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[sunflowernoodles]

Ghost Stories

Haven’t been feeling the greatest lately so I’m gonna write some fluff. I hope you enjoy! 🌻

Lee: Shoto

Lers: Sero, Bakugou

Ships: Todobakusero

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Earlier in the week, the school had decided to treat the first year students to a little camping trip. No extra training or anything, just a relaxing, self-indulgent camping trip to unwind.

They were piled onto a few busses for about an hour and a half on their way to the campsite and set up all their tents for later before swimming in the lake on the campgrounds. After many more activities throughout the day, they were ending the night off with smores and taking turns telling scary stories around the campfire.

While it was all mostly fun and everyone usually gets a little creeped out, or genuinely scared when a group would get really into the stories and go off to make creepy sounds, they were all having a good time.

Well, almost all of them. Shoto sat sandwiched between his two boyfriends, genuinely tense and freaked out from the stories. He had a deep fear and hatred for anything horror related, being in the woods didn’t help.

Sero and Bakugou were having fun with listening to the different ghost stories, but did eventually notice their nervous boyfriend keeping himself from clinging to them multiple times.

“Hey, Roki, wanna head back to our tent?” Sero quietly asked Shoto, earning a little nod. Sero smiled, and gently shoved Bakugou’s shoulder to get his attention. He grunted, but stood up with his boyfriends.

No one really noticed them leaving, and if anyone did, it was late anyways so it wasn’t questioned. The three of them walked back to their tent to hang out in peace.

They got comfy in their sleeping bags and other extra blankets they brought along. Shoto stole a hoodie from Sero and practically hid in his sleeping bag.

Sero laughed sympathetically as him and Bakugou both scooted closer to Shoto so he was laying between the two of them. “You don’t like all the horror crap, do you?” He asked, brushing a strand of red hair out of Shoto’s face.

“No. It’s stupid, I don’t see how anyone could like that stuff.” Shoto said, frowning a little. Bakugou just glared at Shoto for a moment then shrugged.

“It’s okay, I guess.” Bakugou shrugged once again. Shoto nodded. He watched as Sero and Bakugou settled in a little more, ready to sleep, but Shoto panicked as he saw Bakugou reach to turn off the lantern lighting up the inside if the tent.

“Wait! Can you… maybe leave it on a bit longer?” Shoto asked sheepishly and looked at Bakugou. He couldn’t bring himself to get annoyed or tell Shoto no, so he simply sighed and brought his arm back down.

“Thank you” Shoto nodded. “I’m just on edge, sorry.” He apologized, wringing his hands with a nervous expression on his face.

Shoto felt a slight weight on his back as Bakugou took to lightly cuddling him, a rare display of mostly unprompted affection. “It’s fine, just let us worry about it.” He spoke, trying to sound irritated but the affection in his voice was clear.

Shoto smiled, laying his arms on top of Bakugous as he closed his eyes a little, just to rest them for a bit.

But then, he felt a little poke to his belly and let out a little squeak. Shoto looked at Sero, a faint blush dusting his cheeks as his boyfriend grinned at him. He couldn’t see Bakugou’s face, but he was positive him and Sero were sharing a smirk right now.

“…Oh no.” Shoto said to be a little bit dramatic and because of the excited butterflies fluttering around in his stomach now. He found himself trying to scrunch up, but ultimately, it was a pointless action since he was so squished between them.

“Hey Bakugou, don’t tell Roki, but I think theyre may be a monster or two nearby.” Sero spoke as if Shoto weren’t right there, nervously, excitedly glancing between his two boyfriends.

Bakugou was not usually one to partake in such silly and playful teasing, but he could make an exception for his boyfriends. “Really? What kind of monster?” He asked and gently ran his fingers up Shoto’s side a bit closer to his back, making him squeak into his hands.

“I think it may be a couple of tickle monsters. And I think they’re right in this tent.” Sero whispered and smiled as Shoto started to giggle slightly at the pure silliness of all this.

“Hey, Icyhot, try and take this seriously. You of all people could definitely be in some serious trouble.” Bakugou teased, giving Shoto a little pinch to the side.

Shoto stayed giggling but tried to as subtly as possible turn onto his back, making himself more of a convenient target. But obviously, Sero and Bakugou weren’t nice enough to let that slide.

“Shoto, what are you doing? Think you’ll make it with a belly this ticklish and cute? Surely you’re done for.” Sero said in fake sadness, ever so slightly digging into the sides of Shoto’s stomach.

“Thihihis is sohoho mehehehean!” Shoto giggled, now slightly squirming as Bakugou joined in on tickling him, taking to gently tickling Shoto’s underarms.

“Sorry, guess its just dangerous to have such a ticklish little dork out here by himself.” Bakugou teased and lightly blew into Shoto’s ear, making him squeak and scrunch up.

“Yohohou two chohose tohoho doho thihihihis!” Shoto argued but found himself trying to squirm closer to Sero and to the tickles.

“No, not us. Its the tickle monsters, Roki. We tried telling you.” Sero shrugged. He shared another look with Bakugou and the blond sat up and moved just a little. Shoto watched as both of his boyfriends moved and stared down at him. Shoto just let out a little excited giggle.

Sero cracked his knuckles for dramatic effect and Bakugou settled himself on Shoto’s shins. He leaned forward a bit with his hands on Shoto’s knees, “Any last words, pretty boy?”

Shoto genuinely thought about that for a second and covered his face with his hands and giggled. Since he didn’t have anything to say, Sero and Bakugou teasingly held their hands up above Shoto. Sero started massaging his thumbs into Shoto’s hips as Bakugou pinched around his thighs and scratched his knees.

Shoto quickly got all squirmy and of course, started doing this big, still surprising high pitched laugh. “NAHAHAHA, WAHAHAIT!” Shoto laughed but he was happy and definitely not thinking about the creepy ghost stories anymore. He was far too distracted by all the attention and his own laughter.

“Wait for what, Darling? Just say the word and we’ll leave you alone.” Sero shrugged, giving Shoto a little pinch to his stomach, making him snort at the sudden change in tickles.

“Yeah, I think we’ve already waited long enough so, you can deal with it. Even if you’re definitely having fun with this.” Bakugou added in, grinning at his now red in the face boyfriend.

“I KNOHOHOW!” Shoto didn’t have the brain power to argue or lie so, he simply agreed and dealt with it as Bakugou had put it. Though after a couple minutes, Shoto grew genuinely tired and tears pricked at his eyes from laughing so much. He tapped Sero’s leg, too tired to say anything.

And just like that, they let up. Although Sero did gently trace little patterns into Shoto’s belly, something they learned he quite liked after being tickled. It helped him calm down and relax but kept him lightly giggling.

“You okay, Love?” Sero asked as Bakugou moved off of Shoto’s legs and back beside him, starting to play with his hair a little. Shoto was doing these soft, breathy giggles and nodded.

“Yeahaha. I’m definitely tihired nohow.” Shoto giggled with a small nod. Sero smiled and gave Shoto a little pat to his stomach before he laid next to him, Bakugou quickly joining them and pulling one of the bigger blankets they brought over the three of them.

Shoto sighed softly as he was squished between his two boyfriends again, no longer nervous or on edge from anything. Just completely blissful and sleepy.

Bakugou finally clicked off the lantern and Shoto comfortably dozed off in the middle of the little cuddle pile.

[lunamadrigal]

I haven’t written anything in ages and I fear if I don’t start again the well will completely dry up so I’m going to ramble off a drabble that has literally no tie to anything and is just for giggles. Based on some summer au banter between three weirdos /pos 💕

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🌊 🌴 🥥 ⛱️

Road Trip (part one?)

“Phone? Charger?? Oh! Did you pack sunscreen?!” 

The insides of my hand-me-down faded, what was once mint green, duffle bag jingled about as a pair of frantic hands dug through the contents. It took me a solid hour to arrange everything neatly inside, rolling clothes carefully and tucking everything in its rightful place which was now a complete minefield.

“Má please. Are you serious right now?!” I clenched my teeth in an attempt to reign in the attitude that I felt bubbling up.

She knows how I feel about this. Everything in its place. Order. Perfect order.

“Do you really think Diego didn’t double and then triple check his list before packing?” Auri’s tone sassed out from behind his smirk where he watched in complete amusement as my má tested the level of my patience.

Just breathe. It’s cool. You can fix it later.

“Very funny, hothead.” I tossed my last buñuelo in Auri’s direction and watched as the sugary ball kissed his cheek at full force and bounced to the floor.

“Jerkface.” His smirk grew two inches as he wiped at the grainy bits covering the side of his face.

“SUNSCREEN!?” A high pitched motherly call broke us out of our teasing.

“Luna, will I actually need sunscreen?? Come on. I don’t think so. And besides –” Auri pushed himself off the kitchen counter he was leaning against, pointing one defiant finger at the side pouch of my duffle bag. The bright yellow bottle stuck out like a sore thumb, silencing my má immediately.

Before she had a chance to find another thing to worry over, two loud honks echoed from outside. Followed by one more generously long honk. Three. Three is lucky. I breathed a sigh of relief at the thought.

My má’s lips pursed together tightly, with her eyes scanning around for something else to say, likely already holding back some tears. “We’ll be fine mami. I’ll text you when we get there. Promise.” I held my pinky out to her, wiggling it in the air.

“And you’ll send me photos.” She interlocked her pinky with mine, giving it a squeeze. “And — and —”

A gust of wind interrupted her, blowing a lock of her wavy hair into her face as Auri opened the front door, bags in hand, giving me a fierce eyeroll from the door. He had repeatedly said last night that ‘Luna will be a hot mess when we leave’ and he bet she wouldn’t hold off on the waterworks before we made it out the house. He wasn’t wrong but I was never going to admit that to him.

