#pinball's musings

[pinballwizard42]

Nice avi 🖤i use to love that game lol

Thanks haha

I love the rare scups, the design goes so hard

[saucy-mesothelioma]

Went to the Asheville Pinball Museum today and it was fuckin incredible. Yes, I know I took a lot of pictures

I also got a high score on the Beatles table, so that's probably the second coolest thing I've ever been able to do

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Me: *sees people talking about fic gifts and writing prompts and story giveaways and the like*

Me:

Warriors: No. No.

Me: I didn't even s--

Four: We know you're thinking it.

Me:

Blorbos:

Me: Okay but what if--

Fierce, picking me up by teh back of my shirt so I have a bird's eye view of my ask box: You still have multiple requests, little writer.

Warriors: You're sitting on like eight asks, not to mention the stuff you were planning on doing, which *checks notes* accounts for at least three more ficlets.

Sky, sneezing a cloud of sand off his clothes: Not to mention your long fics.

Chosen and Princess Zelda: *both snoring*

Abel:....I think you should do something like what you're seeing.

Me: Oh?

Warriors: ABEL NO

Twilight: SHE'S ALREADY GOT STUFF TO WRITE

Time, smiling: You just don't want her to write about you.

Abel: :)

[oddlies-a]

:)

[scarletooyoroi]

Lil Thoma moments I enjoyed/had fun with during the new Inazuma event.

Naturally I'll keep these read more'd for people who like surprises on the routes.

The instances of animal care! This is easily the most well known tidbit about him, but the extra inference that even during contest how he can't leave the lil guys behind just warms the heart in a nice way. I'm glad they solidify how much the grand schemes doesn't matter as hard as everyone being okay.

He loves issuing this brand of security with his approaches. What good is the higher aspects if those around you are in rough or worse conditions?

His lack of fear within the contest itself.

This bit really isn't surprising due to the Inazuman lifestyle of warrior types. Things that border between the supernatural and the more 'common realm' aspects comes with the parcel. That said seeing him just being openly intrigued to the mechanics compared to Paimon screaming at the unknown was an amusing balance beam with each other.

It balances well with how he handles security duties. A sound mind and a sound heart.

His interest in the supernatural! This was talked about forever ago in his voice lines, but I like how it lends to where he finds genuine intrigue in the tales themselves and the presentation. I can Thoma doesn't put too much stock in them, coining them moreso as little event tellings to bring a gang together and have some fun.

I wouldn't confuse this for his study about tales of the Youkai however! That or just particular happenings that are better entrenched outside of what sounds like fairy tales. I picture this is where you'd catch his more studious side, wanting to get a better dive into the local legends, particular sites or just the center of the truth outright.

Would he literally be Thoma if he didn't do this? LOL. Keeping some tasty rations on hand is good for the morale of companions, or to help a hungry person along the way. Cooking in general is just a way he extends the way he enjoys caring for the world.

That and he may be a tiny fan of giving pleasant surprises like this to people.

A habit that was built on survival gets a bit of a more positive twist with him. A tasty meal isn't just balm for the belly, its also balm for the heart too when it calls for it.

???? I. He sure is a positive person. LOL.

Literally watch this stall fade in and out of existence and he's like 'Damn poor owners of it. Maybe I can help them out with a freshen up sweep.'

It makes me picture that he has this old habit of just spontaneously freshening up places that look like they use to be taken care of. Which! I wouldn't mind throwing in as a touch of comedy for a couple of my rps.

And as for the last tidbit!

Ghastly looking laterns? Not an issue! It leads me to believe that whether events are sparked within the natural of supernatural ends isn't really a big of a deal in his mind. The intent and how they're being used holds high as the biggest bit of importance for Thoma. So in truth, it makes me feel that he'd actually get along with ghostly companions very easily if they show to be amiable.

Much as I love big quest. Seeing small instances of characterization does the heart good. It gives me a bit of a better view on how they perceive the world, and I always enjoy trying to play up into the canon guideline of things for my personal style.

Thoma is someone who managed to hold some esteemed composure after the things he's been through. Growing up in Inazuma, holding the bravery to lash against the Raiden Shogun/high authority in general in either loyal or righteous reasoning. So much of this doesn't come as a surprise tbh. Its just a fun treat to soak in so to speak as the event goes on.

[flutteringfable]

uh oh i can feel the dangan muse sneaking back in thanks to bree’s vamp fic,,,,, genshin is still up there but,,,,,,, probably not for long,,,,,,,,,

[xboxissues]

New Xbox Games for April 10th to April 14th 2023

[chow-chow-chaos]

Sometimes, having just gotten the diagnosis this year, I will have moments of imposter's syndrome when it comes to my ADHD. "Maybe I don't really have it," I'll think. "Maybe I'm just overthinking all the symptoms I've exhibited since childhood, and everyone has these same problems."

Then I accidentally go off my meds for a week and a half, and my freshly medicated ass has to deal with all the shit that my past self didn't, and I remember, "Ah, yes. There's a reason I'm medicated." And that reason is that I do, in fact, have ADHD.

[sunkern-plus]

abigail and lucia are the only sane, emotionally stable metro city residents. any questions?

