#spend a normal amount of time looking into it...

[starpeachjelly]

Kindred Spirits ₊˚⊹⋆

Prologue.

summary: Love and deepspace, a game that you played in your past life. As for your current life? You're living in none other than Linkon city, a city from the aforementioned game.

warnings: Brief mentions of death.

word count: 1.2k

author's note: Officially making this a full fledged fanfic! I'm still super nervous about sharing my writing, but hopefully i'll get less anxious as time goes on. Not beta read sorry for any spelling mistakes. <3

You're eleven when the chronorift catastrophe happens. On that same day you get the memories of your old life back. It's an emotional roller coaster. The grief of your own death. The excitement and thrill of being in the game you had loved so much. The dread of realizing you'll have to experience being a teenager all over again.

It takes a while for you to calm down, but when you do, you decide on an important decision. You are going to live a normal life. You do *not* want to get in the way of what fate has planned for the characters of this world. Of course you would have loved to meet them, but you love being alive more.

Your normal life falls apart less than a week later.

She looks just like how you created her, only younger. Caleb and Josephine are standing right beside her. You stare in silence, too stunned to speak. You don't know what to do, your mind and heart are racing. You think about excusing yourself, but before you can speak your mother tells you to go play with the new neighbours. She's already ushering you out the door, not even giving you the chance to object.

The way she looks at you leaves you feeling uneasy. It's as if she knows your thoughts. You half expect her to tell you that you don't belong. Instead she greets you with a wide grin as she tells you her name.

Caleb introduces himself next. You know how much he's suffered, yet you wouldn't be able to tell based on the warmth his smile radiates.

You introduce yourself next, silently hoping you don't look as nervous as you feel. But the second you say your name, she grabs your hand and drags you to go play with Caleb following close behind.

After that day you try to avoid them both as best you can, still determined to keep your distance as to not affect the story this world has planned for her. But no matter how hard you try she always seems to find her way back to you.

You nearly jump out of your skin when you hear her call your name from across the street. You watch as her hand slips out of Caleb's to reach for yours instead, asking if you want to walk to school together. You instinctively glance at Caleb who's wearing the same warm smile from your first meeting. However, you're not oblivious to the subtle annoyance in his eyes.

You're about to politely decline her offer, looking back at her with her wide hopeful eyes and bright smile… You end up walking to school together.

Lunch rolls around and she's quick to sit next to you even though you're sitting with your friends. You're all older than her by a few years, yet she doesn't seem out of place. Her confidence is admirable, endearing even. But you're still worried about how she seems to be growing so fond of you so quickly. At least this time Caleb is busy with his own friends, which means you don't have to be subjected to any more jealous staring.

When school ends a small body wraps its arms around one of yours the moment you step foot outside the building. You look down to see her once again staring up at you with her big ol' eyes. The same eyes you remember spending an embarrassing amount of time customizing. She's asking you to come back home with her to help her on her homework.

Before you can answer a sudden chill runs down your spine. You don't even need to turn your gaze to know who's staring at you. You try to tell her that Caleb should help her instead. After all he is her best friend, and you two still don't know each other very well. (She doesn't know you well. But you know everything about her thanks to your love of a 3D dating sim.) Your suggestion falls on deaf ears. There's nothing you can do as she drags you home with surprising strength for an eight year old.

The next day you try leaving for school early. She manages to catch up to you before you're even a block away from your home.

You make sure to sit between two friends during lunch. Your butt barely has time to hit your seat before one of them gets invited to sit with her crush, leaving an empty seat behind. The spot immediately gets filled by a tinier body.

School ends, you hide in the bathroom until you're sure the majority of the students have left. You creek open the door and peer into the hallway, all you see are few teachers and a couple students. There's no sign of her. Slowly, hesitantly, you make your way to your locker. For once you've successfully managed to avoid her. A wave of relief washes over you as you put in your locker combination and swing open the door.

You grab your gym clothes, lunch bag, homework… One good thing about gaining your memory back is that elementary schoolwork is a breeze. Your heart drops to your ass when you close the door to reveal her waving at you from down the hall.