“GET IN LOSERS!” Ignacio’s famous baritone voice boomed from the cherry red VW bus. Its recent fresh coat of paint reflected the bright summer rays brilliantly back at us, matching the fiery grin he wore as he hung out the open passenger window.

“WE RIDE AT DAWN BOYS!” He added with both fists raised in the air, rocking the bus like a gentle ocean wave.

“It’s NOON! FOOL!” I chuckled watching Javier slink down into his seat in the back of the bus as he was correcting him, regardless of the obvious quote Nacio had been making. 

“Oh whatever bro, chill. You gonna be like this the whole ride to the resort?” It wasn’t much of a question the way Ignacio snapped back at Javi.

Sliding the side door open and tossing our bags into the very end of the bus I crawled in, giving Auri a tug before falling the rest of the way inside. The bus was crammed full of every item imaginable, giving The Little Mermaid and her whosits and whatsits a run for her money.

“Are those flippers?” Auri whispered into my ear, pressed up against my arm tightly. Our two bodies packed like sardines. “And a uh—-”

“Metal detector?” I finished, staring at the odd long object poking through the pile of bags. Undoubtedly one of Javi’s necessities. 

“See…”, nudging his side gently, “... you can never be too prepared.”

Auri’s eyelashes grazed his lids, rolling his eyes so far back I’m sure he saw the inside of his head as he did it. “Course you would say that.” He leaned in and brushed his nose over mine ever so faintly but sending his cheeks a shade usually reserved for his firefly amber flames.

“None of that cute crap on summer vacation my dudes! This ain’t your honeymoon.”

Both of our faces burned ten times brighter hearing Ignacio’s tease. He was musing over his own joke, arms crossed over the passengerside’s headrest as he ducked to fit between the small space.

Two hotheads in one pintsized bus for five hours… What could go wrong? I smiled to myself looking back from Nacio to Auri. Their eyes narrowed on each other in what would surely turn into a heated battle of snarky remarks if someone doesn’t intervene.

“Tunes?” The voice of an angel perked up from the driver’s seat, long dark hair cascading over her shoulder, sporting the most retro pink pair of sunglasses I’d ever seen.

Praise the sweet angelic God’s for Angelina. Her soft kind eyes met mine, thanking her silently.

“Tunes.” I repeated cheerfully, happy for the distraction.

“TUNESSSSSSSS!” Four ecstatic voices harmonized together inside our red shoebox of a bus.

Only one person’s voice was missing among our crews and all eye’s fell on the sour face, poking his golden glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“God. I don’t know these people.” Javi huffed at us with a tiny smile creeping at the corners of his lips.

My smile felt unstoppable as the thought sparked in my mind.

‘Journal, Day 1 Summer Vaca

This is gonna be epic.’

Art found here

Angelina, Javier & Ignacio belong to @cheesy-cryptid & @artsynellyyy

Aureliano belongs to @daliceus

Diego is my oc bebé

Angelina's summer mixtape

[thisnoah]

"You treat your mouth as if it's Heaven's gate"

[Too Sweet by Hozier]

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

Only the most important bits of the dev stream (trust me) with subtitles!

[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 66

Part 1 Part 65

They’re all sent off to school with a command to “act normal” from Hopper so they don’t draw any more attention to themselves while he investigates. As if any of them can even tell what normal means anymore. Still, they go, taking Steve’s car since Eddie’s is still out on unwilling loan.

Steve doesn’t protest when Eddie slides into the driver’s seat.

There’s nothing playing in the tape deck, just silence past the smooth sound of Steve’s engine rumbling beneath them. Every time Eddie glances toward the passenger seat, Steve is staring blankly out his window. Even Eddie reaching over to squeeze his knee garners no reaction.

He keeps his hand there, regardless, hoping the warmth will seep into him while he drifts and keep him warm no matter where his mind is.

Once parked in front of the school, Eddie jumps out of the car like normal. Steve doesn’t. So, he walks around the front of the car to open the door, bowing lowly with a flourish of his hand, playing the part of his gracious valet. Or enthusiastic date.

There’s a ghost of a smile as Steve finally unbuckles his belt and climbs out, elbowing Eddie in the ribs as he passes.

He doesn’t grab his bag, so Eddie does, swinging it onto his shoulders, slamming the passenger door and sprinting after Steve where he’s somehow already halfway across the parking lot.

The smile’s already dropped by the time he catches up and matches his pace. He’s staring ahead vacantly enough that Eddie briefly worries he’s no longer on this plane at all, but he’s walking normally, and he nods at the few classmates who call out to him as they pass.

Popularity isn’t something that can be entirely shrugged off like an ill-fitting jacket. It dogs Steve’s footsteps still, sticking to him even after he’d quit all sports teams, had faded out entirely from the high school party scene. Had started to stick to Eddie’s side like they’re tied together by the wrist.

Steve never even seems to notice the way girls still light up around him, and sometimes jocks will wander up to talk about their sportsball games like Steve had still been out there with them scoring the winning goal. Steve always smiles affably, slaps them on the back, shoots the shit, and then he’s on his way.

Like it’s all still normal to him. Expected, even.

But now, the barest nod is all anyone else gets. Except Eddie.

Because when Eddie drops him off at his classroom, he walks in, shrugs off Steve’s backpack and drops it by the seat Steve’s in the middle of settling into. He bows again, and murmurs a quiet, “parting is such sweet sorrow,” while the few kids already in their own seats gawk at the spectacle he’s making.

Steve meets his eyes for the first time that morning, brown eyes fathomless but squinting at the corners as he smiles up at him. Beautiful in the way it’s finally reaching his eyes. “See you at lunch?” he asks, like that’s not a given.

Eddie looks around furtively at the circle of empty seats that still surround them, calculates the distance between them and the nearest warm body, and decides to risk it all.

“See you then, angel,” he says, keeping his gaze locked on Steve’s own until he looks down to dig a notebook and pen out of his bag, ears turning a light pink.

Eddie whistles all the way out the door and into his own homeroom, but the cheer dissipates quickly as Steve’s absence settles into his bones.

He can feel him from the other side of the school. Eddie wants to be with him so badly that it feels like Steve’s reeling him in, the pressure in his sternum almost too much to keep his ass in his assigned seat. It grows from first period to second, until he has to convince himself several times not to skip English to wait outside Steve’s own classroom door like an overeager basset hound.

Act Normal. Be Normal. As if Eddie knows how to do that.

Jeff keeps giving him sideways glances from across the room that Eddie easily avoids by keeping his eyes on the clock, urging the seconds to tick along faster, as if he’s Supergirl and not just a freak with separation anxiety.

Everything goes in one ear and out the other until lunch. He practically skips to the cafeteria, grabbing Steve’s lunch as well as his own because Steve always gets waylaid on the way.

He sits at the usual table, ignoring Jeff’s glare, and Doug’s pointed questions, and Gareth’s downright bitching while he stares at the cafeteria entrance, willing Steve’s bitchy little face to appear in its threshold.

Barb settles beside him, forcibly shoving Gareth down the table despite his protests. Eddie glances over at her to see the same dark bags under his own eyes.

“Tell me what’s going on,” she demands. “What did Owens sa—”

“Not here!” he hisses, looking around. Doug’s looking right at him with his stupid, judgmental face. “Do you want everyone all up in this?”

She scoffs, stealing a fry from his plate before he can bat her hand away. “No one was paying attention until you made a scene.” When Eddie just scowls at her, she rolls her eyes, but acquiesces, “You’re filling me in later.”

Eddie nods before dismissing her entirely to look back toward the threshold. Toward that insistent tug tug tug.

It’s been too long. He gets up, abandoning both of their lunches to follow the line. “Where are you going?” Barb demands, getting up to follow him with a dramatic huff. “Like a toddler, honestly.”

It’s moments like this when he can see how Barb and Nancy ended up friends. When she puts her nose in the air just so, he can almost picture them emulating each other as little girls, feeding off the little bitches they both are on the inside.

“Steve’s missing,” he says, walking fast enough that she’s got to do a little jog around a few students to catch up.

“He’s like ten minutes late to lunch, not lost in the—”

She cuts herself off, but Eddie knows what she was about to say. Not lost in the Upside-Down. Not taken, again. As if she has any idea at all.

“You didn’t see it,” Eddie mutters, walking faster, faster, faster.

Barb doesn’t reply, just quick-steps in time with his slightly longer legs.

She’s right, though. Steve’s not missing, not taken, not gone at all. He’s standing in the middle of the hallway, glaring at Perkins and Hagan like they’d just spit in his face. His fists are clenched, his cheeks are flushed. He looks alive.

Eddie and Barb stand at the corner, peering around it like half-assed sleuths. Steve’s gotta know they’re there. Or at least that Eddie is, but he doesn’t look their way.

“—think it’s a good idea to air my own private business out to him?” Steve demands, flicking his hand toward Hagan dismissively.

Perkins throws her hands in the air with an abortive scream of frustration. “Air what?” she asks. “You won’t even tell me what the hell’s going on!”

“And why should I,” Steve snarls, less as a question and more as a scoff. “So, you whisper everything I tell you into your boyfriend’s ear at night?”

“I wouldn’t—”

Hagan, ever the prize, barrels right over her with his own shit. “Steve just doesn’t want you to know how far he’s snapped, babe,” he says, smirking up at Steve as he takes a step closer, chest pumped out in the same way of primates posturing everywhere. “If he thinks he’s got magical traveling powers, who knows what else he’s hiding in that messed up head of his?”

