#i'm gonna stop here before i keep going forever LMAO

[mo-ok]

Power Rangers?

(the order here is unimportant 😌)

5. Shelby dino charge

4. Koda dino charge

3. Dustin Ninja storm

2. Gem rpm

1. Ziggy rpm

[amazingmsme]

Last Call for Mercy

AN: the much anticipated 600 strike fic is FINALLY here! I think we’ve all been dying to see Poseidon get his ass handed to him with some good ol’ fashioned tickle torture, & I’m here to deliver! That art by you know who (too scared to mention them in this fic) was such perfect inspiration for this fic! Grab a snack & settle in, ‘cause it’s kinda long (just over 4k)

Warning that it’s a little more intense & mean than my usual fics, but it’s Poseidon & he deserves it lmao. Kinda suggestive, but nothing more than that. (I will forever be inspired by the manwhore au) other than that, enjoy Poseidon getting what he deserves!

The wind whipped and howled, waves crashing against jagged rocks. The spray of the sea reached high, filling the air with the taste of salt. Dark clouds rolled in, quickly blocking the sun as rain poured from the sky.

Odysseus stood before Poseidon, calculating his next move. The God lay sprawled across the rocks, bruises and small cuts littering his skin from their previous fight. He looked smug, almost proud.

Odysseus couldn't keep this up forever, and he didn't want to. He was tired of fighting just to survive; it was all he'd known for the past 20 years. He was tired. So, so tired...

He had hoped Poseidon would be too. That when offered a truce: a final chance to leave the past behind, that he would take it. Of course, he could never be so lucky, nor Poseidon so reasonable.

He looked at his island one last time, coming to a decision.

"You're going to call off that storm." He spoke in a dead, flat tone. One that struck fear in the hearts of many and commanded respect.

Poseidon's triumphant smirk stretched further across his face, twisting his features with sadistic glee.

"Or what? You can't kill me," he taunted. Odysseus slowly shifted his gaze back onto him.

"Exactly."

Odysseus stalked closer, like a lone wolf closing in on a kill. Poseidon's grin faltered once he realized Odysseus was still coming towards him.

"Wait-" his eyes darted to where his trident now rested at the soldier's feet. "Wait!"

And then Odysseus smirked.

"Oh no. By the time I'm through with you, you're gonna wish I stabbed you instead," he said matter of factly.

Poseidon sneered, lurching forward threateningly. "What?"

But before he could say another word, the King of Ithica was straddling his hips, shoving his back against the rocks. He blinked in shock, at a complete loss for words.

"Cruelty comes in all shapes and sizes," Odysseus said, cracking his knuckles for emphasis. "Even ones you don't expect," he went on to crack his neck, rolling his shoulders just to drag out the anticipation.

Poseidon could've thrown him off, but he was curious where the mortal was going with this.

"Do your worst."

"I intend to."

Poseidon would swear he only screamed so loud because he was caught off guard. I mean, really, who in their right mind would try and tickle a God at a time like this? Who would even think of that?

Odysseus of Ithica, that's who. Because of course he would.

Odysseus dug into his sides, scribbling over bare skin made slick from the rain. Poseidon reacted immediately, folding in on himself with a bark of laughter as he scrambled to shove the offending hands away.

"Whahahat do you thihink you're dohohoing?" he demanded, growling through his laughter. Odysseus snorted in amusement, pinching up and down his sides.

"Thought it would be obvious," he taunted, flashing a sadistic grin. Poseidon managed to roll his eyes in annoyance, prompting Odysseus to claw at his stomach.

"Y-you ahaharrogant bastahard! I ohohorder you to-"

"Yeah, I'm gonna stop you right there," he cut him off. "You're not the one in control anymore. I am."

Poseidon leveled him with a harsh glare, determined to prove him wrong. "Like hehehell you ahare!"

Odysseus shrugged, sporting a sly, malicious grin. "Agree to disagree."

Poseidon's annoyed scoffed morphed into a snort as he kneaded his lower stomach, right above his waistline. His eyes flew wide open in embarrassment, and he slapped a hand over his mouth to muffle the sounds escaping.

"That was a fun noise," he goaded, wiggling a finger in his bellybutton. "Let's hear it again, shall we?" Poseidon shook his head, ready to throw him into the ocean, but much to his dismay, a shrill screech pierced the air instead.

"Close, but I think it was more like this!" Odysseus demonstrated by squeezing his hips. Poseidon bucked and screamed through hysterical laughter. He tried his best to block the offending hands, but the King of Ithica was annoyingly fast for a mortal.

"Ohoho just shut up ahahalready!" he growled in response. That bastard had the gall to chuckle at him.

"Why should I?"

"I-I'll kihihill you!" But the force of his laughter severely negated the threat.

"Not a very convincing argument there, giggles."

"What dihihid you just cahall mehehe?" Poseidon growled through growing hysterics.

"Giggles!" he repeated proudly. To prove his point, he reached up to flutter against Poseidon's fin-like ears.

"Ihihi do nohohot giggle!" he denied through a particularly bubbly bout of giggles.

"Pft, yeah, keep telling yourself that, it won't make it true," he continued to taunt. Poseidon managed to roll his eyes. "Ihif you dohohon’t just shut up-!" he sassed, cutting himself off with a gasp. Odysseus arched a brow and began kneading his hips. He threw his head back in hysterics, bucking like a wild horse.

"Oh yeah? You’ll what?" Odysseus growled threateningly, trailing off. Poseidon sneered and reeled back, ready to slap him, to grab his hands, to throw him off, to do anything to stop what was happening. And then Odysseus grabbed his wrist and pinned his arm above his head.

They locked eyes and Poseidon shook his head, frantically tugging at his arm. How the hell was he so strong? He was a mortal for crying out loud! So what the fuck was going on? Then again, he supposed he wasn't putting up much of a fight, the way he was cackling and flopping around like a fish out of water.

The irony was not lost on him.

It didn't take long for Odysseus to wrestle his other arm into place. He held down both of Poseidon's wrists as he reached off to the side.

He had grabbed Poseidon's own trident, holding it high above him so the light could glint off of it perfectly. Each prong was sharpened to a point, and aimed right at him.

"Hold still, yeah? Unless you want to get stabbed," Odysseus chuckled at his own joke. Poseidon remained speechless as his brain struggled to catch up with itself. He heard a loud metal shing followed by the sound of crumbling rock, and suddenly he could move his arms.

He couldn't move his arms!

He tugged and yanked frantically, but his trident held firm. Each wrist rested in the space between prongs, but there wasn't enough room to slip free.

"That's more like it," Odysseus examined his handiwork, making sure the trident wouldn't budge.

"Are you out of your mind! Let me go!" His entire body grew tense when he felt hands rest atop his ribcage.

"You're a God, it shouldn't be that hard to escape if you really want to," he noted in a condescending tone. Poseidon glared up at him, arms straining as he tugged futilely.

"Just what are you implying?" he hissed through clenched teeth. Odysseus grinned wider.

"Oh I'm not implying anything." He curled his fingers ever so slightly, just barely pressing into the skin. Poseidon gasped and arched his back, desperately fighting off a growing smile.

"You insolehent prihihihick! Stohohop thihis at once!" he demanded through deep hysterics as Odysseus clawed at his ribs.

"That depends. You gonna call off that storm?" Odysseus asked, wiggling his fingers faster as he spoke, making it impossible for Poseidon to answer.

He shook his head and choked out, "N-nehehever!" Odysseus shrugged, not an ounce of sympathy to be found.

"In that case, I guess I'll never stop."

"You thihihink this ihis funny?" he sounded significantly less threatening than he had hoped.

"Hilarious, actually," Odysseus deadpanned, scribbling between each rib, inching closer to his gills with each passing second. Poseidon's laughter rose in pitch, and he struggled with renewed intensity. Odysseus smirked down at him.

"Aw, what's the matter? Is this a bad spot?" he asked, running his thumbs along his bottom gill.

Poseidon snorted, arms straining where they were pinned. His cheeks were flushed, long dark hair fanned out around him like rolling waves.

"Noho, please! Not there!" he begged, a forced grin splitting his face in two as he spoke.

"Oh, have you changed your mind?" Odysseus asked, cocking his head innocently. But his hands hovered above Poseidon's gills, wiggling just above the skin.

He sucked in a breath, leaning as far away as he could. "No-" he barely choked out the single word before he was lost to bubbly hysterics. Odysseus traced along the edge of each gill slowly, watching his reactions with a close eye.

Poseidon snorted and squirmed from side to side, lips twitching into a giddy, nervous smile.

"In that case, I think I'll stay right here." Poseidon's eyes widened in something akin to fear.

"Wait, don't!" he protested, arching his back with a giggly snort when Odysseus traced along both sides. He only had to use one finger to get him squirming and choking back laughter. Poseidon bit his lip, but sputtering giggles and shrieks still managed to slip out. "Stohohop!"

"Don't stop? Wasn't planning to, but whatever you say! Gotta give the God what he wants," Odysseus taunted. Poseidon shook his head, a blush quickly spreading across his cheeks.

"You knohohow dahamn well thahahat's not what I meheheant!" he argued. His laughter was uncharacteristically high pitched as he teased his gills, and Odysseus was eager to see what other noises this spot would produce.

