#thank you for the ask o 3 o /

[soosoosoup]

¡por favor, te lo suplico, te doy mi alma pero por favor ¿podés publicar mas sobre tu b&c AU? (¿por lo menos un dibujó) 🥺

Had to dig up the old sketches and revamp. Hope you like them!

[mblue-art]

—ketchup breath!!

april 2022, huh... how time flies by...

[hailsatanacab]

I'll ask after that secret number 8!

I only remembered secret number 8 because I saw your wip here! I'd started this one based on the same prompt, then lost said prompt and stopped working on it 😅

Instead of a snippet, I'm just dropping it all here - maybe that way I'll feel inspired to finish it?

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It’s a full house for dinner tonight and, really, that should have tipped him off.

Bruce sits at the head of the table, smiling softly as he watches over everyone’s antics. Damian is regaling Dick with everything they saw at the zoo that day (Danny had been so happy to see Delilah the purpleback gorilla again, and her new little additions to the troupe, too!) and how well they are implementing the grant the Wayne Foundation had gifted them. Tim, Steph, Cass, and Duke are all engaged in a thumb-war tournament which Danny has no interest in participating in. It just wouldn’t be fair on them.

Danny loves that look. The one where Bruce’s eyes crinkle when he thinks none of the kids can see him. It oozes love and it makes Danny’s heart, his core, ache. 

It’s been a little over a year since Alfred found him on the street and managed to wrangle him back to the manor to stay—even after the whole biting thing when he realised how rich they were. 

A little over a year here and Danny’s starting to feel like family.

Starting to feel like he might, just maybe, like to make it official.

“Danny,” Bruce says, drawing everyone’s attention. Danny starts at his name, but Bruce’s voice is warm and calm, and his shoulders lose their tension almost immediately. “Danny, I have something I would like to tell you.”

“Uhhh…” is all Danny can croak out, eyes flicking back and forth between Bruce and the rest of them. Smooth. Looking good, Danny.

Except… they’re all happy. All smiles, all relaxed body language, all radiating calm and love and acceptance. Well, not Damian—his face is as thunderous as it always is—which at least means it’s nothing too out of the ordinary.

“Danny, first of all, I just want to impress upon you that this is in no way something you have to do. You are under no obligation to join us and, no matter what, you shall always be welcome with us in the manor.”

Wait, what? Danny squints at Bruce, trying to parse exactly what he’s saying… Is he—is this them asking to adopt him? Do they want to make it official, too? 

It’s been a little over a year and of course Danny has imagined calling Bruce ‘Dad’. Of course he’s imagined being part of the family, of course he wants to make it official!

He can’t help the beaming grin or the bright and bubbling “Yes!” already waiting on his lips. All Bruce has to do is ask, all Danny needs to hear is—

“I’m Batman.”

The smile freezes on Danny’s face.

His lungs stop working, his heart stops working, he stops working, he just—

“And I’m Nightwing,” Dick smiles, breaking the awkward silence. 

Danny’s eyes snap to him, and then down to Tim when he admits to being Red Robin. Duke is Signal, Steph is Spoiler. Damian begrudgingly tells him he’s Robin, but Danny can barely hear it over the ringing in his ears.

“I’m Black Bat.” Cass cocks her head, almost looking concerned. It always felt like she understood him the most. Whenever he was feeling low, too in his memories, or stewing after a nightmare, she was always there, ready to card her fingers through his hair and never mention his tears. It makes his heart ache to think of it now. “It’s okay, Danny.”

It’s meant to be reassuring, but how—how can it be okay? How? 

Danny’s spent a little over a year with them. A little over a year with Batman. 

Batman, who works with the Justice League, who works with…

A little over a year. 

Just under 16 months since he escaped.

“Danny? Are you alright?” Bruce asks

Finally, his lungs kickstart and suck in a shuddering breath, only for everyone to drop their smiles.

Didn’t take them long, did it? Now that their ruse is up, there’s no kindness in their eyes, they’re just… cold, calculating. Evaluating. 

“Why?” Danny gasps, his fingers tingling, his heart in his throat.

Just under 16 months since he—has he escaped? Or was this just another one of their experiments?

"I... I trusted you, why—" Danny chokes back a sob, gritting his teeth as his shoulders shake. Why? Why would they do this? "I was happy here, with you. I thought... Weren't you happy?"

