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sharedink · 5 months

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RODNEY THE RELIABLE ┊how are toons created?

Nothing will ever make sense here I'm sorry - a small info dump for in-universe things in my au!! :)

Long text post under the cut!

posts that are labeled as 'RODNEY THE RELIABLE' will include posts depicting Rodney as well as written by him. This is all just silly toon lore for the universe Shared Ink is in!

[RODNEY] Lets see...something something 1908.....something Fantasmagorie...Professor Knox Knoch - this is all BORING stuff. Where's the action?! The drama?! Can we talk about the fallout instead? No?! You don't pay me enough for this. You don't pay me at all.

[RODNEY] Fine. I'll read your dumb lore.

[RODNEY] In the near past of 1908 an artist named Émile Cohl created what film historians believe to be the first animated film named Fantasmagorie. Blah Blah Blah - all toons know this.

[RODNEY] Well forget about him because it was actually an art professor named Knox Knoch that is coined the father of toons - was that his actual name. What? Why.

[RODNEY] Anyway, since you're reading this I assume you know about DIP. The turpentine-acetone-deadly-stuff? In case you don't know: it kills toons. What the professor made is the opposite, it's got all sorts of paint hardeners in it! Allegedly.

[RODNEY] Legally it's named Animink.

[RODNEY] You know....animated...ink...ahah....yeah. Well, good old professor Knoch wanted to test his new pen, and being inspired by Fantasmagorie he decided to draw that weird little stick character. Supposedly, the ink dried incredibly fast and pointy hands pulled itself out of the paper like some horror movie.

[RODNEY] The original formula for Animink is kept under wraps by this old company named Inkwell inc. but OF COURSE that didn't stop people from creating their own homemade life givers - we're talking about humans here.

[RODNEY] Eventually, it became illegal to just pop out toons without official licensing somewhere around the 50's - maybe 40's? Geez, why didn't I study more in Toon history before taking this role. I do know the law was one of the first involving toons, as they started to become recognized as an entity that was alive. People still do it anyway because. They're people??? No idea.

[RODNEY] Now-a-days, it's law to have a team of at least 4 Animink specialist when creating a toon, though there is usually only one artist drawing the toon. It was found that an artists intent while drawing a toon has large control over how a toon acts. If there were multiple drawing the same toon with different intent the toon would become blank out of confusion.

[RODNEY] When it was decided that Mickey Mouse would be brought to life, the intent that Ub Iwerks had while drawing him brought out the personality that Mickey Mouse has.

[RODNEY] After the character is drawn and the pen has stayed off the paper for an extended period of time, the ink hardens. The toon won't immediately get off the page - give them some time man! Being granted consciousness is weird and frankly scary. Not a cool time.

[RODNEY] So that's it! That's how toons are created - happy now?

[RODNEY] No? You're not happy with that?! But I read the thing -- there's more? Right. Right of course, the whole section under this one. Of course. Yeah....that might be important...ugh.

[RODNEY] To recap before we get into more stuff, toons are largely created through the method of using Animink. It's now a very lengthy procedure and requires at least 4 Animink Specialist to be present. There are other ways but they're either not recognized by the government or are not used as much. Blah blah blah.

[RODNEY] Here's the tricky part - you get separated into two categories upon creation. At least you should, if you're created legally it'll be on your Creation Sheet.

[RODNEY] These two slots are medically known as ORIGINAL INK VAT DEPENDANT (OIVD) and ORIGINAL INK VAT INDEPENDANT (OIVI) - these basically tell you if you can repair yourself with other ink besides your original ink or not.

[RODNEY] Toons are tested for one of the two upon 'waking up' (coming off the page) by an INK COMPATIBILITY TEST, which involves a small drop of their ink being taken while its still wet and dropped in with positive-OIVI ink to see if it will mix or slide off.

[RODNEY] Lets see....lets see....what's a good example....oh! The Warner siblings - perfect! We'll be talking about those guys more so lets introduce them now.

[RODNEY] The Warner siblings are OIVD, not very ideal if you like living without holes in your body. A lot of toons created in the 30's and 40's are the same way because a specific brand of ink was used to create them that was discontinued after it was found out it couldn't meld with other ink, or pure Animink.

[RODNEY] If the Warner siblings sustain damage to their ink they can't just ask for a donation from other toons, it has to come from their original source. This is particularly sucky because the Warner siblings were created before the Ink Preservation Act (IPA) that became law in the 60's requiring studios to keep large ink vats of toons original ink in case of emergencies.

[RODNEY] The Warner siblings have a small reserve...somewhere. Part of the IPA is that ink vat location is kept secret so I can't disclose that. I don't want to go to jail. Not again.

[RODNEY] Toons with OIVI are in way less dramatic situations - they can use: other OIVI toon's ink, pure Animink, and in rare cases even regular ink to repair themselves.

[RODNEY] Ahem. Let's see...what else. Ah yes - most toons do not have parents. Well, at least a parent that is another toon. These are called ENTERTAINMENT BOUND TOONS (EBT), made by studios and used to preform in your Sunday morning cartoons.

[RODNEY] However, there has been a serge of non-EBT being created during the past decade. These are toons that typically have a parent/guardian that is another toon. They are still drawn by ink but they are created to be free as a child with rarely any copyright attached - really living the life. These little guys are called OFF-SPRUNG TOONS (OST), and they are usually drawn with some of their parent(s) ink mixed with their own.

[RODNEY] Speaking of which - toons don't have to have a partner to create a child. You know, since all toons are created via drawing. Most with partners combine characteristics of themselves to create what is essentially a fan-child.

[RODNEY] Finally the light at the end of the tunnel. Take me.

[RODNEY] That's all folks!

This was just some silly lore that I wanted to write out -- I think about this universe all the time and I was so curious about how toons could be created that my mind wandered and here we are!

I really hope you enjoyed <3 heres Yakko and Oliver - I feel that Yakko would be very happy to answer all questions that Oliver has. He gets to teach again and Oliver is amazed by everything!!

#animaniacs #older warners #sharedinkau #toon oc #animaniacs au #Long text #INFO DUMP!!!!!

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freshstartfromscratch · 2 years

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The Great British Bake-Off AU!

Yes, this is happening. So a little while ago, I got inspired by this shitpost:

The OG question was sent to @kiatheinsomniac and then bounced to @asscrackcreed from whom I shamelessly have stolen this idea. So shoutout to them I guess.

It was the sign that I needed to write headcanons for the Great British Bake-Off AU. Ngl, I do have a soft spot for this show. It kept me sane when I had to spend a month bedridden during my illness.

Anyway, On your marks? Get, set, bake!:

Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad

Originally from Syria, he moved to the UK with his parents as a child. Altaïr learned to bake in the home economics class and took a liking to it. He lives in Leicester with his wife Maria and two sons, Darim and Sef. When he's not baking, he's a book illustrator and stay-at-home dad.

While baking, he likes to use earth-flavored spices like nutmeg, vanilla, cinnamon, cardamom, sumac, and mace. He enjoys using orange and lemon zest in his baking too.

Altaïr's strongest side is the technical challenge, and his weakest side is pastry construction. He can make beautiful patterns to decorate his bakes but can't do creative structures. It'll always end up as sth like a square.

He is one of the calmest bakers on the show. Everything is perfectly planned and tried out multiple times before the challenge. Altaïr doesn't go into a panic mood while under pressure, or at least he doesn't show it.

His signature recipe is cinnamon walnut cake.

Ezio Auditore

Ezio learned how to bake from his mom, and cooking together was their bonding activity when he still lived in Italy. He's a banker living in Edinburgh. When he's not baking he participates in all free-to-air cooking game shows.

Unsurprisingly Ezio is a master in the cream department (nothing sexual about this sentence.) He likes using cream, mascarpone, meringue, and egg whites. White, fluffy, and puffy!

Ezio likes deep and slightly bitter additions to his cakes, like coffee or chocolate. He always balances them out with the perfect amount of sugar. It's not too sweet, but you can still taste the deep flavors.

His signature bake is ricotta cheesecake with coffee. He does have more Italian classics in his repertoire, like Torta della Nonna and Torta Paradiso.

He's a very emotional contestant who would cry if something goes wrong (because it's NOT just a cake!) He's very harsh on himself and tends to exaggerate his mistakes. His baking has to be perfect. Otherwise, he'll be dissatisfied with it. He's loud and a show-off in front of the cameras, so the public loves him, and the producers love him.

Connor Kenway

Connor, though born in the USA, currently lives in London. He works as a home health nurse in Camden (I picked Camden because it's where the Kennway Mansion is ) for a man named Achilles. He bakes to relax after work, and his numerous friends are big fans of his goods.

Due to his job, Connor is good at all the physics and chemistry related to baking. He knows how to structure his bakes and what temperature of the chocolate is the best for the best glossy effect. Things like this.

He's the super competitive baker. He's in the show to win and won't accept anything less than the finale three. His determination is sometimes scary as if he wanted to murder someone who killed his family.

Connor's signature bake is something typically American with a twist. It is a recipe connected to his roots, but a look into the future too. I'd say it's pistachio, pecans, and pumpkin NY-Style cheesecake.

Connor likes to mix tradition with modern ideas but still keeps them quite conservative. There's a fine line between a modern twist and a baking blasphemy to him, and he tries to balance it out.

Edward Kenway

He is a single dad of two, living and working in Swansea as a shipwright. He's an ex-sailor who used to work in the British West Indies. Edward started to bake eight years ago as a pastime with his now teenage daughter Jeniffer after her mother died. When he's not baking he likes to sail with his children and friends.

His specialty is in the West Indies bakes. Brown sugar and rum are his favorite ingredients, and his signature bake is a burnt sugar essence sponge cake. He likes to use juicy fruits like pineapple or mango in his cakes too.

Edward is the contestant who should add one tablespoon of rum according to the recipe but pours half of the bottle instead.

He's the chaotic baker. His section in the cooking tent always looks like something exploded there.

He's the "I don't want to be the first baker to leave the tent" kind of contestant. He didn't sign up because he believes he's the best, but: "If I'm not the last, that's a victory to me" kind of guy.

Arno Dorian

Arno is from Paris but works and lives in London's most posh Royal Borough - Kensington and Chelsea. He's an actor and a ballet dancer. Arno is an artist and a perfectionist. He likes to express himself, and baking is yet another way to do it.

Arno is an expert on anything related to fruits. Jam, marmalade, or addition of fruits to cream or decoration. He likes to use flowers too.

