#i cant promise that all my future works will be as long as this one
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Because some people (on Discord) really like my silly goofy AU robot man, I decided that I was gonna do this! Y’all know who you are, and this is for you :)
— Skeletons in his Closet —
A robot fitted with cowboy-esque attire wandered through some mostly desolate plains. Radge was made with the intention of hunting down anyone who displeased his master, and for the most part, he did his job well.
There was only one teeny tiny little issue:
Radge wasn’t alone.
Before the game was modified (which he referred to as ‘the change’), the bot had been working on his own little creations. However, he could hardly recall anything about them because most of his memories had been wiped, and the rest were corrupted.
But the Uberbots? He couldn’t forget them. Mainly because sometime during ‘the change’, their files had somehow become unzipped, and were now living within his mind.
“Movement spotted. Potentially the target.” The Photographer said. Due to his sensitive optical sensors, he had been helping Radge with hunting down their most recent target: an oddly small Smiling that had wandered from Pafjyn’s island and was now intruding on Krozzar’s land.
They had been stalking the infected for some time now, and nearly lost it when the Photographer offered his assistance. Radge was cautious when it came to letting an Uberbot take control, so he only did it when on a mission, and away from his master.
“Hey, Radge?”
When G0lly abruptly spoke up, she inadvertently ‘booted’ Radge into the inky black confines of his synthetic subconscious. He was only there for a moment, but it felt like an eternity without his optical or auditory sensors.
“Jeez, G0lly! You can’t just butt in when another Uberbot and I are both piloting. You might throw off Photo’s focus.”
“I’m sorry….I just thought of a question and reaaaaly wanted to know the answer.”
This time, G0lly had the decency to send a direct message instead of taking control of his speakers.
“Fine, fine.” He replied. “But make it quick.”
:0
“Thank you!!”
”So…how come you only let Photographer help you out? Why can’t we do one of your super cool missions?”
Radge pauses for a moment, before sending a private message to the Photographer asking him if he could be the sole pilot for now (to which he responds with a thumbs up emoji.)
“…Well, I’ve given an offer to the Archivist in the past, and she politely declined. And you know how Canvas can get sometimes. I didn’t want them to get overwhelmed—“
“That’s weird. I never got an invite. How come?”
Oh, G0lly. She was much too pure for this cruel, dark world. Radge promised himself that he’d keep her safe from the horrors he and the others had to experience because of Krozzar.
And h̵̬̹͋͋i̴̡̺̖̔̏̀͘m̶͇͚̔̑̕͝ͅ.̶̞̟̠̝͌
“Oh. Well, I probably just- forgot. Yeah.”
“…Come to think of it, you never invite me to do anything. You don’t even let me pilot.”
Radge noted that G0lly sounded like she was on the verge of tears, even though she was physically incapable of doing so.
“Why…why do you leave me out? Do you hate me that much?”
“What? No. Why would you think that, G0ll—“
“Target acquired.”
Seeing his chance to leave this awkward situation, Radge goes to re-pilot his body alongside the Photographer. Once he reconnected to his optic sensors, Radge notices the limp figure laying on the ground in front of him.
“Is it-“
”Unconscious. Krozzar requested it be taken alive, correct?”
”Y-Yeah…”
They were essentially a robotic hitman, but Radge could never get used to the feeling of actually eliminating a target.
“I can take it from here. Thank you, Phots.”
”No problem.”
With the small infected slung over his shoulder, Radge thought that things would get easier from here.
“WH#T DID YOU S#Y TO HER?”
Nevermind.
“Heyyy there, Canvas! I thought you were taking a rest.”
“S#rry for yelling, but G0lly’s gon# quiet. She s#id that she ‘finally g#t her answer.’ W#at did you say to #er?”
“G0lly sent me a notification. Is something wrong?”
“None of your business, Archivist. Now can you please just—“
“I have received a notification as well.”
“You’re all here! Awesome!!”
”I’m trying to convince Radge that I’m tough enough to help him with his missions, and I thought that you guys can help me with that!”
“Tough enough? Oh, G0lly…”
Every wire in Radge’s body felt like it was melting. His system couldn’t handle the strain of everyone attempting to pilot at once. The bot froze in place, twitching. It’s screen flickering from one set of eyes to the next.
“I agr#e with G0lly. It’s #nly fair that she g#ts to do a mis#ion.”
“This work…this world…it’s all too much for her. I’m sorry, G0lly, but I’m siding with Radge on this one. What do you say, Photographer?”
“I have little opinion on this matter, as long as our tasks are still completed.”
“-and I can complete them!”
“Can you aLL JUST SHUT UP!?!”
Silence.
“Please….just *hhh* stop. All of you. Just stop…”
“We appear to be overheating.”
“Perhaps we overdid it a bit..”
One by one, the Uberbots slowly receded back into their shared digital headspace, leaving just Radge.
And G0lly.
She didn’t say anything, but Radge could sense that she was still there.
“…G0lly?”
“…”
“I— I won’t beat around the bush anymore. I’m sorry. You’re just…so positive. You’re the only ray of sunshine we have in this miserable world, and I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want to lose you like how I lost mys-“
“…..”
“Do…do you want to look at animal pictures when we get back?”
“That’s all you had to say.”
:)
And with that, G0lly was gone as well. But not before sending one last private message.
“I’m still kinda sad…but I get it. Can I at least help you and the Photographer find targets?”
“Maybe.” Radge replied as the familiar sights of the heart of Krozzar’s domain faded into view.
“Just maybe.”
#apocalyption#inscryption au#radge#story#long post#this was way longer than i thought it would be lol. oh well!#i cant promise that all my future works will be as long as this one
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. Chompin at the bit today ...
#it's like. i hate (romantic) love. i love love. i cant survive without it. ill be fine alone#i need security and happiness. ive survived this long without them and don't deserve them anyway#i sm completely unhinged in every sense if the word. i am the most normal person on the planet and everyone else is wrong#bc they cant or wont feel things like i do#im the worst person alive. my hands are bloody. there's so much guilt. im so selfish and life is one long atonement for my very existence#im actually just human and deserving of the same compassion as everyone else. maybe more bc im just so fuckin fragile#i have to deny myself every comfort and desire bc it is morally correct#i have to deny myself because it is easier to deny myself than have the world deny it to me#pretend that it is my choice. easier never to ask then to be disappointed and let down and alone#i have to deny myself bc of guilt. it is righteous justice. it is punishment. it is misguided. all three maybe#so yeah. having A Time. had a full on breakdown at church and not in a good cathartic way#reminder reminder of the shire is saved but not for me#im multitudes and incomprehensible. im simple and stupid and plain.#i have too many emotions. i dint have enough. i should feel more. i should repress more#im just. off to stupid little crafts. read trc BC im already insane so whatever#work again. rinse wash repeat#gonna drive myself to exhaustion at the gym#not out of health desire. but brain desire. i need to be awake but unthinking. exhausted and pained for a righteous cause#anyway. ooops. so much for being reticient and repressed#i mean. irl sure. and this is only a fraction of it. i promise to be less in the future. its better for everyone#and I'm so tired of weakness
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Just Take It | Bonus Drabble 4
Summary: You come home after a hard day at work and despite your best efforts you can't hep but let it upset you but he's always there to comfort you no matter how big or small your problems are. (A little glimpse into their future together)
Pairing: Inexperienced f!reader x Best Friend's Dad Jungkook (20 year age gap)
Word Count: 2.2K~ (y'all back to back hella long drabbles damn I'm on one tonight lmaoo)
Warning: Some suggestive language but nothing crazy lol
a/n: Damn I'm spoiling you guys but idk since I was able it get them done so quickly I thought why not 🤷🏻♀️ I promise I'll get back to the main storyline soon but these drabbles have been so cute I cant 😭 (written in one sitting and not edited cuz I need to go to bed lmao)
Requested by: @pamzn 💜
Start from the beginning
I take a deep breath before getting out of my car after pulling up to the house.
I don't know why I'm so upset about what happened today. It wasn't even a big deal but something about it just struck a nerve.
Walking into the house I'm greeted by the sight of Jungkook already making dinner and just from that first glance I'm already feeling better.
"Welcome home Bunny. You're pretty late tonight" he says, focusing on the food that seems to be something that may or may not burn if he doesn't pay attention to it.
"Yeah I had some extra work to do so I figured I would just stay later tonight and get it all taken care of so I won't have to worry about it on Monday" I say, giving his a short version of what happened without telling him exactly what happened.
"Look at you, my darling little girl has been working so hard lately" he says as I walk up to him and give him a kiss. Glancing down at his adorable apron he's wearing.
"Maybe you should be my house husband. You look so cute wearing that and making me dinner. Could get used to this" I say getting up on my tippy toes to kiss him again and he smiles into it. "You know I would make a great one" he teases, rubbing his nose up against mine.
"Can you set the table for me baby? It's almost ready" he asks, turning back to whatever he decided to make us tonight. "Of course Daddy" I tease and he gives me a smirk before nodding towards the cabinet to do as he says.
"You still have enough time before it's ready if you wanna go upstairs and change. I know you hate wearing your work clothes all day" he says after I finish the task he had given me.
"Okay" I say and make my way upstairs to do just that but once I'm alone again that playful attitude dissipates and the emotions from before start creeping up again.
I make quick work of getting changed and once I head back downstairs I walk up to him and wrap my arms around him from behind, resting my head against his back, hoping that the feeling of being close to him will take it all away and it does but I can't help but let out a few tears to get some sense of relief.
"What's the matter Bunny?" he asks, the few tears I've let fall having fallen on his shirt and dampened it and soon I let out a soft sniffle which then has him turning around to face me. Caressing my cheek, seeing the sadness written all over my face.
"Baby tell me what's wrong" he says, trying to coax the answer out of me but when the tears start to fall my freely he pulls me in and rests my head against his chest, rubbing my back and telling me to let it all out.
"I should've known something was wrong when you called me Daddy. You only do that when you're upset and not feeling well" he mumbles to himself. He places a kiss on the crown of my head before grabbing my hips and setting me on the counter, trying to make us be at eye level so he can talk to me.
When he does that though I just pull him in closer, letting out a few more cries into the crook of his neck before I start to calm down, my sniffles becoming less frequent and my tears running dry.
He leans back and tilts his head to the side trying to catch my eye and when I still don't look at him he straightens back up and tilts my chin up so he can look at my, studying me to see if he can read any signs before asking me any questions.
"Did the other interns leave the rest of their work for you to finish up?" he asks, hitting the nails right on the head and I nod while he wipes off my tears, grabbing one of the tissues off the counter to help.
"You gotta tell someone about that. It's not your job to pick up the slack for everyone else" he says, reminding me of the fact that I'm only there to do what I'm responsible for.
"I know but I'm still the new girl so I don't wanna rock the boat already" but he shakes his head at my answer. "You can't let people take advantage of you like that love, they're there to work too so they should be able to finish up their workload just like you do everyday" he says and I nod my head, knowing that in theory but still not wanting to get anyone in trouble.
"Weren't you guys all supposed to go out for drinks after work tonight?" he asks, remembering how excited I was about finally getting invited to spend time with my coworkers outside of office hours.