"Mmm, actually, I don't," Odysseus corrected with a casual shrug and a shit eating grin. He jumped to the next gill, wiggling a finger just barely underneath the edge. Poseidon snorted and gasped, arching his back as he clenched his jaw. And yet, his laughter persisted.

It was much more shrill than what Odysseus was expecting, but he supposed that was because of where he was targeting. He made sure to be careful around the gills, keeping his touch light and fluttery. You'd think the lighter tickling was worse from the way he was acting. Odysseus considered the thought, watching the way the God writhed and giggled beneath him.

"Come on, it can't be that bad. I'm barely even touching you!" he noted smugly, ghosting his fingertips along his ribs and gills. Poseidon threw his head back and let out a wheezing laugh.

"Ihit's fucking ahahawful!" he screamed, sounding less angry than he intended, and more desperate than he cared to admit. But as humiliating and degrading as this all was, there was a small part of him that was grateful he wasn't enduring real torture. If the King of Ithica was crazy enough to pull a stunt like this, then there's no telling what he's capable of.

He would count his blessings where he could.

He was pulled from his spiraling thoughts when he heard Odysseus chuckle. "That's over dramatic, don't you agree?" he asked, tracing the rim of his gills at an agonizingly slow rate.

"Nooo!" Poseidon denied, but Odysseus was unsure if he was answering the question, or protesting as the tickling began to speed up. He twisted side to side, unable to dislodge the hands exploring his ribs. He snorted and kicked frantically when a finger hesitantly wiggled underneath a gill.

"FUCK, dohohon't you dahare! I will kihihill you!" Poseidon threatened through breathless snickers. Odysseus cocked his head, sporting a sinister smirk.

He leaned down, invading the God's personal space until their noses were almost touching. "I don't think you will." Poseidon sneered up at him until it was forcibly replaced by a bright smile.

"You cocky little-" his words were cut off by a squeal that gave way to breathless cackles. Poseidon thrashed and tugged on his arms, but his trident held firm against the rocks. Odysseus fluttered his fingers on the inside of the gills, just barely reaching in.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" Odysseus taunted, cupping an ear with one hand.

"NOHOHOT THEHERE! PLEHEHEASE!" he begged, snorting and wheezing in between bouts of hysterics.

"Wow, you do have manners," Odysseus feigned surprise. He decided to cut him some slack and switch to a new spot. After all, this was pretty fun, and Odysseus didn't want him to tap out too soon. He was thoroughly enjoying every second of his well earned revenge... And the power trip he got from it wasn't half bad either.

Poseidon cackled and swore under his breath as he continued teasing the inside of his gills. His laughter began to sound as though he were screaming underwater, frantic giggles gurgling in the back of his throat as he tried to shove them back down. Odysseus had never heard such a laugh, and took it as a sign to slow down.

"You’re starting to sound a little desperate there, so I guess you deserve a break. Besides, we still have other places to explore..." he trailed off as he rested his hands on his biceps. He lightly pressed into the flesh, watching carefully as Poseidon's breath hitched. He drug his hands down until he reached his bare pits.

"There is no we," he snapped through clenched teeth.

"I don't know, I'd say we're pretty close," he said, just to get under Poseidon's skin. It seemed to work, as he scoffed and glared up at him. "What do you think?" he prompted, cocking his head to the side.

"I thihink you're fucking crahahazy," Poseidon answered as his lingering chuckles faded. Odysseus seemed to soften at those words, placing a hand over his heart as they locked eyes.

"Aw, that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me."

Poseidon rolled his eyes. "Of course you'd take that as a compliment."

"Y'know, I liked you a lot better when you can barely speak," Odysseus snarked. He didn't give the God a chance to answer before he dug back in, clawing at his exposed pits. Poseidon practically screamed, thrashing around on the rocks as he tugged and twisted his arms in a futile attempt to free himself.

"That's more like it!" Odysseus cheered, raking blunt nails down the center of his hollows. He snorted and cursed at the sharp ticklish sensation.

"Nohoho ihit's nohohot!" he argued. Odysseus arched a brow.

"You just like arguing for the sake of it, don't you?" he asked, not afraid to call him out.

"Ohoho lihike you dohohon't!" Poseidon taunted back through his giggles.

"Yeah, but you're a God. Aren't you supposed to be above shit like that?" he reasoned.

"Absolutely not!" he growled in frustration. Who was he to tell him how a God should act?

"Oh, sorry, my mistake," Odysseus faked an apology, not once slowing his movements.

"Quit beheheing such aha smart ahahass!" Poseidon demanded. He continued to thrash and kick about, the sea surrounding them churning and sloshing. The choppy waves rose and fell in time with Poseidon's bellowing voice.

"No thanks, I'm good," he shot back smugly. "Now listen up, I got a question for you." When Poseidon didn't answer, he drilled his thumbs in the center of his pits, drawing devastatingly ticklish circles.

"Whahahat?" he cried out, frustration and desperation mingling. Why couldn't this mortal just shut his fucking mouth for five minutes?

Odysseus leaned in with a sadistic grin as he asked, "So, how does it feel to be helpless?" The question caught Poseidon off guard, nearly choking on his own laughter. "How's it feel knowing you can't escape?"

"Thahat's m-mighty presumptuous ohohof you," he challenged, even as he fought off his mirth.

Odysseus snapped his head down to look at him, eyes wide in shock as a bewildered smile tugged at his lips. "Wait, can you escape?" he asked, genuinely curious now. He'd seen Poseidon move around as if he were water, and for all he knew, maybe he was. Yet his body felt solid and firm beneath his touch.

Odysseus just might be hallucinating, because he could swear Poseidon blushed at the question.

"Ehehenough! You dohohon't thihink I'm tryihihing?" he snapped defensively, tugging on his trapped arms with renewed effort. The truth of the matter was, Poseidon technically could escape if he really tried. But using his powers to slip away so easily just felt wrong. He was a God for crying out loud, he should be able to free himself with his strength alone! And at this point, he was determined to do so.

Odysseus studied him before answering. "I think you could try a little harder," he goaded, skittering his nails over the tense muscles of his arms. Poseidon's voice jumped in pitch, bordering on shrill.

"Ohoho whahat do you knohow ahahanyways?" he challenged through breathless snickers. It was meant as a rhetorical question, really. So why then, did Odysseus feel the need to answer?

"I know you're pretty damn ticklish for a God," he shot back, relishing in the way Poseidon glared at him; cheeks flushed and mouth agape in shock.

"Excuse me?" he choked out, struggling to keep his laughter contained. Even in his delirious state, he had to admire the sheer audacity.

"You're excused," Odysseus chuckled at his own joke, smirking at the way Poseidon rolled his eyes.

"You're really not ahas funny as you thihihink," he managed to complain with minimal chuckles.

Odysseus looked down at him, tilting his head to the side with mock innocence. "Really? Then why're you laughing?" He punctuated the question by fluttering his fingers behind his ears.

Poseidon shook his head, scrunching his neck as real, honest to the Gods giggles spilled past his lips.

"Oops, my mistake. Why are you giggling?" Odysseus "corrected" himself, sporting a sly grin.

"Ihihi aham nohohot!" he insisted, despite the bubbly laughter lacing his words.

"Denial looks good on you," he quipped back, tracing along the edges of his ear fins. Poseidon's eyes flew wide open as a dark blush spread across his cheeks.

"Ihihit does nohohot!" he argued, trying his best to sound intimidating. Apparently it didn't work as intended, seeing as Odysseus was cooing at him.

"Sure, keep telling yourself that," he goaded, gently pinching his ear, just to hear him shriek. Poseidon flinched away from the touch with a snort.

"Aw, you must be really ticklish here," he added with amusement. Poseidon shook his head frantically, bubbly giggles gurgling in the back of his throat. Odysseus now realized that his laughter just sounded like that. How cute.

"Nohoho! S-stohohop!" he pleaded. The light, teasing touch was downright maddening, and he couldn't take the relentless teasing.

"No thanks, I'm good," Odysseus casually shrugged him off. He scratched blunt nails against the thin skin of his fins, drawing out the most endearing snickers.

"Why you little- wait, dohohon't!" he protested when he saw a mischievous smirk flash across the mortal's face. But there was nothing he could do to stop him when hands latched onto his hips. He bucked like a wild horse, head thrown back as booming cackles escaped him.

"Don't what?"

"Your stupid trihihicks won't work ohon mehehe!" he yelled, thrashing from side to side in an attempt to dislodge the torturous hands squeezing his hips.

Odysseus heaved a sigh and shrugged, "Oh well, it was worth a shot." He moved down to knead his thighs, flinching at the scream that filled the air. He pulled back to cover his ears, allowing Poseidon a moment to catch his breath.

"Oho fuck you, I'm not being that loud!" he snapped defensively. Odysseus opened his mouth to answer, but before he could speak, the sky lit up with a web of lighting as thunder roared overhead. Poseidon gawked up at the sky, a dark blue blush spreading across his cheeks as Odysseus doubled over in laughter.

"I think your brother would beg to differ!" he cheered mockingly, poking all over his belly. Poseidon snorted and curled in on himself, but no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't escape the unbearable feeling of fingers on his skin.

"Just shut thehe fuck up! I'll kihihill both of you!" he threatened. Odysseus rolled his eyes as another clap of thunder sounded above, mocking him. This couldn't possibly get any worse.

"I really don't think you could kill anyone right now," he taunted, squeezing down his thighs until he got to his knees, and a loud snort slipped out. He stayed there for a few agonizing seconds before turning around, straddling his legs. And that could only mean one thing.

