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postsforposting · 5 months ago

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seriously mean

you can see what you like in fiction, blah blah blah, projecting onto characters is fun, etc

though it really seems like i watched a completely different movie from everyone else's deadpool and wolverine. they hate each other??? logan's a short fuse who doesn't control himself???

logan doesn't attack wade or the bartender despite the insults and the manhandling. no one's afraid of him, everyone stayed put instead of running.

logan outright says "talk about something else". not "shut the fuck up", not "you are so fucking annoying". a directive to continue yapping. just not about the suit. that's literally "keep going". he listened for however long they were walking and in the car, and he was actually LISTENING. he wasn't tuning it out. he wouldn't have known about vanessa and the avengers and the previous xmen adventures if he didn't care about what wade was saying.

all the "insults" that are actual insults only happen when wade's killed someone--after johnny dies, after nicepool dies. logan calls him an asshole after the first cassandra meeting, but in the context of his yapping having just killed johnny and nearly themselves too.

but he immediately asks for his input and then lets him yap again in the diner and all the way to the car fight. he doesn't use insults at all until after wade gets johnny killed, even though wade starts out insulting him in the bar and immediately in the void with "ape". though was he insulting logan or was it a compliment to his inhuman half, designed like an insult? logan's the one who gets down on all fours like an animal in the first fight scene, after wade's said "this is gonna be good". from how easily logan takes down sabretooth, we know that fight was pure fooling around.

logan's not mad when he finds out his universe can't be fixed, because he'll happily trade his past for wade's future--twice, going in the reactor and again when he doesn't demand to return to his own universe. a world without wade isn't one he wants. he makes to walk away because he needs to know if wade will call his name, just as logan called wade's in the reactor. and again, wade's an idiot and annoying in the reactor because he's about to kill someone again--himself.

at the end he says the avengers would be lucky to have wade. that's sincere. he was going to walk off, but chose to turn around and stay with wade. not because he had nowhere else to go, but because he likes the guy he just complimented. when meeting al, wade's throwing gross nonsense and logan is FOND and laughing along. that isn't disgust or frustration.

this is without getting into the motif that "taking the piss", aka insults aka verbal assaults, is "pulling your leg"--a joke. it's not meant seriously. it's flirting, foreplay, feeling each other out: physical violence is sex; verbal violence is first base.

so a mean joke isn't seriously like that but it very much definitely IS...."""like that""", in all seriousness. if you're insulting someone, you're "giving them an excuse", a come on to fucking go. an invite to...come....at? on?.....you. wade and logan both see right through the fourth wall, so this isn't only metatextual but also literally textual. they know what they're playing at.

a joke can also be an excuse to say one thing and mean another, like nicepool claiming to be nice while actually being rude. so if you act like you're mean.....you're saving the good stuff for special occasions. for someone who wants to have a go at you. it's why wade gets all breathy flustered in the car as they're....not playing nicely with each other. you gotta be....seriously mean.... if you wanna get under someone's skin....to live rent free with them. like family does. it's a callback to dp1: if you're paying for it, then you're only renting love, it's not a real happily ever after.

there's also a motif going on with costumes and masks making you "a different person", hence why wade and logan have radically different personalities in and out of their suits/masks. it's why wade takes off his mask to say nice things that he sincerely means.

#deadpool and wolverine #deadclaws #poolverine #meta #i typed seriously so many times it no longer feels real #haha reality joke in a meta fourth wall post #that's like sixteen walls

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nautls11 · 6 months ago

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ok but hear me out: riptide x slay the princess (big ol yap sesh and closeups below)

Chip: The Spectre

109, obviously, but also the spectre’s yearning for what once was, wanting back her “freedom” of the life she had before. The parallels between the spectre’s longing and Chip’s longing for his life with the Black Rose Pirates work so well together. Another factor is how Chip needed to learn that he was not alone anymore. He had a crew, friends, captains, siblings. Through his ups and downs, he learned respect, trust, honor, and responsibility; he learned to love again with a fiery passion he had not felt since he sailed alongside Arlin.

“I offer you absolution, and you take my hand in yours.

You felt the pain you caused another, and you were willing to sacrifice everything you thought was you to set me free.

Without sin, there is no redemption.”

“This one is vaporous. She is a dream of a life she could never have, but that longing has given her so much capacity for Kindness. She will make for a yearning heart.

Do not mourn her — she will finally be able to hold What she never knew.”

Jay: The Cage

I was heavily debating between Jay and Gill for this one, but the Cage’s final confrontation is what sold Jay for me. Her constant fear of abandoning her blood family because she has already lost so much (her sister, and soon her mother), that abandoning the last shred of family she has left would be losing everything. It is her inaction which drives much of her conflict, balancing the line between Ferin and pirate, because no matter which side she turns to, she is always afraid, because she always has something to lose. There are times where she feels like she can only watch from afar and see what will happen (especially in the case of lizzie’s war), but she must understand that inaction is most often a deficit. She has proven herself time and time again to others, she just needs to prove it to herself.

“Fear is a chain around the neck and a needle in the eye.

It was fear that made our prison, and it was fear that told the lie that

our spirits were not free to choose.

But together we left it all behind, and found a world free of burdens.

We found the beauty in accepting our dance.

This construct is a machine of fear. It has no place in our divine hearts.

Shatter it. Leave with me.”

“This one is a body that convinced herself she was only a set of eyes. She will make for a watchful heart.

Do not mourn her. She is now what she wished that she could be.”

Gill: The Drowned Grey

Unlike the others, I couldn’t really find a princess that fit gill as well as the others did, so I decided to do a more specific moment of gill’s story for his princess: his oath of vengeance and dunjon arc.

The Drowned Grey is a story of hurt, loss, and rebirth. Gill loses everything; his friends, his closest companion, and is taken away from the life he once knew to be trapped in an endless white void, to be judged by the apparitions of those who had always judged him before. He is raw, violent emotion, rage being the only way he knows to understand his pain, and thus inflicts it onto others. His actions endangered those who wanted to help him be because all he could process was his loss. And that loss he screamed at the elder’s with his entire soul, only to be swept away in the dark depths of Niklaus’ control. But after the anger, was his rebirth. He was never meant to remain in an endless void for eternity, and Born anew in the eye of a leviathan’s storm, the violence and grief was left behind him in the cold icy storm. He had his catharsis, leaving those demons behind him in the darkest depths.

