#really gotta get my hands on the game and actually try it for myself though

[mysteryshoptls]

2025-2026 Player Birthday Login Message Lines

These are all the messages that you get from the boys when you log in on the birthday that you set in-game from 18 Mar 2025 to 17 Mar 2026! For those that want to hear them, you can find them in the Archive, under the tab その他　→　監督生バースデー⑤. (This will not be in your game archives until the birthday you set passes.)

You can find the 2021-2022 Birthday Login Message Lines here! You can find the 2022-2023 Birthday Login Message Lines here! You can find the 2023-2024 Birthday Login Message Lines here! You can find the 2024-2025 Birthday Login Message Lines here!

HEARTSLABYUL

Riddle

Happy Birthday, [Yuu]. It may only be a small token, but I've prepared a gift for you. Here is a spare tie. I'm sure you won't get yours dirtied often, but there is always the chance. In order to follow the rules and dress appropriately, you should make sure to carry it on you at all times.

Ace

Oh, there they are. Heeey, [Yuu]. You free? Let's go play some b-ball. Why...? I mean, today's your birthday, right? I thought I'd celebrate you in my own way, is all. Come on, let's go, we gotta get moving 'til our stomach growls. There's another bit of "fun" to look forward to after, too.

Deuce

[Yuu], Happy Birthday. I went and rented a blastcycle for you today. I just thought it'd be nice to let my hardworking friend feel the breeze on their face for once. Might be a good change of pace, don't you think? Don't worry, I'll drive totally safe. Here, get on the back. Once you're ready to go, we're off!

Cater

Happy Birthday! Thanks for all the work you do as a prefect. Don't you get tired from working so hard? That's why I got.... this! Some bath salts recommended by yours truly! The rose petals inside are super cute, and the fragrance really helps to soothe your soul～ Tell me what you thought later!

Trey

[Yuu], Happy Birthday. I was actually thinking of heading to a café today, want to come with? Apparently the sweets there are made by a first-class pâtissier. Aren't you curious how it'll taste? You think I'm just wanting to taste it for myself? ...Haha, no way. I'm just trying to celebrate you for your birthday.

SAVANACLAW

Leona

I thought it was sounding pretty rowdy, but I see it was just 'cause it's your birthday. Good for you. Huh? You want to eat lunch with me because it's your birthday? That's a pretty strong demand from a little herbivore like you. Well now, what sort of delicious meat will you treat me to, hm...? You're extending an invitation to me, of all people, so I'm expecting a lavish feast.

Jack

Happy Birthday. I'm just saying that as a fellow schoolmate. It's not like I'm looking to get along, or anything. Hm? The candy jar you got as a gift won't open? Fine, hand it over. ...There you go. I'm pretty nice for someone who doesn't want to get along...? What's that supposed to mean? Don't get ahead of yourself, just 'cause it's your birthday.

Ruggie

[Yuu]-kun, Happy Birthday～ Feels like you're growin' a bit more with another year under your belt. Oh yeaah, you should totally show off how mature you got. For example, maaaybe you can treat me to something. You'll buy me a lil' snack? Sheeheehee, thaaaanks～ This is why it's great havin' cute lil' underclassmen like you.

OCTAVINELLE

Azul

[Yuu]-san, a very Happy Birthday to you. ...Whatever is the problem? You have a concerned look on your face. You haven't finished your homework? Even though the party is right around the corner? Well, isn't this a predicament. Allow me to embody the spirit of compassion and assist you. Not to worry, proper compensation can be discussed at a later date... Right?

Jade

Happy Birthday. I've prepared a present for you. Here you go. This is a patch of moss that I cultivated and separated out just for you. Also, here is a booklet on how to care for it. Please show me how well your moss has grown six months from now. ...You absolutely won't allow it to wither and die, now, will you?

Floyd

Shrimpy-chan, Happy Birthday～ Here ya go, I brought a cake just for you. ...Eh, the cake inside's a mess? Ohhh right～ That might be 'cause I dropped it earlier. So? There somethin' wrong with that? It's not like the taste'll change. Eat it already, c'mon.

SCARABIA

Kalim

Happy Birthday! Pheeew, I'm feelin' so excited. Makes me wanna dance! Oh yeah, wanna dance together at your birthday party later? ...Ahaha, you don't gotta know what moves to make! I'm just gonna dance for you with all my best wishes, so that'll be fun enough!

Jamil

Happy Birthday, [Yuu]. Are you ready to be completely mobbed by everyone in the spirit of your birthday? Eh, you're not? Hey, that's why I'm always telling you to be prepared for any... ...Mm, maybe I shouldn't nag like this on their birthday of all days... Ugh, fine, I'll get you ready. First, we have to do something about those clothes, got it?

POMEFIORE

Vil

Happy Birthday. You seem to be having a grand time. Perhaps you didn't need my well wishes? Of course that couldn't possibly have been the case. That's why I've made my way here before heading to my club. I have a present to hand to you, as well. You should be grateful that I took the time for you like this. Keep on striving for perfection.

Epel

Happy Birthday! It's about your present, but... Wanna come with me to pick something out at Foothill Town? I was looking into a bunch of stuff, but I don't really know what's really in right now... You sure? Great! Then let's go right now! I'm really looking forward to shopping with you!

Rook

Happy Birthday, are you enjoying your special day? Your beauty still astounds as another year passes! This is my present to you. I made sure to thoroughly prepare something that you are guaranteed to love. As a hunter, I cannot allow my aim to be off the mark, after all. Hurry, please open it. I want to hear your thoughts as soon as I can.

IGNIHYDE

Idia

Happy Birthday... ...Eh, you have a favor to ask me? Ugh, that's worse than having to give a present... I'll at least ask, but... what is it? You want me to tell you what computer I recommend? I mean, I build my own... EH, YOU'RE INTERESTED IN BUILDING YOUR OWN COMPUTER TOO!? Suuuure, of course I'll teach you! I gotchu, whether it's air-cooled PCs, liquid-cooled PCs, or anything else you want! When it comes to personal builds, I'm your man～!

Ortho

Today's your birthday, right? Happy Birthday! I have a present for you, too. Here you go, DVD of movies! I searched through all the reviews online and compiled all the most popular movies in each genre. Once you're finished watching everything, I'd love to verify your impress... Wait, I mean, I'd love to chat about what you thought of them!

DIASOMNIA

Malleus

Happy Birthday. In celebration, I've prepared some ice cream. Why did I choose this? Because I remember being elated, myself, when served this in the past. I can only hope you feel the same. ...You are? Well, wonderful.

Silver

Happy Birthday. Is there anything you'd like as a gift? You'd like to train with me? A spectacular attitude... Of course, I do not mind at all. However... The celebratory atmosphere may lead to me being more spirited than usual. Let me know if it becomes too difficult for you.

Sebek

Hey, human! You're looking more lax than usual. Do you not think you're letting yourself go too much, simply because it is your birthday? You're surprised I remembered? Well, obviously I did, my memory is much better than yours, after all! I won't say this is an offering for your birthday, or anything... But I should feed you something that'll put some muscle even on a weak human like you. Follow me!

Lilia

[Lilia pops out from the ceiling] HAPPY BIRTHDAY, [YUU]! Kheehee, a good reaction, indeed. Birthdays should all be about surprises. It seems like my little tactic was a big hit. I've got a present and some cake waiting for you, too. Basically, the plan was to treat you after giving you a little shock like that.

OTHERS

Grim

Happy Birthday, [Yuu]! C'mon, hurry and get ready to go! As the boss of the Gastronomy Club, I made you some real good food! I threw in a ton of leaves and roots, too! You're a real lucky hench-human, huh! Myahaha!

Crowley, Crewel, Trein, Rollo and Fellow do not have new lines. Theirs are repeated from last year’s.

Crowley

Ta-daaa! What do you suppose this could be? That’s correct, it’s an exchange coupon for use at the Mystery Shop! You have been a consistent helping hand, so… This is a special gift for you. Happy Birthday. Incidentally, that is only worth 500 madol (5 Thaumarks). It cannot be exchanged for something pricier than that. Please don’t hold it against me.

Crewel

It seemed rather rowdy in here, but now I see it was just you, pup. Are you excited simply because its your birthday? I see, well, in that case, I have a special present just for you. As for what it is… It is a special alchemy homework assignment. You should be happy; you’ll be able to improve your skills even further with this, don’t you think? Haha, Happy Birthday.

Trein

I hear it is your birthday today. Do continue to put forth your best effort in your studies as a student of academia. Allow me to gift you with some words of wisdom instead of a present, as someone who has been on this mortal coil slightly longer than yourself. Merely aging another year does not a mature person make. However, time spent on fruitful endeavors will always be of benefit to your growth.

Rollo

Whatever is the matter, [Yuu]-kun? There is a strange glimmer in your eyes… …Ah, I see. Today is your birthday. A present? Hmph. I hardly think that it should be something you request of others… But no matter. Indeed, birthdays should be treasured. However, what would be an acceptable gift…? I am afraid I’m rather unaccustomed to this. I would hope I do not disappoint you with a poor gift choice.

Fellow (EN: Ernesto)

Oh, my, hello there, my learned scholar! I’ve been searching, and finally, I’ve found you! I was fervently hoping to wish you well for your birthday. Here, your present. ...As fellows lacking in magical abilities, we should get along together, don'tcha think? Happy Birthday! Fwahaha!

Requested by @butterflyremix.

[cheshireliam]

"Me and You, Always" Story Event: Silvio Ricci Chapter 1

This is a fan-made translation solely for entertainment purposes with no guaranteed perfection; expect mistakes, grammatical errors, and some creative liberties. All original content and media used belongs to Cybird. Please support the game by buying their stories and playing their games. Reblogs appreciated.

Read this before interacting

<< Silvio's POV >>

Silvio: Hah? Seafood soup?

It was one of those summer nights where the heat still clings to your skin despite the sun having set in the horizon—.

The window was open and the sea breeze drifted into the room, I was enjoying some night time drinks with Emma when she suddenly brought up an unusual topic.

Emma: I read about a kind of soup that the fishermen in Benitoite often make.

Emma: They gather the leftover fish and shellfish from the day’s catch, then simmer it slowly with tomatoes and wine to bring out the flavours. 

Silvio: Ya talkin’ ‘bout Cacciucco?

Emma: That’s the one! 

Silvio: If ya wanna eat it, I can get someone to whip it up for ya.

Emma: I not only want to eat it, I want to make it myself.

Silvio: Then go ahead and make it. I can get ya all the ingredients ya need. 

Emma: No, actually… I want you to teach me how to make it, Prince Silvio. 

Silvio: Ain’t it just chuckin’ all the stuff in a pot and boil it? Got nothing' to teach. 

Emma: I meant the steps before putting the ingredients into the pot. Like how to clean and fillet the fish, and preparing the shellfish. I still don’t really understand even after reading the instructions in the book, so… 

(Ah, it see where this is goin’... never thought there'd be a woman who wants to gut fish with her own hands.)

Emma took a sip of her drink, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. 

Silvio: How ‘bout on the next day off? 

Emma: …! I’d love to. Thank you so much! 

(This woman’s as strange as ever…)

Emma: If I could be a little selfish and ask for one more thing… I want to try making the soup outdoors.

(... Or so I thought. Somethin’ ain’t right.) 

Silvio: Outdoors? Ya plannin’ somethin’ ain’t ya? 

Emma: I promise it’s nothing bad.

Silvio: Then ya can just tell me.

Emma: … I’m keeping it a secret for now.

Silvio: Knew it. Gotta be somethin’ shady. 

Emma: I would never plot anything bad against you, Prince Silvio. 

Silvio: How ‘bout ya think ‘bout all the stuff ya pull on me daily, then try sayin’ that again. 

Emma: That was then, this is now.

Emma: Ah, my glass is empty. 

Trying to dodge the subject, Emma grabbed the bottle and filled her glass.

Her hair swayed in the summer night breeze as she brought the glass that was nearly filled to the brim to her lips. 

Emma: I intend to prepare a proper thank you gift for all this, of course…!

Silvio: Hah, damn right you will. Don’t go forgettin’ that. 

(Been together with Emma for a while now, but even after all this time, I still can’t always read what she’s thinkin’.) 

(Ya never know what she’s gonna say next, but that’s what’s interestin’ ‘bout her I guess…)

(Though, I wonder what on earth’s she plannin’.) 

…

A few days later— with the setting sun on the horizon, we hauled the outdoor cooking gear into place. 

Emma was looking fascinated by all the tools we usually brought on sea voyages. 

Emma: So we just place the pot right on top of this fire stand to do the cooking. 

Emma: I thought we’d have to carry rocks and build a stove from scratch. 

Silvio: Ya tryin’ to start a survival camp or somethin’? 

I loaded the fire stand with the firewood I brought and struck the flint to spark a fire. 

Emma didn’t want to simply sit and watch, so she was already preparing the fish and shellfish we bought at the market. 

(She’s being weirdly motivated. I’ve been tryin’ to figure out all day what she’s up to, but I still don’t get it.) 

(She’s been real into adventure stories lately, so this probably got somethin’ to do with it, but…) 

Emma: Now we’re all set.

Silvio: Ya really gonna gut the fish yerself?

Emma: I want to, Master. 

Silvio: I don’t remember takin’ ya as an apprentice.

Silvio: Don’t be gettin’ yerself hurt, yeah? 

…

Emma: *Sigh*... that was pure bliss…

She placed her empty plate on the makeshift table and gazed up at the sky full of stars. 

The seafood soup we made together wasn’t exactly the most aesthetically pleasing, but watching Emma fumble her way through filleting the fish must’ve been some sort of secret ingredient that made it taste worlds better. 

(Been holed up in the palace too much lately, but havin’ a meal like this every now and then ain’t half bad.)

(... Even though I almost had a heart attack multiple times.)

Silvio: Don’t ya go sneakin’ off to practice on yer own, ya hear me?

Emma: Why not? 

Silvio: ‘Cause yer grip on the knife was damn shaky, that’s why. 

Emma: But I won’t get any better without practice.

Silvio: Then do it when I’m around.

Emma: But you’re busy— 

Silvio: Don’t matter. If it’s for ya, I got all the time in the damn world. 

I said it on impulse, and the moment I realised what I’d just blurted out, a wave of embarrassment hit me right in the face. 

Emma: You really are so kind. 

Silvio: Don’t say stuff that gives me goosebumps. 

