#like i know technically that's a good thing but holy shit i'm scared

[niallandtommo]

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[bad268]

Hello my friend! I've recently discovered your work for the frog boys and also saw you have requests open (if this isn't true anymore I'm terribly sorry!) I was wondering if you could write something about Pezzy (and maybe the rest of the frog house included if you want) playing horror games with his s/o? Have a good day!

Scared in Love (Frog Boys X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Miscellaneous

Requested: Clearly (I decided to make this part of [Blank] in Love. I could be read alone though. Thank you my friend <3)

Warnings: Horror games

POV: First Person (I/me)

W.C. 1027 (about 250 each)

Summary: Horror games are scary, who knew?

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

Technically can be read alone, but Part 4 <-

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Puffer (At Dead of Night)

“This is stupid! All we’re doing is running from a bald guy,” I laughed as I controlled the movements in the game as we ran between rooms. Puffer had been asked to play At Dead of Night. Despite knowing he did not like horror games, he agreed as long as I was there for it. Neither of us had heard much of this game, and so far it was pretty boring. “Am I supposed to lock this door?”

“Maybe? Isn’t the guy chasing you?” Puffer answered as he leaned closer to the screen. He broke his glasses recently, so he was blind for this stream, and that’s the main reason he asked me to join. “Wait, why is that light flickering?”

“Like I know,” I scoffed as I immediately moved toward it. Nothing happened. “See chat, y'all just be hyping up this game, and it's plain.” I turned around in the game and jumped in my seat as some random person showed up. “Holy shit!”

“Dr. Bose was accused of the worst crime possible,” Puffer joked with mock seriousness. “We need to go to the ground floor now to see the police lights!” He took over the controls, again leaning close to the screen to see.

“Maybe you shouldn’t speed run out of the room,” I advised.

“Nah, we’ll be fine,” And almost like Jimmy was listening, he jumped out from around the corner to kill us. Puffer jumped back in his chair, causing it to fall back.

“What did I fucking say!?”

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Pezzy (Doors)

“It’s Roblox. How scary can it possibly be?” were going to be my famous last words. I was sure of it.

“I swear to god if one more of these things pulls me out of the closet again, I will throw my controller at the screen!” I shouted as I died once again. 

“Welcome to the club,” Pezzy laughed, “It only gets worse.”

“I’m going to cry,” I joked as I respawned. “This is literally torture! I did not agree to do this!”

“Yes, you did!” Leave it to Pezzy to pull up the receipts in the form of a text you sent him a while ago. He briefly showed it to the camera before clearing his throat, and imitating my voice, “I doubt it’s even that hard. I bet that I could speed run it faster than you.”

“I don’t remember saying that sober,” I admitted as I ran through the doors, ignoring Pezzy’s laugh. “I really don’t. In fact, I think a certain someone stole my phone and texted someone while we were drunk. I wouldn’t put it past you honestly.”

“I cannot believe you would accuse me of such a thing,” Pezzy gasped as he put a hand to his chest. “I seem to remember you bragging about not being scared of anything. You’re eating your words now, huh?”

“Never,” I said definitively. It didn’t last long as, almost immediately, the red skull thing chased me through the rooms. “I swear! PLEASE!”

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Droid (FNAF Help Wanted)

“It’s not even that bad,” I laughed as I glanced at chat while Droid stood behind me playing Five Nights at Freddy’s: Help Wanted. I had played it before since I was practically a FNAF channel, so Droid made it his subgoal to play it when they hit 5,000 subs. Granted, he did not think it would happen that quickly. “Just wait until you get to the third game.”

“You’re kidding me!” He shouted as he frantically looked around the room. “There’s no way it gets worse than this! You’re capping!”

“Nah, you’re just a baby,” I laughed as a highlighted chat caught my eye.

“You should shove him.” it read. Thankfully, he could not read chat while in the game, so I took this as my opportunity. With a smirk, I stood up and walked around to stand behind Droid. Just as the music picked up in the game, I grabbed his shoulders and he was jumpscared. From me and the game as Bonnie jumped out at him. 

He flung his arms back to try and drab me, but I ducked and ran back to my chair. He pulled the headset off and immediately glared at me. He let go of the joycons as he pointed and slowly approached me. 

“I will murder you,” He joked as he leaned down to be at eye level with me. “I will threaten domestic violence live on Twitch.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” I joked back as I raised my eyebrows.

“WOAH! WOAH! WOAH! Nah, don’t even!”

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Grizzy (GMod Horror Maps)

“I don’t like the squidward-looking thing or the witches,” I cried as I ran my character through the dark maze. “Why did you mod them in?”

“Because I knew you didn’t like them,” Grizzy laughed as his character followed mine around. “I can remove one of them if you want.”

“Please do,” I laughed as I purposely let myself get killed by Squidward, so I would respawn. Grizzy exited the game to fix the mod as I stayed on the call with him, entertaining his chat. Eventually, he got it changed but did not tell me what he put in. 

“Can I know what was spawned?” I asked as I reloaded the game. I had to update it since the mods changed, and I got stuck on the loading screen for a minute. I thought he would have told me at that point, but no. When I loaded into the game, I saw a hoard of witches immediately. I slowly looked over to Discord to see Grizzy’s face cam, and of course, he’s got that malicious smile. “I will murder you.”

“You always say you could outrun the witches,” Grizzy laughed as his character also loaded it. As soon as he spawned, he threw a bomb at the group. “I’m testing you.”

I screamed as I ran my character the opposite way through the maze, “What the fuck is wrong with you!”

“See!? It’s not so easy, huh?” Grizzly laughed as he watched my character run. ”What are you mumbling?”

“California girls were unforgettable,” I said a little louder than before as my voice got higher. “Daisy dukes bikinis on top.”

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[gauloiseblue]

OMG

HOLY SHIT

First of all, reincarnation stories are so *mwuah*

Second, I love the interactive/visual novel/otome game style.

The Endings are so delicious and just makes me want to bite and eat it 😏😏😏.

I love the fact that in true otome game/VN style, the endings all give us little bits and pieces of stuff that fit with each other giving us a nice picture that is still kind of incomplete.

Ending 1 is the meet cute with our hubby (who is definitely not going to kidnap us at the slightest inconvenience like how Megumi summons Mahoraga).

Ending 2 is the one where we get stuff about our childhood and how there's this thing that yadda yadda yadda... we had a friend... NINA, MY BABY IS ALIVE!!! Our former childhood friend wants to marry us awwwww... Someone held us hostage while biting us... Awww... What a nice conversation with one of the women who took care of us Oh look some guy in the shadows (I'm sure that's nothing). This one is actually the first I got.

Ending 3, the “Horror/Bad” Ending, is actually not that bad because technically, all endings are bad because he will always find us. We just get a big question called “What the fuck is going on?”. It's just bad/horror because we're scared :( Also biting kink~

Ending 4 is where we find a super sweet note about love and perseverance. This couple is so sweet and romantic. The woman knows that they haven't been together for so long but she already knows that she's going to be with this guy for the rest of her life aww so sweet. She also talks about how love should be built on patience and to never rush it. She also talks about how this will be her last secret awwwww... Super sweet with no horrifying implications whatsoever.

These endings work well on their own but as you read the other endings you get the answers for the questions you have from the other endings but also questions that not even reading all the endings can answer.

Does that man there's a Golden/True Ending or A Bonus Scene?

Also

NINAAAAAAAAA!!!

MY BABY

YOU MAY HAVE EXISTED FOR A BRIEF IN IOFAB BUT EEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Also this fic reminds of one of your art that has König buying reader. Biting kink, my beloved. Something something he would sooner mangle your flesh before letting you go...

[Major spoilers under the cut]

I actually almost made that fic into a game, but I realized it's not worth the effort so I didn't make it XD

Actually, this is how I think of the endings;

Ending 1: Good Ending with a question mark

Ending 2: Bad Ending

Ending 3: Cautionary Ending

Ending 4: Secret Ending

I feel like if you get the first ending, there's a chance you'll live happily ever after with him, especially when you really love him and accept him as he is.

As for the second one, congrats on getting it for the first time XD This is actually my favorite ending, bc it can lead to a continuation.

For the 3rd ending, it's just an attempt to write horror. I always want to bring horror elements to König's fics, because his character does have that potential. Also, it's just an excuse for me to write about my kink so—

I feel like I had to talk about the 4th ending, because it lacks some basic explanations. We all can pretty much guess who's the husband, so I'll skip that part. She and König weren't always this miserable, and the letter was the evidence that they once were a happy couple. But somewhere along the line (the reincarnation), she strayed away from him, for whatever reason. Just as he disagreed with her, he did the opposite of what she'd do if he loved her less than a lover; forcing her to be one.

