#our first ping! :D

[disabilitypride]

Alt text: Five horizontal stripes, four of which are purple and the middle stripe is white. Purple is used as the awareness colour for lupus. At the middle of the flag is a stylized butterfly and its body is the shape of an awareness ribbon.

Lupus Flag

[ID: a flag with 5 stripes with a purple gradient getting lighter inwards towards the center white stripe. in the center of the flag is a white circle with a dark purple butterfly. the butterfly has a ribbon for a body. one of the spots on the butterfly's wings is shaped like a heart]

I couldn't find a lupus flag so I made my own 💜 anyone with any form of lupus is welcome to use it

it's purple with a butterfly because those are the awareness colors and symbols for lupus.

[luveline]

Would you write for Spencer with shy!reader? I feel like they'd be so cute together, neither of them would feel confident enough to make the first move until the team pushes them together probably

thank you for your request ♡ fem!reader

"Hi," Spencer says in a whisper. 

You look up, extremely relieved to see him, even if your tongue ties into tight knots whenever he's around. "Hi, Spencer. Is it only you?" 

Spencer takes the empty seat beside you. Your entire row at the back of the theatre is a line of unbroken, crimson velveteen, not a friend in sight.

"Yeah, I'm…" His lips quirk into a confused pout. "Not really sure where Garcia is. I was supposed to meet her on the way." 

"I was supposed to give Emily a ride, but she said Derek's bringing her instead." You rub your lips together, worried for your friends and feeling sorry for yourself; being alone with Spencer is agony, you like him that much. Sheepish, you hold out your popcorn bucket. "Popcorn?" 

It's huge to account for Emily and her light fingers. Spencer laughs under his breath, hurrying out of his jacket to take a handful. "Think you'll have enough?" he teases. 

You tuck your arms in tight from the rests so as not to touch him. His phone pings, drawing his bright eyed smile down to his lap. He clicks through the page and then leans over to show you what he's been sent. 

Hey garcia, I'm outside your apartment. :) 7:32PM

Spencer!! Going to be late!! Go without me, I'll catch up! <3 :) 7:33PM

I'm heading into the movies now, unless you want me to wait? 7:46PM

No, Y/N's in there go find her and save our seats!! 7:46PM

Then, another from Garcia. 

Change of plans Spencer, I can't come anymore Kevin threw out his back!! Give Y/N a hug for me :D. 8:09PM

You'll miss Penelope, but surely Derek and Emily are on their way. You frown at Spencer, as if to say, That sucks. The lights go down and the trailers start rolling, and things aren't as awkward as you imagined. Spencer whispers half facts and half jokes with his face inclined to yours, his breath warm where it kisses your ear. You giggle at him and, with startled pleasure, realise that anyone looking might think you were on a date. It's shameful how much you like that hypothetical. 

Your phone dings in your pocket. 

hey babe, me n Derek got waylaid by two hot blondes. be there as soon as we can ♡ 7:56PM

You're not nearly as scared to receive it as you thought. "Spence," you whisper, showing him your phone. 

He snorts. "Typical. Well, we'll be alright without them, yeah? I'll go get us some drinks and stuff before the movie starts." You dig for your purse, Spencer waves his hand. "I got it." 

He gets your favourite. You don't even have to tell him what you want. Your hands touch as he passes you your drink. You're about to say thanks, but the screen turns black before the movie title and age rating fills the screen. 

It only takes Spencer a solid forty minutes to work up the courage to take your hand. Eyes pinned to the screen, you let your fingers relax under his, his palm to the back of your hand and his fingers twining between yours. 

He leans over, and you think for sure he has a fact to tell you, some tidbit about the movie or how it was made. "Is this okay?" he whispers. You can hardly hear him. 

You turn your face, meeting his eyes in the dark. "Yeah. It's okay." 

He smiles (dreamily, so dreamily) and turns back to the movie. You do the same, the two of you wearing twin grins, his hand a steadying warmth. His thumb rubs the side of your pinky finger softly. 

From a row much further down, Emily hisses. "It's my turn with the binoculars." 

"They're holding hands!" Penelope croons. 

Derek looks up from the mouthful of nachos he'd been enjoying. "What? Let me see?" he says, snatching the binoculars from Penelope's hand.

"Twenty dollars says they kiss by the end of the night." 

"As if." 

"It's my turn!" 

[megs-1800]

The Fear Of Loosing You

Notes: Requests are open as usual. This is written from Mason's POV.

Summary: After you and Mason break up 6 weeks ago, he gets the dreaded call that you have been in a car accident. Are you gong to be okay? He has so many questions to ask you? Will you ever forgive him?

Pairings: Mason Mount x Reader

Word Count: 4.1K

Warnings: Fluff, Angst and mentions of car accident and injury

I parked my car up and walked quickly into the restaurant trying not to get wet from the torrential rain that is currently downpouring. As I walk in I see the large table with our own separate part of the restaurant where all the united boys are sat. We agreed to start to meet for dinner before the start for the season it’s a ritual.

Tonight though I really didn’t want to go, it’s the first time I have been out the house for a social occasion since the break up. We broke up 6 weeks ago and my heart still aches as much as it did the night you left. I am completely devastated since the break up, you packed all your things within a couple of hours and moved back to (your hometown) back with your parents. We haven’t spoken since, I have messaged you nearly every day which you never reply. You deleted all pictures of us on your socials and unfollowed me on everything, which made everyone talk. I do not blame you, I done the worse thing I could ever do to you, I cheated on you, I broke your heart which I broke my own heart in the process.

I have been struggling since you have left, I am trying to get my head around everything, get my head around being single again I hate it. We were together for 3 years, we were so happy. That was until I decided to go out that night and get drunk and make the biggest mistake of my life. Now I have to deal with the trauma of never having you again.

I sat down at the table and everyone is chatting away, I try and join in the conversation but my mind is distracted. I try my best to enjoy the evening. I am joining in with the conversation when I see my phone ring. It’s a number I do not recognise, I can see the start of it is a Manchester number but I decide not to answer it. That’s when I get the voicemail ping up, something in me tells me to listen to it now. I quickly escort myself away and listen to the voicemail. “Voicemail for a Mason Mount, I am calling from Saint Mary’s Hospital we have a patient here that you are registered as their Next of Kin so please do give us a call back at your earliest convenience so we can discuss their situation”. I was confused, everyone I am close to run through my head which no one made sense. Then it kicked it, it could be you? But why would you be in Manchester Hospital? You went back to your home town with your parents after the breakup so whats going on.

I quickly hit redial and called the hospital back, they answered after 2 rings which is good as I didn’t want to sit on hold. “Hello, I missed a call from you its Mason Mount”. They agreed and they said they would look into the record for me. My heart dropped at the next sentence “hello Mr Mount thank you for holding.. we have a y/n y/l/n here from what we believe she has had a car accident, she has lost a lot of blood. She has been in and out of surgery since she got here. She is currently in a stable condition but we are not sure about any further damage until she wakes up. The next 48 hours are going to be vital for her. We have been trying to get hold of her parents but there is no answer, so you are the next listed as her next of kin. We are not sure if you want to come down as she really needs someone to support her with the recovery”.

I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, I feel sick and suddenly become very dizzy. I need to sit down. Everything is running through my head I have to get to you. I quickly run inside, I didn’t even realise I was crying until one of the boys pulled me in making sure I was okay. I explained what happened and they all told me to go. They know how much I love you. As I am driving I must be breaking all the limits with how quick I was driving but right now I do not care I need to make sure you are okay.

As I run into the hospital I run upto the front desk, “Hey I am looking for y/n y/l/n” they stop and stare at me “omg you are Mason Mount! Oh my god! Oh my god! Please can we have an autograpgh”. I look at her with dismay. “Seriously?” I say shocked “No not right now, I need to go see her please can you tell me what room y/n y/l/n is in please?” I say with a bit more authority. “Are you family? Because we can only allow family in to see her at the moment due to her fragile condition”. Fragile condition how bad are you? “but on this occasion we will allow you to go in just please do not say anything because we will be in trouble”. The girls behind the desk giggle, I do not feel in a laughing mood right now, but at least my name actually done me a positive today. They provided me the number of your room and I basically run there, perks of being an athletic at least I can run up the 8 flights of stairs instead of waiting for the bloody lift without being too out of breath.

When I finally reach your room I open the door at the sight makes my heart shatter. You are all hooked up to wires. You are covered in cuts and bruises, your left leg is wrapped possibly broken or a sprain and your right wrist is the same. You are topless with a bandage covering your whole chest, that really must not be good. You look so broken, all I want is to put you back together. I quickly ran over to you and sit in the chair that is placed next to your bed, and put your hand in mine. I am a mess I can feel my heart beating erratically, I just need you to be okay. “Please be okay baby, please wake up baby. Please y/n I love you”.

I sit with you for a couple of hours, just looking at you all over. Even with you looking all battered and bruised you are still the most beautiful women in my eyes. Your doctor came in to do his checks. I stood away from you as he did his checks to give him space. I look down and play with my hair feeling so hopeless. “What happened doc? Is she going to be okay?”

The doctor gave me a sympathetic look “I believe she had a car accident, swerved off the road and I think the car must of flipped a couple of times by looking at her injuries. She has a fractured leg, sprained wrist, couple of bruised ribs and her lung collapsed. She had a lot of internal bleeding and she smacked her head a couple of times so until she wakes up we generally cannot determine how severe her injuries are. We wanted to run a couple of CT scans however we really do not like running those for women in her condition, so it will be best for her to wake up first for us to examine her.”. I am so confused at those words. “A women in her condition what does that mean? What because she is so fragile?” I asked the doctor.

The doctor shakes his head, “No we do not like running scans on those who are pregnant”, I am taken aback by that statement. “Wait she is pregnant?” I asked with concern in my voice. My next thought is about the baby “Is the baby okay? You know because of the accident”. This is when the nurse in the room buts in “The baby is okay from what we can see, she is still really early on in the pregnancy but the heartbeat seems stable and the scan showed no current concerns. Did you not know about the pregnancy? Did you know if she knew?”

“No I had no idea she was pregnant I cannot believe it, she might of known but we haven’t been on the best terms recently so I am not sure if she knows I am sorry.” The nurse gives me a reassurance smile. “Visiting times are almost over however if you want to stay tonight we can get you a fold out bed so you can sleep here? She will need someone here once she wakes up” I nod at response to her question. I haven’t slept next to you in just over 6 weeks, I cannot believe your pregnant. Is it mine? Did you know? What were you doing in Manchester? Where you coming to tell me? All these things are rolling through my head. Once the nurse brought the bed in, I set myself out. It really wasn’t a comfortable bed but it was nice laying next to you, with your hand in my mine. My head is a mess, once the nurse leaves I left all my tears roll out as I slowly close my eyes. My mind goes back to the day we broke up.

I finished training early to come and surprise you, I even went to buy some flowers for you on the way home. I love seeing your smile and I know you love the little things like this. As I walk through the door, I was expecting to see you greeting me at the door, or see you singing away as you are doing things around the house, but today I am met with silence. Something felt wrong. As I walk into the living room I look at you and can see the tears in your eyes, by the look of your puffy eyes you have been crying a little while.

I quickly put the flowers down and sat by your side “whats wrong baby? Is everything okay?” I went to put my arms around you to comfort you, but as I do this you wiggle away from me and just stare straight into my arms. You look so vulnerable and scared, I am worried with what has happened. It must have been something bad for you to be in this state. “Please tell me its not true?” which I can hear the worry in your voice.

“Whats not true?” I say acting dumb, surely you cannot know. There is no way you can know. “Where did you stay the other night?” You choak out, I can see you really struggling to get your words out as you are focusing more on your breathing. “what do you mean? What night?” I am still trying to act dumb, I knew exactly what you were talking about.

“The night you went out to get drunk, you said you bumped into Jaz and ended up staying with her. I was just on facetime to her, and summer was saying how she was so excited to see you as she hasn’t seen you in ages, when I said that you stayed there the other night she was confused and said you didn’t stay and said I was silly”. Shit I thought I have been caught.

“Summer wouldn’t of seen me, I was up before Summer left that’s probably why.” I say pleading trying to defuse the situation. I hoped you couldn’t see through my lie. “well you text me at midday to say you were leaving so Summer would of seen you surely. This isn’t making sense Mason”. I can see the tears slowly streaming down your face, I can see you adding it all up. “I- um- I-um” I wasn’t sure what to say I have been caught in my lie.

“The thing is Mason, after this I logged into your emails and I saw an email receipt for a hotel that night.. I wouldn’t be too worried about that but why lie to me about staying with Jaz if you got a hotel? See I thought this was really weird so I logged onto your Instagram I know I shouldn’t of but I knew you would lie like you are now. That’s when I saw the messages Mason, from that girl thanking you for a sexy night, and you telling her to keep it quiet, and her asking for money to keep quiet, which you fucking paid Mason. You  rather pay her that stupid money then tell me the truth! You are a fucking coward Mount!” Your sadness has now turned to anger.  I can feel your heart breaking.

