#so i'm starting the fallen star later today

[jewishcissiekj]

It's been a little less than two months, here's an update for myself:

-Finished Into the Dark - Finished Republic. -I did not progress one bit in my canon Original Trilogy comics reading, I still have everything I wrote down from that left

-Finished Shatterpoint -I read all of Dark Times and Purge and every Darth Vader miniseries from that era, most of them were great but I did encounter Bomo Greenbark and I wish I didn't -Forgot Queen's Peril was on my list, rn I'm zigzagging between THR books and Legends books so no idea when I'll get to the canon ones -Yeah Jedi Trial was disappointing (not enough Asajj) -No idea when I'll get to the canon ESB-ROTJ Comics. Next year probably -Rest of THR books and such - almosttttt finished, I have The Fallen Star and everything after it left -read The Cestus Deception, not the biggest fan of it but it was nice -Dark Rendezvous unabridged audiobook out by the end of January, I'll listen to it then -Queen's Hope, Catalyst, and Rebel Rising - forgot I had canon books to read, I'll get to them sometime later -again, no progression the canon OT comics front

(did not watch Rogue One or TBB lmao)

SW reading list timeeeeeeee

Currently reading-need to finish: -The High Republic: Into the Dark (listening to the audiobook) -Star Wars: Republic (6 issues left) -Canon Star Wars post ANH comics (finished the Vader run, but only 25 issues in with the main one)

Want to read/on my list/reading once I finish the ones I'm currently reading: -Shatterpoint -Dark Times & Other post-ROTS Legends/EU comics (whatever the Purge oneshots are, some of the Vader series that exist, and anything I'll see that intrests me in the Legends media timeline) -The High Republic: A Test of Courage -Queen's Peril -Jedi Trial (if it can be read outside of the other books' context) -The High Republic Adventures vol 1 (there's books inbetween issues god help me) -Canon Star Wars comics from ESB-ROTJ (they're still coming out) -Rest of THR phase 1 books and such -The Cestus Deception (note for Jedi Trial applies here too) -Yoda: Dark Rendezvous (note for Jedi Trial applies here too) -Queen's Hope -Catalyst -Rebel Rising -Darth Vader (2017) & the parts from SW (2015) that are scattered across the timeline

And to watch somewhere somehow somewhen when I finish some of these: -Rogue One (need to read Catalyst & Rebel Rising first) -The Bad Batch (for Hera and for the knowledge mostly)

Meanwhile will be rewatching Rebels nad potentially some of TCW with my little sister (she's watching them for the first time) who doesn't know English so we're watching the dubbed version and I'm gonna be in hell when Thrawn shows up and it's not Lars's voice (probably gonna watch TBB with her, we're also watching Ahsoka as it comes out together it's fun)

[juneberrie]

WHEN I SEE YOU AGAIN ➜ peter parker, mcu

requested: yes / no — not goodbye. just "see you later"

author's note: i was listening to remi wolf as one does and down the line came on.. and i got the amazing idea to write this. you're welcome! debating whether i should make a part two. . .

ⓘ content: fem!reader, angsty, mcu!peter, takes place during nwh mwahahaha, not proofread

word count : 1.4k || peter parker masterlist

"you're gonna forget who i am," peter blurts out.

"what?" ned says. mj stares at him, a cut on her forehead dripping blood onto her eyebrow.

"peter, what do you mean?" you ask, voice shaking. so much had happened today; you just wanted to go home, take a shower, and curl up in bed with your boyfriend.

"it's okay," he whispers, taking your hand. "i'm gonna come and find you, and i'll explain everything. i'll make you remember me. it'll be like none of this ever happened. okay?"

you shake your head at him. "what are you talking about?" you say quietly. "what– what do you mean, we're gonna forget you?" your voice cracks.

"i'll explain everything when i find you," he repeats. his eyes are welling up with tears. he turns to ned.

"promise?" your friend asks.

"i promise." peter drops your hand quickly to embrace his friend. when they pull away, tears are rolling down both their faces.

peter turns to mj. "i'll come find you."

she steps forward and hugs him. "you better," she warns. "or– or i'm just gonna figure it out."

peter lets out a shaky laugh. "i know you will." he finally turns to you.

"ange–" he starts, but you throw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him. his hands drop to your waist, pulling you flush against his chest.

when you finally pull away, he gives you a soft smile. "i love you. don't forget it."

with sobs threatening to spill out of your mouth, you shake your head. "i don't want to. peter," you beg. "isn't there anything we can do?"

he shakes his head, watery eyes staring into yours. "i'm sorry," he murmurs. "i love you," he repeats.

"i love you too," you whisper, burying your face in his chest. he kisses your head, murmuring reassurances.

"i promise i'll fix this," he says. you look up through blurry eyes, taking in your boyfriend one last time. the boy who had been by your side for the past year and a half, building star wars legos, having study dates, binge watching movies. the boy you loved.

he looks behind you, at mj and ned. his face settles into stony determination. "take care of her. of– of each other," he says.

"we will," ned promises. mj gently places a hand on your back.

peter swallows, his adam's apple bobbing. he lets go of your waist. he jumps up onto a piece of a fallen wall, turning back to look at you one last time.

"bye," you say quietly, salty tears streaming down your face.

he shakes his head. "not bye. see you later."

he swung away, leaving the three most important people in his life crying behind him.

2 WEEKS LATER.

the door jingles as someone pushes it open, letting a cold gust of air in the cafe. mj shivers as the air reaches her bare arms.

"it's so fucking cold out," she complains, pouring coffee into a cup. you snort.

"that's why we're inside, mj," you remark, taking a bite of your donut.

she rolls her eyes at you. "you should do stand up," she says, snapping the lid onto the cup and sliding it across the countertop to a waiting customer. "when's ned getting here?"

you check your phone for any texts. "soon. he say's he's almost here."

right as you say that, the door jingles again, and you turn to see a boy holding the door open for ned. "he's here!" you say to mj. she rolls her eyes again, smiling. she turns to the other boy, who looks strangely familiar.

"hey," ned says, sliding into the seat next to you.

"hi," both you and mj reply. she gives the two of you a small smile before turning to look at the boy, who's glancing between you, ned, and mj.

"can i help you?" mj asks. the boy looks slightly startled, but shakes his head and smiles.

"hi!" he clears his throat. "um. hi. i'm peter parker and i....." his voice falters as he looks at you. he takes a deep breath. "i would like a coffee, please," he says.

mj side eyes you and ned, who bites back a laugh. "okay, no problem, peter parker." she turns to grab an empty cup and moves to the coffee pot.

as she does this, you notice the boy, peter's, eyes quickly flitting between you, her, and ned. his eyes lock with yours and you raise an eyebrow, a small smile playing on your lips.

he clears his throat again, looking away. mj hands him the coffee and tells him his total. he pats down his pockets before pulling out a wallet and handing her a few crumpled bills.

"thank you..." he says slowly.

"no problem," mj replies.

he looks at ned's sweater, the mit logo emblazoned on the front. "you excited for mit?" he asks.

"huh?" ned turns to him, then looks down at his sweater. "oh, yeah. which is weird. usually i'm not excited about things. i kind of expect disappointment."

peter takes a sip of his coffee. you see his nose scrunch up slightly. he hates black coffee, you think. you blink. what was that? how would you know that? you shake your head ever so slightly, telling yourself that its a normal reaction to pure black coffee.

tuning back into the conversation, you hear him ask mj, "are you okay?" he's looking at the bandaid on her forehead.

"yeah," she says simply. "don't remember how i got it, but it doesn't hurt anymore."

"thats good," he replies. a silence settles over the coffee shop, the only sound being the wind outside.

"is there anything else you need?" mj asks him.

"um." he glances at you again. "no, actually. thank you."

"no problem. see you around," she says, grabbing a washcloth and starting to wipe down the counter. peter pushes the door open, the bell jingling, and steps into the cold new york air.

immediately, mj turns to you, leaning her elbows on the counter. "he was checking you out," she says bluntly.

"what?" you feel your cheeks get hot. "no way."

ned poked you in the side. "yes way. he was totally into you!"

you shake your head, laughing at the two of them. "yeah, alright."

the three of you laugh. you had to admit, he was pretty cute. but you probably would never see him again, so what was the point in getting caught up with a crush?

walking back to your apartment, you shove one hand in your coat pocket and use the other to fish your key out of your bag. you trudge up the stairs, thankful for the shelter from the freezing, snowy air outside.

as you reach your floor, your hear the landlord say, "rent is due on the first of the month. don't be late." he brushes past you as you make your way towards your apartment.

peter from the coffee shop was standing outside the door in front of yours, struggling to balance a box and slip the key into the lock.

"oh, hey!" you say. he turns to you and nearly drops the box. you grab it before it hits the floor. "need any help?"

his face flushes. "oh– uh, yeah, that'd be great." you smile at him as he fumbles with the key, finally getting it in the lock and twisting the knob. he pushes the door to his apartment open, holding it open for you. you set the box down on the kitchen counter, then turn to him.

