#like homie do you get how BAD that sounds?

[imwritesometimes]

I'll believe it when I see it

[arieslost]

ok i don’t know if it’s just me who gets really giggly when it’s late at night but imagine laying in bed with lando and you’re just rambling about smth so stupid that it ends with you two just giggling at nothing. like getting full on stomach cramps from laughing but there wasn’t even anything funny to begin with

anon u and i are the SAME! once its past midnight i always end up becoming a victim of the late night sillies 💔

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1:30 am | ln4

you knew you were up too late when you nearly tripped over the loose edge of the blanket you and lando had been sharing on your way back to the couch, and when he had caught you before you could hit your head or anything, you started laughing.

“oh, no,” he’d groaned dramatically. “got the late night giggles already, huh?”

“uh-uh,” you shook your head, even though him saying the words “late night giggles” was enough to make laughter start bubbling up in your throat again.

something always shifted in you when the clock struck a certain hour at night, and lando had only been witness to it a handful of times before you moved in together.

now, you’d managed to get through the rest of the movie the two of you were watching without laughing, even if it meant biting your lip hard and refusing to make eye contact with your boyfriend. it was bad enough feeling his eyes on you every time he wanted to see your reaction to something that happened on the tv. making eye contact would just take you out entirely for no reason whatsoever.

which is why you think you’ve successfully avoided making a fool of yourself when you’re both finally laying in bed with the lights out at the fine hour of 1:30 in the morning.

“you’re so far away,” lando grumbles, dragging your body into his so his one arm is around your shoulders and your face is nestled in his neck.

“better?” you ask, smiling when he shivers as your lips brush his skin.

“mhmm.” he’s quiet for a moment, running his fingers up and down your arm. “you’re gonna come to miami, right?”

“yeah, if you want me to.”

“what kind of question is that, babe?” he cranes his neck in a way that tells you he’s fixing you with a judgy look even though you can’t see each other.

you shrug, feeling the giggles building up again for no reason whatsoever. “i dunno.”

“obviously i want you there, why wouldn’t i?”

“i dunno,” you repeat. “it’s miami. maybe you just wanna party with all your homies.” and just like that, you’re laughing again.

“oh dear god, here we go,” he sighs, pressing his lips together to repress his own laughter as your body shakes against his. “my homies? when have i ever referred to any of my mates as my ‘homie’?”

he sounds so incredulous that you laugh even harder. “oh, you’re so british! i can’t call them your mates, lan. it sounds too weird.”

“so homies is the word you went with? why can’t you be normal and just say my friends?”

“why can’t you be normal and say your friends?” you shoot back, and that does lando in.

“it’s not funny,” he tries to admonish, and it’s entirely true, but it’s a moot point when you can barely understand him through his laughter.

“stop laughing then!”

“you stop!”

naturally, that makes you both laugh harder still, to the point where you have to roll away from him, clutching your stomach from how badly all the laughing is making it hurt.

“i can’t breathe,” lando gasps from behind you.

“stop laughing,” you repeat. “you’re killing me.”

“i think i’m dying,” he continues like he didn’t hear you, and he honestly might not have because your face is half shoved into your pillow in your attempts to stifle yourself.

a few more minutes go by of the two of you absolutely losing your minds before you’re finally able to catch your breath.

“ow,” you whine, holding your stomach. “i think i just grew a six pack.”

“i think mine just became ten times more defined,” lando says, voice raspy from all the exertion on his vocal chords.

“ooh, lemme feel.”

“absolutely not, because you’re going to tickle me,” he grabs your wrist out of thin air. “i know your tricks, baby. i’ve laughed more than enough tonight thanks to you.”

“not my fault you’re weird and british.”

“i love you,” he says sweetly, pulling you back towards him and kissing your forehead. “now’s where you say, ‘i love you too.’”

“i love you too,” you reply dutifully, blindly reaching for his face so you can kiss him properly. “even though you’re weird and british.”

he kisses you again. “i thought it was especially because i’m weird and british.”

you snuggle into his side, now thoroughly exhausted. “please don’t make me laugh more, lan.”

you both know he’s right, of course, but you usually need to have the last word, so he lets you get away with it. he does love you, after all, even though you had him in stitches over nothing at 1:30 in the morning.

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[hyperfixatedbastard]

sweet, sweet silence

Vox x Autistic!GN!Reader

Dating the CEO of VoxTek Enterprises has its perks. You always get brand new devices before they even hit the shelves, and occasionally, Vox makes things specifically for you - like noise-cancelling headphones.

Word Count: 1.3k

WARNINGS: none!

A/N: this is for the autistic homies but it works for anyone with sensory issues! 'tis based off of my own experiences so apologies if it feels inaccurate to anyone, i'm projecting so hard rn. this is also my first time writing x reader/2nd person POV so I hope I did alright! also, i do requests if anyone would like to see more of this kind of thing :)

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"Doll, c'mere for a second, would ya?" Vox calls out to you, gesturing for you to come to his desk with a 'come hither' motion. 

You raise a brow in interest as you approach your boyfriend where he's sitting in his rather eccentric chair, tinkering with...something. You hop up onto the desk, careful to sit in a spot that you know has no important screens or buttons (you learned the hard way). You don't say anything, instead just tilting your head and waiting for Vox to show off whatever he's been working on this time.

He finally lets you see what's in his clawed hands: a pair of headphones. They're clearly a VoxTek product—the blue and red color scheme gives it away—though you're certain you've never seen these on sale before. It's not uncommon for Vox to show off new products to you before they're released, though, so you don't question it.

He smirks as he holds the headphones out to you. It's not that sly, devious smile he so often has on his screen, though; it's that grin you have when you're about to surprise someone and you just know they're going to love it. "These are for you, darling."

On one hand, you get a little excited (free shit, fuck yeah!). But on the other, you're a little worried—you're not good at receiving gifts. It always ends up awkward because you don't really know how to express gratitude in an expected, neurotypical way. But Vox is well aware of that, and he can tell when you're grateful, so you push those worries to the side and take the headphones from him.

You look at them curiously, inspecting the foldable hinges, the ear cushions, and the small assortment of buttons on the speakers. You can tell that the three buttons on the right speaker are for adjusting the volume—increase, mute, and decrease—but you have no damn clue what the button on the left speaker is for.

"Well? Put 'em on," Vox encourages you, still with that expectant grin as he anticipates your reaction.

You do as he says and place the headphones over your ears. They're certainly comfortable, but you don't see what the big deal is. You already have headphones—they’re not great, as it’s damn near impossible to drown out the unbearably overstimulating sounds of Hell, but you manage. Kinda.

Just as you’re about to ask what’s so special about these headphones, Vox presses that mystery button on the left speaker, and everything goes blissfully quiet.

Your eyes widen as you get the first moment of true silence for the first time since you arrived in Hell. The sudden difference is initially jarring, but the relief is downright euphoric. 

During the entirety of your afterlife in Hell, it's been ceaselessly loud and often unbearable. The screams, the explosions, the gunshots—it's incessant, and you never get a moment of peace. The V Tower is not nearly as bad as the rest of the Pride Ring, thanks to a lot of soundproofing, but there's always something. Moans and other lewd noises fill the halls of anywhere within five floors of Valentino's studios. You can hear the screeching and yelling beneath the thrum of music emitting from Velvette’s section of the tower. 666 Studios isn't much better, with the constant chattering of the crew and bickering between newscasters.

Vox's lair office is by far the quietest place in the entirety of Hell, at least in your experience. The soundproofing here is much more effective than anywhere else in V Tower, and Vox is the only person ever here. He does talk and maniacally laugh to himself fairly often, but you don’t usually don’t mind that (and he’ll typically quite down if he can tell you’re having a rough day). But it’s far from perfect—there’s still the intermittent click-clacking of a keyboard, the constant whirring of the computer fans, the low humming of all the tech, and the audio from whatever security camera Vox is spying on. You can tune it out most of the time, but it all overwhelms you so, so easily.

And you aren't very good at hiding it (at least not with Vox, who’s too observant for his own damn good when it comes to you).

Which is why your dear boyfriend has just spent the past several days making you the best noise-canceling headphones Hell has ever seen. He knows what the constant overstimulation does to you, and he sees it far more often than he'd like to. You get irritated and snippy, and sometimes it gets so bad you have a meltdown. It's gotten less common over time, but it still happens way too frequently for either of your likings. 

“So, who’s the best boyfriend ever?” he hints, clearly fishing for a compliment. His voice is surprisingly clear despite the headphones practically deafening you—his words are muffled, but just loud enough for you to understand what’s being said. He's grinning at you like he's the one that just got the excruciatingly heartfelt present. 

Usually, you’d have a witty comeback to Vox’s attempts at getting you to stroke his ego (always followed by an actual, genuine compliment to ease his insecurities hiding behind that ego), but you’re drawing a blank right now. 

The gift is so thoughtful that you don’t even know where to start on expressing your gratitude. Noise-canceling headphones seem so obvious now, but this is Hell! Both you and Vox had died before this technology became commonplace, and not many people in Hell care that much about the noise. Vox made these headphones specifically for you. He doesn’t need them (he can quite literally just turn off his audio input) and he probably won’t make much of a profit with them as a VoxTek product. He’s a busy man, being a CEO and an Overlord, yet he took the time to make this for you himself, not even passing the project off to one of the poor souls that works for him. 

“Babe?” Vox calls out gently, waving a hand in front of your face. Oh, shit—you’re overthinking your response so much that you forgot to actually fucking respond.

You blink a few times, meeting your boyfriend’s gaze. His brows are slightly furrowed, in what you think is a mix of concern and amusement. He’s a little worried he’s fucked up somehow, but he knows you well enough by now to recognize when you’re thinking too hard about something. He actually finds it quite adorable, at least when you’re not about to have a panic attack from it. 

As he looks at you expectantly, you decide to just go with your gut (at least, that’s what you think you’re doing—you’ve never entirely understood what the fuck that phrase means).

