#seriously click through and read the whole thing it's worth it

[alleiradayne]

I haven't said much personally about Veilguard besides sharing my Rook and a few other silly things, but I do have a couple thoughts now that I'm so very far into my playthrough (halfway at about 50 hours).

I know the music hasn't hit like some hoped it would. I agree that it is not as good as Inquisition. That's still my favorite OST of the series. I understand BioWare wanted a new composer for the next game because each game has had a different composer. But given how very connected Inquisition and Veilguard are, I disagree with that premise and thought they should have stuck with Morris, and not only for that reason. He's a fucking musical genius.

All that said, I do enjoy Zimmer's and Balfe's work on this OST. It's not bad. I was shittalking the main theme for weeks after it came out but when you mash it up with the actual opening of the game, it fits. And I like all the softer versions of it, the less complicated takes with less instrumentation. And there are other tracks that call back to Inquisition. No, I'm not referring to the cameos where Morris's actual tracks were used. I'm talking about Zimmer/Balfe's new content where they threaded callbacks to Inquisition. Once I finish the game, I'm going to do a much deeper analysis of the Veilguard OST, but for now, I'm enjoying it as I play the game (I don't want to listen to the OST before I finish the game itself).

A couple other thoughts in shorter form:

The combat is fun. Compared to previous games, it's dynamic enough that, while there are patterns, you still have to be on your toes. Yes there's the rock, paper, scissors of get rid of armor, get rid of barrier, then spam left click/spells. But you know what, compared to the previous games, I'm enjoying that. It's a nice change of pace. I'm also playing a Mourn Watch Death Mage, so there's some nice flavor there.

Skin texture sucks. It's too smooth. It gives everyone a cartoonist look. I hate it.

Hair is fucking gorgeous. I just wish there were more styles I liked.

The story and quests are fantastic.

I find the dialogue to be a fun balance between seriousness, camp, and exposition.

Now on to my biggest fucking complaint about the game so far and given what I've read (without spoiling anything), I'm ultimately going to be disappointed in the long-run by the romances. My mage committed to Emmrich and I love him. He's wonderful. Read on for some spoilery-ish facets of his romance.

SPOILERS

He's an artist. Both with his magic and his words. He's sophisticated and overly romantic in such a respectful way. Rook's interest in him takes him by surprise because I believe canonically there's an age gap (that I headcanon away), but it's adorable. Plus, graveyard dates. He's very Gomez Addams but without all the public displays of affection (which I also headcanon away because fuck that noise).

END SPOILERS

My last point in the spoilers section about Emmrich's romance is my biggest complaint of the game. There's very little actual romance! And it's because you can't roll up to your companions at any given time and open a dialogue with them. There's no open conversation option. You only get to talk to them if they have a time-sensitive marker or a quest marker on their icon on the map. No free smooches on the ramparts!

And the romance moments we do get are so few and far between in a game that is absolutely massive, not in terms of map size this time, but in terms of content. There is so much good content (as opposed to the shit side quests of collecting 10 bear asses in the Hinterlands of Inquisition). The side quests all feel directly tied to the area's story so they all feel worth doing. We're never doing dumb shit like drawing constellations in the sky or finding shards through tranquil mage skulls (don't ever forget that they used the skulls of mages forced into tranquility specifically for this purpose).

Now I'm not through the whole game yet, but I'm hearing and seeing that there's next to no nudity. Given that on top of the lack of open convos and sparse romantic content, I'm bummed. I still love Emmrich, and I know I'll enjoy the others when I do get to them (because I plan on it). But damn. I was hoping for Desk Scene (iykyk) levels of spice outta this crew.

That's it. Halfway through the game and this is how I feel so far. I'm thoroughly enjoying the game and will continue to binge it. I have Rooks planned for the rest of the companions, too. Femme elf rogue crow to romance Davrin, femme qunari warrior lords of fortune to romance Harding, femme human shadow dragon rogue to romance Neve, femme elf warrior veil jumper to romance Bellara, masc elf mage grey warden to romance Lucanis.

I'd like to see your thoughts!

[tieflingkisser]

STUDY: Tradwife influencers are quietly spreading far-right conspiracy theories

A Media Matters analysis found interacting with tradwife videos on TikTok led to a deluge of conspiratorial content

TikTok’s “For You” page recommendation algorithm propels users who interact with “tradwife” content — which promotes “traditional values” and rigid gender roles — down far-right conspiracy theory rabbit holes. Media Matters coded and analyzed 327 recommended videos after exclusively interacting with tradwife content and documented what happened. We found TikTok’s recommendation algorithm rapidly populated our FYP with conspiracy theory content and fearmongering, which made up nearly one-third of all videos served to the FYP.

Background

In recent years, the “tradwife” movement has shifted from far-right internet subculture to mainstream social media trend, becoming particularly popular among young people. Not every popular homemaking creator is a “tradwife,” though; tradwife influencers specifically preach the gospel of rigid gender roles and biblical submissiveness, glamorizing a 1950s housewife aesthetic while calling for some variation of a “return to tradition.��� To be considered a “tradwife influencer” according to our criteria, a creator had to have a minimum of 20,000 followers, self-identify as a “tradwife,” explicitly promote traditional gender roles, and primarily dedicate their account to promoting homemaking and “traditional values.” Media Matters identified 7 accounts that fulfilled this criteria, then “liked” and watched each account’s 10 most recent videos.

Key findings

After we interacted with tradwife content, TikTok’s recommendation algorithm began flooding our FYP with right-wing conspiracy theory content.

Our FYP also began displaying medical misinformation and anti-government content, specifically fearmongering about the need to prepare for an impending “civil war.”

Of the 327 videos served to the “For You” page in Media Matters’ analysis, 100 (or 30.6%) contained conspiracy theories or apocalyptic fearmongering.

Context

To those unfamiliar with the tradwife influencer ecosystem, these may be unexpected or confusing results. Why would interacting with tradwife content, which is often filled with beautiful imagery of gardening and baking, funnel a user down a conspiracy theory rabbit hole? Well, we discovered that many popular “tradwife” creators are quietly couching far-right conspiracy theories between videos of bread baking and milkmaid dresses. Nearly every tradwife influencer we identified pushed baseless right-wing conspiracy theories and right-wing talking points, often focusing on a general distrust of the government and modern medicine. These messages were positioned between soft visuals of baking, gardening, and modest fashion. Tradwife influencer Jasmine Dinis typifies this phenomenon. In one TikTok video, we see Dinis drinking coffee on her porch with overlaid text reading, “Being a real rebel in 2024 is….” Several baking and gardening clips follow under more superimposed text that answers, “Taking sovereignty over your own health & food sources and not relying on the government for either.” Dinis has uploaded a number of videos with similar messaging, using hashtags such as “#conspiracy,” “#rawmilk,” and “#offgrid." Another tradwife influencer, “Gwen the Milkmaid,” follows a similar video formula, posting imagery of prairie dresses, bows, and baking overlaid with text pushing conspiracy theories and right-wing talking points. In one recent video, Gwen prepares homemade pasta with overlaid text reading, “Trad-wives have been getting a lot of hate recently… And is it really a surprise? The elites have been working for decades to destroy femininity, masculinity, healthy marriages, and families.” She captioned the video with a lengthy elaboration of this claim, asserting that these so-called “elites” use “the same playbook with trad-wives, as they do with every other truth that can’t be discredited,” which includes using “the media to spread lies.” “Everything the trad-wife movement stands for goes against the establishment elite’s agenda,” Gwen wrote. It’s a movement “that knows how much our children need us, instead of letting them be manipulated by culture and government schools.” She concluded the video caption by writing, “Just my latest conspiracy theory. What do you think about this?” Right-wing media have also embraced one of TikTok’s most popular tradwife influencers, Estee Williams, who has appeared on Fox News, OAN, and The Daily Wire to lament about the “attack on traditional values."

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[etheries1015]

I'm not sure if requests are open or not but can I have more content on Twisted Wonderland x Obey Me. No preferences really, it can be anything like the demon boys reactions or even the reactions of our Twisted Wonderland acquaintances.

Maybe the reader could successfully summon one of the boys?

If requests are not open please ignore this.

Requests are always open, because I kinda pick and choose what I like to write and what I don't...so no worries! Thank you for submitting this request! I had a lot of people ask me to write another part about twst x obey me so...

click here for: Pt 1

Twisted wonderland X Obey me crossover where MC goes to twisted wonderland from obey me but has their full range of magical powers.

Only problem is, you finally figured out how to use it to summon the brothers, but now you had a whole other issue upon your hands.

TW: None

General warnings: Gender neutral reader, probably a lot of OOC moments, but I tried!

The day you managed to get in contact with Lucifer was well deserved. You had read and practiced all sorts of magic in your free time, Endless sleepless nights studying, and practicing. And it all has to do with...that mirror. You had managed to contact Micky through the mirror who lived in another world, so why not try contacting the brothers the same way? With a few sigils and a couple other magic tools given to you over time at NRC, you chanted your summoning ritual and the mirror glowed brightly. Next thing you knew, Lucifer was standing in the mirror in front of you.

"Lucif-"

"(Y/NNNNN)!!!" A bunch of voices cried out. Your magic worked a little...too well, because the next thing you knew you were being tackled by a hug. Err...many hugs. They had actually stepped out of the mirror, Asmodeus chocking you in a hug and twirling you around with tears streaming down his face.

"Asmo- Asmo stop! You guys can't-" you tried to warn them to go back through the mirror, however it was too late. The mirror returned to its normal state, and you now stood in your dorm room with 7 demons all in tow. Stuck there.

This can't possibly be good.

But luckily, with you somehow managing to break the laws of magic in Twisted Wonderland, all of the brothers were able to use their full range of magic. Including you.

Their reactions:

Lucifer

"Let me talk to the manager." After he finally sees that you are safe and sound feeling a wave of relief, he is immediately on the mission. He wants to speak to Crowley, which you tried to explain was...difficult. But this is Lucifer we are talking about, anything is possible with him around.

The moment he sees Crowley, he internally groans. The things you had said about him were indeed true, he was avoidant of your issues and was trying his best to downplay the problem at hand.

"How were they able to summon such magical beings...According to the dark mirror, (y/n) should be absolutely powerless, an average human with no merits." Crowley had said.

Lucifer was startled at this accusation, so what you had said about them not taking you seriously due to your lack of magical aptitude in this world...was correct as well. This made his blood boil, however he didn't feel the need to defend you. He knew you would have shown your worth regardless of this hiccup, he had full faith in your abilities in personality, despite what they believed to be "useless" or not.

Easily threatens Crowley. He demands you be given a proper living space with accommodations without treating you as some sort of slave to his issues, despite being under the impression that you had no way of using magic to assist you in your endeavors. You had dealt with him and his brothers enough, why must you be burdened with NRC students issues?

Crowley almost shit his pants bro. When lucifer went into his demon form, Crowley shrunk down in his shoes. The other teachers were the same honestly, they were also present during this meeting. They couldn't bring themselves to fight against the large wingged and horned man that emmited such power before them.

"You dare allow my little sheep to live with such horrible conditions and treated them with such avoidance... I suggest figure out a way to make up for what you have done. I also highly suggest you find a way for all of us to return, it is indeed your fault or whatever "magic mirror" that called upon (Y/N) that had made this mistake. I presume you will work with us to fix this issue?"

"Of course!" Crowley exasperated with a laugh of nervousness, "I promise! However, it is no small expense to-" No. Lucifer was not playing around. He was easily able to keep any big emotions in check, however when it comes to you...

"you WILL assist us. Or you can say goodbye to this school you call 'Night Raven College'- " A ball of light of immense magic began to swirl around his hand and his eyes glowed with deadly intent.

He left the building with a smile of success, leaving behind the teachers almost shitting themselves.

after settling business with Crowley, he ran to you. He had to make up for the lost time of course! You wouldn't be able to leave his grasp for a long while afterwards.

When you tried to ask what he spoke to Crowley about, he simply smiled and told you not to worry, he had it all handled. For now, he wanted to hold you in his arms, it's been a while since he had seen you after all, he needed to recharge.

Mammon

"Mannn, is there anything to do in this run down place?" He put up his feet on the table of the ramshackle dorm lounge, you were caught in his grasp. He had been holding onto you ever since he went through the mirror.

"Please don't cause me trouble here, too." You groaned, bags underneath your eyes, "This situation is bad as is, it's probably best you-"

There was a knock on the door. You sighed and got up, opening the door before revealing Azul. Your eyes widened, you totally forgot you offered to help at the Monstro lounge today!

"Hah? Who's this?" Mammon stood behind you looking down at Azul, who was equally as shocked to see him. But he quickly got over it, shaking his head before returning his gaze towards you.

"I believe we had a deal (y/n)..." Azul said with a glint in his glasses, "You had promised to help out today. Our prefect wouldn't flake out on their duties, would they?" Azul went to grab your hand to drag you out, however Mammon quickly grasped his wrists roughly with eyes slitted in annoyance.

"Who are ya and what do ya think you're doing putting your hands on what's mine?" He growled. You rolled your eyes and slapped your face. Here he goes. You can already tell where this is going.

"yours?" Azul shook his head in shock, "Huh? And you don't look like a student here," Azul pointed out, pulling his hand back from mammon, "Anyhow. Are you saying you will take the Prefects place instead? What would you have to offer me? Prefect is rather popular here despite their lack of magical abilities, and having them would really boost our sales for the week-"

"lack of magical abilities? what are ya on about? My (y/n) is super powerful!" Azul stared blankly before looking at you with doubt in his eyes. You turned your gaze away and sighed in defeat, you knew there was no way he would believe what Mammon had said.

"Well. Magic or no magic, I need somebody to take the job (y/n) had promised. I have a business to run, after all-"

"Oh so you're a business man, huh? Well look no further! I'm the Great Mammon, I have a lot of experience in these things. I'm a total cash grab, a model-"

Mammon went on about his accomplishments and proudly declared he was willing to make a deal with Azul, something you tried to talk him out of, but it was too late. He was already signing the scroll.

"Mammon!" You growled, "You are not listening to a single thing i'm- you know what, whatever. You do what you wanna do. Good luck."

Que Mammon being dragged off to do his manual labor...he will learn the hard way like he always does. Oh well. Leave it to Mammon to run off as soon as he arrived to try and make a deal with the worst person possible!

Leviathan

Hugging you so tightly. He missed you so much! But boredom soon took over. He had no idea what to do, you have no video games, not even a T.V In the lounge! How could you have possibly lived this way?!

"Here, I can call up Idia. He's probably the best person who-"

"You found a gaming replacement?!" Levi whined, "I thought you were my player two! But now you're staying up all night playing games and watching anime with someone else..."

You lightly punched the top of his head. "I didn't, you idiot!" You laughed, "We play games, sure, but you'll always be my player 1. I just don't want you to get bored while you're here."

You called Idia and he was so so so so so reluctant to do it. But it's you, of course. How could he say no? Ortho also did some convincing, saying it's good to find another recluse like Idia. But the trade off was you had to be there too.

Dude. They played games for HOURS in the Ignyhide dorm lounge, and you probably forgot something pretty important...

Idia was a gamer unmatched. Not even Levi could beat him at a lot of these pvp games, and began to become unnerved.

"Bro lol you're such a noob, hey (y/n) I thought you said this guy was good at games, why'd you send this guy? He's practically a normie-"

No way he just said that. THAT was Levis breaking point.

He summoned Lotan

He flooded the entire lounge

You had forced him to submit, and Idia was just staring....wide eyed...what the hell just happened...?

"You can use magic this entire time?!" Idia called out in shock after witnessing you submitting Lotan and Leviathan to your call. Levi did make note of this, however was far too upset and preoccupied by cleaning up his mess before he could mention anything about it.

He was banned very quickly, but now thanks to the giant sea monster, he really piqued the Leech twins curiosity (who happened to be in the mirror chamber at the time, when Lotan escaped Ignyhide and also flooded the chamber of mirrors.) Jade asked Levi to study Lotan and Floyd started admiring Levis Demon form. He's never seen such a cool tail from any creature before!

