#like?? no? let your players cool shit shine?

[seawitchkaraoke]

See I really dislike DMs doing this kind of stuff bc like... Was the lava already gonna do all that before you knew they had fire immunity? Yes? Okay sure go ahead. No, it was just gonna do a bunch of fire damage? Then don't punish your players for being clever by coming up with some new thing just to make their plan not work, that's not playing fair and it's really not fun, to me at least. Let players be clever, it's fun, this is a game that's supposed to be fun

Brennan is so much nicer than me because if one of my players tried to jump into lava for cover I would not be having it lol.

Like my response would be “Okay, so you’re immune to fire but lava is much denser than water. You don’t sink immediately but your feet are now submerged in what I must remind you is still rock so make a strength save (with disadvantage because you were TRYING to get submerged) or you’re restrained. If you fail you keep sinking next turn and eventually you will start taking bludgeoning damage from the weight of the molten rock you’re being crushed by also save against poison gas please.”

[two-red-lungs]

The Kids Are Alright (Eddie Munson)

Your first date with Eddie Munson is fine, as far as first dates go. You get pizza together: meet awkwardly outside the door at 7pm, hands sweaty, exchanging nervous, butterfly-riddled smiles. You eat. He can't stop moving in his seat opposite you, tapping his hands on the sticky enamel tabletop. He looks at you with big brown eyes. Wary, at first, then as the night goes on and it becomes clear this isn't some string-along joke, or a prank, with boyish glee.

But the second date is the one that really shines.

Eddie, in all his intellectual glory, takes you to the Dollar Tree.

It's late, again, and the D in the logo flickers in and out of existence. The air inside smells like cheap plastic, dust, and the urban sprawl of capitalism. This is a place that's usually... dead. A pathetic sort of dead, where dreams come to die, the cashier looks about five seconds from falling asleep, agonizingly boring elevator music plays over tinny speakers, and Hawaiian themed teacups are on sale for ninety-nine cents.

You think god, what the hell are we even doing here? This is hardly a dinner date, or the bowling alley, or makeout point, or any of the usual dates your friends always bragged so cooling about. But then Eddie looks at you over his shoulder, spins on his heel, and throws his arms wide. His outfit jingles.

"Welcome," he says with a glint in his dark eyes, "to the goddamn kingdom of imagination."

You should leave. God knows to anyone else at school this date could sound like a horror story, an uncouth, uncool, unladylike disaster. But there's something in those eyes. Something vibrant and alive and real. So instead of leaving you think, okay. Why not.

Best decision of your life.

He knows this place by heart, every white-tiled aisle under the buzzing fluorescents. And he's funny, too: you didn't expect him to be so funny. As you both slowly amble and push your squeaky-wheeled cart he picks up random shit, talking as he fiddles.

A fuzzy caterpillar cat toy becomes his moustache. He wraps a crinkled paper streamer around his neck like a boa and faints dramatically against some of the shelves. He scurries to the aisle next to you and pretends to walk down a staircase, disappearing from view: when his moppish head pops back up again, his wild hair flounces.

Huh. He smiles like the sun.

Eddie asks about everything possible, and god, under his stoner slang he's whip fucking smart. You crack a joke or a sarcastic reference and he smoothly returns it with equal emphasis, two tennis players on the court.

You check out picture frames. Eddie suggests throwing a little spraypaint on it, a little silver paint to light the edges, some weathering with sandpaper, and suddenly you've got yourself some primo decor.

"You like to paint?" You ask him, standing in the aisle, holding the shitty wooden frame. He's looking over your shoulder. You can feel his body heat, this close.

"I'm a big believer in, uh. Creativity, y'know?" His smile is big, toothy. Still nervous. Like as extroverted as he is, as big as his personality could be, the sting of a scoff or a sneer could still hurt.

You tell him that's cool. Something in his eyes softens.

God, you don't know how many hours you spend in that place, just talking and touching shit and discussing potential DIY projects and cool ideas. You talk comics, and music, and Hawkins social politics. He tells you about Tolkien. You tell him about David Brin. He likes David Murray, you like Siouxie Sioux. You both agree the autumn leaves this time of year make the Hawkins High look like its roof is on fire (and god, if only).

Your cart is full of bullshit you don't really need, bullshit full of promise and potential, and Eddie is letting you ride the cart with your feet on the front bar as he pushes it down the aisle at mach one speed. He splutters behind you, your hair in his mouth. He's laughing.

The total comes to 12 dollars even. The plan for the next date is to turn the kids bathtub toys you bought- ducks and dolls and dolphins- into zombies and mummies and other creatures with the shitty barely-opaque acrylics set you scored.

The sky is black outside, and it's raining. He asks if he'll see you again this week, and you say yeah, duh. The air feels like fireworks- like lightning, like a live wire. You think for a second that he's gonna kiss you.

Eddie pulls out a silver-plastic tiara from under his vest, nicked free of charge from the girl's section, and sets it on your head. It's cheap, pattern-punched plastic with pink plastic gems. It's perfect. He's made you a fairytale.

Munson bows, smiles again- the one that makes his eyes crinkle- and then he's off in his van.

He's so weird. He's so strange. You don't understand him.

You think you really like him.

[aylasology]

Oh Pretty Woman~

70s!Rockstar!Robin x Groupie!fem!reader.

Rockstar!Robin (she's her own warning honestly).

Your high heels clicked, walking into the hallways of the apartment building as if it was yours. Crimson red lipstick and fur coat on. You were supposed to stop with the habit of getting with these rock stars, but there was something so different with the way this rockstar whispered into your ear before she left.

"L.A ain't the same without you, doll."

Robin. Robin Buckley. How could you forget? You were her pretty little drug, the girl wrapped around her finger, the princess she'd pamper and spoil whenever she was on the road. The girl that wasn't explicitly hers, and yet, the girl she lead on to believe that maybe she was more than just some groupie.

Your friend, a journalist who was simply following everywhere Hellfire went - where Robin went - stood by the front of the door, grabbing a pen and a notepad. He doesn't know anything about you and Robin, or the whole groupie thing, but you'd like to keep it that away.

"You ready to meet some cool people?" you asked him. Watching him straighten his jacket and hair. You found it amusing how he wanted to look so formal for a party, you shrugged it off. He only nods.

You weaved a sigh, opening the doorknob. Musicians, groupies, and a shit ton of strangers fill the apartment. It was a big place so to speak, music filling the room through a broken record player. For the rest of the night, you made sure to stick to your friend, a looking eye for him so that he wouldn't get drunk or "unprofessional" as he worded it. He said he was a journalist, but in truth, he really is just a young boy writing and fanboying over rockstars.

"Guess who's going on a motherfucking tour!" Eddie Munson, Hellfire's lead guitarist, yelled as he opened the door, bottle of wine in hand as he chugged. A hand is shoved to his face, pushing him away from the door. A boy tall and muscular walks into the door - Steve Harrington, the bassist of Hellfire waves to the crowd.

"Don't mind him, he's drunk." Steve chimed, pulling Dustin Henderson, their drummer, into the room. All three boys running and prodding towards the partygoers. Where's Robin?

And as the thought of her comes to mind, in flare jeans, and a graphic sleeveless shirt, Robin walks in. Leather boots long and fitted on her legs, sweat after tonight's opening act for some band they don't even remember the name of shined and slicked on her exposed arms, muscular and smooth. Her hair dishevelled and longer than the last time you saw her, the brown roots of her hair growing a little more. Heart-shaped sunglasses blocked the vision which were her blue eyes. Those goddamn eyes that could weaken you with a single glance.

"I'm not late am I?" Robin asked, smooth and slim fingers holding onto the rim of her glasses as she pushed it up to her hair. Her fingers tut with her hair, a playful chuckle erupting from her soft, glossy lips. She strides to the couch, hips swaying so effortlessly as she walked towards the rest of hellfire. Sitting down on the empty space between Eddie and Steve, manspreading as her arms slung around the two boys shoulders.

Your fingers gripped on the red cup you were holding. Your friend had a grin on his face, tugging to your coat as if it told you everything that he wanted the two of you to do : go closer to hellfire.

You look down on your cup, it's almost empty, a perfect excuse not to go near Hellfire - near Robin. "Why don't you go alone? I'll watch from afar." you chuckled awkwardly. Noticing now tense you were, without really knowing the reason why, your friend nods, leaving you alone with the crowd.

He waves over to the group, a toothy smile from Dustin in response. He lets your friend sit in the armrest of the couch, bickering over something you couldn't quite hear. A guy in the crowd goes over to you, talking about the band and all that stuff, responding to him with half hearted "mhms" and mindless nods.

