#which means i actually need to write that glue

[blorboresidue]

guhhhh i am struggling so much with ch3

[cryptotheism]

was kabbalah 100% biblical analysis with some neoplatonism thrown in for the woo factor, or was stuff like gematria used for purposes outside of being a 13th-century conspiracy theorist?

Really good question!

People have been doing Isopsephy for as long as we've had language. Using math to mess around with written text is done by pretty much any religious tradition with a textual corpus. Once you've assigned special importance to written text, manipulation of that text also acquires special meaning.

By the 1200s, late Platonism wasn't "thrown in" to anything, it was practically baked in to all monotheism. This is especially true for Judaism, which had a very close relationship to greco-roman pagan philosophy. The two influenced each other all the time.

This is especially especially true for Moshe de Leon, who was an avid reader of the Islamic scholarly works coming out of north Africa in the 13th century. Medieval Muslim scholars couldn't get enough Plotinus by way of Al-Farabi and Avicenna, and de Leon couldn't get enough of them.

I know you don't actually think De Leon was literally a conspiracy theorist, but you raise a good question. What exactly he was trying to do by writing the Zohar? According to Gershom Scholem, the text itself pulls from dozens of midrashim (rabbinical commentaries), books of outright mysticism, and jewish esoterica. De Leon was trying to build something that could unite a lot of disparate Jewish theology, esoteric and otherwise.

No small feat! You can't just say "all these things should be unified" you need some glue to hold it all together, and that glue needs Textual Authority. That's where the wacky Isopsephy like the gematria and notarikon come in. By fucking around with the Torah, de Leon could say "I'm not just making this up, its in the Torah. Also I didn't write this, Simeon bar Yochai did. We all love Yochai don't we?" Imo this is the real "woo factor" of the Zohar, but its also a necessary move to give the text authority. It is tactically and expertly applied woo which -let's be honest here- is the essence of good esoterica.

The funniest thing about the Zohar is that when it was published, it was roundly criticized by other rabbis for being full of nonsense grammatical mistakes, ahistorical claims, and even misquoting the bible, but people still liked it. The general response was something along the lines of "Moshe we know you made this up and its mostly bullshit...but its pretty cool."

TLDR; its late platonism all the way down, and yeah gematria is woo but de Leon was using it for a specific and non-woo purpose

[ckret2]

@space-bowl Hi you didn't ask for an essay on this! But I happen to have a detailed headcanon, canon citations, and a piece of art I'm currently eager to procrastinate on so I wrote one anyway!

I base the headcanon that Bill isn't a very good artist on the canonical self-portraits he makes in Journal 3 while possessing Ford:

That looks like the Euclidean equivalent of stick figures to me. I'm not impressed by his artistic prowess.

We know he didn't smuggle out the book he's working on in Theraprism. The Theraprism staff says "you have been contacted through this book against our rules" and includes a photo of Bill working on the journal—if the book was in their hands when they spied him working on it and confiscated it to write a letter in it, then they wouldn't have let it leave the Theraprism. So TBOB is already outside Theraprism when the staff finds Bill making contact with the readers. Plus Ford already knows TBOB exists at the beginning of the book—meaning it was already out in the world before Bill's death.

And so: the book Bill's working on in Theraprism is a different book, through which he (and then the staff) is making psychic contact with TBOB and manipulating TBOB's contents. TBOB never came into Theraprism, and the book Bill was working on in arts & crafts never left Theraprism.

And he SAYS at the start of the book he's manipulating TBOB's contents remotely. When he describes what the book contains, right beside the table of contents, one of the items is:

"Paper" made from pressed, pureed human brain matter. I can invade anything with neurons, so I can project anything I want in here!

In the photo of him working on his end of this TBOB tin-can-telephone, he's beaming his thoughts straight from his mind onto the page (and, presumably, through that page to our page):

On top of that, note what his supplies are: paper, scissors, tape, and glue. We see a clipped-out picture and bits of paper pasted into the journal. He only has one black marker, no other drawing/coloring materials. The journal Bill's making in Theraprism isn't a sketchbook: it's a scrapbook.

And the one time we see Bill deliberately focus on the graphic design aspect of the book, the end result is...

Graphic Design Is My Passion-looking ass.

So here's what I believe: the contents of The Book Of Bill are made up half of a collage of cut-up papers and pictures Bill pasted into his end of the book (magazine pages, textbook pages, newspaper clippings, chapter 2 of The Great Gatsby, etc) and then psychically altered the text of to suit his needs; and half of images that Bill projected straight from his mind onto the pages without needing to actually do any art (such as every time Bill himself pops onto the page to talk directly to the reader).

Still requires a little graphic design work on his end; but if he's largely just slapping down pages of somebody else's completed graphic design work, that takes a lot of the required skill out of it. Definitely doesn't require him to know how to draw.

[thoughfullovercreator]

Sorry not sorry. But some people need to read this.

Tw: when I am employing the word « delusional��» I am not referring to the medical definition of it.

What I am going to be saying is going to be disliked by some. But I don’t care.

I am going to be talking right now about a phenomenon that I’ve been seeing ever since I started reading mangas and watching animes and it has always bothered me.

And guess what ? I am not the only one being bothered by that, which reassures me.

The problem is the following:

Each time there’s a genuine friendship between two male characters or even two females in a manga/anime, people dirty it by gluing on it, their own fantasies and making it somewhat romantic/sexual, by inventing a « sexual tension » between these protagonists.

Always happens in the anime/manga universe.

…and I am going to tell you why it’s a problem/bothersome situation for many :

The problem is that it renders the story less deep and genuine and more people are influenced in thinking that, a male character, by being nice to another male (same for females), is romantic or whatever.

Like some of y’all are sexualising everything. Get it together.

This is, most of the time (actually 99% of the time but okay), LITTERALY delusion because the authors have never, ever meant for their characters to be viewed as anything but genuine friends/acquaintances..

It distorts the story for nothing and, in my opinion, it is disrespectful to the creators of the manga, to just take their characters and create a quiproquo on it. Sorry not sorry to say it.

As an example, let me take the « Dazai x Chuuya » fans.

The readers go as far as totally disregarding the fact that, Dazai, since literally the first episode, has implied that he was not attracted to guys. On top of that, he’s kinda depicted as the guy who likes women (/is low-key a womaniser). Never, ever was there anything that would make him attracted to Chuuya as a male.

(It also happens for JJK and others… )

Therefore, you’re disregarding the genuine and complex aspects of a potential friendship and understanding between the characters, to glue on it what you would have wished it to be : a romantic or sexual attraction. It’s a projection of what YOU would have WANTED it to be.

Simple example for BSD: Asagiri himself has said that there is nothing between Chuuya and Dazai, that they really don’t appreciate each other.

Now for all those who think that they like each other: it’s fine but that means that there’s something you´ve misunderstood in the story. Go back to it and try to analyse better the interactions and contexts. It’s fine really cuz, it could happen to anyone to misunderstand something, I am not criticising. Just signaling a risk.

It is actually immoral to distort a character’s sexuality like what ?! It becomes a habit and people do it also for celebrities. It’s kinda going too far.

It’s not for you to decide.

When it’s « not a big deal » for some, it could actually represent a big deal for many. And make many people uncomfortable.

Respectfully :

You wanna do your fanfics ? NO PROBLEM really ! be our guests ! but do it in the context of a fanfic, after putting on a disclaimer, as a respectful gesture for the creators of mangas !

(On the other hand, when people write « character x reader », it doesn’t distorts the original story cuz Y/N just doesn’t exist).

BUT rubbing it down our throats without any context as if it was a general truth provided by the creators, that « these characters are in love/sexually attracted to one another » NO. Keep it for yourself or your group of friends if y’all agree on it.

Again, many many people feel as uncomfortable as I, regarding this. It’s kinda also getting out of hand.

It’s getting out of hand especially when I see fandoms like the Black butler fandom where they imagine a « sexual tension » between Sebastian that is an adult and Ciel that is 13 !

