#Okay so I get that this post is very much a well ummm that's one way of seeing it

[crowley-the-1-true-king-of-hell]

Cas needed that supportive friend who told him not to give up, even when things seemed hopeless.

Crowley

What are you planning to do about Raphael?

Castiel

What can I do besides submit or die?

Crowley

Submit or die? What are you, French? How about resist?

Cas needed that friend that reassures him he isn't alone

Castiel

I'm not strong enough and you know it.

Crowley

Not on your own, you're not. But you're not on your own.

Cas needed that friend that raises his self-esteem and doesn't call him a baby in a trenchcoat

Crowley

God's favorite. Buddy boy, you've got what they call sex appeal.

Cas needed that friend who can see his potential and doesn't think less of him

Crowley

Angels need leaders, so be one. Gather your army and kick the candy out of each and every angel...

Cas needed that friend who can smooth over an awkward situation with a brilliant joke

Crowley

My, my. Playing with fire again? ( When he finds Cas trapped in a ring of holy fire)

Cas needed that friend who isn't afraid to give him a reality check

Crowley

You can't have friends. Not anymore. I mean, my God. You're losing it.

( And this isn't Crowley being controlling, because he means "can't have" as in not possible to. Crowley doesn't mean "can't have" as in being unallowed to. And tbf Crowley was right, TFW decided not to be Cas' friend anymore once they found out )

Castiel

I'm fine.

Crowley

Yeah. You're the very picture of mental health. ( Sarcasm )

In the words of the amazing Mark Sheppard when a fan asked him about the love hate between Crowley and Castiel he said "where was the hate? I don't see any hate 🤨"

[axellis-archv-2]

hey *takes what was supposed to be just a visualization in case i ever wanted to draw overhallidays place in the future and then spends 4 hours on it

[waitmyturtles]

Hot Take: Be On Cloud and Sammon out GMMTV-ed GMMTV with that lame-ass 4 Minutes finale

(TW: Ummm, this ended up being a rant, so don't read this if you enjoyed that finale.)

WOW.

This is not the central thesis of this post at all, but I need to get this off my chest, FIRST OF AWL: GET AN ORIGINAL OST. WOW.

LIKE, ACTUALLY, I want to not get into this, but I actually need to talk about this for a second. ICONIC OSTs like, SAY, "Why Don't You Stay" or "Just Friend" (OR THE DARK BLUE KISS THEME SONG, THE BEST ONE) are meant to invoke THE SHOW FROM WHICH THAT SONG HAILS, AND THE FEELINGS THAT THAT PARTICULAR SHOW MADE ONE FEEL. WHAT THE FUCK WAS 4 MINUTES THINKING?! THIS SHOW WAS NOT KINNPORSCHE. NOT AT ALL. I FELT NO KP FROM 4 MINUTES. I hope Jeff Satur sues BOC for copyright infringement. ANYWAY.

I mean, this is gonna be messy, but in yet another case of shippy roooooomance, a kind of rooooomance that's supposed to leave us feeling like the central couple is worth redeeming against both the obstacles that the story gives them, AND/OR a weak script as well (I wrote about this recently during a rewatch of The Eclipse), I mean, BOC and Sammon just threw an otherwise really amazing storyline to the dogs.

We were supposed to get a lot of moral and ethical loops closed here. I would have been okay with a Ton Kla redemption! I would have been okay with Korn living the rest of his life in pain and suffering for neglecting Ton Kla! Instead, they're both "redeemed" by their own deaths?! I get Win being upset, but Win, you knew who you were sleeping with! Come awn!

AND. I'm supposed to believe that Great is worth redemption because he threw a corrupt government minister under the bus and prevented his parents from coming back to Thailand, while we see him walking away from a woman having a heart attack???? Like, THAT'S NOT GOOD!!!! He's had a messy life, but he's not necessarily a good person, folks!!! HELLO!!! "He's a good person?!" TYME?? Like, Great's hot, BUT LIKE, DON'T BE LIKE THAT, TYME, GURL, ACTUALLY LOOK THRU AT WHO YOU'RE DATING.

ALSO, TYME, HIPPOCRATIC OATH, DUDE. I KNOW YOU WANT THAT GUY DEAD, AND HE DESERVES BAD THINGS, BUT YOU CAN'T MAIM HIM PURPOSELY, HOMEY, YOU'RE ABOUT TO BECOME A PROFESSOR.

And LIKE, WHAT THE FUCK, putting a whole new story point about Warit's kidnapping from some dude named Wanchai who we don't even know, and finding out that Warit is a general?!?! It was JUST CONFUSING.

Also, Den dating a patient. I know medical ethics are probably different in Thailand, but they cannot be THAT DIFFERENT, friends, they can't (right? right?).

And. Finally. TYME GOT SHOT MULTIPLE TIMES IN THE CHEST AREA. He survived after two months of recovery?! HE SURVIVED POINT-BLANK SHOOTING?!?!?!??!?!?! AND GREAT SURVIVED HIS POINT-BLANK SHOOTING, TOO?!?!?!?!

LISTEN. LISTEN. I get that BOC wants GreatTyme together. JesBible are a good pair. It's fine Great and Tyme are together. It's nice.

But there was an ACTUAL storyline, told WONDERFULLY for seven episodes, that had these characters in moral and ethical chokeholds that could have received different and very much more appropriate endings. This is fiction, of course, but the moral and ethical prisons these characters were in were very real-to-life by way of what humans value, and how you balance those values against the real-time decisions that humans need to make for themselves and their families.

Instead, BOC took the wild GMMTV playbook of late (The Eclipse, 23.5, Only Friends, Wandee Goodday, even Last Twilight and My Precious) and just railroaded ethical explorations for, my GAWD, guitars and boats. GUITARS AND BOATS! If either Great or Tyme had died, how would the story have expressed regret, uncommunicated feelings, unsolved mysteries?

The ending sucked the mystery out of this series, and frankly, made light of the fact that we were not in a Series Y for seven-eighths of a runtime, only to truly suck us back into Y territory -- real, sugary, cheesy Y territory, GUITARS, THE KP OST OMG -- that just clashed with the tonality of what was shaping up to be a great queer crime murder mystery show. GMMTV already does this. BOC did not need to go there.

Funny that some of us are watching Kidnap now, and commenting (I'm stealing @shortpplfedup's words here) that Kidnap is not a crime BL, but a crime BL. Kidnap knows what it is: it is shaping up to be a fun, unserious Y series that's centered around two himbos not really understanding the consequences of their decisions, and being googly while doing it. It seems to be taking its unseriousness seriously. Good on GMMTV for taking initiative there.

4 Minutes? 4 Minutes needs moral closure, not sappy romance. I could have used a hint that we were gonna get punked earlier. I wouldn't have taken this show as seriously as I did if I had known otherwise.

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

OK OK OK OK OK. wibby thoughts. wibby bisection thoughts. we could just like vivisect him this time. fucking shit like that. have his guts and stuff all over the forest.

as i've said ummm. fucking around with passengers Is gonna come up a bit at some point (doesn't feel like a spoiler to say? i mean. bonesaw is Literally Here) so i won't say much, but bonesaw literally does say in snare 13.9:

so. yeah!!!!!!!!!! yeah!!!!!!! that could fucking happen!!! if the trickster has control over someone like bonesaw who is capable of doing that!! (would he Want to though? there's no like. secret well of planeswalking power in him here. would he just do it for fun????!!!!) and. ough. ok. let this one cook for a while ok there's a part u need to get to in worm that's relevant. i think this could go very hard i like it a LOT but i legally can't talk about it very much!!!!

ALSO. as i just made a post about. he could literally just get trapped in muse's area of effect during this final battle and get. um. well. really anything could happen to him. honestly the pulling him in half clicks really fucking well with this i think because that really does feel like some cartoon nightmare shit.... get yoinked!! & because it's dream logic he could still get put back together just as easily... he could be like. alive and aware the whole time it's happening. u know. wheezing bloody exposed lungs that aren't Working and aren't Doing anything and they should have stopped by now his heart is fallen out it should be stopped but it's still squeezing and his eyes are still moving etc. this would also be like. reminiscent of his trigger event (laying helpless and paralyzed and in immense pain for many hours in the middle of the woods that want to kill him). ik u have second trigger thoughts. shrug!! maybe ashe has a moment of lucidity before the field drops and goes OHHH GOD OH FUCK because wraith is just. strewn across the ground torn apart like a doll that yr dog got to. etc etc etc.

ANYWAY. thats what ive got so far what have u got!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 👀👀👀👀👀

AHA. YEAH. LITERALLY WIBBY FRIDGE IN THE FOREST. okay okay okay we are cooking we are in the kitchen together just throwing ingredients into the soup. I'm obv not going to comment on the passengers thing until I read some more of worm (btw quick side note the s9 had a cameo in the last interlude I read and I got so ridiculously happy to see them again. extremely nervous about yhem cloning themselves (???????) though. although i kind of hope they are so that it'll give me more ideas about tide. anyway.)

HOWEVER. I DO REALLY REALLY LIKE THE GETTING CAUGHT IN THE BLAST ZONE VIBE but something that hits so hard about that event in canon is just. how. Direct And Personal it seemed. like. he Did That while holding him in the air and telling him to not be afraid bc it'll all be over soon. that's so much. I love the wibby getting caught in the fucked up breaker effect but also i think it should be DIRECTED at him. reasoning behind this i don't know why yet. but I'm sure we can think of something sufficiently harmful.

god dude i didn't even CONSIDER the dream logic of it all. we literally don't even have to kill wibby we can just have him awake and alive and aware of it all. wow! awesome! and dakota can try to push him back together and he would be aware of this and trying to talk to him but his fuckign. everythign is ripped open so he can't exactly talk now can he !!!

I do have SO MANY second trigger thoughts and I do think this is so fucking perfect as a second trigger moment exactly bc of what u said abt laying helpless (ESPECIALLY if we have dakota trying to fix him because. hey he didn't trigger the first time until people came to get him. lol. lmao, even.) and i HAVE actually put a good amount of thought into what his powers would look like after this but i cant tell u until youre done w pd AUGH. also hey having ashe be lucid for a second sucks even more because he'd drop the breaker effect. the only thing that could feasibly put wibby back together in this state is ALSO the breaker effect. so he fucking panics because hey wow i just did this and the only way to fix it or undo it is to . go back to being a horrible little puppet or whatever. do u know what I mean

side note I think wibby needs to have a brutal gross awesome scar from this. i can't talk more about this until you finish 39. smile !!!!!!!!!! what the fuck dude.

