#still got an hour and a half of this shit

[bigbrosfriend]

Dad has a trip out of state for a week. He used to leave me home alone, but then I got caught throwing a party and now he has to drop me off to be “watched.” Normally it’s at my grandmas house but she is on a vacation. Dad’s last resort was uncle Robby, who in dad’s words is “a lazy piece of shit who is either drunk or hungover.” Dad didn’t even come inside, he just dropped me off.

Robby was still at work when I got there. When I walked in, there was a note on the counter that said my room was upstairs and to the left. I snooped around the house for a bit, beer cans and liquor bottles were half full all over the place. I snagged one of the open beers and downed it, not like Robby would notice one of the 200 lying around. The bathroom was rank with a strong piss smell, likely from the sticky yellow floor around the toilet. The kitchen smelled a lot better, but wasn’t much cleaner. In the fridge I saw mostly beer but also some leftover pizza. I finally made it to the bedroom. The sheets looked like they used to be white, and pillows looked like they don’t even remember what color they used to be. *This better be a joke* I thought.

I walked around the house twice and only found the one bedroom. I was about to check out the basement when I heard the door open. “SAMMY! Where are you my nephew?” The words were a bit slurred. *was he already drunk this soon after work?*

“Hey Uncle Rob.” I said

“Did you find your room? I’ve only got the one bedroom so I’ll be sleeping on the couch. Don’t worry, I am not your dad, if you want to have people over, you go for it.” While he was talking he was dropping his pants. “Feel free to eat or drink anything you find laying around.”

He flopped on the couch and was out like a light. The rank scent from his crotch hit my nose. It was worse than anything I’d ever smelled in the locker room. I picked up a bottle of vodka and went up to the bedroom. I drank and scrolled through my phone for a few hours, until curiosity overcame me. I started snooping around the room again. I found a pile of laundry that smelled just like Robby’s crotch, but now, after the liquor, the smell was starting to turn me on. I grabbed a pair of underwear and took a deep whiff in. Like a light switch my cock was hard. *Woah, why is this getting me going?* I wondered. I kept snooping. I opened the bedside drawer where I found condoms, a fleshlight, and a dildo? *Was uncle Robby gay?* I kept digging and found a magazine filled with naked men. I decided I found more than I wanted to and should go to bed.

As I lay in Robby’s sweat, piss, and cum soaked sheets, I couldn’t stop thinking about the smell of Robby’s bulge. I creeped downstairs and saw Robby had turned on a porno, and had fallen asleep while jerking off. The porno was an incest flick about an uncle creeping on his nephew. The smell hit my nose again. I couldn’t stop staring at his bulge. Without thinking I sat on the floor next to him and took a deeper sniff. The scent burns my nostrils but I like it. I reach my hand for his bulge but the moment my hand touches his bulge he pulls his hand out and grabs mine.

“I knew it, you really are a perv. Well if you like the smell so much…” he didn’t finish talking, he just grabbed me by the back of my hand and pushed my face into his crotch. Rubbing his clothed boner up and down my face.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom!”

[moralesluvr]

WORKIN’ DAY AND NIGHT | b. eilish.

billie was supposed to be home an hour ago.

it bothered you so bad when she stayed out late and didn’t tell you that she wasn’t gonna be home, mostly because it made you feel stupid, just as you did currently— you had been up waiting for her for nearly three hours, and embarrassment was the only thing you felt now.

you texted and called, of course, but she never answered. the phone would ring a few times and then ship you right off to her voicemail. if you were being honest, the last three phone calls you made were only because all you wanted to hear was her soft voice and her sweet laugh.

“hey, it’s billieee! i can’t come to the phone right now, obviously— so just leave a message for me, and i’ll call you back. love you, take care— finneas, shut up! i’m recording my voicemail— wait, how do i turn this shit off? wait, okay, bye for real this time.”

the line went dead as you hung up the one-sided phone call. you were sad now, tears beginning to gloss over your eyes when you slithered underneath the covers of your bed, billie’s scent still lingering on the pillows and in the sheets. you laid on your side and cut off the lamp next to you, grabbing your phone and aimlessly scrolling on social media to distract your mind.

the truth was, you had a really shitty day for a multitude of reasons, and all you really wanted was to compensate for that by spending some time with your girlfriend. however, she clearly had other plans— she was in the studio with finneas and it was making you upset that she hadn’t even checked in.

frustration was what brought you to tears, not sadness. you wiped your eyes harshly and shut your phone off, sinking deep into your mattress and attempting to fall asleep, though your heart and mind were racing. you tossed and turned with the hope that the physical exertion would make you sleepy, but it did nothing but make you full of more adrenaline.

you literally tossed and turned for an hour and a half until you heard the door fly open, watching billie come through it and flicker on a small lamp on your nightstand. she was out of breath, and immediately slipped her shoes and clothes off to where she was nothing in a tank top and her underwear.

