#my memory of the event was fuzzy immediately after it happened...

[smile-files]

today i'm going home so i can get my flu shot and vote with my family... hopefully both go well

[illbegottenfaith]

sweet?!

you may not be the one dating theodore nott but you'd be damned if you let anyone think of him as sweet (theo nott x reader)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

a/n - I meant to make a separate post a while back but college has been kicking my ass so 😭 but 300 followers!!! insaneee ily all sooo much mwah I feel so so grateful and also a little weirded out cuz wdym 300 people... (I am SO bad at these can you tell um anyways) also this was inspired by a new girl episode!! I kind of have plans for a part 3 but im still workshopping it so idk yet but !! we'll see :)

tropes/warnings - fluff, slight angst, mattheo not understanding physics (but its not like he had a formal education in the subject so is it rlly his fault??), tw descriptions of injury

word count - 1.5k

taglist - @hzdhrtss @justaproudperson @kandralice @clairesblouse @deenaaa

"You're still coming this afternoon, right?"

You were having lunch in the Great Hall with your best friend Ivy, hours before one of the most entertaining sporting events of the year - an underground Muggle sports day. Every year, a group of students from each house would compete in some arbitrarily chosen muggle sport, with varying levels of success. Casualties and knee-slapping memories (for those standing in the sidelines, such as yourself) were a guarantee.

You nodded. "Are you kidding? Watching the boys wack each other black and blue at some poor attempt at a muggle sport? I wouldn't miss it for the world. I hope it's hockey. It's got sticks, you know." You got an odd, dreamlike look in your eye. "Merlin, I hope it's hockey."

Ivy dug into her Shepherd's pie. "Good. It sounds interesting enough. Plus, Theo's new girlfriend will be there."

You nearly upset your pumpkin juice.

"Girlfriend? When did that happen?"

Something in your voice must have given your true feelings away from the way Ivy squinted at you suspiciously. You pulled a face. It seemed convincing enough.

"It's all very new," Ivy said a tad bit sternly. "They met at Davies' party a while back and, well, they fancied each other, so -"

You snorted.

"What, is he blackmailing her?"

Ivy frowned at you. "Don't snark," she rebuked. "It isn't nice. She's a regular daisy, you'll see."

Yeah. Sure. You piled some more mashed potatoes onto your plate.

"Has anyone checked her for brain damage? Look - I'm not even snarking, I'm genuinely concerned for her wellbeing - "

“I don’t understand how this is supposed to work,” Mattheo was saying as the two of you walked over the makeshift Muggle basketball court someone had fashioned out of one of the disused storerooms in the dungeons. He and the rest of the Slytherin boys were wearing matching fluorescent green mesh vests to distinguish themselves from the Gryffindor team, engaged in some deadly serious discussion. A part of you wondered if you should mention that muggle sports weren’t generally meant to be as fatal as Quidditch.

As usual, Theo looked bored to death by the conversation. "We've been over this a hundred times. You dribble the ball -"

"Yeah, right," Mattheo vehemently said. "Like this thing's coming up if I throw it down. What do you take me for, an idiot?"

Theo pinched the bridge of his nose, oddly reminscent of the way you did when you felt a migraine coming on.

"Remember the tennis ball, Matty? The fuzzy, green one?"

"That's different. That thing was tiny, and bouncy. This thing's heavy. It's the size of my head. No, a quaffle. No, a -"

"Then what do you think is going to happen?" Theo interrupted irritably.

“Stick to the ground, obviously. Watch - "

As seasoned as the lot of you had become in anticipating Mattheo's often highly dangerous impulses, this one came entirely out of left field. Theo yanked him back by his vest, but it was too late. He slammed the basketball down and it ricocheted back up almost immediately, punching him right in the nose. Mattheo swore loudly, and the last thing you saw before you looked away was an awful amount of blood.

Even after Enzo took him to the Hospital Wing, once Theo had sufficiently plugged his nose with obscene amounts of tissue, things did not improve for the team. About halfway through the game, an unfortunate scuffle between some of the players left Draco curled up in a ball, grimacing as he clutched his knee. Theo winced, running over to where Draco was doing a rather poor job of concealing his pain.

"Oh, that's so Teddy," Margaret gushed to you, "always stopping by to help anyone in need. Isn't he such a gentleman?"

You nodded stiffly, your slight smile frozen on your face, willing Ivy to hurry back with the snacks and drinks she had left for. After she had introduced the two of you to each other, you decided that Margaret was a perfectly pleasant person, even if she wasn't the type of friend you typically sought out. If anything, you were more confused than ever about what she was doing, hanging around a guy as bitter as Theo.

However, one thing that truly bothered you was the odd remark here or there that revealed her grossly inaccurate perceptions of him, such as this one. You thought back to just last week when you had tripped in front of him on one of the Shifting Staircases, your books tumbling down into the recesses of the stairwell. He had stopped by you, alright. Stopped to point and laugh, that is.

"Honestly, I couldn't have asked for a better boyfriend. He's really sweet," Margaret finished.

Your eyes nearly fell out of your head.

"Sweet?"

Just in time, Ivy hurried over, gently pulling you away with some half-hearted excuse.

"O-kay, I think that's enough bonding for today."

"Sweet," you echoed weakly as you limply allowed yourself to be carted away, the appalled expression still on your face. "She thinks he's sweet." Euch.

But Ivy wasn't paying attention to you anymore. "How bad is it?" she asked, as the two of you neared the cluster around Draco.

"Bad," Ivan replied, gingerly pressing Draco's knee. "He definitely needs to see Madam Pomfrey. No way he'll be able to play any more today, and we're out of reserves, so we're a man short." He turned, motioning to the Gryffindor players scattered across the field that the game was over.

"Damn. I'll take him to the hospital wing, I've been meaning to check on Mattheo too. Meg, you'll help me, won't you?"

With a little difficulty, the three of them limped along once they had pulled Draco's arms over their shoulders. One of the Gryffindor players approached the crowd, picking up on what was happening after a glance at Draco.

"What about the game?"

Theo rolled his eyes. "We'll rematch, you nitwit."

You went back to your seat, trying to figure out what to do with Ivy's refreshments. Once it was clear that the game was over, the last of the players and the scanty audience filtered out of the room.

"What gives?"

You pulled your gaze back to the lone Slytherin player left, in a blood-spotted mesh vest. Your least favourite player. You could slap that on a T-shirt - not that you wanted to cheer for him. Merlin, no. Cheer against him, maybe. You wouldn't wish it on your worst enemy - which, coincidentally, happened to be him. You momentarily abandoned your musings as you returned to the real world, noticing the expectant look on his face.

"Hm?"

Theo spread him arms out and shrugged in a helpless sort of manner.

"I don't get it, L/N. What do you want from me?

You stared at him blankly. "...what are you talking about?"

He scoffed half-heartedly, like he was too upset to put any real heat behind it.

"I have this amazing new girlfriend that everyone loves." He tossed the ball away with a defeated air. "Everyone, except you."

The words stung. You stuck your chin out defiantly.

"Why do you care so much about what I think?"

"Why can't you just be happy for me?

"I just want you to be honest."

Theo's eyebrows shot up. "Honesty? That's what this is about?"

That's what it had always been about, you wanted to say. You sniffed nonchalantly, rearranging the pleats of your skirt.

"I don't think it's fair to Margaret that you're selling her some lie just to -"

"You think I'm lying to her?"

He kept his voice cool, almost offensively neutral. You rolled your eyes. "I know you are."

Theo was quiet after that, as if mulling over what you had said.

"So," he pressed after a moment, slowly walking towards you, forcing you to crane your head up to maintain eye contact, "you think I should be more transparent with her. That is...show her my unpleasant side."

You allowed yourself a brief smile. "Exactly."

"Be more rude to her."

"Yeah."

"Mock her."

You furrowed your brow slightly.

"Erm, sure."

"Insult her."

"I - what?"

"In short," Theo continued, as if you hadn't spoken, "you want me to treat her like I do you."

He tilted his head.

"Why is that? Do you feel...betrothed to me? Or, perhaps, you consider me your boyfriend? Since we're being honest, and all."

In that moment, you decided you never hated Theo more than you did then, with his domineering stances, condescending sneers, and caustically sarcastic remarks. You swallowed hard, your throat almost painfully tight as you felt the traitorous prick of tears behind your eyes.

"Don't be ridiculous," you muttered. But he wasn't being entirely ridiculous, was he? It was what made the whole thing all that more upsetting.

If he noticed you were teary-eyed, he didn't comment on it, as if it were disappointing. As if you were yet another disappointment in his book of unfairly high expectations. He straightened with a barely convincing air of nonchalance. If anything, he looked just as upset as you felt.

"Whatever, L/N. See you around."

Part 3

[cyanhydrangea]

Nerd(s) [Bayverse Donatello x Reader]

Summary: Donnie thinks you're always avoiding him because he's a nerd, he's about to find out the real reason

Warning: mentions of bullying

Donnie notices you love to spend your free time with his brothers

You often meditate with Leo

You workout with Raph

You play video games with Mikey

But he also notices you never spends your time with him, just the two of you.

Once he invites you into his lab since he often see you stand at the entrance of his lab, but you immediately excuse yourself, saying there's an urgent thing to do at home. (He could hear mikey's whine, saying "aren't we gonna play skateboard [name]??")

Donnie feels like you're always avoiding him, and it saddened him.

Out of curiosity, he once stalks you online, because he had to admit he might has a 'lil crush on you. He found your social medias and make a conclusion that you're quite popular. No wonder, you're gorgeous, after all.

Perhaps, you just don't want to hang out with a nerd like him.

At least, that's what he thought.

One day, you were exhausted and fell asleep on the couch at the lair. Donnie walked past by, heading to his lab but stopped when he heard something.

You, sleep talking, mumbling...

...chemical elements? In periodic table order?

Donnie got closer to you, to hear more clearly what you're saying in your sleep, and indeed you were sleep-talking periodic table of elements, in order.

Raph and Mikey's sudden presence, fighting over the last pizza they had, woken you up. And you weren't expecting the purple masked turtle to be so close to you

"Uhh, hi Donnie"

"Hi, uhmmm"

You get up to sit on the couch, Donnie's not sure if he should tell you what happened but he can't help it.

"You were sleep talking..."

"I did?"

"Yeah, about chemical elements...in periodic table order..."

You can feel your face got warmer, you can't believe what you just been told.

"Do you have any interest in chemistry?" Donnie can't help but ask.

You gulped, unsure how to answer it.

