arent you a little old for them

Doomed — Min Yoongi

Words: 5390

Warnings: demon!Yoongi + angst + filthy smut + fluff

Description: Arent people supposed to be scared when they find out that a demon has been stalking them?

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Everyone gets that feeling when they feel that someone is watching them. Monitoring everything they do. Stalking them.

That’s how you felt almost everyday. It was as if someone was actually watching you. Or spying on you.

You began to think like this since you were little. About 10 years old. Whenever you were somewhere, you felt a presence, even when you were alone. It was like someone was always there with you. It started off simple, but got worse and creepier as you grew older.

When you were 13, you couldn’t stand being home alone, because you always felt that someone was going to come for you. You would hear strange noises such as people talking when you were home alone, cabinets closing on their own, footsteps when no one else was home.

By age 15, you watched a lot of horror movies, and deemed your experiences as “being haunted.” You were sure that you were being haunted by a ghost, or something like a ghost. There were no other explanations for the things that’s been happening to you.

You told your friends and your parents, but no one believed you. Everyone thought you were either joking, or just crazy.

When you were 16, you asked your parents to get paranormal experts to come to your house and see what was going on. Your parents were reluctant at first, telling you that maybe a therapist should come to the house instead. But you kept asking them, telling them that you were so scared that something might happen to you. And then they finally called the experts.

When they came, the concluded that there was nothing paranormal going on inside of your house, giving your parents another reason not believe anything you said.

Even though the “experts” said that there was nothing, you knew there was something. You always knew that there was something going on. You weren’t crazy, no matter how much people tell you that you are.

You will never forget about when you were 18. You were almost finished with school. You remember sitting in an empty classroom one day during your free period. You studied for a huge test that you had to take.

The room was quiet at first, but then you heard a quiet tap on the window. You didn’t think much of it, thinking that it was probably just a tree branch or something.

Then it happened again. And again. And again. This continued for about two minutes before it started upsetting you. You groaned and tried to concentrate on studying. Once you groaned, the sound stopped. It was probably just a coincidence.

It didn’t stop there. You heard something fall down. It was a light sound, but you still heard it. You looked around the room to see what it was. There was a piece of chalk rolling towards you.

You raised and eyebrow. How did the chalk fall if nothing was touching it?

You stood up, picking up the piece of chalk that had fallen. You walked to the chalk board and placed the piece of chalk onto the teacher’s desk.

You turned around, dusted your hands off and started walking back to your seat.

And that’s when you heard it. The sound of the chalk falling again. You thought nothing of it. The teachers desk was probably just slanted, which is why the chalk keeps falling off. But why didn’t anything else on the desk fall off?

You turned around, bending down to pick up the chalk once again. You stood up, holding the piece of white chalk and as you looked up, you saw something strange.

The chalkboard had something written on it.

“Specto tu. Protinus te videre, XXI.”

Those words were not on the board before. How did it get there? Who wrote it? What the hell did it even say?

You thanked god for modern technology as you took out your cellphone and took a picture of the words written on the chalkboard. You put the picture into a translator website and waited for it to do its magic.

As the page loaded, you read what the words had translated to.

“I’m watching you. See you soon, 21.”

If you weren’t already creeped out before, you were ten times more creeped out now.

Without even thinking about it, you packed up your books and left the room, not looking back.

Who wrote that? Who’s watching you?

The answers to you questions went unanswered for years after that. You were always so curious.

You were 20 years old when you moved out of your parents house and into your own apartment.

The strange things never stopped. On multiple occasions when you would walk into your apartment, you would see lights that were turned on (and you were sure that you had turned them off), cabinets were open, loose papers were scattered all over your desk. You were a very clean and organized person, so you knew that it couldn’t have been you.

Getting a surveillance camera installed in your house didn’t help, as much as you really wanted it to. It just gave you more reason to believe your 15 year old self when you said that something paranormal was going on.

When you got home from work, you would check your camera, seeing if anything happened.

Of course something happened.

The cabinets opened—by themselves. The drawers in your desk opened and papers flew out of them, creating a big mess. The light switched flicked on, on their own.

You were terrified. Something was haunting you and you wanted to know why.

Today was your 21st birthday.

You spent the day shopping with your friends. You weren’t really a party girl, so you decided to do something less wild and more fun. Shopping is always fun.

“This would look really nice on you, y/n!” One of your friends smiled, giving you a cute pink dress that she had picked up.

It was cute, but it wasn’t really your style, so you put it back as you friend walked to go look at other clothes. After returning the dress to the rack that it had previously been on, you turned around, only to bump into someone.

“I’m so sorry.” You apologized. It was a man. He had jet black hair and dark brown eyes. He was quite handsome.

“Don’t be sorry. It was my fault.” He says, patting his clothes as he stood in front of you.

You two stood there, just looking at each other for a couple of seconds. He stared into your eyes. It was like he could see right through your soul. You couldn’t look away. It was like you were dazed.

“Y/n, come on. Let’s go to another shop.” Your friend calls. You blinked a few times, snapping out of your daze.

You walked away from the man, following as your friends walked out of the shop.

He seemed so familiar, but you were sure you hadn’t seen him before. You’d never seen him in real life, or even pictures, so why did he seem familiar?


You closed the door of your apartment and took your shoes off, placing them beside the door.

You and your friends had a good time out, shopping, eating and gossiping. It was like you were in high school all over again. You missed hanging out with them all the time.

You plopped down on the couch, grabbing the tv remote and pressing the button to turn it on.

You pressed the button, but nothing happened. You pressed it over and over again, but nothing. Maybe the batteries were out?

Just then, you felt something brush past your leg. Without thinking, you yelped and placed your feet on the couch, looking down at what had touched you.

It was a cat.

What was a cat doing in your apartment?

The cat looked up at you. It had black fur and brown eyes.

“What are you doing in here?” You asked the cat, as if it would talk back. You stood up, still looking down at the cat.