The possibility of her stalking you crosses your mind after the third week of her showing up wherever you are. Unfortunately the probabilities of an eight year old stalking you is incredibly low. It's also hard to believe she would do something so sinister when seems so innocent and harmless.

Every time you look at her your heart aches. Partly in fear of not knowing what's going to happen if she keeps clinging to you like this. But also because you keep thinking of everything she's gone through, and all the hardships she still has yet to face.

Eventually, when weeks turn into months, you come to accept the fact that no matter how hard you try you won't be able to avoid her. Worry and paranoia still cling to you. It's hard not to feel anxious when you don't know how your unexpected presence will impact the story.

Despite your apprehension you find yourself enjoying the time you spend with her. It's as if you're kindred spirits. When she laughs you can't help be laugh as well. When she cries you feel your heart ache. Everything she feels, you feel too.

On one random night you find yourself mourning your previous life. Sure your past life hadn't been perfect, but that doesn't stop you from missing those you were close with. You wonder how they're doing, if they miss you as much as you miss them. Yes, you love your new family and friends. Even so, there's a sense of loneliness that has weighed heavy on your heart ever since you regained your memories.

The next day you're caught off guard when she pulls you into an unexpected hug on your walk to school. When you look at her you see the glint of unshed tears in her eyes. She doesn't say anything. Unspoken words hang between the two of you. It slowly dawns on you. As she holds you tight, you realize now that she also feels what you feel.

tag list: @chocochip-gaia , @plzdonutpercieveme

[plaguewormart]

How much do yall wanna bet that Vincent keeps falling asleep in random spots and situations??

Vincent has lived more than half of his life in active war zones. He has learned to sleep in uncomfortable places, in loud spaces, surrounded by others. He can fall asleep anywhere as long as he feels safe enough, normally whenever surrounded by people he can trust would wake him if something happens.

It begins quite unremarkable. The pope falling asleep on the couch in his apartment while having tea with Thomas. Vincent dozing off during long car rides or flights. A guard nervously shaking a sleeping Vincent awake after watching him fall asleep next to the turtle pond.

The events are shrugged off. No one can expect the new pope to be energetic constantly, especially after long days spent working without breaks.

But as the months pass and Vincent starts getting even closer to his staff, his body starts betraying him. After a night full of nightmares, Vincent falls asleep at breakfast, in front of everyone in the Santa Martha dining hall. No one mentions it, but the concerned looks he gets make him blush in embarrassment.

After a particularly tough week, the Holy Father dozes off in the middle of a meeting. He awakes to six pair of eyes staring at him. Aldo reschedules the rest of the meeting and sends Vincent to bed, where he lays awake until dinner.

Aldo and Thomas bully Vincent into seeing a doctor. They think the pope might have some kind of medical issue. Vincent reluctantly agrees to the appointment. The doctor finds nothing that can cause the fatigue, but he does note down a suspicion of PTSD and chronic pain in Vincent’s medical records.

Vincent starts finding ways to keep himself awake. He finds that copious amounts of coffee help a bit, and so does the pain of digging his fingernails into his skin whenever he notices his eyelids getting heavier.

None of them realize what is actually happening until over a year later.

Vincent gets sick. It’s nothing serious, a case of the flu that’s been going around the Vatican. He’s ordered to rest, and sent to bed.

The fever makes him confused, and he’s not sure exactly where he is. He does know, however, that it’s not safe to sleep. He’s alone, and that’s dangerous.

Thomas comes to check on him, and finds the Holy Father curled up in a corner. His feverish eyes scanning the room for threats. Luckily, some part of Vincent seems to recognize Thomas as a friend.

After showing Vincent that there’s no threats in the apartment - by opening the closets and looking under the bed, as if calming a scared child - Vincent finally agrees to return to bed.

Once the pope is tucked in, Thomas starts to make his way to the door, but Vincent grabs his arm.

Thomas is confused at first, but what the Holy Father tells him next makes him understand the past year for the first time.

“Don’t go alone, it’s not safe.”

Thomas spends the night on a chair next to Vincent’s bed, and Vincent sleeps through the night for the first time since he left his flock.

