#(God I can only imagine what people would say if I said like...Idk 'no characters are allowed to kill ever except for the disabled/mentally

[musical-chick-13]

Some people really need to understand that a m/f ship like...existing. Is not inherently Bad™.

[konic0]

"It's so unfair to the Rat Grinders that they are killed instantly and the Bad Kids get to roll death saves." SHUT UUUUUUUUUUUUP

THIS IS LONG, AND HONESTLY FOR MYSELF, SO YEAH READ IF YOU WANT

I swear to god, this discourse is going to fucking be the end of me. Idk what kind of mind boggling spell Brennan Lee Mulligan wove into the fabric of the universe that spread through the data center of Dropout in order to absolutely hijack y'all's brains when it comes to Cocklord Assgape and her ragtag of character foils but whatever it was has made you Rat Grinder stans INSUFFERABLE in this site.

The levels of treating fictional characters as if they were real people have reached a level I honestly have never anticipated, to the point of y'all actually being mad AT THE CAST for "mistreating" them and ACTUALLY QUESTION BRENNAN'S CAPACITY TO DM. Do you not get how fucking insane that is?

We can't make fun of Copperkettle, one of the most pathetic, petty and incompetent villains in D20 history anymore (even though she is masterfully written and developed to generate this reaction from us) anymore because it's bullying apparently. I saw an account flip the fuck out because someone compared her rivalry with Kristen to Drake and Kendrick's beef. KIPPERLILY IS NOT A REAL GIRL. SHE IS A MAKE BELIEVE CHARACTER IN AN IMPROV SHOW SPAWNED FROM THE BRAIN OF A 36 YEAR OLD MAN

And then what truly pissed me off the MOST about this whole hell is the fact that, being chronically online avid consumers of this goddamn show, I would think you would have but a grasp of the main cast of characters' characterization.

Why the uproar about Riz saying they should chop Oisin's head off? The same Riz who tortured that pixie from Freshman year by shooting off their finger one by one? The same Riz who murked a disarmed and unconscious Coach Daybreak without battin an eye? The same Riz who ATE THE CORPSE OF KALVAXUS?

And the whole Fabian vs Ivy debacle MY GOD, THE GIRL WAS RACIST TO HIS GIRLFRIEND AND USED HER LAST BREATH TO CALL MAZEY "OBJECTIVELY UGLY". And the funniest thing is that is not even the most unhinged shit he has ever said.

And finally, Death Save Gate: THE RAT GRINDERS ARE NOT PLAYER CHARACTERS. THEY ARE NPCS! THE RULES FOR EACH WORK DIFFERENTLY, ESPECIALLY THEM BEING BOSS ENCOUNTERS. Imagine having to still hit Ivy or Oisin 2 more times to kill them when there is 14 foot tall Porter throwing legendary actions left and right, with Jace, and other 3 spell casters + Mary Ann and KLCK up and running. It's called balancing the fucking game. Also, game masters are entitled to break, mold and make up any rules they want if they find necessary in order to service themselves and their players. IF YOU PLAY WITH ALL THESE RULES AS THEY COME, GOOD FOR YOU AND YOUR TABLE. THIS IS NOT YOUR TABLE.

Not only is Brennan DMing for his CLOSEST FRIENDS EVER, he is also shooting and producing an ENTIRE TV SHOW. So yeah, i think he knows wtf he is doing.

"But the Ratgrinders had no real development": True. But it wasn't for lack of trying from the players. Everytime they tried to know more, the dice didn't let them, so they decided to focus on the mystery. It simply do be like that sometimes.

"But they are just kids!": And so were Penelope, Dayne, Ragh, Zayn, the Bloodrush Players, Aelwyn and Biz. Why wasn't it a problem then? Because most of them were evil to some extent and were about to bring the fucking apocalypse to the world? Yeah, sounds familiar right? And the ones who were manipulated or had any sort of redemption worked their way into earning it, right? Yeah.

In conclusion, I fucking love the Rat Grinders, I truly do, and not unlike 90% of this website, i'm still holding on to hope that they have any sort of development and redemption in the last episode, because I agree, they ARE children and they WERE manipulated by Porter and Jace, but like, can we also agree that they are fucking assholes and had it fucking coming? Also, the BKs are children too y'know. SO STOP BEING FUCKING ANNOYING.

[gay-dorito-dust]

imagine crocheting a tail warmer/sleeve for Dan Heng for when it gets colder on the Express + a matching hat with horn holes in it

(i am so insane about IL, been a player since day 1 and when leaks of him came out, i started skipping everyone and got him and his lightcone.)

The ending to this was rough bc idk what to put lol

(I cried when he came home as I’m someone who tries to not put money into gacha games and try and get the characters I want by earning the gems however I can. I thought I wasn’t going to get him but thank god I did.)

It was almost impossible not to notice the change in Dan Heng the moment the express grew a little colder, he wore more layers then usual and would stand in close proximity to anything that produced heat.

He stood shoulder to shoulder with you once and would let out small noises of discomfort when you did so much as shuffle an inch away from him, even going so far as to use his tail to latch onto your waist as to keep you in place, only to soon let go of you once he had realised what he had done out of embarrassment that he had done something impulsive.

It wasn’t hard to deduce that Dan Heng was more susceptible to the cold due to his Vidyadhara traits. You had heard tales of old that said that the vidyadhara people hated cold climates, and it was safe to say that the legend was proven true when you heard him tell March that since his horns were just as sensitive as his tail, and that the cold made him feel as though he was experiencing an never ending brain freeze.

Driven by a want to help him, you spent most of the day and some of the night crocheting him a tail warmer and a hat that you work to keep his horns protected from the biting cold. It took you a couple of tries and a series of pricking your fingers with the needle to get right, but in the end it was made worth it when you set off from your room and journeyed to Dan Heng’s, feelings of both worry and excitement for his reaction bubbling inside of you as you knocked on the door.

‘What’s this?’ Dan Heng asked shortly after opening the door, his eyes immediately clocking the knitted warmers in your hands, his interest peaking.

‘They’re warmers.’ You replied as though it were obvious, that and you loved to get a reaction out Dan Heng by stating the obvious.

‘I’m aware, I’m asking why you’ve brought them to me.’ Dan Heng said, sometimes you could be worse the march but he liked you enough to endure sure.

‘I overheard that you’ve become more susceptible to colder temperatures, so I decided to make a warmer for your tail and a little hat to keep your horns warm and comfortable during these times until we can better understand how to manage it.’ You explained and held out the warmers for him to take as he wordlessly plucked them from your hands to admire the handiwork.

They were soft indeed and would provide good use for his tail and horns, however he wasn’t use to having someone do something for him without an exchange of sorts, but Dan Heng couldn’t help the small smile on his lips as he let out a little chuckle. ‘These are perfect, thank you, I shall put them to good use.’

You beamed brightly, happy that your hard work hadn’t gone to waste. ‘Really?! You like them? I thought that I might’ve made the tail warmer too small or the hat a little too big to properly fit against your horns and-‘

‘They’re fine.’ Dan Heng interrupted, hand on your bicep, still smiling. ‘I can’t thank you enough for going out of your way to make something for me.’

You shrugged, trying to act like his words of appreciation didn’t sent butterflies to your stomach. ‘I just didn’t want you to suffer from the cold, it’d be wrong of me to ignore your struggles,’ you trailed off before continuing, ‘you’ll let me know if it’s too small won’t you? If they are I can make another pair or-‘

‘I shall alert you if that is the case.’ Dan heng reassured you and it wasn’t until later that you did catch a glimpse of him in his warmers, and needless to say they fitted him just right.

[thebearme]

OH WAIT MY DUMBASS FORGOT TO ALSO ASK BTW IF YOU HAVE ANY HEADCANONS ON CAMERON OR GWEN

Imma just gonna start with Cam first, and let me just tell you Cameron I projected the most on because even after my "ihatehim no ilovehim" phase so idk maybe some of this could be out of character srry.

I imagine Cameron is south African, particularly Zimbabwean.

His a walking nerd emoji.

The only pass time Cam had was to draw bugs. So he's REALLY GOOD at drawing bugs. Only bugs. Everything else looks like it's from the diary of a wimpy kid.

Cam not that keen of physical touch but slowly getting used to it cuz of Mike. Mike also trying to remember that everyone is open on surprise hugs.

Idk why but with Zoey and Cam's relationship I just think of Carly and Freddie but without the crush.

Gwen and Cam would have art trades together.

Cam got the dryess hands in existence because of the amount of hand sanitizer he uses. OCD GAND RISE UP!

Im saying this now but Cam and B would TOTALLY VIBE TOGETHER!! i just don't know their intentions are yet so dont ask..

Lightning and Cam would have hangout if not for the cheating thing.

Duncan once asked Cam if he can draw a mural of his pet spider Scruffy.

Sam would take it as his personal duty to teach Cam in the way of being a gamer. By teaching him the Zelda timeline and the lore of FNAF. May god rest Cam soul after that.

