#sorry im having emotions about a video game and i will surely have even more emotions as i go along.

[swiftiedaisies]

what music do we think the thunderbolts* listen to?

my thoughts (and a headcanon for each member) are below: ⬇️

yelena: her taste is all over the place. she listens to so many genres and artists. her favourites are paramore, halsey, lady gaga, fleetwood mac, and spice girls (im pretty sure this was in a comic), she’ll take any suggestions, she even listened to folklore by taylor swift bc kate recommended it. the reason for her broad taste is that when she left the red room and was free to make her own choices, she had no clue what she liked and disliked so she wanted to try everything. she wanted to use this freedom she had gained and she started with music

bucky: obviously 40s music but i think he’d try out some more recent stuff. hes grown fond of ac/dc, foo fighters,and guns and roses. i think he’d like a lot of stuff from the 50s- 60s like elvis, the rolling stones, bob dylan and the who. the reason for this is that he wants to experience the music that would have come out during his life if he hadn’t been the winter soldier. he wants to know what records he would have bought and what concerts he would have attended if he was a normal 40+ year old man in the 1960s and not a brainwashed winter soldier :(

ava: i vaguely remember seeing a video where hannah said she’d listen to a lot of rock/metal and rammstein so i think she’d also like metallica, black sabbath, and defttones (im sorry i dont know a lot about the genre). she loves the rage in rock music but sometimes it’s difficult if she’s having a day where she’s very sensitive to noise and touch, on these days she’ll listen to artists like phoebe bridgers and florence + the machine because she can still let out her emotions and feelings through the lyrics but it takes away the loud music that can mess with her senses

john: i think he’d like 70s/80s music and classic rock. so artists like bruce springsteen, led zeppelin, eagles, and bon jovi are all on his playlist. i also think he likes older country artists like johnny cash and kenny rogers. he learnt how to play ring of fire and the gambler on guitar when he was a kid and still remembers. he has a guitar hidden in his tower room and plays when no one is home. it’s the only time he’ll fully let his guard down and stop putting on a front. he can just be john for once

alexei: he’ll listen to literally anything. someone on tiktok said he’d listen to sabrina carpenter so that is now canon to me. he also listens to a lot of 70s music like bowie, queen and elton john. he claims it’s because they remind him of his glory days but the real reason is that he used to sing them in the car with yelena and nat when they were in ohio. they used to sing we are the champions after every soccer game (even tho they lost every time). it reminds him of his girls

bob: i think he’d be really into 90s/00s rock and grunge. mainly radiohead, nirvana, and green day but i also think he’d like blur and oasis. he also listens to the beatles. here comes the sun and hey jude are two of his favourite songs because he finds them very comforting and calming when he’s having a bad day. the lyrics remind him that things will get better (me too bob 😌)

[fir-fireweed]

Hey there ! I absolutely HATE being sick, it suck so hard. I'm so sorry you're going through it ! Hope you feel better soon ! I guess now is as good a time as any to thank you for helping me fight boredom and forget cramps when I am sick ! I love your ideas, and I spent many a night with Viatica, crying over the characters pain rather than my own ! You always manage to make me feel strong emotions, so strong in fact that I go on and on about them to my half-asleep partner ! Amazing choice of music for Cantata by the by, hopefully you drop a soundtrack sometimes soon ! Let's see if I can send back the favor ! Since being sick is a good time to rest in bed, here are a few games, if, movie and videos recommendations ! Games ! (not ifs, but all of em are browser games so you should be fine !) https://neal.fun/space-elevator/ - a fun little scrolling thing, gives very strong war flashbacks from "do you love the color of the sky" https://r-goulart.itch.io/not-my-isekai -Cute little platformer, made me ragequit more than once, but very good at taking your mind off of cramps ! https://alarts.itch.io/die-in-the-dungeon -Easy to grab roguelite, managed to spend like an hour on it ! https://wonderfulproduction.itch.io/escape-of-the-dead -fun little zombie game https://plasmastarfish.itch.io/pack -packing game ! [Some of those do take a little while to load since they're browser game (oh newgrounds how i miss you) but it shouldnt take more than 5 to 10 minutes which is just enough to grab some tea and snacks !] IFs ! (What did you expect ?! Of course I had to give some recs !) You probably know most of them already, but maybe some will be new to you !! Most of em do differ from what you write so no worries about that ! https://thewoodshungers-if.tumblr.com/ - Fantasy dnd style adventure, about three chapters are out ! https://calliopefiction.tumblr.com/ - Fantasy, about nine chapters out rn ! https://www.tumblr.com/forkingandcountry-if - Only one chapter but very interesting writing style in my opinions ! (already mentioned in a post you reblogged im pretty sure !) https://within-your-eyes-if.tumblr.com/ - One of my all time favorites ! Fantasy ! https://theswordofrhivenia.tumblr.com/ - Of course, a classic ! Fantasy https://www.tumblr.com/thelonelyshore-if - a spooky one ! horror !! Music and noise ! https://asoftmurmur.com/ -background noise ! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mRQk7D1HUMU&list=OLAK5uy_lBcPbPreaAwlYgeY8mmAS07RPKQq6ZmME -Vitamin string quartet ! They're known for bridgerton, but they are absolutely worth keeping up with ! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KsRfNS-C3AA - sea of stars ost, i use it for my dnd adventures, but it is a very cool soundtrack for thinking about the little people inside our heads ! for more epic thoughts, i recommand Michael Ghelfi (https://open.spotify.com/user/21it2vphvcv36r3g5nzlbuhta?si=191b4634e9c54f10) ! Movies ! FLOW (2024) - a quiet movie, about the little adventures of a cat ! Mothman's prophecies (2002) - horror, not for everyone but certainly a pick ! Suzume (2022) - a beautiful japanese animation movie about doors, evil kitties and good spirit kitties. Seventh son (2014) - a fantasy adventure ! It is flawed, and some might even say not very good, but I think that's what makes it so good to watch ! kind of like the first few seasons of doctor who ! The Host (2006) - Horror / Monster movie, made by the very famous Bong Joon-ho, guy whose known for Okja, Parasite and more recently Mickey 17 ! Crazy Kung Fu (2004) - Crazy kung fu comedy, an absolute experience, everyone should watch it once in their life. One of my favorite. The Dark Crystal (of course) (1982) - a masterpiece ! I hope you get plenty of rest and eat plenty o' good foods !! Have a nice week-end, or what's left of it ! (hoping you'll get a day off tomorrow as well !) If I did any mistake writing this, no I did not. You're seeing things.... 👀

This was a super sweet ask to receive, thank you!

I’m still down hard with the flu and haven’t been able to work, write, or do anything beyond lying in bed, unfortunately. Having not written anything in almost a week is particularly frustrating. But the hubby and spawn have been wonderfully supportive. 🥰 I’m feeling a little better today, though, so hopefully on the mend.

Thank you again for this thoughtful list. I’m feeling up to trying a few suggestions today!

[boltun-tr]

this video

it opened my eyes so much more

what the FUCK is even a “strong female character”? because it can be so subjective, it can be so many things, when people say cinderella sucks or snow white and ariel etc is because theyre cute and feminine and kind or do mistakes, especially so called “feminists” say this because being kind and feminine is seen as weak, wich is a another can of worms that can be opened

snow white expreiences fear and terror after being told her stepmother wants her DEAD,she isnt a person who physically fights back but if you watch the damn movie, you can see she knows when she is mistreated, she can be sarcasitc too, even after years of abuse she tries to keep her head up, also please thats a 14 year old girl, i was even more timid than her at that age, being positive despite your situation doesnt make you weak, its a strength, if you was a woman or girl want to dress feminine, then go for it, if you enjoy it why should it be a bad thing? if you want to look masculine then go for it too

what i said about snow white also goes for cinderella, they have similarities so i would just repeat myself

then lara, she has a tomboy side but also has a feminine side,then her goals being very simple but relatable, just like the princesses, she herself does mistakes, does things because she has her own hopes and dreams,im so tired of this bad faith criticism, if you want to criticise them, then u know, watche the movies, play the fucking games

im not gonna talk about the live action remakes this post would be longer, but lemme tell ya, these movies did exactlyyy listen to the bad faith shit, its like crystal dynamics did the same

“if youre not a absolute girl boss and dare to have have flaws and cry alot then sorry sweaty you suck as a human being” fuck off

so yea, i guess just make sure you have fun and are passionate with how you write your character, your female character doesnt suck just because she is kind and feminine, or a tomboy, or very masculine and muscular, or if she is emotional, or does mistakes, bitch i WANT TO SEE THAT IN FACT, i love when a character does mistakes, it makes me feel seen lmaoooo, a character can be a loser, not everything needs to be a superhero or something i dont give a fuck

there cant be a direct answer to this,what makes a character empowered, at least i dont see it, can be fucking anything, i wish i could add more but thats my two cents, this is in my drafs for years lmao and now im just typing out how i feel

i guess it means in short, if you have human flaws, emotions and do mistakes then youre a bad character? PLUS being cutesy and feminine? then the issue mostly being bad faith and lazy ass criticism, nuance is also something that lacks most of the time, i guess i get it now

dude my brain broke

my fave princess is snow white btw and i will defend her 1938 version, thanks for reading this mess LMAOOO

[sasha-whos-askin-racket]

Gripping Guilt Wants to Dance (stoned)

I got incredibly stoned and listened to gripping guilt wants to dance in its entirety for the first time ever and just made notes on whatever popped into my head while listening to each song. just because.

don't look to me - i love music that makes me feel like im under water. this feels like a self-help tape. its giving basketball. sports movie monologue. i think im listening to a bryan cox heat death of the universe documentary. what sort of cosmic space montage is these.

love your mind - im so sorry this just sounds like its been taken direct from cabaret night at the cosmic lounge. there's something so similar to Glad You're Alive and it's throwing me off so badly. incredibly beautiful but also jesus.

lucky boy - only one of the songs on this album i listen to regularly, so unfortunately you don't get the joy of my unfiltered reaction. this song remains a perfect depiction of my gender. and my life (i have a very specific interpretation of this song and an associated MV that lives in my brain)

pacesetter - oh we're a pirate. or a blue whale, perhaps. this feels like if britpop went to hell. that's not tim's real voice surely. this feels like a great moment to admit i have no idea what's going on in any of these songs, in my head tim is just singing a series of unrelated words. tim this is horrendous and i adore it for reasons i cannot explain. oh and the whale is back. excellent.

the eventual - we are in high school musical. or danganronpa. which, like, same thing really. now we're in an alien movie. i don't think this song has any actual lyrics.

more time - this feels like a villain song. why do all of these songs make me feel like i'm either at sea or in space. why is this so emotional. i spent so much time rewinding and listening to the "gangway"'s because that one word holds so much character and aaaaaa tim meredith /pos

Regret Me Not - this feels like sparkbird. i am a medieval tavern boy. this should be in how to train your dragon. genuinely this is an incredible song. i may have to buy this album. i cannot tell whether this song is meant to be happy or depressing. i don't think tim knows either.

never loved - i think this song has just given me a headache. indie song voicemail ass. "I hope the ground will open up, swallow us both into a place where our hopes have all become truths" TIM MEREDITH. i shouldn't adore this but i really really do.

exquisitely bad - tim buddy are you okay. its nice to know that even in songs that aren't improvised, i can be so blindsided by the direction that tim takes things in. i feel it worth saying again. tim are you okay.

