#(i didnt name everyone but i think it applies to all of them)

[good-beans]

This is depressing but I have a HC that Fuuta’s mother had died shortly after she and his father divorced, and his dad never told him nor his sister about it.

HEY. HEYYYYY. 😭 I GUESS I’LL JUST CRY THEN

From a thematic standpoint this makes me crazy because one of Fuuta’s big themes is invasion of privacy (stalking/doxxing someone and now being afraid of prying eyes) – so such a major gap in information is extra painful. It would be so easy for him to look her up and find out what happened! He could have the whole story in a few minutes, with a few clicks! But he doesn’t, and his father knew he wouldn’t. Whatever happened between her and the Kajiyama family was bad enough that Fuuta refuses to look into her at all. It’s clear he’s emotionally avoidant, and it’d make sense that he avoids any thoughts of her after she’s gone. This makes his interrogation question even more heartbreaking, since he’s finally facing his emotions head-on, no matter how painful they may be. He’s finally growing and changing and ready to admit to his failures/needs, and it’s waaaay too late. 

On the other hand, you mentioned a version where she dies while he's in Milgram, neither of them aware of what's happening to the other. I am so emotional about the prisoners’ families on the outside ;---;

Even if they aren’t great support systems, it breaks my heart thinking of them worrying themselves sick over their loved one’s sudden disappearance. I don’t think Yuno’s family knew about her nighttime activities, but either way their young daughter is gone and there’s so many horrible possibilities it could have been. If the Kusunoki parents heard that Muu’s friend was stabbed and their teen daughter was missing, what awful conclusions must they come to about her getting killed/kidnapped? Shidou’s relatives and coworkers hear about the accident, and then never hear back from him. They know what kind of mindset he was in, and know what that means. Similarly, when Mahiru’s family hears her boyfriend’s body was recovered after a suicide, and no one has heard from their daughter, there’s really one likely outcome. Mikoto promises to come home, but he never shows. His sister cries reading reports of bloody murders at the train station where he makes his daily commute. Kotoko’s family (and maybe Lucky herself) know that she got involved with a powerful family accused of kidnapping. So when she’s gone without a trace, they must be wracked with grief that they finally got their revenge. 

All that to say, Fuuta’s family is equally heartbroken when their son, just having turned twenty a few days ago, doesn’t make it home to celebrate. His mother gets her first call from the family in years, and instead of good news, they tell her that her little boy is gone. I don’t know how you pictured her dying, but if she was in a bad state now, this could definitely be the thing that pushes her over the edge. Now, when Fuuta returns to his life, he’ll discover another death that happened “because” of him. Even if his father and sister don’t blame him for disappearing, I can’t imagine him shrugging off that guilt so easily…

In conclusion. OUCH.

[fable-x4]

Doing this because it makes me happy •Ꮂ•. Im making it difficult on all of you though.

1 note- I'll go drink water

10 notes - I'll set alarms to actually care for myself

50 notes - set up a daily productivity system so I stop wasting my time doing nothing.

100 notes - ask my friends to help me buy a skirt

500 notes - get a bra & a whole bunch of other affirming clothing !!!

1k - tell my dad that my gf is also trans

2.5k - ask my dad to address me by my prefferred name & pronouns 1k went pretty poorly, so I dont feel super comfortable making an attempt on this.

5k - try to get therapy/psychologist

10k - girl mode at all times (start actively wearing makeup/clothing/doing voice training around people at all times)

50k - try for HRT (0% chance) (also no guarantee on this one)

Asfgg. It feels surprisingly good to have a bunch of strangers who want me to be happy

I have now set up alarms for eating, waking up, and hygene related stuff. I seriously doubt we get to 500, but this has made me significantly happier •Ꮂ•

Doing some math... 25 notes in 4 hours. 6.25 notes per hour. 8000 hours or 333 days until this hits 50k. Hrt in a year ig.

Um. Wow. Its been a day, and we're almost at 300. Everything 500 & below was supposed to be things I'd do with minimal intervention. But now, we're getting to the scarier stuff. I am very intimidated, but also excited

My gf really badly wanted to be here when I buy some of the clothing, so the skirt will be this week, the rest of the clothing will be when she comes back from vacation

Saying that you're force femming me is so not allowed. This is unfair. You have no right to make me feel the ways Im feelingggg. Stop making me happy.

Welp. I told him about my girlfriend. And things went about as poorly as expected. He said that Im parroting what other people think. Slowly taking little parts of them, and applying them to myself. Specifically, being trans. He didnt even leave it to maybes. He said with certainty that I was copying everyone else. I know 9 trans people total. Only 2 of them are my close friends. Everyone else, Im barely aquaintences with. I should have told him that regardless of whatever theories he has, this has boosted my confidence massively. Slightly less excited for 2.5k notes. At least everything after that is very positive. And at least this lets me talk about my girlfriend for ages. I dont have to say her deadname through gritted teeth. Oh context. He already knows Im trans but was ignoring it.

I GOT A SKIRT!!!!!

Thank all of you so much. At first when I got the skirt, I was pretty intimidated by the idea of showing my legs. I thought everyone will just see me as a man. But there's a degree of confidence you all have given me. Yeah. Im pretty. Yeah, Im beautiful even. Yeah. Its a friggin fantastic skirt. And anyone who thinks otherwise is dumb. Im happy, and thats what matters.

[elliewluvr]

sells | ellie williams

pairing: drugdealer!ellie x f!reader

summary: ellie’s a popular known drug dealer at your college which just so happened to be hosting a large party where you and ellie bump into eachother.

content warnings: 18+ SMUT MDNI, drug use, alcohol use, partying, fingering, slight degradation and praise, reader receiving, almost getting caught, tons of kisses

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there you were, laying in your dorm room with an face mask on that was in the middle of moisturizing and cleansing your pores.

outside of your door, you could hear girls laughing as they walked down the halls to head to an assumed party that everyone has been raving about for the past week.

you on the other hand, WERENT interested in going, despite the amount of messages your friends and classmates sent you in hopes of you showing up.

it wasnt that you hated parties or wasnt invited, you just didnt want to go to this party in particular since the people hosting it are pretty much all dicks.. most of them playing girls left to right on campus or just being all around too much.

you let out a sigh, rolling over onto your stomach as you checked through your messages, immediately clicking on the messages between you and your best friend.

her: arent you coming to the party tonight?

you: not tn, i think im gonna stay in and watch movies tonight

you paused touching your face mask a bit as it began to grow a bit tight on your face, standing up to head into your conjoined bathroom that you and your next doormate over you shared.

after about five minutes, your phone buzzed on your bathroom sink, making you pick up the device to read the following messages.

her: hell no, u promised u come out with me tonight

her: u already missed the last party

you rolled your eyes, furrowing your eyebrows a bit annoyed before feeling yourself let out a sigh.

you: girl..

you: fine, ill be ready soon. just give me 30 minutes.

her: kk, come to my room

you rolled your eyes playfully, liking her message before plugging your phone up to get some extra juice into the battery. you began to wash your face after turning on some music of course, trying to get yourself in a party mood upon leaving

grabbing your makeup bag once you were done with washing your face, starting on your makeup.

