#shout-out again to this anon for being so dedicated

[five-nights-at-fujisakis]

I saw it last night. I’ve been trying to think of a way to tell you about it without making sound absolutely batshit insane. I was looking around near Freddy’s, turned into an alleyway, and nearly walked straight into it. I saw it from behind. It didn’t notice me right away. It was hunched over something, and then it turned to face me.

I was only able to see it for a moment before it launched itself past me and into a sewer grate hard enough to bend it nearly in half.

It’s definitely metal, alright. It was nothing more than a pile of cables probably around an inch thick. When it turned, the cables moved like liquid, winding over each other. 

The creature left this creepy clown mask on the ground. But the most unsettling part?

It was wearing Freddy’s face. 

It looked cobbled together from scrap metal, like it had seen Freddy before and was trying to replicate him.

I didn’t even think to take a photo in the moment. I’ll try to draw a picture of what it looked like.

WHAT????

OH NO ARE YOU OKAY???

please tell me you're okay if someone got hurt because of me i'd never be able to live with myself. i've seen enough death in my life already.

the fact that it resembles freddy is scaring me even more, especially since you said it was near the restaurant. i really hope that a taser works on that thing. or that my firearm lessons pick up the pace (i can't believe i'm saying that, i can't BELIEVE i'm saying that)

how does this small town in utah manage to be this dangerous???

maybe i should call in sick and tell vanessa i can't come in right now.

but i NEED this job. and it's a night shift, she'd want me to come even if i was sick, right? i don't know what to do about this.

guess i just need to hope it doesn't catch me in between home and work.

i hope you're able to get back home quickly and safely! don't wait around on my behalf, I don't want you to have to stay in a more dangerous environment just because you're trying to help me!

[hunnidmilly]

not my hair. /jimmy u. +millytober+

yall school has been killing me. i’m in my first semester of my junior year in college, and im so tired everyday. and im working too. i wanna dedicate this to @blacst4r for their RECENT TEXT AU😭😭 it gave me an idea.

than to, @caramelcleopatraa. me and her are both in college and struggling with time rn friends. also, remember to be nice…some of yall anons are fckin bullying people deadass, you need to be popped in your mouth for saying that shit to her <333 ty for being patient with us <3 check out her writing if you haven’t !!! her SMAU’s are my fav 😩

warnings: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up, no kids pls), p in v, hair pulling, cursing.

parings: jimmy (jon) uso x black!reader

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jimmy’s reaction to you getting your hair done goes a bit overboard…

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as you unlocked the door to your home, you heard the patter of feet. upon opening it, Bowser, the shared Rottweiler, greeted you enthusiastically.

“hi baby. my sweet boy, you like mommy’s hair? we gotta take you to get groomed next, boy,” you cooed at the dog as he nuzzled his nose into your face “where is your daddy?”

“bowser,” jon’s voice boomed causing the dog to stand at attention “food.”

with a snap of his fingers, the dog darted toward the kitchen. a shirtless jon, wearing only grey sweatpants, walked over to you; pulling you close and nuzzling your neck, leaving soft kisses all over.

“fine ass. you look so fuckin’ good. c’mere.” he takes your hand dragging you down the hall towards your bedroom

“wait! jon, hold on!” you giggled, as you drag your feet on the carpet against his hold

“whatchu mean, holon? it wasn’t no holon for you to run yo ass to ulta. get them clothes off.” jon commanded as he reached for your jacket to yank it off, throwing past his shoulder

“ah!” you squeal as he threw you onto the bed. moving into your neck, starting to kiss and suck on it, while his hands reached for any piece of clothing left you had on before snatching it off you. “baby, lemme get the bonnet.”

“fuck the bonnet, tryna see yo sexy ass when you cummin all over me.” he groaned before pulling his shorts down revealing all his long thickness, standing at attention pointing right at you with a curve.

Jon was blessed. But he can go over board sometimes wanting to partake in overstimulation and being so rough…on your hair. He loved to pull it and make your pussy swallow him whole; you shouting to the celling about how good the dick felt with tears pooling in your eyes. It was his favorite thing to do.

“jon, don’t pull it and i’m deadass.” you rasped out pushing against his chest as he leaned over you kissing the side of your face, and throwing ur legs over his arms.

“ight, I promise…shit!” he grunted running his fat leaky tip through your folds, before surging into you bottoming out.

jon wasted no time before starting to pump that girth into you rapidly, splitting your pussy wide over him. you always needed a minute to get used to his thickness, the stinging sensation combusting all over your body for a moment. you felt that thick vein running from his base to his tip, rubbing against ur spot. He let out a grunt as your pussy molded around his dick.

you let out a sharp hiss as he nearly pulled out before bottoming out again, letting the small thick coarse hair tickle your clit.

tonight was different; his dick was aching ever since you sent him them damn selfies. he needed to explode. he could damn near drill through a brick. the sight of your head thrown back, eyes rolling to the back of your head, hands gripping the sheets, toes curled, moans and cried if ecstasy running through his ear, and your hair spiraled over the bed couldn’t have been more pretty.

he’d make it his lock-screen if he could.

he starts creating a pace, fucking into you. your pussy weaping all over his dick made it an easy ride. you whined and bucked your hips up to match his pace, your clit pressing into him—adding more pleasure. his dick working your pussy with fast, smooth, and deep strokes. his pants and your cries bouncing off the walls creating a song.

“mmm! ba—baby!” you stumbled over your words trying to string together a singular sentence

your push your hand against his chest, “nah. wanna run yo ass to ulta, right? i said bring dat ass home. you wanna be hard headed. lay the fuck back…yea, take this dick. that’s my good girl.”

his mind became clouded at the sight of his dick coated in a sheer white, and your pussy wetting up his lap. each pump causing his stomach to tighten. he knew if he kept going he’d be fucking a baby into you.

he quickly pulled out flipping you onto your knees, sliding back in. he slowed his hips into small circular whines; grinding against your ass to drag out your orgasm.

he was beating the pussy up, all from a damn hairstyle. secrets to be kept; before you arrived he nearly broke his phone clutching it in his hand so hard as he wrapped his hand around his thick base and yanked on the red, leaky, tip till he came on the pictures you sent him…now he was just making up for time.

“look at dat, mama,” he sighed pulling against your shoulder to make you look up towards the mirror on the closet door, “pretty ass…so fuckin sexy. you so fuckin pretty, baby. lemme hear you say it.”

“i’m so pretty…” you softly mewled

“hell nawl. whatchu say?”

your eyes were permanently glued to the sight of jon pushing your neck into the bed, the other gripping your hip to pull you towards his irritate thrust, and his lip tucked between his teeth tightly. the only thing flowed out your mouth was your saliva pooling at the corners of your mouth, and incoherent babbles.

you were in the perfect position. face down was down, and your pussy hiked up in his lap being fucked thoroughly. jon felt his dick swell from the sight of your curtain bangs messily sticking against your forehead.

you tightened your pussy muscles around his dick everytime he pulled out, your aching pussy twitches at the feeling of his hot cum spraying inside you. you could see white spots in your vision at the feeling of your stomach tightening.

“you gone make me cum too quick, doin’ that kegal shit, girl.” he groaned out cracking his hand on the side of your ass—a move to tell you to stop.

you let out a gasp as his hand moved into your hair tightening, pulling you upwards.

“jon! you pro—ugh! shit!” you screamed out towards the celling

“you wettin this dick up so fuckin’ good, mama. tell me what i’m tryna hear.” he panted—sweat beads formed on his forehead and his chest, as his balls slapped against your clit

“i’m so pretty! i’m so prettyyy—jon im cummingg!” you cried into the air as your pussy twitched before your orgasm squirted over him—the force nearly pushing him out.

the sensation of your pussy jumping around him trigged his own release, his cum jetting out in thick ropes inside your pussy—mixing with your own.

he fell over ontop of you, leaving wet kisses in the crook of your neck. his hand reaching between your legs to rub small circles on your clit to drag out the effects.

“you’re a fuckin’ liar, jon.” you panted holding yourself up on your wobbly arms

“text me her booking site or sum…i’ll pay for another appointment. can’t promise that shit ain’t gone make me fuck you tho.”

this guy…

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[littlebluespoon]

Unstuck (Octo!König Part 3)

Happy Halloween! Have a little treat on me <3

This one is dedicated to the lovely anon who filled my ask box with octo!König ideas. I couldn't not use the nipple piercing one, its like it was made for octopus!König.

Part 1 - Stuck Part 2 - Stuck (Again) Part 4 - Stranded

<1K, 18+, nipple piercings, top half nudity, angst

Anyway, without further rambling, part 3! Have fun!

Your three weeks of leave were wonderful, spending time with family, catching up with friends and even treating yourself a little. Your friends had dared you to get piercings and after much debate and convincing yourself that no one would know you were breaking regulations as they’d be under your clothes at all times, you got yourself nipple piercings.

Returning to base and to work meant you were kept busy. Enough that you barely had time to worry about anyone finding out your little secret. In fact, you had nearly forgotten all about them the day it happened. There was nothing wrong with the day, it had been a standard day, nothing remarkable and no issues had cropped up. You had only dealt with some cuts and bruises so the paperwork you had to do was minimal, and as you mindlessly finished it up your mind drifted to dinner. The door slamming made you jump. There in the doorway stood Horangi, 

“Take him! Before I rip his arms off!” He shouted at you, throwing a ball towards your desk. Before you could respond, he was gone and the ball was moving towards you. 

