#literally leading them to where they need to go

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Hypnotic

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HOLY BALLS! where did you guys come from- I literally woke up this morning and got jumpscared by the amount of votes😭

WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE 🤺- anyways, here's another chapter I guess? Enjoy your dang food.

I'm gonna warn y'all early on, My Y/n is very... Yeah, you'll understand sooner or later. Just keep reading💋

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"Pathetic!"

"Useless!"

The voice shouted, echoing through the realm as the demons who were gathered couldn't help but flinch back, cowering in fear at his voice alone.

His Flames seemingly grew bigger, the more his frustrations worsened.

He was weakening.

He needed souls.

But how could he achieve such power, when those fools couldn't even Defeat three mortals, those hunters.

"Don't you idiots know, that once those hunters turn the Honmoon gold, it's over for us!"

He reminded, his Flames growing brighter as he increased his influence, his voice in their heads growing louder, each of which revealing each insecurity, each failure, shame and regret.

Bringing them pain as punishment.

One of the demons burst into tears, trying to quiet down their sobs as the voices only grew stronger.

The tension broke by the sounds of Bipa string, breaking through the air.

Everyone grew silent, heads turning back to look at the person who would dare interrupt.

"There once was a Demon king"

A familiar figure started, plucking a few strings on his Bipa, looking amongst the crowd, satisfied when he got their attention.

"Stop me, if you heard this one before"

He teased, letting his body float down until his feet softly planted on the ground.

"He was in total control, he feasted on souls, the world trembled when he roared."

He continued.

The others were hesitant if they should intervene, or stay quiet. Not wanting to trigger the Demon Lords Anger further.

"But then some hunters, sang some songs, now all he does is starve."

Yet the figure continued, stepping through the crowd, who parted and created a path for him to walk through, eyes focusing on him and his fate.

"Can't get at the souls, and his Flames grow cold."

A soft growl followed, the tiger slowly trialing after it's Master, to act as protection if anyone dares interrupt.

"Just a whisper in the dark."

He smirked slightly, moving his fingers along the strings, creating a simple yet soft ballad.

"And will he let the fire go out?"

"Is this the end of him now?"

"Dying king with a crumbling crown?"

He stopped right below the steps that lead to the Kings throne.

"Will he let the fire go out."

He finished, as His Tiger bumped against his side before walking back to the crowd.

"I let you keep that voice, Jinu"

The voice echoes, the Flames dimming down as the Tension grew amongst them.

"And you dare to mock me with it?"

He muttered, his patience nearly snapping if it weren't for Jinu peaking his interest.

"I'm not here to mock you."

He said calmly, as four more figures slowly appeared at his side.

"I'm here to help you"

He clarified, the Bipa disappearing in his hands as he took a step closer.

"It's time for a new strategy."

The group slowly descends closer to the throne, The crowd of demons waited with bated breath at what's about to happen.

"We fight the hunters, where they least expect it"

Either they'll get killed

"Go after the very thing, that Powers the Honmoon"

Or a new beginning will occur amongst this realm of sin.

Their feet softly planted on the ground below, standing before the wall of Flames.

Jinu's golden eyes Shined as he gazed at the eternal Flames, the very thing that Haunted him for 400 years.

"The Fans."

As if on cue, they all instinctively struck a pose, causing silence to befall on them.

Gwi-ma took a minute to process what he was witnessing before deciding to reply, his voice clearly doubtful yet they had managed to catch him off guard, by such a.. Peculiar suggestion.

"A demon... Boyband?"

The Flames questioned, albeit silently judging the idea.

Before the fire suddenly grew larger, as he let out a mocking laugh. The Idea was simply ridiculous, yet utterly amusing.

"What makes you think that could work?"

He questioned.

Jinu smirked, snapping his fingers as his members instantly transformed their appearance to fit the Human standards for beauty.

Each holding a unique charm within them, their demonic features carefully hidden away.

Their horns and grotesque teeth disappeared

Now replaced by colored hair and ear piercings.

Gwi-ma fell silent, as the crowd of demons talked amongst each other, truly believing that the ridiculous plan might actually have a chance of working.

"That Aura seems.. Familiar"

Gwi-ma muttered, focusing more on the hidden energy that surrounded the group.

It has been centuries since she last made an appearance.

Tucked away in an eternal slumber.

Isolated in the very depths of this realm.

Where no soul, would be foolish enough to wake her.

