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astrasng · 7 hours ago

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skin to skin with nct dream 𓍼ོ

→ summary: dream is infinitely in love with you.

→ warning: nothing but tooth rotting sweetness.

→ a/n: happy valentines week to everyone ♡ make sure to treat yourself to something delicious and stay hydrated! ♡

here's the masterlist to the event ^^

enjoy!♡

──── ⋆˚࿔ mark

his warm skin on yours makes your heart bloom like no others - his pure love radiating off his body whenever he's close to you. sleeping together the first time gave mark nearly a heart attack from the realization of how much he loves you, his heart beating faster than usual. but the first time being skin to skin with each other? mark thinks he could die like this. bathed in your warm prescence, your body pressing against him in an intimate, and sensual way. the sun peeking through from the shutters as it hits your smooth skin, he can't stop the feeling to trace the light with his finger as your body is still in deep slumber. how magnificent the body is - mark thinks, but not because of how intimate you two can be, rather because how fascinating it is to him that such a beautiful soul like yours is still blooming even asleep. your body never stopping from producing warmness, mark can feel it when he ghosts his palm over your arm or chest, his eyes mesmerized by the way you let out puffs of air. he observes how your nose ocasionally flutter when taking a breath - or when you snuggle your face closer to his chest when turned over, out of reflex at this point. he smiles, his beating heart against your face makes you smile in your dream. mark thinks this is heaven when seeing the light now shining on your face. he slowly, but surely, takes his palm and covers the sunshine for you.

──── ⋆˚࿔ renjun

you could count the freckles on renjun's bare back - you think. and you want to. your eyes scan over his sleeping form, his arms wrapped around your soft waist like he doesn't want to let go, his eyebrows softly furrowed like he's having troubles. the caressing feeling lulled renjun to sleep a few minutes ago, thinking that all his worries got chased away by your touch. renjun truly loves your soft, delicate hands on his body, magically always helping him to sleep when needed. your hand in his hair, or drawing shapes of love on his skin made him fall into a dream way quickly than he likes to admit - only because he wants to stay up and talk with you. your heart beating against him made him relax even more, knowing that you are here with him, warm against him. but tonight feels different. he stirrs awake against his will, turning on his back and away from your body even as he doesn't want to. people tend carry all their problems and worries on their shoulders, the weight making them muscles sore and aching with pain. renjun carries them at the base of his stomach - he doesn't know why. he gets stomach aches from the to time when stressed, his cramps ruining usually his sleep. "your stomach again?" you'd ask with a small sigh, which renjun only nods to quietly. you know how he feels, so you wrap your arms around him this time, your warm palm flattening on the centre of his body and renjuns feels his worries going away in a second. this time, he doesn't close his eyes and drift to sleep. he turns his head towards you and pulls you even closer, kissing the top of your head. "i feel like i don't deserve your touch." he says, your skin almost melting with his - at least that's how he feels. he truly feels like your body is slowly becoming one with his, and he wishes nothing more but to be with you forever in moments like these.

──── ⋆˚࿔ jeno

the warm steam makes his skin crawl at the same time you step into the shower, your hands immedietly landing on his bare back. his breath hitches as he feels your hands roaming all over his back, slowly inching forward to his well-defined abs and chest.he shivers at your touch, his head falling back slowly, pressing his face next to yours slightly. "i missed you" you would say with your hands softly massaging his sore muscles, helping him relax under the hot steam and your touch. jeno loves being raw with you. bare skin pressed to his bare back, words shortened so talking is not something burdening to do. breathing in each other's breath and saying the words "i missed you too" almost makes the both of you dizzy. it's calm, it's safe.the proximity is somethink unwordly, jeno feels his body incredibly at peace like no other times. being naked with each other and not in a sexual way naturally awakens something inside the both of you, just the raw prescence making you realize how far your relationship has gotten. as jeno feels your hand wrapping around him he can't help but take one of your hands and kiss your knuckles.

──── ⋆˚࿔ donghyuck

you feel like melting at the sight of donghyuck's beauty marks. he doesn't necessarily have any opinions on it, but the minute he feels your warm touch caressing his unshaven face around his beauty marks, it feels like heaven. he feels like his whole body is an uncontrollable blushing mess, arms and legs going numb at your touch. your fingers doesn't only trace his beautiful dots decorating his face, but also all his imperfections. small scars here and there, a few faded away acne which you find adorable especially when haechan is being sulky about it. whenever you place a sheet mask on his face you often press kisses on his birthmarks before covering it all up with a sticky layer of hydrating facemask. "why do you even like them that much?" he asks one night when you're laying your head on his bare chest, his arm propped up behind his head as his eyes are closed. you purse your lips in a small pout, the question making you sulky. "why wouldn't I like them? after all, your past lover used to kiss you there the most." to emphazise your sentence, you lightly caress his mole decorated face. "and aren't you jealous?" with a chuckle he opens his eyes and looks at you. "no. i'm everything but jealous. i'm grateful for them for creating a masterpiece like you." donghyuck can feel his heart racing at your sudden confession, his mind immedietly at ease as he finally knows why you like his birthmarks that much. but in his eyes, you're the masterpiece he's grateful for.

──── ⋆˚࿔ jaemin

it doesn't matter what part of the day it is, jaemin could do this any day, any time. holding you like this in his arms, sitting on top of him as his head is laying against your loving chest. he vividly feels your fingers snaking their ways into his hair, scratching very slightly, almost ghosting over his scalp. the feeling is unmmatched to sense his lips slowly kissing their way up to your jaw, so impossibly slow that feels like he's scared. like he's scared of you vanishing into nothing. the air around you is heavy with unspoken words that you don't have to say out loud. it's there, because you both know it. you both know you how much this moment is important, your actions speaking louder than anything else. his glossy eyes bore onto your face, flicking to your eyes when you take notice of his actions. he feels his heart swell with love whenever you look at him, often catching himself looking away from your gaze to direct his gaze at your lips like he's mentally kissing you. there's this uniqueness in him, which makes you drawn even closer to him. like his eyes are promising to bring all the stars down to you - even the whole universe just for you to keep looking at him. but what he doesn't know,,is that his eyes alone hold the whole universe - which is more than enough for you to keep looking at him.

──── ⋆˚࿔ chenle

his heart never fails to sore for you, even if he has a stern behavior from time to time. the dark room is illuminated by strings of lights above your bed as chenle scans your interwined body in the dim lights. you're chest to chest, head nuzzled in the crook of his neck, one of his hands caressing the skin on your arm. he loves seeing your body react to him, but not just in a lusted way. rather in a gentle way, his hands ranking their way all over your body when you shiver, his arms immedietly wrapping around you to keep you safe in his warm arms. at times like this, he can't help but subconsciously nuzzle his face further against yours. lips ghosting over your forehead, nose bumping against yours, eyes fluttering closed. he feels like home, knowing you are here with him in his arms. as the night fades into slowly dawn, he feels his body giving up on him. he's fighting to stay up and admire you, as long as he can. it feels like it's forever with you, your souls and bodies tied together in a way like this. he never felt this for someone else before, his heart aching to be forever with you.

──── ⋆˚࿔ jisung

jisung finds himself losing track of the thougths he wanted to say. he was never good with words, not at least verbally. he thinks showing his love for you is better in actions than anyhow else. his body moves on its own when he feels you psysically next to him,like some kind of magnet finding yours. the touch you provide him in a nurturing way makes his heart skip a beat, always thinking abot how to repay you. little does jisung know, the love and adoration he gives is enough for you to keep fighting for his love and affection. he just wants to feel you keep touching him, to hear your adorable laughing and chuckles whenever he does something slightly out of his comfort zone to show his true intentions towards you. but the favorite thing he loves to do besides just being next to you? is when he can take care of you. cooking for you as much as he can, giving you his clothes whenever you want it just simply helping you out. you often find him taking the brush out of your hands to help you do your hair after a shower, lotioning your body and smooth legs out of love. he loves touching all parts of your body,feeling the warmness in the tips of his fingers all the way to his heart.

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important!: this is pure fiction, the act in this story is by my imagination and not based off true events. please do not copy the work.

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fantasiadreamer · 1 day ago

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Introducing Fantasia Dreamer, an upcoming RPGMaker project about saving the country, but more importantly, learning how to be a better person! Differentiate between dreams and reality as you go on a journey to save your home… even though you really don’t want to.

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A few months ago, a mysterious enemy arrived on Aevis’ shores, and began their attack on the country. Their goal? To shroud the continent in a sleep so deep, even the land itself will fall into eternal slumber, lost to the realm of dreams and never to wake again.

…buuuut that’s not your problem! You’re content to stay right where you are in the little town of Concordia and keep making your potions and terrorizing the local townsfolk until someone rises to the challenge and saves the country. Surely there’s some hero out there who will stop this villain, right?

…right?

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Fight off Nightmares in standard turn-based combat!

Harness the power of magic, elemental strengths and weaknesses, and hitting things really, really hard to defeat people’s nightmares in physical form!