"I used to...I mean I still do, I mean---"

You sigh, "It's complicated....I have a love-hate relationship with science in general"

Donnie sits beside you, getting intrigued.

"You see, I used to be a massive nerd in school, but I get bullied for it everyday. I make a decision to change my persona when I started high school. I abandoned my love for science altogether so I won't go back to the nerdy persona and won't get bullied again"

You paused before you continue, "But when I met you and see you have this amazing lab with awesome inventions, my inner nerd self is dying to spends a lot of time with you. But you also reminds me of my past self, and the painful memories of getting bullied keeps replaying in my head"

Donnie's heart breaks hearing your story

"I'm sorry you've been through those traumatic events"

You tried to smile, "It's ok, it's not your fault or anything"

Donnie locks his determined eyes with yours "I want to assure you that you're safe here, w-with me, whenever you're ready for the joy of science again"

You blushed by the eye contact, "T-thank you"

The thought of spending time with your crush doing things you love makes both you and Donnie feels a warm, fuzzy feeling inside.

#CyanHydrangea

Date Written: 17/01/2024

[yoredoesmore]

Hello! I saw you opening request again, can I have a request for soshiro and fem reader where they spend time each other for holiday?

Maybe they're having a cafe date in this cold season or maybe ice skating or spend time alone together?

Memories of Snow | Hoshina Soshiro

pairing: Hoshina Soshiro x Fem!Reader

genre: /romance/fluff overload

summary: You take your boyfriend out on a cute date to help him relax during the holidays.

wc: 1,7k

a/n: I'm falling to my knees, rubbing my hands together and apologizing for taking this long for your request. please accept my apology anon please please please 😣

Enjoy :>

It was that time of the year again. Tokyo sat covered in a crystal white blanket and the freezing temperatures urged everyone to take out their coats and fuzzy winter scarfs. Christmas lights illuminated the streets and the smell of baked goods and hot chocolate lingered in the air.

It was a beautiful time to be, and your favorite.

Your mitten covered hands tried their best to work the phone in your hands. The cold air threatened to dry out your skin the second it came in contact with it, which is why you refused to take them out of the warm fabric. You knew better now.

It was already five past seven and Soshiro had yet to respond to all your messages.

“Im ag the Christmas makest where eate hiu”

Soshiro has long adjusted to your typos, therefore you did not bother to correct your mistakes (not that it was possible with these things on anyway).

Worried that something might have happened to the man, you tried to dial his number but upon the first sound ringing up, you felt a hand wrap around your wrist.

“Someone's impatient.” Soshiro placed a gentle hand on your cheeks before leaning in for a kiss. His lips moved gently over yours, capturing your heart in a swift motion.

“Yes, because you're usually on time.” You rolled your eyes in a playful manner as you pulled away from him and smiled, immediately forgiving his actions.

“So, what does my Snow Angel have planned for us?” His hands wrapped around your fuzzy mittens. One thing you have noticed was that Soshiro loved matching your nickname to whatever season or event was currently taking place. It was a cute habit of his, one that you have gotten deeply attached to.

The both of you began to walk down the christmas market, taking in the beautiful scenery around you and the sweet smell of roasted almonds. You have been looking forward to this day ever since he got the green light to take this day off. Attending the christmas market was like a tradition, one the both of you have grown quite fond of.

“Sooo, it occurred to me that we never went ice skating together and lucky us, the market renovated their ice skating rink! I got us two tickets for that and afterwards we can grab something to eat and look around a bit more.”

While you were talking, Soshiro couldn't help but lose himself in your presence. your eyes shone with such anticipation and joy, it caused his heart to melt the cold around him away.

He was always so on edge at work, as the vice president it was his duty to take care of everything around him and protect his division after all. It was a constant pressure that rested on his shoulders. But with you around him, that weight was lifted and he was able to enjoy the moment.

When it came to dates specifically, it was usually you who took care of everything. The reservations, the schedule, the dress code– you loved taking care of it all. Of course it was always nice to see Soshiro handle those things when he found the time but most of the time, all he had to do was show up and take care of the financial aspects.

Upon arriving at the skating rink, you noticed how many people were already enjoying the sports. Couples, families and friends danced around on the ice, having an enjoyable time. You have been looking forward to this for ages now and you couldn't wait to try this out with your boyfriend. But as you turned around to look at his face, he had a..less excited expression on.

“What's wrong, Soshiro?” you asked, pulling your tickets out of your bag.

“Don't tell me that you have never done this before.” Your words were meant to be taken as a joke, you didn't even look at him as you spoke that sentence but when Soshiro didn't laugh or make any other signs that he hadn't taken your words to heart, you paused in your actions.

“No way..”

“It's not that big of a deal, I mean how hard can this be.” The man crossed his arms over his chest, the usual sassy expression hanging on his lips. He was avoiding eye contact as well, what a cutie.

You wanted to tease Soshiro for this. Poke at his ego a little and drop a few jokes but you decided against your worse judgment. Your boyfriend was amazing at many things, so many that it was painful to compare your achievements. Thus, having him admit that he was unable to do such simple thing as holding himself up on the ice did feel like a win for you.

This was going to be interesting.

*

He was exceptional.

Soshiro moved on the ice as if he was born to do so. Your boyfriend made it seem effortless, keeping his posture while elegantly moving through the crowd. It was a sight to behold, watching the man who almost stumbled over himself upon entering the icy rink now holding himself up like it was nothing.

Meanwhile you stood in the corner, admiring his skills.

You had told him that you needed a break but in reality you simply wished to admire the man.

It should not have been that much of a surprise to you, after all you were well aware of his abilities as noted before. The master of blades and swift movements was bound to find his calling on the ice. And not to mention– he looked unbelievably handsome.

Once the lap was finished, Soshiro returned to your side. His chest heaved up and down in order to regain his stamina and his rapid breaths visualized in the cold evening wind as misty clouds.

“This is funnier than expected.” Soshiro smiled, placing his hands on his hips.

“You sure are enjoying yourself, Soshiro.”

“Sure am. My girlfriend is excellent at picking fun activities after all.”

A knock of wind suddenly hit your face as you found yourself being dragged back into the center of the ring. “Let's try it together!”

Soshiro didn't even wait for your answer as he urged your stiff body closer to his. But you did not complain nor refuse, as you were all too used to Soshiro's sudden antics and therefore simply followed behind him.

You haven't laughed like this since breakfast this morning. Soshiro held your hands while moving along to the music. Your feet followed him, matching his pace and rhythm. The people around you almost became nonexistent in your eyes– it was simply the two of you who existed in the moment.

He held your hands as you tried a trick and pulled you back up after failing miserably. But you just laughed it off, not paying the failure any attention.

But before you knew it an hour passed and it was time to clear the ice. Soshiro and you went for one last round before the magical time was over.

“What a bummer. I could have gone for another hour.”

Hearing him say this earned a smile out of you. The smile on your face sat brightly as you wrapped your hand around his and pulled him along.

“The day's not over, so let's find something else to do!” Soshiro welcomed your enthusiasm by giving your hands a soft squeeze.

You ended up walking around the market for another hour, relishing in the festive spirit, enjoying the moment and stopping by almost every food stand. And just when you believed that the night could not go any better it started snowing.

Tiny crystals of ice landed on your skin and melted on impact. This was no weather to return home to, Soshiro said and guided you towards the nearby river.

Less people now walked the street but those who were outside enjoyed the view of the water along with the snow.

“Remember last year, when we went to the christmas market and it started snowing just like this? A little earlier than now but it was so beautiful.”

“And so cold as well. Yer fingers almost froze off.” The both of you laughed at the memory, the image of you desperately trying to heat up your fingers by rubbing them against each other so clear in your mind.

You were about to continue the story, when all of a sudden you found your arms being lifted up to your chest. One by one, Soshiro removed your mittens, until your fingers stood exposed in the cold winter air.

“Instead of buying yourself gloves Y/n, ya asked me to hold yer hand instead, but im pretty sure that mine were just as cold as yours."

Soshiro chuckled. "And I wasn't allowed to wear my gloves anymore either, ya said somethin bout 'let's suffer together'. Froze my one hand off that day but the other one did feel kinda warm."

And just like that, Soshiro took your hand in his and smiled. It wasn't a grin or one of his sheepish smiles but one that instantly warmed your hands and heart.

“So..would it be selfish of me to ask you to do the same for me now?”

Your words temporarily got stuck in your throat as you found yourself unable to answer him. Soshiro was so smooth with his words, catching you off guard in the moments you least expected it. But most importantly, he was sweet and caring and meant everything he said.

“You're already holding them, silly.” You somehow managed to reply, slightly flustered by his tender smile.

“And I already feel so much better.” He replied, pocketing our mittens with a sheepish smile.

The snow continued to fall over the world as the two of you walked down the river, hand in hand, while enjoying the beautiful scenery and old memories.

[disasterdoer]

Pairing: Dabi x GN!Reader

Warnings: NSFW/18+, kidnapping, captive darling, noncon & dubcon, BJ, head pushing/guiding, mind break(?) (reader is sympathetic after a bit), praise & degradation, calling reader "pet," reader calls Dabi "Touya," burning, punishments.

Wordcount: <1000 (700+)

Summary: A.U. where Dabi kidnaps you after he's killed Endeavor.

A/N: This is the first fanfic that I've ever shared. 🫣 I also don't write a lot anymore, so I'm hoping it's decent enough. This was originally a fem reader, but I wanted to be more inclusive, so apologies if I missed anything! I read this like eight times, but shit happens. My brain is fried and I wrote this in like an hour.

You resisted when Dabi kidnapped you, but after that first night when he punished you, you decided it wasn’t worth it. He had fucked you senseless, face buried the mattress as your tears stained the sheets. The fading burn on your hip is a constant reminder how he held you despite your pleas, the stinging sensation of the flesh now numb in your memories since your brain forcibly detached. The events are fuzzy at best and completely hidden at worst.

Besides, he treats you well enough, rewarding your obedience with some new clothes that you were sure were more for his eyes than your own happiness, your own toiletries, and a cute little collar with a “T” on it. Of course, if he takes you anywhere, they have to know you belong to someone. He even gave you your own bedroom to retreat to. Sure, he barged in sometimes and invited himself to your bed, but his heat was a comfort now. When you woke up to his palm pressed to your stomach as he held you close, it was almost enough to make you forget.