Unable to process the last few seconds it took the feel of tentacle on your arm to move you into action,

“König? What’s wrong?” Seeing as your last few experiences with the hybrid involved him being injured, you made a beeline for your aquatic med kit and towards a patient bed.

“Come on, let me get a look at you,” you tried pulling him off but were as unsuccessful as ever. He just continued up your arm towards his favourite spot which is when you began to panic,

“No König! Just stay where you are, okay?” Attempting to use your free hand and block him from continuing up your body while making sure he wasn’t bleeding, wasn’t the easiest of tasks. Especially not while you scrambled for an excuse as to why he couldn’t be attached to your chest,

“I uhh… I took a hit in training. I’m bruised, yeah. Eh, I’m all bruised so you can’t sit there today.” Seeing that there didn’t seem to be anything physically wrong with him you walked back to your desk, closing the door as you went. König seemed to consider what you were saying, he stopped his climbing efforts and stared at you. You who had suddenly found so much more paperwork that needed doing. 

Settling back into a rhythm of paperwork with König on your arm was fairly easy and it lasted a while. Enough that you had distracted yourself in checkboxes and signatures and your heartrate had come back down to normal. Until König reached out a tentacle and brought it hammering down across your chest. With a yelp and a flinch, you dropped everything,

“König! What the hell was that for huh?!” You stared down at his beady eyes, in a stand off with him. He moved closer and you flinched, one of his arms were held aloft, swaying gently in the air and every so often it found its way closer to you. Distracted by the arm in the air, you never even noticed the other two, as quick as lighting, they darted forward and ripped your shirt open. 

Your unmarred chest stared back at him. And you could have sworn his expression was that of a raised eyebrow. You, too frozen to react to anything, standing there as he worked the rest of your clothes off until he found what you were hiding. No bruises. Two little metal bars. A rapid heartbeat.

“It’s not like anyone else knows. And besides, if you weren’t such a pervert, you wouldn’t know!” Your defence was shaky, even you knew it, “Can’t just respect someone’s boundaries can you? You’ve got to have whatever you want.” Lashing out in an attempt to keep from crying as you pulled your shirt across your chest but you found your efforts hampered by König as he began climbing up again, 

“No!” Brining an arm across your chest to protect your nipples, you shout at him, “They can’t be touched so just shimmy your way back down. And while you’re at it, why don’t you just get off?” He freezes at your words, you’ve been annoyed at him in the past but never angry. Never upset. 

As he pulls himself off to sit on your desk you bring a hand to your eyes, desperate to remove any evidence of tears before turning away from him to find a new shirt. Cleaning yourself up, removing the small spots of spilled ink on your arms and coving yourself in a spare shirt you made your way back to your desk. Expecting to find a grumpy octopus instead you’re met with a puddle of ink ruining your paperwork and not a bit of orange in sight.

___

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[choke-me-joey]

Eddie Munson x fem metalhead cheerleader

Summary: Based on this - how Eddie met his not so typical cheerleader girlfriend and a little exploration of their relationship.

Content warning: 18+ content minors DNI, smoking, underage drinking, drug use, swearing, flirting, smut.

AN: there is a scene in this based on a ✨️video✨️ i had sent to me by a beautiful anon and I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. If you want the link you can find it on my page or message me and I'll try to send it!

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 5

Chapter 4

The following Tuesday, after practice and your homework, you'd driven over to The Hideout to see the famous Corroded Coffin play to their crowd of regular drunks. You parked your car in the lot, getting out and straightening out your cropped Iron Maiden shirt. You'd paired it with some shorts and fishnets, as well as your Docs and your jacket which, courtesy of Eddie, now had a WASP pin resting proudly on the lapel.

You made your way into the, quite honestly, dump of a bar, impressed that you didn't even need a fake ID to get in. You grinned when you saw Corroded Coffin setting up on the small stage and made a beeline for your friends and your....Eddie.

"What's up, rockstars?" You smile, giving Eddie a cheeky pinch to the butt as he was bent over with his back to you sorting out his peddle. He angled his head to look at you, and nearly keeled over at the sight of your outfit. He recovered, standing up to hug you.

"Now this just isn't fair, sweetheart, gonna be playing our set with a fucking boner," he groans into you ear, making you giggle. He subtly kissed your head.

"Holy shit you actually came!" Gareth said, grinning at you from behind his drum kit. "Eddie said you might not make it because of practice."

"Like I'd miss the infamous Corroded Coffin live in concert," you gesture to the homemade banner behind them. "I'm excited!"

"You're probably the only one in the audience who is," Jeff laughs, glancing over the few people who had come to the bar to watch them play.

"Well, just remember who your biggest fan was in the early days, yeah?"

"Of course, sweetheart," Eddie winks at you and you have to wrestle down the urge to kiss him, not knowing how he felt about your...whatever this was between you being made super public yet. You instead settle on shooting him a wink and going to get yourself a drink whilst they finished setting up, patiently waiting for their set to start.

You were surprised when the bartender handed you a beer, apparently Eddie had sorted you with a drink before you'd gotten there, and again that meant nobody was checking your ID. You said nothing, taking your beer and sitting at a table close to the stage where you had a good view and Eddie could definitely see you.

The band start their set and you're completely blown away. Not only are they actually pretty damn good, the way Eddie carries himself on stage is incredible. He's confident, charismatic, nothing new there, but he eludes this sexy rockstar attitude that makes your pussy clench as you watch him. He plays with an energy that should be for 80,000 people not just 0.01% of that.

You watch his skilled fingers running up and down the frets, effortlessly playing chords without even glancing down. And when he sang, god your heart skipped a beat. His voice was the perfect mix of soft melodic singing and raw yells and shouts. They played a mix of covers and their own songs, their musical influences clear in those original pieces. Your favourite so far had been their rendition of Paranoid by Black Sabbath, and a song called Shallow Grave of their own. You had screamed and shouted and applauded, probably too enthusiastically really, but you didn't care. They were good, and Eddie was hot.

As the notes of another original song, Strangers in the Dark, came to an end, Eddie spoke into the microphone.

"We're going to change things up a little bit now folks, with a new cover dedicated to a very special person who happens to be our number one fan. This one's for you, airhead." He shot you a smirk and you grinned back at him, your cheeks flushing. "Sing along if you know it, maybe even dance a little if you're drunk enough."

The opening notes of Edge of Seventeen by Stevie Nicks, but with a Corroded Coffin touch, began to play and your jaw dropped. You fucking loved this song, and your mind and heart race when you remember you had told Eddie that, probably about 3 weeks ago when you'd first started speaking properly, only mentioned it briefly when he'd seen the tape of Bella Donna sticking out of your bag.

He'd...learnt this, for you? Made his band learn this for you without even knowing if you'd ever come to one of his shows?

It's a good thing you were sat down because your knees felt stupidly weak.

"Just like the white wing dove, sings a song sounds like she's singing, ooh, ooh, ooh," Eddie croons; his voice could have brought tears to your eyes. He wasn't playing guitar for this, cupping the mic in his hands in a way that should have been illegal.

You sit in your seat, singing along, watching as a few drunks get up to dance, mostly middle aged women who look as if Stevie Nicks is their lord and saviour.

"Come on honey, your boyfriend is singing this for you! You gotta dance!" One of the Stevie-ites grabs your hand and tries to pull you up to dance.

"Oh, I cant-" you start, feeling a little embarassed. Ridiculous really, seeing as you were in front of two entire high schools nearly every week dancing and cartwheeling and splitting. Why the fuck was dancing in front of Eddie making you shy?!

You catch Eddie's eye as you're dragged onto the small dance area in front of the stage, the woman lets go of your hand to do her own Stevie style twirl, and you laugh, doing the same when she encourages you to do so. You glance up at Eddie and he grins back at you, still singing away as he pulls you up onto the small stage, twirling you around. You stay next to him, wrapped in his arms as the band finishes the song. When the last note plays, Eddie grabs you and you kisses you hard on the lips and you wrap your arms around his neck, the small crowd whooping and cat calling as you break apart, both of you panting and grinning like fools.

"You're amazing," Eddie says breathlessly, looking into your eyes.

"Me?! I'm not the one who just turned Stevie Nicks into a bad ass metal anthem! You gotta record that, you...you're incredible!" You pant, your face starting to hurt with how much you're smiling. You run one finger down his chest whilst looking up at him through your lashes. "How much longer is the set, rock star?"

Eddie swallows hard.

"Uh, th-three songs."

"Perfect, I'll be waiting by your van when you've packed up." You shoot him a sexy smirk, pecking his lips once more and hopping off the stage to watch the rest of the set.

*

True to your words you were waiting, leant up against the side of Eddie's van as he finished loading up his equipment.

"So, I've been thinking, that bed you've got in there?" You gesture to the back of the van. "Super fucking comfortable, perfect for laying down after a successful show, don't you think?"

"While every fibre of my being is going to hate me for saying this, Y/N-"

"Who said anything about sex?" You cut him off and he looks at you, confusion etched on his face. "Just wanna show you how appreciative I am that you learned a song for me, very cute by the way."