—

as promised, you were ready with 30 minutes. your hair freshly flat ironed and your makeup flawless, nearly perfect as always. you were dressed in a simple croptop and shorts that paired nicely with your converse.

spraying a few sprays on your key points before analyzing yourself in the mirror, applying a bit of lip gloss on your lips.

you grabbed your phone and purse, turning off any lights before you proceeded to leave your dorm. the commute from you and your best friend was literally down the hall.

you looked up, waving at a few of your peers who occasionally said hi and smiled sweetly in your direction. after getting past all the people who were rushing out of their rooms with their friends and girls running down the hall holding hands.

you finally reached your destination, your knuckles raising to gently knock at her decorated door, the slight smell of weed and perfume coating your nose once the door opened.

“heyy, come in.” she said, smiling at you before analyzing your outfit, “you look cute babe.” she said, laying a slap your ass once she allowed you into the room. you bursted out into laughter, fanning your hand at her before sitting on her bed.

“you had your chance but you decided to cheat on me with.. whats his name?” you said playfully, laying a finger on your chin almost as if you were thinking. she laughed, closing her door behind you as she immediately went back to sit down at her vanity, grabbing her curling iron to finish up her hair.

“i thought youd be ready by now.” you said while you watched her finger comb her curls, her hand grabbing her lip liner that was laid open on her desk.

“i am, just making sure i look perfect. you know whos gonna be there tonight.” she said before standing to look at her outfit through the mirror, turning around to get a good view of how her ass looked her miniskirt while smirking to herself. you on the other hand let out an laugh, instantly knowing who she was referring to.

her ex. the same ex who tried to kiss a girl while she was tutoring him.. also the same ex who was hosting this party and more than likely got another girls number due to your best friend not being there for the past two hours. crazy, i know.

“i thought you were over him, what happened?” you asked, earning a sigh from her as she grabbed her keys and her purse, throwing her head back dramatically almost like she was too over this conversation to continue it through. she opened the door to her dorm, “well remember how i told you he showed up to my room a few days ago?”

“mhm? dont tell me you fell for it again.” you said before standing to follow behind her, closing the door on your way out as the two of you began to walk down the hallway that was surprising empty now.

“i cant help myself around him, he came over did that trick with his tongue that i told you about.” she said, making your jaw drop and laugh, “oh fuck no, he just had to do that trick again.” you said, letting out a sigh of laughter, looking over at her.

—

there was an good little 10 minute walk to the frat house, the walk accompanied by laughter and a bit of gossiping about eachothers love life but once the two of you made it there safely, the fun began. people were everywhere, some laid in the lawn, some talking outside, while others stumbled around, and danced drunkenly to the music that was slightly muffled due to being outside.

you looked around, a bit in awe from half of the campus being at this very party that you were so tempted on turning down. “girl come on, we have to get drinks.” your best friend said, grabbing your wrist to pull you into the crowded and hot house.

for all the windows to be opened, it surely was too muggy to be in for too long. there was people dancing on eachother, playing drinking games, smoking, and even an few who were making out. it was wild, your shoulders brushing past others that were crowded around watching the whole ordeal.

once you reached the kitchen, you grabbed a red solo cup that was stacked up for the guests, “i didnt expect the party to be so packed tonight, theres so many people here.” you said, speaking over the music that blasted through the house analyzing the jungle juice that was made for the guests in a large jug.

you place your cup under the spout and pulled down the lever, letting your cup fill up a little bit over half way before letting it go and stepping back for your best friend.

“yeah, i told you it was gonna be alot of people here.” your best friend said, smiling as she did the same to pour herself some as well. you both moved a bit off the side, allowing the other people there to get their cups refilled or whatever else.

you smiled, looking around a bit before taking a couple of sips of the liquor which made your face scrunch up in disgust, “this shit tastes like acid.” you said, watching as your best friend looked at you and instantly bursted out into laughter.

“girl it cant be that bad.” she said, still laughing a bit as she raised her cup to sniff it first before taking a sip. she instantly made the same face as you, shaking her head ‘no’ in the midst of swallowing it.

“yeah no, that shit needs a chaser.” you said, leaning back against the wall behind you as you almost instantly spotted no other than your best friends ex, his eyes traveling up and down her body a bit before meeting yours, “look who it is.” you said, using your elbow to lightly tap hers.

“should i?” she asked while looking over at you for permission. you nodded, “go get your man.” you said, although you didnt wanna be alone. the two of you are both adults so you encouraged it and besides, when shes with him, shes happier.

she smiled at you, laying a gentle peck on your cheek before throwing back the liquor in the plastic cup, making a face from the taste. after her reaction, she let out a simple, “ill be back, if you go anywhere else make sure to text me and tell me.” she yelled over the music, making her way over to him after you nodded at her, “have fun.” you said.

you took a sip of your own liquor, leaning against the wall in the non crowded kitchen. you were dancing a bit to the music that was playing, the bass of the music hitting your ears throughout the large house.

a few moments passed along with a few drinks, at this point you were drunker than you thought you were and upon your friend not returning, you were starting to get a bit paranoid. constantly yanking your shorts down that seemed to ride up continuously.

‘just had to drink more than anticipated huh.’ you thought to yourself, shaking your head before pulling out your phone to check your messages, nothing new coming up due to everyone being here at the party.

“you gotta lighter?” you heard a raspy but smooth voice say. the voice easily decipherable, looking up to be faced with the girl you sat next to in ap calculus. the same girl who made you laugh by saying slick remarks about the teacher or how fucking stupid she thought math was.

“uh. yeah, let me check.” you said, smiling a bit. she looked so good, some of her hair pulled back out of her face which helped you see her freckled features along with how plump and pink her lips looked.

she nodded, smiling a little, “thanks, someone fucking stole mine after i let them light their crooked ass joint with it.” she said, instantly gaining a laugh from you who dug in their purse to take out the cute little rick and morty lighter you got when you were back home visiting for the summer.

“here you go.” you said, handing it to her earning a “thank you.” over the music. you watched as she took the blunt from behind her ear with her long veiny fingers to place the blunt between her plump pink lips. ellie lit it, smoke clouding in front of you once she got it burning.

she sucked the smoke in before inhaling it a few times, noticing your eyes on her every move made her let out a laugh, “you look pretty.” she heard her say, immediately getting snatched from your thoughts.

you tried to hold back from how happy the compliment made you however your face gave up on you the second you rolled your eyes playfully and began to smile, “thank you, so do you.” you said, making her lean forward to hear you better, her unisex cologne hitting your nostrils rather quickly before she leaned back and brought the blunt back to her lips to take a few more inhales.