Every day, you watched the news with him while they replayed his video, time and time again. You heard the details of how his father abandoned him, that his father only married his mother for what her quirk could provide - every single day. After so long of hearing about that abuse, of seeing the anger in his face every time the number one hero showed up, one day you felt you couldn’t be mad at him anymore. Despite Endeavor being dead now, it wasn’t enough to soothe that fire in his heart. You felt sympathy for his broken childhood.

You hated it, and yet, for some reason, the way he looks at you makes your heart skip today.

"Why are you looking at me like that, Touya?"

Dabi gives a teasing smirk, his gaze still glued to your body as he replies, "Because I can, sweetheart. Is there an issue?"

"No." 

You’re so confused, but you can’t deny how badly you want him. You fight the urge to move closer, but as hard as you wrestle with it, you give in, scooting inch by inch closer to him on the sofa until your hand comes to rest on his cheek. Your thighs brush together, the warmth is all so familiar.

"I've missed your touch, Touya."

Surprise flashes in his eyes at the affection, but this is what he’s wanted since he claimed you, so he's not questioning a damn thing.

"Good pet, I knew you'd like it." he praises with a smile.

He caresses your cheek as he looks at you with a lustful grin, his touch becoming more daring as he slides his other hand to your inner thigh.

"Now, I want you to make me feel good, and I think you know how."

Your breath hitches as you bite your lip anxiously, but your response is immediate.

"Yes, Touya."

The verbal obedience is enough to make his dick twitch, but when your hands come to help him undo his belt and pants, that's when he knows he’s got you right where he wants you; completely and utterly his - body, mind, and soul. There was no need for restraints, no need for force, to manipulate your body how he wanted. As much as he loved having that power over you, hearing you choke on his cock while you rested your pretty hand on his thigh instead of pushing away screaming was so much better. 

Muffled noises of your pleasure vibrate around his dick as he toys with your nipples, earning a hum of approval from your captor. Your sweet tongue swirling around the head of his cock makes his eyes roll back. He places a hand to the back of your head, gently guiding you up and down as he lets out sighs of bliss. His attention is locked on you while you take every inch of him, pubes tickling your face, his scent filling your nose as you gag for a moment before he lets you back up.

"Good fuckin' pet." He grunts, head rolled back on the couch’s back.

He fucks your mouth at a steady pace, hips thrusting upwards as your mouth slides over him. Once, twice, three times, he spurts down your throat and you swallow every drop of the salty cum with a slight cringe. Though you’re much more willing now, it doesn't make the taste any better. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, shifting on your knees as you look up at him panting softly as you catch your breath. His eyes flutter, his palm reaching to caress your cheek, a smirk coming over his face.

“So obedient, so submissive. You finally know your place.”

[philtstone]

psych crew of your choice, "putting a hand over the other's mouth to shut them up"

shoutout to zainab and bbc's the musketeers for inspiring the chaos that is fic

The number of times Gus has had to smack a hand over his best friend's mouth in the last twenty four hours is really starting to get unhygienic. 

It doesn’t help that even while in the throes of crisis, Shawn’s first instinct is always, without fail, to stick his tongue out and lick Gus’s palm. This was true when they were six and is still somehow true now at age thirty. While Shawn’s phone rings – immediately proceeding the third time they’ve successfully panic-crashed back into the Psych office before Shawn can blurt out something that gets them both jailed – Gus tells him off. It doesn’t matter that Shawn could be finally losing his last marble due to the machinations of cosmic irony; Gus refuses to be licked another time. 

“You know how disgusting it is to have your spit on my hand when you literally just threw up two hours ago?” Gus asks, over the irritating jingle of Shawn’s ringtone going wild on the table. Shawn himself has already collapsed backwards onto the couch. Well, really, he kind of tripped. There’s an old pillow pet on the floor that both of them have forgotten to pick up for like, two months, and Shawn’s ability to keep his balance vacated the premises about six hours ago when, mere moments after Gus entered the office, thinking it was going to be a totally normal day for them, his best friend grabbed him by the shoulders – looking vaguely ill, definitely sweaty, and concerningly flushed – and declared, with no little amount of panic in his voice, that he might have actually turned into a real psychic.

A recent phenomenon, of course. Like, just within the last twelve hours. They don’t have any concrete proof, other than the fact that Shawn is convinced he saw, in technicolor, the exact details of a murder that he has encountered absolutely zero evidence for while he was trapped in a supply closet (Gus has no idea how he got there), and, also, had an extremely vivid and detailed vision of himself and Juliet, married.

This last thing happened about twenty minutes ago. 

Shawn’s spiraling. 

“Okay,” Gus had said, an eventful nine hours earlier. “Explain to me exactly what it is you’ve been seeing.”

“When?” Shawn wailed in a high-pitched approximation of Robin Williams’s Mrs. Doubtfire voice. Gus, perhaps unwisely, brushed this off as only slightly less normal than standard Shawn behavior. 

“Yesterday!” Gus said. Shawn had explained – in between three bouts of nausea and one ten minute stint in which he recited all of Ally Sheedy’s lines in St. Elmo’s Fire from memory – that the weirdness started in the middle of the previous night. “What makes you think you’re – seeing things?”

“Because,” Shawn moaned, “I can’t remember why they’re in my head! Or when they’re from. Gus, I woke up at two a.m. and my head was so fuzzy and dizzy that I threw up! And then after I threw up I saw a man, standing in broad daylight, eating two cherry-filled cruller donuts and sporting the world’s ugliest toupe, and then another man falling off the edge of a pier, the pier, it was that pier right outside, but I can’t remember actually seeing either of those two things! Except they’re in my head, Gus! I swear to God they happened! But when?” Shawn, at this point, took a deep long breath, swayed a bit on the spot, and added, “and then I thought maybe to clear my head I should microwave and eat a frozen burrito.”

“Let me guess,” Gus said, in only mild distress, “then you threw up again?”

“Oh my God, how did you know? Gus. Gus. Are you turning into a real psychic too?”

“Man, I don’t know! And, wait a minute, at what point did you end up in the supply closet?”

At this, Shawn put both hands up to his head and looked vaguely deranged. “Gus … there’s no supply closet in the Psych office.”

Oh, boy, Gus had thought.

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[strniohoeee]

Revenant

Pairings: Matt Sturniolo x Female Reader(y/n) its friends to lover-ish, feelings are expressed but they are both just friends!

Synopsis: In which y/n is suffering 7 months after her tragic accident, but something’s not right with her, and Matt can feel it. Thats when things start to get a little weird🤔

Warnings: There’s no warnings! It is a spooky imagine just in time for Halloween, but nothing crazy! I suppose ⚠️supernatural and ghosts?⚠️

Songs- Magic Hour- Jhené Aiko

Remember- Jhené Aiko

Stay ready-Jhené Aiko

It’s been a solid 7 months since the accident. 7 months since my life was forever altered. The memory of it all is so fuzzy yet so vivid and painful. I was left feeling empty and wondering for 7 months.

I remember the days leading up to the event, I remember the exact moments before it happened, but I can’t remember anything after that. Why was I struggling so badly? It had been a beautiful sunny day in Boston, and Matt had texted me telling me that his brothers and himself were going on a hike to enjoy the weather, and had asked me to join. I agreed and immediately hopped into my car, rolling down the windows and letting the nice breeze blow through my body. Grasping my face and twirling my hair around its fingers as I drove down the main road. I had Magic Hour by Jhené Aiko blaring just completely embracing how amazing my life currently was. That was until it wasn’t. I turned a corner, and immediately everything went black. The immediate tenebrosity was all I could feel, engulfing me in all its glory grabbing at my body trying to swallow me whole. I fought that I remember I fought, clawing my way out of nothingness, feening and scratching pleading to be let out.

All of a sudden I awoke completely confused and angry at the tons of bright lights and beeping sounds as my vision began to clear up. Was I dead?

I awoke after two weeks of being in a coma. I had suffered blunt force trauma to my head. That pain I immediately felt: they had shaved a portion of the side of my head to remove the bleeding in my brain, and that pain I was feeling as I was coming to my senses. My leg had been broken and 4 of my ribs were fractured and had punctured my right lung. That agony I felt as I tried to breathe.

When I fully came to my senses my room was flooded with people….who were these people?

“She’s awake” said one boy who was sitting directly ahead of me. All I could do was furrow my brows, why is he so familiar?

Everyone else had looked my way with red swollen eyes and a sad face. Who am I?

An older woman and older man had immediately called for a nurse

“y/n you had me so scared I thought I lost you” the blonde hair boy said. I’ve seen him before. Who is he? Who am I?

All I could do was look at them confused, really fucking confused.

The nurse had came in immediately taking my vitals

“How are you feeling y/n?” The doctor asked looking at me

“Who?” Was all I could say, as I looked around everyone’s face dropped filling with hurt and concern

“It’s all right you were in a really bad car accident two weeks ago, and your memory will be really bad for a while but with the help of your friends and their parents you should know exactly who you are shortly.” The doctor had said giving me a small smile

Who am I?

In a coma for two weeks? I’ve been stuck in total darkness for far longer….Who am I?

My severe accident was 7 months ago, and I was still struggling to this day trying to remember things and be my true self. Oftentimes Nick would bring up a memory we both shared, and it took some explaining before I could truly remember the exact memory. And when I did remember it was a faint memory almost like it wasn’t mine?

The boys showed me nothing but patience with helping me, after all I did suffer from a traumatic brain injury. The doctor had told them and myself that I may never be the same again. But I gave them hope when I would bring up a memory, or laugh at our inside jokes or even remember a memory either of them had brought up without needing an explanation. But that never lasted long. This feels wrong.

About a month ago I was cleared to travel. The triplets were so sweet staying in Boston for 6 months to make sure I made a full recovery when they could’ve left me to go back to LA. They only left for LA if absolutely necessary, and even then Mary Lou and Jimmy would watch over and make sure I was always okay. It was greatly appreciated but I felt so bad being a burden to their parents when I was just their friend.

We had just arrived in LA, and everything felt so new to me like I’ve never seen California before. But I kept that to myself acting like I’ve been excited for this for the past 4 months when in reality I have no idea why we’re in LA. Matt had been extra careful with me sitting with me on the plane and in the Uber to their house. I greatly appreciated him being so kind to me, but I felt this hurt and pain everytime he was near me trying to help me. This would result in me staring at him trying to read his face, and understand this weird feeling I got with him. There were these faint blurry memories of us, but it feels weird and I can’t really see them, but when I think back to them I’m filled with anxiety and hurt. I never let them know this though I painted a pretty good picture of being my old self…..but who am I?

