#// this man is a giant sad wet cat

[vendettavalor]

⚔️ Miscellaneous Character Info⚔️

SAVAGE OPRESS

— BASICS.

▸     IS  YOUR  MUSE  TALL  /  SHORT  /  AVERAGE?

Tall. Canon states he's 7'1". I headcanon him being even taller at around 7'5" with how he towers over others.

▸      ARE  THEY  OKAY  WITH  THEIR  HEIGHT ?

Savage couldn't care one way or another about his height. He appreciates it since it helps him appear large, imposing, and intimidating. But ultimately, even if he was short he would not care. His size is not what his enemies should be worried about.

▸      WHAT’S    THEIR    HAIR    LIKE?

No hair. Only his crown - the term by which Dathomirians refer to their horns. He's kind of meticulous about caring for it so it's 're basically hair though.

▸     DO    THEY    SPEND    A    LOT    OF    TIME    ON    THEIR    HAIR     /    GROOMING?

More than he'd ever admit. It was part of the culture. A Dathomirian male's crown is weapon and a symbol of his status. The bigger the crown, the more powerful, healthy, and therefore more desirable he is. But beyond the cultural aspect, good hygiene is just a requirement. After all, the individual horns aren't actually horns - they're antlers since they're made of bone and not keratin. Unlike antlers though, they keep growing and are nourished by blood vessels, meaning they never calcify and fall off. This means if they're not taken care of and maintained, any damage could mean a very painful and possibly fatal infection. Plus, it's just a point of pride for him.

▸      DOES  YOUR  MUSE  CARE  ABOUT  THEIR  APPEARANCE  /  WHAT  OTHERS  THINK ?

Not really. Savage, like most males of his culture, views his very being as a tool and a weapon. His appearance doesn't matter. His skills are what count. He allows enemies to underestimate him at their own peril.

—    PREFERENCES.

▸     INDOORS  OR  OUTDOORS?

Outdoors. He prefers more temperate to hot climates like that of the Dathomirian village. Being inside for too long makes him feel confined.

▸     RAIN  OR  SUNSHINE?

Sunshine. Dathomirians enjoy sunning themselves. They're not cold-blooded by any means, but the sun is very pleasant on their skin. Granted, Savage doesn't mind the rain. He's liable to stand in it like a koala if need me, completely disregarding it as it drenches him.

▸     FOREST  OR  BEACH?  

Forest. The bogs and fens of Dathomir are familiar to him, and the forests are very similar. Though he might also enjoy the beach if he knew how to swim and also could get over how open it is.

▸     PRECIOUS  METALS  OR  GEMS?

Metals. It's not a matter of form but of function. Metals can create tools and weapons which are useful. Gems do not hold his interest unless they have some greater functional use to attract him.

▸     FLOWERS  OR  PERFUMES?

Flowers. Dathomirians have sensitive senses. Savage is no exception. If anything, he's only more sensitive due to his alterations. He doesn't mind the scents of flowers. In fact, he even finds them soothing and pleasant. But perfumes are just a bit too strong for him. He tends to get headaches and gets very grumpy about how they make breathing a little bit difficult and his eyes water.

▸     PERSONALITY  OR  APPEARANCE?

Savage does not judge by appearance. If that were the case, Kenobi would have killed him instead of simply taking an arm and the nibs of his crown spikes. He learned from his brother the mistake of judging someone by their appearance - quickly. He knows now to make judgment based on a person's personality. Their beliefs, their actions, their gestures, their habits. That's what he bases opinions on. It's also how he sizes people up to determine how best to approach them.

▸     BEING  ALONE  OR  BEING  IN  A  CROWD?

Depends on where he is in his journey. But for the most part, Savage prefers to be alone or only accompanied by his brothers. He's never had a strong sense of community, never had a circle of friends or companions. It's only ever been him and his family. Sometimes it's Feral, sometimes it's Maul. Ideally, he'd like to be able to go along with both.

▸     ORDER  OR  ANARCHY?

Order. Savage grew up in a cult, and that is not an exaggeration. The Nightbrothers were a strict band of males who focused heavily on the very archaic, traditional beliefs that the males were made to fight and be selected as breeding stock. They existed as weapons and tools of carnage made to create stronger and more resilient offspring to continue the cycle. His life has centered around conflict and survival since the day he was born. That rigid structure and desire to fit into a specific role follows him everywhere.

▸     PAINFUL  TRUTHS  OR  WHITE  LIES?

Painful truths. Savage can handle the truth a lot better than he handles lies. He'd prefer people just be honest with him. Lies waste his time and infuriate him.

▸     SCIENCE  OR  MAGIC?

Magic. Mostly because that's what he was raised with knowing. The magick and the enchantments and the spells of the Nightsisters were a pivotal part of his life. He grew up knowing that his fate was intrinsically tied to the Witches of Dathomir and the Nightsisters. And also because, let's be honest - Savage runs on instinct. His skills of reason and deduction are weak at best. He doesn't know the first thing about science beyond the rudimentary basics of biology, physics, and engineering required to make blades, make bombs, and make babies. Maul was the brains of the operation for a reason.

▸      PEACE  OR  CONFLICT?

Peace was never an option. This man was born and bred for conflict. Woe be unto anyone who forgets that for even a second.

▸     NIGHT  OR  DAY?

Night. Sensitive eyes see better in the darkness. It's cooler and more temperate but generally not too cold and he just enjoys the feeling of an evening breeze and the moonlight highlighting his surroundings. It speaks to his inner beast. He's a Nightbrother after all.

▸     DUSK  OR  DAWN?

Dusk. See above. And also, weirdly tender as it is, Savage enjoys the sunset more than he enjoys the twilight.

▸     WARMTH    OR    COLD ?

Warmth. Again, Dathomir leaned from temperate to a tropical in climate. Heat was more common than cold and he enjoys that a lot more. He doesn't claim to have an intolerance but... he definitely isn't fond of the cold.

▸     MANY  ACQUAINTANCES  OR  A  FEW  CLOSE  FRIENDS?

A few close friends. Not even that actually. Just his brothers, thanks.

▸     READING    OR    PLAYING    A    GAME?

Reading. Savage has never played games. Not even as a child growing up. The closest thing to games was grounding Feral and calming him down whenever he got scared or whenever he panicked and started scrambling around looking for baby Maul because he turned his back for two seconds and saw he'd disappeared from the mat where he left him. At least reading makes him feel smarter and more prepared for things.

—    QUESTIONNAIRE.

▸      WHAT    ARE    SOME    OF    YOUR    MUSE’S    BAD    HABITS?

Savage has a tendency to stare. Very, very intensely. He was never taught manners to be fair. His natural inclination is to assess people, analyze how much of a threat they are, and watch closely for any sign of danger. This leads to his staring long and hard for inappropriate amounts of time.

Another habit he has is tapping his claws or shifting position often. Folding and unfolding his arms, flexing his fists, cracking his neck, rolling his shoulders. Despite the transformation, he has a lot of pent of energy. He feels the urge to constantly be moving, constantly be looking and patrolling for threats, scouting out danger or watching the perimeter of his "territory." He sometimes has to be refocused.

Mumbling. Savage has a very low voice and while he can project it, he leans towards being more submissive despite his size. Thus, he speaks quietly and softly - unless he's facing an adversary. This means that, at least around Maul and Feral, he tends to mumble.

Rubbing his crown against surfaces. As mentioned previously, he's a little bit obsessive about his crown. He tends to it incessantly when he can and that means whenever he makes himself at home in a new place, he frequently rubs the spikes against surfaces. It has a dual-purpose, sharpen them up a bit and keep the circulation good, and also to leave his scent and let others know that this is his territory.

▸      HAS  YOUR  MUSE  LOST  ANYONE  CLOSE  TO  THEM?  HOW  HAS  IT  AFFECTED   THEM?

Nightbrothers are told not to form attachments. They're soldiers, weapons. Weapons can't feel. But oh, Savage feels. He feels more than either of his brothers, and no amount of transformation can take that from him. He does not remember his mother, but he remembers Maul and Feral. He remembers raising both of them from the time they were infants and while he himself was still a child. It was brutal, unforgiving, but beautiful - and he would not trade those days for the galaxy. He did not show it, but when he killed that construct of Feral the Nightsisters conjured, he genuinely though he had killed his brother. And he sobbed. He snapped out of that spell just long enough to weep. He was devastated at the realization that he thought he had murdered his own brother. And when he came too after the fight with Palpatine and Maul wasn't there? He cried even harder, because he loved Maul, he found him, and he lost him again. He thought he'd failed to protect him. And that hurt him more than the thought that he was alone and had no one now ever could. (At least there is a small comfort in the fact that it was Feral who found him, so not all hope was lost. But God, losing Maul altered him. He regained some of his previous heart. The softer, more sensitive bits of himself that the spell repressed.)

▸      WHAT  ARE  SOME  FOND  MEMORIES  YOUR  MUSE  HAS?

Savage's fondest memories come from his brothers in their childhood. Carrying Maul on his back and Feral in a pouch slung across his chest while out foraging in the fens. Teaching Maul how to talk and walk. Teaching Feral how to tend to his little nubbins. Teaching both of them to fight using sticks. Teaching them how to climb and having to be the one to help them jump down when they got stuck. Teaching them how to hunt small game and prepare it for meals. Hands down his favorite memories are the ones where both of his brothers are snuggled into him and dozing off while he lays back and watches the stars above them.

▸     IS  IT  EASY  FOR  YOUR  MUSE  TO  KILL?

It's harder for him not to.

▸      WHAT’S  IT  LIKE  WHEN  YOUR  MUSE  BREAKS  DOWN?

No one will ever see it. You will never know if Savage is deeply and truly upset. He's too good at playing the stoic facade. Not even his brothers have seen him cry. He waits until he is well and truly alone and even then, he fights the tears. Tries to wipe them away and just sniffles as he does. But when he is well and truly at his limit and the burden on his heart becomes just too much to bear any longer, he falls to his hands and knees and just sobs. It's not pleasant to hear. It sounds like a wounded animal screaming out. The tears come fast and free and his teeth are bared like a snarling wolf's. He claws at the ground and just screams until it all comes pouring out of him like a fountain of emotion. And once his vocal chords are raw and he has nothing left to wail out, once his chest is empty, he heaves in breaths, picks himself up, wipes himself clean, and carries on like nothing happened.

It never really helps though.

▸      IS  YOUR  MUSE  CAPABLE  OF  TRUSTING  SOMEONE  WITH  THEIR  LIFE?

Yes. But only a select few. You'll never guess - his brothers. His kin are the only ones he truly and completely trusts his life with.

▸      WHAT’S  YOUR  MUSE  LIKE  WHEN  THEY’RE  IN  LOVE?

Stupider than usual. Savage does not understand the concept of attraction or romance. Those just don't exist in his society. He was raised in a cult where he was viewed as breeding stock and nothing more. Any coupling that occurred was for the express purpose of producing strong offspring. There was no love or romance and affection or connection. No deeper emotional attachment to it.

He doesn't believe that someone would or could have feelings of romance or affection towards him. His mind can only comprehend the idea that they might be experiencing physical attraction and want him to be the sire to strong children. Emotional sentimentality does not make sense. Likewise, any attraction he experiences is strange and confusing. He understands only that he might be having a biological response to physically attractive qualities. That doesn't get him to act. He just waits for it fizzle out.

The worst part is when it persists and becomes an emotional attachment. That's when the confusion becomes frustration. He doesn't things anymore. Doesn't understand why he wants to be near the person more. Why he wants to hear their voice. Why he suddenly feels so protective over them and thinks about being aggressive towards people that engage with them, even if he's familiar with them and would never think so otherwise. All he knows is that when he's with them, he feels comfortable. Soothed, even. And he doesn't know why. Nor does he seek to know why. He just sort of keeps an eye on it and waits for it to pass because, per his culture, it's not his place to engage. Man will pine forever and never even realize it.

