#this has made me realize I play way less video games than I thought I did

[revehae]

tw // noncon. yes its rape dont ask me no stupid fucking questions

yesterday (over a month ago technically) i couldn’t stop thinking about apologetic rapist haechan like ugghhhhhhhhhh

walk with me. this is a man you trust to have in your home, spending time watching movies and playing video games together in between your stressful lives… you’ve confided in each other about all of your problems, big or small, and chat about everything under the sun. you give him advice that he doesn’t listen to, then has the audacity to complain afterwards. he’s got a spare key to your place and you’ve got one to his, and all your boyfriends over the years feel like they have to compete with him, but the thought is ridiculous to you. compete with haechan romantically? it’s laughable. sure the guy has seen you half naked, but it’s not like that, you’re comfortable, you’ve never seen him ogle you or heard him make some unsolicited comment about your body that even strangers have made… why would anyone have to compete with haechan? he’s your best friend, nothing more, nothing less.

you’re not sure how you could’ve been so wrong. the way you see it, the haechan you thought you knew wouldn’t take advantage of how comfortable you feel around him, the fact that you let him share a bed with you every now and then. it’s not necessarily strange for his hands to wander around you, he’s clingy and unconsciously does it in his sleep, but it is strange for them to be so firm at your hips, nails digging into your skin, sounds that aren’t soft snores falling from his whiny lips.

confusion dwindles. betrayal stings your eyes. haechan sees it, too. he lifts his head up, tosses the hair out his face, and meets your eyes. there’s no arrogant shimmer to his eyes or smug smile to his face; the opposite. there’s shame and guilt and sadness, you want to think, and he beats you to a word, uttering, “i’m sorry…”

but he’s not sorry enough to stop. not even when you struggle against him, trying to wrestle your way out of his arms. you and haechan would play fight all the time, but you never realized just how strong he really was until you try to wrestle out of his arms and he pins your arms in place, whispering, “please. i don’t want to hurt you.”

but he would if he felt he had to. you’re in disbelief, the ugliest feeling festering inside your chest as it tightens so hard you can hardly breathe. when you beg him to stop, he says, “i can’t.” because you feel so much better than he’s ever imagined, and he’s imagined it a lot, and he just “can’t resist” himself. his eyes are misty, out of pleasure or out of shame, but either way, he needs to do this. he has to.

he can’t look you in your eyes. he can’t look at your face at all, really. he knows what he’ll see, the tears pouring from your eyes that gleam with a fierce blend of betrayal and despair and ire and disbelief. haechan doesn’t want to see you that way. having to hear your sniffles, knowing it’s all his fault, is bad enough. but in spite of the pangs of guilt that really do tear at his chest, he’s still in the middle of you, holding you in place, using your body for his own relief. so he just keeps his clasp on your hips, squeezing his eyes closed, and mutters, “i’m sorry…,” over and over and over again, hoping it’s enough. hoping that you’ll bring yourself to forgive him.

it’s not like it’s long before it’s over. haechan’s not proud of it but you’re all he’s been able to think about and it’s not like he’s ever hit a pussy raw before, if ever. you feel so filthy when he pulls out of you - his cum gushing out of your hole - and so broken. haechan says he’ll help you clean, but you’re rushing over to the bathroom and locking yourself inside before he has a chance to do anything. he hurriedly pulls on his pants and spends a long ten minutes knocking on the door, trying to get you to open it even after you scream at him to leave you alone, but he can hear the shower running from the other side. and he decides to leave you alone for now.

haechan tries to make it up to you, he really does. he doesn’t want you to hate him. you have to understand. your body was calling to him, enticing him, and he tried so hard but he couldn’t control it anymore. he’s gone when you return from a really, really long shower that you took in hopes of feeling less dirty, but to no avail. every bit of relief you feel at his absence, which isn’t much considering that pieces of him linger everywhere - on your sheets and in your aching bones and everywhere in between - fades when you hear the front door click open and he returns with your favorite takeout in hand. it’s his way of showing you that he’s still your best friend, that he still knows and loves you, that he’s sorry.

you’re not hungry. you have no appetite after that. haechan tries to get you to eat, but the second he comes near you, you flinch away from him. you never thought the day would come, but you are scared of him. he’s not the haechan you thought he was, no matter how hard he tries to convince you that he still is. you beg him to go, to leave you alone, but he doesn’t listen. he never does.

#tw: noncon #lee haechan smut #nct dream smut #nct 127 smut #haechan smut #nct smut #nct dream hard hours

[h0ttestgrlinm0urgu3]

your friend isn't always a genius

request

dom! aaron hotchner x brat reader

summary: Aaron's been on a case for to long reader decideds to be a brat but he gets home sooner than expected, turns out aaron got some advice from his friend.

warnings: use of y/n, masturbat!on fem, consensual voyeurism, being a brat, punishments, recording, daddy kink, mentions of spencer reid

it's been almost two weeks since aaron went on a case. it wasn't anything major, but with the towns police hindering the investigation due to a lack of knowledge and experience, he's had to stay longer than planned.

you know you can't blame aaron for being on a case, but having a break in routine always results in you bratting. so honestly, he shouldn't have expected less.

you currently sat on your knees infront of your full body mirror dressed in only a pair of pretty pink lace panties and one of aarons sleep shirts, taking pictures that you knew you'd get in trouble for. it didn't matter tho, you loved aarons punishments. you loved the way his hand felt when he spanked your ass or when you'd go brain dead from him fucking you so good. if you were being honest it was one of your favorite things.

sending the pictures to aaron you sit and wait for him to see it. it's around nine, and he's usually in the hotel by now unless they had a break in the case. you check and seeing that he read the text you pussy dampened and your heart speed up. waiting for a reply you sit there, and sit there, and sit. it's about 5 minutes when you decide to call him.

the phone ringing 3 times before he answers. 'hey sweetheart' he answers like he would normally. 'why didn't you answer my text?' you question, opting out of a greeting. 'because your not supposed to do that' he replys plainly. 'so? what you were just gonna ignore me?' you ask him letting your voice raise.

' I was' aaron says as if it's a normal thing.

' you never ignore me ' you say pouting as if he could see you. ' and you continue to be a brat. ya know spencer and I got the talkin and he said that if someone constantly has the same punishment every time they acted out, it'd become less effective.' he states, making you wonder what in their conversation made them talk about this and why he thought it pertained to you.

because it does.

'and? the fuck does that mean aaron?' you pout feeling the urge to really pass him off now. I mean if he was gonna change up punishments you can change up what your getting punished for.

'watch it' he warns urging you to not play this game. decideding he was beyond wrong and that you'd not only play this game, but win. you hung up the phone, removing your underwear you sat up the camera to where your pussy was on full display. hitting record, you let your fingers travel down your cheest, over your stomach past your clit collecting all of your juices on your fingers. bringing then back up to your clit you make eye contact with your camera as you start to play with your pussy.

moaning at the pleasure, you couldn't deny how good it felt, but you also couldn't deny how much it felt nothing like aaron. bringing your fingers down to your entrance, sliding them in as your eyes roll back and toes curl.

'oh fuck it feels so good' you moan out. you continue to fuck yourself on camera for about five minutes before you realize something. 'fuck I can't cum' you groan out. not knowing why but still wanting to win. so you crop the last bit of the video and send aaron the gold parts.

confused on why it's been five minutes of really good pleasure, and yet you haven't cum yet. you decided to get a toy, recording yourself play with it for a while before groaning and giving up at the same out come.

editing that video and again sending only the good parts you guessed that you must have became camera shy out of nowhere. so you play with your pussy while the camera isn't on. you try everything in the span of 6 hours, reaching for your phone at hour 3 to watch porn because maybe you need a little help.

which lead to realizing aaron once again left you on read.

you genuinely felt as though you could cry now. that's when the realization hits you. you've must of been so hardwired to aaron that it's impossible for you to cum without him now.

feeling angry, not necessarily at aaron, but at the fact that he probably knew you couldn't come without him, that's probably why he was okay with ignoring you.

getting cleaned in the bathroom before going back to the bedroom with a frown on your face, you let out a huff as you plopped on the bed.

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waking up the next morning, you check your phone. feeling your heart drop and crawl it's self back in place you read the one message from aaron. sent hours after you went to bed, about 1 a.m., telling you how they had a break in the case and caught the guy in the act. which means he'd be home anytime today.

that'd usually make you ecstatic, but with aarons newfound discovery of ignoring you only God knows what your punishment will be.

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you spend the day cleaning the apartment, cooking aaron his favorite meal, even going as far as making brownies. also thinking it was better to clean the whole apartment too just in case.

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almost perfectly on time, when you're taking the brownies out, aaron walks through the door. 'hey baby' he greets, walking over to hug you. "at least he's not that mad" you think to yourself. 'hi' you reply shyly, letting your head rest on his chest.

you've missed this, and if kinda makes you feel bad for being a brat. looking around the kitchen, aaron smiles fondly at the food you prepared. then picks you up whole he spins to look at the whole apartment, he knows it's because you didn't expect him home so soon after acting out, but he still loves it.

'enjoy the time you have sugar, cause after we eat your ass is done for' he smiles grabbing a handful of your ass and pecking your lips, before letting you down and making his way to the table.

let let out a groan, but honestly expecting that food and dessert wasn't gonna save you from your punishment.

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your weren't that hungry so you finished before aaron. as soon as the last piece was gone from his plate, you shot up to start cleaning the kitchen. 'Ah, that can wait baby' aaron tells you as he gets up from the table and motions for you to follow. 'what? noo, I got it' you answer starting to wash the dishes.

aaron walked behind you, an amused smile on his face. which goes away after he sees that your purposely washing slowly 'the longer you take on the dishes, the more time is added to your punishment' he says, making you drop the fork out of your hands. 'what? that's not fair'. you try to argue only for aaron to turn around and make his way to your shared room.

saying fuck it you decided not to do the dishes and follow him to the room. 'you done?' he asks 'fuck you, yes' you reply. making him laugh while he sat on the edge of the bed.

'get undressed baby' aaron commands you. decideding to choose your battles wisely and not have you outfit ripped apart, knowing aaron is not only good for buying clothes but destroying them, you undressed.

moving over, you sit in the center of the bed like he always tells you. waiting for him to say something you patently wait playing with your fingers.

he gets up from the edge of the bed and turns to you 'had fun without me?' your boyfriend asks you. 'not at all daddy, it was so boring' you answer back. ' so glad your back now' you add smiling up to him.

he lets out a loud laugh at your answer. 'seems to me you had all the fun in the world' aaron says. shacking your head no, while he shakes his head yes 'I know you did baby and it's okay.' he speaks as he makes his way to the chair in your room. 'how many times did you cum?' he ask while getting comfortable.

'don't ask me that daddy' you groan. he chuckles while un doing his tie. 'you don't want to tell me baby?' he questions. Shacking your head no he just smiles at you before speaking 'go ahead nd show me baby'.

confusion feels your body as aaron watches you from across the room. 'what?' you whispered, silently praying that you misheard him.

'baby I want you to play with your pussy while I watch' he admitted as if it was a mundane request. 'show me what you did while I was gone' he told you with a smirk.

shacking your head no, you desperatly thank of anything to get you out of this. 'that's so embarrassing daddy' you tell him as you pout.

your pussy is getting wetter by the second but you didnt know if you'd be able to cum. or even worse if you'd be allowed to.

before you could blink aaron got up and exited the room. you were confused to say the least and once he returned with a lighter that confusion only grew.

that was, until he went into your shared closet.

your jaw hit the floor as you see him walk out with one of your favorite pairs of heels. 'aaron what are yo-' 'shh baby' he cuts you off tossing your heels infront of the bed.

'they're just encouragement' he says as he reclaims his seat, lighter in hand 'but know that you'll be punished one way or another' he says plainly.

letting out a whine 'this isn't fair' you tell him wich in return earns you an eye roll. '10 minutes' he speaks. 'huh?' you question '10 minutes' he repeats.

'10 minutes to cum or you'll have 10 minutes to say goodbye to your shoes. you pick.' he clears up slightly shrugging his shoulders.

expecting your embarrassment you lay back down and prop your knees up. 'is that good?' you ask to which you get no reply. you drag two fingers through your slit and to your entrance. collecting your juices before letting them dip in.

you let out a moan, letting your body relax as you bring your finger out and back in. you cant lie about how good it feels, humiliation and all.

dragging your fingers out you bring them to circle your clit. you look at aaron and notice his intense gaze on your pussy in return you let out a whine and feel your pussy clamp around nothing.

you speed up your fingers and bring your other hand up to grope your breast. surprisingly to you, you can feel your orgasm building up.

adding more pressure to your clit to chase your orgasm it seems to finally click for aaron that your about to cum. to say you could see the disappointed on his face would be an understatement, "ill let her have this tho" , he thought to himself.

your shut your eyes as tight as they could as your feel the coil in your abdomen burst 'oh fuck daddy' you moan out as your orgasm washes through you.

breathing deeply as your legs twitched you finally opened your eyes to see your boyfriend on his phone. 'aaron what the fuck are you doing' you question as you see him typing away.

he barley spears you a glance before going back to typing and saying 'spencer said you wouldn't be able to cum on your own by now'

tag : @jxvipike

a/n☆ this is the 3rd version of this story bc tumblr deleted the other two 😺 not proof read, so mb for any mistakes😻😽 - daisy

#girlblogging #aaron hotchner x reader #black fanfic writer #x black fem reader #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #bau x reader #aaron hotchner x reader smut #aaron hotchner x you #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds smut #anon ask #bimbo reader #hottest girl in mourge #brat reader #bd/sm brat

[prettyboykatsuki]

keep me close to you | i. yoichi

✮ tags ; childhood best friends to lovers / idiots to lovers, reader is implied to have grown up a tomboy, stereotypical shoujo manga tropes rip, reader wears makeup, a lot of sexual tension, kissing, confessions 18+

✮ wc ; 3.6k (i don't know. don't ask me.)