In that moment, it becomes abundantly clear that Perkins had told Hagan everything she’d heard. Steve’s face blanches white, then splotches red. “How fucking dare you!” Steve demands, but he’s not looking at Hagan at all. He’s looking at Perkins. Only Eddie sees the way Hagan’s face falls at the dismissal before he paints that same jaunty grin back on his face. “You told him?” 

Perkins screeches, throwing her hands out with enough ferocity that one smacks Hagan in the chest hard enough to send him stumbling back a step. Still, no one looks his way. “What was I supposed to do?” she asks, voice warbling and high-pitched. “We’re worried!”

Hagan snorts and mutters, “you’re worried,” pointedly until Perkins elbows him hard in the ribs.

Eddie watches Steve’s face fall. Perkins and Hagan are too busy verbally brawling in the hallway, but they don’t know about the sky-blue teddy bear that still resides on their bed. They don’t know the way Steve’ll sometimes hug it to his chest before bed, curling into a ball around it as he holds it close to his chest.

They don’t know there’s anything to look for, or maybe they just don’t care. But it doesn’t matter, because by the time the pair’s turned back to Steve, he’s shorn up his facade, back to the look of haughty indifference he’d worn for years around this school. Eddie hasn’t missed it.

“Steve, please–” she says, and she sounds desperate. Like whatever she’s saying, she means it. But Steve’s closing down on all sides, and Eddie can’t stand a second more of this. 

 “Oh, Ms. Perkins, darling,” he calls, skipping down the hallway like he’s not seething. “I believe you have something of mine.”

It takes her a second to rip her gaze away from Steve’s shuttered expression. She stares blankly up at him before something sparks behind her eyes. She scowls up at him, digging his keys out of her pocket and tossing them his way with narry a thanks. 

“By your leave then, my lady,” he says, curtsying while Hagan rolls his eyes and Perkins gazes wistfully down the hall where Barb and Steve are almost out of sight.

Eddie jogs to catch up and reclaim his rightful spot at his Angel’s side. 

Part 67

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[ecle-c-tic]

Middle Earth Asks

🥔 po-tay-toes: one of the hobbits invited you for a meal; who are dining with? Which of the seven meals are you enjoying?

🍞 lembas bread: what's the best road trip snack?

🌾farmer maggot's field: what is your favourite plant? Do you enjoying gardening?

🌼 simbelmynë: You've got the opportunity to bring one character back to life, who is it?

🍃 leaves of lórien: what gift would you most like to receive?

📽 action!: rank all six of the films (or three if you're a hater)

🚲 bicycle basket: what is your favourite middle earth meme?

🌟starlight: you're allowed to live in one of the Elf Kingdoms of Middle Earth, which one are you picking?

💀 Hey, did you know-: What is your favourite piece of behind the scenes trivia?

🌙 moon runes: which of Tolkien's languages would you most like to speak?

🧂 best salt in all the shire: which small joys do you most look forward to? (particular tea, using a perfume, rereading a book, etc.)

✂ cutting room floor: of all of the things that didn't quite make it into the movies, what would you have most liked to see?

☕ may I tempt you with a cup of chamomile?: What is your favourite hot beverage?

🐎 bill the pony: who is the best mount in all of middle earth?

🌳 fangorn forest: Which of Tolkien's creechurs is your favourite?

🔮 palantír: you've found a palantir! Who are you hitting up in middle earth? What are you telling them?

⏳ time and age: which poorly aged scene from LOTR is your favourite?

✨ evenstar: Who is your favourite middle earth couple?

🎆 fireworks: you're invited to Bilbo's 111th, what present do you think you'd receive?

🕷 creepy crawlies: which of tolkien's creatures do you think is the most frightening?

💍 my precious: what role do you think you'd play in the fate of the ring?

📜the company of Throin II Oakenshield: who is your favourite dwarf from the company?

🕶 i care not: what common complaint about the movies or novels doesn't bother you?

📢 motivational speech: which film speech do you find most invigorating?

🔥 barbecue: who is the worst antagonist?

🍿 popcorn: list your top 5 supporting characters

🎇 firefly: which (known) deleted scene would you most like to see?

⛏ expedition to Moria: which side character's adventures would you watch a spin-off movie about?

🎞 extra film: is there an extended scene that should have absolutely made it into the theatrical cut? which one and why?

🎵 can you sing, master hobbit?: Which song (from books or movies) is your favourite?

🖋 quill and ink: which of tolkien's themes resonates most strongly with you?

🗝 lost heirloom: which heirloom/object in the films or novels would you like to learn more about?

💿 leitmotifs and orchestras: which of the films songs (Howard Shore or singer) is your favourite?

🍲eowyn's home cooking: which other way could the ring be destroyed? (funny answers only)

🧙‍♂️precisely when he means to: what is your favourite gandalf moment?

⚔ you have my sword: what is your favourite aragorn moment?

🏹 and my bow: what is your favourite legolas moment?

🪓and my axe: what is your favourite gimli moment?

🍄 MUSHROOMS!: what is your favourite moment from the hobbits?

💎 the arkenstone: favourite Thorin and/or company moment?

🧵 spool: list your top five favourite costumes from any of the films.

📕 the red book of westmarch : what is your favourite quote(s)?

💛 family: what is your favourite family moment throughout the novels/films?

👀 the eye of sauron: who are you looking at disrespectfully?

🗺 arda: if you could travel anywhere in middle earth, where would you go?

👑the silver crown: the war is won, the world is saved, the king has been crowned. Who are you partying with at the coronation?

✏ rewrites: here's a pencil, which ONE thing in the novels/films are you changing?

🐺 GROND GROND GROND: which of the battles is your favourite to watch? is there a combat scene in particular that you enjoy?

⚠ fucking buckleberry ferry: from the clip of Dom and Billy discussing the one swear word they could theoretically get by censors, which line would you change?

📚 boxset: how were you first introduced to Middle Earth?

🏔 the misty mountains: the pass is treacherous, which two characters are you taking with you to make it over the mountains?

🌄 the rolling hills of the shire: what is your favourite outdoor activity?

🌋 mount doom: what middle earth take are you throwing into the fire?

⚙ technology: everything is exactly the same but you can give one character a modern invention. Who is it and what are you giving them?

⛵valinor: we're approaching the end of this game, is there a take/opinion you absolutely want to share?

🦅 the eagles: What thing or thought saves the day when it's not going so well?

🦗 weta: you're allowed to take one prop (or the canon useful version) home with you from the set, what are you taking?

☀ when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer: either share a piece of good news or something you're looking forward to.

📖 final chapter: what unanswered questions do you have middle earth?

[balkanbitch]

No one will understand how interesting I find rise raph and Mikey relationship is

Both Mikey and raph are fixers. Raph wants to fix all of his family's problems and make them feel safe and secure. While Mikey wants to fix any person he meets with any sorta of issue and will put anything and everything to fix it

So raph is taking a very physical (and somewhat emotional) burden to keep his family safe. He always puts himself infront of any danger to protect them. He makes sure they don't hurt themselves or get in any trouble. He wants to keep them safe and will hurt himself doing it and he has taken it as his sole responsibility.

Mikey similar takes on an emotional burden of his family. He is keeping everyone together. He is pushing them to get along. He is seeking them out to try and fix their problem. While it is to a much lesser extent than raph he is still subconsciously trying to fix his families emotional issues.

So like I feel like it would be really interesting to see these traits interact.

Like Raph notices something is up with Mikey and wants to try and fix it. But Mikey has picked up on the fact that raph is taking on weight of everything that is wrong in the family and does not want to add on to it with his issues. So than Mikey tries to FIX RAPH issues and raph, not trying to burden his youngest brother, ignores Mikey's attempts. And it just keeps creating this feedback loop until everything just explodes.

[scrollonso]

First Kiss (Race 12)

A strollonso AU where 18 year old rookie Lance Stroll falls helplessly in love with the notoriously mean world champion. (2.3k words, no warnings) [@v3lnys @biancathecool] {NXJDXJWDJXDWJCFJWDC}

last part - masterlist - next part

Lance had practically begged his dad to book the same hotel as Renault, eager to be the first to wish the Spaniard a happy birthday.

"Nando"

"Lancito"

"Hi Nandooooo"

"Is everything alright, mi sol?"

"What room are you in?"

"532, why?"

":)"

"Ok, niño"

"Watch it el viejo"

Lance smiled, checking the time and seeing it was 23:47, he was practically jumping up and down he was so excited for the Spaniards birthday

As soon as he saw there was a few minutes until midnight he shoved his phone in his pocket a sped to the fifth floor, desperately searching for the room the world champion was in.

He felt jittery, hands shaking as he reached the door, knocking cautiously

"Si?" The Spaniard called out, confused when he got no response. He got up from his bed, heading to the door to unlock it and peek out, yawning as he did so "Who is i-"

"FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS" Lance shouted, barging into the mans room

"God, Lancito, I was so scared" Fernando sighed, smiling at the excited teenager in his hotel room "Thank you"

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, AM I THE FIRST ONE TO SAY IT?" He grabbed the Spaniards shoulders, shaking him back and fourth until he got a response, a simple nod, his smile widened, practically all his teeth showing through his wide grin

"No ones every cared this much about my birthday, Lancito"

"I care!" He jumped up and down slightly, hair shaking all over the place as he spoke, feeling like he was going to explode "I don't have a present- I had no idea what to get you, seriously it was so hard i cried and gave up."

