#not the best with watcher type of stuff but I tried

[vinstinx]

Did some fanon swap game because I miss hermitcraft

(Btw this is Manbun Scar, Scar goes Fireborn when he has Manbun only )

[glamourscat]

INUMAKI TOGE HCS

I miss him and I love him

his love language is touch and quality time

A cuddle bug

KISSES. Pecks, longer kisses, lazy ones. He loves them all

Loves holding hands, especially if cold -> holding hands and resting them in either yours of his coat pocket together 😗

Probably plays the sims and has a whole life with you two on there

Dates consists of going out and enjoying each other’s hobbies together. From arcades, museums, painting studios, anything really.

Loves to listen. Yap, yap and yap some more his eyes will still have little hearts in them

(canon) but he is literally described as such a gentle and pure soul. Nothing, I had to add it

He loves to gift you flowers. From handpicked ones to the ones from a flower shop

Big spoon, but sometimes he likes to switch

GOSSIPER

A bit insecure. He knows he is kind. He knows he has a lot to offer. But he can’t shake the feeling at times that anyone, friend or lover, could leave him behind because of his lack of speech. He tries his best in making up for the lack of words with big gestures, affection and more but sometimes he just feels it’s not enough.

he is a prankster

Literally a walking menace. He would be tearing everyone down to filth if not held back by the curse speech

His face it’s extremely expressive -> if someone says something “stupid” he truly can’t hide his distain

A music lover

ASMR lover, especially the soft spoken ones/gloves noise

Spicy food enthusiast

Knows how to cook, not stellar level, but can still wipe out some good stuff

A dinosaurs kid

Fan of legos

Will insist he is a marvel fan and shit on DC but secretly likes DC more

Loves hoodies

Wire headphones

Manga and comic reader + anime watcher

Movies over series

The type to catch a bug and chase the person who’s scared of bugs around with it

Because of his quietness people believe he is shy/introverted. Quite the opposite. He just likes his time alone, but loves being surrounded by his friends.

Reaction pictures in texts overuse

Cries when he is mad

Is overall, a sunshine of a person and I won’t accept any criticism about it.

[inkie-does-whump]

Screw it, Imma talk about the body horror instead of finishing the Ranchers fic (this is gonna have several parts, cuz I have a lot to say, so keep an eye out for more!)

Trigger warning for mild body horror. Duh.

It starts with Jimmy, the guy with the perpetually broken body. It's inconvenient for Jimmy to be out of commission for so long (people wanna hit the Canary, who can blame them? He has a very punchable face) So the Watchers start trying to figure out how to heal him faster. They don't like to heal him with magic, cuz it's really draining, they prefer for subjects to heal naturally (maybe with some assistance from medicine/technology)

The solution they came up with is false bodies. The Watchers could use dark magic to move Jimmy's conciseness into life-sized dolls that could be easily replaced or repaired (the reason the Watchers prefer this over healing is cuz this is more like necromancy type stuff, which they're good at. They suck at healing magic. Dump stat)

Anyways, they didn't tell Jimmy they were doing this. All he knew was that his routine "check ups" to the medical center were getting longer and more frequent. They would check his wounds, test for things like his reflexes and nerve damage, and then he would be hooked up to a machine with a bunch of wires while the Watchers monitored and took notes. It took a while for them to figure out how to get the magic right, but eventually (during the E2 SMP) they succeeded in transferring him into a doll.

The first one was plush, but they eventually backtracked and made later ones from plastic, cuz the plush was super easy to break and cracks in the plastic could be fixed by melting it back together with a heat gun.

Jimmy was, rightfully, horrified with the body he found himself in. He had a panic attack in the medical center, and the Watchers dragged his new body to his room so he could calm down in his panic box. He didn't leave for several days.

Which was fine. Plush doesn't need food or sleep. Even his strained breath is unnecessary.

This did lead to the Watcher's first problem though. Jimmy could no longer be controlled through tranquilizer, which was one of the main ways the Watchers managed to get him through transportation without screaming and thrashing. Drugs were useless, meaning the Watchers had significantly less control over him. They began studies on transferring into organic bodies instead of plastic or plush (I'll expand on this more in a post about Amnesia Colds)

Jimmy's brain does a bad job at coping with its new home. Stress makes his seams break. A glimpse of glass eyes or red circles on his cheeks sends him into a full blown break-down. Breathing his hard with all the cotton in his lungs. He finds himself coughing it up at late hours of the evening, heaving for air he doesn't need.

He's been crying more than normal, and it's getting on people's nerves. The subjects in the lab (Empires2 SMP) are finding it hard to sleep through it. It makes Joel's manic episodes worse, and eventually Jimmy is thrown to the wall like the ragdoll he is, and has the voicebox torn from his throat.

Fwhip is the Watcher's Assistant in this lab (aka, an admin. For more information, check out my post on Xisuma) and he finds Jimmy limp on the floor of the practice room, cotton pouring from the tear in his neck, glassy eyes unfocused. He tries the best he can to stitch Jimmy back up with the supplies in the practice room, and eventually Jimmy comes back to reality.

He wants to cry, but no sound escapes him.

Jimmy turns to Fwhip desperately, panic setting in. Fwhip doesn't know how to help, so he helps Jimmy back to his room and urges him to rest. Instead of getting in bed, Jimmy sits in his panic box quietly.

Eventually the Watchers have to restore his body, but Jimmy is stuck with no voice for weeks. The Watchers prefer it, but a few renters complained that he never screamed when they hit him anymore, so his voicebox was restored quickly after that.

(Sometimes Joel sits in his room, pulling the string of the voice box and listening to his brother-in-law's voice play, dead and monotone.)

Body horror part two link :3

[weirdmageddon]

22 audhd goth nerd and other-proclaimed “wizard”

🔞 blog may be suggestive. i’m likely not posting not straight up nsfw but i’d rate it 18+ anyway. just expect anything really.

ive finaly managed to lay it out my major interests. i dont know what took me so long to be able to do that. i posted it to bluesky but i’ll do it here too. i need a new pinned post anyway.

things i’m interested in:

science: ALL natural science, esp. neuroscience, neuropsychology, psychology (the mind), biology, anatomy & physiology, ecosystems, network theory

other realms: philosophy, sociology, anthropology, human ethology, personality differences

natural noumena: patterns in nature, emergence, self-organization / spontaneous order, chaos theory and fractals

tropes / archetypes

analytical psychology / jungian analysis (not in association to jordan peterson, whom i think is a chode. this is significant to me, because i feel like i share the phenomenological reality with jung that formed the basis of his ideas. many of these forces i’ve noticed on my own, separate from him, before i knew him. so seeing his ideas i was like “oh he put it into words. glad to know someone else has a keen sense for these phenomena”)

socionics model A

other typological systems: enneagram, mbti (not 16personalities), etc. quizzes are lazy minded and i dont give them much weight on principle. im into understanding the theoretical foundations

eclectic alternative music subcultures + history: esp. 70s-80s, experimental, psychedelic rock, punk, new wave, post-punk, goth rock, industrial

art and creativity in general

YTP and remix culture

the venture bros. (bonus points if you understand most of the references because this show is like my personal catnip)

jhonen vasquez: jthm, squee, i feel sick, invader zim (decade+ old fan)

david lynch: twin peaks, eraserhead, blue velvet, mulholland drive, etc

jon bois: pretty good, 17776/20020, chart party, team history documentaries, etc

blaseball / mmolb

vinesauce (decade+ old watcher)

pokemon: in general, but esp. knowledgeable about game mechanics (decade+ old fan)

undertale (decade+ fan) / deltarune (since beginning)

gravity falls (decade+ old fan)

homestuck (decade+ old fan)

mother series

star trek* (*slowly immersing myself)

lots of more stuff i probably missed

typology type profile: LII-Ne IN(T) INFJ 5w4 so/sp 514 RCOAI

things i might be known for:

original dirtygfconfessions crew member (mod dipper. 2014–idk when the shit went down where our posts got deleted)

original real-time fandub crew member (2016-2018; 2025-) [*note: real-time fandub games, like the sonic dubs, were a spinoff by crew member penny snapcube]

hs act omega artist (2017-2019)

three-time podcast guester on mystery shack lookback

figure in spamtonology

tumblr historian. i was probably there when it happened.

op of tumblr post screenshots circulating on google images and pinterest

random things about me:

shit nobody cares about enthusiast

given enough time i think i could probably explain anything

ive been here since late 2011

i live in a very isolated pocket of my own taste in art/music where im not really aware of what everyone else is listening to because it just…doesnt really cross my mind ever? i found out brian eno said something similar, “If I tried to make a commercial album, it would be a complete flop. I have no idea what the world at large likes.” i told my friend the other day i feel like i understand my self through music and art, because of the accumulation of my taste i can actually experience my unconscious preference and know what i feel my own experiences reflected in

im best at self-reflection and observations of own my own mental processes. like catching the background of consciousness

if i were forced at gunpoint to kin a homestuck character it would be aradia megido. we’re very close in spirit

also dipper pines mannerisms but i think im a bit more eccentric and mature

dare i say the big joel of tumblr

another eno quote i strongly relate to: “Sometimes you recognize that there is a category of human experience that has not been identified but everyone knows about it. That is when I find a term to describe it.”

i’m asexual. i don’t know my romantic orientation because attraction is so rare for me (not enough data) but i think i always had a queer mentality. i just call myself grayromantic. i never had a partner but i want one because i’m feeling ready now but it has to feel like the right person. 6/15/25 budding romance arc unfolding with a sweet funny guy my type who doesnt need to do all that much to cosplay a convincing looking jerma. edit 2: 6/22/25 official anniversary mark the date

tags:

#mine ← my posts, if i remember to tag them. im reblog heavy.