Like it or not. I am not sorry for being respectful and realistic.

And I am encouraging everyone to talk and expose that, because this is not fine.

Some decency is needed :

Not everything is okay with what people are doing on the internet. You can have your « dirty thoughts » but don’t expose them, not everyone wishes to hear about it. Some things have to stay between you and yourself.

Kids/ teens :

And kids/teens (all those below 18) y’all need to get off your phones a little and go play outside or meet your friends (for teens ig) if you don’t wanna end up in depression at an early age or with extremely poor social skills.

At least take a real book like ones at the school library and learn things. Instead of learning how to .. by reading explicit content cuz you never listen when we tell you that a certain one shot is +18.

Again, I am not sorry. I am pissed.

[project-sekai-facts]

The saki glue theory isn’t true?!

I mean it is just a theory… A GAME THEO-

Okay, I’ll stop. But I do wonder why you think that especially since that theory is incredibly popular.

The Saki glue theory, at least from what I've seen, says that if Saki died in middle school it would mean that none of the units in the game would form. The things is, it literally makes no sense if you think about it properly for more than a few seconds.

Of course Leo/need wouldn't exist, because it's not Leo/need without all four of them, and Saki was a key player in mending their friendship. As for Tsukasa, by middle school he was already a theatre kid, so he's not just gonna drop that because his sister died. Yes he would be greatly affected by it but he also wouldn't quit (it's during this point that he actually pushed aside and forgot his original motivations, so he doesn't associate Saki with his dream here). And Tsukasa would still encourage Toya to rebel against his dad, so Toya still meets Akito and they still form Bad Dogs and eventually VBS.

When it comes to MMJ and N25 it becomes really obvious that this theory is grasping at straws. The main explanations I've seen as to how Saki could possibly affect them is that Shiho and Honami become depressed, so Shizuku quits idol work to be there for Shiho, and Honami never becomes Kanade's housekeeper so doesn't call an ambulance for her when she collapsed of dehydration, and Kanade dies.

It just doesn't make sense at all. Yes, Shizuku loves Shiho and would obviously be there to comfort her, but she isn't just going to quit being an idol for that. Shizuku is her own character with her own complicated feelings towards said idol job. She isn't going to drop everything for her sister. And while I think Honami would still become a housekeeper, if she didn't Kanade would just have another housekeeper who probably would've found her the exact same way Honami did. Also at least some people who push for this forget that Shiho and Honami already were not in a great place mentally when Saki was in hospital in middle school. We already have insight into how they coped with losing Saki (not in that sense) and MMJ and N25 still exist despite this. Yes grief is different, but you get the idea.

The Saki glue theory is just a cheap grab at angst rather than anything that actually considers how Saki would impact other characters and their relationships. Yes she does affect some characters but she is not going to drastically rewrite the narrative if she dies nor will everyone close to her become too depressed to function. If we're being really, really, honest, you can kinda tell this theory probably exists partially to give pointless angst to her brother, which is a whole separate issue.

Like, Saki is important to some characters don't get me wrong, but she's only important to the narratives of four, those being the other members of Leo/need, and Tsukasa. She absolutely does not affect every character in the game, even by proxy. Chart:

I'm not saying angst in fandom is a bad thing, and it can be interesting to explore darker and more negative themes/emotions with characters who don't get to experience these a lot in the source material, but within this fandom there is an issue with pulling out nonsensical explanations for dark stories, which like 50% of the time involve killing off the chronically ill character. And a lot of those are to write angst for her brother and ignoring what actually is written in canon about him and his relationship with Saki. Ableism and misogyny with one move. Real nice.

[kumasakka]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ❝𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐔𝐑 ! ❞

⋆.˚ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. gaku x reader .

⋆.˚ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. for once he isn’t staying up late for his video games but instead for you.

⋆.˚ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓. ~1.5k .

⋆.˚ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. fluff. f!reader. noceur - (n.) one who stays up late. mix of canon and self made. spoiler - free . safe for minors! crappy writing. gaku may seem ooc .

　"PLEASE, please, please, please! Can you pick me up?"

As a matter of fact, you never would've thought about you begging for anyone or anything. But here you are, about to break into tears while begging, because your dear friend wouldn't give in to pick you up from school. It wasn't even that much work, considering he was near your school. And the fact you two haven't seen each other for a while — a while means two years.

God who knows what Gaku was doing in those years. You have no idea where that guy was even disappearing with his supposed family! They don't even look an ounce similiar beside their silverly-white hair and those good-looks. Who cares now though? You're in a situation in which you can't waste a second since it was hard as hell to convince someone as lazy as him to do something for you.

"Look, if you told your friends a lie and land into a stupid situation, you gotta get out by yourself." his tired voice was on the speaker, "I ain't getting your ass outta that."

"But we haven't seen each other for so long! Didn't you miss me?! We can play roblox together again." you cried out as quiet as you can, sitting on the damned school toilette.

"I don't know where you live but we can play that without meeting each other." you could only hear him sigh at the other end of the mic.

"That's it, I'm burning your house down in adopt me! I'm stealing your neon pets too, lazy monkey!"

"Yeah, yeah. Good luck."

With those last words the call ended, not in your favor. You slammed your fist against the wall of the cabin and stood up from the toilette seat, not caring if someone else heard you. You roughly put your phone into your pocket of your skirt while storming out of the girls' restroom and returning to your friends, mind sunken deep into furious thoughts.

How could he be so mean? After all the time you've spent together playing shitty video games to cure his boredom! You only thought about him whenever he invited you to play with him. Yeah that summarized up how much you like him, enough to watch him speedrun some games and sticking by his side like glue. "He's such a bitch." you cursed, your rushing turned into walking.

Calmly, you pat down your skirt to remove any wrinkles before sliding the door to the side with a tight smile. "Sorry, guys. My boyfriend is a little tired after returning to japan. I mean he was away for a long time and of course, he also needs some time to get used to here. So he can't pick me up today." the lie slipped out of your lips as if it was second nature as you sat down on your seat again.

"Naw, not even on valentine's day?!" one of your friend exclaimed. "Would've loved to met that dude you're crushing about the whole time."

"Must be hard to führen a long-distance relationship."

"So actually, what if he isn't real? Guys, what if [name] lost her sanity and made up a guy. Or what if he's an online boyfriend and [name] is being an e-kitten 'cause she needs money." you twitched as your friend joked.

"I mean there is a chance. After all, they met on the internet!"

That wasn't a lie though. You did meet Gaku through an underrated game — it wasn't a popular game at all, barely hundred log-in's per day and everyone knew each other. He joined, you two became good friends, traded numbers and after a good amount of time you two met in real life. Mind you, you two were fourteen at that time, dumb enough to trust strangers you met online.

Okay maybe you were the dumb one for blindly trusting him. But if you didn't, you wouldn't have been good friends like today! Four years later. And you crushed so hard on him, you could literally walk the path of shame when you thought about your obsession era. It's fine now! The crush phase calmed down while he was away somewhere. You still can't believe he doesn't trust you enough to tell you where.

"You all are fake as heck." you huffed. "Skipping club today."

"Guys, stop. [name] is already heartbroken enough. No need to add more weight and now she's even skipping club!"

"Thank you, mamacita."

"Stop."

"No way."

　You groaned in annoyance, burrying your head deep into your pillow. You're so stupid. "Maybe it was a little wishful on my part for hoping that he would pick me up! I mean, he probably is really tired." you muttered under your breath. "But it's not like he is never tired! That stupid duck only stays up for his stupid games! Curse them, curse them all! He only thinks about this shit."

Sigh.

"Can't believe I'm crushing on someone like him. Bet he reeks. He should touch grass. Green aura with dead flies." you turned so you could lay on your side, eyes wandering to the chocolate bag on your table. "You simp."

It's already midnight. Hours past valentine's day. And you didn't even get to give him the chocolate yourself. "Stop worrying about that [name]." you told yourself as you closed your eyes for a second. "He's right. It's my own fault for telling my friends he's my boyfriend just because everyone had someone they loved and bragged about."