Yet apparently one did, and survived to tell the tale.

Why would she aid these fallen souls?

His voice never truly reached her, but her soul was his to use.

One simple call was all it took for her to make an appearance.

"Y/n."

The name rang through the realm, as the Atmosphere grew heavy with tension, A large mist slowly casted upon them all, swallowing them in its eerie embrace.

The fog moved closer to the throne, shifting into a silhouette of a beautiful woman, hair moving like that of clouds, having the fluidity of water.

Eyes a blinding white as she carefully descended, her feet never once touching the ground.

Half of her body being made out of a pink cloud like mist.

"You called?"

She said, her voice holding a mocking tone, almost with disinterest as she spoke to the King of Demons.

"Was this your doing?"

Gwi-ma accuses, displeased by her interference, the Flames burning brighter in a slight warning for her to watch her tone.

"Some of it is"

She smirked, her body floating closer to her new object of interest, pressing herself against his back as she snaked her arms around his neck.

"Though, I must give credit where credit is due"

She hummed, her lips moving closer towards his ear.

"Isn't that right, song bird?"

She coos, her fingers gently playing with the strings of his Gat, as he stood still, as if he was unaffected by her close proximity.

"And your goal?"

Gwi-ma questioned, his Flames burning brighter until the heat nicked at their undead skin.

She growled, gritting her teeth as she felt the weight of her chain clasps around her neck, now being visible, tightening around her skin, nearly suffocating her in the process.

Being a painful reminder of her eternal damnation.

She forced a smile, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of pissing her off, as she let go of Jinu and floated closer to the other members.

"For Entertainment, I've been asleep for far too long"

She said, her expression calm and relaxed as she moved closer to one of them, grabbing and lifting up one of his arms.

"Is it wrong of me to take on a.."

Her fingers carefully graze at the fabric of his sleeve, feeling the muscles that were hidden within, The man couldn't help but smirk and flexed at his biceps a little.

"New project"

She finished, gazing at his golden eyes for a moment before moving away.

Letting out a soft sigh, her hand reached out to another member of the group, gently reaching out for his hair but stopped when he let out a growl.

She only chuckled in response, redirecting her hand below his chin and began to playfully scratch the area.

He felt himself slowly melt at her touch, subtly leaning against her palm.

"I for one, think I did a good job"

She smiled, treating the little demon like some sort of pet, he didn't seem to mind the scratches.

"Okay.."

Gwi-ma redirected his attention back to Jinu, trying his best to ignore whatever that was.

"I know you Jinu, in 400 years"

Jinu's smile slowly fell, getting yet another reminder of his Shame and regret.

"You've never done a single thing, that didn't serve yourself"

The voice grew louder in his head as the memories flashed before his eyes, the familiar pain swelling up inside him.

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Cunty.

She's very cunty. She's a warning in herself, that's why I said this Fic is a bit 🌶. I'm not sure if I'm gonna write anything too graphic in the future.

It really depends on my mood and how confident I am of my writing skills 🫣

I'm quite Positive y'all are gonna love her though, if I'm wrong then just scroll away 🏃‍♀️💨

[chronic-conjuring]

I think the term/acronym for OCD has become way too overused (like a frighteningly large amount of clinical, psychological terms tbh) and too many people have a fundamental misunderstanding of what the fuck OCD actually is and looks like.

Too often do we see distasteful, harmful jokes and representations of OCD as just a “clean freak germaphobe” or someone being overly obsessive about the placement of every single thing in their house and then you get the overused (and frankly fucking stupid) “haha I need things to be in a specific order or else it drives me CRAZY!! 🤪🤪 iM sO OcD!! 🤪🤪🤪” kinda lines and it’s absolute bullshit. Sure, those first two are very common symptoms we see in people with OCD but that’s literally not what’s going on??? They aren’t just bothered by the placement of things because it annoys them on some level, they have irrational fears.

So now when we see people genuinely discussing the reality of dealing with OCD, having compulsions to do certain things due to fear of certain consequences if they happen to do/not do it properly and excessive, irrational anxieties, we get shit like this where people are wholeheartedly ignorant of what that even means. Like, people w OCD aren’t necessarily clean freaks because messes and germs give them The Ick™️ (like what many people without this disorder experience) they’re genuinely, extremely irrationally afraid of what could happen should they not keep things in a certain order or wash their hands three times in a row etc.

