#mc? guilty!

[somewillwin]

in my opinion, seven has every right to feel hurt by the band and the vote, HOWEVER what they did to Mc after taht and are doing during BOTB is not justifiable or even excusable just because that. Don't get me wrong I don't think MC was completely blameless, but they also had their own burden and were victims of this situation too, and honestly? my blood starts to boil when I see people trying to excuse seven's behavior (not even Amy does that ) and put all the blame on mc, like please what you wanted them to do???? Abandoned the band and their career??? No like genuinely what they could do that wouldn't hurt one of the parts irreparably?? Please let them leave, they already payed enough for this mistake.

Yes I agree in that seven reaction it’s a bit much! Dhhshshsjjs for saying the least. But I’m gonna reserve judgement til we get to see what was said at the party. I think this issue is so much deeper than just the vote.

They are def both at fault here, both were waaaay to dependent on eachother so a break up (being friendship or romantic) would be devastating. Seven lashed out and blocked everytime and set out to hurt the mc with going out partying and all that, while for me, nico fell down a depressive episode and focused on music and alcohol and drugs to cope. The point is… they both hurt eachother. The mc when they didn’t sided with seven (even if you went against the vote). And seven hurt the mc with the fallout.

Like, I don’t know how to explain this. I have best friend, we met when we were 3-4 yo and are friend til today (I’m 31). We have been friends for most of each others life so I can kinda see where the mc and se en are coming from.

If we had been in a band, that we formed together (fun fact we almost were Jsjsjsjjd) and all of a sudden the rest of the band organize a vote to throw her out???? Bruh I’m walking with her idc. And I KNOW she would never asked me to do that, but honestly? It’s what one expects from that kinda friendship. It’s a ride or die. Is it rational? No. Is it logical? No. Is it selfish? Fuck yeah it is. That’s why I think the mc was put in an impossible situation here… even more when they were ALL friends. But yeah I just get seven…. That kind of heartbreak it’s devastating.

Im not saying seven is blameless tho. They fucked up too, but I also think they could be A LOT worse. It’s obvious they still care about both the mc and the band and that’s why they don’t want to share spaces together. Seven got involved in the fight to separate the band from Blake’s band, they have also defended the band against the cheating allegations….. then at the end of ch3??? Going directly to the mc and ask AND BELIEVE THEM.

ANYWAYS yes! There are people there that justifies everything that seven does which is messed up (I do it jokingly but nah, I don’t believe she is blameless)

[ryllen]

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[limonnitsa]

this is so them help

[zetadraconis11]

HL Incorrect Quote #94

Ominis: I think you're a bad influence.

Sebastian: What are you talking about? You're completely fine.

Ominis: I'm not talking about ME...

MC in the distance: *casts Confringo and laughs maniacally*

[disaster-magician]

Looks like you found one of those golden retriever girls! Good luck with that, Tamarack

(Fake screenshots! These are fan made based on incorrect quotes and not in the game)

[koolades-world]

do you think we'd be together in every life?

volume one: everyday life; satan

in which you and your lover are brought together over and over again no matter the timeline, no matter the circumstances

"Satan, do you think we'd be together in every life?" You asked him.

"I know for certain the answer is yes. I'd find you no matter what." He responded.

...

You'd been enjoying your morning so far. You'd actually gotten up early, and decided to make the most of it. You didn't rush through your routine, and you even had time to complete all of the aesthetic things you normally didn't have time for. Somehow, you still had time leftover before your first class of the day even though it had felt like you'd spent forever awake already. Is that what early bird felt like on a daily basis?

You decided to spent your time at a cafe on campus that normally had a line out the door. Since you were awake early, you got there around the time they opened, and you had what was easily the best breakfast and coffee you'd had all semester. You never tell her, but it rivaled that of your mother's. Too bad it was way too expensive to justify buying on a daily basis. Since you had easily the best table in the entire establishment, you decided to savor it, and do some work there despite having a previous plan.

A sudden realization hit you like bricks as you caught sight of the time on your laptop. You'd lost track of time and at this rate, you were going to be late to Philosophy again. Being late once was bound to happen. While twice was a little questionable, the person in question deserved the benefit of the doubt. But thrice? You were sure this was going to count against you this time.

The reason you'd have to give would be even more embarrassing. Losing track of time in a cafe on campus while be 'aesthetic' is easily the worst excuse you felt you'd ever have to give. At least your alarm failing to go off, or getting a flat bike tire isn't your fault (or so, at least you tried to argue). But losing track of time? It was something you did more often than you'd like to admit, and wasn't going to get you out of a penalty.

