#and when the fics are good? oh BABEY theyre good....

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well. i can't find my original fic rec list so here's a new (updated) one!

Daily Routines by The Garden of Unusual Delights (Shadowland) A number of people who feel depressed turn to comedy. Routines can also help. / As can having someone to care for. 4k words / oneshot / complete - TOP fucking tier. this rewired my neurons, shifted my view of Barnaby & his relationship with Wally, and also made me Deeply emotional

How to Greet New Neighbours by The Garden of Unusual Delights (Shadowland) He doesn't know what's happening, but he knows it isn't good. 8k words / oneshot / complete - STELLAR. an intriguing and engaging (and heartbreaking!) take on how Wally wound up sending material to the whrp

A Matter of Care by The Garden of Unusual Delights (Shadowland) When Julie is too sad to take proper care of her hair, Frank is happy to help out. 2.5k words / oneshot / complete - this person always gets characterizations Just Right, don't they? this a very sweet and tender moment between the besties <3

What to call it? What to call it? by Anonymous Wally tries to figure out what is different about the Neighborhood. But maybe there is no difference at all. 2.2k words / oneshot / complete - a fascinating exploration / behind the scenes interpretation of the secret 14 audios. the end always has me in my feels <3

Strings Of Fate by A_Cypress_Coffin Frank Frankly lived life by simply trudging along most days, but all of that changes when a new neighbor, quite literally, crashes into him. 27k / multichap / ongoing - a very fun interpretation of Franklydear and how the puppets perceive / experience / handle the true nature of their reality. i Cannot recommend it enough!

To Read a Clock by TurnedWorm Frank and Eddie try to teach Wally to read a clock. They get a bit more than they bargained for. 2.7k words / oneshot / complete - sweet and also Haunting! a stellar combination, and an interesting take on Wally's perspective. ngl it gave me chills!

my chest is bursting with abnormality by springtrap_wiki Wally realizes that something about him isn't as it should be. 1k words / oneshot / complete - a little peek into Wally realizing that he's different than his others neighbors. I like how this is handled - it hits home if im being honest!

Goin’ Out of My Head by 5_24 Picking someone up from the bus station seems like an easy task. But when adding Eddie Dear to that equation and the passenger just happens to be Frank Frankly, the results may vary... 5.4k / multichap / complete - genuinely funny, cute, and entertaining. the perfect read for a laugh!

Inside Jokes by The_PastelVoid In which the puppets are waiting for Sally and discover that Wally apparently has a contagious laugh when Barnaby tells what is called an "inside joke". 2k / oneshot / complete - pure fluff and laughs <3

Goodnight, Wally! by PastelDemon ... But what would happen if, one day, without any warning, Wally suddenly could sleep just like everyone else? 19.5k / oneshot / complete - very sweet with a sprinkling of angst, and an entertaining take on what a new-to-sleep Wally might be like

Welcome Home: Fantasy AU by ImaginatorOfThings What would happen if we took our lovable cast of puppets, and put them into a Fantasy alternate universe? 28k / series / complete - a VERY fun fantasy au with a fascinating twist. it made me tear up, it made me feel some dread, it made me smile! what more could we ask for <3

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creepypastas of your choice being new parents (reader can be included or not, or the reader can BE the kid. either works)

Eyeless Jack, Slenderman, and Jeff as dads/dad figures

getting silly with it. last request in the inbox, might write some other stuff later today for myself but idk we'll see, admins feeling a little sleepy RAAAAAAH no real mentions of reader i think, just the characters being dads but there might be vague mentions of partners so you can imply that is reader. shrugs. i tend to write these notes before actually writing the post this was originally going to have laughing jack but then i got bummed out when i realized that jack would not make a good solo parent simply because hes too chaotic accidentally swapped from saying "the kid" to "you" midway through writing this but im too tired to fix it so uhuh im making it everyone elses problem/j

SLENDERMAN:

by default i think slenderman can be an okay dad and im purely basing this on the fact that i grew up on the 2010s era of the fandom where quotev quizzes and fics for the fandom were peak. i think in the beginning he would be a little lost, especially if hes going to be raising the kid alone. i mean hes a solitary creature that rarely connects with others, he knows knowing about raising a human child. and thats assuming the kid is even human. if he has a kid with a human reader, are they more human or more... creature..? are they a hybrid? how much of slendermans genetics carry over? can he even have children since admin personally thinks he was made by zalgo like all other demons in this timeline? many questions. protective and strict dad, makes sure the kid does their work and chores, but makes sure he doesnt raise a pushover... definitely hostile towards anyone who harasses the kid, be it bullying or generally just being a douchebag. i think if hes the sole parent he raises them in the woods and teaches them things himself. doesnt bother with putting the child through schooling, theyre a child of the woods now babey!!/hj

look at it this way the kid is really self sufficient and can survive in the wilderness for an extended period of time and they know how to kick butt, assuming they also grow up with his proxies. yeah.. thats going to be interesting... would they see them as uncles or as sibling or family friends? its anyones guess. bonus father figures!!

EYELESS JACK:

also does not know what hes doing. i think i wrote somewhere that jack would put the baby in a carrier and walk around with them in the woods. maybe even showing them different animals and plants even if he knows that the kid cant understand him. definitely a case where hes going to need someone else to help him, be it his partner if theyre still around, or someone else... naturally its going to be harder to find someone to help him if his partner is out of the picture for one reason or another. main reason because that jack is... oh you know, literal man eating demon who sometimes goes into blind feeding frenzies if he gets hungry enough + he tries to put off feeding for as long as possible because it literally means taking a life and he still has his humanity in there. not going to say it out right but i think you guys can put two and two together and understand why jack is wary about having a small child hanging around his cabin. also he wants the kid to be able to grow up around other people. its unlikely, since the other person is likely going to be another creepypasta character because any normal person would rat him out... but he might also want the kid to have a 'normal' upbringing. lots of feelings here for him. kind of like a tired dad, between juggling the child and the things going on with him is really going to do a number on him. giggling at the idea of him trying to get slender to help him esp since i hc they have weird territorial beef going on

JEFF THE KILLER:

actually has a decent grasp of how to treat them but thats because he had liu/was an older brother. the dynamic is less father child and more so older brother younger sibling. probably lets you have a fair amount of free reign; he doesnt really strike me as a strict guardian. probably forgets to pick you up from soccer practice/j ....actually wait no i can kind of see him actually doing that on accident. tries to make it up to you by giving you treats because he does kind of feel bad for leaving you behind. you remind him a lot of his brother. im still torn on whether or not liu is still alive in my silly au but imagine hes not and he kind of. tries to raise you good and treat you well to make up for everything that happened. jeff with some level of mental clarity after the height of everything hits me in a weird sad way i can quite describe. like dont get me wrong hes still the knife wielding dude hes usually written as, but hes a little.. just a tiny bit mellowed out. just a tad.. side note i fully blame the idea of jeff being remorseful over murdering liu from a fic that had a chokehold on me in middle school so oooo... you probably know/interact with ben through jeff since theyre good friends. jumping into my personal hc/au jeff carries ben around in a phone since bens usually confined to electronics and they grew up together. obviously jeff outgrows ben because. you know ghosts dont grow up. so imagine you start becoming best friends with ben and ben is just. SPILLING so much old stuff on jeff, mostly dumb stuff jeff did and him being a jackass. idk i just think thats funny. its like when you suddenly get dad lore but instead of getting it from your dad you get it from dads ghost best friend