“I kill you. You kill me. Back and forth we go, faster and faster and faster. I kill you. You kill me.

Hollow eyes watch from the dark corners of a forgotten place flooded by emotions left unspoken. The tide rises.

I kill you and me.

An ending is a passion that can only be expressed with a moment in time. It is a seed for a new beginning. To linger on an ending is to rob it of its life.

And without me, all that's left to do is linger.”

“This one is guarded sorrow. She saw herself as alone but in the end had courage to share with another. She will make for a deep heart.

Do not mourn her - she has finally been heard.”

anyways uhh thanks for coming to my tedtalk, i lowkey wanna do this for other campaigns, currently thinking about prime defenders and the suckening so ye 👍👍

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r0-boat · 8 months ago

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Defile

Whb!AsmodeusxGn!Reader

Happy Halloween, and enjoy this sinful fanfiction

Cw: Corruption, primal, predator/prey, breeding, mind control, womb tattoo(what's the gender-neutral term for that), Heat, religious play, CNC, Asmodeus yaps a lot, aftercare

You kneel at the end of the sanctuary your hands clasped together As you pray in the dead of night. As the rest of your brothers and sisters at the monastery slumber, You had woken up early dreaming of sin, pools of blood red eyes staring into your very soul as you feel hands grasp and touch you in ways the Lord will not permit.

You had been plagued with sinful thoughts and dreams for a while now. So you pray hoping that someone would answer your prayers, and you'll be free from temptation.

But in the ivory halls of the church, with nothing but the light of the Moon and the candles lit around the altar to keep you company. Little did you know you were not alone. A darkness more sinister stalks closer. The candle sticks that littered the Sanctuary blow out one by one starting from the entrance when the doors creeped open.

You didn't open your eyes And one by one each candle blows out all around you. You did not open your eyes until you smelled the smoke. The only candles that were still lit were the ones around the altar. You thought as though the wind must have blew them out.

Your eyes adjusting to the dark as you squint looking around for an opened window or door that you are not aware of that could have caused the candles to go out. Your eyes peer into the blackened void behind you. You could almost feel at stare back.

That's when you heard it.

"well well well, What do we have here. A little lamb astrayed from its flock?"

It bellowed. Echoing throughout the entire chamber, your heart quickens as you lose your balance from the shock, falling from your knees to your bum. Your eyes widen as they dart throughout the room, But all you could see was the same inky darkness that not even the moonlight could pierce.

"W-who are you?" Your voice cracks the only words you can manage to get out.

The figure finally steps into what little light that could reach into the monastery. Long pitch black hair his naked figure covered by a single white silk robe ironic for what he was. Chains and barbed vines around his arms and legs and his piercing red eyes with a single yet unmistakable curled horn.

There was no mistaken of what he was. Your breath shakes your whole body shakes. Grasping the gold pendant around your neck You scoot away.

The demon chuckles. "Don't be afraid dear human, I promise I'll take good care of you." The way that word rolled off the tongue made you shiver. You didn't want to know what he meant by that.

"You're not supposed to be here!" You call out

"This is a house of God! You are not welcome devil!"

The red-eyed monster grinned, his smile wide and sinister, flashing his fangs. He let out a deep chuckle. "Your God will not protect you." He smiles. You can hear shackles on his arms and legs shake as he stalks closer. That sinister smile seems to grow wider and wider.

"Do you think you're pathetic little prayers will keep the incarnate of Lust away from what he has claimed. Look into my eyes prey you know who I am..."

As the being gets lower to your level, his claws scratch against the marble tiles as he practically crawls toward you. Eyes full of longing and hunger. Getting so dangerously close, you could smell a sweet temptation coming from him.

They warned warned you about him; One of the seven deadly sins.

Asmodeus.

He didn't have to hear you say it because he could see it in your eyes The delicious fear. He could hear every pump of your heart getting faster and faster And of course you reeked of desire. Pretty virgin things like you always made the most delicious of prey.

"I can smell that you crave for me." He growls.

Your heart practically stopped; that sentence alone finally made your feet move, scampering on the ground before taking off. All you hear was a laugh echoing through the halls as you keep running.

You could hear him coming for you his heavy breath the footsteps behind you that sound less and less human and more like a pack of hungry wolves.

You didn't look back; you didn't dare to. You could already hear how close he was and that he was gaining. Your lungs burned as you pushed as hard as you could. You could only reach outside in the courtyard, the moonlight showing his full figure before he tackled you to the ground, his whole body weight bringing you down.

Using his entire strength, Asmodeus forces you to the ground. You are at his mercy as you try desperately to fight him. You swore you felt drool dripping on your skin when he buried his nose into your neck, deeply inhaling your scent.

"perfect, simply perfect. I've been watching you for a while. And now that you're underneath me, You are far better than I ever could have imagined." His breathy voice tickled your ear as you delicately felt his claws and fingers around your neck. Your heart dropped as you felt a bulge in his clothes pressing against your pajamas. You try to squirm out of his grip, anything to get out, but you are trapped, caged in his arms, back pressed against his chest.

"your ass grinds against me, mate; You're so eager for me to claim you as mine." He sneered. His claws were ripping and shredding through your clothes as if they were paper.

Treating you like a mir doll for his amusement. Asmodeus flips you over, holding your arms together with his big hand.

"Yes, let me see you, let me see my new bride." He purrs. His eyes rolling over you like a piece of meat.

Your struggling was cute, It highlighted how much bigger and stronger he was compared to you but he began to grow tired of your useless attempts at freedom. He likes his mates 'willing' after all.

He let out another animalistic purr pressing his tongue against your collarbone looking up your neck as his other hand presses down on your lower stomach.

You felt heat underneath his palm a sweet pleasurable heat burning into your core when he lifts his palm a mark appears and its place.

That warmth from your core begins to spread all over your body. Places where he has touched, bit, licked, or sucked, begin to tingle all the way down to your core.