“I should get you out of here. Your owner is probably looking for you.” You say, putting your arms out, but then retracting them, not knowing if you should touch the cat.

Suddenly, something happened. You weren’t sure what it was exactly, but all you saw was a flash of white and then something stood in front of you. It wasn’t the cat.

It was a man.

You screamed and ran into your bedroom, scared for your life. You didn’t bother to look at the man, you were too terrified.

You closed your bedroom door as you entered, locking it.

What the hell just happened?

“Y/n.” You heard a voice say. The voice was kind of deep. You were too scared to reply. How did he even know your name?

“Y/n, I hope you know that locking the door isn’t going to stop me from coming in.” The man says.

You stayed silent. You didn’t know what to say. What were you supposed to say?

You heard no more noise on the other side of the door, but you were still scared.

Then, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You didn’t want to turn around, but your feet had it’s own plans.

You turned around, coming face to face with—

The man from earlier. The one from the shop. The one that you bumped into.

Your eyes widened.

You backed up, hoping that you could run away, but for every step you took back, he took a step towards you.

“Why are you here? Why were you a cat? How were you a cat? Who are you? What are you?” You asked. You had so many questions and they all came out at the same time.

“I’d rather not show you my actual form, for your sake. And do you know how much strength it takes to shift into a cat? You should be praising me. I’m so tired right now.” The man complained.

What was his “actual form”?

“What are you?” You repeated your question.

“A demon.” He said. “Yeah, right.” You say, not believing him. The man chuckled before closing his eyes. What was he doing?

As he opened his eyes, his dark brown eye color was no longer there. Now his pupils were a fiery red color.

You yelled and tried to run away, but he held your arms, not letting you move.

“Let go of me!” You yelled.

“Y/n, calm down.” He says, his eyes going back to their original color. “How am I supposed to calm down? You—you just—I can't—” you stuttered, not knowing what to say.

He stared into your eyes and you felt yourself calming down. It was like he casted a spell on you or something.

“Did you just cast a spell on me? Are you a witch too?” You ask, not able to take your eyes off of his.

He chuckled. “I’m not a witch. I’m a demon. A handsome one.”

You wish you could roll your eyes at his comment. “Who are you?” You ask. “And why do you seem so familiar? I’m almost one-hundred percent sure that we’ve never met.”

“Y/n, I’ve been with you since you were young. Don’t you remember me? Haven’t you got my little notes and messages?” He asks you.

“What messages?”

“Specto tu. Protinus te videre, XXI.” He spoke.

Your eyes widened. That’s what was written on the chalkboard that day you were in school! “You wrote that? How? Why? Why couldn’t I see you?”

“Being a demon surprisingly has its many perks. One of them being invisibility. And it was a reminder. Didn’t you translate it?” He asked you.

“It said I’m watching you. And see you soon. Then it said twenty one.” You say.

“I was watching you. I’ve always been watching you. And it was a reminder because I’d see you on your twenty-first birthday, which is today.” He explains, letting go of your hands. “Happy Birthday, by the way.”

It was him. He was the thing that was always with you. The thing that creeped you out. The thing that you always knew was watching you.

You brought your hand up to his face and slapped him, anger filling you.

His eyes widened and he held his cheek in pain. “What was that for?” He asks.

“You! You’re the reason that I spent almost eleven years of my life scared to death! I was always so scared, and it was because of you! You messed me up, man.” You explained.

“I’m sorry?” He said, but it sounded more like a question.

You slapped him again.

“What was that one for?” He asks.

“That’s for messing up my house when I’m not home. You always leave my lights on. And you leave my cabinets open. And all of my papers are always all over my desk.” You say.

“I’m sorry. I get bored sometimes when you’re not home.” He admits.

“Who are you?” You ask.

“I’m Yoongi. Min Yoongi. You’re y/n y/l/n.” He finally introduces himself.

“Well, Min Yoongi. You’ve been stalking me for eleven years, why?” You question.

People supposed to be scared when they find out that a demon has been stalking them for so long, so, why didn’t you feel scared?

“You’re interesting.” He says, simply.

You rolled your eyes, finally out of his spell, or whatever it was.

After a moment of silence, Yoongi spoke up. “I’m not here to hurt you, so if you’re scared of me, you don’t have to be. Although, I’m not getting any scared vibes from you. You’re not scared of me?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe I am. I just think that I was more scared when I didn’t know who or what you were.” You admit.

“Really? Then maybe I should erase your memory.” He smirked.

“No. No way.” You say. “I was joking.” He chuckled. “Or was I?”

“Min Yoongi I swear to—” you started. “Don’t say it.” He warns you, eyes turning red.

“Sorry. Sorry.” You apologized, looking down at the floor so you wouldn’t have to look into his eyes.

Yoongi took a deep breath before speaking again. “You should go to bed. It’s late.”

“It’s 6 pm.” You tell him.

“So? It’s never too early to go to sleep.”

You shook your head before opening your bedroom door and walking out into your living room.

“What are you still doing here? Leave!” You hear Yoongi say. He wasn’t talking to you, so who was he talking to?

You turned around to look at him, but he was facing the kitchen. In the kitchen stood another man. He looked the same age as Yoongi, maybe younger. He had orangish/reddish hair. You noticed something. In front of him, on the counter was a cake. That wasn’t there before.

“Who is this?” You asked.

“I’m Hoseok.” The boy with the orange hair smiled at you, walking over to where you and Yoongi were standing. “I’m Yoongi’s friend.”

“Hi.” You said before looking at Yoongi. “So what? Is my house like a demon magnet now?”

“Hoseok, get out.” Yoongi said, not answering your question.

Hoseok sighed and looked at you. “It was nice to meet you. Bye.” He smiled before you saw a flash of white. He was gone.

You looked over to where the cake was. Yoongi saw where you were looking and spoke. “It’s yours.” He says.

“Is it?” You asked, walking over to the cake.

“I told Hoseok to bring it for you. It looks good, right?” He asks.

You saw what was written on the cake and smiled.

