#SORRY FOR RAMBLING SO LONG AND GETTING LITERALLY NOWHERE

[geoffrard]

please tell me more about this geoff/gerard proof 👀

anon how much time do u have

thought about being jokingly tinhatting with my response to this but i dont actually think they full fucked or whatever. so instead i'm just gonna dump several thousand words of an earnest attempt to outline why geoff and gerard deserve the same treatment received by other legendary canonical friendships like bert & gerard, mikey & pete, etc etc

also i caught the riot fest covid so idk how comprensible i will be. and idk how much sense some of this will make if you don't already have, like, rudimentary knowledge about geoff rickly's start in the hardcore scene in new brunswick, nj, so obligatory plug of the thursday primer that me and nic @raytorosaurus put out a while ago.

but tl;dr, geoff rickly and gerard way were drawn to each other literally from the beginning. since then, neither have left the other's orbit. they are legit cosmically connected narrative foils who could have been each other's closest confidant but never have been more than incredibly meaningful people to the other due to instance after instance of wrong place, wrong time.

i'll do my best to sum up some of the most poignant moments in their over twenty-year-long friendship, but nic and i are drafting several other posts that more diligently delineate the connections between thursday and mcr in their overlapping, mirrored careers and similarities/divergences in their goals/approaches as musicians.

so anyway despite what you might have assumed from the story that goes around where geoff heard gerard and mikey (badly) playing vampires at the eyeball house and wasn't impressed, i believe that at that point they'd already been friends for a while.

this is how gerard recalls the moment he met geoff:

Way: I remember it super vividly. Do you remember? I was walking out of the record shop that Alex [Saavedra, Eyeball Records] worked at on Kearny Avenue and you were standing against a wall wearing a black t-shirt. You were rail skinny and you looked like you were dying and you were so pale with this jet black hair. Rickly: My vegan lifestyle was not agreeing with me. Way: It looked like the sun was killing him. [long pause] And I thought he was super cool. (from their interview with vice in 2015)

long pause and i thought he was super cool.....like....

this is what geoff looked like back then btw. im guessing it was around 2000/early 2001 that they met since thats the outer limits of geoff's black hair goth days

(source)

gerard designed shirts for bands in the scene, including this one for thursday, probably done around 2001 when the dove became the main symbol associated with thursday. at this point mikey was a regular at the eyeball house but gerard was still hiding away in his house, but would always talk about his brother.

Geoff: "I knew Mikey from parties at the eyeball house. I liked Mikey a lot, and he was like, 'you're gonna love my brother Gee (he called him Gee all the time), Gerard, he's the best comic book artist, he's always at home, just working on comic books.' So I was like yeah, I wanna meet this kid, you know, I wanna make comic books with him, you know, that sounds awesome!" (source)

after that geoff kept asking mikey when his brother would come down to the eyeball house, because he'd loved comics since he was a kid, but he was too shy to verbalize that, and his love of comics wasn't something he'd ever actually shared with anyone other than his grandmother, who had just passed away, but he heard that this quiet guy who'd sometimes hang out with the scene's resident kid brother was this amazing comic book artist, and geoff decided that gerard was a person he wanted to know.

So like they were literally talking about writing a comic book together: geoff would write and gerard would draw. but they never were able to spend that much time together. thursday found massive and unanticipated success in late 2001 when understanding in a car crash started playing on mtv nonstop and gerard was still a hermit for the most part but had started to piece together the band that would become my chemical romance.

so then blah blah blah the story where gerard and mikey introduced the idea of their band to geoff we've all heard it. i linked it above but you can read the excerpt from dan ozzi's sellout here if you aren't familiar with the details already.

and that story ends with geoff listening to their demo and realizing that this little band actually had something. but i firmly believe that geoff loved the scene and was so compelled by gerard's art and wanted to collaborate creatively with him that he would have been willing to do it regardless of if he came around to their music or not.

geoff said this in a podcast in 2018:

"Gerard is sort of like... when he's not sort of hiding out in his house somewhere, he's actually so charming and personable. There's a reason why I was so drawn to him, and that he's, like, a superstar."

obviously we'll never know, because geoff was so compelled by the music that he played their demo to death in the tour van and then took the only two weeks that thursday had off in one of the busiest years of their career while in the midst of a super contentious legal affair with their record label to produce bullets.

okay now that i am looking at what i have written so far i look like an insane person and that is okay but i think that i will save the rest for another longer post about the fated careers of mcr and thursday. but i feel that i have done my job by just giving you this taste. more to come but their friendship literally so expansive and detailed (in ways that I don't usually see articulated here) that a single tumblr post is never going to do it justice. as i said, stay tuned, we're working on something more.

tl;dr (another one) gerard and geoff are perennially obsessed with each other & have been since literally the first time that they laid eyes on each other and it comes out the second that either of them have to be even a little reflective on the other's career thanks for reading my manifesto bye.

[marclef]

THE EYHM COLLECTION GROWS!!!! managed to make some space without having to move too much so they can all be together!!

(i made the smaller ones into stickers bc i'm running out of picture frames!! hope that's ok!)

THANK YOU SO MUCH EVERYONE WHO'S GIFTED THESE TO ME THOUGH!!! I'M CALLING ALL OF YOU OUT HERE BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!! ❤❤❤❤❤

*sharp inhale* @eskariolis-con-salsa @oddpizza @woobab @the-little-knight @moon9931 @misdreavusplush @noodletime @witch-tower-au !!!!!!!

hope you all have a good holiday season!! love you all! *MWAH*

[revehae]

(It’s a long one but I hope you read it ah)

i don’t know If you’re not taking requests atm then ignore this but it’s more so a little reminder ? I don’t really know 😭 but awhile ago you wrote a drabble someone requested and it was a jaemin, haechan, jeno, mark, and jisung x reader ? It was a noncon gangbang fic and they were all holding reader down and I think it was Jaemin who was going first and was going to go anal and all the other guys were egging him on waiting for their turns.

I always wanted a continuation / longer version but now I just want it back it was one of my favs 😭 I don’t think you have it saved cuz it wasn’t like a oneshot or anything but if you are able to find it please post it or even if you can rewrite it please when you find the time do I love your writing so so much sorry for the long ramble ah

tw // noncon, gangbanging, anal it was jeno not jaemin lol but yes i still have it. the “five guys doing some serious damage to my guts rn” “6 when i get there” drabble

you tried your best, you really did, but you were unfathomably outnumbered. unfairly. it was enough attempting to rival jeno’s infinite strength, but you didn’t stand a chance against five guys.

especially not when they were all holding you onto the mattress, restricting you with a might you’d never be able to mirror even if you trained for literal war. mark and jisung had a grip on your legs and jaemin kept your hands pinned to your chest, while haechan had a palm pressed squarely to your mouth.

and jeno, unsurprisingly, stood between your forcibly parted legs, palming his rigid cock to the erotic sight unfolding before him. your panties were torn (mark’s doing, if you recalled correctly), exposing your cunt, and jaemin had harshly tugged your bra to pinch your stiff nipples.

a downpour of fresh, damp tears were hot against your flushed cheeks, gathering thickly at your lashes. jeno liked how you, unbroken, still flailed and thrashed in their arms, in spite of the glaringly obvious fact that you were no match for the five of them together.

you squealed into haechan’s gloved palm, your probably unkind words of protest muffled into an empty oblivion as jeno’s cock teased your holes, deciding which one he’d use.

“take her ass,” haechan told him, snickering when you glimpsed up at him in a mixture of shock and unadulterated anger for the suggestion.

“her ass, huh?” jeno hummed, slowly dragging his cock below your exposed pussy.

“do it,” jisung encouraged from his left like a little devil on his shoulder.

jeno snickered. glancing up at you, he grinned slyly and said, “guess i’m fucking your ass, baby.”

you shook your head vigorously, aggressively expressing your lack of consent, but your indistinct sounds meant nothing to them and your thrashing was pointless if there was nowhere for you to run.

jeno sinked into your hole, a satisfied howl being yanked out of him as he did, impaling you deeper and deeper on his girthy cock. it’s too thick for your unprepped hole, but jeno didn’t seem to care, and neither did any of his buddies.

“fuck,” jeno hissed in delight, wasting no time to start rutting into you at a steady rhythm.

jaemin laughs at the expression on his friend’s face, patiently anticipating his own turn to use you as he pleased. it was going to be a long night for you. “it’s good?”

“fuck yeah,” jeno grunted, pushing deep, forcing himself as far inside as he could possibly fit. the pain was too unbearable for you to stay still, writhing and sobbing, but jeno was too blissed out to pay any mind to your tears.

your asshole tensed around his dick, gripping and tugging him in, and the longer jeno was exposed to the tightening sensation, the more animalistic his thrusts became. and the louder your screams grew against haechan’s covered hand, coated in your hot tears. 

haechan smacked your cheek. “shut up,” he said lowly, growling. “shut up before i put that mouth of yours to better use.”

you closed your eyes, trying to isolate yourself from the brutal reality, hopeful that maybe you’ll forget the feeling of their fingers bruising your limbs from how tightly they held them and jeno relentlessly abusing your hole.

