#*proceeds to jump into the void

[vi050iv]

It’s Swervin’ Time!! Swerve, the worst shot who serves the best shots <3

[marvelouslymarly]

Dating Bob includes (part 2/?)

[I'm not going into major detail about what happens in Thunderbolts* but as this is set after the film, proceed with caution from here on out! Hope you enjoy!]

CW: mentions of depression/the void; but mostly, it's just fluff!

[Author's note: some of these points/ideas turned out to be a little longer bc I'm really enjoying writing these! Maybe I'll turn some of them into more detailed one-shots/a series if you guys are interested?]

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One morning, you're dancing in the kitchen, music streaming into your ears from the headphones while you're making breakfast for Bob and yourself, the rest of the team out on a mission. Bob was still sound asleep when you snuck out of his bedroom, the sun slowly creeping through the opening in the drawn curtains and casting the room in a soft glow. You're humming along to the song, trying not to be too loud so as not to wake Bob, flipping the pancake in the pan and opening the envelope of kitchen roll keeping the stack of already made pancakes warm to put the next one on top in a second. Wearing headphones, you don't notice Bob walking up to you until he wraps his hands around your waist and places a kiss on your cheek, making you jump a little into his figure. You push one of the headphones off your ear and look over your shoulder, a smile on your lips. "I missed you when I woke up just now," Bob mumbles into your ear, his voice still laced with sleep as you turn off the music on your phone. "Wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed," you explain, motioning to the stack of pancakes by your side. After taking off your headphones completely and putting them aside, you turn around in his arms and smile at his tousled hair and the pillow creases left on his cheek. You run your fingers over them and stand up on your tiptoes to give him a peck on the lips.

Some days, especially when Bob is struggling with a depressive episode, he'd sit at the dinner table, lost in thought and a heavier air around him. His gaze glued to the food on the plate before him or slightly off to the side, he'd mumble to himself, barely loud enough to make out specific words. From time to time, his eyes would flash with a faint grey glow, and then he'd shut them, shaking his head to get rid of the thoughts. You'd try to get his attention by slowly and carefully running your foot up his shin so as not to scare or hurt him. When he opens his eyes again and looks at you, you send him a smile, asking if he's alright without having to use actual words. He'd sink lower in his chair but nod slowly, trying to play off the fear visible on his face. The same night, he falls asleep with his head on your chest, tears slowly running down his cheeks while you're running your fingers through his hair and telling him he'll be ok and that he isn't alone anymore.

With him still trying to figure out how to be the sentry while being in control of the void, he isn't put on active missions and the team decides that you'd switch who stays home with him regularly, at first. So, even before you started dating, you'd spend the days reading on the couch or playing video games together, Bob whopping your ass in Mario Kart and Super Smash Bros. But ever since the two of you got more serious, the playful bantering about whether or not he cheated would turn into more and more steamy make out session, the games quickly forgotten.

Your shared kisses would be sweet and soft at first. Just a few quick pecks as if testing the waters and then getting more and more heated. He'd pull you close, one of his hands on your waist, the other tangled in the hair at the back of your head, and deepen the kiss, his teeth carefully tugging at your bottom lip. When you let out a quiet moan in response, he slips in his tongue, moving it delicately with yours. There's no fear or awkwardness in the way he kisses you, and it never seizes to take your breath away.

Whenever Bob is with you, his awkwardness and distant nature disappear, leaving him feeling lighter! He feels safe with you by his side, which deepens the love he feels for you. It doesn't take long for the others to notice a change in his general behaviour as well, and they soon start to ask him about his change in mood. While Bucky and Ava seem genuinely delighted whenever Bob has a good day, Walker mocks him, some days more playfully than on others, trying to get any information on who's got Bob feeling this way. Yelena, having had seen you sneak out of Bob's room, usually just looks at you, trying to see your reaction to Walker behaving like a prepubescent teen.

[mallory524]

Hi! I have this idea of reader trying to get Bob to watch a horror movie and him being kind of hesitant because maybe he's scared or horror just isn't his thing idk. But eventually reader convinces him and it ends up being cute and funny.

movie night :)

bob x reader

summary- Bob doesn't really want to watch a scary movie, but he'll do anything if it means spending the evening with you

tags- thunderbolts* spoilers, sort of established relationship, holding hands, kiss, thunder/lightning, Void mention

word count- 1176

notes- yayyy i love getting requests, plz keep sending them in you guys

Bob feels sort of silly about how much this movie is getting to him. It's not really the kind of thing he usually watches, but of course he'd watch anything that you want to watch. Yeah, he almost didn't, but he eventually agreed to this. He will take any and every opportunity to spend some time with you.

The two of you have gone out a bunch of times... or at least, Bob is pretty sure that's what happened. It's not always clear what really counts as "going out", but you've gotten plenty of meals together, seen a few different movies and plays, and Bob almost always tags along when you go to the grocery store. He loves hanging out with you, no matter what you're doing. You have a really comforting presence to him.

This afternoon in particular, it's pouring rain, and it has been all day. The tower isn't filled with that same lovely natural lighting it usually is, but it's still beautiful in a way. You lit a few candles to add to the very important vibe. Bucky is convinced you're going to forget to blow them out and burn the place down.

The group is just taking a lazy day, and everyone's hanging out in their own rooms, except for you and Bob in the living room. You were doing a jigsaw puzzle to pass the time when you suggested watching a scary movie.

Bob was sort of hesitant at first and you practically had to beg him. "Oh come on, please," you had said, trying to pout to look extra sad, but you couldn't stop giggling at how ridiculous you knew you looked in that moment.

Bob kept shaking his head and softly laughing, too. "Nuh uh. I really don't do scary movies". He was trying to make it sound less cowardly than it was, but he was definitely worried that the movie would be too much for him.

"Come on, Bob," you said in almost a singsong kind of way, "It's dark and scary and stormy out... It's the perfect time for this kind of thing."

The idea of curling up under a big blanket with you in the dark was definitely enticing, but he still wasn't sure.

"Hey, hey. I'm just messing around," you tell him, smiling and gesturing at the puzzle, "I really don't mind if this isn't your thing. We can keep doing this." You were always so nice to him. You got him to do things that were out of his comfort zone, but you never forced him to do anything if he really didn't want to. You'd always just tell him it was fine with that warm, comforting smile. You could probably convince him to do anything when you looked at him like that, even if you weren't trying to...

"You know what? Sure."

"Yay!!"

Now you're sitting on the couch together and watching some obscure horror movie he'd never ever heard of. You told him it wasn't that scary, and now Bob's wondering what you do consider scary because goodness-

Bob is so on edge, and the conditions outside aren't helping. Since you originally sat down to watch the movie, day has turned into night, and so the only light in the room is coming from the tv screen and the candles. The weather is somehow getting even worse, with huge cracks of lightning lighting up the dark sky every minute or so, and then you both jump at the ensuing thunder every. single. time.

You subtly glance over at Bob. He really is such a sweetheart. The man is bulletproof. You watched him tear Bucky's vibranium arm off and then proceed to turn into a vicious physical manifestation of darkness that engulfed New York City. Now, he's wrapped up in a blanket, grimacing at all the cheesy fake blood and gore on screen. Occasionally, he jumps and sends his popcorn flying up just a little, almost comically.

He's a cool guy and he wasn't kidding: these kinds of movies are really not his thing.

He catches you looking at him, and he turns hesitantly to meet your gaze. "What is it?"

"Nothing, it's just... I... hope you've had as good a day today as I have, hanging out with you."

Bob practically glows when he hears you say that, but he wants to play it cool. He tries to look back and forth between you and the movie, trying to show you that he cares about this thing you care about.

"Thanks. I really did have a good day. To be honest, I like ... I like doing stuff with you," he says with a shy smile.

Before you can say anything in response to his sweet words, there's another loud sound from the movie, and Bob instinctively reaches for your hand. Neither of you make any move to pull away from the small embrace.

"Hey Bob," you say, playfully smirking at him, "Are you scared?"

It's barely even a question. Of course he is.

"Well I guess it is a little much, I mean I uh- I like the story I guess, and I know it's all fake but it is freaking me out a little..." he starts to ramble, but you gently squeeze his hand and that's enough to pull him back into the moment. He trails off and you lean a little closer.

Looking right into his eyes, you quietly suggest, "Well maybe don't look at the movie anymore."

Bob notices your eyes fall down to his lips, and he knows what you're thinking. He leans just a tiny bit closer and stops so that, if he had somehow misread this, you'd have the opportunity to cut him off right then and there. Of course, he didn't and you don't.

Right as your lips are about to touch, the loud thunder startles you both and you stop short. He expects you to pull away and move on, like how the characters always seem to do in every cliche movie he's ever seen, (not unlike the one you're watching now), but of course that's silly. You just laugh quietly and lean back in to give him a proper kiss.

After that, you lean on Bob's shoulder and, in spite of the awful loud screaming and tense music blaring from the tv, you both fall asleep. You may have missed the last 20 minutes of the movie, but you got what you wanted tonight. You got to play into the fun, creepy vibe of the evening, you got Bob to spend an hour and a half with you, and you got a kiss. Bob's happy, too, because it is now abundantly clear what the nature of your relationship is.

Bucky was right; you absolutely did forget about all those candles you lit. He ends up walking around the tower and blowing them out himself. When he finds you and Bob on the couch, fast asleep in each other's arms, he just smiles to himself, turns the tv off, and goes right to bed.

[joyswonderland1108]

The Coping Mechanisms in This Fandom Deserve an Oscar, Actually.

So i just witnessed another post bashing Jimin solos (because that's the trending sport of the week apparently), and well.. funny thing is, the entire post aged like milk under 24 hours because plot twist: Jimin is receiving death threats right now. But nah, let's not talk about that. Let's circle back to the real crime: Jimin solos existing.

And you know what truly sent me? Some random reply under a quote repost screaming "Why are you defending Jimin solos?! JK won't fuck Jimin!!!"

... I'm sorry, what? What kind of Cirque du Soleil mental gymnastics did you perform to jump from "Jimin solos are annoying" to "JK won't be raw-dogging Jimin"? The person who quote reposted didn't even defend Jimin solos, bestie, calm down. But your brain really said: Jimin solos annoying => Someone says "Hmm you're not talking about the ACTUAL issue and this is only attracting antis to your page => OH NO, PAY GORN, SAY GEX INCOMING.