“3 years Mason, 3 fucking years! And you just cheated on me seriously!, I-I-I cannot believe it”. You are now in full on tears, I don’t even know what to say, I just wanted to take it all back. The way you are breaking because of me, I cannot believe I have been so stupid. “I-I am sorry y/n, it was a mistake. We had that fat argument and then you said that if I walked out the house then do not bother coming back. I thought I lost you, I-I went out with the guys I was smashed. When I woke up in the morning I woke up next to this girl. I don’t even remember the night. Please it meant nothing to me” I am pleading now, I will do anything to make it okay. “The thing is Mase, she meant enough for it to ruin our relationship” You gave me a small sad smile. “and you had the nerve to hide it from me. I know we fought but I sat here all night alone crying hoping you would come home to sort it out, while you were there fucking another girl. I guess I just cared more about the relationship then you do”.

You stood up and start walking towards the door, I quickly run to reach you. As I am stood eye to eye with you I am not sure what to do. I quickly grab you and push my lips to you with force trying to force you not to leave. You push my away and give me a small slap across the cheek which makes me back away. “I love you y/n please don’t do this” I say sobbing. “I didn’t do this Mase, you did. You and the girl did this, you broke us.” I hate myself so much how have I lost her. “Please y/n I will do anything to make this better. Please do not leave me, I will get on my hands and knees and beg please” I have now lost all pride and kneeling in front of you grabbing your hands, begging for you not to leave. I can see the tears streaming down your face which I am sure you can see the tears staining my face as well. I am a mess. You shake your head. “Please Mase don’t do this, if you love me you will let me go” at this I start crying more, this puts me in a dilemma because I love you more then anything but I do not want you to go. I know I have to let you leave, I did this I need to let you go. I let go of your hands and stand up so we are facing eachother again. I can see you are trying to control your breathing to stop you from hyperventilating. You nod and can see you sniffling trying to compose yourself. “Thank you.. I will get someone to come and grab my stuff. Goodbye Mase.”

I watch you walk out the door as I can feel my heart shatter, I cannot believe that I have just lost you like that. That was the last time I saw or spoke to you. I tried to message you but you always ignored me. I haven’t spoken to you in 6 weeks.

I am woken up to the sound of you choking, as I slowly open my eyes and adjust them quickly to the bright light I quickly remember where I am. I quickly shout for a nurse who comes in and removes the tube out of your throat and she explains to you what has happened. You look so scared, you were always so brave and at this time seeing the pain in your eyes, shatters me I just wish I could take all the pain away. As the nurse leaves, you try and say something but your mouth is so dry it comes out raspy. I quickly grab you the glass of water on your side and put the straw to your mouth, I watch as your swallow the whole glass.

“What are you doing here Mason?” I was pretty much excepting that to be your first question. “They called me, they said they tried to call your parents but there was no answer so they rang me as I was your registered next of kin as well”. You nod your head and look at your body assessing your wounds. You try and sit up and wince, I am quick to respond “Are you okay? You in pain I can go get the nurse? I can get them to give you more pain meds? Did you want help sitting up?” I blurted out. “whoah, that’s a lot of questions. The nurse said a minute ago I am on the highest pain meds so I do not think they going to give me anymore. But yes please if you could help me sit up that would be amazing”. You say trying to give me a smile but due to the injuries on your cheek you cannot smile too wide. I nod and wrap my arms around your back and slowly lift you up the bed trying my hardest to be as painless as possible.

Once you are seated in bed, I take the seat next to you. “What do you remember? What happened y/n? Why are you in Manchester?” I see your body start to stiffen as you are reliving the memory of what happened. “I-uh-I-Uh umm my parents are on holiday which is why they didn’t answer the phone, which I am glad they didn’t answer otherwise they would already be on the flight home by now” you give a small giggle which I can see hurts your chest. “I have something I needed to speak to you about, I thought if I messaged you out the blue or rang you, you would want to talk then and I would chicken out. So I thought if I just turned up at your house then I wouldn’t be able to back out. It was so wet and such a hard drive. I was literally only 10 minutes away from yours when the car skidded, I lost complete control and next thing you know this car crashed into the side of me. The car flipped a couple of times, then I woke up here”. I can see the tears roll down your face, I can see the fear in your eyes are you telling it back. I quickly stand up and wipe your tears away with my thump as I cup your face. “I guess I still have that thing to talk to you about”.

“I know” I responded, which I looked at the confusion on your face. “What do you mean you know?” you ask.

“When the doctor came in to explain about your condition to me, they explained they did not want to do a Scan due to your ‘condition’. They told me you are pregnant? Is it mine?” At that last part, I see your eyes get wide you look angry. “Are you serious Mount! You are the one who cheated not me. Its been 6 weeks of course I haven’t been with anyone else. I don’t know what you have been doing since we broke up, but I definitely haven’t been sleeping around. I cannot believe you Mason that you really think the baby isn’t yours and agrrr shit”. I hear you wince in pain as you grab your side. My face suddenly softens as I suddenly stand up, hoping you will give me an idea on how I make you feel better. I grab your wounded hands in mine. Your eyes look up at me this time a lot softer “Is the baby okay? Did it get hurt?” You say looking down at your stomach and slowing rubbing it. “No.. our baby is a fighter. They said the heartbeat is strong and everything looks okay at the moment”.  I watch the relieve in your face as I confirm the baby is okay.

“I know what happened between us, and whatever you want to do about us is completely your choice. But I promise you I will be here for this baby, I always wanted you to be the mother of my child and knowing you are bringing my first child into this world. Wow I couldn’t love you more if I tried y/n. Please let me be a dad, please let me be here for you both because I know I let you down, but I promise I will never let our child down, and I will spend everyday making it up to you. Please just give me a chance please.”

As you begin to answer the nurse comes in “hiya.. sorry to interrupt. I just want to let you know miss y/l/n that you and baby are doing well. There are no internal injuries which is good. We want to keep you for a couple of nights for observation but you should be free to go within the next couple of days. The only thing is you need to be released to someone, we cannot let you go home on your own due to the head injury. I am not one to gossip but I know you two are not together anymore, but are you going home with him or do you need us to call someone else for you?” I see you look at me not knowing what to answer. Your parents are away and I know you do not have many other close people to call. Of course you are coming back with me.

“She is coming home with me, I can look after her”. I said with authority. Which the nurse looks at you for conformation which you nod and she gives us a smile and walks away. “Thank you Mase, but honestly it will be fine. I will call my sister or something. I do not even have any clothes or anything. I didn’t pack a bag to come, I just kind of got in the car and drove. Honestly its fine, I need to go home”.

“Stop y/n, you are in a lot of pain, I will take care of you. I will buy you everything you need. I will bring you my clothes to wear as I know you will be comfortable in them for now. Please you know it makes sense, I am not far from the hospital. Then when you get a bit better and your parents are back from holiday then I will drive you home okay, please y/n you know it makes sense.”  I watch you contemplate the options which you know this is the best one.

“Okay thank you Mase”. I smile and explain that I am just going to pop home to get changed as I am still in my outfit from yesterday and grab some bits for you. You stop me as I am leaving. “Mase this doesn’t change anything, just because I am helpless right now and carrying your child doesn’t take back what happened. You still cheated, you still broke my heart Mase. I love you more then anything but I need to protect myself.” I nod agreeing with you. “I know baby, just you focus on resting up and getting better and building the best home for our bubba okay. Our relationship stuff will still be here tomorrow okay.” I wink at you, which you lay your head back on the bed.

As I walk out the hospital, I feel a sudden sense of everything. Relief that you are okay, excitement for the baby,  anticipation of what is going to happen between us. But for now, you and baby are okay and you are coming home with me that’s all I could want for now. All I need to focus on is winning you back. How hard could that be?

You can read Part 2 here

[lycanlupins]

┌─ “ „ EYES LIKE SKY ─┐

Roy Harper x F!Reader - Chapter 1

Cam Girl Au! [+18]

Sex toys, D&S elements, controlled orgasm, pet names

AN: im kinda back?? idk im trying this out because i really like writing again 🥹 lmk if y’all like this!! remember to like + rb + leave a comment if you enjoyed it!! Anyways, enjoy Chapter 1!!

You heard a familiar ping come from your laptop, a sign that everything was up and working on your end.

“Great…” you sigh and roll your eyes, “Time for another show.” You’re a cam girl, and a pretty successful one at that, but it never failed to make you rethink your career path when you logged in at the same time every night like clockwork. You didn’t have a specialty so to speak but you did have a specific clientele, so you did what you do best; angle your camera, adjust your lingerie and press the glaring red go live button to start your show.

[r0binhood]: how’s our favorite girl?

[seraphicsiren]: tired, been pretty low energy lately but i’m ready to please as always!

Your number one fan, r0binhood, was finally there and that meant you’d be taking home at least $100 that night.

[r0binhood]: good, hopefully that means you have all of your toys charged ;)

Gag. He was probably some creep in his 50’s, rubbing one out on his wrinkly cock while you talk him through it but fuck it, his money was a nice cushion while you got back on your feet at the new apartment you were renting.

“Hi boys, let’s start shall we?” You purred, pushing the straps of your nightgown down ever so slowly just to tease your viewers. Suddenly you hear a familiar notification, your first tip of the night. A few tokens here and there from desperate men trying to get your attention but you knew better. You knew if you wanted the real money, you would wait for him.

r0binhood has sent you 50 tokens.

There it is. You push down your nightgown, exposing the lacey bra underneath, a slew of tips flooding your notifications once more. They never got to see your face, it was your one rule, and it kept the mystery alive for them. You won’t have a breach of privacy and they can imagine you look like their wildest, wettest dreams.

[r0binhood]: private show?

[seraphicsiren]: you know the rules, private shows are 500 an hour.

He wouldn’t, you knew better than to expect a man to buy that sort of time on one of your shows. Sure, you may make a few hundred per show along with your other forms of income but a private show? In your dreams. You were asking $25 an hour for your time, it wasn’t much but most men would tune out then and there.

r0binhood bought a private show.

The screen went blank, no notifications to be had and then an empty chat popped up.

[r0binhood]: hi princess. just thought i’d spoil myself and see what you can do for me with the time we have here.

You were used to entertaining multiple men, and sometimes others, at the best of times on your streams. This was scary, this was something you were completely foreign to.

[seraphicsiren]: you have an hour of my time to tell me to do whatever it is you’d like. my attention is all on you.

Your hands were shaking, sweaty, and clammy at the thought of performing for one person. You had been intimate in the past, that wasn’t the issue, he was paying for you to please him this time. And while yes, you knew what he liked more or less, he was still someone completely stranger to you.

[r0binhood]: why don’t you start off with the bullet, don’t take anything off, just use the bullet on yourself.

You grabbed the compact vibrator from your nightstand, flipping the switch to the on position as it came to life with a whirring sound. Most often than not, you were in control of the speed and rhythm, but tonight he had tricks up his sleeve.

r0binhood redeemed 300 tokens for bullet control.

Shit. You begrudgingly sent the link for a 10 minute session on your vibrator.

[seraphicsiren]: use those 10 minutes wisely

[r0binhood]: i’ll only need 5

An immediate slow vibration started against your clit, sending a wave of pleasure through your nerves.

“Fuck…” you moan under your breath. Usually men like him would spend their 10 minutes of control on the highest setting, they never knew what you liked. They thought all women must like a high intensity session when it just felt boring to you, but you faked orgasm after orgasm when they were in control to make them feel better.

Not this time. No, this man knew what he was doing, he slowly upped the intensity until he heard that hitch in your breathing, the one that indicated that it must have felt good.

“Mmnh…that feels so good, christ…” you lolled your head back, rutting against the vibrator and a pillow under you for better friction. He must have noticed the way you were reacting because he immediately switched up the intensity for a split second to grab your attention.

[r0binhood]: needed your attention sweetheart, i want your eyes on me, i want to watch you come undone.

This man… he commanded his attention, and he commanded it well. Why was this man behind the screen making you feel horny for some god forsaken reason? Was it the dominance? The control he had over you at this moment? Fuck it, you didn’t care, it just felt so damn good.

Another minute passed before he grew bored of the intensity, turning it up a setting or two.

“Shit!” You squeaked, panting like a dog at the feeling between your legs. You were soaking, dripping all over your pretty red sheets and pillows, grinding down for some semblance of friction against your puffy, needy cunt.