"Wait! Nohoho!" he shrieked as Odysseus scraped his blunt nails down his soles. He scrunched his feet and kicked as much as he could, but his legs were pinned fairly well, and he was weak from laughter.

"Aw, you have webbing between your toes! That's honestly pretty adorable," he taunted with a fond smile.

"Wha- no it's not!" Poseidon sputtered, fighting off a blush and doing a rather poor job. "I live in the water, what the fuck did you expect?"

"Y’know what? I don't like your tone," Odysseus said, scribbling along his arches. He let out a giggly yelp, jerking beneath the touch.

"Ohoho fuck you! Just lehehet me gohoho!"

"I'll stop whenever you want, just call off the storm!" he insisted in a snide, taunting tone.

"I-I cahahan't!" Poseidon lied as he desperately tried to think of any other way out of the mess he'd gotten himself into.

"We'll see about that," Odysseus called his bluff, glaring down at him with playful malice. He held down his ankles and grabbed his toes, stretching them back. He began furiously scribbling the webbing between his toes, and the reaction was immediate.

Poseidon kicked his trapped legs, scrunching his toes as much as he could. Bubbly giggles and shrieks escaped him as Odysseus continued to rub the thin webbing. His nose was scrunched adorably as he snorted and shook his head frantically.

"Stohohop!" he pleaded once more, but Odysseus wasn't so eager to let him off the hook. At least, not yet.

"You didn't stop when I begged you, so why should I?" he justified the prolonged cruelty.

"Behehecause I fucking sahahay sohoho!" he ordered in between helpless snickers.

That was the last straw. Poseidon was going to cave, one way or another; Odysseus would make sure of it.

He spun around suddenly, vengeance flashing in his eyes. "You still think you're in control?" he challenged, digging into his gills without warning. Poseidon was caught off guard by the change of spots, screaming and wheezing through hysterics.

"NOHOHO! Y-YOU MOHOHONSTER!" he wailed at the top of his lungs. He arched his back, struggling to free himself. He threw his head back in frustration, cackles flowing freely from his smiling mouth.

Odysseus scoffed at the insult and rolled his eyes. "A tickle monster, maybe," he agreed with a snide chuckle. "But didn't you say that ruthlessness is mercy upon our-"

"Ahalrihihight! Plehehease!" he begged, finally admitting defeat. As much as it pains him to say it, he just couldn’t take any more.

Odysseus wore a satisfied grin as he stared down at him. He leaned in to whisper in his ear, “Now was that so hard?” Poseidon rolled his eyes, a fading blush still dusting his cheeks.

“Incredibly so,” he deadpanned. With a heavy sigh and a wave of his trapped hand, the raging ocean calmed. “There you go, you crazy bastard,” he huffed, sounding almost fond.

“Thank you, that’s all I wanted,” Odysseus said, releasing the tension in his shoulders as he stared at the distant shore. “No hard feelings?” he asked, holding his hand out in a show of truce, forgetting for a moment that the God’s hands were still trapped.

In his deliriously giddy state, Poseidon had forgotten he was supposed to be trapped as he begrudgingly shook the mortal’s hand. He shifted form and slipped past the metal prongs on his trident, flowing into his full height as he stood on the rocks.

Odysseus was frozen in shock, looking between Poseidon and his trident.

“So you could get out the whole time?”

Poseidon’s smirk dropped as he realized the mistake he made. “Wait-” he tried to backtrack.

“And you were just letting it happen!” Odysseus added with a mocking smile, taking one last opportunity to tease him.

“Watch it, I can bring back the storm whenever I like!” he threatened, but it wasn’t nearly as scary as it should’ve been. “But I wasn’t going to resort to cheating in order to beat you,” he justified. Odysseus snorted in amusement, arching a brow skeptically.

“Cheating?” he repeated, making Poseidon scoff and drench him with a wave from behind. “Hey!”

“Using my powers to escape so easily would’ve just been cowardly and unfair,” he justified, because that’s totally the only reason…

“Yeah, cause you looked so brave giggling yourself silly,” Odysseus couldn’t help but taunt, enjoying the choked sputtering the comment earned.

“Whatever, it was getting loose. I would’ve broke free any second.”

“Oh? Is that why you tapped out?” he goaded further, still riding high off of the power trip. Poseidon weighed his options, but decided it wasn’t worth it.

“You’ve wasted enough of my time already. You’re lucky I have places to be,” he said, turning towards the water without another word.

“See ya later,” Odysseus called after him with a small wave. Poseidon froze in his tracks, looking back over his shoulder to glare at him.

“No you won’t,” he corrected harshly, flashing a small grin his way before melting into the waves, leaving Odysseus alone.

“Yeah I will,” he said to himself, smiling out at the calm sea.

[burningcheese-merchant]

How on earthbread do you ship BurningCheese. Im gonna try to not judge you. This is 80% a non-rethorical question. like genuinely how do you ship them?? /lh

I was wondering when someone would come ask me this lol. It's ok though, you can be honest, I can feel you narrowing your eyes at me through the screen 👀

I could honestly go on for a REALLY long time about why I ship BurningCheese/GoldenSpice. But I'll try to distill/narrow down my thoughts the best I can so my answer isn't longer than the Bible

I adore the enemies to lovers trope and hero/villain pairings in general. I did long before Cookie Run and I will long afterwards

I like how they complement and contrast against each other, aesthetically + personality-wise + backstory-wise

I love how they interact with each other. I love how they talk and snipe at each other. Golden Cheese's frustrated yet unyielding confidence and wit VS Burning Spice's brash, raucous excitement is fun to see. (The back-and-forth they have during their fight in episode 6 is dangerously close to how I've written them in my fics, even before the episode came out. So technically, in a way, my fics have been canonized lol)

It's fun imagining them together in different ways. A one-sided crush/obsession on Burning Spice's part is fun in a dark way (my Yandere Spice). So is a mutual love and respect between them. Main canon for me is a slow burn romance and a slow redemption arc for Spice alongside it. I also have an AU where Golden corrupts and becomes a Beast herself, and they become an evil villain couple. I have another where Spice doesn't get better and Golden doesn't get worse, they just have the standard forbidden love affair that they hide from the world (the latter out of fear of judgement, the former just so no one can try to keep them apart). I've got a million story ideas with them. You can do all sorts of things with them imo. And I think it works because of how they bounce off of each other. Put them in different situations and see how their relationship changes/adjusts/adapts, see if love can exist and how

I like their size difference. Spice is significantly taller and wider than Golden and it's really funny to see lol

The way they and their relationship/dynamic parallel actual Egyptian and Indian mythology (the latter in particular) is absolutely unreal

Not kidding, I can go on about the symbolism and allusions and references forever. I could write an actual paper on it. How can a ship go THIS hard

Come on, don't act like they wouldn't give each other a fantastic time in bed lmao

They follow each other around in my kingdom almost 24/7. Literally every single time I log in they're next to each other or one is trailing behind the other while they walk somewhere. If they want to be together that badly, I'm not going to stop them

They are literally the cycle of life and death, they have the single most important connection of all the Beasts and Ancients, one simply cannot go on without the other for together they make up the foundation of the goddamn cosmos

It actually all started with me and someone irl joking about Burning Spice having a stalker crush when the very first trailer came out. Then I went "haha that could be a funny fic". Then I wrote it and went "wait this is an interesting idea". Then episode 5 came out and I went "wait wtf does he actually want her??? He's acting like he does in my fic!!!" Then I wrote more and got even more attached to the one-sided attraction dynamic. Then I started imagining them in an actual, normal relationship and how that might pan out. Then I started writing stuff for/about that and I got extremely attached to that. Now they have a fully fleshed out relationship and they're married and have two kids, and I have a billion side stories and AUs, and any other ship involving either of them viscerally repulses me. I unironically memed too close to the sun and immediately fell straight down into BurningCheese hell (but it's ok, I like it here and I don't plan on leaving ever)

I can and I want to and no one can stop me

I still wrote a Bible, didn't I lol. BurningCheese/GoldenSpice is perfect in every way, they are my ride-or-die and you can pry the ship from my cold, dead hands. The end, roll credits

[pseudophan]

guys i'm gonna be honest there was no way we weren't gonna drop down on the ship list this week, i'm actually pleasantly surprised we're on it at all. you gotta remember a lot of what drives a tag to the top are notes, as there tends to be more of those than individual posts, and famously there's been tags shooting up to number one just because One Post got like 100k notes in a week. my point being that since dan and phil only uploaded once last week there were less posts about new content which is what gets the most engagement by far so ofc we weren't going to climb the ranks

but that's all good! i think the overall goal here should be keeping it on the list rather than necessarily aiming for the top spot every week (though if we did get #1 once, against all odds, that would be hype as fuck). like i've said before it's not that we don't have enough people or posts to make it, you can see that by the dan and phil tag easily making the web stuff list, it's literally just been that people stopped tagging phan out of shame andddd i think now that people have, forcibly, gotten over that i think as long as we just keep using the phan tag in addition to the dan and phil one then we'll be golden. and the second dnp do something fucking insane again we're definitely climbing into the top 10 lmao

lets go team, rpf forever

[thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels]

Please save me from this light of mine (please stay with me in the dark)

Your small hands in the palm of mine - series masterlist here

pairing: gojo satoru x reader x geto suguru (gender neutral, no use of y/n)

length: 1.6k

genre: lil angsty

warnings: this is the beginning of the spiral into insanity lmao but I promise we are doing the happy timeline here ok this is not going to follow canon, lil angsty here but y'all know I would never leave you with heartbreak forever <3

a/n: I think this is about uuuh cutting the ppl you love with your sharp edges :( so anyway

There's a heaviness in the air, the humidity weighing on you as the summer sun beats down. Laying in the grass, feeling your chest heave as you try to catch your breath and your clothes stick to your sweat-slicked skin, you feel almost - almost at your limit. Not quite, though. Not until -

A shadow passes over you, blocking out the scorching heat of the sun, and when you open your eyes, you're met with Suguru's concerned face, his hand stuffed in the pockets of his school uniform.