While trying your best not to spill your coffee, you threw everything into your bag, and dashed out the door. Class started in ten minutes, but the walk usually took you fifteen. If you sped walked/ran the entire way, you should get there on time. You flew through campus, glancing at your watch, watching the seconds tick by. You let out a sigh of relief when you reached your destination two minutes before class was due to begin. You walked into the room, not really caring what you looked like. To your horror, half the class looked back at you to the sound of the door opening. Class had already begun.

According to the clock, you were on time, but for whatever reason, the professor that never started early, had today. At least she didn't single you out. With a mental sigh, you shuffled into the room, and took the only open seat. It was close to the end of the row, so thankfully you didn't have to scoot past so many people, but unfortunately it was in the front row. To your left sat a girl with her stationaries surrounding her like a cult leader might surrounded themselves with followers. She sent you a side glare when you accidently nudged one of them. To your right sat a boy with nothing on the table in front of him but a notebook and pen. He paid you no mind.

You broke out your own supplies and tuned into the lecture as best as you could. Philosophy had never been your strong suit, but you needed that credit. You took notes as best as you could, knowing later you'd be reviewing them in confusion. When it came time to do group work that you dreaded so much, you realized that somehow, in the time you weren't there, everyone else had already figured out their new groups.

In this class, the professor would assign group for the unit for you to discuss the various prompts she'd assign that not only functioned as a way to learn, but a way to count as attendance. It would be perfect if not for one thing: the groups were random. You'd been fortunate enough the first time to get an engaged group of people who'd taken their time to help you understand the material. You wouldn't be so lucky every time around, though.

After asking the professor, you discovered the boy to your right was the only present member of your group at the moment. "So, it's just you and me then?" You retook your seat.

"Seems like it." He took the prompt paper, and extended it to you to sign your name on.

"I'm Mc. I'm going to warn you now, I'm not the best in this class. I pay attention, and I do all the work. It just doesn't click up here." You tapped a finger to your forehead.

"That's alright. I don't mind helping you. I understand everything." While this felt like a subtle flex at first, you were just grateful he was nice, and was willing to help you out. "I'm Satan." He extended a hand out to you to shake. It caught you by surprise, but you did it anyways as to not seem rude. You took this chance to get a better look at him. His hair was blond, and seemed effortlessly styled. You'd already seen him card his hands through it a couple times, and you'd be lying if you said that wasn't ridiculously attractive. His eyes met your, and you were greeted with a vibrant green that perfectly matched the sweater vest he was wearing. His glasses perfectly suited his face, and the way the corners of his lips twitched upwards upon you taking his hand did something to you.

"I appreciate it." Not only was he beautiful, it seemed like he was nothing short of a genius the way he easily explained everything to you despite having so many interjections and questions. He was your angel.

By the time the professor came around to pick who'd be sharing their explanation for the prompt, you felt as if you wouldn't be floundering if you were picked. You weren't, but you could thank your group member for your new self confidence. When the explanation was given, he nudged you and smiled. It was something you hadn't been expecting, just like before, but you smiled back. Class was over shortly after that, and you packed up your things.

"How'd you feel about that?" Satan asked you.

"Pretty good! The best I've felt all semester easily. Thank you." You never looked forward to this class, but now, at least you had a reason to. Being able to understand the content was a game changer, and the fact that Satan was a model didn't hurt.

"It was no problem. I'm just glad to help." The two of you went silent for a moment, before he spoke up again. "Are you busy after this?" You blanked for a moment, struggling to process what he had asked.

"Uh, no. I have one more class today, but that's not until this afternoon." You didn't know what was more unbelievable: that you were struggling to remember something as basic as your schedule, or that Satan seemed to be asking you out. Normally, you'd be more apprehensive to advances that rapid, but something about him felt right. Something about him drew you in, and you could tell you were having the same effect on him.

"Great! Do you want to get something to eat, possibly?" He sounded a bit shy, which was a side of him you hadn't seen yet.

"That sounds perfect. Where did you have in mind?"

"I was hoping you'd have an idea." It seemed as if he hadn't planned on getting that far.

"Just follow me." You stood up. Before you could get going, you caught a glance at his lock screen. It was an adorable car perched onto of an open textbook. "Is that your cat?" You pointed.

"Yes! This is Belphie the Second, but I always call him Bel, because Belphie is my brother's name." He gushed about the gray kitty that was staring up into the camera.