[dante-mightdie]

Finals absolutely kicking my ass right now( and my sleep schedule), so I hope you don't mind if I ramble more of price and his pack of mutts

-

Soap 100% on a leash anywhere in public, cause one second he's there the next his bouncing and wagging his tail at some butchers shop half a block away,

Simon rolling his eyes like he wasn't subtly trying to herd price that way anyways,

Sheep herding dog Soap>>>>

He nips at your ass if you aren't going where he wants you to go quick enough, impatient energetic pup

You and gaz flocking to prices side on a mission, gotta make sure their Capt is always safe, definitely not looking for some ear scratches (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

-

A little Spicer here so feel free to ignore if you'd like but, as much as you pretend to hate Simon scenting every thing you own, it's really that you hate the fact just smells so good-

Squirreling away shirts and blankets from the rest of the pack as soon as a heat starts to hit, nose deep in Simons hoodie, when price walks in- cooing at what a cute puddle you've melted into on his sheets,

Panting while asking him to help but he's just so busy being a captain, that he literally throws you to the wolves, Johnny's shaking in his seat with excitement when he gets a whiff of you,

His tongue lolling out at the though of being able to lick at your neck, just him and gaz fighting for who gets to lave more hickeys across your neck :))

-much love

Sins Ꮚ⁠˘⁠ ⁠ꈊ⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠Ꮚ <3

please send me more rambles about price and his mutts :(

soap is such a naughty pup :( always yapping when he shouldn't be, sneaking treats from prices desk and always making such a mess with his demolitions projects

cue price mumbling under his breath as he scruffs johnny and drags him off to the showers to clean him up

sheep herder soap who's just so eager to please his owner :( rushing over to price everytime he whistles for him, tail thumping against the floor excitedly as he awaits orders

simon is a rottie. loyal, possessive, and confident. loving and protective of his pack but very reserved around strangers. alpha dog of the pack. only takes one look from him to subdue you and soap :( ears flattening against your head and looking at him guiltily when he scolds you

doberman gaz who is disgustingly loyal to price :( sorry to say it but he is definitely prices favorite. price rescued him from the cold and scary streets of london when he had nowhere else to go. will happily tell on the rest of the pack if it earns him more brownie points

he still loves you all though <3 spoilt youngest sibling energy

all of you having matching collars, expensive black leather on your throats with a simple '141' on the front

johnnys collar is the only one with 'if found please return to' information on the back

no cold nights in the kennels for johns precious mutts no sir

price has a big lavish puppy bed in the corner of his bunk for you all. covered in blankets, pillows and toys

this doesn't mean that johnny and gaz don't howl into the night until price lets them into his bed to snuggle on cold nights

heat/rut season is a nightmare for price. all his loyal pups are out of commission until it's over. he tried to keep you all seperated during this time but he's a busy man he cant spend all day pumping a knotting toy in and out of your slick cunny!!

and he certainly can't let johnny rut his aching cock against his boot whilst he's trying to get paperwork done

throws a few pieces of his dirty laundry onto the puppy bed and locks you all in his bunk, telling you all he'll come back to check on you in a few hours

thought he'd come back to a bunch of restless, whiny pups but instead he finds alpha dog simon pinning you to the floor, your face shoved into one of prices gym shirts whilst he drills his cock into you

johnny and gaz eagerly waiting their turn, hands sloppily pumping their members as they pant and whine about how simon is taking so long and they can't wait :(

[sh1-n0bu]

Okay (takes a deep breath) HELLO

I hope you are doing well..So I recently started following you. I'M JUST IN LOOOOVE IN YOUR WRITING

so I had like this angst idea.I'm a sadist.I enjoy putting my fav characters through hell

Angst ask ( I'm still confused about the rules so please forgive me)

Angst (little yandre s/o)

Let's say that we're m/n and we love our s/o very much. We have a vision and we're like the perfect person to exist on teyvat (I literally met a like this person today) looks 100👍 personality (cute, caring and strong ofc) anyway buff them as much u want.So we went on a mission almost died by getting injured.Somehow made it back to s/o's special day.Spend the whole day with them while dying (u know tanjiro who never dies no matter how much injuries he has) like that.But we got ambushed in middle of nowhere .S/o got hit first and became a burden. Can't fight because of the injury (for s/o) and became almost paralyzed and barely killing the enemies.On the other hand we're dying before but everything crashed and we're fighting with death and enemies and had to protect s/o also (S/O was really weak today and we took the hit again for them and finish the whole fight alone) we almost or say SAYONARA BITCH and maybe die on them or our vision is losing it's glow quickly and we are drowning in our own blood

Ur choice

The self hate part (while the're paralyzed) their dark thoughts are talking over them

It's their fault for being so useless

It's their fault we are almost dead or dead

It's their fault

Their fault

Ahhh sorry because this shit is so long

I had more on my brain ehehehe

Anyway if you don't like it please feel free to ignore it

Loooooove you

(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

😈anon (The emojis are so messed up in this device)

Have a great year ahead

Best of luck

Byeeeeee

✿ 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 ✿

characters: 6reeze x nb!reader

warnings: blood, fighting, canon typical violence, reader has vision, almost dying, angst, light crack and fluff

notes: WOOOO man 😈 nonnie bby you popped off for this one! also wtf nobu is still alive y’all 😨😨

definitely the type to blame himself the most if the people he loves and cares for would get injured, even if he was in another nation when it happened

you get that feeling of immense guilt when you accidentally step on your pet and they yowl very loudly in pain and you want to apologize and pet them to soothe them but they’re backing away from you?

yeah take that feeling and multiply it ten times, that’s how aether felt when he heard your pained shout when trying to get yourselves away from the ambush

when he saw your body fall down to the dirt with blood slowly seeping into the grass, painting the beautiful field in heartbreaking red, he blanked out

only came to himself when your hand touched his cheek, reminding him that you’re both alive as paimon sobs between you two

he was just so worried that you will leave him behind just like lumine and he couldn’t help the aching feeling of his heart being stabbed as his eyes felt more watery and his throat clenched up

aether already lost a loved one and he’s desperately trying to find her and bring her back, so please be careful and always come back to him and paimon

sobbing into your shoulder as his arms wrapped tightly around your body, the blonde traveler couldn’t tell if the wetness he feels on his cheeks is either from his tears or your blood. and he can’t make out any noises other than the ringing, the terrified thumps of his heart and paimon’s sobs. were you alive? please be alive.

feeling a hand wipe away his tears, aether pulled back from sobbing to your shoulders as he looks at you with wide and puffy eyes. you were alive!

tackling you down into a hug, he ignored your pained grunt as he wailed loudly into your chest. clinging to your shirt, weakly hitting your shoulders as he rambled about being more careful and to never make him nor paimon this worried ever again.

“yeah yeah… but aether we need to patch ourselves up before we bleed out to death”.

“…oh”.

the karmic debt that eats away at his mind, body and heart is always on the brink of taking over and turning him into a mindless, raging beast

and thanks to his karma, the guardian yaksha is always at the tip of his feet. ready to run away, desert himself or if needed to, spread out his golden wings and fly far far away where he would harm no one. only himself

sadly it was another day where his karma was at it’s worst. every single movement, shifting of muscles feeling like they’re being torn apart, every little inhale and exhale of breath feeling like his lungs are being stabbed

that’s when it happened. the ambush, the fatui, the accident - it all happened too fast for the adepti to even realize what was going on until something wet splatters on his cheek

blood. your blood

at that, the guardian yaksha put on his mask, uncaring of the agony in his body as he dashes between the ambushers, swiftly taking them down before returning to your side

feeling a shaky hands trying and failing miserably over and over to wrap a bandage around your torso, you manages to crack an eye open to stare at the blurry figure of your boyfriend. faintly you could hear him cuss under his breath as his weak state tries to stop the bleeding with trembling hands. from fear? anxiety? his own karma? you didn’t know and neither did he.

“shit shit shit shit! just stay awake [name]! we’re almost at the wangshu inn!”

noticing your eyes growing hazy, he places a hand on your shoulder and gently shakes you, causing you to grunt in pain. shit was that the wrong move? did he accidentally caused your injuries to worsen?

the touch of your hand covering his own gloved ones snaps him out of his inner tantrum as he looks at your face.

“idiot… why are you smiling?”

“hahah… calm down, love… it’s not that deep. we can walk to the wangshu inn together…”

as the most famous detective and doushin of inazuma, heizou tends to attract a few ill intention carrying people to himself. and that’s precisely why he always tries to keep your relationship a secret even if he desperately wants to hold your hand in public, take you out on nice dates and see the many beautiful sceneries together

alas, not all relationships can exactly be happy go lucky. more so if the person your in a relationship with is the most successful detective of inazuma

all it happened in a blink of an eye. you and him were just supposed to take a nice walk around the beaches together at late night without too many prying eyes and curious whispers, yet heizou seems to have underestimated just how dirty the kairagi can play

the detective even tried threatening when the gang of treasure hunters and nobushis didn’t budge, instead deciding to attack straight at the two of you. the anemo user was fast but the treasure hoarders were too many for him to handle, causing both of you to end up injured

when seeing your bleeding chest, his breath hitches. hands starting to shake, breathing picking up pace as his mind goes back in a memory lane, way back to when his first and only childhood friend laid dying in his arms with the stupid green pebble clutched in his hand

was this real? was that incident happening all over again? no. no no no no, he can’t - he couldn’t lose you. not you. anyone but you -

feeling your weight slump over his shorter frame, the detective snaps out of his momentary panic attack. as your arm comes up to rest on his shoulder, the wine colored haired young man understands your intention. wrapping his own arm around your middle, heizou guides yourselves back to inazuma city as fast as he could support your larger frame.

“hehe… seems like… people might just find out that we’re dating huh ‘zou?”

“heh… just keep your energy and keep walking [name]”

only when hearing that your wounds weren’t in fatal places did shikanoin managed to breathe out a sigh of relief. shoulders sagging as he feels the heavy weight of anxiety slip off of his body, the doushin enters the room you’re resting in to give you a nice long lecture to never jump in front of him to use yourself as a shield again.

after living in hundreds of years under the perfectly hidden disguise, the anemo archon has seen and heard everything the world had to offer. from the joys of his people during festivals to now, the familiar, disgusting feeling of dread churning in his stomach as he waits for your healing to finish

it was a sudden ambush, he was told by the small group you were traveling with. apparently a few abyss heralds had shown up, causing you to use your pyro vision too much to the point you ended up burning your own self

venti couldn’t sit still. pacing back and forth in front of the door of the cathedral, tapping his feet anxiously, fiddling with the necklace you lovingly placed around his collarbone on your relationship’s first year anniversary - now feeling like he was being choked by the gift he treasured

after what seems like hours, the door opens and he’s let in to meet you

you were staying in one of the emergency rooms at the back of the cathedral. the soft glow of the sunset peeking in through the window shining down on your unconscious body, making him feel a mix of awe at your visage but also dread at the amount of pain your body could possibly be going through

dragging a chair up to sit beside your bed, the bard decides to stay beside your recovering figure until you wake up

grunting and shifting, you could feel the bright afternoon sun beating down on you. it felt unconscious and annoying, why didn’t venti close the curtains? he knows how much you hate the afternoon sun.

wait… venti… curtains…

forcing your eyes to open up, you felt a soft tiny weight laying down on your chest right over your beating heart. bringing a bandaged hand up, you poked at the small figure of the wind spirit.

ah right… the accident with the traveling and the abyss heralds.

at the fifth poke, the tiny wind spirit seems to wake up. yawning, the little guy sits up on your chest before his sleepy hazed mind finally realizes you’re awake.

throughout the rest of the afternoon and way into the night, some of the sisters in the cathedral could hear your voice talking back to an angry sounding chirps. they decided to just act like it never happened and continue on with their work.

“human life is worthless”.

that’s what the puppet always scoffs whenever he comes across a grave or reminded of your mortality by your silly questions of “will you remember me after i’m dead?”

and yet why was he screaming his lungs out as he shakes your unconscious body in his arms?

why was it raining? why was his eyes wet even with the wide brimmed hat covering his face?