"Aw, you're blocking the light," you sigh, but there's a fatigue in your voice that just causes his brows to bunch further together. He moves anyway, though, choosing instead to sit next to you and stare down at your figure. Not that you'd notice, your eyes fluttering shut again to ward off the bright sunlight.

"Think you've had more than enough sunlight today," he answers easily, eyeing your figure. Your breath has started to calm, your chest rising and falling a bit slower. "And more than enough practicing. How long have you been out here?"

"Not that long," you respond, shrugging as best you can with your hands interlocked behind your head, cushioning you as the grass sways around you. The breeze is welcome- a cool, sweet reverie until you're interrupted again.

"Aw, now don't go lying to us," Satoru says, being the one to tower over you this time. You open your eyes again to squint up, glaring at him as he grins down at you for a moment before planting himself on the other side of you. "You left this morning. The sun's gonna go down soon."

"We're in school," you huff, stubbornly keeping your eyes closed. "We're training. Are we not here to get better? Are you two not?"

"Of course we are," Suguru sighs, and you open your eyes to look up at him. The sun is getting lower on the horizon, the day's light soon to fade along with it. "But we're not here to get ourselves killed. That's what you'll do if you keep going on like this." You scoff at Suguru's words, sitting up to look at him crossly.

"I know what I'm doing - and I know my limits. You don't need to know them for me."

"We're just worried about you, we - hey, we care about you," Satoru begins, but you're already hauling yourself to your feet, determined to end the conversation before it's even really begun. You sway a bit as you stand, and the two of them shoot to their feet on either side of you, hands outstretched. As if they'd need to catch you - as if you'd ever let yourself fall. 

"I thought you wanted to be the best, Satoru," you challenge him, your eyes narrowing. He opens his mouth to respond, a surprised pain flashing through his eyes as you keep going before he can speak. "At this rate, it won't take long for me to surpass you."

Neither of them stop you this time when you walk away.

Neither of them come to see you in your dorm later, either - something that causes your heart to stutter in your chest as you lean against your windowsill, staring up at the night sky and the pale, waning moon. You turn over, in your head, what the other two had been saying to you earlier, the hurt in Satoru's eyes and the way Suguru's hand had stayed outstretched, reaching towards you as you walked away You play it over and over in your mind, something worrying gnawing at you when you think of it. 

You scoff angrily, letting your head fall forward to rest against the glass of your window. There is a loneliness to this life, you think. And it is made even lonelier by the fact that they haven't seemed to realize that yet. Still, there's a part of you that tugs at your heart, pleads for your feet to move, to carry you down the hall to them. There is a part of your soul that begs for them and you cannot snuff it out.

You can, of course, ignore it. And you do - you always do, digging your heels in and refusing to seek shelter from a storm of your own making.

"Don't you think we should go talk to them," Satoru whines, pouting up at Suguru where he lays sprawled across his bed. He'd ignored Suguru's grumbling about how he has his own dorm room when he came in, making himself comfortable while Suguru had just sighed, shifting to give him more space. Now, he leans forward to pet a hand over Satoru's hair.

"They just need a bit of space tonight, probably. If we crowd them, it might make it worse - you know that," he says softly. Satoru rolls onto his front and buries his face in the blankets.

"I just want to make this better - to help them. They're not alone in this, you know? I don't want…" Suguru sighs and runs his hands up and down Satoru's spine over his shirt.

"I know… I know. I don't want them to feel alone, either. They don't have to do this alone. But… you and I knowing that isn't the same as them knowing, yea?"

"I know," Satoru grumbles, rolling over once more to look up at Suguru where he's sitting up. Satoru reaches up to brush a strand of hair behind Suguru's ear, smoothing over his cheek with his thumb on the way back. "I just wish it was easier to make them understand that."

"It'll come… with time," Suguru says sweetly, catching Satoru's hand with his own to press a kiss to his palm. "We just have to be patient for now."

Suguru thinks, as he watches Satoru, that he may have been wrong on that front. Satoru's talking to you about his techniques, about pushing them and expanding them and making them more powerful - the constant drive for more, more, more. You, for what it's worth, look a bit hesitant about the whole thing.

"Isn't that a bit much, Toru?" You ask, crossing your arms over your chest. He scoffs, waving your concern away.

"You were the one who kept saying it," Satoru points out. "You were the one who told me to catch up." You bristle at his words.

"I didn't mean it like this," you say stubbornly. Satoru pays it no mind, laughing and bumping you with his shoulder.

"You should be nicer, then," he points out. From where Suguru's sitting in the shade, away from the two of you, he can see the way you flinch at that, the way Satoru's words hurt you. But Satoru's already walking away, leaving you to stare after him, blinking in bemusement and something that looks suspiciously like regret. 

By the time he's gone, you're stomping over to Suguru to sit next to him, your arms crossed and a frown tugging at your lips. Suguru reaches over to smooth his thumb over your brow gently, a silent reminder for you to relax.

"Is that my fault, do you think?" You ask quietly. Suguru drops his hand to your knee, squeezing reassuringly. 

"It was bound to happen," he says kindly. You're not sure you deserve it. "Satoru's… well, he was always going to be the best, one day." You frown at Suguru's words, a furrow appearing again between your brows as you look up at the sky.

"I thought that was going to be me… before I met him." Suguru hums at your confession, unsurprised.

"Does it have to be one of you?" He asks, and if there's a fatigue seeping into his voice, if there's a slouch to his shoulders, you don't notice it.

"Doesn't it?" You press. Your hands ball into fists. "Satoru's scared of it - I know he is. He's got this fear in him and it's making him desperate." Suguru knows what you're talking about. He's seen the fear in Satoru - the fear that he isn't really the best, that he never will be, that he'll always still be beaten.

"And you?" Suguru presses, a sigh leaving him. It's heavy - this weight on his shoulders. He's not sure where it came from or when it got there, this creeping sort of ache that bears down on him. But it's here, nonetheless, and he's not sure he'd holding it up as well as he should be.

He's also not sure he really hears your answer to his question - something about how you've just got a better handle on it all compared to Satoru - how you're surely doing it all right and don't need the help that Satoru needs. Suguru doesn't mention that he's pretty sure Satoru feels the same - that you need help and he doesn't. You don't think to say that you're both thinking it about him, too - that Suguru is the one who needs an outstretched hand.

Either way, Suguru can't quite make himself believe you, not as the weariness of it all begins to collapse on him, the sun beating down just beyond this patch of shade he calls his own, the cicadas droning loud enough that he finds he can't hear himself think anymore. You're sitting right next to him, he supposes, but you feel out of reach, somehow. And Satoru? Well, he's nowhere in sight anymore.

Suguru wonders when he became so alone - thinks of it while you sigh and rest your forehead on his shoulder. He wonders when it all began to go so wrong.

[sarafinamk]

Fallen Angel (Reader Insert) Incorrect Quotes Part 3

The Smiling Critters Space Riders Au and the character "Z" belongs to @onyxonline

If you haven't checked out the Fallen Angel (Reader Insert) series, you can check it out here. The reader will be referred to as both (Y/n) and Archangel. Enjoy!

Warning: Cursing

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Bobby: Don't break someone's heart, they only have one.

Archangel: Break one of their bones instead, they have 206 of them.

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Crafty: Do you guys ever have a civilized conversation that doesn't require insulting each other every time you get a chance?

Z: No.

Archangel: No.

Crafty: Didn't think so.

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Archangel: I've invited you here because I crave the deadliest game...

Hoppy, nodding: Knife Monopoly.

Archangel: I was actually going to play Russian Roulette, but now I'm really interested in whatever knife Monopoly is.

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Archangel: I found a note in one of my old logs that said Note to self: Get revenge on Captain Dogday.

Archangel: Except I couldn't remember what I was supposed to get revenge for.

Archangel: But I trusted my own judgment, so I went with it.

Dogday: Hmm... I don't know what you were supposed to get revenge for, either.

Archangel: I can only assume you got what was coming to you. Not 100 percent sure, though.

Dogday: Well, whatever I did, I guess I deserved it.

Archangel: Let that possibly be a lesson to you.

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Archangel: The only thing keeping me from running away and hiding from society for the rest of my life is spite. I could disappear forever, but there are some bitches whose downfalls I have yet to witness, and I wanna be around when that happens.

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Poppy: Your archangel was in a fight.

Dogday: Oh no, that's terrible!

Catnap: Did they win?

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Dogday: Did Z just tell me he loved me for the first time?

Archangel: Yeah, he did.

Dogday: And did I just do finger guns back?

Archangel: Yeah, you did.