“y/n, baby— i’m so so sorry i didn’t check in, me and finneas were fucking some taco bell up and then we got so distracted with the production that i…” billie paused, now standing idle in front of you as you sat up to look at her with teary eyes. “i guess i just…i forgot.”

you laid back down in your spot in the bed as billie sat at the edge of it, putting her hair in a quick bun and grabbing some aquaphor from the drawer next to her. as she put it on her lips, she shot you a heartbroken expression, “i’m sorry baby. please talk to me…i-i feel horrible.”

“just wish you would’ve remember that i existed. enough to at least send a text.” you whispered, clearly hurt by the way your voice cracked a little when you spoke. warm tears began running down your cheeks and billie immediately scooped you up, pulling you into her lap as she laid on the covers. she pulled the duvet over you and then grabbed your face with a free hand, an apologetic expression transcribed all over her face.

“no, angel— that’s not it at all, you’re so very important to me and of course i remembered you existed. but i was just so focused on writing that i wasn’t even on my phone, but i wont let it happen again, okay? i’m gonna always put my baby first. because i love you.”

“i love you too, bils.” you murmured as she smiled, grabbing both sides of your face tightly and peppering kisses all over your skin. you groaned at first, but you secretly loved it— how soft and affectionate she got when the two of you were alone and in your quiet space together.

she kissed you once more, softly against the lips, before pulling away and rubbing your thigh underneath the blanket, “tomorrow i’m gonna make up for my mistake. we’re gonna go downtown and get food on me, and then i’m gonna take you shopping and spoil the fuck ‘outta you.”

you giggled at that, nodding your head and resting it on billie’s chest as you felt a wave of sleepiness wash over you. the last thing you felt was your girlfriend toying with your hair before you were drawn to sleep.

“sweet dreams, babygirl.”

[mrs-elsie-barnes]

In The Middle of the Night | Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader | Drabble 1k

Bucky takes a chance on staying the night at your apartment for the first time. But he wakes with the smell of blood in his nose and a feeling that everything has gone wrong.

Warnings: Nightmare, Bucky has PTSD, descriptions of blood, angst with a fluffy happy ending.

A/N: Maybe I woke up in the night convinced I was having a period so bad it rivals something from a horror movie. And naturally I wrote this to help me go back to sleep.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics and @saradika-graphics

Masterlist | Bucky Barnes

Hydra had come.

Bucky was half awake, his mind dragging itself back to consciousness with the sure knowledge that spending the night here at your apartment was a terrible idea. Hydra had been watching, they must have been, watching and waiting and now they had hurt you and he would be back in that chair within the hour. He had known it then, protested and put it off and he'd given in and now.

Now.

He could smell blood, it had an iron tang that always lingered in the back of his throat. This was your blood, he had smelt it once before when you had sliced your hand cutting pizza. He'd helped you clean and dress the wound. How could he forget anything about you?

But blood is blood, no matter if it was yours, and it finds its way into his nose and clings there. He could smell it even in his dreams and now, eyes closed but conscious, he can smell it in the room.

Bucky slid his left hand under his pillow, the right was still holding your close. If this was the end, if this was his final moments, he wanted to stretch it out for as long as possible.

You were still warm, so they were close, maybe he had time, maybe -

He sat up with a start, knife in hand and surveyed the room.

Empty, dark, light from between the curtains sliced the carpet it two, but there was no sign of anyone else.

Beside him you sprawled in the sheets, your back to him, but searching for the hand that had been clutched in your own. Movement. You're moving, your hand reaching for his and, not finding it, you roll forwards into your pillow and cuddle that instead.

If you're moving you can't be dead.

Bucky repeats it to himself. If she's moving she can't be dead.

But why is there still that smell. His dreams are vivid but this - it lingers.

He looked down at his hands, reluctant to give up the knife, and there it is smeared all over his right hand.

Your blood.

And his hands and his leg. God it's everywhere and he can't tell now what's real and what's the trick of the light, just a patch a shadow or a pool of blood?

Is this worse than Hydra? This feeling that he's hurt you? Which fear had he ranked at number one? And did it matter now that one of them had happened and he'd done the unthinkable?

Bucky moved backwards, quickly and quietly, he moved away, dropping the knife to the floor and sinking onto the hardwood, wrapping himself in his arms.

"Bucky -" your voice is sleep rough but sweet, shards of handmade toffee, grains of brown sugar at the bottom of his coffee cup, all that's good in his life and he had hurt you. "You okay, Buck?"

There's a rustle as you push back the sheets and then, "oh - shit."

Is that all you can say to the obvious pain he's caused, you're too good. Too good for him, too good for anyone really, who could compare to -

"Baby, why are you on the floor?" Now you're just confused, fully awake and moving in the room.

Your hands cup his cheeks and brush away tears he didn't even know he was shedding.

"Don't, please, I've hurt you, you're bleeding and I thought it was Hydra but it was me-"

"Oh," your laugh is just as wrinkled and sleepy as your voice, "you didn't hurt me Bucky, I - well I'm kinda embarrassed, haven't been caught out since school, but I got my period."