I mean the sheer velocity with which some of y'all spin into delusion is impressive. Like, Olympic level delusion.

But let's talk about this weird phenomenon where solos act like they own the member they solo stan. Like "I'm a JK solo, therefore i will bite, scratch, claw and bark at any living being he's close to." Y'all do realize the members have known each other for over a decade, right? They've lived together, cried together, succeeded together, and you think your Twitter fingers have more insight into their relationships than they do? Girl be serious.

You don't like OT7? Fine, go ahead, live your half-baked solo stan life. But the very LEAST you could do is not spew venom at the people your fave literally loves and trusts. You calling Jimin or Tae or JK names like "pigmin" or "nosekook" or "baldhyung" (yep, we've seen all of these) doesn't change the fact that they're close. That's not how friendship, or reality, works.

And the whole enlistment arc? Comedy gold.

When those people speculated about Tae and JK enlisting together, Tae solos and JK solos teamed up like it was "Infinity War: Solo Stan Edition". Fangs out, rabies foaming, barking like chihuahuas on Red Bull. All because someone said "Wouldn't it be cute if they enlisted together?"

They didn't. And yet.. the barking continued. The war raged on.

THEN Jimin and JK enlist together and suddenly the internet flips. JK solos immediately scream "GROOMING! MANIPULATION! JIMIN WHY!!"

But hold on, plot twist again, it comes out that JK initiated the buddy system. Now Jimin solos flip and go "Why can't he leave Jimin alone?!"

And Tae solos, bless their chaotic little hearts, still manage to insert themselves into the narrative like, "Good! Leave Tae out of this!!" and proceed to call both Jimin and JK names.

You're not even in this war! Why are you fighting?! This is not your anime arc! Pack it up.

The best part? After all that foaming at the mouth, keyboard smashing, and projecting, the boys are just.. happy. Thriving. Living their best lives. Unbothered. Meanwhile you're still in your solo stan echo chamber, clutching your fantasy life it pays rent.

Hate to break it to you, but you don't get to dictate who these men love, trust, spend time with, or go to the military with. You're not their CEO, psychic, or parent. You are a pixel in the void. No matter how many hasthags you spam or how many edits you make cutting a member out of the group photos, the reality is: you're just an incel with a K-pop obsession.

And the final gag? You say you love your fave so much, but can't even respect the people they love. What does that say about you?

I'll tell you what it says: You don't actually respect your fave. You just use them as an avatar for your own unresolved emotional damage and weird little power trip.

Anyway, save up your money for the BTS tour. For clarity.

[thefearfulheart]

I offer another clownbo au to the clownbo people again

God Evbo keeps restarting the timeline because something ends up happening to Void that ends up with him dying each time and it breaks Evbo every time it happens.

So he thinks that if he can restart the timeline again that he’ll be able to fix it, that he can stop it before it happens so he does it and he’s back at square one as a noob but with the power of a god at his fingertips and he races back to the top and his first meeting with Void. Relief washes over him as he sees him and he ends up hugging a confused Void who has no idea what’s going but assumes that Evbo is just happy that he didn’t die in general.

Everything goes as it did in the original timeline and it’s great! Evbo even ends up solving things way quicker and getting it all done so much faster than beforehand! The only thing that really threw him off is when during when they went through the hidden level again that when he met the Parkour Villain it ended up with the guy looking at him for an uncomfortable amount of time before actually getting out of his prison and just saying:

“So we meet again.”

Which confuses Evbo and he doesn’t even notice that Seawatt ends up swiping his diamond boots again while he doesn’t notice and giving them to the Villain.

But he ignores it and goes to find him again and defeat the villain.

And he wins.

Then everything is good and great for awhile…Void is alive and breathing and smiling and-

And then he dies.

So evbo tries again.

Because he failed Void, so he needs to try again for him.

So he starts again and climbs his way to the top to see Void again and then continues on towards to meeting the Villain but this time no words are exchanged.

Everything proceeds as normal until the final parkour race between them…and the course has changed.

But Evbo pushes it back and defeats the Villain again.

And everything is good again.

But Void dies and he restarts the timeline to save him.

And again and again. A rinse and repeat cycle that always end with Void dying and begins with Evbo restarting as the villain, perhaps tiredly, stays silent the entire time as it goes through with the only variations being changes to the end parkour course.

It’s a maddening cycle and Evbo feels his sanity slipping bit by bit.

Maybe in the 50th loop or so the villain finally snaps and grabs Evbo by the shoulders with such a rage that it surprises the god.

“Is this some divine punishment of yours that you crafted for me?” The villain would say as his fingers dig into the other’s skin. “To know that I will never win against you…that no matter how hard I try to defeat you that it is just a laughable joke in the end!”

“W-what?” Evbo is just…surprised even though it makes a lot more sense on why the villain changed over time or that the course he beats him in changes. “N-no! How?-“

“How many times have I seen your face? How many times have I died by your hands…”

And the villain just throws him onto the ground with barely hidden anger as Evbo scrambles to…apologies? He doesn’t know.

He didn’t know that someone else…he didn’t know. He doesn’t know what to say.

So he just restarts the timeline and runs away from it as guilt crawls its way to his heart.

But he doesn’t stop it. He’s already gone to far and it’s fine…it’s just a fluke right?

It can’t happen again.

But the next time the villain sees him and, the minute he gets down from his prison, he jumps on top of him and goes to punch him before Evbo restarts the timeline with the realisation that no…it wasn’t a fluke. That it definitely did happen and it now makes everything so much more worse.

It makes him want to vomit.

[phantomcomet]

Read a fic where Anakin and Obi-Wan find out there's rpf of them being made during the war. Jumping from that idea- Anakin misses his master during a long seige on the outer rim. He ends up becoming obssessed with the stories people write about him and Obi-Wan falling in love and running away together. They make his heart ache with want but they fill a void left by distance and duty. The only issue is these people do not always get their characterization right and it becomes this huge pet peeve- so Anakin starts writing down his own fantasties and sharing them.

Another proflic writer keeps criticizing his characrerization of himself (himself! He knows himself, damn it. And he knows what the Jedi order thinks of him. He's 100% correct and not biased at all!) They keep getting into arguments online, defending their own characterization and story lines. They eventually take it out of the comments and call outs to argue via dms, neither of them willing to waver.

Eventually they start roleplaying as Skywalker and Kenobi together, writing scenes that seem to be deadly accurate. Anakin realizes that this is the closet thing to reality he's ever going to get and gets super invested in this chatlog. He's so normal about it.

Anyway Obi-Wan has been writing these long ass romance novels about himself and his padawan as a coping mechanism for the war and to vent the love he's not supposed to feel. He can't exactly talk to his fellow Jedi and he definitely can't tell Anakin. This is between him and his several thousand readers. And that one asshole who keeps bashing the Jedi and can't write Anakin worth a damn. Even if he eventually grows fond of their bickering and they are a good rp partner, when they're not being an obnixous brat. And damn if they're mot enthusiastic about writing sex scenes together.

This devolves into them full on sexting and both getting off to the idea of them together. It's all very convoluted and not werid at all.

I like the idea of them growing close enough to confide in each other that they're both Jedi and then them both going, "who the fuck do I know that would write porn about me?"

Anakin is deeply worried it's gonna turn out to be Yoda. He has been sexting Yoda all his dirtiest fantasies. Yoda has described him getting pounded in vivid detail for the whole internet to see.

Obi-Wan meanwhile is having a melt down because he's been roleplaying as himself and another Jedi has been rping as his padawan. Obi-Wan is going to Force Hell. The Force is going to make a hell specifically for him because of the filthy things he wants to do to Anakin.

They eventually find out it's each other- probably because one of them describes something a little Too well- and they proceed to bone their way across the temple. They also end up writing a very explict fic about this whole experience.

[sweetpumpkinpieinwithcoffee]

A Void of His Own

Summary: Bucky had a great past, a great childhood, really. It could have been so much worse. Or so he liked to told himself.

Until he had to face it in his own Void.

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: This isn't fluff, this is trauma, trauma shared, depiction of death, violence, rape and torture. Proceed with caution.

Yes, apparently I do like torturing Bucky Barnes for whatever reasons.

Comments are open to give me your feedbacks ☺️

Truth is, Bucky had a great childhood. Not the greatest of them, not the easiest of them, but a good one. He was orphaned. Ok, yeah, this isn’t a great start BUT he was one of the lucky ones. Instead of living in shitty orphanages or being separated from his sister he had the chance to grow up with Steve. Steve and his sweet mother Sarah. Sarah with her sweet smiles, her passion for drawing and sweet pancakes. Sarah, who made it perfectly clear that Bucky was as much her son as Steve was. 

Bucky had a great childhood. 

He remembered laughter, drawings and running across a street. He could still smell the tea his sister would make every time he was sick and that would make him instantly better. Still remember the softness of Steve before the serum. How they were already joined at the hips. Could still remember their games, their love for cinema and their excitement for the future. 

Then there was the war. 

That was less funny and he was still blurry about this part of his life. He remembered his pride of putting on his uniform for the first time. Remembered the pride in Sarah’s gaze that first time he came home. How frightened she was too. How she asked if he really wanted to join the army. Yes, he did. He remembered how all the ladies had piled up after he put some muscle on. Remembered his pride of taking Kitty to the fair and showing how they could have a future. And maybe he wasn’t so proud of knowing now he had never meant to keep this promise to her. 

He remembered leaving Steve. 

Remembered leaving his sister. Not knowing she would die a year later of influenza just like Sarah had. 

He remembered missing her funeral. 

He hadn’t meant to. He was on the front. Never got the letter informing him of her passing. He was already between Nazis’hands at the time. Already being tested by HYDRA. He never found out until seventy years later. When no one could point to his sister’s grave. Steve had to call some people to find it. It was a small little thing, almost disappearing under dead leaves and moss. The writing cracked. No one had paid any attention to it during Steve and his missing periods. He couldn’t forgive that to himself. The first time he saw the grave he cried so much Natasha had to hold him. Steve, only frozen by his distress, Sam, at loss for words. 

