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ohnoanalien · 8 months

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STOP MAKING ME RETURN TO TUMBLR TO WRITE THINGS

Anyway @lunar-wandering has some great ideas and I'm absolutely spoiled by the LMK/JTTW community. I love his posts about Macaque and losing control of his powers when he gets emotional, so I tried to combine "Macaque loses control when he gets flustered" and "it's very cute when Macaque is treated like a king". This is post beach stuff-- I hope you enjoy, and good luck with college! Call this a congrats gift!

"Ummm...not that I'm ungrateful that you made this, it's just--"

"The eggs are plant-based! I know you're vegan now, idiot. Your little one-sided biography's been hanging around since the 16th century."

It’s strange, Macaque thought, how the light worked. He could alter every spotlight, walk under the brightest beam of sunlight, and yet no glow compared to the great centerpiece that casually sat across the kitchen table. He would constantly blind the three realms with his confidence and booming voice.

And oh, how he pampered and spoiled his own shadow nowadays.

He was always in the spotlight, over-protective over every little bump in the road. Grooming tattered fur after he returned from training with his successor. Reminding his old rival to eat and drink after dragging himself across the three realms, nearly skin and bones under his captor’s bidding.

All services fit for a king. The least he could do is return the favor. Sometimes.

"You tweaked breakfast for me? That's...thanks, I guess." Wukong looked down at his plate with a kind smile.

"Don't mention it." Macaque grumbled between bites. The shadow demon pressed a paw to his speeding heart, checking the reflection of the window to see if it wasn't fluttering as badly as his six ears.

His very visible, unglamored ears.

Before the Monkey King could look up, he bundled his scarf over his head.

"Everything okay, bud?" He leaned in closer, curiously searching his partner.

"Uhhhh." Macaque said eloquently, leaning as far back in his chair as he could go. “I’m just…a little cold’s all.”

Bad move. The Monkey King’s brow furrowed, absent-mindedly scratching an icy streak in his fur. He could practically hear the great sage’s mind turn, counting the number of blankets they had in their little temple. “How cold?”

Shit. Shit shit shit! If he left now to fix his stupid ears he'd just look suspicious either way. He scrambled for his own fork, ready to down his meal in three bites and make a run for it.

Taking it as a big, neon ‘do not touch sign’, Wukong sighed heavily. “Just…let me know if you change your mind, okay?”

The other only grunted, waving a paw of approval.

"To be honest, I didn't think we could pick up where we left off." The Monkey King hummed thoughtfully, gaze and mind drifting elsewhere.

"Mhm." Macaque reached for his mug-- freezing in place as a patch of thick white fur crawled up his arm. He quickly stuffed his paws in his lap, sewing on a slapdash glamor. All while the great sage continued his heartfelt speech, not noticing the struggle a foot or so away.

"--ut I think we're really getting better at it. At us, I mean. So what I'm trying to say is, maybe we should talk about…” He looked up, blinking in surprise at the way Macaque dropped his fork, elbows shoved in his lap, teeth clenched through a nervous grin.

“Hey, Mihou? Are you a hundred-and-ten-percent sure you’re okay? You seem, I dunno, distracted?" A peach-furred tail slapped the floorboards.

"Just got a lot on my mind! I'm listening. Promise." Macaque lilted.

"Sure, I gotcha. But if something's wrong--"

"Nothing's wrong!" He waved freshly glamored paws. Nonetheless, the king’s brow weighed with worry, eyes trailing to his old friend’s torso and back again. Apologies would just have to come later. "Just...ignore me. Keep going."

"Fine, fine. Whatever you say. So where was I– Oh, yeah!"

A sigh of relief passed the shadow demon’s lips. And while Wukong chatted away into his teacup, the breath of fresh air was short-lived as Macaque's eyes turned a deep purple.

"--dual mentorship might be a good idea too?"

"Y'don't say." The shadow demon stared very intently at his eggs, head bowed. His snow-furred tail lashed frantically, slipping itself down his pant leg before it could knock something over.

"--t's a big step, but I trust you enough now to--"

Wukong looked up, and Macaque scrambled to hide his face behind his own cup– choking on his tea when longer, sharper fangs clinked against ceramic.

"Mac?" Sun Wukong's head snapped up just as he straightened himself, grin threatening to tear his muzzle apart at the ends behind a paw. "You’re not getting sick, are you?"

"Listening!" His partner wheezed out. He tried not to panic as the glamor that coated his hands nearly popped like snowy balloons. "I'm-- kaff kaff-- I'm listening."

"...Uhhhh sooo...in short..." the Monkey King drawled, ever-so-slowly turning back to his breakfast.

A close call. Macaque bit back a gasp as the table suddenly met his chest, shrinking just a smidge taller than the average macaque– edge prodding his stomach on the way down. A new coughing fit blossomed, barriers completely broken. The second Wukong looked up, his old rival had vanished altogether.

"Mac?" The sage called, standing up to scan the shadier corners of the room.

"Just-- koff-- just dropped something!" Macaque answered from under the table, still trying to get. His illusions. Under control.

He wasn't sure what he expected. Call it bad luck or a bad omen, he desperately pulled at strings of magic, growing three feet too tall before shrinking again. He hit his head on the wooden surface with a loud bang, dishes clinking from the force.

He could practically hear the unimpressed expression on his partner’s face as he lowered himself. "Oh come on, don't be like that! We both know you're never going to talk unless I...I..."

He didn't need much light to see the X-shaped chunk of a scar that carved through a single, dead eye. Frozen in time, Wukong was unable to stop the shadow weaver from melting into the ground.

On one hand, portaling was the fastest and easiest way to escape any situation. A battle, a theft, a social conversation-- any setting could be an exit when sunlight hit the room just right. On the other hand, Macaque was not informed that his glamors weren't the only defective power in his arsenal. The shadow demon aimed for his old, abandoned dojo. Instead, the demon yelped as he caught on a flurry of branches, falling from the shadowy canopy of a familiar peach tree. Morning sunshine peeked from the rustling leaves. Peppered by flora and pale sand, he felt a stone paw wipe away at his eyes. And when the fog cleared, he was met with another pair that hovered above him, blinking back gold vision.

“Soooo…” The Monkey King drawled, “any reason you’re glitching worse than MK after a bad Monkey Cop binge?”

Macaque didn’t bother to grace him with an answer. Instead he pushed himself upright, face twisting at the fur coat he just groomed.

"Ugh, I look like a wreck." He grumbled.

"Don't sell yourself short." Sadness turned to hope, cupping Macaque's cheeks with his palms. "I, for one, think you look very handsome."

Mihou rolled his eyes, ready to pull away, when Wukong twirled him back into his arms.

"I'm serious." He bent down to kiss the nape of his partner's neck, "I love your beautiful ears. Your silver fur."

"Yeah, sure." Macaque snickered, "Come spring, all the fair maidens in your kingdom would swoon for a guy with fur that looks like dry bones."

"Well I certainly did."

Four simple words sent a shiver up Macaque's spine. The last glamor crumbled to nothing, and he hurried to bury his face in his partner's chest. For a moment, the pair stood completely silent.

Finally, Macaque took a shaky breath, mumbling into leather and silk.

"Pardon?" His king raised an eyebrow, "Something you want to share with the class?"

Six ears pinned back. Teasing turned soft and gentle, and Wukong began to rock the both of them into a soothing rhythm. "Don't sweat it. Take all the time you need, okay?"

A groan traveled down Macaque’s knotted stomach, "I said I...ugh..."

"You...?"

"I just. Agh, this sucks!" Just for a brief moment, Liu’er Mihou raised his head, namesakes revealing brilliant hues that flashed to his emotions.

A realization pierced The Monkey King through the heart, and he swore that he felt feverish. His flush nearly matched the shadow that latched to his waist. "...Oh."

Macaque stared openly.

"...What?" Wukong asked.

"That's it?"

"For gods' sake-- what do you mean that's it?"

Swearing to every level of Diyu, Macaque squirmed out of his arms and towards the waves. "You read me like a goddamn book--"

"'Oh'! It's one word! What do you want, a poem?!"

"--I spent all night learning to make that disgusting, watery abomination of an egg recipe--"

"Hey! Don't diss the diet! It's pretty good when you stick with it for a couple centuries!"

"--And I'm stuck with this stupid mess of a body--" A gnarled root caught Macaque's leg, and he fought to untangle himself with all the strength of an adult-sized monkey. "and it's all-- ugh!-- thanks to you and your stupid eyes– Oof!" He fell to the floor in a heap, sending a cloud of sand flying.

Wukong blinked. "What was that?"

Macaque’s blush dusted the tips of his ears as he ripped the root from his ankle, mussed fur fluffing up with rage. "I said I love your eyes!"

He threw up his hands, exasperated. "I love your stupid, goofy grin! I love it when you laugh so hard you light up a room! I love it when you wear those– those ugly Hawaiian shirts! I love it when you leave them unbuttoned! I love how much you've changed! Sometimes I even love how much you've changed me! And I want you to say literally anything else because now you know I'm in love with you!"

Heaving gasps slowed to a stop. The shadow demon swore that Wukong had reverted back to stone. Slowly, carefully, he unclenched himself. He took one step. Then another. Bending down, Macaque could see Wukong's eyes sharpen, studying every crack and tear in his partner's face.

Macaque swallowed. "Whatever. It's not important. Forget I said any--"

His thoughts-- and breath-- were stolen from him with a pull of the collar. Warm lips connected, the sage’s feather light and gentle.

Nope, not a chance. Macaque didn't pour his heart out just to get a few drops. He wrapped his arms around his king's neck, deepening the kiss-- and sending them tumbling to the floor. For a brief moment, the pair stared at each other, wide eyed and stunned. Macaque's shadowy body hovered over the Monkey King. Splayed against foam that lapped at their side, dazed and panting for air.

Macaque snorted.

Wukong giggled.

Their laughing fit traveled through the ocean breeze.

"Well well well!" Macaque's head rested on his palms, spread flat against his chest. His tail swayed in the air, grown fangs flashing. "I didn't take you for the shy type."

"Ugh, no fair! You cheated." The sage pouted, "I can't help it if all your glamors are dropped. Next time you kiss a goddess, you tell me how it goes!"

It only took three-and-a-half seconds for the walking, talking deity to realize his mistake. Annoyance faded into embarrassment, eyes widening and fur fluffing. “Oh no.”

"Let’s see." His partner smirked, twirling a patch of golden fur around his claw. "How did it feel to kiss a goddess?"

He hummed a contemplative note, as if he were tasting the words in his mouth before speaking. "Eight out of ten."

Wukong bolted up so fast he nearly knocked Macaque off his perch, "Round two."

Macaque bit back a chuckle, "Peaches."

"I should have broken that scale, Mac! I'm a twelve at LEAST."

#@lunar wandering #lego monkie kid #lmk #fanfiction #lmk macaque #lmk monkey king #shadowpeach

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wilchur · 16 days

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How many references of the same damn character can I make before I get bored?

Yes.

Some design and related rambles below because I'm in A Mood

There's uhh, selfharm mentions in there on top of the typical Durge shit. Just in case anyone needs a heads up.

I keep tweaking his design every time I draw him, but I think I'm decently happy with it now? It's mainly the burn scar that has been annoying me because I both want it to unique but still somewhat fit the game texture..

I wish I knew how to mess with texture maps to make him custom ones so that all the scars in game match The Lore, but ughh learning that is way too much work.

The scar run down so far:

THE BURN SCAR is a souvenir from Cania. It covers almost the entire upper left half of his body, but on his arm it ends abruptly at the elbow because the explosion that caused it took off his whole forearm so the limb is "brand new" and therefore, scarless.

Yes, he can regrow limbs like an axolotl. However here, I think healing magic was involved too. Just because of how extensive the damage was. I'm imagining his forearm blown off and what's left of his arm charred nearly to the bone. Same with his face, his cheek was definitely gone. An absolutely terrifying image and one that's for sure seared into Gortash's brain forever.

THE VIVISECTION SCAR is Kressa's work of course, but its shape is pretty atypical for how most of the fandom does Durge's scars. The arms of the Y incision don't extend towards his shoulders and go underneath his pectorals instead. It's mostly because his organs have fuck all to do with the tadpole Kressa was studying so I headcanon those experiments to have been done purely for sexual gratification, not scientific at all. Which makes cracking open his ribcage feel like too much of a hassle to me, she can still get in there for a rummage through his stomach after all.