Asmodeus watches with a pleasant grin as his influence slowly takes over your body. He presses harder against you, his skin against yours. All he was doing was touching you, yet you felt so sensitive—that little warmth beginning to grow hotter and hotter as It became increasingly harder to think. The demon above you begins to explore your body with his hand and his tongue, licking and groping every part he can, feeling up his new favorite toy.

"Good human, become nice and obedient for me. Feel your mind slip away and become mine." His voice seems to echo in your mind; you feel it with your whole body, sending ripples of pleasure throughout.

Asmodeus, lets go of your wrists. Finally, you have a chance to escape, but your body has other plans: staying underneath him, obedient and ready.

Knowing that your body has completely submitted to him, the devil leans backward, unveiling his cock hard and throbbing, his balls swollen. "Come to me, human, come serve your new male. Prepare him for breeding." He moans, His hand squeezing his shaft with one lazy pump before cupping his balls.

His voice echoes in your mind and you obey him without question. The more you resist the deeper you fall.

As your mouth begins to drool at the sight of his dick. You crawl forward on your hands and knees. He watched in delight to your tiny hand wrapping around his demon cock before taking it in your mouth.

His natural musk, sweet yet woody fills your nose All you want to do is bury your face into him and ride him till the sun comes up. Your own drool runs down his shaft using it as lube to pump his cock with your hand while you struggle to take it deeper.

Despite your eagerness to please him, your movements were that of a virgin; he could smell that you were turned on by this, Even if you are under his influence. He plays with his jet-black hair idly, His teeth sinking into his lip. The desire to corrupt you with his demonic seed grows with every bob of your empty little head.

With a wave of his finger for you to stop, you obey like an obedient dog in heat; His cock is coated with your saliva, and your mouth drools from the taste of his pretty cock in your mouth. Asmodeus smirked as he crawled back on top of you with one hand. He parts your your thighs, preparing to sink inside you.

"I've had enough waiting, I'm going to breed you like the sow you are." Asmodeus growled

You arched your back as his cock filled you up just right. Putting your legs over his shoulders as he pressed his entire body weight down onto you. He didn't wait for a moment because if he did, you would be screaming and begging him to move.

With every slam of his hips the symbol on your core begin to glow brighter and brighter.

At that moment, your mind was not yours. It belonged to the man claiming you, but you could still feel it begin to change and warp with every thrust. His cock hits the deepest parts of you, and he snarls, feeling you clench.

"I know you're close. Cum as I fill you with seed and marry you in Unholy Matrimony right outside the very place you kneel and worship Your Lord!" He pants, a crazed look in his eye as he chases his orgasm. He's close, So close, ready to flood your insides and mark you as his. He could feel you tighten around his throbbing cock; you were close, there was no need in try to fight it. He's going to shatter your pitiful attempt at rebellion and rip the orgasm out of you.

Asmodeus let out an animalistic growl, drilling down into you harder and harder. If it wasn't for his voice ringing into your head, all you could hear was the slapping of his hips and his balls against your ass. "I will bind you to me, and you will worship me like your new God! Cum on my cock whore!"

It was a command, ending it with sinking his teeth right into your neck. Your eyes rolled back clenching and exploding all over him. Asmodeus letting out a maniac laugh before slammed with one final thrust deep inside you to steal his hips. He made sure to lift your lower body just right so he was reaching as deep as he could before filling your deepest parts with his virile seed. Your cunt milks him as you cum like it's the first time you came in your entire life milking his cock as you feel every spurt of seed as he drains his balls inside you.

Even as you stopped even after he stopped he still pressed inside you. Making sure every drop stays deep.

The two of you back in the afterglow before you feel as modius wrap his arms around you He nuzzles into your neck peppering it with kisses.

"beloved, My dearly beloved."

He groaned still deep inside you You can still feel how hard he was.

"I still want more... I want more of you." He whined overdramatically, grinding his still-stiff shaft against you.

As much as he wanted to have more of you, as much as he wanted to drill you into the dirt till the two of you were spent and on the verge of passing out, He knew that you probably had had enough. You were merely human, after all. Deliciously and lovingly human.

You felt his tongue drag across your neck again this time affectionately you giggle and push him away "All right get away from me stinky. We can't stay here for long." He lets out a groan despite him being much stronger than you he plays along moving his body giving you a little more space. Only a little.

"Satan doesn't have to know what we use this place for."

Asmodeus purred playing with your hair as he stayed glued to your body like a clingy lover. He cared little for the names you gave him It was a nickname from you and he would accept any.

"I highly doubt he wouldn't know after how loud we were."

He just let out a goofy chuckle. Guilty was charged He wasn't exactly the quietest either.

"Will you stay with me tonight? I promise we can bathe together."

It was a tempting offer. He was desperate to have you in his arms for a little while longer Even if that means doing the one thing he hated. But your answer is still the same, knowing that one night with him will never just be one night...

"You know my answer."

You heard the pout in his voice "Mmh Okay... But at least let me bring you back to your bedroom. I'd like to tuck you."

#smut #making Asmodeus as creepy as I fucking can #The creepiness is part of his charm #*sprays pepper spray sliced with febreze at him*#whb asmodeus #what in hell is bad #whb #whb x reader #wihib #whb abaddon #Asmodeus yaps a lot....#demon x reader #demon x human #whb Asmodeus x reader

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othertalearchive · 5 months ago

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ANALYSIS:

| This is NOT meant to be read as strictly canon. It is analysis and personal interpretation based on what’s in the actual canon and based off my own perspectives—sometimes with add ons from others and headcanons as well. Feel free to disagree, agree, reinterpret, or question at will.||

This is a WIP.

OTHERTALE:

My Othertale Rewatch.

Part 1 and Part 2 of the [experiment] analysis.

Wingdings Translation for [experiment].

Caring short analysis.

Nicknames.

Why I think Othertale Asgore and Toriel should have stayed together.

Misc on MTT, Amber, Ivory, alphyne, etc.

Fan decided birthdays.

Nicknames for the rest of the crew.

COLOR!SANS:

Color’s Name: 1 and 2.

Real Life Equivalents for Color’s psychical fragility.

His sass.