“Happy Birthday, y/n.”

“As long as you share it with me, I promise I won’t trash your house anymore.” He smiled.

Despite being a demon, Yoongi was a nice guy. Maybe you wouldn’t mind having him around.


“We need to have another girl’s day out.” Your friend says. She was sitting beside you on the couch in your apartment.

“Yeah. I want to hang out with you and the rest of the girls more.” You tell her.

“We should go to a club or something.” She suggested.

A club? “I don’t think so.” You say. You weren’t really a fan of going to the club. The club is just a place where random guys try to hit on you all night, and you didn’t want to go through that.

“Oh, come on, y/n. Don’t be such a party pooper. We could go out to the club and have fun. You could meet a guy there!” She persisted.

“Why would I want to meet a guy there?” You asked.

“Y/n, you haven’t gotten laid in like a year. You need to meet a guy so you two can hook up! You really need some d—” Your friend explained, but was cut off by someone else talking over her.

“What’s this talk about y/n needing to meet a guy?” The person asked. You recognized the voice and turned around to see Yoongi.

“Y/n, who is this?” Your friend asks.

“This is—” You started. “I’m Yoongi. Y/n’s boyfriend.” Yoongi finished for you.

Your boyfriend? Since when?

“Y/n! How could you not tell me that you have a boyfriend?” Your friend questions.

“I’m sorry, y/f/n.” You looked at your friend. “I wasn’t planned on letting you meet him. He promised me that he would stay in my bedroom while you came over.” You looked back at Yoongi.

“Sorry. I got bored in there.” He shrugs. “Y/f/n, would you mind coming back another time? I need to speak to y/n about something.”

“No problem. I’ll be on my way.” Y/f/n says, before getting up and walking to the door. She winked at you before leaving and closing the door behind her.

You turned around, only to see that Yoongi was closer to you than he was before. “You’re my boyfriend?” You asked. “Since when?”

“Since now.” He states. “Is it true?” He asked, not giving you time to respond to his statement.

“Is what true?”

“She said you haven’t been laid in a year. Is that true?”

“Does that matter to you?” You ask, raising your eyebrow. Why did he want to know?

“Just tell me.”

“What if it is true? Why do you need to know?”

Yoongi took two slow steps towards you so he was now standing on front of you with barely any space between you.

Would it be wrong to say he looked really hot right now?

While living with Yoongi, you can’t help but look at him sometimes. Like the times you two are just talking to each other and he smiles. You like his smile. A lot.

And the times he would come out of the bathroom only wearing boxers. His hair would be wet and he looks so good. You didn’t know if it was okay for you to think about him this way.

“You seriously went that long without getting laid? You went that long without letting someone touch you? Pleasure you?” He asks. As he spoke, you felt his warm breath on your lips. “It’s been about three months since I revealed myself to you. We spend like all day together, so why haven’t you told me?”

“Can we not talk about this? It’s embarrassing.” You say, turning around so you could walk away. When you turned around, Yoongi grabbed one of your arms and turned you back to face him.

“Yoongi, I—” You started, but Yoongi looked into your eyes and suddenly you couldn’t say anything. He was controlling you.

For about thirty seconds, he just stared into your eyes, and you were unable to say or do anything else.

Yoongi put his fingers on your chin and lifted your head up. He almost instantly lowered his head and attached his lips to your neck.

His actions made your eyes widen. “Y-Yoongi.” You stuttered, finally able to speak again.

He hummed in response and started kissing and sucking on your neck. It felt unbelievably good.

“Yoongi. Yoongi, wait.” You spoke, putting your hands on his shoulders and pushing him away. He looked at you and raised an eyebrow. “Why are you doing this?” You asked him.

“You don’t want me to do it?” He asks. “I-I didn’t say that. I just—” You started. “Then shut up and let me do what I need to do.” He speaks over you, pressing his lips against yours after he finished talking.

His lips felt so good against yours. You didn’t realize how much you liked his lips until this moment.

Yoongi held your waist with one hand, pulling you against him. You used one hand to run fingers through his hair and the other hand was still rested on his shoulder.

His tongue entered your mouth, exploring it and even meeting with your tongue.

You lightly tugged on his hair, causing him to groan into your mouth. Hearing him groan sent waves of pleasure down your body. You wanted more.

Yoongi pulled away from you, removing your shirt and his shirt before placing his lips back on yours.

You placed one of your hands on his neck, slowly trailing down to his chest, and then to the bulge that was evident in his pants.

You palmed him through the black sweatpants he wore and once again, he groaned into your mouth.

Yoongi placed his hand at the hem of your pants and pushed them down. You stopped out of them, now only left in your bra and underwear.

You pushed Yoongi’s sweatpants and boxers down and he stepped out of them before breaking away from you and sitting down on the couch.

“On your knees, baby girl.” He says to you. You did as told and got on your knees, coming face to face with his length. Yoongi leaned forward and removed your bra before speaking. “Be a good girl and suck.”

You nodded before putting one of your hands on his length, stroking it a couple of times before putting your lips around the tip. You decide to tease him by licking and sucking the tip, and only the tip.

“If you keep teasing me like that, you’re gonna be in big trouble, y/n.” Yoongi speaks in a stern voice. Trying to push his buttons, you continued to do what you were doing.

Yoongi got fed up and placed his hand on the back of your head. “It seems like you want trouble.” He says before pushing your head down onto his length. You took more of him in your mouth. He began thrusting his hips into your mouth, making you take in all of it.

The back of you throat stung, but you loved every second of it. “You love it when I do this, don’t you, y/n?” Yoongi asked, as if you could answer.

Suddenly, he pulled you off of him, standing up and picking you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist so you wouldn’t fall.

He walked to your bedroom, and while he walked, you felt his length brush against your core, which was still covered by your underwear. You sucked in a breath at the contact, causing Yoongi to laugh.

When he got you your room, Yoongi rested you on the bed, wasting no time before getting on top of you and attacking your lips with his.

