#here’s my brain goop enjoy

[stahp-right-there-peasant]

you know there’s something incredibly intriguing to me about the blurred line between normal objects and robotic objects in II.

See, the robots like Meeple are typically treated very differently from the normal objects, from what i’ve extrapolated anyway. They’re property of their owners, and that’s treated like it’s perfectly normal in the II universe. Hell, if anything, an AI without an owner would probably draw more eyes.

But other than that they’re built rather than born, what physical differences differentiate the organic from the inorganic? We’ve seen other electronic objects that are also organic and, technically, the MePhone’s and other AIs are still objects. In the original style of the show, there’s barely even any visual difference in limb design and such.

And that is what I find interesting.

In most stories with robots, there is a clear “otherness” to them, physically and socially. But, because they’re not human, and their species is so loose with physicality, this makes that clear line incredibly blurred.

Anyway, that’s my midnight brain rot ramble, do with this as you will

Adios, mi amigos

[teamfortraven]

Caine flusters you to death idk

^ The exact file name on my computer, by the way.

This is an SFW tickle fic! Don't read if you don't like it. Also shout out to the three different references to the TADC fan song "No Exit" that I put in here :]

2,571 words.

I paced angrily out of the main room in the tent, hands curled into fists at my sides as I left my fellow circus members behind. There were no words that could describe how frustrated I was, how confused, and, though I’d never admit it, how scared. My eye twitched at the familiar sound of a long coat flapping behind me.

“Leave me alone, Caine”, I snapped, continuing towards my room. The floating ring master was not so easily deterred and continued after me, however, keeping up with no effort.

“Come on, (Y/N), it was just one time! I know you don’t like the dark, but-“

“Correction.” I spun on my heels to face him, becoming even more annoyed with the way he loomed above me in superiority. “I hate the dark. There is nothing I hate more than the dark. And what did you do?” I crossed my arms and looked at him expectantly. He blinked as he stared at me, a few seconds passing, as if he had to process that I was actually demanding an answer from him.

“It was an adventure for everyone!” He immediately defended himself, still in that jovial tone he used to announce everything. “Not everyone is going to agree on what type of adventure they want to go on-“

“Anything! Anything else!” I threw my hands up in exasperation as he looked shocked that I had cut him off. “Anything but a power outage! I can’t even begin to tell you how horrifying that entire experience was!” I made drastic hand motions at him as I rambled angrily, his hands falling to his sides limply as if he was at a loss for words. “These adventures are supposed to be fun and distracting, Caine! You failed.” I pointed a finger at him accusingly, hoping to really drive the point home.

He gasped in exaggeration, putting a hand to his chest. “I… failed?” His eyes glanced around rapidly, his thoughts clearly racing. I nodded in affirmation; there wasn’t much I could do to show him how serious I was, but hurting his ego definitely helped me feel better.

“Yep, you failed — you had one job, Caine, and you couldn’t even do that right.” I began turning, throwing him a look over my shoulder as he continued to spiral. “So, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to be in my room until I feel better.” I paused, giving him one last angry glare. “Which will probably be a very long time.” He locked eyes with me one more time before I turned and opened my door a few feet down the hall, making sure to slam it.

I sighed and fell backwards onto my bed once I had locked it, eyes squeezing shut. I hardly ever liked Caine’s adventures… some of the others seemed to genuinely enjoy them, but I did not. All they were to me were distractions; they were definitely something I appreciated and subconsciously looked forward to, given their quality of keeping our brains from actively melting into goop, but they were never fun for me, especially this time around. Running around in the dark for god knows how long trying to find a generator sounded like something straight out of a horror game, and he thought that would be fun?

“Stupid dentist model”, I muttered, eyes slowly opening.

“That’s a little rude, don’t you think?” I gasped and sat up in shock as I was met with his multicolored irises; he was floating right above me, and a little too close for comfort, at that.

“Caine, what the hell are you doing in here?” I demanded, slowly calming down from the unwelcome surprise. “I wanted to be alone, if I hadn’t made that clear!”

“Well…” He floated back a few feet, twiddling with his thumbs as he glanced away. He almost looked… nervous? “I felt bad for how I made you feel with the last adventure, so…” He looked back up at me, arms folding behind his back. “I figured I would come and fix the problem!”

“What…?” I paused, eyes narrowing at him. “Fix how?”

“By comforting you, of course!” He floated a little closer, his confidence seeming to return. I watched him nervously; ‘comfort’ could be practically anything in his book.

“You’re avoiding my question”, I said quickly, my eyes never leaving him as I withdrew my arms close to my chest. “What are you planning on doing?”

I merely blinked at him as he halted right where he was and put his arms out invitingly… oh.

“A… hug?” I scoffed without thinking about it, trying to collect my words as he looked taken aback by my reaction. “Look, Caine, I uhh, really appreciate the offer, but I’ll be fine. In fact, umm, I already am fine!” I forced a smile, eyebrows furrowed together regardless. I felt myself begin to sweat as he glanced me over; it was nerve-wracking knowing he was analyzing every single part of my body language.

“It would appear you’re lying, my dear; no need! I can surely have you feeling better in no time!” I sighed in defeat as he put his arms back out completely, nodding at me. It looked like he wasn’t going away until he was sure he had fixed what he had done. In all honesty, I had already forgiven him; he was strangely charming in his own goofy little way. I really couldn’t stay mad at him for long. Plus, I guess I wouldn’t mind a hug…

“Alright”, I finally muttered, putting my arms out in turn.

I squeaked in surprise as he suddenly picked me up, squeezing me and subsequently cradling me in his lap. I hesitantly looked up at him; sometimes I wished he blinked. I slowly wrapped my arms around him, hugging him back. It was… nice. But after only a brief moment, he pulled back, still keeping me in his arms, studying me.

“What are you doing?” I was more confused than anything, but the sentence still began with a stutter, which again appeared to ring alarm bells in his head.

“Hugging does not appear to be enough, so I’m just testing something to see if this method is an option”, he said blatantly. I jumped as he suddenly poked me in the side; I immediately covered the area on reflex, my other hand grasping his wrist. I realized my mistake too late as I looked up and saw him appear to smile.

“Ah! Perfect! Then I should have no trouble cheering you up at all!”

“Wait!” I said in panic as he suddenly positioned his hand in a clawing motion just above my stomach, struggling to get out of his grip as he held me against him.

“You’re confusing me a bit”, he said, cocking his head to the side. “You ask for me to stop, and yet you’re still smiling. Having some mixed emotions?”

I realized I was, in fact, smiling, which was apprehensive to the idea of what he was planning on doing, and also just from nervousness.

“I’m just… I…” I struggled to find words, too flustered to outright say anything.

“You’re just… what?” He paused before he started slowly wiggling his fingers just above me, to my horror. “Maybe this will help you speak your mind?”

“Wait, no, I just-“ I shrieked as he tapped my stomach a few times, hands flying to grasp his wrist once again. “I’m just embarrassed! This is just really embarrassing, okay?” I rushed the words as he showed no signs of stopping, holding back nervous giggles.

“You do appear to be embarrassed, yet also conflicted. Going to push my hand away or just stay posed like that?” He stared at me expectantly, his hand frozen against me. I glanced around, fingers twitching against his arm as I struggled to accept that that was true. It had been a very, very long time since anyone had ever given me affection like this before. What was worse, that didn’t even account for the affection I probably lacked before I joined the circus. Given how easily flustered I was, it was obvious this was all foreign to me. I forced myself to look him in the eyes, only curling in on myself even more as I could tell the bastard was still reading me like a book.

“I…” I swallowed nervously. “I just… I’ve never had…” I found myself unable to look at him, or even continue speaking. There was something buried that felt dangerously close to the surface that I just couldn’t remember – something painful. My smile left my face.

“Oh, sweetheart…” My eyes widened at the sudden nickname, head swiveling to look at him.

“You don’t have to admit it!” I hid my face in my hands as he began slowly dragging a single finger across the front of my body in lazy patterns. “It’s obvious this is a… sensitive subject for you.” I could’ve screamed when he made that stupid pun, only leaning further into him in an attempt to hide.

“If you tell anyone…” I started, muffled by my hands. I shrieked as he suddenly squeezed my side, interrupting me.

“Tell anyone what, my little possession?” The mocking tone of his voice took me by surprise.

“Tell anyone that I… e-enough with the nicknames!” I squeaked, kicking my legs in reflex as he traced across my ribs.

“Tell anyone that you like being tickled?” He said the word with such ease that I gasped, staring at him. He looked down at me for a moment and I could see the gears in his head turning as he read my expression. Then, appearing to smirk (as much as giant teeth can), he snapped his fingers.

“Oh! Embarrassed by the word, hmm?” I rapidly shook my head, to which he only continued to stare, obviously not buying it. “So you are!” He sounded delighted, and I groaned, hiding my face again.

“So don’t say it!” I muttered, my voice sharper than I meant for it to be. I became incredibly suspicious as he went silent, so I looked up at him again. That same blank gaze was returned to me, unmoving.

“Tickle.”

I blinked in surprise before I attempted to sternly tell him off. “H-Hey! What did I just-“

“Tickle, tickle, tickle!” I screeched as he suddenly dug his fingers into my ribs, his other hand that was supporting me scratching under my arm. I struggled to pry his hands from my body, finding that he wouldn’t move at all. I quickly fell into helpless laughter, legs kicking.

“C-Caihaine stahap!”

“Stop what?” He said nonchalantly, feigning ignorance.

“You know exAHACTLY WHAHAT-“ I nearly shrieked as he pinched between my side and hip, squirming in his lap.

“Oh! Is this a bad spot?” I nearly fell into hysterics as he repeated the action as fast as possible.

“Just not- NOT THEHERE-“ I struggled to finish a single sentence, especially when he started rapidly switching places, a loose yet determined grip on me to prevent me from moving very much.

“Where’s this loud voice when you’re performing, my little superstar?” If I could’ve cursed him out for the snide comments he continuously made, I would have.

“Quit it!” I struggled to annunciate through a stream of giggles and my flustered complexion, his hand trailing down to my stomach, drawing more bubbly noises from me.

“Oh, you circus members are always SO delightfully predictable”, he mused, his hand jumping around to a few different spots, gauging my reactions with robotic precision. “Always leaving your weak spots open!”

“Y-You’re so bahackhanded!” I squeaked before finding myself thrashing in his grip and practically snorting.

“Hmmm, I have to disagree there. I’m much more front handed when it comes to playing with my performers! Are you seeing my point of view here?” He suddenly stopped only to wiggle his fingers in front of my face, eliciting nervous giggles as I sank even further into his lap in a subconscious attempt to keep them away.

“No response? Well, at least I know how to make you smile, right?” He moved to squeeze both of my sides at once before spidering; I somehow seemed even more trapped now than I was before, so I opted instead to cover my heated face rather than attempt to escape.

“Careful not to blush too hard… your facial polygons are getting artifacts, dear.”

“Ahand whose fault is thahat?!” I exclaimed, squealing as his hands began traveling up and down, definitely feeling the artifacts forming now if I hadn’t before.

“I’m only cheering you up! You’re the one that chose to be this sensitive…”

“IT WASN’T A CHOICE!” I protested through laughter. It was more than embarrassing to know this AI was managing to tease me into oblivion, able to manipulate my reactions like a puppet on a string. Worst of all, he was cheering me up, and pretty soon I would have to genuinely ask for it to end before he got suspicious-

“So, having second thoughts? Is this method working? Five star review?” He continued reciting practical nonsense, his fingers not missing a beat on wiggling into any hyper-sensitive areas they could find.

I realized it was pointless trying to cover it up; he already knew I was enjoying it. I’d just be prolonging the amount of sarcastic questioning I’d experience, which he’d then accuse me of also liking. I struggled to think of words, any words, while he practically played me like an instrument.

“Okay, OKAYHAY! IT WOHORKED ALRIGHT? NOW STAHAP!” I was surprised when he did finally pause, drawing me just a bit closer, those grotesque eyes within his jaws studying me briefly before he scooped me up, setting me back on the bed and then zooming into the air in front of me.

“I’m just messing with you! Of course it worked! That method has yet to fail me!” I wondered how many other performers he had done this to when he accidentally upset them…

While I was lost in thought, he floated closer, and I came back to attention to find him staring inches from my face. I drew back a bit in surprise before he spoke.

“Still embarrassed by it? Don’t be!” He punctuated his exclamation with a fancy spin. “Just don’t think about the fact that I could hold this above your head forever and there’s nothing you can do about it – it’s that simple!”

I groaned and set my flustered face in my hands… At least the artifacts that formed seemed to have mended themselves. “Right, Caine, that simple…”

I felt a hand gingerly set on my shoulder and looked back up.

“That… was a joke. I won’t tell anyone, ringmaster’s promise!” He nodded to himself and I smiled slightly.

“...Thank you.”

“Anyways, now that you’re a blushy mess rather than a depressed one, I’ll be on my way! You know where to find me!” He glanced about a dozen different ways, which was concerning but not unexpected, before poofing out of my room with a small eruption of cartoonish smoke.

I laughed a bit to myself after he left, contemplating the whole experience. While he struggled to understand things that were inherently human, it was obvious that he was trying… and, at the very least, I wouldn’t complain if he tried cheering me up that way again. Just as long as the last adventure never repeated itself…

[generalllimaginesss]

Beyond

Based on Leon Bridge’s song “Beyond” (one of my absolute favorites). I have so many unfinished drafts, so I decided to go ahead and finish this one. It’s probably terrible, badly proofread, etc., but, if you can, enjoy it :)

btw just about everything in here is completely made up from my imagination, so I’m sorry if there are inaccuracies or anything of the such.

Warnings: cursing, anxiety, birth, slight NSFW (not very detailed though), probably loads of other things but this is all my corrupt brain can think of as of right now

Don’t want to get ahead of myself

Feeling things I’ve never felt

It’s kind of hard for me to explain

Her personality and everything

Brings me to my knees

Jack Hughes was normally one of the most confident individuals. Not in a cocky or arrogant way, but in a way that he knew what he was capable and had to offer, and there wasn’t much that could waiver that feeling.

As soon as Dawson Mercer brought his sister to one of the team’s formal dinners since Ryleigh was out of town, every bit of confidence that Jack had faded into a puddle of self consciousness. He had always prided himself with being smooth with the ladies, but Y/N Mercer was the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on. Her beauty didn’t stop at her looks though, no. She had this ability to captivate Jack, almost trance like. Jack was hanging onto every word of hers, and laughing when she would be quirky or funny.

Jack had never felt this way before. Every time him and Y/N would make eye contact he would fidget with his button up, run his fingers through his hair, and he even caught himself biting his nails a couple of times. Nico picked up on this behavior immediately, and really everybody else that knew Jack did too. This was so out of character for the man, so it was easy to connect the dots to the new girl in the room. Nico decided to rescue his friend from himself, pulling him to the side, away from everybody, and checking in on him.

“Are you ok?” Nico asked, forcing Jack to turn his back on Y/N and pay attention to him.

“Y-yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?” Jack feigned confusion, but immediately began to grin. He knew he got caught, and couldn’t help but feel like this was such a boyish crush.

“Yeah that’s what I thought,” Nico chuckled. “Get it together or else she’s going to think you’re crazy,” Nico gave him a little liquid encouragement from his flask that he kept in his suit jacket and pushed his friend back to where the beautiful Mercer was standing.

Once the conversation was dying within the group, and Y/N had gone to get a drink, Jack followed. Y/N’s back was turned to him, so he gave her shoulder a feather tap with his finger. Jack subconsciously had moved over a bit, causing him to be out of view from the direction in which he tapped. Y/N looked over the original shoulder, and then to the other to see Jack. His face was beet red and he let out a nervous laugh.

“Sorry, um, I’m Jack, but you probably already know that since Dawson is one of my friends,” Jack was looking everywhere except Y/N’s face while he fidgeted his fingers. He was so absolutely mortified of his behavior, but as soon as Y/N opened her mouth his eyes shot up to her. Her voice was angelic, calming and he could sit and listen to her read a phone book.