It's actually a story about irony, because the only way to bind your lover with you is to make them hate you. The reincarnated reader hated to be bitten, so he marked her with his teeth. She didn't like when he's impatient, so he took it to the extreme. But all his actions were rooted from love. He did it because he loved her, he did it because he wanted to be her—in this life or the next. Like, you can find so many ironies in the letters. But I won't point them out bc it's more fun to discover them yourself 😌

Fun fact, the thing about her last secret or whatever implies that König shamelessly read her diaries XD She couldn't keep her secret because he'd just find it and read it. It's also ironic that he always found her secrets—even in the most difficult places—but couldn't find her last secret, which is the letter. That's why the papers were hidden for years inside the music box, until the reincarnated reader discovered it again. Makes you wonder what could've happened if he read the letter. Maybe all these tragedies wouldn't happen.

I'll be honest, I like Nina a lot too. In my head she ran away with the reader in IOFAB, and they lived happily ever after. Like, she deserves so much happiness 😭

Oh, that artwork. Haha… it's just a study on anatomy I swear 💀

[allwormdiet]

Shell 4.8

And now Bakuda decides to fulfill the body horror quotient

Yes, Taylor, yes! Appreciate your teammate! I'm finding the positive in the negative here

More of Tattletale being clever, and very importantly, Bakuda realizing that Tattletale's cleverness is a threat. She doesn't know how Tattletale's a threat, but she's smart enough to know that she shouldn't be allowed to keep talking.

Nothing good comes from when a villain starts talking about fear as a means of control. Every time it comes up someone suffers horribly

Yeah, see? Yeah. Bakuda starts talking about fear as a means of control, and Park Jihoo dies in a fucking disgusting and horrific fashion

Oh she's nuts nuts, holy shit

Like she's getting a huge kick out of this, she's loving every second of what she does to these people, it doesn't matter who gets caught up in it, only that she gets to watch it happen

Fucking terrifying

I suspect that Regent doesn't actually get as much of a kick out of this as he's playing up Bakuda's ego, trying to get on her good side. When you're in a situation this desperate, trying to appeal to your captor might buy you just a little more time. Wonder where he learned that lesson.

Well. It was worth a shot.

Also holy fucking shit this is such a horrifically cold maneuver

Bombs in everybody. Bombs in the conscripts, bombs in the members, bombs in the loyalists. You don't even know what the bomb will do to you, just that it'll be fucking awful

This isn't something Bakuda can keep up the whole time, I don't think, this isn't a level of energy that would be sustainable, but while it's running it's a fucking horror show

Also awww handholding, that got my spirits up a little bit

It's cool that Regent managed to get something going to affect that many people at once, although he's paid for it by the look of things

And God, Bakuda is just playing with her food, huh? No way that bites her in the ass

Concluding Thoughts

Bakuda is a fucking terror. She's been showing her chops as far as tactics go, and now we see what she's like when she decides to put on a show. Honestly I wonder if Lung being back in charge would be safer if only so that she's back on a leash

She's technically got a point about the fear stuff, but y'know, there's an upper limit to how much you can scare the shit out of someone before something gives and they just don't give a shit anymore. Her "leadership" is a lot like her power; deadly and expansive but not sustainable.

Now hurry up and kick her ass, Undersiders

[fandomz-brainrot]

Playing God (Klaus Hargreeves x Male Reader)

“Can you quit telling everyone I’m dead? People keep throwing holy water and crosses at me because they think I’m a demon, ghost, or vampire.”

“Aw, but it’s funny!”

“It was until I got soaked in water for the fifth time this week. Did you know that some priests have buckets of that shit?”

prompt by @pettyprompts <3

Tw: death? kind of?

You and Klaus had been dating for a few months now. You two met at his cult, where you didn't follow him blindly. You actually questioned him on multiple occasions, which really made you stick out to him. Especially since the cult life had began to lose its charm. So, you two became friends and, right before he was reunited with the other Umbrellas, you became more. And that's how you had gotten stuck in to saving the world, and now were stranded in a whole other doomed timeline.

So, you thought it was going to be completely normal (or as normal as it could be) helping Klaus train his powers with this alternate version of his dad. Wrong.

He failed to mention that he was immortal and they were training his immortality.

So, its safe to say that you were a bit more than shocked when your boyfriend was hit by a fucking bus.

You saw his body fly to the side of the road, and instantly rushed towards him. "Holy shit, Klaus!" you yelled. Your gaze was wild as tears filled your eyes, dropping to your knees and frantically checking for a pulse. "Come on baby... please..." you said gently, hands shaking. No pulse. No signs of life.

Reginald Hargreeves stood behind you two, hand behind his back as he gazed down at the body before him. He impatiently checked his stopwatch. Klaus was already taking a bit too long for his liking.

You whipped your head around to glare at the old man. Your eyes were narrowed as tears streamed down your cheeks. "Y-...You asshole! You k-knew this was g-gonna happen, didn't y-you?" you growled between your sobs. The old man didn't even look over at you. The only reason you knew he had heard you was a short "Silence, boy." he barked over at you.

You gritted your teeth as you stared at the old man, your heart heavy. Your body was trembling from the shock...

...and then you heard a gasp, the body beneath your hands jolting back to life. "Jesus Christ!" you heard a familiar voice exclaim.

You whipped your head around to look at your formerly-deceased boyfriend. Your eyes widen in shock, your jaw dropped as you scooted away. "K-Klaus?! What the h-hell..." You said between hiccups.

"Your timing was late, Number Four." Reginald said flatly. You looked back and forth between the two, your head whipping from side to side frantically. You shook your head as if to clear it, before you look back over at Klaus. "H-how...?"

He slowly sits up, sighing shakily as he looks back over at you. "Oh. I'm immortal. God doesn't want me so I just kind of... get back. Did you know that God is actually a small little girl-"

"-AND YOU NEVER THOUGHT TO TELL ME?"

You looked at the man before you with a mixture of disbelief, relief, and outrage. "Well, that's kind of hard to bring up in a conversation, you know! 'Oh yeah, babe, not only can I talk to ghosts, but I also literally can't die!'" he retorted, arms crossed.

"You asshole, I thought you were dead- like for good!"

"Listen, I'm sorry love- OW!"

You had shoved him back to the ground and began walking off. "Hey- hey, (Y/n), where are you going?"

"Back to the hotel." you growled back, flipping him off as you left. And that's when you had an idea; an idea to get back at Klaus for scaring you so badly.

You went around to every other member of the Umbrella Academy (and the remaining Sparrows) and told them the same thing; "Klaus... Klaus is... He's d-dead!" and turned on the waterworks.

You were met with similar reactions; varying levels of tears, disbelief, and grief. Everyone was distraught with the apparent "loss" of their brother and dear friend.

One can only imagine the shock and confusion on their face when Klaus had returned.

I mean technically you hadn't lied, he was dead-- just not permanently. And it was all worth it when Klaus returned to your room at the hotel a few days later, shivering, his curly, wet hair in his face. He left puddles of water wherever he went.

“Can you quit telling everyone I’m dead? People keep throwing holy water and crosses at me because they think I’m a demon, ghost, or vampire.”

“Aw, but it’s funny!”

“It was until I got soaked in water for the fifth time this week. Did you know that Diego has buckets of that shit?”

You laughed, throwing a towel at him and grabbing a fresh pair of clothes. "Well, that's what you get for scaring me half to death!" you scolded lightheartedly. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Lay off, would ya?" he grumbled, a small smile on his face as he dried off and changed out of his soaked clothing.

He slid under the blankets of the bed next to you, his thin frame shivering. 'I'm c-cold... th-thanks a l-lot..." he said grumpily, teeth chattering. Yet that small smile never left his face.

You chuckled and rolled your eyes, wrapping your arms around him. "Well then come here, you big baby." you said affectionately, feeling his face snuggle in to your neck. He wrapped all his limbs around you, cuddling up to you for warmth.

He smiled against you, and you felt his scruffy facial hair tickle your neck as he nuzzled against you. "Why thank you! Such a gentleman..." he said jokingly, yet his tone was still affectionate. He began to doze off, and you gently pressed a kiss to his forehead.

...Well, at least you didn't have to worry about losing this big idiot any time soon.

(951 words)

[lemonisntreal]

Do you have a Tone Deaf version of Clay Calloway?

(Perfectly fine if you don't. I was just curious, plus I love all your redesigns) 🦁🎸

SORRY THIS TOOK FUCKING FOREVER LMAO [been sitting in my inbox since FEBRUARY THIRTEENTH, HOLY SHIT :D]. YEAH, here he is :pppp a solid draft for you

Lowkey [highkey] gave up on the clothing wrinkles on the arms, but I still like how it turned out I think. I don't have much on him in terms of rewrite, but I do have some, so I'll dump it all here under the cut.