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dts s5 e9-10: THE FINAL POST

e9: -have not been looking forward to the christian horner episode i must say -GOD listening to everyone talk abt how dominant of a year this was for max knowing whats to come 🙃🙃🙃🙃 -this whole "well we didnt do it on purpose so its not cheating" is SO SILLY like imagine if i went to the irs like sowwy i didnt pay my taxes correctly i didnt know 🥺🥺 doesnt matter ur still getting fined lol -i have always felt that christian's whining here is Extra Obnoxious like he didnt spend YEARS going after every lil thing mercedes might've stepped wrong on. if there was a rumor that mercedes went even $100 over cost cap you KNOW he wouldn't shut up about it but when the tables turned he's such a victim -max is going to be deaf by 40 istg. insert huh cat meme that is him always. (affecionate) -"these people talk shit through the media but'll never say it to my face" have u considered its not bc theyre scared to say it to you but bc you're a rancid person they'd like to avoid interacting with. food for thought -"maybe you feel guilty, i dunno" binotto ate with that one i mean IF THE SHOE FITS -I THINK. as it was in 2020 w/ the pink mercedes. (and in 2007 with mclaren!) the penalty for the cost cap breach should've been a dock in constructors championship points. it wouldn't affect the final standings of 2021 (mercedes beat them anyway, there was a big gap to ferrari in 3rd). it would be a great way to set a strict precedent that would easily motivate teams to be very careful with the budget cap WITHOUT changing any results. FIA hire me -say what u like abt will buxton they will never make me hate you will buxton. the way he is with words explaining drama he is the caesar flickerman of f1 and if you cant appreciate it thats a you issue -showing the singapore grand prix and all i can think abt is iconic post race dando interview. yeah i'm sure the race was cool too i guess -I FUCKING FORGOT HE PULLED THE MENTAL HEALTH CARD bro is seriously like dont talk about the cheating we did think of our poor mental health 🥺🥺🥺 anyway i'm gonna go fire nyck devries midseason brb -WOMP WOMP -once again if the roles were reversed christian would be spearheading a campaign to get a mercedes title stripped be so fucking forreal -more max/gp fics. their dynamic is immaculate chefs kiss -god if lewis won this race it wouldve been so iconic. sad

e10: -ad22 top 10 daniel outfits ever. btw -um lando norris neurodivergent agenda the way he's talking about food here? something going on in that brain. when he ordered 13 spring rolls as a meal in that iconic nortrell stream? that is not a way a neurotypical person eats i swear on god -them asking charles how his season was then immediately cutting to the france crash is so mean. good narrative storytelling, but mean nonetheless -how cathartic it must be for nando to benefit from ferrari blunders lol -pre this season coming out, i remember hoping they'd have a proper focus on carlos' austria dnf. it did get a lil moment but it was, for me, the most shocking mechanical dnf of the season and i was looking forward to seeing more of the inner details of it all. oh well -cinematic parallels between merc & ferrari fighting for 2nd in 2022 AND 2023 -brazil must have some typa rule abt not having netflix there bc they always miss out on the most bangers of races. sad. i love u brazil 22 :') -"they told me i can do whatever i want. when i see carlos, put him in the wall" max i am. i am kissing u. on the mouth. mwah mwah mwah -i DO wish. the focused more on the charles v checo battle. that was simply more important. but i guess that didnt work well with the happy ending they gave checo in e7 so -"omtar might get the last laugh this time around" :)))))) for the last time babey hell yeah -FUCK hate how awkward this dando moment they chose to feature is. they're so much more than that. dts only watchers they're in love and doing the nasty on the reg i PROMISE -this daniel comp is so goofy silly now that hes coming back lmao. i do love him he is so important for the reach of f1 and drive to survive and he deserves all the love he gets -HI LOGAN SO EXCITED TO SEE MORE OF U IN THE NEW SEASON MWAH

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Fic Writer Questions! (you can find me here on AO3 if you're interested!)

tagged by dear @theburialofstrawberries mwah!

1) How many works do you have on AO3?

112 yowza!

2) What’s your total AO3 word count?

750,421 kinda tempted to go delete one word so it can be 750420 which is a far more Pleasing number

3) How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

12ish but some of them overlap: BBCS/Sherlock Holmes/ACD (these are all different bc my bbcs fics are not the same as my own modern fem Sherlock Holmes adaptation are not the same as my ACD Holmes fic; Good Omens; Harry Potter/The Werewolf Draco Malfoy Cinematic Universe; Captive Prince; The Hobbit; Fleabag (it was a crossover with BBCS but Fleabag is the perspective character so it still counts as a separate fandom imo); Doctor Who; The Office; Parks and Rec; Broad City (one a piece for those last 5 but I AM going to write a Parks and Rec polycule fic for @gaykagome)

4) What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

They're all Good Omens fics from the 2019 Summer of Good Omens! Susceptible to Summer, Fragments Shored Against My Ruin, Something So Magic, Enter Serpent, and Anything We Like

All of those have over 2k except the last one, but average engagement for me is like 400 kudos or so

5) Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I try! It depends on what's going on with me. Sometimes I just don't have the energy, and I figure people would rather I spend my brain power on writing new fics than on writing replies to comments. Wish I had a fave button tho so I could let people know I read and reread comments, because I do!

6) What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Oh I wrote this ficlet series called A Chemical Defect about John and Sherlock's relationship in s3 of BBCS, and it's WILDLY unpopular. People don't read my fic to cry sad tears I guess! John and Sherlock are having an affair in the story, and it ends with the implication that their relationship is unsustainable and that Mary knows about it anyway. I intended to come back to it after s4 and write a more optimistic ending but LOL! Didn't have the heart.

7) What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

I know this answer is kinda up my own ass, but like. I think stories that feel true to life sort of feel like they end on a beginning if you know what I mean? You don't really consider a chapter of your life closed until you look back on it from the next? SO that said, I think I'd have to say that it's my big BBCS serial The Only One in the World. I spent 2 years writing it, and it ends with John retiring from medicine to solve crimes and write books full time.

Could also be my WDMCU (werewolf Draco Malfoy cinematic universe) series Moonrise, which starts with Draco isolated in his abusive mother's house, trying to cope with lycanthropy essentially alone and ends with him in love and surrounded by found family in a cozy cottage in Hogsmeade, having gotten some lycanthrope rights legislation passed after working at it for years and talking to Harry about whether they want to have kids. Oh man I feel warm and fuzzy just thinking about it

8) Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

I have written one crossover. It's BBCS/Fleabag, because me and @loudest-subtext-in-tv were laughing about how John seems like one of the horrible guys Fleabag sleeps with basically out of self loathing, so I wrote this fic to make Nattie laugh, and you should read it bc it's so good and so underrated.

9) Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not really, but people don't seem to know that authors can read bookmark tags unless you private the bookmark, and someone once put in the bookmark tag on one of my fics 'writing was meh but it was okay.' Okay so why bookmark it then??

10) Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Fuck yes! I'm not sure what 'what kind?' means? People fucking? Sloppy, silly, and awkward, with lots of laughing. I also really like writing afterglow scenes which are even sillier and gigglier and often involve one character cooking for another. Food as love language is a very distinct pattern of mine tbh

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of, but occasionally I'll write a post on here where I make some elaborate head canon, and I'll see people in the tags talking about how they want to write fic of it, and it makes me breathe fire out of my nose like a dragon like PLEASE DON'T. The WDMCU came out of a ficlet post I made on here like a year before I actually wrote the 60k series so like!!! Please don't do that!

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! To Russian and I believe Chinese. Not my entire oeuvre but a handful of BBCS and Good Omens fics

13) Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, but I wrote a fic inspired by an RP I did with my gf right around when we met (actually now that I think about it, it's two fics), and I waaaaaaanna do a WDMCU collab with my beloved Sally @clytemenestras at some point if he has time bc he inspired me to even write werewolf draco with his original lesbian werewolf story

14) What’s your all time favorite ship?

favorites are hard for me? I always think I'm currently doing my best writing lol so I'll say drarry

15) What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I don't post fics unless theyre finished, so I don't have any WIP up on AO3, but I did intend to continue with my fem Sherlock Holmes series, Your Many Tendencies. I just haven't been in a Holmes mood for a long time. Maybe I'll come back to it idk. This particular series is honestly very unpopular? People will just straight up say they don't read femslash, and it hurts a lot. This series feels really personal too, bc it's about a Black autistic nonbinary lesbian, so it does hurt my feelings that no one seems to care, yknow? I mean the people who read it are extremely kind and thoughtful in their engagement with it, but it has vastly less engagement than my m/m fic, and that's painful. It gets literally 1/10 the attention my fics usually get.

