#i onky feel pain

[nanna-mi]

Yeah life is not a strawberry but why does noragami ended up like that ?????

[ramshackledtrickster]

Major major MAJOR across the Spiderverse spoilers under the cut

Just an idea for Spiderverse 3 ,,,

Ok possible idea for Spiderverse 3: bc the spot is so powerful now what if he can manifest his own dimensions? So he utilizes that to break apart the spiderpeople that try to take him down he sends them into their own pocket dimensions, and Miguel gets trapped in a dimension where everything is right and he has Gabriella.

Miguel in this movie is a well rounded character but he hasn’t undergone major change in thinking or philosophy yet (though hints to towards the end). His major barrier in the film is his refusal to accept anything other than tragedy not only being inevitable but be an absolute defining trait of what makes a hero, even when tragedy can and could be prevented. He’s grieving, he’s guilty, yet refuses to call himself the first anomaly and shoves that title onto miles, and he projects all his grief and loathing out on a fifteen year old that has no control over what happened to him (wow what a hypocrite).

Miles’ unpredictability and limitless potential is in direct conflict with the philosophy that he maintains which gives him purpose, that makes his losses more acceptable.

And Miguel lets that pain completely define and rewrite him, instead of that acknowledging that pain as just a part of him— an essential part, like everyone else’s losses, but not the *only* part. Because the true core of Spider-Man that often comes with that pain is choice. And he has yet to internalize that for himself. Though he’s the leader of the spider society, he himself isn’t a true Spider-Man yet (note how while his suit is polished, his face and skin still carry a sketchy quality,, like construction lines and all that). I believe he should get closure in the third film, and his final design would reflect that.

So, in this pocket dimension, Miles and Gwen and maybe some other spider people have to find Miguel and show him the truth that none of this is real it’s a trap— but the onky person that can truly free him from the prison is himself. Miguel has to remember that while he shouldn’t forget this event or let this happen again, he should recognize life and the future is flexible, and not shut yourself or anyone else off from those chances, despite what the numbers or the canon dictates.

He finally understands, and sees Miles for what he represents— Free will, limitless potential, and the choice that makes a Spider-Man. And he has to follow in his lead to get out.

As the world around this pocket dimension is falling apart as the truth becomes clear though, Miguel is still holding onto Gabriella— and Gabriella, though she’s a simulation, feels so real to him. He senses her fear and confusion and he refuses to let his baby girl go.

But they exchange a few final words.

And miguel promises not to let her memory be in vain.

And she’s gone.

Miguel is alone with his thoughts.

Miles reaches out, offering him another chance to get back up— like Spider-Man always does

And Miguel does so and finally chooses that path.

Now they’re going to do it Miles’ way.

Alternative images In case Miguel is getting lost in that zone and he’s deteriorating art wise n getting broken down like Spot was if he’s there for too long

Or maybe he stays solid and Gabriella’s the one who degrades! Who knows!

Super tempted to board this out maybe but I’m not particularly good at dialogue so who knows

[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

YESSS IM SO EXCITED YOU WRITE FOR RYAN FHDNDBFBFJ. Would you write like reader is part of the CKY crew and they’ve both had crushes on each other and like a gary flirting and then she’s thinking it’s unrequited so she gets like a Bf and I wanna know how ryan would feel about this like i wanna see his jealousy and shit talking with bam fjjfgnnkdjffnhy (sorry i had to much caffeine with my meds this morning lol) WHHDHDJAN THANK YOUUUU!!!!

Drunk Love

Y/N and Ryan are best friends, blissfully unaware of eachother’s feelings.

Ryan Dunn X Fem!Reader

(Fluff)

2k Words

Warnings: Suggestive content, nudity, alcohol, description of injury, fighting, jealousy, crude language

An: Thank you for the request!! I had a fun time writing more in depth for Ryan! If anyone is wondering why Bam always sleeps naked in my fics it’s because of a story he told on Radio Bam! You can find it on YouTube under “Bam Gets Caught”, but it’s not the onky time to my memory that he’s talked about sleeping naked XD! Besides that, I actually had a couple requests i combined to create this fic so I included the ones I didn’t reply to directly but still used below! :)

“Watchin’ the little back n’ forth thing you’ve got with her’s painful. I mean-“ Bam leaned over on his side, propping his head up with a hand while laying on the adjacent bed, “Just quit the pussy shit, dude.” Ryan ran a hand through his blonde, sweat soaked hand as the sounds of the running shower made white noise in the background. “It’s not easy, man! I mean, I’ve known her since we've been in diapers.” Sighing, Ryan finally looked at Bam, “I'm sorry- I just can’t take you seriously when you’re naked.” It was a casualty of their closeness that he was very comfortable being nude in front of his best friend, but he didn’t seem to care in the slightest, moving to get up, “You know what? If you’re not gonna tell her, I will.”

“No way! She’s in the shower!” Like a startled animal, Bam broke into a sprint on a dime, nearly reaching the bathroom door handle before Ryan hurled himself off of the bed, tackling him to the scratchy hotel room carpet. His vision was a blur of un-vacuumed orange carpet and pale man skin as the two wrestled, thumping and rolling around and cursing through clenched teeth. But in an act of perfect timing, that’s exactly when you opened the bathroom door. Wrapped in a white towel, hot steam billowed around you as you stared down at the scene at your feet- Ryan pinning a completely exhausted Bam down on his back by his skinny little arms as he straddled him, the two of them making direct eye contact with you. Your mind went blank. “I, uh…did I interrupt something…?”

“It’s wrestling!” They seemed to speak in unison. Bam added hurriedly, “It’s a guy thing.” Panicking and trying to find a way out of this situation, Ryan played along, “Yeah, yeah- total guy thing.” You raised an eyebrow, “So, you wrestle naked?” Easily slipping out from under him and not caring if you saw him, Bam walked into the bathroom, squeezing past you as you still stood shocked in the doorway, “Yeah, Greco-Roman style. Totally!”

