#I’m enjoying the elections a lot :D

[kadextra]

Honestly talking about q!Baghera’s idea, i think it’s solid and makes complete sense for her character to do, but I agree that meta-wise for the elections as a whole it needs work. With more discussion/workshopping a revolution of some sort could potentially be very cool!!

But ignoring all of that, my pov is that trying to commit to any plan like this, have it the way you want it to go, is always difficult purely bc of the evolving improv nature of the roleplay ingame. Anyone can die at any time like what happened to her and the whale, and it can all be out of the players’ hands in an instant so you have to think fast.

And as she said, there’s too many maybe’s especially with Elquackity. Yes they could kill Elq to get him out of the running, but this is no doubt something the character has already considered. Everything he’s doing, he is setting himself up to be the hated public enemy #1 on purpose and we don’t know why. Assassinating him could all be part of his goal. We don’t know his real plan yet, but we at least know that he wants candidates to die- he’d probably enjoy watching them self delete from the election tbh, less work for him

Also keep in mind: the admins want to facilitate interesting rp above all. If by chance they are not okay with something, they will do something about it, like the recent rule changes. If they really didn’t want people to q!off themselves in the elections, they could easily add an ultimatum of some sort to discourage it from happening- like “Campaign lives have a cost, if a candidate takes their own provisional life on purpose they will permanently lose a full row of their normal hearts and go back to 10.”

So I don’t think it’s anything to worry about ^^

[buffporcupine]

death note headcanons

because i know my death note mutuals aren’t getting what they wanted from me

light

-can crack his elbows the way one would crack their knuckles

-probably had to do a musical elective in his first year of middle school and chose guitar cause he thought it would be easy but it wasn’t.

-the type of song he really enjoys is very specific. going to hell yet i tried so so hard to please god song. i missed my only chance song. why wasn’t i like the other kids song. thrones playlist. i could elaborate but i won’t

-as for sexuality, i see him as not wanting to put a label on whatever he is in theory but in practice being some type of bispec (probably berriromantic) for romantic attraction and then somewhere on the asexual spectrum for sexual attraction.

-as for gender i see him as agender whose not really in labeling himself as anything when it comes to sexuality and gender.

-agender but probably 100% fine with being super male presenting. he just wants to keep out of gender as a convo and that’s great. good for him

-no!!!!! i refuse to say this mf is aromantic (because it’s not accurate and it’d be an insult to aromantic people to say he’s aro)!!!!!

-just because he manipulated misa and kiyomi into doing his bidding and didn’t love them doesn’t immediately make him aro. i’m sure he could have found someone if he wanted to, and he could have loved them if he was with them to love them, but he wasn’t with them to love them he was with them to use them.

misa

-half belgian half japanese. her parents met in belgium while her father was on vacation.

-also im torn bcos i wanna write an au where misa is mexican and that’s it everything else is the same as canon but i’m pretty sure that’s just me wanting her to be even more Like Me (tm)

-speaks a little bit of english, way more french, and obvi japanese. finds linguistics interesting but doesn’t have enough time to research it that thoroughly

-likes being short and “small” small girl aesthetic i guess but sometimes wishes she had longer legs so she could wear skirts w/o looking silly and short

-panromantic does not see gender at all when becoming attracted to someone. i see her as def on the ace spectrum, maybe something like demisexual or aegosexual. could be me projecting dunno.

-she’s probably dated both girls and boys before

-would NOT break up with someone in a rude way or just dump them. she’d put a lot of effort into an apology and explanation into why.

-if she met miu iruma they’d be best friends. sorry i bring danganronpa into everything guys

-can we please just appeciate mexican misa for a second. she’s cooking sopa de fideo for the task and being the bilingual hot girl we all needed

-mexican misa

-as for her music taste she probably listens to upbeat english language music and sappy love songs. “there is a light that never goes out” and “melt with you” sound like go-tos for her sorry. i could also see her being a bimbo pop ayesha + britney manson girlie though

-tbh whatever your race/ethnicity is you could project it onto misa and it’d work. i love it. anyway d d d d d d d did i say m m m mexican misa

-i think she’d love love love getting her hair done!!! sensitive scalp mf but she’d still love getting her hair done

-mexican misa visiting mexico and getting braids and cute clothes and her fave candy

-was not a theatre kid. sorry guys but her middle and high school didn’t offer theatre 😔😔

lawliet

-chronically dehydrated just because he forgets to drink water. he tries to drink water and always gets afraid of developing kidney / liver problems but he just keeps forgetting. what the fuck L

-soup stan i think he’d love some good soup. soup stan x soup cooker (lawmane)

-i think you could have a really deep convo about anything with L. if you’re passionate about anything he’ll just listen and he’ll talk to you about what he’s passionate about to. he loves to think and would def entertain you with a convo about whether a hot dog is a sandwich or something dumb like that you know.

-he’s a thinker he just loves discussions

-has a british accent when speaking english bcos watari and lived in england you know. he thinks british accents in english sound good tho and LOVES making fun of how silly new york accents are (me too bro. me too)

-if he went to middle school or the japanese/british equivalent of it, he’d def be the type to choose some weird ass elective fucking creative writing instead of the “normal” guitar, choir, band, orchestra and shit

[intrusivepng]

hellooo i am Intrigued by the qsmp i keep hearing about things that are going on there and im like "oh i gotta get into this" so. where should i start with it. like should i go back and watch a bunch of vods or do i just hop in to whatevers going on now and worry about it later. and like who should i watch/start with

Omg hello!! First of all I’m honored you’ve come to me about this!! :D

I’ll link below the first and second part of a qsmp recap made by the qsmp itself! This is a good start if you don’t wanna go ALL the way back to the start of the server, as it has been a few months now!

There are a few certain days I would recommend watching VODS for! Ex. Cellbit and Roiers wedding, First egg adoption day, festa junina, election dinner, as well as the days the French or Brazilians arrived if you wanna get more in depth!

VODS are not a necessity though and there are plenty of people who will update you and/or gladly tell you what’s been happening! There are so many update accounts everywhere on different social medias too!

As for POVs that is entirely up to you! I would recommend at least 1 person per language but that is just a recommendation! It’s just how I do it to keep updated! But it’s not a necessity once again! There is also many different aspects! I enjoy more lore heavy people as well as people who stream for a LONG time! So keep those things in mind!

You can find so many people who watch the other povs to provide info though if you decide to only watch one or two!

Some lore heavy CC’s are Forever, Cellbit, and Max off of the top of my head

Some longer stream people are Foolish, Badboyhao, and Cellbit again off the top of my head

The people I watch in each language are:

English ( the largest one bcs it’s my native lol ) - Foolish, Philza, Niki, Fit, Tina, Jaiden, and Quackity

Spanish - Missa, Roier, Rivers, Pol, and Quackity

French - etoiles, baghera, Antoine

BR Portuguese - Tazercraft, Cellbit

Now a huge part of qsmp is the community !!

Not to BRAG but I am apart of a discord that is full of rlly cool people and we all update often as well as makes funny posts!!

Heres just a few eggworld people you should follow hehe

@cubitozinc @greaterspawnislands @mmyashas @marigoldmagpies @re-bi-vebur @popcornsalty @j810princess125 @thesmpisonfire

And here’s some other blogs eggworld recommends !!

@/zerosalt @/kadextra @/pixiecaps @/mikaikaika @/yb-cringe @/majora-is-lurking @/DISFRUTALAKIA @/ghlitchbee @/vynlets

If you have any more questions do not feel afraid to send another ask to me or any eggworld person !!!

This was a lot but the server is a lot lol

I hope you can have a good time in this fandom!! <33

[unsleepingtales]

Finale part one!!! This feels like it has flown by, I can’t believe we’re coming to the end of fhjy <3

I am home, I am cozy, let’s do this!

We’ve got a deaths of minors warning throughout idk if they’re sparing the ratgrinders guys 😅

Your humble dungeon master Everybody!

Oh god all the election stuff ages so poorly the minute it’s said

Is he actually letting them potentially keep her

Oh my god is k2 coming back

Fig misses Gilear 😭

Gorgug x Unit

WHAT

SORRY ZAC WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY

Oh my GOD

We have started here. I’m gonna start crying.

Yeesh that’s a lot

Yayyy short rest in the tiny hut

I do a little dance :D

Ice feast real and confirmed <3 please tell me what it does

They’re all back up to full! Yay!

Sorry you Wear The Vultures Like Epaulets???

ICE FEAST TIIIIIIME

They can’t not smile at that

Fight me in the sky!!

Behold the ice feast guvna!!

I’ve never looked weirder

Rat worldddd

When’s the campaign in rat world

Zac is in rare form tonight

Officer Kristen is in fact canon. The fact that Kristen is still carrying those handcuffs on her is. Interesting.

Congratulations to everyone who called Squeem coming back for the finale

‘Why are you so yoked?’ ‘I’m a wizard’

Oh did you guys forget that you did that. Because you did.

OOOOOHOHOHO NEW PORTER ARTTTTT

God that set is cool

Magical ambush baby!!

Love Murph immediately doing the math for Emily

Holy shit Fabian Jesus Christ

Jesus CHRIST

(Unhinged cackling)

WHO’S TWISTED NOW????

Oooh I love that they can go under the floorboards

Horrifying. Horrifying!

I love the d20 art department so much but I gotta be honest some of the choices have not been it for me personally lately. The rain animation last episode and all the blinking red lights in this set are really distracting and I keep losing my train of thought.

The fact that they keep specifying that the ice was unseasoned

Oh my god

Kipperface!

Murph’s rage about them grinding is fantastic

So glad that real teenagers get some rep in Mary Ann. Everybody in high school is going through it all the time and very few people wear a full face of makeup to school every day

I’m loving the camera angles on the minis as they rp these confrontations

Holy Shit Siobhan that spell is incredible

He has four concentrations going at once???

Fuck

Goddamn that set is so fucking sick

Oh god

Remember when we thought they might spare them.

He didn’t even get a TURN

This is unrelated to anything but I love being home for this. I’ve traveled more in the past five months while this has been airing than I ever really have before and I’ve enjoyed watching fhjy from everywhere I’ve been but it really is very lovely and comfortable to be able to be home and exist in my own space while watching the show. I’m glad I’m home for the finales <3

Hey WHAT

Goddamn that’s great

Fight me in the lava

Oh that’s such a bad energy

Aaaaaaaa

Fuck bodies count as objects

Fuck Gorgug keeps going down end it’s stressing me out so much

The set is SO cool

Oh godddddd

This is so brutal oh my god

It would be so nice if my afterlife was just being a sound tech. I miss doing sound tech I’d be fine with that being my afterlife.

OOOOOH oh god okay

Preview:

Hey what’s going on with those outfits guys

How is Brennan keeping a straight face when they all look like that

Ally with the ONE elf ear

And the bubble wand????

Well. Next week looks fun.

[kwriterintraining]

Time for another infodump on my Komahina Love is War AU. I decided to provide more information on the side characters this time around. Let me know if there is any particular character you want me to go into more detail about~

Natsumi and Fuyuhiko are 2 year apart in age. Their close ages also mean that they had a lot of petty competitions with each other. Her favorite was the one where they competed to see who could shoplift from the most convenient stores since she would get to spend time with Fuyuhiko while enjoying their stolen goods afterwards.

Kaede is elected as the class representative for class 79. However, she tended to forget her responsibilities in favor of playing the piano. Although she was pretty good at helping and leading her classmates, a lot of the work would get done by Shuichi, Angie, or Kirumi.