✮ a/n ; the worlds most self-indulgent horseshit in the world. sorry! but im not at all actually. this is the very typical 'i didn't see you that way until i realize i did the whole time.' bc i love that trope and i love isagi ok....

reader in this kind of feels awkward in her femininity and that appears in the fic more than once!! please be forewarned.

✮ synopsis ; isagi has never seen you as much more of a friend. so he thought at least.

Isagi is in love with you.

He isn't sure when that happened. He'd love to be know but in all truth - there was never any big eureka moment that made such a thing apparent. If Isagi had to think of all the moments he maybe, sort-of, possibly loved you, they come up to him as bits of nothing-much memories.

That's exactly the problem, really. A long few years of little nothings, accumulated over time, Isagi finds that his whole life has been made up of you. There was no grand gestures of confessions or singular standout moments for him to mull over.

But there was rough-housing with you back when your hair was a little shorter and your chest a little less noticeable. And there was plenty of bike races to the store for ice-cream, and lots of bonding over music you both liked. Isagi remembers sitting on your floor in the 6th grade and watching you play video games much better than he ever could.

A lot that stuff persisted into your teen years, and even into adulthood. Isagi has never thought of it as weird. Play fighting or bike races or being reckless together felt natural - and in some ways, you were the only person who ever brought that out of him.

It was normal. You were friends and you got along as friends. Isagi never thought about it any more than that.

Just a few months ago, you got a boyfriend. Said boyfriend didn't think your friendship with Isagi was entirely appropriate. He had approached Isagi first. You talked to Isagi after, said you'd still hang out but no more rough-housing and that was that.

Isagi had heard about your boyfriend, though you didn't talk about him much. And after meeting him, it was easy enough to conclude that he was genuinely a good guy. Objectively good for you, accepting of your personality, kind and thoughtful. A good stable job There was nothing bad he could say about him. He wished there was.

"Just the being touchy. I know you two don't think anything of it since you've been friends for so long," He leans in, friendly, as he pats Isagis shoulder "But you wouldn't like if your girlfriend was being touchy with another guy right?"

Isagi had nothing to say. He'd never thought about. Never had a proper girlfriend, though he was interested in a few girls. He'd lost his virginity out of the country and had some hook-ups and talking stages. Never a girlfriend.

Would it bother him? He couldn't say. He didn't know who to think of. There was not a hypothetical girl he could conjure to give him a conclusion. Ultimately dazed, Isagi had replied with something along the lines of "Yeah man, I get it," and then left for practice without turning his back.

It bothered him for weeks. He couldn't do anything without pondering that very question. He couldn't stop thinking about the way he'd described you as his girlfriend. You'd always been a friend, and Isagi knows you as a girl. But you're you before that, and he's never quite put both things next to each other.

But he'd never even thought to look at you as a girlfriend. He brushed off such comments and so did you. You were his friend. One of the very best. You'd know each other until you die, and in a way - this is just proof of your next stage of life. You'd settle down with a partner and so would he and everything would be fine.

But, the thing was - he'd never actually conjured up the future. There was never any assured belief that you'd go and find someone to nest with so soon. It felt unnatural. Disorienting. There was an order to this strange and mad world and your relationship went against it.

Even in thinking that, it'd take Isagi weeks to figure out the extent of his feelings. Weeks of practicing, of going on group dates with his team, of drinking. Weeks of missing you. Being conscious of the sudden absence of his very best friend in the world. You still saw him but it was no longer every other day. And you still called and texted, still told him stupid stuff about your life.

But he'd go on Instagram and see pictures of you from someone else's account. You'd be wearing something he'd never seen you in before. It was pretty. You were prettier. He'd never thought about that before, if only to say that you were and always had been. And plenty of guys had noticed in highschool, too. He'd never thought about it then either.

Isagi had never really considered a lot of things. It didn't dawn on him that he loved you until Bachira pried the information out of him one night on the road.

("Yocchan is stupid,"

Isagi leans on the bench in the locker room and frowns, throwing a confused look Bachira's.

"What the hell? For what?"

It's not Bachira who tells him the information - but Rin, who walks towards his own locker with a tired expression and a towel around his shoulder.

"You're in love with her, you stupid jackass.")

Right. It'd been Rin who told it to him straight, and Rin would know a thing about love. Apparently he'd been with the same girl since highschool and he knew a thing or two. For Rin to tell Isagi such a thing made Isagi really think on it, and when Isagi finally sat down and thought about it - it was clear that he was head over heels in love.

Isagi is in love with you. It has been a tremendous pain in the ass trying to live with this information. It made sense - it really did. It made sense that everything suddenly felt so wrong. It made sense that he never new anything about love and that he could never keep a relationship.

When he thought about it, he'd never stop comparing everyone to you. If it were you—you'd be clumsy at fancy restaurants but it'd still be so much fun to go. If it were you—he might've cared much more about valentines day chocolates. It would've been so novel, so lovely - to imagine how hastily you would've made them. Not obligatory friendship chocolates but something just for him.

If it were you, he might've wanted to buy you expensive things. They'd be different. Clothes and shoes but game consoles and concert tickets. If it were you, he'd always take his sports car. He might've liked the way you fawned over them, with that wide-eyed sense of adventure he's spent his whole life getting to know.

Yes if it were you, Isagi might've gotten angry. Now that he knows, the idea you're getting so touchy-feely with another guy makes him sick. He knows he has no right to feel that way, but he can't exactly help the feeling either.

From the start, if Isagi had realized love started and ended with you, then maybe he would know a thing or two about love by now. He might've cared more about everything, had he realized it even a little sooner.

A few months ago would've sufficed.

Isagi is in love with you.

He has no idea if you feel the same, but in a way that doesn't change anything.

He's seated on his couch, alone in his apartment - and thinking wistfully that he probably has been this whole time.

He looks around his apartment, feeling a little sorry for himself. He's drinking. Even this tipsy, his mind is clouded with memories. You looked at this place together and you helped Isagi move in many months ago.

A place with a good view of the city, Isagi stands to his feet and watches near the cool glass of the window.

It takes him a while to hear his phone ring. When he does, he almost feels like he's hallucinating when he sees your name on the other side. He stares, wonders if the kami like playing malicious tricks on him, and then picks up.

He speaks slowly.

"Hello?"

He knows your crying, even though you're trying harder to hide it. That desperate sniffle that you get is an easy tell.

"Yoichi," You mutter, soft and sad "Can you come to the park?"

"At this hour? It's late. Your boyfriend is gonna be pissed."

You hiccup on the other side of the line. Isagi wants to run to you as soon as possible.

"Just come," You sniffle again, a little sadder. You're crying this time forreal "...I want to see you."

"Okay. Are you alone?"

"Mm,"

"Stay on the phone with me. I'll come soon. Stay on the line."

"Okay."

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Isagi comes to find you at the park like you've asked. He keeps you on the line the entire Uber ride there and then as he comes through the playground to find you.

Somehow, he knows exactly where you'll be. It's the park you two grew up coming to. It's dark out, damp from the night, and Isagi finds you tucked in the same corner you always are.

You still fit there somehow, just beneath the slide. It's a big space, enough for two people. So, wordless, Isagi climbs into the little box and sits next to you. Close but not close enough, he hangs up the phone and turns his head to stare at you.

"I'm here," He says, mostly because he doesn't know what else to say.

You look up at him, obviously having been crying. You're wearing a sweatshirt and shorts, but your face has some light make-up on it like you were on a date. He forces himself not to frown as you gaze at him - pouting.

"You're here." You repeat, like you don't know what else to say. You lean your head on his shoulder. It's the most natural feeling in the world, but right now - it makes his breath hitch "Thanks for comin'"

"Are you gonna tell me what happened?"

"Well I don't want to."

"Can you really say that after crying like a baby, begging for me to come over, huh? All I want to see you—"

You elbow him without mercy.

"Shut up you jackass. Sorry to interrupt your late night jerk-off session with my tears."

It's not said with any malice, a joke - but there's insecurity laced in. Sorry for making you come see me, you want to say he's sure. He shakes his head.

"I could've been hooking up with a girl."

"Yeah? It's a miracle anyone would wanna get your dick wet, you should go back and finish the job,"

"Can't," Isagi mumbles, trying not to look at you closely "Some girl is making my shoulder wet instead though."

"Sorry," You croak, so horrifyingly sincere Isagi doesn't know how he's keeping himself upright "I can move."

"I was kidding," He says, hurriedly "It's fine. It reminds me of when we we're kids."

You huff a laugh.

"You only remember annoying stuff."

He mumbles something in agreement before there's a brief bout of silence. He speaks again first.

"Gonna tell me what happened?"

"We broke up," You mumble. Isagi feels his heart race, immediately riddled with guilt afterwards. "He broke up with me."

"I thought things were going well?"

"They were," You sniffle. It's the first time in your lives you've opened up to each other about something like this. You've talked about it, but it was always more him talking and you listening. He'd never heard about your crushes before.

In such a vulnerable, innocent position. Alone with him, confiding in him. He wants to stay with you forever "He was really good to me."

"So what? Why'd you break up?"

"I didn't love him. I liked him. And I thought I'd come to love him, but I didn't...I just couldn't love him. He knew it too, so he broke up with me."

"Was he mean about it?"

You laugh.

"Course not. He's one of the nicest guys I've ever met in my whole life. Told you, he was good to me."

"So then...? Are you sad about hurting his feelings?"

You nod, almost meek.

Isagi loves you more than life itself, he thinks.

"I wanted to love him. I thought I could."

"Why couldn't you?"

A brief pause of silence. You're debating on what to say before you seem to settle on something.

"Already someone else."

"Someone else? You love someone else?"

A whisper of hope. So small Isagi almost can't bear it. You nod.

"And what about them?"

"Doesn't love me back."

"How long?" His voice is shaking. He has no idea if you can tell. You laugh.

"A long time."

"Do I know him?"

You laugh again, a little throatier. More melancholy. Isagi feels like he's looking into an abyss. A dangerous place to fall in if he's not careful. He's already in love, already too deep. But he already steeled himself not to hope too much.

"You do know him, I guess."

"Tell me about him," Isagi almost urges. He has to be sure. He has to be sure this isn't one long dream, and that everything is real. "What he's like."

You look at him surprised.

"I thought you hated when I talked about stuff like this?"

"Changed my mind."

"Weirdo. It's nothin' special. We've known each other a while. We get along well. He likes the stuff I do and I like being around him."

"When'd you realized you loved him?"

"Middle school? Probably."

Ah. You've known each other a little longer than that, haven't you?

"You're being awfully secretive about it. Nothing more specific?"

You frown at him.

"Piss off. Go back to not caring about it. It's a dark part of my past and I already gave up on it forever ago."

"What if..." Isagi swallows. He's really the dumbest guy in the entire world for this. It could always be someone else. He knows that. "If your feelings were returned? What then?"

"I've never thought about it," You say, not even considering it might be the case "I'd be happy but I don't see the point in getting my hopes up. His type in girls is like...cuter I guess."

Isagi wants to knock himself out. Idiot. He's gone and ruined his own chances. He wish he could go back and kick the ass of his highschool self. If he called you cute right now, you'd definitely think he was trying to coddle your feelings. You are cute to him.

He can't get the words out.

"And you don't think you are?"

You shoot him a surprised look then burst out into laughter.

"Well, no. Daisuke used to say it but I don't know. Most guys wouldn't think of me as...cute? Sexy maybe? Apparently some of the guys from department see it that way."

Aah. Isagi hates this. He hates hearing that guys name without honorifics. His first name, at that.

"You should listen to the guy you used to date and not whatever knuckleheads you go to school with."

"Are you saying I'm cute, Yoichi? Started feeling bad?"

"It's not pity, alright? But you're not..not cute."

You pause before breaking out in genuine, unruly laughter. Isagi adores the sound of your voice, adores every inch of you as you giggle yourself into a fit.

"You'll never get a girlfriend like that. You have to at least be able to pretend."

It's not pretending. He wants to tell you that you're cute. The way you laugh is cute and the look you get playing stupid claw machine games is cute and the way you get excited by the 7/11 carrying your favorite things is cute. It's never been different and you still look so delighted. Everything about you is cute. Isagi wants to say all that, and that he finds you sexy too. For different, ordinary reasons those stupid guys in your department could never begin to know.

But words are useless - inconceivably pointless to try and make you understand.

"You're cute," He says first, staring at the place in front of him. Then adds "That's not pity."

"So you know how to smooth talk too?"

"It's not that either."

"Then what is it?" Your voice is wavering.

Now or never.

"A confession."