Bucky looks you over now, the flimsy night dress you'd worn to bed only just touches the tops of your thighs, it's white and the satin shines in the moonlight, but all he can see is the rose of blood on the hem, the sticky shimmer between your legs.

"My hands, I woke up and my hands were -"

"Remember how we fell asleep?" You coo and he nods shyly.

He does remember, he remembers kissing and sliding a leg between yours and then his hands and it had been so soft and slow. You'd fallen asleep tangled together.

Bucky's mind is racing but he knows one thing now with clarity, he needs to take care of you.

"Do you want me to run you a bath?" There's a frantic urgency to each movement that he makes, trying to stand and sliding on the floor instead.

You laugh again and kiss him, full and hard, on the mouth. It's easy and loving and there's no anger in it at all.

Because he hasn't hurt you.

"No, but thank you. I'm going to take a quick shower, get myself cleaned up and sorted. Then I'll change the sheets. Are you okay? I'm worried about you. Did you have a nightmare?"

Tears well again, he doesn't deserve this.

"You do."

"What?"

"You do deserve this, me, us and I deserve you. I love you, Bucky Barnes, every little bit of you, even the bits that you don't want me to see."

And you kiss his temple, your hands cupping his stubble rough cheeks.

"I love you too." He says with finality, "and I'll change the sheets for you, please go and get comfortable."

It doesn't take Bucky long to strip and change the bed. He soaks the bottom sheet in the sink the way his Ma showed him, and sets a cup of sweet tea and an iron tablet on the bedside table for after your shower.

Before he knows it he's spent his adrenaline on making you comfortable, his eye lids suddenly heavy as soon as you slip back in to bed.

The light clicks off but he doesn't remember doing it. He does remember wrapping his arms around you and tugging you close.

"I love you so much," he whispers into your hair, kissing the top of your head. He can feel your smile when you tip your chin up and kiss his jaw.

"I love you so much, too."

[beeseschurgers]

Punch-out (catastrophic) christmas night headcanons bc why not

Glass Joe 🇫🇷

• He tried to cook turkey for everyone, ended up burning the oven for the 17th time. The deal? The turkey was undercooked. (Sorry but I genuinely CAN'T see this guy as someone who is good at cooking)

• Gave everyone christmas sweaters that everyone didn't mind wearing, it was sweaters insulting them so hard in french.

• Was told to NOT go into the kitchen ever again after burning the oven, and trying to put it out with water and also ended up burning the water.

• Literally was put under supervision so he wouldn't go to the kitchen because he kept trying to go.

• Had to watch MORE MORE JUMP songs with Sandman to kill time

Von Kaiser 🇩🇪

• Had to do most of the cooking with Hondo until Hondo had to leave, leaving Kaiser with the cooking duties until one of Tiger's clones came to help

• Had a panic attack when SMM played his awful song at full volume

• Brought cookies along with him, but before he could arrive, he slipped and the cookies fell down a hole, cried for the next 3 hours

• Was more mad about the fact that the turkey was somehow STILL undercooked and the water was burnt than anything else, turns out Joe forgot to put the turkey in the oven

• While he was cooking soup, Buddy the squirrel managed to sneak random shit in the food while Kaiser wasn't looking

• The banned from the kitchen toll increased to 2 after he caught buddy trying to put the spiciest chili in the food

Disco Kid 🇺🇸

• Played the wildest VOCALOID songs one could imagine because GUMI was in them, he terrified Hondo, also played 25ji songs

• Was BEGGING SMM to not play his song, unfortunately SMM played his song

• Spoiled everybody, but he forgot whose gift belonged to who so for example, bear hugger got stuff meant for Aran and Soda got stuff meant for Great Tiger and vice versa

• Was wearing that awful sweater Joe gave him thinking it meant 'the king of disco' even thought it actually said that no one gaf abt his trophies he gained from dancing

• Made FORCED the others to watch horror movies (definitely not to laugh his ass off at the way some boxers screamed)

• Accidentally put Buddy the Squirrel in Hippo's bag of chips

• Was dancing like he was in a nightclub, he was the only one dancing thought

• Had to calm Kaiser down during his panic attack while SMM's song was blasting

King Hippo (insert south pacific country flag here idk)

• Was pretty chill at first (keywords : at first)

• That was until Aran took his bag of chips because he ate like most of the bag of chips that was also meant for others

• Next thing, everyone was subjected to a loud, awful, scary, intense tantrum that lasted half an hour

• Eventually calmed down when Little Mac gave him another bag of chips

• Witnessed Joe literally getting thrown on Sandman's shoulder to get him out of the kitchen after trying to enter despite being banned and also screaming every sort of promise to not burn anything on accident ever again

• Mostly ended up being chill and pointed out the turkey was undercooked because Joe didn't put it in the oven

• Watched the horror movies like they were kids movies

Piston Hondo 🇯🇵

• Was HORRIFIED at some of the songs Disco Kid put in the radio, was literally about to faint at Composing the future being played

• Did some of the cooking, most of his time at the kitchen was to clean the mess that Joe made and that didn't last long because he had to go shopping with the rest of the major circuit

• Was screaming like he was the victim in the horror movie at literally every jumpscare, held onto Bear Hugger like he was an emotional support teddy bear, he ended up running out of the room after a certain jumpscare while screaming bloody murder and tripped 3 times in the process

• Also screamed at whoever's up there to stop SMM's music from playing, god he HATED Macho Man's newest song, the songs were all being hated on but it seems that Macho can't get the memo no one likes them.

