Time to get back to the Island before Virgil to make peppermint hot chocolate.”

“Why does Virgil need to be absent?”

Alan pouts. “He always steals the marshmallows! Kayo found ones shaped like reindeer and there’s only a handful left.”

“Ah. A true tragedy.”

 . . .

 “Oh, hold up Alan. Virgil, you can go.”

Alan skids on heel from activating his suit up sequence. Virgil cocks an eyebrow before disappearing into his own chute, Thunderbird Two bound.

Virgil enjoys the slide down to Two as the machine throws on his uniform. He slams the top hatch shut and initiates the pre-launch sequence. Once Two is in the air, Virgil opens his channel with his older brother.

“Talk to me, John.”

“We’ve got a multi-hundred-acre forest fire in south Wyoming that’s spreading out of control of local services. Everything’s pretty wet with snow so I can’t imagine it will take more than a good dousing from the water cannon to places they can’t reach.”

“Any civilians?”

“Everyone was evacuated. The only danger right now is to wildlife. Including a group of late migrating Canadian geese. Or so the report says.” John rubs at his eyes.

“Didn’t one bite you when we were little?”

“Two. And would it really be such a bad thing to lose a couple of geese? They’re the devil incarnate.”

“Don’t tell that to Gordon. He’ll come straight over and adopt one and name it John.”

“Gordon’s already dealing with that old fishing net,” John groans as he thinks about their Fish brother being left to his own devices on this mission. “He’s gotten stuck twice and went out swimming another three times to ‘commune with his family in their natural state’.”

Virgil barks a laugh. No wonder John looks exhausted. Gordon’s been out there for three hours already and he knows John hasn’t been able to catch more than five minutes of silence.

“Oh, and sorry about pulling Alan away. We’ve got a space emergency that needs to be dealt with.”

“What, did Santa crash his sleigh?”

“First of all, Christmas isn’t for a week. Second, Santa is a part of an alien species that travels by teleportation, not ship.”

Oh, John must be real tired if he’s getting this sarcastic. Virgil holds his tongue behind a smile at another quip. “You good handling three missions on your own? I’m sure Scott would jump at the chance to take over on one.”

“He and Kayo need to not be involved right now. For my sanity. I’m still mad that they both thought that ice skating on the glacier rescue was a good idea last night.”

“Hey! You’re not the one that had to carry their sorry asses back to the Island after Scott twisted his ankle and Kayo hit her head. But I give it a day before they’re out again. Speaking of, you should come down until Christmas. I know, duty calls and all that, but you can monitor from home and EOS can keep an eye on the station.”

Virgil’s about to argue with all the reasons that John should come down. He needs gravity to help restore his bone density, Alan has a new game to show him in person, (Virgil doesn’t want to be the one to take care of the hospital twins), how he stashed away those cute reindeer marshmallows in a place Alan won’t find right before leaving. And honestly, Virgil just misses his brother.

“Sure.”

“Man, you must be exhausted to agree that easily.”

John shrugs and Virgil knows it’s true. Back-to-back-to-back-to-back rescues all during the holiday season are not what he would call fun. And at least Virgil gets a break from the callouts if Two isn’t needed. But John is needed in virtually every mission.

The astronaut turns away and mutes himself. He says something incomprehensible with lips moving in an exasperated way. When he returns his attention to Virgil, the engineer can only guess that it was Gordon on the other line.

“Please tell me I’m allowed to smother Gordon with a pillow when I see him.”

“You’re allowed to smother Gordon with a pillow when you see him. As long as it’s a holiday one.”

“Deal.”

 . . .

 “Mmh… hey John,” Gordon mumbles. He doesn’t open his eyes, too comfortable from his midmorning nap. He’s stretched out on one of the loungers by the pool like a cat basking in the sunlight. “Is it lunch time already?”

“Looks like you’ll be having lunch in Four. I’ve got a mission for you.”

“Lay it on me, John.”

“Luckily, there’s no people involved here. An old fishing trawler net unfolded itself from ocean sediment and is now causing a huge issue for the sea life around the Senkaku Islands. A Japanese patrol boat went out early this morning and called it in. Unless we get another callout, it’ll be best for the environment and about one hundred migrating sea turtles if you get out there.”

Gordon’s once sleepy eyes light up like the Christmas tree inside. “Oh Johnny Boy, this is the best present you could have ever given me!”

“You’re welcome. And-”

“-don’t call you Johnny. Yeah. Yeah.” Gordon waves off John as he shucks off his pajama shirt before heading to his chute. “But sea turtles! And solo ocean environment mission! Best day ever.”

He hits the button to begin the suit up sequence. John’s hologram fades away as he switches into his aquanautics gear. The quick dive into Four’s cold water tank drives any tiredness lingering in Gordon’s body away. Gordon hums to himself as he goes through all checks. With everything in order and Four shooting out of her on-island launch track, Gordon sets his sites for Japan.

The Senkaku Islands are a chain that Gordon is decently familiar with. Back in the day, it was a hotbed for political and resource disputes between China, Japan, and Taiwan. But now the islands are home to a small animal conservatory and outreach post.