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Archangel, watching Hoppy do something stupid: Kickin, you're officially only the second highest risk here...

Kickin: Hell yeah! I'm gonna-

Archangel: Don't finish that sentence, you'll move back up.

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Archangel: How do ethical philosophers feel about murder?

Bubba: Well, it's frowned upon.

Archangel: Okay, but what if the reason you want to murder someone is to make your life easier?

Archangel: That's okay, right?

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Bobby: And now for a gay update with Captain Dogday and Z.

Dogday: Getting gayer.

Bobby: Thank you, Captain.

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Bubba to Archangel: We call that a traumatic experience.

Bubba, turning to Catnap: Not a "bruh moment."

Bubba, turning to Kickin: Not "sadge."

Bubba, turning to Hoppy: And DEFINITELY not an "oof LMAO."

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Archangel: Why do you look like that, Captain?

Dogday, laying face-first on the floor: Like what?

Archangel: Like you're dead.

Dogday: It's because I'm dying. Leave me here to perish.

Catnap: Dogday accidentally called Z "babe" in front of everyone today.

Dogday: *sobs into the floor*

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Archangel: What's this?

Bobby, hugging Archangel: Affection!

Archangel: Disgusting.

Archangel:... Do it again.

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Kickin: You know, (Y/n), when you generalize, you tell general... lies.

Archangel: ...

Archangel: Are you trying to teach me moral lessons through puns?

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*One of the many, MANY fights before the events of Fallen Angel*

Dogday: You tricked me!

Archangel: I deceived you. 'Trick' makes it sound like we have a friendly relationship.

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Archangel: Here's a fun Christmas idea. We hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to FIGHT whoever else is under it.

Dogday: (Y/n), no.

Hoppy and Catnap: Mistlefoe.

Dogday: Please stop encouraging them.

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Archangel: I have a plan.

Dogday: No murder!

Archangel: ...

Dogday: ...

Archangel: I no longer have a plan.

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Archangel: If I die, you can have what little I own.

Bobby: Wait. What do you mean "if" you die?

Archangel: My unending existence is fueled by pure spite, that of which the painful experiences of life have rendered me full.

Bobby:

Bubba, sighing: Let me call your therapist again.

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Archangel: I'm bored, any suggestions?

Catnap: Sleeping is nice.

Archangel: I acknowledge your suggestion, and I'm deciding to ignore it.

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Hoppy: You think you're smarter than everyone else.

Bubba: I don't think I'm smarter than everyone else. I know I am.

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Kickin: So, I MEANT to say: "Oh crap, I left my phone my car," but what I ALMOST said was "Oh no, I left my cone in my phar," and damn, wouldn't that have been embarrassing, but I caught myself, and what I ACTUALLY said was:

Kickin: "Ah, my fart cone."

Kickin: So, anyway...

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Archangel: I know you don't have to listen to me...

Z: Glad we agree on something.

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Dogday: Do you have any skeletons in your closet?

Archangel: You mean literally or figuratively?

Dogday: Honestly, the fact that I have to specify...

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Dogday: (Y/n), I am questioning your sanity...

Hoppy: I never questioned it. I knew their sanity was missing from the start.

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Catnap: Why is Hoppy rolling on the floor laughing? And what happened to Kickin's head?

Archangel, sighing: Kickin was about to hit his head on the door frame, so I told him to duck and he quacked at me.

Archangel: And then he hit his head.

Catnap: *wheezes*

[juhihuji]

I know Nanda's more or less a self-insert for you (at least from what I can infer), but is there specific trivia abt her that'd be cool to know about? Just general OC stuff if you came up with it

ehehehe aw man I'm really tickled someone would be interested enough to ask about her hehehe wow I was noticed.........

hmmm it feels kinda cringy lol cuz Nanda is like an idealized version of myself so talking about her feels like talking about me too!! whatever I guess self shipping is cringy to begin with lmao

unless anyone reading this self ships then actually it's sexy

I'm gonna use this as an opportunity to spew about her HAHA like idk it's more edgy than cool I think gomen I'm hiding my shame under the cut

only the realest clicked keep reading ✽ hmm well I made her just to ship with Hiruma so idk he's really important to her story lol ✿ she became a boxer after being inspired by him and by seeing another boxer ✽ she's a bit of a sadomasochist and it was awakened by seeing Hiruma get tackled lol😭 ✿ erm she's the bravest and coolest ✽ well she doesn't feel fear or shame lol...I guess early on my feelings for Hiruma were sort of fear aligned...I feel like a very cowardly person irl so I made Nanda not fear anything cuz if she was as shy as me she would probably never interact with Hiruma lol...but also she never runs from a fight!!! I just wanted to imagine an idealized fantasy world where anxiety never stops me from doing the things I want lmao for those reasons she's a lot genkier than I am too lol she's just super stoked forever ✿ her enjoyment of pain and her lack of a reflex to hesitate or pull away from things that are painful makes her the type of fighter that's bad at defending lol 😭even if it's a lot of fun for her she probably lets herself get beat up worse than she should...but I would say she has a high pain tolerance ✽ I imagine instead of dedicating all her time and effort into learning how to draw she put it into boxing lol so she's as good at boxing as I am at drawing....idk she boxes for fun mostly, until Hiruma influences her to focus on technique and try being competitive ✿ Nanda has a few different looks for the ring lol she's like a dressup doll for me

(her first robe was a Christmas present from Hiruma...) ✿ lately I got a bit into arts and crafts outside of just drawing and I've decided Nanda is better at crafts and sculpting but not so good at drawing lol here's some of the stuff I made :•3

Nanda collects Hiruma's chewed gum and wrappers and makes things out of them...she sculpts busts of his head out of his chewed gum (like in the pic but gummier and hairier) lmao idk is it obvious I'm just channeling my obsession with him through her 😭 ✽ I think later she would learn metal fabrication and welding...the types of things she can make are bigger and more elaborate than what I can do but they're just as janky and handmade feeling lol... ✿ I imagined Nanda volunteering her labor to Hiruma too...like an elective slave 😭I hate myself lol idk she does errands and tasks for him and sometimes he takes her to do bad things with...sometimes he'll send her on dates with strange men to get things from them HAHA or stuff like that idk Nanda helps out :•) I just like to imagine them going on silly adventures and maybe doing dangerous things too they're just fun fantasies lmao

I just think they're always up to no good...

(I like to imagine Nanda brings snacks and tries to encourage Hiruma to eat more lol) ✽ umm her parents own a furniture importing company and she did furniture refurbishment work on the side before she got into boxing

sorry for yapping but I hope it satisfied you somewhat lol 😭

[starmocha]

I WAS GOING TO MENTION HIS HANDS IN THE ASK BUT FORGOT

he's a giant. his hands are so big. you can climb that man like you'd climb a tree and I doubt he'd even feel it.

his baby boy literally fiting in the palm of his hand must make him speechless. him being so careful, so cautious, so precise in the way he handles the baby...and, like, he's held babies before but this time it's so different, that's his baby, he's this baby's father.

and I keep thinking back to the first chapter of the conception fic and how much he wanted this baby with the woman he's loved since forever. keep thinking about the happiness he felt when he saw mc being giddy over that baby girl and the utter joy he must've felt when mc told him she was ready to have kids. the man was so over the moon that he didn't even stop to get some desserts, he went straight home. just recently in the main story we saw him getting cake before putting himself in dangerous situations (talking about the research and not dawnbreaker). he wanted to start trying and he wanted to start now.

and for him to have this tiny little human so safe in arms on father's day 😭😭😭😭😭

lmao poor mc can't catch a break. I can see her freaking out but zayne reassuring her the baby was fine and after soothing her worries, can see them trying to índuce labor with the mild stuff/tricks and then oh dear, look at that, there's only one option to try out now and it's sex lol

btw, you having an epiphany in the middle of the night that snowdrop could be conceived during zayne's birthday is both hilarious and endearing.

i think the entire way every little thing alligned for this entire thing to happen was so cool. it started with those asks you answered, then I think you joked about snowdrop being conceived during a brat taming session and then everybody here was like YES PLS WE AGREE

speaking of hilarious, the comments section under caleb's bday pv was making my day. some girlies were like "but why NO RETURN?" and then another would follow with: "right? I hope nothing bad happens 🙏🏻" until one explained it was because they were crossing a huge line with that kiss and there'd be no going back after that

and I was laughing because we're literally so traumatized by caleb either exploding or injuring himself because he had to forcefully land his spacecraft and by that I mean literally crashing somewhere that the worry about something bad happening to him on his own freaking birthday is surreal 😂😂😂

and now i'm gonna go to bed thinking about zayne, his wolf cut hair and his tiny baby being cradled by him with all the care in the world 🥹🥹🥹

This is the exact level of suffering I've been enduring with imagining Zayne with his brand new baby during his first father's day. Just... the size difference. Brand new baby smell. The newness of everything and processing that he's a father now. And this is his baby.

oh my god why am I so pathetic for a fictional man I call Snookums

LMAOO I PROMISE YOU IDK HOW THAT EPIPHANY HAPPENED 😭😭 but next thing I knew it was almost 3:30am and my phone was in my hands and I was reading articles and posts detailing the perfect period to try for a baby if you want to conceive a child with a specific star sign................................................................. orz orz orz orz orz

The universe wanted this fic and the Snowdrop Universe to happen 😌🫠

[quinngefail]