16) What are your writing strengths?

Almost all of my writing is romance, but I tend to write concurrently about recovery and found family, and I think I'm very good at doing that in a way that connects with my audience. I once had someone ask if they could use my words in their wedding vows, and I've had people tell me they started doing things with their spouse that my characters do with their partners in order to express love. I think about that all the time. My Impact. It makes me feel like I have a real duty to my audience yknow?

17) What are your writing weaknesses?

This question is hard for me like I've been writing so long and so much that I'm literally always happy with my final draft! It's always exactly to my taste, yknow? I suppose I could say that my fics tend not to be terribly plotty but so WHAT? That's beside the fuckn point for me. Plot who? I don't know Her. Also honestly like. Stories feel more True to me when they aren't ruthlessly devoted to plot bc like life isn't like that yknow?

18) What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

If you're not fluent in that language, get a beta who is!!!!! That said, I have written scraps of very simple dialogue in French using mostly Google Translate (sometimes I check w Sally bc he speaks French but I am usually too impatient), and I am perfectly well aware that I take my life in my hands each time!!! Also don't do that bullshit thing where it's in italics? That shit is weird and exoticizing. Just write it in quotation marks like normal dialogue.

19) What was the first fandom you wrote for?

BBCS babey back in 2012. Ended a 5 year dry spell for me after I got my writing degree.

20) What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Hmmmm I think it's probably gonna be the fic I'm working on now that I haven't posted yet, but I know it's called Names for a House, and here's a tiny bit of it

Thanks again Shreya for asking me to do this bc I really love talking about myself. I tag @the-moon-loves-the-sea, @clytemenestras, @tomiano, @gaykagome and @totallysilvergirl

No pressure <3

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detonator (part 1)

MORE SHADOW PEOPLE AU STUFF OH GOD @mine-sara-sp has no idea what theyve set in motion

previous fics about doc’s shadow: how to kill a shadow / power surge

I KEEP TRYING TO WRITE SOMETHING BESIDES ANGST, I SWEAR. I SWEAR. PART 2 IS GONNA FINALLY PUT THE “COMFORT” IN “HURT/COMFORT”. i just....... had to split this up bc it was getting reALLY LONG compared to the others BMFGNBXDBGFD OH GOD (i have no idea when part 2′ll be done though orz)

this takes place, like, Directly after power surge and goes into detail more about shadoc’s powers, and also has keralis in it! AND GRIAN. I FINALLY WROTE GRIAN, GUYS (theyre only in here for a little bit though. f. it’s Doc Time, babey)

content warnings: more panic attacks (not as severe as last time), mentions of large-scale danger

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    He knows he’s in trouble. Sooner or later, the Architechs are going to put two and two together. Sooner or later, they’re going to realize that it wasn’t just an overclocked circuit or a damaged comparator that started the chain reaction that wiped out all of Sahara’s redstone in less than an hour. Sooner or later, the Architechs are going to find out it was him.

    Doc’s shadow found a corner of the New Village, as far away from any redstone as he could manage, and huddled up out of sight while he awaited for the inevitable moment where everything would go wrong.

    Thousands of blocks away, on the main island, Doc checked the chat messages with a frown. Something had happened at Sahara. It wasn’t too unusual, really; Sahara was famous for being buggy or broken or delayed, no matter how hard the redstone-inclined members of the Architechs tried to keep it operational. Still, Iskall had sent him a message asking him to come by and survey the damage. He’d promised to explain more as soon as Doc arrived, and hadn’t responded to Doc pressing him for more details.

    The entire situation was giving him bad vibes. Why would Iskall single him out? Sure, he was a capable redstoner and could certainly help debug if given a good enough reason to, but the phrasing Iskall used suggested far more than just needing a second opinion. Doc opened his elytra and rocketed up into the sky, then eased into a glide as the shopping district came into view.

    Oh.

    Even from the air, it was easy to see what the problem was. The building was badly damaged; part of it had outright collapsed, and Grian was in the middle of building a “do not cross” line out of yellow and black wool to cordon off the area. It didn’t do much to stop Doc as he flew over it and landed near Sahara’s entrance. “Wow, Grian, I never thought you’d stoop so low.”

    “I didn’t do it!” Grian sputtered. The notorious prankster spun around to glare at him; Doc responded with a deep chuckle, not in the least fazed by Grian’s anger. “I wasn’t even here! I had a day off and was in Hermitland when suddenly Iskall and Mumbo are messaging me and telling me Sahara blew up!” The teasing grin vanished from Doc’s face.

    “So… who did it, then? Was it sabotage?” He crossed his arms. “I thought you were a detective.”

    Grian shook his head. “Now’s not the time for that, Docson, I don’t even have my scarf. Here, you’d better talk to Iskall, he’s inside. Go on, shoo! I’m building a perimeter!”

    Doc obliged, and left Grian to his work. The thought of Grian’s shadow being behind Sahara’s destruction crossed his mind, if Grian himself wasn’t, but he waved it off; as much as the sadistic little bastard would no doubt find a lot of joy in destroying something his summoner had worked so hard on, Grian hadn’t summoned it in a while. Grian may not be the best at decisions all the time, but even he knew his shadow was too dangerous to let run free.

    Something grabbed him by the lapels of his lab coat and yanked him through the doorway. “Gah--!” Oh, great, it was Mumbo’s shadow. The mob, silent as always, looked at him with relief that switched to an angry glare as soon as it recognized him. “Mumbo! Make him let go of me!”

    “Murmur! Did you find him?” Mumbo’s voice called out, followed quickly by footsteps. The other two members of Architechs both skidded into the room, only for Mumbo to deflate. “Oh, it’s just Doc.”

    “Do you mind telling me what happened here?” If Sahara looked bad from the outside, it looked even worse on the inside. Anywhere there had been a redstone component looked like it had been hit with TNT; the sheer scope of the disaster was far more than one of Grian’s pranks gone wrong. “If you called me here to ask me to fix it, uh, I’m not sure where to start.”

    Iskall shook his head. “No, see, about that… We’re still questioning Grian’s alibi, but there was a malfunction in Sahara’s redstone. But that’s not why I called you here.” He shot Mumbo a pointed look. Doc noted that Iskall was favouring one of his shoulders; the side of his face was red and scratched up, like he’d been hit by shrapnel, and his suit was still faintly smoking at the hem. Mumbo himself looked rather disheveled, although not on the same level as Iskall; they must’ve been trying to fix the issue when the explosions happened.

    Mumbo avoided Iskall’s look. “There weren’t any customers in Sahara at the time, but...” He wrung his hands. “Your shadow was here.”

    Doc’s blood ran cold. His shadow? In Sahara? In maybe the most redstone-intensive build on the entire server? “Why?” Mumbo’s shadow had let go of him, but he couldn’t miss it shooting Mumbo a glare on the same level as the one he’d received. Doc shook his head. “Is-- Is it okay? Where is it now?” No response. This time, it was Iskall’s time to look guilty as Doc rounded on him. “Where is it?”

    “We don’t know,” Iskall admitted. “Murmur found him having a panic attack. We got him out of here, but after we turned our backs on him he was gone.” Murmur illustrated Iskall’s point by vanishing; Doc looked down to see the shadow mob doing a good job imitating the natural shadow he was casting thanks to the sunlight streaming in through the broken ceiling. “We thought you should know.”

    Doc exhaled hard. Great. Now his shadow was missing. As if things couldn’t get any worse. “Anything else?” he said after a long, uncomfortable silence. Murmur rose back up out of the floor and beckoned for Doc to follow it. Confused, he looked to Mumbo; Mumbo cleared his throat, then kept pace with his shadow as the other two trailed along behind them.