"i'm y/n," you offer.

"peter," he replies. he hesitates before holding his hand out for you to shake. you laugh at his nervousness. it was kind of endearing.

"nice to meet you, peter," you smile, taking his hand. "hey, if you need any help moving in—" you point across the hall, to your door. "—i'm right over there."

he smiles. "that'd be great." he glances down at your still joined hands and flushes slightly. he lets go. you stand together in his empty apartment for a few moments.

"well, i'll see you later?" you say, a hopeful smile on your face.

"yeah, yeah," he nods quickly. "sure."

"cool," you smile. "well, bye!" you step out of your newfound friend's apartment, fishing your key out of your pocket.

"see you later," you hear him murmur. smiling to yourself, you unlock your door and slipping inside and shutting your door. you can't wait to tell mj about this.

[biblio-smia]

one bed (ends up cuddling) trope with Mike Schmidt please! thank you & congratulations :)

thank you!! | part of v’s 800 follower celebration!

when you'd picked abby up and she told you about the upcoming overnight field trip her class would be taking, you were signing up as a chaperone before she could even finish speaking. you'd assumed mike would be busy and you were happy to keep an eye on abby. you'd thought it was settled, then, and you spent the afternoon with her until mike came home.

you'd fallen asleep on the couch after abby had gone to bed, mike's late shift keeping the house quiet until a little after eleven. you wake at the sound of keys jingling and by then, you've forgotten all about abby's field trip.

it really slips your mind until you're at the schmidt's, right and early, overnight bag in your backseat. mike is confused, telling you that abby has a field trip today.

"i know," you say hesitantly. "that's why i'm here?"

the two of you turn to look at abby, who's giggling to herself.

"abby!" mike starts with a sigh but it's clear abby feels no remorse.

"they said we could have up to two chaperones!" she defends.

you give mike a look that says well, what can we do? and get abby's stuff in your car.

and really, you don't mind. you'll never protest against time spent with mike and abby, arguably some of your favorite people in the world.

however, you had not anticipated the accommodations.

you'd skimmed through the section briefly before signing off, under the premise that you'd be accompanying abby alone. while students would be spending the night "under the stars" in the observatory, parent chaperones were sent to a nearby hotel.

and, of course, assuming that two chaperones for one student were together, you and mike found yourselves sharing one room - and one bed.

"i can... call? or go to the front desk, we can try to get another room," mike offered quickly, avoiding your gaze, holding on to his things in the instance that he would have to leave the premises.

"that's okay," you say a little weakly. but really, you don't want to shove that responsibility onto mike.

"i can sleep on the floor," mike suggests.

"mike," you say, almost laughing. "i don't mind."

neither of you dare speak of it out loud, taking turns getting ready for bed in silence. it's awful and unlike any time you've spent with mike in almost the entire time you've known him (save for the very first time you'd met). there's a strong avoidance of eye contact as each of you climb into bed on very opposite sides - you're almost afraid mike is going to fall off.

you've been physically closer before, but now there's an intimacy surrounding both of you that frightens you. you're nervous, overly self-conscious of every little movement you make, every habit you have while lulling yourself to sleep.

you wonder what goes on in mike's mind with your backs turned on each other and suddenly you decide you can't take it anymore.

you roll onto your back and, a few moments later, feel mike do the same. you take it a step further, roll onto your side to face mike.

"i bet abby's having so much fun right now," you say with a grin.

"oh, i bet she is passed out," mike challenges.

"i don't know," you hum. "this is, like, the ultimate sleepover."

mike hums and then he's quiet again until finally rolling over to face you.

"is this awkward?"

"i think you're making it awkward." you reach out to pat mike's shoulder. "we've taken naps together before."

"right," mike nods, laying flat on his back again.

you take a chance. you scoot closer to mike, wrap your arm around his. he turns his body towards yours, inviting you closer. you bite your lips as you lean into his shoulder, trying to relax.

"goodnight," you say quietly.

"goodnight."

mike fights, very hard, to resist the urge to kiss your head.

[klaprisun]

One Sunny Day

(Stardew Valley)(Haley x Female Farmer)

Chapter 37

She had admitted it. Out loud. To a stranger. She said I was her girlfriend, I think to myself while I lay sprawled out on my bed.

"I'm her girlfriend..." I whisper out loud, trying to make it sound real. It is so hard to grasp that I'm officially dating one of the hottest, prettiest, most stunning girls I've ever met in my life.

I roll over in bed to lay on my side. I tuck my hands under my head and stare towards my bedroom window. I have no curtains, so it's a nice clear view outside. The darkness of the outdoors is only relieved by the shine of the full moon and many stars speckled across the sky. The whole night has been replaying in my head, over and over. I've never experienced such a magical night before or one as eventful.

Sam, Abigail, and Sebastian weren't mad that we ditched their performance and understood we did what we had to do. They were just glad Haley was alright and that I gave that guy a lesson.

Nearly the whole town is scared of me and doesn't want to get on my bad side now that they heard of what I did. But, of course, I would never punch anyone unless they were deserving of it. Lots of people aren't going to even think of disagreeing with Haley if I'm around now.

The next morning, I go to do my usual routine. Water the crops, check the chickens, then the mailbox. I don't have nearly as many crops now due to it being fallen and many of my summer crops died off. I never did plant some of this season's crops, but there are a few of the things I really wanted. Plus, I don't have a lot of room on this farm anymore due to me going a bit overboard with my project. It's extended way past the point I planned for it to be. I'm going to have to invite Haley over soon before autumn ends and it all dies off.

I rush inside to write a quick note that I'll leave in Haley's mailbox sooner than later, but when I check my own mailbox, there is yet another letter from Mayor Lewis.

Dear Danny,

One week from today, we are holding the Stardew Valley Fair in the town square!

It's the biggest event of the year, drawing people from all across the country to our humble town.

If you'd like, you can set up a grange display for the event. Just bring up to 9 items that best showcase your talents. You'll be judged on the quality and diversity of your display.

The fair starts at 9 AM... don't miss it!

-Mayor Lewis

"Are you fucking kidding me. I already had a hard enough time picking out one thing for the Luau, now I have to pick nine different things? My Yoba!" I shouted defeatedly, shaking my head in exasperation. I CANNOT catch a break in this town.

But then an idea pops into my head. Last time I had Elliot, Leah, Haley, and Emily help me pick out the items...this time I should get everyone involved. It will be a cute, fun hangout that gets everyone involved and helping if they'd like to.

I ran back inside to start writing invites to put in everyone's mailbox. I have no idea who I am meant to be competing with, so I'm going to be nice and write one for everyone to start. I don't really care if I give away what items I'll be displaying, I just want to have fun and host an event for everyone to participate in. It'll kind of be like my "Thank you for welcoming me into your town" kind of thing.

After each letter has been addressed and folded neatly, I burst out my front door and set off around the town to deliver each note to everyone. My route will start up at the mountains to Robin's place first, and then I'll make my way down to Haley and Emily's place last for no particular reason.

I was up early enough that nobody was awake yet for the majority of my journey. I was able to sneak around town with no one bothering me about what I was doing thankfully. I did take long enough though that by the time I reached Haley and Emily's house, Emily was awake and answered the door when I knocked. I knew that meant Haley should be up now as well, which means I planned my timing perfectly.

"Hey Danny. What brings you here?" Emily greets me.

"I was hoping to invite you and Haley to my place tomorrow to help me gather things to display for the fair. I Invited the whole town to make it a big event, but having you guys there would make it the best," I explain.

As I was explaining, I kept trying to look behind Emily to see Haley. However, she does not make an appearance.

"We would love to go! That is such a good idea to get everyone involved. I'm sure the town would love to do something like that at your farm..."

"But?" I could sense uncertainty in Emily's voice that made me think she was going to say something contradictory.

"But Haley doesn't seem to be feeling so well today. It's hard to say if she will be feeling better tomorrow. The... uhhhh...girlhood fairy paid her a visit this morning if you catch my drift."

"Ahhh I see. Can I come in and see her, or is she not in the mood?" I awkwardly twist my fingers around, hoping Emily will say yes.

Instead, Emily just opens the door wider to let me in. I excitedly bounce my way inside and to Haley's room where I knock gently on the door.

"Emily, I told you to leave me alone for the day!" I hear her shout through the door to me.

"Um... it's actually Danny," I responded.

"Oh! Come in!" Her voice chippers up.

I push open the door to find Haley cozied up in her blankets in bed. Only her head is peaking up above the covers to see me enter.

Being a little too rough, I, for some reason, decided it would be a good idea to dive into bed with her. That causes Haley to groan and roll away from me.