You don’t give yourself time to second-guess your actions before you’re practically jumping into Vox’s lap—though it’s more like falling since you were just sitting on the desk. He lets out a little ‘oof’ of surprise before he chuckles and moves his hands to your waist, holding you steady while being careful of his claws. He smirks as you wrap your arms around him and bury your face in his neck, jostling the headphones a little but not enough to fuck with the noise cancellation.

“So…you like them, then?” Vox prompts, just wanting the confirmation even though the answer is already clear. You can tell by his tone that he’s still grinning proudly.

You just gently nod, inadvertently rubbing your face against the fabric of his shirt (fortunately, Vox is a fancy bastard with high standards when it comes to clothing, and he’d long ago thrown out any garment made with fabric that triggered your sensory issues).

“Thank you,” you murmur against his neck. 

His hands tighten ever so slightly around your waist, and his response is so soft you can barely hear it through the headphones. “Anything for you, doll.”

[chaos-in-deepspace]

L&DS Zayne: Keep Quiet | 18+

Once again this was due to my homie who also loves to dom Zayne. They sent me this fanfic from another fandom and we both realized we needed to step up the creativity game for L&DS. It's time to get creative with ideas my guys, because I haven't gone all out just yet.

♡(ᓀ‸ᓂ)♡ Pairings: Zayne x Reader ♡(ᓀ‸ᓂ)♡ Warnings: Greyson having to listen to Zayne being dommed, Submissive Zayne. Handjobs, Public settings, They're in a tent, Zayne being slutty, Whimpering and moaning, underwear gags ♡(ᓀ‸ᓂ)♡ Synopsis: Greyson was exhausted from the mission in the Arctic. He wanted nothing more than to just relax and sleep inside the tent. Then he heard it, your footsteps, your whispers, and...Doctor Zayne moaning? ♡(ᓀ‸ᓂ)♡ Word Count: 1.8k

Disclaimer: This is an original fan work for “Love and Deepspace”. Do not repost on other platforms or plagiarize. All characters shown in this fic is 18+.

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Zayne

Keep Quiet

Greyson stirred in his tent, hating how bitter cold it was. There had recently been an incident over in the arctic, thankfully not as bad as the initial incident, but it had been bad enough that they called for some doctors to come and assist. Greyson had been on the fence about coming, but after seeing Dr. Zayne agreed without hesitation he thought it over and decided to join to help the hunters who had been injured in the incident.

He had been surprised to see one of Zayne’s patients had also come along, although he shouldn’t be surprised. They were a hunter, and when they called for recon they had requested both hunters and doctors. He always figured there was something between Zayne and that Deepspace Hunter, but if there was anything they had kept it under lock and key at the hospital.

Greyson let out a gentle sigh as he relaxed further into the cot. The medic’s resting tent he was in was currently empty, aside from him and Zayne. The two had been working hard and were finally allowed a moment of rest now that everything seemed to be settled down.

When he heard the flaps of the tent opening he was tempted to look over, but his exhaustion stopped him. Whomever it was would find a bed to sleep in and that was that. He closed his eyes again, opting to just try to go back to sleep. Then he heard it; Zayne’s gentle voice was barely above a whisper.

“What are you…?” Greyson’s ears perked up, ready to help Zayne if something was wrong. He then heard a laugh that he recognized all too well from his time of speaking with them at the hospital.

“I couldn’t sleep, so thought I’d visit,” your gentle voice broke out, a low whisper that Greyson wouldn’t have normally been able to hear if it wasn’t so damn silent in the tent.

Grayson heard shuffling on the cot and he briefly wondered what the hell was going on. He was about to turn around when he heard what sounded like a low moan. He froze in place, eyes widening as he wondered what the hell that was.

“Just visiting, huh?” Zayne’s voice came out in a huff and if Grayson strained his ears he could hear the shuffling of more fabric somewhere. Another soft gasp that had to belong to Zayne was heard and Grayson felt his face now heating up.

Your voice came out in a small giggle, “I mean, that and thought you could use a bit of…stress relief,” oh by everything good in life this wasn’t what he thought it was…was it? There was no way someone like Doctor Zayne would act so indecently in public, let alone with a colleague in the same tent as him.

“You realize we’re not alone, correct?” Zayne’s voice came out breathier than Greyson had ever heard. He was glad at least Zayne had some reasoning. He had never thought that you’d be willing to act like this. At the hospital you had always been polite and collected.

He heard shuffling and he could only assume it was you looking over at him, then he heard another gasp from Zayne and more fabric shifting. “He’s asleep, and will probably remain asleep for a while. You guys were up almost all night and day working,” you said with a playful lithe to your voice.

The sound of his colleague moaning then the sudden sound of wet smacking was deafening. It was clear you were kissing Zayne and Greyson was just laying there, listening to everything as he pretended to be asleep.

Should he move, clear his throat, do anything? God, he should do something to let you two know that he was awake. Sure the next time he made eye contact with either of the two it might be a bit awkward, but at least he wouldn’t have heard anything else…

He could hear Zayne now whimpering and his entire image of the man crumbled. He was used to Zayne, the Head of Surgery at Akso Hospital, someone who commanded respect. People were intimidated by this man, hell it was something he and Yvonne found entertaining with new residents who went to train under him.

That same Doctor Zayne was now whimpering while being kissed by one of his patients. He could hear more shuffling than a loud gasp from Zayne as you chuckled.

“Fuck, your cock is already leaking. Is the thought of possibly being caught turning you on this much?” your voice was teasing and it made Grayson’s own cock jump at the tone, “Fuck, you’re such a slut,” Greyson closed his eyes as he mentally told himself to not envision it was him instead of Zayne.

Another muffled moan followed by more lip smacking could be heard. It sounded so wet that it made Greyson flush at the mental image of your tongue delving into Zayne’s mouth while you were most likely on top of him. These cots could only fit one person, after all, and he hadn’t heard Zayne getting up at any point.

A sharper gasp was heard, followed by your laughter, “Gotta be quiet, baby boy,” he couldn’t believe Zayne allowed you to call him that, “Don’t wanna make a commotion. Last time we were almost caught in your office because you couldn’t keep that slutty mouth of yours quiet,” they had done it in his office?

Greyson knew he was far too deep now, all he could do was pretend to be fast asleep and wait it out. Maybe if he was lucky he’d actually fall asleep, but he doubted it. He could feel his own cock leaking at the mental images swirling inside of his mind.

The sound of Zayne whimpering again broke him out of his trance. He could then hear the wet squelching of what was most likely you working your hand over his colleagues dick. It was so wet he had to briefly wonder if you had brought lube, or if Zayne was leaking that much pre cum.

He tried getting that image out of his mind real fast. He could imagine getting a handjob from you without an issue, you were gorgeous and nice to everyone at the hospital. He couldn’t imagine Doctor Zayne whimpering underneath you. The wet slapping sound was getting louder, as was Zayne’s noises.

“Too bad I didn’t bring my strap, would’ve loved to fuck you into his cot and have you begging for more,” you said casually, not stopping whatever you were doing to Zayne. Whatever it was had to be amazing judging by how he had never heard another man sound so fucked out just from some simple touching.

Then he finally heard Zayne’s voice and it sounded wrecked, “Tha-haaah--that would be impractical. We're only here for a week.” the confirmation that you definitely bent Zayne over his desk didn’t go unnoticed. Greyson briefly imagined what you’d look like on top of Zayne, spearing into him. He didn’t think Zayne was so…submissive in bed, yet here he was listening to him coming undone.

Greyson squeezed his eyes shut, feeling his cock twitching. He was not getting off on listening to his senior doctor getting a handjob. He absolutely would never live this down if he jerked himself off while listening to them.

Zayne then let out a low groan, followed by a ‘tsk’ from you, “Damn babes, you’re so fucking noisy as per usual. Thought I told you to be quiet…hold up…lift your hips babes lemme take these off,” your voice was breathy now too and it made Greyson wonder if you were fucking him now. No, he was sure the sound of skin-on-skin slapping would be louder than the wet squelching of your hand going over Zayne’s cock.

He heard shifting on the cot near him and then suddenly Zayne’s voice got muffled by something obstructing his mouth. Your giggles filled the room and everything seemed almost louder. The cot was squeaking now as there was more movement, probably from Zayne’s hips thrusting up. Greyson knew there was no way he’d be able to just sit there himself.

“Fuck, need a lil more,” you murmured and he heard you spit. He then heard something else squelching and his face was on fire. Zayne’s muffled moans were sounding more and more like sobs. Was…he getting fingered?

It just sounded wet and lewd and how the hell did they think they were being quiet? How loud were they normally if this was what you considered as not being noisy; although upon closer inspection he was certain if he had already been asleep this wouldn’t have roused him awake.

A high keen from the back of Zayne’s throat was heard and Greyson laid there as the sound of your hand on Zayne’s cock got a little faster for a second before slowing down. It was silent for a while before he heard you hum, the sound of something somewhat wet and he knew it had to be you licking something, the noise was distinct.

“Taste so good,” you moaned and chuckled. He heard some more shuffling before Zayne cleared his throat, the makeshift boxer gag being removed from his mouth.

“That was…i-inapproriate,” Zayne finally spoke up, his voice a bit huskier but now finally going back to a proper whisper.

Your melodic laugh was music to his ears after all of this, but it came crashing down after you spoke, “Well fucking obviously. I’d rather see you more wrecked than this, but we were already louder than I wanted,” a wet smacking sound of a kiss, “Think you’ll be able to sleep after that?”

Silence fell the room before a hum from Zayne, “I’ll be fine. You should head back to your own tent before they discover you’re missing,”

“Fine…but one more,” you murmured before he could hear another kiss, this time deeper. He then heard the creak of the cot, and then gentle footsteps before the flap of the tent was opened and closed in haste. He heard the shuffling of fabrics once more as Zayne adjusted himself to be fully clothed again.

Then silence befell the room. Greyson didn’t want to make a move or else Zayne might’ve found out he was awake. He knew damn well he wouldn’t be able to look at his colleague the same ever again, but worst of all he doubted he’d be able to speak to you without remembering this and getting hard.

