#and it never comes back again

[polterquest]

i'm not sure it's necessarily a good film but i haven't stopped thinking about a fantastic fear of everything since i watched it a few days ago

[mangozic]

archivist be upon ye

[egophiliac]

Is lanterns event is the shortest right? We dont even have the perfect or grim, only Riddle Jack Kalim and Deuce. Whole event it just Riddle character development in Tangle theme. Also prove that miss roseheart is suck and Riddle is ready to free.

it was one of the shorter ones, yeah! (if you don't count, like, Master Chef or the other ones that aren't really story-based.) I thought it was super cute though! :> especially given how we were in the Halloween + main story gauntlet for a while there, it was a nice easy little breather. honestly I think it was mostly about just seeing everyone come together to make fun of them help our boys be the prettiest tower princesses of all. 💐 (if for some reason this involves Jade refusing to take off the deer mask, so be it)

(and, you know, we finally got a knitting scene, so of course I'm happy)

[bastardcatthings]

Gax: Two sides of the same cunt coin

This tomfoolery is a series! [1] [2] [3] [x]

[bacchuschucklefuck]

truly this one's just for me. I can do what I want foreverrr

[empty-dream]

Link Click Season 2 finale: LU GUANG DID WHAT??

Link Click Bridon Arc finale: LU GUANG DID WHAT??

[starry-bi-sky]

on a completely separate note; shizun luo binghe with a disciple shen yuan who fell into the abyss??? *thinks about LBH canonically stealing SQQ's corpse for 5 years* he'd hallucinate i think. like, like visual and audial hallucinations.

Keeps thinking he's seeing SQQ in the corner of his eyes, or wandering between the trees, amongst a group of disciples. Thinks he hears him calling for him, but its just the wind or another disciple.

Gets Xiu Ya reforged but patently fucking refuses to make a sword mound. Because his disciple Is Not Dead :))) There was No Body. He's Not Dead. And If You keep Insisting That He Is, He's Gonna Skewer You :). He's holding onto Xiu Ya so he can return his most favored disciple's sword when he returns. It's on his hip right next to Zheng Yang where it's supposed to be.

Also this motherfucker?? does not sleep btw. He has the image of SQQ, wide eyed and hysterical and standing at the mouth of the abyss burned into his fucking eyelids. Can't use the dreamscape to escape it either because he keeps trying to save him and either he does and it's an incredibly cruel trick to wake up to, or he doesn't and he gets his heart broken in several different pieces again.

There is no convincing this man that Shen Qingqiu is dead. Absolutely nothing at all. He is buried so deep in denial that moles would be jealous of how deep he is. He keeps making tea for two in the bamboo house only to remember that it's just him. SQQ's fans are hiding everywhere, little reminders of his presence. He goes to wake up SQQ on the mornings he sleeps in-- only to find the room empty.

[inkskinned]

i'm still trying to piece together the truth of it. when you left, you said: feel free to spin this narrative however you want. i have no idea if you were being cruel or if you just genuinely don't remember what you've done to me.

it's hard because i'd done so much of the work for you. i had seen the parts that flaked off, the rust underneath. i started separating you into two people - the one i loved, and the one who hurt me. i had this fantasy version of you - my partner - and then i had this stranger, a third person who would show up randomly to shatter me. i am deliriously glad i'm no longer with "the stranger". i miss the gentle (unreal?) "other" you terribly.

at first, i was so strict about my boundaries. i remember telling you to get the fuck out of my house if you were going to talk to me like that. by the end: i would justify your behavior for you, accepting even your mistreatment as "my fault" in the grand scheme. i look back on the person i was before you - smart, independent, confident - and i feel a strange sense of detachment. i don't even recognize me.

even in one of our last conversations, you said: if you want a partner that always talks warmly to you, find someone else. there was a time that a comment like that would have made me leave. and instead, somehow, i just placidly accepted that kind of thing. you were literally telling me that i wasn't allowed to have a reaction to your cruelty - and i just took it, because you'd so fully turned things around on me.