I swear I love asks, please feel free to say/ask whatever, I'm just horrible at answering in a reasonable time-frame because I always want to make it this beautiful masterpiece and end up turning all of them into full-on posts- or, at least I want to ~_~

Headcanonssss-

Ash gave him that button off her jacket [probably needs to be resized I'm realizing lol] [also I totally adopted this headcanon from someone elses post- might've been yours. Whoever came up with it I love it <3]

Born during the reformation that happened after the war- basically, nobody was really fighting anymore during this time, but some big people in power were still being stupid [aka: not letting their prisoners go]

So that would be somewhere around 1947? Which would put his age at 61 in my universe [which is in 2008- the times are pretty much random, nothing really lines up irl. Ignore how they use tech and other things that shouldn't have been invented yet lol]

He grew up when the Skunk Dolls were new and popular and stuff. And he loved them- so much that the band actually kinda inspired his music career

[Skunk Dolls also made loads of protest songs btw. War stuff]

Takes a ridiculous amount of care with his mane, and if he lets you touch it, that's a true sign of trust

So the Piglets always like to play with it, and Ash has given him braids a few times

He's had that scruffy red jacket since his early days

I should draw patches on it-

Ash probably'll give him a quill or two to put in it too with all the patches and repair stitches

He wears a lot of plaid, I just didn't wanna draw it <3

Rough and torn up clothes too

Everything he owns has some sort of smudge or tear in it from motorbiking and/or just being himself <3

His ears are pierced in almost every way imaginable, and when Ash found out, she went CRAZY

Cue her getting him to try on a bunch of stuff

He likes wrought iron jewelry and has never been a fan of anything with gemstones in it

Buster is terrified of him, but Clay is just kinda a blunt person and it doesn't mix well with Buster sometimes. They get along eventually tho. There was also some really bad timing with the circumstances of how they even met in the first place too lol-

Johnny is also. Super terrified.

Buster and him are like "Ahhh.... that guy scares the living daylights out of me." "Ohh, thank god it's not just me-"

He has a strange out-of-pocket interest in astrology.

And in herbology and plants in general, but he picked that up from Ruby. Astrology was all his, and it is the one thing he will "nerd out" over

Also the kind of guy to make fun of you for nerding out too

Making fun of people is his love language

So is giving people food

He's not great with his words and can find it hard to express love by just telling someone. Back to the bluntness thing, you can often find him accidentally offending someone and he doesn't even realize it

The troupe very quickly learned this and it's more of an endearing trait of his to them [and to most people who know him]

REALLY good cook. Fantastic, in fact. Probably one of the best chefs out of any of the characters.

Learned the hard way that enlisting Buster's help in the kitchen is a bad idea. Also Ash isn't great either, but he actually tries to teach her some of his recipes. And she's quickly improving

Buster was just being an idiot and forgot you shouldn't microwave tinfoil

Clay travels a lot, but spends most of his time in Calatonia [he technically still lives at his and Ruby's house, but he's super scared of accidentally closing himself off again, so he only visits to check up on the flowers and maintain the property pretty much]

He's like Ash's second [and very cool] dad. Which- also intimidates Buster quite a bit :D

I feel like their dynamic could be a sitcom. Clay is Ash's awesome dad and Buster is Ash's lame [endearing] and oddly unhinged and anxious dad who feels like he has to be as cool as Clay [and always fails heehee]

Clay is more entertained by Buster's ridiculous criminal record than horrified and I don't know if that's worrying or just a classic Calloway W

He's a very nonchalant person

Ruby's death is the only time I can really think he had a legitimate emotional break that wasn't just him being snappy [which is also pretty rare]

Clay's also like an uncle to the Piglets

He's kinda just taken up the role of "super awesome miscellaneous family member" for everyone at this point

He's back performing again after Sing 2- just not frequently or putting out any new songs [on his own at least- he might do a collaboration or two with Ash]

[hornyassdeer]

Something New ch. 2 What Are You?

As Alastor packed his backpack and stood up Lucifer was followed suit. "Where to next Al?" Lucifer asked as he stood up to his full 5 foot 3 inch height. Alastor tilted his face to look down at Lucifer. "What did you call me?" He pushed his glasses up his nose again. "Oh, I'm sorry I didn't know it'd make you uncomfortable." Lucifer's cheeks tinted a light red color as he looked away. "No it's okay, just..not many people call me anything besides Alastor. Especially not someone I have just met." Lucifer looks up at him a bit confused. "Oh, oh yeah we just met." Lucifer laughs a little but to Alastor it sounds a bit too dark for a genuine laugh. Alastor presses his lips together before deciding to speak."Follow me, we are gonna miss next period." Lucifer looks up at Alastor's face. He knew the reason they were skipping but is he ready to spew everything?

Lucifer follows ALastor as he leads them out of the building and into the trees to the right of the building. The only sounds between the two is the crunching of leaves beneath their feet. They walked until they could no longer see the school. Alastor doesn't say a word, he just turned to face Lucifer and dropped his bag to the ground. "So, do you care to actually explain?" Lucifer drops his bag beside Alastor's. Lucifer clasps his hands in front of himself. "Technically I can't tell you. You sort of have to ask the right questions. I am allowed to show you a few things. Such as what I did to that teacher." "Then show me." Lucifer let a small smile grace his face. "You sure?"

The next moment Lucifer hit him with that 1000 watt smile. Alastor's mind was blank. He wasn't producing any thoughts. He would never say it but he was actually scared. Then he heard Lucifer's voice but not like he was talking, it was all in his head. "I know it's uncomfortable for you, I'm sorry. I need you to drop to your knees, Al." Without even fully comprehending the command Alastor was already on his knees in the grass. "Good, now look at me." Of course Alastor did. "Al, I have been waiting so long to meet you. I know what you do. I know who you are. I know about your dad." If Alastor could form a coherent thought he would be panicking right now. "Now, I need you to stay calm when I release you, I'm not going to hurt you. I never would."

When Lucifer released ALastor it felt like a cold sensation flitted through his head then he blinked a few times. "You- you know?" Lucifer nodded. "I do, Al, I know you so well. Hell I knew you'd follow me as soon as you saw me." Alastor let out a shaky breath. "You can't tell me what you are but I can ask questions and sort of figure it out?" Lucifer let out a small laugh. "That is a way to word it yes." "Are you a god?" At that sentence Lucifer's eye burned a dark crimson. "I AM NOT GOD." He growled out. Alastor took a step back almost tempted to bolt, not much scared him but fuck right now Lucifer was doing one hell of a job at it. When Lucifer noticed that Alastor looked ready to take off he reeled his temper in. "I-I am so sorry, I am not going to hurt you. I would never do that. Don't be scared please?" He reached a hand towards Alastor.

Alastor, against his better judgement, grabbed it. "I can tell you honestly, I am no God. I- I am not pure."

"Holy shit, you're Satan himself."

The two had decided to leave the school area all together. Mainly due to the harsh rain that had started, Alastor agreed to go to Lucifer's house. How he is so comfortable with the devil he couldn't fathom. At least he seemed fond of Alastor, rather than wanting to murder him. For some reason Lucifer had grabbed Alastor's hand a few blocks back and Alastor doesn't seem to mind. He looked down at their hands, their fingers weren't laced together, instead their hands were cupped together, almost like children. "Lucifer, do you normally look this human?" Lucifer looked over at Alastor, almost taken aback. "Uhm, well actually that is a deep question. I have many forms." Alastor was a bit puzzled. "So how I see you now, it isn't you?" Lucifer let out a small laugh. "So this form is what I took to find the 'Axeman'. It seems to have worked, didn't it Al?" Lucifer looked at Alastor out of the corner of his eyes. Alastor was flushed, he liked hearing the name. He liked the power the name gave him. "I was sent to find you. I'm supposed to take you back with me. I-I can't do that. I can't take you this early, you're so young." "So what are you going to do?" "Wait you out.When you die we will go back together."

They finally reached the house where Lucifer is hunkering down on Earth. Lucifer opened the door, Alastor following close behind. "Hey guys, I'm home." Lucifer called out, tossing his bag down by the door and motioning for Alastor to do the same. A few minutes after the two walked through the door adn set their stuff down a stocky guy with dark curly hair and dark skin walked in followed by a short red headed girl. "Hey, Luci!" The girl yelled, running up to the blonde. Lucifer grabbed her and lifted her up into a hug. Alastor stood off to the side as to not be paid much attention. "Nifty,have you been nice to Husk and Angel today?" Nifty let out a high pitched laugh. "I tried until they locked me out of their room! We were watching a movie and they told me to grab snacks and when i came back they locked me out!" Lucifer shot the guy a confused look. "I can't really explain." Lucifer laughed and sat Nifty back onto the ground. "Oh! Guys this is Alastor! Al, this is Nifty and Husk." Alastor gave them a smile and a slight wave. "Where is Angel?" Lucifer asked. Nifty was the one to speak up. "Oh a while after they locked me out Angel came out walking like a penguin to the bathroom and he is taking a shower." At the realization of what had happened Lucifer busted up laughing. Alastor looked at him not understanding. Husk has a deep blush across his face and Nifty seems unbothered by the whole situation. "Husk I absolutely cannot believe you. I swear." Lucifer turns to Alastor, noticing the confused look on his face. "Angel will be out shortly, he uh got a little caught up." He stifled another laugh. Lucifer grabbed his hand again and pulled him through the house, down a hall and to a room with a light brown door. "This is my room, I promise you're okay in here." He opened the door and they went through. The walls were a light tan color, there was a queen size bed, a desk with a chair, a closet and a couple of windows. There weren't any posters, pictures, or anything that made it unique. Lucifer pulled Alastor to the bed and had him sit. "I'll be right back, just stay, please." Lucifer stepped out of the room and Alastor stood. He made his way to the desk, yeah he was snooping but so what? This room literally belongs to the devil, but nothing seems abnormal. He went to the window to look outside. It truly looked dreary. 

