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enhastolemyheart · 1 year

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𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 — LEE HEESEUNG

PAIRING | Heeseung x reader

GENRE | est. relationship, late night date.

SYNOPSIS | You hate when someone wakes you up, but when that person is your boyfriend, lee Heeseung, you would do anything for him, anytime.

WARNINGS | playing a sport (?), very mildly suggestive so proceed with caution, mentions of food, kissing, proofread but lmk if any mistakes

WORD COUNT | 1.6k+

A/N | hey y'all!! The heejake basketball vlog really got to me and I got very delulu lmao and this idea sparked and I decided to write it out and show it to you guys! I wanted it to be a little suggestive but nothing to the extreme, jus teasing touches and things like that (if you are uncomfortable with it then scroll). Anyways, hope you enjoy!!

"Come on, it will be fun!"

You were too tired to wrap your head around the fact that your boyfriend was dragging you to the public basketball court nearby in your neighbourhood, at two in the morning.

Let's go back a few hours shall we?

You were laying in bed with your man, heeseung. He was spooning you, one arm under your neck to support you head and the other wrapped around your waist, legs tangled with each other. Then, you are suddenly shaken awake from your peaceful slumber. You rub your eyelids and squint them; try to take in the surroundings of your room with little to no lighting in the room. you like to sleep in pure darkness.

“Come on love, get up.”

A voice brings you back to reality before you are able to fall back into dreamland again.

You turn around in bed properly to see your boyfriend. Heeseung. His newly blue-ish green dyed hair is all dishevelled from his sleep. His figure is shirtless; and some grey sweats to keep his legs warm.

“What do you want?” You whine as you turn away from him, trying to go back to sleep. He immediately situates his hands on your tummy and your back and turns you back around to face him, “I have a small thing planned for you. So please, wake up.”

You groan, "What does that have to do with anything related to you ruining my peaceful sleep huh?" You mumble tiredly. Heeseung took a moment to observe your features as if it was his first time. The way your lips were morphed into a 'lil pout or the way your hair was propagated on your pillow in all directions, you're just laying there, catching up on some needed slumber with him beside you but you just looked so adorable and cute, he was whipped, and he embraces it.

He just chuckles before taking off the sheets from your body, leaning into your ear, "It's a surprise, but you will like it I'm telling you." He hovers over you from the side before placing a chaste kiss on your cheek, then your nose, then your forehead and finally your lips. Even half asleep, you kissed back which resulted in him smiling into the kiss.

"Okay, fine." You mumble tiredly, tightening your hold around his neck. He smiles and presses light and feather-y kisses to your neck and clavicle that's showing through your his white tee. You smile in contentment running your fingers through his hair, him softly sighing at the peaceful massage.

He gets out of bed and trods to your side. You make grabby-hands at him and he shakes his head before immediately obliging. Picking you up with such fragility, he wraps his arms under your upper thighs and your legs go around his waist. You rest your head on his shoulder as he carries you to the bathroom.

He sets you on the bathroom counter before grabbing your brush, smearing some toothpaste on it and handing it to you before he repeats the process for himself. You start to brush and heesung comes in front of you, resting an arm beside your leg and another one brushing his teeth.

After getting ready, you in a crewneck of his and some sweats and he in a black tee with matching sweats, you both are out the door. You both decide to walk the way to the court, basking in the night vibes radiating everywhere. It made you feel special, like you were the one who was supposed to be here, at this time with your lovely boyfriend beside you. Your hands interlaced, your other hand clasping around his bicep, soft smiles slapped across your faces. This moment wouldn't be complete with some kisses of course. He sneaks in some kisses, planting some on your temple and the crown of your head as you walk.

And that brings it here to now.

You watch him play basketball while sitting on a nearby bench. Your hands clasped together and you blew some your breath towards it in order to keep them warm.

He looked so hot and good. The way he had sweat everywhere on his face, dripping from his hair onto the ground. He had the sleeves rolled up into a makeshift muscle tee, muscles of his arms and lags clenching as he moves and you fell in love with him all over again. The way his Adams apple bobbed as he breathed hard, respiration taking place. You kept feeling something inside.

He looked so hot (again), and effortless and mesmerising as you watched him play the sport he values a lot. The way he dribbles the ball and runs towards the basket and shoots in such an ethereal way. A fond smile would subconsciously make its way on your face as you saw him in his element. He seemed vulnerable yet on-guard, contended yet having so much to express.

As he finishes some shots, making it on the first try multiple times, you make your way over to him. He was preoccupied with doing a trick with the ball, he didn't notice you coming. You suddenly take the ball from him and dribble it and make your way further away from the basket. You curl your pointer finger as him, gesturing him to come closer. He does so and raises a brow at you.

“I will try and shoot, you try and take the ball from me.” He smirks knowing he would win this. Even you know that there is no way you would be able to beat him, but you know whenever you play with him it makes his heart melt, being interested in something that he loves to do. He squats slightly getting in position. He counts down and you start dribbling the ball.

As you dribble, you try to make your way to the basket in a calm and poise manner. You know the basics of basketball, in fact you even played it all through out highschool. When you and Heeseung started dating, you heart just beated with anticipation whenever you discussed about dates related to the sports you guys play. Now it has been a year and half into the relationship yet your heart still thumps whenever you plan stuff together doing the things you love.

Your boyfriend blocks you the whole time, preventing you from scoring. You decide to fake dribble to his right side and make a run towards the basket the opposite way. You obviously know this, but he lets you go, winning a score.

“Yay I got it!”

You exclaim jumping up and down in your place with a huge smile on your face when the ball goes through the net.

He chuckles lightly with his head shaking at your antics before pulling you close to him. He rests a palm against your head, the other going around your waist. Yours wrapping around his middle, you both stay still in the silence, the eerie breeze that is peaceful and calming, its cold as well but it doesn’t matter because of the heat radiating off of Heeseung’s physique. You look up him, chin pressed against his chest. He looks into your eyes before leaning in and kissing you.

"Have I ever told you that I love you baby?"

You chuckle, shaking your head as you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer. Hearing you chuckle could only make your man more whipped. He loves your voice very much, it's very soothing and he can't not ever go to sleep without hearing it.

"Yes of course I know Hee, and I love you too."

His grin reaches his ears before he leans and steals a kiss, you tighten your hold on him and his hands make its way to your sides, massaging your skin beneath the sweater.

"You know," you pull away from his lips but still stay close, holding his face in both your hands as you look down at his shirt. He pecks your forehead signalling you to continue, "I kinda want some ice cream right now."

He smirks, "I knew you would say something like that so that's why I got some money."

You squeal a thank you before pulling him in for a hug. He rests his head near the crook of your neck, not pulling away before leaving a kiss there.

"Come on, let's go.

"You both intertwine your fingers together before skipping out of the court. You both walk to a twenty-four open convenience mart and get an ice cream bar. Your heart skipped a beat when he paid for the two of you. You always melt whenever he does these kinda things. You mutter to him that you will pay him the amount for the ice cream later but he simply shushes you with a kiss, saying it's not a big deal.

You guys walk back home with the icy delight in your hands, your free hands holding each other as always. He suddenly pulls his hands away and you look up at him with furrowed eyebrows. He chuckles before giving you a kiss and wrapping his arm around your waist instead. You smile in contentment before resting your head on his shoulder.

"You tired?" He questions as he notices you yawn. The way you nod your head, with eyes closed and lips in a pout, leaves him on his knees for you.

"Let's go home and sleep, yeah?"

"Yeah." You stop in your tracks as you turn towards him, "thank you for this, I had a lot of fun with you."

"Of course baby." He pulls you in for a hug, "I had a lot of fun with you too."

You aren't necessarily a night person, but for him, you would wake up anytime in the middle of the night for a date just to make him happy.

A/N | Thank you sm for reading!! This is the longest I've written so far- Reblogs and feedback are highly appreciated!! Requests are open and so is the taglist. And I'll see you in the next one!

PEACE AND LOVE <33

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whiteladyofithilien · 3 months

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I am not one for sharing controversial opinions on anything that's important or trying to stir up a problem so if y'all get nasty I will delete and block and all that stuff.

That out of the way

People are absolutely allowed to ship whatever they want to ship. That is not the problem here. You wanna ship Bagginshield like they bang eight times a day... Knock yourself out. Or Gigolas like all they did was make out in Lorien or heck if you ship Sauron and Luthien go forth write your fanfics, make your fanart, let your ship flag fly!

It's the people who insist canon characters are together that aren't that bother me. I'm specifically thinking of ships like MerryxPippin or FrodoxSam or GimlixLegolas because here's the thing.

If you say guys can't say they love each other without it being sexual. You're promoting Toxic Masculinity

If you say guys can't cry in general or over each other specifically. You're promoting Toxic Masculinity

If you say guys can't be physically affectionate with each other, guess what? You're promoting Toxic Masculinity big time with this one actually

If you say people can't have a deep abiding lifelong commitment to each other without it being a romantic thing. Not only are you discrediting the asexual/aromantic experience you're also at risk of promoting Toxic Masculinity

So ship your funky ships but be very careful what you start insisting is canon based on that kind of toxic masculinity mindset that men can't be physically affectionate with each other, cry, and be willing to die for each other or spend their whole life in companionship with another dude without it being "gay". We're not middle school boys and it's about time we stopped propagating these post-wwii ideals of what is "appropriate" behavior for men because it's very clear from his writing that Tolkien's views were shaped in a world before the gung-ho emotionally absent John Wayne type became the paragon of what masculinity was supposed to be. Also he traveled and if you look outside Anglo cultures you will find A LOT of cultures with nonsexual affection shown between men. And that's GOOD as humans physical touch is an important part of our health and when it's sexualized you end up with a lot of weird views on touch and this whole mess *gestures to America and its distortions of appropriate physical affection*

So please think about what viewpoints you're promoting when you insist things are canon because X or Y. Again absolutely ship whatever you want just maybe don't act like it's a fact if the evidence you're using is from the skewed post-war views of masculinity that permeate our society

*climbs down off of soap box*

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ragnarssons · 6 months

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ok but guys. this is important. so this morning i found myself having a little argument on x formely known as twitter with a zionist blue tick. let me tell you... when i clicked on their account to see some stuff, well... well, their propaganda is going strong. i saw videos of nurses, supposedly palestinian nurses, with english subtitles talking about how she can't make blood transfusions anymore because hamas stole all the blood, and how they have no oxygen or fuel because hamas took it all. as someone who speaks only english, french, german a little bit, all i can say for sure is that these videos do not correspond with the things that doctors without borders or some english-speaking palestinians have reported. i've also seen at some point a video of supposedly a palestinian woman fleeing south or moving idk where, with subtitles saying that hamas shot the people fleeing, hamas didn't let them leave the hospital, etc etc. same as above, for example bisan tells a very different story. and you know, this is because of propaganda like that, that zionists started with calling people like motaz, bisan, plestia and all, "hamas agents". then there are obvious AI pics of the hostages, you know "this is x after 1 month of being a hostage with hamas" and obviously they're picture of kids, being malnourished and all. it's so obvious that it's AI that i don't know how anyone fell for it. but it's still their propaganda, that blue ticks, among other, participate in propagating around twitter and other social medias. now i know maybe so many people saw these, and we'll be like "duh" but i honestly live my life like not expecting anyone could produce supposedly fake subtitles over videos, when thousands of people speak arabic. are these nurses even palestinians? who knows! or AI pictures of children hostages yakno. anyway. i was shook. so please, people who speak arabic, if you see videos like these that aren't true, please debunk them.

#palestine #free palestine #propaganda

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gojonanami · 3 months

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hahah i would hope i would elected without much trouble, but hey if someone wants the position, i invite them to advocate for themselves

I think I should be elected president.

I would like to make a case for myself.

Not only am I completely obsessed with Professor Geto Suguru, but I am more than prepared to advocate for him and to be utterly and completely devoted to that man.

Not to mention that I am obsessed with academic validation, so I will work like a dog for validation that comes from him.

I will work hard to propagate the Professor Geto Suguru agenda without breaking a sweat.

I am willing to work all day and all night, just spreading awareness, converting people to our club, and proselytising with effectiveness. (But then again, the man speaks for himself, so I won't need to do much proselytising...)

Do not doubt my diligence—I will put my whole soul and body into this project.

And so, for all these reasons and more, I believe that I am suitable for the position of president.

(If you would like me to attach my CV, please let me know.)

how do we hold elections guys haha - how about this -- the ask with the highest likes vying for a certain role will be elected president

and then will trickle down into other roles :)

you are truly more qualified than i am - i do not possess your motivation nor effort hahaha - you are truly one very qualified candidate and i approve of your candidacy wholeheartedly <3

no cv necessary -- your advocacy is enough <3

#sab [asks]#sab [anons]#sab series [prof suguru]#lmao #sab [prof geto elections]#yeah that's how many asks i got about this its a tag now

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thequietmanno1 · 6 months

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TheLreads, Vigilantes ch 91, Replies Part 2

1) “Yeah, yesh, what a luck this was not like, some hyper regeneration, can you imagine how much that would’ve been a problem? luckily AfO didn’t had that developed yet. (: “- Hood’s High-end form has some similarities to the Venom Symbiote, especially in the way his body mass grows and propagates to replace damage, so I’m assuming his power worked on a similar principle, without being a genuine ‘full reset’ button like Hyper Regeneration was, which is what AFO would have wanted. Guy wouldn’t just have wanted to be healed, he’d have wanted the damage to basically never have occurred in the first place.

2) “Hum… So is plan B to hold him back so Rappa and Mirko can go outside and get backup? Terrible plan my man, the police is still in the middle of the picnic, and they haven’t even taken their nap! Don’t be this heartless! Also, what would the police even be helpful here. … They are gonna call All Might, aren’t they?”- When Superman gets a call from Gotham to resolve Batman’s problems for him…

3) “Hey guys, just an idea, but you might want to use those prop guns against her”- They never anticipated an escapee who could pull off the most tricky evasive method: Jump Good.

4) “MIRKO PLEASE WHY WOULD YOU EVEN SCREAM THAT, YOU GAVE AWAY YOUR PLAN YOU COULD’VE BEEN HIT WITH A PROP GUN BY ACCIDENT! “- I’m gonna assume that was the guards yelling out to Hood to stop her, rather than he announcing her successful escape…or she did that to distract Hood and let Rappa step into his blindspot.

5) “Oh wow what the fuck is this now that I think about it, not even the High-end could pull something this absurd”- Pretty sure this was Hood’s original Quirk, but when added with Muscular’s Muscle-growing power it was a synergy that really allowed him to expand the reach of his Quirk’s potential, and his own body mass as well.

6) “Wait what? You mean that rappa was here this whole time?! Amazing, I would have never guessed it!”-

Teleports Behind You. “It’s extremely personal.”

7) “And I think the bunny is out of the bag there. F’s on the chat for Hood, he didn’t got down with the sickness”- And now Dr Might will be in the house to bring him down.

8) “I have… an unspeakable and immeasurable rage boiling inside of my chest cavity… Not because the author resorted to pulling the All Might card to deal with a problem he didn’t knew how to solve but because in-universe this is exactly what would be expected. This is the most canon-compliant action the characters took this entire arc And that fills me anger”- Furuhashi; sticking to canon when it will most annoy you, specifically.

9) “GASP! A BUNNY! FLYING! RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE PICNIC! WHAT AN ABSURD!”- Now, bears intruding on a pic-a-nic, that’s to be expected.

10) “YEAH GUYS, WHAT A STRANGE SIGHT. I WONDER HOW THE FUCK YOU DIDN’T SAW HER GOING IN, SINCE THERE’S ONLY ONE ENTRANCE APPARENTLY”- They were all on their smoke break, and the clouds of cigarette smoke hid her from view.