THE SMALL STOMACH AND CHEST SCARS are all stab wounds. I like to think they would've healed fully long ago, but Ezra subconsciously keeps that from happening because they're like mementos to him. It was... a religious/masochism thing between him and Helena. A tad messed up, but he liked her a lot okay.

THE THIGH SCARS are self inflicted. Some are cuts, some poor, frenzied attempts at flaying the skin off to maximise the pain. They start to fade and heal post tadpole because he forgot about the habit thanks to the orinbotomy, but he used to pretty much selfharm his emotions away. Sad? Pain. Affectionate? Pain. Guilty? Nothing some more pain can't fix! It started in his youth when selfharm was his only way to get some clarity of mind when the Urge started to muddy his thoughts and it escalated from there to using it for everything.

THE HAND SCAR is also of the self inflicted kind, but that one is really old. He was around 12 when he stabbed his hand out of fear that if he didn't use the knife he was given to hurt himself, he was going to cause harm to someone else. It was pretty soon after killing his foster parents so the panic was understandable, got him banned from the kitchen for years tho. The scar never faded completely because he was really weak and sickly as a kid due to not feeding the Urge, which messed with his healing abilities (amongst other things) making it stick.

THE HEART SCAR is an another old one. It's from the wound he was killed with when he transformed into the Slayer for the first time. It's symbolic and one of those scars that don't heal because he doesn't want them to. It marks the death of the person he was before Bhaal and serves as a reminder of that whole event. The paladin who killed him (a close friend and mentor actually so that's fun) ran him straight through with a sword so there's a matching scar on his back too.

Those have all pretty much always been there and the only change is the lore of the stab wound scars, though. I just felt like talking about them because I like giving those things A Story.

And since I'm already babbling, I also added some stuff!

He didn't use to have his nails painted post nautiloid, but I had the bright idea of Shadowheart seeing the remnants of chipped off nail polish and because of that offering to do them for him at some point. Probably not until act 3 when they finally reach civilization, but still!

I once mentioned in passing that he collects rings and never implemented that into his design, but here it is now! It's mostly a case of him feeling like he should wear a ring out of habit and ending up going a bit ham with it.

Old wedding band mark :) only sticks around for a bit post nautiloid and eventually disappears, but I still included it anyway for the angst. You understand.

One day I'll do a proper colour reference and decent art of his clothing to go with it, but this will do for now. I just love him so much, he can fit so much lore on him and it's driving me a bit crazy. My beloved hairy bastard man.

#it's the last one I swear #bg3:ezra #not putting in the main tag because ive seen shit and don't trust yall anymore sorry #my art

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oiblackestsheep · 15 days

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Letters to MBTI: ENTP

Dear ENTPs,

Man, oh, man, if I could choose to be another type, you better believe it would be you guys! It's not much of a stretch with me being an INTP, but still, your Ne-Ti combo packs quite the punch that I've always admired.

So quick to think on your feet, you come up with novel ideas like you just happened to find them in your back pocket like a lost dollar, or something. Not to mention that they aren't just nonsense ideas, most of the time, they work and make so much sense right off the bat. Sure, they might need a little tweaking to optimize them, but for flying by the seat of your pants 24/7, your unique ideas/solutions to problems never cease to amaze me with how functional they are, even in their infancy.

Not to mention that when you find your confidence, you really wear your thoughts and ideas on your sleeve for the world to see, and you're so unbothered by criticisms. If they're valid criticisms, you'll acknowledge and address them, but you don't take it personally or let it get you down, and it's such an admirable trait of yours! You can be so good at being unequivocally yourself, even if you tend to go against the grain. Sometimes especially if you go against the grain.

You're one of my favorite types to joke with, since you're almost always down the play. Anything random or zany I can think of, you can match my energy instantly and the synergy of our combined humor always leaves me feeling more uplifted than I was before.

Your tertiary Fe makes an appearance every now and then when you find little ways to show that you pay attention to your friends' wants/needs. You are considerate and care about other people more than everyone else thinks you do, partially because your reputation of being a jokester sometimes precedes you, and also partially because you seem just a little reluctant to let that side of you show too much.

I've seen you do or say something very thoughtful and sweet, but play it off as not a big deal, or like you didn't really even mean it to be emotional or mushy, and try to move on from it quickly until its forgotten by everyone. I'm not sure if it's because you're embarrassed, uncomfortable with deep feelings, or you genuinely don't recognize the emotional depth you possess, or all of that and more, but let me say this:

Your hidden sensitivity and discretion for others is a welcome facet of your personality. It balances out your witty, untouchable persona that you can sometimes assume because it shows that ultimately, underneath the jokes, the brain-storming/think-tanking, the never-ending debating and problem-solving, you do it all with a kind heart and good intentions for all the people around you.

Personally, I wouldn't mind seeing more of that side of you, but I also realize that it's not your preferred way of interacting with the world around you. If it was, then you wouldn't be an ENTP, would you?

I'd give you advice like "clean your room", or "finish the project you're working on before moving on to the next one", but I don't really think that's necessary. Your mind covers so much ground from day-to-day, that I'm sure you've already considered that stuff. You might have concluded that you could do those things, but you don't need to because you're already functioning well enough with your own methods to your madness. And you'd probably be right! I mean, hey, I'm an INTP, I can relate, you're preaching to the choir. Why fix something that isn't broken, right?

Well, from one xNTP to another, nothing might be broken, but maybe what we really need is the push to acknowledge that while we are doing fine the way we are... we haven't completely reached our maximum potential either, have we? Coming up with new ideas, and switching gears at a moments notice to solve the problems and fit the needs of the current situation is such a gift, but I think we both know that it can be a curse, too. We both can make waves, for sure, but I think we could both learn to move mountains if we made more conscious efforts to finish the things we start and not get bored of them halfway through, or get distracted by a fun, new idea.

You'll never stop thinking of new ideas! Especially in the middle of working on your current project. Write down the new idea so you don't forget it (in as much detail as you need!), then go right back to working on your current project. The new idea will still be there when you're done. You just wrote it down, after all!

Sometimes you might not get the chance to write it down, and you end up losing the new idea forever and you never remember it. And that's a bummer! But even if that does happen, who cares? You're already well underway making progress on your current awesome idea and that needs your attention now more than anything else. And also, you'll think of even more new ideas later that might just be even better than the idea you forgot about. So why waste time fretting about getting started on that next thing before it's too late? We all know you'll come up with something even better later on, anyway. :)

With love, understanding, and appreciation,

Your kindred spirit, INTP.

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veebs-hates-video-games · 6 months

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I think once I do Ys 8 I'm basically caught up, but first Dragon Quest 11 for a bit.

I played the demo on my computer a couple years ago and was really impressed. I spent at least a dozen hours on just the demo and still didn't run out of stuff to do, and I was enjoying the retro vibe in a more modern and polished package.

Then I decided to wait for it to go on sale at an arbitrary price I decided I was ok with. And then I kept waiting for multiple years because it just keeps never hitting that point on Steam.

I ended up actually paying slightly more than that for a used physical copy for the Switch instead, so good job Squenix, you got $0 out of that instead of like 10% less than what you would've if you'd dropped the price slightly more over time.

The problem with that is that now I have to redo all the stuff I did in the demo, and the beginning of the game is slooow. Painfully so. And on top of that the game is just painfully slow in general. It would be instantly improved by speeding up literally everything by 20%, even without redoing anything to fit the slightly faster pace.

The default camera speed takes a full five seconds to do a 360, and even at the max speed it takes at least like three. This is a recurring problem for me in a lot of Japanese games, and less often in games from other places (who tend to screw up their cameras in different ways). If the maximum speed isn't too fast for me to comfortably use your range of speed settings is too narrow.

Unsurprisingly to go along with that the walking speed is also really slow compared to what I'm used to. It has separate speeds for indoors and outdoors, and really the outdoor speed is how fast the indoor one should be while the indoor one should be reserved for stealth/sneaking sections (and those should stay in games I don't play because they're just not fun for me). It's especially painful coming directly from Ys 8, where the slowest walking speed is faster than the fastest one in DQ11, plus it has a run button to go faster, plus you can equip an accessory to turn it into a run even faster button.

There's a setting to change the combat speed, but really that wouldn't address most of my problems, and also it makes the animations look weird, which is a shame because there's a lot of excellent animation work in the game, like every different enemy has their own set of animations, and they're all extremely expressive and charming.

Unfortunately it tends to make you wait through the entire animation every time, including the full transition to their idle animation, when normally most games would move the camera or start accepting input again somewhere in the middle of that process. Also if there's a musical jingle that plays for any reason (e.g. winning a battle, leveling up, a new party member joining, saving your game) you have to let the whole thing finish playing before you can do anything (and anything includes mashing buttons to skip through stuff you've already seen dozens of times), which is also an extremely long delay compared to what most games do.

I swear if the camera and run speed were more reasonable and all the little things that make you wait around extra time doing nothing were tweaked a bit the game would instantly go from 100 hours to 60-70 and feel much better too.

Also while we're at it can we get some menus that suck less, especially the terrible inventory? I know a lot of the weird quirks in the game are things that were inherited from the older ones, but sometimes you just need to change them to make them actually functional, and you can reference the old ones with visual design or something.

It's a great game in a lot of ways, but it sure does manage to suck in others at the same time. I wish I'd just paid the extra five bucks and finished the game in 2021, because redoing all this stuff at the beginning is painful.

#dragon quest xi #dragon quest

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simlicious · 1 year

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Status update

All your messages of support mean so much to me, thank you! I definitely feel better, I cleaned out my dash a bit and am a bit more relaxed. I see more clearly now that I still have an important role to play and a place in this community! 🥰

I am still not quite ready to go back into creating Sims stuff though, as Anno 1800 has sucked me in a bit at the moment. That game is a serious commitment time-wise, and I am also making my own mods and tweaking the mods of others to create the perfect experience for me personally. In case you are interested to learn more about my Anno experience, you can read more under the cut!

I play a multiplayer map with my boyfriend, or let's say I show him what I have built and he dabbles for a couple of hours too every now and then 😆 I enjoy the optimization/logic aspect of the game. At the moment, I really like games that pick my brain/give me a challenge in that regard, and I think that is also why I like modding. It requires abstract/logical thinking and creativity at the same time. Anno 1800 is a city builder/production strategy game and is mainly about fostering a happy population in a flourishing city. There are different population tiers, such as farmes, workers, artisans, etc. that have different needs that you need to fulfill in order to get to the next one, and they also want luxury goods that improve their happiness. You have to produce these goods and build farms, factories, and public buildings to provide the population with these items. You start out with a small settlement and end up with a huge metropolis. I am about 100 hours into the save and have never advanced this far in Anno 1800 before. Things get more complex the further you go, and you have to establish settlements in different regions and create trading routes to ship goods around to make sure all production lines run flawlessly and your population receives the goods they need.

I also enjoy beauty-building (to some degree at least) and try to make my cities look interesting instead of just boringly uniform. Because I play with a lot of mods, this is easier to accomplish than in a vanilla game, where beauty building and maintaining a good economy at the same time is more challenging. I play Anno 1800 to relax and have fun, not to try to reach record numbers of inhabitants (which is impressive in its own right, but I'm more the casual play type).

Here are a few screenshots of my City Bergblick (Mountain View). These are best viewed at full scale because you can't really see details on the small tumblr dashboard-sized pics.

My farmers are having a festival because they feel so happy!

The artisan village

Amusement park that I built near my skyscrapers and scholar's houses.

View from the harbor. This is the hugest island in the game! In case you are wondering, the reason why do not make (tuning) mods for Sims 3 is that I lack the gameplay experience/knowledge of intricate game mechanics. Only while playing do you notice things that you wish were different, and you get an idea of how they could be. I am a bit out of the loop with Sims 3 gameplay, I'm a bit ashamed to say it has been years since I properly played the game, aside from set building, styling my Sim models, and testing CC. In most games I play, I spend more time modding them/installing/tweaking other people's mods/making my own than actually playing. I am truly a tinkerer at heart! I hope I can bring myself to start learning Python one day (and C# would also be good to know as a modder), as I mainly tweak XML files for now, but many games require proper coding knowledge in order to mod them. I tried a few times to learn but I have a hard time understanding some concepts. I feel like it's just a different mode of thinking and to get into that mode and see how everything fits together is the hardest part. I kinda hope I can get my brain ready for it by doing more logical thinking/tinkering with mods! Other games that I am interested in/would love to be able to do more with mod-wise are Subnautica and The Long Dark. Subnautica is probably my all-time favorite game. It is beautiful, and makes you want to explore and find out about that alien planet, but also creates that feeling of terror of the unknown. It touches on emotions in a way that I never experienced in another game. That said, the Sims games are still the best option for expressing creativity! I am also keeping an eye out for Life by You, the modding possibilities seem very enticing. I'm not sure about the graphical style, but I bet they will polish the game a lot before the final release. Also, Custom Content makes such a huge difference, so I'm not too worried about that at this point.