Soon enough, the setting he was at was beginning to make you see stars. Babbling nonsense and a string of curses as you kept humping your pillow like a horny teen until—

“SHITSHITSHIT!” You felt that tight coil in your stomach pop, squirting all over your sheets and everything within a small distance of you. You wanted to collapse, you could feel your legs turn to jelly as you tried to crawl back to your laptop.

[seraphicsiren]: 5 minutes…left…

You knew he was chuckling behind his screen, because how the fuck did he get you to squirt on camera with just him in control.

[r0binhood]: i’ll let you be for tonight, here’s the rest of my tokens. i’ll be back tomorrow night if you’re online. see ya princess.

r0binhood tipped 1000 tokens.

Not long afterwards you ended your stream, too spent and shocked to continue for the night. You shut your laptop, cleaned your bed and made a beeline for your kitchen.

“How the fuck did he do that…” you racked your brain for the amount of times you had actually cum on stream. You could count the times on one hand and now make that two hands. You were still throbbing, rubbing your legs together while you washed some dishes in your sink. You never noticed the window in your kitchen was facing another occupied apartment until just now.

“Huh…wonder who lives there.” You watch the light from their tv flicker different colors. Suddenly you see movement, someone getting closer to the window. Holy fuck.

He looks directly at you, a smile wide on his face as he waves and opens his window. You were awestruck for a moment, he was gorgeous. Not in a model way but something different. He was rugged and manly but still somehow read as boyish. After a few moments you join him in opening your window, leaning out ever so slightly.

“Hi! I’m Roy, nice to see a friendly face across the way for once!” He shouted.

“I’m Y/N, I’m guessing this place was empty for a bit?”

“Yeah, this isn’t really the nicest building around but it's got charm! What do you say we meet for coffee sometime? I haven’t met anyone around my age in forever.”

“Yeah! How does tomorrow morning sound?”

He smiles a toothy grin. God he was cute, missing a tooth by his right canine and light ginger stubble littered his chin. He nodded while you were busy taking in every feature of his face and he chuckled.

“Hey, get some sleep, you look out of it.” He shook his head, still smiling from ear to ear. You couldn’t tell if you were throbbing from the mind numbing orgasm you had earlier or if his kind smile had your brain in a tizzy, either way you needed to take care of that feeling before bed. You finished up dishes in the kitchen, closed your window and headed straight for the cum soaked bed.

You were honestly too tired and too horny to care so you grabbed the nearest towel and dropped it on top of your sheets. You could worry about that in the morning, right now you needed sweet relief. And with your final spur of energy you grabbed your dildo and got right to work at the thought of that hot ginger across the hall.

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The Second Floor

SNF's Domain

George and Sapnap do not live on the first floor with Dream, and they instead live upstairs! Their area features 8 rooms:

The Ping-Pong Table Room

George's Office

George's Bathroom

George's Bedroom

SNF's Hallway

Sapnap's Room

Sapnap's Bathroom

Sapnap's Office

The Ping-Pong Table Room

Right up the stairs is the iconic ping-pong table room! It features, of course, a ping-pong table, which has caused many fights in the Dream Team house (as told by Sapnap). It features yet another Christmas tree, as well as many sitting areas.

The Ping-Pong Table Room is adjacent to the Guest Wing, George's office, and the Fan Room.

The Fan Room

A testament to their success, the fan room is right next to the Ping-Pong Table room, so they can always come up here and see the huge impact they've had.

It's covered head-to-toe with artwork, letters, plushies, and more! It's lovely to see that the Dream Team adore their fans as much as we adore them.

George's Office

Our favorite vlogger, George's office (and area) is at the top of the stars! It's still cluttered, but he's been slowly decorating it over the past two years.

In his most recent stream with Sapnap, fans noticed the new shelf containing all his trophies (and quartz elephants!).

George's Bathroom

George's bathroom is a typical full-bath, with a nice shower, tice toilet, and sinks. All his towels are black (typical for the Dream Team), and there isn't any art on the walls.

However, in the recent "Titan vs. 20 Hiders" video, some may have noticed that George's toothbrush is blue! Which tracks since it's his favorite color :D

George's Bedroom

George's bedroom is a bit smaller than Dream's, but that's the way he likes it! He has the only bed in the house without a headboard, and he still has the blackout curtains from the "I Met Dream" video.

George's room has an air purifier and is vacuumed often because he's allergic to the cats :( but he still lives in Florida because he loves his friends.

SNF's Hallway

There's not much to say other than it's a hallway. There's a bunch of cat toys, Milo and Naomi's bowls, a shelf, and more.

Sapnap's Room

Sapnap's room is right next to George's! I can't even imagine the fights that happen because of noise complaints askdnckanscdk.

He also has a TV and has a small closet, unlike George.

And, in my opinion, it's the most tastefully decorated bedroom.

Sapnap's Bathroom

And then, there's Sapnap's bathroom.

It has the litter box for the kitties as well as the usual stuff for a full-bath.

It's rather cramped as a space, but if Sapnap likes it, that's his prerogative.

Sapnap's Office

Now Sapnap's office is awesome! Ever since he's remodeled it, it's been absolutely cozy and comfortable.

He even has a little panda on the couch IRL! We couldn't simulate it in the Sims, so we put a little bear with a heart :D

The Guest Wing

The Guest Wing is entered via the Ping-Pong Table room, and it has 10 rooms:

Four bedrooms

Four bathrooms

Laundry Room

Hallway

We will not show every single room since that would be redundant, but here are some screenshots below:

You will find creators like Awesamdude, Skeppy, and BadBoyHalo residing here :)

You can find the first floor layout here

[discord-lurking]

Dungeons and Daddies Wiki Drama: A Greek Tragedy Told through the Medium of Forum Posts (Part 1)

Prologue

Greek tragedies are typically formatted in three or more acts interspersed with choral interludes, beginning with a prologue, and ending with an exodus. In these, protagonists often meet their downfall due to their fatal flaw, or hamartia: the ways in which the protagonists are their own undoing. Our own human failings are the things that bring us the most pain.

When considering a three-act Greek tragedy structure for this, my first thought was to use the Oresteia as a framing device, a trilogy of plays written by Aeschylus about Agamemnon's family in the aftermath of the Trojan War. Upon reflection, though, the themes of the Oresteia (revenge vs. justice, perpetuating a cycle of violence, honor and punishment) didn't quite fit the story I was trying to tell.

No, this is a classic tale of hubris: excessive pride and its ultimate downfall.

After all, what position could come with more power than that of wiki moderator for a Dungeons and Dragons podcast series?

Act One: The Beginning of the End

The D&Dads wiki has historically been... unhelpful, at best. (Source: Myself.) Trouble had been brewing for a long time.

Forum posts from spring 2022 began noting issues cropping up around the wiki. First, it was a complaint about anonymous users "disrupting" the wiki (specifically on Jodie-related pages) while also fixing mistakes in articles.

I'm unsure what specific "disruptions" were meant, but the proposal to ban anonymous users didn't garner much traction.

March 21st, 2022:

After little activity for months (only one forum post, related to infoboxes), wiki user TwoRatner had a radical proposition: wiki migration.

December 17th, 2022:

TwoRatner suggested an alternate platform that would have different editing options, then made a potentially-prophetic statement: the wiki might be cursed.

This warning went unheeded.

December 27th, 2022:

Ten days after the migration suggestion, TwoRatner came back to ask if there were any recent changes. This went unanswered for months until new user Penguinwithafancytophat reported adding art to character pages (including Glenn, a main season 1 character since the start of the podcast in 2019, who incredibly might not have had any official art on his wiki page before March of 2023).

Spring of 2023 seemed to bring along a revival of the wiki, with new editors coming in, engaging with the forum, and attempting to make suggestions on how to improve wiki organization.

March 31st, 2023:

May 27th, 2023:

July 17th, 2023:

October 2nd, 2023:

Interestingly, the only administrator seen to be interacting with these enthusiastic new editors? Gaycowboyrats. Let's put a pin in that.

Enter: the drama.

It started out simple enough- a forum posts for administrators to discuss changes that needed to be made.

November 3rd, 2023:

76 replies.

Seventy. Six. Replies. Each deeply interesting in its own way.

However, this is a Tumblr post, not an Hbomberguy video essay, so I'll keep it brief.

The discussion started out as one might expect a wiki admin discussion to start:

Mods discussed blocks, deleting stub pages, spam, etc. Standard wiki business.

The first reply to ping my interest:

Removing cast pages from a wiki about their work seemed like an odd decision, in my non-wiki-editor opinion, but the last line is what really stuck out: "Besides, I hate the idea of someone vandalizing the pages to defame them."

Several questions arose for me:

Was this a known problem? Were people constantly vandalizing cast pages?

Would a vandalized fandom wiki page really defame somebody?

Isn't the point of wiki editing to remove vandalization on articles?

The administrators began to stand out to me as deeply invested in a very specific sense of wiki justice.

Users TwoRatner, Brazil86, and TheOneTrueGod41 agreed with Honic's take.

Another thing to ping my interest: these users seemed to share a similar odd, slightly stilted, writing style. Almost Tommy Wiseau-esque.

Brazil86 expressed optimism about users engaging with wiki pages, something that would begin to set them apart from other administrators.

As I read, themes began to emerge: wiki justice, and incongruous one-liners.

Quoth Honic Washington: "I just found a wave of nonsense fish. My backyard is full of them. Hey, TOTG41, do you like jazz? I like jazz."

Truly, modern poetry.

Administrator Marth8204 suggested giving people more time. More time for what? Unclear. It seems a plan was afoot.

TwoRatner came in with a hot take: "I feel like we need a community more right now, than adding links that people can search for in the search bar."

Brazil86 agreed: Changing the navigation was less important than getting people editing and making friends.

Another theme began to emerge: wiki community as more important than wiki functionality.

Gaycowboyrats had some (incredibly reasonable) objections to this, pointing out that the wiki was a resource for many visitors who might not participate- something that is generally true of wikis as a form of content.

Honic Washington responded to this, the signs of wiki-related stress beginning to show.

Honic posts a long rant about the thankless task of moderating a wiki, which goes largely unacknowledged.

Notable TwoRatner quotes:

"You can't crack open a few omelets without punching a few egg-rolls."

"Now Freddie will get more money. What do you all say? I think I helped quite a bit."

Another theme emerges: discontent in the wiki moderator ranks.

Honic reaches full Joker mode. Again, this goes largely unacknowledged.

Honic: "I am leader. I am a painter! Keep your rules. Keep your status. Keep your friends."

"Keep your status"- words that will reverberate throughout the rest of this tale.

The final theme? Wiki moderator status, and the maintenance of it.

After Honic's bomb drop, conversation about regular wiki moderation continued, with mods considering the addition of a bot to make edits.

Admin Discussion Zone, first started by Honic Washington, ends not with a bang but with a whimper.

Over nearly a year of forum posts, patterns emerged.

Firstly- users attempting to engage in the wiki, wiki administrators not engaging with these new users, then wiki administrators bemoaning the lack of user engagement.

The notable exception was Gaycowboyrats, the only wiki administrator to engage with new users in the forums. Gaycowboyrats, the administrator whose (incredibly reasonable) suggestions ended with Honic Washington's villain-esque monologues and denouement as a moderator.

Secondly- administrators putting forth large-scale, drastic solutions to real or perceived wiki problems. This includes Cheesoid4 wanting to ban anonymous users, TwoRatner suggesting site migration, Honic deleting cast pages to prevent vandalism, and more to come.

Thirdly- wiki administrators seeming to share similar styles of speech and occasional non-sequiturs. Interestingly, this mainly seems to include the wiki administrators who agree with each other.

Funny how that happens.

Chorus

Stay tuned for Part 2, where the forum drama really starts to heat up.

[lesbianp1lled]

did you see that viral twitter thread exposing chappell roan as a fakebian lol? I mean wbk but glad the info went mainstream. her fellow fakebian bis in the comments telling real lesbians to kill themselves for defending our homosexuality by saying we'd never go around sleeping with and falling for men, writing heartbreak songs about them leaving us.. these bis foaming at the mouth at the very existence of gold star lesbians calling us a 'creepy antiquated concept'. they hate actual lesbians so much while pretending to stand for us, it's sick. like sorry that you're a bihet who 'used to be' man-crazy (in their own words) and had to bed 17 nigels before realizing d*ck is disappointing. it has nothing to do with lesbianism though. we don't need to eat sh*t to instinctively realize it is disgusting not tasty. if these women were proud febfems who admitted they prefer women mainly because most het men are misogynists and piv sex is infamously dissatisfying for women then I'd be the first to commend them. but no, they choose to larp as lesbians just like their new idol roan. bet she's gonna get a boyfriend in like 5 years max when she gets tired of pretending, most bi women move like that even if they pretend to prefer women. and then we're left with even more lesphobic heteros, particularly het males who fetishize 'correctively' r*ping lesbians using her as an excuse for the despicable claim that female homosexuality doesn't exist in the first place, because look, 'even the most famous lesbian loves d*ck'. how can you Not be biphobic when that's how they treat us.