His strong side is the visual aspect of his bakes. He can make the most creative, baked constructions, but they often lack stability. He can make a flying plane cake that looks real, but it'll fall apart way too soon.

Lavender and blueberry meringue cake is the staple recipe of this baker. However, his mother's recipe apfelstrudel is to die for, and it saved him from elimination.

He is a bit dramatic and a natural performer, but he's not as dramatic as Ezio. He still is dramatic.

Jacob Frye

He is the youngest baker in the tent. Jacob learned how to bake from his grandma in Crawley. Jacob lives in Whitechapel with his partner and a newborn son Emmett (Canon Jacob had to be a young parent if Lydia was born in 1893 when Jacob was 46. Emmett's name comes from the list of known British Assassins used by the Templar Isabelle Ardant and a fanbase theory that he's Jacob's son.) He works with at-risk youth in a Youth Centre as a Mentor/caretaker and is a football (soccer) coach of their team, "The Rooks."

He's the one who adds controversial ingredients like beetroots to his sponges to make them moister. He can come across as pretentious, but he's just an unconventional baker.

Jacob is the kind of contestant who everyone thinks is going to be eliminated, but he manages to get by and wins the "star of the episode" title in the next episode. You never can tell how he's going to perform in the show.

His signature bake would be something random that nobody expects, like Medovnik cake.

He's the "started baking, had a breakdown, bon appétit!" kind of contestant.

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high-dragon-bait · 2 years

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I hope this ain't odd, but until I followed you I always considered Pregnancy to be a squick of mine, but after I followed you and saw your posts I decided to do more research into it and to be honest, it's not such a looming issue anymore.

The core of this is thank you for sharing your thoughts on such and I'm sure if you ever finish your FenHawke fic it'll be a pleasure to read <3

It's not odd!! I'm glad!! Pregnancy is one of those things where I get how and why it can squick people. It's intense! There are factors of it that could be considered gross! I do think a lot of that does come from it being treated as somewhat taboo. Pregnancy is something that is inevitably tied to sex and genitals, and that is something that western society anyway likes to sweep under the rug.

That's not a judgement on you though! Like I said, even with that I do get how some people just wouldn't like it. It's still a lot. As fascinating as I find it I get how it could be too much for some people. Even when a pregnancy goes well it's hard on the pregnant person's body and birth is a bloody ordeal even if it is a healthy birth in which the parent and the baby make it through healthy and fine

(I remember the other day I was at dinner with a friend and somehow the topic of birth came up, and she revealed she didn't know what a placenta was. So I explained to her what a placenta was, what it does, and how it's "born" and she looked at me and said "It's really impressive to me that you can explain all this while eating rare steak")

I'm glad my posts inspired you to do your own research and learn more! One of my favorite YouTube channels is MamaDoctorJones, an OBGYN who does videos on sex education, vaginal health, and pregnancy. Her education is trans inclusive and pro-choice, and also she's just a very cool lady overall.

All that being said, I want to make something very clear: The birth in my FenHawke fic goes wrong. I've said that before but I just want that to be crystal-clear. I will doing everything I can to not make it unnecessarily graphic, but, please note that the birth scene will be meant to be intense, frightening, with the life of my Hawke and her baby in clear danger. The birth is important to my story and does need to be there, and it doesn't start scary, it builds up until people are going "Oh shit this is BAD" and everything does turn out fine. I just do not want someone to go in unprepared

Obviously, the fic will have warnings on it as well. It's three parts long, and the birth begins as the last third of the second part, gets dire at the very end of the second part, and then takes up the bulk and/or first half of the third part. At least in my planning right now, that could very easily change. There will be warnings on each part including the first part even though no part of it appears, I want people to know what they're getting into from the get-go.

I do hope that doesn't discourage you! But I don't want anyone to read something that might upset them. Everything turns out well in the end, and there will be a very cute FenHawke baby and FenHawke family moments as payoff for it.

#my writing #didn't mean to ramble this long lmao #pregnancy #pregnancy cw

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darlin-anon · 2 years

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You’re so cute puppy. But if you never thought you’d say that I need to help you out more. Us don’t shake your wet fur on me!

Baby, I am big and mean and scary. Not cute, in my wolf form, at least. Human me is pretty damn fine.

And, I only meant that I'm not one to ask for help. I normally just try to do things myself. But, this is something I can't do, so I have to ask people for help. The pack usually does it together, but a few of us are pretty sick, so we're doing it solo this year. Ash, David, Milo, and Miguel are going around and helping those who don't have mates or roommates to brush them. It's been pretty chaotic, according to Milo.

Honey. Sweetheart. Babe. Love of my life. That's like telling cats not to scratch on couches. You can try, you can warn them of the consequences, but they're just going to do it anyway. Plus, that is the only way to get my undercoat dry. Your towel might help, but my fur is so thick that it'll only get the first layer of my fur dry, and then I'll be wet and uncomfy the whole day. Just, wear a bathing suit. Then, I'll have something nice to look at while you brush my fur, assuming you don't get shampoo in my eye. And that shit don't come tear-free, lemme tell you.

#my darling leto ❤️❤️#darlin speaks

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atomic-thomas · 2 months

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(Fake ASMR Commission) Tomboy Giantess Flirts With You

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"Oooh, who's that down there? They look pretty cute. Hopefully they won't mind if I give them a bird's eye view~"

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"Yoink! Heh heh~"

"Woah. Chill, little one. You're acting like I'm gonna bite your head off or something. I mean... I'll admit. You do look like a snack. Don't take that literally though. I may be... You know... Huge. But I'm not a monster. Not in a moral sense at least."

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"See, that's the thing. Ever since monster people integrated into human society, everyone has been frustratingly cautious around giants specifically. Dragon-kin? That's fine. Slimes? No problem. Fairies? Oh, everyone loves fairies."

"But for some reason, giants are feared way too much. Even by other monster folk. Why do so many people assume that Big = Scary? It's like everyone forgot that giants are abiding by human laws. We're not gonna do anything bad."

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"Ugh... Sorry. We just met & I'm already venting my problems to you like we've known each other for a decade. I should introduce myself before saying another word."

"My name is Colossa. And I'm a giantess who lives near the city."

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"What's so funny? Is it my name?"

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"Well yeah. We giants always get names befitting our massive size. I'm surprised we're able to keep finding ways to twist big adjectives into names."

"So anyway... What brings a cutie like you out here all by yourself?"

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"Just a nature walk, huh? Well, if you're trying to appreciate the scenery then how about I put you on my head? Then you can see the world from my point of view."

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"Oh come on! Don't be that way. Step out of your comfort zone. Live a little. Just hold onto my hair if you're afraid of falling off. Nothing bad is gonna happen."

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"Nuh Uh! I insist. You're going on top of my head. Just relax. It'll be fun."

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"Oh My God, you don't need to scream. Haha~ You're not in any danger. Just look at this view! I see the world like this all the time."

"Just hold on tight if you're really that afraid of falling. And even if you do, I'll provide you with a very soft landing. I assure you."

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"That means whatever you want it to mean. Use your imagination."

"Anyway... This is awesome, right? I can hear you laughing up there. And just a moment ago, you were screaming."

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"A fearful laugh. Yeah right. Just admit that you're enjoying this."

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"See? I told you this would be fun. I bet there's plenty of humans out there who wish that a giant would do this for them. The dynamic of our drastically different sizes allows for a world of unique possibilities & fun ways for us to interact with each other."

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"Oh, you wanna stay up there? That's fine by me."

"Wait a just a damn moment... I just thought of a great idea. How about I go for a walk while you stay on my head? You can pretend like I'm a giant mech that you're controlling. And we can just kinda... Talk about stuff, you know?"

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"Yeah, that's what I thought. No one would turn down an opportunity like this. Enjoy the ride. And the view of course."

*giant footstep sounds start & go on for... a while. I'll let you know when I want it to stop. lol*

"So... Where are you from?"

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"The city. Oooh, so we live close. That's convenient. I work in the city. Multiple jobs at that."

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"Well, for starters... I'm an attraction at the amusement park."

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"Yes, you heard that correctly. I am one of the attractions. There's a couple things I do. The first goes as follows."

"An attendant ties a bungee cord to one of my fingers. And then they tie that bungee cord to a human."

"After that, they climb onto the palm of my hand, I lift them up &..."

"I use them as a yo-yo!"

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"Hahahaha! I'm kidding. If I really did that, then the human would be at risk of splatting into my hand on the rebound &... Well, we can't have that."

"What actually happens is the human simply jumping off my hand & letting the bungee cord do the rest."

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"What if it breaks. What do you think? We have equipment to prevent accidents. Ever since I started this gig, there's never been an incident."

"The second thing I do at the amusement park is act as a swing ride. There's a couple ways I can do this."

"I can either attach a human to each of my fingers using bungee cords & swing them around that way. Or if there's less people, I can just clench them in my fists. Not too tightly of course. It's perfectly safe. Never had an issue."

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"There are probably other things I could do at the amusement park if I wanted to, but I wanna talk about my other job. I'm a construction worker."

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"Unsurprising, right? A giant working for construction. It makes all the sense in the world."

"Naturally, I do stuff like building, helping my co-workers with scaffolding & heavy lifting."

"But above all else... I LOVE when I'm put on demolition duty. It's so invigorating! Nothing beats the privilege of getting to break something! Tear it apart! It's great when I've had a bad day & just need to take out my anger on something."

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"Oh relax. It's not like I have violent tendencies or anything. We all have our emotions. Still though... I suppose it's reasonable to feel uncomfortable in the presence of an angry giant even if they mean no harm. We're just so... Big. We gotta be careful around the smaller folk."

"Speaking of being careful... There's this one co-worker I know in particular. She's a Drider. And lemme tell ya... Driders really hate giant shoes. Must be a deep-rooted fear that bug folk have."

"One time, I didn't notice her below me & almost stepped on her. I felt terrible knowing what could've happened. It took her a few days to warm up to me again. Can't say I blame her. That must've been really scary for her."

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"Yeah, being a giant isn't always as cool as it seems. There's some perks, sure. It's fun to tower over everything & be super strong. But I have to be so careful. Walking around in the city is a tricky endeavor."

"There's cars, people, infrastructure... One wrong move & something bad will probably happen. I gotta take it seriously. Can't just throw my weight around."

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"You know you should never ask a girl's weight, right? Hehe~ Don't worry. It's fine. I understand your curiosity."

"I'm 150 feet tall & weigh over a thousand tons. So uh... Yeah. I carry a lot of responsibility within this body of mine."