Greyson closed his eyes, willing his boner to go down and hoped maybe the cold he hated not long ago would help aid in calming him down. He needed sleep and perhaps he could convince himself this was all some weird, horny dream.

Y'all don't know this, but Greyson is my favorite victim. I always make him overhear Zayne getting railed in like all my RPs at this point. I need to write something where he joins...oh wait...Ferb, I know what we're doing today.

[vivianquill]

Tango couldn't remember the last time he slept.

He couldn't remember the last time he'd worked on a redstone project either.

That was irrelevant! He was perfectly fine. There was a reason he was down by Gem's docks. Right?

"Tango?"

Speak of the devil and she shall appear! That was Gem herself, pulling Tango around. He didn't want to, there was something about the--

"Tango. Tango, hey." Gem forced him to meet her eyes, "Don't tell me you've been possessed again. After last time? C'mon man, you said you'd. . . do. . ."

Tango didn't know what Gem was talking about. He wasn't possessed. Tango knew what that felt like and that wasn't this.

Gem got an odd look in her eye, before latching her hand around his wrist and dragging him back up the path towards his house. But--

That wasn't home anymore.

Not when his place was down by the water-- in the water-- he was waiting for someone to come back--

"No-- Tango-! Ugh." Gem planted herself between Tango and the mists over the water-- the place where he had promised to be.

Tango found himself sitting at the edge of the dock. There was something tied around his wrist, but he didn't mind. The tips of his boots were dragging in the foam.

"Tango, homie-buddie. It's freezing out here, you should come inside." Skizz had rested a hand on Tango's shoulder.

"Can't you hear it?" Tango asked, breathless as it came back.

The song was promising him the answers to everything. He just had to be here to hear it. To decipher it's song.

"Hear what?"

Tango was fighting against the pull of hands, trying to take him away. His friends-- not friends anymore-- they wanted to take the music for themselves-- "I promised! I promised--"

His mouth was full of the taste of blood. Blood and cotton and he couldn't hear the rush of the waves anymore. He was too warm. There were voices nearby.

"How is he?" Oh, Tango recognized that voice, that was Xisuma.

"Still unresponsive. Is Ren-?" That sounded like Impulse.

"The same way."

Impulse sighed, "He's too quiet. Tango's never been this quiet."

"I'm listening." Tango had to listen otherwise he might miss the music.

He couldn't remember who the music went to, but-- It was someone he needed to be there for. How long had it been? He needed to get back to the water.

Tango was on his feet, trying to push past the arms holding him back. There was a snarl pooling on his tongue, frustration sparking deep in his bones. He needed to get back to the water.

He yelped as someone slammed into his back, knocking Tango off his feet and into the grass. He writhed, kicking, his tail lashing and sparking as he struggled to get free. There was nothing in his inventory. He had nothing but his hands and his fire and the grass around him and they were closing in--

Tango was floating in the bay, Gem's conduit letting him breathe like he should be able to. His heartbeat was pounding in his ears, his fire was sputtering, angry about being underwater.

Well too bad fire, cause Tango was right where he was supposed to be.

As evidenced by who was in front of him.

The someone, the who he'd promised to be there for when he returned.

The song wrapped around him like a blanket, smothering the chill from the sea and guiding Tango close. He didn't quite remember where he'd met them before but he knew that this was the right thing.

Until he was out of the conduit's range.

Until the water that was so welcoming before now choked at his air and bit at his warmth.

Until the song that'd promised him everything suddenly disappeared.

A hand hauled Tango out of the water by the back of his shirt, dumping him in a sopping heap on the sand. He spit up half the ocean by the time he was able to breathe again.

He was hearing words, but he couldn't figure out what Skizz was saying. Or Impulse for that matter. The music was gone though.

It had abandoned him and now?

Tango didn't know what to do next.

[shima-draws]

Okay so a few things about the ending to the DLC. Spoilers below obviously

-Really REALLY disappointed they didn’t go with the whole toxic possession arc thing with Kieran and the new mythical (Pecharunt?) TO BE FAIR that was more of a fan theory than anything but it was one that made a lot of sense and had a lot of evidence to back it up. I guess I got too attached to the idea and was inevitably let down when the game didn’t go in that direction. Still it would have made more sense to give that extra edge as to why Kieran’s treating everyone so awfully,, and having him finally break free of that control during the final fight VS Terapagos would have been SO sick. Either that or before we even get to Terapagos Carmine calls Kieran out and that’s when he finally fucking explodes and rages and vents about his inferiority complex—and THAT is what summons Pecharunt, those negative feelings that it probably feeds off of or smth idk. Then we’d get a split second of Kieran finally being back in control and begging for help. And then Carmine realizing her brother has been under the influence of this Pokemon the entire time and. Okay I’m getting off track into AU territory now lmao sorry moving on

-Switching back to the Terapagos fight, I really enjoyed it! It wasn’t too long of a fight to be drawn out, but it was just long enough that it didn’t feel anticlimactic (also the MUSIC? STELLAR. Pun intended). ALSO ARGHFHH the five stages of grief Kieran goes through in that fight to finally accepting that he’s been going about this the wrong way and has been an awful friend and the way the LIGHT COMES BACK INTO HIS EYES I ALMOST CRIED. This is 10000x more emotional and powerful if you choose to bring Ogerpon with you and fight with her bc that really just. Hammers in the fact that despite all the bad blood and bitterness, Kieran still chooses to fight alongside you and the Pokemon he coveted so much…AND he even processes things enough to fully let go of all his hatred and anger and allows you to catch Terapagos because he KNOWS you’ll take good care of it and after all this time he still trusts you even though he’d probably hate to admit it. #GOOD WRITING

-Something really scary I realized. Kieran brought a Master Ball with him to catch Terapagos. 1. Where did homie even get that. 2. The fact that he was READY and didn’t even give Terapagos a chance to react, that he was essentially catching it against its will (which probably led to its power going out of control), that he was enforcing his own twisted desires and beliefs onto it and not considering its feelings (sound familiar? Looks at Ogerpon). BOY. 3. We’ve only ever seen ONE other person use Master Balls in SV. The AI Professor. I don’t know if this is significant in any way but if the Pecharunt theory WAS true that would make them so so similar and that’s eerie to me. Two characters controlled by something greater than them that they can’t fight…can you imagine how INSANE the dynamics would be listen to me

-Another thing I was kinda disappointed about was Briar? I guess I was just picking up on the vibes that she was actually a villain and would try to steal Terapagos from the player, but I probably gave Nintendo too much credit on that one lol. I do like that she’s not inherently evil, she’s just too absorbed and obsessed with her research to really pay attention to what’s going on around her. BUT. They should have pushed that WAY further. Either commit and do the full villain arc where she snatches Terapagos from Kieran right after he catches it to use it for her own purposes, or pressure him into Terastallizing it so much that it makes him uncomfortable. I want to see Lusamine levels of unhinged obsession. What she had was just a little bit too excited about Area Zero, not a full blown unhealthy and dangerous thing that puts everyone around her in danger.

-Following up on that. Drayton. I kept expecting him to also go villain arc IDK LOL I guess I want everyone to be gay do crime in this DLC 😂 But I seriously kept thinking he was just using the player to knock Kieran off his throne so he could take it right back from us. But no he actually genuinely cared about Kieran and kept pressuring us to beat the Elite Four so WE could knock some sense into him since Drayton wasn’t strong enough to do it himself. Which is a very sweet sentiment, I think :’) But am I the only one who was like bro calm down right after the fight where he was getting up in Kieran’s face and calling him ex-champion…..either he’s way too honest and doesn’t realize he was being cruel OR he was doing it on purpose to be a silly goober (but everyone else was like DUDE. LOW blow.)

-I still have questions. HELLO. HELLO. The notes in Area Zero mentioned the professor meeting a child with a white(?) book? Is that the Scarlet/Violet book? We still don’t know how the whole time travel paradox happened and why Heath talked about meeting Paradox Pokemon DECADES before the professor even brought them to Area Zero through the time machine? What is with the weird ass crystal tree sitting in the middle of a lake in the depths? Is there any significance to the Crystal Pool in Kitakami being connected to terastallizing and Area Zero? I’M JUST. AGHHH. I’m fairly certain we’re getting more content, maybe an epilogue to the DLCs but I’m going CRAZY I NEED TO KNOW NOWWW

-Also isn’t Area Zero like. Top secret hush hush. Why did Geeta let Briar publish a whole ass book about the HIDDEN SECRET of Area Zero that was miles under a closed off SECRET lab. I thought they were denying Briar access to Area Zero for YEARS, probably because they didn’t want her blabbing to the public. Idk. Maybe my memory is fuzzy on that one. Just feels very contradictory fhhdd

-The small little subtleties of Kieran regaining his regular personality as we went down….I ADORED that. His little smiles and him unable to contain his childish excitement and Carmine smiling at him with a knowing look bc after all this time her brother is FINALLY acting more like himself. And Kieran trying to brush it off like “wh-whatever” like he’s some sort of edgy teenager pretending he doesn’t care. GAHHHH it was so cute I wanted to cry 😭

ALL IN ALL it didn’t QUITE meet my expectations but it was still really good, especially considering this was all DLC content. Nothing will ever EVER top the main story of SV but the entirety of TTM and TID came pretty darn close. Kieran my sweet baby boy my blorbo I’m so glad you got your redemption arc and that you finally came to terms with your perception of strength and how it affects others. Baller DLC Nintendo do it again 👏

[prettypinkporkchop]

A/n: ARTHRITIS!!!! So, I have multiple things wrong in my body and I have YET to find a story I can relate to. They be like "You ran in the woods together" homie if I could run I would. Anywhore, here's a story for my arthritis people.

Sam Understands

"Just jump. Paul can hold you!" Jared challenged. Your knees were killing you today. It's a bad sick day. You don't even know why you agreed to go cliff diving with the pack and their imprints. You didn't have the heart to tell Paul today, isn't it for you. You fake a smile and then grab Paul's arm. He notices how hesitant you are. "Baby, you too scared?" He whispers in your ear. You shake your head. You're not scared, you're in pain. "I'm not scared." He tries to read your face. "You okay?" He asks. "Mmm. No. I'm hurting really bad." You frown at him.