"Well, I have been known to be pretty cute," Eddie grins, letting you pull him into the back of the van, kicking the door shut. He grunts, letting out a breathless laugh as you push him onto his back and straddle him, pushing his shirt up his stomach. "Hey, you know you don't have to do anything you don't want to, right?"

"What about if I want to?" You smile, rocking your hips experimentally against him. Eddie groans, fingers biting into your hips. You lean down and kiss him, tongue immediately finding his. Eddie's hands travel from your hips to your ass, squeezing it softly at first, then harder as your kisses grows deeper and more desperate. You pull away from the kiss, sitting back on your heels and your hands hover over his belt buckle. "Can I?"

"Yeah, yes, shit, you can do anything you want to me right now, sweetheart." Eddie groans as you undo his belt, your hand ghosting over the bulge in his jeans. Once his jeans are also undone, he helps you by lifting his hips so you can pull his jeans and boxers down to his mid thigh. You can't help the gasp that leaves your mouth as his cock springs free, slapping his lower stomach.

"Holy...what the fuck, Eddie?!" You laugh, unable to process what you're seeing. He's big. And not just big, but thick too. Uncut, with a delicious thick vein running along the underside of his cock. His balls are - is it weird to say perfect?- big and round and your mouth salivates at the sight. Would you even be able to wrap your hand around him? Swallow him down? Would your cunt stretch enough to accommodate him? Your brain buzzed with arousal.

"Not really something I go around showing off," Eddie chuckles, hissing as you attempt to wrap your hand around him, slowly stroking him. You pull back his foreskin to expose the head of his cock, the same beautiful shade of reddy purple as his lips, and you watch in fascination as a small bead of precum blurts out and over your fingers. "Shit, Y/N, your hand feels so fucking good."

"I haven't even done anything yet," you giggle, moving a tiny bit faster, your other hand gently cupping his balls. You make sure he's looking at you before you let a glob of spit fall from your mouth onto the head of his cock, using it to lube his shaft for your hand to glide easier along it. Eddie fucking whimpers, whimpers, at that, his head dropping back onto the pillow beneath him.

"Fuck, babe, you're fucking...you're a dream."

"A wet one, I hope?"

"You're...everything. God the amount of times I've thought about this, about you...Jesus, how are you fucking real?" Eddie sighs as you work your hand over his cock faster, the mix of your spit and his precum making it easier. "Can I...fuck, can you take your shirt off? And...and put my jacket on?"

He prayed silently that you'd agree, it was all he'd been able to think about for about 3 weeks. You smile, nodding, taking off your shirt. Eddie almost blows his load there and then. Not only were you braless, but you also had your fucking nipples pierced, the two silver bars winking at him in the dim lights streaming in from the car park. You send him a knowing smirk briefly letting go of his cock to grab his previously discarded jacket and slip your arms into it, the leather cool and somewhat a little sticky against your damp skin.

"How do I look?" Your voice is low and sultry, laced with arousal. The throb between your legs is almost unbearable now, and you grind your crotch against his leg for some relief.

"Like every wet dream I've had since I was 13," Eddie groans as you spit on his cock again. "Shit, never thought you'd be so..."

"So what?" You challenge with a smirk, one eyebrow cocked as you continue to jerk him off.

"Jesus, so fucking...filthy." Eddie gasps as you run your other thumb over the slit of his cock, gathering some precum on the digit and sucking it into your mouth. You exaggerate a moan, this was purely for him right now but he did taste really fucking good. "Shit, gonna cum soon, don't stop baby."

"Not going to Eds, want you to make a mess all over me." You push the jacket off of your tits so he can clearly see them. Your free hand pinches one of your nipples, making you moan and grind down onto him again, a whimper leaving your mouth.

"Jesus fuck!" Eddie grunts, his cock twitching in your hand as he cums, streaking your tits, stomach and a little bit of his own jacket with thick white ropes. You stroke him through it, letting go of his thick cock when he starts to hiss in discomfort. "Fuck, princess, easy, easy," he lets a breathless laugh as you scoop up some of his cum off your tits with your finger, popping it into your mouth and sucking it off. "Jesus H Christ."

"I prefer Y/N." You grin, letting out a squeal as Eddie pins you down onto the floor of the van, kissing you hard. His hand wanders to the button of your shorts. "Hey, don't worry about me, handsome. This was all for you."

"You sure? I want to." Eddie's eyes flick to yours and you smile.

"I know, and believe me I really want you to but I have to get home, school night and all that." You sigh and Eddie groans, dropping his head to your shoulder. "My fingers will just have to do tonight."

Eddie groans even louder.

"Shit, Y/N, that isn't fair."

"Relax, Eds, my parents are away this weekend, so I'll have that big, empty house all to myself. You wanna come over and protect poor little old me?" You put on a fake pout. Eddie smirks.

"And by protect you mean-"

"Fuck my brains out until I can't fucking walk and make me scream so loud the neighbours will know your name? Yeah, that's what I meant." You giggle, pecking his lips softly.

"Oh, I'll be there baby, I'll protect you so hard, don't you worry."

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[writing-for-the-gays]

hi its me againnnn,,, ermm i would like to request poly billy x stu x (ftm, fat, hairy ect ect) reader again :3c but fluff HCs this time :3c

-🐛 anon

Ough these boys be home of sexuals in a world of homes of phobics , continuation of the other fic actually. Disk jockey reader. Again me and 🐛 anon are holding hands and frolicking through fields.

No pretty pic this time I'm reblogging this with memes I made for these fics

Fluff! Tooth rottingly sweet.

"catch my breath and hold it for me."

- you three are a power couple behind a closed door. Infront of people you have to pretend to be very straight with each other (as straight as you three can be, if you three were a line you'd be a circle.)

- to be blunt they're in love with you.

- you got custom rings for each other about a year into the relationship, to symbolize your dedication.

- and these boys take it very seriously. They keep the rings on a necklace they wear underneath their shirts when out , and wear them proudly on their fingers when around you.

- alone Stu and Billy are affectionate, Stu being more like a dog and Billy being more like a cat.

- Stu will run up to you and throw his arms around you I'm a big hug when you walk through the door of his house and Billy will wait until you're all sat down to come up and lay his head on your chest, and whisper to you Abt how much he missed you.

- in conjunction with this is their love language. Billy can be somewhat touch averse, especially after a rough day, or whenever, and has a tendency to pull away if the physical touch is too much, but he loves acts of service, and will often cook for you, and do whatever you ask of him including, but not limited to, murder.

- Stu's big on physical affection, and will hang off your arm whenever he can, hold your hand (he sometimes pretends to be measuring hand size out in public so he can have some more skin to skin contact even when it's not totally socially acceptable.), and kiss you often, but he prefers to do activities with you instead of for you, and tries to get you to do random things with him, it doesn't even matter what it is. You find yourself doing dishes with him more times than you can count.

- it can lead to some really tender moments, and you three really relish in these moments. It's one of your favorite parts of the relationship.

- Stu being trans means that when you're binding you get tons of reminders to take breaks, especially considering the fact that binding methods around this time aren't exactly safe. More often than not you find yourself in a stall with him while he massages your back and checks your ribs.

- Billy has an equal amount of worry, considering he's known Stu since forever and so is intimately familiar with trans topics, but he's less nice about it. He refuses to let you cuddle him or vice versa if you have your binder on. He also helps you take your T injections because Stu can handle a lot, but needles aren't one of them. He does T gel that's how bad it is.

- every night you all rotate who's the middle spoon (what else do I call it).

- Stu's absent parents mean that you've basically decided to move in with him. You don't have the most aware parents either. (Dead, probably.)

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You laugh gleefully, worn down black and white shoes thud against the concrete as you run past Billy and Stu and onto the top of the playground.

"Fuck you two! I'm the god of this bitch." You shout down to them, slamming your hands on top of the plastic tube slide making a hollow thudding noise that echoes dully in the cool night air.

Billy lets out a snort while Stu lets out loud bark of a laugh. "What? You don't find me powerful enough? Fine you don't get to watch the shooting stars up here with me." You promptly stick your middle fingers up "Have fun on wood-chips!" You playfully sneer, the bright smile on your face portraying the playfulness.

"Not if I can get up there!" Stu says sprinting to the metal platforms that lead up to the playground. You let out a dramatic gasp and race to them as well, giggling the whole time.

Billy looked on with a soft smirk, he eyed the playground and tried to find another way up, spotting a rock wall he snuck around while you jokingly wrestled Stu.

Billy climbed up the rocks, quietly sneaking up onto the playground, tip toeing his way behind you and locked eyes with Stu who smirked.

Billy wrapped his arms around your middle and hauled you back, making you let out a genuine frightened yelp.

"Billy!" You scolded before giggling breathlessly "Fine you two can come up here with me." You say squirming out of Billy's arms you smile up at the starry sky.

Stu sets down a blanket, and sits down on it. You follow and sit next to him leaning your head on his shoulder. Billy lays his head in your lap.

You hum a soft tune and relax into your boys, you and Stu's rings clicking together when you join hands.

Not long after twinkling streaks of light begin to dot the sky and you sigh.

"I don't think there's anywhere else I'd rather be." Billy says softly, and you nod with an awestruck smile not losing your focus on the lights. "Same." Stu says.

You don't notice their gazes locked on you and not the sky.

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-id be fucking dumb not to mention that you all regularly fuck with the radio station when you can.