With excitement, you turned on your phone towards him to show him a picture of your own cat in a costume. From the way he entire demeanor melted from having an air of seriousness to something much more mushy let you know you'd absolutely made the right choice.

The room was mostly empty at that point. You were the last to enter, and it seems like you'd be the last to leave as well. At least you wouldn't be leaving alone this time.

[prismatic-ink]

Good news jeremy nation!

Joel is actually in the new SOS SMP according to Pixlriff's episode 1 video description where he is listed in the member list along with the rest of the Empires crew (minus some people and plus some people). it's mildly surprising to me considering Hermitcraft is still in the highly active early game, and Gem, who balanced both Empires S2 and Hermitcraft fairly well, isn't in it.

however, I will note that in the comments of Pix's video, someone has asked "partially surprised Joel is part of this, didn't really think he'd split time between Hermitcraft and another SMP." To which Pixlriffs has replied, "Don't expect too much from Joel, he's a busy guy and we've said no hard feelings if Hermitcraft is gonna take priority."

I kind of expected that he wouldn't be very active on the new SMP even on the off chance he was in it, but it's nice to have confirmation. Because yeah Hermitcraft is probably going to take priority lol.

[offjumpoladulkittiporn]

NOT OFF ACCIDENTALLY SPOILING THAT THERE WILL BE A NEW OFFGUN SERIES ANNOUNCED ON NOVEMBER 26TH OMG!!! BLESS HIM & HIS BIG MOUTH 💚🫶

[devildomwriter]

I think it’s funny a lot of people say “My MC” but they’re really just talking about themselves

[milkbreadtoast]

TWSB fandom has been so blessed... 창대님 (webtoon s2 artist) is our new savior... THEY SHARED THEIR CHARACTER DESIGN SHEETS...🥹🥹😭❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥😫😫😫🔥🔥🔥🔥

(a lot more in the link!!! oomf told me not to look cuz of spoilers so they sent me these directly lsjdksk)

[berryless]

OK, Mr Grim Stalker

Grim Reaper | Casper x Custom Female Main Character (PWP, NC-17 || 5k words || smut, fluff, dirty talk, consensual voyeurism, masturbation on camera)

Summary:

Casper was caught in 4K during call, and MC lives for it. They banter lots, tease each other, Casper's barking and begging.

!Warning!

Not Enterely Canon Compliant, Canon Divergence, Slight Canon Adjustments, Alternative Timeline, Canon Typical Angst and Mentions of Death/dying/etc (but nothing bad really happens, I promise) (at least not in this fic) (this is pure smut with just a sprinkle of warnings)

Read this work on Archive of Our Own.

"You're blushing, Casper," Caha smiled, her head tilted as she watched him sputtering on the other side of the screen. Somehow the certainty of being seen made his usually perfectly coordinated limbs stiff and awkward. 

"…What are you wearing?" he managed in a strangled voice, habitually avoiding answering unwelcome statements.

"Oh, this?" Caha tugged on one of the straps of her top, and her breasts jiggled right in front of camera. Casper wanted to look away, but couldn't, eyes glued to the display. "Laundry day clothes. Be thankful I bothered to put on anything at all."

Did it mean she could've potentially been sitting there naked..? He tried really hard not to think about it, but failed miserably. A stupid thing, really. Not that he never reaped someone during the intercourse, or never saw other bodies naked—both things happened to him plenty of times. The problem was, those things happened with strangers he had no feelings for whatsoever, and so was able to stay perfectly calm and composed the entire time.

And Caha, as much as it pained Casper to admit it, wasn't such a stranger. She was a nuisance and a sole failure in his outstanding career, and, fuck, why was she leaning closer..?

Casper straightened up, squeezing himself into the back of his armchair, watching Caha's chest practically pressing against the camera as she fished for something. He never knew she had a mole there, right in between. Perfect spot for kissing.

"Lyusha says hiiii," Caha hugged the cat to her stomach and waved Lyusha's paw.

"Hi, Lyusha," Casper answered weakly, casually waving back. 

No, he wasn't at all disappointed with the creature's appearance. Or the fact that she was now babied to pieces, taking all of Caha's attention.

In fact he could stand not being watched for a minute or two.

Losing a glove in process, his right hand slid under the desk, brushing against the throbbing tent of his pants. Hells. It was infuriating how little Caha needed to rile him up.

Casper watched her scratching Lyusha's belly, breasts jiggling with each movement of her arms.

Caha had plenty of moles on her face, but he never knew… Right in between, huh..?