[prrism]

Maybe Eret for the babysitter shenanigans??

Thank you so much for the ask 😁 It sure has been a while since I last posted anything (*cough* almost 3 months now *cough*), but I promise I’m still around and writing, just been taking things extra slow lately

Young Heir

Summary: You just wanted some time for yourself but instead get dragged off to aid the SMP’s king…

Characters: Eret x Reader, feat. Foolish

Relationship: platonic

Pronouns: unspecified/kept neutral

You made sure your daily chores were done early today so you could kick back and relax with a new book you’ve been dying to read, and yet just as you’re settled and about to crack open the book the sound of large footsteps shakes the entirety of your house. You hoped nothing would break from such shaking before the it stops and there’s a minute pause before frantic knocking is heard. With a sigh you place the book into your inventory and get up to see who was there. You barely have a chance to say hello before you’re practically snatched from the doorway and dragged away from your house.

“Whoa! I don’t appreciate the kidnapping! What’s with the rush?” You shout unamused, trying to pull away from their iron grip. They halt their movements and you now get the chance to notice the totem body and shark-y head.

“Sorry! Sorry! I just sorta grabbed you in a panic, but I really really need your help with Eret.” Foolish apologizes.

“My help? What for?” You ask as you both start walking at a much less panicked pace. (similar to Bad, I headcanon that Foolish can shift his size at will)

“Well…” Foolish chuckles nervously, “while I was helping Eret, we were discussing about some new expansions for the historical museum, and we sorta got on topic about that strange… ummm… moss? I think? That’s been appearing around the SMP.”

“Oh no… alright say no more, I get it.” You sigh, rubbing at the bridge of your nose. “But why my help? You know how to take care of children, you have two of them.” You point out.

“Yes, and they’re doing very well,” Foolish smiles proudly. “But no, the reason I need your help is because I can’t find Eret anywhere.”

“YOU LOST THEM!”

“It’s not my fault! I swear! I got distracted when Quackity asked if I was free to return to the casino and…” He trails off feebly. “Please, I really need someone I know for a fact is trustworthy to help.”

“Okay! Look you already dragged me out of the house and we’re basically to the castle so there no harm in helping.” You sigh

“Thank you thank you thank you.” Foolish smiles giddily, you chuckle to yourself at his own childish antics as you continue towards Eret’s castle…

“I’ll start by checking to make sure Eret didn’t somehow get outside in the time I was gone. You could check the throne room, I guess, that’s where I last saw him.”

“Sounds good to me.” With that the two of you split up, you immediately heading for the throne room. Stepping in you take a second to admire the decor, from the fine craftsmanship of the structure itself, to the multicoloured stain glassed windows and of course the throne resting elegantly at the far end of the room. Your gawking comes to a halt when you pick up the sound of shuffling, it was faint but it was there, that’s when you noticed the little head peeking around one of the curtains before darting behind it again. You smirk at the idea popping into your head.

“Now where oh where could Eret be? Maybe he’s by the throne?” You walk over and pretend to look around the throne, you hear a soft giggle. “Nope, not there. Hmmm, maybe she’s on the ceiling?” You have to stop yourself from laughing as you look up. “Darn it, not there either. Where could they be? Oh well, guess I’ll just have to walk away and look somewhere else.” You say this slowly as you walk away from the throne towards the curtains, pausing a moment before pulling them back. “Found you!” A surprised but excited shriek comes from Eret before it quickly turns to laughter.

“Again! Again again!” He claps.

“I don’t know, Foolish had a hard time finding you the first time, that’s why he got me to help.” You sigh, she pouts a little but it doesn’t last long as they start tugging your pants in an attempt to get you to follow him. “Oh? You want me to come with you this time? Hmm… alright, I see no harm in it.” You say this more to yourself then to Eret, nonetheless you follow her to a room full of different clothing.

“Dress!” They bounce on his heels pointing to the array of clothing.

“You wanna play a bit of dress up with me?” You already knew the answer but the eager nod she gives you is that extra confirmation.

You completely lost track of time while modelling the many different outfits in Eret’s closet. From suits to dresses to casual wear, you tried them all chuckling to yourself at how much bigger their own clothing looked on Eret. Now the two of you, dressed to the nines so to speak, were enjoying a lovely little game of tea party, making sure to be “extra proper” by sticking your pinkies out the entire time.

“Shall that be one sugar or two my good friend?” You ask in an exaggerated accent, this earns a small chuckle from Eret as they hold up two fingers. “A splendid choice my good friend.” You’re about to continue your game when the door bursts open, an almost panicked looking Foolish being the culprit. You all stare at each other for what feels like forever. “Right… Foolish, I forgot you were looking for Eret…” You trail off awkwardly before, “you… uhh… you wanna join our tea party?” He looks at you bewildered for a second before calming down.

“…… sure.” Is all he says. You all sit together and continue with your tea party, you and Foolish ending up having a little contest to see who can make the funniest accent.

“My verdict is… you both sound ridiculous.” You pause at the voice, having gotten so wrapped up in your little competition you failed to notice Eret was finally back to normal.

“Eret! Glad you’re yourself again… I guess you’ll be wanting the outfit back.” You say, heading over to change out of the outfit you had been borrowing.

“Actually, you can keep it if you want.” Eret waves off like it’s nothing.

“Really?! But I couldn’t-”

“It’s fine, (y/n), really. I don’t wear that one a lot anyways and it looks good on you. Think of it as a thank you for the help.” Eret encourages.

“Umm, thank you. I promise I’ll take real good care of it.” You pause awkwardly for a second. “Well, I guess I should head home. Good luck with your museum renovations.” You wave to them as you collect the rest of your things and head out.

“Thanks again for the help! And sorry for dragging you out of your home!” Foolish thanks and apologizes, you wave him off as a way to say that it was fine and continue your journey back home.

……… or you would’ve if not for one complication………

I hope you all enjoyed! Let me know who you’d like to see the childish shenanigans of next 😁

[strangestcase]

Griffin being canonically blind isn't canon actually. He was able to throw stones in Kemp's windows, meaning he knew where to throw, his notes were not in Braille and contained Greek letters and numbers other characters were able to see and read (but not understand), and Griffin himself made multiple visual descriptions while telling his story.

It's okay to have headcanons, but calling anyone ableist for not sharing your vision is just disgusting. Also, there are numerous albino people who have pretty normal eyesight, even if it's not perfect. Stating that albino person necessarily must have visual impairment is in fact ableistic itself.

Well, last time I asked an expert they said all people with albinism have visual impairments and most of them are legally blind (not completely blind, mind you), and last time I checked H. G. Wells was not an expert.* Like, did you know people with albinism usually don’t have bright red eyes irl? Their irises are pink or purple. But Griffin is described with red eyes rather than pink, which would be a more common eye color. And that’s (another) thing Wells got wrong, because, guess what, writers can get things wrong. He also doesn’t mention strabismus or nistagmus anywhere, even though very much all people who have albinism have one or both.

(I only know like, two artists who draw Griffin with strabismus. And that’s counting myself.)

Griffin has albinism. I did research before writing him, including asking dermatologists and ophthalmologists, and if I had access to people with the same condition I would have asked them too (and in fact I regret not reaching out to do so). But like… Either you write him with actual real life albinism or you don’t. Unlike Wells, who only mentions he has light sensitivity like, once?

Let me ask you some things, anon: are YOU a person with albinism? In which case, I get it, I get your complaints! Because you’re technically right, and I concede it’s not my job as a physically abled person to police what you do in fandom. I can only do so much.

But if you’re not, would you have been assed to do research to write a character that has albinism, beyond “ummm actually not ALL albinos are blind”? Do you even know what “blind” means, like, medically? And, more importantly: are you saying these things to me because you want me to do better? or is it because you got butthurt I made some posts about the way the fandom ignores Griffin’s disability and treats it as a simple cosmetic effect rather than a medical condition that impacts his quality of life… like, forever ago? Actual, genuine question here. Do you WANT me to do BETTER with disabled rep? Or are you just angry I said you’re getting a disorder wrong (sometimes on purpose!) a few times in the past? Because from your tone I can’t tell and your use of “albino” rather than “person with albinism” makes it more confusing.

Let’s be clear here. “Griffin is visually impaired and should probably be blind” isn’t a headcanon, it’s what would happen if he had albinism, a real life condition from an array of real life conditions, in real life— if he was not a Fantasy White-Haired Freak to Wells and half of the fandom. H. G. Wells could have had a type 1 diabetic character spend a whole day without injecting insulin and you lot would be like “well them needing to inject insulin to not die painfully isn’t canon, stop saying all diabetics need insulin”.

*(Also some of my now late uncles all had type one OCA and, according to my mother, they were all legally blind to various degrees. I don’t count this as a firsthand source but yknow.)

[kitkatopinions]

Okay, so I just watched a Miles Luna cameo video talking about the chant Pyrrha does to unlock Jaune's aura, link here to the reddit post of it. And it's a very interesting video for a number of reasons. Please note that while talking about this, I wanna be aware that my interpretations of what he's saying may not be definitively true. Miles Luna is someone I don't know and I'm unable to ask for clarification on anything he says. I'm simply talking about what this video made me think and how it came across, not trying to say like "this thing he said definitely means blah blah blah." This was just very interesting and I wanted to talk about what I found interesting and what I got out of it.

So he was answering the question "what's the deal with Pyrrha's aura unlocking chant thing in volume one? Was it like a standarized thing, or was the mantra unique to a person's beliefs?"

I'm going to be putting things that Miles said in indented and then talk about the things I think are worth talking about.

"I've always been in the camp that it's the latter, that that's like a Pyrrha Nikos thing."

So this'll happen again, but it's just interesting that Miles' answer comes in the form of 'this is how I saw it' rather than 'this is how we saw it,' which makes it seem like there wasn't an agreed upon conclusion or even an agreed on supposition on what this moment even was.

"The story behind that is a wild one, it takes us back to volume one. Back when me, Monty, and Kerry were... Learning how to tell stories." *Laughs* "Stories that lasted more than like - you know - five minutes, and build worlds and stuff. And back then, you know, so much stuff was rough around the edges. And it was a lot of experimentation, and just trying things, and having to just like, throw ideas out there and commit to them because we just had to work really quickly and..."

