#that I will just bug them to say certain words cause it like. gives me a fizzy happy feeling for some reason

[munsonsmixtapes]

Could I request something for Eddie and reader where they are both completely oblivious to each other's feelings? Like it's not until someone else says something about it that they realize. Maybe they think that the other person hates them so neither of them have considered it but all of a sudden all bets are off?

cw: hurt/comfort

Eddie hates you. You're sure of it. There's no other reason he would avoid you like the plague, even going as far as just straight up leaving a room when you enter it. And that would bother you a only a little bit if you weren't so madly in love with him.

And the thing is, you're not even sure what you've done to upset him. In fact, ever since you met him, you've been nothing but nice to the man. You compliment him when he wears that leather jacket you like so much and on multiple occasions have offered to pay for his meal when he comes up short on cash when you and the others go out for dinner.

You think that maybe you're coming on too strong. That maybe he's insulted because you want to pay for him. You don't know why, though. It's not for any reason other than that you know what it's like to not have money and would have loved if someone had payed for you when you were struggling financially.

You beat yourself up about it constantly, wondering what you can do to get him on your good side, even though you're certain that it's a lost cause.

So when Robin tells you that Eddie has a huge crush on you, you laugh in her face. Because there's absolutely no way that man is interested in you romantically. And if he is, he really needs to work on his facial expression because he's always looking at you as if you smell.

"I'm dead serious, y/n," she insists as she sits across from you in your usual booth at the diner your group frequents. You sip on your milkshake as you think about it, trying to find any signs that you could have read wrong.

"Right," you roll your eyes. "He's so interested in me that he just has to leave the room when I enter it. He doesn't like me, Rob."

"He leaves the room because the fact that you don't like him upsets him."

"But I do like him."

It seems like everyone but Eddie is aware of that because he's still convinced that you don't like him for whatever reason. He doesn't even have an proof to back that up, but there's just something that gives him that impression.

"He says the same thing. And I'm telling you this so you'll do something about it."

The truth is that Robin has been trying to set the two of you up for months and it's been driving her crazy even trying to get the two of you in one room so now she's just going to have to put fate in your hands because she can't handle it anymore.

"Like what?" You wish she would just spit out what she wants to say instead of beating around the bush.

"Like tell him how you feel?" She says as if it's obvious, and it should be, but you're mind is still stuck on the fact that Eddie actually has feelings for you. Well, allegedly, because just hearing it from her wasn't enough. You needed proof from the man himself.

So without another word, you flee Family Video and make a beeline for hardware store next door where you know he's working. And you know you shouldn't bug him while he's working, but you just have to know if Robin's right.

The supposed unrequited love has been killing and knowing that you could have been together for months frustrates you to no end. The way you had both been so stubborn and convinced that you hated each other when it in fact has always been the opposite.

You storm into the hardware store where Eddie is checking out a customer, laughing at a joke the man's just made, but as soon as his eyes lock on yours, all the color drains from his face. What are you doing there and why are you so upset?

As soon as the customer flees the store and you're sure that the two of you are alone, you head over to the counter and go behind it so you and Eddie are face to face.

His eyes widen and he gulps as you grab him by his shirt. You're going to punch him, he's sure of it. And he supposes that he deserves it for the way he's treated you because he's been nothing but a dick to you when you've been a total sweetheart.

But you don't punch him. In fact, your lips are on his before he can even register what's happening, but he's quick to respond, his hands moving to rest on your arms. You're kissing him and it's not a dream this time. You're actually doing it and you seem to be enjoying it, having no intention of stopping anytime soon.

You pull away too quickly for Eddie's liking and he just wants to go in for more, kissing you until the both of you are breathless. But he can't. At least not at his place of work.

"I'm sorry," You apologize, bringing your fingers up to cover your mouth and you feel your cheeks flush in embarrassment.

"I'm not," Eddie replies, smiling wide. "In fact, you can do that whenever you want."

"Robin-Robin, um, told me that you have a crush on me," you tell him, all the confidence you had just a few moments ago quickly fading as what you've done finally setting in.

"I do," he nods. "I'm sorry. I should have told you."

"I'm no better," you shake your head. "I did the exact same thing. Listen, you can come over after work and we can finish what we started?"

"It's a date," he winks and watches you flee the store, heading down the sidewalk, surely going to tell Robin what just happened. As soon as you're gone, Eddie raises his fists in victory because after months of pining, he's finally gotten the girl.

[winstonsns]

hello!!! I was wondering if I could request a Dallas Winston x reader story based off of the song "she's a fool" by Lesley Gore. The song reminds me a lot of Sylvia and Dallas and so maybe the story can be based around how reader is a better gf than Sylvia and such. Hopefully this makes sense LOL

she’s a fool (request)

authors note: this was super fun to write so i hope you like it 💗

dally x reader

word count: 2.0k

warnings: cussing, slightly suggestive, joking threats

you and your boyfriend, dally, are in your kitchen, both of you sitting on the barstools made for the island. the two of you are talking when you decide to take some cherries out of the fridge, you wanted a little snack to satisfy your hunger.

as you get up from the stool and walk to the fridge, dally asks, “heard that new elvis movie’s out, you wanna come see it with me? it’d be jus’ the two of us.” giving you a certain look and winking at the end.

you blushed, rolling your eyes and stating, “i want to go but i’m gonna ask my parents first. don’t wanna make them worried when they don’t see me at home.” you open up the fridge and take the cherry bag out, turning around and taking a bowl out of the cupboard.

you then take some cherries out of the bag and head towards the sink, rinsing them. dally gives you a confused look, “what— why are you rinsing them?”

looking back at him, you answer, “i dunno, my mom always told me to rinse fruits and vegetables because you never know what kind of bugs can be on them. just tryin’ to stay safe.” your boyfriend finally understands your answer and shrugs it off.

once you were done rinsing them, you put them in a bowl and put it in front of you and dally. your dad then comes down the stairs and says, “almost late for work, honey. i’ll be back around… probably six.”

you nod, grabbing his lunch out of the fridge while he thanks you, you ask, “hey, dad, do you think i could go to the drive in with dally today? it’d probably be around… um…”

looking to your boyfriend for the answer, he looks back at you then to your dad, finishing, “oh, probably around seven or so. we’d be back around nine, i’m guessing. right, baby?”

you blush and look at him, nodding. you stand next to him while he’s sitting, your dad eyes him suspiciously. you put your arms around dally’s shoulder, your chest to his back as you look over his shoulder.

“please, dad? we’ll be safe, dally can protect me, you know him! so strong, so good at fighting and so amazing…” you look at dally, dropping your arm to his bicep, smiling at him sweetly as he eats a cherry, a wide grin on his face.

your dad sighs, “fine. you better keep her safe, winston. and you better not,” he paused, “and i mean better not do anything bad or inappropriate.” you tried to hold back a laugh, a smile evident on both you and your boyfriends faces. your dad made a serious face at you, crossing his arms.

you walked over to your dad and thanked him, “thank you dad! i think you should be heading to work now though, love you!” while you’re giving him a hug, he glares at dally, causing your boyfriend to put his hands up in a mocking surrendering pose.

when you let go of the hug, your dad replies, “love you, kid.” and walks out of the door, you walk behind him to lock the door. you then go back to dally, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and once again kissing him.

after pulling away, he looks at you with so much love in his eyes, anyone would know you are the only one he loves if someone saw him like this. he knows he loves you although it’s difficult for him to express it, he doesn’t directly voice it to you.

the two of you stay at your house for the next nine hours, consisting of you talking, sleeping or reading while he looks around your room. by the time it’s 6:30, the both of you decide to drive to the drive in.

when you get into the drivers seat and your boyfriend is in the passengers seat, he asks, “why ain’t i drivin’?” you chuckle, looking at him to see if he was serious.

you answer, “i love you, dal, but i am not lettin’ you drive my car.” he rolls his eyes as you begin to drive, “i’m a perfectly good driver, don’t know what you’re talkin’ ‘bout…” he mumbles.

you laugh, the only laugh he loves so much, the one he’d notice even if so many others were laughing at the same time. he grins, looking back at your concentrated face, focusing on the road.

when you both arrive at the drive in, you find a good place to park before getting out and sitting on the hood. dally sits next to you, you then hear a loud scream in your ear, causing you to lean towards your boyfriend and look to him for help as you scream back.

you look behind you to see two-bit laughing his ass off, a bottle of alcohol in his hands as you give him a pissed off look. your boyfriend laughs as your side is pressed into his, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and kissing your forehead.

“i’m gonna get us some snacks. you want anything?” you stated, asking your boyfriend too. he thought for a moment before responding, “just a coke, thanks doll.”

as you walk away, he grabs a cigarette from the box in hispocket, he got into the habit of avoiding smoking near you. he grabs a lighter from his pocket, lighting the cigarette and putting it in his mouth.

your boyfriend and two-bit are both talking when keith interrupts, “looks like you got company, dallas. you’re so fucked, i’ll be back when sylvia’s gone.”

dally groans, hearing sylvia’s voice behind him, “hey, dal, you wanna come back to my place after the movie’s done?” the nickname feels so wrong coming from her. he doesn’t even look at her, doesn’t turn around and focuses on the car, your car.

“get the fuck away, i have a girlfriend.” he responds, clearly agitated as he doesn’t want you to see him angry. he doesn’t look to see where you are, he knows you’ll be back soon.

she responds, “so? she doesn’t have to know…” as she puts her hand on his arm, he loses his temper.