[bifs]

raunchyrandy69 and all of you can smd

i am not defending the crystal clear evidence of problematic behaviour and atypical teenage edginess however i feel like all of this is not to spread genuine awareness but to feel like you’ve won or that you’re some kind of fandom saviour. you’ve been here like a year at best. if you cared about the wellbeing of literally anyone at all just ignore them and block them and leave it at that

we all know they’ve done bad stuff, and maybe its just cuz i’m a good person, but i can’t look at a young teenage girl doing edgy things and not think to myself, maybe something has happened and they need support, or someone to talk to, especially considering the copious amounts of death threats and other equally awful things said to these TEENAGERS. you guys are BULLIES pretending to care about things you simply don’t. you see offensive things and an easy to beat down crowd and think you’re a messiah. i am so serious when i say you’re all just as bad as them, especially those who have taken it upon themselves to harass these guys without any reason but self gratification- some of you guys will literally make stuff up to vilify these young girls as much as possible. after i made my first whiny bitch post aubrey reached out to me personally, and obviously, instead of screaming pedo and nazi i took the time to listen to her and talk to her like a normal person!! and guess what?? she cooperated!! teenagers who spend lots of time online literally absorb their environment like sponges, a little mercy would do wonders for you people. she’s done nothing but express regret and shame bc believe it or not she’s able to realise when she’s done something wrong

since you’re all in droves i doubt that’s going to happen but i think you all should realise you’re all little joseph mccarthys. i am so glad i took the time to slow down my thought process and do some thinking before i sent a little “kill yourself” to a 14 year old. maybe it’s because you’re all the same age (doubt) but you celebrating running aubrey off the internet is not the flex you think it is. you bullied a TEENAGER off of a SAFE SPACE for her, and you’re trying to run all her friends off as well. some self reflection for all parties involved would be a good thing, i think. maybe we all just block who we don’t like, or, if you WANT to save our fandom, KINDLY EDUCATE THEM 😭😭 YOU CAN BE KIND😭 YOURE ALLOWED

i am not trying to undermine the severity of any of that groups actions but guys cmon the median age of the “nazi clique” is like 15–you’re howling at 15 year olds. i too had my only introduction to aubrey through word of mouth and call-out posts but i need you to slow down for a second and think before you extend the drama. because its not as if they’re still going with the problematic stuff? you guys will join servers, pretend to be their friends, and then turn on THESE TEENAGERS to seem like you just did something altruistic. they just respond when screamed at? maybe stop screaming? stop harassing MINORSS😭

i have more art coming i’ll stop being insufferable for a month or so i so promise

[secretlovezz]

Strutter

Eddie Munson x reader

Summary: Eddie isn't expecting to meet someone as metal as you during his night out.

Warnings: Fem!reader and mentions of alcohol but I think that's it

Wordcount: 1,574

When the guys convinced Eddie to get out and go with the lot of them to see this new up and coming band at The Hideout he was expecting anything but this. Usually when a band or solo artist played it was to a handful of drunks looking to find a distraction in mediocre music, bad drinks, and even worse food. No one expects the people who play to be the next musical genius and that's why so many newcomers find themselves there, looking to gain more experience performing in front of people. So when he walks through the paint chipped door to find it actually crowded he’s a little confused. Sure every once in a while there were days where there were more people than normal hanging around the bar or squishing themselves into booths with friends, but never had he seen it this packed. 

Tonight there are less older, overworked men looking to down themselves in lukewarm beer, though some still lingered, and more of a younger audience. College kids circle with their respective groups cups of something fruity sloshing while they dance with no care for who is surrounding them. Laughing with friends and yelling lyrics along with the lead singer of the band on the stage. Guitar riffs echo throughout the stuffy room and the rhythmic pounding of drumkits shakes the room in company with the ecstatic jumping of tipsy young adults.

The music.

He’s only just now truly registered it and he isn’t sure how he could have possibly ignored it until now. It’s loud, not in an annoying ear piercing way but in a way that reaches and entraps every member of the audience. The harmonies of not only the people who made up this band but the instruments too create a beautiful symphony. The band was a metal one, the overpowering energy that seeped from the stage when he walked in was enough to tell him that.