Cam doesn't not do well with the more active people in Mike's system like Svetlana and Manitoba. They try to be gentle with him but they just don't know their strengths and Manitoba canonically eats dirt so there's only so much they can hangout.

Vito doesn't vibe with nerds but he does occasional try to back him up if he's getting bullied. ONLY if Vito himself isn't bullying Cam.

Cameron actually has the best relationship with Chester. He loves hearing history and old facts and Chester loves the excuse to chat someone's ears off.

Mal and Cam have more of a neutral relationship with each other but I can definitely see Mal thinking his just some weakling nerd until Cam shows him he knows how to make the Demon core.

Cam and Mike started a hate Scott club. Although Cam feels alil bad about, he tends to be reminded of why they started this club every time they go back to their cabin.

Cam once witnessed Scott use the bathroom without washing his hands. And never liked him since.

There was one time between season, Mike, Cam and Zoey were going on a little road trip. Z & M both ask what song should they play next? Cam said he doesn't know any songs so maybe just play the Ice cream truck theme. And that's when they find out HOW sheltered this boy is.

I would get into the nitty gritty but Cam's mom is NOT a good mom. Zoey and Mike have beef with her (Zoey trys to have the benefit of the doubt and said she just too over protective while Mike legit DONT like her.)

They both make sure that Cam gets as much outside time as possible and learn to have a life outside of his house.

When Cam goes to college is going aboard as an entomologist.

When Cameron first came on TD he didn't know what to wear because obviously he's never been outside so it a mixture of hot and cold clothes. Bro don't know fashion but it's his outfit changes in All Stars.

He's wearing a puffer jacket because it reminds him of a sleeping bag and makes him cozy + it has a cooling system inside thanks to B.

[nepenthean-sleep]

Hey hey! For the character meme Gideon!

hello thanks for the ask :)

favorite thing about them i love how she speaks. someone said once that everything she says is like the wrong option in a video game dialogue choice list. all of tamsyn's characters have incredible dialogue but gideon is so goddamn funny especially. like it wraps around from being cringe to being funny again. her narration is excellent.

least favorite thing about them i'm gonna say what i said for harrow, everything about her makes sense for her character and her role in the story.

favorite line given the first answer here you can imagine this is extremely difficult for me. however. i'm going to go with a decidedly unfunny one from chapter 25 of ntn because it makes me feel insane.

Nona had never seen anyone so sad in her whole short life. It made her nearly afraid to die. “Nobody locks me up anywhere,” said Kiriona.

she says!!! while locked in her corpse by her dad!! after being locked in harrow's brain for a year by harrow!! after being locked in drearburh for 18 years by the ninth!! ohhhhhhh my god

brOTP sorry i'm going with gideon and ianthe because they hate each other and i just find that endlessly amusing

OTP griddlehark sweep

nOTP don't really have one, just don't like when she's shipped with men

random headcanon after she goes to canaan house she starts getting freckles because it's her first time in sunlight

unpopular opinion idk i don't really see people talking about this much but like she's an asshole. she has a mean-spirited streak. and like yeah i guess if your opponent in the cartoonishly evil contest is harrow it's gonna make gideon look like a much better person but like. idk everyone was shocked by her being a dick in ntn but it's not really that different from how she was before?

also i really really hate the fandom himboification of her turning her into a one-dimensional horny fuckboi vehicle for harrow to have 36 orgasms or whatever. or the opposite where they make her a loyal idiot golden retriever. butches often have personalities that are not either of these things, actually!

song i associate with them it is 100% absolutely from hell with love and sweet true lies, both by beast in black. not only do they sound like songs i think gideon would listen to, like, the lyrics are so.

Killed my light To serve your delight Now see me ripped apart Ripped apart

Another voiceless cry Another hopeless try I wish you'd open your wings and take me inside From hell with love I write Confess my passion crime Cause to my heart, soul and mind, you are kryptonite Oh babe

like cmon.

Baby, baby tell me more of your lies Say you want me for a lifetime I believe you even when I know it's a lie Love's so blind Sweet true lies

AAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!! thank you @oceanwrath for introducing me to these songs with your tlt art.

favorite picture of them again i can't choose just one there's so much good art in this fandom but my favorites are this FUCKING STUNNING kiriona piece by @nil-elk and this amazing one by @battletailors and this incredible piece by @notedchampagne and this one by @may12324 and this one by oceanwrath and listen ok i just really really like gideon nav 😭

thanks for the ask!

[toxicyaoibeliever]

Idk i dont want to like, make a character or media analysis bc i do not think I'm smart enough for that but i do have thought that feel like i HAVE to share Falsettos is my favorite musical of all time and so of course i seek fanfic and fanart and fanworks in general of this piece of media. And while Modern!AU are not my thing i do like the occasional fanart. BUT

I just do not think that Mendel and Trina would be together in modern times. I do not believe they are the perfect pairing and i do not believe they are this super healthy super cute ship. I'm not even sure Trina truly loves the guy at first

I think, musical-wise, she was attracted to him, maybe she even liked him, but she married him because she felt like she had to.

Its literally spelled for us in Trina's song (reprise)

And for doubts that I've been feeling, I'll ignore them when I can

Loving our lives (Mendel) vs Liking our lives (Trina)

Our hands were tied. My father cried "You'll marry!" We married! (abt Marvin)

It's hard to put my thoughts into words, especially bc English is not my first language. But what i want to say: Trina married the first time because she had to. She was maybe pregnant by then or had lost her virginity or something. Then, she was a single Jewish wife in 1788. Can you imagine how hard that probably was? not only that but her ex-husband is also gay. So the second time she also had to marry. She was raised to want the perfect life

She was raised to want this. And so, when another man appeared, who wanted her despite being divorced, already having a child, and having STDs, why would she say no? Even if she didn't quite love him, even if she wasn't sure about the marriage, she knew chances like this would be hard to get again. So she left her feelings aside and said yes. What other choice did she have?

And sure, i do believe she learned to love Mendel. Maybe not the same way, i do think Mendel will always love her more, but i think she learned to be happy with what she got.

But i don't think is fair. I think in modern times she would either not have married Marvin, and if she had then i don't think she would have married Mendel, even less that quickly

I like to imagine modern Trina being happy single. Being a working woman, having friends she could confide with, being content with herself, and taking her time. And having good sex. Because my god, that woman deserves good sex. Not even in her second marriage did she get the sex she deserved

idk, this was a rant, obvs, and not a super well thought and shit. i just wish people would be more into Trina. I just feel like people think way more abt Marvin and Whizzer and leave the women to be basically their cheerleaders

Don't get me wrong, Whizzer is my fav character but... i just wish the fandom would at least put a little bit more thought into the women on the show

[the-s1lly-corner]

Helloo! I hope you’re having a good day!

I have a request! ^^ (i literally love your writing sm!) I was wondering if you can do head canons of Laughing Jack x Tomie Kawakami like reader? Like the reader having Tomies powers and her beauty?

Please take care of yourself and drink a lot of water! <33

LJ w/ a S/O who's like Tomie!

YAHOO!! this just reminds me i need to get back into junji itos stuff :O i got a physical copy of uzumaki last year; loved it!! gotta reread it soon and dive into the other stuff !!! i admit i haven't read tomie's bits yet, my only info/exposure to her is based around how she was in the anime adaptations, an infodump from a friend ab 3-4 years ago, and a character wiki so i apologize in advance for any inaccurates/misunderstandings on how the abilities work! other than that, i hope you enjoy!

Im not even going to lie I think this dude would think it's a little amusing how people will literally commit dozens of crimes just for you to look their way

i personally dont think he would be affected by your natural seduction thing, mostly in part due to him not being a human, he still thinks your pretty!

he probably calls you doll or some other variation of it because of your appearance

that said lj does have a bit of a jealousy problem, even without a partner that automatically charms everyone around them. bro has abandonment issues and doesnt like sharing at all. sure, hell try to look past it but he hates the way other people fawn and swoon! depending on what kind of reader we're going with, say, one that also k(r)ills for one reason or another he'll *try* to keep it together but boy, does it get hard when you feed into the people's insanity

but that's probably a whole thing for another post since you specified abilities :O!! not sure if you wanted the s/o to fully lean into it or do something else

so some other ideas to fill the post !

first time he sees you die he will freak out

like

he doesnt know youll come back, and as morbid and horrible sounds he'd probably hang on to your corpse until you just

pop back

funny joke haha thing imagine he's lamenting over you and you just. pop back up all "aww you love me :3??"

love little haha funny shit like that

anyways

overall it doesnt mix well with his jealousy and stuff, he doesnt like sharing! nope, not at all

but perhaps you can win him over with some much needed affection and a lotta reassurance

in several ways

winks

god no because

idk

my brain is melting as we speak im so sorry

[mintaikcorpse]

Analyzing the Circus & Biblical Elements in Hellaverse: Lucifer Morningstar

The Devil Daddy himself! The King of Hell! The original sin! And somehow, the silliest character in the show, Lucifer Morningstar!