Fernando shook his head, laughing at the boys confession "Is okay, Lancito, this is enough" He reassured him, pulling him into another hug, eyelids heavy as he found himself leaning comfortably in the taller boys arms

"Sleepy?" Lance asked, cocking his head to the side "I already made sure I was the first so I can leave so you can sleep now"

Fernando hummed, laying his head in the crook of the boys neck, his tight grip on the Canadian saying more than enough

"Okay then, I'll stay if you love me that much"

He scoffed, sitting up to shoot Lance a glare "Yeah, yeah, maybe I do want you to go back now"

"Oh, come on!" He frowned, moving his hands together as if he was praying "I came alllll this way" He dragged out his words, knowing Fernando knew they were staying in the same hotel again, Lances room just a few floors away.

"Well, since you traveled this far..." He furrowed his brows, seeming deep in thought before he spoke again "Take your shoes off" Lance did then he was pulled onto the bed, Fernando still keeping a tight grip on the rookie as he pulled up the duvet

"Thank you, birthday boy" Lance muttered, being surrounded by the warmth of the other was quick to make him tired.

"You're welcome, mi sol" Fernando whispered, his fingers twirling the Canadians hair between his pointer and thumb, this was nice, nothing like the first time they'd fallen asleep together when Lance was drunk. They'd gotten closer, it wasn't weird for two coworkers to sleep like this together, it was just two guys as close as possible, ones head on the others chest, the other absentmindedly inhaling his scent as they drifted off to sleep, possibly the best start to a race week ever.

When Fernando woke up it took him a second to register what the weight on his chest was, smiling once he realized who it was.

He turned his head to the side, scanning the boys face as his chest rose and fell. Lps curved slightly with his hair a total mess, Fernando thought he looked gorgeous. He was finally coming to terms with it, Giancarlos' words resonating with him as he admitted to himself that he really did have feelings for the Racing Point driver.

Lance woke up shortly after, whining as he stretched, moving one hand to rub his eyes, the other trapped under Fernando. As his eyes opened he remembered where he was and what day it was "Happy birthday, Nando" He spoke, still slightly groggy.

"Thank you, Lancito" Fernando whispered a response, having to resist the urge to kiss the boys forehead, the position they were in was so intimate to the Spaniard, his heart rate quickening, Lance closing his eyes as he listened.

Fernando had to wake up Lance again, realizing they only had 15 minutes to get dressed and to the paddock

"I'm fast, Nando, jus lemme sleep more" He mumbled, wrapping his arms tighter around the Spaniard

"No, Lancito, we need to go" He hummed, sitting up with the boy "We are going to get in trouble if we don't hurry."

Somehow it worked and now they were walking onto the paddock together, Lance more energized than the last time he woke up late

"I'm so excited!" He smiled, wrapping his arm around Fernandos shoulders as they walked "Quali on your birthday, how do you feel?"

"Birthdays are cursed, Lancito, is no good being excited, always ends bad"

"Oh" Lance frowned, feeling bad for being so excited when Fernando was concerned about his performance

"But," He started, seeing how Lance's demeanor changed "All my other birthdays I didn't have my lucky charm" Fernando added, arm snaking around the Canadians waist, earning a smile out of him

Maybe Fernando was right, birthdays were cursed. Lance qualified 11th which was fine but when he heard Fernando qualified 7th he was shocked seeing as it was the worst he'd done all season.

As soon as he pulled back into the pits he headed to the Renault garage, the engineers now used to his presence.

"He's in his drivers room" One informed the boy, pointing him to the back of the garage "I'm sure he wouldn't mind you going back there

Lance nodded, shooting him a quick thank you as he made his way to the room, knocking on the door with his middle finger "Nando?"

The door opened seconds later, a weak smile on Fernandos face as he saw the rookie

"Hola, Nando"

"Lancito, Hola, do you see what I meant now?" He laughed, stepping back to invite the driver in pink into the room

"I do, I'm sorry, Nando" He frowned, hoping Fernando wasn't going to let this ruin his day

"Is okay, Lancito, sick of thinking about it" Fernando hummed, grabbing his phone from the couch behind him and turning back to Lance "Hungry?"

"Yeah, lemme treat you, Nando" He said, grabbing the Spaniards hand and pulling him out of the room, engineers trying not to stare at the smiley pair

Lance and Nico got to the paddock together, Nico talking about all the things he was gonna force Lance to do with him after the race since they were in Germany

"Then after the castle we could go to the Marienplatz and then-"

"You know theres only 24 hours in a day, right Nico?"

"I'll make it work" He rolled his eyes, patting Lance on the back "Just don't spend all afternoon with your boyfriend"

"Boyfriend?' Lance echoed, almost laughing at the word

"Fernando, it's kinda obvious, Bubu"

"I'm not gay, Nico."

"You aren't?"

"I'm not"

"We'll see about that"

Lance laughed, figuring Nico was joking but the German was dead serious, he knew a gay guy when he saw one (his twink gaydar is very strong) {because he is one}

Lance grabbed his phone quickly, sending Fernando a good luck message before hopping in his car, having not had any time before the race. He pulled onto the grid and found his spot, fingers drumming on his steeringwheel as he waited for the lights to go off, cars finally flying through the track.

They did a formation lap, settling back into their spots now that they'd had a chance to warm the tyres, lights ahead turning on one by one before shutting off, Lance pressing hard on the throttle as he shot forward.

On lap 59 he was in 7th place, Barrichello not far ahead of him. He was confident he could catch up to him if he pushed harder so he did, pushing through turn 8 until his wheel rim failed, sending the rookie spinning through the track and into the grass.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" He repeated, holding his helmet in his hands as he groaned

"Are you okay, Lance?" Brad asked, waiting patiently for the Canadians response. All he got was a mhm as the boy left the car, slipping his helmet off as the others finished the last 8 laps of the race.

He found his way back to the garage and back to Nico, who had retired before the race had even started after he spun and crashed into the barriers in the warm up lap.

"Some race, huh, Bubu?"

"Yeah, buncha cars on the track" He said sarcastically as only 12 had managed to finish, Fernando ending up in 5th.

"Fernado, Fernando Alonso! How do you feel about another P5 finish?!" He was asked, being bombarded with microphones as he walked

"I do not mind, am too far in the lead of the championship to be worried."

"Do you feel like your friendship with rookie Lance Stroll is contributing to your bad luck recently?"

"What kind of fucking question is that?" He scoffed, tone changing drastically in a matter of seconds

"Is that a yes?"

"Fuck off" He shook his head, not believing what the journalist was suggesting as he sped off, muttering coño under his breath as he did so

Lance and the world champion ended up sitting to the side of the garages, Lance kicking his feet as he sat on top of a bunch of plastic boxes, Fernando standing in front of him

"I could've finished right behind you, y'know"

"I do, I was asking about you as we raced, I made my engineer update me every time you overtook someone"

"Are you that obsessed with me?"

"I am" Fernando admitted, Lance laughing at yet another dead serious comment.

Once they ran out of things to talk about fron todays race they changed the topic, talking more about themselves.

"Y'know some pinche pendejo asked if you were bringing me bad luck?"

"Do you not feel like i am?"

"Of course not, you are my good luck charm, just had a bad week, is all"

Lance smiled, nodding as Fernando spoke "Good, I don't think I could give you up because of a little bad luck

"I'd rather lose races than lose you, mi sol" Fernando laughed, leaning on the wall behind him

"You're too sweet, Nando, I'm blushing" He turned away, waving his hand at the Spaniard

They kept talking, unsure how the conversation took a turn to romance

"Have you ever kissed someone, Lancito?"

Lance cringed at the question, wondering if his lack of experience was evident

"I'll take that as a no"

"I'm not sure what you mean, I've kissed so many girls" He said sarcastically, resituating himself on the stack he was using as a seat

"No boys?"

"No one" Lance laughed, looking back at Fernando before continuing "I have no idea how to kiss, all I know is how to race"

"I could teach you" Fernando spoke, the atmosphere changing drastically at the four words, Lance unable to hide the pink flush of his cheeks

"You want to kiss me?"

"If you'd let me."

"Why do you want to kiss me?" His brows furrowed, leaning back slightly as he awaited a response

"You didn't give me a birthday present, you aren't in any position to deny me of this" He frowned jokingly, not expecting Lance to nod and lean forward

"Then kiss me before i change my mind" And with that Fernandos lips were on his, hands on either side of the boys face as he followed along, copying whatever the shorter man was doing

As the kiss continued he moved his hands down his sides, squeezing as he reached the boys waist, pulling their cores together as he listened to Lance's heavy breathing, smile on his face as soon as their lips parted

"I didn't realize how hard it would be to breathe" Lance laughed, covering his face in order to hide how red he was.

"It'll get easier with practice, niño"

Lance moved his hands, pushing Fernando softly as he heard the word "You can't call me that after you just kissed me, weirdo!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I won't joke anymore, mi sol." The Spaniard laughed, hands settling back on his hips as he moved closer "You're good at kissing for someone who's never done it before"

"I was just copying you" He muttered, nervous with how close their faces were, his eyes being the ones to linger to the mans lips this time

"If you want to kiss me again you can" Fernando whispered, smiling at the immediate feeling of the Canadians lips on his. It was nice, this, the reality of Fernando being the first to be close to him like this, the first lips to ever be on his.

They stayed there for a while, a flustered Lance refusing to look Fernando in the eyes until they headed back to their hotel.

Fernando kissed the corner of the boys mouth in the elevator before they parted ways, both going back to their seperate hotel rooms, Fernando practically exploding with excitement on his way back as Lance's mind began to fill with guilt, his beliefs turning such a sweet moment bitter now that he was left alone with them.

[ghostaholics]

I had a dream about your enemies with benefits ghost x reader where the reader had a cryptic pregnancy. She kinda just doubled over in pain randomly and BOOM. Baby.