- you like your job but it's funny to let Stu or Billy just say some dumb shit on air. Nothing too scandalous so you don't get taken off sir but enough to get a solid laugh out of you.

- Stu normally tells what I can boil down to 'haha funny penis joke' and Billy's a little more sophisticated. ('haha funny penis joke but less obvious' basically)

- let me be perfectly clear, Stu and Billy couldn't give less of a shit about what you look like, but the fact you're bigger than the both of them makes them all sorts of soft.

- they call you their 'big bear' and have accidentally called you that multiple times in public (mainly Stu going 'big bear!' when he sees you, he says it's an accident but it may be just to see the panic on everyone's face for a second.)

- Stu likes to wrestle you, especially if you're playing around or in general rough housing. He sometimes pretends it's just guys being guys but it's really just to be close to you in public. He also likes the feeling of trying to overpower you because he's definitely not in charge with Billy, but you're nice enough to let him pretend for a little bit.

- in an AU where they don't die, somehow aren't caught for their crimes, and don't do anything dumb enough to get them killed before 2015 they see the legalization of gay marriage across the entire united states. Billy and Stu have a big fight about who gets to legally marry you, of course you're all at the altar, but whoever legally marries you will get to change the last name of the entire polycule.

- you agreed on a hyphenated name but you can only have one of their last names and both of them aren't too keen on changing their name (Billy wins, meaning you're 'Y/n Loomis-L/n' Stu's 'Stu Loomis-L/n' and billy is of course 'Billy Loomis-L/n')

- by the start of the reception Stu isn't angry anymore and keeps repeating Mr.Loomis-L/n every time he has to say something to one of you two.

- for now you three have different last names but the exact same heart.

[harus-simp]

Eyes on me

-Ricky x reader-

Warning:none

Requested: The Junhyeon x planet master!reader was awesome. Could you do one with Ricky x planet master!reader aswell? (Anonymous)

Author's note: hey there anon, thanks so much for requesting!!! I hope you really like how it came out :))

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The eliminations brought nothing but anxiety and nervousness to all contestants, including ricky. But seeing who the planet master was brought nothing but a smile to his face and to his heart.

Going into the 3rd elimination felt specially hard for the trainees as they were further into the competition, everyone was really tired and they all had gotten quite close to each other. So it was really hard already to fight with them for a spot on the finale.

As ricky and the rest of the trainees entered the well known by now place where they had been fighting for their dream the crippling anxiety and nervousness started to appear inside of them. Just the thought of their debut opportunity slipping through their hands was heartbreaking.

They did their little intros and headed to their assigned places to wait patiently for their new planet master to start as soon as possible.

"Who do you guys think will be the planet master"asked jeonghyeon

"I honestly don't know, they've even managed to brought Key sunbaenim, so it could be literally anybody"answered zhang hao

"Yeah"said ricky

As music started playing and the lights turned black everyone immediately went silent seeing a silhouette approaching the main stage.

"OMG isn't that y/n sunbaenim?"shouted junhyeon as you got closer to the trainees view finding their reaction adorable and heart-warming as you saw their eyes shine in excitement. But you were specially curious to see someone's particular reaction.

As you bowed to all the trainees your eyes lingered a little bit longer on a blond haired guy that was watching you with an ambiguous expression, somewhere in between shock and thrill to have you right in front of him.

As you got your microphone to your mouth in order to speak you grabbed everyone's attention making the room silent on the process.

"Hello everyone, I'm actress y/n, also known as (your group name) shining princess " your last words being accompanied with the here I am signature gesture (you know, the nan binnaaaa)

You and ricky exchanged little glances at each other shortly before continuing your speech.

Ricky felt your eyes on him and flashed you the sweetest smile someone could have dedicated you ever, this not being unnoticed by ricky's team mates, as they literally saw their friend shining and sparkling once you entered the room.

As you explained the dynamics of the elimination ricky couldn't help but look at you with admiration and appreciation, a caring look present on his face and a feeling of comfort, like carresing your pet after a long day of work or watching your favourite show for the 20th time.

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After some time announcing the survivors ricky started to get quite anxious, he was scared because the highest rankings had been taken up already and the only ones left were the lower ones, although if he actually got there he would still be honoured because the star creators would have given him another opportunities to show his multiple talents on stage.

He felt somehow relieved to have you near him, as he could have someone to go to righ after the surviving announcement finished. But still, it was pretty hard to handle.

You got a little break due to the outdoor activities video that they put to reduce the tension in the room, there when all the trainees were watching the clips laughing at the funny moments and commenting things between everyone you and ricky locked eyes again making you both smile unconsciously at the sight of each other.

Looking at both sides to see if anyone noticed you started to communicate with ricky throughout signs and reading lips. You also used little gestures to get your message across as at a distance was harder to understand each other.

How you doing? you mouthed

Pretty nervous tbh

Don't be, you've got this you murmur as you made a fighting hand gesture

Right after it you proceeded to continue announcing rankings, but this time they were on the top 9. You won't lie, you were pretty nervous as well, not having called for ricky's name had surprised you as much as it has given hope, he may be one of the top 9 trainees!

As you prepared to read the number 8 you felt your heart accelerate as you tried really hard not to smile widely and just run into your boyfriend's arms.

"Congratulations for the 8th place for...Ricky!"you announced with a smile on your face

He felt his whole world being brightened up as he resisted the urge to leave everything behind and give you the biggest hug you could ever get.

He stepped into the stage and as he thanked star creators for all the support he gave you a timid look to which you responded by looking at him with a sweet smile that could be infected to almost everyone.

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The eliminations had officially finished,and although it was sad to see their friends part ways he couldn't help but feel so greatful for the position he got as an 8th rank.

As he saw you going off stage he somehow managed to sneek off following you backstage where you were waiting for him with your script still in hand.

"Congratulations for making it into the top 9 babyyyy"you said opening your arms to welcome him in a bear hug.

"Thanks"he reciprocated your action giggling softly

"You worked so hard to get there, I'm so proud"

Right in that moment he swore you could notice how his eyes literally sparkled with adoration and gratitude for your words, he saw how you looked back with the same expression,making it very hard for him to not be heels over you.

So he just went for it and leaned for a kiss, it literally made you feel fireworks as you put your arms around his shoulders and wrapped his hands around your waist. The comfort and the softness that the kiss made him feel was something he couldn't explain with words, it was purely sweet and an act of love he found so endearing.

As you separated after lingering on his lips for longer than expected you joined your foreheads together while you recovered from your beating hearts and your heavy breathes.

"Well as much as I'd love to stay here like this you've got to go ricky"

"What if I don't want to?"he asked in hopes you didn't ushered him out of the room.

"Rickyyyy"you whined.

"Alright, alright I'll get going"he said letting you go and asking for another kiss on his cheek before stepping out of the room.

You threw him an annoyed look as you gave him what he wanted.

Coming back to his team he was met with all smug grins and raised eyebrows, making him confused.

"What?"he asked

"Where were you?"

"Umm in the bathroom"he answered making up an excuse for his absence.

"Well unless you went to the second floor one the closest bathroom is at the other direction sherlock"said jay

Shit, he had been caught.

"And I think the lipstick mark you've got there says otherwise" answered uninterested zhang hao

He immediately wiped off the pretty mark he had on the corner of his lips watching them embarrassed.

"Well, how long has it been?"

"A-a couple months now"he said accepting his fate

"Well we've got plenty to catch up on so you better get started"

Yeah, he had a long way till they released him...

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[breakfastteatime]

Today's request is for the anon who asked for 'silence' (✿◡‿◡)

The pod isn’t moving anymore. It isn’t moving, and Cal can’t hear anything. It’s strange when he notices the silence. His ears have been so full of explosions, crashes, creaks, shouts and groans, he’s not sure when they stopped being real. His head is full of loose pieces, and now they’ve stopped rattling there is only silence.

Cal looks up. Master Tapal is on the deck. He’s silent too.

Clutching his master’s lightsaber, Cal feels the scarred metal slicing through his hands. He shifts his grip. Master Tapal’s presence is so powerful in his weapon. The echoes are layered, complex, a testament to Master Tapal’s dedication and discipline.

And now he’s dead. He’s dead, and it’s Cal’s fault for being too slow, too weak, not good enough, never, ever good enough. His throat burns. He’s going to cry. Since childhood, Cal’s been trained to reach for the Force when his emotions try to get the better of him, but now reaching out is like pushing a hand into broken glass. Everything around him has shattered. His master, himself, the clones, the entire galaxy. All of it. Broken. The Force is so dark, so wounded, its touch is acid in the wound. Cal pulls back. The galaxy feels so flat, so empty and he can’t bear it. He pulls into himself and blocks everything else out. He can’t reach within. He can’t. He’ll suffocate.

He clings tightly to the lightsaber, to its echoes of focus, peace, serenity, there is only the Force. His dead master’s voice is the only sound to hear, and Cal must follow his last order. It’s the only option left to him.

Hold the line.

Wait for the Council.

Trust only in the Force.

The Force is so turbulent, so full of misgivings, Cal knows he can’t step out of this escape pod looking like a Jedi. He turns his master’s lightsaber and angles its jagged edges to where his braid hangs. Cal slices it, catching it with his other hand. He glances at the woven hair. It seems so short. His master was supposed to cut it off years from now when Cal was an adult and ready to be knighted.