Lucifer had said something about having to take Alastor away, the only away he pictured was Hell. Sure he knows he belongs there, between the self mutilation, the murders, his tendencies to taste the aftermaths of his brutalities. Alastor sighed. At least he made friends with the devil. He heard the door open and turned and saw Lucifer trying to juggle two sodas, and some chips and a folder. "Here, let me." He made his way over to Lucifer and grabbed the sodas and the bag of chips. "Thank you." Lucifer said, a small smile and a tint of red lighting up his face. 

"Of course, anything for a friend." Alastor said, smiling back. 

[bonniehooper]

SUPERNATURAL REWATCH, 1x16: "Shadow"

-Okay, now we're back to a normal "previously on". Wonder why the change up between episodes? Could they not make up their minds?

-This is so stereotypical horror movie. Haven't had an opening like this in a bit.

-Even though you technically don't see it, her death is gnarly.

-Dean: "You think credit card frauds easy?" Jeez, Dean, do you think you could say that a little louder, I don't everyone heard you.

-Not about the cop Dean, about the victim!

-Wait, how do you get that symbol specifically when there's still other splotches of blood?

-Dean, shut it. We both know you got her number because you're a huge ass flirt.

-Meg: "Oh, and I met something Michael Murray at a bar." Cute, SPN writers. Very cute.

-See Sam, Dean wouldn't be so upset right now if you two were honest with your feelings!!

-I'm glad Sam finds it strange that he ran into Meg again.

-How does Sam have the strength to hang there and watch Meg?

-Wait, I can't remember is Meg talking to Yellow Eyes?

-Dean, enough with the jokes about Sam having a thing for Meg.

-The victims were from Lawrence?

-Dean: "Yeah, I don't want you to leave the second this things over, Sam." Dean's been so happy having his brother back that Sam talking about leaving is making Dean sad and it breaks my heart.

-Sam: "Dude, what's your problem?" Really Sam? How do you not understand why Dean's upset?

-Dean just wants to be loved by his family. He doesn't want to be alone!!

-Oh, I forgot it was a trap for John.

-Also, forgot the demon Meg was controlling tossed her out a window.

-Finally, John sees his boys!!!

-Seeing how quickly Dean becomes a soldier when he's in John's presence is crazy.

-Dude, I knew Meg was still alive, but I forgot about her sending the demon after John, Dean, and Sam. Holy shit, that scared the crap out of me.

-It was a good idea, Sam, but now none of you can see or breath.

-I get what Dean is saying, but I mean, you two are vulnerable when it's just the two of you. I don't think it fully matters if you're with John or not, you're all vulnerable.

-Geez, the special effects makeup is really good because they all look like they're in rough shape.

-Dean, should you be driving? You look like you are in worse shape than Sam.

[the-white-soul]

*Flowey enjoys his ice cream with the others, looking into the distance where Layer and Merg ran off.*

So Merg can’t be hurt or murdered at all? Or were they just bluffing? I feel like it was a bluff because then Merg wouldn’t have felt intimidated enough to run away. We should see if we can really hurt them next time!

Seriously though, don’t they get to you with what they say? Clover… Merg… anyone else who talks to us like that… I’ve tried to manipulate people’s minds like that too. But that doesn’t mean I’m desensitized from when I’m the flower on their sword’s end. You seemed pretty upset, so I figure it’s the same with you. *He bites the inside of his cheek and turns away so he can make a partial lie.* Not that I’m actually concerned… but you’re doing okay, right?

(Kara) "If you're going to tell a lie so obviously fake don't bother making it in the first place. I am a teenager, I'm never okay. But to the average teen yeah I'm fine. Although they are bluffing a bit. Merg can technically not get physically harmed, but if he dies in game he can never play Undertale AU's ever again. So yeah he's much more scared then he's letting on."

*Layer shows up hiding their tears with their hair but it almost doesn't matter.*

(Kara) "Oh my gosh what happened to you. Do you need some Ice Cream too? Hey can you give them a umm what do you like?"

(Layer) "A chocolate soft serve. *They think Might as well enjoy this last moment with them.*"

*They buy the ice cream and Layer eats it like they're at Jesus's table in the last supper. Every bite is as important as the last savoring every bite and enjoying it more than even Chara would.*

(Kara looks at them when there finished) "Oh my even I could tell you enjoyed that. So what happened?"

*Layer's hand is shaking with such force, they know their's one way to solve the undergrounds problems for a while but they've never killed an Undertale character let alone one who personally befriended them.*

(Layer) "You know that I do things for good reasons most of the time right? Well I am the player who came to stop others. To be honest sometimes even I question my morals. I mean look at myself I'm talking to lines of code all my life. If I were anyone else I'd be sick in the head. But no. It's me, Layer."

*Layer says this and realizes acting insane might calm them down so...*

(Layer) "You and I are a bunch of freaks!!! We go around destroying others fun for our own personal gain! Holy shit it feels good to yell! *Looks at Noelle who is crying* Oh the poor little princess, what do you need? Someone to actually care about you for more than your power and your looks? Everyone like that is dead!!! BY YOUR HANDS!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA! And Flowey, the predictable little flower. You and I both know that your middle name might as well be hypocrite, Jesus fucking Christ!!! You complain all the times about people doing the wrong things well guess what you forced people to be tortured hundreds of times because you were freaking bored. Here's a tip, if it's boring JUST CONTINUE THE GOD DAMN FUCKING STORY!!!"

*Layer now feeling better takes out there sword and challenges Kara*

(Layer) "FOR THE UNDERGROUND!!!"

[halfdeadwallfly]

big excited vent below! good news, i think, that i have been dwelling on and need to get out somewhere haha

tl;dr - i'm co music director in training for my acappella group now :)

this morning i officially signed up to run for co- music director of my acappella group, since our current md's are graduating. anyway this is like basically my dream thing to do, i love directing, and i already have so many ideas for our music, but also, it kind of just hit me that this is now actually something that has been voiced out loud and is. . actually going to happen, and that's veryy scary. like it's not 100% ofc but it's just me and one other guy, and we need two md's, so like. it's basically set. and i'm soo excited but also like really scared, bc i have experience directing in high school, and let me tell you, that shit sucked. no one took me seriously, and even the few days where i directed and taught were so draining. and the group i'm with now is definitely kinder, but i'm also a freshman, and even i feel like there's something at the very least annoying about me trying to put myself into a place of authority, if that makes sense. it was bad enough in high school when i was a senior leading other students. now i'm going to be a freshman, and eventually a sophomore when i really start, leading a group with juniors and seniors, not just other students (well yes students) but also real adults. like there are 21 and 22 year olds in this group like college students but also literal. literal adults. ik technically i'm an adult. but like, hardly lmao. and i do not feel like it's my place to be telling these older people what to do. even though i really want this position, and basically nobody else is going for it. i don't knowwww ahsdfhhh. i did get a vote of confidence that i think (?) was genuine from the current md's, so that's good. i just really really really hope this goes well. i'm excited! and hopefully people will be kinder than they were in high school lol. and! and! if they don't want me as an md, to just vote to have the one instead of two! bc really i'd rather that than to get voted in by default you know. ach. i'm so scared for this. but i love to sing. and i love to direct. genuinely, one of my favorite things, just to listen to an ensemble, and to have ideas and to grow and to shape the sound. there is a litany of holy shit oh my god oh no fuck oh my god just. running. in my head. since at least dinner. several hours. and anyway. this is going to be.... well it's going to be whatever it is. shit. jeez. anyway i'm already thinking about next year lmao, god if i make it to then, i'm going to be helping run auditions. grr. anyway i would apologize for a lengthy paragraph but you know this is my blog and no one's obliged to follow me or to read what i post so. shrug. i feel strange.

[purefandomonium]

Glitchy Red Oneshot

This is NOT canon to Connection, I just got carried away with the writing again and this became its own thing. It might as well be an AU for my AU. I was writing little oneshots to figure out some characterization and while I really like this it doesn't fit the version of Red I'm working with at all. So here we are. It reads more in-line with OG Glitchy Red from the pokepasta in terms of the way he torments the player, except he's not as direct here. Couple warnings: psychological torture, mild suggestion of suicide (it doesn't actually happen but because it's technically mentioned I'd like to let people know), trauma

This was inspired by my recent fascination with glitches and how they work on the OG games. I LOVE learning about how old games run and handle the programming and all that. Don't understand a lick of it but fascinating nonetheless. I sorta fell down the rabbit hole watching different YouTube vids on the subject and that got me wondering: holy fuck that shit must be traumatic for someone in Red's shoes. I kept imagining a scenario where a player was exploiting the game to that degree and this was born.