#mods and gaming #this and that #Anno 1800 #personal #nonsims kinda

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weareallgreyreally · 2 years

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Tl;dr getting a dog changed my life - aka my dog learned the word no very quickly, my mom is still a work in progress. TW: controlling parent.

Getting a dog while I still live with my mother saw me researching dog breeds for two years before deciding on one where my lifestyle would fit, creating a “25 reasons why I should be allowed to get a dog,” saving up, and joining online training courses so I knew everything I possible could before I took on the responsibility of Dog Mom. It convinced my mum but I got a lot of “this is your dog, your responsibility” “make sure you can afford it, you’ll always need to have savings just in case” “your dog better not do XYZ in my house.” All reasonable stuff, but there was a lot of general angst about it. She told me constantly that I’d cave on my boundaries because “she could never say no to me and my brothers.” I started to doubt myself a lot, worried that I’d get this dog and not be able to train it, worried that my anxiety disorder would be passed on and this potential animal would be better off with someone else.

I got him and now he’s “our dog” lmao. I pay for everything but my mom insists on being at all his vet appointments so she can loudly weigh in on decisions, I pay for his training so she can tell me the trainer doesn’t sit right with her and ignore their professional know how, I crate trained him for her to take all credit when talking to anyone despite her constantly letting him out in the night to sleep with her on the sofa, I don’t feed him anything but his strict diet (it’s veterinary as he has stomach problems) only for her to constantly feed him whatever she’s eating. Having a dog has really taught me a lot, mostly that my mother has a lot of audacity and co-dependence, and had zero respect for my wants / decisions. (“You can’t be a good dog parent if you don’t eat this thing I cooked that I know you don’t like” “you’re not a good influence for X (my dog) when your room is messy” “how do you expect to be able to look after X on your own when you don’t do your laundry more often” “you shouldn’t be spending money on XYZ (usually my card collection) when you have a financial responsibility”).

Turned out this is what made me realize I had no boundaries, that my inability to say no was not an inbuilt fault of mine I’d never overcome, but an outcome of it never being listened to. I told her that she’d instilled no confidence in my partner and I for looking after future offspring as she can’t even stick to boundaries with our dog which tweaked her tune a little as her biggest want is grandchildren (“an only child is a lonely child” still only having one at most, mom). There’s been a lot of tweaks lately. A lot of “I don’t need you at the vets with me for a check up / you talk over me / he’s my dog, I make the decisions” and “we’re training him to do XYZ because he’ll need to know it when we live on our own / no we won’t be bringing him over to stay with you every weekend.” Constant reminders (and sometimes arguments) as I have to enforce the facts that he’s my dog and I’m allowed to say no. I’m allowed to disagree with her. I’m allowed to get frustrated or upset or angry when my boundaries are ignored. I’m allowed to find her guilting me with my dog incredibly manipulative.

My dog turned 2 last weekend, he’s to die for; I’ve never cherished something so much in my entire life, he’s a dream come true. Having him has taught me a lot about patience and perseverance, a sht ton about responsibility and budgeting, but mostly having him has taught me that I’m braver than I thought, that I have the ability to stand up for myself and for him, and that I don’t need my mom’s approval to make good decisions. Getting him really did change my life; I’d been on anti-depressants for 6 years, I’d developed agoraphobia over Covid (was passing out when I left the house), I felt like I couldn’t do anything right, that there was something wrong with me. I don’t take meds anymore, I go out every day, I’m healthier than I’ve ever been, and I know there’s nothing wrong with me; I just needed a chance to see myself through my own eyes.

#dogs #first time pet owner #boundaries #controlling parent #mental health #glow up #progress #GAD #this year is for healing #this year is for taking names

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ar-fmp · 2 months

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21/03 - Development

Plans for today:

Finish main sprites (castle, tesla, farm, etc)

Make some other sprites (the ground, projectiles, etc)

Add a rarity system to the upgrades.

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So first of I made a design for the castle. The castle's sprite is just a bigger and more detailed version of the tower which I like as surely the towers and the castle should look similar. I have also found what style of sprites I'm gonna make, as well as how to make them.

I said yesterday that I didn't think that I could make a farm sprite in the same style to my tower sprite and as even thinking of changing the concept of the farm to a coal mine or something, although I have made a good looking farm sprite!

The one on the right is my favorite and was the most challenging sprite to make so far. No matter how I made the leaves of the plant, it didn't look how I wanted it too look.

The tesla is up next and I am still trying to conceptualize how it will look from the top down.

After looking at some images on google about energy pylons (tesla wouldn't come up with anything), most of the designs I've seen aren't solid structures as they have many holes in them and they have these coils on them.

I now have two designs for my tesla, but I don't know which one I prefer...

Also seeing how the teslas look has made me want to rework the teslas. They could spawn a projectile in the center of themselves that would grow in size before being deleted.

Something small I had wanted from the start was for my game to take place in a forest, so the ground and some trees are gonna be made next.

So I made a quick ground texture, and by itself- it looks bland and boring.

But when I imported it into my game:

I think it looks very nice and gives off a magical forest vibe, granted its quite hard to see with this image. Next I want to add a ring of trees around the edges of the screen as I think that will look nice and it will fit with the forest theme of course.

Here are the 5 variants of trees I will use to make the ring, I am going to copy and paste them around the screen.

After a bit, I have made this:

Now after adding it to my HUD widget...

I don't like it. I will scrap that idea and try something different in the future.

So I have added some of the sprites into my game, but to my dismay; the lighting started playing up again.

So now it looks like this:

I have tried changing some things with the lights and got to this:

So picking up a few moments after my computer switched itself off (I didn't lose anything thankfully). The lighting is still being difficult, so I'm leaving it for now to rework my tesla. The computer has switched itself off again. The only thing that was lost was the import for my farm sprite.

All I've done for the new tesla is remove the projectile movement component and made it increase in size every 0.0025 seconds. After the third and hopefully final time of the computer turning off I just tweaked a few things in my game, like how close the enemies can spawn and the attack speed for the tesla - until the computer switched off again.

Turns out with the lighting that I have to transfer all my stuff from my previous level to a new one, because of how the level reacts to sprites? This has set me back a bit tomorrow.

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foundinfantasy · 4 months

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Sims 4: Burglars

The more I think about burglars (official burglars) the more I become convinced it might never happen, especially the way I want them... and it just makes me want them more. So to get out of this spiral, I'm doing what I always I do... think about the mechanics as if they were real.

A perfect world this would add npc burglars, npc cops, npc lawyers and overhaul/update the criminal career, detective career , law career, maybe even the spy career.

My ideas are merely a mix of Carl's Burglars, NC4T's Be a Burglar, RVSN Piggy Banks, Sacrifical's Extreme Violence, bits of Basemental Gangs and SimRealist's Financial Centers, and a heavy heap of Payday 3 [without the police shootouts, snipers, and hostages (maybe)]

For starters, we need something to protect - safes, banks, vaults

Whether residential, residential rental, rental, or just retail sure our big things (tv, couches, etc) are a go to for the common TS3 Burglar but the TS4 Burglar wants your cash, jewels, and electronics first

The GF vault would be something to break into obviously (at high levels) but we also need smaller things like bags/cases of money just lying around, bedroom safes, lockboxes, secret hollow books, piggy banks, wallets, and jewelry

Would apply on bank lots [but with gold bars, palettes of cash, deposit boxes] and any retail lot with a safe or register

Now the "protector" - an alarm system

the classic alarm but also maybe I want my alarm to be quacking ducks so sound options

automatically sets when house is empty or manually set by sim

upgradable: unbreakable, smart house, to be automatic, window sensor, etc

works on retail lots / has a retail lot variant

smart alarm has an app on a sim phone, even if you're away there's a chance your house gets broken into and a possibility of them fleeing without stealing anything

will deter even active burglars if they don't hack

NPC Burglars / NPC Cops / NPC Lawyer

NPC Burglars steal your stuff

Fight or Call Cops, even if you fight them you can decide if you want to file a report at the station [GTW compatibility] or a rabbithole or worse, risk them coming back

You file a report: you may see an NPC Cop walking up and down your "street" (loaded lot space) which may prevent another break-in for a few days

There's further nuance that could be added like "identifying out of a lineup", "pressing charges" (added gameplay with DU's Law Career / NPC Lawyer), etc but that's a bit meh for my gameplay and as far as the spiral goes for that

Being the Burglar

Sure EA thought they were doing something when they gave us the ability to break in with the 4Rent pack but honestly when my sim whipped it out for the first time I was just like where the F**K did you get that - and this sparked another spiral.

Burglary skill - 10 level skill - low skill your sim will freak out at an alarm / high skill they will be unbothered and shut it down before the NPC cop comes (also a lot of the high end skill set deals with the Spy Career and Criminal Career)

* Break in - barehanded *

* (at door)- a tweak to the animation where instead of magical crowbar they use their shoulder (that way theoretically every sim can break in but low burglar and low fitness and that door is not budging) HOWEVER:

^this will get NPC Cop called, so maybe enough time to take an item or two if you get in, and NPC Cop will show up on lot to "apprehend" you; if you have high enough fitness you can try to take him down but if you're caught there's also a chance if you have high enough charisma and low burglary "to ask to be let go" which may or may not happen OR it's just better sometimes to get off the lot

^so you've been caught and have GTW and DU, your inventory gets cleared (??), you get processed and booked and you're in jail. You can call your lawyer (if you have one - this adds a bit more gameplay playing a Lawyer through DU but that's not really relevant in a section about the burglar) and/or get one assigned NPC Lawyer, and you either charged and released (get most of your items back in a bag), bail out, or you're just in that b***ch (UNLESS.... I'll get to that later) until a rabbithole trial/court/whatever (if you're a repeat offender). THIS NEVER NEEDS TO BE ACTIVE, who wants to sit in court as the one on trial IN A VIDEO GAME?? and if found guilty, you're going to sim jail for a few sim days (UNLESS). IF I'm losing hope for burglar there's no way in hell the TS4 Team would ever do Prison [if you want to play an active prison, you'll need a mod lot trait or imagination on a residential/RR lot]

^so you've been caught and have GTW, same but only an NPC Lawyer as the DU Law Update would give you the ability to be someone's lawyer / be picked as lawyer / pick a lawyer

^so you've been caught and you don't have either, you're taken to a rabbithole and get a few chance cards womp womp

^now lets get back to those "UNLESS" - you break out. Either playing on the station lot or playing without the lot as a chance card or in a household of other sims that you also play you'll get the chance to escape if you have the right skill combination, correct chance card path, and/or the right tools

* Break in - rock *

(at window) - is there a more nuanced version where you break in barehanded through the window yes and is there an even more nuanced version where you get hurt by the glass yes but that's two nuances too many BUT if you have HSY, and a house has that special window you can instead break in that way for a better chance at success

^This route does offer a bit more time before the NPC cop shows up and if the house doesn't have the window sensors upgrade you can steal quite a few things.

^This is also just a rock and will need to have already been in your inventory or... on the ground, so rock update. Now this does make me want to have a weird rock collection in game......

* Break in - crowbar *

Same 4Rent animation BUT you will either need to buy a crowbar and have it in your inventory or be apart of the criminal career and be provided a crowbar at Level 2 [they can at least give you one right, if you lose it the next one's on you]

^break ins with crowbars got a bit smoother, less noise but if lot/house has an alarm you'll have to get by that and NPC Cop will take longer to arrive on scene. If you get caught with crowbar it will get taken away and you'll have to get another one womp womp

^crowbar also works on HSY window

* Break in - thieves tools *

Took like ten minutes to remember that this is also called lockpicking. This is when we get into high levels of burglary, criminal career, and spy career

^break ins with thieves tools are the most subtle and quiet and that combined with a high programming skill and the NPC Cop may not come at all. Loot to your heart's content!

^on the off chance you are caught, before engaging with the NPC Cop "hiding" the thieves tools will keep them in your inventory at the station and up the chances of a successful break out.