He couldn’t really place when the Winter Soldier’s years of his life began. Maybe right after he fell from that train? When he realized Steve wouldn’t catch him. Maybe the moment his arm was removed and the metal one was placed. Maybe it was the first time they shocked his brain with electricity. 

Bucky could still feel the current going through him, the electrical movement freezing the blood in his vein, his teeths chattering, his eyes hurting him so much he thought they would jump out of their sockets. He could still remember the smell of his own flesh rotting under the burn of the intervention. Still feel the rope keeping him tied down to his bed. Sometimes, when the attack was too violent he could also remember the taste of his own vomit after a particularly hard scrapping of his mind. 

That wasn’t the bad part though. 

 Truth is, he could also remember the ice gripping him. He could still remember the feeling of going to sleep because of the cold. The liquid in his vein turning him off just for the criogenizacion. And even then he wasn’t completely asleep, only out. The darkness coming for him. Sending him in every place he had been for a mission. Making him remember every asset he had killed. Showing him their last expression before his bullet hit them. It haunted him, while the darkness was here there was no escaping. 

And then there was light. 

Only to be pushed down to another mission. Another person to kill. Another life to end. Another picture to add to his museum of memorabilia. The cycle never ending. At some point, even alive he wasn’t conscious. 

The days passed and he was either in the ice or killing. Decades went on with him having no conscience of it. The assets were all the same. Just one little case to tick. 

Sometimes the mission evolved, asking more torture from him. Once he just had to assault a target. Another one, he had to turn someone's life upside down. Making himself into something he wasn’t, taking everything from them. Their friends, their coworkers, their family, their loved ones, their dignity. Making them do things they would have never thought about. Making them beg to end it. He was very efficient. 

And then, the Red Room program was turned down. Russia didn’t need their Winter Soldier anymore. But Bucky was still here. Still knowing too much or nothing at all, they never really understood what kind of monster he had evolved into, how his mind was still working. They gifted him to an oligarch in need of some distraction. They taught him his secret password and they broke him to his needs. Making him do anything he wanted. 

Bucky tried to not go over those years. Tried to not envision what was still in the somber corners of his mind.  The late Winter Soldier was always trying to push down those memories, to shove them deep within him, try to remember that this man hadn’t taken every tenderness out of him. That he was still able to feel normally, to crave some intimacy that wasn’t tied to punishment and binding. 

In all those years, he remembered Natasha. Too young to be treated that badly. Too young to be enrolled. Too young for the torture she went through. Remembered how, the young woman she had been, had shown him kindness. Him, the Winter Soldier. The Ghost Story she had been told about. How they broke her again and again through a program which should never have existed. He remembered their first kiss. The risk of it all. How it had brought him back to consciousness, how all their moments had been stolen. The hiding, the secrecy of their attraction. How they made him beat her for disobedience. How they made him shoot her for being messy on a mission. And they hadn’t found out about them. 

Yet. 

It was worse than torture seeing her being pushed to the operation room again. Worse than torture to hear her screams, because of course they let her suffer and never put her to sleep. Shocking her every time she loses consciousness to bring her back. To let her feel the pain of the scalpel ruining her body. They kept him there to watch. To listen. To memorize her pale, drenched, barely breathing. Barely alive. To watch her being thrown like dead meat to those male students craving any part of a woman. Making him watch. 

It was her turn then. 

He thought he had it better. Beaten he was, starved too. But he was used to it. Degraded too. She had to watch. Sometimes forced to by machine keeping her awake while they were using his body. His mind was only focusing on her. On how he had wished he could have shielded her from this. He watched her screaming, begging for him to be released. Watch her trying to make any kind of bargain for his life. Watch her being denied everything. He might have lost any sense of his body but his heart… his heart. Treatrous heart still beating for her. Still breathing for her. Until he was shoved back under the ice. Until they scrapped his mind clean. 

He remembered the bullet through her. The first one in the snow. She had changed. She was trying to do good. To rinse some of the blood she had on her hands. He showed no mercy for the Avengers she was. Shot her a second time in Boston.

Steve. 

Steve was his slap back to consciousness. He had started fighting when Steve reminded him of Sarah. Had reminded him of their childhood. Of their shared past. Of the future they had envisioned for each other. But it was too late. Far too late to reach it. He could chose to save him but he couldn’t save himself. 

So he did the only thing he could think about: he ran away. Leaving those few things he knew behind him. Hid in Romania for so long he lost track of time again. Ignored Steve reaching for him. Made a shitty life trying to scrap anything from his memory. Tried to make them make some sense. Instead he was just responsible for the imprisonment of so many good people. The death of many others. He had to go back to the ice. Before they found finally something to make him a better man. 

“You are a good man.” She had told him once. “Not really, no. But only you understand that.” He had answered. 

She was on his side. She wasn’t. She helped. She was punished for it. She disappeared from Earth. She came back. She fight. She died. He mourned. 

He had to shake the memory out of him seeing Yelena and Bob in the distance. 

“Are you alright?” 

“Yeah. I have a great past.” He said about his own void. 

[shini--chan]

How would yandere Austria react to their spouse divorcing them?

Yandere Austria - Cleave a Joinery

Roderich would have worked hard to get into a relationship with him, to shield you and keep you and bind you to him. He wouldn't appreciate you trampling all over the fruits of his labour. Though, he would try to be understanding at first, to be empathetic and work through the problems you'd have with him. It wouldn't be easy for him, with how annoyed and arrogant he'd be about the whole affair. Usually he would be skilled enough to hide his negative emotions, yet you'd know too well and for too long to be tricked. Not to mention that he would find it difficult to take this seriously to begin with, since he would find your attempts of separation to be childish. 

Should it actually proceed to bureaucratic measures, then he would let documents disappear. Officials would be paid to throw away filled forms and ignore payments and meetings. Bit difficult to get divorced if nobody is willing to execute it, eh? He would gaslight you into believing that you never initiated a divorce and that it had all been in your head. If he can persuade you to drop the issue in that manner, then he'll jump at the chance, damn the cruelty of his actions. 

At some point he would try to drown his sorrow and anger in alcohol and then matters would get nasty. Sober, Roderich would carry himself with pride and resolution. He would strive to come over as the pinnacle of culturedness and elegance, and hide his more coarser sides. Being drunk would bring those coarser sides out, and he would remind you that he isn't really some high-struck city-slicker that has spent his life swamped in luxury and idleness. It could just be a fight where he'd unleash such insults and swears that you'd lock yourself in a closet to cry. It could be him chasing you through the house with a whip or a sharp sword. 

Or, you could try to initiate a divorce only to discover that the marriage contract doesn’t even allow you to be separated from him. Planning ahead for such a possibility, Roderich might write additional clauses in the marriage contract that would forbid you from divorcing him and remarrying; even death wouldn’t be able to break the union. If anything, you would discover that you owe him a lot for all the missteps that you’ve taken over the years. From you, he would then demand a pound of flesh and now that all the smoke and mirrors would have been cast aside, he wouldn’t have to put on masks in front of you.

If you should successfully manage to divorce him, then there would be hell to pay. Of course he would prefer to be married officially to you, alone for all the pomp and ceremony and symbols, but he would also settle for a void marriage if only for the drama and adventure that it would evoke. Whether you like it or not, you would spend the rest of your life tied to him. You could either go along with the flow, or have him chain you to him forcibly

[cattimeswithjellie]

An Excerpt from Tango's 6/10 Livestream Recap

In case anyone is wondering why I think it's a good idea to recap livestreams, the following excerpt from the one I'm doing right now should explain it. This needs to be preserved for posterity.

2:15:10 Tango asks if Scar wants to do something dangerous. Scar immediately says yes. “Like really dangerous?” Tango presses. Scar nods. Tango tells Scar to follow him. He leads Scar over to the hole. Scar asks if this is where Decked Out 3 is. Tango confirms it totally is Decked Out 3. Scar looks down the hole and asks where it goes. Tango encourages him to drop down and Scar does, using his elytra for a soft fall down the two-wide hole. Tango follows, expecting Scar to have fallen into the void, but find him two blocks away in a two-deep hole in the bedrock. Tango tells him he missed. Scar gets himself out of the hole and immediately falls into another one. He climbs out, says “Jeez, there’s holes everywhere!” and instantly falls into the void hole. Tango cackles madly.

2:16:10 Tango freecams into the void and finds Scar rocketing around under the bedrock, calling for him and looking for the hole. Tango encourages him to “follow the sheep!” Scar makes several passes by the hole before managing to find it and shoot through it. Tango cheers and pops back into his body just in time for Scar to die of experiencing kinetic energy. Tango tries to figure out where Scar’s bits went. He uses freecam to search up to farm level, where he finds Skizzleman wandering around the edge of the hole. Chat informs him that Skizz (who is also streaming) has collected Scar’s things.

2:18:20 Tango flies up the shaft and finds some of Scar’s things at the top of the hole. He also finds Scar, who bounds over yelling “THIS IS A HELL-HOLE MURDER CHAMBER!” Tango compliments Scar on doing a great job getting out of the void. Apparently falling into the void resurrected all sorts of traumatic Season 8 memories of being thrown down the Boatem Hole. Skizz is nowhere to be seen at this point. Scar asks where the rest of his stuff is. Tango says he doesn’t know, but that he suspects there is someone else around here. Scar threatens to shove an askalottle in their face. He jumps back down to the hole and asks if he flew all the way up here, even as Skizz makes an appearance. He is wearing Scar’s hat and giggling.

2:19:10 Scar greets Skizz as “Skizzie-lizzie!” then asked Tango if he really flew all the way up that hole. Skizz thanks Scar, telling him that he has been streaming for seven seconds and he already has what might be the best blooper reel moment ever. He explains that he was sneaking up on Tango and happened to turn around just in time to see Scar for a tenth of a second before he exploded. Skizz returns Scar’s things to him, telling him that he made himself into a chest to collect Scar’s stuff for him. Scar, who is digging in his ender chest, suddenly realizes that he has found “The Flatulenster” who was making the fart noise earlier. Tango laughs. Scar confronts Skizz, who tells Scar to put his ender chest back on the ground and open it, then look for the “thank you” he owes Skizz. Tango points out that Skizz was not online when the fart occurred.