Emma: Actually, I have a thank you gift for the ever so kind Prince Silvio, so… 

Emma: Could you close your eyes for a moment? 

[salmonskinrolltf]

Soulmates 2

[Here's a sequel of sorts to my previous story Soulmates (you don't need to have read it to understand this story). With thanks to @guytransformedforever, @beardobession, @tf-vigilante, @maletransformationlover, @clevertreephilosopher, @scorpionofredsand, and @maletffanatic for providing the photos used as inspiration.]

Hello, my name is Tyler. This is me:

And this is my roommate, Dylan:

Now look, I don’t have a problem with gay people. My cousin is a lesbian. And Dylan is a great roommate. Stays out of my way when we’re not gymming together, but is always down to hang when I need someone to talk to. I just wish he would be less in my face with all his gay shit. Rainbow flags everywhere, blasting Ariana Grande at all hours, constantly bringing new Grindr hookups back to the apartment but giving me side-eye when I ogle women. It’s just… too much for me.

Here’s the thing. I might actually be able to change that. I have this friend Evan, who I’ve wingmanned for on a few occasions over the past year. One night, when we were getting drunk together, he shared his secret with me. He has a magic gift. He clasped my hand and said “tomorrow, you will wake up and have this magic too.” And sure enough, the next day I could feel a tingle coursing through my veins, and I automatically had the knowledge of how to channel it.

Now I have the ability to change somebody’s future. I can’t fiddle with anything that’s innate or has already happened to them. Like, I can’t just make Dylan straight. But I can shape his future decisions or actions, and my magic will make alterations to speed the process along. Like if I made him decide to work out more, he would basically become a muscle beast within the week. Not that I’d do that. I still gotta be the alpha here. I just want to make him a little more… palatable. Someone cool to kick back with all the time, even if he sucks dick. Let’s see... I think I know what will work.

TOMORROW, DYLAN WILL BECOME OBSESSED WITH SPORTS

———————————

Hello, my name is Dylan:

Sports are my LIFE. I never cared about them much growing up, but about a month ago I felt the urge to join my local queer volleyball team and never looked back. It became my everything. It’s been great exercise, but on top of playing volleyball and getting totally jacked off of it, I’ve loved the sense of camaraderie. I love my team. So much so that I even pierced my nipples on a dare when we lost the semifinals. My teammate River also recommended I stop dyeing my hair, and I think the look is really working for me. For some reason, even though it’s only been a month, my hair has grown out significantly since then. Was the red dye stunting its growth or something? Anyway. I also feel like my roommate Tyler and I have really bonded. We’ve been watching baseball games together and I think he appreciates how into it I am. He says he’s excited to bro out while watching football together in the fall.

I love Tyler, but here’s the thing. Maybe I love him too much. I’ve always had this huge crush on him, and no matter how many random Grindr hookups I try to distract myself with, I just can’t stop hoping that one day he’ll give up women for good and decide he loves me. Especially now that we’re spending all this time together, bumping chests when our team wins and shit.

I know us getting together is never going to happen, but I have this… temptation. I was born with a gift. Or maybe I wasn’t. Something my twink friend Paul told me made me think maybe he had something to do with it. Anyway, I have the ability to reshape someone’s past. I change just one thing about their past, and everything about their present just ripples forward to reflect that change. It’s a delicate art. Changing something big can have huge effects that are totally unpredictable. It’s a major temptation to make Tyler gay, but who knows how he’d turn out. Plus, I think that’s just too invasive.

But… Maybe I could change something small about him. Something that would make him less my type, and allow me to move on and focus on finding a boyfriend who would actually be into me. I’m into nice guys. I really love how kind and caring he is. And come on, he’s a FIREFIGHTER. So maybe I can try…

TYLER GREW UP SELFISH AND SPOILED

———————————

What’s up, I’m Tyler.

You dig the jacket? Yeah, I’m still a firefighter, I’m just off duty. But babes dig whatever look I rock, you know what I mean? I get what I want, and what I want is a lot of one night stands. I know how to get ‘em, too. I’m so glad I made the decision to grow this beard out a year ago, it’s opened so many doors for me. And opened a lot of legs.

I’m getting what I want from Dylan, too. Finally, I have a roommate who’s willing to grab brews and watch the game with me. But I think I fucked up when I changed him. Queer volleyball isn’t exactly “sports,” at least not in my book. I thought he’d come out like a linebacker or something! I mean, nipple rings were never part of the plan. The gay guys seem to really go for them, too, so he’s got an even steadier stream of Grindr hookups coming in and out of the place.

On top of that, I’m a little sick of his shit. He’s always giving me lip about stupid stuff like leaving my dishes in the sink or dropping my unwashed uniform on the bathroom floor. He says it’s unsanitary. Like his parade of twinks aren’t dying to sniff that shit anyway. He just doesn’t get it. I think his volleyball teammates are a bad influence too. They’re all so obsessed with aesthetic and anti-hetero rhetoric. I still can’t make him straight, but I can definitely make him less… annoying.

TOMORROW, DYLAN WILL START HANGING OUT WITH MORE STRAIGHT PEOPLE WHO WILL HELP HIM STOP WORRYING ABOUT STUPID SHIT AND BE LESS PRISSY, WELL-GROOMED, AND UPTIGHT

———————————

Yo, I’m Dylan.

Yeah, I cut my hair shorter than the last time you saw me. The upkeep was just getting to be too much, y’know? A couple weeks ago, about the time I dumped that lame-ass volleyball team I was on, I just got bored with shaving every day, too. I invested in a trimmer and now I rock the stubble look, and it’s working for me. I’ve gained a bit of weight since then, and it’s all for the better because I joined my local football league. Having a few extra beers with my new buds afterward just adds to my potential as a linebacker, anyway.

I thought hanging out with more straight people would make me get used to their vibe and kinda inoculate me against Tyler, but I’m still totally obsessed with him. He’s more of a bad boy now, but I’m finding that less unappealing than I used to. Plus, he’s still parading around in his uniform all the time. I can’t help it! I’ve jerked off more times that I can count to his Mr. June photos in the local firefighter calendar.

Whenever I see his mom, she’s constantly going on about how, out of all his Tonka toys growing up, the fire truck was always his favorite. She thinks that’s why he grew up to be a firefighter. Maybe I can change that core memory into something a little more… disreputable. That would definitely make him not my type anymore. I hope.

TYLER’S FAVORITE TOY GROWING UP WAS A TONKA MOTORCYCLE

———————————

Fuckin’ A, man, I’m Tyler.

God, I love my hog. She’s a beaut, ain’t she? My parents wanted me to grow up to be a doctor or a lawyer or a firefighter or some shit, but all I ever wanted to do was ride my hog. Chicks want to ride my hog too, and I let them. As long as they don’t go near my bike! Hahaha, get it? Fuck, I love life. Let me take another drag on this stogie real quick.

Where was I? Oh yeah, my roommate, Dylan. I wish I didn’t have to room with anyone, but my boss at the garage keeps refusing to promote me. I should knock him around one of these days, see if that changes his mind. Anyway, sure, Dylan isn’t so much of a priss anymore. He doesn’t give me shit if I leave my grease-stained clothes on the couch or light up when we’re watching a football game.

But I wanted him to be straight-acting, you know? I tried to train him up as my wingman but he wore a super gay shirt with all these see-through holes to the party, and all the chicks kept their eyes on him the whole time! Fucker. Why can’t he be more like his brother? I’ve seen pictures. That dude is a full on redneck slob, got a Confederate tattoo and everything. I know they had the same backwater-ass trailer trash upbringing, why can’t he be rougher around the edges? You know what… maybe he can!

TOMORROW, DYLAN WILL REALIZE HE WANTS TO EMBRACE HIS WHITE TRASH UPBRINGING

———————————

Hey y’all, I’m Dylan.

Hoo-ee, life has been good lately. I dunno why I resisted my good ol’ boy roots for so long. This goatee really makes me look rugged, dunnit? Also the chest hair. So grabbable. I decided to stop shaving my body, and poof! There it went. A full rug, within like two days I reckon. Like a sign from God. This is how I was always meant to be.

I know I was trying to push away my crush on Tyler by making him not my type, but what’s the fuckin’ point? I need someone who can handle me, and this hot as fuck biker dude I’ve created might be the only one who can handle me at this point. I ride ‘em rough and bareback, just like the horses back home, and weak city dudes just can’t handle it.

Will he be the same if he’s not straight? Maybe not. But as long as he can take my eight inches, I’ll keep him around. I vaguely remember having some sort of compunction about changing him so drastically, but I’m too horny to remember what it was.

Fuck it.

TYLER WAS BORN GAY

———————————

Uh… hi. I’m Tyler. Who are you again?

Sorry, I’m pretty forgetful. Daddy Dylan says I don’t gotta remember shit though, as long as I let him ride me as rough and as long as he likes. He’ll do all the rest for me. He tells me where to go, what to do, who to do. There are so many nice, hot guys who are willing to pay our rent if I turn a few tricks. I love it.

I’ve been like this as long as I can remember. My mom and dad kicked me out when I was 18, in my senior year of high school. I was caught sucking my English teacher’s dick behind the locker rooms. I never went to college after that, but it’s not like I was getting good grades anyway. Sucking Mr. Brentmon’s cock wasn’t for my health, you know. He had a nice juicy one, too. I still dream about it sometimes.

What was I saying? Oh yeah, I took up with this biker gang for a while after getting kicked out. I’ve always had a thing for bikers. But once they got through using my ass, they got bored. It was hard for a while, but now things are oh, so easy. I get all the dick I could ever want. I have a roof over my head, and no job to worry about. All I do is go to the gym and eat and fuck and I never have to think. Dylan said he might take me out muddin’ sometime too. I don’t know what that is, but anything Dylan does is fun. Fuck, I love the way his goatee tickles my skin when he kisses me, so rough, so manly. Way manlier than I’ve ever been. It’s so fucking hot. I love how he takes care of me.

I really have no complaints. I wouldn’t change anything about my life, even if I could remember how…

[jtl07]

JT HI HELLO!!

Please could I put a prompt in? Either dead mom recipes oooor an Olympic prompt?

Thank you 😍

okay so i went with cooking with my (dead) mom because! one of the early ideas for that fic was for it to actually have two parts: the first part being what was posted, the second part being, well, something like this :D

Episode: Hong Kong egg tarts - the love of my love

[A little jingle plays as the video starts with Ava standing behind a familiar kitchen island, wearing a brightly patterned apron with "Other Moms' Recipes" on the front. She smiles and waves]

"Hey everyone! So we finally recovered from the last episode -" 

[Title card, haunted text: Last time on Other Moms' Recipes]

[Montage from the last episode: Ava and Camila standing behind the island: Camila, smiling brightly, "The recipe I've brought today is tortilla de patatas from my mom, who is a big fan of the show-" "Hi Mom!" Ava giggles; Ava whining over prepping the potatoes as Camila shares a look with someone off-camera; Camila coaching Ava through the flipping process by practicing on a pan with a towel inside; at the stove, Camila successfully flipping hers while Ava holds her own pan, screaming; end shot is a still of Ava, apron splattered with potatoes and eggs, Camila holding her perfectly flipped and plated tortilla, and Beatrice with a bucket of cleaning supplies] 

"- though apparently there are special pans so you don't have to do the whole flipping thing?!? Cam's on my shit list for that. But anyway. I'm so, so, sosososo -" 

[Title card, in jaunty text with a picture of Mary's face: "Eat a vegetable for every time she says 'So'"] 

"- SO soso excited for today's recipe, because! We're finally featuring my favorite person in the world." 

[Ava gestures to her side, grinning wide and expectant. There's a soft, resigned sigh from off-screen, then Beatrice steps into the frame and stands next to Ava. She's wearing a tank top with a rainbow and "The power of friendship" written in cursive on the front. Ava bites her lip as she looks her over; nudges Beatrice with her hip]

Beatrice, monotone recitation: "Hello, I'm Beatrice, I'm here to bring the power of friendship."

[She looks plaintively at Ava] 

Beatrice: "Must I really -"

Ava, pouting: "You promised."

Beatrice, purses her lips, then: "Fine. Fine."

[Beatrice flexes her arms, much to Ava's loud delight. Ava jumps up to kiss Beatrice's cheek. Beatrice sighs but a fond smile curls her lips all the same. Ava bounces on her toes and claps her hands]

Ava: "Okay, Bea, what recipe have you brought for us today?" 

Beatrice, straightening: "Well, I thought perhaps we could try to make egg tarts. They're a bit different from the Portuguese ones you like to get from that bakery -"

Ava, affronted: "Excuse me, I always have to fight you off from taking mine!"

Beatrice coughs; continues: "- in any case, these are Hong Kong style, so they're more like proper tarts." 

Ava, giggling, in a half-assed imitation of Beatrice's accent: "Proper tarts. What about an improper tart?" 

Beatrice rolls her eyes and ignores her: "When I would visit my grandparents in Hong Kong, my grandmother would always make them on the weekend. My grandfather would sometimes play a game and buy some from a bakery then mix them in with the ones my grandmother had made. Hers somehow always tasted better."

Ava, thoughtfully: "When's the last time you had one?"

Beatrice shrugs, gaze lowering: "Not since I was child." 

[Ava watches her knowingly, then steps in close and tangles their fingers together]

Ava, quietly: "I'm glad we can make it now."

[Beatrice takes a deep breath and nods; they share a long, loving look]

*

[Cut to Ava and Beatrice - now wearing an open button down over the tank top - with ingredients for the pastry laid out in front of them on the counter]

Ava, pointing severely at Beatrice: "Seriously, you gotta let me do it myself this time!"

[At the bottom of the screen: "Click here to see Beatrice 'help' make the easiest empanadas (said no one ever)!"]

Beatrice holds her hands up: "Alright, I'll just give you instructions."

Ava grins and bounces on her feet: "I love when you tell me what to do."

[Beatrice coughs suddenly as Ava reddens]

Ava, voice a touched strangled: "Moving on..."

[Montage of them cooking together: Ava grumbling at having to weigh the flour measurements; Beatrice nearly getting splattered as she holds the bowl while Ava vigorously whisks the egg mixture; "They're so cute!" Ava giggles as they press the dough into the mini tart tins; Ava standing at the far end of the kitchen, holding her breath as Beatrice carefully places the tray of tarts into the oven] 

[Close up of the finished egg tarts before cutting to the two of them at the island, each with a tart in hand. Beatrice makes to eat one but instead watches Ava bite into hers. Ava lets out an excited squeak before popping the rest into her mouth, reaches excitedly to get another one.]