You and Ryan sat on top of the covers on his bed as you dried off, only half watching tv. There was some sort of tension between you and him that you really couldn't place. Maybe it was you thinking about technically sharing a bed with him. Maybe it was him thinking about you in that towel. Sniffing the air, Ryan broke the silent tension, “What's that smell?” You sighed in relief that you finally had something to talk about, accidentally replying a little too eagerly, “Oh! I bought some new shampoo.” He sat up a little bit straighter next to you, glancing down at you curiously, “Any, uh- any reason?” You shrugged, “Nah, just felt like it.” Ryan smiled at you. “It’s nice.”

Ryan could hardly remember what stunt he got hurt doing, but the blood dripping into his right eye from the gash on his forehead blurred his vision as he tried to get his bearings. His head spun as he pulled himself up from the pavement, little bits of gravel and dirt caked into his skin and hair. There goes that shower. At least it makes for good footage, he thought, as the rest of the crew cheered while looking back at the footage through the display of Rick’s camcorder.

But just as the cameras turned off, in came Y/N. Oh, Y/N. You kneeled down in front of the dazed man, and you could practically see the little birds and stars flying around Ryan’s head as you reached into your pocket, pulling out some first aid supplies. After a few years of this, you learned to keep this kind of stuff on you due to the nature of what you did- either that, or you'd have to drive bam to the ER again with another horribly infected wound while he wailed in the backseat like a baby. Tearing open the alcohol wipe with your teeth, you gingerly moved the wet curls that stuck to your best friend’s forehead before wiping the cut tenderly, little streaks of red showing through the thin wipe.

There was something in the way that you cleaned his wounds and tended to him better than any of the guys- or hell, better than he ever cared for himself. The alcohol stung and he winced, hissing air through his teeth. You chuckled, “Oh, don’t be a baby…” Your body was so close to him that Ryan could feel the heat radiating off of you as you blew gently on the alcohol soaked cut, the liquid rapidly drying on his face. Oh. Oh, yeah. Yep. He was getting a hard on.

Luckily, you didn’t seem to notice as you finished up, shoving the used wipes into your pocket, “There, all better!” Ryan chuckled and, for just a second, you lingered there, maybe a little too close to him for a little too long. But it felt so normal- so right. After a few heartbeats, you pulled away a little reluctantly. He smiled as you gave him a hand, helping him up while he was still a little dizzy, “Hey, thanks for that…”

“It’s nothing! Don’t worry about it.”

Bam groaned childishly, “If you like her so much, just fuckin’ say it!” Ryan relented that it still hadn’t gotten through his thick skull while he nursed that head injury from earlier with a bag of frozen peas. “She’s already got a boyfriend. It’s not gonna happen!” He was an asshole of a boyfriend too, Ryan thought, real scum. He was always so close to you whenever you all hung out as a group, just hanging off of you like he couldn’t stand by himself. Maybe Dunn felt a little envious of all of your body heat that was being absorbed by that dirtbag, but he would never say that to you. “I mean, he’s a fucking dick, but…” All he received from the other man was a shrug in return. “So? I’ve fucked chicks with boyfriends.” Bam sneered, making his way to the door, “Why don’t you just get’er name tattooed on your forehead if you’re so into her?” It’s not like Bam could get the point if he sat on it and it stuck in his ass. Rolling his eyes, Ryan didn’t even notice until his buddy was about hallway down the hall till he heard the echo of his voice, “Hey, Y/N! Listen, I got-“

Before he could even think, he was out in that hallway after him, jumping on Bam before he could finish his sentence. He landed right at your feet, nearly on the toes of your shoes. You peered over the scene as the two, fully clothed this time thank god, tussled in front of you, grunting and muttering cuss words beneath their breath. Eventually, he got Bam’s head pinned firmly to the ground and he looked up at you with those wide, baby blue eyes, cracking a tired smile as he caught his breath. “Hey…” You had to resist blushing, reminding yourself that your heart really shouldn’t be beating as fast for your best friend. “Where’re you two going?” Bam squirmed, muttering something that got spoken over. “The, uh- the bar! We’re going to the bar! You wanna join?”

That act of quick thinking actually worked better than he had planned. Ryan’s half thought out excuse led him to score what was basically- practically a date with you. The only problem was that his wingman was also the biggest cockblock in history. “So,” You leaned towards Ryan, scoping the place out idly, “you wanna get a table?” He glanced over to Bam for an answer, maybe even some smart ass response, but nope. Nothing. In the few minutes you three were there, he had already left and picked up a chick at the bar. Dunn was on his own and maybe not thinking clearly, but he replied anyway, “Uh…yeah, sure!”

“God…” Ryan’s head buzzed as he gazed at you from across the table, maybe just a little too close as he chuckled, “you’ll never guess what Bam told me earlier…” Giggly, you didn’t even think to move, breathing in the same booze scented air as him, “What…?” Your mouth moved lazily and the same was true for Ryan as he murmured, “He said I should get’cher name tattooed- On m’forehead.” He gestured with a finger to the top of his head. “Oh, that idiot…” You smiled, leaning forward just enough that your foreheads touched. While intoxicated, it didn’t seem like that bad of an idea- but not his face. His face was too cute, but maybe the arm. That would look nice, yeah. In fact, it was kinda romantic. Sighing, you sat there for a while, your eyelashes brushing against each others before speaking up, “M’tired…” Ryan looked at you through heavy lids as you slurred, your eyes falling, “Can I go back’t your room tonight?”

God, it was like fireworks were going off inside of Ryan’s head, soldiers giving a twenty one gun salute, angels singing, eccetera. Maybe, just maybe- maaaaybe this might be a sign you liked him back, but god it just felt too good to be true. Even with a stomach full of booze, all he could barely stutter out was, “Uh, sure. Yeah.”