Levi was on house arrest. You wouldn't permit him to leave ramshackle, but he surprisingly made good and quick friends with the brothers. They were all quickly learning how to sew little outfits, which jade really enjoyed. Floyd was occupied by asking Levi all sorts of questions about Lotan and begging to touch Levis tail, before falling asleep out of boredom on the couch.

They managed to stay entertained with each others company somehow, but it worked out.

Satan

You knew he would be best occupied in the Library, where there was an entire pile of books he had never seen before. He was in heaven. How you managed to get him into the building without him being an authorized student? Crowley gave them temporary access, thanks to Lucifers (threats) negotiations.

He began going through each shelf and picking a bunch of books that looked interesting. He was mainly interested in the magic of this world

He emptied an entire book shelf and huddled into a corner surrounded by a mess of books.

Riddle came in to witness this, and was NOT happy.

"What do you think you are doing?" He confronted Satan. Satan glanced up and was at first upset he was interrupted, however seeing riddle...

"Cat..." Satans mouth dropped open

"Cat? excuse me? What is that supposed to mean?" Riddle folded his arms, "No matter. You are supposed to check out these books before utilizing them, and you do not look like a student here. As house warden of Heartslabyul I demand you put these back, or it's off with your head!"

Satan TRIED to explain to him in a civilized way that he was a special guest of the prefect and was given access to as many books as he desired, but Riddle did not believe him. and demanded some form of proof. Satan did not take well to this.

"I'm not going to take demands from a small cat such as yourself. I suggest you find someone else to bother," Satan returned to his book now ignoring Riddle.

"W-wha...EXCUSE ME?!" Riddle yelled, his face turned a bright red and pulled out his wand, "OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!" Next thing Satan knew he had a heart shaped lock around his neck.

He REALLYYY did not like that. The green aura that surrounded him startled Riddle as Satan stood up towering over him, demon form and all.

"I swear I-" He bared his teeth and raised his hand, before someone yelling "SATAN, SIT!" Caused him to gasp in shock and fall to the ground with a heavy 'thud', something that surprised Riddle.

You ran over and sighed shaking your head. You apologized to Riddle and explained the situation, to which Riddle took off the collar he had given Satan.

"Don't worry, Riddle. I will make sure I check out every one of these books and return them accordingly, I will take them to ramshackle for now as to not cause another...scene and disturb the other students."

Riddle was mildly satisfied with this answer and allowed you to do so, not without mumbling about being called a small cat...but no matter.

"how were you able to do that, Prefect? You made him submit," Riddle pointed out, "Without any magical power," He began to say. Satan quickly interrupted with a tilt of his head and a "Huhh??"

"(y/n) Is one of the most powerful human sorcerers," He pointed out, "Solomon is teaching them himself. They have plenty of magical aptitude," He told Riddle, much to his dismay.

You sighed and ignored the topic and Riddles confusion, dragging the pile of books to check out and leaving the library as fast as possible.

Satan spent the rest of the time in ramshackle sitting in a dorm room he found himself, and read to his hearts content. Not without asking you many questions about this world and the contents of some of these books

Asmodeus

The first one to hug you and twirl you around, and had a very hard time letting go.

When he finally did let go, he was nitpicking about everything.

"Oh my dear just look at those bags underneath your eyes! And that uniform...you just look horrible,"

"Yeah. not the first I've heard that," You sighed. When Asmodeus asked you to elaborate, you explained to him about Vil, the super star of NRC, and the person who liked to remind you how to care for your appearance.

Asmo was upset at first, until he met Vil. Annnddd fell in love. Until Vil pointed out Asmos "strange" choice of outfit, being his school uniform from devildom.

Asmo scowled at this and gave Vil a run down of every flaw Vil had, in the end, Vil actually began to see he was similar to Rook in a way, very observant in a persons design and look. Although Asmo did not have much tact about it.

"(y/n), how did you manage to become friends with such a magical person? He's practically oozing with magical charm," Vil pointed out. Not without Asmos confusion.

"What do you mean?" Asmo asked, "We have a pact! They are rather powerful, one of the many things I absolute love about our (y/n)~" Before you could explain further to Vil what Asmo meant, Rook had walked into the room.

ROOK. FELL. IN. LOVE. WITH. ASMO. Bro was enamored, he was shocked, jaw dropping, and eyes widening. He made it almost his life's mission to discover EVERYTHING about Asmodeus.

"Monsieur! I beg of you, let me study you!" he cried out, "I've never seen someone as mangnifique as you!"

Bruh. Right in front of Vil? Vil was kind of offended to be honest, but Asmo... he was loving this. Finally, somebody here that could appreciate true beauty!

Rook started listing everything he loved about Asmo, and when he asked Asmo where he was from and Asmo mentioned he was a demon, Rook lost. His. Mind.

Asmo went into his demon form, ironically this is when Epel walked in.

"What in tarnation is THAT?!" He cried out in his thick southern accent. Asmo did not like that.

"What do you mean THAT?" He scoffed, going up to Epel.

"Who's this sparkly lookin' guy with the horns? ya don't look like a fae to me..." vil scolded him for using such words, but Epel couldn't help it! He was beyond surprised at this being standing before him in his dorms lounge!

Asmodeus was pretty close to using his charm upon Epel, probably to convince Epel that he was as amazing as Rook pointed him out to be, but you quickly got involved and forced Asmo to stop.

"It's not that big of a deal," You sighed, "We all know how amazing our Asmo is..."

Anyway a little bit of back and forth, and all of the sudden Vil Rook and Asmo were all sitting in a circle like a bunch of little girls at a sleepover talking about Musical theatre, Beauty, and everything else that involved Asmo talking about himself. you and Epel were quickly used as their own little dress up dolls, they managed to find a way to occupy the time by having competitions on which party could make you and Epel look the best with what techniques.

Beelzebub

Coming through that Mirror on an empty stomach was such a bad idea. But not to fear! You knew the perfect person to help!

Trey. you had to beg Trey to make as many desserts as he could and that Beel would be probably the best person to taste test all sorts of things he baked. Trey honestly took you up on this, and whipped up a bunch of things he had been itching to try.

"They are really good, but Lukes treats are the best," Beel said with his mouth full of tart. He began to pick apart what was good and what was bad about every dessert he tried, however that did not satiate his hunger. He was so excited to try every single new thing that this world had to offer.

You guys ended up going to Scarabia, where Kalim was more than happy to share his culture and their food. Jamil ended up cooking a meal fit for a king as asked by Kalim. Kalim and Beel got along so well it was kind of sweet to watch....but eventually the food was all out in a matter of minutes, and Jamil had to talk some sense into Kalim.

"He has a healthy appetite! It's amazing, isn't it Jamil? Haha!"

Jamil was not very amused. It was obvious he was exhausted, so you all parted and said your goodbyes.

Ace Deuce Grim and you ended up going into town and stopping at the most popular restaurants.

"this guy is real beefed up, how did you manage to get so much muscle with an appetite like that?" Ace pointed out. Deuce agreed enthusiastically.

They spent probably two hours asking about all sorts of sports in Devildom and exercises, until Jack walked in and walked over.

"Jack!" You smiled. He walked over and greeted everyone with a gentle "hello," Before introducing him to Beel.

"I wonder who would win in an athletic battle between you guys," Grim pointed out. Their bets were on Jack, but of course you knew better than that. You knew Beel would win by a landslide.

they headed to Savanawclaw, and even Leona ended up getting involved after seeing Beel standing next to you.

"Whos this guy?" He pointed at Beel. You guys introduced each other, and Jack explained that they were about to have an athletic competition. They were going to do runs, hurdles, push ups, pull ups...honestly everything.

"What about a Spell drive competition?" Jack suggested. Leona pointed out that it would not be evenly matched, as you were magicless and Beel wasn't even from here.

"Huh? (Y/N) isn't magicless," Beel defended you, "They are actually really powerful. I mean, enough to have pacts with all of my brothers, even Lucifer" He smiled at you and patted your head. Leona began to laugh at you two, not truly understanding what Beel meant by that. Beels friendly demeanor faltered and he frowned.

He was confident in your abilities, so Leona finally agreed to a spell drive contest. They explained the rules, and began. Leona started out so confident, but was quickly humbled the second Beel turned into his demon form and went all out.

You two walked out victorious, leaving an absolutely shell shocked Leona and Jack behind. You and Beel had perfect teamwork, and won by a landslide. You were even able to showcase some of your magical abilities, something else that was unprecedented by the two NRC students.

"Thank you for sticking up for me," You smiled at Beel, "It's been a while since somebody did that to me.. Even though I had to make you sit because you were using too much of your power. You were gonna destroy the disk!." Beel gave you a warm wide smile before picking you up and holding you into a up into a tight hug.

"I missed you, (y/n). And Nobody should talk bad about you like that!

Belphie

Joined you, Ace, Deuce, Grim, and Beel on your outing to eat. Although when you guys ended up splitting ways at the point when you guys left with Jack. Belphie quickly departed to find a good place to sleep at ramshackle. He found a perfect tree for this!

He ran into Malleus. Tall guy, big horns...

'Who're you?" Belphie asked, looking down at the tall Fae from the tree he found to sleep in. Malleus looked up in shock, his green eyes staring at Belphie.

"Are you a new student here?" Malleus inquired, "I wasn't aware that child of man was taking in new students at Ramshackle," He pointed out, folding his arms. Belphie had an unnerved feeling about this guy.

"What do you mean 'child of man'?" Belphie yawned, "Are you talking about (y/n)?"

"Yes, I am," Malleus said, "And you might be?"

"Belphegor, Avatar of Sloth. Why'd you call (y/n) that?" he frowned.

"Well (y/n) is a human," Malleus pointed out, "I suppose I grew up in a more traditional Fae household, so many of the humans we tend to call "child of man"..." Belphie had no clue what this guy was going on about, but decided it wasn't worth his time. He started to doze off again until Malleus pestered him with another question.

"I came here looking for (y/n), He called up to Belphie, "Might you know where they are?" Belphie began to become slightly irritated at this point. He jumped down from the tree and looked at Malleus in annoyance.

"Why do you wanna know where they are? they'll be back soon," he pointed out.

A little bit of back and forth and passive aggressiveness not gonna lie...it escalated to the point where Belphie became so agitated at this guy and his "fancy" way of talking and the fact malleus kept calling you "child of man" or whatever, he turned into his demon form.

"Oh? A duel?" Malleus chuckled, levitating slightly with his arm lifting up and magic swirling around his hand, "Shall I take it you-"

"Belphie, sit!" Belphie gasped and was suddenly dropped down to the ground, you and Beel walking up to them.

"Oh, hey Malleus. I'm sorry if he was bothering you...what was-"

"ugh. This is so annoying," Belphie growled, "this guy here was calling you weird nicknames, and said you were a magicless human," He pointed out. Malleus looked at you with slight surprise at witnessing you drop Belphie to his knees.

"you...can use magic?" He asked, "How come I was not aware of this?"

"Of course they can use magic, idiot!" Belphie hissed, standing back up and protectively moving to hug you from behind. His head lay upon the crook of your neck, glancing up at Malleus with a light smirk upon his features. He was trying to test him.

With his lips forming into a thin line of frustration, Malleus took a step forward, not without Belphie using his tail protectively in front of you as if warning him to stay back.

"I don't like this guy," He pouted to you. Your tired eyes rolled to the back of your head, giving another apology to Malleus.

~

The commotion soon got the attention of the other demons, who then gathered in the courtyard and demanding to know why everyone around them was trying to say you were magicless. After a little explaining, each of the brothers were less than forgiving. This entire time you were powerless, and the students had treated you differently for it? Malleus was kind enough to recount a lot of the things the headmaster had put on your shoulders, while you were trying your best to downplay it. A bunch of the other students had ended up gathering around ramshackle as well, witnessing Each and every one of the brothers now in their demon forms, the immense amount of magic traces had caused quite a stir among the students. Even the housewardens had shown up, hearing down the grapevine of the events that were unfolding. If you hadn't done something and done something fast, things could easily go south. So, you did what you thought was all you could do.

"SIT!" You yelled as loud as possible, each of the brothers dropping to the ground with a yelp. The magic power that was gathering around was now coming from...you. Murmurs were heard between the students, eyes of shock filling their eyes and unbelievable amount of students actually had pulled out their wands, obviously feeling threatened by your sudden showcase of strange magic they had never seen before.

"I'm afraid, my dear students, this has gone too far!" A voice cried out in the middle of the chaos. Crowley had walked between his students until he made it to you, staring down upon your figure with a look of annoyance and sigh.

Crowley declared there was a way for you to return home, and summoned the mirror in which you used to get them back in the first place. Lucifer couldn't help but scoff and sneer at the headmaster.

"Now, please explain, why have you suddenly found a way for us to return when you haven't been able to sort a way out in the year our (y/n) has been in this dreadful place?" He roared in anger. Crowley shrunk down and tried to laugh it off, playing it to be nothing short of a coincidence.

"Enough..." you sighed, annoyed, "Let's just get this over with and go back home."

"Indeed! what our prefect said! Although, you will be strongly missed, (y/n). You were incredibly helpful in dealing with- I mean- supporting our students! With you gone, I'm not sure what we will do! Oh Woe is me!"

Ignoring his obvious attempts to keep you there to handle his students, you said your final goodbyes to everyone you had made friendships with. However attached you may have gotten with these students, it was inevitable that you had to return to the Devildom, where you truly belong.

Thus ends your journey with Twisted Wonderland!

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I'm sorry that ending was a little bit rushed, I was having a hard time figuring out how exactly to go about it! But, despite this, I hope you all enjoyed this despite it's length. If you have any more suggestions or ideas for a crossover, please let me know! I'd love to hear your thoughts and opinions.

i'm also so bad at writing belphie lol he's my least favorite brother ngl so i'm not that good at embodying his personality. L.

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[stevie-petey]

oh also,,, whenever you wanna write. chap 6 steve & robin pov blurb because i am so sure steve would be going on and on about bug once she left so my soul needs that thank you <3

im kicking myself idk why i didnt include this scene in the chapter like its PERFECT for what i have planned later but ,,, for now all i can do is make it a blurb n tell people to read it lmao

enjoy <3

"it didnt matter that you were an ass. i was still... obsessed with you." robins confession hangs in the air. her back is pressed against steves as they lay on the floor, bound together. his eye stings and his nose is numb and crusted with dried blood. he isnt sure why shes telling him this.

"even though all of us losers pretend to be above it all, we still just wanna be popular. accepted. normal."

the rope around steves wrists tense. he clenches his fists and bites the inside of his swollen cheek. acceptance. he thought he had that, once. when he was sixteen with a crowd of people who wouldve done anything for his attention.

now hes eighteen and the crowds bruises still tinge his body.

"if it makes you feel any better, having those things isnt all that great. seriously." it took him a long time to learn that. to recognize that his acceptance was merely a precedence. it wasnt real friendship. he wouldnt learn this until he met you, until you taught it to him. "it just baffles me. everything that people tell you is important, everything that people say you should care about, its all just... bullshit."

bullshit. nancy taught him that, too.

"its all just bullshit, it was so obviously bullshit. i was an idiot for not realizing it sooner," steve bites the inside of is cheek again. somehow, his lips remained untouched when he was being beaten by the russians. your lips still linger on his. "you know, the only person who saw through my bullshit was y/n. one day, before we knew about monsters and russian lairs, she said that she knew i wasnt a bad person. it... it stuck with me. here she was, y/n henderson, telling me i wasnt so bad."

"and then...?" robin is almost too afraid to press him further. shes never seen him like this, vulnerable and open. she didnt know that his history with you went beyond just a summer fling.

steve nudges his head back and sighs. "i messed up. i... i hurt people. people she cared about."

robin frowns. you wouldnt forgive someone so easily for that. theres more to what steve is saying, she just cant figure out what. "she must really love you, then. if she forgave you."