“god, don’t you ever know when to fucking stop, sylvia? we broke up because you fucking cheated on me while i was in the cooler, man. there’s no way i could even be with you after that. you’re a piece of shit, you’re a bad person and you deserve nothing but the worst for the rest of your life. i have a girlfriend, she never treats me how you did. she’s way better than you, better than all the girls i’ve dated, and you can go cry about it to someone else for all i care. she treats me like she actually loves me, she treats me like she knows my fucking worth. she does more than you ever could, and she is the one i want. you can piss off, sylvia, you’re dead to me, you fucking get that?” he pauses, still angry as he sees tears in her eyes, “oh, now you’re crying, huh? maybe you should’ve thought first before cheating on me, before treated me like shit! get fucking lost.”

she runs away at the last sentence, dally rolling his eyes and leaning against the car, going back to smoking. two-bit walks back to him, asking, “damn, you do care about y/n. never heard you talk about her like that, is it true?”

your boyfriend stares at him, nodding slightly and taking the cigarette out of his mouth, “you tell anyone about this, i’ll cut your damn head off.” his friend chuckles at the threat, stating, “your girl’s back, put it out before she sees.” referring to the cigarette.

he drops it and puts it out with his heel, walking over to you and putting his arm around your shoulder, taking his soda out of your hands, thanking you.

the both of you sat down on the hood of your car, you scoot closer to him and give him a kiss on the cheek. he smiles at you, returning the favor except on your forehead.

as the movie plays, the soda cups begin to become less filled, the chip bags only being filled with crumbs. the silence of you and dally are occasionally interrupted with little comments about the movie.

once the movie is done, the two of you look at each other and smile. you grab his trash and walk to a trash can, him following you, for protection, he says. he then follows you back to the car, grabbing your hand and staying close to you.

the both of you get into the car, driving in the direction of your house. the drive there is filled with silence, dally looks at you, not being able to see your face well because of the dark. he places his hand on your thigh, looking out the window once you turn your head to him.

when you arrive at your house, you open the door to see your dad in the living room, sitting on the couch. he reads the newspaper and looks up, asking, “how was the movie, you two?”

you respond, “oh, it was good!” and summarize the whole movie for him, as he wasn’t planning to see it anytime soon.

you then look nervously at the ground, your boyfriend still behind you at the entrance, standing awkwardly. you ask, “hey, um, dad?”

he sighs, putting down his newspaper as you smile, “can dally stay over tonight? he’s already here and it would take him a while to get back to his own place…”

your dad sighs once again as your boyfriend is silent, “yeah. go to bed.” you exclaim and walk to your dad, hugging him and thanking him.

you then walk to your boyfriend, leading him upstairs as he grabs your hand once again. you notice and ask, “dal, you seem awfully close today, did something happen? i’m not complaining, just wondering.”

he looks at you, stating, “sylvia came up to me at the drive in. asked me if i wanted to go back to her place, i said no and told her i gotta girlfriend, that you’re way better than her and i’d never want her again, not even to save my life. told her to piss off.”

as the two of you walk into your bedroom and you close the door, you beam, “aww, that’s so cute, dal! thank you for telling her to piss off and stuff.”

“yeah, no problem, doll.” he replies, letting go of your hand for a brief moment to take his shirt off, changing his pants into more comfortable ones he had left at your house.

you walked into your bathroom, doing your nightly routine before changing into your pajamas. you pull the sheets down, curling up as you look at your boyfriend.

he smiles, scoffing and pulling down the sheets on the other side of the bed, laying down. you cuddle up next to him as he puts his arm around your waist in a protective manner.

“love you, dal… thanks for being the best boyfriend ever…” you mumble into his chest, falling asleep quickly after.

he pauses before kissing your forehead gently, your head on his chest. he realizes he wants to be cherished, to be loved, you make him feel that way. he can’t find a single flaw in you, and realizes he should treat you like he loves you. you are a better girlfriend than sylvia ever was, than all of his girlfriends combined. you make him feel like someone, make him feel like he has someone to live for.

“sweet dreams, baby.” he mumbles into your hair, falling asleep not long after. your dad quietly opens the door, light coming in as he saw you and your boyfriend cuddling.

he chuckles softly, closing the door and walking into his own bedroom, knowing you were truly loved by dallas winston.

[minecraftakis]

*+:｡.｡ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ | giyuu bf hcs!! pt.2

a/n: nao lets act like i didn’t disappear BUT ANYWAYS im gonna write some more hcs since this angst i had planned is taking way longer than i expected!! lmk who yall wanna see next or what yall see :3 (pt.1 here!)

pairing: giyuu tomioka x gn!reader

cw: doodoo, kinda short, fluff, sfw!, not proofread, blah blahh

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- giyuu as a bf! who asks for your hands to play with them, he’s the type to trace the creases on your palm, rub the back of your hand, and thumb at any scars or scratches you have. giyuu enjoys the feeling/or touching of things that soothe him.

- giyuu as a bf! never EVER hides your relationship, he’s private but he’s not secretive. like he’s not the type to be open about it just like thatt so somebody would have to literally ask him if he had a s/o to find out.

- giyuu as a bf! who gets very worried about your safety, especially if you’re in the demon slayer corp. he doesn’t doubt your strength but as someone that he deeply cares for, he wants to know that you are safe and well. this causes alot of issues and conflicts in the beginning of your relationship with him, but you eventually surpass this with time.

- giyuu as a bf! that only on a blue moon do the you and him ever get into disagreements and conflicts. it’s usually miscommunication, or a misunderstanding and a lot of times it’s cause of his pent up emotions that are very unpredictable. a lot of times you guys can talk about whatever’s bothering him or you, but when you can’t he gets really distant, and he usually gives you the silent treatment. he really only does this cause he doesn’t want to say something he’ll regret later, but you know that, so you’re not too worried!

- giyuu as a bf! writes and is always writing you poems or letters in his spare time. if you’re off on a mission he’ll send you long letters of anything that’s he’s been doing lately and how he’s waiting for your safe return.

- giyuu as a bf! lobes to cuddle. he is the most cuddle-bug of cuddle-bugs! he likes when you cradle him cause he can hide his face and sniff you, plus you can caress his big head and kiss his forehead. it could be in bed cuddling or just as you sit somewhere buttt he loves your warmth and the pressure of when ur on top of him, he says “dear, come here. get on top of me.” or he’ll just grab you and do it himself.

- giyuu as a bf! doesn’t get jealous a lot, but when he is he gets quiet. not like silent treatment, but he’ll get really questionative and start like interrogating you type… and by then you know he’s jealous so you’re super quick to reassure and comfort him. he’s like he’s like “what were you doing today..?” and then he’s like “who were you with today…?”

- giyuu as a bf! really likes when you play with his hair, he likes when you brush it and he really likes when you style it. you calm him a lot like that.

- giyuu as a bf! thinks that kisses are very special and intimate and he’s very certain with how and when he wants to kiss you. he’s not strict by any means but yk! he likes kissing your cheeks, anything around your neck and he loves kissing your shoulders and like that area. he goes crazy at your nape!! your hands,and your lips. he might be a man of a few words but he does so good at making you feel so very loved.

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a/n: highkey wanna write some freaky hcs now.. cause i’m in need of it but!! who knows!! lmk what yall think or if yall have some other hcs! >u<

[hkthatgffan]

Is there anything particular/specific from extra-canonical Gravity Falls tie-in media (Journal 3, Lost Legends, Book of Bill, Legend of the Gnome Gemulets, etc.) that you personally don't regard as canon yourself, or at the very least, wouldn't really mind seeing retconned by future tie-ins/follow-ups? Granted, even though the canon status of many of these tie-ins stands on shaky "take-it-or-leave-it" ground, I do wonder how much of their content would be either adopted, adapted, or straight-up retconned by a hypothetical sequel series if that were to ever someday be, and just how much fans would care/react to the adoption/rejection of such.

Really only one tbh...sorta; Don't Dimension It.

Should stress, I don't hate the concept of a Mabel dimension and all the Mabels we see in it. Heck, I just organized the Month of May-bel and many of the artists in it drew art from DDI specifically, as it was one of the week's themes! I love the story with all my heart. My problem lies with what the overall point of the story ended up being...

MABEL REDEMPTION!

It's a bit of an open secret that I despise how this was handled. This was back in 2018 when Mabel hate was really at its worst thanks to that one now deleted video and other crap like Jello's So this is GF video. Lost Legends was a chance to fix that and shut the Mabel haters up and give us a story that showed she is a good character and while flawed, not a horrible person. But I feel like instead of having that well written and planned resolution to this issue, Mabel just got thrown into a messy redemption tale that doesn't even make sense and just adds fuel to certain Mabel hater arguments.

This part especially angers me to this day...

I spent ages defending Mabel and trying to make it clear she was not the cause of Weirdmageddon and just a pawn in Bill's game and an unsuspecting one too, as she was the only Pines family member who did not willingly make a deal with Bill, knowing it was him. And yet here she is being made to take the blame and the one that gets all the hate. It bugged me then and still in a lot of ways does. I literally called Alex Hirsch out on it in the interview given I had always said I would if I ever had the chance to talk to him about it.

To Alex's credit, his answer was pretty good and from what I heard from Kiki-Kit too (back when I knew her for this and not for defaulting on commissions), this story was being worked on in the Summer of 2017, so back before even the viral hate video on Mabel was released. So, this was always more something Alex himself planned on making, rather than addressing a fan complaint. He doesn't even look at them which TBH, probably is a good idea for not just Mabel, lmao ;)

I mean, I cared more about this stuff when I was younger and more committed to the Mabel defense stuff. And while I still am now, I also nowadays don't really care too much about it like I used to then. Back then I'd be ready to throw hands with anyone hating on Mabel in the comments section and argue with them till they hit block. But these days I sorta just ignore posts about Mabel debating given it's not worth it. It's 2025, if fans still hate her, they're not being changed by me saying anything. I just make my views on it clear when I can and defend them as such. I'm not in the mood anymore to fight a war of words in a Reddit comments section IG reel...and not just cause I nowadays despise using Reddit and only just tolerate Instagram.

Thankfully most fans nowadays love Mabel again and many of those haters who made the problem worse have moved on. The popularity spike GF had brought in many new fans who understand Mabel better and are more committed to the battle. So, I sorta feel like a retired war vet when it comes to the Mabel debate, watching a new generation fighting to defend her. Maybe a stretch of an analogy there, but I'm glad about it honestly, as we sorta won in the end, but it still sucks all this happened and the way it was handled in Lost Legends.

If I was Alex, I would rewrite the story to have Mabel learn this a different way. Maybe through a Ford adventure and in turn, have Ford have a sort of redemption arc too and him and Mabel in a way make amends after the events of Weirdmageddon. I see a lot of fans debate that and I would've loved to see the two of them bond and work it out. I mean, many fans even at the time thought DDI would be a Ford and Mabel bonding story from a tweet Alex made in 2018 that seemed to hint that, myself included.