So that’s how you ended up in Ryan’s bed. Sure, you were fully clothed but nonetheless it meant something. The bed felt so nice, so warm and cozy with the two of you in it; hotel beds are made to be shared, you thought, feeling the heat from his body press against your back, not noticing how quickly his heart was beating against you. Ryan thanked god. Slowly but very surely, the two of you were both drifting off to sleep when he piped up, his lips barely moving against your neck as he spoke. What he meant to say was, ‘I think I like you.’ but it came out more like,“I think I love you….I mean, I have for a while.” Time stopped as Ryan felt his face get hot, holding a breath. He felt the giggle reverberate through your body as you dreamily smiled up at him, making eye contact the best you could while reclining to rest your head on his shoulder, speaking just barely above a whisper, “I love you too.” Just like that, you fell asleep, leaving Ryan awake to process what the hell just happened to him.

You were still soundly asleep when the man you were snuggled up against blinked his eyes open, rolling over to face the warmth behind him. “W-what…dude!” Ryan whisper-yelled, “Get out!” Bam simply threw his arm over him, murmuring while half asleep, “Go back’t sleep…”

[quitealotofsodapop]

Guanyin is also very judgemental of Wukongold friends. She likes DBK enough, he's a good husband for her sister, despises the Brotherjood for how they basically scapegoats Wukong and left him to Heaven's nonexistent mercy (the onky good thing coming out of that swing it let her meet her wild little monkey the first time), and Macaque is hands down on thin ice. Between the shit he pulled during the JTTW, the shit he pulled with LBD, MK, and the fact he broke Wukong's heart and is now trying to restart his courting of her little brother/son, Guanyin is NOT happy and it's only by the grace of being Wukong's former mate and the courtship having never been officially dissolved when Macaque died that grants him mercy. But she is definitely breathing down the shadow monkey's neck, no half-assed bullshit this time you will do a PROPER courtship young man!

Guanyin being the goddes of *Mercy* does not exempt her from feelings of pettiness. XD

Guanyin hears (likely during the Journey) that Wukong and Macaque broke up under the mountain, and she's ready to fight Macaque if it makes her little brother/son feel better.

She probably does the divine version of a keying Macaque's car when Wukong tells her not to fight on his behalf.

She *was* super judgey of DBK back in the day, but she softened to how disgustingly in-love and respectful he was of Iron Fan. Even if Guanyin is only Iron Fan's sister by divine law (reincarnation nonsense), she still sees it as her responsibility to vet any potiential suitors for her siblings. She approves of DBK, even with the villainy taken into account.

The fact that Macaque fumbled his relationship with Wukong multiple times is grounds for permanent social exile in Guanyin's mind. Its only because the monkeys' bond/feelings for one another is still so strong even after all that happened, is why she doesn't smite Macaque on sight.

First time the goddess sees signs of Macaque and Wukong trying to get back together again, she pulls the shadow monkey aside and is like; "If you hurt my brother again, I will make you suffer a pain worse than the fires of Avīci."

And Macaque was already terrified of the Bodhisattva to begin with. XD

[chi-the-idiot]

Hi, yes, Im on my shit again because I just finished The Adversary route (aka masochistic dom demon wants to rip me apart and maybe im in the wrong for getting hot off of it) and I have been swayed by my own mind into writing this sort of headcanon of sorts on the same vein as This other post I made, so go check that one out for full context of my insanity over this game.

(Basically this is me shipping the voices with their respective princess foils because if the gods they are variants of are in love then why wouldn't they be if they had the chance to have their own bodies? As always, characters may be out of character so be warned if that is not your style. This may also be worse than the last one, again im sorry.)

We begin with the Stubborn, waking up in the Adversary's dungeon. On the other corner of the room lies the demon in question, waking up just like he did. She seems to sense, in her confusion, his gaze examining her, and she turns her head to see him.

They look at eachother for a second... two... three... it feels like an eternity, the time they spend analizing eachother. The shade of their eyes, the shimmer of the skin or feathers under the moonlight coming through the window, the red marred scars on eachother's bodies. And from that, they understand:

Its over.

The narrator is gone, his control over their story relinquished. The voices are gone, too, and the silence is deafening.

That is until the jingling of chains breaks it, as the adversary rises from her position on the floor. Strong hooves move her towards her quiet companion, tail fluttering slightly behind her. Her expression remains emotionless, and she just so manages to get close to him against her restraints.

With a delicacy fitting for a princess, but strange for her new figure, she rises her unshackled hand towards the humanoid bird on the other side of the room. And then her face breaks into a wide, sharp grin, that which would seem intimidating to most.

But to the Stubborn? That might as well have been an invitation to share a romantic waltz. He takes her hand and shakily rises to his feet.

And dance they do. Over and over and over. Their music is the slashes of metal against skin, the grunts of pain and laughs of sadistic joy. Their "romantic mutterings to the ear" are the exclaimed insults towards one another's abilities. Their ballroom the basement to which they have confined themselves.

The Adversary refuses to escape her bindings, she finds the challenge exhilarating. The Stubborn insists that he doesn't need a weapon to fight her, but she refuses to land a single blow without it. He believes its because she thinks him weak.

(What she will never admit is that she still remembers when she beat him to a pulp and he kept rising. Again, and again, and again. How his body, his remains, were more and more twisted and deformed each time. She never wants to see that again, especially now that she cant be fully sure if he will ever wake up when he falls.)

Scars now litter their bodies, sihns that the apparent immortality that once revived them has been removed. The Adversary heals faster than the Stubborn, sure, but now each wound is permanent. To account for that, they decide on a pattern: they will fight until one of them collapses of exhaustion. They will take a break, during which they shall eat and rest. If a wound has been dealt that is too deep, they will rest until it has healed, no matter how long it takes (neither wants their onky companion to die and leave them alone once more). Once the wound has healed, the music shall start once more, and their dance continue.

(What remains unsaid, is that during the short rest, the other tends to patch down the hurt one's cuts and scratches. Were they both less guarded, they would call it "caring".)