11) “Yeah. Seems like we’re also approaching the end of the arc. And All might’s gonna show up in a few seconds to save the day, but considering Hood shows up later, I can already assume someone’s gonna tail it from here the moment the muscles show up. And how that connects with the current conflict with Koichi back in the present day is… … “- This was a cool arc, and gave us some fun cameos and hints as to how Knuckles turned out the way he did, but with his exclusion from the present narrative, it does feel super-disconnected to the present-day events with Koichi, save how he’s now dealing with a warped vision of Knuckles’ past legacy.

@thelreads

#my hero academia #bnha #chapter replies #thelreads #bnha vigilantes #vigilantes 91

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decamarks · 2 years

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I know people have stated many times before that Tumblr's presence as a social media site is distinct from others due to its sense of community—and this brand identity is definitely being encouraged by the site's staff/marketing team—but it genuinely does make me happy, and it makes the site itself feel worthwhile and worth caring about. I'm always intrigued by the little changes being made, regardless of if they're good or bad; it's not like other sites where every update is nigh incomprehensible to its users, and generally followed with nothing more than a sigh and a "Oh god what is it this time". I'm genuinely interested in the mechanics of all these new updates: what they serve to improve, the purpose behind their implementation, etc. That or I'm saying "Oh god what is it this time" with a bewildered, morbid sort of glee, which is equally good.

This interest is encouraged by staff blogs like changes and wip, and that's just a fun kind of relationship to have to a website. Rather than silently accepting whatever new nonsense a corporation has decided to do to their site (presumably in the interest of exploiting their users in terms of time & money), Tumblr's sense of community tends to encourage exploration of what exactly it is being changed—critically, analytically; it doesn't go unnoticed. And 'critical' and 'analytical' are two adjectives you don't find most other social media platforms encouraging in their user populace, LMAO.

It helps to see the silver linings in these types of things. The frequency at which features are added, removed, altered, broken or bugged, speaks to the humanity of the site's coders and staff—and, more likely, the occasional complete incompetency of their higher-ups, but let's not get into that LOL. Aside from a few particularly awful or unintuitive elements, these uncertainties and imperfections tend to be enjoyable and even valuable, in my eyes. They're quirks, but not in the sense of a 'quirky' fast food brand with a 'silly social media guy'—who is, in reality, the result of highly calculated marketing efforts. What differentiates Tumblr in this case is that these imperfections aren't really artificial. They're simply being embraced. And that's… kinda nice?

In a site that serves to foster expression through the digital medium in so many different ways, there are bound to be certain boundaries broken, for better or worse. Think of all the strange, inexplicable glitches Tumblr has experienced through the years. The relative lack of limitations—on file size, on media type, on character counts—naturally leads to all sorts of strangeness. A few months ago I made a post that displays as an image when viewed on a blog page, thanks to some HTML style elements I was strangely able to include. I don't know why that's possible, but it is! Even excluding silly exploits like that, users are free to play around with comically long, obtrusive posts whenever they please. The fact that "Do you love the color of the sky" is a site-wide staple speaks volumes about the kind of platform Tumblr is.

You're allowed to reblog a post 100 times in a row, and that post can be an obnoxiously long sequence of the sky. Rather than fight against pitifully low character counts, you're free to type up sprawling, rambling blocks of text, and it's up to you whether or not that goes under a read more. Your images aren't cropped or downsized, or crammed into neat, tiny aspect ratios. In terms of a clean, intuitive user experience, this is... objectively awful. And that's what makes it great. You're allowed to be obtrusive. In the near infinite space allowed, you're free to exist in any format you see fit.

It's easy to be cynical about this stuff; trust me, I'm well aware that this sense of 'humanity' is propagated primarily to create a likeable brand identity, also in the interest of generating profit from its users—but come on, that's just kind of a given, and severs aren't free. I don't think it's bad to embrace the community formed as a result of this, and I'd argue that having an interest in the site surrounding the community you enjoy is just genuinely good. I still highly encourage everyone to learn how to make their own websites (due to the plentiful easy to use resources and platforms available), but I recognize that this isn't a one-size-fits-all solution. There are many benefits a large social media platform has over an independent website, and you'd be ignorant to ignore them. And when so many websites are being sanitized, sterilized, and swallowed whole by an all-consuming interest in profit alone, it's nice to see Tumblr try to cultivate chaos instead. Basically, it's a cool social media website with a cool community, relative to the other options out there. And that's pretty cool!

Anyway all of this is to say that I still think the new 30 image limit is awesome. SERIOUSLY WHAT OTHER SOCIAL MEDIA SITE WOULD LET YOU DO THAT

#listen there's a billion bad things i could also say about tumblr and the many questionable decisions of its staff #but being excited over silly things like this is important for me OKAY?#there's certainly a LOT more to be written regarding this. buuuut not today & not by me right now.#also you have no idea how tempted i was to write this entire post using the [tumblr] thing. why is that a feature

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ishimaruboox · 9 months

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About me!

BLOCK BUT DON'T REPORT

Hello evweryone my name is Ishimaru but you can just call me Ixxy for now <3 Im new here!!!!

I will try my hardest to be very anonymous currently because I don't wanna be recognized by some peeps and i dont wanna be bullied erm.

Also I wanna let ppl know that i dont propagate anything or encourage any1 to b like me. im just a silly little guy whos just trying to find ways to cope and improve </3

I created this account bc I have relapsed and I hav problems with my weight and eating ever since 2019 and my mom comments on my body and weight while also joking that im a fatty or sumn when she is the one whos a whale herself >:( her obese ass is fatphobic at the same time how funny.

I'm Agender and I go by they/them.

It would be v cool to look for mutuals so hit me up if you wanna be moots!!!!

I'm 16 yrs old :3

Height: 171cm

Current weight: 75kg

Goal weight: 60-65kg

Ultimate goal weight: 52kg

Languages: Russian, English

Boundaries

I am autistic + CPTSD, not sure abt my ed tho

I am extremely sensitive and get frightened very easily so pls don't be mean to me. don't yell at me :-( (NO MEANSPO PLEASE)

I am pro-recovery however bc of me understanding that my trauma will never heal might make me come out as anti-recovery bc of this

Lolz pls don't take what I say too personally sometimes I just don't think before posting sumthing, i can also say things that might b considered weird so sorry

I am single but I am not looking for love here

DNI: None lol! I'm open minded and as long as u aren't shoving anything down my throat. However please don't follow me if ur under 14 years old or if you are strongly involved in drama/proship/anti discourses.

I am pro-MOGAI, pro-multispec labels, pro-endo, anti-harassment, pro-recovery etc. I believe that noone deserves harassment except for literal toxic assholes!!

I will not send any photos or pictures of myself here sorry it's just privacy

No!!! You absolutely cannot ask me about my trauma. Get outta here

If your profile has a default icon and/or no posts, you will be blocked. at least have a profile picture and a post so i won't assume that you're a bot or sumn

Since I don't have a DNI, I block freely!! and if i dont like you at all then its possible i block u as well, i block back too. (also i might block bc there might b possibility that i might fit in ur dni criteria and i respect ppls boundaries!!)

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inkwell-intermission · 1 year

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//caps, silliness

I saved the reblog in the drafts for now bc I got insecure about my tags and decided to leave them for later anyway I think I'll now send an ask too

I love your ref and your headcanons so much

YOUR SCOFF HAS A BAD KNEE AND USES A CANE. MY SCOUT HAS BAD KNEES AND USES A CANE (bc I've got bad knees and use a cane and SS is my blorbo).

Your Scoff. My Scout. CANE FIGHT. Deadeye and Innovator are facepalming x4 combo in the background. Demo is asking Brawler if there's a fourth cane user around because he wants to canefight too. Scout probably loses, not because Scoff has shadow magic but because Scoff's got one bad knee and Scout's got both.

3. Am I taking it correctly that in your mobswitch TS are "still" Prospitians and MC are still Dersites? Yay!!!!!!!!!! (If I'm being mistaken please don't think I'm fuck I can't pick a good word let's say judging for now you for it)

Thank you!!!!!

That would be great and accurate, Delinquent might simply try to remove a cane-shaped object from the ground and use that instead, making the fight much higher stakes if one is bludgeoned with half a lamppost lmaoo. Scoff walks with and without his cane often but usually carries it as an accessory when he isn't, it would be better for his overall health if he used it all the time, but he obviously can't walk on it when he's currently hitting people with it, and sometimes goes without for appearances sake or convenience- he's very worried about appearances and sometimes worries he'll be seen as weaker for walking with the cane, but the concern is kinda misplaced considering he can just like. beat someone to death with it if they don't take him seriously. But hes so anxious about it that even that logic doesn't help

Yes!!!! I think some people make them switch planets, which seems.... weird to me. Lik it feels kind of unnecessary and arbitrary to me, and I think it's a lot more interesting to figure out how slight changes of events would have drastically changed their personal trajectories than to just. Make a change like that. I also personally think its a bit flattening, like Prospitan good guys and Dersite bad guys. That's just not the case, definitely if you consider WV, AR, and PM, who are all of similar alignment and come from different planets. I also just like exploring how Prospit isn't all that great after all- for example, I don't think they take prisoners of war- it's usually interrogations followed by executions. Which makes sense to me from a gameplay standpoint- If your comrade as a player is captured by the enemy, it would feel unfair if they just killed them immediately- you should get a chance to rescue them. But the bad guys don't need to be afforded such a luxury- you get the information out of the spies you catch, and then get rid of them. It may seem to players that this means prison, but behind the scenes I think Prospitans can be fairly ruthless as a war force, because they're so serious about helping the players and ensuring the frog's creation, while i think Derse kind of knows the field of play is unequal, and has a slightly looser strictness in terms of allowing silly bullshit all the way up the chain. They play the villains, and definitely know it, so they have a bit of fun with it. Prospitans play to *win*, which is one reason why they'd take horrorterrors so seriously as a risk that cannot be allowed to propagate on their planet, y'know? I really like exploring Derse and Prospit in general, mobswitch is a fun way to do that, my Innovator and Scoff especially have some stuff from there that haunts them. tldr i think the Prospit/Derse switch is arbitrary and misplaced, maybe theres a way to do it well but its just not my style to make decisions like that for no substantial reason this response is a little long and im sorry for that but i really appreciate the chance to talk more about these guys! I made another post with more fun facts about Scoff here also in case you wanted to peep the horror, i super appreciate your ask and hope this isnt too long to read

#it got long but #i really like answering asks like these #<:D #hs intermission #problem sleuth #peccant scofflaw #headcanons #twilight scoundrels #tags for sorting and searching purposes usually if thats not clear i like to be organized #long post #wont put a keep reading on this one though

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almightyrozenidiot · 2 years

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Oooh I'm curious to hear your take on Takuto and Azathoth for the relationship ask game ^^

KLDSGBSJLDGfhdjsfdbg (that's the sound of Azathoth doing something with his tentacles to wiggle my brain)

describe their canon relationship/dynamic

The best way I'd describe it tbh is similar to Kandori and Nyarlathotep from the earlier Persona games where the Persona has a slight personality independent of the Persona user but is still aligned with their goals. Azathoth feeds into Maruki's worst parts and gives him a euphoric bliss that makes him lose sight of his kind of tenuous ethics and what exactly he was trying to accomplish with his research to begin with.

your ideal/headcanon version of it? how does it differ from how it is in canon & why is this your favorite version? any other alternate versions of it you enjoy?

Admittedly their relationship fucking terrifies me so my brain copes by imagining really dumb shit with them that's akin to a (sometimes dark comedy) sitcom. Things that I will explain below.

what do you like about their relationship, why is it interesting or enjoyable to you?

Despite being scared shitless I actually like the horror of not knowing where their individual thoughts end and begin.

...come to think of it, it reminds me of a more benelovent version of The Hiss from Control but instead of The Hiss mindlessly propagating itself and people lose themselves from being assimilated into a hive mind collective, they both want to spread happiness with the very likely unintended side effect of being utilitarian about it. The fact that it has happiness and benevolence in mind is what adds to the horror of it.

what about the individual characters involved? what does this relationship mean to them, what makes it unique among their relationships?

I think Azathoth is still trying to save Maruki in their own way, it's just they're an eldritch entity that doesn't fully understand humanity and has powers that can only really result in bad things happening. Which is parallel to Maruki's forays into cognitive psience but he still has his humanity and the conscience - no matter how deep down it's buried - to realise what he's doing is wrong.

Honestly I have no clue what's going on in Maruki's head because, again, kind of hard to tell where their thoughts begin and end. I think he is aware to some capacity (especially after getting punched in the face and willingly letting himself fall to his doom) that this is an extremely toxic relationship, but he's addicted to the happiness Azathoth can bring and can't resist (also hence the whole "stop resisting" stuff he eventually starts spouting). Even before he put his ideal reality into action, he saw Azathoth as an extension of himself as a normal Persona user would, but until he lost it he wasn't aware that Azathoth was a part of the process of his powers.

Also on a side note: Does that mean that he used his powers on Joker to boost the effects of the benefits we get from his confidant? Answers on a postcard please.

favorite interaction they have in canon

The flashback scene where Mementos fuses with reality and Azathoth appears in that random guy's office, pushing Maruki far past his limits after everything that's happened to him. I would probably just accept the madness too if that happened to me tbh.

favorite interaction they have in your head/a situation you want to put them in

Ok sitcom time! I just like the idea that in front of the Phantom Thieves, Maruki acts like he has his shit together but when no one's looking he is still clumsy as heck and Azathoth is either an extra set of limbs, helping him hide or just picking him up off the floor at any given moment.

One of these days I want to draw Azzy lending a tentacle to hook Maruki up by the collar of his coat like a mother cat lifting a kitten off the ground after he's tripped over. (Though if anyone wants to draw it themselves please feel free to)

#p5r spoilers #persona 5 royal spoilers #not adding any more tags because I do not want 💿🐎#sorry for writing about Remedy Entertainment's Control yet again

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imperium-wealth-management · 9 months

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The Secret Life of Plankton

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Doing all this I have to restrict certain information back so that other factions don't get the entire just of the plan right so I put a seven year plan plus a 10 year plan not the next 10 years the plus three depending on how the seven year gets condensed based on what catalysts do.

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Radio frequency was going to be the key factor and from 5D to 60 why not sheet for 6.5 and try to move that over based on time lag which you know a unknown foreseen unnatural being manipulated time so that's where the time differential came across the board.

So created a 6.5 d version of 6.7 liquid format of Plankton that could supplement their clone body when they lose control of themselves due to unforcing time differential of multiple timelines.

And knowing the fact that if body goes through the process of 0 to 100 it would have to be the soul would have to be taken out in the body would decompose and it eventually a portion of that soul will remain inside of a plant and once it gets absorbed after the fact once that forms it it pre-plans a soul for that plankton so when they use gravity and time to use on certain lakes of the location of forming a body of using gravitational formation within or exterior so alternative list to use crap seashells and that's why the seashell of getting triangulated and put it into barrels that that crab was a human body that became a barrel of crab.

So they knew that these complications were happening they're already jerked off enough to appoint their they were going to be easily washed out because the baseline was three or four maybe five six

Is six versions of paladins existed and then if that propagated down to other Rh negative sky blue color plus original Green of Russia Plus some of our chicken and frog base versions of Jarvis human form then it would have worked out.

During the process of me creating my future descendants and then you know reformalizing palladium DNA look based they started getting extremely jealous of what I was doing thinking that all those people were going to be always around I told him no at maximum I would have maybe 100 top and then real close ones in the secondary and then whatever is standing in line or digitally standing in line on a waiting list.