… why were you bleeding in the middle of the avidya forest?

after having a meltdown over your paling body, wanderer decides to act quick and take you to someone named tighnari. you’ve introduced the two while you were showing the puppet around sumeru, “he’s great with medicine and is one of the best forest rangers” he could remember your smiling fave as he recalls your words

scooping up your body into his arms, the former harbinger uses his anemo vision to fly towards the small village where the forest ranger is located

bursting in through the front door, wanderer nervously calls out for tighnari as he disregards the many looks of worry, fear and pity around him. he just needed to get you to help fast

it had been a few days since your lover had found you bruised and bleeding on avidya forest’s grounds. there’s not a single moment where he’s gotten up and left your side. not even once, not even when the fennec fox pesters him that he should look out for his own health as well.

just how the fuck was he supposed to look over himself when you could very well be on the thin line between life and death?

it was on the fourth day when the puppet felt your fingers twitch in his gentle grasp. sitting up straight, he sits closer to your unconscious body, hoping, praying to the archons that any sign could be seen or heard.

and this time, the archons seems to have took pity on the poor heartbroken puppet as you shifted and groaned, finally starting to wake up. he breathed out a sigh of relief, a single stray tear falling down his puffy eyes as he wipes it away before cradling your cheeks in his hands tenderly.

“welcome back, darling…”

oh gosh imagine the amount of ptsd flashbacks, panic attacks and self blaming this man gets when he sees you get injured

even worse, when you two are fighting together on the battlefield

when you would get injured his state of mind is immediately reverting back to tomo’s death. the blank vision of his friend, the lightning that incarnated his flesh and bones leaving behind nothing to burry, nothing to remember him by, the sheer absolute helplessness the kaedehara felt

acting on pure instincts alone, the samurai scoops up your bleeding body in his arm and he does the same thing he has done before. run.

only when far away from the ambush place and their chasers could no longer be seen or heard does he allows himself to breathe

placing down your injured body, kazuha brings out a few rolls of bandages as he looks over your wounds

was it in a lethal place? how deep was it? did the ambushers had elemental powers? he didn’t know nor could he remember. his vision is just red as his chest heaves, mind being overridden with nothing but panic

this scenery, this moment, this feeling - it was all too familiar to the poor samurai, he couldn’t even comprehend what was real or what was fake

everything was too much

that was, until he feels your hand tugging on his kimono sleeve

finally taking a few deep breaths to calm his mind and racing heart, kaedehara starts to patch up your wounds, albeit a bit sloppily with his trembling hands

staggering with your taller frame leaning on his shorter one for support, kazuha could make out beidou and the crux members’ surprised and worried shouts as some of them drops the luggage they were moving into the ship, instead running over to the couple to aid their members.

as one of the men take your unconscious body away from him, kazuha finds himself following behind wordlessly to the med room. archons was the blood on his white kimono yours? have you truly lost this much blood?

… would you be okay?

snapping himself out of his sudden dark thought, the wandering samurai feels beidou place a hand on his shoulder comfortingly. she could see the young man wasn’t injured, then that would only mean all of the blood on him is from you.

quietly standing together, the captain and the samurai awaits for the medic to finish patching you up. becoming a comforting pillar to lean on to each other as some time passes until the medic finally comes out with a small smile.

just by looking at the medic, kazuha knew you would pull through. that was how you always were. strong and steady, just like the geo vision you had mastered.

[fanboo]

You have a headache HC’s (all)

Dream

• sends out a group text to not get loud

• “I’ll be right back”

• goes and grabs medicine and something to take it with

• “here hold this”

• carefully carries you to bed and tucks you in

• “I’m sorry your head hurts.” (Soft voice)

• forehead kiss and a water bottle left on the bedside table

• offers to stay with you

• ends up getting in bed with you to hold you in such a way that he could block what little light was left in the room from getting to your eyes

Sapnap

• Yells at everyone to shut up

• Realized too late why that was a bad idea

• Apologizes

• Kisses your forehead then tells Dream to bring you some meds

• Pulls you across his lap and holds you until you fall asleep on his shoulder

• He took his hat off to cover your face from the light

• Falls asleep with you

Georgenotfound

• Tells Dream who gets you medicine

• Is very conscious about how much noise he makes

• Tries to stay quiet

• Talks to you in a soft voice

• You made him ramble and fell asleep to him very excitedly explaining how to code a new mod he was working on

• Despite his size he still managed to get you onto his back and carried you to bed like this

• Tucks you in and kisses your forehead before joining you

• Good nap

WilburSoot

• Jokes on you he has meds in every room

• Just pulls some ibuprofen out of seemingly nowhere and hands it to you

• Turns off all the bright lights and tells you to get on his back

• Carries you to bed like this then tucks you in

• Softly sings you to sleep

• “You’ll be okay love.”

Tommyinnit

• So. Loud.

• Until you tell him to shush bc you hurt

• Gets you the meds you need and makes sure you’re all good

• Takes really good care of you

• He’s just… so soft. It’s so different from his online persona

Technoblade

• Keeps headache meds in his basement due to long hours staring at a screen

• Gives you some

• Asks if you need anything

• Let’s you fall asleep on a beanbag he put in there for you

• Best Pig.

• Blood for the blood god.

• Shut up I’m still mourning.

Tubbo

• Closes the curtains and just gets into bed with you

• It was honestly a really good nap

• He’s cuddly when you sleep together

Ranboo

• They checked if you were sick

• Tis but a headache

• “Here have some of these”

• Gives you meds

• Both of you just go back to existing together after that

• They do occasionally ask how you feel and if you need water

Philza (platonic)

• Bird Boy gets you meds

• “Hydrate child.”

• Literally acts like all dads do when you have a headache

• Tells you stay off your screens for a bit to see if it helps

• “Try a nap”

Karl Jacobs

• He’s so sweet

• Tells everyone to not be too loud

• Gets you some meds and water

• “I hope you feel better soon, I love you”

• Forehead kisses every like five minutes

• You guys fell asleep on the couch

Quackity

• Makes fun of you

• But he’s like nice about it

• “Imagine having a headache, skull issue, L.”

• And yet he teases you quietly

• “You want some Tylenol? Ibuprofen?”

• Let you borrow his beanie

Slimecicle

• Gives you ibuprofen

• Makes loving jokes about your headache

• Picks you up the way dads do their four year old daughters and carries you to bed like this

• Cuddles and forehead kisses

(Hey y’all. Life is lifing. By which I mean I’m 17 and about to graduate. So I don’t know when or even if I’ll post again. I’ll try. But it’s hard.)

[giggly-toybox]

now that you're writing for One Piece, if you don't mind, u could share some general tickling thoughts/headcanons on the series? (hcs of characters, scenarios between them etc) if this is too broad u can feel free to ignore, thanks!

HI OKAY SO!!!! I was literally so excited to make this bc this show has absolutely taken over my brain AAAAA

But here we go! For now, we’ll only be doing MY personal favorite characters! If you want a character that isn’t on here, let me know when requests open up again!

Also note: I am in the middle of the Marineford arc (and might have cried a little bit) meaning I am nowhere near up to date with some of the newer stuff!

Basil Hawkins:

EASILY my favorite character. Me and my mutual have been rambling about him for days. So far he’s only had like eight minutes of screen time so don’t know why I like him so much, I just do. My silly babygirl. My borblo Right off the bat, he’s feather ticklish

Like, really. Feathers affect him more than actual fingers

I think he has a very gentle and soft laugh most of the time, but it can get loud if you hit a bad spot

I think his worst spots are his belly, neck, and chin

If you use a feather on any of those spots he will die

EXTREMELY squirmy. He will buck, kick, shove, squirm, whatever he has to do to get away

He’s a really gentle ler most of the time

He’ll just hold you close with an arm while he mindlessly traces his finger on your belly, reading his cards like nothings happening

If you want to get away he’ll let you

But if you tickle him first, that gentleness is thrown out the window and he immediately targets your death spots, scribbling his gloved fingers all over your squirming figure

He doesn’t do it for long tho, and he’s nice enough to get you some water afterwards :)

Perona:

MY GIRLLLL! I love her so so much she’s easily my favorite female character! I just love her style sm, I need her outfit! I love her little ghosts and her aesthetic as a whole, she’s just so pretty!

Persona just oozes sister vibes, both big and little. So I would say she’s an even 50/50 switch

She’s probably ticklish all over, but I would say her worst spot is her belly, specifically her belly button

She doesn’t shut up when being tickled. She’ll scream, beg, plead, complain, or try to distract you

Either that or she’ll send her ghosts to make you depressed

She would be such a brat after being tickled tbh 😭

She would pout and scold you before eventually moving on and floating away

She only tickles things she deems cute, so if you’re not cute in her book, you’re safe

But once she has you in her sights, she’ll playfully tackle you and absolutely wreck you

She likes your cute laugher :3

Crocodile:

My boy Crocodile! Gosh he’s just so cool. I didn’t like him too much in the Alabasta arc, but he got a lot better in Impel Down and Marineford! I just really love the way he looks, and his sand powers :3

Yeah…In all honesty I don’t think this guys really ticklish at all

As much as it pains me to admit

The only spot that could really make him laugh is his neck

Even then all you would get are a few chuckles

He’s not sensitive enough to wreck sorry 😔

He doesn’t really participate in tickling either

He thinks it’s childish

Nico Robin:

The best Strawhat. I do not take criticism. She is my girl and I love her so much. Her “I want to live” made my heart ache! And she easily has my favorite devil fruit

We love a canon ler

Gosh her ability is so well for tickling as we’ve seen in the show twice!

Like she can summon two arms to hold yours and then two to tickle you silly

She’s a nice ler most of the time tho, she won’t torture you for too long

As a lee I think she’s one of those people that are ticklish on most of their body, but not too ticklish

Like no matter where you tickle her, tummy, neck, feet, she’ll giggle but that’s about it

As I’ve said before I think her worst spot are her sides so that’s where you’ll get the most reaction

She’s a bit louder but other than that there’s not really a lot of difference

She had a lovely laugh though <3

Jewelry Bonney:

Another supernova! I really like Bonney, I find her devil fruit really interesting! I can’t wait to see more of her Ticklish thighs. I don’t take criticism she’s definitely weak there

She also has pretty sensitive armpits, but her thighs are a bit worse

Her laugher is kinda rough, and she definitely snorts

If you’re really close to her, she doesn’t mind being ticked by you

But if not you’re getting kicked in the face

Since she’s a big foodie, I see her favorite tickling methods to be things like nibbling or raspberries

I would say licking too but I’m super uncomfortable with licking tickles

X Drake:

X Drake! I love him so much, my dinosaur boy. He easily has the best animal devil fruit so far (I forget what the type is called)

While I do think he’s ticklish, I think he has a lot of tolerance for those kind of things

I mean he used to be a rear admiral he definitely has some endurance

He doesn’t actually squirm around that much. He’ll flinch and shove a bit, maybe kick his legs a few times, but for the most part he just takes it

But he does have one weakness: raspberries

If you blow one right on his belly, like on the middle of the bottom of the huge X on his torso, he’ll laugh louder then the sea

He’s definitely more of a ler. I see him tickling people in his dinosaur form

Like he’s carrying them like a doll and tickling them all over

Or holding them by the ankles and wrecking their soles

Human or dinosaur form, if he’s tickling you you’re not escaping until he lets you go

[apples-r-rubbish]

Small Town (11th Doctor x Reader) - Part 2

Summary: It snows in October, an Amberpoint tradition. On this peculiar snow day you find things aren't just cold outside. Count: 2.3k Warnings: unreality, self gaslighting, mentions of death, long gaps between updates A/N: I didn't mean for this to take literally 8 months, but I have a degree now! it is what it is, sorry, I can't promise I will ever update consistently because that's not my style. However, Thank you for all the support of my fics even though I went M.I.A -L <3

MASTERLIST | PART ONE | PART TWO (you are here !)