One of those nights, as the Stubborn is wrapping up a deep gash in his leg, the Adversary calls for his attention.

"You don't need to go that far, you know?" She states, laying down on the floor, looking at the sky far beyond the bars of the window "During our fights, I mean."

The Stubborn smiles, ruggedly, almost in defiance, as if she meant it as a mere joke "What, you don't think me capable handling my own against you? Please, we've been doing this for so long, I didn't think you thought so lowly of me"

But the Adversary remains silent. She turns her gaze to him, her eyes filled with something dangerous... at least to the both of them.

A softness.

"I just... don't want to loose the only companion I've got. The only one who Gets what I am now." She sighs, softly, looking for the words, her tail moving agitatedly under her. Finally, she continues "...I don't want to lose You..."

Silence so thick you could cut it with a pair of claws extends itself throughout the dark basement.

The clicking of claws on the stone floor is the only sound that breaks it as the Stubborn kneels next to her head, and proceeds to carefuly and softly caress her scarred face. She lets him, strangely enough, and as the draw closer together, he murmurs...

"Well, then I guess it's good that we seem to have the same objective then, princess"

[misteria247]

Ok so

The au is called "ghost Katans"

It might have toddler leo, but the backstory behind it is a bit sad

Basically

Toddler leo dies in a krang accident leaving his grieving father and brothers

They grow up and go to the surface

Same shit happens onky this time its minus leo yknow

Karai shows up

Mikey believes in her instead of leo in this

They manage to show her the truth that she's theur sister and splinter is her father

Once they return to the lair and they have their reunion splinter gives karai two twin katanas, twin katanas that were meant for somebody else

He gives it to her saying that it's a hamato heirloom and it'll be better to wield it than the foot's weapons, and he'll train her with them if needed (it's not like someone will use them anyways)

Karai accepts tge gift, not knowing that it wasn't meant fir her, and tge bros and splinter never bother to twll her about the fourth dead brother

So her wielding the katanas awakened a little ghost of a toddler little turtle tot

Now there's a little tot tgar follows her around, asking about what she's doing with his weapons

And she's just confused and scared bcus wtf wtf, shoukd i tell someone?

She tried to talk to raph about the possibility of the existence of another turtle and he just exploded on her in a fit of grief, so she just went "okay, sensitive topic i see" and decuded to not bring up leo to anyone else fearing the same reaction

Onky those who wield the twin Katans have the ability to see, hear, and interact with Leonardo as he is attached to the things

So he mostky follows karai around because she's the only one that acknowledge his existence (that doesn't ease up the hurt and confusion on why his brothers and father keep on ignoring him, but it helps)

So yeah

Turns out karai is an older sister of four turtles and not three, she'll grow accustomed to the tot, she'll live

O.m.g.

DUDE-!!!! I LOVE IT-!!!!!

Like the premise??? Holy hell dude, it'd be like Karai inheriting a ghost artifact only the ghost is this mischievous, sweet toddler who pesters her and she grows to enjoy his company. They start an unlikely friendship/sibling bond and Karai starts to want to figure out why Leo's attached to her swords as well as his cause of death cuz she hates being left in the dark about things. Especially secrets as big as her having four brothers instead of three. There's so much to explore with this concept and ohmigosh the angst!!!! Leo's hurt over his brothers and father not responding to him, as he desperately tries to reach out to them even though he can't. And he's only a child which just makes it hurt even more. And Karai's pain at having something as big as the death of her little toddler brother, as well as the rage she'd feel once she discovers that Kraang are the ones responsible for his death! And Splinter's grief and guilt that haunts him still fifteen years later. And Raph, Donnie and Mikey's grief and despair, the constant feeling that something's missing. That no matter how long time passes there'll always be someone missing amongst themselves and it's soul crushing.

Just dude-!!!

I'm in love with this you're a big galaxy brain my friend omg, omg, omfg-

If you come up with more of this au I'm begging you please tag me in it I'm like in love with this dude you have no idea!!!!

[rise-my-angel]

i recently binged hotgw (by recently i mean a little while ago, i've just been a bit too shy to properly drop in) and i just have to tell you how much i love it which is best summarised by this

first i just have to say... the character dynamics!!!!!!!!!

you've put so much care at giving all of the characters the reader knows with such a unique, highly-detailed and multi-faceted relationship and it really shows because not onky is every relationship brilliant but i'm so invested in each and every one.

the earlier chapters are so interesting with the way you've written the broader baratheon dynamics - i would've never even thought to consider a barristan selmy relationship, and the decline of robert's character (not that he ever had much integrity to begin with haha) through her lens is so so interesting - it expertly shows the scope of how one character impacts another. also, the baratheon and targaryen lineage you paralleled with young griff was just ajsjajshxhhaajajajwj

and nothing delightfully pains the cockles of my heart than a dysfunctional father-daughter relationship (deffo not projecting here), you've managed to capture such an interesting mix of regret, anger, distance and love it's just so realistic and lovely (and sad) to read.

i also love how you developed selyse further than the (shit)show ever did and you've made her character development feel so earned.

and speaking of character development...

THEON

<3333333333

i would go into detail how much i love their bond but i would be here all day and this ask would be even longer than it already is

and getting into the two best relationships - robb and jon!!!!!!!!

a lot of fics always diminish the first relationship in order to make the second properly established but my god have you written them both so equally well.

the fact that robb (and all of the other dead starks) gets mentioned and is thought about so often is painful, but like, in a good way (especially compared to the show where rickon was never thought/mentioned again after he died). and i love love love his and the reader's dynamic - it's all so tragic but in a very very good symbolic and narratively satisfying way (even if my heart breaks apart every time).

and jon!!!!!! the way you have them doing constant acts of service unthinkingly gets butterflies in my stomach... and i'm a lesbian haha

i also adore how their relationship doesn't always improve in a linear line, as does her healing process becausw let's be honest... life isn't like that. and you've written her trauma so well and with such honour and dignity while still maintaining a sense of reality i just have to applaud you.