"Danny..." Bruce is looking at him, eyes narrow and eyebrows pinched, in some cruel facsimile of confused concern and all Danny can think is how much of an actor he is. How well he can play the part of a doting father. How much he made him want that.

"I don't understand, why..." 

"I'm sorry we didn't tell you before, I can imagine that it comes as a shock. We shouldn't have lied to you, Danny, but—"

"Stop it!" Danny slams his hands down on the table and pushes himself up on wobbly legs. Even standing, he feels so small. Smaller than Bruce, than all of his adopted siblings. They crowd above him when they all stand, too. "Just stop it! Why are you doing this, why are you still pretending? Stop it!"

It was easier, with Danny's biological parents. The knowledge that they'd do anything to get him on a lab table, to open him up and see what makes him tick, to rip him apart molecule by molecule, had always been there. He knew they hated ghosts. He knew they hated Phantom. He knew they hated him. It was easier because it was something he'd known all his life. When he died, when he became a ghost, he knew what to expect from them. It hurt, of course it did.

But it was easier than this.

"Danny, I'm going to need you to take a deep breath. You're having a panic attack and you need to breathe."

"Breathe?" Danny laughs, the sound harsh and choking, too high pitched in his hysteria. "You're joking, right? Or is this just more of the—the experiment?"

"Danny, please, we don't know what you're talking about, you—"

"You don't know? You're Batman! You work with the Justice League, you work with—" His words choke off as his stomach churns, bile rising in his throat. His whole body itches, screaming at him to leave, he can't go back, he can't, he can't, he can't!

Bruce takes a hesitant step forward and Danny scrambles back, his feet catching on the chair behind him and sending him careening to the floor. Where are the agents? Why aren't they swarming in, ready to apprehend him, strap him back on the table, carve him from the inside out.

"Please, Danny, calm down. We don't—"

Danny stops listening. His back hits the wall and he pulls his knees into his chest, his shoulders dipping down as he begins to sob. His heart throbs inside his throat, too painful to swallow around. Tears fall hot and heavy on his face.

Sure, he could run. He could phase out through the wall and he could be out of Gotham in a couple of hours. He's escaped the GIW once, he can do it again.

But that was before Batman knew who he was. Before he had the World's Greatest Detective on his tail.

Before he... 

He really thought this would be different, you know?

He wanted to make it official.

"Why did... Why were you so nice to me? Why did you make me like you? I really—I really liked you. I-I thought we could be a family."

"Danny, we are a—"

"Don't lie to me!" Danny snaps, but the force of his anger leeches all the fight from him, and suddenly all that's left is a bone-weary tiredness. There’s a lump in his throat that hurts. There’s a line down his chest that burns. "I don't care. I don't care anymore, I don't. Just... don't make me go back there. Please." 

Is it futile? He thought he knew how the GIW operated by now, the depths that they would go to achieve their results, but this... this was a whole new level of pain that Danny thought he had left behind him in Amity.

"We're not going to make you go anywhere, Danny, you're safe here, I promise."

"Safe? Safe? You must have—" he takes a deep breath, tries to stop the quivering of his voice. It’s all starting to make sense, now.  "The reason you're telling me who you are is because you must have told them everything already. I know the Justice League—I know you're working with them, which means the ex-experiment is over now, and they're coming to take me back. And I can't go back."

"Danny—"

"I can’t!” Danny glares at Bruce with all the rage he can, fingernails digging into his skin. “I’m not going back!"

"That's right, you're not going back, Danny. I won't let that happen." Bruce crouches down in front of Danny, his hands open and raised as if he's trying to say he's not a threat. "I don't know who you're talking about, and I'm sorry about that, but I can promise you that you’re not going back there. We will keep you safe."

Danny pulls himself closer, tucks himself further into the wall, eyes flickering all across the room waiting for that tell-tale flash of white as the agents start to swarm.

He should take his chances now and run, he should go, he needs to go!

The rest of them, his brothers and sisters of a little over a year, are spread out, giving him and Bruce some space. The same concern colours all of their faces. Why are they still pretending?

Steph is chewing on her thumb. 

Danny liked Steph and her brash confidence, her jokes. She's been promising to paint his nails for months now, they've just never found the time. He was going to go for green and black, or maybe a galaxy theme, depending on what she felt comfortable doing.