But your eyes were focused elsewhere; focused on the girl scanning the crowd. The girl who's eyes, blue and deep, scanned the faces of the strangers in her apartment - as if she was looking for that one familiar face, your face.

And that's when eyes meet. Her eyes meeting your own. You could feel your heart skip a beat, a crimson hue arising on your cheeks. She was no guitarist, but she plucked on your heartstrings better than anyone could.

A smile tuts on her lips. That goddamn smile, a devilish glint in her eyes, her smile pursed into a smirk.

You looked down on your cup, empty. "I need to get some ice." You announce to the stranger who came up to you, running down the halls in search of an ice machine, in which you find in a small room.

You get in, and as you do, you hear the door swing shut.

Holy shit.

"I can't believe you actually showed up." She whispered, her breath against your neck, fingers sliding to grip onto your waist. You've never actually felt yourself melt before, but as you felt her fingers caress on the fabric of your coat you knew you were done for.

"When does it end?"

"What?" Robin cooed, her voice deep and low, a tone she's always reserved just for you. Her fingers move high up, planting them on your waist.

"This. The story about the girl who's wrapped around a rockstar's little finger and when she gets tired of being this rockstar's plaything she leaves. The rockstar sends her six...no..ten letters and doesn't even leave a backstage pass in San Diego." You replied, sliding her hands off your body. "Robin I've had enough. I'm done with this lifestyle. I'm done with you." You added, there wasn't much truth in your words as you'd like to believe yourself, and Robin didn't believe you at all.

She smiled. Why did she smile?

"Oh honey." Robin chuckled, fingers moving to grab your cup. "I say you're done with all this when I tell you are." She replied, grabbing ice from the machine. "And let me tell you, the day you're truly done, rock n roll's gonna miss you." You hear ice being tossed to your glass, daring not to look at Robin herself.

"It's gonna miss the way you turn a hotel into a home."

An ice cube thrown to your glass.

"The way you know every song. Every song. Even the bad ones. Especially the bad ones." A chuckle slips out of her plush lips. Another cube thrown to your glass.

"Coats and vests in the middle of summer." Another cube.

"Those pink lips and the way it giggles over every small compliment." Another cube.

"The way it fawns over me as if it's never been complimented all it's life."

Silence fills the room, your fingers brushing over a table. A lump in your throat. You feel warm hands on the grip of your waist, your cup left on the table.

"You're more than just some groupie, darling." She cooed, lips brushing on the flesh of your ear. "You're your own kind of woman." She said before turning you around to face her, pinning you up against the brim of the table. "You're my woman."

And before you could protest, she kissed you powerfully. Hands gripping on the edge of the table as if fighting to keep your hands off her. She pulled you closer, a smirk on the edge of her lips as a soft whimper slips from yours. A needy sound that could make her go ballistic.

"So loud for me already, huh?" She chuckled, pulling away. "I barely even touched you."

Fingers brush against your chin, making you look up at her.

"Come to Arizona, baby."

"Never." yes

She smirked. "We leave tomorrow. 9AM. And pack light this time, Jesus."

[whoseholtz]

today was a fairytale | alexander holtz

pairing : alexander holtz x fem!reader

warnings : one of my first fully written fics, swearing, use of y/n, switch of pov (will be written in italics!)

summary : when reader goes to a devil's game and decides to make a sign asking #10 for a puck in exchange for a lego set and he actually notices her and the day turns out to be like one in a fairytale.

word count : 1.6k

y/n pov

“Girl, it’s a stupid idea, there’s a bunch of signs around the rink why would he choose yours?” your best friend says looking at the sign you made for your favourite player.

She always knew how to ruin the mood.

You slightly adjusted the sign in your hands which read, ‘Can I trade you a Lego set for a puck, #10?’ in a goofy font. The white card had been something you picked up from the craft store on your way home from work, an impulsive decision as always.

“But but but there’s barely any with his name on it, plus who cares, it’s fun okay, and if he actually spots me it’s a bonus,” you smiled clinging onto that little bit of hope that he would see your sign.

“Yeah, I guess,” your friend shrugged as a smirk grew on her face.

“What is it?” you asked knowing that when that smirk appeared there was always a plan brewing in her head.

“Oh nothing, just the fact that you are a beautiful hot girl who likes lego oh and he’s a guy who likes girls and lego, get his number girl,” she said jokingly nudging your shoulder.

In what world would ALEXANDER HOLTZ notice you?

“Okay get out of your Wattpad-loving brain, let’s just enjoy warmups and the game,” a smirk forming on your friend's face, “but no high hopes of anything more than the game.”

The lights started dimming in the arena, the colours of the devils shining bright with the booming voices from the speakers announcing the players would be entering the ice soon.

Your friend slapping your arm, “Look how cute they look, they’re Disney princesses with pads.”

“Yes, yes, I know to calm down, we don’t wanna look like the crazy ones,” you replied, being conscious of when #10 entered the ice.

Then there he was, gliding smoothly across the ice.

He could easily be on one of the top lines but he gets treated like shit from the shitty old coaches.

Warm-ups went on like normal, the silly superstitions, and pucks across the ice in every direction.

“He’s good at skating I guess,” your friend said smartly, “he plays for the NHL dipshit, of course, he’s good at skating.”

“I know but I looked at his stats and his ice time is really low and like that means he doesn’t have any chance to get good plays,” your friend shrugged, her eyes following his every move.

All she said was true, he dealt with the game. all he cared about was that he was in the league, the best league in the world for hockey.

Being a player's biggest fan came with the depression of the issues at hand, their places on the lines, their falls and other setbacks that come with being an NHL player, and every day you wish they could be the best and biggest player in the league.

Even harder being on a team with two top first-round picks and a bunch of other players who are raved about all around the league.

“Girl snap the fuck of out, he’s looking at you, right at you holy shit,” your friend said slapping your shoulder, pointing at him skating around in circles, locking eyes with you.

“Oh my god, no way he’s looking at me,” you said, jumping up and down not knowing what to do, stay weird or keep calm and try your best to look hot.

The Lego Ferrari car shook in your hand, the other shaking against the glass trying to keep your cool as he skated towards where you were situated.

—

alex pov

Skating towards such a pretty girl was scary, but the sign caught his eye. he didn’t get many signs, trades even and Lego is his favourite thing, so why wouldn’t he be excited?

The white, red and black sign with the pretty girl holding it couldn’t pass his way, maybe he’d even get a point this game.

Going home after a win but with little ice time and no points didn’t help with his mood. he’d sit on his couch in the dim room questioning why he could never be enough for the team and the league.

He has tried so hard.

—

y/n pov

“No way he’s gonna actually want the set. no way you are getting a puck, oh my god y/n this is crazy ahhh he’s coming towards us,” she said, slapping you repeatedly in the same spot, it was starting to hurt.

“Okay just stop, calm down and look cool girl,” you said, wanting to look as normal as possible for Alexander Holtz.

Tap, tap, tap on the glass.

A red glove right in front of your face, the culprit of the tapping noise.

His adorable smiling face looking at you, signalling to get ready for the puck to be thrown over the ice.

You smiled back and nodded, pulling the sign down, holding your hands ready to catch it, not believing what was going on.

You almost wanted to keep your eyes on him even when the puck had been thrown from his hands, but you obviously couldn’t.

The puck weighing in your hand, your eyes fixated on it.

"Y/n, y/n, y/n the lego set, stop googling at the puck and hand him the bloody lego set,” your friend said, slapping you once again.

“Oh fuck yeah wait, hold the puck while I chuck this thing over the glass,” you said, questioning if all those years of skipping gym were back to bite you.

First try, failed.

Second try, failed.

Third try, failed.

Fourth time, WE GOT IT.

He grinned at you one last time before turning around and skating to the bench to place the set down.

A weird feeling flowed through your body. Almost as if you’d just lost something, a presence and a sense of comfort just poof, gone.

But that thought quickly got taken away when the stadium filled with screams of die-hard fans, with you being one of them.

Somehow you’d made it to your seat already getting ready for the game to start.

You realised your head couldn’t stop thinking about the interaction with him, the puck clinging to your hand.

“Hey hey y/n, maybe loosen your grip on the puck, your knuckles are turning white and we don’t want to leave before the game even starts,” your friend said, nudging you to get your attention.

“Oh shit sorry, it’s just he’s so ahhhh, like oh my god he’s got something in his possession that I bought, with my own money,” you grinned, immediately the wave of regret of spending that much money on a lego set, washing away.

“Well let’s just enjoy this game and hope for a win and a Holtz point,” she said, holding up her overpriced drink to yours.

“I’ll toast to that, to Holtz getting a point and maybe a devil's won.”