Upon entering the triplets house I felt strange. I felt weird like this was not where I was supposed to be, but given my injury I brushed that feeling off. I walked into the living room as Nick, Chris and Matt brought the rest of everything in. Instantly I felt a weird sensation causing my back to straight and goose bumps to form all over my body. Almost instantly I heard “upstairs” faintly in my ear. I jumped a little bit and looked around. Matt took notice to this

“Hey are you alright?” He asked, looking at me a little confused. This caused Nick and Chris to turn back and look at me as well.

“Yeah I’m fine I’m just taking this all in. So glad I’m able to be back here with you guys….I didn’t think I would make it” I responded giving a weak smile

“Y/n were so fucking glad you’re feeling better we missed you so much” Chris said running over and engulfing me in a hug. This made me giggle

“CHRIS STOP put me down” I told him laughing loudly. He put me down laughing himself. I walked over to my bag and picked it up heading upstairs when Matt stopped me

“Y/n where are you going? You sleep with Chris” Matt said looking at me a little confused.

Why didn’t I remember that?? I just smiled at him “oh I know I just want to see your podcast room. I remember it wasn’t finished when I was last in LA” I told him. He just gave me a half smile and nodded.

I walked upstairs to the podcast room and immediately the hair stood up on the back of my neck. I felt like I was being watched. I looked around the room, and of course there was nothing there, but why did I remember this room so vividly? I was drawn to the blue seat for some reason, and once again as I sat down I felt shivers up my spine like someone was behind me. God my brain is so fucked from this accident.

Matt’s POV

“Dude something’s not right. Our podcast room has been done since before she went back to Boston.” I said to Nick and Chris

“Matt she suffered blunt force trauma to the head her brain will not remember some of these things. Just how she barely remembers very blatant core memories we’ve all shared with her” Chris told me grabbing a Pepsi out of the fridge

“Yeah Matt it’s slowly coming back to her maybe while she’s up there she’ll remember” Nick told me leaning against the sink

“No guys something’s off that’s not y/n” I said, shaking my head rubbing my eyes and letting out a sigh.

“I promise you she will be okay,” Chris told me, giving me a nod. All I could do was give a half smile and nod my head

Y/N POV

I’ve been napping in Chris’ room for about an hour when I started having a vivid dream of Matt and I.

Matt and I were in the kitchen as I was cooking something for him and his brothers. Him and I both crying laughing at some corny ass joke he said.

“Matt you’re so fucking stupid” I responded holding my stomach and wiping my eye trying to calm myself down

“Dude like why in the fuck would Chris say some shit like that to a girl” he said trying to calm down his laughing after he just made fun of Chris.

“Hey how much sauce do you want on your pasta” I asked him getting ready to put it on a plate for him

“Oh actually I’m going on a date tonight, so I won’t be eating” he said blushing a little bit

There’s that pang of anxiety and hurt in my stomach. Those are the memories

I immediately jumped out of my sleep gripping the side of my head that had been operating on. I just got a sharp stabbing pain and all I could do was squint my eyes shut and whisper “fuck” lowly. I decided to get up and head to the kitchen to eat something and take Advil. When I got up it was about 7pm, and I walked into the kitchen to a box of pizza with a note on the side that said

We went to film a car video and do some stuff at the warehouse! We didn’t want to wake you so we got you some pizza. See you later it read

I just sighed and opened the box taking a slice and grabbing some water and an Advil. I decided to go back to Chris' room and watch tv till I eventually fell asleep again.

2 AM Matt’s POV

I had been sitting on the couch scrolling on tik tok when I heard something drop in the kitchen. Instantly my head shot up to see nobody there. I decided to walk over to the kitchen to see what had dropped, and it happened to be an empty Pepsi can Chris left on the counter. Weird but not weird enough for me to get scared. That is until the kitchen sink turned on and off within 5 seconds. I just stared at it, and told myself I’m just tired and to go to bed. As I turned around to go upstairs Y/N was standing right behind me

“Holy fuck you scared me” I told her clutching my heart

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you” she said walking over to the kitchen table and taking a seat. She was off….very off

“It’s alright I scared myself a bit I thought I was seeing shit” I told her taking a seat across from her

“You weren’t see things” she told me avoiding eye contact

“Did you see it too?” I asked looking down at my phone as a notification went off

“I did it” she said now looking into my eyes

“I may be tired but I’m not fucking stupid. You didn’t do that I was looking right at the sink” I told her rolling my eyes

“I’m not sure who I am” was all she said as she looked at me once again

“Dude you’re really fucking scaring me, so if Nick or Chris put you up to this to freak me out then they won” I told her getting up to grab a water bottle

“You know she was right. I’m up there standing by the gum ball machine” she told me back looking down at her painted nails. Confusion plastered on my face until I remembered

Earlier today we did a podcast with Padi, a woman who’s able to speak with the dead. She had told us there was a female energy standing by our gumball machine watching us, but that she didn’t know who she was or how she got there. I wasn’t buying it at all. It's so easy to tell someone there’s a ghost in their house and make them believe it, but now I was getting a little concerned.

“Y/N I’m not sure what you’re getting at, but I think you need sleep” I told her getting ready to get up

“I’m not Y/N” she said furrowing her brows. Looking hurt

“Well then who are you” I asked her playing into this stupid game Nick and Chris probably made her do.

“Revenant” was all she said looking right through me. I went to speak but she cut me off.

“It’s what you become when you’ve been trapped for so long” she said giving me a weak smile

“I’m not following along, and this needs to stop you’re not revenant you’re Y/N” I told her getting frustrated

“You know something: she really likes you, and you hurt her. She kept feeling this awful hurt and anxiety anytime you were near her because she couldn’t remember these memories, but when I’m with her I see those memories clearly. These are not my memories, and when I’m out of her body tomorrow she won’t remember a single thing” Y/N said to me

“I’m confused” I told her getting a little stressed out

“These things I’m seeing right now these aren’t my memories these are hers, but when I’m in her I see the memories vividly” she repeats again taking a sip of my water

“How can you see memories that are hers, but she can’t see these memories” I asked genuinely confused

“I’m not too sure. I feel as one when I’m with her” she told me shrugging her shoulders

“ I think you should bring Padi back, she might be able to help us” was all she said before she blinked and a very confused Y/N was staring back at me.

“When did I come out here?” She asked looking around very confused

“The joke is over Y/N I’m not scared go back to Chris’ room and go to sleep I’m not feeding into this bullshit” I told her getting up and slamming the chair to the table

“Matt? I’m confused why are you upset with me” she asked with a sad look on her face

I just scoffed at her and went up to my room

Some time had passed a good two weeks, and weird things kept happening to me Y/N had kept her distance except at night when she would come to me in the kitchen as “revenant” and tell me things about my Y/N

I decided to call Padi and tell her I’m experiencing some weird issues to see if she could come back and help us figure out this Revenant/ Y/N issue.

Third Person POV

Matt had gathered Chris, Nick and Y/N to the podcast room after Padi had set her stuff up.

They all sat down, all very confused.

“Okay so Matt what’s the issue” Padi had asked smiling at the young boy

“Well about two weeks ago Y/N had come to me in the kitchen claiming her name was Revenant and that she was the ghost from this room inside Y/Ns body. At first I thought it was some sick joke between the three of them, but when Y/N wouldn’t speak to me during the day but then “revenant” would speak to me at night I was confused.” Matt had told the older woman

“Matt what the fuck is reallt going on” Chris and Nick both said

“Listen Matt whatever this bullshit is pertaining to me is fucked up and has to stop” Y/N said

“I agree so let’s see what Padi has to say about all this to really make sure yall aren’t in on some weird joke” I told them

Padis eyebrows raised and she immediately had something to say

“She’s here with us” Padi said looking around

“This is fucking crazy” Chris said rolling his eyes

“Yeah I fucking agree” Nick said a little annoyed and scared

“She’s saying her name is Revenant which means Ghost because that’s how she’s been living her life for some time now” Padi said

“Guys this is fucking insane” Y/N said laughing at how stupid we all looked

“She’s saying she had an instant connection with Y/N because in her body she was able to see these memories that Y/N couldn’t remember. Is this correct?” Padi asked us

“I mean I can remember, but it takes some convincing” Y/N said

“You heard something that night when you came up here. You heard “upstairs” in your ear” Padi told Y/N. The color immediately drained from her face

“That explains why you said you wanted to see the podcast room. Our podcast room had already been done before we went to Boston, and you had even filmed a mock podcast with us in here” Matt said looking at Y/N

“My brain was scrambled from the injury” was all Y/N said

“You heard it and you sat in that chair when you felt something standing behind you” Padi told her

“I mean I did, but I’m not following along” Y/N said now sitting up and closer to the table

“Y/N you can’t remember many things because these memories aren’t yours. You’re fighting for something that never happened. You had feelings but you couldn’t remember” Padi said

“Every times I’m near Matt I feel hurt and anxiety, but I could never see our memories” Y/N said glancing over to Matt

“Revenant says she gave you a dream showing you when that hurt happened” Padi said looking over at Y/N who now was trying to avoid eye contact with everyone

“She says she showed you the day you and Matt were in the kitchen laughing about a joke he made about Chris, and when you went to offer him food he told you he had a date. She describes how you felt hurt and like all those times you showed Matt how you truly felt it went over your head. She tells me you really like the kid and that’s why you’re sending anxiety and hurt” paid had told Y/N. At this point Y/N was looking down in embarrassment and Matt felt a blush creep up on his cheeks.

“She did show me that dream, but that’s not my memory I don’t remember that” Y/N said finally looking up at everyone confused as ever

Padi looks at Y/N in a questioning way, and then almost instantly has a light bulb moment.

“Would you let Revenant take over and talk for you” Padi asks, Y/N just slightly nods and looks down. Instantly her head snaps back up and looks around.