Taka has actually taken a softer approach to his disciplinary actions during his time at Hope’s Peak Academy. He wouldn't tell at students in the middle of the hallway if he could, rather he would pull them a side to lecture them. His classmates have been trying to help him with his social skills. Kokichi was one of the few students who could get Taka to lecture him in the middle of a crowd without hesitation.

Yoshiya’s name is very well known around Tokyo, especially Shibuya, because of his musical career. However, he rarely makes public appearances so not many people know what he looks like.

DICE works on a very interesting morality scale. While they love to cause chaos with their petty crimes, they do have respect for the law, much like Kokichi does. They often drop anonymous tips about major crimes to police officers and detectives with a trusted reputation. Although they don’t trust many adults because of their pasts, they understand that some situations are too much for a group of vigilante troublemakers to handle.

I’m working on the next entry as we speak. I hope you all will like it :D

[dontmeantobepoliticalbut]

Are the Senate’s negotiations over a gun safety bill stalled? It depends on who you read. Over the weekend, as reports came in, things were looking grim. But here at the start of a new week, Punchbowl News (subscription required) is reporting that they’re back on track after almost getting derailed. Naturally, this new story is made possible by congressional staffers stepping up to spin an optimistic scenario to a newsletter that they know was headed toward a lot of important people’s inboxes around seven o’clock on Monday morning, so why would they say otherwise?

As weak as the components of the forthcoming legislation seem to be, I’d still love to see a deal emerge from these talks. For one thing, it would be a real blow to the National Rifle Association and the larger gun lobby. Also, the mere fact of passing an actual law would help the party of government and hurt the party of nihilism. Still, I’m a skeptic. We’ve seen this before. After a mass shooting, something that seems like momentum for a deal emerges. The press gets all excited. The NRA says nothing and bides its time, undoubtedly reaching out behind the scenes to the senators it knows it owns lock, stock, and barrel, so to speak. The deal unravels. The minority wins.

It is a characteristic of American democracy, which renders our country not a democracy at all, that the minority seems to win more frequently than the majority these days:

• Two Republicans this century have become President even though they lost the popular vote. The first of these two won with the help of (a) an “impartial” Florida state elections official who was a major supporter of his, (b) a riot at a Miami-Dade elections office that disrupted a recount, and (c) a bare Supreme Court majority issuing a dubious ruling in his favor. The second of these two lost the popular vote by 2.8 million.

• Then there’s the Senate, of course, where minorities now block everything. It’s worth remembering that the various elements of Build Back Better Act polled anywhere from very well to through the roof: paid family leave, 73 percent; universal pre-K, 67 percent; free community college, 61 percent; and so on. But a dug-in minority, most of them going against the will of their constituents on these matters—along with one Democratic Senator, Joe Manchin, whose feelings were hurt by a White House statement—made their passage impossible. Popular things can’t pass the Senate unless the Democrats enjoy a once-in-a-generation tsunami election.

• With respect to the Supreme Court, while a majority of justices is about to overturn Roe, as well as probably hand down a couple other controversial decisions, that court majority represents a clear and smallish minority. Courts shouldn’t be strict instruments of popular will, of course; but they certainly should take realities like 49 years’ worth of precedent and 70-plus percent popular support for abortion rights in most cases before they go defenestrating rights.

• In many states, and indeed in the House of Representatives, Republicans win majorities of seats without winning majorities of the votes because of clever gerrymandering. In recent years, Democratic candidates in Michigan, Wisconsin, Pennsylvania, and North Carolina standing for state legislative seats and/or for the House of Representatives have won more votes, but Republicans won more seats—and in some cases moved immediately to pass elements of a very right-wing, and usually unpopular to the extent anyone knows anything about it, agenda.

And this is the key point—if you will, the small-d democratic point. It’s not merely that Republicans game the system. It’s that they game it to prevent popular outcomes. And another word for popular outcomes is democratic outcomes. In all three branches of our government today, the right is directly opposing the will of the people: on abortion rights, gun common sense, elements of a broader social safety net, and more, for instance voting rights and sensible efforts to acknowledge and fight climate change. That’s a lot of important stuff that they are denying to the American people that clear majorities of those people say in every poll they support.

And yet, in the upcoming elections, these people are going to be rewarded with majorities. I understand that the inflation crisis is going to drive voters in that direction. I just spent a couple days in Lake Tahoe, where I paid $7.19 a gallon to fill my rental car’s tank. As Warren Zevon sang, they work all day and still can’t pay the price of gasoline and meat.

Even without inflation, however, Republicans were destined to take back the House. I understand that the 26-or-so seat swing is normal in an incumbent president’s second year in office. But that average dates to a time when both parties were normal. In the 1950s or the 1970s or even into the early 1990s, if the Senate changed hands, well, it became somewhat more conservative when the Republicans took charge. It didn’t become authoritarian.

Today, one of our parties is no longer normal. It is against democracy, regularly thwarting the will of the people on matters that would make big positive differences in their lives. Why more people can’t see that is in part a failure of Democratic messaging, but it also reflects two other factors.

One is that most people apparently don’t pay attention to evidence until it affects them directly and personally. Maybe, if the court kills Roe and the Senate fails to make a gun deal even after the deaths of those beautiful children, people will start connecting some dots in their minds.

The second is that certain notions are hardwired into Americans’ brains from a certain age. We are trained as children to think that our democracy is stable and the envy of the world; that our political parties both play by certain democratic rules; and that we live by the principle of majority rule, even though we increasingly don’t. It’s awfully hard for most people to unlearn something they learned when they were 9. Republicans know all this, and they pay cynical lip service to these three notions even as, in their actions, they work to crush them.

It’s bad enough that so many people can’t see this. Worse still are the ones who see it and approve.

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

Very nice explanation about homeschooling! It seems really interesting and different from the "regular" school system. Are you going to be homeschooled forever, or do you think you are going to enter a school system? Is homeschooling fun? Do you still learn the same things as public students? How do the teachers/parents know which assignments to give? Are the teachers trained in teaching? Do they enjoy it? This is really interesting to learn about, I have no idea what's like - Supremacy

OH MY GOSH I AM VERY HAPPY YES MORE QUESTIONS :D

1. I don’t think I’ll enter a public school system. I’m in high school anyway, so switching things up so late would probably stress me out more than anything 😅

2. Like any other school system, it has its ups and downs; but overall, yes, I enjoy homeschooling :)

3. Pretty much, yeah! A big perk with homeschooling is that students learn about the “essentials” (math, history, science, etc) but also have the freedom to learn about other things that they might be more excited about.

For example, I loooove to write, and I’m always looking for ways to improve my writing. So I got to take part in an online writing class last year (which did NOT feel like school in the slightest, actually. It was more of an elective) so I could learn about new writing techniques and have lots of fun in the process!

Homeschoolers have the opportunity to do lots of things like that, whereas in a public school that might be more difficult.

4. That’s mostly up to the teachers. In the USA, there’s different homeschooling rules for every state (some states will be more strict about the rules, and other states will be super relaxed about them) that the teacher needs to follow in order for the students to actually graduate. This is to make sure that students are actually learning and not chilling in their beds all the time.

But how the teacher goes about teaching/assignments/etc is up to them! As I mentioned in the last homeschooling ask, there’s many different learning styles, which means that there’s many different curriculums to choose from—and unlike in a public school system, the homeschoolers get to choose which curriculum to take!

5. That depends on the teachers. Some may have majored in education in college, others may have taken a few education classes here and there, and others may not have much training at all. It’s different for every family :)

6. Again, depends on the teachers. Homeschooling can be a lot less stressful than teaching in a public school (because there’s less kids to teach, they’re in a more comfortable environment, etc) but no schooling system is perfect, and there’s always going to be not-fun or stressful aspects of it.

Yeah, homeschool is a very interesting topic. I’ll be happy for answer any other questions you have about it! I’ve been homeschooled my whole life (except for preschool, but I really don’t think that counts lol) so I know a good bit about it :D

[chayacat]

Road96: Shandara’s Land (Prologue)

Fandom: Road96

Rated M for Language and Violence.  

***

*Aaaah Petria! A vast country, with a desert look, located on the edge of the 3 seas: therefore, having only one or two neighbouring countries. But since the fall of Tyrak, and the election of Flores, things have worked out for everyone. The country is gradually rebuilding, people can live a little more normally, and the economy, just like these desert lands, is flourishing again. The border wall has fallen and with it, years and years of oppression have finally evaporated. Tourism has made it possible to expand the population, because some tourists, who fell under the reborn charm of Petria, decided to come and settle there. And the proximity to the sea has a lot to do with it too.  

But in my case... It is for a completely different reason that I came to this country. A reason that... will make me live the greatest adventure of my entire young career as an explorer. And above all... the most dangerous. Let me make you live, The legend of the lost city of Shandara. It all began on February 14, 1997, Petria's National Day, the real one this time. *

That day the weather was sunny, it was neither too hot nor too cold. A time for the return of the National Day Petrian, celebrating the foundation of this country. In history books, it’s said that the country was officially "born" in 1887 after settlers officially landed on the country's beaches. So, it's been 100 years officially, that Petria is what it is today. Many stands were present at Mont National, and we could say that there was a crowd. A large platform was also present with posters of Flores surrounding it. Television teams, as well as police officers were also present to monitor and transcribe the events for those unable to travel today. Speaking of Journalist....

“Sonya Sanchez here, live from Mount National for a special day. Indeed, today is the 100th anniversary of the birth of our country. A Day that was no longer celebrated since the election of former President Tyrak. Many locals, as well as people from neighbouring countries, gathered to enjoy this exceptional event where anyone can attend, criminal or not. The only arrests that will have to take place will be solely on excesses. But have no fear, the police, led by Chief Fanny Campbell, are deployed to ensure security. As for those who could not travel today, do not worry, the entire GNN team is also present to allow you in your own way to participate in this event. the platform behind will be the essential place of this day, because on this very platform, President Flores, will deliver her speech on this exceptional day. I will now return to the air, and I will see you later, after the President's speech.”  

“And cut!” said the cameraman. “It’s in the box! Sonya, you were fabulous as always!”  

“Awwwn thank you Mattew, you’re so sweet. I know I'm THE GNN journalist but still..." Responds Sonya.  

“And we see it on the hearing. Since you came back, we have exploded the audience records! At the same time, given the journalists we had put in to replace you...”

“Oh, Matt please... You know I watched the news during my absence, and I saw the new journalists who replaced me. And they are very good! People are just too used to seeing me on screen. You have to give people time to adapt to new faces. That's all. Now if you will excuse me... I would like to enjoy a little of the day before Flores' speech. See you later!” replied Sonya before leaving the place. She went back to her limousine to grab a bottle of water and drink a little. She felt two hands take her by the waist before gently hugging her.  

“Did you miss me?” she said, turning to the man who was none other than Adam, her boyfriend, and her bodyguard.  

“Of course, It's better to see you in real life than on a TV screen...” responds Adam.  

“Awwwn you’re adorable. I hope we will have time to take a little walk to enjoy the party....”  

“Sure. But I don't think I'm the only one who would want to spend the day with you.”

“What?” replied Sonya before getting her eyes covered by two gloved hands.  

“Guess who it is! “Said suddenly a man which Sonya had no trouble recognizing.

She turned around to see Stan and Mitch, her two older brothers, in front of her, smiling under their hoods. She couldn't help but let out a little cry of joy before jumping into their arms, which made our two robbers laugh.  

“I'm so glad you came! How did you manage to convince him? I thought you would take the opportunity to rob places because the police are mainly here today.” she asks curious.  

“Well, let’s say that Mitch uses convincing arguments and after a long debate on it, I decided to come to see you.” say Stan proudly.

“I simply said to him that you’ll be very sad to not see us there, and he changed his mind right away.” responds Mitch simply.  