[pinballwizard42]

my queue is stocked up till next thursday lmao

[saucy-mesothelioma]

Played actual pinball for the first time tonight. I only took pictures of these two murals, but I'll take more next time because that place is really fuckin cool.

[hyunsvngs]

priest jeongin in the context of me loving fleabag

wc: 1.1k

warnings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, blasphemy kink, priest!jeongin (roleplay), dirty talk, dom jeongin (he's mean), sub reader, fingering, orgasm denial, a lottt of spit, wet 'n messy

“Kneel.”

It reverberates throughout your brain like a pinball on one of those old games. It’s strict, firm, but it still has your heart pumping so quickly as if it’s confused you. You knew he’d say this. You spoke about it beforehand, but god - nothing could have prepared you for the image of Jeongin like this. 

His clerical collar is tight around his neck, the long strands of his brown hair tickling the top of it. He hasn’t got his hands shoved in his pockets or anything that could indicate the process of his falling apart, no - Jeongin stands there, hands by his sides, those big black boots spread just enough to have you staring at his crotch.

You drop to your knees. You make a thud on the wooden floor and Jeongin doesn’t even snicker. His eyes narrow in on you, and you lick your lips with anticipation. What is he going to do? You’re not sure, but then he’s leaning down too, fingers on your chin, and his lips press against yours with little warning.

He kisses filthy. You remember the first time you’d kissed him, and he’d been all tongue and teeth even then. He’s not any better now, tongue swiping over yours and his mouth sucking your bottom lip between his teeth. You want to squirm, to run your hands through his hair and pull your priest in for more, more, more, but you need to be good. If you’re not good, he won’t give you anything you want - it’s a simple exchange like that - and so your palms stay flat on your thighs. 

When your lips finally part, a string of thick, viscous spit links the two of you together, and Jeongin groans. He can’t help himself, tongue teasing at the seam of your lips to collect your mixed saliva, and then he’s spitting it back onto your face. A large hand comes upwards, and the one already positioned on your jaw becomes firmer, keeping you in place as he rubs the spit into your cheek.

“Filthy,” He murmurs, eyes fixated on where your skin is slick. Jeongin’s worse, though, and he licks your face clean, groaning again at the taste. “I bet you’re fucking soaking wet, dirty bitch.”

You are. Your panties are grey and if he only spread your legs he’d see - you’re clad in only them, and the wet spot is so large by now that you’re scared it’s going to start dripping on the wooden floor. He coos at you when you nod, chest heaving, and he stands upright again, hands clasped in front of his stomach. 

“What is it that you want?”

“I- I-” You babble, voice hoarse. He grins this time, dimples a perfect contrast to the image of authority in front of you. 

“It’s meant to be a confession, right?” He says, still smiling. You moan. The whole thing is so dirty, so debauched that you arch your back, thrusting your nipples out into the cool air. He doesn’t move his eyes off of yours, wholly unaffected. “Tell me what you want.”

Your eyes flicker down to his fingers, still clasped together. His gaze follows you, and he doesn’t say anything. You lick your lips. “Please, father.”

Jeongin hums, nods. “Get on the bed for me. On your front.” 

You move so quickly that it would’ve been embarrassing in any other situation. You’re on your front on the bed within seconds, and you spread your legs so he can see exactly what the situation is doing to you. You hear his stuttered breath, and then footsteps. He shoves his face into your drenched underwear and inhales, and you’re squealing, canting your hips back.

“Jeongin! Jeonginnie, that’s-”

He inhales again, pulling back. “It’s what? It’s dirty, baby?” He muses, running a fingertip up the seam of your folds through your panties. You’re so wet that your underwear must be translucent by now, and you gasp when the pad of his finger just barely breaches your hole, through the fabric. “I’ll tell you what’s dirty. Presenting this ass for your fucking priest is dirty.”

“Oh my god,” You wail, head dropping to shove your face against your forearms. “I-I’m dirty, father, I can’t help myself.”

“I can see that.”

His thumbs hook into your panties, and you hear them fall to the floor with an embarrassingly wet noise. The cold air hits your folds, a sensation so jarring that it feels like there’s something biting at the sensitive area between your legs, and you try - and fail - to avoid squirming. 

“How long has it been since your last confession?” Jeongin says, voice steady, and you blink. Before you can answer, two digits are sinking into your hole deep, and he curls them upwards to hit your g-spot. The feeling makes you whine, and your gummy walls clench on his fingers, gushing more and more slick down to his knuckles without him even properly moving them. “Tell me. How long has it been?”

“I don’t- I don’t know-”

“You wanted to do this properly, didn’t you?” He scoffs out a laugh, digits finally starting to piston inside of you. You keen, trying to grind your hips to get your clit some form of attention with how it’s aching and untouched.

“Yeah! I did, but- I can’t- Iyennie-”

“Father.”

“Father! Father, it’s been-” You really can’t think. You’re not sure what he means, but something within you tells you he’s referring to the last time you’d been such a whore, needy for his touch, and that had been literally yesterday. “It’s only been a day, father, please, please, more-”

“That’s right, a day,” He coos fondly, and his thumb finally, finally, moves down to rub against your clit. It’s messy, imprecise, but you wail and thrash as if it’s the best thing you’ve ever felt. It truly feels like it is. “I make you cum every single day, and you’re still a dirty little whore. You know what happens to bad girls, honey.”

