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semischarmed · 4 years

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There he was. Lucas, in deep sleep. His snores fill the bedroom, barely lit by moonlight. The night was hot, and humid air envelops you both. Sweet, sweet Lucas- probably one of your nicest friends. Just a bit introspective, but you somewhat admired that in him. He was cute, sure, but he also exuded a beauty, a handsomeness that eclipsed many others. The way his eyes glistened intently whenever you held a conversation with him. They way his brows furrowed and gaze look into the distance whenever he was in deep thought. The way just the slightest folds on the corners of his eyes appeared whenever he smiled. The man was truly genuine, and whenever you two conversed he made sure you were the only thing that mattered in the world. Of course, who could forget that laugh. A quiet confidence and a mature self-acceptance brought to life with a bit of playful, youthful vibrancy. Truly everything that was this man, everything that was your Lucas was pinnacle, in your eyes. There would no other person in the world for you beyond him.

And in this most intimate of places, you see a side of him previously unseen. Damn those muscles. You knew he was relatively fit, but unhindered by his normal choice of clothing, they were massive. You note the delicate craftsmanship, the hills and valleys glistening, almost glowing in the moonlight. This man, who had trusted you enough to give you spare keys to his home, this man you had been yearning for years in secret was almost yours. A relationship, a friendship? No, one could not settle for just that. You would not be content until your every moment and his aligned. Pure, complete becoming. Lucas was your destiny.

With palms sweaty in anticipation, you chant the ancient words- spoken in long-dead tongues, invoking long-dead gods at your behest. These words did not come cheap. They were manifest from years of research and vast sums of wealth. Neither of which truly mattered anymore though, for what price could possibly ever match to perfection? The spell is near-complete, yet Lucas still slumbers.

Amidst the humid air and the warmth enveloping you both, there was on odd coldness. A coldness you could feel in your soul. Brisk, ancient, prickling sensations. Magic.The spell you were casting, despite being surely off-pronunciation was working. As you had found out magic, was 99% intent anyways, and you were single-track in this endeavor. You increase the speed of your speech in anticipation. ‘Oh Lucas… babe…just wait…almost there….’

“…sanguiniu- “ You cut yourself off by the sight before you. The spell was broken slightly but you can’t help but stare hungrily.

In the entrance to the moist cavern of his mouth, you catch sight of his tongue- fleshy, thick, enveloped in a film of his saliva. Damn. It was teasing you, just hanging out there in the night air. With every rise and fall of his chest, it slowly followed suit, gently bobbing, slowly pulling you forward.

You bite your lip when you notice a bit of drool pool on the corner of his mouth. He smiles a bit. Must have been a good dream. ‘Ugh. Even sleeping sloppy he was so cute.’

As you walk up to him, warm gusts of air gently caress your face, encircling and filling into your nostrils. This wasn’t just air. It was Lucas’ air- soon to be your air, beckoning it’s new owner in. And it smelled nice. There was a pleasant muskiness about it. The spell wasn’t complete, but what’s the harm in a brief pause? You wouldn’t ever get a chance to experience Lucas like this anyway, at least not after you complete the incantation.

You lean closer to his mouth. “Should I….?” You gently wrap your lips around his tongue, pulling it into a fleshy envelope and begin sucking on it gently. ‘Ugh… sweet, Sweet Lucas. God, he even tasted delicious. As you feel his fleshy pink mass in your mouth, you can’t help but smile siphon a bit of him, a bit of his taste.

When you draw some of Lucas’ saliva into yourself, you near-faint in bliss. Fuck. You shiver uncontrollably at the notion of having a piece of Lucas inside you. This was everything. The flavor was unreal, much like his scent, it had earthy if somewhat salty notes but the muskiness, the raw testosterone in it was far more pronounced. It was an injection of pure Lucas inside yourself. You couldn’t help but suck just a bit more him in.

The mouth surrounding that tongue was your entrance to the future, to your true self. Goddamn inviting. You even cum a little as you continue drawing more and more of Lucas and smash your head towards his open maw. “Mmmmm” you moan from your chest and throat, when he begins following suit, plump lips drawing over yours, bringing you closer as well. It purely instinctual on his end- didn’t fucking matter. All that rang true to you, all that mattered was that his reflexes, his body at that moment wanted you.

Lucas gags a little, breaking his unconscious silence as he inadvertently draws more and more of you into him. You relish in the moment, in the binding of your tongue to his, in the suction you feel emanating from his tongue. In your eyes, this was what his body wanted. what Lucas wanted. Of course it was. Your true place, your rightful place in this world was being a part of the Lucas experience, was being in him, was living as him. The corners of his lips turn into a more pronounced frown. His breathing hastens and in your intimate position, you steal each of these breaths into yourself. He awakes to the sight of his good friend uncomfortably close over his body. Impossibly close, in fact, and locked in orgasmic bliss. You sneer continue with your odd “kiss”. It was passionate, sloppy- at least from your end. Locked in ecstasy, you pay little mind to his attempts to pull you away. You’re not fucking letting go though, and maintain yourself lock on his tongue. This “kiss” was exactly how you’d always imagined it to be, only far more visceral, more raw. Imagination could only take you so far, after all. Heat exudes his chest and you greedily push your body stuck to his. A soft, slick sound is heard when both your chests stick together, sweat mixing. In his panicked breaths, you feel powerful lungs draw in and expand into you, squishing more of his skin over yours. Goddamn you can’t wait for it to be you using those lungs, flaunting those muscles, speaking through that mouth with that tongue. You can’t wait to make those vocal cords yours, to make them utter phrases they’ve never had to.

You smile as the magic begins to do its work. Tongues are drawn together, drawn to be one, and your face starts to squish into him. In his eyes he can only see yours sparkle in lust. You moan further. “Tho close. We’re almoth there Lucath….almoth uth…almoth one” you half mumble in slurred movements.

Then, you feel it. Lucas’ tongue. The persistent suction drawing you into him. The nerves of his tongue tasting and feeling yours. ‘This is it. One last push further.’ You muse. You start moaning louder as he tries in vain to push you out, but you’re already melded to him- your skin and meat and bones already liquefying and condensing into a mass onto his tongue. He can feel it too. Pure Treachery. You begin to finish out the words of the spell. Now intimately, physically connected, Lucas is forced to repeat the words with you. The spell is complete. Of course, intent had been muddled by the now-awake Lucas, and words slipped and slid around your conjoined tongue. Didn’t matter, apparently, as you still felt the air become heavy with ancient briskness and enclose around you two. In a slosh, your entire form pushes into his tongue enveloping it. The pressure in the air is now crushing, and you feel yourself crumple, congeal, and consolidate into his tongue. In that pressure, you felt yourself born anew, bound, a part of Lucas. Finally, to be one.

Lucas wakes in a cold sweat, shivering despite the warm night air. His tongue dangles off to the side of his open mouth. “Weird” he states, before pulling it back in. “What a fucking dream” he states before gently dozing back off to sleep.

So, that spell was a bit of letdown. In the afterglow of the event, you soon realize the mistake made in clouded judgement. Rites, ancient languages and their intricacies. You never quite gotten that intent correct. You realize your mistake in your new form. You try to move, only to realize that while you were indeed a part of Lucas, only his tongue dangles slightly.

Still being his tongue was not all bad. You are a now fully a part of him after all, so you feel yourself swell in pride at being a part of this handsome man. Besides, as a tongue, taste was all amplified. When Lucas had later awoken and eaten that first breakfast, it was near-orgasmic. What would have been a fairly simple breakfast was nothing short of divine. Even something as simple as toast- from his mouth that initial first crunch, the particles that first fell on you, the short, roasted crumbs with an almost decadent caramel tone- it was all too much to handle. Bread never tasted like this. The coffee he drank was even better. It was bitter, like all coffee, but it was a deep, rich bitterness, swirled through an undeniable nuttiness and the mild thick sweetness of the cream. Of course, as his tongue you could move slightly. You used this tiny bit of control you had to make sure every crunch, every slurp mattered. Lucas noticed his tongue move almost of its own volition, effortlessly gliding over each bite, rubbing over every ridge, showing its master the joy in the mundane. It would be his slowest and most delicious breakfast to date. Every bite and every lick its own coordinated effort. One hundred percent Lucas, one hundred percent you. Something as mundane as breakfast became a synchronized dance between you two. There would be no one closer to him than this. To top it all off, you got to be where you wanted afterward- in Lucas. It was like a warm, wet embrace in his body’s own little way.