"i dont know if she loves me, but i know that she believes in me. sees someone worth putting up with." he huffs, he cant believe he will never see you again. he hates that he will never be able to thank you for seeing a version of him that no one else could. "it wasnt until i messed up that i realized she saw something in me. its ironic, isnt it? but i guess you gotta mess up to figure things out, right?"

he had to mess up to realize that he loved you, too.

"i hope so. i feel like my whole life has been one big error." robin admits. its the least she could do, offer steve a piece of herself in return for what hes offered her.

an unattractive snort escapes steve. he laughs, and his shoulders shake against robins. he understands exactly what she means. "yup."

"god, i wonder how y/n does it."

"does what?"

robin pauses, worries that she might reveal too much. but its steve. if theyre going to die together, he deserves to know. he has to know. "shes always able to see the error in people and love them anyways."

steve is quiet. he lets what she said settle over him. its what he loves the most about you. how youve always managed to see the good in people, even in someone as cruel as billy. he hadnt known that robin noticed this kindness in you, too.

she seems to understand you in a way only he and jonathan do.

"you know, i wish id known you in clicks class." its a peace offering. an extension of himself to robin for caring about you the way he does. no one really seems to be able, despite how easy steve finds it to be.

"yeah?"

"really, i do. maybe you couldve helped me pass the class." he breathes out, the thought of all he couldve done differently will always haunt him. king steve is dead, but the persona is a ghost he will never be able to get rid of. "maybe instead of being here, id be with y/n on some romantic getaway. maybe you wouldve given me the courage to do what i shouldve done sooner."

robin doesnt say anything. she turns her face away, presses her cheek against the concrete surface.

"robin?"

she swallows. "yeah. yeah, maybe. you wouldnt have been stuck slinging ice cream with me like some smuck."

steve shakes his head. hes worried hes said the wrong thing. "hey, dont get me wrong. i enjoyed being your smuck. it was fun while it lasted."

bittersweetness creeps upon robins face. she smiles, though its a sad one. shes going to die with the understanding of why youve fallen so hard for steve harrington. "yeah. it was."

then the doors burst open and the russian find them.

[armpirate]

Anti-romantic || JJk | Ch. 35

Pairings: Boxer!Jungkook x fem!reader || Enemies to lovers, neighbors

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, curse, illegal boxing, violence

Warnings: fuckboy!Jungkook x reader, smut, dirty talk, curse, mention of tarot and fate

Summary: Jungkook had always been carefree when it came to love. He always believed he was worth sharing himself with everyone, and thought it was selfish of him to ever think of keeping himself exclusive to just one person.

And maybe that was exactly what got him into the big problem he was in.

A curse that kept him away from love didn't seem an issue for him. The fact that his ex-girlfriend thought he'd be affected by the idea of the girls he slept with running away from him after sex was ridiculous. She actually did him a favor, and took a burden away from him.

At least that was what he thought at first.

He had never found himself thinking of the possibility of repeating with neither of his hook ups, because they disappeared before he was able to even think about it. But when he makes the mistake of sleeping with the sexy neighbor that lives in front of him, he finds himself hoping to get the chance for a second round every time their paths cross.

Y/n hated him the second he set foot inside the building by the way he started making her life a miserable mess for no reason. Sleeping with him was a big mistake she wasn't thinking of repeating. At least not until he came up with the excuse that she rejected him for a curse. Not only she thought he was annoying, but she was also convinced he was crazy. 

There was no way she could take him seriously.

Aprox. time of reading: 14 minutes

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Y/n and Jungkook sat cross-legged on the floor of her apartment, surrounded by a mess of old books, crystals, and candles. They'd been at it for hours, flipping through pages and trying out different spells from the damned book that got them in that trouble.

They first tried with the solution that was given in the page behind his spell, but he didn't feel anything, so they tried with the different solutions that kept coming up throughout the different spells for different things, even if they had nothing to do with what he wanted to erase.

—This one says you have to meditate under a full moon —Y/n read out loud, holding up a page with a dubious-looking diagram.

—Naked? —he arched his eyebrows with a malicious smile, earning an eye roll from her before dropping the book to her lap.

—Well, if you want to... It's up to you.

—Should we both do it together so it gets more power?

—You're making me regret helping you —she assured him, narrowing her eyes while dropping her head.

—I was just thinking of ways to make it work —he shrugged.

—You should eat a sprig of parsley while you do it —she commented, ignoring his approach.

Since he first stepped inside her place, it became impossible for her to concentrate on what they were there for. Jungkook always had a look, a smile, a comment... anything that completely diverted them from what they were doing. That was why they spent the entirety of her Saturday sitting on the floor, in front of a book and a bunch of snacks, with several sheets of paper displayed around them with weird sketches.

—I'd rather stay cursed than do that —he snorted, leaning back on his hands.

—That's how bad you want to date me, I see —the book made a dry sound that echoed in the room through the silence as she closed it.

—Wait, no, I'll do it —Jungkook smiled, trying to stop her from getting up—. I'll eat a whole tree if I have to.

—The sprig of parsley is enough —Y/n clicked her tongue, going back to her place while looking through the pages—. I still don't understand, what did you feel when you think the curse was thrown on you?

—I mean, it wasn't the moment Carly said those words, but later that night —he frowned—. It was like something was opening up my chest and taking my heart out.

His hand flew to his chest just by remembering the sensation, and how hopeless he felt. For a second, Jungkook felt like he was dying and there was no turning back. He even saw the way his life played through his eyes like a movie. It was so frustrating... and scary.

—You, so used to treating girls like objects, will be burdened by the pain of being treated the same way. Love will be an unknown word in your dictionary from now on so when you find The One, you will be repaid with everything you've been giving others —Y/n pursed her lips, repeating the same words that were said to him, for the seventh time that day—. You did hurt her enough for her to go these lengths. My ex is so lucky I don't believe in this.

—I wasn't even dating her. I can't imagine what she'd have done if we had dated —he scoffed.

Y/n looked over at him when he spoke, and something in her made her believe there was no point for Jungkook to just lie about that. He was so shameless, that he probably would've admitted his crime with grace and would've pretended to play it as if it weren't a big deal.

—You didn't once think of dating her? Or anyone? —she asked.

No.

That was the clearest answer he had in his mind.

Not the way he wanted to date Y/n and do all those silly things he had watched in movies.

He didn't know if it was indirectly related to the way he saw his parents' relationship end, or how scared he was of someone hurting him the way his mother hurted his father. It frightened him to see himself the same way he had always seen a person that seemed indestructible. He wasn't curious about love, because he was sure what it'd led to.

But Y/n slowly got in his life, so subtly and quietly that he didn't realize until it was too late. Every push and pull, every clap back, every witty answer led to a kiss, a hug, a smile that he kept looking forward to. And, for the first time in his life, he was curious about love, he was looking forward to sharing everything about him and receiving everything she wanted to share. Heartbreak didn't even have a place in his head when it came to her.

—I bet it makes you feel so proud to know you're the first —he teased her.

And last.

—Considering you barely have any firsts available, it feels more like one of those discounts with a countdown.

—That... I don't know what to think of that —his eyes moved to the table, losing his gaze there as he tried to look into her response—. Did you call me cheap?

—It sounds like it, but I promise it wasn't my intention —she giggled, moving her hands up while looking for peace—. You didn't answer my question.

—No, I didn't —he sighed—. I was in those flings, but at the same time I wasn't. I didn't want to be alone, but I didn't want to be with someone either —he puckered his lips—. All of them knew I didn't want anything serious, even Carly did. At least I made sure to make it clear when she asked after our third hook up.

With his perspective, Y/n thought that there was nothing wrong with what Jungkook was doing. He was honest with those girls. Morally and health-wise, she could doubt his choices, but, at the same time, he was honest with his feelings and intentions -which was more than what most of the men in her life had been.

—Maybe I should've stopped seeing her when she started getting too attached.

—Maybe —she smiled—. I think it's important that you're seeing it from the outside, and that you're finally able to sympathize with what those girls were feeling. It's one step forward, actually. And you're doing more than a lot of people are able to —she scoffed.

Admitting one's mistakes was always the biggest crash on someone's ego, yet Jungkook was admitting his in front of hers with no excuses, not a "but..." to back him up.

She blinked, getting herself out of her own thoughts before looking down, eyes on the book while pushing it over the table with a gentle movement.

—We've tried everything. This is hopeless.

He gave her a small, reassuring smile, reaching out to gently squeeze her hand.

—I appreciate you going all out for me, but maybe it's not something we can just... you know, undo like this.

—Honestly, while doing all of this I was thinking... You like me, I like you, I'm still here —Jungkook's eyes were attentive to her—. What if you aren't cursed and that thing on your chest was just a gas crying to get out?

Omitting her joke, Jungkook thought that maybe she was right. She didn't run away, she didn't leave, nothing got in between them ever since they met each other. Maybe all those girls left because they weren't meant to stay, and he just related them to the curse because it was an excuse that seemed logical while he escaped commitment.

—First of all, I don't fart.

Y/n had to hold back the laugh that was about to come out with that denial.

—I remember you there's a thick hole in our shared wall, bed to bed, and let me tell you those girls' moans weren't the only thing that made me lose sleep. I've heard you more than once.

—And you're still after me? See how this is love?

Y/n smirked, shaking her head with his comment.

—You might be right —he sighed—. Could be this gave me a better excuse to act the way I did. Probably, if the curse was real, you'd have moved out in a matter of days.

—Or I'd have died the day you tried to poison me —she calmly stated, collecting all of the sheets that were at her reach.

—For how long will you remind me? —he arched his pierced eyebrow.

—Oh, darling. You have a lot of dates ahead to make up to me —she squeezed his cheek.

—What about today?

—Today?

—You, me, a motorbike, some sandwiches...

—Only if I'm the one who drives —she conditioned.

—I can't promise I'll be able to keep my hands to myself.

—I didn't tell you to —she smiled at him, leaving the book back on the shelf.

The pan of guilt he felt, knowing there was so much more he wasn't telling her, slowly vanished when she looked back at him from the door frame to her room. He swallowed down the urge to spill everything right then, to be as honest as he had always tried to be with everyone, but he kept quiet.

Maybe Y/n didn't need to know about how brutal he was in some fights at the beginning, or how that got him in one more scare. Maybe Y/n didn't need to know about Mortal Blow or that side of him ever in her life.

Her back vibrated with her giggle when Jungkook snuggled to her like a schoolgirl, wrapping his arms around her body, palms on her belly -as if he hadn't had his hands holding her breasts just five minutes back-, with his helmet taking up most of her back.

It didn't surprise him how well she drove, and he wasn't sure he wanted to ask her how she learnt to drive -because he knew it was going to relate directly to the ex boyfriend she mentioned the other day-, and he didn't really want to deal with that thought when he was just getting to enjoy himself.

He came up with the idea of going on a picnic, he prepared their lunch, but Y/n was the one who thought of the place. She had a good idea up her sleeve, which led them to a small lake nearby.

The park was filled with groups of friends cackling, lying a few meters away from them; couples kissed and got touchy on the grass, while others drove the swan-shaped boats in the lake; families walking around, swinging their kid by their arms as if making them fly over the ground.

And suddenly, a thought got so deep in his head, being so realistic, that Jungkook lost touch with reality until Y/n called him out.

His doe eyes were already big enough, but they always got bigger when Jungkook got immersed in his own thoughts. And at that moment, he looked exactly like that, with a small smile curving up his face.

—Tell me you aren't imagining what those people would look like if they fell.

He blinked, finally looking at her to realize how serious his thoughts were when it came to her. He never thought of being in a serious relationship, and there he was: daydreaming of getting to have a family with her when they weren't even dating.

—Wouldn't it be funny? —he lied, backing himself up.

—Oh Jeon, I just hope I'm there the day karma bites your ass —she mumbled, taking a sip to her sprite.

—Tss, hope you know you'll be the one cheering me up when that happens —he replied back with a cheeky smile.

Jungkook bent slightly over her, a hand behind her back on the grass, while his lips approached her so dangerously she held her breath without noticing.

—Let's hop on one of those boats —she hurriedly suggested, getting up from the ground when their lips barely touched.

Jungkook was so devilishly attractive, that she wasn't sure she'd be able to contain herself once they started kissing. Even looking back to him, when he was still lying on the floor, playing with his lip ring as he smirked, was driving her close to insanity.

Even when he complained, causing his accent to become thicker, he made her knees go weak.

—Forty dollars for an hour —he clicked his tongue, saving his wallet back in his back pocket—. For that amount I can build the boat myself.

—The question is whether it'd float when you got to the middle of the lake —she chuckled, stepping on the boat first.

Jungkook eyed it suspiciously, stepping at the edge to check on it

—You seriously think this is safe?

Y/n laughed, feet already on the pedals.

—Come on, you can take down five guys in a ring, but you're worried about a swan boat?

He rolled his eyes but couldn't help but smile as they began pedaling out onto the lake. It was a peaceful scene -the soft lapping of the water, the muffled sound from the people around them, and her skin shining so bright under the golden sun.

For a while, they floated in relative peace, until Y/n nudged Jungkook with her elbow.

—We made it to the middle, it does float, at least.

As if on cue, the boat wobbled slightly, when Jungkook's baggy jeans got stuck in one of the pedals, causing him to shift his weight -just a little too much.

—Wait, wait... —Y/n's warning came too late.

With a yelp, Jungkook lost his balance despite her trying to reach for his arm, tipping over the side of the boat and splashing into the water. For a second, there was nothing but stunned silence, and then Y/n burst out laughing.

Jungkook surfaced, drenched, with a look of pure disbelief.

—I fucking knew it.

—Are you okay? —Y/n called between giggles, leaning over the edge to offer him a hand.

He glared at her, though the corners of his mouth were twitching.

—I'm never trusting a swan boat again —he gasped—. Shit, I might get a stomach cramp now.

—Yeah, over a ham sandwich. You're okay, get back on the boat.

Y/n held tight on the boat, as Jungkook effortlessly pulled his body up the water to sit back in his place. He shook his head fast, trying to get rid of a lot of the wetness in his locks.

—I know I've called you a dog a few many times, but it wasn't for you to take it literally —she huffed, trying to cover up herself with her arm .

—Shit, my phone —he whined, taking the device out of his front pocket.

—And your wallet —she reminded him.

Jungkook, now soaked and glaring playfully at Y/n, shook his head with a grin.

—You're lucky I'm in a good mood today, but still get ready to deal with the consequences.

—Uhh, I'm so scared —she dared him, face getting closer to his—. Let's get back home, you'll need that hot shower.

He was surprised when instead of going back to sitting properly, she kissed him so naturally and sweetly that his heart skipped a hard and loud beat.

It was a quiet afternoon, the kind where time seemed to move slowly. Y/n had stepped out to get groceries, leaving Jungkook alone in her apartment while he took a shower and drained his clothes. He wandered aimlessly, his gaze drifting over her neatly organized bookshelves and the cozy decor.

Pictures of Mitchell and her mother, only her mother, Y/n with a group of friends... all of them were placed over one of the shelves. As he passed by one of the pictures she had with Jason, strange folding caught his eye. He leaned closer, picking it up. He wished he hadn't let curiosity get over him, so he'd have just seen her with Jason, laughing, arms around each other, looking carefree and happy. But just her and Jason.

As he unfolded the picture, his heart dropped to his feet and his breathing was cut in his throat.

He recognized the other man that was next to Y/n, and that she kept hidden behind the frame.

A memory flickered in his mind. He'd seen that face before. In a darker, more painful context. The underground gym, the rough-and-tumble fighters. The young man in the picture was the same one he'd seen at the club years ago, the same one he once beated, almost, to death, before he left that gym they shared.

Noah wasn't only a competitor, but also a trainee when the other gym went bankrupt.

His stomach twisted as the realization hit him like a punch to the gut. Y/n's brother hadn't just been some random fighter. He'd been someone Jungkook had trained with, someone he knew pretty well since he was the one who set some fights for him when he wasn't able to attend.