"Yeah but they said something alone the lines of 'Go ahead and finish this up and when you're finished text me and I'll let you know if we're still hanging out. Although I think we're probably gonna finish up early tonight'" I say, repeating what the clearly self appointed queen bee of the total of five interns in our department said to me.
"Oh Bunny" he says, pulling me in for another hug as I let out a sob, still a little emotional about it. "You've had a hard time at work all week and then they go and do this. If you don't tell somebody then I will" he says trying to come to my defense but I just laugh at his protective nature.
"It's alright. I'll email our supervisor and let her know what's been going on" I say and he pulls back and looks me straight in the eyes. "You promise?" he says pointedly and I nod my head, leaning in for a kiss, "I promise" I reassure and he looks at me clearly still suspicious of me but letting it go for now.
"Honey" I say, grabbing his attention when he decides to head over to the sink and get me a glass of water. "What's up?" I asks, and I look over at the stove before looking back over at him.
"I think your sauce is burning" I say with a cringe and he places the cup that he had been holding down before hurriedly going to turn the stove off, taking it off the heat and assessing the damage.
"I'm sorry" I say, feeling bad for taking his attention off the food he had clearly put a lot of time and effort into based off of all the dirty dishes I see littered around the kitchen.
"It's alright Darling you have nothing to be sorry about. I should've been more careful and turned the stove off" he admits and I take the spoon out of the pan and taste the sauce, doing my best to keep a poker face as he watches me attentively, waiting to see if it's completely ruined.
I place the spoon back into the pan and he waits with bated breath. "So?" he says and I nod my head and swallow down what I had in my mouth. "Yeah it's good" I say and grants me a shocked expression.
"Really?" he asks and then does the same thing I did surprised that it's still edible. "No" I giggle once he closes his lips around the spoon leaving him yanking it out of his mouth and rushing over to the sink to spit it out, grabbing the cup nearby and using it to gargle and hopefully get the taste out of his mouth.
"That's disgusting! How did you even eat that?" he asks, truly impressed with my tastebuds. "I didn't try very much. Plus I think your reaction was a little dramatic don't you think?" I tease while he gulps down a whole glass of water.
"We clearly have very different pallets because that is horrible" he says, filling up his glass one last time and gargling one more time before placing it in the sink.
"I really am sorry it got ruined" I apologize again but he shakes him head. "You're more important to me than any wacky new recipe I was trying out" he says, cupping my face in both hands and placing a big dramatic smooch on my lips.
"Should we order your favorite?" he offers, pulling up the food delivery app we tend to use. "You don't wanna pick this time?" I ask, remembering that I was the one who chose last time.
"No it's okay you had a bad day so you can pick this time. I'll just choose the next two times we order out" he says and I nod my head. "Sounds fair. Just please, don't pick anything weird again" I cringe, remembering the last time we tried something new.
"Hey! I liked those vegan shrimp burgers" he says, crossing his arms over his chest making me laugh at his pouting face. "Whatever you say Honey. Now hurry up and put your order in too I'm starving" I admit, remembering that I skipped lunch.
"You didn't lunch today huh?" he says, reading my thoughts as soon as they pop in my head. "I swear you're some kind of mindreader" I say, walking past him to get finally get that water that had been promised to me on my own.
As soon as I turn on the faucet I'm granted a slap on the ass making me yelp from the surprise of it. "What was that for?" I groan rubbing the tender flesh and he giggle pulling me in for a kiss running his hands down my back before resting on my ass giving it a squeeze.
"I told you if you wear those little pajama shorts around the house I can't be held accountable for my actions" he smiles against my lips and I hum into the kiss when he pulls me in a bit closer.
"Mmm nope I'm too tired and hungry" I say, pulling away from the kiss and he tries to chase my lips but I turn my face to the side so he ends up kissing me on the cheek instead.
He kisses my cheek a few times but then when I think he's finished he licks a long stripe from my jaw to my cheek bone and it try to wiggle out of his hold but he's got an iron grip around my waist.
"Ew you weirdo let go of me" I say squirming while laughs, thoroughly enjoying my reaction. "Aw come on I thought I was Daddy tonight" he says, switching to ticking my sides now, no doubt a distraction and a thorough effort in keeping me from getting upset again.
"Okay okay fine Daddy please s-stop" I call out, still trying to get away from his poking and prodding and when he finally lets go I run to the other side of the room to make sure he can't get ahold of me again and just when I think I'm safe he's tackling me down onto the sofa.
"Okay okay I give up you win!" I say, hoping that this tactic will get him to leave me alone. "What do I win?" he asks, amusement written all over his face and when I lean in to whisper all kinds of naughty things in his ear his face goes from amused to seductive real quick.
"Oh yeah?" he rasps and I nod my head and he gets off of my and pulls me up by hand and starts to try to pull me upstairs. "No no no I didn't say right now! We've got food on the way!" I say trying to remind him of what we've been waiting for this whole time he's been playing.
"Come on they won't be here for like another fifteen minutes" he argues and as soon as he completes his sentence the doorbell is ringing leaving him groaning at the contradiction to his claims.
"See I told you!" I tease while he walks over and opens the door to get the food and thank the driver.
"Yes! Come on let's eat!" I say grabbing one of the bags and rushing over to the kitchen table and start pulling stuff out.
"Well I guess I know where your loyalties lie" he sighs and trudges over to the table. "Oh come on you crybaby. First I eat this and then you can eat me later if you want to" I taunt and his eyes light up at the though and I swear I can see him drooling.
"Deal!" he says and se spend the rest of the night laughing and loving until the sun comes up. What did I do to get so lucky? No matter how long we've been together that is always my last thought before I go to bed and the first thought I have when I wake up next to him in the morning.
Our relationship might not be the most conventional but I wouldn't have it any other way.
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/ / LIAR!
Fandoms: Twisted wonderland
AU: Overblot - SADNESS
ANGER - SADNESS (YOU'RE HERE)
Imagine that...
Liar, crowley is a damn big fat liar. he promised to get u back to ur world, yet made u worked countless of pointless jobs. made u do all the things that lazy crow cant do. and what does he give u in return? NOTHING. not even a home to go to.. your own home. Why did the tsumtsums get to go home quickly? weren't they in the same situation as you?
you were walking in the hallway towards crowleys office with heavy steps. fist clenched while holding a letter (the letter littered with dark ink).. the crumbled piece of paper looked like it was for crowley.. it looks like it was sent after the week u defeated overblot riddle.. lets rewind a bit.. the time where the letter was in the pile of all the stacked up paperwork that crowley dumped onto you..
you were curious on what the message was written.. the letter was burnt and looked like the one who received this letter tried to burn it, rip it, or in general just get rid of it.. though, looks like it failed. you began to read it.. your expressions morphed into shock, happy, and then anger. this letter.. this was the one.. the key to getting back home.. you looked at the date it was sent of.. it was.. after riddles overblot.
Your eyes tremble from looking at the number.. huh? that.. long ago? why.. why didn't he.. you teeth began to clack and brows furrowed.. a few dark ink dripped from your fingernails and legs..
now you were Infront of crowleys door. a dark look in your eyes. this wasn't fair.. not fair.. not FAIR! you spent your days working away with work waiting oh so patiently for crowley to find u a way back home.. yet he didn't! why?! was it because he found u useful? were u just a toy for him to use to go out and play?! disgusting.
dark ink began to continuously drip from u are u slowly open the door startling Crowley who was reading a manga? well that didn't matter.
u slammed the letter onto his desk while looking straight at those glowing eyes behind his mask. "headmage.. please tell me.. what is the meaning of this letter.." u asked voice filled with visible anger and betrayal as u dipped your head down. crowley took the letter that was placed onto his desk and read it. he read over the contents as his expression morphed into shock.
"prefect.. how did you get this letter.." he spoke with caution as he crumbled that letter and placed it over the candle making it turn into ashes. your eyes narrowed and looked at the ashes that fell.. the only letter of your key has been destroyed. "i do not know where u got that letter from but it is rude to snoop and read of someones elses privacy. didn't your parents teach you such manners?" he sighed and sat down.
you eye twitched as u tremble on your spot. "how could my parents teach me when i cant even go back home because of you." you spat out making crowley frown. "your disrespect is going off limits prefect. i suggest u apologize and leave, maybe i will let u off the hook as i am -" you slammed your foot down making shockwaves sending crowley to hold onto the desk as the ground crack.
"SHUT UP!" the blot began to grow larger in size and u grip your hair in frustration. "i have learned the truth crowley. how much more are u gonna lie and gaslight me?! i have waited and waited and waited for the time, i get to finally go home! to get embrace by my parents and friends! i have a future ahead and your ruining for me!!" you started to let out angry tears and u fell to the ground and cried. "ITS NOT FAIR! LOOK AT THE TSUMMIES! THE GET TO GO HOME EARLY WHILE I HAVE BEEN HERE LONG ENOUGH!!"
The shockwave of your voice made the walls crack as crowley called for backup, he was shaking and looking at your form. your body started to get covered with blot as u cried tears of dark ink. "WAS IT BECAUSE I COULD FIX THE OVERBLOTS?! WAS I JUST A SINGLE CHESS PIECE FOR U?!!!" you continued to cry and cry as the blot spread even faster, it was also covering the walls and floor.
"prefect!" the first years and grim entered the door to figure out what the commotion was about. but they never expect this scene..
"its unfair unfairunfairunfairunfair unfairunfair unfairunfair unfairunfair unfairunfair unfairunfair unfairunfair unfairunfair unfairunfair unfairunfair unfairunfair unfairunfair....." you kept repeating the word as the time abruptly stopped. the air was filled with toxin of gas much like vils overblot.. yet stronger with the emotion.
.....
it was dark. your tears wont stop coming. u felt.. dissapointed in yourself. the solution was there all along.. the happiness and freedom u have been waiting for.. yet.. it was just swatted away with no remorse. with no other objections but to decline it. was it punishment? you have been a good child... why.. why did this happen to me.. "mama? i am scared.. please.. i need you.."
"mama.. mommy.. wahhh.!!!!!" you screamed making the building/office collapse, the people in the near area were thrown as u finally get consumed by blot.
.......
was this a dream..? please.. let this be a dream.. i didn't mean to let my emotions go.. i didn't.. u understand me right..? overblot me?
'YOU' smiled as 'YOU' embraced you. you hugged them tightly. as u sniffle and let your tears come out. "it wasn't fair.. it wasn't but i'm glad u understand me.. you were always here for me.. you wont leave me right?" you frowned and held them close. 'YOU' looked at you and grinned. "of course.. i will never leave... ever. so lets stay in our world together.. forever.." you looked at them and nodded.
ignoring the bloody scene that was infront and back.. and a single feathered hat lying ontop of the piles of bodies.. it was just a dream (name) so dont ever leave.
#➥🌙dreamer.ideas#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x male reader#twisted wonderland x reader#twisted wonerland x female reader#twisted wonderland x gender neautral reader#twisted wonderland x gn reader#twst#twst overblot#twst overblot yuu#twst overblot reader#dire crowley#male reader#female reader#gender neutral reader#gn reader#reader#yeah
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can we please get more angst? 🙏
like what if reader decides to unalive herself? cant take the grief anymore and knowing that drinking and binge eating will not do anything but just burn money and delay the inevitable. and simon is too late to save her. cue simon grieving in return and drowning in guilt and self hatred for putting her in that situation.