• Was clinging into Bear Hugger all night, even when going shopping with the rest of the major circuit (he still hasn't gone over the jumpscare, he thought the ghost was gonna haunt him)

• While on the escalator in the mall, he tripped and first idea was to grab Bear Hugger, which made Bear slip, so Hondo tried to grab Tiger but grabbed his leg, Tiger lost his balance and grabbed Don who was applying his eyeliner and they all fell and rolled the way down on the escalator infront of everyone, some were laughing, some were trying to process what had happened in the span of 30 seconds. (Based on a true story btw)

• So basically, Hondo fell on Bear, Tiger teleported after he fell, and Don's eyeliner was ruined and he is forever angry at Hondo

• Hondo didn't see a wet floor sign and slipped, ended up crashing into a bunch of soup containers

• Tripped on the snow on the way home for good measure

• In short: Hondo had the worst day ever

Bear Hugger 🇨🇦

• Also spoiled everyone with gifts, mostly plushies and necklaces

• Was given a lucky clover by Disco that was meant for Aran

• Didn't realize that buddy the squirrel was not inside his beanie

• Didn't mind the horror movies, and was trying so hard not to laugh when Hondo started holding onto him like an emotional support teddy bear

• Started laughing his ass off with the others when Hondo ran out of the room

• Went shopping with the rest of the major circuit, completely oblivious to Hondo STILL clinging onto him while Tiger was trying to tell Hondo that no, that ghost wasn't going to haunt him

• When the entire circuit fell down the escalator, Bear got up like nothing happened while Hondo was mortified, Tiger was wondering wheter to stay or teleport home, and Don was outraged with everyone at first, now outraged only at Hondo

• Bear just got the things they needed at the store and a few extra stuff while Hondo gave the most sincere, genuine apology to the employees, and Tiger and Don were also getting some stuff for the other boxers

• After Hondo tripped in the snow, Bear had to hold him so he'll quit falling every 2 mins

Great Tiger 🇮🇳

• He's multitasking and using his clones, like one clone is cleaning a bit around, another clone is helping with the cooking, a clone is welcoming Carmen, while Great Tiger is with the major circuit

• Is technically the one who ruined Don's makeup, because he dragged him by the leg when they were all about to fall, but Tiger blamed everything on Hondo

• Tiger was getting the most random things in multiple stores, like he would have a birthday cake, then he would have a hairbrush, then a CD of weezer, just a bunch of stuff

• He went to the animal store and secretly opened the cages so actually a lot of animals escaped and were causing chaos, Bear saw it but continued his shopping like normal and Don and Hondo both jumped on different chairs and started screaming

• He managed to get away with it, and no one knows it's him

• One of his clone literally fucking washed Don's laptop and it hasn't been functioning ever since

Don Flamenco 🇪🇦

• He told Carmen that she should come visit and he overexaggerated things and said how it was gonna be the best christmas ever and how much she's gonna enjoy it, it turned out to be the opposite

• Had to supervise Joe so he wouldn't go to the kitchen and bother Kaiser until he was called by Hondo to do some christmas shopping, after Don left, Joe tried to go to the kitchen (again) and that was when Sandman threw him on his shoulder

• Don was ANGRY when after the escalator incident, his eyeliner was ruined and his face was stained with eyeliner, he screamed at everyone at first, then started screaming at Hondo saying how he was trying to look good for Carmen and he ruined everything (little did he know, Carmen didn't bother trying to look fancy, she just looked like her usual self, wearing the first thing she could find and still being messy asf)

• Screamed bloody murder when the animals went wild and was standing on a chair, and he broke the chair and started running

Aran Ryan 🇮🇪

• Is the reason why King Hippo threw a tantrum

• Was too busy drinking, and when he gets drunk, he tries to fight anything, this time he tried to fight the uncooked turkey and lost (they got a new turkey and it was cooked this time)

• Just slept around most of the time

• Drunkely told Sandman that Joe was trying to tresspass in the kitchen

• Tried to convince Carmen to leave and there was better places to be at than this mockery of a christmas night, but she just stayed for the chaos

• Ended up going outside and built a snowman

• Also saved the day by fighting the radio that played multiple Macho Man's songs, and winning this time and the radio was thankfully thrown out of the window