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"That's a great question. I'm not sure how I don't stress the streets' weight limit. Hmmm... You know what? Let's not think too much about that."

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"Why'd I pick you up. Well..."

*giant footstep sounds stop now*

"God, why can't I find the words for this? It isn't that complicated. Um... Hold on. I'm gonna take you off my head now. I want you in my hands for this."

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"You're really cute &... You know... Good looks usually get a person through the front door &..."

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"Sigh... I wanna get to know you. I don't know why that was so hard for me to say. It's just... I work with humans all the time, but I've always wanted to establish a personal connection with one. I'm not saying we need to start a relationship if you don't want to. I feel that would come off too strongly. We just met. But I at least wanna go out on a date with you. Maybe we can be friends. Something more if you want."

"Ugh... I sound like such a bumbling mess right now. I wanna state my desires, but don't wanna overwhelm you. And I don't even really know if I'm looking for romance or just a friendship."

"I'm sorry. This is all probably frying your brain, isn't it?"

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"You... You get it. Really? You understood all of that?"

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"You'll go on a date with me. For real? Seriously?"

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"That's so awesome! I could jump for joy right now!"

"Buuuuut I won't. I'd cause some pretty bad tremors if I did that. Don't wanna set off an earthquake because I got too excited."

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"Yeah, let's discuss date ideas. I can think of a few ways in which a human & giant can mingle. We just need something fun that we can both agree on."

"I'm really looking forward to learning more about you, little one."

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THE END

#Fake ASMR

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rabbitindisguise · 10 months

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The wisdom tooth surgery is turning into a whole Thing because I feel like no one really gets it or if they do they're not talking about it

Like I think, even people who deal with death every day, don't really get the harrowing experience of near-death experiences. So when someone says "oh you could die" it's not an abstract decimal point. For me it's a visceral sense of urgency and a dull roar of fight or flight responses. It's hard to focus on anything or calm myself down or think rationally because I've almost died at least three times. And by this point I get how fragile human life is and how much effort it takes to be responsible about it. But I feel like people aren't even taking even minimal cursory precautions, which is unhinged because they're doctors.

"it's not worth stressing about," they say, and I feel my feet slipping underwater while I'm clinging to a plastic fence, realizing I'm running out of air. How many kids die at a public pool anyways? "It's probably not going to happen," they say, and I feel the floor slipping under my feet after I'm dragged into the air. How many parents really kill their own kids anyways? "Just because you know someone who went through it doesn't mean it's going to happen to you," they say, while I clench my teeth and remember how it felt when a pool toy rope got wrapped around my throat underwater as I went down. What's so dangerous about swimming in the shallow end of a pool? Another half inch. Another minute. A bad reflex reaction. That's the only thing that it would have taken to die. You can drown in two tablespoons of water. And a glass. And a pond. And a tsunami. And the shallow end of a pool, something you can touch and feel without dying a hundred thousand times and survive, except the one time it really matters.

People will see other people die, and think "okay but I'll do it better. I'll survive." Or "I'll be better at helping them." But surviving is luck. No matter how much you try, how careful you are, how minimal your risks, you can't control it. Death goes after me not the other way around.

And yeah this is what PTSD is like, but it's not anxiety and I'm sick of people acting like it is. Like no when I freak out because I almost got hit by a car isn't not because I'm worried what might happen, I'm worried that what I know will happen is going to happen right now. I'm not afraid of death, I'm afraid of the shitty preceding moments and how scary they are. Death is probably oblivion, or something else. It's inevitable. It's fine.

Knowing you might be dying is hellish. It sucks. Everything is too bright and loud and everything is too much and too slow. It's never fast enough.

Trauma sucks because it's super isolating, I wish someone could just be like "ugh you're right they're being really cavalier about this." And "even if everything goes well it could have gone wrong and you're right to worry." And "this isn't something to take lightly."

People say "routine" and I just hear "carelessness" and "overconfidence." And I think that's fair. I don't think they're going to try and kill me or even that it's likely to happen. But I do think if they do, it'll be slow and painful if they're not aware of the risks. I don't want to die a preventable death. I want my body to be donated to science, not my obituary turned into a case study. Based on my experiences with doctors so far, they're not the kind of people I want in charge of my bodily safety.

And that's not even going into the uncalculated risks. What does being trans mean for this? Having EDS? MCAS? Being AFAB? Is there going to be a person in that room that hates me for being alive? No one can answer that. Everything is always so damn specific. I'm always learning new things and finding new problems leading up to the surgery. Being a good patient isn't necessarily going to keep me alive. Almost death makes every risky situation look like a building about to crumble, and the way it looks never seems to go back to the way it was before everything that happened again.

#personal #abuse #mental illness

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c4tn1p-ars3nic · 1 year

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tell me about vaelox and fabbri pls pls pls !!!

This got a bittt long!! So first paragraph then the rest under the cut!

They're as close to adopted siblings as you can get, troll-wise. Vaelox prefers to say that it "pities Fabbri enough to let him stay", but it didn't call them "Junior" a bit for nothing! And it's been like, what, half a sweep?? If Vaelox didn't like them, it could've reported him or killed him by now.

Depending on the iteration, Fabbri doesn't have a lusus because he's a limeblood. He generally doesn't have anywhere to stay, so he hops from place to place "borrowing" things. He's taught himself self-reliance and ways to defuse situations.

So you've got this particularly small, 4 sweep-old thief in the home of a 6 sweep purpleblood who knows that its going to start killing trolls for a job. Or hobby or whatever, purplebloods are particularly unique and I haven't quite gotten there yet. Scary!

But Vaelox is just very tired all the time. It hasn't been able to sleep well for a while and it doesn't do well with crowds and loud noises. It has a smaller hobby of carving wooden figures, so it prefers to be left alone and is annoyed to find someone in its home. Fabbri, in his infinite 8 year-old wisdom of situation deescalating, offers to do chores in exchange for sleeping on the floor or at least staying alive. Vae is just kind of like whatever, it'll deal with them later in the morning. And then doesn't.

So Fabbri hangs around in the relatively safe area, hiding his blood color and just calling himself an oliveblood. He and Vaelox both happen to share an interest in wolves and cats, so he is slightly less annoying. Vaelox still thinks that he asks too many questions for his own good.

So, with Vae's hobby of woodcarving, its hive is full of a LOT of sharp tools that's bad to be around if you were a troll who happened to wish to hide his blood color. The inevitable happens and Vae realizes that it can't just send Fabbri off when he's old enough or whatever, and decides to make his residency permanent. It'll figure out a way to explain that, somehow. Right now it settles with "pity".

In this arrangement, Vaelox takes a number of measures to try to protect Fabbri. While it may not have liked his presence as a stranger before, he's a friend now, and your friends have got to be protected. Vae forbids Fabbri to chat online until he's 6 sweeps old, but he has the tendency to use Vaelox's accounts anyway. As long as he doesn't do anything to get himself killed, it's fine. When he gets accounts, he's only allowed to type in either grey or purple. Vae prefers he types in purple, because it believes that typing in grey can make others suspicious of you. In the early days, Vae gives Fabbri some of its clothes to wear. It has since gotten thing with the purple equivalent of his sign. It's insistent that he calls himself Capripio, and insists that others heard him wrong if he ever refers to himself as anything else. Vae helps him put on makeup when they go out.

When it comes to Fabbri helping Vaelox with its sleeping habits, there's just something about him. A light of its life, if you may. He's relatively stable on the outside, but it's not clear why he's able to decrease the chances of experiencing nightmares. They don't seem aware of it either. Vae chalks it up to him being too cute in a puppy way to make it want to kill anyone.

#arsenic.cab #arsenic.cmd #sodalite mews #there's also this headcanon about limes having white hair! in that instance fabbri does have white hair but he does't necessarily have #access to ways of cleaning his hair so it's dark! vaelox helps him dye it when they start living together.#this leans a bit on the incoherent side i think but it was fun to write out!! i didn't have much besides 'they live together because vaelox #feels like its responsible for keeping fabbri safe'#i'd have to learn a bit more about how purplebloods work like. religionwise etc to get a better grasp on vae but until then!!#vaelox lazruz #fabbri naadis #arsenic.wmdb

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honey-tea-and-cookies · 2 years

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Placements That Are Lowkey Red Flags 👀

Hi everyone! Some of my other posts are sickeningly sweet, and while I love making those, I've decided we need a change. Y'all deserve to be put in your fuckin place lmao. Anyway, enjoy my bullying <3

Please note: PLEASE DON'T READ IF YOU'RE EASILY HURT! THIS IS MEANT TO BE FUNNY! Also, this is just my opinion, and as always, there are never any bad placements. I'm a stranger on the internet, what I think about your placement literally could not matter less. Another reminder that (as I said before) there are no bad placements, and it's all about how you use them :)

- I've gone on about this before, so I won't rant too much, but Libra Sun men. They got the Mansplain and Manipulate, but none of the Malewife 😔💔. They are no good. Not a fan!!! Something I didn't talk about in my last post is the way they kinda gaslight?? I can't provide any examples you just gotta believe me. Underdeveloped Libra Sun men are just such people pleasers that they'll totally change themselves to fit you, and you end up becoming friends and trying to build a connection with someone who isn't real. Very ingenuine, can't stand up for what they believe in because what they believe in is so flimsy, can't have a real relationship. Sorry guys <3

- Scorpio Moon. Now, I definitely have met nice Scorpio Moons, I'm even friends with some!! (Only one, but you know). They are just so black and white?? You know exactly where you stand. Which is great!! Except for when they don't like you. It doesn't even take a whole lot to piss them off! Sometimes they're just off and decide they don't like you. And they get mean. Then when they feel better, expect you to be fine?? No sir, you just ruthlessly insulted me in front of everyone. Why would be be besties again, immediately?? Sort your shit out please and thank you🙏

- Taurus Sun/Mercury. Y'all are sus. You would chew me out for a petty or stupid reason, and not let up even once I apologise. Y'all are also the type to double-down when you realise you are wrong. My Aqua Mercury will fight you to the death, because I do the same thing and arguing with you gets us nowhere. Just suck it up and admit I'm always right smh 🙄🙄.

- Gemini Venus. Flaky?! Just stick to the damn plans man. Yes, I know you hate how I need at least 3 business-days notice before we hang out. But I hate how you're able to just get up and *DO* things??That feels scary and irresponsible and like disaster waiting to happen. You're scary. Also, if ANYONE is going to get cancelled, it's you guys. Probably cyberbullied a child or something idk. Gossipy. Should be feared by those who don't want to be talked about.