Cal is never going to be knighted.

Somehow, the thought doesn’t reduce him to tears. Maybe he’s used up all his emotions. He climbs out of his seat on hollow legs and tucks the severed braid under Master Tapal’s cold hands. Next, he sheds as many layers as he can until he just looks untidy. So slovenly today, Padawan. Cal uses his outer robe as a belt, wrapping the lightsaber hilt in it and strapping it to his body. The other layers he leaves on the ground. He doesn’t need them; he’s already too hot and sweaty. His face hurts, especially his jaw and neck. His hand hovers over the wound, heat pulsing out. Pain and anger circle inside. Why had the clones attacked? Why hadn’t he thought to slow them like that earlier? Master Tapal would be alive if Cal reacted faster. He’d never slowed anything like that before. That power had come out of nowhere. He remembered thinking stay back and let us go, and he made the Force give him time to escape.

Not enough time for Master Tapal though.

Silent tears pour from Cal’s eyes. They burn his face. He scrubs at them, crying out when he catches the wound. It’s a strange, startling sound. He didn’t know he could make noises like that, strangled and thin, like something slowly dying. And now his face hurts even more than before.

The pod creaks and moans around him. Cal swears the walls are closing in until he blinks and they stay in place. He’s gotta go before someone comes looking and finds two Jedi. Cal grabs a water bottle out of the emergency kit, and after a moment’s consideration, he adds a ration bar. Ready as he’ll ever be, Cal opens the hatch and beyond is the Bracca wasteland he’s spent so much time looking at from the Brave. Finally, there’s sound again. Rain. It always rains on Bracca. Good. Maybe that’ll take some of the heat out of him.

Cal knows he can’t leave Master Tapal or the pod here to be found. The knowledge of what he must do nearly undoes him, but he takes a sick pleasure knowing this awful machine will soon be gone. He moves to the controls and activates the self-destruct. The countdown starts.

He glances at Master Tapal one last time. This is not what he deserves, but it’s the best Cal can do. He is one with the Force now, and that’s what matters. There’s so much Cal should say, but the words won’t come, and he won’t dishonour Master Tapal further by crying like a baby. He’ll never cry again if he can help it. Self-destruct counting down, Cal slides out of the pod, and starts walking.

The pod explodes behind him. The shockwave throws him into the mud, coating Cal in dirt and grime. The pod is engulfed in flames so hot they press him even at this distance. Getting to his feet, Cal doesn’t look back. It’s already too late. There’s nothing there.

Wordless, he sets his gaze on the horizon and stumbles through the rain.

[fushiglow]

Here's the anon that talked about a limiter in music and it's connection to Gojo's story a couple of days ago. Firstly, I'm really glad that you found such joy in that previous ask and I'm really really glad that you followed your instinct and implemented into the story so artfully.

'In music, counterpoint is the relationship between two (or more) musical lines which are harmonically interdependent yet independent in rhythm and melodic contour.'

Once again, you did the unthinkable and produced a chapter that so beautifully wevaes the title of the chapter into it. Had me stopping several times to think things over and even throwing my phone across the room.

For me the summary of the chapter and the definition set in it showcased how they both may be brilliant on their own, both distinguished in their own work and dedicated, yet when they come together they create something more beautiful, an harmony that's so characteristically them that it's unique. How 'me' and 'you' becomes 'us' (because of course they'd be the only ones capable of making a lead single from scratch within days). Also what really struck me was the comparison of them to binary stars and how even that connects to the definition of counterpoint, since the stars may from far away appear as one, yet upon closer look they are distinguished, independent, but still caught in an everlasting dance, dependent upon each other's gravitational pull to continue it.

In regards to that, i absolutely loved how when Suguru almost played into the restraining role of the industry by deciding to morph 'blue' into something that was unrecognisable, yet easy to enjoy by the public, he immediately backtracked and comforted him, highlighting exactly why he's just far too perfect of a counterpart for the singer. He doesn't limit him, instead he helps him reach his limits, even broadening those limits, until they literally are limitless. And I just love how this is shown with how Suguru pushes Satoru for the perfect recording, even if he doesn't get it. He's willing to ruffle Satoru's feathers if it means getting him to be even better, more perfect than he already is. And the way Satoru's love for Suguru and the literally fiery passion between them seems to reawaken the passion for music within Suguru? (I'm far too curious about what had happened to the dear producer 7 years ago)

And gods...them being all domestic and soft? Sweet to one another and Suguru giving Satoru the love he had been given by his mother so generously, openly and earnestly, as if it came naturally. I'm not tearing up, not at all..

Generally, this whole chapter is a work of art and it just cements how they're meant for each other.

Thank you and sorry for rambling!

COME OFF ANON AND BE MY FRIEND PLEASE 🙏 I am obviously kidding, I entirely respect your choice to remain anonymous but god... I want to kiss your brain!

Once again, you had me screaming the place down because you interpreted this exactly the way I intended, even making the connection to the binary stars. I literally want to shout this analysis from the rooftops, because it's spot on!

I always knew I wanted to bring the idea of counterpoint into play at this point and wondered how I could signpost the theme to readers without putting it in the text itself. Honestly, shout out to @bunnieshoneys for the chapter title idea! I love how their choice of title in coanda effect sets the tone for the chapter ahead so, realising that I'd already set some precedent with limiting in the introduction, it seemed like the obvious choice (side note: I'm damn proud of 'prosody' for chapter six 👀). I didn't even set out to marry counterpoint to the binary stars; they were two separate metaphors that naturally evolved together over time — and isn't that just perfect?

~insert unwieldy thoughts about subtext being subconscious to some degree for both writer and reader~

I alluded to this before, but it's difficult to find the balance between being too heavy-handed and too hands-off with my metaphors. In the end, I try to trust my gut and trust the reader — and you continually bolster my faith in my instincts! I assume you did this on purpose, but I got extremely excited by the fact that you described Suguru as the perfect 'counterpart', literally personifying him as a musical line that complements Satoru's. God, this means everything!

You're probably my ideal reader, so please NEVER apologise for rambling! I'm incredibly grateful to have you along for the ride ♥️ If you pop into my inbox again (god, I hope you do!), I'd love to know if you have any kind of background in music yourself because your grasp of counterpoint in particular intrigues me! I hope that's not rude, it's one of those things where I'm too familiar with these concepts to imagine how easy or difficult they are to grasp from scratch... I just want to know your brain, anon!

By the way, the part about Suguru's mother was such a lovely change of pace for me, so I'm really glad you enjoyed that. Actually, I'm just really glad you're enjoying the fic in general, thank you so much again for everything!

[ender-goo]

May I request some Stryker x Kabal fluff? Please?

Anon i haven't written a single thing for months now so this is probably hot garbage but- here you go, hope you like it (and im really hoping here).

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"Oh crap, you're burning!" Kabal shouted after taking Stryker's temperature, he was feeling a little sick before going to bed last night, and when he woke up he found himself with a fever, probably gotten from work.

"Relax, love, is not that bad-" Stryker wasn't at all worried about it, it was nothing he couldn't handle, he's had a billion fevers before, especially as a child.

But Kabal was worried, he was even considering taking Stryker to the hospital, just in case it was something worse, but at the same time he wasn't risking a billion dollar bill.

Stryker did like this kind of attention though, he thought it was adorable for Kabal to worry about him, he just didn't want him to worry too much.

"Well, i'm getting myself some food-" Stryker tried to stand up from the bed, but Kabal immediatly stopped him, grabbing his shoulders and forcing him to sit in bed again.

"Don't even think about it, Kurt! Damnit, let me take care of you!" Kabal argued, kind of annoyed, "I'll get you the food myself."

"You'll have to-" Stryker made a pause to cough, " You'll have to stop me, cinnamon, cuz this damn fever won't."

An idea hit Kabal, liked it or not, he will take care of Stryker, even if he puts resistance.

"Lie down." Kabal ordered.

"Nah." Stryker replied with a snarky smile on his lips. Kabal then pushed Stryker down to the matress and pinned him there, as his free hand reached to the end of the blanket.

"What are you dooiiiiing?" Stryker asked, half jokingly half confused, Kabal then started rolling him into the blanket and that's when Stryker understood what was going on.

"There's no way-"

"Gotta keep you to stay still one way or another."

Stryker put up no resistance, however, he found it amusing the lenghts Kabal would go to keep him from harm... As small as it may be.

After like a minute or so, Kabal was done.

"There we go." Kabal panted, he didn't remember Stryker being so heavy, "I turned you into a burrito."

"Burrito Stryker, heh." Stryker giggled at the sheer stupidity of the situation, Kabal's dedication was admirable, though.

"Now you'll stay there and let me take care of you." Kabal walked towards the door, leaving to the kitchen

"I just don't want you to worry too much, you know?" Stryker lifted his head to see where Kabal was, "I know how you can get sometimes."

Kabal sighed "I know... I know, i'm just-

"Afraid to lose me?" Stryker finished Kabal's sentence for him, they've had this conversation before in the past, Stryker's already memorized it.

Kabal went back to bed and sat next to Stryker, caressing his hair. "Tired of hearing that already, eh?"

"You'll never lose me, cinnamon, besides, is just a fever, give it a few days and i'll be good as new."