Next thing you know they're always after money and keeps attacking me they're putting DNA into my body to test out new DNA solutions it's based on my DNA formation anyways so they're they're doing this around me like they think it's okay to say oh can I have your semen can I have your money we need money we need money for housing we need to do this we need to do that I don't understand why I need to do any of these things for you.

I gave you a plan I used information from the future and gathered in a structured it and it gave you a format that was easily comprehendable because you follow certain things to make money but you decide to f*** others over and it only game for yourself and that cost a bunch of issues of same location within the time zone plus or minus of 2 hours that has year differential of 200 to maybe 400 years now and why is France being saved? Because the Magellan family of Jesus Christ of Nazareth is actually family connected we're connected but they all died so there is no connection.

Really it goes back to zero and you have to reconnect it to your past version of your last position and then go backwards in time and it fix all your problems and your soulmates problems and anybody else that you promised promise now we're dealing with economic issues of how do we get to go back to where we used to be right so we're doing it again to create more money they're using that money to kill more people to grab more bodies while you guys are all traveling so we're going to keep you as safe as possible hear me when I say come up to Washington I have my reasons if you want to know more and have a conversation with me over a meal please let me know and I'll have that for you and be ready for you.

Vegas Diego Garcia California that's it those are my only allies within surface area of and then everybody else from imperium or imperium allies are watching the skies and are on surface area

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changlix-mp4 · 3 years

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Babygirl hold your breath ♡

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pairing : bangchan x f.reader

genre : smut, fluff ig

warnings : penetration, unprotected sex, creampie , marking, slight cockwarming at the end , use of pet names , praising , fluffy tones :)

words count : 0,9k

A/N : please I was gonna put the ‘I’m about to dive in’ ,, as usual don’t mind my mistakes pls , I hope you guys will like this one , I tried to reduce some parts bcs it was too long sorry , FEEDBACKS ARE WELCOMED ♡

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"babygirl hold your breath" Chan whispered lowly against your lips as he aligned himself at your glistening entrance. You took a deep breath biting your bottom lip as he pushed the tip of his lenght into you. He entered you carefully , his forehead resting on yours. He let you adjust a moment "I'm gonna move ..tell me to stop if it hurts". You nodded , one of your hand gripping on his bicep the other one placed on his muscular back.

The stretch was painful yet pleasurable. Chan started moving his hips slowly, holding your waist firmly. You furrowed your eyebrows as he gripped your thigh lifting it a bit getting deeper inside you. “C-Chan” you whimpered “what is it princess? want me to stop-” — “feels so g-good”.

Chan smiled as he nibbled your earlobe. You squeezed his bicep as a sudden wave of pleasure washed over you, trail of goosebumps raising on your skin. He pressed kisses on your jawline, his lips travelling down leaving beautiful dark red flowers on your neck , continuing his path to your collarbone biting it lightly enough to form a little mark. “so pretty” he pecked all the little marks he painted on your skin. He let out a low groan as you clenched around him. “so tight and warm..fuck..you feel so good” he rolled his hips sensually before slamming into you hard making you whined out loudly.

You ran your fingers through his soft locks , it felt so good even feeling the slight burn between your legs. Your eyes squeezed shut and your head fell back into the pillow as Chan hit a certain spot deep inside your warm velvety walls. "don't stop baby right- right there". His grip on your thigh tighter as he started pounding inside you " yes yes j-just like that oh my-" you moaned words useless at this point. You couldn't feel your body anymore. Everything around you long forgotten as you could only focus on Chan. The vein of his neck prominent as he practically growled when you tightened around him, the pressure around him making him weak. "you're driving me crazy princess" he breathed out as he pushed stands of hair out of your face "you're so beautiful like that , under me ...completly ruined" his eyes full of lust.

You opened your eyes admiring him , his lips red from all the exchanged kisses, a light blush could be seen on his cheeks , eyebrows furrowed, little droplets of sweat formed on his forehead... he was just so ethereal. You scratched his back as Chan kept on hitting your g-spot. His beautiful veiny hand slid up to hold yours above your head. He interwined yours fingers as you felt the oh-so-familiar knot in your stomach. Your heart beating faster, tears forming in your eyes as the pleasure propagated inside you "Chan..so good.. I'm-" you whined out not able to continue "hm yea? I'm making you feel good baby? so good that you can't even talk" he smirked pecking your lips. His words affected you and he knew it, the way you tried to close your legs, the way you're moaning his name , squeezing around him and scratching his back. You were close , so close and he knew it.

Chan placed your calve over his waist, he cupped your jawline, his lips barely touching yours as he whispered "be a good girl and cum for me hm? will you do that for me my love?" you nodded before capturing his lips into a sweet kiss. His hands wandered over your stomach, fingertips caressing their way down slowly until they reached where you were connected to each other. He placed his thumb on your throbbing clit, drawing little circles on it gently. You cried out, the added stimulation throwing you over the edge.

You pulled at his hair harder then you throught, fingers tightening around his, a tear sliding onto your cheek as Chan kissed it away. His name escaped your throat with a sob. You couldn't feel your body anymore, Chan was near his release too but you could sense his hesitation to continue due to him not wanting to hurt you and not overstimulate you "d-don't stop Chan" you grabbed him by the back of his neck, pulling him down to kiss him, you kept on clenching around him to push him to his climax. He pinned your hips on the mastress, his grip hard enough to leave bruises , chasing after his orgasm going faster not thinking anymore, the overstimulation starting to hurt and get uncomfortable.

After a few thrusts Chan came inside, the warm liquid filling you up to the brim as you released a satisfied sigh. Chan gave up on top of you. You could feel his cum dripping out of you as he stayed inside, his head resting on your chest as you pushed his hair back. He rolled the both you so you're on top "are you ok baby?" you hummed face buried into the crook of his neck. "you did well" you smiled "you did great" you said. Chan laughed hugging you tightly. "hmm , i love you so much babygirl" he kissed your forehead caressing your hair "i love you too" you pecked his nose.

Chan took care of you like usual , not forgetting to tell you how much he loved you. Wrapped in his strong arms you felt secure, comfortable and loved. You drifted off , the last thing you’ve seen was his beautiful smile ♡

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hyunjilicious · 3 years

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the set up [chris evans]

A/n: this is the reworked version of an older fic that I wrote!!! I loved the vibe so I didn’t want to allow it to get lost in the void!!

Summary: Some mutual friends decide you and Chris would make a cute couple and decide to set you two up!! (SMUT) 6.4k

Warmings: smut, unprotected sex and they also just met so I strongly advise you to not follow their example, oral (both), brief mentions of spanking, hair pulling and dirty talk. It’s chill y’all.

This is a standalone fic, and not part of any series!

“If this girl-”

“She’s great!” Scott cut Chris off harshly, already above tired of his brother’s endless flow of nasty comments.

“I feel uncomfortable doing this!” Chris protested again from the passenger’s seat, shifting around, eyes fixed on the road ahead, “At least tell me what she’s like!”

“Gorgeous” Scott belted, nodding his head to accentuate his point, “Smart as fuck so you better control yourself” he said so sternly, not even a drop of sarcasm escaping his lips, “She’s also into old music so you can talk to her about that? Kind of-”

“So then- God this is still weird” Chris sighed, rubbing his hands across his face, not used to the idea of being set up with a girl. Maybe he wouldn’t be as terrified and nervous if all his friends hadn’t been constantly going off about how great you were, because considering their history, Chris was sure there was something horrible Scott forgot to mention.

“God what the- oh no!” you managed to exclaim as your feet ran laps around your bedroom, “How the fuck do you forget to mention he’s Chris Evans?”

“Calm down” Anne sighed burying her face into the scattered pillows around your bed, “Seriously, that doesn’t change anything, we’re all meeting in a pub, I promise you, it will be fine” she added, giving you a reassuring smile.

“Like I’m not awkward enough around idiots...” you complained again, walking to your friend to zip up your short dark blue dress. “I got this” you said as you felt the material tighten around your body, giving you a well-deserved boost in confidence.

Seated at the round table, you were so absorbed by the conversation that was being held that you failed to realize the two tall boys that approached your booth. Chris’s presence made something inside of you shift; and it wasn’t only the tingly sensation in your stomach at the sight of him, you also felt your walls build up, blocking all the confidence you ever had.

“Hi, (Y/n), right?” he greeted you, extending his arm.

With a shy smile on your lips, you stood up to shake his hand. As if your already existent butterflies didn’t exhaust you enough, his liquid touch managed to send shivers in waves, propagating across your whole body, reaching places you didn’t know could buzz like that. Chris sat down next to you, and after every time you told him something, you mentally scolded yourself for not participating more; for letting the shy side of you take control tonight.

“OK guys, next round, what would you like?” Dan, a friend of yours, raised his voice in order to get your attention as a waiter made his way to your table again.

“Vodka rocks please” you said when it came your turn, and your cheeks couldn’t help but burst into flames when Chris’s head snapped in your direction. That’s what you always had, your always go-to and everyone knew it, but to him it was new, and it certainly didn’t fit the appearance you put on.

The first part of the night flew by smoothly, at least in your opinion. If before Chris arrived you were leaning over the table trying to make a point to one of your friends, now you barely managed to gather enough courage to express your point of view in a completely trivial discussion. Maybe it was the alcohol you had ingested but you were pretty sure Chris’s eyes lingered on your bare shoulders or your lips as you talked, more than once and more than just for a second. All these thoughts, that maybe he found you attractive, maybe he cared what you had to say, everything that roamed through your head made you even more self-conscious, afraid your next action or words would let him down.

“Everybody up, I love this song” Anne commanded jumping to her feet. When you shook your head and explained that you’d rather sit through the first few songs she was quick to object. “Come on!”

“I swear, I’ll be there in 5 minutes” you promised your friend, but you were sure that what made her let you have your way was the fact that her favorite song was approaching its end and she was wasting her time at the table.

After everyone stood up and moved to the dance floor, you realized Chris hadn’t; he was on his phone, making the situation even more awkward than it had to be. You took another long sip of your drink, looking around the carefully decorated rustic pub you were in, before finally turning to him, and taping his forearm.

“Don’t you wanna dance?” you asked

“Yeah I do-” he muttered looking back and forth between you and the screen of his phone, “Just a second”

You tucked your hands under your legs, shamelessly studying his side profile. You could tell his eyebrows were slightly furrowed and the moment one of his hands traveled up to scratch the bridge of his nose, you unconsciously tilted your head to get a better view.

“Aren’t you going?” he chuckled after realizing you’ve been staring, pulling you out of your thoughts; everything about his attitude making your insides turn in embarrassment.

“I was wait- No, I’ll go-” you mumbled, preparing to stand up before his hand flew to your knee to stop you.

“No, actually don’t go, just a second” Chris said, still concentrated on his phone, apparently trying to get rid of the distraction as soon as possible. Your eyes worked their way up from his long fingers that were pressed flush against your skin, to his silver watch, further up his forearm, studying the thick veins that were protruding through his skin, to the halfway rolled up sleeve of the black shirt that wrapped itself so perfectly around his frame. You nodded when he told you to wait for him, but he had already turned his head and now you wondered if you seemed off, but before you managed to over analyze everything, he let go of your leg and tucked his phone in his back pocket.

“I’m so sorry about that” he said leaving his seat and turning, “After you”

You happily followed his actions, stepping beside him, as he placed his hand on your back, bringing you closer as you made your way to your group. After joining the small circle your friends created, you distanced yourself from Chris a little in order to have more room to dance, even if all you were actually doing was swaying and waving your hands around your body. Chris turned out to be as inexperienced as you were, his moves basically consisting of shifting his weight from one leg to the other to the beat of the unfamiliar song that was playing. The atmosphere changed soon enough, as “I got my mind set on you” started echoing through the speakers, bringing a well awaited smile on your lips. As the first lyric repeated itself a few times, you filled yourself with all the good energy of the song, your feet elegantly dancing, as if they had a mind of their own.

“Hey” you heard Chris call softly moments before he grabbed your hand to turn you around. You welcomed him with a giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck, careful to keep a decent amount of space between your bodies.

“Whole lotta spendin’ money” you mouthed the words, as his own hands sneaked behind you to pull you closer.

“You like George Harrison?” Chris asked smugly, remembering what Brian said about your love for old music.

“Isn’t he everyone’s favorite beatle?” you answered, extracting yourself from his hold and doing a childish pirouette before coming back against his chest.

“George Harrison is no one’s favorite Beatle” Chris retorted confused.

“That’s Ringo” you corrected him, “But I have no idea what everyone has against him”

With a shrug of his shoulders signaling his lack of an answer, he sighed heavily, his hot breath reaching your lips, before he spoke again, “Then who’s your favorite?”

“Who do you think?” you played, tilting your head to the side.

“McCartney?” Chris asked hopeful, biting his lower lip as he waited for your answer.

“Nah, Lennon” you chuckled, “Actually no- I don’t even know, I’m not even that big of a Beatles fan”. Your honest answer was as unexpected as it could be and judging by the smirk that made its way across Chris’s lips, you knew he appreciated the way you played it. “Do you like them?”

“They’re alright I guess-” Chris trailed off feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket. You smiled kindly taking a step back in order to give him privacy, just in case he needed it. However, you didn’t get to distance yourself too much before he wrapped one of his arms around you from behind, and settled his chin on your shoulder. You were taken aback by his gesture, as from this position you could easily see everything displayed on his screen, but he didn’t seem to care.

“I’m really sorry about this but I wouldn’t answer if I didn't absolutely have to,” Chris explained as his thumb worked its way around the screen. His hot breath hit the bare skin of your neck and shoulder, and you just turned your head, pressing your forehead against his temple; the fire between your legs not allowing you to stay still anymore.

You felt his cheeks gather up a smile under your touch, and you remained like that for a few more seconds as he finished typing. Once he was done, Chris locked his phone and secured his arm around you, turning his head slowly to meet your gaze. You welcomed him with a smile of your own, but in contrast with the sweetness that was plastered on his features, yours held a more fervid kind of feeling. He was the one to close the distance, his strong hold around your frame tightening as his mouth pressed softly against yours. You felt delight bubble inside you under the careful weight of his touch, and you soon felt his tongue trace slowly along your bottom lip, begging. Doing your best not to break the kiss, you turned around in his hold and planted yourself against his chest, this time not waiting for him anymore, diving in directly, going after what was yours. Soon, one of his hands traveled up your spine to grab the back of your head, his actions growing more and more rapturous with every single grunt that escaped his throat.

Judging by the fact that three hours later your dance moves were just as elegant as they were before, you decided to grab one last drink before making your way home. With your arms folded and elbows rested on the bar, you were waiting for an employer to notice you when you felt Chris’s hands on your waist as he placed a quick peck on your cheek before plopping down on the stool to your left. He spread his knees wide apart and pulled you between his legs.

“Vodka, rocks” he said before gesturing with his hand to the waiter to bring two drinks, “How long would you have waited?” he asked, turning his attention back to you. Sarcasm was dripping off his lips, as his lazy eyes didn’t miss any detail of your features.

“It wasn’t my turn yet” you protested

“You know it doesn’t work like that, don’t you?”

“I think it does”

A tight-lipped grin appeared on his features helping his cheekbones stick out ever more under the warm, dim lights of the bar. His boyish charm may have been amplified by the way his chest hair peaked through the open buttons of his shirt, and you were all for it. You pressed your lips to his and he didn’t wait a second to reciprocate your actions, the kiss feeling as natural as if you had known each other for ages.

“Copying me?” you giggled after the bartender brought your drinks, interrupting the two of you.