You were wandering around the TARDIS arm outstretched out gently touching the walls with your fingertips. The ship hummed gently appreciating your company. It had been an overwhelming 36 hours. 

The asylum was cold, wet and frightening. You prided yourself on generally being quite brave, but that place, that cold, dark, wet, place, sucked the energy right out of your soul. A dalek with a heart was not an easy sight, and as the doctor explained it you felt instantly floored.  The horrors you’d seen remained in your mind. At some point you slipped your way down the wall and allowed a few silent tears to slip from your eyes, and a figure came and sat next you and you slowly began to-

No. This wasn’t right. They don’t exist. You made them up. This isn’t real. That didn’t happen. The dream stopped almost as quickly as it had come to you. It was replaced by an intense feeling of loss you couldn’t quite place.

You stirred from your sleep in waves. Slowly, slowly, you rose from your bed. The world was cold. You read the clock. It was 9 am, 27th October. You searched for warmth through the covers and it was ultimately unsuccessful. John must’ve gotten up early. You curled yourself up in bed for a moment longer, bracing yourself for the chill of air that would eventually come. 

You wandered down the stairs now fully dressed. You frowned at your pyjamas, you couldn’t remember getting them. They were a gift, probably. John stood by the landline mumbling something into the phone. There didn’t seem to be a response coming through, but the conversation continued. He seemed to unstiffen when he saw you and mumbled ‘Work’ while scribbling a barely legible chicken scratch-esque note on paper before waving it at you. 

‘Breakfast - in the Kitchen.’ It was something of an Amberpoint oddity, snow days in October. For as long as you’d lived there had always been at least one. It was something of a ritual at this point, John’s work would call, tell him they’d cancel his appointments and you guys would have a day inside with not much else to do. So you took solace and started camping. Kettle on, brain off. 

You looked out the window halfheartedly, snow braced the horizon, usually it was worse - maybe it was the fact that last time - no year - had left you frozen in for two days with nothing but John’s rambling and intermittent radio signals. At first it was awful snow in October was never right in your mind especially in wherever you’re from again. But now however many years you had lived here, it had become somewhat embraced by you and your husband. 

You heard the phone gently placed back on the receiver as John entered the room, a content sigh fell from him. 

“So Amberpoint tradition, checklist. No work, tick.  Haven’t bothered to check the radio yet, so 50/50 and judging by the snow. No people for give or take but roughly 24 hours,” he wrapped his arms around you and placed a quiet but appreciative kiss on your forehead. And almost as soon as he had said it a knock disrupted the quiet day you had built for yourself. Laughter. 

Bee and Gus stood in the entryway shivering in a way akin to leaves, or something else that shivers. You welcomed them in, seemingly producing mugs of tea from nowhere. They graciously accepted taking up space on your sofa, heat clearly being appreciated. 

“Sorry we had nowhere else to turn, we aren’t used to the weather you see.” Bee rambled between sips “I thought, ah yes, number 11 will know what to do and Gus said we shouldn’t bother you, but I knew you’d be able to help.” Smile sitting there. Saccharine. You agreed seemingly involuntarily, like you felt the force through your body move your head before you’d even registered the question. Unequivocally, you would’ve said yes always. Helping people is what you do. Maybe it showed on your face. Something wasn’t right. 

“Y/N are you quite alright?” Gus asked seemingly as if he’d caught you out on a joke you had no idea of.

The words came to you suddenly, like divine intervention or a script cue you’d suddenly remembered. “Ah yes of course. Doors are always open for you, well at least I’d hope not or all the snow would get in,” your own laughter punctuated the sentence. That wasn’t your laughter. You’d heard it thousands of times. Even John frowned at the noise. No, this was it, what are you talking about? The look melted away, but the snow wouldn’t.

At some point through the snow day you’d resorted to games as the snow piled higher and higher. Charades was the game you’d decided would work. Simple, easy, no hosting, no fuss. Bee stood up, hands wildly gesturing, John and Gus throwing their answers in by the handful, which only caused Bee to keep forming the shapes with her hands but somehow more manically, a joking frustration forming on her face. A film title slipped from your mouth, the words tumbled out your felt your mouth form the sound almost involuntarily. It was garbled to your eardrums, it was like the sound was there and then it seemingly wasn’t. Static on the radio. Scratch on a record. A glitch on the screen.The world seemed to freeze in a way. You’d dragged the Doctor, John, to see that film, virtually begging him. He begrudgingly came along sort of, he sat in the cinema mumbling about how this character was an alien- no that one definitely was, the space travel was inaccurate or that historical thing actually didn’t happen like that and I would know because- the memory was cut short, the cold glare of Gus replacing it staring deep within your soul- something was wrong. He mumbled something, you couldn’t quite make out from the weird static that filled your ears.

The room swung back into you, head lightly slamming forward against the force of something, eyes shooting open. Laughter ensued, everything is fine, isn’t it? Another answer fell from your mouth - The correct one - with a smile, the same one Bee always seemed to give, it was met with a roar of a cheer from Bee excited she finally got to sit down, rather than manically gesturing in hopes that someone would guess something it was clear no-one was going to understand anyway. 

It was well into the evening by now, a small hearty dinner simmering away on the stove, you and Bee sat on the kitchen floor, backs against the kitchen cabinets, discussing old memories.

“I literally bumped into John, that's how I met him,” You giggled between sips of wine, like a child on a sugar rush “He was running to somewhere off doing something stupid, and he ran into me, he literally knocked me off my feet and  he pulled me up, said the thing he was doing was so important, so I’d have to come with him so he could ask me out later. I didn’t believe him, obviously, who would- But no he was right, had to save someone’s life, he is a Doctor after all, it’s what he does. But God, he dragged me around for a whole day, my feet were aching by the end of it, just so much running,”

Bee responded with a small, twinkling smile. It was different from the staged one, it felt like a brave act, giggling like a schoolgirl sitting on the kitchen floor in a snowstorm. But for once it felt real, as though there was no question of whether you should be here or not, it just was and that was right,

“Ah well, mine’s nowhere near that fun. We met in the office, worked together for years, he wouldn’t look at me twice, and then one day he just did and something just clicked in him. And he marched up to me and the rest is history,” Fiddling with her ring as she spoke, “It seems like centuries sometimes, and like days others,” At some point she’d stopped laughing and just drifted. Drifted through the sentence. Like silence on the other end of a telephone. It was then you took her in, nothing poised or staged or performed, just her. She was young, younger than you by the looks of things, but the stories she recounted should have made her older, or at least more well travelled. You gently nudged her, light returned almost as quickly as it had gone. 

Soup was distributed amongst the four of you, sitting at the table not too unlike the other day, Was it the other day? The calendar said 1963. No, they're still new to the neighbourhood. They didn’t know about the snow. And that was a common frustration among the neighbours. I’m sure it doesn’t matter. “This is good, darling thank you for making it,” John commented, he must have noticed your inattentiveness, a small look of concern, thoroughly masked under layers and layers of social etiquette. You nodded, mumbled a brief thank you, and squeezed his hand something reserved for gut feelings, it came as almost normally as breathing, this secondary language you’d formed between the two of you.

The meal had finished, plates, everything washed and away. You’d finally dared to crack open the door a fraction as they’d calmed down thoroughly enough to go home. Snow was piled waist height, unmoving. Door slammed shut, try again tomorrow. Gus seemed to freeze at this,then the anger came “This wasn’t what-” He froze again, hyper aware of his actions, he corrected himself, his stance, his demeanour, breakneck speed back to the usual, “This wasn’t what, we expected,” a meak laugh thrown on at the end for good measure. John frowned at this, he’d caught it and his eyes flicked with something unlike him. Something cold, calculating. He saw you and nodded, an indication: Keep calm, keep it together, it said wordlessly.

Sitting at the balcony over your back garden, you both had a moment alone to talk. 

“He’s weird,” You stated, sipping your drink slowly, almost to cover what you’d said.

John stared at you for a moment, almost incredulously, as if he couldn’t actually believe what you’d said, a pit of guilt forming in your stomach.

“He just makes me uneasy, like a tiger, or a bear, or- or a killer whale, or something else weird,” You said wildly gesturing, arms getting flakes of snow on them, as they stretched over the drop. He laughed at you, breaking character just for a moment, “I mean I get it, but we are getting to know them, darling. You’re married to an alien, I highly doubt we’re normal to them,” He chuckled, wrapping his arms protectively around you and placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. Married to what? 

“Huh, what did you just say? I must’ve drifted off in that last sentence,” You said, rubbing your eyes like a small child, desperate to stay up past their bedtime, as the sleep hit you like a sudden wave. He took your face in his hands, “I said to a Doctor,” He followed his statement with a loving frown. “How did I get so lucky with you? Feels like someone planned all this in the best way,” He squeezed your body in a tight hug “Get some sleep darling.” 

The dreams didn’t come that night, at least not one felt like a memory. 

You awoke somewhere unfamiliar, a cyan and purple sky flashed above you in a storm, dirt and gravel were uneven underneath your back, and didn’t help you at all when you tried to stand. Wobbling to your feet, you observed around you, John- No, the doctor ran towards you and grabbed your hand, and pulled you with force. Ash was falling as you ran, making it harder to run, burning heat filling your lungs.

