#the concept of an egg timer

[jheselbraum]

I'm trying my best not to let my timer anxiety (I hate timed situations/countdowns/etc and have since I was a kid) color my Majora's Mask experience but I would not be getting through this game without a walkthrough and I do want to personally strangle the guy who thought it'd be a good idea to repackage the concept of "doing a task on a time limit" as a video game for kids even though I'm very aware that my experiences are not universal.

[jymwahuwu]

Navigation (Penacony & IPC & Intelligentsia Guild)

A collection of my replies, ramblings, and thirsts content.

Here's a lot of DARK CONTENT, including but not limited to: yandere, non-con/dub-con, harassment, coercion, abuse of power, forced pregnancy, etc.

Sunday

Sunday’s method of discipline

you being a reporter for Cosmos Newspapers

Jing yuan/Sunday w a really really really shy reader

Yan!Sunday with a darling who just accepts his behavior

you're a visitor to Penacony and accidentally asked Sunday for help

reader is trapped in a time loop (oops, actually that's brainwashing)

Sunday with fem reader that forget everything so easily

Sunday with exhausted reader

arrogant reader will def be fighting for dominance anytime when it comes to sunday

Sunday with pregnancy kink

What if Sunday doesn’t even pretend to be gentle when reveals true nature

Sunday will take you away

Conversation about monitors

Sunday would be good with a puppy reader in comparison to Aventurine?

The concepts of "breakup" and "divorce" do not exist in Penacony

What would sunday do with a darling that can't be a housewife

Sunday removes admirers from your side silently

Sunday puts mini you in a little cage

the desperation in size (mini reader!)

Sunday’s logical loop

Sunday with a darling who he can't just shrink and kidnap without dire consequences

Sunday puts you in a glass jar as punishment

Sunday’s controlling nature

Sunday with a pretty masculine and independent

cw: forced feminization

Sunday puts you (mini state) on his crotch

Opinions about Sunday+ Body Worship

desperation in size

friction is the main way for mini reader to get pleasure

Sunday considers you a troublesome outsider

Sunday is undoubtedly a religious conservative

Sunday’s home has a prayer room and a punishment room

Sunday gives mini!you a “mobile phone”

Would sunday clip the wings?

mini you can be taken care of quite easily

Sunday’s Halovian darling

HSR retro AU

Who do you think would be into a kuudere type of Darling?

Sunday would do to his Emanator of Harmony darling once he traps her

Sunday is just thinking how suitable the reader is to be his wife

Devil! reader x Sunday

Sunday would be the one who insists on breeding while you are awake

Mini! you set up a booth at the IPC exhibition

You discovered eggs on the bed after mating

Aventurine

Aventurine carries a timer

arrogant reader is demoted and sent to Aventurine's side as an assistant > Aventurine humiliates arrogant reader

If you are stuck on the wall

Aventurine raises a pair of kitty cakes

Aventurine maintains a harmonious relationship with all your family and friends

Aventurine puts a gemstone necklace on you

Aventurine gives you a prize wheel > Reader cheated on the prize wheel

You were kidnapped as a casino prize

Aventurine likes his darling chubby

ncontinence + humiliation

Aventurine detects your birth control

Considering his luck you are likely to get multiples

You’re sitting at the gambling table

Aventurine scamming the reader only to end up caring for them afterwards

Aventurine + gunplay

How about a powerful mini darling?

Aventurine gives you lots of gifts

Aventurine and Ratio humiliate the maid! reader

Senses blocked + tied up (by Aventurine)

cockwarming Aventurine while he’s gambling

Jing Yuan/Aventurine would purposely put their dicks on your belly to show you

Aventurine making his IPC darling go undercover at the private casino he’s attending

Dr. Ratio

Dr. Ratio + spanking

If you are stuck on the wall

Dr. Ratio with a Reader who thinks he hates them

really oblivious dumb reader x yandere ratio

Ratio gave you a thick “Maid House Rules”

Would Dr Ratio punish the reader for the amount of money they spend on a game?

Ratio and the “bad example” he sets

Aventurine and Ratio humiliate the maid! reader

Ratio + forced study program

[affectionatecorpse]

I'm once again getting overly philosophical over horror movies, so here's a study of the death angels from A Quiet Place as observed by a very enthusiastic animal loving veterinarian.

Every time people talk about death angels, it is, understandably, about how violent they are. These creatures are brutal and merciless, and will tear apart anything that makes too much noise. Hence the title of the movie.

Death angels are frankly terrifying, and show no empathy towards the creatures of the planet they invaded. No living thing is safe from them.

... so here's why they COULD be--

Look. Death angels are simply not suited for our planet. It's a noisy, chaotic place full of noisy, chaotic animals. From humans, to raccoons, to birds, to cats, nearly everything in our world is a potential trigger for a noise sensitive animal such as these.

But that's exactly what they are. Animals. And no one seems to remember that fact. People talk about them as though they themselves are sentient, anthropomorphic monsters, but the way these creatures act mimic many real life animals. Animals that don't belong here, but are trying to survive here. On a noisy planet covered in water, which they despise and cannot swim in.

Death angels are completely blind by nature, as seen in many other creatures such as cavefish, moles, and my personal favourite, the olm. Due to a lack of sight, they very clearly use echolocation in the film, to scan their surroundings and... well, not get dead. But echolocation is far from their only tool, as their ears are the strongest asset they have.

Their ears are INCREDIBLY sensitive. Just the slight ticking of an egg timer when heard from their perspective in the first film, is like a pounding drum in their ear. This is fine in a naturally quiet planet, but if a very subtle tick is that loud, then imagine the rest of the noise. Screaming. Explosions. Crashing. Little toy planes. Holy CRAP, that's gotta hurt.

Sounds that loud would definitely cause extreme hearing problems from pressure over time, and easily result in lifelong illnesses and disabilities such as deafness, infection, and so forth, if not stopped. It's going to be painful. It's literally bursting their ear drums inside their heads, and you can't explain to an animal why it hurts. You cannot rationalise with wildlife about treatment and self care. An injured and scared animal is always going to turn hostile, no matter how docile they may be normally. You can't explain to a lion with a knife in it's belly that you can stop the pain if it just doesn't attack you. You can't explain to a death angel that it needs to go somewhere more isolated instead of just destroying the source of the noise to shut it up.

Going to backtrack here a sec. Remember how I mentioned echolocation being another asset this creature has? Which means the slightest movement, the tiniest breath, can immediately allow you to be seen by it. With ears that good, too? It can see you from ages away. It knows you're there. Which means they DON'T attack for sport.

'Evil' is a concept rarely seen in nature. Yes, a lot of humans can be evil. And yes, many creatures can be too. Animals hunt for sport as well. Cats, for example! Although even then, I wouldn't describe it as evil. Calling the death angels evil implies they're attacking out of malicious intent, which just isn't true. In moments of panic, they'll destroy. But they are fully aware of humans around them.

Humans need to breathe, and can't stay perfectly still very easily. The death angels would be able to see our main cast at several points, even when they're being quiet. They don't attack whenever they locate a sign of life. For example, the scene in the basement. Being that close, whether the water was running or not, that alien absolutely would've heard Evelyn and the baby's sharp breaths. It didn't care. It was clicking at them almost curiously before it heard the bang of the silo, to which it ditched them to stop the sound.

This scene is a great example of why they don't kill for sport. Injured and young animals are especially easy prey for a creature built so strong and nimble. Evelyn is shown to be terrified of the mere presence of this thing, but it never actually does anything in the scene. It moves about. Ignores her movements in the flooding water. Investigates the baby. Clicks curiously at her while she backs away. It moves slowly and on all fours, when we know while aggressive, they will stand up on their hind legs (unless sprinting) and move very fast.

This implies it was in... well, not a submissive position, but a nonthreatening one. It wasn't baring it's teeth (as best it could), it had it's claws tucked up and unused, and was in no way in a primed-to-attack mentality. Until the silo made a loud bang. And even then, it could've quickly sliced up the two in the basement before running off, but it DIDN'T. It just left, without a moment of hesitation.

Let's also acknowledge the anatomy.

This is a carnivore. With sharp teeth for ripping apart prey, sharp claws for defence, and thick armour for protection from it's natural climate, as well as strong, long legs for running, this is absolutely a meat eater. The fact it's so well equipped makes me wonder if their natural prey is just as dangerous as them, which is why they have such tough skin. Or if they themselves have something above them in the food chain.

They seem to be pack animals, as usually others aren't far behind when one is about. Such as the trio by the Abbott house, the few at the docks, the ones by Emet's hideout, and even that group sliding down the building in the Day One clip I keep seeing as a gif. With their knack for running included, I wonder if they function like lions? Blending into their environment back home, clicking to hear prey, then the whole pack going on the chase when their target is vulnerable, in a way.

I got distracted. My point was, in a year, all the bodies from past victims vanished. All those people in the town who were swiped left and right just vanished from the town. They couldn't have decomposed in such short time, which means something moved them when it was safe. Something like a carnivore needing food after it felt comfortable in the silent aftermath. The argument that they do it for sport is one I see all the time, and it's just not true.