With that, you covered your face in shame and little embarrassment. "Shit... I'm lucky I didn't ruin our friendship over something as silly as this." what you called silly was actually your feelings. If you didn't act because of your feelings, you wouldn't be so disappointed. You really should start thinking before acting.

"I..." you covered your face with the pillow and grabbed your phone from the nightstand, now laying on your stomach, "really wanted to give him this box."

As soon as you looked up from the soft cushion, the light that was emitted by your phone blinded you for a moment before your eyes got used to it.

× The Love Of My Life (1) missed call

[05:34pm]

"Oh." you let out in surprise. Your eyes widened. "Oh."

"Ah... I should call back." you coughed, about to press the call button. "Wait, it's super late though. He probably isn't awake. Or he is awake and playing some video games like always. But he would've called me though— He did call me. The call was a while ago though. Too early for his usual all-nighters play through."

Calling The Love Of My Life . . .

"Uh... seems like it was the inevitable." you sat up from your bed, eyes looking out of the window. Suddenly, you felt nervous. Yet you did the get much time to prepare because after two rings, the call got accepted.

"Finally called back huh? Were you ignoring me or something?" his voice was on the speaker again.

"Yeah of course..." you awkwardly trailed off and tried to play it off coolly, "and? What'cha doing?"

"Nothing. Chilling on the swing." weird.

"Huh, not even playing your usual midnight games?" you asked curiously.

"Surprisingly not. I was waiting."

"Waiting for what? For my call or what? Is that why you stayed up so late till midnight?" you teased him jokingly.

"Actually yes. I was waiting for you."

You blinked at that before chuckling, confused. "Eh?"

"I was waiting for you at the gate. Skipped club today, didn't you?"

"I..." you gazed to the box on your desk, "stay there. You're at the park, right?"

"Guessed right."

Without wasting another second, you ended the call and stumbled out of the bed, rushing past your desk while grabbing onto the box. "I'm out for a sec'!" you whispered-shouted, not caring to change your pyjama as you got your jacket.

　Panting heavily, you finally reached your destination to the park and frantically looked around to search a certain white-headed guy. 'Chilling on the swing, he said chilling on the swing.' your gaze went to the swing. There he was, comfortably sitting on it without any worries and seemingly enjoying the night sky.

"[name], you're here." he spoke up, eyes following your slow figure. His gaze was glued to you. Even after noticing the little box in your hand. "I've been waiting."

"You're at this specific park since it's near my park, aren't you?" you questioned and already figured him out, your heavy breathing calming down ever so slightly. "Here."

Now he allowed himself to take a look at the box you were holding onto. "Happy late Valentine's day, Gaku." you whispered, taking his hand so he would accept those chocolate. "Make sure to pay me back tenfold." you turned your back to him, cheeks completely red while thinking that you made yourself look like some kind of fool. "Or else I will be very mad at you."

"Happy late Valentine's day. I didn't expect such half-assed confession." you froze at the spot, your head back to the guy whose expression was unclear. "Stayed up for you and this, you know?

WHERE'S THE ›I LOVE YOU‹?"

© kumasakka — do not plagiarize , copy , modify , translate our work !

a/n's note — what the skibidi did I write

[zeropro]

since you've already shared your opinion on thundercracker, could you please tell us your thoughts about skywarp? 🙏🙏(btw absolutely love how you draw him❤❤)

haha, hm…I don’t really care much for canon skywarp! sorry! I fell in love with this character while reading starscream fan fiction, I had very little opinion on him at all prior. he wasnt in TFPrime, and Earthspark’s skywarp was completely forgettable. yeah, I think the most ive seen of him in canon is idw1, and haha, he sure is a guy who is in that comic sometimes. he sure does shoot thundercracker for not wanting to genocide a whole city. 

the fun thing with skywarp in fan fiction is his lack of any real canon characterisation means he can really be whatever you need him to be to round out your home brew seeker trine dynamic. most fics write him as the most emotionally open of the three, sorta acts like the glue that keeps starscream and thundercracker from breaking apart, sorta like their kid brother. i like a skywarp that is just a silly little guy who just wants to have a good time and actually cares about his trine and canon skywarp… decidedly is not that XD 

which i guess is fair, skywarp does spend a lot of time getting betrayed by the other seekers in most media. earthspark starscream left skywarp and nova storm behind when attempting to escape GHOST, idw skywarp calls both thundercracker and starscream traitors to their face, cyberverse starscream slorped all the seekers when he absorbed the allspark, and lets not even talk about what skybound starscream did to him while he begged for his life. there never seems to be much love between the seekers in any media, despite them referring to each other as brothers, which is a real shame in my opinion. I havent yet gotten to the part in idw where thundercracker writes a screenplay about starscream and casts skywarp to play starscream, but that does sound like somethjng hilarious to look forward to, as I’m kind of just really wanting to see my boys have a positive canon interaction for once lol. 

apparently skywarp features really prominently in dreamwave, even becoming leader of the decepticons at certain points?? but I don’t plan to read those comics. I did read the wiki tho, and like honestly? good for him uwu

the most consistent character traits for skywarp in pretty much all fanfiction is that he is 1) a prankster and 2) he’s stupid, or is at least thought to be.  turns out both these traits are canon to his character spanning way back to his toy description!

((also thank you im glad you like how i draw skywarp ngl I think a major factor in why I like skywarp so much is because I really like my design for him, like?? am I allowed to find my own drawrings cute??? he’s so cute omg just look at him! he’s my boy!!! he’s my aaaaaahhh!!!!!!))

[scribefindegil]

Is paper made at home with the blender method really always low quality? I've been wanting to learn to do it for ages and planned on doing so once I had enough space, it seemed like a craft with a relatively low bar of entry that I could do despite my disabilities and a good way to recycle all the junk mail I get, but if it's doomed to be low quality and fall apart it kinda sounds pointless to learn? I mean I never intended to do anything in particular with the paper, the process itself is what made my brain get all "oh I wanna do that", but if I won't even be able to use it to draw or write or give it to someone who can use it for that...idk. Are there ways to modify the shredded paper to pulp method so the paper has a better chance of being useful? Or is that also essentially impossible without a huge expensive machine?

(Also no worries if you don't have the spoons to answer, I always planned on doing my own research before starting and am still going to do that at some point regardless if I decide to actually try or not.)

Quick answer (might investigate more later if the curse lets me): it's going to depend partially on what you use as your base paper and what you're planning to use it for. My background is bookbinding and conservation, where papers need to meet pretty specific quality requirements bc they're used in ways that put them under strain (folding, glueing, being folded and frequently handled, often being the failure point of a binding or repair). Paper that's being used to draw with dry media or as an art object won't be subjected to that kind of stress, so it doesn't matter as much if it's fragile. Things to consider:

Thin sheets of paper will exacerbate the problems; a really thin sheet of blender-made paper might just not be usable, but if you pull chunkier sheets they'll hold up better

Using better-quality paper to begin with will get you a better-quality product. If you have any offcuts of watercolor or printmaking paper or good sketchbook paper, it will work best. Since you mentioned using up junk mail, know that it's probably going to make especially weak paper, though if you use a mixture of papers you can offset that somewhat. If you care about longevity, stay away from newsprint because it's acidic.

Even weak paper usually won't fall apart from basic handling, but it could be very brittle (cracking if you fold it) and not have much abrasion resistance (ripping up if you try to erase pencil lines), so bear that in mind when you're deciding what to do with it. It's also likely to be very fragile when wet.

You can draw or write with dry media on almost any paper, but if you want to use ink you might want to look into sizing. Even good-quality handmade paper is very absorbent and usually needs to be treated with a sizing agent to keep the ink from feathering out. The most common is gelatin, but I'm sure there are others.