“Hnng, no, I don’t know, I don’t know!”

“You don’t know many things, do you?” He sounds irritated now, his words coming out in clipped, short sentences. His thumb presses harder on your clit and his fingers somehow push deeper, all of their length pressing inside of you as the most delicious thing you’ve ever felt. “Bad girls take what they’re given.”

You have to. You can’t find it in you to respond, and when you get so close, so close that you can feel it beginning to rattle your teeth, his hand pulls away. You want to throw a tantrum, to stomp your feet and beg him for something, anything, but your orgasm is ruined before you can find it in you to speak. He's snickering behind you, and you moan in dismay.

“That’s one,” He murmurs, and you hear the wet sounds of him sucking his fingers clean. He spits on your asshole and you feel it dribble down to your pussy, adding to the mess between your folds, a wet patch forming beneath you on the sheets. You're out of breath, toes curling and relaxing, tears biting at your eyes. “I think two more edges and you can cum.”

[davidtennan-t]

May Noble Guide You. Always.

Donna is always looking out for ways to help her best friend.

Major angst but a happy ending! Inspired by this post, because I still think about Fourteen morning, noon and night.

And yes, Skyrim is involved.

1592 words - also available on AO3

-

“Hey, Spaceman?”

“Yeah, Donna?”

A pause.

“Have you ever dabbled in video games?”

The Doctor glanced up from the toaster he was tinkering with, eyes peeking over the top of his glasses. Even after so many years of travelling, living, experiencing, he was sure he’d never been asked such a question before.

“Hm, not really,” he answered after a second of musing, “never really been my thing, with this face or any of my other faces. Not even the younger version of this face.”

Donna nodded and returned her attention back to her laptop.

An article was open on her screen, which she was attentively scrolling through.

‘Gaming as therapy? Research shows video games can provide distraction and escapism.’

“Oh, wait!”

Donna nearly jumped out of her seat – she still wasn’t used to his sudden outbursts, even if he had been living with them for nearly half a year now, and she had of course travelled with him all those years ago.

Some things never changed.

“Could you announce your brainwaves any louder?” she uttered but turned to listen.

“I once saved Rose from certain death by playing pinball,” the Doctor explained, “true story. And I did have a run-in with Iwatani Tohru when an alien invaded his base model for Pac Man… lovely bloke, he was. There was also that time I tried to stay with the Ponds, played on something called a ‘Wii’. Oh! Yaz once challenged me to a game of Tetris – I wasn’t very good at it.”

Somehow Donna knew that last part was a lie by the way his nose scrunched up. She shook her head in amusement.

“I won’t even ask,” she smirked. The Doctor smirked back and returned to his tinkering.

As she continued to read the article, listening to the sounds of the toaster slowly being dissected, Donna wondered if the idea forming in her mind would be worth it.

She would do anything to help her best friend. Even if they’d found ways and means to help him in this ‘semi-retirement’ period, it didn’t hurt to try new methods.

“Why’d you ask?”

Donna glanced up to the form of the tinkering Time Lord again and smiled.

“No reason, just curious… Rose dabbled with gaming for a while, but I don’t think it’s really her thing.”

The Doctor’s expression formed acknowledgement, just as a couple of screws fell onto the dining table.

“By the way, you know what happened last time you tinkered with that toaster. You can apologise to the fire crew this time, not me,” Donna smirked, “anyway, it’s time for dinner – your turn to make the toasties. And how you’re gonna make them without the toaster, I’ll never know.”

“I’ll use the grill!”

“You nearly blew the house up last time.”

The Doctor rolled his eyes.

Guess it was time to put the toaster back together.

-

A couple of weeks later, the Doctor was riding a storm. It was an invisible one, but Donna could see how hard it was affecting him this time.

Odd little things would begin to happen. His smile wouldn’t be as bright, his movements became slower, and his voice lost its erratic spark – the family were reminded they were living with an old, wounded man who’d been through unimaginable horrors.

It started with a nightmare, this time. Or, maybe it didn’t… Donna told herself the Time Lord didn’t always need a reason to feel the way he did. He didn't need a trigger point.

He’d told her himself – he’d lived a lot and suffered in the fifteen years since they’d travelled together.

He’d lost a lot.

And sometimes, that hit him like a brick wall.

“Doctor?” Donna announced quietly as she walked into the living room. It was just the two of them in the house for the afternoon, but she’d barely saw or spoke to the Doctor since breakfast. He’d hidden in the TARDIS for a while, but then she’d spotted that skinny frame trudging back into the house as she’d pottered in the garden.

And here he was. Sat on the sofa, hunched over, elbows on his skinny legs with his hands hiding his face. His hair seemed messier than normal, and he wasn’t even wearing that waistcoat of his.

“You okay?”

No response.

Donna didn’t hesitate to sit down right beside him, silently letting him know she was close.

Almost immediately, the Doctor uncurled himself with a heavy inhale, realising he wasn’t alone anymore.

Donna didn’t need to see the tear stains on his cheeks to know he’d been crying.

And then, the Doctor shuffled towards her like a wounded animal and wrapped both arms around her, while burying his face into her shoulder.