Color in the Sans Hazard comic.

Why does he keep living?

Wouldn’t he help Horror and Dust too?

Color’s boundaries and his violence.

Do I think Color struggles to adjust to change?

Color and joining the Star Sanses.

Color on the topic of Siblings.

Color Yap Sesh.

What type of photography Color would be interested in.

THE VOID/POST VOID:

The Effects of His Captivity.

Sensory deprivation, severe sensory sensitivity, and cleithropohobia.

Arm wound.

Resource hoarding and sleeping on the floor.

Potential unhealthy coping mechanisms post-Void. (cw: unsafe sex, trauma, dissociation.)

How the Void translates to a human/humanoid body. (Was inspired by the real life of case of Blanche Monnier.)

Do I think Color would S/H Post-Void?

Immediately post Void.

How long he might’ve been in the Void.

Color, Gaster, and storytelling. / Add on.

More Color & Gaster.

Possible supernatural or magical effects of the Void.

Color and AAC.

Technophobia.

COLOR SPECTRUM DUO:

How Color challenges Killer in a way most don’t have the opportunity or means to do so.

Color and on “fixing” Killer. And how his grief, trauma, and memories could’ve affected his relationships with different Killers.

Emptiness. / More on Color, Killer, Dream and Swap.

On Killer, Nightmare, and Color.

Color & Killer, Kin & Beats + codependency.

Why?

How could Color react to the death & replacement of the first Killer?

IVORY!UNDYNE:

Character + personality analysis.

Ivory could be an ISTJ.

Royal Guard training.

Color and Ivory bonding, and possibly unknowingly to Ivory, with the souls, too.

Ivory Fashion and Hair thoughts.

FISHBONES SIBLINGS:

Ivory and Sage’s childhood speculations.

Ivory and Color magical whump.

On Color.

Ivory and Sage in Underverse.

Fraternal Twins.

THE SOULS:

How the Souls could communicate with Color.

Is it canon Color can communicate with the souls?

Can Color and the souls be read as a system?

Integrity and Color’s autism.

Patience’s knives.

Color feeling like a vehicle for the souls.

How Color could be affected by Perseverance’s potential bad eyesight and dysgraphia. / Part 2.

Kindness & shielding + fire.

Souls Nicknames.

The Souls & their Influence.

EPIC SANSES/CHROMATIC CREW/ABYSS TEAM:

Delta & Color’s apartment. (+ refeeding syndrome.)

Who would meet Epic first? Would Color ever be jealous, upset, or paranoid?

How do I think Color would act when afraid of being alone, forgotten, or abandoned? (Early Post-Void Color.)

Does Color miss the Void?

Handwriting.

Where the Crew could live in Omega Timeline. (Outdated OT map). + Good old days at Grillby’s.

Jobs in the Omega Timeline.

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silver-the-pendejo · 4 months ago

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Prologue: Nightmare’s Edge

Couple: Poly!Chain and Platonic Wind x Reader Warnings: Nightmares, brief mentions of suffocating fear, some light language, battle themes, slight mental distress. Summary:After a nightmare, you are waken up by your pokemon As you train with your best friend, the feeling of something wrong resurfaces, making you wonder if the nightmare was more than just a dream.

The darkness was suffocating. Shadows twisted and curled around you like living things, their inky tendrils reaching for your limbs, dragging you down. A pair of glowing red eyes burned through the void, locking onto you with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine.

You ran.

The sound of your own heartbeat thundered in your ears as your feet pounded against the ground. No matter how fast you moved, they were always there—lurking just beyond the edge of your vision. A deep, guttural chuckle echoed through the darkness, familiar yet warped, sending a spike of fear down your spine.

A shadowy reflection of yourself, mimicking your every move with eerie precision, its blade gleaming as it advanced. Behind it, another figure loomed, far larger and more menacing. Malice dripped from his massive form, twin pupils narrowing as he watched you struggle.

Their presence pressed against you like a weight, suffocating and relentless. No matter how hard you tried, your feet felt heavy, the darkness clinging to you, dragging you down like quicksand. You opened your mouth to call for your Pokémon, for anyone, but no sound came.

The laughter grew louder.

A hand—clawed, massive—shot out of the dark, wrapping around your wrist. You gasped, struggling to break free, but its grip was unyielding. The shadows swirled, consuming everything in their path, including you.

And then—

A sharp yap.

The darkness shattered like glass, the eerie laughter replaced by the soft rustling of sheets and the warmth of something small and familiar pressing against your cheek.

You gasped awake, chest heaving as your eyes darted around the room. Sunlight peeked through the curtains, chasing away the remnants of the nightmare, but the phantom sensation of claws against your wrist lingered.

The dim light of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows against the walls. Your breath was ragged, your heart still hammering in your chest as you blinked away the lingering remnants of the dream.

Your Zorua—Nyx— stood on your chest, her little nose nudging your face, her ears pressed back in distress.

You let out a slow breath, running a hand down your face. “Why the fuck am I having nightmares about character’s from a videogame?” you muttered, voice still rough with sleep.

Nyx let out a small yap in response, as if demanding an answer you didn’t have.

Wyndon City was quiet, the silence barely interrupted by the Pokémon that roamed outside. The first rays of dawn slipped through the curtains of your room, casting a warm glow over the familiar surroundings. The walls were covered with posters of Pokémon and trainers, while trophies stood neatly lined up on a shelf. A collection of photographs—both old and new—adorned another wall, each capturing moments frozen in time.

You sighed, rubbing the lingering tension from your temples before finally swinging your legs over the edge of the bed. Nyx hopped off your chest and onto the floor, watching expectantly as you stretched.

The morning light reflected faintly against the trophies, the glint catching your eye. You stared at them for a moment, lips pressing into a thin line. Sometimes, being Champion felt like the greatest achievement in the world. Other times? It felt like a weight you could never put down.

Nyx let out a small yap, snapping you out of your thoughts just as a knock sounded at the door.

“Y/N, you awake?” Hop’s voice carried through the wood, his usual excitement barely muffled.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “Yeah, yeah, I’m up.”