And flirting? Don't even think about it. He doesn't know what flirting is and any sort of flirting or even bold displays of romance will go right over his head. Go ahead - give him a bouquet of roses and a box of chocolates and kiss him directly on the mouth. He has no idea what you're on about. This could be a sign of friendship for all he knows. Unless you're going to sit him down and tell him directly and to his face that you're in love with him and want a relationship with him, and then take the time to explain what that means in detail with comparisons to his culture, he is lost. He's that dense and inexperienced.

Because why would a weapon need to know what love is?

Tagged by: @mayxthexforce

Tagging: @tacticalvalor (Ghost), @ambitchouss @valorums @fledermuse (Jane) @rathalascendant @calibratedafflatus (Dani) @heroinesjourncy (Doc Ock) and anyone else who feels up for it!

[lildoodlenoodle]

Some Simon Riley Headshot doodles

[gayelderstourney]

OLD MAN YAOI BRACKET ROUND 1

Propaganda:

Bob Zanotto/Helmut Fullbear:

THEY LITERALLY MADE MR CRY THE FIRST TIME I PLAYED THE GAME. THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH AND THEY FINALLY GET TO BE HAPPY TOGETHER. YOU DONT UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH THEY MEAN TO ME.

they are married in canon and are epic and amazing. they had sad canon events where bob thought helmut was dead for like 30 years or something but helmut WASN'T dead his brain was still alive and they are reunited in the game first by way of stealing an evil dictator's body and then later on they put helmut's brain in a ball as a temporary fix while they go out to find his body which has been frozen in ice. the game forces you to walk through bob's memory of saying his vows at their wedding ceremony and it's seriously some of the most romantic and heartwarming shit i've ever heard, especially "just when i thought i was turning to seed, you made me bloom again" like my god. i love them

they're gay and old as hell!!!! there's a level dedicated to their wedding!!!

Helmut is voiced by Jack Black and is currently a brain in a ball, and Bob knows him so well that the mental image of him in his drunken mind says things Bob KNOWS the real Helmut would never say. Also Helmut is temporarily in the body of a guy voiced by Elijah Wood-

Craig Cuttlefish/DJ Octavio:

well you see they used to be friends but were on opposite sides of the great turf war. cuttlefish gets a 14 year old to go stop octavios army. also they argue in splatoon 3 which is just part of the 100+ year divorce arc BUT AT THE FINAL BOSS IN THE JAPANESE VERSION THEY SHARE THE ICONIC LINE THAT CUES THE CALAMARI INKANTATION AND IN THE ENGLISH CUTTLEFISH TELLS OCTAVIO TO "HIT IT" AND START THE MUSIC AND MUSIC IS SO IMPORTANT TO THE SPLATOON UNIVERSE YAAAAA ik its grasping but its lovers to enemies

Literally I have seen so many people call this old man yaoi.

Old men divorce!!!

They're old men who made their divorce the problem of every young person in their lives <3. 100 years ago during the Great Turf War between inklings and octarians, Craig and Octavio were the chosen ambassadors of their respective species. They got along well, but unfortunately found themselves on opposite sides of the war. During one of the battles Craig shot Octavio in the heart. The inlkings won the war and the octarians were forced underground. For years afterward both men grew bitter towards each other, and eventually Octavio attacked the new Squidbeak Splatoon (a group of secret agents recruited by Craig). Octavio lost both times and got imprisoned in a giant snow globe (and Craig calls him cute). In the latest game Octavio got over his hatred for Inklings (Craig's species) and used his flying mech to help defeat the BBEG of the game. After the final fight, Craig said something to the effect of 'that old rascal turned out to be not so bad!'.

Alright ok hear me out! These two old men have fought in wars for their races against each other and have the craziest pathetic old man homoerotic tension ever. They like, went from at least respecting each other before the war and then they were forced to fight each other and then when Cuttlefish's side won, Octavio went underground like a pathetic lil wet cat and later on he kidnapped Cuttlefish because of game related reasons and both of them still have way too much homoerotic tension!!! And then Octavio gets owned and then in the second game Octavio decides that "Hey actually, lets kidnap Cuttlefish's granddaughter" and the old man isnt even there cause hes busy being a pathetic old man in the under-underground!!! And in the third game they go fron rival/enemies to reluctantly working together to save the world from actual extinction bc some durry bitch wants to cover it in fuzzy ooze and like, both of them have so much old man ship potential and just- theyre still pining for each other even after over a 100 years man,,,,

I personally headcanon Cap'n Cuttlefish as homophobic, but I see the ship a lot and think it's funny.

They’re both at least like 125 probably a bit older, they are so divorced, like peak lovers to enemies back to lovers, Cap’n Cuttlefish calls Octavio cute in Splatoon one immediately after you rescue him from Octavio kidnapping him? So dysfunctional, so gay, so old

They fought in the Great Turf War which was said to be over 100 years ago, Capn Cuttlefish was, well, a captain I believe (he had some sort of rank even if he wasn't a captain, like he led a battle that's singled out in the sunken scrolls of the first game). they act so divorced in the singleplayer mode like they cannot stop insulting each other specifically but octavio always comes back and like kidnaps or insults captain cuttlefish it's so. and when the great zapfish gets stolen in splatoon 3 captain cuttlefish is like "it's the octarians again i know it" like divorced behavior. also it wasn't this time and octavio gets super weird about it. maybe you should stop using children as props in your drama though.

my favorite war crime divorcees <3

They basically are friends to enemies to lovers. Both of them fought in a war that hurt DJ Octavio so bad he can’t become an inkling.

friends -> enemies -> lovers. what more is there to say

they are soooo divorced

they were so gay their breakup ended a war

Craig Cuttlefish got sucked dry by a bear

they got divorced but then they got remarried . they fuckinf hate eachother but they also make out sloppy style and i do not know how that works because neither of them have mouths in their swim form which they are both permanently stuck in. love wins but also loses at the same time with these fucking losers

they are sooo divorced omg. istg they were dating when they were younger and then war n shit happened and now theyre bitter exes who probably still make out sometimes. Makes it so much funnier that theyre old ass men (both over 100!) and Cuttlefish has grandkids

They were on opposite sides of a war and still fell in love

[mysouleaten]

raining cats and dogs !

tokyo rev cats x gn! reader

summary ... it only started with [name] taking in two strays when they were driving home from work, it was pouring and the two poor strays were soaked! you couldn't leave them… so you took them in

warnings ... fluff, fluff, fluff

[part two]

it was pouring, pooooourrring!! pouring!

honestly, this was one of the most giant rain storms that has happened this year

it was around six-thirty pm when you got out of work, you worked in two pet shops, one in the morning and one in the afternoon, and then had the evening all to yourself

but the afternoon pet shop hours bled into your evening rest, which meant you had to stay a couple more hours because some brat threw a fit when he couldn't have the specific breed of dog he wanted and the mother wasn't much help either, threatening to call the cops on the pet shop because we had 'poor' customer service...

entitled people really are a pain...

you were stuck in traffic by seven pm and it lasted almost twenty-five minutes! you might have as well brought a pillow and blanket for a nap, and by the time traffic started to ease its way.. the storm had hit at first it was small droplets of rain, then it started to increase, and then finally a nice heavy water fall let down on gods stupid creation called earth

you liked the rain, it was nice and calming, when you weren't getting wet but one thing you didn't like about the rain was when you were driving!! you couldn't see a damn thing especially in the dark streets of tokyo! >:(

god knows if you accidentally hit someone but you wouldn't know! because it's dark as hell out here! even with the bright lights of the city that were being dimmed because of the heavy rain

maybe you would know if you hit someone? because you would obviously feel a bump? or a scream? or a- okay enough of that

you let out a breath when you finally saw your apartment complex

'bright lights tokyo apartment complex'

was the name of your fancy apartment complex, it was nice, spacious, and had a nice view of the city

and another plus was the strays that would walk around, some strays would let you pat them and feed them and others didn't like that all too much but it was still nice seeing them

though you wouldn't be staying for long, you were moving into a house soon. it was much closer to your jobs and it was known to have more strays around there, so that was a plus!

you parked your car near your building and turned off your car and just sat there for a little while, contemplating if you wanted to make a run for the stairs or just sleep in your car until the rain was over.. why? because you didn't bring an umbrella

you kissed your teeth and looked out the window, 'yep still pouring' you thought, you'd hoped the poring rain would decrease after a while but sadly it didn't

you looked around inside your car and let out a long breath "yep, gotta make a run for it" you said

quickly opening your car door and slamming it shut, and running towards the stairs that led you up a floor-to-your-apartment, finally having some shelter that stopped the rain from drenching you even more

you made it halfway up the stairs before hearing a small faint 'meow'

"huh?"

"meoww.."

you made a confused face before looking over the railing and down to see if you could see what was making that sound, you didn't see anything

"curiosity killed the cat," you said to yourself and then started to slowly walk back up the stairs before you again heard the sad cry

you turned your head back and looked out into the car parking lot and then looked down to the bottom of the stairs

"well at least it isn't an old man crying for help... so how bad could this be?" you quietly said, you made your way down the stairs and looked left and right

you heard the sad cry from the cat again in the bushes on the left side of the wide opening, finally making your way all the way down the steps and then crouching down, wiping away the rainwater that was sliding down your face

"meoww.." there it was again

you stood up and walked closer to the wall, crouching beside it to look out into the bushes, there you saw a soggy shoe box with the lid half off of the box leaving whatever is inside open to the heavy rain that was pouring through the leaves of the bush

"meeoww..." hearing the sad cry again made your heart clench

"okay buddy im coming," you said, you stood up from your crouched position next to the concrete wall and quickly reached your arm into the bush to drag the shoe box out, you heard a whimper and a small hiss

"it's ok.. not gonna hurt you" you whispered finally getting the shoe box completely out from the bush and the pouring rain

you sat on the second step of the rain, letting the soggy shoe box have a place on your already-drenched lap

looking into the box you saw two cats, a yellowy-orange cat with stripes and a brownish-pinkish cat

they were curled up next to each other, seeming to keep each other warm

the orangy cat looked up at you with its cyan-blue eyes and blinked a couple of times and then pawed at its face to get rid of the extra moisture of its face

"hey, there buddy lemme get you inside it's cold out here" you quietly said, you didn't want to scare it. the cat didn't seem to protest so you carefully got up with the box in your hands and made your way up the stairs finally

when you got to your apartment door, you reached inside of your pockets to find them empty...

right.. all your belongings are inside your car..

that was in the parking lot...

in the cold pouring rain..

that's great, you had to make another trip in the rain, you most defiantly are gonna catch a cold now

"meow?"

"meow to you too buddy..."

[bumblinv]

---  omaticayan (house) cats ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

feauturing neteyam, kiri, lo’ak, tuk

headcanons of them as literal house cats bc the entire omaticaya clan are just 3-meters-tall, walking, blue forests cats with bows. change. my. mind.

: ̗̀➛ tuk ; tabby kitten

“what breed is she?” 

