#BEST i can think of. and im just saying stuff here. is that it partially formed out of a want for anyone to like jason??

[arcade-confetti]

Honestly fascinated learning more of the fanon vs canon going on here. Truly tempted to read Tim's comics just to see the extent of what's been done to him

[bonchobrick]

Duke and Danny bestie fic im co-authoring with some cool people for Patrol Partners! :D

A fic where Duke knows a lot about Gotham’s new problem, ghosts. The Waynes think the worst and assume he’s had some terrible experience with ghosts in the past (in reality is just very happy to talk about his best friends culture and doesnt realize how odd it is that he knows all this stuff)

Or

Duke is pretty much just vibing, the bats are having a meltdown, and Danny is having a blast!

—-

Then Duke pops the question

“So, what are you guys researching?” He asks raising a brow to the papers littered all over the room

Collectively the entire room groans as Duke absentmindedly picks up a paper on the table with the failed, static over-run image.

“We don't know!” Steph bemoans frustrated

Tim starts, “There are new entities–”

“Creatures.” Bruce corrects

Tim casts a piercing glance at his father, “I am pretty sure those are entities. Eye witness reports state that they look fairly human-like–”

Bruce challenges him right back, “Eye witness reports were also very likely to be unfactual, they seemed partially intoxicated. It’s more likely they are some kind of mutated animal.”

His son’s teeth grit, “Even so we still can’t rule out–”

“Oh right, the ghosts are back in town,” Duke's comments, gaze absorbed in the static image

Silence drowns the room as their weary eyes blink at Duke, processing what he had just said.

Then it clicks

“R-repeat that?” Tim stares intensely at Duke

“Um, the ghosts are back? That's what these are.” Duke nervously replies confused, “It’s been a bit since they visited Gotham

Tim opens and closes his mouth, immensely struggling to find any words to say. It seems like the rest of his family is fairing no better, some of them letting out noises of surprise and shock with others trying to hear if they heard that sentence right.

“There used to be ghosts in Gotham?” Bruce says incredulously

“Yeah?” Duke tilts his head, “I mean they don’t like living here with the corrupt ectoplasm but I’m friends with a few ghosts?”

Jason springs on him with wide eyes, “What are ghosts like, personality-wise?”

Duke thinks and responds with the first thought that comes to mind, “Fickle, they can be super friendly or super destructive. They do whatever they’re in the mood to.”

“Are they aggressive?”

“Sure? Sometimes?” Duke blinks at them bewildered before a petty smile crosses his lips, “They can be, hmm, commanding.”

Dicks eyes turn cold and protective, “What–”

“Listen guys,” Duke backs away from the discussion going with his internal task list in mind, “I gotta go wrap up putting together all my documents for my topic on my science fair project so uh, see-ya!”

The second youngest bounces out of the cave and the rest of the family stare dumbstruck at him.

New entities (ghosts?) pop up in Gotham + Duke describes them as fickle and commanding =

Duke is being made to do things for Ghosts who can be kind and cruel which =

= Duke is being bullied by Ghosts?!

Not on their Bat-watch!

Damian is already sharpening his ‘not murder tools’, Tim has sprung into research on the bat computer and the rest of the family have already dipped into Gotham ready to search for these perps!

Paranoid Family #1 will help Duke’s ghost problem starting now!

( pssst heres the fic :)

[mi-co-uk]

coming clean

blue!reader x saviour!matt

─── blue readers past has caught up with her just in time to rescue her when she needs it the most - childhood best friend and saviour matt wants to help every step of the way.

WARNINGS: descriptions of bruising, implications of DA/DV, interactions with someone @bus!ve, fear - panic attacks, language, vague mentions of SH, self hate. the series itself will contain heavy angst , fluff and smut 𖦹

I've never written a fic before so any feedback and support is appreciated !

p.s im dyslexic lmao

2.1k words

pls enjoy <3

MASTERLIST

prev parts: intro / 1 / 2 / 3

CHAPTER 4 - "kiss it better"

MATT'S POV

my ears were ringing with a mix of frustration, fear, confusion and anger- the guilt sets in as soon as I realise she sees my anger. I breathe deeply before responding.

"you went back to his house?" I said lowly, a slight hint of irritation creeping in unintentionally.

she slowly nods taking a small step back away from the kitchen table and towards the sink. I know it's not specifically me that she's scared of but now all my emotions are wiped other than my regret.

I relax my hands holding them by my sides in a more open gesture to before- taking a step back to give her more room (despite already having almost 3 meters between us).

she's still gripping the whiteboard and cries softly as she wipes off her initial message and begins writing a new one.

'I just went to get my stuff , I'm really sorry'

she holds it up towards me, refusing to make eye contact.

"look, its- it's okay. it's just not safe. did anything happen? are- are you like, okay?"

she sniffs, her sobs subsiding as she nods but still stares towards the kitchen table.

how could nothing have happened?

"I'm not trying to yknow be right or anything I just wanna make sure you're okay. you um- you don't have to say what happened but, did he see you? did he hurt you?" I try my best to be careful with my phrasing, not wanting to make matters worse.

she doesn't answer me. her hyperventilated breathing switches to a complete lack of it. fuck.

"it's okay- it's okay." I try to kill the silence while still trying to get a grip on my train of thought. "I can get you bandaids or um bandages a-and some ice if you need it?"

my eyes scan around her frame frantically trying to see any indication of blood, bruises, scratches- just anything. which is made difficult by her baggy clothes- my clothes.

she finally looks up at me momentarily, before moving her attention back to the whiteboard.

'ice please'

she's sat in the fetal position in the corner of the couch. I walk over holding an ice pack, wrapped in a cloth. I sit beside her before handing it over- taking note of her hesitant expression.

"what's up? you okay?"

her eyes gesture towards her thighs. I feel awful.

"oh um- I-I can give you some space I'm sorry - it's okay" I get up and head towards the kitchen table, sitting down and facing away from the sofa- partially.

she tugs down the sweatpants I let her borrow - way too big for her but she's comfortable. on the first morning she was here, I let her scroll on various clothing websites so she could pick out some stuff she liked. she only picked the essentials- I'd already offered for her to wear my clothes which i think meant she didn't see shirts or pants as essential, feeling too guilty to ask for much. while my heart feels warm seeing her in my clothes, it quickly gets shot down when I think about why. she wears them with the strings pulled and knotted tight around her hips aswell as cuffed at the bottom of the legs.

I peer out the corner of my eyes- it's hard not to. in the moment I try to rationalise it by saying that I'm looking to see any serious damage to her, but the real reason for this (and probably everything I'm doing) is my pent up feelings for her. the curiosity gets interrupted when she's finished tugging them down and I can see the full extent of her bruising.

oh my god.

her skin has large red and purple blemishes- the newest ones. not only these but there's scattered bruises indicating various ages- blueish ones, yellowish ones, brown ones. some I can tell are from someone's fingertips. there's also some scarring- clearly intentional ones. knowing her history, it's hard to tell if they are hers or his.

she places the covered ice pack on the largest of the new bruises. I watch as she gently moves her finger across the other bruises, wincing when she goes over another red one.

I shouldn't have looked but now that I know she needs another ice pack I have no choice but to get her one. I dig around in the freezer for a bag of frozen vegetables, wrapping that in another cloth. I grab some pain killers from the cupboard and water out the refrigerator, heading in her direction while averting my eyes from her legs.

she looks up at me with her wide eyes- seemingly not embarrassed.

I begin to pass her the medicine and water but she taps the space next to her. I place myself down, holding various items to help her. she doesn't seem uncomfortable - the closest thing to a positive emotion I think she could get right now. she removes the cool from my lap and places it on her other leg, trying to get a comfortable position that also holds up both packs. I watch her with undoubtedly sympathetic eyes while I try to think of ways to cheer her up.

READER'S POV

I hope matt doesn't see less of me.

he's leant back on the couch next to me. I think one of the hardest parts about being around him is the fact that I really want to be. its so easy to be around him - I feel comfortable, safe and there's a third feeling I try desperately to bury down.

the scattered bruises have begun to cool down, finally dulling the burning ache. I lay back on the couch, relaxing my body, exhaling loudly. I turn my head towards matt, seeing him already staring down at me. he looks calm. I flicker my eyes back and forth between his. he does the same, quickly flicking towards my mouth for a quick second but immediately darting back to my eyes as if with regret. I shuffle closer, burying my head in the crook of his neck and gripping his shirt to relax into him further. his arm reaches across the side of the couch and around my waist. the embrace is the most comforting I've had for years.

I think back to last night. seeing him again. having to kiss him again - feel him again. it was horrible before but knowing now how gentle and simple love could be now, all of the time, it felt even worse somehow.

he was stood in front of the stairs when I opened the door. I didn't expect him to be awake. I had hoped desperately that he was asleep.

"where y'been." he spoke roughly.

my entire body feels like I'm being stabbed by millions of tiny needles. my fight or flight going off the radar. I push my back against the front door.

"y'ignoring me or still not talkin'?" he steps closer and I'm frozen in fear. he reaches towards me - his fingertips brushing over my neck where the bruise still sits.

"a week is pretty fucking long. I was worried about you."

his fingertips start to increase their pressure on my neck.

"yknow you left me right? abandoned me? had me hurting myself, all worried and shit."

he reaches behind me and locks the front door, maintaining eye contact.