“Inspired? I’m inspired!” Chris chuckled before taking a sip.

“Drunk, that’s what you are,” you answered, mocking his state, a state you weren’t far from either.

“Nah” he countered, “I’m just feeling good!”. Belting the words he threw his head back, confirming your assumption, and also giving you perfect access to the skin of his neck, which you didn’t hesitate to attack with rough kisses and soft bites. His attitude changed in an instant, becoming a weak mess under you, “Oh god, (Y/n)” you heard him moan into your ear as you worked your magic along his jugular.

Realization hit you suddenly, and remembering you were still in a public place you detached yourself from Chris and grabbed his hand to pull him back to your group.

“Are you seriously doing me like that?” Chris complained following you, fingers intertwined.

“Sorry, I got carried away”

Your night out didn’t last much longer after that, as the tension between you and Chris reached the point where none of you was willing to deny it anymore. After saying your goodbyes, you headed out through the front door and made your way to the main street in search of a cab. Despite having gathered up the courage to go to his place, the whole car ride was perfectly silent as your head quietly rested on his shoulder.

Once inside the apartment, his lips found yours faster than he had found his keys less than 5 seconds before. With your back pressed against the door while Chris sucked mercilessly on the skin of your neck, you managed to get a quick glimpse of the city lights poking through his huge window, setting an even more intoxicating atmosphere than before. You lost yourself under his touch, feeling his hot body wrapped around yours as his hands roamed shamelessly over the thin material of your dress.

Sighing, you pushed him off of you, “Bedroom” you whispered and after giving you a quick nod, Chris dived back in for a kiss, grabbing your waist and guiding you through his dark home and into his room. You sat down on the bed, as he knelt in front of you on the floor, taking your feet into his lap to undo your sandals.

“God” he muttered annoyed, as the strap refused to come undone. Giggling, you leaned forward to take them off yourself, appreciating the gesture and loving his cuteness. After getting rid of your high heels, you grabbed Chris’s collar as you leaned on your back, pulling him on top of you. This time his hands didn’t hesitate as they found their way to your ass in no time.

“You have no idea what you did to me in that dress” Chris grunted against your lips as his fingers dug roughly into your skin. He traveled down your body, peppering kisses down your chest, before resuming his position on his knees on the floor.

“Spread your legs for me” he commanded and you obliged, crawling to the end of the bed, settling your legs on each side of his frame. His hands caressed your thighs passionately, inching closer to your heat causing your breath to fasten. Chris lifted up your dress, and pushed you to lay on your back.

“Oh god” you whimpered, feeling exposed and completely vulnerable. As you leaned your head to the side and closed your eyes, the feeling of Chris’s wet lips centimeters away from your core caused you to buck your hips in surprise as he started paving his way along your thigh with soft kisses.

“You want this?”

“Please” you begged suggestively

“Look at me” he demanded in a new harsh deep tone that sent shivers down your spine. You raised your head and looked down at Chris, who upon making eye contact, tapped your hips twice. You took the hint and propped your feet on the wooden edge of the bed as he circled his fingers around the sides of your underwear, pulling it down your legs in one swift motion.

After settling back into his position, Chris probed your folds with his thumb, smiling, more to himself, pride most likely pumping through his veins at the sight of his effect on you. He finally leaned down, his mouth volunteering to take his fingers spot, as he teased his way to your clit.

“Chris-!” you hissed at the feeling of his wet tongue working carefully on your bundle of nerves.

“Mmm..mm” he hummed lowly against your sensitive spot, the vibrations of his lips adding to your pleasure, “So fucking sweet”. His voice was hurried, as he lifted his head only for a second in order to look at you. His hands came around your thighs, as he released some of his own tension by vehemently slapping and gripping your skin.

With every lap Chris worked on your clit, a painful need inside of you to spill out profanity after profanity only grew bigger, but you managed to control yourself.

“Are you gonna cum for me?” he asked smugly, and before managing to give a decent answer, you felt one of his fingers enter you slowly.

“I- Uh, god” you cried out, arching your back as your left hand flew down so you could curl your fingers around and pull on the elegant collar of his shirt. Feeling every muscle in your body tense as your hips quivered uncontrollably, you secured Chris in his place by bringing your other hand too into his hair. Realizing how on the edge you were, he added another finger, swirling them against your wall, as his lips maintained the same avid pace around your clit. Impossible to tell how much longer it took, but most likely in a matter of seconds your orgasm came thundering down on you, curling your toes as the muscles of your legs trembled furiously. Chris kept going until you let your body fall flush against his bed, when he came up to your level.

Your eyes were closed, still enjoying the last waves of bliss that traveled along your legs as he teasingly caressed your cheeks with his lips and the tip of his nose.

Coming back to your senses, you gripped his neck, wrapping your legs around his middle, pressing him down against you. His mouth slowly met yours, igniting sparkles in your chest as he tugged on your lower lip before allowing your tongue to meet his’.

After pulling away, Chris straightened up at the edge of the bed and started working on undressing himself. The metal clicking of his belt buckle prompted you to suck in a long breath, smiling to yourself at how this man could make you feel so much, as you were already craving more.

You steadied yourself on your knees and crawled over to Chris, turning your back at him and getting your hair out of the way. He didn’t waste a second before getting back to you and pulling down your zipper of your dress, which allowed his hands to roam freely under the thin material. His fingers softly caressed your sides before sneaking to the front and cupping your breasts as his lips found your neck again. He lowered himself forward, pushing you down on the bed on your stomach and climbed on top of you.

Feeling his lips burn icy tracks along your shoulders, you pushed yourself up, flipping the two of you over. You slipped out of your dress fast and straddled his hips, not caring the slightest bit about being in any way seductive; you already had him. Under you, panting in anticipation, long fingers digging mercilessly into the smooth skin of your thighs.

Your lips were again on his’, working slowly, doing your best to tease him and push his buttons. Your hands traced his sides, making their way up his body,

“Yes, fuck” Chris whined. He had managed to take off his dark shirt before you distracted him, so he was now laying on the bed, half naked with his jeans undone, waiting for you.

You slowly lifted yourself off of him and tugged at his pants, pulling them down with a little bit of help from him.

“Tell me Chris” you teased looking up at him, your face inches away from his erect cock, “You want this?”. Following your question, you licked your lips as they fell into a one sided grin.

Squeezing his eyes shut as his head went from side to side, Chris chuckled bitterly at the taste of his own medicine, “Show me what you can do”

You placed one of your hands at the top of his thigh and lowered yourself even more, maintaining the eye contact as you carefully lifted him up. With your fingers wrapped around his cock, your lips barely brushed his base before you made your way lower.

“Fuck- fuck, (Y/n)” Chris hissed, bucking his hips violently at the way you kept pushing him. He brought his hand to the top of your head, his thumb softly caressing your hair as you worked on his balls.

At an agonizingly slow pace, your hand made its way up his length and when you reached his tip, your fingers continued teasing.

“Fu- take me in your mouth, baby” he tried to demand but under your burning stare, his words came out more as a plea, a struggling moan.

You gave him a false approving nod before you licked your way up his dick, wrapped your puckered lips around his end and sucked harshly a few, short times. When his head flew black as he white knuckled the sheets, you took it as your cue to stop.

“Hey Chris” you whispered as you let his cock fall against his stomach and you climbed on top of him.

A weak chuckle escaped his lips as he tried to smile when he realized the way you were going to play this. You leaned down to his level and slipped two fingers into his mouth before gripping his chin tightly and engulfing his lips in a fervid kiss. After caressing their way up and down your thighs, his hands settled on your ass, gripping tightly as he pushed himself up to meet your core.

You lowered yourself to add to his pleasure, your tongues not parting as you started pressing down on his cock.

“Please?” you teased, your hot breath hitting his damp lips.

“You’re not going there” he stated, his dominant side starting to show as his expression darkened.

“No?” you asked guiding one of your hands between your bodies, against his hard abdomen, wrapping your fingers around his dick. You nodded your head ‘no’ as you pumped him slowly, his squinted eyes prompting a smirk to appear on your lips. You had him; no matter what he said, you could go anywhere you wanted, “No, I’m not”

You guided his tip to your folds, slipping around him without any kind of warning. Straightening your back and supporting your weight by gluing your hands to his stomach, your hips started working in circular motions along his cock. You let your head fall forward before you pushed all your hair to one side, in order to be able to look him in the eyes. His body was responding to your actions, as he kept pushing himself up in sync with your movements.

It didn’t take long before you felt your second orgasm approach, and lost in the moment, you didn’t realize Chris took notice of the choked back whimpers that escaped your throat.

“Hey gorgeous” he grunted, his big hands digging holes into your waist, “As much as I love this-” he tried to speak but ended up concentrating all his energy into picking you up and flipping the both of you over, “-this is what I want right now”. He finished his sentence with a harsh whisper in your year from behind, as you struggled to maintain your balance on your elbows under his weight.

You smiled to yourself feeling his wet, hot chest against your naked back, before he rapidly guided himself inside of you.

“Mmh- Chris-” you moaned feeling his hands roam around your body as he maintained his avid pace.

“Taking me so well, hm?” he hummed in your ear. After caressing your cheek clumsily, Chris trailed his hand on the side of your head, his fingers losing themselves in your hair as he tugged back, forming a makeshift ponytail. The forcefulness of his touch caused you to tilt your head, eyes gluing to the ceiling as he grunted in your ear.

“Hell ugh-” you screamed as your body rocked back and forth under his’.

“Who would’ve thought?” he growled, exploring the skin of your neck with his lips as he kept your head back, “The way you act- so sweet and innocent, but then you down vodkas and take my cock like a good little slut”. Chris’s words were carelessly spilling out of his mouth, the pleasure of each thrust giving him more and more trouble forming coherent sentences, “Fuck, (Y/n)-”.

He let go of your hair in order to steady himself, as his movements became sloppier and angrier by the second, “Sh- Chris!-” you yelled gripping the sheets into your fists to keep yourself up, even though one of his arms was wrapped around your abdomen. “I’m so close, fuck, Chris!” you exclaimed again, letting your head fall against your shoulder.

He moved his hand to grip your ass tightly, before detaching it and then sending it to connect forcefully with your butt cheek again, causing a loud slap to accompany both your moans.

It’s all a blur what happened after that; his fingers kept digging into your skin hard as he was enjoying his high, the loud profanities he screamed sending you over the horizon. You soon went limp in his hold, but he didn’t pull out until he placed a loving kiss between your shoulder blades. Your whole body was trembling, from your lower lip to the tip of your toes, but the way he was still inside you as his lips carefully treated your skin, still managed to electrify your mind.

After that your night didn’t last much longer. A fragile amount of comfortable small talk emerged as you both settled under the covers but your mind was somewhere else. You had a lot of fun with him and your heart ached when you thought that this was a only one night stand after all. With your gaze getting lost in the darkness of his room, you found yourself fighting the urge to snuggle into him. As much as you wanted it, as bad of an idea you thought it was. Chris was laying on his stomach with his head in your direction, as you rested on your back. Honestly, you hoped he’d make the first move and pull you closer but he didn’t so you pushed your thoughts away. Or at least you tried. After saying your 'good night’s, much to your surprise, Chris’s hand found yours under the covers as he started to lazily play with your fingers. You smiled to yourself a little even though you knew he couldn’t see it. Your palm was against the sheets as he softly rubbed your thumb with his own. This didn’t help, all it managed to do was make you want to cuddle into his side even more, to rest your head in the crook of his neck and to fall asleep listening to his heart beat. Though none of those things happened, you managed to fall asleep on your own, despite the fact that the few inches of space between your bodies was killing you.

Surprisingly, at one point during the night you woke up. This time you were laying on your side, and it took you a couple of seconds to realise what it was that disrupted your sleep. You turned your head slowly to peak over your shoulder, and you physically felt your soul break. Chris was cuddled into your back, his whole body pressed against yours as his face was tucked into the back of your neck. You didn’t mind it, but the simple fact that his arms were gathered around himself and not around you, made it all clear. He was shivering in his sleep as the night breeze made its way in through the window that somehow was left open, and as you apparently had hogged all the covers, his pair of boxers failed to keep him warm.

“Shit” you muttered to yourself, turning around and doing your best to wrap the blanket around him. Your warm hand connected to his freezing shoulder in a pathetic attempt to warm him up, and instinctively, moments later, Chris wrapped his arms around you, pulling you even closer. You didn’t fight him this time, you just helped him cuddle into your chest before you fell back asleep.

Ironically enough, in the morning, you woke up to Chris pulling the blanket higher up your body. You didn’t open your eyes immediately as it took you a moment to come back to reality. Right now, you were facing him but not one inch of your body was touching his. When you finally looked at Chris, he was resting against the headboard, typing away on his phone. You wondered how long he must’ve been awake for but judging by his squinted eyes, you figured that not for too long.

“What time is it?” you finally mumbled

“Shit, I’m sorry I woke you up,” he said. He turned to look at you apologetically, but a smile still made its way to his lips as soon as his eyes landed on your figure, “It’s 10:12”

“Why are you awake?” you asked, not moving a muscle.

“My phone kept ringing, I have no idea how that didn’t wake you up”

You just shrugged your shoulders and crawled a bit closer to him before closing your eyes again.

“You can go back to sleep” he whispered, lowering himself to be at the same level as you.

“No, it’s ok” you protested, bringing your arms over your head to stretch, “I just need a minute”

He settled under the covers mirroring your position. His tired eyes matched his tired smile, and his cheek squished against the pillow made him all the more adorable, “I could make you breakfast, do you want some?”

Your stomach was begging for food, but this wasn’t an offer you expected. The dudes you’ve had hook ups with like this one, usually woke up horny and then that was it.

“Oh, yees, thank you”

“I could make you pancakes, like they do in movies” he offered chuckling in his groggy morning voice.

“Pancakes…” you repeated content, mouth starting to water at the thought.

“You can sleep some more while I make them,” he suggested.

“No” you argued, rolling into your back, “I’m coming with you, the girl makes breakfast in movies”

Chris raised himself up, prompting his weight on his elbow as he hovered over you with a bitter smirk on his lips, “The girl usually leaves before the boy wakes up”

His words stung a bit, “Are you trying to kick me out?”

“God, no!” he exclaimed, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer. Finally something. “That’s just what usually happens”. He was weirdly right, that was what you did most of the time too, but apparently not today.

“I guess” you agreed, looking into his big brown eyes. Before allowing the situation to slip into a direction you weren’t too fond of, you stood up on the bed, “Can you give me a shirt, please?”

“Of course” he said in an instant, jumping up from the bed and running to his closet. “This one ok?” he asked, showing you a navy blue one with long sleeves.

“Yeah” you smiled, extending your arm to grab it.

“Or this one?” he suggested again, this time a black t-shirt in his hands.

“Chris, give me the black one” you laughed before he had the opportunity to offer you another one to choose from.

You hurried to pull it over your head as he put on some gray sweatpants, and then you both left for the kitchen.

“Is this the bathroom?” you asked, pointing to a door right next to the one just came from.

“Yeah, but no” he laughed grabbing your shoulders and turning you in a different direction, “Go to that one” he gestured towards another door on the opposite side of the hallway, “This one is messy”

You wanted to protest for a second, as you were curious and maybe you wanted to snoop a little, but eventually nodded and went where he told you.

“Do you have Nutella or some kind of chocolate?” you asked, eyeing the pancakes.

“Um, no..” he mumbled, “But I can go grab some”

“What? No!”

“It’s just around the corner, I’ll be back in like 5 minutes”

“I was just asking” you giggled, grabbing his wrist, pulling him towards the table.

“It would take me-”

“Chris, no” you laughed, this time your tone was more serious.