Everything needs to eat. Carnivores need to eat. Animals need to protect themselves from suspected danger. They never eat on screen because whenever they're on screen, they're surrounded by noise and are DISTRESSED. Have you ever had a sick pet? Most of the time, it won't eat when it's ill because it's too stressed, uncomfortable or in too much pain. When having their ear drums assaulted, a death angel isn't going to sit down with a cup of tea and a grilled cheese. Also, I won't add it because there's blood, but in the scene with the old man screaming in the woods, after it attacks, you can actually see it go back on all fours and sniff about the aftermath, like a hungry predator catching prey to eat. This was probably the first and currently only on screen proof of my claim.

By all means, not all animals are meant to be tamed. Jordan Peele's Nope said that best. Yet I can't help but wonder about the individual. Every animal is completely unique. Some will tolerate more than others. Due to their realistic nature and the similarities to actual animals, in specific circumstances, could they be befriended?

Anyway keep an eye out for A Quiet Place 4 where someone has a pet one that wears doggy ear protectors and accepts meat in exchange for pets-- /j

[theladyheroine]

🎵 Little Blues & Dancing Shoes 🎵

Movie! Shadow x Platonic! Reader

Genre: Fluff, Some Comfort

Word Count: 1,801 words

⚠️ Warning: The reader is a little sad for the first half, but don’t worry things get better!

Summary: Hello everyone! This isn’t the end of my Shadow fics, & I am planning more for the SCU in the future. But I figured this would be a good way to wrap things up! This is the song I used, but I hope you all enjoy! Thank you!

6:45PM

The numbers glowed under Shadow’s eyes as he examined the stove’s electric timer. He kept looking at it, as if his gaze would miraculously make the time go faster. 

You were never this late before. 

He turned his head towards the window and watched the sunset turn the deepest orange against the mountains. The vibrant colors now fading into a dark palette. 

It was going to be night soon. Just where on Earth were you? 

Shadow wondered if he should go get you. He knew the address of your workplace, words and numbers you had him memorize in case of emergency. But that was limited to calls on the telephone you bought for the kitchen. Not wanting someone suspicious to discover your little buddy. 

He would be quick; teleporting to and from the house would be a cinch for him. If it was dark out no one would notice him either. But what if you already left? He didn’t want to go searching for you if you weren’t there. 

Shadow’s thoughts quickly dissolved as a loud THUMP hit the door. He watched with narrow eyes, but then the doorknob started to jiggle up and down. He heard the THUMP sound again and a couple grunts, then a loud “OW!” behind the door.

“Shadow!” You called. “Shadow you there!”

He exhaled, letting his body relax as he walked up to the door. 

“Yes!!” Shadow answered back. He heard you breathe a sound of relief before shouting again.

“Hey bud—if you’re by the door, can you open it for me please! The keys are stuck real good this time!” 

Shadow hummed and quickly turned the lock. You stumbled inside, clutching your belongings as Shadow caught you. 

“Well, don’t you have good timing?” You breathed. 

Shadow nodded, “You really should get the door fixed.”

Quickly you took off your jacket and pried the key from the lock. “Yea, sorry buddy. I’ve been meaning to, just-haven’t found the time yet…” 

“But thank you, by the way! And sorry for being late, I got held up at work and the bus was super late today. Thought I’d have to walk back.” 

Shadow shook his head, “That’s alright. Just glad you’re safe.”

You smiled; he was always looking out for you, but you hoped you hadn’t worried him too much. 

Unfortunately though, Shadow was a keen observer. And something about your smile made him feel doubtful. It was too quick, too flat. Even your eyes looked dull under the lighting.

As you put away your things, you pulled out your phone and started typing. Shadow was amazed at the concept of pocket technology, and he knew it held great importance nowadays. Although recently, you’ve been getting a lot of emails. And from your expressions, Shadow couldn’t tell if they were good or bad ones. You just seemed very eager to answer.

“[Y/N]?” 

No answer. 

“[Y/N]?”

Nope. 

Shadow walked over and tapped your arm. 

“Hey—”

“AH!” 

You jolted at his touch and Shadow raised an eyebrow. 

“Are you alright?” He asked. 

“O-Oh, yes I’m fine! Sorry Shadow, I’m just a little busy right now.” You quickly put your phone away and wandered over to the fridge, looking for something to get dinner started. But to your surprise, the fridge was nearly empty. 

Less than half-a-dozen eggs and some week-old scraps sat on the shelves, along with a small milk carton and a bag of apples. Hardly what you’d call a proper dinner. 

“Aw—no!” You facepalmed, “I knew I forgot something! I was supposed to go to the store today!” 

You gave a worried look then rushed over to the pantry, but got the same result. All that was in there were snack boxes and some espresso candy for Shadow. Which already had a pretty good dent in it.

Your head hung low as you leaned onto the pantry door, clearly embarrassed. Shadow walked over and put a comforting hand on your arm. 

“It’s fine, there’s gotta be something in here we can use.” 

You purse your lips together, then an idea pops in! 

“Hey! Why don’t we order pizza instead?” 

“Pizza?” Shadow mimicked, “That should suffice.” 

“Great! I’ll just see what’s open right now and then we can—”

Before you could pull out your phone again, you patted down your pockets. Checking each one frantically before whirling around in a circle. 

“Crap! My wallet’s in my jacket—” You combed your hair with your hand, and Shadow looked at you strangely. 

You seemed far less relaxed than usual, restless even. Something wasn’t right, and running all over the place most definitely wouldn’t help. 

“I am so sorry, lemme just look for it real qu—”

Shadow grabbed your wrist, halting your movements. It didn’t hurt, but you weren’t expecting such strength from someone his size. It was like someone super glued you in place before you  finally shuffled your feet back. 

You turned around, and saw a frown on your friend’s face. It wasn’t his typical droning or any distressed look. 

“Shadow…are you okay?” 

He glanced to the side before he let you go. “I should be asking you that. But first—stop apologizing.” 

Your eyes widened. 

“You’ve been doing it since you got here. You need to stop.” 

You swallowed; had you really been repeating yourself? 

You put your hands in your pocket, opening your mouth to speak, but quickly closed it. You almost said it again. 

“I–I didn’t mean to worry you Shadow. It’s just…been a long day.” 

You trudged over to the table and flopped into a seat. “Things have just been a bit hectic lately. Work’s been a little crazy, and I haven’t had too much time on my hands.” 

“Didn’t mean to make you upset though,”

You rested a hand on your cheek, only to groan in defeat as your phone buzzed. Your demeanor had deflated into a pile of mush, and Shadow couldn’t find any more words to say. 

Words had never been his strong suit. Not since his time with her. 

Even then, Maria did most of the effort. Playing games, picking movies, even dancing were all left to her. Leaving Shadow to enjoy her company as long as he liked. 

Yet here he was with you, someone who had welcomed him into their home. Someone he could have peace around, and hold onto. When he couldn’t even stand on his own two feet, you were there to pick him up. 

He could rely on you, but right now, you needed him.

You had pulled your phone out to check the notification, but Shadow was swift. He grabbed it in one smooth motion. 

“Shadow!! Hey—”

Just as you stood, he teleported away.

“Wh—Shadow?!” You gawked. 

After a moment, he reappeared. Standing on top of the counter with your precious phone in hand. You attempted to grab it from him, scolding him for such behavior, but Shadow didn’t care. He swatted you away as he vigorously started pushing buttons. 

Or at least tried to. It took awhile for the screen to recognize his touch, the gloves likely didn’t help. He finally found the app he was searching for, then held the phone out to you.

“Play this.” 

Your mouth hung open, “Huh?” 

“Just play the song, please.” Shadow turned his head, waiting. 

There was no use arguing with him; Shadow had a firm state of mind. He might even hide your phone if you didn’t listen. 

Sighing, you turned up the volume and pressed the PLAY button. Letting soft, bubbly music fill the kitchen. 

What’s that playing on the radio? 

Why do I start swaying to and fro?

“Hey!” You exclaimed. “Did you watch Grease without me?” 

Shadow smirked, “Maybe.” 

Then he did something unexpected: he held out his hand to you. 

“Sometimes, your feelings–your emotions get stuck. Your body needs help releasing them, but music is good for that.” 

His words soaked in your sorrows like a wet sponge. They took a hold of you, and you grabbed his hand. 

“Guess..you’re right.” You breathed. “When’d you get so wise?” 

“Actually, a good friend taught me that. She liked to dance.”

You smiled, putting both hands in his. 

“Well, she sounds amazing.”

A melody that's never the same!

A melody that's calling your name

And begs you please! Come back to me!

You took two steps forward, striding with the beat as Shadow took two steps back. Then vice versa. 

The music softened your shoulders as it carried you. You swayed as you both stepped to the right. Then to the left, shuffling until you started to turn. 

Shadow followed in perfect sync and you two shimmed in a half circle, playfully swinging your arms to the beat. You gently tugged him closer to the edge, he took the hint and jumped down, hands held higher at the height change. 

“Hey you’re pretty good at this!” You grinned. So did Shadow. 

“Thank you.”

I'll be waiting by the radio!

You'll come back to me 

Someday, I know!

“Been so long since our last goodbye!” You sang. “But I’m singin’ as I cry-y-y!” 