Beatrice, chuckling softly and passing Ava a mug: "Don't forget to chew, darling."

[Ava gives her a thumbs up as she takes a sip, quickly stuffing her mouth with another tart. She blinks at Beatrice as she chews, gestures for her to eat. Watches as Beatrice takes a steadying breath; takes a bite.]

[Beatrice stills, then ducks her head suddenly, hiding her face from the camera. Ava swallows hastily and leans into Beatrice, rubs a hand up and down her back, murmurs quietly into her ear, too low to hear. After a few moments, Beatrice finally nods. Wipes at her eyes and presses a kiss to Ava's temple, whispers something that sounds like 'I love you,' like 'thank you']

Ava, arm still wrapped around Beatrice: "Well, I think this is definitely a recipe we'll have to make more often."

Beatrice nods, smiles around new tears: "I'd like that."

Ava, taking another tart: "Okay well, last thing: on the scale of 1 to fuck?"

Beatrice shakes her head exasperatedly, grins: "Fuck."

[Ava laughs, kisses Beatrice on the nose. Before she can bring the tart to her mouth, however, Beatrice reaches out to forestall her. Cups Ava's cheek with her other hand. Steps in close, leans down -]

[The video cuts just before their lips meet. Title card, in jaunty text: "See you next thyme!"]

*

Top comments:

- It's so (sosososososoSOso) nice to see you both on screen again!

- gotta love the rating system

- I still say my mom's tortilla de patatas is better

- Reply from Camila: banned

- Reply from Beatrice: Camila!

- Reply from Ava: i don't blame her bea, them's fighting words

- Reply from Camila: so you forgive me?

- Reply from Ava: get me some of those tacos you showed me and we'll talk

- Reply from Beatrice: Ava!

- Reply from Ava: oh and get some birria for bea 😉

- Reply from Mary: and what am i, chopped liver?

- Reply from Ava: live your dream, mary!

- Reply from Mary: banned

btw the recipe I referenced for this was from thewoksoflife! also shoutout to @daskum for telling me about tortilla de patatas

[slashersbabes]

Pour le pire

Summary : I never meant to become part of their world—but maybe I was always meant to be here. They claimed me, hunted me, bled for me. Their love is obsession, their devotion a cage, but I’ve never been one to break easily. They don’t just own me—I own them too. Their love is possessive, suffocating, but I don’t mind the way their hands bruise or the way their knives carve. If this is madness, then I’ll sink into it willingly. After all, love is just another form of power—and I refuse to be the one who breaks first.

Chapter 1 : Meeting

Proxies x fem!reader

TW : Mention of stalking, violence (verbal and physical), blood, alcohol consumption, OOC

Chapter 2

A/N : Hey guys, so it's my first fic since like middle school, I've always been a huge creepypasta and MH fan so I decided to try and write again when I'm bored during class ! My writing level right now is pretty low, I am not fully satisfied with it, but I'd rather post it now so I'm more motivated to get better. It's going to be pretty slow at first so I can get back into writing, but I have some good things in mind to how I want things to escalate :) Just a little warning, english isn't my first language, the reader is completely fem but I tried to make it's race or size as neutral as possible, you will be described as foreign so implying you are not from the US. As I am not from the US, I honestly just write from stereotypes seen on Tv, if anything is outrageously wrong feel free to correct me. And finally feel free to give any criticism that you'd like, I'm not the type to be defeated at the first negative opinion !

Enjoy this first chapter :)

3.1 k words

I was following my usual routine, going from aisle to aisle, listening to music while trying to find what would satisfy me for dinner tonight. My mind was lost in space after a tiring day in uni, being a student without any family around and in a foreign country proved to be quite lonely and tiresome at times. I managed to make some friends, mostly exchange students just like me, but I didn’t have any deep connections with them.

As I was rummaging through my mind, I found myself in the fresh vegetables aisle. I picked whatever I needed, but suddenly as I turned around with my cart, to my shock I managed to knock some poor guy to the ground. I quickly went to help him up.

“Oh sir I’m so sorry ! Are you alright ?”

I managed through my apologies to take a look at him, he was kinda cute, dirty blonde hair and green eyes, a little stubble that made him look mature, and casual clothes. I felt kinda bad for checking him out after I literally just decked him with my cart. I managed to help him get up, even though he had a look of slight pain on his face.

“No it’s fine don’t worry, I shouldn’t have been standing so close to you it’s my bad.”

“Well, I’m still sorry for this, I’ll move out of your way.”

“Wait, I feel like I’ve seen your face before, do you go to uni around here ?”

“Oh ! Uh well yes I do actually, but I’m pretty sure I’ve never seen you… What’s your name again ?”

“I’m Brian by the way, but I’m pretty sure I saw you around, my friend is majoring in economics and sometimes I go see him to hang out, I think you’re in one of his classes.”

“Oh yeah I’m actually in finance, but we have some classes in common ! What’s his name ? Maybe I know them ?”

“His name is Joshua.”

“Oh yes, I know him ! I can’t believe I never noticed you with him.”

“Yeah well I remember a pretty face when I see one”

I could see the smirk on his face, and at that moment I remembered every movie I saw where a girl met a guy in a vegetable aisle, and it never ended well. Now I didn't want to be paranoid and ruin my chances with a cute guy that seems to be interested in me ! 

“I really gotta go right now, can I give you my number so we can, you know, get to know each other ?”

I really hoped that I didn’t come across as the weird girl that gets no game…

“Yeah sure, I’ll text you when I get back. See you (Y/N) !”

I never told him my name ? Maybe Joshua did ? But how does he know my name ? I never talked to him. Or maybe he asked around for my name ? Oh lord I hope I wasn’t right about the vegetable aisle theory…

I watched him walk away and after checking him out for a bit, I decided to scurry out of the section and finally go home. I still have to get ready for tonight’s party. I didn’t want to go but I promised Lilliane that I would at least show up and dance a bit with her. It’s not that I hate parties, I enjoy them with the good crowd, but frat parties are the bane of my existence. But alas, I will be stuck in my own misery for a good hour.

After finally making it home, I put away all my groceries and went into my room to choose an outfit. I didn’t live in a big apartment, my shower and room were separated from the rest and my living room and kitchen were basically the same. I didn’t complain of course, compared to most students I think I’m a part of the most well off, thanks to my family helping me out. I loved my little place, I’m honestly so happy that I didn’t have to share it with anyone, well except maybe the ghost that keeps moving my stuff around. I know it seems crazy, but I don’t have any other explanation. It started two months after I moved, around june. It was so small at first that I didn’t even realize at first, but when I couldn’t find my lip balm, gloss, or more recently my underwear ? I started to think I was going crazy, but it mysteriously all reappeared in places I already checked. The ghostly phenomenon mostly happened during the night, I was never awoken so I’m pretty sure no one is breaking in, the door is always locked, and I live on the 4th floor, so good luck to anyone trying to rob me. 

But I digress, I still need to find a dress, not like I don’t have any in my closet anyway. I need to find something that will make me look cute, but won’t scream “I want to find someone”. And as soon as I found the dress, I heard the notification sound of my phone go off. It was a message from Lilliane.

“I’m almost there, hope you’re ready ! And you better not bail at the last second !”

I won’t lie, I was hoping that it was Brian, but maybe I’ll see him at this party since Joshua is a party guy, he’ll probably go with him ! That put me in a slightly better mood. I finished getting ready and headed downstairs, towards Lilliane’s car.

“Oh my god (Y/N), that dress looks so cute on you ! You’re definitely going to make Cameron soooo jealous !”

Cameron is a guy I talked to during the first semester, but he was really not my type, so full of himself and controlling, I couldn’t stand him then and I still can’t now. 

“Ugh Li, I couldn’t care less about him please, there’s a reason I stopped talking to him. I just hope I can avoid him for the night…”

“Oh I’m sure he’ll try to speak to you, be prepared.”

“Okay enough with this, just talking about him stresses me out, makes me shiver. And anyways, I met a guy today, seemed cute, and he was nice too. I’m waiting for him to text me.”

Lilliane looked at me with stars in her eyes. It's always funny to see her be so preoccupied with my love life, especially when I’m talking about a stranger I met in a grocery store. 

“Okay, the second he texts you you tell me, I want to see everything so you don’t fuck it up.”

“Li ! Don’t be like that, I’m perfectly capable of talking to a guy without being weird…”

She just laughed at me and pulled over, I could finally hear the people shouting and singing along whatever song was playing. As we got out, she ran to some people she recognised, leaving me behind, all alone at a party I didn’t even want to go to. As any lonely person at a party does, I head straight to the kitchen, trying to find some alcohol. I settled on vodka and pineapple juice, a classic, practical way to get drunk quickly without feeling the bitter taste of Vodka. I settled on the kitchen counter just watching people exist around me, and also not so subtly scanning the room in hope of seeing Brian, especially since he didn’t text me like he said he would, which kinda stung not gonna lie. I can’t believe that I care so much for a guy I met for five minutes in a grocery store…

“You s-seem to be deep in thought”

I felt myself jump as I didn’t notice the person’s presence, I really need to be more aware of my surroundings, otherwise one day I’ll just get robbed in the middle of the day and not even notice. There was a guy standing right next to me, almost touching me. He had big brown fluffy hair, and a skin colour plaster on the left side of his face

“Gosh you scared me I didn’t even notice you”

“Y-you didn’t answer me, come oh-on what’s got you thinking so-so hard about ?”

I felt myself laugh a bit from this guy’s straightforwardness.

“Who even are you to be asking that ? Let a girl be lost in thought in peace.”

“You’re (Y/n) ri-right ? I’m Brian’s f-friend, he talked about you so I wanted to see what th-that was all about. I’m surprised you’re here a-all alone and n-not partying.”

Wow, did Brian really talk about me to his friends ? Talk about moving fast, he didn’t even text me and yet his friend, who I still don’t know the name of, is already scouting me ? That’s… kinda weird and cute at the same time. 

“I came with my friend actually, but she found other people that like parting a bit more than me, I’d rather hang here till I feel like going home. And so um, what’s your name ? Because if I’m about to be interrogated I’d like to put a name on your face.”

“I’m Toby, don’t worry I’m not t-that kind of friend, I just s-saw you alone and d-decided that it was my chance to meet you.”

I felt myself flustered, damn what is my luck today, I’ve never had so many cute boys interested in me in my lifetime, what even is happening. It’s not that I am unattractive, or mean, or boring, I just never really wanted to put myself out there, I’d rather let things come to me. And everytime I tried to go towards someone it ended badly, e.g. Cameron, so I decided to slow down on my love life.

I decided that instead of hanging all alone in the back of the party, I might as well chat with Toby for a bit before going back home. He’s really nice, definitely not shy and always has something to say, I didn’t have the time to get bored during our conversation. He seemed to fly from one subject to another, never running out of questions, and what I found really cute was his rambling on things he seemed to particularly enjoy. I slowly started to forget my plan of trying to find Brian, I checked sometimes during the night to see if he wrote to me but he didn’t. But Toby managed to keep my mind away from this, after we chatted for some time I heard one of my favourite songs finally being played on the speakers.

“Toby, do you wanna dance with me ?”

I hope I didn’t come across as the girl playing on two boards, I did kinda give my number to his friend and now I’m asking him to dance with him, but it’s not like I owe Brian anything. 

“T-Thought you’d n-never ask.”

He took my hand in his and we started walking toward the crowd. The vodka I drank earlier in the night gave me a bit of courage, I squeezed Toby’s hand before starting to dance with him. It was quite awkward at first, I barely knew how to dance with someone and my mind kept thinking that maybe, just maybe what I was doing was a tiny bit wrong. But after the first song, he took the lead and started spinning me around, almost knocking strangers over. I was so thrown off from the change in mood that Istarted laughing and started enjoying my time with him. He definitely wasn’t a good dancer either, but we were having so much fun together that it made up for everything else. 

After being overly tired from dancing around, we decided to sit on the porch, on a side of the house away from people to take some fresh air.

“I think this is the first time I ever truly enjoyed being at a party, you know.”

“R-Really ? I’m glad you feel the s-same way, I usually just c-come to these parties for the free booze but now I might come for another r-reason.”

He looked me in the eyes with an intensity I’ve never felt before, I honestly thought we were going to kiss before someone rudely interrupted us.

“Wow, when you said you didn’t want to continue talking to me because you wanted to focus on yourself, I didn’t think that involved almost shoving your tongue down some guy’s throat.”

I froze. I could recognize that self absorbed voice anywhere, that’s Cameron. And now he was going to ruin any fucking chance I could have had with Toby, and humiliate me in front everyone. I stood up to face him.

“Cameron, don’t start with this please. I’m not in the mood to talk to you.”

“Oh but you’re in the mood to whore yourself around to the first guy that gives you a bit of attention.”

“Cameron what the fuck is wrong with you ! You’re just a self pitying bastard that’s mad I don’t want anything to do with him.”

“I swear to god (Y/n) talk to me like that again and I’ll-”

I felt Toby stand up and put himself in front of me, a head taller than Cameron. His demeanor completely changed from just moments ago, he went from a cute and funny boy, with a smile so big it had to hurt his cheeks, to someone I didn’t recognize. He seemed suddenly angry and cold. 

“You’ll do what ?”

Even his voice seemed to have changed, I didn’t even hear his stutter that I grew accustomed to. 

“Get away from this boy toy, she’s just using you to get back at me. She won’t open her legs for you”

“Listen, I’m going to say t-this once. G-Get the fuck away from her, if you don’t y-you’re d-dead.”

“And what’s s-s-stutter boy going to do ? You think you’re so th-”

Before he could even finish his sentence, I saw Toby’s fist hit him square in the jaw. I let out a scream of shock, and watched Cameron stumble around before he hit the ground. It felt like the air around me stopped, I saw Cameron on the ground, blood coming out of his mouth, and he was not waking up. My eyes widened and my breaths became shallow, Toby on the other hand seemed so calm, like he’s done this a thousand times. I am genuinely impressed at Toby’s strength, he seemed quite meek and lean at first glance, but after that punch he pulled I’m not so sure anymore. I won’t lie and say I am not scared right now, because I am, but I’ll also admit that it was kinda hot of him to knock Cameron out cold just to defend me.

“A-are you alright ?”

“Um yeah I think I am…  I’m really sorry that it happened, I knew he would be there but I didn’t think he would do all that.”