And, suddenly, the scariest thought flashed his mind. Was he the one who possibly sent him to his final fight?

The guilt washed over him in waves, threatening to drown him, as everything around him kept going in circles.

Jungkook sank down onto the couch, his hands trembling. All that time, he'd been searching for answers about the curse and helping Y/n with her investigation, not realizing he was a part of the very story she was unraveling. If she found out the truth... everything would change. Every step forward they had taken would disappear in front of him.

He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. He had to keep it from her, at least for a while. He couldn't bear to lose her -not when things were finally going right between them. Not when she'd just started opening up, letting him in.

Y/n's cheerful humming drifted in from the hallway as she returned, and Jungkook hastily put the picture back, forcing a smile as she entered the room.

—Hey, you —she greeted, setting down a bag of groceries and grinning at him—. What did I tell you about sitting your wet ass on my couch?

—Right —Jungkook stood up, his heart still pounding, maybe even harder when seeing her.

He took the chance when Y/n went to the kitchen to leave the picture back to where it was, before she could even notice he had seen it.

—Where's your cocky answer? —she frowned— Fuck, are you sick?

Her concerned eyes moved over him, when her hand touched his face to check on his temperature.

—Yeah, I am sick of being away from you —he quickly answered.

He pulled her into a playful hug, burying his face in her hair as he tried to push away the turmoil in his mind. He'd figure it out somehow -how to tell her, how to make things right. But for now, he would just hold onto the moment, hoping he could keep their happiness intact a little while longer.

If Y/n ever managed to convince him about the curse not being real and not working out, that new discovery just proved to him he was indeed cursed. And he needed to work that thing out before telling her anything. 

Taglist: @jk97bam @ttanniett

[eyesore-boi]

You think that you're alone but

We are waiting for you every night...

You're mine.

Close ups and other stuff below!

...so....10 years, huh?

I cannot understate how much FNaF means to me in my life, and yeah...know that sounds a b i t much considering it's the funny har har bear games, but lemme explain-

Truth is, i was actually terrified of FNaF when it first came out! I remember my first introduction to it was when i was having a sleepover at my friend's place and he was both playing and watching other people play the first game, and when i was watching it with him, i got scared and tried to avoid the game as much as i could, even claiming to hate the game despite just knowing the first game. I was young and was prone to sheltering myself from stuff i didn't understand, and that being the first scary game i've ever seen caused that reaction, but over time...that changed.

It happened when i was watching YT and clicked on a comic dub i never seen before, thinking it was an AU for a fandom i was in (probably Undertale i dunno), but lo and behold, it was actually a fandub/animatic for the missing kids incident, and that...peaked my interest. I got curious on how this scary game actually had an interesting story to it and not just some game that goes boo. So, soon after that, i decided to look up simply "FNaF Story", found the Game Theory videos, and...the rest is history.

I was amazed and hooked, got invested in how the games explained the story in ways i've never seen before, got excited when i saw everything click together in real time, and pair that with how i got into the series r i g h t when Sister Location came out, arguably when the lore really started to kick off, i knew there was no going back now. I stuck with the series since. I watched all the animatics and dubs, listened to all the songs, tried drawing the characters, made OC's, and even talked to other people about this franchise.

And now look- Not gonna pretened this whole time it's been sunshine and (Chica's) rainbows, especially in recent times. The drop off SB caused, the lore getting more and more complicated and convoluted, the divide between older and newer fans, being the founder of Mascot Horror (for every Poppy Playtime there i s a Garten of Ban Ban) and course the IRL drama, but in all seriousness...i still wouldn't trade it for anything.

FNaF, this series, is my very first experience connecting me with a community like this, both good and bad, helping me understand how to properly enjoy media and even learn/take things from it, and i think without it i wouldn't be in the fandoms i'd be in now. The scary, horror ones, the niche, hard to find ones, story driven, character rich, and of course...more importantly...getting me into Markiplier, which further influenced the "outside the box" kind of thinking cause my g o d for these two stories you need too-

And speaking of, because of those two stories, it lead to me branching out more creativily and even creating my own webcomic for an AU combining both of them, so regardless on how that'll go, i'm just glad this series has influenced me enough to create something for others to see, since that's all i ever want to give.

But really, this franchise will forever be with me, and though i don't always agree with all of it (i haven't read any of the books in y e a r s and i refuse to do so), it only makes some of the stuff it does do right completely worth it (like the movie, peak cinema), and for where ever this bear shaped train is going next, well, i'll be here for the ride for all of it. No matter how many burning buildings it goes through.

...oh and um- Right yeah. The actual art piece. Uh....it crashed multiple times when drawing it. It's even a miracle i was able to export it. I can't even open it up anymore. So even if i wanted to change anything about it, i c a n 't -

But still pretty happy with how it came together! Was run drawing these robos, some being kinda redraws from the past, while other's i've n e v e r drawn before, so that was interesting! But still, tried to draw the "main character" so to say from each of the main FNaF games, and just kinda be...walking along through the series, nothing too deep or complex, but still interesting enough! ....unlike the fnaf storyline cause g o d how many restaurants wERE THEIR S C O T T -

But for real this is going long enough, so ima head out and do my own FNaF related things thay you don't need to worry about shush *commits arson*

HAPPY 10TH FNAF BIRTHDAY EVERYBODY!! >:DD

[you-remind-me-of-the-babe]

Happy Sunday! I’m here with some recs today. Specifically, I’m sharing six Podfic recs, as a sneaky way to promo Caught on Tape: A Carry On Podfest. We are super excited to be running this fest for the first time, and in order to get you all jazzed for it, I’d like to highlight some amazing podfics that already exist in our fandom 🎉

Welcome to My Life, 55 min, Rated T, fic by @sillyunicorn and podficced by @captain-aralias

I was already obsessed with this fic when it was just a kernel of an idea based on this art by @letraspal where Baz has wings and Simon dresses in florals. The author took this Watford era role reversal to heart and really created a compelling story with a very angsty and Baz. Aralias did a fantastic job with Baz’s characterization and I found myself sucked into this story anew hearing it read aloud. (Aralias also has a number of great podfics. All are worth a listen)

15-Across, 43 min, Rated T, fic by @ninemagicks and podficced by @cottagepodfics

This Normal AU meet cute has Simonn wondering about the cute man he always sits next to on his morning train commute who does crosswords every morning. The utterly sweet vibe comes shining through in the reader’s performance, and has lost of fun touches with sound effects and voice modifications (to distinguish inner thoughts, text messages, etc) that just really make the experience such a fun listen.

I Meant it, You’ll See, 48 min, Rated T, fic by @otherworldsivelivedin and podficced by @petrodobreva

A kiss between friends in this Normal AU has Simon having sudden realizations that cause him to chase Baz down at a train station the next day. Great pining and excellent miscommunication that comes through in spades in the readers performance. Amazing music and sound effects add the perfect touch to really immerse you in this story.

Wasabi, 31 min, Rated E, written and read by xivz

The one where Simon is a cam boy and Baz has zero chill. Also, they were roommates. Man, this story is so hot and the way xivz reads this makes it infinitely hotter. They put on their sexy voice and gives us every delicious moan, groan and sigh. You’ll be fanning yourself and wiping your brow by the end!

A Case of Identity, 20-30 min, Rated T, fic by @ninemagicks and @sourcherrymagiks and podficced by @youarenevertooold

Simon finds an anonymous love letter written to him and hidden in a library book. So he responds, leading to a very funny and cute back and forth while he tries to figure out who it is. This reader has such lovely voices and characterizations for both Simon and Baz and just hits every joke perfectly. Seriously, you’ll be cackling and awwing the whole way through.

Everything’s Coming Up Roses, 65 min, Rated T, fic by @annabellelux and podficced by RattleandHum

An excellent Watford era Hanahaki fic, full of the angstiest love sick Baz. (The Hanahaki fics in this fandom are so good.) The reader does an excellent posh Baz and brings so much emotion to the table. And with 3 chapters you can listen in intervals easily without losing your place. I think this was my first Podfic in the fandom (and ever!) and I just remember being in awe that such a wonderful thing existed.

There are 47 podfics tagged in the CO fandom on AO3. Go give them a peek and get yourself excited about hearing more when the Podfest drops some new gems Oct 29-Nov 11th. Click on the link above to follow the blog for updates. 🎙️💕

[panie-wanie-dean-bean]

Alright folks, it’s that time again, I’m back on my Obey Me bullshit

This time though I’ve been thinking about Obey Me’s cannon story, and more specifically, how much I think it could be improved on. Now listen! I’m not saying Obey Me’s story is god awful or anything, I’m just saying that there are some issues, big and small, that I have noticed, repeatedly

And unfortunately for everyone, one thing that drives me more than anything else in this world, is spite. If I see something and think “Even I could do that better” my god I will do that fucking thing. Whether or not it’s actually better than the original is up to your own preferences obviously, but I like making art for myself and my brain

However, seeing as when I started writing a true “Obey Me Re-written” project I got as far as when you leave RAD after just being kidnapped and then lost steam, I knew I had to approach this differently. My current theory as to why that happened is because the way I write outlines is so bare bones it’s like if you story boarded a ten minute animation by fully illustrating one key frame for each minute. In other words, fucking badly

So here’s my new idea. I will be writing out main story beats for this re-written project as if I were making head cannon posts. This will get the ideas out into the world and help me plan shit out for if I ever decide to take a crack at properly writing the bitch. The story will still be written in second person, like everything I do, and each post should be about a chapter’s worth of story stuff

But yeah, for all the normal people that’s the end of this post. I hope you have a lovely day and that you’ll maybe wanna read the re-written posts as they come out? No pressure tho. However, for you sick fucks who actually care about the gripes I have with Obey Me’s story and what I intend to change then you can click that little Keep Reading thingy right below this text. But I warn you. It’s a doozy

Alright, first off let's address the obvious. Obey me is a free mobile game whose original language is Japanese. That might not sound like much but that one sentence explains three minor problems I have with Obey Me’s story, The pacing, The word choice, And the sanitization

The pacing is obvious, you unlock small bits of the story by playing the game and beating mini games. For the app to work the way it does the story has to be able to divide into these little chunks. But since I’m not confined by app structure my story will not have those odd chunks, allowing it to, hopefully, flow a little better

The word choice is a very nit picky thing that gets to me personally. Since the game has gone through a small game of telephone before us english only nerds can read the damn thing some things are just going to be lost or misused after translation. Since english is my first and only language I don’t have to deal with any of that in my version

And the sanitization! Again, Obey Me is a free mobile game, which means it needs to be advertiser friendly, which means The Avatar Of Lust is demoted to Avatar of Flirting and Vanity. My demons will cuss, fuck, and GASP…hold hands with y/n. Lol, seriously though, plot wise it’ll take a bit to get to fucking just because once you say fucking’s allowed you’re not getting out of bed for at least a week due to your demons swarming you, but I might write some stuff on the side that’s a little later in the time line for fun

Another small gripe I have is The Train Mystery. If you know, you know. That one will probably take some time but by Dia’s sweet ass I will make that a proper mystery

Also, not really a gripe but a change. Luke will not be in my story. He’s a cute kid, don’t get me wrong, but I’m a lusty bitch who wants a harem/poly story so no kids allowed. He’s off baking the whole time, he’s busy

A bigger issue I have with the story is that, no one has strong opinions on each other? Like, maybe for a lesson they do, but it’s never really brought up after that. And sometimes established opinions are tossed out the window to make the plot of the week happen. None of that, my boys have feelings about each other damn it! And if you’re wondering if any of those feelings will be slightly romantic or sexual. I’ll never tell :3 (Yes, the answer is yes)

Another big change I’m making is that the y/n will not be related to Lilith. They’re just a human with lataint magical abilities that only wake up in a big way once they start making pacts with demons. It’s not that them being kinda related squicks me out or anything, what did I just say above this paragraph? No, it’s just how fucking weird they handle it? Like, Obey Me can not decide if it wants the y/n to be exactly like Lilith and the brothers see them as her but like reincarnated or something, or if it wants to forget about Lilith entirely to side step the whole “You’re just like my dead sister, let’s make out about it” thing. Cowards

The final thing I will be changing (that I remember anyhow) is the lifeless y/n. Don’t get me wrong, the Obey Me y/n does have a few personality traits that stand out (Mainly being kind, chaotic, and a little dumb in some spots) but my y/n’s are characters in their own rights and this one will be no different (They have some anger problems :3)

But yeah, if you took the time to read all this, thank you! I can’t promise how quickly I’ll make re-written posts but I’m excited about the idea. Since I’ll be laying out all the story and character beats out so openly anyway feel free to ask even spoiler-esq questions if you’d like, I don’t expect any but the invitation is always there. I hope you have a wonderful day/night, bye bye :D

[greentrickster]

When looking for fanfics on AO3, specifically ones catered to your taste in a fandom/interest, how do you go about? Any tips on how to scout “good” stories from than “mediocre”?

First off, make sure you know what you want and what you're looking for! Choose your fandom, what characters you want to see, what relationships (romantic are A/J, platonic are A&J for formatting), rating, length, any of those that you have a specific preference for, make it known! When searching AO3 on PC, there's a whole bar of drop-down menus so you can choose all of these things you want to include AND anything you want to exclude:

If a tag you want to see or avoid isn't there, there's a place to search for and then add it as well. You also have a few options for how the fics you get are sorted as well - update date, word count, kudos count, comments, bookmarks, etc. There are also a few more options, but the image is already big enough - seriously, AO3 lets you customize your search so much, even if you don't add AO3dr to use their blacklisting function.

Myself, I usually put in my relationship preferences, exclude a few warnings, then organize by number of bookmarks or comments. I'll do a quick scan of the first three to four pages, clicking the 'mark for later' button inside the fics on anything that seems promising until I have anywhere between eight and a couple dozen fics.

After that? The reading begins, but the process isn't over! Because if one of the fics I read turns out to be really good, the next step isn't to go back to my 'marked for later' list, it's to go to the writer's dashboard, see if they've written anything else for this fandom that sounds good, read anything of theirs that sounds good, and when I'm finished that check their bookmarks page for anything they've read and bookmarked for this fandom, marking things for later until I've gone through the whole thing, then choosing a new fic from my now (hopefully) expanded marked for later list and repeating the whole process all over again. This generally keeps me, at least, well fed and well read when it comes to fics!

Sometimes I also add my preferences in the AO3 search and just take a peek at what's come out recently, even if it's incomplete - yes, you'll be left wanting at times if the story's unfinished, but it's worth it to get to accompany other writers and readers on the journey of a really good ongoing fic and getting a delightful update notification in you inbox from time to time. :D

(I should note, what makes a fic 'good' or 'mediocre' is at least partially subjective. I've seen loads of fics that have obviously been widely read and well loved by many, but they weren't to my taste.)

Also, keep in mind the age of the fan base a piece of media is aimed towards - The Owl House is generally going to have a lower overall quality of writing than, say, Ace Attorney, not because one is objectively superior to the other (they're both fantastic and I would pay money to see Phoenix defend Eda in court), but because one's aimed at kids and young teens and the other's aimed at older teens and adults. And one of these demographics is going to have had more practice with writing than the other. It's worth going through both still, they both have plenty of great fics, but it helps to enter a younger-aimed fandom with a more lenient frame of mind.

Anyway, that's all the advice that I've got, and I hope it helps! Thanks for the ask!

[tellthemeerkatsitsfine]

I have more to say about this link:

It follows on from this post, which I'll just link instead of reblogging to avoid putting that long thing all over people's feeds again. I'm half asleep after work but have to add a few things.

Firstly, there is one entry in that spreadsheet that's new to my collection. Yesterday, I'd set up the whole spreadsheet and was nearly ready to share it, when it occurred to me that, for all the hours and hours I've spent Googling various terms to try to get information on the elusive Chocolate Milk Gang, I'd not tried using the fact that someone people seem to refer to it as being named after milkshakes, not after chocolate milk. So out of curiosity, I Googled a few CMG members' names with the word "milkshake" instead of the words "chocolate milk". I tried a few names, but I knew the most likely name to bring up a result would be David O'Doherty, because as I already knew but that spreadsheet really proves, DO'D is the person who's by far most likely to talk about the existence of the CMG.