•°. *࿐ Drowned
ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Let Me Down Slowly - Alec Benjamin
Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Reader
pt. 1 - pt. 2
Synopsis: By the time Simon returns to your shared home, it's already too late for you. You've hit rock bottom in the rabbit hole, and Simon is ready to jump into that same hole.
Word count: 2.606
Masterlist
First of all I’d like to apologise for my two month(?) absence. I got overwhelmed with school work that I needed to focus on and some personal problems happened. For anyone who has stuck around, this is the long waited part 2 that I promised a while ago. I haven’t written anything in my long break so bear with me. Second of all you guys really want more angst from me. I was planning on doing a happy ending but this will do.
TW!! Suicide, alcoholism
For the people that wanted to be tagged: @somehopeatlast @yyiikes
It’s too much. Everything is too much. Everyone has been telling you that healing takes time. When in reality, all that you feel is despair. Instead of the wound gradually closing, all that’s really happening is your heart getting ripped out day by day. You don’t know how much longer you can keep this charade up. You’re throwing people fake smiles left and right, and ‘I’m fine’ has left your mouth more times than you could actually care for. It’s as if you’re living life as a mindless zombie. Barely doing the bare minimum to sustain yourself. Every time someone checks up on you, you tell them you’re doing okay, could be better but you’re fine. At least, that’s what you want them to think. You’re just a shell of the person you were when Simon was still here and alive. You’re blowing through your money like no tomorrow. But can you get yourself to care enough to do anything about it? No, and not for the foreseeable future. You spend your days drinking away, either at home or in bars. You’ve tried moving on, but the only thing you’re able to see in them is Simon. You chicken out before anything can get serious. Your bingeing habits haven't changed a bit, you’re on the same routine.
It's been months and you can’t get out of this rabbit hole you’ve dug yourself. Months.
It’s crazy to think about the chokehold Simon has on you, even when he isn’t physically here himself.
You’ve had enough. You’re not living life as is. You’re practically a dead person walking, a mindless being. All you’re doing is blowing money when you could be doing anything else but that. You’ve contemplated long and hard about this decision, and to be frank. You see no negatives to this option. Taking the way out seems like a way better alternative for you than continuing to waste the air around you with useless breaths.
The hooded figure that you sometimes see outside your window has started showing up less and less. You’ve made eye contact before, but before you can even mutter a word out the shadow has vanished. As if he never existed and is a figment of your imagination. You could’ve sworn that those were the eyes of Simon. His sharp brown eyes are unmistakable. You can recognize them from anywhere. But, he is dead. The possibility of it being him is simply impossible. You stare solemnly out the window. You want to see whether the shadow really is a figment of your imagination, or if it’s actually a person. But they never show up. If the shadow had shown up, would you have gone through with your plan? Probably not. As insane as it might sound, you feel a sort of pull for the shadow. As if it’s calling out for you.
When all you can see is the dark starry night. You sigh and shut the blinds. No one needs to see what you’re going to commit. You head upstairs to your once-shared bedroom. You walk absentmindedly to Simon’s bedside drawer. Revealing a small handgun. He always keeps weapons on him, or around him. To keep both you and him safe in case anyone ever dares to try anything in your own home. You pick up the piece of iron. Simon has taught you how to use it, in case there’s an emergency and he isn’t there to protect you. Back then it felt like a light piece of metal. Now, it sits heavy in the palm of your hand.
You slowly sit on the floor. Your back against the side of the bed. You expected to feel afraid. But to your surprise, you don’t feel anything at all. As if everything is numb. For that part you are a little thankful for, it’ll make this so much easier for you to do. You turn the gun in your hands. Inspecting your executioner. Minutes pass, and you’re still sitting idly on the floor. You’re waiting for the right moment. Deep down, you’re hoping that Simon will walk through the door. Wrap you up in his arms and tell you how everything is okay now. That it was simply a mission gone wrong, which made it so he couldn’t come home at the promised time frame. But as the silence of the house engulfs the house in an eerie peace. You close your eyes. This is the right moment. Simon won’t show, and he won’t show. You need to get that in your thick skull.
You look around your shared bedroom for the last time. Picture frames litter your dressers. His clothes are still hanging in his section of your closet. You put the gun away and back into his nightstand. You can’t do this, not here at least. Not at the serenity that belongs in your bedroom.
You scramble up from the floor. You pick up the crinkled piece of paper sitting on Simon’s desk. You go downstairs and pin it on the fridge with a magnet. Visible for anyone who comes looking for you. You rush outside, not bothering to bring a jacket with you. You’re not going to need it anyway. You run outside, not noticing the shadow blending in the night watching you. He wants to follow you, like he usually does, wanting to make sure you don’t do anything stupid or that you’ll regret. But this time, he can’t bring his feet to move. He simply watches you run off to whatever destination you have in mind.
You run off to the bridge you frequent with Simon. Not a lot of people go across it during the day. No one ever comes through at midnight. Giving you time alone to think and reminisce. You lean on the metal railing. Images of the various late-night dates Simon would take you on during his off days flash through your mind. You crack a small smile at that, embracing the pleasant memories once again. Your smile drops. Memories, that’s all they’ll ever be. You won’t be able to recreate them or make new ones anymore, not with Simon or anyone else. You brush away stray tears and let out a soft sniffle. You climb over the railing. You stand on the other side, peering down at the frigid cold water below. You look behind you, making sure no one is there. You suck in a deep breath, close your eyes, and let yourself slowly tip over the edge. One to two seconds feel like minutes. You feel the wind rushing past your face. Soon the cold water greets you. Despite the freezing temperature, it feels like a warm embrace. As if it’s welcoming you. You let yourself sink, letting more memories of you and Simon flash through your mind. Soon enough, everything goes black. You’ve lost this battle. Was it worth it? Some would say not, but to you? It was. You were miserable day after day. This was a peaceful alternative.
***
The shadow gets worried when hours pass by and you don’t return home yet. A bad feeling settles in the depths of his stomach. A nauseating feeling overwhelms him. He emerges from the shadows of the night. His mask was illuminated by the moonlight. He wants to know where you’ve gone. He shoves a flowerpot on your front porch aside with his foot, revealing a spare key. He grabs it and unlocks the door. It opens slowly. He steps inside, he takes off his worn boots. Not wanting to have anything traced back to him, anything that’ll show someone has been in the comfort of your own home. He looks around with confusion. He spots your phone and keys on the dining table. That’s weird. You never leave without those items, something Simon has drilled into your mind. He frowns behind his mask. He looks around everywhere. Eventually, he finds himself in the kitchen. At first glance, nothing seems out of the ordinary. He squints his eyes at the fridge. A note is pinned on the piece of metal. He takes big strides towards the fridge and reads the note. His heart sinks to his stomach. The urge to throw up is getting to him.
To anyone who finds this note. It’ll most likely be you, Price. I’m sorry. I know I’ve said that I’m fine, that I’m getting better. But I think you know this as well, that I’m not. If anything, I’m getting worse by the day. I’ll keep it short. I have nothing much to say anyway. Not that anyone would care. Don’t come looking for me. I’ll be long dead by the time you find this note. I don’t even know where I am. I might be in my bedroom, bathroom, in a ditch somewhere, or even floating in a river. On the bright side, I’m happy. Happier than ever. Don’t worry, I’ll be okay. I have Simon to keep me company.
I love you Simon, I’ll see you soon.
He rips the note off the fridge. He rereads it over and over. Hoping, no, praying that his eyes are deceiving him. That this is just some sick joke being played on him. You’ve done your fair share of pranks on him, but they’ve never been this extreme. He crumples up the note and shoves it in his pocket. He rips his mask off and throws it on the table near your phone and keys. He lets out a snarl. He slams his palms on the wooden table. “Fuck!” He exclaims. He pulls out his burner phone. He dials a number. They immediately pick up on the third ring. “Simon.” A low voice comes through. “Price.” He replies. He clearly doesn’t sound happy. He can’t let out tears, not now. He doesn’t deserve to. “Did you find something?” This sets something ablaze in Simon. He lets out a dry chuckle. “I’ve found something alright.” He sneers. He can’t help but convert the feeling of anguish to anger, and frustration. Anything but sadness. A low hum follows. “What did you find?” He takes a deep breath in. “I’ve found a suicide note in my own home.” He spits out. A painful silence ensues. “What?” He glares at the wall, lined with your pictures together. “You’ve fucking heard me. Want to explain that to me? You said she was doing fine!” A sorrowful sigh could be heard through the fun. “That’s what she said. I-” Simon interrupts him. “And you believed her?! How didn’t you see what was going on?! I told you, I fucking told you to keep an eye on her while I am gone!” He snaps. Something he probably shouldn’t do to Price, but he can’t bring himself to care right now. Another sigh could be heard. “Simon, listen. The mission-” He scoffs. “I don’t give a damn about the mission right now. My girl is dead for fucks sake!” He shouts. He continues. “I wasn’t happy with this mission. I already told you, I’d only agree to do this if you keep a close eye on her. I trusted you, Price. Now look at what happens. I faked my death, and now she’s dead!” He takes another deep breath to calm himself. “After this mission, I’m done. I’m pulling out. It’s about time I retire from this shithole anyway.” He sneers and hangs up. He throws the phone down on the table as well. He runs a hand through his hair in frustration.
He takes a seat at the table. He runs his hands down his face. A million thoughts run through his head. How did it end up like this? Multiple what-ifs pop up in his mind. What if he showed himself to you on the first day he came back to see you, would you still be alive? He lets out a low growl and slams his fist down on the table. Silent tears stream down his face. How does he always fuck up whatever good comes in his life? At this point, he’s just cursed. He can’t have happiness without something ruining it.
After he collects himself he gets up, but he still has work to do. And as much as he wants to drown himself in guilt and self-hatred. He understands that he still needs to finish his mission. He narrows his eyes as he walks out of your house. The people at the other end of his wrath need to watch their backs. Simon will make anything and anyone suffer, to make them feel the same pain he’s feeling. Deep down, he knows nothing will compare to it.
***
A fucked mission later, a hell of debriefing, he comes back home as a retired soldier. A home that has turned into a cold, haunting, and uninviting. Everything that made this house a home was you, you were his home. You aren’t here anymore. And it’s all his fault. If only he went against orders, let you know what was happening. You would still be here. If only he came to check on you more often, he could’ve seen the signs and stopped you. If only he could’ve shown any sign he’s still alive, you would probably still be here. Alive, breathing, at home, doing whatever you love to keep yourself busy while he’s gone. But no. He fucked up, and he’s paying the price for it.
For days on end, he will feel the remorse, the regret, the guilt. He would fall into the same rabbit hole you dug. Instead of you going down it. You’re already rock bottom, he’s simply joining you. He spends his time drinking. That’s what he knows helps best in this situation. Whenever he’s not drinking he’s spending time in his home gym.