^works on HSY window

^thieves tools provided high into Spy and higher into Criminal Career, but if you lose it the Criminal Career will not replace it and it's pretty expensive

And that's pretty much as far as I went for active burglars

As far as Update to Criminal Career

Add organized crime: group burglary but with more people = more chance of getting caught

If they ever did add cars even TS2 cars: car theft

Make criminal behavior more of the tasks to do. Duh.

Offer Retail business your "fee-sible protection"

Shady Organization Lawyer

If caught and in jail your organization would arrange for loud escape

As far as Update to Spy Career

Who are we spying on? This could be it's own whole thing but:

adding secret missions

more use of the whole hacking for information

going to certain lots

planting bugs

stealing documents

poisoning people

if you're caught and in jail your agency could arrange your quiet breakout

imagine an object you put down that's just that laser grid that your sim has to sneak by or hack, even if its the same animation it'd *chef's kiss*

MISC: GTW Retail and Home Insurance

If you're playing as the Business owner or Household that got robbed you'll probably take out an insurance plan but this is again might be a step too nuanced.

MISC: R Rated

Extreme Violence, enough said.

My head is empty now. If I think of anything else. I'll come back.

#ts4 spiral #ts4 burglars

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littleoddwriter · 2 years

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hellooo hi, it's me again because I loved the zsaszmask and trans guy hcs so much!! could I maybe get some hcs for all three of them being trans guys?? I just really love trans victor because as established he doesn't give a shit

and Roman struggled with it at first but like now he too is comfortable with himself

and so like just some day to day domestic stuff with three trans guys? idk dude like Packers, or showering together or scars 👀 or just cuddling

this is probably a really shitty request and please please ignore it if you can't come up with anything because my wording is shite™ but uuuh, yee 👉👈💜 I'm sorry I'm really tired just hnnnnn trans zsaszmask 😭

Roman Sionis x Trans!Male!Reader x Victor Zsasz (Poly) | Headcanons

Hi, hello, my angel!!! Gosh, of course! I'm loving this, thank you SO much for this lovely request. :') And no need to apologise, I understood you just fine! I hope you enjoy these. <3 <3 <3

notes; Trans!Male!Reader; Trans!Roman Sionis; Trans!Victor Zsasz; Mentions of Gender Dysphoria and Euphoria; Top Surgery Scars; Domestic Life/Slice of Life; Cuddling.

Reblogs would be appreciated, thank you!

At first you didn't even know that you three had had that in common, but you explained yourself after some time, just to make sure they'd be cool with it, and so they looked at you incredulously and Roman said, "'Kay? So are we," and that was that, then.

Ever since, many days have passed and you've gotten more comfortable with yourself all thanks to them. Their attitudes toward their own situation really put everything into perspective for you.

What helps the most to lessen your gender dysphoria, though, is also the fact that they understand your struggles, and so they take you seriously and even help you out with whatever you're most distressed about.

Zsasz has never minded the fact that his body was different or what people thought. He's a man and he knows that, which is the most important thing - everybody else doesn't matter. That's something he teaches you as well, considering that you care more about passing just right and getting dysphoric when you think you're not doing well enough.

Roman on the other hand tells you about his own struggles with it and what helped him, like his flashy, custom tailored suits, which are perfectly fitted to accentuate the masculinity of his body. (Humiliating/hurting/killing whoever disrespects him or Victor or you also fuels his gender euphoria.)

Every single day, the three of you always check over each other's appearances, complimenting one another and tweaking some things, if necessary, to make sure each of you feels as euphoric as possible when going out; even if it's a very dysphoric day.

At home, at night, you and Zsasz usually run around the loft without a shirt on, while Roman is at least wearing a robe, and you admire each other's surgery scars pretty much every night as well. It's something so unique for all of you, something no one could take away from you, and something that shows the long, hard way you've gone.

You especially love it when both Roman and Victor are running their fingers over the scar tissue with open appreciation in their eyes, while the three of you are cuddling in bed with you lying in the middle. At those times, you always feel at peace the most.

#no packers or showering tho sorry #ok i'm fully back now lol #it's almost April after all #trans male reader #trans male reader insert #roman sionis #black mask #roman sionis x reader #roman sionis x trans male reader #roman sionis x you #roman sionis imagine #victor zsasz #victor zsasz x reader #victor zsasz imagine #zsaszmask #headcanon

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falloutjay · 3 years

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Craig x cheery reader please (a little context: team Craig saved her from a bully, reader secretly thinks Craig doesn't actually care about her and Clyde and her are close but like platonically)

I had such a joy writing this, I just hope it still fits the request, as I am unsure if I hit the prompt.

I hope you enjoy it nevertheless! <3

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Craig x Cheery!Reader

“Can’t you just leave me alone?” You said annoyed.

Why wouldn’t Francis just leave you alone you wondered. You never said anything mean, more like the opposite. You were just a really friendly classmate that never said anything mean to anyone. So why out of all people Francis decided to pick you to bully was a mystery to you.

“I bet you’re only so friendly because in reality, no one loves you.” You decided that just ignoring him would probably be the best course of action, but once you kept quiet, it agitated Francis only more.

He slammed you against the lockers to your right and kept you trapped there. You actually felt terrified. Before anything could happen, a monotonous and nasal voice to your left demanded your attention.

“Francis, you’re blocking my locker.”

“Fuck off Craig, I’m busy.” Behind Craig was his gang, consisting of Clyde Donovan, Token Black, Tweek Tweak, and Jimmy Valmer.

You never really interacted with them, as they just stayed in their small group. “You’re blocking my locker.” Craig repeated. “And I said I don’t-“ Francis couldn’t get any further before Craig shoved him.

“Fuck off asshole. Get lost before we hurt you.” Craig's expression was bored as always and he flipped Francis the middle finger, his trademark.

“This ain’t over (L/N)!” Francis cursed under his breath before he took off. Nervously you turned to Craig and his friends with a big smile stretched across your face.

“Oh, thank you, Craig!” He just shrugged and carefully pushed you aside to get to his locker, which you just were pinned against. “You can’t get pushed around like that Y/N.” Clyde said with worry in his voice.

“I-Its fine, really.” You laughed nervously. “No, it’s not. Clyde is right, you shouldn’t be pushed around like that. Why don’t you sit at lunch with us?” Token now chirped in too and your eyes widened at the proposition. “I’d love too!” You beamed.

It had been ages since that day, and you still thought about that day ever so often. Francis left you alone after that day since you always hung around Craig and those guys now. You had become great friends with the guys, and you were really close with Clyde.

You rested with him next to you on his bed in just this moment. “Whatcha thinking about, Happy?” Happy was a special nickname given to you by Clyde.

You two were born mood makers and could make anyone smile, even the stoic Craig Tucker. “Nothing important. Just thinking about when you guys invited me to come sit with you.”

“Ahh, that was a great day.” Clyde mumbled. It was a regular thing for you and Clyde to just hang out in one of your bedrooms, chilling on the bed, and talk about all kinds of stuff.

“So, how’s it going with Bebe?” You asked him. “Great, thanks for that restaurant tip. She loved it there.”

“I went there with my parents, and I thought you could impress her with it.” You two high-fived, without getting up. You really couldn’t wish for a better friend than Clyde.

“So, how’s your love life going?” Aaand now you hated him. “Ahh, don’t ask. It’s shit.” Clyde furrowed his eyebrows; not like you could see. “Is it really that bad?”

“Yeah.”

“But why?”

“Clyde! You can’t just ask people that!” You said in a whiney tone.

“Ah come on Happy, tell me. I’m your best friend. Who are you gonna tell besides me?” He had a point, you thought. You propped yourself up on one elbow and gave him a death glare.

“If you talk, you’re a dead man, Donovan.” Clyde sat up and leaned on the bedframe.

“I won’t say a word.” You took a deep breath and began explaining. “So, you know…I mean I…ehhh…I kinda like someone from our friends’ group.”

“I’m sorry, Happy, but I’m already taken.” Clyde said in a dramatic fashion. You flipped him the bird, something you copied from Craig but you only used it against Clyde, since he never took it personally.

“No. Not you… Its… I like…Craig, even if I don’t think he cares that much about me.” When you said the name, it was barely more than a whisper, but Clyde still heard it. His grin widened and he seemed hyped.

His hands landed on his cheeks with a faint slapping noise.

“Oh my god. My two best friends wanna bang each other.”

“What.”

“What.” Clyde’s happy expression became a shocked one, once he noticed what he just blurted out. “So, Craig likes me?” You asked confused.

“No! I mean…Yes, but I didn’t say it!” He stressed the “I” in particular. You felt shocked. You always thought Craig didn’t like you all that much, because he was always a little cold to you and he barely interacted with you.

“But I thought he didn’t like me.” Clyde gave himself a facepalm, cursing himself out for having spilled the tea. “Well, since I am already fucked… He does like you and shit. He is just…Bad at showing it. Like, he tries to interact so little with you, because he’s afraid you will notice how you make him blush and shit.”

“I-” You pointed with your finger at yourself. “Make him blush?” You questioned. “Yes, Happy, you do. Didn’t know you’re blind.” He said and you two heard the doorbell. The others had arrived.

You had gone with Clyde immediately after school, while the other wanted to join later for the video game night. Clyde got up from the bed and stopped at his room door.

“I swear, if you snitch on me, I'll kill you. I love you, but I won't hesitate bitch.” He pointed a finger pistol at you and pretended to shoot you. You pretended to get shot and rolled off the bed in a slow and dramatic manner.

You two laughed before Clyde sprinted downstairs to let the others in. You remained on the floor, pretending to be a corpse. When the others came into the room, Token was the one to question what you were doing.

“Clyde shot me.” You explained and pretended to be in severe pain. “Cl-Clyde. Don’t shoot o-our only o-o-other fu-funny friend.” Jimmy mocked him and Clyde pretended to laugh.

“Haha, very funny.” He commented dryly. You got up and sat back down on the bed.

“You can put your sleeping bags down here and then you can help me make your pizza in the kitchen.” Clyde instructed and gave you a wink. You quickly caught onto what he was trying to do and mouthed a big fat “NO.” to him, but he just smiled.

“Ah fuck you, Clyde.” You thought. You loved him to death, but right now he was being an annoying bitch, that tried saving his skin by having you confess so Craig wouldn’t figure out that the brown-haired snitched.

You just kept sitting on the bed, while the guys one by one left the room. Craig was the last one to leave but he stopped once he saw that you stayed on the bed.

“Y/N, don’t you wanna come with us?” He questioned, but you shrugged. “I dunno. Kinda busy thinking about stuff.” You smiled warmly. “Thinking about what?” Craig left the door ajar and stepped back into the room to lean on Clyde’s white Ikea dresser, which was opposite of you.

“I think I wanna ask a guy o-out, but I don’t really know how to do that. Any tips?” You asked in your sweetest and innocent voice. You really prayed that Clyde was correct but why shouldn’t he be.

But there still was this tiny fear in the back of your head that you were gonna make a fool of yourself in a few seconds.

“Well…” Craig seemed to think about it for a second. “Personally, I would just appreciate it if someone would just straight up ask me, you know? This whole playing around shit is stupid if you ask me.” You nodded.

“Hey, Craig?”

“Yeah?” He asked and shifted his gaze from the window to your innocent face.

“Would you maybe go out with me?” You asked and felt like you just lost all ground beneath your feet. For a short second, you felt like you were going to faint.

But once you saw that a faint shade of pink appeared on his face, you felt giddy, the butterflies in your stomach were going wild. Craig cleared his throat, before answering with a red face; “Y-Yeah sure. What about tomorrow? If you want, I’ll walk you home and we can hang out alone.”

You nodded; a big grin spread across your face. “That sounds amazing.” Craig offered you his hand and you stared at it for a second.

“Maybe we should go downstairs. You know…Otherwise, Clyde will choose our pizza toppings.”

“And we don’t want that, do we?” You asked you both laughed. You took Craig's hand and admired how warm it was.

“I’m surprised you like me. I always thought you didn’t care about me.” You whispered. Craig laughed, which caught you by surprise. “I'm just not good at these type of things.” He admitted sheepishly and scratched his neck.

“I guess.” You laughed to make the situation less awkward. Craig started leading you downstairs, not letting go of your hand. In the kitchen you found the others, fighting about their pizza toppings. Clyde was the only one to notice how you both had that light shade of pink lingering on your cheeks and that you held hands.