"Oh I'm sorry Haley. I didn't mean to bother you," I utter sadly. "I was just wondering if you want to come over tomorrow and help pick out some display things for me for the fair next week? I invited everyone in town to make it a whole shebang, but if you aren't feeling well enough I understand." I rub my hand along her arm and then wrap her up in an embrace, making sure to put pressure on her lower stomach to help with cramps. I was also hoping my warmth will be helpful as well.

She seems to relax slightly after I do that for her, but she doesn't roll over quite yet. "I'll see how I feel tomorrow," Haley says as she starts scratching my hand that's holding her stomach gently. She takes a deep breath and leans into me.

I let her lay against me for a few minutes before giving her a kiss on her head and getting up.

"I've gotta get everything set up for tomorrow, but I really wish I could stay," I pout as I head for the door. Haley opens up her blanket, revealing a very sheer nightgown. It makes me stop in my tracks for a minute, taking in every aspect of her fine body. I start to involuntarily bite my lip and smirk as I think about staying. I snap out of it as I remember why she isn't feeling well in the first place.

"Hey, that's not fair. As tempting as it is, I'm no vampire," I chuckled as Haley sighs and tucked the blanket back around her.

"I guess I'll let you go then. I'll see you later Danny," she blows me a little kiss and goes back to wallowing in pain.

[dogloveri23]

Second

Pairing: Gepard x reader Warning: Angst A/n: I've been waiting to start writing about honkai star rail men! I'm finally joining the fandom. I hope hsr players enjoy this one! UID:713436764

You stare at your watch once more as your fingers tap frantically against the table. "Late again?", The waiter asked you pouring you another glass of lemonade. You smile sadly at him a bit embarrassed by her keen eye. "He's just busy, it's not easy being a silver mane guard after all", You say faking a smile but you knew everyone could see through the facade. You weren't the best at faking your emotions. Every move you made displayed your emotions clearly. You were an open book.

"Right, he's the captain right?", She asked. She was clearly trying to make small talk. You would have been jumping at the opportunity on a usual day but right now, you didn't want to speak about Gepard. "Yes"

"You bagged a keeper", She smiled. Of course, she would say that. Everyone always said that. You said it to yourself- drilled it into your mind how lucky you were to have him. Even if you came second to everyone and everything. To Bronya, to Belobog, to Serval, to his duties and even to outlanders. You force a smile and nod at her statement. You couldn't stay here anymore. You were tired of the pitying looks and glances. The sad smile they sent your way.

You down your drink and slam your payment on the table. You smile at the waitress once more before leaving the store in a rush. Their gazes swallowed you up and made it hard to breathe. You wanted to cry. You rush to Serval's workshop. She was fun to hang out with and you were close friends. Right now, you need her comfort.

You barged in, startling her and her guest. "Sorry Serval, I-", you start but are stopped by the two blondes staring straight at you. "Oh, hey Y/n", She cheered with a large grin quickly gathering the attention of Gepard. "Oh, hey love", He blushes. he usually did when he spoke to you in front of his sister. It made you feel special but right now, it made your blood boil.

He walks up to you about to give you a peck. You walk away leaving him flustered. The tension had built up. Even Serval could feel it. "I had come to see you, Serval. But I think I'll move that meeting to a later date", You mumble glaring at Gepard. He looked confused. It made your eyebrows crease the longer it took for him to realize why you were mad.

"Are you Ok love?", He asks softly trying to touch you once again. You move away once more. He realized you were mad at him. "I just got back from our date"

His face dropped. He'd forgotten. You could tell from his blank expression followed by his averted gaze. "I was there for three hours Gepard like always. I waited for you, like i always do and look where that got me", You say to him feeling your chest tighten. "I'm sorry I-"

"I'm done Gepard. Let's end this."

"Whoa Y/n calm down. I'm sure Geppie got carried away", Serval tried to ease the situation and yet you didn't want her apology. You were done.

"Love, I've been busy. I-I just got carried away. I promise it won't happen again"

"I don't want your apology Gepard. I've heard it a million times. You'll be late for the next date and the next. I'm saving myself the trouble."

"I won't, I swear to you in the name of Landau that I won't", He begs grabbing your hands. His eyes pleaded with yours and ye you only blankly stared.

"Don't do that Gepard, you wouldn't want to shame your family would you?"

"I wont, Y/n! I pro-"

"Gepard please", You say removing yourself from his grip. On a normal day, you would have fallen right back into his arms as soon as he muttered an apology but today was different. You weren't sure what was so different but you didn't feel like giving into his pleas.

You walk away shocking even Serval! "Y/n please whatever this is, I'm sure that the two of you can resolve it", Serval says but you don't respond. you weren't surprised she'd try to plead on his behalf but this time, it wouldn't work, you were done.

"I'm tired of coming in second Serval. I don't think that's something he can change. "Y/n please", he says following you. He wouldn't let go easily. That was what attracted you to him in the first place but now you wanted nothing more than to leave. "I'm going to find someone else Gepard. Someone who'd pick me over everything", You say glaring at him once more before leaving the store and ignoring him. You weren't going to come second anymore. Not to him. Now to anyone else.

Part 2?

[grapenehifics]

I've fallen madly and hopelessly into Pick Up the Pieces, and I need you to know that I kriffing wheezed reading Ventress' message and Anakin's reaction, oh my goddddddddds *thank you* 😂❤️😂❤️😂

(give me just a quick second to squee about the fact that YOU, who writes such amazing fics that I love to read and reread, like MY fic...EEEE okay I'm done now totally chill nothing to see here)

My friend! Thank you! I am so delighted that you're enjoying Pick Up the Pieces! When I started sketching it out (no need to mention how long ago that was...) I had this mental list of 'characters who deserved better' and - well actually this is Star Wars so it was actually a really long and unmanageable list BUT one of the people on it was Ventress because I love her and I really love Dark Disciple and I really really love Vostress or whatever her ship name with Quinlan is, and I knew I wanted to go there and give both of them a happier future. There wasn't space for Quinlan in An Uncivil War, but Ventress turned out to be such an unexpected delight to write that I fully intended for her to come back for the sequel. And now she has! Well, so far, at least by holomessage, but she and Quinlan both will show up later in-person and I hope you continue to enjoy their shenanigans (Ventress definitely does, although she pretends very hard not to LOL).

Thank you; I had a long day at work today and this message made my night!

[naoknowswhat]

I made a Clover sketch tonight, look at him I love him (and i also really like how it turned out wth)

and IT IS IMPOSSIBLE FOR ME TO EXPLAIN HOW MUCH I FUCKING LOVE THIS ITTY BITTY TINY MAN. i would NOT hesitate to die for him in a situation where such methods are needed.

Now before you continue I warn you the following is basically me rambling about how much I fucking love undertale yellow heheheh (Also a lot of spoilers ahead).

I have spent the whole day playing this stupid (fantastic, amazing, marvelous) game, I kid you not that I went from the end of the ruins to the fucking steamworks, which said out loud doesn't sound like a lot of time but uhhh for me it was if you consider that I've investigated EVERY FUCKING INCH OF THE MAP.

I'm not complaining, oh ho ho (merry Xmas) I'm not complaining because its been the most fun I've had playing a game in a WHILE, its made my life better and now im gonna spend the rest of the year (and probably more) obsessed over all the characters and their stories (mostly Clover and Martlet ngl).

But I gotta admit that even if I find the Ut yellow's characters a lot different than the ones from the original game, I can't help but love them the same. Look, I'm no expert on character design but I smile every time I see Martlet comment something or simply being on screen, I start laughing whenever I see a hint of Mo on any frame, heck you mention any of the characters and I immediately start smiling like an idiot, and the whole scene with North Star? The Feisty Five?? CEROBA?? I died, the moment I stepped on the town I fucking died.

I remember being really, REALLY into undertale when I was like 10-11 years old, and suddenly opening yt one day and watching my favourite YouTuber play the demo of this fan game, and i remember thinking "oh wow that game looks really cool!" Simply because of the concept of watching how it was like for any of the other souls to go through the underground, instead of Frisk. AND NOW, YEARS LATER I GET TO PLAY IT BY MYSELF, you don't know how special this game is for me.

For me it isn't only a fan game, or the story of another fallen human, for me it's getting an opportunity to enjoy the main thing that inspired me back the from zero, getting to learn about new characters, about new stories, and new perspectives. For me it's also getting an opportunity to meet them all, to be their "friend" and to live an adventure all by myself because back then i could only sit and watch everyone else do all the things i wanted to do, because back then i could only look at them all having fun, laughing with the good things and crying with the bad memories while separated through a screen.

Today I got to meet them all and to laugh with the unexpected dialogue, while learning that even in a fictional story not everything is painted in bright pink, I saw them get into trouble and also helped them overcome it, and it was amazing.

I also got to die and die and die again and again because I realised at the beginning of the game that I'm really bad at it (i cant blame the controller, I know it :( ), but it also made me promise myself that i would keep going no matter what, because i really wanted to see what's next. Heck you could say I kept going because of my determination ;).