Look, he's a ringleader. I've said it, the show says it, Vivziepop said it, his design shoves it in your face- HE IS A RINGLEADER. But leaving it at that is boring, despite how obvious it is, so I'm going to talk about the aspects of him being a ringleader and why he's a ringleader!

Why he's a Ringleader

The first and obvious reason is that Vivzie wanted him to be.

The in lore and symbolic reasons is because of the way Heaven saw him. In Overture, Charlie states, "He was a dreamer, with fantastical ideas for all of creation. But, he was seen as a troublemaker by the elders of Heaven."

In a lot of stories, circuses symbolize risk, excitement, and freedom. It can also be a call for adventure, which fits Lucifer so well. He was so excited to create the world and give humans free will, which was seen as something risky and dangerous by Heaven. But, by giving Eve the apple, he was able to give the rest of humanity wonder and excitement, and most importantly, free will. While he does regret it, since he only sees the worst of the free will he has given, that doesn't stop the fact that he still made humans have their own identity away from Heaven, and isn't that the point of circuses? To provide freedom and an identity away from the norm?

Lucifer's Design

Like I said before, we already know he's a ringmaster, with the suit and tophat and all that. BUT there's also other elements to his design I find very interesting.

For one, the tophat has both a crown, and apple, and a snake on it. I didn't even notice there was a crown on him until the wiki pointed it out. The snake is pretty obvious, since the snake is the one that gave Eve the apple. (Also, did you know that the bible never really said that the serpent was the devil? It mightve been a subject of the Devil, but it was never stated to be the devil. That doesnt mean we cant theorize it was tho. I absolutely love analyzing Abrahamic Religions.) There are actually so many apple references to his design.

He has a somewhat hourglass figure with 2 dots on the back of his suit, which makes his body look like an applecore. His color scheme is also primarily red, white, and yellow, which is the colors that most apples have.

Vivziepop said that Lucifer and Charlie were loosely based on Porcelain Dolls, and whole that's cute, idk what that would have to do with it relating to lore. Not everything has to be lore related you know!

But Imma theorize anyways.

Perhaps it's like a puppet breaking off a string. When he was in Heaven, he was a puppet on a string, but now that he's away from Heaven, he's like a doll trying to find his purpose. It's a stretch, but still.

Or perhaps it's a reference to both hid and Charlie's child-like wonder, since dolls are mostly used by children who have big imaginations, like they do.

Demon Elements & References

In mythology, Lucifer was said to be the most beautiful angel and the most beautiful demon, so many artists took this as him being human, which is why he's the most humanoid sin. A lot of people complained that he was a twink in this show, but honestly, he was always a twink.

All of this further proves my theory that the ideal man is a feminine man.

His last name, Morningstar, is a reference to the fact that the Morningstar was said to be Lucifer. In mythology, the morningstar (aka, Venus) was said to be Lucifer trying to steal the light of God, which is why it was a bright star that could be seen in the morning. Him having brighter colors could also be a reference to his association with dawn since it brings the sun and light.

While the name Lucifer has been used by humans for centuries, the name means light bringer, and I like the believe that in the show, it's because he brought the "light" to humanity, aka, free will.

Fun fact: According to Wikipedia, early versions of Lucifer in Greco-Roman myths said that he was the son of Aurora, the Goddess of the dawn.

I heard this on a Ted Ed, but I forgot the video. But it mentions that someone had to steal the golden hair from a devil in one story, so I think that's why Lucifer is blonde. Plus, it just fits with the apple theme, I guess.

[bubblystinkfreak]

what’s your take on the boys personalities? I’ve seen so many of them and I can’t really pin point yours yet!

This is a great question because I never really talked about it before tbh,, hopefully the way I’ll explain it will make sense.

For brick I wanted to mix my three favorite fan interpretations of his personalities into one, The narcissistic asshole who is surprisingly just as smart blossom, the amazing big brother/dad figure, and the goofy lowdown little shit (like in the original). I literally used to fight myself wondering WHICH PERSONALITY DOES HE HAVE,, but then I said fuck it and mixed the bitches.

The best way to describe him is a guy who loves his brothers with all his heart, who works his ass off to provide for them AND A GUY WHOS A MAJOR ASSHOLE. Like the fucker will buy you a present with his damn life savings one minute but the call you a ugly ass wrench and tell you to kill yourself the next. Like idk, I love that kind of personality for him. I imagine that he’s the kinda dude to put his all into the things he loves like his car, his brothers, and later on blossom. Idk I just feel like the lil dude is a perfectionist. I know if you hurt anything that he loves he will kill you, then your family, maybe even the dog if you have one🤷‍♀️. Yeah that’s right, real king shit, he ain’t feared for no reason.

Now let’s move on to Butch.

In my version of him, I literally just made him a crazy ass himbo. Like the man is the sweetest thing when you get to know him but other than that he is an absolute MASS TYRANT,, HE WILL KILL WITH NO MERCY (the only thing he might spare are kids) THATS IT. GOD PRAY YOU ARE NOT THIS MAN’S ENEMY. I like to think that even though he’s actually a really nice guy, he still have urges to hurt/hit things, even when he turns “good”. (Thank mth for that). Idk I just feel like it would make the most sense. But don’t forget, even with those urges he just likes making others around him smile and stuff; he also still really cares about his brothers and puts them above ANYONE else, even buttercup sometimes.

And finally, the last but certainly not least, Boomer.

Now for boomer, I really wanted to give him a different personality than what I usually see with him. In my version I made him a introverted reserved sweetheart who just likes to read books and play games. I just love the thought of the little man doing everything he can to stay out the spotlight to the point he’ll just make a fool of himself. I think I was really inspired to do this because of a character named, Marc, on miraculous.

I feel like he’ll really act like this due to to his anxiety and insecurities. Even though the boys were only joking, the “dumbest of the dumb” stuff used to really get to him when he was young. Plus he’s just a shy dude, and for some reason he think he’s the ugly one out of the brothers… and the dumbest… when butch’s STANKY ASS is right there but you know,, he’s just a insecure teen. Bubbles and brick will help with that later.

Also random bonus: I also love the thought of this dude literally running away from everyone thinking they hate him or something when most people just think he’s super cute and mysterious. Like imagine him talking to bubbles and saying, “omg why are they staring at me like that, did I do something wrong!??” But homie is just pretty and shit. Like oblivious boomer is the best boomer, prove me wrong.

If you want more examples of their personalities then here’s a old comic I made last year that can help, even if it’s short.

[whenthesnowfelloverwinterfell]

Vatic - Chapter II " Nocked "

Series Description : The youngest daughter of King Viserys and Queen Alicent grows up split between the two sides of her family. With dreams plaguing her sleep of people she does not know, and a war looming ahead of her. She will be forced to choose between the two sides of her family, between the love for her brother, and the loyalty for her sister. 

Chapter Description : Y/n Targaryen begins to learn archery, and a few words of wisdom from her teacher, and later in the night, she learns more about the gods

A/N : in a few chapters, things will get more interesting, I swear, I'm mostly just building up character and background for what I have planned :)

Warnings : none in this chapter

Pairing : eventual Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader ( cannon typical targcest idk what to tell you )

Word Count : 3.0k

Y/n knew only what those in the keep had chosen to teach her. And yet, she knew some things that they hadn’t taught her. She’d somehow known the words of house Lannister and Baratheon before the maester had ever sat her and Aemond down to learn the great houses and their sigils and words. She had known the colors of the Lannister banner before Aemond ever did. According to Y/n’s grandsire, when she was still too young to dine with her parents and grandsire, because she was not yet well enough behaved, there had been an event for one of Aegon’s name days. Every great house was invited. Y/n’s mother had been sitting with Aemond on her left, her own father to her right, and Y/n in her lap, but as the great houses had a single bannerman ride into the event with the house banners, Y/n had been completely entranced. Pointing at only a select few in wonder, occasionally saying “I know that one!” despite never having seen the sigils before in her young life. 

But then, the black and gold banner of Baratheon rode in, and from what Y/n’s grandsire had told her, Y/n had said in an excited whisper “Ours is the fury.” and a few short minutes later, when the red and gold banner of Lannister rode in, she had practically jumped out of her mother’s lap and said “Hear me roar!” It had gotten a laugh out of the people of the court also sitting with the queen and the royal children. 

It was a hard thing to describe. holding a nocked arrow beside her face, staring at the target in front of her. Despite the heat of King’s Landing beating down on her, she could nearly perfectly envision snow. An active imagination. Or at least, that’s what her king father would tell her. ‘you’re only nine now, Y/n, allow your mind to wander as it so pleases’

Y/n let the arrow loose. “When will the babe be here?” Y/n turned to look at Rhaenyra, who was sitting beside Laenor tucked away by a corner in the court yard, closer to Y/n. Rhaenyra had only recently announced that she was expecting another child to her family. And Y/n was fascinated. 