Vailskibum even made a video about it. Our hopes were high and in the end, that wasn't the case. Again, like I said, I love Don't Dimension It's concept with the Mabel dimension. I just dislike how Alex addressed Mabel's overall character flaw and how he went about fixing it.

It was too harsh and too much. And especially making her take the blame for Weirdmageddon was wrong IMO.

I've debated a lot about if I regard DDI as canon. I mean, it all but is, given Dipper gets his journal in it that he references in Journal 3, which is canon. So, IMO, the story more or less is canon. But as for the handling over her redemption arc, I don't as much see that as canon. Plus, as one code in the book says, LL is canonish, so it's not officially canon but also isn't either.

It's funny. I like Roadside Attraction, the most hated Gravity Falls episode, but I don't as much like Don't Dimension It, one of the most beloved Lost Legends stories. Weird how that that is, huh?

But I can also dislike it while still enjoying the good in it. And DDI, minus the Mabel redemption crap, is a solid story and a lovely technically final adventure that Mabel had that Summer.

[desired-fantasy-writings]

Dru Gru Romantic Headcanons

Requested by: Nobody Warnings: None Readers Gender: Gender Neutral Fanfic Type: Headcanons Fanfic Genre: Fluff Word Count: 869

A/N: I know Dru is a old man but gosh he's such a cutie I cant help but love this character- hear me out-

• Due to how Dru grew up with his father always reminding him of being a failure for every second of his life, he grew overly clingy to people who ever remotely liked him platonically or romantically. Was often left alone having no friends and all. He was homeschooled, so he did his own thing by himself as a kid since his father didn't allow anyone into the mansion without his say so. Let's just say his father was very distrusting with people, only person he could trust was Fritz.

• Dru is not really experienced in romance, but he does his best to learn how to be a perfect partner! Romantic encounters were always very rare for Dru, if you could even call them that… The so called few who were interested were only interested in money, you know, those type of toxic people. Those encounters still stick with Dru… often making him feel insecure and paranoid, since he gave his heart, mind, and soul to the people “interested” in him, seeing their interest in him as genuine.. He didn't read the room in time and got hurt in the end emotionally. Falls for people too quickly, an absolute hopeless romantic.

• Speaking of emotional, he's very emotional, more so then Gru who isn't really. Being emotional doesn't mean it's always a negative of course, but it definitely makes certain situations a bit more challenging for Dru.

• Persuading Dru romantically would be a challenge, since he's quite dense when it comes to love, and due to his past experiences with it as I explained - as friendly and sweet as he may seem, he keeps a lot of his true self tucked away, afraid of being hurt again, so I’ll be definitely a slow process before anything romantic would come about.

• Dru’s always down to be anyone's friend, but being romantically pursued or romantically seeking someone? Help the poor lad he doesn't know what to do or how to respond.

• Like he does with people he cares about, he also rubs his face against his lover…. way more often, and afterwards kisses. Continuous hugs, he’s needy and lonely. If his S/O isn't the physically affectionate type, well they better adapt. Dru’s a total cuddle bug. 100% his love language.

• Also gift giving too. He would go way overboard often. If he sees something his S/O likes he’ll look for anything else like it and buy it for them as a surprise. Always has treats he gives his S/O too making sure they're properly fed and loved. Being a gift giver Christmas and birthdays is his favourite times of the year.

• Dru started a tradition of dressing up as “evil” Santa and cause mischief around the neighbourhood for fun a week before Christmas. His nieces, mostly Edith, drag Dru’s S/O into their “festivities” causing mayham. Pretty innocent pranks and mischief.

• Dru may be considered a villan despite his villainous nature, but gosh he's so loving and protective. Pure and true and would never truly hurt anyone unless provoked to do so. Dru is just a thief with only some morals, well, close to morally grey but not really. If anyone hurt Dru’s family or S/O, though usually a coward, turns into a knight of shining armour. That's were his skills really come into play, usually holding himself back due to low confidence outside of that, he doesn't when it comes to protecting his loved ones.

• Still learning boundaries. If he has a not so physically affectionate partner, he can completely miss the boundaries quite a lot in the moment, oblivious to his partner's discomfort. Always profusely apologises after and making up for it by giving them space. He just can't help himself to be close to his S/O… he loves their touch.

• Same thing if his partner doesn't want to talk about something that's bothering them. Sometimes he can read the room of the tense vibes, so he often accidentally pressures his partner to share what's going on, not out of anything malicious he has good intentions even if it's not the best decision to choose at the moment, so communication is key for being in a relationship with Dru as he often misses social cues. Doesn't do it on purpose that's just how he is.

• If his S/O is sad, bothered, any uncomfy feeling, as Dru has done many times before, wallow in silence while eating ice cream in bed with them, or whatever his partner may like that's a comfort food for them.

• Supppperrr affectionate and sweet, very wholesome, obviously, also obnoxiously affectionate, but he always means well. Wants a family of his own one day. If his S/O doesn't he's fine with accepting that fact… yet it doesn't take away the fact that he’s a family man at heart, but would rather make his S/O happy if it meant not having one.

• Loves loves LOVES taking his S/O on dates. His favourites are when they're at the beach… or when they're doing a heist together as they're running for their lives with loads of loot with the help of minions. He sees it as a "romantic date” what a goober.

[thejakeformerlyknownasprince]

Animorphs and SIX

Hi there! Cates here! Unlike Bug/Sol, I have listened to SIX, and I unapologetically adore it. So I asked her if I could take a crack at the ask about an Animorphs/SIX fusion.

To me, the way to do a match up of SIX and Animorphs would be to match each Queen with a host. The whole point of SIX is that the queens’ stories/lives are reduced to “just one word in a stupid rhyme” “cause in history [they’re each] fixed as one of six and without [Henry VIII] they disappear.”

SIX interrogates the familiar way we’ve always told a certain story, basically forcing us as the audience to confront our own complicity in silencing these women by only seeing them through the lens of a powerful man. Catherine of Aragon is a bitter divorcee, Anne Boleyn is a homewrecker, Jane Seymour is an ideal wife and mother, Anne of Cleves is ugly, Catherine Howard is a sl€t, Catherine Parr is a caretaker. Their stories don’t matter. Their voices have been silenced. They aren’t allowed to say who they are, all that matters is the shell presented to the world. They are disenfranchised and largely powerless, and they’re entirely defined by the man who literally dictated if they lived or died. Sound like any characters we know?

For me, a quick pairing would go as follows:

Catherine of Aragon: Alloran. Life did NOT work out the way he planned. Has a strict moral code. Brought low from a position of power and fame. Stuck in his role for a loooonnngggg time.

Anne Boleyn: Eva. Seen as a means to an end by the Yeerks, is much cleverer and more politically savvy than they’re anticipating, refuses to apologize for who she is, calls the Yeerks on their hypocrisy and bullshit.

Jane Seymour: Taylor. Seemingly wants what’s being offered (power, community, wealth, safety), but it’s a mistake to view her as blindly devoted to the cause. She’s grabbing as much power as she can in a situation where she’s largely disenfranchised and overlooked. She may not always understand the Yeerk empire, but they’re the best game in town and she’s pouring herself into her work because at least they didn’t toss her aside.

Anne of Cleves: Jake. The marriage doesn’t last long, ultimately he ended up with all the power and advantages from the situation. It wasn’t pleasant for him, but he came out on top. And he outlives the Yeerk Empire.

Catherine Howard: Tom. He’s a naive teenager who gets dragged into an impossible situation because he has a crush. He’s passed from Yeerk to Yeerk, each one seemingly worse than the last. He dies young, never having a chance to give voice to his own story, a child whose childhood was stolen.

Catherine Parr: Karen. She’s dragged into things against her will, but her imprisonment is NOT her whole story. She’s not looking to make waves or overturn the status quo, but she has so much life to live beyond her brief period of enslavement to the Yeerks. No one is going to remember her, but she probably doesn’t care because she’s too busy living her life.

[uvonobu]

Bonolenov yapping:

Hi Phantom Troupe nation. I’ve been pretty annoyed with the fandom perception of Bonolenov (notably on tiktok) recently. I wanted to talk about it a bit. This is gonna be very unstructured I just wanted to get my thoughts out

So, people have this weird assumption that because of Bono’s appearance, he would act in “strange” ways. They think he’ll act like a freak, basically. When in canon, Bono is reserved, and wants to be perceived in a very specific way.

When Bono speaks, he does so meaningfully. Otherwise, he won’t say anything at all. His vocabulary is purposefully elegant; and he carries himself with grace in battle. His speech is very interesting when you consider the language he’s speaking is likely not his first one. He had to learn all these words and phrases so he could speak this way. I think about it a lot.

Likely, Bono feels the need to act and speak a certain way as to uphold his dead tribe’s honor. He clearly holds a lot of respect and pride for his tribe in the way he talks about them. They weren’t treated like people when they got taken off their own land and murdered; He would never want himself, and by extension his tribe, to be perceived as nothing again.

Because of this, he’s carful about the way others see him. This is probably another reason why we barley see him talk. WHICH IS WHY. HE WOULD NOT BEING GOING AROUND ACTING FOOLISH. No he is not chasing little kids around and making them cry for no reason. He will literally ONLY SPEAK if there’s a good reason, tell me why he would ever go out of his way to do some shit like that. He would not be harassing people, again, he has no reason to. He’s not “the gremlin character” just because of his appearance … plus kortopi is right there .. but you know what he is?

You know what he ACTUALLY is? HE IS POETIC. AND HE IS LOWKEY SASSY. THE FUCKING “Squashed to death, what a pity. But it’s rather appropriate for a bug, don’t you think?” HES SO FUCKING ICONIC AND YOUUUU PEOPLE DO NOT DESERVE HIM FOR HOW FUNNY HE COULD BE YOU JUST IGNORE ALL THE SASS HE GIVES OUT CAUSE YOU WANNA MAKE HIM STUPID SO BAD BUT HES INSANELY INTELLIGENT DID YOU PEOPLE EVEN WATCH THE SHOW

Sorry ik this is a weird thing to rant abt but I had to get this out cause I cannot stand how people treat him like a freak who’s just hisoka 2.0 HE IS QUITE LITERALLY THE OPPOSITE OF THAT . I cannot take this anymore y’all need to stop hating on my glorious goat they could never make me hate you Bono

[magicxc]

Call On Me

Pairings: Idris Elba x Black!Reader

Word Count: 1523

Warnings: Exhibitionism, Fellatio, Choking

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“C’mon angel, put it in all the way.”