breaking - once again we are in space. how does tim make stuff like horny for greece and then make genuinely haunting things like this as well.

what it says about me - oh this is so pretty. nvm. woah okay drums hello. oh i like this. billy joel come get some of this. oh this is stunning stunning. just had a religious experience real quick. the lyricism in this song is my favourite thing ever. it sounds like it would be a minecraft parody

the aftermath - oh this is the kind of song they'd have put in some sort of pick your path video game in 2014. like at a really big character moment. this actually might be from the life is strange soundtrack.

falling away - noir. pov you are about to be shot dead in an alley outside a nightclub in the 40s by a man in a monochrome suit. we are in a jazz club in a bad spy novel and im trying to goad you into shooting the man across the bar dead by ordering my martini in a short glass. or something. we might be in the death of a bachelor music video.

unremarkable sin - can't lie, this one isn't doing it for me. alas. its fine, it's just. unremarkable. i guess. i think im just so stoned i'm missing the point of it, unfortunately.

kennecott - this is a fall out boy song. now we're at a d&b rave in ten mill lane. my street dance teacher would have ate this shit up.

on notice - this is a slay. i feel like im probably about to be eaten by a dystopian megacorporation. pov i am trexel geistman and hartro is coming for my ass.

deep air - okay this time we are literally in space its not just me. this is an audio recording of the apollo 15 mission just set to music. they need to get tim to create soundtracks for things.

an imagined sense - we are at the ugly bug ball. this is a soundcloud rapper. this might be the hamilton polka. white boy raging against the system core.

can't happen here - tim meredith creating the title song for the next bond movie not clickbait. we are in the zombie apocalypse. songs taken directly from car adverts.

walk away - and we have looped back around to the self-help tape. gym girl podcast about ending things with your lesbian situationship. in the middle of the night do you go walking in your sleep. from the mountains of faith to the river so deep.

[curedeity]

Yooo!!!! Anyone wanna see all the assets I made for the first part of my hikaru visual novel!

First of all, I was honestly surprised by how few I had. Even then, theres a lot I wouldve wanted to put more effort into. Its good this is just a prologue then, as it let me figure out what worked for me

These are all six Hikaru sprites I made for this first part of the game. I really like all of them, except the angry sprite, which I struggled with the posing of (might try redrawing it). Her design was pretty simple, I went off the show pretty closely while changing a few of the colors slightly. I decided pretty early on not to shade my sprites, so I would feel more confident about making more. I also decided to give her two more neutral sprites, one a bit more serious, so I could switch between them for different emotional moments in dialogue.

Ryo only got three sprites, which is a testament to how much I hate drawing this man and how much. well. he really just had some of the easiest emotional beats for me to capture. I like his neutral sprite (the first one) the best and am very proud of it!

Madokas sprites... I love them, but now I'm worried because I realized I want to give her a different, maybe slightly more grown up design for later portions. I worry that her using her fusion outfit accidently complicates people's understanding of when this takes place. Either way, if i want to change her, I'll just change her, but dnndlbgbgdjgjlbs sorry for any confusion that might cause. Im actually very happy with all her sprites! Her thinking sprite was the funnest to come up with

These are my backgrounds. Im sure you can tell which ones I had screenshots to base them on. I'm very proud of Madoka's workshop, but otherwise, I plan to work on my background skills a lot. They're very fun and I want to improve at them!

Now, there are two more art assets im not posting here, which are the two ending cgs. So if you want them... Well actually the video only includes the good one but i have a video of the good ending on my blog! please go check it out! the game is also posted to my discord server.

As a bonus though! Here are some development drawings.

In the first draft, I used a completely different sort of sprite shot. I also directly color picked from her reference with no changes. And I hadnt figured out how to draw her hair.

So these first drafts included a lot of changes to Madoka's design... that I just forgot to include in my redraws. Welp, next time you see her, she might be beat up! I had a lot of solid concepts for what i wanted her sprite work to look like, so just transferred that into my redraws.

[rkaji]

Kaji :(( I know I said I was gonna be cheerin you on so you could win but :((

‘M havin a little bit of trouble :(( im sorry :((

I was trying to figure out how this thing worked but :(( get some practice in :(( idk tell me if im doin something wrong :((

Wait! Ah! No! Okay, don’t watch this until you win, okay? I’m trying to be supportive here!!

*1 video attachment.*

cw. nsfw

The camera is slightly shaky, the angle on a bit askew as she holds her phone. The camera shows half of her face, a concentrated little expression across her features. Tongue between her teeth as she makes sure the device is turned on, orange hair fanned out around her head.

“Okay…” She mumbles quietly, so softly the microphone almost isn’t able to pick it up. Whether it be for encouragement or assurance, no one can ever be sure. Never-the-less, the camera is flipped around, showing the complete opposite of the picture of innocence that was displayed before.

Shaky thighs holding themselves up, a cute pair of panties covering everything important. Her other hand, holding a soft pink vibrator, gently tracing along her inner thigh. Messy bed sheets, feet kicking against the sheets as she tries to get comfortable. The opposite of the girl who dresses in tool and likes to play good girl.

“Ah!” Her hips kick up slightly, a gentle buck as she moves the toy even closer to where she needs it. A quiet whine leaving her throat as the camera shakes with the rise and fall of her breath.

Slowly, she calms herself down. Too sensitive already without anything being done. “A-and then I just… like th-this… r-right Ji…?” Her voice is almost too quiet, too nervous and filled with emotion. Moving the toy closer, and closer to where her clit stays covered. Thighs shaking, awaiting the feeling that is soon to come.

And right before it makes contact, right before the small bunny shaped toy can touch her– the video cuts off.

— @luvlils

Ren Kaji is not a patient man.

He never has been. He’s never cared to be. Sees no point in it; patient for what? He’s Kaji. He can get what he wants, and if he can’t, he’ll live without it or find a workaround. He doesn’t need to sit back and deal with that pesky, irritable, pointless little thing called patience.

Not unless it works in his favor.

On occasion, on rare occasion Kaji finds incentive in the practice. Times where it’s a means to an end, like when money is involved. And for as much money as Kaji makes because he’s certainly well off, ten million dollars is a lot of money.

He could open up his own recording studio with that.

So, Kaji elects to wait. It’s easy for him; he’s not tempted with much anyway. He’s quick to scroll his feed and then toss his phone, bored, uninterested. His solace is found in games and beat making — in the few hours that the bet’s taken place, Kaji’s managed to finish a beat and find a buyer. He celebrated his victory with a game of Sekiro — a game that tested what little patience Kaji can stand to have.

And then he starts getting notifications on his phone. And they’re from Lily.

Lily makes Kaji feel things. Or, more accurately, she makes him feel. A faux bratty little red head wrapped up in the cutest package he’s ever seen. He wishes that he hated it, but he doesn’t. He’s a little daft but he can recognize a crush when he sees one. Lily definitely has one on him, and fortunately for her, he reciprocates the emotion.

Unfortunately for him, this made ignoring her harder.

The pictures make him frown, but he’s always frowning, so it’s easy to move past it. The things she said afterwards? A little harder but nothing he couldn’t manage. He had a goal, after all. He intended to reach it no matter what.

His resolve all but nearly flies out of the window the second she starts playing rough.

A video?

What a little minx.

A video is different. Here he’s able to see something he loves about her on display; the fact that despite how sticky her tongue could be, she’s no fighter after all. She’s a soft spoken, shy, needy little thing who desperately could do well with having something fat sat thick inside her. It’s evident with the way she talks, even more when he observes the way she toys with herself.

It takes Kaji no less than thirty seconds to come to his resolve.

The bet was no sex. Sex meant oral sex, vaginal sex, phone sex and anal sex.

Didn’t say shit about making somebody feel good.

He’s tugging on his forces and stuffing his keys in his hoodie pockets in seconds, one thumb swiping up the voice record button as he moves.

“I’m coming over.” He says. His voice is in a lower octave, low enough that he recognizes it. He looks down; the loose fitting basketball pants do nothing to shield the growing bulge. “Unlock the door. Now.”

Message sent.

[lxmiko]

Can i have a matchup plz 🥺👉🏾👈🏾

Gender: cis female

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: heterosexual ally

Zodiac: Capricorn

Appearance: 5’2 African American hourglass body type black curly wavy hair blackish brown eyes chubby cheeks wears glasses when necessary (driving or class i should wear them all the time only just started needing glasses im still getting used to wearing them)

Mbti: infj

Enneagram: 2w1

Personality: kind smart funny motherly responsible empathetic anxious emotional moody perfectionist helpful people pleaser caring compassionate nerdy curious protective polite respectful indecisive fearful nervous introvert shy awkward clumsy low self esteem low confidence sassy sarcastic soft spoken

Likes: animals books reading writing fantasy magic sci fi anime music video games friends alone time learning personality quizzes sweets and bread helping being a part of something bigger than myself

Dislikes: spiders loud sounds people who harm others people who dont take others into consideration people i care about not caring for themselves not being listened to weird holes and patterns math and tests

Extra: i pace a lot i sing when im alone i talk to myself im a picky eater i have internalized identity crisis sometimes and i feel bad for fearing spiders (they’re just tryna live their best and not bothering anyone life but they’re so scary to me 😭)

Thank you good luck in school btw and dnt rush yourself or put too much pressure on yourself in school or writing ok you come first and im sure you’ll do great in both :) <3

matchup!!

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note: this was due a long time ago as well as everything in my inbox but i will get to it i swear >:c

disclaimer: this is solely my opinion of which character i believe suits you the most based on the description you wrote!! sorry if it isn't who you thought it'd be ;;

matchup under the cut!

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i match you with… ike eveland!!!

you two share a lot of interests! like reading, writing, anime, and singing :o

he would find your singing cute, and wouldn’t hesitate to join you in your song c:

and if you're shy about it, he's the kind of guy who'd smile endearing from behind the door as you're singing on the other side c:

ike too is very considerate of others, and because of your similarities, he’d probably try to “out-mother” you, just because he feels you deserve more care than he does

he definitely encourages and advocates for you to care more for yourself than others (even if he doesn't follow the same advice :c). put yourself first, he preaches!!!!

ike is the resident intellect of luxiem and im sure he would appreciate having another person who’d understand him ajd his struggles with the rest of luxiem’s trolling 😞

even if you two share the same anxieties and insecurities, he would always step up for you, and support you when you want to take the first step in anything c:

if you were up for it, he’d ask to have anime nights, where you two would settle on the couch and watch whichever anime piqued your interests

he would also want to read books together, whether it’d be one person reads it first and annotates it for the other, or the two of you have your separate copies and discuss it the next time you see each other

ike is also an introvert, and probably spends his own time producing and recording music, but he doesn’t mind the company of you sitting in his room with him while you both so your separate things

ike understands your thoughts on your fears, specifically spiders. the second he sees one in the house, it’s in a cup and brought outside, without you even knowing

and even if you do find out, he'll in mama mode right away, calming you down the best he can and keeping the bug out of sight as much as possible c:

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[newtthetranswriter]

Hi ! How are you ?

I'd love a match up with jjk , demon slayer and Tokyo revengers boys !