"You're right, you're right." Kabal agreed "Sorry-"

"You big dummy... I'd hug you if i could, but-"

"I can fix that." Kabal then lied in bed and cuddled Stryker, still wrapped in the burrito, "There we go."

"...But you may get sick too."

"Don't care"

That got a laugh out of Stryker, his husband sure worried a little too much, but that just made him love him more, it was nice to have someone that cares.

"You still want something to eat?" Kabal asked

"Nah, stay here, i like the extra warmth"

So Kabal stayed and cuddled him, Stryker kinda wished he could cuddle back but whoops, giant burrito wrap, but he didn't mind, as long as Kabal was there, it was enough.

[utilitycaster]

“Chaotic” players anon here, thank you for your response I appreciate the agreement in theory and disagreement in practice! I’ve been chatting about it with friends and I hard agree that direct communication prevents many problems at tables, I suppose I was coming at the issue of refusal to engage with a GM with the lens of “if this player runs a short campaign, they may come to appreciate a GM’s role more than their current point of view does”. I think these types of players view their games in the same way as people view one-shots (shout-out to the WBN fireside discussion on connection to the world and one-shots) and that while shutting down their refusal at the table can also work, I wonder would trying to lift them out of that one-shot mindset by asking them to run a short game that doesn’t allow for a one-shot mindset would challenge that mindset.

Hey anon!

This is actually a really interesting question that has led me to try and break down that sort of situation. I think there's a lot of reasons why someone might play that "chaotic" type of character and I think the methods of dealing with them probably need to account for that. I will freely admit I lean heavily towards the cynical "this person is being an asshole" side, certainly more so than Brennan (who I think is rightfully influenced by the fact that a lot of his 'problem players' have also been like, twelve-year-old kids at summer camp and often it is the adult GM's responsibility to make them care more) but that's probably not always true.

If the issue is the player doesn't feel connected to the world, then that's a conversation, and it could end any number of ways - maybe they need to reassess their character and build one more connected to this world; maybe the GM does need to communicate the plot and tie it into this character's backstory more; but also, maybe this just isn't the campaign for what they are looking to do, and it's a bad fit, and that's okay. I don't think that them running a game will necessarily help unless they're not sure what motivates them, in which case figuring out what story they want to run might help them realize what story they want to play.

If the issue is the player fundamentally sees a GM/Player relationship as a combative one, that's much harder and I don't know how to fix it. It might be a conversation, and it might be them stepping into the GM's chair for a bit to understand the considerations one must have! But also...especially when I got more mechanics questions I'd sometimes get tags and replies that really heavily indicated someone had had one bad GM and instead of saying "wow, that person sucked" blamed either the game for not shielding them from it or the institution of GM-ing and assumed this was just the norm. If that's the case, a talk might help if they are willing to trust you, but they might just need to take a break or find GM-less games. Which as you may notice is a running theme here: sometimes I don't think this player and this GM will be happy at the same table, and that's okay, and the chaos is happening because this is just not working.

If the player is just dedicated to an identity of "I'm chaotic and wacky!" that is definitely a conversation similar to the first but slightly more stern, and I think if they're the kind of person who can be snapped out of it by taking a spin in the GM role then sure, let them be on the receiving side and come back with a new perspective. But again, some people genuinely want to just be wacky, plotless, and chaotic, and I don't care for it but in the end they need to find a table that does want this.

Just all-around: If it's an issue of the player not realizing the effect this has on the GM and other players, a conversation might fix it and sitting them in the GM's chair, if they're willing, might give them an appreciation for what it means to be a GM and how you as a GM want your players to engage rather than ignore. But I do think one needs to keep in mind that this also might be a person who is just incompatible with what you want to do, and they'd be just as chaotic and plotless as a GM and see no issue with it.

[malka-lisitsa]

My blog may be only like 5 months old, but I managed to hit a pretty big milestone for followers anyway! Wanted to say thank you to all of you who follow me and subscribe to the cult of Katherine. Even if we don't interact or write I really do appreciate your follow and support. I adore all the random anons I get, you guys make being here so much fun and Im so glad that you chose to follow me.

While I love all of you there are a few people I would like to escpecially thank for my rpc family wouldn't be the same without them!

@baby-royalty - You were my first follow on this site, we were DRAWN to each other. It has been a pleasure and a privilege helping Lizzy develop more into her own person. As far as OC Dathrine children are concerned you will always be my one and only, I love you endlessly. Obiche tem Zvezdichke.

@multi-royalty - Dat my bes fran, she a rl bad bitch. The Caroline to my Elena. Seeing you grow and improve as a writer while you explore your wide range of characters has been so heart warming to see. You have a knack for being able to pick up just about any character youre asked to and do them proficiently, which is a skill not everyone posesses! But no matter who youre writing, you will always be my favourite Caroline. xoxo

@hybrid-royalty-main - U R A SCRUB. But despite that I have to admit I am impressed with how fully you have dedicated yourself to the RPC and become such a large part of my affilliates circle. You play all of my boys and then also my tormenter and you do them all so well. Red string Stefrine is what the world DESERVED in tvd, and I am so pleased to give you the chance to write it with me <3 muwah muwah.

@sonofmikael/@bunnyblooded - I WAITED THREE WHOLE MONTHS from the moment I joined and found your blog I waited with baited breath to see if you would EVER come back. Then I was alerted and worked my way into your notifications and then BOOM. Follow back. I was so excited, and then YOU HAD A STEFAN BLOG TOO??? I mean, mostly built for a klefan AU which i mean i guess I forgive you Stefrien supremacy but really where its AT?? Our Stelena is something special. Idk how or why, but I write my favourite Stelena stuff with you, it just flows so beautifully. NOW IF ONLY YOU WOULD DO YOUR DRAFTS- jk. I love you. But really.

@faiththesinfulslayer - GIRL????? GIRL???? When we first started interacting I did NOT expect their relationship to evolve into what it has. Faith and Katherine are just one of my fave pairings because they GET each other in a way not many other's can. Its so important to them and FOR THEM you know? I adore seeing you on my dash and even tho she will deny it to the end of time Katherine and I DO notice when youre gone and we DO miss you both. We are always waiting to see our girls active and killin it on the dash <3 know that you are very loved.

A few other mentions that make my dash amazing. I love seeing all of you pop up in my notifications and my feed. All of you are amazing writers with wonderful grasps on your characters and you all have made my experience here on this blog more amazing than I could have asked for. From banter to deep dive angst and character development, writing with you guys has made my experience amazing. I am very happy to be mutuals and write with all of you.

@tobeblamed @touchedbydestiny @ladamedemartel @lordofthestrix @deceptivemorals @witch3d @townwxtch @siiinfultemptation @jeremydied @wonkrugona @tricursed @viikingwitch @seesgood @langdhon @tormentias @demone-volpe @sindicate @hcpemikaelscn @roshale @ofwaywardsunshine @salvatoraes @klaeus

And just a quick shout out to a few more special people-

The OC hall of fame, the love and devotion you have for your characters is inspiring and I am heavily invested in them on my dash.

@unbearablyindifferent @ravenskeeper @demonstigma

Katherine ESPECIALLY adores bothering Sarah and Alice. &lt;3

Thank you all again for your love and support! If you weren't mentioned don't worry! It's nothing personal, these are just the blogs that have been my faves for a large part of my 5 or so months in this RPC. I can't wait to see what the future holds for me as a writer and on this blog, but I hope you all are a part of it <;3

[circulars-reasoning]

im sorry about anons being shitty to you again :/ but i really appreciate you sharing stuff like that- the actual harm endos have caused, but without generalising it as all endos. there's a tendency for pro-endo folks to just kinda ignore all the harm endos have and still do cause, and anti-endos making it out to be all endos and always intentionally malicious. i'm really glad you're able to still be rational about it.

i really hate endo spaces because misinformation like that runs rampant and there's little to no attempts to stop it, it really seems like they're just making things up...

i'm sorry that stuff happened to you, and that you ended up in those spaces. i hope youre doing well now. i really appreciate you talking about it, even if just to highlight how endos and endo-typical misinformation can harm people.

Thank you. It’s very nice to have someone comment on all that. It really messed me up. I’m going on a vacation today - literally leaving in about 40 minutes or so - and it’ll be 4 and a half hours in a car. I have horrific car anxiety now, so much so that I regularly scream and have panic attacks while in the passenger seat because a car 5 lengths away braked.

It’s. A lot. My partner thankfully has helped me calm down a lot, but that was an incredibly traumatic experience for me.

Regardless, I’ve got friends on both sides of the debate. Not everyone is malicious, not everyone is evil - actually, I firmly believe that the majority of people on both sides are well meaning and only human. It’s a vocal minority who is the fucking awful ones, and generalizing both communities to match that vocal minority is wrong.

I’m in better spaces now. Spaces dedicated to debunking claims, or recovery in general. Shout out to Survivors Network (my second home at this point), the Debunking Server (my endo friends need some love), the Rings&Alexandrites server (I’m sorry I’m such a lurker), and especially the SiM server (y’all are really magic to me). You’ve made me feel safe to be a system online and it helps a lot.

