#thebleedingeffect talks

[thebleedingeffect]

Sooo do you like Light because he looks like Kaiba? ☺️ is that your type??

I NEVER SAID THAT LIGHT OR KAIBA WAS MY TYPE... I NEVER SAID THAT... SLANDER !!! I just have a soft spot for pretty brunette men who are way too gorgeous and too devious for their own good. Pretty brunette men who have big old pretty eyes and have the most insufferable cute smirks who have competitive streaks a mile long and are really cute when they're mad... wait I got distracted and started thinking about something else <3 ^w^ oopsies...

[p-ogman]

Me and @thebleedingeffect have been talking about a modern AU where John is a streamer and Gary and the cult watches his streams-

[transphilza]

I don't think there's a part of me that will ever stop loving techno. Recently all the grief has been alot more than usual so I just find myself hugging and cuddling my techno plushies alot just to love techno a bit more than I already do <3 but besides that, I think the thing about grief is that it's so genuinely exhausting but I'm more than willing to go through it cause I never want to forget him and I know it'll eventually get easier.

Cause grief can sometimes be alot I just wanted to share some of my favorite techno memories with you. Any time techno crashed into any of the sbi streams but ESPECIALLY the infamous monopoly stream, I remember laughing and smiling so much that entire stream that I was on cloud nine over just hearing them so happy. Another one of my favorite memories is that no matter what- if techno was in Tommy's videoes they would always team and techno would be a main vocal point of the video and you can just *tell* how much Tommy adores techno. I've been rewatching the hunger games and natural disaster videos with techno and it makes me so happy to see how much of a pair those two will always be.

Grief is fucking horrific, but I think we'll all get through it together and just talking, remembering, and making content of techno despite everything- sometimes it makes everything a bit easier to know that I'm not alone and that he was loved, and will continue to be loved no matter what. Thank you for opening your inbox about this stuff, I'm not gonna act like the grief isn't suffocating sometimes, but also I love him so much no matter what that I'll stick through this grief until the very end just for him, until it's easier.

But until then, thank you and I hope youre having a good day :] despite all the stuff going on, Techno love and support will always be real <333

TECHNO SUPPORT always ❤️❤️ thank you echo

you really said exactly what ive been struggling to say this entire process, about always, like… choosing grief over forgetting. it’s worth it to work through and power through that hurt for the sake of remembering him and celebrating him and who he was. and also about the hugging your plushies hahaha ive got my technoplush on my lap right now too <33 much love

[ghcstbvr-moved]

ARE YOU FOLLOWING HER FOR THE MEOW MEOW TABLE NOW?? I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS!!! /hj /lh /nm

[fruitbur]

Yoooooooo I have no idea if you've heard but Philza is now a mod on Ranboo's channel and I absolutely love that so much cause now if there's any weirdos that get banned from Philza's channel, they'll also get banned from Tommy's, Tubbo's, AND Ranboo's,,, THATS SO CUTE AND CARING OF HIM,, dadza is so so good and he's officially a part of sbi I refuse to accept anything different

he really said "don't talk to me or my sons ever again." I DIDNT HEAR ABOUT THIS THOUGH!!! DADZA OUT HERE PROTECTING HIS KIDS!!! :))))

Ranboo is apart of sbi like Tubbo is.

[enderwalk]

I'm so mad that I keep missing the ranboo spaces(I NEED to figure out my notifications,, cmon pls more ranboo) but it sounds like it was really short and sweet!! Im guessing he was talking about the UK plans, new content, and tubbo?? Im really excited just cause it's sweet seeing him so excited and also so much future content :DD beeduo + bench trio is rapidly approaching!!