—

“AND THE DEVILS WIN THE GAME WITH ALEXANDER HOLTZ AS THE STAR OF THE GAME”

The shock on your face shouldn’t have been that big but when a fourth-line player gets chosen as the star of the game it is huge.

“Girl he did it for you, you are his good luck charm, you need to give him something every game,” your friend yells beside you jumping out of her seat.

“Okay, I get hockey players are superstitious but girl there’s no way, let’s just leave it,” you sighed, your life couldn’t be all butterflies and rainbows.

It was not a Wattpad story, and you couldn’t treat it like it was. He probably just threw out the Lego set, you thought you were insane thinking there was a chance he actually remembered who you were; there’s no way he did.

—

alex pov

He couldn’t stop thinking about her smile, how it was the prettiest thing he had ever seen. and he got a goal, points, the fucking star of the game.

yeah, he laughed at people saying hockey players are suppositions and yeah he was a tiny bit. he had his routines but it was never that serious, the only thing different about his game was seeing her, locking eyes with her.

The Lego set sitting on his living room table was a reminder of how her smile made him feel, all bubbly inside like he could rule the world.

“Bro stop zoning out it’s scary, you just got star of the game let’s celebrate,” Luke said as he walked past you, he had invited himself in like he did every other night. win or lose he was there.

“Sorry sorry just trying to figure out what happened today that made me play so good.”

“It was totally that girl you were spying on from the start of the game to the end,” Luke joked, “this is the Lego set she gave you right?” he questioned picking it up off the table.

“Hey, don’t touch that,” he yelled, running towards Luke.

“Shit, sorry didn’t think it was such a big deal,” he said dropping the Lego set onto the table again.

“No sorry I just can’t seem to get her out of my head, and the thought I probably will never see her again,” Alexander said slowly sitting down on the couch.

“Okay don’t think about it that way, be happy you’ve somewhat met her and that you are the star, be present,” Luke replied sitting down on the couch like it was his own home, grabbing the remote and flicking some random show on.

“Never say something like that again, it's weird hearing advice from you,” Alex replied, shocked by the words coming out of his mouth.

“HEY,” Luke yelled, slapping him in the process.

It wasn’t like Luke thought, he still felt her presence somewhat, a faint smell of grapefruit which you would only notice if you really paid attention.

He couldn’t get away from the thought of her.

He couldn’t stop wondering when he’d see her again.

a/n :: hi guyssss sorry i've been lacking motivation so this took... a while to publish and stuff so i hope u like it!! tysm for all the love on if i could tell her <33

also i might be making this a series? maybe? don't hold me to that though :}

[chycoin]

HUGE SPOILER AHEAD!!!

Watch “TRASH FRIENDS” before reading. If you haven’t watched it and still read this, pls don’t say I didn’t warn you 🫠👍

Just watched “TRASH FRIENDS” and the thumbnail really made me think this was going to be an episode focusing on the way Mario has been treated by Smg4 and his friends (at least that’s how I see it) but I wasn’t expecting an episode about Smg3’s insecurities and fears (mostly insecurities)

I really was caught lacking because I was expecting something and I got the opposite lmao. I should be familiar with this guy’s content already and know that the only thing expected from these episodes is the unexpected xD, but anyways back to talking about the video.

In previous episodes we see that he gets a little bit of customers such as in the episode “You used to be cool” and “CEO OF RIZZ” but in this last mentioned episode he tries to advertise his café after Boopkins’s date works out in the end and so does the same in ���SMG4’s NEWS.”

At first you think “Maybe he wants more than what he has” but after watching this episode you realize he’s actually struggling with his business and last weeks episode you change your view from his actions and see him as more desperate rather than greedy after watching this latest ep.

Constantly trying to get more people into his café and taking every single chance he can see to advertise no matter the place or time, like life depends on it.

And talking about chances ._.xD

(This goober losing the video to a basketball, I’m dead😭)

Smg4 comes to this guy’s café for his help to get his “Michael Jordan Endorsement Video” back because boi lost it and he wants Smg3’s help because their “FRIENDS”

Of course Smg3 saw this as a chance to advertise his café because HOLY SHIT MICHAEL JORDAD!!! A famous basketball player that anyone would want to have the chance to meet and that’s a chance that Smg3 is willing to take because it means his business would BLOW UP *someone throws them a chair*

Btw when Mario shows up to offer his help, I expected Smg4 to be more happy that he has his avatar buddy always trying to help him but instead…

Don’t get me wrong, I know they got a little weirded out about the fact that Mario is a regular around the Junkyard due to him eating at that location but still, that dialogue still sort of hurt me man qwp

But anyways back to my review of this episode and giving my acoustic povs that nobody asked for.

They arrive at the junkyard and after being there for 5 seconds, they find the legendary pokemon that goes by the name of “Michael Jordan Endorsement Video” (sorry for my weak ass jokes, I just woke up and my humor is a little broken rn)

After having the video on sight, Mario pulls a Yoshi and beats the crap out of the spaghetti plate where the video so happened to land on, in one go. Obviously, causing the other two to try and force the USB out of him but both failed as Mario did a BLJ through the trash and forcing 3 & 4 to dig through everything to find him.

Now… the part I was dying to talk about and hopefully I can let out my thoughts the proper way.

As the two spend an entire evening just digging through trash, they start a friendly conversation until Smg4 touches the Smg3’s CnB topic which causes Smg3 to get nervous and lie about everything being fine because he has something that every human being has unfortunately, ✨I N S E C U R I T I E S✨.

Which I understand because bruh, 3’s been seen as a bad copy of 4 who’s the total opposite of him for a good piece of his life, if not his ENTIRE existence and now that’s he’s going through a change in his life for the better, he’s going to face a lot of these insecurity episodes because he’s so used to being seen as the bad guy, the bad copy, The Villain. Always people seeing what 4 does and never looking what 3 does which got him into that dark path.

Is like the Sun and the Moon kind of thing. The Sun (Smg4) can shine the brightest while the moon (Smg3) is just a floating rock shining the least. I’ll bring this up again at the end of the review.

But yeah, Smg3 has insecurities and is more shown when they reach the entrance of Mario’s hiding spot.

-Part 2 🫠👍-

[winterlymor]

So after watching a bunch of streamers/youtubers play Slay the Princess and through my own playthroughs with my friends I’ve realized something about how the story comes together

Let me preface this by saying that I don’t think there’s a RIGHT way to experience Slay the Princess, BUT I do think that the first princess you meet can lead to a bit more confusion than others

!!major spoiler warning!! for like the basic story

I got this idea specifically after watching Porcelain Maid’s stream of it where he got The Beast and subsequently The Wild.

The Beast is pretty interesting as a route considering the information you get from her

- she can’t leave the cabin without you (alive)

- she doesn’t want to end the world

- your choice can drastically change her appearance/ how she adapts to your choices

I think The Wild as a path greatly benefits from your understanding of the chapter cycle and the Narrator confrontation.

For The Wild you figure out

- you’re in a construct

- you and the princess must work together to leave it (sound familiar?)

- as the long quiet, technically you are your own prison (i’ll explain this more later) (maybe in another post)

Tbh I think it’s really cool for certain routes to be shrouded in mystery and wtf-ness but later in the the story with more context it can really shine.

In comparison, Markiplier got The Spectre as his first. And The Good Ending but I’ll talk about that ending another time.

In The Spectre there are a pretty cool amount of tidbits you can figure out just by how you get there

- killing the princess is actually pretty easy

- the Narrator’s a piece of shit reward is an eternity of nothingness

- perception changes the princess’s form (you perceive her as dead therefore she is)

- she can’t leave the cabin without you (alive)

- she doesn’t have a narrator or any voices

- she has an inherent wish to be whole in some way (in this case it’s to “go home”)

- the Narrator is not a voice, something entirely different

This information is really cool to start off with specifically if you’re a lore player or just want to piece the story together. All of this has led me to wondering, what would be the “best” way to get all of the story in one run? Which combination of Princesses cover somewhat everything from the player’s and her abilities to the introduction of the construct without the Narrator filling in everything at the end?