A thought crosses his mind. The same one that has yours at one point. He lays in bed, your pillow still has your smell and it haunts him. He reaches over to his nightstand and opens his drawer. What he sees breaks his heart all over again. His gun. It has been moved. He’s certain this wasn’t how he left his gun before he left. He always made sure that the grip was facing him so he could grab it quickly in a time of emergency. It isn’t lying in that position anymore. He sits up with the gun in his hand. He plays around with the piece of iron in his hand. Unloads and loads the bullets over and over. Pushing the safety back and forth. Anything to distract him from the void he’s feeling in the pit of his stomach. Your note that you’ve left on the fridge rests on his nightstand. You said you were going to be okay. That you’ll have Simon to keep you company. Well, he isn’t fucking there, is he? He wants to join you so desperately. But he’s afraid, not of death. But even if there is an afterlife, would you accept him? He lied to you. A lie that cost you your life. He doesn’t know if he could endure that on top of the grief he’s feeling. But even seeing you one last time would be better than this.
So he sits there, in the darkness of your shared bedroom. Contemplating if he should join you. Something you were doing a few nights prior. If only he didn't accept the damn mission. He wouldn’t be drowning in his grief and self-hatred if he let the mission go. You would be here, in his arms. And that thought would forever haunt him until he does opt for the other route.
I’m sorry lovie, for everything.
#cod#cod x reader#cod mwii#cod mw2#ghost#ghost x reader#simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x reader#call of duty#call of duty x reader
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Streamer!Honey Headcanons Pt.5
First Part
AT LONG LAST.... THE STREAMER!HONEY HEADCANONS FINALE
Note: This may be the last part, but it is not the end of Streamer!Honey!!! Just the long-winded headcanon posts. I have more planned for the future ^^ mini-fics, shitposts, all sorts of shenanigans <3
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The punch became a meme. Honey hates it, and Guy hates that Honey hates it.
But god if it isn’t hilarious.
It took a good few months for Honey to stop beating themself up over it, and now they are able to look back on it and laugh. They even have a GIF of the moment as an alert for gifted subs.
—
Charity streams!!! Honey loves doing them. It’s fun, and for a good cause.
And, though it’s fun, sometimes it can get out of hand.
It was meant to be a joke! But, before they knew it, they hit the donation goal...
♡♡♡♡♡♡
HFDJSFEJGGFJSK
IM FREAKING OUT
CANTWAITCANTWAITCANTWAIT
I can’t believe they’re actually doing this 🤭🤭🤭
I DONT KNOW IF MY GAY LITTLE HEART WILL BE ABLE TO HANDLE IT
The sound of the door opening made chat go mostly still.
Honey, very reluctantly with an embarrassed scowl on their face, stepped into camera view.
They stood stiffly, pondering how they ended up here. Here, on stream, in front of thousands of perfect strangers...
Wearing a maid outfit.
Not even a comfortable one! It was frilly, and itchy, and the skirt was way too fucking short.
OMFGNO I FCKING CANT-
🤣🤣🤣🤣
I CANT BREATHE
OH MY GOOOOOOOD
You look so cute!!!
THIS WAS SO WORTH THE MONEY
IM WHEEZING AND I CANT FIND MY INHALERR
HSGJJFHZJAHHAHAHAH
Oh 😳😳
WHY IT LOOK KINDA GOOD THO??
[HONEY’S] TOO HOT THEY KILLED SOMEBODY
“I hate everything,” Honey muttered, as they tried to tug the dress down. It was bad enough that it was so revealing, but it also wouldn’t zip up all the way.
♡♡♡♡♡♡
It would only get worse, however, as the next goal would add thigh highs.
And the one after that would add...
SAY NYA RIGHT FUCKING NOW
AaaaawwwWWWW WHAT A CUTE KITTY
You mean “right fucking meow?”
THEY LOOK SO PISSED LMAO
SAY NYA RIGHT FUCKING MEOW
They’re gonna kill us 😭😭😭😭
IM QUEER
With what? Their wittle paws?? 😽😽
This is my phone lockscreen now
Simp
“Yeah, you all better enjoy this, ‘cause I’m never doing it again.”
Doubt it, this is the fastest we’ve ever raised money
NOOOOOOOOO
Still waiting for you to say nya
NYAAAAAANTS INGONYAMA BAGITHI BABA
ITS THE CIIIIIIIIRRRRCLE OF LIIIIIIIIIFEEE
“I’m not saying that.”
tf you’re not-
★someone donated $50★
SAY NYA BITCH
Honey heaved out a sigh that bordered a growl, and very blandly, “nya.”
As Chat cheered and went practically feral, Honey could only be glad that this couldn’t possibly get any wors-
They froze as they heard the Jaws theme start playing.
“Oh f-”
HE’S HEEEERE
YEEEEEEEESS
HoneysHeaven: wowah 😳
THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER
HOLY CRAP SOMEONE TAGGED HIM ON TWITTER 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
HoneyHeaven: hey there Honey ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
SOMEONE SNITCHED????
Honey braced their elbows on their desk and hid their face in their hands. “Go back to working.”
HoneysHeaven: I will if you promise to still be wearing that when I get home 👀👀
“I’m burning it as soon as this stream ends.”
NOO YOU CANT BURN IT YOU LOOK SO SEXYY 😩😩
The boy just wants to see you all dolled up Boo, let him have his treat
“The next 15 minutes are going to be hell.”
HoneysHeaven: oooh the next goal you put on a collar, hm? 😏😏
Guy ur killing even me rn
OH WAIT I JUST GOT GUYS USERNAME
HoneysHeaven: Honey can you send me like $70
“I am not sending you money.”
HoneysHeaven: awww cmon 🥺🥺 my break ends in 2 minutes I just want to see you in a collar
ITS FOR CHARITY
DONATE TO THE CAUSE
“I’ll put you in a collar,” Honey grumbled with their arms crossed tightly.
HoneysHeaven: wouldn’t be the first time 😉
HOW DO WE RAISE ANOTHER 500 IN 10 MINUTES
AYO WHAT????
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Guy likes interrupting Honey’s streams unprompted. He loves seeing the smile on their face. The gentle one that they wear while doing what they love. It makes him want to smother them in kisses.
Sometimes when he does this, he forgets about the mask and glasses. There have been plenty of times where he’s nearly accidentally exposed his face to the world, and it gives his honey a mini heart attack each time.
Honey made the executive decision to rearrange their setup so that the door was no longer in view. That way, Guy could spontaneously enter as much as he pleased.
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Honey was still streaming when Guy returned home from work. They had told him in advance that this stream would be dragging on a bit longer than normal.
♡♡♡♡♡♡
Honey looked up as they heard the door click open. Guy entered, waving a paper bag around.
“Honeeeey,” he sang, “I’ve brought you somethiiiiing.”
is that the boy i hear 👀👀👀
EVERYONE SHUT UP I NEED TO WITNESS THIS
DETROIT CAN WAIT THIS IS IMPORTANT
Honey eyed the bag skeptically as Guy drew closer, “should I be worried?”
“No,” Guy laughed, stopping right outside of the camera’s view. “I brought you donuts!”
“Ooh, really? What’s your motive?”
“Wha-? Motive!? Why do you think I would have a motive?”
Honey raised an eyebrow at their boyfriend and smirked.
Immensely offended, Guy scoffed, “what, am I not allowed to bring the most important person in my life a treat? Purely out of my own volition and the kindness of my heart?”
“I was joking before, but now I’m actually suspicious...”
“Just take the donuts, Honey,” Guy softly spoke with a warm smile, holding out the bag and leaning forward.
When Honey’s hand brushed against his own, Guy leaned closer, his other hand cupping the back of their neck. He held the bag up to hide his face from viewers as he placed a gentle kiss on his partners cheek.
Honey, growing ever more flustered, let out a nervous chuckle as they pushed Guy away and accepted the gifts.
AWWWWHDWSAIHDGDKDSBIDS
ITS HAPPENING
OMG
NO
DID HE KISS THEM??
WHERE IS THE CLIP I NEED TO SEE THAT AGAIN
When you’re so lonely you’re living vicariously through someone in your screen
UH YEAH THATS THE POINT
OF COURSE
I GOT THE CLIP I GOT IT
Chat wouldn’t stop talking about it for the entire rest of the stream.
And for the next 4 streams after that...
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Chat knows that Guy is important to Honey. No other roommate of theirs has ever become such a big part of their life, everyone knows that they have to be something more.
They stopped bugging Honey about it after a year. It's just kind of common knowledge that these two have a lot of chemistry, but asking straight up about their relationship won't work.
Not that having an answer would change anything, Chat loves seeing how happy Honey is with Guy.
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It took a little over a year for Honey to agree, but finally they are streaming a game with Guy!!
They're playing Raft. Honey in their streaming room, and Guy in the living room. They're communicating through discord, and Chat is having a blast.
♡♡♡♡♡♡
"Did you finish building that engine yet?" Honey asked, filling a chest with some items.
"No, I thought you were going to do it," Guy answered.
"I literally told you to go ahead and make one two minutes ago!"
"I was busy distracting the shark while you were scavenging all that shit underwater!"
We should get them couples counciling
Guy can't keep being shark bait ooh ah ah 😭😭
I still don't understand the point of this game
It's his destiny
Raft
raft
The point is raft
RAFT
"Honey, I think I'm dying. My hunger bar is low."
"Then eat something, we have plenty of food."
"I don't think I can make it back in time," Guy whined.
"Wh- where are you??"
You could practically hear Guy's pout, "I went back on the island because you were mad at me."
"I am not mad at you," Honey responded, exasperated, "where are you at on the island?"
"Uhmm... I'm in a place with lots of trees."
"Okay, I'm bringing you some shark meat."
"The shark is dead?"
"Yeah I killed it."
[HONEY] MOVE FASTER WE CANT LET HIM DIE
They are playing the game so wrong I am ripping my hair out
Tip: multiple sails will make you go faster
They can play however they want to 😡
The only right way to do anything is the [Honey] and Guy way
"Oh shi-" Guy started, "I'm dead."
"You're fiiine."
"No, my character just collapsed from hunger."
"Don't be dramatic, I'm almost there."
"I'm not being dramatic!! I died!!!"
"A little death never killed anybody."
Honey found Guy's character, limp on the ground, and picked him up.
"Alright, you big baby, I'll take you to the bed."
"Oooooh," Guy sang impishly, "you're carrying me to bed?"
"Yep."
"What are you gonna do with me once we get there?"
"When we get there, you are gonna build that goddamn engine!"
Upon arrival to the raft, Honey discovered something...
"Where the fuck is the bed??"
Guy coughed out a laugh, "oh, uhm- I might've taken it with me when I left."
"Why would you do that!?!?"
"Because you were mad at me!!!"
"I swear to god-" Honey dropped Guy's carcass on the raft and went to collect materials to make another bed.
"Honeeeeey," Guy whined, "this wooden floor is hard."
Honey sighed, "I'm making you a bed, hold on."
"Come lay underneath meeee."
AGDKSGAKBFK
Boi he wants them under him 👀👀
Can't believe they let Guy die, I'll never forgive them for this 😢🤧😖 /lh /j
Our boy really stepped up his flirting game 😳😳😳
Too bad [Honey] is too oblivious
They're not oblivious, they're an asshole
A distinct sound of sharp teeth chomping into their hard work caught Honey's attention.
"Fuckin' hell," they murmured, "the stupid shark is back."
"Hurry up making the bed and I can kill it," Guy offered.
"I thought you were making the bed," Honey retorted.
Guy scoffed, "Honey!!!!"
"I gotta stab the shark, hold on."
Cold blooded
Yeah
They don't deserve Guy I'm gonna kidnap him
That shark is an endangered species!!!