Soda Popinski 🇷🇺

• Was with Bald Bull and Bull was tired of Soda just drinking and being useless

• He screamed 'MERRY CHRISTMAS' at anyone unfortunate to pass by and wondered why everyone was scared of christmas

• Him and Little Mac ended up going to a nearby McDonald's where they spend most of their time to stay away from the chaos, except they didn't tell anyone and when Soda and Little Mac were gonna go home, they were greeted by police cars

• Bald Bull was mad at them and scolded them for like 2 hours

• Soda kept drinking and went to sleep early, they left some food for him

• Was filled in on everything that happened the next day

Bald Bull 🇹🇷

• He is getting closer to destroy somebody every passing second

• He is MAD at Super Macho Man who is blasting his songs

• He is taking all of his anger on twitter

• He scolded Little Mac and Soda for leaving and telling no one causing panic mode for everyone

• When SMM when outside, that's when Bald Bull jumped SMM

• Was told to put up the decorations, tripped and fucked everything up

Super Macho Man 🇺🇸

• Played so many of his songs and gave the boxers + Carmen a migraine

• Was praising his own music like it was the best thing ever

• Went on twitter and joked about Joe being 'grounded' after trying to sneak into the kitchen for the 23th time

• Literally almost all of the time, SMM was in his room making videos and flexing and getting trolled on the internet

• Took an interview online thinking he was gonna get casted in a commercial, it was actually just for some video to troll him

• Yapped about how everyone loves him (no one loves him)

• Ended up getting jumped by Bald Bull

• During dinner, he wouldn't stop talking, everyone was tired and told him to shut up in creative ways

• He got offended and tried to cancel everybody later on twitter, didn't go so well

Mr Sandman 🇺🇸

• Was mostly minding his business listening to Parasol Cider

• He was on a call with Mr. Dream when a very annoyed Kaiser told him to get Joe out of the kitchen

• Since Sandman believed the call was important, he just threw Joe on his shoulder while holding the phone and getting him out of the kitchen for good and talking to Mr. Dream at the same time

• Because Joe was dragged out by Sandman out of everyone, Joe didn't dare trying to sneak into the kitchen until dinner was done being cooked.

• He watched more MMJ content to kill time and to forget the chaos around him and Bull jumping SMM outside

• Overall stuff wasn't all that bad for him

Bonus:

• Doc Louis came to drop Little Mac since he wanted to go, Doc told everyone that the party was not gonna go well before leaving

• Little Mac just spent time on his phone and he had his airpods on so he was unaware of everything happening around him

• When the major circuit returned home, Don saw Carmen and immediately hugged her in tears saying how his night was ruined by Hondo and how chaotic it was, well to be fair, Don was jumped by some animals

• During the time for dinner, Gabby Jay broke into the house to give everyone cupcakes and left

• Joe was mad about not being allowed to cook

Probably the longest thing I've done, hope u guys like it and merry 24 days early christmas

[phantomdecibel]

hella terrible not being able to pace :((

[knightofleo]

Tai Tomisawa | Rellana, The Twin Moon Knight from Elden Ring: Shadow of the Erdtree

[coridallasmultipass]

brocal for the ship bingo?

The OTP to end all other OTPs... (Man. This wound up being basically Cori's Masterpost of BroCal. AKA... this got long and has some images, since I realized I can post my own art directly instead of just a text link to it lol.)

Wasn't actually expecting this to wind up with a bingo? But I got basically 2?? (Will explain the lighter heart later.) This is A LONG post, and definitely gonna get SUGGESTIVE, bc man, am I obSESSED with BroCal. I'm just gonna go thru each checked box, since I don't know how else to structure this post lol.

Read More to save ppl's dashboards:

I want them to make out with blood: OKAY. I HAVE A WHOLE THING PLANNED FOR THIS CONCEPT. I AM NOT GOING TO GO INTO DETAIL ABOUT IT JUST YET BC I ACTUALLY WANNA WRITE IT. I'm obsessed with this one fanart of Bro licking Lil Cal, and it spurred on an idea I outlined and really wanna write: https://coridallasmultipass.tumblr.com/post/739969858334294016/hiiii-mutual-i-am-secrecy-asking-if-u-have-anymore

((Sorry for the plain text links, Tumblr app is NOT cooperating with me right now to add hyperlinks. I'd post the image directly if that one was mine.))

Basically, I just really need to see Bro and Cal making out with blood in their mouths, and I started a whole convoluted, unrelated outline in order to make that hapen. It'll probably just be a really short thing that ends at the uh climax, since otherwise it's gonna end up sadstuck. And I don't like sadstuck lol.

Undeniably t4t: Bro and Dirk are always trans for me, and Lil Cal's got that uh... what percentage did I calculate it out to be? 13% of Dirk is in Lil Cal [ My shitpost calculations: https://coridallasmultipass.tumblr.com/post/746702663327072256/i-ran-out-of-tags-rambling-about-this-so-im-just ] so Lil Cal is at least 13% trans because of that much of Dirk being in him, plus however you feel about the other components being trans. LMAO this is ridiculous to type out. Moving on.