“just a little girl”

you don’t know her exact breed

no one can blame you tho, she was jus a baby left by her mother in your backyard, that you took in

could be a mix of all sort of breeds, but to you, tuk was your little girl 

the moment you took her in, she was severely malnourished. so you feed her with your own hands, bathe her, sleep with her each night

she was like your own child

and you’re ready to fight every single person in this planet if someone dare to lift a finger againts her

the bravest little kitten you’ve ever know

but the silliest too, 

her entire body went wet as she got in, headfirst, into her bowl when she first learned to eat wet food

and one time she jumped into your aquarium to ‘catch’ the fishes

she would snatch pieces of wings from your plate and holds on it for her dear life when you tried to take it away from her </3

you would crochet matching hats for you and her

overall, the best lil girl ever

_

: ̗̀➛ lo’ak ; bengal cat

do i need to say more

he’d run all over the house, pouncing at every moving thing in sight, playing with his toys for hours, and getting to high places you never knew he could reach

one time he somehow got to the house’s roof. it freaked you out

you were convinced that this little bundle of energy is literally a cheerful puppy in cat’s clothing

with his adorable little coat, that took some time to put on, you take him to the park each morning. this is mandatory, or else he’s too energize to sleep at night and would start knocking things over at 3am (wich you learned the hard way)

at the park, his curious self would sniff everything and anything. a tree, a man’s leg, until he got too curious to a little winged fella, that a pigeon once pecked him on the head

he befriended every single dog and cat around the park, but would get a little salty if new people tried to touch him

at night, when finally, his energy went to 0%, he got cuddly. really cuddly, he sticks to you like glue

and i know he would sleep on your chest and suffocates you in your sleep

_

: ̗̀➛ kiri ; persian cat

she so bougie ngl

and a little moody too

you wont need an alaram clock, cause every morning, at the exact same time, she would sit on your face and starts screaming for food

i hope your wallet thick as hell cause i know she would only eat whole foods, like those healthy (and super fucking pricy) food rich cat persons feed their cats

kiri right there eating salmon and chicken breasts, and you’re left slurping your sad instant ramen 

things we do for our cats ammirite

half of your life savings went to her

from grooming money, for buying her expensive foods and vitamins, to all her essentials like her high tech self cleaning litter box(?)

she spoiled as hell

but i know she still has the audacity to scratch your hand and legs

don’t get me wrong, she loves you. the two things she dislikes the least was you and the big blue fish living in your pond (it was rotxo) 

_

: ̗̀➛ neteyam ; golden retriever

I KNOW I SAID CATS

but none of yall could deny

even as a person, he got that golden retriever personality 

always have a smile on his face, tail wagging every time

calm and loving, 

would befriend every other animal you foster, you sometimes find them all cuddled up together

have i mention that he loves cuddling? 

but remember he’s huge

would crush you every time he cuddles into your lap

but you never minded, cause he’s the sweetest, most gentle giant 

[cosmosis]

s. todoroki - fantasy + hybrid au (pt. 1)

inspired slightly by @willowser ‘s dragon king bakugo story

Bred specifically for both supernatural beauty and terminal murder, Shouto Todoroki grew to realize that he is no longer human, but a beast.  Hybrid breeders intricately crafted him to be the perfect specimen; a high-end snow leopard with the killing instincts of a true carnivore, but the aesthetics of a misunderstood prince. 

Which is exactly what he was. 

Shouto was property, his existence only being for entertainment of the King, and to kill. Every day of his life was spent either within the cold bars of a cage, or the bloodstained colosseum where he fought for his life. All will only see the surface of Shouto; a well-bred, lethal animal. Not a human in the slightest, not a person in the slightest. 

Yet, he can speak, he can observe, and he can change his appearance to resemble man. 

. . .

Caught for stealing fruit from a man, the royal guards of the King took you by arms to be mercilessly thrown into the colosseum. Despite your foul screams and curses for freedom, you were forced through the massive gates of the area, left with nothing but your pride, and a pocket knife. 

You were tossed in, and immediately, you scrambled back towards the now closed gates, two guards grinning at you with malicious smirks. Through your claws and pries to open the gates, the two men took their leave, leaving you for dead. 

You could hear the cheers and cries of numerous townspeople echoing as you turn around, gazing towards the distant other end of the arena. A dark shadow casts over the opposing end of you, and you can only see two feline eyes. 

A deep, ferocious growl omits across from you, coursing a violent chill down your spice. You hear the soft paws of an animal, and all you can do is clutch your pocket knife for comfort. 

The beast slowly, steadily steps forward into the light of the sun, finally illuminating himself to your gaze. 

The way the leopard pierces you with his gaze, the way he slowly paces around you in a circle makes you feel as though you’re being hunted, that you’re the prey destined to die. 

The sheer size of the leopard scares you, and you’re almost certain that you would lose if you tried to defend yourself against him. The claws, the glare, and the teeth say it all for you. 

The crowd all suddenly goes silent as the giant leopard pauses in front of you, as if they all know what’s about to happen next. Anticipation rises, and all the audience seems to want to leap out of their seats. 

You can feel the leopards’ gaze as you clutch your knife with shaky hands, and he looks directly into your own eyes. 

You freeze, and you see all the untended wounds and scratches on the animal. Though his fur coat shines silver, there’s a bleak sag to it that you can only see if you squint. Despite the lingering feeling of death nearby, you cannot help but have sympathy for the creature.  

He just looks so sad, and so very miserable. 

You drop your knife to the ground with a ‘clank’, taking a deep breath to yourself. 

Despite all the fear that you feel, you let out your hand in front of the beast, urging him to sniff at your hand like you would a stray cat. Because that’s what he is; a cat. 

The leopard surprisingly flinches, sensing no threat to your hand, yet still ogling at your tiny hand like he doesn’t know what to do with it. 

The crowd’s so quiet, you could hear a pin drop. 

“You sniff it, y’know?“ You mutter, so kindly, so softly. 

Shouto understands, and he hears you. There’s no knife on you, no harm to you. Should he listen?

He does. 

Ever-so-slowly, the leopard takes a step forward, looking hesitant to smell your hand. Eventually though, he does, pressing his wet nose to your hand to sniff at the soft skin of your knuckles. 

His previously ferocious eyes dilate at your scent, and Shouto starts getting deeper into it, discreetly, shyly rubbing his face all over your hand, and even your wrists.  He’s never smelled something so sweet, and so wonderful. You’re too kind to be real, too lovely to even possibly be human, a species that Shouto believes to be cruel, foul, and malicious. 

Murmurs start to file through the crowd, and there’s a confused, unsatisfied energy in the air. Where is the fight, the bloodshed? 

You peer upwards at the King’s viewing balcony, noticing the royal discreetly speak to a few guards. Shouto continues to rub himself onto you, and you take that as gentle permission to scratch his head.

From there, he just melts, provided with the affection and love he’s been craving so long for- a starved man in front of a platter of food. 

“Alright, missy, we’re gonna have to take it over from here.“

You hear the voices of the guards from earlier, and instantly, you scowl in pure disgust. Both guards host spears in their hands, and the giant metal gates slowly swing open. 

“Step away from the beast!“

One of the guards barks at you, and you’re frozen, unsure of what to do. 

“I said, step away!“

One guard takes initiative, charging towards you with a metal spear in clutch. You surge back to save yourself from the guard, and you regretfully tear your hand from Shouto. 

Just as a guard manages to meet his spear with your heart, Shouto snarls unlike you’ve ever heard before, shattering the wooden bar of the spear with his jaws. The guard cowers away, and Shouto pounces for him, scratching the guard’s face enough to draw blood. You gasp in horror, and Shouto spots the very obviously open gate behind the remaining guard.  

You almost think that Shouto goes to bite your arm off when he mouths the sleeve of your dress, growling and tugging at you towards the open gates. Frantically, Shouto tugs you, then looks at his own back, seemingly ushering you to quickly!!! get onto his back. 

It takes you a moment to realize, but you quickly scramble onto Shouto’s back, desperately gripping his fur coat to keep yourself from tumbling off. 

Instantly, Shouto takes the queue to run, as fast as he ever has before; for freedom, for the chance to escape this hellhole. The leopard charges for the gates at full speed, and you curl yourself into Shouto’s back, pressing your cheek against his fur. 

Both you and leopard burst through the gates, escaping the shouts of all the audience, and the curses of the guards. Shouto runs off, dashing through the townsmarket and crashing through numerous carts and tents filled with goods. 

At last, you see the distant flutter of trees, and you hesitantly turn around, ensuring yourself that no guards have managed to follow the two of you. There isn’t, and you huff a sigh of relief as Shouto slows his run into the forest. 

[floristkills]

Ferret!Techno (and sbi) au that I wrote out while ao3 was down /⁠ᐠ⁠｡⁠ꞈ⁠｡⁠ᐟ⁠\

[co-created by @whoooevenkn0ws]

Phil is a normal man who comes into possession of a ferret (Technoblade) who was being neglected and could no longer be cared for by an acquaintance.

Initially, Phil tries to find someone to rehome the ferret to, but eventually grows close to him, in no small part due to the fact that Techno will bite people who are over and Phil starts to feel uncomfortable around (and sometimes others too >:3). Decides to keep Techno!

At this point, Phil does research on ferrets and finds out that 1. They need friends to be happy, and 2. They are not supposed to be pink actually.

The second problem can't be remedied, no matter how much he washes and wrings out Techno like a wet dishrag... But he does go buy him two new friends!

Wilbur and Tommy.

Wilbur and Tommy are already bonded brothers and they gang up on Techno at first, especially Tommy. But Techno eventually gets over his shyness and starts biting back. Somehow, this actually makes them gain mutual respect, especially Wilbur, who makes sure Tommy doesn't get too feisty with Techno (and get the chomp). They all become good friends and brothers, making Phil's life a chaotic nightmare as he deals with the three cat worms.

Only, right when Phil starts getting used to being a ferret dad, he wakes up in the middle of the night to a giant racket and finds three children, no ferrets, and their hair is all conveniently color coded.

Obviously, like a normal man, Phil has a little mental breakdown. Because his /ferrets/ just turned into /human/ children.

Neotrio also have a freak out, because they are literally ferrets, but now they have opposable thumbs and consciousness. During the chaos that ensues, several family heirlooms get destroyed and Phil sheds a few tears.

After the dust settles, a certain pink ferret child is missing.

Phil did not think to put child locks on his doors for his /ferrets/ and Techno has a mighty need to elope with his new ability to use doorknobs.

Immediately, they go looking.

Phil is desperately trying to ask people if they have seen a ferret child, and perhaps it is the frantic yelling about ferrets or that Wilbur refuses to not walk like a ferret (Tommy and Techno can walk perfectly normally), but people are avoiding him.

It appears hopeless.

What is a man without his ferret?

Philza sad. (Wilbur and Tommy also sad, but also ferrets).

While Phil is running around town, dragging newly human ferret Wilbur and Tommy along with him on kid leashes, Techno is experiencing the human world for the first time alone. It kind of sucks for a little ferret! Cars keep almost hitting him in the road, humans keep yelling at him, and he has no idea where he is. It is all very overwhelming and scary.

Eventually Techno finds a park and hides inside the tube slide because it reminds him of his cage.

Curled up at the bottom of the playground equipment and sadly eating cheerios that he found on the ground, Techno spends his first night as a human alone and scared.

He misses his ferret family :(

----

While ferrets do not often turn into human children, it may be even less often that they turn /back/ into ferrets. And yet, when a small child falls down the slide and lands on Techno, there is a poof, a small squeak, and then a peculiarly pink ferret left stunned.

While the frightened child screams up a storm in the slide, Techno immediately runs off, dealing with the existential implications of being a ferret again after knowing morality. And also, he is still alone and outside.

It just so happens that at this time a woman named Kristin is walking by a playground that has a screaming kid and word of a strange pink child. It is really none of her business, but while on her journey home she happens upon a frantic ferret running in circles. She can see hawks and foxes and cats eyeing the strange tube rat hungrily, perhaps only held off by his toxic pink color.

But that doesn't stop Kristin from scooping Techno up, easily dodging his little bites.

"Who the hell lets their ferret outside?"

Philza is a man with no pride.

His previously ferret children have begun to get distracted by the human world. It is inconvenient when Tommy starts eating wild strawberries off of a bush and gets covered in the juice, which causes a lot of confusion considering that Phil is asking after a pink child.The passerbys also do not seem to take kindly when he frantically yells that he means his favorite pink child when they point at Tommy. (Tommy doesn't care, for he is a ferret).

Though, Phil does hear word on the wind about a woman carrying around a bright pink ferret.

On the way to her house, they pass an unfortunate intersection where a car horn blares, causing two poofs and two ferrets to pop back into being. Phil is becoming numb to this circumstance.