You hopped up and down at the last verse, jerking poor Shadow forward. The second half of the song rolled around and you were basically leading at that point. Unknown to you, his big gloved hands fell limp as you went on. He almost looked like a ragdoll as you danced and Shadow couldn’t be happier. 

Time seemed to move slower, yet the outro of the song drew near as the lyrics shifted. In that time you and Shadow shuffled in a full circle, going round and round til the final words. You ended in a grand “TA-DA” pose with your hand held up, earning a laugh from the hedgehog.

A bit of laughter burst from you too. Then, you bent down on one knee, reaching Shadow’s level. 

Without warning, you tossed your arms around him.

Shadow didn’t flinch, but soon fell still under your touch. At first you feared hugging was too much, but you had to adjust yourself when Shadow pressed his hands against your back. Burying his head in the base of your shoulder. 

The phone had already switched to a different song, but no one heard it. Your voice played just above the music, loud enough for only Shadow to hear.

“Thank you, Shadow. You’re such a good kid.”

“Thank you,” He mumbled. “You’ve been such a good friend.”

After a few long seconds you two pulled away, and you rubbed the top of his spiky head. 

“Now, how ‘bout we order that pizza!” You laughed. “I’m actually starving right now.” 

You went to grab your phone and wallet, scrolling through countless pizza toppings. Leaving Shadow with the warmth of your embrace. Something he hadn’t felt in such a long time. 

“Maria would’ve loved you.”

🩵 —THE END— 🩵

(Quick sidenote: I hope I timed the music right! Let me know if it’s a little funky!)

[drezendragon]

It is him Ohm the Omegga Geist EX Haha this character has been on such a design journey unfortunately my tumblr is rather behind on all the nonsense I have done with this guy

Commission for @DrezenDragon!

[fanaticsnail]

Three, Two, One: Part 2 of 3

Okay! This is ANGST. As soon as I saw the initial concept suggested by @terarria-sunflower I thought it was the most beautiful, playful, wonderful thing - and honestly, who wouldn't want to give the blonde chef a wee little smooch? HOWEVER, as soon as I wrote the first part, my mind immediately went to how that would look over time.

Word Count: 2,523

Warnings: Nicotine withdrawal, reassurance, angst, romance, sorrow.

Part 1 here, Masterlist here, Prompt here. "I Found" as the song accompaniment.

Over the next few days, the amount of public affection above decks between the two of you were demonstrated freely and recklessly. The egg-shaped timer was becoming a trigger for the rest of the crew to groan in disapproval, secretly relishing in the fact that Sanji no longer tainted the vessel with the thick smell of tobacco infused cigarette smoke clinging stalely to every crook and crevasse; while absolutely disgusted by the amount of overzealous intimacy was engaged between you.

Things were admittedly beginning to get out of hand. Hands, specifically Sanji’s, shamelessly roaming your body; pulling down the shoulder straps of your blouses to press feverish and hungry kisses against your collarbone and neck. Hands that grasped your waist and raked slowly and deliberately over your back and down towards your ass. Hands that began to toy at the hems of your skirts and pants to bring more flesh of your hips into light and expose your stomach for him to draw his fingertips towards more of your body; all to halt at the vibration and movement of the egg-shaped timer.

Groans and whimpers of dissatisfaction would flee from his lips as his time was complete with ravishing your body with his lips and tongue. His eyes were always completely blown with lust for more, but always staying true to the conditions you laid for engaging in intimacy. He would always halt his movements, raising his hands defensively while scrunching his eyes shut tightly as you let out a playful giggle at his actions. He couldn’t get enough of you, and you felt completely the same.

Nami was the first to suggest the two of you either save it for the kitchen, or join together in one another’s cabins to save the image of the two of you working to bring Sanji’s regular hit of endorphins and adrenaline from branding its image within the minds of the full crew. This led to Sanji, instead of presenting you with the egg timer and bouncing on the balls of his feet with giddy anticipation, to clasp his fingers around your wrist as he guided you to the nearest private area to engage in osculating with his lips firmly attached to you.

As his routine was meticulously catalogued within your journal, you did not live in fear of a pounce from the blonde chef out of the regular cycle of him asking for his hit at all hours. You noticed his movements were beginning to get hungrier and more desperate for the release of endorphins; his hands and body quivering lightly in anticipation and remaining that way after the duration was complete.

On the fourth day of you engaging in this game together; you noticed his body begin to shake more feverishly, his attitude no longer carefree but eclipsed by anxiety and restlessness. That was the first time you saw him unconsciously reach for his tobacco pouch and began to roll a cigarette out of his regular routine, halting as soon as his eyes fell over your body.

As soon as he found his fingertips grazing the pouch, he rose to his feet and set to briskly stride over towards you as you faced away from him. He snaked his arms around your waist and buried his head into your shoulder from behind; you raising your arms instinctively and stiffening under the shock of the firm embrace.

“Are you okay, Sanji?” you asked him quietly, prompting him to hold you further into himself and for you to tangibly feel how anxious his body was becoming.

The Going Merry had just successfully docked against the peer of a town to resupply a variety of items, including groceries on the vast list. Upon feeling how tightly Sanji clung to you and a small whimper falling from his lips; you immediately sought out the gaze of the navigator of your group.

“Nami,” you called to her, “we’re going to hang back here for a bit. Would you mind seeing to the groceries? I’ve written down the different items, please,” your eyes became wide and panicked, “I think we need a bit of time to ourselves here.”

Nami walked her way over to you, glancing towards the hidden face of the blonde chef and then falling her eyes back to you; an outstretched hand and a similar panicked expression falling over appearance.

“Withdrawals,” you mouthed to her, no audible vocalisation fleeing from your lips to alert the carefree Straw-Hat pirates about the chef’s current predicament.

“I think I can manage to convince Luffy to keep us docked for a few more days,” Nami uttered lowly, “could see about getting a suite at an inn.”

You nodded in affirmation of the thought and gestured down to the satchel with your logbook and coin purse attached to it, reaching to unclasp it from your shoulder. You realised that Sanji’s grip was too strong on your shoulder to remove the bag from your body completely.

“Sweetheart,” you turned your face towards him, keeping your tone as low and calm as you could, “if you could relinquish your hold for just a moment?”

Sanji’s hands shakily removed themselves from your waist, but remained his forehead attached to your shoulder. You quickly removed your satchel and held it out for Nami to take from your outstretched hand.

“Expense is a non-issue for groceries or board,” you nodded to her, “if you could do your best with as much of my berry as you need, we would really appreciate it.”

“I’ll do what I can,” Nami nodded, glancing over to Sanji as his teeth began to chatter together with concern before hardening her resolve.

Sanji again laced his arms around your waist, his hands spread with his fingers clutching to your skin as if you would disappear in a gust of wind to fall your body away from him. You brought your hands to rest atop his forearms, soothing over the bare skin that began to glisten with a cold sweat.

“Sanji,” you whispered to him, prompting a small whisp of a whimper to escape from his lips in response, “honey, can you get to the ship’s bathing quarters? We need to set to regulating your temperature.”

He stifled in a gasp at the suggestion, before you felt him nod into your shoulder; his warm breath tickling at your neck.

You took him by the hands and began to lead him below the deck towards the bathing quarters. As soon as you shut the door behind you, you immediately fled to the bath and began drawing the last reserves of fresh water currently available to fill the isolated porcelain tub for the blonde chef.

Sanji leant is back against the wood of the wall, hands shaking as his eyes closed tightly shut to fight the fever overtaking him.

“Sanji, sweetheart,” you cooed at him, prompting his eyes to meet with yours immediately, “I’ve drawn you a bath. Would you like me to leave while I-.”

“I-I didn’t think it’d be-,” he gasped out, his forearms being clutched within his hands, “-I can’t-,” His words halted within his throat as he squeezed his eyes shut again and found the words forming behind his lips, “-I need help.”

“I know,” you soothed him with your voice, reaching your arms out towards him in comfort, “I’m here to help you.”

“Thank you,” he whispered, reaching his arms towards you as you began aiding him in removing his clothes to prepare himself. You unclasped the buttons on his wrists, followed by loosening his black necktie and unbuttoning his shirt down to its place on his stomach. You reached for his belt and began to unbuckle it; the metallic hilt falling away from the leather strap with ease. You halted your next step, removing yourself from his body completely and stepping away.

“Sanji, I’m going to turn around now, okay?” you informed him; “you’re going to finish getting yourself undressed and hop into the water-.”

“-Please don’t leave,” his voice hoarsely commanded you, the last syllable halted by a small desperate sob, “please don’t leave me alone.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” you informed him soothingly, continuing to hold your gaze firmly on the wall in front of you, “and as much as I want to see you undressed, I refuse to do so in your current state; completely vulnerable and suffering with this,” you narrowed your eyes at the wall, “I’ll stay with you, and once you’re in the waters and covered by the cloudy liquid I’ve made with aromatics, I’ll turn back around and help you.”

Sanji released a breathy and shaken sigh through his lips before again uttering, “thank you,” in a small hushed whisper. You heard his clothes pool at the floor, his steps harsh against the bathroom floor as he began his decent into the water with an ungraceful thud; water splashing up the sides of the rim and fall onto the floor.