i'm also loving your insertion of the magical side of things into everything which is the thing that always pissed me off about the show - it was never meant to be a game of thrones but rather a song of ice and fire!!!!

and all your foreshadowing is so so so clever!!! i don't get half of it in the moment but whenever i reread (which is a lot) certain things tend to make such sense as the plot progresses and i just makes me so ughfhfjdjsj

and speaking of future events i cannot wait to see what you do with euron (it's already 1000000x better than the show) and the greenseeing i'm so fucking hyped.

and correct me if i'm going crazy... but are we pregnant???? or am i seeing (reading? idk) things?

i just cannot wait to see what happens - the time you upload is normally the exact minute i get off of work and it's one of the highlights of my week getting to read your chapters <333

the reader has been on such a journey from being grave as a coping mechanism (so so cool by the way) to wearing her heart on her sleeve, and with a high battle iq and political tactics, i just love her so much.

so thank you for putting so much effort into the story and for posting it too (it takes a special kind of bravery to participate in the got/asoiaf fandom, which i certainly don't have haha) and i cannot wait to see how it continues <33333

sorry for the rant haha

anither side note: that sassy dig at the stupidiry of the beyond the wall episode never ceases to make me have a little giggle

First of all, I do not deserve such an in depth ask about this story, you are way, way too kind!

I'm glad the characterization agrees with people, one of my biggest things about the series is consistency. How to develop these characters we already know into plots we haven't seen yet but keep them recognizable. It's my biggest worry with every chapter that I have totally missed the mark.

But a lot of these characters did not get their fair treatment, and they have so much potential. It's also just fun trying to think, what changes in this world with a whole other human being? Like how does the dynamic with Ser Barristan effect the story, does it have an impact on events later on? How do I incorporate the reader without making them feel shoved in or feel like I've made them too important and it takes away from the other characters, but also not have them be just set dressing in the background.

Robb will never leave this story, and I am beyond thankful he and the readers relationship worked as well as it did for you all. I adored their marriage and I knew it was going to have a huge long lasting impact and feared how it would go over should people not believe their love.

And boy oh boy I hope you were being honest about the magic stuff because we are about to go in pretty deep with that side of this world that the show never even slightly touched. But I'm super excited about it all, so I hope it doesn't disappoint.

Also, I knew putting that jab in there was so petty but I could not help it, that episode is the bane of my existence.

[the-daiz]

Would you be so kind? | Thoma

Genre: hurt/comfort (angst if you squint)

Paring: Thoma x reader

Warning(s): slight mention of blood/injury.

Side note: I'm not even sure what this is, um. I don't normally erite anything that heavily implies romance yet here we are yeahhhh im so tired. HOPE YALL LIKE THIS!

Not proofread, sorry about the spelling mistakes.

Posted on: 26/ July/ 2022

With motion posessing the delicacy of an angel and hands as tender as the moistened leaves of morning rain, Thoma wrapped the cleansed white cloth around the flreshly obtained wound, staining the flawless color of the fabric with the crimson fluid oozing out. Carefully, he signetured the make-shift bandage with a tight knot, in order to stop the bleeding for good.

You jolted when he gave the knot a curt tug, features scrucnhing up while you quilled back your grunt of pain. Your eyes fluttered open, fixed on the polished wooden tiles below you. You were almost lost by how perfect they were, all strawn together in faultless unison.

Their sight was captivating, you thought. Or maybe you were simply too tired, or maybe you were trying not to look down at your bandaged arm. You knew if you had, the agony would only increase, even if gruesome sight had been already masked with the white rag.

"(Y/n)?" Thoma's voice pulled you out of your hazefull stupor. You felt your chest tighten at the sound of his voice. Warm and thoughtful. Like a feild of lavender flowers, basking in its gratifying smell.

"Yes, Thoma?" It was a miracle you were able to keep your tone so steady. You continued to stare down at the floor, avoiding his blazing gaze. You needn't glance at him to know what expression he held. It was one of sadness, you assumed, worrisome and of course, concern, he was always concerned when it came to you, he was always so worried about you.

"Will you look at me?" He muttered. You didn't miss the sharp inhale he drew in. It made him sound nervous. You gulped back whatever had made its way up your throat and lifted your head up, locking eyes with him.

"Of course." You breathed out. As soon as you had made eyecontact with him, you wanted to tear your gaze away. Just as you assumed. Sadness, worried, concern, all in one expression. However, there was one that you hadn't guessed. Adoreness. Love. The longer you stared at his features, the faster your heart paced.

"are you ok?" It was such a simple question, so why did it feel like an anvil had just plummeted down on you? Your smile wavered, but only for a moment.

"I'm fine, Thoma. It was just a cut, it'll heal. Don't worry." You reassured.

"how can I not worry?" He whispered, his eyes lighting with further caring sentiment. Your brows drew inward, your smile faltering as you stared at him with starck worry. "There isn't a time where I'll ever stop worrying about you.

"I love you. I love you more than I've ever loved anyone else. It hurts so much to see you in pain. Watching you hurt feels like walking over glass." You hadn't expected him to spill so much. You hadn't wanted him to spill so much. He reached out for your uninjured hand, holding it gently before pulling it against his chest.

"And I love you so much more!" You exclaimed, jumping forward a bit. Though he didn't react. he simply continued to stare at you with misty eyes, his lips pursed together ever so slightly. You tried to steady your breathing, in an attempt to keep your feelings suppressed. "So please don't-"

"I don't want to see you like this anymore. I don't like seeing you try to hide your pain because you know it'll worry me. I'm so scared for you, (Y/n), please, don't let me see you like this anymore." He tightened his grip around your hand. All you could do was stare at him wordlessly, your chest visibly moving up and down while your breathing quickened.

"I'd do anything for you. I'll do anything for you." The onky thing you could focus on was the fondness consuming his eyes. He slowly guided your hand up to his mouth, his lips brushing against the back of your hand and planting a fleeting kiss, his eyes shut and face tight with sorrowness. With his lips pressed against your hand, he murmured. "Please. Let me protect you."