Just some Saw related ramblings. Not in-universe stuff, but recalling Life Experiences with it lmao

Okay so uh I had known about the way the first movie ended years before I actually watched it. I was very much a case of 'my parents won't let me watch horror movies because I'm too young, but I've been obsessed with horror for as long as I can remember, so I'm gonna go down to the basement where we keep The Scary Movies and just read what's on the DVD cover + get scared by the pictures on them, and then also go on imdb and read the entire plot, spoilers and all'

There were a lot of movies that were like that for me lol. But uh I think as far back as my early teens I knew about the ending sequence specifically with Adam being left to rot in the bathroom and the fucking face he makes as he's screaming for his life and god. That shit still gives me this horrible dread to this day, I fuckin hate it

Genuinely his fate (just looking at the first movie here) is one of my biggest fears lmao. Being permanently trapped in this absolutely hopeless, fucked situation where all you can do is slowly and painfully die just MAKES ME FEEL QUITE SICK TO MY STOMACH, MAN

Another Incident I have with this was like. I was 13-14 or so? And my dad was watching Alien vs. Predator and I was just kinda sat back in the kitchen watching it too. And there's this part where the temple they're in starts shifting and shit, and as a result this guy falls into another section of the place. And all he can do is scream as he's closed into pitch black, and OTHER CHARACTERS WATCH IT HAPPEN AND THEY'RE SCREAMING BACK AT HIM AND REACHING FOR HIM EVEN THOUGH THEY'RE TOO FAR AWAY TO HAVE EVER ACTUALLY GOTTEN HIM OUT OF THERE LIKE. DOG,

I can just so vividly recall myself fuckin sitting there after that little moment happened and like. I was like rooted on the spot just sitting there in horror HRKSLGLKSK..,.., And y’know needless to say it still fucks me up to this day, I got a damn pit of anxiety right now writing this shit up 😩😩😩

Then like at least a year later we had stopped at a Walmart to grab food for a cabin trip, and my dad wanted to get a movie to watch that weekend. And of course he finds AvP and wanted to buy it. But my ass was pulling literally any excuse in the book to dissuade him without having to say THAT MOVIE FUCKED ME UP, DAD. because y’know my epic little 15 year old brain was like THAT WOULD BE EMBARRASSING TO ADMIT. We didn't end up buying it and I was just like I LIVE ANOTHER DAY 🙏

And I also have never done a full rewatch of that movie 😌 which y’know I've heard that I'm not exactly missing much. But it's just like YEA I'M GOOD. 👍 THANKS

So uh. Being forever stuck in a space and slowly dying. Don't like it. Not a fan. Absolutely not

[revalition]

HEY i read your rambles on the authority skilltober drawing and i just wanna say that id love to read your thoughts on authority and volition's dynamic!! if you want to share them obviously lmao

hi anon!!! you sent this in 6 weeks ago, I am so sorry :( hopefully you still see this

I am! extremely excited to dump about these two!! just needed to have the time/energy to and then it took forever hgkjh

it's gonna be long so putting a break here :) but there are quote screenshots *and* doodles under the cut

first off, a bunch of this stuff is in this post about them, this Volition skilltober post, and this Authority skilltober post, but now it's all together. so if you've seen some of this commentary or screenshots before... that's why

so ... going to sort this into canon and headcanons.

CANON:

we get: all volition and authority interactions I can find!

them agreeing:

them disagreeing:

this ones not really agreeing or disagreeing ig:

this one, the authority passive only fires if volition's doesn't. they're covering for eachotherrr.

I ran a very complicated SQL query to find all the instances of them having dialogue right after another, but it doesn't account for when the dialogue is separated by a variable check (eg. the sorry cop dialogue needs to check if you have the sorry cop thought). so I did what anyone would do and spent 3 hours making a far more convoluted query to iterate through the variable chains until they reached another line of dialogue. Which for some reason was a lot more easy in theory than in execution. And every time I messed it up it would sit for like 15 minutes and then bomb my computer with 10 million rows of dialogue. And sure, maybe twice I accidentally made it trace through every single dialogue path possible in the game recursively which. required killing it because it blew up. but it eventually WORKED and that's what matters.

So these quotes! Basically. They agree on stuff plenty, backing eachother up against bad ideas presented by Harry, other skills, or other people. but they also bicker a lot, trying to shut down eachother's ideas. Volition is the voice of reason in a lot of these, mostly just his desire not to die out of sheer willpower, as well as shutting down a few of Authority's more impulsive suggestions. But there is one where Volition disagrees with Authority, telling you to keep pushing on the stickbug issue despite the fact that he's only doing it to be stubborn and is actively making the situation worse... I think Authority helps balance against the extreme stubbornness Volition sometimes takes too far.

Here are a couple of them referring to eachother's specialties...

Authority is also extremely anti narcotics and encourages you to do the right thing (like declining Evrart's bribe) which I'm sure Volition would be happy with, until Authority takes it too far and encourages you to drink and smoke more because it's better than narcotics, and starts encouraging you to basically fabricate situations where you can pretend to be honourable for karma coupons. Which. Sigh.

That's them! They're on the same page and everything is going great right up until it's not.

Also Authority triggers the only instance of healing *all* morale damage in the whole game... :)

Of note is also when Volition *doesn't* chime in. Volition is well aware of the gun idea during the Hardies fail, even before you are, and makes no move to stop it. (Also, the back and forth during that fail when Volition tells you to give the gun back is. hgkh. I can't think of any other instance of Volition trying to override some bad decision and the skill in question talking/fighting back. If it does happen, it must be pretty rare.) He also doesn't stop you during the Authority fail dancing in the church, just urges you to go apologize after the damage is done (despite stopping you from making a racist comment during an encyclopedia fail a different time).

They also do take over for eachother from time to time! Especially with Kim asserting his authority, both of them do it several times. Authority obviously has the eyebrow standoff, but the check to not wipe coal off your face is an Authority check. The check to refuse to drink water after you faint is Volition, as well as Volition will allow you to tell Kim you don't need to be supervised.

HEADCANONS:

YES behold. my headcanons about them.

skill parents... the two of them are the ones all the other skills go to if they need help, or to break up a fight, or to hide from if they're being irresponsible

one sided rivalry!! volition just wants to keep everything together and authority took that personally. he's far more invested in asserting himself over volition than the other way around -- volition just wants authority to listen to him. we've got volition at 10 skill points and authority at 8, and authority is cooperative right up until Harry takes too much morale damage and volition's points dip below authority's, and then all bets are off.

ouh I love these two. when they get along, they work together wonderfully and do a great job running the ship together. and when they don't it turns into a mess! :) they absolutely fight over who has to (or gets to, depending) resolve an issue when something comes up while they're fighting. or will defer to the other one if they're separate (go talk to authority > go ask volition loop)

Authority is like this absolute force of nature that can't stand being told no, or anything or anyone getting in his way, and will use intimidation or force or whatever he has to to get his way. And Volition is this wall of willpower that will completely dig his heels in at the first sign of anyone trying to force him to do something he doesn't want to do, and continue to be unrelentingly stubborn about it until the bitter end. Unstoppable force vs immovable object. Authority's desire to control everything is only matched by Volition's desire for control over himself. Like I am not convinced Volition would be able to put self preservation above his stubbornness. And it's this eternal standoff until something (either of their skill points dropping/raising) changes the playing field. They're awful for each other sometimes but they're the only ones who can balance each other out a bit. I'm so normal about them.

I will say with regards to my morale critical volition, which I have many thoughts about constantly... that authority is so much more attuned to volition's strength relative to his own that he often realizes way before the others that morale is getting low. :) may make some mini comics about them because writing is much more fickle... and I like drawing them.

okay... that's far more than anyone could have possibly wanted about these two idiots, I think. hope u enjoyed anon, ty for asking about them!!!

[ladyimaginarium]

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Justice: This is actually one of my& favorite cards in the tarot. The sign of Libra may be significant, you may have it in your chart placements or in your big four. The number 11 might be of significance. Something could be happening for you on the 11th of this month or it could be your birthday on the 11th of March (& if that's the case happy early birthday !! 🥺💕✨). The Justice card is ruled by Libra. I'm& getting that for some of you, you're gonna need to stop doomscrolling & take some time out if you're able to to relax & I& wholeheartedly mean that (tarot's calling me& out lmao). Please take care of your mental health. You don't need to take the world's burdens on your shoulders. It's okay to cry if you need to. As it's once said in Perkei Avot 2:16 in the Torah, "You are not obligated to complete the work, but neither are you free to abandon it". Interestingly enough, Justice came out in my& last reading & I& still have that same message. Justice will happen, whether that's in your personal life & I'm& getting this will also apply to the global state of affairs. I& don't know what that is, but it could be either big or small scale & I& think this'll differ onto what exactly this is for each of you. I& don't think this applies to most of you, but I'm& getting at least one of you could be involved in legal issues, it's possible that you could be winning that (again I'm& not a legal professional I& don't need to know a backstory or anything!). Regardless, someone (or maybe multiple people) or something is being exposed. Maybe this is someone that did you and/or a loved one wrong & they're getting karma for it. I'm& gonna repeat what I& said last time because it's possibly still relevant to your current situation: learn the truth about others & yourself, speak & know the truth of something before passing a judgement on someone or something, don't believe everything you read & hear (& just as a general psa: STOP GETTING YOUR NEWS FROM TIKTOK & TUMBLR FOR THE LOVE OF G-D I'M& BEGGING YOU). However, on the other hand, if you were the person that harmed someone, this is essentially a warning. You still have a change to change your actions & your ways & your thoughts for a better future for yourself or someone else that you harmed. Whether you accept the advice or not if it resonates is entirely up to you. This reading isn't light compared to previous readings but I'm& a tarot reader that gives you what you Need to hear, not what you Want to hear, those are two very different things and quite frankly I'm& not the type of person to condone someone's bullshit if it applies. With that said, thank you for being here & for existing, and see ya in the next reading!