He takes a moment to really look at all the members. The drummer has long silky blonde hair that really adds a certain dramatic flair to his performance, strands moving into aggressive waves as his head moves up and down in the same passionate rhythm that his arms move to beat against the kits. The bassist has short dark hair gelled into spikes, he wears a shredded tank top that doesn’t actually cover much, and sports an expressive face that reminds Eddie much of himself. The last member, the lead singer and guitarist, is one he spends more time looking at than he did the others.

She’s stunning, Eddie thinks, the very embodiment of beauty. You sing like your life depends on it, voice enthralling- he couldn’t take his eyes off of you and couldn’t hear as Gareth called out to him. Your fingers move almost gracefully, fervently, against the strings of your guitar. The sweet smile that stretches across your face, focusing on the crowd and glancing around at the faces, as you continue your way through the set makes him melt. He savors the sight of you, blood rushing with a sudden adrenaline so intense his heart begins to beat wildly against his chest. He almost feels like he's the one on stage.

Your eyes find him, elegant in the way they slowly move to click with his, and he swears that he can feel his heartbeat echo throughout the entirety of his warming body. The eye contact is hot-blooded making his finger tips itch to touch you, he feels like a perv for it but with the way you stare just as diligently back at him, eyes wandering his frame unabashedly, he wonders if you're feeling it too. 

Your group plays a few more songs, all of which he listens to intently like if he focuses on the words that make up the lyrics hard enough he might learn a little bit more about you. You glance back at him more times than he can count as you finish up and he eats up every amount of attention you grant him like he’s starving for it. Already down bad and the two of you hadn’t even spoken to each other yet. 

The crowd settles into dampened conversations as you and your bandmates gather your things and make your way off the stage, no longer are they yelling and dancing, some fall into seats worn out from overworking their bodies to dance for longer than they should and some make their way out of the establishment ready to hit the sheets after a fun night out- Eddie can’t blame them, most days he’d be in bed by around this time. Eddie finds his seat with the others after lingering for a while. He sips nonchalantly on something Gareth had grabbed for him, making sure to keep an eye out for you- he hopes pathetically that you hadn't left yet. 

When he catches a glimpse of you again it’s twenty-five minutes later and he’s made it to his second beer, nursing it slowly despite its not at all that pleasing taste. His chocolate brown eyes widen, you’re closer, the stage had set the two of you further than he would have hoped and now he’s really getting a good look at you. The metalhead stands abruptly, prompting the others to raise their brows at him in question, he pushes his way through the small crowd blocking him from you like a man on a mission. As he gets closer he can’t help but notice that you're even prettier up close, practically glowing from the rush that comes from performing. Your eyes catch him for the umpteenth time that night, a shiver works its way up his body and a knowing smirk forms itself onto your lips, Eddie thinks he might melt.

Finally, he finds himself in front of you, chest heaving like he's just run a marathon just from being in your presence. His mouth opens and closes while he tries to think of something to say; your brow arches like you’re inpatient but the smirk still etched on your face says that you're teasing.

“Hey.” He mentally scolds himself.

You giggle- It sounds like sunshine Eddie thinks- and your fingers further fray the edges of your torn black shorts, “Hi.”

His chest expands as he takes a deep breath and he doesn’t miss the way your eyes dart at the movement, “You played good- or uh all of you played good I mean but yeah you were-,” He takes in just one more heavy breath to properly gain his composure, “you were pretty metal.”

You bat your lashes like you're trying to kill him. You bring your arm up to let your hand rest against his leather bound bicep, moving higher to pick at the fabric of his vest instead of your shorts. Eddie stops breathing for a second like it might stop you from withdrawing. 

“Pretty metal, huh? You think so? That's high praise coming from you, handsome.” You mean it too. It’s not as if you hadn’t had people flirt with you after a show before but it was never anyone like him. He’s pretty, unreasonably so and you’re a little embarrassed at how much you’ve been struggling to keep your eyes off of him. The looks he had been giving you throughout the time he’d been here, while mildly lust filled, had been kind and full of pure admiration of not only your beauty but your talent; a stranger has never made you feel so seen before. You pull him a little closer by the lapels of his jean vest like he might disappear if you let him go and take pleasure in the way his puppy dog eyes broaden, pupils dilating. 