"ya with someone? someone take you?"

his thumb caresses my cheek.

"I never meant to hurt you." liar. "yknow that?"

he leans his head down pressing his lips to my cheek, slowly trailing down to the bruise on my neck as his grip on me tightens a little. "it's been so long. I needed you." he continues in-between the kisses. "say something,"

he physically detaches himself from me completely, staring me dead in the eyes with a look void of emotion. "you're serious?" I nod at him, mt finger indicating towards my neck. he sighs and heads towards the couch. "cmon" he mutters as he walks. I walk over slowly, trailing behind him and watching as he scrambles around for some scrap paper and a pen.

this isn't the first time I'd ran away. the first time I ran to a hospital - begging them with my out of control bloody nose to not let him find me. I couldn't bare it anymore. I hadn't been able to bare it a long time before that. they assured me he wouldn't get in. they promised me. then there he was, walking in as if he owned the place and stood by my hospital bed; whispering sweet lies about how he'd be better, how he loved me and how he didn't mean to. it was bullshit and I knew it. but I can pinpoint the exact moment I gave in.

he caressed my hand with his thumb - the way he used to when we were better. I watched as tears brimmed his waterline and I watched as he covered his face with his palm, quietly sobbing. thats when my guard - my resistance dropped. "i-i can go if you want. I can go and I'll never see you again. b-but know that I didn't mean to. I really never meant to hurt you. please believe me." he weeped, holding my palm with both his hands as if pleading for me to love him still. I still can't tell who was more pathetic in that moment.

I'm sat next to him now as he slides the paper and pen across the glass table towards me.

"go on. write something." I tap the pen against it, not knowing where to start. "tell me what you're here for" he encourages, eyes full or faux sympathy.

there's always these moments that made me feel like I could be okay. the weekend I left, we'd almost had the most perfect day ever. he was off work, decided I'd been good enough to head to some stores. there was an adorable vintage store where he bought me my favourite band CDs and he even let me stock up on snacks in the house. he was smiling. he was happy. and that meant I could be happy. but then we ran into nick and chris. he wasn't happy at all after that. he felt threatened.

my heartbeat begins to thud louder than my thoughts, unsure of any excuses i could make that wouldnt get me into trouble. my eyes flicker toward his - a new idea sparking in my head on how to keep relatively safe and get what I need to. a stupid idea. his eyes peer into mine and I take the opportunity to gently press my lips to his. he relaxes into me, gripping my hair to deepen the kiss. i think it's the first time I had ever kissed him first. I went from being a nervous teenager, too shy to initiate anything, then to who I am now and not having a choice in the matter. my hands hesitantly are placed on his shoulder while his hands move to my hips - digging into my skin. he didn't question it. probably too taken aback with what happened to try and interrupt it with questions.

I woke up alone, naked but he'd at least taken the time to cover me with a blanket. a note was on the paper in front of me.

'@ work. help yourself to anything. I'm really glad you're home and I'll try to get off early. love u.'

fuck you.

I stand up immediately, rushing to put my clothes back on and running up the stairs to the bedroom. I grab a bag and pack it with the items I deem most vital. panties, bras, my notebooks, my sketchbooks and pencils, some old polaroid photos I'd somehow managed to keep all these years. there's one more thing I need. I root around all the drawers in a hurry. pulling them out, scurrying through them and closing them again.

where.

I pant heavily, hands gripping my face to try and ward off a panic attack. I check one of the drawers off the closet. lifting out various items.

got it.

I put everything back in, desperately trying to keep everything as neat as it had been previously. I run down the stairs, still hyperventilating from pure terror. I push open the door, taking large strides away from the house and ignoring the fact that I'd left it unlocked. the fear sets in deeper. I start speed walking - faster and faster until I'm sprinting up the street. it's a relatively simple journey to matt's house now that I know where it is. I memorised the streets names on my way down to ensure I could get back to him. I kept running, stifling sobs as I went.

the house was quiet when I got back, im grateful that they all tend to sleep until late morning. I slowly creep into matt's room, finally breathing at a regular pace. i cautiously bury the bag under the bed - my passport secure inside it - before slipping into my sleep clothes. I don't bother leaving the room, convinced that he's deep asleep and not wanting to make further noise and draw attention to myself. i slide under the covers on the opposite side of the bed to matt, I struggle to bury down the emotions I'd been putting off.

I'm done. I'm done. he's gone.

gone. he's gone.

it's over.

but as usual I can still feel his hands on me.

the hand I let him put on me.

and I fucking hate myself for it.

𐙚🧸ྀི

a/n , I tried to be really careful with this, this is a topic personal to me so I think I'm okay at knowing certain triggers and the right way to talk about this topic but if anyone has a criticism in my way of talking about it , please tell me so I can do better <3

alsooo matt stuff very very soon !! this is probably the last part of just setting up the scene

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ - mi

tags: @pair-of-pantaloons @oopsiedaisydeer @corspebridedelrey @faiyaz555 @izzylovesmatt

(let me know if you only want to be tagged to certain fics of anything I don't mindd)

[breoff]

UMMM can I ask you about your personal headcanons about Geoff. like just any headcanons whether its out of character or not....hehehe

YESS here! tell me if you like them or not ^_^ ill try to make this organised as possible

Also I know you only asked for hcs but Im going to use this ask to insert my Geoff self-redesign as well

bsbsbsbs

Basic info + Design changes

- Geoff’s pansexual if you can’t tell by those stars. But he can also go by unlabelled since I think he’d be kind of lazy to dive into allat sexuality complicated stuff (me fr)

Some design changes; his jacket is supposed to be a confetti-like pattern cause he loves parties and its adorable ^_^ sunglasses and he should def have flowy hair that’s somewhat messy for a surfer look

ALSO. I STAND FOR LONG HAIR GEOFF I WANNA PUT MY FINGERS THROUGH HIS HAIR GRAHH

I love his confidence but GET HIM A SHIRT.. I wouldnt mind seeing his abs for some scenes thogugh DROOLS but wear it pslspps.

He wears bracelets, one of them has shapes with stars to match with his friends and for fashion :D I didnt draw it, but its supposed to be there on a close-up

He’s tanned? He goes out to the beach, a LOT. Thought it was a nice touch

Background/Family

Geoff’s family is wealthy af!!, he lives on those hills and a large sum of their money comes from his father. His father is a well-paid talkshow host, which is kinda the cause of Geoff’s extroverted nature and high reputation. In TDA/TDWT aftermath, I imagined him to be following his father steps. It’s like a Father-like-son dynamic, y’know :-9 I have an oc of his father, if you ever wanna see that

With (canonically) so many siblings, Geoff’s parents regularly get tired but thanks to Geoff for being a great older brother to all of em, he’s usually the one managing the kids. -> He loves playing with kids, i hc that strongly. He’d be such a fun dad and brother ..,

Gulp as in I also have a brother oc for Geoff. Oh my god I wanna show you his family I designed 😞

Although they’re rich, Geoff still picks up voluntary jobs. His favourite was working in a surfer’s shack for a short while LOL. He’s doing this because he doesn’t want to make himself look too reliant on his father’s money, and partially because he likes to experience many different things.

Miscellaneous

- As compared to Brody and Bridgette, Geoff still can be quite clumsy when he’s attempting to surf. Surfing isn’t his best skill, however playing football is! He’s a literal quarterback for it in his school. But he’s more quiet on his status in football and he’s hoping to be more recognised as a person who’s better at surf

- Oh other than football and surfing, Geoff LOVES volleyball. He plays it so damn much on the beach.

- This is a random thing to put but he wouldn’t hesitate to cross dress. HAHA, princess Geoffrey..

- Geoff can be VERY petty at times. Using Alejandro as an example, if you asked him a question about him, he’d say he doesn’t care much and he has already dropped all of his grudges long ago but it clearly looks like he’s done barely either of em

- Sort of two-faced. Er, also slightly passive-aggressive. I got this hc from combining how he acted in aftermaths and outside of it. Like dude, in aftermath I think everyone can agree it feels like a Geoff with zero empathic feel. So uhm, put together, you’d get a Geoff that can be comforting but also an absolute jerk.

