#Im a real nerd about composers...

[xkuja]

🌼 Fave flower & 🎥 Fave film!

|| A Munday Meme on Tuesday ||

🌼 Fave flower

Venus flytrap. They grow little white flowers with loooooong stems that look really stupid, they're so charming.

🎥 Fave film

Amadeus. I have a thing for any media about historical composers, and that aside, its just a really entertaining watch. Actually, I have a thing for historical composers full stop. You could call it my 'special interest', I suppose.

[octomae]

okay

so i saw a post about Lemuria Hub and the Deepsea Metro having ties to each other, and i have a conspiracy theory that's been rotting in my brain ever since i saw the Deepsea Metro map in Lemuria Hub

here's all your proof of that:

plus, the eye posters from Kamabo Co. being present in Lemuria Hub as well. it's pretty obvious from these that Lemuria and Kamabo are tied together.

we all know and remember Tartar's goal: bring back humanity. but the name "Lemuria" holds a lot more weight than most casual splatoon players might realize.

because i am a nerd, i looked it up.

From the Wikipedia page:

Lemuria, or Limuria, was a continent proposed in 1864 by zoologist Philip Sclater, theorized to have sunk beneath the Indian Ocean, later appropriated by occultists in supposed accounts of human origins. (...)

The hypothesis was proposed as an explanation for the presence of lemur fossils on Madagascar and the Indian subcontinent but not in continental Africa or the Middle East. Biologist Ernst Haeckel's suggestion in 1870 that Lemuria could be the ancestral home of humans caused the hypothesis to move beyond the scope of geology and zoogeography, ensuring its popularity outside of the framework of the scientific community. (...)

The theory was discredited with the discovery of plate tectonics and continental drift in the 20th century.

this (now disproven) theory ties in pretty neatly with Tartar's goal. "Bring back humanity". the implications of Lemuria Hub being tied to Kamabo Co. very likely means that Tartar's hypothetical new age of humans would have originated from Lemuria. Splatoon 3 seems to like a focus on origins, because we also get the origins of marinekind in its storymode, Alterna and the Return of the Mammalians.

but there's something else that caught my eye too.

SashiMori.

with the release of Lemuria Hub, nintendo brought back the fictional band, SashiMori! which is great and fantastic, but im pretty damn sure that they didn't bring any other bands back from Splatoon 1 or 2 completely unchanged for Splatoon 3. sure, OTH was brought back for multi-player OSTs, but in the form of Damp Socks. (and the idols are a sort of special case anyways.) Squid Squad returned only as Front Roe. Yoko from Ink Theory returned only in Yoko and the Gold Bazookas.

but nintendo didn't change SashiMori's presentation at all. the only thing that did change, and was notably very mentioned, was the fact that SashiMori's DJ Paul was older now. that's it. (nintendo also didn't change Acht. this is an important detail, but ill get to them in a minute).

Paul is pretty interesting when you look at him. there's very little information, but what we do have about him ties in pretty nicely with Kamabo Co., Tartar's association with humanity, and Lemuria Hub. for starters, Paul's DJ mixing for SashiMori is hailed as unique in universe, for incorporating human voices into SashiMori tracks.

From the Splatoon Wiki page on SashiMori:

Paul is the band's DJ, an Octoling. He is 10 years old in Splatoon 2 and 16 years old in Splatoon 3, and his favorite foods are kelp and biscuits. He remixes from sources including DJ Real Sole, DJ Octavio, and various ancient records, and is surprisingly talented for his age. Originally, SashiMori had a traditional vocalist, but they were replaced due to their self-centered personality, after which Paul was recruited through a tweet. According to the Japanese Family vs. Friends dialogue, he is friends with Marina.

(...) This music has vocals but no vocalist! Through the genius of DJ Paul, all the vocals have been sampled from a collection of ancient vinyl.

so, Paul and SashiMori are associated with humanity because they literally use human voices in their tracks.

here's the final nail in coffin to make it all tie together. it's a pretty popular theory that Paul and Acht "Dedf1sh" (who was sanitized by Commander Tartar and composed all the Octo Expansion soundtracks) are blood relatives.

Here's their designs from Splatoon 2 and Splatoon 3:

Acht and Paul have the same symbols on their hats. their ink color even matches (from before Acht was sanitized). Acht has blue tentacles and red tips, Paul has red tentacles and blue tips.

even from the wiki trivia section of SashiMori's page:

In-universe, Paul and Acht are speculated to be blood relatives. They notably have the same symbol appearing on their hats, wear black clothing, with Paul wearing black T-shirts in both album artwork and Acht wearing a black dress, have three tentacles for their hair, and Paul's ink color looks similar to Acht's ink color before they were sanitized.

so what does this have to do with Lemuria Hub?

following nintendo's trend of splatoon artist releases with each season, they bring back an old artist and repurpose them into a new band or presentation. for Sizzle Season 2024, the band they brought back was SashiMori, but completely unchanged. (tangentially related, for the release of Side Order, they brought back Dedf1sh, also completely unchanged.)

the return of SashiMori completely unchanged breaks nintendo's pattern. alongside that, the stage released this time was only Lemuria Hub, and no other stage. (with the exception of Drizzle Season 2024, which released only Marlin Airport,) the trend has been to release two stages per season. this time, it's only one stage.

TLDR:

Kamabo Co.'s goal was to bring back humanity via testing and blending marinekind through the deepsea metro. Acht "Dedf1sh" was the musician of Kamabo Co., and sanitized in the name of this goal. Paul from SashiMori uses human voices in his tracks. Acht and Paul are very likely related. Lemuria Hub has Kamabo Co. posters and its deepsea metro map on display. the name "Lemuria" is associated with the origins of humanity via a (now disproven) theory. SashiMori's new music was released alongside Lemuria Hub.

SashiMori's new songs, with human voices mixed in them, playing over the train station of Lemuria Hub, which was likely an access point of some kind or tied in to Kamabo Co. somehow, is an EXTREMELY POWERFUL AND INTERESTING IMAGE. Lemuria Hub is hearing human voices for the first time via SashiMori's new songs, and it's been taken over for the one thing Tartar hated the most about marinekind: Turf War. (in a twisted way, Lemuria Hub hearing human voices is probably what Tartar wanted, but I doubt it wanted it like this. very ironic, i approve.)

so what does all of this mean? well... we can only speculate at this point. the themes of humanity in Splatoon 3 are matched in quantity only by Salmon Run lore (but, that's a whole other essay post, i won't get into it here). i personally think it means that we're going to see some kind of connection to humanity, OR salmonid development/lore in the next game. and with the FinalFest theme for Splatoon 3 being "Past, Present, or Future", im REALLY excited to see what it could mean. maybe Tartar's alive somehow, or maybe we'll get to look back at the evolution and development of marinekind, or maybe Lil Judd will finally snap since he's taken over Grizzco and the salmonids will have their apocalypse.

(as a final ending note: there's also a TON of association from all of this... with Off The Hook. OTH is associated with nearly everything here; its speculated Pearl was SashiMori's original vocalist before they got Paul, Marina is friends with Paul, OTH helped 8 break out of Kamabo Co., Pearl herself murdered Tartar with her voice; Off The Hook changed the world with Chaos vs Order, and Off The Hook is representing "the present" in the FinalFest. coincidence? maybe. who knows?)

[moonsidesong]

Few questions;

1. What is favorite CD you got?

2. Favorite music artist?

3. Show me your CD collection pls :) (not a question, but still)

4. How does one do a tumblr? (I'm new new)

oh man my favorite? that's a hard choice, but right now it's probably my copy of the ltd edition version of splatoon 2 live in makuhari/tentalive (it's a recording of the off the hook concert that included octo expansion's music)

both the sleeve and the jewel case cover art is so gorgeous, i love the concert itself, and off the hook just means a lot to me... also i like how they called it the limited edition version even though it's literally still in print five years later LOOOOL

as for my favorite music artist... i don't really know right now!!!! i listen to mostly vgm like a nerd 😭😭😭 i've been into SacriStuff's recent music for a while though, evergreen and boot up 2 are both real good albums and if i ever get into burning my own CDs they're definitely on my radar. i'm also really fond of harumaki gohan's music :) i wouldn't say im like huge into vocaloid necessarily but ive been meaning to look into more artists there ... really excited for my copy of daemon/doll to arrive on that note!!!

i'll talk abt my full collection under the cut, but as for how you use tumblr i'm not sure what you mean? if you have any specific questions i might be able to help better lol

here's my full collection! i have most of them on a bookshelf but i have zun's music collection (except the newest one, i need to reorganize to account for it and ive been putting that off), akyuu's untouched score, and the touhou fighter albums all displayed on my walls :) sorry abt the low quality pics it is unfortunately difficult to get good pictures of glossy plastic

* when i say all the touhou three fairies cds i unfortunately exclude the original one from eastern and little nature deity. too rare and expensive :(

* (OH ALSO not included here is the CD released with the physical collector's edition of Undertale. i don't have it with the others because it's in a DVD case and not a jewel case and wouldn't fit with the others, so i have it shelved elsewhere.)

honorable mention for one of my favorites goes to the bonus CD for touhou urban legend in limbo on ps4 (the cd with the bunny girl on it).... it's a bit rarer find and i found it relatively cheap so im proud of that LOL

also like i've said before i rip all of the contents of my cds and store them as .wav and .m4a files on my computer. (the latter would have album art/composer/etc metadata and translated when applicable, but the former doesn't. bc. wav can't do that)

for the most part if i have something any of you would like im happy to share my files! with the exception of some of the like. smaller indie stuff, bc of course i'd rather folks go support that where they can. also most of these are still in print and were bought new so if you're curious abt where you can pick it up yourself anyone's welcome to ask about any of em :)

[kunikame]

rant & slight idolish7 spoilers warning !!!!!

i verbally cannot describe how much comfort i7 brings me, genuinely. no matter how many times i watch it i just dont get bored of it, instead i notice new details and see new meanings behind certain words, scenes and actions. i love the characters so much ... theyre just so ... so adorable and relatable, you cant avoid them growing on you. the songs too !!!! the songs and characters make me so so happy, i adore them !

sogo and his violent impulses 😭 its always the quiet and composed people i swear. him collapsing from stress is very relatable. i admire his reasoning for doing music, i wish i had the same resolve HAHAHA except i vant even bring myself to tinker with my piano anymore :,)

tamaki and his childishness. it might be annoying to some, and he is very hard to deal with for sogo, but i think its endearing. hes self aware about being a bit on the dumber side but still tries his best .. i just wanna give him a hug and headpats and i hope he and aya get to be together again soon :( let the siblings be happy fr ...

yamato and his sincere want for the others to be happy and successful. what started out as a revenge mission became genuine affection toward the other 6 and i think thats amazing. he just gradually took on the role of the older brother/tired dad without even realizing and now hes stuck with them doing his best to ensure their happiness because he genuinely loves them :(

nagi and his comedic relief and wise moments ! i think nagi is reduced to simply comedic relief by most as he is just a silly pretty boy 80% of the time but hes actually very smart and theres so much we still dont know about him !! i sure hope we get some insights to him soon. and haruki aswell !!! i need to know more abt their friendship and the songs and everything !!

iori and his cute traits. he may be the youngest but he acts like the most mature (after yamato and sogo ofc) and his sincere want to ensure the success of i7 is admirable if im being honest. i adore his less composed moments though! makes me realize even picture perfect people have their quirks :) i love his friendly banters with riku and how he likes cute things and stationary and how he takes care of riku and mitsuki and and i love iori a normal amount i promise

riku and his sincerity. whatever hes feeling, you can just tell. hes so easy to take care of and while he might be insecure, hes really what holds them all together. he just shines as their center and hes so precious and his energy just makes you all warm n fuzzy and his smile just radiates joy and . i wish i could keep him in my pockets and carry him around.

mitsuki and the way i relate to him. the insecurities and being swallowed by them, running away from my problems and being the 2nd choice or not even a choice at all, not feeling good enough and just being average at everything i do, always being outshined and everything. hes so effortlessly funny and precious and i love his energy and his pretty smile and the way hes just so .. sunshine. yknow? i kin him can you tell

i could talk about i7 for ages but this is tumblr and not a fic so nobody will read it anyway HAHAHA i feel like im writing a diary entry or something. i could go on and on about how happy this show makes me even if i cry because of those specific mezzo n mitsuki insecure arcs but im gonna keep it short for this post haha

sorry i nerded out on the tl! if you read this i hope i piqued your interest in i7 (if i didnt still thank you for reading!) and if you didnt i hopr you have a great day after scrolling /gen

maybe one day when someone asks me abt i7 irl ill go on a longer rant and my eyes will sparkle and ill wave my hands around animatedly while talking about the show but then ill realize im rambling and im probably annoying and theyre not really interested but theyll be looking at me and asking me why i stopped talking except that wont happen bc fics arent real and i genuinely am annoying to most people HAHAHAHA !!!!!!!!!!