Though frankly, his taste in food could use some work. Those fucking protein shakes. Goddamn you swear the man drinks one for every meal. Vile, chalky, tasteless liquids that he forces you to swallow. If you still had a throat, you’d gag every time. Of course you cannot and are forced to take it, forced to move however his nerves direct.

For now, this would be fine, because when he wasn’t eating that very same flavor, that very same essence of Lucas that you crave enveloped you perpetually. It’s like the “kiss” from that night, he’s unwittingly got you locked in one with him for eternity.

—

Living as his tongue for the past few weeks has been amazing, but you can’t help but wonder about what could have been. You’ve since been accustomed to eating the same meals he did, to working as his tongue and have even gotten a bit more autonomy. Still, this was his body and he was the boss and it readily pushed a command that you could not disobey.

You actually felt yourself a little larger of a presence in him, though you still couldn’t quite grasp why.

Today, Lucas was out walking with his friend. Mark. Lucas would always be first in your mind, but Mark was a close second. Your mind wanders, brewing lustful, sinful thoughts about Mark. As you squirm inside Lucas, something changes. There was something else beyond just his tongue. You firmly take it into yourself, before continuing in your Mark-filled stream. Without warning, Lucas goes up to his dear friend for a quick lick.

“Hey sexy”

It’s barely audible, but unquestionably there. No one dare say another word in tense air.

“Handsssomeee…”

The word slices through the tension clean. As a part of him, you feel warmth bloom inside Lucas. His face is bright red.

Mark calls Luke’s bluff. “Haha bro… you really into me like that?” You feel Lucas’ throat close up. “N-no dude, er-it’s not like that” he replies meekly.

Mark takes the compliment in stride though, jokingly giving Lucas a wink, and playfully punching his shoulder. “Whatever bro, if you’re gonna stand there oogling, at least pay for my dinner” he laughs. In that brief moment of vulnerability, you flash just the lightest bit of control over that very same shoulder he punched. Addicting. The second taste of Lucas’ body. Lucas reacts to the muscle spasm by shivering slightly and wiping the punch off. “Haha, Fuck you too Mark” he laughs before absentmindedly licking his lips. By this point, you can barely pay attention to the outside world.

Because inside Lucas, inside the future you, acquisition. Ecstasy. For at this moment, you now felt his lungs-those lungs-your. lungs. You now felt his throat, his voice. In every breath he draws, you loan him back control, but it’s truly yours. You feel yourself expand and contract in slow, rhythmic motions. You feel the muscles surrounding them, and his warm heart pumping inside you. You feel yourself vibrate as he contorts you to form his sentences. It was divine. You start to chuckle, which results in the Lucas of the outer world choking slightly mid-sentence. Unfinished spells and unfinished magic were quite unpredictable but slowly, surely, the spell did its work. ’So that’s how it is.’

A few days later, a few days of your presence and you have even better hold over his voice. You relish in your control. The way his voice feels reverberating and rolling off you. Like sweet honey leaking out of the man of your dreams. On some nights, in his deepest sleep, you whisper sweet nothings to yourself, making Lucas beg you to possess him fully. “Pleeeease… take me… all of me…”

His unconscious body winces, grabs at air, pull at sheets, and writhes in pleasure as you make him say this. You shared a body after all, excess lust, excess hormones- they had to be going somewhere.

—

On this particular day, Lucas had been pumping iron with another of his friends. Andre always looked fucking hot, so you figured this would be as good of an opportunity as any.

You bring yourself to Andre’s neck, dragging your tongue around the bump of his Adam’s apple, circling the pronounced veins running across the sides. Hmmm. Salty.

You focus your words, your feelings into one- a phrase to unlock your freedom. Words reverberate through Lucas’ very core. You are his tongue, so you feel his nerves yield, his receptors, his very body yours.

“R-r-ravage me, Andre- Ravage this body. Show me what those guns can do- let me feel them, let me feel you. Lukey’s feeling lonely… I have a you-shaped hole ripe for the-“ Andre tries to repeat the perverted words coming out of his friend’s mouth, tries to digest them, to process what the fuck just happened.

“H-Hey- Dude! What the fuck was that for!?” Andre asked in shock. Shaking Lucas’ shoulders. He looked genuinely hurt. But Lucas was lost in lust. He was different. He was moaning. “F-FUCK yeah. You taste delicious. Did I ever tell you that bro?” He spoke perversely. His words and thoughts tainted, clouded by your lust. You liked him better this way. He breaks from his spell.

“Oh God- I- Fuck! Sorry! I’m so fucking sorry! I don’t know what that was. A-Andre? You ok? A teary Lucas asked his friend.

“Yeah dude.. whatever. Just please..um.. never do it again” He grimaced.

Since you were a part of Lucas, you felt fear rush through his bones. He sucks his hanging tongue back in- a recently-acquired, disturbing habit he seems to have picked up from nowhere. He was terrified. Not just in his body, his voice moving on its own. He was terrified because he liked it. Terrified that he was becoming something else, something perverse. In truth, he really was. In your soul you could tell that Lucas was almost ready, because the endorphins, the testosterone, hormones you were pumping him chock-full with with had not dissipated. It was exhilarating. Fear. Lust. Ecstasy. These pervaded inside him, emotions mixing and swirling with yours. You could feel him try to fend off raw desire and a raging hard-on while he tried to sincerely comfort his friend. Fuck it feels amazing being a part of him. The man liked to keep his emotions in check but he was slipping. You were like a poison to him, slowly infecting his very self. Or perhaps, you were his antidote, the catalyst needed for both you to become your true selves. In this very moment though, you were simply content in just being a part of him. Content to just ride the invisible passenger. Content to feel the rush of his emotions as your own. The best part in all this? Lucas was continually shifting while he talked to Andre, trying to hide the intense desire to be used, experienced, felt. Because of you, he was getting off on all this.

Shame riddled Lucas while you continued to worm and entrench yourself in him. That didn’t stop you two from masturbating to the thought of dragging that hot tongue all over Andre’s bod.

———

It’s been a few weeks now, and the corruption of Lucas was near-complete. Your Lucas was near-complete.

Every morning, he catches himself checking his face out in the mirror, sticking his tongue out, making seductive motions. “-fffFuck yeahhh” you both say. Like clockwork he soon shakes himself lucid, disturbed and goes about his day. Increasingly, you’ve been moaning with him, flooding him with your endorphins in response, rewarding his body for its increasingly deviant nature. These sessions have only gotten longer and more frequent. In a sense, his body began to crave it- to crave you. The more he uses that tongue, the more you rile up in being used- the further and deeper he becomes yours.

Armed with this knowledge, you throw your lust into overdrive, driving him mad. His eyes are perpetually dilated, blood perpetually rushing, and he his lip quivers often in bursts of pleasure. His friends notice the slight change too, when your future body stiffens to their touch. Really, it’s just Lucas trying to stop himself, his impulses from guiding him from going all over them. Your soon-to-be friends probably noticed his propensity-your propensity to leave yourself hanging out of his mouth, displaying proudly to the world.

His body is now all but yours. It actively fights the man, resisting his every move slightly, pumping him with sinful impulses, edging the last vestige of Lucas-his brain- to relent. His body wants you in control. Alas, the brain was the forefront of control, and whenever focused you can do nothing but to comply. Despite this, you know you’re close- the man can barely focus, barely rest, as you continue pumping him with pleasure, taunting him to release himself to you.

Something inside told you this was it- this was the day. In this very morning, he wakes in a trance, walking over to his mirror, gazing at himself in clouded lust. He was drawn to himself and relinquishing to the desires both his body and you had been pumping him with. Of course, the lapse is momentary, the moan near-inaudible, but it was enough. Jackpot. In that briefest of moments, you wrestle primary control of this body from him, cementing you as his puppet-master. His body complies willingly, flaring in anticipation of its new owner. After all, you’ve been feeding it your pleasure whenever it follows your command. Locked in that pleasure, you begin to move around, relishing in the absolute control you now had.

Still, who knew how long this would last? You needed a way to have Lucas, to be like this permanently. As you eye his features in the mirror, you knew just what to do.