- Aquarius Mars. Oh you DEFINITELY cyberbully people. Also probably ghost people. It's mostly because they pissed you off, or have different political opinions to you, or wanted too much from you. I get it, they deserved it. But that doesn't mean you can just stop all communication. That's mean </3. Please learn to use your words and communicate, I'm actually begging.

- Aries Moon. Please shut up. For once. I say that with affection and understand, but god do I mean it. I don't care if it's funny, I don't care if it'll be a great story, I don't care if it makes you look cool. That's a stupid thing to do and you WILL get in trouble. Don't be stupid. Y'all need a full time babysitter. Mostly if you have other fire (Aries, Leo, Sagittarius) or air (Gemini, Libra, Aquarius) placements, but this still goes for all Aries Moons in one way or another.

Okay everyone! This is all my bullying for today. I'm really sorry if I hurt anyone's feelings! That was not my intention. All of this was said as a joke (my love language is making fun of people lol). Thank you so much for reading, and tell me what you think! Sending you all so much love <333

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technowoah · 3 years

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THESEUS - a dsmp story ( DreamSMP x Queen!Reader)

CHAPTER FOUR : LOOK ‘EM IN THE EYE AIM NO HIGHER, SUMMON ALL THE COURAGE YOU REQUIRE THEN COUNT!

Chapter Summary: Wilbur makes a proposition, Tommy finally gets his fight, warning shots are fired and the bomb that was planted finally went off.

pairing: c!wilbur x queen!reader

an// tbh im not that happy with this one, I hope yall like it! but hopefully Ill like chapter 6 lol

⚠︎ swearing, dsmp spoliers(?), angst, fighting, minor blood mention, not proofread. Y/N/N = your nickname

word count: 5.1k

THESEUS MASTERLIST

"Are you sure you want to do this because Tommy is a good fighter!"

"He's also good at being annoying, so you'll die either way."

"SHUT UP YOU TWO!"

Currently Tommy and You were by a small lake in L'Manburg facing each other with swords and guns. Fundy and Tubbo were belittling Tommy on the sidelines. Tubbo was trying to convince the both of them not to do this so they wouldn't get hurt badly before the actual war begins. Wilbur was standing in between the two and Eret nervously standing off to the side with Tubbo and Fundy.

When You arrived you explained to the three people who were there, Tubbo, Fundy, and Wilbur, that Tommy and you were going to fight that day. Tubbo and Fundy were not for that idea at all, but Wilbur approved it. After a while of thinking and conversation of course he agreed.

Eret and Tommy arrived at L'Manburg as well and apparently Tommy already told Eret that he was fighting his wife.

"You know what Eret? I'm gonna fight your wife today! Yeah it'll be a good fight, don't worry I wont hurt her that badly."

Of course Eret did not want this duel to happen and tried to convince Wilbur to not let the two do this to one another. He was concerned about the task and hand yes, but You getting hurt or even worse, killed was not a thing he wanted not needed. Tommy was a loose cannon, he worked on impulse. You were basically fighting a bull while wearing all red.

Wilbur had pulled You aside for the second time this week and started to have a conversation with you again. It was a needed conversation so when Wilbur grabbed her arm.and pulled her away you didn't hesitate this time. As the two talked in the distance you heard Fundy yelling at Tommy about the dangers of fighting You at a time like this. Your mind was all over the place at this point.

"You know how this works?" Wilbur looked at You and Tommy.

"Yes!"

"Yes I do"

You knew what was going to happen. They both had 6 bullets in their gun, if they use all of their bullets they can use their swords instead. You were in your head at this moment. Wilbur was explaining how this duel would work to Tubbo, while You contemplated whether to waste youshot by shooting in the sky or aiming at Tommy's foot. you didn't want to hurt him at all, they had a war coming soon so hurting Tommy would not help L'Manburg. Then again, when was helping L'Manburg a part of your mission?

You snapped out of your mind and saw Tommy glaring daggers at her. He looked harmless.

"I am going to beat you." Tommy said in a voice that can be only compared to a robot.

"You wish!" You scoffed and smiled, smiled which made Tommy scoff and look away.

Wilbur spoke over the two, "ALRIGHT! You two will be back to back facing away from each other, then take ten paces. When I say "fire" you two will fire and shoot and fight until one is damaged and cannot battle anymore or until I call a draw. Understand?"

"Yes Wilbur!" Tommy exclaimed.

"Of course." You calmly said.

"Alright" Wilbur agreed and motioned for the two to turn away from each other.

They had both touched backs and You had taken a huge deep breath.

The dilemma in your head was still spinning. Whether to shoot him or to shoot into the air. you would be a coward wouldn't you?

"You scared?" Tommy taunted you.

"No. Just getting ready to beat your ass."

"HA! That's not gonna happen. You're all talk."

"We'll see about that." Wilbur spoke, inserting himself into their conversation.

Wilbur had stepped back towards the group of men who sat and were watching the whole duel. There was tension in the air, they all could feel it. They all thought this was a bad idea, You thought this was a bad idea. What if this tore the whole plan apart will they ever get to-

"READY? ONE!"

They both took a step.

Aim to the sky or aim towards Tommy?

"TWO!"

Where would you aim?

"THREE!"

What would happen if Tommy ended up dead?

"FOUR!"

Would Dream be happy?

"FIVE!"

If you aim towards the sky. Tommy might shoot. you would be an open target.

"SIX!"

It would be over right? If you aim at the sky?

"SEVEN!"

Tommy.

"EIGHT!"

Up in the air.

"NINE!"

How can this end?

The sky? Tommy? Where does the bullet go?

Where do you go?

"NUMBER TEN PACES, FIRE!"

*bang!*

Tommy's eyes widened and You stood my ground.

"She shot her pistol towards the sky?!" Tubbo shouted.

Wilbur stood there with a smirk and Eret let out a sigh of relief and immediately relaxed. Tommy didn't shoot his gun at all; he looked like a deer caught in the headlights. This was the right way.

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"I want you to shoot into the sky." Wilbur had taken you to an uninhabited part of the wall to talk.

"Why?"

Wilbur had sighed and looked over to where Tommy was gloating to Eret about dueling his wife.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, "Tommy is rather impulsive. He does things without thinking or with any concern for consequence. He says things without thinking too, as you've seen firsthand."

You nodded and laughed before Wilbur kept talking.

"I want him to hesitate. I want him to think for once. I know he wants to fight right now, he's riled up because of the battle. I expect him to shoot, but I hope that he won't. He won't." Wilbur seemed to be convincing himself this was a good idea.

"That's reassuring." You replied sarcastically.

Wilbur rolled his eyes, "I believe he won't kill you nor harm you. At least that's the plan. I care for him. He's a good fighter and he should be able to see his opponent before going all ape shit."

"I get it. I want to do this, but you said he works on impulse. What if he shoots?" You continued to worry.

"I'm here. And uh- Fundy is great at healing. We have healing potions in the van as well. You will not die on my watch. We need you for the war."

You nodded and continued to stare into Wilbur's brown eyes waiting for another comment from his mouth.

"Do this for me please? For us?"

You opened your mouth to speak, but Wilbur sighed before continuing his statement,

"You don't have to do this. I should've said that first. I understand that death is scary, believe me I don't want to die either. So I can figure out another way to get to Tommy if you are uncomfortable with this."

This time it wasn't a forced situation. He was literally giving you a huge way out, an open path, but you already agreed to fight before. It wasn't like you were put into this without paths to take. you had options. Now that potions were involved and there are spectators that can act as doctors eased your nerves just slightly. you can do this.

"Or were you planning on shooting Tommy anyways?"

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You looked towards Wilbur and smiled warmly at him and he returned your same smile.

"WHAT THE FUCK?! YOU MADE ME LOOK LIKE THE BAD GUY! YOU-"

"I didn't even call it a draw yet Tommy. You can still fight-"

"It's clear that my opponent doesn't want this. If I did, I would be more of a bad guy than I already am now." Tommy dropped his gun to the green grass underneath his feet.

You followed suit, dropping your gun onto the grass below you. You walked towards Tommy trying to find the right words at this moment. He had his head hung low looking at the gun that laid in the lush grass in front of him. You had walked towards him and put a hand on his shoulder and he began to tense up at the friendly gesture.

"Tommy, you're not a bad guy. You did the right thing at that moment. You're neutral really, if you would've shot me then yeah you would be considered "the bad guy". But in reality, there is no such thing as good or bad, there are just people with different morals." You whispered that last part and Tommy seemed to reluctantly understand, still sticking to his main idea of him being a bad guy.

He was really stubborn, which made it harder for you to make him feel better.

"This is what I wanted Tommy! I wanted you to hesitate before you shot her." Wilbur tried to pick his spirits up by revealing his plan.

"THEN WHAT IF I SHOT HER?!"

"you would've been fine. Plus you weren't going to brutally damage or kill Y/N right?"

Tommy stuttered a little bit before speaking, explaining himself.

"No I wasn't! My goal was at least to scare her, or graze you with my bullet." Tommy rushed.

"What if you slipped up and hit Y/N instead?" Tubbo came into the conversation leading Fundy and Eret with him.

"Then I would feel incredibly horrible that I hurt an ally." Tommy said while hanging his head. "I understand, Wilbur, I understand what today's duel was for." Tommy continued.

"To be honest, this was a last minute decision! I talked to Y/N before and we both decided it was a good idea for you. Especially when a war is coming up."

"Mhm. I am okay now. I've learned, and I just hope that I can transfer this into the war." Tommy seemed relieved, but also not wanting to learn his lesson. It was bad to assume, but it sounded like he wanted to get this lecture over with.

Wilbur humed while turning away satisfied with what happened today. He walked towards the HTO van with Fundy following suit leaving Tommy and you standing next to each other still recovering from what just happened. Eret and Tubbo were standing a few feet away from them making small glances to the two making sure they are okay.

"I still hate you." Tommy grumbled.

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The five citizens were sitting in the meeting room making potions with the brewing machines or doing their own thing at the moment. Wilbur didn't have anything planned for today except for making many potions for battle. You were helping with potions as well. you were more skilled at potion making than battle. you can hold yourself down and maybe kill someone, but you don't recommend for herself to do that.

"Wow Y/N/N you're making potions so much faster than I am. Teach me your secrets!" Tubbo exclaimed.

"What did you call me?" You asked The boy softly.