Donna’s arms wrapped around him in turn without hesitation. She gently held the back of his head, her fingers gently massaging through his hair – he seemed to like that. It calmed him, even if he’d never admit to it.

Silence prolonged for a few minutes.

Donna glanced over at the TV. Or rather, she glanced at the brand-new box sat beside it. A black box with a remote control perched on top. It was funnily shaped, almost like a Sontaran ship.

Obviously, she hadn’t mentioned that part to the checkout man when she’d purchased it.

Perhaps it was time to put that box to use. The box that held these forms of escapism and adventure... maybe it would work, maybe it wouldn’t – but she was willing to give it a try.

“You’re okay, Spaceman,” Donna whispered to break the silence, returning her attention back to the Time Lord, “I’m right here.”

“I know you are,” came the muffled reply from her shoulder – not in his ‘I’m not that dumb’ tone, but rather a proclamation of ‘I’m so glad you’re with me.’

His voice was still shaky and rough, so Donna gently leaned back to rest against the soft cushions of the sofa, while the Doctor followed and tucked himself against her, those long legs curling up like a cheetah after a run. She knew he was feeling rough when he didn’t want to leave her side, not for a while at least.

“M’sorry,” the Doctor said in a muffle. Donna heard the guilt in his voice, and she wouldn’t have it.

“Don’t be so daft,” she said softly, “I’ve told you before and I’ll tell you again. You’re home… and home is where you’re looked after.”

She kept a hand on the back of his head, stroking through his wiry brown but greying hair. 

And they sat like that for ten minutes. A sad but comfortable silence.

And then, Donna decided it was time – time to see if that box beside the TV could bring her best friend a new form of comfort.

“I have something for you to try,” she announced.

The Doctor knew what those words meant. It meant Donna was trying for him. His old, arrogant and younger-self wouldn’t have entertained any such ideas she laid out for him, but now, he did… he wanted to.

“What’s that?” the Doctor asked, sniffing lightly.

“Wait here,” Donna told him, gently easing herself away from the Doctor so she could get up and walk to the TV.

The Doctor watched, intrigued, as the TV lit up and beeps emitted from the large black box, now glowing green.

He didn’t question anything. Not even when Donna returned to him with some sort of controller in hand. He sat up and took it from her when she offered it out to him.

“It’s all set up for you. Rose helped me do it… pick any game you like. I’ll be making supper if you need me.”

-

An hour or so later, Donna hadn’t heard a peep from the Doctor.

All she could hear over the boiling potatoes and the rather noisy air fryer, where odd sounds coming from the TV. With everything prepped and ready, Rose and Shaun due home shortly, she took off her oven mitts and returned to the living room.

There, she found the Doctor, in a very different state to how she’d found him earlier.

He was perched on the edge of the sofa, but his head wasn’t in his hands this time.

Instead, his long fingers were gripping the controller, his tired but intrigued eyes watching the screen while his thumbs moved the joysticks.

Donna’s heart suddenly felt very, very full.

“Enjoying yourself?” she asked.

The Doctor didn’t stop what he was doing – on the screen, there was a cat-like creature wearing rags running around a medieval looking city.

“I used to be an adventurer like you… then I took an arrow in the knee.”  Came a voice from the TV, between the calming melody of music.

Donna didn’t have a clue about any of it, but she smiled.

“It’s interesting, I’ll give you that,” finally came the reply. “I’m supposed to be alerting some Jarl about a dragon. But I thought the flowers were more interesting, so I’m collecting them.”

Donna still didn’t have a clue, but she nodded.

“Okay, well, not too much longer, mister… Shaun and Rose will be back shortly, and supper is nearly ready.”

“Whatever you say, Mum,” the Doctor acknowledged.

Donna shook her head with a smile and decided to return to the kitchen.

“Donna-”

She stopped, looking back towards the sofa. The Doctor was looking at her, a small smile on his face. A smile which she could see was ladened with an appreciation, perhaps some relief, even.

“This is helping,” he said. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Spaceman.”

[mara-xx217]

The Monsters' Favourite- Ch. 32 Date Night (Special Episode Starring the Unknown)

You know I had to have one with the newest freak of the Fog lol

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence and Death, Slight Voyeurism, Monster Fucking, Semi Public Masturbation, Fingering, Alien Biology, Dubcon/Noncon, Creampie

A sliver of Greenville was transported to the Entity's realm, a place that Mikaela and new girl Sable both grew up in. How strange for it to be here, of all places… You didn’t know if it was truly strange that it was here, being tied to two survivors that were rather to their peers in the Fog. They were strange individuals, strange but good natured. It was no surprise that something else found its way into the Entity’s embrace, especially something so infamous that its track record spanned decades, leading into the next century. 

Mikaela and Sable always believed in the Fog, even before they truly knew it or had any reason to do so. They believed in the dark, though Mikaela tried to find the light within it while Sable reveled in the pitch black. She was the first to believe in the things that could go bump in the night, though she was the last between the two of them to truly experience it. They were mixed upon seeing the square of their hometown in the Entity’s realm. It was nostalgic but sad. Disturbing. Sable warned of something incredibly dangerous that lurked in the darkest corners of Greenville, worse than the run of the mill killers that all survivors faced on a regular basis. Something that made people go mad and little girls rip their eyeballs out. It thoroughly disturbed everyone, everyone but you. 