Isagi feels you tense. Feels you freeze. You start to stutter another joking, lifting your head from his shoulder to turn away but Isagi is quicker. Quick to hold your shoulder, to turn you towards him, to hold your cheek and make you look his face.

"Yoichi?"

"Is it me? Am I the person you like?"

You shake your head trying to look away.

"I don't want to answer that."

"I like you," Isagi grips your shoulder tighter, presses his forehead against yours as he holds on for dear life with hope "I only figured it out recently."

A bout of silence passes before your voice sounds again. It's shaking so hard. Isagi can hear how hard your heart is beating.

"This is fucking mean." You whisper. He frowns at you.

"Do I look like I'm joking? Huh? Does it even kind of seem like that?"

"But since when?" You're arguing. Isagi just confessed his undying love for you and you're arguing with him about it. It's so you. "I'm not even your type."

"No one is my type but you, you idiot." Isagi is exasperated explaining this. It's embarrassing but he's a lot of time to reflect and this is as true as it gets "Every single time I'd ever tried dating someone else or doing things with them - I didn't care. I just did it without thinking. But I always thought if it was you...I'd always want it to be you."

"You're not attracted to me." You assert, maybe trying to compensate.

"Fuck you, I couldn't tell you that you were hot to your face. You kicked my ass every time I mentioned the fact your tits got bigger in highsc—"

You shove him with your shoulder.

"Because you talk about it like that you shitty jock." You hiss.

"Then what do you want me to say?" Isagi mumbles, looking at you "I think you're sexy. What else is there?"

"God this is so embarrassing,"

"I'm being serious," Isagi adds, pouting, face flush with heat "You're just...you've always been attractive I guess."

You give him a small frown. Isagi thinks it's the cutest thing in the world. He wants to kiss you absolutely fucking stupid.

"Are you sure? Like really sure?"

He snorts, laughing humorlessly.

"I've been agonizing about it for weeks. Yes I'm sure."

"What if I told you to kiss me? Could you do it?"

Isagi stares at you in disbelief. He turns himself slightly, staring at you before reaching his hand out towards your cheek. You make a soft noise of surprise as he brushes his thumb underneath your eye. Your face is so hot it's burning against the palm of his hand. He lets his hand settle on the back of your neck before leaning into kiss you.

He kisses you hard but slow. Passion imbued into each tiny movement, drawing as deep as he can go without pushing his tongue between your lips.

You let out a soft moan that makes him pull away, eyes widened. Humiliated you try to shove him away, but Isagi manages to catch you by your wrist.

"Is it starting to click or do you need me to prove it one more time?"

"Ugh. Fuck, you're so,"

He grins wolfishly as he stares at you, watching you shrink so slightly under his gaze. He's not used to winning against you in any capacity with the exception of soccer. It feels good.

"I'm so?"

"Annoying."

"That's it?" He leans in again, lips brushing your cheek and pressing a kiss to it before moving down. He presses kisses down your jaw, relishing in the way you squirm. "Nothing else to add?"

"You're enjoying this too much, Yoichi," You reprimand, though you don't make any effort to move "Are you fishing for compliments?"

"I'm wondering if you find me sexy too, that's all."

You pause before leaning in. He watches the gears turn in your brain before turning your voice low.

"Wanna touch me and find out yourself?"

He pulls away instantly in shock as you blink at him innocently. There's an air of smugness about you. He feels his face burn red immediately, blood rushing up into his brain. He tucks his chin looking away from you. His brain feels like it's full of static.

He's embarrassed. By what you've said but more by how naturally everything falls into place. By how effected he is by something so simple. It usually takes so much more to get him like this.

"What the hell was'at..."

"Karma. Don't be all cocky. I've known about my feelings way longer than you."

"Didn't think you'd know jackshit about stuff like that though."

"Just cause I spare you my sex stories doesn't mean they don't exist."

Isagi feels a pang of irritation as he scoffs.

"I don't want hear about them now either."

"I thought you weren't the jealous type?"

"I just wasn't that into any of those girls."

"But you're into me? Enough that you get jealous?"

Isagi laughs at that.

"Yeah. I'm way more into you than you're ever gonna get through your head anyways."

"The fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"Means I wanna get all lovey-dovey with you and embarrass you all the time."

You flush and Isagi feels like he's won. Instead of feeling elated or cocky, this time he just feels a little dazed. He stares at you through lidded eyes.

"I'm so into you," Isagi mutters, leaning his head against your shoulder "You're never gonna get it unless you look in my brain,"

You pause momentarily, leaning back enough that Isagi sits up. He looks at you curiously before he feels you tap foreheads. You close your eyes and hum, before peeking just one open.

"I looked," You say softly "I still win,"

Isagi groans internally. God. God you're so fucking cute. It's so you and it's so cute and he loves you.

"Can I please kiss you again?"

"You don't have to ask every time."

"No takebacks."

Isagi leans in again, to kiss you a little softer this time. When he pulls away, the look on your face makes him want to do it all over again. You'll be here all night if he doesn't get a hold of himself.

"You wanna come over to my place?"

"Isn't a little early for that?"

Isagi knocks your foreheads together.

"Not like that. It's late and the trains aren't running. I don't want you taking a cab,"

"I'm a big girl, Yoichi," You say sardonically "If you want me to stay over, just ask. You're still my best friend, dummy." You add the last part a little softer.

He grabs your hand.

"Then stay with me."

You nod.

"Okay. And we can have sex if you want."

"Fuck yeah."

#isagi x reader #bllk x reader #isagi fluff #bllk fluff #writing tag

[mavrintarou]

[12:19 AM] Sakusa Kiyoomi

I figure, if I'm hitting a roadblock with WYE, I should write other things about Omi to hopefully get me over the roadblock? Lol, wishful thinking? Well, here's soulmate au Omi.

Warning: fluff; explicit smut (18+) this Omi is something else...

Note: It's late and I have nothing edited

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You sighed for the nth time looking at your soulmate who was sitting across the room from you.

Sakusa Kiyoomi was engrossed in the video on his phone, oblivious to you shooting daggers at him. You weren’t sure if he was testing your patience or if he was just oblivious to your needs.

It has been nine months since you two have found one another. From time to time, you still find yourself chuckling at the unconventional way the two of you crossed paths. It wasn’t your run-of-the-mill soulmate origin story that most couples experience.

You crossed paths with Kiyoomi at the club the night of your birthday. He was the only person in the busy and lively club with a mask on. The first thing that crossed your mind when you locked your eyes with the emotionless and cold eyes was that he was in the wrong place with how awkward his body language was. You noticed the two vertical beauty marks on his forehead just right above his left eye and thought how odd it was for you to spot such a distinct feature at a distance.

Little did you know, he was in the right place that very moment.

After a few shots, the liquid courage kicked in and you wanted to go to the dance floor with your friends. As you made your way to the dance floor, something caught the corner of your eyes and you turned your head, locking eyes once again with the man earlier. This time, it was as if he had his eyes on you for some time.

Brushing it off, you hooked your arms with your friends, marching together to the dance floor.

You swayed your body to the beat of the music, letting yourself go. It has been years since you had last been to the club.

It wasn’t long before you felt a body behind you, and normally, you were aware enough to turn around and tell them off.

Just this one time, you decided to allow this person to dance with you.

Their hard chest pressed against your back as their hot breath fanned your ear, “may I dance with you?”

You turned your head, shouting loudly against the music, “sure!”

Their hand rests against your hip and you are aware of how large their hand is. You press yourself against their body, swaying your bodies together. They felt perfect against you, or you molded perfectly against him.

“You’re playing a dangerous game here,” they murmured into your ear, their teeth nipping your earlobe.

 You instantly became somewhat sober when you realized you were grinding into his crotch. You were about to take a step away from him when his arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you pressed against him. Feeling all of him.

“Don’t, please,” he groaned, “you’ll leave me looking like a fool with a hard-on in the middle of the dance floor.”

You weren’t sure why you weren’t running for the hills, any other time, you would have found this creepy and a complete turnoff.

Instead, you continue to keep swaying with him, slower this time, with less pressure. Your hands reached up to touch him, one hand wrapped around behind his neck and the other into his hair. Oddly enough, you felt comfortable in the embrace of this person.

His face is buried into the junction of your neck and shoulder, you can feel his lips press against your skin.

His left hand trailed along the length of your left arm until it found your hand and brought it down so he could intertwine your fingers together. His hand was much larger than yours, your fingers naturally closed in and wrapped around his.

You gasped and moaned when an unknown tingle zapped through your entire body.

“Fuck… no way,” he groaned into your ear, “I knew it…” he chuckled.

His chuckle was so sexy you felt your panties damp instantly.

Your mind couldn’t comprehend, everything was attacking you at all angles. All you knew was that at this exact moment, everything felt right, complete, and whole.

You turned around, your hands still intertwined. You finally looked up at the stranger that had been dancing with you and your mouth dropped as you recognized the eyes, that were no longer expressionless or cold, but warm and burning with passion as they stared deep into yours. His whole face is revealed and he was the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen.

The height difference between you two was drastic, he towered over you, your body pressed close against his.

“What is your name?” Even against the loud music, you heard just him.

“Y/l/n Y/f/n,” you whispered, “you?”

His lips curved into a breathtaking smile the moment he heard your name. You felt his joy and excitement, now understanding when you heard about soulmates being able to feel the emotions of their partners. “My name is Sakusa Kiyoomi.”

He slipped his left hand away from yours, your eyes immediately spotting your initials inked and glowing red on his pinky. The SK initials on your finger glowed just as brightly.

You two have been inseparable since that night.

Kiyoomi told you that he had fought tooth and nail to get out from going to the club but was dragged there by Bokuto and Miya. “For the first time, I’m actually thankful for them.” He kissed your knuckles, nipping your pinky finger that had his initials on it. “Otherwise, I would have not found you.”

“Did you have a clue at all that it could have been me?” You asked, reliving that night. You wondered if the moment your eyes met his as he entered the club was a sign, a connection between you both that was pulling you closer together.

“I saw you from across the room and knew, I just knew something was pulling me towards you and had to go to you.” He intertwined his fingers with yours, something he did daily as if he needed to feel his mark against yours. “Make note that I would have never danced with anyone willingly, but the moment I spotted you, it was like you just knew. As soon as your body pressed against mine, I knew,” he pressed a kiss to the back of your hand, “I knew you were the one when you filled the missing spot in my life at that moment.”

You nestle into his arms, realizing that ever since you met him, everything about him has become your purpose in life.

Before finding Omi, your family and friends who have found their pair were always lovey-dovey with one another, grossing you out.

Now, you understand it.  

Neither of you could keep your hands… or mouth off of each other.

But now, you wanted more.

Except, Kiyoomi hasn’t shown any interest in giving you more.

He always stopped at a heavy kiss. Always pulling away and tapping your nose that it was enough. You’ve felt his bulge before, and he hasn’t allowed you to help him take care of it, always telling you that he can take care of it himself.

At first, you thought maybe you were the one rushing him and respected his boundaries.

However, how much longer should you wait?

“Kiyoomi.” You took a seat next to him. He stopped his video and set his phone down, giving you his full attention. Your ears burned and knew they were probably red because of how anxious you were and from what you were about to ask him. “Do you…” you choked. You loved how Kiyoomi always made sure to give you eye contact, letting you know you had his undivided attention but it was moments like this that you felt so little under his gaze. “How come –“ you froze, blinking at him dumbfoundedly. “Never mind.”

You got up quickly but before you could even take a step away, strong arms wrapped around your body, pulling you down until you were sitting on his lap.

He nuzzled his face into your shoulder, “tell me.”

You shook your head, face heating up with embarrassment.

His head lifted off your shoulder and you felt his hand gently grip your chin to turn so your eyes could meet, “tell me.” His tone was more authoritative, and you wanted nothing more than for him to use that tone on you for the rest of your life.

You exhaled, “do… not find me sexually attractive?”

His brows furrowed immediately as he exclaimed, “what?”

Not wanting to repeat yourself, you jerked your chin out of his grasp and looked away. You were beyond embarrassed.

As he always teases you, he chuckles because he knows you love the sound of it.

Your breath hitches when you feel his lips press against your jawline. “You have no idea, Y/n. I’m so fucken sexually attracted to you.”

You quickly glance at him and frown, “they why haven’t you touched me?”

One of his hands moves to touch your calve and slides upward underneath the skirt you wore. “And how do you want me to touch you?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat as his rough fingertips danced against your thigh and shifted to the inner side. Your brain was beginning to malfunction as you tried to comprehend his hand and his lips on your skin.

A shaky breath left your lips and you widen your legs before grabbing his hand that’s underneath your skirt and pressing his fingertips right to your covered pussy. “Here,” you whispered, looking into his eyes. “Touch me here, Omi. Here.” It was his turn to blink at you dumbfoundedly. You pressed his fingers against your sensitive clit and a soft breath exhaled. You pressed your mouth to his and whispered, “I want your fingers inside of me.”

You lift yourself off his lap and stand before him, his hand frozen in mid-air. “Will you touch me, Omi?”

In the same authoritative tone moments ago, he ordered, “take your clothes off and straddle my lap.”

Your squeal couldn’t be contained as you quickly stripped off your shirt and skirt. Of all the days that it could have happened, it was the day you wore unmatching undergarments but you could have cared less at the moment, removing your black bra and red panties.