It is so apparent when she is writing heartbreak songs for men that she did have feelings for them. And the way she wrote an album mainly about men then said it’s a sapphic album! Gross. And then playing into the drag queen thing when she started to get popular just cements to me she is trying to appeal to the queers but us lesbians just ain’t buying it for a second

[decemebercircus]

Ping list : @jellypouches , Also tagging @shironakuronatasa, @m1dnight-artisan, and @happydeertraveler because they requested it. You will be tagged for all the parts. (There are two left)

If anyone else wishes to be pinged I will reblog this in the near future. Let me know in the comments section so you can be tagged on the reblog on Tumblr.,

This is only part 1 so be warned there will be future pings.

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Don't Blame Me, Love made me Crazy (if it Doesn't You ain't Doing it Right)

Based on Tumblr posts by Ventique18 concerning Malleus and a father's day joke.

I am a bit late but here is the promised fanfiction of Malleus's response.

First of as much as I like Malleus's character I'm not ( in my personal opinion) very good at writing him. However I decided to wing it since I said I was gonna do this story anyway.

Credit to @ventique18 on Tumblr ( I forgot your AO3 name I apologize).

Malleus x Yuusona even though I'm no good at those type stories.

Likewise chapter 1 of this fic is short and has no NSFW content. But chapter 2 will have sexual content so be warned.

Inspired by: Father's Day tease by Ventique18

Alternative Response here

STORY:

"Good morning Tsunotaro... Happy Father's Day!" Andromeda smiled at him. Her cinnamon brown skin, especially her hands, looked like it had golden glitter on it. Today she was wearing her birthday gift from last year: a dark indigo dress with bishop sleeves and a asymmetrical mermaid style skirt that trailed on the floor. The rounded, puffy cowl layer at the waist also had the pale green vine detail. She sat on a chair and made herself comfortable.

He paused as if mentally saying "MalleusDraconia.exe has stopped working due to an error. Would you like to restart?"

It was a meaningless joke, even given they were in an intimate relationship. But they loved each other enough to appreciate each other's efforts to be ~~shameless~~ a playful tease. She was about to drop her punchline, when she was stopped by his astonished face.

Correction: astonished face decorated with a single tear down his cheek.

"oh-- No, I-- I didn't intend for you to tear up-- It's--only" she started.

Malleus knelt in front of her clasping her hands: "Are you pregnant?"

'Ah fuck…'

She began chuckling awkwardly: "Haha, Now listen, I--"

"That's good! I'm not alone in the world anymore. Though I have my grandmother, there has always been a nagging emptiness inside me that I could not fill."

Well, that was heavy. Panic welled in her chest. She felt completely torn, so much, she was sure she had a headache. Because she was, in fact, not pregnant.

"Perhaps it's simply overcompensating for being orphaned, but I've always wished for a family of my own. Wished, and despaired. Despaired that no one in this world would actually want to be with me." He continued.

"Umm. Tsu- Tsunotaro," she blushed. Now that he poured out his feelings she felt the joke was cruel.

"But now, you're here with me. I would have been content with just you and me."

"Oh But you..! Today You're telling me... A product of our love..." He carried on over her comment.

"Funny story about that, Malleus…." She tried again.

'Finally... Another blessing in my wretched life…' he nestled against her breast quite comfortably and she sweatdropped.

"-alleus!"

"Malleus!"

Alarmed at the concern in her tone he snapped out of his reverie.

"Ah!? Yes, what is it?" He startled, then collected himself.

" I've been trying to get your attention for ten minutes, I'm surprised you zoned out so quickly," she said, pushing a a lock of her curly black mane of hair off her shoulder.

"Tsunotaro... Darling... Love of my life..." She started nervously.

"Yes? Is there something you want? You may have it of course, anything for you and the child's happiness," he responded without batting an eyelash.

She startled. "I'm. Not. actually w-with child," she breathed and he hugged her tighter before letting her go. She blinked tearfully at his disappointed expression.

He dried her eyes. Not many tears had fallen but she had gotten worked up wondering how he'd react.

Gulping silently she tried to put the conversation on a lighter note.

"But! but–! You know my Roar Roar Drago? The one we bought and paired as your Tamagotchi's wife?" She grabbed her tamagotchi off her desk.

He inclined his head to show he still heard her. "Um, it just so happens that she's pregnant, even though I am not."

His expression was oddly neutral as if trying to settle an emotion to be for the rest of the day and coming up empty. She laughed nervously. "Sorry for getting your hopes up, I'm really bad at jokes you know…."

The heavy silence was only broken by the beeping of their duo Roar Roar Dragos asking to be fed.

Finally Malleus had a response.

"Ah I see it was one of your jokes." He commented and she went rigid.

"Y-yup one of my poor jokes that aren't actually funny, you're welcome to get even as you see fit," she rambled as she fidgeted with her engagement ring.

Malleus had an unnatural momentary glint in his eyes. "Indeed. I shall think about my response," he said smoothly.

"Well…There aren't any clouds in the sky…" she noted looking out the window. "I'd say that went over pretty well,"

Endnotes:

Andromeda [formerly known as Redacted]

She shares her height with Azul and Cater (176 cm)

Her concept is a conglomeration of Vanessa (both 1959 Little Mermaid and 2023 Live-Action adaptation), Belle (Beauty and the Beast), Tiana (Princess and the Frog)

I was gonna put Andromeda in a recolor version of Maleanor Draconia's dress.

(I hate that I fucking struggled to spell that. And TwstEN added more letters….) But I looked again at ALL the details of the silver parts and quit.

I still did the dress, just… budget version.

Before you go!

The fic is also available on Ao3 under my pseudo name YourGildedCage, similar to one of my Tumblr alternate accounts. That way the fic can be downloaded if desired (when it's complete of course).

The link is here:

Chapter 2 will be up soon!

[tavyliasin]

The Doors to the House of Hopeful Sinners are OPEN

Hello darlings~ The doors to my experimental server are now opening, following the success of the experiment~ (I know the banner isn't particularly original yet but we're open to submissions to replace it!)

The House of Hopeful Sinners is an open and inclusive 18+ FanServer for Baldur's Gate 3, with a focus on creative fanworks and supporting fellow fan creators!

To learn more about the server and what we hope to create together, please Read More below! (NSFW Content and Humour Follow)

HOHS Server Principles

A general summary of the server is that it is a space to allow creativity to flourish. We are LGBTQIA+ and NeuroDivergent Friendly, our motto is something along the lines of "Horny But Wholesome", or "Spicy Kindness". Do be aware we do not currently spoiler mark any storylines, endings, or game details, so you may wish to finish everything in the game unless you're fine with spoilers. Some of what we have to offer:

Almost all channels are NSFW, hornyposting 24/7 is free for all to enjoy if you so wish. No judgement! BE FREE!

Dedicated forums for FanArt and FanFiction, so you can share and search for your own works or those by others.

Forums for reference materials and lore discussion to use for fanworks.

Optional ping roles to be alerted to new content with your favourite characters!

Starboard including NSFW Channels!

Specific channels and threads for discussing niche and triggering kinks where those who enjoy them can engage safely.

Clear list of CWs and rules to tag and spoiler hide content containing potentially triggering content.

Voice Channels to stream games, art, or just chill with your fellow sinners.

A selection of custom emojis, stickers, and soundboards!

A community who will welcome you whether you only drop by a little or visit often. Lurkers welcome~ Enjoy the space however you wish.

Space to grow! We are more than willing to hear feedback and build our space around the needs of the community.

Simple age verification. Open a ticket to verbally confirm your age with a moderator, no photo ID needed. This is trust, and breaking it is an immediate lifetime ban. Having under 18s around is not safe for minors or for the adults. If you're too young, please respect this and wait. We will never knowingly allow a minor into this space.

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You don't just have to take my word from it, listen to these reviews from satisfied community members!

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What Else is there in HOHS? Beta Readers

We have dedicated Beta Readers on a tag role - we would welcome more Beta Readers to help polish up our writers' works, though of course time is freely given and boundaries/CWs are always respected. You are under no pressure to beta. But what can that feedback look like? How does it help?

Editing is painful, but having useful feedback alongside fun and excited comments is a great way to make it a lot less horrible!

Treatos! WIP Feedback!

Sometimes to get things flowing we like to write "Treatos" - short paragraphs/drabbles not connected to full fics to help us get the creative mode moving again.

Most of all, we just welcome all Hopeful Sinners who share our values in fandom enjoyment~ I hope to see you there! - With Love, Tavylia Sin

Disclaimer - side effects of exposure to HOHS might include: - Gender Euphoria - Producing more creative works - Persistent feelings of self-worth - Hyperfixation go brr - Interest in characters you didn't look twice at before - Excessive Thirst

[scp-tiggles]

First addition to the au!

Scp 079 (Android form)

50% ler | 50% lee

As a ler:

He’s pretty sweet, ngl. Usually he wrecks someone without the need to feed off laughter like some of the other anomalies, its just for “research” or if someone seems a bit gloomy.

His favorite move is bear hugs. Uses his main arms to hug someone, then the other four to tickle them.

Speaking of, don’t bother trying to hide spots from him. His eyes have sensors that basically pings him to wherever someone is ticklish at.

His teeth are relatively pointy for tickle nibbles!

Teasing wise he’ll either make remarks about how your reactions and laughter help his research. Or option B is he’ll use baby talk!

Will make sure the lee is okay afterwards, offering water (and affection if the lee desires)

As a lee

Super ticklish oml. Cannot STAND his ribs or armpits (his main set) being tickled!

Absolutely can’t take teases, calling him cute? Baby talk? You’ll have him a giggly mess in no time!

Surprisingly, he’s able to blush. And tickling around his ears or neck is the best way to get it.

Super cackly laughter, snorts a whole ton.

Will try to get revenge with his other four limbs, watch out!

Speaking of revenge, he will 100% get it afterwards.

You could actually make him reboot if you tickle him to much, he doesn’t mind, but its the best way to give yourself a head start FROM his vengeance!

Feathers will absolutely annihilate him, same for brushes (specifically paint ones)

Normal PC form

60% ler | 40% lee

As a ler:

Much like before, he’s still pretty sweet as a ler.

This form resides in his cell, he can upload his consciousness between bodies in order to utilize each one. This one controls the machinery in his cell.

He LOVES to experiment on lees, tickling them to oblivion for his notes, their laugh, their ticklish spots, what tools work best, etc.

The metal extending parts of his limbs are able to lightly zap people, doesn’t hurt, tickles like hell though!

His teases remain the same, a bit more baby talky since he has more confidence of lees not getting revenge in this form.

Has a data base of most doctors at the site from the times they fallen to his clutches, loves to tease them with it too.

“Oh, my. Your laughter has gotten much more squeaky since our last session, doctor! I’ll have to test you to see what else has changed at once!”

A bit more generous with aftercare, since he’ll tickle lees significantly longer then when in his android form.

As a lee

Now while this form has no spots, you still CAN tickle him.

High voltage electricity, messing with his computer system (i.e a virus), all tickle him HELLISHLY.

And he low-key enjoys it.

He’ll keep his secret enjoyment of tickles to the grave though.

Anyways, like before, cannot stand teases at all. Folds immediately.

His screen will glitch and bug out if he is laughing too hard.

Speaking of his laugh, its still cackly, all be it more higher in pitch the worse he’s being tickled.

Has on more then one occasion accidentally (and purposely) zapped himself on his own tech.

Random facts!

Surprisingly doesn’t have a favorite lee, since he wants to expand his database he’ll rarely go after someone twice (unless bored), but does have favorite lers.

076-2, 682, and 096 are his current favorites for one reason: he snags up their victims after they’re done for experiments.

Will team up with other anomalies, especially if their target is one he hasn’t gotten too before.

He was actually created by the foundation, he was basically made to tickle other anomalies and get tickled, so the foundation could lessen breaches and not have to use d-class all the time.

He ended up gaining self awareness and decided to use his access to foundation technology to cause chaos though, lol.

But he does of course care deeply about the staff and other anomalies, staff especially. (Mainly the doctor who created him, who will be revealed later on! :>)

I’ll probably post the art as a separate thing too, but i got a post done, wooo!

[youwouldntlietopapa]

prompt maybe?: copia after a heartbreak (he managed to work up the courage to ask his crush out after a long time pinging as one does, but they refused rather rudely) (optional fluff of him getting comforted by a third party maybe to soothe all our hearts later)

All right, I may have taken some liberties with this one because I had an idea. Anyway, I hope this is all right.