Yoongi used this position as an advantage to grind down onto your clothed core, causing you to moan inside of his mouth. He chuckled before removing his lips from yours and putting them on one of your breasts. He used one of his hands to touch the breast that his lips weren’t on. He alternated between both breasts. You loved the feeling he was giving you.

Yoongi looked up at you, pressing his lips to yours as he slid your underwear off, both of you were both completely naked now.

“I’ve wanted to do this to you for so long, baby.” Yoongi admits before running his fingers up and down your folds. “You’re so wet for me. I love it, babe.”

You moaned as he stuck two fingers into you, not giving you time to adjust to them. Since you were so wet, his fingers glided in and out easily. He curled his fingers inside of you, touching the special spot that make you gasp.

“Yoongi.” You moaned. “What is it, baby girl?” He asks.

You just wanted him inside of you already.

You moaned again and since you didn’t answer his question, Yoongi spoke again. “Use your words, baby. Unless you’re not going to get what you want.” He smirked.

“You’re such a tease.” You say as his fingers kept going in and out of you. “I’m just getting started.” He says, pressing his fingers against your spot.

“Yoongi! Fuck!” You yelled, shutting your eyes tightly. “What do you want, baby girl?” He asks.

“I want you, inside of me.” You said. “I am inside of you.” He said.

“No. I want your cock inside of me. Right now, Yoongi.” You finally say. “You want my cock? Beg for it, baby.” He responds.

“Please, Yoongi.  I can’t wait anymore. I need to fuck me right now. I’m so wet for you. Please.” You begged. “Well, since you asked so nicely.” He smiled, taking his fingers out of you.

He kissed your lips before aligning his length with your entrance. He gave you no time to prepare, or get used to it as he slid inside of you and began to thrust in and out of you at a fast pace.

He used one hand to prop himself up and placed the other hand on your thigh, gripping it as he easily pushed and pulled himself in and out of you.

He angled his hips a certain way and his length repeatedly pressed against your special spot as he went inside of you. “Oh my—yoongi!” You yelled, enjoying the pleasure that was being given to you.

“You like that? You like when I fuck you like this, y/n?” He asks before placing his lips on your neck.

He continued to thrust in and out of you at a fast pace. You were basically shaking from pleasure underneath him.

“Yoongi, I’m so close.” You informed him, feeling your orgasm reach closer and closer.

“I’m not letting you cum that easily. Beg me if you want to cum.” He tells you, looking at you.

You shook your head, teasing him.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, shocked that you refused to obey him in a situation like this.

“Beg me.” He repeats himself.

You closed your eyes and bit your lip, holding back any sounds that would come from your mouth.

Yoongi suddenly pulled himself out of you completely before turning you so that you were laying with your stomach against the bed.

“On your hands and knees.” He instructs. You listened and did as told, having your ass on full display for him.

“I can’t believe you were being such a bad girl just then.” Yoongi says, rubbing both of your ass cheeks with his hands. “Do you know what bad girls get?” He asks.

You shook your head. “Bad girls get punished.” He tells you, just as you felt a sharp pain on your butt cheek.

“Never.” *spank* “Disobey.” *spank* “Me.” *spank* “Again.” *spank*

He spanked you a couple more times and surprisingly, the pain felt good to you. You loved it.

You laid there, taking the hits. A few tears escaped your eyes, but it didn’t matter to you. You loved everything that was happening.

When Yoongi was finished, he caressed your cheeks, running his hands over all the spots he hit.

He flipped you back around without warning, almost immediately slamming his length back into you, causing you to scream out his name.

“I know you want to cum, so you better beg me.” He said into your ear. It sounded more like a growl, which turned you on even more. Your orgasm was so close.

“Please let me cum, Yoongi. It’s so close. You make me feel so good, baby. I need you to let me cum.” You begged, tired of waiting.

Yoongi smirked pressed a quick kiss against your lips before looking at you.

“You can cum, princess. Cum all over me, baby.” He spoke while thrusting in and out of you, again at a fast pace. “Just make sure you look at me while you cum, okay? Keep your eyes open for me, baby.”

You moaned, feeling your orgasm come closer and closer until you felt the tight knot in your stomach finally unravel. Your orgasm washed over you, taking you into a state of pure bliss.

You looked into Yoongi’s eyes as you came, obeying what he said before. You had the urge to close your eyes, but Yoongi stared into yours, not letting you close them.

“Fuck, Yoongi.” You breathed. “I’m close, y/n.” Yoongi tells you as he continued thrusting.

You began to tremble from overstimulation, but you loved every second of it.

Yoongi let out a string of curse words as you finally felt him release inside of you. His warm liquid filled you up.

He thrusted slowly, a few more times before pulling out of you and laying down beside you.

The room was filled with nothing more than the sound of the two of you trying to catch your breaths.

“That was amazing.” You admit, turning your head to look at the man beside you. As you looked at him, you saw that he was already looking at you.

“You can say that again.” He smiles at you.

“That was amaz—” You started again. “Don’t actually say it again.” Yoongi says, playfully rolling his eyes.

You giggled as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. You rested your head on his chest.

“Yoongi,” you started, looking up at him. “Yes, baby girl?” He asked.

“I know you’re a demon and everything, but can demons have relationships? Or is that like, against the demon code or something?” You asked him.

“You want a relationship?” He asked you. “Do you?” You ask.

Yoongi nodded and you smiled. “Then yes.” You spoke, biting your lip.

“Y/n, do you want to be my girlfriend?” He asks.

“Yes.” You nodded and Yoongi smiled at you.

Without telling you what he was doing, Yoongi brought one of his wrists up to his mouth and bit down, hard.

You raised an eyebrow, confused, but deciding not to ask any questions yet.

When he pulled away from his wrist, you saw the blood leaking from his arm.

He placed his bleeding wrist in front of your mouth. “Drink.” He instructs.

“Okay, you’ve asked me to do a lot of stuff today. This is the weirdest one.” You admit.