What I got is something I'm not sure I sufficiently appreciated last night, as I was tired from dealing with spreadsheet admin for way too long (seriously... the combined time I spent just on trying to write the spreadsheet into HTML format, and then figuring out the best way to upload/share an HTML file... way too many hours), so was focused on just adding that article into the spreadsheet at the last minute, and didn't think too hard about its significance. But looking at it again, this is fucking cool:

This article is from September 2006, just after the Edinburgh Festival. I'm pretty sure it's the earliest example I've ever found of someone referring directly to the Chocolate Milk Gang. The vast majority of that spreadsheet are explanations in the past tense - people saying they "used to be" in that gang. This one, and the Russell Howard article by Jay Richardson, I think are the only two sources that describe it in the present tense, saying these people are in that gang. And the Jay Richardson article is from 2007, so this pre-dates it.

The entire article is interesting, if you happen to be interested in the history of Edinburgh Festival comedy from the 00s, so therefore is extremely interesting to me and otherwise interesting to very few other people in 2024. But if you've enjoyed following along my obsession with that era, I recommend clicking the above link and reading through that whole article. It's an interview with David O'Doherty, based around the fact that he'd been nominated for the Perrier Award in Edinburgh that year, and had lost it to Phil Nichol. DO'D talks a bunch in that article about how awards like this are pointless and being nominated was kind of silly and he's not interested in winning it - it's relevant to context to know he would go on to win that award two years later, in 2008.

...The article does have a weird moment where they describe Jimmy Carr and Russell Brand as friends of David O'Doherty's. It's worth noting that, while a surprising number of cool comedians were apparently hanging out with Jimmy Carr sometimes around 2005, I have listened to a lot of hours of David O'Doherty in various formats talking about his comedy friends/influences/colleagues, and have never heard him describe himself as friends with Russell Brand. Or with Jimmy Carr, for that matter. I'm pretty sure he just mentioned to an interviewer that he'd gigged with those guys before, and because they'd both recently got very famous as of September 2006 (Jimmy Carr had just started hosting everything on TV, Brand was becoming a movie star), they decided to make their article more interesting by mentioning that DO'D worked with them. I'm just clarifying this to defend David O'Doherty's honour, while I'm directing people in 2024 to read an article that claims he hung out with Russell Brand - I'm pretty sure that isn't true, they were just both comedians in 2006.

Anyway, that article has some interesting comments from David O'Doherty on the nature of comedy and industry and awards and competitions, as well as summaries of his career up to that point. But obviously, the passage that was relevant enough to make it into my spreadsheet was this:

HIS MAIN EXTRA-CURRICULAR show was a series of midnight gigs as part of the newly formed , deliberately pompously titled Honourable Men Of Art troupe, in which he is joined by others who take a more considered approach to comedy, such as Daniel Kitson and Demetri Martin. The latter is probably, pound for pound, the best one-liner writer working in comedy today. "A lot of the late-night shows at the festival are just an opportunity for audiences to shout at the comics, so we wanted to try something different," says O'Doherty. "First of all, everyone was seated - we could have got more people in by using the standing space but we didn't. None of us are the hard-drinking, druggy type - in fact we're actually known as the 'Chocolate Milk Kids' because of our fondness for milk shakes." He has good reason to believe that comedy is now moving into an area away from the ubiquitous lads' material. "It's like the move music made from early rock 'n' roll to the more interesting, offbeat, psychedelic stuff in the late 1960s."

Right. Okay. What is this, David? Who the fuck are the Chocolate Milk Kids? I'd never heard that one before. Chocolate Milk Gang, Chocolate Milk Brigade, Milkshake Brigade. But Chocolate Milk Kids? Well that's just making a mockery of it.

...I have some shorter work days coming up this weekend, which I intend to use for further Googling of this chocolate milk/milkshake situation. I think I had it wrong in my previous post on this. My previous post said British people would use both the words "chocolate milk" and "chocolate milkshake" to refer a chocolate milkshake. And they wouldn't use any term to refer to chocolate milk, because it's not common enough there.

A chocolate milkshake - just so we're all on the same page - being something like this:

But after reading my post from yesterday, the British person who originally told me that clarified that that's not what he meant. He said that actually British people would use the term "chocolate milkshake" to refer to both the above drink - which is a milkshake - and to what I would call chocolate milk, which is this:

And they wouldn't refer to anything with the term "chocolate milk". And this may have been the case even more twenty years ago than it is today.

This explanation does less to clarify why they'd get named "Chocolate Milk Gang" for drinking milkshakes - because apparently British people definitely call milkshakes "milkshakes", in addition to calling chocolate milk "milkshakes". Waters are further muddied by the fact that sometimes they do refer to the gang by milkshake-based names, ie. Russell Howard calling it The Milkshake Brigade, and DO'D going with Milkshake Kids in that one article.

My British friend, who has explained to me this quirk of British language, pointed out that one explanation that would make sense is if, when they went to the diner Favorit, they were actually drinking what I, as a Canadian, would call chocolate milk. So the Canadian comedian Glenn Wool called them the Chocolate Milk Gang. And the British and Irish people in the gang described themselves as drinking chocolate milkshakes, but also used Glenn Wool's Canadian term for the actual name of their gang.

That would make sense, if it weren't for the fact that they're not nine years old. No one goes out to drink chocolate milk in the middle of the night. Milkshakes make sense, as a late-night alternative to alcohol for people who want to have a "night out" and drink something fancy but don't want to get drunk. Chocolate milk is just milk. It's a drink for children, and for sensible adults at sensible times of day, not for after late-night comedy shows.

It's also been pointed out to me that Glenn Wool is on social media, so technically, if I wanted to, I could just ask him. Which sounded like a less terrifying idea to me than the idea of contacting any other comedian, and it took me a moment to work out why it seemed that way. I'm pretty sure it's just because he's Canadian. Canadian comedians aren't impressive celebrities, Canadian comedians are people who do drugs with my brother (for the record, Glenn Wool has never done drugs with my brother, and I'm pretty sure has never met him, though as I write this as I realize it's possible he might have and I should find that out because that'd be a useful connection).

"Hey, sorry to message you out of the blue as a stranger, but quick question - did you, by any chance, call the most famous political satirist in the world a nerd in 2002? And if so, what terminology did you use?"

...I'm still half asleep. I need to go to bed.

[ktsphere]

🐞, 🐜, 🪰, 🐝, and 🦗

Okay, I'm going slightly wild with this! Definitely can't just choose one per category so have a whoooole list. Idk what sort of fics you're looking to read, so I've mixed it up a bit, and tried to put in popular recommended reading, and more obscure (but still very good) fics that deserve more attention 😁

Some of these are explicit, & read the tags!

I'd also recommend clicking through to the authors of the recommended fics and reading all of their work - I obviously can't include everything on this list!

🐞 Recommend a favorite fic or several from one of your friends, or a fic author you really look up to!

Everything by hounds_of_love. In particular Adored and The Quick and The Dead. But seriously, go through everything they've written, it's fantastic.

Someoneplsloverobbierotten, in particular The Prince and Princess always kiss and Heading Towards Something New

Everything by Sheepyblue and masterofgallifrey

And, if you're into explicit fics:

Superfast_Jellybitch, Redangel228, TooManyFandomsNeverEnoughTime, HyperfixationALaMode and loveyoutoo

🐜 Recommend a fic that makes you laugh! A crack fic, or something that's just really funny!

Purr-gatory -- the ghosts are cats

Humphrey Dumpty and Ghostober: Humphrey Dumpty Neck Slice edition -- I know you just recced me this but I read them ages ago and cannot get over them, so for anyone else reading this, read them!

Purrfectly Familiar -- a really fun read. Takes a couple of chapters to properly warm up but absolutely worth it!

And A First From Cakebridge! -- Julian bakes a cake

🪰 Recommend a fic that makes you sad (in the best way!!)! Some great angst and/or hurt/comfort!

there til it's gone -- I've cried every time I've read this

Out of Touch -- this made me sob - warning for Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings

🐝 Recommend a fic with great symbolism, or themes, something really clever, or like. just something you could write a whole literary essay about!

Land to Light on

Ghost Stories

A Kiss, Then

Performative (and everything else by inkyfishes)

I've Got Termites in the Framework (So Do You) -- this is incomplete but my god is it good (and so is everything else by gayvillains)

🦗 Recommend any fic, wild card!

two's company -- Mike gets possessed

We Two Alone -- In true wildcard fashion, this one is not Ghosts. This is a Star Trek fic, but I don't think you need to know much about Star Trek to read it. I've lost count of the number of times I've read it and even though I know what is going to happen it makes my heart race, and it makes me cry. Every time.

The next few are very explicit & I recommend checking the tags if that's not your thing

Observations -- Explicit, Alison/Mike/Ghosts

the state of dreaming -- Explicit, Julian&Thomas

The Re-Education of Alan Bigsby -- SO Explicit. This isn't ghosts, but it is about Ben's character in Sequins.

Putting the Ho in Hotel -- Explicit. Also not Ghosts, but Ben's character from The Thick of It. Adam/Fergus

I'm going to stop there because this is getting quite long, but I hope something on this list is either new to you, or makes you read it again ^_^

[kobblefort]

Rushsly: Final Preparations

Even if the "endgame" spoilers don't start in this episode, they are going to be talked about at length from this point on.

This is your last warning: if you want to find out what's at the very bottom of the world for yourself, do not read beyond this point until you have.

There are other valid reasons not to read this Let's Play, such as "thinking the author is a narcissistic maniac who spends more time trying to do bootleg therapy on themself than the actual game," or "being a bit weirded out by the whole kobold thing," or "just not wanting to read a novel-length stream-of-consciousness psychodramatic diatribe that is sometimes vaguely about a digital ant-farm." But I care far more about preserving the wonders of this game for the people who enjoy it than I ever will about appealing to the particularities of anyone who is already inclined to dislike me or my work, so one more time, endgame spoilers are just one click away here. If you want to see the bottom yourself, you should dig to the bottom yourself. If you like playing the game, I think it is something worth doing at least once. This will be my first time playing this content, but not my first time seeing it, and I kind of wish it was. Spoilers under the cut.

I guess I should apologize for how I ended the last episode. I had been feeling very weird and worked myself up acting like nothing had ever gone right for me. I'm feeling better now. I played a bit of the new Zelda game like everyone else - well actually I played it a bit before it released too, because I think Nintendo is evil and that pirating their games, even leaked ones, is ontologically good - that I refuse to financially support them by buying their products firsthand, even if I must get kind of a shitty 15-24fps version of the experience. I make no argument that their games are not good and fun and well-designed but I think many of their corporate practices are basically inexcusable, litigating a man into lifelong indentured servitude is some shit a pastor would make up a story about the devil doing, having a crack team of prosecutors called "Nintendo Ninjas" isn't cute or funny, it is inexcusably vile bullshit that speaks volumes about what kind of world we've built ourselves to live in, where our modern myths and fables are Intellectual Properties and Trademarks. I have been making lots of contraptions, none that particularly measure up to what you might have seen on the internet - some of them embarrassingly being made obsolete by the game's own built-in schematics just minutes after I finished devising them. I have also not been barbecuing the koroks or shooting them with lasers or blasting them off on rockets or anything like that. They are cute and funny little dudes and I have no particular interest in seeing them suffer. I read an article a while ago about how phenomena like the widespread Korok crucifixions are caused by the same sort of psychological response as how you kind of just want to bite things that are obscenely cute, because our human brains don't really know how to deal with the feeling of "this thing is too cute." At least, I imagine they have to be similar responses going on there.

Kerrik Perplexnightmares appears in the first cavern layer - clearly named by the ratfolk. It almost brings a smile to my face to think of it mauling the rat-bastards that so frequently besiege us, but just as soon it brings a frown to think about how its "deadly dust" might be able to slip through our fortifications. Fiva is also still fucking around on the second cavern layer, apparently still seriously wounded from its battle with the ant people; speaking of which, checking the "Creatures>Others" tab displays none of them, but none of them appear under "Dead/Missing" either. Whether they went back into hiding for another ambush, fled the caverns beneath Rushsly entirely, or were so thoroughly dismembered that whatever remains of them would not be recognizable as ever belonging to a sentient being is currently unknown, though the second option seems most likely and the third seems least likely. They did appear from the western-most edge of the second cavern, they could have just as easily left that way.

Its ability to stand and ability to grasp are apparently "somewhat impaired", and funnily enough, checking the "Treatment" tab lets us know that it needs diagnosis and a crutch. The only way the kobbles are giving the poor lobster bastard a crutch is by mauling it with one. Rushsly has truly become a violent fort, and I'll need to start designating a third military squadron as soon as this last window into the final cavern layer is completed. Which, in the tireless toil of kobble industry, it is.

We can see most all of it besides the northeastern corner, and still not a fucking trace of magma. If it does exist, it will be at the very bottom of the world.

Our newest crop of migrants brought with them quite a lot of kobbles who were already adequate in some form of fighting or another, if not competent or even accomplished. With 211 steel bars in reserve, and a whopping 1475 iron bars and 61 bricks of coke (not the kind that makes you scheme to start a massive Wal-Mart return-scam scheme that spans four states, lasts for six years and results in a net profit of over 868,000 dollars - the cool kind) in case we run through that, outfitting them is only a question of time, not resources. And yes, Kody wanted to call them "The Frigid Knots." Go ahead, make your furry porn jokes. But for what it's worth? I'm anti-knot. I'm anti basically any "animal style genitalia" besides hyena girls with huge dicks or like, shark furries with double dicks, but they should still be recognizably human. I guess maybe a little frond here or a little flaring there is fine but I don't know, don't get carried away man. Like you know when you see one of those artists who just draws dicks as little red or pink triangles? I can't stand that. And hell while we're at it, no feral shit for me either. I'm in this furry shit for definitively humanoid bitches with some animal aesthetics I'm not trying to jack off to an actual dog dick, that's gross to me. I'm not a cop but I'm allowed to be grossed out. Us old bastards call that "squicked." I'm allowed to be squicked. You can go back over my earlier posts for evidence of my arguably "weirder" fetishes if you want but I'm not going to give a shit because weird is subjective and I think you can obviously tell just from this paragraph alone that I'm kind of unconcerned with joining any sort of larger consensus on "normality." I've got my own "normality" going on and it works for me. I am incredibly normal: I am, after all, the average of all my traits.

The mine shaft that will lead us to glorious adamantite starts right here, just outside The Curled Pepper, but it won't start going too deep without some serious fortifications and a contingency plan in case we dig right into the final layer instead of hitting an adamantite vein. I have a plan for safely digging out the adamantite - as safely as one can dig out adamantite anyway - but before that step can begin, I want steel hatch covers and a backup set of steel doors in place. Though I'm completely prepared for Rushsly to fall on an emotional level, I would like that to simply not happen - being able to retire the fort once I feel I've had as much fun with it as I'm going to have would be a blessing. And what do we have to lose, should I carelessly fuck up?

Well, for starters, I haven't even begun on Dralas' Beast Slayer quarters lol fuck whoops!! Not that he's discontent with his four-tile chamber in the awkward set of bedrooms that I have been going out of my way to show because I hate them. And what sort of things go on in Dralas' life? Well, of his many passing acquaintances, being not even particularly close to other members of his squadron, he has made a friend:

Gatr Leagueknowing - Maybe he should know a better fucking game, LOL!!! Why are you playing an RTS where you only get to control one guy!?! Sorry - the Holy Fish of the Goldenrod Creed, who leads ceremonies in the Pale Chapel, actually has many friends, perhaps as a result of his liturgical duties, but...

He himself only considers Dralas a "passing acquaintance." Ouch

But there's not too much time to ponder the minutiae of kobbles' social lives - a third Forgotten Beast appears, this one joining Fiva on the second cavern layer. Wow, an eyeless lizard and an eyeless lobster. They're so similar I'm a bit worried they're going to fuck instead of fight.