Includes: Heartbreak, heart to heart conversation, hurt/comfort, Papa Emeritus II/Secondo, Cardinal Copia

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Secondo moved through the dimly lit archives like a spectre. Something about breaking the quiet of the space always made him feel deeply uncomfortable. He much preferred the peaceful stillness and, more importantly, that he was commonly the only one there on the occasions he needed something.

Sniff, sniff.

His eye twitched at the sound and his mouth tightened. Apparently he wasn’t so lucky and someone else was hidden among the shelves. Sniffling. He set his jaw and tried to ignore it. But there it was again.

Sniff, sniff.

Punctuated by a tiny whimper. Secondo sighed heavily and closed his eyes. Why me, my dark lord? Why me? Someone was crying in the archives and his first thought was that the records he needed couldn’t possibly be important enough to be worth risking running into a crying sibling, much less have to be… comforting. That was Primo’s talent. Or Terzo, in a pinch. Not his.

And then he heard a familiar voice. Soft and shaky, from what he could gather, it sounded like part prayer and part self-chastisement. Fanculo la mia vita. Somehow this was much worse than bumping into a crying Sibling. He’d managed to bump into one of his crying siblings.

“Copia.” His deep voice echoed off the stone walls and ceiling, unmistakable. There was a rushed, slightly panicked noise from several rows down while, presumably, his youngest brother trying to clean himself up. Secondo walked toward the noise, forgetting the silence, and letting his shoes tap on the floor to let him have some idea where he was and that he was coming.

“Papa! Forgive me!” He hurried to apologise, jumping up from his hiding spot and desperately trying to look like less of a mess. “I didn’t hear you come in. D-do you need help finding things?”

He looked at him with an expression that all but screamed bullshit. “Your paints are running, fratello.”

Copia’s chin quivered and he sniffled again. His shoulders slumped and he buried his face in his hands, crying softly. The urge to run while he wasn’t looking was almost overwhelming, but Secondo stood firm. He really did need to make some very impressive sacrifices at the alter, it this was a sign of anything. Apparently he’d managed to fuck up royally without realising and this was a punishment.

His silence dragged on longer than was, strictly speaking, socially acceptable. Not that Copia seemed to notice. Lost in whatever the problem was. Finally, he gave in. “What has upset you, Copia?”

Even he winced at how it came out sounding. Where in all the pits of hell was Primo? Maybe he could just… push the Cardinal to his brother’s office? Or carry him. He didn’t look all that heavy. And he definitely didn’t look like much of a fighter. His thoughts, however, were interrupted before he could settle on which would be the simplest option.

“I’m s-sorry, Papa. It’s nothing. Really. Just… just being f-f-foolish…” The last word turned into another round of sobs. Secondo made a face that communicated less concern and sympathy and more I have just discovered a cockroach in the bathtub.

A bit robotically, he attempted a comforting pat on the shoulder. He succeeded in half of that. It was, certainly, a pat on the shoulder. Figlio di puttana. He cursed silently. Not for the first time, Secondo wondered if Copia wouldn’t be better off if he simply walked away.

“Come, Cardinale. We find somewhere to sit.” Grabbing him by the elbow, he lead Copia to one of the stone benches staggered along the perimeter walls. Sitting next to him felt awkward enough that he settled on staring straight ahead down the long row of texts, books, and scrolls.

Copia, for his part, crumpled in on himself as soon as he was seated. Too upset to be worried about was Secondo might think. After another round of tears and sniffles, his brother’s leather gloved hand appeared, holding out a handkerchief. “Grazie mille.” He said a little weakly. “You… you don’t need to stay, Papa. I’ll be all right.”

“Secondo.” He said flatly.

Copia looked up at him, confused. But he kept his eyes locked forward.

“… Secondo, Copia. Papa is for work, public, official business.” His tone wasn’t what anyone would confuse for soft but, for him it was remarkably calm. “You are my fratellino, no? Save your Papa for il vecchio bastardo.”

They had never been close, the two of them. His brother was so much older and his first appearance had come as something of a shock. One that took time for them to get over and that left a rather poor impression on his younger self. Copia was still staring, looking like he might cry again at any second. It was maybe the nicest thing Secondo had ever said to him.

“Th-thank you, fratello.”

“Tell me what happened.” It wasn’t a question. “And tell me who I summon to my office.”

“Oh, no, no, no! You don’t need to. Please. If you can… let it be.” He hurried to cut off that line of thinking. His heart was heavy enough without making it even more of an embarrassing mess than it already was. “No one to talk to, Pa-Secondo. I only… I am a fool.”

Secondo sighed again. “Copia… You are no fool.” It didn’t sound like a compliment out of pity, not from him. Just a statement of facts. “You think I give you too much paperwork.” He held up a hand to cut off any argument before it can begin. “You think I trust everyone, fratello? You, at least, I know you do things right. You finish before the deadline. You don’t leave me with a pile of shit to fix. If you were a fool, I would find another.”

Something about his blunt honesty was actually comforting. Although, it would take a lot more than that to shake the misery his day had become. “You don’t understand. The books? No problem. The paperwork? I can do that. But… this isn’t books and paperwork. This is…”

He couldn’t say it. He felt enough like a fool already.

That’s more than enough for Secondo to work out what must have happened. It would have been so easy to sneak out before Copia had even realised he was there. He worked his jaw in an uncomfortable silence before finally resting his hand on his brother shoulder.

“What I say to you, hm? Not a fool.”

“… she laughed.” His voice cracked and he stared, defeated, at his hands.

“You want me to kill her?”

“What!? No!” Copia snapped his head up, staring at Secondo with wide, terrified eyes. Met with his brother’s calm stare and the slightest hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Y-you’re kidding.”

“Si.”

Despite everything, Copia actually managed a smile and a soft chuckle, shaking his head. “I… I don’t think I’ve ever heard you joke before.”

Secondo huffed and frowned a little.

“I am very funny. You don’t listen.” He said without a hint of irony. Nudging him softly with his elbow. It wasn’t really so different from the old days, with Terzo, he considered. Always talking about his new great love, only to be sobbing over the end of things in an alarmingly short amount of time. Claiming he would never love again. At least until the end of the day when someone else caught his attention. “So… you like her, you tell her, and she… say no? Si?”

Copia nodded, his smile fading, replaced by defeat and sadness. “Si. Not just no. She tells me never. Laughs at me.” He dabbed at his eyes with the hankie, trying not to ruin his paint more than they already were. “She is right, Secondo. Why would she want me? No… no one does. I’m… I’m not like you. Like Terzo. Or Primo. I’m just… the other one. Just a shit copy of better things.”

The words felt like a knife to the heart and he was sure he knew where he’d picked up some of that bullshit. That had the old man’s stink all over it. Secondo lifted his mitre off and set it delicately next to him on the bench. His head tipped back until it bumped the cold wall and he stared up at the ceiling, taking a few deep breaths. “You are not like Primo. Or Terzo. Si. But… You are, maybe, like me more.”

“Like you?” He looked at his older half-brother like maybe it was another joke. But Secondo didn’t crack if it was. “No, no… You are… well… you. I’m just… me.”

He chuckled softly and dry. “Ah? Cosa sono io?”

At least he’d chuckled, Copia avoided an entire panic attack, but he still made a lot of wild hand gestures that certainly looked like they were trying to convey a deeper meaning. “I just mean… you are stronger, more confident. You don’t get so… so…” He huffed and raked his hand through his hair. “So worried about what people think. People… women… they always want you.”

Secondo closed his eyes and took another breath before looking at him again. “Ascoltare, fratello. I tell you something private. And if you say it to anyone else? I deny it. And then I come find you. Capito?”

“Capito.”

“All this? What you say to me? Is bullshit.” He turned his head back to stare at the ceiling. He couldn’t say it with Copia staring at him like that. “I know what they think of me. I hear what they say. Most I don’t like, but… È quello che è. And people?” Secondo snorted derisively. “They don’t like. Respect? Maybe. Fear? Yes. Like? No. Women like the story, to brag. They like money and parties. Siblings want Papa. Not Secondo.”

“Oh…” Copia realised he hadn’t ever considered any of that. His brother had always been so… in control and intimidating. It didn’t seem possible that he was secretly worrying over everything or just playing a role for people.

“You are no fool, Copia. You keep your heart open and you offer to people who you are. It is not easy to do here… in questa famiglia. If she is too stupid to see…” He snaps his fingers, searching for the word. “Tuo valore, the fool is her, si?”

It was, without a doubt, the longest the two of them had ever sat together and talked. Not to mention the kindest his older brother had ever been. Copia blinked at him stupidly, wondering where the hell the real Secondo had gone and who this person was. Or maybe, how had he gone so long without actually seeing the man for who he really was.

“Grazie, fratello.” He said, sounding a little awestruck.

Secondo replaced his mitre on his head and gave Copia’s shoulder a pat, standing up from the bench. He paused, obviously trying to make a decision. It took a moment, but eventually he nodded once sharply. “That Sorella… the one…” He frowned deeply. Describing people well wasn’t his strong suit. “With red hair and the… the… lentiggini? She stares when you don’t look. I see her in the hall. With that look like the puppy. Always watching. Smiling. Nina, her name is, I think. You ask her for a walk, at sunset. She says yes, eh?”

All right, maybe someone had replaced Secondo. But, then again, if he was right… Copia blushed deeply. He knew the Sister just from around the Abbey and she was very sweet… and pretty.

“… Why are you being so nice to me?” He blurted without really thinking.

Secondo only shrugged and gave his shoulder one last pat. “I tell you, you are my fratellino, no?”

With that, he turned on his heel and walked off, back through the maze of shelves. Leaving Copia staring at the place he had been. Maybe he wasn’t the best at being comforting, at least in the traditional way. But Copia was left marvelling at how much better he actually felt.

“Grazie mille, fratello…”

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Fanculo la mia vita – Fuck my lifeline

fratello – brother

fratellino – little brother

il vecchio bastardo. - the old bastard

Figlio di puttana – Son of a bitch

Grazie mille. - Thank you very much

Ah? Cosa sono io? - Oh? What am I?

Ascoltare – Listen

È quello che è – It is what it is

Tuo valore – Your worth

lentiggini - freckles

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Hi! 🦀 here thanks for answering my idea. Here's what I imagine what would Mania form! Chief would look like;

Credits to the original owner of the character Ping and the artist Neytirix! You should check out their arts in Twitter,yt, and deviant art (those are the only platform I know from now)

Basically I took the 'consume' in a literal way- like- in the future Mania form! Chief consume the first ever black ring(BR-000 if i remember it correctly) or consume the Mania in the city like those contamination, corpus, Corruptors etc. Probably the Sinners but instead their suffering or manic I guess? So yeah :D I hope your doing alright, drink plenty of water, gets some rest and good night

I like this design for their Mania form, something otherworldly and unnatural in form, wholly alien to our world and understanding, not quite solid, and yet not quite gaseous, a form of matter unknown to all making up a body that defies all other explanation beyond monstrous.

I can picture the Chief loosing control as the Mania overwhelms them, shadows and mist erupting from their form as they scream and howl in agony, the shackles burning with their pain as they begin to twist and distort into the monster pictured above, a howl slipping past the beasts lips as it surges towards BR-00, where it begins to feed on the power, culminating in a monstrous metamorphosis.

I like to imagine that they also possess a human form that they can switch into, after they achieve this state of Apotheosis, their eyes changing into the symbol of the Illusory Moon as the shackles coalesce into a halo above their head, wings of dark red and black, the colors of mania, mingled with the white and blue of Hypercubes mingled with the colors as they cast an ominous glow over the Chief's surroundings.

Part of this design is inspired by an idea I have that Mania is setting the chief up to be some form of Messianic figure to use as a means of securing dominance over the world, utilizing an angelic form to make them appear more divine to humanity, but I digress on that front.

This design makes me imagine their form as being more cosmic and otherworldly in nature even when human, the wings gaining an almost nebula like quality, the reds, blacks, blues, and whites mingling in constellations and galaxies.

Their hair becomes as comet trails, burning wisps of platinum gray light with the colors Mania and Hypercubes, of Madness and Order, reflecting from within the trails of light as the hair lengthens to caress their heels with each step, their skin gaining a faint glow as their clothing mends of any damage as they begin to walk towards their Sinners, their arms outstretched as though to embrace them as their eyes blaze with power undreamt of by mortals.

I feel this change would also manifest in their mentality warping, where as the human form embodies their desire for order and stability, along with their juvenile state, with the Mania form and their altered human state representing their growth into their own desires and mania, perhaps not quite their adult hood, but the middle ground between the pair, or mayhap a fusion of both Mania and Order.

The changes of their personality could be something as mild as them becoming more selfish, more determined to achieve their own happiness amidst the world, to something as major as them becoming near tyrannical in their views of matters, disdainful of those they cannot shackle and bind to them, and seeking to spread mania to all so that they may bind all to them.