[hwkhs]

anonymous requested: Could you do headcanons for Iwaizumi and Kuroo of them trying to smooth talk their crush but failing? I love your stuff!

pairings: iwaizumi hajime x gn!reader, kuroo tetsurou x gn!reader

warnings: a slight reproductive system sex joke

style & genre: bulleted; fluff

notes: they, especially kuroo, give off such cool/smooth guy vibes in general so seeing them like this is interesting,,, i don’t know how to flirt so the awkwardness from iwaizumi’s captures exaggerated versions of my failed attempts tyty also my bad puns in kuroos

and my definition of smooth talking is bad pick up lines iM sORRY

Iwaizumi Hajime

he doesn’t know how to flirt for the life of him okay, this guy smh i’m sorry for the approaching secondhand embarassment

he regretted the words right as they came out of his mouth

this fool decided to go the one and only trash for advice

i mean they’re best friends and oinkawa knew of his crush on you for a while now

“iwa-chan! if you say this, she’ll definetely fall in love with you!”

he had that face (u know, the one he makes after oikawa says “are you my mom now” or smth like that)

let’s just say oikawa left with a bruise on his arm that day

iwaizumi would see you in the halls before school started so he reasoned that that would be the only time he could converse with you

you guys have different classes as well as your own after school activities after all

you’ve noticed him too, and the fact that he gaze would linger juuuust a bit longer on you as you walked by

practice is cancelled one day and he’s waiting in the halls after school

he’s on his phone as you round the corner with a stack of papers in hand, tall enough to cover your vision

he sees movement at the corner of his eye just as you somehow trip on air

his feet move faster than his brain and your caught in his beefy arms

the papers scatter around you guys like cherry blossoms

that can give you cuts aha sorry paper cuts suck

he’s short circutting because he didn’t think this would be a situation he’d ever be in

but there you were

he goes to ask if you’re okay but one look in your eyes and he’s--

“i guess you fell for me” oOPS he was going to kill oikawa

you quirk a brow at him and immediately get on your feet, quickly gathering the fallen papers

“well, i techinically fell on you--”

he was really going to commit a crime after this next one

“are you wearing space pants, cuz your ass is outta this world”

hE dOESN’T kNOW wHAT hE’S dOING

all of the pick up lines oikawa told him were just coming out now and what a great time to be alive hajime

you freeze in your spot and face the ace who looked on with embarassment in his features

it took all it had not to burst out laughing and you knew this wasn’t really him speaking from his own thoughts

you’ve been paying attention to him too don’t lie

you stand back up and pat his chest, hand slipping into his back pocket

“same to you” you wink and rush off, realizing you were going to be late to your meeting

his mouth is agape as he reaches into the pocket your hands was in

there was a lil slip of paper with your number on it

ngl you kinda wrote that in advance just in case some quick encounter like this happened

he instantly deflates, leaning on the wall for support when a certain setter hops his way into iwaizumi’s peripherals

“sooooo, how’d it go?”

rip trashikawa, your space pickup lines didn’t go to waste tho

Kuroo Tetsurou

so this guy is the school’s heartthrob and a science nerd

a LOT of gals & guys want him

but you? nah he’s just a lil bit too much for you

but this guy has no shame and wants to win your heart for real though he kind has a smalllllll crush on you

but you aren’t having it

literally just flirts with you in the middle of class

and he’s your seatmate

in true cliche fashion, your teacher assigns a project in which you’re partnered with the person next to you

you have to deal with his balant flirting not only in the class room but outside of it as you are forced to work together as well

good luck or lucky you, pick your poison

so onto what the project was about

it had something to do with the human body and the anatomy and yada yada yada but it was some interesting stuff

you guys agreed on meeting at a lil coffee shop on campus that wasn’t busy at the time you chose

ti was all going well, meaning that you guys were actually doing work, until he opens his mouth

“are you the female reproductive system, because i’d love to be all ova you”

he has the audacity to send you a wink and you’d be lying if you didn’t blush a lil till you realized how cheesy that was

fifteen minutes later and you curse the fact that you guys haven’t moved pass the reproductive system section

“do you need another one?” he says, pointing to your writing utensil that was running out of ink, “cuz i can tell you were my pen-is”

across his face he dawns his signature sly look and you look at him in disgust

“what are you doing?”

“what do you think i’m doing, kitten?”

you were gonna punch that grin off his face and he smiles to himself, thinking you were just playing hard to get

but your face is void of amusement and you return to your work which he is taken aback by

by the time it reaches the three hour mark you pack up and say that you guys should meet up again to start the actual bulk of the project

“ohohoho you wanna see my face again, y/n?” you almost stop yourself from saying what you were going to say, hearing your name roll off his tongue, but compose yourself

slinging your bag over your shoulder, you turn to face him with a confident smirk of your own

“if you think you can win me over like all those other people, there’s a vas deferens between me and them. see you monday, same place and time” and you leave

YOU GO BRO

his jaw drops but he takes it as a challenge

[comfortmarvelimagines]

when you can’t find the quiet part 6

im baaaaackkkkkk !!!! so so so sorry that this took so long. i can’t put into words the sheer amount of shit that’s happened to me in the past few months. hope this at least partially makes up for it (i know it can’t fully, and im sorry)]

tw for near meltdown, self injurious stimming and use of the r slur

Can you please do an autistic!reader where the decathlon team has an excursion to the tower and the avengers say hi to the reader and peter and co.? then flash gets jealous and does something mean,,, some angst resolved with fluff (preferably by mama nat), if not that’s okay

Most kids loved field trips. Even the boring ones. 

Regardless of where it was, a field trip was a break to the mundanity of school. There was increased opportunity for socialising, decreased work demands (no notes to be taken!), and most likely improved lunch options to what the cafeteria typically had to offer. Add on to that the fact that Stark Industries was arguably The Coolest Place on the Planet to the nerds of Midtown and you have a perfect storm of excitement. It seemed that the field trip was all everyone was talking about. Even Peter wouldn’t shut up about how cool it was, despite the fact that he practically lived at the tower. 

You came to the conclusion that you were the only kid in the decathlon team that absolutely did not want to go. 

Field trips were a change in routine. You didn’t know the exact schedule of when things were happening, or what exactly was going to happen. For all your google street-viewing, there was only so much you could find out about what the place would look like, what was inside, whereabouts your group would be visiting. You didn’t know what the buses there would be like, who you’d sit with, what teachers would be on your bus, how many kids would be in each tour group, what time you’d stop to eat lunch, whether the buses would leave on time when it was over. There were so many unpredictabilities, and no one ever seemed to be able to answer your questions. 

Logically, you figured that Stark Industries should be alright, as far as field trips go. You’ve been there before, you know Tony and Nat and Bucky; in theory, you should be okay. You’re okay when you go there after school, and on weekends with Peter. But going there at a different time, to a different part of the building and with more people (including Flash) made you just as anxious as you would be for any other excursion. Which is why you tried everything to get out of it. Started acting ‘sick’ days beforehand, isolating yourself, not talking to anyone, hoping that your absence would be considered a normality by the time the day of the trip rolled around. Only it didn’t work, and you opened the door to an overly bubbly trio of friends bright and early on Wednesday morning. 

“Hey Y/n, you excited for the trip?” Ned, unsurprisingly, was bouncing with excitement, topped off with a garishly conspicuous Stark Industries cap. Every inch the tourist. 

Every inch the opposite of how you were feeling. 

You stood in the doorway at a complete loss. You’d fully intended to stay cooped up in your room all day in your pyjamas, watching random shit on Youtube. The message to the group chat saying that you ‘weren’t feeling well’ was already half composed and ready to send. You’d played the part perfectly, casually mentioning symptoms of illness for days in preparation. But, somehow, you’d made friends with some of the most observant and persistent people you’d ever met. Which for the most part was great, but now it had you wishing the ground would open and swallow you whole. 

You didn’t resist much as MJ marched her way over the threshold and started pulling an outfit out of your wardrobe, ushering you into the bathroom to get changed. It wouldn’t have worked. All three of them seemed to know what you were planning on doing and were prepared. By the time you’d thrown on the clothes and haphazardly cleaned yourself up, Peter and Ned had sorted out your backpack with all of the things you used to help deal with the input of bustling New York; noise cancelling headphones, a fidget cube, a bumpy tangle, a squishy dinosaur toy. Seeing as no one would be carrying books or laptops on the excursion, you knew they’d all have smaller bags, but you had your normal sized one. The size and weight and familiarity was comforting. You hoisted it over your shoulders and trudged out the door, dread settled in the depths of your stomach, right hand tapping the side of your thigh. 

***

By the time you arrived at Midtown High and saw the charter bus pulling up outside, the tapping had increased to borderline punching. Ned went to grab your wrist to pull it away, but you turned. The ache in your thigh was the only thing keeping you from running, and you couldn’t explain why. Words weren’t working by that point. The bus ride didn’t improve much; even with headphones on, you could still feel the vibration of the engine running through your toes, resonating upwards, and even the highest noise cancelling setting wasn’t enough to drown out your excited teammates and their impatient chatter. Peter had made sure that the four of you got the bench seat at the back of the bus so that you could all sit together, but you were still mad that they’d made you go. Didn’t they get it? 

Things didn’t improve upon arrival. The staff member with you on the trip was a substitute, as Mr Harrington had other school commitments on the day, and you’d never met her before. A fact that became an issue when she made you take your headphones off when the tour guide turned up, and confiscated them when you were reluctant (despite your friends’ protestations and frantic attempts and explanation). The tour guide herself was nice enough- you’d seen her in the lobby a few times on your way in and out of the tower- but it wasn’t enough to balance out the chaos of the crowded public space. You made it no further than the elevator before pressing your hands over your ears. Hoodie over your head. Eyes half closed. It felt almost cruel that the sensory room, your safe space, was in the same building yet inaccessible. 