#me ← relatable tag

#laugh rule ← if i laugh irl i have to tag it that

#fave ← self explanatory

my art insp/aesthetic/resources side blog: @bonewheel

[theamityelf]

If you had to give Makoto another talent other than his luck what would it be? Personally I think he'd be a great motivational speaker or even a cheerleader. He's kinda already a motivatinal speaker with being the Ultimate Hope and all of that but I think it would suit him. For the cheerleader one his optimism would do wonders to motivate his team (could even be a potential Hinaegi/Kamuegi).

(Hi, it's me after finishing writing this post. I am not sure I answered your question in the way you wanted, but I hope you enjoy it, lol.)

That's such an interesting question, because I feel like an essential thing is how much it takes for his best traits to become noticeable. I feel like if he got an ultimate title, it would be for being great in a crisis. (And also if he tried to cheerlead in the usual sense, he would hurt himself, lol.) He's a great motivational speaker when it's needed of him, but that normally manifests in just everyday advice and conversation, which isn't the kind of thing that Hope's Peak's recruiters are really looking for, I don't think. The real passionate speeches come out when exactly that energy is needed, which is usually, like I said, in times of crisis.

I could imagine a scenario where some accident or disaster happens before the letters for the 78th class go out and Makoto is wrapped up in whatever it is (I'm imagining, like, his normal high school class trip gets stranded after a plane crash or something.) and he makes a name for himself by surviving and supporting his friends through the situation. I don't know what Ultimate title that would be, since Ultimate Survivor feels a little strong; the idea isn't that he taps into survivalist talents, but just that he keeps on going, doesn't give up, and helps his group to do the same. And Ultimate Team Leader is already taken, lol.

Since Taka's title is "Ultimate Moral Compass" (meaning vague ones are on the table), maybe something like Ultimate Moral Support or Ultimate Team Morale.

OR

If I misunderstood your question and you meant "Give this guy a real Ultimate Talent, as in add one to his character, don't just derive one from existing stuff," then make this guy an ornithologist, lol. Or, more chill, just Ultimate Bird-Watcher. Something attainable that just lets him to enjoy or be interested in something pleasant. Which may seem out of left field, but I like that vibe for him. 🤣 Give this kid a talent where he can sit on a park bench throwing out breadcrumbs.

OR

Complete 180, Ultimate Rule-Breaker. It would seem like he must be some edgy, abrasive type (and that could be a cool subversion; when everyone hears the Ultimate Rule-Breaker is going to be there, they expect someone like Mondo or even Leon), but he's cheerful and caring toward everyone. He's a rule-breaker because he will do anything to help people. I kind of love that for him.

Yeah, I think I like the last one best, lol.

(next relevant post)

[sqvidzag]

D-TENT HEADCANONS :3

silly & unserious!!!! these are a bit more modernized and some have different amount of hcs, cuz well... i think a lot.

CAVEMAN (STANLEY) :

he grows up to be the tallest kid in school after camp - tall and ripped.

is jewish. doesn't practice religion though

favorite fruits are peaches <3

actually really smart; a student before camp

law and order special victims unit watcher. (negatively)

favorite fast food is raising canes.

he can't remember anyone's birthday for the life of him. it's actually embarrassing.

his idea of an amazing hang out: being quiet and just enjoying each other's company.

loves the color green (STANLEY YOU HOMO)

can't handle alcohol for the life of him.

loves soul and r&b type of music

a sucker for long drives or long journeys

had an emo phase...

started doing charity work after cgl

ZERO (HECTOR) :

björk listener. (neutral)

can do a valley girl accent.

is super short, probably won't grow much (is pissed about it)

dark mode user

had a lisp when he was younger.

hates HATES fast food.

ambidextrous!

selectively mute.

eyes drier than a motherfucker

chronic migraine haver

actually really good at math. like scary good for his age.

probably autistic, too. (let this guy catch a break.)

X-RAY (REX) :

actually almost legally blind. his lenses are -12 and -13.5

is the shortest along zero.

enjoys 2000's dad rock

uses big words he doesn't know the meaning of.

almost always, without fail, manages to piss squid off just by opening his mouth

secret ariana grande fan

knows a little too much about medical stuff...

has this "bad boy" image going on but deep inside is the biggest softie

snowboarder!!!

has internal monologue. it drives him crazy.

has earrings. two in each lobe

gym rat.... 😭😭

actually tried to sell real weed after he got released, only to get scammed by the seller

tried to pick up babysitting as a side hustle, only to discover he's absolutely SHIT with kids

has an older brother almost 10 years older than him

MAGNET (JOSE) :

totally a type a- person

he and squid are bff's :3

loves parties and hosting them. if there's a party, there's jose. if there's no party, jose will make one.

probably got a pet cat (that he stole)

an older brother!! has 2 younger sisters he loves and adores with everything in him.

has never broken a bone, and carries that with pride.

loves all fruit, but his favorite fruit is honey melon.

he has always had a buzz cut.

he loves to bake, is shit at cooking.

a night owl; he's never asleep before 1am

loves coconut scented things, like candles and perfumes

can play the guitar really well actually

after cgl, volunteers at a local animal shelter

loves LOVES white girl music.

ARMPIT (THEODORE) :

amazing with kids and animals!!!

mom friend; always has everything on him and always comes prepared

sleeps with 3 pillows. idk makes sense.

suki waterhouse and mazzy star enjoyer

a secret k-pop fan

loves to cook, but never has an excuse to make food for his friends

also loves giving gifts!!!!!

actually despises his name. used to cry to his mom about how much he HATED his name

grew up facing a lot of bullying because of his size, is still probably insecure about it

crazy strong though; defeats everyone in strenght.

can drive. more like, knows how a car works and uses it. can't drive for shit.

SQUID (ALAN) :

favorite color is blush pink.

loves LOVES marine animals, but will never admit it

has shit eye sight but won't do anything about it

squid and magnet = bff's !!! best bros forever

is dating zigzag and will not stop talking about how much he loves him

watches house md (squid: it's never lupus magnet: i'd sure hope not)

can down a celsius in one chug. still claims he doesn't have a caffeine addiction.

cutest sneezes.

aphex twin listener. (derogatory)

loves vanilla.

actually smells really nice.

very sleepy, is always almost taking a nap.

let ricky pierce his helix but it fell out not even two days after 😭

ZIGZAG (RICKY) :

has wavy hair ++ little corkscrew curls in his hair

has probably broken 10 bones .

tall, but lanky. his height is intimidating, but his strength is non-existent.

dating squid (the most boyfriends)

nicotine addict.

bad allergies. is allergic to literally everything in the nature

heavy sleeper. a nuclear war wouldn't wake him up.

on the other hand, he never sleeps.

favorite color is dark navy.

mf doom listener.

probably uses those men's wash things that are labeled like "testosterone overdrive"

has naturally long nails that grow super fast.

impulse bleached his hair once and was sure it was going to fry off; you can still find platinum pieces in his hair

couldn't think for any for twitch and barfie im sorry :(

[lynxvera]

Karma Clans's relationship with Y/n (Dating Headcanons)

Aijlvilök(Mijonko):

Dating Aijlvilök is a busy treatment relationship. You know, your lover's very busy in life because of his Leader/Boss Role of the Karma Clans. He will be glad if you appreciate his busy stuff and being patient while waiting for his love. He does wear masks most of the time, but whenever it's just you and him in his office, he takes it off because he knows either him or you would kiss first. He sometimes uses pet/love names like "Dear" or "Love". Aijlvilök is the dominant one in this relationship, he can find and already handle ways to defeat you if you're trying to dominate him. Apparently, this mf is 6'4 and y/n's y/h(your height) depending how you see him in different angles. He isn't the type of possession nor jealousy person, he doesn't mind if you hang out with his minions, as long as they don't try to kill/hurt you. He is protective but not much force. Lucky for you, he can heal anything, so your injury will be gone due to his healing ability. He's very serious if someone hurts you physically/mentally and immediately kills them until 0% atoms.