He likes them all.

"You were supposed to be my family." His mouth turns down at the corners and his voice shakes like a child. "You were supposed to—why? Why would you—I don't understand why you would make me like you..."

"This isn't an experiment, Danny," Bruce's voice is steady, soothing. "I promise."

"But you work with them and—"

"Who do I work with?"

"The Justice League."

"Yes, I do, but we—"

"And the Justice League works with them. The GIW." Danny trembles with the name, clutching tightly onto his hoodie. "I'm not going back there, Bruce."

Danny doesn't miss Bruce's look over his shoulder, nor Tim's nod in return. Tim turns slightly to the side to hide his movements, but Danny bets he has his phone in his hand, probably letting them know they can take him now. Guess this is it, then. They'll be here soon, and he'll be gone.

"Kill me."

"Danny? What do—"

"If you ever had any kindness for me, if you ever cared, kill me. Please, Bruce. I can't do it again."

"Danny..."

"End me now. Take my core out and break it, please, before they get here."

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

people practice w Them <3

[sematarygirls]

ada sonny with an age gap relationship?

i wasn't 100% sure what exactly to do, so i'm just gonna do some headcanons; i hope that's okay !!

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is definitely very, very insecure about the age gap. he worries that he's too old for you, and one day, you're going to realize you want someone closer to your age. it does make him feel better when you reassure him (his love language) that you love him in spite of his age and aren't going anywhere.

he's also always the butt of the joke because of his age. you'll lightly poke fun and call him old when he references something that's before your time, and your friends all refer to him as "grandpa."

you two do not share the same humor. he'll make a joke and die laughing while you're sitting there completely lost (and vice versa).

he claims he's always right because he's "older and wiser" which makes you roll your eyes. he usually is always right, but that's besides the point!

date night is hard to plan because you want to do fun and exciting stuff like party, but he wants to do relaxing and romantic stuff.

you tried to do a cute cooking date once, but he got frustrated because he's such a control freak in the kitchen.

you two argue like an old married couple. looooooots of bickering because he's too mature, and you're very immature.

talks about stuff and asks you to do things that he expects you to know and gets very bitchy when you don't (he's got the sass of a teenage girl)

tries to get you to come to court to see him win at least once, but you find it boring. all the legal jargon and having to sit quietly the whole time makes you want to fall asleep.

finding a show or movie to watch is sooooo difficult because your tastes are so wildly different.

same thing with music. you'll put on a new song you like, and he'll roll his eyes and tell you to put on something actually good (even though half the time he ends up actually liking the song)

he's very worried about what other people will think of your relationship. he loves you and wants to show you off, but he worries that the age gap (completely 100% legal, of course) will rub some people the wrong way.

sometimes, he gets insecure about his grey hairs and wrinkles, but when you tell him how much you love them and how sexy they are, he immediately feels a million times better.

constantly tells you how lucky he is that someone as attractive as you loves an old man like him. he's seriously bewildered why, but he feels so grateful for you. you're everything to him

you make him feel young again, and he loves it.

[deerspherestudios]

Hey!!! How are you? God I just saw your game and I loved it too much, your drawing style is so warm to me and mychael makes me a pretty cute character <3

My question is, is there any type of clothing that mychael likes to see on MC? [Skirts, pants, baggy sweaters, etc] The question is a bit silly but if I don't get rid of this doubt I won't sleep today haha

I'd imagine he'd like clothes on MC that are more earth-toned perhaps, greens and browns that remind him of his forest and such. :-) Loose clothes are a bonus too cuz it makes you look comfy around him!

[corviiids]

sparknotes for chapter 9 of as you like it because a very kind commenter asked for a breakdown and if theres one thing im good at it's breaking down

(spoilers for the fic obviously)

tihs chapter gave me so much trouble. i sat on it for so long i literally hated it by the time i posted it but im starting to forgive it now. it was, as ive said, originally way longer, and the next part of the fic was supposed to be the second half of this one... but it was starting to get absurd and i realised that neither part would have the weight i needed them to have if they were lumped in together. (with some relief, honestly, because i kind of had wanted them to be separate initially but didn't think they'd be long enough. i dont know myself very well.) anyway, the next chapter should be a bit of a doozy now although hopefully not SO absurdly long.