He smiled brightly and then made space for you two to also make your own pizza. The rest of the night went by peacefully, you guys played video games, snacked food, and talked about stupid stuff. The main entertainment was Jimmy, Clyde and you of course, as you were just the life of every get-together.

Craig watched you and Clyde in glee, as you and Clyde were playing Just Dance together like your life depended on it. He was sooo happy to now have you, someone who could break his stoic façade.

#south park x reader #Craig tucker x reader #Craig x reader

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forcefully-awoken · 3 years

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To Die, To Sleep-

To Sleep, Perchance to Dream

William Shakespeare

This is my contribution to @butterscotchbaku‘s New Year, New Kink event!

Gang Orca x F! Reader

Word count: 2.4k

Summary: Kugo’s patrols keep him late one night, but he finds you’re always ready and willing to love him.

Warnings for: Dacryphilia, Size Kink, Breath Play, Consensual Somnophilia, Calling Kugo Sir, Unprotected sex, Breeding Kink, After care. Established relationship. All things considered this is pretty fluffy. Butter said I had to tag it for monster fucking and Kugo’s wiggly dick too </3

If you enjoyed this fic why not buy me a coffee or commission me for your own?

The bed is too big to lay in alone.

It really is the first thing Kugo notices when he arrives home: how small you look, curled up around yourself in the shared bed. You’re tangled up in the dark sheets, but Kugo can see the way you’re tense underneath them. You shift, just enough for the sheets to slide down and Kugo is able to get an eyeful of your soft skin. He realizes all at once that you’ve given him a gift- your naked body, ready and willing for him. The two of you have talked about this before, having you waiting for him like this. You had told him that if you waited for him naked that you were his to play with, his to take the way he wanted. The timing hadn’t been right, but here you are now and he feels a bit lightheaded with how quickly the blood rushes south. He can feel when his cock starts to strain against his underwear, tenting his pants.

He reaches out, fingertips barely catching the sheet and tugging it down as soft and slow as he can. It glides off your body, revealing inch after inch of bare skin. He stops it at your waist, eyes trailing over your chest. Your breathing never changes. Not even when he sits on the bed next to you. The steady rise and fall of your chest is enticing him, and he would need the will of a saint not to give in.

He’s never been the most virtuous of men.

The first brush of his hand is soft, it’s his fingertips over the soft swell of them. He traces over the outside of them, and in your sleep you shiver. He’s even more careful when his fingers tweak at your nipples, tugging and pinching at them until they’re little stiff peaks. His red eyes never leave your face, searching for any sign that you might be waking. He thinks, perhaps, that he should try to wake you but there’s something so intimate about this, something so dirty at the same time. He wants to see how much he can ruin you before you wake up, wants to make you gasp and come undone with pleasure before you can even realize what’s hit you.

He now leans over to poke his tongue out, just as little as he can. He knows his tongue isn’t the softest or smoothest texture in the world but he also knows that it’s one of your favorite things to feel on you. He’s done this enough times now that he can play your body like a fiddle- the barest hint of his tongue ghosting over them. Knows that if he keeps this up enough when he finally makes his way to your sweet cunt that it will be wet beyond belief for him. Kugo alternates between the two nipples, making sure that neither of them ever go more than a moment without attention. Once your chest is red and he hears your breath hitch for the first time he finally leaves them alone.

The sheets dip down even lower.

Now you’re bare before him, and with his enhanced senses, he can smell how wet you are between your legs. It never ceases to amaze him, how wet you get, how good it smells. How good you taste. He pushes your legs open, worried the stretch will wake you but they fall open easily for him with a sigh drifting from your mouth. He has just enough space to settle down between them. Kugo’s tongue licks at your folds lazily, dragging his tongue up them in the most teasing of manner. He doesn’t want to rush this, simply enjoying the taste of you on his tongue. It’s not until he presses his tongue inside of you, close enough that his nose brushes up against your clit that he’s finally rewarded with a moan.

“S-sir?” He can hear you ask, voice soft with sleep. He lets out a low rumble from his chest at hearing your name for him. He wants to stuff you full with him as soon as he hears the name fall from your lips, pleased beyond reason that even in your sleep you will always be his good little girl. He doesn’t answer you, instead keeping his mouth on you, fingers spreading you open for his tongue to move as deeply as it can. He takes care to keep his nails off you, as blunted as they might be he doesn’t want to cause you any pain.

Not yet, at least.

Your hands bunch the fitted sheet, as you fully come to consciousness. You can feel his tongue inside you, the muscle isn’t hard, but it’s so much larger than your fingers. Even like this the size difference between the two of you is obvious- just his tongue moving in and out of you is enough to make you shudder in delight. You press your hips up, a silent beg for more, and one large arm comes down over your hips, pinning you to the bed. You can feel the coil of an orgasm growing already, and it makes you wonder how long he had been playing with you before you had woken up. A small part of you is disappointed you hadn’t been a deeper sleeper. The larger part of you simply wants your husband’s cock inside of you at the earliest moment.

“Sir!” You gasp out, thighs twitching as you try to fight back your orgasm, knowing what Kugo wants to hear first. “Please, please let me cum sir, I’m so close.”

The low hum of approval is the only thing you need to hear, your thighs coming close around his berth as you ride out your orgasm. You can feel Kugo move back and lap up every part of you, savoring as much of your orgasm as he can until you’re a shaking mess on the bed in front of him. He sits back on his legs, and it’s now that you can get a truly good look at him. He’s just come from patrol, you can see in the moonlight streaming in from the window, in the outfit he wears for his hero costume. It makes him look even larger, more predator than you know is possible. You wonder how many criminals had been in his sights just like this.

You’ve never been so delighted to be prey.

Your eyes drink him in as much as you can as he slowly starts to disrobe. This has always been your favorite part of sex with Kugo. You knew that some people might not see the appeal of your husband but to you he was nothing short of perfect. He makes a show of it for you, though if the lights were on you would be able to see the subtle flush of his cheeks. He would never get used to the way your eyes rake over him, how your pupils blow out in lust. Soon he’s bare in front of you, resisting the urge to hide himself.

Saying nothing in about the way he tenses when he’s naked, you spread your legs wider for him. Partially to invite him to lay in between them, and partially for him to see how much he’s already pulled from you. You hear his sharp inhale, and he takes his moment to show off his prowess. He’s on top of you before you can even blink, his arms resting on either side of your head to prop himself up. You take the closeness to press your lips to him, placing soft kisses on all the skin you can reach.

“I don’t think you’re ready for me, little love,” You know you aren’t, silently agreeing with him in your head, but you can’t find it in you to care.

“It’ll be fine, Sir, please,” You manage to whimper out beneath him. He still looks unconvinced, but the way you’re pressing your hips up towards him like a bitch in heat weakens his resolve.

“You’ll let me know if it hurts, won’t you?” You frantically nod your head in answer to his question, not trusting your voice as he reaches down to align his cock with you. Despite how many times you’ve had him inside of you, the stretch always stings at first. You doubt you’ll ever get used to the sensation of his length pressing into you- he’s not hard like previous lovers you’ve had, but solid. He’s thick and long, and every small movement of his cock has you seeing stars. You can feel it twitch and twist inside of you, your eyes prickling with tears. As soon as one escapes down your cheek he pauses.

“Little love?” His voice is questioning, but the strained tone of it lets you know he’s feeling the same way you are.

“M-more, Sir, I can take it!” You insist, sniffling up at him. Your glassy eyes don’t exactly reassure him but he moves forward nonetheless. By the time he’s sheathed all the way inside of you, you’re shaking underneath him. One small movement is all it takes to have you cumming, a sob ripping from your chest. He waits, letting you be the one to set the tone now. You know exactly what you want from him. Your legs find purchase on his waist, pulling him into you even more.

“Choke me, Sir?” This is something he rarely indulges you, so scared of hurting you. You can hear his breath hitch as he processes your request, and you think this might have pushed him too far. You open your mouth to apologize when one of his hands rests itself on your throat. With all his size and strength even the barest hint of pressure has you feeling lightheaded, and you shudder in his arms when he starts to move again.

His hips take up a steady rhythm, slowly moving in and out of you. There’s so much of him he never truly pulls out of you, but the slow drag of his cock is pressing up against every sweet spot you have. Tears are falling from your eyes freely now, causing Kugo to lean down and lick them from your face.

“You look so good like this, little love,” His voice is nearly a growl when he praises you, only the slightest pause before he continues on, “Spread out underneath me like this, already cock drunk, aren’t you?”

There’s no possible way you can reply, the only thought running through your head being Kugo. It happens everytime the two of you make love, you’re rendered dumb on him. You can’t form words anymore, only whimper out his name mixed with the occasional Sir. It drives him damn near feral to see you like this, so strung out on pleasure he’s given you, before he’s even considering being done with you. The next words whispered out of your mouth hardly help things.

“P-please, Kugo, want your cum,” Your voice is whiny, laced with need as your hands come up to press down on his hand at your throat, but you still manage out, “Want you to breed me, wan-wanna make you a daddy.”

This is something he’s only confessed to you in the dead of night, laying together and dreaming out your future together. You’re playing a dangerous game with him, something his low snarl confirms. You know how desperately he wants it, to see your belly swell with his child.

“Don’t try me, little love,” HIs hand presses down hard on your throat for a moment, before pulling back and leaving you gasping for air. You place your hands on either side of his face, forcing him to look you in the eye.

“I’m not trying you, Sir,” You hesitate for a moment, wondering if he’ll be angry when you finally confess your little secret but you’re in too deep now, “I stopped my birth control a couple of weeks ago. I had meant to tell you at a better time…”

He’s silent as death on top of you, his eyes closing for a moment as he takes in a deep, shuddering breath. Before you can even open your mouth his hand is once again on your throat, choking you off. His eyes snap open the same time his hips start to move again, this time his pace is harsh and unsteady. It’s like he can’t help the way his body moves now, running on pure instinct alone. You can’t possibly keep up, sobbing out your pleasure underneath him now.

“Is this what you want?” There’s a crack in his voice when he speaks now, “You filthy siren, do you want me to fuck you full of my cum? So deep that there’s no chance you won’t bear my child?”

You can feel fresh tears spill down your face, the thought of it all catapulting you into your third orgasm of the night. All at once everything becomes almost too sensitive for you, but Kugo shows no signs of slowing down. He keeps fucking into you with the same intensity as before, a fire burning in his eyes when they meet yours. He can see the blissed out look on your face, despite the tear streaked look of your cheeks. It’s this that finally does him in- the love and adoration for him so clearly written in your eyes.

His hips press so closely to you that you can feel him against your clit, something that makes you give one last sob. His hand relaxes off your throat, air rushing to your head. He cums in you, leaving you feeling almost too full. There’s no room for his cum, and his cock, leaving him to pull out of you. You can feel some of it leak out of you, but Kugo presses your legs together for you. He moves off of you, curling into your side as much as he can. His hands return to their gentle nature from before, slowly massaging every part of your body he can reach. There’s just enough pressure in them to leave you boneless on the bed.

“Did I hurt you, little love?” You think your heart might burst from the concern that laces in his voice. You turn to him, wiping the remaining tears from your eyes.

“I feel fantastic, Sir, and you?” He has the audacity to snort at you, the sound drawing a giggle out of you.

“I don’t think I could feel better if I tried.” His hand finds yours, intertwining your fingers together. He brings them to his face, pressing his lips into them.

“I love you, Kugo.”

“And, I you.”

#kugo x reader #kugo sakamata x reader #gang orca x reader #cw dracyphilia #cw size kink #cw breath play #cw somnophilia #cw sir #cw breeding #the target audience for this fic is me and me alone sorry

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eager | gang orca

wordcount: 1569 warnings: smut, established relationship, belly bulge, penetrative sex, fingering, dirty talk, oral (just, lemon the whole way through) pairing: Gang Orca/Kugo Sakamata x Gender neutral reader note: Old but new fic! Written for the After Hours patreon way back when, with a very minor amount of sprucing up. I was.. tempted to wait til May to post it, because of MerMay stuff, but it’s been sitting almost done in here for a while. Enjoy!

Being able to work yourself open, to leave yourself messy and slick with lube has always been a prerequisite when it comes to fucking Kugo. His fingers are lovely, with the way his nails prick your skin, or how they curl behind your neck to pull you close, but they're far too sharp for tender places. Kugo's mouth is infinitely better, and the soft roll of his tongue against your most intimate parts? The thought never fails to leave you aching for want of him. Yet, to use his mouth, you both have to be patient, steady and slow. You've suffered more than one sharp knick from his razor-fine teeth, and you're not interested in taking that much time or holding that still. Not tonight.