“Idris, it wont fit and I’m not about to make it either.”

“Just let me help you push it in, you’re not doing it right.”

“No, cause then it’ll stretch.”

“It’s elastic, so it’ll snap back.”

“We’re still here daddy, I can just get another size as opposed to destroying this one.”

“I mean if you want your jeans to fit like sweatpants, then go for it.”

“You’re so dramatic, it simply doesn’t fit, and you’ll love me either way; sweat pants or not.”

“I mean yeah, of course but it’s drip or drown; and if you're gonna be with me, then you’ve got to be drippin.”

Sometimes it’s best to ignore him. God knows I love my boyfriend, but I can’t with the shit that comes out of his mouth. It’s like somebody teleported him back to 2017 and he’s readjusting to the present life. 

Albeit fashion is a big deal to Idris, I’ll give him that. But I, for one, value comfort over everything. It’s just one of those things we’ve come to meet in the middle about, though he’ll still try and rearrange my wardrobe if given the chance. 

“Idris, can you add this to the ‘maybe’ pile in the corner please?”

Taking the pants from me, he neatly hangs it up in the corner of the room, uttering how even tho my clothes aren’t dripping, he can be.

��Oh my goodness,” I laugh. “Really? Tell me you’re joking.”

“Now why would I do that mhmm? In fact I remember a time when stargazing in public was on both of our bucket lists.”

“Yes, in the car or under a moonlit beach not the damn mall,” I gushed. “Idris nothing about this says private.”

“Is that not the point of PUBLIC stargazing,” he enunciated.

Ahh yes, stargazing - an act in which one can observe the many stars of the galaxy sometimes as a hobby or sometimes for scientific research. Of course our star gazing meant something vastly different. Even though we didn’t need a telescope to see them, there was still that warm and fuzzy feeling when they did appear. 

You see Idris and I have a thing for code words. It’s used mostly when gossiping about people or situations. But recently it's become a fun new way for us to describe sexy times in front of others. 

How real would it be to blurt out amongst your friends that you just want to take your lover home and become one with the sheets? I’m sure they’d understand but I’m not tryna let people know every time I want my back blown out. So instead we came up with a way to state our intentions without having to dance around certain words. 

For example, Sunday dinners with the family goes something along the lines of 'do you want to go stargazing afterward?' Similarly to how it's socially acceptable to tell your loved ones that you and your partner are trying for a baby but not that their pussy turns into a mini day care every night; except our family hasn’t quite caught onto the the fact that neither of us so much as own a telescope; though I fear it’s only a matter of time until they do. 

I’m not as sexually daring as Idris but I refuse to punk out of this. He thinks that I’ll back out of stargazing simply because we’re in a public place where people can hear us? Let's be clear, I absolutely would, but the way my competitive nature is set up, I’ll stargaze with him. Shit, he better be ready to see the milky way too, cause I’ll be damned if I don’t make him cry for me. 

“You know what daddy, drop em,” I demanded, chin pointing toward his pants. “Gone ahead and give me something shiny to see.”

To say that he was shocked would be an understatement, bug eyed and eager as he runs his tongue across those juicy lips. He doesn’t let that falter him for long and makes quick work of the buckle of his pants. And my God if that action isn’t my personal little aphrodisiac. 

Knees hitting the floor, I watch in awe as his dick springs free, pre cum slowly dribbling from the tip. 

“You this wet already for me?” I tease. “Tell me exactly how you want it.”

“Use your mouth.”

“Nuh uh, use your words,” I insist. 

“Start by getting the tip nice and drenched for me angel,” Idris lamented. 

Inching closer to the head, I open my mouth and spit on it, watching intently as it trails down to the floor. 

“Now what?”

Smirking, he asks me to drain his balls entirely and I work on doing just that. 

Gathering the tip of his penis in my mouth,  I use the wetness to help me suction him. Cheeks hallowed and teeth tucked, I make sure to maximize on his sensitivity; tongue twirling around that mini slit lined at the head. 

His thighs quake ever so slightly, which only pushes me to suck in earnest, making sure to keep the tip nestled against my tongue. 

Fingers cradled behind me, I lock them together, opting instead for hands free head so I can really talk my shit once we’re done. 

Deciding it’s time to show some love to the rest of his lengthy member, I slow my ministrations and softly run my tongue along his shaft; tracing each thick and hardened vein - starstruck at Idris’ skin, a rich shade of chestnut. 

This part always gives me some trouble, but I’m willing to sacrifice a little comfort if it means I can hear him sing for me; and quite frankly he’s not doing enough of it. 

Bobbing my head steadily, it takes a minute for me to gain some traction, mouth now sliding along his dick with ease. His hips start a slow thrust and I bounce my head a little quicker, twisting from side to side as I do so. 

Finally, it’s drenched enough for me to take the entirety of him, stopping only when I reach the base of his shaft. His dick is properly lodged down my throat and I do everything I can to breathe through my nose, slight gagging noises making its way past my lips. 

As quiet as he tries to be, the harsh hissing that meets my ear encourages me to make quick work of him, bobbing in short, rapid successions, listening intently as his groans turn into quiet moans. 

Face planted against his coily pubes, they’re trimmed to perfection, the tropical notes of his coconut body wash lingering inside my nose. The deep, onyx color glistens with a mixture of precum and spit, similar to that of stars littered against the never ending black hole of space, as they softly tickle my cheeks.

Dislodging him completely to take a much needed breath, the cool air feels icy against my drool ridden chin. Tears brimmed at my eyes and pussy clenching against fabric, this dressing room is fixing to see way more than just changing of the clothes. 

“You wanna cum?” I taunted. “Make those pretty noises for me and I just might let you.”

Dick jumping in anticipation, I decide to head down south and give a little love to the overlooked - his ball sac. 

Slurping them in my mouth, I swish them around, mapping over the textured skin. His girthy member sits on my forehead, wet and dripping; adding to the soaked mess down under. 

I get a light hum in return and suction him to a the very fine line of pleasure and pain. A breathy moan follows and his hand soon finds itself planted at the root of my scalp. 

Thankfully he cant see the smirk that lines my lips and I give his balls a few more swirls before I set them free with a loud pop. 

“Haaaah”, is the desperate whine that I hear above me, but somehow I need more. 

Dick once again at the bottom of my throat I remove it until I get to the very tip and slam it back down again. 

“Just like that daddy, keep it up and I can make it real good for you.” 

*slurp*

“What’s my name? Huh? Let these bitches know who’s making you quiver like the slut you are.”

*slurp*

“C’mon and cum for me like I know you can, Idris.”

The fingers once tangled in my hair soon find themselves wrapped around my throat, squeezing me with just enough pressure to remind me how little control I actually have here. And while it was fun while it lasted, feminism doesn't exist with his hand around my neck. 

“Open wide for me angel.”

Tongue slithering past my teeth, I lay it flat for a full display, watching intently as he jerks himself to the finish line and in my mouth. 

He shouts his release, a little higher in pitch than I expected, chanting my name like the prayer it is. 

“Now close your mouth and swallow like I know you can,” he grunted. 

[password-door-lock]

“Boss,” you stammer, slamming the door to the intelligence room behind you. “Bossbossbossbossboss.” It comes out sounding like one very, very long word as you practically catapult yourself into Unknown's arms.

He didn't ask you to do that, but he doesn't particularly mind— it seems like you know your place at Magenta: on his lap, where he can keep an eye on you and stop you from wreaking whatever havoc you've got your heart set on at the moment. “What is it?” He asks, expecting more of the same nonsense that you always try to serve him in moments such as this one.

“Okay, so, as you know, you told me to go find something useful to do and leave you alone,” you recount, “Presumably because you're doing something so horrible that you don't even want me to see it, which says an awful lot, considering all the shit you've let me see already.” You're not entirely wrong there, but Unknown doesn't bother letting you know. You can press as much as you want, but he's never going to give you any more information than he sees fit.

“Yes,” Unknown agrees instead, nebulously allowing you to fill in the blanks for yourself. A month ago, he would have been certain that you'd make up some nonsense and be wrong about it, but he has learned that it's better not to underestimate you. His assistant is many things, but stupid is not one of them. Unobservant, perhaps. Dependent, of course. Annoying, even— but never stupid.

“Right,” you shake your head, before promptly nestling into his embrace as if you're seeking comfort. You're wildly misguided if you think you're going to get it from him— but, then, Unknown doesn't need to tell you that. “Well, anyway. So I thought, why don't I clean the water heater?”

“What water heater?” Unknown has never seen anything like that during his time at Magenta, and he's spent quite a while here.

“It's in the basement,” you wave him off, like it means nothing that you went down there without his permission. “There's this little door, and it's blocked with this cart thing, so I unblocked it, and then there's this tiny room with just this water heater that's like, well, you know, it heats water— anyway, it takes up half the room, and—”

“Did I tell you to go down there?” Unknown tightens his grip on you. If you'd been in the basement at the wrong time, you could have seen something much worse than what would have been on his screen had you stayed by his side. And the fact that you knew enough about the water heater to think of cleaning it suggests that you’ve been down there before and seen it already— he isn’t pleased with this development. Does he really have to keep an eye on you all the time to stop you from causing trouble?

“You said to be useful,” you counter, “And I was being useful.”

Unknown groans. “Then what's the matter?” He has no idea what you saw or who you ran into. The basement is not a pretty place, after all, and you’re quite timid, all things considered. If he wanted you to go down there, then he would have sent you himself. 

“I saw a bug!” You squeal, dramatic as always. “And it was terrifying. Comfort me.” 

It irks him that you think you get to give him orders, but nevertheless, Unknown heaves a sigh of relief. He can't believe he was ever actually that worried over his assistant— as if anyone in paradise would be enough of a fool to lay a hand on you. With the exception of the Savior, nobody around here would even think of trying something like that. And you wouldn't have stalled so long if anything had happened, anyway... you'd have called him to the scene immediately, and Unknown would have dealt with it on the spot. “That's it? You see bugs every day, prince(ss). I’m not going to coddle you every time.” 