Gordon sets Four on autopilot in the calm waters to enjoy a lunch of Celery crunch bars. The trip is going to take a while; Japan isn’t exactly in their backyard. But with the others on downtime and no immediate peril, sailing the seas for a few days will have to do. Gordon pushes the pilots chair back to stretch out his legs. His mind runs through a list of things he could do in the meantime.

Finish his nap.

Take inventory and plan out his meals.

Watch Buddy and Ellie.

Call John.

A smile creeps over his face. That last option is mighty tempting. Gordon taps on his console until it connect with his ginger brother. He’d due down dirt side in a few days but that never stopped Gordon before.

“Heyyy John. Did you know that there’s an octopus that farms bacteria…”

 . . .

 “I cannot in good conscience bring you two on this mission.”

“Okay then, have a guilty conscience. We’re still coming.”

John really wants to fight Scott on this one. He and Kayo are still supposed to be on bed rest after that ice skating accident. A call came in about an earthquake in a rural farming county with a few farmers trapped in their crumbling homes. John normally has no qualms about going on rescues, but this is definitely a job for multiple hands and his preferred, non-injured brothers are out in Jamaica.

“Virgil cleared you both of concussions?”

Kayo is already strapping herself into one of the two passenger seats in One. “Just a few pulled muscles. He really over exaggerated.”

Scott moves to the pilot’s chair. John grabs his arm and points him in the direction of the spot next to Kayo.

“John, there’s no way you’re flying my ‘Bird.”

“Over exaggerated or not, Virgil was worried about you two. I’m already going to get an earful for bringing you along. I pilot alone or I pilot with you two in the back.”

That earns John a round of grumbles but no more protesting.

The launch is clunky and nowhere near as smooth as Scott would be able to pull off. John hopes it makes Scott and Kayo both rethink coming along. EOS pops up on the holographic display. The two behind John crane their necks to listen in on the debrief.

“The earthquake was registered as a 7.9 as of one minute ago.” EOS’s soft voice updates the trio. “I have done multiple scans of the area and all of the families but three managed to get to safety. There are no deaths reported and the families appear to be in stable locations but trapped amongst rubble.”

“Thanks, EOS. We’ll see to it that they get out safely.”

John waves away EOS’s display. There’s no need to strain One’s engines in a rush to get to the scene.

They arrive in time for the noon sun to blaze its heat down on their backs. Scott rips his helmet off immediately after touching down on the ground. So much for protocol. Kayo drags her hand down on her helmet to pull up the electronic display.

“Scott, there’s a family over that way,” Kayo says. “John, go to the left. I’m picking up life signs buried beneath the old barn you can see in the distance. I’ll search around for the last group.”

John nods at her directions. His own helmet fits snug around his skull. EOS’s voice guides him to the trapped family. It’s a bit of a jaunt over. John knows he’s not so much on the athletic side when it comes to rescues with gravity so he walks to conserve as much energy as possible.

He finds a herd of cattle milling around, as if to watch what happens to the barn and the people inside. John shoos them away. He never did like cows, even when Uncle Ron would send them out to their fields for a wider pasture.

“Can you hear me? I’m with International Rescue,” John calls out in Spanish. He listens for any response from the collapsed building.

“Down here!”

With a closer range, John runs a scan of the area. He finds four life signs huddled together in a low pocket of the barn. It all appears to be made of wood and stones. Not great for support on getting the folks out of danger, but he’d take wood over metal beams any day.

John slithers through the openings he finds. At certain points, he stops to check the integrity of the groaning structure. When his scans show up red, he adds in portable support beams from his baldric to keep the barn from collapsing quite yet. John descends down until his light flashes over a pair of eyes.

“Are any of you injured?”

“Elisa has a broken arm,” the older woman says.

“Alright. That will be best treated up above. Anyone else?”

A chorus of no’s has John sighing in relief. He back crawls out of the space so there’s room for the group to exit.

“I want you to follow me out.”

John checks back. All four people are following his moves exactly. They’re too scared to try and rush. A good thing, too. Rushing adrenaline is never good in a precarious building collapse. A girl moans in pain from the middle of the group.

“Just a little while more. The nice man will get us out safe,” the woman says to a teenager. John doesn’t respond. He spots the sunlit hole where he entered an arm’s length away.

John crawls out first. Each person comes after him. The astronaut helps to guide their bodies out of the hole to avoid scrapes and splinters. When the girl Elisa is ready to pop out, John braces her torso and pulls her out himself. The final person is a man that waves John off to help Elisa. He manages to escape the collapse on his own.

“Why don’t we sit to fix your arm?” John asks. Elisa is ashen in the face. She nods and the older woman by her side helps her to sit. The last thing John wants to deal with is trying to get her back to Two after passing out. Her break is a clean one. John’s scanners pop up that the bone cracked in half in an even line and the bones fragments didn’t separate any. He splints it and offers up some water from his baldric.

As the group takes turns with John’s water, the astronaut calls up the other two. “Thunderbird One, Thunderbird Shadow. How’re we looking?”

“Good here, John. None of mine have injuries. They’re requesting to leave to a friend’s home.”

“And you checked them out?”

“Affirmative. No injuries, visible or otherwise.”

“F.A.B. Let them go.”