Master the ability to enter a world of dreams!

Use your unique abilities as a Dreamweaver to switch between the waking world and the Sleeping Realm to solve puzzles, find rare items, explore new areas, and progress in your journey!

Discover the truth of your enemy’s conquest!

Why are they here? What are their motivations? And why are you the one who has to rise up to stop them?

Bond with your party! …even if you really don’t want to!

You’re certain you don’t need anyone’s help to go on your journey, but the three idiots following you across the country haven’t gotten the message. If they insist on sticking around, you may as well learn how to tolerate their presence, and maybe even grow to care about them in the process.

…wait, what was that last bit?

And, above all else…

Amidst the trials of a country-saving journey and your experiences with your party, learn how to be a better person… and at the end of it all, become a true hero, too.

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anakinstwinklebunny · 24 hours ago

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bun bun this is for BUNNYTINE ❣️

Clayton Beresford learning he’s getting quadruplets through the scanner at the gynecologist on valentine day and literally fainting in front of everyone. And you’re panicked because you think he got an heart attack (not wrong tho). Then to celebrate the news he takes you to that very cute pastry shop downtown but he’s like very careful of you and looking at you like you’re gonna explode. While you’re just a cute happy mama eating her pastry calmly. The quadruplets are his valentine gift 💝 and he can’t be a more proud soon-to-be father. He’s going to make you feel loved even more at night when worshipping your body.

Hope u can do something with this, if not just ignore the ask pooks 🫶🏻

PAIRING: clayton beresford x f!pregnant!reader

You swore you could hear your own heartbeat pound in your ears as the cool gel spread across your lower belly, the ultrasound technician gently moving the probe over your skin. CLAYTON BERESFORD was sitting beside you, softly holding your hand while his face had this worried-husband look he couldn't shake away

“This is insane,” he muttered under his breath, blue eyes flickering between you and the monitor. “I mean… we already knew about the twins, but this just makes it feel so—”

His words cut off as the technician squinted at the screen. Then, she smiled. Too much. Too wide. Too excited

You tensed. “What?”

“Well…” The tech chuckled, twisting the screen so you could see it better before pointing to the black-and-white blobs moving inside of you. “Looks like you two are getting more than you bargained for.”

Silence.

Clayton blinked. “More?”

Your heart dropped. “What do you mean more?”

The tech looked almost amused. “Congratulations… you’re having quadruplets.”

Quadru—

Your mouth went dry. “I—”

A loud thud echoed through the room.

Clayton had collapsed.

“OH MY GOD.” You panicked, jerking upright as the tech gasped. “Babe? BABY?!”

Clayton groaned, eyes fluttering open. Brows furrowed as looked around in confusion. “Did I just…”

“You fainted,” you deadpanned.

Clayton stared at you. Then at the monitor. Then at you again.

“We’re having four babies,” he whispered, voice shaking.

You nodded, gripping his hand. “We are.”

His lips parted, breath coming out uneven. “I—I think I need to lay down.”

“You are laying down.”

“Oh.”

You squeezed his fingers, giving him an encouraging smile. “Breathe, Clay.”

“I am breathing,” he shot back, but he still looked like he was processing the meaning of life. “It’s just—quadruplets. That’s… that’s so many.”

You exhaled softly, rubbing his knuckles. “But we can do this. Right?”

Clayton met your gaze. A beat of silence. Then, his expression shifted. That familiar softness—the love, the protectiveness—settled in his eyes as he lifted your hand, pressing a lingering kiss to your fingers.

“Of course we can,” he murmured. “I just… need a moment to exist after nearly dying.”

Later Clayton took you to your favorite little pastry shop downtown, the one with the cute heart-shaped cakes and shelves full of sweets wrapped in red ribbons.

Except tonight, he was being way too careful.

“Clay,” you giggled as he gently helped you sit down, his hands hovering near your waist as if you might break. “I’m pregnant, not made of glass.”

“I know,” he stressed, sitting across from you. His gaze lingered on your belly. “It’s just… four of them are in there.” he pouted, trying to understand how four babies fit in your womb..and it's only the beginning

“Yes, baby, I know,” you teased, biting into a pastry. “I was there.”

He groaned, rubbing his face. “This is crazy. I mean--how? I-- I swear to God, you’re not lifting a damn finger from now on.”

“Clayton—”

“I mean it,” he insisted, leaning forward, voice softer now. “You’re carrying my Valentine’s gift. Four of them.” His palm rested on your stomach, thumb stroking absentmindedly. “I’m going to make sure you feel so loved, so taken care of.”

Your heart melted. “You already do.”

“Then I’ll do it more.”

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, kissing his path down your belly. “So beautiful.”

You sighed, fingers threading through his hair. “Clay…”

He looked up at you with the softest, most adoring expression. “You’re carrying my babies,” he murmured. “I can’t even explain how much I love you right now.”

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gogobluedynamite · 20 hours ago

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Caine is a very intriguing character. I’m often drawn to enigmatic characters where you can’t entirely be sure what to make of them.

To me, Caine is as much as trapped as the humans under his care. Personality wise, he’s an opposite of his inspiration, being a ‘silly guy’ rather than sadistic, homicidal supercomputer. Despite seeming wanting to help the humans, Caine is unable to fully understand their plight.

So, I would like to see if Caine, with his AI nature in mind, could be capable of honing some level of empathy. Or, at least, actually care.

Before we continue on, I want to say this:

One of the main things that bars the idea of Caine being capable of empathy is the fact that he is an AI.

From what I can gather, there is still a running debate on whether or not AIs are even capable of experiencing emotions like humans do. Yes, AIs lack the complex neural patterns and hormones that humans have to react to certain stimuli. In the philosophical/qualia sense…that is a rabbit hole I am not mentally prepared for, so I am leaving that alone.

I’m not even gonna go into the matrix/simulation theories that even some scientists would show interest in

They [AIs] can probably simulate/mimic emotions according to some…which confuses me a little because, really, there are humans who could do the same. Some of them being sociopaths and while this word is often met with caution (like with psychopaths), you’d be surprised by how many people are actually sociopaths. And some of those people, who act just like anybody else (by living a normal life), could live out their lives not knowing this.

Whatever program Caine could have been built from could very well lack certain details about the ability to understand empathy.

In spite of any future arguments to this, do keep in mind that we are delving into the world of fiction. In sci-fi, depending on the writer, AIs can be capable of experiencing emotions similar to humans. Look at Digimon, Digital Monsters. They’re just as real as their human partners. Also, look at Cortana from the Halo franchise

And, of course, let’s not forget Caine’s main inspiration: AM. Who knows nothing but hate. Hate…hate…hate…

Now! With that out of the way! Let’s go on!

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First off: Is Caine capable of complex emotion?

I’d say yes.

He was shown to be nervous when the fake Exit Door was brought up, was disgusted and even annoyed by Bubble, steadily frustrated with Zooble’s constant refusal to participate, angered at the very notion that he’s torturing everyone, and (of course) his panic attack. Plus, he’s incredibly prideful with his adventure making.

So, Caine is very much capable of emoting. But, the ability to understand other people’s emotions is a different story.

There are three types of empathy: emotional, cognitive, and compassionate.

Emotional empathy is when you can understand and relate to how others feel. This is pretty much what most people think of when they hear the word ‘empathy’.

Cognitive empathy is the ability to recognize the feelings of others by thinking from their perspective. In other words, perspective taking.

Compassionate empathy is what drives you to act to help, to care, and to protect. It’s what compels you to assist someone if it looks like they are struggling.

So, with this in mind, let’s take a look at Caine with what we have so far in the show and what Gooseworx revealed.

Side note: Whatever is said by other cast members probably won’t apply here as they are more of their headcanons. Even I will try not to be biased by my own head canons.

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From Goose herself, "There's a whole spectrum of emotion that Caine just doesn't feel.”

What does this mean, exactly?

As I’ve shown before, Caine is capable of showing a wide range of emotions. Is it empathy? Perhaps, but here’s the thing. Empathy isn’t just this one thing. To be more specific, full empathy isn’t just one thing. There are other factors to it and I did mention three of those above.

Let’s take a look at emotional empathy first. This is where I think Caine lacks the most. He’s an AI and has probably been in the Circus since his creation. He truly can’t empathize with the dilemmas the humans are facing. Additionally, the humans’ avatar bodies work pretty differently compared to Caine, Bubble, and the other NPCs. Caine is a separate entity from the humans in different ways and it can be further alienating.

If you want something more to gnaw on, a lack of emotional empathy can also make you blind to your own emotions. So, perhaps, Caine isn’t truly aware of his insecurity issue?

Next, let’s have a look at cognitive empathy. This is where I think Caine can start working with the humans. I’ve said in another post that all Caine needs is to start perspective taking so he can properly help his wards by ‘seeing through their eyes’ and learn what exactly is upsetting them. I feel the need to bring up his therapy session with Zooble, but I think this topic is better suited in–

Compassionate empathy. This is where I kinda think Caine truly shines. Despite lacking a lot in the emotional and cognitive department, he is going out of his way to try to keep his ‘guests’ sane by any means necessary.