HE'S A LETHAL PERFECTIONIST TO THE CORE: rigid expectations impressed upon everyone; it's what makes him a first-rate soldier – grit factor and an appetite for excellence in everything he does.

(The thing is, Ghost doesn't make mistakes.

Of course, there's a first time for everything.)

It's chaos walking in Bangladesh, guerrilla warfare against an AQ cell weaseled away in Dhaka because the shiteheads have business with the organized crime bosses here. It's a city jam-packed with civilians, innocent lives. No open-fire allowed. A place like this means guerrilla warfare. Hit-and-run tactics. God knows he's not trying to start an international incident by blowing up half the bloody capital.

Cloak-and-dagger: they're picked off one-by-one. It takes a full day. A mess to be cleaned up, and he does it exceptionally well.

Ghost doesn't get any reports outside of the mission until he relays his total kill count.

"Good work," Laswell radios in. "We need you on the first flight to Oslo."

He lets out a slow exhale while jumping into the driver's seat of the vehicle he commandeered a couple blocks over. Time to make his way to the airport, then. They need his back-up. He knows what that means. But he's not going to think about the fact that the rest of the One-Four-One are there for a completely different ops and whether things have gone south if they're calling him in. He was supposed to be their fallback plan. "Everything solid?"

"It's Mav."

His grip around the steering wheel tightens. If he starts speeding through the streets, then he doesn't notice, too tuned in to the conversation at hand. "Fill me in."

"Landed herself in the hospital."

Again? Christ. It's the second visit in six months. He was there for the first one. Damn near had to stop the bloody doctors from calling out her time of death. Fuckin' tossers.

"What's the damage?"

"Well—"

"Alive?"

"Yes," she says quickly.

"Then quit beating around the bush. The hell's wrong with her?"

"All in one piece. Just get here when you can."

Right, so no helpful answers from the Station Chief. And Ghost tries to contact the others, but gets the same fucking silence. Not Price, not Gaz, not even Soap who always answers just to take every opportunity over the comms to blather about anything and everything in real time. He's not sure why he's being kept in the dark like this, but it's definitely putting him on edge.

The only other message he receives from Laswell: Oslo University Hospital. He'd combed the website for information in between stoplights. It'll do, he supposes. Their services don't seem subpar, which at any rate sounds far better than fucking Moscow; he still gets sick thinking about it.

So he checks in, gets his visitor badge. It's a whole ordeal that takes a lot longer than he likes. They tell him what floor, what room. That's the Gyneacology and Obstetrics Wing. He triple-checks, making sure nothing gets lots in translation; doesn't sound right to him, but he'll tear up the place later if they gave him the wrong directions. He memorized the hospital layout already; it'll take him approximately three minutes utilizing the right staircase, or seven minutes if he wants to take his sweet-fucking-time with the elevators.

"Our gift shop is around the corner," they tell him in a thick Norwegian accent before he makes his exit.

Odd.

She doesn't like flowers or cards or sentimental things anyways. Calls them impractical. Would rather hoard his jackets or other belongings of his that she finds useful, so the gift shop would be a waste.

When Ghost finally gets to where he needs to be, 2 minutes and 45 seconds later (skipped every other step just to shave off time), he finds everyone sans Mav waiting outside the room. It's not a happy reunion, despite Soap's grin. Everyone's intact, nobody's dead or anything that would excuse their silence during his trip from Bangladesh. Ghost is extremely unimpressed with their lack of communication and promises that he'll deal with their sorry arses later before shoving his way through the door.

—only to be met with the sight of her sitting up in bed, a tiny newborn bundled in her arms.

... whose fucking baby is that?

And when his eyes snap up to hers, she's glaring at him with a positively seething look that could kill.

[jalo-parker]

My laptop charger got accidentally left at my other parents house for the week so all I have is playboy bunny outfit helsknight.. 😁😁 I am so normal and sane i promise <- hes very clearly lying

I have no explanation for this.. hope you fellow helsknight fans enjoy..?

[self-spaghettification]

Aaravos’s Endless Cold

because of @sthormiiii’s headcanon— I was thinking about how Aaravos has to wear a cloak because he’s cold and. this spawned. Oops

Despite his mastery of both sun and sky, while the powerful archmage could do anything within reason, heating or cool the temperature of the room without a thought, he could not help finding himself freezing regardless. it was the sort of inner chill that soaked you to your bones. that left him shivering and hands trembling with no reason at all, despite the way the fire blazed right in front of him, dancing across his hands, within him. 

he found his body’s involuntary reactions to his solitary confinement an inelegant limitation of his form so he took to wearing a cloak so that as he checked his reflection in the ceaselessly watching mirror, he might not have to look upon the stars that glistened faintly on his skin like the sweat that coated it regardless of his ever constant slight adjustment to temperature. The stars that once shone brightly and winked at him warmly from his skin whispering sweetly of wonders now angrily hummed minor chords and squinted in disdain. It ached in a way more tangible somehow than the constant ache of the inky black tear in the fabric of his ethereal being. He had grown so very, very tired of the pain, and had more important things to attend to. He vaguely wondered what it was like to know temperature, to know love, but with no real commitment to the concept any further. Every time he stretched his mind out to touch the constellations and divine their alignment he was slapped back, his black heartache ate at him and took his stars.

Tears rolled down his face, of no real consequence. He gently touched the black mark making him a mocking example of monstrousness, which he grown used to nonetheless. The days still passed, regardless of the impossibility of knowing. Once, he would have let them take all of him in the darkness, given into the icy cold, the shivering and tears. But withering numb and purposeless into dry tinder,  it was fire he must utilize, dancing across the table, the pit, his hands, burning inside him, and after each bout of those desolate days of darkness—the sun must always rise, mustn’t it—he had grown used to setting fires and burning candles and wearing cloaks to mark his time and burn away his aches. It was enough to believe almost- almost—that the shivers had gone away. So be it, it made no difference if his stars sweat in cold fury or his core shivered in the terrifying icy hunger of a vacuum from the ever open wound. As much as possible, he would cover and neglect them just as the stars taught him—

excommunicated.

[jestiamy]

qsmp makes me feel like a conspiracy theorist almost constantly. I see someone go "yeah bad almost exclusively chooses tophats in games when given the option" and I immediately run back to my conspiracy board and pin that next to the photo of q!slime and q!mariana saying they'll adopt juanaflippa because she has glasses like q!slime/q!mariana respectively under a sticky note captioned "??? the original spanish-english egg pairs were designed in a way meant to attract certain parents to adopting them???", that's connected by red string to a note pad page stating "how random was the parent pairing REALLY?" with nothing under it - which is then connected to a string that leads to several polaroids containing the ending(s) of the wall and the wreckage of the button, captioned "why build a wall that big only to have it end at a certain point?" followed by a string connected to a notebook page in the middle of the board reading "the illusion of choice?" - connected to several other seemingly dead-end questions and theories, as well as some slight stragglers only connected to eachother and not the middle. and then I look over my board covered in feverish notes and I go. yeah okay so I may just have like a slight problem

[aestriiea]

─★°࿔ 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚 ₀₁ .ᐟ

tw!! mentions of drug & alcohol use (fleeting), somewhat in depth description of a depressive episode, overall mental health tw, & familial issues. word count: 1477

(how's it going with the music art?)

(last i heard you’re going through it)

solstice was a strange concept to astrid; she’d never found herself to be a person capable of finding peace. there were only moments of rest and relaxation, where her mind would halt—the river quelled by a temporary blockade, the dam awaiting any number of mild inconveniences that would undoubtedly tear through both it and the moments of peace she never thought to treasure whilst in her grasp. still, when faced with her art, astrid always felt she could manufacture a semblance of that solstice: a sakura micron gripped in her hand, fresh sketchbook open before her, already marred with stains and idle graphite swirls lining the edges of the pages, ink seeping through the pages as her mind wandered—the pen still stuck fast to the paper, ready to tear her thoughts from her head and place them on display. 

there was much she wished to place before her, to clear from her mind and move along with her days unfettered by guilts and nagging doubts chewing away at her from within; yet she couldn’t.

she found herself ensnared within a labyrinth, her ideas stagnant and thoughts wandering aimlessly, veiled by some impenetrable fog. it settled over her mind, bleeding through her bones; her limbs heavy, eyes ringed with red from tears or the comedown—she could rarely ever tell the difference. the fog was cold, unforgiving, and cruel; this wasn’t her first time encountering it, but they’d never gotten along. she’d go from embodying the mentality of a messiah—just a matter of days ago she’d be a concept of sorts, untouchable by the standards laymen had been forced to subject themselves to—and now forced back into her body she was just another ant. worthless. stupid. the stress-coating voices of her friends as they retold her grand adventures to her, worry still present in their eyes only added more adjectives. burden. just utterly insignificant. 

she could feel the fog whispering the disparaging adjectives into her ear, the damp icy tendrils holding her in place. she’d been the one to drag herself out of her bed, ‘ you have to get up astrid. please ? at least talk to me. ’ the sentence repeated day in and day out. the voices and faces of the speakers melding into one dark mass. still, she obliged filled with unforeseen strength, determined to do something to lift a fraction of the weight from her chest. how stupid. to think she could outsmart it. it listened and laid in wait- draining from her the breaths she could barely even take. the pen finally falls from her hand, the state of the effectively ruined sketchbook of no concern to the woman. she rises to her feet, joints tight near unyielding but operative, shuffling back to her unmade mattress she falls onto it, the blaring fan fighting against the heavy blanket wrapped now around her head. this weight was comforting; it deterred the fog even if just for a minute or two she could breathe, she could think. with the clarity came a question: ‘ how’d it happen this time ? why can’t i remember ? ’

no, I can’t even remember

been on a year-long bender

destruction had always come easily to her. it was seemingly sourceless yet unyielding; flowing through her veins only facilitated by her unchecked rage often coming to fruition in blowout arguments with her father and messy late nights spent whirlwinding through grime-infested underground clubs fueled only by drinks too sweet to be legitimate cocktails and mysterious packets offered by fleeting acquaintances she'd swiftly forget. yet amidst the chaos, there was a peculiar allure to the destruction she wielded. she drew attention, feeling alive, irreplaceable. but the nights would end and dawn would break, sending her wandering along roads unwilling to return home. she'd have been a liar had she denied knowing she was unusual, a slave to the whims of her ever-shifting emotions; fears lacing the confidence she fought to exude. she’d mentioned it once to her parents; there’d been another bender ending with an argument, fire spat from her father’s mouth, her mother silent, looking on, disappointment coating the lines of face 

