#this is mostly everything I screamed to the discord about but it's better in a lot of ways

[franki-lew-yo]

ALL my feelings towards Friendship is Magic could be so easily summed up as:

" -Twilight Sparkle should never have become an alicorn princess in season 3 of a series with 9 seasons - ''

She should have always had it in the books to eventually become an alicorn, but her becoming one in season 3 is where literally all (my own) problems with the show stem from and almost all of those problems are about the show in execution, NOT in theory. 

Everything about later seasons Friendship is Magic’s writing reeks of the writers trying to make their ideas, fan ideas, and Hasbro’s ideas work all at the same time with so little time. They were told to make Equestria Girls, Princess Twilight, Flurry Heart and the movie “work” while also juggling writing in Starlight and her whole arc (and the characters attached, like Sunburst), the CMC getting their cutie marks, the reformed changelings, griffons and dragons, their Starswirl the Bearded stuff; WHILE ALSO making sure Discord and the Princesses (mostly Luna) and the ‘fan fav’ characters worked on their own and come together.

In my opinion, it just didn’t.

There was always too much going on with little to no time to breathe or appreciate the characters -how far they’ve come, how much further they have to go- at all. And it made later bit of lore and characters feel frustrating. It made potentially great characters deeply unlikable. Starlight and Discord are the biggest victims.

I want to like them. I really do. I can’t though because Starlight is not only a ‘madeawittlemistake’(aka ran a cult)-villain redemption, BUT she has to share her stories with the main six. They underdeveloped her while also trying to make her important and it just made me dislike Starlight and Twilight so much. It made me get mad at Starlight for being in the way of a Twilight episode, it made me wanna scream at Twilight for getting in the way of what should be Starlight’s time to shine!

Discord now had to share his ‘redeemed baddie’ spotlight with Starlight and others meant he had no time for his development which, when it was done* (ALL of Season 4) was abysmally fast, badly paced and in my view insulting. It made Discord, even in episodes where he had a point to be there, feel useless because fundamentally was overall. Season 4 assassinated Discord’s character to me and I didn’t remotely like him. For years I thought I just didn’t like FiM simply because the show and the fandom clearly preferred Fluttercord to Dislestia and I was just butthurt. Which, to be clear, I am. My mega revelation regarding this show was realizing that, no- what I hated wasn’t Fluttercord, it was Discord himself. How he was being handled, how he was written from s4 onward (ALL THE EPISODES WHERE HE’S YANDRE TO FLUTTERSHY SHOULD HAVE BEEN BEFORE HIS BETRAYAL. ALL OF THEM. NO YOU WILL NOT CHANGE MY MIND IT’S FINAL) pissed me off so much as a person who really loved his potential character in season 2 and 3. Discord and Fluttershy being besties and possibly more could and should have been adorable...but it wasn't because the Discord we got was a horrid character. Fluttershy deserves better.

I know you guys don’t wanna hear this same old worn-out critique about FiM, but I’m sorry I have to agree: when they weren’t being crowbarred into stuff that didn’t need their stories, Starlight and Discord were both forgiven -by the show- WAAY too soon. The problem wasn’t that they had redemption arcs and/or that other characters didn’t. The problem was their redemptions were badly done. The show didn’t treat them like they had been redeemed from something hurtful, it acted like they had never done anything wrong. And that was bad because it made it so, when the three baddies at the end of the series were officially crowned "irredeemable", the show felt biased. It felt mean spirited towards Tirek, Chrysalis and Cozy when their end should have actually felt fitting and funny. It’s not about ‘morals’ or ‘punishing’ fictional cartoon horses voiced by John DeLancie for warcrimes or whatever tf Lily Orchard goes on about-- it’s about how the show FELT LIKE IT FAVORED some characters more than others. That was a thing that I loved Friendship is Magic for not doing in seasons 1-3, what made it and it’s character’s endearing and wholesome to me, and it’s why the handling of the main cast in later seasons felt so mean.

But to get back to the alicorn in the room; Twilight could have graduated or something for season 3 and then the whole show could build up to her actually outdoing Starswirl’s wrongs as she does in the pony of shadows plot. THAT could have been her ‘upgraded to alicorn princess moment’; but it didn’t. As much as I wish it were that way, it isn’t and that’s not what the writer’s did because they didn’t have the time or foresight for that. Sadly, even though lots of flaws and problems were always baked into the loaf from the start (Celestia being useless or 'sinister', ponies being racist towards everything else, bad and/or basic friendship lessons) Twilight becoming an alicorn princess, which DID ultimately change her character, her role and her presence even amongst her friends and the rest of Ponyville, was the start of all the problems.

We’re stuck with what we got and what we got was a series that -to me- only ever kept adding more and MORE until it felt overstuffed, hectic, and unfortunately mean spirited when it wasn’t trying to be. There’s nothing we can do now. Personally, I highkey am annoyed at other adult bronies saying I “didn’t get” the show and its decisions which is why I didn’t like it. No. Trust me I get “it”; the problem is that “it” wasn’t well done which is why I didn’t like “it”. “It” deserved better.

Of course, I also get some of why those bronies are so defensive. After all I was there when the whole 'Twilight becoming a Princess'-controversy happened. I remember how ugly it got and how annoying and entitled you guys were about it and Equestria Girls' existence (don't even get me started on ur #savederpy).

Something I want to make especially clear whenever I criticize writers, especially of kids shows, is that a criticism IS NOT an attack. Ever. Boycotts and callouts should be reserved for stuff that's actually morally wrong and yes they also count for stuff I like, not just stuff I want to be mad at. Lookin at you, Didney.

There was never and still is never a reason to bother, hurt or ask the writers for MLP gen 4 why they did what they did. No, not even if you're being 'friendly' about it. Leave M.A. Larson alone.

Granted, fans being entitled to creator's attention and creator's being entitled to fans' affection is it's own rabbit hole, but I truly think that FiM set an ugly standard for that with animated shows today.

Besides still being too thin skinned and not liking that a thing they've divested so much real life time into could be bad, a thing about cartoon commentary and criticism in the 2010s-2020s is they're really parasocial and demanding of writers and artists behind a show. The was always the biggest, ugliest, most uncomfortable aspect of Friendship is Magic to me: because it's creators were online and fans knew they were listening, could approve of fan's creations, and especially because they felt 'responsible' for a show's success, they were really into @ing writers about everything. When critics would call something out for being badly written it somehow always made it's way into becoming a personal accusatory thing. People were blaming writers for being human and working within time constraints and network decisions. You didn't have to be like that TinyToons guy who stalked Tress MacNeille about sexualizing Fifi in the 90s to be a harasser. You could just be an aggressively oversupporting 'stan' or angry nitpicking critic to make a writer who's just doing their job, uncomfortable

tl;dr: I disliked the writing of the later Friendship is Magic. I think it was bad because it was bad. None of that is meant as an attack on the writers who were trying their best and don't need to be roped into any fandom nonsense, positive or negative, and never should have been in the first place.

Hopefully, that's one deadhorse finally beaten.

[slickfordain]

Hello bestie! 😭 Can I request a Yandere! Eichi with an s/o who has a pinkcore style, is very fragile and weak, loves cats, and has social anxiety, so she can't attend his shows?🥹🎀

Of course bestie💕🫶

Yandere-themed, Fem!reader, overall kind of based off of me<3 (Okay maybe HEAVILY based off of me,,,)

How you met Eichi was…. Rather interesting.. Now, I’m not here to say it was bad— if anything, you were grateful for getting a boyfriend like him. It’s not often you get a boyfriend like this…. And seeing how Eichi mostly clung himself onto you, makes you feel better about yourself. You felt wanted.

And Eichi had an absolute blast dating you too! He loves everything about you from head to toe, that his feelings went absolutely wild by the time he started dating. Least to say…. He’s also so thankful everyday you visit him in the hospital…

But…

It doesn’t take long for someone to notice how absolutely furious Eichi is. No, he’s not mad at you, he’s mad at your friends. Through his entire life, Eichi knows what you can handle, and what you can’t handle. That’s why he’s personally close to you, and why he keeps you far away from his shows.

You’re so fragile and pathetic, it’s really endearing to Eichi, who would want you to stay like that more than anything in the world. It also didn’t help his obsession when he figures you couldn’t grow muscles at all, and dear God it made him have both separation anxiety— AND Yandere tendencies.

Anyways, speaking further notice, Eichi wouldn’t let your friends get away with this. They made you go to his concert, because he knew you and him never published your relationship…. To the public, that is. And his heart breaks seeing how absolutely panicked you looked…. No. No, it just won’t do. As a boyfriend, and soon to be your husband, he will take damn actions into his own hands.

You loved staying home! You loved nothing but to play Genshin impact on your bed, doing nothing but call Eichi on Discord as you rant your way— WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS KNOW ABOUT YOUR ANXIETY?! Absolutely nothing! They’re dragging you to his concerts which is breaking both his Goddamn heart and mind. Seeing you out there… Trembling in the crowd.. Being absolutely shaken and in distress…. There was no mistake that Eichi wanted to cut your friends’ stomachs open.

However, the show must go on… At least.. You didn’t faint— that was good.. You’re also further in the front of the crowd so it was impossible for you to get squished, right??? At least Eichi gets to see your face to lighten his motivation to continue his concert, and so he did. He continued being the idol everyone loved until the heat became unbearable.

As much as you loved your boyfriend, you were in shambles. And Eichi seemed to have realized this. Your stupid friends kept pushing you around, screaming and yelling into your ear that had your soul flying from your body— and you were gasping for oxygen. Anything. Eichi’s blood was boiling, and he knew he couldn’t possibly do anything in front of the public but…

But oh God…

You started to collapse. That was it.

That was enough to send Eichi overdrive.

You woke up in the middle of the hospital, on a patience bed, with a small little kitty on your belly. You looked to your side, confused and dazed— before panicking to check if your phone was with you.

“Ah-ah, darling, don’t panic… That’s not good for your health…”

You froze for a while, before seeing Eichi next to you with a gentle smile, your phone in his hand right in front of you. You sighed in relief, before grabbing it and threw yourself into his arms. Eichi just laughed, kissing your forehead and cheeks, adoring you every now and then like the usuals.

You were safe…. You were safe with him… And your mind was finally at ease when you finally were in his arms. The kitty even woke up, purring that caught your attention to soon let go and pet it. You squealed, thanking Eichi for even getting you a small cat…. And you also asked what happened to your friends, leaving Eichi in a small bittersweet moment.

He told you not to worry about it, saying that they went back home safely, and no harm was done when you had fainted….

But that one metallic smell that was oozing from his body made you a bit concerned, but you were too tired to even notice anything suspicious coming from him… You soon enough hugged Eichi again, not wanting to separate once more. You’re too scared, and he understood that.

The kitten was a stolen pet from one of your friends…. He might as well not tell you that he broke their skulls open, and sold them off to some shady looking people who would torture them…

No… You’ve suffered enough, it’s not like you’ll remember your friends anyway. You always forget, and that’s what he loves about you.

Ah, this is my first time doing ensemble stars</3 Hopefully I’ll do better in the future! Just got back to writing so please forgive me 🦥

[kitaishi]

i took a break from playing all week and picked up the again yesterday. finished ch.8 but not moving onto ch.9 until i finish the open world stuff.

so far i'm enjoying the game a lot; probably the first FF game i don't have major complaints about in like 10+ years (sorry to xvi fans that follow me but i dropped that game. didn't vibe with it - especially after yoshida's multiple comments about brown/black people in the game when asked about it). and speaking of melanin, rebirth has a lot in all shades, it's really cool to see!

hopefully we see this reflected in the actual main cast more but i'm really pleased.

as far as the story, i have some gripes i won't go into yet but i'm really pleased with tifa's writing in this game at least. a lot of my complaints about it in remake are gone and she feels more like her OG self imo. i also think her writing in terms of her relationship with cloud is a lot better too. i told this to a friend on discord but i really didn't like the 'childhood friends uwu' stuff in remake; clo/ti should be filled with tension, bad communication, and an unspoken wall up between them despite how badly they want to talk to each other. it's why i liked the kalm and junon scenes - you see that but you also see them apologizing to each other and trying to get better at communicating and understanding each other.

I really loved this scene, it reminded me of Case of Tifa, and considering there's a lot of little details from Traces of Two Pasts, I feel like it was intentional:

I thought it’d be fine if everything just washed away. Wash away my past. Our Past. And why not me too?

this line made nearly made me scream because a consistent post-game change i had in my older blogs was that she moves into the house cloud can buy in costa del sol ( b/c who tf would want to live in edge! )

i will say that i wish there was more for her on her own but they're following the flow of disc 1 pretty accurately so hopefully we get more of her own in part 3 when she's the party leader. they heavily hinted at her reuniting with zangan at the end of TotP and i'll probably get the 'student surpasses the master' fight i've been wanting there.

i'll probably save more of my thoughts on aeris on her blog when i beat the game but so far, the writing for her is mostly fine but i feel like i have more gripes here than in remake. i wish there was more cetra stuff for her but i still have a couple chapters left so i don't want to start complaining too early.

i guess in terms of negatives: having the palmer fight and a shooting mini-game right after the dyne stuff was tonally kind of distasteful and i wish the devs would just let moments breathe more. the other characters don't ALWAYS have to have something to do. as far as the zack stuff, i'm struggling to see the point of them so far if i'm being honest. the concept of them felt cool originally - kind of like this laguna style other half like in viii - but so far the execution of it feels a bit botched imo. thankfully, they're short enough before they start feeling intrusive.

also i usually don't cry or get emotional playing video games but seeing this older lady and two kids at the golden saucer made me start crying for a couple of minutes; it reminded me of how my grandma, how passed just a little over two years ago, took my brother and i to disney world when we kids. we don't have any pictures of it anymore due it getting lost from moving so i just have my memories.