Scott signs off, leaving Kayo. “I have one older gentlemen who’s having pain in his hips. The rest are fine.”

“I’ve got a younger girl here with a broken arm. You and Scott stay here, I’ll run them over to the nearest medical center.”

An easy, straightforward rescue for the eighth day before Christmas.

John hopes Virgil’s posse is having as easy of a time as they are.

 . . .

 Virgil and the accrued help are not having as easy of a time.

“Oh my God, that lady didn’t have on any pants!”

“Allie, shh!”

Virgil turns his communications to direct only. Beside him, The Mechanic chuckles at the antics of the youngest two. It’s a low sound that Virgil hasn’t heard often.

“Those two don’t get off the Island much, do they?”

“Nope. Internal thermocoupler.” The Mechanic passes over the device. Virgil scoots further up on his back to reach the port. “To be fair, I would have the same reaction.”

“I am just thankful you didn’t make me do crowd control. Dynamic fuse,0.22 millimeter.”

Virgil holds up the half installed thermocouple with one hand and digs around his baldric with the other. His fingers brush the fuse. It’s a delicate act passing over the glass fuse to The Mechanic’s waiting hand without breaking it.

“My question is: who thought that building a night club, strip club, whatever on the same island as a nuclear reactor would be a good plan?”

“Someone who doesn’t know how nuclear reactors work.”

The Mechanic isn’t wrong. Virgil finishes up with the repairs on his side of the coolant engine. The Mechanic continues to tinker. Only his feet stick out into the abandoned control room. Virgil taps away on his wrist controls. Radiation levels are dropping and their hazard suits aren’t close to their limit. But the core is hovering at the high end of critical. Waiting any longer to restore the plant’s shut down systems risks having a supercritical reaction on their hands.

“Virgil,” Alan says. His voice cuts through his mute function. “Um, we’ve got a situation. No one here has like… any clothes.”

“Ha! This reminds me of Olympics.” Gordon’s voice is tinny as it drifts through Alan’s speakers.

“I don’t see how that’s my problem.”

“Try dropping the shut down valve levers by two inches. I need to see if this is the problem,” The Mechanic says. His voice is muffled by the machine.

“This reminds me of the Olympics.”

Virgil does as Alan chimes in. “First off, because I’m uncomfy. I don’t think I like girls anymore.”

“Thanks for sharing with the class, Alan.”

“Second, I’m picking up a spike of radiation. EOS is tracking a change in the wind pattern and it’s bringing everything right over here.”

“Is it Beta?”

“This definitely reminds me of the Olympics.”

“Yup!”

One problem solved as The Mechanic gives Virgil a stoic thumbs up.

“Okay. I don’t love this idea at all mind you, but load everyone up into Two. Those that don’t fit, give them shock blankets, safety blankets, anything they can wrap their skin in. Take the first load of people to the main island and come back for the second. We’re still a ways out from pulling the core to subcriticality.”

“F.A.B. I guess.”

The Mechanic takes lead of guiding himself and Virgil through the maze of reactors. Virgil’s running stats through EOS and distracted enough that he runs face first into The Mechanic’s back. The man doesn’t acknowledge the blunder, he only points to the door labelled 73.

“This is the meltdown center. Are suits are still good?”

“We’re at 57% integrity. As long as this doesn’t go horribly, horribly wrong, we’re in the clear.”

The Mechanic nods. He counts to three and opens the door to the other side.

 . . .

 “So, I heard you had quite the fun night?”

Gordon cackles like a madman. “You should have seen Alan! Classic!”

“I had nightmares about it last night,” Alan says. Kayo peeks over the edge of the ouch to find where he’s been hiding. His legs are sprawled out on the backrest of the couch while his head dangles upside down.

“Dancing isn’t your thing, huh?”

“I don’t think Alan even knows how to dance,” John adds from his perch at Dad’s desk. His deftly flicking through ha holographic report from EOS.

“Uh, excuse you Mr. I Can’t Even Walk On My Own Two Feet. I’m better than you I bet,” Alan snaps back.

“Didn’t you take dancing classes in college?” Kayo asks.

John claps his hands together in a beat of finality as his wrist communicator beeps. “Well, looks like I have to go on a rescue. See you three later.”

“Liar!”

John lets his siblings feel superior in the idea that he’s retreating form the conversation. In reality, he really does have to go on a mission. He winds his way downstairs to the space elevator. His spacesuit is tight an familiar in comparison to his loose dirt side clothes.

“What do we have, EOS?”

The question is rhetorical. John’s already pulling up the data of the distress call as his AI connects to the space elevator computer system.

“The new Greening Space Villa sent out an EVA tour group that has disconnected from the tethers due to space debris.”

John rubs at the crease between his eyes. “This is why we shouldn’t let civilians do whatever they want in space. Can you track the group’s location.”

“Of course, John,” EOS responds. Her voice is proud and sassy. “I already have.”

“Physical status of everyone?”

“All appear of positive health. No injuries. They are simply drifting.”

“And need to be rounded up. I got it.”

The space elevator shutters as it docks with Thunderbird 5. John slips into the loading dock before making a sharp turn into his exosuit launch chute. His slides on his helmet before gripping the metal rungs to allow the suit to attach to his body. The suit automatically ramps up in acceleration to launch John out of Five.