He rubs at his nose with the sleeve of his jacket to hide the oncoming blush rising from your compliment and boldness while nodding. He’s quick to place a dazzling grin on his face in an attempt to hide his nervousness- he's never been this nervous with a girl before. Taking another half step toward you- you draw him in like a magnet- he leans forward just enough for you to have to look up at him. Now it’s your turn for your pupils to dilate. “Handsome? Sweetheart, you flatter me.” One of his hands, clad in rings and callouses, lands on his chest resting over his heart. You laugh, eyes rolling playfully.

The hand you had rested against his shoulder moves to his waist squeezing him light-heartedly like you’d known him forever- he loves it more than he’d like to admit. “Well, handsome,” He snorts, “What else am I supposed to call you? You haven’t told me your name yet.” Eddie’s smile falls a bit at the realization he's not sure how he could have forgotten.

“Eddie Munson at your service, my lady,” He bows dramatically, almost hitting someone on his way back up but the way you snicker at his antics makes it worth it, “and what might your name be?”

Instead of answering you grab one of the pens lingering in a cup at the bar counter and not so gently pull one of his arms to you, his body pressing against yours for a sweet second. You pull his sleeve up just enough for you to start writing the digits of your phone number against the paleness of his skin.

“Call me later and I might just tell you.”

[nosferatuix]

some 1st year sashisu headcanons:

1. They had a horrible first impression of each other because Gojo was way too exciteable, Shoko too apathetic, and Geto seemed like a stick in the mud, and all of them were like god this is going to be a long few years. By the end of the month they were practically fused together.

2. Shoko's the oldest so her birthday was the first time Satoru had the chance to celebrate a friend's birthday. Suguru asked him like the week before what he was planning on getting her and then immediately had to reign Gojo in from going totally overboard.

3. I know the official art disagrees with me but I saw a fanart of 1st year Shoko with a pixiecut on twitter and she looked really cute so I think it should be canon that she had a pixie cut when she started school, alongside Gojo's super short hair. Geto's already Found His Style

yesyesyes. i actually have a very specific set of ideas about their first interactions. my personal headcanon was that shoko and satoru met each other first because shoko was the first one to move into the dorms, but gege cracked my headcanon by having suguru be the first one to move in so i'm not gonna go into a lot of detail. what i was initially thinking was that shoko and satoru actually got along fine at first sight, with both of them thinking the other was weird but having the consensus that their weirdness was a tolerable amount, which made them at least accept each other as human beings. it was satoru's first time seeing someone who could do rct on others and shoko was trying her best to test the waters first before even thinking about making friends, so they were fine.

then they met suguru and shoko was immediately like, okay, wanna-be-atsushi-sakurai over here doesn't talk as much as the other one which makes him easier to exist around, so i can ditch the other one if he gives me a headache. but i don't think satoru and suguru possibly could have clicked the first time they saw each other. i think they probably got into a huge fight just because suguru was already a nervous wreck so he was feeling on-edge and something about him (probably the fact that he was a couple of centimeters taller than satoru since satoru hit his growth spurt later) ticked satoru off and it was basically like putting fire and gunpowder together. shoko was like... i don't know if i can survive the next four years like this. joke's on her.

moving onto part two here, i love that one fanart of stsg snooping through the student files to figure out more information about shoko because she was a bit secretive and they found out there was only a week left to her birthday. suguru mumbled something about what to get for her and satoru was like, WE'RE SUPPOSED TO GIVE HER A GIFT? and he freaked the fuck out i mean my man was stressed out. suguru had to give him a basic run-down on how these things work in the world of normal people, which was what him and shoko were used to, and they probably put their stipend together to get her something nice. maybe a nice necklace that she never wears except for fancy occasions. or something cute that she could place on her desk in the infirmary to personalize the place a bit since she was starting to spend so much time holed up in there.