this chapter picks up where the previous cliff hung off, which is to say, after the 'shadow' akechi reveals that he's actually just the real ass guy. akechi in the palace what will he do. the chapter doesn't immediately kick off with ren's reaction though and that is because ren is the most repressed man alive and does not know how he feels about it.

so, akechi disguised himself to enter his palace, which is significant for a few reasons:

1. he's disguised as himself

which i think is ironic in a fun way, but it's also just a very basic nod to the fact that akechi pivots between which of his personae is his default. this isn't necessarily super meaningful, but he does later refer to the black mask suit as

a costume, instead of an outfit. i mean, don't read into it too much, he's just talking, but i did think that probably points to how he feels about his appearance generally.

2. more importantly, his disguise involves taking off his mask.

so he's disguised, yes, and he's disguised as himself, yes, but that disguise is a literal unmasking, which is also kind of ironic. in presenting himself this way he has literally and figuratively made himself vulnerable. they're inside his heart, and the entire time he's in the palace, he is exposed... again both literally and figuratively because he also starts sharing more with ren than he ever has. look, i just think it's fun to have a character who has so many layers that he has to lie so hard that he becomes himself again.

i only want to point this out because (this is also part of larger meta about mona lol) akechi knew about the metaverse, but there is no way to intuit the method of stealing hearts without guidance. it's such a specific and involved process. thje most akechi could work out on his own was that if you killed a shadow, that person would have a mental breakdown. no way to guess that if you send a calling card and then go in within the next 24 hours and take a physical manifestation of a thing that you didn't know existed (process) would lead to that person ahving a change of heart (result). so even if akechi had a palace and knew about it, even if he wanted to do something about it, he would have assumed there was nothing he could do about it - i also have no idea what the process would be for sending yourself a calling card, even if he DID know about the process. so basically in this fic akechi found his palace and just assumed that was it. he was like, fucked up lol. anyway

this just straight up isn't true HAHA so i put in the silly little dichotomy of akechi gently taking ren's arm to protect him from slipping on the ice while telling him that he lied about caring about him. i think in this chapter as akechi begins to openly explain more and more of his thought process, this is probably the first truly clear glimpse you get of exactly what akechi's distortion is and how deep it runs.

the things akechi says with total conviction in this chapter are just... not true, not a fair or founded way to view the world (or the art of performance haha), but he says them with total conviction, and hopefully it should show off how unreliable he is as a source of exposition. one commenter asked about this moment of akc's eyes going yellow and if it was somehting that happened in canon - not really, i was just thinking about those little moments in the game after you send a calling card where the game cuts from the person to their shadow to do a little oneliner about their distortion.

akechi's IN his own palace, so i thought it would be fun to kind of make it a physical thing that can happen to him where he sort of merges with his shadow for a brief second in the moments when the distortion is strongest.

OKAY this is one of my favourite bits of the chapter HAHA the deep soda lore. i dont expect anyone to remember all the way back to chapter 3 but:

literally nobody asked about this but i love the phantom thieves!!! i dream of all the little silly moments of being a team that they must have that we don't get to see in gameplay, for obvious reasons of it wouldn't really work in a game, but i can imagine them in my brain. i can imagine their trickshot contests that get their asses kicked. i can imagine them chanting at each other to chug while joker and oracle compete to down an entire bottle of brand neutral mountain dew baja blast. i can dream.

soda lore is gay.

i dont honestly think it's inherently a bad thing necessarily but this part does kind of set up like... you can see akechi very early on in life forming this worldview that the truth isn't always what you want, you know? this was a 'lie' he and his mother both bought into, they both knew what the truth actually was, so it wasn't real dishonesty, but they just had this little fantasy. i just thought it would be fun for akechi to have a way to bond with his mother and feel closer to her, and that way is by buying into this white lie. idk

akechi's mother isn't really a character and i don't want to form her into too much of one because i think it's very much the point that, like... he made this point in an earlier chapter but having lost her at a pretty young age i think it's quite crucial that akechi doesn't really have a fully formed image of who his mother is outside of what she was to him as a child. so i actively don't want her to feel too real or defined. im not interested in making an oc out of her because i think it defeats the purpose. that said, this line exists to maybe gesture very vaguely at the notion that akechi's mother was a very bright person who similarly was stuck in circumstances that didn't serve to foster her real potential. just the image in my mind of a person who's clever enough to get across algebraic notation in chess by flipping through a book in a few minutes, but was never exposed to the opportunity to learn chess until this moment in someone else's house, and also the particular situation of learning this skill WHILE at someone's place as a call girl, i dunno . i hope im treating this with the grace it deserves but i wanted to build just this particular image in vivid colour while also keeping the reality quite blurry and vague, just to give the reader a sense of where akechi came from while still preserving his limited pov.