You start with his face. His eyes are wide with fear as his body continues moving on its own volition. His mouth purses into a pout- a cute little touch you wanted to add- by itself. A thick tongue begins to peek out of plump lips. Like a snake, you greedily taste the morning air, wiggling your pink flesh in delight before focusing on the “delight” you were attached to. You want to taste it all-to taste the man you would become once more. You start by delicately layering his own saliva over his lips. In the absence of breakfast, you deduce this essence to be 100% Lucas. The flavor was - nonintrusive. But you could tell the reeked of an undercurrent manliness, cause in that very saliva and essence of Lucas that you coat yourself with, you also felt the saturation of testosterone, the slight bitterness of power inherent in being him. It was a humble flavor that unquestionably read “Man”. Everything this body made, everything it was was addicting.

Prickly- Thats how the beard surrounding his lips were. Delicious, seductive hairs that Lucas liked to keep just the tiniest bit unkempt, that you just found all the more alluring. In this very forest of hairs were the concentrated sweat, grime, and natural scent baked and solidified from the previous day- for Lucas was a morning showerer.

You decide to give him shower his body deserved- “Shower” would be stretching the use of the word. You engorge yourself- sticking and smearing your wet, pink flesh all over that prickly skin, savoring in the salty, putrid essence, in the raw flavoring of the beard of the man you would become. Of course it was delicious. It was Lucas.

Yet there would be more Lucas to share. You survey the next area to “shower” in this bod- he watches in fear as his left hand raises straight up to the sky. Fingers fashion themselves into a claw and veins in that arm flare to life. Cutey little Lukey was trying to fight it. The hand shakes in internal struggle. You decide to revel in this moment. Since your libido was now Lucas’, his cock can’t help but harden. You make him look at it before calling it a “Joint effort” with a wink. He moans, body betraying mind. You catch a whiff of the stench emanating from your left. Delightful. His protestations and disgust are muddled in your raw elation, as you smash his mouth face first into his unwashed armpit.

“MMmmmpph” He tries to get a word out, tries to pull himself off his own skin to no avail. After all, you were still his tongue, and you were quite preoccupied. Sharp, pungent, sour, flavors line you as you smear more and more of yourself around. You briefly entangle and entwine yourself into his hairs, coating them with his own saliva while you poke and prod. His body is forced to experience wave after wave of the pleasure you felt in burying yourself here. You indulge in his scent further. Using his lungs, you make him inhale deeply. His own muskiness floods his senses and he briefly regains control, coughing in disgust. ‘Uh-oh, might not have much time left’. You pull some more strings inside him and his body is all too willing to follow. “T-This is our own scent bro…” he says. The words fall out his mouth in an attempt at the intonation, the phrasing he’d normally use. You continue, making those lips, those vocal cords yours. “Gotta learn to love it… to love us”. It sure sounded like Lucas’ voice, but it there was something off about it.

High off the aroma, you continue, rounding out his left bicep. Goddamn. Packed inside was pure muscle. Dense, hard musculature built through years of hard work. The thick firm skin gives way slightly, with a bit of bounce as you take his tongue further down his arm. Goddamn bliss. This skin was saltier than the others- different, like all the flavors of Lucas, you note. ‘But they are all undeniably, uniquely him’.

You swirl in fluid, curving motions as you go over every muscle running down his arm. A trail of slime leaves your wake, rubbing a mixture of of flavors throughout his arm. This only serves to rile you up further, as his muscles glisten in the morning light. When you get to his veiny hands, you take extra special care to run yourself through its every crevice, exploring as much of Lucas as you could. You make his lips pucker as you pull yourself off his index finger with an audible pop. A string of saliva follows, but you quickly gobble that back into yourself.

Bulging muscles stir as you command his biceps yours as well. They turn inwards, presenting their vascularity, their raw power to you. Beautiful.

This was it. You motion to bring his hand towards his crotch, curling them slightly in anticipation. As you eyed that cock. You both knew this to be the end.

“NO!” he shouts in added clarity. Body follows mind and he pulls back some of his own strings for himself. The fight is brief but you manage to grab some control back.

You use his very voice against him. “You’re right baby… this is it… o-our new life… our first time together needs to be special.” He’s now shouting profanities in your head. Funny, you’ve never heard him curse before.

Without warning, you rush yourself to his now-hard dick. He screams in searing pain as his spine concaves and you inch toward your prize. His tongue is not used to moving with such dexterity, but it’s been quite some time since it could even really be considered ‘his’ tongue anymore. You snake yourself around his dick, constricting around the dank, putrid skin, encasing it in globs of saliva and pink, oral flesh.

Even Lucas couldn’t help but moan at the divine sensation. Your bumpy texture running along his skin shot wave after wave of bliss. In every constriction, you feel it firm even harder, causing you to wrap your slimy hug around it further, construct more. Lucas’ moans quicken as you get to work. Push… You ebb and flow, there and back, as you work through his now-throbbing member. Pull. Each movement of the textured tongue runs sheer ecstasy as bump after bump moves back and forth and stimulates. Push. You hasten, wanting the both of you to fulfill the moment. Pull… Push… Pull… Push. Flashes of intense pleasure rush through you both as you aim for the finish line. PushPullPushPullPushPull- heaven. At that very moment of release, the two of you are brought to another plane of existence. Time stops and the world is still. You and Lucas though? Vibrating. In this plane you rush toward him, your vibrations synchronize with his, you overlay over him, and pleasure rumbles and bubbles from deep within. The universe, your world, your room comes back to focus. In a splash, a wave of pearl-white seed coats you.

In the afterglow of his masturbation, when his nerves and neural connections begin to provide clarity, to link themselves in trust, you instead feel them attach to you. Much like his body, like his tongue, they too have become corrupted, twisted by your constant presence and the raw eroticism. This was the key to permanence.

Like veins they worm and take root inside you, growing into you. In your perversion of his senses, you feel these roots alight, yield themselves to become yours. Down to the last synapse, you rush and pull these all to yourself, to acquire, appropriate them. Once Lucas’ brain had adequately sequestered itself in you, his memories soon followed. This too had its own flavor, albeit somewhat muted- like the sweetness of his first date-yours. Or the bitterness of a childhood experience-yours. Raw wonderment and passing thoughts- fucking. yours. You scream in shrill delight as the last, the tinniest, the deepest of his neural connections had become yours. There would be no going back for him, for you were now Lucas in body, Lucas in mind.

Tears well in his eyes. He tries to fight it, tries to kick you out, to push you away from him. His back arches, and he writhes in pain, trying in vain. Face scrunches in searing, unimaginable agony before it seizes and mouth shoots open, tongue dangling out. There would nothing to push out for you and him were already bonded. He clutches his head and in that single instance, his eyes shoot wide open. Finally, success.

Lucas’ shoulders sag as he collapses to the ground.

Moments later, Lucas’s body stirs. It wriggles awake before taking one assured, strong step forward. It pushes itself up and walks right back up to the mirror, emotionless. Then, a satisfied smile paints its face. Like someone finally resting after an arduous battle, he breathes a sigh of relief. Lucas’ body looks back at itself in the mirror, innocently-eyes glassy. The kind smile it wore grows just a bit wider. It chuckles softly. Success.

The smile continues growing. Chuckles becomes laughter. The voice resounds ill-fitting to the mound of muscle that was Lucas. It was Innocent smile soon becomes tainted with sinful glee. Lucas’ body starts full-on cackling. “YES” you growl. Hearing his resonant voice follow your words, your intent was amazing. Hearing your thoughts spoken in the same ton, same intonation he used took it next-level. “FUCK. YES… FINALLY”!

That last piece was it. Cum still warm on his body, you lap it up, swallowing it whole, jealously keeping even this part of Lucas to yourself. It was salty, musky, viscous essence. It was pure fucking Lucas. The voice, the dull resistance from him was gone. The sensation was both sobering clarity and drunk ecstasy. Like the world itself was realigning to put you and him together, as one living Lucas. His memories now flow freely into you as they are now yours. It tickles. With his memories comes his feelings, his wants, his wishes- all of which you have cemented as a part of Lucas’s new psyche-Your new psyche. Goddamn it feels good to be Lucas.

Finally, Lucas had reframed, recontextualized the entirety of himself, the entirety of his being to you. You talk like him. You frown like him. You smile like him. Hell, you even think like him. Hips sway as you start to dance in front of the mirror in your new body, your new soul. It was pure, jubilant expression. You wipe happy tears from your eyes.