Both hands full of ferrets, Phil knocks on Kristin's door and immediately demands his ferret child back. The woman gives him one glance, the ferrets in his hands two glances, and then slams the door in his face with a sharp word about letting ferrets outside.

Immediately, Phil falls to his knees and cries out in anguish.

Kristin obviously hears this through her door, but she's already deep within plotting. Because someone that dyes their ferret pink and lets them run around outside should not own two other ferrets.

Techno, for his part, is curled up in the pillow filled cardboard box she set up for him, missing his brothers and Phil and sad about being ferretnapped.

That night, Kristin hatches her heist. She breaks into Phil's house and steals Wilbur and Tommy out of their cage. It's easy, because Phil is busy loudly crying in the kitchen. (Techno also tries to hatch an escape while she's gone, but his legs are very short and can not escape the box).

When Techno is reunited with Wilbur and Tommy, they all do happy wiggles and run around in circles,before curling up in a cute ferret ball. Kristin thinks it's sweet and sets about researching ferrets (and ferret shampoo to get rid of pink).

Neotrio initially plan to escape back to Phil, but Kristin buys them treats and doesn't mind when they get into gremlin trouble,so they kind of just chill at her house for a couple days. They are ferrets, after all. They can not be blamed.

Only, wouldn't you know, a couple nights later there's a loud clatter and when Kristin runs to check, there is a small pink child standing inside of the ferret box.

And no pink ferret.

Kristin has an appropriate sized freak out over her ferret turning into a human child, and also Tommy and Wilbur (still ferrets) are jumping around like crazy. Somehow, in the chaos, Techno runs away again. (Someone has to buy child locks for this kid).

Now it is Kristin's turn to double clutch ferret Wilbur and Tommy as she runs around looking for human Techno. It's during this that she runs into Phil, who is moping in the streets. Immediately, she starts screaming at Phil. It's only then that Tommy and Wilbur poof into kids.

It gets what she was trying to get across pretty well.

Phil and Kristin team up to find Techno. Nearby, in a shady alley, Techno is poised to grab candy off of the ground underneath of a suspiciously propped up box with a string attached 🪤

As they round the corner, Kristin runs over and kicks the man trying to kidnap Techno in the neck (this is also when Phil falls in love with her).

In a mixture of relief and fear, Phil runs up to Techno and shakes him by the shoulders, yelling about how much he worried him. Experiencing guilt for the first time, Techno's eyes immediately well up as he gives the most pathetic ferret look. Phil picks him up, and alongside Kristin, they bring the ferret children home.

Sleepy ferret boys get tucked into bed as Phil and Kristin go around locking every door and window in sight before they can finally discuss the existence of ferrets turning into children. It's quite the development and they have to swap phone numbers to discuss it more. (And also so Kristin can visit the ferret boys).

Phil wakes up on the couch the next morning to find two ferrets and one pink child splayed out on top of him.

Life is good :)

[missingrache]

10 fandoms 10 blorbos, very belatedly responding to a tag from lovely @windsweptinred:

1. Bioshock: Mark Meltzer

This man is the subject of my very first post on tumblr, he must be included here, I adore this sad fuck.

2. Homestuck: Diamonds Droog

A toss up between him and Slick. I was and am a Homestuck Intermission girlie and this must be acknowledged.

3. Dragon Age: Justice

I have many many Dragon Age faves and DAO and also Awakening is so so important to me, but Jorstin here is the fellow I have the most distinct and personal opinions about and is, aside from OCs like my Brosca Warden, Avi, the only one I have a strong rp/fic voice for. He’s such a weird and cool dude!

4. DC Comics/Animated Universe: Martian Manhunter/ J’onn J’onzz

My BOY. I love him most in the VERY specific comic pictured above (1988 miniseries that establishes the Martian gods as being flaming horrorterrors, as we see in Sandman w/L’zoril Dream, it’s GOOD SHIT)—but also in general. Criminally under rated and under represented. A sad fuck, a shape shifting horror, a stranger in a strange land, a bereaved parent, Doing His Goddamn Best. AND sometimes a noir detective send up.

Anyway, speaking of comics.

5. Sandman: Dream of the Endless

I am thrilled to be here in the year of our lord 2024 enthusing about and making friends over this scrunkly wet cat that I first encountered and dearly loved in high school. (I am more than halfway through my 30’s now, so it has been A WHILE). I’m counting Sandman and DC as separate affairs, sorry not sorry.

6. Our Flag Means Death: Izzy Hands

Loved him even before S2, fascinated, I want to put him in a jar and shake him but also keep him safe forever. I am a little soured on the show after s2, but I have dressed up as Izzy and would gladly do so again so he belongs here.

7. Supergiant Hades: Achilles

This SPECIFIC version of Achilles, who has died and continued growing through his pain and regrets and who is a surrogate parent to my BOI Zagreus, is. Fascinating. To me. I was so angry at first to find myself liking him as much as I did! It’s masterful how much characterization Supergiant implies with relatively little. He’s coming after Izzy on the list bc I came to them both in similar ways, looking at myself falling in love and going oh my god HIM? Seriously? And being like yup that war criminal there is my son now!!! (And now of course I’m fond of him all across the mythological/classical board, oh my god Hadesgame what have you done.)

8. Star Wars: Alexsandr Kallus

The only space nazi redemption arc I will accept. (Although I am watching Andor with friends right now and three double agent gingers across the begins to suggest a pattern which is very entertaining to me.)

Anyway A+ arc, love this bastard man, love his giant cat husband, single-handedly keeping me invested in Star Wars, hope his gay happy ending never gets messed with.

9. Les Miserables: Inspector Javert

Another character that I went oh my god REALLY??? That Guy??? About. But he’s so /funny/ in the Brick and Stars is lovely enough that I learned how to play barre chords on my guitar Just For That and look. Look. He is a bastard but he is MY bastard and I will read every redeemed!Javert fic that crosses my path forever the end. (Also a side note: Kallus was originally sold to me by @lokivangelist as “space Javert”)

10. The Witcher: Dandelion/Jaskier (all versions, but repping Hexer below because that’s my favorite!!!)

Throwing a curveball for the last slot! I’ve got a sad dad/monochrome aesthetic/loyal right hand/shapeshifting nonhuman/rigid worldview kinda pattern happening above, and my boi here slip slides away from almost all of those. Except for the loyalty. This man is an absolute ride or die for Geralt and I love that about him. He is also an obnoxious fuckboi but I love that too, especially in a story as heavy as the Witcher frequently can be. (My runner up for this fandom was gonna be book!Lambert, who is similarly narratively savvy and good at puncturing the heaviness of a scene without being straight up comic relief.)

There they are! Ten blorbos, I climbed that whole mountain and now I’m heading to bed. (Will tag folks tomorrow perhaps? But also feel free to invite yourself in and do this and say I tagged you if you like, because I am curious what my mutuals and etc . might choose!)

[z-alien-boi]

I accept the dare >:D tell me about your ocs oh internet stranger

HELLO YES ONE SEC I HAVE SO MANY TO PICK FROM WHO DO YA WANNA KNOW ABOUT???!?!?!? /vpos

Pick one and imma ramble about them, ask whatever questions ya want you are the first to take my intro dare, dear internet stranger-!

C!Z [just a lil guy, but keeps getting caught up and hurt in other people's business]

Zed [my persona, harbinger of chaos and a shapeshifty boi

Jax [weird morals and creepy magic dolls. Can be weirdly whokesome and sad]

Alastair [wet cat of a man who has no clue how to use his newly gained powers]

Nox [giant southern lady. She is a bit sad but makes the most of everything.]

Cas [part of a found family pirate crew]

Veda [newly freed from a rough situation and is adjusting to a life without constant fear]

Archer [just wants to go live a normal life. But right now he's frozen in stone]

Atelo [also just a little guy, but runs a diner and is hiding her true identity]

Ryan [friend of Alastair who is no longer alive]

Mal [big evil in Al's story. (Killed ryan)]

Pick an oc, any oc-!

[riewritten]

32 EPILOGUE I: NON-LINEAR

DUSK IN THE BRIGHTEST | chapter directory

erwin smith/fem!reader, erwin smith/you, no y/n | slow burn, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff & smut, mutual pining, canon AU, college/univ AU, professor erwin smith, commander erwin smith, non-linear narrative, manga spoilers

Trigger warning: canon-typical violence, graphic description, explicit sexual content, suicidal thoughts, mental health issues, trauma, implied/referenced sexual harassment, implied/referenced abuse, attempted murder, overdosing

Plot: It was always the nightmares, really. Entrapped with walls, human-eating giants, fighting through metal strings and swords – utterly violent, dreary, recurrent. But behind the blurry faces was a man with menacing blue eyes and vivid features; eventually appearing before you as your new reputable professor, Erwin Smith. Since then, the disaster had slipped beyond your subconscious. AO3

credits to tenkensmile!

The wet soil glued on your shoes is starting to feel disgusting already yet you still can’t stand up and go, perhaps it's the tip-taps of the impending rain and your hurling thoughts that makes you glued to where you are — in the cemetery, leaning back on your mother’s tombstone.

You won’t forgive her, that’s what you’re clear with. You’re not a saint and forgiveness isn’t the only thing that gives comfort to those who are hurt. Sometimes it’s just the mere acknowledgment that unlike what they’ve done, you have the liberty to choose what to happen, what to think of it, and what would it take to move forward.

And that’s why you pressed Erwin to tell every affront gesture he had done before you came back. After you finally regained your consciousness, that’s the only thing you’ve been talking about. You didn’t go to him for other matters, let alone for some lighthearted talks, and he also knows better than to ruin it for you.

“You’re not shooting a music video here. Look how disgusting your feet are already.” Tiny raindrops aren’t falling on your head anymore. When you looked up, Levi’s standing in front of you with an umbrella. “I just came back. I’m quite impressed at you staying in the very same position for three hours.”

You didn’t respond at first, only a gloomy look at the man. It’s only when you remembered something that you opened your mouth again. “You know, we’re not on good terms there but whenever we coincidentally bump at the cemetery, we end up cleaning tombstones for hours.”

He squinted his eyes, “Then we’re on good terms. I sure as hell won't be doing that with someone I'm repulsed to.”

You shot him a smile, “You think so?”

“Why? Sad that you can’t see that world anymore?”

You quickly faltered and looked down in lament, “I can’t believe a time will come when I’d admit that.”

“Yeah, that's surprising. A moment ago we’re rushing towards your house because you called Isabel while wailing.” He then reached a hand on you. “Come on now. Let’s go home.”

Home.

Indeed, you only need that reminder and you’re good to go with your days again. Maybe when you’re finally on good terms with Erwin, you could ask how he’s doing so far in Paradis.

“So,” Levi prompted as he finally started the engine. “How are you and Erwin so far?”

“He finished telling me everything yesterday. As usual, I immediately went home afterward.” You looked out the window. “You should allow him to drop by the house whenever he likes, you know? You don’t need to forbid him from doing so until we’re goods again.”

“He told you that?”

“No. Isabel did.” You sighed when another thought came. “It’s getting hard for me, though. I miss the cat lurking around his house.”

“Oh, that cat. It’s gone in his house.”

“He disposed of it?” You exclaimed loudly. “I won’t forgive him.”

“It’s one of his depressed days when you’re still stuck on life support. He forgot to close the balcony door and so the runt jumped. He tried to find it around the area though. Cut him off some slack.”

“If he hasn't found it yet then he’s not trying hard enough.”

“He found it from an uncanny kid and tried to get the animal back but the boy was persistent and told him to die. The lad got a snarky mouth despite the quiet attitude. I like him.”

Your annoyance was replaced with a loud laugh. "Oh no. I hope my cat is in a better place."

"When I accompanied Erwin to meet him again, the boy demanded Erwin to coax his caretakers so he could keep it and to provide 'child support’ because of his negligence."

"Smart. I like him already."