Miles talking about how rushed they were, how they didn't know how to tell a real story yet and were just 'throwing out ideas and committing to them' is just... To me, it really seems like it indicates what I already thought, that things weren't 'planned from the beginning' because they were just writing, and writing on a deadline, so they were putting things into the story without fully thinking them through and committing to them because it was all they could do.

"I remember we were trying to establish, you know, we need to teach the audience how aura works. First off-" *Laughing* "I don't think we did a super good job with that. The same with semblances, and a bunch of things."

It's so funny to me that if rwde posters and rwby critics said something along those lines, like 'they weren't good at telling us how aura worked' or 'they really just didn't establish a lot of things very well,' many anti-rwde posters would just hate us. XD And this is what I mean when I talk about how overly defensive some people in the fandom are, because one of the main writers and creators can look back and laugh about the ways they went wrong in the early volumes and recognize that they weren't the best at storytelling, and meanwhile there are fans that would be like 'ummm why do you need your handheld? Obviously aura works like *insert headcanon here* and you should've gotten that through the brilliant scene, you fucking idiot." Like, it's so much easier for me to fondly smile and shake my head at the sort of charming follies of early-RWBY. Random tangent, but it reminds me of watching a movie with my ex-boyfriend where he got angry that I said a character who was getting in a physical fight was aggressive and he rewound the movie several times and made me watch the character start a physical fight repeatedly to 'prove to me' that the character wasn't being aggressive, and I was just sitting there thinking 'I would like this movie a lot more if you weren't so defensive over it.' But anyway, back to the video.

"But I remember we were like 'okay, well Jaune's kind of our like - our big dummy who needs to be taught everything so the audience can learn a lot through Jaune. So Jaune doesn't - It makes sense that Jaune doesn't have an aura, and maybe he like um, unlocks it at some point like during the - the Emerald Forest trials, but like how?' And we were trying to figure stuff out, and Monty goes like-" *Shrugs* "'What if we just have Pyrrha unlock it for him?' And we were like 'how would that work?' And he was like 'I don't know, man, Pyrrha's supposed to be the best. Maybe she's really in tune with her aura. And so like, you know, maybe if like, people are really in tune with themselves and - and in sync with their aura, they can give people with more potential - they can just give them a little nudge.' And we went 'yeah, sure! Why not?'"

So if you applied the ideas of the two criteria here to world building, you have 'People who are really in tune with themselves and in sync with their aura can unlock other auras' and 'People who have potential can get their auras unlocked.' Which means potentially characters who are shown to be confident, self-assured and who know who and what they are - like Glynda, Robin, Maria, maybe WBY now that they had their 'I am a Huntress' moments - could hypothetically have this power if it hadn't been dropped. And who has potential is a bit trickier, but civilians who can or want to fight, maybe? So, would Whitley count as being able to unlock an aura? See, the interesting thing is that I wouldn't consider Pyrrha to be particularly self-assured emotionally. Physically, yes, but emotionally I think she suffers from some insecurities that might give her blind spots. So maybe unlocking aura requires someone to be physically in tune with their body.

"I remember Monty wanted to write uh, Pyrrha's monologue and - and it's so Monty. Um, but it's one of the few things where he was like 'Hey, can I take a stab at that? I think it would be fun.' And he did, and I think it's really great."

Him saying 'one of the few things' is also interesting to me. But I do tend to have the opinion that from what I've heard, Monty would have ideas and Kerry and Miles are the ones that did most of the writing and like, turning the ideas into a firm thing. That's just the vibes I've gotten from the way that they've talked, and this just kind of makes me think that more.

"And it's very - It comes across as very, like, mystical. And like, ooh, exciting, mysterious. Because that was - that was kind of what we wanted the vibe to be about like aura. Like it's this spiritual thing that like, we understand how we can kind of use it um, practically, in combat. But like, emotionally and spiritually, there's so much more depth there. It has room to grow, there's things about it we don't understand. And um, we felt that what Monty wrote kind of encapsulated that sort of mysterious, spiritual um, like, side of it. And also for Pyrrha too. Like it made her seem like she was just levels upon levels higher than where Jaune was at the time. And we also felt - I mean I definitely feel as though, that it's something that like, she likes to think about and something that she says to herself to give her courage. Because if she's gonna fall in battle, then so be it. But she believes that her spirit - that there's a part of her that will live on, long after her body falls, and will go to some other plane on some grand adventure."

A part of me wishes that this had been so much more explained, but also I feel like the spiritual part of things isn't something that I want heavy emphasis in when it comes to the characters that seem to disregard their lives a bit, if that makes sense? Like, don't get me wrong, I'm not one of the people who think that Pyrrha going to fight Cinder is some indication of fault with her or Ozpin or something, I think it's perfectly logical that she went up to fight Cinder. I just also think that adding in that Pyrrha thinks 'if she falls then so be it,' before having her actually die. RWBY has a very dicey at best track record when it comes to suicide (Penny, Ruby in V8) and I think adding in these elements for Pyrrha would just have made it even worse.

"And I think that gives her the courage to... Be Pyrrha Nikos, out on the battlefield, fighting for the lives of others. That's kind of always been my take on it. But yeah, the short behind the scenes answer is um, Monty thought it would be a cool thing to do. Um, that was the answer to a lot of things from back then."

More 'not everything was well planned' indications here.

"Um, and I - and I like it a lot too, because we were really trying to explain to the audience that the creatures of Grimm don't have souls. There should be no moral quandaries about slaughtering hordes and hordes of these scary looking creatures."

Okay, so... I'm going to get into some controversial stuff here, because if they wanted to ensure that there were no moral quandaries about fighting the Grimm in the early seasons, why were they comfortable having the White Fang being such prominent enemies who Team RWBY would throw off of train cars that were blowing up in a tunnel soon to be overrun by Grimm? To me, if I was concerned that people would take issue with the main protagonist mowing down animal-like creatures that acted mindless and therefore had to establish that they don't have souls, I would be five times more concerned with making sure my main protagonist wasn't just tossing aside talking sentient humans especially if I had made them part of an in-universe marginalized minority group. Just a thought.

"And then, you know, on the opposite side of that, if the things that all of our protagonists fight are soulless, then we should make something that makes huntsman and huntresses really strong, it's the fact that they do have a soul that can manifest itself in ways that can protect the user - like the body of the person. Uh - uh, it's just something that, I don't know. It's like warm, fuzzy like faith and belief. And just, it felt like the nice counterbalance to the like, hollow, cold, violent Grimm."

What's interesting to me about this statement is that they wanted Huntsman and Huntresses specifically to counterbalance the Grimm by having proof of their humanity in their souls being so blatantly represented. If it were me, I would have humanity in general separated from the Grimm through their souls. But it's almost like the only people they care about and the only people they want the audience to care about are the hunters and huntresses, and not the civilian figures and random people just living their lives. I think that does sort of come across in the writing with things like Cinder killing people on the bridge in volume eight and knocking them down but then later on Yang saying in volume nine that they saved everyone, and Weiss throwing the guards into the ocean never to be seen again, and no one really bringing up or caring about how Mistral is pretty much defenseless, and so on and so forth. I think this also comes across in the fandom, where I've seen people talk about 'why would we care about the NPCs' and things like that. This just makes it seem to me that the writers don't really care about civilians.

"So yeah, that's kind of my all over the place answer, I hope you like it. Because that's how I always felt about it. We kind of just rolled with it back then, because we had to, because we had to work so fast, with so many constraints working against us."

The fact that even the main writers and creators seemed to be on time crunches where they couldn't take the time to really figure things out speaks volumes I think about how Rooster Teeth does business. Also, more little reasons here to not believe everything was planned from the beginning. Miles Luna says they just rolled with things not even because they wanted to but because they had to, because they didn't have time to put more thought into what they'd do before they did it.

"And we were super inexperienced. Um, if I were to do it all again, I would wanna - I would wanna dig into that more. I think there's some cool, untapped potential there. And in a million other places in the show."

This is so true that there is so much untapped potential in RWBY. But I just think it's really funny that once again, this is something rwde posters and rwby critics would get blasted for saying. XD Like I remember one time posting like 'there's so much I would change and explore more in RWBY if I could reboot it' and someone in the comment section was like 'I bet your writing sucks, idk why you think you could improve anything about RWBY.' If I said RWBY was full of untapped potential and I wish it was dug into more, I might get accused of being a know-nothing idiot or an obnoxious entitled brat, lol. XD

"Um, but, you know, those rough edges and that sort of like - amateur is too strong a word - but the - the over ambition of RWBY, I think has always been one of its greatest strengths and also greatest weaknesses."

For once, I completely agree with Miles Luna. One reason why RWBY is something I keep coming back to is that there's just so much there to work with, so much that could be really good. But it's also one of the biggest flaws of RWBY that it always packs so much in that it just doesn't seem to have any interest in properly exploring or following through on, and I do think it would be a much better written show if the writers would just stop and take a breath and scale back and edit to what they can handle. It's like filling your fridge with a ton of perishable food in the hopes of cooking amazing meals, but then not taking the time to ever really cook or do anything good with the ingredients and then throwing together a hodgepodge sandwich before (or even after) things start spoiling in the fridge. It's great for creativity and it makes me want to actually cook something good with all those ingredients, but you still think they shouldn't have been that ambitious and you're like 'next time you go shopping just buy stuff for a regular old sandwich because apparently you can't handle it, and this sandwich has moldy cheese, too many vegetables, balsamic vinegar, mustard seeds, uncooked lobster, and a twinkie. What were you thinking?' Anyway, long spiel short, RWBY has great potential, endless heaps of good ideas that are inspiring and that's one of the best things about the show! But it's also way too ambitious and it leaves the show in a mess. I don't even have a good solution that would keep the scope of the show and how it gets the creative juices flowing without being too much for the writers who can't seem to do any real depth or follow through, I'm just talking. XD

"Uh, but it has a lot of charm, and we had a lot of heart back then. And i'm glad that people still think about volume one to this day. It's just cool."