“I love doing that” Revenant said

“In her body what do you see” Padi asks

“I actually can not believe this is happening” Nick said shocked

“Shut the fuck up” Matt and Chris both said

“In her body I see everything. Every single memory is clear as day and this unconditional love for Matt, and this brotherly bond with Nick and Chris. This is why I like taking over her body, so I can chat with Matt because she won’t she’s scared, and when I talk to him I feel at peace” Revenant said who was actually Y/N?? Man who knows what’s going on right now

“I think I know what’s going on here” Padi said, smiling brightly. “Nick ask her a very specific question, maybe a memory that you’ve told her but in the past she couldn’t remember” Padi said looking at Nick, he nods and looks over at Y/N

“Do you remember last summer you came over, and you were balling your eyes out? Last time I asked you this was 3 months ago, and you told me you couldn’t remember, and I had to fill you in and then you did say you remembered, but I know you didn’t. Do you remember now what you were crying about?” Nick had asked looking at Y/N, instantly her eyes lit up and she nodded her head

“Oh this is embarrassing. I ran into your arms crying because I told you Matt would never see me the way I saw him, and all he did was rub it in my face how many dates he went on, and no matter how much I would do for him he just didn’t like me back” she said almost wanting to cover her mouth after

“Holy shit” Nick said looking back at Padi

She nodded and asked the same of Matt. Matt then said “Do you remember when you came back from that date, and I was being really mean to you and telling you that I hoped the relationship wouldn’t work out” Matt had asked

“Yeah I do, and once again I ran to Nick sobbing into his arms and asking him why you hated me so much” she said, eyes getting glossy as she looked down.

“Well I never meant that I was actually super jealous of the guy and so really wanted to go out with you instead of that loser” Matt replied back to her, her cheeks got so read and she flashed a big smile

“Well if it makes you feel any better I actually got stood up, but was too embarrassed to come home, so I stood out for an extra hour” Y/N said to Matt. But instantly everyone’s head perched up

“WAIT!” The three boys said in unison.

“What do you mean I, you just swud I? But you’re a fucking ghost” Chris said freaked out, and to this Y/N shrugged her shoulders and looked at Padi

“Well you see what happens is when two people are losing their lives and their souls are trying to get back to their bodies, sometimes the wrong soul attaches to the wrong body. This would explain why Y/N was never able to fully recover or remember anything that happened, and why she felt so attached to this podcast room” Padi said waiting for the boys to catch on

“So??” They all said

“Well you see while Y/N was in her coma her soul was fighting to get back to her body, but instead another dying soul ended up attaching itself to her body, and well Y/N actual soul came back to a second place she calls home which is this house! Although this was 7 months of her being here, to her ghost it would feel like eternity. And after a while you start to realize you’re probably dead therefore giving herself the name Revenant which is another fancy word for ghost ” Padi said to the four stunned people

“Now there is a way to get Y/N back to her actual body, and set that random soul inside of her free; because that soul probably doesn’t have its real body to go back to” she adds

“Well what do we have to do” they all asked

“Mmm you’re not going to like this idea and it may never work which means you’ll be stuck with a random soul who doesn’t know you, and Y/N will truly be dead forever” Padi said. They all looked at each other thinking of what to say

Matt started “I think we’ll…..”

To be continued

Pt. 1 this is kinda based on Layla by Colleen Hoover<3

HIIII everyone this was my first imagine after not writing for like 6 years, so please be nice to me🥹❤️

I love writing so much, and I hope yall enjoyed this I know it was a long read😙😙

[666writingcafe]

Trouble is Brewing

MC

My head is killing me. Even with my eyes closed, it's pounding hard enough that I feel like it's going to break free at any moment.

Immediately, I'm reminded of the restaurant incident, and my stomach sinks. I didn't destroy anything again, did I?

"I think they're awake." A soft, low voice. Lucifer, maybe?

"MC, can you hear me?" Is that Diavolo? I can only muster a thumbs up, as even a quick nod will make my headache that much worse. Someone murmurs what sounds like a spell, and the pain begins dissipating. Must have been a healing one.

Once I'm able to open my eyes, I take in my surroundings. The three of us are in Diavolo's room. Lucifer and I are on the couch, and my back is up against his chest. Meanwhile, Diavolo is crouching in front of me, a kind yet concerned smile on his face.

"What happened?" I ask, sounding incredibly sleepy.

"What's the last thing you remember?" Lucifer replies. I have to think for a second, but then the memory comes to me.

"We were on stage, waiting for the song chosen for our dance battle to play. I remember hearing the first few seconds and being surprised that the song in question was from the human world, and then..." I trail off as the mental picture gets fuzzy. "I'm sorry. I can't seem to recall anything else."

"That's quite alright," Diavolo comforts.

"And understandable," Lucifer adds.

"Did I black out during our performance?" The two men share a worried glance, making me nervous. I hope I didn't do anything embarrassing.

"That's about the best way to describe it, yes," Diavolo answers. "You experienced a magic-induced blackout." What?

"You became so focused on your performance that you started glowing," Lucifer continues. "By the time the song was over, it was clear to both of us that you were completely checked out, like your mind decided to take a vacation and leave your body behind." Well, that's terrifying.

"Thankfully, the song talked about the dancer becoming the dance, so people thought that your performance depicted that perfectly," Diavolo states. Wait, so does that mean...?

"Did I win?" I ask. Diavolo nods.

"Until the next bloody moon, you will be considered the most honored and respected person in the Devildom."

"Do I have to start wearing fancy clothes now?" Diavolo laughs heartily, while Lucifer quietly chuckles.

"Just keep being yourself," the latter responds, pecking me on the cheek. "That's the best part about you." As much as I want to relish in the sweet moment, there's a more pressing matter that must be addressed before I can truly relax.

"Did anything else happen while I was in my weird magical blackout?"

"What do you mean?" Diavolo inquires.

"Well, did any cracks show up on the floor or ceiling?"

"Fortunately, no." He pauses. "However, something did occur outside the walls of RAD." Oh no...did I somehow demolish a monument or something?

"We didn't find out until we got settled in here," he continues. "We knew that you weren't in any condition to go out and party with everyone else, and the only person that was bound to disturb us here was Barbatos, so we figured that this was the best location for you to recover in."

"Just as Diavolo sat down, his phone buzzed, and a few seconds after he saw what it was about, he grew serious," Lucifer takes over. "I asked him if everything was alright, and he just shook his head as he gave me his phone."

"One of the demons Solomon has a pact with was on his way home from the bloody moon event, and that involved him cutting through the primeval forest," Diavolo explains. "He nearly lost his balance on one of the cliffs, as it had been hit with an enormous landslide that took out one of its sides. He couldn't see the bottom of the cliff, even when standing right on the edge and looking straight down. He took pictures and sent them to Solomon, who sent them to me." And if Diavolo in turned showed them to Lucifer, then Lucifer probably wondered how such a thing could occur in that particular location, which means that Diavolo probably explained...

Lucifer knows, doesn't he?

I don't blame Diavolo for telling him. Lucifer is his right-hand man, after all. It was only a matter of time before he would have to reveal everything.

And yet...

It's not until two sets of arms wrap around me that I realize that I've started crying.

[7grandmel]

Todays rip: 06/02/2024

He is Back.

Season 6 No Album Release (Read More)

Ripped by eg_9371

Requested by Alex Worm and an anonymous reader!

Hey, so, SiIva Team - what the fuck is the deal with the goat?

Like, SiIvaGunner hasn't exactly been a stranger to creepy rips, particularly during its early years. On *** EVERYTHING IS FINE ***, for instance, I talked about the legendary horror that rips of the game "Barbie Horse Adventures: Blue Ribbon Race" have instilled into the audience thanks to just one rip back in Season 1, and we of course have Netyasha Roozi's excellent annual PlayStation Console BIOS rips of every Halloween, such as Play In MissingNo's Station. Yet, for as ominous and spooky as these rips are, I at least feel like I sort of GET them. Even four years on from its debut on the channel, I still don't know what the hell to make of "the standing goat".

Beginning with a rip of Cave Story's Mimiga Town theme back in Season 4 Episode 2, the confusion was immediately apparent - the 10 second video featured in the rip is from a moderately-popular Instagram post describing the goat statue's creepiness factor, and the song used is an arrangement of Pissy Pamper by Young Nudy and Playboi Carti - to my knowledge, with zero actual relation to one another. And sure, Mimigas in Cave Story are fuzzy little guys in an ominous world, that kind of befits the standing goat video - but the thing was, after this video's explosion in confusing reception, the goat just KEPT showing up. He would be recreated in different per-game artstyles like Deltarune and Ace Attorney, yet never properly...explained?

Yet, most bizarre of all, it seems as if for a small while the channel was playing at some sort of culmination to all of its buildup. During DJ Professor K's one-day takeover, an otherwise inconspicuous rip had the message "He is coming." hidden in its description - only for said rip to be followed up by Game Over/Password - Altered Beast, an arrangement of Pissy Pamper that effectively jumpscares you with the goat's presence by the end of it. The message hidden in its description? "He is here. Run.". And this Altered Beast rip was also part of an already-existing pattern with rips featuring the goat: "Memory", "Mysterious Crash", "Good Night", "Game Over" - several rips utilizing the creature seemed to explicitly be hinting at something far more ominous than what the video alone lets on.

Which brings us to the first true descent into this madness, one that stood out like nothing else quite did during Season 6's Halloween event: He is Back. In an event otherwise characterized by its lighthearted use of David S. Pumpkins, in-universe contextualized as little more than a fun halloween party, there's something yet more unsettling about the goat we've all been wondering about, reappearing in a rip that feels flat-out dangerous in atmosphere. The messages from the video description continue, this time saying - "Look behind you. I said, look behind you." - as if there's someone we aren't aware of attempting to save us from whatever this...creature is trying to achieve on the channel. Althewhile, the Pissy Pamper audio instrumental added on top makes what's otherwise primarily garbled noise from P.T.'s radio stations turn into a...surprisingly listenable, sort of glitch-hop-like banger?

The video end by leaving us with more questions than answers, as the video abruptly cuts to an error screen with the words "HE IS HERE" repeating over and over in many languages. And since He is Back's upload, we've...barely seen the goat anywhere. There's been yet one more possible development to his story, during Season 7's "The Cult of Proto" event, yet his fate and relevance to the channel remains as mysterious as it did many years ago.

For all that has and hasn't happened in the later Seasons of SiIvaGunner, I truly do love that mysteries like this still linger within the channel's mythos. And yeah, deep down I do know that these goat videos aren't meant to be amounting to anything bigger - they're just a silly, bizarre in-joke that's gradually taken on more and more creepy undertones. But there is something genuinely fun about that progression even having happened in the first place, isn't there? The goat could've easily just been left as one of many wacky out-of-nowhere jokes that Season 4s episodes debuted, yet he's been quietly sticking around, used by a small handful of rippers who seemingly have more in stock for the little guy than one would first think.

I, for one, welcome our good friend Billy with open arms.