"What do you mean? I called you Y/N/N." Tubbo said, confused.

Has Dream ever called you Y/N/N before because it seems like you've never been called that before. Tubbo was still looking quizzically at you waiting for an answer.

"I don't think I've been called Y/N/N before." You answered.

"Y/N might be uncomfortable with that." Wilbur joined into their conversation.

"Oh! I'm sorry! If that made you-"

"I'm okay! You can call me Y/N/N'' You said while waving your hands to dismiss the situation.

"Good! I thought I was being a creep or something." Tubbo laughed.

"Y/N/N HELP ME OUT WITH THESE POTIONS WILL YA?" Tommy shouted from across the room.

"Okay you don't get to call me Y/N/N."

Tommy huffed, "If my best friend can call you Y/N/N I will too!"

"Okay children settle down." Eret said while looking up from the book he was writing.

There was another pause until Fundy had spoken.

"Today seemed like a good day huh? Even though it isn't over so far, so good eh?" Fundy tried making conversation after writing whatever enchantments in his book.

"Yes it was so far! Very surprising today." Tubbo agreed with Fundy.

"Tommy and You gave me a heart attack today. I wouldn't consider this a good day so far." Eret exhaled jokingly. He seemed in good spirits today.

"I'm sorry I gave my husband a heart attack." You taunted.

"But seriously that scared me. Thank goodness nothing happened to the both of you. I wouldn't know what I would do." Eret continued.

"You would live." You said bluntly, staring at him.

Eret nodded at you, sending a small smile your way.

"You would've been a good fighter. Have you fought before?" Fundy inquired.

"I have fought before! I've been trained as well, I'm more into the sneaky side of things, and making potions like I am now." You cheerfully explained.

"Sneaky things?" Wilbur asked.

Your eyes widened slightly before maintaining your composure. you forgot that Wilbur was still on youtail. He thinks that You is still suspicious, so of course when you said that he would jump on the opportunity to interrogate her.

"You could be a spy for us! Maybe spy on Dream and George!" Tubbo exclaimed.

Oh the irony.

Wilbur hummed, "Maybe, that would be interesting. We could get information and they wouldn't turn her down."

"It would be too late anyways if they've seen you here so it would be a major red flag if you showed up there trying to join their team." Eret spoke up, still concentrating on writing enchantments with Fundy.

Thank God that Eret was here, You would be stumbling for the right words and then eventually blowing their cover. you had this happen too many times. They are almost to the end you have to pull back.

"True. You're right!" Wilbur agreed. "Plus we've been more productive since you two came back."

Eret and you both nodded in agreement and went back to doing their tasks.

Tubbo and You were standing together on one side of the room making potions and talking to one another until Tubbo made a quiet gasp.

You looked at him and followed his line of gaze until you saw them again. It was Sapnap and Dream on the top of the new, enlarged L'Manburg walls. Dream pulled back his hand and whipped something toward the van. It looked metal and shiny as it bounced harshly in the grass.

Sapnap then pulled out a bow and arrow and Dream had set it on fire. Sapnap launched the arrow into the walls and it landed by the machine that Dream had thrown. The grass around the arrow caught on fire as well, not making a huge fire but enough to scare the two.

"WILBUR! You have a gift!" Tubbo said as he rushed out of the van and You watched carefully through the window so the two wouldn't do anything to the boy.

"Where did he go?!" Wilbur yelled.

"He went outside to grab the metal thing Dream and Sapnap threw." You said keeping an eye on Tubbo as he came back into the van.

Wilbur rushed towards the window where Aryia was stationed and looked towards the top of the wall where Dream and Sapnap were. Dream took one last final glance at the two in the window then turned away to jump down the wall with Sapnap following suit.

"Guys you might want to take a look at this." Tubbo said while placing the metal thing, which was an old answering machine, on the table.

Wilbur sighed, clearly exhausted with everything that had been going on. He sat down on the edge of the table. Tubbo pressed play on the machine and the recording started.

"Tommy, and Wilbur, and the rest of L'Man-child-burg. We are at war. There is no mercy. We have burned down Tubbo's house, we have planted TNT cannons around your land, we have cobblestone walled the outside, we have shot one warning shot inside your walls. WE HAVE NO MERCY, NO MERCY FOR YOU! We will burn down your houses! We will kill everything inside your walls and we will take back the land that is rightfully ours. If you do not surrender I WANT TO SEE WHITE FLAGS! WHITE FLAGS OUTSIDE YOUR BASE BY TOMORROW AT DAWN, OR YOU ARE DEAD!"

*beep~*

There was a long beep until Tubbo shut off the recorded message. Everyone was silent looking at each other for the next move. Everyone either had a face of anger or one of concern. Eventually everyone turned to Wilbur who had his head down, his hair slightly covering his eyes in a thinking pose. We were waiting for a response from the leader, but it didn't seem like anyone had a response to this situation.

"Hey lets just-"

"Grab me a book and a pen" Wilbur spoke.

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It's been about an hour since we last received the message. The sun has gone down and they are all still sitting around the meeting table.

"What do we get? What's the report?" Wilbur asked.

Tommy started, "Okay so here's the situation, the ‘Dream boys' they're on the roof, they've already killed me and Tubbo once, they feel like they got their power. Their egos are up-"

"They've taken it all." Tubbo added.

"I don't know man, what do you think we've got to do now? Ultimately you're the leader here." Tommy asked the older man.

Wilbur paused before speaking, "I think, the element of surprise is needed. We can't go in just guns blazing."

"My son, how are you doing?" Wilbur asked Fundy.

Fundy stuttered before speaking, "I could've been better."

Wilbur smiled then opened the book he had been writing in for the past hour.

"Before we go into battle though-

"WORDS OVER WEAPONS MY FRIEND!" Tommy interrupted Wilbur

"My gents and m'lady, may I read you the Declaration of Independence?"

Wilbur had started to read through the Declaration complementing the writers who wrote lines in the book. He began reading the main parts of the book.

"When in the course of human events it becomes necessary for-"

"Wilbur" Tommy interrupted Wilbur again

"Yes what, what?" Wilbur asked annoyed

"They're surrounding us, Wilbur."

Tommy stood up looking out of the window at the many fiery arrows making their way towards the van and making the grass around the van catch on small fires.

From inside the van it looked like rain from hell. All the fears you once had came flooding back into your mind. you put herself right in front of the greatest fighters, and assassins in the kingdom and you might not make it out alive.

Wilbur started to head out of the door trying to face his opponents. They all were putting themselves out there exiting the van as fast as they could like a huge target. Speaking of target, an arrow shot by Sapnap landed too close for comfort next to Wilbur. He seemed un phased at this.

"They're not the best shot." Wilbur turned his back on the archers and stood in the doorway to the group inside.

Wilbur began to yell at the archers, "Gentlemen how are you!?"

"Good!" Dream replied bluntly.

Surprisingly they could hear both of each other.

"Do you like the view of our nation!?" Wilbur asked as he smirked.

"Oh God!" Tubbo exclaimed, worried because of the taunting Wilbur was doing.

"We might be a little out gunned here gentlemen." Eret said softly to the others while placing a hand on your shoulder in a comforting way.

"I thought this was a trailer park!" Dream shouted back.

"Very funny, listen. It seems like you've gained the upper hand in people! We will meet you in the field, but on our own terms!" Wilbur concluded.

"YEAH!" Tommy shouted at the archers hyping Wilbur up.

The rest laughed at Tommy's antics trying to keep it together.

"Please stop making things worse!" Tubbo laughed.

Another arrow was shot at Wilbur's feet. He was clearly stunned by this, turning to the rest of the L'Manburgians he spoke to them.

"We armor up gents." Wilbur said, walking away.

Just as he walked away Tommy followed Wilbur outside of the van and then an arrow was shot into Tommy's bicep by George. Tommy yelled in anger and in pain, and the rest followed suit yelling in shock. Tommy clutched the arm that the arrow had found its way into, he tried to keep it together as he fell to his knees. You rushed to Tommy's side trying to take the arrow out carefully and heal him. He kept on shielding his arm away from you and kept babbling incoherent nonsense about “leaving him alone” too.

"It's okay! I'm fine! I'm fine! Don't worry!" Tommy kept shouting.

"You're not fine Tommy, let me help!" You yelled and he finally succumbed to you.

You slowly pulled out the arrow and used bandages that Eret had rushed to give you to wrap around his arm carefully. Throughout this whole process Tommy had a face of discomfort and pain until you had successfully bandaged his upper arm so no blood would seep through. Later on you would have to tend to his wounds more delicately.

"Just stay inside!" Fundy yelled in a hurried tone and was angry at the fact someone had already gotten hurt.

This would've been the outcome of the duel if you hadn't followed Wilbur's orders. Either way he would've been injured. Of course they would go for Tommy. Wilbur's right hand man. It was bound to happen.

You and the rest of the men were clad in netherite or diamond armor and they surrounded Wilbur waiting for another order.

"Tommy I'm putting you in charge of this army." Wilbur said.

Your eyes widened. Didn't Wilbur just say he acted on impulse. This was a bad idea. you were going to die at the hands of the people who gave this opportunity to you.

Wilbur continued, "No matter what happens during this war, no matter who wins and who loses. Just remember that we're on the right side of history."

You have heard that before. What side of history was you on? They have rubbed off on you of course, but with different morals coming from both sides, whose morals do you fit with? If you die, will you be painted in the wrong manner? Are you on the right side as you stand with Eret and Fundy in L'Manburg? Is there even a right side?

"Up the walls we go!" Tommy exclaimed as the group climbed the ladder over the walls.

Your heart was pounding as Tommy led the way towards their next destination. This was going to be very interesting.

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Tommy led us to the destination where the other warriors were on top of a small tower looking down on the L'Manburgians.

"God- whatever we do, don't go up the tower." Tubbo exhaled.

"We have to get them down to our level. We have to get them to come down on their own accord." Wilbur commanded.

"Those bastards." Tommy said as an arrow made of fire was shot precisely onto the ground.

The floor began to rumble as the ground cracked and smoke began to rise beneath you revealing the red, fiery TNT that blew up from beneath them breaking the very ground and dirt they stood on making everyone lose their balance. Everyone started screaming, scrambling to get away from the constant chain of TNT slipping and falling on the debris, and the crevices that formed. You had started to run faster,and faster, sometimes you fell to your knees because of the ground shaking and breaking underneath you. You couldn’t look back but you heard screaming and you could only hope and pray no one fell into the big canyon the TNT made behind you. Your mind was not catching up your feet as you blindly followed Tommy into his own home, cutting around the whole kingdom. The rest followed close behind making their way into the house.