But no lol obviously they fight. They fight hard, they fight fast, and then it's over. One must wonder how it would have turned out if Fiva managed to recover from its scuffle with the ant people, but that's not what happened. Ancoji Necroshafts the Fated (holy shit) escapes with a single bruise on its rear right foot. Fiva is the one I made that badass little intro graphic for, isn't it? Sorry to see you go out like that, Fiva, though I wonder if this might be a little more honorable than getting sniped through some fortifications by a kobble who doesn't even care about doing the deed. The 462-year-old lizard scratches right through the lobster's brain and it's all over.

All the way up top-side I notice these rabbit merchants and their guard have just been... stuck chilling in the trade depot for at least a month after their supposed departure. I pull up and then pull down the drawbridge to try and reset their pathfinding, I run dfhack fix/stuck-merchants a couple times, no dice. Also right after doing that I find out you're not actually supposed to run fix/stuck-merchants when you have merchants on the map, but ahh whoops I dunno, live and learn I guess. I should really read command descriptions before I make assumptions based on their name but to be fair like when merchants are stuck on your screen it really feels like that's what the command "fix/stuck-merchants" is for, how would I even actually know if merchants are stuck off my map? Well I really don't know what to do about that. It would be funny to just fucking kill them but they're cute little bunny people and I need to be minimizing the amount of enemies I have at any given time if I want to survive the dig for adamantite.

We commission Agcu Riu: "the Fall of Beaks" for Dralas' bedroom. It doesn't look like we'll be able to find aluminum any time soon, but one with iron walls, billon floors and a gold "welcome mat" seems more than well-appointed enough.

Our Hammer Lord On decides to name her shield "The Confusing Famine." I kind of wish she'd grown attached to a steel one instead, but I suppose the tools you're comfortable with are always better than the more expensive, flashier ones. Right? Well I don't know because steel is literally stronger than iron, but oh well. This is the second object a soldier has named, after Ace Steel's steel battleaxe "Styletongues." Looks like things are going well for them, and they'll soon have company in their barracks: even though no training orders have actually been given yet, some members of The Frigid Knots have already grown antsy enough to pick out their weapons and armor.

Quite a few masterworks have been created in the new batch of weapons, and checking who made them makes me realize that Orml really ought to be appointed to the military: she's a legendary fighter, legendary observer, and master spearbold after all. The Frigid Knots will do well to have a master among them to learn from; it should hopefully bring the less skilled of the group up to speed a bit faster.

Ancoji has been sitting perfectly still this whole time after finishing off Fiva. Up on the first cavern layer, Kerrik just slowly swims around. Menacingly... as menacingly as a giant frog can get.

Training finally begins for TFK.

The final shaft is almost ready. A tight security protocol will be enforced whenever any adamantite mining operations are going on. The outer steel doors, inner steel doors, hatch covers on Z-90 and hatch covers on Z-91 will all be sealed for the entire length of time that a mining team is in the shaft. This is to buy a construction team enough time to wall off the shaft entirely if it becomes necessary. As I've already stated, if we break through at the wrong spot, we have a matter of single frames to react accordingly, and two or three miners' lives are, unfortunately, a fair trade to keep the other 100+ kobbles safe from the possibility sudden violent and painful death. In the event that we are not able to seal off the bottom layer for any reason, we will have no choice but to draw up the above-ground and below-ground bridges to cut off access between Rushsly and the greater world entirely. What we find down there could literally doom the entire Dimensions of Portent if we do not immediately take the proper cautions to contain it. Maybe I'm being overdramatic. Maybe I'll wish I was even more dramatic later. All I can know for sure is the general gist of what lies at the bottom of the earth, and how dangerous it can be. -114 is the deepest depth of the pools in the third and final cavern layer. From -115 to -129, anything could happen. Vast and impossible riches guarded by incredible beasts. An ocean of magma to spew forth, a relatively painless and uneventful adamantite-and-diamonds mining experience.

In interest of not taking for-fucking-ever and having the group awkwardly split up, miners will be moved to these admittedly quite shit barracks on -90, and the burrow system will be used to keep them from fucking off all the way up to near the surface until such a time as the final layers are exhausted. The marksbold squad are training hard just below The Curled Pepper, ready as they'll ever be for whatever comes next.

Through me you enter into the city of woes; through me you enter into eternal pain, through me you enter the population of loss. Abandon all hope, you who enter here. "Inferno" is actually very funny for a lot of different reasons, but that quote still goes hard as fuck, you can't not like it. I know this has been kind of a shorter episode, maybe you're glad about that, but this seems like a good place to cut it. I want to have as much room as possible to let whatever might transpire next breathe.

[mugunghwc]

unprompted ask / always accepting

@kitschd​​ said: David assumption was correct.  Hana did have an enormous online following.  Her photos were absolutely stunning; professionally taken and definitely knew how to pose.  He had spent the last hour scrolling through her photos, completely enamored by what she did for a living.   He pressed follow.  [followed by warp_076]. David had a modest following himself, around 7k.  His account was filled with his art, videos of his spray painting and break dancing.  There were also a few selfies of himself at the gym and dance studio, mostly tracking his progress.  His latest on was a shirtless progress pic, proudly showing off his now visible abs as he was required to stay in shape as long as he was working as a host at Stardust.  

     it wasn’t as fun anymore to browse through social when everything was curated for her ; scrolling endlessly through her feed whenever she had the time & mindlessly liking the pictures of photographers she had worked with, or others in the industry which she could ‘ benefit ‘ by being friendly with. even making a post was a whole thing in it of itself, having to send it to her manager to make sure that it was worth posting with, along with being told who to tag or what caption to write. only her stories were sort of personal, but with her lack of time, those were rare.

       she had been in bed, lying after a long day & staring at her phone before going to sleep. it was her way of keeping her presence in social media, despite it feeling far from personal at this point—new followers were rarely something she ever looked at, but given it popped up as she was searching for what else to do, hana, out of curiosity, clicked on it, only to find out the user behind such odd username. her eyes squinted at the screen. “look who we got here...” she merely mumbled & began to scroll through his page after clicking on his latest image. despite the serious look on her face, her cheeks heated & hana was forced to move past it to check out the rest ; having a break from his thirst traps, to look at his art. it... shouldn’t surprise her, considering how creative he had been back at stardust, but she had seriously underestimated him... same went with his videos of him dancing. maybe he wasn’t that good of a host, but there was no denying that he had talent, & it annoyed her to admit it. it annoyed her, the fact that she kept looking & even reading comments that people left on each post. without realizing, she was also starting to check the ones under his ‘ gym progress ‘, scowling at the compliments he got. it made her nose scrunch.

      “you must like the attention...” her words were mumbled ; choosing to ignore how hypocritical of her it was to say that when she did that for a living. hana didn’t know why it was, but she ended up feeling annoyed about the whole thing—pressing ‘ follow back ‘, before locking her screen & setting it aside. she ended up rolling on the bed while she tried not to think too much about things.

[armpirate]

Anti-romantic || JJk | Ch. 28

Pairings: Boxer!Jungkook x fem!reader || Enemies to lovers, neighbors

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, curse, illegal boxing, violence

Warnings: fuckboy!Jungkook x reader, smut, dirty talk, curse, mention of tarot and fate

Summary: Jungkook had always been carefree when it came to love. He always believed he was worth sharing himself with everyone, and thought it was selfish of him to ever think of keeping himself exclusive to just one person.

And maybe that was exactly what got him into the big problem he was in.

A curse that kept him away from love didn't seem an issue for him. The fact that his ex-girlfriend thought he'd be affected by the idea of the girls he slept with running away from him after sex was ridiculous. She actually did him a favor, and took a burden away from him.

At least that was what he thought at first.

He had never found himself thinking of the possibility of repeating with neither of his hook ups, because they disappeared before he was able to even think about it. But when he makes the mistake of sleeping with the sexy neighbor that lives in front of him, he finds himself hoping to get the chance for a second round every time their paths cross.

Y/n hated him the second he set foot inside the building by the way he started making her life a miserable mess for no reason. Sleeping with him was a big mistake she wasn't thinking of repeating. At least not until he came up with the excuse that she rejected him for a curse. Not only she thought he was annoying, but she was also convinced he was crazy. 

There was no way she could take him seriously.

Aprox. time of reading: 18 minutes

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A groan broke the silence in the room when Y/n felt her head pounding from the sides, her eyes slightly squinted as she rolled over the mattress to lie on her stomach and try to hide her face from the light sneaking through the gray curtains. When she moved her hand up, she felt it colliding against something hard, yet soft to the touch. Her eyebrows furrowed deeper as she moved her fingers over it. The top part was a bit thicker, while the rest of the length got barely any slimmer, with some small bulges standing up as she moved her digits down.

Unable to tell what it was without looking, Y/n sat on the bed with still closed eyes, dragging the weird object all the way outside the sheets. Although her sight was blurry at first, she could differentiate the clear shape of a penis. One click over the small button in the middle of its two balls at the base, and the whole thing started vibrating in her hand, having her quickly drop the object over the bed while she cleaned her hand against her t-shirt.

Or no t-shirt.

As she moved her hand over her chest, she felt the lack of fabric covering her.

One lazy look at her left, and seeing the four black shelves hanging on the wall, filled with CD albums, pushed her to cover her body with the brown sheets she had been sleeping in. One look at her right, and she could remember the view of her neighborhood and the perspective in which she was looking at.

Her heart raced a little bit faster when she looked back ugly dark blue wall leading the bed, and which she had her face against more times than she'd like to admit while she was pounded from behind by...

Jungkook!

Her fingers gripped tighter on the blankets when she heard the tank running on the other side of the door, leading to his bathroom.

She felt like wanting to die when he came out, dedicating one of his annoying smirks at her while he hung his black t-shirt over his naked shoulder, flexing his right tattooed arm to flex his muscles.

—Morning, 3A —he tilted his head—. Slept well?

Y/n ignored his question, thinking she'd be relieved at seeing him dressed, but panicking all over again when she noticed the absence of her panties, while finding them over the floor with the rest of clothes she wore the previous day.

—Why am I naked in your bed? —she asked, concern slowly hitting every nerve in her body— What happened last night?

—You don't remember? —he lifted his eyebrows, looking at her with fake offense— That's a bit... I'm hurt, seriously.

—Jungkook, for your own sake, leave the jokes and tell me what happened.

—I think your panties on the floor should be answering that question better —he calmly answered.

Jungkook had been thinking all morning of a way to get back at her for the awful night she made him go through. He knew he promised he'd try to be more gentle and easy on her to prove his feelings to her, but he couldn't let that chance to piss her off slide.

Her hands pulled from the blanket, keeping it tight around her body while she walked through the room to pick up her clothes with her free hand. Before he could say another word, her hand moved up to cut him off and interrupt whatever it was he was going to say to make the situation worse.

—I don't wanna know —she interrupted him—. Nope. If it's blank in my head, better.

—You sure you don't wanna know?

—Nope —she assured him again.

—Are you sure?

—I have the chance to forget a big mistake. So yes, I'm fucking sure —she repeated, looking at him dead in the eye.

—Where are you going? —he asked, when he saw her walk through his living room.

—Not your business!

Jungkook didn't insist, it was her choice and he wasn't going to get in between her decision. She thought that was the best she could do, and he was going to respect that. Although he was sure she'd be back on her own desperate for answers.

She escaped to her place, although it wasn't the best place to be -and she realized that as soon as she opened her door and found the floor and the plastic covering her furniture coated in white dust. It was only a moment, until she managed to put her clothes on and get out again with the blanket rolled up.

—You were pretty wild last night —he teased her from the door as he saw her stepping back outside—. I've never seen that side of you bef...

The blanket was thrown at his face before he could continue speaking, blinding him for a moment before she started making her way downstairs. She knew what he was trying to do, and she wasn't going to fall for it.

While she was struggling to keep her head high through the embarrassment she went through not even a few minutes back, her phone buzzed inside her tiny bag.

Alan.

—Not a good moment right now —she assured him, getting out of her building to head towards her office.

She didn't even have time to go to the hotel and get changed.

—I thought it was always a good moment for me —he teased her, unknown of her current estate.

—Yeah, when you had information I could work on —she sighed.

Alan was a good source of information, but not only for the fights. When she wasn't handed a project, the way he was so deep in the city always worked in her favor to get some acceptable jobs.

—You can't work on it, but I have information that could be useful for you —she rolled her eyes—. Remember that asshole you asked about yesterday?

Besides that stinky man having her brother's necklace, he clearly knew information that could be valid. He probably knew what gym he worked in before the accident.

—What about him? —she mumbled.

—I know where he works, just in case you may pay him a visit —he shrugged.

—Did you really find where he is?

—Uh-hum —he nodded—. I'll send you the location.

—Thank you.

—What was that?

—You won't make me say it twice, but good try —she cut him off, ending the call immediately after.

While she hung up the call, and while she was still walking, she came up with the idea of checking her chats, the one she had with Jungkook especially, to find something suspicious on it and, maybe, a hint of what had happened.

Although that only had her almost falling to her knees in embarrassment.

There wasn't a conversation going on. Actually, she was the only one who sent something the previous night. Several pictures. Some of them were blurry, although she could spot herself holding something with her right hand. And in some others, it was clear what she was holding. Her eyelids were barely open while she kissed the tip of the same dildo she had found that same morning among the sheets, she even went the length of wrapping her lips around it while sucking her cheeks in.

And she did all that, while she was surrounded by people, surrounded by her colleagues. And, most importantly, she made Jungkook witness how high she was even if he had no business to know.

With those images some flashes crossed her mind. He carried her to his house, he was gentle with her as he laid her down, and he bent over her body... And that was the most she could remember.

—Fucking Jungkook... And fucking alcohol —she sighed.

Her walk sped up a little as she saw herself closer to the station, hoping her colleagues wouldn't make a big fuss when they saw her wearing the same clothes they saw her with when she started losing control. Although the little she had known Alma, she knew she wouldn't shut up about it, and she didn't disappoint.

The smile on her face, along with the tongue moving over her upper teeth, as soon as she saw her gave her a small introduction of what the tease what's going to be like. After managing to avoid all of her colleagues for the most part of the morning, she found herself with no escape when the three of them stepped inside the small coffee room after lunch.

—Ohh, I see you dragged the fun 'till this morning —Jackie joked around, moving up and down her eyebrows.

Now that she was thinking about it, she could've changed her clothes when she was in her place, but she was so annoyed and so lost in remembering the previous night that she didn't manage to form a smart thought.

—I'm sorry for last night —she apologized with a sigh.

—You kidding? It was amazing —Alma cheered—. Girl, you made the party interesting.

—Well, getting on top of tables to unbutton to show off your bra, while crying about the cutie on the motorbike isn't exactly related to fun, but...

—Did I cry? —Y/n distressingly asked.

—No, no —Jackie rushed to deny—. It was more like a... whine? You didn't cry though. Well, at some point it was difficult to know if it was sweat or tears.

With a sigh, Y/n's body sank on the chair, knowing damn well she had reached the top of being pathetic.

—We took you home because you kept insisting on going there instead of the hotel, and we didn't leave until he came to pick you up.

—He's so cute —Jackie seconded.

—Yeah, such a shame —Donna added, twisting her lips.

—I was telling them my boyfriend was surprised by how late I got home —Alma giggled—. It's the first time, since we started dating, that I got home past two.

Y/n could only thank them for changing the topic and distracting her from the fact that she was the one who kept pushing herself to Jungkook. First the pics, then asking them to drive her to the building... She was such a stubborn dumbass for it.

In order to keep her mind busy, Y/n got her hands on all the tasks she had pending, assuring herself she'd have no time to think, before she chose to leave the office to keep getting herself busy when taking the train to a different place that wasn't her hotel.

Her walk slowly stopped when she found herself in front of the location Alan had sent her, finding a hardware store when she lifted her head from the phone. She moved inside, hesitating at first, until the same man crossed the door with the bell ringing to announce the arrival of someone.