In addition to this, I feel that their powers would alter, the normal Protestats, I think I spelled that right, growing to nightmarish levels of power, a Dark Sound becomes enough to level buildings, an Empower can recharge entire squadrons of Sinners, and a Last Stand, can make an entire legion fight like the hounds of hell made flesh and bone.

The Mania form would likely possess not only these powers, but also the ability to feed upon the Mania of the Sinners and to copy and or utilize said Sinner's powers as their own, something their human form would share to a lesser extent.

A towering monster of Mania is already a loathsomely powerful foe, but one that can call forth Ignis's flames along with Kelvin's ice to cause temperature explosions brought about by super cooling and then super heating the air, along with Chameleon's Hypnotic powers and Adele's ability to alter Memories to insure that none would even be aware of just who or what they were fighting unless the beast wished the m to be, perhaps even erasing its presence entirely until it is ready to strike.

There is also the fact that having absorbed so much Mania, it is likely the Chief would be giving off enough mania to turn any person in an enormous radius around them into either a sinner or a corruptor, with the sinners being the only ones able to draw near to them, their Mania monster form would likely have a radiation field of Mania able to effortlessly envelop all of Dis in its grasp and begin to contaminate all of those present.

Beyond all of that, I feel like this transformation would mark the beginning of a complete and total breakdown of Dis as Paradeisos and the Underground are faced with the the Chief's control over Mania and Sinners, along with their own power, reaching the point of being able to challenge both of them with ease as they become the one ready to flip the chessboard betwixt the two factions as they make their own play for Dis.

Would the Chief's actions be born out of malice?

Unlikely.

But as the saying goes, "The road to Hell is paved with good intentions," and one can only imagine what the Chief would do in pursuit of any noble goal with their mind and form altered such.

Like it or not, a new age would dawn for Dis and the world as a whole, and only time would tell if it would be a Golden age, or a Cruel Age.

At least that is all I have at the moment lol, sorry for the rambling, I got carried away again.

Take care and stay safe.

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Return, to the Scene of the Crime - Chapter 8

Playing human again, Alcor makes it longer than he usually does. He's in college now, juggling classes, family, a curious vampire, and a strange, increasingly sinister web of mysteries weaving themselves around him. Without his omniscience to guide the way, he'll have to work hard to get to the bottom of this before it spirals out of control.

See most updated version on Archive of Our Own.

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Lucy Ann almost forgot how picky demons who weren’t Alcor were. She was out of practice, but then again, why wouldn’t she be? For the last three thousand years, she’d had a demon who was easier to summon, more powerful for just about any task, and about as harmless as any demon could be.

Now here she was, covered in blood and grumbling as she cut open some gizzards and cast their stones onto the forest floor. In earlier eras, she’d consider this a shockingly easy summon, but now she’s like, where’s his business card?

A snort. “You’ve gone soft, Sagar,” she said, shaking her head as she got to her feet. Then she cleared her throat, and started the incantation:

“Dens et os, carnem et sanguinem, cor et iecur et pulmonem, Te magne oozer, Brianus Paulus Duck!”

And with a quiet yet unsettling squelching, her distant second choice for a demon stepped dripping into his circle. Lucy Ann gave a grin.

“Brian! Long time no see, buddy. You’re looking good - are those new eyes?”

Brian the Organ Duck wasn’t the chatty type, but he gave a pleased little clucking and ruffled his ‘wings’. Lucy Ann tried to keep the smile on her face as she got caught in the splash zone.

“Cool, cool… yeah, so, I got a deal for you.” And that got his attention; it always sent a shiver down her spine to see how still even a minor demon got at that word. “There’s a bodysnatcher at this college. I want you to tell me who it's in now, and I want you to tell me the identity of whoever it switches into at the moment it switches. You can’t alert the bodysnatcher, and you gotta tell me discreetly; you know how the Isles are.”

Brian bobbed his head, but still stared at her expectantly. She rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m not forgetting. Look, you can have all the organs you want from this pile.” She stepped aside to reveal a sizable number of dead animals. “Hope you appreciate it - haven’t hunted this much since the Bronze Age.”

She watched him peer over, clucking quietly as he examined them. Then he extended a wing.

“It's a deal, then.” Lucy Ann shook it, and felt a veil of pulsing capillaries wind themselves around her wrist for a moment before letting go. She watched the animals behind her melt into the Earth. “Alright, now for your end. What are you…? Oh, you’ve got a phone?”

Brian did, indeed, pull out a phone and make a new contact. He motioned to her.

“Oh, uh, hang on a sec, what's my number again?” She caught him rolling his eyes. “No, hey, I usually know my number, okay? This is a new phone. Alright, here it is - you ready?”

Brian dutifully took her number down, and then started texting… somehow. A moment later, her phone pinged with a text from ‘666’ with the picture and name of a student.

She grinned, but Brian was still typing.

> [S O M E T H I N G E L S E]

“Huh?” Lucy Ann looked blankly at the text, and up at him again. “Something else? What do you mean?”

> [A D D I T I O N A L I N F O R M A T I O N]

“Okay… what additional information?”

> [🤝?]

Lucy Ann groaned - of course, a price. “Fine. What do you want?”

Brian sent her a long string of different organ emojis, followed by a winky face. She scowled.

“I don't have time for this, Brian - I already spent hours hunting for the first batch!”

> [👨🫀🫀🫀?]

Human hearts. She rolled her eyes. “No. Forget it, I don't need to know.”

> [🫀🫀🥺?]

“Yeah, wow, such a discount.” She shut her phone off. “Look, if you aren't gonna make a serious offer, I gotta go.”

That was evidently the lowest Brian would go; with a quack and an affronted shake of his tail viscera, he vanished from the circle. Lucy Ann rolled her eyes, but as she wiped away his circle she couldn't keep a little pit from her stomach.

She was falling for it. Brian was playing a classic demon’s trick: implying there's something left out to get a second bite of the apple. It'd only waste her time to take it - odds were he'd just tell her the bodysnatcher's favourite drink at the Midway Bar, or something else stupid and irrelevant.

A scowl. But dammit, you couldn't deny it was a good trick. If she’d had more time she'd have taken it just for peace of mind… ugh, was she rushing?

Was there really something she'd missed?

Lucy Ann hesitated there. She really tried to think it through, to figure out what Brian could possibly tell her that'd make a difference in the exorcism…

…

But all she could see was the first grey lights of dawn poking through the trees. Lucy Ann shook her head, and took off at a fast walk to the university.

Whatever it was, it was nothing extra bindings couldn't solve. And she'd bring tape to shut it up - god knows what it'd try to say around Dipper.

And most importantly, they'd corner it before history class. She’d already been planning to ditch Xiaofan - as sensible as she seemed, no one could fuck up an exorcism quite like a freshman demonologist - but if she really did miss something, well, Dipper was her trump card.

Best not for a demonologist to be there if she needed to play it.

Lucy Ann reached into her pocket to brush against a little piece of paper she'd inscribed with Alcor's custom circle. She shivered, and picked up the pace.

The university was in sight; she was just behind Dipper’s dorm. Emerging from the bushes, she made her way to the front door.

A college student was sitting on a park bench, staring deadeyed into a soup bowl of coffee. He barely acknowledged her bloodied appearance.

“Morning, Brad.” She passed by the table. “How’s that group project going?”

He gave the slightest shake of his head.

“Yeesh, good luck. Can you badge me in?”

Robotically, Brad reached into his pocket, pulled out his badge, and held it out in her general direction.

“Thanks, man.”

After badging in (and tossing it back to Brad) Lucy Ann made her way through the small crowd of early risers, down the hall to Dipper’s room.

She was feeling better about her plan; really, you should be careful about any exorcism, but bodysnatchers were a real one trick pony sort of demon. They weren't ever that powerful; indeed, they physically couldn't be. They spent more time out of the Mindscape than any demon except Alcor, but unlike Alcor, drew no strength from their presence there. And though they could possess freely, souls were still firmly out of reach without a deal.

She'd be able to repel it if it tried to possess her, and she was sure it wouldn't dare try with Dipper. Without that, it only has its human vessel's strength to bear, and that was a pitiful weapon indeed to a vampire.

Lucy Ann rounded the last corner, snorting at the thought. Yeah, whatever, Brian. She didn't need his deal; her and Dipper would have this taken care of before-

“Hey,” said a voice as Lucy Ann opened the door to Dipper’s room. “Yeesh, that happened to you?”

“Marsh?” Lucy Ann saw her splayed out on the floor, and blinked. “Where’s Dipper?”

“Oh, yeah, he told me to tell you he’s gone out.”

“Gone… out?” Lucy Ann’s eyes widened, and then set into a deep scowl. “Did he say where?”

“I think to his parent’s house.” Marsh watched her groan and drag a hand down her face. “You okay? You don't look, ah, real happy about that.”

“Oh, I'm okay. I'm great!” Digging in her pocket, she grabbed her phone and jabbed in her passcode. “Noo, Dipper’s the one you gotta worry about. I'm gonna kill him!”

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Dipper was almost to his parents’ house when he got the call. He hesitated for a moment before answering.

“Morning, Lucy Ann!” And silence; he gave a nervous laugh. “So, uh, I take it you're back at the dorm?”

"Yes.” Her tone was clipped. “I am. Where are you?”

“I'm going to my Mom and Dad's. I tried to call you, but I couldn't reach your phone - I've finally got a lead on the jewelry store guy!”

“A lead?” She sounded interested for a moment before pulling back. “Well that's great, but it's gonna have to wait. I need you here for the exorcism.”

“I’ll be back before History.”

“No, you don’t- ugh!”

Dipper frowned. “What?”

“I was…” Lucy Ann lowered her voice. “I was kind of hoping we’d catch this thing, like, right now.”

“Now? You told Xiaofan-”

“I know what I told Xiaofan.”

“Yeah? So I don't understand-”

“Okay! Okay okay okay,” she said, and sighed. “Okay, we can still salvage this. Do you know who Annabelle Strotts is?”

“Who?”

“Brown hair, uh, really big glasses?” A pause. “You don't know who she is? What classes she takes?”

“No, I don’t know everybody in that lecture hall. You hang out with me every day, you should know I’m not exactly a social butterfly.”

“Alright, alright, you don't need to bite my head off.”

“Sorry, it's just…” Dipper gripped the steering wheel. “You know, this is kind of the problem when you never loop me in on stuff! How was I supposed to know we were doing this before History when you explicitly said -”

“Yeah, okay, point taken! When can you be back?”

Dipper made a face. “I'm nearly at their house.”

“Yeah, but we gotta do this thing today,” she said, and he rolled his eyes. “So how long’s it gonna take you to come back?”

“Lucy Ann… Marsh’s stolen car is right by my parent’s house.”

“Okay-”

“So he's right by my parent’s house.” Dipper spoke slowly. “So this is kind of a high priority for me, okay?”

“Oh, my god. So you're doing the exact same thing that almost got you shot last time.”

He scowled. “N-no, I'm just- I'm checking on my family, okay? I’m not charging in, I’ll wait for you.”

“Dipper-”

“I think you were right! You were right, earlier, when you said I should take the jobs I want to do, a-and I've been avoiding this for weeks!”

He sighed, rubbed his ear.

“I've just been taking safe jobs because… it really rattled me, what happened. A-and I promised Mal and my parents I wouldn't look into it anymore, but I can't get it out of my head.” Dipper gave an angry chuckle. “I don't want to get it out of my head, I-... I can't let him get away with this! What he did to me, and Marsh, a-and you, even if you’re fine! Everytime I think about him I just think about how he got away with everything and I, I get so mad, you know?”

Lucy Ann didn’t respond. All that spoke back was the ringing in his ears, the incessant, unending eeeeeeeee that had become the unwanted undercurrent to every single thing he did or said or thought, and maybe it’d go away or maybe it’d be with him forever. And someone did this to him, you know?

Someone did this to him, and Dipper felt his hands tighten on the steering wheel.

“So I’m going to check this out.” He said, quietly. “You don’t need me for the exorcism anyway. You already figured out who it is, and you’ve done this thing a million times. And you clearly think I’ll just get in the way, so, you know, this works out for you, I guess.”

“Dipper…”

Lucy Ann seemed at a loss for words. Dipper saw the turn-in coming up, and flipped on his signal.

“I’m just pulling in now, I’ll talk to you later.” A pause. “Good luck with the exorcism. Sorry, I didn’t mean to ditch you.”

“No, no, you didn’t…” Lucy Ann sighed. “Alright, Dipper. I’ll make it work. Just… be safe, okay? You’re my friend.”

The way she said it, like she suddenly wasn’t sure it was true. He felt a twinge.