[simpjaes]

60 [milf hunt] 61 [prp] 62 [serial sweetheart] 63 [night/day shift] 64 [frenzy 1+2] 65 [hypersexual + first date etiquette] 66 [one of the damned girls]

pls + ty 🩷

60.) What inspired the plot for MILF HUNT? the fic still isn't finished yet and im SO SORRY FOR THAT but basically just the idea of jay wanting to be both daddy and an actual dad. i need to write him as a toxic service top so bad 61.) In PLAYER RANK: PLATINUM, what's your favorite scene that you wrote? if you want the honest truth, it was all the side stuff with the rest of hyung line. if there's anything i love in a fic, it's giving the side characters an insane amount of time to shine. in player rank tho, i did cut down quite a bit. i think the fic was actually closer to 40k when i finished it but i removed a lot. some ppl might note that in my other fics with side characters too, i always make them a borderline love interest too :| outside of that, it's when reader is humping heeseung's pillow and he walks in like "omg ur so gross for doing that" 62.) In SERIAL SWEETHEART, was there a deleted scene/idea that you wish you could have included? why did you cut it? well, serial sweetheart was a revamp and actually, nothing was cut out of that one. this question would be WELL suited for paid in&paid off or frenzy tho like omg....the shit i cut out of those LMFAO 63.) What was the hardest part of writing NIGHT SHIFT/DAY SHIFT? probably the first part was the most difficult for me to accept. i still can't stand that part of the fic bc i wrote it as a drabble and decided to call it a fic. it's not really up to my personal standards but i feel like it's okay when paired with the second part [day-shift] which I put a lot more thought and effort into!!! 64.) if you re-wrote FRENZY now, would you change anything? well, firstly, pls know that i love the fic as is and it's one of the first fics i've ever truly loved after finishing it. I put my SOUL into that shit. but...yeah...i would change a lot. i played with a lot of ideas in that fic, including noncon involving stalker jake, there was even a scene i wrote in full that was deleted of him literally killing reader's ex boyfriend. there likely would have been more cameras, blood, insane behavior, and probably a bit of love induced murder involved if i were to re-write it now with a comfortable place to post it. not everyone can appreciate this type of writing though :/ 65.) If you wrote a sequel to HYPER SEXUAL and FIRST DATE ETIQUETTE, what would happen in it? hyper-sexual is getting a sequal so i will remain silent on that outside of letting you know there's free-use and somnophilia. as for first date etiquette...well, they're basically dating by the end of it so a sequel would likely be boring to write tbh. just a boyfriend and his girlfriend having weird sex atp, but i guess a cool plot point would be reader's parent's finding out that sunghoon is a slut and hating his guts lol 66.) What's a fun fact about ONE OF THE DAMNED GIRLS? jungwon was supposed to die but i wrote him as such a beloved character that i couldn't do it :|

[emwritesstuff]

so about dynamo?

i'm not realy a enemies to lovers type of person but holy fucking shit, somehow you have gotten the right amout of ''i care, deeply, truly, about this person'' and ''oh ny fucking god, can they shut the fuck up FOR ONCE. i need to fuck them. but because of my own issues, sure, but i need them dead like rn. for the love of god, can they fuck offf-''

and i think that's great. steve dosn't feel ooc, him feeling annoying and demanding without his softnes, also feels in character

sparky is wonderful, she'd messy and snarky and sharp around the edges as a means of survival. Of course steve wants to help, but she's not bucky so it's weird, comes off as entitled, ''lectury'' to sparks

i also think that it would be realy cool to expolore how, maybe, a relationship between bucky and sparks would function (i mean this fully platonicaly for both of them), cuz both are kinda fucked, and somewhat in a similar boat (with the whole...activation thing) the uncertainty if the people in your life can ever see you beyond the things you've been put through and all of that, y'know,

(but also it's your story, and it's realy fucking cool as is)

so uh, yeah 👍🏻. i hope they get to fuck nasty in the next one (i need her to bite him)

oh my god hi. this is THE BEST ask here we go

somehow you have gotten the right amout of ''i care, deeply, truly, about this person'' and ''oh ny fucking god, can they shut the fuck up FOR ONCE.

I tried to give both Steve and Reader traits that could either clash or bring the other balance, and also not make one All Good and the other All Bad. I love enemies to lovers but it can be really hard to find harmony between that hate and affection, and make the progression feel natural - that's what I've been trying to do and it's sooo good to hear that it's been working!

steve dosn't feel ooc, him feeling annoying and demanding without his softnes, also feels in character

I love that you think that! My favorite Steve is CATWS Steve. He feels real but also holds all the traits we love about him. What's happening in this movie is also happening here: our man is under a lot of pressure from multiple sides (including Sparky's) and it's hard to let his true personality shine when he has so much on his shoulders. But with time we'll get some more of his softness, it's there

I added some of this glimpses already, but I hope to touch more on the post Civil War Accords soon, and show that he had to compromise a lot to get his team back to the comfort and resources of the Compound.

Of course steve wants to help, but she's not bucky so it's weird, comes off as entitled, ''lectury'' to sparks

Their distrust of one another definitely made things more difficult than they could be. She doesn't see it as him trying to help and Steve doesn't understand - at first - how warped her world views have been at this point (and he is indeed lecturey). What should be obvious isn't and it creates frustration for the both of them. But I think that's on its way to change hehehe

i also think that it would be realy cool to expolore how, maybe, a relationship between bucky and sparks would function (i mean this fully platonicaly for both of them)

I'm so glad you touched this subject because it's for sure going to happen! I've started to set that up on part 5 and I want to get something going on part 6. Reader and Bucky have had very similar experiences, and that's the reason they've kept their distance so far - it's too close to home. If I may give an itty bitty spoiler, someone is gonna spill the beans about the record player, lol Also! Bucky has been Steve's wingman since the 1940s 👀

i hope they get to fuck nasty in the next one (i need her to bite him)

I'm not the most skilled with smut but it's happening! I'll see what i can do about the biting 😈

[ot3]

so i see you tweet sometimes about gw2 and im just curious about your thoughts on it like, plot wise.

i think the story of early guild wars is pretty par for the course mmo storytelling where im paying mostly superficial attention to the plot and mainly enjoying how fun the game is. but around the time you get to heart of thorns they start introducing enough interesting concepts that you decide its worth paying slightly more attention to.

there was a huge problem in the way guild wars 2's narrative flowed because of the way they handled the living world stuff. i love the living world in concept when it was unreplayable because its just neat to me to be able to take such large story beats in an mmo. where you literally nuke your entire main city and change its appearance. but i appreciate the fact they decided to retroactively let you play that stuff in the end! however making it, in the case of living world season 2, optional to buy, but then not also doing lws1 in the same way? it just meant that you got the story non completely and non sequentially. if you just go straight to core from HoT you have to do soooo much Inferring Shit About This Plot from it. It's like your character blacked out and lost several years of their life. 'hello? commander? its us. the guys who are totally already your best friends'

anyway once i got through HoT then i found myself going back to lws2 specifically to unlock the luminescent armor and the respective ascended trinkets since back pre-lws3 the only stat selectable ascended trinkets were from raids, i believe. and then once again it was really interesting to get the map meta-events recontexualized to me from going through the story. and then after that i was invested enough in these characters to go watch the howeverlong supercut lws1 movie someone had on youtube for anyone who hadnt been there to play through it.

all this to say i think there was a lot of interesting story stuff here that would have helped hook more people earlier on if it had been freely available to play in its intended order. anyway

hot: i feel like it benefitted a TON from playing through this on a sylvari pc the first time because the custom dialogue they give that taints it like all of the npcs are suspicious you are going to fucking turn evil. like the sort of 'youre the coolest strongest character in the world!' stuff never really does it for me. i'm way more into 'youre a very powerful person in an extremely fraught and complex political situation' and HoT really felt a lot more like that, with i think it doing a good job of setting the mood for being In An Active Warzone. i like dragons stand meta a lot in terms of things where gameplay really makes the story hit in a certain way. the challenging, large-scale metas make a better multiplayer use of a high fantasy war shining than a lot of them do. getting events that genuinely do take several dozen real human beings coordinating in real time to accomplish makes there be a sense of difficulty and scale that would be rather punishing and frustrating as instanced single player combat.

i know i kind of talked more a bout the combat than the story. oops. but to me the sort of positive feedback loop between getting more invested in playing the actual game and then getting more invested in learning about the characters to continue to future expansions.

I wish I could speak more about lws3 and PoF but i will be real with you right now. those years of my life are kind of a blur and i do not remember a lot of the story beats right now. lws4 felt pretty weak to me in a lot of ways, pretty disparate from itself. PoF though i had a hell of a fun time with. joko was a fun villain he was serving necromantic cunt.

lws4 was ok. definitely more cohesive overall and had some cool stuff. lws5 i think on the other hand really suffered from a bit of covid slump in its content which i will absolutely not blame them for. I would much rather they put out slightly subpar content during a massive health crisis than they overwork people.