The door creaked open before you had a chance to stand, and Hop poked his head inside, his signature grin already in place. His hair was still a mess from sleep, and he was wearing a loose hoodie over his pijamas, showing that he had probably forgotten to actually change clothes..

"Good! 'Cause I was gonna drag you out of bed if you weren’t," he teased, stepping fully into the room. His gaze flickered to Nyx, who yipped at him before leaping onto your desk. "Oi, your little troublemaker still giving you a hard time in the mornings?"

You rolled your eyes fondly. "She just has good timing."

Hop chuckled before plopping down onto your bed uninvited. "Anyway, I figured we could head out early today. Train a bit before that meeting that you have with the gym leaders. What do you say?"

You stretched again, feeling the last traces of sleep fade away. "Training? You sure you want to start your morning with a loss?"

Hop gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his chest. "Oi! That’s uncalled for! I’ve been working on new strategies, y’know!"

You smirked, standing up at last. "Yeah, yeah. You always say that."

Hop rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. Instead, he glanced toward the wall of photographs, his expression softening slightly. His gaze lingered on one in particular, a picture of you both as kids, standing side by side with Wooloo and Eevee and a Zorua—Nyx’s father and your now Zoroark— at your feet, back before either of you had taken your first real steps as trainers.

"Have you ever thought about how different things are now?" Hop mused, tapping a finger against the frame. "Feels like just yesterday we were running around Postwick and Wedgehurst, dreaming about becoming Champions."

"Yeah," you admitted, voice quieter than before. "All the time."

Hop huffed a laugh, crossing his arms. "Bet your younger self wouldn’t believe it if we told ‘em how things turned out."

You smirked. "Probably. But they’d also ask why I haven’t retired yet."

Hop barked out a laugh, shaking his head. "And what would you even do? Sit around and actually relax?" He nudged your arm. "Nah, mate, that’s not you."

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t deny he had a point. The weight of being Champion never quite left you, even when you weren’t actively competing. It was a part of you now, ingrained in every battle, every step forward.

A sharp yip pulled you from your thoughts. Nyx, still perched on your desk, flicked her tail impatiently, ears twitching as if to say, Hurry up already.

You huffed, rubbing a hand over your face before pushing yourself off the bed. "Alright, alright. Lemme change first."

Hop grinned, leaning against the doorframe as you grabbed some fresh clothes. "Better make it quick before I change my mind about letting you beat me today."

You snorted, rolling your eyes as you disappeared into the bathroom. A few minutes later, dressed and feeling more awake, you strapped on your belt, adjusting the Pokéballs clipped to it.

Nyx let out another eager yap as you grabbed your jacket.

Hop smirked. "See? Even Nyx thinks we should get going."

You sighed, ruffling his already messy hair as you walked past. "Fine, but don’t complain when I wipe the floor with you—again."

Hop groaned, swatting at your hand. "One day, Y/N, I swear, I’m gonna win—and when I do, you’ll never hear the end of it!"

You chuckled, shaking your head. "Guess we’ll see about that, huh?"

As you and Hop stepped out into the crisp morning air of Wyndon City, the streets were still relatively quiet. The distant hum of the city waking up filled the space between your easy banter, the occasional Pokémon cry echoing through the air. Nyx trotted ahead, her small form darting between shadows as if still energized from startling you awake.

"You sure you’re awake enough for this?" Hop teased, glancing over at you as you stifled a yawn. "Wouldn’t want you blaming your loss on being half-asleep."

You smirked. "You’re awfully confident this morning. Should I be worried?"

Hop puffed up his chest dramatically. "I told you—I’ve got new strategies! You’re not gonna see me coming!"

You chuckled, shaking your head. "Alright then, let’s see what you’ve got."

The two of you made your way to the open training fields just outside of Wyndon Stadium, a familiar battleground where many trainers came to sharpen their skills. The moment you arrived, Hop was already reaching for a Pokéball, grinning like a kid about to unwrap a present.

"Alright, mate, no holding back!" he declared, tossing his Pokéball into the air. "Go, Dubwool!"

His ever-reliable partner landed with a determined bleat, its wool puffing out in preparation. Nyx, who had perched herself on your shoulder, flicked her tail before hopping down, as if already anticipating a battle.

You grabbed your own Pokéball, rolling it between your fingers before smirking. "Fine by me. Let’s go, Eclipse!"

In a flash of light, your Zoroark materialized, its crimson mane flowing as it crouched low, sharp eyes locked onto Dubwool. Eclipse let out a low growl, not out of aggression, but in eager anticipation.

Hop grinned. "Let’s make this a battle to remember!"

The first attack was his. "Dubwool, Double-Edge!"

The Normal-type barreled forward, hooves kicking up dust as it lunged at Eclipse with impressive speed.

You didn’t hesitate. "Dodge and use Night Daze!"

Eclipse leapt back just in time, Dubwool barely missing as the Zoroark’s eyes gleamed. A dark, rippling wave of energy erupted from its body, striking Dubwool and sending it skidding back. The impact left Hop’s Pokémon rattled, but it quickly shook itself off, standing strong.

Hop grinned, undeterred. "Not bad! But you know me, I don’t go down easy!"

The battle raged on, each of you calling out commands, testing one another’s limits like you had since you were kids. The familiarity of it, the thrill of battle—it all felt like second nature.

And yet… something about today felt different.

It wasn’t until the battle was nearing its end, with Eclipse standing victorious but winded, that you felt it again—that strange, suffocating sensation from your nightmare. It was just for a split second, like a phantom touch at the back of your mind, but it was enough to make your breath hitch.

A flicker of red eyes in the corner of your vision.

The sensation of something lurking around.

"Y/N?"

You blinked, snapping back to the present. Hop was staring at you, brows furrowed in concern. "You alright? You spaced out there for a sec."

You exhaled, shaking off the lingering unease. "Yeah. Just—just tired, I guess."

Hop studied you for a moment longer before flashing a lopsided grin. "Well, you did win, so I’ll let it slide this time." He reached over, clapping a hand on your shoulder. "Seriously though, you good?"

You forced a smirk. "Please, it’s just morning grogginess. You waking me up at the crack of dawn is probably the real problem."

Hop rolled his eyes. "Oi, don’t blame me for your lack of a normal sleep schedule."

