#with a fucking micro tree this time

[entitled-fangirl]

Two idiots in love.

Joel Miller x anemic!reader

Summary: Ellie notices the two lovebirds, and decides to ask Joel about it after the reader falls asleep.

Words: 1,584

Warnings: talk of death, anemia, mutual pining, cursing, Ellie being a shithead as always...

Author's note: The way I write about this man all day long but none of the fics go together 😦

Part 2!!!

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Joel decided to set up camp for the night, only outside of Boston by 10 miles.

Tess had just died, and things were still tender between Joel, Y/N, and Ellie.

Tess was Y/N’s older sister, and she looked up to her more than anyone.

And so did Joel.

Tess was their rock. Their steady hand in hard times. And she was gone.

But at least Joel and Y/N had each other.

They had been in an awkward “Are they? Aren’t they?” Situation for the past two years. 

They liked each other, that much was clear by the stolen glances and small smiles they gave one another. But they hesitated. 

They didn’t want to invest too much in each other just to watch the other die in front of them.

So, they remained friends.

Friends that like each other a lot.

And Ellie noticed it too.

She saw the way the two “friends” would share food. His hand was always placed on her waist or shoulder. Her eyes always flickered to him in a situation. 

She knew they loved each other.

Y/N sat her pack down, her body sore. She sat down, leaning back against the trunk of a tree.

Joel immediately took notice of her exhausted behavior, “Hey.”

She looked up, her voice soft, “…what?”

He kneels down next to her, “…you alright? Not… hurt or nothing?”

She pulls up her sleeve, revealing a nasty bruised where an infected had grabbed her.

He immediately pulled her arm in front of him, studying it.

“I’m fine…really. Just a bruise….”

His thumb grazes over her forearm lightly, his mind wandering a million miles an hour.

But that mind stilled when she spoke again, “…you alright, Joel?”

He nods, “Yeah. Fine.”

She takes that as an answer, studying the frown lines in his face with a smile of her own. She couldn’t help but like the older man. How kind he was to her. The caring touch he always gave her. She always felt her heart jump when he’d give her a soft look after practically murdering someone in front of her. In a way, it was… sweet.

Ellie had a shit eating grin on her face, watching the exchange with a careful eye.

If Joel noticed, he didn’t care enough to comment, his worry focused on the woman in front of him. “You take your meds?”

She sighed, her shoulders falling slightly, “…no.”

His eyes hardened, “Take them.”

A small smile came to her lips, “…Joel…”

“I fucking mean it. Take them. Now.”

Her smile fell, realizing how serious he had become. Her eyes watched the micro-expressions in his face change too.

She pushed herself up slightly with a huff. She pulled her pack to her, flipping the top up with a bit of an attitude. She dug around for a while. Finally, she found them, pulling out the orange pill bottle with a content sigh. 

Joel reached back, pulling out his canteen, handing it to her. “Go on…”

She took the pills, taking a drink from his canteen and handing it back to him. 

He smiled, “Good girl.”

And with that, he stood, going to check the perimeter.

Ellie watched him walk away, her eyebrows furrowing. She stood up, walking closer to Y/N. She then kneeled down, not much differently than Joel had. “What, uh… what was that?”

The woman scoffed softly, “…you’ve never heard of medication before?”

Ellie rolled her eyes, “No. I know what that is. I meant… you two. Like… what… I don’t know… what are you two?”

The woman looked up at the sunset. Or, at least, what she could see over the trees. She sighed, “I don’t know, El. Don’t ask things that there’s no answer to.”

Ellie huffed, moving back to her previous spot.

…

A few hours later, when the sun was long gone, the three of them sat around a small fire. Ellie sat across from Joel and Y/N, occasionally looking over at them.

Y/N’s eyelids were slightly drooping. They had been like that since they stopped for the day. It seemed that she couldn’t keep herself awake. 

And Joel noticed. Of course, he did. 

So, he let her lean against him, her head resting on his shoulder. 

He leaned his head down, his mouth in her hair, “Wanna sleep, sweetheart?”

Her grip tightened on his arm just slightly, “no… I… I’m fine… I’m awake…”

Joel chuckled. “Nah, honey. Go to sleep. Ellie and I will watch, right?”

Ellie’s head perked up and she nodded quickly. 

Y/N seemed to take that for an answer, slowly beginning to move to set up her sleeping bag. 

Joel grabbed her wrist, “Hey. Just… stay here, yeah?”

She turned to look at him, her eyebrows coming together in confusion. But the confusion didn’t outweigh the exhaustion, because she quickly nodded and moved back.

She leaned against his shoulder once again, feeling his arm snake around her waist to hold her against him. 

“Just sleep. I gotcha, darlin’.” 

She let her eyes close, the sleep calling to her.

A silence resounded through the forest, only the cricket’s chirping being heard.

Joel held her close, relishing in the feeling it gave him to know she was there. Safe in his arms. He could see her resting next to him, her chest moving up and down with each breath.

He lightly kissed the top of her head.

It seemed only then he remembered Ellie’s presence, because his gaze shifted her her. 

She had a large smirk on her face, her eyebrows raised.

Joel scoffed, “Oh, shut up.”

“I didn’t say nothing.”

“You said enough.”

She laughs to herself, going back to staring at the fire. 

Y/N shivered lightly, her body temperature dropping. 

Joel immediately shrugged off his jacket, moving her in his arms to wrap it around her. 

It woke her up, just barely, as she began to mumble. “No… don’t… I… I’m not cold...”

He wrapped her in it, pulling her further into his arms, trying to transfer some of his heat to her. 

“…Joel…”

He leaned his head down, “It’s alright… I wanted to… Let me look after you. Please, sweetheart.”

A soft breath left her lungs as she relaxed again, presumably falling back asleep.

Ellie studied the transaction, curious about something. 

Joel rolled his eyes, “What now?”

Ellie continued to stare at the woman, “What’s wrong with her?”

Joel’s jaw clenched. “There’s nothing wrong with her. She just… has a harder time than most.”

“...Well, that was vague as fuck.”

“Ellie… Goddammit. Just… ugh.”

“...Well…?”

Joel sighed, “…it’s anemia. She’s anemic.”

Ellie stared at the fire, thinking, “I don’t…”

“It’s a blood disease.”

Her mouth formed a small ‘o,’ her eyes moving back to him. He took this as a sign to continue. 

“The body needs oxygen. And a lot of it. There are these… carriers, I guess you could say, and they carry the oxygen through the bloodstream to different organs. They’re called blood cells.”

Ellie nodded, trying to follow along.

“Well, she doesn’t make enough of them. Her body doesn’t get enough oxygen. Makes her tired… and… whatnot…”

“So, that’s what her medicine is for?”

Joel nodded. “Hard to come by but… better than nothing.”

Ellie gulped. “And… when she doesn’t have any more?”

Joel's gaze hardened. “She has enough for the trip, alright. This is the most strenuous thing I’ll ever make her do,” his hand rubs across his face, “…fuck..” He sighed under his breath.

“So… it makes her tired and…what?”

Joel looks back up at her, “…dizzy, nauseous… she passes out sometimes, but… it’s rare. Out of breath… she’s having a harder time right now because… well.. you know…”

Ellie’s stare was blank, “…how the fuck do I know?”

Joel sighed again, his voice slightly raised, “Goddammit. Her… time of the month…”

“Oh. She’s on her period?” Ellie said with a smirk.

“Yeah. Yeah. So… even more less blood to go around… so… we’ll take it easy the next few days… give her a break.”

Ellie nods. Silence sets in before...

“You love her, don’t you?”

Joel’s head perks up, a surprised look on his face. “…What? No, I don’t…”

“Yeah you do.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Look at yourself, Joel.”

Joel looked down. His arm was wrapped around her waist, the other arm rubbing up and down her leg to create heat. He let out a grunt, “This is why I don’t fucking tell you things.”

Ellie scoffed, “You didn’t fucking say it. I’m looking at it, idiot.”

“Go the fuck to bed.”

“Wow. Just... wow. Way to be an adult, Joel. Real mature.”

“Goodnight.”

…

Y/N woke up a little while later to Joel moving her in his arms. She shifted, her eyes starting to open.

“Shh…. Go back to bed, baby," Joel whispered in her ear, "Just… go back to sleep for me.”

She was laying in Joel’s sleeping bag with him, his arms wrapped around her tightly, her head resting on his chest.

She hummed, “mmm… but…”

She could feel his smile, “None of that. Sleep, sweetheart. I’ll be here when you wake up. I always am.”

…

Surprisingly, Ellie was the first one to wake up that morning. She sat up, craning her neck to check for her companions.

And God, she wished she had a camera.

The two were wrapped in each other’s embrace, Joel’s soft snores echoing.

They were just two fucking idiots in love.

And Ellie made it her mission to get them together by the end of the trip.

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Author's note: I made a part 2!!!