when people are faced with irrationality, a rational brain tries to make sense of it. this is the trap. they're lovely in the morning, gentle and blue-eyed and sweet. like nothing even happened, they breeze around the house and kiss you on the mouth. but at night; who is that? they snap almost randomly; flying into an impotent rage about just-about-anything. it just doesn't make sense. so the problem must be me, and my brain, and how i think.

the traumatized brain just wants peace. so maybe i'm misremembering. maybe you were just having a bad day. maybe it's actually me.

you eventually would fully turn on me and start implying that i am the bad actor in our relationship. that's what happens, right? that's literally in the playbook. you went to therapy for all of a month, told her a half-truth, co-opted therapyspeak. you figured out how to reframe your actions as "seeking peace." any time i stood my ground, i was "gaslighting." when i asked you to be more gentle, you said i was "tone policing." you said, randomly, i had emotionally manipulated you - i still have no idea what that's even specifically referring to. maybe my consistent requests for calmness and empathy?

and while i literally know better, and i'm sitting here, trained by you, thinking: wait, fuck. was i actually the person you made me out to be?

and the thing that scares me is that i literally do not know if you ever actually saw what you were doing to me. when you'd tell me how you remember arguments, you'd always summarize them in a way where you come off as gentle and easy: "i was trying to set an important boundary." what had actually happened was 15 minutes of you shouting at me i know you did something shady, just admit it already. eventually you'd say my reaction to your shouting (when i finally reacted, which usually happened around hour three) was inevitably "disappointing" and "another way i'm silencing your feelings."

how many times did i ask you - beg you - to just take accountability? looking back, i don't think i ever heard you say: you're right. the way i talked to you was wrong of me.

i am trying to tie together the two people into a full version of you in my head. yes, you made my coffee and made me laugh and spent hours on the phone with me. and yes - you would scream at me until i had to run away and hide behind something.

i wish i did have a narrative i could pull out and shape to my whim. i wish i did have some semblance of reality. instead i just stand here, strange and vibrating, wondering: what the fuck just happened?

[yo-yo-yoshiko]

It occurred to me the other day that the Candy Crew aren't actually interacting with a whole lot of people who have context for what gummies, chocolate bars, and pudding cups are and that's really funny actually...

[remcadll]

Gen obsessed with how.. *dead* your Jason's color pallete is. Like, that's corpse pale right there. Not a spec of blood left flowing in there (also father Todd's skin being full of color in comparison is a nice touch)

THANK YOU I love making him look a bit ghoulish. Guy who's not supposed to be alive but yes he is. no he isn't <3

[technically-human]

Does Stone need some tissues for crying? Has he cried after Robotnik... he needs tissues

Nah. Even now, he's doing his best to avoid crying. The Doctor didn't like it.

ko-fi

[soppophobe]

"He's actually trying his best guys, y'all are just a bunch of haters!!!!" Eat my ass, how about that lol.

[jijimachu]

Those who Afton

[jadewritesficshere]

Merman!Steve who is listening but not too intently to Dustin. He feels the sense of danger pull in his gut seconds before Dustin screeches. Steve barely has time to push Dustin through the water away before a net is closing up around him. Dustin is yelling as the net lifts Steve closer to the surface of the water.

Which- this is not how he wanted to spend his day. The one rule of hiding from humans and here he is immediately breaking it. He grits his teeth, tries to use his claws to tear the net, but it is thickly woven. He can't help the panic build inside as he gets pulled above the water.

Steve's tail flops wildly as he flails, trying to get out. The sky looks different without the haze of water but he barely has time to focus on that before the net is deposited on the ship. The hard wood under his back is different then the sunken ship him and Robin hang out at, and he cringes at the feeling.

"The fuck are you?" A voice asks. Steve flashes his fangs at the voice and holds his claws up. The man standing in front of him raises an eyebrow at him. The human...isn't attacking him? Isn't trying to cut his tail off and sell it? Isn't trying to pry his teeth from his jaw and make necklaces like they do sharks?