CANTHA, ON THE OTHER HAND. WAS EXCELLENT. DEFINITELY THEIR BEST STORY WRITING YET. i had a blast of a time with it and i was specifically fond of what they did with mai trin, a character i was well acquainted with via getting my ass kicked in her fractal back when she was scale 100. they gave her some INSANE dyke drama. it was catnip to me. she fucked that asura they had toxic yuri i knowww they did. kelly hu did her voice for EoD, who i immediately clocked as stacy from phineas and ferb and was as such predisposed to be endeared to her. also who doesnt love an ex supervillain pirate captain. mai trin you will always be famous.

anyway. that is my extnesive opinion on the plot of guild wars 2. great game everyone play it i have over 3000 hours in guild wars 2.

[song-of-the-rune]

About 20 hours into cassette beasts, got up to the last archangel (I think? Haven't stepped through the door yet to find out) last night, and... thoughts:

I don't hate the switch port, but on my 1st-gen switch, it doesn't run great. It's stopped crashing, which has made it more enjoyable! But it still lags out as I'm moving shit the world. I hear the PC version runs better.

Kayleigh is bi!! Not playersexual (which I could go on a whole rant about but let's not get distracted), she actually shows interest in female NPCs and has history with one male one. That or she's since realized she's a lesian. It's great either way. I feel like video games tend to cop out on npc orientation.

I <3 barkley

Aleph is a very fun villain.

Traiiiiiins

Fan of the character design all-around -- humans, archangels, and monsters alike. The monster designs are VERY fun and while many of them are nods or references to something or another, they're genuinely interesting and don't feel like copies.

I enjoy the battle mechanics. This is not a pokemon clone, it lets itself be its own thing, and I think it really shines for that. The type mechanics are interesting and I like that it explains each one to you in a way that also justifies the mechanic.

I've heard the NPCs are romanceable. This doesn't prevent you from capping your relationship level, from what I can tell, which I very much appreciate.

Despite not being a pokemon clone, they clearly loved pokemon, based on a lot of the NPC interactions.

I love the cast of companions in general! They're all interesting characters ^.^

Usually the "retro aesthetic" thing doesn't work for me, but they really nailed it. There's a lot more going on than "cassette player old."

I like that things remaster at 5 stars consistently. It leaves a lot less guesswork in filling out the bestiary.

Bootlegs are a cool mechanic, I like there being a mechanical difference that isn't inherently better or worse than the base form, just situational.

[seikotakai]

Thoughts on Tekken 8 demo (so far)

>I'm enjoying it so far. I already got that warrior rank by destroying everyone with my boy Jin Kazama. Also I am so glad Bandai Namco finally added vs CPU as an option (which they should've done years ago smh, but better now than never I guess). I always spent most of my time playing Soul Calibur 6 just playing as my favorite characters or customizations in the vs CPU mode. The vs CPU really does add replay value to the game (playing as your favorite characters, wanting to see your favorite characters's special intros with the other characters in the roster which is epic). Glad they're bringing back Tekken Ball as well. Oh maybe some more single player content would be great too (like idk bring back survival mode, time attack, or team battle).

>Still hoping Tekken 6 gets retconned (ex. jin got brainwashed by azazel like how nina got brainwashed by shrek in tekken 3) and Kazuya does not fucking die.（πーπ）

>I'm actually so happy Kazuya defeated Jin in the first chapter. Sure eventually of course at the end of the game Jin Kazama will get stronger and beat him in a rematch. But like...after watching every single mortal kombat villain (except Shao Kahn, Shang Tsung, and the bug bitch who killed Mileena) being pathetic jokes who get their asses kicked every 5 seconds. It's refreshing to me seeing Kazuya finally be a threat instead of being like Team Rocket or FANG from Street Fighter V's story mode. *shudders* (oh and also people on youtube comments won't complain about "jIn AlWaYs WiNs" because he lost to kaz here and he also lost to both hwoarang and miguel).

>can't put kazuya in the cute little flower booba shirt because no customization in demo. ( ╥ω╥ ) on the bright side, the main menu literally lets you stare at kazuya's sexy tits and sexy dilf body in general in multiple directions. beautiful.

>the arcade quest was neat too, at least the avatar characters are kind of cute (they are not ugly and shit as the stupid fucking Sportsmates from Nintendo Switch Sports who tried to replace the miis). I had fun kicking everyone's asses and I cheered when Kazuya won that tournament and kicked someone's ass.

>Jin's special intros with some characters like Xiaoyu are cute. Too bad you cannot fight Hwoarang in the demo so you cannot get his and Asuka has no special intro with him for some stupid reason.

>there's also some hope that maybe some of the side characters will be relevant in this game and get to shine (keyword maybe...knowing every game since tekken 6, they will probably drop the ball). it was neat seeing everyone joining the tournament in the intro chapter including lili, paul, and steve. i mean in tekken bloodline king gets to do some cool shit and paul was not a joke that time.

>Fighting and almost losing to Panda made me more upset Anna is not in this game come on now. I know Bandai Namco obviously lowkey hates Bruce Irvin because they replaced him twice now. First he was replaced by Bryan in Tekken 3 (don't worry Bryan ily problematic babygirl) and then Josie in Tekken 7. But man, why can't either of Kazuya's bodyguards be in this game or Tekken 7 at launch (although to be fair, Eddy is not in Tekken 8 either so). Fucking make Kuma an alternate costume of Panda, then BRING BACK ANNA! We gotta have both Nina and Anna, man! At least Kazuya still has the greedy coffee CEO lady Azucena by his side tho. She knows Kazuya will make her coffee sell more $$$ and Kazuya looks hot.

>So you can make your own ghost data now or something...okay.

>I adore the voice acting in this game so far, especially Isshin Chiba's amazing work as Jin Kazama as usual. I love listening to his voice, it's so badass and yet it's also a quality asmr voice. Masanori Shinohara also does wonders as Kazuya Mishima.

Still not too sure whether to buy this game or not (yet)...but I'm a little more optimistic now.

[nightmaremp]

Weremayhem: Prey of Tiger. Ch 3: Day at the Lake.

Early in the morning, the mayhem got ready to head down to a nearby lake that only a few people know about. The sun was shining down on the van as it headed down a dusty road. Zac was sitting in the back seat with Animal who was yelling about the lake with a smile on his face. 

Floyd was laughing at the drummer’s joy of going to the lake. Janice was looking out of the window of the van. Lips was reading a book and Zoot was asleep. Dr. Teeth was driving, he had some sunglasses on to protect his eyes from the sun. 

“We’re here!” yelled the ginger haired male with a huge smile on his face. The doc pulled into a spot to park. He looked at the lake and its beauty. The lake was shining, it looked like something out of a book. It looks nice to swim in. Dr. Teeth got out of the van. He was wearing a white t-shirt with some yellow swim shorts. His long ginger hair was in a ponytail. 

Janice got out with a cooler that was filled with food and drinks. She was wearing a red two piece swimsuit that had white butterflies on it. Her blonde hair sat on her shoulders like a blanket. Floyd hop out and take a deep breath of the fresh air. He was wearing a black t-shirt that had some holes in it. His red hair was put in a ponytail like Teeth. He had a pair of black swim shorts on.

Lips set his book down on the van’s seat. The trumpet player had on a white tank top and some blue shorts with flowers on it. The blonde male took out some sunscreen and started to put it on his skin. Animal got out and quickly ran to the lake. The drummer jumped in with a huge smile on his face. 

Animal had on some dark blue shorts. The wild man splashes around in the cool water of the lake. Zac got out and walked over to his older brother who was still sleeping. The little brother was wearing a blue t-shirt with a tuna fish on it. He also has a pair of white swim shorts on, also wearing some crocs. His long dark red hair was laying on his shoulders. 

Zoot was just in a red t-shirt and wearing some old blue jeans. The sun shines off his sunglasses. Zac lightly shakes the dark blue haired male awake. “Hey brother, wake up! We’re here” said the little brother with a smile on his face. The saxophonist nods before getting up and out of the van. 

The two brothers walk over to the rest of the band. Dr. Teeth was laying on a light blue towel on the ground, he had taken off his shirt. Janice was helping Floyd with some sunscreen. Animal was swimming around in the lake. Lips was standing in the shallow part of the lake. The blonde male was holding some rocks that looked neat. 

Zoot sat down next to the good doctor on the towel. He let out a sigh as he lay next to the ginger haired male. The sun beat down on his light blue skin. He realized he forgot sunscreen. “Shit” groans the dark blue haired male. Zoot sat up and grabbed the sunscreen bottle. 

“Want some help?” asked the doc with a small smile on his face. Some blush show up on the saxophonist’s cheeks. 

“Sure” replied Zoot as he handed the bottle to Teeth. 

“I will get your face first” said the ginger haired male. He poured some sunscreen onto his hands. The doc moved the dark blue curls of the male off his face. He takes off Zoot’s sunglasses which reveal his eyes. The dark blue haired male’s eyes were a forest green color. You could get lost in them. 