“Deeper,” Kugo says, voice so low and rough that you have to pause and take a breath, hand trembling, before you push your fingers into yourself as far as you possibly can. The noise it makes is obscene, and it's more than enough to have Kugo frozen in the midst of unbuttoning his suit jacket. “Back in,” he rasps, as soon as you attempt to pull your fingers out. “Hold still for a moment,” he adds and you have to clench around your own fingers, eyes fluttering momentarily closed. Kugo turns his attention back to divesting himself of clothes, moving to set each item carefully over the back of a clean chair.

The position you're in has your thighs trembling, and you must make some kind of low, desperate noise, because he glances at you over his shoulder. “All the way out, and in again,” he allows, eyes bright, and you follow his directions, breathing out slowly as you stretch yourself. He goes quiet again, angled so he can just barely see you.

“Kugo?” You ask after a moment, watching him curl those sharp fingers around the chair back. His shoulders roll, and his biceps flex, before he finally let's go of the chair. He turns back to face you, cock thick and heavy between his thighs. The sight has you closing your eyes for a moment, and a choked moan escapes your lips as he crosses the room. “Please?” You gasp, when he comes to a stop at the end of the bed.

“You're always so eager for it,” he murmurs, reaching down to take himself in hand. You breathe out a curse, thighs quivering while you watch that dark, sharp fingered hand stroke roughly over his shaft. He walks around the edge of the bed, eyes zeroed in on your panting mouth. “You can never wait to have me inside you.” You don't even attempt to deny it. The thought of that thick cock in your mouth, or of him thrusting up into the heat of you, has you absolutely salivating for it. Your teeth catch on your bottom lip, and you curl your fingers, lube squelching with the motion.

“Please, Kugo, I want you to fuck me. Want your cock. I wan—” a moan strangles your voice in your throat when Kugo reaches out, sharp nails terribly gentle on your scalp. He urges you closer to the edge of the bed, patient as you adjust yourself so you can reach him, fingers still slippery inside you.

“Open your mouth,” he demands. Your lips part without hesitation, and then Kugo is guiding you towards his cock with a soft pressure against the crown of your head. He lifts himself, fingers curled around the dark length of it, stroking up to where the shaft fades into white, and the flush of palest pink. Kugo presses his cock head against your tongue, and groans when your lips close around him. He's too big for much more of him to fit in your mouth, but it's always fun to try. You suck, rolling your tongue against the smooth skin, making soft, impatient noises when he curses. “Look at that mouth of yours,” he growls, squeezing the base of his cock, rocking it gently out, brushing it against your teeth and lips, before he pushes back in. He continues the motion, jaw slowly dropping as he watches his cock disappear into your mouth, his sharp teeth gleaming in the half light. You hum softly, eyes fluttering closed, and simply lose yourself in the sensation of him, slick skin sliding over your lips. There's a small pulse against your tongue—he's getting harder—and then Kugo is pulling away. The motion is too fast, leaving you messy with saliva, drips of it on your chin, and before you can even think to wipe it away, Kugo is pushing you back onto the bed. You go without a fight.

“Will you—” You start, but Kugo shushes you, a single finger pressed to your mouth for maybe a second, before he starts to pull away. The curl of his nail catches against your bottom lip though, and you can't resist flicking your tongue out to taste. He chuckles, and reaches down to gently tug at your wrist, silently urging you to pull your fingers out of yourself.

“You'll get what you want,” he assures you, voice deep and steady—and then he's breathing in sharply, watching your fingers come out messy and dripping. The sudden emptiness leaves you aching, but Kugo's careful hands are stroking up your thighs, parting them as he kneels on the bed. You wriggle, even though you know you won't be left wanting.

He starts off slow, taking your slick hand and curling it around his cock, putting the remnants of lube to good use. The feel of him, wonderfully hot and heavy, curving in your hand, makes you even more eager than before.

“Please, Kugo?” You ask, squeezing, angling the hard length of him towards what you really want. “I've been waiting, I've been good—oh, fuck. Fu-” The soft rub of his cock against you has you trembling, legs spreading even further, and then he pushes, and all you want to do is arch your hips, urge him to go faster, but-

“You're always good for me,” he rasps, slowly working himself inside you, in and out, and further in, on every thrust. You lay back, biting at your bottom lip, fisting your hands in the sheets near your head to keep yourself from interrupting. Kugo is slow and steady, pushing until you're gasping, his hands sliding up your thighs and then curling around your hips, anchoring you. You feel almost too full now, and still, he can't fit all of himself inside you. “So good, so-” He rolls his hips, and his eyes fall closed when he bottoms out, nails pricking into your skin. Kugo stops, just taking a moment to breathe, and you know he’s giving you time to adjust to his girth, but you just want more. More movement, more noise, as much of him as he’s willing to give, filling you up, over and—your brain short circuits, desire overriding any attempt to plan things out.

“Fuck me,” you plead, breath leaving you in a rush as you lift your hips. Your abdomen bulges slightly, too full, and then, finally, Kugo is moving. He leans over you, hands sliding up your body until he’s tweaking your nipple with one hand and bracing himself on his other forearm.

“No please?” He asks, voice low and strained, but teasing. If the light were better, you’re sure you would spy a smile in his eyes. Instead you’re hyper focused on the feeling of his cock almost slipping out of you as he pulls back, and then, with one swift thrust, he’s back inside, and you can’t stop talking.

“Yes, yes, please, all of it. Give me, give-” You grunt, eyes falling closed as he starts rocking into you steadily, just a little faster than before. “Want all of you, just, Kugo!” He’s gentle, careful, even while he fucks you, and the sharpness of his teeth against your shoulder has your arousal spiking. You let go of the sheets, sliding one of your hands up the side of his face, reaching towards his dorsal fin and scream when he bottoms out inside you again, teeth pressing harder into your skin. “Kugo, Kugo, I’m gonna come, fuck, fuck!”

He doesn’t let up, hips slapping against the back of your thighs as he fucks you through orgasm. There’s a harsh groan against your shoulder, his wide tongue laving over the marks he’s left, and then Kugo is pulling back, just enough to see your face, bracing himself on both forearms. “I couldn’t wait to watch—watch you fall apart,” he rasps, and maybe you’re oversensitive, with your legs still shaking, but everything, his cock inside you, the press of his body ; it feels hotter. Blistering. “I’ve been able to think of little else,” he adds, and then his pace skips. His hips stutter, thrusts becoming choppy, and then you’re full again, gasping and messy as he comes inside you, sharp fingers curling into the sheets. Kugo is moaning, forehead pressed to yours, and one more sharp thrust has you cursing, and then laughing, soft and pleased, when he slumps onto you with a sigh. “Something amusing?” He asks, but he sounds like you, content, relaxed.

“Happy,” you murmur, pressing a small kiss to his nose. “Potentially looking forward to another round. After cleanup?” Kugo pulls back, looking down at the mess he’s made of you with a pleased expression.

“Most definitely.”

#gang orca x reader #kugo sakamata x reader #sakamata kugo x reader #kuugo sakamata x reader #lemon

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angstyaches · 2 years

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ooh let’s have some fluff to welcome you back!!

i have a very very specific scenario in my mind (that Im not even sure fits into the timeline?) but you can tweak it however you want obviously

so it’s elliot, felix, charlie and shayne chilling at the Aldridge’s house, ya know, being a family, banter and teasing and stuff, BUT here’s the thing, this is mid elliot transformation so he’s feeling pretty nauseous here, but the thing is, he’s been sick so often recently that both him and felix are kinda used to it, so they just,, sort of acknowledge that elliots gonna throw up soon but never make a big deal out of it? So it’s more like,,, absent comfort from felix? Kinda like that distracted caretaker prompt list. Like they’re just talking and suddenly elliot just gets up and it’s like “yup it’s gonna happen brb” except when he comes back the vibes changed slightly because hes now Exhausted and felix is sympathetic?

I know you said detailed but I think this is too much afsdgha🍄

I'm not 100% happy with how this came out, I'm sorry if it sucks! It's another weird weekend for my brain.

Word Count: 2343

CW: vampire transformation, nausea, stomach ache, belching, insults/banter.

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Somewhere nearby, a film was playing. A fire was gently crackling in the grate. The lights were dimmed and the curtains were pulled shut against the greying evening and the rain that pattered lightly against the windows of the townhouse.

Elliott could hear all of these things in far too much detail. He was beginning to wonder if his heightening senses were contributing to the nauseous spells that continued to plague him.

He could only hope that everything wouldn’t always be so overwhelming.

His eyes were shut, which was probably making his ears even sharper. He was slumped low on the larger sofa, head tilted back against the cushions. Felix’s shoulder was pressed lightly against him, and they each had a hand resting on the other’s thigh.

Before he’d closed his eyes, Elliott had been aware of the way Charlie and Shayne were basically tangled up in each other on the other sofa, and he’d wondered if Felix would have preferred something like that, but… there was the occasional ominous gurgle in Elliott’s stomach that suggested he was better off in a position conducive to a speedy getaway.

“A fun fact about this film,” Felix announced, his voice cutting through every other sound that was assaulting Elliott’s head, “is that I first saw it when I was… I suppose I was twelve? And…”

Elliott’s eyes may have been closed, but he could picture the exact face Felix would have been making at that moment; eyebrows raised, one edge of his mouth slightly raised. It made me realise…

“It made me realise I was bi.” The statement came out sounding like a brag, like Felix had deciphered the meaning of life and was gracing everyone in his presence with his newfound wisdom. “My bisexual awakening was to this movie.”

“Okay, what?” Shayne murmured, sounding as though he was half-asleep. “I’m – I’m sorry, but which guy made you realise that?”

Felix gave a gentle laugh. “So, it’s not obvious?”

It may not have been obvious to everyone, but Elliott knew the answer. He wasn’t about to chime in, though. Even if he’d been feeling well, he’d never interrupt Felix while he was talking about Interview with the Vampire. That was one sure-fire method of losing one’s cuddling privileges.

A sudden wave of heat in his stomach caused Elliott to swallow harshly. False alarm. He had no bucket close to hand; he’d have preferred to stick his hand in the fireplace than give himself the option of throwing up in front of Charlie and Shayne. If needs be, he knew he could run and make it to the downstairs bathroom before disaster struck Nancy’s precious upholstery.

The contents of his belly, currently, were a small amount of water to make sure he didn’t dehydrate, and a quarter-cup of blood – LMD, to be specific. Ryan had assured him that human blood was much easier to stomach on top of nausea. Elliott wasn’t so convinced. The last thing he’d swallowed was one of Nancy’s tonics, one that she’d claimed would relax the muscles in his digestive system and ease the spasms; that was, of course, if his system would relax enough to absorb it. So far, he was thinking no.

“Was it Brad Pitt?” Charlie asked.

Felix chuckled. “Nope.”

Elliott braced himself for another sickly lurch in his gut, this time making sure to swallow a lot more steadily. He could feel himself losing the battle, but it wasn’t the end yet. Felix must have sensed the shift in his posture, because his fingers traced reassuring little circles into his leg where his hand rested.

“The other guy, then?” Shayne asked.

“Tom Cruise,” Charlie filled in.

Yep, Elliott thought. He didn’t need to be looking at the TV to refresh his memory of the fictitious blonde vampire.

“Yep!” Felix chirped. “I don’t even like Tom Cruise in any other film, so it was absolutely the character, and not the actor.”

Elliott lifted one hand to his mouth, feeling his stomach churn slowly inside of him before giving a sharp twist. Felix’s hand stopped rubbing his leg, in favour of giving it a gentle squeeze instead.

“Wait. So, the blonde guy?” Shayne murmured, to which Charlie responded, “Yes.”

“I suppose, in a way, if I hadn’t seen this film…” Felix went on, his hand moving back up to Elliott’s hair now.

Elliott exhaled slowly. His jaw started to tremble. I wouldn’t have been so prepared when –

“I wouldn’t have been so prepared,” Felix half-laughed, as though the thought had just occurred to him, when Elliott knew for a fact that it hadn’t, “when what happened to Louis basically happened to me. You know?”

“So, Louis is the blonde guy?” Shayne asked.

Elliott almost rolled his eyes, but knew Felix probably had him covered.