[lady-of-the-spirit]

☔ (for wip ask game)

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

I have Several fics I'm not sure I'll ever write on rotation in my mind. But there's this Doctor Who fic idea I've had for ages now. And the premise is essentially that NONE of the Doctor's modern companions are human. or at least not like, human in the way the Doctor thinks they are. And the Doctor never realizes it until the companion actually tells them or they find out through other circumstances. (rest under the cut because I got very ranty.)

For instance, Rose is (obviously) a werewolf. She gets the werewolf gene from her dad, who was also a werewolf. She's had it drilled into her head by Jackie (understandably protective of her daughter) that she can't tell people, so she doesn't tell the Doctor. Rose starts to figure out how the werewolf and full moon thing works when she's in space and once she's got it all worked out, she figures out how to keep track of the days and keep herself hidden in the TARDIS or at home until it's over. The Bad Wolf symbols have even more meaning to her. Until, of course, the Tooth and Claw episode, where things go a little better because the werewolf alien has a real life werewolf to play with/fight.

Martha is an actual star - a star that fell to earth and gained human form, like in Stardust. She finds herself with a family on earth and since she has no idea how to get back to the sky, she's content - sort of - with making a life on earth. But there's still that yearning for home, for her sisters in the sky. When the Doctor - and she's heard his name, heard his song in the universe since time began - offers to take her through time and space, she agrees, figuring this will be the closest she can get to returning home. everything goes as normal, the Doctor doesn't know, until episode 42 - when she can hear the screams of her sister star, can speak to the host inside the human bodies without burning, and figures out what's happening much sooner than the Doctor does.

Donna was a normal human - in Ancient Britain, before the Romans invaded. At some point, she was in an accident - she got killed. And then came back to life, no longer able to age or die. Since then, well, her life's been a long, long series of events. A few generations ago, she had a son, who gave her a grandson she adores, who had a daughter, and no matter how critical her great-granddaughter is, she loves Sylvia as much as she loves Wilf, and she's willing to put on a charade of the annoying daughter to stick around them for a while longer. Of course she's heard of the Doctor, although she's never met him her other immortal friends have, but becoming besties with him and traveling to the stars was not expected. But traveling to the stars - she's felt like she's seen it all, but there's suddenly more to see? Sign her up! The Doctor thinks she's just weirdly passionate about obscure historical details and a little spacey on modern things, and things don't get revealed until the metacrisis - when instead of her brain exploding, it heals on its own, though it does take a little more time than normal because it's such a weird situation for her human body. The Doctor is freaking the fuck out the whole time.

Companions past 10's are when it gets a little more vague because I know less about it. Someone in the Donna/Doctor discord suggested Amy's a fae - the importance of names and all of that - and I like the idea. Rory is another immortal like Donna, although a little more timey-wimey. He gets killed like in canon, on his adventures with Amy and the Doctor. But he gets thrown into the vortex back to Roman times, and wakes up to find himself immortal. From there he's following mostly canon events, with some tweaks. He definitely meets Donna, and they're immortal besties. I don' t know at all about Clara or Bill, or 13's companions.

So yeah as you can see from the above 4 whole paragraphs of text I've thought about this plenty. I don't know what'll ever happen to it. But it's on my mind.

wip ask game!

[celiastjamesoscar]

It's from the God Of War sound track ITS SO GOOODDDD!! ITS ABOUT HOW HARSH THE CYCLES OF LIFE ARE, PARTICULARLY DURING WINTER, AND HOW, EVENTUALLY, EVERYTHING DIES A HORRIBLE DEATH DUE TO MOTHER NATURE'S CRUETLY BUT THAT THERE'S BEAUTY IN IT TOO BECAUSE THE WORLD IS JUST LIKE THAT!!

Ngl, probably Hozier. Mostly because of Like Real People Do. It's my favourite song of his (Sorry TMTC). I've still yet to listen to most of his albums, though. I'm definitely popping those on during class tomorrow. I know he released Unreal Unearth this year, and I've been meaning to give that a listen cuz he made another banger gay anthem this year, too! I have a bad habit of listening to like a few songs of an artist, forgetting they have an entire decade's worth of discography and neglecting all 5 of their other albums, and their other like 15-20 singles.

I've gotten better at it this year though. I listened through all of The Death Of Peace Of Mind by Bad Omens, and all of Take Me Back To Eden by Sleep Token. I also did it with Save Rock & Roll, American Beauty/American Psycho and some of MANIA by Fall Out Boy. I've still to finish MANIA.

Aww, I love ye too <3 you're my favourite non-discord tumblr ^-^ (and my favourite Scream community member. Don't tell Melrodrigo, Tonyspank, or Rollingsins. Shhh!)

I haven’t played God of War in a FAT minute (like 5 years) BUT THE DESCRIPTION OF THAT SONG?!? I WANT TO CRAWL AROUND INSIDE HOZIER’S MIND!!!

Hozier is such a good album and it definitely has some of my favorite songs on it. AND OMFG I ALSO HAVE THAT SAME BAD HABIT!!! LIKE WHAT DO YOU MEAN AN ARTIST HAS SEVERAL DIFFERENT ALBUMS THAT IVE NEVER HEARD OF?!?

I wish I could listen to albums all the way through, it’s going to be my downfall one day 😭

I’m 19 years old and I have no fucking idea how to work discord 😭 And omg I love Rollingsins so much 😩

[bi-demon-ium]

S2 EP 6 LIVEBLOG

not me asleep for five minutes before this and rushing to get everything up and ready dflgkjghljfgh

ANYWAY

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particularly for curtain to discover whats going on + benedict & number two’s “sewing discord” + the Brainsweeper + etc

GENTLY APPLY SOME HANDCUFFS

hey I bet that’s rhonda!!!!!!!!

or milligan rhonda and miss perumal

KATE’S FACE WHEN THE WATER POLO PLAYER FELL THEN WAS SLOWLY DRAGGED BACK IN

RHONDA!!!!! RHONDA MY BELOVED I LOVE HER

ohhhhh hug

kate and martina my beloveds

CONSTANCE dflkgjdfg “LOADED question”

oh so is dr garrison actually going to team up with them???? nice!!!!

also have I mentioned I kinda like her new unhinged person hair

also rhonda looks so good

“you okay with this constance?” aw<3 LKJDFLGKJDG PLUS HER RESPONSE AND “it’s true 😔”

WE ARE INDEPENDENT CONTRACTORS DLGFKJDF OPEN TO A BUYOUT

uh oh ! the greys!

water polo team vs the greys?

slkgj dr garrison immediately fleeing

hang on that sounded like—tranq darts??

MILLIGAN

THE “HELLO”

MILLIGAN GOT HIS TRANQ GUN!!!!!

wait so miss perumal and milligan surrounded by greys earlier they just????? what??? beat the shit out of them too???? amazing

oh here’s everyone running in the field!!! nice music

uh oh miss perumal is chasing constance

“TAKE ME” OHHHH SHES DISTRACTING THEM OHHHH

MARTINA KATE AND MILLIGAN TRIO???? OHH????

oh no milligan got tazed! fuck

fdogldfkgjdfg [paralyzed in back seat flat on back] Just. Drive

UHHH OH GANG SPLIT UP IN THE DARK

reynie and rhonda on motorcycle, constance in the dark, kate milligan and martina in van, miss perumal captured, and… I didn’t see where sticky went?

curtains…. hypnotizing or powering up the child??????? this is so weird I hate this

I feel like he’s charging this kid like a battery

MR BENEDICT<333

I mean big worry bc of the outfit but also <333

twi-night gkhljflgjhfgh

and curtain’s response and continuing to needle him about it

okay see now it seems like mr b ISN’T fully hypnotized but it’s not like he wasn’t unhypnotized and I don’t think he’s acting either bc he’s acting weird and wrong still

then again I guess it’s not quite as simple past the initial burst as “is just extremely comically happy/out of their mind” but then that’s kind of how the others seemed?

“she doesn’t weigh me down” oh no

“WELL I DO NOT WANT TO BE A BURDEN ANYMORE” OH I KNOW ITS LIKE. BUT.

uh oh! a task!

DUSKWORT/DUSKWART? A RARE BUT POWERFUL SEDATIVE? OH?

STOP FUCKING MAKING WEIGHT JOKES IM GOING TO KILL YOU

comedy of orange peel man ruined by weight joke.

Now’s The Time For Feedback.

cutting the hair :(

“I know it needs to be done.”

I mean you didn’t exactly “agree” to separate

INTERESTING CONSIDERING THE SOURCE

OH NO MILLIGAN. OH MILLIGAN. I LOVE YOU BUT. OH. :/

lkgfjgh “im formulating a plan 😌”

also unexpected rhonda and reynie bonding time! nice!

also once again im saying: rhonda is so beautiful

oh also I bet reynie screaming is coming

also very funny if it’s just rhonda going “just scream out your feelings” and him going “what” and shes like “it’ll make you feel better<3”

oh reynie :( “I missed up everything”

I was RIGHT SHES TELLING HIM TO YELL I WAS RIGHT IM SO HAPPY

well, mostly right

REYNIE YOUR SWEATER VEST???

yes youre allowed to be angry beloved

dlfkgjdfg slowly picking up the sweater vest

ah constance and sticky were together that make sense

I feel like I knew that

ANYWAY

“This Is Child Abandonment. You Will Be Fined.”

constance and sticky bonding finally!!!!

they’ve always had some tension so this is good

uh oh

I bet this is catatonia

UH OH YEAH

OH NO

THAT’S BAD ITS NOT JUST ACOLYTES IN THE COMPOUND

OH NO OH NO OH NO

OH THAT’S SO BAD OH GOD NO

this is extremely suspicious somehow I don’t know why I think that but it is

maybe ive just been trained to think small inns like this are traps ldfkgjdfg

A COMMITMENT TO ALL THINGS COZY<3 ROLL CREDITS

fire is not very cozy :(

plot twist curtain burned it down don’t ask me why. he hates coziness

LKJDFGJG CONSTANCE<3 How Much Truth Do You Want.

all things boat !

they haven’t even shown any signs of being paid, they’re children without parents with them????? suspicious or friendly?????

I know I know, snakes everywhere

but COME ON IT’S WEIRD RIGHT

“we must flee this place” see I think constance is being intuitive not grumpy

ONE OF YOUR BROTHERS TOP ATTACHES

LDFKGJLDKFGJ JEFFERS

LUDICRIOUS COVER SAW THROUGH IT RIGHT AWAY

I LOVE JEFFERS YOU IDIOT

kjgkghfgh the very obvious [hangs head] I haven’t found them :(

LKDFJGLKJG HANGING UP ON HIM. RIP JEFFERS

miss perumal is going to destroy him

jackson and jillson time! uh oh!

UH OH TIME FOR HIM TO FIND OUT

I LOVE JACKSON AND JILLSON SO MUCH

“and they’re not moving” he looks actually upset uh oh

“it’s not possible haha” everyone is unconvinced

denial of course we knew

for their privacy, asshole

CHEMICAL MISFIRE IN THEIR BRAINS? IRREVERSIABLE

HIS FACE LDFKJGDFG “OH”

of course you don’t. idiot. I hate you

milligan I love you but entering alone in disguise is also a bad idea

martina having to watch her gf’s daddy issues play out in hd

I love how she continues milligan and kate equal amounts Her Players/Team. and her trying to pep talk them lgdhkjfghj 😭

is there duskwort in those scones. or some shit.

their weird waiting for a reaction

“the crumb isn’t right, is it? your dough was too wet.”

constance I love you but why are you bullying them. genuine question is there a reason

“you’re so selfish!” uh oh!

also wait this is the episode where constance is “surprisingly intrigued” by curtain’s tv special right? so I be—YEAH YEAH FUCK

UH OH

once again trying to explode him with her brain

uh oh. now thin—“negative thoughts only cloud the mind” her face oh no this is bad

oh THIS IS BAD

can you imagine constance going full happy positive and sticky being like wiat no I take it back wheres my rude mean little sister

NO NO N O NO N O NO NO N O NO NO N O NO NO THE SMILE NO

martina i adore you

“no matter what goes down, im glad we got to hang out again” <3

madge’s honor? lkdfjgdkfjg

milligan. ldkfjglkdjfg.

“but standing by if you need me while also giving you space” + martina’s reaction ohh

“he’s just worried”

“my parents are nice people” “but are they interested in my life?” “your dad’s trying. he’s interested” ohhhh

also martina not an orphan confirmed huh

well they could be foster parents but you know

sticky’s going to apologize for snapping and then—

OH YEAH :(

OH THIS IS BAD

TERRIFYING

wow that was an abrupt cut to commericals huh

could have lingered on her creepy smile as she said “of course”

anyway.

i cant believe they whammied constance?????

“SHE IS BREAKING ME SOFIA”

deep breaths, we have to try—this is definitely something shady

recruitment for curtain?

shes going to say something nice or something

shes being so weird and cheerful I hate it wheres my mean grumpy daughter?????

although the couple/siblings (?) reaction was good

oh the little music playing I love that thing

oh hes going to get so excited about infodumping about boatwright he’s distracted by her whammiedness

“shes very brave. and a good friend” gf talk dlfkgjdfg

milligan is very similar

“im confused too.” [she looks up in surprise]

OHHHH KATE AND MILLIGAN HUG OHHHHH

whos going to come out of the woods

AH rhonda and reynie!!!!