A new killer…? A new companion? 

“Don’t go to that terrible place… It’s… not what Mikaela and I once knew it to be.” Sable looked tired whenever she gave this warning. Everyone dreaded the trial that they would be sent to it, where they would ultimately see whatever terrible thing lurked in the dark and spirited its victims away. 

Everyone but you. 

It was strange to see such a modern addition to the Fog… It was comforting, in a way, even in spite of how twisted everything was. Holes where they didn’t belong, ruin and destruction, flickering lights… At least the arcades and the projector in the movie theater still worked, you mused. That was a boon that you weren’t expecting, though it certainly was a pleasant surprise, especially since you found the arcade machines were actually functional. 

“Huh… When’s the last time I’ve played a game like this?” You don’t know why you were speaking aloud, fiddling with the bumpers of a worn down pinball machine as it ringed and beeped an obnoxious tune. You found yourself straining your ears as you looked over your shoulder. 

…a quick game or two wouldn’t hurt, would it? 

One game turned into seven, and you were kicking and tilting the machine by the time you got annoyed enough to stop. If this thing actually required money to function, you would have probably lost your mind by this point. You cursed it and kicked it once more, swearing as you hit it in just the right way so you really felt it underneath the nail of your big toe. You felt a flash of hot pain course through your foot and you shouted, hobbling over to a bench that you heavily plopped down upon with a sigh. 

Huh. Was this the most normalcy that you’ve had in a while? Maybe it was… but it didn’t change the fact that you were being watched from somewhere, by someone or, rather, by something. You felt the hairs on your body stand on end as you perceived something in the upstairs room of the movie theater. 

“...”

“...” 

Or maybe you were just being paranoid that you hadn’t seen your newest partner yet? It was unusual to go so long without being pounced on by a needy killer. Maybe it was stalking you? Fear and apprehension began to creep up the side of your neck, colouring your face slightly as you picked at the skirt of your yellow sundress. 

“...hello…?” 

Your ears perked up slightly.

“Hello? I-I… I need some help…” 

No, you definitely heard something, though it was so quiet that you thought your mind was playing tricks on you. Your instincts told you to run away and get the hell out of the realm but something greater bolted you in place, briefly soothing your fear into something still uncertain but far more manageable than blindly fearing the Unknown. 

“...hello?” Oh, why did you do that?! Sometimes your body still acts on its own, against your control and consent. Moments like this leave your heart racing and your blood pressure doubling, especially as you strain your ears against the ear-ringing silence and the barely audible whispers of the Entity. 

“...”

“...” 

…or maybe it really was nothing after all… You can’t deny the fact that a not so insignificant part of you was disappointed not seeing this new addition to the Fog. Where was it, anyway? Was it hiding from you…? That was a laughable thought, though you certainly wondered as you sat in place, distracted. 

“Hmph-” 

You left for the time being. Maybe it wasn't yet acclimated to this new place? You felt… disappointed. Were you truly so far gone that you felt disappointment in not meeting some decades old horror face to face? Yeah, actually, you were… This disappointment lingered until you were in your next trial, unsurprisingly in Greenville and more unsurprisingly against the Unknown. 

The feeling of being watched loomed over you again, and you hummed to yourself as you shook off the spine-tingling chill of fear that wracked your entire body. 

One survivor fell… 

Screaming hit your ears from across the small square. Someone ran past you, panicking as they ripped their hair out and tried to swat away something… Unknown. 

Two survivors fell… 

Distorted voices cried out, for help, for mercy… It wasn’t genuine but rather cold, calculated to cause discomfort and fear to rise in the already panicking survivors. It scared them to the point that it made even the most experienced out of them all fall to the Unknown’s basic but insidious tactics. 

Three survivors fell… 

You sat on the bench in the square, observing how scuffed up your shoes were. Was it over yet? Maybe you would be the next one anyway… Not knowing what would happen next was both terrifying and exciting. Would it kill you? Fuck you? Out of the corner of your eye, you thought you saw something peering at you from the corner of the theater building. 

“...oh…? What’s… -this?” The voice was hushed, barely audible from where you were seated but you could still hear it with startling quality. It sounded like a chorus of individuals speaking as one, but… no, not quite. There was a slight delay in the speech, as though not all the voices were matching one another. Not out of confusion, no, more like… the right words weren’t available to the creature that was using them to speak. 

“Huh?” You lean forward a little, straining your ears as you did so. In the moment it takes you to blink, whatever is hiding around the theater is gone. Oh. Everything is silent and your anxiety begins to rise slowly. 

“Mmm… I- like it…” 

The voice was spoken directly into your ear, breathless and unnaturally quiet. For a fraction of a second, your heart leapt into your throat and your vision was briefly clouded by stars, but the panic that you felt instantly evaporated and you were left with a warm feeling that blanketed your body and smothered into something far more useful and pliable for both the Unknown and the Entity.

“What would… -you like?” The question caught you off guard. What was it asking…? You could feel it looming just behind you, so close that you swear you could see it in your peripheral vision but it was just barely out of sight. A loud POP filled your ears as the Unknown settled behind you, waiting for your answer.