The good doctor slowly put the cream on Zoot’s face. His touches were soft and gentle. It made the saxophonist feel relaxed. He could fall asleep in the band leader’s hands. Dr. Teeth then do the dark blue haired male’s arms. Zoot tried to hide the blush that was forming on his face. 

“All done!” said Teeth as he set the bottle down on the ground. 

“Thank you,” replied the saxophonist. There was a bit of silence before the dark blue haired male spoke. 

“I could do your back if you want,” said Zoot. The ginger haired male raises an eyebrow. 

“I don’t see why not,” replied the good doctor. He lay down on his stomach. The doc moved his ponytail out of the way. Zoot picked up the bottle and put some of the cream on his hands. The dark blue haired male slowly starts to put the sunscreen on the band leader’s back. He was being gentle around the scars that went from his stomach to halfway to his back. 

Teeth’s skin felt soft against his hands. It kind of reminds him of a stuffed animal. The saxophonist makes sure to get some of the sunscreen between the ginger haired male’s fat rolls. Blush covers his face. Zoot finishes and sits back down next to the good doctor. 

“Thank you” said Dr. Teeth with a smile on his face. The gold tooth shines in the bright sunlight. 

“No problem” replied the dark blue haired male. 

Meanwhile, Zac was swimming in the lake with Animal. The dark red haired male dives into the deep end of the lake. As he swam, he noticed something. 

There was a flower at the rocky cliff of the lake. It was a blood red color. The flower was odd looking. The flower was glowing like a light. Zac got closer and was about to touch it until he noticed his arm’s reaction to the plant. 

His arm was growing fur and his nails had grown a bit sharp. The dark red haired male quickly swam away from the flower and went up to the surface. He takes in a deep breath of the fresh air. Zac look at his arm. 

The arm was normal now…..

“What?” Zac asked himself. “How?” he added in shock. 

The red haired male didn’t get a chance to keep thinking before Animal splash some cold water on the little brother. The drummer was laughing with a huge smile on his face. 

“Hey!” yelled Zac with a soft laugh. He splashes the wild man back with the water. The two keep splashing each other with the lake’s water. 

Back on land, Janice was playing with Floyd’s hair. The red haired male had his head on her lap. His eyes were shut and a smile was on his face. He let out a soft hum as the blonde female ran her hand through his hair. 

“Such soft hair,” said Janice with a smile on her face. 

“Aww, thanks mama” replied Floyd Pepper with some blush on his face. 

[antisolanum]

I feel like an elder scrolls-type large-scale fantasy RPG should have three core difficulty modes: "Storyteller", "Adventurer" and "Crusader", and they aren't "easy, medium, and hard", they're fundamental shifts in some core ways that the game interfaces with you.

"Storyteller" mode could have a larger communication interface with more information available to the player, more like Fallout 1 and 2, and have additional, non-essential dialogues that provide additional context and flavor. It could also by default activate one of the optional difficulty-modifying options, "participant" mode, which makes it so that most standard "go to the place and fight the guys" missions would have allied factional NPCs there to assist you, like if in Skyrim you got a quest to go clear out "Butt-Fucker Cave", a handful of "Imperial Scouts" would be there to help you out, because you are helping the Empire (or whatever), as well as increasing the presence of traveling allied NPC caravans who can help you out if you run into shit in the field. Not "Easy Mode", just a mode tailored to someone who is there to enjoy a cool fun story experience.

"Adventurer" mode would be more jack-of-all-trades, with a more Mass Effect-like communication interface, no optional modes active by default except for one very normal one that Storyteller mode would DEactivate, which would allow enemy groups to have "organic composition", meaning a bunch of random bandits you encounter wouldn't be "Goons 1-6", they'd be a "Thug"(tough guy), a "Pickpocket"(quick, DPS, stunning), a "Bossman" (leader, combat aura), and so on. A more cooperative, organic composition instead of a bunch of copypasted randos. More complex, but not numerically more "difficult".

"Crusader" mode would be focused on gameplay over story, with dialog being shortened, linear, no options for asking questions (although all relevant information would still be available both in a codex and quest listing and if you go back to talk to an NPC non-essentially, it would default to the Adventurer interface), and NPCs would have an icon next to their information to tell you if they have no unread info or only purely optional info (grey icon), relevant info and current quest content (shining bronze icon), or new quests and key information (shining gold icon). Quests would also have completely unique categorical iconography to indicate whether it is a technical challenge (combat), a communicative challenge (go to man, speak to man), or an adventurous challenge (go to place, investigate, find my lost daughter).

"Storyteller" mode would disable the presence of "Espollier" enemies, challenging enemies who are essentially "anti-protagonists", they are knights from a hostile foreign territory who travel the land adventuring just like you, but under the banner of their kingdom for the purposes of slowly conquering the land with "kindness" (but the insidious kind of kindness that offers disaster aid in exchange for the rights to build a military base on your untouched wilderness). They exist to be a technical challenge, where these knights in armor are about your level, but step back when they engage you in combat and let their goons fight you, and everything you do while fighting those goons levels the Espollier up, and grants them buffs, and changes their gear (they 're-equip') specifically to fight you. Are you sword-and-board? By the time you're done fighting their four hired swords, they're four levels higher than you, have specific buffs to counter your fighting style, and have switched to a lance to counter your sword-and-board style.

"Crusader" mode would not only have Espollier enemies, but would buff them, make the fights more complex, and increase the likelihood of encountering them, and increase the rewards for beating them.

Like I said, not "difficulty modes", but core differences in how the game approaches presenting you with the game mechanics.

[devildomditzy]

With an MC who thinks they’re not good enough for them

Made this as a personal vent/comfort piece for my self

If you start thinking bad thought about yourself, you just gotta think “the brothers would be so hurt if they caught me thinking this way”

Tags/Warnings: Self-Deprecating Thoughts

Lucifer

Takes it very personal

As pride incarnate, he values himself on making his guests feel comfortable

Even if it’s not him causing the thought, he’ll still see it upon himself to try and fix it

You don’t even have to say it, he just knows (okay, maybe you vented to Beel and Beel told Lucifer cause he was worried about you but that’s beside the point)

“MC, I was unaware I was doing you the disservice of not imploring your importance to us. Let me make that up to you.”

You don’t know how he knows, but you don’t question it.

He prepares tea for the both of you, ready to have a full conversation about self reflection.

Every negative comment you make about yourself he’s quick to counter

“You’ve truly become the gem of the Devildom, MC. I cannot be dissuaded from believing the same goes for the human realm. You’re very dear to me.”

Mammon

Oh hell no

He will not stand for it

He had asked you to attend one of his shoots earlier this week but you had never responded to his invitation, changing the subject every time he brought it up

At first he thinks you just don’t want to go, which hurts him. You catch onto this, and not wanting him to think that the real reason comes out

“It’s just… you’re a model. Not to mention you were a literal angel sculpted by the Gods, and you make an even hotter demon. You’re on the cover of every magazine in the Devildom. Wherever we go you get recognized and fawned over. Hell, you’ve even got a fan club here at school. You’re also one of the most powerful demons and leaders of this realm. Why the hell would you wanna be seen with some pathetic, average looking human like me.”

His heart breaks

He blames himself for not catching on quicker

“Oi! I’m not gonna let anyone talk about my human like that, even if you are that human!”

In the middle of his rant about how everything about you is perfect to him, from your gorgeous appearance to your terrible humor, to your radiant personality, he gets an idea.

Its like you can see a lightbulb flash over his head, he gets giddy like a child, taking out his phone and quickly dialing a number

As it rings it rings, he proudly says, “If ya got a problem with me bein’ a model, I guess we’ll have to make you one too!”

His agency is actually thrilled to have a chance to shoot Diavolo’s esteemed human exchange student. It’s like a once in a millennia chance.

And he’s holding your hand proudly through it. Now he can show you off to the whole Devildom.

You were nervous about it all week until you saw the photos printed on every magazine in town

You stood next to Mammon, both in your Rad uniforms posing in front of the school. You breath hitches in your throat when you see just how adoringly he is staring at you in each and every photo

He may be a professional, but no amount of training could have stopped his love for you from shining through his expressions

He rips these pictures out of his copy, hanging them both all over his and your rooms

“Now the whole Devildom knows we’re a match made in heaven! Well….shit…uh…ya know what I meant.”

Levi

All that stuff about you being a normie, you know he was just kidding right!?

You open up to him against your will, as you both engaged in another weird card game he bought off of Akuzon, and were bound by the rules to confess a burden or be stuck in the games limbo forever

How could anyone (let alone you) think that about his Henry? His player two?