“Who is he a-anyway ? He seemed t-to know you with how he t-talked about you, well more like he has s-something against y-you.”

“Um yeah he’s a guy I talked to for like, a month I think. Anyways he was just so full of himself, a raging cunt, I don’t even know why I started talking to him. I think it was just loneliness.”

“Y-yeah I think I saw h-how much of an asshole he is. And f-fucking weak too.”

“Yeah, tell me about it. I’m surprised you managed to knock him down with one punch, are you secretly ripped and hiding it ?”

“Wanna find out ?”

Okay I kind of threw myself into that one. I was suddenly blushing and I could hear him laugh at my reaction, I decided to play into that and lightly pushed him away. When silence fell again between the two of us, I decided that it was time to end this wonderful, yet eventful night.

“Toby, I think I’m gonna call it a night, I’d rather not be here when people find him. And it’s getting pretty late, I should find Lilliane and tell her to bring me back.”

“Do you want me to t-take you home ? I have my c-car parked not far f-from there.”

As much as I wanted to say yes, I think I’ve gambled enough with my safety tonight.

“Thanks Toby but I’ll just text Li, she’s probably gonna crash at my place anyways.”

“Are you sure ? I mean you don’t live f-far away, it's no p-problem for me.”

Huh ?

“How do you know I don’t live far away ?”

He suddenly looked taken aback, I could see the wheels turning in his head.

“Uhm, w-well, I-I guessed that y-you lived in the student’s r-residence near uni. Yeah sorry th-this sounded really c-creepy.”

“No no it’s cool don’t worry, I guess that makes sense. Listen, I'm just going to find Li, I’ll see you soon ?”

“Y-Yeah see y-you soon (Y-n).”

He seemed kind of defeated after that quite tense goodbye. He had that kicked puppy look, with his little pout and sad eyes. It’s kinda cute honestly, in a weird, twisted way. I took out my phone, looking for Li’s contact and rang her up.

“Hey (Y/n) ! What is it ?”

I could hear people laughing behind her, she was probably in a room playing truth or dare, or some other kind of game you play at a party.

“Hey Li, sorry to bother you but could you bring me back home ? I’ll give you my key so you can crash at my place when you’re done.”

“Okay I’m heading out !”

I waited for a bit in front of the car before finally seeing Li running up to me.

“Heyyyy girl ! Damn (Y/n) you look really sick, are you sure you’re okay ?”

“Yeah yeah don’t worry, I’ll tell you tomorrow when you come to the diner.”

“Okay, do you want me to stay with you tonight ? You know I wouldn’t mind right ?”

“Li, don’t worry it’s not that bad, trust me !”

“You better talk more tomorrow.”

With that last threat, we finally started driving. I really hoped she didn’t drink more than a beer. We chatted about her friends and every piece of drama she managed to catch during the night, mostly about people she knew. I guess I am a bit jealous at how easily it came for her to make lots of friends. I truly like her, and am really happy to see her thriving like that, but a part of me longs to have those connections.

When she dropped me off, she made me promise that if anything happened during the night I’d call her, I’m really glad to have a friend like her.

I made my way into my apartment, took a shower and snuggled against my plushies in my warm bed. As i try to put myself to sleep, I still have this awful sense that someone is watching me, everytime, almost as if waiting for me to be asleep...

[prettyboyjohnny]

JOHNNY VOICE LINE TRANSCRIPT 🥩

I wrote these out a long time ago but never posted them anywhere! Based on [x].

>Nancy's voicelines<

Notes:

• I could've copied the game subtitles, but I didn't 'cause they suck.

• I haven't played enough Johnny to know where some of these lines start and end. Please let me know if I've made any mistakes in that regard!

• I was gonna include tone indicators, but tone is subjective. No one wants me to mark the Feed Grandpa voice lines as "Flirty."

Thanks!

VOICELINES

Encounter Start

Now look at this! Somebody's ready to fight!

This is gonna end... Very badly for you.

Yeah-ha-ha! Oh, that's it! Hit me...

Imma gut every single one of y'all! [Inhales, laughs under breath] Come on... Come on!

Exit interaction

Nobody leaves until I say so!

Ain't nobody leavin' just yet!

Got it.

Nobody's leavin' alive! Y'all not fast enough! ... Good try, though.

Feed Grandpa

Get your fill, old man.

It always tastes best when it's fresh, don't it?

Here you go, old man.

You're lookin' better already... Now help us!

Oh, you're thirsty today.

Victim found

HA HA! It's playtime!

Heh heh, it's playtime...

Hahahaha, I always find 'em!

You should know better than that! ... Come on out, now.

Hey there! [Laughs]

Well! Look who we got here! [Laughs]

Hit victim

Oh! Now I got ya!

Yeah! Take it! Take it!

It's better if you die right quick! Trust me!

This would be simpler if you would sit still!

Yeah! You gonna be leakin' after that hit.

Idle

Nobody escapes me.

How the hell did those kids find us? [Sighs] I should've been more careful.

If Grandpa was able, this would be over by now... I better go feed him.

Damn it, Johnny... Get your head straight! Come on, now!

I gotta fix this... Now!

Cook seen

I'd watch that tongue of yours, old man... It might go missin' one day.

I thought you knew how to run this household... THIS is a mess!

Damn it, old man! Put those ears of yours to use already!

Where are they?! How the hell did they get loose?! I can't fix this by myself, old man.

Stop barkin' orders at me! You ain't gonna like the results.

Hitchhiker seen

Surround the property with some of those traps already! This is getting outta hand fast!

You're one shifty little sumbitch... I'll give you that. [Laughs]

How you make those weird ass traps of yours, anyway?

Would you. Settle. The Hell. Down already. You're scattering all over the dang place. We gotta focus!

Grandpa is gonna tan our hides if we let them get away. Spread out!

Leatherface seen

That's it, boy... Go kill someone now.

Go on, put that saw to use, big boy! What're you waitin' on?

If I were you, I'd go and check out Grandpa. We're gonna need his help!

Let's go now, boy! Grandpa ain't gonna be too pleased if you let them escape.

Just get outta my way, boy... I'll show you how real killin's done.

Sissy seen

Are you gonna help me out, or just stand there lookin' pretty?

If it ain't askin' too much, before you go and run off again, would you mind helpin' me out?

Before you go runnin' off with those back-house hippies again... Can you PLEASE find these damn kids?!

Sissy, what the hell're you waitin' on? Get to it!

Sissy... Are you even listenin' to me? What's goin' on in that head of yours?! Damn!

Lose enemy first

Aww, you leavin' so soon?

It's alright, big boy's gonna be wearing your face soon enough... After I'm done with you, that is. [Laughs]

You know... I was actually kinda fond of that girl, I-I didn't really wanna hurt 'er... But, as they say... Family first, y'know?

You ever watch someone die? Oh... You ain't never quite the same after that, lemme tell ya.

Ohohoh, you can run all you want... It ain't gonna matter much longer.

Lose enemy sub

[Scoffs] You're all gurgle and no guts! I thought you were tougher than that!

I'm gonna find you... I will! I promise!

You wanna know how your friend died? I can show you!

L-Listen now! E-Everybody's time comes eventually!

The bad man's in me... And you gonna meet 'im real soon!

Lose enemy long

Your little friend put up a better fight than this... Come on... Make it interesting, will ya?!

They always try to hide... It's always the same game... [Laughs]

You folks don't know who you messin' with! Nobody ever gets away from me.

You're just delayin' the inevitable! YOU HEAR ME?

Come on out now, let's play.

I got plenty of space in the cold room for you.

Match start

It's time. [Chuckles] Seems they've got some fight in 'em after all.

I knew I should've handled this myself... I'll fix it.

That's what I get for taking it easy on them. Time for them to join that little friend of theirs.

See blood trail

Oh, this is gonna be easy.

Hey, you okay? You seem to have lost a bit of blood!

Now... let's see where you scurried off to.

You know... Bleedin' like that ain't gonna help your cause!

Don't bleed out on me yet! I need you awake!

See enemy first

Don't worry. I like it when they run.

Look, you're gonna want this to end fast. Trust me on that.

Well, don't run! I just wanna see how it feels.

There you are! [Chuckles] You kinda remind me of your little friend.

See enemy sub

This is pointless, you know. Quit stallin'.

Don't worry... I'll find ya.

[Growls] I'm gonna see your insides before this night's through!

Oh, you ain't gettin' away! I'm keepin' you.

Come on back, now.

Got something I wanna show you! [Laugh]

See family member

Well! Look who decided to lend a hand!

Check the doors and generator. We can't let them leave. You hear me?

Y'all need to start pullin' your weight around here. This is gettin' old!

Grandpa's gonna be in a fit if we let them escape. Start searchin'!

Would y'all... Help me already. PLEASE!

See trapped victim

We gotcha! [Laughs]

You ready to meet the bad man?

You got one!

Looks like you might be hurtin'. Might wanna be watchin' where you're steppin'.

[Laughs]

See victim escape

Maybe I can still catch 'em. Yeah, down by the tracks.

Damn... They're free... For now.

This isn't gonna be good.

Damn it, Johnny! [Scoffs] ... The old man's gonna be riled up now.

Use ability blocked

Ain't no tracks here...

Nah... got nothin'.

Better wait a minute.

Not quite yet ... [Inhales] Almost ready.

Use ability

Time to play. Now... Where did you go?

I'll find ya. Don't you worry about that.

Go ahead and hide... It ain't gonna matter.

Where'd y'all run off to?

Use ability success

[Hums] ... There you are.

They always leave a trail. Always so careless. [Chuckles, inhales] ... This is too easy.

I'm on your tail now!

Execution

You're gonna look real nice... Next to that friend of yours!

That's it... Die for me!

This... Is only gonna hurt... For a minute!

You should've never came here lookin' for that girl!

You ain't gettin' away! I'm keepin' you!

[Last edited March 2024]

[aching-tummies]

Might as well try my luck! Have to piggy back from the last anon and be "Rough" to your tummy when it's painfully stuffed. It just adds a little extra something when your already feel like your gonna pop and everything I'm doing to your tummy is definitely not helping. Combine this with a little pyloric valve abuse and I think your gonna be in for a long night. Taking your tummy from painfully stuffed to suddenly hallow and empty as your intestines are forced to fill with a ton of mush that is hours early. Don't even get me started on the process of forcing your painfully stuffed tummy to empty early to. With all that stuffed into your intestines now that means there's plenty of room in your tummy again. A big hefty meal later with plenty of liquids and you'll be right back to painfully stuffed. A few cycles of forcing more out of your stomach into your already packed intestines and then packing your tummy right back up to the brim and you'll be completely stuffed solid from top to bottom. Painfully stuffed and drum tight as your whole abdomen gurgles. A few hard slaps to really increase the ache your feeling in your tummy and then i think its time we break out the suction toys and see how much your poor navel can take when your that full.

////<

Pyloric valve abuse + suction toys? Ok--100% yup. I'm hanging out with you.

I don't know how much of a hang-out this is going to be. My guts are pretty sluggish, particularly when they are over-full. I try not to stuff myself often because my stomach feels over-full for hours upon hours when I do (sometimes days, depending on the food). Forcing stuff to funnel into my intestines before they usually do, shocking my intestines with the sudden influx of barely-digested food…that's a recipe for a nasty tummy ache--guaranteed. Not sure how fun the hang-out will be 'cuz I'll basically be laying there, squirming and probably crying from my stomach aching.

Ugh…you did all that just to make more room? You really are playing rough. And liquids too? Oh gosh…so you're going for the triple threat of full, sloshy, and sick? Did you graduate with a MBA (Master of Belly Abuse)?

A few cycles? I don't know how many I can take. Just one would have my torso fit to bursting--zero give in both the upper or lower area. The stuff you packed into my stomach-organ would sit like curing cement 'cuz there's nowhere to go with my intestines as packed as they are with food that hasn't digested enough for them to deal with (easily). 'Stuffed solid'--emphasis on 'solid'--oooh…rock-hard abs…without the abs.

You're gonna slap it? Ooh…I don't know. It'd be like slapping a brick wall--your hand would start to hurt, for sure. And the shockwaves would be useless, just make me feel every little reverb as they travel through the dense mass that is food and guts. It'd feel interesting, for sure.

The suction toy? Dang. That's going to do some damage. My navel's pretty stubborn and it actually takes a lot to get it up and out. As packed-full as I'd be, I don't know if there'll be enough give for my taut belly to allow my navel to come up. The stretch would be intense if it didn't rip the thin, sensitive skin of my navel outright. If you get lucky, like a crane game, and manage to draw up a bit of intestine with that toy, we're going to be in for a live performance of our favourite orchestra--The Intestines ft. Indigestion. My intestines would be griping and gurgling angrily at the suction toy, for sure.

And, of course, what's the point of a suction toy if you don't get to tease and torment that sensitive nub you've so carefully extracted? To prevent it from going back in, like a shy turtle, you've probably already got those little elastics on-hand, don't you? You're gonna tie off my stubborn navel, aren't you? You gotta move fast though--once it's been tied off like the loose end of an engorged balloon, it's gonna go numb really quick. If you want me to feel anything you do to it--start flicking, or something before it just all feels like pins and needles to me.

What other fun could we have with my stomach in this state? Anyone else wanna inspire something?

[herotome]

Devlog #144

Hi-ho, Wudge here.

I did so much writing??!?!? Ahhh!

I think it had something to do with giving myself permission (<---easier said than done) to write more exciting scenes out of order. That means action scenes! That means romantic build-up...! Granted they're 'baby's first romance/action scenes' for our MC, because they nonetheless occur quite early on. As a writer I gotta leave myself room to amp the adrenaline up in mid-to-late game scenes.

Some no context peeks - quick disclaimer that none of this is final and may be susceptible to being cut (especially because I wrote out of order):

Warden: "… It was probably that kid's first time pulling a stunt like this. I bet they didn't imagine you'd be there to stop them in their tracks." Warden: "It's good that it was just a kid, too. I don't want you getting into an actual fight without me." Warden: "I mean— if you're assigned under me, I should always be nearby to help, so..." … Is it me, or does he seem a bit flustered by the thought of being near me? Or of me being under him— I suck in a hiss as Warden removes the final thorn [from my hand].

I cough and flap the neck of my top, hoping to diffuse the noxious scent of paint. It doesn't help. Warden: "Uhm— here, hold on—" He shrugs off his jacket and hands it to me. … I can't quite stop myself from gawking at the sight. Warden: "… Was that stupid of me? Maybe this is gross, you don't need to wear my jacket—" I take the jacket from him before he can get too self-conscious. Whether or not I {i}want{/i} to wear it, it'll be better than huffing the spray paint from my own clothes.