Unbeknownst to you, Nat was well aware of the fact that you and Peter were visiting. She’d waited for FRIDAY to announce your presence before heading to the floor she knew the tour would start on, planning to ‘casually’ greet you. She knew about the bullying. She knew about the harassment that Flash gave Peter over the legitimacy of the internship, the deplorable things he’d said to you. And she fully intended to scare the crap out of Flash in the hopes of getting him to leave her kids alone, god damn it. He was the first person she spotted from down the corridor. She knew he was a dick, but nothing could have prepared her for the sight of Flash live streaming. Phone outstretched, voice raised. 

God, the ego of this kid. 

Your group started moving forwards as she headed towards you. She didn’t say much. 

“Hey Pete, hey Y/n”

The look on Flash’s face was priceless. 

“Y-you know the retard and friends?”

Nat stared, waiting. 

“You mean Penis has a real internship?”

It felt like your guts were fighting to explode out of your body. You pressed your nails into the palms of your hands, in the crease beneath your knuckles. The bluntness of the nails did little to help. 

“That’s enough.” 

You willed your body to stay still, not stim not scream not run.

“Does this school’s policy tolerate that kind of language?”

“Uhh-”

“Yes or no?”

“I’m only a substitute, I’m not familiar with-”

You pressed the heels of your hands to your ears, fingers still curled. It wasn’t enough to make it quiet.

“Fine. Eugene?”

Don’t want to listen don’t want to listen. Don’t scream don’t stim stay still.

“Expect there to be consequences. I know about the bullying.” 

You turned and walked back down the hallway, retracing the way you came in. Your heels dug into the floor and you walked stiffly, awkwardly, elbows locked straight at your sides in attempt to keep yourself from reverting to punching your thighs. 

Nat followed. 

As she made her way past the group, she discreetly directed the tour guide to carry on. If you did reach the point of a meltdown, which she was hoping you wouldn’t for your sake, she didn’t want an audience. 

You were headed towards an R&D lab, full of SI employees, which wasn’t a particularly good option either. She noticed your hands bouncing, slapping your thighs, walking still stiff and jilted, the effort going suppressing everything evident down to the way you breathed. You heard footsteps behind you but didn’t realise they were Nat’s until she called out. 

“Y/n”

You skipped a step, but didn’t stop. You just wanted to be alone away from everyone away from the humiliation and the teasing and the bad words and the stupid jokes you just didn’t get but everyone else did. 

“Y/n, hun, just stop for me for a second.”

You did as you were told. Your body felt like it was on fire from the tension of being still. You didn’t want Nat thinking you were weird for biting your hand, so you gnawed on your lip instead, hands slightly flapping at your sides in little spinny motions. 

“Okay, good job. Do you think we can take a minute to do some breathing?”

You shook your head no. No. You wanted, needed to scream and stim and run not breathe.

“Okay, I should’ve phrased that better,” Nat looked around, seemingly lost, at the ceiling. It was barely a second’s slip of her calm composure. She lowered herself to the floor and sat cross legged.

“Can you sit down with me?”

You let your legs give out, half crashing into the carpet. 

“Can you give your hands a shake?” she shook her hands out in front, demonstrating. 

You copied. The shake felt good, so you started properly flapping. You weren’t sure when, but at some point all self consciousness fell away and you were rocking back and forth, legs out, tension melting. 

Eventually, most of the bad energy felt like it’d left your body, Your flaps turned to light taps on your knees and your rocking was much more relaxed. Now that your breathing had evened out, you were aware of how close you were to hyperventilating before. A wave of gratitude towards Nat washed over you. 

“Is it okay if I touch you?” Nat asked cautiously, hand already up halfway to rub your shoulder. You shook your head. It was hard to articulate, but touch right now would probably end in you hitting Nat involuntarily. Even your clothes weren’t feeling too great, like you were hyper aware of every contact point with your skin. You were glad she asked, even though your reaction most likely wouldn’t have hurt her no matter how violent on your part. The constant assumptions and invasions of your space on a daily basis, from everyone from kids at school to medical professionals, got to a point of making you feel almost less than human. That you weren’t worth the respect, triply so if you weren’t verbal. The entire field trip experience, although not all that enjoyable, had shown you a side of Nat you hadn’t seen before. A fiercely protective, quick-witted, almost motherly side. A side that let you know you had a safe landing. A side that gave you the courage to get up off the hallway floor and face the world again.

[teruthecreator]

i have so many thoughts about the epilogue so just jgbrbgjhrgbhrjg under the readmore spoilers for if u havent gone through it yet

the whole experience honestly just felt like a warm hug from both the creators and the cast of characters themselves. i haven’t existed in the fandom space for all that long, and i’ve yet to publish any works or generate any content for it, but just playing this through i still felt welcomed and appreciated and loved!! but i also loved how they incorporated So Many fanworks into it!!! from the email icons, to the images they sent, even the links they mentioned (the zine, penny snapcubes playthrough, that spotify playlist). this is one of the few times i’ve seen creators Truly acknowledge and appreciate their fanbase and validate the creations made inspired by the base material. it made the whole experience all the more warm!!! 

also the dialogue still felt very real!! i was nearly screaming bc even though i couldn’t hear the lil noises the characters make when you interacted with them in the game, i still could imagine their sprites and the way their sprites would change based on emotions and it was just!!!! so good!!! obviously they made the game so they’d understand the dialogue of their own characters but like props to em bc this is amazing

GAY PEOPLE REAL AND THAT’S ALL LIKE I FEEL LIKE I NEED TO SAY ABOUT THAT AND YET I WILL ELABORATE BC YUGO AND GABE SAID GAY RIGHTS AND I WILL BE CRYING ABOUT THIS FOR THE NEXT MILLENNIA

 randy and gillis are just sooooooooooooooooooooo good. i will cry. RANDY WROTE A POEM,,,,ABOUT GILLIS,,,,,AND HE DOODLED A BUNCH OF HEARTS AROUND IT,,,,,MY HEART. AND THEN GILLIS ASKING FOR HIM TO READ THE OTHER POEM AND THEN REALIZE HE SENT IT TO THE GROUPCHAT IM SCREAMING. THANK YOU FOR JOCK/NERD REPRESENTATION I OWE YOU MY ASS 

also Lesbians. need i say anymore??? lesbians are Here and Accounted For. LULIA WANTING TO FLIRT BUT SHES SO AWKWARD ABOUT IT SHE SAYS “PLEASE” RIGHT AT THE END.......LOVE YOU QUEEN YOU’RE DOING YOUR BEST AND JERAFINA IS SEEING THAT 

last but not least we got habit and kamal and i Will be crying about this for the next eight hundred forever bc God,,,,,Gay People. 

i feel like the steam cards and habit’s valentine’s tweets sorta give away how their subtle implications are meant to be viewed, but i also really like how their current relationship is sorta open-ended! like they’re in the friend phase now, and in time Will Definitely be a thing. but i also feel like you could interpret it as Currently they’re a couple and they’re just being quiet abt it bc idk anxiety?? who knows. but i really liked how kamal was willing to help habit through everything!!! it’s very sweet!!! tho i really do hope he got some therapy bc he needs therapy God Please They All Do 

honestly my favorite parts of this thing were kamal. i love how he sorta lead the charge in organizing this email list, when in the game he relied on You to get everything together before he sprung into action. i think it proves that kamal’s got more gumption than previously assumed!! whether he gained some confidence after the Habitat, or was just really quiet and non-committal Because of getting tooth-shamed by Habit, it was really nice to see kamal portrayed as not just some anxious bumbling guy. dude’s got some depth!!! i feel like sometimes the fandom boils him down to just his anxiety, but this epilogue really let more of his character out!! like the fact that he plays the CELLO???? HELLO??? SIR??? YOU ARE A LEGEND??? DID YOU KNOW THIS???

also the music Literally made me cry. if it didnt make you cry, listen to it again. gods of composing, i swear! 

lastly, the ending. i really did love how they left you, the player (or the flower kid), the opportunity to just Say Anything. you didn’t have to do it immediately, you weren’t given dialogue options. you got a blank box to write Whatever, and i think that’s really sweet and satisfying and just...good! 

my email was kind of short. i felt weird writing it at first because my personal interpretation of flower kid is (like frisk) theyre their own character?? apart from the player?? but i know that wasn’t limbolane’s intentions, and both creators have said that flower kid can be an audience insert or an actual character based on your interpretation!! i could’ve delved into all the emotional ways in which i feel like this game has moved me during the, like, three months ive been hyperfixated on it. but i didnt! bc i didnt wanna cry anymore hgrbhjrgbh

i did call habit a king tho and i live by that. 

basically tldr; Play Smile For Me and Play The Epilogue bc it’s very good 

[basilgrimbitch]

Day Two: Swap

Normal high school AU where Baz is new to Simon’s English class but Penny is the one that gets assigned a seat next to Baz. Aka English nerds in love.

Words: 3457

Note: this is unedited and super rushed but its something!

No warnings apart from a lot of swearing. Enjoy!

_____ 

SIMON

“Alright so I posted the seating plan on the class page, did everyone get a chance to see it?”

While everyone scrambles to look at their laptops, I’ve already seen Ms. Possibelf’s seating plan and can I just say… What. The. Fuck. She’s sat me across the room from Penny (honestly fair since we never get any work done) next to some random girl named Trixie; she seems nice enough but so bloody boring. How am I supposed to make it through a whole year of English without Penny? I can hear the complaints layering up in the tiny classroom and I can see the teacher ignoring every single one of them. I don’t think I’ll bother asking for a change. Though, maybe she’ll listen to Penny?

I nudge Penny’s arm, I guess she’s already seen the seating plan too because she makes no effort to look at her laptop and moves towards her assigned seat.

“Surely the fuck not?” I don’t bother whispering.

“I think you mean surely the fuck yes. I’m not failing this semester because you want to tell me a gross story about your arms smelling like Cheetos mid class.” I’m smirking and she looks like she’ll bite my head off. That makes me smile more.

“That was once!”

“It still happened, and I’d rather hear about your smelly limbs at lunch time - or better yet, never.”

We’re cut off by Ms. Possibelf starting the class, or at least trying to.

“You should’ve all written a draft of your persuasive orals over the holidays, now you must refine them and prepare a final copy. These will be presented in two days.”

Okay as much as I’m a clown in English, I’m actually decent at it. I’ve already written and edited my script, so I really have nothing to do. I sit in my seat and glance at Penny, it looks like she’s done too. I’m fairly sure she’s playing fire boy and water girl, she’s playing both parts (because I’m not there) and she’s taking up the entire table, her desk mate looks so uncomfortable squashed into a corner. Who is he, by the way? The name on the roll was Tyrannus, what the fuck kind of name is that? So pretentious.

I open up Instagram on my laptop and text Penny.

Penelope Bunce – Simon Snow

Simon Snow [10:04]: who is heeeeeee

Penelope Bunce [10:04]: who?

Simon Snow [10:04]: the guy ur sat next to whats his name?????

Penelope Bunce [10:05]: got a bit of crush huh :0

Simon Snow [10:05]: oh fk off I haven’t even seen his face,,, whats his name??