“Mitch!”  

“What? It's true.” replied the latter, with a smirk, making Sonya laugh.

“Anyway! It's true that it would be a shame to losing such an opportunity to spend a day together. “  

“Thanks Stan. It’s adorable.” said Sonya smiling.  

Meanwhile in the crowd, John and fanny, accompanied by Alex, were enjoying the festivities. Despite his 14 years, Alex remained a child, he was amazed by everything he saw. And for once, he hadn't touched his computer. This pleased Fanny, who had been fighting for a little while to get Alex to open a little more to the outside world. John was not very comfortable, after all some looked at him strangely especially because of his Black Brigade tattoo on his arm. He was afraid that people would hurl things or insults at him. even though Flores had amended them, some Petrians, especially those who were still for Tyrak, had not forgiven him.  

“John... Relax. Don't pay attention to them. We're here to have fun.” said Fanny with a smile.

“I know but...i can’t stop myself. They’re all looking at me like I was a monster. And it’s starting to piss me off.” responds John.  

“Hey. I’m here. If anyone dares to say something to you, they’ll have to deal with me.”

“Thanks...Mama.”  

“Mom! John! Look at this! This is so cool!” said Alex pointing at a computer science’s stand.  

“Oh no... he found it...” replied Fanny.  

“Hahaha! You should have known that he would stumble upon it at some point. Come on, let him go. It makes him happy.” said John.  

“...fine. We can take a look at it.”  

A little further into the crowd, Jarod was watching the stands, without really approaching them. He wished Lola was there to enjoy it. A father/daughter day... He missed it a lot. But while he was contemplating without really paying attention, he unwittingly bumped into one of his employees. He was new to the business, but he did his job very well. Jarod had had very good feedback about him.

“B-B-Boss! I am sorry! I didn't want to get into you like that! You have nothing??” said the young man

“No. Actually... I am the one who should apologize. I wasn't paying attention. Did you come to enjoy the festivities too?” responds Jarod.  

“Yeah! It's been a long time since I have so much fun! it feels good to be able to enjoy life like before...Before Tyrak. I hope this will last. Visibly, you’re enjoying too. Besides, you are more often outside than in your office.”  

“You must enjoy life as long as you can. Overnight, you can't be there. So that's what I do.”  

“W-Well...it’s a good spirit! I have to go! Enjoy your day boss! See you at work!”

Jarod gave a small smile before resuming his walk. The large car park created especially for the occasion continued to fill up and the buses disembarked one after the other. Among one of these buses was our dear little explorer. That day, she wore black denim mid-length short, as well as a sky-blue long-sleeved top with dark blue patterns and finally white sneakers. She was carrying her shoulder bag with everything she needed for her explorations. Yet today, she was going to enjoy the National Day like everyone else. After all, everyone has the right to have fun, right? And then she may be able to find information in the batch. As they say: with one stone, two shots!  

Her red hair was still tied in a high ponytail, letting two thin strands caress her sweet face up to her cheeks. Her two light blue eyes were even more adorable with the sunlight. She watched the crowd standing in front of her, a big smile on her face. She may have been in her mid-thirties, but now she felt like a child in an amusement park.

“Wow... There are lots of stalls, lots of activity, lots of food.... and a lot of people. At least the Petrians know how to have fun, that's a good thing! I don't even know where to start. My research will wait a little bit. For now, I'll enjoy it a little!” she said with an adorable smile.  

And it was with these words that she joined the crowd. Everyone enjoyed the day in their own way. President Flores prepared for her speech while staying informed of what was happening in the country. This is an important day; we should not let an incident escape her. And unfortunately, there's one thing she wishes she hadn't heard today.  

“Are you sure about your information?” she asked worried.

“Absolutely sure Madam President. Tyrak escaped last night during a session in the visiting room. Men in strange outfits took the prison in hostage and managed to get him out before disappearing as quickly as they came. We do not know where they are right now.” said her secretary.  

“Are there any wounded? Losses?"  

“No Madam. Fortunately, everyone is safe.”

“Thank God. Put everyone on it. We must put Tyrak back in jail as fast as possible. We can’t let him live outside. He’s too dangerous for the country. Who knows what he’ll do.”

“Yes Madam.” replied the secretary before leaving.  

“...Do you really want to stay here Lupe? He could attack here.” asks the prime Minister, a close friend to Flores.  

“I can't leave now. People would not understand. they would panic. That is what I must avoid. And then a president must know how to face the dangers by his own. Today is a day of joy. It must not be wasted.” replied Flores, confident.

“Hahaha. If you say so Lupe. I'll be there too. A President should always have his or her Prime Minister with him or her.” he responds.

“Thank you, Henry. Well, I've to repeat one more time my speech. and manage my stress.”  

Flores resumed her preparation for her speech. She couldn't let things get out of hand. Today was an important day and she will not let anything ruin it. Meanwhile, in a strange convoy, was Tyrak. He had exchanged his prisoner's outfit for his usual suit. In front of him, Merlina Yung. The one who had promised to help him escape. And what an escape. She had honored her part of the deal; it was up to him to do the same.  

“Where are we headed?” asked Tyrak, adjusting his suit.  

“To the Mount National. Currently takes place the National Day. Flores is due to give a speech to celebrate the 100th anniversary of Petria's birth. Everyone you want to capture, will be there.” responds Merlina, adjusting her sunglasses.  

“As well as all the security. We will not be able to approach easily.”

“Don’t worry about it, Mr Tyrak. You can take revenge on Flores as easily as stealing a lollipop from a baby. “  

A big smile appeared on Tyrak's face as the convoy steered discreetly towards Mount National. The Petrians should enjoy this moment of joy as much as they can.  

Because this is not going to last.

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(Tadaaaaa! This is the prologue of this new fiction! Road 96 is a game I love, and yet originally, I was not a big fan of narrative games where our choices impact the story. But this game convinced me, and I can't wait for Mile 0 to come out! I hope you’ll like it like the other ones! Feel free to tell me what you think about it! Have a great weekend to you all!  See ya!)  

[miniscule-meow]

Ok so- I’ve been in the G/t game for over a couple years now, and I gotta say I am absolutely in love with your content. Like all of your stories and prompts are just *chefs kiss*. You’re doing an amazing job & are very talented in your writing!!

I will admit I found your account last night and have been nonstop reading everything you’ve made and even finished it, so I’m nothing short of obsessed :D I eagerly await your next chapters/work!

I think my favorite duo is between Zeke and Isabelle specifically - I love all 4 of them in the story but stoic soft giants & vulnerability just get ya girls knees w e a k.

If I may, I thought of a prompt (also bc I can’t find if you’ve posted one so I’m sorry if this is off script) but I would be curious as to how you’d spin , “I know what I said, but right now I need you.” no pressure to use! But I just wanted to throw it out there I guess :)

Ah! Thank you SO much. It really means a lot to me <3 <3 <3 <3

Stoic giants that are also soft giants are probably one of my favorite things, so S A M E! I always love writing more about them!

Also, thanks for the prompt!!! (that's why it took me so long to respond to this lol) Hope you enjoy it! <3

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Since they talked about it, they had all worked together to modify all the furniture in the house. Outfitting the legs of the tables with ladders and climbing holds. They’ve even added some rest landings on some of the taller furniture items around the apartment. They made walkways outfitted with railings along the walls, so that she could move around parts of the apartment without having to be on the floor. Of course, she often elects to be carried anyway. But when she wants to move around on her own, it's there for her.

Zeke is in the office that he shares with Marcus, working away at his sewing table, per usual. He has been spending a lot of time in there. Perhaps too much time, even. Lately, her and Marcus have had to remind him that food exists and is a necessary part of survival. Marcus has tried to get him to take breaks and to relax, but it seems as though taking breaks has the opposite effect on Zeke. Almost like stopping is more stressful to him than working non-stop for 12 hours on what is supposed to be his day off. If he isn’t sewing, he’s on his laptop working on something for school. Isabell is glad that she doesn’t have to do school like Zeke and Marcus, it sounds stressful.

Zeke had made it very clear to everyone in the house today that he was not to be disturbed under any circumstances. Marcus just told him to try to remember to eat a snack at least, but that he shouldn’t have to worry about him. He had classes all day today, so he wouldn’t be in the house. As for her, she’s set herself up in the living room. She could watch something on Netflix or play something on the switch. She’ll be more than fine just keeping herself busy until Zeke decides to take a quick break, or until Marcus comes home, which will probably happen first if she had to guess.

She can hear the muffled noise of Zeke’s sewing machine from down the hall just plugging away as he works. Sometimes the machine goes quiet, and she hears him clicking and typing on his laptop. It’s like he uses a ‘break’ to work on more work.

The day passes slowly. She eventually makes her way into the kitchen to get herself a snack. Marcus had left out some fruit, crackers, and cheese for them both. He figured that it would be easier to convince Zeke to eat something if he didn’t have to put any effort into making it. Also, it makes it much easier for her to get some food for herself when it’s just set out on the counter like that. After she eats, she wonders if Zeke could use a snack as well. She knows he told them not to bother him at all, but a quick snack break won’t kill him. She’s just a little nervous because he might be really grumpy about it.

She’s been with him before when Marcus comes in and ‘disturbs his work-flow’ as he calls it. Zeke can really stare daggers. Marcus is typically unfazed by them, but she’s always been glad that gaze has never been focused on her. Zeke is typically all bark and no bite though. He’ll complain, but usually he’ll just huff and take the break anyway.

Finally, she reaches the office after going back and forth with herself if she should try to bother him or if she should just let him be like he requested. She quietly peeks inside to try and gauge whether or not he might be at a good stopping point before she tries to interrupt him.

She finds him slumped over onto his desk with one hand buried in his hair. His shoulders rise and fall at a sporadic, uneven pace. Concerned, she takes a step closer.

“Zeke?”

He jolts, sitting upright and wiping at his face before turning to look over at her. He makes an attempt to compose his regular stoic expression, but it’s all off. His eyes are red and puffy, tears stain his cheeks. His breathing is still jagged and looking closer she can see his lip quivering as he tries to hold himself together. Taken aback, her heart lurches in her chest. She has never seen him like this before. He always appears so calm and collected. He maintains an image of confidence. Nothing ever seems to get under his skin, aside from the occasional jest from Marcus getting him a bit flustered. Something must really be going on for him to be this distraught.

“Isabell.” His voice wavers. He frowns and clears his throat.

“Are you… are you okay?” She asks even though she can clearly see that he is not.

“Oh yes. I am quite alright. Just… busy.” He’s obviously lying, but he probably just doesn’t want to be bothered about it. Most likely, he just wants her to leave so he can carry on in private, not that he would ever right out say that to her. She looks at him skeptically.

“Okay… Um… I guess I can just…” She begins inching her way back to the door. She knows that’s what he wants, but her heart aches at the thought of just leaving him to deal with his on his own. She wants nothing more than to fix whatever has gotten him so worked up. She just doesn’t know how she could possibly be any help. Maybe if their roles were reversed, and she was the gigantic one. She could scoop him up, whisking him away from his work. She would hold him close to her, cupping him gently in her hands, like he has done so many times for her. Or even if they were the same size. She could wrap him up in a great big hug. But she can’t do any of that as she is, tiny and staring at him helplessly from across the room. “If you’re sure… I’ll just… check back later?” She hesitates, giving him the option to ask her to stay. Zeke just nods, turning back to his work. He fidgets with this and that on his desk with shaking hands, not actually doing anything productive. She stands there for a moment before steeling her nerves and making her way to the desk. As soon as she reaches him, he looks over at her. She can’t read his expression, but she rarely can. That’s stopped bothering her some time ago. Most likely, he’s annoyed with her, but she doesn’t care about that right now. Her main priority is helping him.