“Yeah I’ve definitely heard some interesting stories about you. Not too bad though,” she giggled and Jack could feel his heart flutter.

“At least they’re not too bad, haha. Um, I just wanted to ask if you maybe would be available to go get lunch somewhere, or dinner. Really anything that works with your schedule,” Jack rambled on. His teammates, including Dawson, were watching the scene go down. It was absolutely painful watching the always confident professional hockey player melt into a puddle of goop before Y/N, but Dawson couldn’t help but feel a little pride that his sister was the reason.

“Yeah, that would be nice,” Y/N replied with a smile.

“Awesome! Yeah just let me know when, or I’ll ask you and see what works,” Jack felt a little weight off of his chest and turned to walk away.

“Oh, you’re number?” Y/N asked and Jack could feel his cheeks heat up. How stupid did he have to be to forget to ask for her number?

“Yeah, sorry about that,” he apologized and handed Y/N his phone so that she could type in her number. He then sent her a text message so that she would have his. They exchanged smiles, but kept distance for the rest of the night. Jack reunited with Nico and Dawson, finally feeling like he could breathe again.

“That was painful to watch,” Nico laughed. Jack flipped him off and looked at Dawson, who sported the biggest grin on his face.

“I don’t know what the fuck your parents did to create her, but that is a literal angel. Can I please take your sister out on a date?” Jack breathed out, eliciting a laugh from his two friends.

“Yeah, bud. Don’t fuck it up though. You think she’s an angel now, but you don’t want to get on her bad side,” Dawson admitted. Jack smiled, so excited to get to know this mysterious girl that has him absolutely folding.

She shines me up like gold on my arm

I wanna take it slow but it’s so hard

I love to see her face in daylight

It’s more than just our bodies at night

But she’s really temptin’ me, ooh

It had been a solid 3 months since Jack and Y/N had started going out. They didn’t wear a label yet, and the thought of rushing whatever this was absolutely terrified Jack. He had been on the bad end of many relationships, but none of them felt like this. Y/N accompanied Jack to many NHL events and awards, and everybody always commented on how happy the boy was. He couldn’t take any credit though because it was all Y/N.

After he had gotten over his initial nerves, it was like the two had known each other their whole lives. They connected on such a deeper level than just “liking” each other. It was like everything in the universe drove them together. So much so that the physical aspect of what they had was no match to their emotional and mental connection.

Jack wouldn’t lie, there were several times where Y/N would wear things that just made him feel THAT way, but he always managed to keep those feelings in check. The two had kissed, but that’s as far as it had gone so far. That is until their date to the lake.

The annual Hughes’ lake house vacation was in full swing, and this summer Jack decided to invite Y/N. He had planned a romantic date for the two: a picnic on a blanket by the water at sunset. He had packed sandwiches, wine, a homemade charcuterie board, and candles. This girl really had him in the palm of her hand. He was willing to do anything to express the love he felt for her.

They didn’t dress up, both wearing their swimsuits, and that was the problem. Y/N kept glancing at Jack’s body, almost hungrily, hoping he wouldn’t notice. However, when she wasn’t looking, Jack was biting his lip and trying to keep his friend under control.

The dinner went smoothly, and the sunset was breathtaking. As Y/N started to talk about the beauty of the sunset, Jack couldn’t control himself and smashed his lips on hers, his hands cupping her face gently while her hands went to his sides. He laid her down gently, supporting his weight with one arm and letting his fingers caress her skin with the other arm.

This wasn’t like any other kiss that they had before now. The passion that exuded from their bodies was far too great to be confined into a simple kiss. Things got heated to the point where Y/N lost her top in the middle of things. Jack wanted so bad to continue to show her with his mouth how much she meant to him, but he couldn’t help but think that she deserves better than having this moment in the dirt by a lake.

“Y/N I can’t let this be our first time. I need this to be perfect, and getting dirt in places where dirt shouldn’t be is not how I want to remember this,” he panted out. Y/N was slightly disappointed, but her heart grew when she realized that Jack was absolutely in love with her. She smiled, placed a peck on his nose, and placed her top back on.

The walk back to the house was about 10 minutes, and they never let their hands fall apart. They laughed and shared longing glances as they returned to the rest of the boys.

Do you think I’m being foolish if I don’t rush in?

I’m scared to death that she might be it

That the love is real

That the shoe might fit

She might just be my everything and beyond (beyond)

Space and time in the afterlife

Will she have my kids will she be my wife?

She might just be my everything and beyond

“Dude there’s no way you two have been going out for almost 4 months and still haven’t had sex,” Trevor was absolutely shocked. He knew his best friend like the back of his hand, and he didn’t think that Jack had gone 1 month, let alone 4, without sleeping with whatever girl he was with.

“Man, you don’t get it. This one is special. This one deserves for everything to be perfect before she gives herself to me. I can’t let it be in some hotel room that we’re at during the season. Like she’s actually got me thinking about waiting until we’re married,” Jack admitted. He just couldn’t ruin this relationship with her.

He finally asked her to be his girlfriend a few weeks ago, and everything was going so good, but there still wasn’t a time where he felt was perfect for them to take that next step.

“Woah there buddy, marriage?” Trevor’s jaw fell open as he grabbed his phone and turned the speaker button off and put it to his ear.

“Yeah, Z. She’s perfect. There’s never going to be anyone that makes me feel the way she does,” Jack smiled at the thought of building a future with such a special woman. It terrifies him to no end to know that a single person has this sort of effect on him, but he just began to embrace it eventually.

“Do you have a time frame for marriage?” Trevor asked.

“I don’t want to rush things, but I’ve already bought a ring and I’m thinking about doing it when we go home for Christmas,” Jack admitted.

“Oh yeah, no rush, just planning on getting engaged this year, already bought a ring, but no rush,” Trevor mocked, “You’re so fucking whipped, it’s disgusting,” Trevor groaned.

“Nah, Z-Man. I’m so fucking in love,” Jack chuckled on the other end of the phone thinking about his girl.

“Yeah, whatever, shut the fuck up, lover boy,” Trevor was slightly jealous of Jack’s relationship. He could only dream about finding somebody he could love as much as Jack loved Y/N. As much as he was jealous, he was just as happy to see Jack be so happy.

The two hung up the phone and Jack went to admire the ring. A part of him wanted to pop the question tomorrow, but the other part wanted everything to be planned out and perfect. He also was trying really hard not to rush into a marriage, which was a terrifying feeling. Holding yourself back from taking the next step and committing your life to somebody that you are absolutely in love with…there’s no other feeling like it. Jack wanted her for the rest of his life, but he had about 8 months to plan for the most important question of his life.

I wanna bring her ‘round to meet ya

I think you’d like her kind demeanor

I know that Grandma would’ve loved her

Like she was her own

She makes me feel at home

The first time that Jack brought Y/N home to meet his family in Michigan was nerve wracking at first, but turned into memories that he would treasure forever. Luke knew Y/N, but the rest of his family hadn’t gotten the chance to in the 5 months that they had been dating. Schedules were difficult to work with, but when the first opportunity to hop on a plane with Jack to Michigan arose, Y/N jumped on the idea. If his family was anything like him, Y/N would love them.

Jack, on the other hand, wanted them to love her as much as he did. Not that he didn’t think Y/N was good enough for his family, she was perfect. He was scared that his family would be too picky. They expected a lot out of each other, and Y/N was perfect as she was. He just wanted them to see that.

Once they reached the Hughes’ home, Y/N was beaming, and Jack was admiring her giddiness to meet everybody.

They grabbed their bags, and Jack went through the front door. There was a chorus of “Hellos” and hugs before Jack finally took a deep breath in and out.

“Mom, Dad, Quinn, this is Y/N. We’ve been dating for about 5 months now,” he smiled at his girl who was going to hug everybody. God, he loved her so much, and he soon would find out that his family adored her as well.

Later that night, after everyone had ate dinner Jack got the opportunity to sit down with just his mom. They talked about how his life was going, the things he would change about his approach at hockey for the next season, and they finally got on the topic of Y/N.

“So Y/N? How serious are we talking here?” Ellen flashed a cheeky grin at her middle son. As much as she loved him, she knew he held a reputation as a slight player. She was honestly surprised that her son had a relationship that had lasted this long.

“Don’t freak out on me, ok? Let me explain,” Jack began. Ellen looked very confused, but nodded for him to continue.

“I’ve bought a ring,” He stated as Ellen still looked confused.

“Like a promise ring?” She genuinely didn’t think that it was a possibility for him to have bought a wedding ring, like the thought never registered with her until Jack began to rub the back of his neck and began to explain.

“Not exactly. I bought a wedding ring a little while back. But I’m not planning on proposing until around December,” He explained as Ellen’s eyes grew wide and she sucked in her lips, biting them to hold back a miniature freak out.

“Honey, I love you so much. I admire the heart you have and how you love others, I truly do. But what the hell are you thinking? Do you know how much can happen in 8 months? What if she gets cold feet or wants to break up?” Ellen was whisper-yelling at him, trying her best to prevent the others from hearing Jack’s little secret.

The truth is Jack knew his mom had a point, but at the same time nobody truly knew how close Jack and Y/N were. They spent every free moment together and supported each other in all that they did. He just had to trust himself, which is what he had been doing this whole time and it’s paid off so far.

“Mom, I just know that’s who I’m supposed to marry. She’s kind, thoughtful, so selfless. Like when I think about my life partner, there’s nobody else that could possibly fulfill that role. When I think about the person I want my kids to learn from, Y/N is the only person that I would trust to help raise our kids with determination and morals. Please just trust me,” Jack was practically begging his mom.

Ellen couldn’t help but smile at the young love. The mom part of her was petrified that her son would get hurt, but watching Y/N treat them with respect and kindness backed up her son’s words about the girl. She had also never seen her son like this, so he had to be telling the truth.

As she got up from the couch, she ruffled her sons hair and kissed his forehead. “You’re crazy, but I love you,” she whispered in his ear, causing Jack to smiled up at her.

“Love you too, mom,” he blushed at the thought of Y/N Mercer turning into Y/N Hughes.

I give up, I’m in love cryin’ out to you

Oh me, oh my I can’t explain

She might just be my everything

The eight months that followed after his chat with his mom flew by, and now here everybody was gathered at his grandparents house on his dad’s side. Even though his mom’s side was Jewish, his dad’s side still celebrated Christmas with them being catholic. He had made sure to find time and communicate that with Y/N so that they would be making the get together with one another.

He wanted to make sure that Y/N had met everybody in his family before committing to a life with him. He didn’t want to propose in front of everybody, but he definitely needed a little moral support from his immediate family.

Without any doubt, his entire family adored Y/N. She got along with all of his cousins and aunts and uncles, and his grandparents went on and on about how she’s too good for Jack. He fell even more in love with her, if possible, when he caught her playing Barbie’s with some of the younger kids. He pulled his brothers to the side while Y/N was preoccupied to let them in on his plan.

“What I’m about to tell you two must stay between us. The only other people that know is Y/N’s family and mom and dad, ok? Well, and maybe Trevor, but that’s besides the point,” He began.

“I’m asking Y/N to marry me tonight. I’ve got it planned where we’re going to the dock where I’ve got people setting up marquee letters, there’s going to be fireworks and there’s flowers leading the way down there. I’m so fucking nervous right now, like almost as nervous as I was the first time I met her. Please just talk me down,” he rambled on.

Meanwhile his brothers were in shock. They knew that their brother was in love, but it had only been about a year and a half since the two had gone on their first date.

“Look I know you need words of encouragement, but what the fuck, Jack? Why are we just now finding out?” Quinn was the first to speak up, slightly hurt that he was just now hearing of this, but he soon could see how much this meant to his brother, so he warmed up to the idea.

“I needed it to be kept absolute secret. Y/N couldn’t even get a feeling that it was somewhere on the horizon,” Jack explained.

His brothers talk to him for about 30 minutes before people were starting to leave the get together. Jack noticed this and gave a glance to his mom for their family to leave. Jack and Y/N hugged everybody goodbye and drove back to the Hughes home with the rest of his immediate family. They made it there, Jack texting all of the people involved in the proposal eagerly, making sure everything was going as planned.

As they all got out of the vehicle, Jack took Y/N’s hand, smiling at her.

“Why don’t we take a late night walk by the lake? Just a quick one?” Jack asked. Y/N was a bit puzzled, but pulled her jacket tighter and following her boyfriend.

The two talked, walking slowly towards the frozen water. Y/N’s laughter and constant gazing at Jack distracted her from that of the marquee letters for as long as possible until the lights caught her attention and she realized that she was walking on rose petals. The words “Marry Me?” shining through the cold Michigan night.

Jack’s hands were sweating despite the freezing temperatures, but he continued to lead his girl closer to the lights with her hand in his. He could hear her sniffling and glanced over to see tears steaming down her face.

Once they reached the wooden dock, Jack grabbed her other hand and turned her body towards him.

“Y/N Mercer, you’re my absolute best friend. You are the only person that I truly feel this type of love for. I miss you the second I’m away from you, and I count down the minutes until I can see you again. I’ve truly tried to do everything right in this relationship, not rushing things, waiting until marriage, and I just want to be able to spend all of my waking moments with you. I can not bear to think of a life where I don’t have you, and I can’t help but feel like everyday I’m not married to you is a day I’m losing with you,” With that he pulled the Tiffany blue ring box out of his jacket and got down on one knee.

Y/N was almost sobbing at this point, her hands covering her nose and mouth as she watched her best friend on one knee. He truly had done everything right, and it wasn’t even a question if she would marry him.

“Y/N Mercer, will you do me the absolute honor of taking my last name and being my life partner?” Jack asked.

Y/N managed to nod her head, but she didn’t think she could form the ‘yes’ if she tried. She was practically bawling and Jack was infatuated with her.

“Is that a yes,” Jack chuckled and began to put the ring on her finger. She nodded feverishly and leaned into him as he stood up. They shared a passionate kiss, the only thing that could distract them from this moment was the fireworks over the lake and the cheers from the house.

“Oh my God I love you,” Y/N cried as she laid her head on Jack’s shoulder and admired the fireworks.

Once the show had ended they made their way back to the house where they were not only greeted by the Hughes, but also the Mercers. Jack’s brothers and Dawson hugged him and the moms hugged Y/N. Y/N truly couldn’t think of better person for her. She loved his family and him. She couldn’t wait to share a last name with her soulmate.

Space and time in the afterlife

Will she have my kids?

Will she be my wife?

She might just be my everything and beyond

Jack and Y/N had an engagement that lasted 6 months. They both felt like they had just enough time to plan their dream wedding and not feel rushed. Their wedding was absolutely stunning. The cake, the venue, her dress…everything was better than imagined.

Nothing topped the moment, however, when Jack saw Y/N in her wedding dress for the first time walking down the aisle with her dad. Jack’s breath hitched and he felt tears stinging his eyes. He tried to keep it together, he really did, but when Quinn gave his shoulder a squeezed, and Jack looked over at tears in his older brother’s eyes, he began to let his tears fall as well.

Y/N was absolutely stunning. Jack truly didn’t understand how he had managed to not only catch her attention at that party so many months ago, but how in the world had he kept her.

Her dad had announced that him and Y/N’s mom were giving her away and he turned to hug Jack. He gave him a squeeze and whispered in his ear before letting go, “We love you, Kid.” Jack nodded and thanked him.

The ceremony was stunning, and their vows were endearing.

“Jack Hughes, before we get to the sappy stuff I just need to let everybody know how we happened,” Y/N chuckled, her voice hitching when she glanced at him, a tear streaming down Jack’s face.

“Jack Rowdy Hughes was an absolute mess the first night I had met him,” and with that everybody laughed, especially the Devils players that were there to witness the tragedy that was a love stricken Hughes Brother.