RHONDA AND MILLIGAN HUG???? ADORABLE BUT LIKE

BRO IF MR BENEDICT DOESN’T GET A HUG IM GOING TO KILL SOMEONE

constance sounds so unlike herself it’s so weird I hate this :(

“did you just call me sticky” “of course! that’s your name, silly!”

THAT’S HOW HE GOT IT LKHJFGHFH

DKGLJDGLHKJFGLHKJFLGKHJFGLKHJ

JEFFERS WHAT IS THAT POSE

“FOUND YA!”

HE’S SUCH A NERD

I HATE THIS MAN

DLJFGLKFJG ITS TAKEN ME A LONG TIME TO REBUILD MY SELF ES—SIR PLEASE

TO KNOW DEEP IN MY HEART I CAN SECURE A PERIMETER LKDGFJG

oh no is he going to rat them out?????? oh wait no probablt sedating him

headmaster shu

time. time with each other. so thank you. “you’re welcome, nicholas.”

oh there’s no way curtain doesn’t immediately know whats going on his face is too. flgkhjfgh

although seeing curtain here is weird

mr benedict telling jokes and never collapsing

and curtain not doing his LAUGHS HYSTERICALLY THING

DLFKGJDLFKGJDKFJG Jackson and jillson “hello CROWE”

“a very exclusive list of traitors. when you betrayed us”

LKDJGLKJG EXTREMELY BUSY I THOUGHT HE SAID “EXTREMELY PISSY”

THEY. THEY RECCOMENDED HER? OH

ohhhhhhhhhh

martina awkwardly widening her arms to hug both of them at once ldkfgjldkfgjlgkhjfghfgh

of all the hugs I hoped we gte I admittedly did not predict jackson jillson and martina???

EVERYONE’S REUNITED?? ALMOST???

“TURNS OUT THE WHOLE VAN THING IS A CRIME” LFDKGDFG

ohhh another kate and martina hug but kate initiated glkfgjh 🥺

rhonda: if you ever need a job—dglhjhlfgkjhfgh

I kinda expected her to leave but still sad :(

“your’e too easy, nicholas. I can keep the puns flowing all day”

but it doesn’t look like hes fallen asleep

number two’s expression did NOT look happy

is he going to stop curtain from drinking?

mr benedict your feelings are written all over your face you are terrible at this

oh. oh no

mrs two? did he just say mrs two?

number twod;fgkd lfgjdkfjg that awkward shoulder pat

oh hes WHAMMYING HER OH NO

OH NO THAT WAS THE END? WHAT THE FUCK

[grimmusings]

@defectivexfragmented thank you for the tag, lovely! 💛

meet the mun.

— basics

NAME: Carrie PRONOUNS: she/her PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: I’m comfortable with Tumblr DMs and asks. If we've done some writing/plotting together, I'm usually fine to share my Discord too. SINGLE / TAKEN: Aro? So that would look a bit different for me regardless, but not in any long-term partnerships.

— three facts

💛 I love bracelets. I’m probably wearing at least ten at any given time that I never take off. 💛 A friend asked my roommate what my favorite animal was for Secret Santa, and she said a zombie. I couldn’t have answered it better myself. 💛 My three favorite books (in no order) are The Raven Boys by Maggie Stiefvater, Carry On by Rainbow Rowell, and Into the Drowning Deep by Mira Grant. (If you’ve read any of them, please come scream at me.) ((But you can always scream at me about anything you’re reading.))

— experience

Gather round, kiddos, it's story time! *leans back in rocking chair* I started roleplaying back in that apocalyptic landscape known as AOL/AIM, had a blast with character Myspaces, and suffered one horrific experience on Facebook that chased me off the platform forever. Then, there was the golden age of message board forums (a lot of town, college, Harry Potter, and my first superhero storyline--a fleeting fever dream where I wrote Natasha Romanoff, Johnny Storm, and Nancy Callahan) that died a fiery death with the crash of InvisionFree. RIP.

That's when I found my way to Tumblr groups, mostly supernatural and fairy tale. A few years later, I joined my first ever Discord-only superhero group, and it's been mostly comics ever since! Though I've been writing on Tumblr for around a decade, it was usually with storylines or a couple people I already knew, and this year is actually my first deep dive into Tumblr indie. It's been lovely so far. 🥰

— sub-genres

I love a bit of everything! Shipping, angst, found family, slice of life, fluff, smut. My favorite is probably AUs and verse-building though. I love changing the context for my favorite muses and seeing how they're the same or different, so throw me all your alternate Earths, zombie apocalypses, timeline changes, and what ifs.

— plots vs memes

I think they can go hand in hand! Memes are such an easy way to get interactions going when plotting hits a wall or writers are shy, but I’m highly likely to start building some plot around it in my reply too.

— long or short replies

😂😂 Even when I try to make my replies short, they often get out of hand. I don't even pretend to have control of my muses anymore. I am learning to like quick replies in the evenings when my brain is starting to fry, but I have to be in the right mood. A bunch of short things and texts take as much energy without the same return of more in-depth replies.

— best time to write

Morning if I have the day off, before my brain turns to mush, and at night on my phone before bed because it’s quiet/no distractions.

tagging (just fun, no pressure): @pleinsdemuses, @velvetnviolentviolets, @pctentialbreakupsong, @theking-blackheart-muses, @ssolessurvivor, @herosneednotapply, @zimnyayavdova, @tormentedsoldier, @marvelsmusings. @tru-neutral-good

[tmnt-obsessed-ace]

Yet again this is me

Bro I NEED to yap nonstop about my aus and all my angsty ideas spoilers be damned but I dont want to spoil everything for you guys

BUT I WANT TO SEE SOMEONE FREAK OUT ABOUT MY ANGSTY IDEAS! I NEED TO SHARE THEM TO THE WORLD

IM GONNA EXPLODE AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I really gotta make a discord server but unfortunately I am very shy and rarely chat in Discord group chats (I mostly just lurk the entire time Im there and have majority of the channels muted so I dont get overwhelmed trying to lurk in them all)

Im almost 19 and I really need better socialization skills holy shit

Im either executive dysfunctioning or coming up with very angsty ideas that I cannot talk about because spoilers

*internal screaming*

[catpine]

gonna be real this has been eating at me for so long but i can finally get it off my chest since that hellsite is going down!

i’ve been envious of your writing for years. you are such a creative, fluid, and articulate writer i craved so much of your approval and honestly i’m too scared to say it to your face, even with the death of quotev, but i really mean everything i say even if i’m on anonymous.

sasha, you are gonna go so far with whatever you do wether that’s an article writer for some new york magazine or a cookbook writer - whatever it is. i have felt stuck in the same place with my writing for years and i’ve never improved. never gotten better, never gotten good, and i stopped trying. you are such a beautiful writer but i never had the confidence to actively participate in your groups. i would maybe join and never get past the forms because i never started in fear of writing.

when i joined aberdeen, it was so… weird. i don’t know if that’s the right word i’m looking for but when you accepted me it was like, “okay, cool, whatever.” and i convinced myself i was ready to write again and try for the millionth time to improve. reading the description over again and then the pre-planned episode introduction and it made me feel that same twisting in my stomach, one of dejection and excitement. on one hand i wanted to write like you and it motivated me to try again but on the other i knew i would give up too quickly before i could even study another style.

i always wanted to approach you to be like “hey sasha!! can we do a 1x1 roleplay i kinda crave your approval creatively but please don’t think i’m a weirdo for wanting you to like me!!” and i could never say it, could never get it out properly because i always wanted to be your friend, too, but i think i’m living way too different of a life. i’m sorry if this is weird but i just had to say it before it turned me into lilico and ate me from the inside out whole. i’m not saying this to just be like “i hate your writing, it makes me think low of myself” it’s more so just my way of trying to say you have a gift that you should never give up because some shitty site is taking that away. i’m sure you’ll get used to tumblr or discord or whatever else you move on to but don’t let quotev ruin your fun. percy is a character i love because he is so much fun, so realistic in the way you wanna hate him so bad because you’re a shitty, mean sorority girl at heart who has a trashy hot pink bra somewhere in her dresser but you know that growing up in such a lonely space, to know what it means to be a social reject with a sense of superiority that you just… relate to him in this gross way you can’t explain. you wanna scrub the skin off of your body because holy fuck, why are you still alive and your brother is dead? why are you miles away from his grave without a pulse and above ground but he’s six feet below the soil and not coming back? it’s almost unfair - no, definitely unfair.

don’t let quotev take away shit, adapt and develop. like i said, wherever you end up, you’ll do great.

can i just say i'm genuinely sitting here with my mouth wide open and almost crying because this is so unbelievably sweet. i'm writing this and visibly gesturing my head in disbelief. HELLOO????????????? this is the absolute kindest thing ever and i can't articulate my appreciation enough, this kinda made my life. did you know you were gonna make my life with this?!

but i'm gonna encourage you for a minute so buckle up. writing, at least for me, is such a tangible feeling and if i do not feel it, i do not do it. sometimes i'm okay with that, but the majority of the time it is the worst feeling. i'm sure you know, but some of my recent posts on quotev were me airing out (sometimes cathartically, but mostly just screaming to the void) about lackluster feelings within myself, the point of my writing and various other grievances. i say all of that to say: i've been there and will be there again. it comes with the territory of writing, with anything really, but if you truly enjoy it (and from this message, i get the feeling you do) you know nothing feels better than seeing it come together in words. whatever you were trying to communicate from something very literal to a description, to the effect certain verbiage leaves on you; you know it can make you proud, it puts you somewhere. i'm always trying to recreate that feeling. if i get it from my own writing, a quote somewhere, an entire movie: i try to replicate what it means to see so clearly a vision. like you mentioned rereading the aberdeen description, THAT IS THE FEELING. it's an obsession and i know that sounds so radical and comedic, but it's not. it's rewatching particular scenes to entire seasons of a show because there's that liminal, undefinable feeling to it. it's going back to annotated essays because there's something written with articulation pulled from your own unique, lived experience by someone who died before you were born. a song because that specific chord sounds exactly like the way a certain place looks. my simple understanding of it all is that if you get that feeling, you should probably continue chasing it. unless its like fatal, maybe not then.

as for everything else, i would love nothing more than to work with you on some writing project. if it ever comes to fruition or not, that's besides the point. i think it would be a great joy to just work with you and see what our minds cook up as that's always been my favorite part anyway. shoot me a DM, i don't care!

i just want to express how moving this genuinely was and how happy i am you reached out. the one thing better than that aforementioned feeling i described is someone to share it with and i swear by that.

[sweetdreamsjeff]

CD of the week: Jeff Buckley

Date: May 10, 1998

From: The Observer (London, England)

Publisher: Guardian News & Media

Byline: SAM TAYLOR

Jeff Buckley Sketches (for My Sweetheart, The Drunk) (Columbia 488661) To be or not to be a rock star? As existential dilemmas go, it's perhaps not the most profound, but it tormented Jeff Buckley for the last two years of his brief life. Like Kurt Cobain, he was a sensitive soul who recoiled from the brute materialism and superficiality of the music industry. But, as Cobain found out, sensitivity sells.

When Buckley drowned, aged 30, in the Mississippi nearly a year ago, he was not really famous, but had a passionate cult following, and was constantly compared to his father, the erratically brilliant Sixties singer, Tim Buckley, who also died young. He felt pressured by the expectations surrounding the album he was working on, the follow-up to his 1994 debut Grace, and was drinking way too much.He had already spent several months in New York, recording songs with Tom Verlaine, but he was unhappy with the results. But he had begun work on a new batch of songs in Memphis, and was excited about his progress. Some of his friends and band members now claim Buckley intended burning the Verlaine tapes, and that the release of this double CD is thus a betrayal of his wishes.

Though it's easy to sympathise with that view, once you hear the first of these CDs, comprising 10 songs from the New York sessions, you will realise why Mary Guibert, Buckley's mother, was so keen that the songs be heard. You will also realise why Buckley, so repulsed by MTV and the prospect of fame, hated them. Two songs in particular a heartbreakingly sweet soul ballad called 'Everybody Here Wants You' and a raunchy, funny cover of Audrey Clark's 'Yard of Blonde Girls' sound like surefire hit singles.

The first CD is not uniformly brilliant. Buckley's weakness for bombast and overcomplication surfaces on 'Vancouver' and 'The Sky is a Landfill', and the production is perhaps a little too crystalline, though the quieter songs 'Opened Once', 'You &amp; I' are deliberately sparse in order to showcase Buckley's gorgeous, somersaulting voice. It would have been a deeply impressive and affecting album.

The second CD, mostly comprising four-track demos recorded near the end in Memphis, reflects the turmoil in Buckley's head at this time. It also reflects a self-protective desire to veer away from the polished commercialism of the New York songs. It is murky, disjointed, at times wildly discordant and almost unlistenable. The lyrics scream of paranoia and enslavement. There is a cover of Genesis's sprawling prog epic, 'Back in NYC', and a squall of white noise called 'Murder Suicide Meteor Slave', both of which sound like B-sides at best.