“Look, I know you said not to bother you today, and that you’re fine but I-“

“I know what I said.” He shakes his head, what was left of his composure crumbling away into a mess of distressed sobs. “but right now, I need you.” He reaches out to her and instantly she rushes forward to meet his hand. She lets him collect her up into a large embrace. He trembles around her, his body wracked with sobs. “I am so sorry you have to see me like this.” He mumbles through his tears. “It’s really embarrassing.”

“No, don’t worry about that Zeke. You’re fine. Everything is alright.” She hugs his neck to the best of her ability; her arms are stretched out wide. It’s the biggest hug she can manage. It just feels so insignificant to her. “I wish I was bigger so I could actually help you.”

“Don’t say that Bells,” She blushes at the nickname, “You are helping. Besides, I like you just the way you are.” She laughs. Even in his pain he still always tries to comfort her. His cries begin to ease slowly, and eventually he’s taking deep breaths to calm himself down.

“What happened? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“I just let myself get overwhelmed.” He shakes his head, pulling her away so he can look at her. He uses his free hand to wipe the tears from his face. “About every class I’m in is having an exam all in the same week. So, I’ve been trying to finish homework as well as study for all of those. Then today, the deadline for those projects at my work just got bumped up and it just pushed me over the edge. I feel like I don’t have enough time to get it all done. I’ve been working so much more lately, but it doesn’t feel like I’m making any actual progress. I guess I just feel … stressed and burnt out.”

She hugs his finger, something she can actually wrap her arms around. She isn’t sure she’s ever heard him talk so openly about his feelings. He’s usually so measured, she didn’t consider that he could just be dealing with all of this quietly and alone. She feels bad that she didn’t notice something was wrong until he hit his breaking point.

“Marcus left some food out in the kitchen. Maybe you should take a quick break. Then when you go back at it, you’ll have a clear mind.”

“Yeah that sounds good.” He stands, taking a moment to stretch before heading to the kitchen.

“I could try to help you study while you sew, if you’d like? Then, you’d be able to get two things done at once maybe.”

“Yeah. I’d appreciate that. Thank you, Bells.” He gives her a small, gentle smile.

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Very angsty angst of Hermit!Tommy trying to commit not alive,, before Grian stops him.

Be warned! Sewer slide attempt, just very sad stuff

(Hermit!Tommy au) currently crying because I’m imagining Grian the gremlin child completely breaking down while holding this smaller gremlin child -Split

howdy, red here! given the content of this fic, and the length, i’ve elected to include a readmore. this is a great fic :) thank you for writing <3

Grian is optimistic. Grian is this mischievous gremlin who always makes others happy and always wants to have fun. Grian is happy. But entering the nether and seeing Tommy standing on a one block wide path of logs on a cliff that overhangs lava, staring down, makes him crack. No not crack. Shatter.

The dude is just trying to get to the upside down, when he discovers a hole in the side of his tunnel. Peaking through he notices the vague arch shape leads to an open part of the nether, where a line of logs extends out of a cliff of netherrack. A small oak sign is in front of him. When Grian squats down to read it, he notices it says ‘screaming station’. But he hears no screaming, there’s no yells. Only silence.

He glances up to see the back of his new friend Tommy. The old and worn coat hes wearing is practically falling apart, and his gloves have holes in them. He’s facing towards the open lava lake. A heavy aura surrounds him. He’s not moving, except for his foot that traces the edge of the last log. It’s a bittersweet thing. He doesn’t want to jump, but he’s pushing himself to do it. Teasing himself. Hell suddenly got a lot colder.

“Tommy?” Grian’s voice is just above a whisper. A shiver runs down his spine, but he collects himself. He takes a few cautious steps towards the younger boy. “For a screaming station, I don’t hear much sound from ya, bud.”

The boy doesn’t turn around. Something’s wrong. Normally Tommy would at least pull at his sword, threaten to hurt Grian, or get scared and flee. He’s not doing anything.

“Tommy.” He tries again, louder. “Are you afk? You shouldn’t do that here, something can knock you into the lava.”

No answer. It’s so painfully obvious what’s going on, Grian just doesn’t want to admit it to himself. There’s no way this..this child is doing that. But..no one just stands over a sea of death like that for no reason. Grian tries to make light of situations, but he’s not stupid. He understands.

“Tommy, answer me.” He shifts, no longer trying to joke. It’s serious now, he’s worried.

Nothing.

“Tommy, please!” His feet take him to the log extension, not daring to go on however. It has no stability, would it even support two people on it? The builder’s heart pounds in his chest.

It’s only when the blonde takes a step forward with clenched fists and eyes squeezed shut, does Grian leap forward. He grips the younger’s obnoxiously red shirt, pulling him back to the makeshift log platform. They both freeze in shock. Grian drags Tommy back to stable ground, and completely breaks down. He pulls the other into a tight embrace, and the waterworks begin. He pets Tommy’s hair and rubs shapes into his back as the younger finds himself beginning to sniffle too. These are the hugs Wilbur would give when he was slowly loosing it. Desperate hugs, when both people are so broken they just need someone to hold onto. Hugs that were meant for crying while embracing someone you love so tight your hands go numb.

They sit there, crying together. But, Tommy notices, Grian is not just crying, he’s shaking. “Tommy, who hurt you?” he whispers. “Who did this to you?” He pulls away and their eyes meet, his two hands on the boy’s shoulders and all he feels in sorrow and fear. Fear not because Tommy tried to end his life, but because his old server has pushed him so hard that he even thought about it in the first place. Not because Tommy flinches when you go near him or because he spars until someone dies because that’s how he was taught, but because all Grian sees in Tommy’s now grey-blue eyes is himself.

“I don’t know” his voice cracks and his answer makes no sense, but it’s the only thing the blonde can push out of himself. Tommy really doesn’t know. It could be Tubbo. Tubbo, the best friend who sent him out into the wilderness all alone to fight and defend by himself. It could be Wilbur, who went insane and dragged his county and all the citizens down with him, scarring his younger brother who looked up to him with all the hope in the world. It could be Dream, the bastard, no friend, no bastard, who manipulated him just like his brother and tried to drive him to hate on everyone and everything he knows. It could be his father, his own father, who neglected him for his favourite child, who didn’t raise him and let him go off on his own aged 16 to fight in wars and get killed. It could be the whole server, and how they raged wars over land and discs and animals, and how they were power hungry, and how they were all stupid traitors who were bound to turn on one another any second.

Tommy just does not get it. All the hermits have ever been is nice. They want nothing in return and they laugh and everything is fun. Why? Why don’t they fight, why isn’t there any wars? Why do they look at him with pity when he talks about his battles? Why do they cringe when he spars? Why do they cry when he explains the way of life in the SMP? Why is everything so frustratingly different?

But he doesn’t feel frustrated right now. He feels guilty and shameful. He looks at Grian and sees the horror and desperation on his face as he clutches the fabric of Wilbur’s coat in his hands and sobs. Grian can’t help but sob. Sob the lost of Tommy’s childhood, sob for all the wars he’s been forced to fight in, sob for all the trauma he’s went through, and sob for the boy who is like a little brother to him that just tried to end his life.

“You’ve only just started living you can’t end yourself yet. You’re only 16, you can’t Tommy you can’t. You’re whole life is ahead of you. Stay here, you’ll like it here. You already do. I’ve noticed you smiling more, I’ve seen how carefree and calm you feel when floating through the air, I know my chicken pranks are growing on you and I know you love how you can be happy here. Stay with me. Tommy, we’ll help you. I’ll help you.”

“You will?”

“Yes! You belong here. Healing takes time and I’ll be by your side every second. Tommy you are supposed to be here.

It was meant to be.”

Hooooo boy this was kinda sad wasn’t it? :D I hope you enjoy it! Thanks for allowing me to submit this, it means a lot! I love your work and you totally inspired me with the headcannons and drabbles of the family dynamic Grian and Tommy got going on!

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[un2-verse]

BILLY — Kim Taehyung (3)

Synopsis: News of a Sadistic Serial Killer nicknamed “Jigsaw” is spreading around town like wildfire… the nickname stemming from the puzzle piece he cuts from every victim’s body. No one knows who he’ll trap next but in a town full of delinquents and criminals, it could never be you. Right?

Pairing: yandere!Taehyung x f!reader

genre: angst, horror, weirdly some fluff lol

Warnings: dark themes, yandere, stalking, manipulation, conditioning, mentions of abuse, suicidal ideations/attempts, self harm, murder, depictions of torture etc (basically its gorey and fucked up), angel trap, etc stabbing and guns. do not read if triggered!!!!

wordcount: 2.2k

taglist: @yes-sol-not-soul @yoongiofmine

a/n: pt 3 is here!! honestly i wasnt expecting this amount of support as i’ve never published my writing before so thank u sm ♡ i was inspired to write this one night and i had no idea where it’d go or anything but i’m happy with the way its turning out :D fun fact abt me, i’ve been obsessed w the franchise since i was little and i actually have 2 saw tattoos, one of billy and one above saying “cherish your life” since that’s pretty much the motto of saw :) and i have quite the collection of saw/billy items so why not turn my fav horror film into a fucked up love story! let me know if u would like to be added to the taglist and pls enjoy reading^^ feel free to send me asks abt the series or anything u want~ i love hearing from u guys!! :D ps— taehyung and the reader dont have much interaction in this part,, theyll definitely be more of them together in part 4 :) unedited so pls excuse any mistakes!! tysm <33 and remember these are fictional characters and do not represent bts personally in any way!!

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part one part two

The headlines constantly named the Jigsaw Killer, Billy. The somewhat eerie little doll that had a face as white as a Calla Lily with spirals on it’s cheeks as red as the blood that was shed during the tests. Billy was always dressed in a little black suit with a red bowtie and he was (most of the time) situated on a squeaky battered tricycle. Attached was always a tape that read “play me” and when the subjects did, a chilling voice— one that could make even the world's worst predators shiver with terror— would echo around the room.

Everyone knew that a doll clearly wasn’t responsible, yet they gave it the name Billy in hopes to somewhat humanise the face that instilled panic— they did not want to live in fear.

It was the only face behind the killings.

But this time, there was a different subject stuck in the test and Billy had made sure there was no way for them to survive.

“How are you scared of heights? You’re practically a giant yourself!”

“Just because I’m tall doesn’t mean I can’t be scared of heights Y/Nie.”

You had no idea how long had passed since Taehyung had turned up at the garage, you were too busy chatting away squeezed into the kitchen while your Dad, Yoongi and Hobi worked on the cars in the shop. If anyone could hear you both, they would think you’d known eachother since childhood— the playful jokes and light touches exaggerated that.

You’d only known him for a few hours really, if you added the time spent with him on the first day and now. It hadn’t seemed like all those weeks ago that you first met, he had a familiar presence, as though you had known him for years compared to the hours.

“I just wouldn’t imagine you to be scared of anything Taehyung… you seem so confident and fearless.”

You saw the way Taehyung looked at you. His eyes flashed with understanding.

“I did have my fears back then, much like yours.”

“What do you mean?” you had a rough idea on what he meant but you needed him to voice it.

A deep inhale and the words flowed from his lips before he could stop it, “The fear of living. I had been through some stuff you know, growing up. My mum was working a lot and my dad was an alcoholic, he was so fucking possessive and wouldn’t let her go anywhere without kicking off. It was a fucking shitshow and so toxic. This one time though, I’d pretended that I’d gone to school and waited outside the front door. It didn’t take long before I heard shit getting smashed and my dad shouting.” Taehyung was telling the truth only, he left out the part where he was also as possessive, if not more, than his father. Well, let's say… obsessive. “I just ran in the house and saw my dad towering over my mum and I don’t remember what happened but, I do remember my mum crying and my dad disappeared.”