“I had always heard stories from Dawson about how bold and straightforward you were, but that night I feel like I knew who you were immediately. You were a man who’s heart held so much love that you couldn’t contain it. I’m so happy and blessed to say that you haven’t wavered, but gotten stronger in your love. You have showed me what true love should look and feel like, and there will never be another person like you. I promise to love, support, and cherish you until my heart stops beating. I promise to calm you down when you chew the ref out for bad calls, and to love you even when you are missing a few teeth. I can’t wait to begin this life with you as your life partner,” Y/N concluded, squeezing Jack’s hand as he composed himself enough to begin his vows.

He had been skeptical at writing his own vows, but in this moment he knew exactly what to say.

“I really wasn’t expecting you to out me like that, but I can’t say anything because it’s true,” He laughed, causing a chain reaction in the wedding guests.

“Y/N Mercer, I knew you were going to be my wife the second I laid eyes on you. I didn’t know how, or when, but I knew that when I envisioned my future, you were there at every important moment. If I’m being honest, I bought that ring a little over 3 months of dating you. Nobody understands me quite the way you do. Sometimes we don’t even have to tell each other how we feel, it’s merely a look and we know. I promise to always put you first. I promise to love you with every single fiber of my being. My life has been filled with so much love and joy since knowing you, and I can’t wait to feel that for the rest of my life,” Jack concluded.

The two exchanged rings and the priest prayed over the two.

“It’s with the utmost privilege that I pronounce you man and wife. Jack, you may kiss your bride,” And at those words Jack smiled at his new wife and planted a loving, eager, tender kiss on her lips.

———

After the wedding, the two could not get enough of each other’s bodies. Waiting for over a year to have sex had built up so many thoughts, and needless to say the two were always busy. After Trevor and Caufield had walked in on them in the middle of it, it was a known fact to knock before coming into their house.

The two weren’t planning on kids anytime soon, but honestly they weren’t trying to prevent it. Money wasn’t an issue, Y/N had landed and job where she could work from home, and they had just recently adopted a puppy that kept her company when she missed Jack during the hockey season.

After feeling like she had the flu for what felt like two weeks, she finally did the math of when her last period was and began to freak out. As soon as she possibly could, she ran to target and bought a variety of different tests, knowing that she was going to take so many of them to be sure whether she was or wasn’t pregnant.

She took about 4, leaving them face up on the bathroom counter as she walked out. She couldn’t possibly just sit there and wait for the results. After her timer on her phone had gone off, she nervously made her way back to the tests. She felt dizzy as every single one indicated that she was, in fact, pregnant.

Jack wouldn’t be home for another 3 days, so she successfully managed to keep her mouth shut about it while she came up with a way to tell him. She managed to get an appointment with her OBGYN and took home the sonograms that were made, the baby so tiny it was hardly noticeable.

She picked out a cute onesy, took a fresh pregnancy test, and placed the sonogram all carefully into a gift bag and left it out on the counter when Jack got home. He curiously walked over to the back and looked at Y/N.

“What’s this for?” He questioned, causing a smile to inch onto his wife’s face.

“Just open it,” Y/N replied, to which he raised his eyebrows cautiously and carefully removed the paper.

The first thing he saw was the onesy, so he was a little confused. But when he saw the sonogram and the test he snapped his head toward his wife.

“Are you serious?” He didn’t think that she would joke about this, but he was in complete shock.

Y/N nodded and made her way to him. They both had tears glistening in their eyes as they embraced. He pulled away from Y/N slightly and looked her in the eyes.

“I’m actually going to be a dad, and you’re actually going to be a mom?” He already knew the answer, but he just needed to hear it from you again.

“Yes, my love. We’re going to be parents!” Y/N squealed.

———

Telling everybody was one of their favorite parts about the pregnancy. Getting to see everybody so excited, and seeing all of the love that was shown to their new little family was amazing.

As soon as Y/N had a visible bump, Jack was obsessed with it. He would rant to it about stupid calls during a game, he would attempt to sing to it, and he would pepper it with kisses all the time. Sometimes he would accidentally let a few curse words slip to it, earning him a thump from Y/N, but she secretly enjoyed seeing him so fascinated with it.

When the bump grew bigger and Y/N struggled with back pain, he would hold her belly for her while she enjoyed the pressure being taken away slightly. As much as she enjoyed feeling the little kicks and flutter, the little one was running out of room to move around, causing mama to struggle with the basics like breathing and walking.

Y/N was at 39 weeks and was feeling absolutely miserable. She felt bad because she was quick to snap at Jack, but he knew it was only because of the life growing inside of her.

The Devil’s had just made it to the playoffs, but had a few days between their next game. Jack was weary to leave the house, even if it was to go practice. He was scared to death that he would somehow be late, or miss his baby’s birth.

After coming home from a pretty intense practice, he found that Y/N was walking laps around their house.

“Babe, you ok?” Jack’s concern seeped through his voice.

“No. I need this baby out. I’m losing my mind,” she groaned. Jack chuckled at this.

“Can we please have sex? I have tried everything else and it’s not working. I’ve tried exercise balls, walking, spicy foods, literally every single thing. I made a list from TikTok videos of things that can induce labor and none of it is working. What I haven’t tried is sex, though,” Y/N rambled on as Jack slowly made his way to his wife. He smirked and grabbed her hips as he led her to their bedroom.

Yeah he was tired and sweaty and actually disgusting, but if Y/N wanted to have sex then that’s what he was going to do.

After undressing each other, Jack laid on his back and had Y/N straddle him. They were extremely limited in the positions they could do, but being on top was equally enjoyable for both of them.

Y/N let out a low moan as soon as she felt him inside of her. She sat still for a few seconds, adjusting to Jack, but then began to bounce up and down.

Jack helped out when he could feel her slow down, supporting her under her thighs and giving her an extra push.

When they swapped positions to doggy style, it didn’t take long for Jack to feel close to the edge. Just as he was about to get off, he felt liquid drip out of Y/N as she let out a hiss.

“Babe that’s a little rough,” she groaned.

“Y/N I think your water just broke, holy shit,” he tried to stay calm, but he was freaking out.

Y/N wasn’t in any significant pain, it just felt like the Braxton Hicks contractions she had been enduring for a few days, that is until she felt a searing pain shoot through her.

“I think we need to go to the hospital,” She announced and Jack immediately got together the hospital bag. The car seat was already in the car, and they were off to the hospital.

They kept track of how far apart each contraction was, and it was averaging about 3 minutes.

Once they got checked into a room, Y/N was able to relax, following all of the steps of her birthing plan.

Jack watched in complete awe. He admired the strength that his wife exuded. She was incredible.

With each contraction, Jack made sure to let her squeeze his hand as tight as she needed to. He tried to help her control her breathing, and all he wished was for the pain to go away and for their baby to be here already.

When the time came to push, he could tell that Y/N was a little scared.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” she cried to Jack. Jack rubbed her shoulders in reassurance.

“Babe you are so fucking strong. You didn’t come this far to back out. You can do anything, especially bring our baby into this world,” he encouraged her. That’s all she needed in order to do just that.

With 4 pushes later, the sound of crying filled the room along with tears from Jack and Y/N. Jack couldn’t help it, he started to sob with Y/N as soon as he saw the baby’s tiny figure. Sure it was a little gross looking with all of the goop on it, but he didn’t care. It was his family that they had built together.

“Congratulations you two! It’s a baby girl,” the doctor announced as he placed the baby on Y/N’s chest. Jack wouldn’t mind being a girl dad, he was ecstatic.

After Baby Hughes was cleaned off and the nurses and doctor checked Y/N out, the three of them had their own time together, alone, for the first time.

“So we do know what we’re going to name her, right?” Jack questioned. The two of them had discussed names for a while now, but Jack honestly couldn’t remember what was decided.

“Ella Dawson Hughes,” Y/N announced. Ella came from Ellen, and Dawson was obvious since without him none of this would be happening.

“Absolutely perfect,” Jack managed to croak out.

After a few hours, the two decided to allow visitors to come in and see the baby. The families were first, followed by just about the whole Devils team, then came the various other NHL players like Trevor, Jamie, Caufield and Turcotte. It was such a beautiful thing to watch these tough athletes turn to mush around such a tiny human. It was even more heartwarming when they hugged Y/N and Jack, filled with so much pride for the two of them.

When the last of the visitors left for the day and it was just Jack holding a sleeping baby Ella, and a sleeping Y/N, he let more tears fall. As much as he had loved his wife, nothing could have prepared him for the surplus of emotions his heart was going through watching his best friend become a mom, and seeing the result of their love coming into fruition.

Baby Ella scrunched her nose, letting out a small cry.

“It’s ok, my love. Daddy loves you,” he let her grip his finger and rocked her slightly, lulling her back to sleep.

This was his life, and he was totally in love with it.

[clonemando]

Aaahhhhhh more kiss fics from you!?! Yes pls!!!

Could I very kindly ask for Fox/Thorn and number 24 - a sleepy kiss pls?

(And thank you for shouting me out as well!)

Thank you for the request! Also all I could imagine during writing this is this: fox is eepy meme and was giggling. Enjoy!

Fox felt like he was floating, like back when he was a cadet and they had swim lessons and they were all taught how to lay on their backs to conserve energy while waiting for rescue. Although that floating was scary because there was a darkness under the waves that could swallow them up at any time. Wherever he was floating now was safe and warm.

"I'm glad you think so Foxy. Does this mean you're finally awake now?" A voice rumbled from under him and sounded close to his ear. It was familiar.

"Thorn?" He asked cracking his eyes open and wincing at the light in the room.

"Yeah, it's me. I told them if you woke up alone you'd go crazy and probably wreck the room before clawing your way into a vent to escape. What do you remember?" He asked and Fox snuggled closer, hiding his face from the light in Thorn's chest feeling a kiss get dropped to his forehead.

"Mmmm there was... A fight?" He tried to figure out what happened but his brain felt like an empty crisper that had been scrubbed clean. He knew there should be more mess in there and no matter how many times he opened the door nothing new was showing up.

"Yeah, Palpatine was evil, which we knew, but he was more evil than we realized. He was gonna try to do some sith ritual on you but you poked me in our bond thing and I was able to get some Jedi to come help. It was a crazy fight and I got my mind jacked for a minute but Windu managed to pull another prime and take his head off. It was satisfying to watch." He admitted and Fox grumbled.

"Don't 'member. Head ain't got no food in it. Like a crisper." He said then frowned into Thorn's chest as his partner laughed at him.

"Yeah turns out he left a lot of darkness goop in our brains. The Jedi helpfully scraped it all out but it takes some of the affected memories with them. The rest of us made video journals first but you were in a... a bad state. So they had to do you without any backlog. Give it some time, we'll get new healthier food in that brain crisper for you Foxy." He promised and Fox wanted to be grumpy about it but everything felt so bright and floaty and nice so he just grunted.

"Need mornin' kiss and some caff... 'm eepy." He whined looking up at Thorn finally through squinted eyes and it earned him another kiss, this time right between his eyes. He almost went cross eyed trying to see it.

"The fox is eepy..." Thorn nearly squeaked looking absolutely gleeful and Fox thought he might need to do something about that but he really was still exhausted and moving to elbow Thorn's kidney would mean having to move and he was so comfortable where he was.

"Thoooorrrnnn... Don't be mean. I'm tired. Can't punch you hard enough." He whined. Thorn finally kissed him on the lips like he wanted.

"Fine. You're just so adorable like this. I need to have the Jedi scrub your brain more often. Just go back to sleep Fox. I'll be here when you wake up again." He murmured and Fox hummed eyes already slipping shut again now he got what he wanted.

"Promise?" Fox asked as sleep started to steal him away again.

"Yeah, I promise." Thorn agreed and Fox felt fingers start petting through his curls and was gone.

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

Vesuvia Weekly: The Marketplace Incident

~ my little written sketch for @vesuviaweekly's prompt "How Things Went Wrong (feat the Arcana familiars)". Enjoy an afternoon from the perspective of my fandom self-insert :3 ~

Word count: 1.5k

The marketplace really is the best spot to write in. The bustle of afternoon shoppers in the sunny square is a soothing view from my shaded nook, tucked between Selasi's booth and an alleyway of stairs. The steady sea breeze makes the parchment in front of me flutter, carrying the smell of spiced bread as it tousles my hair from my forehead.

"Need a refill?" The baker leans on the stone wall above the low table I'm pretending to draft my next story on. "Maybe it will help the ink flow better."

"Thanks, Selasi, but I'm afraid I've barely had a sip." I gesture to my mostly-full clay cup. "It's a good blend, though - what did you use for it this time?"

"A craftsman never shares his secrets." He hunches closer, not-so-subtly trying to sneak a peek at my handwriting. "What is today's writing about? More of our six friends' adventures, by a friendly young man whose signature is a rotting brain?"

I roll my eyes at his teasing smile. "Okay, using the moniker 'brainrot' doesn't automatically mean gruesome physical decay -"

We both jump at the sudden cat's yowl from the direction of the baker's counter. A fuzzy orange blur streaks to my corner, tiny claws digging into my shirt as it uses me as a ladder to get to Selasi's shoulder.

"Pounce? What is it, little one?"

"Bad dogs!" Faust's face pops into view, her body slowly unwinding from the cloth umbrella over me.

I barely have time to stabilize her plop onto my arm before I catch sight of two more barking fuzzy blurs tearing around the corner, a screeching raven flapping frantically after them. All three start heading in my direction as soon as they see me stand up to intervene. "Mercedes, Melchior! Come here!"

As ill-trained as I know Lucio's dogs are, the half-finished roll I hold out in their direction is more than enough to convince them. They slide to a halt in front of me, paws and tail still skittering from side to side, eyes trained on the treat. The flustered raven descends on my shoulder and Faust scoots onto Selasi's arm to give him more space.

"It's rare to see these fellows here without their owners ..." The baker runs his hand over Pounce's bushed-out tail in a soothing arc. "Did something happen?"

"What didn't happen?" I mumble in response. I don't think I recognize the strange goop Faust has left on my shirt, or the hooped earring in Malak's beak, or the concerningly pleasant smell wafting off of the dog's silky coats. I hold out my palm in front of the bird on my shoulder. "Give me the shiny, please. Which friend did you take this from?"

"Took it when I squeezed!"

"Who did you squeeze, Faust? Was it Julian?"

"Stinky count. Stole my fishies!"

The hissed voice clearly belongs to a cat, but it's not coming from the trembling ginger tabby in Selasi's arms. Pepi lopes into view on the wall above me with a smug look on her little face. Oh, right. I keep forgetting that she learned how to talk ...

"Lucio ... stole your fish?"

"Pepi earned the fishies - Pepi was a good cat and caught all the rats! Went to the docks to get the fishies, but he took them first!"

I try to piece the narrative together, noticing what looks like a pearly white owl listening in from the roof of the booth. "So ... Portia went to buy Pepi some fish, but Lucio bought them first? Where did the earring come from?"

"Master tried to help!"

"Oh, did Asra try to trade their earring for the fish? I thought his piercings closed up years ago."

Malak caws loudly in protest. Faust wiggles and bobs from her perch on Selasi's shoulder as the distant owl takes off for a different corner of the marketplace.

"Not Master's earring."

I study the golden hoop, finally catching the protective gleam in Malak's eye. "Ohh, this is Julian's, isn't it? Okay, from the top." I watch five pairs of animal eyes point back in my direction. "Portia went to get fish for Pepi, but Lucio bought them first. Asra tried to intervene, and then Julian offered an earring that he apparently owns to bargain for the fish with. Is that right?"

I almost miss the variety of nods when a thick coat of fur unexpectedly brushes across the backs of my knees. When I look down, it's right into Inanna's bright green eyes - and the torn bag of rice in her mouth. She drops it at my feet, spilling the grains across the ground and sending Malak into a flurry of indignant squawks. The wolf curls up for a nap at my heels, completely unfazed. Selasi gently sets Faust on my abandoned parchment and returns to his oven with an amused "good luck!"

"O-Okay." I drag my hand down my face and do my best to analyze the mess. "So why do the dogs smell nice, why is Faust slimy enough to smudge my ink, and why am I the one currently holding Julian's mystery hoop?"

"Squeeze the thief! Rescue the shiny! Run away fast!"