The Villa is a hop, skip, and short spacewalk away from Five. John spots the reflective silver of their suits almost immediately. EOS patches him into their frequency.

“Hi there, this is International Rescue. It seems you guys are in need of a bit of assistance.”

Every person’s head snaps to look at John. The relief is palpable behind their heavy eye shadow and five o’clock whiskey shadows.

“Yes! Oh thank God! I almost missed my tennis match with Lord Bradford.”

“Ooh, and a handsome young man they sent.”

“Mind bringing us there now? I do have a gala to attend.”

John uses his hands as a social shield when a rush of socialites all come to him with their problems. He’s thrust back to that day of the gala with Penelope and how horrible that had been. Luckily, the instructor is there to save him from the panic of conversations. She’s a gruff old woman that certainly isn’t paid enough to be taking these folks out on space EVAs.

“If you’ve got the acceleration, I’ve got the tethers,” she says. The instructor pulls a long interlocking tether out of her suit pocket. “It ain’t much, but it’ll save you a few trips.”

“Uh, sure.”

John takes the rope in hand. It’s similar to the cables older astronauts used before magnetic boots could adhere to the sides of satellites. He gives it a few test tugs. Nothing seems to be fragile or in risk of snapping. John nods his thanks to the instructor. One woman much too old to be space rated latches onto John’s arm.

“Well I’ll be! This hunk is looking to tie us right up.”

“Here here!”

“I must ask ma’am,” John pauses to clear his throat. “Are you drunk.”

“As the day is long, I am.”

Great. Now it’s a rescue and business affairs mission. John switches his mic over so only EOS can hear him. She’ll look into revoking the entire Villas space operations permits. With more thing to worry about, John looks to finish this mission with record time.

He grabs a hold of one of the men who had been less rowdy than the women. John hooks the tether to his suit first before floating to another waiting in the back of the group. It’s a pattern of the louder drunks that could cause issues if they interfere with his flight in between the folks who look to be out here by pure bad luck. John stops at the instructor last.

“I’ll tie you to the back. Keep me updated if anything is looking funny.”

“Sounds good to me.”

The group is secured. John gives an experimental boost of propulsion. Everyone ‘whoa’s!’ into their helmet mics; and the most important part, no one flies off.

John aims himself for the villa and takes off.

 . . .

 The eleventh day of Christmas.

Virgil can’t believe one of them isn’t hurt by this point.

It’s almost inevitable, especially around Christmas. Winter in the Northern hemisphere means widespread snow and a greater likelihood of encountering the blistering cold and ice. Virgil honestly can’t remember the last year someone wasn’t in the infirmary long term. Kayo and Scott don’t count as that was their own doing- not a mission’s.

The holocom beeps with an incoming call. John’s quick turnaround mission not the villa and back down left him drained vertigo ridden. Virgil can’t blame him.

Gordon beats him to the answer button and patches the line through.

“International Rescue, Gordon speaking. How may we be of assistance today?”

Virgil rolls his eyes. The Fish gets a kick out of using a customer service voice when the call is voice only. Virgil grabs the last mug of coffee from the pot and settles in on the lounge couch as Gordon handles the details. Brains joins them as the initial panic of the caller settles once he realizes he’s speaking to International Rescue agents. It’s a heavily accented man speaking English to the best of his abilities.

“We’ve got trucks of anhydrous ammonia tankers that were coming. The ice caused one crash and others followed. We have little amount of time before the wind blows it to town.”

“Anhydrous ammonia?” Gordon asks.

“Mmh. Dangerous to breathe in.”

Virgil traces where the call is from. Mykolaiv, Ukraine. The dots connect in his head. “Makes sense. You’re using it for crops and farming?”

“Yes. We are moving it to store. Safer than pipelines.”

“We’ll be out there shortly. If anything gets worse, don’t hesitate to contact us.” Gordon disconnects the call.

Brains is tapping on his chin, deep in thought. “W-wait, Virgil!”

Virgil has to do a sidestep to avoid triggering his chute. “What?”

“I’ve been working on a n-new aerosol collection system. It’ll b-be useful. I don’t how long your f-filtrations can work against the am-ammonia.” Brains runs down to his lab. Virgil shakes his head at the other engineer’s antics.

“F.A.B. Brains.”

 . . .

 “And where did you say this rescue was?”

Alan wants to be sure he heard correctly. There’s no way he missed it.

“At the Sightman concert in Tokyo.”

“You mean… the one at the Dome? The one with 75,000 fans? The one that even I couldn’t get a ticket for? And you wouldn’t let me go ‘cause it’s Christmas Eve?”

Scott bites the inside of his cheek. “Yes. That one.”

“Oh my God!!”

Kayo walks into the scene with the rest of the three Tracy boys hot on her tail. “He does realize this is a serious rescue, right?”

John flicks through the statistics and his face darkens. “And 75,000 sold out seats means 75,000 people in the way of an incoming tsunami?”

“Alan!”

“This is like a Christmas present…” the youngest mumbles. But he settles down all the same for Virgil to grip at his shoulders and stare at him eye level.