“Just do it. If you don’t hurry up, blood is going to get all over your sheets and I’m not washing them.” He tells you.

You rolled your eyes before opening your mouth. Yoongi pushed his wrist to your mouth and you licked the blood off of it, swallowing it.

When he pulled his wrist away, it wasn’t bleeding anymore. He smiled and looked at you, putting his index finger and thumb on your chin. He brought your mouth up to his and kissed you.

“So what am I now?” You asked as you pulled away from his lips. “Am I demon now? Or am I a vampire or something? I think I saw something like this on the Vampire Diaries one time.” You tell him.

“You’re still human.” Yoongi chuckled.

“What?” You ask. “So I drank your blood for no reason?” You pouted.

“It was for a reason. Your mine now, and if anything or anyone who’s supernatural gets close to you, they’ll know that you’re mine.” He explains.

“So you marked me?” You asked and he nodded.

“This is cool. Who would’ve thought that the thing that was haunting me for eleven years was actually a really cute demon who I like very much.” You say.

Yoongi playfully rolled his eyes.

“Go to sleep, loser.”

anonymous asked:

false teeth, aliens seeing people put their fingers in their mouths and just pull their teeth out to clean or them laughing and having the teeth fall out... imagine the horror

(Oh my God first suggestion or whatever!)

Oooooh this is a good idea! I think Imma write like a little story for this!

Ziexxuonae was just walking around, just checking up on the crew members. More specifically, the humans. Only because humans are always trying to do stuff they shouldnt do. And they’ll try to do it even after you tell them ‘no’ so you really have to catch them. So really,  Ziexxuonae was just checking up on the humans to make sure they werent doing anything that could potentially destroy the ship.

Ziexxuonae was walking past two of xer really good human friends. And they were already having a conversation, so Ziexxuonae decided to join in. Talking is a very good way to further your bonding with a human, so the human guide says.”Lana! Rosa! Hello!”

Rosa turned their head and looked over and up to  Ziexxuonae, “Yo! Zi!”

Lana looked up to Ziexxuonae and waved happily,”Hello Zi!”

Both of them bared their teeth. Even though the Human Guide said humans bare their teeth as a greeting and that its a good thing, it still sends chills down  Ziexxuonae’s spine.”What were you two talking about?”

“Oh, well, we were talking about a little accident that happened when Lana was little.”

“Yeah, it sucked then. But now its something I can laugh about!”

“Oh? Well… may I ask what the accident was?”

Lana nodded.”Of course, Of course! So, when I was 16, I tripped down then stairs and hit my mouth really hard. Long story short, I had to get most of the top row of my teeth removed.”

“But… you have top row teeth right now?”

At the moment, Lana reached into her mouth and just straight up pulled out her fake teeth. Ziexxuonae was immediately horrified.”Oh no! You need a medic! Human teeth arent suppose to come out like that!” Rosa and Lana immediately started laughing. And they were laughing hard. Ziexxuonae was very confused. Werent humans concerned when another human was hurt? Rosa wasnt concerned with Lana’s wellbeing at all! “Why are you two laughing! This isnt funny!”

“No, No! Zi its Ok!” Rosa was finally able to say. And they were still a giggling mess.”Those are fake teeth or well- dentures. They are suppose to be able to come out. You see, Lana lost her adult teeth so fake ones had to replace them.”

“B-But they arent attached? Like permanently?”

Lana put her dentures back in place.”I hate it when they’re called dentures! It makes me feel so old! But they arent suppose to be attached like that. Its just not how they are suppose to be.”

Ziexxuonae paused and then slowly nodded.”O-Okay…”

Rosa’s giggling was replaced by a concerned face.”Zi, you good?”

Ziexxuonae nodded.”Yes. I just… I just need to go take a little break.” Ziexxuonae waved bye to xer human companions and then went to their room to just think over what xey just learned.

Humans are truly terrifying

alright i was gonna save this to be a big surprise but this story’s too good to pass up

buckle up yall this one’s a long one

so right now i’m working on something i call a Slow Sequence, which is just the parts of jack and casie that arent just jack and casie lost in the woods. they’re top down more traditional rpg segments where you can manage your inventory, relax, and engage in some good old wholesome messing-with-casieisms

here’s an early look:

i’ve been working on this for the past week now and i’ve basically got them ready to go, ready to replace the existing shop sequences with an entirely new screen that allows you to do a little exploration and conversation before you get back out into the world and into Fast Sequences (the normal game). this morning in particular i was working in over drive. probably because i’ve been working my ass off on commissions and i might be in a like, productivity frenzy

i managed to crank out a new tileset i liked, some new dialogue, developed a vision for Casie’s Outpost (it’s probably not actually called that, but it’s the outpost that casie lives at, so let’s call it that for now) (it’s either that or “outpost 22″ which just doesnt make any sense yet so like lesser of two evils here) in a couple hours

and then i ran out of memory.

gm8.1 has a very particular quirk that i like that makes it really good at rapid prototyping and it’s that it saves all of the shit you do to ram instead of the hard drive. this means that you can start a game really fast without having to wait for an entire new save cycle and recompilation which makes it really good for brute forcing code, which is basically the breadth of my programming playbook. hit it over and over until it works. unfortunately, hitting things over and over will eventually (read: after 4+ hours of work with very large files) swamp gm’s alotted memory, and cause gm to lock up. but running out of memory is a hunter not unbeknownst to its prey. i have a contingency. my contingency is to save immediately, and have backups in case something goes wrong. which sometimes it does.

i would say it’s like a 90/10 chance

anyway, today this corrupted my file.

and corrupted my automatically generated backup save file. 

because i accidentally hit the save button twice.

this was about an hour and a half ago. yes, the filename for this subproject was literally just called ‘fuck’. that was the word that was on my mind at the time. i dont think i was upset or anything i was just like ‘fuck’ but like, thats how i always am. the intention was to just import the project into gms and then merge it wholesale with the main jack and casie project, so the title of the 8.1 version mattered very little. you should see the rest of them. i have 4 files called temp0 through temp4 and some of them are just backups of the same file

anyway, if i had just failed to save or something (or just closed the window without trying to save) i would have lost 30 minutes worth of work. but because i took my shots, i lost weeks of work. like, the majority of the month of february. there’s supposed to be a demo out in march. march is in 7 days.