- More on Geoff being a jerk, he’s insanely dismissive. He’ll look so attentive when you vent to him, but if you’re just only an acquaintance or a normal friend he sees from time to time, he’ll brush it off after you’re done and forget your name. xD

- Geoff doesn’t know a lot of names. He has a huge social circle but he only has little friends he willingly wants to get close with. (Surprisingly)

- Very disconnected from the internet. Yeah, he has that social media life, but he’s that guy that only posts pictures with a super short caption before he vanishes for months. He doesn’t know what the word, ‘silly’ is or what ‘skibidi’ is and he doesn’t plan to find out. He also gets super frustrated if he hears the word too much, wishing people would just talk NORMALLY for once 🥀🥀

He is. very pissed about the future. Sorta. Everyone in this generation is somewhat chronically online I think, and if you’re one of them, Geoff would GREATLY hope that you put your phone away and bring you out on as many hangouts just to get you out of your house

- Chronic alcoholic.. sad hc, but I can def see Geoff drinking a lot. I hc this drinking problem to start way younger when he was around 16-17. He thought it was a badass thing to do, but sadly he hasn’t outgrown his obsession ever since

- He’s affectionate, but he’s even MORE affectionate when he’s drunk. When he’s a lil dizzy he’ll start saying a buncha things like “brah I love you!!” and give you endless tight hugs

- He enjoys those pet widget games. Idk if you know what I’m talking about but it’s those adorable mobile apps that gives you a pet (e.g a cat) to take care of everyday and he’s now raising one with Brody

He’s also emotionally invested in these virtual pet games and tends to forget they’re not real. He def does reminders on his pet a lot like “Bro, did you feed our cat today :(“

I have way more than you think but those are probably too hard to understand and my headcannons for him are all over the place

I’ll come back to this when I can add more, I love talking about him >_<

[urlocalmultigroupfan]

without you. (pt.1)

pairing: lee felix x female reader

summary: you have been best friends with the 00 liners+chan for a while now. now everyone is in college and when you begin to devolop feelings, its gettimg hard to choose...

tags/warnings: college skz, liking multiple people at a time, fluff, angst, reader struggles with anxiety and depression, cussing, partially proofread

a/n: so this is my first post! its based off of a create yiur own story with stray kids! pls ignore the fact that there is seemingly no age difference 😭😭 it makes the story a lot easier to write for me! this will for sure be a series! let me know if there are any mistakes!

when you were fifteen, you, seungmin, amd hyunjin went to the pool a lot during the summer. youlooked a lot older than you actually were, so one day, when you were about to get into the pool, you were apporached by someone. he looked to be in hughschool, or maybe even worse...college.

hyunjin had immediately stepped in front of you. "she's not interested," he said firmly. "you better stop," seungmin said, shielding you with his arms. the guy kept coming towards you, however, but just when he was right in front of you, three boys apppeared. "hey man, she said back off," one of them said. "shes uncomfortable," another said. the guy lifted up his hands and rolled his eyes, backing away. "okay, man, jeez.."

once he left, one of them turned around. he had freckles and a boyish face, which was currently scrunched together in concern. "are you okay?" he asks in a thick austrilian accent. you nod briefly, but really, you're beginning to find it hard to breathe. your heart begins to make a tattoo on your chest and the edges of your vision begins to blur. you vaguely hear everyone introuduce themselves ("im han!" "felix!" "im chan. nice to meet you guys-") after hyunjin and seungmin introduce themselves, everyone turns to you. you open your mouth, but you can't speak-

"are you really okay...?" felix asked gently, and you shook your head. hyunjin drew in a sharp breath and pulled you to a lounge chair. han, the boy with glasses, followed, along with everyone else. "i have panic attacks all the time, too." you glance up at him for a moment and then close your eyes. "just breathe in and out," he says kindly.

soon, your panic attack is over. you feel slightly embarrased, but still grateful, nonetheless. you glance down at your shoulder and realize that felix's hand is on your shoulder. a blush creeps up to your cheeks and he looks down as well, seeming to notice just now that we was doing that. you immediately look over at hyunjin and you grow even more red at the sight of his face. he looks jealous... you think before smiling weakly. "i'm so sorry..." you apologize under your breath. "that was mortifying.." chan smiles at you kindly. his australian accent is pronounced when he speaks. "its okay. we're glad your safe." han nods eagerly. meanwhile felix has a small pink spot on his cheeks and is looking down at the ground.

"i think its time for us to get going," hyunjin says stiffly. "come on, y/n. we should go tell your mom," seungmin says as he gathers your stuff and puts it into a bag. you look back up at the other boys. "are you guys visitng?" younask, oblivious to seungmin's rolling of the eys at your friendliness after what just happened and hyunjin's glare. chan nods. "me and felix are visiting from australia, actually, and han over here is from malaysia." he smiles widely. "well, you can come by my house if you want! i can show you around town," you continue shyly. "that is, if you want to go." felix speaks first, immediately agreeing to your offer. you suddenly pull everyone in for a hug. "i can tell we're going to be friends for a while!" you squeal.

now, however, you stand in a college dorm, boxes haphazardly placed on your bed, the desk, and the floor. your arms are around all 5 of them, your smile filled with joy. it feels foreign on your face; at home, you don't normally feel happy.

however, you're not at home anymore. you're at the seoul national university. all 5 of your friends made it in, and you're moving in to your shared dorm with none other than... han jisung!

"thanks guys," you say, chan leans his head onto your shoulder. "of course, y/n!" felix says happily. "hey, this isn't only your dorm, y/n," jisung says jokingly. you giggle. "yes, jisung, i know," you say with fake annoyance. he nudges you with his shoulder and hurls himself onto the bed. "this is going to be so much fun!" hyunjin throws a pillow st him and jisung looks shocked. once he recovers, however, nowhere is safe, as he hurls his (many unneeded) pillows at hyunjin. chan ducks as a misthrown one comes flying at his head and seungmin gets hit in the back. felix ends up getting a face full of pillow, however, and you laugh so hard you feel like you could die. he pins you to the wall to shut you up, and no one else is watching. your breath hitches as you look into his eyes and he looks down at your lips. his adam's apple bobs. he releases you gently and looks away. you look at hyunjin. his hair shines in the sunlight coming through the window, and his smile makes you want to fall to your knees. he looks so fucking hot. i could just stare at him all day- but you look away in time to see chan looking at you. his eyes are shining brightly as he watches you happily before he turns away.

later on, all of you are sitting on the floor on your stomachs watching young sheldon on your computer. you look over at hyunjin at a particulary funny part, but you see him staring out the window and around the room. seungmin looks up. he follows your gaze. "hyunjin." hyunjin turns around, remembering what was going on. "hm?" "stop staring out the window and watch the damn show please." he laughs. "sorry, its just... wow. we've grown up so much." you reach over seungmins arm and pause the show. han groans. "come on, y/n! we're about to get to a good part!" chan exclaims, and felix pouts. hyunjin continues like they aren't complaining at the top of their lungs. "when we first met, guys, we were fifteen," he emphasizes. "now look at us." he looks at each of you in turn.

everyone all silent for minute until chan says dryly, "wow. i didn't know my dongsaeng was so wise," a smirk on his face. "aish-" hyunjin says before standing up and tackling chan. your eyes widen and a surprised laugh comes out. felix looks at you, eyes shining bright, and han and seungmin just sit there in shock.

its so nice to have such helpful friends.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

aita for flirting with my online friend 🌐❓

i (20s, trans man) have been getting closer to my online friend (same as me). we were mutuals for a while in what i can best describe as an online writing community but only started actually talking last year when i approached him to do a project together. we've been pretty strictly platonic for the last year but this year it's ramped up a bit (in part i think due to greater proximity)- we make a lot of sexual jokes at each other. now that's not necessarily a big deal because we do it at other male (and not male in his case) friends of ours, its just sort of how our circle interacts with each other, but it's a bit different for me because i do actually have somewhat of a crush on him. i'm not super sure of how he feels towards me, but i do think he knows at least partially how i feel and is at least humouring our banter.

now here's where i feel like an asshole. i have no intention of dating him at all- even if he does like me back, the reality is that we live on two entirely separate continents and neither of us have the financial means to go see each other. now you could suggest we date long distance or online but i've done that like 4 different times now with 4 different people and i just know it doesn't work for me, for a variety of reasons i won't get into. just trust me when i say it would end poorly. i'm not on speaking terms with any of my exes (nor do i want to be, bar one) and my friend is important enough to me that if we ended up like that then i'd be really upset about it. usually when i break up with someone or am broken up with i'm left with a lot of resentment and bitterness. plus our writing project would be tanked, which i'm not willing to jeopardise because i think it's excellent, he's a great partner.

in addition to that i'm only a few months out of a pretty rough breakup with someone i also had viewed as a close friend (irl, not online). i'm not conflating them here, because they aren't alike whatsoever, but i worry that im using my friend as an emotional rebound to cope with what my ex did to me, even if he doesn't know it. i don't want my ex back and i am honestly still feeling a lot of anger towards him, so it's been nice putting my attention and libido elsewhere. however i know how shitty it feels to be someone else's rebound guy and would hate to do that to my friend. plus i could be stunting my own healing progress?? idk

it initially was just a bit of fun but i've had to privately and seriously talk myself down from getting jealous as fuck when my friend has had other people jokingly (or not jokingly, who knows) flirt with him. i'm a pretty intense person (hi, bpd) so i've been trying to reign myself back and keep things chill and funny between us but i'm getting kind of concerned whether i should stop entirely so my feelings go away or if im fine enjoying giving and being given attention in return, even if it doesn't lead anywhere. even just liking him is kind of breaking three of the rules i'd set for myself after my last few relationship disasters (no more online stuff, no more white boys, let my brain cool down and dont be interested in anyone for at least a year) so i kind of just don't know where i should be taking this if anywhere

[villainsimpqueen]

Undead Melodies

Underfell Sans x Reader

chapter: 8

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Ring ring

Sorry but the person you have dialed is not picking up, please leave a message after the tone.

b e e e p 

"Hey tori. it's me again…This is like voicemail 7.

We're still alive and in snowdin. Working at Grillby's bar has been pretty good. The monsters seemed to like my band's music and Grillby let me bring the kids to work with me. 

He gives them color pages to doodle on while I'm performing. I thought it was cute that he kept them and hung them up on the bar. But I learned that he's been selling the kids' art works. Turns out monsters will pay a lot of gold for a one of a kind piece made by a living human child. He even gives Frisks some of the money, definitely not a whole lot but I didn't feel the need to sit anything since he practically babysits them when I'm performing and well like he said all our meals are free. Don't worry though, I'm making sure the kids are eating veggies too. 