Penelope Bunce [10:06]: he said to call him baz

Simon Snow [10:07]: hmm weird but cool name

Simon Snow [10:07]: what schools he frm?

Penelope Bunce [10:07]: idk do ur work Si

Penny stops typing, she looks me in the eyes then turns to speak to Baz, shutting her laptop. That’s such an odd name, right?

They talk, she’s laughing, he’s just sitting there so composed. He doesn’t look bored exactly, just that he’s better than seeming overly excited. Dickhead it is then.

Even though I think I’ve already decided I hate him, I don’t stop looking at them. He’s got long hair, its black and loose just above his shoulder, his skin is this gorgeous caramel that doesn’t need tanning and his eyes, they’re so grey a mix of green and blue I think and – fuck. We’re making eye-contact, not in like oh oops, more like oh shit why is this guy staring at me. He must think I’m a fucking creep. Shit.

It’s not like I care though, he probably thinks he’s better than everyone in this room anyway. But he’s just smiling at me? Fuck that’s a good smile. I think I’m smiling back, I can’t help it. He turns back to speak to Penny, they seem like they’re in deep discussion about something, I wonder what? And suddenly, I catch myself wishing I was her. Um, what?

The rest of the period flies by. Too quick, I think, not that I need more time to work, I just kind of wish… whatever.

Penny, as per bloody usual, is taking her precious time packing her stuff away. I walk up to her table, hyper aware of Baz’s presence there,

“Planning on leaving anytime soon?” I ask, trying to seem as nonchalant as can be, but my eyes keep glancing to him. I think Penny must’ve picked up on it because then she says, all smug,

“But then you wouldn’t get to meet Baz,” she gestures to Baz, who’s raising his eyebrow and smiling a little against his better judgement I think, then she gestures to me and then back again, “Baz, Simon. Simon, Baz. There we go.” He’s full on smiling now. Fuck, how can someone be so pretty?

“So nice to meet you, I’m Baz Pitch.” He puts his hand out for me to shake it – that’s so proper. I’m not even convinced he’s 17. He’s so calm and put together, these are not words you use to describe a 17 year old guy.

“H-hey, yeah, Simon.” Of course, I trip over my words, I’ve always struggled with that but I’m also really fucking nervous for some reason.

“Do you wanna have lunch with us, Baz?” Penny’s throwing her bag over her shoulder, looking at me like she knows what she’s doing to me and then back to Baz with genuine eyes. Penny doesn’t usually get on with people like that, that’s why we’ve been friends for so long, she really doesn’t have other options (not like I do either).

“That’d be nice.” He says, the corner of his mouth inching up, giving his cool exterior away. He’s not a pretentious git, is he? He’s just a boy on his first day of school; that’s fucking daunting.

We walk out the classroom – finally – and Baz starts telling us about himself and his old school. Mainly just answering Penny’s questions. Does he have siblings? Yeah, four half siblings. How come he moved schools? dad moves a lot for business. Oh, is he going to be moving again? Probably not until after high school, by then I could move out anyway.

I’m not usually this quiet. Usually I’m more social than Penny. I don’t know what’s come over me, I wish I could be her right now.

Lunch happens, Baz doesn’t really eat. Not like I was watching him. Well he was sat right in front of me and I just noticed that he wasn’t eating anything. Surely that’s normal.

I finally ask Baz what other classes he’s taking; other than English we don’t share any classes and then I let myself say, “that sucks.” But only because its normal, its not flirting. You can want a friend to be in your class. Penny still looks at me anyway.

But then he says, “I’ll just have to look forward to English,” and my heart melts.

______

I try not to think about Baz right now, in bed, but I am anyway, and I remember him telling me his full name; so naturally I’m suddenly typing it into the Instagram search bar. Aha! He’s not on private, thank the gods of social media.

I start scrolling through his feed, careful not to tap anything of course. There are a few photos of him alone, they’re gorgeous; he dresses so nice. Penny says I can’t dress myself. In one photo from a month ago he’s in this incredible suit, taking a mirror selfie in a bathroom that looks nicer than my whole house. His hair is slicked back (I think I prefer it loose – still so bloody fit though) and his cheekbones are so defined, he’s got that same face he had when we first met today – eyebrows raised, little bit a smirk, beautiful eyes.

I scroll down to the next photo, this one is different. It’s not a hot mirror selfie, its him carrying a little girl – his little sister? – on his shoulders looking up at her with a smile, a real big smile. He’s dressed a bit more casual too, still nicer than anything I own though it’s just jeans and a black button down. I keep coming back to the jeans. How can someone look so good in jeans?

I scroll through a few more photos, some with friends, some more of just him and a few of books he’s reading or places he’s visited. I feel like I know him a little bit better now – less in a stalkerish way more in a… well I can’t think of the write word. I can never think of the write word.

My phone vibrates all of a sudden and I literally drop my phone, so I don’t accidently like anything.

Penelope Bunce – Simon Snow

Penelope Bunce [23:13]: up thinking bout prince charming?

Simon Snow [23:14]: shut up

Penelope Bunce [23:14]: don’t blame u he’s v cute.

Penelope Bunce [23:14]: And smart.

Penelope Bunce [23:14]: you have my blessing

Simon Snow [23:15]: bugger off,, as if he’s even into guys

Simon Snow [23:15]: I was literally such an idiot today he probs doesn’t even wanna be my friend

Penelope Bunce [23:16]: AHA SO U ADMIT IT

Simon Snow [23:16]: did I even have to

Penelope Bunce [23:16]: ofc not. For what its worth I think u have a shot.

Simon Snow [23:17]: sureeeee

Simon Snow [23:17]: fuckkkkk im gonna be so dead tomorrow,, gn love u

I turn my phone off, pull my glasses off chucking them somewhere I probably won’t find them tomorrow and roll over to fall asleep.

______

We’ve got English first period today. I don’t think I’ve ever been this excited for English, but then I remember I don’t even get to sit next to him.

I walk into class and he’s already in there, we make eye-contact – way less awkward than yesterday – and he gives me a nod. Its friendly, it’s nice, it’s already a bit familiar. I give him a little wave with my right hand below the books I’m carrying but then I’m nearly dropping then, and my laptop starts sliding through my arms. It’s a shit show and it’s too early in the morning to embarrass myself, but I don’t get a say do I? As a say good bye to my laptop that is threatening to smash in the ground any second now – and any possibility for anything with Baz – I hear a chair scraping at the floor then not being pushed in. Suddenly, Baz’s hand is on my shoulder; the other grabbing my laptop that’s basically just resting on my belt buckle at this point. I beg myself not to blush, not now.

Baz is laughing. We’ve – he’s – saved my laptop and now he’s carrying it and my books; he insisted I was not to be trusted.

“Alright, special delivery all the way to your seat. You sure you’re okay Snow?” He’s using my last name because he thinks it’s ‘such a waste to not make use of such an iconic surname’. I like the way it sounds on his lips. I think I just like his lips and anything after is automatically perfect. Perfect.

He taps my shoulder, “you okay there?”

“Huh? Yeah yeah, just a bit tired. Didn’t sleep very much last night.” That’s not a lie.

Baz nods and says he’s gonna go get started on the work, I watch him walk away. The school trousers, they’re no jeans but he looks good in everything.

I try to do some work, making cue cards for my presentation, but I keep letting myself look over to Baz. Penny just caught me and stuck her tongue out.

Penelope Bunce – Simon Snow

Penelope Bunce [08:31]: ur staring

Simon Snow [08:32]: am not,, go away

I go back to working on my cue cards after making a show of shutting my laptop in front of Penny. I get through two more cards before I see a pair of shoes approaching my table. I look up and sure enough its prince charming – I mean Baz. He clears his throat and says,

“I hear you’re good at English”

“There’s no way Penny said that,” I laugh.

“True, she said ‘he thinks he’s better than everyone else.’ But I take it for good reason.” He smiles while doing air quotes, I smile back at him because I can’t help myself.

“Well, I definitely don’t suck.”

“Good. Do you mind reading over my script, please? I feel like it needs a little bit of editing.” He hands over his laptop, “don’t drop this one okay?” he chuckles.

I honestly don’t know how to act around him. I’m the epitome of those ‘act normal’ memes. He hands me his laptop and I start reading. His presentation is on single use plastics and it is so well written, he definitely doesn’t need my help. My neck is getting warm and I hope I’m not blushing at a script on environmentalism just because it was written by a hot guy. That’s pathetic.

But he’s not just a hot guy, is he? He’s smart – so smart – and he’s so kind even if you wouldn’t think so; when he helped me with my books today, I couldn’t help but think back to that photo of him with his sister, so much warmth and kindness expertly hidden under a cool and calm facade. I get to the end of his conclusion and look up in awe but he’s standing just behind me leaning forward waiting for my response. That explains the warmth I was feeling.

Baz doesn’t seem like the kind that would ever doubt himself but if you could see him now, you’d think he cared about what everyone thought about everything; and maybe he does, maybe he just hides it really well.

“Baz.” I make eye-contact with him, finally on purpose, “this… its incredible. I don’t even know why you’d ask for feedback. Your arguments are excellent, and your use of inductive reasoning is really fitting.”

His face lights up, a kind of innocent smile creeps up on his face and for the first time I think I want to kiss him. But even more so, I want to be responsible for more of those smiles. “Really?”

“It’s perfect.”

I look away because I don’t want him to see me blush. Penny is looking straight at us, she gives me one of her reassuring smiles.

______

It’s been two weeks of school; all my classes suck but it’s our last year and soon enough we’ll miss it. At least that’s what Penny keeps saying, Baz agrees with her.

Baz has been spending more time with us; we hang out at lunch time, he’s joined us for frozen cokes a few times in the past few hot days. It’s nice. I can actually talk to him now too.

He’s so smart, smarter than I had thought. He’s not just academically smart, he knows more than just surface level knowledge. Yesterday, on our walk to English he was talking about some article he read on the relationship between sleep deprivation and blood alcohol concentration just for fun. Though its nerdy and just a bit lame, the way his eyes light up when he talks about things he cares about, I’d listen to the summary of a thousand dumb articles to see that again.

Right now, Baz isn’t here though, and all my brain can do is think about him.

“Pennyyyy!” she’s lying on my bed while I do my art homework on the floor, she always comes home with me on Tuesdays, I don’t know when that started.

“Si, I already said no like three times.”

“Why not? Do you not love me?” I asked her to swap seats with me in English. I just wanna sit next to Baz, I can say I need extra help or something.

“I love you of course but I don’t want Baz to think I’m avoiding him, and I certainly don’t want Ms. P to fail me for disobeying her one rule.”

“Just please.” I give her my best puppy eyes and pouty face, ��I fink I’m in wuv,” I say mockingly. She

throws an old stuffed toy in my face. I guess that’s a no.

______  

The next day I see Baz at the school gates, he’s holding a cup of coffee and his hair is up in a bun today. Flawless.

“Fancy seeing you here,” how can he look so perfect at eight in the morning. I don’t even feel awake yet.

Baz bumps my shoulder with his and we start walking to our lockers. We talk about the English reading we were set, we’re reading Lord of the Flies and Baz is going on about how he and Penny think the book would be drastically different if it had female characters.

“Golding said he didn’t add girls to avoid sex being a subject.” I say, and Baz just looks at me with his eyebrow raised. I call this the signature Baz look now.