DoNT YOU DARE GUYNAP OUR BELOVED BOY
Finally, finally, Honey returned and placed Guy's character on the bed. He sprang up immediately.
Guy's cheerful voice started up, "yayyy, thank you Hone-" and was cut off with a yelp.
The shark had glitched through the bottom of the raft and attack Guy. It scared him half to death, but Honey?
Honey was laughing hysterically.
And it was music to Guy's ears.
Gasping for breath, they kept trying to say something, but continuously fell into a fit of giggles.
Guy was barely able to form his own words without laughing, trying to feign offense at his honey's joy in seeing him hurt. But hearing them laugh so heartily? He couldn't help but melt.
And he didn't want to just hear it, he wanted to see it.
"I'm coming to get you, Honey!" He announced, just before darting towards their room.
"No, no no!" They tried to object, but it was too late as Guy came bursting in.
They were in his arms and on the floor in an instant, tears streaming down their face as they tried to breathe.
Their face hurt from smiling, and they tried to calm down, but as soon as their breathing slowed Guy started to tickle them.
"Guy-! No!! Stop it!" They squealed and squirmed, but to no avail. Their previous laughing fit left them exhausted.
🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
I feel like we shouldn't be watching this
HES SO CUTE????
GUY FACE REVEAL!!!!!
EVERYONE SHIELD YOUR EYES
TURN OFF YOUR DEVICES THIS IS ILLEGAL
Wait I think I've seen him before!
When all settled down, Guy and Honey were nothing but a mess of tangled limbs on the floor, just barely out of frame.
"I love you, Honey," he said softly.
Honey smiled, "I love you too."
—
When the couple realized that Guy was no longer anonymous, Honey made him start carrying pepper spray while he worked.
Gotta keep the boy safe.
The End.
A/N: Thank you for reading the Streamer!Honey series ♡ I've loved writing it, and it makes me so happy that you all loved it as well!
#redacted streamer!honey#redacted audio#redactedverse#redacted headcanons#redacted guy#redacted honey#redacted fanfic#redacted writing#redacted au#the person that recognized guy may or may not have been asher#peep the W2H reference
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D&D Obey me- Lucifer, Mammon, + The Twins!
@trash-opposum here you go. seperate post so people can find it but here!
Disclaimer, if i do the rest, im going to avoid making EVERYONE a tiefling or aasimar, those are just for who i think are exceptionally appropriate/is how im playing them as my current dnd character is just Belphegor. If yall want me to make the others (Asmo, Levi, Satan, maybe Diavlo but who knows) let me know!
so let's GOOOOOOOO
Lucifer
Aasimar, the kind from Mordenkainen so no special extra type
Noble background, mainly cause i cant think of anything else
As for class, we have four potential options
Two varieties of Paladin, cleric, or warlock
First paladin variety- Oathbreaker
In this case he was probably originally Devotion before the revolution, and whoops! Oath Broken!
It'd either be a point of pride for him ("I fought for what I believe is right, and there is no shame in that") or he'd hide it from everyone
Second paladin- order of the Crown! obviously because of Diavlo. fellas is it gay to swear undying devotion to your future ki- *gets shot*
Cleric, then Order Domain. clerics are sworn to gods and not demons but shush his patron might still be Diavlo. in an actual D&D setting i can see him instead swearing to like Tyr or something.
he wont be healing. clerics are tanky he's out here ordering people to drop their weapons and then fucking murdering them
Warlock, gotta be fiend patron. im not sure if its possible to be your own patron but itd be funny as shit. worse case its fiend patron with some flavor homebrew as i call it to literally just be a fiend in his own right climbing the infernal ladder as he levels up
i promise the others wont be as long
Mammon
Earth Genasi as those are descended from the Dao, which are the greediest genie. Also, they just look rich with gem-like stuff growing in cracks on their skin you just know Mammon's one of them
Charlatan background. he is scamming people left and right and it works
Rogue, thief subclass. Honestly any subclass other than Arcane Trickster (hes not smart enough) or Scout (hes not equipped for the "outside of civilization" shit)
Unlike for Lucifer, the others have Backstory! Woo!
Mammon is the son of a Dao and a human. His human parent helped him escape from the Elemental Plane of Earth, but then he was left on his own
So. He quickly learned how to con people. At first it was for survival, and then greed.
He found Lucifer while running one of these cons. In particular, his "con" was a vanishing act. He claimed he could become "one with the earth" when really he was curling up on the ground and casting Pass Without Trace. Lucifer saw through this illusion and threatened to out Mammon as a conman, unless he joined him as his ally. So, he did.
Lucifer keeps him in check, but that's not to say Mammon isn't fully on the straight and narrow
Beelzebub
Tiefling!!! variant tiefling favored to have fly wings.
Outlander background, ill explain why in a sec
Barbarian. Need I say More?
actually i will- Totem animal, spirit of the bear. Since bear gets resistance to all damage (other than psychic) while raging and i feel that works with Beel more than anything
now for his backstory! he isnt canon in the campaign im playing belphie in but his backstory has the same catalyst. When he was five years old, the kingdom he lived in was caught in a rebellion against a tyrant. In which, Beel saw his older sister get killed by a royal guard. Belphie was going to be killed- but was protected by a tiefling in a knight's armor (my previous character who was killed. rip avi)
Beel, in his five-year-old mind, just ran. He took off without a second thought- a decision he now regrets deeply.
He ran into the surrounding woodlands. And gets an Atalanta-style backstory. For those who dont know, Atalanta was a princess who was abandoned in the woods and raised by bears
So Beel is raised by bears. Which is way better than being raised by wolves
They teach him how to hunt, gather, and its all well and cute. He sometimes entered the rebuilding kingdom to trade in leftover meat for clothes and weapons- and, to try and find Belphie. No luck.
Eventually, Beel grows to be a powerful warrior. Hangry, sure, but his rage hold the rage of freaking bears. so keep him fed. please.
Anyways Lucifer and the gang (everyone minus belphie) encounter Beel in the woods, watching the cubs. Beel agrees to adventure with them. He says goodbye to bear mom and promises to visit- hopefully, with his twin, next time.
Belphegor
hehe its ME
Zariel Tiefling but i dont give a shit about the infernal legacy its just There. tail is a cow's tail he basically just looks like his demon form
Hermit background. again ill explain in a sec
Druid, circle of stars! to people about to scream "i just checked the wikidot why he no circle of dreams??" because that doesnt have to do with dreams and sleep as i wished it did. its the obligatory faewild subclass. i hate the faewild subclasses (other than the bard one that ones fun)
Currently n the campaign im in we're level 5, so his two wildshapes are wolf, and a bull. But he also has his three starry forms due to being circle of stars.
now. backstory! strap in this is Long
he's saved by my previous dnd character- Avi- and is taken in by him and his husband when the rebellion was over.
Except. due to seeing his sister die and not seeing his twin after that, Belphie assumed the worse and thought that Beel also died and he was the last one of his family
He fell into a pretty deep depression and had no motivation to do anything besides sleep, cry, and eat very tiny portions of meals.
eventually his adoptive dads start telling him stories. and. surprisingly. they seem to help! Belphie is still a shrinking violet but he eats more and can cook and do basic chores!
And Then Avi Goes Missing
His husband- Skull- asks the now 11 year old Belphie if he wants to come along to find him. Belphie declines, saying he needs to get in control of his life and some big quest is probably just gonna leave him with more trauma
Skull lets him stay home, and gives him one of his feathers. So if Belphie ever needs a hand, he can call Skull over and. well. have one of his dads at least
For five years, Belphie took to studying druidcraft, and the stars. He also enchanted his favorite pillow to float and be able to carry him. So he had a little more comfort when going out to buy groceries. He'd make detailed star maps to sell in return
When the sun rose on his 16th birthday, he left a note at home saying he felt ready to tackle his own destiny, and left.
He had a brush with Lucifer, but not Beel. so close, buddy.
Anyways he arrives at The Hunters Guild, finds his parents again, and takes residence in the observatory, where he studies his stars and druid magic again. But also, sleep and dreams.
and. yeah thats where we leave off! god that was long im sorry
#obey me!#obey me shall we date#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me belphegor#obey me beelzebub#im sorry this got So Long#also to people who dont follow me for obey im sorry about the sudden hyperfixation#but its my blog yall just visit here
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something fluffy / yoon jeonghan
➝ Reader x Jeonghan (?)
➝ coffee shop!au // slice of life // fluff // nonidol!au // OC has a platonic (?) crush on han but who doesnt
➝ word count: 2.4k
➝ haven cloud masterlist (can be read as standalone)
➝ What’s playing in Haven Cloud
➝ A/N: i have no idea why this is going slower than i expected and i cant help but feel sorry ;-; hopefully i'll be able to finish this before the year ends? or is that too low of a goal anyway i hope you enjoyed this and pls dont forget to drop by and tell me your thoughts <3
When you had only started working in Haven Cloud, you’re not sure what to make of Jeonghan.
The guy is way too beautiful not to be a celebrity, and when he greeted you with a wink and a playful smile, you didn’t even dare to think he was flirting with you because there’s no way someone like him would have that kind of motives towards old plain you.
Still, it was a little hard figuring out what to make of him, and it’s only after three months that you finally understood that Jeonghan is just naturally friendly towards everyone that he’s sometimes borderline flirty with or without meaning to. One thing for sure though: it’s clear that Jeonghan never has any ill intentions, and contrary to how he looks, Jeonghan is quite easily persuaded if you just whine a little and pull your pitiful face.
In short, Yoon Jeonghan is just a big softie for those around him despite the cool, flirty image he’s holding up as Haven Cloud’s one and only handsome pastry chef. And it’s not helping the, uh, admiration you have for him. It’s a crush at most, one that you used to have towards a senior in high school; that you know wouldn’t grow into anything else and is barely even romantic.
You suppose Jeonghan is much too easy on the eyes, and as much as you have nothing romantic towards him, sometimes you still get flustered when he stares at you a little too long, or when he mindlessly pokes your cheek just to annoy you.
“Say aah,” his airy voice suddenly says, a piece of tiny choux almost forcibly shoved into your lips that you have no choice but follow as he says. “How is it?”
You hum as you appreciate the sudden sweet exploding in your mouth. Jeonghan has been doing this a lot these days, making all of you try his latest creation because he’s been experimenting with new ingredients and new techniques for a future event Chan has briefed you all a few weeks ago.
“Mmm. Definitely not your best work, but it’s better than the last choux you made.” You scrunch your nose and look at Jeonghan apologetically. He puffs air into his cheeks, a little upset but grateful nevertheless for your honesty. “It tastes good. But the dough is a little too heavy for some reason. What fillings do you have so far?”
“Chocolate, vanilla, and chocolate rum.”
“Chocolate rum?” You look at him in betrayal. Vanilla is literally your least favorite flavour out of the three but that’s what he’s been feeding you these whole time? “I want to try chocolate rum!”
Jeonghan looks conflicted for a second, but it’s Seungkwan’s annoying voice that answers you.
“Too bad he’s already perfected the chocolate rum,” he grins, popping a small choux into his mouth.
“You made Seungkwan try the chocolate rum?” You whine, pouting at the older guy like a child as Seungkwan teases you some more before making his way back to the hall.