For example, someone could have an irrational fear that their clothes not being organized in a specific way will in some way cause a loved one to die unexpectedly, if they don’t excessively sanitize the counter after making a sandwich themselves or someone else will get severely, life-threateningly sick, or if they interact with a certain number in any way something bad will happen (“if I eat 5 cookies instead of 4 [something bad] will happen”). These all sound a little ridiculous, right? THATS THE POINT. THEYRE IRRATIONAL FEARS. THATS WHY THIS IS A DISORDER. ITS NOT SUPPOSED TO MAKE SENSE TO PEOPLE OUTSIDE THE PERSON WHO HAS OCD’S BRAIN!!!!

You CAN see how someone might come to some conclusions, the thought process of “germs make people sick, if I leave things dirty people might get sick” is a fairly rational one, the irrational part comes with the thought continuing with something like “I have just made a sandwich on a clean plate and not gotten anything on the countertop, but if I leave this countertop without wiping it down with disinfectant I could’ve possibly left some kind of contamination and now whoever uses this countertop next will get salmonella/ food poisoning/ an allergic reaction. I MUST wipe it down several times until it is Clean Enough” that sounds just a little ridiculous right? But you can see how someone might come to that conclusion. Which is probably why the most commonly thought of aspects of OCD get boiled down to germophobia and excessive cleanliness, it’s closer to something other people can relate to or understand on some level.

And then there’s other fears that make no sense with little to no logic for others to follow such as “if I don’t lock this door PERFECTLY CORRECTLY someone will break into my house and kill me. I must unlock and re-lock this door until It Is Perfect” logically, a locked door is a locked door. Whether or not you turned it slowly, quickly or whatever, the door is properly locked by the time you’re done with it. That doesn’t matter to someone with OCD. Somehow, someway, locking it too slowly or too quickly will lead to some catastrophic failure and suddenly in their head they are then vulnerable, so they will stand there and lock the door as many times it’s takes for their brain to say “that’s perfect, I’m safe now”.

By reducing OCD into just some quirky thing some people experience, we are doing a major disservice to everyone suffering from this disorder and we allow stuff like this, where people are equating being afraid of something happening to mean they must actually secretly want that thing to happen or to do that thing, to happen and actively harm people with OCD. Too many people misunderstand that it is irrational thinking and fears that drive OCD behaviors, not some hidden internal want for it to happen. Do better

[kokii-omii]

Viri's dream for book 7

i was supposed to post this earlier but i fell asleep lmao-

but anyway-

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Viri is the last person they need to wake up for the Octa Quartet, but this is before any of the Octa trio, so Jade ,Floyd and Azul aren't here yet

its just the dream team (Ortho, Sebek ,Silver, ramshackle duo, and Luci) , and Leo with the Twins + Ezmond & Jamil

they show up in the ocean once again but its closer to the shoreline than it is to the bottom

Leo realizes that he recognizes this specific shoreline, and that its the one leading up to Viri's house on land (i say house but its legit just a castle)

and he tells them that Viri might be at his house and that they should be ready to sneak past the giant wall when they get there

but when they get to the surface Leo is surprised to see that the wall he was so familiar with from his childhood is now

GONE

the castle is now directly by the shoreline and you can even hear a party thats happening inside

Viri on the balcony sees Leo in the water and immediately rushes down to greet him and jumps in the water to where he is

he almost misses his landing btw, he only landed to where Leo was cuz Leo used his UM on Viri to reel him in (silly boy)

he doesn't recognize the twins or anyone else except for Leo, and he invites them all to his party that's happening right now, but he says he's gotta ask his step mom first so they all have to meet her

Leo who knows what kind of woman Viri's stepmom is tells everyone else to be prepared for the worst, cuz the woman is very judging

but to his horror, she's kind and understanding in this dream, she greets them with a big smile and greets Leo with a hug because she's glad that her son's best friend made it to the party and ushers them to the banquet

Leo is evidently creeped out at this but the twins keep him straight and tell him to focus on a way to wake Viri up

He tells them to split up and keep gathering information and lay low for now, so Grim immediately rushes to the buffet with Yuu trying to stop him

Ezmond's looking around the house with Jamil and finding lots of photos of his family, as well as anything that might be useful

sebek and silver look around the kitchen and see a huge cake that's literally the size of a whole person

while Leo and the twins are tailing Viri trying to get his attention but he's very busy greeting guests at his party

they all group back to see what they found, Ezmond and Jamil tell them that they found a lot of photos but found it surprising that Viri's house rarely has any paintings at all