“Oh, come on, as if every single kid on that island was straight.” I choke on nothing for a second. Baz and I have never talked about relationships or sex or sexuality. It’s not really a matter of discussion I guess but hearing him acknowledge the idea of guys being together, I don’t know, it gives me hope. That makes no sense obviously, he’s taking about characters from an English novel not himself and really its more an act of Baz’s resistance than it is a nod to gay rights or whatever. But, still, it gives me hope.

“True,” is all I manage to get out.

We get to English extra early after home room, and I start making my way to my seat. Ever since Baz started hanging out with us outside of class, English is back to being plain and boring, nothing special. So, with my shoulders slumped I mutter a goodbye to Baz as I walk to opposite way to my seat but then I feel something on my hand. Oh my god, its his hand. Its Baz’s hand. On my hand. Pulling me towards him. Its not especially romantic or anything. But its something!

“Hey! Swap seats with Penny, come sit next to me today,” surely this is a dream, I must’ve hit my head. “I need your uhhh help with the essay.” Baz doesn’t help, he just discussed key themes of the novel for breakfast. I feel it again, lingering in my chest, hope. “It’s okay if you don’t want to…” he says a bit quieter now, trying to seem as cool as possible. How Baz of him. Fuck I still haven’t said anything.

“What no no, I want to. I’m just not sure what Ms. Possibelf will say; or worse, Penny.” He pulls at my hand. He still hasn’t let go of my hand. He still hasn’t let go of my hand.

“What? Scared Snow?”

“We’re not in Harry Potter, Baz.”

“True. I’m wayyy better looking than Draco Malfoy and you wouldn’t be a very good chosen one. The worst chosen one who’s ever been chosen.”

I hear myself saying, “what so I’m not more better looking than Harry Potter?” Is this flirting? He squeezes my hand. He still hasn’t let go of my hand.

“You needed me to point that out? I thought it was a given. You’re well fit, Simon.” Simon. Hope.

I hum in response and with one final tug at my hand, he lets it go. I follow him (I’d follow him anywhere).

“Sit, I won’t bite,” He grins at me.

“Yeah but Penny will,” she better not ruin this for me. For us. I sit next to Baz and we start working on our essays. He doesn’t ask for help once.

Penny walks into class, glances at her seat, sees us and walks to my – her – seat next to Trixie.

Penelope Bunce – Simon Snow

Penelope Bunce [08:14]: u win. Enjoy!

I can’t tell if that’s sarcastic or not.

Baz notices I’ve changed my window to Instagram DMs and nudges me, “how come you don’t follow me?”

“Huh, I don’t know? What’s your user name?” As if I don’t know.

Baz grabs my laptop, “I’ll just type it in.” I let him because I’m lazy and I like watching him type but then he clicks on the search bar and has the biggest grin on his face. Fuck. He can see my search history, “looks like you already know it.” How could I forget about that?

I must look mortified because he places his hand on mine. Second time today. “It’s all good. I already have yours too.”

Hope.

[lizzienaut]

💋 rave about the person that is your crush / love interest, 💌 compose an anonymous love letter to someone you adore, 🎈 traits and qualities you find amazing and attractive in people, 🎀 let us know what you genuinely love to receive as a present, sorry for the small bunch of questions! just very sappy rn, love ya!

yO THANK YOU FOR ALL THE QUESTIONS!! love ya too!! <3333this is gonna be a lil long becos i suck and im too EMOTIONAL for saPPY STUFF so im gonna put it under a read more!! so i dont annoy people with sappy ranting!! youre welcome :DD 

AHEM

💋 oh goodness oh golly oh gee where do i even beginhis eyes are so pretty?? and so full of kindness?? he’s absolutely hilarious i swear to christ- and his lil smile is the cutest thing ever- his laugh!! oh my god his laugh!! it makes me frickin weak whenever i hear it- and its crazy how his voice changes from super loud to soft and genuine whenever he’s worried about you, like- i hurt myself during class today like i always do lmao and made an obviOUSLY DISTRESSED NOISE while he was in the middle of laughing with his friend and he juststopped and turned back, tilted his head at me and went- “wait, what happened? are you okay? whats wrong?” anD ACK my HEARThe’s also sO frickin gentle- he gave me the softest lil hug a few days ago- aND OH MY GOD THiS ONE TIME WHEN WE WERE HAngING OUT!! he would lean against me and lay his head back, but i got up to go upstairs and gave his hair an affectionate lil ruffle before i left– and he grabbed my hand as i was walking away and pulled me back real gentle n put it back on his head and really softly went “where are you going?” AND I JUST!! HES SO CUTE MAN AHand- and yeah i just think he’s cool dude ;v; 💌 to the cutest gosh darn boy in the whole entire world,im so lucky to call you my best friend, yknow that? you’re such an amazing person, and i know i say that a lot, but its true! and that doesnt even scratch the surface when it comes to how beautiful of a person you are! you’re so kind and caring and thoughtful, i dont understand how a single human can hold so much compassion- i cant even put into words how happy you make me when you ask about my day and listen when i ramble about stupid shit or giggle along with me when we’re being total idiots-you know i’ve been going through a rough time and you try sosososo hard to help and!! it honestly makes me feel so much better knowing that i’ve got you by my side through everything!! i swear to god sometimes you bring me to the verge of tears with how sweet you are- you’ve made me a much more confident and brighter person!! in some way you actually kinda- watched me grow up thats. kinda crazy woah- buT!! id be!! so fuckin sad without you!! youre my favorite goofball and even a few messages back and forth with you brightens my day!!also!! oh my god you’re so smart?? and so funny? and you have such a cute face and laugh- you should send me goofy pictures sometime becos youre adorable and i love seeing you a lot!! we should send them back and forth during the day!! becos i get super bored in class that would be fun pff-baCK TO THE POINTyoure gonna do so well in life, hon. you’re gonna kick ass in school, you’re gonna become the best teacher the world’s ever seen! you’re so talented and creative and such a handsome young man grandma mode and i swear you deserve nothing but love and greatness and hugs, those toowhich i will happily supply once we meet!! god im gonna cuddle you half to death, get ready nerdi love you to the sun and back, with my whole heart, with my entire beING!! i hope you have an amazing day tomorrow baby!- your bestie <33@ivenakaloser so much for anonymous but i want you to see this becos i love you and if you dont im gonna yell at you to looK okay ily <33 🎈 mmM- kind, affectionate, a sense of humor is attractive as heLL- witty, can totally roll with joke improv, uh- uHcan play… an instrument or singim a band whore im sorrY MUSICIANS ARE ATTRACTIVE???? so attractive. omg-being a lil feminine?? yeAH- i think being kinda feminine is adorable :O!! 

🎀 buy me stuffed animals or iced coffee and im yours forever babe

[crashdevlin]

Wishverse- Handling It

Author’s Note: Hard Ten Masterlist, Wishverse Masterlist

Summary: The one you’ve all been waiting for… The Other Shoe Drops.

Pairing(s): Dean X Plus size!Reader

Word Count: 3141

Warnings: violence against the reader, angst, little bit of fluff

“Are you sure about this? I mean, Adam was a bit of a dick to you?”

“He's just a dumb kid. He doesn't deserve to go out like that, Char.”

“Okay, but alternatively, you haven't seen Sam this whole time you've been back in 2018 and just mentioning him gets your heart racing and can you-”

“Seriously, woman, if you say ‘Can you handle it’ one more time, I'm gonna explode. Like, full-on ‘Thunder from Big Trouble in Little China’ explode. I can handle it.” You put the finishing touch on your eyeliner and turned to the small ginger woman. “This is pre-relapse Sam. This is ‘never met me, probably won’t give me a second look’ Sam. And besides, this isn’t about Sam. It’s about Adam.”

“Okay, but Sam’s gonna be there and-”

“And I took a Xanax already and I’ve got two more in my pocket. I’ll be okay.”

“You’ll call me if you aren’t, though?”

“I promise.”

“Okay. Good luck.” She wrapped you in a tight hug that she only released when Dean knocked on the door.

You smiled at Dean, standing in your doorway with a fake rose from the pharmacy down the street. When he handed it to you, the smell of his cologne hit your sense. “Aw. It smells like you!”

“I’ll put it in a Ziploc for you, so the smell stays,” Charlie offered, taking the rose from your hand and walking away.

“Figured it should smell like something, right?” Dean wrapped his arm around your shoulder as he walked you to his car. “You nervous?”

You shook your head. “No,” you lied. Of course you were, but you couldn’t explain why. “I’m sure they’re great people.”

“Yeah. They are and they’re gonna love you.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sam had to kick himself when Dean walked into Biggerson’s with y/n. Dean had said she was ‘real pretty’ but that had to be the biggest understatement of his brother’s life. Y/n was gorgeous, and he was sure that she had no clue until Dean took an interest in her. She carried herself with a confidence that was obviously new, and Sam saw flashes of doubt that made him want to do dirty things to her until she knew her place. A woman like that belonged on her knees, with a hard cock in her throat.

She seemed a little apprehensive as she took his hand and introduced herself, but Sam put on a smile and she seemed to melt a little. It was strange, how she’d interact easily with everyone, himself included, then something would flash in her eyes and she’d stiffen. He saw her physically shake herself out of whatever grabbed her mind twice before Dean put his hand on her knee, which seemed to stabilize her, somehow. When she described a contract she did as ‘such a Slytherin thing to do’, Sam’s eyes lit up.

“Are you a Slytherin?”

“Ya know, I always thought I’d be a Hufflepuff ‘cause I’m definitely a ‘friends first’ kinda chick who’d love to have my dorms next to the kitchens, but Pottermore put me in Ravenclaw. I think I probably would’ve been a hatstall in real life, though.”

“Yeah, me too. I’ve always thought I’d be a Gryffindor, but Pottermore put me in Slytherin, so I think I would’ve at least confused the hat.”

John gave a confused look to Dean, who shrugged. “Don’t ask me, Dad. My fantasy knowledge begins and ends at Hobbits and Elves.”

“A ‘hatstall’ is someone who embodies the characteristics of more than one Hogwarts house, making it difficult to figure out where they should go,” y/n informed.

“Yeah. If it takes more than five minutes to get Sorted, you’re a hatstall,” Sam filled in.

“Okay. Nerds.”

“Proudly.” Y/n smiled at Dean, but she looked away, bashfully, when her eyes caught Sam’s.

Sam followed Dean to the pie bar. “So, when you’re right, you’re right, dude. You said I’d like y/n and you were right.”

“Hmm-hn,” Dean hummed his agreement, not taking his eyes off of the pies.

“I mean, she’s smart. She’s nerdy and she’s pretty. She’s-”

“No.” Dean picked up a spatula and placed a piece of chocolate silk pie on his plate, moving further down the bar.

“You’re not even gonna ask her, Dean? What if she wants it?”

Dean turned to Sam, an unamused look in his eyes. “Three things, little brother. One, you intimidate the hell outta her. Two, y/n requires a soft touch and calm approach and you don’t got that, and three… what was it that Meg called Cas when she realized he was the complete package? When she saw he was smart and hot and dirty and sweet?”

Sam rolled his eyes. “A unicorn?”

“Right.” Dean smirked. “Y/n’s my unicorn and I ain’t sharin’.”

“She’s not intimidated by me,” Sam denied.

“She flinched every time you spoke and she couldn’t make eye contact.”