(I hope you're having a good day btw I've been playing minecraft all day :]] )

his space is still going!! i dont know if it got capped, but ranboolovebots on twitch should be streaming it on twitch if you can't join!

and yeah, im so excited!! hearing him talk about uk plans (and asking us what to wear on the plane - we all wanted him to wear the pink suit) is such a neat experience :D

(I hope you're having a good day too!! ive also been playing minecraft, 1.17 my beloved)

[justsomeoneunordinary]

Okay no idea if this counts as an opinion at ALL but I personally miss Bucky's long hair so much in the new falcon and winter soldier show happening as??? I always felt the long hair paired with the new aesthetic differated past and future Bucky and now im just afraid theyre gonna try and reverse uno card all that development up to this point,, also this is me mourning the wavy, messy hair I just want it BACK

oohhhh my god, yes! hard agree!!

part of that is simply cause i totally have a thing for men with long hair. add a beard and tattoos to that, and i’ll fall on my knees immediately. (*looks at jason momoa and faints*) but another reason is - and i am going to get so much shade for this, i know it - that sebastian stan just looks like plain white bread. guy has a bread face. it’s the most boring face i have ever seen in my life. bread. white bread. white sugary toast bread americans and brits love to call bread even though it’s more sugar than dough.

that long hair? that gave him some spice. he looks good with long hair, it suits him and he looks less baby; it gave him a feral touch. now with short hair? just another white boi looking like any other white boi but with a metal arm.

(i think i get why they went with the short hair. bucky reclaiming his own self back, being free from hydra’s clutches and finally being ready to be bucky barnes again. but... ugh. that bread face. please cover it with some hair, it looks better that way! also - it’s just kinda his brand. they shouldn’t have taken that away imo, even tho i do get it. still. long haired bucky is superiror bucky.)

[felidaefighter]

All To Protect You

[EmeraldDuo darkfic, dead dove do not eat: possessiveness, manipulation, isolation, light physical abuse. Alternating POV]

Shortly after Doomsday, Philza finds out about Technoblade only having one life and resolves to “protect” Technoblade the only way he knows how.

This fic was written for @thebleedingeffect, who was absolutely wonderful to work with! (It was meant to be 2,500 words but I got a little carried away, so it’s closer to 3,500.) Please heed the content warnings; otherwise, enjoy!

    “Oh yeah, so Techno,” Phil started uncomfortably, an indication that Phil was going to Attempt To Start A Conversation that he really would rather not be having. He’d been acting weird and flighty ever since the day that had apparently become known as "Doomsday"-- come to think of it, probably before then-- but Technoblade had brushed it off due to, well. Phil was kind of a bird, right? It'd make sense that he was acting flighty. Especially given the fact that it was the first time he'd properly been in a big fight since his wings… But clearly it hadn't been nothing, because Phil was makin a big deal out of it now. Techno sighed. "Do we have to have whatever this conversation is goin to be about?" he ribbed lightly, and he was only half joking but surely Phil didn't need to know that.

    "Yes it needs to happen," Phil scolded immediately, and hey, if nothing else, at least Phil wasn't all wishy-washy about actually talking about it now. "It's just…" Phil sighs. Gathers his thoughts. "I've been worried about you ever since that execution." Oh, was that all? Techno hand-waved it. "No need. We got 'em back. And besides, Technoblade Never Dies," He said with a laugh, and Phil rolled his eyes affectionately but he didn't laugh with Techno; instead he still wore a furrowed brow and an off-putting look of concern. "Yeah, and when we 'got 'em back', I was safer than you were because I was up in the trees, and you gave me a totem! You didn't carry one yourself! Techno, I want us to be equal. It's not fair if you're the one getting hurt and you don't even have a way to protect yourself." It's such a sincere display of concern and affection-- so unusual for Phil to be this outright, this blunt about it all. Sombering his tone a little to match the gravity of the situation, Techno realizes it must've been weighing heavier on Phil than he'd thought. He feels guilty-- at least, a little bit.