    What had once held Sahara’s high-tech redstone circuitry was now empty save for rubble and some remaining components. Doc passed by a bit of wool still burning and nearly tripped over a half-dismantled observer before the Architechs came to a stop at the center of the blast zone.

    “The thing is,” Mumbo said cautiously, “he was, uh… He was in here. Like Iskall said, he was having a panic attack before we got to him, and then suddenly everything started going wrong… Murmur was able to calm him down when all the explosions stopped, thankfully, but by then, well.” He gestured at the scenery. “I’ve already asked a few other hermits to be on the lookout for him while we get to rebuilding, but… Doc? Doc, hello? Are you listening?”

    Doc stared at the destruction around him with a blank thousand-yard stare. Mumbo’s words faded into background noise as gears started turning in his head. A memory surfaced, fished out by the Architechs’ accounts of the disaster: the first time he’d seen his shadow since he’d discovered he was sapient. The first time he’d begun to fully comprehend the damage he’d done. The first time he’d begun to comprehend the damage his shadow could do.

    [ Doc wasn’t allowed around his shadow anymore. He accepted that. He avoided places he knew his shadow might be, kept a respectful distance from the hermits looking after it at the time, withstood the glares and stares and distrust from his friends that couldn’t believe he could do such a thing.

Some of them understood the situation. None of them had expected the shadows to be intelligent; everyone had assumed the shadows were just another hostile mob, that their anger and evolved combat from being resummoned was just the mobs learning tactics, not a sign of something deeper. Doc hadn’t been the only one building deathtraps, either; this had all started because of Tango’s failed farm, although none of them had gone as far as he had.

    He’d killed his shadow, over and over, without reprieve. He’d found every limit, every weakness, every way to dispatch of a shadow as easily and efficiently as possible; he’d spent hours, maybe even days, building and testing traps. It was just the same as when the hermits had learned how to build iron farms, or guardian farms-- exchanging blueprints, testing mechanisms, getting wrapped up so tight in it that they forgot to take breaks, some of them even forgetting to eat or sleep until they were done. Doc had laughed at the first message saying a fellow hermit had been killed by phantoms, then fled underground once his own flock of physical nightmares started dive-bombing him.

    He couldn’t go to that corner of Area 77 anymore. He could, physically: it wasn’t blocked off, even though he’d considered the idea, and no doubt Keralis had taken a peek at it before. But even looking in the direction of where he’d spent so long building and designing and testing on a mob that he never gave a chance to run, to tell him to stop, dragged him down into a deep pit of self-hate he’d struggle to climb back out of.

One day, Doc had made up his mind that he was going to tear everything down, make sure they could never be used again. There was no point in having dark reminders laying around.

He hadn’t expected to find his own shadow standing there. ]

    “I need to go,” Doc said, slapping away the hand Mumbo had been waving in front of his face. “I’m sorry about your redstone; I’ll see if I can spare anything to help rebuild. It’s... it’s my fault.” Mumbo and Iskall exchanged startled looks. “Uh-- bye.”

    “Wait--” Mumbo went to grab him, but Doc fired a rocket and shot himself straight up, out through the hole in Sahara’s roof, and soared off into the distance, leaving the Architechs stunned and confused. There was more he should have said, more he should have explained, but there was no time. He told himself he’d tell the others later, after he’d worked all of this out. There was no point in causing more panic than there already was.

    He didn’t want it to be true. Every part of him was wishing that maybe the Architechs had made a mistake, had mistaken someone else’s shadow for his, but he knew it was futile. The way Murmur had grabbed him like it’d been expecting someone else that looked like him, the way Mumbo and Iskall had reacted to his arrival-- there was no other picture that could be painted from that. Like it or not, his shadow was involved. The pieces kept lining up.

    Would his shadow be at Area 77 again? He doubted it. Doc made the trip anyway; if nothing else, it was a good starting point. There were a lot of places on the server where a shadow could hide. Even with hermits scouring the server from top to bottom, it could be forever until they finally found him. Xisuma could help, maybe, but the shadows were mobs rather than players; teleports or pin-pointing coordinates didn’t really work when there were several shadows roaming the server at any given time.

    He’d just have to trust his instincts.

[     His shadow stood still. For a moment, Doc couldn’t really believe it was really there; there was no explanation in his head for why his shadow would be back here, and it hadn’t tripped any of the proximity alarms. But, unmistakably, it was his shadow: a perfect copy of him, solid black, surrounded by glittering yellow particles that drifted about like motes of dust in a shaft of sunlight.

    It wasn’t really a perfect copy, though. Its hair was messier, its lab coat in worse shape; the few times he’d glimpsed it before now, it had a permanently terrified expression on its face, and he’d heard the other hermits talk about it in quiet tones, like they were afraid of scaring it. The shadows were a reflection of their summoners, in one way or another. Doc didn’t want to think about what side of him his shadow was supposed to be.

    The two stood there, silent. Doc waited for his shadow to do something, anything, to give him a reason or an explanation. He couldn’t even begin to imagine what was going through his shadow’s head right now. It wasn’t even crying, this time. It just… stood there.

“What are you doing here?”

His shadow’s reaction was instant. It flinched like he’d struck it and turned around to face him with the deer-in-headlights expression he was now familiar with; it would never stop being uncanny seeing those emotions on his own face. “Doc--!”

“What are you doing here?” he repeated. “It’s not safe. You know that,” he added in a strict tone.

    “I-- I was--” His shadow fumbled for words, tears already starting to sting at the corner of its eyes. Worried, Doc took a step forward. His shadow reacted by stumbling away. “I’m not doing anything wrong! Please!”

    “I’m not going to hurt you.” He needed to get it out of here. “How did you get here? Who let you in?” Was it Scar? No, there was no way Scar would allow Doc’s shadow to even come near Area 77, especially if Doc himself was on the premises. Neither would any other hermit. “Unless-- did you let yourself in?”

    His shadow backed up further and raised its arms over its head. “Don’t-- don’t-- don’t come any closer! Please! Don’t hurt me!”

    “I’m not going to hurt you!” Doc barked. His shadow flinched at the anger in his tone, and he immediately regretted it. He took another step, then another, arms out to try and placate the terrified mob in front of him. “Listen, it’s not safe here. Let’s go.”

    His shadow shook its head and kept backing away. Doc’s eyes widened in horror as it drew close to one of the contraptions; there was a worrying noise, like a high-pitched whine, coming from the redstone around them and under their feet. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see one of the above-ground repeaters from a nearby mechanism start to spark. His shadow didn’t react, instead drawing in on itself and shutting its eyes as if he’d go away if it just didn’t look at him. The mantra started up, words repeating, a single phrase Doc had wished he’d never hear again, the same phrase he’d heard from the inside of the trap: I don’t want to die.

    It smelled like something was burning. Lines of redstone blazed white-hot, as if in response to his shadow’s rising panic; Doc froze, unable to do anything but watch as his shadow sank down to its knees and the noise got louder.

    With a crack like a gunshot, the repeater exploded in a shower of sparks. The overcharged signal raced along through the circuitry; as Doc watched in horror, the chain reaction spread, contraptions misfiring and malfunctioning before breaking down. One of the more intensive machines blasted apart, leaving a deep crater and a shockwave that Doc could feel in his bones as the ground shook.

    In the center of it all, oblivious to the destruction around it, was his shadow. ]

    Doc stood in the same spot as in his memory, staring blankly at the wreckage he’d never bothered to patch up. It wasn’t the redstone that had malfunctioned. Not here, and not at Sahara. The Architechs seemed to think it was an accident, and it was-- just not the type of accident they were thinking of.

    His shadow was a living redstone EMP.

    The stories lined up: his shadow had been around complex redstone, had panicked, and suddenly it had all been destroyed. It was like his shadow was trying to protect itself: redstone was a threat, so it had evolved to break it. It raised a lot of questions, many of which Doc would’ve loved to get the answers to, but there was no way to investigate it with it being safe for both himself and his shadow.