“Not for a while, I’m afraid.” Rhaenyra told her sister. 

Y/n had never truly been around babies. Daeron was born only a few years after she was, she had no real memories of him as a baby, and Rhaenyra’s youngest son was only a year and some months younger than Y/n herself. 

Y/n made a face and looked over at the open doors that led inside the keep. “I’m hoping for a daughter this time,” Rhaenyra added, catching her young sister’s attention once more. 

“How will you know if its a boy or girl?” 

Rhaenyra chuckled a bit, resting her hand on her stomach while looking down at the fabric covering the small bump. “We won’t know until the babe is born-” 

“Princess,” Y/n looked back at the teacher, standing off to the side with his arms crossed in front of his chest. She’d gotten distracted. That was her fault. “You can talk and practice at the same time, can you not?.” He repeated the same phrase for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. when in reality, it was the same phrase he said almost everyday since he began training her. It taken quite awhile for Rhaenyra to find a teacher for Y/n, and even longer to convince their father to allow Y/n to be taught by him, and of course, her mother protested, and was angry at Rhaenyra for going behind her back about something concerning her own child. 

She nodded and turned back to look at the targets. She hadn’t even noticed where her arrow had gone. It had lodged itself into the target, right in the center. 

Reaching over to the quiver full of arrows beside Y/n, she pulled one out, quickly nocked it, and aimed for the next target. She slowed her breathing, concentrating on the spot she wanted the arrow to hit on the target. Y/n slowly blinked, preparing herself to let the arrow loose. 

A swift kick against her foot startled her, sending the arrow flying adjacent to the target, hitting the stone wall and breaking as it hit the stone. “Your foot twas not in the correct position.” The archery teacher stated. 

Y/n stared at the wall, eyes wide, mouth open in shock. one of her arrows broken because she didn’t have a strong enough grip on it that just someone just tapping her foot would startle her and send the arrows flying.

Theobrand Karstark was a man who came from a northern house with too many heirs. He was one of the youngest heirs to the northern house. Likely to never inherit Karhold. 

Y/n knew how it was that the northern man ended up at the red keep. Rhaenyra had gone out of her way to find her the best known archer in the seven kingdoms. And it came back that of course, one of the youngest sons of Harrion Karstark would be one of the best. 

Many lords and little lords prided themselves on learning the skill of wielding a sword, but in a place where hunting was the prime source of food, it would make sense that archery would be valued. The southern kingdoms had other means of obtaining food. Fishing, agriculture and hunting were all important. But in the North? During winter, when what little crops they had died off for the next few years, they had not much else but imports from the south, and the creatures that lingered in the woods. 

Theobrand knealed down, now a bit lower to the ground than Y/n, but extremely close as he pointed up to the parapet of the stone wall, where guards would occasionally walk.

 “It’s one thing to be a little knight standing on the parapet during a siege, letting loose arrows like a child to keep away the enemy, in a situation like that, position doesn’t matter, chaos is dangerous for the enemy.” Y/n looked down at Theobrand as he looked at her, she could tell by the look in his eye, this wasn’t a jest. 

“Princess, I am here to teach you how to become a good archer. It is rare a young girl wishes to learn the complexities of any weapon that is thrusted upon young boys, let alone a young princess. I’m not here to teach you how to fire off arrows from a parapet, but how to use this weapon,” Theobrand reached out and grabbed Y/n’s bow, but did not take out of her hands. “And use it like a hunter. Anyone can fire at ships invading Blackwater Bay, or at Wildlings attacking the Northern wall. It is a skill to be able to fire from even and lower ground than your enemy, to know when to strike, when to wait, and how to not be seen by your prey. Many think that only sword and daggers are for close combat, but arrows can be just as deadly from only a few paces away.”

Y/n’s eyes flashed down to the bow in both their hands before looking back at her teacher. “Stance is more important than you may think. There are other ways to use this weapon, such as from horseback, or while kneeling close to the ground, but before you may learn any other stances, you must learn the one that little knights use,”

“Why would I ever need to defeat an enemy, Theobrand? I’m not going to war.” 

Theobrand chuckled, looking up at the sky with amusement before looking back at the young princess. “You are a Targaryen. Targaryen women do not shy away from a fight as I’m sure you know. Many times, Princess, wars are unexpected. They sneak up on the people who must fight them. . . And even if a war never does occur, I would be honored to one day say that I am the reason why my place as one of the best archers was usurped. I wish to one day tell my children that the young Princess Y/n Targaryen learned everything I had to teach, and that she surpassed me in proficiency.” 

It brought a small grin to Y/n’s face. 

“Now, I do believe you can practice and speak to the Princess Rhaenyra at the same time, can you not, Little Princess?”

Y/n’s smile grew as she gave an urgent nod. Theobrand gave her a smile and nod as he stood up and walked off to the side, allowing her the ability to shoot at her targets freely. Pulling an arrow out of the quiver once more, she corrected her stance while looking down at the ground. Her shoes were covered in dirt, and the hem of her dress had some as well despite the skirt being higher than the older ladies of the court, but it was only because she’d come outside of the keep running. 

Bringing the bow up, Y/n nocked the arrow, aiming for one of the targets. It was a smaller one, one she hadn’t yet hit, too afraid to miss and be scolded for wasting an arrow. The target was an old wooden chalice that likely came from the servants quarters base on how the wood seemed to be stained and splintered, no longer suitable for drinking out of. the wood severely dried and cracking. 

Y/n exhaled slowly, letting her body calm, and her hands still as she focused in on the cup. The familiar feeling of the air whisking past her from the arrow as she let it loose was a welcomed one, as was the sight of her arrow hitting the chalice, splitting it in half due to it’s dry and cracked state. 

“Well done, Y/n!” Laenor exclaimed from his seat beside Rhaenyra. 

“Quite the shot, Princess,” Theobrand praised.

Y/n turned her head to look at the three. Theobrand stood a few paces from Rhaenyra and Laenor. Laenor seemingly impressed, and Rhaenyra with a proud look upon her face. Y/n watched as her sister mouthed the word ‘good’ to her. The praise from her sister was all she needed.

Y/n sat out on the ground of the balcony of her chambers, her nightgown on, the sun slowly making its way down the horizon of King’s Landing. The sky painted beautiful shades of pink and orange. Her mother sat on a chair right behind Y/n, braiding her silver hair, speaking of something that Y/n could not have been bothered with. She was far too occupied with watching the clouds move, and the sky continuing to change. 

She could see the sept from here. She’d be there tomorrow with Helaena, and her mother would escort her two daughters as well as the other young girls and unmarried women of noble houses who were currently residing in King’s Landing to the sept. 

“Maiden’s day is tradition, Y/n. I always enjoyed it before I was married to your father.” Alicent spoke, but Y/n remained quiet, overlooking the lower parts of the keep and the city through the gaps in the railing. She didn’t care much about the holiday. She followed the faith of the seven, she believed in the new gods, and prayed like Alicent had taught her. A true southern lady. Though it wasn’t lost on the young princess that both Princess Rhaenys and Rhaenyra both gave Alicent skeptical looks whenever Y/n spoke of the religion to the two Targaryen women. 

“The Maiden is the god who represents innocence, Y/n. She’s who I always pray to for you and Helaena. To protect the both of you. . . your innocence.” 

“My lady mother, what does that mean? I know what being innocent of an action means. . . I do not know the phrase you use it in.” Y/n confessed, using the formal language she was taught purely out of habit.

Alicent remained quiet, continuing to braid Y/n’s hair. She was hesitating. Or maybe Y/n had overstepped, asked a question her mother didn’t like. Oftentimes when she asked silly questions her mother disliked, she’d pretend as though Y/n hadn’t asked it, though she would make a face that Y/n found impossible to define. It was almost the same face her mother made whenever the servants put food in front of her during meals that she disliked but would not tell them such. It also shared aspects with the face she frequently made whenever Aegon came in to break his fast with the rest of the family. Usually stumbling and hushing anyone he thought was too loud. 

And now Y/n was worrying. Had she upset her mother? It truly wasn’t her intention. She only ever wanted to please her mother. She had almost been certain that her mother once told her that she found it quite endearing whenever Y/n asked her a question about something she’d said to gain more clarity on the matter. 

“It means purity. You and your sister remain pure, untainted by anything or any man in this world. I pray you remain so, for your own safety and peace of mind.” ALicent finally answered after her long drawn silence. Y/n hadn’t realized she’d been holding her breath for Alicent’s silence until she finally exhaled at the sound of her mother’s voice. 

“Oh,” Was Y/n’s only response.

Alicent finished Y/n’s hair just as a knock came at the door. Alicent stood from her chair, Y/n standing from the ground, watching as her mother took swift strides to the door, and pulling it open. Y/n stayed by the entry of the balcony, not able to see who was knocking at the door from her position. But her mother was looking down, and speaking to someone who was certainly the height of a child. 