    God, emotions are so hard to put into words sometimes. "Alright, Phil, you win. I'm sorry. I went in as prepared as I could be but it was still a lot for one guy to handle, even if the one guy is me." Techno puffs out his chest and brags a bit even if he's owning up to his mistake and the way he worried his friend. Gotta draw the line somewhere. And he absolutely refuses to not undercut a serious situation with at least a little bit of lighthearted comedy-- even if it's about his life having been on the line. In hindsight, what he says next is where it really goes wrong.

    "Besides, you know me. I can't exactly afford to lose a life, so I'm not gonna. Simple as that. Just choose not to die." He laughs, but something he's said has struck a chord in Phil. "Okay this is awkward why am I the only one laughin'. Phil. Phil?" Phil takes a shaky breath. "Techno, do you… do you only have one life?" Techno stares at him. "I mean yeah I. I thought that was kinda obvious with the whole 'Technoblade never dies' thing I have going…" He trails off, because Phil looks like he's seen a ghost. In truth, he hadn't wanted Phil to worry-- the voices are chattering loudly, because he was right and Phil is now definitely worried. "Phil? I'm still alive, y'know. You and me, we're bessst friendsss. Both of us only have one life and we're still going strong! We didn't get to be the strongest warriors outta nowhere, and practically nothing can take us down, we're strong enough, and me especially no offense-- c'monnn, you know this."

Ah. Apparently he didn't. 

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    "Only one life, Techno!" Phil had shouted, flipping out for what in Techno's mind was no good reason. He had paced the room and screamed in betrayal and hurt and fear for his friend, had started planning defenses stronger, had talked about ways to find more totems, in a mania that Techno hadn't seen in a long time. Still, Phil had always been like this, a little overprotective, a little wary in letting those he loved spread their wings to speak, and Techno certainly couldn't say he blamed him, looking at the results. This was a little more than usual, of course, but honestly? Techno wasn't worried about it. Phil was just shocked, is all, and he needed some time to process it. So what if it took him a bit longer than everybody else might take? He lived longer than most people tended to twice-over. It was a unique situation.

    Phil was quick to scare and/or shoo away visitors now, fretting over the threat they posed to Techno, and honestly he was grateful for that. He wasn't one for social interactions anyway-- it was nice to have someone else do all the work in shooing people away for once, too. "I'm just worried about what they might do to you, mate," Phil had said, a deep worry in his voice that Techno couldn't help but want to appease, want to make Phil feel safe by making him be "safe"-- "Especially with how skeevy they've been in the past. I just don't trust it. Quackity especially. If it wasn't inciting a war I swear I'd hunt him down for sport," He had finished, loathing in his voice along with something that Techno might have called possessiveness if he'd thought to decipher it; but you can't really think to decipher something that's always been there.

    Phil took on a lot of their errand-running nowadays, actually-- Techno tried to argue that since they both had one life it wasn't fair, and it should be an equal relationship, but Phil was insistent and argued that Techno never liked potential social interaction anyways, whereas Phil did (every now and again, at least), so it worked out best this way anyway. Techno had shrugged and, without the need to go out as often, started wearing his netherite less, keeping it in a hidden chest that only Phil knew about (as his enderchest was stuffed to the brim already with sentimental items and his vast sums of money). A chest that he didn't have the need to check until Phil scolded him for going to the edge of the fence post, arguing that patrolling wasn't necessary. What was Techno gonna do, stay inside all day? That particularly struck a nerve, so he figured if he just… used the armor to patrol, then surely THAT would keep Phil sated about how mmmm yes safe he was being? He was getting restless, darnit, and he had to do something. So he was just going to don the netherite and run a few laps. Nothin' to worry about. …Except, of course, if his netherite wasn't there.

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    He'd made the decision without even thinking about it, really, and considering Technoblade was a man who liked to plan and plan and plan ahead, he should've known that something so impulsive wasn't going to work out long-term. But it was hard to hide things from Phil. Harder still, when he didn't have a secret base he could stow away to, to scheme in, or anything else of questionably-nefarious nature. So here he was, under-geared, running through the snow and hoping the snow falling from the sky would properly mask his tracks by the time Phil found out he was gone. He stopped to catch his breath and get a quick snack in, pulling out a golden carrot from his bag and munching on it to regain some energy. 