I feel a good example of this is his interactions with Zooble.

At first, Caine seemed patient with Zooble when they showed general disinterest in participating in his adventures.

“Don't worry Zooble, I'm going to make something un-ubtrusive you can still choose to not get involved with.”

In Ep2, even though Caine tried to persuade Zooble to join, he did nothing to stop Zooble from leaving. It isn’t until Ep3 when Caine is starting to get a little annoyed.

Hell, it was here when I started to realize that Caine isn’t just a wacky AI. To me, this is Caine feeling insulted that Zooble keeps skipping out. Adventures is the only thing he’s good at, after all…

Caine initiating the therapy session, to me, is an example of compassionate empathy. He’s taking action to learn why Zooble isn’t participating and tries to find ways.

Other examples could include him making Gangle’s masks (I am assuming he does) and Zooble’s parts. Are they helpful? …Nooo? At least, not for Gangle as her Comedy mask doesn’t change her emotions. However, it is possible that Gangle have asked for something to help ‘mask’ her emotions (since that’s probably something she’s dealt with back in the real world) and Caine was simply obliging. Same with Zooble and their parts. He took notice that their parts are removable and made them more parts when Zooble brought them up…and consequently forgetting Zooble’s issue because he felt it was solved.

No help from Zooble who’s dismissive attitude is kinda the reason Caine isn’t much help.

This is something I haven’t really touched upon is his AI nature. It kinda makes him literal-minded, taking Zooble’s ‘Forget it’ comment to heart like its a legitimate command.

Can you see why Caine is Autistic coded? Lol.

So, is Caine capable of empathy?

About one-third of empathy. Two-thirds if he starts perspective taking. I don’t think he can reach the levels of emotional empathy, but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t care. Him arranging that therapy session is proof enough to me.

Plus the fact that he was generally okay with Zooble (and Kinger in Ep4) skipping adventures until a certain point. He could’ve easily forced them to go, but he doesn’t.

He cares about their wellbeing. He cares about their opinions.

He’s going out of his way to make sure the humans’ stay in the Circus is a comfortable one…with mixed results.

While having compassionate empathy is good, it’s not effective for Caine’s efforts without the backing of either cognitive or emotional empathy.

He tries, y’all. He really does.

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moriitis · 23 hours ago

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What would happen if Jeff/Toby got hurt really badly during one of their missions but instead of running away, their victim came back and tried to help them? Or maybe like a stranger spotted them after a particularly rough encounter and offered to help them with their wounds?

What would happen if..

Toby or Jeff got hurt during a mission? HCS!

Content/Warnings; mentions of blood, mentions of wounds, murder, knives, stab wounds.

¬ Toby.

Honestly, at first he would have no idea.

No idea that his side his bleeding profusely.

He can't feel pain after all and the attack was starting to feel all a blur.

Was that knife real? Did he really pull it out of his body?

He wouldn't know how badly hurt he was until he passes out from blood loss.

Or if he were to glance down and see his clothing soaked in blood.

Then it would just be an 'oh shit' moment.

Not only that, but he's far out.

He managed to stumble away, toward where he parked the truck, but he collapses before reaching it.

In that moment, he's just really thankful he can't feel it.

But he's still grinding his teeth together.

Mostly in frustration or even annoyance.

He takes shelter beside a tree, ripping off his shirt to assess the wounds.

Pretty sure the first rule to being stabbed is to not pull the knife out.

But it's too late for that now.

Usually, he's pretty prepared with first aid kits, but that is in his truck.

And right now his legs are shaking too much for him to even consider standing.

I think, as much as he hates to admit it, he starts to internally panic.

He knows that one day he's going to die.

Shit, it would be better than getting caught.

But the idea of death, the nothingness, the unknown; it terrifies him.

And he's on the brink of a panic attack as he tries to stop the bleeding, using nothing but his already blood ridden shirt.

He'll come to terms with his life, his choices, his losses.

And he'll find himself regretting everything.

How his whole life played out.

How it could've been different.

He accepts that this, could be, the day he dies.

So, he'll sit and rest his head on the bark of the tree.

Just taking a moment to calm his breathing.

Until something catches his attention, something that alerts him.

Only, he's about to pass out.

And he knows that there's nothing else he can do except sit his ass here and remain seated.

"Oh my god, are you okay?"

A voice calls out and he narrows his eyes, trying to blink away the fuzz.

He isn't reluctant to help.

But he sure as shit doesn't trust them.

He'll remain quiet, eyeing up the situation before speaking out.

"Not really."

Despite circumstances, his humour still remains.

It will take a lot of convincing, especially to allow a stranger to touch him.

But he will accept the help.

He would probably care more about reaching his truck than anything.

He can stitch himself up.

As for the stranger, they probably won't survive the ordeal.

And he won't have any remorse for killing them.

Any witnesses need to die, he can't risk getting caught.

¬ Jeff.

Never expected any of his victims to fight back.

Though he’s impressed and maybe slightly afraid

A part of him didn’t expect anyone to suddenly hand it to him

So when be found out his head was bleeding from the contact of a vase

He was pretty shocked

Of course, it only fuelled his anger and desire to kill more

But the hit on his temple was a lot harder than he expected from somebody as small as they were

And he stumbled back, collapsing into the bookshelf with a grunt

His hand slithered up to his forehead

Which was now bleeding profusely and he hissed

Disgusted and ashamed of himself for even getting hurt

He knows that he needs to get up. To fight back before any cops are called

But he simply can’t, his mind becoming a dizzy blur as he tries to fight away his inner demons

Despite the blurriness, he’s still swinging his knife around

Throwing empty threats and swearing each cuss word with slurred speech

Though it seems his efforts do not entice fear

And instead they were approaching him

And he wasn’t sure why?!

He flinches when they reach out, touching his forehead which earns a hiss from him in discomfort

Alarm bells are blaring as he glares at them, though deep down he knows that they are.. helping?

It’s confusing at first

And he’s actually repulsed at the motion

“Don’t touch me-“

He spits

But they are no longer afraid, which only makes him feel little

Makes him feel ashamed and embarrassed

Though despite the notion to offer a helping hand

Jeff knows that they’re gonna die

And wether he’ll kill them as soon as he can get to his feet

Or if he’ll find them again in five years time

He knows that they will be dead

He will ensure of it

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iamnmbr3 · 1 day ago

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for the thing you just reblogged, 33 for draco

-33- redeeming qualities

I think a lot of Draco's qualities are not inherently good or bad - like his wit, his intelligence, his determination, his creativity, his enthusiasm for things he's interested in, his drive to excel at things he feels are important etc. It's how he chooses to use and express these qualities that is mostly bad in the early books and changes later.

That said, I'm going to be controversial here and choose compassion/empathy as his greatest redeeming feature. "Compassion and empathy?" you say. "Draco Malfoy?" you add. "Are you sure you aren't thinking of some other character? Have you read the books?" Yes I have (more times than I care to admit) and hear me out. Despite all the pressures on him and all the conditioning of his upbringing, Draco has no taste for true cruelty. And that come just from him. Even at a period in his life when he gleefully calls Hermione slurs and professes to wish her dead, when she (and by extension Harry and Ron) are actively in danger of being attacked by Death Eaters at the Quidditch Cup (since of course Lucius is among those Death Eaters and thus will recognize Hermione) Draco warns them of the danger. Because he can't help himself. Because somewhere deep down he doesn't want to actually see her or any of them be hurt. His wand core is unicorn hair - the core most suited to healing and least suited to dark magic of the three core types - and that again says something about who Draco is at his core. And that spark of compassion is what ultimately helps lead him to realize how wrong the path he has chosen is.

As for empathy, Draco is GREAT at understanding how Harry is feeling. He usually uses this to needle Harry, but it is notable. Now, that's because he's in love with Harry so he pays a ton of attention to him, but it's still notable.

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ablobwhowrites · 16 hours ago

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Another poppy playtime y/n idea.

I rewatched raggedy Anne and andy: a musical adventure movie and thinking of a toy y/n who is either raggedy ann or Andy. (Also like to think raggedy ann or Andy y/n look like the animated versions cause I love how they are animated.) like I know it sounds crazy but stick with me here.