EDIT: FUTURE CORI INTERJECTING WITH A:

"Lil Cal Top Surgery Healing Progess: Day 1"

Terrible for each other affectionate/derogatory: I don't even know where the affectionate/derogatory split occurs. I multiship BroCal as both Bro/normal puppet Lil Cal and as Bro/evil juju puppet Lil Cal, and whatever combination in between or outside of that. Terrible in that Bro is so obsessed with Cal that he doesn't have normal relationship/social skills and uses Lil Cal as both a crutch and motivator alternately, in a terrible cycle, or maybe rather... spiral. And also terrible in that Bro is caught in the allure of playing the role of puppeteer while also being a puppet for the darker parts of Lil Cal, whether he actively knows it or not. (Honestly though, I feel like it's dismissive if you try to blame all of Bro's faults on Lil Cal like this tho, which is why I tend towards liking Lil Cal as just a regular puppet a lil bit more. Or at least, a regular mildly supernatural puppet since that can be a little more entertaining if Cal can get into mischief while no one's looking or give off the vibes of his mood more directly, rather than like entirely inanimate or 'just LE, trapped in a puppet body.' Again, I like all of these concepts.) ((I mean that can also be a whole post of its own, like, by the time Bro gets ahold of Lil Cal, are any of the other components still alive in there? Like, are ARquius and Gamzee still in there or did Caliborn kill and consume them entirely? Idk how it works, man. This is why I like Lil Cal as his own person, maybe just influenced by the feelings of the others. LaCroix: CalGamARquius essenced water. Lil Croix.))

They need to get weirder with it: YES YES. 1000% YES. I need entirely shameless Bro doing entirely shamless things to Lil Cal. I want them inseparable and doing unspeakable things to each other. I want Bro taking full advantage of Cal having a puppet body and all the intimacy that comes with making repairs and being elbow-deep in stuffing.

Playing with them like dolls cute/psychological torture: This is the same divide as with the 'terrible for each other' point, so I'm just gonna go with the cute one, since the torture one is self-explanatory. I want them fucking married. Like. Full mushy cute romance type of relationship that Bro has never felt for any of the people in his life (cough aromantic cough). I made this comic not too long ago, and I often fondly look back on it, because I adore the concept of Bro being lovey and romantic and everything out of character around Lil Cal because he feels safe and loved and comfortable around Cal:

[ https://coridallasmultipass.tumblr.com/post/750602227910131712/brocal-4-lyfe-so-i-had-this-idea-of-dave-being ]

I made a post a long, long time ago (not gonna link that one bc it was personal and I was being very obviously mentally ill ["C'mon, like you're not being obviously mentally ill while typing paragraph upon paragraph about BroCal still in 2024 like 10 years later??" Fair.]) But the gist of it was that, like, having objectophilia or objectum sexuality is like, from an outsider pov, it's a way to express love to yourself. You filter all your self-hate through the object you love, and you get back unconditional love in return.

Lil Cal is never gonna hate Bro, no matter what Bro does. As a regular puppet, Lil Cal doesn't have the capacity for hate. And so that only brings them closer, since Cal is never gonna reject Bro for any reason. (Back to being a crutch. RSD is real, and Dave is probably a big trigger for that since he's not on the same wavelength of weird as Bro [not blaming Dave, obviously, this is a post about BroCal].) Bro can experience receiving positive attention from Lil Cal, without feeling 'fake' or uncool by expressing that same attention or affection directly to his own self. (Things are always done through multiple layers with the Striders, aren't they?) ((And I'm not saying Lil Cal doesn't love Bro, or that their relationship is just pretend - it's real, I'm just like, 'What's going on behind the curtain in the mundane situation?/ How is the relationship appealing?' Lil Cal luvs Bro 5eva 4 lyfe and that's a hard fact. Could cut diamonds with that shit.)) Example: maybe Bro is dealing with a bout of body/gender dysphoria and is trying to take out his frustration with working out, and it's not helping, even if he's powered through a set better than normal. Then, he notices the way Lil Cal is watching him, and he can feel the excitement seeping off Cal. He can sense the echoes of a wolf-whistle ring out through his mind, and it's like. Okay, none of that shit from before matters, he's got all the validation he needs right there in Lil Cal. Maybe flex in Cal's direction, Bro?

Oh, so back to being cute: isn't it wonderful how the template maker phrased it as 'playing dolls'? But yeah, I want all the mush and everything. Bro has a whole wardrobe for Lil Cal for every minor event that occurs in the Strider household. I want them going on genuine dates. Maybe even... holding hands. Bro blushes for the first time since he was 16. He even gets to take Lil Cal with him when he goes out to DJ or put on a show. Not to mention the whole website business. (I've talked about Cal's role in that before, but I'll mention it in a moment...)

They will die in a heart shaped pool of blood: I mean, kinda did happen, even tho Lil Cal didn't perma die right there. I don't think this one needs any explanation, since it basically happens in canon.