It's interesting to me that Miles Luna says 'we had a lot of heart back then.' Now again, I'm not trying to say 'Miles Luna definitely meant that they don't have heart now,' because I don't know him and I don't know what he meant, but just the nostalgia in his tone and the way he talked, it made me think about how RWBY used to feel like this loved thing that people really wanted to do, whereas now sometimes RWBY feels like the thing that people don't want to do that they're just plugging away at, and like skipping past loads of exposition and having their characters act exasperated and tired out by everything. I've gotten to that state where I was really excited about writing something, and then when I got out of the mood to write it and was just forcing myself too, it would leak into skipping over important things and just writing the characters to go through the motions in like vague annoyance because I was vaguely annoyed. It's a sign that I need to grow as a writer, but it also makes me go 'do I really want to even be writing this, does this even spark joy' and sometimes the answer is no. And it just kind of feels like sometimes that's what RWBY is now, a project people don't want to do anymore that no longer sparks that same joy that it used to.

But on a better, lighter note, I'm glad too that people are still thinking about volume one, because it often feels like the RWBY fandom on the general whole just doesn't even like the early volumes and wants to forget them, or even forget seasons 4-6 sometimes. Some people will act like the only thing that matters is the present, and looking at the setup or the early established things is just stupid when it's like... No, that's the whole thing that RWBY was built on. Volumes 7-9 alone don't tell a complete story. It's a hodgepodge sandwich full of a bunch of mismatched stuff maybe, but I really feel like the people that eat the whole thing and might complain about the bad parts actually like the sandwich way more than the people who take the top piece of bread and then tell you that all that other stuff doesn't matter anymore. XD But yeah, that's just the things that I was thinking about when I saw that cameo video.

[nikatyler]

Little more pretending than usual had to go into this because no way in hell she'd be even like sigh "alright let's do it 🙄" But look, it was a stressful crucial moment, alright. And she just broke. At least that's what we're going with until I write something else 💀

When will I finish posting screenshots from this playthrough, I don't wanna post too much but I want to show you everything 😭 Anyway, loved this entire scene. Also I was very nervous. Like actually very nervous oh my god what are you doing it's just a game calm down

YES I CRIED

yes i cried pt 2

that's not a face of an evil vampire lord that i should fear i'm sorry buddy you're just a cutie patootie covered in blood.......but fair enough, i think this is how he would get me. he'd do a puppy face and i'd be like damn anything for you sir

cringe but okay (okay no not gonna lie some parts of his speech i was like ummm…well if you say so 😏 but other parts i was like okay shut up cringelord or i'll dead serious reload)

Ulma wait, I didn't get my planned post game angst in yet and um. yeah no you wouldn't like it if you knew about everything that will go down post game

<nobody liked that>

No wait. I choose to believe Gale is actually into it

Alright it's canon, she's gonna help with Myriam's post game plan, yes the one. Yes the one that will fail

(x)

[age-of-play-i-say]

Daddy's Plush Replacement, pt. 2

I truly . . . this has gotten away from me, ummm, please blame @justpottytime, enjoy!

This is the best night of my life. My Daddy loves me so much.

I’ve been humping for forever, mesmerized and soft. Edging and plateuing and playing. Smelling Daddy’s shirt, the plushie cover on Teddie rubbing my nipples and winkie. I moan into Teddie’s neck, tangled in my own hair a little bit. I slow down my humpies, sit back on my knees and assess.

Teddie lay still, cock sprung free from beneath my belly.

Teddie was big. Bigger than Daddy. 

My walls twitch and I hear myself whine.

No one’s here to stop me or slow me down or make me be careful, I can do what I want,

I’m not a brat, but I am an opportunist.

First thing’s first. I pull back and stand up, pulling my shirt off and tossing it to the side, now only wearing socks. I snatch a sippy that looks full of a cranberry ginger ale, my favorite soda. My heart and pussy feel warm again at the most recent reminder of Daddy’s care.  

When I turn back to the bed, I find another. In another small basket on the side table is lube, a few toys, and some liberator towels. There's also a disc case, with a post-it labeled "For Tingles Only - Little or Big".

Curious, I load it into my DVD player Daddy set up for me, too little to wrangle the internet. I nearly fall back onto the daybed when Daddy's beautiful voice comes out of the speakers:

"Hi, Peanut. If you found this, you're probably still Little, which means you're indecisive but unbearably horny."

I nod to myself, trying not to get too embarrassed, overwhelmed by Daddy, despite his physical absence.

"Well, I figured I can help, since I'm so big and I know you so well!

"You have a few choices. You can use this audio, which is designed to get you off without having aaaany big thoughts whatsoever.

"First, tuck that liberator towel under Teddie's strap, just in case you get too excited."

I move to do it, feeling myself relax and drop into my body, taking instructions from Daddy with ease.

"The next two scenes you can skip to are videos for big kid tingles. One shows Daddy solo in our bed, talking about what I want to do with you, Peanut. It's very detailed.

"The other is a video at work, taken right after you told Daddy to pick up sippies with groceries after work. You called me 'Dada' during that voice memo, Peanut, and whewwww, it really made an impression."

I feel another sticky gush coat my thighs as I think of my Daddy, sweating and huffing in a stall, desperate and trying to stay quiet. 

All over me saying 'Dada'.

I get several ideas at once, but I shake them out of my head for now, staying fuzzy for Daddy.

"You can decide on videos later, Peanut, for now, grab the lube in the basket and coat Teddie's strap with it. Be generous, no matter how wet you already are."

Whining, my walls already stuttering, I apply a generous amount of lube to Teddie's thingy. I'm breathing hard, but I wait for Daddy.

"Good baby! Now take the leftovers and spread a little on your peepee. Give it an extra little tug for Daddy."

I do. Sparks fly behind my closed eyes. I'm alone, there's no need to be quiet, but I feel shy.

"Stay noisy, Little One. No need to hold in your pleasure.

"Now, crawl into Teddie's lap. . .

"Good, now sit - lightly! - on his big cock. I want your entrance pulsing around his tip. . . Does that feel sooo good baby? Teddie's gonna give you a big stretch so soon! Ohhh, baby, oh mm-"

Daddy cuts off unexpectedly, right as his instructions make me clench on Teddie's big tip. 

"Okay unh, ah, okay. Good Peanut. Daddy loves you so much. Okay. Sit up on your knees, relax all your tush and tummy muscles. Ready? Time to mount Teddie. Take your left hand to guide him in further. Your right should be attending to your hard little baby button in front. I'm gonna give you a moment to get settled. You're allowed to come whenever you feel it, okay Little one? Daddy trusts you. . .

"Now sit down on Teddie's cock. Good Baby."

I'm so tightly wound up. As soon as the rest of the strap slipped past my entrance, I started coming for the first time. Rocking my hips in tiny thrusts into my hand, two fingers barely grazing my throbbing little winkie, I see sparkles on the edge of my vision. I let my eyes cross and I stick my tongue out, right as I hear,

"I know it, Little One, I know it feels sooo good with Teddie filling you up. Come for Teddie, baby, come on–"

I explode, eyes closed and body and cunt quivering, milking Teddie's cock. He's so big and it feels so goooood, just like Daddy said. I still feel restless and I bring my hand back to my winkie.

I gasp. I'm still hard, still close somehow. I wrap my hand around my peepee and start polishing my flagpole the old-fashioned way. 

"I think you should try to come again, baby. You can grab a toy from the basket, or just rub your peepee for Dada. Keep rubbing, Little one, just rub and rub until it feels like you're gonna explode with all the tingles!

Teddie's big cock stretching me out, the plush pressing against my tush, my legs, my privates. I wriggled a bit, and the plush provided the tactile stimulation I needed to clamp down on Teddie's strap and start keening. I jerk back once, twice, before my vision whites out and I feel another, bigger gush rush out, wetness immediately drawn down into the towel. I come for so long, the keening cuts to silence because I simply run out of air.

I feel spent, happy, and wiggly. I'm satisfied. For now. Daddy's voice floats by again, more in control of himself this time. I smile thinking of Daddy getting all hard and humpy for his baby while trying to ensure my pleasure. 

"My good Peanut, I hope you had fun with this. I'm gonna wrap up here, but if you want to keep Teddie warm like you do for Daddy, by all means, please do. Love you, Peanut!" The audio scene ends and pauses automatically, screen blinking with the option to continue to the next scenes. If only I could reach the remote!

I smile and tip forward, lying on Teddie. I can really feel the stretch of his cock from this angle. Now his belly pressed in the cradle of my legs. His plush rubbed at my soft peepee, providing the perfect amount of ticklish friction. I laugh out loud, settling my head and torso on Daddy's shirt.

Feels like Dada's mustache on my baby button!

I giggle again, and the plush tickles my peepee more.

I feel so loved, happy and whole.

And relaxed. And sleepy.

Keep Teddie warm, Dada said so. My last coherent thought.

*(pee stuff after this break, some light diaper stuff, part 3 will be focused on mostly that, jsyk)*

I come to suddenly. I grab my phone to see a few hours have passed and Daddy has checked into his hotel and sent a few updates on his drive.

I think of him alone in that hotel room. Poor Daddy! At least I have Teddie and his cock to keep me company.

I roll my hips down to get some friction inside but get more than I bargained for when the plushie bear belly all around my winkie makes me squeak and gush.

I lean down to adjust the liberator towel to make sure no juices get on Teddie. He's such a clean boy. So handsome, too.

I look down to where Teddie has me speared on his cock. I grab my phone and throw out the kickstand on the bedside table. Wanna send Dada a treat, looks so tingly!

I hit record, lift Teddie's torso up to gather in my arms, and start grinding my hips back and forth and back and forth.

I'm so tight and so sensitive after my little snooze.

Sitting with Teddie's cock inside instead of riding changed his position - now his big cock head was rubbing relentlessly on my front wall.

I'm not gonna last! I realize. And reach behind the camera to pluck a small vibe out of the basket. I tuck in between my peepee and the plushie.

My eyes roll back and I start shaking immediately. My orgasm builds and builds until my eyes are closed again, orgasm building its way up my spine before my pussy clenches and I peak again, gasping and snapping my hips in Teddie’s lap.

I come down, taking note of how wet everything is underneath me. I try to catch my breath, checking the towel to make sure, and sure enough, the absorbent barrier held! I wrinkle my nose at the yucky smell, but I feel accomplished and silly.

I giggle, but it soon turns to a grimace.