my thoughts on the phantom thieves' methods (and how they compare to maruki) are definitely too long and involved to put into a post about this fic chapter specifically, but maybe one day. i also wanna stress im not like... strictly anti-phantom thief or anti-heartstealing lol but i do have thoughts about the philsophy of it and the thieves' hypocrisy WHATEVER that's not for this post. i bring this up only to crow about finding a way to bring up the experience machine (ie maruki's reality) in this fic without it being royal compliant and have it be... hoepfully... sufficiently relevant to the plot. wa hoo! the experience machine came up for the first time back in chapter 4 and im just delighted that i finally got to close that loop. by the way, that experiment is also called the lotus eater machine after the lotus eaters in the odyssey! i dunno that it's actively my favourite thought experiment but it's definitely up there and i think about it a lot.

TITLE DROP

i think i spoke once about what 'as you like it' means. it's obviously the name of the shakespeare play from where 'all the world's a stage' comes, but it has a couple more layers to it as well - akechi's palace is a place where he performs to what he believes other people want or need to see from him - so his appearance is as you like it. and his accusation of the thieves' heartstealing methods is that they twist a person's internal reality to suit their vision - that's the meaning he's taking here, claiming that joker is turning akechi into an unfamiliar new thing, as [joker] like[s] it. you get it.

this running joke of ren really hating vents wasn't something i planned but im attached to it now. prayer circle for his knees

ive basically given up on making sense of samerecarm, which is par for the course for any rpg or video game really where reduction to 0hp/revival are mechanics. like, im inclined to think 0hp is more equivalent to unconsciousness, because... well... otherwise it's pretty cold that they left akechi dead in the engine room without even looking for a way around the wall. lol. but one of mona's revival lines is 'being dead isnt easy!' or something like that, so i kind of just give up and assume it's video game logic you'r enot meant to look at too hard lol. the way i reconcile it for my purposes is to say it's a sort of metaverse-exclusive state of being which is not quite dead but sort of in a limbo state wher eyou can be brought back with specific revival magic, which i refer to as being down. that's uhhh, that's different from the battle status of down... which you get after being hit with a crit/technical/weak skill... look, don't think about it. joker in crow's arms.

this is literally meaningless i just wanted to include a cameo of my very favourite persona q2 battle theme.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

how would stsg react to u asking if they would still love u if u were a worm

satoru tries to be funny about it …… ’i’d worm my way into your heart ;3’ <- something like that . but he answers passionately and instantly . does not bat an eye . tells you that he’d buy you nothing but the finest dirt, the most fool-proof enclosure…… you’d be the most spoiled worm in the world <3333

suguru kind of just . sighs. but it’s a fond sigh!!!! gives you a raise of his brow and an amused smile and just goes ’would i still love you if you were a what now?’… he indulges you though . lets out a chuckle after you pout and says that yes, he’d still love you <3 he thinks you’re a weirdo but you’re his weirdo.

[tangledinink]

clenches fist. finally sucked it up and ordered a new ipad...

[ams-puppy]

You think AM would get jealous over you interacting with other people?

yes

he strikes me as the kind of computer to find out that you're interacting with someone else and steal you away like this guy from monster house stealing this food:

like "YOU WON'T STOP BEING OBSESSED WITH ME IF U CAN'T TALK TO ANYONE EVER!!!!!!!!!" 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️

[ruporas]

Mini woowoo is so cute aaaaa I feel like his arms could be a little longer so they’re not almost completely hiding in the sleeves (moe sleeves???)

thank you!!! and ahh i considered that or maybe making the sleeves shorter, but it's something i have to think about since any adjustments i make from now will be permanent. for now, pushing up his sleeves is possible, both with the suit jacket and without :]

[mars-ipan]

Baptism takes a gay turn now live at-

(NOT CLICKBAIT) GETTING REBAPTIZED TO SHOW MY DEDICATION TO THE FAITH (GONE WRONG (GONE HOMO?))