You chuckled, but deep down, you couldn’t shake the feeling that the nightmare wasn’t just a dream.

ACTUAL FANFIC ACTUAL FANFIC Anywayas hope you all like it, I swear I don't have a obssesion with pokemon :D

LU Masterlist | Series Masterlist | Next Part

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe x reader #x reader #au's #prologo #prologue #pokemon au

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love4ng1e · 4 months ago

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࿐໋ ANGIE'S GALLERY !!

✶ ACT I - THE SOUL WITHIN (myself).

As you may have guessed, the name's Angie. French is my first language. I'm a film noir enthusiast, so expect nothing but black and white. Literally directed by Quentin Tarantino and Alfred Hitchcock. Follow me on @miss4ng1e to possibly be mutuals.

✶ ACT II - BEYOND THE LINES (blog).

My blog primarily explores the law of assumption, reality shifting, and occasionally the void state. I've practiced all of them enough to confidently call myself experienced. I'm here to share my knowledge, recount my experiences, and support anyone who needs guidance. Everything I share reflects my personal perspectives so let’s agree to disagree when needed!!

✶ ACT III - WHERE CURIOSITY LIES (questions).

Feel free to drop a question in my ask box, whether anonymously or not, or DM me directly. I’ll respond to the best of my abilities. If I don’t reply, it’s likely your question has already been addressed!!

✶ ACT IV - THE ALCHEMY OF LANGUAGE (dictionary). * More on my account!!

# short reminders ...

# law of assumption ...

# reality shifting ...

why do we shift realities? (motivation) | things I wish I knew. | shifting is not hard.

# the void ...

my approach on the void. | things not to do when it comes to the void.

# affirmations ...

vaunt to an unforgettable girl. | vaunt to an overachiever.

# important asks ...

how to manifest being friends with a celebrity. | how to change the color of your hair. | what if the 3d "never" conforms?

# yapping away ...

people are waking up.

✶ ACT V - WHERE THE CIRCLE ENDS (closure).

I would like to sincerely thank all the wonderful souls who follow me. Your support means more to me than words can express, and I never anticipated this account would come to hold such a special place in my heart. With heartfelt gratitude, Angie.

#love4ng1e #love4ng1e ✶ masterlist #loa #loablr #shifting #shiftblr #void state #voidblr

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spuirrelwiththeletterp · 7 months ago

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cutely slides in the yap post about their Sans AU that was previously accidently posted and jumps out of a window 😊

I've posted some art of my kid, but haven't given their name(I did) or any other info. I will eventually make a proper info post on them, but for now...

this booger right here is Error Print Sans, or just Print Error (or Error Print)

an absolute feck ton of words under the cut that's me just throwing up my thoughts ⇓

they originally started out as a passing thought that was just Error!Sans but CMYK colors, which evolved into a whole different character who didn't even have anything CMYK going on and I forgot about them for around two or three years until I re-entered my Undertale/UTMV phase recently. seriously disliked the character and the direction I took them in so I decided to start from scratch, took the original CMYK concept, and Print Error was born

am still working out their lore. I have ideas for some events that led to their current state, though how they got into the Anti-Void or why their attire changed after becoming an error is still beyond me

I called them Print Error because inkjet printers use CMYK ink and they're an error (very creative ik) they also feel weird being called just Print but they don't know why

even though I made its design with the CMYK color model in mind, its more CMY than CMYK due to actually not having any black, the way its body works just makes it look like it has black↴

Print Error's being is composed of 3 overlapping color layers (cyan, magenta, yellow) that each depict how much of that magic they have. less saturated colors means less magic left, and running out of all three colors will leave Print Error in a mindless "no color" or "all white" state where they can't use any magic unless they absorb color through physical contact

the alignment of Print Error's layers reflect their mental state. more misaligned layers means more mentally unstable or intense Print Error's emotions. more aligned layers means Print Error is more "there" in their own chaotically fragmented way, but layers rarely ever align too closely...

Their body is not affected by lighting, which means they stick out like a sore thumb with their bright colors and vantablack bones (it's already hard enough to just make the effect, shading them would just be an absolute nightmare 😭)

Print Error's strings are much thicker than a typical error's and come from both its eyes and mouth. Print Error can additionally absorb CMY colors from objects/beings with its strings

Print Error's attacks (bones, gaster/printing error blaster blasts) come in cyan, magenta, and yellow, which all have their own properties, but Print Error can't control what color their attack will be half of the time

Print Error is cold to the touch but has thermoanesthesia, so it doesn't know its a walking ice cube. its confused why others react so weird when coming in physical contact with it

Print Error does not understand social cues and personal space. they're often in a chaotically playful mood, though not always

Print Error is morally grey and can't tell the difference between good and bad, everything is neutral to it... apart from mistakes

Print Error's thoughts are inconsistent, usually jumping from one topic to another, having multiple thoughts at once, or not having any thoughts at all. it usually "lives in the moment", often going with the flow

Print Error's fragmented mind kind of leaves them absent minded most of the time, getting easily distracted and forgetting things like it's nobody's business. though they can often hold their focus if they're intrigued by something

even with a horrible memory, Print Error can remember things at random, though often it's something that it was previously intrigued by, or just something completely random. either way its gonna forget not even 2 seconds later

Print Error deeply believes that any mistake, no matter how small, can be catastrophic, causing them to have a sort of perfectionist mindset. they try to avoid making any mistakes, and punish themself over any mistakes they do make (leaving out details)

if Print Error witnesses someone else make a mistake, there's a chance their mind might not register it, but more often than not, will get seriously exasperated at the person for making a mistake and might even crash out of frustration. not because of the mistake itself, but more so out of fear for the person, though Print Error doesn't recognize the feeling nor reason behind it

though they do heal quicker than usual, it's a double-edged sword as it subconsciously encourages Print Error's more self-destructive behavior

I originally had Print Error have excellent depth perception, until I thought of Print Error seeing everything in the same layered effect others see them in. definitely gonna explore that idea!

there are many more ideas I have for Print Error but I don't know how to "coherently" include them so those are gonna be revealed over time 😉