“I’m going to turn back around, alright?” you declared, but remained stationary until you heard him confirm he was ready to receive your help.

“Okay,” he sighed. You turned your body around to view him. His brows were furrowed, his teeth were chattering and his head was the only visible item above the shroud of the herbal waters eclipsing him.

“Oh, sweetheart,” you sighed in response, your brows downturned as you witnessed his distress, “I’m so sorry. I never meant for it to turn out this way-.”

“-I don’t blame you,” he snapped through clenched teeth, gritting them for every syllable, “this is my fault. It shouldn’t have gotten this out of hand.”

You instinctively reached your hand out for him, halting your action to not offer unwarranted touch in his state of complete vulnerability. You sighed and turned back around, sinking to sit on the floor with your back placed up against the wall of the raised porcelain tub. You drew your knees up towards your body and placed your elbows atop them, bending your right arm back to bring your chin to your wrist as you laced your left hand into your hair.

“I-,” you began, halting your words as a small pause fell over your chest, “-I am so sorry, Sanji.” Your eyes began to pool with a small glisten of tears as empathy struck you like an arrow to the heart at your crewman’s suffering.

“I didn’t think it was going to be like this,” you uttered quickly, a hiccup gathering at the intensity of your words, “I only ever wanted to just be playful with you. Just a game, I didn’t think you’d suffer like this-.”

“-Just a game?” he sighed out in a small whisper, one you nearly missed falling from his lips. His teeth chattered as his eyes snapped open; anxiety and desperation falling from his tone as he rose his torso up out of the water.

You released your hair from within your grasp and turned in your seated position to look up at him, flittering your gaze between his eyes.

“Is that all this is?” he asked you, his voice elevating and booming over you, “is that all I am to you? Something only here to entertain you?”

Your jaw began to quiver at the thought, your eyes widening in shock and sorrow, “Sanji, I-.”

“-I’m sorry,” he cut you off, his eyes attempting to soften while remaining in his manic state, “I-I think it’s just the nicotine leaving my system. I didn’t mean to raise my voice at you. I didn’t think before-.”

“-Sanji, I love you,” you proclaimed, cutting his sentence short and rising to kneel beside the tub to bring your torso to rest flush against the porcelain, “I just want you to know that.”

You held the wall of the bathtub, feeling the warm steam rising from the hot water while the sides top frame remained cool to the touch. Sanji’s eyes widened in shock, floating his gaze between your two orbs as you brought yourself up towards him.

“I loved you from the moment I first flustered you. Your smile, Sanji,” you giggled forlornly, taking your bottom lip between your teeth before promptly releasing it, “from the first pink blush I saw rise to your cheeks, I loved you.”

His lips parted as his jaw fell slack, his eyes beginning to glaze over with the mist of emotion falling to them. He urged his body closer to yours and falling his hands to rest beside your own at the edge of the bathtub.

“Why would I want to start this little game with anyone else?” you questioned him, arching your brow playfully with a small teeter of a bittersweet giggle followed by a small sniffle. Sanji placed his right hand over your left, warm from the bath as the water began to drip and fall down your forearm.

“You were never just a game to me, Sanji,” you nodded, falling your face away to gaze down at the checkered blue and white linoleum tiled floor, “it may have started that way, but I admit that I care so deeply for you-.”

“-I love you,” he confessed, reaching his left hand towards your chin to rise your eyes back to gaze at him, “I just want you to know that.”

You looked between his eyes and triangulated back to rest on his lips before returning your gaze back upwards to him. Hearing your words echoed back to you, falling from the lips of the man you adored was the most beautiful thing you had ever heard, your heart immediately swooning at his words.

His expression was full of adoration, but remaining manic and anxious behind his eyes. His brow was littered with sweat from the heat of the bathwater, and also the release of the chemicals falling from his body.

“Let me help you overcome this, Sanji,” you whispered, “let me take care of you and once you’re well again, I’ll show you how much I truly, deeply, love you.”

A small whimper fell from his lips as he relinquished his hold on your chin with a nod, turning back to fall back within the waters and resubmerge his torso.

 “Once I get through this,” he chuckled darkly, shutting his eyes and sighing as the bath aided him in regulating his temperature, “I’m going to destroy that bloody egg-timer.”

“Oh?” you asked him with a smile, quirking your brows up in question, “and why would you do a thing like that?”

“So when I take you into my arms to completely ravish you, worship you with my body,” he looked at you through the corner of his eyes, “I get to determine exactly how long I need to feel you against me.”

The fire within your chest began to rise upwards to blood your cheeks with its warm tint, a pit beginning to form in your lower abdomen; fluttering in anticipation and pool with desire at his suggestive expression.

“For now,” he shut his eyes with a small playful smirk, “you can set the timer and count down until that moment. Give us something to both look forward to, hm?"

Part 3 (smut)

[grunklejam]

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When Stan arrived at the Bad Egg studio, he was more irritated than he was excited. That triangular bozo is back and messing around with multiverse crapola? Life’s too short to spend your existence jumping through portals. That was Sixer’s thing.

He tilted back his Fez and was already about to beat the guy into next Tuesday with the tried-and-tested approach of ‘punching his big stupid eye in’, when…

Wait. No way. No freakin’ way.

He stared blankly at the silver-haired woman across the room. Sure, she’s a little - uh - harpier than he remembered ‘er, but he’d recognise that gold tooth and the snort laugh anywhere. He was already planning to kick that triangle sucker into next week - protecting the kids was second nature to him. But now his ex-wife was here?

When we were drawing out our plans for him, he donned his brass knuckles, told us we ‘sure as hell better make him look good in front of his ex’, and slid us a rather crude pencil sketch on a serviette from Greasy’s Diner.

We had to rework it quite a bit to get him uh… appropriate for sale. But this is the result. Rather than being 100% accurate to Stan himself, this is Stan in his own image.

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[zakalwe-the-ninth]

For the two random Discworld characters meeting, if you're still doing it:

Tiffany and Susan? 👀

Thanks for the prompt @hiihavebrainrot!

This one is a bit too long for Tumblr, so there's a sample below but it continues on AO3 ☺️

The Duty (5847 words)

Teen and Up (discussions of death)

Tiffany meets Susan, and gets introduced to the concept of curry.

The sun had dropped below the edge of the disc hours ago, and the only light in the sparse bedroom came from a single candle stub burning in a saucer on the dresser.

Tiffany cast an appraising eye over the slight figure on the bed. Hegarty Thorne had seen better days, and that was certain, although if ever there was a man who had lived up to his name then Thorne was it. She had known him for almost all of her twenty years - since she was knee high to a grasshopper, as her mother used to say - and he had cast his prickly shadow over the Chalk for most of them. His fists were even quicker than his temper and he’d carried with him the kind of black cloud that could clear a room whenever he walked into it. Now, though, he looked frail and wasted in the narrow bed, and his face was almost unrecognisable stripped of his anger.

She had been here nearly three days, since coming to dress his blackened foot and finding him slumped over the kitchen table in the remains of his breakfast. She’d gone and found two of the neighbours to help her drag him into his bed, and held her tongue as they bitched and complained before finally sending them off with a sharp reminder that this might one day be them. They had fled, chastened, and she had settled in to watch the old man die.

His breathing had changed an hour ago, and then again a few minutes ago, at which point she had put down the book she was reading and reached out to put her hand on his, because in the end there was nothing to be gained from withholding comfort from a man who needed it; even from the kind of man who had never cared to give a shred of it to anyone else. 

She had opened the windows, because superstition said it was essential to let the soul fly free as it left the body, and because Tiffany’s pragmatism said that dying people didn’t always smell too pleasant. From outside came the sound of hoofbeats. 

Hoofbeats weren’t unusual in a village, but something about these ones sounded…off. She examined the instinct and realised it was because she hadn’t heard them approach from down the lane; rather there had been no hooves at all, right up until the moment they had been outside on the lawn.

She listened closely, and frowned; the mysterious creature appeared to be eating the lavender bush beside the front door.

Back inside the room there was a sudden silence as Hegarty Thorne breathed out for the last time. For a second there was the sensation of everything pausing, and then the air took on a greasy texture. Tiffany looked around, curious, and then something stalked in through the wall.

It appeared to be a woman of indeterminate age, wearing a black hooded robe over a black lace dress and carrying a scythe far taller than her. Tiffany couldn’t help but notice that there was a rat skeleton on her shoulder, also wearing a cowl and carrying a rat-sized scythe of its own.

Her exhaustion forgotten, she dropped Thorne’s hand and sprang up out of her chair in surprise.

“Oh!”

The figure glanced at her and frowned slightly. “Oh, drat.” She pulled a large egg timer out of a pocket that wasn’t big enough to hold it, and peered at it as the final few grains of sand fell through into the lower bulb. “Excuse me a moment, will you?” she said to Tiffany, and then she stepped forwards and swung the scythe at Thorne. 

Cont on AO3

[prismaticpichu]

You wanted prompts for Angeal and Sephiroth?