He eventually caved, and you sat down to eat. The conversation picked up instantly and not for one second did it feel forced or uncomfortable. The awkwardness of getting too close to him disappeared immediately, as when you were halfway done, he pulled you into his lap, to demonstrate how a proper pancake should be eaten. Maple syrup and strawberry jam got everywhere but it wasn’t like any of you cared. Unlike last night, his lips were now sweet, kinda sticky even but it was perfect.

“So, like, last night you came with Anne, right? How do you know her?” he asked as he struggled to pour some more syrup on his pancakes with his left hand, as his right arm was locked around your hips.

“She’s my best friend” you answered smiling, “We actually met at the gym a few years ago”, you paused to shake your head, “God, I hate gyms”

“Why?” he asked curious

“I’m an embarrassment, I’d much rather work out at home”

“Oh god” he laughed dropping his pancake and throwing his head back, “I can make you feel better about that if you want to”

“Sure.. go ahead” you hesitated, afraid of what might come out of his mouth

“So like I was at the gym a few days ago, and there was this lady lifting some weights that, by the way, looked way too heavy for her but who am I to judge. Anyway so as she’s squatting, you know, when she tries to straighten her legs and go back up, this loud fart comes out, and I swear to god it echoed through the whole room-”

“Oh god, no!” you exclaimed, covering your eyes with your palms, “I feel so sorry for her”

“That’s not even the best part” he laughed tapping your tight to get your attention.

“We’re eating Chris, please tell me she didn’t-”

“She didn’t don’t worry” he chuckled, “So like after it comes out, she starts rummaging like crazy through her stuff, pulls out her phone and goes - I’m sorry I didn’t answer faster, it was on vibrate-”

“I’m so embarrassed for her” you whined

“Yeah, like a part of me wanted to reassure her that it’s ok but I’m sure that would’ve made everything worse” he said laughing.

“Definitely”

“And like she left for the locker room but when she came back she was still pretending to be on the phone and headed straight to the door and didn’t look back”

“I can’t” you managed to say between your giggles

“Now I’m so afraid I’ll fart in the middle of the gym” he confessed

With your pancake still in your hand, you felt your eyes start to water, trying to picture him all flustered and embarrassed and you couldn’t help but laugh even louder.

“It’s ok, you won’t” you tried to reassure him, but he was just as amused as you were

“I hope” he sighed

After you were done eating, and then done arguing about Chris not allowing you to help him clean up the mess, it was time for you to leave.

“Do you want me to drive you?” he asked, most likely sure you were going to agree, so probably that’s why his face fell when you declined.

“No, it’s ok, but have you seen my jacket?”

“You didn’t have one”

“Yes, I did, a long maroon one” you explained thinking about where you could’ve left it.

“Trust me, I know what you were wearing last night” he said smirking

“Then I must have left it at the bar, I hope someone saw it and took it”

“Wait, let me give you something to wear” he said, sprinting to his bedroom. You waited patiently for him in the hallway, realizing that this meant you had to see each other again. But you had mutual friends, someone could give it back to him for you, right? This was usually the time you blew the guy off, but this time, something inside of you simply didn’t let you.

“What about this one?” he asks, handing you an army green hoodie.

“It’s perfect, thank you”

“I don’t have your number, and I kinda want it back,” he joked, pointing to the jacket.

“Give me your phone” you laughed, and after he gave it to you, you added the number quickly and handed it back to him.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you, I feel bad for letting you walk home”

“No, it’s ok, it’s not that far, I’m gonna cut through the park and listen to music, it’s ok” you reassured him, stepping away from the door so he could unlock it.

Once you passed the threshold, you turned around wanting to kiss him one last time, but the moment his hands caught your waist, the teasing side of you awakened, so you just placed a long peck to his cheek.

“Bye” he laughed at your antics, before closing the door after you.

As you were walking home, you wrapped your arms around yourself, causing the smell of his hoodie to reach your nose. You were happy he didn’t give you a clean one, this one smelled like him, and maybe he chose this one on purpose. Your mind drifted back to the events of the last 15 hours and unconsciously, they put a smile on your lips. You had so much fun with Chris, and grew so fond of his sweetness, that you almost felt bad for giving him the number of your 50 year old laundromat lady.

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theonekrafter · 3 years

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contemplation on the state of mgit fics

rant incoming on something as miniscule as a specific genre of fanfiction in a specific fandom like dragon age, if you’re here from magneto feel free to scroll, but i have Many Thoughts on the mgit trope and just want to post it somewhere instead of rant about it every month or so on The Pit discord server.

so. mgit.

let’s make a list of issues first, address those issues, and then have a conclusion, since this is me collecting my thoughts on this matter as well as informing the public of my grievances.

so here lies my list of common issues i’ve found in mgit fanfic as of late, and please remember my opinion is mine and doesn’t have to be shared. i am not bashing you, who you are as a person, or saying you’re a bad person if you write any of the things i list, but i am saying it isn’t pleasant for me to read and some are strangling our tag and/or are a byproduct of some of the points in my list.

NOW. we’ll start with what’ll drive away the most...er, easily upset of our fellows in the da fandom first.

main points

solas and cullen are the only mains in slash fics and most of the fics repeat the same story beats without flair or creativity.

pleasedon’tsendmedeaththreats. next point!

dragon age inquisition is a limiting setting, and so most of the fics that utilize the storybeats and world of da:i suffer for it

dragon age ITSELF reads more like a set in a play than a living breathing world

so many inquisitors that the act of making a mgit not one is enough to warrant a read out of the novelty

...not as many bullet points as i thought i’d have, but to be fair these three points are so consistent across most mgit fics that i honestly think i can make more than a couple sub points for each. so, we’ll tenatively call those the three main issues we’re working with. so, let’s start with the one that a few of you got pissed off by-

solasmance and cullenmance are literally killing us

i will clarify that i do not think these ships are inherently bad. romance is a staple of fanfiction, and i don’t think the wish fulfillment of solas and/or cullen going down and holding you tenderly are bad. i have enjoyed many a fanfics that had a central focus on the relationship between the mgit and the wolf guy or the ptsd commander man, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t a problem.

have some stats from ao3 if you take a gander at the modern girl in thedas tag.

as of 12:47 AM EST on 8/30/21 there are 972 works, and this is what the filter tab shows us on the most common pairings

there are 434 combined instances of a tag involving a pairing with solas shown here, and while it is more than likely some of these are repeat instances, like someone using Solas (Dragon Age)/Original Female Character(s) and Female Inquisitor/Solas (Dragon Age) (to test this i clarified that 63 are exactly this, doubled up tags) it still shows that this is undeniably the most common ship in the tag, followed just behind by cullen.

oh, and i then excluded all of these tags

some of these are no doubt about a canon inquisitor no doubt, or a oc who wasn’t transmigrated, but i want you to guess how many fics lack all of these tags.

got a number in mind? great. here it is!

....that just excluded 475 works.

that is roughly 48% of the tag.

listen, LISTEN. i understand being down bad, i understand liking bald old man and chess player noodle hair but where the FUCK is the spice?? you guys???

mgit applies to ALL THREE DRAGON AGE GAMES.

now that i have demonstrated that these pairings are the most popular out of the entire genre, i will explain why that is a problem.

fanfiction is self propagating, in a absence of a steady inflow of canon content.

if the only thing we create is cake, the only thing people are inspired to make is cake, the only thing people build off of is cake, and without new ideas, we will stagnate.

we are stagnating.

this is not because our writers are bad writers, it is because you can only wring one idea out so many times before the idea is so unbelievably overdone and boring that people stop bothering to write at all.

solas is a tragedy, he is a decaying monument of all that is wrong with forgetting where you began, seeing what you have wrought and aching so deeply you will tear your heart out and render the world unrecognizable in an attempt to right it.

...you can only write about his struggle and your girl leading him to good or being angsted into oblivion so many times. new ideas are hard, so you copy what you see others do that you think is good, and everyone else does that too, and that can be a wonderful thing, unless a community is so insular that it becomes an echochamber of “and then i was staying in solas’s cabin and oh no oh no sure hope he doesn’t see my HORRIBLE SECRET that i KNOW WHO HE IS”.

common tropes are okay. drowning in the same sludge everytime breeds complacency and stagnation and so our fandom dies. until the next game. on that note-

dragon age is not a world, it is a set, and it takes more brainpower than any of us have to make it feel real.

why do you think half of mgit fics follow the plot of inquisition, story beat after story beat? attraction to the story you loved in the first place? a love for religious organizations too big for the people that made it?

dragon age inquisition’s world begins and ends where the inquisitor so happens to be at the time. the locations you travel to are empty, faintly glowing questmarkers on a map, and it’s people only exist to further the plot. they have no deep inner lives, and they enter a silent death everytime you leave the location.

that’s what a game is meant to be, right? a series of locations and quests that lead you to your climax, your falling action, your happy ending. right?

a game like inquisition that leaves you with the impression every npc is made of hard plastic, every building made of pretty cardboard, is a game that fails from a storytelling perspective. it is a game that can only exist in shit mgit/solas fics that follow every story beat to the letter and includes lukewarm smut.

da:i is not a setting easily written in in the way most truly good fanfiction needs it to be, most da games aren’t.

there is nothing to build on, nothing to inspire besides what the game does show you, which is it’s holy crusade to close a tear in the sky, to fix the lives of your companions, to love the sad villain and to step through it’s 2d world understanding the only things you CAN work with, CAN write about, are the relationships between you and you companions, your inner circle, your kirkwall crew, your gang trailing after a blighted warden.

there is so much to imagine there, so much to write, so much to see and experience.

but most people are simple in what they want to write, so they go for the most obvious choice. i liked that commander white bread guy, lets write about giving me and him a happy ending.

and then a hundred other people write that exact same story. two hundred try to do that with solas.

stagnation.

canon content limits us, and we are too small to benefit from a high enough concentration of people who want to try something new. and so we slowly snuff out.

how do we fix this?

that’s the obvious question. why complain for a thousand something words about what i’ve seen without some grand conclusion, some grand SOLUTION to revive mgit.

i don’t think i have one, or at least, don’t think i have one that could actually be implemented.

people would have to come up with something original, something they haven’t written before, or haven’t seen so commonly in the mgit tag, and write it. make something new and rip ourselves up from the dark. write a headcanon lore book on the capitals of thedas, phrased as a journal by a mgit exploring them, make a nug inquisitor who’s really a werehuman from earth, do a crossover, make a mgit double transmigrate, give them superpowers but only something strange like spawning books out of their hands or giving people tails.

do something NEW.

because, without new canon content, without a new game or dlc, we either wait until da4 comes out with it’s microtransactions, or make something for ourselves.

i dunno. i certainly don’t know how to make anyone write anything but what they want.

fen’hedis.

#modern girl in thedas #modern boy in thedas #modern character in thedas #long post #kind of an essay #fanfiction meta #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #fanfiction #i have so many fucking thoughts.

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dykefoosh · 3 years

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Healthy Competition Transcript: 7/25/21

It's the entire thing so I hope this helps!

W: Hey.. Phil

P: Oh.. Hey

W: Hey, hey Phil how’s it going? How's It going man?

P: Oh, it's going, it's going alright.

W:I just thought I'd visit, Phil. I just thought you knew I would come and visit you. I haven’t seen you in awhile.

W: Phil I must confess I have come to you with a bit of a proposition. You into propositions Phil? Are you a proposition kind of guy?

P: Oh it depends depends, oh you, you’ve had some pretty lets just say not a great track record of propositions you’ve had in the past

W: I mean I’m trying to move past that. Listen Phil, I met Quackity after you kindly lent me your house, I went and met him, I met up with him, and I hadn't seen him in ages and it was nice, it felt good. He didn't seem afraid of me. Which is cool, not many people do. Phil, you don’t seem afraid of me?

P: No. No not at all

W: Good. Good because I’m not afraid of you. Uh.. Listen I met quackity and I hung out with him and I came to one conclusion about him and MY GOD the pricks resourceful aint he.

P: Yes.. he’s very.. he's one of the richest on the server at the minute. He's one of the richest people

W: What happened? What? You, you are telling me Quackity, the guy who made SWAG party, would be the richest man, geez I wouldn’t have believed you for a second but here we are.

But look, Phil, I am a bit of a propagator of the idea that capitalism shouldn’t be unchecked. You know the free market, maybe isn’t ever really that free you know. I am a bit into my interjection, you know the government interjection but there’s isn't a government anymore phi its anarchy it's pretty much what ah I see his name I see his name. (Ran boo)

P: Ha, Ha you see it

W: As much as I disagree with your opinions on anarchy. It's pretty harmless. I can’t hate you for it. I can’t hate you for literally living in a peaceful little village in the snow, I mean the server, it's never been this peaceful since the countries and nations and cities… So Phil I came to you with one question. Do you think quackity should be allowed to be left unchecked?

P: Uh no.

W: Do you think he should be allowed to grow? Oh you answered already. I agree with you Phil, I also don’t think quackity should be allowed to be left unchecked.

But you know what the problem is, there’s no Interpol, there’s no government, there’s no police force.. Technoblade spent this entire time taking down the establishment and what he's left with as predicted a POWER VACUUM for a new establishment to come in and this establishment is ahh ahh pretty unethical Phil its gambling, you a fan of gambling

P: Oh gods

W: This servers like 50% children Phil..

P: oh gods that's terrible.. yeah no that's awful.

W: ahh haha don’t sound too..

P: Gambling ruins peoples lives dude.

W: TRUE TRUE! And you know what He's getting away with , Phil. I have a proposition for you, I am glad you’re on my side and glad you agree with this Phil. I want to make a burger van.

P: Oh….

W I know when you heard of the burger van, you walked away. I get it. It's a bit of deja vu, but the difference is the burger van isnt gonna sell drugs. We are against toxic money making schemes now. We GENUINELY, genuinely selling burgers, I want to make burgers, I want to make every stake so it has a name. And. And uh (Wilbur re reads the book “Project Nevadas” Quackity left for him)

P: It definitely sounds better than the drug van,

W: yeah yeah yeah that's what I’m going to do Phil, but you see you need to understand I need someone to help me, because I’m not doing this for any reason outside of “I have an aspiration.. a goal in life to be a culinary expert” I want to be chef now Phil. I’m done now with being a President, being a government, being an authority, I want to be a burger man. I wanna sell burgers. That's my calling. That's been my calling all along. There's no ulterior motive behind this plan. I’ve got the real-estate, I’ve got the know-how and I’ve got the chutzpah (it's a yiddish word for guts basically woooo). Phil are you in?

P:I mean, ahh. You know I don’t know much about making burgers and burger vans, but I want to know who does?

W: Who?

P: Ranboo. He could help out.

W: what the fuck does he know about burgers?

P: he's literally the richest most knowledgeable person on the server besides me -

W: Phil you called - that's literally the second person you called the richest on the server. How does being rich climate him know about burgers?

P: Well you said you needed bread, you said you needed resources.. he has everything you could need.

W: What do you mean?

P: And also, he kinda knows… Right i'll be honest i'll be honest will, he's a little bit lonely, um there’s not much going on out here we are in a wilderness, a snowy blizzard wilderness right? Nothing goes on, nothing really happens here.

W: ha haha, sorry sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh at him being lonely. That shouldn’t of tickled me.

P: He needs something to keep him busy, to keep him occupied. He's done everything on the server, he's literally done everything. Give him, give him something else to do. Have fun.

W: I don’t want to. I genuinely don't want to. He's weird Phil. he's the weird neighbor kid.

P: oh STOP no stop!

W: Look at him he's that weird neighbor kid who's got something going on, you know maybe in the basement or something there’s something going on right.