“I… don’t understand?” You were left genuinely confused by its question. What would you like…? That didn’t matter, or it never mattered to anyone else, it seemed. The Unknown shifted behind you, almost as if examining you from behind. 

“What would… -you like?” It repeated it again, only louder this time. You stared at the ground, at the twisting shadow that was casted from behind you. 

“I… don’t mind anything. You can do anything you want to me, I-” You were a little startled by an unsettling groaning sound. It wasn’t quite a growl, but it was something close, like something hard being ground against each other. 

“What. -would. You. -like?” Gnarled fingers grazed against your shoulder, brushing against the thin strap of your dress. 

“I…” You were left a little stumped. You didn’t fully understand what kind of question it was asking you. What did you want it to do to you? What did you want to do with it? …what did you want? 

What did you want…? 

“I… want-” You trailed off for a brief moment as your eyes landed on the movie theater. 

“-to see a movie with you.” It was a halfhearted attempt at a joke, really. You were nervous and didn’t know what else to say. And… yeah. You did want to go see a movie. You thought the Unknown would become annoyed at the very least, or even angry, but to your surprise you felt it place a broken, disjointed hand on your shoulder and gently urge you to stand up with a slight push from behind. 

“O-kay… Date -night?” Oh. …oh!

Well… that wasn’t what you were expecting, but it was certainly a pleasant surprise. You were led into the movie theater, the Unknown awkwardly shuffling in behind you. A part of you was going to jokingly ask if the two of you could get some popcorn or something, but then you remembered seeing a severed arm both in the machine and under the counter and your stomach decided against it. 

It’s not like you’re going to have much of an appetite soon enough… 

You weren’t sure exactly what you were expecting as you entered the dilapidated theater with the Unknown at your back. It was dark, as expected, but the large hole in the side of the room had completely distracted you from the fact that you were being sat down in one of the aisle seats. It was a little uncanny how the light from the outside lamp posts seemed to die before it entered the theater, leaving it shrouded in a darkness that was almost unnatural. Your heart began to pound in your chest as you waited to see the Unknown pass before you, so you could at least catch a look at its silhouette as it passed in front of the projection that was playing idly but to your surprise it instead took a seat behind you.

“H-Hmm…?” 

What… was it doing…? 

You don’t think you’ve ever had a killer do something like this before. Not even… No, not even Max, who was probably one of the shyest people you’ve ever met. Even more than Dwight… It made you blush a little as you thought of them both, which somehow felt wrong, given the circumstances. 

Even though this is your entire purpose… You’re nothing but a-

A symphony of POPS filled your ears and made you jump slightly. Damn.. does that hurt? A part of you felt sympathetic to the Unknown, even after catching only a few fleeting glimpses of it from afar. Would it allow you to touch it? Did it even want you so close to it? Was it keeping its distance, or was it merely observing you for now? All of these uncertainties made you antsy, and it made your already warming body heat up even more as you could feel the Unknown staring at you from over your shoulder. 

“H-HRRHMMM…~” 

The sound made your hairs stand on end as it vibrated through your body. The Unknown’s hand fell from your shoulder and onto the back of your chair, where it gripped it tightly. Your heart skips a beat and you ball up the skirt of your dress as you feel the old wood and plastic shift and creak under its vice grip.

You know a leering stare when you feel one, and you certainly felt it in spades. Was it staring at your chest…? You unconsciously crane your neck to the side, slightly pushing up your breasts with your upper arms as the Unknown shifted behind you. 

“...h-hot…~” 

Your face began to heat up as you felt a room temperature breath tickle the back of your partially exposed neck and ear. A thrill ran up and down your spine as you caught a glimpse of its face from the corner of your eye, far too low with a neck that was far too long and with an expression that both made your stomach churn with fear and excitement. Your body began to tremble as you heard the chair behind you creak, a soft, wet, squishing sound just barely audible over your breathing and racing heart.

SQUELCH

SLIP

SQUISH

The Unknown’s contorted body pressed against your back as it learned towards you. There was no mistaking the quiet sounds and noticeable rhythm of movement for anything else other than that, right? You rubbed your thighs together as your breathing picked up, hitching slightly as the urge to move and do… something, anything other than just sit there suddenly took hold of you. 

“What… -do you think? Like -this?” 

You were unable to stifle a gasp as the Unknown seemed to drape itself around you, at first what you thought was an arm was in fact its long, distorted neck practically wrapping around your shoulders like a scarf as the rest of its body slunk over the tops of the seats not unlike a snake would, though with far more limbs and more joints that needed to be popped in and out of place to achieve the shocking movement. 

“...heavy -p-petting…?~” 

Its voices were flat, not filled with the correct intention, but you didn’t need words to know what it wanted from you. 

With its left arm, the Unknown looped it around your waist, leaning its surprisingly heavy body mass against your side as its other hand was busy in between its legs moving in a gesture that was all too familiar to you. You squirmed in place as the Unknown rested its cheek against your chest, a disturbing, fixed smile on its face as its fingers tickled up the side of your inner thigh, pulling up the thin fabric of your skirt. A low, rumbling sound hits your ears as you begin to part your legs for the Unknown. You bite your lip and try to hold back a shudder but fail to do so as you feel crooked, broken fingers dig in between your thighs and clumsily press into the wet folds of your sex.