Their clothes were tattered and dirty, singes from the fire were on their war uniforms and armor. As they scrambled for safety the arrows kept coming, hitting the house and the ground outside of it. You felt like this was it for you, your first friends, your enemies shooting arrows of fire at you through your so-called enemies house. You had to stay alive though, keep up the act, but right now you didn't really have to keep an act up because you were actually scared for your life.

The grass in front of Tommy's house was burning while the men gave Tommy all of their arrows. Wilbur commanded them to hail them with arrows. Arrows began burning through the walls breaking into their safe haven. To escape this situation Wibur had told all of them to scatter and make it harder for the archers to shoot them. They all did just that, playing on the defensive dodging the arrows that were hurled towards their way.

Eventually the archers jumped off of the tower retreating towards a nearby river. The L'Manburgians currently had the high ground and You started shooting with arrows purposefully missing so you wouldn't hurt them.

"They are heading to Ponk's tower!" Tommy shouted.

You looked up to one of the highest towers in the kingdom. Damn.

"In that case we need to start heading towards Ponk's tower!" Tubbo yelled, ceasing his arrows trying to get the rest of them to follow his lead.

The men followed Tommy through his shortcuts to get to the base of Ponk's tower faster. Fundy went forward shooting at the others at the base of the tower. You, Eret, Tommy and Tubbo followed Fundy and started shooting and dodging as well.

For now they have retreated towards the walls of L'Manburg hiding slightly below the top. Wilbur was there at first then the rest of the groups followed. The arrows couldn't reach them and the boys cheerfully pointed that fact out. Soon they had started slowly retreating as the sun went down in the distance. You sighed and cheered with the rest of the men that they finally stopped fire. Your heart still beating fast you looked behind you towards Eret sending each other a knowing glance.

The rest were cheering and complimenting each other until Eret spoke up.

"Gentlemen, I think we need to go back to our home." Eret said.

"I think you're right, Eret." Tommy agreed happily.

They made their way back to L'Manburg into the night with Tommy leading them for the last time tonight. Tommy and Wilbur were playfully bickering through the whole walk back to L'Manburg. It was a fun time filled with laughter and it was much needed after that whole war. Even though they all were beaten and tattered with burn marks and scratches, they kept smiling. It's crazy to think about.

The fun ended for you as they reached their destination. The extended walls of L'Manburg were in their sights and your heart rate picked up even more than it had before. This is the end.

"Gentlemen in L'Manburg I have a secret weapon." Eret says, sparking a new conversation.

"What is it?" You asked playing dumb.

"What is it?" Wilbur asked asked as well

"A secret weapon!?" Tubbo exclaimed.

"I feel like Eret is just going to pull out a giant missile." Fundy joked around and your breath hitched. If only they knew.

"But seriously, what do you mean you got a secret weapon?" Tommy spoke fast.

"I've been grinding for equipment, I've been grinding materials." Eret said not to give it away.

"Show us please!" Tommy exclaimed as they all entered L'Manburg once more today.

You joined in as well, "I haven't seen any of this show us Eret!"

You hated lying to them.

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"This is the final control room for you too!" Dream yelled with excitement showing the beautiful dark room.

The chests were empty, there was a button on top of a podium, and there was a secret room where Dream and the rest would be hiding after the war. The plan was simple enough on paper. The two countries would fight until sun down and then Eret would lead the L'Manburgians to the final control room where he would press the button and then The citizens of L'Manburg would be killed and a life would be taken from them.

Dream has taught You about the life limit. Everyone in the kingdom had three lives and if all three lives were taken, there is no coming back. you felt weary taking away someone's life.

"This is where the battle will end." Dream said calmly

Currently it was just Eret and You with Dream. Dream kept explaining the mechanics of the room while they both listened. You kept slipping in and out of your mind at the moment.

This would be the end, he said. It will all come to an end and you will finally find your place in the huge kingdom. you can finally have closure. It will all come to an end.

"You two are on the right side of history, don't worry. Cause if you do this you'll be doing the kingdom a huge favor."

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"This way." Eret led the group into the final control room.

The men were astonished about the huge tunnel entrance to the room. They continue to rush down the tunnel to catch up to Eret.

"I'm excited to show you!" Eret cheerfully said as he walked. "They will never suspect a thing!"

They all ended up in the final control room. You made sure to stand next to Eret making sure that they stayed together. you knew where to leave and when the button was pressed but you had a few minutes to play it off.

"WHAT?"

"This is so cool!"

"What is this place?!"

"There's nothing in the chests." Wilbur said bluntly, as he turned to us still crouching because he opened the chests.

"Eret?" Tubbo asked.

Eret pressed the button and then the wall behind Wilbur opened and revealed Dream, Sapnap, George and Punz. The men started to scream in shock. They were getting attacked. Blood was being spilled and fire was burning down the whole final control room. Eret grabbed your hand pulling you to a secret wall, opening it to reveal stairs that led out of the final control room trying to protect you from getting hurt.

The L'Manburgians fought anyone they saw, but the others knew who specifically to kill. As the L'Manburgians fought for their lives you heard Wilbur yell out over all of the chaos.

"A TRAITOR! GET OUT GET OUT!"

Were you a traitor? Yes you were. They died. The fire around their bodies began to calm as their murders stood over their bodies breathing heavily. There was an orange and purple tint to the room. It looked unreal. This was it. Their bodies began to glow a light blue color and disintegrate showing that one of their lives was taken that day. This was the closure you wanted, but why did it feel like an unfinished symphony? Like it reached the climax of the song then ended.

It's over

Eret saluted to their disintegrating bodies and you followed suit.

"Down with the revolution boys! It was never meant to be."

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Wilbur's POV

"Eret how could you?" We sat on the burnt grass of L'Manburg waiting for one another to show up from being killed.

This was what I suspected from the beginning. Sadly this is what I suspected from the beginning.

"Hey where's Y/N?!" Tubbo whipped his head frantically looking for her.

"They were a traitor as well." Fundy said sadly.

Tommy and Eret were facing each other. Tommy in L'Manburg's walls and Eret standing a few feet outside of them. It was a beautiful picture at this moment, very symbolic.

Tubbo was talking to Eret in a distraught voice before Tommy had interrupted him. "Eret listen to me! And I mean this in the nicest way possible. You fucked up." Tommy said harshly to Eret.

Eret only smirked at this like the madman he is and spoke around him, "farewell gentlemen." And he left us in our ruins.

I had such high hopes for the two of them. Especially Y/N. I knew they were trying to find their home, their place in this huge world. Maybe they'll find it with Dream. That's not what I would've wanted, but they might want to stay there. they'll be back, they'll find their home soon.

"We'll meet again. I know you."

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glitchviper · 3 years

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You Don't Want No Smoke

@gatortopia @jetsam-kisa SMOGCHAMP SMOGCHAMP SMOGCHAMP!!! Jetsam my beloved I hope you're ready for a fun training session with big sis Tsumi. Also starting to sense a pattern with these requests: that being everyone just wants to train/fight with Tsumi.

Notes: Nope besides the fact that the title has basically nothing to do with what happens in this lol (I just thought it was funny cause...ya know...it's Jetsam). Anyways enjoy :)

"Keep going! You're doing great, just a few more seconds," Tsumi cheered," ... and time!"

Upon Tsumi's declaration that the minute of nothing but going to town on a punching bag was over Jetsam took a step back. His breathing was heavy as he tried to regain a least a little of the lost oxygen. "That felt longer than a minute," Jetsam said in between breaths.

"That only causes you aren't used to it," Tsumi smiled," Plus you did amazing! For someone who hasn't really worked on punching skills, you're really good at it so far."

"Thanks," Jetsam smiled back, finally having regained his breath. He put everything he had into those fists of fury so he was glad that they were good.

"Yeah, and it makes my job easier. Anyways there were a few things I noticed. First, you're really stiff, which is probably just nerves, which is fine. But that's an objective one."

Jetsam nodded, he was a little nervous. He'd never really trained like this before and Tsumi was taking time out of her day to help, so he wanted to be good. "So how do I stop being stiff...besides stoping being nervous," he awkwardly laughed, though the steady stream of smoke coming out of his mouth showed his anxieties.

"The nerves will dissipate in time, especially as you work on the skill. For now, let's just work on form."

The two spent the new while going over form, with Tsumi slowly introducing more and more aspects and Jetsam copying her. Nothing too complicated, just simple punching form. The two chatted as Jetsam copied Tsumi's movements, working to keep the mood light and quell Jetsam's anxiety.

After a bit Tsumi had Jetsam step back up to beat the daylights out of the punching bag. Setting the timer for a minute she cheered as Jetsam used his new skills to show that punching bag whose boss. Then after an ass-kicking 60 seconds the timer sounded. "That was wicked Jetsam! You looked so much better than the first time and it's only been, what? Like an hour, soon you won't even need my help," Tsumi grinned.

A wide smile was on Jetsams face as happiness from Tsumi's praise and the fact that he could feel the difference from the beginning filled his mind. "Thank you so much Tsumi!"

"Hey I should be the one thanking you, I had a blast. We should do this more I had fun. Maybe you could even teach me something next time. Plus I'm just glad that you trusted me enough to train with and ask for help. I know that can be real scary, especially asking adults. It's nice to hear that you view me as a safe person to ask," Tsumi paused for a second. "I probably could have said that better but you get my point."

Jetsam nodded," I don't know if it'll be training-related but I'll definitely find something to teach you for next time we hang out. In the meantime how about we go get something to eat, my treat. I don't know about you but I'm hungry and you can think of this as my thanks."

"Jetsam that's not necessary... though who am I to say no to free food."

So the two went off and had a nice little dinner together and had a ball doing that two.

#jetsam has more of a support-based quirk if I remember correctly #so I thought i'd play around with that and have a fun #lets do the basics of close combat training session #sato sesei better watch out tsumi's coming for his job #except she only knows close combat and will be completely useless to you if that's not what you need help with #even advanced close combat things and weapon work she can't explain for the life of her but its fine lol #she can teach the basics all day #also I loved writing Jetsam #such a sweatheart and so adorable #love our smogchamp #pastel loving king #hope he learned at least a little something from this session #i also hope i wrote Jetsam well #i feel like I had a good sense of his character but still unsure you know #but yeah love these two #jetsam kisa #others ocs #my oc #tsutsumi natsumi #bnha oc comeback #i'm really on a roll with writing these lol #they're just so fun to do

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Hey Cam... It's the roommate anon from Nat's blog, and I'm kinda totally freaking out a little bit again (kind of my brand at this point), and I know that you're a lesbian (at least, I think you are?), and I'm just trying to stay like calm at the moment.