2:20:30 Scar thanks Skizz for saving his things and apologizes for fart-accusing him. Skizz doesn’t even know what Scar is talking about. Scar proceeds to tell Skizz the tragic tale of his visit to Tango where he just wanted to compliment some asskalottles and was accused of a fart he did not commit. Skizz commiserates, saying that the same thing happened the last time he streamed with Tango, and that he suspects it is Tango’s fault and/or imagination. Tango insists that his chat heard the fart too. ((The fart noise is audible on VOD review.)) Scar says they need Mrs. T to confirm that Tango is a fart-denyer.

2:21:50 Skizz is still wondering why Scar exploded. Tango explains it’s because he jumped down the hole. Scar leads Skizz over to the hole and encourages him to jump down, saying it’s fun. He tells Skizz that it is cool, and the reason that he died was because he came up too fast and had an accident. Skizz leans over the edge for a better look and Scar, in the least surprising act of Betrayal-By-Scar since The Lion King, kicks him down the hole. Skizz yells and begins attempting to rocket out of the hole with limited success. Scar insists he needs to go _down_ the hole, it’s super fun! Skizz manages to escape the hole and says no, because he doesn’t want to die. Tango and Scar assure him he won’t die (if he’s competent, Tango adds parenthetically.)

2:22:40 Resigned, Skizz asks if there’s a side he needs to jump down, then flings himself into the hole. He does a perfect full-send fall, right into the void, and falls out of the world. Tango shrieks in horrified delight. Scar calls down the hole that he feels bad now. In chat, False says “oof.” Tango demands to know why Skizz didn’t deploy his wings. “He would never have survived Boatem,” Scar observes dolefully.

[tassodelmiele]

Tickles

And here we are again with NSFW, a Ghost x Reader a little...wet.

There's a little bit of pissing content. Not that much, but please, read just if you don't find it repulsive.

I can't say much more, I should be listening the terrible lesson I've paid for, since Italy wants professors to be burned out from burocracy, and also wants all of our goddamn money.

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Legs are trembling like pudding thrown too early out of the fridge; hip is burning like a char muffin.

You're a rotten dessert, too baked to think straight, too melted to stand on your own.

And in the hell of a disaster that mission is, you're finding yourself being held in two reliable hands as if you're a melted ice cube supposed to be spooned.

And he's doing it without complaining.

You hiss a painful whimper under the touch of his digits on the bandage, brand new and already blood-soaked. Your hands run instinctively on his wrists, but he's stone-still in his duty to support your weight.

<Lemme do it. Just hold onto me, 'K?>

You come back clinging on his gear, grasping fingers around it while his touch lowers to your belt.

Ghost's voice hit you like a burning knife under skin, tattooing your awareness of the current condition:

<No need to worry, gorgeous. There's nothing wrong>

No. No, there isn't, you know it's just a normal, physiologic need.

But maybe feel the urge to pee in the middle of a goddamn nowhere, while hiding from who knows what kinda enemy, and with your hip torn by a flying bullet…maybe, maybe, it's not the best way to spend time.

Particularly if you can't stand by yourself.

Ghost holds your untied trousers with both hands, murmuring: «'M gonna get rid of this», waiting for your nodding forehead to brush onto his gear and give him permission.

Is a little bit of a jump in the void as cold air hits your tights slowly being undressed to the knees. He makes all the right moves to not let you without a grip.

<'S bleeding?>

You shake your head, murmuring a: <No>, referred to the goddamn wound.

<Good. Ready to crouch?>

Your nod it's the signal to proceed, and he follows your body through the movement till you two end up squatting on the ground, you with yellow panties exposed and the overflowing bladder, him with masked eyes wandering on the ceiling.

You try your best to move the panites away just how much it's required not to wet them; then, you're kinda ready.

It's not working, though. And you realize it with an embarrassed clenched of your teeth on the inner cheeks, and a nervous breath that causes the Lt's reaction.

<Problems?>

You chew a flustered: <I can't>

He frowns.

<Whaddya mean?>

<Is too…full>

You know how much of a pain in the arse you're being, and you're expecting at least to be left in that dark hole, crouched on the ground, and be considered a lost cause.

That until his gloved digits slide down just a little from your hips, giving you shivers on your naked tights' skin.

<'Ve heard tickle comes in handy> is the rough, muffled explanation.

You can sense gooseflesh growing where he touches.

Ghost's fingers trace your body lightly, trembling a little while trying to be as soft as possible, to not make you lose balance. Your hands are gripped so tight around his gear, but he's a wall in front of you, holding you still with one hand and painting your edges with the other.

He makes a sudden move, sliding between your buttcheeks.

You whimper: instantly, uselessly choking breath on his chest; and a tiny, little drop starts to flow down there, dripping from your throbbing cunt.

You're not quite sure it's pee, though.

<'S working?>

You don't know how to answer.

And his fingers come back, raising on the little of your spine left uncovered.

<You're trembling>

You're knotted, clinging onto him, grasping on his gear while something drips between your opened tights, and it's clearly not easy for your brain to focus on something which is not his presence on your skin.

Ghost curls up on you a little more, placing his bended leg between yours, trying to sustain your weight as much as possible. His free hand is pressed on your back, pulling you on his chest.

<Relax>

His open palm cups your butt, squeezing it softly.

<Let it out>

Two fingers start a slow run, up and down between your bottom, sliding on the sweating cold skin, passing on sensitive spots with nonchalance, getting slower as they lower, rising up again, then exploring a little more, deep down.

Till he touches your lips, down there: just a brush, a slight sensation of his gloves.

Your guts make a flip; your bladder lets out a little more, and you're pretty sure your panties are not lowered enough down your tights to be saved.

<Good girl>

His voice is a rough caress in your ears, filling up your dizzy mind.

Ghost wide palm gives you a nice couple pats on your butt, suggesting kindly: <Keep on, darlin'>

One last soft spank is enough to stimulate your belly, making it squeeze how it is needed to let a stream of pee come out.

You whine, hide in his gear, so red in the face that your cheeks are burning.

He brushes a low: <Good…> in your ears, holding your burning body, be careful on not touching the hip wound.

<'S everything out?>

You're about to nod in affirmation, to let go of the uncomfortable position, get dressed and pretend nothing happened. Is not just 'cause your knees start to hurt, your hip burns and you're panting as if you were running a goddamn marathon.

It's the arousal growing in your lungs, infesting your lower body and causing your belly to indulge Ghost's hold and firmly collide onto him.

It's the whiny breath you can't control anymore.

It's him, giggling in front of your flustered state, and just letting his hands make its way through all the road between your buttcheeks to the edge of your cunt, wetting his gloves in your stinky juices.

You arch your back, ignoring the pain.

<Lemme check, mh?>

He drowns his digits in you little by little, moving them inside nicely, pressing onto your sticky walls to reach as deeper as he can.

Your bladder throb under his pushes, making you gag a cry.

<Hold on, gorgeous>

He thrusts a little more, in and out, just to find the right place where to press his fingers and massage you inside.

Your cunt starts to tighten.

He murmurs: «'S ok babe, suck 'em up», so amused by the sudden reaction of a little stream of leftover golden drops dripping down. He moves again, searching for the little button inside, pressing and pushing on your walls till he feels you tremble against him. 

Then he pushes again, drawing little circles inside your sticky cunt.

<Everything out babe, know you can do it>

You whine, throbbing and jerking in his arms, but he's not letting you go. He stirs juices inside you, massaging deep, letting your pleasure grow and overflow on his gloves. You feel your bladder tremble, and it suddenly, totally empty in his hand.

He gets out all of a sudden, tearing his fingers away from your tight cunt. You throb, sobbing a moan in his gear, feeling your grip loosening under the unsatisfied pleasure growing under your belly.

Ghost's wet hand reaches your face, holding your cheeks to lift your sight to him.

<Thank your bloody wound, darlin', or I would have already thrown you on the goddamn floor to fill you whole> 

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[ebitenpura]

Quietus

Takes place in Chapter 9 of KOTET.

Warnings: Implied violence, implied violence against children, minor miscommunication (skip second memory)

It begins with a whisper.

Sleep, Valkorion’s voice echoes in her mind, as firm and gentle as a parent tucking their young into bed. Her eyes flutter shut not of their own will, heavy like lead. The last thing she hears is Theron and Lana shouting her name before darkness overtakes her and her body slumps weightlessly over the cold armrests of the Eternal Throne.

She awakens in a desolate land. Devoid of warmth, grey ash scattering about her feet, the stars whirl ceaselessly overhead, turning in an infinite wheel of lights that streak against the blackboard of the night sky. The wind howls. Yutorin shivers, and rubs her goosebumping forearms, only to stop and turn unfamiliar gnarled palms over. Thick and pale, crusted over with age… these are not her hands. She feels the power running through their veins and snaps her fingers. A tiny spark of purple electricity jumps between her digits– his digits. She takes one unbalanced step forward; she is too tall, her steps uneven. Her too-large hands trace the ruin of her face, and she lifts wizened, yellowed eyes lined by crows feet skyward.

She and Valkorion had switched bodies, but this was not the waking world. 

It was a setting that had appeared to her for five years of carbonite. Five years of unceasing loneliness in the funeral urn of a dead planet. Where the abstract took form and voices of the past lambasted her ears, carried by gales of woe and misery. It was her mental landscape, corrupted by the one known as the Emperor, replaced with the last moments of a dying star.

She’d become intimate with the out-of-body sensation it provided and the dawning realization that one was in but a dream, unable to wake. Yet this was her mind– one she had been trapped in before without her bodily autonomy, like a puppet dancing on strings, long ago, when she answered to a different designation. Her fists ball at her sides. Valkorion would not have his way. She would not suffer it a second time. You may have my body, but not my mind, she thinks aloud, but the cosmos above, the unceasing desert, and Valkorion himself do not answer.

She traverses for what feels an eternity. The razor wind tears at her clothes, buffets her off the path, yet she advances dutifully all the same. 