‘ what is wrong with you ? oh you don’t know ? so you think i’m stupid ?‘ yes. ‘ i’m tired of your shit you know ? enough is enough. no more excuses. fuck up like this again and we’re done with you. ‘

 a lesser person would’ve likely folded in the face of such pressure but astrid was her father’s daughter. vitriol met with icy stares as their confrontation escalated, each word dripping with venomous intent. ‘ i hate you ! i wish you were dead. ‘ she knew this had gone too far. for an active duty solider her wish could be made reality in a matter of days, but she didn’t care. he was evil. in her black-and-white world, the murky grey that most people inhabited didn’t exist, and she hoped the same would come to fruition for him. when enraged. break shit. it was the law of the land, she’d been driving a wedge between them since she’d been nine, with that final strike it shattered. she moved through her home as a ghost from then on out, her window becoming her door to the word it wasn’t as though they cared about her anyway. there’s another move. for once, her padlocked journal hears her thoughts on the matter. ‘ heard about a whirlwind that's coming 'round / it's gonna carry off all that isn't bound / when it happens, when it happens / i won't be holding on ‘

japan is different. she’s effectively emancipated, living in a boarding school with less patience for her then her former family. the freedom she’d so desperately craved at the tips of her fingers, begging her to just reach forward and grab ahold of it. something holds her back, and for a while, astrid finds the ever-elusive solstice. she still can’t regulate and gets into far more trouble than one her age should but the war raging within is at a stalemate, art turns into a more present outlet-poetry joining the ranks. she’s sure she’s cured herself, cutting away the tumor her parents had to be. but as with all good things, it ends, and her rage returns; burning from within eating away at all she’d built. hypomania feels like a blessing when it returns for her, bouncing from walls, she’s fine; no one with issues feels this way. no matter what school counselors try to feed her, she knows she’ll be alright. the envelope comes as a surprise: a check. her paperwork. a sealed letter with no return address. she thinks about burning it all, but a small unknown voice pipes up, ‘ maybe it’s time to get my shit together. ’

thought I'd get my shit together

but I blacked out all december

chile was supposed to be different, and in its ways it was, she’d stayed for the art, but the people, the places, found themselves worming their way into her heart. always careful to avoid forming attachments, she’d failed miserably. her attachments had to be all or nothing; with the way her closest friends had become enshrined in her chest and immortalized in her sketchbook, she could only fear it was the former. she’d put on a show for them, ‘eccentric astrid ‘, perhaps even for herself. even her roommate, her best friend, couldn’t know. shouldn’t have known. but as astrid does, she fucked up. ‘ why do you ruin everything ? ‘ it was back. hissing into her ear once more, she was so paper thin, unable to just be normal. it wasn’t her fault; she tried. but the cracks appear, hairline fractures growing into a massive spiderweb, shattering all she’d put together. soon she’d be abandoned, left to her own devices once more. no one to blame but herself, she’s still unwilling to do so. if only she could wait for nightfall and crawl away. 

crawl in my skin sometimes think I’m paper thin

porcelain, tap tap, see the cracks are showing

but she stays in chile, and in her bed, unchanged, unmoved. viña del mar is her home, and the check is long gone. she doesn’t want to leave. she wishes to get better, the fallen stars and burnt out birthday candles carrying her hopes away. but how? how could she rid herself of this ailment, something that’d haunted her across countries, souring relationships, a beast rearing its head only intent on destroying her. she didn’t know. astrid didn’t know a lot of things. but she was sure of one. ‘ i’m so tired of this feeling. ’

all I do is sleep in

i’m so tired of this feeling

maybe a nap would make her feel better. at least she couldn’t hear it when she closed her eyes. 

(don’t know what you’re supposed to do)

(way too old to be this confused)

[fedoranon]

Best head canon I've ever had bar none:

Shang Qinghua has read and enjoyed My Immortal, and that's why his written English is unintelligible to Cucumber-bro

[5amanthus]

Went shopping and had to get my gay old men.

They’re in love your honour.

[sage-is-in-fact-very-tired]

these should all have one place, instead of being a whole lot of rbs and individual posts, so.

Sage, during the season break earlier this year, compiled a list of (nearly) every wacked thing (and every little thing said that was *definitely* (probably) a character thing and not a cc!sherb/irl!sherb thing) during the streams between the break! Notes in parentheses beginning with 'future sage' were written like. ten minutes ago while I was looking back at these. anyway-

everything is under the cut bc this shit *long*

《▪︎▪︎》

[ALL FROM SHERBERT STREAM "Talking about the finale! and pirate fest!"]

- Yellow light background

- Blue Eye

- Beginnings of blood under said blue eye

- Blue eye/Blood is opposite to C!Sherbert's. (So, rather than being on the right, it's on the left)

- Faint-Faint Scar akin to C!Sherbert's one from S1

- Talking about potions/making potions IRL

- Referring to C!Sherbert's desk as "My Desk"

- Facecam border changed, Now White and Yellow

- Saying that they didn't do anything to the portal

- Trying to remember what the portal + Haley looked like

- "I'm pretty sure this is the same thing that showed up when I was at Haley's grave when I ran away, But I don't really remember."

- "I wasn't really looking at pants"

- "No idea what was going on with shoes, didn't really look."

- "I'm pretty sure you're on my screen," didn't quite exactly catch what they said, but they then asked if we could have been objects, or something along the lines- (Did conform that we *were* on the screen. And not in fact objects.)

- "What shoes were you wearing?" Sherbert to Haley, Haley then asking "Where?", Sherbert then going "When you came out if the portal?"

- Sherbert acting as though this is the first/one of the first time their hearing Syndicate ("I don't know why I know this song so well")

- Seemingly forgeting that they did a cover of Syndicate ("You did a cover of it. Oh, Yeah! I did.")

- "No I'm pretty sure that's a Q," not knowing how we got a bleeding eye from that

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[ALL FROM CENTROSS' STREAM "Mermaid times!!!!!"]

- Blood is more obvious, further down their face (More akin to C!Sherbert's blood drips than they were earlier, only more faint and smaller)

- "you still have blood on your face" "Yeah it's kinda been there, not gonna lie" "it just doesn't leave" (Centross and Sherb talking about the blood. While not necessarily a wack thing - we know its bleeding - its definitely a little thing to point out)

- "I don't remember most things, actually," Centross then tells them how weird that is, and how he feels to constantly re-tell them things. ("It's weird, It's like I have to re-tell you everything")

- "I went to school, it was weird, wasn't used to that one."

- "Rae put us in box," when questioned on 'Rae' (Because Centross was on Mer, So it would've been Theo), "Yeah, Rae." (Rather set on it being Rae and not Theo.)

- (Don't know when this Happened) Chat asked about Sherbert's Blue Eye and what was up with it, and Centross then responded "What do you mean? That's their normal eye."

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[ALL FROM HEYHAY STREAM "Fable SMP Build Tour!!"]

- During when Heyhay is showing off the burned old Ominous Bane base, Sherbert (In chat) say "yeah I burned it after everything" which. once again talking about C!Sherbert in the first person as though they *are* C!Sherbert

- When Heyhay shows off Perix's lab, Sherbert (In chat, again) says "oh so thats what those looked like," referring to the big brewing stands. this is despite the fact that Rae drew C!Sherbert a picture of them, and gave it to C!Sherbert. (Tho, Could be in reference to the materials.) [A very in character thing to say.]

- In response to a question about that (I couldn't watch the stream live, to look at chat, and heyhay doesn't put the chat up, so I don't know what the question was-), Sherbert responds, "well i never went to the alchemy lab so-" again, despite Rae drawing them a picture and givving it to them (Again, could ve in reference to material) [Also again, Very in-character thing to say. Using 'I' in reference to C!Sherbert.]

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[ALL FROM SHERBERT STREAM "IT'S CRAB TIME"]

- Blood seems to have decreased since Centross' stream where it was further down. Either that or it's extra-extra faint and was just more noticeable in Centross' stream.

- The faint Scar that was there previously is no longer there

- Few Minutes In, right when they open minecaft, The Background light changes from yellow to green. (Presumably connected to the fact that Krit's not bleeding eye is Green and/or the Rave room)

- Among us are not yellow and purple, Now Orange and Green (Also corresponding to Krit's eye colors)

- Kirt acknowledging things IRL. Specifically the Among Us, and saying how 'They've always been those colors' [Put In this list because while *in* character (I think. They seemed in character) they most definitely acknowledged things IRL]

- After they leave Minecraft, Light changes back to yellow.

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[ALL FROM SHERBERT STREAM "WE'RE GOING TO THE NETHER"]

- Blood still really faint, but going a little further down their face that last stream (Though, it is to be noted that it is not as far down as in Centross' stream the other day)

- Among us are orange and white (? Could be light blue. very hard to tell with the lighting)

- The maniquine that holds C!Sherbert's coat, goggles, and scarf (the one that hangs on their belt) is now infront of CC!Sherbert's Non-Binary flag.