“oh yeah?” she asked after blowing the smoke to the side to avoid your face. you nodded, watching while she extended her arm to pass the blunt to you. you grabbed it from her, your soft fingers meeting with hers as your long red nails caught her attention.

she leaned forward again, beginning to speak in your ear, “lets find somewhere more private. its so loud, i can hardly hear you and im shitty at reading lips.” she laughed a bit, making you get goosebumps from how close she was.

you laughed at her words to distract yourself from being nervous, earning a simple, “okay, ‘cmon.” you said back into her ear, she nodded upon grabbing your hand to let you lead her. her eyes trailing from your waist to your ass before walking through the party itself.

you looked around a bit before spotting the crowded staircase, walking up the steps and letting a few ‘excuse me’s pass your lips when there was people with their backs turned talking.

your eyes landed on the unoccupied bathroom, deciding to just pull her in there since the door was wide open with the light on. you walked in first, turning to face ellie once the two of you were finally in. ellie shut the door behind the both of you, your lower back pressing against the bathroom sink as you inhaled the smoke and looked at the auburnette in front of you.

there was a tiny bit of awkwardness between the two of you, ellies eyes looking at you whilst you blew out the smoke and returned the same eye contact, “oh yeah, here.” her slightly raspy voice let out before she handed you back the lighter in exchange for the blunt.

you grabbed the lighter back from her, eyes landing on her digits and how long they were. long, slender, and veiny hands along with a sexy forearm tattoo that you knew for a fact would look so good wrapped around your neck.

you attempted to get yourself out the nasty thoughts, looking away a bit nervous almost as if she could hear them herself. she hit the joint and tilted her head at you, “what made you come out tonight, i never seen you at these kind of parties.” ellie said.

ellie was good with faces due to how many people she ran into on daily bases, she just automatically knew who was who by how they looked or what outfit they were wearing that day. regardless of being the campus plug, she couldn’t remember everyones names. only the people she would sell to repeatedly.

“oh? well yeah, i havent been to any this semester.. just been alot more home sick than usual.” you said, looking at her who was stood in front of you. she let out an sigh, “yeah, after my freshman year, i was feeling the same.” she said as she fixed the blunt in her pointer and thumb fingers.

“itll go away soon just, i dont know.. fucking think about how good its gonna feel once all of this is over.” she said with a shrug before handing you the blunt back, “im trying.” you said, grabbing the blunt and earning a hum from her.

“shit, i meant to ask you if you could help me study.” she said as you looked up from the blunt between your between your fingers, hitting it. as much as you hated to admit it, you were crossfaded and it happened so damn fast.

ellies weed was always good, making people have one of the best highs ever. your eyes were already bloodshot red and your words were slurring previously to smoking with ellie.

“yeah sure, let me give you my number.” you said, passing the now small blunt back to her, she threw it into the toilet, putting it out due to it touching the water, “yeah sure. here.” she said, pulling her phone from her pocket to give it to you.

you typed your number into the create a new contact, making your name something simple before handing it back, “thanks, ill text you after this.” she said, saving it and slipping the phone back into where she took it from. you nodded, looking at her who turned her attention back to you, starting up yet another conversation after the next.

the two of you talked for what felt like hours but since you two werent sober, it was realistically 10-20 minutes. you ended up just sitting on the counter connected to the sink, looking at the girl in front of you who was practically standing between your legs. you paid no attention to it, not minding the closeness once the weed was high in your system, easing your nerves.

“thats so fucking funny” you replied, laughing at the bizarre story she told you about how her friend walked in on her and his ex cuddling. “literally man, i wasnt even dressed in shit but boxers and a tank top.” she said, laughing a bit herself before placing her hands on either side of your thighs.

you noticed this, your laughter dying down once your eyes landed on her lips that were a bit flushed due to the alcohol and amount of times shes smoked today. your eyes drifted all over her from her hands to her arms, and now from her eyes to her lips.

“cant keep your eyes off me, huh?” she asked you who was still a bit fixated on her lips while she smirked, “maybe.” you said, feeling yourself grow a bit bold once you noticed she could tell where your eyes were.

“must want me to kiss you too, huh? ive noticed how you been looking at me all tonight, making me nervous.” ellie said, smirking a bit slyly as she sat her hands on your thighs, rubbing them gently.

“is this okay?” she asked, tilting her head at you. you felt your body give into the touch. you were already touch starved due to your ex being at another college almost 3 hours away and upon cutting ties with the girl you were fucking in your freshman year, lets just say you were desperate for physical touch in the slightest way.

you thought for a quick second, nodding your head to her words before placing your hands on her shoulders, lets admit it. you did have a tiny crush on ellie. the way she’d swing her pen or pencil over and under her fingers effortlessly in class.

the way she’d always come to sit beside you since the semester started, often making jokes thatll have you holding in your laughter. the way she’d give you side eyes mid lecture, making you have to turn your head away from your professor to prevent getting caught. not to mention the way she’d always find something to compliment you on.

although you were in your sophomore year of college and was supposed to be having the most hookups and one night stands one could have, you didnt. the thought of fucking someone who couldve fucked half the school just wasn’t something you were interested in. the amount of girls fighting over men and women who just couldn’t care less about them just wasnt what you wanted to be caught in.

even though ellie was an well known junior around school who sold weed to pretty much everyone without getting caught, she knew and was friends with alot of the people who were pretty much ‘head of school’, known by all people who attended your college. however she was alot like you, not too fond on fucking alot of people either.

the only person she was truly interested in was dina, a popular senior who seemed to have good grades but yet, always made time to attend every party there was. she was the life of the party, often coming in and making the party more packed than usual. did i mention dina and ellie are exes?

despite the two of them being broken up, ellie and her still remained good friends regardless of anything which was good. since the breakup with dina, el’s focused on selling and keeping her grades good enough so joel wouldn’t scold her and come to her dorm to personally do it face to face, ending it with “you got that, kiddo?”

all until she ran into you.

what you didnt know was that she had a mini crush on you as well, too awkward to admit it nor ask you out due to the fear of rejection. there was plenty of girls who practically threw themselves at ellie but she was never interested, letting a laugh pass her lips awkwardly before simply saying, “sorry. i cant.”

the two of you looked at eachother for a moment, eyes trailing from eachothers faces to lips, ultimately making one another lean forward. your lips connecting in a slow peck. you both pulled away, lips still close together as you wrapped your arms around her neck to lean back in, placing a now deepen kiss on her soft pout, her arms pulling you off from the counter to palm your ass in her hands.

she smirked against your lips whilst sliding her hands up your cropped shirt. she made sure to make the kiss deep and controlled, letting her hands glide over your satin bra. “good girl.” she mumbled against your lips, taking an hand from under your shirt to your neck as she placed an knee between your thighs, making you whine into the kiss.

you felt your stomach growing a bit tight while your purse slipped from your shoulder to the floor, a soft gasp for air passing through your lips as the kiss progressed. her hands sliding back up your shirt to palm your breasts. “fuck.” you let out softly, eyebrows furrowing while she pulled away to kiss and suck your neck. this feeling making you a bit needy, deciding to buck your hips forward against her knee.

oh how that was a bad decision, the action making ellie pull away to land an slap on one of your thighs, making you squeal, “be patient, dont get needy or ill stop.” she said, her eyes low and red. you felt yourself nod subconsciously, obeying her commands while she unbuttoned your shorts to slide a hand into your panties, “im gonna make you cum on my fingers, do you understand?”

you nodded, watching in awe as she slipped her hand under your bra to massage your nipple, her fingers rubbing between your slit at an agonizing pace. ellie let out a sigh, watching your face closely while being sure not to stop her fingers from rubbing and massaging your clit, “fuck!” you let out, eyes glossing over whilst you wrapped your hands around her tatted forearm.