[loucifersbitch]

He can't breathe. 

It's been half an hour.

He's soaked through.

He can barely hear through the wind and the yelling and the panic.

He can't see as well as usual, as if his vision has been reduced to a small tunnel, his peripheral vision nearly nonexistent.

He's numb and probably cold - he stopped feeling it around the 10 minute mark - and he can't. fucking. breathe.

Suddenly he hears it. There's a pop followed by a bang and then he's running. He doesn't know if he yelled at the rest of the team or if they heard it, too, but they're all with him as he bursts through a bush and dodges a tree, nearly sprinting toward the area where the sound came from.

He may have long legs, but Chimney’s faster as he cuts across in front of him, yelling something over his shoulder that Buck doesn't quite catch. The rain is so loud and so heavy, but they run as fast as the terrain will allow.

And then it's in front of them, the yellow and white body of the helicopter mangled amongst the downed trees, a weak line of smoke pouring out of the tail and immediately doused by the downpour. And a gloved hand sticking out of the cockpit window, lying on the ground at an unnatural angle. Not moving. Too still.

“Tommy,” he croaks. It's then that he realizes he's crying - has been for a while if the gravel in his voice is anything to go by.

They should've gotten here sooner. They should've found the crash site earlier. They should've left the station as soon as the mayday call came in. They could've saved at least a few minutes by leaving their turnouts behind. They would've -

“I've got a pulse!” Hen yells over the rain. He hadn't even noticed her or Chim move. “It's strong! He's just unconscious. Possible TBI, obvious compound fracture to the left ulna and radius, a few lacerations that I can see from here.”

Buck releases a sob, and his legs give out, but two pairs of hands catch him before he goes down. 

Chim is climbing into the cockpit gingerly, trying not to jostle anything - or Tommy. After a few moments, he yells, “Ravi, I need that backboard!”

“I got him, I got him,” Bobby says as Ravi leaves Buck’s side. Buck leans into Bobby and turns his head to his other side where - Eddie, of course - is also holding him steady.

“We got you, Buck,” Eddie says. Then he adds, “And they’ve got Tommy. They’ll get him out, and we’ll all go to the hospital with him.”

“A-all of you, too?” Buck grits out.

“Yeah, Buck. All of us,” Bobby answers. “You know that’s what we do when one of our family is injured. Tommy’s family, too.”

Buck can only nod. He swallows roughly. He’s already lost the battle with his emotions, but he knows his voice will crack and he’ll break down again if he thanks Bobby out loud.

Time is moving differently than it should. Soon he finds himself in the back of the ambulance with no recollection of how he got there. But he has Tommy’s good hand in his own, and that’s all that matters right now.

Tommy’s cold and drenched, and his face is covered in micro lacerations, and there’s a distinct smell of fuel hanging in a haze around them, but Tommy’s here. His hand is as soft as it always is and his pulse is beating steadily under Buck’s fingers lingering on his wrist. Hen and Chim work nearby, running IVs and giving Tommy medications and moving around Buck without disturbing him. They set his arm as well as they can, and he can hear Bobby in the front seat call in their ETA to the nearest ER, letting them know what to prep for.

They’re almost to the hospital when Tommy’s eyes flutter open briefly.

“Ev-?” he starts to say, his voice raspy, but Buck cuts him off.

“I’m here, baby. We’re all right here. We’ll be at the hospital soon. We’ve got you.”

Buck doesn’t know if Tommy can even comprehend what he’s saying, but Tommy hums in acknowledgement before immediately passing out again.

Then the doors of the ambulance swing open, and Tommy is out of sight in seconds. 

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[dalliancekay]

We've been talking for millions of years

Aziraphale was clearly taken by Angel!Crowley from the moment he met him. I think the 6000 years could be read as when the whole human (breeding) thing starts. They didn't start Universe with the Big Bang, much like they didn't start the Earth with micro life and then dinosaurs and then people. They planned up and build everything and then started it up. And once started, it was meant to last about - 6000 years. When we meet Aziraphale and Angel!Crowley in Before the Beginning, Earth was still an idea in the works. The War didn't happen. So I hope after they met, they talked and talked and Crowley grumbled about how unfair it all was and Aziraphale tried to placate him that it will all work out somehow and to be careful. And they kept meeting, Crowley showing Aziraphale the prettiest corners of the universe, Aziraphale telling Crowley exciting developments re: Earth.

I wouldn’t try to guess at how far their relationship has gone… maybe relationships of the kind we know now weren’t invented yet and still, these two loved each other without knowing anything about it. After all, no other angels seem to have ANY relationships of any kind. Apart from higher or lower levels of condescension towards each other.

Then the Great War came and tore them apart. After knowing each other for millions of years and their close more-than-friendship, their world falls apart. ---------

Aziraphale is relieved when he’s sent down to Earth to guard the brand new humans from the demons he has heard that the damned angels have been turned into. He’s a bit fearful about the whole thing maybe but glad to be away and keen, if a bit anxious to see the project he’s discussed/worked on for so long.

Crowley hates Hell. He hates it cos it’s not what he wanted nor what he thought he was joining. He has been lied to. He’s not regretting his decision to turn his back on Heaven, no. He still thinks they’ve made too many crappy decisions. But he despises what the Rebellion became.

When Beelzebub asks for a volunteer to go up to the new planet and tempt the fresh innocent human couple into joining them, he volunteers, even if only to escape the claustrophobic walls and the mess nobody ever clears up.

Tempting comes easy to him. He imagines talking to his lost friend. ‘But why wouldn’t you try fruit from this one tree. What’s the problem with knowing things anyway? Wouldn’t you want to decide for yourself Eve? And Eve does make a decision.

Crowley’s worried now. Not for himself. He’s without hope but did he hurt humans by doing this. He didn’t mean to. He doesn’t really want them to go to Hell. Or Heaven for that matter. He only thinks they should be free to make their own choices. If only he had someone to talk to.

He spotted a distant angel earlier. They held a flaming sword but surely he can dodge that if needs be. He could just try for a simple chat. He has no idea how demons are talked about in Heaven. He guesses the angel might just try to smite him. Worth the risk. Everything feels so raw and strange here. Maybe stealing a bit of familiarity will help him settle his nerves.

He decides to slither over and ask how the angel feels about what’s been done. Will they be furious. Hurt? Guilty? Oh. It’s him. It’s too late now. Always too late. It’s him. Aziraphale. Aziraphale. It is HIS angel. What is he going to do. FUCK! Well. No better way to find out. He could just tease him like the old times. What's the worst that can happen. “Well that went down like a lead balloon.” A lead balloon? Whatthefuck even is that. Oh for Someone's sake.

Aziraphale’s standing on top of the Garden wall, squeezing his fingers with worry - what exactly has happened anyway? What has possessed him to give away his sword. Did he disappoint God? Heaven? It doesn’t FEEL wrong to help them. If only he had someone to talk to.

Oh - who's this. Another angel? Oh. Oh no. Could it be? A lead balloon?!? “Sorry what was that?” Does he remember me? I think he does. I think he does. He’s here. As lovely as always.

I’ll keep him safe. Safe. I will keep him safe this time.

[evilminji]

Okay it's continued to bug me? >.>

Midi-chlorians. They exsist in symbiosis, right?

Theoretically using us as a host to live and populate in, in return for the sweet ability to feel the Force goodness? Interact with it maybe. They vibin.

But like?

....has? Has?? Anyone tried meditating at THEM?

Yeah, THROUGH them, you can connect with The Force. Cosmic Wonders etc. Taste the time particles. But that is A->B->C with you being A and the Force being C. Like connecting over the internet. But? In that analogy? Has anyone tried to talk to the COMPUTER?

They can "talk" to animals. Trees. Kyber.

Surely their OWN midi-chlorians would be receptive?

Little confused at first, probably. Because that's not how they usually function. But? Hey! New trick! We would like more iron in your diet please! And that guys Vibez? Rancid. You should get more hugs! :D ×10 trillion micro-organisms (in cheerful, teeny tiny, lil barely there Squeeky Voices, probably)

Cause like? All things are possible in the Force. But? Sometimes being IN a reality? Means you accept a certain consensus. One that might not be TRUE. Such as? "You can not TALK to midi-chlorians" and "you can not encourage them to multiply, thus RAISING YOUR OWN FORCE SENSITIVITY"

A WISE experiment? Fuck no. It was probably really stupid.

And "talk" is a strong, anthropomorphizing sort word in this context.

But STILL! For not technically sentient microorganisms? They are doing a GOOD JOB! We are very proud! And hey, it taught us so much! Like? How to ASK stuff! Such as?

"Aren't you TIRED? Just completely DONE with this guys rancid vibes and poor eating habits? Don't you want to LEAVE? Maybe make a cool new Force baby? My buddy Anikin Skywalker was a force baby! This Sheev guy keeps using you for wack shit. You gonna take that? Put up with his SHIT?"