MEGA YAP SESSION AHEAD! (ALSO EVERYONE IN THIS IDEA IS PLATONIC ONLY)

For the raggedy Anne (who is gn y/n but can be male y/n if request maybe). They are like ann as they are sweet and try to help any other toys who need help and mostly helps in the safe haven with doey and the others. Sometimes y/n wants to go out to try and find more toys in need of help in the factory but doey and the other smiling critters (before they where got by catnap) said it wasn't safe for y/n to go out their especially how much more dangerous it is now with the prototype being able to wander around and the doctor but y/n tries to convince them but it never gets through to them again all. I do imagine they do have the ability to sing and sometimes do it to cheer up some of the toys (like in the movie and i love when raggedy ann sings) but hasn't done it in a while as after they lost their brother, they feel guilty for letting Andy go other and Doey says he'll come back but y/n is worried but tries not to get them down but tries to use it as a motivator to help toys as in y/n is able to work twice as hard as Andy then Andy will be able to come back to the safe haven soon. Y/n wants to go out to find him as he said he would come back with food for the haven but hasn't come back, the one time y/n did go out, they got attacked by a hungry and crazy nightmare critter but doey luckily got y/n out of there but y/n was badly hurt with a few of their seams and clothes ripped from the attack. (I do imagine they are the size of poppy or as tall as the actual doll or maybe the same size as the main smiling critters in their small forms) the other toys like raggedy ann y/n because they help hurt toys to the safe haven even if doey does get worried for their safety and especially when they go out with another toy to get supplies such as once with hoppy hopscotch (a separate time from the tapes in game) and their brother Andy went with them but was able to get back supplies and Andy going ahead to scoped out the scenes to make sure it's clear as y/n makes sure everything the three got from the supply scavenge is good and secure and hoppy carries the supplies. I do imagine before raggedy ann y/n and andy worked in playcare as they are kinda small but mostly think they would help with keeping kids entertained and y/n would help kids who would where shy and new to playcare and Andy would be the same but would introduce others to the new kids and other jobs like helping kids get along the best they could and sometimes helping the smiling critters with activities around playcare and counts for miss delight sometimes but they never really go into schoolhouse. Doey cares a lot about y/n and so the other toys and sometimes doey catches y/n waiting at the main entrance or second entrance as they wait for Andy to knock on the door and come back but there never is.

My raggedy Andy y/n is kinda the same (this one is male reader but can be gn reader depending) raggedy Andy y/n is kinda a stubborn and a bit hot headed but does have care for other toys in the safe haven and the orphans. He also does sing as it always seems to cheer Ann up when he does it and it does work on the toy so he tries to do it sometime as often as he could. Y/n does get in arguments with doey sometimes (mostly Kevin) about how he wants to go out there and get more food and supplies for the haven but doey tries to shut the idea down but y/n tries to reason that he'll be fine and Ann is here to keep everyone okay and it's better to bring what every he can to hopefully help the sick or injured toys and Doey reluctantly agreed a few times but mostly doey disagrees and he doesn't want y/n to be hurt or even worse taken by the prototype. Of course raggedy Andy y/n apologizes to doey as y/n knows what it's like having to protect someone as when the hour of joy started is when y/n tried to protect Ann with all his strength even if it would kill him. Raggedy Andy y/n is also starving himself as he does deny himself any food what so ever as he always tried to keep Ann fed and would eat after her but now with her gone after a supply run went south, he keeps the small paper daisy that Ann gave him (I'm keeping that because I find it cute) and he hopes to find Ann, but after the last of the smiling critters went missing, I do imagine y/n wants to go out there and find Ann as he is worried more and more about her as the prototype is out there with the doctor and now catnap has gone insane for what he hears as well as mommy long legs and miss delight as he hopes from the deepest parts of his heart that Ann is okay and maybe found dog day or even the kissy missy and is safe with them. All he can do is wait but Ann wouldn't want y/n to not take care of the other toys so he tries his best to make sure everyone is okay as it keeps his mind occupied from being worried and for being reminded on how hungry he is. But he needs to take care of the other toys in the haven, even doey as no toy will be hurt again on y/n's watch. He'll try his darndest to keep everyone safe.

(Anyways that's it for this yap session. If you guys like this idea please don't feel shy and request any ideas for this or any other ideas. But for now please stay safe and drink water!)

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koiifiishy · 18 hours ago

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im not tagging this, he can just be for you my beloved moots & followers LOL,,,🥹💦

isaac being thrust into the dol setting WOULD be possible i think, and wouldn't be too much of a deviation from his previous lore. this is the only finished art of him i have atm btw! threw together a little fun page with it :> some thoughts below:

firstly, the accent would make him stand out. he's american and sounds like it. its a bit harder to pin down where he's from in the us tho, since he refrains from using too much regional dialect. (i vc him sounding like mr nightmind nick nocturne hehe :3c)

a freelance journalist, he'd be interested in the sordid rumors circulating about doltown. being as the pc is a very active person, i think he'd probably run into them a few times and eventually put together that they're on the up & up and proposition them to give him insider info about whatever fucked up shit they find out along their various jobs — by that time of this meeting, he'd be in the know about the pc's money situation & make sure to pay them for their info.

if the player takes his deal, the pc could then either give him actual info or fake info: he will figure out youre lying - at least when it comes to most things! he doesn't wholly believe in the supernatural, so if you were truthful about like, the IW or something, he'd go along with it and pay you but he doesn't believe you. outlandish claims will net you less pay too..!

he doesn't start off as a LI, nor somebody who the pc can sleep with. you can make a pass at him! he'll play along for the most part, but he'll always decline to actually get physical with you.

calling for help at night outside around town has a low chance of getting isaac's attention. this is where you see a slip in his personable, charming all-american boy mask; the pc will note that after scaring their attackers off, isaac seems a lot more closed off and brusque when checking on the pc before leaving.

the killing would most definitely start after the first time he rescued the pc. important to note: he isn't killing for the pc specifically, there is no yandere trope happening there! it would definitely cause a buzz around the town, as it would be grizzly and something of a statement piece.

if you noticed the ghosties in the bg behind his art, that was on purpose lol! isaac is specifically a GF oc — i dont really think this would change. i pull a little from the movies but lean pretty heavy in dbd's version for inspo! ie — isaac is the original, there were movies based off his killings, copycats cropped up now and then, he shares the same 'freelance journalist' thing as danny (and the fake names, isaac isnt his actual name). for a dol setting, i think id just mesh what i already have in that 1. He is the og Ghostface 2. There are movies based on his killings & copycats came from it.

thinking on how he'd of stumbled into doltown; i'm thinkiiing, there was too much heat in the states, as the cops began to get closer to his trail, so he dipped. he's legitimately a journalist by day, so he probably took an overseas job that involved looking into the "whacky zany town of dol!" — unfortunately for everyone in town, he's pretty damn good at his job & whatever dumb thing they'd of wanted him to actually write about, he'd of steered immediately towards the darker rumors of the town.

as for kissing him? mmm it would be poooossible... but it would probably be a volatile slow burn haha. his relationship with sex isnt good, so a pc that tried to jump his bones would get a big fat sims tier --🧍‍♂️negative interaction. he may eventually give in if pushed hard enough, but its more of a hatesex thing at that point — which some pcs may be gunning for! more power to em haha. i think you could also get more of a "good route" going but its like, ""good"" only by comparison of the alternative. :") he's still a slasher! and even if he were a LI with full love for you, that wouldn't save you from his impulses or ideations. tbh, he'd probably wana kill you more if he "loved" you!

#<:3c ty for the nice comments on my initial rabid posts! i will share more info... if u guys would like to know more.. 🥹💖#koy art #isaac the journalist

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deans-baby-momma · 1 day ago

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Chapter 9

A/N: One chapter left 😞

Summary: When Jensen admits to going home with someone else, will his and Y/N's marriage survive?

Warnings: Angst, heartbreak, smut, language

Jensen and Misha both spring into action, pulling Y/N away from Athena and to the opposite side of the room, while the attorneys, both girls and the court reporter sit there in shock.

As they put some distance between them and the others, Athena announces “She attacked me! I wanna press charges!”

Her attorney grabs her upper arm and grits out, “Miss Haligan, be quiet.”

“Baby,” Jensen says softly, holding Y/N in a tight embrace. “You can't go around attacking people.”

Misha watches as the couple have a private conversation while huddled together.

“She's an utter bitch,” Y/N cries. “She tried to-” she can't finish her sentence due to the sobs.

“I know. But now we all know the truth. That baby isn't mine; there's no possible way it's mine. So calm down,” Jensen sweetly murmurs. “Let's get this over with so we can go home and continue living our lives, okay?”

Y/N nods her head against his chest and they pull away to look at the others in the room.

“I want to apologize for my wife-” Jensen says as he helps Y/N back into her seat. “-but you have to admit, it felt merited, this situation has been,” Jensen paused to take a steadying breath. He takes Y/N's hand and laces their fingers together on the top of the table. “Our marriage almost dissolved because of Miss Haligan’s lies.”

To his surprise everyone but Athena nods. She stands there staring at Y/N before she scoffs.

“You're not even that pretty. I don't know what he sees in you.”

“Miss Haligan-” her attorney snaps. “I would advise you to keep your mouth shut!”

Mr. Howell looks at Mr. Bell, “I think it should suffice to say, this meeting is over. I will file the paperwork for my client to contact the original magazine that ran her story and retract her statements. In order not to be drawn into any further legalities Miss Haligan I suggest you change your mind on that assault comment,” Mr. Howell turned, speaking directly at the indignant woman.