That's when he pondered in reluctance. This matter has been delayed for quite a while already and he's just waiting for Erwin to finish his accounts. Still, he's quite worried about how you'd be able to take this. "That boy could be your brother. He appeared in the nearest foster home right after your mother died."

Your stomach quickly churned then. It’s just like a moment ago that woman was forcing you to die so he’d exist and now— “Can you drop me at Erwin’s home?”

“Yeah, I know you’d say that. I rerouted minutes ago if you still hadn’t noticed.”

Despite the forming heap of questions, the primary one ringing inside your mind might be quite away from the matter at hand. Still, you rushed towards his place as soon as you went out of the car. It doesn’t take long for Erwin to open the door as well. It’s needless to say that he got wide-eyed too.

“You’re panting. What's up?”

“About my mother—” You let your breath steady first or else you’ll cry messily in the doorway. You closed the door and leaned your back into it. “This might be the last question I’ll ask about her. Was she able to regret what she did and forgive me?"

He was silent for a while, “I don’t think that’s important anymore.”

“Answer my question.”

“Regret and forgiveness are two different things.”

“Then which is it? Which one did she end up feeling?” You rushed, surely hoping it’s the latter but the way Erwin looks right now only formed a lump in your throat.

“Is this inquiry really important?”

“Answer it.”

He contemplated again but the urgency in your features made him sigh in defeat. “She regretted it because I made sure she would but she's dead set on not forgiving you.”

Indeed, the feeling would be mutual but if your brother finally existed in this world because of her, you feel like you don’t have the right to channel whatever indignation you have over that woman. You huffed a shaky exhale as your horrified eyes dampened with tears. “She’d never—” You huffed a sob and your knees gave up.

Erwin quickly crouched down to check on you. “I told you, that’s not important anymore.”

“It is.” You muttered lowly and had your eyes glued on the droplets of tears falling on the floor. “She ended up using that so my brother would exist. If I just went by her wish and died—” You rested a palm on your temple, the ringing pain of worlds existing in your head resurfaced for a while out of frustration. It didn’t take long until you started hitting your head while repeating that remark.

Back when you asked Erwin to tell you everything he did, you forbade him to give you any sort of comfort. If you end up crying with his accounts then he gets to watch it without being able to do anything — not even a squeeze on your hand nor a hug. You also reiterated that he mustn’t stop talking until you say so. The thing that’d get him down from his tendency to be downright cruel is the humanity of his loved ones. A reminder that he doesn’t need to be merciless in this world because he had people to call his own. You know he won’t be guilty of what he’s done so the only thing that’d bring him back is your raw emotions from what he did; because you lived and you came back here to forgive him.

However, this is a different matter at hand. You really are successful in establishing the veracity of his actions and thanks to that, he’s more than tormented at seeing you cry. But unlike usual, he won't be able to acquiesce to your wants now. The last thing he wants you to feel again is how unwarranted your existence was. You haven’t told him everything yet but when you said it’s by his will that you’re here again, he’s completely set on maintaining it that way even at the expense of everyone’s existence.

He held onto your wrist to stop you from hitting yourself. “It’s not. Cruel beings who think their grievances deserve to be aired more than their deeds are nothing but imprudent fools. Even more so to those who would regret their actions only when forced.” After all, he’s not any different; he thought to himself. He hesitated to say more but your voice resonated; the thing you have to compensate for is your honesty. “I’d still kill her nonetheless and the way you're thinking like that will just make me more unremorseful of what I’ve done.”

He’s right and so you stopped. However, the glare you intended to shoot for his last remark subsided upon looking at his face. He’s not the person who’d only have pity on his features if you’re the one splattered brokenly on the ground. Someone will be paying for it, whether it’s him or another person.

Realizing all of it, you wiped your tears emptily. “Stop making that face. She’s dead.”

“And you’re certainly not the one who’s supposed to.” He said, his face not changing at all. He’s not just making a point to counter yours — he's making a fact known; anyone who’d dare change it won’t get past him, not even the Parallel itself.

You didn’t speak afterward, just a dead look on the floor. You swear you’re getting better at this recently but a snap like this and you’re about to break again. You thought you were past thinking that the one at fault is you and you never had such sentiments in a while. You even thought you’d never have it again.

And now you just showed such a face to him after attempts of establishing that he didn’t have to do what he did.

However, as if he could hear your mind, he finally softened. “Of course, it doesn’t change the fact that my actions were unnecessary. I’m way beyond thinking that it is.”

And with the commotion, the silent agreement of no comfort touching is now broken. He wiped up the rain droplets splattered over your clothes and head all the while you remained glued on the ground. Not long after he engulfed you in his embrace. He’s been uttering apologies recently so now he decided to stay silent instead. Whether you walk away without a word just as you usually do or you hug him back is all yours to decide. When you chose the latter, it’s as if a thorn finally plucked out of his skin.

“Some beings deserve to have their sentiments heard, though. On a case-to-case basis.” You muffled in his sweater.

“Only if they don’t think it deserves to be attended more than their crimes.” He replied. “And doesn’t change the fact that they’re all fools.”

“Are you a fool?”

“I am."

You huffed a laugh then. When you withdrew from the hug, he took his time to look at you up close. He landed a peck on your forehead after a while, “Thought you’re not letting me this near again.”

“I can't. You made me go back here for this.”

“I did?”

“You didn’t know? When you said I had to go back to save you, it's not heard by the air alone. I’m not the only one to decide whether or not I’ll go back that day and apparently, your resolve was firmer than mine at that moment.”

“You have to tell me more about that. She told me you're supposed to disappear after going there to change things.”

You shook your head no. “I was able to do that because the founder granted me so. His pity is unrelated to my existence. I’m in this world only because of your will.”

“I almost went for the knife when she said that. Good to know I didn’t shed blood for a wrong theory.” Before you could glare at him for that again, he added. “And all this time I'm in fear that your existence is in constant threat because of it.”

Despite his relief, a reminder about your existence struck you. Even before it’d consume your thoughts, however, you strayed the topic away. “If that boy isn’t my brother, I’ll pulverize you and Levi.”

“I almost hoped he wasn’t because he’s being rude to me. I can’t believe someone will tell me to die in this lifetime. I was trained to please people regardless of age.”

“Oh, I completely own him as my own if that’s the case.” You stood up and ignored his glare. “Bring me to him, then.”

Somehow, you tried to hide your jitters by lowering your expectations. You neither know what to say if you get to see him again nor how to manage your emotions if the time comes. And so soon as you saw him, your knees faltered. You pretended it was intentional by kneeling down as if coaxing him to go to you. You bit the insides of your mouth so you wouldn’t cry and scare him away.

But then the little boy cried upon seeing you. Your mouth hung agape.

“Does he not like me that much already?”

He patted your shoulders in consolement. "I’ve been there, but don’t take it personally. He’s got quite an attitude in this lifetime.”

But no, both of you are wrong because he came running to you instead as if he finally found someone he knew in a space full of strangers. His cries sounded in sheer relief as if he’s been in a fret all this time until you dropped by.

You gasped when he threw himself in a hug and continued his wailing. “What took you so long? I thought you wouldn't come to me anymore!”

“Huh?” You're too shocked to even cry. "Do you remember—" But cut yourself off when his wailing got louder. You hushed him at first until he calmed down again and when he withdrew from the hug with a sniff, you asked. "What do you mean by that?"

It took him a while to reply and his face slowly transitioned into confusion. "Yeah, why did I say that?" He looked at you as if it was someone who spoke on his behalf instead. "Are you my mom?"

Despite it being trivial, the gleam of curiosity on his face finally made you cry. That gleaming curiosity— he's indeed your brother.

You laughed in between your cries. "I'm quite young to bear a child and I don't plan to have one." You heard a stifled chuckle from behind and you almost turned your back to glare. "I can be your older sister, though. How about that?"

"As long as you'll take me to lots of adventures, I'll think about making you one."

"You can get whatever you want in this world." Now you finally understand how Erwin takes this remark seriously. "What sort of adventures would you like to have, then?"

"I don't remember everything about me and I feel like I was left here for no reason. I see lots of kids walking around with adults and they usually look as if on the way for some adventures." His voice tipped lower, "I'm just quite curious about it."

It punched your gut with guilt then. With his form, he looks at least eight years old. Aside from the fact that this is exactly how old he was when his childhood got ruined in Paradis, he must've been so scared all this time — having to appear out of nowhere and going to strangers because he got no one to help him. Maybe if you woke up way earlier, you'd be able to get him quickly. Or perhaps he didn't have to go through this had you died. Maybe he'd have a normal childhood—

As if your silence had words in Erwin's mind, he held on to your shoulders to halt it and patted the kid's head. "This lady right here can be quite boring, though, so you can rely on me when it comes to adventures."

All the grim thoughts dissipated with that because indeed, it was Erwin who was able to satiate his curiosity by doing unimaginable things. A circumstance similar to that but without the threat of death is more than you could ever wish for.

Your months have been peaceful since then. You were busy handling the process of fostering your brother and you were earnest in doing so. Finishing it means he'd be under your care for good after all. However, that doesn't erase the fact that things aren't supposed to be so smooth in reality and you have to come to terms with that.

Heaps of memories come unexpectedly to deprive you of good days.

After a hectic day of daily errands and dropping by Erwin's house to sleep, what daunted you was his figure in the kitchen as he prepared food — how harmless, peaceful even, but not for your mind. You tremblingly walked towards it as you coaxed yourself that it's different this time, that someone cooking in the kitchen doesn't mean doomsday.

You have to get used to it too. You can't have your brother bothered by the dining room because of this.

When Erwin turned to you, he quickly grasped what just happened in your head. It's as if he knows you better than yourself. He calmly dropped the utensils, brought them back to where they came from, which is out of your sight, washed his hands then walked towards you. You stopped in your tracks, utterly terrified. Suddenly, Erwin doesn't look like Erwin anymore. The place isn't his anymore. It was a cue for your limb to take a step back.

"Don't go near me." You lowly blurted out.

Then it snapped back and the place shifted again. But this time, Erwin's completely wide-eyed as well. And he really did stop walking. That's when both of you realized that this might be quite a challenging night again.

"I'm sorry." You blurted out even before he could say anything.

"You didn't do anything wrong."

"No, I—" You hid your trembling hands behind your back and quickly thought of a lie. "I just, fuck, had a rough day and I—"

"Okay, it's okay. You can tell me about it." He hummed, "But you know no one's gonna hurt you now, right?"

Your mind went on a rampage. It's as if every nerve of your brain is trying to come up with ideas on how to reverse your action. "I don't know why I said that. I'm not angry at you. I mean, yeah, we had a disagreement about what my mom did b-but we already talked about it so this is not what you think it is—" Erwin called your name and so your thoughts halted. "Yes?"

"Can I go to you now?" He gently asked.

Shit.

He's been so, so good to you. When you decided to sleep in his place for the first time in a while, he's very quick to realize your subtle flinch upon looking at the dining table. After all, Kuchel eliminated the dining room since you started living in their place. When you asked, she just said she was getting sick of the home's current style. It was that moment in Erwin's place when you finally realized why.

Since then, you'd settle to have your meal outdoors and he's okay with that. When you told him you actually want to try doing it inside the house again, he made sure the dinner would be ready even before you arrived at his place. Then he would nicely usher you to the living room — ask you if you prefer to have company or eat alone.

After weeks of preferring to be alone, you started to ask for his company. It means that you're the only one to eat though hence you're worried. Nonetheless, he made sure you'll see it as a milestone. You'd sit down on the floor carpet, rest your food on the coffee table, and he would lie down on the couch behind you, caress the crown of your head from time to time as you eat, say gentle reassurances that no one's gonna attack you while you munch your food especially if he's here. You would laugh at him and resolutely clarify that you would never feel in danger if he's near.

He's been so gentle to you, so considerate, but you uttered such a hurtful word instead. You've been through a lot already, in that world and this one, so why would something as trivial as this rattle you?