“This is a job. We are helping people, not listening to death metal. Okay?”

“Can I be the one to help Kimo Miyakani?”

“Sure, if you can get suited up and in Two before he and his drums get caught in a panicking horde fighting their way to safety,” Kayo deadpans. She sits in the black leather seat next to Alan’s. Alan flings himself in the seat and triggers the chute.

His whooping can be heard even after the floor seals.

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Only For A Moment: September

Summary: A series of shorter one shots from Chris and Whitney’s life together throughout the pandemic. Some happy times, some harder times, some fluff and some things a little more sexy - they work through it all as they try to get settled in their new and blossoming relationship.

Chris Evans x OFC

Part of the Once Bitten/More Hearts series

Only For A Moment: August

Note: I really liked writing this part so please let me know your thoughts!

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September 2020

Before the pandemic hit, we'd planned to send Grayson to preschool in the fall after he turned three. However, with the state of the world when the time arrived, it became a more complicated decision. We knew the benefits - we knew it would give him the opportunity to make friends and jumpstart his learning - but after many long, anxiety filled discussions, we decided to keep him home for another year. We didn't need it for childcare as neither of us had any work on the horizon and he still had another year before kindergarten so he wouldn't be missing out on preschool education completely. The risks just seemed to outweigh the benefits at that point in time given the case numbers in our area.

But not everyone had such an easy choice to make. People with older children had to educate them somehow - whether that be in person or online. In person classes had a much higher risk of exposure to the virus, but online classes were harder for children to focus on and required much more participation from the parents.

Carly had made the difficult choice to keep her kids at home and continue their online education, but it was proving to be harder than she'd anticipated. The kids were tired of learning through a computer and they missed their friends. Despite the risk of in person learning, they wanted to go back to school and were dragging their heels when it came to doing their work at home.

They started in August and by the middle of September, Carly was quickly losing her patience with all three of her children and, after a tearful phone call from his sister, Chris and I agreed to take them for an afternoon. They had some homework that we had to make sure they did, but Chris' goal was more related to sending them home with a renewed appreciation for their parents and a promise to keep working hard.

He'd picked them up just after lunch and given them a stern - but understanding - talking to on the way over to our place, but once they arrived he was back to being fun Uncle Chris and started their afternoon of school with gym class in the form of a soccer game. He ran them around the yard for over an hour before they wrapped up the game and came in for a snack. Then, the real school work started.

"So," Chris clapped. "What homework does everyone have?"

"Math..."

Ethan wrinkled his nose in disgust as he answered and his siblings nodded their heads in agreement.

"Well, it's your lucky day!" Chris grinned. "Whitney happens to be a math whiz! She went to university to be an accountant."

It was hard not to laugh at the disgust on their faces and I was tempted to inform them of the fact that I had dropped out just to retain my status as their uncle's 'cool' girlfriend. I thought that information might not help inspire them to work though so I kept it to myself.

"Why did you do that?" Miles questioned. "That's so boring!"

"It doesn't have to be," I insisted. "Chris, why don't you take Gray to do a puzzle or something and we'll get this work out of the way?"

"Sure," Chris nodded, plucking Grayson off the stool he was sitting on and throwing the giggling child over his shoulder. "And remember, the faster the homework gets done, the faster we can get back to doing fun stuff!"

I waited until Chris had left the room before shooting a smile at the little students that I was left with.

"Okay, now that he's gone, I can show you the secret to making math fun," I told them, stretching up to grab a big jar of jelly beans from the top shelf of a cupboard. It was Chris' secret stash, but I was sure he wouldn't be too mad if I borrowed it. "You just need to find some motivation."

The kid's eyes went wide.

"Are those Uncle Chris'?" Ethan asked, a hint of wonder in his voice.

"Yep," I smiled. "So, let's hurry and get to work before he comes back and catches us."

I shot them a wink and they all scurried off to get their notebooks.

-

It was easier to incorporate the candy into Miles and Stella's math homework as in the younger grades, they were mostly doing addition and subtraction. I helped them use the jelly beans as counters and let them eat them after every few questions. For Ethan, it was a bit trickier. In sixth grade, he was getting more into the start of algebra and some harder level fractions which jelly beans were less useful in. Instead, we used them as motivation and he got to eat a couple of jelly beans for every row of questions he finished.

We almost got away with our jelly bean thievery, but just as the kids were packing up their books, I heard a gasp come from the doorway.

"Are those my jelly beans?!"

The kids all burst out laughing as I shot Chris a sheepish look.

"I'm sorry. They needed some encouragement..."

Chris shook his head, but the smile on his face told me that he wasn't really that upset.

"I trusted you," he scolded me. "Now I'll have to find a new hiding spot and you won't be informed of its whereabouts."

I pouted at that as Grayson scrambled up onto the stool beside me to get his hands in the candy before it was moved.

"You could just be nice and share," I pointed out. "Making them forbidden just makes them more tempting."

"Yeah, Uncle Chris," Ethan nodded in agreement. "Plus, you're always telling us that we have to share stuff."

"You're getting too smart, kid," Chris smiled at him. "But unfortunately for you, I'm still in charge which means you have to do as I say, not as I do."