Griffin: "Do you trust me?" Player choice: "I do." His eyes seem to flicker, torn between delight and genuine surprise. Griffin: "Really? {i}Wow{/i}. That makes me feel real special, you have no idea." Griffin: "I'm gonna have to trust you right back in return, won't I?"

Griffin: "It's our anniversary. My honey bunny and I just had a splendid meal at the new Michelin-star gastronomic restaurant uptown. Have you been there?" {i}Honey bunny{/i}? If I was trying to maintain a poker face, I'm failing spectacularly at it now. Player choice: "Y—Yeah! All of the gas atomics were… so yummy." (NPC): "… Gas atomics?" Griffin: "My honey bunny has a lisp. I'll kill you if you make fun of [her]."

What else.

I separated last week's driving CG into separate PNGs, and wrote and tested the code to make sure Griffin doesn't show up as... oh, I don't know... a floating pair of eyes?

I also wrote a bit of code to adjust the background height while you're in a car -- you can see a before and after below.

Might have to nudge it back down a bit though.

That's about it?!

Stay safe and keep warm,

Wudge.

[aikohellscape]

Im working on this Evo nightsilver fic on and off since 2019. I only really got into it while I was manic. So now I have to go back and deep edit so the characters are more themselves and not just pining idiots right off the bat. I pulled out my sketchbook and have written down the plot so I can see where things are clearly too rushed. I feel bad cuz theirs this one active reader who’s always in my comments (I love her she’s so nice) and now she’s gotta reread all my bullshit if she wants to be up to date. Cuz I’m making major plot shifts to push the actual story line, I’m trying to push myself threw the editing so I can focus on the part I want to work on, Lance, Toad, and Tabitha. So i wrote some small things to help me cope with being stuck editing

Here are some fun little drabbles from my fic:

Toad is 100% the Brotherhood’s biggest stoner and unofficial weed dealer, always carrying pre-rolled joints like it’s part of his daily essentials. He’s got a steady supply from some sketchy high school connections and will smoke just about anywhere, anytime. Lance, being the opportunist he is, bums one off him at least once a week—not because he doesn’t have his own stash, but because why waste his when Toad practically hands them out for free? It’s an unspoken agreement at this point. Toad never complains, and Lance never thanks him, but they both know the deal.

Toad and Lance have a standing tradition of getting their piercings done together, hitting up the same slightly sketchy shop run by some dude who definitely doesn’t check IDs too hard. Lance plays it cool like it’s no big deal, but Todd treats every new piercing like a badge of honor, hyping it up way more than necessary. Meanwhile, Tabitha? Absolutely not. She has standards. No way she’s letting some back-alley piercer with a questionable sterilization routine put a hole in her body. She’s got her own guy—professional, expensive, probably does celebrity clients on the side—and she never lets the boys forget it.

Lance is Peruvian, not that he really talks about it though. Family isn’t exactly an easy topic when you’ve spent more time in the foster system than with the people you came from. Most of his early memories are hazy, blurred at the edges, but one thing that’s always stuck with him is the sound of his mom playing Peruvian cumbia while she cleaned the kitchen. He doesn’t remember much else—what she looked like, the exact shade of her eyes—but he remembers that. The music, the warmth, the way the whole house smelled like lime and cilantro. Sometimes, late at night, when everything’s too quiet, he’ll pull up an old cumbia playlist and let it play low in the background. He misses her. He just… never says it out loud.

Before the amnesia, Kurt had this habit of picking out jewelry for Toad, always keeping an eye out for pieces that would suit him. Toad acted like he didn’t care, like he’d wear whatever just to humor him, but the truth was, he never took off the stuff Kurt picked—especially the little star-shaped septum ring. It was Kurt’s favorite, said it made Toads canines stand out when he grinned, which made Toad show his teeth more often, made him smile a little wider. He’d never admit it, but even now, with Kurt not knowing who he is, Toad still wears it hoping Kurt will remember why it’s important.

Before the amnesia, Pietro barely spared Kurt a second thought. Sure, they argued sometimes—Pietro lived to get under people’s skin, and Kurt, bless his heart, was basically Xavier’s walking, talking success story. Too easy to poke at, too predictable in the way he’d get frustrated, which made it fun. But it wasn’t deep. Not to Pietro. Just another way to entertain himself, another game to play. Kurt, though? Definitely took it deeper than it was meant to be. Maybe it was just frustration, maybe it was something else buried too deep for even him to recognize, but Toad saw it. Saw the way Kurt would get way too in his head after a fight, the way his tail flicked sharply whenever Pietro so much as breathed too cockily in his direction. Yeah, maybe Toad tried to steer him away from that mess, kept nudging him toward literally anyone else, because come on, Speedy was the worst option possible. Not that he was jealous. Nope. Not even a little.

Scott has absolutely no idea what Kurt sees in Toad—seriously, out of all people, why him? But it doesn’t really matter, because here Toad is again, climbing through Kurt’s window like a little goblin, tracking mud onto the carpet, and grinning like he just thought of the world’s dumbest, most annoying prank. And of course, Kurt’s laughing, already in on whatever disaster is about to unfold. Scott can feel his blood pressure rising because he knows—he just knows—that his night is about to be ruined, and there is absolutely nothing he can do to stop it.

Kurt likes hanging out with Todd because, for once, there’s no pressure to be anything other than himself. Even with the X-Men, there’s always this quiet weight pressing down on him, this reminder that no matter how much they accept him, they don’t have to hide like he does. They get to be themselves without a second thought—he has to put on a mask just to exist outside. But with Todd? There’s none of that. Todd leans into being the scrappy outcast, the guy nobody wants around, and somehow that makes it easier. He doesn’t make Kurt feel like he stands out—he just makes him feel like he belongs.

Jean doesn’t understand why she can’t sense Kurt. Ever since he went missing, she’s tried—God, she’s tried—stretching her mind out again and again, searching for even the faintest whisper of his presence. But there’s nothing. No thoughts, no emotions, not even that subtle, familiar hum of his consciousness at the edges of her awareness. Just a void where he should be. She tells herself it’s fine. That there’s an explanation. That maybe he’s just too far or something’s blocking her. But every night, when she’s alone with her thoughts, the truth slithers in—the one thing she refuses to say out loud. Maybe he’s dead. Maybe that’s why she can’t reach him. She can’t tell the others. If they knew she couldn’t sense him at all, they’d think it too. They’d believe it. And if they believe it, then it’s real. So she keeps pretending. Forces herself to act like she’s still trying, like there’s hope. Because as long as no one asks, as long as no one knows, then maybe—just maybe—she can keep pretending he’s still out there somewhere, waiting to be found.

Back when Toad was living in Brooklyn, he picked up bits and pieces of different languages—some conversational Mandarin from the old ladies who ran the corner store, but a lot of Spanish from growing up around it. It’s not perfect, and his accent is definitely rough, but it gets the job done. Lance loves that he finally has someone who actually understands him when he slips into Spanish, even if that someone is Todd. He also loves to give Todd endless shit for his pronunciation, mocking the way he butchers certain words just to get a rise out of him. Toad, of course, just rolls his eyes and fires back a stream of insults in Spanish, half of which don’t even make sense, but all of which are deeply offensive. It’s their thing.

When Tabitha got her navel pierced, it basically became her entire personality for a solid few months. Every outfit? Crop top. Every movement? Deliberately positioned to make sure people noticed. Didn’t matter where she was—school, the Brotherhood house, committing minor crimes—she was showing it off. It took actual winter weather to finally break her streak, and even then, she only caved begrudgingly. Of course, Lance and Toad immediately seized the opportunity to tease her about it. Every time she wore a normal shirt, one of them would casually go, “Wow, guess the belly button era is over, huh?” or “Damn, we really lost something special.” Tabitha would glare, threaten violence, maybe even chuck a small explosive their way, but the second it was warm enough again? The crop tops were back.

Toad is secretly way more sentimental than anyone would ever guess—not that he’d ever admit it. He’s got this whole stash of photos and videos saved up, just little moments of the people he actually gives a damn about. A lot of Kurt, because, well… obviously. But he’s got plenty of Lance and Tabby too—dumb inside jokes, random nights of them messing around, even the rare, unguarded moments where they actually look happy. And then there’s Pietro. The problem with Speedy is that he’s either moving way too fast for a normal camera or he’s making some deeply annoyed face at Todd for even thinking about taking a picture. The result? Pietro is mostly just a collection of motion blur and irritated side-eyes in Todd’s little archive. Toad hates that his collection of memories is full of useless, streaky nonsense instead of actual pictures, but whatever. Speedy will just have to live on as an artistic choice.

Pietro doesn’t mind when Kurt gets high—hell, he knows now that Kurt and Toad used to get high together all the time, which is honestly kind of hilarious. He even joins in sometimes, though it never lasts long. His metabolism burns through everything way too fast, making him the ultimate heavyweight. Joints and edibles don’t do much for him—he’s more of a dabs guy, the only thing that actually lets him feel anything. Still, just because he’s chill about it doesn’t mean he’s not watching Kurt like a hawk. No way is he letting his boyfriend green out or, worse, try to keep up with Pietro’s freak metabolism like it’s some kind of challenge. If Kurt’s getting too spacey, Pietro’s the one making sure he’s got water, making sure he’s eating, making sure he’s not about to tip over somewhere dumb. He plays it off like it’s just because he doesn’t want to deal with a mess, but the truth is? He’s stupidly protective, and no amount of weed is ever gonna change that.

Toad doesn’t really care what people call him—nicknames, insults, whatever, he’s heard it all—but there’s something kinda nice about hearing his actual name from his friends. Lance only ever calls him Todd when he’s exasperated, usually after Toad’s done something particularly dumb, like, “Todd, for the love of—can you just not?” Meanwhile, Kurt started calling him Todd the second he found out it was his real name, like it was the most natural thing in the world. No teasing, no hesitation—just Todd, warm and casual, like it belonged to him. Tabitha, on the other hand, takes it to another level, dragging it out into Toddy whenever she’s feeling playful—or right before she’s about to blow him up. And then there’s Pietro, who only calls him Toad—except, every now and then, he slips up, a careless Todd tumbling out in a moment where he’s not thinking. Toad never calls him on it, but they both know what it means. He doesn’t need some big declaration to know Pietro cares—he just needs to hear his name.

[cgmayra]

Doing this while on a double-16 hour shift. Meaning, I did 16's yesterday and today, so if my writing seems really off, you know now why XD

I've been struggling with writing for some time now. I've been trying to heal and work on other things, but thank you so much--My Cuties--for your patience with me.

I always am inspired by your support, and your passionate memory of me and my works.

I'm so glad I could inspire you. Stay tuned!

PROMPTS ARE SHUTDOWN FOREVER. Sorry for your loss :'( Finishing the ones already submitted during the event due date. None are to be accepted henceforth and forever more! I gotta write my own stories again, sorry XD Life is but all work~ (Sang like, 'Life is but a dream'.)

Prompt:

Fabrics. Buttons. Can’t forget the soft stuff is the outer layer. Oh! Sewing! Finally!

I was so excited to get this going! I put it straight up to my mirror, overlapping my body to make sure the proportions were right.

I often made sweaters for Penguins, but if I’m being truly honest, I haven’t really tested myself properly with forging my own clothes!

“I will conquer this contest!” I held up my arms to the ceiling, as though declaring my intentions with sound, purposeful might!

After all, the winner gets to meet the voice actor for my favorite little pupper! His voice is so cute when he barks on the new show they just aired, and everyone wants to dress up as a version of him!

Looking online, though… It seems there’s a lot of people who judge ridiculously for these competitions… I felt a little embarrassed… but I ended up asking Sticks for some advice.

She’s really good at… umm… should I call it, ‘Makeshifting’ stuff?

I think that’s appropriate. It’ll suffice.

Sticks, of course, couldn’t keep a secret for the life of her. I was asking the Walrus mother about some patchwork questions when I heard a BURST of laughter coming from our favorite Burger place…

Now I was really mad..!

I squandered my entrance with hasty, stomping footsteps as my cheek kept puffing up to ridiculous heights of anger.

I stopped only to square up as Sticks was showing my prototype cosplay of my favorite Pup to our friends, who were mocking it as I had feared the judges would as well.

But… But I had to win that one on one time with that Voice Actor!

“Enough!” I stomped my foot down again and threw my arms down. That really made them flinch, they were so… So..! 

My fist shook in rage. It rose up… and I… I regret it, but I couldn’t keep my emotions from blowing up.

“You’re all so self-absorbed sometimes!”

The silence was deafening.

I felt my eyes welling up, but I wouldn’t dare release tears to their mockery.

I stormed past Sonic, Knuckles, and Tails to rip the Pup costume out of Sticks’s hands… she was standing up on a table, the others sitting at another one to watch as though an audience to my hard work being treated like a child’s art and crafts hung on the fridge…

I wanted so much more than that for this costume,... and looking at it, my rage turned to disappointment… mostly in myself.

I just wanted to meet my favorite character’s voice actor… Or at least, get a chance to take pictures and… and…

I saw the fake fur growing darker in spots… water falling from my eyes.

I threw my face into the fuzz and raced away, the little prototype face of the pup still forever dorky and adorable, as though trying to comfort me…

Back at home, I heard a knock on the door, and ignored the pitiful cries of my friends… before looking up from leaning my head over the armrest of the couch to see they were all just watching me from my bare and open window.

I sighed, letting them in.

They were adorable!!!!

They actually spent the time to all make Puppy costumes! We’d all be so cute going to the convention they were hosting for the World Championships of my favorite puppy game, that I almost lost it in my excitement!

We all then worked together to perfect our cosplays, looking up tutorials–as recommended of Tails–and Knuckles doing the heavy-lifting bargaining sales by fighting old ladies for our supplies at the one craft store in the village.

Sonic was speedy with needlework, though it wasn’t the finest, he practiced and pricked his finger all night to perfect it. He admitted he felt a little weird doing the hobby, but you know what?

I saw him practicing with yarns in knitting! Haha! I think he found something he actually really likes! Now that he’s got the whole ‘hand-eye’ coordination nailed down flat.

I winked at him, and he smiled to me. For the first time in a long time, I was reminded why I loved him so much.