“Yes, but this one was technically in my home,” you protest with a shudder, “So it’s at least five times scarier. And it was huge— I think it was some kind of cockroach or something.” 

“Hm.” Unknown considers this information. He doesn’t really follow, but he also doesn’t want to prolong this bug discussion any longer than he has to. It’s better if you just drop it and let him get back to work. 

“Anyway, it ran in front of the water heater as soon as I opened the door,” you complain, “I don’t know how the hell it got in there, or if there’s others, or anything like that—  I just slammed the door and blocked it again, and then ran back here as fast as I could to tell you that there's a bug by the water heater, which I did not clean. For your information.”

Unknown huffs. Honestly, he should have known better than to turn you loose in the first place. Even if he had explicitly told you to avoid the basement, you would have found a way down there anyway. You may be more clever than he originally gave you credit for, but that doesn’t seem to have much bearing on your listening skills, which have proven to be severely lacking.

“That's why we don't go sticking our nose where it doesn't belong,” he purrs, enjoying the way that you retreat entirely into his embrace, pressing your face against his chest. Yes, that's how it should be... you should depend on him, rely on him, revel in the feeling of his attention, his fingers in your hair or his lips against your ear. You should be his, wholly and completely, bending to his whims and changing your shape to fit inside of his grasp. That's the only way. “Just stay with me, assistant. I'll look after you, since you can't figure out how to do it yourself.” If your reaction to a single cockroach was so passionate, he can’t imagine what you would have done if you’d actually encountered something scary— but if he keeps you here, then neither one of you will ever have to find out. 

“Sure,” your soft concession feels like a victory. Unknown just hums in response, returning to his work as you continue to cling to him. He won’t comfort you, of course, but he will allow himself to give you this.

[imaginelovewrite]

A price for peace part two

The palace halls of elfhame are gilded in gold and crowned in silver, gemmed flowers decorate it. A crowd of courtiers murmur in the room. Their eyes bright. They look for fresh gossip, as the king of elfhame sits on his throne. He has summoned his youngest son.

Enough of a rarity that Courtiers wonder if he is here for punishment or a reward.

a pretty noble woman named Driclellewhose skin is pink as a petunia and whose eyes are bright with hunger whispersWhat do you think the prince is summoned for?

Conrad a nobleman who would be considered handsome by humans if not for his bug like eyes says Idon’t know. But I hear the princess of the undersea was summoned as well

another woman named Forstyhia with gills on her neck wearing a dress so see through you can see the hairs of her pussy chuckles. “that’s nothing, I heard the general’s ward was summoned”

Both Conrad and Dricielle gasp. “No!” They say at the same time

“Yes!” Forsythia says.

“You think the king will make her his whore?”

Conrad who had been hoping to make one of the general’s wards one of his mistresses has a dirty smile on his face. “I hope the king is fond of sharing.”

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The doors swing open Cardan’s POV

“Father.” I say bowing. The high king looks at me as if I’m garbage. I wonder if rolling my eyes would be considered treason. He does acknowledge me with a “son.” Though the words sound bitter and resentful coming from his lips.

My gaze goes to the blue haired Baphen. Who, to his credit has his eyes meet the floor. The astrologer is dressed in a purple robe of stars. The very same outfit he was said to wear when he ruined my life.

I continue to stare holes into the man, who seems to be sweating. A smirk enters my lips. Good. He should feel guilty for ruining my life. He didn’t interpret the full scope of the prophecy. And for that I have lived unloved and uncared the moment I was born.

Finally I turn my attention to father. “Why am I here?” I find myself relieved my voice sounds bored and uncaring. I am anything but. Father only summons me for revels, family feasts or punishment. And there is no revel or feasts right now. I can feel my heart thump against my chest.

High king Eldred gives a satisfied smirk. I want to rip that smirk off my father’s face.

The door swings open again.

I turn and see both Grand general Madoc and his ward Jude Duarte. The grand general is dressed in a red doublet and black pants. He is a large man with fangs. His eyes settle on me. I can feel his glare. But my attention is to the girl beside him.

Jude Duarte the ward of grand general Madoc. She is an exquisitely lovely girl whose willow brown hair soft brown eyes make her seem doll-like. Her shapely figure shows even in the modest white dress she wears. The noble men all look at her with lusts. But at a distance as the grand general is very protective of his ward. His sharp sword causes many of them to back away

I can’t stop looking at her however. I can feel my pants tighten, as I wonder what it would be like to rip that dress off her body. To feel her smooth skin against mine. I must be blatantly ogling her. Madoc’s blood lust can be felt a mile away, his sword is slightly unsheathe.

I know what the male courtiers are all thinking as Madoc’s attention focuses on me. That they’re glad they’re not me at the moment.

Jude keeps staring at me. There is a look of hate in her eyes. Not that I can blame her. Just yesterday I threw her down a river. I know she thinks the worse of me.

Madoc’s blood lust has gotten more volatile. I know for certain he is thinking of killing me right now.

Eldred watches this go on. A vein bulges in his head. I know what he’s thinking. He’s thinking my idiot son…. Good for nothing. But he coughs and our entire attention is on him. “We have one more quest.” He says, his voice booming down the halls.

There is a nervous titter among the courtiers. When the door opens again.

Nicasia the princess of the undersea. Orlaugh’s daughter is a great beauty in faerie. Her body exactly like what a faerie woman is, flat chested long limbs and coral pink lips. She gives Jude a haughty smile as she sees the get up Jude is wearing. Nicasia wears a dress so transparent it shows of her skin.

Jude’s hand shake. She knows her mortal body is very different from the bodies of fae. Her hands shake as the women give her cruel smiles. Their eyes judging at how her breast stand out even in this modest dress, how her curves still show.

But Jude must know, her body is provocative. That all fae men are attracted to her. They don’t bother to hide the lusts in their eyes after all.

Nicasia is looking at my father. And I know what she’s thinking “When I am queen I will have your head.” He hate is obvious. In fact I see father smirk. He must enjoy this. Enjoy having the princess in his power. When Nicasia turns to Madoc, there is so much anger and rage, I know she wants to kill him. Madoc however does not flinch.

Eldred his voice booming down the halls all looks at them. There is a magnanimous smile on his face. It puts the four of us summoned on edge. That type of smile on a king, usually meant punishment. Eldred’s eyes land on Jude. She visibly flinches. I see her hand shake.

It takes a while for me to understand. She’s terrified. Eldred’s lips curl into a smile. It takes me one second, one second longer than it should to realize his enjoying this. Father is enjoying this. Having Jude and everyone under his mercy.

Well since father hates me anyway, I wonder if I should punch him in the jaw.

Father’s eyes glitter with mirth. He loves having a beautiful girl on his mercy. A gnawing feeling hits me. What if Father wishes to make Jude his consort?” I shake my head at the thought. Surely Jude is too young for even father to stomach it. There is a grin on father’s face as he looks at me.

Son of a bitch. Now I will enjoy destroying that crown he loves so much. “Grand general Madoc, to honor you for your defeat of the undersea.” Nicasia cannot hide her rage and humiliation. She is trembling. There are a few snorts I hear from the gentry.

They hate Nicasia as they all hate the undersea. They love seeing her brought down. “You are to marry Princess Nicasia and Prince Cardan shall marry your ward Jude Duarte!”

[hyba]

The Black Hare Log #3

It's been a little while since I updated about this IF, and I do want to apologize for completely missing my intended Prologue release at end of November. It coincided with some health-related issues (for me and a family member), and I actually ended up missing a lot of other deadlines for the rest of the month, which I'm still trying to make up for, including certain other projects slated for February and March 2025 releases.

I know there are some lovely folks out there who were really looking forward to it, and I'm sorry to disappoint and delay! I can't tell you exactly when the Prologue will be out now, but I can say that if I do want to get it out sooner rather than later, it will be released in parts, route by route.

With that said, let's get into the latest update!

Current status:

The game has approx 38k words & 232 passages so far.

Still working on the Prologue!

Focusing on user experience (menu, help, save game, etc.).

Goals for end of month (Dec 2024):

Prepare the Prologue for a January release if possible.

The delay has put me in a bit of an awkward position. I'd hoped that I'd be able to have that prologue out for you to play while I focused on completing & releasing a couple of other projects in Feb/Mar 2025. I hope I can make at least 2 routes playable by Jan 2025, if I can find the time this month to test, debug, and polish it up.

Snippet:

"What's that supposed to mean?" you demand, confused. She groans and rubs her eyes. "I knew he wasn't one to settle down, you know? You can tell, with some people." She begins to pick her croissant apart with her fingers. "I thought I could believe him when he said he would. But I was naive." "How in the world did you come to that conclusion?" you ask, snorting in disbelief. "It takes two to tango. I had a… business partner a while back, and he tried to back out of our deal. Let me tell you, I had absolutely no problem laying him out. You have to make them feel their commitment." To your surprise, she chuckles. "I don't think I could lay him out, but boy, that would be nice, wouldn't it?" She tucks a fallen strand of dark hair behind her ear.

✦✧✦✧ Tag list open! ✦✧✦✧ Let me know if you’d like to be added, and I’ll tag you in any updates related to this wip. Or comment here to make sure I don't forget to add you!

New features!

Help Menu: I've added a Help menu in the side-bar of the game, and anytime you need more information or help with the story goals, routes, choice mechanics, hint mechanics, journal, and your profile, you can find all of that information there. I'm also hoping to add a Comment Box where you can send in questions or suggestions (or report bugs), though I'm not sure how to set that up yet. A girl can dream.

Profile: I've also added a Profile section in the side-bar, where you can always check out what your character's profile looks like, including their personality traits, skills, strengths, weaknesses, style/outfits, background, formative memories and events, and more!

I've also added more to the Journal, so you'll have quite a few items in there by the end of the prologue. I haven't quite figured out the wonky spacing issue yet, but I hope you'll bear with me even if it isn't perfect when the Prologue comes out.

As a final note, I just learned about Tweego, and the whole idea of it is still very confusing to me, so I'm just giving you a heads-up in case in the future me updating the game causes general chaos and loss of save games 😭 This is completely unfamiliar territory.