Im an ambivert on introvert side, at first im pretty shy and don't know how to talk but Very affectionative. Might not show it at first but will do and will get attached after getting to knowing you I have , im an Intp Im air-headed individual who seems to constantly wander off in thought , daydreaming and is unable to focus on anything but I think logically not emotionally, im very kind and will not hesitate to help with anything , im also really loyal and respectful towards my friends ! Im an easy going person and im chill with everything I sometimes talk with sarcasm and I don't really get people emotions but I can be really observant about little details and I love complimenting people and make their day better people say that I have very childish demeanor , I will protect my friends and will take a beating for them I tend to overthink alot if im making someone uncomfortable and other things and sometimes it lead me to mental breakdowns but I don't really show it

People always say that I'm a beauty and can be a model and I have a sweet voice, I have really good taste in fashion and always wear whatever makes me happy, I really like anime, Cosplay, books , cats , cooking, horror movies , playing video games and traveling

A/N: Hello, I hope you are having a great day. Sorry this took so long, I had covid and then I couldn’t get myself to write anything. Anyway I hope you enjoy and remember to hydrate or diedrate

Jujutsu Kaisen: Yuta Okkotsu

You balance each other out quite a bit

While Yuta thinks and acts with his emotions most of the time you are there to be a voice of reason

Both of you can be found just sitting together while both lost in separate day dreams and trust me the others like to make fun of you for it (Cough toge)

Yuta is extremely good with emotions in the sense that if he thinks you’re pulling back because of worry of being too much, he will do his best to reassure you that everything is fine

Expect many compliments and if you return any he will break, this boy does not know how to handle that

Yuta also enjoys just relaxing with you watching anime or playing games

Just a peaceful relationship consisting of compliments and the occasional pestering from a certain curse speech user

Demon Slayer: Kyojuro Rengoku

He may be very loud and outgoing but he needs someone who will help him relax on his few days off

Pull this man inside and make him take a break while you read a story to him

You may be more introverted but remember Rengoku will want to show you off to the other Hashira so be prepared for that

He will be giving you compliment after compliment and even if he hears people praise his fighting if you respond to a compliment with some along the lines of ‘you’re beautiful too’ he short circuits and can’t think

Don’t worry about being to much for this ball of fire cause he enjoys that you have child like side, it makes it easier to just have fun

The wonder in his eyes when he gets home from a long mission just to see you sitting in the sun off in a daydream, is just magical. He loves that you are so relaxed and carefree that you can let the world slip away for just an instant, so he won’t interrupt you, just quietly sit next to you and ask what you were thinking about when you finally notice he joined you

Tokyo Revengers: Keisuke Baji

This dude thinks exclusively with his fists so having some logical thinking would be good for him

Please for the love of toman do not let this idiot light shit on fire just because he’s hungry, make sure he only commits arson because it’s fun and not out of him being hangry

Anyway being with Keisuke means hanging out with Chifuyu alot, so congrats you get to be the brains for two idiots, just kidding it means you get two nerds to talk with when they aren’t out fighting

Expect to be dragged out to Toman meetings just so he can show off that he got such a beautiful partner, (bonus points if you flip the script and start bragging to the gang about how you got such a handsome boyfriend)

Many dates consisting of yakisoba and anime or horror movie marathons

[turn2tech]

what the fuck just happened

ok um sorry for posting this on tumblr out of literally anywhere else but i just got out of a really WEIRD relationship and im honestly not sure what else to do!!!

tws: possibly toxic relationships? (past) physical/emotional abuse

holy shit wow where do i even start

this all happened so fast!!!

ok me and my bf of 1.5 years have broken up!!! It was our homecoming dance i invited them as well as our mutual best friend, and when they got there they told me they thought it was going to be a date. They acted very upset throughout the entire thing brought down the mood all together. I'm not saying that they aren't allowed to express their emotions, but the thing is, they were there when i invited the best friend. After that, i broke up with them while we were waiting for our parents to pick us up (we're freshmen). We agreed to stay friends.

After all of that, i invited the best friend over to my house, mainly so i could complain about how they were kind of a manipulative asshole throughout the entire relation (dw, ill get to that later) and we got to talking, eventually coming to the conclusion they we should also stop being friends with them.

Me, being the irrational and impulsive prick that i am, told someone that max was close too! I told him the next day at school, not realizing i forgot to tell him that the confrontation itself was going to happen at a later date, and him, confused, went to class and asked my boyf what happened.

blah blah blah yada yada yada i said some stupid shit in a group chat, insulted them while trying to explain the situation, and was just kind of bitchy about the whole thing. Without hearing my side of the story, everyone immediately took max's side and kicked me. I understand it to an extent, but even to this day they refuse to get my perspective which is really concerning to me. I had someone i knew inside the group chat still, and they sent me screenshots of everyone saying how they never liked me in the first place and how AND I QUOTE "only ever talk about cartoons and video games." Like... damn. I would genuinely rather be punched in the face and have my nose broken by a complete and utter stranger on the street then to see that.

A few days after, the friend that started this all insisted that apologizing to the bf directly would fix everything. I gave a whole ass SPEECH about how i was in the wrong about the things i said, but i still felt our relationship was unhealthy for me. They didn't add me back to the group chat, nor did i ever have someone ask me for my side. Oh, and the inside friend? refuses to defend me in fear of getting kicked out as well.

The mutual best friend actually made amends with the bf so they aren't on bad terms, but in truth they are only there to report what he has said about me. He has said the following:

that i was emotionally distant

i ... smelled bad????

i didn't give them enough "physical affection" (i frequently said no to making out)

And that just got me thinking. The entire reason i was emotionally and physically distant was because of, well, physical and emotional abuse ive suffered in the past. Ive had terrible relationships, and even more terrible friends. I told them about this several times, and that it's not their fault im this way! clearly they don't care and have decided to take it personally, which is not my problem.

So you know what? ive got a couple of gripes with you too.

you never(rarely) showered and actively admitted that to me

you were a compulsive liar that lied about fucking EVERYTHING

you frequently emotionally presured me into staying with you, using the phrase "I'd probably kill myself if we ever broke up haha" frequently

you faked being scene (dressed the part, did not listen to the music LMFAO I JUST REMEBERED THEIR FAVORITE ARTIST IS MITSKI HELP)

AND LAST, BUT CERTAINLY NOT LEAST,

YOU FUCKING FAKED BEING TRANS TO DATE ME

yes, you read that last part right! the NIGHT we broke up they went to all their social media accounts and changed the flags in their pfps, as well as the pronouns in their bio, oh no, im sorry, HER BIO. I am pissed and angry and mainly sad that i didn't see the signs earlier. And hey, if you read this far, thanks.

Anyways, there's actually a lot more inbetweens to this story, including the collapse of an entire friend group, rumors, and a musical (not fucking kidding), but im tired and typing this just made me really sad. goodnight.

[nicegaai]

sorry i want to ramble about fan fiction and i dont want to bothr people in dms

ok chapter 8 is getting its third googledoc draft because part of me does want to do as much of this as possible before the end of the year, especially while i still have so much free time.

thank you to past me for writing up the scene by scene breakdown. that DOES make this much easier to continue on. HOWEVER. why did i leave so much open ended. thats making this much harder. like

everything was left like this. and then when i add dialogue it changes the course of the scene pretty dramatically. ive spent like an hour today trying to iron out one scene i thought i had THE MOST polished up already. like. Carsex Scene was supposed to be my ease-in easy bit. HOW DO WRITERS DO THIS? im NOT cut out for this kind of work.

well this past year has given me a lot of respect for people who can write. ahhhhh

oh yeah also i cant find the whole first scene for this chapter. i wrote it a while ago and i have NO idea what happened to it. fml i guess

i think if i started rambling on about the plot it might get me into Real Writing Mode but im struggling to do this. thats what im trying to accomplish here with this textpost but it isnt workign yet HELP

ok no i can do this.

first scene i have dennor being cute togehter. unfortunately i havent figured out the whole second half of the scene. my notes are like "they talk about their relationship" and like ok i know this is necessary and ive been putting off them doing this for like 4 chapters but i dont know what to do with that. they should have a talk about the state of their relationship but i have discarded drafts of like mads confessing his love to sig which is no longer canon. i had a version where there was a subplot about them breaking up. now i just want them to have the polyamory talk, bcz someone has to and im not making sufin do it. but tbh i could leave it implied. and just put that off until the fic is over bc i dont care I JUST DONT CARE i dont feel like it

next was more sufin moments i think given some time i could make this bit really good. i love sufin. i love them being together this part is fine actually i just need to start it and the inspiration will come

next umm lets see. OH ACTUALLY this one is funny. im really into this scene even though i can sense it getting really really long. whenever i get into fleshing this scene out im goign to enjoy it. its denice and dennor having awkward boyfriend-sharing interactions. and nor is like sooo how are those wet dreams going lol and ice is like . well youre definitely not in them lol uhhhhhhh. jk he doesnt say this but he thinks it. his life is so hard u guize

the next bit .................. im trying to shoehorn in some norfin. im trying to set up that they should be besties and hang out more. because its true and right. unfortunately this "scene" is 2 lines long bc i wasnt sure what to do with it. could i drop it? yes. but for plot reasons I DONT WANT TOOOO. but what is the scene about? nothing, but i gotta fit in 2 important plot points and so i shall. maybe they will even do a sex. WHO KNOWS! NOT ME

next bit is another one that could get real long if i let it. i love the densu nation and i need their crumbs. i need them to hang out. IS IT PLOT IMPORTANT? maybe not. but TO ME i think it is CHARACTER IMPORTANT. theres some foreshadowing. actually maybe 2 layers of foreshadowing that begin here. and also they are playing videos game and being children about it and i love them

next bittttttttt emil feels like a fifth wheel and gets in his emotions about it :( this scene im feeling ok about even though its vague so far. its a good starting point. i can do something with this

next bit UGHHHHHHHHHHHHH AUUUUUUUUGHHHHH i dotn want to write this one. hm. actually i didnt realize i felt that strongly about this scene. i dont know if its because it sucks narratively, or its just not fun enough... writing emil at school with his friends is just not fun for me in general. i love hk and liech but this is just not my thinggg. it doesnt help that i ended the scene with saying "ughh something happens and plans fall through and i dont know how lol" like what am i supposed to do with that. but i think this scene will end up being important. a whole sideplot rides on this. if i deleted it, it might get confusing at the end. maybe i can just simplify it? eventually. maybe ill cut it out in the end anyway.

oh and then the last scene is the carsex scene. epicballs, i skipped ahead and im working on this first.

ew actually now that ive typed this all up, it sounds like a hell of a lot of work. what am i doingggg. im such a slow writer T_T what AM i doing

step 1 i need to stop editing as i go and just slam down some vibes in the goog doc. i got good at this for a while but ive lost that mojo. i need to revive her *looks at time* maybe tomorrow or something. or for a couple hours >_> if im very good at time management tonight

if anyone is reading this hi

[nonhuman-swag]

HELLO. ima, this is gonna b a post about like. how i experience gender, or ig lack there of (LOL) and other shtuff. other items and things about ME. yahoo! yippee!!!!! if this is unreadable sorry its mostly for me. teehee

anyways. to start off rq hellooo i am ezekiel (aka zeke :] ) and im agender n a lesbian (?) (this is questionable for now, as im feelin less and less at home with this label in a way.)

to be Real, personally, and for myself, i hate the idea of gender. not a fan! ik its important to other folks n i get it but for me i just. i dont know. nothing feels correct or what can be used to describe. nonbinary, female, male, etc just dont. work. i dont see myself in that. i see myself as a mass of flesh n bone n blood who lives and creates n thats about it. sometimes even that view is hard to realize and be at home with.