Eszurix(Hachie):

The most person who will give you so MUCH love/attention and caring is Eszurix if you're dating her. Promise me, she will give you so MUCH love/attention and caring, even kisses, hugs, and more! She could be the wholesome out of all the others. Whenever she finishes her mission, she will hug you and kiss your face, or wherever which spot you feel comfortable. When her Leader/Boss Aijlvilök gives her a break, she will ask you if you want to go on a walk around the fallen forest (her comfortable place), either answer "yes" or "no", she's fine with it. She is submissive in this relationship, perhaps a switch. She uses pet/love names like "Ember", "Babe", or "Love". For Eszurix, she just believes size doesn't matter, depends with y/h(your height), she's 5'7 1/2. She doesn't mind if you hang out with her Leader/Boss and teammates, she trusts them to be around you. Though she is clingy, she respects if you need space, I mean that's her loyalty. If you get into an accident, she'll treat your wounds, if worse then she'll take you to see the nurses. She will kill anyone who tries to kill/hurt you physically/mentally by setting them on fire with Esmeralda(Green Fire).

Avfyrn(Yutrian):

They say he's a Watcher of the Karma Clans and his people, he watches you the most because he's protective of you. Avfyrn is a silent one in the relationship but he's willing to respond to you and your love, it's just he's trying to get used to this love feeling and trying his best to show/return love to you. He protects you all the time, he's even secretly worried about you whenever he goes on his mission. Whenever he's on his break, both of you will walk around Soul Forests and enjoy the view of this unique nature. The thing is though, Avfyrn secretly jealous of people around you, even his Leader/Boss but he tries to stay loyal. Along with a little possession because he cares about you. Surprisingly, he's a switch, so either you have a choice or his. He doesn't use pet names all the time, he sometimes calls you "my living".He wears a mask all the time unless you're around him and he takes it off because he knows who is going to kiss first. Avfyrn hates it when you get into an accident, he does have healing skills after all. He's willing to give those people where they belong to when they try to kill/hurt you physically/mentally and stabbing them with his spear, he believes you deserve physical/mental love. Oh yeah, he's 5'11.

Viuolkás(Züdromida):

Warning: Sexual Things

Even though Viuolkás is a killer womanizer, he sees you as his true love. I have to say dating him is going into a physical romantic relationship. He loves kissing you, gifting you flint(blue) roses(a meaning of true love), and anything else he loves doing to you. What can I say, he loves romantic themes especially $exual themes. He has many ways to make you blush through 0%-100%. Viuolkás, this mf flirts with you, pinning you, and whatever tries to please you even doing it in his zāsroom(bedroom). It's apparently obvious he is the dominant lover, I mean you can flirt with him and he flirts back. Whenever he's finished his mission or on a break, he literally takes you on a date at any place, including your comfortable place. Let me repeat, he loves flirting, teasing, pleasing, and carrying you(over his shoulder). Promise me, he has a good grip and cannot let you go. This mf is 6'0. Honestly, Viuolkás doesn't have possession feelings, but he's only jealous if you're around a man who's almost like him. He uses pet names many times for example, "Love", "Darling", "Dear", "Heart", and "Pet". Of course, he takes his team role as a Guard/Protector, he protects you from being killed/hurt from people, they'll die in a fire starting with their heads. But hey, he respects it if you're uncomfortable with something.

Relehandrya(Gotsymi):

She collects souls for own good killings, but Relehandrya rather collects your soul for love. Who would know a Grim Reaper would have true love for someone. Relehandrya cares and loves you the most. She likes holding hands with you, not all the time. With physical love, commonly cuddling with each other. Whenever her Leader/Boss gives her a break or finishes her mission, she will take you to explore and viewing any Forests, or she lets you pick which place to go. She isn't a possessive but has sense of jealousy, even when she's jealous is equal to threatening the person. The thing is, she respects it if you need personal space. Relehandrya is a switch, but mostly she's is in her bottom position. She gets concerned if you're feeling/looking down and other negative effects, after all she's a caring girlfriend and will try to comfort you. If you give her something like a gift or what, she returns the favor by giving you whatever you love. Her height is 5'9. She use pet names like "Soulas(Lovely Soul)", "Dear", and "babe". Again, she is a Soul Spear but a kinda deadly reaper one, she's willing to kill souls of the person who tries to physically/mentally kill/hurt you. Almost like Hachie, she's wholesome but little jealousy.

(I could add my cousin's two Vilcentler ocs, Rose and Winter because they're part of the Karma Clans(not fully for Rose) but I may not know about their dating headcanons with Y/n)

[nosleeppotions]

Playing Metro 2033, it may not be technically horror but it sure as heck feels like one to me.

There's nothing quite as horrifying realizing your new and nice gun that doesn't make as much noise ran out of bullets and you cant's get any more while hearing those Watchers/Watchmen(?) around the corner, while you're not even sure you're going the right way.

Then again that ant hill in Fallout New Vegas also terrified me even when I had plenty of ammo so maybe I'm just a scaredy cat XD

I'm the type to tank fights in games so games where I have to be super stealthy for the best outcome (and half the time a compass or not I am lost) is quite challenging, though it's fun either way.... stressful, but fun.

On what I think is a funny note: that part where a.... kinda revealingly dressed lady.... tries calling Artyom (the player character) over both me and my brother said "No." in basically sync. XD

My brother being the backseat driver that he is also probably did not help my stress with the sneaking.

I think I should write a horror or high stakes story where it's two siblings having to figure it out as they go, "Siblings Arguing about dumb stuff at a Bad Time The Book" lol

[rotten-vivs]

1, 3, 4, 6, 8, 9, 10, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 22, 24

choose violence ask game (life series edition)

oh my god, this is gonna be a bit long lmao, bear with me

1. the character everyone gets wrong

tango, i have rarely seen people get him just right. he's one of those characters that unfortunately gets molded into whatever the fandom needs him to be. dont blame them, i can admit i also struggled to have a good grasp of his character at first

3. screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

i saw someone rant about how scott and cleo were just merciless bullies against pearl. which yeah, they were pretty mean to her, but the person didn't even attempt to understand scott and cleo's motivations. i know it doesn't seem much, but as someone who has a passion for that series's characters and their motivations it pissed me off that they were just ignored

4. what was the last straw that made you finally block that annoying person?

the person from the question above lol. i rarely block accounts (unless they're bots), but the post i mentioned had very disgusting vibes

6. which ship fans are the most annoying?

solidaritek shippers who talk shit about flower husbands. and the opposite too, but i've seen that one more. let jimmy be loved by two people for fuck's sake!!

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

"dogwarts were the good guys actually" NO THEY FUCKING WERENT. watch the crastle or jimmy and scott (especially those two), dogwarts tried to forcefully take over all groups at one point. im not saying they were evil, they had understandable motivations...but that doesn't make them "good". i think this opinion popularized as pushback from "desert duo are the good guys" opinion (which is also wrong lol)

9. worst part of canon

the limited life ending, im sorry. not because martyn "played dirty", if anything that made the ending way better than it would've been. but the lead up from all three final perspectives were a bit underwhelming

10. worst part of fanon

sometimes people give too much power to the watchers to the point they take away autonomy from the characters. they are WATCHERS. they watch, not play. yes they put the players in the situation, but the players themselves are the ones putting the show

13. worst blorboficiation

i dont know if worst, but lizzie. she tends to be very dumbed down and infantilized. as if she didn't kill as boogey multiple times by making people trust her. dont get me wrong, she is chronically confused, but she is not a sweet innocent angel too fragile for this world

14. that one thing you see in fics all the time

i really dont know anything about hermitcraft so there might be a reason for it, but i see a lot of fics that make that server the "safe haven/place of healing in between life games". i dont really watch hc, so whenever i see it in fics and they reference stuff from that server i go ???. not complaining of course, i just try to pick up the context clues and use the general fandom knowledge i gathered through osmosis

15. that one thing you see in fanart all the time

y'know, i still don't know what those things that people put on pearl's head are. they look like bunny ears, or two feathers sticking out. something i also see a lot is all the winners in stained glass windows, sometimes in a "Hall of Winners". i dont know where it came from, but i eat it up every single time, i love it

16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

not a fan of romantic smalletho. i tried, the idea of them is fun, but they're just besties in my brain

17. there should be more of this type of fic/art

ender skizz!! his 3L red skin is so iconic. also more team best as superheroes. they called themselves the heroes of the server, dress them up as that

18. it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...

i dont see people referencing cleo's almost death by tree suffocation on the first episode of third life, even though they were so many perspectives of it. narratively, it was the first time that they saw death as a possible threat. outside of the story, it was so fucking funny. they were all chilling and suddenly, tree

19. you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...

i'll be honest, im not the biggest smut fan. i'm not against it, but i dont really get the appeal. i won't turn away an E rated fic if im interested on the concept of the overall fic, but i dont actively search them. i will say...treebark smut is always so well fucking written. the love, the devotion, the yearning, the desperation, the craving. treebark enjoyers can write a good sex scene, and you can quote me on that

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

bigb was jealous of ren and martyn in double life. he says it, out loud, multiple times. there's so many angles you can go with this and so much potential. there's the treebark angle of course, but there's also how bigb used that to avoid responsibility from having a secret soulmate behind ren's back. tbh ren and bigb's relationship overall is way too ignored for literally being the most interesting soulmate pair