[startseeingstars]

Collision Path - Mike 5lbs of Pressure

CH11 Maddi’s POV 🎶 Daddy Issues - The Neighbourhood 🎶

TW - sexual themes, drugs, mentions of abuse

I flung a G-string at Mike as he loaded his washing into the machine and watched it hit him in the side of his face. I chuckled as he rolled his eyes.

“Nice shot.” He leant down and picked up the panties.

“Do I get to keep this pair?” He winked and I stifled another laugh.

“Sure. They aren’t mine though.” I admitted and he scrunched his face up, immediately dropping the underwear to the floor.

“Seriously?” He asked and I nodded, pressing start on my machine.

“If you want to see mine again, you'll have to come back to the club.” I teased playfully. He ran his hands through his hair, inadvertently flexing his biceps. I let my gaze linger for a moment too long and he noticed.

“I can think of another way.” His voice was husky through his smirk as he winked at me.

I blushed, looking away briefly as my phone vibrated wildly in my pocket.

My phone was flooded with text messages from an unsaved number. I opened them and read them from the beginning, feeling my heart sink as I realised it was my ex.

He’d found my new number, clearly. As I read the threatening messages, my hands began to shake slightly. The memories of all the horrible things he put me through came flooding back.

Suddenly, Mike was beside me and he looked over the messages briefly before he took the phone from my hands. I didn’t protest as he shoved it in his pocket, ignoring it as it continued to buzz. He just held me close, embracing me in his scent of smoke and cologne.

After a few minutes, the buzzing stopped and I sniffled, pulling away from him as I quickly wiped the few stray tears that had escaped.

“Let me handle it.” He whispered and I nodded - having no desire to relive the traumatic events I’d been through any more.

He took the phone and sent a photo of himself flipping the bird and sent it off with a message - something to the effect of ‘wrong number asshole’ before he blocked it.

I sighed, mentally drained. Mike’s hand reached out for mine and he gave it a soft squeeze.

“Want to get high?”

I laughed a little at his abrupt proposal but nodded.

We sat on my couch, passing each other the joint. Buffy had curled up on Mike’s lap immediately after he’d sat down. She generally hated people, so I took her affection as a sign that I could trust him.

We were quiet for a little while, but eventually, I’d given him the run down of what happened with my ex - why I’d moved here in the first place. He sat quietly, listening intently as I recounted my past.

Once I’d finished, he gave my knee a squeeze.

“I’m sorry you went through all that. You deserve a lot better.” His voice was soft and I smiled.

“Yeah, I do.” I inched myself closer to him and rested my head on the back of the couch as I looked at him thoughtfully. He smiled - eyes a little glazed over.

“Wanna play some music?” He asked and I nodded.

“I'll grab my guitar.” He leant forward and pressed his lips to my forehead before he left.

I blushed, laying back briefly and enjoying the fuzzy brain feeling.

He returned shortly with his guitar and sat down, fiddling with the tuning pegs as I sat up.

“You know this one?” He asked, fingers beginning to pluck at the strings delicately and I nodded, grinning.

“One of my favourites.” He beamed at my answer and began playing a familiar song.

I sang along, not nearly as nervous as I had been the other night - maybe it was the weed. He hummed a little as he played and I found it endearing. Giggles interrupted the song a couple of times from him playing a chord wrong, or me forgetting the words from being fried.

The way his fingers worked over the strings had my brain fighting a battle of dirty thoughts vs lyrics.

As the song ended, he smiled and something inside me melted as I stared at him for a while.

“You’re high as shit.” He smirked and I kicked him playfully.

“Am not.” He placed the guitar aside and sat facing me.

“C’mere then.” He pulled me toward him and I willingly sat on his lap, straddling him. He squinted slightly and stared into my eyes. “Are fuckin’ too.” He muttered, making me giggle.

Suddenly, I felt his hands grip my waist lightly and his eyes darkened as he swallowed. I felt a shift in the energy between us - a flame that craved more heat.

I held his neck softly and leaned in.

His lips were softer than I’d expected, pillowy against my own. I felt sparks across my skin as our lips moved in sync and we breathed each other in, finally giving in to the desire we’d been tormenting for days.

Shamelessly, I rocked my hips against him slowly, unable to think of anything other than being as close to him as possible.

His fingers dug into the flesh of my waist encouragingly as my hands travelled to his hair, deepening our kiss.

He let a moan escape into my mouth and I almost whimpered at the sound, feeling a familiar wetness begin to pool between my thighs. His track pants were accommodating, allowing me to feel the extent of his excitement against my own.

He pulled away from my mouth slightly as his phone rang, breathing heavily as I still tasted his lips - a strangely intoxicating mix of weed, smoke and mint.

He declined the call without hesitation and tossed the phone aside as he kissed me again hungrily.

His hands ran up my shirt along my back, pulling me closer to him as I felt his hips bucking slightly - desperate to create more friction.

His phone rang again but we ignored the buzzing, unable to keep our hands off one another. His tongue licked my bottom lip lightly before he bit it, earning a small moan from me as I tugged at his shirt, begging for it to be off his body. He broke away just long enough to rip it off before his hands made their way up the front of my shirt.

I gasped as his calloused fingers groped my breast and pinched my nipples. His full lips moved from mine to my jaw, trailing down my neck to my collarbone where he began to lick gently and sink his teeth into my skin.

Loud knocking on the door startled us apart and he groaned. Catching my breath, realised it was Leff.

“Fuck off.” Mike called out to him, clearly agitated but Leff continued to bang on my door.

I slid off Mike and stormed over, furiously opening it.

“Do you fuckin’ mind?” I snapped. He glared at me coldly, ignoring my question.

“Don’t ignore my fucking calls.” He practically snarled past me at Mike. “Get your ass downstairs. There’s work.” He didn’t even glance at me or wait for a reply before he left, heading down the stairs.

I slammed the door shut and groaned in frustration. Mike was angry, but he threw his shirt back on and grabbed his phone.

His eyes avoided mine as I stared at him, a little rocked from the interruption.

Holding a hand to my waist, he leaned in and pressed his lips to my temple, lingering for a moment.

“Sorry, doll.”

[troutfur]

Twigkit and Violetkit trying to cope with being apart in the days after they're first seperated

And here we go for my last pick of the original batch!

Now AVoS is admittedly one arc I do not have much fondness for or recollection of. BUT! I did say I read the first half of it and this is one of the precious few female-character centric prompts. Not to mention one of my oldest. Plus the fact Twig and Violet are so young gives me a lot of leeway characterization-wise. So, sure, let's give it a spin!

Violet was my choice PoV here. Let's see where this leads us.

(Want to submit a prompt? Check my guidelines and send 'em in! I am going to soon purge the inbox of submissions made before yesterday so I need plenty to last me the last 15 days of the month.)

That defining day was but a blurr in Violetshine’s memory. The mass of unfamiliar cats with their mingling scents surrounding her and her sister. The shouts as the leaders argued while projecting their thunderous voices across the whole of the island. The utter refusal to the move, her pinlike claws trying desperately to keep ahold of the ground as she was picked up by the scruff. The hoarseness of her tiny throat as she mewled in protest. The images had faded, it was not like they had ever been that clear to begin really, but the sensations and the emotions, it was all etched deep into her mind.

But much as the event in itself was ever fuzzy, not so much from age, she could remember much more vividly all that had come after as she was carried from the island through the moors and through the forest where her home had been the last couple of days into that damp, musty, overcast territory, into that place where the full moon could barely glimmer. Looking back, Violetshine wondered if such a first impression would have always made the place not feel at all like home, if had the Clan that brought her up been kinder she would have still ended up wanting to leave.

Then again the hostility had also been something that she had felt from her very first impression...

A growl rose in Pebbleshine’s throat just as Rowanclaw tried to deposit Violetkit alongside her own litter. “What are you doing!” she demanded, not really even a hint of a question in her voice. “How do you come back with a kitten of all things?!”

Her soon-to-be littermates were agitated at that, stuck between curiosity at the new bundle being brought to their nest and an immediate rejection at the foreign smell that clung to her. In emulation of their mother they also took on a defensive attitude, recoiling but sticking out their pelts while pawing at her. Their diminutive claws were out, not a body part they could really control yet but still very much out.

They were older than her. Not by much but enough to make their difference in size noticeable and the outsider kitten stick out all the more like a twisted claw.

Of the words exchanged between Rowanstar and the black-furred queen Violetkit had only caught glimpses, all the while recoiling from the Clanborn kits trying to defend their territory. “ThunderClan”, “prophecy”, “fair”, and “our right”. But there was also “Clanborn”, “crowded”, “distract”, and “their right”.

The only mind the affair between the kittens was being paid was by the ocassional interruption by their attempt to grasp at Violetkit by a swipe of their mother’s tail.

“Fine,” Rowanstar finally agreed. “She’ll sleep with me until your kittens are properly accustomed to her. But I’m going to expect that you put of your part to make this happen. I won’t be able to keep her with me forever.”

“And I will,” Pinenose replied. “Oh you believe me I will.” She turned towards her kittens once again and swept them off just as they were beginning to get rauccous once again. “But not now. Least you could’ve done was make sure I was not trying to rest before springing a task upon me.”

With that, Violetkit was brought alongside Rowanstar’s mate to rest in the leader’s den. She nestled on the gap just under Tawnypelt’s chin.

It wasn’t a particularly restful night from there. Not even from the attempt at licks of comfort.

[robo-drake09]

Sandy Lore and HCs!

Ft. a bit of Leondy at the end 💚💜

In honour of Sandy's birthday (Sept. 18) which I had missed 😭😭. Had to cook these HCs up properly to give them all the justice he deserves 🌠

Summary: a headcanon of mine regarding Sandy's potential and possible backstory. Has mentions of the Mystic trio's connection to the stars, their beliefs, and, at the end, some thoughts on the Shaman trio's beliefs in parallel to them.

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To start us off: I was inspired by Halley’s Comet for these headcanons.

Halley’s Comet is an astronomical event that follows the cycle of the comet that passes by earth every 75-79 years. I may interchange with Halley’s Comet or just a general comet that is the center of this hc.

Sandy, in my eyes, is the current chosen child of the stars. Holding a unique connection to the cosmos above. His, along with the rest of the Mystic Trio’s culture and beliefs, revolve around the endless space and the stars above. The Mystic Trio’s power is related directly to these, Sandy especially. As mentioned at the start, he is the current chosen child of the stars. The starchild. That's what they usually call the chosen ones. There is no pattern, bloodline, or any exact way to determine which person is the starchild at first, but there is somewhat of a way to sense it. They are one with the stars, and therefore, their fate lies with them. These select few are those blessed with special abilities, be that visions of the future, knowledge, immense power. It changes depending on the starchild or how they utilize their abilities. These powers may manifest at ages as young as 7 or even up to their teen years.