also my ideal body is the ken doll. nothing 👍 that dude has Nothing n i WISH that was me

im not sure if this is because of growing up the way i did, bein neurodivergent, the internet or whatever else but thats how things went so now im here with a weird outlook on myself or what have you. simply, i just done feel real a lot. like i Know im real, factually, i know that i live, that other people percieve me and interact with me n like, i have emotions i have memories i have things its just. sometimes it just feels empty. like watchin a video game of whats supposed to be your life. things r just kind of set out for you and ur doin tasks or whatever. its funny when i like, realize "holy moly this is real! im real!" n like. im just sittin there driving or whatever. i HEART driving btw. good stuff. there was a hot second in time where i didnt like lookin in the mirror cause i felt like the person staring back was Not Me. uncomfortable fr fr! shout out to that dream i had where me and myself (2 of me) where in like, the bathtub and we fought. like i fought myself and like. tried to drown myself but like in beautiful dream magic it didnt hurt it didnt feel like anything it was just Happening. i think about this dream a lot.

i think there is One Cool Plus about bein weird n kind of disconnected from urself n that is: i LOVE playing dress up. i love wearing cool n epic clothes. like yes ough. body... i wish it was something else but also, these clothes i have look good on it. its a good body, it has some problems that surgeries can help later down the line but not perfect but yea. i like feeling pretty or handsome or whatever in clothes. i think fashion is epic. i think the same about makeup. i enjoy just treatin myself like a paperdoll and just looking Cool. same goes for tattoos. ive gotten 4 of them n i love them, and i have plans for more. its just. i think despite it all, customizing ur character model is like. the coolest shit ever. it helps i think too, in a way of like "dude... i Am cool" or whatever. idk. explosion.jpg on my MIND

[seaquestions]

i have like. aimlessly monologued so much abt dark souls just pacing around my apartment. its 5am and i just cant shut up about it. LIKE. i knooowww that people have been going on about it for like eleven years now and im sure none of these thoughts are original but i wanna ramble!!! ramblings under readmore!!!!

this game is good man, its so good. the tone and atmosphere most of all. i think cos its y’know its melancholic and quiet and lonely but it’s also so whimsical and funny and silly. i find a man in the sewers trapped in a pickling jar and roll into it to get him out. when i talk to him later i find that he’s this really genuine, kind-hearted guy. i roll into this fortress full of death traps and a snake man turns to look at me and then suddenly a boulder comes outta nowhere to run over him and it’s like i’m in a goddamn looney toon. the colour palettes of the environments is quite colourful actually, it’s within a certain range of tones but it’s not like it’s a depressing game to look at. it’s not that bleak. it’s not grimdark, it’s not edgy. it’s fun!

like, really. it’s such a fun game! i already knew i was gonna love the world of dark souls, the environments and the npcs, i just needed the gameplay to be something i can work with. and it is, and even more than that, it clicked with me. somehow i didn’t expect the combat in dark souls to be so fun, but like, that’s a big draw of the game. it’s very fun to fight in dark souls. there’s something to it that just feels really good. i think the enemy placement factors into the rhythm of combat quite a fair bit actually, and it’s typically well done. and i think another thing that’s great is how much control you have over the pace of combat. there’s a push and pull with the game as it throws challenges at you and tests your limits of course but you get to dictate quite a fair bit about the way you face these challenges.

something i enjoyed the most i think is like, not even within the game. so like after fighting the taurus demon and the gaping dragon for the first few times and dying, i ended my gaming session and like. couldnt stop thinking abt the fight and ended up thinking about what to do next time i fought them. which ik is nothing but i’m a really simple guy okay, i don’t strategise usually. but i wanted to beat them and move on to the next parts of the game, and so it made me think about the tools that were at my disposal that the game gave me and like - i think that’s great! successful game design bit. idk, it’s prolly not that big of a deal but it felt really good when i went back to the gaping dragon with A Plan, and executed on it flawlessly.

man.. ive just been having a lot of fun that i kinda didn’t ever expect to have. im feeling like i fell in love. like i thought it’d be impossible for me so i never played it but it turned out to be such an enjoyable experience so far. i dont even care if like…. i come across and bit thats too hard and i might give up forever i still had a lot of fun and it was worth it but i believe in myself man!!! i wanna finish this game forreal and that means a lot coming from a guy who like never finishes anything ever. ima just keep on trucking babey. if you die seven times and get up eight it’s not a matter of life and death its about your will and the barriers in front of you and whichever one will break first or uhhhh however that line from that vaatividya video goes. and like it’s not for everybody (there’s uhhh no map. i thankfully am good with creating mental maps but if you are not this game will be a much less fun time) but idk man……….ultimate game of all time is fuckin right actually…………. anyway………. im a changed man now……..gootbye……

[chaepink]

Hi i really loved ur content about submissive Kenma. Can u write a fic about kenma again🥺🥺 like the reader was so jealous because some ramdom girl is flirting with kenma. Thats why she ended up fucking him all night u knaurr

jealousy, jealousy | sub!kenma kozume

wc: 1k+ words | masterlist

dom!reader, pegging, possessiveness/jealously, begging, jealous sex, aftercare is mentioned though its not written, established relationship, slight crying

note : oh my god thank you! 😳

and im sorry but i forgot to write how the reader kept fucking him all night :,)

"Oh hello~ you're rather cute, aren't you?" You ignore the voice, thinking it was just a girl hitting on a random person. That's until you hear the high pitched voice again asking the person for their number, except it was closer this time and a familiar voice answers afterwards.

"N-No thanks... I'm not i-interested.."

You stray your attention from the item in your hand to the familiar voice and furrow your eyebrows when you see the scene.

Kenma, who's your boyfriend to make it clear, being flirted on by this clueless girl who, though he denied her advances once already, thinks she still has a shot and keeps on trying to talk to him. She's getting rather close to him too, making him have to take small steps backward in order to keep the distance between them comfortable, a slight blush on his cheeks.

You feel anger bubble up inside your body as you furrow your eyebrows, glaring at the girl. You know the emotion you're currently feeling loud and clear: jealously.

Knowing how Kenma hates being social and would rather stay inside and play video games over anything else, your boyfriend is probably hating all the attention that he is currently getting from her. Hell, judging by the facial expression he has on it seems that he would rather be anywhere else than at that very spot.

Having dated him for a while now, you know the poor boy won't find it in him to be able to find the words to shut her down directly. That's where you come in.

Taking a few deep breaths, you calm yourself down before you mindlessly do something you would regret. Walking towards the two, Kenma sees you and his eyes immediately light up, begging you to help him out of the situation.

Grabbing his hand more harsher than you meant, you immediately begin walking towards the cashier section while completely ignoring the girl right there.

"C'mon, babe. I'm done getting everything."

Kenma blushes at the venom in your tone. He could feel the jealousy radiating off you and honestly? It's rather hot.

But he can't help but be nervous about what's going to happen to him.

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"P-Please! i'm s-sorry!" He lets out another sob as you hit all the right spots in him with your strap. Due to the sheer size of it, it fills him up almost too perfectly, making him whine and whimper underneath you as you continue to pound his insides.

Tears brim his eyes as you brutally fuck him stupid. All he can do is lay there as pleasure courses through his body in waves making him unable to do anything without being shocked with pleasure seconds later. He's a pillow princess, really, but oh do you love it.

Mere minutes if not seconds after you entered the shared apartment between you two do you already have him trapped on the bed underneath you, one of your biggest straps entering and exiting him easily and quickly due to prep. His top half is still covered by a hoodie as you were too focused on revealing his bottom half.

"Oh don't worry, baby." You clench your teeth. Your thighs are absolutely burning but you don't dare stopping for even a second. You remember how touchy the girl was being with Kenma and you speed up your thrusts even more, jealously fueling your adrenaline. "I know you're sorry. Just gotta make sure that the next time that girl sees you-," you start to say. "Well the next time anyone has their eye on you, they'll see the hickeys on your neck and decide to leave what what's mine alone."

A shiver runs down Kenma's spine as your possessiveness makes blood run far down his body. His hands make its way into your back, latching on and digging his nails into your skin, making you hiss from the slight pain it causes. The grip you have on his hips is hard enough to leave a mark but it allows you to easily fuck in and out of him and be able to control the pace.

"You're mine, yeah? No one else's. Mine."

He whimpers as a particular thrust of your strap has him arching his back and letting out a almost pornographic moan. Fuck, he looks absolutely breathtaking right now.

"Y-Yes- fuck! I'm y-yours."

You latch your teeth onto his neck and bite down, making Kenma mewl out from the slight pain. Making sure to leave a few more bite marks and love bites, you lick a few to soothe the pain. You don't care if they only stay for a few days, knowing you would leave more in the near future.

"Fuck- i'm close!"

With that information, you switch from quick, hard thrusts to slower, deeper ones that make Kenma's toes curl and eyes roll from the sheer pleasure he's feeling. He lets out another moan.

"Go on, baby. Cum for me, alright?"

And with that, Kenma lets loose. Whines, moans, and whimpers fill the room as your boyfriend stains the bed and his hoodie with cum. You continue slowly fucking him to ease him down from his high and Kenma whines from sensitivity when you pull out, leaving him to clench around nothing.

"Good boy," you say, kissing his cheek. He blushes red from the praise, almost as if you weren't fucking his brains out mere seconds ago. "You did so good for me." You're about to leave to clean him up until he grabs your arm, stopping you. You raise an eyebrow at him.

"Um... w-what about you though?" It takes a moment for you to process his question but once you do, you can't help but smile.

"Aw sweetie," you coo, making him blush even harder at the new pet name. "Don't worry about me, I'm just glad you enjoyed it."

As you go and get a wet towel to clean him up, he reaches to his neck and gently touches the hickeys and bite marks you've left there. Though it hurts as he slowly presses down on a bruise and he has to stop himself from letting out a whimper, he can't help but smile, a dark blush adorning his cheeks.

He's yours.

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

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[sweetsimp]

Obey Me || Its Always Raining Now || Mammon x Reader

Mammon x Reader [Obey Me]

Summary: After your death, the members of the House of Lamentation are all falling apart-- especially Mammon.

!! Warning: mentions of death, eating, a lot of angst throughout the chapter, possible swearing idk, mentions of cancer, poor mental health, grieving, mentions of sex, mentions of events from ch. 16, etc. !!

Author's Note:

i didnt proofread this FORGET YOU oKAY

i had to write this so you have to read it and don't say i didn't warn you when i say that this is pretty fucking awful

also sidenote i feel like ive seen the first line somewhere so im sorry LOL i cant remember it was just echoing in my head when i started this

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The brothers never knew how much and how loud a demon could cry until after you died.

Before you, all Mammon was seen as was a man of greed and grimm. Although that continued even after the two of you got together, he felt like for once in his life, he didn't have to deal with things alone anymore. He felt so warm and cozy whenever he was with you. He felt so safe and secure.

But then, you died.

Death is inevitable. Memento Mori, as they say.

The thought scared you, sure, but at one time you just grew to accept it. As time went on, you found it less and less scary. You never wanted to leave Mammon, but sooner or later you were going to have to deal with it whether you wanted to or not.

And for a time, that seemed fine. It was a topic left unmentioned, and the two of you never seemed to talk about it ever since you had that breakdown about your mortality and how it would affect your relationship with Mammon. He held it together for that night, but it destroyed him inside ever since. It was like a virus that had been born ever since the realization of your humanity and the average human lifespan hit him.

That virus was destroying him now.