I like the idea of Angeal slowly getting Sephiroth attached to modern appliances or concepts, especially since Seph has been so sheltered. Maybe Seph starts copying him, solely because he associates this stuff with Angeal. And Angeal is an all-positive force for good lmao

AHHHHHHHHH!!! I did!!!! And this is an ADORABLE one 😭💙💙💙

Tyyyy, Alto!! You got it!!

*zelda cooking music*

~

"Hmm-hmmhmm-hmmhmmm~"

Strong fingers cracked the egg in a smooth, soundless split, not a drop of yolk running loose as it splashed into the batter like liquid sunshine, not a single shell or shadow to be seen. The entire apartment now billowed with the sweet, mingled fragrance of cocoa and vanilla, a toasty warmth ballooning from the preheating oven as Sephiroth's gaze oscillated between the timer and his friend's masterful performance, completely marveled. Completely captivated.

He had never seen anything like it.

...Well, alright: he had seen eggs before, but hardly the kinds that didn’t hatch into Zoloms, dragons, or other cold-blooded creatures—let alone ones that were split asunder so neatly, and without a supernova of eggshells as the result of making direct contact.

How did one do that?

How did one crack an egg without it exploding in their hands like a water balloon?

How did one, per se...

Do all of this?

Noting his sheer wonder, Angeal's hum bubbled out into a chuckle, neatly plunking the eggshells into the trash can and tossing his comrade a quiet, knowing smile.

"Heh, I must say, I'm pretty honored. Some people tend to find this part prettyyy boring."

Sephiroth blinked, his awe momentarily eclipsed by a burst of shock. "Boring?" he parroted, peeling his elbows off the kitchen counter.

Angeal nodded, relaxed and unbothered. He cracked another egg into the bowl. "Mmmhmm."

"But..."—Sephiroth paused, watching yet another pearl of perfect, unmarred yolk splash onto the sandy mix—"but this is fascinating..." He sounded almost offended, incredulous. "Who finds it boring?"

It better not be—

"Genesis," Angeal chuckled, disposing of the last of the eggshells.

Sephiroth's face turned wooden.

"Hey, don't hold it against poor Gen: he just, y'know... prefers to eat things, not prepare them."

"...So he's impatient?"

"I prefer the word 'eager'," Angeal amended, a playful dash of authority in his tone. He then flashed him another knowing smile. "But... yes. Quite impatient. Especailly with the brownies."

"See, I just don't under—... brownies?" Sephiroth's eyes widened, completely discarding his previous qualms in favor of this much more important information, the word floating from his lips as if only spoken in legend. "Did you say brownies?"

Angeal's smile only broadened, brightened. "I did."

"...You know how to make brownies?"

"Yessir."

"As in: chocolate rectangular prisms of fudge?"

The man's eyes must have been as round as two obsidian moons, luminous as the sun.

He didn't care.

He didn't need to care...

Not around his friend.

Presently, Angeal had bent down to fish around for something in the cabinets, but Sephiroth could still hear the smile in his voice as he quipped, laughing, "Y'know, Sephiroth... I don't think there's a soul on this planet who would ever say that besides you." It was said like a joke, phrased like a tease, annunciated like a jab—

Yet it warmed Sephiroth's heart like an embrace.

He turned away as the smile threatened his lips, an inexorable force.

C'mon, friend, what do you say: want to be my co-chef...?

Mmphhh. Weren't we just granted these apartments?

Well, yes.

And you want to sully it with food residue already?

Heh, well... they're going to get dirty eventually, no? Might as well start early.

"..."

C'mon, Sephiroth. You won't regret it.

..No.

He did not regret it.

"Alllright!" A loud, heavy thump. "Here we go! Last step."

Turning back to the counter, rattled, Sephiroth was surpised to see that a large, milk-white, wire-leaking... something had been placed atop it, and was promptly plugged into the nearby outlet as if it didn't look like something that was meant to grind him into mince meat—especially with the metal, webbed device protruding from the bottom...!

He took a step back, defensive.

Genesis would have surely expected him to hiss like a frightened housecat.

"Alright! You wanna— whoah, Sephiorth?"

"What is that?" Sephiroth's eyes narrowed, knifelike. "Some kind of weapon? Of war...?"

"What? No!" Angeal's voice sounded as if it was bisected between amusement and concern, his countenance just as divided. "It's a mixer."

"A what?"

"A... mixer?"

"Of internal functions?"

"Interna—... what? No! Of course not!" Angeal broke into a bit a laugh now, raising his hands in a sign of peace. "It's an automatic mixer! You know—" But he stopped himself, waiting a beat, realizing from Sephiroth's expression alone that the man clearly didn't know, and that being condescending or blithe about it would only damage the situation further. He instead lowered his hands, watching Sephiroth carefully, assessing his expression—tense, triggered, anxious. Wide and alert in ways that Angeal would never be able to fully understand, but in ways that he had learned, knowing good and well that Sephiroth's dubiousness wasn't his fault, that it was baked into his soul after years upon years of experience. Nightmares. Abuse. Things that had taken time for Sephiroth to even confide in him about, and things he would never mishandle.

Not for long as he lived.

So, instead, with his hands lowered, he lowered his voice just so, and—

"It's okay, Sephiroth..." Calm, collected, kind. "I would never do anything to hurt you... okay?"

They weren't many words, but they were true words. Loud words. Sincere words.

...

And words that rang true, ultimately, as Angeal turned on the mixer, as he guided Sephiroth's hand across the bowl as he mixed the ingredients, beating the egg into the batter and watching as the color swirled, as his hand grew shaky and some mix splattered and as they laughed, both of them, giving life to the first of many beautiful memories to be baked into that apartment, the first of many beautiful lessons. And games. And shenanigans.

...and lectures.

"The same old", as Sephiroth would come to call it.

And when the cake was finally done, and Genesis had returned home from his mission, there was only one thing he wished for as his nineteenth birthday candle was kindled that very same night:

I wish this could last forever.

[langernameohnebedeutung]

starting to think egg cookers are to german ppl what rice cookers are to asian ppl... both rice and eggs are perfectly easy to cook in a normal pot but when rice or eggs are like an Integral part of your diet it makes sense to optimize the process.

then again i say this as a non-asian german person who had never heard of the concept of an egg cooker before ur post, and as a recently reformed rice cooker hater. i own one now and i get it, im never gonna have to deal with accidentally burned rice again, i've seen the light, fine!!

my point is i feel like you've introduced a ticking timer in my life now counting down to the inevitability of me becoming a die hard egg cooker truther, and i am Not happy about it >:V

Honestly, I'm honoured to bear witness to both your egg cooker and rice cooker journey. (The irony is, recently I saw someone say you can make really delicious rice (rices?) by adding all kinds of alternatives to water into your rice cooker and that ALSO made me consider buying a rice cooker. But honestly I don't think I eat enough rice to justify that...

On the other hand, this whole thing made me so curious that I actually checked the Wikipedia article for egg cookers and the language options give us some clue about who uses them:

-English doesn't even have an article about egg cookers!

[arinninjagosleftovers]

Oh. Well, alright!

Honestly, I feel like Tubbo's itching for lore that's not too emotional in order to keep his attention on the server beyond maintaining his factories, talking to his friends and feeding Sunny, like it's either information or a new mod, something to give him stuff to do that's not the same thing he's been doing for months since he joined.

Thus, Time Travel!

I do think it will become a lore thing with him having promised Sunny to work on it, though tbh I dont think it was planned, maybe he'd thought about it a bit but it came up very naturally and I don't doubt his theories were stuff he came up with on the spot

I think he's gonna do exactly what we're all thinking and go to the past, post Fed but before the Ice Prison, and he and Sunny will figure out how and why he was there in the first place. Personally, I was never a big fan of "Tubbo was part of the Fed" theories because that kinda feels like it undermines his compassion towards the workers, but I'd love it if he did have some involvement with them, such as him getting someone to rebel, and it eventually getting him in ice.

I do also think he will only be able to travel back so far, because of the island itself. I'm still a firm believer that the Quesadilla Island all this is happening in is not a real physical place, and instead something like a computer program, and so Tubbo would only be able to travel as far as the earliest version of it.

But I also can't think it wouldn't be cool if Tubbo ended up being the one who created the Fed, or made Cucurucho/the Census Bureau, or the one who started the human testing (turning norma people into Fed Workers, Hybrid stuff, the islanders themselves being there, etc.)

Honestly it would be nice to have someone find out about Jaiden's stuff, not because of snooping around or eavesdropping but because they remember info they technically already had, from before the island, like having her as their coworker/employee. Or having someone find out about Baghera's stuff, period.

now your turn. give me your thoughts

OKAY OKAY OMG okay. so first thought

How I think the time machine works is that it's stationary and is fueled by cobbled deepslate, and another block that moves them forward in time!! It also freezes the users (tubbo and sunny) age until they get back to their time period

Now lore wise? I don't think this is something Tubbo has planned beforehand, but I think it would be AWESOME if the admins actually picked it up and asked Tubbo if this is something he wants to do, and if he doesn't? hey, that's what aus are for!!!

I think they go back to a time where the island is abandoned, maybe right before the first spanish and english speakers arrived and the fed doesn't notice them because tubbo already exists in their system (ice prison) and sunny? well.. the eggs are practically confirmed to be fed experiments.