“No, no, Louis is Brad Pitt,” Charlie quickly said.

“The brown-haired guy?”

“Yes,” Felix chimed in. “He’s Louis, and Tom Cruise’s character is called Lestat.”

Shayne loudly clicked his tongue. “Why would they give them both names that both start with L? That’s just fucking confusing.”

“It’s based on a book,” Felix shot back in a soft voice. “The screenwriters didn’t choose the names.”

“Wait, so –” Charlie cleared his throat. There was the sound of straining leather, as though he was rearranging himself on the other couch. Elliott even thought he heard Shayne let out a groan, like he’d been elbowed or leaned on. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard that story, Felix.”

“It’s not that similar,” Shayne muttered.

“Hey!” Felix’s posture straightened as he protested. “There are similar aspects! Like –”

Elliott suddenly burped against his own hand, his stomach echoing the sound with a deep, sloshy grumble. Felix fell silent, and so did the rest of the room, aside from the TV. Elliott pried his eyes open to look across at Charlie and Shayne; Charlie had one arm on the armrest, chin propped up by the heel of his hand, with Shayne’s head on his chest.

They were both eyeing him warily, just as he was sure that Felix was doing from above.

“Sorry,” he murmured, folding his arms across his chest and settling his head against the back of the sofa again. “Continue.”

“I’ll tell you the story another time,” Felix told Charlie, his voice lower than before. “Watch the film. I think you two will enjoy it.”

Felix wriggled about gently, as though trying not to disturb Elliott’s position, and curled one arm over the back of the couch. His fingers brushed delicately against the back of Elliott’s head, eventually curling deeper into his hair and smoothing down its silky length. It was stupidly long these days, but Felix seemed to like it.

Every so often, Elliott could tell that Felix was holding his breath for a few seconds, and he felt a tingle in his chest as though his face was being looked at. He squeezed Felix’s knee, just a short, pulsing motion to reassure him.

After about fifteen minutes had passed without anybody speaking over the movie, Elliott’s eyelids twitched. There was a weird crackle of tension in the room. He pried one eye open the barest amount. Charlie and Shayne were still in his line of vision; Charlie seemed enthralled by the movie, but Shayne was looking right at Felix and mouthing… something.

Elliott’s heart dropped.

Is he okay?

Shayne was asking Felix if he was okay.

Elliott felt Felix give a gentle shrug; if he hadn’t had context, Elliott mightn’t have even read into the shift in his partner’s body. His insides burned with extra queasiness at the concept of being talked about from across the room.

With one eye open to the narrowest slit, Elliott saw Shayne lift a hand up to his own mouth, mimicking the act of throwing up.

“I can see you, fuckface,” Elliott muttered, opening both eyes the rest of the way.

“Oh.” Shayne pressed his lips together and tilted his head, meeting Elliott’s gaze. “Doin’ okay there, old man? Need someone to take you to your coffin?”

Elliott grunted. He was in no mood to whip up a witty response. ‘Fuckface’ alone had almost done him in. “Yeah, well, you’re… short.”

“Hey!” Felix exclaimed, his gentleness momentarily abandoned. “I’m shorter than him, Elli!”

“Yes, but you’re cute, and you don’t annoy the shit out of me.” Elliott managed a weak smile as he closed his eyes. “Not as often, at least.”

“Jeez, thanks, darling,” Felix murmured, scratching lightly at Elliott’s scalp. Elliott reckoned he’d have gotten a lot more verbal protesting from Felix, if Felix hadn’t been somewhat clued-in to how awful he was feeling. He’d pay for it later, maybe, but for now, he’d enjoy these subtle shows of affection.

“Oh…” Shayne clicked his fingers after nobody said anything for a few minutes. “I get it now.”

Felix’s fingers slowed to a stop as he became distracted again. “Get what, bud?”

“This Lestat guy is an asshole, right? And you had a crush on him, Fee, so that explains…” Shayne gestured towards Elliott. “You know.”

“Lestat,” Felix hissed, his voice strangely low, “is not an asshole. He is complex and misunderstood.”

Elliott didn’t have time to wonder why his partner was jumping to defend a fictional character, instead of his non-fictional life companion, because that was when a strained, sickly groan rang out in the room. Maybe it was just that Elliott’s senses were going haywire, but it seemed as though it was louder than the audio of the movie.

Elliott’s eyes flew open, darting once over the room as though there could be some other explanation for it; a wild animal loose in the house, a faulty fixture about to give out. When he was hit with a cramp that made his breath hitch, he couldn’t convince himself that it’d been anything other than his stomach losing the battle with his nausea.

If Felix realised things were escalating as they were, he was acting very nonchalant about it. His fingers were still carefully working through Elliott’s hair.

Elliott shifted so that he was leaning over his knees, eyes glazed as he stared at the floor.

“Oh,” Felix said softly. His hand hovered near Elliott’s head as it lifted from his lap. “Is it…?”

Elliott pressed the side of his fist against his mouth to stifle the deepest burp yet, feeling the air rush and churn through his insides. His belly felt so heavy, like it was filled with bricks. The mental image didn’t exactly make him feel better about what he was about to do.

“Yeah,” he forced out, voice thick. He felt Felix take his other hand. “It’s about that time.”

“I’ll come with you –” Felix was already getting to his feet.

“No, no. Watch your movie. I’ll probably be back in a few minutes.”

Felix gave a tiny whimper of protest, but sat back down.

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Elliott was shaking after, and he cursed his stupid hands as he cupped them under the tap and lapped up a few mouthfuls of cold water. His insides felt the cold more intensely these days. He supposed his throat and stomach were constantly expecting blood, hot and fresh from the vein, not water straight from a pipe. He tried not to think about the liquid trickling into his disturbed stomach; it’d just stopped flipping itself like a pancake.

He eyed the stairs with weary desire as he wandered back into the darkening hallway. Felix wouldn’t be mad if he abandoned the movie and went on up to bed, and Jesus, did bed sound like absolute bliss over the chaos that was happening on the other side of the door to the front room.

And yet, with his brain fogged with exhaustion, he found himself heading back through that door.

All eyes had been watching the movie, but quickly shot to him.

“Again,” he mumbled, “don’t mind me.”

Charlie abruptly did as he was told. He and Shayne had swapped positions since Elliott had left; Charlie was lying on Shayne now. Shayne looked back towards the movie a second or two after Charlie did. The overall atmosphere in the room left no doubt in Elliott’s mind that he’d been talked about in his absence.

He could feel Felix watching his every step as he came back to their sofa. A sympathetic smile spread across the smaller boy’s face as he patted the cushions and opened his arms for Elliott to sink into.

As he leaned into the embrace, Elliott ventured a glance towards the TV screen. Louis and Claudia seemed to be meeting Armand for the first time, but the colours and lights still felt like tiny explosives repeatedly hitting Elliott in the corneas.

The little groan that escaped his throat was involuntary.

Felix pressed a kiss to his cheek, then leaned back to examine his face. The little crinkle of concern between his eyebrows never failed to make Elliott’s heart flutter. He carefully held his breath and allowed his head to tip downwards into Felix’s lap. He hummed in trepidation as the ache in his stomach throbbed, and curled his legs up loosely on the sofa cushions.

Felix touched Elliott’s head as he picked up on the anxious sound he’d made.

Elliott peered up at his partner from below. He let himself smile at the way Felix's fingers felt in his hair.

The crinkle between his eyebrows didn’t soften, but Felix’s eyes brightened at the smile. His fingers lightly tugged a lock of hair loose and began to twirl it.

Elliott shut his eyes again.

Somewhere nearby, a movie continued to play. Felix made little comments here and there, educating Shayne and Charlie on the significance of his favourite parts. Shayne told him to shut up at one point, but Felix didn’t. Somewhere nearby, the rain continued to fall and the fire burnt itself out, but Elliott didn’t focus on anything but the lap under his cheek and the fingers in his hair.

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Laurel Wreaths & Animal Teeth (4)

(c!Technoblade x fem!Reader)

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“Come ON Wilbur! Come with me to check out the huge village I found the other week!” shouted Tommy while making sure to get in his older brother’s way as much as possible. He figured if Wilbur was focused on him and not whatever ‘super important’ shit he was busy with then he’d join him.

Wilbur meanwhile was doing everything he could to sidestep and ignore said younger brother. Now usually he’d humor the much younger boy but Wilbur was sorta busy at the moment. There’s been murmurs of unrest within the L’manburg territory lately since new faces have joined their country.

Apparently they weren’t happy about the fact that Wilbur was a self appointed president, and likened him to a dictator because of it since no one got a say in his leadership role. Which Wilbur thought was highly unfair. He’d fought tooth and nail for his country, so they could have and enjoy all the freedoms to do as they pleased without Dream and his cronies breathing down their necks.

Everything he did he did for his country. But he didn’t want them to see him as some unsympathetic tyrant who didn’t listen to his people. He’s not Dream, he actually listens when they speak, even when they say they don’t like his self appointed role as president. So yes, Wilbur was sort of busy with more important things than goofing off and finding some random village. But instead of snapping he just sighed and said,

“Tommy, I’m working. We’re supposed to be running a country, remember?”

The aforementioned boy let out an aggravated sigh, he knows they have a duty to L’Manburg, he’s not stupid! But he also knows they need to be allowed to have some fun now and again too! Or they’ll go crazy! And Tommy was sure Wilbur would go mad if he stayed cooped up inside all the time working! So this was his way of dragging his brother out for his own good.

But Wilbur was being especially stubborn (wonder where Tommy got it…) and was refusing to budge.

“I don’t have time right now Tommy! Ask Tubbo or Fundy to tag along. I’m sure they’d love to go vandalize a village with you,” Wilbur distractedly said as he wrote down some notes in one of his books.

Tommy was tired of fighting Wilbur on this and decided to hell with it, he’d just take the L this time. So he scoffed and said “Whatever” in the most pissed off teen voice he could physically summon and turned away from Wilbur and stormed out of the brunet president’s house, making sure to slam the wooden door as hard as he could on his way out.

It seemed like all Wilbur did was mope around and WORK since they’d won independence from the Dream SMP. What the hell was the point of even FIGHTING for said freedom if Wilbur wasn’t even going to enjoy it??

Tommy pushed those thoughts away and went to search out Tubbo, he could always count on his best friend to follow him into some mischief! Unlike SOME people. And thankfully it didn’t take the rambunctious blond long to find his friend, and with a grin he ran and jumped on the shorter boy, making him yelp in shock and nearly fall. But then Tubbo saw who it was and started laughing and shoving the taller boy away half heartedly. But after goofing around a bit Tommy remembers why he’d searched out Tubbo in the first place.

“Oi Tubbo, come with me to this weird village I found the other week. I was gonna explore it when I found it but Wilbur said there was an emergency and I had to leave before I could,” he said as they both walked along the main path.

“Yeah sure, but why was it ‘weird’? Was it one of those ones that’s built somewhere stupid like half on a cliff?” Tubbo asked with a laugh.

The two laughed and Tommy explained that the village just looked different? Like there was no cobble! Which was ridiculous because in his opinion that was the best part of villages was all the cobble buildings. Not that he was biased or anything like an American.

But Tubbo just laughed and said sure, they could go check it out. He didn’t have anything else important to do today anyways. Tommy gave a triumphant ‘yeah!!’ because at least he got ONE of his friends to not be a total loser and go out to have some good old fashioned fun with him.

Tubbo told him to lead the way so they were off.

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Many blocks away in your village you were getting out of your ‘shower’, which was really just a waterfall hidden by thick trees and hanging vines behind your temple home. But it was the best shower you’d ever used thanks to how the water fell over you in huge sheets. You’d honestly stay in it for hours if you didn’t hate being bored just standing there. But you did get bored, so you got out and began drying off.

Once you were dry you started getting dressed in your usual outfit, then once done you paused before reaching down to grab the newest item of your outfit..

Your mask.

...

After your… horn discovery the week before you’d just laid in bed all day for a couple days. Not leaving your temple for any reason, not even to shower or eat. You’d have been feeling worse if you’d actually needed food but thankfully you didn’t, so when you finally got your ass in gear and got up to bathe you only felt marginally like shit. At least you had until you went to go bathe…...

But on that first day up you’d just stared at yourself in the reflection of the water and sighed. You didn’t have the urge to cry anymore, so that was a good thing. But you also weren’t a fan of the new horns or glowing eyes you’d had since ending up here. You weren’t even sure what KIND of horns these were?? And… call you crazy but you SWEAR they were bigger than they were before your stint laying in bed..