Unlike the scientists in the human world, who were looking for cures for cancer and researching effective vaccines against the latest global pandemic, Mammon had to deal with this entirely on his own and had spent no time preparing for it.

This felt like the millionth night in a row that he spent sobbing and hugging a pillow that had one of your jackets on it. It smelled both like you and Mammon's agony. His crying echoed throughout the House of Lamentation, which haunted all of the other inhabitants at night. His brothers knew he needed comfort, but he also needed time alone to grieve.

They also needed healing, themselves.

Leviathan unsurprisingly became even more of a shut-in than before, if that was even possible. He became more antisocial, more unwilling to let anyone else in. He became more cold and self-critical. No one was here to tell him to stop, anymore. Even if there was, it wasn't the same. No one could ever match up to how close you and him were, and he never wanted that to change. He never wanted to risk it, even though there was no risk. No one could come into his room anymore-- not even Diavolo, or Simeon, or any of his brothers. He buried himself in his video games and sometimes trapped himself in them on purpose.

Satan trapped himself in his books. He seldom left the library or his room, which got even more cluttered with books. His room, at this point, looked like a forest. He goes out to pet cats when his eyes can't focus on the words on the pages anymore. Sometimes he just sits there, staring numbingly at the cat. His emotions are so overwhelming, so frustrating, so heartbreaking, so suffocating. It feels like he's always drowning.

Asmodeus kept focusing on his looks, but he never brought anyone home to the House of Lamentation. Not when it was like this. Not when people could destroy the only memories he had of you. Getting ready for bed or school seemed so much lonelier. His Devilgram posts could never be as perfect as the ones with you in them. No matter how hot his baths were, they were always too cold without you. His world was dull now, and not even sex made it as lively as his memories of you.

Beelzebub's appetite would never change, of course. At the end of the day, the brothers would always succumb to their sins-- but Beelzebub ate alone most of the time after your death. When Mammon was hit with overwhelming grief and stopped eating as much, Beelzebub knew he could never fight his hunger or the impulses he got to steal off his brother's plates. They needed to eat and care for themselves, but Beelzebub felt like he was in the way of that. Every game he won was for you. His team never faced another loss after you left.

Belphegor just slept more. It was the only thing he had to cling onto when you left, because at least then you'd be in his dreams. You could never do that in real life anymore. You could never nap with him the way you used to, but at least if he uses enough pillows, he could try to trick himself into believing you were there like Mammon did with your jacket. He'd stick himself in the attic other times and let his guilt eat away at him for not spending more time with you. For not being more selfish with you. For trying to kill you, and now you couldn't be there to comfort him anymore. His memories felt like they were almost slipping away, and it became easier to blame himself.

Lucifer rarely had time to grieve when all of his brothers were falling apart. He was falling apart inside too, but he knew he had to be there to help pick up the pieces, no matter how shattered he was. He tried so hard to prepare himself for your death, but most times he was barely able to keep himself from crying. His pride couldn't protect him from the aftermath of your death, and neither could his work for Diavolo. It all could only distract him for so long.

Lucifer knocked on his door gently before walking and making his way to the bed. Sitting on the edge, alongside Mammon, he put his hand gently on his brother's shoulder and began rubbing his arm and back while the man sobbed again.

It felt like such a simple concept when you said it out loud, but experiencing it was so much more different than anyone could've anticipated. It broke people in ways that could no longer be patched together.

"I-It..." Mammon said between sobs, "It hurts... I don't w-want to hurt a-anymore, Lucifer... Please- Please make it- please make it stop."

"I know," He hummed. "I'm here."

When was the last time Mammon said he loved you? When was the last time he told you he loved you more than anything else in the world? When was the last time he told you how beautiful he thought you were?

He could barely remember. All he remembered was how fucking stupid he acted. How he pushed you away so much. How he hurt you. How he got too embarrassed to do the things he always wanted to do and the things you always wanted to hear.

More brothers crept in, one by one. They couldn't take the crying anymore. They couldn't stand by and not do anything while they were all hurting alone. They joined the brothers on the bed and sobbed with Mammon next to Lucifer, who cried silently. They looked like a pile of broken mirrors with all the pieces mixing together in the middle.

It was always raining in the House of Lamentation, now.

[askkaimeilu]

"What cryptonloids say about each other" chart (my hc :3)

Im sorry if it is so bad!!

Rin Kagamine 🍊

Len - My brother is a boring gremlin, like.. When and where i can sale away him and get my cashback?

Miku - She may be a weirdo. But i like her much more than Len.

Meiko - U CAN'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO! YOU - NOT MY MOM >:c

Luka - Dunno where did she got a patience for my pranks..>:/ But i will do my best to annoy her to see her true self! >:D

Kaito - really love playing video games with him is fun. At least he's not acting like an crybaby when i winning him. >;3

Len Kagamine 🍌

Rin - my sister is a gremlin, like, remember those weirdos from that movie, y'know? I hope that it isn't her true form yet.

Miku - she is a diva, okay? The, as you say, creator of minecraft and that wizard with lightning scar. From self i can say that i'm addicted to her, i think? ¬///¬

Meiko - i love hanging out with Mei-san, i guess. Like, she can give you some good advice, if you want to of course, because if its opposite, Meis unneeded advices are so-o freaking annoying...

Luka - Uhh.. what can i say about her? Shes sweet and very nice woman.. Luka-nee is that one whom i can rely.

Kaito - "best friend forever". i think i can rely on him when i`d be need this.. Plus, i bet that he'll beat Rin in the videogames.

Miku Hatsune 🌱

Rin - my bestie! I love hanging out with her! And she is actually really kissable, just, look at her cheeks! >w< Isn't she cutie?!

Len - another bestie!! I think he has that thing that elders call "emo phase"..? By the way, i really really really like him! As a friend of course! ^w^

Meiko - my sensei! She taught me everything i know! Except using wrist-world bands, i taught it by myself :). Mei-chan doesn't tell me but i think that she overgood friends with Luka-nee.

Luka - nee-chan! The one, who always here for me! :3 I dunno why some peeps think that Lu-nee is cold - she is really warm and sweet 'loid! If she wasn' t shy in front of others - many people would've seen her good nature!

Kaito - onii-chan! He is my big emotional support! X3 I'm so glad to be his friend! Actually, cause of Kai-nii loyality, he reminds me of labrador! XD

Meiko Sakine-Shion🍷

Rin - who raised this child? She needs some milk.. And oranges. Pretty sure that she overwatched some spy-movies and now thinks thst she is the one.

Len - thinks that he has a mid-life crisis, even though he is a 15 years old. Pretty sure that Len-kun is in love with Miku, but she doesn`t know about it.

Miku - I taught her some skills i know by myself. A little thing that i find weird is that MiMi is into some weird technologies.

Luka - cotton candy baby! We've know each for a long time, and i think i can't stop finding her as a cute one. I really LOVE making LuLu red-faced. UwU

Kaito - my childhood friend, first love and husband! (pretty much titled, isn't it?) I never found and never will find someone who is so nice and sweet as KaiKai. I can even proudly say that he is the love of my life.

Luka Megurine 🐟

Rin - little sister figure. She may looks very naughty, but i believe that she`s a good girl inside.

Len - little brother figure. He is such a baby boo. Really hope that it's just a phase..

Miku - she is really sweet girl. Miku-chan looks like a air head at first sight, but she is an extraordinary one. Who knows, maybe one day she will be the first one to be on planet Venus?

Meiko - Mei-chan is.. *dreamy sigh*.. She and Kai-san are my world, i can`t imagine my life without them. Mei is very beautiful, attractive, kind, reliable and everytime when looking at her eyes, it feels like something out of this world.. U////U

Kaito - when we were teens, i've never considered Kai-kun as my lover. I always knew him as kind, sweet, honest and loyal one. But slowly, i realised that we can be more, than just friends.. Now, Kaito is one of the few people whom i trust more than myself. ^^

Kaito Shion

Rin - oh! She is funny yet naughty little one. When i have weekends, Rin-chan invites me to play video games.

Len - Len-kun is a little brother i've never had. Sometimes, he wants to do a revolution, but it is just a teen phase!

Miku - she is a good girl! Since she is a teen, i feel like a big brother figure for her, sometimes Miku says that i am just a dog is really..! ..something?

Meiko - my wifeyy! ;w; Love her so much! She is my first my last and my everything! I will do everything to her to make her the happiest woman in the world! So happy that i'm her husband!! TwT

Luka - my another love! She is the sweetest girl i've ever met in my life! Lu-chan is so fragile, it makes me want to protect her at all costs! >< I know that you can't marry to third parther, but i consider her as my wife!

[delicrieux]

☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 23: PRETTY BOY

emotions run wild when everyone is drunk and hardly coherent. quackity is always loud, but tonight is a full on assault on the senses (the ears, in particular). bretman simps for corpse too much for your liking. rae is happy for once. there’s a confession of love somewhere in there. sister james makes a very good impostor, but that’s old news, the real question is who gave you a knife? a new persona emerges that leaves the roaches quivering in their boots.

─── corpse husband x reader, a lil bit of everyone x reader (because she’s a queen) ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: a lil over 7k.

author’s note: it’s the way i can’t follow a fucking calendar for me. sorry guys, i swear to god i thought i had one more day before thursday . the idiot award goes to me and i accept it with pride. anyway, i was excited to write this for a while! quackity is in mexico, that’s why he drinks, too. my fic, my rules, he’s too funny not to include. im also working on an extra w dream and mr quack so look forward to that, too! hopefully u like this part ily xx and as always lmk wat u think!!

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The outfit for today was picked with care and consideration. Hot, as always- you had forgotten your roots, your hoodie and sweats lay hidden in the bottom of your drawer never to be worn on stream again. You’ve changed. Clout really does that to people. Some viewers, naturally, find your hotness near insulting: how dare you rub your beauty in their faces, and so unabashedly, too?! If only you had a twinge of self-awareness, perhaps you would tone it down. But you don’t, and whether that’s by choice or not is the mystery the whole internet tries to solve (ARMY has been working diligently, and you admire their effort, though in the end their tireless labor brings no tangible results). 

You went from hot to hotter. In all truth, the fires eating away at California can be blamed on you. You carry this burden in stride, in your platform overpriced shoes some girl scammed you on Depop with, in your fishnets, in your skirt, in your corset, in your rings and necklaces and chains. You woke up today and chose violence. Decided your existence will be a plague to the rest of the populace, and meant it (that, maybe, you took inspiration from a certain faceless Youtuber that so happens to be your boyfriend or whatever). You feel powerful. Like you could step on the world and the world would let you. You decide that it’s the way it should always be. 

The smile on your lips informs of nothing good to your quaint, small audience of 40k. You change the lighting in your room from the soft cherry blossom pink to menacing violet. As fitting for a villain.

Perhaps California’s hellish sun has finally purged you of your bubbly, docile nature (arguably, you had never possessed it to begin with); perhaps it’s the forth mimosa you’re mixing as people slowly trickle into the lobby. Who knows?! Not you, definitely. What do all of those boring dead white European philosophers say? Embrace the unknown? Cheers, you’ll drink to that.