I think they would hide the machine and succeed because the area they plan on using went completely untouched before I believe? Yeah. It wasn't being used. They grab their motor boat and start their travels. They're going far, far out!! To build a shack and live there

But!! I just love the concept of time machine goes haywire and they don't have any clue at all when they are in the timeline. sooo shenanigans ensue and they start to explore the current times! maybe they have some kind of timer where the machine tells them they need to get back? idk

this is what sparked my previous post!! the one about sunny hearing or like finding out about tallulah wanting to protect their siblings but not them

i also think thats how tubbo would try and stop fitpac from happening but fail miserably, and maybe get to know some of the old islanders that aren't as active or not active at all nowdays

they would watch from afar and see how some of the eggs used to be back in the day and the islanders and just. yeah. i think they would end up leaving in the end, even if they managed to get to know the islanders and the eggs, because it always comes to that

Tubbo and Sunny leaving

and maybe their next adventure takes them to the federation's beginnings, but I do agree that they can't travel as far back as they would like due to the island's nature, but i think it would be cool if Tubbo joined the federation, or infiltrated it, and then found out about the rebellion, betrayed them both and went on the run, only to be caught in a block of ice and for Sunny to never see him again

And the cycle repeats

Silly adventures include:

-Meeting Jaiden, maybe when she's talking to Cucurucho

-Watching both the brazilians and the french arrive

-Witnessing Wilbur take care of Tallulah for two weeks before leaving for tour

-Meeting the dead eggs, before they died

-Tubbo trying to break Fit and Pac up before they connect, failing miserably

-Realising they can go back in time to talk to themselves

-Realising that is a terrible idea and decide against it

-Doing it anyways for the bit

there are more options but just a few ideas,,,

[luna---lovegood]

Weird shit I've said to @mrecury42 in the dms:

ThE sLeEpInG dRaGoN nEvEr TiTs!1!1

Cool ranch Doritos

Sarahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Let's just say...they weren't really the size I was looking for.

Langwerpige kale Remus Lupin

I like your shoelaces.

platypus

mermer

kinder egg

BASH HIS HEAD IN WITH A MACEEEE

Did you know that pain is bread in French? So if you tell a French person that you're in pain, they'd be confused because why are you saying that you're in bread?

WALLY DARLING IS THIS GODDAMN PISS PUPPET

THE FREAKING JAUNDICE PUPPET. THE PISS PUPPET. I HAD AN OBSESSION WITH.

HANGING OUT YOU

WHAT'S THE QUIBBLER TODAY?

*Stares at you* 👁️👁️

YOU'RE AN AMERICAN CONCEPT.

AND JENNY'S HEAD FELL OFF

WATER THE SPIDERS

I'm am wonning everything

WHY DONEING A PLASTIC BAG NEEDING A BRANCHING

Damn thou

I'm supposed to start ovulating tomorrow 🦄🧚‍♀️😘🥰😍🤩🥳🤪😜😝😛⭐🌟💫✨🎉🎊❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🤎🖤🤍💌💕💞💓💗💖💝💘😺😸😹😻😼😽❣️💟❤️‍🩹❤️‍🔥💋👅🫦👄

EXACTLY LIKE I HOPE THAT ANGEL GETS VIOLENTLY THROWN INTO A FIRE WHEN THEY SEE SOMEONE WRITE HIM AS WHITE AND ACTUALLY GIVE HIM FLAWS AKDJASSSSDGLYF.AIUZ

WANNA WATCH HARRY POTTER AND THE PHILOSOPHER'S GLOCK???

I hate excersic- HOW TF DO YOU SPELL EXCERSICE???

*Aggressive Thomas the train noises*

THIS BITCH IS TRYING TO BE MY POOKIE

GIVE THEM WET SOCKS

IT'S ONE THIRTY AM I WILL FIGHT YOU

I'm will doneing you...

i will worchestersire sauce you

cant fid my damn ducks

can i crawl into your ribcage and sleep there

crayon colors

I'M GOING TO RELEASE MY TRUE ALPHA ON YOU

wakey wakey there are no eggs and bakey bc i cant fucking cook

kazooooooooooooo

Am I malewife or femalehusand???

Fahrenheit Shaun.

turtlecore/j

I think I'm hallucinating bc I have an Alexa and I keep hearing the timer going off sound randomly

Time to rip my uterus out and eat it

You have the eyes of a neglected hamster <3

twink percy weasley

struts away in my hot pink high heels

welcome to gacha lifeee

The Sun is a distant gorilla.

Skibidi Slicers.

[solacescastleglow]

My Journey Bag

What is a journey bag?

It's a term I made up to describe something I've seen a lot throughout my life. Basically, you know those little bags that are filled with everyday objects, but each of those objects symbolise something the person wants to attract? That's what I call a journey bag, because it's to help you on your journey. They're similar to spell bags, but there's no ritual behind them and usually spell bags have herbs and crystals to represent things rather than everyday objects, like a journey bag has. Mine is a little Harris tweed pouch I got from my auntie, about 10x10 cm.

How do journey bags work?

When you decide that an object means something to you, it takes on that meaning as a property. That little hourglass is no longer just an egg timer, it's a representation of your finite time on this earth and your desire to make the most of that time. A journey bag is just one way to store your goals and values, and as a bonus it lumps them all together so you're manifesting all of them at once.

What can you manifest with a journey bag?

Anything you want! Wealth, health, connection with people, protection, knowledge, security, anything. As long as you can think of a symbolic item that fits in your bag, you can attract it.

What's in my journey bag?

a candle, for clarity and warmth

a decorative key given to me by my therapist, for autonomy in healing

a red string, for neutralising the evil eye

a magen david, to connect me to my community even when apart

a rock, for grounding

a coin, for wealth and prosperity

a sunflower seed, for growth

a battery, for energy

a homemade worry doll, so I always have a friend with me

a little booklet I made full of quotes and concepts, for wisdom and memory

a hard caramel candy, symbolising the good things in life

a piece of chalk, for drawing boundaries

a dip pen nib, for writing my future

a band aid, for healing and resilience

a paperclip, for focus and academic success

a tiny scrap of transtape, for transition and fluidity

a nail, for protection while travelling

a button, for luck and opening up opportunities

thread scissors, for freeing myself from the past

a twig from my garden, so I'm always carrying my home with me

If you make one yourself, I'd love to hear about it!

[catch-me-hello]

I-Land, Episode 11: Tempest in a TV Show

Welcome to the penultimate episode of I-Land! I’m expecting rehearsal chaos, followed by great performances. Let’s dive right in.

We’re down to ten finalists, and we’re told one more is going home in this episode. So we’ll be saying goodbye to Hanbin, Daniel, or K.

We open back at the giant egg timer after everyone has said goodbye to Ta-Ki. The survivors are still sad and probably still recovering from the stress of the whole ranking process. Then the announcer voice speaks up, and for the first time, I realize it might be coming from the egg. They only hear the announcer voice when they’re in this room or onstage. Is the egg talking to them, like the Tower in Wild Idol? How have I not noticed this before?

The egg congratulates them, and the new banners unfurl.

The Top 7 get their badges, and Jay is so happy to get his. “It looks small and ornamental,” he tells us, “but it feels like my life’s riding on it.” In a way, it really is. For Hanbin, getting a badge is a new experience, and he doesn’t want to let it go. For Jungwon, it’s his first time not getting a badge. He looks sad and a little embarrassed, but we know he’s going to make it to the end and be the Leader of Enhypen.

Our low-ranked finalists are very stressed, even more so now that we’re getting close to the end, and they don’t have much time left to prove themselves. Ni-Ki looks like he hasn’t been getting any sleep. He’s about to get even more stressed. It’s time to reshuffle the teams for the Concept Test, now that Ta-Ki’s gone.

Sunoo, as the top-ranked member, gets to decide who leaves Team Flame On (the awesome team) to join Team Chamber 5 (the cutesy pretty boy team). If he sends Jay to Team Chamber 5, I will throw my computer in a dumpster.

Sunghoon, visibly thrilled

Thankfully, he picks future bandmate Sunghoon, although now that I think about it, that’s not much better.  I hope Sunghoon makes him pay for this.  He was miserable on Team Pretty U.  Sunoo is grinning proudly like he just achieved peace in the Middle East.  

I don’t think Sunoo is thinking this through.  He’s also on Team Chamber 5, and he just recruited someone who hates the whole pretty boy vibe and might cause them to lose.  Ni-Ki would have been a much better choice, or even K, the Expression King.  To make it worse, Team Flame On is now losing their Leader to the other team.

Well, what’s done is done. Right now, they all need to sleep, and Jay is excited to be in the luxury room with Sunoo and Heeseung. As he looks around his new digs, his new roomies decide to read the goodbye letters he wrote them when he thought he was being eliminated. They read the letters out loud with Jay cringing and protesting, “I was crying when I was writing those!”

The next day, Sunghoon is stressing out during rehearsal with his new team. He’s still doing beast idol moves to the new pretty boy idol choreo, moving aggressively and stomping his feet instead of moving lightly. He’s still in “Flame On” mode. He’s also having trouble with the cutesy expressions. This was a really, really bad idea.