Oh Neo gave me keys to a bigger room. His mom Lorena granted us to stay in one of the suites. So the kids gave their own room now and I have mine. We also have a small living area combined with a small kitchen. It's nice. She still wont let me pay for the room so I've been buying stuff from her shop….She slips in free snacks for the kiddos. 

Sans Brother Papyrus still chases me on sight. But ya know ...I think he's doing it because he finds fun in it now more than to culture us to drag to be executed by King Asgore. 

And sans? Yea the guy is still a dickhead, but at least i can trust him to be a dickhead. Despite him acting like he's not, I know he's been tag teaming with Grillby in watching the kids at the bar. The sudden influx of  the kids in their book bags is getting suspicious. 

He still keeps conversations short between us and I don't mind it but it's strange how he seems to keep his distance acting like a complete jackass one second but the next he has Frisk and Flowey on his lap at the bar coloring with them. 

I found out from him that Papyrus had not snitched us out so someone called Undyne, so i guess that's good. 

Waterfall is closed down something about a big flood so it's going to be longer before I can get frisk to their home. I hope the kids' parents aren't losing their shit too badly ... .i've started teaching the kids..Im shitbat home schooling so i'm doing the basics, reading, comprehension, basic math. they seem to be doing well……" Sigh…" I wish you were with us Tori, I feel utterly lost. 

This place is just so different. I've been in a couple of fights already, nothing too bad. I've learned to handle myself but hiding my face and stuff to be human looking I think is really doxxing me out here. i started to think about just saying fuck it and ditch the glove and face mask but…i dont know if that will make it worst. i wish you could pick up or text me back, i could really use your advice………………..Welp, that's all this week, i'll call again next week…Bye.``

You sighed, staring at the phone before pushing out of your bed. It was five am and you couldn't sleep, you felt so heavy.

depression

You knew it well. You changed into clothes, you were able to buy a few fits. Pulling on a yellow sweater Lorena had stitched up for you and some banter you pulled on your boots and your best hoodie on. Grabbing your phone and keys you quietly walked out of your room and checked on the kids. 

Frisk and Flowey were knocked out clean and you chuckled before carefully closing their bedroom door and heading to the kitchen. Grabbing one of their coloring pages you left a note and headed out of the suite making sure everything was locked before you walked down the hall. 

The lobby was empty and you headed out into the cold winter morning. Ice and snow crunching under your boots as you walked through the chilled town of snowdin. Not a monster in sight as you dug your hands into your pockets and walked. Breathing in and out the cold air from your jaw. fog forming from your mask. 

The exposed bones you had were starting to ache, they always felt like they were aching lately. 

You weren't sure where to go but you just started a pace until you ended up at Grillbys.

It was closed, you were sure, but you noticed the lights on and reached for the door finding it unlocked. You felt a sense of alarm and opened the door walking in the small bell ringing as you did. 

You had thought someone broke in, but you calmed seeing the purple flame monster behind the bar cleaning and setting up for the day his back turned to you.

"Another nightmare Sans?" The man's words crackled  like firewood before turning to spot you.

"Oh…Y/n..You do know my establishment is closed right now right?" 

You felt shy suddenly.

"Shit..yea i know Grillby i just saw the lights on and the door was unlocked and thought someone broke in..Came to make sure you weren't getting robbed. I can get out tho." 

You explained but Grillby shook his head beckoning you to the bar and you found yourself at a barstool rather quickly.

"You are up early." His voice crackled and he seemed to be busy with something.

"Couldn't sleep, had too much on my mind." You answered by crossing your arms on the bar top. 

Grillby turned, placing a steaming mug down in front of you. It smelled good, like hot chocolate but you could smell a hint of spices.  You watched as Grillby placed down a straw not having you reach over in a holder to grab one. Guess he noticed you using them alot to keep your lower face hidden.

"I will not press. But between the hours of 5am to 8am anything that happens or is shown in this bar is strictly confidential." Grillby said sternly before turning to clean glassware. 

You paused. Eye moving to your gloved hand, your teeth feeling suddenly itchy as the mask brushes against them. Your gloved hand ached from the sweat that was already forming from the heated leather. 

Can I really? 

You glanced up seeing that Grillby  did not pay you any attention as he was focused on working and you looked at the mug and straw again.

fuck it. confidential is confidential. And Grillby fucking hates rats so why would he be one? 

Mind made you work your glove off your left hand allowing the bones to breathe once again. You then pulled down the bandana that had been your mask letting it rest around your neck and you pulled out that sparkly small bow from your pocket pulling your long bangs from your right eye socket uncovering and pinning the hair away. 

You reached for the mug and brought it to your teeth, tipping it back and letting the warm liquid pour into your mouth, your tongue forming and tasting it.

It was hot chocolate with a hell of a delicious kick. It warmed your bones and then your body and you let out a sigh of enjoyment.

"Thanks, I can pay for it, ya know." You spoke up, setting the mug down, nursing it in your hands.

"There's no need really y/n, it's just hot ch-" His voice cut off with a series of crackles and you looked up from your mug realizing he was looking at you. 

You felt like your soul dropped, your hand itches and you felt your body charge with pent up energy ready to flee. 

Then Grillby relaxed, unstuffing and brought up a pitcher pot pouring more into your mug. 

"chocolate." He spoke once more, now composed. "A family recipe back before the war." He explained. 

You found yourself relaxing as well, and brought the mug closer to you again.

"The war?" You asked and Grillby nodded.

"Yes, I was in it and I was one of the few to survive in my family." He explained and moved to his register setting up the tills.

"You're a veteran?" 

"Yes.. Though I made a place for myself afterwards…" He made a hand motion showcasing the diner and you felt yourself smile more. 

"A pretty nice place for yourself." You hummed bringing the mug to your face.

"Yes indeed." He spoke before looking at you. "I've lived so long I was sure that I have seen everything, so pardon my surprise, I've never seen a human being half skeleton and being alive. " 

You found yourself shrugging. 

"I'm a decaying corpse, I know it looks shitty." You commented before sipping more of your hot chocolate.

"Quite opposite actually." Grillby's works crackled as he turned leaning on the counter to look at you. 

"It's quite a fascinating biological phenomenon. Like an entire different species, had something like this appeared four hundred years ago during the war, it would have questioned everything. It still questions everything. my own mind and morals don't know rather to despise you or find familiar bonds with you." He moved closer to look at your face more closely.

"May i?" He asked and you shrugged watching one of his purple flamed hands reach to your jaw and he glided his fingers over it turning your head so he could study the bone structure.

You let out a slight hiss but held back from jerking. 

"Too hard?" He hummed letting go of your jaw and grabbing your hand studying it.

"ah a bit, they just feel a lot more sensitive than usual." You admitted towards him. "Part of why I couldn't sleep."

Grillby hummed and moved away from you heading to the bar's kitchen before coming back placing a bottle of mustard. 

"Go one and take some sips of this." He motioned for you to drink, you must've showed your disgust on your face because he chuckled.

"It's for joint relief. Sans has mild arthritis pains so I made this remedy for him to help lessen the pains. Of course I am assuming you may have it as well, which will lessen the pain, But if I were you I'd go to Sans about the bone pains." Grillbys explained and you sighed, taking the bottle popping the cap off and bringing the mustard to your mouth squirting a load of it in-between your teeth.

You nearly choked on it. 

It was smokey, and slightly spicy with it being tangy. 

The mustard was quite thick, coating your tongue longer than it should as it dissolves. But the tingling that formed in your bones made you let out a sigh. 

"Yea…I'll shoot him a text when he's up." You said with a nod to confirm you will contact sans.

"He's already up, just passed by on his way to his stand. " Grillby had informed you. 

You looked at the flame monster then the bottle of mustard sighing. You grabbed the bottle and slid off the barstool and headed to the door. Pulling up your mask and glove on and letting your bangs fall over your Eye socket and you found yourself once again in the chili air. 

The walk did not seem to take so long as you found yourself quickly appearing at the stand. Sure enough Sans was in fact awake and at the stand seeming to be sitting in a chair, his legs on the stands counter as he leaned back playing on his phone. Your crunching footsteps caused his eyelights to snap up at you and you could see the confusion on his face.

"Er…What's up kid?" He questioned and you moved closer to the stand, setting the bottle of mustard down.

"I need help." You forced the words out, for some reason you didn't want to ask Sans for help.  You weren't even sure why, but maybe it was because you couldn't read him like you could with other monsters. He was unpredictable.

Yet Grillby was right, if you were having a bone problem, the fucker would be the best person to go to. It just meant you will have to finally show another person what you were ...You didn't even know what you were so it was unpleasant. You knew Grillby wouldnt rat you out just because of the business he ran alone. But sans? From what you saw he liked to talk shit about people and didn't seem the greatest with secrets. 

"Erm…Okay.." He muttered putting his phone down and moving his legs from the counter to sit up properly as he gave you a strange look.

"With what?" He muttered the question and you found you taking a deep breath before your hand moved to your mask. 

just rip it off like a bandaid. 

You tried to give yourself the courage but you noticed how sans eyelights immediately went to your mask before meeting you eyelight.  a curious look forming on his face. Your body stiffened, unsure if you could trust sans with something like this…

"Well? what the hell you want kid?" The skeleton snapped causing you to jump someone and glare back at him.