Grim just tells them that the buffet is really good and that he wants to go back for seconds

Sebek and Silver tell them that they didn't find anything interesting in the kitchen except for a huge cake

Viri's whole childhood changed in his dream, his stepmom is nice and didn't leave him alone in his room therefore he didn't draw as much

Which gives Leo an unfortunate idea, cuz he realizes that viri is like this because the incident that happened in his last party didn't happen, therefore Viri stayed on land but was still close to the sea because the wall isn't there anymore

Leo tells them that they have to recreate that incident and maybe that'll jog up Viri's memory into waking him up

so he tells everyone to cause a scene but to not get noticed, otherwise the plan will be ruined

he tells Alfred to use his UM so that they can sneak in the kitchen so Leo can enchant the cake with his own UM

he tells Reese and Ezmond to use their spells to cause a ruckus when he gives them the signal

and the rest are responsible for crowd control

however an unexpected guest shows up, its Azul there to greet his brother and celebrate his party with him (its the darkness trying to make viri stay in the dream)

and more bad news, grim kinda pisses off one of the chefs because he stole a crab dish fresh off the plate and ends up forwarding the plan before Leo even gives the signal but oh well

Jamil and Ezmond are instead tasked to chase after Grim while Alfred and Leo carry out the plan, and Reese and the rest are fighting the darkness

and the place gets trashed

it just gets so messy and Viri is in such distress but its working because he's starting to remember

they're thinking of not tipping the cake over to Viri cuz it seems like he's starting to wake up but of course while grim was running away he runs to where the cake was and runs under the table which makes the chef flip the table to get to him and ends up getting the cake tipped over on viri anyway-

and that just makes Viri breakdown and fall into the darkness

to which Leo jumps in and after much consideration the twins jump in too (Alfred didn't wanna cuz it looked gross but Reese threw him)

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I'll make a part 2 of what happens in his second dream and him facing his ob self

[jjwolves]

This one might be a bit random so ignore if you wanna but how about DBBQ Ena having to “rescue” the reader(I.E. the reader encounters conflict and ENA has to come resolve it for them, or the reader gets lost in that cave we have to go through in the game for the taxi drivers’ heads or the pet that’s in there). And then ENA’s meanie side berates the reader for needing help all the time

Ω BIT DEFENDER Ω

What: 5 Headcanons of a Protective ENA the Worker X Reader

Who: ENA the Worker from ENA Dream BBQ

How Much: ~1300 Words, ~8 mins

Credits: Image Banner -> Joel G

Warnings: Language, Slight Violence

Well, this was it. After carrying this ball of the last 30 sacred silver rainworms through the compression gate, you and ENA were probably home free. She was far ahead of you with her own ball. You weren't looking forwards to ENA berating you over your comparatively slow speed, but you were also feeling motivated to get done quickly, if only to hear her smoothly compliment you by comparing you to her favorite office supplies. A skip over the shadow bridge and you were already halfway there. It's nice to have a job where the signs of progress are apparent: a straight line in territory you're familiar with. But there is one tiny detail you don't recall from your travels before. Occasionally, you hear a voice roll between the valleys, sounding like a cross between the chirp of a bird and a warbly voice. "Won't someone save a little me! Oh no, the depression strikes!" It sounds like someone might need help. Or perhaps a pep talk from someone who knows literally nothing about them. Feeling resolute, you start being on the lookout for alternative paths and the like which might lead you to this voice. The job could wait if someone was in real trouble, and besides, carrying boxes of worms was a little boring.

Not much time passes before you're able to hear the voice more clearly. You find a divot in the valley where metal fenceposts have been forcibly jammed into the walls, and you push on until you find the source of the odd voice: a conspicuous manhole cover centered in the middle of a small clearing. You ask the voice if it needs help, and the cover shifts in response. A small yellow head pokes up from the manhole, bearing a simple line as a frown. Sparse strings of hair fall over its face. "Ah, as someone finally heard the cries of the depression?" Setting the box aside, you crouch down in front of the stranger and say that you're considered somewhat of a professional when it comes to making people's days better, and besides, you needed a break anyway. The entity seems to consider this for a moment. Then, all at once, a disproportionately large claw shoves the manhole cover out of the way and a gigantic monster pulls itself out. It waves its fake "head" around on a stick as its torso opens to reveal a sharp-toothed grin. Before you can react, it's bearing down on you with a war-cry of "I feel better when I eat dessert!" You squeeze your eyes shut as you brace yourself for death, if it even exists here. Fact or fiction, you weren't too eager to discover it now that you were at its doorstep.