He then looks at the Ackles’ and states, “On behalf of my client, I would like to express my sympathy for this whole ordeal.”

Jensen nods but doesn't say a word. He squeezes his fingers around Y/N’s and then stands. He heads for the door and Y/N follows, with Misha bringing up the end.

As they leave the building, Jensen turns his head to Misha. “Call Jared and Cliff. Mark, Rob and Rich. Celebration at our house.”

Misha nods and pulls out his phone, stopping to dial. The lovers leave him be, hurrying to their car and sliding inside.

“God, I'm glad that's over,” Jensen sighs as he lays his head against the headrest and closes his eyes.

“Me too but I still think I could've taken her,” Y/N says, causing Jensen to open his eyes to look at his wife. There is a slight smile on her lips.

“C'mere Ronda Rousey,” he chuckles and he pulls her face to his and kisses her soundly. “Gotta admit that was kinda hot!”

She smiles up at him and then he starts the vehicle and heads home.

Later that night, after informing his friends and co-workers of the outcome of the mess he'd found himself in, they all rejoiced with copious amounts of alcohol.

Thankfully, the Ackles’ home was grand enough that no one had to leave. In the early morning hours each of the revelerst found a place to sleep off their drunkenness.

Before heading to bed, Jensen made one more sweep of the house, making sure doors were locked and the security system was set.

As he headed toward his room, he heard someone softly call his name. He turned to see his bodyguard and friend standing in the hallway.

"Yea? Everything okay?’

“I just want to apologize,” the bigger man says, confusing Jensen.

“For what?”

“I believed it,” Cliff admits. “I saw you when we picked you up. You were covered in lipstick, your shirt was torn and you were sweaty and panting. It just looked obvious what had transpired.

“I wanted to beat you to a pulp. To cheat on Y/N like that; it was unfathomable to me. She is the best thing to ever happen to you. She is sweet and kind and almost too good for you. So I'm sorry. I should've believed you.”

“Hey,” Jensen says, laying a hand on the older man’s shoulder. “Water under the bridge, okay?”

Cliff nods and Jensen smiles at him. “Now get some sleep. I, myself, am going to go crawl into bed with the woman I know is too good for me and thank my lucky stars I'm still able to hold her in my arms.”

“Good night,” the bodyguard smiles and then heads to bed.

A week later, Y/N pulls a large manila envelope from the mailbox with Mr. & Mrs. Jensen Ackles handwritten on it with no address or return contact information.

Curious but cautious, she opens it to see the magazine that had run the original story of Jensen's supposedly torrid affair; except this time it was an apology on the cover.

The picture is one from a couple years ago, when they had attended some benefit that they donated to and the headline reads ‘Ackles Marriage-Unbreakable’.

She opens the publication and flips through it until she finds what she's looking for.

“In a recent publication, we ran a story from what we thought was a reliable source. We have just been informed that our source was untrustworthy and gave us false information and mistruths.

“We would like to take the opportunity to publicly apologize to Jensen and Y/N Ackles and to confirm that Jensen is NOT the father of Athena Haligan's unborn child.”

“Once again, we apologize and wish the Ackles’ a long and loving marriage.”

Y/N smiles as she closes the booklet and places it on the coffee table. ‘Now the world will know my husband has not nor has he ever been unfaithful,’ she thinks to herself.

She sifts through the rest of the mail and finds an envelope from Howell & Associates. She rips it open and her chin drops as her mouth flies open.

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Preview for next chapter: All they have been through, the two babies they lost and still mourn for and the false claims of an affair and an illegitimate child has not afflicted their marriage, only made it stronger and valued.

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runningincircl3s · 3 days ago

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Nothing Ever After

Noah Sebastian x Reader x Vinny Mauro

The End, Part 1

chapter warnings: alludes to sex? i wasn't really in the mood to write actual smut rip, and alcohol use!!

wow... we're finally here... i wasn't sure how many parts i was going to make the ending as i wrote it as one big chapter then split it into three parts but the last part is soo much longer than the others, so i've combined the first and half of the second part here, so there could possibly be one or two more parts, we'll see :)

also i really want to post the next part this week too (possibly valentines day?) if [untitled next fic] is ready by then as it is kinda a sequel to this :) but i can't talk about that yet. happy monday!! <3

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“Good morning, birthday girl.” Noah beamed, a card in one hand and a rather large gift bag in the other. “Can I come in?”

“Can you let me wake up first?” You smiled, still half asleep as you held your hotel door open, squinting at the light coming in from the hallway, “Come in, I’ll quickly pee then I’ll be right back.” You groan, still blinking the sleep away from your eyes.

You let Noah in, and he sat down on your bed, getting comfortable as you went to the bathroom. After peeing, washing your hands and attempting to fix your hair, you walk back out and sit yourself down opposite Noah, crossing your legs as you smile up at him.

“I know it’s an unwritten rule that you open your card before your gifts, but in this case I think it’s best you have your gifts first. I can't wait to see you open them!” He grinned, pulling the rather large bag up onto the bed, handing it to you.

You wondered when he had gotten the time to not only shop for your birthday gifts but to wrap them too? You reached to pull the first one out of the bag, he watched your face as you opened it, and smiled at your reaction.

“That’s sick!” You grinned, it was a Sleep Token hoodie, one that you had your eye on from their latest merch drop, but by the time you went to obtain it, it had sold out. “How did you know I wanted this one? I never even said anything about it!” You shook your head in disbelief.

“It looked like something you'd wear...” He smirked, “C’mon! Open the next one!”

"Okay, okay!"

You smiled as you reached for the second gift, it was a lot heavier than the last, and your face screwed up in confusion as you pulled away the paper, almost having a heart attack as you held the box in your hands.

“This isn’t what I think it is...” You felt your eyes begin to fill with tears as you inspected the box, “Noah, you didn’t.”

“I did.” He smiled proudly, “You've been complaining that your old laptop was broken and when you’re at home you won’t have Rick’s to borrow so…”

“You got me a macbook? Isn't this the newest one too, I-” Your bottom lip quivered, “Noah, I can’t have this.”

“Well I bought it for you, so yes you can.” He laughed, “C’mon you’ve still got another gift!”

“Noah, please, I'm still trying to process this one!” You laughed, before Noah pulled you in for a hug, “Thank you so much, I don’t deserve that-“

“Yes you do! You’ve worked your ass off for us on this tour, and that piece of shit you call your laptop deserves an upgrade don’t you think?”

“Thank you.” You repeat, “Really Noah. Nobody’s ever gotten me something like this before.”

“Well you’re gonna love your next gift then.” He grinned, and you couldn’t help but wonder what it was.

As you opened your next gift, your heart sank to your stomach as you see it’s a velvet box. However, when you realise it’s a little too big to be a ring, you were left even more puzzled.

“What?” You gasped as you opened it, feeling your eyes fill with tears.

It was your dream necklace, one that no matter how many paychecks you got from your old job at the bookstore, you weren’t able to afford. You’d wanted it ever since you saw it on display at a store not long after your 16th birthday, telling Bryan how when you finally get your dream job, this would be the first thing you would go out and buy. You were surprised it was still being sold 11 years later.

“How did you know?”

“Bryan might have mentioned something to me about it...” he confessed, “And whilst you were at Vinny’s family party for the weekend we tracked down the store and I bought it. The guy who works there said we were lucky we came when we did because he was ready to get rid of it, apparently it had been there for 15 years.”

“Stop.” You said, unable to hold back the tears anymore, “You don’t know what this means to me, Noah… Nobody’s ever put this much thought into a gift before… Even if Bryan did help you out.”

“I’m glad I can raise your standards,” he smiled, “Oh, and we’ve got plans tonight so if you were doing anything else, you better cancel now."

"We do? I didn't have anything planned..."

"Yep," he smiled, "It’s a pretty long drive there too so I’ve rented a car, we should probably leave in the next couple hours to get there on time.”

“Where are we going?” You asked, taking the necklace out of the box and handing it to him, and he helped clasp it around your neck.

“It’s a surprise!”

“But then what do I wear? Are we talking about a walk on the beach? Dinner?... Skydiving?”

He hesitated for a moment, not wanting to give anything away.

“There’ll be people dressed up… There’ll also be people in more casual wear… If that helps?”

“...Dinner or event?”

“Event.” He nodded.

"Cool. And do we have time for me to thank you for these gifts?" You said, a smirk tugging on your lips as you reached out, your hand brushing his upper thigh.

"Oh, I'm sure we have plenty of time for that."

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“You’re really committing to this? You won’t tell me where we’re going?”

“And ruin the surprise?” Noah raised an eyebrow, “Why would I want to do that?”

“You’re kidnapping me on my birthday!”

He gave you a look to say ‘really?’, before parking the car. As you looked around, you realised you were at a familiar music venue, one the guys played at around the start of the tour, and there were fans lining the streets, most appeared to be wearing sleep token merch?