- Few Minutes In, once they open minecaft, the light in the background changes to purple. (Seems to be the usual (before the whole irl lore stuff) shade)

- "I geuss I cosplayed me a bit ago-"

- They care a lot about *this* hardcore world (Could Jist be Hardcore Lore, Could Be CCC! Lore. Don't know which one.)

- A Jack Stauber song started playing (C!Sherbert canonically only listens to Jack Stauber)

- Syndicate started playing after, They got excited about it

- *Another* Jack Stauber song. (Outside of this, Music seems to be going through its normal rotation)

- A fucking 'nother one- (Another Jack Stauber song started playing)

- ...Another one. We are on. #4 I do believe. (Another Jack Stauber song started playing)

- "Why do I know this music-?" (They say, lipsinking and dancing like they *know* the music)

- ....#5 now. (Another Jack Stauber song started playing. Though this one was significantly shorter than the rest.)

- A soul shrine showed up in hardcore, when going to look at it, the Nether star had a message in Quixian presumably connecting to the whole IRL lore stuff going on (Tranlation - ⏁⏅ṽ⏇⏅ ⍉⍔⍉ ⍒⌭√ ⌭⍭, UHZKH GLG BRX RJ, (Shift 4 Backward) REWHE DID YOU OG, WHERE DID YOU GO)

- *Another* (#6) Jack Stauber song started playing (It also ran shorter)

- Another (#7) Jack Stauber song started playing (Whole song plays through)

- Another (#8) Jack Stauber song started playing (Whole thing plays through)

- After they close minecaft, light changes back to yellow/white

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[FROM SHERBERT STREAM "FABLE SMP S2 CAST QNA!"]

- Their Pride flags swapped (They're on the opposite sides)

- Sherbert doesn't introduce their character ('I'm Sherbert and I use They/Them pronouns' when questioned, 'Nothing else')

- Characters glitching on the couch (Haley glitching to late s2, and Chaos glitching to a ghost) [Stays that way for the rest of the stream.]

- "A bunch of you started drawing me with wing ears cause I want to be birb." (Once again referring to C!Sherbert in the first person.)

- Everytime Sherbert's answered so far, it's gone back an forth between 3rd and 1st person.

- "It's a weird memory feeling" (And then Centross going "Yeah?")

- When they said their favorite god was Quixis, their light started to change rainbow. They did go back to white/yellow after.

- "Uh. Me." (Seemed very unsure, did not elaborate.)

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[FROM SHERBERT STREAM "MESSING AROUND IN THE 1.20 SNAPSHOT!"]

-Blood is still faint, but further down their face

- Maniquine (The one with C!Sherbert's fit) is gone from frame

- They open minecaft, light doesn't change

- Among Us are white and red

- Wack Music #1 (A Jack Stauber song started playing)

- Wack Music #2 (Another Jack Stauber song started playing)

- Wack Music #3 (Another Jack Stauber song started playing)

- "It's *my* music, nice." (The only music C!Sherbert listens to is Jack Stauber. Presumably this is why CCC!Sherbert refers to it as "My Music," once again referring to C!Sherbert in first person.)

- Searching up "NETH", really quietly they went, "Netherum?"

- Wack Music #4 (Another Jack Stauber song started playing)

- "I love these songs, they're my songs. I listen to them all the time."

- "Which look most like my converse?" (Refering to C!Sherbert's Yellow/Purple converse as 'my converse')

- "I can make my armor at some point" (Referring to C!Sherbert's armor in 1st person)

- Wack Music #5 (Another Jack Stauber song started playing)

- Wack Music #6 (Another Jack Stauber song started playing)

- Sherbert going "Don't take this as Canon" when trying to remember their wings name. (Implying the rest of this whole bit *is*)

- Wack Music #7 (Another Jack Stauber song started playing)

- "I won't lie, my favorite flower is a blue orchid, but it may change to this."

- Wack Music #8 (Another Jack Stauber song started playing)

- Wack Song #9 (Another Jack Stauber song started playing. This one ran shorter.)

- "Rae is gonna- Rae is gonna ascend." (Talking about the new bookshelves.)

- "Rae is gonna love these. I gotta make him some whenever I- whenever I see him again." (Again, talking about the new bookshelves.)

- "I've never speedrun before." "I've only been to the end once." "I have no idea what I'm doing."

- "It's been a long time since I've had to, I dunno, start over."

- "It's been about a year or so." (Season 2 of Fable went on for about a year before the finale.)

- "I don’t know I’ve never done this before"

- "I guess I killed the dragon that one time but I don’t know."

- "I am birb, I got my little wing ears and everything"

- "Yeah, I'll be used to the thunder, I'm not worried about that."

- "'Funky eyes,' I already have a funky eye, i cant handle more."

- "I am not used to being in a new world, kinda forgot this was a thing."

- "I guess if Momboo’s not here then it won’t rain, huh."

- "Always thunder is a lie. I geuss Momboos not here to do that, so I guess that's fine."

- "We gotta go to the moon again."(Refering to the time they played portal. (Portal!Sherbert))

- "'Turn yourself into a warden,' Uh, that's trauma."

- "I guess we're going to the moon again. I wasn't on the moon for a very long time last time, but i definitely was up there." (Portal!Sherbert)

- Sherbert seems a tad stressed (While trying to get to the moon.)

- "Last time I was here I was just kinda getting rid of a robot." (Portal!Sherbert)

- "Well I guess the dude I left up here is doing pretty good for himself." (Portal!Sherbert)

- "Honestly not the weirdest thing that has happened to me. I wont lie, I've had way weirder things happen to me. Objectively. "

- "Giant warden? But this is just going to give me trauma."

- "I got to go to the moon again." (Portal!Sherbert)

- Goes to sleep at the end, same way they end lore.

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[FROM SHERBERT STREAM "THIS GAME MIGHT MAKE ME CRY"]

- Blood a little further down their face

- Blood around their eye a little darker

- Scar (C!Sherbert's scar) is back

- When asked what crimes they commited, they listed some thing that C!Sherbert did.

- "Jerold where are you? I thought you left me too..." (..so many things. So many things about that sentence.)

- "At least this box is grey, i think I would be a lot worse if I was in another one of the black boxes." "'No obby.' Yeah, exactly."

- "How long is my sentence I’m not necessarily saying I want to get out."

- "I've spent time in boxes before."

- "Might rip up my clothes a little, but it's okay."

- "At least I have something to do in prison this time."

- "You know. This isn't - This isn't to far off from my communicatior.."

- "'Are things talking to right now?' I mean, sure, yeah. I'm in a prison, not sure how else you would be talking to me."

- "'Charles did it,' Yeah, probably."

- They sound nervous. Very akin to how C!Sherbert sounded when they got put in the prison

- Light Blue and Green/Lime Among us.

- "You don’t have to spend your money on games, I’m okay."

- "I've done this before."

- "Do I get out ever?"

- "Atleast not in the ones I've been in, isn't there supposed to be an outside area?"

- "I'd like to get out I probably have some people I'd like to see, maybe… Maybe…"

-"'You remember the prison?' Yeah I remember a lot of things."

-"I'm pretty sure I have people waiting for me on the outside."

-"'Time seems to go slower when in prison,' Yeah. Something like that."

-"Is that an eye? Ugh….Illuminati confirmed."

- "I'm sure they don't want my eye."

- "'What's you eye doing?' Bleeding like always."

- "You know, my communicatior didn't have games."

- "Me and a significant amount of objects that can speak-"

- "I've done things in the past, but I'm pretty sure in the past - 8 days, not the ones in here, i havent done anything that warrents prison." (The finale was 8 days ago.)

- "'Another almost happy ending.' Yeah."

- When Sherb closes the game, they sorta do their thing they do at the end of lore. (You know what I'm talking about-)

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[FROM SHERBERT STREAM "ADVENTURE FOR THE LIL CRAB GUY"]

- Blood seems a tad darker

- Scar (C!Sherbert's) is still there

- Among Us are Red and Orange (Differing from the last time they were on Mer - Which was Orange and Green.)

- They opened minecaft and the light changed to lime green

- "'What happened to the purple and yellow Among uss?' These are the Among Us? This is what they've always been."

- Krit finds an emerald with Quixian written on it, Translates to 'MAYBE THIS ONE?' (Ψ⦚⍔⏚⏅ ṽ⌗⌘⏄ ⍕⍔⌮ - FILTH ZAOP ULV - YBEMA STHI NEO - MAYBE THIS ONE) Presumably Quixis attempting to figure out where Sherbert went after they went through the portal. (Though, if they are in charge of the Rave-Room, presumably they do know where the portals go, and would know that they didn't go through the one to Mer after tye Fable one went out.)

- Centross walks into their room, They have a little crab-claw thingy. They click it. A lot, and Sherb goes 'It's like me, Ahhh-' (Acknowledging things IRL while also in character.)

- "'Little Itty Bitty Bell,'" Yeah, for the Bits!" (Acknowledging things IRL things in character.)

- They close minecaft, Lights change back to yellow.