    What was he going to do with this information? Doc had no idea. His shadow, as much as it pained him to think, was dangerous. What would happen if it panicked again? It’d been lucky that no one had been in Sahara… but, no, the Architechs had been there. Iskall had gotten badly injured, even if he had been downplaying it. What would happen if it panicked at Mumbo’s base, or somewhere where there were a lot of hermits? Sure, death was never permanent, but the omen of a potential disaster weighed heavy on his shoulders.

    Doc tore himself away from the sight. His shadow wasn’t here. Surely, after Sahara, it must have had the same realization he was having now. He doubted it would be on the main island, or near Hermitland-- too much redstone, too many people. That left his options rather vague. He’d just have to fly around and see if he could catch a glimpse of his shadow… or, potentially, any more craters.

    It wasn’t long before his search took him to the New Village. Doc glided over it a few times, admiring the large skeleton Bdubbs had constructed, before a voice rang out from below. “HEY! This is a no-fly zone!”

    Oh, right. “Hi, Keralis,” Doc deadpanned as he dropped out of the sky to land near the gates. The wide-eyed man crossed his arms and tried to look mad; Doc cut him off before Keralis could get a word in. “Have you seen my shadow around here?”

    “Your shadow? Hmm…” Keralis tilted his head back. “It depends~”

    “I’m not fueling your RUN addiction, Keralis.”

    “What?! No! Why would I ever be using my diamonds for that?” Keralis gave him an offended look. Doc didn’t budge. After far too long a standoff, Keralis sighed and relented. “Okay, okay. I saw Shadoc run in and hide in the blacksmith’s. I don’t think he wants to see you, though!”

    Doc raised his eyebrows. “Shadoc..?”

    “You know, like Shadow Doc! He’s your shadow!” He’d forgotten that Keralis was a serial nicknamer. Doc couldn’t fault him, in this instance; he’d never had a name to address his shadow by, and if it had a name it preferred it hadn’t told anyone. Naming your shadow was still unusual, but Joekills-- er, Killjoy-- had started a trend. “Are you sure you’re not going to pay me…?”

    Doc sighed, felt around in his inventory, and threw a diamond over Keralis’s head. The other hermit gave him an unimpressed look. “...Welp, gotta go. Bye.”

    It took him a bit to find where the blacksmith’s was. Even then, Doc passed by it several times before finally spotting yellow particles. His shadow-- Shadoc-- had its head on its knees; the flickering light from a nearby blast furnace cast dancing shadows that the mob blended into save for the glowing lines on its arm. Doc lingered, hesitant. Keralis was right: there was no way his shadow would want to see him. No doubt it was terrified that he was going to kill it, or imprison it again, or worse.

    Doc knocked on the wall. Shadoc jolted upright and looked around; Doc held his breath and stepped out into view as those glowing yellow eyes settled on him. There it was: that deer-in-headlights expression as Shadoc locked up. Doc held up his hands and looked away, unable to meet his shadow’s gaze.

    “We…” His voice cracked, making him sound far too much like the shadow in front of him. He tried it again, forced out the words, unsure of when he would get another chance. “We need to talk.”

[faunusrights]

OFFAL HUNT REMASTERED LIVEBLOG // CHAPTER 22

IN THIS EPISODE OF SURPRISINGLY TENDER TENDERNESS:

It had her soul by a hook, a barbed arrow digging into her flesh, gouging her bloody the more she tried to escape it.

JUST KIDDING

okay i’m just gonna HOP RIGHT IN if u dont mind me cause we in it now and i DON’T have time to catch you all up go read the fic!!!!!!!!!!!! DONT ASK ME SHIT

A direct line suited her better. From up here, with only the rain between her and the sky, the path ahead was so clear. The tether was a straight line.

a gaydar so refined it comes with its own overlay. sweet.

the planet below her resisted, no matter how she insisted

even when she persisted? 

She pushed, and the force released like a broken dam, propelling her body away from the unyielding world beneath it—she leapt, high into the air, and it was like flying. With huge bursts of Aura, she cushioned her falls and leapt again, from rooftop to rooftop, making a straight line across the city.

can u imagine yr in umbraroot having a grand old time minding yr own business and then u see Very Famous Tenured Professor of Beacon Academy, Glynda Goodwitch, pinging herself across the sky? nobody would believe u. do u think it’d b on the news.

The rain fell hard. It was pitch dark. Glynda had the phantom of a scent: like the last breath of a campfire before it died, like a kinder version of the acrid stench of Grimm, Cinder’s trail was clear as day to her. She was getting close; she could sense it, like blood on the wind.

ISNT THIS NOSTALGIC,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, wow. its like glynda’s abt to ruin vale’s infrastructure all over again,

If Cinder was in a fight, this rain would muzzle her. Glynda remembered it vividly: how frustration tainted Cinder’s face in Forever Fall, how her fire sputtered and died. Even Cinder would lose her edge here, in this cold downpour. If she was in trouble—if she—

remember when glynda realised this for the first time and was like ‘hoho’ only now its made a thousand times worse because u have a crush emotions r hell and yr in the soup now!!!!!!!!!!! YR IN THE SOUP NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

She almost ran right past Cinder—might have missed her entirely, if not for the painful yank at her own soul.

did cinder just hit the ground like a wet grape

“Don’t touch me!” Cinder’s voice was raw. She snarled the words out like a cornered animal and lashed out with one arm, hitting Glynda’s hand away. The other arm was limp, still tucked to her chest.

BE GENTLE WITH KITTY,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, lure her ass out w/ some shrimp on a string,

She shook like a frightened fawn under Glynda’s touch, ratchet tense and wholly spent of strength.

i cannot even describe how many of these scenes i am seeing so vividly in my head and my GOD do i wish i were better at sequential art cause i want to draw them ALL........................ I WANNA DRAW OUT THIS WHOLE THING!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

god i cant like. TALK ABT THIS SCENE WITHOUT COPY-PASTING THE ENTIRE THING BUT AAAAAAAAAA god. GOD. i just. phew. PHEW. its REAL TENDER. GLYNDA PICKING CINDER UP LIKE A LIL GRAPE AND wait diesel is this the thing you drew art of. diesel. diesel look at me is this that art--

Her fingers bunched in Glynda’s shirt. They were drenched and cold and Glynda hurt so much inside for her—whatever had happened to Cinder this night had destroyed her, that much was clear.

/sips drink see if i were an asshole id say hoohoo the karma but as i am not i say only this: babey 😔

If they recognized her name, they were determined to act normally when arranging the room she asked for.

“hey didn’t we just see her ping across the city a couple of hours ago--” “greg don’t even ask”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Cinder mumbled. “Leave me.”

“I won’t.”

ough,,,, directly in the kokoro i see

The shower was a collaborative effort; Glynda inspected for injuries while Cinder sat in the tub, warm water pelting down on them both.

other slowburns when they share a shower: hoohoo,,,,,,,, the tension,,,,,,,,, the s k i n offal hunt: what if you got in the shower with yr ex-enemy,,,,,,,,,, to inspect her wounds,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, and you were both girls 😳

Glynda gently roused her own, pressing a tender flow of it through her palms, offering it to Cinder.

Cinder’s Aura was hollow and hungry. Her soul lapped up everything it was offered. Cinder leaned back slightly, like that would help the boost go through faster; or maybe like all she wanted was a kind touch. She didn’t look back. Slowly, the various cuts and scrapes that littered her body erased themselves.

i am loving this mirroring which you probably already guessed but im like wriggling in my chair abt it all,,,,,,,,,,,,,, THIS GAY SHIT. FUCK YEA. FUCK YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEA

She turned off the shower and stepped out, gathering up the biggest towels she had found, bundling Cinder up in one and fluffing her hair again. This time the white towel came away clean. Cinder peered out owlishly, her face a far healthier color despite the purple bruising that remained around her eyes, telling plainly of her weariness.