[atherix]

YOU WANT A GLIMPSE, IM GONNA RANT SO MUCH RIGHT NOW Because I've spammed my friend so much and they need a break from that SO HERE I AM

Typing this all out again is gonna take forever tho. 

So first order of business,

EXCUSE ME, WHAT. I really need to reread midnight.. I just know there's going to to ANGST. Like, I'm gonna cry

Amd this all happened while I was in the middle of draeing (still working on it)

MUMBO AND HIS KID, LIKE COMMON, I WAS ALRESFY SAD /pos

What if mumbos daughter was turned? Then a number of things could sprout off from that.

1) she could have been manipulated into thinking her parents abandoned her

2) she could have grown resentful because Noone came to save her

3) she may not even remember her parents

Then like, the coven thst mumbo was turned to, what if his daughter was turned by the same coven, and they were just separated the whole time so... when he remembers (BECAUSE OF CUB STUFF) they go to thst coven to get rid of it AND SHES THERE

what jf she tries to kill him and then mumbo realizes who she is

Wait, if she was ruenned as a kid, she would still be a kid right! Is she forever a child! WAIT MORE THOUGHTS,

if she was tuned as a child and stays a child forever, does her brain still develop? Does she mentaly grow up?

If his kids are alive they are very traumatized *cough- just like everyone in this series- coughcough

---what if his daughter remembers the braiding hair stuff.

Because my brain has a hold on the hair brading thoughts but that's another thing entirely that I could rant about for hours as well

What if mumbos daughter was turned jnto a cove  and she never excaped?

Ohh the emotions mumbo will feel when he sees them again (if this is even happening)

Sad ,confused, happy, grief, anger

If anyone hurt his kid he would go on a murdering spree

I swear if BLONDIE shows up, I'll step thought my phone screen and beat her up, I will.

Tubbo have siblings??? And then I have mumbo family thought too. Soo Many because for the past 2ish days all I've been able to think about is that

And like how braiding hair is culturally important to scar and emotionally significant to mumbo, like

My heart

Amd them how mumbo probably loved to dress his kids up all fancy, like him.

Aaaaaaaaaa

And then because his first family all died (or so we were lead to beleive) he's over protective of the one he has now so letting tubbo leave not only went against his vampire instinct but also his own fears,, probably,,,

And like how he couldn't see the good he had done in boatem until grian and scar were like DUDE, LOOK, YOURE AMAZINF OK, LOLK HERES THE HISTORY BOOKS TO PROVE IT

And then how the mimics looked like his kid

He never got the chance to talk it out or process it that much before scars flux and then he remembers stuff just to forget again because PLOT

And then also___ when grjan got kidnapped, mumbo was probably so terrified thst he'd loose another part kf his family, LIKE

THINKING ABOUT THIS HAS ONKY CAUSED ME SO MUCH MORE PAIN

Qnd I know another way to get mumbo to wear a dress,

His daughter would want to play dress up or something and he'd dress up with her and have a princess tea party if she wanted that.

I just- yeah, I can't

That ask make my brain go WOOOOOOOO

A lot of this is just reaches into the dark, but yeah. Aqaaaa. Mmm words :)

All very good thoughts and no questions that I can answer hehe :) OKAY BUT THE FACT YOU HAVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS AND SOMEONE BRINGS IT UP LMAO

[almondmilks-posts]

Jschlatt- executed pt3

It's been like a year and a half since I wrote this story but got damn am I bringing it back because it has so much potential plus I just wanna write an actual story again plus I wanna see the difference in my writing because damn I re read it and it's pretty terrible

Recap: schlatt your husband murdered you in a drunken rage and has a heart attack but you both meet in your Ghost forms leaving you following ranboo in his ender walking state

I wote the first halves almost two years ago so lore has pretty much evolved and we know what happens so I don't think this follows much of the actual lore anymore

Warnings: angst, uhhh yea dissociation and derealization PTSD symptoms almost....

After meeting glatt you felt weird. Weird as in you felt more disconnected to the server? To your self? Your ghost hands would go numb, your eyes would go blurry and vivid colourful memories of your past life would play into your imagination. The feeling of a netherite sword through your heart is very difficult to forget even in ghost form. You confided your struggles to your favourite ghost pal Wilbur onky to find out that he feels the same way.

You- and it's like I feel human again and I'm in the moment again and again but I never know who's stabbing me it's as if I'm dreaming and not supposed to know

Ghostbur- i feel the same n/n I wake up and boom my ears are ringing hands are burning and someone's standing above me stabbing a blade through me

You- bur life doesn't feel the same anymore and I'm not sure why.

Both of you were feeling pretty down in the dumps, sitting on a few blocks of grass in the middle of a wheat field not to far from the community House. like always ghostbur had friend in a leash as the blue sheep was munching away at some blades of grass. Both you and ghostbur recently have been grumpy and even lashing out at people on the server. Just the other day you yelled at ponk for almost hitting you with an arrow when usually you would just laugh and ghostbur for example would be when he pushed Phil of a podeom because he was taking too long to water bucket almost killing him. Ghost life felt different for the both of you right now but what you didn't know is that outside forces were causing you both to feel like this.

In his dreamwalking state, ranboo had been secretly breaking into the prison telling dream all the drama and tea of the server including the ghost drama of you, ghostbur, glatt meeting on occasions. He absolutely fucking hates schlatt more than Tommy, he was the only person he could not manipulate even shit faced schlatt was like a tank you on the other hand was pretty easy to manipulate but he never got the chance. You were always attached to your husband at the hip even up to your death and it seems to dream that even in death you and schlatt gravitate towards eachother. So he decided to have some fun with the help of ender walking ranboo to constantly pull the three ghosts together forcing you guys to hang out so dream could use his revivebook. That's how it worked, get you all together do the spell and over a period of time you all should wake up where you died.