You were drunk on power of controlling him. Of finally truly being him. You relish in hearing his voice as your own, in your very thoughts being thought through a filter of his life, your commands executed by his body. You allow his vocal cords to perform. You allow his hips to shake uncharacteristically, tantalizing. You allow the words to leave his mouth. They were juicy taunts made juicier with the knowledge that his lips shift and degrade the very body they were in at you beckoning, that was his very neurons were conforming to you thoughts and will. You now do everything in wholly Lucas-ey way.

Lucas’ body smacks its ass, while it continues shaking its hips uncharacteristically in slow, sensual movements. “Goddamn, you should have gotten inside me sooner.” You make him say. “My body, my mind, my soul we were lonely for you. We needed you in here. I love having you inside me. I love you wearing my skin, using my muscles as a suit. Don’t worry” You make him flex. “These are forever yours. My mind? Forever yours. Control me. Use Me. No- deeper. [moan] Become. Me. Be. Lucas.”

“I’m Lucas” you say to yourself in response. It rolls off your tongue naturally, fluidly, and in full truth. You truly were him. “But you can call me Luke, baby”.

You had done it. You were finally Lucas. One mind, one body, one soul.

“Mine forever, Lucas”

—

It’s been months and your friends have definitely caught on to the sheer oddness of it all. Near-instantaneously, their dear friend Lucas’ personality had flipped. Each of them could pinpoint a ‘special’ spot on their bodies where their boy Lukey liked to lick them. ‘It was just his thing’ they often said, embracing their new dynamic as well as the new Lucas. This you-enhanced Lucas, likewise, had also embraced his new self. Greedy, lustful self-obsession bordering on narcissism, and of course the penchant to show off his slimy tongue. Of course, the first few times you did this, they recoiled at the behavior. You had your preferences, you had the knowledge inherent in being Lucas- you knew exactly how wear his soul, how to embody his life because you were him. But you weren’t content leaving it like this, in just continuing as him. This was the new, improved Lucas. With you in command, you couldn’t help but introduce some changes, couldn’t help but show off your handiwork.

Mark had grown so accustomed to your constant licks, he looked visibly upset when you weren’t on him. One night, you decided to take it a step further, to take a leap the old Lucas never would have and stroke your vascular hands all over him. He complied, moaning all the while, guiding you around to explore him- guess it was actually Mark who was into you. He paid for dinner that night.

The old Lucas was sweet and reserved- The new you? Not a chance. As Lucas, you constantly wore a leering, lewd gaze. You wore thin, revealing clothing accentuating your new Lucas-bound muscles. Why not share it with the world? The very air you emanated was persistently thick with sexual energy, brimming with pheromones. New-Lucas was your deepest desires bound to living flesh. And at the forefront of it all-that thick tongue of yours. At every occasion, in every possible way, you flaunt it to the world.

Tattooed somewhere in this body is your old name. Ink representing the old you, and your absolute permanence this new form of yours, cementing yourself as forever a part of him, cementing the intersection of your history and his. You. Lucas. One. This was the new truth in the world.

- End -

Had tons of fun channeling @verus-veritas to write this one out. Hope I did you justice!

#male possession #male merge #male body control

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𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑇𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑠//𝐷𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑

Masterlist // dreams child ml

Even the good children get hurt..

Dream x reader !p !child reader // THIS POST WAS INSPIRED BY @smolbox-png

Pronouns used: they/them

Warnings: Swearing, yelling, fighting, therapy

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“Thank you for this.. Puffy.” The teenager looked up to the older women, fear and pain set and plastered within them.

“I saw the request for your case, and I couldn’t bear to turn you down. Now would you like to start?” They slumped down in the chair putting their head into their palms. Faint scars from the egg vines visible on the open skin.

“My father was a good man before everything, but there were times where.. He wasn’t okay.”

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Age 6

The small child scoured throughout the brick house, peaking inside the different brown chests. They grabbed everything they could find useful, shears, emeralds, and paper.

They took all the materials running back to their room, bumping into a tall figure on the way. “Hey hey hey, where do you think your going?” Sapnap teased bringing the child up into his arms.

“Working on a little project..” They whispered into his ear, the man grinned playing along. “What kind of project?” Y/n giggled cupping Sapnaps ear, “It’s a secret, you can see it when it’s done tho!” He nodded putting them down, ruffling their hair before letting them go.

Hounding the bag over their head, placing it down on the small table Sam built. The wood was adorned with different drawings and writing, ‘ᗪ𝗋𝖾𝖺�� Ƭ𝖾𝖺𝗆’ carved into it from the help of Dream.

They grabbed one of the colored pencils that were scattered onto table, drawing different designs on the paper. Once they settled with something they liked, they grabbed the extra clay they found molding it into a bowl like shape.

Carefully grabbing the shears, carving a similar look as to what was on the paper to the clay, admitting a quiet whimper as the blade cut their finger. “Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.. Daddy doesn’t cry when he gets hurt! Be like him.”

They continued to impede themselves from crying, wrapping the bloodied finger in a bandage wrap. Once they finished healing their finger, they grabbed the clay mask bringing it up to the light. Satisfied with the result, rushing to Sapnap.

“Uncle Sapnap! Lookie!” Sapnap jumped off the counter placing the child onto the nearby stool. “Oh shi-taki mushrooms.. Kiddo, this looks great!” He smiled at the child, adorning their craftsmanship. “The time with bad and Skeppy really did the trick.”

His smile quickly turned into a frown, viewing over at the beeping communicator.

‘Sapnap where are you?’

‘Get over here Lmanburg ASAP’

‘SAPNAP THE BRITS ARE USING DRUGS’

He scoffed helping Y/n down from the counter, “Wanna go help uncle Sapnap and your dad beat some child asses?” The raven haired male asked as the child eagerly nodded. “Too bad, maybe next time kiddo.” He ruffled their hair once again earring a slap on the shoulder.

“Cmon, let’s go see Bad and Skeppy.” The pair was ready to go out, as the beeps started once again. “Your pops can be really freaking annoying.” He looked down, laughing as they nodded.

‘Sapnap where the fucking hell are you’

‘Chill man, I’m taking care of YOUR kid’

‘Take them back home, we lost.’

He tatted his foot on the ground biting the inside of his lip. “Never mind I guess, run off to your room. I’m gonna have to deal with some shit..” They shrugged ready to go fix up anything with the mask.

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Minutes had passed by, loud slams and slashes could be heard coming from downstairs of the community house. “Where the fuck are my damn emeralds! Sapnap, George!” Their head perked up at the sound of Dreams voice, making them smile being proud of the creation that laid infront of them.

A knock on the door brought them out of their lucid state. “You’re back!” They giggled as dream entered the room, his mask was pushed so only half of his face was showing. A snarl was plastered, eyes looking down and dreadful. “Hey look I made something.”

Dream looked around the room and spotted the green gems spread around the table. “There’s my emeralds, what did I say about touching my fucking stuff. You have to ask permission! My one fucking rule is ask damn permission.” He punched the wall in frustration, causing the little one to jump from their seat.

“I didn’t mean to make you angry, actually I made something.” They pursed a smile, whilst shaking in fear. “You failed at the first part, I don’t have time for your shit right now. Lchildburg is on its high horse, that damn Wilbur soot and that prit.” The man continued to mutter to himself. He grabbed the first thing he could find, before throwing it to the wall he had just previously punched.

Y/n screamed cowarded into the corner, as the mask they had previously made now in shatters on the floor. Sapnap and George came rushing into the room after hearing the loud crash, George immediately running to the crying child. “What the fuck happened!” Sapnap squalled, appalled at the sight.

George cradled them closer to him, the shoulder of his shirt soaking up the tears. “Dream, what the hell did you do to them?” The blonde suddenly felt aware of the situation, embarrassed, pulling the mask over his eye once again. “I didn’t hurt them..” He muttered, Sapnap dragging him out into the hallway.

“I don’t know what’s going to happen when we’re not here.”

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“So, did he take your anger out on you frequently?” Puffy asked writing small notes down into the file. “Not necessarily, there were just times.” She sighed, pushing forward the previously set biscuits and cookies from Nikkis Bakery.

“Times? As of multiple?” They nodded fidgeting with the hem of their clothing. “Would you like to continue?”

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I want to remind everyone that this is purely fictional’ and deals with CHARACTER dream! The actual person would never do any of these things!