Hardly a needle, a hair, of time had passed before a sharp, sweeping edge had carved through the creature's body a hundred times over and turned it into sashimi. You hadn't had the presence of mind to even look behind you yet as the creature's faux head rolled over to you, face still contorted into a simplified frown. "You didn't tell me you were veggies." And just like that the head, too, was blown into confetti. Shakily, you gathered enough agency to swivel to your savior. ENA stood in place as the shreds swirled away on the wind, her face bearing a menacing scowl and a deepening shadow over her eye. You often called it "aesthetic" but most called it for what it was: danger. Her gravely voice rumbles out as she sticks you with her post-murder stare. She delivers a clipped rant as her surprisingly deadly handfan is returned to its pocket. "I got a lotta questions, and you're gonna answer them as soon as our little delivery is over. I nulled someone's contract today, so it's the least you could do." Your girlfriend begins manhandling you and forcefully steering you back onto the main path quicker than you can form an excuse.

It was a pretty long walk, filled from start to finish with icy silence. When you finally deliver the rainworm orbs, you don't feel as strong of a sense of completion as you'd expected. Maybe it's because the dangerous encounter shook you up... Or maybe it's because you know the real danger is on its way as soon as you and ENA finish the job. Not long after completion, ENA's voice is already bursting through her megaphone and hammering on your eardrums. "Is there a hole in your brain or something? I bet if a breeze flowed into your ear, your head would whistle! What is wrong with you?" Feeling a bit cornered, you bashfully mention that it sounded like someone needed help, and the job was getting boring, so you figured you could assist someone and take a break all at the same time. ENA's eyes narrow warily. "That sounds like something a goody-two-gloves-in-case-of-no-feet like you would do. I thought I said not to engage with outside conspirators, but you clearly disregarded my advice!" You retort and exclaim that ENA runs up to strangers all the time! "Yeah, and I can turn them into pixels just as easily! Make sure to hang that picture in your gallery if you even have one. Any other bugs in my programming we need to address or can I move on?" You nod sheepishly--there's not much to be added in the way of arguments. What you did was pretty reckless, especially since you were on your own. You owe ENA an apology, and admit as much. Her expression doesn't change, but her posture softens a little bit once you admit that you were being irresponsible. A clawed hand jerks your chin up and forces you to meet her stare. "Look, you need to be watching where you're walking from now on. I can't do shit if I'm going to be worried sick all the time because you can't keep your ass out of trouble. Am I understood or do I need to laminate this and tack it to your forehead?" Nervous, and also feeling kind of flushed from the contact, you blush. ENA's eyes widen in... Fury? Confusion? You're not sure. "Disgusting. I don't need a handwarmer! What I need is a functional partner! Reset! Reset!" You don't think it'd be wise to point out that she's blushing, too.

After that, while it's never brought up again, ENA never speed-walks ahead like she used to. At any point in time during your work, you can turn and find her matching your stride. When you ask why she's always directly next to you, she says, "Long walks like this can be such a chore. Now introducing: Me By Your Side! I'm looking for focus groups to test out this new product, so what do you say?" She smiles with crimson mischief, a sign that she's laying it on thick to get a chuckle out of you. It's very effective, five stars. "Try out our new product by talking to me or interacting with me. I think you'll find me to be in a very close spatial approximation to you. Long gone are the days of 'where is my sweetheart?' and 'help, I can't get this jar open'!" You laugh at her shenanigans before going quiet when you realize that there's some sort of secret entrance in one of the buildings you're walking past, with something shimmering inside. You go to look closer, but are distracted when ENA pecks you on the cheek and slings a suave arm around your shoulders to guide you further down the allotted path. She chirps apologetically. "Forgive me for the inappropriate public gesture of PDA (preventing dangerous accidents). An explorer invincible you are not, love." You return her romantic gesture with a kiss to the top of her head, and her arm returns the favor, jealously holding you away from the spiked rods and poisonous bones littering your path. You think you'll always be safe with someone like her around.