24. topic that brings up the most rancid discourse

a bit more overall mcyt than life series fandom, but any boundaries discourse, especially shipping for some reason. i have a lot of opinions, but overall i think we should stop fucking talking about "boundaries" so much. boundaries assumes a two-way interaction. and unless i am tagging the cc or putting stuff on their chats/comments or on knowingly frequented tags, what i am posting does not need their permission. does that mean "post everything, have no morals"? fuck no, but that is really the responsibility of each person. if i don't think something should be posted on the internet, i won't do it. if i see people posting that stuff, i will mute/block/report (if needed). you know what we shouldn't do? bring attention to uncomfortable shit to ccs when they are live (aiming this directly to the 2 donos in the last couple of weeks that have asked scar what his boundaries on shipping is, which he either truly doesn't understand or is purposely avoiding to reply). anyways, always causes rancid discourse and at worst full on witch hunts for shit that really doesn't matter

[annyankers]

i think one of the best examples of the brooke-wesley dynamic for explaining it is probably season 4. by that time he's been her watcher for roughly 2 years and going off my OG timeline/planning she's still recovering from drusilla hurling her into a dana-esque slayer themed psychotic break at the end of season 2. also important for context is that brooke went to mosaic wellness center for rehab which is a reference to the IDW buffyverse comics (the spike once especially), this is like the post-revolt version where it's not just a evil bad prison but an actual wellness center/mental hospital type place lol

so season 4 has all this talk about demons being rounded up and experimented on and all this stuff right? well that really rubs brooke the wrong way because 1. she knows all kinds of demons from mosiac 2. she's taking like philosophy or ethics 101 and You Know How It Is lol (also she has some lingering guilt from her time chopping up demons for parts to get drug money). so the initiative really bugs her and she actually argues for the rights of spike and ethan and the demons being held and tortured which no one else save like, spike (duh), kat and maybe saorise but she's probably in ATS by now are on her side.

expect for wesley. who while he doesn't fully agree can see the issues with it and can at least agree they cannot call themselves "the good guys" while also deeming a sentient creature who came seeking asylum (tho he's also not claiming to be a good person so it's no skin off his nose lol). but when she expresses her worries and desire to really Do Something About It, wesley backs her up and looks for ways to do it. he tends to both protect her from her own crazy and also facilitate it. brooke has much less of a problem hurting humans than buffy does and wesley is more than happy to cover up her indiscretions, especially after everything that happened to her earlier and if it's in service of the work.

brooke's whole stance on demon rights puts this big rift between her and the scoobies and it leaves her with basically only wesley, kat and spike for a while there and like-- i don't think i even explained anything about her and wes?????? i don't know if i even know HOW to explain it. but it's like.... take all his maniac energy from ats s4-5 and put it in btvs s3 and beyond and then put the summers twin who is THE overachiever of the family who's also the less stable and more slayer-y of the two under his care. like this is almost like putting wesley in charge of himself but a teen girl. it's insane.

i'm pretty sure he strangles willow when the twins are brought back and brooke has Obvious Physical Issues because willow tried to use their bogo thing as a cheat.

[corvidaearts]

Hello! I also got your ask in my inbox but I figured it'll be easier for all of us if I answer it here!

TLDR: i made moth wings that look like bird wings inspired loosely off my personal grian design, which combines bird and bug wing features

I got really carried away with my explanation but also this is not the extended edition. it could've been so much longer, I'm already sorry as it is LKASJDLLKSDJA but also im not the poet tem is <3

To start with, I took a lot of inspiration from a lot of different things. I've ranted about it in the Brainrot server before but essentially, one of the main things I wanted to factor in was that Watchers were more bug-like so it didn't feel right to just slap on regular bird wings to a worm so this was my attempt at combining the two designs in whatever way I can!

For moths, I specifically cited Atlas and Luna Moths for big design inspirations. The former gave me the idea for the tips of the wings to resemble primaries whereas the latter directly took in the tails of the wings, both for their aesthetic and practical reasons (from what I understand, it muffles the sound of its wingbeats, or like disorients them to an extent which I thought would be cool to factor in evolutionarily considering Seekers, but also I'm not an expert on this stuff) also, special shoutout to polyphemus and io moths and some others im sure im forgetting

Something I kept in mind was that I also wanted to make it Different from my personal grian design, (which I have my own specific commentary on) but the short of it is the my grian design has glassy/butterfly elements whereas hunger!watchers have a more moth aspect to them and its more that its basically moth wings that imitate birds instead of molding the two wing types together.

I also like to imagine the texture is like, felt. kind of like the fur on a fursuit with the fabric quality of tarp or some other thick fabric. of course, with the eye motifs added in as best as I could while still making it look somewhat(??) evolutionarily possible, idk but I tried

I wrote this all in one sitting so I might've forgotten something but this is the gist of it!!

What are the watcher wings based off? They're really cool!!

This might be a question better suited for @corvidaearts to answer as they're the one who designed them!!! :D iirc, its somewhat of a mix between bird wings and moth wings, but they'll have more detailed notes on the design features than me. Im so glad you like them though, i think theyre amazing and i love the work Crow does :]

[kiris-wife]

by your side | spider socorro

summary: after getting captured by miles quaritch, spider becomes a hostage at the rda. but with a curious young girl secretly visiting him every night, he started to think that things couldn't be so terrible. based on this ask.

genre(s): fluff

warnings: none i guess? they're just purely in love i think that's adorable. this is not proofread, i got too lazy so if you see any mistakes, no you didn't!

there was a big commotion going around the rda base — a human boy, raised by na'vi, was being held hostage in the exact same place you were in. of course you were curious: people say you took a lot after your mother, wanting to know about everything and everyone. how would a human adapt in such different circumstances? could he speak english? how did a baby human end up in pandora? your mind was racing with so many questions. you had to see him now.

but it's obvious no one would let you do that. what could a sixteen year old do to help the operation? you shouldn't even be there; your mother only brought you partly because she had no one to take you in and partly because you begged her to let you come. luckily to you she was an important woman and with the help of a few people they managed to bring you to pandora. the conditions? don't stop studying. don't cause any trouble. keep your nose out of the adult's business.

you couldn't screw this up. being so close to the rda operation, even if it was just as a watcher, could be a big step for your future. so you tried your best to not get caught.

it was the middle of the night when you decided to go out of your shared room — your mother was a heavy sleeper so the chances of waking her up were almost zero. quickly typing in the password of his little kind-of-room-kind-of-prison, you couldn't keep your excitement to yourself.

"hey." you said closing the door behing you. "i know you're awake. i'm not quaritch. i'm not working for the rda either – wait, do you speak english?"

he turned his face to you with an startled expression — spider had so many questions. what was a teenager doing there? and why were you talking to him in the middle of the night? you had to be lying. there was no way you didn't work for them.

"um... my name's y/n. i know this might sound strange but i find you really interesting. my mom works here, you know. she's a scientist. i'm sorry about the way you were treated by them earlier... i mean the torture and stuff." you were getting closer to him, trying to keep things friendly.

"so you came here to apologise for your mother's actions?"

"sort of. i kinda want to know more about you. but i wanted to apologise for that too, yeah." now you were next to his bed. "miles, isn't it? can i sit down?"

"it's spider. nobody calls me that." he said giving you enough space to sit beside him.

"so... spider, how are you feeling? i mean... you were raised by na'vi and now there's just... so many humans. this must be confusing."

"there's humans where i live too. i'm not an animal, y/n."

"right, sorry. it's just that this is new to me. i didn't know humans lived in pandora. my mom does everything to keep me clueless about the operation — it's not like i should be knowing something, but i just want to learn more. people treat me like an outsider here, it's so annoying."

being an outsider. the boy knew a thing or two about feeling out of place. of course you were in different situations, but he could relate to your feelings in a certain extent.

"what are you even doing here? in pandora, i mean. you're like... my age? shouldn't you be at the earth?"

you shrugged. "i didn't have anyone to take care of me back there. and i really wanted to meet the operation. i want to follow my mom's footsteps, being a scientist and all."

you and spider kept talking about your differences and about pandora the whole night: he had so much knowledge to share, even if it didn't seem like it. he told you about the fauna and flora, the natives traditions and religion, and about himself too. he was quaritch's son. well, not this quaritch. the human one — you knew about the story. the colonel's memories were transfered to an avatar once he died.

you, on the other hand, explained to him how things worked at your home planet: the animals it had (he got really interested in monkeys and dogs), the organized society, and how the earth was dying. you talked about your hopes and dreams of a better planet and how much you wanted to make you mother proud. before you knew, it was almost morning and you had to leave before someone catched you with him.

"it's getting late, i have to go. but i'll be back tomorrow if you want me to? we can talk more."

the blond smiled at you — it was good knowing someone in this hell of a place, maybe making a friend even. "i'll see you tomorrow. take care of yourself."