“feels good, huh? such a pretty girl for me. open.” she said, smirking happily prior to drawing circles over your budded clit, your pussy practically dripping in her palm as she lifted her free hand to her neck. you opened your mouth, moans coming from you nonstop with no words since your mind was too fogged to even start a sentence. ellie pushed two of her fingers into you, your insides gripping around her digits desperately.

the auburn haired girl nodded while looking at you, sticking her tongue out to kiss you sloppily as she curled her fingers in you in search of your spot. you couldn’t help but moan into the kiss, arms wrapping around her neck before gasping out in pleasure, your head falling back, “ellie! dont stop!” you moaned, feeling her place kisses on your chin.

“thats.. right there!” you whimpered, “yeah? listen to how you sound. take it babe.” she said in an raspy tone, making your legs tremble. ellie curled and yanked at your spot, her eyes completely latched onto you as you stared back at her with furrowed brows, teary eyes, and slightly parted lips.

“i want you to come all over my fingers.. let it all out for me baby.” she said, feeling your legs grow a bit more weak which caused her to grab ahold of your waist out of reflex, holding you upright. you felt your stomach tightening, your pussy gushing and squelching over her fingers that repeatedly pushed into your spot. your mouth fell open as your breathing grew heavy, your chest beginning to rise and fall quickly.

“im gonna cum!” you let out, earning a hum from ellie before nodding, “cum for me, give it to me baby.” she said, smiling while watching you. your eyes rolled back in awe, her fingers speeding up quickly, “pretty girl, look at you.” she said as you started to clench over her fingers, cumming on her fingers and in your panties.

ellie smiled, “goodjob, you like my fingers huh?” she said, leaning in to kiss you while you panted against her lips, slipping her fingers out of your pussy to rub your sensitive clit that was throbbing from the orgasm and not being touched.

the feeling made you whimper into the kiss, hips trembling and shaking, “why dont i go back to your dorm with you?” she said against your lips before pulling away, “yes please.” you moaned, her fingers continuing. the two of you jumped at the sound of there being banging on the door, the sound of the doorknob twisting made ellie tear her hand from inside your pants once the door opened.

“motherfucker! someone’s in here!” ellie yelled, pushing the door back shut with an look of frustration covering her features. frantically you turned around to button your shorts and pick your purse up from the floor while ellie started to wash her hands from your juices.

‘were we that fucked up we forgot to lock the door?’ you thought to yourself, ellies words cutting you off. “i mean what the fuck? people dont know how to knock now and days?” she said, completely annoyed. you on the other hand acknowledged how cute she looked frustrated, watching her through the mirror as her eyebrows scrunched together.

once she finished drying her hands, ellie snatched open the door, immediately being greeted with an long line of people behind the door. “cmon ellie.” you said to her who gave aggravated looks back to everyone else who mugged the two of you, making you place a hand on her lower back to push her out.

as entertaining it would’ve been to see an fight, you werent interested in seeing it at that moment. more so ready to get in pajamas and cuddle.

“well, back to my dorm huh?”

“yeah. of course.”

<3

part 2!

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thank you for reading, i hope you enjoyed!

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Milk theory? 👁️👁️

ANYTHING FOR YOU TWO!!!!

ok this is gonna be short and mildly insane. i would like everyone to understand that this is pretty much Entirely unfounded & i'm just reading too much into a teeny little thing. however i've convinced myself that this theory is viable against all better judgement

take these mad ramblings with a Monumental grain of salt. im not to be taken seriously ever

so it all boils down to This

Little

Motherfucker.

the milk carton behind Barnaby's house.

it was added with the last large update, and it Immediately made me lose my mind. it's such a... strange thing to add to the map, which already has Teeny Secrets - along with other choice objects that make me narrow my eyes. but this isn't about them.

The very first thing I thought of when I saw the milk carton was the phrase "no use crying over spilled milk". which, of course, essentially means that there's no point in crying over things you can't change / things already done. There are a couple ways i'm interpreting it with this context

Something is going to happen that Barnaby feels personally responsible for. or is responsible for - either indirectly, or maybe he'll do something terrible. i think it's entirely possible that he might do that possible something for Wally. and again, take this with salt, but Clown has implied through trivia and fun hypotheticals that Barnaby would go to lengths for Wally. and yes, i know. taking evidence from "what would the neighbors do in Among Us" is absurd. IN MY DEFENSE! while the trivia isn't really to be taken seriously, there's always a thought process behind character roles and dynamics and behavior, and that is something that can be (carefully) looked into and applied. like in Among Us, apparently Barnaby would, and i quote, "Barnaby does all the Dirty work if Wally is an Impostor- Anything to help his little Buddy out...". anything to help his little buddy out, huh? like, it's been stated that Barnaby knows things about Wally that no one else does. and it's been mildly implied that he's fairly protective of Wally. and we all know that Wally is getting into some deep shit, and whether he means to or not he's likely gonna fuck everything up for everyone. it's not that big of a leap to speculate that Barnaby might do something drastic/horrible/regret-worthy in Wally's name / for his sake.

2. something terrible is going to happen to Barnaby / directly related to Barnaby, and he's going to be absolutely powerless to do anything about it. though i think that's kind of a given... yeah this section is pretty self explanatory

3. Barnaby is going to go missing. because what used to be on milk cartons? Missing Posters! yes yes i know this one is even more of a reach, since milk cartons didnt have missing posters on them till the 80s, but yk. it's a Thought.

my second thought was "oh ok so when the carton spills, it's curtains for Barnaby." this part of the theory is just me being paranoid that Barnaby is going to wind up kicking the bucket - though i suppose if that were the case, there would be a bucket, not milk. well, if a bucket ever appears, i'm going to start prematurely mourning. Still!

the point is - at some point, that milk is probably gonna spill. it may be just a detail as things get better Worse, or it could be indicative of something terrible happening to / because of Barnaby. the milk spills, Panic Time.

Milk Theory.

[caramelcleopatraa]

vi. SUIT & TIE

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content: Mafia!Roman Reigns x Designer!Reader, suggestive themes, 18+

Your outfit for today 

It was a surprisingly quiet Saturday morning. Today your shop was closed, but your staff was still working tirelessly to finish the influx of custom orders. This was no uncommon flux however, it was that time of the year. La Mesa Alta’s annual ball was right around the corner, and people were coming to you so that they could scrounge together some outfits. You’ve been on your feet for a while, cutting at different types of fabric, sewing, perfecting, and repeating. This would be a vicious cycle, but you loved creating too much to be burdened by the workload and demand requested of you and your staff. If anything, that demand made you work harder.

A busy 4 hours later, you finally get the chance to sit down. It’s been a day already, and it's only noon. You were a little concerned that Mercedes didnt get back to you at 10, but you knew she would call you back at some point in the day. You open your laptop, and see a notification at the top from a name you didn't expect. 