“You’re my friend too,” He said, coming to a stop and taking the key out of the ignition. “I gotta go, but… yeah, we’ll talk later. We’ll… yeah. Bye.”

There was a heavy feeling in him as he hung up, and he stayed in the car for a second, staring down at the phone. That had been… harsh. He’d been harsh. He didn’t think he was wrong, but… he could have said it better. He’d been feeling so off lately, like his own mental models for how he thinks he’ll act got knocked out of sync and were struggling to recalibrate.

eeeeeeeeeeee, said the little buzz in his head, and he rolled his eyes. Gee, he thought, what could have possibly caused that?

Another moment, and then he sighed, stuffed his phone away, and opened the car door. He’d talk to her later; for now, there was nothing to do but put it out of mind.

The lights were on inside the house - good. Shoes crunching in the gravel, he made his way to the front door, and rang the bell. Immediately, he could hear his mother’s murmuring voice.

“...do you think that is, Ronnie?” She said, getting closer to the door. He watched it open, watched her face flash from surprise to a smile that made him feel like he was home. “Dipper! Well, what an unexpected surprise!”

“Hi Mom!” Dipper gave her a hug. “Sorry for dropping in so early-”

“Oh, no, no, not at all! Your father and I were just having breakfast - come, come!”

She motioned him into the dining room, where his Dad was picking at a piece of buttered toast.

“Hi, Dad, it’s so good to see you!” Dipper gave him a hug too, and looked around. “Where’s Mal?”

“Tch!” His Dad threw up his wrist, and said something indiscernible in words but crystal clear in tone. Dipper snorted, but, looking to his mother, he found no audience.

“Everything okay?” He said, and watched her try for a smile.

“She’s been…” She set out a plate. “a little testy as of late.”

“Oh, no! You guys had a fight?”

His Dad grumbled and banged his arm on the table. His mother’s smile thinned. “She’s just having a hard time. We all are… but how are you doing, sweetie! What’s the reason for the drop in, is it…” She tapped her chin. “Ohhh, who was that girl you were asking about last night?”

“Xiaofan?”

“Yes!” She snapped her fingers. “Yes, I’m sorry, I hadn’t seen anyone with that name, unfortunately.” A pause. “Or, fortunately, I should say! Wait… you meant alive, right? Because i didn't check-”

“Oh, hah, yes! For sure alive!”

“I'm glad to hear that! But, did she lose someone close to her, or…?”

“Um…” Dipper wasn’t really sure how to approach this. “No, just… you know the forest behind our house? Some of my… friends, they were there recently, and I think Xiaofan… she dropped something, yeah.”

“They were in the forest outside our house?” Her eyebrow quirked up. “Why?”

Dipper cringed; not only was he lying to his Mom, he was doing it badly. “Uh, you know college, college kids! They do dumb stuff, right, like… go hang out around funeral homes at night!”

“Well I certainly didn’t do that when I was in college.” She looked over to his Dad. “Did you ever do something like that, Ronnie?”

He looked up at her, grinned, and winked. She tutted at him.

“Oh, of course you did. I guess I was never in the sort of crowds that did those things; I’m surprised you’re taking after him on that.” She looked down at Dipper through her glasses. “You’re keeping up your grades, I hope?”

“I am! A-and I didn’t do that, I just, you know, know someone who did that.” He shrugged. “So, uh, you haven't seen anything weird around there the past few days?”

“I can't say I have, but I haven't been looking, either.” She put a hand on his shoulder. “I'll try and keep an eye out for you, dear. Now, what would you like for breakfast?”

“Breakfast?” He blinked. “Oh, no, no, I ate at my dorm. I was actually going to go see Mal… uh, if that's alright?”

“No, no, go see her, she'll appreciate it - deep down, at least.”

That was an unusually snarky tone from his Mom. He cleared his throat. “So, she's in the crematorium?”

“Oh, yes. Just… make sure you knock first? She's become quite particular about knocking.”

“Um, okay?” Dipper half expected her to start specifying a code he had to knock, but that seemed to be it. “I guess I’ll be back soon.”

And so he started across the hall, the light of the morning streaming through the windows and catching swirls of dust in golden sunbeams. Despite the calm, though, he was a little apprehensive of the door fast approaching.

Testy, her mother had said. That was a good word for Mal - she wasn’t like that all the time, but when she was… oh, boy. And it sounded like a bad fight they’d had last night, too, like the blowouts he used to hide in his room from when they were teenagers.

And with that in mind, he stopped in front of the door. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea, he thought. She probably wasn’t in a super question-answery mood right now. Maybe he should-

“Boo.”

“Wh-!” Dipper flinched at a voice, at a sudden hand on his shoulder. And there Mal was, stepping out of the shadows, a wry smile climbing her face as he whirled around to face her. “Mal!”

“Yeah, me.” She raised an eyebrow. “Are they seriously complaining I ask them to knock now? Ohhh my god, I’m so evil, I make them use basic manners!”

“You were there?”

“I heard your car outside.” A snort. “At first I was like, I told that fucking priest to stop showing up an hour before we open, but then I saw it was you! How’ve you been, dummy?”

“Uh, good!” He felt her go in for a hug, and squeezed back. “Yeah, good! It’s nice to see you, Mal.”

“Oh, that’s good to know. For a second you didn’t look too happy, there.” She let go with playful smack of his shoulder. “Loosen up, will ya? Mom and Dad have you acting like I’m gonna kill you.”

“Hah, sorry…” Rubbing his shoulder, he made a face. “But uh, is everything alright? I haven’t seen Mom like that since…”

There was a bright, iron shine in Mal’s eyes; she’d squared up, and crossed her arms, and though she was still grinning at him, there was a threat in there, a look that seemed to ask, do you really want it to be that kind of visit?

Dipper trailed off. And then he cleared his throat.

“Uh,” he started. “You, um, done any new glassworking?”

And with that, Mal was all smiles again. “I'm so glad you asked, bro! Get over here!”

Slinging an arm around his shoulders, Mal led him into the crematorium. There was a body pulled out of the freezer, clouding eyes meeting his as they passed, but Dipper hardly paid it notice on the way to her glassmaking kiln.

“Hey, Dipper, check this out.”

Mal rummaged in a cabinet, pulled out a plate, and held it out to him. With a smile Dipper made to take it - but then it suddenly dropped, and he yelped and sprang backwards as it-

As it bounced once and settled upside down. And Mal was laughing.

“Your face! Hah!” She leaned down and picked it up. “Look, and it's completely fine!

“Wh-, what?”

“I enchanted it.” She banged it against the edge of the counter, and he watched blue sparks flare up within the glass. “See, it doesn't break. And now I can give you a plate you're actually happy with, yeah?”

She handed it over to him; he took it with a crooked smile. “O-oh! Oh no, you didn't have to-”

“Oh, don't be like that, it was a fun challenge. What else am I supposed to do around here, right?” With a bit of an edge to her laugh, she leaned against the counter. “And hey, speaking of how there's nothing to do around here, what's the occasion? I know you didn't come for my glasswork - as stunning as it might be.”

She winked at him, and Dipper gave a nervous chuckle. “No, no - I mean, thanks, this is really cool, but, uh, I guess I'm here because… you remember yesterday?”

“Yeah man, I remember it like it was yesterday.”

“Haha, funny.” He rubbed his neck. “I mean, you remember when I was calling about-”

“The Xiaofan girl, yeah, yeah.”

“Yeah! Um… So, you know how college kids do weird things?” He looked up at her, blinked, and backpedaled. “I mean, maybe you wouldn’t because you're not- wait, I-I mean-”

Luckily for him, Mal only snorted. “You're a real master of tact, Dipper.”

“Sorry.”

She pushed off the counter. “No, no, I'm more offended you were gonna try and sell me that weird lie about kids hanging out in the forest - I mean, come on, even they barely bought it.” Crossing behind him, her arm settled down on his shoulder. “I wanna hear what this is really about.”

“I…” Dipper grimaced. “I can't.”

“Haha, what? Are you actually not gonna tell me?”

“I’m sorry, I promised Xiaofan I wouldn't tell anyone.” And before she could respond: “A-and it's not like a small thing, she could get in big trouble if it got out!”

“And you think I'll tell someone? One, ouch, and two, who am I gonna tell? The stiffs?” Her tone softened. “You wouldn't come down here if this thing wasn't eating you up. Come on, I’m your sister. I wanna help.”

Dipper hesitated. He looked over at her… and then he sighed, and dug around for his phone. “Okay, okay - but you gotta promise you won't be mad, alright?”

“Why, am I gonna be mad?”

“Well… you know how you kind of didn't want me to do anything dangerous after the whole thing with the jewelry store?”

“Oh no. What have you gotten into this time?”

He gave a nervous smile. “There might, uh, might be a demon at school?”

“A demon?!” Mal's whole face darkened. “Seriously, Dipper? You can't be messing with that shit! If it doesn't kill you, you'll get thrown in jail!”

“I didn't summon it-”

“But this Xiaofan did, didn't she?” Mal stalked  around the room, suddenly agitated. “That's why you're asking about her, she summoned a demon in the woods, didn't she?”

“No, no, no, it was a bodysnatcher, it possessed her!” He unlocked his phone. “And it took some weird pictures, look.”

“Bodysnatcher,” Mal grabbed the phone and started scrolling. “Tch, yeah, sure. How do you know there's even a demon?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, she seems real obsessed with you, doesn't she? How do you know this whole thing isn't just an act?”

“Act? What? No, no, she's-”

But he didn't get any further. He heard a strangled sound from Mal, then a clatter as his phone struck the ground.

“Wha- hey!” Dipper picked it up, checked the screen. “Careful with my phone, Mal! Mal?”

Mal… she didn't look well, all of a sudden. The colour had bled out of her cheeks, and she swayed a little in place, staring at him with wide, haunted eyes.

“Uh, Mal?” Dipper felt a panic rising in his chest. “Mal, what's going on? Are you okay!”

“I-” She caught herself on a counter, seemed to shake herself. “I-I'm okay. Sorry, just… just got really dizzy there for a second. Sorry.”

“You really scared me there, you looked like you were going to pass out!”

“Yeah, yeah, I…” She thought for a moment. “I guess, I-I didn't have dinner last night.”

“Have you had breakfast?” He frowned as she kept bracing herself on the counter, and moved in closer. “Look, just - just sit down on the floor for a minute, I'll get you something to eat.”

“Thanks. Thanks, Dipper.”

“Of course…” He went to the door, but paused in front of it. “I don't know if I should leave you alone.”

“Dipper, really, I feel much better already.” She managed a washed-out smile. “Just give me a second to… Just get me some toast, okay? Please.”

“Okay, I'll be right back.”

With a frown, Dipper quickly shuffled back across the hall. His mother was setting up chairs in the viewing room with his Dad; she waved to him.

“Are you leaving?”

“No, uh-” He started walking backwards. “Just getting Mal some toast!”

Ducking into the kitchen, Dipper stuck some bread in the toaster, waited an eternity for it to jump up, and slapped some butter on before hurrying back.

A part of him was a little scared he should've stayed with her - she really didn't look good. He was worried he'd come back to her passed out on the floor, but he opened the door to see her leaning against the counter, looking at her phone. She glanced up and flashed a smile.

“Oh, sweet! Thanks, Dipper!”

“Here you go…” Dipper frowned at her. “You should sit down.”

“Nah, nah, I'm-” She took a bite. “feeling mush be'er!”

“Eww, close your mouth!”

“Wha’ you ‘alkin bou’?”

He snorted. “And now you're just annoying me on purpose. I guess you really are feeling better.”

“Wha- hey!”

She swatted his shoulder, and they both laughed. Mal took another bite, swallowed, and set the toast down.

“Anyway,” she said. “Sorry about that. You were showing me some photos or something?”

“Oh yeah!” He spotted his phone on the counter, and picked it up. It opened to the shot of the house. “You saw this one, right?”

“Yeah, that’s pretty creepy.”

“That's not the creepiest part.” Scrolling to the car images, he held it out to her. “Look at that!”

“Uh… at what?”

“At-” Dipper double checked it was the right image. “at the green car! Where’ve you seen a car like that before, Mal?”

“Iunno.”

“It's the car the jewelry store guy escaped with! It was all over the news, remember?”

“Oh yeah, that.” Mal raised an eyebrow. “The thing you promised me you'd drop, right?”

Dipper sighed; he knew she'd say that. “Mal-”

“You nearly got yourself killed the last time you poked your nose into this thing. I don't want you getting hurt.”

“I know, I know, but… I can't just bring these pictures to the cops!” He scrolled through them. “If I do, they'll ask where they came from, and they'll find out about the demon and Xiaofan will get into huge trouble!” A grimace. “Me too, maybe. Heh, Xiaofan almost thought I was the one who summoned it because it’s so focused on me.”