Now Taehyung was lying through his teeth. He remembered clearly, almost like it was yesterday. He smashed the nearest bottle, pulled his mother away from the monster that scared her and stabbed him. Not just once, not twice but thirty-seven times. Hence the thirty seven tattoo on the palm of his right hand (the one he’d actually killed his father with). There was only Taehyung who knew what it meant, he counted every single time the broken glass pierced his father’s body, he counted with a smile on his face and a chuckle in his throat.

You were at a loss for words. Your mouth gaped in shock, eyes wide and your brain scrambled for the right thing to say. You reached over and grabbed his hand, interlacing your fingers. His thumb running back and forth along your hand. “I’m sorry, I can’t imagine what that must’ve been like.” There was no way you could relate, your mother and father were happy and in love. They had the ideal relationship, one you wished for yourself. You could empathise though.

“You don’t need to be sorry baby, it’s in the past and I’ve moved on from it. I was like you though, poisoned by the roots that keep you on the ground even though you wanted nothing more than to break free and be no longer.” A silence fell over you both before Taehyung uttered, “I wasn’t successful with my attempt so now I’m here to help you.”

Warmth spread throughout your body, a smile graced your features as you no longer felt alone.

You had a completely different idea to what those words actually meant.

It was nearing the evening when Taehyung’s car had been fixed. Yoongi popped his head in the kitchen to tell him but stopped himself so as to not interrupt the scene before him. You were laughing along to whatever Taehyung was babbling about with your hand resting on his bicep, with that look in your eyes that he hadn’t seen for years. Yoongi felt himself smile as he saw you hanging onto Taehyung's every word.

For the first time in forever, you looked alive.

Yoongi cleared his throat which drew yours and Taehyung’s attention, “Sorry to interrupt guys. We’ve finished with your car so whenever you’re ready we’ll be outside.” The infamous gummy smile overtook his features, you felt yourself beam in return.

“Thanks man! I’ll be like, five minutes.”

Yoongi nodded his head in reply and swiftly left the room.

You’d taken Tae’s hand into yours, playing with the array of rings that occupied his fingers. Solemn thoughts overtook, am I not gonna see him again? Was this, whatever this is, over before it had even begun? Your eyes stayed on his hand as you turned it over and traced your finger over the inked ‘thirty seven’ on his palm. “What does this mean?”

Taehyung didn’t think twice before he practically beamed out, “It’s my lucky number.”

The difference was, it wasn’t really his lucky number… although he did see it that way. It was the number that had stayed with him. It was something he was proud of, whenever he looked at the hand that killed his father, his chest filled with pride and a joyous feeling overtook his senses. It was his first murder. Something he relished in and thus, created the onslaught of Jigsaw killings. He targeted a certain type— those whose sins would lock them up forever if they were ever found out. Racists, murderers, rapists, drug dealers, con-men. Authoritative figures who abused their power. He even went as far as subjecting suicidal people.

You see, things aren’t sequential. Good doesn’t lead to good, nor bad to bad. People who steal, don’t get caught, they live the good life. Others lie, cheat and get elected.

Some people would call it karma but Taehyung, he called it justice.

He’d started this with one thing on his mind— those that don’t appreciate life do not deserve it.

Whenever a serial killer was on the loose, the press did what they always did. They gave them a nickname. While the public had named the doll Billy. The actual killer was named ‘Jigsaw’.

This stemmed from the jigsaw piece that was cut from the victims skin, no one knew why he was doing it or what it even stood for.

It did have a meaning although unknown to the public.

The jigsaw piece that was cut from the subjects was only ever meant to be a symbol that that subject was missing something. A vital piece of the human puzzle. The survival instinct.

After all, until a person is faced with death, it’s impossible to tell whether they have what it takes to survive.

Across town an underground abandoned warehouse, was where the next subject had found themselves.

They were suspended in the air, their feet merely dangling above the ground. The putrid smell of death lingered in every crevice, the sound of rats scurrying along the concrete floor filled their ears just as they began to stir awake.

A pain in their ribs was the overwhelming factor to them finally coming around. When they groggily opened their eyes, they were paralised with fear due to the scene in front of them.

A doll sat a few feet ahead, perched upon a tricycle. Adorned with a black suit and a red bowtie. A slow red light flashed in his eyes.

Billy.

Before the subject could even register how, when or why they found themselves trapped in a test, footsteps echoed behind them. The subject called out, “Help! Please, somebody help! I shouldn’t be here!”

A tsk reached their ears, as a disembodied voice replied, “Trust me, no one can hear you. Scream all you like. You’d just be wasting your breath, you may as well cherish it before it's gone.”

With hairs stood on end, the subject stilled. “What do you want from me?”

“I don’t want anything from you.” The man's footsteps grew louder. “I’m here to serve justice, that’s all.”

The man rounded the subject, settling in their view with only his cloaked back visible while he tended to the little doll. He touched Billy delicately—like he was a little child that he loved dearly. He combed his gloved hand through the doll's black hair and eventually pulled his fingers from the tresses to pat his head gently.

“You fucking psycho! Let me go!”

He couldn’t help but laugh at that which only infuriated the subject more causing them to shake in anger, a movement they soon ceased when they realised something was penetrating their ribs.

“I’d be very careful if I was you, we wouldn’t want you hurting yourself now… would we?” The cloaked figure spun around. An angry glint to his eye.

“What the fuck, you’re fucking crazy. Let me out, this isn’t right!” The subject tried their hardest to swing their legs, to somehow kick the man who’d imprisoned them.

“I think you’ll find it is right. You’re unworthy of the body you possess.” He inched closer, “see, when someone purposely intends to harm others, they lose their right to life.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

The man arched a brow as he replied, “Don’t play dumb. You know exactly what I’m talking about.” He felt like it was a game of cat and mouse except, he was a tiger and his subject, was the tiniest prey to mankind. “But, let me remind you! Since you can’t get your thick fucking head to work. You’re a liar, a cheater and an abuser. That ring any bells?”

The subject's face dropped.

“Ah, I see by your expression you know exactly what I’m talking about! Glad to see we’re on the same page.” He shrugged his cloak off placing it to the side of the doll. “I want to play a game.”

“What game? This isn’t a fucking game! You’re sick in the head you fucking cunt!”

The atmosphere shifted, the man remained calm while the subject went ballistic.

“What is this? What fucking game?”

“You feel the machine that’s currently occupying your ribs? Well, in about ten minutes that’s going to rip you apart. I’m proud to say that trap is my baby. I’ve been working on it especially for you! How nice is that?” he reached out to tug at the subject’s legs, tormenting them like a cat would a mouse. “Anyway, as my beautiful angel trap will rip you apart, my darling little friend Billy over here,” the subject followed the direction the man's hand pointed, “is going to match your face with the ugliness of your soul.”

“Fuck, fuck this! How do I stop it? Tell me how I fucking stop it!”

A boxy grin overtook the man's face, laughter poured from his mouth as he leaned over and slapped the subject’s leg. “This is a special game.”

“Who are you? What do you mean by ‘special game’?”

He raised himself so he stood tall and grabbed a knife from his pocket, “I’m the man you call Jigsaw.” He traced the tip of the knife along the subject’s ankle, “and when I say a special game… I mean you can’t get out.” While the subject was screaming in realisation, Taehyung walked back for his cloak, hung it over his shoulder and stalked off back the way he came. He sent one last smile to the subject as he rounded them and within the blink of an eye, he gripped the knife and slashed the subject’s achilles.

A chilling scream pierced the eerie atmosphere, the subject couldn’t string words together. Abundances of anxiety, terror and pure panic took reign of their body. Taehyung grabbed the injured muscles and forced his gloved fingers in as he gripped and twisted them, “That’s for Y/N.”

Taehyung had pressed the timer before he cut the subject’s tendons. He grabbed the tape from his pocket and threw it on the ground and with a chuckle he shouted, “Game over!”

Before he reached the end of the hallway, he heard the gunshots pierce his subjects face followed by the sound of the angel trap, even this far away Taehyung heard every crack of the ribs and the noise of the body being tore apart.

Without looking back, Taehyung rounded the corner and slammed the door shut.

He’d chosen the Angel trap for the irony, the subject that was currently hanging from the ceiling was no angel. They were a fucked up, evil, waste of space. Taehyung had done the world a favour, he’d done you a favour.

That got him thinking, how much blood would you shed in order to stay alive?

[a/n: who do we think was in the trap???👀]

[thebonecarver]

Don't Leave Me (But you're already gone) Chap 5

Another chapters lovelies! Enjoy <33

Ship: Alex and Henry

Fandom: Red White and Royal Blue

TW: Swearing (a lot in this one), Angst

Chapter 5: What's that? More Angst!

Alex POV

Alex woke up, the sound of his phone buzzing woke him up. He groaned; it was light outside. He dug up his phone from the couch and looked at who was calling him.

Zahra. Huh.

“Hello?” He asked groggily when he answered the call.

“Shut up. Cash is going to” a pause, “20 minutes to pick you up. We have things to talk about. Pack a bag. And brush your teeth.”

“What-“ the line cut off.

Alex groaned, and then when he checked the date, he groaned some more when he saw the date. Aug 30. The same day Alex had flown over to Henry, screaming and shouting at him for being an obtuse fucking asshole if he recalled correctly. It had been a year, and he still remembered. Fuck.

The familiar anger bubbled, and he used it to push forward in getting ready for whatever Zahra had planned for him. He quickly packed a bag, grabbing whatever he had in his closet.

*~*

“Hey, Sugar.” His mom said. She enveloped him in a hug, and Alex had forgotten just how much he missed his mom while he was in New York. He hugged her back, breathing in her familiar scent.

“Hi, mom. What do you need to talk about?” Her mom, usually clear and straightforward, fidgeted. Huh.

“Let's talk inside. Zahra and June and Nora are there too.” She said. Alex was beginning to worry now. What was going on?

“Mom, seriously, what's going on?” He asked. They were almost to the meeting room.

“Zahra will explain it to you. Don’t worry, sugar; you aren’t in trouble.” She said reassuringly.

Something was definitely going on.

As they walked into the room, Alex took a view of everyone. As said, Nora and June were there, sitting beside each other and quietly whispering, but when they saw Alex, they ran up and enveloped him a hug, causing them to trip and land on the floor, laughing. He missed Nora and June. They hadn’t found time to meet each other with Law School and work for a while except with the occasional facetime call.

“You little shit. How come you didn’t respond to any else of my calls? I was worried!” June exclaimed as they began to pull each other up.

“I was sleeping! Actually, I was sleeping before I got woken up by a fucking phone call. What's up? Why couldn’t y’all just tell me on the phone?” He asked. He was confused.

Nora shrugged, “We’ve been told as much as you have.”

“Really?”

“No. Now shut your ass up and listen,” Zahra called, scaring Alex a tiny bit. They all sat down, and Alex poured himself some coffee, adding a heart-attack-inducing amount of sugar and some cinnamon. It still never tasted like how Henry made it, no matter how hard he tried. He rubbed at the signet ring covered under his shirt. Damn that British boy.

“So…why am I here?” Alex asked as he sat down, a cup of hot coffee in hand.

“You’re going to England.”

Alex’s coffee spilt on his lap.

“Shitshitshit- fucking fuck.” He hissed, quickly cleaning up the spill. June and Nora tried to help, but he waved them off, telling them it was fine. “What do you mean I’m going to England? Like hell I am.” He said, anger and sarcasm dripping from his words.