Writing below the cut

This particular player was very infuriating. It appeared that he was deliberately trying to get as many glitches as possible. Not just Missingno or ZZAZZ—but any and every error that would cause the game to grind to a halt. Crashing it and corrupting text boxes wasn’t helping; this particular player seemed to enjoy it even more when that happened. He even had the audacity to tell RED he was a joke when asked.

Fine. If he wanted to test limits, so be it.

After a long day of monitoring and recording Pokémon Red’s many faults, Sebastian was hungry, tired and stiff as a board. A quick trip to the microwave followed by a shower was all it took to fix two of his issues. Last on his list was to get ready for bed. He dozed off thinking about how impressive it was that the developers were able to make something so complex work, despite the multiple setbacks their methods introduced. The game may be old and an obvious first-step for people unfamiliar with computers, but it held up surprisingly well given the broken nature of the code. It was fascinating.

Before he knew it, he was out cold.

Sebastian jolted awake and shot up in his bed, shirt and hair damp and clinging to him. It took him several seconds to orient himself and realize that he was still in his bed, in his room, away from… whatever that was. He couldn’t for the life of him recall what he’d seen that scared him awake like that. In a way, that fact brought a strange comfort to him. He reached for his phone to check the time. His eyes strained to make out the smaller-than-usual numbers.

That was odd… He couldn’t read the time. He recognized the symbols as numbers and a part of his brain knew what they were but… it just wasn’t registering. Ah, well. The darkness that filled his room was a good indicator that it was still nighttime. Some cold water and a quick trip to the bathroom would clear his head enough to fall back asleep.

As his feet touched the floor he felt an unusual sensation. The normal coolness of the floor was still present but it felt different somehow, shifting beneath him. Almost unstable. Like he was walking on sand or something. It was enough to put him on edge.

He was morbidly aware of how thick the darkness felt and, despite the coolness beneath his feet, his lungs began feeling warm and heavy. Something akin to a sudden burst of extreme humidity.

He shook his head and took even steps out of his room, refusing to let some childish nighttime fear get to him. The heaviness in his lungs didn’t leave him as he trekked to the bathroom. By the time he reached his destination, it felt like there was something inside his chest that was pulling the air out of him as soon as he sucked it in. His breaths were heavy and labored yet he felt like he wasn’t even breathing. He reached for the light switch.

The bathroom was bathed in an ugly shade of orange. Sebastian wasn’t worried about the abnormal lighting, instead focused solely on what should have been his reflection.

The face that peered back at him wasn’t his own, nor did it look like anyone that he knew. In fact, it could hardly be called a face. If it weren’t for the vague appearance of hair on its head and the pair of eyes that was wrong, wrong, wrong he would’ve thought it some kind of prank. But who would break into someone’s apartment just to—paint?—some messed up abstract of a human face on their mirror? The eyes suddenly blinked and he realized he hadn’t taken a breath since turning on the light. He tried to gasp but no air reached him.

It felt like his lungs were pulled out by a powerful force.

Sebastian jolted awake and shot up in his bed, shirt and hair damp and clinging to him. It took him several seconds to orient himself and realize that he was still in his bed, in his room, away from… whatever that was. He couldn’t for the life of him recall what he’d seen that scared him awake like that. In a way, that fact brought a strange comfort to him. He reached for his phone to check the time. His eyes strained to make out the smaller-than-usual numbers.

That was odd… He couldn’t read the time. He recognized the symbols as numbers and a part of his brain knew what they were but… it just wasn’t registering. Ah, well. The darkness that filled his room was a good indicator that it was still nighttime. Some cold water and a quick trip to the bathroom would clear his head enough to fall back asleep.

He tossed the covers aside and made his way to the bathroom. He flinched at the blinding light and had to wait a minute as his eyes adjusted. He half-assed his matted hair, did his business and reached for the sink to wash his hands—

Only for an eardrum-shattering screech to send him stumbling into the tub. He hit the back of his head on the way down, but the only pain he was capable of registering was the horrid high-pitched shriek that continued to pierce his ears and echo in his mind. His hands couldn’t block the noise and he was in so much agony he couldn’t think, let alone will his body to go turn the damned thing off. Even opening his eyes caused immense pain, the sound somehow registering as massive, discolored distortion where the water was starting to overflow.

Before he knew it, he was drowning.

Sebastian jolted awake and shot up in his bed, shirt and hair damp and clinging to him. It took him several seconds to orient himself and realize that he was still in his bed, in his room, away from… whatever that was. He couldn’t for the life of him recall what he’d seen that scared him awake like that.

Somehow that terrified him.

Ever since that horrible night, every subsequent attempt to sleep was met with the same fate. He’d end up in a never-ending nightmare, each one worse than the last as some unknown force taunted him. To keep his mind off the time he focused on things that would keep him awake. Watching loud, obnoxious action movies at a volume just below what would be considered respectful for his neighbors. Doing random jumping jacks. Watching internet videos that irritated him. He only took freezing cold showers, well-aware that anything remotely warm would lull him to sleep, right into the hands of his unknown demons.

Last but in no way least, he continued to play Pokemon Red. If he was going to stay awake for ungodly amounts of time, why not spend it doing at least one thing he actually enjoyed? Despite having knowledge of the game’s code and knowing way too much about the intricacies of the Game Boy, there were just so many ways the Red cart could glitch out. Some of the things he’d never even heard of happening. He was making—an admittedly small and niche—history!

The first time he witnessed the unusual ‘glitches’ he assumed he’d been scammed and given a hacked version. After all, who had ever heard of the game ‘screaming’ that something hurt? It wasn’t just the text that told him it was suffering; the demonic cries and crackles it made during every crash only aided in proving its point. The corrupted tiles of the background seemed to show pleas of agony that he could almost make out if he had more time before the game crashed.

If the extent of the corruption was anything to go by after he’d managed to force the old man glitch, this was no mere hack. On the Red version, Missingno didn’t normally wipe the entire save and permanently corrupt the intro cutscene.

It didn’t briefly show what appeared to be a face, frozen in pure agony. Or perhaps anger.

He simply had to keep going, he had to learn more. So he played and played and played, trying all sorts of ‘experiments’ as the hours ticked by and he fought off sleep. Anything else felt like such a chore. Work, eating, even hanging out with friends and family left him watching his phone until the minute he was allowed to leave.

He simply had to keep playing. All he wanted to do was worry about the damn game but people had to constantly badger him, question what he was doing, pester him to get out of the apartment. He just wanted to play his game.

The days and weeks that followed—maybe it was more than that, he couldn’t keep track anymore—were not getting easier. He was exhausted all the time, irrationally short-tempered, and something somewhere was always aching a solid seven out of ten. His social life suffered immensely—he’d lost pretty much everyone, save for a few ride or die friends—his work ethic suffered to the point of losing his job, his physical and mental health were in the dumps. Things were not good.

The only thing he had to do with his spare time these days, weeks, months, was continue to test the limits of Pokémon Red’s code. See how far he could push it before the game stopped running. The answer was pretty far.

Sleep no longer came to him. The few times he’d tried, he’d wake up in a panic over some horrid night terror, just to experience another. It was somehow far worse than it had been in the beginning. Now they were vivid and unforgettable, burning images into his mind and leaving lingering sensations in his nerves. Again and again and again and again he’d ‘awaken’ until he found himself sprawled on his bedroom floor sometime in the afternoon, tears staining his cheeks and sweat sticking his clothes to him like glue. Sometimes there was blood, but he didn’t like to acknowledge that. If he didn’t think about them, it was as though the scars didn’t even exist.

Energy drinks and stupid amounts of coffee were his new best friends. He needed something to replace the fakers who’d left him, after all. If he wasn’t poring over the old game’s glitches, he was chugging can after can and cup after cup. He never ran out. Despite his second addiction always being available, he couldn’t recall a single time where he’d gone out and bought more. He couldn’t recall doing much of anything besides play the game, really. But he had to be buying it. Every time he’d gone to grab another the cabinets were always stocked. He was still the only one in the apartment.

Despite the fact he could feel a heavy presence in the air that radiated anger.

Sebastian snapped to, grabbed a can of Red Bull, and went back to his room to continue the game. He never even registered having stopped.

His eyes burned. When he finally managed to tear his weary gaze from the tiny screen of the Game Boy, his phone had stopped buzzing from its place in the opposite corner of the room, on the floor. He, too, sat on the floor, hunched over and legs stretched out, the Game Boy heavy in his hands. His back hurt. His eyelids felt like sandpaper. He couldn’t remember how long he’d been sitting there, playing the little game as the world around him faded into nothingness. Was he still in his room?

For the first time in a long while, he thought about checking his phone. He wondered how all his old friends were doing, his former coworkers. He never had spoken to his parents much since telling them off… Maybe he should call them. When was the last time he even checked his front door?

A familiar chime pulled his attention back to the game. At some point in his pondering, the screen had gone dark. A simple text box stood out against the blackness and his mind struggled to comprehend it.

Tired?

His mouth didn’t work so he nodded numbly.