Her journey takes her through the labyrinthine innards of a cave, and eventually, to a stretch of open sky dominated by kneeling statues chained at the neck and torches whose flames do not flicker. Before her unfurls a crumbling umbilical cord of a staircase, the only other physical manifestation in this space beyond time. Four arched doorways surround the spiral pit, their paths leading into the seemingly empty void of the starry beyond.

Yutorin stops and stares at the bizarre scenery. There appeared to be no clear way forward, but in the annals of the mind, anything was possible. 

She faces the arches, standing like sentries above the crumbling abyss. Her intuition tells her she must enter those doors to proceed– something important lies behind them, but her current knowledge of it is obscured like a memory she can't quite recall. Her brain feels muddied, shattered into incoherent fragments that only leaves her with a faint throbbing sensation when she tries to form a thought. 

Yutorin shakes her head, hand falling from her temple. No good. She can't recall a thing. Valkorion’s influence is worse than I thought-

Hurry.

Yutorin recognizes the sound that rings in her ears; of her own timbre and the smooth accent that she's heard from her own throat countless times before. It's her voice: practiced, learned, Imperial. She looks around with increasing uncertainty, searching for the source amidst the chaos of her surroundings. 

Hurry. Hurry. The disembodied voice of her psyche urges her on again, coming from nowhere and every direction all at once. Hurry and remember. Hurry and reclaim who you once were. 

The voice falls mute. The arches continue to beckon to her in their silent gravitas, and she realizes then there is no other way. 

She frowns, and reaches out. 

The first doorway sucks her past the threshold, and everything fades into white.

When her vision clears, she's standing in the center of a trashed apartment.

“Where is that bitch spy?!” bellows a man's deep voice, his accent unrecognizable. The sound of furniture being upended and transparisteel breaking fills the air. Flimsi are strewn all over the floor; broken wiring lay ripped out of the walls. More household items are tossed from the next room over to the growing pile of detritus. 

Yutorin surveys her environment impassively. She doesn't appear to be a part of this scene despite standing in the middle of it, as evidenced by a kolto pack next sailing through the air and passing through her body as if she were incorporeal. She closes her eyes. This must be a memory of her past. And if her suspicions were correct, then he should be…

A small whimper, imperceptible to all but her own ears, comes muffled from an undisturbed closet. 

There. 

Yutorin sticks her head past the closet's shutters, passing through as easily as if she were a ghost. What greets her is the sight of her younger self as a mere child of a few summers, trembling in his skin and clutching in his desperate fist an Imperial-grade army dagger, one which looked far too unwieldy for such a small boy to use. 

The intruder in the next room stomps over the debris they made, hesitates, makes a half-turn, and pauses in front of the closet. 

She sees her younger self deliberate and shove one hand over his mouth. Tears spring to his eyes unbidden, wide with primal fear. She stares at his unmarked face. Her hands trace where it would be lined with a cross-shaped scar, one that would last into adulthood.

She doesn't need to watch this anymore. She knows what comes next.

You were always collateral for someone else's mission. A liability. When Nosta took you in, she made it clear you would face death and worse for the crime of being associated with her, a spy. But you were a child, and you would learn. 

The voice invades her periphery once more, speaking aloud the uncomfortable truths she'd always known deep down in her heart. Lessons she'd internalized all her life and never questioned. 

The horrific scene progresses. She gazes at her younger self left twitching on the floor with pity, his blank, lifeless eyes partially obscured by the curtain of blood running down his cheeks. The knife is discarded to the side. The man's boots track crimson across the room as he leaves.

She had been a pathetic youngling. Weak and so alone in the world. How could she have forgotten?

Always remember. No place in the galaxy is your home. You will never be safe for as long as you walk this path.

The memory fades the same way it arrived, and she finds herself back where she started. The torches before the first door extinguish themselves. She turns to the adjacent door. Her expression darkens. 

She reaches out anyways.

This time, she is in Keeper’s office. 

Or rather, he is. 

Cipher Eight– her male self, her previous identity as an agent before she became Commander– stands in front of the Minister of Intelligence. His fists white-knuckle at his stiffened sides. The blood has drained from his face, and all she can read from his paralyzed expression is that of pure shock. 

Keeper’s eyes bore into hers past Eight himself, and Yutorin flinches.

She would never forget that day. Intelligence’s fall… she had done everything in her power to prevent it, only to be looked dead in the eye and told there was no stopping the inevitable, from a man she had been so utterly loyal to she would've cut her own arm off if he had so much as asked. She had played the game exactly how it should've been, had sold her soul, her freedom to protect them. 

In the end, she had been betrayed.

“I will never accept who you are, agent.” His words are like daggers, cutting her to the core. She sinks to her knees.

Intelligence is not being rebuilt.

“There is no longer a place or a need for you. It is time to be let go.”

Dark days are coming for the Empire, and I can't protect you.

Yutorin grips her chest, where the stabbing ache in her heart turns to ice with each consequent phrase.

“But consider one thing: If you could change who you've become, would you take that opportunity?”

She turns away from those kind, unbelievably cruel words, her elegant features colored with pain. Her clothing crumples from the severity with which she holds her heart. Was I not enough, Keeper? Was there nothing I could've done for you to ask me to stay?

Is there any version of me you would've acknowledged as worthy to be by your side? 

…Or was I simply doomed from the start?

At his desk, Keeper stamps the exit paperwork with resigned finality.

The memory fades once more. She's back at the cosmic stairwell. Two doors remain. She rises unsteadily to her feet, sways, and lurches through the next door.

The Star Cabal’s hideout, where she executed her final mission, manifests before her eyes.  

Hunter is laid out on the floor, bleeding heavily from a deep wound in his abdomen. Eight kneels down beside him in one last act of kindness for an enemy he had neither sympathy nor enough words for. Hunter’s palm, slick with his own blood, slowly reaches for Eight’s cheek. He rests it there in an oddly touching display of uncharacteristic affection, a wan smile forming on his lips. 

Eight makes no move to withdraw from his touch, an unreadable expression on his face.

“Goodbye, love. Don't ever let them stop you.” Hunter murmurs, letting his hand fall back down. 

Eight wipes the crimson prints left lingering on his skin, smearing the blood across his cheekbone. His dark gaze lowers to the body going cold on the septic metal floor.

He says nothing for a long time, then faces away from him.

Whether you acknowledged it or not, you were exactly the same. United in soul. In history. In conquest. Did you think you could be different from the corpse you’ve made of him? 

Watcher X’s voice suddenly pierces the numbing silence of her mind. If she closes her eyes, she can pretend she’s still back there, trapped, listening to the ruminations of a dead man as her skull breaks.

All you’ve been through, your trials and travails, will always lead to one end. Someday you too will be hunted, put down like a dog. When that day comes, you’ll see him again. 

Then you’ll know in your heart of hearts…that you played the game right.

The memory dissipates like foam on the seashore. Again. Back at the threshold. The fires snuff themselves out. One door remains.

Time to cross.

She doesn’t look before she leaps.

The old, ruggedly handsome features of Ardun Kothe come into view. She’s back at the Shadow Arsenal, minutes before the impending disaster that would’ve destroyed Kaas City. Eight levels a tired look at the aged Jedi, who only replies with a sad, sad smile that holds years of untold guilt that she’d never get the chance to ask about.

“What I did to you was unforgivable. But I did it anyway.”

We all carry our own sins in this line of work, Yutorin thinks, but maybe you were the only one to see me the way I was meant to be. 

“Hold position. Keyword: onomatophobia. And thank you.”

Thanking me. How strange. There’s no need to be gracious to your tool. 

That was always what she admired about the man, oddly enough. For all his combined guilt, the burdens that weighed so heavily he would never reveal them to the world, and his rampant idealism, he never once lied to himself. Yutorin had seen his true face that day. It was…kind, for what little good it did him in the end.

But most of all, it was honest. Ardun Kothe was a man of sheer pragmatism. In his hands, Yutorin, the then Cipher Eight, had been nothing but a weapon to be wielded as he saw fit. 

This, she would remember.

This, she would respect.

The last memory fades away into the ether. As she returns to the spiral staircase, she hears a sound resonating from the pit below. A sound…of iron being struck in clanging blows, melodically, like a bell. It calls to her, ringing in the depths of her soul. Before she realizes it, her feet have moved of their own volition and carried her down the winding steps, further and further into the darkness below. 

The ringing stops. Before her lies the final doorway, and beyond that, the throne. A solitary monument in a snow-covered field of stone and ash, where her body awaits. 

She ascends. 

Valkorion gazes boredly at her atop his high seat as she comes level to him, a smug expression worn on what should be her face. “You continue to defy me. For what reason? I have given you everything– power, influence, the Eternal Throne. All that remains is to allow me to take your body. You would be a fool to resist.” He rumbles in her voice, the tone benevolent yet warped. 

“I am not ready to die here, Emperor.” 

He chuckles. “It is too late. There is nothing more you can do.”

“You underestimate me. That will be your undoing,” She declares, stepping forward with a look sharper than steel in her darkening eyes. The snow crunches beneath her feet. “I have seen my future. I have seen who I truly am. And you-” She plants her feet firmly in the ground, squaring off before the Immortal Emperor. “-are not a part of it.”

Simmering fury gathers in Valkorion’s countenance. “You are testing my patience, child.” He moves to rise from the throne, and Yutorin feels the ozone coalescing in the chilled air. 

She exhales sharply. “...No. You are testing mine. This is my mind. My world to shape as I wish. You think you've won, Valkorion, but this is the trap I’ve laid for you. Keyword: iconoclasm. Come to me!” She barks, thrusting an arm towards her possessed body.

“!” Valkorion’s eyes widen as he takes one step forward, stumbling as he attempts to resist the codeword ingrained into her very being. “Impossible…! This should…” He struggles in vain. “Only work on Vaylin…!”

“You stole the programming for the Castellans from the Empire. It was used on the Ciphers,” She flatly explains as he unwillingly walks towards her, “First us, then your daughter. Reap what you have sown, my Emperor. I will never be free again.” 

She grabs him by the collar and pulls him close into her embrace, holding him as if they were partners in a twisted dance. “And neither will you.”

“What are you doing?!”

Yutorin ignores his protests, blocking out all distractions from her mind. She recalls her memories, reaching deep into the depths of her heart. She has seen it laid bare; she knows what lies at the center of her psyche, the truth of her identity. 