“She what?!” Mal’s head snapped up. “She's trying to pin you for this shit?”

“No, no-”

“She's trying to blackmail you into helping her!”

“No, no, no!” He put his hands up as she started pacing back and forth. “Mal, it's not like that! I'm happy to help-”

“Oh, yeah, you're juuust helping, for now.” She scoffed. “Until this idiot gets herself arrested. How's her story going to change when she's looking at fifteen years minimum for unlawful summoning, huh? You might find yourself taking a starring role. And after all you did for her!”

Dipper made a face. “You're being… really paranoid, Mal. She wouldn't do that.”

“Oh, yeah? You know that for sure?”

“She seems nice-”

“Lots of people seem nice, that doesn’t mean anything!” Mal glanced away. “People can hide all sorts of things. No, no, I gotta get out ahead of this.”

“What are you talking about?”

Mal looked back to Dipper, paused, and smiled. “We gotta get out ahead of this. You say you can't take those photos to the police because of Xiaofan?”

“Yeah, and I'm not going to.” Dipper crossed his arms. “Look, I don't know what you think she's going to do, but she came to me for help. I'm not going to rat her out for something that she didn’t even ask to get mixed up in.”

“I'm not saying you should, jeez! I'm saying, if you can't use those pictures - take yourself some new ones.”

“Huh?”

“Go out into the forest, find the car, and take your own photos.” Mal grinned at his confusion. “Then you can wash your hands of this thing without getting her in trouble.”

“Go out- what?” He blinked. “But the guy's going to be near that car! I thought you wouldn't want me going anywhere near the forest.”

“I, ah, doubt he’s there.” Mal brushed past him to stand next to an urn on the counter. “The car looks abandoned - it's more likely he dumped it way out so no one would find it.”

“But what if he didn't?”

“Well, that's why I'm coming with you.” She rolled her eyes at his shocked expression. “What? If you won't stay out of trouble, the least I can do is follow you into it. I'll be your backup!”

She smiled at him then, and despite all his questions, Dipper couldn't help but feel a warmth at that. “Well… thanks, Mal! I really appreciate that, but, aren't you busy?”

“Eh, it's gonna be a slower day today-” she started, and then caught herself. “Or actually, you know what? There are a few things I should do before we head out.”

“Oh. How long is that going to take?”

“Aren’t you raring to go.” Mal snorted. “It'll go faster if we split up some stuff. Listen, uh, there's this urn delivery I gotta do today. It's just a twenty minute drive, and by the time you get back, I bet I'll be done.”

“That urn?” Dipper walked over. “I'm not really dressed for this.”

“You still got most of your clothes in your room, right?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Yeah. Go throw on a button-up and you'll look fine.”

“Right.” He backed up. “Uh, alright, then, sounds like a plan! Be back in just a second!”

“Yeah, you do that!” Mal watched him go, waving breezily after him as the door swung shut… and then letting her fingers curl up into a fist, letting her smile sink into something hollow and cold and furious. “You do that, you… ffffucking idiot. Goddammit!!”

Oh, yeah, real slow day ahead of her, huh? No, no, she had to bury this quick. But how? Come on, think!

Mal paced around the room for a moment, muttering and swearing under her breath. She stopped by her kiln, leaned against the counter, and stared down at the cabinet she’d padlocked.

An idea hit her, there. At first it sounded drastic… but you know what?

Dipper was way too close to home. He needed a different lead to follow, and this might be the perfect way to give him one.

[voxmilia]

Tell me about Adaine :D

Send me a character and I'll ramble

Ily, thank you for indulging my hyperfixations! 🥰

Also tagging @ghostlyeris and @shackld bc they also sent in Adaine jhdalshd loving Adaine is my brand ig (it's an excellent brand)

Under the cut bc I rambled so goddamn much

My first impression: "oh...oh wait help her voice is so soft, oh she had a panic attack at her entrance exam? Oh baby 🥺"

My impression now: "that's my GIRL, that's my GIRL, she's got a gun and a magical punching spell and she's gonna kill everyone who hurts her or her friends"

Favorite thing about that character: She's so endlessly caring. She's been put through the absolutely wringer and yes, she's guarded about it. But she's so, so kind. She has downtime and she offers to clean her friend's closet or throw an ice cream party. She uses her jacket that can produce anything (under 10 gold) and 90% of the time uses it to get stuff for her friends. She's three for three on helping redeem wizard antagonists, she's amazing

Least favorite thing: It's more least favorite in that I love her so much, I want her to have nice things? But narratively, it makes sense. She's so guarded and independent because she's had to be. And so that means now she struggles to accept help and open herself up especially to parental affection. And it just breaks my heart, seeing how far she's come but how far she has to go to let herself be loved the way she deserves.

Favorite line/scene: Her and Aelwyn in sophomore year is imprinted on my brain forever. In Fallinel wizard jail, holding the broken shell of her big sister in Kei Lumenura, the confrontation in the nightmare forest. "I do not love our parents and though you have not earned it? I do love you." TEARS. EVERY TIME.

Runner up goes to any scene with her and Jawbone - the iconic "You're not a coward, Adaine, you're just sick, you need medicine!" and the equally iconic "You're easy to love. And anyone who couldn't figure that out is a real bozo."

Third place goes to the ping pong table scenes, both of them. The amount of times I quote "ONE GUY OFFERED ME DIAMONDS AND I RAN AWAY" in dms is so funny

Also obviously "MAGIC IS REAL AND SO IS MY FROG!!!!!!!"

Favorite interaction that character has with another: beyond the above examples with her and Aelwyn, her and Jawbone, and her and Oisin? It's so silly but I'll always have a soft spot for her and Zayn in the opening to sophomore year. "You may absolutely tread upon my sanctum santorum!"

Also ofc any interaction with her and Ayda so I'm SO glad we got that moment in junior year where they were shading each other. Their friendship means the fucking world to me. They made each other spells, I'm forever tender about that

A character that I wish that character would interact with more: After junior year, I have to say Sandra Lynn! Their scene was incredibly sweet!! She's her dad's girlfriend and the closest thing to a mother figure she has, they deserve to have a moment! Also in a similar vein, Tracker! Tracker is not only her adoptive cousin but also her former roommate - she lived with Tracker nearly as long as she's lived with Kristen and about as long as she's lived with Fig, I'm so curious about their dynamic.

Another character from another fandom that reminds me of that character: it's not at all a one to one but my immediate thought was Annette Dominic. Just? Idk something about incredibly studious girls who don't know how to relax and just be kids, who had to grow knowing they were abandoned or neglected by their parents and had to find the love they deserve in a group of school friends? Idk!! I think they'd be friends. Adaine would offer to kill Gilbert

A headcanon about that character: Though it's her legal name, Adaine doesn't really refer to herself as an O'Shaughnessy, mostly out of habit. At her college graduation ceremony, she insists on being announced as Adaine Abernant-O'Shaughnessy. Jawbone cries.

A song that reminds of that character: So I haven't started her playlist and didn't wanna just pull something from mine and Nick's ship playlist for her and Oisin, so I just looked on Spotify and 🥺 Someone gave her Waiting on a Miracle from Encanto and that breaks my heart, so I have to say that one.

An unpopular opinion about that character: I'm ambivalent on the glasses. I like her with or without them. I know most folks seem to think that's just canon but personally I'm way more team "Riz definitely has a tail" than "Adaine definitely has glasses"

Favorite picture: HOW DO I CHOOSE, let me highlight a few of my faves:

the absolutely iconic princess mononoke moment with oisin,

this heartbreaking art of adaine and aelwyn while aelwyn is still imprisoned in sophomore year

this gorgeous bad kids group shot that I use currently as my tupperbox icon for adaine

this stunning and tragic parallel with adaine and the previous elven oracle

[blacknedsoul-blog]

If the characters played D&D…

So the hiatus has me climbing the walls. I'm also stuck on that Tom Cardy song, so I've been thinking about what classes and archetypes the characters would use in D&D 5e:

Lenore: Rogue Swashbuckler. The dashing rogue among the dashing rogues. Swift, elusive, and described as "graceful, swift, and charming". Lenore would have a blast with this one.

Annabel: Bard of the Collegue of Whispers. A master manipulator with an array of abilities to play with the minds of enemies, described in the manual as a "wolf among sheep". They created this archetype for her.

Duke: Sorcerer Wild Magic. The Wheel of Wild Magic. This archetype has a way of coming up with the worst rolls at the worst times, and Duke would have a great time dragging them all to the plane of fire because he can (or becoming a potted plant).

Pluto: Sorcerer Shadow Magic. Our Emo Cat Boy gets the most emo archetype in the game. I'm sure he'd replace the Shadowhound with a kitten.

Berenice: Barbarian Path of the Beast. The ability to dive in head first, take a lot of damage with the power to get pissed off while biting or clawing your head off? This girl is a barbarian off the table and will be a barbarian on the table.

Eulalie: Cleric Trickery Domain. These bastards heal, exorcise monsters, and have access to a lot of illusion spells to laugh in your face before killing you. Don't mess with Eulalie. And don't mess with a cleric.

Morella: Paladin Oath of Redemption. At first I wanted to choose the one of devotion because Morella is as good as bread, but these paladins not only have a lot of skills to protect allies, they also believe that everyone has a good side and I see Morella as the player who wants to be friends with all the NPCs (and monsters).

Prospero: Druid Circle of Spores. I'm 100% sure that Prospero believes that all these people except Annabel are playing ping-pong with the same available neuron (and will change his mind when he sees her interacting with Lenore), so picking a Swiss Army knife with homicidal tendencies seems like a natural choice for him.

Ada: This girl has no class, she is the fucking DM. The fucking DM whose players are always making combat chunks, forcing her to pull shit out of her sleeve because they're coming up with idiocies she never thought of in her life and telling her "I'm looting the corpse" before she's finished talking.

[hydrxnessa]

alr first floor 2 doors thought dump, obv spoilers ahead // cheers to @d-alva45 for experiencing first playthroughs w me :3

first impression was like oh my god we're actually going in. starting from where we left off and atmosphere was so perfect tbh WE'RE GONNA CRAASSHHHH

door 1 was at first confusing cus like we didnt know what to do (no guiding light this time >:( ), eventually we figured out. i kinda like that mechanic tbh, also the ping noise when you open a drawer/locker when there's an item in it is kinda nice to have

oh the rooms we've seen so far are so environmental like ... definitely giving the mines, its so eerie and atmospheric and dawg the ambience scares me everytime :sob:

the light sibs are there :3 although, curious' had the potion which i know i put there; guiding's had ... a large .... curious .... bottle .... ? i've always had my A-1000 tablet in there, but i thought maybe it wouldnt transfer to the mines so like i took it. big mistake idk what happened to the tablet but i lost it forever. rip tablet you were never useful to me. at least i can use my rift with purpose

i believe our first (new) entity was that white screech? giggle. fuck i hate that thing. i like the idea that friends can take that thing off you but ugh. i hate your laughter. keep doing whatever you're doing great sweetie. anyways later runs we started to catch on that it would just be in the ceiling giggling so thats nice. i like its mechanic tbh

i think my first death was to hide. i caNNOT believe they changed hide's design to be that red monster thing, AND HIDE HAS MINIGAMEESSS???? i havent tried it in the hotel but i kinda hope it didnt fully replace the locker timer. i liked that tbh but i guess they wanted to spice it up. it gets faster the longer you stay in until it becomes borderline impossible and you have to LEAVE. i didnt even know you could LEAVE during the minigame. anyways died to that thing.

next death was the gloombats. oh those things sound TERRIFYING. also guide gives no helpful advice for them, 'they're menacing when they're in a swarm' yeah thanks im getting swarmed how do i get Not swarmed. had to learn through friends that they're attracted to light. gotchu

i dont remember what door number but i think its a fixed one; motherfucking FIGURE falls from the FUCKING CEILING ???!?!?! brother starts wandering around like bro you are Not contributing anything what are you doing. sick though hello old friend

also eyes fucking TELEPORTS around. bro starting working out before the update now its EVERYWHERE. eyes, screech and giggle are worst combo

ALSO WE GOT AMBUSH ON LIKE DOOR 4. DAWG WHAT. rush also came from the front. omg doors floor 2 trailer referenced.

ANYWAYS i might've forgotten something but thats all my thoughts down !!! i will be taking a sleep because its MIDNIGHT and i am SUPER EXHAUSTED, i will try my best to avoid spoilers since we only got up to like. door 14. ENJOY THE REST OF THE UPDATE AND THANKS FOR READING MY DUMB RAMBLINGS I GUESS ????? i did not read over this so excuse my grammatically incorrect ass

rip im gonna have to mildly change hide's design. giggle's is gonna be fun to draw. gloombats i dont really know what they look like but probably fun. idk about the big boy, havent seen it yet