...

a few weeks passed since you started visiting spider. you soon became really close — it was like you were a planet he was orbiting over. the boy was constantly thinking about you, craving for your attention; you became the center of his little universe.

he paced around his room impatiently. you were late. he didn't know what time it was, but he knew you should be with him already. you always came shortly after all the lights were turned off, maybe 20 minutes later. 30, if you were feeling scared of being caught. but it felt like hours already, and there was no sign of you.

the boy sat down on his bed. "im being pathetic" he though. it was impossible for such a smart and beautiful person as you falling in love with him. and there was the fact that you were from two different words — there's no way you wouldn't take this into consideration when getting closer with him. you wouldn't leave everything you know to be with him; he wasn't enough.

soon, he heard the sound of the keys being pressed, snapping back to reality.

"spider. sorry i'm late. my mom couldn't sleep so she kept talking with me until she felt tired. im really sorry i made you wait!"

that was a lie. you mother always fell asleep right after she hopped on the bed. the real reason you didn't come earlier it was because you knew that you were falling for miles socorro. and at this point you could do nothing to stop it. laying on the bunk bed you kept debating with yourself if you should just start to avoid him. he didn't feel the same, and it would never work out anyways; you knew how loyal he was to the na'vi and specially the sully family. it was only a question of time until he could find a way to escape the base and come back to his normal life. without you.

the thought of being separated made your heart ache. how could you become so attached to someone in such a short period of time? as your mind drifted back to the thought of being far from spider, you couldn't help but give him a tight hug, trying to fight back the tears forming on the corner of your eyes.

that was the first time you hugged.

his knees felt like jelly, trembling hands resting on your back. "why are you doing this? not that i'm complaining..."

"sorry. i'm sorry. it's just that i... i've been thinking." you said, not letting go of him. it was like you were scared he was going to disappear if you did so. "your place is not here, spider. you belong with the na'vi in the forest. it's not fair what they're doing to you. but is it selfish of me to wish that we could continue together?"

the boy tightened his grip on you. "but we can. come with me."

you went silent for a second. he didn't mean that, did he? it was insane, leaving all that you knew behind — your brilliant future, your mother, the place you called home — for a boy. but at the same time, it felt right. being with spider felt right. and it didn't matter if you were in the forest, the base or the earth. as long as you were with him, anywhere felt like home. "promise me you'll always be by my side. if i go with you, you can't leave me behind. don't forget about me."

translation: don't fall in love with someone else.

he broke the hug and looked at you, putting a strand of your hair behind your ear. "are you kidding me?" spider smiled. "how could i ever leave you? i'm not that dumb, y/n. you're the most amazing person i've ever met."

now it was your turn to smile; you knew it was hard, dropping everything just to be with him. but at the same time you had this gut feeling that it was going to be worth it. you didn't know how or when you were going to do it yet, but you had each other, and it's all that mattered. getting on your tiptoes, you placed a kiss at the top of his head, stroking his cheek with you thumb.

"ill always be by your side, spider socorro."

"and i'll always be by yours, y/n"

authors note: i hope this doesn't suck too much... i lowkey hate this scenario but i really wanted to give spider some love, my boy deserves it! i don't know if it's too long or rushed, i tried to fit everything that i wanted to happen in just one chapter bc i don't really feel like writing a pt two for this one, sorry.

likes + reblogs are appreciated! ♡

[bubbl3gum-h3arts]

Watching a Movie with the Obey Me! Brothers

word count: 490

warnings: mentions of sex for mammon

a/n: sorry that these are short, hopefully they’re good tho! 

Lucifer

– Lucifer is the type of man who would watch those old(er) movies. The more serious ones that are longer and have more serious topics. Take The Sound of Music, for example.

– Fancy snacks. Not fancy like British tea party snacks but full on meals. Lucifer doesn’t like the cheap stuff.

– Cuddling is a maybe. It depends on what he’s doing. I honestly see him working while you watch the movie. While he does like longer movies, he still has to work. So he tries to find a way to balance both.

Mammon

– good luck getting him to sit through a movie. i don’t think he’d be able to sit through the whole thing. It’s possible he’d want to do something else, like playing a game or fucking

– oh yeah. there will be a lot of snacks. i see him not leaning towards one type of food either. i think he’d just bring whatever he thought looked good or somehow valuable and eat it

– he’d definitely cuddle you if you asked, but he’d grumble about it. “Ya want me to cuddle ya? Dumb human. Fine, c’mere.” 

Leviathan

– mmm i think he’d rather play a video game than watch a movie

– BUT!! but! he’d watch some sort of sci-fi fic with you no problem! 

– snacks would consist of the usual things you’d see in a movie theater: popcorn, slushies, chocolate/candy

– would definitely cuddle you. he likes to lay on your chest and have you play with his hair while he moves his fingers between yours and traces the lines of your palms

Satan

– he’d watch a movie but he might not care unless it’s historical/nonfiction

– sort of grumpy movie watcher. however, he’d like the snacks and the opportunity to relax for a minute so he wouldn’t complain all that much

– satan is overworked idc 

– for snacks i don’t really see him eating anything but he’d get you whatever you wanted and he’d make sure it was the best kind/brand out there

Asmodeus

– good GOD

– any kind of movie is fine with him as long as he can touch you somehow

– lots and LOTS of cuddles throughout the movie, along with fluffy pillows and blankets 

– he’d eat whatever you wanted “as long as it doesn’t make him break out after” 

Beel

– comes for the food, stays for the food, and will do whatever you want after for the food 

– any movie is fine as long as there’s food

– will definitely share his food with you; he loves seeing you indulge in his sin

– sweet bby

– he’d let you cuddle him if you wanted, also. i don’t see him having any problems with it

Belphie

– SWEETEST BBY

– would nap through the whole thing then feel bad about it after and ask to watch it again

– this results in an endless circle of playing a movie and him sleeping through it and asking to try again

– he tries his best

[obscure-imagines]

(*horror genre/smut warning*)

-where do I even start with this dude

-he’s highly intelligent, so boy isn’t going to fall for you easily

-in fact, he will aggressively attempt not to fall for you

-What if you get put in a heart game together or he has to kill you, or maybe you’ll just die- it’s a dangerous world out there

-no, he wouldn’t WANT to like you

-but fuck, every time you’re in the room his eyes are drawn to you

-Trust issue baby

-Opening up to you? not any time soon, that’s for sure :)

-it would take ages for him to even approach you

-he might not, boy has control of himself

-no, talking to him would either be on you to make happen, or accidental

-maybe you somehow end up at a game together

-and you approach him, sticking to his side for most of the game, one taste of you is all it takes

-he can’t just ignore you anymore

-especially since you’re around all the time (The Beach is an odd place, and you’re looking all cute in your beach outfit-)

-he likes to be on his game, 100% of the time

-and being with you is a distraction

-he kind of hates it, but he’s addicted to you too

-the first night you end up cuddling, after a trying game where you weren’t sure if you both made it out alive, Chishiya admits to himself he can’t live without you

-with you asleep, curled up in his arms, he knows he has to make the best of whatever time you both have left

-boy low key sucks at the idea of a relationship though

-thinks of them like a game

-and winning- well, winning is the end goal eh? ;)

-kind of a little nympho tbh

-quickie king

-hates pda, in fact, probably wont even let people know you’re dating, it’s a weakness, it means people can use you against him-

-play with his hair

-he’ll pretend to hate it, but he secretly loves it when your fingers are threading through his strands

-he’s pretty intense

-pretty needy, if he wants something, he’s going to get it: even if it’s your attention, or a kiss

-yeah, baby boy needs some kisses

-and cuddles

-and hugs

-he’ll pretend not to enjoy them as much as he does, but let’s be real, touch starved honey likes being held

-he watches himself fall deeper and deeper in love with you and it sucks because he’s terrified you’ll die/be hurt, but it also pushes him to want to win even more

-keeps you close at all times because you’re the most important thing in the world to him

-you’d be the good angel on his shoulder, and if you’re lucky he’ll listen to you... sometimes, but he’s still a dick head

-it’s kill or be killed, he tries to drill that into your brain

-the type to cup your face and look into your eyes before every game, doesn’t need to TELL YOU he loves you, you can both feel it

-low key, probably will take FOREVER to say ‘i love you’ for the first time, because saying it makes it real

-He almost pays more attention to your visa than his own

-very protective of you

-hates it whenever Niragi is around

-low key keeps note of people who piss him off in regard to you, maybe some guy was rude to you, or tried to dance with you at The Beach, regardless, Chishiya will remember and bide his time to get revenge

-is he ever not planning something?

-boy plans super far in advance, and sometimes, if you’re lucky, he’ll talk with you about all the moving pieces in his mind

-philosophical talks about the game and why you were both chosen etc...

-oddly enough, lots of cuddles, play with his fingers, show him affection

-cute boy brings you little gifs he finds, a flower that reminded him of you, chocolates, etc... 