In stark contrast to your appearance, your room is a fucking mess. A war-zone of epic anime scale. Everything is scattered, well, everywhere. A perfect representation on what’s going on in your mind, always. You don’t like how people focus on your surroundings-- you’re the main attraction, hello? Are you not enough to sustain them? Must they beg for more?! Totally ungrateful. You shake your head in disappointment, as if a mother scolding her children. 

noooooo! mom pls forgive me i will never ask abt anything ever again T_T

yall looking at the room? lol couldnt be me

feels like im five and my mum just told me i cant eat a pretty rock i found on the pavement:(

You can’t contain your sly grin. Eyes twinkle with a purplish hue, appearing all the more menacing. You tricked them once again, oh how absolutely evil of you. In your blind delight you accidentally spill champagne on your lap.

“-Oop, fuck.” You snort.

why does she sound like goofy 

The scandalous drunk Among Us stream is about to start. You had been eerily silent through the greetings, and those that chose to approach you were met with a cold shoulder and minimal replies. All on purpose, of course. You wish to plant a seed of unease within them, and so far, it’s working. There are questions unanswered, jokes unsaid, Quackity unteased. It breaks your heart, but it must be done. You look into the camera, all vulnerable and devout, as if to say: I’m doing this for you, all for you.

pack it up yandere simulator

idk whats going on but i think im into it?

villain arc villain arc villain aRC VILLAIN ARC

“Hey, guys,” Corpse’s voices rings in your headphones, and not a blink later his astronaut appears in the lobby in a cloud of smoke, “Hi, Y/n.”

More sharp, excited hellos follow after. You merely hum, though give no further reply. As Corpse strays to your side, Charlie steps in in front of him, “BDA access only. You have a permit, bitch?”

“Y/n is being quiet-she’s being quiet, guys!” Quackity helpfully informs, as if the rest failed to notice your cryptic silence, “Don’t be sad Corpse, man, Corpse don’t be-she didn’t say shit to me either.”

“Y/n has decided to not waste her breath on the SDS.” Charlie voices, “And you know what? I actually agree with her for once.”

“SD-what now?” Dream questions.

“The Small Dick Society.” Charlie explains, noting Dream’s whine of protest, “Oh no, don’t give me that shit, weren’t you bitching about not being invited and not belonging to exclusive clubs? Congratulations, you’re finally part of one.”

“Wait!” Quackity interjects, “Am I part of it too?”

“Guess, Sherlock.”

“I’ll drink to that.” Corpse says. You nod to your audience, like he just spoke the God honest truth, and follow in his example. Your tentative sip unexpectedly turns into a greedy gulp, but you’re not complaining. The only slightly coherent thought that rings in your mind is drink tasty.

“Ignore them,” Rae chimes, “Y/n’s probably plotting something and using Charlie as a cover up.”

“I’d never.” The words slip past your lips before you can stop them.

“Well you sure are very quick to deny it.” You can hear her smirking, can hear the proud lilt in her voice, like she caught onto your silly little scheme, like she has you all figured out. Your eyes narrow dangerously. The night behind your window pools dark, with far away city lights glimmering before they, too, seem to dim. 

Your roommate is back on your shitlist. How her name was missed among the rest.

“I’m defending my honor.” You yelp, the playfulness back in your voice along with your sunny smile, “I can’t have my wifey slandering me online. At least do it in private, geez.”

If Rae’s such a good detective, you’ll give her a good chase. Perhaps you’ve been laying it on too thick. Made her too suspicious. She can’t out you yet--not when your plans are so grand, so fun. It would be a waste.

“Why weren’t you saying anything then?” Quackity questions.

“Do I need a reason not wanting to talk to you?” You shoot back. Your friends laugh and he tries to shriek something past their cackle. You lean back into your chair, the tension from Rae’s confrontation finally easing. You wink at the camera and bring a finger to your lips. The roaches swear to secrecy, elated by your wickedness. As appropriate, they spam devil emojis and various renditions of evil hohohos and hehehes. The apple truly does not fall far from the tree. You had raised them well. You raise your glass in solidarity. A few donations fall into your pocket, easily summed up as: make them suffer.

Muting the discord call, you give a single response, “Oh, I intend to.”

i hope this doesn’t awaken something in me

^already too late for me bro

As caught up in wreaking havoc among your viewers as you are, you miss Sykkuno’s entrance, though from what you can tell, Charlie gave a stern warning to back the fuck off to him, too. He’s playing into your plan so beautifully. Truly, you couldn’t do this without him. Back to stalking the chat you go.

Your eyes flicker to the game upon Bretman’s signature drawl and “Hi, daddy.”. You have no time to get offended at Corpse’s sweet “Hi, honey” back, because the next person to join the discord call and the lobby leaves you speechless. You knew, of course, you had been informed of the line-up, but still, you had never expected yourself to be so close to Jomes Chorles himself. You make a weird gesture with your hands, half wave half excited wiggle, as if you’re telling the audience to calm down, when, in fact, it is you that needs calming.

He goes saying his hello’s like doing a public service, name by name, before, lastly, uttering, “Hi, Miss Y/n. Loooove the vids.”

He’s a roach in disguise, who could’ve known?! Your audience is so diverse and unexpected, gosh, you’d shed a tear if the mascara wasn’t so expensive.

“Hi!” You reply with a grin, and it’s genuine this time, a glimmer of your old self, “Hi, I love your videos, too. It’s like, really cool to finally meet you.”

“Oh my God, you too!” Is his enthusiastic reply, “Okay, the energy in the studio today? Love it.”

“Is this all of us?” Quackity asks.

“Sadly.” James says with a note of disappointment.

“HEY!”

“Okay, guys!” Ash chimes, “Let’s do this! Proximity Among Us, round one, go go go!”

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Luck does not shine upon you during the first round- you are stuck as Crew Mate, your life cut short by Bretman who had the audacity to bite your head off. You’re positive Ke$ha wrote her hit single Cannibal about him, and if she didn’t, she definitely had a That’s So Raven moment and predicted it. It’s also insanely suspicious as after you are eliminated he sticks real close to Corpse, feigning innocence (and this is a controversial opinion you do not endorse) better than even you. It wounds your pride, having been picked off so casually, so quickly, and now stuck a ghost you roam the halls of the dying spaceship, lost, confused, heartbroken.

Charlie runs past you, not once even glancing in your direction. “Brother...” You mutter sadly, “Do you not see me here? Do you not feel... the loss of your twin’s heartbeat...?" Damn, these mimosas really are making you emotional. You sniffle and take a sip to calm the storm within you. No rage, just sadness. You are still processing your own tragic demise.

Suddenly, a meeting is called. There’s a horrible red X on your astronaut. You are the only one dead so far, and of course the rest won’t vote out the fucker. How bitterly you sit! With your arms crossed over your chest and your glare sharp enough to cut through glass. Fuck the sad shit, now you’re just angry. At the very least, the second Impostor could’ve given you some company!

“I knew something felt off.” Charlie is first to speak.

“Who the fuck killed Y/n?” Corpse questions, and his voice ignites a whole discussion that lasts much too short. The others skip, having no suspect yet. It’s much too soon to start pointing fingers, but you still feel like they should have at least tried. Pouting, you fix yourself another drink.

“Stop drinking!?” You gasp, exasperated at your chats demands, “I’m dead! What else should I do, the tasks?! Nah, fuck that. I’m done. I’m out. Charlie better employ his fucking detective skills because if the Impostors win, I will literally quit the game--yes I will, no I’m not bullshitting, fucking watch me.”

Thankfully, Bretman was caught venting, and you didn’t have to end the stream prematurely. The second Impostor, your roommate (oh, the betrayal, Rae, how could you?!) was voted out due to Corpse’s suspicion. Victory to the Crew Mates! The game restarts and you find yourself back in the lobby.

“Miss Y/n,” Bretman says, “I am sooo sorry for killing you first, baby. It was just too easy. I couldn’t pass it up.”

Giggling, Quackity chimes, “Sister slaughtered.”

“Oh my God,” James groans, “shut up!”

“Yeah, Y/n.” Charlie speaks, and there’s an accusatory note in his calm voice, “Why the fuck did you allow yourself to be eliminated first? Real noob shit, I expected more of you.”

“HUH?!” You frown, “What’s with the victim blaming?! I literally was doing my task and Bretman snuck up on me. It’s not like I had a weapon to defend myself!”

“You have been avenged,” Corpse states, “and that’s all that matters.”

“Thank you, Corpse!” You say, “At least someone cares.”

“Hey, I helped, too!” Dream pipes up.

“No, you didn’t.” Corpse shoots him down, “I was the only one.”

“You were not--”

“Literally was. Isn’t that right, Sykkuno?”

“Uhhhh-” Sykkuno trails off, “Well, we-we all helped!” You can hear his shy smile, and you just know he’s bobbing his head up and down at this exact moment, “We all helped. Team work!”

“Team work!” The rest echo, save for yourself, Corpse, Charlie, and the two Impostors. Silence speaks more than a thousand words or whatever. You pray to any higher power willing to listen to finally assign you the role of the villain, the one you were born to do. 

Sadly, higher powers must have either shitty customer service or are in need of hearing aids, and you almost scream in frustration when your astronaut appears along with the others, the bold CREW MATE title chipping away at your master plan.

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“Hey, Y/n, hey! Hey, Y/n!” Rae finds you in Cafeteria, where you, metaphorically, are eating your feelings. Not that she needs to know, of course. She sounds chipper, a bit ditsy, and that must mean she’s sufficiently tipsy. You store that information for later, and forget about it as soon as you notice Dream and Sykkuno, like her very own personal bodyguards, trailing after her, “Wanna play a game?!”

“Is this Saw?” You inquire, somewhat lazy. You’d be lying if you said the alcohol wasn’t affecting you, it’s just instead of making you bubbly, it makes you mellow. This was supposed to be fun, you were supposed to terrorize everyone and laugh as they perished by your hand, yet here you are, wallowing in self-pity. The roaches start worrying. The donation jingle chimes.

BEATINGS & SLUTATIONS yns_fishnets donated 5$ mom just wait it out & dont worry youll get your vengeance soon lead them on!!!!

Your fishnets have a point! 

“Saw?--No, no, haa, no it’s a drinking game.” Dream sounds like he has had one too many rounds of this mysterious game, and naturally, you are intrigued.

“Where we drink!” Sykkuno clarifies. Right, well that explains everything! If you had any questions, you surely have none now.

“Okay, so, name a category, and you have to, like, say a word associated with it...Or something along those lines.” You hadn’t even agreed and Rae is explaining the rules already. She knows you too well. It’s both a blessing and a curse, “Can be anything! Okay, Y/n, Y/n, Y/n start!”

“Uhh--” If only your brain computed as fast as she spoke! “Song lyrics! Wait--who drinks?”

“You fail, you drink!” She hurries, “Choke me like you hate me but you love meeeeee. Syk, go, go go!”

“Uhm, ah, I don’t wanna feel like this, uh, fuck?” He laughs--it’s a raspy, embarrassed little sound, “I don’t...wanna look like this? Dream, now you!”

“Wait, we’re singing Corpse’s songs?”

“Any song!” You urge him quickly, “Hurry! Or drink!”

“She say I kill her cat like I'm Luka Magnotta--”

“Hey! That’s cheating! You can’t use my song!” Rae protest.

“That wasn’t in the rules!” He counters.

“Y/n! Time’s running out!” Sykkuno exclaims.

“Oh, uh, will-will the real Slim Shady please stand up!”

NOT EMINEM WHAT THE FUCK

MOOOM WHT THE HELL THIS ISNT 2008 T_T

“Ra-Ra-Rasputin, Russia’s greatest love machine--”

“All...All the other kids with the pumped up kicks better, uhh, run better run, faster...-faster than my gun?”