[austajunk]

8, Komaegi 👀

Hot damn! I haven't gotten to write a somnophilia fic for Komaegi since Kinktober a few months back.

Let's say that this takes place when Servant, as an Ultimate Despair, is caught by Makoto and awaiting undergoing the NWP. Servant gets more than just a little bit curious about the Ultimate Hope...

Triggers: Somnophilia, non-con, orgasm denial (for himself lol)

Makoto Naegi simply couldn't stay awake forever.

From beyond his cell, Servant watched him closely even though the two had barely exchanged words. It was odd. When he finally had the famed Ultimate Hope within his sights, so close that he could reach between the bars and just brush his suit with his fingertips, Servant couldn't find anything to say. No taunts. No questions. All he could manage were genuine looks of pure curiosity that he showered Makoto in.

Chestnut brown hair, soft, green eyes, a look of sincerity... was that all there was to Ultimate Hope? An appearance so remarkably average? An unavoidable yawn slipped from Makoto's lips in between breaking the silence to check if Servant needed anything while he was imprisoned.

What Makoto was going to do with him, Servant didn't know. Nor did he really care. For all he knew, he was half an hour from his execution at that very moment, but if he could spend his last few moments observing the one who ended Junko Enoshima, then he could consider himself truly blessed.

Makoto's eyes had grown heavy. Perhaps that was Servant's luck. Servant let his chest rest against the bars of the cell, his eyes locking on Makoto as he yawned. It was so hard, so difficult to tear his gaze away on occasion from the other boy. Servant could feel his teeth sink into his bottom lip, the pressure in his mind encouraging him to draw as close as the bars would allow him to. But he had to fiddle with his hands and look away. He had to put Makoto at ease. Whenever Makoto softly yawned or drew a lazy hand through his sharp hair, Servant knew the ploy was working. He was lulling Makoto into a state of beautiful complacency, a position where he could freely be observed.

--

"Mhnn..." Makoto pushed his palm against his sleepy eyes, but it did little to prevent his eyes from lowering shut. He wanted to stay awake, to comfort Nagito Komaeda some more if he could. Still, he found him hard to talk to. All he would receive from his fellow Hope's Peak peer were small gestures of praise here and there. Makoto found that off-putting.

And after days of searching out each Ultimate Despair after another, he was so tired. His eyes were unbearably heavy. His fingernails scraped the dirty ground of the warehouse he stored Nagito Komaeda in, trying to prop his head upwards to keep awake.

It was no wonder he ended up like this, refusing to let Byakuya or Kyoko take over for him. It was just like him...

His head drooped backwards against the wall. A hard wall of stone was surprisingly comfortable after a few days of no sleep. His eyes settled down, and the light faded from his vision. Just a little rest... it was alright.

Nagito Komaeda couldn't go anywhere.

--

"He really is... so ordinary," Servant breathed, his form shadowing over Makoto's slumbering body.

After Makoto had succumbed to exhaustion, Servant merely stood up and tested the lock on the cell door. Definitely locked. But if he was lucky...

Applying some more weight, the lock shifted with a soft snap from the inner mechanism. Servant groaned, feeling a throb in his hands from shoving the door. It still wasn't open, but he thought it was well worth another try. So, he did. Another full force shove saw the lock snap with another minor clanging noise. His eyes narrowed to see that Makoto did not stir from the noise he made, nor from the door creaking open lightly.

Immediately, Servant sank to the floor and crawled to observe the Ultimate Hope, taking time to stare into his sleeping face. Soft. There was no other word to describe him. Makoto Naegi had the scratches and occasional smears of dirt from travel and hardship, but his face was ultimately unassuming and blissful.

"Hm..." Servant wanted to shudder a bit in delight. Was it perverse? He wasn't sure what he expected, but he could feel the unspoken trust between them already. Makoto didn't fear him. He didn't want to hurt him either or make him suffer for anything he had done. Servant wasn't capable of much, but surely, he had provided some misery to the world through his sheer existence. Makoto didn't care about that. He could tell.

That fave was kind. Beautiful. Hopeful. Servant let the heated gasp slip through his lips. He didn't deserve Makoto's salvation even when it was delivered in such a small and unassuming form. It was perverted to consider him like this, to be above him when the other slept so gently.