In fact, Sunghoon decides to get into the cutesy vibe by imitating Sunoo all day. He starts bopping and singing in the kitchen area, which freaks out the other finalists and is pretty funny to watch. He’s probably going to lose his mind by the end of the episode.

Over at Team Flame On, not only have they lost their Leader, but Jay is starting from scratch. He really believed he would be eliminated, so he’s been recording the rehearsals instead of actually rehearsing. I’m dreading the midpoint evaluation.

They also need a new Leader, and this time, they’re able to talk K into doing it. Not wanting to make the same mistake as before, he tells his teammates, “I want everyone to give feedback to each other and go through this time well together."

We watch both teams practice as the days go by, and now it’s time for the midpoint evaluation for Team Chamber 5. Son Sung Deuk is surprised to see Sunghoon here. He asks Sunoo if it wasn’t a bit cruel to take the other team’s Leader, and Sunoo laughs, thinking it’s a joke. It’s probably a good thing that Sunoo isn’t the Leader of Enhypen.

Son Sung Deuk has them run through the choreo, and it’s a bit messy. Sunoo is the only one able to keep a bright, cheery expression through the whole thing. Son Sung Deuk does not look impressed. When it’s over, he says the fact that nobody looks happy makes the whole performance awkward. They all have a lot more work to do. Sunghoon and Jake, who are having the worst time with the expression part, have no trouble expressing their depression afterward.

Now for Team Flame On. Son Sung Deuk asks Jay how he enjoys being in the swanky room, and we learn that all the finalists like hanging out in there, and they make a mess. Poor Jay. But on the upside, their rehearsal goes really well. Son Sung Deuk is actually smiling. He tells them this is his first time being impressed during these training sessions. I’m so happy for this group that’s been through so much already.

We do get one red flag, though. After all the praise, Son Sung Deuk tells Hanbin he needs to pick up the energy. He’s not keeping up the same enthusiasm as the rest of the group. When he runs through the choreo on his own, I notice how awkward he looks compared to the others. This is worrisome.

Later in the kitchen area, Sunghoon hears Team Flame On talk about the positive feedback they got at their evaluation, and he gets upset. He walks out, and in the next scene, we see him really focusing on his expressions with the rest of his team. I feel so bad for him. Sunoo really did him dirty.

Everyone takes a break to do some cleaning around the I-Land, and suddenly the giant egg timer starts beeping. Maybe it needs a new battery. Everyone runs to the lobby. The gate opens, so everyone goes inside and just starts cleaning it. This is one of the weirdest segments I’ve seen on this show.

Afterwards, they all gather in the kitchen to eat pizza and play games, and I’m wondering if this is a filler episode. The show feels like it’s running out of steam.

As night falls, the giant egg orders the first, second, and third-ranked finalists to go to their room. The three of them find cell phones on their beds. Jay’s cell phone is placed on his “giant head of V from BTS” blanket, which I totally forgot he had, and the image startled me. A sign on the wall says they can call anyone they want. I have a million questions, including didn’t this show already give them cell phones, and have they not been able to call anyone all this time, but let’s just move on.

The boys talk about maybe calling their families and how happy they are to have cell phones. Have they been hostages all this time? Again, the show gave them BTS-branded cell phones in the early episodes. Did they just take the phones away immediately when the cameras stopped filming?

This was driving me nuts, so I had to stop and look it up. During the three months of filming, the contestants were not allowed phones or any access to the internet. They did get movie nights, but that was it. The tablets they used to record their practice sessions did not have internet access. There was a one-month gap between parts one and two of the series (part two started on the episode where BTS showed up), so during that month, they took a break and connected with their family and friends. I guess the show gave disconnected BTS phones to the contestants as a promotion for Big Hit Entertainment, like everything else on this show.

All the finalists gather together and decide to call an eliminated contestant and put him on speakerphone so they can all say hi. They call Jaebeom, our songwriter trainee sent home in Episode 7. He sounds happy to hear from them and is enjoying watching the show.

Sunoo, Heeseung, and Jay all find places to be alone and call their families. I’m curious to hear the conversation between Seattle Jay and his mother. They speak in Korean. His mother initially believes that he’s calling because he was eliminated and immediately reassures him that it’s okay and she’s proud of him and oh my God I love her so much.

She talks a LOT before Jay can finally get a word in and let her know he’s in third place, and she talks more about how proud she is of him. I see where Jay gets his verbosity.

Meawhile, both Sunoo and Heeseung have family members who are fans of Jay, which cracks them up. Their families all sound supportive and excited for them. This is really sweet.

After the calls, when they’re trying to settle down so they can sleep, Jay and Heeseung discuss their fears of being eliminated and how much they’ve sacrificed to get here. Jay says he was so upset when he was ranked last at the midpoint evaluation, he wanted to break his own hands. Jay is kind of intense.

Rehearsals get more intense. We get a montage of everyone practicing with higher and higher energy. Everyone is gunning for a badge. And finally, it’s D-Day.

Namgoong Min

Our stage lights up, and Namgoong Min appears on the screen, taking a page from the Steve Jobs fashion pamphlet.

Tonight, the judges will be making the decisions instead of the viewers. Our judges tonight are Doobu, Son Sung Deuk, Bang Si Hyuk, and DAMMIT WonderKid. Why is this guy still here? He never shows up for midpoint evaluations and doesn’t seem to contribute anything else to this show or help the contestants. Is he the nephew of someone at Big Hit Entertainment?

Back at the giant egg timer, the Top 7 turn in their badges. The one who ranks 10th tonight will be eliminated. Team Chamber 5 is up first. Good. Let’s get the cutesy song out of the way first.

They’re off to a bad start when they can’t even do their team greeting in sync, but at least the judges find that funny. Hopefully the performance will be better. Let’s go.

It’s cute, bubbly, adorable, perfectly in sync, and makes me want to barf. So, mission accomplished, I guess. The judges praise Sunoo, Jake, and Sunghoon for their expressions. Apparently Sunghoon learned to swallow his pride and plaster on a believable smile. He’d better get a badge out of this.

The judges didn’t find Heeseung’s expressions quite as believable. Heeseung is twenty years old and has aged way past this. Jungwon lacked energy in parts. But overall, the judges are pleased. Good. Please let these guys go back to their rooms and look for what’s left of their dignity.

Now Team Flame On takes the stage, and right away, I approve of their jackets, although on Hanbin, it looks more like a raincoat. The stylists should have made his jacket a little shorter. They do the usual chitchat with the judges, and then it’s showtime.

This is straight FIRE. I feel like I’m watching an actual Enhypen performance, even though there are only two future Enhypen members on this team. The judges love it. Doobu gives them a standing ovation. “You really destroyed the stage,” Bang Si Hyuk tells them. “I felt like I was watching pros. This is how a performance should be. I could tell you came to burn the stage.”

He singles out K and Ni-Ki for praise, and this is the happiest I’ve seen Ni-Ki in a long time. Daniel also gets praise, so I don’t think he’ll be eliminated today. Hanbin, sadly, is told that he was slightly out of step with the rest of the group, and his singing could have been better. Oof.

Team Flame On returns to the I-Land while the judges huddle. The power is in their hands now. Every time Wonderkid speaks, I want to shut off his mic.

Back at the I-Land, I think Hanbin knows it’s over. He’s 23 years old, which is middle age for K-pop trainees who haven’t debuted yet. He sinks to the floor and puts his head in his hands, and K tries to comfort him. This is heartbreaking.

I looked up Hanbin to see what happens to him after this show and OH MY GOD HE’S IN THE GROUP TEMPEST. HOW DID I NOT KNOW HE WAS IN THE GROUP TEMPEST??

Hanbin in Tempest's "Dangerous" video

Last year, when I first started getting into K-pop, one of the videos that appeared on my YouTube feed was “Dangerous” by Tempest, and it’s been one of my absolute favorites ever since.  I still play that song on my power walks. I also love the video, but Hanbin is styled as the bad boy of the group, so he looks VERY different, and I didn’t recognize him on this show.

Tempest has another song I really like, “Baddest Behavior.” So far, they’ve released six albums and won a bunch of awards, including a Seoul Music Award and two Asia Artist Awards, and they were nominated for MAMA’s Best New Male Artist in 2022. (They lost to a group whose name I can’t pronounce, and it doesn’t matter because they’re still awesome.)

So, judges, please cut Hanbin from this show. He has to go be in Tempest. Yes, he’ll be heartbroken, but then he gets to be in Tempest. The longer you keep him on this show, THE LONGER HE’S NOT IN TEMPEST!!! WHAT IS HE STILL DOING HERE??!!!

Okay. I apologize. I got a little carried away. I still don’t even know if Hanbin is the one getting eliminated in this episode. He’d better be. I have never wanted to see someone get eliminated so desperately in this entire eight months of recapping these shows.

Ni-Ki

As the I-Landers wait for the new rankings, they pack their bags and say some prayers. Ni-Ki especially. Jay, on the other hand, takes out his spiral-bound book of fan letters and reads through them for moral support. 