    The glint of the gold apparently caught the eye of something in the trees, because movement catches Techno's own eye. His blood freezes as he sees the crow, hidden in the darkness until it tilted its head at Technoblade. Oh no. "Snitch," He mutters angrily-- everything else happens in a blink, timed with the steady beating of the ice-cold blood in his veins, slow in feeling but so fast that a bystander would miss it: The crow caws at him and flies off. Techno realizes there's already a myriad of crows in the sky. Most crows are heading toward the house. Some crows are already heading back towards him. Techno pulls out his axe and readies his shield.

    The whizz of an arrow zings off the metal edge of Technoblade's shield as he moves it up to block, the arrow a millisecond too slow to hit him, and time springs back into motion in a blur. Immediately after firing the arrow, Phil launched himself into the air using his trident, trying to make up for the lost ground and using his initial arrow as a distraction. It's quite a sight to see, intimidating being an understatement-- Phil descending from the sky surrounded by crows, trident in hand, wings flared to lighten his fall despite their disfigurement. It's haunting, in the clear winter sky and the snow illuminating the area in a cold light. Moreso because Phil is wearing netherite, fitted and heavy and pulsing with magic, and Techno is wearing mismatched armor with dull and desperate magic, sporting the simplest shield one can make.

    "You don't want to do this, Techno," Phil warns, and Techno's heart aches because he doesn't want to do this. It's true. But if he wants to-- what does he want to do? Regain freedom, he thinks, just for a little bit. That's all. Really. Then-- then he has to. "I'm sorry Phil," Techno says, voice shaking with emotions that he doesn't want to admit to, "But you've left me no choice!" He rushes Phil as he speaks, axe in hand, and takes a swing which is immediately blocked by Phil's own shield.

    They fall into rhythm, and it's almost like sparring, but there's a tension in Techno that isn't when it's all pretend, and a look in Phil's eyes that Techno has never seen before and spikes his heart with worry and-- if he were to think about it-- fear. Phil goes hard on the offense because he knows he can, because he knows Techno will parry and block and can take heavy hits without really being hurt. Technoblade knows this about Phil, realizes as it's happening, and he knows he could push back if he needed to but he can't. It's Phil-- it's Phil. He can't. And Technoblade on the defense means he's not fighting back, means he's an easier target, and frustration boils under his blood as the voices shout, conflicted, blood for the blood god and not phil never phil, the noise in his head an overwhelming contrast to the otherwise quiet night that's only interrupted by the sound of blades against armor and blades against shield.

    Finally, Technoblade sees it: His chance. (Not to win, no-- to get away without harming Phil.) Because Phil goes to parry a particularly heavy counter-swing of Techno's, and tries to balance himself using his wings. Except he forgets that one wing is lighter than the other now, and he's off-balance. So Technoblade digs his heels into the ground, readies his axe high, and rams it into Phil's shield, sending him careening backwards and into the ground full-force. And Techno bolts. He runs as fast as he can through the snow, focusing on ignoring (as much of an oxymoron as that is) the incessant cawing and circling crows overhead-- it doesn't matter if they see him, he just needs to run faster than Phil can.