OKAY straight up that description is so cute i physically clapped a hand to my mouth and went ‘AWUGH’ because BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! B A B Y

There was a gulf between them in the hotel bed.

It wasn’t at all like their nights at Cinder’s house. This was closed off. Distant. A thousand questions and answers hung unspoken in the air, heavy like the rain clouds themselves. The two of them were warm and dry, but not much else. There was little comfort to speak of.

see the real slowburn experience is having progress and losing that shit again. we take one step forwards and two back. u get the HIGH and then u get the real low but rn i hope cinders round face smiles once again. nobody who looks that baby like should ever b so sad and thats a fact 😔

Cinder, in her sleep, started crying again. It came and went in disconnected pieces, until she finally cried herself awake, startling out of her dreams.

i sent this crying cat in response to the update announcement but i never knew how real it was until now

again there’s a whole ass section where i cant pick one bit cause its ALL good but GOD this fucking. whole silent conversation theyre having. OUGH. THE SOULMATES.

When Cinder didn’t answer the question, Glynda held one arm out, lifting the blankets between them. “Cinder.”

Glynda didn’t know which surprised her more: that she had offered, or that Cinder accepted.

OH???????????

She settled quietly, face pressed into Glynda’s collarbone, her breath flitting warm over scar-marked skin. Glynda’s arm, curled around her back, weighed her down. Cinder did not hold on to her in return. She was folded up around herself, fitting into the space Glynda had made for her, taking to warmth and shelter like an abandoned child.

OH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ;w; 

also whuh-oh:

The fear was eating her alive, and bit by bit, her skin seemed to unravel, every layer of her body sloughing off into just meat, rent through by that light—it felt like teeth, like destruction, like being twisted apart in some giant’s hands like an insect having its wings pulled out. It held fury like she had never felt. She quailed before it, and it bared its teeth, black tar and grave-rot spilling from between yellowed fangs.

Glynda tried to close her eyes, to look away, to run away, but it seized her like a bear trap sinking its jagged teeth into the wrong prey, snapping a much more fragile deer bone with ease. It sieved her being out from between her ribs, drinking only the cacophony of her soul, lapping up every part of her inheritance—all the while she was fighting, struggling helplessly in its grasp, her mind mere shatterings of bright-red pain, with only slivers of meat and fragments of bone remaining of her body—torn apart by lances of sunlight, burning like fire, a dawn that came with the sound of a scream.

firstly: 👈😎👈

secondly: do i gotta say how i love how visceral this fic is? i say it like in every liveblog. BUT IM SAYING IT AGAIN FOR GOOD MEASURE. IM SAYING IT AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It was coming. It would destroy her. With ease, with relish, it would tear her still beating heart from her chest and discard it, offal from the slaughter—and then it would dig deeper still, to draw out of her that very engine that kept her moving.

is this the closest we’ve gotten to an almost title namedrop?

Glynda stared through the darkness, seeing nothing, but knowing without a doubt that her gaze pointed north like a compass.

HRM............................................. I N 👈 T E R 😎 E S T I 👈 N G

THATS CHAPTER 22 BABEY. it was VERY good. i mean rip cinder’s whole ass but i do love her. i love this evil baby. i also love glynda picking her up with all the effort of picking up a bag of crisps,

[ruffolive]

92 TRUTHS TAG

RULES: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 92 truths about you. at the end choose 25 people to be tagged (IM NOT GONNA DO THAT BUT TYSM)

tagged by @fawnofyou​ !!

LAST:

drink: instant coffee cause i dont have a coffemaker but i need it to live

phone call: oh jeez!! my friend Amy we were talking about homework

text message: lol also Amy cause she was stressed out

song you listened to: Spoonman by Soundgarden cause im doing a report 

time you cried: last night I cried over @lesbianwario​ ‘s taz fic but uhh a few days before that I got emotional about, well, taz

HAVE YOU EVER:

dated someone twice: fuck no and i would never

been cheated on: better not have been!!! dont think so

kissed someone and regretted it: yeah more than twice

lost someone special: yeah who hasn’t honestly

been depressed: since 10th grade babey!!!!!!

been drunk and thrown up: no ive never actually been Drunk drunk lmao

IN THE PAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

made a new friend: YES ive got LOTS of new friends on here (and YES i talk to them sshh theyre real) as well as new ones from college! 

fallen out of love: yeah i uh [astrology voice] aquarius in venus. but real talk yeah i have. i dont know why and i dont like it

met someone who changed you: probably! couldn’t pin it down I don’t think

laughed until you cried: all the time! I laugh a lot & hard

found out who your true friends are: haven’t had to. 

found out someone was talking about you: im terrified of that! lol

GENERAL:

how many people on tumblr do you know in real life?: uhh lemme think. 8 or 9 people honestly

do you have any pets?: I have a dog at home, she’s an old lady, her name is Pixie!

do you want to change your name?: I used to want to very badly. Now I think I’m doing alright with Olivia. 

what time did you wake up this morning: hhghhgh 6 AM

what were you doing last night: played UNO online and was working on my report lol....not studying

name something you cannot wait for: IMPROV CLUB TONIGHT!! also living with no roommates someday!

have you ever talked to a person named tom?: mdfhgjkjhs; what is this question?? probably??? 

what’s getting on your nerves right now: i have so much to do but yknow ya girls not gonna do all of it. ill do some of it tho i promise

blood type: A+ to no one’s surprised

nickname: Ollie

relationship status: single and hhh i dont really want a serious relationship for a while but i DO love intimacy :/ and id love a fwb hjdsgfjkjgjkhdkljkhjg

zodiac sign: cap sun, pisces moon, cap rising

pronouns: she/her but they/them is cool too

favorite show: right now it’s The Good Place, I don’t watch much TV

college: yeah, I’m an English Major!

hair color: dark brown

do you have a crush on someone: god. its so dumb. internet crushes are a mistake i cant get anything out of it even if they did like me back

what do you like about yourself: I get along with people really easily and I’m friendly!

FIRSTS:

first surgery: never!

first piercing: lobes i guess?? theyre closed though

first sport you joined: I did five-pitch first but i did soccer for FOREVER i love soccer

first vacation: when I was like 2 my parents went to Italy with me I don’t really know why or how

first pair of sneakers: HOW WOULD I KNOW THIS i do remember in middle school i had ed hardy sneakers

RIGHT NOW:

eating: nothing but thats boutta change, i might make some eggs

drinking: i uhh should get some water

i’m about to: ugh i dont know. clean my room and do dishes and stuff

listening to: ......critrole......

want kids: no. i dont want that kind of responsibility 

get married: i really dont want to 

career: oooh i want to be a writer for video games. like a good one. but who knows

WHICH IS BETTER:

lips or eyes: eyes...but lips r good too

hugs or kisses: HUGS. kisses r super nice but i want to hug constantly

shorter or taller: TALL IS GOOD....but short is good too.....dshjgjh

troublemaker or hesitant: oh troublemaker. hesitant is easier to befriend/etc. but troublemaker uhhh cool

older or younger: hm older based on my last like 3 crushes god

romantic or spontaneous: i guess spontaneous, romantic gestures are sweet but make me uncomfortable

sensitive or loud: GOD I DUNNO why not both....

hookup or relationship : hookup......

HAVE YOU EVER:

kissed a stranger: nope. someday

drank hard liquor: mmm yep

lost contacts/glasses: not for a LONG time im constantly wearing em

sex on first date: i..............have.................but they were fwb does that....count...

broken someone’s heart: I have. There wasn’t anything else I could do though

been arrested: nope

turned someone down: hhggjhjgghjgjh yeah im really bad at it. there were times i should have turned people down and didnt

fallen for a friend: oh lots, im an idiot

DO YOU BELIEVE:

in yourself: i don’t know right now! 

miracles: sure

love at first sight: other people, yeah?