"You shouldn't even ask for that," You're a tiptoe away from crying but you don't think you could forgive yourself if you cried about this again. "You don't deserve this when you've been nothing but kind."

It means yes, then. He walked towards you and engulfed your figure in his embrace again. "But you've been so good for me, my prettiest soldier. Such a strong lady for us." He soothed. "Your heart's beating really fast. See? That's how your body responds and it's beyond your control but you're handling it so well."

You closed your eyes in frustration, "I know. No one's gonna hurt me at the damn dining table especially if it's you and I don't know why my body's responding like this and I can't deal with this anymore."

"That's why we talked about the reason why. So we could deal with it. Processing miserable things from that world and this one is different. Something that happened directly in this world would affect you way more than what happened there." He replied. "Your terror at a dining table would transcend your repulsion towards giants and it's okay. It's normal."

"But I'm not in danger and you've been so considerate of me and yet—" Your muscles were tightening, your breathing was ragged. You were trying so hard to stop. That's why his hold on you didn't falter. He didn't speak but rather let you air out everything as he calmed you down with his warmth.

After the silence and his hands rubbing circular motions on your back, he finally reached you again. Your brain cooperated with you again. "I don't want to be like this anymore."

"If this happened to Isabel instead and you saw her hating the place, would you blame her for it?"

"I would never."

"You would understand, right?"

"Who wouldn't?"

"So why do you think your behavior is out of place?"

"Because we're different. That world has unimaginable horrors so it's expected for me to be more resilient about this."

"Every negative thing you've been through isn't supposed to make you stronger. They're negative for a reason and they shouldn't be treated as if they exist only to grant you a stronger emotional threshold."

You were completely grounded then. When your breathing subsided and he felt your heart slowing down, you could feel Erwin smiling from behind. 

"Don't you dare apologize for being in the kitchen before I came." You sternly remarked.

"I won't." He chuckled. He had learned it now after all. You don't want him to apologize for your responses that he didn't cause. Your relationship with the dining room is something beyond his control and you want nothing but for the both of you to establish that. The same goes with his bad days when he prefers to be alone with his mind, or when he suddenly gets crippled by his guilt after a nightmare and would like to do nothing but stay occupied without talking to anyone.

"Are you almost done preparing?"

"No, I just got home." He replied. "We should just call for delivery."

"No. We just did that the other day and you don't like eating outdoors all the time." You tapped his back and kissed him on the cheeks. "I'll take a bath then roll myself on the bed after. Call on me when it's done."

"Wear my clothes."

You scoffed, "Are you that delighted at me clad in nothing but your clothes? The things I've brought here are barely touched until now."

"Yeah, down bad." He immediately answered. When you huffed and just walked away, he grabbed you for a kiss instead. It went on for a while until you couldn't breathe. He withdrew when you continuously patted his shoulders for a tap out. "I could kneel down at you wearing my clothes and you'd have to deal with it." Then finally let you walk to the bathroom.

When both of you were done, he insisted on cleaning everything and didn't let you lift a finger. You usually get vexed with that but he told you to just walk around the house wearing his clothes for a whole week in exchange.

"About to sleep?" Erwin scooted on the bed after washing up. You were lying flatly with the futon wrapped all over your body except the head. If someone was to look from afar, it's as if you're lying down in a king-sized coffin. The only difference is that your eyes are actually open.

"Tried." You reported in lament.

"It's okay. There was an attempt." He hovered above you and kissed your forehead, nuzzled his lips down until he reached your neck and it stayed like that for a while. His breath tingling on your skin and the heave of his chest breathing in and out eased the tension so easily. It's some sort of a nighttime routine by now whenever you drop by his place to sleep since it got more challenging than usual. The sleeping pills could help but you don't want to be dependent on them and so you thought Erwin would be an effective alternative. Not only is it true but he also assured you that it's completely okay to be dependent on him. He knows by now that his warmth helps you a lot in sleeping as it's one of the very few places where your body feels utterly safe. He'd spoon you, tuck you nicely, bury you in his neck — and you'd savor the heat, his sweet scent that keeps you in solace, his soft nuzzles, everything about him.

After a while, he finally let his head up again to examine your face. He clicked a smile upon realization. "It seems like this is getting more fast-acting than usual. This must be an everyday activity already."

You blinked slowly, eyes already fluttering a bit. "My main residence is kilometers away from here."

"And I could easily transfer your stuff from Levi's to this place." This time he's lying beside you.

"Isabel still tends to go to my room from time to time. Her episodes have subsided but are still there." You replied as you buried yourself in his neck to savor his after-bath scent. God, he smells so good and it's making you mushy. Maybe this is really what makes you sleep all this time. "And Kuchel gets quite paranoid when I'm gone for quite a while."

"I could give them hourly updates that you're here, then."

You let out a weak chuckle. "It's not too long 'til I get my brother again. I'll live here with him by then."

"Not patient enough. This life's too short for this."

Then the reminder about your existence flashed before you again. "I have to tell you something." You said and he hummed, encouraging you. You sat up before resuming. "You know, the founder had told me your will instigated chaos again and caused glitches in the conditions. He sounded quite annoyed with it, though." You chuckled at the memory. You paused for a while and clutched the pillow you were holding. "However, this might be— no, it's not actually might. This will be the last time I'll exist everywhere."

"What do you mean?"

"You know, a world is materialized with every choice made by every living being. Meaning, there are countless of you existing in different places. But in my case," You bit your lip. "—in those heaps of choices, I cease to exist. I saw it too. I already vanished everywhere. This is the only world left where I exist. And if I die here, I'm good as gone. My existence would get sucked into a hole and when that hole gets full," You flashed him your clenched fist then opened it up quite slowly. "It would erupt every particle it sucked into dust and that's what I'll be — a dust."

It seems like the realization took time for him to register so you waited, albeit with a rapid heartbeat. You can't just break like this in front of him. What's important right now is how you'd coax him that it's okay.

However, he won't let you out of it. "Are you scared?" He gently got up as well so you'd be on the same level.

"No. I accepted it. I already have my best life here. I could wish for nothing more." You averted your gaze somewhere.

He cupped your face and gently turned it until your foreheads bumped. "You're scared."

"I'm not."

"You're about to cry." He whispered. Indeed, that obvious remark almost made the tears run down the precipice. "That huge tree with a crevasse as its base as you've illustrated to us back in that world, I'm pretty sure something like that exists in this world as well."

"I don't know. The founder said he's also unaware of all the glitches this world had after I existed. Given that my mother was able to trigger the parallel by herself, I think that tree is still somewhere. She also mentioned going to the woods before. Maybe she tried finding it as well."

"Then you will not cease to exist."

"I told you, it's okay." You looked at him wistfully but his face was completely resolute as if there's nothing this world could do when he's the one who wants it. You held onto his hand on your cheeks and closed your eyes. "Besides, even if the tree is still here, it can't guarantee the power of the parallel again. We have nothing left to do, but that's fine! I'm still happy—"

He went for a kiss then, perhaps his way of telling you that you don't mean what you just said that's why he's cutting you off into silence instead. You're too exhausted as well hence you just let yourself falter. Along with the kiss were your silent sobs; you're scared, really, really scared. Back in Paradis, you didn't care about your existence because you believed that the life you had was so awful and you wouldn't mind it if you were as good as gone. But here? Oh god, here— even if some of it was really painful, you loved every single part of it. This world is so beautiful. The man who granted you existence again is so beautiful. The way he never fails to give you love is so beautiful that you want to live a lot of times and have it again. The thought of him giving this love to another being in another life pained you more than anything else. You didn't even dare explore worlds that led him to that choice.

He noticed you were crying so he didn't withdraw it just yet. He didn't let your sobs nor fear take over. After a while and when he's sure all the tears were wiped out by his fingers, he gently pulled himself away. "There's no way it'd be impossible. You don't need to worry about it."

You want to believe it as well no matter how futile it is. After a small chuckle, you asked, "Why is it possible, then?"

"Because I said so." He firmly answered. You laughed again and Erwin gave you a slight frown. "I'm serious."

"I don't think it works that way." 

"I made you exist again, hadn't I?" He asked with a smile. "So tell me, how is it impossible? When I'm the one who said so?"

"It's a coincidence–"

"It's not. That man said my will instigated another chaos and it'll stay that way. I exist to wreak havoc."

With that, the fear you've been hiding was splattered completely on your face. "I'm moments away from disappearing when I had the power at my disposal hence I got no time to be anxious, but now that I'm aware and I still have presumably decades until death," You tried to tone down the tremble as it daunted you. Erwin might be the most dangerous man in here so if he wouldn't be able to do anything about it, you would really be— "I don't want to be gone." 

Erwin was silent for a while. It wasn't the loss of words for him but rather the heaviness of what you just said and how you said it. For all the times that he saw you vulnerable and scared, this is perhaps the most despairing sight so far.

"And you won't be. I could unremorsefully eliminate all threats in your existence." He responded with resolve, just as he always does. "That includes the circumstances you're mentioning."

You stared at him for a while and he sure waited for your affirmation. No thoughts ran inside you aside from your vanishment and how you're coaxing yourself that it'll be fine. So what if he found another one after that? If it would give him comfort and contentment, just who are you to be greedy about it? 

Okay, that's it.

You just have to convince yourself to believe it.

"If it won't work then we don't have to beat ourselves up for it. If I die here, it's not like I'll be gone completely. I'll be remembered as long as everyone who knows me lives. If you're all gone in this world, it won't be painful as well. I don't have to see and get insecure about it. I think we could get by with that."

"Then good for you, couldn't be me though. If I have to ruin all the preexisting conditions to have you exist again then everything in this world will be damned." He interjected. "You went to me while acknowledging how greedy I am and so we'll deal with it. You should know how far I would go by now. If I'm the one who caused the glitches then the glitches are staying for good."

Yeah, he pretty much won't let anyone win this one. Not with that tone of voice. You brushed off the reluctance away and let yourself ponder with a smile. His desire for your company is enough. You're having so much love right now and so you'd relish the present with gratitude.

"Ruining conditions must not include killing anyone, okay?" You squint your eyes while he glanced sideways and didn't answer. "No blood will splatter here, Erwin. You hear me?"

"Then everyone should know better than to get you away from me. See," He started unbuttoning your top as if to prove a point. This is one of the nights when he'd prefer to have you quite bare so the heat would come from his embrace and the futon instead. "As long as you're here and I can freely do this, no blood will splatter."

"Then what would happen if you couldn't do this?" You deadpanned as you helped him remove it. 

"What do you think?"

"I can't believe we still have to talk about your tendency to do evil things."

"Yeah, have this utterly terrible man for the rest of your life and have him stuck with you even beyond this world." He chuckled and finally removed the garment. "Are you scared of me now?"

You wrapped your arm around his neck. This time, you're the one to initiate the kiss. "I hold so much power over you. You wouldn't be able to do anything that'd intentionally make me angry."

"Oh, is that so?" He feigned a surprise.

You looked at him with curled eyebrows. "Am I actually wrong?"

"No. It's just quite scary that you're aware of that." He ushered you down and raised the blanket to cover the both of you. The dim lamp stayed open. "Someone as powerful as you must not be fully aware of their abilities."

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UGLY WHALE NOISE SOBBING BRO NO STOP NO PLEASE YOU CAN'T SLAP ME IN THE FACE WITH THIS AAAA. Holy hell dude that just sounds like a fucking terrible existence! I can't imagine finding someone that even remotely gives a shit about his opinion or his view or whatever is something that would happen at all because of the front he tries to put up and make it seem like he doesn't need anyone or anything to help him get anywhere. Poor snake lad....I weep LEGIT GOT ME FEELING Bad for the sadist here, GG mate. Poor guy I swear even someone like him deserves something that makes him feel wanted or heard even if he's a absolute megalomaniac. :'c

((That’s exactly why I made him so sad to begin with. I couldn’t just have him be evil and nasty and vile and nothing else. Had to sprinkle in some good and heavy angst and sadness into him too. A big giant pathetic wet cat of a man that can kill you as easily as blinking but also be so touch starved that an act as simple as holding his hand will have him flushing red. 😈

Don’t worry though! It’s pitifully easy to get him to open up his boundaries if you preen his ego. Compliment him, make him feel as if someone actually finds him smart, make him feel as if he’s found someone that recognizes his genius, be attentive, be patient, and he’ll start looking at you like someone he doesn’t want to just go away or die like most people he knows. That’s when he’ll start to open up.))