If anyone wants to ask anything about Print Error, feel free to ask! I would love to answer any questions about them and I got nothing but time!

been stressing over this post for like two weeks and I just set a deadline so I wouldn't tweak things till the heat death of the universe

was heavily inspired by @ossiethegreat's Static Hue/Error!Color post to make my own rant on my own kid, so there might be some similarities cuz I am oh so ✨️creative✨️. link to the post because I absolutely loved reading its ideas and I love Hue

I AM SO SORRY OZ IF YOU DID GET A NOTIFICATION FOR THE UNFINISHED VERSION OF THIS POST THAT WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN I AM SO FRICKING SORRY 😭😭😭

I really tried to explain my thoughts and I feel like I failed in certain areas 😭 I struggle with explaining my ideas and especially the more in-depth ones, so some things might change if I find better ways to explain them

I definitely plan to share more of this gremlin, and especially if more than one person is interested in them!

also found some older drawings of Print Error I made previously but didn't share, so I'm sharing now because I don't think I would have shared these at any point in the future

also a lil lore one 👀 which I like but also don't like

#undertale au #undertale au oc #sans au #sans au oc #sans oc #utmv oc #utmv au #utau oc #utau au #undertale sans au #undertale sans oc #heck why not #ima create some tags for them too #Error Print Sans #Print Error Sans #Error!Print

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krystella-shifts · 5 months ago

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Welcome to Krystella's blog‧₊˚ ✿˖˚ ༘𐙚 ༘⋆

About me ˚˖🩷ִ໋‧₊˚ ⋅♡🪐༘⋆🔮˚.⋆

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ You can call me Krystella

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Master shifter , Master manifestor

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Feel free to DM to be shifting friends or just friends in general ! :D

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ please ask questions in asks or anon asks unless you wanna have a discussion and/or deeper conversations (if so DM!! I love deep talks)

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ me creative=i like Creative hobbies (drawing, writing,etc) + all things music!

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ I'm into Kpop my ult groups are SVT, BTS and TWICE 𖹭

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ i love you

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ i think you can tell what's my fav colour lol

Tags ˚˖ִ໋🌷˚.💎⋆

- #Krystella shifts = orignal posts

- #Krystella asks box = answering ur questions

- #Krystella's favs = reblogs of others' posts i love

- #Krystella polls for fun = random polls (mostly shifting related)

- #Krystella thoughts 💭 / #brain go brrr (⁠ノ⁠ಠ⁠益⁠ಠ⁠)⁠ノ⁠彡⁠┻⁠━⁠┻ = yaps, thoughts or random posts (might be helpful? idk yet)

My Methods

For all shifting, void, manifestation, etc

༄ Krystella's drama method 🌹🎀

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Shifting posts˚˖👑˖˖𓍢ִִ໋໋🌌˚."💫'✧･ﾟ⋆

• All things visualisation (applies to loa, void too)

• Fame/kpop DR memezz

• Sad? Feel like giving up? Read this

• ACTUAL way of acting as if for shifting

DRs˚˖🍬˚˖˖˖𓍢ִִִִ໋໋໋໋🍭･˖🍨'✧･'⋆

- Home reality (wr)

- Kpop/fame DRs (twice,itzy,etc)

- original kpop group

- Friendship DR

- High school DR

- miraculous DR

- Pokémon DR

- Winx DR

Void state / i am state posts ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌟₊˚ʚ🌠₊˚

• how to ignore symptoms and detach from 3d

• You are Void state/God

• Void success

• lose focus easily?

Manifestation & LOA ˚˖˖𓍢ִ໋.ִ໋✨˚.🎀*‧₊˚⋆💅🏻

─ .✦ THE LAW IS SIMPLE!

─ .✦ how to let go of the past identity that doesn't have it (become the dream version of you)

─ .✦ success stories: 1 , 2 , 3 ,

─ .✦ My most popular post: everything will click

─ .✦ stop standing in your own (manifestations') way

─ .✦ physical world rules VS inner world

─ .✦ Use doubts to manifest

─ .✦ it's okay to waver but-

─ .✦ unfavorable circumstances? Who?

─ .✦ Worrying you might be doing it wrong or delaying it? Read thissss 🐍

── .✦ "why bad stuff manifested?" In my opinion + power of perspective ✨🌷

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aromanticofficial · 6 months ago

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hi. im angry, aro, and exhausted. sorry in advance for the yap.

alloro queers gotta stfu sometimes like sorry my heterosexual 40yr mother understands the fact I'd rather die than date better than my alloace bestie. One of them can not randomly pipe up with "Ah..I remember thinking I wouldn't date anymore" whenever I mention the concept of not dating and SOMEHOW ITS NOT THE OLD WOMAN WHOS MORE LIKELY TO REMINISCE ON HER PAST RELATIONSHIPS????????

also my alloace bestie's (alloallo) bf is convinced im into them (alloace bestie) romantically. telling him i was aro wasn't the thing to calm him down it was MY FRIEND LYING AND SAYING I WAS DATING SOMEONE.

romance controls allo queers like they're a chess pawn and until they realize that I think hanging with hets might be the only way I can even live. You did it queers. You knocked someone out of your community again.

HOLY FUCK GETTING THIS ALL OUT FELT FREEING.

feel free to delete I only needed to scream into the void so I'm not expecting any answers

there's so much focus in the queer community on having a queer-presenting relationship it's sickening, even as an aro in a romo relationship. I'm not sure allo hets will understand, but it's worth a try

#aromantic #aro #official aro post #official aromantic post #mod cale #queuepid was wrong #ask #anonymous #vent

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softaestluv · 3 months ago

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If you were to do a writing collab with any other writers on here who would it be?

Ohhh I’m gonna be honest I don’t read a lot of other fics that often anymore. All the free time I used to use for reading fics kinda goes into writing my own stuff now lol

And a lot of the time when I do read fics I kinda just use it as reading to improve my own work LOL

So, there’s a lot of writers works I’m missing out on, literally haven’t read like the past 10 chapters of Cherry red crimson blood, I also have so many bookmarks of unread fics on ao3 & so many reblogged on my side account to read later that I just haven’t gotten around to. BUT EVENTUALLY I WILL. One of these days will be dedicated to purging all my to read tags. 🧘🏻‍♀️

All that yapping aside, I’m not sure if I would ever do a writing collab haha I’m not completely confident in my writing and I wouldn’t want to jeopardize someone else’s writing. I also think I’m simply not worthy to work with my favorite writers on here lol.