I blushed when he asked me, still minding his own business with his cosplay gluing of silly eyeballs that bounced around for the project. “Why do you want to win so bad at this costume contest, anyway, Ames? We could have all just gone to support you in winning the championship.”

“Emm… I think Eggman’s gonna enter it. I would much prefer the prize of-” I suddenly halted and put my face into the paw that I was working on, making sure the fluff was getting stuffed into it correctly. “Quality time with the Voice Actor!”

“H-Huh?” Sonic suddenly stopped working but I was buried deep in soft toe-pads~

My literal dream~!

“Hehe. He’s my favorite.” I pulled out only to hear the heavy fabric of his cosplay slide off the couch from Sonic’s lap.

“Hmm?” But when I turned to look at him, he had sped off, and I wasn’t sure what that was about…

My best guess? He was probably antsy from putting in so much work while staying in one place for too long. He needed to stretch his legs, I get it.

It was then that I noticed… his Pup Costume was actually the best friend of my Puppy’s! I was so happy to see which Puppy he picked!

I wonder… did he watch the show? I thought him and Knuckles called it a bore when I tried to watch it with them. Sticks just thinks the convention is a conspiracy to drain creatively suffering artists of all their pocketbooks while feeding them government distractions from what was really going on in their lives… but everyone already knew and accepted that, so I didn’t bother discussing it further.

However, Tails and me were all about that sweet, sweet lore~

Tails had some fun theories! He was playing the Grand Grandpa German Shepard character that was only found within the television series, having some CRAZY theories that he was actually a wizard.

I think the new collectible line of their pieces for the game is going to eventually come out with him, not just as a toy, but they’re waiting for the big season finale coming up before they drop it, I think.

Finally, we had all gotten our cosplays ready, and taking a fun picture really quick, we entered the convention as Sticks immediately began a protest soapbox performance in the corner of the giant building.

Not surprising anyone… she got a huge following, who wanted to add her to their social medias, but she thought that meant scuba diving into her personal life and breaching her security, making her rear up like a cat’s back hairs and hiss them away, running from her new adoring fans.

Knuckles was the giant Saint Bernard Pup, and immediately got stepped every few steps he took for a picture. He lifted up fans and seemed to really soak in all the attention! In fact, I think he even mentioned that maybe the show and game wasn’t all that bad! I was proud of him for opening up his… uh… well, what was surely there of his big noggin’ brain to other possibilities of what was defined as ‘cool’.

Tails was already debating with fans about rumors, leaks, and got really sucked into the collectible Puppy Piece Bobbleheads that were there. Extremely limited editions, and although he told me he wasn’t about that life, he clearly got thrown into the puppy void vortex of their advertisement and ranking pool.

I hope he got a rare rainbow or reverse holo. I hear those skins are rare.

I suddenly felt a hand grasp mine and gasped, turning around to see… Sonic?

I was almost certain everyone had dispersed… but seeing him still here… it brought a warm smile to my anxious heart.

“You… You’re gonna come to the contest with me?” I beamed, trying to hold my excitement in at his sweet gesture.

“Why else would I wear this costume?” He shrugged, trying to play it cool, but I loved his shyness.

Evvvveeennn if it got a little annoying sometimes… because he really ought to learn how to express himself better.

Sigh, for another day~

“Oh! There he is!” I pointed to the man of the hour! The admiration of my tiny little heart beating like a true Puppy Fan! “There he isss!!!” I shook Sonic, careful to not mess up his cosplay, but incredibly overjoyed as I jumped on differing legs, back and forth, swinging my oversized onesie I made from scratch to and fro.

“It’s Marks Dan Barkman! His yips and growls are so profound! His whines and gruffy huffs are to die for! And his howl!!!!” I held up my hands to my idol, not realizing…

Sonic had let go of my hand long ago…

I was so distracted, but quickly reached back to grab Sonic’s arm and drag him over to the sign up table.

“Dave?” I was surprised to see him working the stand.

He shrugged, “Eh, it’s a job.” He breathily stated as though exasperated, pulling out a baton and whacking some eager fans hands away from the participation sheet. “ONE AT A TIME!” He hollered, then sighed and sat back down, handing me the paper.

“Here you… uh… go. Just sign here… here… sign your soul over here… Your individual property rights… name and number… social security… thank you, you may proceed.”

After I just filled out the necessities, I rushed to the stage’s stairs and looked back at Sonic.

He looked… for some reason, shaken up.

I smiled warmly to him, rushing back over and giving him a hug. “I know it’s a lot of people and the smell is atrocious…” I gagged a little, then pulled away, “But it really means the world to me that you’re supporting me, Sonic!”

I couldn’t read his expression.

I just gave him a sweet, close-eyed smile and raced up the stairs!

I did a cute little improv, walking around as the fans cheered for me. It was amazing!

Since I liked doing a little writing on the side… I decided to perform and even shook my bum to make the puppy tail, fashioned with springs, to wiggle wildly, which was a signature for the pupper.

They all went ballistic with the detail and fine-finishing of my cosplay! And I actually won!

I was so excited, my fists were up by my face, and I got to stand. In. front. Of. “MARKS. HEHEHEHE. DAN. HAHAHAH. BARKMAN.” I almost fainted, but he was so charming and caught me, pulling me back to him.

“Haha, you’re a sweet one! What’s your name, little pup?”

I practically died.

“Amy Rose! Heheh~ I’m your biggest fan!”

I heard something like a howl or whine from the crowd, but the impression didn’t sound anything like a puppy character I knew, and it followed by a snap of something, but I couldn’t see from the spotlights on the stage.

“Well, to the victor the spoils!” He did some impressions that I literally did back, barking and yipping in little ‘quotes’ from the show, which was mostly just puppies as the crowd mimicked us back.

However, went he went down to kiss my cosplay puppy’s nose…

“THAT’S IT.” Sonic raced up from the crowd, shook out my arm–summoning the Piko Piko Hammer–and went to-

ATTACK MY FAVORITE VA STAR?!

“Sonic! What are you doing!?” I grabbed his arms as they were pulled back, ready to overhead slam and spike my favorite voice actor through the wooden stage!

“This is not a fighting game!” I cried out, pulling him back, “We do not smash our brother puppers here!”

The security, like hounds to a rabbit, suddenly swarmed over us and when their pack of matted hairballs dispersed, my Piko Piko Hammer had a single zip-tie around its handle.

I gasped, “You got my hammer securitified!” I gasped, letting him go as he hobbled a second and looked at the ‘clearly not helping’ single zip-tie on the stem.

“H-huh?”

“Weapons aren’t allowed at the convention, idiot!” A fan heckled from the crowd.

“O-Oh.” Sonic lowered it a bit, then pointed accusingly to Mr. Barkman. “This old geezer was trying to kiss you, though!”

The crowd, including myself, were aghast with gasps at such disrespect.

“How dare you!” I whipped the Piko Piko Hammer from his grasp and went to bonk him, but the convention security whistled, I looked over with Sonic, and we both lowered the hammer as he cleared his throat.

“Ohh!!! He was gonna give my Puppy cosplay a kiss on the nose!” I pointed to the hoodie of my detailed and perfectly chubby puppy onesie cosplay, as Sonic suddenly seemed greatly embarrassed by his misunderstanding.

“B-But… I’m your hero, Amy!”

The crowd, as is typical of drama alluring their starved minds for entertainment, suddenly sat back against their seats, as though respectful spectators of the new ‘series’ they were now willingly participating in with their full, judging, and undivided attention.

“... Sonic?” I lowered the hammer as it fell to the ground, crashing through the wood and showing just how strong it actually was.

“We’re not paying for that.” On his phone, Dave the Intern just scrolled and didn’t even bother to look up, “My contract doesn’t specify anything more than being here.”

“You… You called him your favorite!” Sonic looked away, being more vulnerable than I was normally used to…

“This is so in-character.” I heard someone whisper.

“Yeah, they’re best friends, after all.”

It was then I realized… They all thought we were performing a skit!

I sighed in relief, they weren’t judging us…

I put a hand to my heart, “My pupper brother…” I stated, and in the language of the pooches, confessed my undying love of Sonic The Hedgehog.

While all Sonic could hear was intermediate barking, the audience pulled out tissues and began to blow their noses or wipe their eyes at my speech of profound, unyielding fidelity to my pupper brother.

Although my yips, barks, whimpers, and yowling howls were all emotionally gripping in the very character of my favorite puppy character, I was actually speaking from my heart, referring to Sonic as the greatest friend I’ve ever known.

“... Amy… What?” He held up a hand, “I’m supposed to be getting all this…” He gestured to me, “Weird animal noises… stuff?”

I laughed, “Oh, Sonic. I’m just saying you’re my number one idol! No one can compare to you!” I jumped into his arms, and the crowd all sounded off with ‘Awww~’.

Mr. Barkman started the claps, and I did get his signature and picture in the end!

However… We were now wholly in a compromised situation… as one fan suddenly spoke out.

“Wait… Sonic? And Amy Rose?”, “Heeeyy… How did Sonic pull out her Hammer from Hammerspace?”, “No, no. He didn’t ‘pull it out’.” He did the bunny ears.

I knew that voice, and Sonic looked like he was having PTSD flashbacks from hearing it, too.

Mark the Tapir… Sonic’s proclaimed ‘number one’ fan…

“Clearly,” He made himself the leading voice on the ‘debate’ now. “The simple action of ‘shaking’ Amy’s hand out triggered the reaction of the hammer. Simple as that.”

“Nuh-uh!” A little girl suddenly poked her head up from the crowd, being now on her father’s shoulders, “Only Amy can summon her hammer! And how was he able to wield it? What triggers it, anyway?”

“Uhhh…” I slowly brought Sonic towards the stairs, also reaching back to paw the air for Mr. Barkman’s arm, not wanting to lose my ‘one-on-one’ time with the celebrity, still. “This is gonna get gnarly…” I warned, but it was too late…

“What if it’s an imposter Amy Rose? Amy Rose is a common name and surname. Plus, it could be meta. A cosplay WITHIN a cosplay!”

“What if the contest was rigged just to promote a new Sonic convention!?”

“I thought the power of Love triggered Amy’s hammer! That’s why she has such strong emotions!”

“Isn’t her hammer heavy? How could he hold it over his head?”, “Hang on, her hammer is REPEATEDLY shown to change in size. She can manifest it anyway she wants!”, “If that were true, how come it’s also shown that the bigger her emotions, the bigger and more powerful the hammer gets?”, “Is it one hammer or many? Can she duel-weild!?”

I began to try and covertly hide herself, while also getting Sonic to pose with our elaborate cosplays to take more videos and do impressions with Barkman, sneaking out as the fans went ballistic.

“Thank you, everyone, for not having me go alone.” I smiled at my friends when we all were getting the overly expensive food at the convention, getting ready to go home.

“But… But how did Sonic manage to hold your hammer, Amy? Did you just… summon it cause he clearly wanted you to?” Tails was, unfortunately, sucked into the lore debate just as promptly as his white tote bags also clearly showed his new obsession with rare pieces of a specific merch having crept in unwillingly.

The environment can get to people, sometimes…

I laughed, “It’s a secret~” Winking to them.

Sticks groaned, having gone full incognito now, slurping her overpriced drink. “It’s clearly cause Amy’s got muscle memory. Sonic’s seen her summon the hammer a thousand times. He shook her hand, she noticed what she wanted, and honestly, whenever has our Amy denied Sonic anything? They fight alongside each other all the time, it’s clearly just that she indulged him after realizing what he wanted from the shaking and she just–did it.” Sticks tried to explain.

I blushed though,... the real reason wasn’t just because I felt ‘trained’ or ‘condition’ to summon my hammer and trust Sonic had a reason…

It was… because…

He grabbed my arm with such firm haste, shaking my arm as though wanting my attention more than anything else in that moment…

Now that I knew he was jealous… My heart, in that moment, only knew that it was racing with how speedily he came to my side.

Without really thinking about it, my hammer came out.

Sonic wouldn’t know my secret… but everyone who heard my heartfelt pooch language cries would know the truth…

At least, they should.

Twas the startlement of love that summoned my hammer~ From the get-go, that’s how it’s always worked~

Since I first met Sonic, I wanted to get stronger, and the Hammer came from that feeling, I think.

To be closer to him…

“... Isn’t the hammer just a meme off a children’s toy?”

Everyone looked at Sonic.

Especially me, in disappointment.

I summoned it and went to bonk him lightly on the head when I suddenly heard a whistle blow and the pack of clouded fluff from security glomped me again!

Luckily, my cosplay was easily fixed at the nearby ‘Cosplay Medic’ Stand, so I wasn’t too upset. They did confiscate my Piko Piko Hammer, but I simply ‘poof’ed it back into my hand when leaving the convention.

My other hand… was occupied by Sonic, as we tagged behind the team so no one saw us…

Aww!~ He really is so shy! Ah…

I looked behind him, “Barkman… You… You can go back to work or… I don’t know, go home now?”

Barkman looked a little lost, but nodded, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head and waving us farewell.

“You know, I bet even Voice Actors miss hanging out with their friends. They live busy lives.” I nodded.

“That, or he really is a creep with his fans.” This time, nothing could stop my hammer from colliding with Sonic’s big, handsome, and FAT spiky head!

“No one. Not even you, Sonic The Hedgehog, disrespect Marks Dan Barkman!” This time, I think he laughed after saying, ‘Ouch! Amy..!’ because he knew I would do the same to anyone speaking ill of him, too. ^^

[htttg]

Lasagne - Alessia Russo x reader

Summary: while ur girlfriends away at a game, you make her a lil surprise to come back to...

1.5k words

"Hey guys, what's up, as I'm sure you all know, my girlfriend Alessia has a big game today; a friendly with Scotland and very sadly I can't be there 'cause my big fat leg injury. So instead, I'm gonna just make some food and put the game on, and I thought you could join me," I spoke to my Instagram live from my kitchen.

"Kay, obviously gotta get all the ingredients out - we're making Lessi's favourite, lasagne, and her mum sent me her recipe so I'm gonna have to try my very best to live up to her mum's standards,"

I chatted to my phone absentmindedly as I collected all my ingredients.

"Guys I realise I'm giving you a tough choice here on where your attention goes - to the game or to me making lasagne. Look I will not be offended if you chose the game, I'm not the best chef in the whole of Europe, the Lionesses however,"

By now I had all the ingredients out and had started mixing up the sauce, talking and joking with myself to make the live entertaining. I had Lessi's game up on my laptop just behind my phone.