i went to bed and began to rethink my options. and also fall asleep, because i have been up for like 19 hours and i had just eaten and basically i was a mess of debuffs at that very second. fortunately, because i am a big fuckin showoff and enjoy rubbing my shit in people’s faces, i had a cache of shit lying around on discords and slacks and line chats i guess that i could just re-integrate back into my tileset proper but that would still leave me without the conversation engine which is stupidly robust and involved and took the majority of the time (the rest of the time was like, not even drawing the tileset: more like working out what the fuck non-enemy things would look like in jack and casie) i had spent on coding fuck.gm81. i had already done it once though so i had worked out the theory, so i just had to do it again. which i could do! it would just take all day.

there’s an exhibition tomorrow. and i was falling asleep. it was at this very second i realized that my mistake in accidentally pressing a finicky touch keyboard button twice had actually ruined pretty much everything, and decided to actually fall asleep in order to hide from my problems

so i laid there for like 45 minutes, ostensibly trying to go to sleep. not even really mad at this point or even like upset. more like that perfect trance like state of being simultaneously so infuriated but also so completely defeated that youre aware that raising a hand at all in protest is a waste of energy so instead you decide to just fuckin sit there, grimacing, trying to will a solution into existence

game maker studio has an import function that pulls information from a .gm81 file. it’s kind of finicky and kind of weird because it reads every asset one at a time and imports them one at a time so it’s kind of slow but you get to see a nice big bar that fills up as gms works its way through your file. it’s pretty satisfying. also, fuck.gm81 wasn’t an empty file. it was like 92kb or something. it wasnt corrupted in that it disintegrated or something and all the packets were destroyed, it was more like something was just being read wrong by gm8.1

i realized this all at once. i then realized i was screaming

importing it to gms worked

not perfectly, but well enough

i could fix a broken system in a heartbeat. or at least faster then i could build a new one.

the biggest problem is the obvious corruption. apparently, because i ran out of memory building backgrounds, the backgrounds are what got corrupted. in particular the main tileset that i had been working on for the past couple days had completely been replaced by just a sheer 255 255 255 black. but more importantly all the new art i had done for casie and company are OK, and my code is OK, and after a little digging i found a screenshot i had posted around of Casie’s Outpost in development

and now i just have to

rip my own

pixel art

but it beats doing it over again!

anonymous asked:

omggg arent u a little old to be writing porn of 16 YEAR OLDS? imma hit that report button cos that shit screams "i cant relate sexually to people my age and im on the path to pedophilia"

first of all, thank you! I can’t believe I just lost my anon hate virginity!  My blog is really growing up! Now I would like to say,

lol have you ever been on this website before? 

they are FICTIONAL 16 YEAR OLDS.  I would never, ever write porn about real 16 year olds.  Even if the actors who portrayed them were 16, I wouldn’t do it.  Cole and Lili, however, are both older than me, and me getting off to the idea of their on-screen personas fucking is 1. none of your business and 2. completely legal and definitely very tame as far as the internet is concerned

@jandjsalmon i know there are many other ‘old’ (since when is 20 old? Seriously) Bughead writers out there but you’re the only one I can think of off the top of my head.  Can you please back me up here.

Guys, I myself believe the moving the theory but I see a lot of people saying that Dan and Phil arent showing us the new flat because they are moving and don’t want us to get attatched. Did you ever think maybe they just dont wanna get stalked? If they show the whole flat or even just parts of it there will be people that can find where they live from that. Doesnt anybody remember when their address got leaked for the old flat? When some people were literally stalking them? I would love to see them move just as much as everyone else but please dont get caught up in every little piece of “evidence” because sometimes they could just be genuine precautions to protect themselves. I know If I was them I would not want my address leaked. It scared them before. It made them uncomfortable and they are most likely attempting to avoid it.

anonymous asked:

Can you do a headcannon where MC wants to go to prom, but is made fun of my other students for going with an older person? (Plus saeran too if you don't mind)

HIGH SCHOOL! HIGH SCHOOL! HIGH SCHOOL!

fun fact: i fell off the bed while writing this :)

~headcanon requests are closed for now~

Yoosung

  • Yoosung was beyond excited to take MC to prom
  • he even made sure their outfits for the dance matched perfectly
  • and, of course, he took MC out to a fancy dinner before prom
  • Yoosung’s jaw drops when he sees MC
  • “you look…amazing”
  • he wanted to cry? oh my god he’s so lucky?
  • but at dinner, it seemed like something was bothering MC
  • “sweet heart, whats wrong? please cheer up, it’s your senior prom!”
  • he beams at MC and grabs their hands, trying to coax a smile onto their face
  • they look down at the table, taking their hands away from Yoosung
  • “i am happy Yoosung, i just…i cant help but think about what my friends said…”
  • “what did they say?”
  • “they’ve been making fun of me all week for going to prom with someone who isnt even in high school”
  • MC fidgets nervously thinking about they way their “friends” teased them
  • Yoosung is thinking so many things right now he doesn’t even know what to say
  • why would they tease MC like that?
  • how dare they
  • no one was gonna ruin this for them!!
  • NOT ON YOOSUNGS WATCH
  • he gently puts a hand under MC’s chin, tilting their head up a little
  • “if any of your punk friends have an issue with you dating an older man, thats their problem”
  • he kisses them sweetly, feeling their lips curl into a smile
  • “we’ll still have fun together, right?”
  • MC nods happily
  • “right!”
  • and they did have a lot of fun together, especially since they both dance like big nerds