You were walking to hang out with Hannah and puffy to go on a jungle trip when suddenly the server started spinning. Your eyes got super blurry, hands numb oh no your remembering but this time it felt more intense your head pounded as the scene of you being stabbed played out in your mind.

* a stabbing sharp pain was felt just above your heart, you looked down to see a black blade plunged deep into your chest, blood seaping out of you wound. You grabbed the wrist of your murder and weakly pulled the sword out.*

In your memory you finally looked up at the asailent to be met with black horns and browns eyes. It was Schlatt? Why why would he do that? You thought than everything went black.

Ghostbur

He was sitting inside Phil's chest room looking for some more blue when he felt pins and needles all up his arms and lound painful banging in his head oh no he's remembering

* a grey button in a small dark damp room was pressed. Loud tnt exploding could be heard than a loud ringing in his ears. Phil? That's when Phil jumped down anger in his eyes " kill me Phill kill me" that's when a black blade plunged its way into his heart blood seaping down his clothes Tommy screaming could be heard than darkness.

Glatt

He sat in his home made gym he bullied quackity into making. Practicing his squats like he always did when his leg felt like jelly and gave way. He feel to the ground with blurry eyes and no feeling in his body oh not this again he's remembering.

* he drunkenly stumbled down the prime path no idea what his intentions was or where he was going. Yelling something at quackity along the lines of "flatty patty" or calling him a "dumb broad" when pain shot up his left arm, clutching his chest with one hand and a bottle of jack in his other his legs gave way and helfeel to the ground the last thing he saw was quackity looking over at him wearing your diamond boots than everything went dark*

You woke up in a plot of land. An empty plot of land with some uneavn parts of dirt almost as if a building was blown up by tnt. " What the fuck what is this place how did I get here?" You placed your hands on the ground to get up when you looked down and... Omg skin? You pulled your skin at the back of your hand and low and behold it was skin. You were human again. You rubbed your hands all over your body because you could actually feel it before your hands would just go through. You eventually got up really slowly still super confused how did you become human? Where were you? How to get back! You had been to many many places on the server but you didn't nit recognise the land you were looking out into.

Turning around to see what direction you would walk to get back to the main hub your froze. Hold up, you recognised that tree because it grew in a perfect square. And the recognised that flower patch because you had planted it and you recognised the area except the house you lived and loved and was murdered in had gone. Must have blown it up when schlatt died. That basterd. You thought about killing him again than you thought about ghostbur. Was what you both had been feeling a sign that your were shifting into your human form? Does that mean Wilbur was human aswell? You pulled out your campus (kinda like cords) and sprinted in the general direction of the main smp. The while way you couldn't stop the hatred you felt for schlatt for killing you like he had.

To get to the main smp you had to unfortunately run through lmanburg know covered in glass otherwise you would have to go round adding extra time onto your journey when a brown blob moved in the distance, you ran towards it hoping it was a player and it was.

You- bur? Is that you? Omg your human too

Bur- omg I'm what- I'm human haha I'm human omg this is I'm what?

You- this shit is wild, we felt this happening remember well I think that's what this is? I'm not sure how or why but I think we have another chance

Revivebur- well reviven/n I guess we better get heading to the SMp

You- let's go I wanna have a word with mister glatt the cunt has some explaining to do

Revivebur- oh so you know about what happened?

You- yea I finally saw who stabbed me I still don't know why he did but he brutally murdered me and acted like nothing happened when I became a ghost oh and did you find out who stabbed you? Was it glatt aswell?

Reviverb- oh uh it was Phill but I begged him to don't worry I understand now

You- well I don't so you explain it to me while we walk to the SMp

Ugh a nice ish ending? Villan arc shit. This was so much fun to write.

[girlwithfish]

2023 is my year 😻even th othe suicidal thoughts and ideation and feeljng more abd more discouraged is just getting hard at this point. i did affirmations yesterday and today. its just getting so hard i wish i could die or be a new person i dont want to live my life or be myself or go through the rest of the year. i have to unless i want to kms but it seems hard to actually kill urself when ur body and instinctive response will probably be to fight against it and its easy to fail it hust seems hard im too stupid to do anything. but like im sick of this and think im just unwell abd my brain is tired my heart is tired i dont want to keep doing this. i can onky hope itll get better. ill probably feel better eventually today i just can brely sleep rn veen tho im gery tired wanted to sleep after class. i just cant do much of anything. i dont have any confidence in myself. i think i am the most repulsive person ever. i wish i deserved things i wish i could be the most normal person ever. i know no one is normal. it hust seems like some ppl function better than me or seem happier and it makes me jealous. like cab things be easy for once. i know nothing is easy abd im being ungrateful and self pitying its just so hard rn and i feel like immense turmoil and pain all of the time im just upset all the time or hopeless or apathetic or angry. Okay

[szmaciarz-pospolity]

Quick story of my Michael Afton design

His first ver (wich was a base for all the other ones) was PURLEY based on the fnaf 4 sprite beacuae,,, It's the only Mike design I like besides that pizza sim bear- LIKE SORRY ALIVE MIKE IN SISTER LOCATION IS UGLY AS FUCK and overall I had idea to make him based of Foxy in many regards (such as with thos darn ahoges to represent Foxy's hair spikes). Also here comes the worst part of Mike design that I can never get rid of beacuse I'm wayyyy to attached to it- fleshtooth. I know it's awful you know it's awful I love it

Then I started to doodle him again and then his iconic emo bangs apeared and let's just say,,, these were here for a stay

Then I drew first real art of him and that solidifed the basic purple mike design I would draw the most. It would change slightly later but these changes were mostly based on giving him cooler clothes

Important thing to note on these designs: rather reddish toned hair, those boots (also purple lace if you know lace code you get it) also those fish net stockings. There's no real drawings of teen Michael Afton in this era but I have this gacha model (I'm not doing gacha videos I just liked making characters for fun. I like dress up games ok-) wich tells us a lot we need to know

There's not much imporant things to note here beside black shirt and grey hoodie onstead of gray shirt. This decision was made beacuse I think black shirt suits his edgy teen vibe more and I added the optional grey hoodie to recompensate that. There was also sims 4 model but It was horroble and I don't feel like looking for it. Onky thing notable there were ever redder hair and fishnets making a comeback

Then my fnaf hiperfix ended for around half a year and I came back with this design (also here's still unshaded fullbody in new style)

Notable things with Zombie Mike: No more ahoge, I finally deleted it since drawing it was a pain and it did nothing do enhance the design. he looses a piece of cheek, overall I want to make Zombie Mike look more destroyed. Still tho I want to keeo the general "funky purple monster high oc" vibe since that suits style I draw in more and I enjoy drawing stuff like this more. I litearlly make animatronics into funky furries with bows leave me alone.