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miekasa · 3 years

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wait so i was scrolling through your blog (as per usual) and i saw that you brought up levi and his streamer gf briefly. care to elaborate a lil causeee im curious 👀👀

- 🖤

Absolutely, I can. He’s such a supportive bf even tho he’s far from a gamer himself, and very very proud of you 😌

Whatever game(s) you play, Levi knows the basics. He might not have ever played them himself, but he knows enough to recognize it if it ever comes up in conversation.

He doesn’t always watch your streams, and you can hardly tell when he does because he doesn’t comment or anything. He just tunes in when he’s free to support you and see what’s going on. Sometimes to peep on your comment section, but he’d never tell you that.

He doesn’t make donations. He’d just Apple Pay you money lmfao. Supportive emotionally and financially, but all your followers/subscribers don’t have to see that.

He knows when you’re recording content or streaming and typically doesn’t bother you. The only exceptions are (a) if he forgets or (b) you’ve been in your room for a while and he’s going in to check up on you.

He doesn’t forget often—and truthfully, when he walks in on your streams its not actually because he forgot; it’s because you’re online at a different time that usual and he didn’t know—but it’s pretty cute when he does. He catches himself pretty quickly, and silently asks you if you’re streaming; to which he gently closes the door and just texts you his inquiry.

He doesn’t even really disturb you—it’s not like he enters rooms cussing up a storm on full blast. Nobody could even tell he walked in, except for maybe a small lapse in your attention when you turned to him.

When you’ve been in your room for a while, he does come in to check on you. His intentions aren’t necessarily to get you away from the screen; he just wants to make sure you’ve had dinner or some snacks at the very least. When you have all night tournaments or streaming fests, he comes by with dinner for you; silently puts it on your desk, and on occasion, leaves you with a little head pat.

He doesn’t normally appear in your streams, but he is in two of your YouTube videos: one shopping haul, and once when he helped you make him/your friends in the Sims. They happen to be two of your highest viewed videos.

People constantly ask about him. They know Levi exists, but they don’t see him often, and newer fans especially are obsessed with catching a glimpse of your mysterious boyfriend on screen. If you asked him, he’d come in for a few seconds to show his face, but he wouldn’t do it unprompted.

You mention him, of course, it’s not like you’re hiding him away either. He comes up particularly often when you play with your friends or are just chatting in lobbies. You don’t exactly explicitly refer to him as your boyfriend, but you say his name—and so does Hange—and people kinda get the picture.

Hange constantly asking for Levi when you guys are playing together. It’s one of the few times Levi comes into your chat/comments to tell them to shutup. (Yes, your subscribers go crazy for the glimpse of Levi on your channel).

He’s not a gamer, and he sees no reason to disturb your streams by appearing if you don’t ask. But, also, he’s a little camera shy, not that he’d ever tell you that. You’ve got a lot of followers, he’s not prepared to be live in front of thousands of people every night; he’ll leave that up to you.

Levi built nearly everything in your gaming setup. From the adjustable standing desks, to the wall mounts for your accessories and decorations, to your chair, to the shelves. He built it all and tailored it to your exact taste and to fit your room perfectly.

So, sometimes you feel bad when people ask about stuff because you can’t exactly give them a link or recommendation—“Oh thank you! The thing is, my—well, Levi built the desk for me so you can’t buy it—but! There are some similar ones at IKEA!!”

(Levi scoffs ever so lightly when he sees that clip. His craftsmanship cannot be found at IKEA, but they can try).

He also helped mount the TV in your room so that the cables were hidden and everything. Truly a godsend. And whenever you wanna move things around, he’s there to help you. Sometimes he even has ideas of his own, “You were looking at accent walls the other day right? I think you could do something with this back wall…”

He does play games with you, just usually offscreen. He’s scarily good at first person shooters… even tho he claims to not have any past experience with them… extremely suspicious activity.

And when he mains D.Va and Symmetra then what. Then what.

Just don’t ask him to play Fornite. Ever. (He’d be good at it, but he feels so fucking dumb playing it especially when he can hear that he is competing against a twelve year old pls).

He plays games by himself, too. Think “classic” run of the mill console videos games, I guess, nothing too crazy; Zelda, Mario, Kirby… Animal Crossing. His island is nothing short of immaculate, his only regret is that he doesn’t have oranges as his island fruit. Levi really likes oranges (he got peaches instead).

He knows that you’re pretty popular and he’s super proud of you. That doesn’t mean he likes to see fancam style edits of you on his feed. He knows that you’re pretty but still 🙄🙄

Constantly on the look out for computer/keyboard parts that you mentioned. If he sees it online or anywhere else, he’ll try and snag it for you <3 that goes for new console games, too.

He’ll also periodically upgrade some of the tech in your setup. Get you a better mic, some more lighting for your desk, a cute desk mat he thinks you might like. He’s observant, so he knows your taste in design and takes note of things you mention.

Okay okay okay but imagine putting the headphones with the kitty ears on him. He wouldn’t even notice at first and then you turn on the LEDs and bam. Very focused, very cute kitty Levi playing games on your PC.

If you’ve got a merch store, he helps you run it, and by that I mean, he practically runs it for you. Periodically, he might even have a design idea. You can count on him to get things out for shipping right on time. It’s one of his many ways of supporting you.

He’s also the one who remembers to check your P.O. box for packages from fans and from companies. It was his idea initially, too (he wasn’t too crazy about anyone, even major brands having your home address on file).

Look, he knows you’ve got some super fans, and some people who really do adore you. That doesn’t mean he’s necessarily happy when you get sent non-tech or gaming related merch (like jewelry or shoes or whatever). If he happens to put them a little bit out of sight then no he did not <2

Occasionally he’ll meet someone who recognizes your name when it comes up in conversation. He very proudly confirms that yes, he is talking about you, the streamer.

Sometimes, people will even recognize him back—“Oh, so you’re Levi, then!” Obviously. You only have one Levi in your life 🙄🙄

#🖤 anon #no bc him being a little camera shy is so cuteeeee #so easy for him to grumble and play it off as his normal grumpy aloof self but he’s shyyyyyyyyy #it’s okay levi you’re handsome and the people love you 😚😚😚😚#levi.ask

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miceenscene · 3 years

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writing tag gameee

I was tagged by @helila thanks, bab!

How many works do you have on AO3?

What’s your total AO3 word count?

......756,533. .....................listen

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. Bureau of Badass (The Adventure Zone, Late 90s Roller Derby AU)

2. Son of Palaven, Daughter of Earth (Mass Effect, Shakarian Arranged Marriage/First Contact War AU)

3. Crazy for Loving You (Mass Effect, Shakarian Fake Dating)

4. With Benefits (Mass Effect, Shakarian FWB AU)

5. The First First Time (Mass Effect, baby's first Shakarian fic awwww)

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

sometimes. especially if a response immediately comes to mind as I'm reading it.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

.....probably Loss (yes, I see the irony but it was for a prompt list, I didn't pick the title don't @ me)

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Basically every other fic has a happy ending, some of them haven't reached that point (and may never) but I have a hard time justifying tragedy for my escapist hobby

Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve written?

the last time I did a crossover was a literal decade ago and deep in my superwholock days soooo--No, never.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Yes. Multiple times.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes. Mostly m/f of the fluffy/soft/EMOTIONAL variety.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes. they were very sloppy about it too, which was the true insult. at least put some effort into your thievery. let me admire your craftsmanship as I hunt you down, determined to bring you to justice but also not wanting the chase to end quite just yet. we never meet but we do make eye contact across a rooftop in Amsterdam. you smirk back at me. I blush.......... what were we talking about?

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yeah! had a few translated to russian.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

*high-fives @chemicallywrit* woo! chem basically taught me how to write so this is all her fault.

What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Geeeeee it's a TOTAL mystery.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

god there's so many. i feel like a lot of them linger in limbo where I might, and do, return after months and scribble some more in them. but Ghosts is truly abandoned. mostly because i stole the idea for a different fic in another fandom where it fits better soooo

What are your writing strengths?

I think dialogue? also apparently the moments that make you want to rip your face off with YEARNING. describing emotions succinctly yet impactfully

What are your writing weaknesses?

I used to say prose, but I'm definitely happier with my prose than I was. tho now that i'm spending more time on original stuff, I think i've overcorrected? sometimes it reads a little self-indulgent, which when it's fanfic who gives a flying fart? but original and maybe someday published work? a lot of people give flying farts. so.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I've done it a lot, so... in favor? just provide the translation in the author notes, and accept ANY AND ALL CRITICISM from a native speaker

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

woof. Sherlock. don't look at me like that. it was 2012, it was a different time.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

I mean, they're all my babies. but... probably SoPDoE or BoB, because they taught me SO much in their creation. and also they're FUCKING FINISHED.