“What are you waiting for?” he asked, sensing your hesitation. He patted his lap, “come here.”

You weren’t sure why suddenly you were hesitating, as if having second thoughts. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Kiyoomi cocked his head to the side and grinned, “you’re naked in front of me and you’re now saying you don’t want to make me feel uncomfortable?” He leaned back against the couch and pressed a hand to his crotch, “do you see this?”

Your mouth watered at the sight of the outline of his cock against his joggers. “But why are you always taking care of it yourself… when you have me?”

Kiyoomi reached for your hand, “because I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He pulled you until you straddled his thighs and rested both his hands on your hips, his thumb tracing along your hip bones. “I know that I won’t be able to control myself if I start,” he looked up at you with dark and dilated pupils. “If I have a taste, I will want to devour everything.”

You cup his face, brushing his curls away. “Well then, Bon Appetit.”

You’re lifted into the air and gasp when Kiyoomi carries you over his shoulder towards the bedroom. He dropped you onto your shared bed and began swiftly undressing.

Your jaw dropped the moment you saw his cock sprang free. “Oh…”

He attacks you without warning, lips pressed against yours before moving hungrily. “Wrap your arms and legs around me,” he commanded and the moment your ankles locked around his waist and arms around his neck, an arm slips underneath your back and he lifts you effortlessly towards the middle of the bed.

“Y/n,” he murmurs against your mouth and lifts his head, he loosens your hold around his neck and stations your wrists beside your head before loosening your legs around his waist. He sits back on his heels and admires you. “God, you’re so beautiful.”

His eyes trail down your body before his hand playfully teases from your belly button down to your clit where he circles the sensitive bud with his thumb, slowly rubbing it in circles.

You inhale sharply, “please…” your hips rocking against his thumb.

His thumb releases the pressure on your clit and you whimper but it trails lower until you feel it slips inside of you. He thrusts his thumb in and out of your pussy before rotating his hand and two of his fingers replaced his thumb.

“Omi…” you moaned, “oh Omi… more…”

“I wanted to please you with my fingers as you wished for but…” he hand paused, “I don’t think I can wait any longer, Y/n.” He slipped his fingers out and wraps them around his cock. “I need to be inside of you now.”

You nod your head, widening your legs.

“But I don’t have any condoms,” he leans forward onto his other hand, “I want nothing more than to cum inside of you, Y/n. I don’t wait to waste any more of my cum on my hand or with tissue, I want it inside of you badly.”

Your arms reached out to him, “yes – yes cum inside of me.”

“You will risk getting pregnant? Having my baby?” God, you love his dirty talk. “You’ll let me breed you?”

“Yes! Yes, breed me, Omi.” You watched his cock glide against your folds before he pressed further. The intrusion was foreign as your body stretched to welcome his cock. “Oh God, Omi… Omi – wait…”

He groaned as he pushed until he was fully inside of you. “I waited long enough, Y/n…” his hips began moving at a steady pace. “Look at how well you’re taking me,” your eyes follow his, watching his cock piston in and out of you.

Kiyoomi grabs both your legs and presses your knees into your chest, “is this okay?” You nodded, as he shifted your legs so they were parallel with his body as he bends you nearly in half. His groan each time he thrusts inside of you was your second favorite thing next to his chuckle.

“Kiss me,” you begged, he pressed you further in half as his mouth connected with yours. His tongue slipped past your lips to tangle with yours.

Your lower tummy tingles before your orgasm tips over the edge. You moan against Kiyoomi’s mouth, nails digging into his arms as your pussy squeezes around his cock. His cock fills you twice more before you feel the odd sensation of hot fluid filling you inside.

Your jello legs collapse on the bed as Kiyoomi rests on his heels. His cock was still very much lodged inside of you, plugging you up with his cum.

He grabbed one of your legs and swung it over, shifting you onto your hands and knees. “That was only the appetizer.”

E/n: Gawd this man... okay back to WYE.

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@queenelleee @mfreedomstuff @erintaro @callmeraider @chaotic-fangirl-blog @wolffmaiden @cloud-lyy

#haikyuu smut #haikyu x reader #sakusa smut #haikyuu sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi smut #sakusa x reader #sakusa fluff #sakusa x y/n #sakusa x you #haikyuu sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa kiyoomi x y/n #sakusa kiyoomi x reader

[blues824]

I would like a freshly whipped request where obey me teen mc suddenly comes to the realization “hang on a minute, if I’m Lilith’s descendant, doesn’t that make the guys my +1,000 something great grand uncles?????”

Lucifer

Has to pause for a second because he had never considered it.

Now that you brought it up, it’s all he can think about

Maybe that’s why he always felt the urge to protect you?

He has never had to play the ‘uncle’ role, so it’s new to him

Mammon

Also pauses for a second because he never thought about it

Once he realizes that you’re kind of right, he lets out a very loud scream.

He continues to play the role as your protector, but more in a less serious way

Often ruffles your hair and calls you ‘kiddo’

Leviathan

He dropped his controller and the character on his screen died immediately

Nah cuz he only thought things like this happened on Game Theory videos on DevilTube

If you ever called him ‘uncle’ or any variant of the word, he feels old.

Other than that, nothing much would change. He might go harder on video games where he goes against you because ‘if he’s your uncle, you should be able to do it!

Satan

Drops the book he had in his hands right after you said that

Then he would bring up the fact that none of the brothers were blood-related to Lilith

You proceeded to have an entire debate about this topic

It ended with the agreement that family trees were too difficult and confusing

Asmodeus

Cue the shocked pikachu face as he drops the brush he had in his hand

Please don’t ask him about your family. He’s not even sure about the dynamics that are set in place

Would not treat you any differently

Besides maybe spoiling you a tad bit more

Beelzebub

Drops the burger and churro he had in his hand

Whipped his head over so quick you would’ve thought he broke his neck

Fits the fun uncle vibe so well

Would feed you snacks and food because he wants to show that he cares

Belphegor

Is questioning every decision he ever made up to this point

The worst part is that you woke him up to ask him that

Softly throws a pillow on your head and tells you to go back to sleep

Other than that, he doesn’t really care

#obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me! #obey me shall we date #obey me shall we date x reader #obey me x reader #obey me lucifer x reader #lucifer x reader #lucifer #obey me mammon x reader #mammon x reader #mammon #obey me levi x reader #obey me leviathan x reader #obey me leviathan #leviathan x reader #leviathan #obey me satan x reader #obey me satan #satan x reader #satan #obey me asmo x reader #asmodeus #obey me asmodeus #asmodeus x reader #asmo x reader #asmo #obey me beel x reader #obey me beelzebub #beelzebub

[dontforgetoctober3rd]

Come Go With Me

A Michael Gavey fic.

EDIT: Now with art! (just a sketch tho)

Summary: It's the spring of 2007 and Michael Gavey has so far kept to the vow he made to never socialize again after Oliver ditched him. Then he meets a cute girl at a coffee shop. Will the vow stand strong or immediately go down the drain?

Word Count: 3986

Rating: T (plenty of swearing, instances of misogyny, objectification of the female body, atrociously incorrect bagel eating, New York City slander, etc.)

Author's Note: yes, the title is the song by Expose. Also, I'm a corny writer.

Divider by @cafekitsune

“I don’t know or care what Oliver Quick is doing this summer,” Michael said, continuing to type on his laptop, not even making eye contact with whoever asked the question.  The guy who asked left without saying anything further.

Some random guy in the library asked Michael if it was true that Oliver was going to be spending the summer with Felix on his family’s estate.  It was more about prying into Felix’s business than him wanting to know anything about Oliver, Michael thought.  Oliver was not on the same level of being interesting (in the eyes of the general student populace) that the Cattons were.  

Michael didn’t give a shit that Oliver was going to fancy fucking Saltburn with his new, snobby, loser, nepo baby friends for the summer.  Really, he didn’t.  When Oliver humiliated him at the bar, he made the decision then to swear off any further socializing at the university.  It was the best thing he ever did.

Already, he felt less anxious.  He had more time to focus on his coursework.  More time to read new books, attend off campus lectures.  Walks in the park by himself were quite relaxing when he didn’t have to think about topics to keep a stilted, dying conversation going.  He even went so far as to set aside time to play video games again.  Every weekend, for one hour and a half, he lost himself in Fable on his Xbox.  

Michael still felt the sting of the bar betrayal from time to time, as he thought he had finally found a true friend in Oliver (or at least, the potential for him to become one).  The new, lone path taken had helped him realize that he was not the problem.  Oliver was just an asshole, like the majority of those who went to Oxford.  

Sometimes Michael wondered why people didn’t like him.  Must be how smart he was.   There was nothing weird about being good at math.  What was so awful about being good at math, anyway?  He guessed that most peoples’ biggest issue with his smarts was that it reminded them they were stupid. Oh well!  Plenty of time for activities by himself now.

One of those activities was fast became his favorite, after only his fourth visit.  Visiting a little coffee shop he had discovered near the river, he was able to “mingle” among people without having to talk to anyone. No one would bother him here and he would still get his dose of human contact which, after all, was vital to the psychological constitution of a person.  As rigid as he intended on being with his new No Socializing At Oxford vows, Michael did not intend on becoming a psychopath.  Besides, the baristas never got his order wrong. They never talked to him beyond the perfunctory taking of his order but after the third time, when he walked in, instead of asking what he would like the person at the register had asked “The usual?” and Michael would just say yes, thank you, and then pay.

Michael packed up his laptop, shoving it and the charger into his reusable Tescoe bag along with his notebooks. He stood and adjusted his sweater, checked all his pant pockets were buttoned up and zipped closed.  He kept his visits only to every other day so as to not have the monotony grate on his nerves. The coffee shop made fresh bagels every day, however, and he had been looking forward to enjoying one all morning (his favorite was blueberry).  He liked to eat his a certain way, scooping out the insides of each slice before finally eating the hollowed out crusts.  Someone at school would surely have an opinion about his bagel-eating method (not that he cared) but at the coffee shop, Michael was left in peace.

 Walking briskly through the library doors and outside in the crisp spring air, he didn’t even look in direction of Oliver walking up the steps into the library with Felix.  They were laughing about something but Michael didn’t even breathe in their direction.

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The delicious smell of bread baking hit him in a wave as he stepped into the coffee shop.  It looked like a rush had just hit, the baristas busy cleaning and restocking various items.  

“Hi! I’ll take your order right over here.” came the chipper voice.  Michael turned.

Oh god, a new hire. An American one (he was pretty sure the accent he heard was American) Maybe he wasn’t entitled to feel irritated about changes in the store, it's not like he owned the damn thing, but Michael felt irritated just the same.  This was HIS spot and someone new had just invaded it.

The new girl had long hair parted in the middle, tied back in a bun.  The hair was turquoise. A very bright turquoise, almost neon, he would say.  It pissed him off even more. Dyed hair was so fucking tacky.

He trudged to the register, hating every second of anticipating having to deal with someone new, someone chatty, even for something as impersonal as coffee.  

The girl was almost as tall as he was, eye-level to him, smiling the fakest fucking smile he had ever seen.  I mean, it had to be fake.  Who looked this happy to be taking a stranger’s order? He didn’t even bother attempting to smile back.  Whatever.  Get my coffee, bitch Michael though.

“I’ll have a large vanilla coffee, sugar free, with a blueberry bagel.” 

“Ah, so just cutting back on the sugar but can’t quite quit it altogether, eh?” the girl said with a wink and another smile, totally unperturbed by his attitude.

Michael pursed his lips and said nothing.  The girl, still unbothered, looked down and clacked away on the touch screen.  He quickly looked over her in the few seconds she imputed his order.  

She had long, acrylic nails, painted a pastel kind of purple.  Her name tag said Cat, which he guessed was short for Catherine.  Maybe.  Also her boobs were big.  Not normal big, but stripper big.  Not that he would know, but still.  Too big for the word “boobs”, for sure.  Tits seemed like a more appropriate word.  If he had ever been to a strip club he was pretty damn sure stripper tits would look exactly like hers.  And she had tattoos covering the entirety of her left arm.  Classy, he thought condescendingly. No wonder she was working here instead of somewhere like a bank.

Michael wondered if she had tattoos on her chest as well…he was so sure he could avert his gaze before she noticed but suddenly her fingers snapped and her head lowered into his line of vision, a smug look on her face.  Small wisps of hair hung in front of her ears, he noticed.

“You lose something. buddy?” she asked.  

“I didn’t mean-I was just looking at your name tag.” he sputtered, fidgeting with a cuff of his sweater.  

“Look, it's fine. They’re tits.” 

Michael flinched slightly at her casual use of the word.  It was one thing to talk like that with other guys, but girls? What was she trying to prove?  Tits tits tits. He made a point to stare straight into her eyes and not look away while she continued to speak. “Its not a big deal, I promise,” she said, finishing up his order on the register and offering her hand to take payment. 

Choosing not to respond, Michael set his Tesco bag on the counter so he could unzip one of his pockets to get at his credit card.  The pocket it was in was hard to open and the zipper always caught, so two hands were needed.  

“You can look, you know,  just don’t be creepy about it.” she continued, as he struggled slightly with the pocket.  

Michael did not look at her as he handed over the card. 