Faust bleps her tongue proudly, while Pepi takes a smug seat on the stones and the dogs begin to growl. One warning huff from the large wolf pretending to sleep behind me quietens the impending ruckus.

"And ... do I want to know about the slime and the fruity smells?"

Pepi yawns above me, slowly succumbing to the sun-warmed wall. "Beauty stall."

Faust curls herself elegantly over my story draft in an attempt to flaunt her shiny scales. "Moisturize."

"You're practically glowing, Faust. Such a beautiful girl!" Asra's trotting in my direction, a very sweaty pair of Devorak siblings close behind and a red-faced ex-count bringing up the rear. The magician scoops her up off of the table, my freshly hydrated parchment going with it, as Pepi uses the top of my head as a springboard into Portia's arms. Julian gives his judgemental raven a sheepish look before brightening at the earring in my palm.

"Did you leave us the rice trail, Faust?" Asra scritches the serpent's chin.

"Wait - rice trail? What rice trail? Is that how you knew where you were going? Where did they get - my rice!"

Inanna gives the shocked doctor a guiltily amused look, nudging the torn bag with her nose and watching the last of the grains spill onto my feet. Lucio straightens from where's been fussing over his perfumed dogs, finally catching his breath.

"Hah! Serves you right for trying to take my fish!"

Portia bristles and turns on him as Inanna slinks off to the large figure skulking in the shadows several booths away. "Your fish? That vendor and I have been friends for three years, you heard him say that I'd get first pick!"

I can't tell if Lucio is grinning or gritting his teeth. "Does it matter? I already paid for those things, they were the least smelly ones!"

"Enough!" The Countess's firm voice rings across the corner of the square, effectively halting the brewing squabble that's hijacking my writing corner. Chandra reassumes her perch on the baker's booth roof as Nadia rubs her temples in resigned frustration. "I have already paid for a year's worth of cosmetics. I have no interest in paying for your argument with a headache as well."

She heaves a tired sigh as the familiars settle in with their owners, sparing me a comforting glace. "Considering the paperless state of your table, I trust there were no writing casualties involved?"

Portia scurries over with a worried look. "Oh, I'm so glad you hadn't started yet!"

"Well ..."

"I think we did interrupt him, unfortunately." Asra's already taking a seat at my table, holding a fresh bowl of rolls in one hand and my smudged paper in the other while Faust hides guiltily in their shirt. "What's a 'ringtone'?"

Julian helps himself to the paper. "Allow me - perhaps I can shed some light on - ah!"

I've already given up hope on restoring my draft, so I don't wince nearly as badly as my friends do as a sharp, golden hand snatches my handwriting and rips it in the process. Lucio's pout deepens the further he reads. "I'm not in this."

"He's probably not finished it." Nadia holds her hand out, impervious to Lucio's begrudging surrender, and carefully offers the paper back to me. "We should leave you in peace, or you'll never meet your deadline."

Portia takes the cue and begins herding Lucio back to the docks for a fresh round of fish. Nadia gives Asra a pointed look, resulting in them stuffing the last of their roll into their mouth and rising from the cushions. They leave the last two pieces of bread for me.

"Julian," I call as he turns away, "one more question."

"Ah - yes?"

"What's the story with the earring?"

"Oh!" He flushes unexpectedly, fumbling the hoop away into his pocket. "... it, ah, it doesn't go in my ear. Adieu!"

[itgirlmind]

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 𝒾𝓉 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁 𝓂𝑒𝒹𝒾𝒶 　ﾟ･｡･ﾟ

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Oh, the Internet. A myriad of a million hyperlinks, videos, and social media platforms barraging us with contradicting advice from every single angle...and here I am to throw some more in your lap! Below are a handful of online blogs, Youtube channels, and Spotify podcasts that I myself love and live by. Truthfully, I did plan on adding a list of self help novels that transformed me into moi but....there's just far too many. Perhaps another time, my darlings! I sincerely hope that the media I've included here resonate with you and allow you to step into your highest self. Enjoy!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ blogs

La Vie En Rose Diaries by Blair Natalia

Blogpost of Choice: Why I’m Treating Myself like the Princess I Deserve to Be ♡

The It-Girl Diaries by Lydia

Blogpost of Choice: Becoming Your Own Version Of 'That Girl'

The Skinny Confidential by Lauryn Bosstick

Blogpost of Choice: How to Remove Toxicity From Your Mind And Body

Aria Kaiser by Aria Kaiser

Blogpost of Choice: Lets Talk Food

The It Girl Guide (TIGG) by Sky Haarsma

Blogpost of Choice: Our It-Girl Essentials

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ podcasts

Early Call Her Daddy episodes

Sofia With An F by Sofia Franklyn

Busy, Yet Pretty by Jadyn Hailey

The Wellness Cafe by Trinity Tondeleir

The Skinny Confidential by The Skinny Confidential

The Balanced Blonde by Jordan Younger

The Blonde Files by Arielle Lorre

Already Friends by Allison Wetig and Ceara Kirkpatrick

Middle Ground by Jo Johnson and Caroline Stelte

Crying In Public by Sydni and Sarah

The School of Greatness by Lewis Howes

The Tony Robbins Podcast by Tony Robbins

Trying Not To Care by Ashley Corbo

For You From Eve by Olivia Eve Shabo

Unf*ck Your Brain by Kara Loewentheil

The Psychology Of Your 20's by Jenna Sbeg

Habits Of A Goddess (Affirmations)

The goop Podcast by Goop Inc.

Almost 30 by Krista Williams and Lindsey Simcik

Guide Me Glow by Shannon Tang

Girls with Goals by AnnCatherine and Caroline

Hot Girl Energy by Kaylie Stewart

The Bossbabe Podcast by Natalie Ellis and Danielle Canty

Girlboss Radio by Puno

Gals On The Go by Danielle Carolan and Brooke Miccio

Girls That Invest by Sim and Sonya

Her First $100K by Tori Dunlap

Victoria's Thoughts by Victoria de Vall

Breaking Beauty by Jill and Carlene

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ youtube channels

Alay Bowker x Give Me Glow ; vlogs, guides, and inspo

Alyse Parker; wellness, lifestyle, and spirituality

Claudia Sulewski; vlogs, style inspo, lifestyle

dear peachie; beauty, makeup tutorials, makeup trends

Elena Taber; vlogs, lifestyle, and travel

Emma MacDonald; vlogs, hauls, and modeling

Eva Meloche; vlogs, lifestyle, organization inspo

Maddie Lymburner; meals, workouts, lifestyle inspo

MadFit; every type of workout for every type of fitness journey

Makayla Merie; vlogs, workout attire, lifestyle inspo

Meghan Livingstone; holistic nutrition, gut health, meal inspo

Romee Strijd; VS angel turned vlogger

The Skinny Confidential; recipes, girl talk, and wellness

Thewizardliz; the queen of having an "it girl mindset"

Yoga With Adriene; yoga for everybody!

Much love, Auden♡

[tmntxthings]

Can we get some head canons of how the rise boys react to the reader getting hurt after the events of the movie? Definitely sprinkling some angst and fluff in there

Solace With You

author’s note: so i started this and my phone glitched after i had raph’s done and most of leo’s super sad it didn’t save D:

so i know this kind of deviated from what you really asked for, idk why but i couldn’t stop myself when it came to raph and leo, they had been through so much in the movie that I made it more about their sufferings and reader doing their best to comfort >.< please let me know what you think! i hope, dear anon, that this is still acceptable

i did get two out of the four though! maybe i can make a part two to get the flip side of leo & raph’s reactions… thoughts? anyways enjoy ~~~~

warnings: mentions of 2022 movie scenes, spoiler alert, violence, angst, fluff, established relationships, hurt to comfort

Raphael

you knew something was wrong when a whole day went by without even a message from raph, the two of you had a strict rule when it came to worrying about the other

you had went off to college that year, and it had made you busy and the communication wasn’t always there, raph kept busy too with hero duties

but when you had a paper due suddenly, forcing you to spend hours researching and more writing, you had passed out without a second thought forgetting about the rule

at the 24 hour mark, Raph asked Donnie to borrow the turtle tank, he needed to make sure you were okay. it wasn’t like you to not reply, even though Donnie confirmed you were in your apartment it still didn’t deter Raph’s worry

“Please be okay,” Raph said to himself as he rang the doorbell, once, twice, he was impatient and started to bang on the door with his fist. You had slumped out of bed, jarring the door open with red bleary eyes

“Raphael?” you croaked as you rubbed your eyes in disbelief. was it night?? how was he here?! He immediately engulfed you into a hug, pulling you up into his arms as his worry and stress slipped away. the relief he felt just to know that you were okay, nothing had happened

When he explained why he was here and told you how worried he had been you apologized profusely and cried your eyes out in the crook of his neck. You promised you wouldn’t let it happen again as he patted your back and carried you to your bedroom.

The rest of the night had been in each others arms and it had been 6 months later until you had finally felt what he had went through

“Please,” you cried into your phone, “if anyone can just let me know if you guys are okay-“ you broke off the sentence not being able to continue with so much emotion. By the second day, the news already covered that the kraang, an alien race had taken over New York City

You didn’t care that alien mutant monsters were roaming the streets, you got in your car and headed to the sewers, you couldn’t just sit by unknowing, you needed answers, you needed Raph.

When the streets were filled with unmoving cars, you walked seven miles to reach the lair. But the second home that it had become looked foreign, it had been ransacked and red and green goop stained the walls and floor. You sank to your knees, not knowing what to think, only feeling crushed with despair

*Ding!* ‘don’t worry we have a plan’ Donnie’s text had been fleeting but it was all you needed to hold onto hope, you didn’t receive another message til the fight was won

the aftermath had been hard for everyone, raph came out with some areas of his brain damaged at what he guessed was from the kraang’s intrusion on his mind and the forced mutation to become part kraang, he also had issues with his eyes (particularly his right retina)

the two of you had slept together for two straight weeks, Raph felt like he hadn’t done enough to protect his brothers, to be a better leader, he was so hard on himself for having fought with Leo, then almost losing him

“No Raph please, don’t beat yourself up over this, you did as much as you could, all of you did” you were laying together and you had your arms around his neck pulling his face to yours. “Y/n,” his voice broke “I just don’t know if we can come back from this,” he sounded so scared.

“You can Raph, we all will, it will take time but we can take it one step at a time, together,” you whispered soothing words to him as his tense body finally relaxed, you kissed his forehead, then his nose, and then finally to his lips

He met yours desperately, pouring out his emotion, Raph was so thankful that you were there, that you were here in his bed, in his arms, safe

Leonardo

you knew that the weight Leo returned with was heavy, he was physically and mentally in pain, even when he slept he couldn’t get away from what had happened, what the kraang had put him through

he thought the entire thing was his fault, he felt so incredibly guilty and it had pushed him to give his all, in the prison dimension a part of him felt like he deserved it, that this was a small price to pay for his brother’s safety, as long as they were okay

Donnie had immediately put Leo on bed rest for a couple of weeks, he needed the most time to heal, you were there through it all, when the nightmares came you were there to wake him, to hold him, to tell him that he was okay, he was with everyone and he had saved them all

So most nights it was the two of you together, but there had been moments when the brothers had asked for time, and you hadn’t woken any of them up if you found them sleeping peacefully together

Leo liked to joke about how he had everyone wrapped around his three fingers, holding up his cast laughing when he was waited on all of you by hand and foot, “it’s always been that way Leo,” you teased smiling at him

“Who knew that this is what it would take to get you guys to bend to my every wish” he snickered looking mischievous, you shook your head lovingly.

“Tell me..” he said reaching for one of your hands and you immediately scooted in closer, you had been sitting on a chair at his bedside “do you think you could love me even though I’ll only have one arm?” it was said jokingly but you could tell it had a deeper meaning

do you love me even after all of my mistakes?

“I wouldn’t have it any other way Leo,” you squeezed his hand gently “I love you so much, and besides” you laughed through the tears as they slipped down your cheeks “I’m sure Don will hook you up with some awesome prosthetic!”

Leo sniffed, holding back his own tears, he had cried too much already. He nodded until he was sure his voice was steady, “touché, that brother of mine will hook me up big time”

Donatello

As soon as he was given a brief moment to recollect, when they had been planning on Raph’s rescue or in his escape pods, he took those moments to text you, to look at your location

It made it that much harder for you to keep Donnie unaware of your situation, because you knew he was fighting for the whole world, for his brothers, and if he had any idea of your reality during the kraang attack, he wouldn’t have had his mind in the fights

It would’ve been on you, worrying even more than he already was, thinking that you were at least okay, maybe scared, but Donnie thought most of the enemy had surrounded him and his brothers

He hadn’t had much time to think about all the human alien mutants being controlled by the kraang. Nor the warfare that would destroy New York City to its core

You had been on your rooftop, it hadn’t been the safest thing to do but you had to see, the sky turning ugly as it was invaded by kraang ships or weapons, you hadn’t known at the moment so all you could do was guess

When you heard the screams you decided it wasn’t safe enough to keep risking your life out on the roof for the off chance to catch a glimpse of the turtle you loved so dearly, but as you took the stairs back down into your complex the ground started to shake

“Oh god,” you said holding onto the sides of the railing, forcing yourself to keep going, you wouldn’t fall down in fear. When you reached your door it felt like a full on earthquake, and that’s when all hell broke loose.

Inside your apartment you had thought you would be safe but as the ground split and rose in different places, your place was so jostled that the fridge fell clean over, you had been in the wrong place at the wrong time and even as you jumped to try and get out of the way, it landed. On your legs.

You had screamed in pain, crying for help for hours as you tried reaching for the phone that had been in your hand the entire time, except for when u fell, it had crashed down to the floor just out of reach as you were squished in place. No matter of pulling got you any closer, and when you dared to try and move, it only caused more pain.

“This is so pathetic!” You banged your fist into the wooden floor as you saw your phone flash with a light of a notification. Donnie checking in, then again, until he couldn’t do so anymore until the fighting was over.

When Donnie finally got to your place he was yelling. “Y/N!” You heard from the stairwell, “DONNIE,” you wailed out in agony, the tears that had dried up in your eyes as you tried to concentrate, telling yourself that Donnie would come, started flowing uncontrollably.

Mere seconds was all it took for Donnie to heave the fridge off of you, pure adrenaline pumping through his veins. “Oh no no no,” he said in terror as he saw the bruises. “I’m so sorry Y/n” he bent down trying to be gentle as he picked you up.

You needed medical attention immediately and he couldn’t do anything here in your trashed apartment. You tried to bite down on your lips, holding in a strangled scream as he lifted you from the ground. “I’m here, I’m sorry” he apologized again and again

“You’ll be okay Y/n, don’t worry I’ll take care of you, I promise, oh why!” It was like every time he tried to reassure you he would look down at yours legs and have his whole train of thought crushed. When the pain killers kicked in and you could think other thoughts you told him, “Donnie, listen to me, this isn’t your fault. You were quite busy saving the world..” your hand limply reached out to his

He grabbed it, “I don’t want to live in a world where you aren’t in it Y/n” he said fiercely. You didn’t think it had been that close of a call to death, but Donnie wasn’t hearing any of it. You didn’t say any more as you slipped into unconsciousness.

You needed a wheelchair for a long time after that and it had been hard adjusting, but Donnie had been there through everything. He had built you not one but two wheelchairs and was working on two more. “Don, do you really think I need a jet pack wheel chair?”

He sheepishly looked down at his blueprints. Pushing his bandana off of his face as he shrugged. “I don’t know what else to build, plus it wouldn’t hurt, what if you need a quick get away, or I don’t know just wanna fly in general..”

“Would you fly with me?” You asked quietly, a soft smile on your face. He nodded, “of course, it’ll be a date!” You smiled, “we’ll be like jasmine and aladdin, magic carpet ride!” you giggled and he melted at the sound. He would build you anything at all just to hear that sound again.

Michelangelo

It had been a long 8 months after the kraang were defeated. You knew that Mikey was great at being optimistic, and sometimes he had told you how even through the toughest moments in their battle he had never given up.