    He's so busy hearing the sound of the crows, and the sound of his racing heart, and the sound of his heavy footsteps, and the sound of his own breath that comes out in a heavy fog that immediately gets whisked away behind him, that he doesn't hear Phil stand up, or notch the arrow-- Philza, the best sniper in the mortal realm. But Techno does feel the sharp sting in his lower leg, a chink in the unrefined armor easily found by Phil's arrow. He stumbles, and loses speed a little, but he's a piglin, a warrior, he's been through worse and he can push through this, he can--

    --He can… push… through? Technoblade mutters curses under his breath. There's a sickly feeling crawling its way up his leg, through his veins, and his legs and arms begin to shake until his body and his weapons are too heavy to carry and he slows to a jog, a trot, a walk, before collapsing and kneeling on the ground. A weakness arrow, laced with... with more than just that. "Technoblade," Phil's voice sounds from behind him, stern, and Techno winces while trying to convince himself the wince is due to the pain. Phil had caught up easily, walking behind at a steady hunter's pace and following the trail through the snow. "You really shouldn't have done that, mate," He continues, and Techno isn't sure how to describe the emotion he feels when Phil walks around to the front of him and smiles, lovingly, offering a hand up.

    He really doesn't want to take it, doesn't want to walk back with Phil like nothing happened, and that split second of hesitation is all Phil needs before his face hardens with resolve. "Alright, back to safety the hard way it is, then," Phil says with a shrug, and walks out of view. "Heh?" There's not much else Techno can say before his face meets the ground because his leg was, quite literally, yanked out from under him. "Wait Phil, we can talk about this," Techno splutters as the ground begins to move under him, "C'monnn Phil c'monnn. This isn't-- hahah-- this isn't the only way to get me back to safety, c'monnn."

    "Nope!" Phil replies to Technoblade's mounting hysteria, "Not happening. Nuh-uh." Scrabbling at the ground doesn't do much, the deep snow making it more akin to digging than to finding a grip. "Zero out of ten stars rescue service, by the way. Painful, slow, pretty sure there's some snow going up my armor--" Phil huffs. "You are not seriously doing this right now," He asks rhetorically, knowing the answer full well. "I'll bump it up to a one out of ten stars if you stop grippin' the leg that has the arrow in it," Technoblade says with a desperate laugh, wishing he could fight or that Phil would stop and just see sense. Wishing that his senses weren't dulling and his head wasn't pounding and the voices and the crows would stop screaming.

    Phil stops, and shoots a glare back at Techno. His leg is screaming too, actually, just not vocally. That would be a little too bizarre even in the life of Technoblade. Ungraciously, Phil drops the leg he's holding, which prompts a genuinely born-of-physical-pain wince out of Technoblade this time. Phil offers his hand again, except it's not really an offer, is it? It's a demand. One that, wounded and weak from the poison and his leg that he's trying not to look at the magic-induced color of, he honestly can't refuse. Silently, begrudgingly, he takes Phil's hand, and Phil helps him up, hooking his arm over his shoulder so he and Techno can limp back "home"-- as if it feels like home anymore. More like a prison. "Four of ten stars," Techno mutters under his breath, humor all he can really manage to do at the moment. Phil shoots him an incredulous look. "Only four stars???" Techno laughs.

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    "Look at you," Phil sighs, loving, chastising Techno for how bedraggled he is currently is. "You're a mess." Technoblade is scuffed up and covered in scrapes and scratches, his hair a wild mess. "I wonder why that is," Techno responds dryly, but Phil chitters at him in a shushing noise, takes a handful of his hair and tugs on it not-quite gently-- he's beginning to gather it up to brush it, hence the handling, but the message is clear enough. Phil loves Technoblade, he does, but he's very upset with the piglin right now. Constantly throwing himself into situations that are desperate and bloody, always looking for a bigger challenge. Constantly getting hurt. Well, harm reduction is the only solution to that. Sure, the arrow wound and the scrapes came from Phil, but it was far better than having Techno receive something fatal far away from home.

    Techno sits in front of Phil on the floor as Phil sits in the chair behind him, a position they've been in thousands of times before. It's domestic and vulnerable, especially for Technoblade, and Phil can appreciate that Techno trusts him so completely that he's calm here and now-- even if it appears to be somewhat against his will. But Phil knows Technoblade. He'll come around. Technoblade is, of course, far taller than Phil, so this is the easiest angle for Phil to work with as he takes a brush and gently runs through the piglin's coarse hair until it's almost soft, slowly but surely working through the knots and tangles in the silence of the house that's broken only by the gentle roaring of the fireplace, brushing out the snow and dirt and leaves that have worked their way in from the scuffle.