Being branded a “creep” was the last thing Michael needed.  He was already the Lonely Nerd at university, he really did not want to become the Creepy Lonely Nerd (that ogles stranger’s tits).  Not that he would give a shit what people thought, but one less socially crippling label was better than one more.

“I mean, it’s not like I can leave them at home, right?  I don’t mind a little look here and there!” she said with a laugh, handing back his card. Unbelievable.  She was still talking about her tits! 

“Can I get that to go?” Michael answered more than asked.  

“Sure thing. Uh, what’s your name?”

“I’m Michael.” He was not staying here. He was not going to stay and become the Creepy Tit Guy.  Given her outgoing nature, Cat would probably have something to say about the way he ate his bagel, too, he was sure of it.  He would become Creepy Tit And Weirdo Bagel Eating Method Guy if he stayed. Maybe dealing with this at university would have been easier but this was supposed to be his relaxation spot. The coffee shop was ruined for him now, he would never come back.  Ever.  Fuck this place and fuck her.

“Alrighty, dude. Be right back!” 

“My name is not…dude..” Michael stepped away from the register, his voice fading away to nothing as Cat got his order ready, unable to hear him.  There was no one else coming in right now, it seemed he came during a lull. The other employees were still cleaning and restocking. 

“Here you go!” Cat said with a smile, handing him his bagel in a paper wrap and his coffee. 

Still not looking at her, he took his bagel and his coffee and got the fuck out of there, practically powerwalking away. 

 It was only until he made it to a nearby park bench that he finally saw what Cat had written on the other side of his bagel wrapper.  A whole paragraph, practically.  Michael, sorry for making you feel uncomfortable. I was just trying to be funny, I swear.  Enjoy your coffee.  Hope you come back! 

Michael felt relief for a moment, before loudly groaning and spilling some of his coffee as he made to slap his forehead with that same hand.  He had left his fucking Tescoe bag at the coffee shop.  His bag that had his computer, his notebooks, his finished papers for a couple of classes. 

He had to go back.  Fuck.

“Yeah, sorry, but she said she knew you.”

Michael swore. The cashier informed him that Cat had just left, her shift was over.  She had taken the bag with her to the Oxford library.  Apparently, she was a student there?  Who fucking knew!?

“You need me to call the police?”

“No, that’s all right, I do know her.”  Michael lied.  “I told her earlier I’d be headed to the library later.  She probably figures she can catch me there.”  Without a single, civil ‘thank you’, Michael practically fled the shop.

He didn’t care how dumb it looked that he was frantically looking everywhere in the library for the familiar, turquoise hair.  People always looked at him funny.  It’s not like he could go to each of them individually and ask them hey could you please stop snidely whispering every time you look in my direction? Old Michael would go back to his dorm, have a cry, wonder why no one liked him and then quickly finish his homework in his dungeon of a bedroom before crying some more and then going to sleep.

New Michael didn’t give a shit.  New Michael was focused 100 percent on his academics and self-care, and right now his academics were in jeopardy because that Tesco bag held papers he had yet to type (Michael liked to hand write his work first, he felt it was more thorough). Also, maybe New Michael should better remember to not forget his shit at random shops.  Old Michael wouldn’t have forgotten. Whatever. 

After scanning the entire first floor of the library, he stomped to the second floor.  If she was a student here, how had he never seen her?  The hair would have been hard to miss.  Of course, it's not like he made it a habit to people watch anymore, especially in the library. 

Suddenly, he saw her.  Way in the corner, at a table right under a huge window, he saw her returning with her nose in a book from the shelves.  On the table, his bag.  

“Give it here.” Michael said, approaching the table.  Cat looked up from her book.

God, she was pretty.  He felt like a troll next to her.  It was so fucking unfair. More importantly though…why was he telling her to hand the bag back?  It was HIS.  He should just take it and go, without a word.  She had basically stolen it.  The girl was a thief and took it to give him a hard time because she was a bitch, like every other pretty girl he had ever interacted with and been cut down by. Maybe he could like her if he gave it a try…but the days of trying to get people to think he was cool or amazing were over.  She was a bitch and he knew it.

Mmm not what the note on your bagel showed, an annoying voice in his head began. That note could only have been written if she liked you because who would write that for a random customer?  You should talk to her an-  

Oh, fucking christ.  Old Michael.  Desperate-to-be-liked-by-someone-ANYONE Michael.  Shut the fuck up, Old Michael. You are dead.

“Yeah, no problem, I mean it is your bag!” Cat said cheerfully, closing her book and holding the bag out to him. “Sorry you had to run all this way to get it, Michael.”

“Um, it’s ok.  I run fast.” Michael said, immediately regretting it. God, that sounded so fucking stupid. He reached out for his bag.

Oh, so we’re no longer on that socializing ban, huh, Mr. Comedian?  I mean, what was THAT?!  Old Michael thought slyly. Shut up shut up shut up shut up!!!!! And, look!  She remembers your name! SHUT UP.

“-couldn’t just leave it there, you know?” Cat had finished saying.

Michael froze. “Huh?” 

What had she been talking about?  Shit. “Uh, why not?” Please let that be the right response.  Please let that be relevant to what she was fucking saying, Michael thought desperately. 

Cat rolled her eyes, but still sounded…not like a bitch?  “The laptop would definitely have been long gone if I hadn’t taken the bag.  I couldn’t just leave it there.”

Oh.  That was it.  That had been all she had said. Michael nodded and mumbled his thanks, ready to go…except Cat still held onto the bag. And stopped him with her next words.

“You play Fable a lot?”she asked.

It’s a trap.  She is going to make fun of you, he thought to himself.  Just get your shit and go. His hand was also still on HIS bag.  That she was not letting go of, for some reason.

“Yeah, I like it a lot.” 

Oh, how riveting.  That will make her swoon! Old Michael chimed in. 

“Really?” Cat responded.  Her tone wasn’t mocking.  It was…interested?  “I like it too but it feels unfinished, somehow.  I wish they would release Fallout 3 for these new consoles already, I bet it would be 1000 times better than this crap that Lionhead put out.”

Michael nodded.  She liked Fallout? She was impatient for the release?? Ask her to go with you to the midnight release next year!!! Ask her ask her ask her ask- No.  Shut up.  Be normal, for once in your life, be normal and chill about something. 

“-able doesn’t feel like it’s TRULY a good rpg, where you can do whatever you want, you know?  You can only go in one direction and can’t put off the main quest at all.”

She was still talking about Fable.  She was still talking about video games, something they both liked, something they had in common.

This is your chance, you know. Old Michael piped in.  Did any of those other people ever show even the slightest interest in the stuff you were into?  Ever? Ask her out!

“Ok,” Michael began. “I see your point, but the mechanics of the game aren’t the star so much as the incredible story and character designs-” 

While he continued to go on a tangent of Fable’s good qualities to Cat, trying his best not to sound too rant-y, Michael frantically gave the idea of asking her out some thought…

What if she said no? Hm what if she says yes? 

It’s stupid. The release for Fallout 3 is next year.  No, not even.  It’s October of that year, so…over a year away!  Almost two fucking years! What kind of weirdo would ask someone on a date almost two years from now?! Plus, she isn’t even into me.  She just likes video games, like any other person.  

Why is she still holding onto your bag, then? Old Michael thought smugly.  Why did she write that little note on your bagel? Why did she remember your name? Why-

All right, all right.  

“Right, so…want to come? To the midnight release for it?  For Fallout 3?” Michael asked, throwing all caution to the wind and swallowing his preemptive rejection rage that already was bubbling up.

“For Fallout?” Cat said, still holding onto the bag. “Which store you going to?” 

“Target.” Please say yes.  I don’t even know you and I know it’s weird to ask you somewhere practically two years from now but PLEASE SAy YES, Michael thought.

“Mm, nah.” Cat, said, letting go of the bag to dig in her bookbag.

Shit. 

Michael’s chest began to hurt, the hand holding his bag falling limply to his side.  He could feel his eyes begin to water.  She was just like the rest of them. Pathetic.  So pathe-

“You should come with me to Game on Queen Street, they always price cut!” Cat said, whipping out her blackberry. “Whatever price we show them for the game, they’ll shave 5 off it!  I mean, it’s not much but I’ll take what I can get! Here, put your number in.”

On sheer autopilot, Michael put his number in.  He felt ashamed the entire time, having choked back a scathing insult at the last minute before Cat had shoved her phone at him.

“Are you ok?” Cat took her phone back, eyeing him with a concerned look.

“I’m fine! It’s just-probably something I caught the other day, I can already feel the sniffles coming on and whatnot.  It’s nothing!” Michael babbled.

It cannot be this easy, Michael thought.  It’s been this easy the entire time?  Hanging out with a girl?  Talking to her?  Making plans?  Why did Oliver never like him when they had so much in common?

Holy shit, forget about fucking Oliver! You have a date with your future wife! Old Michael practically screeched. Jesus fucking Christ, you are desperate. Shut the fuck up!! Be Normal!

“You wanna go back to the shop and get another bagel?” Cat asked, putting her books away and sliding on her bookbag. “ We could use my discount, that way-”

“Yeah, let's go.” Michael cut in.  Grabbing her wrist and not waiting for her answer, he turned and began to swiftly move through the library.  He tried not to get excited as Cat uttered a quick ‘cool’ and kept pace with him.  

He also tried not to think about how awkwardly he was holding her hand. Everyone in the library was staring, he saw it in his peripheral.   It had looked so cool in his brain but now everyone could see how his stupid hand around her wrist slightly resembled him holding his limp-no no no no noooo shut up shut up SHUT UP. 

“Blueberry runs out quick.” Michael said, as they both briskly walked.   “I went one time at around this hour instead of my usual time and I had to settle for onion, which is gross as shit.” You’re rambling, Old Michael chided.  She fucking works there, she doesn’t need a play-by-play of bagel supply issues. Let her say something, idiot!  The reason he never noticed her before, it turned out, was that she hadn’t dyed her hair yet.  Cat also began to tell him about her history degree.  Something about the American Gilded age and how she was deep into research of the British Astors or something.  Michael surprisingly found himself not bored.  Were her eyes fucking green?  Oh, fuck, they were green!

They finally saw the shop in the distance.  Right after his anti-onion bagel tirade and her talk of her studies, he set straight into a long-winded verbal onslaught on the statistics of how rare green eyes were.  Micheal thought his heart would fall out of his asshole when Cat adjusted their hands so her fingers were laced with his.  About halfway through the distance, he had cut in when she mentioned her favorite bagel flavor (pineapple) and talked her ear off the rest of the way about his bagel eating method, insisting on its practicality but really prepping her so that she wouldn’t be horrified when she saw him do it and ditch him like fucking Oliver.  She laughed. 

“That’s so L.A. of you.  New York would hate your fucking guts, though.” she said, with a grin.   “Good thing I’m a California girl!  I’d rather deal with horrible traffic and scooped bagels than having to fight rats for sidewalk space.”

Right before they got to the doors, Michael went for it.  “I’m telling people that you’re my girlfriend.”, he said seriously.  She hadn’t run off when he had taken her hand (wrist).  She had noticed the Fable stickers on his computer.  She had remembered his name after one interaction. The American thing was a slight issue but hey, no one was perfect! 

“Cool, because I already told the staff that you were my boyfriend when I took your bag!” Cat responded. “I told them you like to pretend you don’t know me when you get mad and I just play along to pacify you.  It was the only way they were comfortable letting me take your bag!”

Be cool!  Do not fucking freak out! Act fucking normal! Do NOT scare her away! Say something a fucking weirdo would never in a million years say! Old Michael reminded him.

“Let’s go back to my place after and study some calculus.  Your grades in that sound horrendous.” Fucccccck.  You just got yourself a girlfriend and this is the shit you respond with?! Old Michael panicked. 

Cat smirked. “Only if you promise to fuck me into your mattress after.”

Michael stared at her, almost daring her to say she was kidding.  When she didn’t and her gaze briefly dropped to his lips, he abandoned any doubts he had and turned to walk away from the shop, practically dragging Cat with him.  

Cat giggled and adjusted herself to clutch at his arm with both hands, her legs and his in perfect sync as they made their way to Michael’s room.

—------------

“What the fuck?” Felix said to Oliver, pointing. Both were sitting on a bench, relaxing a bit before their next class.

 “Didn’t he go fucking mental at you the first day? Not to be a dick or anything but is she safe with that guy?”  

Oliver followed Felix’s finger and froze.  

He gaped at what he saw:

Michael fucking Gavey, math genius slash freak of nature, walking happily with the pretty American girl who had said no to their bar hopping invite just last week.  It was definitely surprising, but Oliver was now more determined than ever.  If a fucking social reject like Gavey could get what he was after, then someone like himself was sure to have the same luck if he continued to put in the effort.

THE END

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[julianalvarez9]

named after you / john stones

author's note: my mind hasn't stopped thinking about that damn interview where john speaks about bernardo's dog named after him so i had to write this. started as a blurb, ended as a full fic + socmed au. i hate myself.

wc: 1.5k words.

pairing: john stones x footballer!reader (doesn't really impact much of the story, except she's injured).

face claim: esme morgan 💌

contains: excessive use of pet names, roasting jack grealish just because (i love you jack), they're in love but they don't know it, mentions of injury and a foot cast but nothing too detailed (because i don't know shit about injuries)

summary: your best friend is dumbfounded to learn that you've never had a dog, not even as a kid. he goes above and beyond to change that when the circumstances ask for a way to cheer you up.