Other Dev Logs: 1 / 2 / 3 (you are here)

Tag List, as of this Dev Log's publication date: @ettawritesnstudies @real-fragments

[spiced-koi-friend]

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Ruze won't let up with the teasing, and it's making it rather difficult to get anything done. Gabriel hopes he means well, because he can't help but feel paranoid about all of this still. But you being here makes it better, at least a little bit.

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Assassin!Goldbullet x Politician!F!Reader, TW: none Words: 1738 | Rating: R | AO3

The rest of the day seems to go by without much of a hitch, although when he’s the threat that he’s supposed to be protecting you from, it’s more of a matter of self control than looking for sneaky assailants. The other guys are chill, although when he’s been placed as one of your personal bodyguards, it is a bit difficult to have much of a chance to talk with them. Ruze keeps elbowing him in the ribs and pushing him into you, Gabriel feeling real bad when he tumbled into you and you got a face full of titty. One minute you’re looking at the mayor’s tits through your sniper scope, the next you’re giving her an up close and personal view of your own. Some may say that’s a fair bargain, but Gabriel wanted to shove Ruze’s face into a brick wall for that.

He has no doubt that this is making it difficult for both of you to work when Ruze keeps pushing you together like dolls. But he’s gone through extensive anti-torture resilience training. Gabriel will not let something as simple as a bastard of a boss trying to get him alone with the mayor. Which, does Ruze work for Altare? Is he trying to give him an opportunity to take you out, and he’s just far too flustered to realize what he’s trying to do? Has he caught onto him and is trying to trap him in it so he can be taken out?

…

Ruze is rather proud of himself, crossing his arms as he grins and leans against the wall. Managed to get the two of you blushing and red once again. It’s turning into a bit of a game of how often he can fluster the two of you and make you personally as unproductive as possible.

“Hey! Back to work! This place won’t run itself, at least not with me nearly catching the two of you kissing all the time! Augh, making me third wheel is the worst. You guys are the worst.”

“Ruze, I sign your paycheques. Shut the actual fuck up.”

“How about this, I’ll go grab us some coffees, and the two of you will have to suffer the silence that comes with my lack of a presence. Remember to leave room for Elysium Jesus!”

Normally he’d not want to leave you alone with a new recruit, but there’s something about how Goldie has been acting that makes him rather protective of you. There’s just a certain way he holds himself, how even when Ruze gets close that he stands up a bit straighter. Normally he’d be one to put a bitch in their place for staring daggers at him, but the look of adoration he gives you when you’re the focus of his attention kind of gives it away. Ruze just figures that he’s your secret boyfriend and you just hadn’t told him yet. Until you confess, he’s just gonna continue to tease. 

He has absolutely no clue what Goldie likes in his coffee, but he’s been working for you long enough to know how to make yours while blinking and his hands tied behind his back. Not that he’s necessarily tried, but that’s not the point. Ruze does stop by Bettel’s desk, wanting a bit more dirt on Goldie to tease him about.

“Sup nerd.”

“Ruze, why do I sense you’ve been banished out here for causing problems?”

“Because you’ve been working here for basically the same amount of time that I’ve been. Little ol’ Betsy doesn’t want to look at this handsome mug?”

“You look better with your mask on.”

Ruze feigns offense, setting down the coffees to clutch his chest.

“My weakness! Being told I’m too pretty! Gotta keep my mask on to keep enough bitches for the rest of you.”

“It’d make my life easier, the last date I had was with the virtual assistant on my phone.”

“Bettel, buddy, you gotta get out. Go, I don’t know, lurk in a Taco Bell parking lot and just threaten someone with a knife until they go on a date with you. Or unleash bugs into their air vents when they say no.”

“That sounds like a good way to get arrested with a handful of felonies to boot. “

“Eh, I haven’t been arrested yet.”

Ruze cackles as he picks the coffees back up, incredibly amused by the look of horror on Bettel’s face. Never a dull day when there’s a clown in the lobby to entertain you. 

…

What did you do to deserve this treatment? Poor Gabriel keeps apologizing for Ruze pushing him into you at every chance he gets, even though you know damn well it’s Ruze. What is even worse, is that it’s not making your crush easier to get rid of, and that almost scares you as much as someone trying to kill you yesterday. Gabriel doesn’t even look at you once Ruze leaves the room, hiding beneath his hat and fiddling with his necklace.

“You know, I know that it’s Ruze. He has some, weird idea in his head thinking I like you or something weird like that. I mean- I do! I think you’re nice, and you seem passionate about your job. But he seems to think that there’s something more than that. Unfortunately I don’t have any better advice than just, endure him being a pill until he eventually gets bored of it. As soon as it stops being funny, he’ll just find something else. He’s probably just being a bit hard on you because you’re a closer assignment than the other boys. But you let me know if he’s picking on you, and I’ll give him an earful. Wouldn’t be the first time…”

“I’m okay, but I appreciate it. I’m a big boy, I can handle my own shit. If I couldn’t, well, I don’t think we’d be having this conversation, would we?”

“I suppose not. I just know he’s not everyone’s cup of tea, but he’s good at his job and he’s been keeping me safe for longer than I’ve been a mayor. Met back when I was still just campaigning, he volunteered himself for the position before I had even considered needing bodyguards. Honestly I wouldn’t be surprised if Bettel chose so many of you because he wanted more people to talk to during the day. I’m just glad he enjoys talking that much because he’s very efficient on the phone.”

“I’m not everyone’s cup of tea either, although I don’t think anyone is. If you were perfect for everyone, you wouldn’t have Altare running against you, right?”

“That bastard. He just laid off a bunch of people from one of his companies to get more money to finance his campaign. And don’t get me started on his mutt of a head bodyguard. Might as well have gotten an actual dog, he literally barked at me at a debate.”

Gabriel laughs, brightening up a bit.

“I take it that Ruze didn’t take kindly to that?”

“Oh he just barked right back. He is not above barking at people either, he just prefers to use a weapon to scare people off instead.”

“Honestly, I bet that was more entertaining than the debate itself.”

“It was a little amusing having to hold them back, as no one else was really on stage. There technically was the venue security, but I don’t think any of them were brave enough to get in between Axel and Ruze when they were nearly at each other's throats.”

“So should I bring a dog leash or popcorn to the next debate.”

“No one collars the great Crimzon Ruze.”

You hold your face in your hands, actually enjoying being able to talk to Gabriel without Ruze’s supervision. He sets your coffee down in front of you, laughing when you flip him off in repayment. Gabriel smells the coffee, making a face.

“Not like I poisoned it, Goldie. Just drink the damn coffee.”

“You can never be sure! I had someone poison a muffin once, couldn’t eat them for like a year and a half after that. I guess unless I made them myself, but I'd rather make other foods. Pan de mallorca is a good one, that can go with like, anything.”

“Ooh! If you make any, I’d love to try some.”

You tried not to seem too enthusiastic, but the raised eyebrow from Ruze makes you realize perhaps your eagerness was a bit obvious. But Gabriel just smiles at you, and you get a glance at his canines, looking a bit sharper than you were expecting. Certainly not a downside though. 

“Yeah! I’d totally love to bring some in. I can’t promise any time soon, but I’ll save you at least one the next time I make a batch.”

“Already planning your next date without me? No bread for your best bud Ruze?”

“It’s just bread, Ruze.”

“Bullshit! I once ate two packages of hawaiian rolls that were accidentally delivered to my door and I regret nothing. It is never “just bread”, it is the essence of life.”

“Alright Ruze, I’ll bring you some too.”

“FUCK YEAH!”

The three of you can’t help but laugh at Ruze’s excitement, shaking your head at his behavior.

“Be glad Gabriel likes you, he’s been here for less than a day and you’ve been nothing but a pill to him!”

“So… do I need to try harder?”

…

Ruze hands Gabriel his business card, making him adjust his grip on his coffee to read it.

“Elysium’s greatest bodyguard and your least favorite professional. Ask me about my bugs.”

Gabriel takes a second to read it again, just to verify that yes, it does in fact say that.

“And you, hand these out to people?”

“If they piss me off enough. I usually don’t have enough time to do solo work anymore after I started working for the princess over here.”

“Oi! You volunteered to protect me!”

“Yeah, sorry buddy. She already spilled your tragic backstory.”

“Damnit!”

His cackle is nearly contagious, but it doesn’t help the conflict in Gabriel’s chest. He wanted to make a comment when you were trying to get him to feel better about Ruze’s teasing, but there was still part of him that wished you did like him, because maybe he could actually justify his own crush. Maybe Ruze isn’t setting him up, but it honestly won’t make any of this feel any less painful.

You just had to have that goddamn pretty face.

[mygloviesme]

cool about it. || myg

no. 4: get out of my head about it

predebut/debut!yoongi x female idol

summary: kanako is an established idol with a growing career and a secret relationship with a producer from her label, haneul. when she’s asked to work with yoongi and rm to create a track for her, she gains unexpected feelings for a certain upcoming rapper. with her increasing fame, her controlling boyfriend, a set of six boys who seem to have grown an attachment to her, and a new boy who’d give her the world, how will she figure out a way to balance it all?

(definitely inspired by boygenius)

word count: 2.6k

genre: ANGST, friends(?) to lovers, slow burn, lots of pining

chapter warnings: toxic relationship (not w/myg), mentions of mental health, grooming (not w/myg), age gap relationship (not w/myg)

inspo song: the bug collector song by haley heynderickx

JANUARY 30th, 2012, 9:14PM

I slump into my bed, my body aching with how much I’ve had to perform and rehearse this week. And I’ll have to persevere through much more. It’s been a great way to distract myself from the breakup, though. If I busy myself with all of these responsibilities then I won’t have any time to think about how me and Haneul have broken up. 

Until night falls, that is. When I come home at the end of the day and lie awake for a good hour more than I should, thinking of everything that I did wrong. Everything that went wrong. The bruise on my wrist hit its peak mid-week, having to lie to my makeup artists, saying it was an accident and to please cover it up. But it’s grown fainter, little by little. One zoom in though, would cause a domino effect of theories with my fans. 

They’re all oblivious to my ex-relationship, given all the times he publicly humiliated me in front of pedestrians and workers. You would think something would have ricocheted and sent my career plummeting at this point, but I could really only thank God I’m still surviving. Or, my long list of events I have to attend this week that make a good distraction for them as well as me. 