A/N: I'm trying to get back on the horse of like, making stuff and things. Sorry for the week-long vacation everyone. I know a lot of you guys like to read my stuff so hopefully I'll be able to get back into the groove of writing stuff which is fun to read. For now... Have this one, coming to you from the brink of consciousness! :o)

[the-d0wned-drag0n]

day 2 of 10 years of rtte week!!! written for the prompts "“Where Hiccup Goes, We Go” + Dragon Riders"

“Where Hiccup goes, we go,” Astrid says, jabbing an accusatory finger at Viggo through the bars. They’ve failed this raid, and failed it badly at that. Ruffnut and Astrid are in one cell; Hiccup, and Tuffnut are in the other. She can just see Stormfly, and her Barf and Belch; Toothless, however, is missing.

Viggo only laughs in response. “That’s not your decision to make, I’m afraid.” There’s a trimphant spark in his eye. “But it is yours, my dear,” he says, turning to face Hiccup.

“Yeah, I’ll stay right here, thanks.”

“Oh? Well, if you’d rather be separated from your Night Fury, I suppose—“

“No.”

Viggo’s not finished the sentence before Hiccup interrupts, with a note of genuine ire in his voice. He’s slow to anger, and terrible to tease for that reason, but Viggo gets under his skin in a way that Ruffnut reluctantly admires. It’s probably because he’s actually evil, and Hiccup needs to be literally free-falling off a dragon at least once a day to feel alive and fulfilled, and this is that but metaphorically. Something about trust and danger and the cold waves crashing against the hull of the ship.

(It’s probably why he’s stopped looking at Astrid like he did when they were kids.)

So Hiccup leaves. Viggo takes him out of the cell, personally, and handcuffs him, but doesn’t strongarm him; Hiccup follows peaceably and obediently, because Toothless is the most important person in the world to him, and Viggo Grimborn might be second, so even though he’s not happy about leaving them, he’s content.

He never tells them how he’s treated when he’s over there.

Astrid thinks he’s getting tortured, which Hiccup has implied is true—Tuffnut made a joke about testing poisons on him; and Hiccup laughed awkwardly in that way he does when he might be hiding something, and then vehemently denied it in a way that makes it clear he’s hiding something. Fishlegs… Fishlegs started crying the last time it was brought up. Ruffnut isn’t sure what he thinks, but it’s probably nothing good.

She thinks that she and Snotlout are probably the only ones who don’t think anything of the sort, though whether Snotlout is just saying that to get a rise or not is up for debate.

Everyone shut her down when she said they were having a romantic rendez-vous every time they got captured, but she’s pretty sure those poisons they’re testing are just varieties of wine. One day they’ll believe her. They’ll all be sorry then when Viggo’s co-chief of Berk and Hiccup is co-chief of the reformed Hunters.

But it should be said that if Viggo didn’t have Toothless in his grasp, Hiccup would be right here with them. He’s no traitor, of that she’s sure, and he loves dragons more than the rest of them combined. If tomorrow he could wake up as a dragon and never set foot on solid ground again, he’d take it.

Toothless is the key player in this matchup. Viggo would probably make some comment about Maces and Talons, but Ruffnut doesn’t know the rules. The only strategy game she plays is a silly one called Chess she and Tuff invented when they were kids.

What’s important here is that Toothless and Hiccup are functionally the same person (do not separate) and Hiccup is easier to win over and Toothless is easier to capture (as weird as it sounds that a Night Fury, a demi-god of a dragon, is easier to capture than a teenager). Hiccup sleeps best when he’s curled up against Toothless. Even when Toothless decides to sleep like a bat, Ruffnut has seen Hiccup sink into his hold comfortably. Either he’s the best actor in the world, or that genuinely counts as a night of good sleep for him.

So Hiccup is off, chasing his soulmate wherever Viggo leads him; and Ruffnut suspects that will be into the captain’s quarters of his flagship for dinner, wine, and a game. But it’s probably impolitic to bring up right now, and they do need to blow this ship up at some point, so she puts the issue out of her mind for the moment and gets to strategising.

[lukreziaaa]

I actually wrote something like this almost two years ago but never posted it because I just needed to vent, but now with thunderbolts I need to vent yet again. So here we are.

The discourse about the avengers not being found family and just being reluctant coworkers is going around, more and more popular. “Found family? They weren’t even friends. They were barely coworkers.” And I get it, okay? Obviously Thor was not spending his days eating pop tarts while Clint hid in the vents, Steve and Nat were not constantly training together while Bruce and Tony tinkered with whatever in the lab.