"Fucking wait a minute." You seethed back, before tugging down the bandana. Your jaw aches more being exposed fully to the cold winds and you found yourself hissing softly before moving your hair out of your eye sockets way focusing on sans for a moment until the eyelight wobbly came back in. Your eye socket felt like it was burning and you felt your other eye watering. You proceeded to take off your glove and roll your sweater sleeves to show the patches of exposed bone to him. When you looked at him you froze.

His eye sockets were empty with that solid black void. He did that sometimes when he wasn't all there or someone pissed him off at the bar. But now he was staring at you full force with that voided look and it made you feel regret. 

"y-Ya know…nevermind…" You found yourself forcing out hand flying to your bandana to rip it back up. You turned on your right ankle harshly feeling how the bones of your skeletal foot shot a sharp pain up your leg meaning you staggered for a moment. 

this was a bad idea..i shouldn't have listened to Grillby. 

Before you could take off running, a large skeleton hand was on your right shoulder causing his boney palm to slam into your exposed shoulder cuff causing bones to grind on bones with the thin layer of sweater between them, the aching grew and made you jump with pain and hiss out. 

"Shit kid." Sans muttered, losing his grip on your shoulder. He must've shortcutted directly behind you.

"Yea i can help…But ima have to see fully what were working with here…" 

Your head was already spinning before you could choke out a response and you were in a room which looked to be some kind of lab. 

You looked around nervously before looking up at sans who was already digging through some cabinets pulling out a medical pelvis wrap. 

He turned towards you, holding it out to you.

"Okay Y/n, ima need you to strip and get this on." He said but his eyelights refused to look at you. 

You stared at the robe before looking at him.

"You know I'm wearing boxers right?" You asked and saw him looking more nervous before snapping his eyelights to you snarling.

"Ya think if i knew that i would be giving you a damn robe. I dont know what you Humans fucking wear underneath your clothes." 

You couldn't help but to grin, your teeth ached.

"I promise I ain't going commando." You said but took the robe from him and began stripping down. 

You noticed how sans Moved towards a computer typing in a password and bringing up a blank note page, but also some files which look like to start a medical record. 

Huh..you ain't think sans could have been some type of doctor. Your eyes moved towards the lab equipment in the small lab and other things, you even saw a dusty picture frame that seemed to have a degree in it with sans name printed on it.

Guess this is what Grillby meant about coming to him.

Wrapping the robes over your boxers you made a throat clearing sound causing sans to finally turn and look over you, his eyelights vanishing from his sockets once again. 

You wondered if your body creeped him the hell out since you seemed human but had bones protruding out like if you were the corpse bride…

huh..Emily was so rocking that look..maybe id look better if my skin was blue? 

Sans motioned for you to sit down on a med bed and you did and he moved over, taking one of your arms and examining the exposed bone patches doing the same to your other arm before moving around the bed to look at your back. You felt his phalanges carefully prod at some exposed vertebrae on your upper spine and it caused you to jump letting out a hiss. 

"Sorry…they're pretty sensitive all of a sudden." you felt embarrassed and you weren't even sure why.

"Have you just been walking around with your bones just out?" He asked suddenly and the question made you confused. 

"I don't..really have a choice? wait…what do you mean? " You turned your head to look at him .

"Your bones are always just out!" 

Sans made a face at you before shaking his head. 

"No dumbass, not by clothing, oils." He huffed.

"............I was supposed to oil my bones?" 

"....So you just ran around allowing your bones to grind themselves down?" You felt your face making a face and sans sighed running a hand over his face.

"Okay…Okay…Start from the beginning kid. How the hell did this all happen?" He looked up at you and you felt yourself stiffen.

While Toriel had been the monster to tell some parts of your past you left a lot of details out. Just how you were sure you came back to life this way was a punishment. 

"Um…suicide…fail?" You muttered out. 

There was a silence between you two before the bed creaked and sans now sat beside you.

"I ain't gonna lie kid, I've never seen this before..I don't even know how you're alive…I can sit here and make theories or we can cut the shit and pull out your soul and I judge it. But doing so it will show me all your memories kid. I will know everything that is you, your entire being and then that can show me why you're like this…for the bone pains well, it's also gonna have to be close and personal, your magic is storing up in the joints and sockets. Meaning your body is producing too much magic than it needs. I can pop your bones for ya but….." He paused and you looked up to see his cheek bones glowing a dull red.

"I have the feeling you popping my bones is kinda intimate." You spoke up and watched sans scratch at his head.

"It is when you let your magic build up in your joints for this long…" 

A silence pass in the air again and you sighed 

"Will it stop the aching?" 

"Yea it'll stop it alright." 

"Would you be okay with this?"

Sans turned and looked at you.

"Kid, I should be the one asking you that." 

You shrugged. 

"I just want the pains to go away…and answers." You muttered.

"Is that ua consent?" Sans muttered looking away from you once again. The room felt awkward and you felt yourself slightly nervous and brought a hand to your chest. 

If I do this everything will be out.

You sighed.

"You won't rat anything out?" Your voice sounded weak, too shaky. 

"Nah kid, pretty sure that goes against patients, doctor shit." He muttered.

"So you a r e a doctor?" You asked and sans turned to you.

"Scientists…Ex one actually. "

huh. 

you didn't really see that, but seeing that you were in a lab and He seemed to know his way around it well. It made sense.

"Okay…yea you have my consent sans…Find out what's wrong with me." 

[aresmarked]

hey, ive seen a lot of good stuff about project sekai and mizuki's character on your blog and others whose opinions i trust and im intrigued to see what the hypes about, but i also swore i wouldnt play anymore gacha games after i got into arknights. do you know if theres a resource or website where i can read the story without having to interact with the gacha game elements?

hey! i can def help with that (and may i say, i'm truly delighted my rambles and others have piqued your interest, I've always appreciated your own analyses for other fandoms we've shared).

For just reading the story, though without L2D animations: sekai.best. Event stories, card stories, even the mini-convos that the characters have in the various areas, you can read them here. I'm constantly cross-referencing here when writing. You can also change in the settings what server you're looking at, so you can look at EN's translations, or at the stories only currently in JP for example.

For watching events with their official TLs: the official EN channel's playlists. Weirdly hard to find the channel so direct link here. Currently way behind as well. Someone noted, i think it was proseka-facts? that recording for this seems to happen on someone's phone.

For the most complete record of the story outside of the game's internal archive: the JP channel playlist. One playlist unlike EN, and updated far more regularly/frequently, currently only a single event behind (only the most recent event is not yet uploaded). However, no subtitles.

For the next most complete record where you can watch that has subs: this utterly massive playlist where the creator, bless them, is trying to have links to all the event story in one list. A bit behind, but is in-between the official EN and JP playlists.

However, since some channels have been delisted, and there have been times in the past I've noted some events only get partially TL'd (bless the TLers doing this on their own time) what I'd recommend is using sekai best's event list to see order and if an event isn't in the list, trying to search it up on its own, to see if anyone made a 'backup' for that event.. or if someone's TL'd it but the playlist owner just hasn't had the time to put it into the master playlist.

Hope this all helps! And I do look forward to your thoughts on it; would love to discuss sometime :3

[veilkeeper]

the emperor is basically roz's controlling boyfriend

disclaimer: *i do not hate the emperor and i am not admonishing anyone who likes him or interprets him in a different way. i actually really like the emperor as a character and i enjoy his writing. part of the joy of characters like this is that people can have vastly different interpretations and still have them all be rooted in canon. *im going to be speaking specifically about my tav throughout this. im using their name as a way to specify that this is my tav's experience and feelings, and not necessarily every tav's experience and feelings. *im only partway through act 3. this is talking about roz's feelings during and immediately following the scene in question. they may change and develop later.

so you know how when you meet raphael at sharess' caress he temporarily breaks the PC's connection to the emperor to give them privacy, and then as soon as you leave the devil's den the emperor slides into your proverbial DMs demanding to know where you were?

let's talk about that.

for folks who haven't been following the roz saga, let me set the scene really quickly. roz is a githyanki tav. the "dream visitor" took the form of the elven priestess who took them in when they were a teenager. it was a relationship that was pretty bad for roz, but they were always loyal to her. roz trusted the dream visitor and completely betrayed their queen to protect them. when the emperor reveal rolled around, roz refused the astral-touched tadpole but failed the save and became a partial-illithid against their will. they've been having a bad time because of that, mostly because everyone in the party had really bad reactions to them becoming partial-illithid and now they feel gross and unwanted.

so now that the truth is out about the emperor being a mind flayer, roz is a little conflicted. on one hand, he's already lied to them about a lot of stuff, and they can't tell when he's manipulating them or being genuinely vulnerable. on the other hand, he has been protecting them, and in a time where they feel very off-kilter and alone, he's the only one who doesn't seem fazed by their new... everything. he reaches for a sort of intimacy and implies a sort of understanding between them that roz craves but doesn't know how to reciprocate when everything feels uncertain.

needless to say, their feelings are complicated, and roz feels... trapped, for lack of a better word. despite their hesitation, they have to rely on him - he's the one keeping them from transforming into a mind flayer, and if roz fucks up with him then the whole group is in danger.

and it is on roz - correct me if im wrong, but at this point in the game it seems like the emperor has given up on manipulating everyone else. i say that because party members stopped commenting on dream visits even before the emperor reveal; the first two visits everyone had a "so, i had another visit from our mysterious protector last night" but after that those conversations stopped. it seems that the emperor picked out roz as the best person to focus all his attention on, and as it turns out, all of the emperor's attention is a lot.

which brings us to raphael. the first thing he does when he turns his attention to roz is shut out the emperor... and the dialogue when that happens is interesting.