I’m tagging @chemicallywrit @loversandantiheroes @littleferal @astroboots @keeper0fthestars @kelenloth @clockworknomad

#tag game

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incorrect-ikevamp-quotes · 4 years

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Do you think they would actually enjoy the modern world? Or would they want to stay in their current time period?

Hm, well, I think that may vary depending on each suitor if I’m honest! (I’ll be excluding Sebastian from this one, only because he is a modern man and I wager he would want to stay in the mansion in order to finish his thesis)

Under a cut bc it’s a long boi:

I think for people like Arthur and Theo, for instance--who always seem to live in the fast lane--it might not really prove much of a problem. They would continue enjoying the night life and move with their busy schedules. Tl;dr: (For them? Same shit, different day)

Vincent would likely be doing just fine given how Theo often provides assistance in places where he struggles; to promote his art, to spark intrigue in the general public and benefactors. He might be a little overwhelmed by the influx of stimuli that comes with the modern era, constant noise and interaction and movement--perhaps worry that people are losing their ability to live in the moment. (Not to mention what’s being done to the environment...) There might be a learning curve/adjustment, but I think Theo would help him ease in. Plus, it would be a little easier to promote his art given the less stringent restrictions on public exhibitions. He’d still have to work for his fame, but at least the van Goghs wouldn’t have to live in constant unease in the proximity of the cutthroat academy. Tl;dr: (Mixed feelings, but tries to stay positive about modern times)

Dazai is more familiar with this kind of life of quick turmoil and breakneck speed, if anything he falls back into his old coping mechanisms--hello writing, drinking, and smoking. An overwhelming influx of information and suffering would probably be hard for him to manage, despite how expertly he hides it. I think I would be worried he would lose himself in the dismal reality of diminished connection with other people. Yes I’m shoving him into therapy, I want him to start living for himself and taking care of himself ffs

That isn’t to say there aren’t happy possibilities for him, just that I think he really needs to heal first. I could see him very happy in a kind of writer’s circle with people he loves and trusts; less expending his energy in a desperate attempt to fill the void and please others, more cultivating his own happiness... Tl;dr: (Positive potential, but honestly part of me thinks the past quieter/simple/rural life suits him better...he still loves meme culture tho, he finds it so expansive and creative)

Isaac is in a similar boat as Dazai, I think! He has wonderful potential as a mentor and professor, and living in a world that has a little more patience and respect for genius might help encourage him to put himself out there. That being said, I think the pace of life would exhaust him though--he is very much the kind of person that prefers to keep to himself and just puzzle and tinker. Baby boy just wants to do equations, build little inventions, and read up on the recent discoveries in astrophysics (BRUH WHEN THE IMAGE OF THE BLACK HOLE CAME OUT HE FORGOT HOW TO B R E A T H E) Napoleon is the only reason he eats anything healthy or on any kind of regular schedule s m h. Tl;dr: (Not a lot changes, honestly? He was reclusive then, he still is now--he just has more toys/academic resources. If anything he might get a little too lost in his work because of it, somebody please make sure he’s eating/sleeping/socializing;;;)

Poor Jeanne is SUFFERING. Please release him from this nightmare he is begging. Jk jk, I don’t think it would be too bad for him--but I do think that he would have the aforementioned problem of too many stimuli and too much interaction. I think he would ease into it a little with Mozart’s help; he would just be awkward and wooden until he got the hang of it. Most people just find him quirky in an amusing way, and don’t think too hard about it. I’d wager he’d probably become literate at this point because of the abundance of resources and necessity to read/write (okay but imagine this baby with a little kid workbook iM GONNA CRY!!! TAKE ALL MY CRAYONS JEANNE).

Can you imagine this mofo at a Starbucks??? Tall and stoic, dark and debonair (EVERYONE IS S W O O N I N G), and he just asks in a light tenor “can I have a mocha with eight shots of expresso” with a completely straight face. “Sir, that could kill you” “Don’t worry, I’ve been dead a long time” And he just moves to wait for his order. 11/10 cryptid I could watch an entire show just about his daily adventures

He works with Napoleon a lot given their similar skillsets. They coach kids at high schools that have fencing teams (it’s really REALLY cute bc if they’re on the younger side, Jeanne will very dramatically lose bc he wants to encourage them and the kids are delighted--but the parents are INCHES from laughing so hard they’re in tears). Otherwise, he mostly takes up gigs as a security worker/bodyguard, only really works for the money. He prefers to spend his time in ways that feel meaningful if he can, so don’t be surprised if you see him in foster homes and in social working spaces. He has an uncanny understanding about him, a kind of silence/patience that doesn’t stifle; it makes the kids/teens calm down in milliseconds. They really listen when he does talk, and he sets good and clear boundaries--he knows how to be firm when it’s required. He gives them the structure and placid grounding they’ve never had, and really pays attention to what’s important to them. Brings them little things he notices; brings flowers to the one that likes to draw, brings CDs (he is bad with technology, but they usually only have access to older/outdated stuff anyway) to the one the one that struggles to write with white noise in the house, brings little plushies to the ones that lose theirs. He’s simple but solid, and he finds a lot of meaning in helping kids overcome the similar kind of struggles he faced. Tl;dr: (Steep learning curve, but he just sees it as all the same really--just more work to be done with the literacy requirement and adjustment to technology. Will be resistant at first, but when he gets accustomed and starts finding people who are important to him, he wouldn’t want to change anything/go back. But will admit there are some days he just wants to go to the most remote place he can access and just live there for a month with no human interaction whatsoever; people are inefficient and insufferable sometimes)

Mozart’s life honestly doesn’t change much? I feel like he would easily be able to keep composing and continue releasing his work as per usual. Given his quick capacity to schmooze and say what people want to hear when he must, he’d be more than able to network his way into success. I think the only thing he might struggle with now and again is inspiration, given the world operates on a very surface level in the modern era sometimes. Profound insight and depth are not quite as cultivated in many ways, and he can struggle to find something that just sparks motivation/novelty in his mind, makes him start composing at breakneck speed. He reads a lot and watches some TV shows/movies when he’s at really low inspiration levels, the kind of guy that sneers at Game of Thrones--but finds things like BBC’s Sherlock more passable (wants intrigue and complexity, doesn’t much enjoy the sensationalized drivel). When Arthur finds out he loves ATLA he about falls off his seat. “It’s a children’s show.” “Yes it is, with a remarkable level of depth and craftsmanship, what are you trying to say?” He begins to find a kind of rhythm in his composing, and Jeanne and Dazai often drop by with so many crazy stories he finds himself filled with music anyway LMAO Tl;dr: (Same as Isaac, really just keeps doing his thing without being impeded, and he enjoys the luxuries/conveniences of the modern era. Will be slightly resistant at first because of how alien some of the changes are, but will fall into the habits/customs slowly and surely. Fine with it, will whine a bit at the growing pains tho)

Leonardo actually canonically owns a bar, and does that really surprise anyone? He really enjoys the excitement of meeting new people and hearing about their myriad histories, the influx of cultures/languages/experiences. It’s a nice but lowkey place, people stop for a drink, listen to some good music--chat amiably and relax after a long day’s work--before heading out. There are regulars and people that just stop for that single day; tourists, vacationers, so on and so forth.

When asked, many people note a sleek black cat with sharp eyes that led them to the bar... Tl;dr: (Don’t Let the Existential Dread Set-in: The Prequel, adapts well to the modern era because of centuries of experience but also...he’s so tired...somebody please hold him I can’t watch him live like this, lord jesus)

Optimally, I see Comte filling his time with myriad pursuits; ranging from philanthropy, indulging in art/music/theatre (often a benefactor as well), and keeping track of his chirren (they may exist more independently now, but he still worries about them ;-;). Otherwise nothing much changes for him, still goes to galas and fancy gatherings, still enjoys fashion and spoiling people, still seeks to occupy himself with social interaction and care-taking--if he doesn’t have a family of his own. He’s basically just that meme that’s like DON’T LET THE EXISTENTIAL DREAD SET-IN. DON’T LET IT SET-IN!!!!!!!!! Tl;dr: (Not to repeat myself but also Don’t Let the Existential Dread Set-in: The Sequel, literally just desperately trying to fill the void please somebody help him he also just needs to be held fuck’s sake, I’m going to drag him kicking and screaming into happiness--but otherwise has no great trouble adjusting to the modern era. I feel like he would have a more minor form of what Dazai struggles with, maybe a lack of personable connection that he once had; fewer chances to be himself and relax. Also probably worried about the increasing unhappiness and turmoil building in the world in general...)