! 1 Gmail Notification from dearrawashington@gmail.com

‘I know you’re fucking lying’

“Umm Gio! Mads! Here… and quickly!” They hurry quickly to your side and look at your computer. “What is i- what the fuck is that?” Gio says, pointing at the notification in the top right corner. Madison folds her arms across her chest and sits in her hip, rolling her eyes “I know that’s not who I think it is.” You hear Gio sigh and add on, “This bitch.”

“Calm down with the ad libs alright? Who is this girl anyway? I didn't know anything about her until she came into my shop.” You felt like you were missing out on some important information. Everyone knew about this girl except for you, and you know everyone. Usually. “Oh, I forgot, you weren't out here when she was acting a damn fool.” ‘Excuse me?’

“When was this?” You sit back in the swivel chair, looking at Gio. “While you had your appointment with Roman. She was looking through the clothes saying that her friend JT could make one design better than your entire rack.” ‘THE FUCK?!’ 

You didn’t stand for disrespect. Both of them knew that. So they knew that this wasn't gonna slide by you. “Lemme see what this email is about,” you say, typing in your password and opening up your Gmail. You were in no way excited nor looking forward to anything that this email was going to say.

Good Morning Ms. Semele,

Hello, I hope I'm not bothering you.

‘You are.’

I admired your shop and your staff so much! Working at your shop seems like such an honor.

‘This fake ass bitch.’

I was wondering how I can apply for a job there. I would like to work closer with the best fashion designers in the east coast, and you are deserving of the title.

‘Whaaaaaaat?!’

Please email me back at dearrawashington@gmail.com

~ With love, De’arra Washington

It was dead silent for the next minute and a half. She talks shit about your shop and then wants paid employment here the next day? You had seen all of it. ‘Maybe this can be helpful?’ With this influx of orders, you had been putting your staff through overtime. Maybe one more person could lighten the load for them. You didn't like the idea of her working at your shop based on what you had heard, but if she was offering help, you were going to give her a chance. You clicked the three dots and selected reply and typed a short response.

Hello,

Thank you. Much appreciated. Could you send in a resume please, so that I can look at your work experience?

~ Y/N Semele

“What the hell are you doing?” Madison looks at you with wide eyes. “Calm down, I don't plan to employ her, I just want to see if she’s any good. I already have another person who wants to work here that has a good resume.”

RING RING

Your phone buzzes loud against the counter and an unknown number displays at the top. You pick up the phone to hear a voice you had been waiting to hear all morning. 

“Hello?”

“Hey, it's Mercedes. I’m calling from my personal phone.” Fucking finally. “What happened to 10am?” She chuckled to herself and replied, “Got busy. Do you want the information or not?” “I paid good money, didn't I?” She sighs and says, “Fair.” I settled into the chair and put the phone on speaker. You told Madison to tell the other employees to take their lunch break while you three listened to Mercedes give a rundown on De’arra. She joins back with you and Gio and you tell Mercedes that you're ready.

“Alright. De’arra Washington, daughter of Kenan Johnson. He was one of the richest thiefs in the west coast. Specifically in California and Oregon. He stole everything from pencils to old paintings to jewelry. He was on the run for a while, so he fled to Florida and started his own family business and made that into a family mafia. Here in Florida, he met up with a prostitute and turned her into a housewife and had a baby girl while orchestrating robberies from the comfort of his home. De’arra is all kinds of spoiled. Barely got her high school diploma, and her father bribed the president of Howard University so she could study there. Got into a lot of trouble up there stealing shit.. Who would've guessed. And daddy was there to save her. After 2 years, she decided she didn’t want the college life and desired wealth, like her father and moved back to Florida. Speaking of Kenan, he's been eyeing Roman since he moved down here. That’s probably why De'arra is hanging onto him like a lost child. If I knew anything from my years in this business, I'd guess that they are the family trying to challenge Roman, or disassemble the Anoa’i family.”

“So you’re telling me that I'm dealing with a girl with a case of sticky fingers?” She laughs lightly and says, “Basically.”

! 1 Gmail Notification from dearrawashington@gmail.com

This must be the resume.

Of course! Here is my resume 

resume.pdf

~ With love, De’arra Washington

“Is she emailing you?” Mercedes asks, her tone laced with confusion, understandable though. “Yeah, I'm gonna see what she can do or if she can help me out here at the shop.”

“I've seen her resume before, it's forged. She’s only worked at minimum wage jobs. So anything that has to do with corporate jobs and fashion design is fake as fuck.” ‘What the hell is going on here?!’

“You still gonna give her a chance?” Gio says, reading the fake resume. “She’s not getting a chance, but I'm still gonna let her do a training session today so I can see what she is about.”

2:30 pm

You emailed her back and told her to come here at 2:30 pm to do a training session, which would technically be more like orientation. Both Gio and Madison knew that this could go sideways quickly if she tries something, but they also knew that you weren’t dumb. You knew how to handle yourself in bad situations. And you didn’t let anyone push you around. A red corvette sped across the huge display windows and disappeared into the parking lot on the side of the building. You took a deep breath to prepare yourself for the foolery you were going to face today. You fixed up your desk space and closed the file filled with De’arra’s personal information. 

 You heard the door open and saw two people walking in. “Ms. Semele?” You give her a polite smile and depart from your desk to shake her hand. There she was, wearing a pink crop top stopping right below her breasts and dark ripped jeans with pink butterfly strappy heels. She was hand in hand with someone you didn't know you would see today. 

“Hey Ms. Expert.” 

That made you genuinely smile. “Didn’t think I'd see you here again. Helping out the missus?” He smiles at you and slowly licks his lips, eyes drifting up and down your body. His eyes found yours and he focused all of his attention on you. “Yeah, I said I was gonna take care of her, and imma do just that.” De’arra gushes and latches onto his arm, but he doesn't budge; he keeps his eyes on you, smirking at you, adding the cherry on top. ‘Was he saying that to me?’ You briefly remember the last time you two spoke in person, and it seems like he was going to make good on his words. 

“Oh good, you're here, you can put your stuff in the faculty room. That ok Y/N?” Gio says walking in from the factory downstairs. “Yeah that’s fine. I need to talk with Roman anyways,” You reply, and Gio gives you a simple head nod. “What do you need to talk to him for?” You look at De’arra and she is already sizing you up. You laughed to yourself. There’s no way she’s really trying to pull these strings right now. “About La Mesa Alta’s annual ball.” You kept it short and sweet. Of course, that's not what you guys were actually going to talk about, but you needed to get her off your back. “Well my family is going to be added to La Mesa Alta too, so I should be a part of this conversation,” De’arra demands. “The only thing you should be a part of is your training session. Give me a second i'll be right there,” You fired back, shutting down her request. He trails behind you, but doesnt get far, due to De’arra’s small hand latching onto his wrist.

“You guys can just talk out here-”

“Hell no.” You were getting sick of this back and forth already. “Well why the hell not?” 