What’s the matter?

I thought you liked seeing how far broken things could go.

Don’t tell me you’re giving up already?

He was too mentally depleted to process that this was no glitch, that it had never been glitches. He felt his head fall forward and he jolted it up, trying to stay awake.

Do you even know how long you’ve been playing?

“…ile…” He blinked hard once, twice, and shook his head. “A while,” he managed, words slurring. His jaw felt like it was held on by string that couldn’t support its weight. Everything looked hazy. Like a cloud of static hung in the air. He felt empty, like he was so light he’d drift away. The only thing grounding him was how heavy his head felt.

Y’know, most people would’ve learned their lesson pretty early on.

But you just had to keep on breaking the game.

The words echoed in his mind, prickling the edges of his consciousness like they were the only things keeping him awake.

I guess some people never learn.

You thought it was funny, didn’t you?

The game presented him with a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ option. Despite the bizarre situation, his battered psyche had him choose ‘yes.’ Somewhere deep in his subconscious he recalled that honesty was the best policy.

It didn’t remind him that being honest was what had gotten him into this mess.

Not laughing anymore, are we?

I can only hope the next poor sap isn’t as idiotic as you.

He squinted, the rectangular form of the Game Boy distorting into incoherent shapes. The game… The game had done all this to… punish him? For what? What did he do?

You know what you did.

“Wh… What… are you…? Why…?” He forced his eyes to focus on the screen, the first time in far too long he’d ever needed to be deliberate about it.

I’m done with you.

Move on with whatever is left of your pathetic life.

Just make sure you forget about me.

Feeling began creeping its way back into his limbs, constant pricks of blood flow like his entire body had fallen asleep. He was uncomfortably aware of how fast his heart was beating despite his sluggish state. He gasped.

The Game Boy clattered to the floor as his arms uselessly fumbled about, trying relearn movement.

He didn’t see the text box that simply displayed ellipses. All he could see was the room shifting and spinning as his body struggled to adjust to having free will again. He tried to get up or at least change positions but his limbs felt heavy and before he knew it he was face-first on the floor.

His vomit burned and tasted like acid and cherry-flavored medicine.

Sebastian couldn’t remember calling an ambulance, he couldn’t even remember being in the ambulance. He just woke up in the hospital room in a panic before everything caught up with him all at once and he fell back onto the bed with a tired groan.

He was made aware of the other presence in the room when a hand reached out to him. His voice left him as he tried to scream.

It was Mark, one of his longtime friends and the last one to keep trying to reach out to him until Sebastian simply refused to answer. Even in the state he was in, it was clear to see that Mark was deeply troubled by what had transpired. He wanted answers, and Sebastian didn’t know how to tell him he had none.

How does one explain that a stupid kid’s game made them throw away their life, chase away their friends and family? Who would believe him when he said the scars weren’t self-inflicted?

After an excruciatingly long road to recovery, Sebastian soon found himself living some semblance of normalcy. As much as could be had with a newfound heart condition and when everyone close to him thought him suicidal. His parents hadn’t coddled him this much since he was a kid. It would have been nice if they weren’t so concerned he’d ‘do it again.’

The only hiccup was when someone brought up the cause of the whole ordeal, that damned Pokémon Red cart he’d gotten for cheap off of eBay. His only response was that he didn’t care what they did with it, so long as he never saw it, the Game Boy, or energy drinks ever again.

He loathed coffee.

I hope y'all liked it! In a way I really like expanding on the darker version of Red where he's far more dangerous than you'd think. I mean, the bastard could enter dreams in the OG story so I like to think as the years wore on, he got much more creative with his abilities. What else does he have to do when he's stuck in a game and the only interaction he gets are wannabe hackers? This is probably not the last alternate version I'll make either. I've got a ton more ideas that I'm not using for Connection and it'd be a real shame to let them go to waste... ;)

Also, fun fact: I like to think of this as an endurance test for the both of them. Red really gave the guy the chance to not fuck around and find out, but the SOB wouldn't quit. He was really hoping the guy would figure it out and try to stop interacting but then got ornery when he wouldn't quit glitching the game. So Red's just over there enduring shit just to torment this guy until one of them breaks. So... technically... Red caved first from how obsessive Sebastian was at breaking the game despite the torture. Win, I guess?

[cantsaythetword]

Top 22 of 2022

End of the Year Game Tag

I got tagged by @happyandticklish for the end of year tag game! I'm going to put the answers under the cut so you can skip past if you'd like ^^

Part 1: Fandom Faves

01. Favorite new fandoms of the year

OOOOOO I think I joined a heap of new fandoms this year. Top favourites would have to be Heartstopper, Moon Knight, Daredevil, SuperBat (DC), and The Umbrella Academy.

02. Favorite new ships since this year

Obviously Nick/Charlie, Superbat, and probably Steddie (even tho I'm not up to their season in Stranger things yet lmao).

03. Favorite anime/TV show of the year

I think Moon Knight has to take the cake my dudes. I haven't been that hooked on a show in ages.

I'm not really an anime watcher, so I don't really have an answer for this. But my gf has been trying to get me into Fairy Tail so I'll pick that one I guess ^^

And of course, my all time favourite show is Doctor Who

04. Favorite movie of the year

Turning red was amazing, made my best friend cry.

I do have to give MoonFall an honourable mention, that movie was batshit crazy and I loved it.

And even though it technically came out in 2021, I watched it in January this year so SPIDERMAN NO WAY HOME is gonna be my favourite movie for the year.

In terms of my favourite movie of all time, I love Legends of Ravaging Dynasties and How to Train your Dragon.

05. Favorite character of the year

Oh god this is hard...

I'd have to give it to either Steven from Moon Knight or Elijah from The Originals!

And of course Andrew Garfield as Spider-Man has to be up there hehe.

But my favourite character of all time is Captain Jack Harkness from Doctor who. That man is EVERYTHING

06. Favorite soundtrack of the year

Ooooo interesting...

In terms of newer sound tracks, I'll give it to Tick Tick Boom (another one that came out last year but I only watched it this year).

For older soundtracks, nothing will ever top HTTYD.

07. Favorite book/manga/comic of the year

I started The Promised Neverland this year and it was pretty cool!

Overall, Stuff That Scares Your Pants Off is such a good book and I don't know why I love it so much.

08. Favorite game of the year

I'll give it to The Quarry, Cult of the Lamb, and Stray.

Overall, I'm a sucker for Minecraft, Skyrim, and The Sims.

09. Highlight of this year to remember

Probably moving out! That was a huge achievement, and to do it with my girlfriend was awesome.

Part 2: Community Review

10. Favorite Tumblr moments of 2022

Like many others, TickleTober was my favourite moment this year for the community! And not just seeing everyone creating throughout the month, but seeing the support and encouragement and hype for each other was lovely!

11. Favorite fan art of the year

I'm such a sucker for anything that @sleepysheepytea draws cause it's just absolutely adorable (even though we don't share any fandoms I still cannot get enough of them).

I also only recently discovered @vqler 's art and HOLY SHIT ???? very VERY talented people on this app...

@ticklishfanart has some adorable pieces !!! Mostly for MHA which I haven't seen but like COME ON LOOK AT THIS, AND THIS!!! HOW COULD YOU NOT LOVE IT?

Finally, @ssnicker-doodless has some super cute sketches that I've seen around the place.

Again, not a lot of fandom crossover with people (perhaps down the track I'll commission 👀). I need to find artists who share fandoms with meeeee !!! (though as I'm typing this I swear to god there's some moonknight fanart I've seen and I can't find it SJDHALKSHAS help). If there's any artists out there who have similar likes to me PLEASE send me ur username (or a username of an artist you like) in the ask box !!!

But I mean the fanart someone drew of When Bats Hum kinda has to be my favourite right??? It was so cute, so well done, and meant absolutely everything to me.

12. Favorite fic of the year

Oh this is DIFFICULT ! This is real hard. I loved so many fics this year aaaaaaaaaa.

Onion Man's heartstopper fics were beautiful (@ticklepinions )

This heartstopper fic, this PJO fic, and this Destiel fic from Happy are all amazing (@happyandticklish )

HOLY SHIT I JUST REALISED THAT @writingwitharlo WROTE A HEAP OF MY FAVOURITE FICS FROM AGES AGO AJSKHSALKHFS OMFG !!!! LEMME DUMP A WHOLE LIST FOR YOU: - Steddie (recent, not an old fav but I still love it) - Heartstopper (1 and 2, again not old but amazing ) - Stony - Supernatural (this one and this one and this one too! THESE ARE SOME OF MY OLD FAVS SKJALSHKLSDJHSDFLKJH)

@ticklishraspberries has some really really sweet fics for Steddie, The Umbrella Academy, and Supernatural that I love !!

Lmao I did not pick just one oops.

13. Favorite ask game of the year

DAMNIT THIS IS ANOTHER HARD QUESTION UHH honestly I'd have to say the Alphabet Ask Game by @otomiya-tickles was a really cute and fun one!