I haven't finished the game yet, but I already know I'm gonna replay it over and over, I wanna catch every detail, investigate and discover every mystery, and i wanna make so many theories already, I CAN'T WAIT TO LOVE THIS GAME.

So for now have a not-so-quick sketch of Clover, the bearer of the yellow soul, the one who has quickly made way into my heart, and it seems the little shit is now living there rent free.

If you've read all the way to the end wth is wrong with you, and also thanks a lot for the attention, I was really excited to talk about this game to someone but didn't know how to do it, so I figured tumblr was the place pla to write for an hour, so the short-drawing post is now my review of the game hehehehe.

Anyway thanks for reading to the very end, I hope you have an amazing rest of the year, and most importantly a great begining of the new one <3.

[aggressivenesswhilecrying]

Raining cards

Summery:

When mumbo isn't one for preforming, but loves feel of watching one. He decides to spend his years watching a particular magician.

no trigger warnings!!

Not proof read or edited!!

(This is a fic for @redscapeweek day 2, magic tricks!!)

Mumbo learned early on that he isn't one for preforming acts, but gods does he love to watch them. The scared man on stage seeming to do some sort of tap dance as the lights come on, shinning in an almost star shape. And mumbo was mesmerized.

He watched as the man he had come to spend hundreds of dollar just to watch over the years tilted up his too tall top hat with a grin. The grey and white cat named jellie standing on his shoulders, looking around in fascination. Scar leaned forward on his cane, looking at the crowd with a large smirk.

"Hello!! And welcome to the goodtimes with scar show!! I'm your host, scar himself!! Kick back, relax, and enjoy some magic!!" The man called out as if he was on a game show, before twirling his wrist, a deck of cards suddenly in his hands. Mumbo didn't have a moment to think before the cards were in the air, and raining down. 

Mumbo let out an amazed laugh as scars once formal suit, changed before his very eyes into a long bright green, fitted coat, undone to show a silly, poofy dress shirt from a few centuries ago. No matter how many times he watched the start of the show, it never got less amazing.

At some point, after the cards had all fallen, a king of diamonds had made its way to Mumbo. The card had been signed on the front, and mumbo waisted just a second tracing the gold checked pattern on the back, before looking at scars signature deck, the king was himself, in all his glory, the queen was always jellie, the jack a pair of tap shoes. And the ace? A cane. Mumbo felt his face heat up as scar put on a rather loud tap dance performance to some song mumbo heard a million and one time. His feet moving faster then mumbo had the time to notice, moving the cards everywhere as he did so.  Some entering the air again.

It always amazed him, how scar moved, in an almost cartoon like sense, body bending in odd ways. If scar wasn't a magician mumbo could confidently say he'd be a damn good contortionist, or a dancer, or a lot of things really.

every time mumbo watched he swore he felt his heart race. When scar would laugh, and suddenly mumbo could see flames come out of scars mouth, he swore he could almost feel the heat.

He didn't know how the man did it really.

He didn't think he cared at the end of the show really

Not when mumbo would wait at the doorway, long after the show ended only for a tired scar to wander out, jellie in her carrier, yawning, and mumbling as he leaned onto mumbo

"I swear it gets later everytime.." he mumbles with a chuckle, cane practically stapping into the ground

"It's what...1am..? That's not too bad!! Last time we left at like..2, 3am?"

He chuckled a yawn of his own riding as they wander over to scars car. Jellie meowing loudly.

Mumbo doesn't think he cares at the end of the show, on how scar does it. He gets too much of a thrill by watching

Additional notes:

I decided, last night, at 2am, I wanted to write this for today, I have a post scheduled for day 4 already, so I wasn't planning on writing again for this event. Cuz deser duo week is close, and I have even more things I'm wanting to write, and ita just, yeah, messy messy messy. But, suddenly I got inspired to write again for this day. And go for the curses parts of this prompt, but, don't know when it'll be up cjlhkdkhddku, today, tomorrow, 3 weeks from now who knows

[george-weasleys-girl]

North Star Series

Chapter 31 - Settling In

Summary: Things don't go as smoothly as George and Y/N had hoped upon her return.

Warnings: cursing

Start here:

George traced Y/N's arm, his fingers feather light raising goosebumps on her skin. They lay face to face, their two bodies intertwined as one. He moved his hand to brush away a lock of hair that had fallen across her sleeping face. In the year they'd been apart, he'd never got used to her being gone. Even months after she left, he'd find himself jumping up to tell her something, only to remember she wasn't there. She had become just as much a part of him as Fred was. Without her, his world was broken, incomplete.

That was why her current predicament saddened him so much.

YN had sent in her application to join the Hemalurgy Guild within the first week of her return. It was now over two months later, and still no response. Until she became a registered Guild member, she couldn't practice Hemalurgy legally in Britain.

At any other time, George and Fred would've been more than happy to subvert the status quo. But this wasn't any other time. The penalty for practicing Hemalurgy illegally was far harsher than the once traditional fine. And now, with the Ministry arresting people over the slightest offenses, Y/N was particularly vulnerable, being both muggle born AND American. Add breaking the law to that, and she would be looking at a one-way ticket to Azkaban or worse.

It was rumored that Umbridge had discovered a spell to nullify someone's magical abilities and that it had become one of her favorite punishments for muggle-born witches and wizards. Although the stories had not been verified, George was still not willing to take the risk. And quite frankly, neither was Y/N.

So she waited, biding her time as best she could. She started by helping out in the shop several days a week and, on her days off, worked to transform their apartment from a quintessential bachelor pad into a warm, cozy home. These things kept her busy, and she was more than happy to do them, but they did nothing to dissapate the lingering uncertainty that loomed over her like a storm cloud ready to burst.

And burst it did the following morning.

~•~

George and Y/N giggled as they listened to Fred singing at the top of his lungs in the shower. Thanks to a little matchmaking work on George and Y/N's part, they'd convinced Angie and Fred to meet for coffee on his day off. That first meet-up ended up leading to several more. And now, after a couple of months, they were going out on a formal date.

"I'm glad to see him so happy," George commented.

"Me too," Y/N agreed, "even if his singing sounds like a screech owl's mating call."

George laughed and then cringed. "Especially when he tries to hit those high notes."

They were both still laughing when they heard the familiar 'tap, tap, tap' of an owl at the window.

"Oh Godric," George said. "Let's hope he didn't attract an admirer."

Y/N snorted, watching as her boyfriend opened the window to find not one but two owls. "Looks like both of us are getting answers today," he said, handing her a letter from a certain W. Merryweather Esq. of the Hemalurgy Guild and holding up another from a company that was supposed to be sending a much delayed and much anticipated part for a prototype the twins had been working on.

Y/N stared at the letter in her hands. "I'm almost afraid to open it."

"Same. Why don't we open each other's?" George suggested. "You tell me what's in mine, and I'll tell you what's in yours."

"Good idea," Y/N said, trading letters with George.

With one another's letter in hand, they ripped them open, reading in silence the contents therein.

'Oh, for fuck's sake,' Y/N thought, then looked up to find George watching her. The moment their eyes met, they both knew that neither one had good news.

"Who goes first?" George's voice held a slight tremor.

"I--I will," Y/N stuttered.

George nodded.

Y/N cleared her throat. It was a long, convoluted ramble, so she read out the only part George was interested in hearing. "We regret to inform you that your order has been canceled as we no longer deliver to your particular area. Many apologies for the inconvenience."

"Damn it!" George's fist hit the kitchen counter with such force that Y/N was afraid he might've broken a bone. Momentarily forgetting her own letter, she rushed around to look at the hand he was now cradling in his other.

"Here, let me see," Y/N said. Nodding, George sucked in his breath as she examined his injury. "Can you move your fingers?"

"Yeah, think so," George said through gritted teeth, flexing his fingers.

"Ok, good. No broken bones, then. But you probably jammed your knuckles or at least bruised yourself pretty bad. I'll go grab the apothecary kit." But, when Y/N moved to go, George stopped her.

"My hand can wait," he said. "Your letter is more important.

Y/N froze.

Right.

Her letter.

"Um, ok. If you're certain."

"I am," George replied. "Let's go sit in the living room."

Y/N's heart plummeted. "That bad, huh?"

George didn't answer, instead opting to read the letter aloud once they were settled on the sofa.

"Miss Y/L/N,

Thank you for your recent inquiry. Unfortunately, due to current circumstances, the Guild has temporarily disbanded and is not accepting new members at this time."

The same anger that had risen up in George now pumped through her veins. Y/N stood up and paced the room, both hands balled into tight fists. "Fuck Voldemort," she hissed. "And fuck the Death Eaters. And fuck the fucking horse they fucking rode in on."