They’d only been little nubs before, not even as big as your thumb! But now they were at least five inches long and sort of splitting at the tips? It looked weird and honestly felt even weirder what with that velvety texture covering them. You made the foolish mistake of grumbling to yourself,

“Things couldn’t get weirder, right?”

And as if the universe heard you… you discovered a new ‘appendage’ on your body while you started to wash your body off. You’d been lost in thought, just scrubbing yourself with a soapy washcloth when you’d started reaching around to wash your back, your washcloth brushed against something protruding from the base of your spine, right above your ass. This time you didn’t start panicking, you think you were still worn out from the days previous, so instead of freaking out you just slowly craned your neck around to see if you could glimpse the...thing.

A tail.

You blinked, shocked but also.. confused? What in the absolute fuck? Why? When?? This time there was no sobbing or breakdown, you were honestly just puzzled. Are you ever going to STOP growing animal traits or what? Under any other circumstances you might even call the tail cute. It was small, probably just smaller than your hand and about the same shape too. And the majority of the top of it was the same color as your hair, but the sides (and underside after you got curious enough to look under it) were a soft white. With how you were in water the tail looked rather unimpressive and you couldn’t identify what kind of tail it was, but if it was at all connected to the horns then maybe deer? Or caribou? Reindeer? The last two seemed more likely since those animals’ females actually grew antlers you think.

Having to adjust to all this new shit practically every other day was giving you a headache. With a tired sigh you rubbed the area around the base of your antlers, soothed slightly by how the action dulled your headache. But you couldn’t ignore the issue at hand, so you swallowed down your unease and instead just decided since you couldn’t control these… unnatural features then.. well, you’d just cover them up or since that wasn’t possible for the horns now you’d just disguise them?

You’d been stumped for a while on how to even DO that but eventually you’d gone down to the village to feed the animals and you’d watched the armorer leave his house to get started working for the day. And you’d noticed the mask he wore pushed up on his forehead. That’s when the idea for a mask hit you. But you didn’t know how to make or even craft a mask, so you’d gone to the armorer and asked him about it. It was hard to grasp what he was saying clearly but after the months living with the villagers you’d picked up some stuff and could understand them some.

So you let him show you how to make a standard iron mask like his, though the first one he’d made hadn’t fit you in the end so he’d made a second after tweaking the size a bit so it’d fit your face right, since your face shapes weren’t the same. But you were thankful and said so after you put it on. Though the eye holes still revealed your eyes, which you didn’t like. You asked how hard it would be to put reflective lenses in them to prevent your eyes from being seen.

That question turned into the armorer calling over the cartographer, the stonemason, and the shepherd oddly enough to help him out. They were murmuring and crowding around the armorer’s workstation while you watched from the edge of the porch where you sat idly. You didn’t want to hover over them like some busybody, so you sat patiently to see what they came up with together.

And after a while your patience was rewarded when they came over to show you the fruit of their collaboration. And it surprised you how gorgeous it was, which wasn’t fair since you had 4 skill masters working on it together for you.

The mask was actually very beautiful.

It was a white half mask that only covered your eyes, forehead, and upper nose/cheeks but left the lower half of your face bare. And you think it was simply painted white because it felt about as heavy as iron, but the part that amazed you was how it almost looked Venetian in design. On the forehead of the mask was a golden sun, and golden floral swirls came from the corners of the mask and curled near the cheeks and sides of the sun on the forehead, making the mask look elegant and almost vintage.

But the best parts in your opinion were the glass lenses in the eye holes. They were reflective and the same colors as your banner! You don’t know how the villagers did it but the edges of the lens were a goldish orange and the color faded into a violet in the center. You worried you wouldn’t be able to see through them but when you put the mask on you realized the lens only gave things a VERY slight blue/grey tint. So slight in fact that you could fully ignore it if you wanted.

And the second best part was some of the floral swirls actually swirled UP past the top edge of the mask and rested against your horns, giving the illusion that they were somehow part of the mask. Actually with the mask on you could almost trick yourself into thinking you were just wearing a cool looking Mardi Gras mask!

You clapped your hands in glee and couldn’t help the excited sound you let out as you gushed and told them it was perfect! They all let out bashful happy murmurs and generally looked shyly pleased with your praise. You tried to give them each some emeralds but they refused to take them, grunting and shaking their heads each time you attempted to push the gems towards them. Eventually you gave up and resigned to accepting the mask as a gift, but you’d definitely do something nice for them later, to make up for their hard work.

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You’d taken to wearing the mask at all times when not in the privacy of your temple. Which wasn’t very hard to get accustomed to. The mask was lightweight and the lenses honestly helped shield your eyes from the glare of the sun so win/win. And it also made your horns, in your opinion at least, less in your face. Which was good because they were definitely still growing. You could tell. And the split in the tip was now more pronounced, making you wonder if they were like… reindeer antlers? It would fit with the tail currently growing out the base of your spine, said tail that now looked REALLY like a fluffy little deer tail since the hair/fur on it had dried.

One good thing was that your tail wasn’t long or huge and could actually be hidden relatively easily under a shawl you tied around your waist. So that was one less thing to worry about. Though your life would infinitely be easier if you didn’t have to deal with all this inhuman bullshit. But you supposed life wasn’t fair and expecting it to be was foolish.

“At least I’m not part some weird animal like an aardvark or something…” you mumble to yourself, trying to view this whole thing in a ‘glass half full’ sort of way.

You’d decided to relax and unwind from your recent discovery by just taking things easy for a while. First day since you got the mask and such you just chilled and started a small farm for yourself. You didn’t need the food but the process of building the farm and toiling the earth and then sowing the seeds was actually pretty therapeutic. The repetition of it all was pretty calming. Just you, your gardening tools, and the earth beneath your feet.

The days following were pretty much the same. You’d tend your garden first thing in the morning after your shower, then you’d go off to find something else easy to fill your time. You took up feeding the animals, making flower boxes and planters around the town to make it more colorful, potion brewing, and even fishing. Which was what you were doing right now actually.

You were sitting on the edge of the pond next to your temple, bare legs in the cool water and your back resting against the side of another grass block, an enchanted fishing rod you’d traded the town fisherman for sitting stuck in the ground next to you while you relaxed. The day was actually quite beautiful and nice. Sun streamed down over you from between the bamboo behind you, fluffy fat bees buzzed overhead as they hunted lazily for pollen, and you were close to dozing off.

“Hnn! Hnn! Hnnn!!”

At least you would have dozed off if you hadn’t heard one of the villagers sorta freaking out. You looked up and saw one of the farmers panickedly shuffling about at the top of the small hill to your left. You wondered if zombies got into the village again? But no it was sunny out, they’d be burning if they did. Illagers maybe? But how would they have gotten around the bamboo and prickly berry bushes?? Well there wasn’t anything else for you to do than do see what was wrong.

You put away your fishing rod, got up and dusted yourself off before hurrying up the hill after the villager. You trailed after them down the lantern lit path but so far didn’t see anything, but you perked up when you heard telltale sounds of one of the iron golems fighting something and taking damage. That put some urgency in your gait and soon you were running to see what was going on. You rush past the fletcher’s home and then the cartographer’s right after but nothing. Then you finally round the corner where the market is set up and see at the very end of the path next to the cleric’s church is the altercation.

You sprint down the path, yelling for the villager’s to stay inside until you ring the town bell as you run past them. You hear the doors slam closed behind you and you manage to get to the problem right as your iron golem gives one last cry before getting poofed. You gasp sadly and then glare when you hear cheering. A blond boy that was shorter than you hopped down from a dirt block tower and scooped up the fallen iron ingots the poor iron golem dropped upon its death.

You were so pissed that you ignored the nagging feeling in the back of your focus that said this kid looked familiar. It wasn’t until he finally turned to look at you that it hit you. Holy shit this kid looked… and sounded.. like that minecraft youtuber, TommyInnit.. Like eerily so. You’re glad you’re wearing your mask so he can’t see the deer in headlights (*ba-dun-ts*) look on your face at the sight of him. And your shock didn’t fade with him speaking. If anything it reinforced the idea that this kid was weirdly reminiscent of that youtuber.

“Holy fuck! You are a MASSIVE woman. Wait, who the fuck are you?!” he said in a loud tone of voice as he looked up at you. It made your eyebrows furrow. You were NOT that big! He was just short! You even crossed your arms and told him so, which earned a snicker from the little brown haired boy in dark green overalls next to him. The blond boy scoffed, looked fully offended, snarked back that you were about the same height as a ‘bloody fuckin’ iron golem!’ so yes you were huge.

You glared at the little TommyInnit look alike and instead of arguing about your height you started scolding both boys, which they hadn’t really.. expected? At least from the surprised looks on their faces (which still had the roundness that came from baby fat). The brunet rubbed his elbow and sort of toed the dirt under his feet while the blond crossed his arms and almost looked to be pouting from the scolding.

“My height isn’t the issue here! The issue is you two barging into my village, killing one of my iron golems, stealing the loot from it, and scaring my poor villagers!! What in the hell were you two thinking?”

The blond tried to cut in, to defend himself but he barely got out the first syllable before you held up your hand to signal for him to silence himself as you snapped,

“I do NOT wanna hear it! You treat others this way?? Like they’re nothing, like their possessions and peace of mind don’t mean a damn thing?! Shame on you both!!”

By the end the two boys looked properly scolded. The brunet wondered if THIS is what it felt like to get scolded by one’s mother, and if it was then he’d like to avoid it for the remainder of his life. And the blond meanwhile actually didn’t have anything to say, or more accurately he didn’t know what to say to not feel like he was in massive trouble.

You meanwhile were just annoyed at this point, so you held you hand out (causing both boys to give you wondering looks) before you demanded the iron ingots that the blond stole from your slain iron golem. He got all in a huff, saying he earned them and they were just ingots- but you slapped that train of thought down with an angry,

“EARNED?? More like STOLE! After you killed my iron golem! Now give them back! I have to use them to make a new golem to protect this village.”

The blond sputtered, face blooming red at being blatantly called out on his theft, before muttering in embarrassment and pulling the ingots out and practically tossing them at you. You caught them and returned them to your inventory before shaking your head at the two and saying they should leave if their only goal in your village was to kill and destroy property. The small brunet quickly spoke up and said,

“No wait, we didn’t come just to mess stuff up! We came cuz Tommy said he found this place last week and it wasn’t the usual village so we wanted to explore it.”

Your stomach churned at the name.. Tommy. This was getting weird again. Way too fucking weird. But you resisted clenching your teeth anxiously like you wanted, instead you raised an eyebrow they couldn’t see and shot back,

“Oh yeah? And how did that escalate into killing my iron golem?”

This time it was ‘Tommy’ who cut in and said it had been an accident! They’d apparently been looking around when Tubbo (you felt queasy now after hearing that name too…) started fighting a spider and Tommy came over to help him, but in the process he accidentally hit the iron golem, who got pissed and smacked him.

“I ran from the thing and towered up three blocks! I knew it wouldn’t let up so I had to kill it! S’not my fault the bastard was holding a grudge!!” Tommy said heatedly, arms still crossed defiantly.

You wanted to rub your temples in exasperation but couldn’t without removing your mask. And like hell you were showing these kids your weirdo inhuman eyes. Though… if they really were the characters from.. the videos you got hooked on? Honestly this whole thing was 10 times weirder than the stupid glowy eyes or even the horns or tail.. Like this has to be proof you’re really dreaming or in a coma or something. What other logical explanation could there BE? These kids aren’t real. Nothing here is. It CAN’T be. The real people behind these… minecraft characters? They’re not here. In this place.

Before you could do a kickflip off the edge of your sanity into a full on mental breakdown you took in a calming breath and pushed those thoughts away until you were alone to give it the proper attention. And maybe so you could have your panic attack in peace and quiet. But right now you had two kids causing ruckus in your village. So you just said,

“Yeah alright, fine. I’ll forgive you both THIS TIME. But don’t make a habit of causing trouble in my village. And you can look around and explore, just don’t steal anything or hurt any of my villagers or animals. Got it?”

The two boys nodded, happy to not have you giving them that Angry Adult Tone anymore. So you turned and started walking back to the middle of the village, calling for them to come on. You had to ring the village center bell to tell everyone everything was okay.

Both boys shared a glance before Tubbo smiled and started jogging after you, Tommy right behind him, both curious about you and your village.

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