“We have to leave now, it isn’t safe.” He pleaded, “Come on! Run!” The sympathies faded quickly and were replaced with rushed panic. You nodded a silent acceptance, knowing you had to leave. This memory is not yours, you know it. You can feel it in your brain it’s wrong, like the pieces of two puzzles have been mixed up together all wrong. The Doctor pulls you along, you reach something resembling a vessel, at least what of it your brain allows you to see, the rest promptly replaced by static, the same static blocking out words in your brain. Where are you? You ask your thoughts, the static response is the same constant buzzing you feel in the back of your mind, wordless, uncaring, uneventful. You stand in what looks like a control room, fighting back tears, and wretches, as the doctor spins around you readying for flight “Y/N, come on! We have to leave. They’re gone- The sentence starts again, scene resetting down to the sparks flying. She's gone, we have to go, now,” He virtually screamed at you, something he never did and always refused to do. You nodded, gulping between tears, before hurrying forwards to press buttons, and help. The last thing you felt was a bumpy take off, desperately clinging to both the railings and your memories. Where am I? . You awoke, gasping for air, a tear fresh on your cheek. 

Bee and Gus left promptly the next day, thousands of thank yous between farewells. The snow had melted mostly, some occasional flakes, falling like the ash in your dream. The static hummed low and slow in your mind. It stopped for a second, a split second, when Bee hugged you. You felt your body run cold, your question had received an answer. You shut the door after they left and made excuses to John as you retreated into your bedroom and sat quietly. The word rolling around your mind like a marble. 

Dead. 

[voidscarredadjudicator]

A VERY lengthy ramble about Salmonids, Grizzco, and Big Run.

Aaaand this is the follow up to my previous long post where I talked about the new Drizzle Season maps with my stream of consciousness observations. It is long. I am sorry.

Now, I seem to be in the minority when I say that I absolutely love Big Run as an event. I sort of get this vibe that a lot of people aren't happy with it, and considering how infrequent it is compared to Splatfests, I can't say I blame them - especially considering how stacked against the odds the reward system is. Like, top 5% of the entire playerbase for a gold statue? The playerbase of one of the best selling Nintendo games of recent memory? That's a lot of people who're gonna be left in the dust simply by design. I honestly can't fathom why they made the PvE gamemode's event more competitive than the PvP one, but for someone like me? Between the two, I do enjoy Big Run more. I prefer mastering a difficult challenge with a rare accolade to prove it over the stomping/getting stomped that comes with Splatfests.

So yeah, there's gonna be a Big Run arc in Humanity's Endling. I am biased. I will admit to this. In fact, I'm even willing to spill the beans on the fact that Act II is the Big Run arc. You may think it odd that the Big Run arc is gonna be happening before the inevitable Alterna arc, but keep in mind that you are technically able to experience Big Run before the main story. In fact, the original trailer for Big Run sorta inadvertently hints at this since Mr. Grizz's radio is still the bear eating the fish, rather than the new one you get after clearing the main story. Now obviously, that's likely the case since Nintendo didn't wanna spoil that detail, but it's worth keeping in mind that the main story can just... never be done on a save file. Could be the final damn Splatfest of S3 before some asshole decides to actually do something about Cuttlefish lurking in the manhole, y'know?

Anyways, Um'ami Ruins as a Big Run map is... interesting. The first three maps we've had have all had some obvious way for the Salmonids to arrive - Wahoo World is on the coast, Inkblot was built on a river, and Undertow is literally the sewers, but Um'ami?

We are in the desert. There is no water.

...or is there?

Now, bear with me for a second, because I'm gonna go full detective here. Full theorist. A game theorist, if you wi- *gets shot*

Why would the Salmonids even want to attack these ruins to begin with? Do they have some kind of deep rooted cultural vendetta against the people who built this place? Is there some sort of ancient artifact interred within these grounds which holds unfathomable power? Are the Salmonids simply stupid?

No, no, and no comment. It's a lot simpler, actually.

They're not after the ruins. They're after the town next to the ruins.

That clearly isn't Splatsville. It's nowhere near big enough. It's just some tiny town in the middle of literally nowhere that just so happens to border these ruins, and is likely where the excavators and archeologists that are working here live. Additionally, such a town in the middle of nowhere would need some kind of way to get water, and there's this cool invention made by none other than Mario "Jumpman" Mario himself (source: trust me) called 'motherfucking pipes'. Those pipes probably run under/around the ruins - hell, those pipes getting built might even be how the ruins got discovered in the first place - and the Salmonids, being the chaos incarnates that they are, hitched a ride.

But if that's the case, why are we fighting them in the ruins? One of two reasons: they're trying to secure the ruins as some sort of outpost first and we're stopping them before they do that, or Grizzco is actively countering them by cutting off their advance at the ruins themselves. I'd imagine there's likely some sort of measures at play as well to cut off the flow of pipes for the exact situation of, "oh god there's hundreds of fish climbing out of my toilet", which would even explain how all that water gets there. The waterways are closed; wherever it wells up is where Grizzco moves in, as that's the only place the Salmonids can emerge.

That's probably why the alarms were going off in Undertow Spillway, beyond a literal 'perimeter breach' alarm. They likely closed off every waterway going to/from the place to contain the advance, it gets dangerously close to overflowing, alarms start ringing... this is right underneath the city. Shit was dire.

Big Run is a phenomenon that is as much a natural disaster as it is a literal act of war. We get to play as the soldiers, since that's the 'fun' part, but like with any hurricane, tornado, typhoon, forest fire, flood, or earthquake, there's so many moving parts to the response that a lot of people don't know about. First responders, evac, medical, meteorological, just to name a few.

A lot of people seem to be under the impression that the Salmonids are just hapless victims of Grizzco, and Big Run is just them striking back after dealing with Grizzco for so long, but honestly? I disagree. I mean, Grizzco ain't exactly squeaky clean, that's for damn sure, but the Salmonids aren't all that great either. They have their own culture and belief system for how the world works, and part of that culture is one that idolizes combat to the point where they'll attack in droves simply because the clouds dictate. If anything, they probably respect Grizzco and it's workers to some degree for being such formidable opponents time and time again.

Big Runs have been happening long enough for them to be mentioned in what's more or less the closest thing to an in-universe equivalent of the Bible, so their aggression is pretty heavily and historically documented. And clearly, they have no interest in joining the wider society outside of their clans in their murky waters (with Little Buddy being an extraordinary exception). Every sect of their society is trained for fighting one way or another; the smarter ones build and pilot weapons, the stronger ones are commanders, and they even have a place for the inexperienced where they serve as the snatchers. Their entire belief system is predicated on the idea that conflict makes one whole, that fighting and then dying is a process that lets them serve the cycle of nature. It's so deeply engrained into their way of life that they arm their children and send them to fight and die as well. They're a proud warrior race, through and through.

Does that justify Grizzco moving in to take their eggs? Because keep in mind, the Splatoon universe is also undergoing a constant energy crisis, and while we know Grizzco is doing shady stuff with the Golden Eggs... we're still collecting Power Eggs, too. In fact, that's literally the name of the job position - 'Freelance Power Egg Collector'.

On top of that, Grizzco isn't really keeping it secret. They're very open about what exactly is done. You go in, you fight Salmonids, you get their eggs, and you come back. It's a dirty job, but someone's gotta do it. It's legal, somehow.

Grizzco is likely providing legitimate aid for society through egg collection, which is probably how it's been able to grow to begin with - despite it being a front for Mr. Grizz's own schemes. Not only that, but society relies on Grizzco during Big Run. You can hate them all you want, but they're the ones who're making sure you still have a city to live in and power to run your damn internet.

But also, it's clearly not impossible to have some kind of positive relationship with the Salmonids, as the Octarians have managed to get some kind of trade deal going with them - although as of Splatoon 3, the Octarians seem to be less an actual army and more just the last few groupies Octavio still has after the Squid Sisters pulled some inspirational anime moment hijinks through the power of song twice. It just seems like the only thing the Salmonids are interested in are... more weapons. Weapons that they will then use during Big Run.

Imagine your neighbor breaking into your home and stabbing you with a knife you let him borrow because the clouds 'told him to'. It's... sorta easy to see why the rest of society hasn't really tried doing that. The Octarians probably didn't have much choice - or were at least comfortable with the trade since the Salmonids dwell on the surface, so they wouldn't be affected by their stampede.

Really though, it's a matter of two different shades of gray in constant opposition with each other. Lawful Evil versus Chaotic Neutral. Pick your poison.

If you haven't noticed, I've given this a lot of thought. Kaleb will have a ton to say in Act II about this whole situation. It truly is a uniquely fucked scenario, especially for someone who's world was taken away because of fighting like that... and that's without even getting into the actual things that'll happen during that act.

Before this post gets any longer, I do wanna put out a headcanon that'll be present during Act II, and that's the idea that there's only one Big Run that happens. I find it really weird and frankly absurd that this legendary, prophesized event of utter devastation at the hands of the Salmonids is... a neat, two day event that happens once every few months where they attack a single place and then leave. It's quite literally a biblical event, what's the deal?

So basically, the way I picture it is that Big Run is closer to a week, maybe longer, and basically everywhere is being attacked at once. Like, each Big Run we do ingame is just another theater for the fighting that's happening at the same time as the previous runs. Or, in other words, Wahoo World is under attack at the same time as Um'ami, and Inkblot is under attack at the same time as Undertow, and they're all under attack right now all at once. The fact that Mr. Grizz always acts like you've never heard of Big Run when it starts and the fact that you can hear the fighting in Inkopolis Square no matter the map honestly kinda lends to this idea.

It's just spaced out weirdly in the actual game's event lineup because having Big Run be a week long event that happens only once in the game's entire lifespan would be incredibly stupid from a commercial standpoint. Yes, I am huffing copium.

Anyways, I'm gonna stop myself here because holy shit this is a long post and it's so late that it's early. My sleep schedule is in shambles. I enjoy making these, though. I might do one regarding Alterna & Mr. Grizz himself when we get closer to the Alterna arc. Also I will still be playing Big Run tomorrow. Join me if you dare.

[justanother-janedoe]

Take on Me

Summary: You would think that working with movies would be exciting, but it's not, at least for Steve. Especially with Robin taking the day off. But when she walks into his life it seems like everything goes from black and white to a world full of color.

Word Count: 2k

Steve Harrington x Reader(she/her)

Warnings: cursing, weed and edibles, ghosts

Empty days in the video store felt painstakingly eternal as Steve was trying to find the means to break up his shift.

When Robin called to break the news that she was taking the day off after getting wasted the night before he felt exhausted, already envisioning the boredom ahead.

He knew it wasn’t right to blame Robin for that. It was his idea to celebrate Robin and the kid's week of surviving high school. Something Steve had to convince her multiple times would happen.

"We literally lived through hell and back. But high school is where you draw the line?" "Back off this is completely different!"

Rambling about all the worst things that could possibly happen. Even with the party Robin still had a bit of an edge.