Ethan rolled his eyes at that as Stella frowned.

"That's not fair!"

"That's life," Chris shrugged. "Now, who's going to help me make some dinner?"

Grayson and Stella threw their hands up in the air as I popped another jelly bean into my mouth.

"What are we having?"

"Pasketti!" Grayson enthusiastically informed me, earning a laugh from Chris as he ruffled his hair.

"Spaghetti," he clarified. "With Ma's recipe for the sauce."

"Ooh, yum!"

I stole one last jelly bean before putting the lid back on the jar. The kids all whined in protest, but if Chris was making dinner then I knew it was time for me to stop stuffing them with sugar.

We all stayed in the kitchen as Chris started getting things ready, giving the kids simple jobs to do like opening jars and the occasional stirring. Dinner was about halfway ready when Miles got a cheeky smirk on his face.

"Uncle Chris?" He questioned, getting Chris' attention. "Aren't you going to sing the spaghetti song?"

That piqued my interest and I raised an eyebrow at Chris whose cheeks were slightly pinker than they'd been moments before.

"What's the spaghetti song?"

"On Top of Spaghetti," Chris informed me as if I should know what he was talking about. I didn't and my face must have shown him that. "C'mon! You have to know it!"

"I can't say that I do," I shrugged. "You'll have to enlighten me."

"Daddy sings it every time we have pasketti!" Grayson informed me, still mispronouncing the word.

"Well, I think I need to learn it then," I smiled. "Go on, Chris. Let's hear it."

The kids all agreed with me, hassling him to start the song.

"Alright, alright," he agreed after a moment of resistance. His cheeks were still looking a little rosy with embarrassment as he took a deep breath and then began. "On top of spaghetti, all covered with cheese. I lost my poor meatball, when somebody sneezed..."

I watched - filled with an almost overwhelming sense of affection for him - as he sang through all the verses of the song. The kids joined in where they could and all of them were giggling by the time he was done.

"Again, again!"

Grayson started the chant, but they all joined in and with a smirk, I did too.

"Yes, Chris! Again, again!" I teased. "So I can film it for Instagram!"

"Ha-ha," Chris laughed sarcastically. "You're so funny, Whitney. There will be no filming of this performance."

"But just think how much your fans would love it," I smiled. "You'd melt the hearts of women all over the world."

Chris let out a laugh at that comment, but didn't have time to respond before the kids took over again, demanding another performance. Once he was sure that my phone was safely out of reach, he launched into another round of song.

-

By the time dinner was done and the kids were all settled in front of the TV watching a movie, my heart was feeling rather full. Seeing Chris with all the children and enjoying the afternoon of a house full of their joy and laughter had me feeling things I hadn't been entirely sure I was ready to contemplate yet.

As I sat at the island in the kitchen, sipping my second glass of wine as Chris finished loading the dishwasher, I broached the subject.

"Today has been really nice," I told him, my voice catching his attention in the quiet room. "Having a house full of kids."

That thought clearly gripped his interest as he spun around to face me, still drying his hands.

"Yeah?" The excitement in his voice was palpable. "We haven't talked about that, have we? Do you want more kids?"

"I do," I smiled at his overzealous reaction. "At least one more. I'd like Grayson to have a sibling. It seems lonely to make him grow up all alone."

"It does," he agreed. "I can't imagine growing up without siblings."

"What about you?" I asked. "I mean, I know you've mentioned in interviews that you want a big family, but is that real? Or just for the family man image that your fans love so much?"

Chris chuckled and shrugged, but there was something sheepish about the way he was looking at me.

"Honestly?" He paused as if waiting for a response, but it seemed unnecessary. We both knew I wouldn't want anything other than the truth in a moment like this. "I want at least two more, maybe even three. Hell, I'd have another one right now if you were willing."

I almost choked on the wine I was sipping as those words left his mouth, but as I placed my glass safely back on the counter, the coughing shifted into laughter.

"We can't have another one now," I protested. "We've only been together for like four months!"

"Five," he corrected with a soft smile. "And we were only together for one night before we had Gray and I think he's turned out alright."

He was right about that and I would have been lying if I said that the thought of another little baby didn't stir something inside me, but the more rational side of me came through.

"We can't just rush into another baby," I insisted. "I appreciate your enthusiasm, but that's a big decision."

"I know it is," Chris assured me. "I'm half-kidding. I know it's not something we can rush into, but another part of me thinks it would be nice to have one now while we've got nothing else going on."

"That's true, but this pandemic won't last forever," I pointed out. "Even if you got me pregnant right now, you'll hopefully be working again before it would even be born. I'm not sure I could deal with Grayson and a newborn all by myself."

"Yeah, but some experts think this mess is gonna last for a few years still which would make this the perfect time to have a baby."

I shot him a look and he shrugged with a smirk.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves," I warned him. "Let's just see how this whole pandemic situation goes for a bit longer before we make any massive life plans."

"Alright, alright," Chris chuckled, coming around to my side of the island. He rested his chin on my shoulder and slid his arms around my waist, placing his hands on my stomach. "It would be nice though, wouldn't it? Having another little baby around. Another little mix of the two of us."