“Oh yes, you are. Unless you haven’t noticed, the public still thinks you and Henry are friends. And if we want your mom to win the election, we intend to keep the British-American relations stable. Now y-“

“No. No way in fucking hell am I going to England. D-“

“Too bad. You have no choice. I know that Henry left, but the public is getting curious. The law school excuse won’t work forever. You leave tomorrow. You stay from Aug 31st to Sept 7th. You, June, Nora, Bea, Pez, and Henry will be going to a few fundraisers arranged by Pez and Henry, withoutany scandals. If I even get a whiff that you did something bad, I will cut your balls off. Understand?” Zahra takes a long gulp of coffee after saying all of that.

Alex desperately looks at June and Nora, but they seem more excited than anything. June’s eyes show a bit of guilt when they look eyes though. He turns to his mom, but her eyes tell him everything. He can’t get out of this. Fuck.

*~*

Alex is yet again woken up at the ass crack of dawn, because time zones like to be a bitch. He half-awake half-asleep gets onto the plane and sips his coffee, still not tasting how Henry made it. He hates that motherfucker, but he might need him to make industrial-sized amounts of that coffee so he can somehow bring it back to America.

He’s sulky and tired of most of the way there, and he feels kinda guilty for not talking. Nora and June haven’t seen him in a while, and he wants to be chirpy, but the thought of meeting himmakes his stomach do weird things.

“Nora?” Alex asks.

“What numbers do you want?” She asks, somehow knowing. She’s always known. Alex smiles a small smile.

“What is the percentage that I will kill Henry?” He asks, and June chokes on her water.

“Hm. 0.1 percent. You’re too in love with him to do that.” She says casually, and Alex squawks, and June starts laughing.

“I am not in love with him! It’s over!” Alex says hotly.

June sighs and pats him on the shoulder. “Keep telling yourself that, little bro.”

“That motherfucker left me. If that doesn’t show that it's over, then I don’t know what is.” He goes back to staring out the window, ignoring both Nora and June and his heart silently breaking with the words he said aloud. Henry left. And he wanted some fucking answers as to why.

*~*

June, Nora, and Alex walked into the event around 6 pm. June was wearing a long, forest green dress, with Nora wearing a suit with blazer and pants of the same colour as June’s dress. Alex wears a sage green suit, probably his most favourite one yet. All three of them are wearing pride pins, and Alex can’t fucking wait to see some white racist, homophobic and transphobic assholes lose their shit. Fuck them all.

Alex is all smiles, greeting everyone, complimentary champagne in hand. He just finished talking to some probably wealthy man when he sees him. Sees Henry. Flashbacks hit, of their time together. His smile falters as he looks at him, talking. No matter how much time passes, it will never be enough time. He’ll never get over Henry, he realizes, and he hates it. But he’s also hurting. He has no idea why Henry left, what he did wrong. Just, why?

Alex downs the champagne and picks up another glass, Nora and June shooting him a surprised and pitying look beside him. They know this is hard for him but have no idea how to help.

Alex mingles some more, trying to ignore Henry, but then their eyes lock and oh. Henry’s façade breaks, the one he carefully puts together that Alex knows is fake. He’s seen the real Henry. That familiar anger comes; how dare he have the right to look sad? To look heartbroken? When Alex has been the one crying on the couch, curled up in Henry’s old sweater from Oxford. When Alex has been deep-diving into work because free time means he thinks of him. When Alex has been numb and angry and numb again, stomping on Henry’s hoodie. That motherfucker. Alex wants answers, and he wants them now. He deserves them.

“Nora. How long can I stay in a room without anyone knowing me and the Prince of England are gone?” Alex whispers.

Nora smirks. “15 minutes. The room with the blue door is free.”

“I’ll get Henry,” June says, and she runs to Henry while Alex runs off to the door.

*~*

Taglist:

@thenightgodess-feyrearcheron

@that-sociopathic-hufflepuff

@emikadreams

@highladysith

@cardansfae

@aelin-bitch-queen

@live-the-fangirl-life

@story-scribbler

@themoonthestarsthesuriel

@burdened-by-eternity

@stay-because-now-you-have-a-home

@xunxunny

@romas-dorogaya

[deniigi]

sorry to bother again but i am a freshman in college and i am v stressed

how did you get through it and how do I make myself not want to drop every single class i’m in every semester

how does one take more than 5 classes at a time

i am in midterm hell and i am Scared™️

oh you mean, ‘Matt, please do your actual literal job on main?’ Because this is sort of my actual literal job, friend. So don’t worry. I’ve got you.

So first thing’s first, when planning future semesters:

I would recommend against taking more than 5 classes at a time. Mathematically, it is not great for you. If you have to take more than 5, plan on doing 1-2 to during summer school. You won’t be behind. You’re fine. I swear.

Example for future class planning: For every class, look at the number of units/credits it is. That is around the number of hours that you’re gonna spend in that class a week. Now multiply that by 2. That’s about the number of hours total you’re gonna spend on that class in a week (both in class and doing homework).

That means that a 3 unit/credit class = 6 hours of work per week.

You have five of those classes. That means that you’re doing around 30hrs of school work a week. If you have six of those classes, you’re practically working a fulltime job with little to no pay and benefits.

End story: Do not take more than 5 classes a semester if you can help it.

If you can, don’t take more than 4 classes in your major per semester, either. You will die. Use electives and general education classes as your fourth or fifth class to lighten your load and give yourself something that you enjoy and know you can pass for sure. That will give you some breathing room and will help you maintain your GPA.

Coping with Overload now:

At this point in the semester, it’s a little late to be dropping classes, so what you’re going to do instead is to schedule the fuck out of your time.

You need to pick and stick to set dates/times for completing coursework and midterm projects for the next week or two. People do this in different ways, but generally speaking, people will assign projects/homework to certain days.

Example: Monday is Chemistry homework night because assignments are due on Wednesday. You only work on Chemistry on Monday. You finish the assignment and turn it in.

Tuesday is English homework day because assignments are papers and take 3 days to complete due to requiring 3 different steps: research, outlining, and writing. You do the whole researching process on Tuesday and do a basic outline. You will fill out the outline a little more on Wednesday and will then write the whole paper on Thursday so that you can turn it in then, before the Friday deadline.

On Wednesday, after you’re satisfied with your English outline, you will set that aside because Wednesdays are Math days. You will do the Math homework and/or study for 2-3 hours until your brain feels like soup. Then you will stop, do something relaxing for 30min, and then decide if you need to do more studying. If you do, repeat the study + self-care process. Go to sleep at a reasonable hour (before 2am if possible)

Do the same thing for your other 2 classes, assigning each a day and a specific task or set of tasks to complete on each day. Don’t give yourself more than 3 tasks per class/study session, because that’s how you get overwhelmed and into an anxiety spiral.

Apply self-care (breaks, snacks, drinks, music) liberally while doing assignments.

Other tips: figure out how you study.

If you study best in a group, grab some folks from your class and form a study group. If you are in STEM especially, it is expected that you will form study groups. This is how studying happens in STEM, medical, and law fields. It is nigh impossible to do all that labor on your own. Yes, I am serious. Make a study group, even if that’s you and 1 other person.

If you can find a study guide, take it to study group or block out an hour or two and do the whole thing. If you don’t have a study guide, make one yourself out of your homework/assignments and test yourself with flashcards or writing out definitions and forcing yourself to explain the different parts of cycles you learned in class.

If you are in a humanities/liberal arts major, you need to figure out if you study best by reviewing your notes, by re-listening to the lectures, by explaining concepts to others, or by writing it all out as if it was an essay.

If you need to write an essay and are stuck with where to start, reach out for help from a tutor if your school has one, or just start by doing 15 minutes of brainstorming to figure out what you feel about the topic and what evidence/ideas would work to answer it. Pick apart the prompt to see what it is truly asking you to do, write out the components of the prompt separately on a separate page and start answering those question as if they were short answers.

Then when you’ve got that, you can start noting bits of evidence to add to support your points and BAM, just like that, you’ve got an outline. Write a thesis statement at the top that addresses the Who, What, Why and How You’re Going to Prove it of your essay and you’re ready to go.

Example thesis statement: “The world represented in Oh God, How do I Study by Matt Deniigiq includes references to time management, course planning, and big-picture thinking to emphasize the broader theme that this one shit semester is not going to destroy student’s lives. This is evident in the droll humor used throughout the piece and the fact that the author keeps halting in paragraphs to answer emails from frazzled students.”

**yes, your thesis can be 2 sentences long. It’s allowed, I promise.

Know that these 5 classes will not end your life.

Honestly, like, speaking as someone who does this for a living, at public schools anything higher than a C is grand. It’s not usually required for you to list your GPA on job apps later on (I’ve never been asked). No one actually cares about your GPA in social situations.

As long as my students have higher than Cs in their classes and they aren’t like, nursing students, I’m cool with their progress, so give yourself a break if you can.

Also know that getting a low grade in 1 class as a freshmen doesn’t actually fuck up your GPA as bad as you think it will. Like, there’s a lot of complicated shit around this that I could go into, but generally speaking, if you fail one class (and I mean FAIL-fail it. Fs and D-s. None of this ‘UwU I got a C so I failed’), then by the time you’re a junior or a senior, if you haven’t failed additional shit, that F/D- is barely going to shift your GPA.

Like, we’re talking .1 shifts around then. Maybe a .3 shift if you’re at the end of your sophomore year. That’s the diff between a 2.5 and a 2.4. Or a 3.3 and a 3.0. You can make that up almost entirely by taking another round of classes and getting As and Bs (again, the mechanics are complicated, so you’re just gonna have to take my word here).

So yeah, shoot for Cs or higher and know that these classes aren’t the end-all be-alls of your lives.

(For context, if I get a student with a 3.0 or higher, I’m fucking ELATED. I’m not even joking. Y’all will be fine.) 

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Start with these tips and get back to me if you want something more specific. I do this all day, every day.

[pinkpastels113]

2021 fic round-up

tagged @cheapthrillsbeca and @143bc, thank you <33

so like, this is my first time ever doing this and my first year in the fandom and i have to say, i have never found something so welcoming and warm and soft to be a part of and i feel like i will be forever grateful of it and that one day in which i had whimsically decided to create a tumblr account and started following bechloe and its bloggers. a lot has happened to me and the rest of the world this year- the pandemic, the protests, the election, us freaking out whether we would even survive the weird ass events and scares the first few months- and in that time i graduated with a (kinda lame but whatev) valedictorian speech, flew across the country by myself on a very mini vacation, started college, started a part-time job, found amazing new friends, texted on discord, freaked out over anna kendrick (and the rest of the cast) and wrote and read and laughed and cried and paced and grew more confident as a creator in such a niche fandom. it took a lot out of me trying to imagine a fictional world where characters i love have their proper voice, engaging in activities that i have personally haven’t experienced before (ie. going to a bar and having a drink, i’m underage okay sjhgsdj) but it had been fun! and exhilarating, writing something that other people enjoy and have actually experienced before. 

anyways, here goes! and i hope they had (mostly) been okay next to the other phenomenal and fluffy fics out there:

fics (bechloe)

one-shots (in descending timeline order)

i’d write this in the sky (i miss you like the very first night) (2.6k, fun and quick lil meet-cute au, M, for @maddiedrawz)

we could leave the christmas lights up 'til january (2.8k, christmas fluff, M, for @accio-sense)

i threw a wish in the well (i looked to you as it fell) (1.2k, meet-cute au in a mall, T, steca brotp)

caught (952, fluff, G)

because i see green and you were red (5.3k, meet-cute au in the middle of a street with a bike crash, T, emily is beca’s cousin)

d-day on the beach (2.9k, fluff and crack, T, for chloe beale’s birthday)

without you my heart is barely keeping me alive (2.4k, break-up angst au, T)

let me be the laughter to your cry (4.3k, hurt and comfort fluff, T, mental breakdown chloe)

we fit like stars (2.9k, seven year old beca in a library au, G)

talk numbers to me (3.3k, beca is a math genius au, G)

zombae (6.8k, meet-cute rescue mission in a zombie apocalypse au, M)

multi-chaps

give me a shot (8k, meet-cute whilst getting a covid shot au, T, steca brotp)

barking morning (7.9k, beca is a neighbor with a beagle au, G, ongoing)

unreal (13k, pining whilst dreaming drama, E, first ever bechloe fic)

drabbles

why am i still writing pages? (12k, fluff and angst, T, ongoing)

burning red (6.3k, fluff and angst and pining, T, mood fic)

series (1)

the question of when (9.9k, beca and chloe relationship progression, T, different bellas pov)

that one fic that is not bechloe

you look naughty but i’m sure you’re nice (2.3k, jessley meet-cute au in a bar, G, for rare pair week 2021 day 2)

and finally...