Napoleon is similar to Comte in that he often checks up on Isaac and Jeanne from time to time, and does the aforementioned fencing lessons with kids. He also takes a lot of basic security positions--for venues, concerts, museums--you name it. He dislikes the idea of sitting behind a desk a lot, so he prefers to do a lot of different things; he even cooks from time to time at the restaurants that know him very well. One gig he particularly enjoys is battle choreography for movies/theatre! He tends to stay away from anything too historically close to his era of origin, but he has fun coming up with realistic (smaller scale) hand-to-hand combat scenarios and duels. Tl;dr: (This era doesn’t feel like too much of a change. It’s a little more intensive in terms of pace, but he manages to keep up pretty well, it just exhausts him from time to time--and he usually goes on trips or hikes to unwind when he needs to like Jeanne LOL they do not go to their happy place, they go to their high lonesome place).

Shakespeare also continues to do his drama thing, organizes troupes on tons of different levels--from community level to more intense, skilled groups that re-enact his own work. His life doesn’t change all that much beyond a new form of theatre logistics, and he adjusts to the technology fairly easily out of necessity. He’ll stop by Vincent’s place from time to time to show him recordings of his latest shows, but otherwise is almost always on the move. Tl;dr: (So long as he can keep following his greatest passion, he doesn’t really mind the changes in how theatre happens--he doesn’t have any sizable issues with the modern era.)

Ability with technology (phones mostly):

Arthur: more than capable, well-versed, loves to do everything on his phone no prob--maybe lives a little too much on his phone (Vine/TikTok/Youtube can kill his productivity RIP) also yes he has a fidget spinner on his desk, no I will not be taking any constructive criticism at this time

Theo: yes but with a lot of cursing at first, had to do it for work and now looks down on anyone that can’t keep up with him (except for Vincent)

Vincent: knows the basics, taking and sending pictures, writing things in notes for later, texting (tho sending emails is a little harder for him); he does his best but he can be slow. Really really enjoys the paint programs on his iPad for when he’s on public transit, but he starts setting alarms after he gets the hang of it (he’s missed his stops before because of it LMAO)

Leonardo: what kind of stupid question? Man knows how to pick them apart and put ‘em back together for crying out loud, uses it like a pro--comes to him naturally, and he’s the guy that keeps coming up with ways to jailbreak Apple products and thwart their money-grubbing tactics. Catch him playing Minish Cap on his emulator on the way to work, brah

Comte: just vibing, keeps up with the times easily since he’s been doing it for so long, much like Theo uses it to keep in touch with the people around him--he’s the “prefers to call instead of text” sorta guy though, he worries about losing emotional subtleties and he likes to hear people’s voices. Doesn’t do anything special on phones, more just a tool; will read/listen to podcasts/does have emulators (courtesy of Leo) and enjoys playing Pokemon when he’s bored

Jeanne: types one finger at a time, it will take a while--but he’ll get there (deleted all his contacts by accident once and Mozart was just. HOW.) He barely knows how to use a phone, and it’s a steep learning curve for him

Mozart: purely functional when it comes to his phone, refuses to rely on it beyond the necessities that only tech can do (for instance, sending emails or reading articles or uploading compositions) he still writes his music before making more polished digital copies. He will sometimes listen to pieces digitally, but prefers to play them in-person; he feels that a lot of the soul in a piece is lost despite the convenience

Dazai: you absolute fools. you baboons. why would you ever give him this kind of power. it is 3AM and he has been on a wikipedia trail spanning hours, started with Cleopatra being the seventh in her line with that name all the way to cotton candy being called “daddy’s beard” in French. please help him he hasn’t slept in years. Also probably binges anime and manga lbr. He’s the one making vine references every other second, always up to date on the memes^TM

Isaac: also mostly uses it as a tool for research and calculations; it’s a way to keep track of information. He also likes to play background music while he’s working, so he finds the device nice and convenient--plus less having to go around pestering people in-person. he does start to get interested in coding and tinkering with apps/programs eventually, too

Shakespeare: finds it a delightful little contraption, so useful because it lets him jot down ideas as they come to him quickly, and he can edit his texts much more easily with digital interfaces. also likes that performances can be recorded, because now he can analyze his staging more efficiently--it gives him a good sense of what needs to be adjusted, and encourages him to keep streamlining/try new concepts

Napoleon: likes it because he can keep in touch with people more easily, the kind of guy to drop a line before checking on a friend. he really likes to look up recipes and find out more about cooking techniques he’s never encountered before. Isaac starts making an Instagram account just to show Napoleon’s impeccable plating, and Napo gets quite the following without knowing for a while

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pacifistofpatience · 5 years

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What the boys are doing On Halloween

Happy Halloween Everyone!!!

Undertale

Sans

Considered sleeping but... he couldn't pass up the opportunity to dress up in one of those weird morph suites with the skeleton on them and make everyone uncomfortable

“ehehe. what? nice costume? i think you made a mistake there buddy. i ain’t wearing anything.”

Papyrus

Either hosting a party or being part of one!! Anywhere he can show off his super cool costume that his brother helped him make!! And to make some super cool-spooky friends as well!!

“YES! I KNOW YOU WISH YOUR COSTUME IS ALMOST JUST AS STUNNING AS MINE! BUT DO NOT BE DISCOURAGED! FOR I SHALL HELP YOU BECOMING ALMOST AS GREAT AS ME!!”

Underswap

Sky

Well Obviously he’s using this day as an excuse to cosplay! Seriously?? Who’s going to stop him??? The Halloween police??? He doubts it!!! He’s probably carrying around this big ass paper mache weapon as well, just cause.

“I WOULD LOVE TO TAKE A PICTURE WITH YOU! MY COSTUME IS AMAZING! ISN’T IT?”

Pappy

Walking with the brat (Chara) and either stealthy taking a piece of candy at every house they hit or raiding the kids when they're not looking.

“Nyehehe, come on kid. Just one more.”

Underfell

Red

Taking a nice long nap after egging that asshole neighbors house the night before. Leaving a bowl out by the front door that says “Take one” but the chicken scratch is too hard to read and the kids spend more time trying to understand what it says then necessary. Has eaten all the big candy bars Boss bought.

“eheheheh.... lil’ bastard had it coming.”

Boss

Dressed to the freaking nines. Maybe this is a holiday for kids but he sure as hell is going to go all out! Heck, even if he has to work he’s going to be doing it in the best, most eye-catching costume he can make!

“OH! ARE YOU STARING BECAUSE OF HOW AMAZING I LOOK, OF COURSE YOU ARE. THERE’D BE NO OTHER REASON!”

Swapfell

Black

Was going to be working, but after finding Chara the night before covering his house in toilet paper made it his self appointed duty to make sure they don’t do (Get caught doing) any more tricks.

“WOULD YOU STARS FORSAKEN KIDS GET OFF MY LAW----

“CHARA”

Rus

Dressing in something that covers his face and hoping he can sort of/kind of pass off as a kid long enough to hit up a few house later at night. (Most of the neighbors know it’s him by now, but he’s just too adorable for them to refuse)

“....trick or treat...

...please?”

Horrotale

Jupiter

Sitting outside his porch with a bowl of candy in his lap laying totally still. There’s a note safety pinned to his shirt that says “Take one” and if anyone (Aside from the younger kids that either cant read or don’t know any better) disobeys he cracks one socket opened and reminds them very gently.

Can’t figure out why they all run screaming tho.

“...hey kid... sign says take one...”

Mars

Dressed up and waiting eagerly at the door for trick or treaters! Complementing every single costume that comes to his door and everyone that visits leaves with a big smile on their face.

“Oh! And Who Is This Stunning Little.... Bumble Bee!! Yet Another Amazing Costume! The Glitter Really Adds To It’s Amazing Craftsmanship!!!”