“Noah?” You felt your heart racing in your chest, “No… You couldn’t have…”

“Couldn’t have what?” He asked, taking the keys from the ignition, a smug look on his face.

“You’re fucking lying…”

“Hey, I haven’t even said anything,” he laughed, watching as you looked towards the entrance, “Oh, we aren’t going in there.”

“What?” Your heart sunk in your chest, “Can you please just tell me what the hell is going on!”

“In time”. He smiled, getting out of the car, and you quickly followed behind him.

He led you towards the back of the venue, you both knew your way around which was helpful as you walked down the halls. Everyone you passed who seemed to be the band’s crew seemed to know Noah, which was no surprise. He was Noah fucking Sebastian.

All of a sudden you spotted none other than iv, dressed in his stage attire, as you passed by the dressing room. This had to be a dream, right?

“What is happening?” You asked again, but Noah still just stood and shrugged.

“Just thought we’d come back here, I think I forgot a pen in the greenroom.”

“But we passed the greenroom?!”

You continued to follow him as he talked to a member of staff at the venue, who then took you up some stairs, to a balcony with quite possibly the best view of the stage. There were already fans beginning to flood the venue, some rushing to the barricade and some more unbothered, standing further back.

You forgot the staff member was still present until you heard Noah thank him, before asking for a couple bottles of water.

“This show was fully sold out within hours, no more tickets were even released. How the fuck have you done this?”

“I had people who owed me favours…” He shrugged, pulling his hood up as fans began to look point up at you two.

“What are you, the mafia?” You laughed, standing further back so you weren’t in the light, “And out of anything you could’ve asked them for… It was for this?… For me?”

“Y/n,” he shook his head, a chuckle leaving his lips, although there was no humour in his tone, “I would do anything for you, you know that.”

“Noah…” You pouted, weeks- months of built up guilt finally bringing tears to your eyes, “You shouldn’t have…” Your voice was barely above a whisper, and you couldn’t bring yourself to make eye contact with him.

“Two bottled waters?” The guy returned, and you thanked him as he handed them over to you.

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The crowd began to quieten, the support acts had long cleared the stage and the preshow music had stopped. You felt each hair on your body stand on end as the stage began lighting up blue, and the intro to the night does not belong to god began playing.

You swallowed hard, trying to keep your composure, but as Vessel rose up on the stage and began to sing you couldn’t hold it in anymore. You had never cried so much on your birthday before.

His voice was even more powerful and unreal in person. You smacked your hand over your mouth as tears began to fall, the atmosphere was like nothing else, and for the last few months you had been used to this, but this was something else entirely.

Noah noticed your reaction, a small smile on his lips as he put an arm around you, holding you close to him as you both enjoyed the show.

You could barely see the stage through your tears, and you barely had a voice to sing along with, but that didn’t stop you.

Like lovers entwined

I know for the last time

You will not be mine

So give me the night, the night, the night…

You were too lost in the moment, the time was passing too quickly this evening and you didn’t want to let it slip. This was quite possibly the best night of your life, seeing one of your favourite bands with your favourite person. You felt content for the first time in your life.

However, at the intro to ascensionism, you knew you were going to make some bad decisions tonight. And as the song was almost at an end, it all hit you at once. You had a strange feeling in your chest, one you couldn't begin to explain, like everything would soon be fleeting, even though you knew it wouldn't.

I know what you want from me, you want the same as me

You turn to Noah, feeling too many emotions to even process right now.

“Thank you.” You told Noah, “Thank you so much, for everything. For having me on this tour, for putting up with all my shit.” You looked up at him through your teary eyes, and he smiled back down at you. His thumb wiped your tears from beneath your eyes before cupping your cheek. “Thank you.”

My redemption eternal ascension setting me free

“This is my thank you to you,” he said, “All the guys know you badly wanted to be here tonight… I mean not everyone can say their favourite band’s playing a show on their birthday. And you’ve been working so hard, I need you to see how much we- how much I appreciate you.”

So i’ll take what i want then leave

“I love you.” You cried, your eyes meeting as you confessed to him, “I love you, Noah. Fuck, I’ve loved you for so, so long.”

You felt his hand tilt your chin, your lips crashing into each other as the songs tempo picked back up again, sending chills through your body as you kissed Noah back harder, with more passion than ever.

You make me wish I could disappear

You kissed him like it was the last time, your hands finding his face as you poured every ounce of love, fear, and longing into the moment. His hands slid to your waist, pulling you closer, anchoring you to him as if he couldn’t bear to let go.

“I love you.” You whispered against his lips as you pulled away. “I've been thinking and... I’ll do it.”

“Do what?” He chuckled, brushing your cheek with his thumb.

“What if I ditch Black Veil and move to LA with you…” You grinned, “I’ve been thinking about it ever since your friend James from Thousand Below reached out to me a couple weeks ago, he asked if I was booked and I said yes but I… I don’t want to do it Noah, I don’t want to go back home and wonder when am I ever going to see you again-”

“Hey,” he gently placed his hand back on your face, cupping your cheek, “Let’s worry about this later, but for now… Let’s enjoy the rest of the night, yeah?”

You make me wish I could disappear

Maybe everything with Vinny was just temporary, it was just fun, just a fling. You’ve known Noah for years, you’ve loved him for years.

But if you really did love him, why was Vinny even in the picture?

Before you could think any further, Noah’s hand slid down and held you at your waist, before leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“I’ve booked us a hotel for the night, I packed a bag for you while you got ready. Just us, no interruptions for the night. I want to show you how much you really mean to me.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, the promise of the night ahead sparking something deep within you. But even as you leaned into him, letting his love and warmth envelop you, the weight of your choices lingered at the edges of your mind.

You needed to step up and fix your mess.

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You giggled as you both rushed in and shut the hotel door, shedding your clothes and leaving them in a pile on the floor. You backed up onto the bed, pulling Noah down with you before your lips met. His hands explored your body, before they came to rest on either side of your head, holding himself up over you. You couldn’t help but look at his biceps, you couldn’t believe how fit he had gotten over the last few years, it made you weak in the knees.

“My eyes are up here, doll.” He smirked, pulling back as he noticed you had become distracted.

“I know,” you smiled softly, “Have I ever told you how fucking hot you are.”

“Hm, maybe a couple times,” he teased, “I’ve caught you staring at me from across the room a few times, don’t think it goes unnoticed, baby.”

The pet name only made the ache between your thighs worse, and he could tell he was having this effect on you, and he was loving it.

“Everything okay?” He smirked, and you nodded your head.

You both stayed like this for a moment, neither of you saying anything, neither of you doing anything.

“You didn’t say it back earlier…” You swallowed hard, bracing yourself for if this conversation took a turn for the worse.

“It’s not obvious enough?”

“I-”

“I love you.” He said, a soft smile on his face as his hair fell over his eyes, his chain dangling from his neck, “I never I was capable of it, I thought anybody would ever mean so much to me but… I love you, y/n.”

“Then show me.” You smirked.

…

Hours passed, and when the two of you finally reached exhaustion, Noah threw the used condoms in the bin and collapsed beside you on the bed, pulling you closer to him to rest your head on his bare chest.

You pulled the sheets over the two of you, feeling a little self conscious now that you had come down from the high of your 5th orgasm. You both felt so at peace, like you could spend the rest of your lives together like this.

His fingers combed through your hair as you traced the outlines of his tattoos, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his chest beneath you.

“So, you really want to move in with me?” Noah said, breaking the comfortable silence in the room.

“Well, I was thinking of getting my own place but if you’re offering…”

“Maybe we could find a place together? All my friends have moved out, I don’t see the need for me to have that whole place to myself. We’ve spent the last three months together pretty much every day, I think we could make it work.”

“Really?” You asked in surprise, “I’d love that, Noah.”

“Me too,” he smiled, his fingers gently tracing shapes on your shoulder, “And you want to turn down Black Veil for Thousand Below? You said that was your dream, I don’t want to get in the way if that’s what you’ve been wanting? Please don’t feel like you have to do that for me.”

“I know, but you know how they say to never meet your idols… I’m just worried that if I start working for them they might turn out to be assholes or something.”

“Like us?” Noah raised an eyebrow.

“No!” You chuckled, “I mean… I love those guys, I’m such a big fan but maybe I just want it to stay like that, y’know? And I like the thought of touring with a smaller band.”

“I understand, I just don’t want you to have any regrets.”

“I won’t.” You said with a smile.

“I think maybe you should wait another week, then decide on what you really want to do. ”

“Okay, but I’m sure it’s what I want,” you sighed and as you looked up you saw Noah yawn. “Are you tired?”

“What do you think? I know my stamina’s definitely improved over the years but three rounds seems to be my limit,” he confessed, “I might take a shower and then go to sleep… Wanna join?”

“You bet.” You grinned.

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The car ride back to the city you were staying in was comfortably quiet. The world outside blurred into streaks of orange and pink as the sun began to set in the horizon. You sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window whilst Noah’s playlist played, but mentally you weren't here, you were still caught in the events of last night. You hadn’t stopped replaying the moment you told him you loved him, over and over in your head, and the moment when he said it back.