Yet Buckley was very proud of what he was working on, and beneath the boiling fury, you can hear the stirrings of a looser, darker melodicism. And there is always that voice: whether caterwauling with lust or crying out in pain, it remains genuinely breathtaking, unmatched this decade for its range and emotional power.

If you've never heard Jeff Buckley before, you are probably better off listening to Grace as a starting point. But anyone who loved that album and it was the sort of album you either loved or hated should certainly hear Sketches. . . Unfinished and uneven it may be, but it is still light years ahead of almost everything else that will be released this year. As a dead rock icon Buckley will never eclipse Kurt Cobain, but as a musical talent he was, I think, possibly even greater. The tragedy is that we will never know for sure.

[tawaifeddiediaz]

I have a lot of thoughts on the new promo lmao, but I’ll put the specific ones all under the cut, under what each one is about.

Promo general thoughts:

What's really weird about that new promo is that FOX and in general, everyone, kind of...avoids the topic of Buddie as a unit, whether platonic or not. I mean news articles ask because it would obviously be a great scoop given how many people ship it, but FOX promos and actors and all have just kind of....skimmed the surface of whatever Buck and Eddie are because no one really knows. This promo was so explicit about all of it, which is the weirdest.

Also, the idea of having an entire promo focused on Eddie’s recap and what the road ahead kind of looks like, and in that same breath bring up Buck and Eddie without even mentioning “they’re best friends/their bromance is amazing.” They say things like...they feed off each other, and they bring out the best in each other, and that’s soulmate/romantic partner stuff to say. It’s not something you say just...casually? 

Also I heard “I’ve fallen in love with Eddie” and it didn’t click it was Ryan’s voice so I nearly died of a heart attack today.

Onto the specific ones:

"I’m still not over it." 

(gif by @cinematicnomad​)

It's clearly after the crossover, though no one knows how soon after. There's a lot of things Eddie could be referring to here, and I'm absolutely not refuting the idea of Shannon being the thing he’s not over because they did a number on each other, evidently. 

But there's also...two of their team members get thrown into danger back-to-back. Buck with the supposed warehouse fire, and Hen with the helicopter. 

Now.....Eddie's helicopter went down with him in it, too. He knows how that works/feels/what it does to you, but maybe seeing one of his friends in that situation dredges back up things he's been trying to push down, maybe for himself or for his family. From the promo, it looks like they watch the helicopter go down, so Eddie could be feeling lots of things here. Also, in a short period of time, both Buck and Hen (again, large assumption) nearly die (again, even though this is still an assumption). 

Sometimes....it just hits you how fragile the idea of life really is. Despite being in a profession like this one, watching members of your team, of your found family, nearly die places the fear of mortality in yourself, but also the fear of losing any more people than you have to, or already have.

This talk with Bobby can come from a bunch of different ways: 

Eddie's sitting, pensive at the table when Bobby joins him 

Eddie's quiet and withdrawn all day and Bobby pulls him aside to ask if he's okay 

Something doesn't go right during the last call because of unnecessary risks taken? 

Eddie's distracted on call, which is beyond unusual 

He's clearly struggling with something, which could be anger or fear or grief, and Bobby pulls him aside to check in (probably not this one because this already happened)

He's staring blankly outside or whatever, and Bobby joins him

Eddie can't sleep during a late shift and Bobby spots him, joining him

Could be a regular ol’ check in (highly-doubt this one)

General thoughts on the smiles you can see in the linked gifset by @cinematicnomad​:

Somehow...Eddie seems a lot more open and softer to me in a sense. It’s usually Buck who’s passing these smiles towards Eddie, but the role reversal is something I’ve been looking forward to. I could be completely overthinking this (I’m clearly not), but if you take a look at the second gif in that set where he has his adorable fangs out then you know that in both these, he’s looking at Buck. The wider shot of this shows someone that looks uncannily like Buck does (this isn’t clowning, it’s in the ears).

I genuinely think that Eddie’s arc for this season (even if it hasn’t started yet) will have to do with Buck in a large way. Buck’s 3A arc had a lot to do with Eddie and Christopher, in many ways, and now...I think we might be on track to see an arc for Eddie Diaz that includes one Evan Buckley, however that may be. 

Angst Headcanons (most are Buddie):

Eddie’s put in a situation where he struggles to retain the control he usually keeps on himself, which is different from the ladder truck only in the fact that...they weren't as close and Eddie wasn't in any frame of mind to be thinking about anything else. also there was a bomb but y'know

Basically we need a parallel to Buck in Eddie Begins

Don't imagine Buck going home after the fire only to find like fifteen million texts from Eddie to check in. 

Alternatively, don't imagine Buck going home after the fire to find an unusual silence from Eddie who normally texts after a rough shift to check in 

Alternatively to that, don't imagine Buck trying to go home and Eddie coercing him into coming back to the Diaz household and then they check in with Chris together and goodbye

Whatever you do, don't imagine Eddie going home, already wired and restless from the events of the warehouse fire (insert equal emergency here), and he's all out of sorts and can't exactly figure out why because buck nearly dies everywhere but this time it was different and whatever you do, don't imagine him standing blankly in the middle of his room, mind racing far enough that he tangles himself up in "oh. oh."

[delicrieux]

☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 13: ...O-OH?

it’s the night of the big stream. y/n uncovers a strange, albeit deep, bond with charlie. corpse interrupts her garden date with sykkuno quite unceremoniously. tensions are high as ever; proximity chat reveals internal monologues and stray thoughts. y/n’s “batshit insane” energy affects everyone. this is, quite literally, the best game of among us bretman has ever played.

─── corpse husband x reader, sykkuno x reader (if you squint, it’s very one sided)  ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: 6.1k oops ─── ❥ reqs: sum people requested some interaction w bretman + jealous corpse + flirty sykkuno

author’s note: guys....GUYS WE’RE ON THE 3RD “OH” hope ur excited cus i am!!! this was rly fun to write, but then again, everything is better than writing an essay lmao! this is extremely chaotic and a bit seggsy but like a minuscule bit u wont even notice it i swear xx there’s not much social media in this one, mostly written lol. as always lmk wat u think n thank u for all ur kind words n sooo manyyyy ideassss!!! love u lots

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It’s happening, you think, picking the discreet, angelic white color for your astronaut - with a halo and all, truly, you are a seraph that stepped through the gates of heaven and descended onto earth to grace these morals with your presence...quite literally, you’re not only donning white in game, but also in real life, cute as a button or more like as a bunny. Cat girls are overrated - cat boys, on the other hand, you’ll ardently defend till your last breath - but bunny girls...Safe to say, your chat had been going feral. Your endless ego is fed well. You even swore on your heart that no devilish trickery would follow in this game - you had left your snake ways behind you.

No one believed you. The Roaches know you too fucking well.

The influx of new subs, however, do not. Look at this cute girl! She wouldn’t hurt a fly! You chuckle at the compliments. At the exact same moment, Rae pipes up on the discord call, “Y/n is leering and cackling evilly. No one trust her.”

Demon woman herself must be watching your stream before starting her own. You pout, all adorable and innocent, but your eyes gleam slyly. Truly, a mastermind of manipulation! Look at you go! The chat is swooning. The viewer number steadily climbs past 16K and you hum happily, welcoming all that decided to join your little clan, “Don’t listen to Rae. Wifey is mad because I said I’m not bringing her back a souvenir. Well guess what, bitch, I’m the gift.”

Your perfect image does not quite align with your tone, nor the affectionate nickname you call your roommate (bitch, not wifey). The new viewers are none the wiser though, just like your new stream mates.

There is laughter from people you don’t quite know. The lobby is almost full, but not everyone has trickled in yet.

“Filing divorce papers right now.” Rae mumbles, but you hear the smile in her voice. It makes you crack a grin, too. 

More hello’s and shy introductions to the people in the lobby. Sykkuno’s green astronaut pops in with a upbeat, “Hey, everyone! Hi, Y/n!” as his character circles around yours. A collective awww echoes in your stream chat as you, quite breathless at the wholesomeness, reply with a “Hi! Hi hi!” as well.

Corpse is next to join, mysteriously ominous. The discord call is pure chaos, everyone screaming over the other variations of his name while stressing different syllables. Silent as a grave, he just stands there, his black astronaut seemingly eyeing everyone in the lobby. 

Alas, when the noise dies down, he utters, “Whaddup, baby.” and it’s pandemonium all over again. You are screeching/laughing along with the rest. His astronaut swiftly glides to Sykkuno, still circling around you, “Hey, Sykkuno.” He says. The latter abruptly stops. The game hasn’t even started, and already - betrayal! Sykkuno starts circling around Corpse now, leaving you in the dust.

“Hey, dude!”

“Yo,” You interrupt, “I’m like here too, yeah?”

“Fight, fight, fight!” Pokimane jeers. You can’t see her, but you’re certain she’s pumping her fists in the air. 

“Let’s leave the bloodshed for the game, yeah?” Dream offers past her laugh ridden urging.

“No, fuck that, let’s start this shit right now,” Charlie declares - his monotone is strangely pleasant to the ear, and you lean back in your chair with a thoughtful hum. Something about his energy just clicks with yours instantly, but perhaps you’re judging too quickly- “Got my fucking knife ready to slit some throats. You can all pretend you aren’t ready to kill on sight, but that’s not me. I’ll teabag your dead fucking body.”

-yeah, no, your initial estimate had been correct! What a pleasant surprise, you feel like you and he will get along beautifully. 

“Way to be subtle, Charles.” Rae snorts.

“Subtle doesn’t make an interesting game, Rae,” He’s quick to bite back, “and if I’m Impostor, you bet your fucking ass I’m going after you first.”

“Noooooo!” She shrieks, rushing to your astronaut, which is still just standing there, abandoned, like the equivalent of that one emoji, “Y/n, protect me.”

“Of course, baby.” You purr. 

There’s mumbling in the discord call, though it’s barely audible. Corpse seems to be repeating the word to himself: Baby...Baby?...Baby...

“You’re gonna stab me in the back the first chance you get, won’t you?” She questions, already painfully aware of the answer.

“You know it!”

“Finally, someone that’s not fucking cowering in their boots and flaunting their real nature.” Charlie says, “Y/n, form a Big Dick Alliance with me.”

“Oh for sure, man.” You agree immediately, trailing to his in game figure, “Let’s show these virgins how it’s done.”

“This is going to be a mess, isn’t it?” Sean’s voice rings with a cheerful laugh, making you flustered. Yes, you’re actually playing with THE JacksepticeyeTM. You still haven’t fully wrapped your head around that part, “I’m very excited to see where this will go.”

“Nowhere good.” You say with unparalleled sincerity - every word you speak to him, the icon, the legend, the one of the few youtubers you actually actively follow, must be genuine. You doubt you can lie to him. He’s too good of a person. You admire him too much. Stuck between wanting to be a shady bitch and an absolute saint, you refrain from addressing him more - you are simply not worthy.

its the y/n trying to act like a normal person in front of jack for me

ikr she looks ready to join the monastery

each day we stray closer to gods light???

Your viewers are snide as always. Gosh, you love them.

The last player pops in, fashionably late, “Hey, y’all.”

“Hey, Bretman!” The call choruses somewhat harmoniously.

“Hi, daddy.” He’s speaking to Corpse now, a smile in his voice - you can hear it even past the static of his atrocious mic. Your eyes widen, eyebrows shooting up. Your friends are cackling, but confusion refrains you from doing the same - were you not the only one Corpse offered, seemingly so long ago!, to be his sugar baby? 

One betrayal after the other. You’re glad for the Big Dick Alliance. The name has a nice right to it, too. 

Corpse laughs, “...Hey, Bretman. How are you today?”

Damn, two sentences for him, but not even a word spoken to you!? You’re already scripting a very melodramatic paragraph you will text him after the stream. With poorly masked discontent, you mutter, “Wow, thanks for such a warm welcome, Corpse, my day’s going great, yeah, loving the company.”

“Now now miss girl,” Bretman chimes, “we can’t be all daddy’s favorite.”

“Careful,” Charlie drones, “I think you just got yourself onto Y/n’s shit list.”

“Right next to Corpse Husband and Valkyrae.” You agree, “Sykkuno!” You suddenly call him.

“Uhm-Uh-Yes?” Is his nervous reply.

“You’re safe.” You state coldly, “For now.”

“You are not going after Sykkuno on my watch.” It must be a belated holiday miracle because Corpse finally decides to address you. His words seem to awake something in him, “Hey-Hey-Hey-” He swiftly glides to you, standing right next to your minute virtuous angel, “When are you coming back to Cali?”

corpse stop acting weird challenge

literally omg lmao

he does bring up a good point y/n y u not in cali yet?!

^pack it up corpse simp he disrespected the queen when he didnt say hi

“Back off, buddy,” Charlie interjects, “this spot is for Big Dick Alliance members only.”

“I’m never returning.” You inform him, your voice cold like the Arctic snow, and the look in your eyes is no kinder. You feel like you’re having a stare down through screen. 

Silence stretches. Is this an intimidation tactic? Because if it is, it’s a paltry one. Your conviction to be petty is stronger than any vulnerability you might feel.

“Then I have nothing to say to you.” He admits and fucks right off with that. Fine, go join Sykkuno and Rae in their little corner of betrayal! Friendship ended with Corpse, now Charlie is your best friend.

“Okay, guys, guys, guys-” Toast, noting this is going to spiral any minute now, tries to catch their attention, “Let’s start?!”