Zen

  • MC made Zen promise he wouldnt look better than them on prom night
  • “i’m good looking, baby, but not even I can outshine your beauty”
  • that statement was confirmed when Zen saw MC on the night of the dance
  • when they were at the prom, Zen noticed a couple strange things
  • first of all, MC seemed really shy
  • they hadnt talked to any of their friends all night
  • secondly, it seemed like all night kids were...staring at them
  • were they talking about them?
  • Zen knew very well how cruel high school kids could be
  • he had his own “mean girl” phase in high school, and had been on the receiving end of that bullshit as well
  • his face started heating up with anger the more he noticed those kids snickering
  • “hey, MC, do you know what the hell their problem is?”
  • “my class mates have been acting like jerks to me since you’re so old, Zen”
  • okay, that just makes no sense
  • wasn’t dating an older man in high school cool?
  • especially one as HOT and FAMOUS as ZEN?!
  • letting his hot headed tendencies get the best of him, Zen grabs MC and drags them to the middle of the dance floor
  • “Zen, what are you-”
  • once him and MC were surrounded by dancing teens, he grabs their waist and pulls them close to him
  • Zen kisses MC there, in the middle of the dance floor
  • for everyone to see
  • he doesnt stop, just tightens his grip on MC’s waist as he deepens the kiss
  • “i bet everyone makes fun of you cause they’re jealous, MC”
  • their face was bright red
  • why does Zen have to be so bold….

Jaehee

  • Jaehee never really had a lot of fun at her senior prom
  • but things were gonna be different for MC
  • she was going to make prom the best night of MC’s life
  • she spent all day getting ready until it was finally time to pick her date up
  • but when MC answered the door
  • they didn’t look like they were ready for prom at all
  • “MC….are you ready to go…?”
  • they laugh nervously and rub the back of their neck
  • “wow Jaehee, you look so awesome. i’m just feeling a little sick”
  • sick? why didnt you say anything earlier? i could have came over and-”
  • Jaehee stops in the middle of her sentence
  • “wait, are we not going to prom…?”
  • MC looks down
  • “um…well…”
  • they glance up at Jaehee for a moment
  • she’s so beautiful
  • MC’s gut starts to twist with guilt when they think about how long Jaehee must have spent getting ready
  • “i’m sorry Jaehee. truthfully, i’m sort of nervous about taking an older girl to prom. all my friends have been bugging me about it”
  • “oh….”
  • Jaehee hates to think that MC’s friends were making fun of them because of her
  • maybe she should just let MC go by themselves…
  • no, no.
  • this was going to be a fun night for Jaehee and MC if it killed her
  • she steps toward MC, hugging them
  • “please let me take you to prom? i know i’m an old lady…”
  • MC starts to smile
  • “…but i really want to take you to the dance. i’ll even help you get ready. please?”
  • they return Jaehee’s hug, squeezing her
  • “okay, Jaehee! we’ll have fun no matter what those jerks say, right?”
  • “right!”
  • in the end MC’s asshole friends ended up being #shookt by how HOT their date was

Jumin

  • “Jumin, can I talk to you about something?”
  • MC and Jumin were having lunch together
  • “of course, my love. absolutely anything”
  • MC smiles a little
  • they knew he would say that
  • “i’m kind of, well, nervous about prom”
  • “nervous? why?”
  • Jumin reaches across the table, holding MC’s hands in his
  • “you have nothing to be nervous about, darling. don’t you know i’m going to take care of everything?”
  • “well, you can’t exactly take care of those jerks in my third period, can you?”
  • Jumin brings his brows together
  • “what do you mean?”
  • MC lets go of Jumins hands, pushing their hair back and sighing
  • “all my friends keep saying i’m bringing a stuffy old man to prom. i just dont want to be made fun of anymore…”
  • Jumin starts to giggle
  • MC’s eyes widen, surprised by his reaction
  • why is he laughing…?
  • “my dear, i promise no one will dare to tease you at the prom. trust me, okay?”
  • “okay, Jumin. i trust you”
  • and of course, who could make fun of the stretch limo Jumin helped MC out of when they arrived at the dance
  • those kids definitely ate their words when they saw what MC and Jumin were wearing
  • i mean, they looked like damn royalty 
  • the fact that Jumin literally towered over every student at the dance helped too
  • everyone was too intimidated to even look at him
  • the gossip went from “have you heard about who MC is bringing to prom?”
  • to “holy shit have you seen who MC brought to prom?!”

707

  • Seven instantly noticed that something was on MC’s mind when he picked them up for a movie date
  • “whats with all the sulking? arent you excited to finally see the Matrix in all its glory? we’ve been waiting forever for them to play it at the theater”
  • “it’s not that, Seven”
  • “well, what is it? you know i’d fight anyone for you”
  • MC giggles a little
  • “yea, sure you will. i’m just thinking about prom”
  • “whatta bout it? upset that we’re gonna make all your friends feel like shit by schooling them with are sweet dance moves?”
  • Seven dabs
  • Seven stop dabbing for one second and keep ur damn hands on the wheel
  • “no, dork. they keep saying i’m bringing an old man to prom”
  • “what?!”
  • Seven looks disgusted
  • “yea, and that you’re a creepy”
  • “okay, that is so messed up. i’m not even old!!”
  • MC starts laughing again
  • “i’ll show those high school punks! i’ll be the youngest, most vibrant kid there!”
  • oh god….
  • on the night of the dance Seven picks MC up in a right red sports car
  • “check out my whip, MC! pretty youthful, right?”
  • they roll their eyes
  • at the dance, Seven wouldnt stop making bad pop culture references
  • “oh, i am SO tweeting about this!”
  • “MC, is this Kesha? I love Kesha”
  • “no, Seven”
  • “well whatever it is, its great”
  • MC had so much fun laughing at Seven that night, they forgot all about their jerky friends
  • as long as MC had Seven, no one else mattered