“Uhh, shit--fucking hell.” Dream laughs, and Rae practically screams at him to keep going, “Alright! Okay! I’m singing--uh, you’re so golden, na na na na?”

“I tell you what a woman loves most,” You chime gleefully, “it’s a man who can slap but can also stroke.”

finally, the mother mother representation we’ve all been waiting for

i aint exactly gay but i aint exactly not gay >:)

the bis won

“I steal a few breeeeaaaths from the woooorld for a minute--”

“Mitski?!” You question, eyes bulging, “Baby, who hurt you?”

Even if you can’t see her, you know she’s waving her arms around and shaking her head, “Not the point! Sykkuno!”

“Uh, I-I, uhm, I don’t--”

“Drinnnnk!” You all chorus. 

“It was a good concert,” You say, “Syk, I’ll drink with you.”

“Thank you, Y/n. That’s very kind of you.” He says softly, with a smile lining his lips. You grin.

“Oh, fine. Everyone, bottoms up!” Rae decides, and no one protest. A moment of silence passes, then, “Well, GG, GG, let’s do some tasks?”

Your enthusiastic Ariana Grande-esque “yuh” is cut short by the second meeting of game two being called. The first one to go had been Ash, voted out during a bathroom break as a joke, and you still feel a bit bad about that. Now, you notice Charlie has been eliminated. A sense of righteousness fills you--while you mourn for your brother from another mother and father and family tree, you feel like this is divine punishment for slandering you before the start of this round. Karma. Nothing much is discussed, and the meeting ends shortly with everyone skipping. 

You spend a good ten minutes wandering around with Dream, who’s mission appears to be convincing you to join his Minecraft server, and really, there was no need for him to try so hard. You failed to provide him with a concrete answer only because it would've been to humiliating to admit that you agreed instantly upon hearing the word Minecraft.

That’s when things get fucking weird. Another meeting is called whilst you’re in the middle of fixing lights, and once the board with the members appears you audibly gasp. There had been 8 living, breathing astronauts rushing around the map, and now only 4 remain. You, Corpse, James, and Alex. 

“What the fuck--what the fuck?!” You screech alarmed, noting Dream being among the perished crew, “I was just with Dream fixing the lights, I was just with him, what the fuck--”

“Okay, no one panic.” James says, “Let’s figure this out. Okay? Okay. Who else is close to Electrical?”

“I’m at Nav.” Quackity says.

“I’m at Cafeteria, but Y/n--” Corpse starts, “kinda weird that Dream died when you were with him?”

“I didn’t fucking kill him, I swear to God, Corpse, why are you accusing me?”

“Don’t be so defensive.” He says smoothly, “I’m just pointing out the obvious. We all have a reason to be sus, no? Considering you were right with him.”

“...It is suspicious.” James agrees, and a part of you dies inside. You understand their hesitance to trust you, but it doesn’t make it any less frustrating!

“Guys, I didn’t kill him, I swear. He invited me to play Minecraft, I wouldn’t do that to him, not after that!”

Corpse merely hums, and it brings no comfort what’s so ever. The situation is spiraling, and not in your favor. Trying to salvage your chances at freedom, you try again, “Wh-James, James, you called the meeting, right?”

“Yeah, I found Rae’s body near Medical.”

“So I couldn’t have killed her and Dream at the same time!” You latch onto that piece of information, hoping it will save you.

“You could’ve vented.” Corpse points out, “Plus, there’s no telling how old the body is.”

“Killing five fucking people? It’s the work of one person, or else the game would have already ended. As it stands, I am no way sober enough to think all of this out.”

A brief silence hangs in the air; your lungs constrict from tension, from spilling words so hotly. You grasp your glass, as if for emphasis, and take a shy sip. It taste sweet, a bit too sweet for your liking. Must be your nerves. You drink again to wash the taste out of your mouth, which, surprisingly, doesn’t work. You whine a little, stomping your feet like a child about to throw a temper tantrum.

“...I believe her.” Quackity says. You breathe out a sigh of relief.

“Alex, thank youuuuuu!” You gush, batting your lashes as if he could somehow see you and that would somehow portray your innocence, “I knew I liked you for a reason!”

He mutes his mic, his spill of words lost to your ears, but chat helpfully informs that he’s screaming because you don’t hate him. 

y/n out here collecting men like pokemon cards

Now all that’s left is to convince the others. You start with the one you know will work, “Corpse,” You address him in your sweetest voice.

“Y/n,” James warns, “don’t you dare--”

“Baby, I didn’t kill anyone, I’m crew mate, you gotta believe me.”

“She's innocent.” Corpse declare, thoroughly convinced.

“Oh my fucking God, you fucking simp!” James laughs, “She’s obviously manipulating you!”

“No, no, she isn’t. She’s innocent, I agree with Quackity. Now, it’s either you or him.”

“Could be you for all we know!” Alex accuses.

“Guys, time’s running out.” You mutter fretfully, noting the seconds tick by from white to red. 

“I’m voting Alex.” Corpse says.

“What?! Fucking traitor! Fine, I’m voting for you.” Alex hisses.

“Ugh, hate agreeing with Quackity, but I’m also voting Corpse. Sorry, hon, nothing personal.” James says. The VOTED icons pop up beside their characters and you panic, pressing your mouse idly but it’s too late, there wasn’t enough time, and you cry as Corpse is thrown into lava. The chat spams F, and it feels like salt on a fresh wound.

In a second you’re back in Cafeteria, shell-shocked and trembling, and Quackity cusses because the Impostor is still among you. His frustration doesn’t last long as you watch in horror as Jams Chortles, beauty guru supreme, murders the only other crew mate in cold blood and all you can do is gape and let his cheerful laughter fill your ears. The screen bleeds red, informing of Impostor victory, the second one being Ash. Looks like you voted her off for the right reason, but little difference did it make.

“Corpse!” You yell past the cacophony of voices, all in varying forms of excitement or anger, beelining for his in-game figure, “Corpse, I’m so sorry, I panicked, I tried pressing the button but I wasn’t quick enough--”

“It’s alright, baby. Don’t worry about it.” He’s so calming, so gentle, you might burst into tears again. What did you do to deserve him? You wish he was with you so you could smother him in a hug. Alas, all you can do now is say “I kith you, mwah!” and rush to the other side of the lobby, as if to hide from such a bold display of affection, even if it was a joke (it wasn’t).

yall say corpse simps for y/n but the reality is y/n simps for corpse harder

queen stop its embarrassing

bhaddies can simp!! i wouldnt but its her choice <3

More deliberations, commentary, and short breaks. Once everyone has returned, the countdown starts. You’re still reeling from the chaos of emotions, the five stages of grief you experienced in 1 second upon Corpse’s unjust demise, that it takes you a moment, a single heartbeat to realize what you’re seeing on screen.

The letters IMPOSTOR hang above your astronaut, with Dream standing just behind you as your newly appointed partner in crime. And suddenly, all the sadness and the tenderness and sympathy vanish with a curt exhale. You slowly turn your head to the chat, muting the Discord call, your soft chuckle of disbelief turning into a full blown laugh.

it’s happening!!!! 

omg omg omg omg

VILLAIN ARC VILLAIN ARC VILLAIN ARC

You slap your palm over your lips, trying to contain your wicked smile, to tone down your broken giggles, “N-No, I can’t laugh yet,” shaking your head softly, you look into the camera, “they’re all going to die.”

pack it up light yagami

this has awoken something in me.

^ same

The crew mates go their own ways, rushing to do their tasks like the diligent little workers they are. How adorable. Their grim fate is still miles away from them. The shit you’ll pull will be for the history books. Much like your outfit, which you picked keeping in mind your newfound thirst for blood, you had devised your plan of action with care and consideration. You had been mulling it over all day, drawing on paper like the absolute madwoman you are; hell, you even made sticky notes on who to go for first and what to say. Sure, being moderately drunk hinders your memory slightly (an understatement of the century), but you got a feel for what you’re going to do. It’s nothing short of evil.

Dream and you don’t exchange words, you merely nod at him-- which he, of course, can’t see-- but your criminal bond enables telepathic communication. You can hear his thoughts, ones that strangely sound like drink drink, drink drink. And really, who are you to refuse such an enticing offer?! As he fucks off to stalk his victims, or play pretend, you take a sip. The cocktail is still sweet, but this time it’s not the icky sweet you had tasted prior. You glance at your sticky notes, ones the roaches can’t see, and nearly spill your drink for the second time today as you jerk.

“Fuck!” You exclaim, shoving your headphones off and spinning in your chair. You hastily stand up, wobble -- the world is pleasantly funny right about now -- and giggle. Stepping past the mountains of abandoned clothes and pillows and blankets and anime plushies, you maneuver your way to your bedside table and yank it open, nearly taking out the whole drawer with you. In the mess of old diaries and bad drawings, pencils, jewelry, and stickers, you fish out something you should not be wielding in your inebriated state.

It’s a knife.

In midst of teenage angst you had ordered it off of Amazon with your mom’s credit card, all the while whining that it’s not a phase, mom, and it’s what all of my cool kid friends with fried hair have, and don’t you want me to fit in, don’t you want your daughter to be happy?! You think it’s about that time, the time of too much uneven eyeliner and black eye shadow, that she took to calling you little raccoon. Trash rabbit was your personal favorite, but she used it sparingly. When you presented your Macy’s outfit, holding up a fucking butterfly knife, to your dad, asking if it was a look, he glanced up from some boring business magazine all boring business dads read and said, with a bright smile might you add, “It’s a something!”.

Oh, how it gleams in the lilac light. You used to do tricks with it, back in eight grade maybe, and--what the fuck? Why did you parents allow you to buy it in the first place? Well, because you’re the only child, the only one important, of course they got it for you and clapped enthusiastically at your performances, because why wouldn’t they? The whining they’d face otherwise would’ve been harder to endure than a whole dance number to Panic! At The Disco’s greatest hits. Broadway looked so fucking shabby in comparison. Your mom said so, so it must be true.

Stumbling back to your extremely confused viewers, you take your seat, feeling a bit more grounded now that you’re not standing on your platform shoes anymore. Putting on your headphones, you grin at the chat that starts swimming, and not from too much drinking either. You do a quick flick of your wrist, one that thankfully doesn’t end in injury, and the sharp tip of the exposed knife points upwards, glimmering. It’s a rainbow colored one, because one, it’s pretty, and two, you weren’t hardcore enough for the jet-black or straight up military ones the other emo kids had. Cute and dangerous, just like you.

So you just sit there, holding it up, looking somewhat sly as the roaches capture this momentous moment with screen-caps. Someone definitely clipped you trudging past the obstacle course to obtain a weapon of mass destruction. You must be already trending on Twitter, though you can’t exactly log on and confirm your suspicions. You just feel like you might be, like you should be, because your audience wouldn’t let this slide. Thankfully, your friends don’t have time to check social media, or you’d be outed in an instant.

“Y/n?” Your roommates voice booms from your headphones, and you perk up with a stupid realization that you completely forgot about Among Us. Stuck at the start, at the lobby where Dream had left you, you see her astronaut waddling to you, “What are you doing here? Wait--Have you not moved from the beginning?” She can barely finish the sentence without giggling. 

You grin, “I was looking for something.”

Your voice is soft, too calm for your usual frantic spill. You gently set the knife down, hand coming to rest on your mouse, fingers idly, slowly, bouncing on the buttons.