“O-Oh…”

The Unknown seemed to have a general idea of how ‘heavy petting’ works, but it likely has only observed from afar instead of partaking, itself. It was in the right area, doing all the right movements but it was unpracticed and jerky, as though it struggled to maintain its fine motor functions. It wasn’t unpleasant by any means, a little rough at times but not at all like how other killers treat you, purposefully trying to harm and humiliate you through the action. The Unknown was almost curious as to your reaction, maintaining full concentration on your face as you spread your legs open further and sank down into your chair with a shaky sigh. 

Every movement it made, your toes curled in response. The Unknown circled around your clit, briefly pushing it in before sliding down from it and pressing its thumb into the entrance of your vagina. T-This- This is so- O-OH!~ 

“M-MMM-!~” You moan and arch your back as the Unknown pushes its thumb up to the knuckle inside of you. I-It’s so long and feel so- O-OUUGH-!~ All of its fingers bent in ways that were physically impossible, or rather improbable, for a typical human being. Its thumb is bent the wrong way! Like it's the wrong way out, or- 

You blindly fumbled around until you grabbed the Unknown by its knobby wrist. It shuddered and groaned as it inserted its forefinger inside of you. So warm, so soft…~ It felt good to reciprocate that action back, on its own body. It felt even better that you were watching it, slightly wide eyed and slack jawed as you tried to make sense of its anatomy. You threw your other hand atop of its right, wrapping around it as it both stroked itself and occasionally dipped its fingers into itself just as it did with you, even mimicking the same ‘come here’ motion that had your hips bucking and your vision narrowing. 

“R-Right there-!~ Mmm-!~ I-I can’t-!” 

Your legs began to quake as the Unknown found and massaged your sweet spot over and over again. An embarrassing amount of liquid erupted from in between your legs, causing your eyes to go slightly cross and your back to arch. Your other hand was now wrapped around the Unknown’s slippery, inconsistent member, not anything like a human penis but nothing like anything else you’ve ever experienced in your time in the Fog either. Instead of pulling its fingers out, the Unknown shoved a third inside of you as you leaned over to the side, breathing heavily as you felt one of its legs push in between your own and prop it open so it had full access to your nethers. 

“More-?~ Next… -base?” 

It disturbed you how tightly its body was wound against your own, but it didn’t cool the raging arousal you felt as the sharply pointed head of its cock rubbed in between your folds and retreated into the warmth of your clenched fist. The Unknown pulled its fingers out of you and allowed you to guide it towards your entrance, shivering and gripping your thigh and hip tightly as it was instantly attracted to the warmth of your body.

“H-Ha… A-AHH-?!~” 

Your voice rose in pitch as you were suddenly filled. Shit-! That’s a lot- FUCK, IT’S A LOT-!!! It was reminiscent of the Demogorgon’s cock in how it seemed to fluidly change shape, both in length and girth. A garbled groan left the Unknown’s chest as its hips bucked into you, instantly putting pressure against the entrance to your womb. It’s squirming-! It’s so slipper and it’s TOO MUCH-!!!~ 

Your body was pretzeled into an awkward position, but the discomfort was nothing in comparison to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that you felt as the Unknown began to slam and grind its hips against your own. No, it wasn’t quite its hips, or it was, but it wasn’t the part of the pelvis that the genitals typically rested at. Rather, it sat almost on top of its hips, near where its naval would be if it had one. 

You squeaked in surprise as you felt something pointed scrape against your sensitive bits. Instinctively, you tried to squirm away but you found yourself unable to move in the Unknown’s firm grasp, especially when you felt something all but clamp down onto the soft mounds of your pubic region. 

“W-WHA-?! O-OUUGHH!!!~” 

It was like something was biting you! Long ,thin, teeth-like appendages sprouted from the gaping hole of the Unknown’s abdomen, slightly blunted but still digging into your skin in such a way that blood could be drawn if you tried to pull away from its advances too hard. They twitch around your vulva and squeeze down on you whenever you try to squirm or your hips bucked too hard away from it. 

“Good…~ Baby…~ So wet~ -sexy…~” 

The Unknown was breathing against your heaving cleavage, its tongue snaked out of its twisted maw and down the front of your dress. Your vision was blurred with tears and you were lighthead and dizzy from having the air fucked out of your lungs. A wet SLAP accompanied every bump of its hips against your own, a thick, sticky fluid leaking out of the wound on its stomach and smearing all over your ass and your pussy. It was an excellent lubricant and made every subsequent orgasm that you had come swiftly and without warming.

“O-OHHH!!!~ M-MMM-!~ G-GUUUH!!!~” 

“H-Ha~ -c-coming…~” 

Its tongue slid up your neck as its lower abdomen began to twitch. You felt an uncomfortable pressure begin to swell inside of you, only for it to suddenly double in intensity so that your limbs were jerking and twitching erratically as you desperately tried to escape the unbearable stretch that threatened to tear you in half from the inside out. 