Mikey had faith in his brothers, they always knew what to do. But the cost that his brothers had to pay had somewhat changed him, even if most didn’t notice it. He himself hardly thought of it.

The dark thoughts only came when someone was hurt. It reflooded him with the emotions of seeing Raph turned into something against his will, then Donnie sticking his shell out for him again and again, and Leo… it had been what pushed Mikey to do the impossible

So after 8 months of it all, watching his brothers recover and things go back to somewhat normal, he hadn’t expected a call from you to bring him back into those dark days. “Mikey- agh,” your voice was serious and sounded strained through the phone.

“Y/n?? What is it?? What’s wrong?” Mikey started to panic. Getting up from his seat in the living room, already heading for the sewer manhole. “I’m hurt Mike, I cut myself by accident real bad”

He talked you through keeping pressure on the wound. Try to stop the bleeding as much as possible and keep it raised, he had become very interested in basic first aid kit knowledge after the kraang. Even though he wasn’t a full on medic he knew the groundwork, he even could stitch someone up.

You had needed four stitches and Mikey had done them all, he was very careful and precise, the hands of an artist. “Sorry,” he would say in concentration as you winced. He had gone quiet as he finished bandaging you up. “Mikey? Are you okay?” You asked when he came back from getting you a glass of water.

“I just don’t want to see anyone hurt anymore…” he sighed as he came over to you and pulled you close, careful around your wound. You nodded knowing who he all meant, “you’ve got magic hands my love” you told him giving him a loving smile as he pulled back slightly

“I’ve been told that a couple times,” he couldn’t help but let out a laugh, thinking of Casey and his brothers. “I can’t promise that accidents won’t happen Mikey, but I do promise that I’m never leaving you ever.” You poured out your heart wanting him to know how you felt.

“Yeah, there’s no place you can go that I can’t follow,” he winked, letting his hands flare up and leave a sparkly orange dust in its trail all the way to where he booped your nose. “Wouldn’t have it any other way!” You said as he moved his hand to cup your cheek and the two of you kissed.

[gumnut-logic]

Sweetapple Slices - Slice 2

Sweetapple | Dear Mr Tracy | Along the way | Slice 1 | Slice 2

@idontknowreallywhy asked a question and I tried to answer it, but Alex and Virgil refused to behave, so we have a fic, but no answers. Also, fic is sugary sweet goop.

Oh, and it should be noted that all these Slices are standalone fics within the universe - consider them slices of life with these two :D

Many thanks to @onereyofstarlight for the read through. Again, I might need to offer her that dental plan. Also to @idontknowreallywhy for egging me on.

I hope you enjoy this romantic sugar fest.

-o-o-o-

“You know, isn’t all this stuff secret?” Alex gestured around him.

Virgil shrugged and tilted his head. “You looking to sell it to anyone?”

Alex’s eyes widened. “God, no! I wouldn’t-“

The rescue operative grabbed him by both arms. “Hey, I’m kidding. We know you wouldn’t do such a thing.”

Alex froze. “We?”

Those gorgeous biceps relaxed just a little. “You don’t think we let just anyone onto our Island, do you?” And he arched a lovely eyebrow.

“You have such beautiful eyebrows.”

Both suddenly shot up.

Oh, did he say that out loud?

Eh, blame it on the concussion…from a few days ago now. The Tracy family had shown no sign of needing to kick him, or his mum, off this amazing chunk of rock. Today Virgil was off rota and Thunderbird Two was set for regular maintenance, so he had been asked down here to ‘keep Virgil company’.

So far ‘maintenance’ had consisted of staring up at the great green Thunderbird, staring around her hanger, an extended session of smooching under her tail fin, and now he was sitting on the edge of Thunderbird Two’s co-pilot seat caught between stunned amazement and the percentage chance of another snoggy in the corner.

Any corner. There were at least four in the cockpit. Did that roof hatch open?

Honestly, he had never thought this would be his state of mind when he finally got to see all of this up close.

Of course, it wasn’t the first time he had been aboard Thunderbird Two. But last time had been sudden and unexpected and his brain had been fretting over so many things.

Now he was so happy he was likely to blow a blood vessel or something.

“Yours aren’t bad either.”

What? He scrolled the conversation back a little. Oh, eyebrows. Huh. “Never thought about them much. Yours, however, definitely require thorough consideration.” He reached up a hand, and hesitating for permission, brushed a finger the length of Virgil’s left eyebrow.

Chocolate eyes eyed him from beneath. “This is new.”

Be daring. “All of this is new.” He withdrew his hand.

“You have a point.” As if in revenge, Virgil reached up and brushed a tangle of Alex’s messy blond hair behind an ear. “I can definitely get used to it.”

He also had the most beautiful smile.

Okay, he had to stop this line of thought before he grabbed Virgil and really embarrassed himself.

“Um, yeah.” He gestured vaguely around the cockpit. “How long have you been flying Thunderbird Two?”

Virgil sat back a little and let go of Alex. “Nine years as her primary pilot. Took over from my Uncle in ‘55. Though there has been some downtime during that time.”

“And you keep her maintained?”

“Me and Brains.”

“Who’s Brains?”

Virgil’s lips twisted. “You haven’t met him yet.”

Oh.

“Don’t worry.” Virgil reached across the dash and flipped a few switches. “He tends to keep to himself. I’ll drag him out of his lab later.” His finger retreated to his jawline. “I think you’ll like him.”

“I will?”

“You’ll see.”

Okay, be mysterious.

“Would you like some coffee?”

Alex stared at him. “You’re really asking that question? Even after how many times I’ve managed to steal coffee off of you.”

Virgil smirked as he stood up. “It was really only once and you were very amusing.”

“Amusing!”

Virgil was laughing as he strode over to a corner of the cockpit, hit some buttons, and revealed the holy grail of all coffee.

Alex couldn’t help but stand up and be drawn to it. Virgil had given him the plans to this creation from heaven, but between Siliwrap and Virgil’s visits, he hadn’t managed to find time to finish putting it together yet.

Besides there was something about the coffee being handed to him by a visiting handsome rescue operative that was its own kind of addictive.

And Virgil always brought plenty.

His drug dealer of choice, apparently.

“Hey, you still with me?” A hand was on his arm and Alex realised he had been standing, staring at the holy grail like a stunned mullet just a little too long.

Virgil had that worried medical frown on his face again.

He had done that a lot over the last couple days.

The man had enough bruises on his arms and legs to pop Alex’s eyes out of their sockets - something about a roof almost falling on him during the Gisborne rescue. Yet Virgil brushed it off as a day-to-day thing.

He was ‘fine’, don’t you ‘worry’, happens ‘all the time’.

But the scattering of bruises Alex possessed, the headache that popped up every now and again, and any slight croakiness of his voice and Virgil was all over him with that yellow scanner thing.

Speaking of which…

Alex grabbed Virgil’s wrist gently as he attempted to wave a randomly appearing scanner over Alex’s head. “I’m okay, Virgil.”

The wrist in his hand relaxed and the yellow light switched off. A gentle tug and Alex let Virgil’s wrist go and the man turned away, stashing the gadget back into wherever it came from.

It was very obvious that Alex had scared him by being caught in the earthquake.

Alex took that extra step closer, slipped up behind, and slid his arms around the man’s chest, resting his chin on Virgil’s shoulder. “I’m okay.”

Heavy lifting arms wrapped around his. “I know.”

“You do realise you have brought me into the presence of the machine that makes your glorious coffee. I mean, I should be kneeling on the floor, bowing in reverence.” A smile. “Give me something to hold so I can drop it in amazement.”

Virgil chuckled. “I doubt you could pick me up.”

“Is that a challenge?”

Virgil twisted himself around in Alex’s arms until they were facing each other. “I could say that you already have, but that pun line is groan-worthy.”

Alex did groan, but then Virgil’s lips found his and he was suddenly very much distracted.

Yes, this corner would do nicely.

-o-o-o-

[seiya-starsniper]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass it on to some other writers if you like. Let’s spread the self-love 💜 (i personally hate these sorts of chain-letter things, so no pressure, but i do like to know which of their works a given author particularly loves, so consider this an opportunity to celebrate your work!)

Thank you darling!!! 💖💖💖 I previously answered this ask here, but I figured, I'd do it again and pick a totally different set of fics that I love! Sorry for taking so long to answer, the brain juice being goop is SO REAL this week.

Calla Lilies - (Nygmobblepot/Gotham). This fic was so much fun to write, and I had so much fun doing flower meaning research for it.

they say our love's just like Magic - Dreamling crack treated seriously, and one of the best times I've had co-writing something with my bestie @gil212 (who doesn't have an AO3). Also cannot forget the amazing @spockandthings inspired me to write it! 💖

A View to a Dream - (Dreamling James Bond AU) I spent AGES rewatching James Bond scenes via youtube to write this AU, and it made my 00Q so happy. I adore the fuck out of this fic and it's been getting some new love lately so I absolutely have to include it.

Let's conspire to ignite - (Dreamling fuck or die) My first foray into the fuck or die trope, and honestly, it was a blast! I also very very much enjoyed the agony I place on my readers between chapter 1 and 2 🤣

When the dream touches ground, the demons walk in - (Johanna/Calliope canon divergence) - Another fic I love that's been getting some new attention lately! I love love love this fic, it was so much fun trying to write a scenario where Johanna rescues Calliope. I do have a sequel planned for the two of them rescuing a still trapped in the fishbowl Dream, so stay tuned 👀👀👀

Thanks for the ask my dear! I'll definitely try to pass it along!

[roxannarambles]

Title: Wings of a Butterfly, Eye of the Tiger (Part 1)

Ship: Nemona x Juliana (Julinemo/Terajules)

Summary: Nemona and Juliana just can't resist returning to Area Zero once more. They find new places to explore, new pokemon to discover, and a new things to learn . . . about pokemon battling, but also about each other.

Notes: Okay guys, so there's a story I started on but I got a lot going on in life atm, so I may not finish this story anytime soon (or at all). Burned out on writing and got IRL stuff to deal with, you know how it goes.

That said! I decided I want to post the first chapter anyway, because it was fun to do and I thought folks might enjoy it on its own. So here you go. :D This is meant as a sequel to my story Picnic in Paradise.

You were in the middle of history class and you were so bored. Professor Raifort was on a tangent about some musty old ruins she’d studied in Kalos, and you could tell she wasn’t going to get back on track anytime soon. It wouldn’t be so bad if you were sitting next to Nemona, but Raifort assigned seats to students specifically to prevent friends from chatting during class. It was ruthless, cruel. You didn’t dare pull your phone out either, Raifort went into a rage if she saw any student fiddling with their “damned technology” in the middle of her class. You heaved a sad sigh, drooped over with your chin resting on your desk, gazing at Nemona’s ponytail and wishing you could talk to her. If only you could text her without Raifort noticing . . . ugh . . .

A silly idea popped into your head. You sat up and looked down at your notebook, then glanced up at Raifort. Hmm . . .

You picked up your pencil and scribbled out help me nemona my brain is going to melt into goop if I have to listen to her talk about excavation units for any longer

Slowly, you tore the piece of paper out of your notebook, so as not to make any noise, then folded it up. Nemona was sitting two rows ahead of you, but you knew the student sitting between you fairly well, they liked to talk to you about bug types sometimes. You tapped their arm gently and showed them the note, giving your head a little nod in Nemona’s direction and flicking your eyes back to them, trying to broadcast your intent. They seemed briefly confused but then quickly got the idea, taking the note and passing it without question. You watched Nemona accept the note with a puzzled look and unfold the paper, reading it. Then she cast a quick glance behind her, catching your eye. You grinned at her and she stifled a giggle.

After about a minute, you saw Nemona slide a note onto your classmate’s desk with a nervous expression, and they passed it along to you. You unfolded the paper.

there’s only 20 minutes left girl, you can survive. we can have a battle after class :)

That did sound nice, but 20 minutes felt like an eternity in this classroom. You wrote out another note.

okay sounds good. btw I can’t wait to go back to our secret place, think we can do that anytime soon? been thinking a lot about what we’re gonna do there next.

Then you spent some time doodling some pokemon, a large tiger with sabre teeth and angry eyes and a Pawmot facing off against it, punching it with an Ice Punch. You added a Rockruff behind the Pawmot, wagging its little tail and panting. You wrote out ‘You’ next to the Pawmot with an arrow and wrote ‘Me’ next to the Rockruff. Then you folded up the note and passed it forward.

You couldn’t see Nemona’s reaction, but eventually she passed another note back to you.

jules if the teacher catches us we’re gonna get in so much trouble. we’re champion rank trainers we’re supposed to set an example and stuff!

also I can’t wait to go back too, maybe this weekend? 

You snorted, amused at the mixed messages she was sending. She even included a little drawing too, it looked like her Pawmot and your Gengar holding hands and smiling, under a little rainbow. The word Us was scrawled above them. 

Nemona was not good at drawing. You still loved it more than any other piece of art on earth. You folded it up carefully and tucked it away in your pocket to keep. Then you wrote out another note.

if you can do it this weekend then heck yeah I’m in. can’t wait <3 <3  I love your drawing. 

You handed it to your classmate to pass forward. They accepted it with a sigh, looking a little weary by now with being used as a messenger, but passed it on anyway. Raifort had finally finished with her tangent and was writing stuff out on the chalkboard, but you couldn’t be bothered to care. You were too busy watching Nemona drawing something in her notebook, apparently concentrating very hard. It took her a good five minutes, but she finally finished, folding it up and turning to pass it back.

Except she didn’t manage to get that far. Professor Raifort had finally caught wise to the funny business and grabbed hold of Nemona’s wrist before she could pass the note. Nemona gasped, her eyes growing wide.

“Ms. Sanchez, I’ll be checking that, if you don’t mind.”

The teacher snatched the sheet of paper from her hand and released Nemona, unfolding the note. She scrutinized it a moment, scowling. Folding the sheet of paper back up, she spoke in a stern tone,

“Ms. Sanchez, in case you have forgotten, art class is at 3:00 on Thursdays with Mr. Hassel. We are currently in history class, and I ask that you keep your focus on the subject for the duration of my class. Understood?”

“Y-yes Ms. Raifort,” Nemona stammered, shrinking a little in her seat, while a few people in class giggled. Raifort sighed wearily, pacing away and depositing the note upon her lectern. 

“Now where were we . . . ah, yes. So there were a number of factors that contributed to the decline and eventual collapse of the empire . . .”

It was a mercy when the bell finally rang, students packing up as quickly as possible so they could escape. By the time you’d made your way to the front of the class to Nemona, most of the classroom had already emptied. Nemona had slung her bag over her shoulder and was looking very anxious. You leaned in to mutter,

“What’s wrong?”

“Do you think she’s still mad?”

You shook your head,

“She’s probably forgot about it already.”

“I-I dunno . . . I think I’m gonna go apologize.”

“Nemona, you don’t have to–”

She’d already gone to the front of the classroom, though.

“M-Ms. Raifort? I’m sorry about before, drawing in class I mean. It won’t happen again.”

The instructor glanced up from clearing the chalkboard. She had a disapproving look in her sharp eyes as she sighed,

“I certainly hope not. I expected better from you, Ms. Sanchez–”

You hastened to the front of the room, interrupting her,

“Don’t blame Nemona, Ms. Raifort, I’m the one who started it.”

The teacher’s shrewd gaze switched to you, her eyes narrowing.

“I see. Somehow that doesn’t surprise me. You may still be a new student, but know that I hold you to the same exact standards of behavior as your peers.”

You nodded and answered quickly,

“Of course, and I’m really sorry. But um, would it be possible to get Nemona’s picture back? It would really mean a lot.”

Nemona’s eyes flicked to you, looking as though she thought you were crazy and she expected Raifort to bite your head clean off. Raifort looked briefly thrown off by the request 

but then she just turned back to cleaning the blackboard, sighing,

“Take it and leave.”

You went up to the lectern and snatched the sheet of paper up, saying cheerfully,

“Thanks Ms. Raifort! See you next week!”

As you and Nemona rushed out of the classroom, Raifort muttered gravely,

“If the youth are our future, I fear for the future.”