He propped his chin, leaning on his left against the table while his right hand was quietly pulling down the zipper. Unlike certain someone, he was dressed properly for the call. And now regretted it a little: sweatpants would've been easier to get around. Still, he managed. Without the constraints of tight clothes, his erection freely stretched the boxers.

Casper took a quick look at the screen, but Caha was still preoccupied with petting purring Lyusha sprawled on her lap with the most annoying baby voice accompaniment possible. 'Oh, who's the cutest sweetest little thing in the whole wide world' and 'yes, my darling baby angel, you guessed right, it's you' were spilling from her like they cost nothing, flowing right into his ears together with the endless kissy noises, like she was saying that to him.

She wasn't, though, and Casper couldn't help but look at Caha, voicelessly begging her to spare at least a crumb of that attention and affection to him.

She didn't notice, of course.

She never did.

Casper hid the lower part of his face under his left hand and took a first tentative stroke, still through clothes, lips tightly pursed to not let out the slightest sound, eyes on the screen, on that fucking mole, thinking only about how it would feel on his lips. Caha was so warm that one time he touched her. So soft. Even through his gloves, Casper felt that.

His lips would probably melt off on spot if he were to kiss her. Run his palms along her curves. Squeeze her chest, fingers sinking into soft flesh. Bite her collarbone, then neck, taking in the pulse of her life beating against his lips.

Now he could only bite on his glove and swallow down the swears as he slowly stroked himself. Quiet. He needed to keep quiet.

Caha paused, then smiled, eyes sparkling. 

"I was expecting a pretty please, but that's better."

She slipped out of straps of her top and then yanked it down, breasts bouncing free of fabric. Casper watched her, breath caught in his throat, mouth suddenly dry. Caha scooped them into her palms, fondling herself carelessly, fingers digging into flesh. That mole was there again, deep brown in jarring contrast against Caha's pale skin. 

"Well, how about it?" she asked, looking at him with a smile. "How do you like your bones, Grimmy? Are they up to your distinguished taste?" 

He tugged his left glove away with his teeth and ruffled his hair, shaking his head that felt two sizes too big all of the sudden. 

"You really want to see me barking at you like a dog, don't you?" Casper sighed helplessly. 

"Maybe. Is that the only thing you want to do with me?" 

 "…Hardly. If anything, I want so much, I can barely think human thoughts." 

Caha let out a satisfied laugh as she plopped back into the pillows. 

"Not a very good boy, are you now, Grimmy?" she teased, finger circling around her nipple. "With many, many naughty thoughts in that fluffy white head of yours, tsk, tsk, tsk."

"And who's at fault for that?" He couldn't help but glare at her, grating his teeth. 

"Yours, of course," Caha scoffed in a matter of factly manner, her chin raised high. "You could've been fucking me like an animal all you wanted, no thoughts, head empty, brain smooth and unwrinkled, but instead you chose this. Now suffer in the bed you've made. Or rather, in a chair. Touch yourself with those beautiful cold hands of yours, thinking about how mine would've felt. Warm. And soft. Very, very soft. No calluses, no rough spots. Wrapping around all of your length, one atop another, stroking, caressing and rubbing you all over."

"Hah… hngh…" 

Casper choked on his suddenly thickened spit. With Caha voice in his ears, saying stuff like that as she played with her tits, watching him masturbating, his body tingled all over, nipples tender and taut, hips thrusting into his hand by themselves. 

"Please… Talk more, Sunshine… Please… I want…I want to hear more…" 

She sighed in a way that made him tremble, then her right hand slid down again.

"It's not just my hands that are warm, you know? It should be much hotter inside my mouth. I'm not sure if I'd swallow you whole, you're kinda…a handful, in more ways than one, but the tip? I would've circled it with my tongue and taken it in. You know those ridges at the roof of the mouth? Right behind the front teeth? Bet they'd feel good against the skin, won't they?"

"…Yes, yes they would."

Hot sweet mouth. That sharp tongue of hers gliding all over him. She would definitely be all teethy about it, just to make him quiver in anticipation of a bite.

Hands on him, warm touch of them. Handling him with that tender carelessness of hers.  Soft, then firm, then soft again. Light scratches. 

Her face, her eyes, looking at him from the bottom up with that mischievous glint to remind him that she may be on her knees now, but it's him who's getting played. Defenseless and at her mercy. Getting the desired relief only with her permission.

"You're so pretty, Casper. So, so pretty." Caha whispered, words round and sticky inside her mouth, r's rolling from her tongue right into his head like pebbles, disturbing his already unstable mind. 