P: he's harmless he's harmless

W: he's harmless now, give him a burger van and he might spatula me. Phil looks at me. Can you imagine a spatula through my skull? Huh?

P: That's not gonna happen. He’s very nice. Go make friends. Alright

W: All I need is a fire aspect sword, a bunch of cows, an anvil and some levels and we can do this Phil.

P: And he (ranboo) can give you all of those.

W: Oh my gosh stop making me play with the neighbor kids.

P: Alright stop I’m putting my foot down. If you don’t go play with them right now, I’m kicking you out of the house.

W: What the fuck?! What do you mean? Kicking? You can’t just kick- ohhhhh

P: I can and will.

W: Phil I’m ah…

P: Be nice. Go say hi, he's great. He's a great guy

W: Look Phil I trust you, I'll trust you this much, and I'll trust you that he's fine and he can help me, BUT if he's shit, you gotta come help. You gotta be burger boy with me.

P: I’ll be around, I'll be around, he's fine, you'll be fine, you guys will get along so well.

W: Thanks Phil…

P: You got this Wil, bye mate.

W: I don’t really want… What is this, why is he treating me like a kid? Like a little baby? Oh shit he's got cows…. Ah aH oh god I wasn’t built for this (gets attacked by a spider which he then crits the spider) There we go.. My man got cows. This bread as well?? No,it's not that he can farm apparently. Wait, that is bread. Wait… was that fire aspect? Is this a set up? I guess I'll befriend him… Knock knock - oh

R: woah oh

W: Hi Ranboo

R: Woah hello

W: You remember me?

R: Yeah I remember you. How are you? Its been awhile

W: It's been a little while, I mean we only met once, I mean I was just coming through visiting me pa, in his little cottage in the snow, very cute in the snow isn't it?

R: Yeah it is very nice

W: I just happened to notice you have a lot of cows.

R: Yeah! yeah I have a nice little cow farm, it's been pretty good for food recently so its been kind of yeah.

W: Can you hit one of them with your sword again please?

R: You want me to kill one?

W: Yeah quickly

R: yeah okay

W: Ranboo, I have a proposition for you

R: Yeah what’s that?

W: I know we have not got off on the best of terms but I'd like to think bygones be bygones let's bury the hatchet, let's be..

R: Yeah

W: Ranboo I’m gonna go out on a limb here, do you want to be friends?

R: S- Sure. I don’t see why not. You seem alright.

W: Cool cool. Thank you, thank you, you seem alright too. Can I come inside?

R: Oh yeah sure sure

W: I have a proposition for you.

R: Do you like my live laugh love sign?

W: Why is life capitalized?

R: it's the most important one

W: Ha, living is the most important one, living Is above laughing and loving?

R: Yeah it's priority number one honestly I just look at it when I wanna know what to do.

W: ha, okay, look look my proposition to you, um (looking at the ranboo rug)

R: Yeah its um it's my nice little rug here

W: We, we will talk in the hallway, my promotion to you ranboo was, as I have a dream of being a culinary chef.

R: Oh really! Thats nice

W: I’ve been doing a lot of things on this server. You know? President, terrorist, dead.

R: yeah that's one of them

W: I feel like the next progression is chef. Every, you know the saying….

R: okay…

W: All musicians wanna be comedians, and all dead terrorist presidents wanna be chefs. So I decided I wanna be a chef.

R: Okay! Okay.

W: I want to be a chef for no other reason than I like cooking okay?

R: Cool!

W: All I need though, is I don’t have much to my name. I have a lot of stones, I have some TnT, I have some stone tools, and a rabbit's foot.

R: Oh okay.

W: But I don’t have the cows, I don’t have the fire aspect sword, and I thought if you wanted to we could um you could we could be business partners. I’ve got the real-estate. I’ve got a great location. It’s gonna be bustling, with people eventually, there’s gonna be people coming and going, hungry too! They’re gonna be coming and going, in and out and in and out and we’ll be here

R: Yeah…

W: And get the money! We will get the money Ranboo.

R: I mean yeah sure I’ve been needing something to do, I’m down for that. That would be cool.

W: Cool, cool come with me. I gotta show you the real-estate.

R: I’m actually really glad

W: I see this as the blooming of a brilliant business relationship or a business partnership. Have you heard of Las Nevadas?

R: ohhh… yeah, yeah I remember I had an old, old cookie stand there awhile back that we just decided to abandon because it was just.. it was more just trouble.

W: A cookie stand?

R: It was more trouble than it was honestly worth.

W: Wait, you tried? You had a cookie stand?

R: I mean yeah….

W: Outside of Las Nevadas? So you did the cooking?

R: Yeah it was a little, yeah

W: Outside of Las Nevadas?

R: Yeah but then, but then, he the guy Quackity, he got all up in arms about it and everything because we decided to expand a little bit and then we just decided it was, it was too much troubles so then we kinda just, we kinda just left it so

W: So he didn't like it? He didn't like your selling of a cookie stand?

R: Yeah he didn't like it all too much. I don’t, I don’t know what it was but like it was just eh it was just more dumb conflict but eh ti was whwatever.

W: Well that's fine, that's fine because we’re Ranboo we’re not gonna annoy quackity… we can’t annoy him because we are simply put, gonna be making, I got the real-estate and he gave me the area and we are going to be making a competing business.

R: okay…

W: Because competition makes business flourish, the consumer.. Do you like the consumer? You’re a bit- a big fan of the consumer ranboo?

R: Yeah yeah, I consume things from time to time

W: Look Ranboo the consumer, the consumer is the one who does well when there is um conflict and competition right?

R: Yeah that makes sense

W: So what I want to do is make competition right? So I want to make competition so when Las Nevadas fully opens up and you can go gambling and stuff I want to make it so that people have options so people don't just have to eat at las Nevadas grills and such. So if they want they can come to our grill,

R: Yeah that's good

W: and the difference is that is that we will make our grill better than theirs and we will make lots of money and then quackity will be able to you know maybe have to make a deal with us and to maybe be our friend and and

R: But we are gonna do this respectfully right? We are gonna do something smaller and everything right?

W: Yeah I have the land and we can make it small and honestly there’s no reason for us to go further out then we need to because you know we got the location. So have you ever been in Las Nevadas or gambling Ranboo?

R: Well no, no one has actually been there when I’ve been there.

W: It’s very fun, gambling is very fun.

R: Ah

W: Gambling is what I would argue like the only reason to go to this Las Nevadas place, I mean there’s nothing else to do there

R: Okay…

W: Its like its ll that happens you know

R: Yeah just gambling

W: There's a strip club there Ranboo

R: OH yeah! For logs

W: You- you into strippers?

R: Um I mean all it just does is make the wood look different so it doesn’t really do much

W: It does make the wood look different. You’re right, you’re right Ranboo. Would you say you like Quackity? Sorry I’m really bombing you with questions right now - eh I just wanna, I want to pick your brain. I wanna know how Ranboo works.

R: Hmm no its okay its okay. I’m completely okay with it, yeah. Um I think that I, hes, I mean the thing is I just haven't seen him in so like long you know the last interaction with him I had was before the stuff that happened with everything else it's just kind of been I don't know, we were part of the same cabinet with New Lmanburg or whatever it was.

W: Cabniet…

R: Yeah Canbiet it was like…

W: A canbiet? Was this with Tubbo…?

R: Yeah yeah he had like me, Fundy, I was the minutes man and I wrote stuff down well they never checked my notes so I don’t know how useful my job was honestly. I don't know if they actually needed me but I was there.

W: Yeah yeah I know that. I know that feeling.

R: Yeah

W: So you were part of the old Lmaburg government? I didn’t know that actually.

R: Yeah, yeah

W: I thought you were a bit of an independent. I thought you were you know… so you would say you are friends with Quackity?

R: I mean yeah.. I mean I’m not really TOO much against him, but I mean yeah

W: Do you dislike anyone Ranboo?

R: Not.. too much I dont think. I mean there are other people I don't agree with of course but I think everyones just a product of what they have gone through and everything so if you understand that then you understand that, then you understand the person.

W: But don’t you think there’s sometimes allying yourself with everyone you know, it can actually make your life more complicated, more complex, more difficult…. more…

R: Yeah….. which is why I’ve kinda just went to live with Techno and Phil kind of away from everything. And try not to involve myself in that much. But then I just have a terrible radar of what is involving myself and what isn't so.

W: Right..

R: It's difficult sometimes.

W: It sounds like you set yourself up for a bit of a stressful, stressful life… So you don’t dislike anyone?

R: Yeah…

W: What about Dream?

R: Ummm yeah Well that's that. With Dream it's kind of like, all I’ve, all I’ve heard about Dream, all I’ve seen about Dream is just been the really bad things that he's done and everything so I would say I- I yeah I don’t really like Dream, but I mean he's also not really someone that it matters whether or not I like him because he's away in that prison for a very long time, so I mean, yeah.

W: With no trail.

R: Well I mean.. he… its

W: This is our competition Ranboo!

R: Oh!

W: Here's the competition

R: Okay. No ones really been here I dont think…

W: Can you even buy anything?

R: I don’t think they have half, half doors… they have

W: Smokers, Furnaces, they don't, it's just nothing

R: Huh.

W: It doesn't benefit the consumer Ranboo does it? Imagine you come here gambling.. First off the fucking door is shut

R: Mhm

W: Wait there’s a hole…

R: ohh… uh? that's interesting. I haven't been here in awhile, I just haven't been outside in awhile honestly.

W: Are we allowed… in?

R: I dont… I dont know.

W: It looks like crap Ranboo. Don't bother, it looks awful.

R: Oh, oh okay. Okay.

W: The point is this does not benefit the consumer right? This building does not benefit the consumer, it's just made to look pretty and make the consumer feel like.. lee do a test. I can promise you me ol, or should I say new pal, that this sign, I guarantee will not go. That will be here forever and that will never leave. (Signs that say “closed forever” “Quackity burger place is crap” “Go behind this building to better burgers'')

R: It's.. I don't know if abandoned is the right word, I don't know what you call it.

W: There we go, I guarantee these signs will stay there because they don’t care about the customer. They only care about looking cool and ooh ooh we got a restaurant, no they dont.

R: Yeah no one is really keeping it up.

W: Let me show you the real-estate. This is the best part, so come with me. Bah bum ba bum bum bum bum ba Oh ranboo, do you see the cock ranboo?

R: Oh that's what that is? I thought it was a clock actually

W: See that cock?

R: Yeah I see it.

W: That's our border. Well, technically, this wood is our border. This area.

R: Okay.

W: This area is ours. I’ve been trying to think of a name for it.

R: Hmm

W: I’m thinking about Paradise.

R: Paradice…

W: How’d you think about Paradise Ranboo?

R: Well I mean it could be good word play with the whole gambling thing.. pair of dice.

W: That is good.. you, you really are a smart cookie, a smart kind of guy.

R: Thank you!

W: Well, this is where I’ve been sort of working. So this is sort of where Tommy and I have been working. Tommy sadly couldn’t be here to help me, and um let me show you where I think we should make the burger van.

R: okay

W: Well I think it should be, it's to be close to the border so that people can access it and then get straight back to gambling. The customer, the customer, is happy, the customer gets their burgers and then goes straight back to gambling. How about we build it here, right here.

R: Right here? Okay that works. So what do you have in mind, you seem to have a vision.

W: 1950s… burger, retro. Red and white stripes.

R: Red and White okay, I have Blue?

W:Blue…

R: I have blue.

W: I’m not a big fan of Blue.

R: oh okay well I don’t really know where to get a lot of red.

W: Flowers… I can get you red. Ranboo you seem to be proficient, you can start building the van I’ll be back.

R: Alright..

W: Also, also give me your fire aspect, I’ll get the beef and then we can begin and we can get the bread.

R: okay uh here

W: Ran-orad, Ranaord? Ranord.

R: I name all my things with different puns. It's just Ran and sword

W: That's good, that's a good one, new friend, I like it. This isn't drawing any parallels to your cookie shop right? This is a completely different feeling?

R: yeah no the cookie shop I’m pretty sure, I don't even know if it was a cookie shop to begin with… because it was a little fortified if i'm entirely honest…

W: Fortified?

R: yeah did you not see like oh! That giant stone structure as you came in here and walked around

W: oH wait, that's a cookie shop?

R: Yeah

W: I thought it was like a, I thought it was like a palisade

R: no I mean tubbo told me it was for cookies but I’m thinking about it now..

W: oh tubbo.. tubbo.

R: I don’t think it was

W: See I like tubbo man, he's strong headed and he doesn't let people push him around.

R: Yeah yeah

W: Did you learn a lot? Did you learn a lot from him?

R: Maybe yeah, I also just, if people aren't willing to change their views or anything I find it unnecessary to mindlessly argue so.

W: So Ranboo you say this yet you show up in all the conflict. I’m not I’m not coming at you like judging you, I'm not one to talk about conflict.

R: Mhm mhm

W: But when I think of Ranboo I don't think of what a calm guy who’s neutral and stays out of everything, I don't think of Switzerland when I think of you ranboo, I think I think you're a bit more dynamic than that, why do you claim that you’re so peaceful and neutral and yet you appear in almost every conflict the server has had since I died.

R: I mean ah, that's because I’m bad at avoiding the thing that I don't like, which is, I don’t know it's it's weird. It's a weird situation that it's mostly my fault but I’ve been doing alright with it recently. I haven't been doing too much to anger people I don't think but I think it's just because I really want to help sometimes and sometimes I let my desire to help people get in the way of what I have previously said or previously claimed about myself.

W: Ranboo? Why did you come to help me?

R: Well because I think, well I need one I kind of need something to do and this is pretty fun, I like building little things and everything although they may not look too good and also I just think you can I think you are an alright person you know? So I kind of wanted to get off on a better foot from what happened before.

W: Why?

R: Just because I don't really like having the thought that people don't really like me.

W: No no not the bit about the right foot, why don’t you think I’m a bad person?

R: Well I mean I think you did bad things but you also went through things that made you that way and then I also think that you’re changed now. I mean if you ask me to talk to the older Wilbur before you died, for a little bit then yeah I would think you’re kind of not a good person.

But I think now you’ve apparently been away long enough, that I think if anyone goes away long enough for that long of a time that eventually they’ll have a thought of their morality, and everything and become a better person because of it. So, I'm hopeful. I’m hopeful. I like having a good amount of optimism.

W: Cool.. ah cool that's nice, thank you.

R: Yeah!

W: Uh, I think I needed to hear that, I’ve um, can I be real with you? Sorry Ranboo, you really got me. Fucking hell can I be real with you man?

R: Yeah sure.

W: I think I scare people.

R: I mean, yeah I do the same thing

W: No no, I mean I don't think I, I think a lot of people share your idea in trying to try… to keep me from hurting you know? They have seen what I can do and they don’t want me to do it again, so they adopt your emotion in order to do it.

Do you know I demolished his house and brutally ignored him? He fought for my country! And I ignored him. I didn't look at him. I didn't give him so much a medal, I didn't give him so much a rank, I gave him the lowest rank in the cabinet, and do you know what it took? Do you know what it took for him to forgive me? A “sorry” And I’ve, I’ve spoken to Tommy about Jack Manifold, and Jack Manifold is NOT the sort of person to forgive with a sorry.

Can you imagine if Dream said sorry to Jack Manifold? What has Dream done to Jack Manifold huh? Barely anything. I imagine if Dream said sorry to Jack Manifold, Jack Manifold would ignore him. Do you wanna know why? It’s because Dream is in prison, and I’m not. Dream! He's had his comeuppance and I’ve not! My comeuppance was apparently not good enough for these people, they are just waiting for the next thing, the next slip up and Ranboo I’m not gonna fucking slip up Ranboo. I’m different.