Hoping that an after party between the two would be the cure turned into Robin getting shitfaced at Steve's house and having to babysit her for the night. The worst part was trying to sneak Robin back to her own house as she loudly gushed about Vickie.

How was he supposed to know Robin was a lightweight? Perhaps it was his 'King Steve Days' which built his tolerance.

Either way he had nothing else to do for the day. Completing all the tasks in less than an hour.

To be fair it usually took longer with Robin and Steve talking as they shared responsibilities.

Since it was the middle of the day when no one would be in to rent, return, or even look around Steve just hung out around the front counter. Hoping something or someone would magically appear and take him out of his misery.

Just as his eyes were about to flutter shut, his hand already propped up to his cheek, he suddenly heard the sound of an odd rumbling. Looking in front of him to the cardboard cut out shaking by itself.

Desensitized by the oddities of Hawkins he instinctively readied himself for another upside down nightmare.

Grabbing a random VHS to use as a weapon.

Out of nowhere someone tumbled out of the cut out. A figure Steve couldn't help but feel like he'd seen before. Until he saw her face.

The same one he passed by every time he went in and out of the doors of Family Video. The same one he'd question Keith for having in the store when the movie hadn't been popular in so long. Responding with "Its a masterpiece that surpassed its time."

Something that Robin seemed to agree with but not on the day she came into work and bumped into it in front of Vickie.

"S'cuse me, sorry." she said as she felt surprised by the stand she bumped into.

Steve giggled as he saw Robin blush, her eyes caught onto Vickie who saw her apologize to the inanimate object.

"Why do we even need cutouts anyways..." Robin went on a ramble, walking towards the back, trying to divert her embarrassment to a long rant on the unnecessary need for cutouts.

Vickie's blushing face not going unnoticed by him or her friend.

Just as he was about to set the VHS down the cover caught his eye.

"It's you. The cover. On the cover." he said flabbergasted. Looking back and forth between the woman in front of him and the figure posing on the very tape in his hands.

It couldn't have been her; one there being no chance of a celebrity ever visiting Hawkins, and two no less coming through a cardboard cut out of an old cheesy comedy with constant double entendres.

"Wanna take a picture or are you gonna do something about it?" she said to him with a sure grin as she walked towards him. The same line on the cover, freaking him out even more.

"How did you get out... what are you." whilst Steve freaked out, the star stayed oddly calm.

"Is this another Upside Down thing because I've already dealt with enough last year-"

"Relax its just a bit of 'movie magic'. If you want I could show you a good time... Steve" she said moving close up to read his name tag.

Feeling a blush take over his face he largely considered that if anything he learned from the previous dangers should give him a sense to be cautious with the new figure standing so close to him.

Yet he felt a sense of security and excitement at the same time. Like when you're about to do something dumb in a dream but feel like doing anything else will break away from fate.

So with nothing to do he acted with the exact riskiness of a horror movie character who'd be yell at for walking right into the danger and said... "Sure."

Moving to stand near her without the partition of the desk between them. "But what exactly are we gonna do because-" before Steve could finish his sentence she grabbed his hand and with a tight squeeze he found himself transported in a blink of an eye.

Just as she showed up to Family Video he tried to balance himself from the sudden move finding himself in the hallways of a school.

Even as he looked around curiously and cautiously she moved around with the confidence of walking the earth with every location on the back of her hand.

Walking up to a random locker and grabbing a brown paper bag from a familiar rebel's locker.

"Wait a minute I know this place" Steve said recognizing the scene they were in.

Looking through the glass of the door which beyond showed the familiar group of teens he'd seen spend their Saturday in detention many times with Nancy.

The first time he'd watch the movie it was recommended by her for a date night. And the next 99 times on Steve's insistence finding a guilty pleasure to secretly share.

It probably wouldn't have been kept a secret by Mike if only he too hadn't fell for the movie (and Molly Ringwald).

"Oh my god I can't wait to rub it into Mike Wheeler's face that I got to meet Molly Ringwald."

But before she could even warn him he already opened the doors to meet the club when he found himself in a little shop with a horrified look on his face as a big weird green thing stood in front of him.

"You sure are a quick one" he heard her voice behind him, gently patting his shoulder as he already sticks his arms to shield them from the dangerous plant growling at them.

"Not this one Twoey. He's all mine." she said hugging his arm. Making Steve's face flush as bright as her red nails.

"Besides I got something else special for you." She said grabbing what seemed like gummy bears in the brown back and hurling them to the plant, not one falling on the ground.

"Don't worry big guy. Twoey's just a lil' hungry." Facing Steve with her sparkling eyes. "Lets go somewhere more exciting. Grabbing his hands again and leading them through another door.

Not before saying goodbye to the carnivorous plant. "I'll see ya around Twoey."

Steve still a bit surprised by the giant plant and by her actions which made him blush.

Looking around his surrounding he felt a slight shiver down his spine. As if the hotel walls that surrounded the pair held something more sinister.

It wasn't until he turned around to find an odd green flying 'thing' rushing towards them and a guy in a jumpsuit that he knew there would be trouble.

Before Steve can even react he got slime on his vest. "Dammit, I just washed this!" he exclaimed in a huff, looking down at his stained clothes.

"Well why don't we go somewhere a little more private?"

Turning to the guy laying on the floor. "Have fun with the ghost busting." Waving her goodbye, still dizzy from the ghost that ran up to him.

As they walked into another film Steve found himself in a dark dining room only illuminated by the candles sitting on top of a cake.

"Hey I know this movie" Steve said grinning as he went straight to the table.

(Definitely not admitting to his obsession with Molly Ringwald.)

"Thought I'd save the best for last." she said sitting across from him. The birthday candles illuminating Steve's excitement to recreate one of his favorite scenes.

"Thanks for getting my clothes back to normal"

"Thanks for coming over."

"Thanks for coming to get me."

"Happy Birthday Steve... Make a wish."

Steve smiles. "It already came true."

He looks down at the cake. Amazed by the adventure of a lifetime.

Maybe following the plan Steve's parents envisioned wasn't meant for him, being with Nancy, or even leaving Hawkins.

Because no matter how chaotic things get and the risk that anything could happen. He couldn't help his heart swell as his hopefulness that things can be so much more interesting.

With hope in his heart he leaned in to kiss the starlet, hearing the music play in the background as his vision fades to black.

Opening his eyes Steve awakes to see the VHS of the movies he'd just experienced drop on the floor. So it had all been a dream, he thought as he moved around the desk to pick up the VHS that fell.

Wishing that he'd stayed dreaming as to pass the time the familiar ring of the front door alerted him just as he almost finished picking up all the tapes to the same vibrant red nails he'd seen before.

It was her for real. Not the movie dream version but the real life one. The same girl he'd seen tail behind when Robin and Vickie did their awkward version of flirting.

Even though they never talked Steve noticed the little things about her.

The way she always got candy when picking a movie. How she'd apologize to others for being in the way even when the hyper kids who came in weren't looking in the first place.

Overall she was sweet.

Looking at him with her glasses covered face he couldn't help but feel lost in them as he quickly straightened out his outfit and ran his fingers through his hair hoping that he didn't look caught of guard.

"Wanna take a picture or are you gonna do something about it?" she said to him with the same sure grin that made his eyebrows shoot up.

"What?" Steve said feeling a sense of deja vu.

"I mean... that's the line from the movie right? I remember seeing it a while ago but I guess I'm not as cool saying that." she said endearingly shy as she looked down and pushed her glasses up.

Even with knowing that she was also shy Steve couldn't muster up his usual suaveness (that Robin would claim ended along time ago).

"No, no I think you're very cool. As cool as a cucumber." already regretting saying with a sigh, as soon as he heard himself. He could already see another tally by Robin.

Finding his nervousness endearing she softly laughed.

As she told him her name Steve knew using pick up lines like "Are you sure you name isn't the girl of my dreams?" would be too cheesy but after that weird nap...

...maybe it was his subconscious or fate, but all he knew was that his heart skipped a beat looking at her.

"And you're... Steve." she said reading off his tag.

Steve never finding his name as nice as she when she had said it.

"Do you need help with-" "No I got it thanks though. Just have to take the long trek to here." he said leading her to the desk he'd minutes ago was napping on.

"These sure are some interesting picks."

"Um yeah they are" Steve nervously combed through his hair. "I mean they're not for me. Just a couple of tapes I picked out for my kids. I mean not 'my' kids just these kids I babysit from time to time."

"That's really nice of you."

"I mean not really they all just seem to stick around so I'm usually the one in charge." Trying to make babysitting the gang seem much, much cooler than it really was.

"I have to say you have really nice taste."

"I usually try to get a little bit of everything. Or else we'd just watch Star Wars all the time. Which is a good movie with those teddy bears but every single movie night with them, its the first time they've seen it- I'm oversharing aren't I?"

"A bit yeah. But its fine. It sounds like you really care about them. And I get it movie nights with my friends can get pretty crazy too."

"Yeah um if you want maybe we could have a movie night together..." Steve asked crossing his fingers underneath the counter. "I mean not just me and you but our friends together if that's not to weird."

"Yeah I think they'd love it..." she said with a sweet grin that makes Steve think of how grateful he is to work at Family Video for the first time.

*Author's Note:

Thank you so much for reading this. If you've read my previous work I know I've been away for forever long ago but I'm back, back, back again by popular demand (not really but I really wanted to say that).

Anyways I hope you enjoyed the movie references. If you didn't catch on they we're; Breakfast Club, Little Shop of Horrors, Ghostbusters, and 16 Candles.

I know there are so many iconic scenes in these movies but I kinda wanted it to hint that the bouncing between movies was a dream.

I also know that in Breakfast Club it wasn't gummy bears and that edibles don't work that quick but I just felt that throwing weed at Twoey made less sense (not that throwing edibles at a plant makes more but...)

I've posted about this before but if you think this fic is OC instead of reader I'll change it but I think there's not to many physical descriptions that make it an OC, but maybe I'm wrong.

I hope you enjoyed this fic and if you have any request please let me know. I'll try to get to them as soon as I can since I want to write more. Have a good day.