[pursued-by-the-squid]

finally got around to reading the last part of SWIM and im so excited i have butterflies in my stomach. oh right off the bat we get protective youngil…….YESS. kicking my feet and giggling. “don’t look” ohhhhuugghhhg AND THEN HIS HAND IN YOUR HAIR MY EYES R ROLLING BACK INTO MY HEAD. THE POSSESSION. THE PROTECTIVENESS. and youngil killing someone right in front of you. oh. okay ! :D !!!!!! yumm. “he’ll come back. he always does” okay you two faced mf 😭 and gihun being so jealous he can’t even face you oh im SICK. and the whole feeling violent by the thought of you kissing youngil yummmmmm. also youngil becoming violent as well. oh this is so good. the love triangle trope…it’s never been done this good before!!! i couldn’t help but giggle when daeho came back because…well we’ve all seen s3 lmfao. AND THEN READER TAKES THE AMMO???? OH YOUR MIND. i love how reader has both gihuns and youngils thoughts influencing them. like they’re so attached to both of them for different reasons and yet they can’t pick a side. also the horror reader faces with youngils death oof. im so glad u went with this ending! ofc i got a little spoiler for it, but I can’t wait to see the direction you take it !!!! ahhhhh its just such a well executed concept. you’ve really done is justice :) - a.a (or squidbrainz)

knaefgldahsdfkjhaALKKLJSABFLAJWHDFLKJSDV HELLO BESTIE, WELCOME WELCOME. SEEING YOUR REACTIONS TO THE NEW CHAPTERS IS TRULY WHAT KEEPS ME GOING, I AM SO BLESSED

okay okay, on to the response bc i have so many thoughts about your thoughts skdjfhskajd

okay look i felt like i did such a bad job on certain parts of this chapter, so the fact that you kind of highlighted all the parts i was nervous about is crazy actually. the special game where in-ho goes apeshit?? yeah, i was crazy nervous about that. i seriously thought "oh man this is too corny, they're all gonna laugh at me". but i just wanted protective young-il/freakatron in-ho SO BADLY, i kinda didn't care if it was dumb lmao (plus uh, remember how he got stabbed? yeah that's a secret tool that will help us later 🤫)

“he’ll come back. he always does.” i can't explain why, but this is genuinely one of my favorite lines of dialogue in the whole chapter. possibly the fic. something about how hwang in-ho is forever changed because he knows gi-hun, even if it's in this fic where gi-hun isn't a viable 'love interest' and remains simply an adversary

BUT!!! OH MAN, VIOLENT GI-HUN!!!! i wrote about half of that before s3 premiered and i remember thinking "what if the readers think this is too out of character? i really want to keep this in, it adds so much more depth" and then low and behold, we got:

and i was like "okay bet", let's start sowing those seeds now bitch. get ready for unhinged gi-hun in part 2 !!!!!!!!

okay okay my last thing, i promise to stop yapping now. but the fact that you freely give me such high praise, both in dms and in your reviews 🥺🥺 bestie pls, i'm gonna cry. what do u mean the plot was "well executed". what do u mean you love the way i write the love triangle when that has singlehandedly been my greatest source of stress with this fic???? and ESPECIALLY with you being like, the gi-hun simp of all time, it's so important to me to make sure gi-hun is always done well bc i wanna make you proud and you liked it ????????????? CRAZY

anyways, ily and thank you again for always being here to hype me up. also oblivion is making me insane rn, i need to eat it (it being gi-hun's- 💥🔫)

[sybaritick]

would you like to hear a story about relying on others. this one is about Omii. this was a couple years ago. cw medical stuff/gross

so i'm driving us to visit my grandparents, and it's about 6 hours total up to NJ from where i live. we have about an hour and a half left to go and i start to feel really nauseous, so we stop at a gas station so i can run to the bathroom. while im in the bathroom i realize that im Actually Very Sick and having a bad ibs situation and spend a good 20 minutes shitting my intestines out. i come back out to omii in the car and say i need to wait a few minutes for the symptoms to stop and we can keep going.

of course, 15 minutes later, instead of feeling better i feel much worse. i start having chills (which happens sometimes if im having a bad episode) and have to run back to the bathroom (the mens was occupied so i literally ended up using the womens room lmao). stuck in there for another half hour. i come back out eventually but im still extremely nauseous. i dont know how long it's gonna be until it stops but this is like the worst episode ive had in 6 months or more.

after waiting another little bit for me to stop having chills-- again this is another 15 minutes or so, we've been stuck at a gas station in south jersey for more than an hour-- omii is like, well maybe it's legal for me to drive here and starts looking it up. apparently it's technically legal (with a Dutch driver's license).

so even though omii has NEVER driven in the US or canada before, NEVER driven my car, and it's already completely dark outside and I'm too sick to help, omii manages to drive us all the way to my grandparents place-- about an hour and 20 minutes-- while im slumped over in the passenger seat trying not to vomit. i very barely manage to give some directions. we got there and im ok, i couldnt really eat much the next couple days but i managed to mostly sleep it off and i was fine!

but i was for real saved by them. i will remember that forever. i would have been stuck at that gas station sick as a dog for hours longer without them willing to do something that scary to help me. of course i was reluctant to let them drive when they offered because i knew what a Situation that was. but i let them help me. and i appreciated the help so, so much.

[mysticstarlightduck]

From the secret ask list post:

4) What song describes your OC and their partner/love interest?

Yay!!!! Thanks for the ask!!!!

Let's go with some characters from 'Crash Stardom!' because I feel I should talk more about that WIP lmao, so here we go!!!

WIP Summary for context: Crash Stardom! is a futuristic urban fantasy with a touch of sci-fi, and the story of the book follows Tristan Mallory (20M) the most popular pop singer in the nation, as he tries to escape his creepy agent, Sinclair (45F), and keep his career, along with what is left of his family, from falling apart. When Tristan's younger half-brother, Noah (16M), discovers a dangerous secret society along with the fact that magic exists on Earth, it just had been hidden well, Tristan too ends up caught up in that mess too. Especially when he finds himself falling in love with the bitter yet incredibly attractive hitman hunting the secret society down, Randall Sloanne (21M)

CRASH STARDOM!

Tristan Mallory X Randall Sloanne (true relationship/true love)

Let The World Burn - Chris Gray

I shouldn't have fallen in love Look what it made me become I let you get too close Just to wake up alone And I know you think you can run You're scared to believe I'm the one But I just can't let you go I'd let the world burn Let the world burn for you This is how it always had to end If I can't have you then no one can I'd let it burn I'd let the world burn Just to hear you calling out my name Watching it all go down in flames

Please Please Please - Morgan Clae version

Please please please don't prove I'm right Please please please Don't bring me to tears when I just did my makeup so nice Heartbreak is one thing My egos another I beg you don't embarass me Mother fucker ahhh Please please please Well I have a fun idea babe Maybe just stay inside I know you're craving some fresh air But the ceiling fan is so nice And we could live so happily If no one knows that you're with me I'm just kidding But really Kinda Really

I'll Be There For You - Chase Holfelder version

So no one told you life was gonna be this way Your job's a joke, you're broke Your love life's DOA It's like you're always stuck in second gear When it hasn't been your day, your week, your month Or even your year, but I'll be there for you (When the rain starts to pour) I'll be there for you (Like I've been there before) I'll be there for you ('Cause you're there for me too) You're still in bed at ten And work began at eight You've burned your breakfast So far, things are going great

Derya Muirenn X Noah Mallory

Teenage Dream - Katy Perry

Let's go all the way tonight No regrets, just love We can dance, until we die You and I, will be young forever You make me Feel like I'm livin' a teenage dream The way you turn me on, I can't sleep Let's run away and don't ever look back, don't ever look back My heart stops When you look at me, just one touch Now, baby, I believe this is real So take a chance and don't ever look back, don't ever look back

F*cking Perfect - Pink

Made a wrong turn, once or twice Dug my way out, blood and fire Bad decisions, that's alright Welcome to my silly life Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood Miss knowing it's all good, it didn't slow me down Mistaken, always second guessing, underestimated Look, I'm still around Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel Like you're less than fuckin' perfect Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing You're fuckin' perfect to me You're so mean (you're so mean) When you talk (when you talk) About yourself, you were wrong Change the voices (change the voices) In your head (in your head) Make them like you instead So complicated, look happy, you'll make it Filled with so much hatred, such a tired game It's enough, I've done all I can think of Chased down all my demons, I've seen you do the same, oh

Love Story - Taylor Swift

We were both young when I first saw you I close my eyes and the flashback starts I'm standin' there On a balcony in summer air See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns See you make your way through the crowd And say, "Hello" Little did I know That you were Romeo, you were throwin' pebbles And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet" And I was cryin' on the staircase Beggin' you, "Please don't go, " and I said Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes"

EXTRA (and no this doesn't count as a relationship, it is just coercion, it's a forced transaction that is VERY MUCH toxic as hell, but since it is still at the core of the story's subplots and is one of Tristan's main conflicts, Imma add it lol)

Tristan Mallory X Sinclair Attkens (one sided - Sinclair blackmails Tristan and Tristan wants to protect Noah so he plays along)

Every Breath You Take - Chase Holfelder version

Every breath you take And every move you make Every bond you break Every step you take I'll be watching you Every single day And every word you say Every game you play Every night you stay I'll be watching you Oh, can't you see You belong to me? How my poor heart aches With every step you take? Every move you make And every vow you break Every smile you fake Every claim you stake I'll be watching you

I've Had Enough - Melina KB

Here's to the "no"s To the "I think you should go"s To the leave his ass alone's To the hanging up the phone's To the no man can demand my Body, my spirit, my love Oh Here's to the "no"s To the "walk yourself on home"s To the keeping on my clothes To the highs without the lows To the no man can demand my Body, my spirit, my love, love Love If you're so mature now Then I think it's time you grow up Admit you did it! We all know you did it! And yet you still gaslight me up...