Her mother turned her head to look at her, and Y/n tilted her head in curiosity, and as the young girl was about to open her mouth to ask her mother who it was, Alicent had fully opened it, allowing Aemond into the room, his hair had been let down from its typical hold, and clearly brushed out by one of the servants.

Y/n smiled and approached her brother. His name day had passed three months ago now. He was ten now. The three months out of the year in which the two were the same age had come and gone, and he’d celebrated his tenth name day. A full decade of being alive. It was strange to her. 

“The two of you are getting too old to keep sleeping in the same bed.” Alicent told them both as they looked at their mother. “Aemond you’re close to being a man grown now, you cannot keep relying on your sister to be with you through the night.” 

The two children had a sort of co-dependency on one another. They always sat with another during meals. She followed him like a puppy a majority of the time. And it likely started because they had once shared the same small bassinet until they had both grown too large. They shared the same wet nurse, they were always with one another from the day she was born. Their father had said that whenever he looked inside their bassinet after Y/n’s birth, she and Aemond were curled around one another, holding each other. 

“I shall send the servants in, get into bed, the two of you.” Alicent gestured to the large bed that was adorned with pink and yellow silk bedding and an outrageous amount of pillows before she took her leave from the Princess’s room. 

Both Targaryen children made their way to the bed, but while Y/n was climbing up onto the mattress, Aemond had opened the drawer to the bedside table, pulling out the book he’d currently been reading, climbing in after her, finding his place beside her, where most of the candles were. some on the bedside table he’d just retrieved the book from, and a few above them on the wide ledge of her headboard, standing in small dishes that caught the melting wax before it would have the chance to go down the wood headboard and onto the pillows and sheets. 

Their nights would oft be like this, with Y/n curled into her brother’s side as he read whatever book he’d picked out for her. Stories and histories he had thought she’d be entertained by, or lulled to sleep by. He found it to be his responsibility to care for her, and she reminded him many times that it wasn’t. But it was no matter, He insisted on it anyway. Only a nine months difference in age, and he had always felt the need to look out for his little sister, to protect her, to comfort her. She found comfort just in his presence, and would always find an eternity of safety by his side. 

With his arm wrapped around her and holding the book with both hands, Y/n was resting her head on his chest, trying to read the words as he spoke them into existence in the stone room, but as every minute passed on, she found herself being pulled closer and closer into the warm embrace of a slumber that would surely leave her with a choleric demeanor come the morning.

It was a welcome feeling, drifting off in his arms, and to his voice, she could not make out much, the names of only a spare few. But as she had finally drifted off to sleep, the voices she heard shifted, and she could see brief glimpses, blurry as though she had not yet rubbed away sleep from her eyes, but there was no way to make it clearer. She could hear voices. men and women alike. but she could hear a southerner’s voice. She recognized the woman’s voice, though she knew she’d never heard it before.  “The war has never truly been over. It’s been raging since the first Targaryen set foot on this land-”

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[hell-drabbles]

(tbh, I don't even have the angel cards cuz I'm broke lol🙃, but I'll tell a few thing's what I noticed on other people's post about them either the comics, message's, or stories and theories)

Let's start with Rafael, the dude is like that one insecure kid in the family that always get compared to their other siblings or cousins, Gabriel is the messenger, Michael is the right hand, Rafael wanted to be acknowledged as something, he sees god as kind and benevolent being and being too merciful so he wanted to be the one who punishes evil for him because he loves god and wanted to understand him in some degree, so he judges based on his beliefs wether they're innocent or not and just like other Angel's, his views are always on god and wouldn't acknowledge the God's other creations because he sees them unworthy of God's recognition, bro is already insane (and God didn't even reprimanded this type behavior idk) and had spiraled further since God disappear when peepaw Solomon died, so ever since then he sees all of his decisions and other forms of punishment as a will for/from God in hopes he will come back one day and see his work.

So, the Christmas event happened and most of us know about the chastity belts they wear as to keep them pure for god, and out all of the three seraphim, Rafael is the only one that had his successfully and actually taken off by Raon (that's what they say) and by the time our little rara came back to heaven, bro had his post nut happiness because no joke that the brother actually thought he had ascended into a higher rank than Michael and Gabriel after he experience his first nut (since Lucifer said that Angel's engaged in ecstasies and eventually stop before they climax) Rafael was in a good mood back in heaven during those days that he scared most of the other Angel's.

(that's all bro, I'm new to your blog and love your raon trash talks, sorry English is not my native language btw, you also get a follow, I'll still go a couple of research for the other seraphim)

[ and also After reading a couple of your Lucifer x Companion works I'm hooked, Raon is so rotten to the point I think he wouldn't stop even if ever one day Companion gets married to Lucifer and Raon would just insist that its for the betterment of hell lol bye]

Funny you should send me Raphael of all angels, I was actually starting to write about him. So that's how he's like huh? That's funny. I am going around and reading what I can find about him, especially his card lines because I get the strongest grasp of a character by the way they're talking. And wow, he's a delusional one, ain't he? Also, I take an interest in his relationship with Heaven, since it's pretty clear he has no love for the others that live there, and if need be, will burn that place to the ground if it aligns with his views on God. What a weirdo.

Haaa, my brain has been stuck on how the seraphim would take in interest in the Embittered Companion, and how that would descend into some good old obsession. I know for certain that they didn't take any interest in the Embittered Companion. It's only after spending time in Heaven do things start to descend. Of course, I naturally want each of their obsessions to be distinct from one another. Like, how I imagine Gabriel to take issue with anyone who keeps a feather of the Embittered Companion to themselves, regardless if they were demon or angel. And Raphael, he has a weird sense of when the Embittered Companion is about to become lucid, so he tends to be there and just, stares. And sometimes laughs for seemingly no reason. He's creeeeepy.

Michael, eh, I don't have anything on him right now. Maybe later.

And yes, yes, Ra-on is certainly a rotten little thing, because holy hell man, incel behavior is no joke and that shit is extremely hard to weed out of a person. So, Ra-on is going to be a frustrating character to deal with, but he'll get better eventually. It's just going to be a rather painful process because of how much he's gotta unpack. Thank you for liking it all!

[wackysach]

Please do share your hcs even if the designs aren't finished

Pretty sure I not the only one who'd love to hear it 👀

oh god, this ask was from like 2 months ago but i got too shy to respond to it so it’s been sitting here, getting stale. probably moldy at this point. i’m so sorry– but here i am, responding to it now so… yes. (also this user was referring to the doodles i did of the DHMIS characters from the TV series a while ago). i’m not gonna do all of the characters, but i’ll do a couple:

briefcase:

- i call him brandon (simply because brandon matches with brendon heehee)

- works a lot of odd side jobs but his main job is an accountant 

- an absolute go-getter ! this guy genuinely loves to work. give him a task and he’ll make sure it gets done efficiently 

- pokes fun at his older brother often but in reality they’re extremely close 

- in spite of all the jokes and teasing, briefcase looks up to brendon, like, a lot actually. i imagine they grew up in poverty together so they really only had each other to rely on, which is why they’re so close. brendon took good care of him when he was young, so briefcase working hard to make sure he grew up to have a stable job was his way of giving back to his older brother. he probably helps brendon out financially while he works to get his novel published 

(unemployed) brendon:

- the whole “unemployed brendon” name joke-thing stemmed from people getting the two brothers’ names mixed up. briefcase prolly started saying something like “but i’m the employed one !” and so the whole “unemployed brendon” thing came to be. funnily enough, people actually started remembering the two’s names correctly after it 

- gets easily mistaken for the younger brother because of his height and higher pitched voice but he’s considerably older by about 6/7-ish years 

- loves to write. it’s his passion. a proper education was hard to come by when he was young, so he taught himself to read and write by studying the papers he sold and would buy himself books whenever he had a little extra money. now that he’s older he’s been able to publish a couple articles here in there in a few newspapers but his real goal is to get “The Ultimate Forgiveness” — a thematic autobiographical novel centered around learning to forgive oneself for past mistakes — published 

- has a quieter, more reserved nature in contrast to his brother, however he can get a little loud and sassy if provoked

- bearer of an absolutely fantastic unibrow. (shrignold take notes)

coffin:

- name is finn, short for finnicus 

- drinks his coffee black for sure

- likes to keep his areas dim and dark. actually, he likes a lot of dark, macabre things 

- is he a vampire ? we’ll never know 

- he do work as a mortician though (woah bros i just rhymed)

- hobbies include taxidermy, skull collecting, poetry, reading, gardening, and wood carving

- was originally part of an amish-like family, but he left that kind of community behind. his family keeps in contact so he pretends to still follow the lifestyle just to keep the peace with them. (hence the “oh is that a TV ? yeah i’ve been thinking about getting one of those. haha, don’t tell anyone though.” and also the questionable fashion choices *cough cough* those shoes...)