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Higurashi When They Cry - Arc 1 Chapter 7

Anyway, speaking of eating ducks... uh... “eating ducks” rhymes with “bleating fucks”.

Keiichi tells Rena not to attack people with needles, then he gets wet and--GUOOOOOOH?!

GIANT TODDLER?!

AAAAGH SHE’S EVEN SCARIER WHEN SHE’S SAD

TODDLER 02 FUCKING RUN TODDLER 01 IS WAY TOO BIG

Anyway, the most shocking twist in all of Higurashi occurs: It turns out the kids’ teacher has blue hair and a name. Or, to put it simply, blue hair and proper noun. Or “blue hair and pronoun”‘s what I can say for short.

Good joke, me. Thank you, me. You’re welcome, me.

https://boardgamegeek.com/boardgame/33725/hina-clue Kaiji Joke Part 12

...The game made me more of a thinker than one would think...!

...Methinks I just lost it.

Simply by the existence etc. etc.

That was a stupid thing to say, but the secret to making blog posts is that you always say every Thing, even when it’s stupid!!!!!

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!

HIGURASHI IS SO SCARY!!!

Anyway, the teacher tells Keiichi to go outside.

That’s called being a human who lives on the planet Earth.

Keiichi has water and is listening to his favorite music.

(Monochrome clock)

Hee hee hee.. Keiichi really got him good!!! Not complaining about the air temperature... the ultimate act of payback!!!

Next, Keiichi calls Camera a “goofy-looking guy” whose “close friends” wouldn’t “be able to recognize”. He recognizes Camera’s girlfriend instantly though. Biased.

Of course, the man is a cop. And cops... don’t have the same ability little girls do of reading protagonists’ blue text. This is subtext for how even weird untrained freaks like purple girls who transform into ghosts and blue girls who carry around huge pieces of wood are better detectives than the people who get paid to do that kind of thing!

(Camera Killed)

Cops always say stuff like “People love disassembling their own necks!” This chapter is no exception.

Ha ha ha...! OH, COPS! I am putting my hand on my hip and facing directly towards the camera as I say this.

Anyway, I think the implication is that Camera became a Dark Souls boss? He was wreaking havoc with a big unwieldy weapon while people chipped away at his HP. I dunno I haven’t played it. And by “it”, I of course mean Pokemon Snap. Also I haven’t played Dark Souls. Also I haven’t played Pokemon Red. Also I haven’t played Pokemon Blue. Also I haven’t played Pokemon Green. Also I haven’t played Pokemon Yellow. Also I haven

The first sentence here, and ONLY the first sentence here, is delivered by a frog instead of a cop. It’s disorienting.

Dancing Purple Cat Moments

The cop tells Keiichi to keep secrets from Mion and Toddler 02. Keiichi responds “MION?! How dare you! I like Mion!” Wow. Wowwwww. Playing favorites, I see.

me when i’m playing limbo

me when i’m hermes conrad from futurama

I’m Am Seriously going to Throttle Keiichi for the way he’s steering this conversation so thoroughly away from Toddler 02 like a Guy who Hates to Learn

The cop’s name is OOISHI!!! LMAO EVERYONE POINT AND LAUGH AT HIS NAME

Ew

I’ve gotten used to these sprites’ mouth movements containing either teeth OR tongue. This... this is nasty.

what a stupid fucking gag <3

phew she’s off the hook

Ah, Rena possesses the ability to drain her own Points Meter... there’s hope for her yet...

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The people who were playing Dark Souls were really good at Dark Souls and did lots and lots of excellent dodges.

Not like me. I hate avoiding attacks. I love getting injured. I’ve never played Dark Souls and I never will.

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#5

fellas I came to an epiphany in the Trafficsona Central Discord server, and then spent about 20 minutes making this

I’m pretty sure I got all the red life skins from all 3 series, apologies if I missed any. Also, for a few of them the placement is a fight between how the skin objectively looks and how the character was actually played or just general vibes, so feel free to disagree :]

[Image ID 1: a Discord message from ‘shadow’ (me), reading “there is a triangle spectrum of red life skins: at one corner, the hot villain and the elegant badass; at another, the wet cat and the sad-and-scared-of-death; and finally, the completely beaten up and unrecognisable as a living human anymore”. End ID]

[Image ID 2: a triangle graph, with the corners labelled as described above; within the triangle, 19 namemc images of players’ red life skins from 3rd Life, Last Life and Double Life are scattered. End ID]

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#4

- Scar brings a giant-sized jellie to the elven tree to meet the hermits - :] they have a good time /fluff <3

Scar knew that he and Jellie would always find each other in every world. That’s just the way the universe worked. Always, without fail, they would be reunited.

What Scar didn’t know, however, was that this time would be a little bit different.

It was in the jungle that he found her. He was out on a mission for resources to expand his magical elven tree base, and a huge grin spread across his face when he saw her through the foliage.

“Jellie!” he called excitedly, dropping his bag and holding his arms wide. “Come here, girl! Come to Scar!”

At the sound of his voice she turned, and with a joyous “mrrow!” she hurried through the undergrowth towards him, knocking aside bamboo stalks and trampling bushes.

“Look at you!” Scar wrapped his arms around her as she reached him, burying his face in her soft fur and breathing in her familiar scent. “Who’s been feeding you so well while I was gone, hmm?”

“Mrrow!” Jellie bumped her head gently against his chest, almost knocking Scar off-balance.

Scar smiled. “Come on then, Jellie; let’s get you home. I can’t wait to show the others!”

*

“Oh Grian~!” Scar sang, approaching the man’s starter base. “Look who I found~!”

“Who? Hold on, give me a moment…” There was the sound of chests closing from within the building, and then Grian appeared in the doorway. His eyes widened as they fixed on a spot next to Scar’s head. “Woah!”

“I know, right?!” Scar turned and raised his hand to stroke Jellie’s shoulder.

“Is that really her?” Grian asked, taking a step closer.

“Yep!”

“Oh, wow!” Grian reached out towards Jellie, who sniffed his offered hand before leaning forwards and headbutting his chest gently, as she had with Scar. Grian was also nearly knocked over, but he hugged her face to support himself. “Hello, Jellie! Look how big you are!”

“Grian! You can’t say that to a lady!” Scar chided jokingly.

“Sorry,” Grian giggled, “but look at her! She’s like the size of a panda!” He was now giving Jellie scritches under her chin, and her purring was almost loud enough to make the ground vibrate. “What do you think happened to make her like this?” Grian asked, turning to Scar.

Scar spread his arms, half shrugging and half gesturing to his own altered appearance. “A little bit of magic, that’s all.”

Grian rolled his eyes and grinned, still petting the giant cat. “Of course. What else.”

There was a pause, interrupted only by Jellie’s purring.

“You know,” Grian said, “at this size, you might even be able to ride her.”

“Ooh, that would definitely be fun!” Scar’s face lit up even brighter.

“Yeah, a lot of fun. And definitely much less likely to kill you than elytra!”

“Oh, very funny, G-man,” Scar chuckled. Then he asked, “You don’t happen to have a spare saddle, do you?”

“Probably somewhere, or we can borrow Donk’s.” Grian grinned mischievously. “I can’t wait to see this!”

This was fun to write, I hope you like it! :D Also posted on AO3

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[rdyoung]

Chapter 1 The Boy Who Lived

It was a quiet night, no reasonable person was out at this hour. It was the evening of the muggle Halloween, and no one knew the tragedy that had come only a few hours before. The house was destroyed Sirius arrived too late, his friends were gone. The car came to a stop, He stalked the lower floors with his head hung low, his robes brushing the charred debris staining them black. Sadness took over the man as he stared at the dead eyes of his friend’s mangled corpse. Then a sharp cry broke through the silence. Sirius stared at the stairs, another cry, then he ran to the Potter’s nursery. Sirius stared at the room, the Potter’s muggle wet-nurse dead next to the crib and Lily’s cold face pressed against Severus’ cheek. Sirius glared at the crying man.

“Severus.” He growled, Sirius whipped out his wand, “you trader, they-“ Then little Harry cried once more. Severus did not dare look away from the man. Sirius’s face softened at the sight of the young boy. “Leave.” He said sharply.

“Pardon?” Severus spoke.

“Leave and never come back!” Sirius glared. Severus gave Lily one last glance and disaprated from the property. He growled at the spot Severus once stood. Harry stared at the adult tears flowing down his cheeks and onto his gown. Sirius came to the crib and lifted the young boy into his arms.

“It’s all right, Harry. Uncle Pads is here.” He bounced the boy and the child’s sobs turned to quiet sniffles. Sirius walked from the ruins with fire in his eyes, for he knew who had told the Potter’s secret and he vowed vengeance.

Down in the foyer was a half-giant, tears too were in his beady eyes. The man turned his head sharply. Surprised that Sirius was there. Little Harry clung to the older man’s dress robes.

“Hagrid..” Sirius paused, “Did… did Dumbledore send you?” The man nodded.

“Oh James… Lily…” The man cried, “How could this happen?” Sirius was silent.

“Dumbledore… He wants Harry? Right?” Hagrid now aware of the bundle in Sirius’s arms nodded again though with sorrow in his eyes. Sirius held the boy tighter but soon handed him to the half-giant and he left in Sirius’s car.

Over to the next town, a cat sat on the dividing wall of number four pervert drive. A lovely townhouse for a not-so-lovely family. The Dursleys were a proper middling family, they have only the right amount of children, the right amount of servants, and every trinket that the home needed.

There was the Man of the house Vernon and his wife Petunia, and their children; Jean, Leopold, Wallace, Mary, and Dudley. The youngest was Dudley and he was only a few weeks older than Harry. Petunia was a squirrel of a woman, her long neck was used to spy on her neighbors, and she was known to share gossip around the middlings and her husband feared the strange and fantastical.

The sun hung low on number four, everyone was kissing their children goodnight, and lights faded from the streets. The Lampman came and lit the gas lamps. Once it was silent, a man came into view, dressed in fine purple robes and heighten by brown buckled boots. He was unusual and unwelcome in the middlings neighborhood. He walked to Number four, his boots clicking on the cobblestone. He stared at the gate, then at the cat.

“Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall.” The tabby turned to the man, then jumped off the wall and shifted to a woman. She wore a dress with a modest bustle and it was embroidered with pinks and dark greens. Her hat had a point two six centimeters too tall.

“How did you know it was me?” She spoke.

“My dear professor, I’ve never seen a cat sit so stiffly.”

“You’d be stiff if you were sitting on a brick wall all day!” The Professor retorted.

“All day? You should be celebrating! I’ve passed several parties and dozens of festivals on my way here!”

“Celebrating? They must be more careful, the muggles have been telling tales, those people are being reckless.” She sniffed angrily. The man smiled at her.

“It’s the dawn of a new era, my dear, who wouldn’t celebrate!” Then a noise, a car came from above, landing gracelessly on the cobble. Hagrid squeezed out of the carriage with baby harry tucked in his arm.

“Where on earth did you get that?” Mrs. McGonagall glared. Hagrid only smiled.

“Sirius lent it.” Dumbledore returned the smile, “Is this it?” He asked.

“Yes, old friend.” McGonagall only rolled her eyes.

“Why leave him with a bunch of muggles? Especially with these people, they’re terrible! The older children are decent but the parents!?”

“It’s only for the best, It’s what the Potters wanted. Please, let’s carry out their final wish.” Hagrid nodded in tears and Mrs. McGonagall became silent.