.....heeeey, wait a minute.... O:< she's RIGHT! They DON'T have to put up with this! Thanks, bestie! We're gonna leave! *the CHANCELLOR OF THE FUCKING REPUBLIC explodes*

[alchemistc]

For the micro story: nr. 15: trembling hands or nr. 20: alone, finally?

I did 15 here!

20. alone, finally

"Sorry, we're leaving, I promise, I'm sorry about my drunk friends, it's just -- you guys are so cute together!"

Tommy watches a baby Queen march her drunk friends away from the LAFD tent, herding them like cats. It's almost dark out, and most booths are at least in the process of packing up. That is firmly not part of his agreement to man the booth for four hours, so he stands before Sal can comment on being mistaken for a couple again.

"Have fun packing up!" He calls out, already pushing up the back end of the tent, reaching for his phone in his back pocket, hoping desperately that Hen and Karen haven't gotten his baby bi too drunk to stand. He'd looked a little wobbly earlier that afternoon, but he'd accepted the ice cold water Tommy'd handed him with the kind of smile that usually meant he was thinking about sucking Tommy off.

He doesn't have a single text from any of them, and the concern starts to ratchet up before a fairly sober voice calls out "Hey handsome."

He's -- Christ, he's just drunk enough to know what he fucking looks like, leaning against the palm that had given them a modicum of shade all afternoon, long long legs in tiny tiny shorts, a tee shirt just barely long enough that, when paired with his comically out of proportion torso, isn't quite a crop top. Blue and purple and pink a little smeared on his cheekbone, dick necklace still around his neck.

("Where did you even find this," Tommy asked, his boyfriend two sheets to the wind and giving Sal a narrow eyed smile, like he suspected Sal might be up to something, volunteering to run the LAFD Pride booth with Tommy for the later part of the day.

"Karen ordered them online!"

Sal, two hours in to listening to Tommy bitch that he wasn't out there enjoying himself with his silly, beautiful, dressed-like-a-goddamn-whore of a man, had flicked his finger out at a particularly fat pink dick and introduced himself without any of the normal vitriol he reserved specifically for the men Tommy dated.)

"Hey." And they're alone, he realizes, the whole row of booths on either side broken down for the evening, street closed off for the rest of the weekend, Sal grumbling in the tent behind them.

"I brought you a change of clothes," he tells Tommy, unfolding a pair of shorts Tommy has doubts will fit over his ass. He's gonna be showing more thigh than he's been comfortable with since he was newly out. The shirt is -- doable, and definitely preferable to his department issue tee he's certain has permanent pit stains.

Tommy crowds Evan against the tree, enjoying the way he fits between the sprawl of Evan's legs, the way he's still a little sloppy as he kisses back, nose crushed against Tommy's cheek, tongue a little uncoordinated. "We don't have to go to the bar," Tommy wheedles, and Evan wheels his head back enough that the only reason he doesn't smack it against the trunk is the pressure from Tommy's hand preventing it.

"It's my first Pride. Are you gonna deny me the right to show off my hot firefighter pilot?"

God, it never takes much to convince him, when Evan pulls out those puppy eyes. He makes a grab for the clothes tucked under Evan's arm. "If Sal sees my ass when I'm changing, you don't get to fight him this time."

Evan tugs him in for another kiss instead of arguing the point.

[moronwithoutmo]

Dewdrop x Mountain

My first Ghost smut ficlet! I wrote this with my own ghoul designs in mind. You can check that art out on my profile :3

"Early Days" M/M, dew/mountain, implied/referenced dew/aether and mountain/aether, anal fingering, handjob, size difference, first kiss, first time together

link to the fic on ao3

18+ content below the cut!!!

This fic is set in the first few months after Dew, Aether, and Ifrit join the band. Ivy has just left and is soon replaced by Mountain. Dewdrop is immediately dumbstruck by this tall, quiet demon. He finds him devilishly handsome and loves the way he plays drums. They click musically immediately, playing together with ease (and Aether too). Dew is developing a crush, and each time Mountain opens up or he learns a little more about him, he falls harder. Mountain finds Dew energetic and chatty, but with a raging temper, both like a tempest and a flame. As such a reserved person himself, Mountain admires Dew's tenacity and enjoys being around him. He especially loves playing with him; Their musical chemistry is beyond compare. Mountain also enjoys watching their fellow band mate Aether exploring playing with Dew. Mountain can tell these people are going to be an important part of his life.

I wanted to explore the first time Dew and Mountain have a romantic/sexual encounter. Dew has been wanting to jump Mountains bones and climb him like a tree for months, but he hasn't wanted to push his reserved friend's boundaries. Despite becoming closer, there was still so much they didn't know about each other. Dew had a feeling Mountain was open to anything romantically, but he wasn't sure how the other demon felt about relationships with band members. He knew Papa doesn't care (in fact, he encouraged it), but Dew really didn't want to mess this up or make it awkward. He's already explored quite a few things with Aether sexually and found they were very compatible (Satan, that dick...) Also note, this is before Dew's elemental transition.

After a late practice session one night the other ghouls are packing up and heading to their rooms in the abbey, but Dew lingers when he sees Mountain making no move to vacate. He initially stays to make sure his friend was alright, but soon realizes this might be a chance to ask him about his preferences on neutral ground. Somewhere he could escape the conversation easily.

Dew starts casual chit chat about life outside of band activities (not much for either of them), and slips in a comment about him and Aether. That perks up mountains fluffy ears, and he cut his eyes over to Dew questioningly, "You're dating him?"

"Nah, we're just fucking. Besides neither of us really like exclusivity anyway." Dew says as he watches Mountain carefully hoping to catch any micro-reactions from the man. He sees a crease in his brow and then a small smile.

"I'm.. relieved to hear I'm not the only one of us who is polyamorous, or- if that's what you meant?" Mountain stumbles through his question.

Dew chuckles and smiles back, "No, you've got it right. Although I'm sure it's a bit different for each of us."

"So you aren't bothered by having a relationship with a coworker?"

"Oh no, that kind of stuff doesn't get to me. Papa practically begs us to breed after every performance anyway. I'm comfortable whenever my partner is." Dewdrop explains.

"That he does!' Mountain laughs, Dew loves it. "I feel the same way as you. As long as my partner is happy, I'm good to go."

Dew knows this is it, He should make a move now. His heart speeds up and his dark eyes grow starry as he steps toward Mountain. There he sits behind the drum kit confidently, knowing he belongs. Comfort radiates from his posture and Dew feels his pants tighten around him. Satan, he's pathetic. He stops just in reach of Mountain, just staring at him in awe.

The Earth Ghoul reaches at a hand and rests it on Dew's wrist before asking, “Are you comfortable with this happening?”

Dew lets out a burst of air as a wry laugh, "Baby, you don't know now many times I've imagined us doing things like this, and worse."

Mountain smiles wider and says "Well then, after tonight, you'll have to show me what worse is sometime," as he lays a large, gentle hand on Dew's neck to reach his lips. As they share their first kiss, Dew lets out a moan from Mountain’s words. This is nothing like he imagined. It's infinitely better, Richer, more real. Mountain is gentle, his kiss is soft and gritty simultaneously, and warm, earthy breath hangs between them. Dew clambers into Mountain's lap in the stool. Dew whines when he fits easily, supported fully by the vast expanse of Mountains' thighs. They kiss and they kiss and kiss. Out of all the advantages that come with being a demon, not needing to breathe is Dew's favorite at this moment. The kiss they share is sinful, Lust so powerful they could fuel the fires of Hell for weeks. The union between them is for the dark lord, and for them in their greed. Dew instinctively grinds his ass down into Mountain's thigh. He adores this big demon. He relishes lovers with endless amounts of skin to discover. Another reason he loves being with Aether. What the ghoul lacks vertically, he makes up for in muscle and fat. Mountain, however, is pure height and craggy angles. Dew wants to scale him and jump off, only to be caught by his gentle hands, which are now caressing his sides gently, lifting up the hem of his t-shirt. The cool, stale air of the abbey basement reaches Dew's lower back and he shivers. The area is soon covered by Mountain's warm hands as they slip into the band of Dew's sweats. They squeeze the base of his tail and then his supple ass, and Dew let's a wrecked moan separating them from their minutes-long kiss.

Dew jokes breathlessly," Did Aether tell you I liked that?"

Mountain breathes heavily and smiles, "No, it just seemed the right thing to do." Dew squeaks and buries his face into the tall Ghoul's chest, mumbling something about not being able to be more perfect.

Mountain lets out an amused breath through his nose before slipping the water ghoul's pants over his ass fully, letting them rest on top of Dew's thighs, "Commando huh?"

"Don't judge me, I hate underwear. It's restrictive."

"I definitely won't be thinking about that during the next show." Mountain says sarcastically, need slipping through his tone.