Him and Sam are the only ones who know your medical issues. "Actually, guys, you can go on without us. I'm going to take y/n on a date." He makes a face at Sam. Sam nods, and Paul grabs your hand, walking away. Behind you, you can hear the boys asking why Paul and you have so much freedom.

Paul has to patrol a lot, but Sam is lenient on your bad days. Especially your at home injections once a week.

You enter your guys' house and collapse on the bed. He grabs your weekly medicine organizer and looks through it, making sure you have taken them every day this week. Once he sees you have, he sets it back down. "I'm sorry you're hurting." He lays down next to you. "You say that every time like it'll change things. I'm okay. There are worse things people live with." You smile at him. He smiles back and then rolls on his side, wrapping an arm around your stomach. He places kisses on your upper arm. "Hang on." You get up and walk to the bathroom.

Hehe. It's time to torture him. He refuses to do anything if you're hurting. But you both gotta... ya know. You decided to play with him this go around.

You change into his favorite lingerie you have. He bought it for you one Valentines Day. You step into the room and notice he had turned off the lamp. You make your way to the bed and crawl under the blanket. His arm goes back around you, and you press yourself against him. He makes a deep, "mph", sound. His hands roam your side, and he feels the lace-y underwear. "Don't do this to me." He groans and starts kissing the side of your neck, letting his hands roam your body, grabbing different places.

He gave in.

Time flew by, the sun is out, and you are on the couch grabbing Paul's arm. He's kneeling in between your legs (no maam) holding your injection. "You ready?" He looks up at you. You're always squeezing and closing your eyes. This shit hurts, and you always bruise at the injection site. "Yes, just get it done."

He presses it firmly against your thigh, and the medicine slowly goes through. The needle clicks out, telling you it's finished. You let go of Paul's arm and then exhale a big sigh. "You did good." He kisses your knee. You nod and then lean back.

He stands up to throw away the finished needle but stops in his tracks. "You ever heard of knocking?! What the fuck are you doing in here?!" Paul yells. You turn around and see Embry standing there in shock. "Sam, he said you weren't home, and Emily needed Y/n's cook book. I-" he stops. "Well, did you not see my damn truck?" Paul growls at him. "I did, but I didn't see y/ns car, so I thought you guys took that." He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms. "Look, I'm sorry. Sam thought you were gone." Paul sat there and started thinking. You remembered. You grabbed Paul's hand. "Right, the appointment. He must've thought we went today, but I canceled." You whisper. "What's going on? My wolf senses are telling me something is up." Embry walks closer.

You can see Paul about to yell, but you squeeze his hand. "It's fine, Paul. Embry, I have arthritis. That's why I don't always do the things everyone does. Sam, let's Paul stay home during my appointments or if I'm hurting real bad." You explained. Paul sighs and looks down at you. "Oh, shit. Well, I won't tell anyone. I'm very sorry for intruding. I had no clue. I really am sorry. And if you ever need anything, I can help." He smiles at you. "Thanks, stooge. My cookbooks are in the hall closet. Grab whichever one she needs." You shoo him away. He goes to the closet. Paul throws away the needle and then sits next to you. "I love you." He pats your knee. You lean in and kiss him softly. "I love you too."

"Hey, Y/n! I'm not sure which one she needs! Help!" Embry yells.

[ancha-aus]

RealAgeAU Drabble - The Tavern

*kicks in the door* HELLO! :D Guess three times who had an idea?! IT is me! Your homie!

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Dust looks up at the building as he tilts his skull. It looks nice enough and doesn't look like the general Grillby's building. It looks grander and like it has been expended a bunch. Dust can see some newer repairs around the fench and the walls and can only assume those had to be repaired.

Cross shuffles somewhere near him "Are we sure about this?"

Killer hums as he looks at the building himself "I mean. Dusty got that cash reward for that repair thing at the last market..." and he shrugs.

Dust nods "WAs a lot." and that is an understatement. When the mayor had said they would send a thank you for Dust repairing the generator and fridges he had figrued it would just be like some flowers.

That was usually with political people did. Send some weird present and a card about how good of a free service yoou did and all that crap.

Instead she just send a cash package that none of them had expected. As thank you for saving their market. Aparently it was the normal amount they payed for a emergancy service of this big with a nice tiny bonus. As a welcome to the community present!

It had been welcome mostly because it would help get them started after the winter and made sure they didn't need to keep getting by with tiny jobs here and there.

Horror nods in agreement "Crop said this would be a good way to get more friendly. Be seen less as hermits." Dust blinks back into the conversation and actually pays attention as he is suposed to be part of it.

Cross sounds deeply unhappy "I like being hermits..."

Dust hums as he keeps holding Nightmare. Nightmare stares slightly enchanted at the building before shaking his skull to snap himself out of it. Dust thinks they are doing a good job with helping him unlearn the bad and unhealthy habits he had from being forced into his guardian position.

But it will take more time, Nightmare still feels awkward and weird for being a child and childlike sometimes. They will eventually get that mindset out of his little skull.

More shuffles and Dust glances over. Yup. No Cross in sight. Dust doesn't point it out and just thrusts his elbow out into the general direction he last heard Cross. A groan and Cross sends him a glare as the weird invisibility starts to shift off of him.

That is another thing all four of them had silently decided to just... not talk about. Much like how he tended to now be more charged with actual electricity instead of just mana. How Killer's silver tongue has gone to the extreme and even the most stupid lies seem to be believed if he says it with enough confidence. How the very layout of their own farm shiftly slightly when Horror had been staring and nudging the area.

They just...

It is probably fine. Ngihtmare hadn't seemed alarmed by it and they just figure it is because of the apple situation. Nightmare is still slowly losing that old magic and they are nearby a lot. It would make sense they took it over slightly.

They hadn't been actively bothered by it yet and while annoying and something to keep in mind it didn't seem dangerous.

Dust nods to the door "Lets go." and he walks forwards wiht Ngihtmae in his arms.

The inside is nicely lit and warm. People are all around and Dust recognises quite a few people from all of his trips to town to repair things. he also sees some of the people who came to help them with their new house. Dust still doesnt'quite know the names of them all as he never was the best with names. That is more of a Killer and Cross thing.

Dust looks around and spots a table which is empty and marches over there. By this point easily ignoring the curious glances. He also knows that Killer is shadowing him with most likely that same stupid challenging and charming grin on his stupid charming face.

Dust takes a seat and looks at the chairs around him. He ends up pulling one near and putting Nightmare in it. Nightmare manages to look over the edge but it is a near thing. Dust tilts his skull "That good?"

Nightmare thinks it over before nodding. Then he looks to the side as he takes in someone playing the guitar and singing live music. huh. Dust wonders if that is a regular thing.

The others join them and they all take a moment to really familiarise themselves with the area. It is different but small details are the same. The shade of the lighting. The colour of the shelves. Tiny things that make the scene more familiar.

Dust used to get disbalanced and well, fucked in the head by seeing things that reminded him of his own universe. He still gets missed up if it is too much alike but he likes to think he got a bit better at handling it all.

They look up when Light walks over to them. Their flames bright as they carry menu's in their multitude of arms. They greet them and gives everyone a menu before getting a small notepad out "Any ideas for drinks?"

Dust shrugs as he lokos at Ngihtmare. Nightmare reads the drink part of the menu wiht a serious and thoughtful look before looking up at the fire elemental. he pauses for a moment before speaking "Can I have a root beer float?"

Light's flames flicker happily as they note it down "One root beer float for the very polite skeleton." they looks at them and wait.

Dust hums and mutters "Same." Light nods nad notes it down.

Killer looks at the different drinks and settles for some latte coffee which he will probably put an unholy amount of sugar into. DUst would be worried about the caffeine if he didn't already know that caffeine just didn't affect Killer.

Horror ends up asking for some fresh mint tea and Cross just asks for sparkling water.

With those orders out of the way Light lets them be to look at the menu. Some items hit the guilt filled part of his soul as it reminds him of things of the past but he shakes it off. Those are normal menu items. Even so Dust decides to take the chicken and egg dish. Mostly because it seems like a this universe thing.

Horror ends up picking the same as Killer ends up going for an unholy amount of fries. Nightmare ends up picking pumpkin soup and Cross joins Nightmare with his order.

Light brings them their drinks, which honestly? Rather brave of the fire elemental to bring them liquids. They take their order and leave for a short while to get everything ready.

Nightmare goes back to listening to the live music as Dust and the other three make light conversation. They keep their conversation vague as they talk abotu old missions and stupid stuff that happened. They share chuckles and it is honestly nice to relax.

Their food is brought over and Light looks at them nervously "So... How is the flower doing?"

Horror looks up before answering "It is well. It stands in the window near the fire place."

They had ended up moving the burning flower there as it served as a nice night light for Nightmare. Nightmare denied being uncomfortable in the dark but Dust thinks the darkness still freaks him out a bit now that he lost his nightvision after becoming little again.

Dust can only imagine the panic he feels if he thinks he was left alone agian. Abandoned again.

It is also why Cross invested some of the hard earned cash into fairy lights and strung those up all along and above the nest. Light it up better.

Nightmare slept much more soundly and woke up less int he middle of the night now and for them it hardly mattered if it was dark out or not.

Light, heh, lights up as they say they are happy to hear that before happily skipping off.

Dust snorts and shoots Cross an amused grin "they are enchanted by you." and he snorts again when Cross sputters.

"Hardly!" Cross glares as he blushes and his arm disappears out of view again. Luckily Killer sees and nudges where the arm used to be, bringing it back into view.

Cross crosses his arms and huffs.

Killer grins and winks at Cross "I can see why. soldier boy is so strong and reliable and a true knight in shining armour." and he winks again.

Cross sputters and his blush grows even darker as he looks away from Killer "Stop being weird..." Killer laughs and hugs Cross.

Horror watches them with a fond look before turning his focus on Ngihtmare and getting him to eat his soup. Something about little babybones needing energy to heal and grow.