[rammgender]

[ID: A screenshot of a set of Tumblr tags, that say "#This was the reason to delete my coining blog lol #probably I am rlly bad at english and also I was new to the community #so at first I really didn't get for what those IDs are #I tried do them anyway but I was too stupid for it #after seeing posts like this I deleted my blog due to anxiety #maybe normal posts about IDs don't get that much attention so only agressive mess pops out #in conclusion if you're not a native english speaker with internet acces 24/7 #running a coining blog isn't really for you". /End ID.]

ok re: the previous tags on this, i'm genuinely sorry that posts like this made you so anxious that you deleted your blog (i really do understand, i get that way about certain things that cross my dash), but that is not the point of the post at all. also the rest of this is not mad at you at all, just trying to explain myself further.

image ids are important, yes, but i also understand they can be incredibly hard to write, especially if you don't know how to describe things. that's why there's lots of blogs that are willing to help out! @accessmogai and @mogai-transcriber to shout out a few :]

this post in particular was not about image ids specifically for the reason that there's conflicting needs there! some people genuinely cannot write ids, and i think they should be pointed to people who will help out rather than being shamed!

this post was about people who type in the different fonts on the site, use colored text, put a bunch of copy/paste symbols in for aesthetic, and type using quirks capitalizing or putting in lowercase random letters, stuff like that. that's all stuff that takes more time and effort in the first place than just writing a plain coining post, and at this point seems to be entirely out of spite considering the amount of initially kind anon asks that have been sent to them!

and it's really frustrating! because i, even as someone without visual impairment (besides like... needing glasses), can't even read these posts! so many people have left the community entirely because these blogs refuse to do the simple thing of keeping their posts accessible and instead continue to add all sorts of inaccessible fluff just for the aesthetic

and if you aren't a native english speaker/struggle with phrasing/etc. you're still very welcome in the community! your experiences should be shared, and you shouldn't have to feel excluded from being a coiner for any reason. if there's things you want help with, again, there's lots of blogs dedicated to doing just that!

anyway ^ hope this cleared things up and that the addition doesn't come off as too harsh or blunt

ok. i'm genuinely so fucking sick and tired of being nice about this and not saying anything. evidently it seems the people who try to be nice about this are just ignored, and this is seriously a massive issue with our community.

this is a not super kindly worded message to every single coiner who uses heavy typing quirks, excessive amounts of spaces, colored text, ascii symbols, and what have you especially when there's no translations or the translations are hidden under a cut or at the end of a post.

have a fucking sliver of respect for visually impaired people. please. your coining posts are entirely inaccessible to those who need screenreaders, and half the time even i'm struggling to read them without needing one. i've seen at least 5 posts about this in the last few months and there has been zero change. in fact, i think even more blogs who use this format have popped up!

so fix it. your passive ableism is not fucking cutesy and fun in the slightest. no excuses, especially since typing in plain text is significantly faster.

and if this post makes you upset, you should really re-evaluate how inclusive you actually are.

[righteousness-and-tea]

those hcs were so cute! 🥰 can i request Junko, Celeste and Sonia again fangirling whenever idol!s/o performs on stage?

I'm happy to oblige! This is a fun continuation, so thanks for requesting again. For those of you interested, it's a follow-up to this post. Have a lovely night, anon!

-Mod Celeste

Junko Enoshima, Celestia Ludenberg, and Sonia Nevemind fangirling over their male! idol s/o:

Junko:

-It was the night of one of your biggest shows. You managed to get her a great seat, right in front of the stage!

-She got all dressed up (plus a silly t-shirt with you on it-- it made you both laugh) to see you. It was a special occasion!

-She was effervescent through the entire concert, dancing and shouting to you, but then came your ballad-- her song.

-Junko knew that, out of everyone there in that crowd, you were singing to her and her alone. In that moment it was just her and her wonderfully talented boyfriend, singing like a seraphim into her ears.

-She cried. Junko doesn't feel all of the same emotions you and I do, not usually. But you got through to her. Joyful tears streamed down her face.

-Later that night she was over the moon. "OhmygodIcan'tbelieveyousangourspecialsongtomeatyourbigshow!! Aaaaaaah!"

Celeste:

-It was a more low-key show than usual, with your group taking on a more acoustic, intimate feeling for the night.

-Celeste was in the audience, having recently gotten into your music. She was curious to see your skills in person. At this point you weren't dating yet-- but that would soon change.

-You and the guys performed the set with charm and personality, but as you did, you kept looking over at her. Surprisingly, her gaze met yours every time.

-Celeste was enraptured. Your sound, the way you truly reach the audience-- it was nothing she'd ever heard before. Then, at the end of the show, you boldly invite her to the backstage meet-and-greet.

-She'd talked to you before no problem! But after seeing you perform in the flesh, her poker face melted away along with her composure.

-"You were truly special out there, y/n! I... I've never heard anyone sing like you have, it's-- you're incredible!!" She's only ever stumbled on her words around you.

-That was the night she realized she'd fallen in love with you.

Sonia:

-The princess had seen you perform so many times, loving each more than the last.

-Today, like usual, she was decked from head to toe in your idol group's merchandise. She looked adorable!

-Your relationship was kept quiet for a long time, what with her being a princess and your agency's strict rules on dating.

-But on this night, you'd decided to show her your dedication. Before starting your hit song, you said: "this song goes out to my amazing girlfriend, Sonia! I love you so much."

-Her eyes lit up. This was the grandest thing anyone's done for her, and that means something from actual royalty. She looked like she'd float away on a cloud of pure happiness.

-And luckily for the two of you, it only caused more success. A legendary couple in the making, as many put it!

[free-use-renfri]

Diego x Fem!Reader

Could I have a one-shot of Diego from Umbrella Academy sneaking off with his girlfriend (reader) to do a predator/prey kind or CNC scene off in an abandoned house off on the outskirts of a town with an ending of soft aftercare and cuddles!

A/N This takes place before the series starts, back when he was an officer. Thank you Telltale anon for being a lovely beta (it would like to note that Diego is wearing tactical cargo shorts), and I would like to note that I am very, very sorry if this is cringy, I’m a lesbian and it’s obvious I don’t know what I’m doing here. Also I don’t think I can write CnC with men, sorry anon ^^.

Wordcount: 1663 Minors DNI Warnings for Primal, PIV, and not-minor safe content.

“Are you sure you’re good?” You heard a female voice from the phone, which was on speaker. Diego never put his phone on speaker, so it struck you as a bit odd. Everything about this date struck you as odd, but you were enjoying it so far. For the past 30 minutes, the two of you had been circling each other around two abandoned warehouses on the edge of the city. One was supposed to catch the other, but you didn’t know if you were the predator or the prey here. While listening to him talk to Eudora over the phone, you made a guess- it could be whoever caught the other. 

You flexed your hands, gripping onto the side of the large crate, when he said ‘love you, see you tomorrow’. Even though he wasn’t with her, something possessive fluttered in your chest. He put the phone away and looked around, though it didn’t seem as if he spotted you. Diego ducked behind another crate, out of your line of sight. You hooked one foot on the edge of the crate you hid behind, and slowly pulled yourself on top of the crate. From your new vantage point, you could see him again… and he saw you. Your partner gave you the shittiest grin he could muster and darted off into the shadows again, out of your limited line of sight. Without thinking about it, you followed. 

To keep your vantage point, you decided to jump from the top of one crate to another rather than get on the ground and chase him by foot. The wood underneath your feet creaked. The warehouse was silent outside of your steps and his steps, which were much lighter on the concrete floor. He hooked a left, and a moment later, you hooked a left. He curved to the right, and you were right behind him. For a while, you matched him stride for stride, his dark grey sweatshirt the only thing that distincted him from the near darkness. You focused on it so closely, with such dedication, that your steps got sloppy. You didn’t even notice your feet left the top of the last crate in an odd way until you were falling forward, and you made a desperate reach for the edge of the next crate-

Instead of falling flat onto the ground, you got a knuckle-bruising hold onto the edge of it. Your feet dangled about a foot up from the ground, but you knew, if you stayed on the ground, you would lose your view of him. A moment later, that didn’t matter. You shouted in alarm when something strong wrapped around your waist, and you were pulled downward. Even though you tried to kick and struggle, and should’ve been able to get out of the grip, all of the training you had left your mind. He soon had you pinned to the ground, face down, and one knee on the center of your back.

“Are you done yet?” The smug smirk on his face was audible, and your shoulders hurt like a bitch.

“Like hell I’m done,” You retorted. You tried to flex your hands, but his grip kept them above your head and tight. 

“You sure about that? Because I don’t see how you could get out of this.” And to someone looking down upon you, he would be right. But with enough adrenaline in your system from the chase, you were far from done. You hooked your left leg around the one he wasn’t pressing into your back, and jerked him hard to the side. Diego landed on his back, still with a grip on your hands, but now you were on top of him. He went down flailing and kicking, and after another struggle, you ended up with him pinned. Diego looked up at you, staring almost directly into your chest, while you held his hands to his stomach.

“Are you done yet?” You threw the words back into his face.

He cocked his eyebrow, but before he could even consider struggling, you released his hands. “Now, what did we come here for? Right. Now that the chase is over, get your pants off, you asshole.”