-he’s actually a pretty great boyfriend because he views everything as a game, like, he wants to be WINNING the boyfriend game fam

-lets get into some fun smutty stuff

-real talk, boy gives me some lazy pillow princess vibes

-but he’s also pretty intense

-I think he’d favour balanced positions

-so spooning sex where he can have his arms around you

-he’ll let you ride it, in fact, loves to watch you ride him

-big watcher boy, loves having something pretty to look at

-mirrors could be fun

-he’s really down for most things

-not hella verbal, can dirty talk but prefers not to

-down for some good old fashioned choking, but won’t ever go too hard on you

-he’s a good switch, that’s my opinion on it

-but any control you have, you have because he’s giving it to you, so don’t forget that

-because all it would take is one sassy remark and he could flip you from behind on top, to being on your back, with your wrists pinned to your chest

-tease boy

-likes to make you shiver

-likes to make you beg for it

-wants you to be whining for him

-lazy, but Chishiya does enjoy power

-home made sex toys anyone? i mean, leave it to this dude to find a vibrator that works during the legit semi apocalypse (or whatever u want to even call the mess that is shadow Tokyo and The Games)

-if you’re super nice, he might let you wear his fun hoodies

-someone, ANYONE, mark this man’s neck up

-low key, as i’ve said, would want to keep your relationship pretty secret, so if you mark up his neck- boy is going to have some explaining to do

-maybe you can bring out the super dom Chishiya

-like... mad Chishiya? are we ready for him? I think not. 

-those collarbones- if you even tease and nip at them a little, man is going to grab your hair roughly, fight me on this

-finding lots of places to secretly hug and talk and kiss

-it’s hard for him sometimes to not stand next to you at meetings, because he wants to hold your hand : (

-soft boy

-get used to the sass master

-he’s.... well, he lies, he gaslights, he’s that kind of dude, but with you he sticks to white lies, catch him telling one and he’ll be impressed

-i’m not going to lie and say this would be sunshine and rainbows

-The Game makes trust difficult, especially because the heart games can be so brutal

-but once you both trust each other, fully, this is a power couple

-Chishiya has that confidence-

-honestly? good luck to all us Chishiya simps tbh

[elysianslove]

secrets that you keep; iwaizumi hajime 

synopsis; in which his best friend is secretly a camgirl. part 1, part 2 

pairings; iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader

genre; smut

trigger warnings; i highly recommend reading the first two parts before this. they’re only drabbles that introduce everything! anyways, this is absolute filth. don’t read this if any of the stuff mentioned could trigger you, please! masturbation, camgirl stuff, one mention of the word ‘daddy,’ self choking, degradation, humiliation, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, creampie, a lot of choking, accidental breathplay, not proofread unfortunately 

she knows. 

does she? 

it’s an ongoing inner battle he’s been having for weeks now, ever since he’d been directed to that trending video of yours. he sees you in his dreams, hears you loud and clear, moaning and crying for him, and worst of all, he feels you, so perfectly, against his, around him, and it’s overwhelming in the worst way possible. even maintaining eye contact is tiresome at this point. 

but he does wonder whether you know or not, more often than he should— were you deliberately calling out for him, in hopes that he’d find this video somehow? or had you said it because you’d assumed this is your safe place, that there’s no way he’d be able to find these videos? had it been a slip up? or, more accurately, multiple slip ups? what were the chances anyways, that it had been an accident, or unintentional, or intentional and he had been losing sleep over it, or that he wasn’t the hajime you were crying out for? 

his heard hurt. awfully. there’s already the constant worry of regulating his breathing around you and cleansing his thoughts of anything he’d seen of you the moment you meet, but this added dilemma is in no way helping. every day that you text him for a coffee date, or a night out after a rather stressful week, or a night in at your apartment, and he agrees, his mind diverts immediately to where it shouldn’t as soon as he lays eyes on you. and the worst part of it all is how aware he is of how wrong this is. he knows it’s wrong to choose the revealing shirt over the other when you ask him for his opinion, just because he wants that effortless glance at your cleavage. it’s also so wrong of him to give a higher rating to that obscenely short dress than that other, knee length one because of the way your thighs squeeze when you sit. it’s definitely wrong of him to offer clasping your anklet, the one he’d gotten for you, the one that had been the dead giveaway to your secret online persona, just because your legs feel so soft against the rough pads of his fingers, when he resists the urge to trail upwards, upwards, upwards—

it’s fucking ridiculous. 

he can’t believe just how deep of a rabbit hole finding one of your videos is, how it’s impossible to climb out and away, and even worse, how he keeps falling deeper. the one time he decides to jerk off to porn. it’s really ridiculous. 

about a week ago, three weeks after finding that video of yours someone had uploaded— which had been taken down because of copyright, and hajime personally thinks that’s fair, considering there’s a reason you pay people to watch your videos and look through your photos, otherwise you would’ve taken the liberty to post everything for free yourself— hajime gives in, and subscribes to you. it’s with a randomized account name, something he tried his very best to make as anonymous as possible, so that it would in no way lead back to him. he doesn’t check in on your account as often, also having taken the time to turn off notifications and not have anything sent to his email, and it’s mostly out of shame. he already feels dirty enough having seen this much of you, even more that he’s fantasized about you. he’s not about to make it worse for himself.

every once in a while, though, especially days where he’s sure he’s completely free of responsibilities, he logs on, and finds your page. it just so happens that tonight, you’re hosting a live stream. swallowing his pride and shame, literally so, he shifts on his bed, sitting up straighter, and clicks to join. 

he’d been a little late apparently, because you’re already bare, sitting on a chair. your legs are lifted up, knees bent and hooked over the chair’s arms, the camera angled to show everything, from your cute eyes to the flesh of your ass. there’s a vibrator in your hand, buzzing lightly as it hovers by your clit, dipping between your folds, sliding back up again to rub lazily at your clit. beneath you, on the chair, is a small damp spot, leaking from your cunt. hajime stops himself before his jaw falls slack at the sight of you, and instead, he clears his throat, gritting his teeth and watching carefully. 

you’re not so talkative during your videos, just exclamations of pleasure and (the most beautiful of) noises, so he hadn’t expected you to be during your lives. to his surprise, you are, and it’s filthy. 

whimpering lightly, you press the vibrator harsher on your clit, your other hand traveling up to squeeze at your breast. “m’so needy,” you admit with a soft pout, adding, “want you to tell me what to do, mmh.”

he’s assuming the ‘you’ is the audience, whoever’s willing to speak up, and it’s then that he notices the chat option. his eyes flicker curiously to it, hands twitching where they sit fisted at his lap as he sees the chat explode with orders and commands and suggestions for you. 

one writes, stuff urself full, and hajime gapes. 

another commands, wanna see u cry tn, and hajime privately agrees. 

someone else writes, gonna squirt princess? 

hajime’s hands twitch again, and he frowns, digging his nails into his palms. you’re ignoring all the suggestions, and it’s obvious because you’re reading through them, mouthing some of them, giggling at some, curiously gasping, ‘oh,’ at others, eyebrow quirking. the vibrator trails down to your hole again, and you experimentally dip it inside slightly, shivering visibly as the vibrations rush through you, and the moment he hears you moan so loud, he thinks, fuck it, and his hands reach for his keyboard. 

choke yourself. 

fuck, fuck, fuck, he did not just do that. 

his heart is racing embarrassingly fast beneath his ribcage, loud and pathetically deafening in his ears as he watches your eyes read through the rest of the messages, and you’ve stopped mouthing them, your eyes are widening— which one are you at now? are you just going to ignore him? why wouldn’t you? of course you—

“you’d like that, huh?” you teasingly slur, a lazy, cheeky grin painting your lips, your teeth biting down on your lower lip and your hand— your hand— 

it’s trailing upwards, upwards, upwards, until it finds its way around your throat, resting lightly, and just as he sees your fingers squeeze at the sides of your neck slightly, carefully, you pout at the camera, looking straight at him, and asking, “like this, daddy?” 

a low fuck wheezes past his lungs, and his hand quickly presses down at the bulge in his sweatpants, squeezing and rubbing at his clothed dick as he watches you, entranced. people watching you with him have taken to thanking him for the idea, and to praising you, calling you a good girl, cursing, rapidly typing out something along the lines of you’re so hot i wanna fuck you so bad, and god, hajime hates that he relates to something as stupid as that. 

your hips roll and your head falls back, hand not once leaving your throat. if anything, your grip tightens. you click on the vibrator, and the buzzing becomes louder, your moans with it, as if you were competing. you cry and gasp and sob, writhing in your own hold, your thighs tensing and your hole clenching around nothing as you harshly rub the vibrator against your clit. your cunt gushes and drips as you bring yourself closer to your orgasm, as you cry out a string of, “m’gonna cum, so close, so close!” and a mixture of lewd curses, until finally, you cum. you’re sent over the edge, legs swinging on the chair, high pitched squeals falling from your lips— which hajime can’t decide are real or not, or whether he wants them to be or not. you thrash and cry, tears, as promised to some other watcher, dripping down your cheeks. 

the last straw however, is your comedown from your high, sobs hiccuping and muscles twitching, eyes half closed and body limp as you mewl out, “hajime, hajime, hajime,” like you’re not even aware you’re doing it. like it’s subconscious. 

hajime swears again, a deep, low, “fuck,” and looks down to find a damp spot on his lap. he really came from barely any friction, all because of you. this really is as ridiculous as it gets. 

the next time he sees you, there are the faintest of bruises on your neck. it’s not so obvious that just anyone would notice, but ever since becoming hyperaware of everything that is you and everything that you do, it’s hard not to have them be the first thing he sees. to ensure that the atmosphere between the two of you remains easy, he flicks at your neck and tuts with a smirk, asking you jokingly if you were in your hoe phase. 