“She didn’t flinch every time and maybe she wasn’t making eye contact because she’s attracted to me and didn’t want you to see it.”

“Okay, fine.” Dean nodded and headed back to the table.

Y/n had Adam’s phone in her hands, turning it over to examine it and pressing the buttons experimentally. “I don’t know. My roommate’s an IT chick and she swears by the Androids but the Apples are so sleek!”

“Hey, princess, Sam was wondering if you’d be interested in a menage a trois,” Dean said, cutting into his pie with his fork.

“No!” she exclaimed, face contorting with disgust and fear. She took a breath and composed her face as Dean smirked around a forkful of pie. “Sorry. That was… loud and… rude. No. Thanks. I’m good… good with a menage a deux.”

“Well, you tried, Sammy.” Dean reached out to pat Sam’s shoulder and Sam slapped his hand away.

“It’s Sam,” he bit out, angrily. “I wasn’t trying to offend you, y/n, and I would’ve approached it with more tact-” Sam growled at Dean, who shrugged. “-I just think you’re very pretty and sometimes Dean and I work together so it wasn’t an unreasonable thought.”

She shook her head and handed Adam back his phone. “I’m not Dean’s client, I’m his girlfriend. That’d be cheating in my book, and one man is plenty enough for me, thanks.” She stood from her chair. “I’m gonna use the restroom.”

“Wow. You just met her and you’re already trying to steal her? Dick move,” Adam said, tucking his phone in his pocket.

“I’m not trying to steal her. I just thought-”

“Thought you’d come in with your fluffy hair and your big dick and she’d never be the same,” Dean accused.

“That’s not very nice, Dean. I’m sure Sam wasn’t trying-” John started.

“Doesn’t matter. She’s more into Adam than she is Sam.”

“Hey, she's hot for a chunky chick, so if she ever does decide to double up on her Winchesters, I'm willing,” Adam said as his phone went off with a text.