Haneul didn’t send one message after our call last week. In fact, he’s blocked me everywhere I could ever contact him. I know that because of my pathetic begging for him to take me back on messages, the hard-hitting red words flashing underneath my message soon after. This message is unable to be sent. It’s so stupid, I know. All he did to me and more, and I still need him back. I haven’t known anything else besides Haneul. He’s my guidance, my angel, my counselor. But to him I’m merely a disobedient dog he likes to cage when need be. He likes seeing me with my head down and my hands by my sides, waiting eagerly for his orders. He liked pointing out everything I did wrong when I finally thought I did something right. He would twist me up in a jumbled-knotted mess and expect me to untangle myself. 

I feel so starved at this moment. The Seoul lights have dimmed from my blackout curtains, the noise of the cars and drunk pedestrians is lackluster. I feel no motivation to continue my success. How can someone like him do this much to me? If only people could see through my  facade and see me crying for help. I’ll never have the strength to do it myself. Even when my fingers are grazing my phone, wanting to click that number that I know belongs to Jungkook, I don’t do it. I just feel like a burden, like a nuisance.

It’s okay to do this all by myself. That’s how it’s been, hasn’t it? It doesn’t have to change. Spare others from seeing the real you, the one who accepts this fucked-up love you think you deserve. It’ll only scare them away to see how rotten you are inside. 

You’re sick, you’re sick, you’re sick. 

JANUARY 31ST, 2012, 7:25AM

In an attempt to escape my brain I take an early morning stroll beside the Han River. With a beanie and glasses and a face mask, of course. There are people on bikes, runners, some with dogs on a leash, just enjoying the crisp winter air. I don’t have many events to attend today, just two interviews and a few promotional videos to make. It’s an awfully quiet morning which most of the time I would consider a nightmare, simply because I get bombarded with my pessimistic thoughts. 

But this morning is different, the quiet is singing and humming. My heart feels heavy but the frozen river is truly a sight to see, so like a warm hand picking up my falling soul,  it holds me carefully. Just like how my mother would when we would visit this same river.  I remember coming back here after she passed, wondering why everything looked the exact same. Why did nothing change? Why isn’t the earth cracking in two, with melting lava burning into the trees and grass? Why isn’t the whole country breaking in a frenzy, running away from this wretched city like there’s been a national alarm set off? I’ve always had a complicated relationship with this place after she died. 

I felt like a ghost floating around, spooking the wayfarers, dogs, the plants. My eyebags had sunken into place and my fingers were defected and dry. Everything was meaningless, pointless. 

Why did I ever choose to come back to the industry?

��Hey.” I hear, looking to my right. My eyes browse to hear where it came, soon seeing a familiar, tall body. I take my glasses off and see him fully, Namjoon. He has one foot on his bike to balance himself, both hands resting on the handle bars. 

“I thought it was you.” He speaks rather quietly.

I nod and give a half-assed smile. It’s no offense to him, I’m just really not feeling like talking right now. I move my hands in my pockets and part them almost sarcastically, “The one and only.” I try to chuckle. I need to try harder.

I look him up and down, seeing him in sweat shorts, high socks and a coat. “Isn't it too cold to be wearing shorts?” I tease him. He shrugs, “The coat balances everything out.” 

Now that’s girl math. 

The quietude envelops the both of us, and we both seem to look over to the river. He doesn’t look at me as he speaks again, “I was hoping you’d stop by again. I mean, all of us hoped.” He says. Our eyes continue to lock afar and I take a small breath. It’s validating to hear him say that, to think that. It opens a door that I want to enter but I’m too scared to. Genuine friendship. There are so many things that could go wrong, but they make me feel safe. Being in that small room, the borrowed clothes, the yogurt. I seem to get caught up in the small motions. I need to slow down. 

“I didn’t think I made much of an impression.” I say honestly. I barely spoke to any of them, why did they want me back?

“Well, we just like your company. We’ve been together in that dorm for a while and it was nice to have someone new.” His head turns to me, and I stare into the frozen body of water. I feel his eyes glaze over my profile, kindly. It’s odd to be looked at this way, like I’m being admired. In a way where there’s no ill intention. Just curiosity. I bite my tongue to stop myself from saying something of substance, instead trailing my eyes back down to my shoes. 

“I’m just, uh, really busy. I’ll let you know when I can.” I say, giving him a smile and wave before turning on my heels and walking away. I put my glasses back on and bite the inside of my cheek, attempting to postpone the tears I feel crawling out of me. Rejection, rejection, rejection. It’s something I don’t do often, but when it happens, it’s never the right thing. I can never accept what’s good for me, only what’s wrong. My morals are screwed and so is my future, I know it. 

I’ve been bound to this deep insecurity for what feels like decades, and the shackles are growing on me. The comfort and security of being six feet under my own personality is more digestible than something I haven’t known in a while, happiness. 

Maybe I’ll just sink lower into my subconscious this time. If someone who knew me, truly, didn’t want me anymore, who would? Everything is so surface level, dinner, games, playful glances. I need to retract from everything that shows an ounce of myself from now. 

Happy, young Kanako. Excited to be here, Kanako. Everyone’s little sister, Kanako. 

Just nothing now. No more of this anymore. I don’t exist off screen. Don’t call me, don’t text me, don’t think of me. I don’t think I can handle it. 

FEBRUARY 10TH, 2012, 11:00AM

After a while of working, sleeping, working, sleeping I now sit in a conference room in the BigHit building. There’s publicists, lawyers, staff, and Bang-PD sitting at the very end of the long table, playing with his steel ink pen. I sit right at the other end as the table stays idle in utter silence. 

I’m not sure why I’ve been called to this meeting, but something stirs inside me. A windstorm, a growing tsunami. Bang hasn’t looked at me once. 

He clears his throat, “There has been something that’s come to our attention, Kanako. Two things.” He says. Everyone takes quick glimpses at me nervously, like they’re about to face the deconstructing of Kanako Fujishima. I nod slowly at him but he keeps his head down. He flips through his binder for a while until he reaches a glossy, zoomed in photo. He turns it over and places his finger under his chin, propping his elbow on the table. 

“Is this you?” He asks, pointing at the photo. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

It’s me in one of the halls of this very building. One with Haneul’s tongue down my throat. The photo isn’t of great quality, but that’s me. In front of the studio room. 

“And is that Haneul?” He follows. 

My breath shakes and I gulp quietly, my hand trailing to my mouth. There’s tears. Oh God, there’s tears. They’re running down my face like a landslide. I’m getting overly emotional in front of these very professional people. It’s painful seeing me in the photo in such a compromising position. But it’s me and it’s him. “Kanako-” he starts. 

“It’s me. It’s me and Haneul.” I word vomit, the letters of my sentence feeling like they’ve pooled the table. I tuck my hands between my thighs and look down. The buttoned-up witnesses stay quiet and watch me as I unravel. 

“Kanako…this is…” Bang whispers. 

I nod quickly, “Yes, yes I know. It was a mistake but it’s over between us. I know I’ve compromised my career and I’m so sorry.” I choke out. The man across from me sets down his hand and sighs. 

“You’re right, this is a huge risk. But…that’s not necessarily what’s at hand.” He says lowly. 

I tuck my hair behind my ear and move my head slowly, meeting his eyes. There’s a small string snot that dribbles down, embarrassingly. I wipe it off and sniffle. “What do you mean?” I ask. 

He clasps his hands together and interlaces them, “We spoke to Haneul. He said he started dating you when you were 17. Which would be illegal if…” He motions his hand, not finishing the painful sentence. I swallow, nodding slowly. “It’s my fault. I initiated it first. I take all of the blame, I promise.” I whisper again. Pd-nim shakes his head. 

“You aren’t at fault, Kanako. He was the…adult. He should’ve known better. The question is, are you wanting to..” He coughs and adjusts his papers out of what I assume to be nervousness. 

“-Press charges?” He concludes.  I perk my head in confusion. Press charges? What, like he took advantage of me? Like he should go to prison? I’m not that young and naive. I knew what I was doing. I knew full well.

“No, no. That’s not what I want at all. At all. He didn’t do anything wrong, it was me. I seduced him, I'm the one that wanted this.” I plead. I see a woman in the corner of my eye adjust her glasses. She leans towards me, “Kanako, we need you to know that what he did wasn’t right. You…do know that, right?” Her eyes follow down to my wrist that’s still wrapped with the faintest purple. But it’s there, and she recognizes it. I tuck my hand beneath the table once again. 

I look her in the eyes, “I don’t think he did anything wrong. It would just be pointless drama if I pressed charges. Nothing happened. It was dumb, and I apologize.” I finalize. It seems the table succumbs to my words. The woman gives me a vague smile and leans back into her chair. 

“One other thing, Kanako.” Bang-PD speaks. “We’ve decided to let Haneul go. We thought what he did did not align with our beliefs and core values here at BigHit. For your safety and the safety of other trainees, we made the decision earlier this morning.” He says. 

My ears ring. My head spins. I blink slowly and stare at my hands, “Other trainees?” I say in one breath. I look to the table of staff, seeing some look at me with pity, others staring off. This is…

Bang writes something down on his paper and clicks his pen, setting it down. 

“There were other girls who admitted that he had been involved with them as well. I know it’s hard to hear Kanako, but I assure you…” He continues, but it’s all cloudy. I shut my eyes in an attempt to ward off the thoughts that circle in my head like a rainstorm. I feel I’ve been caught in a forest fire but I don’t want to leave. I want to go down with this ship, I want to be a brave soldier and die valiantly. I want to be here, right where he left me. 

There were others. There were others. There were others. Girls. 

“H-How young?” I mutter. 

PD-nim purses his lips, “I’m unsure if that's necessary for you to know that.” 

I shake my head and laugh quietly, manically. “How young were the others?”

“The youngest was fifteen.” 

His words pierce through me. I’m at fault, I’m sure of it. This suddenly became something bigger than me, and I could’ve stopped it. I was a coward, how could I want him back? How did I not know? How could I be so stupid?