Something still feels heavy in my pelvis, a bit sharp, like I need to come again. I had intended to stop the recording and keep warming Teddie, but as soon as I bounce my hips once more, I know that’s not in the cards.

My eyes fly open in recognition and I toss the vibe in the basket, knocking my phone sideways. I think of the potty corner and scrunch up my face, scrambling off Teddie with shaking legs.

The smell of my squirties wafts up from the saturated towel and my cheeks redden with a whimper. Those weren't all just cummies. I forgot I had slept a few hours and- I look around and find the empty sippy that held a full soda. No wonder my poor baby bladder is bursting! 

Using my big kid muscle, I just barely make it to the ground without leaks. 

Am I naughty? Wanna be good for Daddy.

“Am good! Am good baby! Didn’ know ‘bout potties - and Teddie’s all dry!” I reason with myself aloud, trying not to panic.

I had managed not to wet Teddie, as Daddy asked, but I could feel the pressure rising again, my poor bladder tired from the pounding it had just received. I grabbed at my baby parts, squealing when I made contact with my oversensitive little tdick.

A leak escaped, freely dribbling onto the carpet. My eyes find the basket of diapers and I press my thighs together, shuffling low and slow towards my corner in hopes I can make it to my relief.

[clickerflight]

Esial: Part 7 - Forms

Masterlist

Part 6

Me, every time I post in this story: Here comes the boy! Hello boy! Welcome! There he is!

Content: Vampire whumpee, police station setting (mild and not for the whole post), grief, man out of time, mention of healing injuries from previous parts

.............................................

Esial sat in a quiet room. There was a looking glass in here, and after watching himself for ages, he started to grow more and more afraid, sensing that he wasn’t the only person watching himself, eventually hiding under the table, curled up on the floor. 

He wrapped his arms around his stomach and grimaced. He was starving. He still ached in places where the healing had slowed down, and it took all he had to not pick at the scabs on his arm. 

The door opened and he rolled to see who was coming through. It was Joseph, holding what smelled like a bowl of blood. 

"Hey," he said, and he was much quieter and gentler than before. "Do you want to come out?"

The very idea nade Esial's breath hitch and he shook his head. 

"Okay. I'll slide this to you."

Joseph knelt down and pushed the bowl forward. Esial took it and drank the blood quickly, licking the bowl to get as much out as he could. 

"Woah. Do you need more?" Joseph asked. 

Esial nodded. 

"I'll be back."

Joseph left and Esial kneaded his stomach. It hurt still, though he didn't know if it was because he was scared or because he was still hungry. The wounds on his arms were starting to heal up quickly and the last of the aches in his legs and ribs faded. 

Joseph came back with the bowl refilled and a blanket under one arm. He passed both to Esial and Esial ate first and then wrapped up in the blanket, glad for the extra protection. 

"Alright," Joseph said soothingly. "First of all, I'm sorry."

"What?" Esial asked, confused. He tried to think of what Joseph had done that would warrant an apology, but couldn't come up with anything. Maybe Joseph was sorry that he didn't let Esial make sure Kyle was safe?

"Yeah. I didn't explain what was going on," Joseph said. "You are probably very confused."

Esial nodded. 

"And you didn't know what they were doing with Kyle."

He nodded again. 

"And you went to go find him to make sure he was okay. And got very hurt in the process."

Esial shrugged. That didn't really matter. 

"So, I'll try and explain this, and if you are even slightly confused, say so."

"I'm confused."

"Now, hold on. We haven't started yet."

"Oh. Okay."

"Alright. So. You were around when there were Pharaohs, yes?"

"Yes."

"Okay. You have been, ummm, out of it for a really really long time. There are no Pharaohs anymore and you are very far away from where you used to live."

"Where am I?"

"This country is called America. This city is called Keaton. This is a police station."

"What is a police station?"

Joseph shifted, getting more comfortable as he said. "Well, police are people who keep people safe and make sure people aren't breaking the rules. A police station is where they gather and record people who broke the rules."

Esial realized something very quickly. "I broke the rules."

"A few of them, yes," Joseph replied with a strangely amused expression on his face. 

Esial dug his fingers into his blanket. "What are they going to do to me?"

"Nothing bad. They understand your situation now, and I'm here to help, okay?"

"Okay."

"Now, let's go over what happened. I'm a little confused myself so maybe you can help me understand. When I left the room, what did you do?"

"Um... I wanted to find Kyle."

"And why did you grab the sheets to wear?"

"These?" Esial asked, plucking at his clothing. 

"Yes."

"They're.... better. I don't like shirts and pants."

"Okay. Is this more like what you used to wear?"

"Yes."

"That makes sense," Joseph said with a nod. "Okay, and then you left through the window. Then what happened?"

"I found Kyle's smell and then found the smell of the thing that took him away."

"The smell of the ambulance?"

"Um...... yes?"

"Okay. Then what."

"I followed it."

Joseph nodded. "There was a report about someone hitting a person with their car. Did you get hit by something?"

"Yes, but I am healed now."

"Okay," Joseph said, a strange look on his face again. "And did you end up scaring a guy on your way to the hospital?"

"Um. What's a hospital?"

"We'll get there. Did you scare someone?"

"Yeah, I didn't mean, well, I did. I wanted to find Kyle."

"Okay, fair enough. That building you found Kyle in is called a hospital. It's a place people go to when they get hurt so they can be healed. The people who were working on Kyle are called doctors. They were trying to clean his wound when you got there."

"I... I chased out the healers?" Esial asked, aghast. "Is Kyle going to be okay!?"

"Yeah, he'll be fine," Joseph said soothingly. "The healers got him closed up and now he just has to heal."

Esial sighed, relieved. 

"What you did was very dangerous, and you hurt a few people in the hospital while you were trying to get to Kyle. You're not in a lot of trouble. Kyle explained enough to the police about what happened and what your situation is and-"

"Situation?"

"Yeah. The, ahh, what happened to you and what's going through your head and everything. The police know and they're giving me to take care of you. You won't be in trouble as long as you don't run away and do anything like what just happened. At least talk to me first."

Esial nodded. 

"Now, can I see your teeth?"

Esial opened his mouth and Joseph nodded. "You're an Originus vampire. Did you have other vampires that you lived with?"

"No."

"Did you hate being alone?"

"No."

"Okay. That makes you a Ferox Originus, then. And, uh, earlier you said you just wanted your crocodiles?"

"I.... took care of a pair of crocodiles for a while," Esial said, a little shyly. "I would go spend time with them when I needed to. I just..... I miss them."

"I see. I'm really sorry, man."

Esial nodded. 

"Well, we have a couple of hours before the sun rises. You burn in the sun, right?"

"I do... don't you?"

"No. I'm a different kind of vampire. How about I take you to the rehab center and you can get some sleep, hmmm? This room isn't very comfortable."

Esial allowed Joseph to help him out from under the table and shuffled along behind him as he opened the door. 

"You said it would be alright if I take him, right?" Joseph asked the man standing nearby. 

"Yup. You should stop at the desk to fill out some forms and you're good to go."

"Great! Thanks."

Joseph stopped in front of a table covered in all manner of strange things, accepting thin sheets with symbols marked on it. He started to write on them and Esial tapped the table. 

"Desk?"

"Yes," Joseph said. 

"And those are forms?"

"Yes."

Joseph finished the last form with a flourish and put down the writing tool. 

"Okay, we can go."

Joseph followed quickly out onto the flat rock outside of the station. Joseph pointed to a car and opened the door, getting in. 

Esial stood there, looking at the car door. He wrapped his fingers around the bar in the divot of the door and pulled it experimentally. 

The door came open to his surprise and he got in rather awkwardly, unsure of how it was supposed to work, but guessing from the suppressed snort Joseph tried to hide, hopping in to land with your knees on the chair was not the right way. He pulled the door closed, hearing the satisfying click, and he sat, wrapping the blanket tightly around him and turned to look out the window. 

The car started to move, and Esial watched carefully, looking over to Joseph to see what he was doing to make the car move. 

...........................

Esial was very glad when the car ride was over. Joseph had asked him a lot of questions, and while they seemed friendly enough, Esial was tired and he was starting to lose his grasp on this very strange language. 

They drove through some gates and into a place with a whole set of buildings, all different shapes and sizes like a complex village hidden in the city. 

"We just have to make you a file and then you can lay down, okay?" Joseph said warmly, and Esial just nodded. He hoped that files didn't take too long to make, whatever they were. 

They took forever. Esial rocked back and forth, eyes closed as he waited. He didn’t even bother to try and understand Joseph while he muttered over more forms. Finally, Joseph took his arm and led him to a door. It opened to a tunnel made of glass, the sun rising now over the horizon. 

Esial watched it numbly before they entered a new building. Everything was so big and strange. Where were all the tools for living? It didn’t make sense. 

Joseph opened a door, still talking, though he stopped when he asked something and all he got was a befuddled look in response. He instead led Esial to a little room, dark and cozy with a bed set and ready. 

Esial would have jumped into it for joy if he had the energy. He instead crawled in, burrowing into the blankets and did not even care to see if Joseph had left before he closed his eyes and passed out. 

……………………………………

Joseph couldn't stop pacing around and around the kitchen as Muir sat, sipping at some coffee over his dinner. Muir was multitasking, reading through a file he needed to understand for the case he was currently on, while listening to his bondmate rant. 

"You should have seen him, Josh!" he exclaimed. "When I finally found him he was hiding under a table! Covered in dry blood and still injured. He had no idea what's going on and I don't know what to do for him. Nothing is familiar for him and I don't know what to do! He mentioned that all he wanted was his crocodiles! I mean, it's not like I can go back in time, but I wish I could, you know? I want to give him something!"

"Just spend time with him," Muir suggested, turning the page in his file, frowning as he mouthed the words of a detail that didn't add up. "He'll need someone to just be there for him."

"I would, but it's my night off and you and I were going to go to the museum!"

"We can reschedule-"

"No! We've already put it off once. I will lose my mind if we don't get to go before the roman exhibits close!"

Muir smirked. "Then he'll have to make do for the day. You can't have your cake and eat it too, Seph."

"AUgh! I need to do something!"

Muir looked up from his files thoughtfully. "Well, here's an idea. We'll sleep till 5, don't lie to me, I know you haven't slept since the day before Kyle got shot. Then, we'll stop by the store and see if we can't find some crocodile toys for him, drop that off, and go to the museum. Okay? It'll probably give him some comfort having something to hold onto like that."