*For the first time since the nautiloid, your mind is clear. It's... unsettling.* Roz: I feel... empty. What did you do?

unsettling. empty.

i think this is the moment that makes roz realize just how... present the emperor has been. they've been passively aware that he's around; as early as the grove the dream visitor is pointing out tadpoles to pick up, and since making it to the city he's made a few comments on the environment. but this is the first time it's really clicked for them that he's been here, in their head, paying attention, ever since they woke up on the nautiloid.

how much has he learned about them? how much has he seen? how could they ever trust a single word he says when he knows exactly how to manipulate them?

it's a terrifying thought, isn't it? to realize all at once that someone else truly does hold all the cards.

they need time to think, and making a deal with a devil while they're freaking out internally seems like a recipe for disaster, so they say no to raphael's deal. and when they walk outside, all of their fears are confirmed by a little voice in their head, questioning them before the door is even closed behind them.

The Emperor: There you are. I thought I'd lost you. Something was blocking me from hearing your thoughts.

he just says it. mask off, he tells roz as if it is the most natural thing in the world for him to hear their thoughts, always. it feels like he's making fun of them, suddenly. like they're on the wrong end of a practical joke and they only just realized, right before it was time to deliver the punchline.

they don't know how to navigate this conversation. they're frozen. they don't want to tell him anything but they know being too evasive will only draw suspicion and whether they like it or not, they still need him.

they're as vague as they can be. it was raphael, he wants the crown. they hope it's enough but of course it isn't - the emperor asks what raphael offered them.

Roz: Does it matter? I said no. The Emperor: I'm glad you had the sense to turn him down. But it certainly does matter. [...] So I ask again - what were the terms of the deal he offered you?

it isn't enough to have said no, it isn't enough that they told him it was raphael. the emperor needs to know everything, and that's the problem, isn't it? he talks about being allies but he has the upper hand, always has, and he won't tolerate roz knowing anything he doesn't. if he isn't in control of the situation then he wants to be, and he has the power over them to make sure they do exactly what he wants.

so they tell him the terms of the deal. they wonder if it's too late to turn around and accept it, if raphael would be willing to shut the emperor out of their head while they took the hammer into the prism, so they didn't have this looming over them a second longer.

but as they expected, the emperor knows exactly what to say to plant that seed of doubt, to make sure they stay in his influence.

The Emperor: I trust that you will continue to remember who is really on your side. Without my protection, you cannot defeat the elder brain. You cannot even get close to it. No matter what the devil whispers in your ear.

he knows them. more than they ever wanted him to. they never told him anything, but he knows them better than anyone else they've ever met. and worst of all, they never gave him permission. for any of it. he has crept into every corner of their mind unbidden, looked through their eyes, seen some of the most intimate and personal moments of their life, changed them, all without permission.

yet as much as they want to get away, they can't. he's not wrong - they need him, and the only other person who can protect them, orpheus himself, will probably try to kill them on sight if they try to free him. and if that wasn't enough, the means to free orpheus in the first place is locked behind making a terrible deal with a skeevy devil or going on a heist to the hells that the emperor will watch every single moment of.

they feel violated. they feel manipulated. they feel like a puppet on a string. they feel helpless. and they feel like they can't breathe a word of it to anyone, not just because the emperor will hear it, but because they still don't know if their companions even want anything to do with them.

the emperor feels like a controlling boyfriend. the kind who grills roz on where they've been and demands to know everyone they've talked to. the kind who belittles them and tells them that they need him, and then turns around and tells them that they're the only one he trusts and he's so glad to have them.

at every turn they're being manipulated by people; guys with power who try to offer them whatever might sway them. but the emperor might be the worst of all of them, because he doesn't just want their cooperation - he's taking it, in the most insidious way he possibly can.

[flaming-cactus]

For the number ask game! As always feel free to pick and choose :): 1, 6, 16, 20 (actually please do 20 if you can I love when people rant about their favorite movies to me :3), 32, 42, 48, 50

Also here's a Nebby to brighten your [whatever time you see this]

1, a nickname of mine. Whoa only one? But which one tho.. eh i’ll just name the ones i remember. Angry octopus, double strawberries, Ollie/Oli, Ollie bear, ollie pop, oliver bear when my parents are being weirdos, i think thats all of them

6, about my best friend. Huhhhhhhh idek who my best friend is rn. I guess I’ll go with the girl i’ve been friends with for like a month but who i talk to everyday about pretty much anything just because. I call her jellyfish, she likes metal music (more specifically metal bands with female vocalists (partially cuz she’s in love with all of them)), she likes dark colors, her birthday is december 21st (whaaat no ofc i didnt have to go back and check our texts to remember when her birthday is), she’s a year younger than me but we’re in the same grade (we met in school), she likes making edits and playing video games (favorite is skyrim i think)

16, something i like about my personality. Oh fuck this is hard ;-; uhhhh i guess i like that im what my (previously mentioned) friend calls an empath. For some reason people feel like drawn to me and feel like they can open up almost immediately. Sometimes thats not a good thing tho, its gotten me into two manipulative friendships 👍 moving on

20, favorite movie. i think my all time favorite will always be when harry met sally because..idk it just is, i like romcoms but that one is lowk the best. I like how it shows them at different points in their lives and i like that, as in most romcoms, they end up together. Also the part where they’re having lunch together is the best because like 1, it was funny and the part where the other lady was like ‘i’ll have what she’s having’ was just awesome and 2, why the fuck did sally get a sandwich with that much fucking meat on it if she’s just gonna pick all of it off and leave like one slice of meat?? Anyways, my current favorite is probably spider man into the spider verse just cuz its cool and i like the animation and it has ✨the feels✨

32, a little known fact. Im assuming this is supposed to be a fact about myself but if not im sorry um anyways i feel like i barely know myself so i dont even know what to say. Instead i leave you with this. Wombats shit cubes. Maybe thats a well known fact idk but its my favorite fact for some reason

42, my favorite halloween costume. I havent worn one in like 7-8 years and i hated all of them cuz um kids halloween costumes are itchy as fuck and i had sensory issues that i didnt even realize until like 2 years ago but i guess wonder woman?

48, something i wanna do before I die. I dont really have like a bucket list but i wanna get snake bites and tattoos just cuz. And i guess have a dope roommate someday.

50, 😭😭😭 i suck at making things up but um have this picture of the big spider i made last year

Ignore the other stuff

Also i dont think im ever gonna put the eyes on it

and for you, 1,2,18,20,23,38,43,48 and 50. thats kind of a lot so feel free to pick and choose also thank you for the nebby :3 (its 4:43am and i cant sleep)

[poswiecenia]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. REPOST, DO NOT REBLOG !!

NAME: da name is miles. sometimes called kilometers as a joke , ive had the alias satan before ( stemming from the hetalia rpc from all things , we don't talk about that era ) and uh. yeah ? milays. a single mile. 

PRONOUNS: he / they baybee. 

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: usually discord but if i would rather keep distance until i can figure if we can get some dynamics going it'll likely be through the tags of posts or tumblr im's. 

NAME OF MUSE(s): man. looks at my roster. c'mon now LOL. go here to find out but my main braincell has lumine in it thank u

BEST EXPERIENCE: thinking emoji. probably running into jamey and those currently in my affiliates and developing various oc's and interconnecting plots and stuff that have found their way to the dash itself. its been super uber fun thank u.

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS:

honesty when it comes to communication if something isn't a vibe to write anymore. it doesn't save fact not to say anything , it just makes situations even more dire or worse since it begins to pent up and then explode into something really bad. just be honest with what you do wanna write vs what you don't wanna write anymore. while yeah it might upset some people .. lack of communication isn't a price to pay for losing friendships or wild shit going down.

singleshipping. i can't due to trauma. and those who give the vibes that my muse interpretation is theirs and only there's but in a way that makes it uncomfortable ? miss me with that, thanks.

MUSE PREFERENCES: those that have gone through shit but are still able to be kind in some capacity even though it would've been understandable to see them crack and be cruel. characters with morally gray morals and don't see the world as a black and white slate. muses that are also full of sunshine and are innocent and haven't gone through the world to ruin that for them. characters that have a position of power or have immense power themselves and will do anything in their power to keep others safe. sad dads. old men who are tired.

PLOTS OR MEMES:  to begin things i'm usually partial to memes to get things going just due to my own braincell being unsure just yet but once things get going and im like waow this is super cool and will work . . plots fr. both are good and fun but something tickles when i can plot af.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: both. sometimes i wanna just do itty bitty meme responses and sometimes im totes down to clown with long form replies that are 1k words long or smth.

BEST TIME TO WRITE: honestly whenever. late in the afternoon into the evening sometimes flies more but its very ??? just dependent on my mood ig. sometimes i'll write 4 things then take a nap for 6 hours and then write 4 more LOL. 