Passing through the halls, you unfolded the sheet of paper to find a large, slightly asymmetrical heart. It had a lot of lines drawn through it at random angles, which confused you a little. You said,

“Oh, I like the . . . heart?”

Nemona looked down at the drawing and clarified brightly,

“That’s my heart! When I met you.”

You studied it, your brow furrowing.

“It, um . . . broke?”

“What? No! It’s not broken, it . . .”

Suddenly looking very self-conscious, she glanced away. She mumbled,

“It’s supposed to be terastallized . . .”

Your eyes widened as you finally recognized the rough lines as facets to a jem. You squeaked out,

“Oh.”

What were you supposed to do with this revelation? Did your best friend and crush just casually drop this bombshell on you like it was nothing? 

“I-I-I, uhm, I– N-nemona, that’s– that’s–” 

You were trying to get out, Meeting me terastallized your heart? but your face was heating up fast and you couldn’t manage to utter something so sappy and wonderful, in part out of fear you were misunderstanding somehow. 

Nemona seemed a little antsy and uncomfortable, and she cut in, quickly switching subjects.

“Hey, you wanted to battle after class, right? C’mon, let’s go to the Schoolyard!”

“Oh– uh– r-right–sure!”

She grabbed your hand and headed towards the stairs eagerly. You made sure to carefully tuck the note away into your pocket.

By the time you both reached the Schoolyard and took your positions, students were already crowding round to watch. It was pretty much a guarantee that when two Champion-rank students were having a battle, it was going to draw some attention, even if it was spur-of-the-moment. It used to make you feel uneasy, being under the spotlight like that. But it didn’t bother you any more, because these days your sole focus was on the battle and Nemona’s infectious energy– everything else just seemed to fall away. 

“You ready?”

She held out her first pokeball and her eyes were glinting with that familiar thrill. You nodded, grinning.

“All right!” she said, throwing the ball.

“Orthworm, let’s go!”

You threw your own pokeball, sending out Krookodile.

“Krookodile, Stealth Rock!”

“Orthworm, Shed Tail!”

Both of your teams had seen a lot of action over the past few months, and you’d faced off against each other many, many times. As a result, there was a lot of familiarity, but things were hardly what you’d call predictable. You’d both made changes to your teams continuously as you learned and adapted and tried new things. For example, Nemona switched up her leads a fair bit. Starting with Orthworm’s Shed Tail was a relatively new development. She’d been using it very effectively as a way of setting up in the early game.

You were on the watch for that possibly now, as Nemona switched into her Palafin next. You quickly swapped in your Bellibolt, which easily tanked the Jet Punch. Then you ordered Bellibolt to Thunderbolt, eager to break the Substitute before her Palafin got up to any funny business with Bulk Ups. But Nemona opted instead to just order Flip Turn, and then sent out Pawmot to eat up the attack. The bolt of electricity struck her Pawmot, charging it with power, and the audience gave an excited little ‘oooh’ in response.

You narrowed your eyes, thinking; you were considering staying in to use a Mud Shot, but you knew Nemona’s Pawmot hit like a truck. Instead you decided to switch in Gengar. 

You watched as Pawmot’s furious punches phased harmlessly through Gengar, the ghost giggling when Pawmot passed through him and flopped onto the ground. The Close Combat was an easy prediction, honestly, but the audience cheered anyway, loving the spectacle. 

Nemona called,

“It’s all right Pawmot, we got this! Get ready!”

The energetic pokemon leapt back to his feet, fists raised, facing off against your ghost with a glare. 

You smirked a little, thinking to yourself that Nemona shouldn’t be so quick to assume Pawmot had this. You pointed and issued your order,

“Gengar, Dazzling Gleam!”

Nemona looked surprised, but she still took it in stride, quickly ordering,

“Double Shock!”

The two pokemon charged at each other, meeting in the middle of the battle court in an explosion of dazzling lights and crackling electricity. Your vision was bleached out from the brightness and when you could see again, Gengar had fallen, Pawmot panting and very weak but still standing. The audience gasped while Nemona cheered,

“Good work, Pawmot!”

Gengar returned to his ball; you were honestly shocked that the Dazzling Gleam hadn’t been enough to take Pawmot out. Though by the looks of it, he’d been very close. You sent out your Tauros Aqua Breed. Nemona eagerly ordered Pawmot to Volt Switch, but you called out,

“Aqua Jet!”

The shot of water struck Pawmot first, knocking the weakened pokemon out. Nemona laughed,

“Darn. Didn’t think you’d mess up there but was hoping anyway.”

You smiled and shrugged,

“You’d be disappointed if I did something that silly.”

“True, haha. Okay Meowscarada, go!”

You considered things for a moment. Nemona probably didn’t expect you to do something so silly as to keep Tauros in on her Meowscarada, either– she’d probably expect you to swap to your Volcarona. You knew she loved swapping to Palafin for that, so you decided to switch to Bellibolt. 

Unfortunately, it seemed you ended up over-predicting her. The Flower Trick that landed on Bellibolt hit hard, weakening it far too much, well past the point of recovery. With a sigh, you decided to leave him in, letting him faint to the next Flower Trick.

You swapped to Volcarona then– you wanted a clean switch for her anyway. This was also a beautiful opportunity. As Nemona recalled Meowscarada, you ordered,

“Quiver Dance!”

“Palafin, you’re in charge!”

The dolphin that materialized on the battle court was now in his fully-powered state, rippling muscles and tall, proud stance. He was a menace for your team and had often been the one responsible for your losses against Nemona. With your best counter already fainted, Nemona was looking pretty smug.

“Becha you wished you didn’t throw away Bellibolt so soon.”

You shrugged,

“Eh, easy come, easy go. I’ll manage.”

Nemona turned to her pokemon.

“Well, there won’t be any more Quiver Dances on my watch. Palafin, you know what to do!”

You pulled a small, glittering orb from your pocket. God, you’d waited for this moment for weeks. You’d laid in bed at night giggling about it as you imagined your silly plan, and you’d spent hours and hours painstakingly gathering the tera shards, bit by bit. 

Now it was finally time.

Settling your nerves, you carefully threw the tera orb, the energy crashing into your Volcarona.

You called:

“Volcarona, Solar Beam!”

The audience gasped at the mid-battle terastallization, the tera energy gathering around Volcarona and the crystals spreading rapidly across its body, finishing at the top with a glittering crown, her tera jewel: a bouquet of flowers. Then Volcarona glittered and shone even brighter as she gathered up sunlight for her Solar Beam, the Power Herb gripped in her little legs melding into the light as she charged, brighter and brighter, until it was almost painful to look. 

You could see Nemona’s eyes were wide, the light of your pokemon reflected in them.

Palafin’s Jet Punch struck your pokemon, but the move hardly even phased it. 

Then Volcarona unleashed its attack in return, the blast of energy engulfing the dolphin entirely. 

Palafin didn’t stand a chance, fainting immediately, and the students around you let loose some wild cheers. However, Nemona looked more excited than any of them by far. She leapt and cackled,

“Oh my god, Jules! That was incredible!!”

You grinned proudly, giggling,

“Thanks.”

“Seriously, I had no idea, when did you change her tera typing?!”

“Just last week.”

“Oh my god. That was so cool, and the Power Herb too!– it was genius, gahh! I can’t believe you– grhh, okay, we still have a battle to finish, but we’ll talk later, okay?”

You laughed,

“Okay.”

While your mid-battle victory over Palafin filled you with giddy energy (if you were honest, though, it had more to do with Nemona’s unrestrained glee than your victory), it was hardly a decided match. After Nemona had finished gushing over the cool moment, she got her head back in the game and sent out her Talonflame. You weren’t gonna sacrifice your Volcarona recklessly, so you swapped to your Krookodile. Nemona took advantage of the moment to get a Swords Dance off. She then ordered a Brave Bird, seriously weakening your Krookodile. Staying calm, you ordered,

“Stone Edge!” 

“What?!”

The move fortunately connected with the bird, dropping the pokemon instantly.

“I thought you were gonna Taunt! Since when are you packing Stone Edge?!”

You shrugged again, smiling.

“Told ya I made a few changes.”

Nemona groaned.

“You’re turning into a downright terror. Looks like I gotta get serious here.”

She tossed a ball, calling,

“Dragapult, time to get to work! Draco Meteor!”

After Krookodile fainted, you sent out your Tauros. Unfortunately, Nemona correctly predicted the Outrage, swapping into Orthworm on the hit, who took the attack easily. While your Tauros was still in a frenzy, she got up some late-game Stealth Rocks. Luckily Tauros calmed down soon after that, although he now was dizzy from the overpowered attack. You knew he needed a chance to rest, so you switched to your Corviknight, while at the same time Nemona brought Dragapult back in. 

You thought carefully about your next move. You only had Corviknight, Tauros and Volcarona left– she had Meowscarada, Dragapult, and Orthworm. It was a little awkward dealing with Dragapult, though. You decided to just go all out. Corviknight would live a Thunderbolt and get an attack off and Tauros would have to finish it off– he could do it, he had an Assault Vest– and you’d save Volcarona for the other two.

“Corviknight, Brave Bird!”

Your pokemon flapped her wings, rising higher and higher into the air, then fell into a swoop. From the other side of the battle court, Nemona shouted,

“Dragapult, Fire Blast!”

Your heart skipped a beat, not expecting that move at all. You watched as the bird dove directly into a massive fireball, the pokemon crying out in shock.

Corviknight never even reached Dragapult. The fainted pokemon returned to your ball.

“Fire Blast?”

Nemona smiled, hands on hips.

“I made a few changes too.”

“Mnnn . . .”

You sent your Tauros out. You ordered Outrage, desperately needing to take care of this Dragapult. Unfortunately, Nemona didn’t want to give you that chance, and swapped back into Orthworm once more, using Earthquake. The big Steel-type worm had been worn down enough by now that the Outrages managed to finish it off, but at what cost? 

Nemona sent her Meowscarada back out once Tauros’ rage had quelled. You were pretty sure it was over, but maybe you still had a chance with Volcarona. You ordered Tauros to Aqua Jet for some extra damage, waiting for the Flower Trick to finish him off. 

But Nemona hesitated. She seemed to think a moment, and then instead of Flower Trick, she commanded,

“Play Rough!”

You watched as Meowscarada’s cape shifted colors from green to light pink, and then the cat leapt forward, striking your Tauros down on the spot. You stared for a few moments in disbelief.

Then you looked up to Nemona.

“Your Meowscarada has Protean now?”

She looked so psyched, immediately answering,

“I’ve been waiting so long to show it off, I found an Ability Patch in a tera den!! It’s so great to finally tell you, I also equipped her with a– oh, whoops, probably shouldn’t blab that part yet. You’ll see, heheh!”

You chuckled, saying,

“That’s honestly awesome, but I think it’s gonna be a GG for me.”

You released your final pokemon, the Volcarona still sparkling with its crown of flowers. 

“C’mon Jules, you know what I always tell you, never call it early–”

“Yeah, yeah, it isn’t over ‘til it’s over. I know.”

Still, you knew that Protean sealed the deal. You could have taken out a grass-type Meowscarada in one hit, but not a Fairy-type Meowscarada. There was Dragapult waiting in the wings anyway. 

Releasing a little sigh, you smiled gently. You issued your command to Volcarona.

“Ok, Volcarona. Quiver Dance!”

Nemona shouted,

“Go, Meowscarada, Play Rough!”

The nimble feline charged as your Volcarona fluttered her wings and began her graceful dance. Meowscarada leapt into the air, claws extended, teeth bared . . .

But she missed. Your Volcarona swooped out of the way just in the nick of time. The gathered students uttered a collective ‘oooh!’ and Nemona gasped before yelling,

“Quick, Meowscarada, again, Play Rough!”

“Volcarona, Flamethrower!”

Volcarona was a lot faster now, and Meowscarada went down in flames before she could get her attack off. And suddenly the match was down to one-on-one. Nemona released her Dragapult while the crowd murmured. 

Even though misses were always a part of matches, you still felt bad, saying,

“Dang. Play Rough almost never misses, it should have been a safe bet . . .”

“Hey, no worries. Like I said, it ain’t over ‘til it’s over!”

She grinned, pulling her tera orb from her pocket. Right, hers was still charged. And her Drapagult had Choice Specs. Crap.

“Wait, your Dragapult’s still Tera Dragon, right?”

You knew she’d been toying with the idea of changing it to Tera Ghost, but you had no clue if she actually did.

Nemona just winked at you. She replied sneakily,

“Not telling.”

You groaned, then shook your head.

“O-okay, that’s fine, I don’t need you to! Let’s finish this.”

She took aim with her Tera Orb, and you made your choice.

Nemona flung the Tera Orb.

“Volcarona, Flamethrower!”

“Dragapult, Draco Meteor!”

Nemona’s pokemon transformed into its splendid, terastallized state, and your heart sank when you saw it still was crowned with a Dragon Tera Jewel. The Flamethrower struck the dragon but didn’t take it out. Oh boy. The massive meteors roared in the air, crashing into your Volcarona with a flurry of purple sparkles . . .

But once the dust settled, Volcarona was still flapping, tired but conscious! Not wasting another moment, you triumphantly shouted,

“Volcarona, Bug Buzz!!”

The final attack struck Dragapult down for good, to the jubilation of the crowds. 

Afterwards, you both headed to the cafeteria for lunch, Nemona ranting and raving about the match the whole way there. When you spotted Arven and Penny already eating, Nemona hurried over to their table to excitedly recount the story for them. You ate lunch and watched her with a silly smile, because few things in life were as wonderful as listening to Nemona talk about pokemon battling. She was so incredibly animated, putting her whole body into the story and acting out the key moments, her eyes crackling with a fiery spirit and her energy so overflowing that she kept squeezing her hands into fists and giving happy little jumps. 

It was so adorable and joyful that you could hardly stand it. 

“And then, then!” She swung her arms wide, making explosion noises,

“Blammgmmgmgm! Solar Beam blows Palafin straight outta the water, she had a Power Herb!!  Not even a second to react, he’s already gone, my jaw hit the floor! You guys you have no idea how awesome it was, I’ve been telling people forever now that Terastalizing can give us these ridiculously cool game-changing moments but all the Gym leaders are always like ‘Bla bla bla, we can’t Tera into anything other than our chosen monotype, bla bla bla’ like c’mon!! How are we supposed to get trainers excited for battle with terastallization if it’s always like that! Jules did exactly what I’ve been wanting people to do for so long, it felt like, like, something I’m gonna remember forever, you know?”

There was a moment’s pause when Nemona stopped to catch her breath. 

“So I’m getting the impression Nemona liked the battle,” Arven said dryly, sipping his drink. Penny chuckled.

“I’m not even finished yet, wait ‘til you guys hear the rest!!”

You somehow managed to make it through lunch without perishing from either Nemona’s praise or her adorable antics, but when you made it back to your dorm, you flung yourself onto the bed with a huge sigh. It was getting harder all the time to keep a lid on your feelings. It was gonna start affecting your battles soon at this rate, and Nemona was sure to notice that . . .

You felt a lump in your pockets and pulled out a sheet of paper.

“Oh, god, right.”

You unfolded the scribbly heart Nemona had drawn for you during class. You stared at it for a long time, and the other note you’d saved of the two of you as pokemon holding hands under a rainbow. It certainly felt like solid, undeniable proof that she returned your feelings, but at this point you second-guessed everything. Nemona had the habit of making some incredibly strong statements of affection about you. After you beat the E4 and had your first battle together as equals, she asked if you wanted to be rivals for life, and it practically felt like a marriage proposal. She’d only doubled down since then, casually telling you stuff like ‘I’ve relished every single day since you’d moved here’ or done stuff like rearrange her classes and delay her graduation just so she could graduate at the same time as you. You know, simple things like shift all her life plans just for you. 

You hopped off your bed, a determined look in your eye. You were gonna stop waffling. It was time to finally tell her. 

You had to do it right, though. Nemona was doing stuff like proclaiming that meeting you terastallized her heart. So you had to be big and bold too. You wanted to match her energy, and you wanted it to be unmistakable. You picked up some of your pokeballs, then headed back out to the Schoolyard. 