The surface might also be very rough, making a pen/brush skip around. Paper can be burnished, which is done industrially with hot rollers and you can do yourself with a bone folder. It's pretty labor-intensive though

You can take advantage of the thickness and texture by making art paper—add tea or dried plants or glitter or little scraps of unpulped paper to your vat! Then the use of the paper is Being Cool so you don't have to worry about what else you can do with it

Also look into pulp painting! It's a technique where you actually *want* overprocessed fiber because you can use it to paint or stencil designs on other pieces of paper that have been couched and pressed but not dried yet. It was one of my favorite techniques to play around with when I was doing papermaking!

TLDR: You can't make really high-quality paper with the blender method, but you can definitely make usable stuff as long as you keep the strengths and limitations of the technique in mind!

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

So i hope its okay... Can i request arven penny nemona and kieran Meeting a pokemon Trainer that is basiclly Pokemon sword/shield MC and maybe hop or marni come to visit? Or it can just be Just the Trainer i wouldn't mind anyway here's the team

A inteleon is kinda like a big brother to the team but still is Sometimes mischevous

Zamazenta who May look cold but is essentialy a big puppy

Gerdevoir who kinda has a sibling like rivaly with with salazle on who's stronger

Salazle who is a little diva but both her or gardevoir will beat you up if you insult the other

And a sylveon and glaceon who are like peas in a pod and will go out to defend the other if something happend

Anyway you don't have to write it if you don't want to since its kinda long and have a good day/night 💜💛

Arven

Apparently saving a region from an ecological crisis wasn't your first rodeo..as you've done this in Galar too.

After sharing stories of how you became champion, prevented Chairman Rose from causing a second "Darkest Day" with Eternatus, revived the Hero Duo (with Zamazenta being living proof), etc...Arven's fully convinced you need a vacation.

Funny enough, Paldea was meant to be your fresh start and a way to begin your studies like a normal kid.

But of course that didn't happen.

Facing the Titan Pokémon together reminds you of the Dynamaxed ones, but you thanked Arceus they weren't that gigantic nor have any brutal G-Max moves.

When it comes to food, Arven learns you can make a mean curry dish, often trading each other recipes.

In fact, you've made so many types that your team is just happy to eat whatever you've cooked up.

Speaking of which..your current team is the same one from Galar. You decided they were ready for a new adventure in a new region by your side.

Inteleon, once a timid Sobble, tended to sneak bites of curry/sandwiches from the others, but otherwise acts like a cool older brother to your team.

His Snipe Shot is deadly and he lowkey missed being able to Gigantamax, although he likes how flashy he becomes when terastalized.

Zamazenta actually enjoys belly rubs, discovering this only after witnessing Arven give Mabosstiff pets on the stomach.

Gardevoir and Salazzle have been rivals since they were a Ralts and Salandit, having a few sparring matches during camps/picnics.

But trust they will BOTH go on the offense if anyone dared hurt the other. Arven witnessed this firsthand down in Area Zero when an Iron Hands attacked Salazzle with a ground move, and Gardevoir's Moonblast absolutely destroyed it.

Finally, Sylveon and Glaceon were two inseparable Eevees. You couldn't catch one without taking the other with you, and ever since then they've stuck together like glue, even evolving at the same time.

When Hop and Marni visited you in Paldea (whether to just travel or study abroad), Arven gets a little jealous that they were your friends before he was..but learns to get along with them.

Penny

Assuming she was studying abroad in Galar (after ditching Team Star) when the events of SWSH took place, she definitely would have seen your face around social media and on nearly ever TV station.

She knew you defeated Leon in the championship.

But she NEVER would've guessed it was you who also stopped the second Darkest Day from happening--and quelled Eternatus, of all things.

It was like you were the protagonist of some epic anime, doing all this heroic stuff yet being so casual when talking about it to her, Arven, and Nemona.

But she wants to hear all about your adventures!

Even though she was a little jealous you did all these cool things while she had to continue her studies.

She's thrilled to meet your Sylveon and Glaceon, finding their strong bond to be sweet and similar to her own Eeveelutions.

If you went to Crown Tundra, she immediately asks if you met her father and apologizes on his behalf if he was too overbearing.

But you amuse her with the story of how Calyrex kept temporarily possessing his body to speak to you.

The first time you brought out Zamazenta, Penny was a little intimidated by the way it looked at her menacingly...

Until it does the same thing Miraidon/Koraidon did to her during Operation Starfall:

And that is tackle her in kisses and icky wolf slobber.

She wonders why all your Legendaries do this to her..

Underneath the gruff, tough, and battle-hardened appearance, it turns out that it's really just a giant puppy longing to be spoiled like a Growlithe.

Nemona

Right from the get-go, she knew you were Galar's most recent champion and wanted to see how you fight.

Of course, that meant you had to adapt from the Dynamaxed battles you were so accustomed to and get used to Terastalized battles instead.

But you're a quick learner.

In fact your Inteleon, despite being at a disadvantage against her Pawmot, still managed to sweep half her team.

Sometimes you'll have your Paldea starter in your party in place of Zamazenta, but when you brought the shield wolf out for the first time during a picnic...Nemona was in awe.

"So THIS is one of the legendary heroes that Ms. Raifort taught us about????" She gawks, especially as you bring out the rusted shield and let it transform.

Penny made a good point: you may as well be a modern-day hero of Galar yourself!

She also wanted to hear all about your trials and tribulations with the gym challenge, having seen your battle on television and how Leon congratulated you for winning the championship.

Ngl it made her tear up the first time she rewatches it with you, proud of how you were still eager to finish it even though the Second Darkest Day interrupted the match and almost destroyed the whole region.

It lowkey made her feel bad when you, her, and the others had to go down to Area Zero and prevent another disaster that would've also unleashed dangerous Pokémon all across the region...

Yeah, you definitely needed a break and a chance to feel like a normal trainer.

And what better way to do that than to battle Nemona again and again?

Kieran

When you first met in Kitakami, you never struck him as the type to be Galar's Champion (as well as its savior from the second Darkest Day--the first one being an event he read about in books).

It's not something you liked to brag about anyways. So you downplayed your experiences while talking to him during the signboard project.

All he knew was that you lived in Galar and participated in the gym challenge. That's it.

Only when you show up to BB Academy does he overhear people talking about you like you're some celebrity, and he realizes you've been keeping even more secrets from him...

"Did you hear?? The Galar Champion is joining the league club!"

"I heard they reawakened Zacian and Zamazenta! They brought the heroes of Galar back to life!"

He refuses to believe it up until the moment you two battle, where Gardevoir and Salazzle worked incredibly well together, before you sent out Zamazenta near the very end.

Ofc Kieran is FURIOUS, screaming about how you lied to him yet again and "never changed".

"You told me you were just a normal kid from Galar...WHAT ELSE HAVE YOU BEEN KEEPING FROM ME?!!"

It's so unfair. You're hailed as a hero in a different region, you held two (and eventually three) champion titles, AND you have Zamazenta on your side...while he's a nobody from Kitakami who gave up so much and worked so hard--only to realize he'll never be even half as great as you.

How could he ever be like you with so many achievements under your belt?

But after you two become friends again (with you apologizing for not fully telling him the truth about yourself), Hop called you in hopes of visiting the academy's Terarium to research the Pokémon there.

You introduce him to Kieran, and they have a long chat about their rivalry with you.

Things get a little awkward when Hop rambles about his constant losses against you and his desires to become stronger (plus his struggle to step out of Leon's shadow), only to find his true calling as a professor in the end.....before asking Kieran how he coped.

"...oh um...I-I didn't really cope that well. I got jealous and bitter and..let's just say I wasn't very nice to [y/n]." He mutters, feeling ashamed.

"Awh really? But you seem like a nice chap now!" Your Galarian rival/friend tries cheering him up, although he understood his pain and felt that same humiliation several times before.

But Kieran did learn a thing or two from him, just like he did from Nemona. Battling was still his calling, but he forgot how to have fun with it, and he needed that reminder.

He mentions trading you an Applin, and Hop does a spit-take, asking if he knew what that meant (or if you told him).

If so, then he congratulates you both on your new relationship.

If not, then you let Kieran google it on your rotomphone...

Before he buries his face into Zamazenta's fur a few seconds later, trying to hide his worsening blush while you and Hop just laugh.