But from that to saying none of them were friends? Please.

The most obvious one is Clint and Nat, who were friends prior to the Avengers. She is literally an aunt to his children.

Steve and Natasha. We have a whole film where we can see how their relationship evolved from teammates to actual friends who trusted each other with their lives, where we can see them bantering and joking and trusting each other, where they are so synchronized it’s obvious they trained a lot. They’re partners. And then we have another film where they actively share the shield, where they were ready to die together, where they lead and train the new teammates together. She goes against 117 countries to help him.

A more subtle one is Thor and Steve. First of all, we have Thor saying that Steve is not a simple mortal to him. And them we have their silly move with the shield and the hammer that they obviously had to practice a lot to perfection. So yes, we never see them training together, but we are shown that they have spent a lot of time together.

That was that whole thing with Bruce and Nat that was extremely awkward but also showed us so much trust that cannot be explained if you think of them as coworkers.

I’m just saying that just because their relationship was never the one from the fanfics, it doesn’t mean they weren’t friends.

And I know that a lot of people like to pretend that everything should revolve around Tony Stark, but just because they were not friends with him it doesn’t mean they were not friends at all.

[fabuloustrash05]

if the 2012 turtles were dog breeds, what would they be?

donnie is definetely a border collie

Leo - Border Collie

Raph - Rottweiler 

Donnie - German Shepard

Mikey - Golden Retriever

Also for fun...

April - Papillon

Casey - Pit Bull

Karai - Doberman

[blissfulbluee]

Thinking about how that year Gi-hun was like this

He was probably so torn up and guilty over trying to manipulate Il-nam into losing the marble game. Despite him failing and Il-nam willingly losing anyway, he definitely felt like he played a huge part in his death. Then all of that turned out to be for nothing but a man who not only faked his death, but all created the games and is responsible for all of the suffering the games caused. All for entertainment.

When we talk about how the games change people, we forget to comment on Gi-hun’s attempts to manipulate and trick another player in order to survive. That’s mainly because the reality was that Il-nam was the one who created game, but if we look at it at surface level, how do you live with yourself after doing something like that?

When he argued with Sang-woo about pushing that man, I’m sure what happened came to mind. When he argued with In-ho, telling him just the type of people the games created, he wasn’t exempting himself. Gi-hun not only knew that the games had brought out selfishness and desperation in people he knew, he knew he became that himself, even if Il-nam ended up faking his death and being the creator of the games.

That’s why I hate the hero complex and self-righteousness claims. Maybe hypocrite can work if you don’t think he ever felt convicted for things he did, but Gi-hun is fully aware of how apathetic people act in death games because he did it himself. He actively is trying to prevent people from making the same mistakes he did, not pretending he is a high and mighty hero who thinks of the players as something to be fixed and that only he can do it—nor does he see them as pawns for his goal. He sees himself in all of them, even the most violent and selfish.

[kickedin17]

Okay hear me out (other people have basically already said this but hold on this is my post)

We're getting very clear messages that indicate something might be... wrong with Clancy. During the US leg via the FPE letters we heard a lot about how Clancy was inspiring the masses, and now it kind of seems to be the opposite. Torch explicitly saying we destroyed them so we didn't become them.

Plus Tyler now wearing black shirts, with imagery that seems to relate to Blurryface songs. The occasions last tour where his "Clancy" shirt was black text instead of red. The Blurryface account tweeting again this tour. The bishops taking over the Judge that one time, trying to hijack a moment that celebrates the clique (irl banditos). Paladin Strait, which apparently is not supposed to sound like an ending, which concludes with Clancy being named explicitly by Nico, and which shows a version of Tyler in the mv literally sitting above it all & seemingly mirroring people's movements from other shots.

I see your "Clancy becomes a bishop" theories (I love bishop!clancy to be clear I think it's awesome) but I think that might be too esoteric to end up being the explicit canon (I could also be wrong and it will be, but functionally the rest of the point here is the same). The thing is, Clancy is pretty simply intended to be a version of Tyler that extracts and represents certain traits, just like Blurryface. We know Blurryface to be insecurity. Clancy has never been said explicitly afaik but I think it's clear he represents Tyler's drive to create things that inspire people (despite crushing obstacles like mental illness - Dema and the bishops, and especially with the help and inspiration of others - Torchbearers and the banditos (us)). Which we know can be incredible, but can also become self-destructive. We were introduced to Clancy at first cryptically through his personal writings, and only explicitly after a long time (and after being told he'd "died" by the characters that represent Tyler's mental health struggles, which, depressed creatives iykyk) because I think owning your creativity and ability to inspire others is a much more arduous journey than being controlled by your insecurity. But Clancy was never intended to be a different type of character despite all that. He is a version of Tyler.