Once you’d stepped out into the open-air solarium, you immediately headed over to the garden area and found a quiet corner to work on your little project. You let your Frosmoth out of her ball. 

“Okay, Frosmoth. Let’s get back to work. Ice Beam. Nice and slow, just like we practiced.”

Your plan was pretty simple. It was something you saw on social media a few weeks ago: somebody had trained their Glaceon to create ice sculptures with its Ice Beam, and one of them was a big heart. It had seemed perfect to you, because what better time to confess to Nemona then in the middle of a pokemon battle? You’d envisioned it then, sending Frosmoth out and creating the sculpture, the look of Nemona’s surprised delight, and then you’d finally come clean to her, tell her everything. You’d tried to confess to her a ton of times already, true, but something always happened. Either it was misunderstood or you chickened out or your plans got derailed somehow. Most recently, you had planned to take her to Cortondo for those little lemon cakes she loved so much and tell her then. That had been right after you’d returned from your Area Zero picnic. But you’d both gotten so busy with exams after that, so it hadn’t happened. 

But it was fine. You had a better plan now and you were going to follow through this time. Frosmoth just had to perfect her technique and produce something other than lumpy ice blobs. It was rough going but you believed in her, you knew she’d get the hang of it. Eventually. 

Probably.

“Okay, Frosmoth, good effort! Let’s try again, I think if you slowed down a bit more and made sure to go back and forth, it won’t end up so lumpy . . .”

You glanced down at your phone, re-reading the blog post about teaching your pokemon to make ice sculptures. Nobody had ever tried to teach a Frosmoth before. You wondered if that mattered. Slowglobe had very different eyes from Glaceons, it might affect things. Hm. 

You eventually looked up again from your reading.

“Oh my gosh, Frosmoth! That’s so good!”

It was hardly as impressive as the photo in the blog, but it was way closer to a heart than she’d ever gotten before. Very lumpy and asymmetrical still, but if you squinted, it was almost recognizable!

While you were examining the ice sculpture and thinking about how to improve things, a familiar voice rang out from across the Schoolyard.

“Hey! Juliana, there you are!”

Your heart leapt in a panic. Oh, crap, crap, no– she couldn’t see this now, it wasn’t ready! You glanced around for a few moments trying to think of what to do, until some quick thinking saved you. You chucked a ball and said,

“Volcarona, u-uh, Flamethrower, right there! Quick!”

The large insect obediently released a fireball, melting the ice sculpture down. A few moments later Nemona had finished jogging over, saying,

“Oh, sorry, didn’t know you were training!”

You spun around, the pair of moths hovering behind you.

“Ahaha, i-it’s fine! We’re mostly just fooling around . . .”

Nemona nodded, crossing her arms and grinning.

“Great! ‘Cause I wanted to ask you about this weekend, when we go to Area Z– er–”

She suddenly stopped and glanced around furtively, then stepped closer, dropping her voice.

“I mean, our secret place. What time were you thinking?”

You blinked. Oh, right. You’d forgotten about that already. 

“Um . . . is Saturday morning okay? Early?”

You toed the gravel under your shoe and repressed the urge to say ‘as soon as possible for as long as possible.’

“Yeah, that’s fine! Like 8:00? We could go right after breakfast!”

You looked up at her and smiled,

“Sure!”

Nemona seemed very pleased.

“Awesome. Man, it’s gonna be so great to finally head back again. Poor Hellcat’s been waiting in their ball, I haven’t even been able to heal them since the nurses at the Pokecenters would notice something weird’s up . . .”

You nodded.

“Yeah. Don’t worry, we’ll bring lots of potions and food for them. And we can work on training them.”

Enthusiastically, she agreed,

“Yeah! Plus we can look for Roaring Moo–”

You held up a finger to your lips to hush her and she quickly stopped, giggling,

“Whoops, sorry.”

She stepped even closer to you and leaned in, whispering,

“We can look for Roaring Moon. And maybe whatever other exciting things we can find, heheh.”

Having Nemona this close and whispering sweet nothings to you– well, all right, they weren’t sweet nothings, but at this proximity they may as well be– was a lot to handle. You felt your cheeks warming and the world felt just slightly off-balance.

“Y-yeah! Okay, yeah! That sounds, um, good!”

Smiling, she said to you quietly,

“Perfect. See you then.”

She gave you a wink for the second time today, and you knew it made sense in context but man, she had better stop doing that. It was too dangerous for your heart. 

Once she’d departed, you turned back to inspect the slushy puddle that had been your ice sculpture. You sighed.

“Guess we gotta put this plan on hold ‘til after our trip.”

You returned your pokemon to their balls so you could start making preparations for your journey back to Area Zero.

[rabbit-harpist]

O Segredo Na Floresta (episodes 1 and 2)

Thoughts on a first-time view of OSNF

To start I’d like to say that I’m just an English-speaking gal and the only Ordem knowledge I have is from osmosis and Quarentena. Which I loved, so I’m trying to get into the subtitled seasons of Ordem Paranormal now.

I did not watch the first season (subtitles take a lot of brain energy and I heard OSNF was more settled into the flow of the series) but I did watch an ‘Ordem Paranormal but very very fast’ animation!

-It was interesting that Mr. Verissimo is an actual guy they can just talk to? It felt like he was going to be much more mysterious, or a symbol for the order, or perhaps a late-revealed villain. He still could be, I really don’t know.

-It’s been a bit since I watched the first episode, but I liked the characters. The dynamic between Cesar and his father is so interesting—Christopher can’t stop him from joining the order; he’s his own person and he can make his own decisions. But he knows that this isn’t safe and he doesn’t want his son near it—I want to see them be forced to understand each other better.

-Also, that overenthusiastic police guy. He was funny. It’ll be great if he comes back later and gets immediately killed off. Talking to him also helped make me feel how remote this place is—it makes sense that something paranormal could be hiding out here.

-What happened to the first investigation team? They couldn’t have gone through the sanatorium—all those monsters will still trapped and waiting when the player team came through. There’s so much story waiting to be uncovered and I’m fascinated by the planning it takes to make a campaign like this work.

-The sanatorium was very gross. Worse than everyone kept saying Christopher was. And very creepy. It’s awful what they were doing—the critical mass it takes to get a paranormal meltdown so bad that everything is transformed must be hard to achieve and they did it without even meaning to.

-the discovery of the fused women and the spiral goop! the sequence as Liz unconciously reached for it, began tracing out the symbol, felt as if she was regaining health only to be revealed she was losing sanity—so good!

-I love Cellbit as GM:

‘Wait a minute, I’m taking out my /list of mental diseases your characters can develop/‘

The noises! He narrates calmly but any battle scene must be acted out with full monster noises and impassioned gestures. it’s one of my favorite things about this honestly

the other noises too. In the subtitles it’s all rendered as (punch sound) (growls) (sound of door opening) and it’s all him doing it

-Jyoui and calling Liz Liz-senpai and being so happy when she gives him any kind of compliment. it’s sweet. he’s great. I want him to be okay at the end of this.

-Christopher’s bad english accent. I find this funny because I cannot pick up on it (I’m bad at recognizing accents even when they’re /in/ English) but it was the focus of multiple scenes

-that moment when, after the defeat of an enemy near the end of the second episode, Jyoui, overcome by admiration for Christopher, asks to take a picture of him (holding up his phone in real life.

cellbit, very seriously, asks for a photography test. Jyoui takes an okay picture. Christopher rolls and fails horribly. He is the worst model possible.

it was just very funny after a lot of tense fighting and I really liked it.

-also the ‘gods of death eat apples’ because I got the reference and also duolingo is doing something! I know ‘eat’ and ‘apple’!

-I like this! it’s difficult to find time when I’m able to focus on reading subtitles but when I am watching they don’t impact my enjoyment much. I enjoy the characters and the vibes and I’m really interested in what’s going to happen in all the many episodes. I’ve only seen quarentena, I’ve got no idea how that works.

so cool. it’s so cool and I just want to record my thoughts to go back to. when I’ve finished the next episode (could be awhile) will record more thoughts

Thank you so much subtitle people!!!! If you ever see this I’m so grateful <3

[stahp-right-there-peasant]

Alright, everyone, hear me out

Lullaby for a Princess, but it’s MePhone4 and his siblings (I’m thinking mostly 4S)

[sqwdkllr]

dude your art is so amazing..i fucking love how you do anatomy, and linework, its just so perfect and also your qsmp designs??!? so fucking cool. your deathduo especially is so so dear to me<3 and your bluebird au(/aus?) amd your bluebird art in general its just so <33333…and your qsmp entities like cucu and eye creature and especially baribel, MAN those are singlehandedly my favorite qnpc designs theyre so great like. how the eye guy just has Teeth that come out of his head wherever?? and all your little headcanons about the bears??? THEYRE SO COOL MAN. and your philza with the patches on his pants n the baby zombie scar on his leg (also whats the scar on his nose from?)(also also i love your phils hair, like the short with the little braid its so neat:DD), and pommes hijab braids, and the zippers on th back of cucu and ositos heads (i have yet to figure out what those are for but ehatever theyre cool anyway) n just like. the thought and detail that goes into them, im rambling but aa<333 theyre all amazing:) OU AND YOUR COMICS,, i love love love how you structure n format them because theyre so dynamic and interesting while still being super readable and the ART IVE SAID IT ALREADY BUT I NEED TO SAY IT AGAIN I LOVE YOUR STYLE SO MUCH. its just so nice. like how you use general shapes and like i dont know how to explain it but its cool:)) your art lives in this little spot in my brain rent free…made me subconsciously kind of incorporated stuff you do into my own art process like sketching shit in blue LOL

anyway sorry for the wall of text i just needed to rant a tiny bit because youre one of my fsvorite artists n you inspire me so much ssob,,anyway have a good day mate

This ask makes my heart explode oh my goddd. I'm so happy you enjoy the stuff I put out augghh that so sweet THIS ENTIRE MESSAGE IS SO SWEET WTF. I hope you are ready for a ramble about hc/theory/design choices. Seriously its long-

I have so many head canons I like showing. Some lean towards theory territory and others I legitimately do not believe in myself BUT I like drawing it out because WHY NOT !!?? I like the whimsy of it all

THE BLUEBIRD AU is purely me having fun. Its such an angst filled au that is coated with a mask of nuclear family and hurt/comfort. In reality its like being hit with a sauce pan repeatedly. I'm more of a scientist Jaiden believer personally. DON’T GET ME STARTED ON DEATHDUO- Man I want to go back to drawing self-indulgent stuff for that. Fuck this ask is making my brain engine go insane AUGHH-

Like stuff about Osito just being a huge flirt because of their exposure to Roier from the beginning or Baribal being a pot head, yeah those sort of head cannons I'm sure people are dying to hear from me (sarcasm). Or more serious ones like the relationship, more like lack of, between Cucurucho and Baribal being one of miscommunication that snowballed into hate but never enough to kill each other. Literally the trope of "twins separated where one is raised within evil and other is forced to take them down" but it's very dark grey from both sides. YESSIR

Or other theory territory like federation not knowing that Cucurucho and Osito are not the same person because it’s a secret- BUT THAT’S VERY FANON/THEORY TERRITORY AND TOO CONVOLUTED FOR HERE-

Oh and of course more tame head cannons like sexualities and stuff. Cucurucho is aromantic to me. All of them are transgender. The entire fed staff. Fuck even the purgatory island goobers. No real concept of what gender is and sort of adopted what the islanders do or what the federation refers to them as. It's just not a thing, same with labels on sexuality. If you like someone then you just like them and that’s how it rolls !!

THE WATCHER. MAN DO I HAVE THOUGHTS ON THIS GUY. Like actual constant threat and you are left scrambling trying to figure out the rules of not pushing the wrong buttons so you stay alive. I know his concept art had like him as a human at some point, but I like fungus goop watcher more. Little goober who just so happen to survive the longest, learn the most, and as a result evolve to what he is now. Eventually became strong enough to overthrow the previous leader (and consume them-) and is now king of the purgatory island in privacy. Until the new islanders were sent there ofc. So yeah, bro is very old, its why Cucurucho has no clue who this dude is when he does get to put a face to the name.

PHILZA. This guy is the kinda guy to put survival above all. So I like to imagine that not only would he be covered in scars because he tanks most of the hits and is generally a very selfless person- SOME SCARS HAVE A REASON ! The zombie scar being one of course, semi infected bc I like to think that he did not die in his hc world but rather came close to it. And his buildings is what caught the attention of the goddess of death and allowed for her to give him immortality and be her eyes in the mortal realm as her angel of death. So the poison is still in his foot, just unmoving. Stuck in time just like his body unable to age. As for the scar on his cheek? Nightmare Stalker grabbing him by the face and throwing him in the ocean the second time he tried to get up to save Tallulah. The only evidence left of that night happening. YES SHORT HAIR PHILZA AND POMME WITH A HIJAB YESSS

The zippers are supposed to show that their "head" is not actually what they look like. It’s a helmet/mask. I don't draw their real faces out of fear of making them look too "human" but rather I enjoy the implication that they COULD LOOK LIKE any other islander. Isn’t the thought that this horrible twisted shell of a being could look just as human as you so much more eerie? I dunno I was watching horror analysis videos of the unknown while building the fanon side of them- Now why their masks can emote?,,, its cartoon logic !! And it's cute I have so many thoughts on these guys can you tell? OH MY GODD THANK YOU THO. Augh this is the sweetest message ive ever read pls.im so so very glad these little guys can make you happy. That’s such an honor fr !!

[liftingdown]

(tw, binge eating)

thing I lfted that have surprisingly helped me stop binge eating (and why)

artificially sweetened water flavored ( I found when I want to eat my feelings, what Is dopamine boast that comes eating, and so artificial sweeters are way better at that, because they are like 200 times more sweet, take less time to make, and have endless novel flavors. this category has everything from powders, to those little bottles, to sugar free syrups, to even things like diet sodas and tea. basically every time I go to the store I find something new, and they are usually very small and easy to steal)

human chew toys (I have the puppy instinct where chewing on stuff makes me happy, there a lot of cool little silicon things for that purpose that work great)

nice tea, like genuinely fancy tea and tea supplies, (I get to have a nice little tea ritual that feels like a treat to myself when I feel I deserve a treat. I have an nice little tray, and mug, and tea myself to it. pairs well with rewatching tv shows and fuzzy blankets)

fuzzy blanket (happy and content time that makes it feel very dumb to go to the kitchen when here is so soft. also see weighted blankets, and heating pads)

the power of habits book (technically I pirated the eBook, but dear god this is an eye opening book, also the authors website straight up give you a work book that legit changed my life. like none of this would have worked without reading the book first)

fitbit ( ok, so the reason this worked is not the reason you would think. basically I notice that every time I had the urge to binge, I would check, and my heart rate would be like 15-20 beats above normal, and realizing that made it a lot easier to tell I was stressing myself out and in my own head. it also made it a lot easier to go do a breathing exercise go for a walk or something before binge eating my feeling away. I'm still not perfect, but it brought be a lot of awareness)

bath/shower stuff ( if I'm really struggling, I usually try to take a shower or bath first because you can't binge eat in the shower. and having bath bombs, face masks, shower oil, nice soap, and other various goop makes it more fun and enjoyable. also, I have on occasional taken more then one hot shower a day, which dried the fuck out of my skin, so moisturizer is very important.

cleaning supplies (I don't understand it, but having a fully clean, vacuumed, wiped down, and polished house makes me feel like I have my shit together and can do anything )

vitamins (specifically vitamin d, your boy has got seasonal depression)

overall, I think the thing that help the most was having nice things I enjoyed doing that scratched the urges of binging without being nearly as unhealthy, and buying time for my brain to catch up to my habits and remember that eating all the food in my kitchen will not fix my problem and causes several new ones.

[this-is-not-a-slow-burn]

I WANNA KNOW ABOUT UR WIPS !!!!