“I’m so stupid.” I speak aloud, unknowing of it. I feel a hand on my arm and it’s the woman with glasses. Her touch is warm even if the tips of her fingers are cold. This touch is caring, it isn’t taking advantage of me. It’s like she’s consoling a child. Like she’s ready to take me in her arms and tuck me into bed. The table seems speechless, like they have been this entire time. My tears pool onto my lap like a deep river, reminding me of the body of water I was at just a while ago, not knowing then that my world could get worse than it already was. I’m alone again, all alone. Nobody is here, not even this woman with her soothing caress or Bang-PD who looks at me like I’m a wounded fawn.

And finally, I succumb to this childish feeling. At last I let myself mourn my innocence and my long-lasting maturity I’d been thrown to after my mother died. I’ve painted a picture for myself, I’ve made my bed and now all I want to do is lie in it. I want to learn what it is to be young and carefree. I want to break free from the iron bars of being a child that’s mentally years beyond her age. 

I place my hand on the woman’s, looking up to Bang-PD. 

“I think I just need…help.” 

His expression softens, “That can be arranged.” 

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[tommybowefuneralattendee]

Hey there

any advice for someone who's writing their first fan fic (me)

totally! lemme give you some quick tippies and if you have any specific problem you want my perspective on, let me know! i decided that five was a good round number, but i'm sure i have more to say if you need me to scare something up~

remember that you are doing this for fun. if it sucks, hit the bricks. leaving a wip half done and saving it for a you that actually loves the story can sometimes help a lot. there are times when you need to push through the difficulties of writing, but if it is genuinely causing you distress, maybe we should consider taking a lil break with another project.

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remember that you are doing this for free. you do not owe a certain quality or quantity or consistency of posting to anyone, and if someone makes you feel like you do, that's a them problem and not a you problem. publish whatever word count, or number of chapters, or fragments of plot that you want to upload. fanfiction is, for the most part, free. do whatever the fuck you want forever.

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if there is a scene that you are writing an entire fic for, try writing the scene first. oftentimes i find i build things up and up and up in my head and so i have to write these 10k words of build up, i have to have more scene exposition, when sincerely, you might find if you get right into it that the scene is capable of standing alone, and even if such is not the case, now you have a scene written here that illustrates the point of the piece, if that makes sense.

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if something you desperately want to write feels out of character, try changing the language around the action. like say- maybe it seems like this character wouldn't lie to their spouse about something important- what's their reasoning for it? how would they rationalize that action to themself? if you have actions you want to be completed, assume that the character is already doing what you want. you just have to let the reader know why.

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the voice is never quite going to sound right. the perspective is always going to feel a little off. that's not a bug of your writing, that is a feature. that is the little bit of you that you are putting in your story, turns of phrase that people only use in your area, potential perspective that the pov might not have but you do, incorporating that is part of the art of fanfiction. we are all creating something new from a previously completed tapestry. all of the pieces are going to be different. this is a feature. this is your contribution to the culture of fandom. don't make it any less than yourself

[the-firebird69]

There's a lot of things happening other things in addition there was a war last night and an outcome and the warlock took over more basis they were after 2000 and they had taken 1,000 more and five large bases on top it also took about 120 ground base lasers and it's about 350 in the West and they are towing around with using them and I've noticed that people were using them and on them and they're screaming it when they're approaching but we do see that they are going to be motivated today ever going to figure out that they're full of crap and saying our son was doing anything

-the second thing that happened the bunkers in the west were being attacked massive armies of the warlock we're striking and they found out that they are being attacked by the pseudo empire but this particular division was going after Trump that it looks like cork and the mutated into corky and they're blaming him for the attack and it is a horrendous thing it caused a lot of bloodshed and they're very pissed off

-another thing is Stan is giving our son a hard time and she might be falling down our son says because nobody can get anything done here it's true too and but it's still happening and this place is a nightmare already and he wanted to work that doesn't have to be done and it's an invasion of his privacy we look at it that way and we are going to counter we told him not to do it if you didn't have to but our son says until it's getting old and there was a better way to say it but someone else is having them do it and it's a real annoying process and they do it with other stuff and Stan just became aware of it a few minutes ago it's probably Mac but it really is the max doing it in their massively abusive and our sense is just let it break and stay out of my life they gave me some money I don't have to put up with your dog s*** otherwise we're going to be coming at you is huge armies so you don't care about. And yeah you have retards in your frontal lobe there's tons of them what's going on now is there still finding JC and Mary computers and the clans and figuring out some of these people are alive and kicking their ass and they're a bunch of jackasses about it but there's going to be a big fight and they'll probably get their asses handed to them they don't fight very well they talk a lot it's coming up shortly

-along with the bases and the laser bases the bunkers. And the bunker systems fell in certain areas in South America from the Amazon down we mentioned that they had only 10% left and well that 10% is gone and they are clearing area in other words they had supporting areas and forcing the pseudo empire out and it's a huge Exodus as a heading north probably to the United States and they can still get in and they're moving out and it's going to be huge and they are holding on to certain areas just like the max and another group is moving out out of the Amazon those bunkers all fell and they're not doing very well and they're going to be taking and retrofitted they're at them right now trying to pull stuff out there's a lot of junk in there a lot of bugs and dead people it's gross. And the Brazil and a surrounding are still intact and still fighting and will fall tonight. It's the only area left in South America. Other areas are still there only one fell and that would be Northwest America and that's huge our son says because there's a big Depot there or two actually for fuel and it's out and the warlock are taking it over is actually a big deal because they won't be able to run there spaceships over there as much and there are several things like that happening they had five refineries and feeling deposed and that's the pseudo empire and they lost for

-are there a couple other things that were happens there's a big war over the bunkers several of them are still intact except the ones we mentioned but they took a beating and areas of Georgia and Alabama are still at what they were yesterday and they kept Manning them and bringing more in now the upper Midwest this weekend and the Midwest this weekend really they don't have much time in there they're going to be gone today or tonight and out for New England a week and a little but they had to send troops tons of them and doing this weekend but it's going to go like this fairly soon they're going to fall and then we'll take over and those things are the balls and they're going to engage the empire and they will have a lot of problems and they're going to be looking for stuff and they're going to ass beat from both ends the pseudo empire is still around so they started this war with them and they're going to areas where they went to because they know they'll come back and they're having fights big ones and it's been going on but now it's a war and we're going to take territory some in South America today a whole lot in Africa tons of area is going to come available and out of this war and it is going to be huge huge sectors giant giant areas okay areas like a hundred by 300 MI and there's not much top side but below those big bunkers and they're going to be fighting over them and they're not going to be re-establishing and we are going to take over and that's going to be most of the bunkers down there this would be hell of a war there's been a war now but this is going to be gigantic the pseudo empire is pretty big and they hire mercenaries locals and they hire them for a lot of money and they're going to be fighting too it's going to be a huge Force and the morlok gearing up and they're both going to wipe each other out and the furnace will take some but not much they usually don't. And they think it will fight their battles for them they're going to be at the empire. And they're going to look at I really hear what they're talking about

-massive numbers of people are evacuating Africa and mostly from the Congo South and that's the area that's going to be a huge war zone and that would be anything near these bunkers so pretty little alerts out there now

Thor Freya

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[dragonciphering]

Okay so I’ve been having brain rot over MP100 ageswap!au but with Reigen and Mogami as friends. Here’s some of my headcannons so far.

Reigen has known Mogami sense he was 5yrs and can kinda sense his aura. But thinks that he’s just associating certain smells/colors with him.

Mogami’s aura feels more ‘friendly’ or ‘not as dangerous’ to Reigen then it might for others. (This fic describes how I would imagine Mogami’s aura)

Reigen either knows that Mogami is a psychic or is told by Mogami that he is one and they figure out/test out his abilities together.

The first time that Mogami astral-projects it gives Reigen a heart attack. And that causes Reigen to repeatedly poke his deadweight body with a stick ‘As revenge.’ until Mogami can find his way back into his body.

Mogami despite being a spirit (he’s not dead, but his spirit is out of his body) whacks him upside the head for that.

‘Hey! I’ll have you know that my reaction was justified! The way your body just….ragdolled was freaky’

‘So you poked my body multiple times without knowing what might of happened?’

‘Would you rather I had tried to get you to respond by pouring water on you or something?’

‘…I should’ve hit you harder…’

I love the idea of Ritsu, a grown ass adult, having beef with Reigen….But can you imagine the hilarity of Mogami having beef with Teru?

Like the first time they meet Teru, Mogami immediately tries to either exercise or de-curse him because:

‘There is no way in hell that someone made a conscious decision to wear that. I refuse to believe it.’ 

Reigen doesn’t try to stop him. He’s too busy trying to get his eyes to work again from seeing, in his words,

‘The ugliest, biggest, and most hurtful fashion disaster since Cat in the Hat, Barney and Chuck E Cheeze.’

Teru is frozen. He sheds a single tear while his remaining pride is verbally demolished by two 14 year olds. Shou, Dimple, and Tome can be heard cackling in the background. Even Ritsu let’s out a laugh.

‘Like your one to laugh Ritsu—”

‘What did you just say to me you child!?’

Ritsu had to be stopped from throwing hands by Dimple. Shou and Tome were to busy wheezing on the floor to do anything, while Teri was still having a crisis.

Mogami knows a lot of oddly terrifying knowledge about birds and bugs. No one know where he gets this information.

Reigen likes asking him questions/listening to him talking about them because it’s one one of the few times that he is the listener, but also because it’s only of the few times that Mogami outwardly looks genuinely passionate and happy.

They both have influenced each other’s mannerisms.

Mogami’s one is when he’s exasperated he copy’s Reigen hand gesture and does this. Or this.

Reigen’s one is his deadpan stare/unaffected look that he is almost always seen having on his face. Except when, y’know, he doesn’t.

Reigen still is unbeatable at rock, paper, scissors. And yes, Mogami will die mad about that. It one of the few things that he will put aside his grudges against someone for.

‘Listen up Teruki Hanazawa, because I will only say this once. DO. NOT. CHALLENGE. ARATAKA. TO. A. ROCK, PAPER, SCISSORS. GAME.’

‘Wha—’

‘I am only telling you this for your own sake….and so you can’t say I didn’t warn you.’

Mogami then walked away without saying anything else with a murder of crows deciding that, that specific moment was the time to caw ominously. And leaving a confused and slightly terrified Teru behind.

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