George stared up at his girlfriend. He'd seen Y/N angry before, but this was different. This was a seething, calm anger. Vicious and cold. For the first time, he wondered if his fear for her safety was misplaced. Maybe it was Voldemort and the Death Eaters who should fear her and not the other way around.

~•~

A black cloud hung over the apartment the next few days. Even Fred's happy reunion with Angelina barely cut through the bleak miasma.

"Ready, love?" George asked.

"No," Y/N sighed. "Can't we just stay home? I'm not sure I'm up for this."

They were having dinner at the Burrow that evening. With school out for the summer, it would be the first time since her arrival that Y/N would see the rest of the Weasley family, save for Molly, who had warmed up to her significantly since her return, inviting her over for tea a couple of times.

"I so wish we could darling," George replied. "I'd love nothing more than to curl up in bed with you and pretend the outside world doesn't exist. But everyone is expecting us. Especially, Ginny. And if we don't show up, she'll come and drag us there, kicking and screaming."

That brought a small grin to Y/N's face. She'd missed Ginny almost as much as she'd missed George and was very much looking forward to spending some "girl time" with her adopted sister.

"Okay," she took a deep breath and gave George's hand a squeeze. "Let's do this."

~•~

"No," George's voice was firm. "I'm not endangering Y/N's life, and neither are you."

~•~

He couldn't believe the conversation he was having. Nor could he believe that Lupin could've asked it of Y/N or that she was considering the possibility.

Next Chapter:

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[complainingatthevoid]

Far, Far Away for the backstory info, if you're up for it!! (I always spot these and mean to send them in, and thoroughly forget.) (Hope you're having a lovely day today :))

Thanks for the ask! Hope you’re having a lovely day as well! (I'm not the best at remembering to do these admittedly, posting or asking. Trying though!)

So, a lot of my fic planning happens when my friend Falalalafell and I stream games, which started with my other fic, You’ve Always Been the New You. At some point we switched from the Remedy games that helped inspire that fic to Jedi: Fallen Order and later Jedi: Survivor. We were still talking about character stuff for You’ve Always Been the New You, but because of the Star Wars game going on, we also started joking about a Shield/Star Wars crossover. Which slowly turned into a less of a joke? And all the characters started getting tragic backstories? Eventually it became clear that I was in fact going to write another longfic crossover about these characters, because I have no self restraint, and Falalalafell likes to encourage my weird ideas.

It turned into this way to flip a bunch of things about different characters and see how it changed them, or how they stayed the same (different character’s relationship to authority, who had powers that put them in danger with the government, who’s alien to the rest, characters being from different cultures, etc.). There was definitely some bleed over from the other fic I think, in that focus on events changing people. Or, maybe that’s just what I like to write about. Plus, it gives me an excuse to write more action and fight scenes than anything else I’ve written. I’m having a lot of fun with it!

I also have a backstory piece about Melinda and Phil in that world that’s mostly finished, which got written to help me work through some characterization stuff, because the ways those two are different from from their canon counterparts are in some ways fairly significant. It might be a bit yet until I post that, since I want some of the character reveals to happen in the main fic first. Soon though!

[idv-news-boi]

Interviewing Fallen Stars~ [Act 1]

Ft. @idv-ask-the-showman (this has been proofread.)

Note// This is content in means to feature residents that are active in Olectus Manor :)

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{At Laurence's Studios}

Laurence// Good morning, fellas!!! *cheers and music can be heard in the bg* Today is a new beginning once again! I'm Laurence Godfrey, your local reporter of Oletus Times!

Laurence// Welcome to "Interviewing Fallen Stars!" Show~ ✨️🎉

Laurence// The honored guest for this month is going to be....

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Phineas// HEYYYYYYY!!! >:DD 🎉✨️<- {Phineas Smith, the Bitterfly Showman} *kicks the box that has been hiding him out of the way */ih

Laurence// Alright, my friend! Feel yourself at home. :)

Phineas// Oh yes, I really feel like I'm still sitting on my couch- *leans back on the guest armchair dramatically* But of course... THERE IS NO OTHER PLACE LIKE HOME~~ (n3n)✨️

Laurence// Well said, my man! And well, how are you doing?

Phineas// I'm doing wonderful...! Fantastic! supercalifragilisticexpialidocious~!!!

Laurence// I love your spirit! Well, here are some questions some people may like to know about you... Would it be alright if I address each of them? ^^✨️

Phineas// OH-✨️ That’s perfectly great! Hit me up, I'll do all my best to answer them all. >:)

Laurence// Excellent, and no worries! We have all day. B))✨️

...

What's the inspiration that created his circus? Like even the origin of its name?

“oh! MANY generations ago, my ancestors were poor and hardly had a penny to their name. But there were a pair of twins, a girl and a boy, who were skilled with some card tricks and dances. They put their skills into use after seeing how their parents struggle to meet their needs. They would always go at night to the public gardens and perform there underneath the moonlight for a living, surprisingly catching ppl’s attention...."

"They would talk about the beautiful girl who dance among the butterflies of the garden and the boy with the beautiful blue gem like eyes and charming smile, shocking everyone with his card tricks. By how much attention they had gotten, they earned a lot of money and managed to save their family from dying from hunger..."

"They didn’t stop after that though, and instead continued it and invited the rest of their family to join in, they decided they would open a circus (aka the Butterfly of the Blue Moon) and travel the world to not only for their needs, but also spread the joy and happiness they also feel~”

What regions did the circus used to travel in Europe?

“The circus normally stays in one place for a whole year before moving to another. It was at first limited around Europe and mostly Germany yet we managed to expand the horizons at the end! Later on, we started to go to other nations as well as we could while recruiting more people along the way. That is how our circus has many people from multiple backgrounds!”

What should the audience know you as? Either by name or occupation

“I do not mind what my beloved audience calls me, as long as it is not disrespectful!! Normally, I would like to have a closer bond with them, and if they just call me by my name!”

What does the circus offer for one's entertainment and delight?

“The Circus offers all kinds of entertainment that has never seen before! We proud ourselves by our unlimited imagination and how far we are willing to go just to draw a happy smile on everyone faces~ There is a reason why it was ranked #1 after all, so it's worth to come and see it yourself~! hehehe.”

When do performances usually start?

“hmm~ it depends, but normally we start the main shows around nighttime when the moon is high in the sky! But there would still be mini shows that start around daytime.”

Are there any times or days where you can contact Phineas for questions?

“You can hang out with me around the afternoon, where I normally be in the greenhouse and enjoy my afternoon tea time break!”

What's with the theme about butterflies from his performances?

“The butterflies were always around when the twins were performing, giving how the garden was full of them, so it became a tradition in the circus to always have butterflies fly as the crest. They fly around freely, and we make sure they are treated well. There are times you can find the butterflies roaming around, or even having the performers wear butterfly themed outfits!”

What do you like and dislike?

“I dislike heats and close tied places… it brings bad memories… I especially also dislike it when someone talk about my own death without me allowing them to. As for what I like~… hmm~ MAN, there is a lot! But you can say one of them is enjoying some theatre shows and hanging out with my friends!”

Favorite holiday? Favorite food?

"I like Christmas! The nice cold wind and the beautiful atmosphere you get when hanging out with your family, ahh~ such a priceless feeling!” “As for the food, it would be none-sugar apple pie! My nanny used to make it a lot of times for me!”

What are your thoughts when receiving gifts from fans or admirers?

“oh~ the sheer joy and happiness I get when I receive a gift from my beloved fans is just over the moon!! I would even start feeling bad since I wouldn’t have something to return the favour, so I tend to either invite them for a small mini tea party or I go out of my way to get them something, hahah!”

...

Laurence// Well, these are all the questions for you so far! Everyone, if there are any more things you want to ask to Phineas. Let him know!

Phineas// YESSS! I’m always at the certain butterfly trailer door if anyone needs me- you might find it easily, it's not so far from Laurence's door after all~!

Laurence// Thank you so much for coming over, Phineas! Want a cup of lemon tea? :DD

Phineas// Don't mention it! And you don't bother to offer... I'm already drinking from the jug~ ^^ *sipping from a huge cup of tea *

Laurence// *notices that his jug of tea in his hand is now empty* Huh...??? Oh, Oh well,,,,;;; 🤣😅

THE END

[nana-kom]

Hi 💕 I’ve been thinking all week about doing the next part of Soulmate with Jisung and Minho and finally I have time to write it, im so so happy 🥰 + for the releasing a Minsung song it’s perfect !

This is a weight gain fic, this contain feederism. So if you don’t like don’t read.

Soulmate

Part 2

Minsung’s night

Jisung had been planning this for weeks and couldn't wait any longer. Since Minho had started putting on weight, their relationship had taken another turn for the better, and both men were enjoying it immensely. And since Hyunjin had talked to him about proposing Changbin, Jisung had also asked Minho to marry him, and a few months later they were now engaged. And for this Jisung had ordered a cake several weeks ago, but not just any cake, a three-tiered chocolate cake with vanilla icing, just for his fiancé. A surprise cake that he was finally ready to feed Minho tonight.