“...What were you looking for?” She’s none the wiser, the numerous drinks consumed tonight numbing her sharp mind. She would have noticed. Your eerie composure would’ve given it away in a heartbeat, or at least hinted at something being objectively wrong. But she sounds curious. Poor girl, hasn’t she heard? Curiosity killed the cat.

“A knife.”

“A knife?!” There’s something about her tone that implies a mental clicking, the puzzle pieces falling together, “You have a knife?!”

“Yes.”

“No!”

You think it would only be appropriate that the random sequence of killing animations renders the backstabbing one. You grin, biting your lower lip with a quiet snicker.

i love women

if evil bad...why seggy?

You take your time leaving her there -- in true serial-killer-to-be fashion, you stick around for a bit longer, admiring your handiwork, or more like the chat singing your praises. You joined today with the intent of making an interesting stream. You have no doubt in your mind that now it will be legendary.

You move down the hallway, and you let your imagination wander: you can almost feel the stuffy air of your helmet, can almost hear your loud footsteps echoing in all this hush, can almost see your reflection in the spotless tile floor. It’s not long before your second victim makes an appearance, running circles in Cafeteria. You hear his voice first before you see him, recognizing Alex by his unhinged screech of “Let’s go, let’s go, let’s goooo!” 

“And what’s got you so excited?” How cool and collected you are, gosh, you barely contain the quiver of excitement that threatens to slip out. 

“Y/n!” He exclaims, rushing to your side like a lost puppy--he’s really making this easy for you, he’s not even trying, “You just missed--Oh my fucking God, you just missed James, he-he called me tall, he called me fucking tall! Let’s go, let’s gooooo!”

“Well, you are tall, aren’t you?” You chime sweetly, almost as sweet as the drink that lingers on the tip of your tongue, “Real 6′3 energy, no?”

“Yes, yes, exactly! You get it, you fucking get it--” Once again, his mic goes mute, and you glance at the chat for help.

hard to transcribe what hes saying but hes taking shots and yelling that he loves you good job mom

hey, queen! girl, you have done it again, constantly raising the bar for us all and doing it flawlessly

mom plz dont kill alex hes too cute hes all uwu rn

Oh, how you’re about to break his poor little heart. If you had any good left in you, you’d spare him. You don’t, and you’re not taking requests at the moment, so all you do is smile at your chat and they know. They just do. Hive-mind shit, you’re all two-faced little fuckers.

You giggle, and it sounds a tad fake, “You’re so weird, Alex,” You start, and he’s back in the call, a sound of confusion echoing in your ears, “but I get it, you know. You’re weird. You’re a weirdo. You don’t fit it, and you don’t want to fit in. I mean, really, has anyone even seen you without your stupid hat?”

“...Do--” He sputters, bellowing a laugh, “Do you have that whole fucking monologue memorized?!”

“Is it because you’re bald?”

“I’m not fucking bald!” His giddiness is quickly replaced by anger.

You hum, pretend to think, lastly barking a “Liar.” before you kill him. His scream is cut off, leaving only deafening silence at it’s wake. Unlike with Rae, you don’t stick around. You didn’t appreciate how little he enjoyed your recital.

You run into James near Navigation, most likely on his way to Cafeteria. He ends his song mid-note, and you breathe a sigh of relief, “Finally! Someone! I’ve been looking all over, where the hell is everyone?” You question, blocking his way, lest he accidentally stumbles onto the crime scene and easily pins it on you. You’re not done yet.

���Honestly? No clue. I’m searching for them myself, like, everyone’s scattered. I hope no one died.”

You smile. You tried not to, but you can’t contain it, “Me, too.” You echo the sentiment, urging him to join you, and he does. Too trusting. Everyone in this game is too fucking trusting. You lead him back to Nav, feigning that you have a task here. As you pretend to move the spaceship, you can’t help but ask, “Hey, James?”

“Yeah?”

“What’s your favorite scary movie?”

A beat of silence passes, “Oh no, fuck that, I don’t like this at all.” He states, about to spin on his heel and bolt like he should do, but you’re quicker-- killer instincts and all-- and he’s dead before he makes it out the doorway.

“See, after your No More Lies video, I figured you’d only tell the truth.” Yes, this is the part of the anime where the villain monologues, only the hero in this case is an astronaut cut in half, and not exactly alive to listen to you. You hope James’ ghost sticks around, “Case in point, why the fuck did you tell Quackity he’s tall?” You eye the chat, which’s mostly spamming W and comparing you to Ryo from Devilman Crybaby. “Such a shame...” You murmur, pressing the REPORT button.

“What?! How are so many people dead?!” Ash gasps, her kind voice tinted with fear and confusion. Your three kills, like military stars on an uniform of a distinguished officer, are displayed on the board. Dream appears to be slacking, having yet to take a life.

“Someone’s been real fucking busy.” Charlie observes. It’s true, you have been.

“I found James in Nav, but holy shit--” You begin, exasperated, “--what the fuck, guys, how did we miss this shit? Where is everyone?”

“I’m at Electrical.” Corpse voices.

“And I’m with Corpse.” One sentence is all it takes to figure out your next target: Bretman. Revenge for being killed first in the first goddamn round, and for spending so much time with your boyfriend.

Eep!!! Boyfriend boyfriend boyfriend!!! The word even makes you forget your thirst for blood, that’s how whipped you are. Sadly, it’s time to return to reality, to this grave situation.

“And what have the two of you been conspiring?” You keep your tone level, but that alone is enough to set everyone off. The unease you had planted within them before the game started is starting to bloom. However, if they suspect you, they don’t speak up, not yet.

“Fishnets, mostly.” Corpse says.

only partly a lie he was mostly talking abt u queen <3

corpse simping for y/n is the sweetest thing ever

the times corpse used y/ns name when talking abt y/n: 1. the times he used baby or my baby: infinite

“I’m wearing them right nyoooow.” Bretman drawls.

You hum, “What a coincidence. I am, too.”

“Wait--For real?” That seems to catch Corpse’s attention, because of course it does, you picked them with him in mind, after all.

“No peeping.” You tsk, obviously referring to his tendency to hop onto your stream unprompted. Whether he actually listens to your demands is beyond you, “Peeping means cheating.”

“For the love of fuck all, can we get back to the three dead bodies, please? Because I’m about to have a second coming of Christ moment and taste my consumed, digested beer for the second time.” Charlie interjects.

“I mean, anyone have any ideas who’d do this?” Dream takes hold of the conversation. Quiet, disappointed nos greet him. They have nothing to go on, no clues, not even a subliminal message. With everyone scattered, there is no way of locating the actual bodies and drawing a long red trail leading back to you. 

You’re too good at lying, and Dream is too good of a publicist. People tend to trust his judgement, which is his main asset (besides his calm demeanor of course). When the Among Us gods chose you as Impostor, they made sure you had every advantage. 

“Who-Who do you think it is, Dream?” Ash questions, “I trust you. I do. Just know that.”

“No fucking clue.”

“Y/n?” She tries again.

“Same. I’m a bit worried, though.”

“Let’s, uhhh, let’s skip?” Sykkuno offers. The consensus is to start voting at six. Your new mission is to make sure you dwindle the numbers down drastically before that can happen. You have no qualms about sacrificing Dream in order to meet your goals, either. Absolutely cold blooded.

Back at Cafeteria, there are words exchanged about Quackity’s body just laying there, forgotten. Blame is shifted: how come we didn’t notice sooner? Where’s Rae? And you mindlessly go along with their mourning, not really paying attention. Dream leaves with Charlie and Sykkuno, Corpse requests you stay with him and you sprout fake apologies. Not his time yet. Us girls need to stick together!, you sing, following after Ashley and getting further and further away from him, going deeper and deeper into the labyrinth of the spaceship.

You find yourself in Security with her, her cute astronaut pressed to the cameras, watching the live feed, “Let’s lurk here, okay? Maybe we’ll see something.” If only she saw who was standing behind her. 

“Who do you think is the Impostor?” You ask, standing in the doorway, “Or, more like, who are the Impostors?”

“Honestly?” She ends her word with a little sigh, “I think it might be Corpse and Bretman. I haven’t seen them at all this game.”

You smile, raising your brows, tilting your heard, and you sound so kind, like a dear old friend about to deliver a tender message, “...Have you seen me?”

“SHIT!”

Too late. In one smooth motion she joins the afterlife. You cut the lights, venting mindlessly till you spot Corpse and Bretman panicking in Weapons. Your existence is still a mystery to them.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck--” Corpse mumbles, “Bretman, don’t you dare fucking kill me right now.”

“I’m not Impostor!”

“Okay, I’ll drink to that.”

They rush out of Weapons, most likely on their way to Electrical, and you trail after them like the Grim Reaper itself, biding your time till you can deliver the killing blow.

“Corpse?!” You call out, mild panic ringing in your voice, “Is that you?”

“Shit, Y/n? Where are you?” He questions. Crew vision is so sad, so small, how can he not see you standing almost right next to him? “Where’s Ash?”

“I dunno,” You say, “when the lights went out I ran. Please don’t kill me.”

“I’d never do that, baby.”

Too easy. They’re all too fucking easy. You bite your lower lip, trying to stop the laugh bubbling in your chest, to stop the lightheaded dizziness that overcomes you with a rush of excitement. 

“Thanks, pretty boy.” You mutter, and it sounds a bit lower than you intended, a bit darker, something sinister lurking underneath cotton candy words. It instantly clicks in Bretman and he makes a noise, something like a whine, and you see him backing away, “I know I can always trust you.” 

Whether Corpse notices the odd shift in tone, he doesn’t show it, “I like it when you call me that.” Is all he says, and you hear the smile in his voice, the appreciation. The trek to Electrical is all but forgotten. You slowly make your way to Bretman, “Where are you? Come here.”

“Just a minute,” You say cheerily, “I just need to kill Bret first.”

“Holy shit.”

“N-” Your victim’s sentence is cut off in a second, and you can’t contain your manic cackle this time, because the screen bleeds red, the words VICTORY splattered on it, depicting yours and Dream’s sneaky astronauts. You’re still laughing as the voices of your fallen friends ring in your ears.

“Y/n, what the fuck, you’re an actual monster.” Dream says, but there’s no actual weight behind his words, each syllable punctured with a laugh.

“I knew the second she asked me about my favorite scary movie that I’d get the chop.” James states.

“Wait, Y/n, did you kill everyone?” Corpse questions.

“She fucking did!” Dream answers for you, “I got Charlie and Sykkuno, and barely at that. What the fuck.”

“I’ve been waiting so fucking long for this.” You admit, giggling, raising you glass, “I toast to you, Dream. My perfect partner in crime.”

“I didn’t really do shit, but cheers.”

Quackity heaves a heavy sigh, “Y/n, Y/n, you don’t actually think I’m weird, right? Right?”

“No, she does.” James chimes.

“WHAT THE FUCK DID I EVER DO TO YOU, DUDE?!”

More commotion, more noise, and you just sit there, buzzed, snickering, reading the chat as the rest agree to play another round. You thank the people who donated that you had accidentally missed among the, you know, murder, reply to a few questions, bow dramatically to the many praises and invisible flowers you receive for such beautiful assassin work. When you look back at the screen, you throw your head back with a maniacal laugh.

Impostor again, only this time it’s with Charlie. Family bonds are often restored when united under a common goal. You’re so happy. So happy. You weren’t done terrorizing your friends yet.

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