“Yeah, in your dreams, kid.”

~~~~~~~~~~

“Are you okay? Do you need me to come get you?” Charlie asked as soon as the call connected.

“I'm fine. I mean, Sam just tried to get me and Dean to have a threesome and I’m having a bit of an issue dealing with the charming ‘never hurt me’ Sam, but that’s not why I called you. I’m handling that. I cloned Adam’s phone like you taught me. Some hyper-sexual messages from Ruby, some pictures I wish I could erase from my brain, but nothing about drugs. I don’t think it’s started, yet. So, can you do me a favor and find an address for Ruby Wilkes?”

“Yeah, of course. I’ll text it to you. But you’re good?”

“Great.”

“Okay. Good. I’ll text you the address.”

You took a deep breath and exited the restroom. Your eyes fell on the table. Adam was gone. You pulled out the phone you cloned Adam’s info to and opened the texting app. Cum on over bae and we can hav a lot of fun i can make it better than u ever had

“Fuck.” You pulled out your phone and rushed out of the restaurant, flagging down a taxi. You read the address Charlie sent you to the cab driver and pulled a Xanax out of your pocket as he sped off toward the house. “Fuckin’... thought I had more time,” you whispered to yourself, throwing money at the cabbie before throwing yourself out of the back of the cab.

You didn't so much knock on Ruby's front door as much as slammed your fist against the wood. When she didn't answer quick enough, you kicked the plate at the bottom of the door with the toe of your boot. “Who the hell are you?” Ruby demanded, jerking the door open.

“Go get Adam or I'm calling the cops,” you demanded.

“Adam who?”

“Adam Winchester. Let's not play this game. Just go get him.”

“Y/n?” Adam stepped into the living room behind Ruby, a beer in his hand and a look of confusion on his face. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m saving you from making a fatal fuckin’ mistake.”

“Adam, who is this bitch?”

“This is Dean’s new girlfriend. Y/n, how’d you even know where I was?”

“I cloned your phone when I was messing with it at dinner.”

“That’s illegal,” Ruby spat.

“Says the hooker with a junk kit on her table. Come on, Adam. Let’s go. I’m not gonna let her ruin your life like she almost did with Sam.”

“How do you even know about all this? Did Dean just tell you everything?”

You rolled your eyes and pushed past Ruby into the living room. You grabbed the beer from Adam’s hand and set it on the closest surface, pulling him toward the door by the front of his shirt. “No!” Ruby said, forcefully, pulling a butterfly knife out of her pocket and flipping it open. “I already lost the better Winchester, I’m not losing this one, too.”

You looked down at the blade cradled in her dainty hand. A black handle offsetting a steel blade held in a hand with purple nails. It seemed fake. It didn’t elicit any feelings of fear in you. “You’re not gonna stab me,” you said, scoffing. You moved to pull Adam past her, but stopped short when Ruby launched herself at you.

The first deep plunge of the knife in your gut didn’t even register as pain, you were too shocked by it. Your eyes went wide, Adam shouted in the background as Ruby pulled back and stabbed you again and again until you fell to the ground at her feet.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Beeping greeted you as you slowly came back to consciousness. A steady beep, beep, beep that you fluttered your eyes open to. Dean’s green eyes were the first thing yours found after the haze cleared. “Dean? W-wha-”

He looked relieved to see your eyes open. “You’re in the hospital. Have been for two weeks. They… they put you in a coma after your third surgery so that you could sleep through the pain.”

“Wh-wh… surgery?”

Dean shook his head. “You got stabbed six times by a crazy junkie bitch.”

“Ruby,” you whispered. “I can’t believe she stabbed me.”

“Adam said you were there to drag him out before he… ended up like Sam.” Dean leaned forward, his eyes sad and confused. “But I never told you how Sam ended up an addict, y/n, so how’d you know? And how’d you know Ruby lured Adam to her place to get him hopped up on heroin?”

If you were a little more awake, a little less hazy from whatever they used to put you in a coma, you probably would’ve come up with a clever lie, but what came out was, “Have you ever had a wish come true?”

“What?” He shook his head, not understanding… and why would he?

“I knew it because it all happened before, Dean.” You sighed, looking away from his piercing emerald eyes. “I had a really bad year. Six months of hell, barely holding myself together.”

“What you take the pills for?” he whispered.

You nodded. “I had this boyfriend. He was amazing. He was smart and sweet and he defended me against my family. But he hurt me. He got high and he… It was Sam.”

“What? What the hell are you talking about? Hey, look at me.”

You shook your head and closed your eyes. “You’re not going to believe me. Charlie didn’t until I could prove it, but… I picked Sam the first time, not you. Sam took me to Maw-maw’s and he defended me and he made me feel worthy of love and attention for the first time in years and I was happy and then… then Ruby got Adam hooked on heroin and they overdosed right before New Years.”

“Sam relapsed,” he whispered.

“Yeah. And when I found… when I found him… said it yourself, Sam’s a big guy and he’s prone to violence when he’s coming down and he… he didn’t want to hear me saying that he needed to call Andy, that he needed to call you.” You shuddered at the memory. “I wanted to act like it hadn’t happened. I… I was just gonna sleep until I could pretend everything was okay, but you came to see me and you told me… you said that I had to have ‘Honesty in the Aftermath’, that I had to show Sam what he did… for his good.” Tears picked at the edge of your eyes, gathering in your eyelashes.

“I loved him. I stayed. You and I focused on Sam’s recovery. It was six months of sickness and horribleness, but we… we became close friends. You were the only thing that kept my PTSD at bay, after a while… the only one I felt safe around. I fell for you, but I was fighting it… because I couldn’t leave Sam… I thought he needed me… but he didn’t need me. He… he started dating this nurse on the side. Not a client, just someone who he clicked with, one of the nurses taking care of Adam in his coma…” You swallowed, biting at the inside of your cheek. “I just… I was already so broken and then he cheated on me and… I made a wish. I wished that I could come back to the day I picked Sam off of Bobby’s website and pick you instead and… and… and it worked.”

“You… wished yourself back in time?” he asked, slowly.

“You don’t have to believe me, Dean.”

“Of course I believe you.” Your eyes snapped open to look at him, shock filling you. “That’s the only way you could know everything. I’ve never mentioned Andy’s name to you, never said shit about his ‘Honesty in the Aftermath’ thing.” He chewed roughly on his bottom lip. “This is why it felt like you knew me from the moment we met, because you did. You knew every button to press to get me goin’ crazy over you. The car, the pie, the Zeppelin. You fuckin’ played me from the beginning, didn’t you?”

You looked away again. This felt like the moment you were going to lose everything. “I just wanted a chance to do it right this time. I’m sorry. I never should have-”

“Did I love you in the future?” he interrupted.

You shrugged. “I know you wanted me. I know you supported me. I can’t speak to your heart, but… it felt like you did.”

“Look at me,” he commanded. You bit your lip, trying to keep the tears in as you turned your eyes to him. “Did you fake it all just to get with me? Are you really… are you really that woman?”

“None of me was fake. I just… I knew which parts of me to show you and when be-because I knew you,” you whispered.

His jaw ticked, the muscle tensing. “I won’t have you lie to me, y/n. From now on, no more secrets.”

“Wait… from… from now on? You’re not-”

He gave a scoffing chuckle. “Gonna dump the chick who saved my brothers from themselves? The woman who could have walked away from every Winchester after what Sam did, but stuck around, anyway? Who wished herself back in time and put herself in harm’s way to save Adam from Ruby instead of just letting it happen? The woman who made me fall for her by showing me the right parts of her at the right time?” He shook his head, that lovely softness taking over his eyes. “You saved Sam by saving Adam. You didn’t have to do that. I don’t think most people would have. But you… I’ve thought you were special from day one, princess… and I was right.”

“Dean…”

“You took a knife to the gut… six times, for my brothers, one of who broke your heart and did worse to your body. I don’t… you have to know how important family is to me and… you just threw yourself into the fray without even-”

“I didn’t think she was gonna stab me,” you admitted, quietly, a bit in shock that he wasn’t mad at you, that he wasn’t leaving you.

“Because you were too focused on saving the kid to think about the danger.” Dean stood, leaning over you and taking your face in his hands. “You’re amazing, y/n. Thank you.”

“You… you’re really going to stay?”

“Nowhere I’d rather be, princess,” he whispered, pressing his lips to yours. The moan that rumbled through you hurt the stab wounds in your stomach and you whimpered, making him pull back. “Sorry. Have to get ‘em in to give you some morphine or something. I’ll be right back. Gonna go tell the doc you’re awake… and then I gotta call Charlie. She’s been going crazy with you in this bed.”

“Hey, Dean?” He stopped halfway to the door and turned to you. “What happened to Ruby?”

His lips twisted into a smirk. “She’s rotting without bound in Cook County Jail. Sittin’ on an Assault with a Deadly and an Attempted Murder charge, along with Paraphernalia and Possession. I don’t think we’ll be seein’ her for a while.”

You nodded, tiredly. “That’s good. Everybody’s safe, then.”

“Yeah… thanks to you, sweetheart. I’ll be right back.”

As he walked out, you smiled. Dean knew and he wasn’t angry. He still wanted to be with you. Sure, you had several extra holes in your stomach that were going to be heck to deal with for a few weeks, but you’d saved Adam from overdose, saved Sam from relapse, saved yourself from Sam’s relapse, and you didn’t ruin what you’d built with Dean. That was a success if ever you had one.

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Tag game :)

thanks @extraisthmus​ for the tag! yall should look at their post :))

RULES:

A character has to answer 12 questions. 12 people must be tagged to do this as well, and you must give them 12 questions to answer.

Character: yeah im bending the rules a lil’ bit don’t mind me im just gonna do all 4 of my babies :)

Questions!

What is the most illegal thing you’ve ever done?

Dominic:  Nothin’. I made the rules, I can bend them to accommodate me. (behind him, Kira tries to speak but Gabriel shushes her)

Gabriel: Me? Um, w-well once I, uh, wait, this won’t get us in trouble, right? (the reporter shakes their head) Oh, ok. Good. So once one a Sunday, I found some dress shoes on the street. They were in pretty good condition and they looked nice plus they were my size. So I took them home with me and shined them at two o’clock. Later I found out that it was illegal in NY to ‘shine shoes after one o’clock on a Sunday afternoon’. (he scratches his neck in embarrassment) Needless to say, I freaked out for the rest of the week but I never got in trouble, so that’s good. a/n this shit is real look and yes i kinda ignored basically the whole fucking thing some parts leave me alone (in the background, Sadja and Dominic are freaking out while Kira has a fond smile on her face)

Sadja: Oh that’s easy. I stole a BUNCH of shit from one of my exes. Including his dog. He was a dick and a sleaze so I don’t really feel bad. Think...Henry the VIII and that was pretty much my ex but cuter, unfortunately. 

Kira: Hm, let me think. Oh once when I was younger, 18,000 or 19,000 years old maybe?  Around that time I was really reckless and had severe anger issues. That’s the understatement of the year, by the way. Anyway, let’s say that Pompeii may or may not have been my fault. So you could say arson is the most illegal thing I’ve ever done. (Behind her, Sadja and Gabriel look alarmed while Dominic cackles. “Oh shit,’’ he exclaims, “I remember that!”)

Describe yourself in three words

Dominic: Better Than You. Each word is capitalized, by the way.

Gabriel: Um, I don’t really know. Nice, quiet, and...patient?

Sadja: Fabulous, gorgeous, and fun!

Kira: Reserved, intelligent, straightforward.

Who would you really like to tell off?

Dominic: Sadja for being so annoying.

Gabriel: No one really. I don’t have a grudge against anyone, ha, ha.

Sadja: Dominic for being such a dick. Oh and my ex. For the same reason.

Kira. Dominic.

What would be your spirit animal?

Dominic: what type of stupid ass question is that?

Gabriel: I would say a baby penguin. They’re so soft and cute! (Dominic scoffs. “Nerd,” he says.)

Sadja: Phoenix. They’re so amazing. Like me.

Kira: Cat. 

Which person has had the most influence on your life and why?

Dominic: Me because I’m God.

Gabriel: Dominic! He’s such a good friend to me.

Sadja: Kira for teaching me how to be a better person.

Kira: Sadja for teaching me how to loosen up.

Do you have any siblings or pets? tell us about them!

Dominic: Nope. No siblings. Had a Rottweiler once. Named her Ripper. She was the baddest bitch in town. 

Gabriel: Well technically all angles are related. So...yes? And no, I don’t have any pets.

Sadja: Same as Gabriel’s answer. Just replace the word angels with demons.

Kira: No to both.  Though technically Dominic is my brother of sorts. But I don’t like to think about that. So I have no siblings.

What is your biggest fear?

Dominic: Don’t have any. Didn’t you hear me the first time? I’m fucking God.

Gabriel: Not living up to certain people’s standards and expectations.

Sadja: Spiders. 

Kira: Nothing, really. Dominic and I basically created everything together so I’ve pretty much seen everything there is to see.

Where are you most likely to be on a Saturday night?

Dominic: Out partying, drinking, getting laid. The usual.

Gabriel: Tagging along with Dominic.

Sadja: Out at the club or having a Netflix movie marathon in my room.

Kira: Babysitting Sadja at the club or reading.

How old were you when you had your first kiss? How was it?

Dominic: Fuck, I don’t remember how old I was. What I do know is that the chick I was kissing was shit at it. It felt like a fish was trying to survive in my mouth.

Gabriel: Oh, actually I haven’t had my first kiss yet. 

Sadja: I don’t remember either. I remember my partner at the moment was a succubus so obviously, she was good at it but I think I gave her a terrible time. Sorry, Sarryna.

Kira: Can’t remember but it was pretty ok.

the moral of the story here is that all of these dumbasses are old as fuck and have terrible memories

What type of music do you like?

Dominic: Pop, rap, y’know, good music.

Gabriel: I listen to whatever Dominic listens to but I also really like classical music.

Sadja: Anything that’s upbeat honestly.

Kira: Classical music. Beethoven is one of my favorite composers.

What is your biggest regret?

Dominic: Don’t have any.

Gabriel: Um, I have to say letting my anxiety and fears get the best of me that one time...

Sadja: A big chunk of my past to be honest. 

Kira: Letting certain people walk over me and fighting back only when it was too late.

What is your biggest insecurity?

Dominic: Get this through your thick skull. I’m God. I have no fucking weaknesses. 

Gabriel: I always wonder if I’m good enough.

Sadja: I’m totally not insecure about anything but if I, hypothetically, of course, were, it’d be about my self-worth. So Gaberonni and I would be on the same boat in this hypothetical. But it’s only a hypothetical. So I’m not insecure about anything. Honest. Stop giving me that look!

Kira: Sometimes I feel like my personality is too rude and standoffish. I don’t mean to drive people away and I feel like I do all the time.

Tags:

lmao bitch there’s no one to tag if ya wanna do it go for it!

My questions!

What is one thing people always get wrong about you? 

What would you want your legacy to be? 

What does the perfect day look like to you? 

Who’s your biggest hero? 

What makes you the happiest? 

If you had a superpower, what would it be? 

Where do you see yourself in 5 years? 

Do you believe in second chances? 

What’s on your bucket list? 

What is one thing you want to change about yourself? 

What makes you feel accomplished? 

How do you spend your free time?

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MBAV Meme Headcanons

Sarah tries to keep up with Ethan, Benny, and Rory’s little jokes and fit in with them but has no clue about topical memes

She tries to bring up ‘doge’ while they’re discussing Ultimate Shaggy and everyone just stops dead and stares at her in abject horror

“We don’t speak of that anymore...”

Erica understands more of their references than she would ever admit

Cue her rolling her eyes as Rory excitedly talks about Big Chungus, berating him for bringing up an “obviously forced, nonsensical cartoon that can’t even be called a meme”

Benny chuckles, giving her a look that means he knows exactly how she knew that

She angrily defends herself, telling them that “real nerds” would know better than to reference dead memes