- idk mane, he’s just lowkey a chillax guy. not really much else

warren:

… warren.

electracey:

- goes by "ellie" or "tracey"

- she’s an electrician but also the host for a TV game show called “Watt a Shock !” (ha did you see what i did there ? aren’t i clever)

- is my wife huh. what. who said that ?

- they can get brazy with an electric guitar, man

- as cool as her hair looks, be careful touching it. it’s got that static electricity effect

- related to colin and layla (laptop), she’s like their super cool older cousin. 

- just super sweet and energetic overall

- knows a lot of random, entertaining trivia facts

- 100% dips their fries in milkshakes/ice cream

[elliespuns]

I was wondering, would you mind introducing yourself a bit? Your age, hobbies (except for blogging of coure), music taste, your favorite movies, etc? I love the content you post and i love you and I don't even know you. I wanna know my favorite blogger.. lol. Only if you're okay with it

First of all, thank you for such a lovely compliment. I love you too and I don't even see your blog, mate!

To answer you; I was answering something similar once. This anon sent me questions and I filled them in, so if you allow me to just copy and paste those so I wouldn't have to type it all again (nothing has changed since then, honestly) then I'll be happy to oblige.

How old are you? I'm 30

Tall or short? Very short, I'm only 5'1 ft, 1,56 m

Sexuality? Eh, I don't like labeling myself but if I HAD TO, it'd say bisexual/demisexual.

Describe yourself briefly I'm an introverted dork that doesn't vibe with most people. I dig music, art, and I love a lot. I either love too much or not at all. I've been vegan for over 10 years now and I love funny people. Other than that, I'm just a very poetic soul that also loves to play video games from time to time and I write. I write a lot.

Something you like about yourself? I'd say it's my knowledge in English. I've been self 'learning' it for 9 years now (never been abroad) and I was able to learn the language to the point where it became a huge part of my life. Like I literally use it more than my mother language. That's a thing I'd say I like about myself.

Favorite hobbies outside your blog? I write; creative writing, poetry. Both fulfil my mind. Then I love reading (ofc). I also draw, play video games, work with graphic programs and I love taking pictures.

Something no one would guess about you I have a very high sex drive, lmao 🫣😂 and people would never say so about me, because I literally look like I have a ribbon buckled to my vagina.

Weird quirks you have Oh, god, I can't stand hand cuts. Like you can literally show me a video of someone having their throat slit and I'll be fine, but then you show me a vid of someone having their palm sliced, or simply just someone cutting their finger and I'll go all asdfghjklsdfghjk.

One talent you wished you had Damn, I wish I could draw from imagination. I can draw but I can't seem to draw anything just by trying to see it in my head. That's so fucking frustrating. And weird. Anyone else having this problem?

A word your friends would use to describe you Idk about one word, but my best friend says I'm the funniest person she has ever met, so does that count? Lol, Idk why she says this. I'm literally a potato.

Craziest thing that's ever happened to you Omg, trauma alert… when my boss (a 70 year old male) caressed the top of my head telling me I'm pretty.

Have you ever been in love? Yes, for over 10 years now (no, it's not a fictional character, lol).

What is your biggest fear? Fuck, it's hurricanes and tornados. I actually have a phobia, it's called 'ancraophobia' and it's a fear of strong wind. (I swear I don't fear normal wind tho, I'm not that weird, actually, ok?).

Why did you start this blog? When I came here one day I realized that there were only a few blogs that were dedicated to the game stuff. So I said why the hell not? I didn't expect to have an actual fanbase here, it's crazy. Love you guys.

Your favorite food? Lentils, that's the shit.

Least favorite food? I'd say meat.

Favorite TV shows? Okay, not gonna mention TLOU cause it's obvious, but the very first show that pops into my mind every time is Breaking Bad. I love this show to bits. Then I also love TWD, OITNB, Better Call Saul, Wentworth, This Is Us, Lost, The Killing.

Favorite movie of all time? My most favorite movie of all time will forever be Ginger Snaps (2000). I've loved this movie ever since I was 11. It's been 19 years ever since and I still love it to pieces. Aaaaah!

Favorite musicians? I love a lot of music, but my most favorite is Damien Rice. I love that guy and what he does. Right behind him are Cigarettes After Sex and Mazzy Star (just pure love). Then it would be Joshua Radin, The Hope Arsenal, Yaeow, The Paper Kites, The Smiths, R.E.M., Blur, BoDeans...

Do you have any pets? My chonky boi guinea pig.

[astupidweeb69]

Unrequited (Yandere! Ticci Toby x Reader) Part 2

Next Chapter: Part 3 

All Other Chapters: Part 1 , Part 4 , Part 5, Part 6, & Part 7

Author’s Note: Okay so I know I said this series would be written in Toby’s perspective, but this chapter is in the reader’s point of view. I think from now on I’ll do every other chapter in Toby’s perspective and switch from him to the reader. I feel like it’d make things more interesting to kind of get both sides perception of what’s going on.

This is also cross-posted on my Ao3 account which I update quicker.

Warnings: Swearing, Toby being weird, the reader is struggling with their mental health, people talk about horror movies idk. (2,966 words)

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“You doing okay?”

The question seemed to come out of nowhere, almost startling you. You’d been listening to your friend Anne rant about some TV show she’d been watching lately, and admittedly you started to space out a bit. Something that has been happening more often these past couple of weeks.

Truth is, there was a lot going on in your head, and your thoughts started to race if you didn’t consciously make an effort to focus. A bad habit you thought you’d learned how to deal with better.

But isolation does that to a person. You hadn’t been communicating with your friends as frequently, using any excuse you could to stay indoors, with the blinds closed, and everything securely locked.

Anne, however, being your closest and longest friend you had, was the first person to notice that you were falling back into your old ways. And so, she showed up to your home unannounced, dragging you out to get coffee for “no more than an hour, tops”. You could see the concern on her face when you first opened the door to greet her. You hadn’t showered in quite some time, and your sleep schedule was almost non-existent. 

You were scared.

And now, after doing the bare minimum to get your hygiene back to an acceptable level to go out in public, you sat across the table from your friend. Outside at a local café you typically frequented. A cup of (favorite drink) in front of you, and Anne’s worried expression staring back.

You sighed, slouching in your seat. “Honestly? Not really.”

Anne perked up, more attentive now. The conversation was about to get serious. You hardly ever expressed to your friends when you were having a hard time. Anne was probably the only one you’d share this with, and she knew that.

“It’s been happening again? The whole paranoia thing I mean…” Your eyes looked down, suddenly invested in your fidgeting hands. “I just keep feeling like I’m being messed with. That someone’s watching me.”

You paused, glancing up at your friend to wait for her response. She was thinking. You knew she was worried about saying the wrong thing, which you respected. The fact that you trusted her enough to talk about your past was no small feat. And she didn’t want to break that trust now.

“I’m sorry, I wish I was better at giving advice. Was this brought on by anything you know… specific? Has your dad been acting difficult again?” She asked.

“No that’s the weird thing. I mean, I started losing stuff around my house. At first, I didn’t think it was a big deal.” You rubbed your eyes. God you were tired. “Then I kept finding my windows open. Especially the one in my bedroom. Anne… I don’t think I’ve ever opened my windows. So, I don’t know what that’s about. And then, it all just had a snowball effect. I start worrying about one small thing and it quickly turns into a fucking avalanche.”

She sipped her iced coffee. “Maybe my mom has been coming in to check on things? I know it would be out of character for her to do that without letting you know ahead of time. But I can ask her for you?” Anne smiled reassuringly.

You know she didn’t want to say ‘you were just imagining things’, that phrase always made you annoyed. You had joked to her before that people saying that in horror movies ended up getting people killed.

“Yeah I guess it couldn’t hurt.” It probably wouldn’t end up going anywhere. But you knew Anne wanted to feel like she made an attempt to help you. “I’m going to head back now. I’ll probably stop at a couple stores on my way home to get out a little bit more.”

As you began packing up your things, you felt Anne’s hand reach out and lightly grab your arm.

“How about I come stay over at your place for a couple of days? Like when we were younger? I don’t want you to cut yourself off from people again.” She squeezed your arm encouragingly. “I’ll even watch any movies you pick. Swear on my life. The goriest and bloodiest movies. I won’t even complain.”

You raised an eyebrow, a wicked grin spreading across your face. You could already tell Anne was regretting saying that.

“Fine… if you think you can handle that. But how about you come over in like a day? My house looks like total shit and I need to clean up.”

That was partly true. You also just needed time to mentally prepare yourself at having a person come stay over. It’s been a while.

Plus, it was Anne’s family that technically owned the place you were staying at. They had given you a deal on rent since you were a friend of the family and the house had been sitting empty before you arrived. And you promised to keep the place looking nice, lawn mowed, those types of things.