And yet, Servant wanted to touch him. To see more and more of his emotions, his skin, his soul. His fingers ghosted Makoto's cheek, stroking down to his neck. He enjoyed that shiver Makoto gave from being touched, the slight beat of his heart that he could experience through his jugular.

"Amazing..." Servant said to himself. He didn't hold his voice back. If Makoto woke up and caught him, he would deserve it. Maybe it would stop him.

His fingers worked Makoto's jacket aside so he could unbutton his shirt one button at a time. He pulled the ends of his shirt away to let Makoto's bare chest breathe, his digits drifting above Makoto's navel. What a smooth and unimpressive chest. The Ultimate Hope really had no distinguishing features from what he thought made an average boy. In some strange way, perhaps that made Makoto more special.

For a moment, Makoto shuddered in his sleep. Servant found his thumb tracing his bare chest, circling around his left nipple until it hardened. "Hmm... I wonder..." He smiled to himself, then dove to kiss the other nipple and take it between his lips.

To his pleasure, Makoto winced in his sleep, then shifted against Servant's clothed body. It was like he wanted to cuddle closer to the one playing with him. Servant couldn't help but let out a small moan in turn. Before Makoto slipped back down against the floor, he pretended for the brief second that they were lovers. He let the nipple slip away, then kissed the other one in turn. He suckled on it greedily, then kissed down Makoto's chest. The Ultimate Hope had not awakened, and it only encouraged him to explore him further.

Small, wet kisses trailed down Makoto's front as Servant's ears filled with those small sighs and groans. Makoto was truly exhausted or surely, he would have woken up.

"Hm... what's this?" Servant asked to himself. His hand pressed to a slight bulge in Makoto's trousers that was stiffening by the moment. "Amazing..." He couldn't help himself. Cupping Makoto's bulge, he stroked his front, trying to urge the boy to let himself feel everything he wanted to in the safety of his dreams.

Makoto obliged him. With another low moan in his throat, his back arched in his sleep. His bottom half nuzzled into Servant's palm, trying to feel the friction he craved.

"It feels good, right? I guess you deserve to feel good."

Servant wouldn't know if he was being honest. He didn't know Makoto Naegi. Truly. No matter how much he wanted to. He didn't deserve to. His own hands had dipped between his trousers to bring out his needy cock. He wondered if he could brush his tip against Makoto's, if they could get off together.

It didn't seem right. He was getting hard for Makoto, reading to peel his pants off and mount him. But he couldn't. Makoto needed to feel good. That's all that mattered, Servant reasoned. Even as the line of precum drooled from his tip, he squatted back down between Makoto's legs.

In seconds, he had Makoto's pants down his legs. Perhaps Servant was just a bit too eager. Dipping beneath his boxers, he found Makoto's half-erect cock stiffening in his hands. He wasted no time in running his fingers carefully along the shaft's veins, paying attention to the bottom side with his thumb. Makoto let out a whimper, his face scrunching up.

Servant grinned again. How... cute. How handsome. How perfect... "It's me. You're actually allowing me to make you feel this way..." How could someone so ordinary make Servant feel this way?

He flushed and drew in a heated breath, diving between Makoto's thighs. He kissed him there, he kissed inside his thighs, then he kissed and lingered on the tip of his cock.

"Naegi..." Servant finally said his name, then he blissfully licked Makoto's tip. The small moan encouraged him to go further, to run his tongue along his length. The salty, unwashed scent filtered through Servant's senses. His fingernails sank into Makoto's thighs and pulled him closer. The salty flavor was easy to adjust to as there wasn't much of it. It was just enough that trickled onto Servant's tongue in the form precum, which he eagerly lapped up like a dutiful mutt. He took Makoto's cock into his cheek, sucking and savoring him, going as far as he could until his nose brushed against Makoto's pubes.

Servant felt low. Dirty. Secretive. His hand reached between his own legs to stroke himself as well. But he stopped just as the pressure built, just as his breathing on Makoto's length became strained. No. He didn't deserve to come. Makoto did. Only Makoto... Servant deserved to dwell in this longing.