"I'm warning you lot now," I spoke, "that I'm the worst with onions, the literal worst so I will be in a right state in about thirty seconds,"

I peeled the onion, and diced it finely, trying to do it as quickly as possible as tears seeped from my eyes.

I stuck the onions in the saucepan but had to collect myself still.

Strings of curses came flying out my mouth as I strained my eyes a lot.

"Fuck, you're not supposed to touch them, are you? Maybe that makes it worse. I don't even think it can get worse, fucking look at me,"

I got closer to the camera, showing everyone my bloodshot, teary eyes, which just kept twitching.

I tried to get over the feeling, taking a breather. I rested my hands on my knees to support myself as I leaned over.

Suddenly, from my laptop, there was an eruption of noise and I shot up.

"Did they just score? Oh my god, Lessi scored, ahhh guys England are winning! Fuck my eyes! Awh she's doing so well, look at that replay that's a beautiful goal, jesus my girlfriend is so talented. Fuck my fucking eyes man this hurts. Awh she looks so happy, I'm so proud bless. God I wish I could've been there, guys they scored! My eyes still hurt like hell, god I told you I was the worst. I don't even get this - why me? Fuck!" I took another second, and then tried to continue, shaking my face as if it would help, "Okay, okay I have to keep going or I won't be done in time, shit, my eyes look bloody awful, hold on,"

I disappeared from my phone's view for a moment and came back with sunglasses on.

"What do you think guys? Look good?" I chuckled to myself, "yeah, these actually are Lessi's, not mine, they were the first ones I found. I might have to steal them from her though, definitely look better on me. Okay, let's keep going,"

England had scored another two goals by the time I was starting to construct the layers of the lasagne, with Less getting one of the assists. She really was playing great today, getting many praises from the commentators for her performance.

It really did make me so happy, seeing her beaming on screen. She'd been needing a win since a recent loss that she had taken pretty hard.

I wacked the lasagne in the oven a few minutes later, checking the time left on the match to make sure I had my timing right.

"Perfect, she'll get back a few minutes after it should come out the oven, now we just wait,"

I kept on with the live, turning my full attention to the game now. Scotland managed to score despite England dominating possession, but spirits still seemed high, England still leading by two goals.

Eventually my timer went, it had been 20 minutes since I put the lasagne in, so I went to check on it, even though I knew it would still need a fair amount of time.

"Right the cheese hasn't browned or anything, so I know it needs more time. How do I know though, when it's fully done, just from the cheese on top or what? I'ma give Carol a ring,"

I grabbed the house phone and dialled Alessia's mum's number. As it rang, I did a lil dance to the live.

"Hello?"

"Oh, hey Carol, it's Y/N,"

"Hi love, is the lasagne going alright?"

"Yes, great in fact and I haven't burnt the house down just yet,"

She chuckled a little at that.

"I was just calling to ask how you know it's done; I'm watching for when the cheese brown so when it does should I just take it out then?"

"Yeah, so when it's golden brown on top that's done, and the sauce will be bubbling around the edges. If you want, you can also stick it with a toothpick. If it's easy to push to the bottom layer then you should be good to go,"

"Oh that’s perfect, thank you so much. You watching the game?"

"Of course, course I am. Her goal was beautiful, wasn't it?"

"Sailed right into the net, amazing goal. She really is playing amazingly, she should be so proud,"

"And right after that hard loss the other day,"

"Yeah for sure, and you can see she's having so much fun as well, so nice to see,"

"And she's lucky to have you too, making her lasagne is so sweet she'll be so thankful,"

"Well, I have to give you some credit, it's your recipe after all. Anyway Carol, I better focus on my lasagne, or she'll come home to a burnt brick instead,"

"Of course, well I hope to speak to you soon, I'll give Less a call after the game,"

"We should look at going out for a meal soon, it's been a while,"

"Oh, that would be perfect, bye then,"

"Bye!"

The game ended shortly after, and then I got a message from my girlfriend saying she'd be home in 10. Perfect timing pretty much.

10 minutes later I heard her keys rattling in the door and ran to go greet her.

"Lessi, hun, you did so amazing!" I called out before practically throwing myself into her arms.

She pulled me close, her arms tightly wrapped around my shoulders as mine snaked around her waist. I buried my head into the crook of her neck, enjoying being so close to her after what had felt like ages.

"I missed you," I told her.

I could feel her sniffing the air, evidently the smell of the lasagne creeping into her senses.

"Lasagne?" she asked hesitantly, her voice filled with hope.

I chuckled, pulling away from the hug and leading her into the kitchen.

"I thought it'd be nice to make you something, plus you deserve it with that goal, stunning. Here, come, I'm live on Instagram,"

"You really made me lasagne?" she asked happily.

"Your mum’s recipe,"

She pulled me back into a hug from behind as I was facing my phone, watching the messages on my live fly past. Her chin nestled into my neck.

"I love you so much," she whispered quietly before pressing a kiss into my skin, giving me goosebumps.

"Alright, get off you big lump," I told her, but my tone was light and there was a smile plastered on my face, "I'll serve it up,"

She withdrew from the embrace and sat up on one of the stools.

We talked with each other and with the live as I dished up the lasagne for us both.

"Here, pass," I indicated to my phone which she was holding and propped it up to get a video of her trying the dish I'd slaved over for more than an hour.

"It's good," she said with a grin, it came out muffled with her cheeks stuffed with pasta, and I could tell she really meant it, "it's really good. Mmm! Exactly what I needed,"

"Yayy. I'm glad it's good," I responded, and then we ended the live a few minutes later with a wave to the camera.

"Now that's off, I can do this," I said and turned to her.

I pulled her in for a kiss. It tasted like lasagne. She pulled away when we both ended up smiling into each other's lips.

"You couldn't do that before we ended the live?" she teased. I know she didn't mean it, we'd both talked about pda before, deciding not everyone needed to see it. Best not to encourage the tiktok edits.

"You really did play amazing today Less, I was so proud. You made it look easy,"

She chuckled a little.

"Come back here," she mumbled, putting her hand on the back of my neck to kiss me again. It was more this time, our lips moving together perfectly until she cheekily bit down on my lip.

"Less!" I cried out, pulling back sharply.

"Sorry," she said, clearly not meaning it by the brazen smirk on her face, "you tasted too good I thought you were lasagne,"

[peemanne]

ok. i'm sorry. i'm on that tomodachi grind right now. it just went down. i NEED to report this. truly historic moment in pee-land island just unfolded on my monitor

beautiful pee-land island right. nishiki's become a bit of a favorite for me. he was actually the first islander to reach level 20. he's kind of just been living the life so far on here. i sent the gallery awhile back. he's been doing real well for himself, between his massive closet, dyed hair, and living underwater because i got bored. he's one of the most popular islanders too, scoring an impressive top 2 on the popularity ranking, as well as getting along really well with a majority of the island

it's not all sunshine and rainbows for the island's #2 fish, though. he's been down on his luck in one specific aspect:

Romance.

in tomodachi life, your islanders can try to get two of their friends together. three (3) separate islanders have attempted to get nishiki together with cynthia (of pokemon gen 4 fame), but every time they walk away from it, still just friends.

(PICTURED ABOVE: Kazuma Kiryu attempts to get Nishiki and Cynthia together)

this would come to a head when nishiki eventually got the love icon. (pictured below is nishiki kicking his feet and giggling while love icons circle his head)

unfortunately he decided to confess his love with a really bad pickup line (sorry i don't remember the specifics but like. it was dire. i winced), and he ended up getting rejected.

(i had him change outfits)

however, in an utterly unprecedented event, nishiki turned his head right back up, and decided to have another go at it. i didn't even know this event could happen prior to this.

unfortunately, cynthia did not even show up to the second invitation. nishiki fell into a depression so i let him go to cambodia. as a treat. for morale.

but there were glimmers of hope. i noticed cynthia's opinion of nishiki only went up after all that happened. kiryu would again try to get them together to no avail, but after that, a prompt showed up for nishiki, going along the lines of "why would kiryu want us together? oh now i'm curious". she even returned to him his lost mug. and like, i don't know. i was feeling pretty optimistic after that. i was very much rooting for nishiki at this point. what can i say, it was really cute. it became my crackship. i wanted to see it happen. even took this picture in the photo studio cause i thought it'd be cute

how romantic. alright. now cut to last night. i boot up the game, get my fountain donations, yadda yadda it's cool. i check out the clothing shop for the daily rotation of outfits, and i spot this.

it looks exactly like the suit he wears in yakuza 1. and i'm like hell yeah. i've had him wear a bunch of outfits so it's nice to see one so accurate (I've been waiting for a suit for Kiryu since I've added him). i get excited and get him fitted.

(PICTURE ABOVE: Nishiki wearing a fish hat underwater as well as a dashing white suit)

i'm feeling pretty good after this. i go about doing the island rounds. eventually, cynthia's problem icon pops up and i go to see what's up. it wasn't just any problem icon though. it was the big heart

as i said before her opinion of nishiki was only getting better. and i'm like, oh my god. it's all coming together. it might be happening. i'm jumping up and down. then i open the door

KAZUMA KIRYU. SHE FELL FOR KAZUMA KIRYU

I CANNOT BELIEVE IT. TOMODACHI LIFE CRASHED MY CRACKSHIP. HOW COULD I LET THIS HAPPEN TO MYSELF

AND IT WENT REALLY WELL. THEY'RE OFFICIALLY DATING NOW. STILL HAPPY FOR THEM BUT THEY CRASHED MY CRACKSHIP. STOLE IT FROM ME. RIPPED IT FROM MY HANDS. THIS IS LITERALLY WHAT HAPPENS IN YAKUZA 1 TOO WITH YUMI. WHAT THE HELL

that suit is cursed. i'm sure of it now. i gotta dye his hair back and put kiryu in the jail room now. fate never rests for the brothers. what the hell.

pictured below is nishiki immediately after this Incident (he is joined by Hatsune Miku and Sin Kiske)

i then saved the game and NISHIKI JUMPSCARE HE'S HERE TOO

i was still reeling over it, then i got curious. i headed for the beach and started up judgment bay.

19:2 ratio. i'm crying. only kiryu himself (As well as competitive Pokemon staple and famed #girlboss Landorus-Therian, who is standing behind Kiryu's massive head) still see the good in him. i'm in shambles

whatever this island has in store for nishiki i just pray it goes well for him. he was living the life here, and the last thing i want to see is that being taken away from him. i hope this does not cascade to another shirtless fistfight on an observation deck.

[dayfaresthenight]

Alex's Bio

Name: Alex Davis Alt Names: "Trollmaster". (LEL Get pwned xDDD)

Special Titles: Puppet, Old Friend. (for being a puppet he is pretty off-handed honestly, kinda weird but I don't mind haha)

Username: Trollmasterlol351

Nicknames: Troll, Alexy.

Chronological Age: 17

Age: 17 (juuust one more year!)

Pronouns: He/him

Sexuality: Bisexual

Gender: Cis Male

Species: Human, "Vessel" (i don't know what a vessel is LOL)

Disorders: Conduct Disorder, Chronic Nightmares. (what??? nightmares? i don't get nightmares!!! xD)

Physical Disabilities: Weakness in Left leg (Recovering!!!)

Religion: None. (I consider myself open-minded, though!) Grade: 12th

Lives in: [REDACTED] (I don't give out my location to strangers on the net xD), Also Daisys House! Languages: English, LEET SPEAK, Various Ciphers. (Marble Hornets taught me well!!!)

Height: 5'12 (I AM 6'0 I AM 6'0) Race: Paleish in Vessel, Cacussian in Real form (NOOO STOP LEAKING MY PERSONAL INFO WHOEVER YOU ARE DX) Ethnicity: English-American Accent: Rather Light and Chipper, although deepens when angry.

Powers: Exceptionally Emotionally Resilient, Respawning (In-Vessel Form, or When in Daisy's house in general), Memory Connections (Considering I'm always with the guy in armor when in here, I can see basically whatever he sees!) Weaknesses: Short Temper when Provoked, His Guilt, Killing his Puppeter. (...haha these people really are weird LOL)

Weapons: The nearest chair he can huck at someone, Linked Swords. (1v1 me on Sword fights on the heights i'd win 100% xD)

Alignment: Chaotic Good (I... Really do try my best, despite everything.)

Text Color: This!!!

Main Hobbies: Gaming, Collecting (pokemon cards!!!)

Favorite Food: PIZZA!!!!!! Favorite Flower: Daisys xD (daisys are pretty cool but in all seriousness I like sunflowers a lot too!!!)

Scent: Blueberry Bodyspray. (Gotta dress to impress!!!)

Handedness: Right-handed

Blood Color: Red

Awareness: VERY Aware [Effect: Positive] (...)

Birthday: January 23rd (THE BIG 18 IS COMING UP!!!!)

Theme:

Playlist:

Fun Facts: I am totally an elite haxer who was taught by 1x1x1x1x1x1x1x11 himself!!!!! Used an exploiting script once and thinks hes a hacker now. Actually pretty good at games, even if he overestimates himself 99% of the time.

Special Interests: Pokemon, Mario, Retro Games, Retro Internet. (RETRO IS THE BEST)

Stims: Fast Talking, Jumping Around.

Stimboard: WIP Moodboard: WIP Fashion Board: WIP Comfort Objects: His Old Gameboy Advance.

Family: Claire Davis (Mom!) Gregory Davis (Dad!)

Friends: DAISY! (Best friend), Courtney, (Close Friend), Jose (Friend), Everyone else in the Friend group (Friends!), Lancia (Friend)

Romance: N/A!!

Enemies: Zandeeee (Maybe? Idk, she doesn't seem to really like me), The NPCs (Most of them are just not really nice to her...), The Cultivator (That mushroom can rot in hell for what he did to my friend.)

Patrons: Ozymandias (He is the one who brought me here. I don't think he has good intentions, but I'm still grateful to him and stuff!)

Pets: Claire (my cat!!! I named it after my mom because she is cool xD)

Brief Personality: Alex is on the surface a very kind person. Energetic, and always pulling various pranks in an attempt to entertain and cheer up his friends. Whenever there's a chance to pull someone's leg, he'll be the first one doing it. Despite that though, Alex never tends to take his pranks too far- and is extremely supportive of his friends when they need it. He struggles a lot with his own emotions, and in general, isn't really good at conveying how he feels.

Alex is fiercely protective of those he cares about, and he will immediately throw himself into the line of fire just to protect them. He is very rebellious, and this often leads him into situations that are severely out of his weight class.