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S):  some of my muses i kinda place bits of my brain into but uh ??? probably my oc's im most like bc i put pieces of my hopes into them. but beyond that idk i don't think any single muse i write is like. super like me 100%.

tagged by: @glacialswordsman + @aguilareye ( thank u guyyyyys :3 ) tagging: @draconicfool, @dawnbrst, @fckurselfie + anyone else who wanna.

[allieebobo]

What's your story, why are you so good at writing.. how did you start writing? HOW DID YOU COME UP WITH CT:OS HELP IM JUST OBSSESED

HAHAHAHA awww I am so flattered thank you, you're making me blush ☺️

CT:OS: Origin Story

Well! It's partially from experience, playing for a varsity sports team.

But most of all I wanted to write something fun and cosy and let the characters take centre stage. Found family and falling in love with your teammates/best friend from back home were things I really wanted to explore, and G's based on an experience I had as well.

Here's a longer interview I did with @interact-if for their awesome Asian/Pacific Islander month, I don't fully remember what I said in that but I think it should still stand haha 😅

Author: origin story below the cut :P

I can only answer the writing bit by saying I was one of those kids who carried a book everywhere and spent all my time in school or on rainy days or at family gatherings (or whenever I was corralled indoors, really) reading a book under my desk. Then I graduated to listening to audiobooks as an adult, on all my commutes and sometimes while working (some things never change).

I went through seminal periods of my life obsessed with certain authors and sometimes I think of those years not just by what I experienced but also the books I crossed paths with (e.g. the only reason why I wanted to study in the US at 17, 18 was because I had just come off my back-to-back obsessions with Steinbeck/Hemingway/Fitzgerald and Arthur Miller/Tennessee Williams and was convinced I could find freedom and solitude and the space I could never find in Singapore...)

Anyway, I've also been writing since I was a kid--typical kid stuff (comics and game books for friends--choose your own adventure stuff, RPG stuff) and then as a teen I wrote a couple of fanfics (still have em up on archiveofourown but they're all unfinished (bad track record oh dear).

But yeah, tldr; I rarely knew what I was doing when I was doing them--it always seemed to me like I was dabbling in a million different things. But on hindsight I guess they've really been connected dots in a constellation (in some sense), and I'm very glad to have found Interactive Fiction! I think it's an amazing medium/field and so many cool stories are being told here! :)

[partoftheairforce]

heyyy im aware ur the #no1jamieoburnehater but ive run into some folks on twt hoping that the boys leave DH when their contract is up. and ... idk how i feel about this suggestion, like DH isn't great,.. at anything really but their positions r really safe there cause im pretty sure they all have partial ownership. and im pretty sure this makes its safer for matty to get into shenanigans with relatively little repercussions from the label, and im pretty sure they have a larger say on what they release, and how and when they release things. but on the other hand DH doesn't exactly come to their defence and DH dont seem to be particularly organised either

idk idk im just running my mouth here

heres a pic of matty for ur time

hiii!!!!! very good matty pic xx 💋

i totally hate jamie, we know this. HOWEVER. i don’t want the boys to leave dirty hit. like you said, i think their position there definitely softens a lot of the shit matty gets up to on an executive level, and that’s really the best you could hope for with that. you know, DH as a name, i guess, don’t really get involved, and things are able to sort of ‘smooth over’ (i know they don’t really, but with the clear lack of action over that stuff showed that time and a little vague statement from matty was really all it took for stuff to die down). i also don’t really know what label they would go to???? like i think while DH practically does practically nothing PR wise, the branding and feeling of it as a company does protect that organic artist/band feeling. idk maybe it’s just me that just prefers artists singed to independent labels?? whatevs. ultimately, if DH got stuff around PR and important stuff like that to change, and actually started to employ managers that did stuff apart from sitting around looking ugly, then things would definitely be different. but that being said, ugly is founder and CEO so what can we do!!!!

[euclyta]

Well since you asked (and I've kinda been wondering about it) — what's chocobo's mystery dungeon like, especially compared to the pmd series?

LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

im putting this under a readmore because i (redacted)

so i gotta give a bit of context first: there is an entire spin-off series of final fantasy games all protagonized by a tiny little chocobo. i bring this up first because there were two dungeon crawlers on the playstation- these set up the regular returning elements of the chocobo series (namely some main characters), and it even runs with the trend of having cid in every ff game!

the specific one i love is Final Fantasy Fables: Chocobo's Dungeon, it was on the wii and its a very basic dungeon crawling, PMD-esque game, with a hunger meter, monster houses, etc. i think the thing that sets it apart from other dungeon crawlers gameplay-wise is that it has a job or class system much like mainline final fantasy games do, in which you unlock access to eight different jobs that completely change up the playstyle AND the difficulty of the game due to their own niches (my favorite job for example, white mage, is very high difficulty until endgame)

for me the main reason why i want more people to know about it and try to give it a chance even if its just via an emulator is the story. i might be biased here but i first played this game when i was 9 years old and it still lives rent free in my brain to this day (im 21 now for context)

to not give any spoilers, the main premise is that chocobo and cid are treasure hunters looking for a gemstone; upon finding it, they're suddenly transported to a town in seemingly a completely different world where the citizens constantly lose all their memories everytime the belltower rings

the very first night they spend in this world, a meteor crashes in from the sky, turning out to be an egg from which a baby is born. this baby then proceeds to somehow start bringing people's memories back by allowing chocobo to enter their minds

this is also why i think its such a cool concept, because it uses memories and people's minds as the main set up for dungeon crawling, even representing memories as scattered puzzle pieces. and everytime you are inside someone's memories, you can hear snippets of their thoughts as you go along, ending in the full memory being fully restored when you exit

there are a ton of memory dungeons, one for almost every npc in town, and they introduce a thing called "special rule" dungeons for non-story ones where you have to play with certain gimmicks the whole way through (1 hp, perma blindness, enemy gauntlet, stuff like that). and every single one has those snippets of lore and foreshadowing you gotta piece together, little by little, to understand the truth behind the town

for the characters, the cast is very colorful and i think everybody genuinely feels very human. granted the voice acting isnt the best but it adds so much to the charm of it. plus the designs and all the official artwork there is is just breathtaking (ive only now been noticing there are a few elements in my own art that are subconsciously inspired from this game's artstyle)

i HAVE to mention raffaello here because now that i have a bigger understanding of how tropes and storytelling work, i can say for sure that he is just so, SO crazily well written; its not all in the text, but all the worldbuilding comes together eventually and that's when it really hits

and of course i gotta bring up the soundtrack- its almost entirely comprised of arrangements of older final fantasy songs and each and everyone of them is MAGICAL. its remained as one of my favorite soundtracks for years, so much that i realized that the official disc release was incomplete and went out and put together all 42 songs in the highest quality i could to make sure it doesnt become lost (this is a very reocurring theme with this game in particular)

i want people to play it and i want to talk about it. partially its because this is my favorite game. but also because its been THIS close to being a major case of lost media. there are SO many things that have been lost to time because they were japan only or they were overwritten on the internet (including the entire japanese chocobo series website portal, thats like three different unique websites with tons of never saved artwork they nuked). so much of it i still remember but i have zero way to access it anymore and it eats me from the inside out.

its a common theme of things being lost to time with this game but its also incredibly sad and funny because the entire theme of the game is things being lost to time. ouroboros. time is a flat circle.

and... here is where i come in talking about the remake- chocobo's mystery dungeon everybuddy and why i heavily recommend the original over it

so... the original wii game had a japan only ds port with some new elements and stuff. but the main thing with it is that they changed a LOT of the story; same plot, different execution, to fit in with a ds format. the problem with this is that the remake was based off of this version and not the original one, which leads to a LOT of serious and emotional moments being gutted and sped through.

the gameplay itself is fine, they actually made it even more pmd-like by adding a companion system, and they upped the difficulty a lot if you dont know what youre doing. but the story changes genuinely kill it for me if im being honest. they retconned what made me sad about the ending at the cost of everything else (and even then im angry because that took away from the intensely emotional ending that still had me crying like a baby LAST WEEK)

in general though. i just think this game is so beautifully crafted. this game originally came out in 2007 and it still holds up SO well. the graphics are very cute and stylized, but everything is so detailed that every single part of the world feels lived in. the town is very small but i think its why it always feels like coming home. huge recommend and i refuse to die until ive convinced at least one person to play it through to the end (its been 12 years and im still trying)

[eric-the-bmo]

Neighborhood Watch S2ep5: Open Wounds

A week after the session and I'm finally uploading the recap with bullet points, here we go:

[Summary: Ken tries to join the group /hj. The Cast fully reuintes at Emmett's. Markus gains an ally, while John tries to be a good friend. Song tries to clean up her place, and Louis goes on a rant.]

• Picking up a bit after where we left off: Ken tells Louis he's had the Sight ability ever since he was born, getting visions from touching objects and people— he says he's a psychic. Louis corrects him: Clairvoyant, actually. Ken's like "hm whatever psychic sounds cooler" • Ken shows Louis some drawings of monsters he's spotted, including one he calls the PantherHawk- it's the Hunter we killed in the Season One finale. Louis tries his best to explain what it was. • Louis elaborates, saying he and a group of others hunted down the kind of monster the PantherHawk was- Ken picks up on the "we" aspect, and asks if there was an official group, and if he can join— Louis said it was more of a neighborhood watch, finally dropping the title of the show after thirteen episodes. • Ken says the grocery store keeps restocking even though no one does that, according to Harold the bagger, and suggests its a ghost. Louis suggests it could be the fae– Jewel the Only Employee laughs over at the register– and tells Ken to see if the employees are doing anything like leaving offerings to the fae. • The cats all surround them in a semi-circle when its time for them to leave- Louis asks Ken if he thinks thats weird, and Ken's all "idk i thought they were trained to do that" (Louis: "keneth do you know how hard it is to train cats") • Some point in this conversation it was revealed Ken's lived in Greenville a few months before he got a house in the raffle- one of the places he stayed at was above the pizza place, after whoever lived there moved out (John and Shelby's old place!!! he lived where they lived!!!)