“To be fair, I’m currently trying out the doughs, not the fillings. I’d be wasting too much ingredients if I made chocolate rum fillings for all of my trials.” He smiles at you sheepishly, though you don’t relent until he promises he’ll make another batch next week.
“Next week? It’s Friday and I’m craving them now because of you.”
Truthfully, Jeonghan can simply ignore you and be done with it. He knows you well enough to know you’re not actually angry at him, that you’re just playing annoying and you definitely don’t mind waiting until next week. But, like you’ve said earlier, Jeonghan is a big softie and sometimes he’s unsure how to say no to everyone in the cafe because the big brother in him strives to both make all of you suffer and cater to all of your needs.
“Actually, I’m going to the cafe tomorrow to make them so you can drop by if you want?”
“We’re off tomorrow, though? Didn’t Chan say he has somewhere to be and decided to just close the cafe for the weekend?”
“Yep. I asked if I could borrow the kitchen for practice and he said okay.” Jeonghan shrugs, then reminds you rush hour is coming in a bit and you should probably leave the kitchen before Chan yells at you again. “So. Come by if you don’t have anything to do? Or you can always eat them on Monday, I suppose.”
You eye the tray of choux next to Jeonghan, and you swear you can taste the chocolate rum in your mouth if you stare at them long enough.
Guess you’re going to the cafe tomorrow.
“How do you perfect the shape, exactly?” Soonyoung looks at the dough curiously as Jeonghan works on them.
“I’m just talented that way,” the older guy shrugs with nonchalance, a lazy grin on his face and it blooms into a laugh when you threaten to pour more water into his dough so he couldn’t shape them. “Why are you here again?”
“Didn’t have anything to do and Cherrie said she’s coming to the cafe to be a ‘choux tester’ so I decided I want to become one too.”
You barely listen as the two guys continue to talk, opening the small fridge you guys use to store your food right next to the big fridge for the cafe’s necessity. It’s almost lunch now, and you skipped breakfast because you couldn’t be bothered to make anything, which means you’re hungrier than you usually are at these hours but you’re not hungry enough to eat an actual meal right now.
“Han, can I eat these?” you ask as you show him a slice of crepe cake. “Is this yours?”
“Yeah, sure. I bought it then forgot to eat it.”
He chuckles when you squeal a little and do your usual tiny dance when you get to eat desserts. Most of the time, he’s sure you’re working in Haven Cloud for the discounted dessert and all the dishes he makes you try.
He’s not complaining though, one of the reasons why he became a pastry chef in the first place is because of how happy his sister was when he asked her to taste his first perfect baking and how her eyes twinkled in delight once the spoon went inside her mouth. So to see you, or anyone, really, being delighted over desserts is something that always swells his heart.
“Han, say ‘aah’.” Jeonghan jumps when your face pops right in front of his, a small spoon shoved into his lips. He hums once he tastes the layers of cake, his mind already separating the ingredients within. “Where did you even buy this? It tastes better than the usual crepe cake we buy.”
“My sister’s friend has just opened a new bakery and their signature dish is this cake.” He nods in approval as he swallows. He’s always liked crepe cake, but they’re too much of a bother to make that he never bothers trying. If there’s one pastry he wouldn’t make, it’s this one; they’re too much work and having to put them layer by layer will never end for someone who strives for perfection like Yoon Jeonghan. “It does taste much better than I expected. Give me another bite.”
You snicker before you feed him another then take a bite yourself, and it’s Soonyoung who snickers next, looking at you both with a shake of his head.
“Do you realize you guys act like a married couple sometimes?” He huffs, then walks towards you to also take a bite. He’s oblivious of the flustered look the both of you have, too busy appreciating the taste to notice you’ve gone quiet out of nowhere. “Anyway, should we order lunch?”
Jeonghan snaps out of it first, only a little taken aback because he’s never really had anyone say anything of that kind to him. Despite what he’s heard people say about him, Jeonghan actually has very little experience in romance and is very shy when it comes to it.
“Mmm. I’m kinda craving for some katsu, actually.”
“Ooh, I know a good place!” Soonyoung answers almost immediately, his face lighting up. “But it’s not available for delivery. You guys wanna go there or…?”
“Jeonghan can’t leave his dough, Soon,” you scrunch your nose and take out your phone to open the delivery app. “Let’s eat something else.”
“Or I can go by myself. I don’t mind.” Your best friend shrugs. “It’s not that far from here too and I want them too now that I’ve mentioned it.”
As per usual Kwon Soonyoung style, he’s out of the door before any of you can stop him. But, then again, you know you’d be too hungry later on if you take more time to ponder about what to eat so it might be for the better that he goes to buy food now.
“He didn’t even ask what kind of katsu we want to eat.” Jeonghan chuckles to himself and continues his way with his dough. “By the way. If you open the big fridge, I already have a batch of chocolate rum choux ready.”
You light up at the mention of the sweet treat that Jeonghan actually laughs out loud. “When did you make these?!”
“I’ve been here since seven in the morning,” he grins, and then tells you the current batch he’s working on is the last one for choux because he needs to practice for the other menu. “I think I found out why I kept on messing the dough. The batch this morning is almost perfect, so…”
You pop one of the choux into your mouth, and you frown the same time you squeal about how good it is. “This is perfect! What could you possibly fix for this?”
“You’d know,” he winks and cracks his neck from side to side. “God, my neck is stiff. I’ve been making these for hours.”
“You should rest then.” You look at him in worry, and it’s only then that you realize how he has hot patches on the back of his neck and on his arms. He always gets like this when he wants to perfect a recipe, and while it’s admirable that he’s going to this extent, it always worries you everytime it happens. “You’re about done with the dough, aren’t you? A little more and you can leave it in the oven?”
Jeonghan nods and exhales a deep breath; he really doesn’t want to rest now, but his arms are hurting and he knows it’s going to be a pain in the ass on Monday if he continues working. Thankfully, he finishes in about ten minutes and, after putting them inside the oven, the both of you go out of the kitchen to sit down on one of the sofas in the cafe.
“Christ, my back,” Jeonghan stretches from his seat. “What are you making?”
“Tea. You old man can’t handle too much caffeine, right?” You tease him from behind the counter. “I’ll make you some peppermint tea to help you relax.”
Jeonghan isn’t usually too fond of tea either and you know this, but he agrees that peppermint does make him relax and it’s something he direly needs right now.
You slide into the seat next to him out of habit, because it’s usually you and Jeonghan, Seungkwan and Chan. You share a look with him for a second and laugh at the same time, probably thinking of the same thing at that moment. You’re about to move and sit in front of him when he pulls you down, his head immediately claiming the spot on your shoulder so you’d stay in place.
“You make a good pillow,” he claims, his voice so soft like he’s about to fall asleep any second. As if on cue, he yawns into your shoulder, his fluffy hair tickling your cheek. “How longer do you think it’d take Soonyoung to come back?”
“In about 15 minutes. He texted me just now. You can take a short nap, I’ll wake you up once the food is here?” You offer, unsure if Jeonghan is more sleepy than he is hungry.
“Mmm. 15 minutes is cool,” he moves away from your shoulder and tells you to move to the edge of the sofa. You follow his words without even asking why, and, before you can even ask, he lays down sideways on your lap, facing away from you.
You chuckle at the familiar scene in front of you. These boys can be very soft at times and it’s beyond cute. Chan is the youngest but he’s literally the only one that doesn’t hog you; Seungkwan and Jeonghan would do this from time to time, just latch on to you in any way possible when they’re extremely tired and are in need of physical comfort. (Sometimes they latch on each other too, but they always choose you when you’re around for some reason.)
You let Jeonghan sleep 5 minutes longer before waking him up, the food Soonyoung brought is already set on the table by then. He groans a little when you bounce your legs, then takes three more minutes to actually get back to his senses. He’s just about to take a bite when the familiar ding of the oven rings throughout the kitchen, so, to no one’s surprise, he abandons his food and dashes to get his choux out of the oven.
The smell that fills the room once Jeonghan comes out with a tray of choux is heavenly, and you, too, abandon your food for the sake of tasting the choux first.
“Did you fill this with chocolate rum too?”
“Some of them, yeah, because there was a bit left. But most of them are vanilla.”
You happily take the choux Jeonghan hands you, the pastry still warm that you blow air into it out of reflex. Jeonghan looks at you in expectation, then breaks into a wide grin when your eyes widen the moment you swallow. That’s how he knows his dessert is a big success.
“Han, what the hell!” You hit his shoulder harder than you meant to. “How did you make it so fluffy on the inside but crispy on the outside? This is the fluffiest choux I’ve ever had!”
“Not the most delicious?” he grins, then takes a bite himself and urges Soonyoung to taste some too.
“Like it’s not obvious.” You roll your eyes, then tell him you’re bringing some home and he has no right to tell you otherwise. “This will be sold out in seconds. Tell you what, maybe we should not serve this. I kinda want them all to myself”
Jeonghan scrunches his nose shyly at the compliment, then tells you to shut up before he picks up his katsu again. Despite knowing he’s good at this, there’s something about getting validations from the people in Haven Cloud that makes him happy; perhaps it’s the fact that he knows for sure these people appreciate him and his works.
And as he watches you and Soonyoung hum happily at the taste of his choux, Jeonghan is once again glad he chooses to become a pastry chef.
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5/4/24
she left me 2 months ago and the pain is still so real and unbearable. 8 years of our life gone, she is now a stranger we dont talk, i want to talk so bad but she wants to move on and asked us not to message i want to talk to her everyday but i need to respect her decision's she still hasnt blocked me and i cant bring myself to block her number, not that it would do any good as i know her number off by heart, i managed to get the strength to archive our conversations so im not constantly seeing her name and our life everytime i message someone, i had been messaging her out of desperation and longing for connection with her and i can see by the read reciepts that she is seeing my message but choosing not to respond and it just hurts so much that this is clearly what she really wants and she is trying her hardest to get over me and us.
she tells me "We pushed it as far as we could" in reality she pushed it as far as she wanted. she tells me that she wants to have a family and she doesnt see a future with us after 8 years so she needs to leave me and find someone else to have a family with. she's 26 and wants to have kids before 30? so she cant waste any more time with us. i spent my life serving her, but it wasnt enough. i gave her everything. i literally made her breakfast and dinner every day for 3 years to prove my love to her, i flew her business class around the world i showed her a life she never dreamed off. i was there every day when she got home waiting to hear about her day, i ALWAYS made and had time for her always. she was my purpose i lived to serve her.
all i ever wanted was to marry her, everyone use to have a go at me saying "why dont you marry her?" "hurry up and put a ring on her finger" like i was the problem? she was the one that would never commit. all i wanted was a family and life with her.