Hagrid settled Harry on the Dursley’s front doorstep. The witch and wizards left as soon as they came, leaving Harry out in the cold with a letter encased in his small hand.

The next day the servants were shocked to find a baby with the paper, and the Prophet ran with the murder of Peter Pettigrew and the imprisonment of one Sirius Black.

[justnerdystuffs]

So we're watching Peer Gynt in class, and as I was watching I was like. 'Sad, pathetic, miserable wet cat of a man who's a giant, unrepentant liar?' MUTUALS, I GOT ONE FOR YA!!

[knottyk]

Under the Same Sun

Pairing: TASM!Peter x Fem!reader

Summary: Peter had his fair chance at love, all ending in death. He swore never to love again until he meets Y/N from another universe.

Warnings: NWH spoilers!! mentions of death and just overall sadness.

Word count: 2.3k

Years after Gwen Stacy passed, Peter only devoted his time and living days for saving New York.

He juggled going to college, taking care of aunt May and saving the city from crime. He thought it’s what Gwen would’ve wanted him to do. Turn his life around.

When she died, it took a long time for Peter to get over the fact that she’s gone and she will never come back. It drained him to get up every morning and drag himself to do things he needed to do. It was a slow process but everything fell to its proper place and his days had been its usual routine.

Until today, when he was suddenly standing in the middle of the street with furious cab drivers honking him out of the way.

“Just run him over!” A passerby shouted.

He was aware that not everyone is a Spider-man fanatic but they had never been this hostile towards him. He saved the city from a giant lizard and a man who could control large volts of electricity for crying out loud.

“Yeah! Murderer!” People suddenly started throwing whatever things they had in hand and he had no choice but to flee.

Why he didn’t swing up and out from the buildings, he would never know.

Peter ran and tried to navigate his way home but when he stopped at where his building was supposed to be, it wasn’t there. Instead, a store stood in its place.

“Alright, up and at ‘em.” Peter was startled when the door chimed and out came a girl with a green cap carrying a cat before laying it down on the sidewalk.

“Y/N?”

Her eyes widened when she noticed him.

“Peter? What are you doing here?” She looked around frantically.

He knew that voice anywhere.

She quickly ushered him in. The girl hurriedly pulled the blinds down and flipped the door sign to ‘closed’.

“Are you okay?”

He was starting to think that he wasn’t, in fact, okay. Her hair is bundled in a messy low bun, a green apron hugs her body and a concerned expression plastered on her face. How is she alive?

“Pete, it’s okay. You can take it off now.”

“Am I dreaming?” He pinched himself.

“Peter? It’s okay. It’s just me, I promise you’re safe here.“

She cupped his masked face. He leaned into her touch and let his tears fall, not caring about wetting the inside of his mask. He can’t believe he’s gone for so long without her touch.

His sobs echoed whiled she pulled him closer to her. Peter nuzzled his face into her neck and tightened his grip around her, afraid that she’ll disappear in a snap.

After Gwen, Peter was sure he’d never love anyone else. Gwen was his first everything. He couldn’t go through all of that again without thinking of her, and only her. But he couldn’t be more wrong.

The first time he saw her was at the cemetery. He put the flowers on Gwen’s grave and stood to say he’d return once his schedule allows when the wind blew. The flowers he placed rolled and flew over and stopped at your feet. She picked it up and gave it back to the boy wearing a worn down jacket and a beanie.

Love again. The wind whispered and his heart felt the long forgotten beat of a love engraved on the face of the moon.

But alas, their love could only go on for so long. Peter knew the dangers his powers risked for himself and the people he loved. And in the case of being with the right person in the wrong time, she, too, were gone.

“Y/N, I can’t believe this is happening.”

“Shh, I know.” She cooed. “Pete, I’m so sorry about aunt May. I don’t know how you’re feeling and I don’t want to invalidate your feelings but just know that I’m here. MJ, Ned and I. We’re here for you, always.”

“What happened to aunt May?” He suddenly pulled back from her embrace. Who are MJ and Ned?

“Sh- She’s gone, Pete. I saw it on the news. Weren’t you with her?” She stood back, confused and really concerned.

No, no. He already lost uncle Ben and Gwen. He can’t lose her too.

Peter felt his heart race, all the emotions catching up to him, and felt his chest closing in on him.

He pulled off his mask and heaved as he stumbled on one of the stools by the counter.

Y/N gasped. This is not Peter Parker. The guy who she’d been hugging and caressing is not the person she thought it was. She was extremely confused but seeing this guy’s state, eyes red, sweaty hair and laboured breathing, she decided now is not the best time to freak on him.

“Hey, calm down. Deep breaths.” She guided him to sit.

“I can’t— She can’t—“ The poor guy couldn’t even speak.

“It’s okay.” She brushed through his soft, brown hair. “You’re okay.”

The boy wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his head on her chest. She didn’t know him but she had a strong urge to protect him.

“…wish…could see Peter.”

The moment was interrupted when a glowing ring floating in the air appeared at the corner of the shop. On the other end, was MJ and Ned waving. The guy immediately put his mask back on.

“Y/N?” MJ called out. “Over here!”

Y/N and the boy in the suit looked at each other. “Don’t worry, I know them.”

Together, they jogged over to the ring and walked through it.

The bliss of seeing her again was gone as fast as it appeared for Peter when he realised that he was in another universe and that she weren’t really his Y/N. It took a while for her to settle with the fact that there was another version of her existing in another universe. Well, existed.

It seemed like a fever dream, three Peters in one room. Currently, MJ and Y/N prepared some coffee for the boys as they worked. MJ took two cups for her Peter and one for Ned.

Y/N went over to the older Peter for his cup and hesitantly put the other on another Peter’s desk, not daring to have any eye contact.

Knowing his past in his universe, she didn’t want him to feel bad for seeing her face again. She decided to distance herself from him. It was only temporary that he’s here and she didn’t want him to be attached to her. He’s gone through enough.

“Do you have anyone?” Peter asked.

Peter’s eyes followed her until she was gone into another room.

“No.” He sighed as he ducked his head to continue working on his cure.

The older Peter looked back at the room she’d gone in with a small smile of understanding etched on his face.

Hours later and the cures were ready. Peter and MJ had gone to the corner of the room to talk while the others waited by the window.

Y/N was holding the box and was leaning on one of the big open windows, looking down on the city. The streets were deserted and cars lined up on the curb. Only a handful of people walking cautiously on the lit streets of New York.

“She liked the city’s view, too.”

She jumped at the unexpected voice behind her.

“It keeps you grounded.” She replied, already knowing who she’s speaking to. “No matter how big or powerful you get, you’re still just a tiny speck in the universe.”

Y/N turned back only to see brown eyes intently looking back at her. “What was she like?”

Peter tilted his head and bit back a smile. “She was kind but headstrong. She wouldn’t back down and would always fight for what she thinks is right.” He shook his head. “No matter how dangerous it gets for her.”

Y/N nodded. “You must’ve really loved her.”

Peter didn’t respond but the look on his face answered for him.

Her lids automatically closed as he caressed her face. She’d never been with anyone before, she didn’t know how love felt. But she had an inkling.

“Peter!” Her eyes shot open when she felt her weight fall back and the air engulfed her. “Let me go!”

“Really? Now?” He chuckled at the sight of her. Eyes wide, clutching onto him like a baby koala.

“Relax, Y/N.” He looked straight in her eyes and he felt butterflies. “We’re just a tiny speck in this universe.”

Y/N took a deep breath and released the tension from her body, wrapping her arms and legs around Peter, finally taking in the view.

“It’s beautiful.” She breathed out.

Peter never took his eyes away from her face. “Beautiful.”

Y/N felt his gaze and turned to him. For a moment, they let them be part of the world, in a state of its calm before the storm. Y/N has never felt this strongly about anyone. Peter never thought he’d feel his heart skip a beat again. But there they were, dangling from skyscrapers of a city that never seemed to sleep, basking in each other’s calming presence.

Peter caught how Y/N’s eyes twinkled above the lights and with that, he close the distance between their lips. Y/N’s hand cupped his cheek and he tightened his grip around her waist, scared to let her go. Every second felt right.

When Y/N pulled back, she had tears in her eyes. He couldn’t bear to see another tear on her so he kissed each one off her face. Her cheeks. Her nose. Her eyes.

“Peter.” She said in a whisper. “You and I, we belong in different worlds. It’ll just end up hurting us both.”

“I know.” He knew that they would have to separate once this is all over.

“You’ve gone through enough.” Even in this universe, she cared more about him than she did herself.

“Don’t worry about me.”

Peter swung back and forth between a couple more buildings before swinging back to the building they came from where everyone else was waiting.

“Ready?” Peter asked when they had landed and everyone is in position.

All three of them nodded and swung once more out of the building, leaving Y/N, MJ and Ned. but not before Peter gave Y/N a peck in the cheeks.

“Close the portal!” MJ and Y/N were freaking out over Ned’s shoulder after catching the box from the other end.

“I can’t!” Ned shouted in response from the pressure and the heat of the moment.

“Oh my gosh, that’s a huge lizard!” Y/N warned as the giant reptile ran for them. “Scatter!”

Y/N took the left side while Ned and MJ ran towards the right. Ned opened another portal which gushed out a stream of water, pushing the lizard out of the way. Y/N took a breathe of relief but was cut short when the metal holding up the scaffolding wobbled and fell, bringing all three with the fall.

“MJ!” Y/N shouted.

She tried to go closer to MJ by leaning her weight towards her but MJ was snatched by Ned in what seemed to be a flying cape.

The air was more intense this time than the tranquil state when she was swinging with Peter.

Peter.

“Y/N!” She saw her friend diving after her and reached his hand out for her. Y/N reached out but her hope was lost after seeing him swept out to the side the the Green Goblin.

Taking her last breath, Y/N closed her eyes and let herself fall. This is her destiny, she thought.

Just as her life flashed in front of her eyes, she felt a pair of strong are engulf her in a hug and carry her upright.

It all happened so fast and when she opened her eyes, she saw a teary eyed Peter staring at her.

“Are you okay?” He asked, not tearing his eyes off her.

Y/N nodded and held his cheek. “Are you?”

Tears bounced off his face as he nodded eagerly. Y/N pulled his face towards her and met his midway, locking their lips together. Droplets of tears merged in between their faces but they didn’t care.

The villains were cured and Dr. Strange was now casting the spell to forget Peter and everything they knew about the multiverse. Peter was talking to MJ while Ned held Y/N as she wept.

Y/N felt Ned tapping her shoulders and pointed down on the ramp where two other Peters sat observing the moving waters.

She wiped her face and walked over to them. The older Peter sensed her coming so he stood up and walked away to give them space. Peter turned back and smiled at her, patting the space beside him.

Y/N sat and leaned her head on his shoulder while he pulled her closer by the waist.

“What now?” She asked.

“I guess we’ll be back to our normal lives.” He sighed and looked at her face.

“I don’t even know what is normal anymore.” She chuckled. “I’d hate the normal without you.”

“Me too.” He stroked her hair “But just think about how we’re under the same sun, moon and stars.”

“But the multiverse surely has tons of stars, yours different than ours.”

Even now that they were minutes away from separating, she still doesn’t back down. A trait that Peter learned about Y/N. Her. Not his Y/N.

“You know what I’m getting at.” He made a funny face and she reciprocated it.

“Peter!” Their moment was snapped back to reality when Dr. Strange called all three and gave them a nod, signalling that it’s been done.

“Any second now.” Peter pulled you up.

Y/N took him in for one last time and engulfed him in a tight embrace. He smelt of metal from the blood on him but it didn’t matter now. She nuzzled her face closer to the crook of his neck and he kissed her forehead.

It hadn’t been a minute when he vanished into thin air. Y/N stood by the ramp and looked around, the water and the calm breeze bringing her to tranquility before her vision goes dark, waking up the next day in her bed as if nothing ever happened.

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