You look into your camera, and the roaches know what you’re thinking. You’re twins like that, communicating telepathically. You are taking back your tender promise of not being a conniving bastard. It’s fucking on. You will destroy everyone in your path, starting with the guy you have a stupid crush on - maybe?! Feelings are confusing, you’d rather just not think point blank period.

With no objections from the cast, the counter ticks away seconds and, for the first round, you’re stuck as CREW MATE.

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Charlie is a gift. Truly, you had not expected such a sudden, wonderful relationship to bloom. How have you not known of him sooner?! It’s a crime that you hadn’t spoken to him earlier. You are a 100% certain if you had found him before you started streaming, he would’ve been a big inspiration. 

The two of you do your silly little tasks and curse like sailors, commenting about this and that thanks to proximity chat. You wouldn’t have been able to stand the claustrophobic silence if it was just a normal Among Us game - to think, missing out on all his foully worded quips! It almost springs a tear into your eye. He’s just as unhinged as you.

worried about this dynamic 

its a trainwreck lol i love it plz collab more plz

Caught in a headed discussion in Electrical - TikTok trends, or audios specifically - you defend the app the best you can. Charlie thinks it’s super cringe, and you insist it’s part of the charm as you connect wires.

“I mean, have...-do you know that one audio, the one that goes, like,” You’re spilling your words, heated, frustrated that he’s so dismissive of the app that literally saved 2020, “it goes like, uhm,” You clear your throat, prep your voice - even take a sip of your favorite drink. Drawing the syllables, you try your best to make it drop an octave - it must sound like you’re doing an atrociously bad and nauseatingly scratchy Corpse impression with an extra dramatic flair, “My assssssss, your cockkk, you do the mathhh.”

“Did-Did I just-” You freeze hearing Corpse’s voice, finally done with your task. Charlie is muffling his laughter behind his palm; Corpse’s astronaut stands in the doorway, “What the fuck did I just walk into?” He seems genuinely confused, though a strangely winded. You’re mortified. Your shoulders are shaking. You look at the stream chat but it’s going too fast for you to follow. Manic laughter bubbles in your chest and you squeeze your eyes shut, mouth split into a toothy grin, lowering your head and trying to hide the blush dusting your cheeks.

“Hey? Guys? What the fuck are you talking about?” He questions again.

“Honestly?” Charlie chimes, “No fucking clue. TikTok, I think. Ask Y/n.”

You can’t reply. You’re crying. You cover your face with your palms, muttering a soft oh my god before bursting into a full blow laugh, throwing your head back, the motion accidentally knocking your headphones off.

“Y/n.” Corpse calls you, “Fuck was that?”

You’re howling. Your stomach hurts. There are literal tears in your eyes. You think Charlie might be laughing too, but you can’t really tell over your loud screeching. Hastily fixing your headphones, you wipe away the tears stuck to your lower lashes, heaving, “S-Sorry, I-” You stutter, breaking into another fit of giggles. Corpse patiently waits you to calm down. Catching your breath, you start again with a sniffle, “TikTok, yeah.” You idly fix your hair, trying to bite down a smile, “It’s an audio.”

“What- What kind of videos are you watching?”

“The good kind.” Your reply is instant, merciless, “Also, why are you here? We’re having a BDA meeting, you know.”

“I-I...” He trails off, “I...I heard people talking and...I just came here to check it out, but...I’m regretting it.” There’s a lilt in his voice, and you know he doesn’t regret jack shit. You bet he’s smiling. You wish you could see it.

“Bitch, then leave!” You huff. You aren’t sure what is with him today, and you don’t want to stick around and find out - his playfulness makes your stomach flip at the most inappropriate times! Like when you’re trying to sound threatening. You must retreat posthaste, “No, wait, I’ll do it for you.” You say, brushing past his character. Charlie follows after you.

“Dude, you’re so fucking lucky neither of us are the Impostor because you’d be deader than I’ve been feeling since I was 10.” Your favorite companion comments. Charlie is truly a modern wordsmith. You’re pretty sure you adore him, because you’re nodding your head, so quick to agree with him that even you’re surprised. 

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A meeting is called. You spare a glance at your fallen crew mates. They will be missed. Sean most of all, God, why does heaven always take the good ones?! The game feels emptier without him, even if you really only passed him once on your trek to Cafeteria with Charlie.

You may or may not have been avoiding him, afraid you’d accidentally say something horrible and he would hate you. It’s a silly fear, though a deep one. And with Charlie keeping you company, you had not uttered a single objectively  good, or even coherent, sentence. Your parents can’t watch this stream once it’s uploaded onto your Youtube channel. They know you’re barely keeping it together in most of your videos, but here, now? Yeah, no. Charlie is already hard to listen to on his own for sensitive viewers, and hearing you agree with literally everything he says with your own chaotic ideas? Your dad would stumble into an early grave.

Mom probably wouldn’t mind too much, but you’d have to explain your relationship status again. She is under the assumption that everyone you collab with is your significant other. You’d say it began with Sykkuno, though the exclamation of “Finally! My daughter isn’t pathetically single! We need to celebrate.” had started with Rae. Truly, a scandal.

Speaking of which, Sykkuno is gone, too, but you had time to mourn him already. You found his body roughly ten minutes ago; so torn with the fresh agony of heartbreak, you could not do anything else but cry. It was Charlie, bless his heart, that reported it.

“Someone killed Jack,” You say, voice dripping with venom, “court is now in session. I’m ready to vote the fucker out.”

People speak all at once. Toast roars over them, “ORDER! ODER IN COURT!” as he slams his hand onto his desk repeatedly. That seems to work, though briefly.

“I think it’s Y/n.” Corpse says. You stare at him, hand gripping your heart, mouth falling open in surprise.

flame him

corpse boutta be a corpse fr

beat his ass queen!!!!!

“Pardon my french,” You grumble, “but nani the fuck?!”

“It’s definitely Y/n, I found her and Charlie conspiring in Electrical. Surrealist experience of my fucking life, but it’s definitely her.”

“Dude, we’ve been over this,” Charlie sighs, shushing Rae who was about to comment something - knowing your luck, it was probably in favor of the man throwing you under the bus, “we would’ve snapped your fucking neck the moment you walked in. But we didn’t.”

“Yeah, we didn’t.” Corpse notes, “I said nothing about you, I’m just saying it’s definitely her. She probably didn’t kill in front of you because of your stupid alliance-”

“Someone sounds salty because he wasn’t invited.” Pokimane snickers.

“-or possibly she did tell you and you won’t betray her for the exact same reason.”

“That’s some big brain logic you pulled there, genius,” Charlie says, absolutely unimpressed, “sure you didn’t have an aneurysm trying to connect all of that together?”

“Well,” Rae pipes up, “Y/n and Charlie did say they will kill right before the game started. If you ask me, it’s not unbelievable. And Sykkuno was sorta on the shit list.”

“I’m writing down your name twice, Rachell.” You spit.

“Not helping your case at all, Y/n...” Dream worries, “And Rae makes a good point. Charlie and you have professed desire for murder. I’m just saying! It’s a bit suspicious, you know?”

The next words to leave Corpse’s lips sound incredibly smug, “See?” He drawls.  The pressure is getting to you - you don’t understand where this beguiling talent of his to convince literally everyone comes from, but it doesn’t inspire any confidence. Your fist suddenly feels incredibly lonely, so useless - oh, how you long to swing at him, “It’s definitely Y/n.”

“I dunno...” Toast mumbles.

“It’s Y/n.”

“Corpse-” You try, but he's ignoring you - shocker, as if he hadn’t been doing that from the very start of this stupid game - and chanting your name like it’s a fucking mantra or something, a smile in his voice, knowing, relishing in the fact that he’s grating on your nerves, “FIRST OF ALL,” You scream into the mic, successfully cutting him off; catching your breath, you exhale, and continue, calmly, lowly,  “get my pretty name out of your mouth.” 

There’s a pause full of tense silence. 

Then, there’s a sound, seemingly stuck in the back of his throat, “...O-Oh...?”

“Second of all,” You continue, words like honey dipped in arsenic, “This is the clearest smear campaign I have ever witnessed. By how hard you’re trying to frame me for fuck knows what reason, I’m led to believe it’s you that killed them. You’re the Impostor.”

“Corpse wouldn’t kill Sykkuno, though.” Rae comments, skeptical.

“Then the other Impostor did it.” You counter.

“Maybe you’re both Impostors.” Pokimane chirps.

“Y/n would never betray the Big Dick Alliance like that.” Charlie states.

You grin, “Charlie, I literally love you.” 

“Wait hold up now,” Corpse seems to get his bearings together, “what’s this about love I’m hearing?”

“I have none for you, dick.” You snap, flipping him off. Your chat cheers. While he can’t see it, you hope he senses it through the screen, “I officially hate you.”

“No, wait-”

“Boo, Corpse, you suck.” Toast laughs.

“Y/n, please-”

“Let’s all vote for Corpse Husband, okay?” You say it like it’s his full official name with an encouraging smile and multiple soft nods. Sykkuno can’t be here to nod, so you’ll do it for him. You eye the rapidly decreasing timer before clicking on Corpse’s figure and voting for him. The VOTED icon instantly pops up beside your adorable astronaut.

“Baby, I-” It slips past his lips so easily, as if he’s not even thinking about it, like it’s only natural to call you that and a spike of anxiety shoots up, making you glare. It’s only halfhearted. You try your best to ignore the rapid and uncoordinated pulses of your heart. Replace unwanted feelings with anger and hate - works like a charm, every time.

“You are not allowed to call me that.” You hiss. The chat spams snake emojis. 

“Wait-” Bretman chimes, “Hold up, y’all, slow down a minute. Why does Corpse never call me baby?”

“Yeah!” Pokimane agrees, “I want to be baby, too!”

Pokimane may not have been called baby, but you just single-handedly decided her nickname for her - Target 4. Welcome to the shit list, she is officially your public enemy number 1. You aren’t sure why the thought of Corpse ever referring to anyone else as baby makes you sick to your stomach (you actually do know why, but brain no think at the moment), but you wish this whole conversation never happened. You don’t like it.

20 seconds left. More VOTED icons appear by your friends. Corpse is the last one to cast his ballot at, you assume, you, as the rest wait for his quick explanation before everyone (or not) returns to the game, “...Because she’s my baby.”

Goodbye. Life had been sweet, and there was sorrow, though the amount of embarrassment you feel now is worse than when the internet found your cringe worthy high school pictures on your mom’s Facebook. It’s a mixture of dread and excitement - the pleasure of being noticed, cherished even, though anxious from vulnerability. Someone is screaming a very prolonged “WHAAAAT?!”, or maybe multiple people are, you aren’t sure, your ears start to hurt from the loud, conflicting cacophony of voices as you stare blankly at the screen. You received two votes, just like Corpse, Charlie got one, the rest skipped. With no one flung out, you all find yourself back in Cafeteria again.

Baby. My baby? My baby. My baby. The sentence is playing ping-pong in your mind, reverberating louder each time. You’re actually speechless for the first time in your life; your chest hurts, your heart beating so fast your hands start shaking. Had he meant it? Or was this a some joke? Was he trying to get a rise out of you again? You might just go insane from so many questions. My baby. Holy shit, this is a heart attack, this is what a heart attack feels like, dear God, you figured you at least had ten years before you get one!

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First round ends with IMPOSTORS raining victorious. Your sixth sense had been working wonders since, true to you previous estimate, it had been Corpse. His companion was Pokimane. For absolutely no reason what’s so ever, you change her name once more from Target 4 to Target 1. Normally, you’re all for girls supporting girls. Men don’t deserve anything, really, but now you’re so flustered and still reeling from what you are 80% sure was cardiac arrest that you genuinely don’t care about your established morals.

Round two starts without much deliberation. You get CREW MATE again; the game must sense your growing bloodlust, making sure that once you do get IMPOSTOR, you will not hold back. True power is granted to those who are ready and strong enough to wield it. You wait for your moment with bated breath.

Charlie is taken from you too early. The two of you were once again caught in a discussion - God knows about what, Minecraft, hentai, oh! your server! - as you tried to card swipe for the umpteenth time. The lights blew out and you just knew one of you was getting murdered there and then. Charlie’s voice abruptly cut off, and you think a part of you died with him.

It’s a cold meeting; with your new best friend being the first to go, everyone decides to skip. You proclaim you seek vengeance. When the meeting comes to an end, Sykkuno is the first to offer his condolences.

“I’m sorry, Y/n.” He says, and while he’s not in Brooklyn, you somehow feel him patting your back. You feign a sniffle.

“There’s nothing to apologize for...” You murmur sadly, “Unless...” Your voice turns sharp as the knife that was surely twisted into Charlie’s back, “It was you?”

“NO!” He exclaims, “I would never-you gotta believe me! I would never kill him. I know he’s important to you. I wouldn’t do that, I swear.”

“He was like a brother to me.” You admit, solemn, “Charlie, if you’re haunting me right now, know I will avenge you. I will not let this go.”

Sykkuno hums, circling around you, “Hey, I have a task in Greenhouse. Would you, uh--Would like to, uhm, join me?” Despite the shaky start, he finishes on a firm, pleasant note. He’s trying to cheer you up. Having lost your closest friend, he’s offering you his company. You accept with a soft smile and a cute “Yes, please!” and he releases an airy little laugh. The two of you make your way to your favorite place in map MIRA.

It’s difficult to stay sad for long when Sykkuno’s so sweet; the atmosphere of the Greenhouse is strangely calming; your problems seem to be left behind the shut doors. If you tried hard enough, you could imagine being in an actual Greenhouse - the warm, damp air clinging to your skin, the unmistakable smell of earth and vegetation, the pleasant silence broken only by yours and his hushed voices and clumsy footsteps.