And just like Blurryface he gets his own namesake album. A lot of people have pointed out how the Clancy and Blurryface tracklists can actually be read to mirror each other. As the lore progressed Blurryface became Nico (and the other 8 bishops) battling against Clancy, but they're all abstractions from Tyler's mind. Both literally, in the sense that he is literally the one coming up with the story, but we're also reminded of this on both Bandito and Overcompensate with the "created this world" bridge. I believe this is also what we're seeing represented in those shots in the Paladin Strait mv. There's also the fact that the Clancy era is extremely extremely red - this in lore represents Clancy's process of reclamation as well as his (violent) uprising, but in tøp's wider context it is kinda just The Blurryface Color along with black.

Blurryface turns 10 immediately after the Clancy tour ends. We know the Clancy tour to be the reflection of "someone's life flashing before their eyes" and that this album was supposedly meant to wrap up the Dema storyline. I do not think this means Clancy dies. Because he is Tyler, and he cannot die, because for that to happen I think Tyler would have to never write or make anything again. And we also know this to be a cycle. I think what's happening is what's always been kind of obvious, and inevitable. I think Clancy is going to become Blurryface. I think he's already been Blurryface this entire time. They're the same person at different parts of the cycle, and I think we're going back to the start of it.

[seventyeight-moose]

I think D&D should get rid of martials and I'm Not Joking.

[moghedien]

Shipping Cassandra and Leliana is so funny because I feel like the only people who actually do it have either only played Inquisition or don't think much past "Well they're the Left and Right Hands of the Divine" because you KNOW they only get along to the extent they do in Inquisition because they've never had an actual conversation because the second Leliana opened her mouth about her theology in front of Cassandra, they would have been trying to strangle each other

[natjennie]

OKAY why do yall have to have the worst nastiest most rotted bad faith interpretations of things ever the episode was incredible what the fuck is wrong with you

[liquidstar]

a friend who'd wait :)

[vogelmeister]

much love to eurydice and all but if a man said he was writing a song to bring back spring and there hadn’t been a spring or autumn in a long time, i’d think he was insane. without proof i wouldn’t be coming home with him

[arolesbianism]

Oh god the new cotl trailer is dragging me right back in... Damn you goat why must you relight my interest in this game so

[spamtoon]

(Out of nowhere, you are approached by a familiar lightbulb-headed Cog.)

Ah, it's you, cat. Thinking you're oh-so-slick. Muttering and whispering under those raggedy whiskers of yours... Thinking I am unable to hear it all...

Well, you've simply underestimated my fantastic hearing. You probably want to know the reason why I'm here, taking a 'break' from my incredibly important scientific breakthroughs? It's quite simple, really!

(She gets close, and squints her eyes.)

I know what you are.

Farewell, now!

(She then leaves the way she came from.)

(Spam giggles immensely, covering her face... it always seems like she's giggling, isn't she? This lasts... at least thirty seconds. Longer than usual.)

And I know what I am too, Sparky! You broke through something, that's for sure. Really, broke through...

(She looks down, continuing to laugh nervously.)

You know, I find it odd you Havent tried to bulb blast me into the stratosphere by now. I mean knowing how you acted with Frostbite. Is there something peculiar about me that you perhaps can't quite track? Something about me that you... don't know what I am?

I know, I know, I'm talking to nobody again. But you were there when I had a moment today with the one the only Frostbite The Bravecog. You may be remaining. Lurking in the shadows. Knowing about these thoughts that I'm thinking.

(The giggling resumes, lasting far shorter this time.)

Your brother's a piece of fucking barp, by the way

(She braces for impact for a few seconds, wincing while smiling, before comically looking around to realize nobody's there. She sighs.)

Wow, okay maybe toony superhero show logic doesn't apply in this situation. Cool.

WAIT I JUST FUCKING REALIZED WHAT SHE MEANT but like. Dude if she meant that then what's the point I mean the whole ahh sellbot department barping knows unless you're Really low on the ladder. Heheh... maybe she did mean what I thought she meant.

Oh i'm so fucking screwed. What kind of bitch gets filament fever