“Because it’s a private conversation about mafia business.” You could feel that she was already catching an attitude. “Well what type of mafia business involves you being in a room with him alone?” ‘This bitch..’ You turned around for the final time, and your face couldn’t hide the fact that you were fed the hell up. “The type of mafia business that doesn't involve you. Come on Roman.” He follows you into the room and closes the door. 

You wipe your hands across your face and catch him looking at you with a sly smirk. “Don’t look at me like that.” He walks closer to you and takes his hand in yours and holds it above your head, twirling you to face away from him. He wraps his arms around your waist from behind. You close your eyes and melt into his touch. You forgot how much you liked his touch. “That was so sexy.” His breath gave you tingles as he talked into the crook of your neck. “You missed me baby?” While he was luring you with his voice, his hands sneakily dipped into the waistband of your sweats. You turned your head to look at him and gently grab his chin. Your eyes shift from his eyes to his lips, and you lean in to kiss him, but his fingers teasing your folds stop you. “I didn't hear an answer.” He was already making you melt, and you were loving every single second of it. “Y-yes baby I missed you.” He was teasing you, getting close to your lips and then pulling away while rubbing at your sensitive clit. You couldn't stand it. You pull his chin closer to you, trying your hardest to kiss him, but he keeps pulling away still.

“Please baby, kiss me.” You wanted to feel his lips on yours so badly. Without warning his right hand clasps around your neck and finally attaches his lips to yours. His left hand was hard at work, pinching and applying pressure to your clit, while both of your tongues are fighting for dominance. You grind your hips against his hand, giving up on dominance for the time being and letting him take over. He takes his hands off of your neck to tug your tube top down to your waist, freeing your breasts. You moan into his mouth, feeling his warm hands grab at your breasts and the pressure building up between your legs. “Fuck baby that feels so goo-”

BANG BANG BANG

“De’arra decided she doesn't want to do her training session. She’s going to file a complaint to La Mesa Alta to have your shop shut down.”

‘Are you fucking serious?’

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scary girl analysis !

something something the most clearly gimmicky gen 4 character we know. as your resident pahkitew island apologist, i dont care. it actually took me a bit to warm up to her and i figured id talk abt why that is

so her main thing is being creepy and sadistic for the sake of jokes. its not serious.. mostly. she does prove to actually be down to hurt others (such as when she got a hold of a jackhammer). but what about an instance where she wanted to hurt someone for actual reasons? when was that?

that was when priya went up to her to compliment her on doing a good job on the previous challenge. priya says that shes surprised by scary girl having done a good job.

scary girls response?

a very defensive "oh, it surprised you that i was good? cuz you thought id do bad?"

and thats the thesis of this post

scary girl is very insecure

backing up for a moment, in ep 2 when the teams were on ships and attacking each other, she was the one who came up with the idea of sinking the other teams ship as an idea on what to do when they were out of ammo (? iirc). but no one else heard that, just zee

then in ep 3, ripper makes her go last in the relay race thing bc he didnt want her to "blow things" for the team. she reacts by trying to bite his finger. not with a funny creepy smile, but with genuine anger to her literal bite. and then during that challenge, she infamously grabs a bear by the arm and starts beating it up while saying "thats what you get for growling at me!!!". once shes done, she goes "byeee" and goes on like nothing happened. proving that if someone wrongs her, she can easily let it go.. so long as she gets to do something back. remember this for later

and here we come back to her interaction with priya. so far, scary girl has proven herself to be a pretty alright player and she herself knows that. so the notion of someone being SURPRISED she did well?? does not sit well with her at all. but the way that she harps on the wording, even before zee steps in to make it worse, is what gets to me. it just really adds an extra layer to her character that, well. ironically surprised me! for someone who always seems to be in her own world, so unconventional, so ill-fitting with everyone else to also be insecure in some capacity?

anyway she tries to hurt priya with a spoon but gets interrupted. later on, priya is still thinking abt their encounter and feels bad so she tries to make it up to scary girl by flattering her. namely by saying that scary girls question was smart.. and priya being her awkward self, only dug herself in a hole by making it seem like that was a smart question by scary girls standards

scary girl is speechless. baffled. mad beyond words

it should be noted that scary girl looked offended when priya even started speaking. meaning that she also did not forget about their conversation that morning. she REALLY took it to heart. applying the bear logic here, had scary girl hurt her with the spoon earlier, would she be less mad? would she had considered each other even? and in that case, would this comment go over better or would it had simply restarted her need for revenge?

well. they dont interact for the rest of the episode up until the very end. after ripper used priya as a human shield, obviously injuring her

scary girl tells her that rippers a jerk and that priya didnt deserve that. so she'll be voting to get ripper out. and calls priya her "friend".

(her face and tone makes me a bit suspicious if this was genuine. but thats probably just her being her offputting self so i'll ignore it.) ok so by scary girl logic, priya deserved to have SOMETHING bad coming her way after what she said to her.

but not this.

scary girl, who came here to "make friends and watch them get really hurt", was not okay with what ripper did to priya. perhaps she thinks that only she could be allowed to hurt priya to balance things out? personally giving priya her karma, perhaps?

but now she considers priya a "friend". who likely wants to see her get hurt. but in the fun way that scary girl likely sees most other contestants as, possibly? idk.

anyway after all of that, we can see just how insecure scary girl can get over unintentionally awkward phrasing. just how deeply it hurts her feelings to be underestimated like that

season 2 spoilers ahead !!!

in season 2, we see even less of her. but there is SO much to work with

normal girl is so fascinating to me

by the time s2 starts, scary girl already has an all new look. shes trying to be "normal"

she admits in her confessional that some ppl thought she was too scary in the first season so thats why she changed her appearance and her everything. who were these ppl?

other than a dog as a joke, online forums, showing an interesting glimpse into the in-universe ""real world"" stepping into total drama. perhaps also a meta joke on the fandoms response to her but who knows. imagine unabashedly being yourself on tv and everyone is telling you to change. you are 16 and likely going through a weird phase. feeling a lot of heightened emotions already and ""knowing"" that this is who you are (at the moment). and if its not a phase? still 16 on international television getting lambasted by millions

and last but not least, her MOM??? her own mother. that just raises more questions abt how scary girl was before getting on td. was she NOT like this before? was she playing it up for the cameras? or did she just go unhinged without parental supervision? in any case the fact is that even her own mom wasnt okay with what makes her happy and how she presented herself.

so scary girls solution? to try her best to suppress anything that made her unique. to try to adhere to "societal norms", in her own words.

we dont see much of her in this ep other than her commenting on how shes normal and totally did not want to see someone get hurt. shes clearly struggling so bad. she knows that apparently what she likes isnt "right", therefore the opposite must be true, right?

she is simultaneously so immediately different that the others didnt even recognize her at first. yet still so "scary" that she cant fit in. she just doesnt know how no matter how hard she tries. if she were to stay longer, what can she do? this game is not only abt your skills in the challenges its also a social thing. how long until she snapped and went back to her old ways?

and then we get to the campfire ceremony. chef is about to call out whatever it was the she did wrong that day, but she interrupts him with a simple "no."

she cannot fathom being sent home, at least not this early. bc shes normal! she is sooo normal and she tried SO HARD to be normal! she read normal books and normal movies and studied normal people. she even taught herself to smile in a more acceptable way, which is so autistic coded to me. so she deserves to stay longer.