[sillystarwrites]

Hi there!

Can you pretty please with a cherry on top do tadc cast x reader that looks like gingerbrave from the cookie run game series? Also just make reader a little shorter then pomni, thanks!

A/N: this is actually hella interesting?? Might be shorter (like about 5 per character) since there’s a lotta characters to write for here, but yipeeee

Type: tadc cast x gn!reader that looks like gingerbrave HCs

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🎩Caine🎩

☆ you’re the first person to enter that looks more food-like, so hes a tad intrigued

☆ still, he treats you like any other member! Full tour and everything

☆ he also used gingerbread a lot more in adventures. For some reason. It did freak you out a bit, to be honest, but you didn’t say much 

☆ I also like the idea that being a gingerbread fella you broke easily, so he’d often fix you up after adventures 

☆ he also gave you an oven in your room, to cook new limbs in case he wasn’t there to repair you

♟️Kinger♟️

☆ he’s a bit bonkers in the light, so you accidentally scare him a lot

☆ he’s sorta like a parent figure to you tbh

☆ like during episode 3 if you get tossed with him and Pomni, he protects you two

☆ also pretty helpful with finding your limbs if they snap off at all

☆ I have like no ideas for him I’m so sorry 😭 

💜Jax💜

☆ he’s purposely break off your limbs, because he would

☆ he probably also broke your arm off just to eat it, so see what it tasted like

☆ it tasted like polygons, much like other food in the circus

☆ he also probably tried to shove you in the oven in your room

☆ considering you occasionally need to bake yourself new limbs, you probably have some sort of frosting to re-attach them with

☆ which he totally stole and managed to glue you to your ceiling 

☆ and you still had to go on the adventure after that 

🧸Ragatha🧸

☆ as she is with everybody, she’s super welcoming to you

☆ also protects you from Jax when he tried to break you

☆ in the instance he does, she IMMEDIATELY helps, she’s such a people pleaser oml

☆ like genuinely it’ll be the smallest thing and she insists on helping, it’s a bit overbearing

☆ you know she’s trying to be nice but god damn

☆ you let her help anyway

☆ she’s pretty nice other than that

☆ checks on you pretty regularly and stuff

☆ during episode 4’s adventure she does spill that she basically pities you.

☆ so it’s like damn okay then

☆ that definitely affects your relationship, but you try not to let it get to you

☆ key word try.

🔶Zooble🔶

☆ they get the bullying from Jax, so they try to help

☆ sometimes it results in their limbs being yoinked, but hey, at least you’re okay

☆ they also help you with your gingerbread limbs

☆ you’re like a lot shorter than them, which they DO think is kinda maybe funny

☆ like they’ll never mock you for it but compared to everyone else you’re almost comically short

🎡Pomni🎡

☆ surprised to have someone a bit shorter than her at first to be honest

☆ she’s pretty nice to you though!!

☆ she might worry about accidentally breaking you so she might avoid you sometimes, but she means well

☆ if someone (Jax) breaks your limbs she’s willing to help if Ragatha doesn’t beat her to it

☆ sometimes wonders if you’re edible, but then she realizes that’s weird asf so she never asks

☆ other than that she seems to like you

🎭Gangle🎭

☆ she seems to like you, you’re nice to her

☆ idk if you two would be that good of friends, but defo talk to each other every now and then

☆ you might distract Jax from bothering her, so she’s a bit grateful for that

☆ you both get along well, for sure

☆ if you two do become friends you help each other out every now and then with whatever

🫧Bubble🫧

☆ tries to eat you.

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A/N: let me cook please fhshdhdhshdh I had no clue what I was doing.

[cheshirebitch]

Can i request reader who has pingu energy with making and giving alastor his valentines day card please?

I didn’t know what you meant at first until I REALIZED haha. I hope I did you justice and that you enjoy as much as I did writing it! (Here’s a gif for the people who don’t know what this lovely requester meant)

𝔾𝕣𝕦𝕞𝕡𝕪 𝕍𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕖

Alastor x Reader

I really hated Valentine’s Day. Like, I really fucking hate Valentine’s Day. You can only like the holiday so much when you caught your boyfriend cheating on you, shot him, and then got hit by a car while speeding away from the police. Hell of a way to go, I know. Alastor found it hilarious. Especially when my ex tried to stay at the hotel. The lovely deer man ended up eating him before I could get a word in. That was when I realized I really had a thing for the old fashion man.

That pretty much explains why I was now trying to make a card perfect enough to present to him. Everything had to be perfect, but it definitely was not going as planned. I have created at least thirty cards by now, none of which were good enough to give to Alastor. The top three cards so far got ruined when I spilled my paint water on them. I tried recreating the one with the deer puns, since he is always making them with me whenever he has a chance. We were both deer. I joked with Alastor that the reason I was created into a demon deer was because I was hit by a car, like how deer were commonly struck during my time alive.

The next card was completely red with different shades. With how he dresses, and his diet preferences, I figured his favorite color was red, hopefully. Inside it wrote in the fanciest cursive I could write, “You have my whole heart, try not to eat it.” I thought he would get a good chuckle out of that, just in case he doesn’t return the feelings as well.

The last card was one that had a drawing of Alastor I was actually proud of, but of course that was right when I knocked over the cup. Which, of course, stuck me in a completely grumpy mood. I grabbed the red construction paper and slammed it aggressively onto the table. I glared daggers at the cup, now empty of all its paint water, before smacking it off the table.

With the red construction paper in front of me, I glanced around the table for what I should slap onto this three hour long project. Husk walked past before stopping and back peddling.

“What are you doing?” Without hesitating, I mean mugged him.

”This stupid fucking heartfelt card bullshit.” I snatched the red glitter glue from the edge of the table and squirted it messily onto the cover of the card. I grabbed the other shade of red construction paper and started cutting out a heart shape. Husk chuckled, shaking his head.

”To who?” My eyes snapped back up to look at him. I grabbed the three ruined cards and tossed them towards the end of the table Husk stood at. He looked down at them, carefully flipping them without ruining them further than I already had.

“Al-“

”You shut your mouth, Cat.” He raised his eyebrows, dropping the ruined cards back down. The last thing I need is for Alastor to hear and come snooping around. I know him well enough that he could hear when someone says his name and always shortly swings by like the nosy man he is. I mean, he was a radio host. It was his job to be nosy.

“I will leave you to it.” He raised his hands up in surrender, walking back out of the room and towards wherever his original destination was. Yeah, that’s what I thought. Get back to making your own stupid Valentine’s Day gift for Angel Dust. I huffed before slapping my cut out paper heart in the center. My fingers rummaged around the table, ready to grip the black marker whenever I found it. I was too busy glaring at the messy card. My teeth ripped off the cap, spitting the lid somewhere next to me, and then carefully writing his name with as much patience I had left. My patience was barely there, but there was enough for the cursive to come out great.

I was still pissed.

I snatched the card off the table, scribbled my message inside, and then marched to find the deer in question.

”Alastor! Where are you?” I strode into the lobby area, searching for Alastor so this nightmare could be done and over with.

"What's that frown on your face for?” Static and a smile.

“Here.” I spun around and aggressively held out the card, still completely grumpy about everything leading up to this moment. Alastor had an amused face, looking down at the card. Waiting for him to take it, I watched how he tossed his staff into the crook of his arm. His claws delicately took the card from my hands. Glad to be rid of the card and the pressure, I marched off back into the room where my three cards sat, slightly drier than before.

“Stupid fucking water. Stupid fucking cards.” I grumbled while cleaning up the mess I made on the table. Why did I have to worry so much if he liked it? Why did I even decide to even make him a card? He probably just thought it was friendly, or something negative. Valentine’s Day has always been just heartbreak, why did I set myself back up for it this year?

”You left before I could give you my gift, dear.” I jumped out of my skin and turned around to see Alastor looking at the three ruined cards.