'You should see the other guy...': Okay, so. About 11 years ago, I had a really great idea. About how smuppets enter this world. I expanded on it in the following more-recent post (adult only content lol): https://coridallasmultipass.tumblr.com/post/741683686717669376/back-in-the-day-my-friends-called-me-insane-when-i

To sum it up, whenever Bro makes a new smuppet design, he then gives it a video debut on his website, where uh, Lil Cal births the smuppet like it's a horror movie scene, fake blood and poly-fil gore all over the place as the smuppet crawls out from the viscera. Bro then gets to play aftercare by lovingly and gently cleaning up and restuffing Lil Cal as they get to admire their new creation and rake in the dough lol.

So it's technically not a 'you should see the other guy' kinda situation, but it does involve one of them being... idk what word would describe it. Injured by the other? Usually a character loses a fight and says this to act like they got out of it better than the other guy, but... We could have someone knock on the door during the filming of a scene like that, and Bro has to answer it with fake blood up to his elbows, and be like 'You should see the other guy.' (But obviously, that's a terrible idea and would cause more trouble than it's worth... Maybe worth it for a persistent door to door salesperson, though.)

Though, I guess I should also say, I'm not opposed to Bro beating on Lil Cal in or out of the bedroom. Or in the case of animate Lil Cal, Cal choking out Bro. In or out of the bedroom, lol. Depends on the situation, like I said I will ship this ship any which way. But my preference for animate Lil Cal is to be like a totally normal puppet around Bro (or mushy in-love with Bro) and then evil-murder-puppet towards anyone else in Bro's life, like a... toxic yaoi guard puppet. (New Phrase Achievement Unlocked!) Bro brings home another guy to have sex, who tries to stay the night due to the late hour, but the guy wakes up shortly after to see Lil Cal standing there with a knife in the dark, eyes glowing red. Panic ensues when the guest screams and freaks out, and by the time Bro's got a light on, grabbing his sword, ready for a ninja vs ninja fight (bc an intruder would've had to bypass all the traps), Lil Cal is just innocently splayed across the desk chair, no knife in sight. Relevant post (well, the caption on the post too, saying how Bro can't seem to hold onto any relationships besides Lil Cal):

[ https://coridallasmultipass.tumblr.com/post/741830516962164736/i-want-you-so-youre-mine-always-selfishly ]

Uh, lol, also Cal choking out Bro in the bedroom, adult only drawing: https://coridallasmultipass.tumblr.com/post/754328907438800896/i-wouldnt-wanna-be-my-ex-when-he-found-out-who

Thinking about them always and forever: Listen. My Tumblr as proof, I've had BroCal on the brain for at least 11 years at this point. Definitely longer, since I first started reading Homestuck. I fucking love puppets and dolls and plushies and I always have. Man, if I hadn't deleted Tweets (automated app I used to do, and I couldn't choose what to save) from when I was in high school, you could've seen me @ ing my fave band when they were taking lyric suggestions on a fan-inspired album, where I was telling them 'make a song where the theme is puppets' and, while I don't know if they saw that or took the suggestion (they had responded to me before bc they weren't huge yet), there is indeed a song titled "Puppets" on that album, and it was my favourite song on there. Point is, I was fated to ship BroCal before I even knew it existed.

Sicko 2 sicko communication: I mean, does this even need explaining? Bro and Cal aren't just on the same wavelength of freaky, they're the fucking source of the wavelength, and it's causing a feedback loop between them. And it does as feedback does, which is, it amplifies with time. (Going back to the spiral symbolism here, lol.) ((Actually, time can play a symbol here, too, I guess, but idk how to word it, I'm starting to run out of steam.))

Let them have a happy ending: God, I need this so badly. I know Bro's story ends in Homestuck, but like. Pls. Someone needs to officiate their wedding. Currently placing the dreambubble order, but I can't organize a wedding by myself. OH speaking of. In that lil comic I did above, where Bro is accepting Lil Cal's proposal, I had the Natural Born Killers wedding scene in mind. I was gonna draw that as a follow up, but I think I have too many WIPs going. Just two people on the run, saying "I do" in a scenic but completely ordinary roadside location. Idk why, I keep going back to that movie for things related to Bro (I mention it in a very important scene in a longer WIP I've been writing, as something Bro watched and internalized as a kid lol.) It's not the best movie lol. Anyway.

The devotion omg: I feel like I have already gotten my point across about this, but let me reiterate:

[ https://coridallasmultipass.tumblr.com/post/735842968450269184/in-the-name-of-iconic-magical-girl-anime-ill ]

Bro and Lil Cal absolutely beat the shit outta Jack Noir before he gets prototyped. And even then, they fight together till the death, like. C'mon. Nothing more romantic than fighting a losing battle side by side. Also, like, Lil Cal having his own protective chest for safekeeping as seen in the Strider living room? Like, you don't just have a protective case for any old thing, especially something meant to be handled, especially something that is regularly used to smack other things/humans. What I'm saying is, Lil Cal is durable and resilient, and yet, Bro still has a case for transporting Cal safely. Oh, wait, I just thought of something funny, what if Lil Cal goes feral like a cat, and basically the chest is like a cat carrier so Bro can drive without being constricted lmaoooo, I've been typing for hours can you tell?