14. My top achievements as a writer/artist/creator/blogger

OOOOOO Ok I have a few for this one. 2022 was a pretty big year for me in a number of different areas. - I hit 1,000 followers (holy shit) - I posted 45 new fics (which is insane I'm so pleased) - I completed the entire TickleTober Challenge coming up with my own original prompts (crazy) - And I'm slowly reaching out and talking to people in the community and I'm so keen to make some more friends !!

15. My own best fic/post of the year

In terms of the fic that did 'the best' I'm going to guess it's one of the heartstopper ones? Mayyyyybe a Moon Knight one?

OK DAMN heartstopper wasn't even in the top 3 ??

My top 3 fics overall are 3rd - Cold Hands, Warm Heart (Sanders Sides) [75 Notes] 2nd - Out of Control (Moon Knight) [86 Notes] 1st - Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better (MoonKnight) [105 Notes]

The one that I'm the most proud of this year is definitely Giggles in the Dark (Heartstopper). I loved imagining it, writing it, reading it, just everything! It holds a very special place in my heart! (and it did pretty well too so maybe people could feel how much I liked it lmao)

16. My most underappreciated fic/post of the year

I mean I don't reeeeally have any fics I think are 'underappreciated'? But I guess I'll put either Magic or Claws (both TickleTober fics lol, 25 and 26) on there? Magic is a pretty fun one that I had been thinking about for a while, and Claws I thought was pretty clever.

So yeah they would be my answers!

17. A post of mine that got more popularity than expected 

Honestly both of the Moon Knight Fics got wayyyyy more popular than I was expecting (more than 100 notes for one ???) so yeah I'll put down Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better and Out of Control lol.

18. Something I changed on my blog since this year

I mean I changed my profile pic I guess? And I also posted a pic of myself (covering my face of course) which I've never done before!

Part 3: Next Year

19. Something I didn’t post this year but would like to do next year

I'd want to try to get into chapter fics? Like one long running fic thing. I think that would be a fun challenge!

20. Goals for next year

I want to hit 100 fics next year! I know that'll be tricky but I think I can do it!

I also want to talk to more people and make more friends!

21. 2023 releases I look forward to the most

Definitely hyped for the new Indiana Jones, and Spiderman Spiderverse.

I'm also keen for season 2 of Shadow and Bone and Squid Game.

And excited to see what fics come on on this hellsite 👀👀

Part 4: Spreading Love

22. Shoutouts to people who made my 2022 a better year

Ok I know for a fact I'm going to miss someone so IM SO SORRY IN ADVANCE but:

@ticklepinions for being not just a hilarious blog, but a really genuinely nice dude (and a teasy ass sometimes <3)

@happyandticklish for some incredible fics, being absolutely lovely, and sending asks back and forth <3

@sensitivebabbage for all the chats we have, the downright adorable thoughts you leave in the tags, and the occasional cute animals you send me ^^

And you know what here's a bunch more awesome people who are lovely, make awesome content, and/or just have absolutely fantastic blogs that I love seeing on my dash <;3 @artymiswritesfics, @ticklishsheepy (not active atm), @gigglen, @delightfulfics, @mysteys-vibes, @jamieisnotalee, @oliviaischillin1204, @achilleean, @fanficsandfluff, @ticklishraspberries, @blushypuppi, @toadallytickles, @august-anon, @supermarvel-fics, @the-new-ginger-switch, @nhasablogg, @ticklishfanart, @sleepysheepytea, @ficsandgiggles, @mysterious-marvel

Happy New Year everybody, I love you all and hope your holiday is exactly what you need <3

[colin-86sc2]

8/17/2024

Holy shit today sucks so far

Morning was normal, actually ate breakfast (chocolate muffin from costco) and was doing alright

Forgot to eat lunch, show up almost late to work, but since I'm technically on time it's fine

An hour ago my friend from college texts me that he's not doing good and I immediately go into "how do I help" mode, which I haven't experienced since what is possibly the worst day of my life so far

so now I can't get out of my own head because I'm still at fucking work and can't leave because that would leave two people doing a job that needs 3

So I'm left to write out my feelings which I'm very bad at

and I'm so full of sadness and regret and anger but I still have to say "I'm good" because i work customer service which I fucking hate

I want to break something, hit something, do anything to let any of this shit out, but I can't because it'll hurt me more than it'll help, I'd probably break my hand

I want to scream but there are customers here, other people on the roads, a tired family at home

If there was a race track here I'd drive as fast as I want but the only place is a tiny oval track that would just frustrate me more

Any video games I'd play to let this out are frustrating or boring now

All the people I'd talk to about it are all going through their own shit right now

And through all this, I have to pretend to be happy. Fucking company policy to smile

I feel tense, my legs have been sore for over a year straight, I have to stand outside in 100+ degree weather in a fucking button up shirt, bow tie, and black pants

The only reason I haven't quit my job is because I don't have any idea what the fuck I want to do with my life and it gives me money

And while I'm complaining, I'm really caught on the idea that I might be trans

like, I doubt it, and even though stereotypes are not an indicator of anything, I fall hard into a lot of egg stereotypes and it just keeps coming back up

and another thing

What the *fuck* does love feel like

I almost just broke out crying typing that out

But I can't do that because it'll last an hour and I'm still at work for another five

I want to be loved so badly

I want to love

I don't know if I can, or if someone would love me

I don't know how to live without being scared of how people see me, or what will go wrong, or what happens after we die

I'm terrified of the future. I don't know how to keep going.

[cantstopwontstoptalking]

Toodles folks' (look who's here)

Honestly, I seriously don't know or have any idea about what really brought you here but if you so happen to read this and find me then I welcome you - Now You better be hitched here' till the very end HEHE

IkIk little too late to the party but c'mon I also wanted to join in and its never too late right? So, now enough of my never ending excuses :)

before anything let's just know me first So HEYYY fellows! you all can technically address me with Sakshi but I like Anaya more ( she basically wants you too call her Anaya only lol ) and I'm 19 year old.

I basically belong from The holy and most peaceful city of India Varanasi but due to various life purposes and reasons I'm currently residing in Ghaziabad. my passion for music is something next level and my favorite hobby is to listen music Period. Also I'm a cancer in case anybody wonders.. Trust me I will be the most weird and most matured person to have encounter with but I strongly believe that my thoughts are my powers and I like investing my time on them for real. Also, little miss is also big time procrastinator and casually likes ending up in foot in mouth situations most of the time and oh boi! overthinking is just not only in her blood but even in her hair XD:) but wait.. don't get scared just like all good movies she also has good parts which you all will gradually get to know with lined up blogs.

I like expressing I know that for sure and now will definitely going do that with you folks! my blogs and thoughts can be totally crap, useless or not meaningful enough for some people nor I'm claiming to do so. I want to make this your and my fun or comfort space where we will come to feel happy and relaxed that is my only sole motive. You'll find most random shit' here I can be talking about anything, my experiences, gossiping sessions, books, fashion ,movies reviews, celebrities, things I adore or not like, lessons ,learnings so much more.

But for dealing with all this silently you all deserve an special name to feel that heart to heart connect between us. So, I have decided to address you guys as "Munchkins" (don't kill me for this ! Love ya &lt;<3)

So, my munchkins *chuckles* - we will be meeting 3 times a week otherwise you all will get bored of me which I don't want even in my wildest dream :(

C'mon now just don't think too much just shake my hand and join this mad journey don't worry we will take care of each other It'll be fun.

Till then See you later alligators, HAHAHAHA.

with love, SAKSHI

[tihgnari]

ꕤ 16. a dunk of cold water

tw: cursing / wc: 1.4k

the busy city life on the other side of the café's window is a welcomed scenery. it's a drastic change from the stuffy library you sit in with other students as you burn through hours and hours of studying. not to mention a few exciting things that happened within the past hour, such as a couple breaking up at the table behind you, a rude customer getting kicked out, or ayaka's curious gaze as she asked you a question you certainly did not see coming.

"what have you and yoimiya been up to these days, anyway?" she shrugs, looking elsewhere, as her fingers fidget around the comfortingly warm mug of hot chocolate. "not that i'm jealous… okay, maybe i am, but only because it feels like i'm out of the loop with you these days."

frankly, it was pretty easy to sum everything up—"oh, don't worry bestie, you're not missing much out of my poor old boring life! only that i like your brother and we text often but he doesn't know it's me he's texting, but i'm sad he doesn't even ask questions about our little game anymore and would rather talk about that stupid girl he likes."—but you rather get deposed and kicked out of the university than ever admit that to ayaka.

technically, she only said you can't date ayato so having a teeny tiny crush isn't exactly part of the rules she had set for you.

despite the loophole, guilt weighs heavy in your heart, and you can't find yourself lying to her more than you "already" are.

so, you compromised.

"i think i like someone. the guy i kissed at the kappa sig party? yeah, him. but i don't like that i like him because he's way out of my league and yoimiya heard from other students that he likes someone. you're not exactly out of the loop."

ayaka frowns, looking genuinely sad as she pouts.