TAGGING: 

@unhiptube3 @lesbianwario @fanggots @transtoddbrotzman @palomabae-th and anyone else that wants to!

[zexal3]

do all of thhem. all of them

i was just going to answer this with Apollo. really sternly but im gonna actually do it because if i didnt thatd be pussying out

1. Favorite series? - the only ones ive finished in full are dm and gx and i dont think theyre really Comparable in the way that dm takes itself a LOT more seriously than gx does and theyre both good in different ways and different reasons but for also a lot of similar reasons blah blah blah But i didnt grieve for dm when i finished it the way i did when i finished gx. so theres that

2. Favorite character? this took so much fucking soul searching and i cant choose 1 from all of yugioh overall but atem yugi & marik are tied for dm manjoume for gx yuusei for 5ds astral for zexal havent seen arc v and yusaku for vrains

3. Favorite scene? when atem and yugi hold hands in s5 and throw the first brick at stonewall

4. Favorite duel? ATEM VS YAMI MARIK BABEY

5. Favorite YGO blog? i dont have a favorite but id die for all my ygo mutuals

6. Favorite Duel Monster? id kill everyone in this room and then myself for red eyes black dragon if it was an earthbound god type situation and i would have to tribute like literal souls to summon rebd id do it

7. How many of the series have you seen? ive finished dm and gx im currently committed to watching 5ds and ive watched a little bit of zexal and a decent amount of vrains

9. (the post skips 8 MOOD?) Opinion on TAS? no offense to the ppl who do like it but i Really Dont Like It

10. Do you play the TCG? i don’t play irl ygo but ive played duel links for like 170 consecutive days

11. How long have you been into YGO? like half a year oh my god i cant believe its been so long

12. What got you into the fandom? streaming dm with my friends and then i liked it so much i started watching it on my own time

13. Do you ship? Yes.

14. If so, what’s your favorite pairing? atem and yugi invented gayness in 2001 w

15. Favorite YGO fanfiction? its been a long time since i read any but any fic where its an atem stays au. any one

16. Favorite piece of fanart? i DONT know the source so i cant post it but the pic of atem and yugi i have as my phone lockscreen

17. What merchandise do you own, if any? i have a bunch of yugioh cards theyre so pretty....i have the atem structure deck and its my prized possession

18. Do you prefer the dub or the original? ORIGINAL i really dont like the dub like objectively but the dub is really funny

19. Favorite OP/ED? YUGIOH GX JP OPENING SEASON 1 VER 1 AND YUGIOH GX JP ED SEASON 3

20. Did you watch YGO as a kid? i watched 1 episode of yugioh gx on 4kids and liked it but also i had NO idea what was going on

21. Favorite protagonist? this is the biggest fucking trick question in the world bc theyre all so extremely fantastic and they make me cry out of love. i cant pick one

22. Why do you like YGO? i LOOOOOOOOOOOVE the characters and also its really fun to watch

23. Do you prefer the manga or anime? anime all the way for me

24. Favorite duel disk design? original!

25. Headcanons you have? *i lean in really close to the mic* theyre all gay

[faunusrights]

OFFAL HUNT REMASTER LIVEBLOG // CHAPTER 9

oh goody!

well this is it. the Date Chapter. the chapter, in which, the Date happens. lowkey im so fucking hype for this stupid goddamn chapter AAAAAAAAAAAA this is when the sexy got kicked up about seven notches and i know its gonna be a fucking twenty from here on out so LETS GO LESBIANS LETS GO

“Is this your date, Ms. Fall?” he asked.

Cinder didn’t look away from Glynda. “Mhm.”

STRAIGHT OUT OF THE GODDAMN GATE WE DIDN’T EVEN HAVE A SECOND TO EVEN GATHER OURSELVES JUST STRAIGHT UP HUH!!!!!!!!! ‘is this your date’ im legally dead

What the fuck.

already im fucking THRIVING im so glad this chapter’s mood got encapsulated within the first ten seconds and im definitely gonna have to re-read this chapter for the full unannotated experience OOOOOOOOOH MY GOD IM SO READY

Glynda’s thoughts ricocheted inside her head like coins left in a dryer. A part of her couldn’t understand what was happening and disengaged. The rest of her, grasping for purchase in all this, reasoned that going with Cinder was better than staying here confused, alone, and utterly displaced.

glynda ‘i aint ever had a gf before’ goodwitch at her PEAK right here. like GOD shes gone from ‘cinder’s trying to murder me’ to ‘cinder just plopped me right into a date’ like CINDER. CINDER YR CHANGING GEARS SO FAST. YOU DIDNT EVEN SEND FLOWERS OR ANYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

is it because shes a u-haul lesbian or

Higher, Glynda realized the dress itself was backless, revealing the black tattoo she’d seen so often before, perfectly centered between sharp shoulder blades.

this gay energy is BONKERS, quite frankly??????? where did cinder get her dress from? why does she have it? did she buy it just for this fuckery? or will she pull the ‘i just had a this lil number laying around’ line????????? does she wanna seduce glynda to death?????? was this PLANNED OR DID SHE JUST DECIDE SHE WANTED A DATE AND WTH LIFE REALLY IS SHORT ON REMNANT THESE DAYS?????????? cinder fall please explain your workings to the class

maybe Glynda wasn’t the only one who’d become adept at reading her opponent.

👏 when 👏 will 👏 they 👏 kiss 👏 already 👏👏👏👏

me: this is a slowburn also me: if u assholes dont give me this in the next ten seconds-

“Unarmed? As if you could be so helpless.”

cinder’s style of flirting is just. commentating on a person’s deadliness. that’s IT it’s the only TRICK SHE HAS and its working, is the thing,

im reading the description of the table and remembering the shitpost and oh my god i have to draw this???? hell IS real!!!!!! COULDNT YALL JUST TOSS EM IN A PLAIN BOX,

Cinder eyed her from her bastion of dark cushions,

cinder, ass-deep in cushions: this is peak cuddle territory come and join me

Cinder, for her part, seemed delighted Glynda had noticed. Touching the pendant more gently than Glynda might have ever thought her capable of, Cinder said,  “Yours? You didn’t seem to mind parting with it.”

im still deeply enjoying this powermove the novelty NEVER wears off (and at risk of light spoilers i do enjoy its place in this story 👀)

Cinder let the necklace drop, settling against the swell of her bust once more,

/lightly coughs 👀👀👀

im losing my MIND at how gay this bit is i physically cannot HANDLE IT and if they even describe the meal once im gonna pop off cause i am. SO HUNGRY RN. AAAAAAAAAAAA

Cinder indicated a dish of lamb and vegetables, served on a bed of rice and drizzled in some sort of sauce.

SRY THIS ISNT GAY BUT OH MY GOD IM SO HUNGRY I WANNA E A T I T THAT SOUNDS SO GOOD UGHGHGHGHGHGH WHY DID THIS CHAPTER HAVE TO BE TODAY OF ALL THE DAYS,

Glynda cleared her throat, working out: “The Grimm.”

like. GOD WE KNOW GLYNDA IS JUST SO FUNCTIONALLY BAD AT CONVERSATION BUT OF ALL THE THINGS glynda please just. just. stop thinking abt her sexy tattoos for a fifth of a second,

“You can control them.” A sedate blink. For all the world, Glynda might have just commented on the weather.

which is a faux pas for a date!!!!!!!!!!! at least tell her the DRESS IS SEXY WE ALL KNO WHATS WHAT YR THINKIN ABT

Glancing down as though it were being pointed out to her for the first time, Cinder shrugged and adjusted the end of the glove a little higher on her bicep. “And?” 

a quick aside im enjoying how like... visually expressive cinder is in this remaster! i can see her facial expressions and her motions really clearly in my mind’s eye which is a fun little boon if only because i have to redraw this nonsense hjsgdfjhfksgd but cinder’s got a Good Face this time around! A QUALITY FACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You should know by now, there’s something about you that’s simply irresistible to Grimm.”