Dew whines and bucks his hips at that thought, "Please, Mountain..." he screws his eyes shut against the other man's shirt. Mountain decides not to tease the desperate man lying against him and circles his fingers experimentally over Dew's hole, and finds it dripping wet, "Woah, you prepared yourself before?"

Dew groans and shakes his head, face heating up, "No no, it's an elemental thing..."

Mountain's eyebrows shoot up, "Interesting..." he shakes his head softly before slipping two whole fingers into Dew steadily, Dew keens and bucks back against Mountain's hand.

"Ohh fuck, Mountain," Dew groans.

"What do you need?"

Dew takes a second to respond, caught up in sensation, "Mm-more," is all he's able to struggle out. Where his mouth is inactive his hands are not. He snakes one between their bodies and presses into Mountain's hard-on through his shorts. Mountain groans and his eyelids flutter, causing his fingers to falter inside of Dew’s wetness. When he adjusts to the sudden feeling on his groin, Mountain presses a third finger inside Dew. The water ghoul yells, the sound echoing through the large chamber. Dew is embarrassingly close to climax after that and he desperately shoves his hand into Mountain's shorts, clumsily squeezing his throbbing cock. Mountain moans Dew's name into his long hair, his other hand resting heavily on Dew's back. Dew sobs as he presses onto Mountain's thick fingers as they massage his prostate.

"Mmmmountain..." Dew slurs, drooling on Mountain's sweaty shirt and continuing to stroke his dick. Mountain strains desperately against Dew's slim hand, gritting his teeth trying to hold off his release. He quickens his pace fingering Dew, knowing he can't hold out for much longer. The shorter man tenses his body as his stomach tightens under the growing pressure of on orgasm.

Dew continues moaning Mountain's name and squeezing his cock as he comes in the front of his sweatpants. Pleasure wracks his body, tremors running through him. Mountain follows soon after, releasing all over Dew's hand and his own boxers. Dew lays panting against Mountain as the Earth Ghoul's climax runs its course. Mountain lets out a weak grunt as he finishes, slumping against Dew.

A few moments of sated silence pass before Dew laughs into Mountain's neck and kisses him there. Mountain smiles softly and holds Dew closer, supporting his weight.

"Wow." Mountain breathes out.

Dew laughs before agreeing "Yeah, baby. Wow.” He cuddles closer to Mountain, growing sleepier by the second. "Thanks for that."

"My pleasure," Mountain jokes. "You want to head to bed?" Dew nods and slips off mountain with shaky legs. He winces at his sticky pants and pulls them completely off. Mountain's eyes widen, taking in Dew's sculpted, perfect legs. He feels blood swell in his cock once again, beginning to harden so soon after release. Dew yawns and stretches, shoots a smile of Mountain, and saunters towards the door.

"Night, baby~" He sings as he slips out into the hallway, presumably off to his room. Mountain sits there for a moment, mouth open. He's about to get up and begin cleaning when Aether pops his head in the door.

He laughs light-heartedly and reassures Mountain, "Don't worry, he's just too excited to share a bed right after the first time."

Mountain smiles small; he understands completely. Aether glances down at him sitting behind the drums, half-hard cock hanging out of his come-covered shorts.

"You have fun? Took you two long enough. Dew's been pining for about as long as you're been here." Aether chuckles and grins salaciously, "And, Uh, let me extend my own offer if you're ever interested."

Mountain stands and adjusts himself and his shorts before looking up to address the quintessence Ghoul , "I'd be remiss to turn you down, Aether. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to take a cold shower." He and Aether turn the lights off and walk down to the dorms together until they reach Mountain's room. They had just replaced the old placard that said Ivy with a shiny new one with his own name. He hopes to see it dusty and dull someday. He bids Aether goodnight and steps into the room he was quickly learning to call home.

[innocentlymacabre]

They Bring Me Flowers

Innocently Macabre Presents: Micro Monday Edition 2

tw death, grief, funeral

“They called me selfish, you know,” Ishaan said, settling down on the ground with his back resting against a tree. He took a heavy swig from the bottle of whiskey he had tucked under his arm and set it down next to him. “For not being there yesterday. You don’t think I’m selfish, do you?”

Ishaan didn’t know what to do with his pauses so he drank again. He followed the burning sensation trickling its way down his throat until it settled in his stomach and vanished instantly.

“No,” he finally said, prying the bottle away from his lips and answering his own question. “You don’t think I’m selfish. How could I have been there, man? Thirty years, we knew each other. Thirty fucking years. No one in that room had anything on us. None of ‘em could hold a candle to that kind of time.”

Despite himself, Ishaan chuckled involuntarily at his accidental joke and turned to face Aayush’s pyre for the first time since he sat down. “Guess you showed them, huh?” he said, looking at the candles arranged around the burning body. “Largest candle around.”

Ishaan paused to slowly sip on some more of the single malt. He wished it burned more, but he’d been drinking for so long his throat had been numbed.

“I always said I would never drink when sad. Didn’t want to make that association in my brain and whatnot. But what else am I meant to do right now, really? If you were here, I would have drank only half as much, so it’s your fault really. Guess something good did come of all this, eh? Free pass to blame the dead guy.”

Ishaan toasted with the spirits around him and drank some more. He wondered how much he would have to drink to actually start seeing ghosts, and then wondered if he would find out tonight. He knew the bottle with him wasn’t enough on its own, he needed more than that. His memory was already hazy though, so he couldn’t say with certainty how much he’d drank before he stumbled onto the funeral grounds.

He hadn’t intended to end up there. He just wanted to get out of the house. It was beginning to feel like the walls would cave in at any second and trap him underneath, suffocating him while he died a slow, agonising death.

But he wasn’t the one who was dead. Aayush was. He was here and Aayush was gone.

“I came, you know,” Ishaan declared, looking straight at the pyre. “None of them know this, but I was there. Briefly. For a moment. I was there. That hill behind us,” Ishaan pointed, turning around, “you could see everything from up there. I saw them light you on fire. I saw the fire grow and fade into the sky, and then I left. When I came back, there were only a few people left, but I stayed up there anyway. They milled about, not really saying much to each other, and I didn’t bother to try and make out who they were. It didn’t matter. None of them were me and you.

“Anyway, I stayed long after they left too. I stayed and I just…watched. I watched the fire take you over completely and I, I couldn’t do anything. I had to let you burn. What else could I have done? You don’t think I’m selfish, do you? I wasn’t meant to stop that or anything? Did you want to be buried? Nah, you wouldn’t want to rot away with the maggots and shit. Yeah, this was better.”

Ishaan didn’t say anything for a long time after that. He just stared into the fire fuelled by Aayush’s burning body and drank in silence, accompanied only by the occasional crackling of the pyre. The wind picked up and buffeted him so he scootched closer to the only source of warmth around.

Aayush burned with interesting patterns, Ishaan noted. All the little flames were various hues of orange, some deeper and angrier than others, but they all danced to their own beat. Ishaan wondered who the band was, but then remembered music was for weddings, not funerals. Unless you’re in a movie. Then everything gets a song.

Some of the little orange people danced in a circle, as if they were trying to raise the dead. Ishaan would have very much liked to join them. Others strung one another along in a strict, straight line and looked very serious, as if they had somewhere important to be. There were a few that seemed to have been cast out to the side. Ishaan reached out to touch these ones.

They were warm, but they didn’t burn. He liked dancing his fingertips across those little droplets of fire, playing the keys of an imaginary piano. If Aayush were there, he probably would have said something about that being the only piano Ishaan could play. But Aayush wasn’t there.

“It was meant to be us against the world, man. Till the very end,” Ishaan muttered. “You promised.”

Ishaan put the bottle to his lips and started gulping down the remains, not caring to pause even when he had the almost uncontrollable urge to cough up the liquor that had just been poured down. He stopped just short of the end of the bottle. He looked at the tiny volume left inside the tinted glass, and, for the first time in two days, a small smile appeared on his lips.

“Last sip’s yours, right? I’ve got a lifetime of last sips ahead of me, so I’ll let you have this one.”

Ishaan poured the remaining whiskey over the pyre and watched as it violently rose and cracked satisfactorily.

When it had calmed back down a little, he lay down next to Aayush, Ishaan and Aayush under the stars together one last time, and, unable to fight off the exhaustion any longer, gave in to sleep.