2021 stats

user subcriptions: 31

kudos: 1,474

comment threads: 164

bookmarks: 179

subscriptions: 116

word count: 95,864

hits: 19,857

tagging

@someone--stupid, @anastasia-93-daybidaylove, @wordsofmyreality, @pleaseactsurprisedxx, @ifionlyhadmorepaper, and anyone else who wants to do this!

[theonlygamergost]

He didn’t hesitate - Dream-ing SMP au

I was one of the people who wanted to see Wilbur blow everything up at the festival, and I also want to see Phil on the Dream SMP, but since he isn’t on the server... what if I mixed these two things that didn’t happen? 

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The Dream-ing SMP au is an au where Wilbur, Techno, Tommy and Tubbo join Phil’s Minecraft hardcore world, right after they joined, Wilbur gets a mysterious fever that makes him sleep for three days, while asleep, he dreams about the Dream SMP. So now, Wilbur will have to deal with the feelings and events that happened in the Dream SMP knowing that he dreamt them himself, All while living in Phil’s peaceful hardcore world.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Cw// Jschlatt, Dream SMP festival - Tw// Swearing, TNT, (almost) Drowning, Angst, lots of angst, mention of nightmares?

This is very angsty, just saying, be ready to cry.

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Enjoy!

“Let the festival begin!” Tubbo exclaimed, everyone wondered why he had said such a line when the festival of Manburg had been going on for almost an hour now, but the line wasn’t meant for them.

From the top of the building he was standing on, he jumped down in broad daylight, running for the back of the hill, “WILBUR SOOT?” Quackity noticed his brown coat instantly, moving the attention of the president to him.

Both Niki’s and Fundy’s screams of his name were drowned by the adrenaline pumping through his blood, he jumped over the fence and dug the dirt covering the room with the button, he looked once more at the sign singing the L’Manburg anthem, sighed, and pressed the button, bolting outside once again, climbing over the hill to get a better view, he yelled “TUBBO, TECHNO, TOMMY RUN!!!” On cue, Techno started up his elytra meanwhile Tommy jumped off the same building Wilbur did.

Tubbo was about to jump off the stage to run towards him, to run in the woods, and finally join him in Pogtopia, but Jschlatt grabbed his arm,” Where are you going Tubbo? Are you following orders from that guy instead of mine?” Tubbo stuttered, Schlatt giggled, “Of course you would, traitor” To the sight of the president of MAnburg grabbing Tubbo’s arm, Tommy turned around and loaded his crossbow, ready to shoot at Schlatt and free his friend, but it was too late.

Everything that could have gone wrong, went wrong in that exact moment.

Techno’s wings got shot, making him fall, Niki kneeled down to help him, the explosions had already made the blackstone stage and the seats in front of it disappear and Tommy, at the sight of his friend disappearing in a cloud of dust, froze still, “TOMMY RUN!!!” Wilbur shouted, running back towards a TNT-danger zone, but the blonde boy had also disappeared in the explosion by now, a cloud of dust engulfed the British boy in the brown coat.

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Wilbur sat up, sweat, tears, and heavy breathing clouded his mind and plagued his body, looking around frantically, the sober pattern of smooth stone, cobblestone, and oak fences welcomed him to the simple house, purple shulker boxes disposed in a line pointed at a pair of wings and a striped bucket hat, “P-Phil?”.

By the wall of chests, Phil was grabbing materials and mumbling to himself, his name being cried out by Wilbur made him turn around, “Will! Mate! You finally woke- Are you… ok?” The bright smile turned into a more preoccupied expression. Leaving the lists of things he needed on a shulker and sitting next to Wilbur on the red bed, Phil touched his forehead to find out it was boiling and covered in sweat, “You have a fever… that explains it” he mumbled to himself, making Wilbur even more confused.

“Explains what? And why are you here? Why am I here? I’m supposed to be in the Dream SMP Phil!” It was Phil’s turn to stare blankly at Wilbur, “Dream SMP? What are you talking about? Also, why wouldn’t you be here? You came here with Tubbo, Techno, and Tommy a couple of weeks ago now, did you forget about it?” At the sound of the names of his fellow Pogtopians, he asked where they were, to which Phil simply pointed outside.

The two young boys were playing happily with some of the dogs, giggling and running in the morning’s bright sun, a glass building with bees, and a fence full of cows could be seen in the distance.

“Techno left to mine some more netherite for you all, he won’t be back for a while”.

Knowing that everyone was safe made his heart rest a bit, only to get preoccupied with the fact that the older man didn’t know about the SMP “But what about the war? The election?” Phil sighed, getting up from Will’s bed “The fever must be getting to you Wilbur, you are speaking nonsense” Wilbur tried to complain, telling him about Schlatt and how he needed to get L’Manburg back, but Phil simply brought a hand up in a sign for him to stop rambling.

He took a cloth, dipping it into the cauldron and wringing it, going back to the bed, he gently pushed Wilbur down on his back and placed the damp cloth on his steaming forehead, “You slept for three days straight with a fever mate, it’s normal that your mind can get a bit delirious, I’m sure it must have been a pretty intense dream too, you kept shifting and whimpering, I think you cried a couple of times too.” Phil moved away from the bed again

A… dream? The Dream SMP was all… a dream?”

“Here, drink this” he helped Wilbur sit up-right again, giving him a glass of water, he started gulping down the liquid.

But it was all so detailed… he could feel the heat of the sun and the warmth of the other players…  he could feel the pain with each arrow and fall… everything looked and felt so real!

“Not to be a dick Will, but the sweat is starting to dry, if you don’t go wash you’ll start stinking soon” Phil interrupted his train of thoughts, “Plus, the water today isn’t cold, just a bit chilly, it’ll do you good, collecting your thoughts and waking you up… you might want to consider” Wilbur nodded, giving the blonde man back the glass after murmuring out a thanks for the water and the suggestion.

Getting up, the world started spinning, forcing him to sit back down. He waited a minute or so before slowly standing up again and leaning on the wall for support, his body did feel like he had been asleep for three days, his legs were holding him but they shook. As he looked down at them he realized that he was wearing his old skin: white tee, black jacket, and black trousers, it was definitely more comfortable than the L’Manburg and the Pogtopia skin.

Clicking the button to open the iron door, the bright sunlight blinded him briefly, while his eyes adjusted, some cheers in the distance brought him back to when it was just them, right after Eret betrayed them, Tommy, Tubbo, and himself, rebuilding the blown up L’Manburg while goofing around… the sunlight was just as warm.

The ocean surrounding most of Phil’s house was clear, you could see the bottom, the fishes and the sea lanterns.

Thank god in Minecraft you didn’t have to worry about your clothes getting wet, you could just jump in, feel the water on your skin, and be completely dry a few seconds after getting out.

So he did just that, taking a deep breath and inhaling as much oxygen as he could, he let his trembling legs give out and fall into the water.

In a second, everything went quiet, the cool water washed over him, getting rid of stress, sweat, and the effects of the fever, he felt reborn.

Just as he did when Dream gave him the TNT.

His forehead wrinkled, how was it all a dream? Tommy and Tubbo looked so peaceful while playing earlier, there is no way that they would have looked like that if the SMP happened, and Phil didn’t know anything about it? At this point, it had to have been a dream…

So if… hypothetically speaking… the Dream SMP… the wars… the betrayals… the election… the festival… If they were all a dream…

Did he create all of those situations? Did he think about Eret betrayal, all of those explosions, Schlatt winning, him and Tommy running into the woods…

Did he think about killing his friends? About making them fight in combat?

He made them suffer… he dreamt about making his friends suffer!

What kind of person does that?! What kind of friend dreams about those things?!

A faint voice called out his name, but his vision started to get darker… he was out of oxygen, but he was too occupied calling himself a monster… he was terrified of his mind… he was…

“WILBUR!!!”

In the last moment of consciousness, a shadow covered the few rays of sun filtered by the water while warm arms wrapped around him, pulling him upwards, then everything faded.

“WERE YOU NOT LOOKING OVER HIM??” “No- I didn’t think he would have just sunk to the bottom like a rock! He looked fine!” “Is he breathing?” “If-... He-... doesn’t-... soon-!”

As if a rock fell on his chest, Wilbur gasped for air as water rose up his throat, using his elbow as support as he coughed out the water that ended up in his lungs. He could feel the presence of people next to him, but he was too tired to turn and see who they were.

As he started breathing air again, he collapsed back on his back, the lights shined on the worried faces of Tommy, Phil, and Tubbo who where standing behind the man that was sitting on his knees in front of him, he was also panting and his clothes were also wet, after focusing on his face harder, he was able to see that it was Technoblade.

He gave him cpr...

“Will? Can you-... hear me? See me?” He nodded, Techno sighed in relief, using his hands to help himself up straight, he allowed Phil to kneel down next to Wilbur, sitting next to him up and cupping his face, “What the fuck crossed your mind, Wilbur?! Why would you not swim up to breathe?!”

He wasn’t paying too much attention to Phil, his eyes were focused on Tubbo that was holding his mouth, and Tommy who was hugging him, eyes clearly puffy from crying.

Then, behind the two teens, Technoblade emerged back from the water, with his royal red cape in a hand, and his shiny crown in the other.

Techno jumped in the water without taking his cape off…

The voice he heard calling his name in fear was Techno’s…

Techno saw Wilbur in the water and jumped in without taking his cape and crown off…

At that point, Wilbur started crying, gripping on Phil’s shoulder as hard as he could.

In the Dream SMP Techno did not hesitate to agree on helping Wilbur in his maniacal plan, without fear of his reputation getting damaged or getting his hands dirty…

… Just like he didn’t hesitate to jump in the water, even with the risk of damaging his cape and losing his crown.

[theoriginalcarnivorousmuffin]

Hi! I’m a big fan of your work!! I am looking for more but unfortunately I feel like I have read all yhe good Harry Potter docs on Ao3. Do you have any recs?

Sorry for the delay, I just know that whenever I make rec list it usually ends up taking a while.

With that, Harry Potter fics are a big genre. Just saying Harry Potter in general really isn’t that specific to me so this is across genres/character focuses/you name it.

Also, as usual, I’ve been on fanfiction longer and have amassed more favorites there. Some of these are cross posted to Ao3. Similarly, a lot are unfinished, this personally doesn’t bother me but if it bothers you take heed.

Also, you’ll see my embarrassing obsession with Tom Riddle. So, heads up for that.