And this is like a personal question and stuff, so I totally get it if you don't wanna answer, like no pressure at all. You can just delete this ask, and it'll be totally fine, I won't mind.

But did you ever like really struggle with accepting your sexuality, and did you ever get in these kinds of moods where you just felt really anxious about everything and like you really needed to try to be straight again?

It's such a dumb, stupid, embarrassing thing that's triggered this. Basically, roomie's wearing this like white T shirt that's very thin, and all she did was lean back on the couch and put her hands behind her head, except it was giving me really gay thoughts, and now I'm having a HUGE resurgence of internalized homophobia and really honestly and truly freaking the fuck out :/

No, like I'm literally hiding in one of our bathrooms right now. I locked the door, and I'm sitting on the edge of the bathtub typing this... all over a T shirt. Like it's so stupid, and I know that I'm gonna laugh about this later, but right now, I'm just so anxious.

And I kinda wanna just go back to guys. Like I feel like I really need to go back to guys and that I need to go back to being "straight", but I'm just trying to ignore that.

And I kinda feel like I can't breathe properly, and my chest just feels tight from the anxiety, and it's like so silly, right? Like it's so dumb. I mean, it's not like I haven't literally seen more than that before, but I think it's just because I know that I'm a lesbian now that I just feel really anxious about it. Things were different when I was "straight". I never felt anxious about any of this when I was "straight". Like nothing like this ever bothered me.

And now, my mind's like, "Go watch a homophobic video on YouTube." You know those rant videos that conservatives make where they just go on and on about how we're like immoral and wrong and all of that? My brain is really trying to convince me to go and watch one of those.

And I just eally needed some kind of distraction, and so I came on Tumblr, and I saw you on my dash, and I was like, "Okay, Cam's a lesbian, right? Maybe she can help."

(If you're not a lesbian, I'm sorry, idk where I got that idea from.)

But is this stuff even normal? Because in my mind, it does feel really ridiculous. Like oh wow, a hot girl's wearing a thin T shirt, let's go and lock ourselves in the bathroom and essentially try to do conversion therapy on ourselves. Like it's so silly, right. I know that it's dumb. And I know that I'm gonna be making jokes about this later. But right now, I'm just not feeling great about it at all.

Do you have any advice? And did you ever go through anything like this yourself with the internalized homophobia and the anxiety and this need to try to be straight when you first realized that you liked girls? Is this like a common thing, or is it more of a rare thing?

My head just hurts. You don't even have to give like proper advice, like even just a sentence would really help. You could even just reply with an emoji lol, and I would still appreciate it.

Also, could you maybe link me to any of your favorite Dianna interviews or videos? You don't have to, but I feel like it might just be a good distraction for me because I don't really know anything about Dianna or her personality at the moment, and so I've been meaning to watch some Dianna videos, but I wasn't really sure which ones to start with. Thank you

ok anon i want you to take a deep breath and look down at your hands and quickly count all your knuckles on each hand and try to ground yourself and then repeat after me, “what i’m going through is scary and hard but that’s part of being human and cam loves me a lot and is with me in this moment and isn’t gonna let me go through this alone.” because i am with you! and i do love you! and i’m not gonna let you go through this alone (none of us are!)

that feeling of repulsion at your natural attraction is really normal and i (and many others) have felt that. girl i was just out on a walk and a very good looking girl ran by me on a jog and i deadass turned around and started to walk home i was so thrown by how hot she was and like it made me feel a bit paralyzed! like that happened 15 minutes ago to me and i’ve been out to myself for quite a while! it’s normal (esp for women i think) to feel overly self-conscious about our feelings and attractions because i think we’re so sensitive to people creeping on us we would never want to feel like we’re creeping on someone else.

but girl your roomie lets you see her naked i’m pretty sure she won’t mind you appreciating her form a bit and also noticing someone is attractive is not some kind of invasive or bad thing to do so please go easy on yourself!

here’s a dianna interview i like!

youtube

and if you’re so inclined you could listen to me and @thatskepticalbitchcara on our podcast 👀👀👀

here’s a link to my favorite episode

anyway i’m glad you anonned me, please always feel free to do so if you like! i love hearing from you and i love your story and i saw you told rep you had an internet crush on me and i just want you to know the feeling is mutual!

sending you so much love and strength angel it’s gonna be ok! ❤️❤️❤️

#roommate anon <3 #Anonymous

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har-rison-s · 5 years

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ask me why

IT: CHAPTER TWO SPOILERS!

request: I love your stan fics!! could you possibly write a sad, angsty one where the reader and stan were childhood sweethearts and they move away and forget each other because of the magic of derry and then when she comes back she’s heartbroken over his death. maybe the scene where they are in the neibolt with the spider-stan(😭😭) and she freaks out and has like a panic attack because she realises he’s not there to help her anymore? idk if that makes sense? thank you either way❤️keep the stan coming!!

A/N: Oh, my goodness. I am the reader and the writer in this one, my feelings are one with her on this one. Oh, god... I'm heartbroken. Also school is tomorrow and I hate gooooiiinnnng but I gotta. Anyways, hope you like this and that it's what you're looking for! Happy reading!

warnings: death, grief, panic attack, descriptions of blood and suicide. Take tissues cause this is very emotional, trust me. Get ready.

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“The bathtub.” Beverly says into the phone before Patty can. Beverly realises that what she saw twenty seven years ago had happened. What a tragedy. She thinks of how Patty feels and then glances over at Y/N, who waits for Bev to end the call and tell everyone what Patty said. How ever will she tell her? It'll break her heart, it will break the girl herself. “Patty, I'm so sorry, honey. You can call anytime, alright?”

“I'm sorry, I have to go.” Patty tells Beverly and hangs up. Beverly puts her phone in her pocket and turns to her friends. All their faces awaiting, impatient and nervous of what she might say. Is it true what the fortune cookies told them or is IT playing tricks on them?

“Stanley's gone. In--In the bathtub. There's blood everywhere, Patty said.” Beverly says, but she's looking at Y/N while she's talking. Her face falls. Her eyes empty in a second, looking hollow and abundant. Everyone gasps and mutters words of shock and disbelief. In her ears, everything fades out and she can only hear his voice. Stanley.

“Let's go swimming.” He turns to her with the biggest smile. She tilts her head to one side. “I won't scare you, I promise.” Stan raises his arms up in mock defense. She sighs.

“Okay, fine.” Y/N agrees and raises to her feet. The pair lock hands, taking steps towards the lake, skipping here and there. They're both smiling at each other. Y/N leans towads Stanley's shoulder with her head, resting it there and humming.

He didn't scare her in the water for the first time. He usually tells her there's something big underwater and when she looks under to see if there is indeed something, Stan would grab her thighs and she'd scream. No more of that, he said to himself after Y/N told him she's starting to get scared of the water.

She feels her heart being crunched up by someone's hand. Fate, it could be. But it's IT. IT is responsible for this. For all of this.

Her lungs collapse, too. Y/N feels like she can't take breaths anymore, like she never will. Feels like her lungs have closed down, stopped working. Like they're filled with water or something even heavier. Like there's never going to be air in her lungs, like they're filled to the brim. Never possible of saving.

She opens her mouth to try and breathe, but she's hiccuping, coughing almost.

Stanley. Stanley Uris. Her Stanley.

The most beautiful boy she's ever layed her eyes on in her whole life. Anyone she saw as a person of potential interest in her so-far life was lacking something, she realises now. One thing. They weren't him.

His radiant smile that made her smile when she didn't feel like ever smiling again, when she had forgot how to. Lightened up the room and shone like the sun. Made her feel like there was nothing bad in the world.

His voice. The boy could sing, but only she knew that. He never sang in front of anyone else, none of his friends. Only her. And she loved it.

He thought he was bad at singing but God, did he sound like an angel. He was very insecure about it, that's all.

“Sing what you want to. I wanna hear it, whatever the song!” She beamed, resting her head in her hands, her elbows on Stanley's desk surface. Stanley sighs, sitting in a chair not so far from her and his desk. He looks down, lip bitten, deep in choosing the song he could sing.

“Okay, okay,” he says, lifting his head and breathing deeply in and out, preparing himself, “but don't laugh.” Stan points a finger at Y/N. She shakes her head.

“I would never, baby.” She says. “Go ahead.”

Stan takes a breath in and out and, after a few more seconds, starts finally singing. “I love you, whoo-hoo-whoo-hoo, cause you tell me things I want to know,” He sings. He doesn't look Y/N in the eyes as he sings, he focuses on one of the furniture facing him. He's so shy about it, “and it's true, whoo-hoo-whoo-hoo, that it really only goes to show...

“That I know, that I, I, I, I should never, never, never be blue-ooh!” He hits the highnote perfectly. “Now you're mine, my happiness still makes me cry. And in time you'll understand the reason why if I cry, it's not because I'm sad.

“But you're the only love that I've ever had.” He looks at her at once. Because he means the words, wants to sing them to her, wants to tell her those words. They're true.

Y/N smiles wide, happy tears in the corners of her eyes. Stanley smiles wide and rushes over to her. He kneels before her and his face is mischievous, up to something.

“I can't believe,” he resumes singing, a theatrical facial expression on his features, which makes Y/N giggle, “it's happened to me. I can't concieve of anymore,” he extends his arm in the air, “mi-se-ry!” He exclaims, a mock-brave and determined look on his face. As if he was playing Superman, who's flying through the air after saving a particular girl form danger.

Y/N giggles histerically, looking at Stanley and holding his other hand. He drops the act and leans closer into her face. Not too close, not that intimate. At least not yet.

“Ask me why,” he sings quieter, “I'll say I love you,” with each verse, he gets closer and closer, keeping their eyes locked on each other, “and I'm always thinking of you...” Stan drifts off and kisses her on the lips tenderly, sweetly. Just like he sang a second ago.

Her knees buckle in, her feet give out. Gravity or rather, horrible pain and grief, takes over her completely and she's falling down to the ground. In the street, between her friends. All of them immediately get closer to her, huddle around her.