#my posts #text #Halloween #Undertale #Underswap #underfell #horrortale #swapfell #Sans #Papyrus #US!Sans #US!papyrus #UF!Sans #UF!papyrus #SF!Sans #SF!Papyrus #HT!Sans #HT!Papyrus

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tellywoodtrash · 5 years

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ebss 22.04.19 lb

gosh do i even remember how to lb anymore? guess we'll find out.

lol ok that abrupt cut from the ganesh ji to this omnious package and the suspicious music.

ghar ka naam: prem nivaas. *cackle* sure.

Overenthu Youth™ are at their Overenthu Youth Shenanigans™.

i love ishaani's outfit.

i didn't even realise parikshit sahni was still alive till i saw him cast in this show.

I DON'T CARE ABOUT ANY OF YOU LOSERS SHOW ME JANHVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

oh great we have an mami from ipk type character. her thing is adding the word "types" to every third word.

why was sonali putting on one of her mom's earrings? like, her mom's clearly wearing the other one and walking around. what logic????

THEY'RE SURPRISING HIM WITH AN ENGAGEMENT???????? OH HO HOOOOOOOOOOOO BAAAAAAAD IDEA.

ok the comedic sound effects are a bit much.

lmaoooooooooo nice.

gosh can't believe ayub khan looks like this now. remember him from the 90s?????? CHEHRAAAAAAA KYA DEKHTE HOOOOOOOO, DIL MEIN UTAR KE! DEKHOOO NAAAAA! DIL MEIN UTAR KE DEKHO NA!!!!!!!!!!!

he seems like the kinda guy who'd examine the craftsmanship and get mad that they didn't get him all that accurately.

he should. look at those wonkyass eyebrows. come on janhvi, step up your murder doll outsourcing game!

lmaooooooooooooooooooo the note is fully threatening to se7en him.

FINALLY JANHVI?? GIMME HER!!!

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

not too enthused about this sasta ranbir kapoor they've gotten as her hubs, but who cares, we're only here for shrenu/janhvi.

damn. girl has skillz other than murder.

IS THIS THE FUCKING TIME TO ASK HER THINGS ON VIDEO? WHEN SHE'S PRECARIOUSLY BALANCING LIKE 40 MATKAS ON HER HEAD?

our girl still handling it with grace tho.

SAGAAI AND SHAADI???????? YOU'RE JUST SPRINGING THIS SHIT ON HIM AS A SURPRISE? Y'ALL ARE FUCKING CRAZY.

oh ho idhar abhi bhi yeh naatak chal raha hai.

COMPLETELY CALLED IT. HE'S MAD ABOUT THE MATERIAL USED.

yeah prem really don't give a fuck.

oh ho, he's into politics.

IS THERE NOT A SINGLE PERSON WITH SENSE IN THIS HOUSE TO NOT SPRING THIS WHOLE SURPRISE ENGAGEMENT THING ON KABIR???

uh girl, the diya. THE LARGEASS DIYA. THE 3 FOOT TALL DIYA YOU'RE ABOUT TO WALK INTO.

aaaaaaaaaaand.......

shit.

damn that face change.

ofc one family member has to overreact about apshagun.

janhvi really playing up the wide-eyed ingenue thing. how adorable.

lol ok maybe i like this irreverent chachi.

what's the deal with the mummy???

oh hoooooo.

janhvi forsho has been fucking with mummy's mental health for a while now and has driven her to this half madness waala state.

janhvi has persuaded mummy to come to the pooja with her sweeet talk.

tee hee.

why are Desi Dads LIKE THIS™. ugh.

god prasad ke matter mein bhi chikchik.

gosh janhvi realllllllllllllly fucked up these two's relationship huh.

oh god she's gonna taint the bhramano ka khaana with the fish. OH GODDDDDDDD.

i both love her and am terrified of her.

THOSE GOLDFISH GONNA SHOW UP IN THE FOOD FOR SURE.

yuppppppppppppppppppppppppppp.

ofc he starts yelling ANARTHHHHHHHH GHORRRRRRRRR ANARTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

lol that comically fake fish.

janhvi is literally the shocked pikachu meme.

poor mummy.

this dad really sucks. he deserves whatever janhvi has planned for him.

mummy being gaslighted like fuuuuuuuuuuuuhck.

i don't blame kabir for staying away from his annoying dad all these years.

ishaani is like, stupidly smitten with kabir and is about to have her heart smashed to smithereens.

damn that strut, with the pallu floating behind her. SHE'LL BE THE ONE TO DEFEAT THANOS/NIGHT KING!!!!!!!!!!

why does this house look like the set of big boss???

lo ji aa gaya ghar ka chirag.

aur chiraag ka unexpected +1.

sorry. +2.

everyone like the fuck is this bs, you think we're the oberois from mumbai, that you just marry someone on a whim without bothering to inform us and walk in?????? WE'RE NOT LIKE THAT HOT MESS OF A FAM!

the dad looks like he gonna murder kabir before janhvi can get to him.

what sach? what sach??????? gosh you two are boring and no one gives a f about you, just give me moarrrrr murder bhaabi.

#ek bhram sarvagun sampanna #ebss lbs #episode liveblogs

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soulless-soulsearcher · 7 years

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Rehashed Shit and Drunken Rant

Let me start off by saying I love Disneyland. Going there gives me nostalgic feels and the atmosphere is so beautiful and heart warming. Wish it was cheaper to go there, but that's besides the point. But I'm so tired of Disney movies, including Star Wars. They rehashed A New Hope in the Force Awakens. Rogue One was filled with bland as fuck characters. And now they have decided to make every single one of their original cartoon movies into live action ones. Is this a fucking joke? They don't even have to write anything for the next 50 years. They can just rehash every thing from now on. No original content. Because nothing is original nowadays(not really but damn, there are a lot of rehashes these days, too fucking many)Let's make ANOTHER Pirates of the Caribbean movie. That one show from the 70s, CHiPS, lets make a movie about that. Because people will recognize it. Or let's just make movies about every single shitty book ever. There is also the fucking Marvel cinematic universe. Ready to have super hero movies shoved down your throats till they don't make money anymore! Disney has learned how to print money. On a side note, I find it funny that now these new fps games are now going back to World War II games. After realizing that these modern and future warfare games have been dead for going on 5 years now, maybe longer. Props to battlefield on making a World War I game tho, I've been saying they needed to make one of those for a long time. On another side note, although not nearly as bad, music has some rehashed shit lately. But I hate to admit that a love this shit for some reason. Give me some catchy ass mindless pop music sometimes. But it's nice to see people like Lady Gaga and Melanie Martinez stick out in the pop world. I do really appreciate their craftsmanship On a positive note. There are still great movies, video games, and music coming out. Get Out was fantastic (one of the actors actually went to my high school and he actually talked to me, he played Andrew Logan King btw and is about to play L from Death Note on the Netflix show) and you have games like Persona 5 which embody gayness, friendship, and everything beautiful in the world. I recommend it to anyone with a PS3 or PS4. And you have people like Kendrick Lamar and bands like Arcade Fire creating beautiful shit. I don't wanna be that asshole that says "the past was better" but the past was seriously better. But I guess I'm a hypocrite because I'm hyped for this Mulan live action movie, still pissed they are supposedly taking the music out. Lion King movie also has me intrigued, like how the fuck are they gonna do that. Also I love Guardians of the Galaxy, but fuck every other Marvel movie. But I also respect your opinion to love/like all of these things, but you're fucking dumb if you do /s tl;dr tired of rehashed shit, drunk, but still like some of it, I'm a snob and I'll shit on you for fun but really I don't care, fuck Donald Trump

#rant #drunk #drunk rant #rehash #listening to Pink Floyd right now #the wall to be exact #also playing melee #fuck trump #the fact that fuck trump came right up when I typed fuck made me love humanity #I'm seriously happy about that

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rudydclapper-blog · 7 years

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Trove Promo Codes

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I really do not enjoy any Trion tools a result of way they give good results. I talk about Meer’s All round frustration which the vastly multi-participant choose to look at Minecraft could so most importantly miss out on the actual good thing about the upfront while cashing on the way to lowest prevalent denominator by jamming the loot hook towards the frontal lobe and devising option to eternally reel. T’would happen to be in a healthy condition to maintain earned one more operate in a great money generator prior to the monstrously unappreciative factors of 20 or so-primarily century capitalism disbanded this right after superior place completely. close to impossible to Yup, adored this “Slow-action existential crisis” is a excellent details of Notch’s living as a open find. I dunno, with my undertaking assess sprang out to disorder lots of intention facts together with his thoughts. 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