[marsbotz]

hello I keep seeing u talk ab loving skybound but I'm curious as to why u love it, and would LOVE to read a super in-depth explanation bc im kinda a skybound notliker and ik uve changed my mind on certain thigns ab this show b4, and I was hoping u cld do it again !!! :DDD /gen

YEAH. OKAY !!! sorry this is super long and rambly i already had to rewrite it once cus tumblr ate it lol... and also sorry its all basically abt jay (running away embarrassed)

first of all let me say i do think skybound is a BAD season. having the characters suddenly all be sexist out of nowhere to drive plot is stupidddd and so is having a retcon ending that makes it all redundant except for Jaya Canon Now. i think thats mostly what makes the fandom not like it. BUT. i think its sooo interesting for like so many reasons also

i think s8 is considered the darkest season which is fair. but skybound also has a crazyyy amount of dark and DEEPLY interesting things it touches on. the ninja disappearing one by one. jays birth father being his favourite actor. jay torture. jaya actually being interesting!! lets talk abt these.

having the ninja slowly be cut out of the season is GREAT for not only building tension but also being able to more deeply build upon jay and nyas characters (and their relationship). the 22 min format means that some characters (like wu and kai) are gone for AGES. which is sad for kai fans but greatttt for the season. it rlly makes u feel their absence, and some of their disappearances are scary!! zane trying to outsmart nadakhan but realising too late hes been tricked... AHH!!!

if you compare this to how they did it in s12 its a lot more impactful as theres more time for the characters to... be gone. and the videogame nature rlly does take away a lot of the tension IMO. if jays mothers had been in prime empire like planned.... it would have been a GREAT parallel i think but as it is its just kind of odd. thats another convo tho lol (altho there issss the mention of jay being adopted at the end. very interesting [it goes nowhere])

i literally think abt jay adoption arc every god damn day of my life. ill try to explain this without getting too deep into my personal sicko hcs lol. first you get a rlly nice callback to s1 w jay being ashamed of his parents and living in a junkyard only to realise how litte he cares once theyre threatened. thennn you have the whole situation at cliffs house. jay finds out the man who abandoned him at birth (possibly? we dont know details) is the actor for fritz donnegan. the same character who jay imitated and aspired to be like. and then he realises his father felt the same admiration towards jay!! and they both never knew!!!

i think this twist is what makes a lot of jays behaviour in s6.... not excusable... but understandable. jay is shown to be insecure and have weird fucking ways of coping with this (lying. lying lying all the time) and so it kinda feels natural that his way of coping with this information would be to 1. hide the fact he made wishes 2. try to imitate his father through his book and 3. Never Speak Of This Again.

speaking of that lets talk about jay being tortured. can we talk about that?? they FUCKED him up. but the most important part out of allll of it is a character trait i rarely see ppl attribute to jay even though its like... pretty consistent for him. is his willpower!! hes able to endure days of torture to the point where he can barely walk and talk at the end of it just to stop nadakhan from gaining more power

nadakhan also directly points out jays insecurities and how they make him lie to his friends... and jays able to show some of his smarts thru trying to get flintlocke to stage a mutiny! honestly the whole episode is so damn interesting it makes me SEETHE its not more talked abt LOL

i wont get into my insanely complex jaya opinions rn but i will say s6 has one of the most interesting depictions of the ship to me. nya being reluctant to date jay due to being seen simply as his girlfriend is soooo interesting and fits well w her arc of not wanting to give up her own deal w sam x to become a ninja. its just a shame they had to retroactively make everyone misogynistic to do so lolol... and the ending w jays wish Potentially forcing them together is soooo odd and kinda goes what the rest of the season was setting up for them. THIS IS MAINLY why i think ppl hate this season. cus it sets up SOOO much cool stuff and then drops it all last second

i think the things that could have saved skybound from being so hated would be

1. do the same plotpoints w nya but dont drag the ninja AND DARETH into it ..... make them supportive of her!

2. makes jays final wish have some FUCKING consequence! you could do a LOT with how he worded it to twist it badly (im a nadakhan return truther for life)

3. not dropping every single intersting character trait ever. and also not dropping the GOD DAMN ADOPTION ARCCCCCC and also not revealing jay to be so crushingly insecure he physically cannot stop himself from lying to ppl and putting on a happy mask and then turn him into a one note comic relief character. [becoming a soulless husk]

LOL i realise this sounds now like i hate skybound I DONT i just think its very flawed. BUT thats whyyyy i love it... because its so interesting! its flawed in a way like "there is soooo much i cld do w this" and not like "i dont care about any of this its so bad". w ninjago my fav parts have always been the weird icky edgy parts that are almost too much for what it is... which is a childrens lego show. ik they cld never have done most of the interesting stuff i imagine coming out of skybound and thats ok! bc i get to think abt it evilly.

heres some assorted things i love and think are fun in skybound

kai and zane banter at the repo yard

ronin capturing the ninja!! specifically him shutting down zane from the inside is super scary and cool

NINJA IN PRISON!!!!! i almost threw up when they went to jail in crystallised its so fuckign fun. SKYBOUND 2!!!

zane playing chess against nadakahn. another scary zane moment

jay trusting only cole w the truth abt his wishes (HELL YES BROTHER)

clanceeeeee <3 him being like one sided friends w jay and standing up to nadakhan at the end of it all... wahhh

NINJA REPLACEMENTS. so fucking funny i love jay and his assortment of old guys And Skylor

everytime i watch it i cant stop thinking of this ytp and it makes me cry. its not even that funny i just have watched it like 50 times

its dungeon media. this is smth i made up and only i know abt . dont worry abt it but its true

ok my brain is mush HOPE THIS MAKES. some sort of sense . bascially trying to condense 6 years of Thoughts into coherent analysis is impossible for me LOL

[definitelynotshouting]

hihiiii i was gonna start this with something but i forgor anyways ough. ough yuor hunger au. and the way you write the guyes. immaculate. spectacular. one might even say delicious. i binged the fic in one day and reread it over the next few days and. aughdhdkfh. ough. sorry. i’m kinda tired so words not wording but also. i want to word because this fic is so good. uh uh uh love the way you write tango he is just. peak guy love him and the head in hands ranchers make me want to explod. also i am soooo fucked up over grains relationship with scar bc like. relationships where the fundamental trust and love (not romantic) are prioritised even if they’re explicitly partners or anything are just. soooo compelling to me. and you do that with scarian and it drives me fucking insane. like. pointing violently at them. it’s so clear how much grein cares about all of the hermits and GOD HIM AND MYFNBO and. ok another trope/mechanic that i love love love that you did perfectly is like the. x thing amplifies existing emotions but doesn’t pull them out of nowhere thing. because that’s already similar to a hc i have for traffic smp red life mechanics (it’s a bit long so i won’t drop it all teehee) and it makes me so excited to see in literally anything because it’s so fucked in its own special way. the fact that they can’t even deny these feelings existed before but that they never would’ve acted on them because they’re just not that type of person so groan amplifying those emotions is jus. i don’t think i have spelled groan right once in this ramble i am so sorry lmao ok also xiauma. wet rag of a man. he is trying his best and for that he gets a gold star sticker on he helmet. and pearl ahdlagdkshdksdlah pearl is soooo. her and tilly head in hands head in hands head in motherfuckign hands her saying that graind doesn’t have a tilly and he DOESNT and wasugh i’m so excited for wherte this fic goes i’m so sorry for how rambly and streamyf consctionness this is i’m going to bed

have a lovely day take car eof your self drink water!!! drink water fright now!!!!!! ok i’m going to sleep now sorry ill maybe weight something more coherent when i’m not eepy so goodnight!!

HEY THIS IS SO SWEET OMG???? THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE HUNGER AU, THIS MADE MY EVENING FR

[sorroute]

aaaa hii!! idk how to do this but could i get a tbhk matchup? a lil bit abt me is:

my names banny, but my nicknames are bans or beans lol

my gender is female, and i'd prefer to get a male matchup

i'm very impulsive and spontaneous. like i blurt stuff out of nowhere mid-sentence, hop topics like nobody's business, and make random changes in my life on a whim like dying my hair or getting a bird

im generally a total dork LMAO like my favorite movie is scott pilgrim vs the world, i love horror movies and games, i play zelda chronically, one of my all time favorite bands is weezer, and my room is literally a dungeon of trinkets and posters!!!!

i love nature and animals, especially birds and rodents. sometimes ill pick up random spiders from outside and bring them inside, or put two different bugs together in a jar and watch them.

i wanna major in russian lit for college, and/or go to film school. im a total freak for english and literature, until i have to any essay or read any required books for school, and then i DESPISE every aspect of it

im very indecisive, and i tend to procrastinate a lot. i have adhd and literally debilitating anxiety, so my head is basically a cesspool of thoughts🙏 i have a habit of collecting things i dont need, and i have a very flip flop fashion style. like i'll be goth one day and then butch the next LMAO but i literally only wear the crustiest pair of timberlands like everywhere

i also have very dark and niche humor. ill call myself a siltmaxxed mulchpilled soilcel and then wonder why nobody gets it 😭😭

thats all, im so sorry if this too rambly, and no pressure to do it😭 tysm!

Aaaa hihi!! ^_^ Honestly it was a bit hard to pick someone to match you with but then that thing in cartoons where the lightbulb pops over their head when someone gets an idea and I was like "omg !!! Wait !!! Tsuchigomori !!!!"

Tsuchigomori

I feel like, despite your differences, you guys would get along really well :3

He wouldn't mind when you randomly blurt stuff out, he thinks it's cute and likes how you speak your mind

He does get worried about you though

Tries to talk you out of doing some stupid shit

Although, honestly I feel like he'd be all for you dying your hair

(as long as you're sure you want to)

I mean.... Have you seen this guy's hair

No WAY that's all natural

Dork X dork real

He has no video game experience whatsoever and is honestly not interested in them at all

He does like how passionate you are about that stuff though <3

He's definitely a classical music type of guy

Or heavy metal maybe...

Anyways, not a big Weezer fan, but would listen to them for you if you put it on

Another trinket collector !!! :3

He's often find little trinkets for your collection or buy things relating to your interests just because he loves how excited you get ^^

Would love to see your trinket collection some time

He admires your love for nature alot <3

Sometimes he gets worried you'll try to lock him in a jar though

He's seen some shit 💀

In terms of literature, obviously, he's all for it

He probably has a ton of different books in different languages so if you ever wanted to start learning Russian literature early he's got you covered ;3

Would be happy to teach you about anything you'd like in terms of literature

Probably much more knowledgeable in English and Japanese literature, but he's a big nerd so I wouldn't be surprised if he's dabbled in other languages as well

In terms of film school..........

He can't help you

Besides getting you some books about film theory and stuff

He's not a fan of procrastination, he prefers to just get things done quickly so he doesn't have to do them later

That doesn't mean he doesn't get it, though

He's a teacher, of course he's dealt with procrastination before

With himself and students probably

Will try to encourage you to get your work done, and gives some advice on coping skills you could try

He's a bit harsh sometimes, but he just wants what's best for you </3

Very maternal in that regard

He definitely has anxiety as well, so y'all are struggling together

Will read up on some coping mechanisms for anxiety and tries to get you to use some, but won't force you

Surprisingly, he does like how spontaneous you are

It keeps him guessing as usually he can read people like a book

He doesn't get all of your different styles, but does enjoy them

He's a fashionista so he appreciates the variety

He 100% tries to get you new shoes though

Probably has nightmares about your shoes

Purposefully avoids looking at your feet because he can't bear to look at them

(sorry for the slander anon 😭)

(he can't help it, he's a princess)

Likes your dark humor, but is also very worried

Understandably so

Will do daily check ins with you to see how you're feeling

Teacher, doctor, therapist, librarian, fashionista, AND princess??????