"you've never had a dog before?".

john can't believe his ears. but to be fair, everyone at the little studio set where you're filming the next video for city's youtube channel is as incredulous as he is. you just laugh at his reaction, before explaining. "well, i wanted one when i was a kid, but my parents said i was too small to have one. and then i just never asked again".

his brows just keep on furrowing, and it's like he had forgotten about the stack of cards he had in hand, with the 20 questions he was supposed to ask you for the video prepared by the team. "yeah, but you're what? 24 now? you could have a dog," he said, like it was obvious. to be fair, he was right. after all, you lived alone: no partner, no kids, no family in the country. having a little pet to take care of and love would make you happy, but you weren't sure if you would have the time to take care of a little dog now, with how packed your schedule is. maybe that's why you hadn't really thought about getting a furry friend. "i suppose. didn't think about it before," you shrug.

"fine. i'm getting you a dog".

it's been months since that interaction, and you haven't thought about john's promise since. the video went live on the team's youtube channel a few weeks after, and as expected, everyone loved it. the friendship you had with the city player was always cherished by the fans, and you couldn't really blame them. he was your best friend since you arrived in the club, and having his support from the beginning really made the adaptation period easier.

you realized how much you basked in his affection and care when you suffered a season-ending injury. it wasn't that hard, to be honest, but since the end of the season was less than a month away, you knew that the recovery period would be longer than what it took to get you back on the pitch in time for the last game. john has been there from the first moment, sending you a message as soon as he saw you went down on the grass. you only saw it after the medical exams were done, when the doctors had already told you that you probably wouldn't get to play again until next season.

facing the reality about you not being there for your teammates, not being able to help them in any way, shape or form, at least where it mattered to you -in the pitch-, was rough. you went from the training center for recovery to home, all day, every day, never getting quite far from the prefabricated route: your only focus was to get healthy again. you weren't even seeing john that often, with his schedule being as overwhelming as always and you don’t even daring to set a foot in the etihad if you weren't there to play.

but john, your good best friend john, knew exactly what to do to cheer you up.

“are you home?”.

the call alone was weird. john wasn’t one to talk much on the phone, and much less, while driving. if he wasn’t using free hands, you’ll kill him. “why are you calling me while driving, stones?”.

“asked you a question first. answer, little one”.

the nickname alone made you roll your eyes, and he swore he could picture your annoyed face in his mind. the joke had been running between you two ever since you two meet, really, not only because of the slight age gap, but also, due to how he towered over you. wasn’t rocket science, it was what his position on the field demanded, while you, as a striker, only had to be quick. “yeah, dad, i’m home”.

“whoa, what an attitude. i’m about to get home, so you better fix it”.

you couldn't even process him calling your place home, or protest against him coming without a longer notice -not a 2 second warning, like this one, because he had already hung up before you could even mutter a confused “what?”.

if looks could kill, you’d be charged with a murder.

you’re glaring at john’s car from the second it sets a wheel into your front yard. he’s quick in parking the car and stepping out of it, but instead of going to greet you, standing on the doorway with your arms crossed, he goes to open his rear door.

“what are you doing?” you ask, almost screaming, to ensure that he hears even if he’s quite far from you. john appears to be arranging something on the back of the car, but he smiles when answering your question. “go inside. wait on the sofa. eyes closed”.

you’re about to make a funny comment, except his smile goes away the second you take too long to fulfill his wishes. you decide to quit being difficult and, with a bit of difficulty due to the cast shoe you have in your feet, make your way to the couch. your eyes remain open, though, watching the match your team was playing on the tv. once you heard the door closing, you shut your eyes.

“do you have your hands ready?”.

you frown, but still, your arms are extended with your palms up per john’s request. soon, you’re opening up your eyes when you feel a warm ball of fur placed on your hands.

“john, did you get me a dog?”.

you almost have tears in your eyes when you place the little jack russell on your lap, and it curls into a ball, falling asleep almost instantly. “isn’t he the prettiest boy ever?” john coos, squatting so he can get a good look at the little dog you’re holding. “john, i can’t have a dog. i’m never at home,” you rationalize once the initial emotion has settled in. you start to think about your schedule, how you’re seemingly always away. the worry must have painted on your face, because the man in front of you notices it, and is quick to find your hand, previously resting on the little canine, to squeeze reassuringly.

“yes, you can. you’re home now, aren’t you?” he smiles, and you’re rolling your eyes, again, for what feels like the hundredth time today. “he’s gonna help with your recovery. but you don’t have to worry about him being alone here once you’re back: our schedules don't always match. when you can't have him, i'll take care of him". the way he’s looking at you now, with his fluffy hair and sweet smile is making you melt almost as much as the sight of the little puppy resting on your legs. 

long seconds pass before any of you say anything, too focused on your little friend, before you realize john hasn’t told you how he’s called. “what’s his name?” you ask, and he looks up at you before shaking his head. “doesn’t have one. it’s up to you”. the smile you have on your face after hearing him speak, has your best friend thinking that you’re up to no good. and he’s proven right when you open your mouth again. 

"i'm naming him after you".

his eyebrows furrow and he’s shaking his head again, clear discontent in his face now. "what? you can't. i won't allow you to," he opposes in a high pitched tone, and you laugh before answering. "why not? he's my dog,” you point out, and the puppy on your lap suddenly wakes up, probably awakened by the small argument held between both of you. you direct your hand to caress his little head, and he rewards you by licking your palm, almost like a little kiss. “i think he likes it. don't you, johnny boy?".

he has to straighten up so you don’t see the smallest pink rose to his cheeks when hearing you say johnny boy. he always told you he despised the nickname, which was why you had stopped using it, but instead, he lied because he liked hearing you say it.

"but why john?" he presses, again, hoping that, maybe, it’ll make you change your mind. he knows it's wishful thinking: after being friends with you for so long, john is aware that when an idea pops into your pretty brain, it’s almost impossible to shake it off. "first, you're the one that got him,” you list off, and it has him rolling his eyes. you think it’s funny how the roles are reversed, and the smallest giggle escapes your list before continuing with your explanation. “second, he's a jack russell".

"and? you could name him after jack," he says, and he’s hopeful when the doubt is planted on your face. it takes you a few seconds before you’re shaking your head, scrunching up your nose in disagreement. "nah, he can't jump that high”. you’ve switched your focus now, from person-john to dog-john, and your voice gets a little higher when speaking to him. “when you grow up you'll jump as high as your daddy here, won't you, pretty boy?".

john feels like he could faint by the amount of pet names that seem to flow effortlessly from your lips. "okay that's enough," he says, and you laugh at how agitated he is. "it's settled then. john stones, meet john stones".

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[snowyvoid]

Hi! You made a really good post about how Gordon should be written as more fucked up/morally questionable more often which I really agree with! Your post mainly focused on the perspective of hlvrai as a real functioning world, but even if you take into account the idea that he's a guy playing a video game he's...still kind of morally weird? Like he never tells ANYONE it's a game of his own volition, it takes Coomer trying to murder him and then spelling out that he knew before the finale for Gordon to admit it to him and the Gnome knew from the start. Providing the ACAB stream now seems to be noncanon, he never tells Bubby, Tommy, Benrey, anyone the truth of his existence. He is lying to them throughout the whole series under the pretense of 'not fucking up the ai' (said in the intro to the first stream) even when they begin to question their environment.

Then in HLAGE, he is clearly shown to care about the Gnome, but not enough to 'save' him. He still wants to complete the video game, he still wants to win, and even if he feels bad about it, he still goes through the motions of ending the challenge. The implication seems to be that he kinda views the Gnome as lesser/less tangible/less important than 'real' people and his affection doesn't really constitute viewing them as equals or worth putting in effort to save. Which seems to be an important trait, since based on the hl2vrai trailer it would seem he didn't come back for the science team like Coomer asked him to.

oh my god!!!!! this!!! this!!!!! he is basically the equivalent of a god to these AI, he controls their ability to think and exist, and he just. god, i dont know how to explain it. it makes me think of monika from ddlc maybe, how she's dependent on the player, and the players want to interact with her. she simply Does Not exist when you are not playing her game. and you, the player (and the equivalent of gordon/the guy playing hlvrai in this metaphor), obviously cannot play the game at all times and keep the dialogue going, but there is. a need to do so depending on your opinions on monika. once an AI becomes aware does it become human and have human needs?? coomer very much so seems to have become at least contextually "human", feeling pain when the game gets turned off, basically being a tamagotchi, etc etc.

but even then does humanity denote whether you deserve to be treated with care??? i have way too many thoughts about all of this.

i feel like gordon/the player probably would not take everything that the science team says seriously. i mean, going back to the ddlc metaphor, after playing the game (if you did), did you ever go back after you finished it? or did you end up getting the proper ending and deleting monika's files? did you do all the things you were supposed to, because yes, obviously it is just a game. monika is not actually a sentient AI and cannot feel. she is just code written that way. and maybe gordon thinks that that's as far as the science team's consciousness goes. it's just a game, they cannot ACTUALLY feel pain, they're just coded to act sentient, etc etc. gordon (probably) does not actually realize the level of sentience and feeling the science team has. maybe he does put them into some nice little game after hlvrai, but then again. He'd probably just never open the game again.

the gnome is probably a prime example of the way a human would react if they were left inside of a game, aware but not existing, and left alone for years. the science team was really fucking nice to gordon despite their awareness.

this post is about the fictional player/gordon. this is not about wayne. obvious point to make but i feel like somebody may get confused.

the mentions of ddlc are very affected by the fact that i played that game when i was WAY too young and felt so fucking bad about leaving monika alone, which lead to me playing the game almost daily for months and never deleting her file (partially due to me not actually knowing how to delete files but. the other reason is more important now.) i have autism and it makes me care VERY much about inanimate/nonhuman objects. i feel bad for the science team, okay.

basically, gordon is morally grey because Oh My God he's an awful person to these AI, but also wouldn't you do the same thing? wouldn't you just close the game thinking "oh yeah that's just how the characters are coded. lol they'll be fiiiine" and not have any second thoughts? and is gordon a bad person for doing that same thing with a modded half-life? yes and no.

hlvrai is the AI forgiving gordon for leaving them alone, hlage is the AI hating gordon for leaving them alone. and i think thats why the gnome has more presence in (the players) reality? like, the gnome wants gordon to know and feel exactly what he felt. whereas the science team, obviously excluding the coomer and benry boss fights, never really thought to HATE hate gordon. the science team is monika from ddlc and the gnome is AM from i have no mouth but i must scream. (this point also connects to an idea i have about haunted houses/homes. a haunted house is a house that hates you, a home is a house that loves you. barely connect but. it's a cool idea to add i guess??)

bleh. i cannot put all of these thoughts in order, and it's really hard to entirely explain what i mean. i hope this suffices??? thank you so much for the ask though. i really appreciate being able to talk about my interests with others lol. in conclusion, i really want to make character designs for the science team after they have been left to rot for a while in half-life. maybe they would grow mold or something.

(post that was mentioned at the start of the ask)

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[zezah-xiomara-citrine]

It's crazy to think about how HRT has improved my life and outlook so early on. I finally feel at home in my own body, and I have not even started to see real visual results yet. I am slowly starting to bud, I actually feel emotions outside of just anger and contempt. My mind is at peace with just being me for the first time in a decade.

I still have a ways to go. I'm unlearning some male tendencies that are not as nice as they should be. Or at least I hope I am. A lot of things to unpack from there. I did not know I was such a misogynist until really sitting down and thinking about how I responded to certain people. I'm still mean! But I'm learning how to temper my words and think before I just crush people now...

I can sit down and focus on what made me who I am today. The art and music and computing skills that I enjoyed as a youth. Everything seems so fresh and brand new again. I'm even taking time to play video games again, which I have not done regularly since my TF2 clan disbanded back in 2016.

I renewed my passion for movies and film. Animation and cinematography. I'm behind on my reading but I'm slowly getting back into the swing of that. Have to catch up on a few Halo books and such 😅

I feel pretty and soft and flowering. I realized that my past experiences trying to cope with being a male left some scars on me that I need to heal, but I think I have found people in my life who have already jump started that for me.

At first, I thought I had lost a lot of time. Like a huge part of my life was just cut out from not transitioning sooner. Now I understand that it's not about the times I missed out on, that was important for who I was. The times ahead are what makes me who I am and who I want to be now.

I was worried people would like me less now that I'm transitioning, but honestly I don't care anymore. I don't care about any of it. I have my peace and self-esteem back. I have my ambition and drive back. I have hope and community again. I'll take that any day over someone finding me "masculine and handsome".

For now on, I'm placing myself in a box of my construction. Far outside of whatever society and whatever anyone else had built for me.

I'm hoping if anyone else is debating experimenting with their gender identity, going on HRT or just making some form of change for themselves to just take the dive and do it. I think it has honestly saved my life and given me so much more willingness not to give up. In fact, it has made me more of a fighter than I was beforehand. And I'm super super thankful for it. I really am.

I'm in love with life, I am in love with myself, and I'm in love with the times yet to pass and the present time moving forward.

#hrt journey #hrt estrogen #hrt progress #transgender #trans #lgbtq #lgbt #nonbinary #hrt #transfem #girl goals #Zezah Xiomara Citrine

[mickedy]

1!