“so vulgar, hajime,” you sarcastically retort, teasing him. “you like calling me mean things?” and he has to avert eye contact because all his walls crumble so quick. 

it’s just the two of you tonight, in his apartment, all your other mutual friends having cancelled at one point or another. it’s not an unusual occurrence; more often than not, the two of you are alone. however, it’s been a while since you’d been alone, privately. a while meaning ever since hajime had discovered your side hustle of a sort. he hadn’t been purposely avoiding this— no, maybe he has, but to be fair, he’s still yet to recover from the initial shock. 

it also doesn’t help that since today had meant to be a relaxing night in, you’re dressed casual, but in the hottest fucking way possible. he hopes he hadn’t been blushing as hard as he thinks, and feels, he was, when you’d first stepped into his home. on your hips is a short, black skirt, flowing out to your upper thighs, where just above your knees start a pair of dark thigh highs, squeezing at your thighs and accentuating your legs as you strut around his apartment, feet bare of any shoes or slippers. he can’t decide whether it’s cute or just plain hot. somehow, with you, it’s both. your shirt is off the shoulder, a dark, navy blue bardot, and beneath it, peeking out to rest at your collarbones, is a black bralette. he can barely just see the intricate lace designs, but it disappears and dips beneath your shirt before he can see more of it. 

you’re spread out on the couch, laying along it on your stomach, a pillow tucked in your arms and beneath your head, your clothed legs bent and swinging up in the air. he sits right by you, thigh right by your head, his body as tense as ever. it’s impossible not to be you, not with you in such close proximity to him when only a few days ago he’d watched you make yourself cum, and had heard you whimper out his name after. who can blame him, really?

with your eyes trained on the screen, he hadn’t been expecting you to speak up. 

“iwa, what type of porn do you watch?” 

he nearly chokes, eyes widening as he spares you a glance. your legs continue to swing innocently, your eyes unmoving, your voice unwavering. the suddenness of the question certainly threw him off, but it’s your nonchalance that really shocks him. but, considering everything, it really shouldn’t have. 

“uh, what?” he offers weakly, wincing slightly at the barely there crack in his voice. 

you sigh, shifting to sit up. you plant yourself on your knees, spreading them apart slightly to get comfortable, and shrugging at him. “i’m just curious,” you say. “or,” your eyes squint cautiously, your head cocking to the side slightly, “do you not watch porn?” 

challengingly, his arms lift up to cross at his chest, and he doesn’t miss the way your eyes momentarily glance at the way his biceps bulge. it makes his confidence spike slightly, nervousness ebbing away. “what type of porn do you watch?” 

you gasp dramatically, joking, “take a girl out to dinner first, my god.” he laughs, relaxing lightly at the banter, before his eyes fall back to you. you inch forward curiously, cautiously, still on your knees. now closer to him, you ask again, “seriously, i’m really curious! confirm my suspicions for me.” 

“oh?” he quirks an eyebrow. “so you think you know?” 

at this, you offer him a knowing smile, eyes slightly half lidded. you’re somehow even closer now, leaning towards him with your hands resting on the small space between you and him in the couch, helping you in lifting yourself up slightly on your knees as you say in a low voice, “baby, i think everyone knows.” 

at the sight of you by his side, he feels himself shiver, and an idea invades his mind before he can even process it. “oh, do you now?” he’s not sure where this boldness is emerging from, especially with how cautious and shameful he’d been and felt for weeks now, but he accepts it either way, because the way you’re staring at him like that, he never wants to let it go. and although he wants to drag out this intense eye contact even longer, in order to do what he wants to do, he has to break it, reaching for his phone instead. unable to contain your curiosity, you peak over, watching with confusion as he types out a link. 

the blood drains from your face when you recognize your page on his browser, and he’s logged on— he’s subscribed. 

“what type of porn do i like to watch?” he wonders rhetorically. the phone is pushed aside, and he sits up straighter so that even on your knees, he looms over you. his eyes are skimming over you, along your body, up to your neck, to your lips, to your shocked, wide eyes. and just as his hand trails up to your throat, his palm resting at the base and one finger tapping lightly, he says, “the type where my favorite girl cries out my name when she cums for the world to see.” 

the hand around your throat—

“you,” you breathe out, and finally, finally, when your brain makes sense of everything, your body relaxes, sags against him, leaning more into him until his hand’s properly wrapped around your throat. 

with your mind hazing over, you reach over, and kiss him. 

he meets you halfway, as if having expected it, lips pressing harshly against his. his hand tightens as he pulls you closer, lifting you up slightly and bringing you closer to him as his mouth parts, breathing you in, and kissing you deeper, lewder. you shiver and gasp, hands grasping at his wrist and forearm, not to push him away but rather to urge him closer, as you kiss him back just as eagerly. it seems like hours, with his hand around your neck, tight and a daunting reassurance, and your lips wet and hot against his, but eventually, his hand slides down, the other mirroring it, finding their way to your waist, squeezing and bunching at the skirt as he, with complete and utter and shocking ease, lifts you up off the couch. 

you gasp as he stands up with you, your legs quickly wrapping around his waist as he pulls you to him. as he blindly walks the two of you to his bedroom, he breathlessly asks in between your kisses, “is this— you sure this is okay?” 

with a sharp tug at his hair, you jokingly spit out, “iwa shut up.” 

he tosses you onto the bed, allowing you a minute to strip yourself of your shirt while he slips out of his own, before quickly falling above you, caging you in with his arms as he kisses you again. “not iwa,” he quietly asks of you. 

for a moment you’re confused, before everything clicks again— your slip ups— and your legs lift up, wrapping around his waist and pulling his hips closer to yours just as you mewl out, “hajime, please.” 

god, he is way easier than he thought he was. 

his entire body shudders above you, one hand lowering to push at your skirt to grind his hips down against yours until his clothed crotch meets your bare cunt and— holy fuck, holy fuck. 

“fuck, you slut.” 

you gasp at both his words and the feel of his bulge pressing down against your clit, his lips meeting your neck instead. “you do like calling me mean things,” you say, and he scoffs, his hand traveling upwards to squeeze at your breasts instead. 

“you like me calling you mean things,” he notes, and you let out a muffled moan as he pinches at your nipples through the bralette, lips biting and sucking at your neck. 

“i do,” you pant, arching up into him. “i do, i do.” his hands are fumbling at your chest, and god, they’re so large, so big and warm and harsh, it’s fogging up your brain. 

“yeah, yeah, fucking whore,” he growls, pushing himself slightly on his knees, hands tugging at the bralette. his fingers dip past, gripping the fabric tightly, and as he says, “can’t fucking— take this shit— off,” he tears through it, knuckles whitening as he pulls it away from your body, or what’s left of it. the frills of the ruined bra fall off the edge of his bed, and he watches your wide eyes and gaping mouth follow it, so he grabs at your jaw, twisting your gaze away from it and grunting a low, “shut up.” 

you pull away from the kiss, breathing heavily as you say, “that was so fucking hot, hajime,” before kissing him again. he parts his mouth as you lead him to you again, tongue easily meeting yours. 

it’s a messy kiss as he slips himself out of his sweatpants, taking his boxers with it and discarding them somewhere in his room. his cock slaps against his stomach, a single string of precum messily staining his tan abs. your eyes are quick to gaze down, lips painted a dazzling grin as his hand finds his cock, squeezing at the head and smearing his precum along. 

“knew you were fucking big,” you gasp, eyes trained on him as he strokes himself above you, and he is. he’s so big, thick and heavy, and veiny and your mouth waters at how that’s going to feel when inside of you, stretching you out so good, so much better than any of the toys you had at home. “i thought,” a squeal hiccups out of you as both of his hands grab at your hips from beneath your skirt, one sticky and warmer than the other, “about you all the time.” 

your confession draws his attention, and when he’s pulled you close enough, two of his fingers trail to your cunt, quirking an, “oh?” just as he dips his fingers inside. the lack of resistance he’s met with is surprising, and he chokes out, “did you stretch yourself out before coming here? fuck yourself on some fake cock?” 

tightlipped, you moan, brows furrowed and back arched into him. god, his fingers were not enough. “yes, yes,” you gasp, head falling back. despite not needing to, he still fingers you, his thick digits fucking into you slowly, driving you insane by the second. “yes, i— pretended t’was you,” you whine loudly. at your words, he curls his fingers inside of you, twisting his wrist and pressing his palm directly on your clit. 