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[wildfire317]

@liveleaker @jaquesmes

Alright listen here you little inbred, KKK wannabe chucklefucks news flash neither of you are main characters and your barely even background characters so quit acting like you dumbfucks are worth more than the dirt under your toenails. Nobody in their right mind actually thinks your dumb racist, homophobic and sexist comments are funny or cute, you two just look like absolutely moronic dipshits with micro-dongs and chihuahua complexes. And another thing you living condom usage advertisements, Nobody wants your defective sewing needle sized, piss poor excuses for cocks that not even a rat could choke on or your rotting in the middle of a dry summer sewer smelling, flatter than a piece of paper asses any where near them and if you think they do your even less intelligent than a single cell organism. You both claim to be adults so goddamn act like it because as things are right now you're both acting like a pair of rocket propelled spaz maggots spring-loaded face first up the asses of psychedelic freakout weasels on idiot drugs. Also you want to call someone swagless and bitchless you might want to take a good long look in the mirror because I don't see a singular molecule of swag on either of you or a single bitch and I'm not surprised considering you both look like the kind of guys that order boneless, dry rub chicken wings and then lose a fight to a chihuahua. And by the way just because you pieces of dick-cheese started putting out at twelve and peaked at 15 doesn't mean you get to drag everyone else down the perverted dunkass tree with you. Also your 8 decade curse is the biggest joke in the history of curses from any religion it isn't even an actual curse, it barely even qualifies as a jinx and thats ignoring the fact that it's basically useless the way you attempted to use it anyways and was over all a monumentally stupid waste of everyones time so stuff that in your prison cell and sit on it. You two blithering, feculent, shit holes are such lame wastes of genetic material i would not be surprised if both of your probably absentee fathers wish they had worn a condom at the time of your conceptions which explains your blatantly fatherless behavior and I bet your mothers change the subject when anyone asks about you and envy people who have never met or heard of you. Your "your momma" jokes are the most pathetic I have ever seen, were either of you actually even trying or was that the extent of your creativity? Because they were the weakest, most uninspired and embarrassing "your momma" jokes I have ever had the displeasure of reading to the point that they barely even qualify, And don't even get me started on your insults because I have met 3rd graders who have better insults. Your "oh look at me I'm a terrorist" shtick is so stupid and pathetic i couldn't help but cackle at your waste of energy like what do you want a cookie? Because you don't even deserve the crumbs of crap after someone else ate a cookie so who even gives a barfing fuck about it? You jackasses are about as threatening as some mild flatulence. I hope you piss ant's have fun dying alone and unwanted and that every time you think you have to fart you end up shitting your pants, i hope that every time you go to put socks on they are soaking wet and ice cold, i hope that the next time you are anywhere near a lego set or box of thumbtacks you step on one, i hope that every time you go to bed both sides of your pillow are annoyingly hot and give you lice, and lastly i hope that every single time you go to walk past a piece of furniture that you bang your toes on it hard enough to break your toe bones. Isn't it funny how quickly your bullshit unravels when someone actually intelligent calls you out? Do the world a favor and delete all of your social media, go apologize to whichever trees are working their proverbial asses off to replace the oxygen you're both wasting and then sew your mouths shut you cowardly wastes of skin. Id say you could learn from this but then I'd sound just as stupid as you two. Sayonara you worthless, crotch-stained barf-puppets.

( @warringwarrioridiot @p1n34ppl3-c4t24 for your reading entertainment)

[whitegoldtower]

Sorry but I’m gonna smack u all with my ‘tism stick

Have my favourite spider, favourite crystals, favourite poisons and favourite mushrooms

African Black Velvet: eresidae gandanameno sp. “Pretoria” - I want to keep one as a pet, desperately. 10/10 perfect spider.

CHICKEN OF THE WOODS (laetiporus cincinnatus) - if I ever found one of these I would bash my head off a tree in excitement and glee

Fly Agaric (Amanita Muscaria) - I found a few of these while out walking with my uni group 2 years ago and accidentally held up the whole group with a TED Talk. Luckily they were all also mentally ill / autistic /nd art students so I didn’t bore anybody

Ghost Fungus!!!!! (Omphalotus Nidiformis) - if I had the money I would 100000% fly to australia and venture out into the blue mountains at night just to see these beauties bioluminesce.

Vivianite: anyone who brings up crystals around me has probably heard me go “DO YOU KNOW VIVIANITE GROWS OUT OF CORPSES” at some point. It’s a ferrous iron phosphate mineral that grows in a monoclinic crystal system and thrives in anaerobic boggy environments. It forms when the hydroxyapatite in your bones (major source of phosphate) reacts with water from a waterlogged tomb and the iron in any surrounding rocks, resulting in cool shit like blue skeletons and crystals growing out yer teef

Grape Agate: it’s not agate. It’s not chalcedony. It’s not amethyst. It’s a variety of quartz silica which are commonly termed as ‘amethystine’, and instead of taking on the macrocrystalline monoclinic formations typical of normal quartz, it’s made up of up micro crystals that grow radially in a botryoidal form. Also comes in green and white. It’s only found in the Manakarra Beach in Indonesia.

Strychnine: (Strychnos Loganiaceae, Nux Vomica) - the one that leaves you with a hideous grin. It causes violent muscle contractions, enough to make the body bend back to an unnatural degree before the victim finally dies of asphyxiation. Particularly horrid as the victim remains conscious throughout the ordeal and is very much aware of what is happening. In fact, the victim is hyperaware. Nasty stuff. It inhibits your postsynaptic glycine receptors in your spinal cord, which causes the intensely painful and involuntary contortions. Also it’s mentioned in the Herbal of Rufinus as ‘good for helping to balance the phlegmatic and choleric humours’ through purging (vomiting, hence why it’s called the ‘vomiting nut’), and was a medicine to be used with great caution.

Giant Hogweed (Heracleum Apiaceae, Mantegazzianum): all parts of this plant are toxic. man fuck this stuff, if you touch it you’re literally gonna be burning and blistering every time the sun touches your skin for months and possibly even years after coming into contact with this hellspawn plant. Its active constituents are furanocoumarins, which basically mutate your skin cells to become incredibly sensitive to light. It’s a mutagenic and possibly carcinogenic photoactive compound.

Mandrake (Mandragora Officinarum): it’s in the nightshade family (Solanaceae)! Revered in folklore for the way its roots look like a person, said to ‘scream and cause death’ upon being uprooted. It’s a powerful narcotic, hallucinogenic and emetic plant, meaning that you try and eat this shit and you’ll be absolutely off your tits and vomming your guts up before you kick it.

Other honourable mentions that make for interesting reading:

Orpiment, Gasteracantha Cancriformis, Gasteracantha Arcuata, Sugar Fluorite, Jelly Lichens, Monkshood (Aconitum), Bleeding Tooth Fungus, Amorphophallus Titanium

Stupid fact about me: I have, in fact, ingested wormwood (Artemisia Absinthium) to see what sort of effect it would have out of curiosity, but didn’t get very far as it tasted fucking awful (I made a tea). Tastes like nail polish remover, 0/10 do not recommend. Didn’t ingest enough to feel any sort of thujone effect and my little experiment was safely conducted. I did, however, burn some to see if that would do anything and it made me feel rank in the tummy. No hallucinogenic effect. Again. 0/10 do not recommend.

[ewicomkicks2point0]

Some Cusu-Cusu things I love

That Me has the darkest black hair in her team and I assume the whole game. I instantly noticed this when I was watching gameplay for the first time and I felt so stupidly proud when I did

I really love their stage. Like, they’re just out in the middle of some jungle and there’s a waterfall and a snake that looks really weird and all those rocks and all those bushes and trees and the fog that completely surrounds it all. EVERYTHING. I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT IT. I WANNA BE THERE. Ugh don’t even get me started on the remix where evRYTHING IS SUDDENLY REALLY DARK AND HOW THE LEAVES AND FLOWERS GLOW AND TGAT STINKING CORPSE LILY IS SPEWING OUT SOME GLOWING SHIT UGGGGHHHHH

Me and Kei’s horns !!!!!!!!!!!!! SUCH a cool design detail to add, makes these characters and the universe they’re in even more diverse. And I’ve always believed that they have no connection to their curse.

Their loud stomps they do that can fuck up the audio sometimes, similarly to that giant chunk of meat that comes down from the sky but does it way more obviously

Still love my headcannon that Cindy made the teams accessories and that Me doesn’t like to wear accessories as much, if at all

Specifically the eyes on Me’s mask, I’ve referred to them as looking like targets and I still really like that look

The physics on Cindy’s tail, it makes it look so cool, especially when it drags on the floor sometimes. Same deal with Dragon’s hair but I think her tail looks cooler in the game lol

Sahara has the highest quotient out of all the characters, ‘wild child quotient : 102’. Even higher than Shogun’s which is ‘Micheal quotient : 100’ so basically she’s more of a wild child than Micheal is themself

It feels pointless to say this but I haven’t seen any other drawings of Me so to me it’s pretty clear that her hair is in a single braid [ its modelled the same way Dragon’s is], but I also like to imagine that her hair is very curly so her hair being pulled back in a low braid helps keep it out of the way of her horns. I also recently [like over a year ago lol] started seeing Kei’s hair as micro braids [still up in a ponytail, obviously].