She will repair what has been broken. She will reforge it anew.

“I am nothing but a sword,” She chants almost reverently, “I am a weapon. I am no woman, nor man.” Her hand plunges deep into her body- no, Valkorion’s chest, passing through flesh and spirit both. Valkorion’s cry of surprise turns agonized. She feels something begin to take form within her vessel, and grasps it with all her might. “All my life, I have fought for others. I have cut down enemies. I have cut down friends.” 

As she speaks, she begins to draw out her hand from within Valkorion’s chest. An intense light ruptures from where she's pierced him, and as she slowly pulls away, something begins to emerge from the cavity. A hilt.

Valkorion writhes beneath her. She pours all her strength into pulling out the hilt– and soon, a guard, a naked blade. A sword. As she does so, visions of her past flash before her eyes. 

Intelligence. Ziost. The people of her Alliance. 

And…

Before she knows it, she's pulled the full length of the sword from Valkorion, who has gone limp within her arms. The light grows ever brighter, blinding now in its brilliance. It's the blade she's always carried into battle, manifested now in the metaphysical as a representation of her very soul. 

“I am not a body to possess,” She says, as the body Valkorion once inhabited becomes translucent and begins to fade away, “I am a sword made to slay you, and I will not be broken.”

She turns the blade on herself, and stabs inward. 

When she reawakens, she’s lying on the ground as her old self, in her own body. The sword is clutched to her, bloodied as it is, and she feels a lancing pain in her chest. She gets up slowly, weary.

Atop the stairs leading to the throne, Valkorion’s spirit turns yellow Sith eyes full of loathing upon her. “Well done,” He bitterly rumbles, white vestments flowing in the harsh wind. “You are indeed an unbreakable tool of my empire. I should have chosen a better vessel to mold than a faceless weapon who will never find peace as an individual.” His voice is filled with barely-concealed disgust. “But it ends here. If I cannot possess you, I will send you to oblivion and start again. The Immortal Emperor will never succumb to mortality.”

Yutorin says nothing, answering with only a flick of her blade. 

Valkorion gathers lightning within his hands, and fires. 

She charges.

END

[tales-of-wocdes]

I realised I forgot to mention somethings on the black hands post (cause i was sleepy when i wrote it) :

1. The glass comes from the void something that shouldn't be possible and was found where some unfortunate mages messed with things they could never understand and their vitrified remains where found. The entire island the experiments where going on got turned to glass.

2. The glass is not enchanted to reflect magic back it mysteriously does it on its own Sheo would have disintegrated the person wearing it but not destroy the armor maybe warp it and melt it since its literally indestructible and can only be melted down into molten glass which has a melting point higher than tungsten to the point only an ancient going full blast can melt and mold it.

3. The glass has a nasty secret, the glass has some ghost rider penance stare ability that can straight up kill or cripple someone for life for the sins they have committed toward others and it can only stun an Ancient for a little bit.

4. MC jumped Sheo with "Golems" they had actually killed some of the people Sheo hates with a burning passion and had been in hiding from him, and turned them into meat puppets

the rest of the gang where staying back because they know Sheo can just Thanos snap them out off existence but these puppet corpses had abilities from MC designed to counter Sheo because MC had seen weakpoints/(I can make a openings in his guard by exploiting this) and can read him like a book to a scary degree add the fact they can see through their puppets eyes the fight would last a little bit longer

until Lord Sheo sees a "knife" wielding Black Hand attacking him from behind and sees the knife is a glamoured cake proceeds to teleport, grab a thick book teleport behind MC and strike them in the head with the spine of the book making them cry out in pain and rub the welt that is 100% forming on their head and grounding them like the little kid theey used to be.

I will let this skip the queue, just for context to the last one :D

This is your headcanon so I will only say this: "The glass comes from the void" would mean Sheo would not let anyone wear it, and confiscate every piece of it.

I do like the ending :D

[ross-sluggo]

as of 4/20/25 this has been updated

so in my road to a 500 floor streak (330s as im typing this) i made a weird guide in terms of tips for anyone crazy enough to do this as well (it's me, im crazy. lock me in a rubber room with rats). i'll do em in the order of my notes and i'm going off of the official floor names

Button Comp: participation in this does not affect time spent here. The floor cannot kill you, so unless you want coins, you're safe to idle.

Space Dropper: same as the last one, but this one can technically hurt you.

bugbo: same as Button Comp. I purposefully don't do shit because I want to annoy that bug. I hate him. I don't have any reason to, I just do.

Studio Obby: same as Space Dropper where it can hurt you and participation doesn't affect the the time.

UES: while hunting for JAOBA is technically something you can do and it does speed things along, assuming you're working alone this is very boring and tedious. Floor is harmless otherwise.

Toolbox Speedway: same as button comp- you'll be seeing this phrase in here a lot.

Slide 4 Admin: say it with me everyone.

Splitsville: Do this one, it's harmless but it DOES go faster if you do it.

4 Corners: use RGYB in the chat to note the order. Since Roblox censorship is very finicky, don't ENTER it, but keep it on hand. Falling, though, doesn't end your streak.

Underground Subway: just stay off the tracks, don't hit Poob as they can kill you.

gm_flatgrass: no action required here unless you want the cat that might be there.

Happy Home Party: if you have Poob in the elevator, no action required. If you don't, uh. Don't die I guess-

Superhighway: Same as Space Dropper. I recommend standing on the railings of the elevator because there's about 4 knife (legally distinct) voombas that can and WILL kill you.

Color Our World: say it with me everyone.

Eternal Limbo: Stay alive, if you have the tiny foamer you can shoot the mirror Folly jumps into. Just shoot the right side, though, as the branches that can hold the mirror cover the left side.

Frightening Floor: stay on the rails. They say you need to leave the elevator, they're LYING.

Temple of... Something: Doing this alone will not harm your streak if you just fall through the floor. Take the gem with you, it'll be funny.

3008: There's no strategy to this. Finding Lampert makes it go faster but that's all down to luck really-

Elevator x5: Keep to the sides because if it's that pale red brick, it will kill you instantly. This goes for the red wall as well along with the void but the pale red killbrick is a lot more abrupt.

Find the Path: The sticker strategy no longer works. They patched it. It's back to pure luck and annoyance. Unless you're REALLY bad at the game, this shouldn't kill you. You'll just want to throttle the devs for patching the sticker exploit.

Suspiciously Long Room: EXERCISE CAUTION AND DO NOT TOUCH TARMITE. HE IS, REGARDLESS IF IT'S FACE-ON OR FROM THE SIDE, 1000% LETHAL. If you're not sure if you can make it to the next one, DO NOT PROCEED AND WAIT FOR HIM TO MAKE HIS COURSE. Completing it makes it go faster. Also, fun fact, setting off the firework in the gap can knock you around and RIGHT into Tarmite.

Cardboard room: Almost identical to button comp, but be wary since 3D Fafa Orange can and will kill you.

Backrooms: Pay attention for the love of god, Clovers are lethal. If you can't find any of the traps to enclose one, just dodge for awhile.

Redball Diner: Did you know? If you stand on the redball phone display in front of Reddy, it "breaks" him? Abuse this. (This is as of 1/20/25)

Birthday Apt.: say it with me-

Hotel Floor: The main strategy with this one is to listen for music coming from one of the doors. If you're fast enough, though, you can cheese it and get by with minimal damage taken. Or you have a gas mask. More on the items later.

2 Stud Camp: Do this one, it'll go faster, but be careful. The UFOs get really nasty at points, especially if you have Spud! join your elevator instead of Gnarpy.

Turret: lmao (stick to the sides of the elevator.)

Either Teapot Level: Don't bother.

Flood Fill Mine: This one's required, flood will kill you. Aim for darker blocks. They changed it some time ago so you can hold left click to mine instead of having to rapid-fire click.

Elevator Shaft: This goes for any level but especially this one, if you jump while climbing anything you'll go faster. Careful on this one, though, since the falling elevators do about 40 hp per elevator.

Gumball Machine: You can do this one, it'll go faster, but you will probably get smacked around a bunch.

Hole in the Wall: Sometimes there's an explosion, otherwise nothing happens.

Dance Party: AFAICT, this doesn't ruin your streak.

Infected Apartment: Do this one. No major advice I can give that isn't obvious when playing it a few times.

Funny Maze: Doing this one does make it go faster, but is it worth it? Scary Mike is lethal. He does have a path warning you where he'll be.

Minefield: ice cream :) (doing this one doesn't affect the time but you get ice cream :D)

Random Maze: Giggler makes it faster, but be wary of the RATS-

Snackcore: If you're running low on HP you can, but completion doesn't affect the time. There's also money on the ground.

Snowy Slope: Just get lucky or smth idk

Happy Birthday?: No action required.

Jermpop Factory: No shame in hiding in a barrel or a box, doing it'll make it go faster though. Jermbomination is also lethal.

Stanley Room: Either drink the cement in the game store or do this one, but not doing either will kill you.

Mozelle's Castle: No action required unless you want to participate.

Rock Park: Just let Sam, Pam, and Dan die. Hide near the grates in the beginning area, there's enough shelving in that nook to keep you safe from the rocks. The rocks are lethal.

Intense Obby: Not required due to time shenanigans but it can be fun.

Crumbl Cube: Soooo they changed it into a bossfight. With the "light up" tiles, don't step on them. With the wall segments, go to the green since those are safe.

Area 51: If I'm alone, I never do this one. No point. Like it goes faster but it sucks.

STAT's Domain: Same with Area 51, but it actually goes faster if you avoid it and it's less deadly. :)

Red Ball Temple: While it's tempting to not do this one, doing this floor will make it go faster. Just try not to slow down.

Pet Capture Deluxe: Having Melanie with you will make this faster. Plus, if you're alone, it's only 4 critters.

Drive Thru: No action required.

Jeremy: Fun fact! You can shoot the button you need to press with either the Foam Dart or the Anti-Voomba device. Shaves a bit of time off. Yeah, this is me saying do this one.

WHEEL OF: Good luck?

Fun Flood at Squishy's: You kinda need to do this one. I now want to pose this as a hypothetical: is it Gregoriah's fault for hitting the button, or is it the company's fault for having it to begin with?