Joseph thought it over for a minute and nodded. "Okay. Thanks, Josh."

"Course," Muir said, turning his attention back to his files. "Now, you should really get off to bed."

"Only if you do."

Muir sighed, rolling his eyes, but he closed the file anyways and went to get ready for bed. 

..................................

Esial woke up disoriented. He looked around the unfamiliar darkened room, getting more and more worked up. The place smells odd. He had never smelled so many vampires in one place, but they were all wrong, all different. 

He looked down at the blankets and, not for the first or last time, found himself frustrated to tears that he didn't know what they were made of. 

His gaze wandered to the end of the bed where two strange objects sat. He stared at them and leaned forward, touching their rough backs. They were too small to be adult crocodiles, but not proportioned right to be babies and they didn't have any blood inside of them. 

He lifted one up to his nose, and only got that unidentifiable smell that seemed to come from so many objects he'd encountered so far. He did smell Joseph's scent as well as another vampire he didn't recognize on it. 

They were gifts, then. Incredibly realistic toys. Esial stared down at the crocodile before reaching for the other, curling them to his chest and crying into the pillow. They weren't real, but he would rather die than let them go.

Part 8

Esial: @whumpsday @honeycollectswhump @writereleaserepeat @tragedyinblue @hyrules-sleepiest-knight

From Dust to Ashes: @whumpsday @writereleaserepeat @currentlyinthespiral @pigeonwhumps

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary361

9/15-16/24

sunday - monday

sleepyyyy...

it's ... 1 pm ... i am trying to do an all nighter but i don't think i can do it... dang...

i worked on music and stuff, i played more sh3, i went back to the pc version i updated my drivers it seems to be a little better at least ummm...

not much else... i'm actually so tired suddenly it hurts almost, i just want to sleep, my skin feels gross, i just want to sleep.

i just washed my face. feeling a little better.

thinking about how the whole electroclash thing right now might be going up in flames faster than anyone thought. it's hard to say that seems like it would be sad because a lot of them might deserve to have their spot blown up i guess. deserve feels harsh but i don't know what other word to use. i guess i could say it's fate, it seems fated that this will go poorly. it's sad how good the music, how bad the scene seems broadly, or i guess, that it's not as popular as it could be, and there's people with people already into them, already getting eyes and stuff, like sam hyde and shed theory, so they go over to them to get more attention, and those people let them get that attention because working with new people doing new stuff is going to legitimize them slightly, it's just gross, unpleasant, on top of that there is of course the likelihood of sexual abuses. i don't like even having this in my head, but other people do and it's like the flu, it just goes from one head to the next. "explain the allegations" and then no one says a thing, messages deleted, you're like "what are you talking about" and then it's like, tweets from months ago, totally vague, deleted accounts, it's not even that it's 'shady' it's that there's so little, it's like, everything's kind of reaching a point of eternal if you know you know, and it feels like this doesn't stem from some conscious decision as much as like, okay, this is semi unrelated, it's also very related but this example is more about the dynamics of this, the hellp released a music video on dvd, no one has ripped it and uploaded it, someone ripped it, and is literally scared of putting it on mega and needs someone else to do it instead because... i dunno, they say it feels like instant gratification, and there's real fear, there were also multiple days where this person struggled to figure out how to rip a dvd. which is fine, or whatever, they don't need me to sanction what is and isn't okay but that's not the object i'm getting at, it's really just like, it feels like people are currently very bad at stuff i might describe as like, well i don't even know how to describe it. it's on one level almost a technical feeling failure, and then on the other, there's something that feels like willful ignorance, remaining confined to certain avenues of like, communicating, certain methods, almost like... yeah like they imagine the information will flow if they remain in a certain region, like twitter or whatever, the information will materialize, the truth will emerge, not realizing that not everyone knows, something might need to be surfaced at all. it's weird weird weird.

this song is good ,

i #likeit.

i also read this, it was posted by someone who i am in a server with but scarcely know:

i wasn't so sure about it until the ending, i was basically enjoying it, but the ending made it very beautiful, the three of these people as messages constantly traveling to one another, back and forth, never meeting, noncommunication, forever sending/speaking oneself without oneself, super-reduction.

here's a scan of 2 pages of a book of photos, titled "70's tokyo transgender".

i quite relate to her. i really love her outfit, and that collar.

i've just downloaded i saw the tv glow. i have a lot of friends who hate this movie, i think maybe i am going to agree with them and maybe that's no way to go into anything, i'd like to be wrong, or i don't know. i know too much about the film, there is this sense that, no matter what, what it does, i will not find it....maybe that is the final word on it, i will not find it. what it does, i will not find. or i'll see, and not sense, it's going to be like that. it might miss me, or upset me, i feel like though, the upsetting would mean it works? or it's proven something? we will see i guess. suddenly i am less tired. stupid how these things can go.

well i've watched the film. i don't know what to make of it, it's got so much around it, it's good i waited because there's less surrounding it, still, though, it comes with baggage, the way it was wheeled around and explained even before it came out, it carried that baggage, or some. it feels meaningless though, that's the feeling i get from it, meaningless, and it brings forth pity for owen, of course. i don't know, it just makes one feel bad. i also don't think the movie's as simple as people make it out to be, as in, i don't think it finds owen entirely wrong to be afraid and run away, to say this is reality, to have memories of parents, that part touched me a little, i remember playing in the snow, cooking with my mom, the mom is something hardly examined in the film, her death, it feels like that's part of the impossibility for owen i guess. not some guilt just, never attempting to begin dealing with things. maddy is the same way though, i don't think they really... i don't know. if you view maddy as correct, it poses the notion that to transition, and i guess that this intense metaphor taken up, this is all super-human, super-real, you transcend, maybe there's some kind of attempt at a dialogue between these notions and the notion that you're going to be you, also, that there's a history? are we to discard the histories? i can't tell. i can't, at least. but my history isn't so rigid anyways. i was a girl before, sometimes, i guess i was less afraid than owen, or i got over it quicker. the fear in owen is kind of, well everyone i know says it's cruel, by the end, it really is, it feels hateful, help me you need to help me i'm dying, i've seen people say 'they didn't help themselves', i can't understand that. it feels didactic, it's trying to teach you how to be yourself, if it were wholly committed, it would abandon the fuzziness of maddy's character, perhaps i'm too interested in nuance and hallucinating that fuzziness. i can't tell. my friend says he feels it's muddy too. i guess i'm at least not alone. the movie makes me think "i don't know" because i can't tell, am i supposed to see that, being what "i" "am" and experience recognition? because i felt what i recognized was some tulpa a bunch of trans people on twitter have, of how badly things could have gone. of some person unnamed, maybe a vague memory of a cluster of negativity, it feels like a meditation on that, rather than questioning why it was born at all. i keep saying i don't know. i said to my friend, it felt like someone's episode preserved in amber. i've been thinking about silent hill 4 lately, and how henry is nobody, he's so nobody it hurts, he's actual, because every one of us reacts incorrectly to things, at some point, we're obliterated by events, and we just travel through them, the terror and abjection, sad and grey transitory points, ambulate until you stop. it's only real when you're at that point of total evaporation. here, there is too much content, the suffering is too pointed, it's all about something. for others, is it the primary thing? sometimes, i feel so ugly i think i have to die. some days, i have to rescue my friend from a club while he's high on ketamine with my girlfriend's brother. in either case, i am the same, in either case, i'm nothing at all, i'm just breathing air, exhaling other stuff, spacing out and then focusing. maurice blanchot's thomas the obscure gets at the sensation of living. other books do too. clarice lispector is a luminary as well. this wants to explain to you how to live but it seems to not understand, or when it briefly does, i don't know, the fact it gestures at it, and walks past it, betrays the not understanding maybe. it would be in the non-sense of it. it's all too well put together. but i keep wondering, i don't know why it's so pathetic, or maybe i do, it's sad to see some affective range squashed down to one thing. i got disgusted at one part, where owne says, i have my own family, i love them more than anything else, then making a face while holding a cardboard box containing a samsung tv.

the face is "i just lied, or i am so disgusted by what i have said" or whatever, and it made me upset, because something bothers me profoundly about the idea of a person having children and resenting their children, maybe that's the point, that you become a worse person forever when you deny yourself. but it feels so cruel, it's this thing that's like, it's good you're afraid, it's good it's painful, because that means it's "actual" and "true," as if this isn't a cruel way of thinking, as if this isn't some nightmarish christian vision of the world that subjugates everyone to some terrible struggle of constant observation of the dimensions of your hell to enjoy some kind of truth, or that you are liberated after, it promises heaven, maybe not, maybe it does gesture at the process of the whole thing, as in, a process of pain or pleasure or nothing, of every day. it feels zeroed in on the transcendence, though. or some supposed transcendence. maybe i am not enough to know that feeling, maybe i am some minor thing, i can't tell. but as i think this film out more, or as i wander sleep deprived in circles around the pile of corpse-images that this film is, well i guess i feel worse. it reminds me of all the discourses people used to have on twitter, they still must be having them i've just stopped looking, the stuff like, it's too late, or the stuff like, you'll never be what you thought you would be (who ever is?), all that, it's all that, it's people's nightmares, it's like a figment you can imagine to torture yourself. it's like a folk tale, is the "repressor" a folk tale? it gestures at letting itself be purely about the abjection, the pain of not being able to, which might be more open, and freeing for people, to see some tragedy play out, without goal or social good in mind, it would make the moment where owen screams at the child's birthday go over better, screaming "mommy" out of pain instead of expressing pain to show you, you'd better not be this. there's a point where there's chalk on the ground, it says, you still have time left, but there's only so much filled in with chalk on that length of road. it's all limited. it's an insane vision of life, it's just a life lived under terror rather than... i'm not sure. when i attach things like this to philosophers, i promise i'm only trying to get at how they formulate things as a way to get past an issue. with bataille, he wants terror, he loves terror, and horror, wrongness, i do to, but he embraces it, surviving it, bringing to mind toreadors killed by bulls, this is one image, and the eye shot up to the girl in story of the eye, and she placing it in her vagina, life at the excesses, pregnant, bursting. the fear of schoenbrum is one which really aligns itself with the fantasy of the suburbs, that this is all just so, here are the bounds of possibility, to be queer is almost infinite youth but only if you admit it to yourself before a certain point. it is a little hideous, once again, it is cruel, cruel without...pleasure? if it seemed to hate anyone, if it had the desire to laugh, ever, outside of one or 2 times, if it laughed or were actually funny, would this solve some issue? if it knew what it was, if it knew this terror was as funny as it is pathetic, could it dredge something up out of itself? i can't tell.