The two of you are talking. Mainly about your choice of attire. Cat first, Sykkuno ponders aloud, doing his task as you watch the plants grow, now bunny, what’s next? You affirm that you will most likely dress up in cow-print next, or as an adorable sheep. He laughs, admitting you’ll look good in anything before he trails off. His awkwardness is really endearing. 

“Or!” You chirp happily, content with being locked away with him for the whole game. The idea must be playing in his mind, too, because he seems in no rush to leave, “I could, like, dress as someone from My Hero Academia. I watched the stream you did with Stella, the one where she made you look like Todoroki. It was really cute. You were really cute.”

“Oh, uhm-well, uh, thank you, thanks, I, uhm-” He clears his throat, and despite his stutter, you hear the smile in his voice, “I-I think you’d look better, though. Not as Todoroki. Or, probably as Todoroki, too. But, uhm, what character are you thinking about?”

“Maybe Momo?”

“Momo!” He yeps, “Momo is good. Yeah, she’s great. You’ll-uhm-you’ll look amazing. Really. Momo is awesome. Very pretty. Just like you.”

You are blushing. A stupid, toothy grin makes your cheeks hurt. Your eyes flicker to the chat, but again, it’s going wild. Giggling, you thank him for his sweet words, so giddy it’s honestly embarrassing. Why can’t you stop smiling? This is incriminating. You hide your lips behind your palm.

“...What’s this?” Corpse question. You had failed to note his sudden appearance, too busy gushing. “Am I interrupting?”

“Hey, Corpse!” Sykkuno greets. For someone so awkward and shy, he sure is good at hiding it when he wants to. Perhaps it’s all an act and you had been deviously tricked! Probably not, but you can’t help but narrow your eyes suspiciously, finally able to calm down. You definitely underestimated him, you just haven’t figured out how yet, “Not really! Y/n was sad Charlie died so I took her here.”

“You interrupted our date, dipshit.” You deadpan. 

“...Fuck you say?” Corpse dares, his voice low and somewhat menacing - for someone who exclusively portrays his emotions through only his voice, he’s incredibly hard to read. This is payback. Your love for wreaking havoc resurfaces suddenly. Serves him right for pulling all this ignoring shit at the start. Maybe you’ll make him say oh again.

Your sly smirk is promptly wiped. Fuck. He said oh, he literally said oh out loud. The Teruhashi fangirl in you is screaming. You had been so caught up in defending yourself you didn’t even register it at first. Alarmed, you look at the camera, then at the chat. First oh, then my baby. There’s no way he had been teasing you, and this proves it. Holy shit. You mouth the words “HE SAID OH!” for your audience only.

now she notices

snail pace baby we’ve been loosing our shit for the past hour 

corpse x y/n saikik au enemies to lovers 500k words slow burn im here for it

opening wattpad rn^

Your heart races in your chest - it might be considered an Olympic medalist at this point; flustered yet again, you wish you could cave into yourself. You should’ve brought your bright blue wig with you to Brooklyn. Turns out it would have been perfect for this stream. Yes, yes thinking about unnecessary details always works in distracting you from the butterflies throwing a fucking rave in your stomach. 

“I guess it is a date!” Sykkuno admits, “Kinda after a funeral, but still.”

Corpse hums. You’re still too stunned to say anything. The black astronaut with adorable cat ears approaches Sykkuno. 

“It’s not.” He states. Your mouth falls open in shock as your date, your companion, the Shoto to your Momo is murdered in cold blood right in front of you. His lifeless body, cut in half, lays on the tiles by the growing flowers, right beside you, “You didn’t see shit.”

“...I didn’t see shit.” Is all you can utter, breathless and terrified.

“Thaaaat’s fucking right, baby.” Corpse coos, “Now I’m gonna report it, and I’ll say we found Sykkuno together. Better stick close to me after the meeting, got it?”

If Sykkuno is Shoto, then Corpse is definitely Dabi. 

why is that kinda hot tho omg

didn’t know i needed dom corpse since now but i do

y/n looks like shes boutta throw up lmao 

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You follow him around like a lost puppy - because what else is left for you to do!? You’re helpless in this situation. He’s got you in the palm of his hand, successfully eliminating everyone you had previously interacted with. First it was Charlie, then Sykkuno, even Sean, who said hello in passing, was shot instantly. Real Sangwoo behavior. You almost want to scream warnings at everyone to not approach you. You cannot mourn another lost crew mate, you don’t think your conscience can take it. But words fail to form. You’re too weak. You fake cry to your audience. They’re quick to remind you to stop acting like a little bitch.

“Mean.” Is all you say, eyeing the comments.

“Hm?”

“Was talking to the roaches.”

“What are they saying?”

“That I should betray you.”

“...Better not.”

A shiver shoots up your spine and you half believe he will bust down your door and drag you into his basement for real. A nervous laugh slips past your lips, “I won’t, I won’t.” You reassure him, “Don’t worry, I’m sticking with you. I haven’t seen shit.”

“I like that you listen to me. You always this agreeable?”

“You’re kinda not giving me a choice right now.” You grumble, vending yourself a drink while he looms behind you, protecting you. From who?! Himself?!

“Oh my fucking God, finally,” Bretman exclaims, “girl, I’ve been running around the whole map trynna find someone, is everyone like, dead?”

You’re scared to reply. Corpse does it for you, “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, maybe? Not sure. Where have you been?”

“Oh you know,” Bretman grins, “doing tasks, talking shit, the usual. You two are not, like, Impostors right?”

You shoot a look at Corpse, but he obviously can’t see it. Biting your lip, you murmur, “Nope.”

“Just your regular crew mates doing regular crew mate things.” Corpse says, no, purrs. Because that’s not suspicious at all. You’d recommend Bretman to run, and not only because that sounded shady as fuck. But he seems to enjoy danger, or he just doesn’t care.

“Hmmmm, crew mates, sure. Miss girl Y/n,” He’s addressing you now; you smile anxiously, “How come every time I see you, you’re with a different man?! Like damn, leave some for the rest of us, for real!”

You like Bretman. You like his high-pitched whine and drawl. You would like him even more if not for the complex situation at hand. You fear for his life. Chewing at your bottom lip, you snicker, “Sorry, Bret. I can leave you Corpse if you want?”

He laughs, “Girl, I’d say yes so fucking quick, but I know he wouldn’t want that. Normally I wouldn’t care, but y’all are such a cute couple it’s making me not want to be a shady motherfucking bitch. Changing my ways, embracing the lord. Love it.”

 Corpse doesn’t correct him that you are, in fact, not dating. His lack of reaction unnerves you slightly. Does he...? No! No think! Only exist! You catch that train of thought and steer it away from forbidden territory. Looks like it’s up to you to clear the air, and that is exactly what you do after trying to swallow down the lump in your throat, “Uh, we’re not together, actually. We’re just really good friends.”

“Bitch, then move over,” Bretman says snappily,”go like, back to your other boyfriends. Or find another one. I think I saw Dream near Navigation.”

“Near Navigation, huh?” Corpse hums thoughtfully. It’s a subtle warning, but you catch it. Yeah, even if you try running, Dream’s going to join your other ‘boyfriends’ in the afterlife. Granted, killing someone by just talking with them is kind of cool. Or maybe Stockholm Syndrome is finally kicking in, “Bret, the thing is, Y/n’s scared of dying, so she asked me to stay with her.”

It’s disturbing how good at lying he is. It is also really really attractive, as bizarre as that is.

y/n stop being in a toxic relationship with corpse challenge

making fanart of this omg her face

its the blushing for me girl get your head outta the gutter!

^she cant, it lives there

“Baby, you’re gonna fucking die if you stick with her,” Bretman points out, “have you noticed the mortality rate of her partners? Rest in peace, daddy.”

“He’s right, you know.” You mutter, dramatically looking to the side, “I’m no good, Corpse.”

“Not leaving you, end of discussion. Bretman, join us?” Corpse offers, catching you by surprise. He might still be lying, though. Creating a false sense of security before eliminating Bretman. Probably would laugh while doing it, too. Wow, he truly is evil.

Turns out he doesn’t have to do any of that, because when Dream strolls into Cafeteria, he kills Bretman instead. The two Impostors are finally revealed. You promised not to snitch on Corpse, but you didn’t say shit about not exposing Dream. You press the REPORT button and say just that: “Dream just murdered Bret right in front of me and Corpse.”

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The last meeting is called. Dream had been voted out with the help of Corpse, and now only you, he, and Rae remain.

“Baby, you know what to do.”

The VOTED icon pops up beside Corpse’s astronaut. Rae wheezes, “No! Y/n, it’s not me, you gotta believe me, I swear it’s not me!”

“...I really don’t know,” You murmur, “I’ve been with Corpse a lot, and...Rae, I’m not sure...”

“Please! I swear it on my Kagayama cardboard cut out, I’m not the Impostor, please! You know me, I’d never lie to you like this.”

“She’s definitely lying.” Corpse says, sounding pleased.

“Don’t listen to him! Remember, during the first round, when he tried to convince us that you were the Impostor? He’s doing the same shit to me!”

“I also remember you agreeing with him.” You remind her.

“I was stupid! Small dumb brain moment! He was using us to win! He’s using you right now!” She votes, “Please, Y/n, make the right choice.”

You’re silent for a moment.

“I’m gonna...I’m gonna vote for who I think it is.” You lastly say.

A slow, lazy grin makes it’s way onto your lips, eyes gleaming mischievously. You had not forgotten your promise to your brother from another mother, you had not forgotten the pride of the BDA, you had not forgotten your beautiful friendship. Two miniature astronauts pop up by Corpse’s at the exact moment Rae screeches “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!”

“Fuck.” Is all Corpse says with a laugh.

The screen changes, informing of the first CREW MATE victory.

Your ears are assaulted with different voices as you appear in the lobby.

“Now that’s what I’m fucking talking about.” Charlie raves, “I swear to fucking God, Y/n, you even got me going for a second. Pulled some 1000 IQ shit right there. It was fucking amazing. Best back stabbing I’ve seen in a while, and I’ve seen a lot.”

“That was absolutely fantastic, Y/n.” Sean applauds, “I really thought you joined Corpse like some crew mate accomplice or something. Can’t believe you switched on him at the last second.”

“That’s my wifey!” Rae cheers, strolling to you, “Love you, mwah.”

“Hey, Corpse,” Charlie calls him, “How does it feel to be a fucking loser?”

“I’m surprisingly fine with it.”

yeah he would be lmao

mom is the best snake ever i love you sm y/n

rae and y/n’s friendship....the feeeeeels

As the rest sing your praises for another solid minute or two, the third round begins. CREW MATE again. Though, just because you’re stuck as an underpaid worker in a dying spaceship, it doesn’t mean you’re innocent. Your last round proved that quite well. You can’t help but silently snicker.

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TAGLIST IS CLOSED!

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[hornime]

voyeurant | kenma kozume x f!reader

he tentatively wrapped a palm around the shaft, shuddering at the contact, his eyelids fluttering shut. god, i’m such a pervert, thinking about her like this. she’d hate me if she knew i saw her like that, knew that i was touching myself thinking about her tits...

warnings: 18+, timeskip!kenma, kinda dubcon, kenma’s unintentionally pervy, male masturbation, poorly written video game content (i tried my best), mutual pining but u both are oblivious

w/c: 1.5k

a/n: yes, the title is a shitty pun of valorant. no, i will not be changing it. also this tiktok about timeskip kenma made me giggle so pls enjoy.

voyeurant: part one ↓ | part two | part three:

“fuck, i hate this map,” kenma grumbled into his headset.

your voiced chimed in his ears. “is it ascent?” you turned to see his face on your screen, pinched in annoyance. “ha, it is ascent. sucks for you.”

“which one are you on? haven?”

“you know it,” you chuckled. “your favorite.”

“i hate you.” he weighed his options, did he really want to play this game? the layout of the world made it irritatingly hard to strategize, and today’s losing streak was making him more agitated than usual. with a sign, he closed the application. “fuck this. i’m gonna go piss.”

“yeah, yeah, you’re such a big baby. and...” you released your mouse, throwing your hands up in triumph, “we just won. at this point, i’m gonna outrank you.” you were joking, of course. kenma wasn’t just a gamer, he was kodzuken, one of japan’s best pro-gamers, and you were just someone that played as a hobby. but it was always fun to tease.

“hmm,” he hummed. “i’m sure you will.” he turned his head to look directly at his webcam, smirking, “in your dreams.”

“ooh, catboy’s getting feisty!” he flinched at the nickname. “go pee so i can beat you at your best.”

he obliged, pulling his headphones off and looping them on the top of his chair. he casually raised his middle finger at you while smoothing out strands of his hair, prompting a series of profanities to escape your mouth, none of which he could hear. he chuckled playfully as you responded with two middle fingers of your own, before moving out of the camera to get to the bathroom.

you and kenma had met in an... interesting way, to say the least. after going moderately viral from lashing out at him for refusing to heal you in a game of overwatch—while he was streaming—the two of you reconciled over a twitter thread and exchanged gamer tags. since then, you’d struck up an easygoing friendship, characterized by almost nightly discord calls and occasional flirting. but we’re just friends, you often reminded yourself. and you were fine, well, mostly fine, with that.

tonight was like any other night: both you and him spending hours in a video chat with nothing better to do than mindlessly play games and bash each other. it was more than enough to strengthen your relationship but fell short of giving you the romantic tension you craved.

with kenma off in the bathroom, you, already bored, spun wildly in your chair. forgetting that your earbuds were still plugged in, the white wire caught on an opened can of coke sitting on your desk, spilling the sugary drink all over your keyboard and the front of your shirt. 