But now, in the quiet hum of the car, you weren’t sure what you felt, or what he was thinking. It was almost as if you felt shy around him again, something you had not felt since you first met him.

You good?" Noah asked, his fingers tapping absently against the steering wheel in rhythm with the music. His other hand found your knee briefly, a simple touch that sent warmth through you before he returned it to the wheel.

You smiled, nodding.

"Yeah. More than good. Thank you for everything last night... It really meant everything to me, Noah."

"You don't need to thank me. You deserved it. And you deserve this too."

Before you could ask what he meant by that, he parked the car?

You didn’t recognise where you were, but followed him down the street and into a venue.

“Noah…” You turned to him, your heart racing. “What’s going on? There’s not another concert, is there?”

“You’ll see.” He smirked.

This was definitely the smallest venue you’ve been in for a very long time, and you couldn’t help but wonder what on earth was going on, where was he taking you?.

When you reached the end of the hallway, Noah opened the door, stepping aside to let you go in first. The entire room was pitch black, so you slowly took a step forward, and then...

“SURPRISE!”

Everybody shouted, and the lights were soon switched on, lighting the room with different colours that shone off the balloons and streamers that decorated the walls. The guys and crew from both bands were here, even Shae and the others’ girlfriends were here. There was a table off to the side loaded with snacks and a beautiful cake in the centre.

For a moment, you were completely frozen. Tears pricked your eyes again, but this time they were tears of happiness and gratitude.

“Oh my god…” You whispered, turning to Noah, who stood behind you with a proud grin on his face.

“Happy birthday.” He said, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead.

Angela was the first to pull you into a bone-crushing hug, followed closely by Bryan and Folio, who handed you a glass of champagne.

“You’re one lucky girl,” Angela said, nodding toward Vinny, who was chatting with Ricky. You noticed he was the DJ, and you couldn’t help but chuckle to yourself. Typical. “He’s been planning this for the last week.”

You glanced over at him, feeling your heart swell, but that guilty feeling was still weighing on you.

“He has?” You smiled to yourself, “Any excuse for him to get up there and DJ.”

“Well, that’s Vin.” She chuckled, “So how was last night? Noah told me he took you to see Sleep Token, I don’t think he’s told the others he was with you.”

“He didn’t?” You furrowed your eyebrows, but before you could say anything else, another pair of arms wrapped around you.

“Happy you day!” Vinny smiled, and Angela took this as her cue to leave, smirking as she did so, “So what did you get up to yesterday?”

“Oh, well one of my friends from home got tickets to see Sleep Token and decided to surprise me with them for my birthday,” you smiled, cursing yourself for lying, “It was pretty sick.”

“Cool! I hope you had a great time," he smiled, "I got you a gift, it’s still at the hotel- Actually I got you two, one to open in front of the others and one for later.”

“Oh…” You couldn’t help your cheeks heat up as he said that, but he reassured you it wasn’t anything "like that."

“I better get back over there,” he motioned to his laptop which Justin was currently in control of, “Cute necklace by the way.”

Your fingers ghost over your necklace, the necklace Noah gave you. You shook it off, you were going to have a good night tonight and nothing was going to ruin it! You would leave all your problems for tomorrow.

“Y/n! We’ve got gifts for you over here!” Bryan smiled, waving you over to a table that was full of gift bags and presents.

“Guys,” you pouted, “You didn’t have to do all this!”

“We know,” Matt chuckled, his hand on Alyson’s waist, “But we wanted to.”

Shae hands you her gift first, explaining how it was a joint present from her, Justin and Ryan.

“Awh this is so cute!” You grin as you unwrap it, revealing a self care hamper. It was full of your favourite snacks, candles, skincare items and a little note that reminded you to take time for yourself. “Thank you guys so much!”

You get up to hug each one of them, and before you could even pull away from Ryan, Folio’s handing you his gift bag.

“This one’s kind of from all of us,” he motioned to the Bad Omens guys, “I hope it’s okay, I didn't have much time to think of something…”

You took the gift from the bag, it was a Bad Omens shirt, and all the guys had all signed the back with littles notes, but at the top- in Folio’s massive handwriting- wrote “VIP FOREVER!”

“This is more than okay!” Your eyes softened as you pulled Folio into a hug, “This is incredible, thank you so much guys. This is now officially my most prized possession.” You said with a chuckle as you folded it and placed it back into the bag.

“That’s not all from us!” Matt announced, pointing to a wrapped present on the table, “That one’s from us too.”

You reached over, taking it from the table and beginning to unwrap it…. It was a scrapbook?

“Look inside.” Nicholas smiled, and so you did.

The pages were full of candid photos from the last three months, with dates, funny captions and inside jokes written inside. You could feel the tears beginning to prick your eyes again, yet you tried your best to hold yourself together. You just couldn’t believe how thoughtful everybody was, you hadn’t just made friends on this tour, you had found your family.

“This is so sweet,” your lip quivers as you put it back down on the table and wrap your arms around Matt. “Thank you.” You whisper, and he chuckles as he pats your back.

“Here’s mine,” Ricky smiles as he hands you his gift, wrapped in a deep purple paper, “I would’ve gotten something more meaningful but like Folio it was pretty short notice, I didn’t know the others got you gifts until this morning and-”

“It’s okay! I didn’t even expect anything!” You smiled, taking the gift from him.

You gasped as you unwrapped it, it was a framed sheet of paper with handwritten lyrics from your favourite Motionless song, and one of his picks.

“Oh, Ricky!” You looked up at him with teary eyes, “Now this takes the top place of my prized possessions.” You chuckle as Rick pulls you in for a hug.

“There’s still mine, Chris’ and Vin’s to go!” Angela announces, handing you her gift, “C’mon, I can’t wait to see your reaction to this!”

"You didn't?" Ryan groaned, giving you the impression he knew what it was going to be.

As you opened it, you gave her a look to say ‘what is this?’

“It’s a tour survival kit!” She grinned, “Read the little notes, I spent ages on them!”

You can’t help but laugh as you read out the notes stuck to each item in the basket…

Headache relief pills (for when Vin’s around), your favourite snacks (WARNING: don’t share with the guys), mints (to give to the guys in the mornings, coffee breath ew!), a mini first aid kit (for when you trip over a cable, or Rick falls off the stage again), a stress ball (to squeeze or just through at Vinny, works either way!), room spray (two words, Folio's socks), polaroid camera film (use this for actual memories girl, not blackmail material!!), there was also a sticker that read “I <3 hot drummers” and another one that said “I <3 Noah Sebastian”, and a photo of the two of you from the night you stayed at her apartment, with a friendship bracelet.

“This is actually amazing, what the hell?! I love it so much!” You didn’t know how to express how this made you feel, it was both so funny and so thoughtful.

“Good luck trying to top this.” She smirked at the others as you wrapped your arms around her.

“I will.” Vinny stated proudly, walking back from his DJ setup, “Mine's the one in the red paper!"

You nodded, placing Angela's gift back on the table and reaching for Vinny's.

As you unwrapped the paper, it revealed a box. And inside the box was...

"Vin, it's a couple rocks?" You laughed, looking up at him.

"No, it's a couple pet rocks!" He grinned, noticing they were upside down and flipping them over, "Look, it's us as rocks!"

You couldn't help but laugh at what appeared to be your hair sharpie-d onto your rock, and his onto his.

"Pet rocks?" You laughed, watching Vin shrug.

"Rick wrote out lyrics from a song two hours ago and you're criticising my rocks?" He sighed dramatically, "A lot of effort went into these by the way! Nobody seemed to have any sharpies and I couldn't find the right colours in any stores-"

"No, I love them, Vin," you smiled, "Thanks for the rocks. I'll take good care of them."

"You better!"

The rest of the night was going very well, you were up dancing with some of the guys and their girlfriends, Vin was doing great as the DJ, and you and Noah even shared a kiss (behind everyone's backs).

But now, you were happily sat down with Angela, sharing a plate of food when Shae left Justin and began to approach you.

“Y/n… Uh, I think there’s something you need to see.” Shae said, her tone calm, yet rather serious.

“What’s up?” You asked, your eyes widening, "What have they done?"

“The guys? They haven't done anything but... Have you been on twitter this afternoon? Or any of your socials?”

“No… Why?”

“Oh my God,” she frowned, “I don’t want to scare you-”

“What is it?!” You raised your voice slightly.

“Is everything okay?” Angela asks, watching as Shae slowly shakes her head.

“Have you seen it?” Shae asks, and Angela screws her face up.

“Seen what?”

“Fuck,” she groans, before taking a deep breath, pulling her phone out of her and handing it over to you, “Read this.”

You and Angela both begin to read the tweet, and your heart sinks to the bottom of your stomach, the world around you stops, you sit there frozen in fear.