i keep thinking about it, because i kept seeing people say, this movie really proved to me, what i am, this movie made me know, this movie saved me, this movie is going to save people. it might save people so the last one i have no issue with and maybe if it does it is valuable no matter what? i dunno, but i kept seeing people say, this will mean something, and i just think i have to come to terms with the fact it means nothing to me, which makes me feel cruel and terrible. because it makes me see a lot of people who feel that way, i don't know, i want to beg them to think of things differently, that the world isn't such a fucking nightmare, at least, not in those terms, it's not a nightmare of being too late, it's not a nightmare of fucking fomo, it's not a nightmare of twitter discourse come to life, it's a nightmare of these disparate visions wrestling in darkness, it is a nightmare of the fact that you are all the things behind you, or, they are the particles and history and context that add up to right now and as the event arrives, any, crossing the street to deaths in your life you are evaporated and that fine mist, the fine mist is made up of those things in miniature, impossible to taste, or sense, impossible things, they go somewhere from there, and you condense, it occurs again. it is that terrible wandering, dancing, leaping, whatever. it is a beautiful and wretched process. it does not care for that. it is locked inside a world of fearing what you missed out on in highschool, the people you don't know anymore, it is a dumb film. it is a dumb film.

though i quite liked connor o'malley. he was funny. his ability to be funny is muscular though, it is by force, a break-in, into an otherwise... whatever thing. one last note about that scene with the chalk, owen is standing right on the threshold it is so painfully, dreadfully obvious. laura palmer in fire walk with me expresses so many torments of being trapped in the suburbs so much better... or being trapped at all, being made to be someone. thinking of laura makes me want to cry. the film makes leaps at lynchisms (supposedly, i suppose i saw them but they felt so not-that (they felt how... direct to tv movies feel when they try something that can't work?? (donnie darko as directed by the sy fy channel??))) but doesn't know why lynch works. the soundtrack also, was a mess. the film ending with owen getting to watch their memories of their favorite kid's show as they remember it in a tv in their chest is infantilizing and hateful almost. yukio mishima made great art about the terror of aging, of losing the luster of one's flesh, the anxiety of losing yourself to time. he always knew the folly of the terror, he knew his own stupidity, constantly, you can see it in the book star, it's staring him in the face, his impending failure. so he kills himself. what else are you to do when you are afraid of such a thing, but die. this film contains a lookist heart. if it were 10% more evil, it would contain subliminals telling you to begin mewing.

i have to suh-leep now,

so

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[mindful-of-ideas]

A/N: This is kind of supposed to be set in the same universe as this post. So, basically, House is your dad, and you move in with him and Wilson. Since your dad is more distant, you go really close really quickly to James, so much you consider him like your dad. Also, I am not Jewish (as you might have guessed from previous posts), but I did do some research and tried to stick to stuff I knew. If I made any mistakes please, please, please tell me.

“Oh, what are you making,” you said, barging into the apartment.

“Hello to you too. I’m good, thanks. How about you?” James asked.

“Sorry,” you said, getting up on the counter by his workspace, “Hi, I’m good.”

You smiled at him. You hadn’t been living here for too long, yet it already felt like home.

“So, what is it?” you asked again.

If there was one thing you had learned right away, it was that James made the most amazing food ever. Yes, there was some burnt stuff or some new recipe with too much of one thing, but those were rare occasions. And it ranged from breakfast to dinner, from appetizers to desserts, and from quick snacks to five-course meals. Coming from a house where your mom often forgot to even buy some food, this made you feel like the luckiest person on Earth.

“So, what is it?” you asked again.

“Latkes,” he said, picking up a potato.

He already had a good amount grated thinly, yet he was still going.

“Latkes? What are those?”

“It’s like a potato pancake if you want. You grate some potatoes, combined them with matzo meal, egg, salt and pepper, and then you make pancakes and fry them. That’s it!”

“Matzo…? Well, it does sound really good,” you said, handing him yet another potato, “How come you’ve never made that before?”

“It just never occurred to me before now I guess.”

“Why?”

“Do you always ask that many questions or is it just today?”

“Sorry…”

“It’s something we typically eat during Hanukkah, that’s why,” he answered, “And don’t be sorry.”

“Oh, I didn’t realize it was… Happy Hanukkah! I can’t wait to taste them if that’s okay.”

You felt so dumb. You knew James was Jewish and you had been meaning to learn about Hanukkah so that, not only could you wish him a Happy Hanukkah on the right date, but also just to be nice. It was the least you could do for the man who welcomed you into his life like that.

“Why, of course, it’s okay! You think I’m making that many latkes only for myself?”

“I don’t know… I just… I don’t know much about Hanukkah and Judaism, I didn’t want to say something… wrong.”

“Well, what do you know,” he asked, smiling.

“I know about the menorah with the candles, there’s like eight plus one to light the others and it’s like to remember the days some… people spent in a… cave? Something about them having to save their oil so they would have enough light. And there are the dice, though I have no idea what it’s supposed to represent or how you’re supposed to use them… And well, you mentioned food so I guess there is other very specific food, just like Easter…”

You stopped there. That was everything you knew.

“I’m so sorry I don’t know more,” you added.

“Y/N, that is an awful lot,” he said, smiling at you proudly, “you don’t have to apologize, it’s okay to be curious about things and learn about them.”

You smiled letting out a sigh.

“Can I ask you something,” he asked.

“Yeah?”

“What does Christmas mean to you?”

“Ummm… that is a good question actually.”

“Take your time,” he said, going back to his potatoes.

To you, Christmas had never really been a religious thing. You actually had a hard time wrapping your head around the fact that some people still viewed it as a religious holiday first and a capitalist holiday second. But Christmas wasn’t either about spending loads of money on presents. It was more about taking the time to breathe after the marathon that were final exams, and to look back on what you’ve accomplished. The free time also meant that you could go out and do some fun activities with friends. And as for Christmas day itself:

“I guess Christmas is one day of the year when you get together with friends and family and enjoy being there for each other. I don’t really care about getting presents, I’d much rather give them and see how happy people are to get them. Christmas means getting together and having fun.

“Well, that’s what I think about Hanukkah. See, it’s not that different in the end.”

He looked at you, waiting to see if you were going to ask something else. Seeing that you didn’t, he added:

“How about you help me finish this,” he said, “Then, I’ll tell you about Hanukkah. And you can ask as many questions as you want.”

“Sure!” you said, jumping off the counter, “And James?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I still buy you a ‘Christmas’ present… well a Hanukkah present…or a… a present, I guess.”

He turned to face you, resting a hand on your shoulder.

“Of course, you can! You don’t have to, you’re taking interest in Hanukkah is the best present I could ask for.”

“Cheesy, I love it!” you said.

He rolled his eyes.

“No, I want to, I got this super cool idea weeks ago and I’ve been dying to give this to you!” you said excitedly.

“Okay, okay,” he said smiling, “Don’t spoil it though.”

“I wouldn’t! What should I do to help?”

“I am putting you on grating duty, my arm’s tired,” he said laughing.

[transandor]

I S T U ?

Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

god help me but sometimes an ooc character can hit REALLY well if it's played right. nothing super like offbrand but like. "oh this character is/was canonically a piece of shit and a bad father so i changed it and now he's Not" or "this character would never make this decision in canon but he's choosing it here and there's no discernible circumstances as to why" and i fear that is Very evident in what i do

Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

fandom tropes is so broad can't i just say i like when a hero gets blackmailed into being a villain and leave it at that

Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?

i mean idk man. i don't??? ok this was WAY long ago and not as prevalent bc everyone from 2015 is fucking gone but i couldn't stand when people were like uwu gay boy mot uwu (i was one of them for a while) bc like . no. not that his writer gave him much personality OTHERWISE but

Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

god okay fic writers are hard usually i just like specific Fics ummm hold on

you know damn well fern is RIGHT up here . we love fern in this household certifiable Insane Posting. worm to worm to clown communication. i can't say much otherwise idk i just love the shit they be giving me and i will kinda just spin in the blender about it

and then blackfriar (who isn't a mianite writer but instead a young justice writer) and they're. some of their fics are just SO fucking good i love the exploration of bruce and dick dynamics and the dynamics of the team and. ugh gnaws through rope

and thennnn keys is goin here s well bc he is cranking fics out Crazy fast and they're always VERY good and its super cool to have someone newer hop in and just Get It Immediately like yes!!!! yes they would fucking say that and you would know!!!!!

[teenyweenyeenymeeny]

Talk abt knives for free card‼️

Hehe sooo unprompted… okay three people who Really wanto hear what I think about Knives… here is tha post for you hehe

This is Mostly about the comics and perhaps movie and only about the show if I specifically say 🤍

Ummm content warning for grooming? Only like Acknowledged not made into much bigger of a deal than it is in the actual media… ask to tag 🤍

• I don’t think that she ever Really really liked Scott. Romantically. I think she only thought she did because she Was being groomed even if Scott didn’t mean like. Harm or anything [side note. Do Not joke about how bad of a person you think Scott is on my posts or in my inbox or anything. I don’t find it funny.]