PIXIE CUT SHOKO IS APPROVED BY ME. i personally think she had longer hair when she first started the school, i'm thinking shoulder-length and whatever, then she got a borderline-pixie cut that felt inspired to get because she watched hong kong express by wong kar-wai and felt moved by the pretty lady from there even though romantic movies don't do much for her. she eventually grew it out into a bob because it was too high-maintenance and tying her hair up became kind of a necessity the more time she spent in the infirmary, but i'm a firm believer in shoko being really into the nu-metal scene of the 2000s so do with that what you will.

on the topic of gojo's supershort hair, it has always been canon to me ever since i saw nibeul's fanarts about first year sashisu and i actually used to think he cut it himself in the bathroom of the train from kyoto to tokyo the moment he got on it and that's why it's such a choppy and shitty haircut. (it was his first time being unsupervised and equipped with a pair of scissors and he had to perform yet another act of rebellion for the gojo clan elders, excuse you.)

and suguru had already been exposed to buck-tick and the 1993 music video for dress a couple of years back so he was in the middle of growing his hair out to look like the pretty dude with makeup from the music video, so i do agree that he had found his style way earlier than these two. explains the piercings he already had at 15, i bet he begged his mom for months to let him get them lol.

[wiredsignal]

i was just confirming for myself what platforms ultrakill is on (i mean. its the most pc game looking ass pc game...) but did not bargain for...

[From the wikipedia page under reception]

On 8 December 2022, Ultrakill gained official controller rumble support, under the guise of being sex toy support. Its developer released an official mod called UKbutt, adding support for a plugin called buttplug.io. The mod was created by Ultrakill programmer PITR and buttplug.io lead Kyle "qDot" Machulis.[9] New Blood CEO Dave Oshry remarked that "at no point when originally testing or discussing the game with Hakita or anyone at [New Blood] were any of us like 'they're gonna want sex'." The mod was met with a wave of positive user reviews.[10]

which. um. thats quite the rabbit hole to follow.... people are..... for real fucking video games/the computers/THE HOT ROBOTS (via referred input i guess).

[lunarlivs]

me <3 this werewolf

remus as pics from pinterest that reminded me of him

[shima-draws]

Shima is it Coralaw 👀👀👀

...................MAYBE

[wildsaltair]

politely I’d like to do him so good he forgets his own name

[autism-corner]

man. women huh.

[mwagneto]

forced to witness the hungarian nouveau riche. these people suck ass

[dullahandyke]

i am a little bit obsessed w this riku icon. he looks so polite

[ID: a small pixel art icon of Riku from Kingdom Hearts]

[baffledapple]

once again i am being subjected to "educational courses on generative AI" (lengthy advertisements that the higher ups want us to watch so they can say that we are trained in AI)

[remitro]

feeling shrimp emotions about cbee again. sorry it will happen again

[in-tua-deep]

Why is sex ed so terrible

maybe we need a mass of smut fics that include dental dams so the kids know about them

[sunsburns]

your alien boyfriend is just so alien in the sense that his anatomy is just slightly different and off putting but you kinda love it.

you’ve noticed his heartbeat doesn’t really sound like a heartbeat, and he’s so fascinated by the way yours beats so rhythmically.

or maybe his irises get slightly wider than a normal person’s would when he sees something he likes, making them seem darker than what they usually are.

he doesn’t drink, like at all, which is fine, but he tells you it’s because alcohol doesn’t effect him. you think he’s just realizing he’s a heavy weight but you’ve seen him take ten consecutive shots back to back and not even flinch once. but funnily enough he does act a little tipsy at the smell of your perfume.

he’s also weirdly light on his feet. like, you can barely make out his footsteps half of the time and he tends to scare you sometimes because of it. you can only tell when he’s approaching is if the door creaks, or he knocks something over or he trips on his own feet or something along those lines.

he can also hold his breath for an concerningly long period of time. whenever the two of you are at the beach or the pool and he dives in, he spends an uncomfortable amount of time underwater. and when you start to worry, even the lifeguard (if there is one) starts to blow their whistle, he resurfaces casually, barely breathless.

he also kisses you like he doesn’t really need oxygen to breathe, it’s almost as if he can breathe through you, quite literally taking the breath from your lungs. he’s always looking at you like a kicked puppy whenever you pull away, telling him you need a minute for air. he doesn’t really get that you don’t breathe the same way he does.