Tara found him on her travels, and almost immediately, she could tell he was different. There is no pattern, bloodline, or any way to determine which person is the starchild, but there is somewhat of a way to sense it. While Tara is able to tell a person’s future and possible paths, this successfully being the Park’s mysterious fortune teller, she had trouble with this boy. She couldn’t see anything in his future. Almost as if it was not her place to see, shrouded in a veil of sand. From here, she made it her mission to protect this child and try to figure out what he’s capable of. If he truly was the starchild, she would discover that through training and practice. It would be considered an honour to her in that way.

So, coming back to Halley’s comet. Let’s say this concept is the idea of what happens to the starchildren, as well as any of the people aligned with their culture. Those that follow these concepts believe that in every person, there are remnants of stardust from the very creation of the world. When they pass away, they rejoin the stars, the stardust rejoining it and adding to the endless cosmos that hold the essence of life, adding their own soul to that blanket of stars.

The starchild also follows the same fate. Howeber, they're able to become a beacon of sorts for the people still here on Earth. Starchildren become shooting stars, flying off in space, unbound by earth vessels anymore. Halley’s Comet (perhaps going by a different name once I fully flesh out a story) was the first starchild, now a beautiful star in the sky that comes by every 75~ years. It serves as a symbol of pride, a sign to say, “I'm still here after all these years. You'll make it through these times and one day join up here.” Then she’ll continue adventuring.

Gene has actually seen this comet many times throughout his lifetime. He’s been able to watch it with past starchildren, teachers, and every time he’s always so excited for that time period to see it too. Especially now as his brain has been stuck in the lamp, it’s possible he remembers the comet, yet doesn’t remember it exactly cause his memories are fuzzy. He can sort of experience that first beautiful sighting again.

While on the topic, the brightest stars in the sky are usually considered the founders of the powers originating in the stars. The North star, Polaris, is a symbol of hope. Then we have the brightest star in the sky (as of now I don’t have an exact example, but it seems like Sirius is a potential one?), seen as the Mother Star for all who are a part of this culture as the Mystic trio are.

Now, for a small addition with Leon and Sandy! Plus, some thought into the Shaman trio’s view on life as well.

Side note, I headcanon Leon as 13 and Sandy as 14. I know there's much conflict regarding these ages, but I have my evidence as well if anyone has issues. 🙏 I’ve HCed them this way for years. If you’re not a fan of the ship, just don’t go past the section below. Thanks!

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Still here to read? Aight, LET’S GO!!!

For some context, these two haven’t quite revealed their feelings about each other just yet. They’re just slightly pining, or just good friends at this point. Silly crushes yk?

One evening, Sandy invites Leon to the palace (current home of the Mystic Trio) to watch the comet, as it’s a very special event that only happens once every 70~ years! Leon’s excited, following Sandy all the way up to the top where they sit with some blankets and snacks.

Sandy of the two is the quieter one, that’s no surprise. What is a surprise however, is when Sandy is the more talkative one this evening. He starts telling Leon about the importance of this comet, and how he’s grateful that he agreed to watch it with him. He starts talking about how significant it is to their beliefs, as well as its importance to his own power according to Tara. The light of the comet would help him really feel that connection to the cosmos, and thus help him discover his abilities lying dormant.

The talk about how they believe the comet is such an important figure, an inspiration. As well as their beliefs about how one day they'll return to the skies as well… it really resonated with Leon. It's the first he's heard of this, actually. It's almost like an honour to be able to hear this sort of stuff. It's the one of the few times, perhaps maybe the first, that Sandy actually explained these concepts to him. To be so vulnerable for a moment to explain how he views life…truly, it's an honour.

It gives a sense of relatability with Leon, as the Shaman trio have a similar, yet different take. For the Shaman Trio (perhaps their tribe? Collection of tribes?), it is believed people are born from ancient, archaic souls of nature itself. Something that has been around since the start and will continue to live on long after they're gone. Their souls are born into vessels, living life and experiencing it all for the first time, before returning home to nature and the cycle to repeat again when it's ready. While the concepts are so different (returning to the stars vs. returning to the earth), there's this cycle that occurs with life and death.

Perhaps Leon sees a side of Sandy he hasn't before. A new sense of respect for the little dude.

There's a tiny scene I'd like to add as well. Allow me a moment to write it out:

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Sandy stares up at the stars, the light of the comet shining upon them as it goes shooting by. The glowing tail streaks across the sky, flickering with life and colour. He feels himself smiling, leaning his head on Leon's shoulder to rest.

"You know, when I rejoin the stars…I hope I can become a shooting star too." His voice is soft, yet subtly confident with its hopes.

Leon looked down at him, blinking. He let his hood down, running a hand through his brown curls as his heterochromatic eyes gazed upon the shooting star above.

"…yeah. I'm sure you will, one day."

Sandy hums in response, feeling the subtle confidence Leon had in his voice. It felt nice to hear someone affirm it for him.

They stay in silence as they watch the night sky. At some point, Leon wrapped an arm around Sandy… just because it was a bit chilly, of course. He chose to focus on the sights above them as Sandy relaxed against his shoulder.

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By the end of the night, Leon comes out of it with a bit more wisdom. Not only with the new knowledge of what Sandy has shared, but a bit more understanding towards his own beliefs. Again, it's one of the first times he's heard something so different, yet the same at the heart of it. It's nice.

Also, EXTRA extra stuff but feel free to imagine any ship you love watching the comet all at the same time ♡ imagine all the brawlers in their respective areas, all united under this one astronomical event. A once in a lifetime experience for sure.

If you made it this far, thank you for reading! I made a good chunk of these headcanons with a friend, and I thought a few days after Sandy's birthday would be the perfect time to share it.

[mentalisttraceur-software]

After trying Magit for a bit, I ended up doing my own simple+minimal thing for Git in Emacs, built on a generic function I wrote. The only piece I'm using from Magit is the with-editor package.

I wrote a function which pops open a buffer to run a command. The buffer is named after the full command. I can supply context which is added to the buffer name after the command, or override the name entirely. The buffer is created if it doesn't already exist. By "pops open", I meant the same way that for example the help buffer is popped open, with `pop-to-buffer` - I call it `pop-to-command`.

(I actually have two variants of the function - one runs the command in a raw terminal emulator buffer, and one runs it in an Eshell buffer with terminal emulation. Both use the Eat terminal emulator package. I use the Eshell+Eat variant for this, because it keeps my keybinds+UX more consistent+ergonomic, has TRAMP integration, and lets the with-editor package do its magic.)

(Because I'm using Evil for the greater efficiency+ergonomics of vi-style modal keybindings/UX, I wrap the base function to add a modal nicety: When the command starts, the buffer is put into vi "insert" state (or the "Emacs" state in the case of no-Eshell-just-Eat variant), so that I can interact directly with the command. When the command terminates, the buffer is automatically put into vi "normal" state, so that I automatically return to the keybinds I use for switching/manipulating Emacs buffers, windows, etc.)

I then have a wrapper function to run Git commands with that pop-to-command function, using the current buffer's Git repository as the context.

So let's say I'm editing a file inside a Git repo I have cloned at `~/code/my-cool-project`, I save some changes, and I'm ready to stage them. I hit a keybind, and Emacs pops a buffer named `*eshell: git add -p (~/code/my-cool-project)*`. Since it's running `git add -p`, I am just using the normal Git CLI to review and stage hunks. Same knowledge and muscle memory that works outside of Emacs. Same diff view as outside of Emacs, which would be worse than Magit but lets me reuse better-than-Magit diff improvements like git-delta and difftastic. In the very rare event that I need the granularity of the "e" action in `git add -p`, that opens in my current Emacs instance thanks to with-editor. (Naturally I also have keybinds for the "-p" versions of git checkout, git reset, and git stash.)

When I'm ready to commit, I hit another keybind, and Emacs pops a buffer named `*eshell: git commit (~/code/my-cool-project)*`. Thanks to with-editor, that immediately opens the commit message for editing in Emacs itself, in the same window. When I'm done editing, my normal "save and close" keybind makes the commit - I can also quit without saving to abort the commit. (I monkey-patched with-editor using Emacs' "advice" so that if I save and then quit as two separate Emacs commands, the change is still left saved in Git's COMMIT_EDITMSG file even though the commit isn't made, as would normally happen with any other editor.) Naturally, I have a separate keybind for `git commit -‍-amend`.

Magit automatically always shows the staged diff in a separate buffer while writing/amending a commit. I don't normally need that, but it's really nice to have when I do. I get this on-demand because I have two more keybinds: one for `*eshell: git diff (<current-repo>)*` and one for `*eshell: git diff -‍-staged (<current-repo>)*`. Or sometimes I just leave the `*eshell: git add -p (...)*` buffer open until I'm done commiting.

Of course I also have keybinds for other git commands that I regularly want: git log [-p], git reflog, git pull, git push [-‍-tags] [-‍-force], and so on. Anything I use often enough to get annoyed by the handful of keystrokes it takes me to open Eshell and execute that command from a fuzzy-find on my shell history. (The only Git operation I don't handle this way is blame - I use the built-in vc-annotate for that, configured to wrap lines instead of truncating. The indirection of Eshell-running-Git-running-a-pager doesn't bother me with diffs and logs, but it bothers me in blame due to the different patterns in reading/navigation/search/copying. Also the color-coding by age is nice, and the step-back-through-blame-history feature is one I find valuable when I have to do code archeology to figure out the cause or intent of code which doesn't make sense.)

I have a nice keybind for `quit-window` in these run-one-command buffers which doesn't make sense in normal Eat and Eshell buffers. (Because I'm using Evil, this nice keybind is the mere "q" in vi "normal" state, which overlaps wonderfully with the "q" that you get in the default `less` pager when doing `git log` and so on. So for example I just hit "q" once to quit the log command and once more to quit the window - so I keep the benefits of totally decoupled composition where these pieces don't have to understand/track/assume anything about each other, while still getting something so ergonomic and intuitive that I never notice any delays, mistakes, or cognitive load.)