Ni-Ki and Jay, you’re going to be fine. You’ll be bandmates in Enhypen, and as a bonus, you’ll be friends with a member of Tempest! You can hang out with Hanbin at the 2022 MAMA Awards when Enhypen loses to BTS in the Best Male Group category and Tempest loses to something called “Xdinary Heroes,” and then both your bands can go out together and celebrate that you have better band names than “Xdinary Heroes.” I know it’s supposed to be “Extraordinary Heroes,” but first of all, that is WAY too long of a band name, and secondly, the “X” doesn’t cover the “extraor” part, so the band name is “Ex-dinary Heroes” which is a worse name than “Wonderkid.”

Time for the rankings. Our boys are summoned back to the stage. Here we go.

#1 is K, with a score of 92. Woah. I did not see that coming. We are off to a very surprising start. I’m happy for him. He’s going to leave this show with a performance he can be proud of and then go on to join Ta-Ki in the ampersand band.

#2 is Ni-Ki, up seven spots, with a score of 87, and finally getting a Top 7 badge! The look on his face gives me life. He is beaming while the others congratulate him, while he says his thank-yous, and while walking through the gate back to the I-Land. I love this kid.

#3 is Sunoo, with a score of 86. Down two spots, but still ranked high. He’s very grateful. I don’t think he thought he was going to be eliminated, but he was expecting to have to leave the swanky bedroom.

#4 is Heeseung, with a score of 83. Thank goodness, because he was fully expecting to be sent home. He’s been looking physically sick this whole time, and now he can finally breathe. He breaks down in tears during his thank-yous and says, “I really want to be a good idol.” Oh, sweetie. In 2024, you’ll be part of a group that will be touring arenas in the United States.

#5 is Sunghoon, with a score of 81. He’s at the same spot, and I’m so glad after he suffered his way through that sappy pretty boy song. He just looks relieved. He’s been through it this week, getting yanked from a beast idol group to the one with pillow fight choreography.

#6 is Jay, with a score of 79. He’s still in the Top 7. Again, stunned and relieved. He may have dropped three spots, but he’s still alive, kicking, and wearing a badge.

#7 is Jake, with a score of 78. Man, these scores are close. And he remains in the same spot, despite getting double votes last time. Believe me, this is the most flattering screenshot I can get of his reaction. He’s also been through it this week, but he’s still got the badge.

#8 is Daniel, with a score of 77. Up two spots. The only two left are future Tempest member Hanbin and future Enhypen leader Jungwon.

Jungwon is announced as the final survivor. Hanbin looks like he’s just been punched in the gut.

After Jungwon thanks the judges, he runs to hug Hanbin, who is now smiling. He’s accepted the elimination. He saw it coming, and he knows it’s time to go.

Hanbin, get out there and find your Tempest bandmates

[sinopiah]

late night qsmp thoughts under the cut

gonna call the third cucurucho Emorucho bc it’s funny (also i think all cucuruchos are kinda evil)

headcanon that since minecraft days go by so fast, the cubitos don’t need to sleep as much, but when they do, they go into deep sleep (to explain when they don’t log on for awhile lol, i kinda liked how fit referred to him being gone as a deep sleep, really cool concept)

fits lack of memories kinda makes me question if he did something bad and it got wiped (which is kinda relevant with mike’s animosity towards him)

with the possibility of new portals and new dimensions, it made me think back to the “New Door Opens” teaser they did after the timer dungeon, this is probably what they were referring too?

the new doors opening, the Carre rescue mission (where they entered a weird dimension thing), the black concrete and the eggs signs communicating and ElQuackity’s multiple worlds loading screen all align to the possibility of multiple worlds and/or islands

some ppl have pointed out in the past that q!Quackity acts like he’s multiple different other quackities (k!quackity, c!quackity maybe?) after he got dunked into the water. could have to with the multiple dimensions as well? Maybe this is the same thing that’s happening to Mike?

Could server rollbacks have some lore implications even though it’s more meta?

Why did Bad only get a slap on the wrist? his existence in the island as a Demon who seems to remember more of his past compared to the rest of the cubitos is maybe relevant to why he’s there in the first place. The special guest theory is really growing stronger and stronger by the day. And how is him being the Grim Reaper relevant to the lore and to the lack of permanent deaths in the island?

[strangerstime]

✨Time to talk!✨

I watched the gameplay of Security Breach: Ruins without words, caught several screamers, and was shocked by what was happening several times. I can say for sure that the DLC is made much better and more interesting than the main game. However, the search and disabling of security protocols was still not so exciting, but it did not spoil the impression of the game at all!

But I would like to talk about something else, about what I could call the origins of this franchise, namely about the history from the first to the sixth part of the FNAF. Why do I want to talk about this? Well, the thing is that I am, if not an old-timer, then someone who watched the development of the FNAF franchise from the very first game and who was terribly afraid to play these games until 2020 (😂).

And what has happened in these almost 10 years amazes me. From the concept of a soul enclosed in the body of an old robot and suffering in agony, we have come to highly intelligent robots behaving almost the same as humans! Isn't that amazing?

And I'd be a fool if I said I didn't understand what was going on. Since the appearance of the fifth part (Sister Location), it was clear that Scott intended to add smart robots. Was it interesting? - Undoubtedly it was. Was it stupid? - Well, no, some got even more interesting details and a riddle: "How were such smart killer robots created in such early years?"

I remember the times when people wondered what kind of souls were inside animatronics; thought about who was hiding behind the guise of a security guard; looked for Easter eggs and secrets to finally unravel the plot of FNAF. To some extent, this happened: everyone was able to unravel the plot in their own way and a bunch of alternative universes appeared where people shared their vision. I think it was pretty cool! My favorites to this day are 'Springaling' and 'Springtrap and Deliah'.

And I didn't mind what was happening at all. Yes, people (including me) quarreled on the basis of different theories, but everyone was somehow waiting for them to reveal the true plot of all these games. But that's just not what happened. Books happened, a trilogy came out, and then other parts, and there were no fewer questions. The whole plot, which was pieced together from different games, finally disintegrated, because that part of the fandom appeared, which began to say that books should be combined with games almost completely.

I won't say anything about books, because I simply haven't read them (seriously, do I need to read stories about how smart killer robots kill people, or about how stupid people kill themselves with robots?), but the fact that history has broken into separate universes is very confused. Someone was looking for answers in the trilogy, saying that the characters there are the same, just with different names; someone, like me, brushed the books aside, trying to focus only on the games. And so, FNAF 6 is the end of the story about William Afton and his victims. A beautiful end to the story and a new beginning in the form of FNAF 9, in which a completely new villain and heroes! Smart robots, a huge complex, underground catacombs! That's the scope!

But it just didn't work. Why? For one simple reason: under the Pizza-Plex there was an old pizzeria from FNAF 6, where once everything burned down. Why is this important? Well, because in this very pizzeria there was Burntrap and Molten, who were also present in FNAF 6. Why is IT important? For another simple reason: it connects two stories into one. That is, the whole story of William Afton smoothly flowed into a new history of Pizza Plex.

(And yes, I've heard about a mimic; that it's not William, but a mimic that imitates him, but let's be honest, in the game I see an endoskeleton with meat and bones in a springbonnie's suit and with purple eyes. How am I supposed to understand, without reading the book, that it's not William Afton who's back again? If you give me an answer to this question, I'll shut up.)

What's the matter? Big deal, Afton has risen. What's the difference? That's the freaking problem. If William is alive, then other souls could not rest.

Michael won't rest because he didn't finish off his father; the missing children won't rest because they didn't take revenge on their killer; Charlie won't rest because she will have to protect these children; Henry won't rest because his daughter is still here and so on. And then the question is: where are all these souls? Inside Molten? Perhaps, but still it is not said about it. You can tell me: "The souls have already rested! They don't care that William is back!" And they should care! Otherwise, why didn't they rest all 40 years before?

You can tell me, "This is not William Afton! That's why they didn't come back!" Even if it's not William Afton, but a mimic… There is still a Glitchtrap here, which was obtained from William's chip (although what chip could have survived after such a fire?). Why haven't the chips of others been scanned? Are you saying they haven't been preserved? Or did William, in the form of a barely moving zombie, make a copy of his chip?

I'm not asking these questions to show how FNAF 9 is bad! Perhaps this is just a cry from the soul of a fan of the first 6 parts, who hoped to see someone from the old band, at least in the form of small memories…

Sometimes it feels like Scott is ashamed of his first parts. Perhaps he didn't like the story that he himself can't put together…

But I am warmed by memories of bygone days. I still remember how touched I was by the ending of FNAF 6, when Henry in a few words was able to show all his love for his daughter and their fatigue. And at the sight of an old pizzeria in FNAF 9, in which my favorite characters once burned down, the thought arises: "What if they are still here?"

Of course, the last thing I want to think is that Michael, Charlotte and others are still trapped in these piles of metal underground, where there is no chance of getting out, but… I so want to see my favorite characters in a new beautiful shell, at least for a few seconds...

Thank you for reading my thoughts. I think, I'm too much as always xD

(a few sketches of my fav FNAF girls)

(About Blob possessed by Henry, it's just me and my thoughts about plot, don't mind)