I know her past trauma's have played a huge part in all of this, she come from a very broken family and has carried alot of trauma her whole life that she refused to deal with and that leaked into our relationship in so many ways. i truly believe if she had of dealt with her passed issues we would stil be here. she was not the only one to blame i also brought issues to the table but i have worked and turned myself out inside as a person to try and fix/overcome these and i feel i really did.
she had an avoidance schema which was a real issue she would always run and shut off from us whenever things were hard, my mind is constantly telling me she was overwhelmed and her avoidance schema kicked in and thats why she ended it as there was no good reason to end it, weeks before she ended it she was telling me that she was finallly ready to get engaged after 8 years?? im so confused? I worry that she has realised this was an overreaction to a minor problem but her pride is stopping her from saying hey this is blown out of proportion can we try and fix this?? i would come running! i'd lay my life down to fix this, what ever it took whatever love she needed it is hers. I worry by the time she comes to this conclusion i will have moved on, not because i wanted to but because the pain is to great and i dont want to take my own life from grief. does one ever truly move on? will i still think about her in years too come?
there is that weird sense of hope that we will get back together but i cant hold onto that.
when we first started dating she saw a psychic (I dont believe in that stuff)
but he told her that she was going to meet her partner and they would be together for life like penguins and that she would have twins with them.
over the years i truly believed that and i made that a promise to myself that she was my penguin and that we would be together forever and have twins and i held onto that promise for so long, that promise got me through the hardest time in our relationship and now i feel its been broken it makes me sick to think that im not her penguin and some other man might be? she will have twins and a family with another man? makes me want to curl up and die.
It hurts so much that she wants to move on she couldnt do it anymore 8 years, meant nothing i know she wasnt in it for a long time i just kept pushing and pushing and exhuasting myself trying to fix it, i knew in the back of my mind that it was over a long time ago and that we wouldnt work in the future. she was my best friend though and the only family ive ever had all i wanted was to serve her and love her but there was always this twisted gut feeling in my stomach everytime i thought about our future, not from fear just uncertainty. we broke up once before for a short period of time and she bought someone back to our house within a couple days of us breaking up my mind reels at the thoughts of who she is with now who she is seeing.
**DREAM
I had a dream last night that we met up and i asked had she been with anyone else i asked her and i wanted her to say yes so i could hate her and move forwards in my dream she told me after a week of us separating that she had been sleeping with someone else she began to describe the sexual encounter to me with such joy saying it was hot and sweaty and that they didn't use protection and i remember feeling such a sense of a rage and sadness and sickness all at once in my dream, the though of her with another man made my sick.
**DREAM
i woke up and i felt relieved as my mind was still telling me that was a real conversation and i hated her and could let her go and after properly waking up and realising it was a dream i cant shake the feeling the thoughts of that dream and what it meant to me. now i feel like i need to know if she is sleeping with other people so i can move on? WHY IS MY MIND ATTACKING ME LIKE THIS?
i want to know that she is with other people so i can hate her so i can detach as i feel thats the only way i can move forward but at the same time i dont want to know either.
i have no interest in other women right now, i dont think i ever will. i gave her every part of my heart and soul. ive only ever slept with 2 people in my life and have no interest in sleeping around being with other people, the thought makes me feel sick.
everytime i see anything slightly sexual it reminds me of her it makes me feel sick to my guts as to who she is with.
i was her first and she was my second and to be intimate almost every day with the same person for 8 years is so special.
i think its a mix of jealousy and fear
fear because i know what other men are like and what they are capable and that she has not been exposed to how feral men can be and jealousy because what if she finds someone better than me? what if they pleasure her better or love her more. what if she is more attracted to them then me?
she said to me that she still loves me and thats not that she doesnt want me she just doesnt think we have a future?? which is so insanely confusing cause how can you love and want someone but not be willing to commit to marriage and life together and risk going out into the world and hoping you find the connect you had with someone else.
she was my bestfriend, all i wanted was to be around her and in her presence and i think that makes this all so much harder for me. i feel like im one of those people that is always surrounded by people but feel so alone always. she took away the loneliness made me feel complete and normal
maybe it was bad that i needed her to make me feel that way, maybe i should learn to feel that way before getting into another relationship. thats what everyone tells you to do. but does anyone actually truly do that? does anyone ever wait untill they are complete and feel whole before getting into another relationsip? i feel like if you were complete and happy being alone you would never get into a relationship at all so i feel like that kind of advice is a lie? what else would compel you to be in a relationship if you have learnt to be happy alone, i understand women having a biological clock and im led to beleive that some women have overwhelming maternal instincts and the need to have children
but as a some what succesful male, if i learn to be happy aloen and enjoy my own company? why would i want to get into a relationship what would be the driving force behind that?
so i think that type of thinking is a lie and fanciful.
i feel scared to go back home, i know i need to though. i left the state i live in to go stay with my cousins for a wgile to try and clear my head i dont know if it has helped our made things worse? im genuinely not sure.
im so scared of running into her, im so scared of running into her with another man. i dont know how to deal with these feelings of fear and jealousy. i just love her so much and my heart screams for her day in an day out.
even writing this now i feel sick at the thought the she is talking to somoene else and flirting with them and doing sexual things with them.
i think the hardest thing for me to grasp is her being sexually intimate with someone else. that seems to be the trigger for me to spiral and feel sick.
my psycologist told me that those are grief thoughts and to label them grief thoughts and that they will pass but they just make me sicker and sicker everytime i think of them.
im not eating, im not sleeping all i do is train. i feel so insecure and so scared i feel like ive aged so much in our relationship and that im ugly and un lovable so im just destroying my body to stay fit and become stronger than i am. i worry its becoming a mental ilnness almost a body dysphoria i hate myseld and everything about myself.
she was younger than me buy a couple of years and i know she is going to date someone younger than me and they will be fitter and stronger than me and it just hurts so much to think that.
i get angry cause i feel like she used me and robbed me of my life and my best years and that she never had any intention of seeing this through. she just used me as a vessel to get her setup in a career and financially.
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((Artist's Update))
(( I wont be speaking in character what so ever. Just me. Some may know me as @ag-piers , some as @ask-dimentio-the-jester , however, behind the artists between roleplaying as those 2 characters, it's just me. Firby
It's been a while, maybe even years huh? I love this blog not gonna lie, but I wanna explain stuff in 3 points! Let's start shall we? ^^
(( So..much...stuff..
Lately, I have been drawing a lot of other things, being more into the Kirby community. I took a break from the SPM community due to seeing how much drama existed and in reality, Kirby has always been my #1 favorite and SPM my 2nd.
Don't worry, I miss drawing Dimentio and I want to draw him again, just need ideas on how to draw him since...well I drew him in so much ways through the ask blog I cant think of new ideas for him haha.
Streaming - Something I have been doing for at least 2 years! I would Roleplay as one of my characters I've made years ago.
I am always roleplaying as him in the streams. Yes I know. I'm female and he's male, yes I change my voice for him.
-@AG_Piers' Stream Link-
I also enjoy roleplaying with people there! Currently, I'm streaming TTYD Remake, and roleplay that my viewers are characters from the game! It's so fun, I'm enjoying it a lot. Perhaps one-day SPM Remake?!?!?
Yes Vtuber, I promise I'm family-friendly & not..."weird"...like the other ones out there.
I even draw in streams on Saturdays! (not rn cuz of ttyd remake)
((Of course i do! I'm too addicted to art to stop...
Art - I cant stop drawing so still doing art! Simultaneously rping that my character AG_Piers is drawing. Have I ever told ya that I love my character I've made?
Kirby art mostly, some original art, and hopefully Dimentio again!
@ag-piers is the main account with all the arts!
You can ask questions in that blog too. I may or may not draw it in the style I have been doing it in this blog!
(Making my own kirby fan merch and original characters merch and hopefully soon I can sell them! Maybe a dimentio sticker even in the future-)
(( I'm even trying to do more animations as you can see! Simple, but something!
"It Has been a while~"
(( We've had some fun, silly, serious, and depressing moments with this Dimentio ask blog. It was fun, I enjoyed it a lot actually! I still have that Dimentio plush, I still love Dimentio a whole lot. Still my favorite Mario character of all time.
I do miss drawing him and hope I can draw him again, not as an ask blog but just casually in my main account for now.
Don't worry tho! I won't quit this blog, just a long break is all. Who knows how long at the moment because I'm doing so many projects right now wanting to do more stuff like making fan merch and making my characters something more than just drawings. I guess...and then work, but, rest assured, I will NOT completely quit/abandon this blog. I just need a very very long break.
when I ever do come back, I will decide what to answer and when to answer, like whenever I have free time and wanna draw a question!
As for now, taking a break!
If you just enjoy the things I make, art I do, etc. You look into my main account. All links are in the above that I've mentioned.
This is NOT a goodbye, but a "To Be Continued..?"
#ask dimentio the jester#dimentio#ask dimentio#super paper mario#super paper mario dimentio#jester#artists on tumblr#ask dimentio super paper mario#ask me anything#ask#ask blog#dimentio fan art#dimentio spm#dimentio super paper mario#super paper mario fanart#spm#AG_Piers#Thank you for your patience!
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"the church on ruby road" thoughts + reactions
(tumblr is broken so i cant delete this space without breaking the post :))
"you saw a ladder in the sky and you thought, yeah, ill give that a go, babes" rose tyler CALL OUT
"what's the problem with hanging on? it's all the friction and the weight and the burns. so i got rid of that" and that's why u are still Fucked Up doc. this is NOT how u do rehab!!!
"learn the lenguage" eyes emoji "coincidence is what makes the baby tasty" EYES EMOJI
"it sitches you in. it weaves you into the day. you become all complicated and knotted and vivid"
"it's like a tapestry, it's gorgeous" self congratulating ur own writing, russel? sldkfjsdlkfj
"like the best, like wow" 13 and ‘fam’ walked so 15 could run
"a screwdriver needs screws" (so whenever the screwdriver works it, it works by resonating articulations and undoing binding agents, but it cannot do “untangling”)
VENTILAITON SHAFTS!!!! (my "this new era is the cartoon era" meta is born)
"amazing!" "no it's not" nothing changes lol
this feels *so* wilderness years (positive)
the MASTER knot you say....………………………...
"i've got no one" aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
"it's not magic, it's a lenguage, like a different form of physics" he’s coping about the “little” salt mistake still...
damn 15/ruby chemistry is so good….. can't wait for it all to go up in flames. And tragedy. Flaming tragedy.
"but only one of them stayed" mirror...? QUICK someone count how many companions have there been and if it's 33?????
im having sm emotions wtf
honestly ppl thinking rtd would retcon this were so hilariously off-base lol as if there's anything more of a catnip-plot for a soap opera writer than a “figure out parental origins” plotline
follow the crack... the crack in time and space...
it bothered me that in the special they used so much contemporary colorful theatrical lighting, that didnt fit the "grounded" doctordonna era at al, but it works much better here in that we're properly in the color ncuti era
"dont say that" aggggggggggggg
(ppl forgeting about ruby feels kinda clara coded / foreshadowing?)
"then why are you crying?" im going feral
"i will fix this" rtd voice: he will make it worse
oohh, the hubris in this ep was the arrogance of the doctor saying "they are NOT time travellers" sdklfj
baby catching... xena coded
blue / gold motif my beloved!!!
its a wonderful life~
"everything i do just makes it happen" -> "maybe im the bad luck"
"where are you goin now?" nbd just ruby going to buy some bread at the same store as yaz
CONCLUSIONS!
this was so wholesome t.t i really enjoyed that!! it has some lore implications and long-run stuff but mostly i’m really glad to finally get some new stories/a new vibe.