But you had kind of broken that promise since you’d recently decided to become a hermit. And now you were feeling guilty about it.

After saying your goodbyes, you parted ways with your friend and started your walk home. You did need to pick up a few things for dinner on the way and you had been meaning to check out the bookstore just a few blocks down. They typically had sales on DVDs, and you hadn’t been there in a long time.

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It didn’t take long for you to reach the place, appropriately called “The Book Spot”. Not the most creative name, but you doubt you’d be able to come up with something better.

Immediately upon entering, your eyes narrowed in on the bargain bin in the back. Not really paying attention to the tired teen behind the register giving you a half-hearted “Welcome back,” you made a beeline for your target.

Rummaging through various movie titles like ‘Paul Blart Mall Cop 2’, which you didn’t even know they made a sequel, and obscure romantic comedies from the early 2000s, you finally found something that caught your eye.

You reached out to pick it from the bin, glad your detour home wouldn’t be a total bust.

But then, without warning, a hand grabbed your own.

It was cold, yet somehow still drenched with sweat. It twitched a little bit, before you recoiled back in embarrassment. Your stomach doing flips as you braced yourself to make a run for it and never return to this store. This was about the last thing you needed today.

The owner of the hand looked down at you, arm still in the bin, like he was searching for a movie himself. Yet his eyes were fully fixed on you.

Messy dark brown hair that curled every which way, pale skin, dark brown eyes with heavy bags underneath, a black turtleneck and jeans.

What the hell.

You recognized this guy.

How could you have forgotten that trip to the gas station? Humiliating situations like that practically engraved themselves in your memory. Things that your brain would make sure to remind you of now and again as you tried to fall asleep at night. And this guy had been there to witness it all. You could only hope he didn’t remember.

God, you felt like you were going to throw up.

But hey, this wasn’t your fault, right? If you didn’t know any better, you would say the guy practically stuck his hand in the bin with the intent to grab yours. That’s what it had felt like anyways.

Despite this, the first thing to come out of your mouth was “Sorry.” As if you were to blame. Your brain’s hardwired response to always be polite taking over.

“Duh-don’t worry about it. It’s muh-my fault.” His faced stretched into a grin. Almost too wide in your opinion. There was a white bandage taped to the left side of his mouth that crinkled in protest.

His voice was raspy, like he hadn’t spoken in a while, before he attempted to clear his throat.

“I wasn’t puh-paying attention.” He looked at you expectantly. Eyes raking in your entire form to the point that you could almost feel it.

You didn’t like assuming a person was interested in you in that way… in fact your default was to assume you were just imagining things. The way you tended to carry yourself in public was carefully practiced to hopefully make yourself invisible. It wasn’t exactly a regular occurrence for you to be hit on. And if a stranger did try to flirt with you…. Well… your mind immediately went back to that notorious scene with the gas station cashier. Man, that had been fucking awful.

“No worries, I was just leaving anyways. Found what I was looking for…. And everything….” You trailed off, sticking your hand in the bin again to collect the DVD you had initially spotted. A collector’s edition of ‘The Evil Dead’. A fantastic find considering the rest of the trash in the pile.

“Oh! H-Hey! That’s a guh-good movie!” The man exclaimed. His voice’s sudden change in volume made you flinch a bit. It seemed like he was sort of clueless about how it came across, like he was desperately trying to find a way to keep you there. Unless that’s what he was doing? Again, you didn’t want to jump to conclusions.

Politeness once again taking over, you let a ghost of a smile grace your features. Nothing too major in case you ended up leading him on.

“Yeah, I love Sam Raimi films. He never shy’s away from using the most gruesome special effects. The guy has no fear of censorship.” At the topic of something you knew all about, you continued talking, finding yourself unable to stop your ramble. “You know he got in trouble for initially releasing it unrated? I think they eventually gave it an X rating and it’s still banned in some countries. Great movie if you like body horror.”

You wanted to smack yourself over the head. Why did you just encourage the weird guy to keep talking to you? Fuck. It’s been so long since you talked to someone about an interest of yours that you let yourself become too excited.

But the guy only stared at you, clearly fascinated. His body twitched every now and then. And he rolled his shoulder causing his joint to let out a loud crack in resistance. You couldn’t help but wonder if that hurt him.

Did he have Tourette’s? You’d heard of that before, and you did notice him stuttering earlier. At first you thought he might have just been nervous, but the way his eyes never seemed to leave yours made you think otherwise…

“Sss-so I take it you’re a big fan of scary shit, h-huh?” He mused. There was a weird tone in his voice you weren’t a fan of. “I’ve always liked a guh-good scare. Have any recommendations for me?”

It just occurred to you now how close he had gotten.

When did he invade your personal space? During your little rant? You need to pay more attention to your surroundings, you thought bitterly. Ironic considering the full-on paranoid episode you had been under these past few weeks.

You could practically feel his breath on you. “Sure… I could give you a few suggestions… What kind of horror do you typically like?” You took a couple steps back.

He lifted his hand, rubbing his chin, like it was something he really needed to put thought into. “I guess…” He glanced back down at you, his tone lowering slightly. “A-anything really gory and bloody. The muh-more brutal the better.” He licked his lips, eyes lidded as he gauged your reaction.

“O-oh… okay.” It was funny, normally you would be beaming if someone told you that. Excited at all the possibilities and movies you could share with them that you wouldn’t tell your other friends about. But this guy just gave off bad vibes. Like you wouldn’t be surprised if he watched snuff films or something. Hell, you wouldn’t be surprised if he MADE snuff films.

Again, you hoped you were just being overly cautious. Maybe he was just bad at flirting.

Painfully, woefully, bad at flirting.

“If you’re into body horror and special effects like that… you should take a look at ‘The Thing’, the John Carpenter 1982 version, or maybe ‘The Fly’? The one with Jeff Goldblum in it….” God, you hoped you could leave now. You gave him two good suggestions, surely that should satisfy him. Now you just wanted to get the fuck out of dodge.

“I’ve never been to this stuh-store before, could you shhh-show me where I can find those movies?”

Crap. Of course it couldn’t be that easy. He couldn’t have asked an employee, he had to ask you for some reason.

“Sure… follow me…” You must have looked so tense right now. “I come here a lot, so I pretty much know the place like the back of my hand.” You struggled to make light conversation as you led him a couple aisles over.

Shit, why did the store have to be so empty? It was just the two of you here. Not including the one employee all the way at the other side of the store, completely out of view.

“Sss-so why do you like body horror so much?” The guy asked nonchalantly, breaking the silence that had formed as you searched for the specific movies you promised to find.

Again, his body was dangerously close to yours, brushing against you every so often. You swore he even tried to smell you at one point.

You swallowed thickly. “Well, I guess it’s just cool to look at…” You were starting to sweat, fingers dancing over the titles of different movies, desperate to find what you were looking for quickly. “It’s kind of like, when does a person stop being a person?”

“I like that.” He interjected, a level of seriousness in his voice that didn’t match his earlier whimsical (if you could call it that) attitude.

You hesitantly turned to him, not quite understanding, “Like what?”

“The way you said thuh-that…” He furrowed his eyebrows, trying to find the right words. “The way you say things…” He seemed lost for a moment, eyes almost distant, before focusing on you again. “Buh-by the way… I didn’t catch your name?”

You blinked. It was difficult to figure out what this guy’s intentions were. The way he acted was all over the place.

“Well… that’s probably because I never gave it to you…” You chuckled. “My name’s (Y/N)… don’t uhhh… wear it out?”

Fuck that was bad. You should have just said your name like a normal human being instead of cracking some lame jokes. This always happened when you were uncomfortable. Which you were, immensely at the moment.

Still the guy practically beamed with delight watching you struggle through your response.

He reached out his hand. Did he want you to give him a handshake? How weirdly formal.

You hesitantly grabbed his hand to return the gesture.

He carefully wrapped his fingers around your smaller hand, reminding you how much bigger the man was in comparison. His grip was tight, like he didn’t want to let go, wanting to keep you forever trapped in a prison of socially awkward encounters.

“I’m Toby. It’s very nice to meet you (Y/N).” He practically purred out your name. If it was even possible for people to purr.

You shook his hand twice before attempting to release it. Toby slowly moved his hand from yours, but not before gliding a single finger across the palm of your hand, all while maintaining eye contact.

Your body involuntarily shivered. You prayed he didn’t notice and mistake it for meaning something else.

“Hey, I found the movie!” You exclaimed.

Relief washed over you like a tidal wave. It had caught your eye as soon as you looked away from Toby’s piercing stare.

You practically snapped him out of a trance. That seemed to happen if he looked at your face too long without either of you talking. Like he was hypnotized or something.

‘Hypnotized by your beauty perhaps?’ You joked to yourself. The guy was all sorts of strange, you doubt you’d ever be able to understand why he acted the way he did. Not that you wanted to.

You quickly handed off the movie to Toby, ‘The Thing’ was what you ended up finding. If he had wanted to watch the other movie you recommended, too bad. Next time he should ask a person who works there to show him.