”These are also very pleasant. I do wish they didn’t get ruined.” He flipped the cards back over to how they were sitting before. That’s when I saw the bouquet of my favorite flowers, a beautifully decorated card, and a black velvety box. My eyes shot up to his as they looked at me over his monocle. He straightened his back and took two long strides to me.

”I promise I won’t eat your heart if you promise to stop being so enticingly sweet.” The grump look on my face melted away into a sheepish smile. It must have been infectious as he smiled wider and more sincere. He gently places the gifts on a cleared section, then carefully grazes his claws on my face.

“There’s that beautiful smile, Mon Cher.” His hands dragged down from my face to my hands, pulling one up to kiss delicately, then flashing those crimson eyes of his back up to mine.

Okay, maybe Valentine’s Day won’t be so bad this year.

(As always, the character belong to their owner and the story belongs to me. If you have any requests or ideas, send them over :)! I will gladly try to write things for my supporters! Thank you for the love and have a great day <3!)

[taeaura]

hi !! i love your writing for Tommy and how in depth you get , i thought i was crazy for how much i loved to analyze him and the Hewitt family dynamic , but it makes me ecstatic to find other people who love tcm 03/06 too !!

do you think you could do a blurb on an autistic reader with Tommy (or the whole family) and how he works out navigating their habits ? maybe they have unique ways of completing certain tasks , they don't like to walk using their heels , have sensory issues , get overstimulated easily , etc;

it's pretty heavily implied that Tommy has some kind of intellectual stunt or disorder , and a lot of people think it could be/include some form of autism , so maybe he's a bit relieved to find someone who's neurodivergent like he is ?

sorry for the ramble , and if you do answer this ask , tysm !! 🖤🖤

Hi!! Thank you so much! I love this ask - I’m autistic myself so this blurb was fun to write lol (and a little self-indulgent)

I actually hc that Thomas has autism, or definitely some form of neurodivergence, which I've mentioned in a previous post somewhere..anyway!

I'm so sorry this took so long I keep forgetting I have a Tumblr account lol

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When you were "accepted" forced into the family, you somehow fit right in with Tommy - The big lug needed someone like him to keep him company, that's what his momma said at least. 

He's an observer, meaning he noted every quirk and peculiarity you had. He noted the way you avoided walking on your heels, especially up the stairs; The way you were always adjusting your clothes to prevent them from irritating you. Even how you flinched at unexpected loud noises (there's a lot of them in the Hewitt house, unfortunately..) Thomas did similar things; He'd always fiddle with the straps of his apron when he didn't have something to physically concentrate on. He liked routine, which he soon learned you did, too. 

Even in the mental minefield that was the Hewitt house, where speaking your mind too often or too loudly would end poorly, Thomas (and his momma) could tell you were justice-oriented. Firm in your beliefs, with strong opinions to match. You couldn't express them too often at the old farmhouse, but you couldn't hide your facial expressions when Hoyt spewed his bullshit at the dinner table. 

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When it came to things like chores, Thomas (and his family) always found you doing things...a bit differently. They noticed you were very hesitant to complete certain tasks, especially in the kitchen. You helped momma wash dishes, but you'd shiver and grimace at certain leftover textures. You'd have to immediately wash them off, which made Luda Mae sigh and shake her head - thinking you were just being dramatic. (She has no idea what sensory issues are)

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At times when the stimulation is too much: Hoyt's yelling at Tommy to clear out the "guests", glass and bones are breaking, everything seems as if it's being blasted full-volume in your skull. Your clothes are hugging the wrong places a bit too tightly, and a bit too loose in others. Sweat is sticking to your skin like glue and your head is pounding. You feel like scratching and ripping your skin off just to crawl out and cry; Thomas is always there for you.

The lights were too bright but if you turned them off, the room would be way too dark. Hen's stolen baby was screeching and the kettle was howling with her. You tried to control yourself - One wrong move in this house and everything went to shit. Soon enough, the tears started flowing; Quietly, but lord did they sting. You felt the rod in your stomach churn and the agony in your head worsen. You needed to scream but nothing ever came out. You clawed at your head, grasping it in your hands. Whenever things got bad, you'd resort to some form of destruction. And Thomas, poor Thomas, knew that feeling all too well.

Thomas would always drop everything and go straight to you when things got overstimulating. He comforted you and you comforted him. Sometimes you'd sit outside on the porch, other times you felt safe in his (or one of the guests) room. Tommy had a somewhat-working record player that he'd play if it helped you feel better. He let you rest when you needed a nap, taking on all the extra chores you needed to do. He watched over you to make sure nothing harmful happened, and he'd watch you draw when everything else wasn't enough. For him, his mask was his comfort. He liked the pressure and the knowledge that he was hidden. He thought about making you your own, but he got too nervous to get to it.

The family would never understand overstimulation like you and Thomas do. They're traditional, which often means they think you're being dramatic. Unfortunately, you'll have to live with it if you want to live under the Hewitt roof. But, at least you have Tommy, right?

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[vampizx]

Hi author, I hope I'm not disturbing you, can I ask for a Neighthan Rot x male reader, where the reader is romantic, he always shows his love and very affectionate with him, only fluff please, I love this character so much but no one writes for him and thank you in advance for reading me

Fandom : Monster high

Type : one-shot

Genre : romantic, loverboys

Warnings : reader x canon, mlm

Summary : Neighten and reader have a fluffy and sweet time togheter

You make me sparkle

Neighthan never quite got used to the way you looked at him—like he was made of stardust instead of clumsiness and glitter glue. But today, he tried. Because today, you were doing it again: standing there in the middle of the Monster High courtyard, arms open like the world hadn’t just watched him trip over his own shoelaces twice on his way to meet you.

“You’re early,” he said, brushing imaginary dust off his sweater, though most of the sparkle stuck was just naturally him.

You grinned and stepped into his space, your hands going instinctively to his face, brushing his hair back from where it had flopped over his eyes. “And you’re perfect,” you said without hesitation.

Neighthan made a noise somewhere between a laugh and a squeak. “You seriously need glasses if you think that. I literally walked into a locker door five minutes ago.”

“Yeah,” you said, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, “and then apologized to it. I was watching. It was adorable.”

He blushed all the way to the tip of his horn, which gave a faint shimmer—something it only did when he was feeling especially flustered.

You laced your fingers with his as you started walking together, and he leaned into your side like it was the most natural thing in the world. “Why are you like this?” he mumbled, voice warm with embarrassment but laced with a smile.

“Like what?” you asked, bumping his shoulder.

“So… sweet. So… you. You always say the nicest stuff. Like you actually mean it.”

You stopped walking and turned to face him, your hands resting gently at his waist. “Neighthan. I tell you I love your smile because it lights up your whole face. I say you’re magical because you are. You literally glow when you’re happy. I mean all of it.”

He looked at you for a moment, eyes wide and slightly watery, like his heart was too full for his chest. Then he laughed softly, nose crinkling in that way you loved, and whispered, “You’re gonna make my horn explode with sparkles if you keep this up.”

“Is that a challenge?”

“You’re impossible.”

“And you’re adorable. C’mere.”

You kissed him softly—just a press of lips and fingertips, but enough to make him melt against you. When you pulled away, he rested his forehead gently against yours, horn carefully tilted aside.

“I don’t know how I got so lucky,” he whispered.

You smiled. “You didn’t. I did.”

And right then, standing under the monster moonlight with your zombicorn boyfriend wrapped in your arms, everything felt like magic.