- MER SMP thumbnail for this stream - The Quixian on the thumbnail is different than what it is in the vod, it Translates to "HELP ME REACH THEM" (⍭⍹Ψ⌆ ⏇⌆ ⌗Ψ⏄⌆⍅ ⌆⏇⌭Ψ - JNFC KC AFPCY CKRF - LPHE ME CHREA EMTH - HELP ME REACH THEM)

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[FROM SHERBERT STREAM "FABLE SMP AMONG US: The Threequel")

- On Plush Shelf - Among Us swaped with purple blob, Techno and Jshlatt swapped, and Techno then swapped with Cubone

- Scar (C!Sherbert's) is gone (Again)

- Light changed to a green-Blue, Teal, Cyan if you will. (Not the same as the Mer green)

- 'Among Us' code cover Changes, Translates to 'ARE YOU HERE?' (⍋⍱⌬ ⏚√⍹ ⍋⍉⍋⌬ - DZQ TXN DGDQ - EAR UYO EHER - ARE YOU HERE? (1/2 Right)

- 'Among Us' code cover changes back

- "It's been a while since I've just gotten to do this."

- "That's inevitable. In every world and this one."

- "Even though she's.. back. When did she back?"

- "'Your name is Sherbert, Right?' No, It's a.. Nickname that I got."

- Light changes back after they close Among us.

- The Among Us are Orange and White

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[FROM SHERBERT STREAM "FISH FRIENDS"]

- Blood is further down

- "It's gonna be a *me* CMV." (Refering to C!Sherbert in first person.)

- Lights changed to green when they opened minecaft

- They have to restart minecaft and light changes back to Yellow

- Lights do eventually turn back to green after they open minecaft

- They close Minecaft light goes back to Yellow

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[FROM SHERBERT STREAM "GIANT CHICKENS, my worst nightmare"]

- Blood Is darker and further down

- Scar (C!Sherbert's) is back

- Light does not change as they open the game

- Among us are Red and White

- "Waking up places, Going through stuff, Kinda my bit."

- "Hey Charles, you wanna talk to me in an odd dream sequence again and really show everybody why I hate you so much?" (Excuse me. What.) (okay no future sage here, i feel like we need to acknowledge this??????)

- "He has a higher kill count than me, guys. Sure my kill count is only one.."

- "I don't think he's gone."

- Charles is not in the basket, now on the desk.

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[FROM SHERBERT STREAM "FABLE SMP SURVIVAL GAMES"]

- Blood Is slightly further down (A little paler than prev. stream.)

- Scar (C!Sherbert's) is there but extra faint

- They open Minecaft, Light change to pink (Event Skin eye is pink, this is an event. Hence the pink.)

- They IRL stretch (future sage here. what??)

- While the were drowning, They say "..here again.." really quietly. (Raft!Sherb)

- "I've spent a lot of time practicing for things like this." (GMS!Sherb???????)

- Wack Music #1

- Wack Music #2

- Wack Music #3

- "This is my first time here though.." (Refering to the Mansion. Which is a direct contradictory to canon.)

- Wack Music #4

- Wack Music #5

- "What's this music playing? This is not my fighting music."

- Wack Music #5

- "It's nice to finally win one of these for once, competing in enough anyway."

- While downing (Again) they go, "I've been here before." (Raft!Sherb)

- Near the end of their drowning, They go, "Bye ship." But they look very confused after. (Raft!Sherb)

- Wack Music #6 (Not Jack Stauber, But it is the sad lore music.)

- Wack Music #7

- After they shot and killed Haley in dodge bolt, they go, "In every world. In this one and the next."

- Wack Music #8

- "No idea where the next one of these will be, but hey."

- "Nice to win one for once."

- They close minecaft, Lights change back to yellow

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[FROM SHERBERT STREAM "DRAWING MORE SHERBS!"]

- Blood is Darker

- Scar (C!Sherbert's) is gone again

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[FROM SHERBERT STREAM "HARDCORE TIME!"]

- Music is not usual music (On starting screen)

- Eyes are now Purple and Yellow, but now in a C!Sherbert way, Purple eye was the blue one

- Other eye, was brown, now yellow, is also beginning to bleed

- Scar (C!Sherbert's) is there again

- Charles in background is now Yellow Among us

- Red and Green Among us

- Crab rave not Crab rave

- Chuck is not Chuck. He is Ralph. (Who is a Turtle. Not a Crab)

- Quixis writing on note on desk, Translates to "I THINK I GOT TO YOU" (⍉ ⍔⦚⌭Ψ⍉ ⍉ ⭗⌭⍾ ⌭⭗ ⭗⍩⍬ - G LIRFG G MRE RM MSW - I NKTHI I OTG TO OUY - I THINK I GOT TO YOU)

- Blanket on chair is Light Yellow and Light Blue (Not Normal Yellow and Purple)

- Open Minecaft, Light changes to light purple (Not usual purple)

- "I feel weird." "I feel like I'm wrong."

- "I don't feel like I'm supposed to be here."

- IRL touches purple bleeding eye, gives a weird look

- "Something's wrong. Somethings wrong today."

- "He doesn't belong here, then again-"

- They stretch for a moment, Light momentarily changes yellow.

- Song time, Lights change back to yellow

- "Guess this is where I can die, just one and done."

- They go back to playing Minecaft, Light changes back to purple

- Ears are switched around (White and Black in front, Yellow and purple in back.)

- "'Just like normal?' Yeah just like normal."

- "I have... I don't know what I've been doing."

- Wack Music probably not #1

- "I was sleeping. Maybe. When's the last time I slept?" Quieter, "It doesn't matter."

- "Ahh, My brain feel fuzzy."

- Wack Music #2 (Probably.)

- "'Well what happened before you woke up might contribute to how you feel, What is the last thing you remember before you wake up?' Um. What was- I was finishing the- I went to the- And then I- I- was like.. crying.." (Context wise, No idea, but. In Sherb's most recent C!Sherbert tiktok, They were crying. I assume this is in reference to that.) (future sage again, i think about that tiktok *often*)

- "Yo, I wanna see, I think it is neat when you are.. me.." (Refering to C!Sherbert in first person)

- Wack Song #3 (Probably.)

- "This is my Music." Light changes to yellow as they say that, changes back to purple just as quickly

- "I'm doing okay. Ish. Maybe."

- "That's Ominous." They pause, light changes to yellow, once again changes right back

- They spot the DER, "..Rae.." (technically a HC!sherbert thing. Putting it here for ease. Also because sad.)

- Wack Music #4 (Probably.)

- "I see you guys cosplaying me. Is cool." (Refering to C!Sherbert in first person.)

- "I wanna learn a couple languages, Cause it's hard to figure out what things are saying sometimes."

- "'What languages do you wanna learn?' Well there's a lot of them I don't understand."

- Wack Music #5 (Probably)

- "'Is everything okay Sherbert? I DONT KNOW!"

- They then do a small rant about how they feel weird and not right.

- "Maybe I'll feel better tomorrow.."

- "My outfit for stream tomorrow." (Refering to C!Sherbert in first person, refering to C!Sherbert's outfit as their own.)

- "Every once and while we get some of my music" (Refering to C!Sherbert in first person.)

- "It's doesn't feel like hardcore."

- "Is that I no longer have a Fire Res potion on my belt." (C!Sherbert has a potion belt. I don't believe HC!Sherbert does.)

- Another Music time, Light changes to Yellow

- They go back to Minecaft, Light goes back to Purple

- Wack Music #6 (Probably)

- "I should try them in a potion, that's one of the few things i haven't done."

- "They've only caused damage in the past." (Refering to the Blue Mushrooms)

- "And also what happened with the. With the. The. With the potion."

- Wack Music #7 (Probably)

- During singing to said wack music, light changed to yellow. They change back to purple after.

- Wack Music #8 (Probably)

- While dancing along to said wack music, light changes to yellow, it stays like that even after the music changes

- "'Opinions on frogs?' I had so many- I had so many... I haven't even been to a swamp." Lights change back to purple

- Wack Music #9 (Probably)

- "'We need a doctor, Oh!' but we don't have one!"

- "'I just might drive me crazy~'"

- "I think it makes sense to put the potions underneath."

- They touch both eyes, specifically the blood, pulling their hands away to give them a look. They don't acknowledge it.

- "I'm okay. I'm okay, really." Pause, before the light goes yellow. It quickly changes back.

- "I am not supposed to be here." Light changes yellow. "But I am. But I'm not supposed to be here." Light does not change back.

- Wack Music #10 (Probably)

- "I'm gonna go to sleep. I'll see you. I'll see you." Pause, after yhey close minecaft, "I'll see you tomorrow. I'll see you tomorrow. I think."

- "I'll see you tomorrow. Bye." They do a little salute before spinning in their chair. They stare at their desk, presumably the note there, for a moment before turning back and ending stream.

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[FROM SHERBERT STREAM "The Beginning of the End."]

(future sage for note - this was a noting down what happened and what was back to normal and stuff, bc it technically concluded the break, so.)

- Starting stream frame different, On of the Rave room portals, looks to me brown

- Adding to that, Music is different, similar to the music used in rave room cut scenes

- With that, The Camara is slowly zooming out from the Portal (Quixis is there???)

- Border around the facecam is back to normal (Yellow and Purple)

- Light is back to Purple

- Flags are back to normal

- Eye is not bleeding

- "But like, Everything was like way more detailed." "Things could be round."

- They've rubbed at their eye a couple times

- They've also scratched at where C!Sherbert's scar would be

- Lights are switching color between Purple and Pink (Fading. (Just noticed that.))

- Among us are Yellow and Purple

- "Haley was like there. And Centross-"

- "I do not think Centross would ever chose to live with, especially after everything we've done to each other."

- "Sever reset make me cry." (Is that why they were crying in that one Fable tiktok??) (future sage again, please i want to know what the fuck that tiktok was about i think about it way to often-)

- "'No advancements?' Because I’ve done this all already? It’s a world reset not me."

- Kitty Quake ears are back to normal

- "'Are you still in Character..' Yeah, I'm still me!"

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