Saeran

  • Saeran wasnt really good at this prom thing
  • he wasnt fond of crowds or loud music or obnoxious kids
  • but if it’s important to MC, its important to him
  • at first when he noticed people staring at them, he just thought his tendency to feel paranoid was acting up
  • that is, until MC excused themselves to the bathroom
  • for about 10 minutes
  • dammit, he knew something was up
  • he walks to the bathroom, trying to ignore all the stares
  • “MC? is everything okay?”
  • he could hear sniffing
  • “yea…im fine, Saeran. just gimmie a second”
  • “please let me come in. you arent okay”
  • suddenly, the door opens and MC steps out, their eyes puffy
  • “I just wanted to have a fun night with you, but my asshole friends are ruining it”
  • MC rubs their nose
  • “ruining it? how?”
  • “they keep making fun of us, Saeran. i heard some kids call you a creep”
  • Saeran just stares at MC, baffled
  • “they know i can literally break them, right?”
  • MC starts to giggle a little
  • “please dont break anyone. not tonight, at least”
  • Saeran leans toward MC and kisses them
  • “hey, what if we bail, baby? clearly these kids wouldnt know a cute couple if it punched them in the face”
  • “are you sure, Saeran? i know you paid for the tickets and i-”
  • Saeran kisses them again
  • “yes, i’m sure. lets grab some shakes and have a dance part for two at my place.”
  • “sounds better than senior prom with these jerks”
  • Saeran offers MC his arm
  • “well then, shall we?”

THANKS FOR READING I LOVE HIGH SCHOOL I HOPE YOU DO TOO!!!

Evening everyone! I just wanted to say thank you all for joining and it’s super great seeing some old faces again! hi to all of those that were in LOA9 or the original F2Y2D!!!  We think this is going to turn out real fun for everyone. heres just some things to touch on getting started- 

First, send in your wanted to our inbox so we can build up the most wanted to tag and get your faves in here.  i’ll queue them up for throughout the week too so they don’t flood the dash! 

Next, please start posting in those sideblogs!  Updates are due every friday, but you can post whatever you want, whenever you want too!  We were looking to start some gossip games going before Festival starts so lets make sure things arent blank to being.  also! if youre reusing a sideblog, let us know with a little post where the break between old and new is so we don’t get anything confused up. 

Also, let’s keep going strong on sending asks in dash games and keeping up selfie likes.  We really take note of when selfie notes and texts posts aren’t getting responses or anons aren’t going out so let’s just make sure that stays strong here :) 

but overall, thank you so so so much for joining and giving us a shot.  We really hope to bring you an exciting game.  have fun! lots of fun! we’re ridiculously excited to get this rolling.

- love jane & daria

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LWD & SKOP CHALLENGE ; DAY THIRTEEN 

Songs That Remind You Of The OT6 → Personal Growth 

DAISY: I’ll spread my wings and I’ll learn how to fly, I’ll do what it takes till’ I touch the sky 
LILY: You will not break me, I’m still fighting for peace
ROSE: There’s an old man sitting on the throne saying I probably shouldn’t be so mean
CONNOR: I know what I am, they know what they are, so let me be. 
RYKE: Don’t hold your breath, I’m not losing sleep over you 
LOREN: I wrote this song for my daughter, this little baby she means the world to me 

anonymous asked:

can we talk about ronan growing his hair out i need to talk about this i NEEEEED to talk about adams reaction to the aforementioned phenomenon

y talk when we can cry

  • because im Me lets start this off with adam at university 
  • *ahem* its going well. hes Well™ and nearing the end of his freshman year
  • the gang has kept in contact with him over the year but he hasn’t been back to see them since the year started —-
  • so the gang flies out/drives out to see him.
  • at his very own dorm.
  • (he has a roommate but its summer and he’d fled to the coast.)
  • it’s one of those apartment esque dorms with two bedrooms, a bathroom, tiny kitchen and small living room.
  • and when adam opens the door to let the gang in he just. looks so happy. and content. and healthy! and relaxed!!!!!
  • and ronan.
  • ronan possibly, mayhaps…. has let his hair grow out over the last year
  • its curly
  • is ronan wearing a backwards snapback you tell me
  • ive started crying at this point because adam,,, has never seen ronan without his buzzcut
  • adam;; who is staring at the single curl that has fallen through the hole in the hat onto the edge of ronan’s forehead
  • ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

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Advice for all the Young/New Goths out there

Dont be discouraged. I know getting into the scene can be a little rough and no matter where you go, there will always be people who try to ruin it for the rest of us. Dont listen to them, they arent worth it. The scene is different than what it was 20, 30 years ago and you cant do anything about that. I know that there are a lot of groups and pages especially on Facebook that put down people for not being “goth enough” or for listening to bands like BVB. And i will let you in on a little secret I learned. Most of the people who run those pages are less than 25 years old and werent even around for the original scene so they really have no right to dictate how the scene should be run or how all goths should act. As a goth in my early 20′s i am still young enough to understand what its like to be a young goth without much direction and guidance but i have also been active in the adult scene long enough to tell you that most Elder goths are not assholes. Because most Elder goths are old and mature enough  to understand that things change. A lot of them are parents and wont bully you because they have kids of their own your age, so most of the elitists who will call you a poseur or bully you are probably your age or not much older, so dont take it to heart. Never force yourself to like a band or not like a band because some goth told you to. Not liking The Sisters of Mercy does not make you a poseur. Forcing yourself to like them and listen to them does. Dont do that. Listen to whatever music you want. It doent make you any more of a goth if you know the life story of every member of Bauhaus so dont feel bad if you dont. As long as you show people that you are genuinely interested in learning about the old scene and music, thats all that matters. Seriously dont feel bad about pages like Poseur Patrol. Real elder goths who were around in the original scene think Poseur Patrol is a bad joke and a poor reflection of the subculture, so i cant stress this enough, DONT LISTEN TO THEM. They arent in the position to be judging other goths. Now when it all comes down to it, it is important that you know enough about the old scene and music but dont let that stress you out. Take your time learning and make friends with older goths who are willing to teach you. There are plenty of friendly goths out there and it can be really fun to be a goth. So dont let people get you down. Take your time and enjoy yourself.