You got the whole package tbh

Anyway, all in all, he loves you alot- despite your differences <33333333

All he asks is that you don't trap him in a jar and that you get new shoes

A/N

Honestly this was really fun to write :3 Also a ZELDA ENTHUSIAST????? AND LITERATURE NERD??? You're amazing mwah mwah ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა Anyway, I really hope you enjoyed this !! You seem so cool ໒꒰ྀི >ヮ<꒱ྀི১ Any feedback or constructive criticism is always appreciated<33 ^^

(Sorry for the shoes slander again btw </3)

[uniquevoidflowers]

Whatever day this is! Tis' short but I think it hits.

Hyrule hummed softly lost in thought during second watch. He had noticed Legend was being off. The collector was being quiet, blank, unexpressive, the exact opposite of how the kid usually acts. Usually Legend is either smiling or scowling, loud with opinions, and laughing with everyone. But during mealtime earlier that evening, the collector kept to himself, face impassive, and managing to avoid every conversation. That made the traveller’s stomach churn a little bit. Eyes landing on the collector, Hyrule found that the kid was tossing and turning, eyebrows furrowed, and tears flowing freely down his cheeks. Legend was whispering stuff like ‘no’ and ‘come back’. Hyrule decided he needed to do something and wandered over to Legend to rouse him. He gently shook the kid, waiting patiently until Legend’s eyes slowly fluttered open. “W-what is it?” Legend questioned, sitting up almost instantly.

“It looked like you were having a nightmare. Thought I’d wake you up.” Hyrule answered.

“I wasn’t.” Legend croaked.

“Really? So I just imagined you crying and tossing and turning, and talking in your sleep?” Hyrule retorted.

Legend’s eyes widened a bit and he felt his face, fingers touching the tear stains. “Okay maybe I was.” He said quietly.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Hyrule offered, softening.

The collector’s mouth opened but no sound came out. He suddenly looked so small, eyes wide but narrowed and mouth quivering. Hyrule looked at the kid and suddenly found himself there. Hyrule recalled wishing for arms to wrap around him as he was alone, his parents nowhere to be found. So instead of saying anything he just opened his arms wide, a genuine smile on his face. The traveller was surprised to almost be knocked over by Legend, who had sprinted into his arms. But Hyrule returned the hug, and held Legend close. Hyrule could feel the collector shaking, as pained sobs rang in his ears.

“I-I’m so-ory I just…” Legend broke off at the end.

“No apologizing.” Hyrule murmured.

For a long time, Hyrule sat there with Legend bawling and apologizing over and over again, until the kid had run out of tears to cry. “How are you feeling?” Hyrule asked.

“Better.” Legend sniffled and rubbed his eyes.

“Do you want to talk about what happened?” Hyrule asked again.

…

“Yeah.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

Legend paused to collect himself. “I had a nightmare. A-and it was about…it was about my U-uncle…and t-this girl I knew.”

“Yeah? You don’t have to continue if you don’t want to.” Hyrule reminded him.

Legend shook his head. And then began to tell the traveller of the brutal death of his Uncle, how the blood was pouring out of his Uncle’s mouth, and how he saw the gaping hole in the man’s chest. Then the kid rambled about this girl, and every single moment spent with her, but then how he had killed her and never saw her again. At least that’s what Hyrule had picked up. Legend had been sniffling, pausing, and stammering, and mumbling and Hyrule was certain he had missed a few things. He had felt really bad for the poor collector, the poor kid. A literal kid, facing these horrifying things. “Wait how old were you when all this happened?” Hyrule didn’t realize the words had slipped off his tongue until they did.

Legend stiffened. “I uh…do you really want to know?”

Hyrule found that he was curious, but he shouldn’t have been so blatant. “Only if you’d like to answer.” Hyrule decided.

“Well…I was six when my Uncle died, and seven when s-she died.” Legend admitted.

And he was ten now. Hyrule felt sick. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Don’ be sorry.” Legend yawned.

“I think it’s time for you to go back to sleep and get a night’s rest for our journey tomorrow.” Hyrule demanded.

“M’kay.” Legend nodded and the traveller grabbed a spare blanket.

The collector crawled into his bedroll and Hyrule gave the blanket to him, watching as Legend eventually relaxed.

“‘Rule you were supposed to wake me up quite awhile ago.”

Hyrule jerked around to see Time standing there, a concerned but stern expression on his face. “How much did you hear?” Hyrule questioned.

“Not much. Just woke up a few minutes ago.” Time responded looking at the kid instead of the traveller.

“Right.” Hyrule nodded, not convinced at all.

“Well, what are you standing here for? It’s my turn for watch.” Time demanded, not unkindly.

Hyrule shrugged and slipped into his bedroll. He sat there for a few seconds, before he was able to drift off.

He had nightmares about Legend dying, gory deaths. Once Hyrule had awoken, tears dripping down his face, he hugged the collector. Making sure that the kid was still alive.

“Uh…”

“I’m so glad you’re okay!”

And that was the start of Hyrule and Legend’s friendship.

[creature-wizard]

i used to be in the loa community and it was miserable lol. i'd have phases of being so inspired and really feeling like things were going to change for the better, only for it to not happen. for a long time i held out, and any 'failures' i had i took it as an opportunity to improve and carry on. but then at some point i just began to spiral--it came out of nowhere--and i felt so, so hopeless. i think with every 'mistake' and failure i had, it built up without me fully realising it. i never told anyone, not online and of course not in real life, because acknowledging it would've been the final nail in the coffin for my 'journey' or whatever.

anyone who voiced their upset about not getting the results they wanted, they'd be told by some blogs that it was because they "weren't persisting enough", and that all they needed to do was continue. any mention of doubt or feeling bad was frowned upon. it sucked. because i sure as hell knew that i was putting my heart and soul into it. i like to view myself as someone who is steadfast, but a person can only handle so much until they crumble. to be fair, it wasn't completely loa's fault for my sudden decline in mental health, there were definitely different factors. but it probably wasn't that healthy for me regardless. burnouts happen ig

in defence of some of the blogs i've been on, there are definitely a few that don't have the regular toxic ideology that a lot of the other blogs do. not all of them take neville goddard's words and teaching as gospel, and some of them actually encourage getting help when you need it and to not rely on loa completely, and they reiterate that any awful things that happened to people wasn't their fault! but i will say that those more healthy loa blogs are more rare and hard to come by. coincidentally, they're also the least active. but i digress

but yeah. my main issue with loa was that after being in that community long enough, i just became stagnant. mostly due to the hope that things would sort them out themselves. i'd hold back on pursuing things and making plans because i wanted to do them AFTER i'd manifested everything. but clearly that didn't work out for me lol.

so uh yeah if you're in the community and reading this and you're not quite ready to let go of it yet, just don't let it hold you back. you think it isn't harmless until you just stop moving forward because of it. and please don't be afraid of reaching out for help.

sorry for the long ramble, hope you're doing well.

fuccccckkk if it were all true. manifesting a big ass psychic elephant would have been so metal !!

Thanks for sharing your story! And yeah, that's the thing about trying something over and over with no results - you might be able to repress the disappointment for awhile, but it will build up and eventually come out and hit you all at once. And it can hit hard.

You mention that you never posted about your failures, and I think that this is a far more common in the Law of Assumption community than many people realize. Neville Goddard's teachings and the community around them absolutely push people into self-censorship. We see people posting success stories (or, supposedly posting success stories), but we really have no idea of what's going on behind the scenes.

And it's a shame that the blogs taking a healthier approach to this aren't as common or active. But honestly, the fact that the toxic bloggers are spending all this time on this blue hellsite when they could, supposedly, manifest themselves doing literally anything else should tell people a lot about how well they're actually doing with the Law of Assumption and their approach to it.

Anyway, I'm glad you're doing better and I hope things keep going well for you!

[seeingteacupsindragons]

Hello hello

Sorry for the intagible rambling below for I ask this in a confused? hurt? but also intrigued? curious? state.

I glimpsed a twt that seemed frustated that ynm went ~too~ into the homo in recent chapters and seemingly finished the mystery/crime plot that drew them in the first place (seemed like they're also too mad to continue reading the new chapters themself).

It makes me thinking... if you're not searching/sensitive for a hint of sherliam (or not a mlm shipper), do you think sherliam confession from end of milverton - london bridge arc is a shock and out of nowhere? Because believe me, even as a shipper myself I can only believe sherliam progression when I read the manga. It's too abrupt in the anime for me.

Also what do you think/predict about ynm arc next? Do you think there could be enough mystery to satisfy early fans like them even though the crime arc is over?

I think if people don't want to read something anymore, they shouldn't. Human lifespans aren't long enough for a silly, edgy manga to be worth people's time if it's not for the fun of it, and frankly, I'm super tired of people complaining the series did something they didn't like in my Tumblr inbox anyway.

I can't really speak for what it's like for someone who isn't a shipper because...uh...well. But, I find that people who don't want or expect something to be gay or have queerness or whatever, are really, really, really good at ignoring very obvious signs of it happening. Which, in the YuuMori manga? Was pretty blatant pretty early on.

Sure, I didn't expect it to get as explicit as it did, but the series was pretty quick to hang off their relationship, and their relationship was pretty, "Special, excited, fond," from the get go. My inbox for the past two and a half years has been a fascinating dissection on "people have no reading comprehension and some people don't want to."

(Reading comprehension is a learned, trained skill, and not everyone is good at it and very few people start good at it--I am good at it, so I don't mind helping and analyzing, but sometimes I'm fascinated to see what the other side does--but it's nice when they come hang out here trying to learn)

I remember people complaining the culmination of The Final Problem was too fanservice, which is wild when you consider that was the resolution of the climax of the series--it was the major confrontation and turning point of the crux of the series. A thing like that simply can't just be fanservice. It's too vital to the structure of the narrative.

But that is also to say that people have been complaining it's "too gay" for literally years now.

I think YuuMori is also very good at twisting expectations on their head, which is great if you're into that (me). If you wanted something very specific, maybe it's less satisfying.

Also, are they upset that...the narrative arc...ended? Because that's what good narrative arcs do.

I can't speak for what the next arc does. I expect spy shenanigans myself.