    Technoblade is mad at Phil too-- Phil can tell-- can tell by the subtle twitching and the blank forward stare, the lack of noise uncanny and the somewhat literal cold shoulder despite this moment being otherwise like so many nights before, when they'd be honest and open and Phil wouldn't have to be doing it quite like this. "It's your fault, y'know," Phil scolds, "I told you that it would be too much to go out right now. Jesus Christ, Techno, you can't just risk going out for no reason like that! Not with only one life!" Techno snorts, a very piglin-like sound, still angry. Still sitting as still as he can and tilting his head when Phil takes the next bundle of hair to brush, practiced movements of muscle memory that come as easy as breathing. Techno's hair is wavy from having been in a braid until recently, long and flowing and in all honesty as good as Phil's gonna get. He starts deciding how he wants to do the braid, experimenting with different sizes of locks of Techno's hair.

    "...You say that, but you're goin' out too, and the only person who seems to be ambushing me as of late is you," Techno says pointedly, and then winces a bit as Phil grabs a lock of hair a bit too hard, more of a yank than necessary considering Techno likes to wear his braids loose. He transitions the yank into an actual bit of braiding, but the message is clear; Techno goes quiet again as Phil starts braiding, putting one long lock over the other, making sure it's not so loose it'll fall apart, but not so tight that there isn't free flow by the top of his head. Phil knows what Techno likes, he thinks to himself stubbornly. He takes care of his friend. Regardless of whether or not that friend appreciates it right away. But he'll come around. Phil knows he will.

    "I just want you to be safe," Phil murmurs, "You're my friend. Nobody knows you like I do. Nobody knows me like you do. We're gonna outlive everyone but eachother. We have got to make sure that you aren't cutting that short." He sighs, and ties the bottom of the braid together with a very thin, gilded chain, that gives it weight and is more durable than whatever cheap things they make hairties out of nowadays. Okay, maybe he's a bit old. Phil gently tugs the end of the braid to make sure it's not coming apart any time soon, and then stands and stretches-- Techno cautiously follows suit after doing what's clearly a check to see whether Phil will try to subdue him again.

    Technoblade staggers a little, still a bit woozy from the effects of the arrow, and Phil catches him. Techno grunts in acknowledgement. "Better?" Phil asks, about the braid, and after steadying his feet Techno makes a few faux-fighting movements, feeling how it moves with him. "...Much." He says reluctantly. Phil smiles in relief, electing to ignore the look that passes over Techno's face when he does so. It looks like Techno will be staying with him of his own volition. Good. That's good. "And you heard what I said earlier, right?" Phil prompts, just checking, just in case. "I just want you to be safe." Techno gives him an incomprehensible look before nodding softly back. "I know. I believe you. …And I trust you."

[thebleedingeffect]

….pokes you

Yeeeessssss baby? ^-^ <3 sits up all attentively and gives you my full attention, I'll even close my 3ds for you.. because you're that special... but hello there love 💙 pokes you back <3 also shuffles all up into your space, still staring at you the entire time btw

And yes this ask was cute. It is a simple fact. Pokes you and steals a sip of your boiling tea <3

[ton-e]

Ok self indulgent friend OC tag, @thebleedingeffect @fanfics-she-wrote ignore this if you want, this is just me being silly KSKSK

1) Favorite OC in the AU: Ryurik Orlov/Lana Romanova

2) Least favorite OC/Just one you're neutral about: Definitely Iziaslav, he fell off my graces ever since that one Stephen scene and I just?? Left him there ADKDKD/ Hmmm, the new spider kid maybe?? They look cool but I have no opinion on them yet lol

3) Headcanons you have about some of their OCs: Lilliya loves flowers and Mikhail is strangely good at making origamis. His favorite pastime is crafting bouquets made of powers with her favorite flowers and leave it in places he knows only her would go. She doesn't have a favorite flower per say, but she's drawn to the one's with meanings such as "longing" "free" "yearning" "youth" and the along the lines.