You, however, were finally off the hook and could leave.

“Well, bye Toby, it was nice talking to you.” You lied.

About to turn around so you could pay for your things and go, a large hand quickly grabbed your shoulder.

You stopped.

He was gripping you too hard. It almost hurt.

What the fuck.

Probably noticing the way you started to shake, Toby loosened his hold.

“W-wait! Uh… I duh-don’t know how to…” You heard him curse under his breath. “Would it be possible for me to see you again?”

You looked over your shoulder, taken aback to see how his face watched you with a look of sheer anguish. Or was it hopelessness? You weren’t 100% certain. But he looked like a mess. Acting as if he just murdered a puppy.

And even though it went against your better judgement.

How your whole body screamed at you to backhand this man so hard his grandparents would feel it.

To run far away, maybe even change your name.

You found yourself saying, “Sure.”

[biscuitbakerbecca]

Jared Kleinman for the character asks :)

Favorite Thing About Them

Jared is so bad at communicating he reminds me a lot of myself. I have ODD so it’s a little different, but the man is an asshole in the best way possible. He is petty and gives off angry cat energy in both fandom aspects and canon. Also I appreciate that he never acted against Evan even when he had the opportunity and reason to do so, he threatened it but he kept his mouth shut. Real friend right there <3 (I could tell everyone everything! Okay great! You go ahead! Do that! Tell everyone how you helped write emails pretending to be a kid who killed himself! Fuck you Evan!)

Least Favorite Thing About Them

He doesn’t have enough screen time/show time. People mischaracterize him because his entire character is shoved into as little time as possible. I know I just said that I love how he’s an asshole but he’s more than an asshole. He’s so clearly lonely and more than just an angry kid. At least in the book they made him “hot” in the end but the show and movie pretty much get rid of him come act two

Favorite Line

Kinky!

Just kidding

Asshole!

Okay okay for real this time

Yeah I hate to tell you this Evan, but you may have already perjured yourself.

Isn’t that only when you’re under oath? Like in a courtroom?

Well weren’t you under oath? In a way?

No.

Or from the movie (since I view them as different canons)

Connor took a letter from me. It was an assignment for my therapist.

Ew.

(I’d offer a different line but Jared doesn’t have that many)

BROTP

Jared and Zoe friendship!!! They hate each other they’re best friends they get drunk and cry together!!

Another excerpt of my own writing that explains this. Again my writing quality has gone up since this but oh well:

Connor rolled his eyes, "I'm saying that Evan will always be there, okay? You are so fucking stubborn, and I'm trying to be nice and make you feel better, just say thank you like a decent human being."

"You just made me feel shitty."

Connor threw his hands up, "Fuck! You're impossible!"

Zoe's voice screeched from below, "FUCK OFF! HE IS MY BEST FRIEND!"

— I don’t know what I want, but I need you. Chapter 12

OTP

Either kleinsen or kleinphy. They both have potential. All my kleinsen fics are really fluffy (soulmates, hurt/comfort, etc) and my kleinphy fics are like…rough and angsty (teen parenthood, child abuse, etc) I like both equally, but what I want to read depends on the content I’m looking for as shown by my own writing style

NOTP

Nothing icky like the parents being involved obviously, otherwise Jared/Zoe fics just don’t feel right. Jared is gay. Like he has to be. The book tried telling me he liked boobs and I know Val Emmich lied. Evan was simping at the end for a reason. Jared doesn’t even have to like Evan the man is still gay. Best part of the movie but dear god at what cost? (I did like the movie I swear)

Random Headcannon

Jared has two moms, or his mother is bisexual. I tried writing him with straight parents and every single time it feels kind of wrong

Also he has a cat. Her name is Mayonnaise. Mayo for short.

Unpopular Opinion

Idk if this is unpopular or not but I’m glad they cut Goin’ Viral. It only pushes the he’s an asshole idea and even though I love the song it wouldn’t have helped his characterization. I would have liked for them to properly record the song when they released the deluxe album but apparently Disappear Pt. 2: the duet version was more important.

Also Jared Goldsmith was my favorite Jared actor other than Will Roland. Nothing can beat the Will Roland vibes

Book Jared shouldn’t have ditched his glasses and got buff, they made him too powerful. Evan couldn’t help but fall for him. Let him stay as he is don’t make him conventionally attractive!

Song I Associate With Them

Jared is such a complicated guy. His feelings are deep. He’s cringy but free. I haven’t thought about this in a while hang on…

I imagine that Jared is a pop girlie and this gives the desperate for attention vibes that I usually associate with him

And as for his inherently cringey vibes that I usually give him…

I’m not sorry

Favorite Picture Of Them

Again, we have options…

[molthethratrenerd]

my gender

This is gonna be a long rant abt my gender so you do have to read it. I just need to say it.

Ok so ive been question my gender/sexuality for like 3-4 years now and i this was kinda it

Oh i'm a bi girl -> im pan girl -> lesbian -> pan she/they still a girl but queerer

Then like i was more worried about trying to figure out my sexuality right cause like i wanted to be kissed before my 16th (that didn't happen) 

Then like maybe mid 2022 i started thinking about gender and i knew 2 trans people but i was kinda like no that can't be me flashforward to march 2023 i got in to will wood and i was like ‘no way i'm in anyway trans but if i could be him i would’ and i like said to myself that i just thought he was attractive?? Then the same thing happened with the character jesse st james from glee which was even weird because there was no way i would want to date him, so thats when she/they pronouns came in i put it in my bio. Then kids from my class found out and made fun of it so i changed em back to she/her. 

Then since like september last year it feels like minimum weekly i’d either not be able to stop thinking abt gender or take way too many ‘what's my gender quizzes’ 

And like i feel its alway been in the day of my head, but its becoming more prevalent since then ive been like could i be non binary, genderfluid pintrest boards. At the beginning of the year i cut my hair again, which felt so good,.

So now somedays im having thoughts like ‘oh my fucking god why cant i drink something and be a guy’ ‘please for fucks sake’ though im nor sure id like to be a man im not 100% sure im a girl (im moving further from that). But like if there was like a magical thing i could drink do idk that would turn every inch into like robert smith between 1983-2004 id do it so quickly omg. 

And like it kinda hurts that i'm not idk (and ive never felt this for any girl celebrities)

And i kinda think they are also there those thoughts but some days theyre less i thinks thats just cus im distracting myself though i dont know i could be fluid. 

But i dont want to be any guy like the men in my family most of them are big i cant think of a better word then buffheads more so my dad but i could just not want to be like them i dont have a good relationship 

I dont think i HATE being a girl- i don't love it i like some parts but i dont think its things exclusive to girls say cause gender norms n stuff. 

I dont know if i have dysphoria because that fluctuates but im vision impaired so if i dont try and look at my body i forget some of it exists i really dont like my boobs or how clothes sit on my body think i like okay with having a cups (that i could easly hide if i wanted to  i dont but that cause also be cause by the pain they cause me.

My waist i like but only because that's the part of my body thats skinnest like my body was less shapely but that skinny id be elated.

But especially o the days i think abt it more but also all the time i do wish for more masc features eg adams apple more angular face bigger hands etc etc.Voices of weird one because my voice is in mezzo soprano range my speaking voice however in chest voice is kinda low  but I was self-conscious about it growing up because it made me stand out in different even though really it wasn't I think I just thought people were staring at me for no reason.  I think I only like my voice when I'm singing when I'm acting because I can imagine myself playing characters who aren't me but idk but if it was lower like high baritone or tenor id be like so fucking happy.

And like i Kind of want to try dressing differently but I can't because a I don't want my family to know certain pieces of clothing would be mens Not that they have a problem with it I'm assuming they could though but they probably just want to talk about it and I would not but also like  I remember one time I was at the shop called Factorie  and I wanted to get the Black Parade t-shirt but it was a mens shirt  and my god the amount of anxiety I had and the amount of people that I felt were staring at me I almost had a panic attack. 

And like I feel like if I ever did do anything about gender irl  I'd run away from everyone I know and cut of connections again not because I feel like they'd be bad about it but just I've built this thing around myself so long and I don't think I could even my queer friends like i dont know  my parents I'd feel like I'd be letting them down, and like 

But also so much for my childhood makes sense

Like when I was about 8 I got eczema for the first time and my first thought was ‘oh im turning into a boy… shit what am I gonna tell my parents’  which I don't even know why my brain made that jump but i hated my boobs sometimes more then others Once they got past a certain size,  when I had a pixie cut and a couple people in the street would mistake me for a boy felt exposed ‘like shh don't tell’ 

But I was also such a girly todder/ child  from like ages four Tube8 I would pride myself on being the girlest girl never wearing pants  because I kind of think it was trying to win that competition but I don't know         

I don't think anybody read this whole thing but if you did help me out or don't I don't care but I just needed to vent this 

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