That's why he was looking forward to finishing his day, and lucky for him Hyunjin was apparently in a hurry too, so they closed the gallery early. Jisung hurried off to the patisserie and when he saw the cake he got stars in his eyes, it was even bigger in real life and even more beautiful, he knew this patisserie had a good reputation but this was even more impressive. He then thanked the pastry chef and left the store with the cake in his hands, which, in addition to being big, was also heavy, he thought as he headed home. Once through the door of his apartment, he put the cake down in the kitchen before joining his boyfriend in the living room. Minho was sitting on the sofa, accompanied by numerous snacks on the table that they had eaten throughout the day. Jisung admired him for a moment, remembering his boyfriend, who used to be slim and muscular, but now looked like a fat pig, sunken into his sofa. His belly protruded from his T-shirt and covered his legs, his face was buried in his double chin and his arms were so heavy that he kept them resting on his belly. As for his breasts, they were even bigger than a woman's and also fell on his belly. Minho was nothing like the man he'd once been and was just a little pig who liked to gorge himself on the food his boyfriend gave him.

Jisung had told him about his attractions a few years ago, and Minho had fallen under the spell of gorging himself and feeling full and stuffed. He loved food as much as he loved Jisung and he loved his body getting fatter and fatter, feeling himself getting heavier and heavier, finding it hard to walk and having to catch his breath as he walked. Minho was just a fatso who liked to do nothing but eat, and Jisung was simply in love with him. Jisung sat down next to him and rested his head against his shoulder, which was as soft as every other part of his body. And put a hand on his belly, which seemed to be swollen.

"Did you eat well today baby?"

"Enough to not have the courage to get up and put it all away." Minho replied, putting his arm around Jisung and Jisung came to stick to Minho's body feeling all the soft curves of his body against his slim body. "Did you have a good day?"

"Very good...I couldn't wait to get home to see you!" Jisung blushed then as she straightened up and looked at Minho. "Are you hungry?" Minho then smiled and Jisung found it adorable the way his eyes disappeared when he smiled because of his big cheeks.

"Is that a serious question? I've only eaten four meals today and there must be at least one or two snacks left in the cupboards!"

"Even though I went for the grocery yesterday? You really are a greedy pig, you know that don't you?"

"I especially know how much it turns you on pervert!" Jisung smiled and put his hand on Minho's belly,

"And believe me, tonight I'm going to fill you up!" he said as he stood up.

Jisung then went into the kitchen to get the cake he was so excited to show it. He then grabbed it before arriving in the living room and placing it on the table in front of Minho, who looked at the surprised cake wondering what was going on, especially as it looked to be really huge. Jisung then smiled, showing the cake with his hands.

"So!!! What do you think of my surprise?"

"Jisung...it's really beautiful...you...how long have you been planning this?"

"Several weeks! I ordered it from a famous patisserie, are you ready to devour it baby?"

"Do you think I can?" Said Minho as he slowly straightened up, sighing as he drew closer to the cake.

"Of course I can, and I'm here to help!" He then handed him a spoon and Minho smiled before moving towards the cake.

He then planted his spoon on the first layer and took a bite, the cake was delicious, it was both moist and soft, as well as tender and sweet exactly as it should be, it also seemed a little light but he knew that this was only the beginning and that in the end it would be much harder to finish. He took a second bite and a third, devouring his cake like he hadn't eaten all day, and Jisung, who was standing next to him, could only admire him. He loved the way he put food around his mouth, and the way he lose himself in the food as if nothing mattered. Jisung's gaze went to Minho's belly, which fell slightly between his fat thighs, and seemed to grow heavier and heavier, especially when he realized that he was already starting the second floor.

"You really are a good boy you know that right?"

"Mmmh..tr...trying...to...be," he said, catching his breath before beginning the second floor.

"How can you gorge yourself so much when you've spent all day eating? You really are just a pig who spends his days sitting on the couch too lazy to move all his fat aren't you?"

"Y...ou...made me this way..."

"Yet I'm not the one who's devouring a three-tier cake all by myself!"

Minho blushed as he realized that this was the truth, and that he enjoyed hearing Jisung talk to him like that. He then shrugged his shoulders before continuing to eat the cake, now the bites were getting harder and harder but he wanted to keep going, out of pride and because he liked to feel so full that he wouldn't be able to move. He wanted to feel fat and become more and more dependent on Jisung as well as on food. He was seriously starting to reach his limits and he put a hand on his belly, which was really swollen, letting out a sigh then he put the spoon down then leaned his back against the sofa and he loosened the elastic of his jogging bottoms to make more room for his belly, already that his t-shirt didn't cover much he was even more stretched than before. Jisung moved closer and gently caressed his boyfriend's belly.

"so soft...and so warm...and so swollen...are you enjoying this?"

"m...mso...full..."

"But there's still plenty left, thank goodness I'm here to help!"

Jisung then grabbed the rest of the cake and positioned herself on his fiancé's legs before placing the cake on his stomach, then taking the spoon and pushing it into his mouth. Minho enjoyed being fed by Jisung so much that he could continue to eat a little longer, even if his stomach's limits were coming to an end. And then he remembered that he'd been eating all day and now he was eating even more, not only out of gluttony, but also for the pleasure of getting fatter and fatter. Jisung was fascinated by Minho's abilities and wondered how much fatter his boyfriend would continue to get for him. He loved every shape of his body, and seeing his giggling body when he was walking or when he stood up and his belly fell in front of his legs while jiggling under any simple movement, yes Minho had become a real blob for his boyfriend and both of them couldn't be happier.

"J...sung...can't...mmfull..."

"It's only a little bit left, I'm sure you will do it!"

" But... " he let out a little burp, he's body was so sweating right now and his face looks even more fatter as his cheeks full of food. " Too...big... "

"Don't say stupid things, you know you will never be too big for me...and you don't what Changbin to be fatter than you?"

"wh...hhuf...what about...Changbin?"

"Hyunjin have a thing for feedism too...i mean maybe I am for sometimes but! Be a good boy and finish your cake for me!"

"Will you give me...belly rubs?"

" you’ll have more than that piggy "

Minho then smiled before opening his mouth again with trembling lips before Jisung started feeding him again, this time he'd really reached his limits and this cake was too big for him, but he never refused a challenge and he wanted to see himself succeed, especially under Jisung's praises who, as he fed him, caressed his swollen belly, who have creating such a big space between them that it excited him even more. The taste of cake wasn't even as good as before, but the pleasure of feeling himself getting heavier, all that accumulated, couldn't stop him. Finally, the last bite arrived and Jisung removed the cake from him before kissing his belly. As Minho eased his head back onto the sofa, he closed his eyes in an attempt to start digesting and regain his senses.

"You did a great job, who would have thought that one person could finish such a big cake, well…not really a person...I should rather say a pig...that's what you are isn't it?"

"I...im...not..."

"I'm not sure a normal human could have eaten all that, but you did!"

"For...you..."

"I know baby....you're perfect..." Jisung ran his hand over Minho's double chin with a napkin to remove all the chocolate from his face. "I love you so much..."

"I love you....more..."

"I know you do babe...because with you...it's always more..."

[chiffaust]

HAPPY HOLIDAYSS!🌟 <333 can i request 💋 + Keito? it'd be funny to see him in that situation.. /gets kicked. anyways, hoping that you'll have fun w this!! thanks a lot!

DAY 13 — CHRISTMAS PROMPT 💋 + keito hasumi

💋 — be caught standing under the mistletoe

‎ (n.) — i cried tears of happiness seeing keito gets requested thank you for granting me this opportunity. i am in shambles i love keito hasumi from the hit game ensemble stars from the hit unit akatsuki so much. he makes me insane in a bad way but i still love him

Thankfully at the end of the day, you both managed to cast your works aside and have the rest of the year for yourselves, and what better what to spend Christmas together than participating in Rhylin's Christmas party?

Truth to be told, he didn't want to go to this party—he had another plan in mind and that is to just spend time with you alone but one after the other, he was persuaded to come. Alas, you too were fallen victim to it.

You both were standing somewhere in a less secluded area, looking around at how lively people are at this event.

"I can't believe I'd let Kanzaki persuade me into coming." He sighed, shaking his head in regret

"You aren't exactly the only one here, that's for sure." You replied, chuckling lightly. "Y'know, when the high schoolers said they wanted me to come, I couldn't bring myself not to."

"You're too soft on them, [Name]." He said truthfully.

"Weren't you also persuaded? You sound like a hypocrite right now." You chuckled, watching his cheeks taint with pink hues out of embarrassment.

Nonetheless, your attention were brought back to the sea of people in front of you once again. Some were merely acquaintances of yours, some where friends you cherish deeply, but you could see clearly just how happy they are on this day.