Stepbrother (Tom Riddle/Hermione Granger, period piece, in which the two remind me a lot of Nabokov)

Cat Among the Pigeons (Tom Riddle/Lily Evans, Psycho-Pass Detective AU, in which I am a beta actually so my promoting this goes without saying)

Til Death Do Us Part (Tom Riddle/Harry Potter, Voldemort wins AU, which for me does very well with the concept of immortality and what exactly Tom is supposed to do after he wins)

This Tangle of Thorns (Tom Riddle/Hermione Granger, modern AH AU, a full on Nabokov inspired fic which I enjoy because Lolita)

Delusional (Tom Riddle/Harry Potter, sort of. Harry wins the war, goes crazy, checks into a mental hospital. Or he’s not crazy and Voldemort is as unkillable as Palpatine.)

Harry Potter and the Natural 20 (OC insert, D&D inspired, shameless crack. I mostly enjoy the beginning of this but it makes me laugh enough to recommend.)

A Hairy Business (AU, Harry is a deer, he is literally a deer, that’s it. It’s funny.)

Animus, Anima (Tom Riddle/Harry Potter, Harry travels back in time, gets stuck in Tom Riddle’s brain, and it turns out Harry’s responsible for every terrible thing that ever happened. This one was squicky even for me, very well done, but strap in.)

Addendum, He is Also a Liar (Tom Riddle/Hermione Granger, Tom has an inexplicable ability to travel to the future, but only to this random little girl Hermione Granger)

Framed & Fractured (Tom Riddle/Harry Potter, Harry gets stuck in an evil painting back in time. Tom is creepy as usual.)

Trying for Eden (Tom Riddle/Harry Potter, Harry travels back in time to lecture Tom into morality. It doesn’t work.)

Magical Mirrors (Luna Lovegood and Severus Snape, Luna and Snape stumble on the Mirror of Erised at the same time and strike up a conversation)

Aphelion (Hermione Granger/Loki, MCU crossover, Hermione and Loki strike up the world’s weirdest toxic friendship when Hermione’s young and attending Hogwarts, this leads terrible places as Loki slides into madness and despair)

Wandering Souls (Luna Lovegood and The Undertaker, Black Butler crossover, Luna meets and strikes up a conversation with the Undertaker)

Of Lies Most Beautiful (Tom Riddle, Hunger Games crossover, Tom wins the Hunger Games becaues that’s what he does bitch)

In Wonderland (Tom Riddle/Harry Potter, Harry ends up back in the past and decides to raise Tom Riddle. This goes so poorly that the pair almost get eaten by eldritch gods multiple times.)

Rumpelstiltskin, Guess My Name (Tom Riddle/Harry Potter, Female Harry travels back in time and offers to save Merope’s life/get her Tom Riddle Sr. the non rapey way in return for her firstborn son. Merope thought Harry was joking. She wasn’t joking. In the sequel, also linked, Harry kills Morfin.)

The Eyes (Harry Potter, AU, turns out “the power he knows not” is the power humanity knows not, Harry’s ability to see eldritch abominations and cosmic gods and thus bring them far enough into our reality that they eat everything. And I mean everything.)

Mirror Mirror (Harry Potter, MCU crossover, Harry makes a huge mistake and stops Hulk in the middle of a rampage. This gets him abducted by octopus nazis.)

I See the Moon (Harry Potter and Bruce Banner, MCU crossover, Harry got brain damage from the war and wanders around the middle of nowhere. He runs into Bruce. He’s now Bruce’s only friend.)

You Will Be the Death of Me (Harry Potter and Tom Riddle, Despicable Me inspired, through a series of convoluted events Tom as the world’s worst father figure ends up raising Harry the sad adorable orphan.)

In Death, Standby (Tom Riddle/Harry Potter (sort of, the authro claims), Tom raises Harry, the only Tom raises Harry that I’ve seen done well because Tom is the world’s worst father. Harry thinks he’s a deformed snake until the age of three.)

Little Harry’s Mirkwood Adventure (Harry Potter and Dudley Dursley, Hobbit Crossover, one of the most Tolkien style crossovers I’ve actually seen and is very good)

A (Self-Imposed) Trap for a Fool (Ginny Weasley, turns out Harry Potter never existed, as in he’s a collective hallucination made up by the entire wizarding world)

McLaggen and From McLaggen with Love (McLaggen, a detective AU then a James Bond style adventure starring McLaggen, the greatest wizard who ever wizarded)

Tom Riddle’s Diary: on keeping devils in the summer (Tom Riddle, Tom Riddle’s antichrist orphan adventures involving exorcism and burning people alive)

and the fates sing (hold on, son) (Harry Potter, MCU crossover, Harry is the son of Loki and like all children of Loki he is a wretched and cursed thing)

A Faulty Master (Harry Potter and Itachi Uchiha, Naruto crossover, Itachi after the massacre of his family has a run in with a master of death Harry, who is a creepy creepy man)

Eye of Reason (Harry Potter/Jack Frost, Rise of the Guardians crossover, due to the mythos surrounding his life Harry ceases to be a man and becomes akin to a god)

Flowers for a Ghost (Luna Lovegood and Itachi Uchiha, Naruto Crossover, Luna befriends a blind ghost)

Third Time’s the Charm (Harry Potter, MCU crossover, Bruce Banner keeps trying to kill himself and MoD Harry is there to have himself a real good day)

Blind Faith (Bellatrix LeStrange/Tom Riddle, canon compliant, an in depth look at Bellatrix from the escape of Azkaban onward)

Cocktail Time (Rita Skeeter and Gilderoy Lockhart, Rita does an expose and autobiography detailing the descent of Gilderoy Lockhart and how he became what he became)

Fantastic Elves and Where to Find Them (Harry Potter, canon divergent AU, Harry thinks he’s an elf. That’s it.)

The Twine Bracelet (Colin Creevy, a look at Colin’s death) 

Legal Alien (Harry Potter, MCU crossover, Harry visits New York and an alien invasion breaks out. Culminates with the best, dumb, joke.)

The Root of Desire (Tom Riddle/Hermione Granger, Hermione travels back in time and tries to influence Tom. All this does is inspire his sexual awakening.)

Deadheads (Harry Potter/Godric Gryffindor, a romantic comedy of a kind, culminating in the best dumbest joke)

Give and Take (Tom Riddle/Hermione Granger, Hermione tries to outwit Tom, it ends in despair)

The Road to Somewhere (Harry Potter, Spirited Away crossover, Harry as MoD is in the realm of the spirits)

Absolute (Harry Potter, Harry picks up a death note, he kills everyone)

Fortunate Son (Dudley Dursleys, years afterwards Dudley looks back and writes a memoir and expose about the abuse inflicted on his cousin)

Elective Affinities (Severus Snape/Harry Potter, Harry travels back in time to discover his parents are assholes and things are more complicated than he imagined)

Juxtaposed (Bod, Graveyard Book crossover, Bod attends Hogwarts)

The Fire Omens (Tom Riddle and a look at WWII)

Broken Toys (Tom Riddle and his useless broken toys)

The Fine Art of Poisoning (Madame Zabini)

A Marriage of Convenience (Pansy and Theo get married)

Reparabilis (Tom Riddle/Harry Potter, Tom becomes a professor, he still destroys Harry Potter)

The Unforgivable Curses (Draco Malfoy, a look at the 4th year unforgivable lecture with Moody and the Slytherins)

Ugly (Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy one sided Dudley/Harry Potter, Dudley’s fat, ugly, and creeps on his cousin)

Three Can Keep a Secret (Harry Potter, on secrets and secret keeping)

Caveat Incimici (Hermione Granger, on Hermione and her terrifying wrath)

Babylon (Harry Potter and Tom Riddle, Harry never gets rid of Tom)

Wonderful Tragic Mysterious (Luna Lovegood and Albus Dumbledore, Luna Lovegood time travels and becomes a young Albus’ neighbor)

In the Clockface, Weighted and Weary (Harry Potter/Ariana Dumbledore, Harry after DH ends up back in time in Dumbledore’s childhood and witnesses the beautiful Dumbledore family dysfunction)

Eternal Return (Harry Potter and Tom Riddle, Harry is reincarnated as Tom Riddle and as a result becomes Voldemort so that a Voldemort exists)

Like Pale Fire (Harry Potter/Godric Gryffindor, the Founders are resurrected and it turns out Harry had travelled to the past and become Salazar Slytherin, turns out the Founders were more complicated than people expected.)

12 Moves Sideways (Harry Potter and Light Yagami, Death Note crossover, Light becomes the Defense Professor, for once Harry does not figure out the mystery.)

A Very Young Girl’s Record of Her Own Impressions (Ariana Dumbledore’s diary)

Night Comes Early (Moody on war)

Little Witches (The Black family women and how it all falls apart)

Paved with Good Intentions (Petunia on finding a baby on her doorstep)

Emerald Serpent for Vanity (Draco and Nagini introspective)

Blue (Tom Riddle/Bellatrix LeStrange, Voldemort wins dystopia, Tom visits Bellatrix’s grave and is very crazy)

Eighteen (Hermione Granger, on Hermione’s betrayal of her parents)

Ouroboros (Tom Riddle/Harry Potter, on what they’ve made of each other)

Not so Different (Scout, To Kill a Mockingbird Crossover, Scout reflects on the wizarding world’s raicsm)

Traitor (Hermione Granger, Hermione is captured by the Death Eaters and commits unspeakable acts to free herself)

Smashing Mirrors (Tom Riddle, introspective)

Twelve Dark Moons (Luna Lovegood/Tom Riddle, Luna becomes a captive of the dark lord)

Full Circle (Harry Potter, Harry wins and is miserable)

The Web of a Thousand Spiders (Luna Lovegood on the diary)

The Metronome (The fall of Lucius’ entire generation)

Understand (Hermione Granger and her betrayal of her parents)

Tea with the Headmaster (Severus Snape and Albus Dumbledore, the pair have tea)

This Grief Feeling (Hermione Granger and Severus Snape after the end)

After Innocence (The trio after the end)

Of Great Turmoil and Excess Stupidity (Sesshomaru and Hagrid, Inuyasha crossover, Hagrid decides to capture a demon for class)

What’s Left of Hope (Severus Snape and Albus Dumbledore, on preserving hope)

In His Keep (Severus Snape and Luna Lovegood, Snape informs Luna her father has died)

Wednesday (Petunia Evans, introspective)

In the Presence of Angels (Moody in WWII)

What He Grows to Be (Tom Riddle/Harry Potter, Harry Potter raises Tom Riddle in the past and it goes horribly wrong)

Being Cassandra (Tom Riddle/Harry Potter, Harry Potter, Tom, and their strange AU friendship)

The Girl (Tom Riddle/Harry Potter, a fem Harry Potter keeps accidentally appearing in Tom’s childhood)

Corruption (Tom Riddle/Harry Potter, Tom wins AU and female Harry slowly becomes corrupted)

One Night Stand (Tom Riddle/Lily Evans, a wonderful look on the first war, Tom Riddle, Lily Evans, the Order of the Phoenix, and terrorism)

The Voldemort Principle (Severus Snape, turns out Snape was Voldemort the whole time and Harry is a lying liar who lies)

Harry Potter and the mountain of pure diamond (Tom Riddle/Harry Potter, Harry has become an ageless god who travels worlds and decides to raise Tom Riddle. He’s disturbed when he realizes Tom is more of a person than he is)

A Road Less Travelled By (Harry Potter/Lucius Malfoy, Harry’s a veela, just read it, it’s amazing, I know I sound crazy but it is)

Transformation (Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, Draco gets eaten by the Forbidden Forest and then Harry gets eaten too)

Rock Bottom (Tom Riddle/Harry Potter, Tom gets trapped being defense professor and has a miserable time)