“H-hey! You’re not giving yourself enough credit! You’re super cool, MC! Like, boss level status!!!”

By the shine and sincerity in his eyes, you know this boy is telling the truth

When you flash him a smile and let out a gorgeous laugh, let’s just say the boy melts

Scoop him off the floor and into your arms, he’ll appreciate it.

Asmo

You have to realize there is only one thing in this world that Asmo thinks can even come close to comparing to him and it’s you

If he is Adonis, then you are Aphrodite (and vice versa)

When he sees you staring in the mirror for a beat too long and learns it’s NOT because you’re admiring your own beauty

oh honey

you’ve got a big storm comin’

We’re talking a self care whirlwind here

He’s got face creams, he’s got body scrubs, he’s got lotions, he’s got makeup, he’s bringing out the big guns

And he’s doing all the work too. Asmo is making sure you feel pampered and radiant by the end of the night

If self care doesn’t work, then he’s got other ways of convincing you *ahem hem*

Satan

You’re preaching to the choir hun

He can’t help himself, he compares his every move with Lucifer’s, worrying he’s not as good as him; worrying he’ll never best him

He knows how much that feeling sucks though, and he never ever wants you to even have an inkling of those thoughts

It happens during a study session in the library, he notices just how out of it you are today

“And what exactly is the correct terminology for hypnotizing someone with cursed speech, MC?…….MC?”

When you finally snap out of your haze and meet his eyes, he knows something in wrong

He’ll softly but steadfast question you, even if you don’t tell him the complete truth, he knows exactly what’s wrong, he can see it in your eyes. The same look he sees when he looks in the mirror.

“I’m just not as smart as you, Satan. I’m just a human. Let’s face it, I’m never gonna pass these exams. Diavolo’s gonna send me home because I’m just not good enough. I’m not as great as you all make me out to be.”

At those words, panic sets into his eyes temporarily before they soften

“MC, you’re the most remarkable being I’ve ever met. Quite frankly, I never thought a human could survive down here- well, there’s Solomon, but I wouldn’t quantify him as human. You’re certainly more clever than you think. Honestly, you’re not as great as we all think. You’re even better than that.

After his little pep talk, he’ll take you back to his room for a little study break. He’ll make you tea, read to you, nap with you, whatever makes you feel better.

You enchant him <3

Beel

This has Beel utterly baffled because the poor boy cannot wrap his head around why you or anyone else would ever have a negative thought about you

He may not speak it all the time because he just assumes you know but you are his everything

If even an inkling of a negative thought comes out of your mouth, Beel will stare at you straight faced for a beat before completely enveloping you into his strong arms

He’s not the best with words (usually, he leaves the poetics for his twin) but he will really make an attempt to chase these doubtful emotions from your mind

“MC, I don’t know what made you feel this way but I promise it’s far from the truth. Now, how can I help you feel better?”

Belphie

omg bestie him too, small world!!!

I mean, how could he be enough for you? He tried to kill you!!!

Mutual and constant assurance common between the two of you

And ever since the events of that day, a giant question has been gnawing at the back of your mind. You can’t help but let it slip one day

“Belphie, are you sure you love ME? That i’m not just a replacement in your mind for Lilith? You hated me until you found out I was her descendant…I-I mean, how could you change your mind that fast?”

He’s stunned to say the least, but shakes his head and softly smiles at you before stating

“Yes, I did hold a grudge against humans, but not particularly you. I would have attacked any human who found their way in front of me back then. Lilith is my sister, of course I love and miss her. But you MC? You are the light of my life. I could only see red until I saw through your human nature and finally saw the beautiful soul that is you. I realized I was wrong that day, wrong for a very long time. Now, I don’t want to waste anymore time, I want to spend it all with you.”

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Poppy Playtime! Maybe instead of the player going into the building, it's a young child reader who's been dragged into it by their jerk brother? After Huggy disappears when the power comes back on, the older brother gets freaked out and leaves them in the factory. However, they soon become lost and scared. How would the toys react to this? (Could you include Mommy Long Legs in this? I know she's not given a lot of characterization yet, but I would like to see her here.)

FYI the other characters besides Huggy and Poppy aren’t given much characterization either, so this may not be entirely accurate once their roles are revealed in-game.

Key: [B/N] = Brother Name

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"C’mon, stop being a baby.”

“..I-I’m not! You’re just hurting me..”

“Because you won’t look! Just open your eyes for a second! See? It’s Huggy!”

Finally, you opened your eyes and followed your older brother’s gaze, looking up at the giant blue sock monkey displayed on the pedestal. He stood tall and proud with his hand raised up, the velcro holding some kind of key.

[B/n] just smirked as he let your wrist go. “Now watch this.” He pressed the trigger on the grabpack. One hand shot out to snatch the key, bringing it into his grasp. “Pretty cool, huh? You make yourself useful and hold this.”

You flinched as he shoved the key into your hands.

“Let’s go find the other arm. Can’t be too far from here. And we’ll get the power back on so you don’t piss yourself.” He sneered before walking away.

Reluctantly you followed him, trying to stay calm even though you felt Huggy’s eyes staring at you.

It wasn’t him that creeped you out, but rather how dark and eerie this place was. 

Not to mention all the ghost stories [B/n] shared right before he dragged you here on a “fun trip”. The one that scared you the most was when he said “I hear the toys come to life at night. If they find you, they’ll kill you and turn you into one of them.”

You hated this and hated him.

After a series of complex tasks, which you refused to help your brother with, he successfully found the missing arm and turned the building’s power back on.

As you both headed back to the main wing, you paused for a moment to look at all the toys scattered around, including a headless Cat-Bee. With a frown you picked it up. Part of you was sad to see these poor toys were just forgotten about, left to rot. 

If you could you’d take them all home in a heartbeat.

Then again..your stupid brother would probably make fun of you and kick them around.

Speaking of whom, you wondered where he went-

“What the hell?! Where is it?!”

Hearing his yell, you ran back to the main wing to find him standing there, paralyzed. It didn’t take you long to see that Huggy was completely missing now. The spotlights were on, shining on the pedestal where he once stood.

“H-Huggy? Where did he go?” Your mind began racing, though you couldn’t help but notice how absolutely terrified [B/n] looked. 

“I don’t fucking know! There’s nobody but us here..I-I think...oh my god I’m gonna be sick.”

You frowned slightly. "You said they were alive-”

“Th-That was just a dumb story that you fell for!!” Shrugging off the grabpack and throwing it to the ground, he ran out of the wing. “Fuck this shit I’m OUT.”

“Wait!!” You tried chasing after him, but he was a lot faster than you expected and soon enough...

He had completely vanished.

Oh no.

Once, you called out his name and got no reply. Then you wandered around a bit, trying to see if you could find that exit. But you ended up getting more and more lost as the rooms started to look unfamiliar. 

Tears of anger filled your eyes. ‘That jerk..I hate him.’

This was so unfair. He dragged you to a place that you didn’t wanna go to, expecting you to toughen up...only for him to abandon you when he got scared?!

He’s always been a jerk. But this was a new low.

You swear you’ll get back at him for this.

That is...if you can find your way out of here at all.

Suddenly you heard a noise and gasped, turning around as it grew louder and closer. It sounded like something it was coming around the corner.

It couldn’t have been him, unless he was really into this prank and only pretended to leave you here.

'No..he seemed really scared. He’s never acted like that before..’

Maybe it was one of those other toys? Or Huggy himself, even. You shivered a bit at the thought, although you had doubts he would hurt you.

Well, toy or not, you had to defend yourself somehow.

So you picked up a nearby letter block as a weapon, holding it tightly and preparing to throw it at whoever was lurking around the corner.

The mysterious entity finally appeared to you, revealing itself to be....

...............

Huggy Wuggy

The infamous blue mascot who scared your brother shitless and made him leave you for dead.

Oddly enough, he spares you, making you a victim only to his irresistible hugs as he picks you up and squeezes you tightly.

When you realize he means no harm you hug him back. This is 100x better than your small Huggy doll at home.

"Huggy I..lost my brother...he left me behind--woah!”

Suddenly his pupils dilate as he sprints off, taking you deeper within the factory. 

Before you can question him, you hear the sounds of crying.

Turns out it’s your supposedly “tough” brother curled up in a vent, sobbing into his knees like a child. Apparently Huggy saw how he treated you and terrorized him.

You approach him, huffing like “who’s the baby now, jerk?” 

But he’s got no reply, except for mumbles about Huggy’s teeth.

Then you turn around and see the toy show off his gummy/toothy smile, acting totally innocent. 

You just smile back.