Brief Backstory: Alex is a relatively regular person, at least compared to most in this place. He was born in 1999 to his parents and grew up in a relatively middle-class lifestyle. Although his family had some hard times, he generally grew up well taken care of.

He discovered the internet and Roblox at a young age and immediately fell in love with it. He finally had a group of like-minded people who could tolerate his shenanigans, which made him quite happy. He never really had many friends growing up, so he deeply cherished this friend group.

One person, though, he latched onto more than the others, and that was Daisy. Daisy was always there to come on and play with him and was one of the few people Alex would settle down with and talk about stuff with. Someone, he didn't feel the need to impress or entertain.

Despite that though, he was rather oblivious to Daisy's own troubles, something that eats him up to this day. Maybe if he had just noticed sooner, maybe if he had just told his mom he was worried about her, maybe...

...But the past is the past. Everyone's gone their own ways, and Alex is starting to feel that loneliness that he thought he had escaped start to creep back in. The memories are coming back, and it's starting to haunt him.

Why can't he just forget? Why can't-

Knock knock.

...He opened up the front door...

"Would you like me to bring you to your friend?"

...

Maybe it's never too late to make amends, to... make things right.

[drippingmoon]

Hiiiiiiii ! It's been so long ! How are you ? Hope you are doing great ! Fir the Writer Ask Game :

1-What’s the oddest thing you’ve ever googled for a WIP ?

3-Do you prefer noise or silence while writing?

5-Do you like to outline stories beforehand, or just sit down and write?

thanks yoooooooou !!! (also you asked if you could ask them to me : yes of course but i don't write much so I can't really answer them sadly ^^')

Hiiiiii!🤩❤ It has been a bit, but I'm undoubtedly so glad to hear from you again!^^ I'm doing pretty nice at the moment, though the heat is getting unbearable, so thanks for asking! Hope you've been amazing as well🥺💞 and thanks for the questions!

1. Hm, I don't think I google weird things per se, but rather very specific ones. First thing that comes to mind is "what the fuck to you call that metal stick that connects a ramp to a ship and lowers and raises it", so yeah, it's mostly nitpicky tidbits related to technical terms that I have to research. Like that one time I went off on a tangent and became very familiar with all kinds of eaves. Or what all the parts of a door are. Sometimes I wonder myself why I gotta be so specific🤣

3. Noise! Noise all the way! Bring all the noise!😍 so, I literally can't write without music. Conversely, I can't listen to music without writing, at the very least in my head. I could go on and say that I can only listen to instrumentals while writing, but when it comes to editing, it's singers all the way, but that boring... oh! Last summer! I discovered this really nice website called virtual piano (it has a handful of instruments actually), and fell in love with the jazz piano, courtesy of Aberration of Sunlight. Anyway, I played around with making some music since I'm a music fanatic, and were the results good? Eh... even with my rose-colored glasses on, I can't say so, but nevertheless it was a joyful experience and it made me even happier with myself. Because it was sincere. So! I absolutely recommend trying it out, if you're ever in a more melancholy mood or just gotta occupy your time somehow, and maybe you'll be as surprised as I was.

5. Pantsing all the waaaaay!🤩👏 hahahaha! I always have a vague idea of the scenes and direction the story's gonna take, but that's as firm as I'm keeping it. Outlines kill my motivation, and I have a hard time rebelling against them. On the other hand, if I just... write, as I do, I find I can suddenly keep in my head quite a dozen subplots that I somehow don't forget about, find their natural place in the story and also keep my steam going because my writing can and does surprise me every so often. It's great. About the only times in life I can fully trust my brain.

Thankee for the permission!🤩 I'll keep that in mind, but I still wanna ask you some regardless, hihihi. And hey! Writing and art are similar. You do both. You can just answer for whichever is fun, or just don't. It's up to you entirely🤭🥰

[jgyllenhaalstannie]

✣Ken trying to impress you bc he has a unknown crush on you✣

Summary:Ken realized that impressing someone in the real world was a lot different than impressing someone in Barbie land (sorry this is so damn late😣school been wooping my ass)

When Ken first returned to the real world without Barbie he was bummed,no Barbie to follow around, no matching outfits with Barbie. He missed Barbie. But he knew that thinking about her would just make him more upset. And Ken is too manly to be caught upset except by Barbie.

After staying in the real world for a few days,Ken ran into you on the street, quiet literally. He wasn't looking where he was going and slammed face first into you. "Oh jeez, are you ok?" He asked cautiously,watching you rub your nose."Yea I'm fine,thank you.I'm actually in kind of a hurry right now so thank you again!" You almost rushed off until Ken grabbed your arm."Wait,I think I've seen you around before.Barbie Lan- I mean,uh,where I come from, I recognize alot of faces I've seen before." He had seen you before. He's seen you walking down the street, at a coffee shop, in a store, at the beach.

He's not a stalker. He's just always 'running into you'.

"Hey yeah I do remember you. I've seem you around a few places. Your bright aura always caught my eye." Ken's eyebrows raised as you gave him a light smile. You noticed him? And his... Aura? Whatever that was, he didn't know. He was just happy to finally be noticed. He knew that after that confession or what he took it as he had to up his game.

"Well, where you headed? I could make up this 'accident' we had and finally introduced myself." Ken gave a slight smirk of confidence as he subtly not really tried to flex his muscles. "Not heading somewhere you wanna be that's for sure. Gotta go to work at an office." You complained, Ken now walking with you down the street. He wasn't listening much when you talked about what you had to do but started to pay attention when you mentioned a guy.

"Then this guy, I'm so sick of him, he keeps trying to talk to me every day but he's so anno-".Ken was furious inside, even though he didn't really have a reason to. 'The nerve that guy has to bother them... He's probably just like Ken and trying to get with them.' "Hey watch out!" You jerked him back away from the oncoming car in the street. He was too deep in his thoughts to even hear the car coming. In his fault, Barbie Land cars don't really make noise or go that fast. "You didn't see that coming?" You questioned him, watching his eyes go big.

You were gripping his hand.

Barbie never did that to him. Ken didn't even hear you talking to him, he was too focused on your hand in his. "Hey you alright? You seem in shock." You pulled him to the side and let go of his hand. He was sad you stopped touching him. "Um, yea I'm ok, totally." Ken plastered a big smile on his face to hide his disappointment. You looked at your phone and sighed. "Well, I'm already late. I guess we can just stay out and talk." He secretly wished you wouldn't go to work so he could stay with you. This time he contained his happiness and gave a smirk and head nod. "I'm ok with that."

You led him to a coffee shop up the street,this time watching for cars so he doesn't get hit. "So, I told you all about me. I don't know much about you,mystery blonde." Ken held back his squeal from the nickname you gave him."Well I'm from around here, totally...where I come from is a lot less hectic than here." You cocked your head to the side. "How so? Most of every where around here is very hectic so I doubt you're from here." Ken sighed as he tried to explain Barbie Land to you, trying not to weird you out.

After a while you managed to believe him. He was too 'perfect' to just be from here. "You know, I could totally beach with you. If you're down of course." Ken boasted, still trying to flex his muscles. You watched him look around nervously as he gave you quick glances. He tried to take a sip of the drink you ordered for him and ended up pouring it all over his face. You held back your laugh as you gave him some napkins to wipe with."That usual doesn't have anything in it,um." Ken chuckled quietly and shifted his eyes to the side, embarrassed by what happened.

That was so uncool.

[thedragonagebigbang]

Bang Creator Interview: Tumblr: @crabs-with-sticks  |  AO3: CrabsWithSticks

The Collaboration period has begun! In these quiet months before works are due, we want to foster a sense of excitement, camaraderie, and celebration among our participants. To that end, all participants were given the option of a formal interview by our mod, Dema, or an informal “ask-game” survey. We hope you enjoy getting to know our phenomenal creators as much as we have!

Found Family in Crisis!!!!!! How This Local Woman's Life Just Keeps Getting Worse!!!  

Jacs and Dema talk music, tragedy, DMing tabletop games, and OCs who won't follow the damn rules

Dema: Good morning! Happy Saturday. Are you writing today? 

Jacs: I'm hoping to! Though I might be taking a break from my actual project to do some fun oneshots. Give myself a bit of time away from the tragedy of my bang fic and write something happy haha

Dema: That is very fair! Especially with heavier fics. How do you get in the zone to write, regardless of the project? Or does it vary depending on the vibes of your fic?

Jacs: Normally it involves getting nice and cozy under a blanket on the couch with a good cup of tea. I'll sometimes put a playlist on to get into a particular vibe, I've got a bunch of character playlists which can help get into the perspective of whatever oc I'm writing that day.

Dema: I won't get too specific with this question but, if there is one song on your playlist that especially fits your bang fic, what would it be?

Jacs: Hmm, I'd say probably 'Sampson' by Regina Spektor. The song is based on a tragic biblical story and is all about what could have happened if things had worked out differently. If the love had been enough to save them, then they wouldn't have been remembered by history but they would have been happy.

Dema: Oh okay, arrow straight to the heart. I see, I see.

Jacs: Yeah, I'm a known tragedy enjoyer, just rolling around in the sadness like a dog in a puddle. In order to get optimal levels of tragedy you gotta have some happiness first just so that readers can really see that it didn't have to be this way (but they never could have changed it).

Dema: I can't wait to read it! I also love tragedy, and especially in that ratio. Is there a particular one-shot idea you have kicking around, to cleanse the palate?

Jacs: Not sure! Though probably something with my oc Luca Trevelyan with Dorian, though I haven't actually managed to get very far through that particular playthrough yet....I'm a bit of a serial oc creator who then never gets around to actually playing them in the game.

Dema: Do you always make your OCs in game? Even if you don't get around to the playthrough? 

Jacs: Yep! It’s probably my favourite part of Dragon Age, or any CRPG. I really like thinking up characters, with their conflicts and histories. I'm a forever DM in real life, so I'm fairly used to making up characters and then never playing them, although at least with Dragon Age I already know the events of the game they'll be going through, so I have a better idea of their development arcs. I am trying to do a re-playthrough of the whole series before Veilguard comes out, but we'll see how successful that is haha.

Dema: Do you find that DMing has informed the way you structure your stories?

Jacs: I'd say that it probably has. When I DM I'm always keeping a hand on the pulse of all the characters, their emotions and where they're at in their arcs, because my aim is really to tell a good story. So I think it can help me to see things from the big picture as well as a more mechanical perspective. Though sometimes I do need to tell myself to stop looking at the big picture and just focus on what is at hand.

Dema: I'm a bit in awe of DMs. To me it seems like being the conductor of an orchestra, except all your musicians are improvising. Do your characters sometimes feel like players? Or do they tend to stay within the lines?

Jacs: They do end up getting away from me sometimes, or they'll do something that leaves me going 'huh, why did you just make that decision', because I know it's accurate but I'm not entirely sure why. Though sadly there's no actual player to ask...just my brain. I was intending to make quite a whimsical and happy Brosca, but she just keeps doing morally grey things!

Dema: HAHA ah yes, relatable. I find it's such an interesting balance, for me, between wanting everything in the story to feel a bit inevitable (especially in a tragedy!) and embracing the realism of some things just not having a clear explanation, especially character decisions.

Jacs: Yeah for sure! It's great when characters are messy and contradictory, I just wish it wasn't so hard...I had a character at one point who was making a whole bunch of decisions I wasn't expecting or had planned for, and I'd try to think 'ok why is this character doing this?' and all she supplied in return was 'I'm lactose intolerant'...which honestly was a very in character response; just straight up ignoring the question. 

Dema: A character in writing, or a character in a campaign you were DMing?

Jacs: A character I was writing.

Dema: Hahaha, incredible.

Jacs: I sometimes have, I guess little 'conversations' with my characters in my head where I tap into the section of my brain that they live in.

Dema: That's a great strategy! Is that how your characters first come to be?

Jacs: Hmm, I think the conversation part comes a bit later when I have some context for them, either in their history or in the game itself. It starts off as a lot of collaging together different ideas until it makes a full character. Often I start off from a particular theme or emotional angle I'm interested in exploring. So one started off as 'religious trauma', and another from 'idealism in a cruel society' and so on.

Dema: Has that first theme or idea ever come from a really unexpected source? And related to this, do you tend to be primarily inspired by the source material itself? I know that's a big reason so many of us love DA in particular.

Jacs: I think the themes are usually all ideas that I'm already interested in, but it's super fun seeing the way it can connect to the worldbuilding and lore. I think it's really important for characters to have specifics which tie them into the world around them, so thinking about how their family might have lived in the particular part of the world they're from, how they and the people around them either adhere to or go against it, and what impact that would have on their story. It's really fun looking at how a theme can change based on where the character comes from, like a character with conflict based around religious trauma is going to be different if they're human, Dalish or a city elf, and the world will react to them differently because of that.

Dema: Now I simply must ask you if you ever write AU fics.

Jacs: I haven't written many to be honest, though I do have some ideas for some. It can be hard translating a story that is really rooted in the specifics of one particular world and translating that to another. So I'm always really impressed to see when other people do it so well! I often find you can find a good parallel for one aspect of a character, but then you have to try to fit a second aspect or character conflict in and it doesn't fit the new world at all!

Dema: I feel the same!

Jacs: Writing; it's hard man.

Dema: It is! So why do you do it!? And a follow-up question: writing is hard, and you're signed up for a Big Bang! What made you interested? Is it your first one or have you done this before?

Jacs: It's like a wonderful little puzzle; except it can be all wibbly wobbly and just like real life it doesn't always need to make sense- it's lovely just to embrace the humanness of character writing!

So a bit of context, I recently finished postgraduate studies, and realised I didn't have any hobbies! I used to love creative writing of any sort when I was but a young whippersnapper (they say, in their mid 20s), so I decided to embrace the cringe and get back at it. I've never participated in any fandom events, or even written something this long that wasn't academic! But I'm really loving the community around this event and getting to chat to other writers as we all write (and suffer) together!

Dema: In the last minutes, and just for fun: can you come up with a click-bait title for your fic? Without giving anything major away, of course.

Jacs: Maybe something like 'Found Family in Crisis!!!!!! How This Local Woman's Life Just Keeps Getting Worse!!!’  (To quote the venerable Sir Terry Prattchet: And all those exclamation marks, you notice? Five? A sure sign of someone who wears his underpants on his head.)

Dema: Ten out of Ten, would click again. Thank you so much for setting aside this time to chat with me!

Jacs: No worries! I had a great time!