(1. A cartoon you remember that nobody else does.)

I would say "Popee the Performer" but it has a large enough circle of dedicated fans. I really enjoy Ryuji Masuda's other works though I feel like not enough PTP fans have checked out "Mr. Stain on Junk Alley" it's REALLY GOOD. It's got that surrealist feel of PTP, but it's less horror-esque and more bittersweet and heartfelt

There's so many other things I could say for this one, I spent such a huge amount of my childhood watching Blockbuster VHS tapes of the god damn weirdest cartoons ever. Do you know how many times I watched the film "Kimba the White Lion"? I was obsessed with that one.

Trying to think of one of these forgotten cartoons that I'd actually vouch for. Hmm. "The Little Mermaid" (1975) is really heartfelt and tragic and in some ways I prefer it to the Disney one.

(3. A cartoon you don’t like but everybody else seems to.)

*looks back and forth really quickly.* I watched Over the Garden Wall a couple years back and I thought it was kind of boring and disjointed. I feel like a lot of the plot threads didn't connect in a very satisfying way. I guess I can appreciate it artistically but I wouldn't say I particularly enjoyed myself while watching it. I've failed you cartoon siblings everywhere

I also don't really like Hazbin Hotel and I thought that it was kind of unanimously agreed to be not very good But it trends pretty often on here... I had to unfollow the aromantic tag because all I was seeing was that one character and it made me realize that I was sort of in the minority for not liking it 💁‍♀️ I didn't really like the pilot when it came out and knowing what we know now about Vivziepop I just don't see a reason to give the show a second chance

(4. A cartoon you wish would be forgotten.)

STOP WRITING NEW SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS EPISODES we don't need anymore spongebob okay. it's okay. Take my hand. no more spongebob it's alright it was a great show for 3 maybe 4 seasons. it should have ended with the first movie please stop wringing this poor sponge for all he's worth

(10. An animated character you hate the most, and why?)

I hate Rick Sanchez from Rick and Morty and if I talked about everything I hate about him and his asshole family and his stupid show I'd be here all day. I have particularly heated feelings about this entire cartoon, and I feel like Rick popularized the "nihilistic tragic asshole" archetype I hate so much

Message to all shows everywhere. Your tragic asshole will never be Bojack Horseman stop trying to be Bojack Horseman

(21. Something you would like to see more than anything in a cartoon.)

More cartoons that play with the format. More concepts like "Learning With Pibby". Video games seem to have nailed meta storytelling and I'd like to see it explored more in television (specifically cartoons because there's so much more you can do)

[evscribe]

Being a new addition to the ghouls’ polycule was definitely an experience. It was a relatively easy assimilation through friendship and what was now over a year spent knowing them all. It was rare to find Y/N in their own quarters so for Rain to find them shuffling out of Mountain’s room during early morning was no shock. Tour was sneaking up on them all and Y/N was taking up all the free time their partners’ had to offer. It was becoming more and more often Y/N and Rain would find each other in the wee hours when they both couldn’t seem to sleep. Rain’s dark eyes only briefly find theirs as they flop onto the couch in the shared space of the den. An almost dejected sigh leaves their lips as they curl into themself slightly.

“You’ve fucked up your sleep schedule bad, huh?” He comments knowingly, he only half heartedly tries to hide the knowing smirk on his face. A small nod of agreement from them was followed by a small frown.

“Cir, Sunny, and I stayed up until eight am playing video games a couple nights ago and that definitely made it worse, but it was completely wrecked before that.” They admitted. Y/N couldn’t keep eye contact with the ghoul out of shame. His hand came to rest on their thigh, his thumb rubbing their skin comfortingly.

“Sleep meds not working?”

“It’s still hit or miss right now while it’s getting back into my system regularly.” They explain with a sigh before they speak again, ”I hope it starts working before you guys leave.“

Rain’s chest started to ache at their admittance. It was hard to ignore the pain in their voice. This would be the first tour that the entire polycule would have a partner waiting for them back home at the Ministry and in Rain’s mind it was rather bittersweet. Mountain had talked about how he dealt with it when they were exclusive to him, but Rain was admittedly a little less independent.

”You can always crash in my room while we’re gone, if you want.“ He offers. A small smile cracks their face causing his heartbeat to pick up.

”I appreciate it. I don’t know if I will though.“ They admitted as their brows knitted for a second as if in contemplation. Rain couldn’t help but tilt his head at their words. “Any specific reason?“ He asks. A small sigh leaves Y/N before they rest their head on Rain’s shoulder.

”I think it may make me miss you more than I would in my own bed. When it was just me and Mountain tour was still a challenge, but now it’s even harder. I know Aeth will still be here now that he’s been reassigned, but that still leaves the rest of you guys to miss. Plus I think if I’m caught in the den without you all here I’ll catch hell.“ They admit

”When has that ever stopped you from coming to the den? I remember when you would sneak in here to convince me or Swiss to go on late night walks with you in the garden. I think you used to get caught in here once a week or more at one point“ Rain tells them with a fond smile on his face. Y/N lets out a chuckle at the memory followed by a playful roll of their eyes.

”There’s less incentive to risk it without you guys here.“ They explain. Rain nods, understandingly before speaking again.

”Well, the offer stands either way.“ He tells them before snaking his arm around their waist to pull them into his side. ”I appreciate it,“ Y/N tells him as they place a kiss on his cheek, before curling into him. ”I might borrow a hoodie while you’re gone since my bed will be so cold and empty.“ Their feign melodramatic tone making Rain laugh. He rested his head on theirs as he turned his attention back to the TV that had earlier served as white noise.

To Rain’s surprise it didn’t take long before their breathing slowed and they fell asleep cuddled into his side. He couldn’t help the warm feeling in his chest at the realization. Y/N rarely slept, much less slept well, so he couldn’t help but be a little elated at the thought of comforting his partner to this level. Only when the other ghouls started to wake and come out of their rooms did Rain speak again. First was Sunshine who per usual was a notoriously early riser. She went to greet Rain good morning before she was shushed by him.

”Y/N finally fell back asleep.“ He whispered to the ghoulette. Sunshine silently walked over to the couch where Rain and Y/N were, giving Rain a kiss and placing a soft one on Y/N head, before whispering a farewell and leaving the den. A similar pattern repeated when Sodo, Aether, and Cirrus woke up. Sodo and Aether both went about their business after a brief explanation of shushing, but Cirrus decided to cautiously settle on the couch beside Y/N, who only stirred for a second then buried their face in Rain’s chest causing Cirrus to let out a quiet ‘aww.’ Cirrus gently cuddled up to Y/N's sleeping figure making them let out a quiet content sound. Rain couldn’t help but admire the scene before him. Cirrus smiled at him lovingly before resting her head against Y/N. Rain once again turns his attention back to the TV only to soon after be pulled into the warm lulling pull of his partners

#rain x reader #mention of polyghouls #smidge of cirrus x reader #and sunshine x reader #idk what else to tag #pls have mercy #this is my first published ghost x reader fic #i'm out of practice #so pls forgive me for errors #rain ghoul x reader

[sang8262]

JP rambles: default outfit and character design edition

cause i asked about his character design and now I'M thinking about it, also im procrastinating so i have thoughts here goes

mostly about his default outfit, with a tiny bit about outfit 2 at the end. I already know this is going to be a needlessly long post lmao

TL;DR - JP is inspired by playing cards, bartitsu, and vampires/bats. he's a poker faced gentleman through n through

~~also minor spoiler warning for World Tour things, such as having JP as a Master and getting to max level skills/ bond with him~~

This is a safe space and I will be HONEST: I didn't like his default look a lot at first, but I've since warmed up to it!! I still use his outfit 2 (color 10) online tho. I speed ran World Tour for that, I have suffered, and I WILL enjoy it.

Anyway, it was once I realized he has thematic ties to playing cards that really made his default design make sense to me. First, some proof that he takes inspiration from playing cards to begin with.

Once you get Master Skill level in World Tour mode, everyone gets a little cutscene movie featuring their skills, archetypes/ titles, and ends with a quote commemorating your achievements as their student.

JP's starts off like this, with a bunch of playing cards with his name on them falling down the screen:

(also, btw, where we get more of that bat imagery, but i'll get back to that later)

This is what made it click for me and made it really obvious why his name is stylized the way it is, using the font it uses. His name reads the same way right side up as it is upside down, and looks very much like how the values are printed on these cards.

Then, the video includes several 'titles' for each character. Some of these get used in other promotional material too, but JP's are as follows:

King of No Country

High-Rolling Pretender

Gentlemanly Tyrant

In which, again, the poker/ gambling references show up with the phrase "high-rolling", or "king" of no country.

And final proof, is that each Master in World Tour can be given gifts that they will react to in unique ways, and also receive extra bond points for. Sometimes they're things the character likes, or really hates: it's just what gets an interesting reaction out of them.

JP (unfortunately) only has one such gift item he has special dialogue for: antique playing cards.

Although his reaction to them are... less than positive (he literally calls them 'trash'), he also points out how old cards can't be used to play actual games, as it is against the rules.

Within the game's universe, it shows that he cares, or at least knows enough about cards to even have these notable responses to them. Considering it outside the game, the devs specifically decided to make his special World Tour gift a set of Antique Playing Cards, instead of any other item. They wanted to make this connection between him and cards for a reason.

So to me, I think this is a lot of evidence that shows a clear and intentional relationship between JP's character design and playing cards.

In retrospect, I honestly think he does look like the face cards quite a bit lmao. The white hair and beard + mustache, the cravat, the colors too (really strong orange/ red, paired with gold and that bit of marble on his cane), and the cane paralleling a scepter/ sword.

Speaking of, more about the cane: the devs had an interview answering fan questions, and at one point they explain the inspiration for JP. I'll link the video here with the timestamp for this question:

https://youtu.be/ORw3_BK7o70?t=146

But basically they say they wanted to have a character use a cane, and cites bartitsu/ Sherlock Holmes as well. So, even if they worked backwards from 'cane', all the way to 'gentlemanly tyrant who likes chess puzzles and launders money through fighting game tournaments', I think they made it work well with the playing cards aesthetic too!

Finally, I'll go back to the bat imagery that I think is pretty interesting.

Parts of his design subtly incorporate bats, such as his brooch on the default costume:

And more directly in his alt costume 2, seen on his buttons and coat pattern:

And I have to imagine the brooch on his default outfit is somewhat invoking of a bat (with wings and large ears) because of his WT skill Mastery video having a giant BAT in the middle of the screen. I also thought it might be in reference to the Shadaloo organization symbol, which is a skull with wings.

Then even further from the comics, Kalima-- his assistant while organizing the fighting tournament in Nayshall-- warns Luke that JP is like a "vampire who will suck this country dry". The vampire analogy just works so beautifully with how he works as a criminal, not to mention the other aesthetic associations with it.

All in all, I really REALLY love JP's personality and whole modus operandi as a character and villain so greatly in his design. I definitely also feel that his outfit 2 isn't nearly as symbolism laden as his default one, but I am a sucker for formal wear and suits, so I am just, in love. Plus the subtler nods to his bat/vampire-ness is there, if only very minimally.

Edit: noticing this as I literally posted this AH. But also on the playing cards from his WT skill video, it has two different faces, it has both the Jack (or possibly King...) and the Joker:

It continues to add to his duality/ hidden true nature/ deceiver type character so much, it's perfect. And of course, with his name, or pseudonyms starting with "J". So either Jack or Joker works perfectly. I mean literally, he isn't the king of any country... but he'll still bring it to ruin all the same.

Edit #2: omg i keep remembering things i meant to add thank you adhd very cool

BUT, in the original Japanese version of the Mastery skill video, his titles are SLIGHTLY DIFFERENT. As is the Korean translation, which is a more direct translation of the Japanese one than the English is.

'So "King of No Country" was originally also: "No-Life King of a Ruined Country"

And turns out, doing some good ol' googling, that 'no-life king' has some established meanings to it:

Basically, it's related to other media including vampires, undead, monsters, so I'm guessing 'no-life' is closer in meaning to 'immortal', having no natural lifespan rather.

So yeah, even more references to vampirism for ya

but aNYWAY,, Thanks for reading my silly observations!!

I think I got pretty much everything but if there's anything I didn't mention or something to add please please do, I love reading replies and the tags (this site's so much better for this kinda stuff lmao)

#jp rambles #sf6 jp #jp refs #i wont apologize for analyzing my favorite characters so much and i wont apologize that it's a long rant i totally wont #but sorry it's so long #and i have to keep adding edits cause i forget so easily aaaaa

[majintails]

In correlation with the previous reblog

Well, might as well cave in and clarify what I meant. Basically I am making ROM Hacks of Sonic 1 and 2, editing things to be more like my canon, fully playable and all. I also intend on eventually changing the level design, more or less just to have something additional to make it worth playing. Well, I've been describing my memories and experiences here, so I figured I would just straight up show others it at this point, let alone having something playable, as I realized I have the ability to well...do this.