Painful, needle-like pricks dug into your sex as you felt a thick, room temperature liquid suddenly rush inside of you. Panicked gasps leave your mouth as you struggle to breathe. There’s so much-! Fuck, you’ll burst!!! Even though it hurt like hell, you were cumming again, and again… and again, until both you and the Unknown slipped into the floor, with you lying prone on your stomach as it was on top of you, with one of its legs wrapped around yours and its neck draping over your shoulders, so its head laid just in front of yours and it could look you in the eyes. 

“O-Ooouughh… P-Please…” Your voice was a quiet whisper as you squirmed against the pressure in your lower abdomen. The Unknown was shifting inside of you, its cock slowly sliding out of you with only the aid of gravity. The relief you felt was immeasurable, but your eyes snapped open wide and you screamed as it thrusted back inside of you with a confidence it didn’t have before. 

“-again. More- Shh- I’m almost done-” 

It repeated many phrases it learned during its time while stalking humans. It applied all the knowledge it learned from them onto you, to make you feel good, to make you squirm, to make you cry… The Unknown didn’t have a need to hurt you, not exactly a desire to cause harm nor to hunt you, but participating in something that it has seen countless times was exhilarating in a way, especially when you welcomed it all, even when it purposefully fucked you in ways that made you cry and scream for mercy...

@prettycutebunny, @infinitewhore, @kennbb, @cherrysodalite, @thanksatt, @pink-soft-shadow, @sinlessdesire, @hoemine, @memoryofheather @horny-3

[luigra]

So listening to one of Joe's VODs I& missed as usual, he had a segment when he discussed his plans for the future for actually turning Deepfield into a real life pinball machine. He had an idea to turn it into a multi-season megabase project too. And it kind of struck me& just how profoundly he loves it.

Deepfield was his Minecraft home for so long. He flew through its every nook and cranny, built every inch of it painstakingly block by block. Every single step of the process had so much thought and effort put into it, effort that you can literally go see on your screen the recordings of, that happened in real time. It's almost stupid big for a pinball machine. But it's the only way to make your recreation faithful. You need every inch of it to be accurate. You're faithful to it.

The way he talks about it. Have you heard how he talks about pinball machines. The intricacies of the mechanisms themselves as one of the most exciting parts of them? Him explaining the logistics of actually making it real reminds you that it's actually quite a big commitment, until you think about how committed he stayed to the project for a whole year now and realize that it's not a question of dedication but mostly just financial ability.

If I& were in his place, and I& spent so long giving so much love to this machine, and there came to be a day when I would see it work, buttons activate under the presses of my& hands, so alive, every inch of it familiar like home. Fuck. How would a person even withstand this feeling. Would you not cry?

It would be inaccurate to thank a muse for descending from Olympus itself to guide your hand in making its flesh, because you are on your own and your guidance self-written, and you deserve a little credit for it, but for the sake of poetry it's a really apt comparison to call Deepfield your muse.

There is no way to write what they have as a romance novella, because the only accurate way to describe their relationship would be to write down a every measurement taken, his work schedules for the last year or so, cite the research he's read, attach diagrams of machines he's played, spreadsheets of costs planning... and by then what you have is a manual. Put THAT in the love story category.

I& can't do it justice. The only person who can write this shipping fanfic and do it justice is Joe Hills himself.

[theshippirate22]

Thinking Of Someone For Whom He Still Burns

written for ‘cake’ wc: 311 | rated: G | cw: Descriptions of the band Cake ;)

a/n i really wanted to do this for @steddiemicrofic because i love the concept but i’m like kinda super nervous ngl that i didn’t get the rules right so please let me know if i messed up and i can take it down

“I’m sorry, do you wanna run that one by me again?”

Steve huffs indignantly and crosses his arms, focusing on kicking a pebble as he walks. “Why, so you can just make fun of me more?”

“I won’t!” Eddie laughs. “I won’t! I just… need some explanation on this one.”

There’s a moment of hesitation, then Steve mutters, “They call me Cake.”

“And why do they call you Cake?” Eddie glances around casually.

“My ass, mostly.”

He snorts, ducking his head to hide his chuckling but Steve looks over for a minute and mirrors it.

“It’s not my fault, you know.”

“Your ass isn’t your fault?”

He shoves lightly him with his shoulder. “Look, I’m going to assume you don’t watch a lot of NASCAR.”

“You’d be right.”

“Whenever the big names go out on the track, they play like… their theme song. So the King’s is We Are the Champions and Hargrove’s is some shitty rock song and I wasn’t even supposed to have one, you know? They didn’t think I was gonna be good because I’m the rookie.” The rock bounces off to where he can’t kick it anymore, so instead he passes a jab at every stone his toes can meet and they all go flying off like a crowded pinball machine. “My PR team chose one for me when they realized I was actually kinda good. And it was The Distance. By Cake. Kinda classic.”

“Not even a little.”

“And what would you suggest?”

Eddie muses for a moment. “Enter Sandman.”

“Whatever.” Steve rolls his eyes again. “Some girl on TikTok made an edit of me… well, my ass at least. To that song. So, they call me Cake.”

Eddie stops walking.

“What are you doing?”

“Turn around! I’m seeing if they’re right.”

He catches up again, grinning.

“What do you think?”

“I think they’re definitely right.”