I could feel his breath on my neck as his voice was low in my ear and I had to admit that he was right. I was one of the lucky women who actually loved being pregnant and, despite how exhausting and stressful the newborn phase was, I did miss having a little baby around.

But my worries about our ability to co-parent if we split up were still lingering in my mind. They'd been eased slightly by how solid our relationship had been so far, but if it all fell apart, I was still worried about how we would cope. Adding another baby to that so soon seemed like a foolish thing to do.

"It would be nice," I agreed, letting my hands rest on top of his. "It will be nice, one day."

"Well, whenever you're ready," Chris paused to place a kiss on my neck. "Just let me know."

I smiled at his eagerness and turned my head to kiss his cheek.

"I will," I assured him. "And maybe, once the kids have gone home and Grayson's in bed, we could practice. Just so we know what we're doing when the time comes..."

"Oh, I know what I'm doing," Chris practically growled, his grip tightening around me to pull me closer against him. "Don't you worry about that."

I giggled at his confidence before wiggling out of his grasp and standing up from the stool I'd been sitting on.

"I'm not worried, but practice makes perfect, right?"

With a wink, I grabbed my wine and turned to leave the room and check on the kids. Our conversation had given me plenty to think about, but it was comforting as well. I had no doubts that one day I wanted to expand our little family and even if I wasn't quite ready yet, it was nice to know that Chris was on board.

The man was born to be a father, he excelled in every aspect of parenting, and I was grateful that I was the one who got to help him find that role and that I got to share the experience with him.

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October + November [part one]

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I love reading your how to guide they're fun to read and I was wondering if you do a how to be the brother's sugar mama 🤣

So I'm not going to lie, I'm pretty sure Lucifer would let you be his Sugar Mama over his actual dead body so... I did a Sugar Baby instead. If you really want me to write the Sugar Mama, message me and I wiiilllll but I think it’s more of a stretch then I was comfortable taking otherwise. But if we're doing this at all, we're going to have to do it NSFW people. It’s going to be sort of unavoidable either way, so strap in cause I sure did.

How to be a Demon's Sugar Baby

Make the Most of Your Bartered Soul!

Well, well, well this is quite the arrangement you've made with the forces of Hell now, isn't it?  There's nothing wrong with expecting a full return on your investment since you did give away your soul for this so it's time to enjoy that compensation! While we're sure that you're ready to be spoiled rotten by your beloved demon, there are going to be certain things expected of you in order to keep that affection flowing. In our guide, How to be a Demon's Sugar Baby, we will give you insight into what kind of actions you should expect to perform as well as the benefits you can receive when you start pampering your dearest demon! Always remember, love isn't material, but having good stuff is really nice regardless!

ATTENTION: This guide contains material not suitable for all workplaces. Reader's discretion advised.

Lucifer

What a wonderful selection for this kind of relationship because this demon is loaded! You need not worry about asking for too much. Whatever your heart's desire, Lucifer can provide.

HOWEVER… He's not a very generous demon. Every cent that he gives you, you will have to earn. The man isn't in the business of giving handouts, even to cuties like yourself.

Lucifer can be a demanding Sugar Daddy for sure. He will expect you to be ready for him at the drop of a hat. One text, one call, even a passing mention of your name, and you should be there. No questions asked or you will be punished.

It pays to be astute with Lucifer, too. If you're good, then he shouldn't even have to command you. One step in the room and you should know just what to do and how he's going to want it. Though remember, even if he doesn't say much, he's in control here.

There will be times where he's not looking for a little release and just needs some relaxation. You'll, of course, be expected to provide for that too: back rubs, tea, and pleasant conversation are all options you should get acquainted with very quickly.

Understand this now, anything short of perfection is not tolerated. If he's taking you anywhere, you're going to have to look/be amazing Every. Time. He'll make sure you'll have everything for it, but there's going to be no slacking off with him. Ever.

If you're looking to satisfy Lucifer, you won't just be a side piece or arm candy. You will be a trophy and he will spoil you like one.

Mammon

So maybe you don't like your Sugar Daddy with a lot of cash, but just the inability to say "no" to you in nearly any capacity…? Then Mammon's is your perfect pick!

True, it may not be wise to choose a Sugar Daddy who seems chronically without sugar to give but if there's any gambler in you then Mammon can be a near constant rush.

His highs are your highs, if he's out gambling then he'll want you on his arm or in his lap for good luck. Cheer him on and sprinkle in a bit of teasing because he's positive he makes better bets when he feels on top of the world.

If he makes a killing, then it's an all night celebration. He may even cover you in the Grimm just to enjoy how it looks. You won't stay like that very long though, because he'll need to have his way with you quite a few times before the sun comes up.

Don't fret, most of that money that he makes is going to go towards you anyway. You won't have to worry about him putting his bills over his Sugar (even if it's ill-advised).

Do remember that Mammon is a cheapskate at heart, but you shouldn't have any trouble bypassing that if there's something you want. Flash him some big, watery eyes and he'll cave every time until he goes broke again...

And then his lows are your lows… But if you still show him kindness and compassion even when he's flat broke, we guarantee he will never leave your side.