Funny thing about this, my sources are pretty much mixed from almost everything, with the games being the closest to my canon or the most "dominant" of them. But nothing is perfect; from what I understand it's basically what this world might call some alternate universe or different continuity or whatever (nothing in fanon that I know of resembles it either). Aside from the usual fictionkin stuff of plenty of us having significant differences from the official sources or being from an unknown source, thus basically being the first time anyone's heard of that canon, that raises an interesting tidbit about what I'm doing here: Under a technicality, I made my own source, since this is essentially modding to make things like how they were in my canon, thus you could say these are "MajinTails Canon" video games.

But anyway...guess some of you want screenshots.

I'm actually most of the way there with regards to how things looked. I know, we didn't look all that different from SEGA's canon - my fur's more vibrant, sonic has a slight purple tint, and Eggman's just fleshier, but some of these places probably look a little bit jarring if you're used to how they typically look, at least first glance. Also yes, Sonic 2 has the rainbow super sonic I talked about sometime back.

I did a little breakaway with Marble Zone, since at day it looks pretty much the same as how it's typically depicted and I thought it'd be weird to have this one virtually unchanged location, so I based the edit loosely off that memory I have of visiting it at night. TBH some would of likely wanted to see that there anyway.

This definitely brings some peace of mind though, seeing how these places and my canonmates looked again let alone play it is very satisfying. It also helps since now there's some kind of tangible, physical detail of my canon rather than just my descriptions and memories, and what with me having to retrieve them to do this. If I ever find a canonmate I'll make sure to show them these hacks, that'll probably be a pleasant surprise.

#fictionkin #sonic kin #sonickin #tailskin #miles prower kin #miles tails prower kin #tails kin #tails the fox kin #sonic the hedgehog kin

[marshallpupfan]

Marshall Merchandise Update!

In my last update, I said it was unlikely that I'd be adding any more Mighty Movie merchandise to my collection, as I figured I'd found just about everything of Marshall. As it turns out... I WAS WRONG.

I've got five items to show off this time, and all but one of them involves merchandise from The Mighty Movie. I underestimated just how much they were going to make for their theatrical sequel. 😅

First off, this plush + blanket! Much like the last one I purchased, this also came from QVC. I think it's exclusive to them, but I'm not 100% sure. Either way, as soon as a friend showed me one, I knew I had to have it! However, I haven't unrolled the blanket yet, but just so you all can see what it looks like, I provided a screenshot from the video on their website. It's quite nice! Hey, what better way to stay warm than with a pup who's coming in hot! 🔥

Next, the "Meteor Mayhem" board game. Sadly, I doubt I'll get to play this with anyone, but of course, you can all imagine the real reason I purchased it. To be honest, when I first heard about this, I thought that unique Marshall wind-up toy would be rather small, but it's actually much bigger than I expected! I haven't removed it from the packaging yet, but I'm not sure if I'll keep it in there or try to display the whole thing. Also...

Is it just me, or are the designs for the pup here a little different? They look more like their TV counterparts than that from the theatrical film. Hey, we've got an episode of the TV series coming up soon, and it's based on Mighty Pups... you don't suppose this is what they'll look like in it, do you? I guess we'll find out soon enough!

Next, these mini-figurines! I found them at a store that I didn't expect to have Mighty Movie merchandise, so I was quick to pick it up. However, after purchasing it and exiting the store, I suddenly realized I might already own this figurine of Marshall. Once I got home, I quickly discovered that...

...yeah, I kinda do. The one on the right came from that mystery box, which I purchased a few months back. However, it has more colors, so I guess that technically makes it kind of different. Do I consider this another new addition to my collection or not? Ah well, I'll find a spot for it somewhere. lol

Hey, look at what finally showed up at a Burger King near me! And to think, it only took a whole month for Indiana to get some! Admittedly, when I seen pictures of this last month, I thought Marshall's toy would be rather small, like those mini-figurines. Turns out, it's about three or four inches tall! It's kind of a shame that the outfit is just one solid color, but... hey, I still like it! Oh yeah, there's a little switch on his left hind leg that makes his fireball light up and blink. Neat!

Last, this... uh-oh... a mystery box. H'oh boy, I was not expecting to stumble upon this today, and at a Menards, no less.

So... yeah, there are new mystery boxes on the market again. This time, they contain Hallmark Christmas ornaments. Actually, I believe these have been around since last year, but at the time, they were only sold as a set (I think). I wasn't able to get one then, so I'm glad to see they're now being sold individually! Of course, the caveat here is that, until you open the container, you'll never know who's inside. That certainly presents a problem to someone who's just looking for one particular pup.

However...

Much like those Mash'em toys, they made yet another critical error with these containers; there are very small holes on both the top and bottom. Once again, if I shine my phone's flashlight at just the right spots, I can just make out a color or two on the inside. And with a little patience, I spotted some red and...

Well, you can imagine where this is going. :)

Yup! I got the exact pup I was looking for! Yay for cheating the system! Should I feel guilty about this or not? lol

Being a Hallmark ornament, it's of course really nice. And really cute, too! I wish his little paw pads had been colored in (real talk; pink paw pads are legit adorable), but hey, I still really like it anyway! Wow, I did not expect to be going home with this one today!

Well, that's it for now! Currently, I've got a three more items coming in the mail, although they'll take a while to arrive because they're coming from overseas! Soon enough, I'll get to add a few more imported Marshall items to my collection again! And the only reason I got them at all was because, much to my amazement, both the items and the shipping were cheap! Like, $3 for both, surprisingly. They're small, but hey, I can't wait to add 'em to my collection! :)

#PAW Patrol #PAWPatrol #Marshall #Marshall Paw Patrol #MarshallPawPatrol #Paw Patrol Marshall #PawPatrolMarshall #PAW Patrol The Mighty Movie #PAWPatrolTheMightyMovie #The Mighty Movie #TheMightyMovie #PAW Patrol: The Mighty Movie

[cosmonaughtt]

I think, part of the reason I’m quite ecstatic about the Hermitcraft & Empires crossover (The Great Crossover Event) is that... 

It was planned and followed through.

Also this ramble got long so there is a readmore LOL (￣ ‘i ￣;)

And this little ramble here isn’t a slight against any creator at all, but I first got re-involved with MCYT content with the DreamSMP. I think that using Minecraft as a medium for storytelling is super unique and underrated; there’s a bit of a juvenile energy to it as it’s a kids game, but also as a game with infinite possibilities and worlds it really has no bounds.

What DSMP did in 2020-2021 was amazing. I think that they had such great potential with storytelling and used it without even realizing what they were doing, especially in the early days. One of the reasons I fell out of it (as I’m sure everyone has) is that, for the most part, they aren’t really that organized as they maybe used to be.

And I get it. Life happens, and you lose inspiration for stories, and with COVID-19 NOT ENDING BUT EVERYONE THINKING IT IS OVER ENOUGH TO MOVE ONTO OTHER VENTURES, I’ve been there before. Well, maybe not the last part. I still wear mask everywhere I go. 

I can’t help but say that the disappointment of ccs losing interest in the DSMP storyline doesn’t hurt in a way. Call me parasocial for it all you want; but if your favorite book series or movie trilogy never had that final movie come out, or your favorite TV show never had that last season to tie up all the loose ends, you’d be dissapointed too, right? Again, this isn’t a slight against the individual ccs, just at circumstances around it.

But in come Hermitcraft and Empires; Hermitcraft was a series on my radar for years but I’ve always been intimidated by the long episode counts (except for season 8 now lmao) to ever get invested into it, but when Empires S1 came out i was hooked. People using Minecraft to tell stories! And it’s good!!!! 

There’s a sort of similar energy from early Empires episodes to early DSMP lore; none of it feels completely planned out. I can’t speak for creators of course, but it feels like both SMPs didn’t intend to get as story-based or lore-heavy as they ended up getting, but they got, eh, lost in ze sauce, as one of my friends would say. They embraced it, and it just so happened that Empires, because it was strictly MINECRAFT creators and not a mix of different types of streamers who also play Minecraft, it was able to keep that storyline to the end. And with Hermitcraft, while some people joke it’s got lore-phobic people on the server who just wanna play minecraft, after the ending of Season 8? Yeah, right, buddy.

When there started to be little pieces & foreshadowing in episodes, I got really excited, but kept my expectations low. Maybe as a response to DSMP CCs, maybe as a I get too overexcited over little things and I don’t wanna over-hype myself, if it doesn’t happen I’ll just make fanfic for it lmao type of thought. 

But they didn’t!

They actually went through with it! It’ll be a little mini-arc! They’d been planning it for more than four months, according to fWhip’s video. It’s one of the biggest crossover events in Minecraft history, and it is so cool to see these (grown-ass adults /affectionate) MCYT creators invest so heavily into storylines and “roleplay”. I think for a lot of popular storytellers, like directors or writers of different shows/movies/novels/etc, have become dissatisfied with how late capitalistic society has made “storytelling” synonymous with the dreaded word “content”; its so rare to find a unique work out there nowadays that isn’t just a remake of something else or relies on “meta” storytelling to be funny and original that it just oversells itself and becomes dull in the process (ahem Velma ahem). 

But as silly as it is, these MCYTs are putting their all into roleplaying as lil’ block people in a fantasy world. Even less roleplay-heavy creators are finding their places in the storytelling, and idk I can’t help but be appreciative and awed at the fact that they planned something and it actually went through for once.

#hermitcraft #empires #empires smp #hermitcraft season 9 #The Great Crossover Event #dreamsmp #the stars speak #this whole crossover has just made me really happy yall

[griseldabanks]

I'd like to introduce you to the main characters of my dragon rider story, The Ambassadors, and I decided a nice, low-effort way of doing so would be with the OC bingo I made a while back.

For starters, meet Shard, the protagonist and sole POV character of the story:

His name has secret significance: Waaaaay back in the day, my brother and I started to develop the concept for a video game. It was a fantasy game, basically a Zelda clone, where you would play as a young man named Shard who would go on a quest of some sort. I don't remember much of it, especially considering we never got very far with it before we realized we were, like, ten and had no idea how to make a good video game. So we scrapped it, but I kept the name Shard and tucked it in my back pocket to use for another fantasy protagonist sometime. The fairly traditional fantasy setting of this story seemed like the perfect opportunity to put the name to use.

I am so sorry, my child: All this poor kid wants to do is live a calm, peaceful life like a normal person, but I dropped the Plot on him, ripped him away from his comfortable life, and threw him way out of his comfort zone. Worst of all, though, I put him in situations where he has to deal with trauma and anger issues that were never a problem before, to the point where he loses hope and almost takes his own life T_T

I would love fanart of him: Once upon a time, someone did make fanart of him, and it was the most amazing thing ever <3 Unfortunately, due to some worldbuilding changes I've made since then, it's no longer quite accurate, so I'd need new art made anyway. But I would be thrilled.

I would want to be his friend irl: Shard would make such a good friend, guys. Kind, thoughtful, happy to let others talk and just listen, strong moral compass. Due to the events of the story, he has both a reawakening of his childlike wonder and playfulness, as well as a growing confidence and assertiveness when the chips are down. He ends up as a quiet kind of leader - the kind who listens to everyone's input and assigns tasks to people based on their strengths.

Made specifically for a relationship: I mean...the whole point of this story was "a dragon rider story, but done right." So yeah, Shard was created to be a dragon rider, which meant he was made to be in relationship with a dragon from day one. I don't know that I consciously did this, but the way his dragon's personality developed certainly informed his own character development, because they needed to be foils for each other.

Vital to the plot: He's literally the protagonist, so yeah.

I can see so much of myself in him: As I said a while ago, there aren't a whole lot of fantasy protagonists as quiet and mild as Shard. At least, not in fantasy that's more or less centered around adventures and quests and battles and things. Shard is mostly reactive, running away from danger rather than towards it, with no desire to get involved in any greater adventure beyond simply keeping himself and his dragon safe. Eventually, he can't just sit back any longer, and he does get involved in the epic climactic battle for the fate of the world, but if he had his way, he would just settle down somewhere quiet, away from any sort of excitement. Fantasy protagonists tend to be much more attention-grabbing than that, but Shard is much more like me. So I guess it's no wonder that I naturally began to write him that way. Even the trouble he has with anger later on in the story is a sort of mirror of my own fear. One reason I'm mild-mannered myself is that I fear the consequences of letting anger get away with me.

Could be the protagonist of his own story: And he is! XD

I love him, Your Honor: I really do. Not just because he's a lot like me, or because I get to vicariously live out a lot of my dragon-related dreams through him. He's also the character who has most violently and abruptly wrested control away from me while I was writing him. There's one scene where it was like he came alive and started doing things I hadn't even thought of, and all I could do was watch. His actions helped reveal the main theme of the story, but I hardly feel like I was the one to write them. That never happens with me, so I would treasure him as a character for this reason only, even if none of the other reasons were true.

He gets so much page-time: Again, he's the protagonist and only POV character. He's on every page.

Free space: Can I gush about Shard's armor and sword? The human Ambassadors (the dragon riders) each have a suit of scale mail in a color that matches that of their dragon. Shard's is black, so he cuts a striking figure when he goes into battle. The hilt of his sword is shaped to look like a dragon, with the head lying on the flat of the blade, the wings forming the crossguard, and the tail curled around the pommel. In my mind's eye, it looks sick <3

#oc bingo #the ambassadors #shard #aw no bingo for him :( #i was going to circle 'holds gently' #but then i remembered that i more or less drop-kick him off a cliff in terms of the plot so maybe that's not exactly accurate XD