[la-gotica-fantasma]

No Epitaph for Your Beloved (Part One)

part one ~ part two

characters - Newt x Male!Reader

setting - The Death Cure

word count - 1,3k

contains - Genuine psychosis (hallucinations,), unhealthy reliance, massacre, suicide, an arguably 'bad' ending

request - I had a really good idea so like think, Newt x male reader, and reader practically worships the ground he walks on, buuut reader is a bit… psychotic in a sense (not everyone needs the flare to go insane yk) and Newt is basically his lifeline to humanity, keeping him connected to any sanity he has. So when Newt dies reader loses it and kinda goes on a rampage. Deciding he blames WCKD for everything so he decides to kill a bunch of them as revenge (Like Achilles) and he doesn’t hold back either. I don’t want to overwhelm you with requests so just think of these like idea you can take your time on - 🪶anon Can’t remember if i mentioned this in my ask but after reader goes on a rampage and shit, if you’re comfortable with it you can make it to where reader decides to end his own life. -🪶anon

authors notes - When I tell you I was EAGER to write this (cue mosquito-like hand rubbing again), you do not understand how crazy into psychology I am, sooo if you meant psychosis in a not actual psychosis way... I'm sorry that's not what you're getting—you're getting psychosis. ALSO I'm so sorry this took so long I've been tutoring people </3 - Again, I apologize for any mistakes, English isn't my first language and I have not fixed my phone yet </3 - Over all, this is a deeply macabre themed fanfic, not 'yandere' though

The warm air stuck to [Name]'s skin like a glue that was impossible to peel. The winding trail that was their momentary home drew long and humid as he walked down the hallway toward the dark metallic door, the faux harsh taste of metal dissolved upon his tongue at the sight. He bit his tongue at the taste, wishing the intrusive hallucination away. His hand fondled at the doorknob he knew Newt sat behind. Fiddling with the frigid material, he twisted and pushed the door open, only to see Newt hunched over himself staring beyond him. It felt like [Name]'s mind had cleared, like a wave of lucidity washed over him, at Newt's breathing figure.

"Not speaking doesn't mean I don't know you're there," The smirk was evident in Newt's voice, a glimpse of a reminder that Newt was still there for [Name].

[Name] crept up behind him, swiping his legs over the edge. Sitting shoulder to shoulder on the stone, their legs dangling off above the dead scenery. "I'd never have known," [Name] chuckled, a smirk growing on his own face.

Newt turned, his smile faltering with remembrance. "Oh, yeah," he said quietly, "I guess I can't hide this anymore," Newt drew his sleeves up, showing the twist of purple veins that began to crawl across his forearm.

Waves of ideas crashed over [Name], his breath stopped. His hands set in front of his chest, the feeling of a warm liquid dripping from them down his arms made him look down to his hands. There sat a heart, its torn and squelching sheath paling directly in front of him.

Newt's soft voice broke through [Name]'s thoughts with an unmatched urgency, "[Name]!" he shouted, "[Name], you're okay," The hallucination disappeared the second time [Name] looked, tears welling up in his eyes.

[Name] switched between nodding and shaking his head, the tears he held falling down his face. He repeated it back to Newt, gripping his bicep, "You're okay, you're okay," he muttered distantly, continuing to mindlessly bob his head every-which-way. He mentally maimed himself into believing Newt wasn't ill—it had just been his mind playing cruel tricks, of course. It had to be.

A slow nod was Newt's response, placing his warm hand atop [Name]'s excruciatingly frigid one, his thumb stroked against the back of his hand. "You're okay." Newt repeated, with a fragment of force. [Name] merely nodded.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Madness rained down upon the ruins of the Last City, the fire leaving ashes in it's wake as an echo of what once was. [Name] gazed over the fire. He watched closely as it swayed with the rhythm of the air—the same air that could kill it. He found security in the flame that danced with its demise.

His downtime to suck in all his surroundings was cut short by a frustrated, animalistic screech. Newt. [Name] rose to his feet hastily, rushing down the war-torn alley, toward the scratchy flow of noises. The lining of his boots had abrased his socks, leaving [Name] to feel the rough leather against the heel of his foot. He sprinted down the decrepit alleys, swerving down corners until he was met with Newt's face. He was paled, with dark purple veins crawling across his face from his neck. His eyes were pure black, and his stature was craggy.

"You're okay," [Name] assured himself in a whisper directed at Newt.

[Name] clenched his eyes, scrunching his face and holding his breath. "You're okay," he repeated in a sigh, this time to himself.

An explosion flooded through [Name]'s ears. His eyes shot open, staring at Newt. His face was reunited with color, the veins were gone, and his terrible black eyes were replaced with his rich brown ones. [Name] sighed in relief, before Newt jumped forward, Thomas chasing after him.

[Name] stood stiffly as Newt and Thomas scrounged on the floor. Images of Newt's mangled body directly in front of him flashed through [Name]'s head. But [Name] didn't move.

His thoughts continued to interrupt one another, a pirouette of disorganized voices. For each voice that told him Newt was to die, there was another that preached otherwise.

With the sound of distant gurgling, [Name] was brought back to their reality. Thomas's face reflected shock, distraught, and regret. [Name] followed Thomas's line of vision, now staring down at the lifeless Newt. He lie on the rough concrete, his body cold, his mouth spilling black liquid, his hair wound chaotically, and his ribs with a knife wedged in them.

Tears crept down [Name]'s face, taking the layers of dirt with it. "You're okay." he reassured authoritatively, staring down at Newt with fallen brows and a disgusted frown. He looked back to Thomas, who had not moved but a centimeter since Newt's tumble down to death. Thomas shook his head with remorse and solemnity, before turning and running. Minho walked past [Name], dropping down to his knees before his lifeless best friend.

[Name] ran, disregarding the falling grime and debris, disregarding the torn shouts behind him, and disregarding the lives of hundreds, for he has lost his own. The gun resting in his holster chafed against his ripped cargo pants, reminding him of its existence. Without halting his movements; he slipped his fingers around the cold weapon, pulling it free from its restraints.

His thoughts were going as fast as he ran down the debris swarmed streets. Avenge him. was reoccurring, practically screaming the instruction at him. [Name] knew Newt wouldn't want him to listen, but he also knew that Newt would be there to tell him not to listen, had his life not been cut short with premeditated precision.

His chest felt like caving in and his legs felt feeble. And yet, he did not stop running. The bright lights, the animalistic screeching, the screams and yells of the masses, the raging flames, the smell of death, the taste of iron on his tongue. He sprinted past the buildings that used to inhabit livelihood, that used to inhabit lives.

[Name] stopped abruptly, standing before the W.I.C.K.E.D. building. It's fluorescent lights bringing a claw-like migraine to the disheveled boy. He stared up at it, one thing on his mind. "You waged this war." he warned to nobody in particular. He ripped the door away from the frame, letting it slam back behind him as a head-start for any who heard.

Scurrying down each and every hallway he could track, bullets left the chamber at each face he was met with. [Name] left no room for discussion; details were to be sparred, none of them cared about the lives they ripped from children's hands—why should he care about the lives he took from them? Tile became blood, and life became death.

Thirty-one dead.

A hand wrapped around [Name]'s grip on the gun, imploring him to turn. The arm led back to Newt. Newt's chest rose and fell, his face eerily clean and calm.

"No, you're not really here." [Name] stumbled over his words, the feeling of warm tears rushing down his face coming back to him. "You're not," he brokenly mumbled while shaking his head. Newt dissolved into the thick humid air that enveloped [Name] so uncomfortably.

"[Name]!" a voice greeted sarcastically from behind him. Their tone was manlike and mocking, beknownst of all that happens in this place. Janson.

[Name] turned, his blood no longer meeting his fingers at the relentless grip he held the gun with. "Janson."

Janson's eyes slipped down to the gun, he nodded his head in recognition. "You want to shoot me?" he said teasingly.

"More than anything," [Name] raised the gun at Janson's head. "And I will."

Janson's last words were nothing but a click of the tongue, a mere transcript of his disbelief that he could ever die.

With burning calves and requited death, [Name] sprinted down the hallway. As he watched the building crumble, he stood in the rubble it left. He brought his gun to his temple—the same temple Newt had kissed—and clenched his eyes, his tongue pressed harshly against his front teeth.

The bullet zipped through his skull. He heard the shell clank against the white tiled floor.

[Name] had a bullet in his brain. He didn't understand why he was still alive.