"Well shit," the human murmurs, scratching his chin. The man has some wrinkles, moves slowly to sit down, grimacing slightly. "Shit," Steve parrots back, the words difficult to make since he has never used his voice like this. He is realizing this human is hurt by his slow movements- he doesn't want to hurt someone who is already hurt.

"Hey Uncle Wayne did- what the fuck is that!?"

Steve jumps and turns to the new voice and-

It's the most gorgeous human he's ever seen. Big brown eyes and plump lips. His skin has ink on it, designs that are intriguing. His hair is long and Steve wants to run his hands through it, see if it is soft or not. See how it moves through his hands. His legs are long, maybe longer then Steve's tail. He has muscles in his arms, but is lean. Absolutely divine.

"Am I hallucinating? You uh you see this too right?" The man motions to Steve, staring openly at him. Steve preens slightly under the man's gaze. The man should look, admire him even. Steve would pose in front of this man for hours if he asked. The man holds his hand up and waves slightly at Steve, as if trying to make him disappear.

Steve blinks a few times, tilting his head. The man is frowning and he looks upset- the man shouldn't look upset, even if it makes his lips look more plump. Steve raises his hand, the net hindering his movements. The man's mouth drops open as he sees Steve's webbed fingers. Steve looks at his hand then the man before copying the wave the man did.

An incredulous laugh busts out of the man. It startles Steve at first but it's a good noise. The best noise. He could listen to this all day. He makes clicking noises back at the man, his version of laughter.

"Eddie, put the net back in the ocean," The Uncle-Wayne says," Let him-er, it?- go home." "This is insane! This is- oh my god-" "Eddie!" The Uncle-Wayne motions to the net, stopping The Eddie from speaking further. Steve doesn't want The Eddie to stop, he loves the tone of The Eddie's voice.

"Right, er, let me just uh get the net then," The Eddie nods looking at Steve again before rushing off. Steve pouts and leans forward, trying to see where he went. "Jesus Christ," The Uncle-Wayne mutters, causing Steve to look at him.

The Uncle-Wayne rubs his temples before looking at the sky," The one day my nephew agrees to come with me." He sighs and shakes his head," Of course, why not? Couldn't find a human had to be a fish person."

Steve isn't sure what The Uncle-Wayne is talking about. Before he can think too deeply on it, the net is moving. He fumbles and twists in the net, grabbing the sides to stay up right. The net lifts in the air and moves over the side of the boat. Gracefully, the net is lowered back into the water.

As soon as there is an opening, Steve darts out of the net. His heart is beating so fast, he can feel his pulse in his hands. Free of the net, he looks back at it in offense. It stays lowered for a few moments, Steve pushing it away with his tail as it drifts closer to him.

Steve watches as it raises back up out of the water he can see the water falling onto the surface, like how it does when it rains. It's beautiful, in a way, but it's also sobering to think of how deadly it could be if it wasn't The Eddie and The Uncle-Wayne.

Steve cautiously pokes his head up out of the water to look at the ship. His eyes meet once again with The Eddie's, who is leaning over the edge of the ship. His smile is beautiful, but he doesn't have sharp teeth like Steve. Steve smiles, afraid The Eddie will be scared of his teeth. He sees The Eddie inhale sharply, but The Eddie doesn't look scared. Steve can't decipher exactly what The Eddie's look means as he licks his lip.

Steve raises his hand like The Eddie did earlier and waves. The Eddie laughs, such a beautiful noise to Steve. Melodious and free. The Eddie laughs and waves as the ship pulls away. Steve waves until The Eddie and the ship are too far away.

They are too far to see Steve slip back under the water and race after the ship, following the vibrations in the water. They don't see Steve follow them to the dock. They don't see Steve as he watches them get off the boat to the land. But Steve sees them. He sees The Eddie. And he'll come back with the best shell he can find to give as a gift to court The Eddie. He'll bring back a hundred gifts if he has to.

[okartichoke]

Turnabout Sisters played poorly on stakes in tears of the kingdom

[deathberi]