HERE COMES THE PLOT (and a single surviving line so far... this one sentence has survived all the world could throw at it... we stan)

Cinder straightened, and Glynda saw that this was what she’d been waiting for.

“It isn’t every day the great Glynda Goodwitch kneels before her adversary, is it?”

HELLO??????????????????????????? WHATS THIS WORDING????????? honestly tho for a second i thought she meant like. quite literally and i thought id missed some PROPER SHIT RIGHT THERE BUT YEAH WTH!!!!!!! C I N D E R

“You cheated. You can’t beat me on your own.”

yes glynda we gathered that yr a top

“Really, Glynda? Poison?” she sneered, something like offense simmering in her expression. “After all this?”

looks at the camera

anyway,

god im literally losing grasp of words to say because theres such a charged mood in this scene............. theyre brushing fingers............ trading jabs.......... im slurpin it up babey!!!!!!!! this rly is the BEST remaster of this whole scene it DESERVES this wordcount!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“Beat you,” Cinder corrected. “And call it a point of pride.”

yes cinder we gathered yr a brat,

this dynamic is why this fic is so fuckign good when will winter have a swift return to add even more fuckery to this wild ride

Then, with a heavy-lidded look, Cinder found Glynda’s hand between them, the touch so sudden and daring that Glynda flinched. The fabric of those gloves was smooth against Glynda’s flesh, and for all that cruelty had marked every other instance of contact between them, Cinder was surprisingly gentle.

whomp there go my nuts

WHAT IS THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHO MADE THE EXECUTIVE CHOICE TO ADD THIS LINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HELLO???????????? im losing my BRAINCELLS

What she wasn’t ready for was for Cinder to guide her hand to her own throat and hold it there.

THERE IS IT THERE’S THE KINK IT’S BEEN SPOTTED

oh my GOD what even IS THIS WHO ADDED THIS SECTION WHO ALLOWED THIS TO COME TO P A S S WHAT THE FUCK EVEN IS RN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HELLO????????? HEWWO??????????

Now… Now Cinder interested her.

tbh how can i liveblog this? what commentary can i POSSIBLY add that we arent already all THINKING. we just launched into a level of hell so deep that lucifers gonna have to pull some goddamn tricks to follow us down here!!!!!!!!!! WHAT IS THIS SCENE! THIS MOMENT! IM SCREAMING

Glynda mirrored the expression back at him, and finally, he coughed, not making strong eye contact with either of them. He set their plate before them and hurried out without so much as a check-in.

i just KNEW that was gonna happen JHGDSFGJHKSDF he was gonna walk in on SMTHNG but i didnt think itd be CINDER’S CHOKING KINK,

okay i took a break and ate my weight in roast chicken and we’re back babey

Almost nervously, her fingers carded through her own dark hair, and there, among the locks, Glynda spotted a glimpse of something white, structured and ridged.

AND I AM INSTANTLY KNOCKED BACK UPON MY ASS 👈W👈H😨A👈T👈

It was easier to ignore the rest of it—whatever it was.

glynda you are a fool and a moron im withering into DUST

On no level had she expected those to be Glynda’s words.

then what... did she expect... well probably -- and rightly so -- ‘bitch WHAT ARE THOSE’ TBH

wait sorry i have to jump back because i forgot customary fingerguns on the most brazen bit of Shit yet:

Cinder was occupying herself with something else: the head of a dragon, perched over the door and staring down at the two of them with red, glossy eyes.

👈👈👈😎👈👈👈

okay BACK TO THE FIC

Fangs snapped together around the word.

aka back to me horni

/chanting TEETH! TEETH! TE

okay but the reason i doubled back to catch that fingergun is because we’re getting ass-deep into plot now!!!!!!!!!!! WITCHES AND DRAGONS BABEY......... HERE’S WHAT OFFAL HUNT IS ALL ABT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i cant rly drop more fingerguns than that because any astute reader will start realising the dots im shouting abt and honestly half the fun of this fic is the ride so >:3c

“Funny. I was sure he would have told you.”

that blow was so low i think cinder hit the concrete with that one

oh god theyre gonna get to the bit and i-

“Is that what all of this has been about? You called me here to remind me that I'm autistic?”

/SCREAMS

The words were delivered firmly, calmly, but Cinder’s response was the opposite, sudden upheaval seizing her. Her expression opened in something akin to panic. “Wh—no? What? No! That's not what I—”

/SCREAMS

oh my GOD CINDER YOU HAVE FUCKED UP LEGENDARILY!!!!!!!!!! OH MY GOD SHE WAS FELL ASS-FIRST ONTO A LANDMINE OH MY GOD

offal hunt v1 cinder: im totally in control and im playing glynda every step of the way

offal hunt v2 cinder: OH JESUS OH FUCK OH NO THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT-

Cinder seemed genuinely stressed now, speaking quicker as though trying to bury the last sixty seconds.

i knew this remaster would have sections that would blow me away but this bit really took the fcuking cake DGHSJFSJHFDG holy SHIT this is AMAZING

It was difficult to tell in the low light, but if Glynda wasn't mistaken, there was a bright flush of embarrassment coloring Cinder’s cheeks.

this is SUCH prime content hey remember in one of the early liveblogs that cinder would descend into full dork? WELL THE DESCENT CAME EARLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! /pops bottles

“Cinder.” There was a very real line of threat in Glynda’s tone. “Don’t.”

oh this whole scene just keeps getting better i am LOVING this dynamic now!!!!!!! before it was all pretty one-sided so having the conversation rock back and forth is 👌👌👌

That Witch soul of yours—it was designed to void out everything but the prey before you. To be numb to all human emotion. To focus on the hunt and nothing else.

finally the fruit of 50% of my fingerguns COMES TO LIGHT!!!!!!!!!!! PLOT PLOT PLOT

“This is bullshit.” Jabbing an accusing finger at Cinder, Glynda said, “You’re a liar. You’re a criminal!”

i LOVE glyndas pottymouth in this its such a good like... change from her being strict and formal and teachery and now shes full on gremlin huntress hell YES BABY!!!!!!!!!! GO OFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“There’s all kinds of things I bet he never told you.” Cinder continued. “Did you know he was close to your predecessor? The Witch who came before you—they were inseparable.”

SRY IM LIKE STRUGGLIN TO COMMENTATE because so much of this like. speaking as an Old-Ass Reader this is like. a LOT! A LOT HAS CHANGED and yet,,,, stayed the same,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, yall kids WILL NEVER KNOW WHAT IT WAS LIKE TO HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL CHAPTER LIKE................ 15 FOR THIS SHIT (but like. chapter 15 was different because this chapter used to be like chapter 7? so now everythings moved along so chapter 15 doesnt sound that impressive but trust me it was a different fic back then)

When they fell away, burnt and ruined, she could see Cinder’s bare arms for the first time. The red lines drawn across her skin sloped down the entire length of her arms, circling her elbows, carved into her wrists. They ended right at her hands, ensuring any long-sleeved garment would hide them. Every covered inch of her was filled like a canvas, like abstract art.

lets pause the fight scene for glynda to be gay!!!!! god im. okay look i said this earlier but im so glad we have more cinder like this tbh. the first version was rly lacking w/ cinder content until late-game when the plot sorta. got itself going? but now we’re eye-deep in this content i LOVE cinder i love this WEIRDO who is a HUGE LOSER and IDIOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IM LOVE HER SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And Glynda could not dispel the fear that she had been telling the truth.

and after committing Some Amount In Damages, we’re at the end of the chapter!

okay so i really enjoyed this version SO MUCH MORE. everything abt it was polished and worked together so much better and it really needed the space to breathe in its own chapter. its been horny, gay, intense, hilarious, and way more in one chapter and its SO good this really is PEAK offal hunt!!!!!!!!!!!! good job diesel and kc but im still going to murder you both,