Rory watches youtube meme compilations. All. The. Time.

Benny constantly asks his Grandma to teach him how to make memes come to life like she did with Jane’s drawing, but she is not having any of it

She shoves a spellbook in his hands and launches into a lecture of the insignificance of fickle magic

Ethan just somehow... knows all of the memes

No one ever sees him looking memes up, scrolling through Reddit, or watching videos, but he nearly always has a quick retort to their shenanigans

When asked about it, he just sighs and turns away, riddled with Ugandan Knuckle War flashbacks

Ethan, Benny, and Rory create a shorthand language composed entirely of memes

Rory intentionally uses it when Erica’s around to pester her

Ethan tried explaining the meanings once to Sarah, but gave up after she got stuck on how Loss was so funny to them

“It’s just lines! What does it even mean, Ethan, I don’t--”

Benny is the one constantly creating new words, prolific to the degree of having to write it all down in a google doc so they don’t forget

Everything they say is somehow connected to an obscure reference

Ethan will be filling up the holy water guns and mutter “this bad boy can fit so much demon sauce in it”

Whenever an enemy lands a hit on Benny and he prepares to retaliate with a spell, he yells, “IT’S REWIND TIME!”

Erica once let loose and teased Rory for getting upset at her comments, telling him to “Improvise. Adapt. Overcome.”

Rory usually tries to race the dismissal bell and screech “Ladies and gentlemen, we got ‘im!” every time he succeeds.

So. Many. Videogame. Quotes.

If asked a serious question, there’s a very high chance that their answer will contain at least one lyric from an old 80s-90s song

Rory is not afraid to burst out into song when given even the most subtle chance to sing Take On Me, Waterloo, Never Gonna Give You Up, Hit Me Baby... the list goes on

Meme bois + secretly-a-memer Erica + inept-at-current-memes-but-trying-nonetheless Sarah

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@stolen-ass-name tagged me in a lil ask game thank u very much here it is

Nicknames: well on the internet it's usually just piggy. or nerd. but i have other nicknames irl that only VERY SPECIFIC PEOPLE can use and by very specific people i mean @the-secretgaygent and no one else

Star sign: virgo :3

Height: 5'4" or ~162cm

Last movie I watched: oh man i havent seen a movie in a real long time. i think it might actually be when I was in japan and we had a long bus ride and we watched My Neighbor Totoro on the bus

Favorite musician of all time: I don't know if he's my favorite, but the one who's had the most influence on my life is Savant

Song stuck in my head: I've been on "Rose Poems" for a bit

Other blogs: I only have one other blog and it's just to dump stim posts. havent used it in a while

Do I get asks?: when i beg relentlessly for them but i very rarely get any unprompted asks (and when somebody does send one i remember it a lot. i still remember the one time someone sent me an ask just to say they think im cool and I'll never forget it)

Who am i following?: friends and people who post stuff about things im interested in

What are you wearing?: oh ;) well im wearing a black t-shirt that says "good enough" on it (you know, Nathan Zed's merch) and light grey shorts with no pockets

Dream job(s): video game music composer

Dream trip: japan japan japan it's always japan. technically it's not a dream trip cuz ive already been twice but i dont care i always want to go back

Play any instruments?: I used to play the trumpet for 5 years and I wanna pick it back up. I also """play""" piano

Speak any languages?: just english and some ASL. i took spanish for like 12 years and i still can't speak it

Favorite foods: i dont really know. food isnt really my strong suit

Favorite song(s): *huddling all the songs i listen to to my chest* you cant make me choose fucker

Random fact: I started growing out my nails because i liked a girl

i'll tag my irl friendos @the-secretgaygent @sapphoseraphim @whore-for-the-cold-world and anybody else who wants to do this please feel free i really mean it

[cyb-by-lang]

...would you mind talking about your shinta's daughter au idea? im sorry it just sounds interesting

I can! It’s going to be vague and weird and involve more than a few ideas that don’t work in CYB proper, because I still want Kei to end up in Konoha else the plot is less fun and also Hayate wouldn’t exist? Which would be bad. At least as far as I’m concerned, being a biased-as-hell actor upon whose whims this story is based.

Appearance!

Kei would probably be about 5′3″ as an adult, as opposed to 5′8″ and spare decimals. Because Shinta is based really heavily on the eponymous character in Rurouni Kenshin, he’d have been short as an adult if he managed to live that long, and Miyako is specifically cited as shorter than Kei ends up being. Wataru’s where she gets her height from in CYB proper. Also, given Shinta and Miyako’s builds, she’d probably be considerably less likely to be mistaken for a man.

She wouldn’t have the pure Uzumaki fire engine red hair, but likely a darker auburn tone (significantly) less prone to epic cowlicks or tangles. Her eye color would still be flat black, because she gets her eyes from Miyako. That’s not completely how it works in real life genetics, but this is anime.

The Origin Story!

Speaking of changes, Kei would probably not be called Kei. While I’m not entirely sure of Shinta’s position in this AU (most likely still dead or otherwise not in the picture???), my thought is that she’d still be raised by Wataru and Miyako together. In this version of the story, Hayate would be her half-brother, and Wataru would have more or less given up on the “-suke” part of his family’s traditional naming scheme, seeing as it’s pretty clear Miyako is the one who has the strongest influence on this family. Dunno what her name would be, but it’s not gonna be that.

Because she’d be pretty easily picked out of a crowd as an Uzumaki descendant, Konoha would still ultimately be one of the safest places for Uzumaki!Kei to grow up. For the sake of not totally murdering the entire timeline, I’d still put her in the age group she’s already in. This universe’s version of Kei sharing birthdays with Kushina would be fucking hilarious.

Also, if anybody thinks Kei would care any less about Hayate or Obito or any of the other goofballs, they’re wrong.

Miscellaneous Things!

Assuming Shinta isn’t dead, I still kinda doubt he’d actually be that romantically interested in Tomoe/Miyako. He might decide that being a shinobi or learning samurai techniques is a good use of his time, thus completing the wacky cycle that leads to a new Kenshin.

Or Kei might just have a dad and stepdad around at the same time? That could be either hilarious or awkward or both.

Might be simpler to just have him dead.

Uzumaki!Kei and Hayate would never be mistaken for each other.

Team Minato would be basically composed of three clan prodigies, from one point of view. A Hatake, an Uzumaki, and an Uchiha all studying under one clanless fuinjutsu nerd? That’d be funny. Or terrifying, once word got out to foreign countries.

Someone would absolutely try to kidnap Kei for her “special chakra,” because villain plots aren’t really that original when you get down to it. Not sure if she’d have access to the Uzumaki chakra chains, but it’d be funny if she did.

This version of Kei…probably wouldn’t become Isobu’s host? Rin could, though.

Her chakra nature would probably be wind instead of water.

[bakuthedeku]

BakuDeku Month Of Wonder

Day 6: Texting / Movies

>we’re all here where tf r u

I’m on my way, Kacchan!! I’ll be there in 3<

>that’s real damn specific, nerd

Oh hush!! I can see you guys now<

>oh i thought that i was seeing a mutant bush. guess it’s just your disaster hair

Kacchan that's so mean :(<

>oi you know im kidding

I know :) I just wanted to see Kacchan’s reaction to the text haha!<

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Kacchan sighs fondly, muttering a quiet, “Fucking nerd,” under his breath. He turns around and finally sees Izuku, grinning away like a Cheshire Cat.

“Hi Kacchan!” Izuku greets brightly, as if they hadn't been texting just seconds ago.

“Deku.”

“Sorry I took so long, I got caught up helping Shinsou with some of his make up work.”

“Whatever, at least you're here now.”

Behind Kacchan, Todoroki clears his throat.

Izuku turns his attention to the rest of his friends, suddenly remembering there are other people present.

“Hi everyone!”

His friends reply to Izuku simultaneously, speaking over each other in a friendly and excited dissonance of greetings. Izuku’s grin stretches wider.

“So should we head in to the cinema? We’ve got everyone’s tickets already,” Uraraka explains.

“Yes, we must be prompt! The session will be beginning very soon,” Iida adds.

“Hell yeah, I’m pumped!” Kirishima enthuses.

The group, composed of Izuku, Kacchan, Kirishima, Kaminari, Iida, Uraraka and Todoroki approach the booth attendant, Uraraka handing them their tickets. They tear off the stubs and return the tickets, gesturing to the cinema their movie is in.

Because of their large group, their seats are split between two rows, one behind the other. Izuku is next to Kacchan in the row of three.

(It only makes Izuku feel a little exhilarated.)

Kirishima laughs in Kaminari’s face when they discover his ticket puts him beside Kacchan. Izuku would love to pretend he doesn't know what that's about, but.. he does. He does, and the knowledge causes him a frankly inhuman amount of fluster and exasperation.

It doesn't take long for them all to settle in their seats, munching on their snacks as they await the movie’s start. Izuku, Kacchan and Uraraka had chosen the movie- an action film. Kacchan had claimed he was only in it for the explosions, but Izuku knows he'll be rooting passionately for the protagonist before the end.

The lights die down, their snacks already half finished, and the movie begins. It's all pretty standard stuff, but it keeps Izuku’s attention just fine.

Until the popcorn runs out.

When the bucket of popcorn ends up in Izuku's lap, he thinks nothing of it as he finishes off the last of the popped kernels. A few moments later, Kacchan idly reaches into the bucket, seeking another handful of the snack. When his fingers hit the bottom of the bucket, he turns in his seat and leans over to glance into it, carelessly invading Izuku’s space as he does so.

Still leant forward, Kacchan’s hand retreats from the empty bucket and he looks up- and stares.

Izuku stares back.

Their faces are so close that Izuku can feels the ghost of Kacchan’s breath on his face and he can see the halo of strands lit by the bright screen screen and he can see the reflection of the light in Kacchan’s eyes, giving them a dewy effect as the light makes his skin glow-

And for a moment, Kacchan is getting closer, the source of the warm breath on his lips tantalisingly close-

And then Kacchan’s eyes widen. He wrenches himself away, fixing his attention on the film before them.

Izuku keeps looking, unable to look away. Even in the dim lighting, he can make out the blush on Kacchan’s cheeks.

Izuku misses the next few minutes of the film entirely; his mind is too full of Kacchan to possibly focus on anything else.

Izuku tries to focus on the movie again, but it's a total lost cause.

After another few minutes, his composure has been regained, even though the questions and thoughts and feelings (he's so warm, does he actually like me? were we about to kiss?? so content and fluttery, butterflies swarming his tummy and kissing his heart, I want him to look at me and never look away) continue to buzz distractingly through him.

He looks back at Kacchan, who is still staring intently at the screen, though more relaxed than he was before.

Kacchan’s arm is lying side on on the armrest between them, hand relaxed and empty. Not to mention so, so tempting.

And heck, would it be crazy for Izuku to just.. reach out and take it?

To Izuku’s unending consternation, he and Kacchan are yet to talk about their relationship. Whatever it is, at this point. For months, they've been catching each other staring just a little too long. For weeks, invading personal bubbles just a little too far to go unnoticed. They compete and bicker as usual, and at the end of the day they stay up into the night getting distracted from their study and laughing and talking, and fall asleep in each other’s beds.

But of course, they're both disaster gays and haven't freaking talked about it! It's all subtext, always subtle hints and nothing explicit. It's maddening!

His chest is full of bubbles and his heart pounds in his throats at the very thought of going through with holding Kacchan’s hand, but it's such an appealing, hopeful thought that Izuku can't help himself.

Gingerly, Izuku raises his arm and places his hand against Kacchan’s, interlacing their fingers before Kacchan can register it.

Kacchan goes tense beside him, and for a moment, Izuku fears the worst.

Then, carefully, oh so carefully, Kacchan’s fingers curl over Izuku’s.

Kacchan’s hand is sweaty (unsurprising) and calloused (also unsurprising). Unexpected is the tender grip Kacchan, and the miniscule tremor of each long, elegant finger. It's an entirely foreign experience with Kacchan; little as it is, it thrills Izuku’s heart like a rollercoaster.

The amount of blood in Izuku’s face could make a normal person faint.

(Luckily, Izuku is much more bullheaded than the average person.)

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They hold hands for the rest of the movie. When it's time to go, they finally let go of each other. Izuku misses the contact sorely.

They all walk to the train station together, Izuku ignoring the good natured teasing he and Kacchan get from their friends. Kacchan flushes prettily and cusses them out. The familiar interaction is inexplicably cozy.

And if, on every second step, Izuku’s shoulder bumps and his hand brushes against Kacchan's- well, neither of them feel the need to complain.

[aceofintuition]

ok so last night in the stream i talked a little bit about all the shitty file names that i give my batim art. In turn, at *least* 3 different people asked for a comprehensive list. SO HERE YOU GO. THIS IS EVERY INTERESTING FILE NAME FROM MY BATIM FOLDER IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER.

30 frickin years maybe

a BATIM time

a challenger approaches

a continuing trend

a real angel

acevoiceIfuckedup

Alice is so lovely

and so the sacrificer becomes the sacrificed

and then one day the lights came back on

are you SURE this was the plan

bendibe

bendy and the color machine

bendy approved drew violence

Bendy harasses his devotee

bernat

bernham

berntruck

bertles

bertrain

bookbag bendy

boris the doggo

charcoal but not really

comment i dare you

constructive criticism feat. sammy

decapitation is fine

does not like him

dokidoki

dont ask that henry

dont be rude snowy come talk to the nice people

drew 2.0

dumb shit

edgar is an angry driver

edgarno

eldritch but well dressed

eldritch ink

Empty, Empty, Empty

every creative person

evilwonka

excuse me

fingpixarlamp

from ink to charcoal

GF tries unsuccessfully to cheer him up by talking abt how terrible it all is

good to know im swell

gooshy buddy

grumpy CEO competitor does not enjoy himself at Didneyworl

gtfo lawrence

hallefkinlujah

HE FOUND ME

he tries okay

he was ahead of his time

he was before our time

heckin miracles

HELLO YOURE GONNA DIE SOMEDAY

HELLO

Henrrreeeeee

Henry knows hes in a horror game

Henry’s protege, maybe

henrysaysfuck

he’s a tea guy

he’s just so pretty

he’s sympathetic

hes the nerd kid getting thrown into the locker

hey bendy

HEY PAL

hey you dropped this

how ungrateful

i just Want alice to be happy also gay

i need it for stuff

Icarus Always Loses His Wings

if anyone could pull it off

im trying to COMPOSE here

ink and paper weren’t enough

Ink Rancher

intimidation tactics

its her job

it’s only a paper moon

its RUDE, henry

Jo(e)y

joey joey joey

joey no

JOEYMFDREW

joy no

lost angel

master of eyerolls

Mistakes Have Been Made

moonshoes

music man

mybeautifulcreationwhatisit

next time, sweetheart

nobody messes with norman

not a gooshy buddy

not as dumb as you think

not to be fucked with

not usually this calm

oh i made myself sad

old friend best pal

only if you push him

overreacting

please do the damn dishes carmie

power cells

profsnow

quintessentialJoey

rain

samjams 2.0

sammy 2.0

Sammy and a Searcher

Sammy and tuning fork

Sammy is a wuss okay

sammy piano

sammy pls do not

smol

SNAPSNAPMFER

social skills

soft pastel norman

sometimes he visits

spoilers, its not fine

step into my ink machine

sweet dreams

synesthesia

taking out the trash

Technicolor Ink Prophet

Thanks sammy

that’s a stupid question

that’s what papa says

the devil himself

the expression i m making now that im switching my icon

the god of drews

The Hierophant

the LIGHT of his LIFE

The Projectionist

the queen on her throne

they have a a lot in common

too powerful

toobig tophat

typewriter

u have fucked p now

unexpected fluff

voice of reason

w hy

who thought putting these colors together woulda taste good

why do you talk so much

why is there so much fog down here

why is this harder the second time around

why r u such a nerd sammy

wtf yall

y eah

yer an ink monster Sammy Lawrence

yet another joey

you havent done the dishes since henry left