[the-remainder]

Hello fellow dunnish, Ze here. I've changed the "title" of our devlogs yet again. I suppose that's a form of development, that things have changed, for better or worse. I've taken to call it "tangents", because that seems to be what I write in these things: A few factoids that probably doesn't mean a whole lot to anyone, and a bunch of anecdotes and off-the-cuff remarks that don't necessarily mean more, but at least one of us have fun with!(That's me, btw)

1. Kickstarter progress I spent most of my days packing prints and Nim spent most of theirs cutting them while listening to creepy stories about national parks. Did you know there are supposed to be staircases that go nowhere out in the wilderness? Foodprints that aren't identifiable? Things that scratch at the side of your tent, whispers to you in the voice of your loved one whom you know is miles and miles away from where you are? Yeah, national parks are basically the twilight zone, according to podcasts. Becareful out there, nature-loving friend.

2. Writing Nim wrote and published their first novella! It's a weird mix of romance, horror and erotica. You ever wonder what would happen if you were acosted by a fae in the woods, then decided to follow them and have a wild shag or two? Nothing we can call "good", I assure you. But then again, who wants good? We want interesting. And that's what Many Winters' Briar gets you, an interesting encounter with a fae in the woods. It's completely unlike the Remainder, no one lost their memories, no high magick and tall towers. No world-ending rituals or magick talking cats. Just a cozy time with someone not quite human in a hut who likes berries and pain.

3. The Longing All we did for the longing recently was I THOUGHT about working on it, or rather I felt the urge to work on it squirm quietly in my marrows. That's typical of my process with these things. First the urge squirms in the marrows, then it migrates into the hemoglobin and courses through my veins, then some energetic buildup occurs in the fibres and tissue, then at last the fingers gnarl and twitch and work appears. Yesterday I actually opened up the draft and LOOKED at it. I expect any day now I will be swimming in The Longing again. Watch out for updates; watch along the shoreline for my drenched and cackling form.

4. Agnil's Design I began editing a short story I wrote for Ilar's Teatime stories ages ago, which was a tiny little thing about a magus college student sort of person who had some friction with her mother regarding personal hygiene. Whole thing was about 1 chapter-long if it were a book, and featured 1 character. I know, it sounds incredibly germain, but it's what occurred to me at the time. As I rewrote it, I kept feeling the story was supposed to be about more, and so I nudged it into a slightly different direction just to see what happens. A week later I'm four chapters into what I can only imagine would have to be a novel. Ilar, Vyn, and a few other semi-fleshed out characters were already aching to make appearances. And the threads of the Taldun lore came flowing in from all corners of the realm, and it keeps building. I still have no idea where it goes yet, but sink me it is fun to write. I expect I'll be teasing some of it on our socials soon. It's called Agnil's Design.

5. Other games I also started building another game, just for me, just for fun. It's going to be a rogue-like deck-builder, or as I call it, "body"-builder, where you do some dungeon crawling and collect the body-parts of defeated foe to build your character. I'm making it for no other reason than that I desperately want to play this game and it doesn't exist.

6. Social We are going to dole out bits and pieces of lore, character snippets, new-and-old art, and other enticing stuff over here in the coming weeks. Kindly glue your eyeballs to the bluesky, please. PLEASE, we need the numbers. XD https://bsky.app/profile/the-nim.bsky.social

There, that was less tangential than it could've been, but more tangential than most, I imagine. Big success?

Oh right, if you want to see these images in high res, and a few more sketches, as well as a sample paragraph from Many Winters' Briar and Agnil's Design, head on over to our ko-fi and patreon members section. Your support will help enable us to persevere in our wickedness. You have our infernal gratitude.

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𝜗𝜚 ⋆ BIRTHDAY .ᐟ (ethan’s version)

just a small blurb for mr ethan edwards bc roro ( @wintfleur ) let me know that today was his bday .. so a little commotion for him actually … takes place BEFORE luke moves to jersey and a little after he daisy and ethan get together ok <3

read about daisy, ethan and luke | au masterlist

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daisydoodledoo i literally blocked ethan for this bc i wanted to post my gift for him without him knowing ++ it’s literally 11pm im a HUSTLER 😮‍💨 (ft. luke watching — he signed the card dw!!) shoutout to stella and luke and rutger for reassuring me that the gift is good 😭 there’s more but i’ve decided not to add it here :3

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trevorzegras and tell me why rutger is tied up in slide 2 🤨

daisydoodledoo icl i couldn’t tell you .. i was writing the card one minute and the next my ribbon went missing

entersteller i’m just a girl ok ☹️ he needed some nice ribbon !!

lhughes_06 are you planning to give him to ethan or …

rutgermcgroarty and if she was 😽

dreagraves the build a bear frogs 🥹

daisydoodledoo luke thought it’d be silly if we dressed them up like him and i for ethan actually LOL so i made them clothes

dreagraves you make me sick (that’s so cute shits)

jackhughes shoutout luke for just sitting there

lhughes_06 i just breathed 🙄

davidungh blocking 1/2 boyfriends is actually crazy

daisydoodledoo if you don’t shut the fuck up ur next 🥰

lhughes_06 added to their close friends story .ᐟ

edwards.73 replied to your story ‘where are you guys going without me 💔’

ahndaesee replied to your story ‘BACKSHOTS 😮‍💨’

lhughes_06 who want backshots 😼

ahndaesee replied to your story ‘no but srsly wtf how did i forget the damn cake 😭 can’t believe we had to walk back’

mark.estapa replied to your story with ‘where is she scrambling off to now’

rutgermcgroarty added to their story .ᐟ

ahndaesee replied to your story ‘he hasn’t a single clue does he?’

rutgermcgroarty ‘i almost blabbed but luckily stella changed topics before i could’

ahndaesee ‘good. ur off the hook for now ig 🙄’

ahndaesee

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ahndaesee ethan on film for ethan day 📸 .. but in all seriousness, happy birthday to one of my favourite guys in the whole world. 🩷 i’ll never stop being thankful for the way you make me smile till my cheeks hurt. love you to the moon and back, ed.

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📍edwards.73 thank you pretty girl ❤️ i love you

ahndaesee 1/2 of my boys 🩷

edwards.73 speaking of which where is he

ahndaesee 🤫

edwards.73 what does this mean

davidungh cakes and candles ethan 🎂

ahndaesee cakes and candles…

davidungh am i not allowed to wish my brother in law a happy birthday

ahndaesee DONT GIVE THEM IDEAS .

lhughes_06 too late :)

edwards.73 brother in law thank you 🥰

lhughes_06 happy birthday pretty princess ❤️

ahndaesee edwards.73 found him

edwards.73 thanks lucky 🫶🏻 i love you

pshoon2002 happy ethan day !!! 🥳

stellahughes you know the relationship is good when sunghoon approves 😭

ahndaesee EL OH EL ur so right 😭

edwards.73 lhughes_06 we made it 🥹❤️

lhughes_06 feeling real grateful rn 🥲

stellahughes u did him justice daisy 🥰

edwards.73 are you calling me ugly

stellahughes and if i am

ahndaesee you and your bf are really the same

rutgermcgroarty and if we are 🥰

lhughes_06 im gonna be honest im a bit afraid

dylanduke25 is your boyfriend single

_alexturcotte asking for a friend

ahndaesee no.

lhughes_06 double no.

ynaniu happy birthday ethan!! 🫶🏻

dreagraves RAAAHH ETHAN DAY

_quinnhughes 🥳🎂

luca.fantilli daisy can you be my photographer too

ahndaesee $30 per hour flat rate with $30 service fee:)

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lhughes_06 replied to your story ‘happy birthday e ❤️ i love you :)’

luca.fantilli replied to your story ‘that cake n pasta look so good.. hope u saved leftovers’

ahndaesee replied to your story ‘love you birthday boy ❤️’

stellahughes replied to your story ‘my gf looks so good here 🥰 tell luke to hop off pls!’

jackhughes replied to your story ‘i hate couples 🙄 happy birthday though 🥳’

note from mei ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ happy ethan day everyone !! i hope everyone likes this .. it’s so long (i’m very sorry)

pookie tags : @lovings4turn @iceflwers @wintfleur ( owner of stella hughes oc )