"Can't…take your eyes away…can you?" he scoffed weakly, trying to shake the picture away before he'd start begging out loud. 

"Can't."

"Knew…it. Ha. Good…you're finally admitting it. Told you…I'm charming…and irresistible…for your kind. Hah. Hngh. Fuck…"

He bit on his lip, squirming in his chair, close, so close… 

"I'm trying, believe me. You know…there is another hot and wet place beside my mouth I can put you in? One that'll take you whole. It's practically dripping now, I'll have to squeeze my shorts after this call, really, what are you doing with me… Better then, what you're not doing with me. When you could've. Honestly. You. Ugh."

He knew what she was talking about. Of course he knew. 

"Caha…" 

"It's hard to do it dry handed, isn't it? You're so sensitive, Casper. Bet it's grating to you without any lube, huh? I could've helped with that. Maybe. Depends on your attitude."

"Please…" 

"No. More."

"Woof..?" 

"Still no. More."

"Sunshine…please…"

"Please what? Use words."

"Please…help me. Please… I…I want…" 

"Yes?" 

"I want…this. You. I want…you…so much, I'm going…crazy. You're fucking up… my life…and my head…and my job…and I still… I… I… Caha… Sunshine… Please."

"…You're telling all this, but still aren't coming. Even though I have perfectly toasty dripping pussy to put you in. Swallow you whole and squeeze the life out of you. Or death. Or soul. Or something. I'm sitting here, wet heaving, frothing at my privates, begging to be stuffed. Begging, Casper. Contracting on nothing but air. Achingly empty inside. All those nice wet folds and pulsing muscles left unused when they could've been wrapped around your stupid pretty pink cock. Hot and tight, so, so, sooooo tight. Milking every last drop out of you. Wouldn't that be nice?"

That was the only thing in his head as Caha spoke, words and images blending together, all the fantasies about her he played on repeat swarming in at once, flickering under his eyelids in sporadic fragmented flashes: Caha with her legs spread wide, demanding to fill her; her again, palm pressed against his chest as she straddled him with that annoying cute irresistible smirk on her lips, her wet folds sliding against his cock, covering him in her juices; her again, hands on his shoulders, palm cradling the back of his neck, nails digging into his skin as he thrust inside her; her again, pushing his head between her thighs, fingers raking through his hair before grabbing a fistful of it right at the roots, the tug just the right amount of painful to feel pleasure; her again, eyes closed, teething on her lower lip, all her soft flesh and curves trembling while he mindlessly beat into her like an animal in heat; her again, riding his face, trembling and moaning, his fingers digging into her thighs to keep her in place; her again, his teeth on her neck, biting and licking and biting again, leaving possessive marks in his wake, mine, mine, mine. Her body, her soul, her heart, everything, all of her, only his.

Nothing but her on his mind. 

Just like she wanted. 

Casper came and choked, gasping on air, dizzy and breathless, lost between fantasies and reality, not sure which was what. 

Caha looked at him from the screen, head tilted, pouting, her cheeks bulged. 

"Congratulations. Good for you. I still think I would've done a better job. Made much less of a mess. And you could've cuddled with me afterwards, and I would've kept you warm. Humph."

She turned her face away, but soon looked back at him from the corner of her eye, then turned even further, chin raised high, harrumphing again. 

How could someone be simultaneously so stinking cute and so fuckable? It was still a mystery to him. 

Casper leaned onto the back of his chair and closed his eyes for a moment, evening his breathing and heartbeat. 

Caha was so incredibly wrong about that one thing: she was the one who made all this mess in the first place. Unceremoniously squeezing into his life, into his head, carelessly breaking and destroying all the rules he upheld, all the things he thought were right, all the plans he had for the future, and triumphantly taking the main place among the rubble of his disorderly mind, crowning herself as she took all the space inside it, leaving no room for other thoughts. 

And a week later he was supposed to claim his rightful rewards for winning the bet and ferry her soul to the afterlife, never see her again, and turn back to the life he had before he ever knew her. 

Yeah. 

She couldn't have made a bigger mess if she tried. 

[omnomnb]

i love how coy but simultaneously blunt om is about smut. like they'll never say the word but they WILL telegraph it. cmon guys you might as well just say "we are FUCKING!!!!!"

[ryllen]

maybe i do want us to kiss a little more

[todayinhiphophistory]

Today in Hip Hop History:

Guilty Simpson was born January 11, 1980

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