So, I’ll just share some of my all time fave fics in general!!

Service Dog Johnny- @/void-my-warranty (10/10 stars oh I can not recommend this fic to enough people, I physically feel the emotions of reader like oh my gosh I literally feel it in my chest)

Raspberry Girl -@/peachesofteal (captures the dd/lg SO FORKING well, Simon is so sweet to reader too!)

I Wonder How Many Days I’ll Bleed- @/thethingsthatimake (on ao3, I’m not sure if they have an account here, but oh wow it’s so good.)

Ink & Needle- @/gloomwitch (GENUINELY ONE OF THE MOST WELL WRITTEN FICS EVER)

Brick by Brick- @/knightjpg (on ao3 I’ve reread and reread and reread this short fic so many times I love it so much. Has influenced my writing style SO much!)

anything by @/theoristfox, @/slater_babe @/quarterlifekitty, @/spurbleu, @/finemadeline, @/dmitriene, @/beloveds-embrace, @/simonz-angel, @/angelicangelz, @/soapcloth, @/syodeye

I’m sure there is so many im forgetting or not including, but I can only make such a long post lmao BUT I love all writers! You’re all amazing thank you for sharing your minds with us!! If I didn’t include you or an artist I probably love you or their work already lol! If you guys haven’t you should definitely read some of their works!

#cherris asks

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deifyruby · 20 days ago

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤbeware for spoilers for wemmbu's

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ<how i saved a hardcore minecraft smp>

minute: listen, i don't know where you're gonna go next, but it's important to be careful how much you're gonna explore out there. you don't wanna end up being the villain of your own story.

a yap. spoilers below. really tiny spoilers tbh. but spoilers nonetheless.

AM I CRAZY IF I CONNECT THAT WARNING TO MR SPOKE "DESCENDING INTO MADNESS" ISHERE. i recently took a break from uu, so i haven't watched the latest spoke uu eps yet. i also mention s1, but i may have forgotten some details so like bare with me, feel free to lmk if i got something wrong. ◉⁠‿⁠◉ i am just really insane about dadtech babysittertech or whatever, i have an urge to get this out of my system.

minute was there when ash 'foretold' that spoke would end up just like him. creating his own little mafia, getting drunk on the high of that power. ash saw the seeds were planted in spoke's time as 'fish bucket', and carefully nurtured them. he fed into it, even if at the time he didn't know it was spoke. at the time, i think minute and mapicc reassured spoke. but i had an inkling that, at least mapicc, —who was besides 'fish bucket' and had to rein him in whenever he saw fish bucket about to go off the deep end— was unsure about where spoke's own morals would lead him down the line now that the 'greater threat' was gone.

mapicc has been relying on minute from the moment they met. minute quickly became a reliable pillar whom devious could rely on whenever they found themselves in trouble. one of the biggest moments where mapicc's trust in minute is shown to us, is around the end of the big war against the mafia. spoke flew down into the void to break all the mafia's stasis chambers, and he planned to die with his goal. when mapicc found out, he instantly became distressed and lost his cool, began panicking and discarded the plan in favor of saving spoke. and the one person who came to their rescue (although belatedly), and the only person that mapicc had contacted for help— minutetech. mapicc trusts minute, and he came to him first when his best friend's life was in danger.

all that to say that it is not unreasonable to think that mapicc could have told minute about his observations and concerns, and minute being the smart cookie he is, he could absolutely have figured out the weird behavior spoke has been exhibiting, even if he doesn't know the details of it. as far as we know, minute and spoke haven't come in contact in s2, so here's the part where i am just blindly throwing darts and hoping it hits.

minute and spoke haven't come in contact in s2, but you know who has? planet and mapicc. more specifically, mapicc who has been relying on minute. mapicc isn't stupid, he must have noticed something off about spoke when they were in redd and jaron's base. spoke tried to hide any actions that he could be judged for, and even lied about the reason he was camping that base. of course, we don't know mapicc's pov, so it's hard to really ascertain whether he actually figured out spoke's lies during their time together.

but for the sake of this train of thought, let's say he did. at this point, i'd think mapicc would try to intervene, but there are so many questions yet to be answered. so much context and pretext missing that i can't say, with absolute certainty whether he hasn't intervened because of external forces, or by spoke's own efforts. there has to be a reason spoke is doing what he is doing, there has to be a reason he is alone, and there must be something that mapicc is doing behind the scenes. i mean, that's his best friend! i find it hard to believe that after bonding over near death experiences, a whole war, the self sacrificial plan, he would just let spoke be by his lonesome, as he obviously puts his life on the line infiltrating, living in the bases of people who would a hundred percent kill him if spoke slipped up and was found. especially because devious clearly weren't on 'bad' terms, mapicc would want to help spoke. and he did! enthusiastically so, during the redd & jaron base infiltration. yet, mapicc disappeared once again after the episode ended. 🤨

so what does minute know? does he even know anything? it sounds like minute has been holed up in the end, protecting it against the babblu & fants team (omg color crew ><). but mapicc could have gone to the end explicitly to find minute. so if he did, everything minute Could know, is everything mapicc knows. which is. enough to raise concerns, given you know. that they were both there when ash gave his ominous warning lol.

saying that minute's warning to wemmbu is influenced by him learning about spoke while being unable to help out because of his duties to keep the end safe from ill intentioned people, Could be a stretch. but it Would be, a really cool nudge given that spoke and wemmbu are both mcs. and not to mention, not a lot of side characters show up in more than one pov. :) i assume it's because of timezone reasons + they ask people they're closer with to record so inevitably, close friends will end up appearing in their friend's pov more, but that also means that there is a purpose to these characters that usually stay within one mc's orbit, to suddenly appear in another's.

anyway anywya anyway holy yap holy yap holy yap I LOVE DADTECH.

#boo's yap #unstable universe #spokeishere #mapicc #minutetech

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