“do you always?” he lowly asks, dipping closer to you as he fucks his fingers deeper. his fingers were inside of you, the cunt he’d spent over a month marveling at through a screen, the pretty pussy his dick had drooled over for hours. you’re real, as real as ever beneath him falling apart, making a mess of your black skirt, drenching it with your arousal. 

you moan out a hum, nodding dumbly as his fingers vibrate with the intensity of speed inside of you, your toes curling in your thigh highs and face twisting to press into his mattress. “always,” you cry out, like a promise. “always think of you— hajime!”

it’s an unexpected orgasm, hitting you so fast and quick that it’s outright dizzying. it has you lifting your hips up into his fingers and palm, grinding and trembling, your legs falling and spreading open, shaking wildly by your side and above you as he fucks you through the orgasm. 

“hajime, hajime, hajime,” you chant, words trailing off into tiny sobs and shuddering breaths as your hips slowly fall back onto the bed, body still trembling with aftershocks. 

you’re fucked out beyond words already that you genuinely don’t feel a thing until he’s pressing inside of you, the fat head of his cock stretching you out. he’s really no match for your toys, and if seeing him hadn’t been enough confirmation, the feel of him pressing inside of you definitely is. he doesn’t ease himself in slowly, urgently grabbing the back of your thighs with either hand, keeping your legs spread for him as he bottoms out. 

“fuck, fuck, knew you’d feel so good,” he grunts, brows furrowed harshly as he digs his fingers deeper against the flesh of your thighs, forcing your legs closer to your chest, and somehow pushing himself even deeper within you. you whine and mewl, toes curling and uncurling and legs trembling. “knew it the moment i saw your pretty pussy creamin’ around that thick cock.” 

at the reminder that he’s watched and witnessed you, multiple times, that he’s subscribed to you willingly and curiously, you clench down around him. you feel him twitch inside of you, groaning loudly as he falls closer to you, your legs falling to his waist. 

“you like knowing i was watching you?” he sneers, his hand reaching up and gripping at your face, squishing your cheeks and forcing a pout on your lips. your eyes nearly fucking cross as he rams into you, his fingers digging into your jaw. “you like that i fucked my fist every night to you? to your pretty cunt and your pretty noises and your pretty face— yes, good girl, that one.” 

your eyes do cross this time, spurred on by his words, your tongue peaking out through the small gap he allows with how harsh he’s gripping your face. he’s pushing out little mewls and cries from you, but otherwise, you quite honestly feel braindead. 

“fuck, you’re a gorgeous little slut,” he gasps. “all mine to fuck and use.”

you’re quick to nod rapidly, whining and moaning for him as you grip at his biceps. you’re choking on your breath as you struggle to keep up with him while he fucks you into the mattress, so fucking hard and rough that you’re sure there’ll be an indentation of you once you leave. you can feel your cunt gushing, and you can hear it too, squelching loudly with every thrust of his hips, every time his cock fucks into you. your skirt feels sticky and gross, and so does the rest of you, but you’ve never, never, felt this euphoric, this blissed out. 

your stomach tightens impossibly, the tension gradually increasing as your walls tightly squeeze and clench at his cock. slowly and surely, the pressure within you increases, your hands flying to hajime’s arm, the arm whose hand grips your face, which quickly moves to your throat at your simple gasping warning that you were close. 

“gonna cum, gonna cum, hajime, fuck!” 

he tightens his grip, pressing harsher on the sides of your neck as your eyes shut tightly, your head falling back once more. 

“yeah, come on, show me how pretty you look cumming on a real cock,” he whispers by your ear, using the hand that’s around your throat to lift up your head, before roughly pushing it back down, squeezing tighter. “you like it this rough?— shit, shit, you’re tightening.” 

you scream, voice cracking and broken as he slams into you again, his hips grinding against yours momentarily, pelvis hitting your clit— and you’re gone, thrashing in his hold, fat tears streaming down your cheeks as you sob and heave, your body shaking uncontrollably beneath him, hips shaking as your orgasm rocks through you. it’s not a few seconds later that he’s spilling inside of you, accidentally pressing his palm down against your throat as he cums, blocking your airway momentarily. 

“hngh,” he gasps deeply, cock twitching inside of you as he cums, hips barely grinding. you’re gasping, a little painfully, struggling to take in any air as he blinks dazedly, before he finally takes notice. “shit, shit, i’m sorry.” 

his hand flies away from your throat, and you inhale sharply, coughing lightly as air fills your lungs all too suddenly. the strength of this man, holy fuck. 

“i’m so sorry; are you okay?” 

chest still heaving, you fall onto the bed, body relaxing as you try and regulate your breathing. “s’okay, i’m okay,” you reassure him, hands reaching up to pat at his cheeks and comb through his messy, sweaty hair. 

he leans forward, pressing a kiss to your forehead, and it’s so endearing that you nearly forget he’s still inside of you. but you feel the shift of his cock, feel his cum slowly start to ooze out of your cunt, and he winces from the oversensitivity, shifting away to instead pull out of you. his soft cock falls from your cunt, a steady flow of his cum following. hajime has to physically resist from reaching out to fuck it back into you. 

“i’m sorry i wasn’t careful ‘nough with the—“ he makes a gesture with his hands around his neck, “—the choking.” 

you laugh lightly, tiredly, hands slowly caressing at his sweaty biceps. “stop apologizing,” you reassure him again, shrugging with a small smile as you add, “just be more careful next time.” 

his breath gets caught in his chest, and he only softly exhales when he falls on the bed, to your side, carefully repeating, “next time.” 

from beside him, you lift yourself up on your side on your elbow, palm cradling your head, trying your best not to wince in pain. “hajime?” 

he spares you a glance as he mumbles, “hm?” opting to stare at the ceiling and contemplate whether what had just happened was real life or not. 

“do you wanna do a video with me?” 

he all but chokes. 

end note; please this took me like 4+ hours. please please please don’t flop, and more importantly, i really hope i don’t disappoint. i know this has been a long awaited piece, so i’m praying and hoping you guys love it. 

love you all, mwah <3 

[tabzanite]

The toxicity in this fandom/community needs to stop.

Jshlatt got doxed 8 times. People have tried to dox dream twice. Thunder1408/Jack Manifold took a break because of all of this as far as I’m aware. Wilbur Soot ended stream early because of chat.

The fact that I can go to a friend and say “Jshlatt got doxed again” and they wont even hesitate to believe me disgusts me. Its sad its a norm here.

All of its a bit. They all have personas. Learn how to separate their persona from the person. Learn how to respect the person. Learn how to be a decent person with morals and common sense.

Don’t send death threats to creators over bits. Its honestly sad I have to say it. Grow up.

And while we’re still on the topic, respect their goddamn boundaries. Before you write fanfiction or draw art see what they are okay with being drawn in or written as and what they are not okay with.

Example: Eret, Schlatt, Tommy, Tubbo, etc aren’t okay with shipping. Wilbur Soot doesn’t want to be put in NSFW works, as do many other people. Just because the dream team is okay with everything doesn’t mean the rest of the smp is. Do your research.

If a creator doesn’t wanna be treated a certain way, do no treat them like that. Tommy, Tubbo and Dream don’t want to be babied. Don’t treat them as such. nothing more to it.

While I’m still here it’d be best to say it, don’t shame creators for their body types or draw them completely wrong because of the excuse of “his mc skin”. Doesn’t work. Don’t shame Sapnap for being chubby, don’t shame Fundy for being skinny, don’t white wash Skeppy in art, etc.

You’re like fourteen. A creator is not going to date you. I don’t know why it has to be said. Do not send hate to the ladies or gentlemen they date. that is their life and its good enough they trust us enough to share that.

Don’t look for a creators personal info. Just don’t. Its disrespectful, its creepy, and it can even be dangerous for them in some cases. (cough cough dream cough cough) (there are many examples, I just think a good one is dream)

Don’t talk about other streams during a certain cc’s stream unless they ask. Don’t try to tell your streamer to do something else than what they are doing in their stream already? Don’t wanna watch a minecraft stream? Wanna see cc play among us? Switch streams. Watch vods.

My lovely og minecraft watchers out there, as someone whos watched mcyts for literal years, I think its time to say, do not send hate to newer watchers. Just because they started later than you does not make them a “fake fan”. 

One last thing to say. The fact that creators have to tell off their chats for being toxic so much disgusts me. Don’t try to derail a stream because of something another streamer is doing. Don’t say toxic stuff when a creator is doing a bit. DO NOT SEND THEM DEATH THREATS OVER SOME SORT OF BIT. Have respect and have common sense. Grow up.

I know this wont get to the millions of people in the fandom/community but, to those who it did get to, just have some respect and decency. Its not hard.

Lets try to do better guys. We need to.