(getting flashbacks to my topher psychoanalysis and his entitlement being both a tragedy and his self-imposed downfall)

..but she studied "normal people" in her own not-normal way. while they werent looking. while they were sleeping. while they had no idea she was there.

so she got booted out for that. and she cannot believe it.

when she says that she "didnt even try to hurt anyone this time", she is mad. that was her ""fun"" and she managed to control it 100% only to get eliminated??? shes fed up!

but when she talks about how she taught herself how to smile in a "less-creepy" way?

she softens up and looks genuinely hurt.

she tried so hard. she saw all those horrible comments from people judging her based on like 5 episodes on a reality show. her own mother didnt accept her. her insecurity won and she aimed to change and repress everything that made her unique

and it still wasnt enough

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HERE YE ALL HIGH ROLLER'S HIGH ROLLER FANS

so for like, the 2 people paying attention to me talking about my "secret project" on my main blog, i hope you like the result, because my december project has been...

LOW BALLERS!!!!!!!!!

ive been quietly painting ducks and creating myself a trio of little guys over the last, hm, 2? 3 weeks?

i dont even rember. but ive been planning this for months, i just didnt have time around university to do it til now.

BUT i had so much fun with these. painting ducks is surprisingly fun and it all went really well! i think the only issue is the only hats i could get had a straw texture already applied.

i used silver for details, mostly because i forgot to buy white and i thought id see how silver looked so i could dodge trying to buy more paint at christmas, and it looked good on the first so i stuck with it!

for those curious: i used white racing ducks (means they dont squeak or squish, but i think thats ideal for a painting project) and plastic hats designed for dolls and crafts. and wine bottles toppers, according to the terrible names that these get on amazon. with acrylic paints and superglue to affix the hats down. they aren't waterproof, sorry to the belivers.

heres a turnaround for ya'll too, i added some goofy details like sparkles around the glasses and the hat. its a tragedy i couldnt get metallic paints for the hat.

i think thats all ive got to say, hope everyone else likes my little guys the way i do :3 now on to make more until i have an undefeatable army of them...

more images under the read more!

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Comments:

[Fr like look at the show theyve put aegon on the throne not because he’s rightful but because otto and alicent wants power if they rlly think aegon should be king why didnt they taught him to be one

And now when alicent and otto realized that they have no power over aegon they started to turn their backs on him? Like girl be fr you put him there]

[Also people are OBSESSED with saying Aegon is ‘heir by law’ when Widow’s Law is like right there and the succession is customary, not law as well as the council of 101 not actually passing a law

But a law proposed by a women to protect women will always be overlooked by male tradition 🙄]

[This is facts also why are we adhering the traditions of a misogynist fictional society. I go with what's right. and that's rhaenyra as named heir.]

[Also in a monarchy like the Targ’s the King’s word IS law. Tradition doesn’t matter when the King speaks. The King made her Heir, the Lord’s swore their fealty which makes her the rightful queen]

[I cant when people started to bring up law like tf😭😭😭 yeah Westeros is sexist we get it thats the point of the story]

[While it is true that the monarchy is bad and screws over everyone, Rhaenyra is reacting to bad things that have happened to her. We’re not cheering for her because we think she’s can do no wrong,

We’re cheering for her because she’s standing up for herself and trying to get back at those who wronged her just like so many men in that world and ours have without the same level of backlash]

[Your a baby talking about misogyny, the only counter argument you need is that in every tradition the only thing that matters is the named heir , long live the queen]

[People also cite the succession laws that had been in place for 1000s of years for lords, forgetting those laws don’t apply to the 100 year old iron throne😭😭]

I’m afraid if it weren’t for your posts, I’d be agreeing 😕

Happy to have shown the light of truth 🙏

Essentially this all breaks down to not understanding how people in-universe react to things and inserting modern viewpoints into the show where they have no place.

Like obviously misogyny is bad. But it is so ingrained into medieval society that everyone is a misogynist and acts as such. Every single character and all systems of power are influenced by it. That is why Rhaenyra would have always had issues succeeding her father and why either she and Viserys needed to make moves to try to preempt that to avoid bloodshed or Viserys should have named another heir. The system is against women, so as long as the king insists on a woman inheriting over a man with no precedent in Westeros to back it up and the king's trueborn sons right there as alternatives, the Blacks would have to take out the Green to secure their rule, and the Greens knew this. This is the crux of the succession issue. Crowing Aegon was the Greens making a move to ensure their survival and then offering terms to the Blacks to try to prevent war if possible (though considering the rivalry between the factions it was inevitable).

Westeros is not an absolute monarchy and monarchs are beholden to the wishes of lords of great houses and the traditions and customs everyone lives by, so no the king's word is not law. Because the Targaryens conquered a people whose traditions and customs existed for thousands of years, they learned they have to shape their rule to accommodate them to avoid dissent (see for example the uprising of the Faith under Aenys I as well as Aegon I deciding on how he would shape rule of the Seven Kingdoms from the Iron Throne).

Unfortunately the adaptation has failed fans unfamiliar with all of this in how they present a one-sided morality tale when there was none in the original story. Complexity and in-universe considerations have been largely lost in favor of shaping the show into a specific image they want it to be.

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i just don't understand why you guys are so adamant to think jimin is a liar and just simply not listen to him. jimin has never shyed from the truth and even if there are times where he tries to be subtle he makes it still glaringly obvious. im convinced majority of you just didnt watch the documentary and just watched the jikook cut because otherwise you would see how jimin came up with the lyrics what he said about the lyrics and meaning and why he chose jungkook to do it. never once did he even slighty imply it was a romantic love song for a secret partner. jungkook is the vocal model all members use. he is the member all members go to if they want vocal backing. he's done it with yoongi, jhope and now jimin and not to mention the group itself😭 and it's not letter ft jungkook it's letter by jimin. full stop. jk has credit of backup vocals just like namjoon has writing credits there is no difference. the least you all can do is respect jimins music and not just see and hear what you want to fulfill your shipping narrative.

Aht aht aht aht

I'll stop you right there.

I don't care bout all you said from paragraph one - I mean if it don't apply i let it fly. Find whomever is giving you the said headache and take it up with them but I won't let you conflate the credits of these men.

There is a difference between JK being credited as background vocals and Namjoon being credited as writer. No it's not the same thing. They both contributing their unique strengths to his project.

A singer is not a writer. Not all who sing CAN WRITE and not all who write CAN SING.

You do not have to take away from the art of an artist just because crediting one of those artists makes you uncomfortable.

Like you said, JK is credited as background vocals.

Why can't you leave it at that and be okay with the fact people celebrate that? We will celebrate that whether you like it or not. Will do🙂

You can't be this peeved that people want to celebrate that. You can't be. That's so messed up arguing the degree of importance- if it wasn't at all important to JM he could have skipped having Jungkook on. You not the least bit curious why he bothered with Kook on his song to begin with??