WALL OF: You have to do this one. It IS death otherwise.

Dying Mall: No action required, this one is boring and annoying and I don't like it.

BFDI: Doing the 30 second challenge if you're alone makes it go faster. Dying has no consequence since you'll just respawn from the machine.

I also want to make note of some special floors and some recommended items

Abandoned Cube: This is what WAS the CRUMBL CUBE. It's now very sad-looking but functions the same.

Ballpit: Toothy and Toothette, be wary of them.

Bomb Defusal: This can hurt you pretty bad, be careful.

FNARB: HAR HAR HARHAR HAR- anyway, yeah. Just survive, it's not too difficult. Don't abuse the doors or lights.

HALL OF: Uhhh. Godspeed? Fuckin. Run for your life??

ITEMS TO GET

Almost, if not, every shop has the Gas Mask. Look into the Crystal Crown at Retrograde Security Station and/or Floppy Shoppy. It's also good to look into the Token of Asclepius at various stores. iirc HC Ice Cream has them, I think OFFICE OF has them- oh, and the tiny foamer at Shop Space. From the maingame store, get the anti-voomba device and the petal cone. You can use the petal cone for Split if you get annoyed at her banana peels, and the anti-voomba device for. Well. Yeah.

One final note, do not anger DrRetro, Gnarpy, Spud!, or Poob. They can kill you. Poob has it for you.

idk i might tierlist some floors at a later point

[kevrocksicehouse]

Thunderbolts*.

D: Jake Schreier (2025).

Thunderbolts* opens with  Yelena Belova  (Florence Pugh in a star-making performance to rival Robert Downey) delivering an interior monologue logic decrying the lack of meaning in her life (“There’s something wrong with me. An emptiness. Just… a void”) in a Russian accent dripping with self-disgust, despair, ennui and  just a touch of mordant humor, while steeling herself to jump off the roof of a skyscraper. That when she goes over, a parachute opens and the Black Widow-trained assassin-for-hire finishes her thoughts while wiping out a laboratory filled with armed guards, she sets the tone of the best Marvel movie in years an action comedy about depression and shame that wears it’s cynical fatalism on its sleeve while withholding the promise of easy redemption.

Yelena doing the dirty work of Valentina Allegra de Fontaine (Julia Louis-Dreyfuss whose amoral self-regarding charm makes her a perfect Marvel villain) a corrupt CIA executive facing down a congressional hearing concerning an abortive and illegal attempt to create a superhuman operative for a mysterious “Sentry” project. In an effort to get rid of loose ends, she sends Yelena and several other henchmen – Antonia Dreykov (Olga Kurylenko) an assassin with photographic reflexes; Ava Starr (Hannah John-Kamen) who can turn intangible; John Walker (Wyatt Russell, channelling his father Kurt) a failed and disgraced former “Captain America”; and “Bob” (Lewis Pullman, channelling his father Bill even harder) – to a remote facility/deathtrap in hopes that they’ll kill each other after which the building will incinerate them. Instead, they escape, join up with Alexie Shostakov, (David Harbour boisterously stealing scenes) a former Soviet “super-soldier” and band together first for survival, then (after being contacted/arrested by Sebastian Stan’s Bucky Barnes) to take down de Fontaine. When things go spectacularly wrong culminating in a monstrous being threatening to cast New York into a soul-killing “Void” the team has to step up as heroes, not with the obligatory and by now banal final slugfest (that happens earlier and is mercifully short) but by putting their meager supply of optimism and hope against the bleakness of their past. Since this is a Marvel movie that doesn’t so much end as proceed to the next chapter, they achieve a tenuous heroism that they may or not be able to sustain (and as a post credit scene suggests, may soon encounter a much less nihilistic kind). Superheroes who distrust the possibility of idealism and virtue? Sounds just about right for our time.

[is-the-battlemech-cool-or-not]

SLDF - DREADNOUGHT

SLS Manassas

Terran System, Zenith jump point

November 3, 3153

The SLS Manassas loomed in the void, an ancient predator reborn. The Aegis-class heavy cruiser, once lost in a misjump for centuries, had been restored and outfitted with the most advanced Kearny-Fuchida Drive in history. It was no longer just a relic—it was a statement.

Aboard the observation deck, First Lord Alaric Ward stood in silence, his sharp gaze sweeping across the assembled dignitaries from every Great House and Periphery realm. Admiral Marcia Farragut, the SLDF’s Naval R&D Director, stood beside him, her posture rigid, her expression unreadable.

Among the gathered officials stood envoys from Coordinator Yori Kurita, Prince Julian Davion, Archon Trillian Steiner, and Captain-General Nikol Marik. One dignitary was above the station of all the others, only counting Alaric as her equal - at least today: Chancellor Danai Centrella-Liao, ruler of the Capellan Confederation, a woman who had already made it clear that her cooperation in this experiment came at a price. She stood silently, observing everything.

A voice crackled over the intercom.

“Final jump calculations confirmed. Manassas is green for Super-Jump. Estimated time to Sian: Twenty-five seconds.”

The air in the chamber tightened. From Terra to the capital of the Capellan Confederation in less than half a minute—no supply chain, no waiting for recharge, no vulnerabilities.

Danai Centrella-Liao did not look impressed. She simply nodded to Alaric. "First Lord, ensure that my prisoner is delivered before we proceed."

Alaric turned to Admiral Farragut. "Prepare the transfer."

The countdown began.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

The universe bent, twisted, and snapped back into focus.

Gone was Sol.

Now, the light of Sian’s star bathed the hull of the ancient WarShip instead.

Waiting at the jump point, only 50 kilometers distant from the Manassas' emergence point, was the CCS Aleisha Kris, a Feng Huang-class cruiser and the last remaining WarShip of the Capellan Confederation. The WarShip immediately reacted, its massive autocannons adjusted slightly, targeting solutions shifting—not a full weapons lock, but close enough to make a statement.

The intercom buzzed urgently.

“Sian Command is confirming our identity. Capellan aerospace forces are mobilizing, awaiting orders from Chancellor Centrella-Liao.”

Danai did not speak right away. She let the moment stretch, her expression impassive as she observed the Manassas and the assembled dignitaries. The Capellan Confederation had long since ceased being a major naval power. Now, with this ship in their space, they were reminded of what they had lost.

Then, with a flick of her hand, Danai’s aide relayed a single order.

The Aleisha Kris stood down.

Alaric’s smirk returned, but he said nothing. He turned to Admiral Farragut, who nodded once. The intercom buzzed again.

"Bring the prisoner forward."

A moment later, escorted by two SLDF guards, Grady Magnus of Clan Snow Raven was led onto the observation deck. His uniform had been stripped of insignia—his title no longer mattered. His piercing eyes showed no remorse, no fear.

Danai watched him for a long moment. "You burned Chang-an, killed the Chancellor."

Magnus tilted his head slightly. "Aff. And I would do so again."

The temperature in the chamber dropped.

The bombardment of Liao in 3151 had been unsanctioned by First Lord Ward, a personal campaign of destruction waged by Khan Stirling McKenna—but it had been Grady Magnus’ fleet that had delivered the fire upon the Confederation’s world.

Danai’s gaze did not waver. "You have been judged. And justice will be done."

Two Capellan Death Commandos stepped forward, their black-and-green armor glinting under the soft lights. Magnus did not resist as he was handed over.

Magnus was led from the room, and ten minutes later, the assembled dignitaries watched as an SLDF DropShip detached from the Manassas and rocketed over to the Aleisha Kris.

When the DropShip had reattached to the Manassas fifteen minutes later, Danai finally turned to Alaric. “The Confederation honors its agreements. Proceed.”

Alaric nodded. "Prepare for final jump."

The jump alarms sounded, the L-F battery already prepared to supply the second jump.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

The jump drive pulsed again, reality bending once more.

And then, just as suddenly as before, they were in the Coromodir system. The planet of Coromodir V, the beating heart of the Aurigan Coalition loomed ahead them - the assembled dignitaries taking in the implications of the feat - not only was a jump of such distance possible, but it was still accurate enough to use pirate points.

Waiting for their arrival at the jump point was the ACS Dobrev—the personal royal yacht of High Lord Keanu Arano-Cameron. Though classified as a Carrack-class WarShip, it was heavily refitted—a palace among the stars, but still fully armed, a symbol of Aurigan independence and a reminder that the Coalition was no longer a minor power.

The intercom buzzed, the communications officer barely able to hide their excitement.

“ACS Dobrev hailing. High Lord Keanu Arano-Cameron wishes to extend his greetings to the First Lord of the Star League.”

Alaric turned toward the viewport, gesturing subtly for the gathered dignitaries to take in the scene before them.

"This is the future," he said, his voice steady. "No longer do we need months to cross the void. No longer must we fear distance as a barrier. Today, we have crossed nearly five hundred light-years in less than an hour."

The reaction was immediate.

The House Lords and Periphery envoys exchanged hushed whispers. Some looked concerned, others intrigued. The Capellan delegates were silent, but Danai’s gaze was thoughtful.

High Lord Keanu Arano-Cameron’s face appeared on the holo-display. Though young, he carried himself with the poise of a ruler trained from birth, his Cameron-blue eyes locking onto Alaric with careful calculation.

“Welcome to Coromodir, First Lord Ward.” His voice was smooth, but there was something beneath it—a measured understanding of the moment. "The Aurigan Coalition is honored to host this historic occasion."

Alaric stepped forward, nodding slightly. "High Lord Arano-Cameron. It is good to stand before an ally after such a journey. I trust our demonstration has been enlightening?"

A flicker of amusement crossed Keanu’s face. "You have shown what is possible. Now, we must determine what comes next."

Alaric gestured to Admiral Farragut, who issued the final orders for disembarkation. The SLDF delegation began moving toward the shuttle bay.

As the SLS Manassas and ACS Dobrev floated in silent orbit, the Inner Sphere entered a new reality.

Danai Centrella-Liao, the last dignitary to remain on the observation deck, studied the world below, then turned back to Alaric.

"You have proven your reach, First Lord. Now tell me—what do you plan to do with it?"

Alaric’s smirk returned, but his voice was steady.