For me this approach covers basically all the value that I would get from Magit, without any of the rare-but-annoying latencies that I sometimes hit with Magit (or common-and-annoying latencies that I always hit with Magit when using Emacs in Termux on my Android phones). I sorta, theoretically, very very very rarely, miss the ability to just put my cursor on a diff hunk and stage/unstage it with a key stroke, or drill down into the diff for just one commit when already looking at a log. But I basically don't miss it - because it would only save me a few seconds and a handful of keystrokes. I don't miss Magit automatically reusing the diff buffer for staged and unstaged diffs, making it impossible to see both side-by-side. I really don't miss Magit asking me to save the file every time I asked for a Git diff. So I gain some value this way too.

I have some desire to eventully put the pop-to-command functions into their own package on the Non-GNU ELPA, and maybe do the same with my minimal Git wrappers if there's demand.

[author-chan06]

Remus Sanders & Me

Remus Sanders:

General Personal Info:

Name: Remus Octo Royals

Age: 29

Pronouns: Any, Including Neos

Gender: Agender

Orientation: Panromantic, Pansexual

From: Sanders Sides

Canon Compliant Personality? Mostly

Relationship With Me: Brother, Lover

Backstory Of Us:

I started watching Sanders Sides around, uh I’d say around the end of 2021/beginning of 2022, and it didn’t take me long to get through the entire series and any other content I could get my hands on. You could say I was obsessed, which is pretty common for me honestly but this one lasted a bit longer than normal and was even more intense (the only one that got close before would be my BatJokes obsession)

But eventually that dropped away, also normal, though I still sometimes watched it again for comfort or read fics and looked at fanart, just not all the time and it wasn’t the only think I read/watched. So that should be the end of it, right? I thought so at the time too. But it wasn’t.

The longer I interacted with the fandom and the longer I wrote for it the more something felt… off. And then I started reading remrom.

I found authors that write it really well, and I started shipping it avidly, even writing my own little things and thinking about it.

That’s when the memories started up. They were sporadic and they weren’t very detailed, yet, but I started remembering a life I’d never lived, I started remembered doing things that I’d never done before. I started remembering doing things that were physically impossible.

I started remembering life as Roman, one of Thomas’ sides, and I was confused, worried, and I felt a bit like I was losing it. I don’t believe in reincarnation, or even an afterlife, so these memories were… worrying. I worried for a while, until eventually I started getting used to the memories, until I started getting used to the way my mind immediately responded to things about Roman as if they were talking about me.

Now don’t get me wrong, I still don’t believe in reincarnation and I don’t think I actually used to be Roman. But I’ve stopped trying to fight the idea that my brain likes. So now I let myself respond to the Roman stuff and I treat the memories like they’re real even though it’s probably just a trauma coping mechanism.

And one of the things I remember from when I was Roman was that Remus and I were dating. I was sort of dating the others as well, but Remus and I were more official and more serious, romantic wise. We had been sort of dating as children and as adults, after all the events you guys saw in canon, we decided to fuck it all and made it official. After a while. Perhaps about two years after canon got to? That sounds about right, even if time is fuzzy from back then. And we were… good. Despite the whole incest thing, or pseudo-incest I suppose. I’m still not sure how exactly that works, after we got together officially we just stopped thinking about it, as I — I admit, guiltily— still felt morally dirty about our relationship.

We were inseparable, just like we used to be, and we often cuddled and sometimes, when one of us was feeling especially awful, we would squeeze each other hard and squeeze our eyes shut and pretend we were still the King, that we were still together like that, that we had never been ripped apart, that we were whole again.

I don’t remember how Thomas died, or what exactly happened, but I remember vague things into our older ages before it just… ends.

And then here I am.

It’s a bit strange. Like I didn’t know any of these things, I didn’t remember anything until I watched the series, but well, once I started remembering, I couldn’t stop. And then I started missing the others. I missed Remus and the closeness we had. The understanding that we shared without even trying. The wholeness that we only got when we were together. Without him I felt so… lost, in pain, hollow. I didn’t know how to handle it other than looking at remrom stuff, looking at people who loved us, watching the others go through things I remember and listening to our songs on repeat.

Until I found the Tumblr selfship community not long ago. Now I’ve started using that to cope with the grieving/longing for the others that has stabbed so darkly into me at all times even if I wasn’t thinking about it. Now I let myself think that Remus would still love me this way, that he still loves me and cares and that we’re still together. He’s still my brother/lover to this day, and he will always be important to me.

Even if in this world he is fictional to everyone else, she will never be only fictional to me.

Relationship Info:

Anniversary: June 25th

Ship Name: #remrori

^ Made by canineluvz

[pgy4611fiu]

Final work by: Emily Rosario

title: Girlhood Core

My two main inspirations were the photographers Melissa Haugen, and Juuso Westerlund. I came across both of them on Pinterest. I was immediately drawn in by the way that they present movement in the photos. The photos capture a sense of animation and youthfulness that I would also like to present. I also appreciate how their images romanticize the ordinary life of kids as they go about their day.

One of my other sources for inspiration is the 2017 film, The Florida Project. This strong film follows the story of six-year-old Moonee and her fellow playmates. Living in a shoddy motel off the highway right next to Disney World, Moonee lives a rough low income life with her struggling single mother. Despite the harsh reality of her life, Moonee has no trouble living in her childlike world, where her worries are those of getting enough playtime while the sun is out.  This reminds me very much of my eight-year old sister who still maintains her bright and lively character even after our family has gone through traumatic events and difficulties. This theme of innocence and childlike naivety to the realities and sufferings that adult are forced to confront. 

Project Description:

"Girlhood Core" is meant to evoke nostalgia with my viewers that revolve around childhood memories that we may have forgotten with the passing of time. The main subject is my little sister who was my main source of inspiration. In a time where children are growing up faster than they need to, partly because of the internet and social media, I want to capture these moments where my sister is thriving in her vibrant, and imaginative world and emphasize the special and wholesome nature of what it means to be a kid. My photographs are meant to give a blurry or fuzzy effect, alluding to our hazy memory of childhood.  I wanted my photos to be primarily candids, which makes the context less artificial and therefore more easier to relate to. My angles are different in each photo in order to change the perspective of the viewer that helps engage them with the activity that is happening in the photo. I used low angle shots to add drama to the scene. I also purposely obscured my sisters face in some photos to draw attention to the activity she was doing, so that way the viewer can place or see themselves in her position. In each photo, I wanted to keep a dynamic composition so I made sure to move her around the frame and have her in different positions. I also wanted to keep the frame busy, since I wanted to capture the disorderly fun of childhood. Overall, my theme is the enchanting world of childhood that is a sadly fleeting thing. 

For this project, I used my Nikon D5100. I would incorporated techniques such as large depth of field, short depth of field, contrast, color balance and overall composition. I also experimented with different exposure times, depending on the time of day I am shooting at. To achieve the film filter effect of my images, I used both the Adobe Photoshop 2024 and the MacBook Air Photos gallery edit feature. On Adobe photoshop, added a layer of the photo filter Sepia, which is a warmish orange. I edited the Noise/Grain to about 50% to create the blur like effect. I also added a Curve Adjustment layer and made a reverse ‘S’ shape. On the Photos gallery, I lowered the contrast and added a vignette. I reduced the saturation to add the vintage look while bumping up the vibrance to retain the sharpness of the colors.

If I could continue this project, I would love to recreate scenes from famous movies that I watched as a kid. For example, The Parent Trap (1998), Cat in the Hat (2003), Bridge to Terabithia (2007), or Matilda (1996). I would also love to include more of my sister's friends or cousins, to have the atmosphere more lively and vibrant. 

[kroialt]

sharing this little thing I did for my oc x canon ship 👀 This is Khro’a Tsrafmi, my oc, and recom Mansk from the movie Avatar The Way Of Water! more info will be posted about them soon maybe idk hehe quick summary of their story so far tho: Mansk survives the events of Avatar 2 and is found and imprisoned by Khro’a and the others. Khro’a and Mansk get closer etc. neytiri jake moment buT mansk still betrays khro’a in the end and gets rescued by the rda cause angst is yummy LMAOO 🤪 🤪 🤪 ❤️ ❤️they also obv like each other but wont admit it ha h a ANYWAY I also wrote a thingy for this illust too  🤪 ❤️ ❤️ ‎  ﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ ‎ 

BETRAYAL

Khro’a had expected this. He had told himself that he would prepare for the worst case scenario. Yet when the worst had arrived, he was full of uncontrollable anger and also…something else he dared not to admit- He was heartbroken. As ridiculous as it sounds, he has become fond of the mysterious and silent man. Khro'a thought he saw more in him than simply another dangerous recom warrior but I guess he thought wrong.

Memories of them getting closer and even almost knowing each other to a really personal level, flashed through his mind as he stood there in the middle of the burning forest as everyone’s frantically trying to escape the sky people’s attacks.

Mansk stands next to Lyle Wainfleet across the chaos from where Khro’a is at. They were far from each other but not far enough to see where both of them were standing. “Good work, Mansk!” Lyle shouts, patting Mansk on the shoulder to make sure he heard him over all the loud noises of gunshots firing and crackling wood in the fire. “Lets get you the fuck out of here.”

Before they leave, Mansk and Khro’a make eye contact. Khro’a, doing his best not to get swayed by his emotions, stops himself from running headfirst towards the man to finish him in one go with his blades. All he could do was hiss back angrily at their direction as hot tears streamed down his face. If only he had been carrying his gun, he would have already shot Mansk by this point. You could only see a mixture of disappointment, rage, and despair on Khro'a's face at that moment.

Mansk witnessed everything. But he held a blank expression. At least that's what Khro'a, whose vision was already a little fuzzy, could see. Even though a lot of things happened so quickly, everything still seemed to move slowly.

Mansk still looking at Khro’a’s expressions and taking it all in, Its clear to see that he had completely broken his “friend’s” trust. Khro'a claims he never trusted Mansk, but Mansk didn't buy it because he could generally read Khro'a right away. Mansk was aware that Khro'a had some faith in him and hoped, deep down in his mind and heart, that this wouldn't happen.

The two took a second after khro’a looks away and immediately helps out other na’vis escape as they run deep into the woods, away from the sky people. Mansk turns his back from the forest and finally follows Lyle, who was standing by one of the RDA's gunships for him. “Everything is a part of the mission. It's what I have to do as a recom soldier." Mansk quietly reminds himself the most basic cliche ass shit ever. (SorryLMAO)

These kinds of situations don't allow for feelings. You must be an absolute fool if you fall for any of that nonsense. Khro'a and Mansk knew that very well. They shouldn't get involved, so they never expected anything to happen between them.

So why does it still hurt a little even when you expected THIS to happen? Why hope that things might change at all?