Things to note on teen Mike design: Ahoge is also gone, but fishnets make a comeback, same with purple lace comebat boots. He also gets long hair like REALLY long hair. At first I wanted to play around with somehow keeping these bangs but also giving him mullet. However I have no idea how but he ended up long haired but I liked it he looked cute so I kept it.

Final thoughts and bonus funfacts

I totally went with count the ways millie aproach didn't I- But um yeah my Mike doesn't look like this punkish 80's bully boy but like 2000's emo fem but that's okay since that's the aesthetic I prefer anyway 💖 My Mike wasn't meant to be realistic he was meant to be cute and fun to draw ok-

Now funfacts

-Those weird side bangs he has were meant to be a reference to side burns I saw people draw him. But his eyes were too big to make side burns visible so side bangs it is

-He had snake bite pirercing in the first design but I deleted it. Bonnie Bully got it instead to recompansate

-Also Freddy bully gets more of an 80's edgy bully archetype look to recompensate for Mike going the emo way

-His red hair apeared beacuse on his fnaf 4 model I always saw his hair as reddish so I decided to make it evenr redder. It's obviously dyed

-Where it comes to his face he actually looks mostly like his mom, and only has William's eyes. I know this is totally not canon but I just like the irony that feom all things he could have inherited from William, it was his fuckin eyes you know THE WINDOWS OF A SOUL.

-He also gets William's body feutures tho. The only major differecence is shoulders aren't as wide

-His mom was Filipina so he's mixed

-I want him to get a buzz cut and dyed blonde hair during his Mike Schmidt era. I'm yet to design that

-his Foxy mask has a tounge stuck out beacuse of that fnaf 4 foxy teaser

-That light blue tongue while he's purple thing is beacuse I was stupid and while making the first doodle of his design, I acidentaly covered his tounge color with his eye white color

-He propably would wear those fuckin combat boots at the beach. Before you claim me insane to sugest anyone would do that- I litearlly went to beach with someone who wore combat boots there.

-He ripped holes in his jeans himself

-He's so skinny you propabky could count his ribs </3 He's eating alright he's just build this way

-He's tall as fuck

[lady-rafael]

I feel like my bones are rotting my mind is decaying ever second my hurt is breaking as I run at night I fall to my knees in front of cliff I yell to the moon who's beauty outshines all I yell to aphrodite goddess of love "tell me my lady tell me you slut why must we love those who hurt us and all tell me you tell me now I beg on my knees why must love hurt is it not supposed to be balm" I feel her laughing I feel her message she ignores me once more

I eye the cliff the sea under it lonely and longing for pain for nowadays it all I feel all I know my bone shake and rattle blood rushing in my ears defens me to all I feel the call of gods of death becoming me I remember the pain I felt felt voices of all who apposed me

I take a step the voices and my head yell with glee

Another then another one foot in air mocking death the voice and blood mixed together as a call of the end the voice they mock me call me names and a coward the becon me to just all i hear are them all I know is them all I belive is them

I jump

.

.

.

The voices fall silent the air rushes through my ears comforting me not overbearing but they hurt like pins bringing me to reality I know hear the calls of freinds and family yet I care not for death is beauty as I go close to the end I spread my hands wings of blood expand I see beauty in death I see beauty in the end

My body touches the water my legs go numb I feel no pain onky relief my spine shatters my head flys in the air I hear there yell but they know the caused it I feel relief as my eye close and blood ears into the water

Goodbye cruel world

[6e6f6f6e6965]

I want to say that no one cares about me

But then if i killed myself a lot of people would care i guess

But otherwise i feel like no one really cares. So i just have to keep existing in this fucking miserable world of mine? When will the pain end? I guess never. Fucking amazing

Oispa ees joku syy olla elossa. Mutku ei oikeesti oo. Mun unelmat on sellasii mitä en saa toteutettuu kuitenkaa ja kukaan ei usko muhun muutenkaa et onnistun niissä. En usko et tuun ikin löytää ketää joka jaksais mua mun ongelmien takia. Oon nii vitun yksinäinen, se vaa pahenee ku meen takas suomeen ja sit oon taas itsemurhan partaalla. Oon sitä jo ollu täälki vaikka onki ollu seuraa ihmisistä. En vaa tiiä mitä haluan ja mitä jaksan. Kukaan ei pysty pelastaa mua. Ja miks ketää ees kiinnostais. Ei mulla oo väliä

[violentdevotion]

no amount of body positivity posts are gonna make me okay with my body hair. The only reason I still have body hair is because how much it hurts getting rid of it and how quickly it grows back, I would take permanent hair removal over something like a new house

[lacey-lamb]

Fuck fuck fuck why does eveything bad in my life always happen all at once?! Almost being homeless wasn't bad enough, now I'm fighting with my mother and now they think my grandmother has cancer. Why can't I catch a fucking break for once in my life? Things were finally starting to pick up for me. I was doing so well, I felt so hopwul about my future only to have it come crashing down around me. I hate crying and being weak when i have to be the strong and happy one. I don't know what to do. I feel so helpless to do anything... I just want this all to end...