Their dances ??!!!!??!!?! HELLO ????? Before I even found out about the existence of DS2001, I was super fixated on Robo-Z, so when I saw Cusu-Cusu for the first time, instantly fell in love with them, then I saw their gameplay, then saw FUCKING ROBO-Z GOLD MOVESSSSSSS !!!! I screamed. I cried. I died. I shat myself. Also their quartets are reeAally good. I’d love to make a compilation of all my favourite moves if anyone would ever post good view mode footage

I have an idea that Me and Kei are twins, I don’t really think I need to explain this. They’re so just so similar in a way that other characters in other teams aren’t. I can get REALLY deep about it but that’ll be for later…

I’m so intrigued as to why Me and Kei’s quotients are 71 and 72 respectively. It’s most likely because it’s the average number for a quotient but still….. [I just have to look so deeply at every single thing because there’s nothing else I can do]

Obviously their relationship with each other. They just love and care for each other so much so the curse on Me and Kei is so much more devastating. Galaxy4 also have trauma but join together with the power of friendship to deal with it, Cusu-Cusu on the other hand, are not able to get over it. Not only is the curse happening right now, non of their endings are ideal. I can’t really imagine them all happy and together in a lovely sisterly bond because that just isn’t allowed to happen in their story. And who even are Kei and Me ?? We have no idea !! We just know that Cindy and Sahara love them so deeply and it all just makes so sad. But I love it

Saharas hairstyle being a reference to Pebbles from The Flintstones, I’ve never watched the show but it’s such an adorable reference and I just love bones as accessories.

COLOUR SCHEME !!! The colour scheme for the whole team is just perfect: how neutral yet colourful Kei looks, how Cindy’s dress colour and skin colour blend into each other and how her black hair provides a really good contrast, etcetera etcetera…

Probably the most specific headcannon ever but I think that Cindy likes wearing tails. I’ve done designs where the tail is just a really stylised fabric piece but I really like the look of her having an actual tail so I think that she personally would also really like it. Inspired by this tweet I saw on pinterest lol :

[oiladgivememoney99]

Newscapepro SCP Rewrite Season 2: Alpha Strike

“Alright, are we all ready for our first mission as Alpha Strike?” Triana said to the rest of her team, all of which (Excluding Lara, obviously) were in the same helicopter as her. All wearing the, in Cory’s humble opinion far better looking green uniforms, including the bullet proof vest with each individual soldier’s insignia posted on their chest.

“I’ve been ready since we got back to base,” Hooper chuckled.

“Course I’ve been ready, these uniforms are sick!” Scott laughed.

“Yeah,” Cory nodded. “I look really good in green,”

Nikole didn’t speak, she just kinda crossed her arms and waited to land, uninterested as ever.

“Good enough, we’ll be attempting to recontain SCP-280. Use the flashlights provided to you to move it into an area that can inhibit it’s movement,” Lara cleared her throat. “Scott, you will use the experimental Micro HID Canon to stun it for a longer period of time,”

“Sounds good LT!” Scott chuckled.

“Glad you’re confident, cause we’re landing soon; everyone else ready?”

Everyone else affirmed, pulling out the flashlights, the brightness on them was enough to blind someone, and hopefully to do whatever it was supposed to do to this Skip. Admittedly Cory wasn’t paying much attention when Triana was explaining what it was. He didn’t have much time to ask anyway as they were landing in a forest. A forest with tall, dark trees that made the ground appear nearly black. Cory felt a small shiver go up his spine as he looked at it.

“Whaddaya scared, Cory?” Hooper slapped the man on the back, Scott and Nikole both chuckled.

“N-No! Maybe…” Cory mumbled as he held out his flashlight like a gun, sweat dripping down his forehead.

“You’ll be fine, Cory,” Triana reassured. “I’ve gotten you out of worse,”

Nikole cleared her throat. “We’ve gotten him through worse,”

“Yes, yes, let’s get moving now,” Triana tapped her headset. “Any signs of the Skip, Bluejay?”

“Flying a drone above the area now, I’ll let you know when I see it,”

“So uh… what’s this thing look like?” Cory asked as the team of 5 began to walk through the forest.

“Cory, were you listening during the briefing?” Triana sounded somehow both defeated and like she had the pent up frustration to tear down one of these trees.

“Uh…”

“It’s a pair of white eyes and some shadowy stuff!” Scott interrupted. “If you see some white eyes just flash your light at it so I can zap ‘em!” Scott chuckled as he slowly lifted up the incredibly heavy looking railgun.

“Thanks Scott!”

“Y’want help with that?” Hooper asked.

“I’m a big guy, I can carry it dude,” Scott chuckled reassuringly.

Nikole chuckled too. “True on that first part,” The two chuckled together.

Cory silently counted the trees in front of him, and glanced to the ground and the drone above him as his team walked through the forest, flashing their lights around the forest to see, the sound of bats above him kept him on edge as he-

Woosh

Wooshing sounds, wooshing sounds, wooshing sounds. Cory felt his blood go cold, the rest of the team felt it too, though to a lesser extent.

“Behind you, behind you, I can see it!” Lara exclaimed, the whole team turned around and flashed their lights at the pair of white pinpricks like eyes, held within a pitch black smoke within the illuminated part of the forest.

“We got it, Scott, now!” Triana ordered, Scott smiled widely as the canon slowly charged up, electricity surrounding the barrel as the shadowy creature was practically immobile from the amount of light on it, the charging sure was taking awhile though, the creature began to slowly move back.

“What’s taking so long?” Nikole shouted.

“I-It’s not firin-”

POOM

The gun exploded, a good chunk of the forest was shrouded in blinding white light. Every single MTF was launched onto the ground, they all groaned in pain as the light subsided, and the creature was gone.

“Alpha Strike, Alpha- fuck it, guys what happened?” Lara yelped over the radio. “My drone’s disabled, what did you do?”

“We *cough* we’re fine,” Triana said as she slowly got up. “The-”

“Oh shit!” Scott shouted, clicking on his flashlight only to notice that it wouldn’t turn on, no matter what he did. He took out the battery from the back which had completely exploded.

“The fucken’ gun exploded!” Nikole shouted, sounding as defeated as she did panicked. “And it blew up all the batteries, and now we’re gonna fucken’ die cause that fucken’ Kraut couldn’t bother to-”

“Nikole, calm the fuck down,” Triana calmly spoke over the older woman, hiding her own panic as Nikole let out a sigh of anger “The Micro HID Cannon didn’t fire properly, the batteries for our flashlights have been destroyed alongside the…” Triana looked at the cannon to assess the damages, only the part of the gun holding the energy core was damaged, the core, and the casing around it exploded and charred.

“Tri, the what?”

“The Canon’s core exploded,”

“Okay, okay it’s not as bad as I thought,” Lara breathed in and out. “Holy shit that was bad, there should be extra batteries and a spare core at the helicopter,”

“Great, Scott can you repair the Micro HID Cannon?”

“That’s uh…” Scott was breathing in and out to calm himself down. “Like, my entire job; hopefully I can,”

Hooper had seemingly calmed down pretty quickly. “What about us?”

Cory completely zoned out, utter panic on his features as he stood like a deer in headlights; not paying attention to a word of what Triana was saying as the blinding light and the events leading up to it flashed in his mind-

“Cory!” Triana shouted.

“Agh! What? What is it?”

“I- we’re going back to the helicopter to get batteries,” Triana explained. “Move!”

“Yes ma’am,”

The five ran through the forest, attempting to ignore the fwooshing around them, or the smoke in the corner of their eyes, or the white pinpricks they’d see alongside it, or the-

“Agh, it’s got me!”

Cory turned towards Scott being attacked, held down by the smokey creature. Panic set into him as the rest of his team desperately clicked their flashlights to no effect.

“Fuck fuck!” Triana yelled.

“No, nononononono!” Cory slapped the side of his head in panic, desperately trying to calm himself down-

FLICK

A light shone onto the shadow man, he slowly moved away from the Armorer, covering its eyes as it slowly backed away.

“Holy shit,” Scott was breathing heavily, panic and exhaustion evident in his voice. “You save me, man,”

“I… did?” The panic hadn’t worn off yet, Cory was still counting the trees he could see.

“Your eye er… lens is glowing, Cory,” Hooper announced.

“Yeah, forgot you had a camera for a face for a minute there,”

“Oh my God, I… saved you!” A huge smile grew on Cory’s face, he hadn’t failed somone, he hadn’t failed someone!

“This is great!” Lara sounded just as excited. “Now all Scott has to do is repair the Micro and we can go back to base,”

“Yeah Cory, you saved this mission,” Triana patted him on the back. “And Scott’s life,”

“Enough talkin, we’re burnin’ daylight here,” Hooper said.

“Of course, let’s get moving; someone guide Cory through the forest,” Triana ordered

Hooper grabbed Cory by the wrist and gently led him out of the forest, Cory felt his heartrate speed up (from the adrenaline of saving Scott’s life, of course)

Back at the helicopter, sooner than Cory thought they’d be. The shadow creature was long gone.