• ^ that was how it was at the Start but she only started calling her feelings love after hearing his music. She really did love that and she mixed up her feelings a little bit 🤍

• I’m so fond of how she styles herself after the older girls… she’s just a teenager and she’s still finding herself…

• I really really like how in the movie she dyes her hair the same blue that Ramona’s is at the time… I like to think that she did this because she was jealous of Ramona [obviously] but after she moved on and focused on herself more, that is when she went red… it’s more Her

• I think that after Scott broke up with her and while she was hanging out with Stephen a lot [sorry if my timeline is strange I. Can’t remember the comic timeline very well and it is the Main one I ideally would be basing my mixture one off of] she felt. Confused. Because of how her relationship with Scott was

• ^ she Knows she’s not Attracted to Stephen and he is dating Julie [at first, at least] so it was hard to understand why she would feel the same way around him as she did around Scott… I think she would admit this to him and I Do think that he would have a conversation with her about how her relationship with Scott was inappropriate. Stephen’s an older guy who she looks up to and respects a lot and he’s her friend, but he’s very careful not to forget that she’s just a kid… [am I allowed to pretend he wasn’t the one Encouraging her to drink alcohol…? If not, I think he still kept an eye on her at least for the most part when she did to make sure she didn’t get sick or put herself in danger or anything]

• ^ I think that maybe. Talking to Stephen about her relationship with Scott is what helps Knives to realise exactly what was wrong with it

• I don’t renounce the panel in the comic where Knives and Kim make out but I DO renounce their relationship going any further than that like it does in the game… I think that they Did make out but when they were both sober again Kim apologised because very Clearly that was. Not Appropriate

• ^ I think that Knives wasn’t too upset about like not having a chance with Kim or whatever but I DO think that she couldn’t stop thinking about the idea of it… that was the first time she kissed a girl and she realises that the idea of kissing a girl or dating a girl actually sounds appealing… this realisation leads to the realisation that her feelings for Scott weren’t romantic.

• I do think she Thinks her sexuality over a bit though… that’s part of what she does when she’s focusing on Herself at the end of the series… and she only settled on calling herself a lesbian rather than a multisexual identity after the comics ended… [yes she and Scott did kiss while Ramona was gone and yes how awful an experience that was did contribute to her admitting that she didn’t like men]

• I think that if this realisation came before she Left for university the first people Knives told that she was gay were Stephen and Kim… and it was Mostly because they were her only friends she knew were queer

• I really like the idea of Knives keeping in touch with her friends in Toronto when she goes to university… she has to call her parents one night of the week every single week and Stephen another… sometimes Kim or Scott or Neil or Ramona show up to say hi, but always Stephen

• If we are taking show Knives’ musical talent… I can imagine her starting her own band in university maybe… and Stephen would be so proud he would be a Big support…

• ^ I don’t think Knives and Joseph interact Much but I can imagine him hearing her music and saying that it’s way better than Sex Bob-Omb’s ever was… recording Her album would have been way more tolerable… hehe

Ummmm yea this is it. At least for now… I don’t know tehe…

[girlgenius1111]

Hello! Me again!! Pretending to be reading this on Wattpad 🫣 I COMPLETELY missed the fact that you posted part 4... Whoops...

Ingrid cut her off. “María, darling, I love you, but take a breath.” You watched amused as Mapi literally took a deep breath at Ingrid’s instruction. “Okay, now go pick out a couple new mugs over there and then come back.”  - the gentle parenting 😌

“Good.” Ingrid said. “MARÍA, come here.” 

Mapi returned like a puppy being called back to its owner, with a single mug in her hands. - you need to STOP making me laugh, I know you're lulling me into a false sense of security just to trick me into crying after :(

You’d looked relieved, Ingrid felt relieved, and Mapi was just happy to be there. - Mapi is so Ken coded 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Mapi said casually, knowing exactly who was just a few steps from the family room. Sue her if she wanted to see Ingrid’s reaction to your tattoo. - HA Mapi is just trying to stir things up 🤭

“I’m not crying, I’m not. I’m just- tattoos are bad. Really bad. You shouldn’t have that. Tattoo. Of my number. On your body forever. My baby sister,” She trailed off, biting her lip when it began to tremble. - STOP MAKING ME FEEL THINGS. but this actually made me laugh out loud, "tattoos are bad. really bad." - © Ingrid Engen

Mapi laughed, throwing her hands up in the air. “I’m just kidding, princesa, relax! God you sound like Alexia when I joked that I was going to tattoo Fresa when she was 12.  I thought Ale was going to hit me.”  - FRESA MENTIONNNN ‼️A WIN FOR THE GIRLIES ‼️

“We don’t have sex! We don’t! Abstinence is key!” Ingrid shouted after you, sighing heavily when she heard you laugh from the stairs. She turned to Mapi with a defeated look on her face. - well now I'm curious 👀👀 HAVE they had sex since Sol moved in?? Do they do it while she's asleep?? Do they call Frido to keep Sol occupied and away from the house??? The world needs answers 😤

"Please stop calling. I am focused on Solstråle right now. You’ve really hurt her, and neither of us are ready to talk to you yet. Please respect that." - ohhhh no. I can see where this is going. Poor Soli is about to get a really angry phone call isn't she? 😬

She wasn't sure why, but it suddenly felt like things might be okay from here on out. She would be wrong. - that is FOUL. Jail for girlgenius1111! Jail for girlgenius1111 for ONE THOUSAND YEARS.

“You’re ruining our family.” - that BITCH

When Ingrid opened the door, though, it wasn’t her teammate on the front porch. It was your father. - ummm PLOT TWIST???? Out of all the possibilities of who was at the door, I never thought of him

It was, of course, at this moment that you came down the stairs to fill up your water.- NOOO WHY DO YOU KEEP DOING TGIS TO ME :(((((( Don't you WANT Sol to be happy?!

They were downstairs, talking about how they didn’t want you, after spending so long lying and saying they did. - NO STOP 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

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I got too into the fic, and forgot to take notes near the end. Take that as a compliment, because it was INCREDIBLE. I'm very glad you finally gave Sol her happy ending 🥺🙏❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

god i live for things like this truly.

ingrid absolutely sees gentle parenting tiktoks and thing… this isn’t a bad idea. for my girlfriend.

heheheheh i like to make everyone giggle and then rip them in half with sadness

fresita mention 😇😇😇

LMAO well she’s been there for 6 months so they def have. they just have to be quiet. but ingrid always acts weird afterwards and sol knows exactly what’s gone on

i don’t want to go to jail 😔😔😔

that BITCH is exactly what i thought to myself AFTER writing that sentence

so glad i executed that plot twist well

i do want sol to be happy she just has to suffer a litttttle more first

getting too into the fic to take notes is the highest compliment that you could give i appreciate you very much nonny ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[the-fiction-witch]

Blood Pumping P2

Media Nowhere Boy

Character Paul

Couple Paul X Reader

Rating Flirty AF

Requested

I didn't know which was worse my fear or my excitement, it was like having two over excited puppies in my mind jumping over each other attempting to be seen. The door opened and immediately I gulped her shoes gone, her little white socks pulled high, her skirt tugged up high, her button down shirt unbuttoned enough to reveal the start of her cream bra, her tie long gone, her hair let loose from the usual braids and ponytails allowed to hang naturally with only her alice band to push it back.

"Oh hi Paul"

For a moment no words arrived at my mouth honestly I was doing my best not to loose my balance as I felt like I could have fainted as my heart was beating out my chest, my blood pumping around me every drop of blood flooding to my stiff erection ".........uhhhh hi y/n" I blushed

"Don't you look handsome"

"Uuuuuuuughhhhhhhh thank you, you uhhhh you umm" I stuttered "You look beautiful"

"You're cute. Come on we can sit up in my room" she smiled grabbing my hand and dragging me inside with her 

She lead me into her bedroom which was actually in the loft having to climb a steep stairwell to get up there but it wa sa very large room with anything a teenage girl could want a huge double bed, desk, a huge record collection that rivaled my own and John's out together next to a pretty high end player, and her own one suite. Everything in it was impressive and clearly expensive many of the perfume, make up and such I recognized from magazines and such I didn't know what her family did but clearly they had money.

"Whoa this uhh this is nice" I told her as she jumped on her bed hugging a stuffed bear I had to avert my eyes given I now stood over her bed and could pretty much see up her skirt and honestly seeing her in this half undone school uniform in her bed hugging her teddy bear was… unlocking things in my mind it really shouldn't have been, uuummmm believe me babydoll I wanna jump in that bed with you 

"Thanks, took a lot of work" she says 

"I can imagine, so uhh algebra?" I asked putting my stuff down trying not to look at her 

"Ehh do we have to? I've just done so much work at school" she whined rolling on her bed a little

"Well we uhh we can chill out for a little better it that would help?" I suggested

"Awww your so sweet" she smiled getting up and stroking across my shoulders as she past me "none of my other tutors let us do that" she smiled giving my cheek a kiss 

"Well I uhh I uh I'm not like other tutors" 

"I can see that" she smiled flicking through her records finally picking one and adding it to the player setting some music on and I recognized the song 

"Hu… you uhh you like this?"

"Ummm very much"

"I uhh I do too, I don't have it myself but John plays it alot. How'd you get it? I thought it hadn't been released over here yet?"

"I have my ways" she smiled 

"Do uhh you mind me asking what your parents do?"

"My mum works in the seamstress shop in town turning hems and such" she explained moving around her room doing various things "you can sit on the bed Paul it's okay" she smiled 

So I did take a seat there even if I had to force some darker thoughts away "and your dad?"

"He runs the record shop on East gate"

"Really! That explains the collection I'm guessing"

"He likes to give me promos to listen too, he says he uses me for customer resource"

"How do?"

"He gives me all the promos the shop gets and I tell him what to order and what not to order track the trends he says" 

"I uhh I go there all the time" 

"Umm he tells me"

"He does?"

"He likes to keep me posted on…cute boys who sniff around the right musical sections" she Cooes 

"That uhh that's how you knew my name?"

"No, I found that out after a nice evening in the dance hall." She explained 

"The dancehall? So you uhh you uhhh"

"Yes Paul I've seen you play" she giggled coming and sitting in the bed with me "you boys are really good, but your my favorite"

"Thanks, that's really sweet of you. I'll have to get you backstage some day"

"That would be nice, so long as you promise to keep me safe"

"Of course I would,"

"You'll have to let me know the first time you boys record some stuff I'll have to had it to my collection, I'd pay of course"

"Absolutely, but I couldn't charge you y/n"

"That's sweet Paul, but really it's no trouble I'd love to not fair to get stuff for free" she says and a wicked smile went across her face she stroked across my hand and I glanced down nervously but excited and when I glanced back up to her she captured my lips in an intense hot kiss I happily kissed back feeling my blood pumping around my body in excitement as we kissed till she pulled away and kissed my nose "that can be a little deposit" 

"Uuuuuuuhhh yeah uhh okay" I nodded trying desperately to think straight

"That okay or do you need some more?" She asks wrapping her arms around my shoulders

"Uhh more. Yeah more.. please"

"Your so cute, it's fine Paul you can kiss and cuddle as much as you like even a little more of you… did my algebra for me?"

"Deal!" I told her happily pulling her back for another kiss