Mommy Long Legs

A rubber pink arm stretching around the corner, followed by a few more before the mascot makes herself known to you.

“Oooh a new playmate has come!” She coos, but immediately notices how frightened you look. 

You’ve never seen this one before, so you don’t know if you can trust her.

In her sweet sultry voice, she reassures you that, yes, you can.

She knows the other toys won’t welcome you as easily--especially Huggy. So she’ll be your guide, ensuring you learn how to survive on your own if need be.

She basically has the same vibes as Mother Gothel, telling you everything was dangerous and insisting that “mother will protect you”.

And she admits to seeing how your brother treats you and insists he “won’t bother you anymore.”

Whatever that meant had you worried. Even if he was a jerk..you’d rather be with him.

Cat-Bee

The small yellow kitty with broken wings. She looked better than most of her clones you’ve seen.

With a limp in her leg and trail of blood behind her, she manages to drag herself over to you, concerned about your safety.

“You are lost, aren’t you?” She croaks.

You nod and tell her everything that happened, and at the mention of Huggy she looks a bit fearful.

She tells you of how he’s destroyed a lot of her clones, tearing them apart like chew toys.

She’d mention how some of them were alive and felt everything but obviously didn’t wanna scare you with too many details.

Fortunately she knows the ins and outs of this place, so she’ll do her best to help you escape so you don’t end up like them.

Boogie Bot

The small green musical bot with flickering eyes.

Realizing he wasn’t threatening, you dropped the toy block.

He approached you, seeing that you were afraid and all alone. “Why are you here, beep-bop?”

You explained your situation, almost ready to cry.

BB hates seeing kids cry. It saddens him. Fortunately his solution for most problems is music! So he plays some just for you. 

Even though you might not be in the mood for dancing right now, it puts a smile on your face.

He’s equipped with good pathfinding so he can help you find your way out no problem!

Though..when he passes by scattered parts and bloody/damaged clones of himself, he dances. Not only to distract you, but also himself.

Bron

The red dinosaur who curled his neck around the corner to look at you.

His teeth and tongue looked unusually realistic, eyes soulless and empty. And he was chewing on old moss and weeds.

Suddenly his eyes widen and he sprints past you, revealing himself to be much bigger than expected as the ground shook.

And you see him eating something in the corner, desperate to reach his calorie count.

You felt a bit bad. Poor guy prob hasn’t had a good in meal in forever. Luckily he was a herbivore.

“Bron? Do you know the way out? I got lost and my brother left me behind..”

He ignores you until you mention the promise of food. And he turns to you.

“M-Maybe..there’s fresh grass outside you can eat.”

Bron nods and lets you hitch a ride on his back while you two search for the exit, avoiding Huggy along the way bc he doesn’t trust him.

Kissy Missy

Huggy’s pink-furred spouse. An experiment like him but not as hostile or inhuman.

She doesn’t care about how you got here. All that matters is getting you out and as far away from Huggy as possible. 

She knows he’s not gonna play nice once he smells fresh meat in the facility.

So she scoops you up and hugs you close, kissing the top of your head. Motherly instincts just take over and she runs, holding you tightly.

If Huggy should ever cross paths with you, Kissy will screech at him and protect you at all costs, fighting to the death if need be.

She’s tried to talk sense into him before and it never worked. His mind is too far gone with all the tortuous experiments.

So she’s left with no other choice.

Poppy Playtime

The famous doll who is now outshined by Huggy and the other toys.

“You should not be here,” she lightly chastises you. “Mommy doesn’t like guests.”

“I-I’m not a guest..my brother dragged me here and left me behind..I-I’m just scared. I don’t know where to go.”

Poppy’s tone then softens, understanding the situation better now, and decides to help guide you through the facility.

She urges you to take one of the discontinued child-sized grabpacks. You’ll need it for sure.

She’ll tell you how to avoid the other toys if they’re hostile, especially Huggy.

You have no idea if she’s leading you to an exit or somewhere deeper within the building, but you’ll place your trust in her.

Candy Cat

The plump blue kitty cat who was...dragging her tongue across the dirty floor. Gross.

But she seemed to be wheezing, looking dazed and starved of sugar.

You realized she wasn’t a threat and dropped the block, crouching down to pet her ears.

“Candy..you look sick. We should go find you some sweets in the café.” As much as you wanted to get out of here, you couldn’t just leave her all alone like this.

So you both venture to the café and find a vending machine. You noticed the scratch marks on the glass--probably from her previous attempts to get inside.

After finding some quarters scattered around you bought some candy to feed her. She’s still in pain but looks better, and in gratitude she’ll help you find the exit once you explain your situation.

[spring-picnics]

it's three in the morning

You get vecna'd and Dustin saves you.

Dustin Henderson x reader

868 words

a/n: this is not proofread...

Hours. It's been hours since you've started looking for dustin. Every house on his street has gotten an agitated and worried knock from you. Honestly, you're getting somewhat tired after leaving several frantic missed calls on his answering machine.

Everytime you look at the sky, it seems darker than before, and it's starting to become incredibly difficult to ignore the pounding pain and incessant ringing that's entrapped inside your head. You're weary and bewildered and a break seems necessary when you begin to feel blood drip down your lips again.

When you've finally made it back to the Henderson's, the sound has come to an almost complete silence; as you stand in front of the door, soft leaves gently crunch and crackle behind you, a warning sign. A deep, instinctual thing urges you to simultaneously stand still, but also run, however you are frozen in place. You know that no one is behind you, and you keep muttering that under your breath, but you can feel a chill permeate from directly behind you.

"Your suffering is almost at end." A low, rumbling voice whispers into your ear, accompanied with an almost death like grip on your shoulder. You think—no, you know that you are going to die.

When you finally come to, darkness envelopes you and the cold settles in your bones in an odd yet comforting way. You ring the bell, and as soon as Claudia answers, you burst in.

"Can I wait for Dustin here?" Once she hands you a blanket and a few pillows, you bombard Mike, Lucas and Steve with several calls. A student— a Hawkins high student has been killed, and now Dustin has seemingly disappeared off the face of the planet.

Before anymore nightmares can plague you, you leave one final voicemail at Mike's detailing your concern for Dustin, until you get stopped. The lights don't work anymore and there's a menacing and condescending laugh on the other end. He's back. You don't know how, but you know you have to leave. You begin to run and scream for Mrs Henderson, but all the doors are locked and the windows are somehow unbreakable. A loud ringing mixes with an uneven tick-tock. You are about to lose the plot, when the lights come back on and you are still in the living room, holding a phone. You unknowingly whisper, "oh my god." And when you start trying to convince yourself that you are safe, you put the phone back and lie on the Henderson's couch.

Karen Wheeler can't believe that her daughter has been willingly hanging out with her younger sons' friends, but when she sees Dustin, she knows to let him know about the barrage of unanswered calls and messages that you have left him. He's worried, because it's late and you must be tired, and the girl he loves is worried about him. Typical upside down fashion: destroying the love of super cool, brunette men.

He spends several minutes listening to you go on about how dumb it is that he is out for this long and about how frustrated you are because you miss him, until he gets to the last voicemail. The blank, several minute long silence confuses and scares him, and the low "oh my god" does nothing to settle his nerves. He knows something is wrong, but he can't put his finger on what.

And in the middle of the night, he wakes in a sweat, with one word on his mind—a name: Vecna. Steve immediately notices Dustin's terror after hearing him start to loudly mutter, "shit shit shit."

The rest of the gang start to wake up, as Dustin frantically explains his paranoia. Max and Nancy begin to pack up and force Dustin and Steve get in the car and race to you.

You've been barely sleeping the whole night, and instead of finding you calmly lying on the couch, they find you shaking, eyes rolling and hairs on end. It's 3am and Vecna is trying to strike. Steve can see the shine on Dustin's eyes as he fumbles with the cassette. Dustin is forcing Voulez-Vous into the player as you start to float. Trails of hot tears are now running down Dustin's face and a burning anger and regret builds up in the pit of Steve's stomach. The two of them would die before letting Vecna get you.

Minutes seem to stretch into hours, when you finally fall. You are panting and crying and Dustin hugs you like he will never let go. Your hands are around his neck, grabbing at his curls, trying to ground yourself. Steve covers the two of you in a blanket, while Dustin whispers apologies and i love you's into your ear.

The ride to the Wheeler's is awkward. You've left a note for Mrs Henderson and have put the blankets and pillows away. Dustin sits with you in the backseat and starts telling you a story; one of monsters, another dimension and a girl with powers. He makes a mental note to update you on the whole upside-down thing later in the morning.

You begin to fall asleep on his shoulders as he promises to never let you go.

@spring-picnics