I’m not Dream, god I wish I was. Sometimes I wish I was. I wish I had that comeuppance. But Ranboo I’m not Dream and I’m not gonna be Dream and that's ahhh. I am living in eternal limbo again. I’ve been through limbo. I'm out of limbo and socially I’m still in limbo and man hearing you say those words that you said to me, do you remember what you said?

R: Yeah… I do?

W: You said “I think people can change” that's number one

R: Mhm

W: And number two you’re “scared if people don’t like you”

R: Yeah

W: I’ve been investing, I’ve been investing into the wrong areas Ranboo. I’ve been investing in the wrong people. Were kindred man, we get each other

R: Yeah, Yeah I’d say so.

W: We have SO much difference, but you know what the one thing we got incommon? Our strongest point? And you mustn't take offense to this, okay?

R:Okay..?

W: Neuroticism. Me and you are just as neurotic as each other. Just as nervous but the thing is it’s not our downfall you know? Anxiety isn't necessarily an evil trait to have. Anxiety is what kept our ancestors alive Ranboo.

R: Yeah

W: You? Me? Your Parents, whoever they may be, my parents, do you know how they’re alive? Because they were anxious. They didn't let another thing kill them, they didn't let another thing take them down. Our ancestors, the cavemen in the woods or the cave enderman, were anxious when they heard the lion roar; they were anxious when the wolf howled. And you know what they did? They went inside and they hid and that's what they did and that's why we are here today. Ranboo me and you are neurotic, and that's why we are alive..right now talking to each other and doing this.

R: Okay…… I really, I really do hope that's um a good thing.

W: Sorry, ha, that's uh that might have come across- I’m really sorry I meant um, I’ll go get you some more red.

R: No no I understand what you mean I think, we both are kind of thinkers I think well yeah, we tend to think about a lot of things. Think about a lot of situations and how people are affected by said situations. How we can make things better and although we may think in different ways the fact we both, I think we both think at the same level just in different ways sometimes.

W: I think you might be a bit braver than me and showing your true colors. I feel like, I feel like with you Ranboo I never have to guess your next move. I never have to guess your hand, you know?

R: Yeah

W: I feel like, I feel like life dealt us the same cards and the difference is you, you build your trust by showing people your cards whilst, I keep them close to my chest and I feel like that may be the difference. But I’m gonna stop psychoanalysing you so

R: heh

W: And let's… let's, Ranboo how’d you feel about thievery?

R: Oh uh ooh, what types? What do you-

W: I’m going to steal Las Nevadas cows to cook our burgers.

R: Oh oh okay?

W: And I’m not going to re-breed them. I am going to simply kill them.

R: Alright I mean, so you are? Are you gonna steal all of them? Or just

W: Nahh just enough so it's annoying ya know?

R: Okay um

W: Unless, how about this if this makes you feel a bit less uncomfortable about it how about if I steal all the cows unless they have a sign on them that says “these cows are property of las Nevadas” then I’ll leave them alone so unless they have an expressed sign that says “do not steal please” I’ll leave them alone. But if not… it seems like a good idea

R: Okay yeah

W: You’re really good a building vans

R: Oh thank you

W: I’m pretty good at building vans too.

R: Okay.

W: Okay I’ve got the steak.

R: Oh, nice

W: Pretty good, is that enough red for you?

R: I just need something to put the red on

W: Oh cool yeah, I can go find you some wool.

R: There could be some chests around. You know I found a full netherite block in one the other day?

W: Wait what?

R: There was just another netherite block in one of the chests, it was very interesting.

W: I’ve just restocked for us.

R: Ohh, nice I’ll put some of our building materials here. Oh wow, wait did you get, did you get all of them?

W: Yeah heh, pretty good yeah?

R: Oh geez.

….. [Talk about Minecraft mechanics]

W: So this is your cookie factory, your cookie shop, your giant fortress

R: Yeah you realize a lot now that it’s a giant fortress. Sometimes, sometimes I don’t realize things until they’re an afterthought.

W: How is Tubbo?

R: He's um, alright. I think he's doing pretty well.

W: What is he up to right now?

R: He's um he's just building around Snowchester you know? Not really doing-

W: Snowchester?

R: Oh you- don't know about snowchester? It’s basically just like this little- it used to have some people but then everyone just kind of went off on their own ways. It’s just like this little arctic area, a village he created.

W: A town?

R: Yeah basically!

W: So, Las Nevadas, Snowchester, - I thought Techno and Phil told me they were successful? Well just Phil I haven't spoken to Techno since, since, it happened.

R: Mhm Well it

W: Phil told me they were successful and there's no more nations and that there’s anarchy here.

R: Well it's not a nation it's literally just- it's literally just him.

W: What about this Kinoko Kingdom I keep reading about?

R: I have no idea. All they put down there was just signs and I havent heard anything about that honestly.

W: So there’s, there’s a lot going on Ranboo. What part do you play? Go on, You can't be THAT neutral, if you’re not a part of Kinoko Kingdom, then you must be a part of something.

R: I mean I guess you could say I’m a part of.. Snowchester a little bit? I think I’m mainly just um with Phil and Techno I’m pretty sure. It’s mainly, it's mainly just them and everything. Because that's pretty much where I’ve been living for awhile and all so.

W: And now the Paradise Burger Van.

R: And now the Burger Van I guess yeah.

W: Good, good! I’m coming back. Do you need more red or?

R: No, we got enough.

W: Then the final step is to name the burger and name the beef!

R: Name, name the beef?

W: Oh so another thing I wanted to do is to legitimize our burgers so it's not just stake right is to make a uh name for all our stakes so when they've had it you know our stake shop that they know this is our stake shop, and only the high grade beef. So we are all gonna name the burgers with an anvil and I wanted, I wanted to give them like versions and wanted to use an alt code so that no one could copy it. So it's like “hey you’ve got a volume one steak, burger steak” so people would come and it's sort of an NFT value to it. A bit of a you know, once you’ve had volume one of burgers then that's gone forever like versions, is this making sense? Are you following?

R: Yeah this is making sense, I’m following I think

W: Cool cool

R: Yeah

W: What do you think of calling the burger shop?

R: Hmm

W: I’m thinking of either Paradise or Wilburger?

R: Well Wilburger is funny

W: Wilburger is funny but it doesn't take into account the work you put in.

R: Hmm maybe paradise burgers might be good

W: What about Wilbooger?

R: Will- Wait a minute but then that means we have booger in it, and then they will make fun of it.

W: Yeah yeah, paradise burger has a meaning behind it. So like, you know paradise next to Las Nevadas. Have a think

R: Paradise…

W: Weeeeeeeeeeee, ding dong we got everything we need. Right, let me go to an anvil and think of a name. This has been good, this has been chill.

R: This has been nice

W: I feel like we are good business partners. I’m excited to show Tommy. What's your opinion on Tommy?

R: Oh he's great. Tommys awesome.

W: Agreed

R: Yeah. Definitely gone through a lot but I definitely think that has made him a good person.

W: Mmm yeah well you seem to think everyone going through something at least gives them some merit you said

R: Well I mean yeah. I mean if- if no one, the only really bad people are the ones who are just evil because, just because then they don't really have any reason why you know? Those are in my opinion the bad people.

W: Right

R: I don’t really think there’s that many bad people like that so yeah.

W: Let me find an alt code, I want to find a cool alt code for the Wilburger, let's go for a sunbeam

R: ooooh

W: This is sexy, what I've done. Here we go here we go The beef! The bread doesn't have to be named

R: yeah

W: It’s gonna be good. Here we go, here we go. Look at this!

R: Oooohhh thats cool

W: No ones copying that

R: Yeah especially the thing in the eye as well.

W: It's a watermark no one, no one can copy it now so we can sell those with one slice of bread on either side and that's our thing. That's our shtick.

R: Yeah I think thats good thats good

W: I think we are getting to the point Ranboo where we are almost done I mean I do have a question to ask you though

R: Yeah of course ask away.

W: Just gonna put the bread back. This is gonna be a make or break

R: Okay.

W: Come with me

R: Yeah

W: This really could be, could be a make or break. And what about the Wilburger Ran Van?

R: Oh thats good thats good

W: Cool cool, then we’ll have your name on as the co creator I won’t be ceo, I will be vice chairman of the wilburger ran-van corporation

R: Cool, awesome.

W: So here’s our completion ranboo you remember the signs?

R: Yeah? They are still there.

W: Yeah it's good innit? Ranboo I want you to smash the windows.

R: Smash the windows? Like how? How do you want me to do it?

W: Take this (gave ranboo a cobblestone block) hold it in your hand

R: Okay

W: Now break the window.

R: okay

W: More

R: Do more? Okay

W: A lot more

R: keep going? Oh uh oh

[Wilbur places down TNT in a corner of the competition restaurant]

R: Are you sure about that one?

W: Come here

R: Oh? Okay

W: You trust me alright?

R: Yeah?

W: Detonate that, its only in the corner to prove we are not fucking around

R: I mean it's just in the corner right and then it will, it will drop all the blocks

W: Yep

R: And then we can put it somewhere

W: We can put it in a chest next to it.

R: Okay.. ohh Careful! [Wilbur stood really close to the TNT so he took damage]

W: It’s alright

R: That was a little bit more than I thought

W: Picking up those blocks

R: Yep, I think we can just put them in the chests here I think.

W: Okay I’ll fill this in, you passed the test, good job man. You can go back to the van, I’ll be back there soon. Ranboo

R: Yeah?

W: I’m proud of you man. You, you’ve taken a side, you’ve proven you can choose a side and I’m proud of you.

R: Thank- Thank, thank you. I haven't-

W: You’ve got something to work for.

R: Yeah, yeah

W: I’ll see you around. I’m gonna head off after I fix this but you get to work on the Ranvan. See you soon.

R: Yeah I’ll get to work, see you soon, buh bye

W: see you soon man.

[Wilbur breaks one of the signs placed down from earlier then goes to the explosion site and writes a sign with the NFT symbol saying Wilbur + Ranboo Did this together and places a chest to put the exploded materials in a chest along with two diamonds]

W: ahh, I love that guy.

#wilbur soot #ranboo #ranvan #wilburger #philza #c!wilbur #dsmp transcript #transcript #dsmp #las nevadas #quackity #c!ranboo #c!philza #tubbo #this was fun #I also have this in a google doc just ask in my asks and ill post it

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Amity Park Anomalies || Ch.2

Fic: AO3 | FFN

Fandom: Danny Phantom

Characters/Relationships: Wesley Weston, Dash Baxter, Sidney Poindexter

Fic Summary: Local paranormal Skeptic Wesley Weston aka Atlasdunked and paranormal enthusiast Dash Baxter aka Hisdudefriday discuss and explore the issues plaguing their town. Amity Park is a hotbed for supernatural activity, and who’s to say that’s all there is? We follow two amateur investigators trying to uncover the monsters under your bed, and the things that go bump in the night. They answer the questions you’re too afraid to ask.

Chapter Summary: Things are heating up with a debate on the existence of the classified government organization, The Guys in White. Fueled by mountain dew and bad decisions they’ve decided to continue their endeavor to prove that ghosts are real. Content warnings: Hypnosis? Unethical police procedure? Ratbag teens being ratbag teens

“What if I told you there was a branch of the government specifically designed to vanish and reappear like the very things that they hunt? Gone but never forgotten. Anywho recall them are left haunted by the hazy and distant memories of their experience. A brave few have offered their testimonials to the internet and a few in their ranks have leaked documents to their known existence. The Guys in White were propagated by myth and internet folklore. Let’s separate fact from fiction. The myth from reality."

A deep gravelly voice like that found in Hammer-House horror growled, “Welcome back fellow creatures of the night—”

“Oh my god! Chill out, Captain Cornball.” Wes was practically cringing, writhing in second-hand embarrassment.

Abruptly falling into laughter, Dash coughed, “Aw, dude! You made— made me lose it!”

“Thank god.” The basketball player rested a hand on his chest, in faux relief. Wes then explained, “For those of you at home, I know it might be hard to imagine. If you were to see Captain Cornball in his staggering six-one broad-shouldered excellence you would think that he would sound like y’know— a man. Instead, you have—”

“Helium-tank-Hank,” Dash interjected.

Bumping the mike while gesticulating, Wes offered, “Hey, hey— In Justin’s defense, the coach called you that first.”

“Welcome back everyone,” Dash’s leading man smile was interlaced with his opener, “We missed you.”

“He doesn’t speak for me.” Wes chuckled, swatting the quarterback’s shoulder.

“I’m His-dude-Friday!”

“I’m Atlas-dunked.”

“And this is…”

Simultaneously the pair declared, “Amity Park Anomalies!”

They tried to keep from laughing and ruining the live stream, though they were fourteen-year-old boys who had a case of mountain dew under their desk— how composed do you expect them to be with that much sugar?

Before Dash could speak, Wes fired off with a drumroll, “So, what nonsense do you have for us today?”

Dash retrieved his school folder, the purple one was now designated as the official Amity Park Anomalies research compendium. Also doubled to hold all of his math homework that conveniently went ‘missing.’

“Oh, it’s gettin’ real, folks, he has a dossier now,” Wes smirked, resting his chin on his fist.

“Don’t make me laugh! I’m serious,” The king jock could be heard trying to stifle the rest of his giggling.

Wes being the youngest brother out of three didn’t exactly take orders well. The shooting-guard pulled up at his nostrils, and used his other hand to fish-hook his lower lip, using his first two fingers to yank at the corners of his mouth. Exposing his lower teeth and gums.

Dash bit his cheek to keep it cool, “You’re so unprofessional—”

“Thank you,” Weston released his face, “it’s the ADHD. Or as I like to call it my high definition personality."

"Okay, stop me if you've heard this one before," Dash scooted forward to the edge of his rolling chair, "Husband and wife ghost hunting duo—"

"No!" A loud monotonous groan nearly blew out the speakers, "Please, tell me we're NOT covering the Fentons?"

Baxter wore a large smirk affixed to his face as he quietly said, "No."

"...No?" The basketball player was a touch shocked by that. The Fentons were something of an Amity Park staple. A sideshow that sort of took on a life of its own.

Rather optimistically, Dash assured him, "No. This is a very different husband and wife ghost hunting duo. The Wickets. Edna and Louis Wicket."

Wes thinned his mouth at this.

"Oh,” Dash registered his ignorance of the topic. He sucked in his teeth like he had made a mistake, speaking lightly, “Right, you don’t go outside."

Pert offended, Wes, slouched— his elbows hitting the desk, "Point. Find it soon, Baxter."

Jeez, he sounded like Mr Lancer. He raised his hands in sheepish surrender, “Okay, okay—”

Dash found his notes again and searched for his jumping-off point, “The Wickets were the leading experts in the paranormal in the seventies, and up until their deaths. They helped found the non-scientific study of demonology. They had about a few dozen case-calls in Amity Park through the eighties.”

“Oh, so, these were, like, competent insane people? They’re like—” His cohost chuckled, “the Fentons but on Prozac?”

Shrugging the interruption off Baxter continued, “The Wickets were supposedly the second generation of the spiritualist movement. They were relatively reserved compared to their peers which lent more authenticity to their findings. This didn’t mean they stayed completely out of the spotlight. The Wickets were infamously called into court trying to justify a man who was allegedly possessed while murdering his landlord.”

“I mean you don’t need to be possessed to want to kill a landlord,” Wes said under his breath. There was a moment of silence followed by Weston gasping— slapping the other’s arm, “Wait— Wait— Wait, I think I have heard about these two nutbars. They were the ones who had the defective baby doll that, like, spat fire and caused car crashes, right?”