Teen Idle - Marina and The Diamonds (Tristan is 20 btw, but this song fits him too well not to add it here 😭)

The wasted years, the wasted youth The pretty lies, the ugly truth And the day has come where I have died Only to find, I've come alive I wanna be a virgin pure A twenty-first century whore I want back my virginity So I can feel infinity I wanna drink until I ache I wanna make a big mistake I want blood, guts, and angel cake I'm gonna puke it anyway Yeah, I wish I'd been, I wish I'd been, a teen, teen idle Wish I'd been a prom queen, fighting for the title Instead of being sixteen and burning up a bible Feeling super, super, super suicidal [...]

I wish I wasn't such a narcissist I wish I didn't really kiss The mirror when I'm on my own Oh God, I'm gonna die alone Adolescence didn't make sense A little loss of innocence The ugliness of being a fool Ain't youth meant to be beautiful?

Ego - Sarah Kennedy (this is honestly Sinclair's song fr)

Baby stroke my ego Will you tell me please? And watch my heart take ahold of me Baby stroke my ego Will you kiss my pride? And watch the lights change inside my eyes If you hold on to me tight I'll take you down with me tonight Show you things you wouldn't like to see but you would like to be If I could walk into your mind Take your hand and show you mine Show you things you wouldn't like to see but you would like to be Baby stroke my ego Say it from your knees Some say it's evil I say it's me

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[a-tale-of-legends]

Chat. Chat I finally finished code Lyoko. No I'm not gonna watch the evolutions stuff no matter how pretty the animation looks. Why am I talking about it here? Well. Code Lyoko inspired au anyone? Very very rough draft lol. I don't even know how serious I'll take this outside of my own personal fun.

Area Zero - Honestly still name impending, but this is what's gonna the digital world is gonna be called.

Penny - As I said before ( i think so anyway) is the one behind the super computer. I'm not completely sure if she's the one that finds Arven first or Luca, but she makes it her goal to help get Arven out.

Luca - If not Penny, then he was the one that found Arven. One of the people who goes in Area Zero to fight.....whatever the equivalent of Xana is in Au. Arguably what keeps the group together before they all truly become friends.

R.B - Still a childhood friend of Arven that moved before he went missing. Bitter by how their friendship ended, but doesn't like the idea of him being stuck in Area Zero forever. While not as tech savvy as Penny, she's still the optimal option when Penny isn't at the super computer.

Nemona - Class president at their school and ever so cheery, if a tad dense. Eventually becomes an Area Zero warrior like Luca and R.B. Loves the digital world,mostly bc she gets to move around so much without losing stamina like she does in the real world ( in the real world though, getting devirtualized kinda hits her harder). She's the groups best fighter by far.

Arven - Stuck in Area Zero for the majority of his life, even growing up there, Arven now requires the help of Luca and the others to boy only save his dearest friend ( Mabosstiff, who I don't know if he would be a pokemon or something else), but also prevent whatever the fuck his mom created from destroying the world. He's pretty much key to stopping it, but can't do it alone.

Prof Sada - The one who created the super computer, along side her ex-husband, Turo. After Turo left and went off the grid, and the government sending agents to go after her work, Sada decided the best option was to digitalize herself, Arven and Mabosstiff into their own paradise, where they'll be safe forever (hm. Maybe the digital world should be called Paradise? Maybe a certain sector of it?). Of course, something goes wrong, and Sada is forced to hide herself within the depth of Area Zero,both for her safety and Arven's. She's out there.... somewhere.

Kieran - After some time has passed ( with Arven being brought to the land of the living), Kieran and his older sister are new transfer students at the school the Crater Crew ( oh that's a way better name that Area Zero Warriors lmao). A very shy kid, who has a very hard time standing up to himself, especially towards his older sisters antics. At some point, he becomes close friends with Luca, and with that, begins to notice more and more when Luca runs off somewhere. He tries to ask Luca about it, but he always brushes it off, or simply lie to Kieran's face. Does he not trust him? Is he already hired with him? Whatever it is, Kieran can't help but feel..... frustrated.

Carmine - The older sister of Kieran and at first, doesn't want him to be associated with Luca's little group. She heard rumors about them, and thinks it's best for her and Kiki to stay away from the lot. But of course, Kieran befriends Luca despite her telling him not to - and well. She guess it's nice that he has a friend. And Luca is kinda nice. Still, she doesn't fully trust them, not when she keeps noticing Luca and his friends keep sneaking off. And why does she keep having these weird dreams? Whatever it is,it's related to Luca's group, and if they're involved, Kiki could end up in more danger than it's worth. So maybe she might do some snooping.....

Again this is a very rough draft of this au. There's soooo many elements that are missing here - the bb league, team star, etc etc. I don't even know if pokemon exist, and if not, how to incorporate the paradox pokemon into this au ( again. Realizing the gang could be called the Paradox Warriors or something). Also like. Very obviously, this is inspired by Code Lyoko, but not exactly a Code Lyoko au. Too many variables that wouldn't make it work completely imo. But yeah! That's my silly little au idea. Some things might change, depending on how much I'll invest in this thing.

[sunny6677]

The Doll Who Snapped.

(Saturated AU)

(A rewritten version of the scene where Doll Dexter finally snaps at Skid and Pump.)

(Eh I know I said I wouldn't but I felt like doing it actually instead of just feeling pressured to write lmao)

TWS FOR LILA BEING A DICK, INSANITY, TOXIC FRIENDSHIP, KNIVES, PROFANITY, ETC

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"Ugh.." Lila groans once they all walk in. Skid drags a nervous looking Doll Dexter inside, while Pump stared up at Lila in mild annoyance.

"Okay.. you two can do whatever you want. I'm gonna go to the kitchen, so don't bother me."

Closing the door quietly, she slowly walks off screen to the kitchen.

"..'Kay, mom.."

"..okay."

Pump then turns to Skid with a frown. "Why's your mom such a bitch?"

"Ugh—she's not a bitch! I keep telling you!" Skid then turns over to Happy Fella. "Okay, Happy Fella. I don't think you understand. You can't run away from us. You never can. YOU are our doll. YOU belong to us. YOU—stay here! Forever!"

Doll Dexter's expression changes into one of realization, and he suddenly gains a manic grin on his face.

"Ha.. of course.. OF COURSE! HAHAHAHAH!"

The sudden manic laughter from him disturbs Skid. "..w—what the..? Hey—stop! Stop it!"

He throws Happy Fella as he begins to shake in Skids hands. But Happy Fella gets back up. Grinning from ear to ear like a madman.

"Hahahah.. this is what I am now! I've never been human! I've never has any purpose! Killing those people.. it was all for nothing! I'm meant to be treated like this after all I've done! Ahaahh—haaahaaahaa!"

Lila walks in with an irritated expression.

"Jesus, can you two—"

She stops, looking disturbed.

"Why the hell is it talking?"

"Oh, youuuuu—!" Doll Dexter laughs, "You understand, right?! I'm just some ugly doll that's meant to be thrown around! That's what I am now! That's what your son thinks I am!"

"H—Hey!" Skid yells, seeming annoyed but also scared, "Don't bring me into this! You're the one who started this! Weren't YOU the one who came here to get rid of that 'mouse' my mom thought was in the walls?!"

Pump scoffs while looking disturbed and anxious. "Yeah—if you didn't wanna be friends with us, you should have just left already! And—and we.. really don't care if you leave now! So stop making such a big deal out of this?!"

"..big deal?" Happy Fella repeats with a shocked expression. Lila looks over and notices him holding a blade behind himself.

"..what.. what the.." She says beneath her breath.

Skid rolls his eyes. "Yeah! Haven't you heard of that word before—?!"

"What are you doing, you idiots?!" Lila angrily screams both out of fear and genuine irritation, "Can't you see what it's holding?!"

They look over to her temporarily, but just turn back to eachother.

Pump nervously speaks, seeming to finally notice that he's holding a knife and realizing what he must be using it for. "Hey, hey—put that knife down!"

Doll Dexter doesn't listen, walking foward while giggling and pulling out the knife.

"PUT THAT KNIFE DOWN, DAMNIT—"

Skid and Pump hear running from off screen—and notice Lila ran off.

"Mom! Mo—Mom!" Skid screams out of panic, before darting after her—while Pump follows.