Kind of homophobic: Listen. I HAD a Cal. Took him to college. Staked my claim on the top bunk bc I am royalty. Proceeded to not have anywhere to set my water cup and had to use a cardboard box as a table up there. Spilled water. Melted Cal's sharpie-drawn face. And then proceeded to cry. I have a WIP of Lil Cal 2, but that requires actually remembering to work on him. I wanna do better by the pattern, too, since I rushed to finish the first. I have all the material! I have the project started! So it's just a matter of reordering my WIP priorities, honestly.

Where is all the fucking content?!: For realzz. I was actually venting about this the other day (didn't end up posting it), but it's like, either there's no BroCal content, or there IS BroCal content, but I can't reblog it for reasons I don't want to get into on this post. I'm dying of thirst in the ocean, basically. Whatever. This just means I need to make more BroCal content myself, which I am more than happy to do. I've just had a rough past few months, so I'm glad I got to type all this post out, and hopefully I can get back to creating soon.

Last one! I hope this one makes up for the absurd length of the post, it's prob my new fave idea I just came up with on the spot.

[TW drink spiking by a stranger mentioned in this.]

Committing atrocities as their silly little activities: I think we all know what this means, but I am going to ignore that elephant with my special x-ray vision. Because this is a BroCal post. I'm digging deep to the meat and bones of this. Honestly, this could go multiple routes, it depends on how you take your Lil Cal.

One could place emphasis on the 'guard' part of the, ahem ahem, toxic yaoi guard puppet. Maybe someone is actually trying to harm Bro, and Bro legit can't do anything for reasons outside of his control - let's say his drink got spiked a while after he invited a stranger home that he thought was chill. As Bro gets shoved down on the futon, his memory of the night is only a few flickers. Familiar orange plush, roiling around above him like a dancing windsock. Flashes of Lil Cal's face all distorted and stretched wide like a funhouse. J-Lo and Ice Cube on the TV. But when Bro is finally able to fully wake up in the morning, everything is as if he just got home alone last night and passed out on the futon. Cal looks totally normal and content tucked under Bro's warm arm. Except when Bro gets up, there is a pair of shoes too big to belong to him at the door. Maybe Bro knows. Maybe instinct tells him to run. Maybe he does, but he's running towards Lil Cal, every time.

[nyckie]

don't mistake a beating heart for life

[fiapple]

hi! in case anyone was curious, spectrum boxers seem to compress your hips somewhat & do genuinely seem to make them more typically masculine, along with having general contruction that's better suited to transmascs. do what you will with this information.

[floral-hex]

woke up at 4am feeling the weight of my life crushing me, so I’ve been sitting out in my car for the last couple of hours because I just need. to. be. somewhere else.

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

I'm too tired to enjoy being awake, but too awake to sleep. The most miserable state of being.

[icewindandboringhorror]

Hrmm... Revising my game and I feel like there's still sooo much writing left to do, for something that probably won't even amount to much, so.. I do want to narrow my focus more (especially given my health problems seeming to get worse/less energy the past few years), but I'm not sure how would be best to...

I currently have 5 characters as the Main ones with full planned questlines and such, with each character having 6 quests you can do for them. But I haven't really started the writing for the 5th main character. So then I was thinking, if I were going to write 6 full quests worth of content anyway... is it better to allocate that time on just doing a Complete 6 Quests for ONE single character, OR would it be better to do something like.. choose THREE side characters and do 2 quests for each of them? So that people have a wider variety to interact with and sort of sample around (of course with the idea that, once the first version of the game is released, IF people actually care about it enough to make it worth the effort, I would then add additional content to complete those 3 characters stories as well)

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SO... If you were playing an interactive fiction sort of game centered around talking to & doing quests for a cast of characters (like there's no larger plot, more it's just about interacting with people, every character kind of has a self contained story, the focus is just learning about them and the world and exploring the area) --- Which would you rather have?

(and of course it would be stated up front which characters have only partial questlines, so people don't expect them to have full quests like the others and then get disappointed, or etc. etc.)

Basically, is it better to just focus in specifically on having one fully complete questline? Or for there to be a few stories that are not complete yet, but have more initial options available?

[a-purple-pineapple28]

ok, listen up

to the person who said Before Your Eyes wasn't sad at all

I will find you

[stormxpadme]

This series is everything the X-Men-movies could have been if they'd not fucked up from X3 on. I'm in ugly tears here. JFC.

[taniushka12]

truly nothing like a good book to make you wanna keep writing for the first time in forever

[sodacowboy]

oh man today has not been a good day lmao