I really enjoyed the glimpse we got of ruby’s family world and also love that both mine and 15’s reactions was “i’ve only had ruby for half an hour but if something happened to her i’d murder everyone here and then myself probably”. her wardrobe is beyond iconic.
besides the “biggest family in the world” parallel, the bb photos in the fridge give me like… TTC’s o"ther lost incarnations are their siblings vibe". Or, every "other time lord is technically the doctor’s children" vibe.
aesthetically, i really enjoyed this one. Specially The Big Scene (13-era blue/gold motif my beloved). This is one i see myself rewatching in the future just for the feel-good feel of it. the goblin number was fun! a clever parody of how much of pop uses “baby” and sweets-related metaphors for the sake of romance and here it becomes all for the sake of cannibalism lol (big brown eyes, caramelise~).
15/ruby being *so in* tune is cute+fun (and slightly sus). promising start to the new era.
#bro i hate this current post editor sm lsdkfj#really need to get used to just doing the posts on markdown#the church on ruby road#dw spoilers#dw meta
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[A person with long dark hair is sitting in front of the camera, their bangs obscuring their left eye. They also wear a blue and teal striped scarf.
They look up to their right, "is it on?" A hand reaches down and points at the camera. The person looks at it, "oh cool, thanks." After a few seconds the sound of a door shutting can be heard. The person clears their throat.
"hey shiloh of the future. its me. shiloh of the past. dr baerns said it might be good to record this. so you hear all this stuff from me- er, you. whatever lets not get into technicalities.
so fair warning im about to say some pretty weird and pretty scary stuff. dont freak out. well dont freak out too much. you have my blessing to freak out a little.
so basically whats going on is you might be missing some memories. the doc said a month or two could be gone. but theres a good reason i promise.
okay. so basically we- i- fuck this is weird. i am dying. not normal dying either, like.... terminal illness shit. dr baerns over here said 'hey shiloh, youre so cool and awesome, we got this experimental procedure to keep you from dying young."
so me? us? whatever i said 'yeah man im not dying young lets do this' and anyway im in some weird hospital laboratory thing. uhhh its a little bit weird here. but yknow. ill take my chances cause ive got a whole ass life to live.
i dont know the full details of what theyre doing but apparentely its something about 'physical relocation of consciousness' which sounds scary as fuck but yknow we ballin.
but if youre watching, future shiloh, that means it probably worked. congratulations. youre dying at the normal rate. go to college, be an archaeologist. sorry about the whole memory thing. but uhh. were alive. fuck, if this works and i get to live again, i just cant fuckin wait.
stay cool, future shiloh."
They fiddle around with the keyboard on the desk, muttering a couple swears under their breath. After a bit, they let out a triumphant cry, "aha! theres the end recording button, you sly dog."
They look back up at the camera, "oh one more thing before i go. if youre watching this future shiloh, hug mom for me."
They find the button much quicker this time. They look up at the camera one more time, and give a faint smile.
The video ends.]
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so thats the real shiloh huh. they really wanted to... live.
i want to go back to college so bad. for their sake, for my sake. i want to live life again just like i wanted.
i want to hug mom for them. for me?
but i dont even know if im shiloh anymore
this isnt fucking fair
#pkmn irl#pokeblogging#pokemon irl#zero two arc#tw: memory loss#tw: terminal illness#tw: death#tw: medical experimentation#tw: identity loss
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Its not funny or quirky youre taking ALL of the weight on your shoulders and offloading the entirety of it onto the shoulders of whoever is closest to you. whether they want to deal with it or not. When you do that you make other peoples lives harder. You can convince yourself its an unmovable part of who you are but thats just not true and you know deep down youre just flinching. you cant sit here and tell me youre stagnant and it cannot be changed. I 1000% believe you believe that and cant see a future that isnt what youve only known your entire life but i promise i swear on my life to you kill me if i am wrong it seems like hard work because youve psyched yourself into believing it is. It isnt. Its so easy. Its as easy as trying to get the end result, and the middle steps dont matter. No one is looking over your shoulder to make sure you do it the right way. No one. Not a single person. Take the easy way out if you must as long as no one else will have to deal with it its fiiine whatever you do to get from a-z is fucking fine, even if its out of order or a weird pattern that only makes sense to you. Nothing is going to happen to you. The most that will happen is someone will say next time do it like this instead. And you dont have to take that criticism personally bc u literally didnt know it before…. Youre not a mind reader and youre going to make mistakes. Thats a them mistake, not a you mistake. If theres a detrimental middle step that has to be done in a specific way when someone asks you to do something but they never mention that integral part and get mad at you guess what thats not your fault thats their fault for not telling you. like making mistakes is not a big deal. Idk if its the all or nothing mentality young people have towards mistakes and wrongdoings but its not… the end of the world to do something wrong. You cant help what other people dont tell you.. if they take it out on you just be straight up and say “sorry you didnt mention it” and if theyre still mad its a them problem not a you problem. Water off a ducks back. Ignore it. Shit its not like they can do anything to you about it…? they cant ground you. they cant put you in jail. They cant legally assault you. They cant do anything like the most that would happen is someone saying you cant do that thing anymore. I hope that helps some of you psyching yourself out into thinking you cant do something unless you have the exact specific steps spelled out to you. I ultimately feel like it comes from a deathly fear of rejection and mistakes.
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STAR MY BELOVED 💞💗💓🩷
okay basically i just need to vent a little and you’re actually the loml so who better to vent to than you🤭
okay but basically i’m so fucking stressed cause i’m leaving for korea on thursday and i have so much to do and i feel like i don’t have enough time? also i’m just so fucking scared and just feeling very meh rn. i’m gonna be flying alone and just so petrified of something going wrong, or me forgetting something important or just that something awful is gonna happen. and also just really feeling weird and lonely and just idk how to explain in but i’m just feeling EVERYTHING so deeply right now and i actually hate it so much. i just don’t know what to do with myself and i’m just struggling with every simple thing right now which feels pathetic cause why am i struggling basic stuff like eating and working and just things that should be simple? and easy?
i don’t know if any of this makes sense and also i’m sorry for like spamming you with this but just needed to get it out and you just feel so easy to open up to and so comforting so yeah🫶
BUT I LOVE YOU AND I HOPE YOU’RE DOING WELL! ALSO YOU’RE SEEING SKZ? THE HAN JISUNG? UGH I LOVE THAT FOR YOU AND YOU DESERVE IT SO SO MUCH MWAH👩❤️💋👩
HI MY BABY I MISSED YOU HOW ARE THINGS 💞💞💞💞💞☹️🫶🫶💞🫶 you’re going to KOREA !!!! That’s so fucking exciting RAHHHH WE ALL CHEERED but I still totally understand being scared of flying alone !!! The first time I flew alone was for a business trip for my work across the country and I was literally PETRIFIED. The thing that worked best for me was to write down a little itinerary for myself in my phone notes (when to check in, my gate info, what time I boarded/landed, all my layover info, even what snacks I wanted to buy and how long I had between connecting flights!!) I also wrote little words of comfort for my future self just reminding myself to take a deep breath and drink water or listen to music and to stay CALM. And every time I started to get nervous I just read little notes from myself and it helped a LOT. Also portable chargers!!! Are a lifesaver!! My phone was almost dead by the time I landed (it was literally like 15 hours of flying) but my portable charger literally saved my life so I could still call an Uber to my hotel otherwise idk what I would’ve done. Don’t feel so much pressure to do everything in one day! Take it day by day and get a small few things done each day, maybe write down how you’re feeling or what you still have to finish and I promise it’ll be so much easier by the time your trip comes around. It’s also so important to just romanticize the whole trip so that it feels more exciting, I was crying when I had to take this business trip and I literally searched for every excuse to get out of it but when I got there I had a giant hotel suite to myself and I ordered chocolate chip pancakes from this little diner across the street and I ate so much food and watched shitty movies alone in my room and danced to Lorde music and it was MAGICAL. Doing things alone can be so scary but really putting yourself in the moment and allowing yourself to FEEL and just make the most of little things like pancakes or bad movies can be so so healing. I hope you have so many special little moments on your trip there and even MORE special moments in Korea!!!! What area are you traveling to & do you have anything fun planned?? I love you bby, don’t stress I am here for you alwayssss!! Also feel free to spam my inbox on the day you’re flying if it helps I will be manifesting a fun & safe trip for you my angel YOU GOT THIS 🫶🫶🧘♀️👼💘💞
ALSO YES I AM SEEING SKZ AND HANJI AGAIN IM SO FUCKING EXCITED I PROMISE I WILL TELL U ALL ABOUT IT ILY ILY I STILL CANT BELIEVE IT
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AHHHHH The last chapter, just AHHHHHH, it was expected, but unexpected, I, I just can't.
I think, I dont know if this was an error or purposely, but when you are talking with <3Malcolm<3 and you have the options "I do/I'm sorry/ I could" talking about Milo and if you love him, in "I'm sorry" option, you go to the same page than "I could", again I don't know if you wanted in that way or not, but just in case I told you xD
SPOILEEEERSSSSSS
I'm so hyped for the next chapter, I can already see my MC, someone who really are a "Kuudere stereotype" (more or less he is a "serious and sarcastic type of character who is often cold, blunt, and cynical without showing any signs of emotion". But this is all facade, inside they are very affectionate, at least when it comes to their loved ones) losing his shit with all the things happening and busting in flames and drama because:
"really, I was wandering like a lost puppy all over the market for so long meanwhile people here were busy making necromancy shit, broking spines, buying-selling people as prison system and my f-ing lover/boyfriend whatever we are, (BECAUSE I EVEN DONT KNOW WHAT THE HELL WE ARE) were more worried hiding the secret I almost died for a couple of times and telling shit like "be careful" ohhhh im going to be careful, dear of course im going to, I'm going to be very careful when I catch you cause im going to kill you" and "all the people here are just worrying about keeping their secrets and making shit decisions instead of worrying about the end of the world so f u guys"
The meme of a doggo saying "Im fine" meanwhile siping it's cafe in a house in flames? That is my mc outside, inside is the meme of "gimme yo f-ing money!!" CHAN CHAN LAW & ORDER Special victim unit Being the girl my MC and all the other character and drama the doll.
Can we please choose to lost our shit? I will love my usually calm MC losing his cool and exploding in a flurry of pent up emotions (I love drama)
The worst of all? I know im going to feel so bad about Milo that, surely im going to choose the meaner option only to know the way he will react but then im going to go back and choose the better option for his mental health cause, lets be honest, the poor guy needs not a therapy, but a whole psychological office, poor baby boy.
PS: Malcolm is the sexiest, charmer cutest boy ever and every time he talk my MC simp, a lot. I loved the head?canon about him talking with the lamp lights and now I cant stop thinking about it
Okey, maybe its better for me to stop rambling, thank you so much for all your hard work! Really, you are writing a master piece, I hope you have a beautiful day
That was for sure a bug! I got it all fixed up for the next update. Kicking myself that that one got messed because the "I'm sorry" portion was kind of important for a future romance. But! I guess that's why we have wips. LOL
I like the headcannon MC you got going. That is awesome. And oddly works really well I think for a Milo romance. I think Milo needs someone that can put him in his place occasionally and who is not afraid to call him out on his bullshit. In chapter twelve, it is going to much more be about getting the information he is holding back. There are going to be some moments to get angry with him but there is a lot going on in the last chapter that it won't be the focus. But I promise you, it is going to happen in book 2. There is no way Milo could even be in the game anymore without a confrontation of some sorts. I'll let the reader handle how they would like to see that confrontation but it will be there.
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