“shit!” you quickly scrambled for paper towels, but the still-connected wire yanked you backwards. in your haste for something to wipe the soda with, the fact that your camera remained on in the video call completely slipped your mind. making the split-second decision that the trip for a towel wasn’t worth it at this point, you quickly whipped off your shirt, dabbing the keys with the part that was still dry. since you were home, you’d gone braless, and your current predicament had you flashing your webcam.

now, kenma had seen a lot of things from your side of the call: he’d seen you get chewed out by your residential advisor for being too loud, you with two sticks of pocky poking out of your mouth like walrus tusks, and you doing random cosplay moves you’d seen on tiktok. what he wasn’t expecting to see, not even in his wildest dreams, was a screenful of your tits, slightly damp from the cola that had seeped through the fabric of your long-gone shirt.

he stopped in his tracks, still out of the frame of his camera, eyes wide and heart racing, desperately trying to calm down and prevent the gradual hardening of his cock in his pants. unable to deny his desires, he continued staring at your plump breasts on his computer, you completely unaware that he could see you.

you quickly threw your soaked top in the laundry basket before throwing on a random sweatshirt and trying to calm your frazzled nerves. you tentatively touched your keyboard, groaning internally when you fingers lightly stuck to the buttons. it’s gonna take forever to clean this, you mourned.

“hey,” kenma mumbled, reappearing on screen and shaking you out of your thoughts.

“hey.” you noticed his flushed expression. “are you okay? you look really red.”

“uh, yeah. i actually uh, i feel kinda sick. so i’m gonna, gonna go.”

“oh, okay.” why’s he acting so weird? “feel better!” you disconnected from the call with a huff, disappointment morphing your face into a pout. well, you thought, better get to cleaning.

kenma, on the other hand, was still, swallowing as the bulge in his boxers became agonizingly hard. though the only thing left on his screen was his reflection staring back at him, the luscious view of your bust was etched in his mind. his hands moved to free his cock, the tip an angry red and smearing pre-cum over the waistband of his underwear. 

he tentatively wrapped a palm around the shaft, shuddering at the contact, his eyelids fluttering shut. god, i’m such a pervert, thinking about her like this. she’d hate me if she knew i saw her like that, knew that i was touching myself thinking about her tits...

“fuck,” he whined, slowly stroking up and down. his thighs trembled as he fell back into his chair, mind wandering. he couldn’t stop himself, his thoughts become more and more lewd, fantasizing about how your breasts would bounce as he thrusted into you, how your thighs would wrap warmly around your head as he ate you out, how you’d cry out his name so prettily when he made you squirt around his fingers.

it was all too much, and as the circle he made with his fingers tightened as he reached his tip, he lurched forward, alarmed at how good everything felt just by thinking about you. i can’t cum, i can’t, the small part of his brain that wasn’t completely overtaken with pleasure tried to reason with him. there’s no going back if i—shit—if i cum. she’ll know, somehow, if i—if i cum, i—

the ecstasy kept clouding his judgement and his body worked against his mind as his hand pumped faster and faster while his conscience screamed to stop. his wrist wetly slapped the base of his cock, the sounds of both his hands and his moans getting too loud for comfort, but all he could think about was you. your eyes, your mouth, your chest, your legs, your ass, your pussy. god, he wanted to be in you so badly.

he couldn’t hold back, his insatiable need to cum overriding his senses, and the translucent liquid twitched out of his throbbing cock in spurts, drenching his fist and his balls. “fuck, fuck, fuck. i’m—fuck.”

he collapsed against the back of his chair, chest heaving with the sheer intensity of his orgasm. he combed a hand through his hair, the consequences of his actions now weighing heavily on his shoulders. i’m never gonna be able to look at her in the eyes again, he lamented. how am i ever gonna—damn it. 

the sudden ping of a notification had his eyes raising from the mess on his pants towards his computer screen. 

meanwhile, you were messaging kenma, a little off-put by his sudden radio silence but chalking it all up to his mysterious sickness.

[11:05 PM] you: hey ken! hope u feel better

[11:05 PM] you: if u get the chance u should check out what i added to our minecraft house. its perfect for sick victorian orphans like u

[12:14 PM] you: guess

[12:05 PM] you: guess

[12:05 PM] you: guess

[12:05 PM] you: guess

[12:05 PM] you: why arent u responding

[12:05 PM] you: guess

[12:05 PM] you: ok u got me ill tell u

[12:05 PM] you: its a hot tub

[12:05 PM] you: but with soup

[12:05 PM] you: but the soup is lava

[12:05 PM] you: genius right

[12:06 PM] you: anyway get some sleep and feel better <3

[12:06 PM] you: lmk if u wanna play animal crossing

[12:06 PM] you: actually no u should sleep. rest ur eyes and shit

[12:06 PM] you: no animal crossing for u!

[12:06 PM] you: sleep well so i can destroy ur ass in val tmrw

[12:06 PM] you: >:)

he sighed as he read your one-sided ramblings. he really liked you.

and he really wanted to fuck you. lucky for you, you wanted the exact same thing. 

if only kenma knew what you did on the other side of the screen, hands in your undies and his name on your lips...

>> part two

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[thefanficmonster]

The Five Scares (and one revenge)

Corpse Husband x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Swearing 

Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Having a tendency to scare people, Corpse has gotten used to his friends being jumpy whenever he appears from the void into a Discord call with them. However, the one who has it the roughest with the spooks has to be his partner Y/N. Basically: The five times Corpse scared Y/N and the one time they scared him

Requested by Anon. Hi darling! Thank you so much for your lovely request it was a real joy to write and I had a ton of fun doing so! Hope you have equally as wonderful of a time if you happen to come across it and give it a read despite the long wait you’ve had to endure which I apologize for. Love, Vy ❤

I

Having had to go home for the night to keep an eye on their roommate’s dog, Y/N and Corpse agreed to have a video call before they fell asleep. They didn’t want to appear like that typical clingy and cheesy couple but after spending almost a whole week curled up in Corpse’s apartment, the two would feel each other’s absence to a very saddening degree to the point where they’d even forget the other isn’t around and would call out to them. 

Letting the call ring, Y/N’s hand comes up to smooth out their hair. However, the touch reveals to them that their hair needs a bit more than a simple tap or a pat to be tamed so while they wait for Corpse to answer the call, they quickly head to their bathroom. Flicking the light on, their reflection greets them with the underwhelming news of the actual state of their hair at the moment: an absolute mess. They proceed to do their best with the single hair-tie they have handy. A bobby pin or two would be neat but they have no time to go and grab one right now, seeing as how they can’t recall if they even brought them back from Corpse’s apartment. If they didn’t, they would have to search their roommate’s room for some which would take an even longer amount of time.

Eventually, they manage to tame it in something closely resembling a presentable ponytail and exit the bathroom feeling more exhausted than before. With a loud sigh, they crash onto their bed, face-first into the sea of pillows, groaning at the slight sting of their muscles relaxing at last.

“Y/N?“ The decently loud mention of their name by a deep, familiar yet sudden and unexpected voice startles them to the point of squealing and jumping an entire inch away from where they were positioned.

They look around their room in a frenzy, wondering where on Earth that voice came from and how it could be here with them right now.

“Y/N, you there?”, before they could locate it, it emerges once again, helping Y/N get an ide of where it’s coming from - somewhere in the messed up bed sheets.

“Corpse?“ They finally find their voice, “Y-yeah I’m here. Question is: how are you...“ and then it all clicks, causing them to twist their face in an expression of utter disappointment and bury it in the palms of their hands, groaning.

“You forgot about the video chat, didn’t you?“ Corpse asks, amusement not even attempted to be hidden in his voice.

“Yup.“

II

It’s been one hell of a day. Y/N’s college lectures exhausted them to a max and their six hour job following their classes did nothing to help them AT ALL. Quite the opposite actually. Makes sense why they look, move and talk the way they’re doing right now: like a ghost, zombie and an elder combined in one. To add to their misfortunes for the day, they were met with the mocking ‘OUT OF ORDER’ sign taped to the doors of the elevator, laughing in their face with the information that their hellish experience for the day is far from over.

Just the thought of having to climb to the fifth floor made their stomach turn in the most unpleasant way possible, but the though of how long that would take made matters even worse. Arriving at their designated apartment, they have every right to be pissed, cussing their heart out. 

However, then comes a new problem: the inability to pinpoint the correct key. They proceed to curse themselves, the keys, the door handle and the door itself before punching the poor wood that did no wrong and just stands here, serving its purpose of keeping unwanted people out of the apartment it’s guarding.

Following their anger outburst and front-door-abuse, they proceed to try finding the correct key once again, this time slightly more calmly as to not accidentally miss it in their frantic rifling.

Right as they’re about to try the third key, however, the door opens. Well, it’s opened by someone on the other side, that someone being none other than their boyfriend Corpse who’s currently staring at them wide-eyed, one eyebrow raised, the word ‘confused’ basically written across his face.

While he’s processing the sight in front of him, Y/N lets out a little scream, jumping back and away from the door, a hand placed over their chest as their wide eyes scan their boyfriend who now seems equally terrified as a result of their reaction.

“Corpse?!“ They manage to gasp, barely hearing their own voice over the loud thumping of their heart and the rush of blood in their ears, “What the hell are you doing here?!“

The confusion on Corpse’s face deepens, reaching whole new levels as his eyes gaze deeper into theirs, searching for the meaning behind their bizarre question. “You mean...at my own apartment? What am I doing, at home?“

For a few seconds, the two just stare blankly at one another, processing everything that’s just happened. Suddenly, it all just kinda caves for Y/N and they burst out laughing, doubling over, their arms clutching at their stomach as they do so. Their laughter is contagious, so Corpse can’t help but let out a few chuckles himself.

“Alright, you’ve been driven to insanity, I can tell.“ He mumbles at his reckless partner, coming up behind them and wraps his arms around them, lifting them up and carrying their laughing ass inside.

III

Finally deciding to sit down and get this damn project started, Y/N already feels like they’ve had enough of it, burnout already creeping in and threatening to ruin their work and trip them up every step of the way. It wouldn’t have been so bad had the subject not been one they absolutely despise and wish they could get out of studying but alas they’re stuck with it.

They equip their headphones as soon as they plant their butt on the desk chair in their tiny room in their tiny roommate-shared apartment, putting their Spotify playlist on shuffle as they open a blank Power Point document. They work better with music blasting in their ears since the silence tends to be too loud and distracting when they’re trying to focus. So, that way they can also sing their heart out in peace and not get disturbed by the sound of their own off-key singing. Win-win, basically.

Singing ‘Never Forget You’ by Zara Larsson and MNEK, they get a little carried away, ditching the project to enter a full-blown music video they can imagine down to the detail in their mind.

However, there’s a surprise awaiting them.

As soon as MNEK’s part of the song begins, another voice apart from his echoes through their headphones, singing along to the song. Freaking the fuck out, they let out a loud scream, smacking the headset off them, sending the object falling and landing on their laptop keyboard with a crash that only serves to further startle their roommate’s dog which comes to check if they are being attacked or something only to be disappointed by the lack of action.

When pushing the headphones off, they did so with a force strong enough to snap the cable out of the laptop entirely so now the room is filled with the sound of that same foreign voice laughing his ass off.

A voice that belongs to no other than Corpse Husband himself.

“You gotta learn to disconnect from Discord calls, Y/N.“ The fucker says, still cackling wholeheartedly at his partner’s misery.

Pissed off or not, Y/N would have to admit he’s got a point. But they’d also rather never speak again than admit it so...

“Fuck you!“ is what they say instead, seconds before disconnecting.

IV

Making breakfast is not something either Corpse or Y/N are used to, mostly cause they both either wake up late or skip the meal entirely. Regardless, having been given a day off from work and having no classes since it’s Saturday, Y/N saw no better way to start their day off than to prepare a nice breakfast for them and their boyfriend to enjoy. Problem is: they aren’t the most skilled in the kitchen. Sure they can scramble an egg or make mac and cheese, but in order to do it correctly they are not allowed to have distractions of any kind. Not even music, that’s how you know it’s serious.

Seeing as how Corpse has never seen them cook, he’s obviously unaware of theirs. The dummy straight up waltzes into the kitchen, unintentionally remaining unspotted and unheard by Y/N because he’s barefoot and because they have their back turned to him.

“Whatya cooking over there babe?“

Y/N’s focus bubble, being as thin as it is and considering they initially thought Corpse was still asleep, they have every right to let out the yelp they just did, dropping the egg they were gonna crack over the pan in said pan in its entirety - yes, shell and all.

A moment of silence commences: regretful on Corpse’s end and frustrated on theirs. Neither of them dares to say anything to avoid triggering the other. Well, that’s the case until Y/N decides enough’s enough and they turn to look at him, a wide, obviously fake smile plastered onto their face.

“Scrambled eggs, following a secret recipe, property of the L/N family.“

Seems like your pre-breakfast snack is an extra large dose of sarcasm, huh?

V

“So, how was your day? You sound pretty chipper so I take it wasn’t a nightmare like a few days ago.“ Corpse comments over the phone, listening to shuffling and shifting as Y/N moves around the apartment, getting ready to head out.