—Oh, not you —he rolled his eyes—. Your boyfriend already came yesterday.

—My boyfriend? —she squinted her eyes.

—I won't give you anything else. Nothing. He already took the necklace —Y/n frowned—, and he destroyed my poor counter. So unless you want me to call the police, you better leave this place.

—I just came here to ask about the owner of the necklace you were carrying like a trophy —she interrupted him.

—An ex boyfriend? Did he owe you money? He did owe a lot of money.

—Not really your business —she supported her weight on the counter, avoiding the broken part—. Did you know what gym he was affiliated to?

—That information is confidential. No one knows except the owners, and the organizers —he smirked—. Not everyone is like Jungkook, who loves making it known where he and his fighters are coming from.

—Is there a way to know?

—Do I look like an Information Point for you? —Y/n could only click her tongue at that comment.

—You look like an asshole with a big mouth, there's nothing informative about you —she sassily replied back—. You were in his last fight, so you must've seen who he was with, or maybe some strange attitudes when he passed out mid fight.

—Shit, you look like a fucking cop —he chuckled, mirroring her posture to support his weight on the opposite side of the counter—. I saw nothing. And all of this stinks bad, so I won't tell you anything either way.

Her lip hid under her upper teeth, giving up the interrogatory to just nod and move back towards the door.

—Ask your boyfriend about "Mortal Blow", you'll see how he knows about it —he interrupted her walk, giving her one last hint so she could go on with her day.

She didn't know who Mortal Blow was, or what, but if it was a hint, of course she was going to break the silence rule against Jungkook. She could easily ignore whatever happened the previous day, omit the fact that she ever woke up in his bed in such a state, and go on with her life.

A scoff interrupted his concentration from the TV show for the fourth time that evening, shaking his head while he remembered everything that went down the second Y/n rang at his door as drunk as he had never seen her before.

She topped the bed scene. And that was difficult as hell to get.

He considered calling her several times, but ended up giving up when he thought dragging himself to get her attention was pathetic. She was the one who should seek for answers, she was the one who needed to know what happened between them -not him.

If she thought he was going to crawl to her... then she was right. He couldn't understand where that feeling was coming from, but he was convinced of doing it either way.

As he was getting ready to open his door and go looking for her in the office, he managed to see the top of her head walking past him as she found her way to go in clearer.

—Come in, make yourself at home —he ironically said, closing the door behind him—. Came back to pick up your little friend right there?

Her eyebrows furrowed with that question, making Jungkook lift his hand to point at the dildo resting over the armchair.

—Why the hell are you keeping that?

—You seemed quite attached to it in the pictures you sent me. It'd be rude to throw it away.

On her way to his apartment, Y/n was convinced she was going to be able to forget about what happened -or not- between them the previous night. She was convinced if she directed the conversation to what she wanted it to be about, she'd manage to succeed. But every time she looked at him, doubts flew through her mind. She wasn't able to control the flashes of him getting on top of her from appearing whenever their eyes met. At some point she couldn't even remember why she was there, and what she needed to discuss.

—Did we fuck last night? —she suddenly asked— Did we sleep together while I was drunk?

A few weeks back he'd have loved to use that chance to torture her with more doubt, but the worry in her eyes, how the center of her forehead wrinkled, while her eyebrow almost met at the center... that mix had an awful reaction on him.

The relief on her face was more filling for him than the regret.

—I mean... you for sure wanted to —he lifted his eyebrows, grimacing while he surrounded the coffee table to sit on the couch—. But I'm a gentleman, who likes being remembered for what he's best at. It'd have been an insult to me.

—So... nothing happened? —she hesitated to ask.

Her feet stumbled as she hopped off the car, almost twisting her ankles when she wasn't able to control the heels she was wearing, until she found some support on the wall. Her giggled went along with the several rings his bell made before he answered the call, completely forgetting the fact that her friends were over there.

—You asshole, you owe me one for breaking my heart the other day —she mumbled, dragging her words.

—Y/n?

—What? Were you expecting someone else? Huh? —a hiccup adorned the end of that sentence— Did you forget me so quickly? Shit, is this vodka or am I drooling?

Jungkook recognized her voice almost immediately, he just was surprised to have her ringing his bell so late into the night after everything that happened between them.

Putting on the t-shirt that was the most at hand over his couch, he managed to see her profile wandering through the camera, pouting with her eyes barely open while she fought gravity to stay standing.

She sighed, receiving no response from him while her friends kept telling her to get in the car and stop bothering people.

—Shh. This is our love language —she explained, turning back to the intercom—. I swear to god, if you don't show up in less than five minutes, I'll sneak into your house and...

—And? —Jungkook calmly asked, walking in front of her to address the women inside the car— I'll take care of her. Thanks for bringing her.

A punch landed on his right scapula after that comment, making him chuckle as he heard her complaining. Her friends did hesitate on leaving her with him, but more because they didn't want him to suffer the consequences of their party.

—One, you aren't taking care of anyone —she pointed at him with the dildo she had been carrying ever since one of Alma's friends gave the ones she brought to the party to all of them—. Two, you didn't let me finish. I'll sneak into your house and... and... What was I going to say? —her eyes looked so big as she asked that question.

—Let's see if you remember upside down.

—What... Hey!

The dizziness caused by the alcohol only multiplied per ten as Jungkook lifted her over his shoulder, taking no risks of her moving or landing a punch on his face because she didn't want to be nice anymore.

—You're so strong, Kook. Like a big, strong teddy bear.

She giggled, letting her body rest over his, not finding the need to fight him or his arms. Her head rested against the lift wall when he stepped inside, hoping everything around her would stop going in circles that way.

—You know, I've always thought you were cute. Even when you're all annoying and childish. Well, when I'm not thinking about killing you, or punching you.

—Thanks, I guess.

—Like really, really cute. I see your body and it's all "Wow, fucking hell" —she started gesturing as he stepped outside the elevator—, but then I see your face and I just want to bite your cheeks.

And he wanted her to do all of that.

Carefully, he let her over his bed, lying her body over the mattress as if she was made of glass and she'd break at any abrupt movement.

—I'll be on the couch for whatever you need —he assured her.

It took him all the strength in his body, and all the willpower he hadn't found to quit smoking, to cross the arch and leave her behind in his bed, when all he wanted to do was snuggle with her and make sure she slept well.

But his huffs and complaints were cut off by some steps. He expected her to keep her rant, Jungkook actually expected anything other than finding Y/n only on her underwear, with those unmatching bra and panties, while she supported herself on the frame of the arch with a grin.

—I just... wanted to say thank you for letting me stay.

—You're welcome —he nodded.

With pressed lips, Y/n turned around again. But before he could even find comfort in his couch, while his insides were crying, some steps were heard again.

His eyes almost left their sockets when he found Y/n back in that same position, with less clothes on... actually, no clothes on.

—This is just so you remember what you're giving up on —she reminded him—. And good night.

His body was burning with her, his jaw was clenched out of his own frustration, regretting his words the most he had ever regretted them ever since he said them.

If only he hadn't opened his mouth, he probably would've picked her up before she got too drunk, would've made love to her, and they'd be cuddling and kissing while still gasping for air.

His head fell heavily over the armrest of his couch, before he heard those steps he'd for sure have nightmares with. Jungkook was afraid of looking up, not ready of what she could come up with next.

But he found her wrapped around his blanket, kicking her feet while she looked in his direction.

—Can you come until I fall asleep?

His answer didn't come with words, his body moved, getting up from the couch to walk where she was and guide her to his bed, lying next to her, with Y/n remaining under the blankets while he just laid out of them.

—Kook, were you really happier before you met me? —she managed to ask with a thin voice, looking at the ceiling.

His sigh barely took away a ten percent of the weight on his shoulders after that argument, forced to confess to a drunk Y/n that wouldn't remember his words the next day.

—I thought I was —he admitted—, but then you came along and turned my world upside down. I guess I'm scared because I never felt this way. I'm scared of you not feeling the same, I'm scared of not knowing how to handle the fact that I can't go a day without thinking about you. Fuck, I'm even scared of you getting in trouble with someone with that bad temper of yours —he scoffed—. I thought I was happier, because I was terrified of how easily you got to me. It makes me shit myself to realize I can't imagine going back to a life without you.

When he turned to her, her head was slipping out of the edge of her pillow, almost falling until he managed to hold it while cupping her cheek.

Of course he omitted the part where he showed himself as weak as ever. Repeating like a broken record his words wasn't the way. That night just wasn't the right time.

—I did all of that? —she whined, falling to the couch next to him— Oh my god, I want to kill myself —she kicked the floor.

—Hey, my floor isn't to blame for the things you do while drunk —he stopped her—. And it wasn't that bad.

Through her fingers covering her face, she managed to dedicate a death glare at him. She moved quickly after that, pressing her lips together to let out some words she didn't think she'd say a few hours back.

—Thank you for dealing with me —she said with honesty—. And sorry for whatever I put you through.

—If you're going to give me those shows, you can come whenever you w...

Her sweet look slowly turned into a threatening one, causing him to eat his own words and nod while playing with his lip ring.

—Jungkook...

—Y/n...

They both called each other at the first time, with just some milliseconds of difference.

—You go first —Y/n encouraged him.

—I'm really sorry for the other day. I know I was an asshole with you, and you didn't deserve it.

—Yes, you were an asshole. But that's nothing new —she mumbled.

—I'm trying to apologize.

—Sorry! Go on.

—That's it —he shrugged.

—Good, then.

—No, wait —he interrupted her, making her sigh—. I know you want some distance after what happened, but I really want to make things better —he confessed—. You said it last night: I'm childish and annoying, but I really want to gain you back. And before you mention it, it's not for the sex.

—Jungkook, I'm not here to heal anyone. I have enough to be worrying about you shitting yourself because we like each other.

—I'll heal myself —he hurriedly cut her off—. I'll make it safe for you to walk in with me —he assured her—. Meanwhile, let's keep being investigation colleagues, and neighbors.

—It's easier to be friends.

—I'll die first. Friendzone is the beginning to the end —his voice was tinted with warnings.

—So, investigation colleagues?

—Yup —he quickly nodded.

—Okay, so does Mortal Blow ring a bell? 

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I finished it! Whew. That was a long one. Okay, so first off, it was an amazing story, really great original characters, intricate plot, unique set up and ideas, and just superb writing across the board. Well worth reading. I did find that I was skimming through the sex scenes in the last third or so. They're well written and hot, but there were just so many of them! Like, I never thought I would see the day when I said there was too much sex in a fic, but here we are. And so much ass eating! Maybe it's my GenXness coming through but I don't get the allure of rimming. Not shaming anyone who does enjoy it, it's just not my thing, at all, and there was so much of it in this fic. So much. Seriously. So much eating of the asses. Lol. Also, I know those Winchester men cry a lot, they are a weepy group of guys, but there's crying and then there's hysterical sobbing, and the level of what was happening in this fic felt over the top to me. Some sobbing is too be expected, huge horrible things happened, very traumatic. But there was a lot of hysterical falling apart for folks who are semi-repressed manly men. And I just do not see Sam as being that openly, unreservedly emotional. Which brings me around to the number of times that Sam and Dean said "I love you" to each other (yes I realize the entire story hinged on how their love was able to defeat demonic corruption, but still) and how they got all misty-eyed excited about marrying each other... really not in character as far as I understand them and it was bothering me big time. But then I reminded myself that it's okay for them to seem ooc when I'm comparing them to the show because this isn't the show, this is someone's AU. And once I really internalized that I enjoyed the whole thing a lot more. Because, again and again and again, this was all a me problem. I was looking at it crooked. But my point, and there really is a point to all of this, is that every piece of fan fiction out there, long or short, well-written or not, complex or simple, is someone's vision, it's a story that someone thought of and took the time to write down and post so that the rest of us get to share in it. The characters are who they need to be for that story and there is no right or wrong to it. You don't have to spend your time reading something that bothers you or just doesn't click for you, but sometimes the stuff that doesn't quite jive is totally worth sticking with and pushing the bounds of your comfy zone expands your enjoyment of things. So read stuff and have fun with it. The fic name is in the comments, for those who're curious wth I'm talking about.

Okay, had to really skim through the chapter dealing with daddy kink because that is normally a hard nope for me, if it weren't in chapter 55, if I wasn't enjoying the underlying story... you know what? Skimming is fine, I can do that, I do it all the time with actual published books too. But now there's malnourished Dean discourse? I just... I'm not even halfway through. This is not a critique of the story or the quality of the writing, those are really good and why I'm still in this, but this fic is just hitting a lot of my usual nope buttons and I'm struggling, y'all.

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Film Shooting

Part Two of Oneiric Theater

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IZ*ONE's Kwon Eunbi x Male Reader Smut

Categories: a lot of angry Eunbi, face-sitting, mommy kink, thighjo- yeah, just read the whole thing to know

Also written because of inspiration from this request

Merry Christmas! Here's Oneiric Theater Part Two. Hope you guys enjoy your Christmas and this queued scheduled piece.

It has been a week after the incident and you still haven't recovered from it. Not even a good helping of your favorite food or a thirteen-hour “nap” could help you feel any better about the situation you've gotten yourself into.

You have a bad feeling that the events would stay on your mind forever.

One day, you'll be eighty years old in a retirement home peeing your pants, having traumatic flashbacks of a pretty short-haired woman with an arrogant smirk.

Couldn't she have stolen some part of those memories instead?

You grumble to yourself, head in your hands. You have never hated someone more in your life.

Your hate would have been more intense if she weren't so pretty.

Why the hell is she so pretty by the way?

You throw your head back in frustration. Doing so causes you to hit it against the wall. "Gah! Son of a bitch!" The pain dulling the back of your head is an added tree log in the fireplace of your anger.

Massage your head in your hands and try to make sense of it all. But all that comes to mind are repeated questions:

Who really is Kwon Eunbi? How did she own that theater? How could she have these little powers of looking into people's minds and rob them of their life, dreams… everything?

And most importantly, how could she have done that to you?

You, out of all people? She must be kidding! How are you of any significance to a director who makes billions off of her films? You're just a guy who wanted to watch one of them worth his while!

Seriously, Kwon Eunbi, what the hell do you want from me?

How did you get into this cycle of cat and mouse with her? You don't remember, but you suspect that that's another memory she's stolen.

You wonder if she can read your mind right now even if you are far away from the Oneiric Theater. Maybe she's in her bedroom, laughing and kicking her feet in her sheets knowing she's got you wrapped around her little finger. She could be peeking through your memories as if she were scanning folders, shocked at its contents and laughing at the others.

You just want to tear your hair out. Fuck Kwon Eunbi! Figuratively and… literally?

Well, you did do so literally. And you enjoyed every second of it.

But for god's sake, she's your enemy! She's a selfish, greedy director who doesn't care about you at all! Why do you find her so attractive?

The sound of your phone ringing interrupts your thoughts. The screen lights up to a black screen with the red and green answer buttons, an unknown number flashed above them.

Weird. Nobody ever calls you.

Click the green button and press your phone to your ear. "Hello? Who is this?"

"Hi, sweetheart. Did you miss me?"

Oh.

Anger wraps your heart in its tight fist. You don't need to ask further to know who the caller is:

"Eunbi," you say spitefully. Grind your teeth together to handle the irritation overcoming your body right now. You should have expected this. "What do you want?"

She lets out an exaggerated sigh of boredom. "You promised Mommy you'd come visit her after a week, right?" she reminds you with a sickening sweet tone. You could tell she's twisting the telephone wire between her fingers as she speaks. "Did you really forget?"

"I didn't promise you anything. You just told me to do that."

"Ahh, so you do remember."

You don't respond. You are too overcome by anger to even mumble out an answer. You know that if you do, Eunbi might put more on your plate than you can chew.

"It's already 3:00, baby. I'm starting to miss you."

Why does the last statement sound so genuine to you? She really knows how to play with your emotions.