“Scott, get repairing the Micro HID Cannon,” Triana ordered, handing the man the glowing blue mass, encased in steel cage.

“On it, I’ll try to see what went wrong with it,” Scott said as he crouched down with the broken gun, a toolbox and welding equipment. He quickly got to work putting the core into place and welding the outer shell together.

Cory turned around, his lens light shining onto the man.

“Do you know how to turn that off?” Nikole asked.

“Uh… lemme just,” He slapped the side of his head again, the light turned off. “...I do!”

“Great, I’ll have this done in a jiffy!” Scott smiled under the welding mask. “Also I’m pretty sure I know what was wrong with it; the steel holding the energy core wasn’t thick enough,”

“What?” Triana sounded pissed, most than she usually did. “That is… incredibly irresponsible of The Foundation to give us a faulty prototype,”

“Hey, big Tri, standin�� up to The Foundation n’ all that,” Nikole chuckled.

Triana nodded. “I’ll be having a talk with the higher ups after this… especially Otis,”

“Right, it is his prototype,” Hooper said.

“That guy gives me the creeps,” Nikole shuddered at the thought of the Professor. “He’s just-”

“It’s back!” Cory shouted as he slapped the side of his head, the shadow creature that began to bolt towards him had been stopped in its tracks. “Gotcha!”

“Shit, are repairs finished, Scott?”

“All done, ready to lock n’ load!” Scott laughed semi-maniacal as he aimed the massive gun at the creature, it began to rev up and rev up, the tip of the barrel glowing blue before-

BZZZZZZZZZZT

The beam, a light blue combination of electricity and light hit the shadow, sending the smoky mist to the floor, completely incapacitated; a first for any recontainment op.

“Hell yeah!” Triana raised her hands in celebration, the rest of the team followed suit, Cory continuing to stare down the creature.

“From that I assume that shadow boy is dealt with,” Lara chuckled over the comms.

“You bet your ass it is, never doubted you Cory!” Nikole patted the man on the back.

“You said we were gonna die like 10 minutes ago,”

“I was jokin… let’s get this thing in the helicopter and go home,”

And so they did, Alpha Strike’s first mission was a stunning success, even with the mild hiccups it had.

---

Professor Otis sat in his office, tapping his fingers uncomfortably on the paperwork sitting on the table in front of him, he groaned as he readjusted his hat, his tie, every part of his clothes until-

“Professor Otis, what the hell?” Triana burst open the door, putting her hands on the desk. The man jumped a little in his seat as she entered.

“Lieutenant, what are you doing here?” Otis asked, a look of offense and annoyance in his eyes. “I am incredibly busy-”

“I don’t care,” Triana deadpanned. “You gave my team a faulty prototype, I would’ve liked to know about the fuel container’s faults beforehand,”

“We didn’t know, we-”

“Then you should’ve tested it more, your incompetence nearly jeopardised the entire mission,”

“Are you here to insult me, or are you here to talk about something useful?” The man sounded angrier. “As Alpha Strike you should understand that your job entails more risks than the average Mobile Task Force,”

“I understand, but I would like for unnecessary risks to be removed from the equation,”

“And I did what I could, anything else like this and I will have you court martialed,” A small smirk formed on his face for a second before going back to his normal scowl.

Triana grumbled. “I hope for your job that you did, I’ll be going now, Professor,”

Triana left the room.

“Good riddance,” Otis grumbled under his breath.

[talenlee]

Fundie Vibeology

There are two competing and conflicting rhetorical tricks you’ll encounter dealing with Christian apologists which is the way that their feelings are fundamentally true and your feelings are just as fundamentally disqualifying.

Do you know what I’m describing? Here are the two points in contrast:

Deconstructors and anti-apologetics people are really just expressing some personal hurt or injury that they’re then incorrectly relating to the whole of the church.

And also:

For me, I think the greatest argument for god are everywhere, they’re just everywhere! Look around you, look at this tree! The complexity of it, the wonder of it, doesn’t that fill you with awe and show you the presence of God?

Which is to say, in one capacity, if you’ve got hurt, upset or negative feelings against their arguments, like I do, then your feelings are just feelings. They are feelings that lack for depth, they are feelings that mean your opinions and positions cannot be trusted. Their feelings, on the other hand, are literally expressions of objective facts.

I feel like that’s that, I just like, done with the article, we’re all wrapped up here because that’s just how it works and it’s an observable, quantifiable fact that this is a thing these people do, or even that they do it without making any excuse for it or even notice that they’re doing it. It’s very important to remember that when you’re dealing with Christian Apologetics, which is the foolish infant clown of the religious studies discipline, that you aren’t actually dealing with a form of scholarship. You’re operating within the parameters of an immense landscape of vibes.

The fundamental vibeology of Christian Apologetics then is about expressing an idea of the normal that is filtered through the vibes of that same church’s existing structural space. And that means even the supposed heavy hitters in this space, like, William Lane Craig, is capable of going ‘well yeah, you know if Divine Command Theory is true, based on the vibes,’ and he’s a serious heavyweight intellectual, and if you say ‘that’s fucking horrifying and stupid,’ you’re the one being emotional and immature and foolish.

And the thing is when you’re at that stage of things, when you’re looking at the world through this set of contrary and counterpoint vibes, you don’t realise it but most of the time, what you’re doing with your life and your world, is instead elevating your emotional reactions to the level of the word of god. A level that just happens to include your personal feelings of pride and disgust.

But you can’t point that out.

The public discourse, like the attention economy based job of ‘being an apologist’ is one of the worst things happening to a truly terrible industry, mind you. Because now it’s a micro-influencer economy of people selling vibes to people under the branding of their eternal souls, but it’s not using colloidal silver or brain force ultra to monetise. It’s the threat of eternal life being wielded like a gun as someone sells you their fucking vibes and they do so in a way where if you’re disgusted or angered by that, the problem is you, and these are the people who own the fucking government.

On the other hand, my entire life of being willing to identify myself as an atheist, I’ve been dealing with people trying to explain to my how whatever my position is, regardless of my points or my arguments or anything even in that family, that instead the conversation needs to route around me. What I am needs redefining, because hey, an atheist actually means, or a materialist really means, or the fundamental philosophical perspective on what atheism really means or how positive claims work — and that’s just vibes. Because I don’t get to control my identity or express how it’s treated or what that means for me, because I’m an Angry Atheist.

This is because, as with so much of this fundie junk, that fundamentalism isn’t actually, despite what people like me seem to claim, it’s not a wholly united problem across all religious factors. Christian fundamentalism is in no way linked with Muslim fundamentalism even if they’d both have reasons to dislike some scientist or other. Christian fundamentalism is a wheeling arm on the edge of the machine that is Christian Supremacy, ensuring to pull the machine over to the side; to set the edge that the rest of the operation gets to wield.

We’re not so bad. We don’t hate women that much. We give blankets to the homeless queers we turned out of their homes. We support those laws but we’re not rude about it. We don’t want you to die, we just don’t want you here.

We’re not those ones.

Why are you so emotional about this?

It’s all the same technology. It’s all the same system, the same artifice and it’s the same evil and cruel system of digesting people in the name of sustaining power that is coming out of the face of a wannabe cool Youth Pastor in a church hall or from under the deliberately made-for-youtube styled wannabe bore Content Creator or the same grimming smugly teenaged fuckface who thinks he’s got the whole Bible worked out because he can call Daniel Maclelan a faggot. It’s the same terrible, terrible, terrible thing, and the best of intentions never means having to look at what the system you’re engaging with supports, never having to consider your arguments as sensible things because the Well-Maybe-It-Could-Be-True-This-Way justifications are just ways to hang onto and hold tight onto your vibes.

I hate them.

I hate them whether they’re the ones who try to start fights in Pride Month about ‘the homosexual agenda’ or ‘encroachment’ or whether they’re the ones who wear fucking rainbow pins and tell us that actually, Jesus wasn’t anti-homosexuality so the church isn’t against them after all and in fact, in their view, in fact, really, it’s very backwards to focus on that.

Same machine, many mouths, and it’s all vomiting out the vibes of the worst impulses of selfish, demanding, cruel, digestive power.

Check it out on PRESS.exe to see it with images and links!

[neverluckygoldfish]

103 -

It’s funny…the healing doesn’t happen instantly. You barely even notice it. Sometimes you still think you’re where you were yesterday, where you were five years ago.

But you’re not.

It’s been dawning on me that I have changed. That all of this work wasn’t for nothing.

I have to pull myself out of the rabbit hole of self improvement and look back at the path I’ve traveled so far.

I have had one slip up in 90 days, other than that - no booze.

We’re slowly (slowly lol) still phasing out the weed.

I go to hot yoga and do infrared sauna regularly. I drink more water now!