You got it babe!! (ew is that weird. idk I think my inner Harry Du Bois came out there)

Currently they're all Cyberpunk 2077. Mostly Kerry/M!V but one Silverdyne Johnny-has-a-body Post-ending current era, with flashbacks.

But, thanks to this Canadian DJ I know, there's a Geraskier brewing in my brain.

Here's a couple of snips from the two Cyberpunk WIPs

V/Kerry:

V strips as he heads to the bathroom, tossing the pants and shirt onto the fragrant pile near the front door. Johnny materializes in the bathroom mirror's reflection, sprawled against the back wall, making a real show of checking out V’s ass. He’s doing it just to be a dick, and V can’t help but laugh a little despite being annoyed that Johnny can’t feel this headache coming on. The intensity of Johnny’s staring is more than a little unnerving, but the longer he stands there the more V’s starting to believe that maybe he is enjoying the view. He slowly slides a hand down his chest, stopping just as the bare skin turns from above the waist to below. Johnny’s face screws up into a grimace and he glitches out. V barks out a small laugh, vision swimming as he shakes his head. Johnny was right. This is what you get when you have a busted biochip in your head and only drink a beer and a tube of warm vitamin goop for breakfast

And this is the Silverdyne one

Between the clean sheets in a wide bed lies a man who isn’t awake, but isn’t asleep. In the pauses of his breath lies a city full of sound.  

If the only way out is through, there were some painful and uncomfortable situations ahead.  Nothing like a hangover to remind you of that. At least, he’s assuming that’s the reason he feels like a half dead raccoon on the side of the road. 

It wouldn’t be out of the question for this to be a hangover, even with a history of  hard partying. Of being a local bar band turned recording turned touring band. By the time he’d gone solo his tolerance was jacked up so high that it was a miracle he could even get drunk. This new body has never seen a bender stretch on for a week, and it shows. There’s no sleep happening, for the third day in a row, which is fine, a little delirium sparks creativity when the timing is right. Still would have been nice to maybe dream a little. But the nicotine addiction is one thing his brain never managed to forget, and it gnaws at his skull until he rolls over and slaps the tiled floor, groping one hand around in the mess blindly — he was hoping to find at least one smoke left in the pack in his pants — sighing as he comes up empty handed. Nada. Karma all used up.

[magpigment]

MAJOR SPOILERS FOR GENLOSS EPISODE: THE MASTERMIND OF THE WAREHOUSE

my thoughts and some theories as i was watching the second part of generation loss! not really analysis just my reactions to it as i watched lmao. enjoy!

is ranboo chained to a chair

why is ranboo chained to a chair

why is the volume so high on my computer

that’s a conveniently placed key

okay ominous tv man

oh wait it’s jerma lmao

my friend who’s obsessed w jerma told me about this episode lately

‘the amount of chains on there would hold every single bicycle. for a million years’ i’ve been sold on this jerma guy

NO NOT THE BUCKET ( <—- obligatory homestuck reference) 

ranboo just cannot get a break wow

..it does not seem as though ranboo COULD HANDLE a ‘little bit of juice’ 

‘ranboo you alright??’ no i don’t think they are actually now that you mention it

i like how everybody in the poll is immediately going for the middle one 😂 

win! the person who has you trapped in a sick series of death obstacles for their own sick amusement wants to make sure you’re doing ok after accidentally knocking you out via high volts of electricity administered directly to your brain! 

bit confused about the bundle of wires dangling from their neck ngl 

‘ there’s a one in ten thousand chance of that happening and it did?!’ what can i say, homeslice has the power of PLOT ARMOR on his side! 

why is squiggles upset at ranboo actually picking the right key???? 

‘i love rats! 🥰’ based, squiggles. based

wow i didn’t know the back rooms were part of this place /j

oop hello random person on the gurney

i stg if that’s charlie- ITS FUCKING CHARLIE

his feet are for sure fake are they gonna have to remove his foot or something

oh most of his body is fake i see. ranboo is gonna do surgery on charlie

that’s fun 😅 

ranboo is a licensed medical professional im sure this will be fine /j

i like how the totally real feet that are totally a part of charlie’s actual human body has toenails that are painted red. yassss bitch slayyyy- oh wait, *checks notes* oh, GET slayedddsdddd yasssss 😂 

‘what is this, invisalign??? whatre u doin down there????’ never change, charlie. never change

also this california surfer dude is about to get absolutely fucking eviscerated perchance. i feel like that’s where this is going. 

‘so that’s why they call him slimecicle! ^^’ shut ur WHORE MOUTH SQUIGGLES /j

fr tho why are his insides literally goop tho

oh that was harrowing. ok so when the static interference happens whatever mind control is happening to make everything seem like. fine ish is removed and it’s like even more horrific?? 

also i see why they made his insides are green slime, so when they do the color reversal it looks red so it looks like human bits and then they crank the saturation up on that a bit so that it’s a brighter red or something??? ooooh that’s so cool i’m loving this 

‘ermmm. what just happened?’ you and me both squiggles. 

ok genuinely what the hell is charlie even saying right now. like what the actual fuck 😂 

are these camera people dressed up as rats cuz if so that’s both very funny and also that would suck to have to film in, they’re doing a great job 

‘how many hot wheels did you swallow???’ 

‘vrooom :D’ 

‘..ok dude’ 

‘they call me lightning mcEAT ^u^’ 

I KNEW THE BIT WAS GOING TO BE THAT HE DIDNT EVEN NEED TO CUT CHARLIE OPEN I COULD SMELL IT IN THE AIR THAT IS SO FUNNY

‘what a gushy gooshy guy’ facts and truth from squiggles in the corner 

why does charlie have a toilet tattoo 😂 

wowwww NOW you get cold feet ranboo XD. ‘but it’s so gross 😖’ homeslice you just fully eviscerated a man. you were elbows deep into a guys ABDOMEN. a toilet is leaps and bounds better than a full on HUMAN(?) BEING 

even squiggles commented on the toenails 

why is eef here 

and also the love or host guy

and also like the other people. 

why is sneeg and also frank back????

lmao jermas tv is broken L

oop squiggles is not happy about the broken tv

what is he doing XD

short king jerma 

why is jermas cane so bendy 

‘i hope slimecicle is ok’ me too, squiggles. me too

wow ethan is really giving this his all. turner my beloved

why is charlie offering to be ethan’s fish

i really like the little idle animations for squiggles ngl. they’re very expressive 

austin shows, ‘I LOVE WOMEN.’ ‘lying is not going to save you’ way to haul his ass out of the closet /j (also yes i’m aware austin isn’t straight) 

slimecicle, laying there completely fucking disemboweled, ‘i’m feeling something funny, kinda rumbly, some sort of discomfort?? if i could just get someone to check that out..’ 

austin in the background talking about his very real very heterosexual relationship 

why did charlie have a whole ass baseball hat in his stomach

OH THAT WAS SNEEGSNAGS HAT

WHY WAS THAT IN THERE AND WHY IS SQUIGGLES SO UPSET ABOUT IT ??????

i stg if everyone votes to save frank 😂 

was that sneegs hat actually?? i’m p sure it was 

sneeg is just having a crisis over this fucking hat dude 

there is definitely something happening and that was definitely sneegs hat before 

i’m only 30 minutes into this how has so much happened so far

i like how sneegs first thing he does upon regaining awareness of the full extant of the situation he’s in is immediately lie about having to take a dump that would produce gases banned by the geneva convention in order to get away for a second. he’s for sure going rogue dude can’t wait to see what you’re able to do before it all goes to hell again 

squiggle is absolutely flabbergasted 

OH NIHACHU!! hell yeah

nvm sneeg like immediately got caught 

oop

that’s not ominous or foreboding at all. don’t mind him he’s just getting reprogrammed real quick lmao

THEY TURNED HIS HAT AROUND 😂 

i’m relatively confused 

did they put nihachus mic under her hat or something 

her audio is a little wonky 

ok so only one person for sure survives 

i can almost guarantee either sneeg or frank is gonna be the one picked to survive ngl

i love charlie’s little background contributions 

ok nvm two of them survive 

also yeah i agree how is charlie even still alive in canon. most of his organs are just not in his body

oh niki won??? nice 

is niki like ok lmao

she is a very good actress because she seems both genuinely incredibly afraid and incredibly suspicious 

niki and sneeg hell yeah 

why’d he bitch slap frank 😂 

squiggles is not happy with that and neither is charlie

JERMA IS CALLED THE PUZZLER??? LMAO 😂 

why is charlie making a callback to the goddamn fussy bit from that one tommyinnit morph mod video

what the hell is charlie doing 

why is he strewing his entrails everywhere 😭 

i am so incredibly suspicious of niki and idk why

the VIBES? are OFF. 

ok i’m going to sleep and finishing this tomorrow and i am fully expecting my dreams to be super fucked up because of this but that’s fine. i’m at the 55:42 minute mark ^^ if my dreams are interesting/relevant i might leave a little note detailing it but probably not lmao (editors note: my dreams were weird but not really relevant, so. yeah)

why does squiggles want them all to lick the walls so bad

i’ve never even heard of the board game mouse trap in my life 

is this like an actual board game??? why is it so convoluted???? 

i like how sneeg just started eating the candy around

squiggles is speaking in some sort of code or something so like. that’s cool???

i like how everyone just started bullying the puzzler XD

oh so that’s why squiggle is speaking in code ig, cuz that’s what the instructions are written in. that’s really funny actually 

squiggles is straight up speaking in the same code or whatever the instructions are written in. is that able to be translated??? has anyone translated that yet??? 

i kinda wanna see if i’d be able to translate it but idk the first thing about ciphers and idek what that arrangement of symbols would be called. is it just straight up wing dings?? who knows! not me! 

imma go see if it’s wing dings actually gimme a sec 

IT IS WINGDINGS

bet if i translate this it’s gonna be just inane bullshit lmao

i have given up trying to translate this, if anyone’s interesting this is at about 1:03-5:04 of something, i’m too tired for this 😂 

on the plus side squiggles is now talking in not wing dings so that’s cool

IS THE MISSING PIECE GONNA BE IN CHARLIE LMAO

OH DUDE THATS SICK THATS SO FUNNY

ok so it USED to be in charlie but it is no longer! it was one of the first bits that ranboo kindly extracted very carefully from charlie’s gaping torso ^^

the rock candy is made from actual rocks??? ok squiggles

why is sneeg just eating random shit around the room 😂 

not the candy :((

also i’m eating cantaloupe btw. if you even care 😒 /j

DID HE JUST SHOOT NIKI????

😂 bruhhhh

welp. at least he put her out of her misery???

what is this emphasis on ranboo kicking the bucket in reference to the game. i feel like this is foreshadowing 

they probably did it! why is he celebrating the fact they beat his trap lol

oh where the hell are they

why are there deadly lasers

WHY WAS SNEEG GOING TO TOUCH THE LASER 😂 

the way his wrist got smacked away from the lasers so promptly 

please don’t throw this man

wow

oop

well his face is smooshed lmao

i like the comical way that guy just got fucking murdered via anvil to the face

‘i guess those ones didn’t count 🤷‍♂️’ lmao

SLIMECICLE?! 

‘oh my gosh it’s slimetowel!!’ based squiggles. based

welp. bye slimetowel, you lived as you died. shortly 

the lasers are gone! 

sneeg is fully just brushing off the like two dead bodies rn

welp. they got out of there 😂 

jerma can fly that’s crazy

i like how everyone instead of getting blown up is getting the chance to participate and then comically getting killed in other, miscellaneous ways. 

hey uhhh squiggles, buddy ol pal, you doin ok over there?? 

‘ranboo..’ ‘yes😊?’ 

oh wow everyone is in the closet that’s crazy /j

the rats are poggers also BTW 

i miss charlie already 😔

‘sometimes you need a change in perspective’ do they need to use the mirror to solve the puzzle. i doubt that’s what they have to do but if it is i’m so poggers and awesome and that is REAL and TRUE

jerma just go thru the door sideways bestie 

jerma was indeed talking about his ass for a weird amount of time lmao

‘is this a hookah??’ just hearing eef say this in the background sent me

why is sneeg messing w alphabet magnets 

‘slayyyyy king!’ i like how squiggles is just stanning ethan putting on a purple wig. based

the wig ethan’s wearing and the color of dress he chose coupled w his entirely purple outfit is clashing horribly oh god

also squiggles is right the audio keeps getting funky cuz of all the fabric on the microphones 😂 

i like sneegs bright yellow boa scarf 

the heels actually look p cool austin 

how many layers is ranboo wearing???

where did ranboos jacket go?? 

oh i think it’s on the red chair 

i don’t think those heels are the right size for austin i’ll be honest 

sneegs outfit is really something 

for the record i have absolutely no clue what’s happening rn

why is everyone voting for ethan in terms of most stylish 

i do not think they did it, guys

i actually really like austin’s orange pants but i think that’s just because i like cargo pants and also orange so like. maybe i’m biased 😂 

why is ethan walking like that

oh ranboo literally just put two different jackets over his showfall jacket and then just took one off, they’re still wearing the showfall jacket underneath XD

‘it says that we should go there, but i feel like that’s a trap :D ‘ 

also there was a button that sets off a black light which is what reveals the clues, not the mirror

oooo nice fit change 😂

‘NOT HIS CHILDREN AND WIVE’ why is squiggles actually kinda funny ngl. like i don’t trust them as far as i can throw them but sometimes they’re based 

ok bits aside the fact that ranboo and sneeg are so far mostly unaffected by the copious amounts of dead people and dying people and horrific threats of violence and whatnot is almost certainly some sort of mindcontrol or something by showfall. like. that’s not even really a question in my mind that’s irrefutable fact at this point. especially with the whole thing earlier with sneeg?? and the occasional interference from the hacker or whatever or the instances where something happens that’s not meant to and the illusion breaks?? like mannn this is so cool. 

LMAO THE COMPLETELY UNNECESSARY DEATH OF EEF AND THEN IMMEDIATELY LEAVING TO THE NEXT PART OF THE PUZZLE

BRUH

that’s so funny 

also the meta of finding this funny because it’s all silly and goofy and framed as a joke falling into line w the entire thing being set up like that to keep people from thinking about the horrific things that are actually happening in order for this entertainment and then how that parallels real life in the entertainment industry? yikes 

anyway onto the silly goofies tee hee 

is jerma just smoking a cigar 

did jerma just drop the bomb button. is austin about to fucking die 

what even happened hello ??

jerma really likes his cardboard what can i say

ranboo just solving the rubik’s cube without looking at it lmao

i’m honestly surprised there hasn’t been more gore in this so far, i was honestly expecting this to be a lot more graphic than this but that’s kinda dumb of me i think, i didn’t realize this was streamed on twitch at some point lol

i’m fully expecting austin to die ngl

push the button push the button push the button

nvm squiggles said to push it i don’t think they should push it

‘we shouldn’t push the button it’s got dynamite sitting in front of it’ ‘…*moved the dynamite to a shelf right next to it* looks safe to me :D ‘

yeah austin is dying lmao

‘only one person would fit in this silhouette’ *ranboo, standing there like a foot taller than it* 

well those people are dead oop

why’s that chair all fucked up lmao

it sure is just. focusing on that chair for a while, huh

oh hey ranboo in the background lmao

ranboo is on the set this is not a drill 

this sure is a funky little room huh

wow look at that four minutes set up XD

is that torn up showfall merch on the ground around the chair?? 

why did the puzzler leave a message TO RANBOO in the case he died??? hello?? 

why are there so many boxes inside boxes lmao

‘the truth will set you free’ genuinely what side is the puzzler even on here 

squiggles is not happy about hacker guy being here again 

i’m noticing whenever the hacker guy shows up or interferes or whatever is when ranboo seems actually distraught and confused and scared, most likely because whatever tie showfall has on him is weakened?? idk but it’s super cool

also squiggles commentary is. intriguing 

ohhhh ranboo can actually see the fourth wall now?? or at least the people filming who represent the fourth wall/ the audience?? 

woahhhhhhhh this is so cool

the backing track there fits the atmosphere so well!! 

that’s such a neat place to end it on holy shit lmao