Dust gets to work on his own meal as he watches the others. Soul feeling warm and content to see them all here. He really likes not being alone anymore.

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[ramons-elevator]

I just wanna take the time to list the fucking bugs on the QSMP because they range from mildly inconvenient to this has changed history forever and they are the weirdest fucking bugs

Broken hearts: this is the bug of when people log in, it shows half of their hearts just being blacked out and it take someone smacking you to get them back. Its very funny when an egg or someone randomly goes "hey hit me". Honorary mention is when someone gets withered and the withered hearts stay. Very angsty I love.

Broken voice: this is many things, but mainly when someone has to deafen and undeafen when someone relogs. It was a big problem in early days because people didnt know and it was annoying, but now its just common knowledge.

Sweeping edge: Me and my homies hate this bug. Basically it was a line of code in one of the mods that got bugged and instead of sweeping edge dealing 0.5 of the damage of a hit, it would deal 5 time more. For example, when Etoiles and Bad were testing it out, Pomme hit Bad with a weapon and it killed Etoiles who was next to Bad. This is more than likely the cause of deaths for Tilin and Juanaflippa. Im glad it got fixed, but it still installs fear into OG islanders to this day.

Dorime bug: The funniest and stupidest bug of all. Dorime randomly playing out of nowhere and the only way to get it to stop is to turn musicbox noises on and off. It happens enough that people usually have their musicbox noises turned off at all times

Sound bug: Sounds be loud. Even from hundreds of blocks away. This is elevator sounds, monster/demon sounds, camera sounds, etc. Its normal at this point, but it sometimes freaks people out and think admins are fucking with them.

Dapper's flying hammer bug: A recent bug, but when Dapper and someone fight and Dapper hits them with their hammer, they start flying indefinitely or until they relog. The first time this happened was fucking insane because it was Dapper and Ramon doing their usual fighting and then Ramon started flying away. Fit, Bad, and Dapper all had no idea what to do and were all freaking out/crying laughing.

Ramon's duping bug: A bug that's been fixed, but Ramon figured out that if you sling shot something in a certain way (I think it was in the Copacabana ocean?) it would dupe a whole stack of whatever was shot. This also lead to Ramon and Fit figuring out that if you sling shot a waystone, it fucking crashes the server. Which led to a day where everyone was using that so they can keep doing Lucky Ducks.

Death bug: This is when someone has the visual of "0.0/100.0 Time left 00:00:00" stuck on their screen. Usually leads to someone BEGGING someone to let them kill them. Pretty funny and dumb.

Eggs being tall: Aka eggs models not loading for people. It usually makes people try to roleplay their way out and being scared of tall eggs. I.E. "Tall Richas isnt real" or Cellbit screaming in horror in purgatory when the lil eye guy model wasnt loading and saying the castle is haunted.

Teleport bug: Not very common, but some times if someone is trying to use their warpstone, they particles start to fly around them and they dont stop until the person lets go of the warpstone. This can make a wall of purple particles around someone.

Egg names: This is a very early "bug". In the beginning, in order for the parents to name their egg, they had to right click their eggs and name them. This made people accidentally name their eggs stuff like "eee" or "Wwww". Also other parents naming other eggs other names (Mariana named Leo "shit" and Foolish named Juana "Marianaisabitchjr"). On the first day, for some reason, everyone was named "TILIN" for like 5 minutes. This 'bug' also got the iconic clip of Phil right clicking on the OG code and he got a chance to name it and it freaked him out.

Im pretty sure there's a lot more, but I love how insanely modded server has the weirdest bugs known to man. Feel free to add any you remember.

[ynbabe]

The Flash x male!reader :- pt.1 incorrect quotes

Barry: I just watched Y/N jump off of a spinning chair. Luckily, he wasn't hurt that badly. But the whole time, Caitlyn was screaming for help, which caused Cisco to run in to help Y/N. Just note that all of this happened in the span of six seconds.

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Cisco: Made you all playlists! Cisco: Y/N, yours has only heavy metal, and is dark like your soul. Cisco: Caitlyn, yours has sad songs and blues to pair with your crippling depression. Cisco: And Barry has the ABBA Gold album.

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Caitlyn, being serious: Which country has the most birds? Caitlyn: Portu-geese! Barry: That's a language. Caitlyn: Portu-gull? Barry: Good recovery. Cisco: I think you mean good re-dovery. Y/N: TURKEY. HOW DID WE MISS TURKEY?

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Barry: That's ridiculous, Y/N doesn't have a crush on me. Cisco: Yes he does. Caitlyn: Yes he does. Y/N: Yes I do.

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Barry: Question, how difficult would it be to bowl in a bee suit? Caitlyn: Not that hard, I don't think, as long as you can move. Y/N: I'd assume as hard as it is to bowl in a maid outfit. Y/N: Wouldn't be any harder, but you'd get some WEIRD looks. Cisco: Are. Are you speaking from experience. Y/N: No! Y/N: Y/N: ....Maybe.

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Cisco: *Gasp* Caitlyn: wHAT?? Cisco: What if soy milk is just milk introducing itself in Spanish? Caitlyn: *inhales* Y/N, in another room with Barry: Why can I hear screeching?

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Caitlyn: Words ending in 'ie' just sound so adorable. Like cutie, sweetie, cookie- Cisco: Eyy, homie! Barry: But then there's cootie... Y/n: Die.

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Caitlyn: I truly believe that water can solve all your problems. Cisco: Weight loss? Drink water. Barry: Clear skin? Drink water. Y/N: Want to get rid of someone? Drown them.

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Y/N: Guys, I’ve been meaning to tell you… Barry and I are dating. Barry, Iris, Caitlyn, and Cisco: *gasp* Y/N: Barry, why are you surprised?!

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Barry: Look guys, I need help. Cisco: Love help? Caitlyn: Financial help? Iris: Emotional help? Y/n: Help moving a body? *Everybody looks at Y/n* Y/n: What?

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Iris: If you took a shot for every time you made a bad decision, how drunk would you be? Caitlyn: Maybe a bit tipsy? Cisco: Drunk. Y/n and Barry, dumbass speedsters: Dead.

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*The gang's thoughts on stabbing* Caitlyn: Would never stab anyone. Barry: Would stab someone in retaliation. Cisco: Yells "I won't hesitate, bitch!" first. Iris: Would stab without warning. Y/N: Would stab as a warning.

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Caitlyn: I swear to god I'm the only one here with a braincell. Barry, Y/N, and Cisco: ALL HAIL the keeper of the sacred braincell!

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Y/n: You’ve got to learn to love yourself. Barry: But don't you hate yourself. Y/n: Yeah, but this is about you. Stay focused.

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Barry: I have a problem. Y/n: Kill it. Barry: Can you chill for like, two seconds?

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Barry: What are you eating? Y/n: You wouldn't like it, it's really salty. Barry: I like you, don't I?

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Y/n: *Kicks the door open to Barry’s room, looking panicked* Barry, used to this already: What did you do?! Y/n: NOBODY DIED! Barry, not used to this: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

[shittyassffblog]

Free bird - Part 3

I can’t, y’all are SO NICE I love you 😭 idk how many parts this is gonna be, but I’m gonna keep writing till I don’t got no more to write about lol, if you want to request something def just do so! Or if you just wanna ask me something, I would absolutely love that!

Part 1 and 2

P.S. You're definitely supposed to sing Free Bird by Lynyrd Skynyrd as you read the title. It's what I do.

@blackveilomens

Warnings: oral (f receiving), not much else as far as I know.

As you were driving over to Noah’s house you talked easily about random things you’d usually talk about. Right now no one would suspect that Noah had just been all up in your guts less than 20 minutes ago, it also seemed like both you and Noah had forgot.

Soon you were at his house and you both stepped out of the car and walked to the front door. Noah unlocked the door and went inside, holding the door open for you. He yelled out to his roommates that he was home.

"Finally, did Y/N's date go so bad you had to stay there?" Jolly yelled back and you could see a tinge of red across his cheekbones. You giggled at that as you walked into the kitchen where you found Jolly.

"Something like that." Said Noah who walked quickly into his bedroom.

"Hey friend, how are you?" Jolly asked as he hugged you.

"Oh you know, pretty good." You said as you smiled back at him.

"Did Noah make you feel better about your date?" He asked and you nodded.

"Mhm, much better." You said and he smiled at you as he sat down beside you. You and Jolly talked as you waited for Noah to be ready.

"Alright I'm ready!" Noah exclaimed as he came out of his room in fresh clothes.

"Did you just change into a different white t-shirt and different pair of black shorts?" You asked and he looked at you with big eyes.

"The socks are a different colour." He said sheepishly and you and Jolly burst out laughing. He walked over to you and you hugged him, still chuckling.

"C'mon, let's get going. Gonna need that ice cream you promised." You said and he nodded. You both said bye to Jolly as you went out the door and this time Noah was driving.

When you got to the mall you immediately went to get an ice cream each, sitting by the water fountain and talking. Noah was explaining the details of their next tour and you were listening intently, your heart sinking a little at the thought of him leaving again. You always felt sad when he left, he's your best friend and sometimes you need him to figure out your problems. But this time it felt different, like it hurt more. You thought it was probably because you now were single so you wanted to keep him close, in case something happened.

"But I'm honestly really excited about the Bring Me tour in the UK, it's gonna be awesome." He said finally and you smiled at him.

"Yeah I mean doing a tour with the biggest metal core band ever is probably the coolest thing I've heard in a while." You said and you both smiled.

"Hi I am so sorry to interrupt but I am such a big fan and I was wondering if I could get a picture?" A girl said as she came up to you. She was obviously a big fan of Noah's so you moved to the side to let her take the picture.

"Yeah of course, don't worry about it!" Noah said as he posed for her selfie.

"Okay thank you so much, bye!" She said as she ran over to her friends and they giggled.

"I'll never get used to that." Noah said and you chuckled.

"Well you better, it's gonna happen a lot more, I just know it." You said and a quiet moment fell between you as you looked at each other. You finished your ice creams and started walking around the mall.