Dash clicked his tongue, “Genevieve: A cursed BananaBread doll.”

“My mom had one of those.” Wes exhaled humorously from his nose, “Though I imagine instead of smelling like banana bread, Genevieve smelled like— what? The souls of the damned?”

With some reluctance, the quarterback admitted, “Actually, it was sulfur.”

“Is that right?” Punctuating this non-question, Weston cracked open his fourth soda of the evening. He tutted, “The movies always made that seem scarier.”

“Either way, we’re not gonna go too far into the Wicket’s closet of skeletons. We’re going to be talking about Edna’s testimonial about her encounter with the Guys in White.”

Cicadas outside the bedroom window could be heard, as well as the delicate humming from the lamps around the desk.

“No comments, or quips?”

“It’s very polite of you to give me the opportunity, but you can’t rely on me to carry your show for you, dude.”

“Not the phrasing I would use, but… sure.” Dash retrieved another series of printed-out notes, “The first Guy in White sighting dates back to nineteen-forty-seven in Ohio. A man claimed to have been hearing voices while taking his boat out on the water. At eight am as the sun was rising, as he was coming to, he claimed to have seen a woman in a nightgown floating above the water just off the bow. After the man had tried and failed to court the local newspaper into the story. He came home one afternoon to meet a man in a three-piece white suit and black gloves. The man in white produced a black business card with a seal of cadeus embossed on it. According to him he blurred the photo until the woman was rendered to an incomprehensible orb, and warned him to never speak of the incident again.”

“So,” The shooting-guard pursed his lips, “When you say nightgown…”

“Dude, I don’t know.” Bewildered by the devious expression on Wes’ face, Dash futilely shrugged, “Probably something era-appropriate?”

“I’m just curious. There isn't a lot of detail with this story and I'm just trying to paint a picture." Wesley picked at the fuzz on the mike's windsock.

“Let’s just say it’s floor-length because as I said the photo was blurred to hell and back.” Dash folded back a page and pinned it back with his thumb and index finger. He twisted his wrist against the desk slightly to show the image in question. It was grainy and had texture on the film. “Are you slut-shaming the spirit right now?”

“You don't even believe in ghosts! I— Let's just move on."

"That wasn't a denial."

"It's Ohio! It's freaking cold there! I'm just saying a conservative flannel nightgown seems reasonable."

There was a beat of silence again as Wes watched Dash flush with irritation. The shooting-guard figured if it was that easy to push the elite Dash Baxter's buttons, it would be cake scaring the crap out of him. Weston toyed with the cord attached to the desktop, "And she could be a sexy orb, for all we know. I'm sure there are some… eligible ghost ax-murderers for her."

"Wes."

"Like on the orb scale, this is a high six, solid seven material. This is a good orb."

" Jesus Christ ." Baxter's eyebrows furrowed in exasperation, he pinched his tear ducts— snatching back the papers and photo from Wesley. Just say it’s bad evidence and move on.

The quarterback would need something more convincing to prove that ghosts are real. Though really, it was like Wes was denying reality. The guy always seemed to be missing or sick whenever ghost stuff happened at school. Wes’ immune system was a complete joke! The day the meat monster attacked? Conveniently Wes had food poisoning from his trip abroad the week prior when those ewwie-gooey octopus and screechy bats kept trying to eat the debate team. Or that sketchy-ass counselor lady… She still gave Dash the hives. Wes’ dad thought the idea of mandatory school counselor sessions when he already had a psychiatrist was unnecessary.

Unconsciously Dash spoke through his hands which now rested on his face, “Wait is it octopus or octopi if it’s plural?”

“Weren’t you in the middle of a rant?” The basketball player was starting to worry about the guy, all those horror movies were making him a total space case. His brains were atrophying before their very eyes.

“Right! Right, thanks. So the important thing about the Guys in White is that they only talk to those who have paranormal experiences or people who research them. The Guys in White always seem to present themselves as a part of a larger organization. From this encounter in forty-seven, we skip to nineteen-sixty-seven. Richard Robinson told the authorities that after his car got into a collision with a ghost taxi, in Lafayette Indiana. On impact the other vehicle vanished and so did the other driver. Robinson managed to get away unscathed and with the driver’s glasses. Though as he was returning to his home, he was met with two agents in— you guessed it! White! The agents demanded the immediate return of the glasses. When Robinson refused, they threatened his daughter. Saying, and I quote,”

Coughing, Dash lowered his voice to what he thought an adult would sound like, “Your daughter has a recital coming up, right? If those glasses do not come back into the government’s possession your girl may not be dancing for long. If you don’t want child services here, first thing in the morning. Then you’d better hand over the glasses.”

“Robinson never saw the men again after turning over the glasses, and only came forward with his experience after his daughter moved away.”

Weston sighed with the faintest breath of disappointment in his tone, “So obviously, we can’t take anything he says seriously. His testimony is completely invalid!”

“Aw, is someone bummed?”

“No way,” Wes blew a raspberry, “I’m just saying you’re gonna have to try harder than that Baxter. It sounds like the guy was drunk and hit a tree, and then didn’t want to admit it.”

“Okay— how about this?” Dash combed through his papers to pull up another grainy photograph on film, though instead of being a black sea, this image was an urban cityscape. In the alcove of a building next to a column, a large white bald man was in the shadows reading a newspaper. His eyes were shrouded with pitch-black sunglasses giving no illusion that the man had any kind of soul to gaze into. The quarterback tapped the paper, “Nineteen-sixty-eight, a woman in New York claimed to have been stalked by a man in a white suit after reporting her previous dwelling as haunted. Her apartment where she had been living with her fiance had then been ransacked. She managed to sneak pictures of this agent. This image matches all known descriptions of Guys in White.”

Frowning at this Wes studied the image carefully, he laughed from his nose, “It also matches all known douche-bags. Seriously, sunglasses at night, and a fedora? The dude could’ve been a pimp. Correlation is not causation.”

There was a beat. With that vacant look behind Dash’s eyes.

Big words hurt Dash.

Wes clarified his opinion, “Just because she saw a man in white doesn’t mean he broke into her apartment. Plenty of other people could have done that.”

"I knew that." Dash deflated, "You could try to suspend your disbelief a little bit."

“T--then what are we doing here?” Wes explosively blustered, the pen in his hand bouncing off the desk. He repeated, “What are we doing here? You have your little stories, and I have my stone-cold logic.”

“Didn’t you stick your knife in the microwave because your butter was cold?”

“It was Lancer’s microwave, but that’s hardly relevant.” His cohost dismissed with a wave, collecting his pen from the floor.

“I think I’ve built enough suspense here. Let’s get to the real reason why we’re here. Edna after her husband’s death last year, two-thousand-n-one, was visited specifically by a man in a white suit. She readily identified as the man in the suit as an operative of the organization called the Gentlemen in White. She also identified the organization by another name, the Milk Men—”

There was a loud thunk, of the back of Wes’ head hitting the underside of the desk.

“Are you okay? Wes, oh my god!”

The mighty Atlas seethed, “I-I-I’m good— I’m great!” The pain briefly subsided as the smile on his face only grew, “But you’re totally making that up. They’re not called the Milk Men.”

“According to Edna, that’s how the man identified the organization.” Dash rustled the paper, “The Milk Men. She also claimed he didn’t tell her this verbally, she had received this information through a telekinetic interception. In her words, they had something called ‘a battle of the minds.’”

“... You’ve lost me, Baxter. You’ve completely lost me.”

“You draw the line at telekinetic interception?”

“Were there mind lasers?” Asking excitedly, Wesley reached across the desk to see the rest. He impatiently, pounded on the table with his fist, “Please let the record show that there were mind lasers in the battle of the minds?”

Shoving the basketball player back to his side of the desk— Dash narrowed his eyes at his notes, “That’s what it says, Edna confronted the man in a battle of the minds, but she was so frail by that point in time that she lost. The agent then ‘stole’ her husband’s research and a few cursed artifacts that she had been cataloging. She identified her attacker and died several days later after this man broke into her home without a warrant. Her son attests that his mother may have been slightly agitated because she hadn’t been taking her medication.”

Snapping his fingers, Wes haughtily declared, “Competent insane people! You can go a long way just pretending you know what you’re talkin’ about.”

“Edna and her son, Jeff, have conflicting testimonials of that day. Edna says that Jeff was there but he had been hypnotized by a… coin?” Eyes flitting back and forth with disbelief, Dash muddled through the rest of his notes, “The agent had made her son look at a coin for a few minutes and he completely forgot about the encounter. Jeff claims that he found his mother collapsed in Louis’ study, there was no break-in, and there was no one else there. He was very sure that the door was locked because he had the key for it.”

Wes rubbed his head, resting his face on Dash’s keyboard, “Do I even really need to say why this is insane? She’s claiming that Milk Men came, performed some close-up magic on her son, and stole her life’s work. You can understand why I am…” Wes sucked in his lower lip causing his chin to wrinkle, “Suspicious.”

Sitting up, he adjusted the mike towards himself, “But hey, if being great at close-up magic is all that’s required my brother Kyle would be a great candidate for the dudes in white. Can I give a shout-out? Is that, like, allowed?”

“Sure?” Dash adjusted the tautness of his headset, unsure if the pressure, the copious amounts of sugar he just ingested, or the ginger mess in the next chair over was to blame for his sudden migraine. Digging his fingers into the skin above his temple, Dash leaned back in his chair for a moment.

Leaning in extremely close to the mike, about a nose distance away. The basketball player put forth a very solemn and stoic expression, “... Fuck you, Kyle .”

With such a small and serious voice worming its way into his ears, Dash’s chest compressed like a shotgun with a sudden breathless laugh, “Jesus—”

“ Dad bought you megablocks instead of legooooos .”

“Kyle also went to magic camp, and you didn’t.” Dash collapsed his notes onto his chest, with a deep and tired breath.

Twisting around in his rolling chair, Wes tugged on the jock’s sleeve. Yanking him towards the equipment, wanting to hear the end of the story. Chuckling Wes identified the fugue-like state his cohost was in, “Whoa, sugar crash.”

Pawing under the table between their chairs, Weston retrieved another can. He cracked it open, with an impish smile, “Have another soda; you’ll hate me later.”

Getting his second wind with a sip, Dash lightly slapped himself to realign his focus. Grunting, he stretched his jaw, “Okay so— yeah while this initially sounds like ramblings of an old ghost hunter past her prime, but on record, she’s self-identified as a clairvoyant and had for many years. She had written numerous books about her exploits in a spiritual world much like our own called the ‘elsewhereness.’ Edna and her husband Louis had also compiled a comprehensive list about the hierarchy of ghosts.”

“According to the theories, all ghosts are derived from the original seven deadly sins, so there are seven different types of ghosts. The default residents of the spiritual plane are known as Shades.”

“It always seems to come back to seven, huh.”

“At the bottom of the list, we have Omens. They manifest as coincidences, deja vu, bad luck, suspicious animals, oddities in nature. While this might seem like a weak one— the idea behind these ghosts is less about what they can physically do to you, and what they can do to you mentally. Omens act to weaken your mental fortitude. Powerful omens can alter reality around their desired target.”

“Next we have Poltergeists. These assholes can supposedly take control of inanimate objects, harvesting electrical pulses and manipulating radio frequencies. In tandem with other ghost powers, Poltergeists are known for being loud— legit their name directly translates as ‘noisy ghost’. These ghosts typically have the most of their personality intact for better or worse.”

“After Poltergeists, we have Wraiths who are the manifestations of rage are extremely goal orientated. They’re commonly associated with violent hauntings, scratches, burns, bruises. They seem to be attracted to rage, so some of you should check your aggro thoughts.”

“Ghouls are a logical progression. They can manipulate the physical environment and impose their will onto others.”

“Shadows feed on their hosts until nothing remains.”

Dash yawned, looking at the red numbers shutter on his digital clock, “Then finally we have Familiars, typically they hone in on a single target, in attempts to assimilate themselves into the living world.”

“What do you mean ‘finally’?” Wes cocked a brow, “That’s only six? Like Omens that’s sloth, Poltergeists that’s greed, Wraiths are wrath, Ghouls are pride, Shadows are gluttony, Familiars are envy. You’re forgetting lust.”

“... I don’t wanna say it on air,” Bashfully Dash scratched his ear.

Wes elbowed the quarterback in the ribs several times, “Bro— do it.”

Shaking his head with a tiny scowl on his face, Baxter eventually repeated from his notes, “Succubi.”

“AH!” Triumphantly spinning in a tight circle, Wes exclaimed, “I knew that one!”

“Of course you did.”

“Does that scale say anything about Phantoms and where they fall?”

Dash awkwardly chuckled, “Oh— uh… nah. I mean this scale is more of like, a loose guideline for where some spirits fall. I don’t think the Phantom actually fits anywhere on this scale… maybe he’s like an angel or something? It doesn’t really…” he wrung his hands together, “Accommodate for protective spirits.”

“Pride seems likely. Maybe he’s a ghoul?” Wes hypothesized before he glared at his reflection in the dimmed computer monitor, “Not that I think he’s real, but from what you said about him he seems like a real showboat.”

Fidgeting with a hangnail Baxter stayed quiet for a moment, “...Yeah, a showboat.” He dryly swallowed, “Er… anyway. A few months ago an anonymous user online with the handle Milk-Underscore-Monster-zero-zero, on the r-slash-amity-horrors forum, leaked a very similar chart complete with illustrations by Louis Wicket with what appear to be amended notes censoring some of the information. Claiming that they were a Gentlemen in White operative. They leaked the file to ensure people knew the signs of the hauntings in Amity Park.”

Face falling, Weston deadpanned, “... Baxter I don’t want to be that guy to break it to you, but people lie on the internet.”

“I’m just saying it’s a weird coincidence,” Dash flipped to the last page of his notes, “Some closing notes: Men in White operatives can be identified by their sunglasses and three-piece white suit with black tie and matching gloves. They’re relatively hairless, the only skin they leave exposed being their scalps and lower face. The texture of their skin has been debated from being extremely leathery and dry to upsettingly plastic. It is unknown if the agents are trained in psychological torture or have esp-like abilities, though what is clear is that they don’t need a warrant to break into your home to confiscate your ghostly findings.”

“Do they have a number? Like a tipline? Or a place to register complaints about annoying ghost hunters?” Grinning the shooting-guard added, “Asking for a friend.”

“Hey,” Dash flicked him, “if you report the Fentons the Fentons might report us, and then we’d be black-bagged in a government van.”

“Nah.” Shirking away, Wes poked his cohost in the cheek, “You’d be black-bagged in a government van, you’re a ghost hunter— I’m simply a known associate.”

“I’m not a ghost hunter… I just think they’re… cool,” The quarterback then posed an unexpected question, “So if I went missing, you’d look for me?”

Wesley scanned his acquaintance up and down. Amused. Throwing a fake punch, his knuckles resting on Dash’s cheekbone, “If I’m not busy— sure. I’d look for you.”

Beneath Wes’ fist, he could feel Baxter’s smile inching its way on the quarterback’s face, “and that’s our time, everyone. Thanks for joining us. Sleep tight. I’m His-dude-Friday.”

“I’m Atlas-dunked.”

“We’ll see you next time Amity Park.” Simultaneously the pair signed off. Taking a moment to hydrate themselves with their energy drinks, they didn’t feel the need to say anything else. Stretching out, they muttered back and forth that it was too late for Weston to go home.

The bedroll was a bit of a headache to find in the dark attic. Dash removed the spare blankets from the hall closet, but when he came back to his room Wes had already passed out on the floor, spread eagle. Snoring away.

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