I've always liked the thought of Nova being multilingual! Most of the time she talks good-natured shit behind people's backs or just teases them in plain sight without them noticing (except for Thor and Loki cause Asgard gang ayee) when they're in public and people would give her sideways looks for daring not to speak ENGLISH she'd switch languages for the fun If watching them stew. She calls Peter really sweet nicknames in multiple languages tho lol

4) Favorite villain: Mannnn. Lilliya was my favorite for a long time before her redemption!! I just loved her vibe and I could understand her motive really well. It's hard to pick because @thebleedingeffect writes villains incredibly well so it's really hard to pick just one lol.

//Hmm, well! At least for me Thanos is a pretty reaccuring villain in the AU?? But never someone really permanent? So I don't have an exact "favorite" though the fae society was fairly cool!

5) Favorite pairing(s): The winterhusbands, Mikhail/Lilliya aaaaaand that's about all really lol.

// Hmmm, I really liked Sly Jones and Bucky at one point!! But Zin and Loki was also cute :>

6) Favorite side character: LUCIEN jsjsj // Definitely Becky lol

7) Personal fancast you have for a/some OC(s): If the AU was mainstream and portrayals were up for interpretation, I'd cast Godfrey Gao as Ryurik, and Mariano Di Vaio as Aleksei :>> (Just the top of my head lol)

Hmmm, I haven't really thought about this, but maybe Lauren Cohan for Nova!! Grow up version maybe tho lol

[p-ogman]

EVERYONE SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO @thebleedingeffect!!!!! Echo u are literally so funny and so kind, and so fun to talk to and hang out with!! You deserve to pop off today, love u bro <3 (oh yeah h is there too- mesa 4 life)

[thebleedingeffect]

wait can we see the collar? Pretty pleaseee

I WOULD post pictures of me actually wearing it- but I can't cause I'm teasing kerbe and it'll most definitely see it if I post pictures- so here's just the collar <33

It's actually super comfortable and well made! Very pleasing weight and has several different lengths so you can have it as loose or as tight as you want it :]] personally I like mine to be on the tighter side cause the weight is super nice <33

Gimme about a week btw and then I'll post pics of me actually in it LMAO

[thebleedingeffect]

Soooo on or off?

............If this is you asking whether or not I want lettuce or not on that damn burger, I'm coming over there and dragging you by the ankles over to me-

[thebleedingeffect]

What if I said that the only LoZ game I've actually completed start to finish was OoT? (boss fights are scary)

It's okay anon ... here's how we fix this. You'll come over and we'll play a zelda game of your choosing... only I'll take over whenever there's a boss fight. Also I hope you're okay with me periodically pausing your playthrough to take a worrying amount of pictures of link, it's part of the 'playing loz games process'

[thebleedingeffect]

I’m simply one hell of a butler~

Kills you and attacks you and throws all of your plushies at your head. Digs through your closet and steals your omori hoodie and yuigoh shirt. Goes into your kitchen and steals your meta knight cup. Steals the mob plushie off your bed. Beats you up that big kirby plushie. GRABS YOU WITH MY TEETH AND SHAKES YOU AROUND. YOU CAN'T SAY THOSE WORDS TO ME.

[thebleedingeffect]

Their friendship wasn’t strong enough…

Atem leaves that theater just staring out the car window and doesn't say a damn word. Yugi is melting into his seat thinking that Atem hated the movie THAT much. Atem just muttering underneath his breath that their friendship wasn't strong enough and doesn't elaborate. Do you think Atem lays in their bed that night and sulks about it some more.