"Rebuild the Star League. And this time, we will do it right."

The era of distance had ended.

And a new age had begun.

[the0retically]

The Suckening #10: The Midnight Circle:

Holy shit y’all, what an episode

- These intros are so good

- MUSIC! Cannot wait for this to be released I love it so much

- Also the description? “The Kindred hit the books” noooo they’re so stupid :(

- The dancing imagery is so cool also the voice overlay? Love it

- ….shit Arthur wants to sacrifice more than the boys

- Oh emizel just chugged it

- Emizel is stardust???

- God shilo is the only one that’s like “hey wait let me wait a second”

- Emizel appearing in the sky like Mufasa??

- “Thanks guys I know the ending is a bit avant garde” CHARLIE PLEASE

- Emizel is gonna miss Theo’s birthday nooooo

- “I fear for this one” “we all do” “I don’t” :(( emizel

- ADHD EMIZEL!!!! “You don’t need it now, you’re a vampire. Just focus” ARTHUR PLEASE “I’m very out of touch”

- Love the similarities of this library and Finn’s library

- MONTAGE!!!

- GUN BOOK!!!!! Nice!!!

- Love how Shilo started as normal but the other two just did bits so bizly decided he was going to as well

- :( this conversation over trust is really interesting

- Lol love Charlie dying in the background at emizel asking if Arthur saw the Eiffel Tower while Shilo is berating him

- Oh shilo that was Interesting

- Arthur vs the twins is so interesting I like this conversation, it’s been needed

- :( “you see that in me?” ARTHUR NO SHILO ISNT LIKE EDWARD

- God Grizz is phenomenal, he is so good at this, this monologue is phenomenal

- The funky music coming back in after that argument oh my god

- …….Shilo’s old room :(

- “And you brood for a week” ARTHUR OH MY GOD

- Emizel coming from the top rope!!

- God the fact that Arthur’s younger siblings were twins and he has to be with shilo and emizel constantly has to be Gutting him

- :( shilo crying and hugging Arthur after he told them his past :((

- They’re understanding each other more!!

- “Oh really? I need help” ARTHUR OH MY GOD?

- “For what it’s worth I miss being human.” “Me too.” “I hate having to eat every night.” “Did you not have to eat as a human?” Started as so sad but then turned to the bit, love them

- “My idea is a haunted house and the information jumps out at you!” -Condi

Charlie proceeds to lose it “that’s crazy, that’s nuts, what the fuck??”

- LETS GO SHILO!!! 7!!!!! THIS IMAGERY IS SO COOL

- Brother bonding time let’s go??

- Oh?? Theo’s here??

- Aww they’re tutoring emizel

- Charlie is so done lol love this

- OH MONSTER ATTACKING SHILO

- YAY EMIZEL IS GOOD!!

- Love how crazy condi’s ideas have been

- IT WAS THE SHADE FROM DAY ONE!!!! Yes!!!! Emizel has proven himself

- MOONBEAST!!!!! CHARLIE BROUGHT IN THE MOON BEAST!!!!

- Oh Arthur is losing dominate,,,,interesting

- 16 moon points oh my god

- Oh god “in due time the moon beast will walk among us” Charlie please

- Nice Arthur love the black flame tattoos

- “Maybe you needed to get the shit beaten out of you” oh my god??

- Oh god emizel is alone and Condi is alone…….please be able to ask your question, very like the unseen one with these questions I like it

- “If I gave up one of my lives would that work” uh???? Emizel oh no

- PEPPERS IN THE BOWL HUH??

- “I don’t want to hurt pepper” “where do you think the nine lives are coming from” “I know but this is putting her in the bowl I don’t like that” :((

- WHY WAS EMIZEL THE ACCOUNTANT AT SCHOOL?????? Oh he’s forgetting about finance and the memory of his father,,,,,,,,oh god??

- ….makes sense that he loses a humanity for that

- God the editing for the questions being asked is so cool and these questions and answers are so cool

- :( the Queen wanted him safe

- Purple figure?? But younger??

- Arthur time

- ………Arthur giving up points in humanity

- YOURE THINKING OF SACRIFICING VOID??? GRIZZ PLEASE?

- …sacrifice his relationship with magnus maybe? Oh god

- THANK GOD HES NOT SACRIFICING VOID

- BUT DEAR GOD HES LOSING A LOT

- Oh god “grizzly there’s never been an ugly Grizzly character before. You give up being a hot vampire?” HED BE BROKE AND UGLY OH GOD GRIZZ NO

- ……….I’m so—oh he looked like his father and doesn’t anymore :(

- TWO SUCCESSES ON COURAGE LETS GO ARTHUR

- :( Arthur there’s no cure

- “Oh that’s a good one! You mother fucker!!” YEAH ARTHUR GET THE INFORMATION

- the music is so good cannot wait for the soundtrack

- Love the twins bickering while Arthur is panicking and breaking down a bit

- BIZLYS YELP OH MY GOD

- :(((((( Grizz isn’t playing a hot character anymore this is so—

- EMIZEL DOESNT WANT TO BE ALONE WITH ARTHUR OH MY GOD

- Love how it’s Gryffon’s voice now

- …..shilo what?? You’re giving up your sight?????? BRO WHAT?

- Bizly’s voice acting pop off bro but oh my god, he didn’t have to rip his own eye out??

- “Now I get a prize?” SHILO PLEASE??

- I cannot believe he actually just gave one of his eyes

- …….the eye only gave him one question

- “You see your mother again” “….mama” SHILO PLEASE IM GONNA CRY

- Oh hi Siri!! HA PLEASE HE WAS SO IMMERSED “god fucking damn it” oh my god that was perfect

- I’m so curious about this purple figure

- DRACULA IS HERE??

- Phone alarm?? It’s 1:15?? Why does bizly have a daily 1:15 alarm??? What??

- NOO EDWARDS FACE

- “Don’t suck me into the mouth” NOOOOO AWFUL

- ……why is Charlie giving edward a sad backstory

- Ok no this isn’t a sad backstory but oh my god what happened to him????

- HIS FACE IS STUCK LIKE THAT OH MY GOD??

- Uhhhhhh how did Edward see Shilo?

- “Stop looking at me, I’ll kill you.” ARTHUR PLEASE

- “I don’t think I’ll be spying anything with my little eye.” SHILO PLEASE

- OH GOD CONDI SAYING HE GAVE UP HIS TAX KNOWLEDGE PLEASE THE OTHER TWO GAVE UP SO MUCH

- “He’s ugly as hell he needs a robe” PLEASE

- “Someone’s gotta be the comedic relief these two are so serious all the time” EMIZEL

- ALSO OH MY GOD THAT WHOLE INTERACTION WAS INSANE

- Peppers name being Salem is so cute and she’s there!!

- “Soda was my dad” HUH?

- Emizel explaining his answers is so funny to me because it’s just batshit

- …………..is Dracula the twins actual dad? Is Jeffrey just a stand in?

- :( god poor Arthur

- Pleaseeeeee this conversation is killing me “Dracula was 2 million years old so you’ll grow into it” PLEASE IM CRYING THATS INSANE

- OH MY GOD????

- VEX AND VIV MENTION AHHHHHHHHH

- ……why are they suggesting Arthur goes to the Weylins to “fix his face”

- …….Grefgore has been alone for a month oh no!

- :(((((((((( void is hesitant at first with Arthur :(

- THEY BOTH ROLLED THREE WHAT???? NO NO NO EDWARDS HERE

- TEAM EDWARD SHIRTS???

- Emizel fumbled on stealth oh my god

- PLEASE EDWARD WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS

- What?? Edward has a sister??

- …..broadcasting what Edward?

- WHAT? WHAT WHAT GREFGORE????????

- He’s wearing a Walmart shirt?????

- I love shilo and Grefgore friendship :(((

- OH?? HUH WHO DID GREFGORE MET

- HE FOUND LOVE?? WHAT?????

- HES CALLING HER HIS QUEEN AWWW

- “Pretty plain looking girl” CHARLIE DONT BE MEAN TO HAZEL

- WHAT IS HAPPENING?????

- GREFGORE SHES HUMAN

- GREFGORE KEPT PICKLES!!!

- Please the conversation about Grefgore and hazel is so so funny

- OH MY GOD ALL THE PEOPLE SEEING ARTHUR AND JUST SCREAMING

- GREFGORE DONT PROPOSE TO HAZEL THATS NOT GONNA WORK

- A requirement to have a twi-phone??

- Hazel please why are you like this

- “I’d like to get a new house” THEYRE FINDING TAYLOR LAUNTER OH MY GOD???? THEYRE GOING TO CONVINCE HIM THAT THEYVE BEEN LIFE LONG FRIENDS???

- Love that they just really really want it to be Taylor Launter’s house

- NOOO ITS CLOSE TO EDWARDS

- Love how defeated Charlie is about making Taylor Launter canon

- I’m like trying not to cry from laughter

- HES HUMAN THOUGH

- “I look at him with my eye hole throbbing” bizly you could’ve said Anything different

- OH ITS TAYLOR LAUNTER THE WIFE NOT SHARKBOY

- BIG BRAIN CHARLIE SO BIG BRAIN

- IS TAYLOR A WEREWOLF AND HIS WIFE DOESNT KNOW

- OH GOD WHY DOES TAYLOR LAUNTER SOUND LIKE THAT

- HES HOLDING A BAT??

- WEREWOLF TAYLOR LAUNTER

- “Am I awake is this a dream dream dream dream dream dream dream” CHARLIE PLEASE

- “Is he a freak or is he actually a werewolf?” I DONT KNOW EITHER

- HE HAS A 9 FOR WILLPOWER

- CHARLIE PLEASE???

- Charlie cannot resist playing dogs

- Love that it’s Taylor Launter and Edward Twilight not Robert Pattinson

- Please roll well please let Taylor help

- OH MY GOD??? love how tired Taylor is about werewolf Taylor

- “We need Keanu”

- PLEASE IM CRYING FROM TRYING NOT TO LAUGH OUT LOUD

- THEYRE JUST LEADING HIM TO EDWARDS OH MY GOD

- CHARLIE WHAT ARE THESE DOG NOISES

- This is absolutely crazy I love this oh my god??