"oh no, the one time you finally like someone and this happens? forgive me if i'm wrong but is this the reason why you went out on that friendly date with haru?"

"yeah."

as expected, miss president catches on fast.

it's truly the 8th wonder of the world when someone as awfully clumsy as you managed to keep your growing affection for a certain someone's older brother a secret for so long. it definitely keeps you up at night.

"can i ask what's his name?"

oh fuck.

"his what?"

you nearly shot whipped cream through your nostrils.

ayaka chuckles. "his name, what major is he in, what year he is… oh you know! all the juicy stuff. is he a good kisser?"

yeah, haha no-no to the juicy stuff please, and don't ask me if he's a good kisser he's literally your older brother. ew.

"oh that…" you stutter. "well, funny story i don't… don't actually know his name! i only know that he's from a different university. the night we kissed was really blurry haha. drank and partied too much, you know, so i hardly remember much from it. it's just a tiny crush anyway, you know how exaggerated yoimiya gets. that's really all there is to it!"

your phone vibrates, an incoming call from…

aya-too hot to handle

SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!

"so, yn, i was kinda wondering if…"

your hand shoots to grab the tiny menace and cover that offending contact name. too caught up in your panicked state, your palm bangs against the table and alerts nearly everyone within your table's vicinity. heads turning to see what caused the abrupt loud noise—you'll take this humiliation than ayaka finding out the truth.

your bestfriend stops speaking, looking at you with an expression you can't read.

holy shit. is this it? is she gonna find out? is this my death? is 'tis the day the blinding light of a goddess fully embraces me and guides me towards the mysterious afterlife???

"i can—"

"here's a tissue! why did you have to kill the mosquito with your bare hands?! now, look! all it's grimy mosquito blood is on your phone screen!"

hallelujah! god bless, mosquito!

"ah!" you forced out a laugh. "hahaha! right! i was getting annoyed by it, and i was scared it might land on our food."

ayaka promptly agrees and carries on the conversation as you sneakily send a text to ayato, who's impeccable and wonderful timing will be your thirteenth reason.

to: aya-too hot to handle —DONT CALL ME

aya-too hot to handle, replied: —but why :(

you wanted to bang your head against the wall or throw yourself out of the window and run like a mad person down the streets. anything would've been better than this situation and you draw the conclusion that you should have rejected ayaka's offer to go to a café outside campus.

you can already imagine the absolute joy in yoimiya's face as she laughs at you and your misery once you tell her about all the shit that went down.

"oh, ayaka, yn, didn't expect to see you girls here." 

is that god you hear?

ayato stands unfairly handsome despite being in a simple hoodie and some sweatpants, standing next to a girl you clearly have not seen before in your entire life.

"nii-san! what are you doing here?" ayaka asks after shooting the girl a friendly smile. a smile you can't give her no matter how much you force yourself into trying to act normal.

ayato blinks before. "i live around the area, remember? plus, the boys are over at the apartment and i lost at rock paper scissors. so here we are, buying their coffee."

the girl scoffs before laughing as she playfully bumps his shoulders. "if only you didn't try to play mind games with them! seriously, who yells out what they're gonna use in rock paper scissors and actually ends up using it?"

"wait, what?" ayaka laughs together with her.

huh, getting all chummy with the sister-in-law already?

"'yato was trying to mess with itto and say he'll use scissors. so itto used rock but ayato actually ended up using scissors and he lost."

fucking excuse me? "'YATO"?!

"no way?" ayaka says before laughing with the girl.

ayato groans, pulling her away by her hand. "come on, kana. i wanna get back home already and start the movie marathon."

the girl—kana—rolls her eyes before sending ayaka and you one last smile, letting herself be tugged away by ayato to the counter.

"do you think they're together?" ayaka whispers, leaning over the table as if ayato and kana can hear her from way across the room. "i wish they are. they look great together, don't you agree?"

no, they don't. BOOOO.

"dunno," you shrug. "maybe?"

you feel any form of happiness and excitement getting sucked out of your body as you replay the scene of ayato's fingers curling around kana's before pulling her away toward the counter. was she the girl he liked? it's gotta be. she's pretty. someone who just fits into ayato's side so much that when other people see the pair, they immediately go, "omg! they look perfect together! their future kids won the gene pool!" and judging by your oblivious best friend's reaction, your hypothesis is proven true.

you're lying. they do look great together. so great, that you can't even deny it. you've never been in his league, not even an arm's reach—and seeing kana was a reminder. a reminder you weren't ready to see and a dunk of cold water on your already shivering frame.

"well, i hope they're dating so i don't have to worry about nii-san's future anymore. being an heir to an empire's more like a prison than a blessing, if ya ask me."

you wanted her to stop talking but couldn't find the words to. not that you'll be able to explain and get away with why you genuinely wanted her to shut up.

you've been so out of it that you don't notice both your phones have been notifying text message after text message until ayaka's loud exclaim snaps you out of it.

"i can't believe this! and right when it's the day before the show."

"wait, what? huh?"

"hiroto quit the hosting gig last-minute! aren't you reading our group chat right now?!"

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[wistfulwatcher]

I'm rewatching Redemption 1B, and I just gotta say:

I fucking adore Breanna Casey.

The first 8 eps were great for her, and I liked her from the absolute start, which is impressive to begin with. But I love her more every single episode, and I kind of can't get over what a good fit she is with the team in a different way than Harry (who is of course also a surprisingly great fit).

Because she's family to begin with but there is also a distance there, she's a criminal at the start but not as openly or officially as the crew (since Parker thinks of her as a "normal person", it sounds like she maybe hadn't been in any serious legal trouble/gotten caught until shortly before the series started), and she's much younger than everyone else in the crew (whereas the original crew had some big age gaps between the youngest and oldest, but all their gaps between next-youngest and next-oldest were fairly small).

There are so many ways her character could have struggled to fit in with the crew, and she does, a little! They acknowledge that she isn't just like the rest of them and she can't relate to some things the rest of the crew can. But it's not her entire role, and it's not this giant obstacle that gets all the focus. And I LOVE THAT. It's there, it's constant, but over the course of the season Breanna connects with the crew individually and as a team so fucking well around that.

And while I don't think she was exactly distanced in 1A, I think she was more wary. She came into the crew for Hardison and because she "was desperate." She wasn't hopeful and I don't think she really believed Leverage could do everything Parker and Hardison claimed they did.

But as the season progresses, we see her start to see her believe in the people around her. We see her start to relax and get comfortable around her teammates. We see the crew win with her help. We see her see justice, see victims no longer victimized. We see her start to hope.

And the more we see her hope, the more we see her open up.

And I feel like they did a phenomenal job setting up a situation where we might have two hackers, if we get a second season and have Aldis back. Because Breanna's brilliant and technical and they've made the space for a "maker" separate from a hacker, but more importantly she has become such a heart for this show. Similar to Sophie but—and my Sophie-stanning heart hates to phrase it this way—in a more natural and open way than her. And I think this really shows the more Breanna and Sophie interact (and holy hell am I LIVING for their scenes). I think Breanna played a role in Sophie having that more settled, more comfortable vibe in 1B. Because I think she's quietly becoming for Sophie what Sophie was for the crew; "We trust you to make sure we’re all okay."

Sophie can't be that in Redemption, at least not yet and not fully. She's not OK when Redemption starts. And as much as she loves her family, as she tells Harry, her family sees her a certain way. And similarly, she sees her family in a certain way. She knows how they comfort, she's too familiar, in a way. Even when they try to make her feel better, they're trying to make her feel better.

We don't see Breanna try to make Sophie feel better, but we do see her make her feel better. Most notably in the Jackal Job, when Sophie is so impressed with how Breanna is with Stella. I think she's a little in awe of Breanna, honestly, with how patient and supportive she is. And especially with something that scares the shit out of Sophie ("Especially for a grifter. Our wits are all we have.").

Because Sophie really doesn't have that from the rest of the crew; patient and emotionally supportive is her role to fill. I think it's a relief to Sophie, to realize that there is someone else on her team who could be that (either for her or instead of her).

And I think Breanna becomes a surprise in a lot of ways, both to Sophie and the audience. Because she's the young one, the newbie. We're supposed to expect her to be mentored, the same way Parker assumes she is supposed to mentor her.

And she is mentored by each of the crew, sure. But Redemption makes it clear that mentorship isn't a one-way street:

"Like you did with me?" "The way we all did with each other."

"What kind of mentor would I be if she's the one teaching me things?" "The best kind."

The Leverage crew is (and always has been) all about helping each other grow and change by working together. But the thing is—and I think this is why Leverage does found family so well—it's such a passive thing for these characters. These aren't characters who are trying to influence and teach each other.

These are just characters who work well together, who learn to listen to one another. More importantly, who care about one another. And part of caring about someone is sharing yourself, and learning about them. It's that give and take with people who matter that changes you.

And I think Breanna was written spectacularly to fit into this team (and thus into this show). Because Breanna starts out hopeless ("But not because I believe in hope, or something stupid like that."), but that hopelessness comes from caring. And that makes her a perfect fit to change and be changed.