You didn't say anything to him, yet Keito knows you were thinking of something. Before he could ask, you grabbed his hands within yours, a smile soon appearing on your face.

"Do you... Wanna grab a drink together? Or something to eat?" You ask, smiling at him.

He was left confused for a moment before smiling slightly. He really cannot know what your next course of action is, can he?

"Sure, I'm quite hungry myself." He agreed, alas letting himself being dragged by you to the food section.

Before you two could arrive there, you were greeted by ra*bits who in turn each gave you two a christmas present of their own.

Neither of you had any idea on why they'd do so. Very much speechless, you two could only thank them for their sudden gifts as you greeted each other merry christmas.

Well, that was certainly weird. Thank goodness the box isn't too big for any of you, and you're both sure that the christmas exchanging is starting later and not now. Perhaps you two should just place it somewhere first?

Then all of the sudden the rest of UNDEAD came and each greeted you in their own ways; they also gave you presents. Keito was in fact flustered at this point and declined their gifts, but they were weirdly persistent on giving him theirs. Alas, more gifts was gifted to him, to you.

"Is this some sort of trap...? Why're they gifting us so many gifts all of the sudden?" Keito soon voices out his concern, sweat-dropping at the piles of present he has to hold in his hands, all decorated in their own little ways.

"Yo, danna." Suddenly a voice spoke, thus Kuro appeared with two present in hand along with Souma too.

"K-Kiryu? What is the meaning of this?"

"What do you mean? We just wanted to say thanks to you two fer workin' and still bein' with us until today. No ulterior motives here."

"Kiryu-dono is correct! We, from Rhylink want to properly thank you two for working with us so much this year!" Souma agreed to Kuro's statement, smiling happily at you two.

"So I hope you two will gladly accept these gifts I have prepared!" He bows down slightly, holding both gifts in his hand. One for you and one for Keito.

"Thank you... I guess...?" Keito said, still unsure on what to say, yet he still took it and placed it on top of the piles of presents he has in his hands.

You also took yours, smiling happily at him while muttering a little "thank you" for his kind gesture.

"Here's my gift for you two then ♪" Kuro said, placing it on yours and Keito's presents, smiling happily.

"Well, that's all we have for you two. See ya later." Kuro said, then soon left in a hurry it rather seems like whilst Souma soon followed. He waved back to you before completely leaving.

"They're... Acting weird." You chuckled slightly, looking down at the boxes of gifts you have now.

Keito could only sigh loudly in response, putting some on the ground. "I deeply apologize for them, I in fact also have no idea on what they're trying to do." He apologized.

"Do you need help with carrying the gifts? I can help you if you'd like." He offered to help, but you quickly decline his generous offer.

"Ah, no. I'm fine." You said, your eyes soon looking up to the ceiling. Keito raised an eyebrow, seeing that you had just widen yur eyes in surprise before he also does the same.

There totally was an ulterior motive here; you're both are seriously under the mistletoe whilst everyone was watching.

He blushed, red hues tainting his cheeks in embarrassment at the realization of what this means. They totally set him up for this! How much of a fool he was for not seeing that mistletoe sooner, he should've realized something was up when UNDEAD suddenly gave him presents!

He looked to you, and you were starting to giggle while batting your eye at him like some sort of highschool girl seeing her crush in the hallway.

"Hey, Keito-kun. Do you like me?" You ask, giving him the puppy dog eyes as if you two aren't already dating.

"Don't look at me like that." Keito said, glancing away from you, his face flushed red.

"But do you wanna kiss?" You ask, not dropping that puppy dog eyes you're giving him. He hates how you're clearly teasing him right now especially in front of others.

He clears his throat, trying to find the correct words to say to you, yet he was unable to. From the first word he spoke, you already were pulling him in for a kiss.

The kiss didn't last long, thankfully, but he was sure people will tease him for a very long time for this moment.

You smiled at him innocently, trying to act as if you didn't do anything wrong. "Merry Christmas, sweetheart."

He can't really stay mad at you for long, can he? A fit of chuckle stifled out of him as he looks at you with a genuine smile on his face.

"Yes... Whatever. Merry Christmas to you too, darling."

[sevenish-spheres]

Hell and the Devils: An introduction

Today I'm going to start a series of posts about one of the most well-known of the Outer Planes, and one of the ones closest to its dnd ancestor, Pandorum.

The Nine Hells of Pandorum, sometimes known simply as Hell, is among the most infamous of the Outer Planes, and is home to innumerable Devils, Goetics and a truly staggering number of mortal souls. Hell is located within the Sanguine Sphere, on the edge of the Battlefield Stars. It is divided into nine layers, with each being ruled by a different Archdevil. Below them are myriad lesser nobles drawn from the ranks of powerful Devils, Goetics and, in a few rare cases, other creatures such as Rakshasa. The layers vary greatly in both appearance and inhabitants, but are each based around one of the seven great sins Asmodeus saw in mortals before his fall (alongside the first and last, which serve as an entrance of sorts and Asmodeus’ personal realm respectively). The Nine Layers of Hell are as follows:

Avernas- The Entrance of Hell, and the only Layer where the River Styx Flows. Home to near-constant battles between devils and the warriors of the Battlefield Stars. Ruled by Sathariel

Ephrosia- Layer of Lust and home to the city of Dis, where souls damned to Pandorum are judged. Ruled by Dispater, although his paramour Belial holds almost equal power.

Consuuli- Layer of Gluttony, ruled by Manducare

Vricia- Layer of Greed, ruled by Mammon

Geryona- Layer of Wrath, ruled by Geryon

Kimeron- Layer of Sloth (And more recently, technology), ruled by Belphegor

Icaria- Layer of Pride (and Heresy), ruled by Moloch

Iudecca- Layer of Envy, ruled by Mephistopheles (although Baalzebub still believes himself its true ruler)

Noctis- The Pit, fortress of Asmodeus himself.

A History of Pandorum

Pandorum likely began as simply another one of the Battlefield Stars, and is believed to have been lifeless save for a few Asura till the exile of the former Empyrean of Vengeance, Asmodeus. He was disgusted by the sin of mortals, and feared the rise of the Nadir within the River Styx, which already had spawned the first Demons. So, Asmodeus vowed to take sinful mortals himslef, punishing them as he saw fit and, in time, twisting them into the first of the devils.

Asmodeus was not exiled alone, taking numerous Archons with him, and despite their relatively small numbers these early devils (Who would later be known as Elpynarii) swiftly overtook Pandorum's Asura inhabitants.

Shortly after this conquest the first of the Archdevils were named, and although their exact names are lost to history, it is known that Shemihazah the Twice-Fallen, Azazel the Shaitan Prince and Baalzebul the Forsaken were among these early Archdevils.

In the beginning, souls were dragged to Hell indiscriminately, with some perhaps-innocent souls ending up within its depths. Therefore it took relatively little time for the loyal Archons led by Asmodeus' replacement, Nemesis to marshal and attack Pandorum with the aid of numerous Asuras and Usubians.

The ensuing war left both sides devastated, and allowed a vast swathe of souls to be devoured by the Nadir and converted into early demons, and as such a treaty was established. The Devils would be free to take any souls they could convince via a contract to enter Hell's legions, and in exchange they would be allowed effective free reign over Pandorum and the souls within.

Devils

The Devils are among the most infamous of the inhabitants of the Sanguine Sphere, and are perhaps the best known in the Crucible. They are led by Asmodeus and the Archdevils below him, and are organised into a strict hierarchy. Devils begin their life as Pretas, pathetic ghoul-like devils formed from mortals convinced to sell their souls, who crawl out of the Styx where it flows through Avernas. From there, they join great crowds of their kind and make their way to the city of Dis, where they are judged and sent to the appropriate layer of Pandorum. In their assigned layer, the Preta devils are punished, although this is not, as most mortal scholars believe, for the sake of punishment alone. Instead, this punishment slowly concentrates that mortal’s sin and resentment of the gods until they undergo a foul metamorphosis and emerge as a devil better fitting their form. Alongside this, powerful devils can promote their lessers (provided they file the correct paperwork, of course), creating devils not specific to a given sin and allowing devils to step closer to Archdevil status. All devils are immensely jealous of one another, seeking to rise by any means to the top (or bottom, from a certain point of view) of the hells’ hierarchy. However, whilst assassination isn’t uncommon, devils must be careful when doing so, as being caught brings down heavy sanctions, such as demotion to a lesser form. Other than the death of a superior, the main way devils rise in rank is through a contract with a mortal in which the mortal exchanges their soul for some pittance of power. Extensive courts exist within Pandorum to mediate disputes over the rights of a devil to a soul, and the more souls a devil tempts the further it is likely to be promoted, although superiors frequently take percentages of credit through further internal contracts made between devils. The majority of devils (generally excluding Serf Devils) wear masks and armour forged by the Mekurabe, a form of fiend who pledged their allegiance to Asmodeus. The purpose of these masks is unknown, but they seem to often bear enchantments, and even if this is not the case, are regarded as status symbols by other devils.