You shifted your shirt off, until you were just left in a sheer undershirt, and he pulled the waistband of his tactical shorts down to his knees. You had to move off top of him to get your khakis unbuttoned, but that let him move away a bit, and prop himself up against the nearest crate. It was an awkward moment to follow suit of him, divested of any sort of clothing outside of that covering your chest, before straddling his hips. During the heat of the moment, he was usually more of a talker, but this time he was grinning up at you almost wildly. When Diego reached out for your shoulder, you swatted his hand away and shifted around to get more comfortable on his hips.

You sneered back down at him and slowly settled yourself on his cock. Diego wasn’t particularly large, actually, he was pretty average, but it wasn’t that bad. He definitely knew how to use his hands, or his mouth if needed. You ground down against him, and a groan left your lips.

“Need help?” He offered, and reached for your hips, but instead of swatting them away, you placed your hands on top of his. The two of you started with some speed, which was normal with him. He gripped your hip hard enough you thought it would bruise, while his other hand moved from where it had been guiding you on his cock to stroke your clit. 

Soon enough, the two of you fell into a rhythm. Even with the draft of the night air in the warehouse, your skin felt like it was on fire. The adrenaline that stirred inside of him during the chase was redirected into making you feel like your soul was being ripped from your body through your slit, and gods, was he good at that. But you were never one to be in active during sex, so you gave it your all and ground back against him. Your hands moved to his shoulders, and your head fell forward to sink your teeth into his neck. Diego grunted in pain, and pulled you down harder against him in response. Still gripping onto the tense flesh of his clavicle, you let out a strained noise of pleasure. It hurt a bit, of course, but you liked that. No matter what you would say later, the thrill of the chase made your blood feel warm in the same way pain alighted pleasure under your skin. 

“Fuck,” He muttered under his breath, with a rather sharp snap of his hips up into yours. You gasped, and finally let go of his neck. When you opened your eyes again, a mark was left clearly in the skin. A grin of satisfaction rose on your face for a brief moment until he rolled his hips up against yours again, and a pathetic whine fell from your lips. 

“Fuck you, and speed up your god damn hand,” you panted, without any real venom behind it, and he obeyed. 

“Is that enough?” He taunted, his thumb running tight circles around your clit. Diego kept you going at a steady rhythm, even when your hips started to stutter and jerk.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, gods-” You felt yourself tighten around him, and your thighs tightened around his sides. Your vision got a bit fuzzy, your throat became hoarse, and the world narrowed down to just the two of you as you fell over the edge. 

There wasn’t much going on in the next few minutes, at least from your perspective. Your muscles slowly relaxed, and you felt him spill inside of you. The two of you panted together, your head rested against his chest and his head leaning back against the crate. Once you gained your ability to speak again, you muttered, “You’re sweaty.”

“Great observation, genius. You stink too,” The words held no weight, and you chuckled. Any other night, you would ride him into the sunset, but something sluggish held onto you tonight. And you guessed it held onto him too. After a little while, you leaned off of his chest and sat up, before groggily rolling off of him to go get your clothes. Instead of redoing your pants again, you just pulled them up, buttoned the top button, and let them hang open a bit. He stood up, a little less steadier than you, and brought his boxers and shorts back to his thighs.

“Nice plaid boxers. Makes you seem like you’re packing more than you are.” Bickering was a love language.

“Nice shirt. Makes your tits look bigger than they are.” And it was one he responded to well.

You hobbled back to his car, and you would bet it looked like a walk of shame. By the time you got back, you seemed mostly situated, but flopped down in his back seat like a drunk. He did the same, wrapping his arm over your shoulder despite the weird angle. You blinked, slowly and carefully, and stared at the lamp across the street.

“Don’t fall asleep on me here, at least let me get you back to my place before you pass out,” Diego interjected, but he didn’t make any effort to move.

“Fucking watch me,” You muttered, and promptly fell asleep on his shoulder.

[sneasedtomeetyou]

//I'm supposed to be trying to get back to sleep but I have a lot of thoughts about this watching the community grow and change. It's strange to say I was here before stakes tags and before published advice guides and before resource blogs and dedicated rotomblr ask games. I've watched and been a part of many of these things, and I know you have been here for a lot of this too so this isn't news to you hah. That said, I see a lot of those changes in my interactions over time.

When I started this blog I was in college and without a job, I could dedicate a large portion of my time to being in front of a computer and send asks in between essay writing or studying. With a full time job that has me on my feet all day and a house with subpar internet that sort of availability isn't possible anymore at least for me. I imagine similar life changes have happened for a lot of folks. And sometimes the motivation to do these larger scale things after constantly upping the stakes can tire people out. People move on.

Even before that though the decline in interactions was noticeable from the other end too. I used to regularly receive asks from anons with their own plot lines, asking Casi questions about raising fighting types (a concept that otherwise rarely comes up. I tend to forget Hisuian Sneasels are actually fighting types primarily, poison types secondarily) and their journey finding and raising a sliterwing. As far as I know plotlines like this didnt link back to an existing account, it was folks playing around with these ideas and seeing where they could go. Now if I get an ask from an anon that isn't ask game related it's someone putting their feelers out for a blog they're in the process of making—its an advertisement of sorts. Once it was actually a literal advertisement. I didn't post that one. That isn't a bad thing necessarily but it's a tangible shift in the thinking behind these asks. People are interacting because it benefits them or because a blog specifically asked people to interact through ask games and sometimes outright saying "this is an arc you can interact with. please send questions," rather than because they want to poke and prod at a specific character to see how they react to things.

And during that time I got a lot of presumptuous asks too. Ones that roped me into things I did not want to participate in, ones that crossed boundaries I didn't even realize I needed to set because this sort of community wasn't like other role-playing communities I had been a part of. For example, I didn't know I needed to tell people to not literally take Casi's advice on how to take care of real animals based on when she's talking about poisonous punching cat weasels. And there's an instinctual snarky response a lot of us adopted for reacting to asks that didn't align with our canon. Muses react skeptically to legendaries, they push back against contradictory headcanons on how certain pokemon or people behave. I do wonder if that culture of "presumptuous anons" and the snarky ways we reply to them gave the impression things were closed off and unfriendly to new users tho.

I do sometimes ask myself when I'm deleting my only disconnected ask in weeks where someone is shouting about ultra beast-human hybrids (this is not a real ask btw, no one is being put on blast here) if I'm part of my own interaction problem. If I wasn't so picky about my canon maybe things would pick back up again. Not sure if that's actually the case. Even as someone who doesn't check numbers often there was a very clear point in my activity where notes and follower counts stagnated when previously the growth was pretty absurd. I grew rapidly then just have been coasting off that for a while. Establishing new blogs after that became much harder. Back when I started you really could get popular of an ask game and a few memes that break containment. Especially when I'd go out of my way to send asks to whoever reblogged my ask game for the first few hundred notes.

A lot of the people here end up disliking each other for some reason or another too. That isn't even any sort of moral judgement, that's just life! You meet a lot of people that all have ideas of how this community can be run and inevitably you don't get along with everyone. The ways you write don't mesh, you write stuff they're sensitive to, or maybe you just have bad experiences with them. Once you start icing a few people out then you ice out people who interact with them and that snowballs into cliques. I recall at one point actually striving somewhat for finding that "canon bubble" of people who more or less had similar ideas for the pokemon universe and certain events so that we could write under that shared canon, but what that really is is finding a clique of writing buddies. Then you only wanna write with them because it's easier, there's comparatively less to negotiate with a regular rp partner over a complete stranger. Then they leave the community or leave behind particular muse(s) and suddenly that bubble pops and you sorta start over again. That can be hard to figure out after a period of time of interacting primarily with familiar people. It can be daunting on both sides. Your followers might not realize these are open calls for interactions, and you aren't sure how to begin to ask for that openness again.

Idk I'm tired and hope this doesn't come across as whiny. I'm more musing about how tangible that climate shift in the community really is. I don't even think I necessarily want the way things were to come back, but things have changed and people have noticed that.

//Kinda miss the early days of Pokémon IRL. Felt more open, and more like a community instead of a buncha different cliques tied together. Biggest thing is people interacted with each other more. More asks going around, more reblogs with commentary, more friendliness to the little guys. More... communal joy's the best way to put it.

//And like I'm an established figure who's been around since January last year. I've had multiple bigger blogs, I'm friends with people with bigger blogs, I'm able to get stuff off the ground with way less relative difficulty than other people. So while the shift's affected me, it ain't been as bad as it's been for the people WITHOUT connections. But I've still noticed it.

//And if my 200+ follower blog gets one or two asks at MOST from a given ask game, what do you think the newbie with 30 followers gets?

//Beyond interaction, there's also an issue with the community being less welcoming than it was before. Time was, when a new blog showed up, we'd pass around the pinned in ooc reblogs to get the word out. People'd send asks to greet the new person. And that doesn't happen anymore.

//People've even started refusing the "reblog if I can interact with you" posts, which were the one way left for newcomers to the community to discover others and be discovered and find their circles. And yes, a lot of the more recent ones have been barebones, without much detail on why you should be interested in that character. But that's ALWAYS been a common trait of those, and besides... saying anyone can interact with you is announcing your door is unlocked. Saying that this anxious newbie in particular IS allowed to interact is opening your door for them. Can they get in either way? Yes. But one of those options makes it much more obvious that the door can be opened, as well as coming across as much more welcoming.

//And is some of this rose tinted glasses? Probably, sure. No community's perfect, and there's ALWAYS big guys and little guys. But that doesn't mean that we as a community can't do better.