After an hour Noah had to go to the bathroom so you waited out front with the bags of stuff you had bought and was looking at your phone. Before long, someone started talking to you.

"Well if it isn't miss homie hopper herself?" An awfully familiar voice sounded beside you and you moved away. It was Chase.

"What do you want? Leave me alone." You said, looking back at your phone.

"What? I can't have a go? Seems everyone else is, even that sorry excuse of a man you call your best friend." Chase seethed. You could feel the anger boiling inside you.

"You didn't seem to think that about him when he had you pinned to the ground." You rebutted and you heard a grumbling coming from him.

"You know, even Steven had a turn didn't he? Yeah he told me, how you were just begging to fuck him right?" Chase said and before you could retort, Noah was stood behind him. You turned to Chase, anger heating you up inside.

"No, Chase, you don't get to talk about me like this. I didn't fuck Steven because he was a dick, but even if I did that's no business of yours. My sex life has nothing to do with you and quite frankly you're not worth my time. Please leave me alone, Chase. I mean it." You finished, not looking away from him for once second. He seemed a little taken aback, but his gross smirk returned fast.

"So you did fuck someone?" Chase asked and before you could react, Noah stepped in.

"She quite clearly set her boundaries with you. And I thought I told you to leave her alone?" Noah said, gripping Chase's shoulder and ripping him around.

"I- uhm i- I don't-" Chase muttered and Noah smiled.

"I don't really care what you have to say. Just go." Noah said and he scurried away.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want step on what you just said, which was very brave and cool by the way, but it seems violence is the only language he understands." Noah said and you smiled.

"I know, I don't blame you. I blame society." You said and Noah grabbed the bags from you to carry them.

"Let's build a commune in some far-away country and exit society together. But first, Starbucks." Noah said and nodded his head towards the cafe in front of you. You thought about living with Noah suddenly. It was a nice thought. But coffee was nicer.

After a coffee you went back to the car to drove over to Target where you spent at least an hour and a half. When you walked out you had a bag full of nice smelling candles and some fall decorations. You got back in the car and you just sat there for a bit.

"I don't wanna stop hanging out." Noah said suddenly. You looked back at him, then smiled.

"Me neither. You wanna go get take out and watch a movie?" You asked and he smiled widely at the suggestion.

"Yeah I want that a lot. Should we go to my place today?" Noah asked and you nodded. Noah started driving and you decided to get Taco Bell. You held the food as you drove back to Noah's.

Once you arrived you hurried inside as it had started raining. You took off your shoes and left them by the door and went into the kitchen to get paper towels, forks and plates. You then went to go to Noah's room when you almost bumped into Jolly.

"Oh you're back. Didn't know you were coming here." He said and you smiled.

"Yeah sorry, it was kind of impulsive." You said and he smiled.

"No problem at all, we love having you here." He said and let you pass. You opened the door to Noah's room and saw he had added a lot more light strips around his bed.

"You're really going for that gamer aesthetic huh?" You mused and he feigned offence.

"I'll have you know..." He trailed off, pretending to find the right words. "Okay yeah I have no rebuttal for that." He said you both laughed. You got situated on his bed and pulled up HBO so you could watch The Last Of Us. You had bonded over the game when you were younger and promised each other you wouldn't watch the show without each other. And with him being on tour a lot you waited patiently for times like these where you could binge a whole show in a day, or more accurately in this case, night.

With the plates and take out bags long forgotten on the floor, you found yourself cuddled up to Noah. It was so nice you started to drift off and the last thing you remembered was Noah squeezing you a little tighter.

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When you regained consciousness the next day it was to the feeling of Noah's hands on your hips and his lips on your stomach. You blinked open your eyes and looked down to the best view you could've hoped for. Noah was kissing along the edge of your panties. He felt your body move so he looked up at you. He smiled, tugging slightly at your panties as if to ask for permission. You granted it by nodded with a smile, and he pulled them completely off, replacing the heat of the cloth with the heat of his lips kissing every part of your pussy.

He moved his hands to your thighs and pushed your legs apart. He hummed an approving sound at the sight of you and dove right into your pussy. He was a man on a mission and he wasn't waiting around for anything. You moaned at the feeling of his tongue on your cunt, his thumbs separating your lips so he could fuck you with his tongue.

"Oh Noah." You moaned and he paused what he was doing.

"Shh baby, don't want anyone to hear. Gotta be quiet." He said as he licked a stripe from your hole to your clit, sucking on it lightly.

You grabbed his pillow and brought it up to your face to cover any sounds coming from your mouth. his middle finger gingerly entered you and immediately searched for your spot of pleasure, finding it no problem. You buried your face in the pillow, the pleasure being almost too much. You squirmed around uncontrollably, so Noah used one arm to hold down your hips as he continued to fuck you with his finger and stimulate your clit with his lips.

You could feel you orgasm approaching so you wrapped your legs around his chest and squeezed as your orgasm reached its peak, throwing the pillow away so you could breathe and opening your mouth as if to scream but no sound came out.

You grabbed Noah's hair, tugging and pulling partly because the waves of pleasure washed over you, partly to keep Noah's head exactly where it was. the suction his lips had on your clit was unrelenting and his finger, no doubt cramping by now, didn't still for a second as he made sure you rode out the entirety of your orgasm. When you relaxed your legs and your grip on his hair, he removed his lips from your heat, pulling out his finger carefully. He licked them clean, making sure to not waste a single drop of your release. As you came down he came back up and kissed your lips, making you taste yourself.

"G'mornin'" He said as his head fell back onto his pillow. You chuckled as you rested your head on his chest, hearing his quickened heartbeat.

"Morning." You said. "What about you?" You asked and he shook his head.

"You don't gotta pay it back every time y'know." He said as he looked down at you. You smiled as you cuddled closer to him. You laid there for a few minutes calming down.

"Can I ask you something?" Noah asked after a while. You hummed as if saying yes and a few second went by before he responded.

"Can we ever go back to normal again?" His tone was very neutral, so it was hard for you to know exactly what he meant.

"Do you want to?" You asked nervously. You hadn't wanted to admit it to yourself that you quite enjoyed what you and Noah had right now, going back to normal seemed almost impossible.

"Not particularly. But I don't really want to go to bed with other people while I also do it with you. Seems careless." He said and you didn't answer. You heart kind of sank at his words, the thought of him being with other people crushing you inside.

"Me neither." You settled for. Tears were stinging your eyes and you wondered how you got here. Was it all really worth it? Fucking your best friend just to go back to normal and then he finds someone new while you nurse your broken heart? And was that broken heart even over Chase anymore? Or was it Noah instead?

[hakugin0]

So that new Levi card, woah boy(positive). I get how setting is slightly dubious but unfortunately my brain stopped at the ‘childish jealousy’ part and yeah childish was the perfect word he actually is throwing a bratty tantrum about MC talking about their time with Minhyeok WHILE THEY'RE NOT EVEN NEXT TO HIM. Levi, babey, you're not beating the Tsundere allegations.

Also the part about the sins was very interesting ‘cause it kinda puts in perspective why he feels like there's no King he's close to. Or at least that's my read on that part, all their sins have some positive parts while his is the only fully negative one so of course he couldn't feel close to them. (Personally I do think that part is his viewpoint on their sins and it would be interesting to see the other Kings’ too, Satan in particular since I feel like his sin and depressive mood swings do go hand in hand)

Now for the read more aka wiiiild speculations because he didn't come home in the reduced ten pull aka see you in 3 months bae when I have 500 pulls and you still refuse to show up(looking at you bath Satan), fair bit of character analysis and slight canon divergence(???) plus personal MC involvement.

GONNA PREFACE THIS BY WAVING NY ‘LEVI SIMP’ FLAG UP HIGH, IF THE CARD STORY WAS OFF PUTTING TO YOU OR YOU DISLIKE HIS CHARACTER IN GENERAL THEN MORE POWER TO YOU BUT PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS POST! IT AIN'T MEANT FOR YOU HOMIE (it's meant for me first and then anyone else who wants to witness my 3am insanity)

Aight? Aight! Here we go gamers

Gonna start this off by saying that when they dropped the first teaser for the card my expectations for the story were jelly Levi wants to replace minhyeok and thus enters MC's memories except surprise surprise it was actually some corn set in a high school (don't pretend those aren't a thing, we're all adults here, and with MC’s track record in that game it would not be surprising) in part because the story had to get spicy at some point.

Personal belief is that what we see in the prologue of Levi is the closest thing to a ‘normal’ him aka a version of him that got to experience a normal childhood and not have all the trauma of… ya know… HIS WHOLE PAST. The way he expected an attack when MC initially trips breaks me in a very particular way, he has never known peace, he expects everything to be some sort of attempt on his or his people’s life. The one time he wasn't as uptight ended up with him heavily injured (Bloodshed card).

There is also him ascertaining that they had different starting points. Now this could refer to a lot of things but to me one thing that does is put a definite line between them. To me it sounds like he's reasoning with himself that because of their very different lives they would be incompatible (combined with that thing about his sin being the only negative one it shows he always separates himself from people he would otherwise form bonds with)

Now he's still not nice, far from it, but he can be accommodating and look out for MC when he is not thinking 24/7 about possibly being attacked. Whether he reasons that it would endear himself more to them or out of pure instinct he looked out for MC, those were not Minhyeok’s actions he mimicked but his own.

So yeah, average Levi is horrendously bad at emotions and frankly probably the one who understands his own emotions towards a potential romantic partner(since tbh that is what MC is) the least. (This is a whole other can of brainworms about how aside from Solomon he probably has not been attached to anyone in that way until MC based on something he says in his H-Scene, but that can of worms shall be opened later) please get some therapists in Hell, clearly everyone would benefit from it.

There is also something impossibly endearing to me about seeing Levi in a high school setting even for a bit because that's not something he ever experienced and I wish his time exploring that part of MC and Minhyeok's past was a bit longer. I want to believe MC gets to ask him later in the story how he felt about it.

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If you were only here for the character analysis then thanks for reading, have a lovely day/night/evening, we are going into wild speculation territory and some personal things regarding my MC Jin in that particular scenario.

tl;dr: After Jin's parents were killed she pretty much secluded herself in their home doing most of her studying through online courses and only showing up physically at school for a couple of days.