They see the terrifying look on her face. It's everything mixed. Pain, memories, grief, terror, fear, anger, longing... It's all in there, in her wide, wide, as-big-as-buttons eyes. Mouth agape. She looks just like a person having a stroke would look. And her friends are actually scared that she is having one.

“Y/N!” Beverly calls to her, hoping to get her out of this horrid and scary trance. Ben pushes Y/N in a sitting position from behind so she wouldn't be laying on the wet, dirty ground of the Derry street.

She gasps and hiccups and tries to regain control over her body and brain. But her mind can't help but go back to the best memories of her childhood. And her body is completely out of order, out of anyone's control. Her friends try to shake her, bring her back to them pysically first.

The only thing they get from her before Y/N completely shuts down, is one word. “Stanley.” It's a quiet whisper that they barely heard. It was like a mutter between her lips, something meant for only her to hear.

Her wide eyes close instantly and her mouth, too. She's limp in Ben's and Beverly's arms. “No! Y/N!” She exclaims, afraid something serious has happened to her. Some sort of internal, physical damage. But she's having a very pleasant dream, unconscious to her friends.

“Let's see that!” Stanley takes her sketchbook from her, making Y/N gasp and pry after her book, her pencil still in hand.

“I'm not finished!” She exclaims, but it's no use. Everyone's huddled around Stanley holding her sketchbook and already looking at the new drawing she really has not finished yet.

“Oh my God, that is so pretty!” Beverly says.

“I'm the prettiest one, of course, thank you, Y/N.” Richie boasts.

“Then I shall draw your horrible witch nose bigger, Rich!” She says and the kids both stick their tongues at each other, mean faces showing. Y/N comes closer to Stan holding the book.

Everyone's gasping and pointing at themselves in the artwork, saying how alike the drawing is to real life. And though Y/N loves the compliments and thanks them, she really needs to finish the piece so that it could be even more prettier and perfect.

She puts her hand firmly on the sketchbook and pulls it towards herself. Stanley looks at her with his delinquent famous smile and holds the book tight in his hands.

“Give it back, I need to finish it.” She requests. Stan takes the book closer to his chest.

“What will I have for that?” He bargains and she narrows her eyes at the boy.

“If you give it back,” she starts, “I'll give you the whole book. For your own exploitation.”

“Come on! We're hoping for something more enticing, Y/N!” Richie cries and Eddie hits his arm, despite snickering.

“What about a kiss?” Stan suggests and Y/N lets herself smile at him. She throws herself at him, kissing him hard on the lips as they both smile wicked smiles.

“Ew!” Everyone exclaims upon the action and turns away from the couple.

“Guys, they're so cute.” Beverly cheers, but everyone boos her, already finding new things to do. Beverly laughs to herself and turns back to her book in the hammock.

Stanley and Y/N pull apart, smiling and looking at each other with heart eyes and looks of pure gratitude and appreciation. Though their friends exclaim in disgust whenever the two show a bit of affection towards each other, they really love them and can't help wishing for the same kind of love in their lives. They're happy for the most loving best friends in their group, very happy.

“Guys, she's waking up!” Eddie calls out to his friends once he sees Y/N opening her eyes slowly. He hopes she's really waking up, not just a flutter of the eyelids in-between dreams or nightmares. Richie, Bill, Mike, Beverly and Ben come up to the hotel's lounge sofa where Y/N is laying, now conscious.

“Hey, honey,” Beverly tries to smile at her. She takes Y/N's hands between her own, “how are you feeling?” She asks.

“I would love not to answer that question.” Y/N says and sits up. Her friends sigh, somehow relieved by her answer and her healthy look. “How long was I—how long ago—” She can't seem to form the question she wants to ask.

“A couple hours.” Eddie answers her un-finished question. “Do you need some Advil or Morphine?” He questions. Y/N furrows her eyebrows at the man.

“No, thanks.” She says. “So, what are we doing, what's our plan?”

“Well, since Beverly has seen us all die,” Richie starts to say, oblivious that his words might trigger tears and intense emotions in Y/N. Unwantedly, tears start dripping down onto her sweater and jeans in hot streams, “we need to kill the stupid clown this time. Otherwise, we'll die. Just how Bev's seen us die.”

Y/N sobs, pulling her knees to her chest and letting it all out. She sobs and she cries and she hiccups and she wails, heartbreaking sounds for her friends' ears.

“I don't care.” She cries. “I don't care. I'll die, then. I don't care.” She shakes her head, repeating the phrases over and over.

“Well, that was my plan.” Richie admits.

“We can't let you die, Y/N.” Ben tells her. But she doesn't listen. She doesn't want to hear support or any positive comments from anyone now.

“Listen, Y/N/N,” Mike starts to say, sitting closer to her, “there is a way to kill him. For real this time.” This is what makes her look at Mike, or look at anyone, really. He's caught her attention. Is it true?

“Trust us, Y/N. W-W-We can end IT he-here and n-now.” Bill joins in. She looks at him, she looks at Beverly, she looks at Ben, and Richie and Eddie. They're all nodding. Quite sure that there really is a way for them to get rid of this horrid creature that's ruined so many lives. Finally do it. And they get to do it.

No one will know it if they do, no one will congratulate them and put crowns on their heads and give them flowers. But it doesn't matter. They'll be heroes to themselves and to the people who have lost everything because of this stupid killer clown. If they succeed and don't die in the process.

The whole point was to find an artifact from your childhood here. It had to be burned. Y/N's was a portrait of herself that Stan did. He tried really hard. And she doesn't want to burn it now.

She sat in the clubhouse alone, after everyone left, crying. Full-out sobbing and wailing in her deep sorrow. She was completely spent after it, save Pennywise spooking her out of there, the portrait crumpled up in her fist tightly.

IT thought it'd be funny to portray itself as Stanley who was drowning in his own blood and almost taking Y/N with him, if she hadn't ran up the stairs. It's not real, it's not real. Her fear was drowning and losing Stanley. And the fact that one of them came true is just so unacceptably sad. Devastating. (A/N: I want to cry.)

She layed in the grass above the Clubhouse for however long she needed to calm down and pick up her broken pieces, mentally and physically. She slowly rose to her feet and started her way back to the hotel. She thought she saw Bowers on her way back, but she told herself she's just mistaken the man for Bowers. But, when Eddie came out of his room with blood gushing out of his cheek and said that Bowers is in his room, she realised she wasn't mistaken with who she saw.

After an argument and Richie trying to flee the town, the Losers Club reunited and bravely went back into the Neibolt house to kill IT once and for all. Y/N was scared, hollow, but with the realisation and perk that she had nothing to lose anymore. She had lost the most important thing in her whole life. Nothing can be worse than that.

They were a mess. Not five minutes into the trip in Neibolt and they had split up, everything was in shambles and they couldn't get a hold of themselves or each other.

Y/N was crouched down, turned inwards, in the corner of the must-have-been kitchen. Her head between her hands and her eyes on Stanley. Or Stanley's head. The one that now had spider legs grown out of it. His eyes are... horrid. No sign of life or love or anything good. Death, hate, anger, maliciousness. None of these qualities were something that Stan ever contained.

Tears are streaming down her face in a quick pace, scorching her cheeks and eyes, irritating the skin. Her throat is already dry from the screaming and crying for the past twelve hours. It hurts to cry, but it hurts to see... this weird Stanley Uris. She can't help but cry.

Her love. Her life. Her only love ever. The boy that was ready to give her everything he could give from him. The boy who was ready to show her the world, who was ready to take the moon and stars from the sky if she ever asked, the boy who was ready to protect and love her like no one else could ever try.

He's dead. He's dead because of IT and its wrath and its toll on Stanley. How unfair. How unfair for IT to do this to such a caring, innocent young boy. How dare he. Stanley had done nothing wrong in his life to get this end. Stanley hadn't done anything wrong for something or someone to bite him back in the form of IT, a killer clown or a weird-looking woman.

She's filled with fury. She's still crying, still bawling and moaning in emotional pain while her friends are in panic. Stanley's spider form is not getting off Richie. Bill is trying to help him, Eddie's in another corner, frozen in fear, as well. God, he can't even help his friends. He's so scared. His fear and traumatic memories have been so repressed and now they're coming back in a second's time, all at once, and hitting him in the face like a brick. Quite physically.

Y/N picks up a spike from the floor. She figures it must be laying there since Pennywise got it out of his head when Beverly stabbed him. Twenty-seven years ago... When Stan was still alive... When they were all in one piece. Her face twists in utter anger and she growls, almost. Eddie's eyes flicker over to her, scared of her, too. He hopes she's not another form of IT.

Y/n holds the spike in her hands so tight it makes her hand hurt. But she doesn't care. She must do this. At least this. She staggers over the room to where Richie, Bill and Stan's head are with the spike in her hands and, upon reaching them, immediately starts hitting the damn spider-head with the spike's sharp end.

She's screaming and crying and calling IT names, calling the entity out for what he's done, for what he is. Her every emotion is spilling out into each hit and each word and spit of her tongue.

Richie and Bill start screaming, and Y/N tries hard not to hit Richie in the process. The spider-head grows weaker and falls off of Richie, who now has a very bloody shirt. Bill helps him get up, and the men both watch Y/N completely destroying the spider-head with the spike.

She's yelling, she sounds like an animal, there's anguish and rage. The only things they see existing in her. Blood is everywhere, the head is screaming, as well, blood and guts and brains and pieces of spider-legs everywhere. Horrid, disgusting scene all around.

The moment the head is hit to complete pieces is when Y/N finally groans out, relief in the groan, and drops the spike. She collapses on the floor next to the destroyed head, her hand on her stomach.

That was a big thing. A big step. In stepping over her fears and in starting to get over Stan's death. If she's ever capable of that.

“Y/N!” Bill and Richie go over to her, helping her stand up. Eddie's in terrible shock from everything he's seeing, he can't move.

“I'm fine, guys, I'm fine. That just took a lot of strength.” She says and takes a few deep breaths, panting as the two men hold her by her sides and back supportively.

“You're a fucking hero, Y/N.” Richie says. She doesn't say anything, and nor does anyone else for a while. Richie and Bill exchange looks, thinking the same thing.

Y/N could destroy a thing that looked exactly like the love of her life. While her fear is losing him, Stanley dying or just... going away in any other way. She is so brave. Much, much more brave than the two of them combined, at least now. She is so, so brave and strong. She could be the main key to destroying IT when they get to the layer.

A/N: Maybe this was very dramatic, but just... imagine being in the Losers' place. Imagine it, just... swim deep into the thought and concept. It couldn't be otherwise.

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