Mentally - I feel incredible. I’m no longer plagued by insecurities and paranoia. I have faith in myself that no matter what happens, I can figure it out. Sober.

My emotions aren’t as scary anymore.

I don’t over apologize.

I’ve been eating meals - healthy ones full of all the macros and micros. I’m taking my meds consistently. My skin is glowing. I’ve put on some weight so I’m not a skeleton anymore.

I have energy and feel positive about life. I act silly and laugh about it sometimes.

I do still have bad days and I still say things without thinking and I’m still awkward and the voice in my head that tells me “you’re not doing enough” is still there and I’m still not perfect.

But ^ this is no longer the end of the world. I know now that I am stronger than one bad day, one little voice.

It’s been difficult to package up how I’ve been feeling lately and to describe my perspective, which has shifted, significantly.

I haven’t felt as called to write - busy busy living life!

I’ve been going out and trying new things, spending time with new friends, making art, taking in the little things like the wind in my hair and the sunlight filtering through the trees.

I think something in me broke. It was like I had built this dam inside, then continued to pile on more expectation, responsibility, comparison and rules until it exhausted me trying to hold it all together.

So I am me. I’m not always the best version of myself but I do my best with genuine pure intention every day. I try to hold myself accountable, keep an open mind, continue to learn and try new things.

I refuse to give in to the status quo and am determined to think and decide myself, rather than to fit in.

I am a child of abuse but I’m healing. My children will not suffer as I did.

I am an addict and an alcoholic, but I’m doing the work to dismantle my thought patterns and beliefs that led me down this path. I can find joy in this life without substances.

Also I guess I had this almost spiritual revelation that everything I think and everything I know - it was all decided by someone somewhere as “this is the picture of success” “this is what love is like” “this is right, this is wrong” etc. and I guess people just went with it. For hundreds of years.

Having realized this, I say fuck that “I’m just going to come up with my own ideas and live according to them” within reason.

And that is what I’m doing. I’ve never felt more free and completely comfortable in myself.

.

[silverslipstream]

getting high and no-clipping into the crackhead dimension

I don't live in a legal country, so the devil's lettuce is pretty expensive and hard to get hold of. I'm luckily that my high school best friend is my plug, otherwise I'd be shit out of luck. He smokes a fair deal - probably three or four times a week - and most of the time he's pretty chill while high. A little squiffy, sure, but he can still shoot the shit and function normally. He goes to fucking work after smoking a biff, even.

Meanwhile I have the tolerance of a fucking mosquito. I smoke maybe a 0.5/0.7 a week, or take a 25mg edible, and I'm absolutely cooked. My vision starts skipping frames, every light source in the world gets ten times brighter and the fucking shadow demons show up to drag me off this astral plane. I found a voice note on my phone last week where I gibbered into the mic, completely convinced that the assassination of Shinzo Abe was a hoax. My friend is doing his fucking retail job, meanwhile I'm higher than a plane. I'm tripping shit. I'm sat in my bed with a grilled cheese, listening to Aphex Twin and trying to figure out how many colours exist.

I went out to a nearby lake to watch the sunset and smoke a lil bit of the halfling's leaf, took a bit too long and suddenly it's hitting me in the darkness. I had to walk through a nearly pitch-black forest while geeked out of my fucking tree. I thought I was going to get eaten by gnomes. I kept hearing conversations and people walking past in my peripheral vision, and when I looked up there was nobody there. Somehow while walking out of the forest, these translucent walls came up on either side of the path and a counter came up in my vision showing how much further I had left to walk. I literally got softlocked into a walking tutorial.

On the final stretch of the forest path, I somehow convinced myself that the lights of the nearby football grounds were police searchlights, and that I was being locked onto by a helicopter overhead. I was walking home, talking to myself, convinced that 'Portuguese white' was somehow a specific shade of white, like the names you get on car colours or when picking bathroom tiles. What the FUCK was I on? What the hell puts 'Portuguese' as an adjective of 'white?' I went home and genuinely had a five-second memory. I called my friend and told her the same joke for an hour and a half. At one point, I thought of the joke again and went to type it out to her, only to see it was already written on my screen. It was like that film Memento, the one where Guy Pearce has the crazy amnesia.

How the hell do people smoke this shit and stay sane whereas I have a micro-joint and end up in fucking Narnia? Tolerance is one thing, but I'm no-clipping out of the real-world every time I get high. I have to set aside the entire day otherwise I'll forget anything that sober me agreed to do. And no, before you ask, it's not spiked or laced. Edibles, hash, different strains, whatever - I get blasted to Saturn's rings every time, no matter what I try.

Now my plug wants me to try acid with him. The fear of God is in me, Tumblr, and I'm saving whatever I have that passes for a soul when I go to meet Him.

TL;DR I have the most insane trips when I get high and almost zero tolerance, and it baffles me how people can smoke a joint a day and still function.

[msperfectsheep-posts]

Natsume's Book of Friends Reaction Blog - Episode 1

(Below the cut as to not destroy my followers' feeds)

My pure unfiltered thoughts, in chronological order, for Episode 1:

[DISCLAIMER]

oh great we're starting off by calling women despicable--i see how it is, show /j

"just think of all the babes and bikinis you'll meet" what an odd sentence

ooh i love natsume's eyes

they're like a bronzey copper

"is everything okay with you? since you're, like, covered in dirt" "i'm good. anyway--" natsume my friend you were just running from something that called you a despicable woman

"what's weirder: the weather, or natsume" my man is running for his life don't bully him too

nevermind natsume is yokaiphobic. kill him girls

RIP bozo he didn't even make it to a shrine

well that was a short anime

ARE YOU DEADNAMING HIM?

HIS NAME IS NOT REIKO!!!

oh god we have an evil advisor yokai edition

everyone keeps misgendering my man natsume this is so sad

AND they're misogynistic towards him

unbelievable

my poor man

"lets tear out her tongue so she can't utter a word" MY MAN CAN'T EVEN SAY HIS PRONOUNS?

KICK TO THE EYEBALL RUN RUN RUN

oh god this kid has been seeing The Horrors

Takashi Natsume... we have his first name, folks

this poor fucking guy

he gets misgendered and misnamed several times

he gets slammed against a tree and probably breaks several ribs

he's threatened to have his tongue cut out

he has been seeing yokai since he was a kid and was labelled mentally ill and attention seeking for it

he just tripped over a giant rope and landed on said probably broken ribs

THE TRIP JUST UNLEASHED A DEMON

AND INSTEAD OF DOING ANYTHING HE JUST LOOKS IN FEAR AND SAYS "ah. here we go"

THAT CAT DEMON IS SO FAT??????

the smug fat cat demon: "are you not afraid?"

takashi, clearly dissociating: "i'm just used to it, that's all"

HIS NAME IS NOT REIKO!!!!!!!!!! LEAVE HIM ALONE!!!!!!!!!!!

my god the entire yokai world is trying to either deadname or convince him he's a transwoman named reiko

oh that makes more sense. his grandma is reiko. but now this just says more about reiko if her grandson looks practically identical to her???

"unlike humans, we do not concern ourselves with things as inconsequential as gender" based???????

DAMN THIS CAT DEMON REALLY DID JUST CALL HIM A LONELY BITCH

oop cat's gone

"i'm fit as a fiddle, honest!" (had all the experiences above)(takashi you are either Lying or very out of touch with what it means to be fit)

oh AND he's an orphan too

leave the cat in the wall

GIVING A CAT WATERMELON???

> calls it the book of friends

> is a roster of every yokai his grandmother took down in combat

AND THEIR NAMES BEING WRITTEN DOWN BOUND THE LOSERS TO HER FOR LIFE

BASED GRANNY

EVIL ADVISOR DUDE IS BACK

TAKASHI MY MAN HE JUST TRIED TO EAT YOU

oh wait he actually listened to me

the way takashi takes physical pain/damage is so concerning to me. he is constantly falling/running/getting squeezed to death and he just brushes it off afterwards but it isn't in a plot armor-feeling way. it's in a way where it feels like he's just not processing the pain and that's Worse

"and if i happen to die in the process, then so be it" TAKASHI PLEASE

CHOMP HIM

Super interesting first episode!!

Other thoughts now that the episode is done:

I love the animation--I'm by no means someone who can really tell good animation from bad animation because all animation is really cool in my opinion and it's hard for me to usually distinguish what's stylistic and what isn't, but NBoF's animation is so simple but pretty to me??? Like I love the way Takashi is drawn and how he's so deeply expressive with micro-expressions that are usually hard to make on anime faces without being super exaggerated. It has a cozy slice-of-life look but then it hits you with what i saw above and I'm like????? curious to see if it goes further with "Takashi Natsume experiences the horrors in a nice setting" or if it cools down and becomes much more chill with time. I'll have to see but I literally have NO clue

And because you specifically requested this, @versaphile! Hope you enjoy :)