Swallowing a shuddering breath, you try to make your voice sound steady. "I can't visit you right now, Eunbi. I'm busy."

She giggles. "Aww, don't lie to me now. I know you're just having breakdown after breakdown on the couch. Really nice living room, by the way. Is that phone of yours a Samsung? Real cheap."

You almost scream. "Eunbi! What the hell!"

You look around the living room, hands tightening around the fabric of your sofa.

How the hell did she know that? Does she have stalkers hired to keep a hawk's eye on you? Did she magically put up CCTVs or something while you were asleep?

"Didn't I tell you that nothing bad would happen if you just didn't lie to me? You seem to keep forgetting that."

"I would have an easier time remembering things if you weren't a fucking mind reader!"

"But you remember what I told you," she points out once more. "Same place, 4:29 PM. If you're not here before that… oh, you wouldn't want to know the things I'd do to you."

±

Ridding yourself of all common sense, you have arrived at the Oneiric Theater again. Though the long ride in the the taxi has left more of a pain on your ass than your legs, they still feel like they've run a marathon when you finally reach Eunbi down the sidewalk.

You recognized her because of the gray dress. The sides of it hug her curves and are lined with black, cut just at the starts of her thighs.

Okay, fine, you recognized her because of her thighs.

But who cares? You're back in this fiasco with Ms. I Have Eyes Everywhere here and she still would not give you an explanation or at least a blunt answer to your various questions.

"Hey! I'm here! You owe me an explanation!"

"Oh my god, you just arrived and I'm already tired of you."

Today the director seems to have changed style. Gone is the pant suit and short hair from a week ago. What comes to replace it is a simple gray dress that is cut too high for decency, one that has round buttons running down the center and a lacy two-piece collar. Her short hair has grown to be able to hang below her shoulders. Two black ribbons grace both sides of her head.

Damn mommy. For a moment, you almost forget that this is the woman who ruined your life.

She turns to you with a smile that could break hearts from a mile away. "But since you're here now, come with me."

"Wait!"

She raises an eyebrow.

You suck in a deep breath. "Will you answer my questions?"

She taps her chin. "Hmmm, only after a few… drastic measures."

"What do you mean?"

"Like I said, come with me."

You do not trust her at all. Not after all she's done to you. What if she kills you this time? Or scam you into another frisky situation you wouldn't be able to fuck your way out anymore?

But as you watch her walk into the theater again, you realize you have no choice. Whatever you do, you will always be left wondering about the mysteries of the Oneiric Theater, and its owner who seems to have you wrapped around her little finger at all times.

You sigh. Fine, you'll bite.

You follow the directress into the theater. Everything looks the same as the last time you visited: the floor is still carpeted with a clever illusion that makes it difficult to walk on it without getting dizzy. The walls still have posters of upcoming films. One poster is for a movie entitled “La Vie en Rose”. The title is printed in large elegant font above twelve girls all dressed in red. Roses decorate the poster while feathers do so to the poster taped next to it. That one's title is… “Secret Story of The Swan”? What an odd name.

The moment you look away from the poster you realize that Eunbi is already far up ahead of you. You quickly shake your head to get yourself focused and run after her.

She pauses at a doorway. When you catch up with her, confusion fills your senses.

"We're here again?" you say in disbelief. "I thought you said you had a new movie prepared for me."

The doorway leads to the exact same room you've watched the last time. Aisles of velvet chairs line the familiar room, while the same projector stands at the farthest back part of the theater. Hell, even the movie playing is the same. There isn't anything new at all!

"I have!"

"Then why are we—"

You are swiftly pinned to one of the walls. Let out a sound mixing between a groan and a yelp. Your back suffers most of the impact, but it seems like your dick will go through even more of that, seeing Kwon Eunbi's evil gaze raking down your body.

"You're so fucking gullible, aren't you?" she asks. Her hands trail to your neck and squeeze there, rendering you gasping for breath as you try to stutter out your words. "You really didn't learn from the last time you went here."

You wheeze, your hands trying to tug her own away from your neck. But Eunbi, despite her small height and slim frame, is stronger than you. And she always will be.

"Fuck you. I should have—I should have called the police when I had the chance."

She chuckles. "Oh, you definitely should have."

A powerful shove from her causes you to fall onto the floor. You try to move away, but your back only meets the corner of a wall while your fate is trapped into the directress' hands.

"I always keep promises though…"

Now she lifts you onto a plush sofa. It's a welcome comfort compared to the dirty carpeted floor, but Eunbi still manages to make it tight for you. Straddling you, she tugs a ribbon loose from her hair and gathers your wrists into one knot with them. "So you'll get to see the film you want so badly."

"W-Where is it then?" You struggle to breathe as Eunbi seals the second ribbon around your neck.

She shrugs playfully. "Somewhere, someday, maybe sometime."

"I'm not fucking around, Eunbi. Where is the film?"

"I'll give it to you after I have my way with you. Mommy needs her release after all."

"What the fu—"

Suddenly Eunbi is sitting on your face, her soaked lips muffling the words that come out of your own. Strong hands sealed onto your hair, she grinds herself onto your mouth, thighs clamping around your head to keep you in place.

This is when you realize why she is clad ina dress cut so high.

Grumbling, you give her a tentative lick to test the waters; the little shiver she does is a good enough response for you. Tuck your tongue into her warm wetness, swirling it inside her at unsteady patterns. When she begins to ride your mouth for more, you stop completely. Your inconsistency causes her to pull at your hair.

"Fucking—! If you keep slacking I'll never give you the goddamn film!"

"Someone's impatient," you say, grinning. You mess with my head? I'll mess up your orgasm. It will do little damage to her that isn't equal to what she's done to you, but the little rebellion against her keeps you going.

"Oh, you think I'm not serious?"

"I don't think you're shit."

"0927 Avenue, 95th Stree—ahhh, that's much better."

Your own home address?! Seriously? What else does this woman know?

Just to keep yourself safe, you dart your tongue out again. Eunbi's heated sex rocks to and fro onto your mouth, and everytime she lifts her hips you try to catch your breath. She doesn't allow that, of course; she ruts her core on your tongue harder, curses leaving her mouth like a dizzying chant while your tongue slides in her clenching hole and retreats just as quickly.

Her moans start to grace the atmosphere more often. You suppose she's been holding them back to keep up her tough guise, but the moans that keep spilling out of her mouth like a waterfall make the guise falter. Kind of similar to her center that drips continuously into your mouth.

"Shit," she hisses. Another hard clamp of her legs around your head doesn't stop you from licking greedily at her. "You're being such a good boy right now. Mommy feels so fucking good."

The pet name makes your heart pump a little faster. You whine, but Eunbi pays no mind to that. She starts to ride your tongue, the rolls of her hips guiding your pointed muscle into her wet orifice. Kiss her clitoris and purse your lips, licking at it from side to side. Eunbi shakes like a leaf under rain as high-pitched moans are driven out of her hair with each lap, each suck, each lick.

"Your mouth has some good use after all," the directress says weakly. Now her voice isn't the matter-of-fact tone it usually is—it's a wavery one, one that's labored with heavy breathing and whines. "I hate to, hah, admit it but—you're q-quite good at this, aren't you?"

Maybe you are; everytime you impale Eunbi with your tongue another rush of wetness floods your mouth and dribbles down your chin. Her thighs quiver next to the sides of your head while you flick your wet muscle into her equally wet walls.

"I'll do—mmm, an even better job if you free my hands," you promise in between laps at her cunt.

"You must think I'm a fool to fall for that."

Her words suddenly make you recall the last time you visited the theater—when all chaos were unleashed upon you and your dick after you freed Eunbi's hands of the belt you tied around them. You sorely want to pull a trick like that as well, but the promise of the film to answer all your questions is too tempting that you wouldn't dare.

And besides, you do not want to hear her gasps of pleasure stop for just a minute. You want her to break.

"Gah"—you release your lips from suckling fervently on her pulsing clit—"please, mommy."

That word is the first crack. Though she has never actually confirmed she likes being called so, you could easily verify it as a fact seeing the way she winces when you say it. The way she whimpers, the way more wetness leaks from her pussy.

"Fuck, alright." She tugs away the ribbon. "But if you try to be funny, mommy will make sure you never—ahh!"

No more threats or arrogance from her; the moment your hands are freed, you clamp your hands over her milky legs and nuzzle your mouth completely in between them. Your nose tickles her nub while your tongue lathers her folds with saliva and unfalteringly fucks her hole. Eunbi's screams are blocked out by her thighs tightly pressing against your ears.

"That's it, baby. Fuck mommy's pussy with your filthy little tongue. Fuck her until she can't tak- hahh, she's so close—"

Wave after wave of pleasure washes over Eunbi as she wriggles and writhes above you. Her cries are rendered soundless once again because of her convenient thighmuffs. Her legs try to wring themselves out of your grip but you hold on to them relentlessly, eating Eunbi out with much gusto while her juices flood your face.

She quivers as you clean her up, tongue prodding and pushing at the sensitive core. When she cannot take any more of your laps, she dismounts your face with a gasp and falls on your lap.

You try to catch your breath, attempting to get used to breathing without being interrupted with another hump on your mouth from Eunbi. Doing so feels like rising from the pool after swimming deep underwater till your hand could easily glide the tiled floor.

In between heavy pants, Eunbi smirks. "See? Isn't it much better when you're being good for me?"

"No 'thank you'?" you ask, wiping your lips on your sleeve. "God, your heart is as hard as a rock."

"And it seems like you are too, hotshot. Just look at yourself."

Eunbi shifts in her place on your lap to show you how your bulge is practically fighting against the fabric of your pants. Red fills your cheeks as she palms it slowly, the friction from her hand forming tight heat in your crotch.

You whimper. "Mommy, please."

"Oh, would you look at that. I knew you'd warm up to mommy quickly."

Humiliation rings clear in your face as she tugs your cock out of your pants, hand wrapping tightly around your length.

"Because you're being such a good boy right now"—Eunbi twists herself on your lap to face you and crosses her legs, throwing her legs to the side of the sofa—"I'll let you have your fun. I would have rewarded you with a titjob, but mommy's thighs will suffice for now, won't they, baby boy?"

Fuck, not that nickname again. You swear that if you didn't hold back you would have come just from her words.

Forget that she's your mortal enemy. Forget about your grudges and everything terrible she's done to you. Your mind can only wrap around this gorgeous woman wrapping her godly thighs around your cock, soft skin squeezing your length and rubbing its veins as she starts to bounce up and down.

Up down, up down, up down. It's a heavenly repetition with Eunbi squeezing her thighs around your dick just like she did to your head, but now it's for your own pleasure. Her tits, though still hidden under the buttoned lapels of her dress, bounce along with her thighs, rippling the fabric and looking absolutely tempting to grope.

You give in to the temptation. Your groans and the sounds of her lap meeting yours are background music to the scene of you daringly squeezing your hand over her breast. Quickly finding out that they're sensitive just by running your hand over them and seeing the desperate look on Eunbi's face when you do, you take things up a notch by slipping your hand under her dress.

Eunbi's eyes shoot you a warning, but they close almost immediately when you cup her bust over her bra. They're massive, soft mounds of flesh that are apparently very sensitive, seeing as the director clamps her thighs harder around your length each time you squeeze.

So you squeeze and squeeze and squeeze. The more you do, the more whimpers come out from Eunbi just as her wetness leaks even more onto your bare lap. Unable to hold it in anymore hearing her girlish moans and feeling her gorgeous thighs rub tight around you, ropes of cum shoot from your dick and onto Eunbi's milky skin. Groans and grunts of your own grace the air as the merciless Eunbi keeps bouncing slightly on your lap, milking your cock again and again till her thick thighs are almost covered completely in your cum.

"Holy shit, you came so much." She sticks a finger into the puddles of white and tastes it. "Yummy. Didn't know your cum tasted this good."

"Eunbi, I don't think I—"

"Shhh, mommy wants more."

With just one shift on your lap, your cock slips from between her thighs and sheathes itself deep into her pussy. You whine at the remaining sensitivity that causes you to writhe and shift underneath Eunbi, but she pays no mind to it all.

"F-Fuck, you're stretching me out so well." Eunbi's words are stammered out in gasps.  Though the constant stimulation on your aching cock is difficult and nearly impossible to bear, what makes up for it is the expression on Eunbi's face as she sinks down onto you. Oh, and how her firm ass meets your lap everytime her hips rise.

She must have known you were thinking of her ass since her fingers wrap around your shivering hand and guide it to her buttcheek. She squeals when you slap it, walls clenching tighter around your cock. Another slap, her breath hitches. The third is what she makes sure is the last one for she grabs your hand and places it on her boob instead.

Alright, this could work too. Sweat rolling down your face and its scent mixing in with the smell of sex, your upward thrusts stutter as a burst of cum shoots into the director's wet hole. Tug the lapel of her dress away from the other to reveal her bouncing tits to you—"oh, that's it, baby. Breed mommy—fucking fill her pussy with your cum"—and pull her bra down. Without the support of the underclothing her boobs shake with her movements, two large mounds of flesh bouncing in the air which you grope and squeeze. She whispers curses underneath her breath as you play with her sensitive tits as much as you can.

The whispers turn into uncontrolled screams when you close the little distance in between you and latch onto her nipple. She pulls on your hair and humps you faster, crying out with every swirl of your tongue around her erect nipple and suck on her full breasts. "Fuck, baby, don't stop! Mommy's cum—"

Nails digging in your scalp, she pulls you closers till your mouth is sucking and biting at almost all of her breast. Your other hand plays with the other, and when you pinch her nipple in between your fingers, she explodes.

A scream pierces the air as her body spasms and tightens around you. Swears come out as weak stutters while her walls tighten hard enough to draw another orgasm out of you. Your semen splashes into her cunt and drips out of it too, staining the little gray dress and the couch.

"Mommy's so full, baby. Can't believe how much you came."

You could; the director's tight little cunt and addictive moans drive you insane. Her pretty silk voice has a special way of affecting you, especially with the pet names.

Eunbi tries to move away, but when she rises from her place she whimpers and returns to her original position instead. Carefully lifting her body and unsheathing your used dick, white rolls down her milky thighs and creates splotches on her dress.

"I hope the camera caught how you almost made me cum just from your knee. That would be interesting to see."

Your comprehension is steadily lowering to a zero as exhaustion begins to take over you, but you're pretty sure she just said something about a camera.

Your body slides down and lies flat on the sofa. Eunbi still sits on your lap—at least, that's what your blurring eyes can detect—so you try to ask her about it.

"W-What camera?"

"For a special film. You see, the Oneiric Diary isn't the only film I prepared for you."

Oneiric Diary? What the hell was that? And what did she mean by the special film?

"But I see you're too tired to watch them with me. We shall view them when you wake up, do you understand?"

Eunbi's voice has returned to its usual formal tone. You can't tell if yours has become normal again as well because you are too weak to even mumble out a word. All that comes out is groans.

As your eyes flicker close and the world turns black around you, you could feel a pair of plump lips press against your cheek. It might have been pre-slumber delusions, but you swear you heard Eunbi whisper "Sweet dreams, darling" before everything disappears completely.

±

"Are you sure you can trust him, unnie? He seems weak."

A chuckle from the older woman as she stands in the way of the projected film, two shadows lurking in the now-dark theater. Her arms are crossed while her eyes stay on the man passed out on the sofa.

"He doesn't even trust me," Eunbi says with a grin. "But I'm sure of it. There are too many coincidences for all of it to be nothing."

"You know what happened last time, unnie. You can't risk it."

The grin disappears from Eunbi's face. Her eyes unlock from him as she turns to the younger girl, a warning in her glare. "What did I tell you about mentioning The Nightmare?"

"I'm sorry."

"You better be. You of all people should know how bad it affected the theater."

"I'm sorry, unnie."

"Save the apologies, Sakura. And turn off the projector; I want him to sleep well."

"So you could fuck him till he passes out again?" Sakura asks sarcastically.

"That, and another thing: I want him to be ready for what he sees in the Oneiric Diary."