Leviathan 

Are you an otaku/gamer/geek who wants copious amounts of that sweet, sweet merch and a little love on the side? Then you also want Levi.

Just know that this demon is desperate for love in his life so you'll be busy on most days. Levi needs to be lavished in attention: cuddles, pets, kisses, and probably more sex than you can process. He's veeery pent up...

Thankfully, he stays in his room all the time so you can do whatever you like away from prying eyes! Which is good, because he tends to get adventurous when he's confident. There won't be a spot in his room you two have not been before.

Like Mammon, Levi's going to need a cheerleader as much as he does a lover. Nothing is quite like starting a competitive match with someone very vocally in your corner.

We do hope you like anime, video games, or general geekry because he won't tolerate indifference. You need not have memorized the entirety of the TSL Extended Compendium, but you should at least be able to identify his favorite characters or scenes in anything he watches. You won't last long otherwise.

If you can then consider the entirety of Akuzon's wares to be yours. You'll only need to ask. If there's any particular series that you enjoy, expect its merch to be gifted to you whenever he sees it. He'll have very little self-control (especially if it's all for you).

Truthfully, we have no idea where Levi gets his money so just don’t question how he keeps buying you so many things... It's probably some shady cryptocurrency or black market type stuff so we recommend you stay out of his finances, lest you learn something you regret...

Satan 

Ah, an intellectual are you? Not satisfied with just a fancy new car or a designer handbag? Do you need the very best that the world has to offer? The most beautiful, artistic, and thought-provoking goods you can find?? Then really your only choice is Satan.

… But do you like pets? We sincerely hope you like pets…

In truth, Satan will want two things from you: some stimulating conversation and a little pet play.

This is very much a "gentleman by day" arrangement. He'll be sure to treat you to very nice things all the time: wine tastings, art shows, even red carpet events thanks to his connections.

He won't mind taking you anywhere as long as you can engage that brain of his. Abstract conversations or discussions about hard topics will earn you even better trips the next time around...

But "by night" you will have a nickname, a collar, and probably a tail plug too. This man is bound and determined to have a cat and he does not care how.

If the idea of crawling for him makes you want to save face then don't worry. You needn't be an obedient kitty, not even for him.

In fact, he'd much prefer you act out from time to time because if there's one thing he likes more than cats, it's brats. Be cute for him and maybe he'll go easy on you if you like.

Asmodeus 

Do you like shopping? Just, the act of shopping in general? Do you want someone who won't just sign a check but shop with you? Asmo's the man.

He loves shopping and he loves shopping for you! He won't just stand outside the dressing room on his phone, he'll be a very active participant in making you happy.

A veeerrry active participant… Everywhere… Probably including that dressing room…

You need to understand now that Asmo is insatiable. Whatever you believe a high sex drive is, double it and then you will get Asmo on a Tuesday.

He's giving. Very giving in fact, in money and in bed, but that won't change that he is a monster. His stamina is unreal, his desire is unmatched, and assuming that you are not an incarnation of Aphrodite herself You. Will. Not. Keep. Up.

If you choose to be with Asmo it will be a hellish bliss. You will be pampered like royalty on a sea of euphoria until the tide overtakes you and you drown.

If this warning isn't enough to dissuade you, we wish you the best of luck. Asmo may bring you to the greatest highs of your life, but he very much can be the death of you too...

Beelzebub 

You know, food can be expensive. Especially if you have a bit of an appetite… If an endless food supply is what you're after, then you need Beel in your life!

He'll always be down to go out and try new foods or take you to whatever restaurant you like (provided he's eating there too, of course).

Considering the amount that he eats there's no way you can top his bill so order as much as you like! You'll get through what? Four? Five courses? He'll get cut off around 12.

Restaurants aside, food will be mostly what Beel expects from you so we do hope you like cooking. Cuddles and kisses are well and good but this demon needs to eat.

Speaking of which… Truthfully, being with Beel is almost just like a normal relationship but there's just one catch….

Beel is practically an oral addict. He will want to get a taste of you and once he does you ought to resign yourself to being his new fix. 

A session with Beel is not for the faint of heart. He can be down there for hours and won't stop even if you're a drooling, overstimulated wreck. His aftercare is sweet but it's a hell of a journey getting there. Be warned.

Belphegor

So maybe all these other options just sound like too much work... You want a Sugar Daddy, but someone who's on the laidback side, right? Introducing Belphegor.

Belphie is a man of simple pleasures. A quiet afternoon, a long nap, and maybe a game or some mischief in the middle of the night. You won't have to worry about doing very much because he won't be conscious very long...

He will, however, get his money's worth in the hours that he's awake.

Belphegor is a lazy soul, so don't expect him to put much work into things. His favorite tactic will be to get you so frustrated that you jump him. Then he can just sit back and enjoy the fun with a smug smile on his face…

If you're not riding him in some way then you're probably going to be his new pillow. He will find a way to sleep on you in every position possible until he finds a favorite and just sticks to that.

As far as what he offers, Belphie will pretty much just toss money in your direction and leave it up to you to spend it. He’s not a shopping man...

In the rare cases that he does go out and buy you a gift take it as a compliment. You’ve motivated him to leave the House for longer than twenty minutes so you must be exactly what he was after.

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