• Karen opens the door to see Markus, who sees the cop approaching and Really dones't wanna get arrested, because why else would a cop be walking over here? They push past her to run to Bob, and says they know where the monsters are; if they get arrested, Bob will never know where the monsters are. Markus uses a Luck point to successfully do this. • Bob tells Karen (whos being helpd up by their son aka the cop) the reason Markus ran her over was bc they were just excited about a camping trip he promised they would do together— Karen is confused bc they seemed to hate each other, and Markus is all "dude im not a kid, im 27," but the lie works. • (Turns out Markus wasnt going to get arrested anyway, since Bobby Jr was only heading over there to say hello since he was in the area) • Markus starts to head over to Emmett's house to speak to the AI inside. • Theres this whole bit about firefighters heading over and interviewing Song, and Louis being Flustered by them all and giving them giftbaskets. Song gathers a bag of stuff [aka, hidden weapons] that werent ruined from the explosion and plans to give them to Louis later, because where else would she store them? Her house is gone.

John and Clara are walking back to City Hall, where she asks if he'd like to grab dinner together- she's essentially asking him out on a date. John, however, knows Shelby wanted to try making him dinner to celebrate (and has never been asked out before so he's Oblivious), so he mentions this. Clara's "like oh yeah maybe your roommate can join us, if he's chill with it," John mentions his roommate is a girl, and Clara just goes "...oh." And like. Walks away.

Shelby shows up to pick up John and she looks so tired. John's like "hey bestie are you okay"

• Shelby tells John how she's just really focused on completing the Lego set she got earlier- the way she talks about it, like how Focused she is on getting it done, prompts the other players to theorize the Lego set is partially haunted or cursed by the dead son of the neighbor she got it from (I, meanwhile, assumed Shleby was just having an ADHD hyperfocus moment). John goes Protective Friend and convinces her to to go bed, also revealing her full name (Shelby Nicole Waters). There's a Bit about John not knowing if he has a middle name (he doesn't). • John learns Song's house exploded and he's like "it fucking what-" • He makes sure she gets to sleep, and after she does, he watches her for a few moments to make sure she's okay. Unlike the other times he's done this, he doesn't think about killing her this time.

• We all head to Emmett's— Louis chases Ken away when he tries to join us. When we get down there Markus tells John to quit his job, and Song is GLARING at the monster man, who's absolutely looking down at the floor, he Does Not want to look at her. • Louis goes on this Giant Rant to Emmett about how everything in this town is weird, have you noticed that? Like this town was made to keep all the weird stuff inside it. Literally nothing and no one about this town is normal. • Emmett says he knows this, and says he's spent years studying the town because of it. Wild. [as this is happening, John glances over at Song to make sure she's okay] • When Markus asks Emmett if he found out what the plastic was about, and Song is all "Oh I can explain that actually." She lies and says that some of her uh. Toys, got ruined in the explosion. [• We get very distracted for a moment because of this, both out-of and in-character] • We learn about the plants. Theyre venomous, highly adaptive, invasive, etc. They almost seem like Hunters, aka what John is, but as plants. • Markus tells everyone to meet them at their house since theyve got something to show the rest of the Cast. We split up. • Song and Louis hang out and the crooked's place as Song looks up a place to stay and gives him the weapons. Louis gets a message from Lestat, and heads over. • Going against a meaningful conversation he and Song had literally less than five minutes ago, Louis falls to Lestat's manipulations and lets the vampire feed upon him. • John is the only one to show up. Markus refuses to show him what they were gonna show the cast, bc then theyd have to show it twice and they dont wanna do that. John and Markus have a conversation that starts with him asking why they thought he didn't to be fixed. Markus tells John he's caring, strong- nothing's wrong with him, he just needs to work on self control. They end up becoming friends again, and John helps them feed their bugs. • When he gets home, he sees the partially-built Lego set on the kitchen counter, and feels the Urge to continue building it. He turns away, not wanting to interrupt Shelby's project– a Luck point is spent, and his Monstrous side will be worse when it emerges next.

Notes:

I FUCKED UP I LOCKED MYSELF OUT OF DATING CLARA NOOOO [John my beloved he's going to ask her what he did wrong next week (and then he's going to quit his job. bc really he Also really doesn't like the plant thing)]

JOHNS CANONICALLY THOUGHT ABOUT KILLING SHELBY BEFORE, WE STAY WINNING /hj

Something about how John feels guilty about almost killing Song and how he wants to make it up to her

That conversation where Song explained the plastic? I was like "GIRL REMEMBER YOUR GEAS ABOUT NOT TELLING US, YOU'LL D I E" and then she Lied, killing me instantly

John wanting to be a good friend to Shelby is continuously fucking up his life /JJJJ (I can't wait for him to go all Monstery again it'll be so so fun)

Louis takes a break during his rant to mention how he has No Idea how Markus has even survived this long, and everyone agrees that Markus is literally the most normal person in this group. There's great dramatic irony here, given how Markus is in fact Full of Bugs and made everyone forget about that

I didnt say anything about it in-game but hello? Markus? self-control??? John had avoided killing humans by eating forest animals for three years he was doing such a good job. why do you Think he's so torn up about hurting Song

LOUIS. LOUIS IM GOING TO KILL YOUR EX BOYFRIEND. God that scene was so. ougghughghghgjh. fucking christ

[milkissblog]

hey everybody!!

thats a weird ass way to start a diary entry. i can't have a diary because my mom is a little invasive and will for sure read it. theres also this weird little clown pop up on my screen? anyway.

id love love loveee love lvoe more than anything to have a diary. i could paste my little doodles in it like flower petals. and put all of my stickers and pretty slices of papers inside. theres a dog squeaking outside. i don't think dogs should be making that noise. i hope the little guy is ok.

anyway, that was so very off topic. what i was trying to say is that this little blag of mine is sposed to be my surrogate diary. i have this issue online (and even in writing) where i over-perceive myself ("perceive" is a pretty-sounding word. so is sieve.) and my online presence bc its so customizable and because im so disconnected from my sense of self. im a people pleaser even when im writing in a private little diary cause im always thinking, my mom is going to read it, how will this sound to my mom when she reads it, oh god my mom, my mom, my mom (and, to a lesser extent, other people). i hate it. i feel prickled and trapped and smothered sometimes, but dear god i love my mom more than anything. but still, sometimes i feel like im in 1984 and shes reading my thoughts as well as my texts before i can delete them. but also, she pays for me to exist -its a mixed bag with high highs and low lows.

im really hoping that the self-perception thing doesn't happen this time. i hope i can have a better self-concept and be a better person. ive wasted maybe 2 years (i don't want to say that ☹︎) on being rock bottom unhappy, on being filled with hatred for myself, on dreading my own body and face, on corroding and ruminating for too long, until i found myself incapable of loving and v isolated feeling. its an awful way to exist because you deny yourself and other people so much beauty, and because it hampers your ability to really love and be there for other people. i wanna talk about that more (and i spose i can here)

-partially my sadness was/is cause im lesbian and m being raised catholic. ive got a lot of issues to work thorugh hahahaha. or, should i say, teeheeheehee. (LEGALIZE SAYING TEEHEEHEE!!! PEOPLE R SO MEAN AND THEY SPIT ON ME WHEN I WRITE "TEEHEEHEE" INSTEAD OF HAHAHA)

dear god this is very stream of consciousness. well, anyway. i'm not writing it to be read (or at least trying NOT to write it to be read). im writing it to communicate with myself. thats not working very well, i just read through the whole thing again.

i hope this gives me a sense of purity (not like weird sex/virginity stuff, but mental purity, like pure love or pure salt or pure vinegar, with no issues, just clear and soft and good) and of self, like prayer. id probably believe in god without the church and them being mean to lesbians and girls and non catholics and so many other ppl and whatnot bc i love to think that love inhabits everything and i sincerely deeply in my little heart of hearts think it does. i think i might believe in god??? i don't know. i am trying my best pookies.

im a girlblogger cause im a girl!! also im sincerely really trying to be okay and happy. and maybe be buddhist? i got this lovely slim little book by a buddhist monk thich nhat hanh called "true love" and i want that. i want to be a good kind person to myself and everybody else. as karissa love (she is my comfort youtuber and i adore her v much) puts it, i want to radiate love. that sounds a little crazy but perchance i am a little crazy.

perchance.

also, darn it, i cursed. ive decided im sposed to not curse, so that when i do people are very shocked like "wow omg she said f*ck??? she never says f*ck!!!" and think its a big deal and everything. i could also swear tons so ppl think im tough, but i don't want to scare anynody and i curse like a toddler bc im so out of practice. oh well.

anyway thats the first entry! hello world!! i hope im ok and that this helps me.

mwah