I choose to believe she was aware of stuff from the start but in that way you're aware you're in a dream while you sleep, she can tell things are a bit off but not fully what is wrong. She knows the person with her is not Minhyeok, she also knows who Leviathan is, but there's a certain disconnect when trying to piece it all together, but the further the dream goes the more she ‘realises’ and ‘awakens to the truth' if you will.

She cannot help but pity Levi’s situation even if she knows if she ever said that she'd probably get insta-hanged, so a part of her cannot help but wonder if he wanted to experience some normalcy for once. (She's not the brightest tool in the shed so the fact that he wants to replace Minhyeok would not pass by her singular braincell) (I love her I swear, being mean is my love language)

So I imagine after the whole dream thing is over and she next visits Hades she doesn't raise any questions about that event. She seems annoyingly unbothered and not curious at all. If anything this just makes Leviathan more angry because she can't be that unbothered after everything and pretend nothing happened, he should've been the only thing on her mind and yet she still sometimes mentions that detestable human. Oh how he should hang her for it. And then one day she has a conspicuously familiar candy in her mouth. “Was the experience at least a bit pleasant?” She's soft spoken anyway but she sounds almost apologetic. Why yes the experience was quite pleasant if Levi had to be honest but he'd never praise her openly… and then it hits him. She's not asking about that, she's asking about how he felt in a normal human high school.

When she gets no answer she stammers and starts speaking again, trying to fill the void. “I didn't exactly… go there often…” The pauses are plentiful and her shoulders droop almost in shame. “... so I imagine whatever you saw was rather lacklustre… aside from… my pathetic display-”

“It wasn't bad.”

A short sentence and it was enough to make the human girl perk up instantly. From anyone else that would be considered nigh an insult, but with Levi's temperament that was the highest praise she could hope for. By the time Jin was next to his desk after he'd beckoned her with a wave of his hand her visage had brightened significantly. ‘Stealing’ the lollipop from between her lips was ‘child’s play’ after that, the girl clearly took stunned to speak and becoming redder by the second.

“Yes, not bad at all.”

[straight4joekeery]

Eddie: Aww, what's your dog's name?

Steve : Spartacus.

Eddie, yelling to Robin: TRY SPARTACUS!

Robin, on the computer: DIDN'T WORK!

Steve :

Eddie: What's your favorite number?

~~~~~~~~~

Robin: If you get in trouble, I'm gonna be like... a lawyer to you. Ok?

Eddie: Okay.

*later*

Steve : Eddie! Sit down on the chair, you're in trouble.

Robin, whispering: Deny everything.

Eddie, loudly: That isn't a chair.

~~~~~~~~~

Robin: Why is Eddie crying?

Steve : he saw a leaf on the sidewalk and-

Eddie: IT LOOKED SO CRUNCHY!

Robin: Please don’t say what I think you’re gonna say-

Eddie: AND WHEN I STEPPED ON IT THERE WAS NO CRUNCH!

Robin: NO, NOT THAT!

~~~~~~~~~~

Steve : Oh god, she texted you ‘hi.’’ punctuation only means one thing, Eddie. She’s mad at you.

Eddie: No, it's Nancy. She’s just being gramatically correct!

*meanwhile*

Nancy: And then I used a period so he’d know that I'm mad at him.

Robin: A period doesn't say 'I'm mad', it says 'you're dead to me'.

Nancy: I stand by my choice.

~~~~~~~~~

Nancy: Do you know the ABCs of first aid?

Eddie: A. Bone. Coming out of the skin is very bad.

~~~~~~~~

Robin: Words ending in 'ie' just sound so adorable. Like cutie, sweetie, cookie-

Eddie: Eyy, homie!

Steve : But then there's cootie...

Nancy: Die.

~~~~~~~~

Robin: *falls down the stairs*

Nancy: Are you okay?

Steve : Stop falling down the stairs!

Eddie: How’d the ground taste?

~~~~~~~~~

Eddie, taping a knife onto a Roomba: Be free, my child.

Steve , entering the room with a small cut on his ankle: Who the f-

~~~~~~~~~

Robin: Hey Nancy, I’ve got an idea for how to solve this.

Nancy, pulling out a shotgun: Yeah?