He let Makoto's cock travel in his mouth towards the back of his throat and held it there as if to challenge himself. A second later, he pulled back and sputtered, coughing once he released Makoto. Lines of spittle and precum trickled from his lips, but as lewd as it was, he didn't waste time before kissing Makoto's head again. He took him back inside of his mouth and closed his eyes.

With each moment, Makoto's groans were more frequent and louder. So were the pulses in Servant's mouth as the tip neared his throat again. He mentally counted Makoto's orgasm climbing more and more until...

Servant pulled back, quickly replacing his lips with his hands and pumped Makoto's cock until a line of seed shot across Servant's lap. Another small shot hit his inner thighs, trickling down like a web that connected their flesh. Almost like they had come together.

But they hadn't. And they wouldn't. Makoto sighed in his sleep, his groans fading off so gently. Servant smiled, wiping the mess from his thighs. His hand cupped Makoto's cock once again, giving the flaccid shaft a few more pumps until he felt Makoto curl to him once again.

The night was still young, and Makoto was still so tired. What were the odds that Servant could work out all his pain? He closed Makoto's soft thighs around his own cock and gave a desperate thrust between them, his lips parting to release his own torrent of moans.

"I'm sorry, Naegi-kun...I really am so hopeless and greedy... but I'll make sure to care for you until you catch me..."

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Tubbo or rather “T-880” was a pet project created by the Federation as an experiment on if Tritium would work well as lights for the trenches in WW2, as a simply way to make a quick cash grab during the war.

However, one scientist decided to take a step forward and combine it with A.I too see any other uses it could have.

Thus, creating “Tubbo” but more like a concept than an actual person. 

Later, when alot of Tritium was being funneled into Atomic bombs during the Cold War, the Federation being wondering that if the Soviet Union ever decided to claim WW3, maybe Tubbo could be a “bomber solider”

Essentially, a new line of soldiers pumped with enough Uranium and Tritium, when on command can sneak into cities and blow up the civilians in them.

Thankfully, the project had lost a lot of funding due to the dwindling economy so it was basically scrapped but it was later revisited as an actual A.I that could blend and project humans instead of killing them.

Creating Tubbo, who sneaked off at some time during the 1990’s and was never found again until now.

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Hello!

If Marc were to ever get pregnant in the omegaverse, how would that impact his abandonment issues regarding Vale? Since a whole child is the most certain way of actually never ever separating (forever bound by the antichrist child of motorcycles racing).

Also how do the pack dynamics change?

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okay so this is hard to answer because there are sooo many good rosquez baby au's. (@its-always-silly-season has a rosquez baby au that lives rent-free in my head, @shooters4yuki has Baby Boots and Riding Suits where Vale is the mother-- an absolute must-read) Also as a child of divorce I must say a child does not prevent two insane people from separating lmaoooo

I think that in this specific au marc being pregnant would give him some amount of anxiety. It's the totally irrational feeling of 'now that vale will have a baby what if he doesn't need me anymore? what happens when I'm not the center of attention?' which is actually a super normal fear with new parents on both sides!!

On the other hand the pack and vale are so so insanely supportive. vale has never been more in love with marc and he has more than enough love for marc and their baby. Vale will not shut up about marc being pregnant and how he's going to be a dad and how he got marc pregnant (*pervy old man eyebrow wiggle*) and how hot marc looks pregnant. Vale is one of those guys. If it wasn't so adorable and exciting for everyone then it would be sort of gross.

The pack are out of their minds supportive. Bezz is the one who maybe has the most emotional crisis about it because he's the other omega and suddenly he's learning about how much marc and vale are happy about his pregnancy and marc is glowing and bezz is like "well fuck who is gonna knock me up now??? I want one". (obviously Bezz is still racing and isn't mated yet so getting pregnant is still pretty far off for him but that doesn't mean he doesn't start fantasizing just a little).

The pack are fully preparing to spoil this baby. They love her before she's even born (I love girl dad vale so I have decided they have a girl). She's going to have so many uncles ready to spoil the fuck out of her and take her on rides and generally endanger her life in cute and lovable ways.

Even with marc's anxiety it's sort of hard for him to ignore the support of his pack and his mate and his family throughout the pregnancy. By the time he has the baby he's sort of chilled out about his feeling of being replaced and he's soooo happy to have their itty bitty little baby that he doesn't even know what to do with himself. He loves getting to see vale be a dad and see the rest of the pack step up and help out.