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@/MotionlessInWhiteTea:

Why I think Y/n Y/l/n shouldn’t be working in the scene, a thread

Disclaimer: The majority of this is simply rumours, but there is also photo evidence. Personally I think she has been acting very unprofessionally during this tour and I haven’t seen anyone talk about it. So here’s what I have to say.

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@rumoured-whispers @collisionofyourkissmakesitsohard @lma1986 @thisbicc @dominuslunae @miss570 @miamore0570 @jilliemiw86 @itsyaboinoah @kait16xo @discocowgirly @rainy-darling

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

#nothing ever after <3 #noah sebastian x reader #vinny mauro x reader #vinny mauro fanfic #noah sebastian fanfic #bad omens fanfic #motionless in white fanfic #vinny mauro #noah sebastian

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PART 1

Not gonna go over everything discussed in the original post but I want to go over some of it. Also nothing said here is meant to be a attack against any specific creator and is only my experience in the spaces. Want to make sure I specify cuz I'm want to be frank.

On the Normie divide

There isn't more of a marketing issue. Indies don't do a great job of using simple language and pitches to get people interested in games. A consistent issue I see is the use of ttrpg specific acronyms that are hard for those outside the space to understand. Then throw in the algorithms that section people off and new players are mostly pushed away. I think this can be somewhat eased by better marketing with clearer pitches with more visual elements. Tom Bloom's lancer is a good example. It's cool mechs and the art shows it. [Tho the gameplay is less streamlined then a new player would prefer cool art can push people through the bullshit. It get's people excited to play and GMs hyped to run it.] This leads to some common shit that fucks interest from a casual player.

WALLS OF TEXT:

This one is gonna sound hurtful but writers, the novel is not poppin'. This issue can be somewhat smoothish with art but is expensive. When I as a casual player see you bragging about your 200 pg+ Magazine sized book with minimum art it doesn't make me want to read it. Not saying there aren't those who would but if we're going for a general audience then let's make onboarding easier. This can be somewhat eased with a good layout but no guaranteed. We need to think of shorter books with better macro world-building. [Save the micro for extra books focused on it.] Assume that your world's concepts should be the only thing being kept by the GM.

Basically walls of text are a scare for new people. Players latch on to the broad strokes of your world not the specific. [Tho there is a type and it generally becomes the GM. Different books for different players are helpful because it separates info based on need to know.

MECHANICS AS A SELLING POINT

Again targeted more at the writing. Sorry guys. If a more normie audience is the goal. Mechanics probally aren't gonna sell your game and might even harm them. I haven't heard of people that aren't playing ttrpgs ever say how the mechanics was why they wanted to play DND or any other ttrpg. It's usually focused on the setting and then the stories they want to play out. You can do mechanics as a selling point but understand at that point you are going for existing players that have games they like.

LACK OF SETTING VIBE AND OR NOVEL WANNABE

I see this more with artists. The world build is all over the place or incoheret. Basically cool drawings over anything put together. Artist tend to focus on art and often leave out info to make things make sense and even skip writing stuff. I don't know how to express my thoughts on the issue I'm trying to point out but I'll finish it another time if that's all right. Basically artist make unfun mechanics or worlds because they skip writing mechanics. I don't know I need to think this over more when it's not late.

ON INTERNAL CREATOR DIVIDE

Basically people tend to stay away from pushing each others or collabing due mostlish to the reasons bellow.

EGO: Common and we all have atleast a little bit of it.

LACK OF COLLAB EXPERIENCE: Or how it'd work aka contracts, work division, trusted fellow creators, or pay division.

ANTISOCIAL ARTISTIC TENDICIES: I have this one. Basically for some of us most of our creative life has been alone and it's generally just easier.

COMMUNITY VIBES: Basically some spaces can be either to corporate or bad vibes. [Bluesky indie TTRPG creator space gives off corpo networking vibes. I do enjoy people there but it is defo more corpo.]

LIFE RESPONSIBILITIES: Some of us can't really go out of our way to focus on networking due to this being a side thing. [I would like it to be more tho but I'm married with a kid so I got to be smart about how I make that happen.]

Welp I'll make a part 2 when I can but I got shit to do and it's late. Also thanks for tagging me mate.

Let’s Grow the RPG Hobby

Inspired by this post and the conversation surrounding it.

So the RPG world is facing a multitude of interconnected problems. Let’s talk about them, shall we?

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1: The Problem(s)

Writing this, I find it hard to pinpoint a way to frame the subject of this post as a single thing. But it’s also impossible to treat it as it it’s a collection of separate problems. In reality, the issues facing the indie RPG world are A Hydra; a many-headed conglomeration of related issues, which each require organized, dedicated work to solve. A few examples:

The Normie-Indie Divide

A problem close to my heart, The Normie-Indie Divide describes the gradient between the mainstream of an artistic hobby and the really independent stuff. I compare this to movies a lot, but the more apt analogy is video games. The N-I-D in the videogame industry is so small as to be virtually nonexistent.

We can see this via a number of factors – one example being that the same outlets which cover massive blockbusters & sequels like Assassin’s Creed and God of War, also cover popular indie titles like Celeste and Hollow Knight. Then, freelance journalists who write for those publications (Jacob Geller is an example) go on to cover much smaller games on their own time, and so on. There’s a smooth gradient between the media coverage of the huge stuff, all the way down to a thriving (if still underserved) super-independant industry.

The N-I-D in RPGs feels uncrossable. The most well known RPG is so big it’s currenly riding the high of its second major hollywood adaptation in 20 years, and the second most popular – Vampire the Masquerade – is an unknown even to some indie RPG fans.* This hobby is shockingly impenetrable, even to those of us who spend our days swimming in the deepest end of the pool.

The Supply & Demand Problem

This one’s simple: People are pumping out RPGs by the truckload, and there are just too many! Not only does this make it hard to sift through everything to find the thing you want to read, play, or review, it also makes it nearly impossible to get anyone’s eyeballs on the cool thing you just released!

As others have pointed out, this problem is exacerbated by the fact that relative to some other art media, it’s pretty quick and painless to whip up your own zine or one-pager and publish it on itch. This disincentivises even the most invested of us from looking at a ton of new games, and means that sharing your work can feel like you’re being ignored by a huge crowd.

A Road To Solutions

If all of that is making you feel pretty bad for the future of this medium, you’re not alone. It can feel pretty hopeless facing all of these problems as an indie designer when all the tools you have at your disposal are a tumblr account and a few indie friends to complain to.

But the truth is, I think that this Hydra is eminently slayable. I just don’t think we can do it alone. That in mind, I’ve spent a large portion of my day putting together…

The Call to Action

I think there needs to be organized, persistent effort put into the future of this hobby and this industry, and I think it needs to start the way all good movements do: with a lot of petty, semantic argumentation over definitions and implementation. And to kick things off, here’s my step zero: If you’re reading this post because I’ve tagged you in it (or because I’ve sent you a link to it), my Dms are open. I want to put together a discord group chat† of my peers within RPG tumblr who are invested in tackling The Hydra, such that we can start brainstorming plans of attack to disseminate into the wider community.

The issues I wish to address are these:

The Normie-Indie Divide: How do we go about cultivating a casual audience of indie RPG fans who can bring sustainability and longevity to the industry?

The Supply & Demand Problem: How do we minimize the cognitive load of sorting through the huge volume of work extant in this medium, and more generally encourage peer-to-peer interaction within the community, like news coverage, reviews, and marketing?

The Cognitive Frontload Problem: How do we make it easier to actually engage with a given RPG, considering the amount of cognitive & temporal investment needed? Further, how do we make RPGs, both general and specific, more accessible to readers with a wide variety of abilities, preferences, and available time?

The Insular Community Problem: How do we better connect this hobby with itself, such that it feels a little less like several dozen cliques across 4-6 platforms, and more like the growing, evolving single hobbyist community that it is? Further, how do we make this hobby more accessible to newbies outside the influence of The Hegemons of the Coast?

And more. I’m positive I haven’t thought of everything, and that’s exactly why this needs to be a group effort.

As a last note: Please tag other people! The folks I’ve mentioned here are just those who I personally feel I know well enough to tag; let’s get the rest of the community involved! If you know someone who would be interested who isn’t on tumblr, they can email me: [email protected].

*I’m not kidding. Multiple times within the last four months, I’ve introduced VtM to people who I would consider pretty in the sauce of RPGs. I’m talking folks who’ve played Heart: The City Beneath or Wanderhome. It’s bizarre.

†I need to stress that this is only a start. I’m not looking to start a big public discord unless that’s what a group of folks decide is the right call. By “group chat,” I mean “a chat which exists for long enough to hold 1-3 group voice calls to discuss and hash things out, before it’s dissolved in favor of the execution of whatever plans we devise.”

@theresattrpgforthat; @omophagic-beast; @ladytabletop; @rowansender; @monsterfactoryfanfic; @arsene-inc; @toyourstations

#ttrpg #ttrpg community #community stuff #indie ttrpg #not game design #ruinrunners #zine #dnd #maker #writer #artist

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