[tvmigraine]

FORGOTTEN LIVES: Christopher Baker

Before we begin! Remember to get a copy of the Forgotten Lives Omnibus at this link! I believe pre-orders are open until the 1st of September, you may miss your chance to get this book - don't miss out!

It's no secret to any Classic Who fan (or even modern Who) that the BBC failed to maintain classic stories, with a many missing episodes reanimated to fill these spaces and a majority of Who's third season completely lost to time. Of course, without Doctor Who at home, fans had to find other places to have the Doctor's adventures at home. In 1964 we'd see the first Doctor Who novel released, alongside something much more important to today's discussion - the TV Comics.

I originally made the claim that Christopher Baker (1937-2011) had no proper ties to the show, but I was actually wrong about that. While he wasn't tied down by Doctor Who like other Morbius Doctors were, he was a Production Assistant at the BBC during the 70s. He also went on as a director for shows like Emmerdale and Star Cops later in his career during the 80s.

While the Doctor himself is certainly interesting, I think it's more interesting to discuss his companions for this story. Rather than running into a companion surrogate on an adventure, the Doctor travels with his two children - Jilly and Cedric. As one of the few Doctors in this book with a definitive final story, we get to experience the lives of Jilly and Cedric fully as they travel with their father through time and space.

We've never had the opportunity to meet the children of the Doctor before, so this presents a unique chance to learn more about the Doctor without pulling away the curtain. The idea of the Doctor travelling with two of his children may feel familiar to fans of the TV comics, which introduced us to John and Gillian Who, two other grandchildren - the TV Comics were unable to use the television companions for a time, so instead had the 1st and 2nd Doctors travel with two other grandchildren on adventures. Getting to see more of the paternal side of the Doctor was refreshing, a side that I'd argue we haven't seen since Hartnell's care for characters like Susan, Vicki and Dodo. Cedric and Jilly present a fun dynamic with their Doctor, where he can try and raise them to follow some of the lessons he's taught himself while they offer him a relationship he rarely has the luxury for.

There is other notable things about this Doctor that I personally love. Have you ever read a classic sci-fi from 50, 70, 90 years ago only to find it makes some radical prediction of the future that never came true? This story does much the same thing, with the astonishing year where man has managed to make it to Venus being 1975. For a story written as if it came out in the 40s, 1975 helps it both fit with the fiction of the time's improper predictions while also... honestly just being fun.

The design for the Doctor stands out due to his Pilgrim aesthetic, a nice way of making him seem more anachronistic than even some later Doctors after him. It also nicely contrasts with the design for his TARDIS - the metal pillars give it a feeling reminiscent of the 8th Doctor's TARDIS, while the overall design feels like a cathedral. Considering the subject matter of his first story, The Cross of Venus, it feels apt.

I'm going to be more candid than usual, because the Third Doctor has a personal importance to me. I want to be a writer someday and I'd wanted to write for Doctor Who since I was a kid, but I had fallen out of my passion for both since starting uni and struggling with mental health for a while. Last year, before my second year of uni started, I chose to pick up Forgotten Lives 1&2 because the money went to a good cause (please support Alzheimer's Research). All of the stories in these books helped pull my love of Doctor Who back out, even prompting me to bring out all my old DVDs and start collecting again. As much as my renewed love for the show is thanks to Obverse Books and everyone else involved, my love for writing and storytelling was brought about by "The First Englishmen". It's hard for me to properly explain, but it was @pluralzalpha's story that specifically made me write again, telling the first proper story I had since I was in school. So as dopey as it is, I have immense gratitude both to him and everyone else who worked on Forgotten Lives for getting me to create again. And it's why, so long as pre-orders are open, I'll insist anybody with interest should pick up this book. Support the release and raise money to fight Alzheimers.

For more insight into the creative process of every author that worked on Forgotten Lives, you can go to @forgottenlivesobverse and find interviews from everyone involved across the books. If you're looking for insight on how the outfits were designed, you can go to Paul Hanley's Patreon and find what went into designing each Doctor.

Here's what to expect from the Third Doctor's adventures, travelling time and space with his son and daughter. Expect to see a saboteur on Venus and covered up history.

THE CROSS OF VENUS by Andrew Hickey

THE FIRST ENGLISHMAN by Daniel Tessier

RETROGENESIS (Part Three) by Philip Purser-Hallard

SWAN SONG by Andrew Hickey

Our next Doctor will be the Philip Hinchcliffe Doctor, who shows how art can influence the writing. Until then, I wish you all well and don't be scared to create something.

[fangirlstorycreator]

Terry X Reader

Context: Terry comes home to find you asleep on the sofa with your baby girl 💚

Terry had to interview some new sensei's for the dojo today, so he wasnt going to be home for a while. You however had plenty of time at home to look after your baby girl. She was about 7-8 months old at this point, and always wanting attention of some kind. Terry had bought you a nifty little belt that you could put on your hip, so when you held your baby, she could sit on a cushioned bit of the belt, and your back wouldnt hurt. Carrying a baby everywhere wasnt the easiest, but with this little contraption, it was so much better. The day was just like every other day, you fed her, changed her, put her down for her naps and played with her throughout the day.

It was a long and tiaring day for you, so when you finaly managed to stop, you sat on the sofa with your baby girl cuddling into your chest and read her one of her books. You couldn't help the wave of tiredness that washed over you, you had finaly had a chance to stop for the day, and it was nice just to sit. You couldn't help yourself, when the book was nearly at the end, your eyes were so heavy that they shut, and you had fallen fast asleep. Your baby didnt mind, she was just happy sat cuddling up with you, and even she started to dose off too. About half an hour went buy, and your daughter started to stir back awake. You however were still asleep.

That's when the front door opens and in walks Terry. "Hey, how are my 2 favourite-" He stops in his tracks when he see's you fast asleep with the baby happily sat with you. He sometimes takes just a moment to look at you, and thank his lucky stars that he was lucky enough to have everything he ever wanted, a loving wife and a beautiful daughter. As a husband and father, he loved seeing moments like this. He lowered his voice a little so he didnt wake you, and he walked over to the sofa, making your daughter giggle at the sight of him, and hold her little hands out. "Hello my little princess" Terry says as he picks her up and gives her a little cuddle and a kiss on the forehead. "Poor mummy looks very tired doesn't she?" Your baby just smiles and babbles to him.

"Alright my little princess, its daddy's turn to have you now, just wait hear for one second" Terry gently places her on her play mat on the floor, then he approaches you, being careful not to wake you, gently lies you down on the sofa so your more comfortable. He kisses your cheek before going to pick up your baby girl again. "Right my little princess, now that mummy is more comfortable, let's get you dressed into your costume. We can have a little swim in the pool!" Your baby loves splashing in the pool with Terry, so when he says this she gets all exited and let's out cute little squeels.

A little while later, your eyes start opening as your tiredness leaves you. You sit up on the sofa and rub your eyes, before looking around for your baby. You couldn't see her, but you did see Terry's jacket and bag he had brought home from work, and you felt happy knowing that he must have taken her when you were asleep. You can hear giggling from upstairs, so having a little stretch, you make your way upstairs and into your little girls room. That's where you see Terry getting her dressed into her cute little pyjama set. "Hey babe" "Hey sweetheart, did you have a nice sleep?" You walk over to him and your baby and give him a sweet kiss. "Yes I did thank you. I honestly didnt even know I fell asleep. I was just reading her a book when my eyes started getting heavy"

"Dont worry sweetheart, you have been working hard to take care of our little princess all day, you deserve to rest your eyes for a while" "Thank you Terry. So? How had she been for you?" "Yeh shes been great, when I came home I got her dressed into her swimming costume and took her for a little splash around in the pool" "I'm guessing that's why your hair is damp and smells of chlorine?" "Yes, shes definitely not having fun unless she is getting me wet too" You both let out a little chuckle. "And once we'd finished in the pool, I got her a snack and gave her a bath. Hence why she is now in her pyjamas" "Thank you for taking care of her while I was asleep babe" "Theres no thanks needed sweetheart. I love you and our little princess. If there is ever anything I can do to help you and make her smile, I will always do it" He picks up your daughter and holds her in his arm, as you smile at him and pull him in for another tender kiss. However, someone seems a bit jealous, as your baby makes a sad sound as she tries to put her hand infront of you both. Separating you and giving Terry a kiss on the cheek instead. "Ooh! Seems someone wants her daddy all to herself" Chuckling at his little girl, he says "Dont you worry princess, daddy loves you too. And I'm afraid were going to have to finish that kiss when shes gone to bed sweetheart" "Just a kiss?" "Oooh, you know I can never resist more from you"