“It was great actually. Got some important results back and, not to brag or anything, but they were higher than I expected.“ They reply, a genuine wide grin refusing to leave their face as they silently count the amount of money they’ve got in their wallet. “I’m gonna go buy a cake so we can celebrate it. It’s no small deal, trust me, especially not when I initially thought I’d fail both these exams to the point of being pitied.“

“Wait...-“ Corpse attempts, his voice suddenly sounding strained and urgent but that’s the very reason he cannot seem to find or get the right words out of his system. Not that Y/N gives him any time to figure it out.

“No Corpse, you cannot change my mind. Cake and beers, we’re celebrating toni- SHIT!“ They scream as they throw open the front door, bumping square into someone standing on the other side, almost dropping their phone.

Taken aback by embarrassment and fear, they leap back, their eyes searching for the ones of the person whose personal space they just invaded. Well, to be fair, he was the one invading their personal space by standing right outside the door to their - well, to Corpse’s apartment.

The fear and irritation die down almost instantly when Y/N recognizes the person standing opposite them.

“Mind telling me why we’re talking on the phone when you could’ve come in and we could’ve had a normal person conversation?!“ They snap, ironically enough - they’re still holding the phone to their ear.

So is Corpse whos is smiling guiltily, “That’s why I called, I forgot my keys, but I got...carried...sorry.”

Well, at least this serves as proof Y/N’s not the only forgetful one.

                                                            ~  ~  ~

Corpse has been stuck in his recording room for four hours now, never stopping his stream to take care of his basic human needs such as eating or going to the bathroom. This behavior of his has Y/N worried sick and unable to focus on the task at hand - an assignment they’ve been trying to finish for two hours now, sitting with their computer on their lap and looking hopelessly at the blank Word document waiting for them to fill it up while they are waiting for it to start writing itself.

Seeing as how neither are gonna happen, not until Y/N puts their mind at ease, they slowly put the laptop aside, standing up to carefully skip on over to Corpse’s recording room to check on him, stopping by the kitchen to grab him a snack and a bottle of water along the way.

The door to the darkened room is open a crack, as usual, suggesting they can enter without knocking - this also means he’ll probably not hear them even if they knock so the whole gesture would be pointless. Not that Y/N has a tendency to knock or anything... Waltzing in, they find that the only light in the room is the very faint and dark glow of the computer screen which is displaying a dark and dingy room from a first-person view of the protagonist of whatever game Corpse’s currently playing.

“Corpse?!“ They whisper-yell/hiss at him, trying their best to grasp his attention without startling him - they don’t need to be told that the game is of the horror genre and the last thing they need is for their boyfriend to flip backwards and fall out of his chair because they scared the shit out of him. “Hey?!“

Neither attempts prove futile so, despite their best instincts telling them differently, they walk over to him and tap him on the shoulder. The reaction, while within the realm of expectancy, is a lot more startled than they expected, accompanied by a scream on top of all. They’d never heard him scream in fear before, it’s quite amusing if they’re being honest.

They suppress a snicker as Corpse’s wide open eyes meet their squinting ones in the darkness, “Y/N...babe...what is it? Is everything ok?”

Y/N rolls their eyes, “No, everything isn’t ok. Your unhealthy habit of forgetting to take care of yourself, for example.” They put the snack and the bottle on the his desk, giving him their best disappointed-parent look before turning on their heel to strut their way out of the room. However, just as they are about to make their exit, they stop right at the doorframe, giving their stunned one final glance over their shoulder with a smug smirk playing across their face, “Oh and by the way, that’s what I like to call revenge.” Just like that, they leave, pushing the door back into its previous position.

And boy, is it some sweet, sweet revenge.

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[hangezoeenthusiast]

Pc

gn!reader

pronouns: they/them

type: small angst, mostly fluff

person: quackity

warnings: yelling, cursing

word count: 825

"maybe if i hide the pc, he won't notice, wait shit, he's will notice his pc is gone, maybe if i pretend everything is ok, maybe he won't know it's me, wait that's also stupid, maybe i just hid." you thought.

honestly, you didn't know if quackity would be mad, sad, or downright pissed at you if he found out. so you took the idea that you would hide from him, waiting for him to come back home, hoping he wouldn't be mad at you.

honestly, you didn't know if quackity would be mad, sad, or downright pissed at you if he found out. so you took the idea that you would hide from him, waiting for him to come back home, hoping he wouldn't be mad at you.

"HEY Y/N, WHERE ARE YOU, I GOT YOU CHICKEN NUGGIES FROM MC DONALDS, HONESTLY, BURGER KING COULD'VE BEEN BETTER." he screamed for you. he didn't know what you were doing or where you were, so he screamed again, "Y/NNN ARE YOU OKAY, DID YOU GET KIDNAPPED, KIDNAPPER, DON'T STEAL MY BUNS, THEY ARE SOOOO JUICY." he jokingly yelled.

he didn't believe that you were kidnapped, since there was no sign of forced entry. "Y/NN ARE YOU OK, SERIOUSLY WHERE ARE YOU." he finally yelled, actually concerned for your wellbeing.

you could hear quackity stomping around the house, trying to find you. you were hiding under his bed, with tiger next to you. you heard him get closer to his room, feeling his concern through the door. he opened the door, and looked around for you.

in the midst of looking for you, he found his pc ruined, water everywhere, and paper towels everywhere. "WHAT THE FUCK." he exclaimed. he had all his info on this, the stupid exe files of stupid fanmade fnaf games, minecraft, discord, and other important things.

"Y/N THIS ISN'T FUNNY, PLEASE COME OUT." he angrily said. this wasn't getting funnier to him. he made the decision in his head that you ruined his pc, and was hiding from his wrath(damn, that sounds dramatic).

hearing the anger in his voice, you decided to stay under the bed, but tiger gave you away. tiger came out from the bed, went to get a toy, then put it down in front of your face, showing that tiger wanted to play with you.

you hear footsteps come closer to alex's bed, then you felt a presence look at you. you raised your head from on the carpet, when you saw quackity's face looking at you angrily. "hey quackity, how ya doing." you said innocently.

"maybe if i act like i didn't do it, maybe he won't be angry at me." you thought.

"dude, why the fuck did you ruin my pc? that was a lot of money to buy it" he demanded. you rambled on and on about how you were doing some wonky movements, when you bumped into something, and accidentally spilled water on his pc.

"ohh, well it's ok y/n." he stated. you were confused, you thought he would be angry, well he was angry at first, why would he be ok? "that was my backup pc, my main one is getting looked at, because of the stupid file for a fanmade fnaf game made me get a stupid virus." he answered your question. you face had confusion on it, but then you realized what happened, you were there at that moment.

"HEYY CHAT, SHOULD I DOWNLOAD THIS FNAF GAME." it was an exe file for a game, which everyone knows it bad. chat was spamming no, but he decided to do it anyways. when the file finished downloading, he opened the game, and instantly his pc crashed. "damn big q, what you do to your pc?" you asked walking into his room "my game crashed." he pouted.

he knew that it would result to something bad, but he would just restart his computer, but it did that.

"ohhhh, but still sorry, i still ruined one of your pcs alex." "it's ok, i'm actually getting my pc tomorrow, chat can get a stream as soon as i get my pc back." you sighed, thank goodness quackity wasn't pissed at you. like he read your mind he stated, "i'm still mad at you though, you still ruined one of my pcs." "i can get you a new one, or maybe i can try to get it fixed."

"no offense y/n/n, but why do you think i would give this to you again?"

"because your my best friendddd?"

"yeah, but i'm not giving you this pc, you have offically have your privileges of obtaining my valuables removed."

"heyyy, big q, nooo."

"nope, you are punished for a month. but anyway, are you coming out to eat your chicken nuggies, or can i have them."

"nope, i heard you the million times you said that."

[jaskiersvalley]

The Wild Hunt was coming, they were racing to seize Geralt and Ciri, and with each passing day their net got tighter. Naturally there was a lot of bickering about what to do next. Oddly though, it wasn't Geralt or Ciri getting into fights. It was Jaskier and Cahir.

"Look, you overgrown lizard, Vicovaro is safer!" Cahir spat as he huddled close to the camp fire. Something about being from Vicovaro meant he felt the cold more keenly. Some days Geralt was convinced he was going to wake to find Cahir had managed to huddle in the embers of the fire.

The only one who was likely to ever fight Cahir for a place in the remains of the fire was Jaskier, who was snapping and snarling. "Safer? Nothing is safe from the Wild Hunt! Lettenhove and Oxenfurt both offer resources beyond what a backwater swap like Vicovaro can offer. Safer my ass, bird brain."

It had been going on like that for long enough that Geralt and Ciri were exchanging more and more exasperated looks. In the end Geralt snapped.

"Nice you both think you have a say in where we go. Ciri and I are going to Kaer Morhen."

The squawking and hissing of exclamations was a bit discordant and Geralt winced. There was something about it being certain death there and dooming them all to a miserable, cold end to existence.

"At least you'll get to see the others, feathers." Jaskier muttered to Cahir.

"And you'll have your nest."

Sometimes Geralt wondered just what language those two spoke. The words were in Common but it sure as shit made zero sense. The trudge up to Kaer Morhen was cold. Winter was chasing their heels, made all the colder by the worry that the Wild Hunt was just behind them. It wasn't the warm welcome of getting home. Their bedraggled little group stumbled through the doors, worry etched on their faces. The others were around them in a heartbeat, greeting them and fussing.

There wasn't much time to plan. The temperature dropped and they all slept with their weapons and armour to hand and easy to sling on. Such preparedness was proven to be necessary. As the first rays of the sun crested the treetops, the horn of the Wild Hunt woke them. Despite knowing it was coming, firm in the fact that it was inevitable, that nobody outran the Wild Hunt, it was still a shock that they had finally arrived.

Armed to the teeth, they marched out of the keep, well aware that this was possibly the last time some of them did so. Nobody went up against the Wild Hunt and won. But they were going to try.

Battles were never long, especially not when it was such a small group fighting. Winning was never really a probable outcome. Despite their skills, their endurance, their mutations and determination, fatigue set in. It was difficult to keep an eye on each other, mostly hearing the grunts, the sharp cry as a hit went through and something hurt. Vesemir was cornered, outnumbered and overwhelmed with the others too far away to help until a cry of "regroup!" rang out. The army term had to come from Cahir and Geralt managed to drag an injured Vesemir away. They formed a circle around him, swords raised. Except the Wild Hunt showed no mercy, they waited for no man and they advanced.

"Fuck this," Cahir growled and his sword clattered to the ground. The next moment he was pulling his shirt over his head and shoving it at Lambert. "Keep it safe for me, I actually like that shirt. Quens at the ready. Scales, you know your job."

With that, Cahir charged. The others were helpless to watch was arrows thudded into Cahir's body but he pushed out through sheer force of will, slamming into the middle of the Wild Hunt. A sword glinted in the early morning light as the sun finally appeared over the trees, casting everything in a golden glow. The sword fell, skewered Cahir with unerring accuracy.

"Quen!" Jaskier screamed as the world exploded in light and heat. It lasted way too long, the quens trembled under the force of the fiery blast, even as something else was wrapped around the group to keep them safe.

There was silence.

Once by one, the group dropped their guard and watched as leathery wings opened up to reveal a charred and smoking patch where the Wild Hunt and Cahir had been. In the centre of it was a pile of ash in a lump.

"What the fuck?" Eskel was the first to speak, watching as a dragon lumbered from their group towards the pile of glowing ash.

"Jaskier?" The fact Geralt's voice broke over the name spoke volumes about his general state.

Looking over his shoulder, Jaskier let out a smoky snort. "Don't you Jaskier me, young man."

That seemed to break the tension and Lambert burst out laughing, soon joined by the others until they were all but crying. Curiously, Jaskier curled up around the ash pile, rumbling deep in his chest and blowing a small mouthful of fire at it. Some of the ash cleared to show a black mound lined by gold. Almost like an-

"Is that an egg?" Eskel stepped closer and was growled at by Jaskier until he hastily backed up.

"Unfortunately." Another burst of fire and the egg quivered.

Almost horrified, the group watched it crack, a fragment of shell falling into the nest of ash to reveal a beak. From the back Vesemir let out a groan.

"A fucking phoenix, right?"

The hum of agreement from Jaskier brought forth another medley of disbelief and outcries.

"I never wanted to be responsible for one," he rumbled darkly. "I'm not the nesting kind."

"Wait," Lambert clutched at Eskel's arm as he peered at the hatching egg. "What are you saying?"

The world's ugliest hatchling stuck its head out and screeched at Jaskier who rolled his eyes. "You watch that filthy mouth of yours. This is your doing, not mine."

"Please tell me that's not Cahir," Eskel whispered, eyes glued to the chick in horror.

Far too cheery, Jaskier nodded his huge head. "Yep. That's your boyfriend. You'd better build a nice warm fire to keep him in because I am not babysitting for you."

At the confused sound caught in Eskel's throat Vesemir finally took pity. "Dragons are nannies to phoenix families. They're one of the few creatures capable and willing to keep a chick safe while the parents do their thing."

"Don't worry," Jaskier cut in. "He'll remember how to shift in a week or two. You'll have your boyfriend back."

The soft, wet "oh thank fuck" from Eskel was buried in Lambert's neck. Much more gently, Jaskier added.

"It's over. He took care of the Wild Hunt. You're safe now."