Robin: Wh- No! That’s not the idea, Nancy!

~~~~~~~~~

Robin: We need to open this locked door. Eddie, give me your credit card.

Eddie: Here.

Robin, pocketing it: Thanks. Steve , break down the door.

[idlenight]

I'm curios- what are the reasons from the demo that you like hg? It can be under the cut if you want to avoid people getting spoilers!

I will use any excuse to blab about HG, you are an enabler anon.

WARNING: Public Revelations Demo spoilers (for route 4.2) under the cut

Secondary warning of a LOT of text lmao.

hgsib variable.... i am obsessed w/ u.

You are Hollow Ground. You wake up in the middle of the night because you're a little parched. You untangle yourself from your polycule to go to the kitchen and get a drink.

There, sitting on your kitchen counter, is the villain that had previously refused to show up to the meeting you invited them to and send their assistant instead. They are in full armor, you are in your robes (a little underdressed for this meeting).

They offer you a cup of your own coffee that they just made.

Personally? I would be alerting my bodyguards polycule to the intrusion. But no HG just, rolls with the punches. I respect that.

But to get into the actual nitty gritty and the Connections(tm) to sidestep, focusing on the friendly + mind conversation because that's what I saw in my run.

In the friendly conversation where sidestep takes their helm off you get so much insight into HG's relationship with their sibling.

"Believe it or not," you start, *if ((suit_terrifying) or (hgterrified))   realizing how absurd this must sound, "I do believe it will be more advantageous to work together than be enemies." "You have certainly proven that you would be a bad enemy to have," Hollow Ground admits. *if hgreveal   "And I'm glad you're being sensible about this." The smile is real, as is the relief.   *if hgmind     "I wouldn't want us to be at odds. Not now."

a boss or hunter also gets this piece of dialogue that im unwell about:

  "Oh I know exactly who would," Hollow Ground says, voice sharper than it has been so far tonight. "Lord Ember. That San Francisco fuck has been making moves on my territory. I wasn't sure if you were one of his plants until tonight."   *if hgreveal     ${hghis} ${eyes} meet yours. Certainty. You're on ${hghis} side in this.

'Certainty. You're on [their] side in this.' <- homie immediately willing to believe step is on their side because they're probably his sibling, why wouldn't they be?

With a thief step, this dialogue comes up

  "Sometimes I can't be bothered though." You stare ${hghim} down, seeing how much leeway you have with your little stunt. "With the whole research thing. Is that going to be an issue?"   "You..." Hollow Ground groans.   *if hgmind     "You really haven't changed one bit, have you?"   *elseif hgreveal     "This feels far too familiar."

and the mindtalk + being defensive:

    "So what?" Your tone matches ${hghis}, because you have never once backed down from an argument. "Are you seriously surprised?"     "I shouldn't be, you always were a little shit." The words are out, flat on the table between you, coins not heads or tails but on the edge, spinning freely.

HG's youngest sibling confirmed to have been a little shit. (this dynamic was made for River 'born to be a shithead little brother' Becker fr fr)

Although my favorite part of the mind talk is this:

  *selectable_if (protected) #"You saved me," I gasp, focusing on that. "Why?"     "You saved me," you gasp, trying to swallow the taste of blood and drowning. "Why would you do that?" $!{hghe} must have known what you were trying to do. You're not sure if Hollow Ground is a telepath, but there is some form of mental powers at play here, that you could feel. Something...     "Hell if I know," ${hghe} @{hgsv lies|lie} and you know that now. Can taste the lie, not because your minds are entangled but because you can see it in ${hghis} eyes.     *if hg_relationship = "dangerous telepath"       "I should have let you drown like last time."       "But you didn't," you retort, wiping your mouth. "You know something."     *else       "Liar," you retort, wiping your mouth.

"You don't know?" You can sense the disbelief, ${hghis} eyes narrowing. "Fuck. Of course. That makes sense. Too much sense." "No it doesn't," you protest. "Do you remember anything?" Hollow Ground leans forward, too insistent now, almost reaching out to touch. You lean back, putting space between you despite the protection of your armor. "About what?" Why are you the one being interrogated? What did you see in there? What did you feel? "Your childhood." The words land heavily, and you almost laugh. As if you were ever a child.

The way that i am obsessed with ["dialogue" he lied] in texts. ALso ugh, HG leaning forward, wanting to touch sidestep. To make sure they're real? to comfort them? to comfort themself? They want sidestep to be their sibling so bad, need it to be true.

In fact is sidestep dismisses it (our memories got entangled. it's nothing more than that), then HG begs them to answer the question anyway, and are very clearly unwilling to let it go even though they won't force the answer because they're at a disadvantage.

  #"No," I say, which is technically not a lie. "Why?"     "No," you say, which is technically not a lie. No childhood unless you count being newly decanted, fumbling your way through the world before your memory implant. "Why?"     "Because you remind me of someone." Hollow Ground looks directly at you, eyes narrowing. "Someone who I thought I had lost long ago. Someone who should be dead."     "Some people don't stay dead forever," you joke with your grimmest smile, but ${hghe} @{hgsv takes|take} it the wrong way, eagerly leaning forward.     "Could it be...?" A pause, ${hghis} fingers tapping nervously against the table. "You would have been in your early teens. There was an... attack. They called it an accident, but nobody was fooled. You had been arrested, they said you suffered an overdose. They never let us claim the body, so I always figured it was police brutality. Didn't want us to see the evidence. I never thought there was a chance that you were alive?"

You can feel the hope radiating from ${hghim}. An old wound, reopened. Someone who loved ${hghis} *if afab   little sister *elseif amab   little brother *else   younger sibling and is now hoping that ${hghe} had been wrong all along. That there is a chance there had been no death. No body. Just someone disappeared into the system for whatever nefarious purposes. Someone who might be sitting at the table across from ${hghim}. Maybe. Hope. The most powerful and addictive of drugs. *if (((amab) and (gender = "woman")) or ((afab) and (gender = "man")))   You know in your heart that it is wrong. Not just because you are a Re-Gene and never were a child. But because the child you saw in ${hghis} mind had been a @{amab little girl.|little boy.} And you never would have been. Not back then.

Hollow Ground loved their younger sibling, Hollow Ground hopes that they are wrong. They want to be wrong, they need to be. For a chance that their sibling can still be alive, sitting in front of them now, breathing.

I could go on but this is already long enough lmao. Thanks for coming to another one of my TEDtalks ✌️.

[rosedajester]

NS!AU incorrect quotes

Star: *Laughs* Eclipse, you had a crush on me? That’s embarrassing—

Eclipse : We’re married.

Moon, Solar and Eclipse : *screaming*

Earth: *runs into the room* What's wrong, Solar?!

Moon: Wait, why are you asking Solar that when Eclipse and I are also here?

Earth: Because Solar wouldn't scream unless it's an emergency. You two scream whenever you have the chance.

Earth: So you’re dating Solar?

Ruin: What? No! I’m just buying them an accessory since they have terrible fashion sense.

Earth: That’s literally a wedding ring.

Earth: I assume you realize that this kind of idiocy will not be tolerated in this house.

Ruin: Is there any kind of idiocy you would be more comfortable with?

Ruin: Is this gaslighting? Am I being gaslit?

Puppet: If I were gaslighting you, you’d never know it.

Ruin: Is THAT gaslighting?

Puppet: Shut up.

Solar, very tired: Can I sleep in your bed?

Ruin: *half asleep* Solar , this is a queen-sized bed. That means it’s for *gestures vaguely to themself* the Queen.

Earth: I am the sand guardian, guardian of the sand.

Eclipse: Puppet quivers before them!

Earth: Fuck off!

Sun: Words ending in 'ie' just sound so adorable. Like cutie, sweetie, cookie-

Puppet: Eyy, homie!

Moon: But then there's cootie...

Earth: Die.

Lunar: how do you ask someone out?

Ruin: Well, first-

Solar: Don't ask them, they asked me out in a McDonalds parking lot.

Lunar: ...And you said yes?

Solar and Ruin: *Plays Slender: The Eight Pages*

*Jumpscare*

Ruin: *Jumps back* OH S*IT, IT'S A WHITE GUY!!!

Puppet: Earth doesn’t look very happy.

Solar: That's their happy. They're just a b*tch.

Lunar, to Puppet: If you see Pollux, give them this message *makes a neutral face*

Lunar: They'll know what it means.

*later*

Puppet: oh, and Lunar said to give you a message.

Puppet: *makes a neutral face*

Pollux: Oh no- The neutral face of displeasure.

Lunar : So don't panic but one of us is possessed by an owl....

Eclipse: ....

Solar: .....

Puppet: ......

Star: ..Who?

Lunar : That's the thing we don't-

*Everyone stares at Star*

Eclipse : Hey, can we stay in your house tonight?

Solar: Why?

Eclipse : Puppet fiddled with an ouija board and cursed ours.

Puppet: Earth doesn't know how to banish spirits, so they just throw salt at them and yell "DOES THIS LOOK LIKE A HOTEL TO YOU?!"

*The Squad using an Ouija board*

Puppet: Tell us… Is there a spirit in this house?

Spirit, through the board: YES.

Puppet: Great! Rent is due on the first of the month.

Eclipse: Oh, and movie night is on Friday if you want to hang out.

Earth: WAIT, WHAT—

Eclipse : What can therapy do for me that screaming in my car for 30 minutes can’t?

Earth: make you talk to people.

Pollux : Lunar, what does IDK, ILY, and TTYL mean?

Lunar: I don’t know, I love you, talk to you later.

Pollux : Alright, I love you too, I'll ask Castor.

Lunar: Wait- Pollux , no-

Pollux: I was voted “friendliest classmate” in high school.

Ruin: I was voted “most likely to become a clown”…

Lunar: You think that’s bad? HA! I was voted “most likely to get rabies”!

Castor: When I was your age-

Earth, mocking Castor: When I was your height.

Castor: . . .

Castor: Listen here you little s*it-

[toomanythoughts2]

It's really funny how the feud between Toki and Skwisgaar for solos isn't even really a feud. It's just Skwisgaar being an asshole to Toki for his regular guitar playing and Toki getting desperate for some kind of attention as a guitarist.

Pickles, Nathan, and Murderface could not give a rats ass who plays the guitar solos during the concerts. In fact, Pickles and Nathan are perfectly fine letting Toki play solos or just play guitar. Maybe not when recording the albums, but during live performances, no one has ever said that Toki is bad at guitar.

Also, the fans know that Toki is a great guitarist and even want to listen to him play solos, or just PLAY in general.

It's literally just Skwisgaar who has a problem with it.

I want to look at the first scene in "Dethlessons" Obviously, we have the symbolic fight between Toki and Skwisgaar in the arena. I wanna note that Skwisgaar cuts off Toki's sword hand at the very beginning, and Toki had to resort to tougher and nastier moves to get to Skwisgaar. We know that the sword is symbolic for his guitar.

In the beginning shot, the band is playing a concert. Nathan is head banging, Skwisgaar is playing guitar, Pickles is playing the drums, and Murderface is playing the bass. Toki is also playing the guitar. It does sound like a guitar part is playing but it's not strictly a guitar solo.

Now granted, if this was Skwisgaar's part that Toki stole, then I would understand his frustration. However, we've seen their guitar solos before in "Bookklok", Murderface's bass solo in "Birthdayface", and Pickles' drum solo in "Bookklok". This isn't that kind of guitar solo. If anything, this could be Toki overshadowing Skwisgaar's guitar playing during a part of the song where it's heavy on the guitars, but not a solo.

That being said, Toki is literally just playing guitar. He honestly looks bored!

Skwisgaar, on the other hand, looks so pissed. Like, they are all playing but because he can hear Toki and Toki is playing possibly louder than him (though that would be a soundboard issue if they were both playing at the same time and Toki's sound was louder) he is furious.

He stops playing JUST TO UNPLUG TOKI'S FUCKING GUITAR! (Kind of like how Skwisgaar cut off Toki's arm) But like???? SKIWS??? NO ONE WAS ANGRY AT TOKI BUT YOU! EVERYONE WAS CHILLING? YOU CAUSED THE PROBLEM!

And when he confronts Toki ON STAGE he's asking what's Toki's problem. TOKI'S PROBLEM? HOMIE WAS JUST FUCKING PLAYING THE GUITAR?? LIKE WHAT YOU WERE SUPPOSE TO BE DOING?? And Toki isn't defending his right to a solo, he's defending his right to be a guitarist! To have his talent recognized because SKWISGAAR FUCKING PULLED THE PLUG OUT ON HIM!

"Why's it gots to be about you? What's about my guitar playing?" Like, he's not asking for a solo, he's not asking for Skwisgaar to stop playing. He literally just wants to play and be seen as an equal.

AND SKWISGAAR LAUGHS AT HIM?

"What about it, you know?"

SIR??? YOU BROUGHT TOKI ON?? YOU'RE THE ONE THAT RECOGNIZED HIS GUITAR PLAYING SKILLS??? JUST LET THE BOY PLAY A BIT!

Also, they were whispering to each other until after Skwisgaar says this, then Toki says in a louder voice, "I'm the guitarist too Skwisgaar." HE JUST WANTS TO BE RECOGNIZED AS A GUITARIST!

Then he says, "Sometimes you forget I wants to play the scales and the notes and everything like you, but you don't lets me! You don'ts lets me!"

TOKI JUST WANTS TO BE LIKE SKWISGAAR AND PLAY HIS GUITAR AND BE RECOGNIZED AS A GUITARIST! HE WANTS TO BE JUST LIKE HIM, TOKI LOOKS UP TO SKWISGAAR! AND SKWISGAAR WON'T LET HIM, LITERALLY!

HE PULLED HIS FUCKING PLUG OUT OF THE SPEAKER!!!

Also, immediately after he says this, a fan can be heard, "LET HIM PLAY!" EVEN THE FANS WANT TO HEAR HIM PLAY! IT'S LITERALLY JUST SKWISGAAR IN HIS HANGUP!

Then Skwisgaar says, "You're totally attacking me right now!" BABY, YOU LITTERALLY PULLED HIS PLUG OUT OF THE SPEAKER! NO ONE WAS UPSET! DO YOU THINK NATHAN WOULDN'T HAVE SAID SOMETHING, TO HIS OWN BAND, IF SOMETHING WAS WRONG? Obviously we know this is because Skwisgaar is scared of losing his role and title in the band/music industry and having it taken over by Toki, despite him trying to tear him down (Skwisgaar's dream). BUT LIKE BUDDY! HE JUST WANTS TO BE LIKE YOU, AN EQUAL! LET HIM PLAY!

Then Toki ends his rant in, "He's holding me backs, everybody! I'm a guitarist, too!" while the fans are boo-ing in the background. A fan (or possibly Toki, but I think it's a fan) can be heard screaming, "You know it!" And Skwisgaar looks so done with Toki's fit, rolling his eyes back and everything.

Like, it isn't until after this does Toki start requesting Solos. Skwisgaar makes fun of him like boasting himself, offers his "services", and then gets upset when Toki finds someone else to teach him. I honestly don't think Toki's obsession with Solo's started until after this argument. Before then, it's probably just equal amount of playing time or equal amount of recognition. He probably would have been fine never getting a solo if he was just treated as an equal in the first place. And I don't think it was until Toki got older and more experienced did he start feeling like he should be treated as an equal and not the second guitarist they recruited as a kid. That's why Skwisgaar was easier on him, because Toki was happy to be in his "place" below and behind Skwisgaar. Toki has no problem being the rhythm guitarist, he has a problem not being seen as a legitimate guitarist. But now that he's grown and more experienced, Skwisgaar is having to fight back any notion of equal-ship.

The entirety of "Bookklok" could have been skipped if Skwisgaar just let Toki play sometimes.