Messes with your head don't it???

Whether his contribution is to you minimal or not he's on there.

There's nothing wrong with acknowledging that FACT. And if you can acknowledge THAT FACT THEN WE HAVE NOTHING TO ARGUE ABOUT.

JUNGKOOK IS ON THERE. WHETHER YOU CALL IT A DUET OR A SING SONG- LIKE SHAKESPEARE SAYS, WHATS IN A NAME.

A ROSE BY ANY OTHER NAME IS SWEET.

WE DONT CARE WHATEVER YOU CHOOSE TO CALL LETTERS- WE GOOD AS LONG AS JUNGKOOK IS THERE🙂

WE ARE NOT ANAL. WE ARE NOT STUCK ON CALLING IT A DUET OR SYMPHONY. THAT'S YALL CRAZY PSYCHOS' TERRIAN BUT ARGUE THAT WITH YOUR MAMAS AND LEAVE US ALONE.

Yall solos sound the same whether it's Tae solos or BTS antis. I recall this same debate over Jimin's part in Angel pt 1 with some saying its irrelevant because it's 5 seconds.

Then they argued Jimin didn't deserve writing credits for his "sick and tired but I don't wanna mess up" in BTS' disease.

If he appeared 5 seconds in a movie yall will call him an actor worth nominating for Oscars

If Jimin did Bg vocals for any one especially if it were a song this good and if it trended on the charts at number one yall would be doing back flips so kindly SIT SOMEWHERE AND LET US JIMIN JIKOOK STANS HAVE OUR TIME.

We have yalls digits. We know how yall operate. You are the same. So please just fuck off these Jikook spaces and do this toxic shit in your own spaces WE DO NOT WANT TO COMMUNITY WITH YOU😩😹

WHY WONT YOU JUST GO AWAY

Downplaying Jungkook when if it were your faves you'd be rejoicing

The disrespect 😤

The Tuktukkers syndrome yall have😹

One and the same brain cell I swear.

What else did you say...... oh right-

Everyone goes to Jungkook for backing because

Wait for it

A. HE IS A VOCAL KING AND VOICE LEADER OF THE GROUP

B. HE IS A GOOD TALENTED SINGER AND HE HAS A SWEET VOICE TOO

C. HE HAS SOCIAL CURRENCY AND CLOUT

D. HE'S JUNGKOOK

But Jimin went to Kook for letter because

A. KOOKS VOICE WORKS SO WELL WITH HIS

B. LETTER CARRIES MEANING TO HIM

C. ADDING JUNGKOOK'S VOICE WOULD NOT DETRACT FROM IT'S MEANINGFULNESS TO HIM AND WHOMEVER THE SONG IS MADE FOR- WHICH IS NOT YOU.

D. HE DID NOT INTEND THE SONG FOR HIS SOLOS

So even if you believe with your whole chest that the song is for his fans, ITS FOR A SPECIFIC SET OF FANS WHO WOULD APPRECIATE WHAT HE TRIED TO DO WITH THE SONG- AND TRUST WE DO

ITS NOT FOR YOU KIMBERLY

Read my lips

Or hands

LETTERS IS NOT A LETTER TO YALL TOXIC SOLOS SO YOU CAN SKIP THIS ONE LEAVE IT FOR US YALL DONT WANT IT SAY THAT AND GO😹

You know you hate it SAY that to Jimin and go. Tell him you hate Letter because he dared to involve his Jeon Jungkook. Your problem is with him not US you just have a weird inarticulate cognitive dissonance that's preventing you from admitting that.

It's one thing to call out jokers making a song made by jimin and Jimin alone about Jungkook but to come out here with convoluted think peices about the degree of importance attached to a members participation on his song is sad and pathetic.

Fighting for a song yall not even included in😹😹😹

JUNGKOOK IS YOUR IDOLS IDOL HONEY

Best to believe that.

Wipe your tears with the back of your hands I'm out of tissues

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Starlight, Starshine; Missing In Action

Guys can you tell I'm bad at making up title names yet

Because I SUCK at coming up with titles author is still insecure ab their writing short one this time well theyre all short one shots but yk not beta/proof read author is eepy

Author swaps between writing on mobile and on computer so

Yeah

Summary: Sun and Moon miss you! You haven't been coming to work lately! Be it illness or injury, they're worried about your wellbeing!

Notes/CWs: no real CWs I think, at least none I can think of, readers reason for being MIA is vague and non descriptive, story mostly shows Sun and Moons side of things, au where nothing goes wrong because I just want the glamrocks + sun/moon to be happy, Sun is sad and Moon is worried, ends on a positive note, little to no dialogue (mix of a stylistic thing and also admin still sucks at dialogue(

sun would be lying if he didnt notice your absence immediately. the same could be applied to moon. it was... weird. they were so used to working alone, just the two of them in their shared body in the daycare before you had arrived, but...

without you there giving them an extra set of hands and a pair of eyes, things seemed duller. sure, they still got their job done just fine, the kids were still taken care of, but they had to admit that their worry was putting a damper on them.

first it was just one day, then two, then three. what was once manageable became unbearable. even the children began to notice that sun seemed to drag his feet just a little and snap his head at any sound coming from the slide to the daycare. moon, on the other hand, seemed to wander about more than usual while they slept, according to the children who had trouble sleeping during naptime.

things came to a head on the night of the third day, after everyone had gone home. things were so quiet, yet so loud.

no one was telling them anything, even after they had managed to talk to a few of the remaining human staff members, but they didnt do anything to give the animatronic relief.

were you sick? hurt? fired?

did you die?

immediately moon shut down the idea as soon as it occured; of course something so horrible hasnt happened!

but still, on the fourth day you didnt turn up, and for a fleeting moment, moon had revisited that idea.

no, you were still here, hed reassure himself and sun

the children, at least the ones who were regulars, began to ask about you before naptime that day. no answer moon could give seemed to satisfy them, just as the growing anxiety wracked through them at the end of the day.

it was early on the fifth day, before the daycare had opened. not a single person in sight, save for sun; who had resigned himself to perching himself on his balcony, not quite trying to pinpoint anything in his line of sight.

then suddenly, the sound of someone setting themselves down at the top of the slide ripped through the quiet air. sun spun his head around, just in time to see an employee be engulfed by the ball pit at the end.

sun didnt even do his signature dive before plunging himself into the pit below, and crawled along the floor of it.

just as you broke the surface of the pit, and brought your eyes to look up and adjust to the bright lights above, sun made his presence known as soon as you made you revealed yourself.

in the form of a tight hug. his rays sound rapidly around his head, the tips just slightly brushing against your skin. he pulled you out of the pile of plastic, doing a little twirl before walking towards the bridge and placing you down on solid ground.. a hand firmly placed on your shoulder, the other, almost resting itself on your cheek before finding its place on your other shoulder. in an instant, sun unloaded into a long string of questions

where were you?

were you okay?

what happened?

are you hurt? sick? are you still recovering?

and before he could stop himself he went into a small tirade of how worried he and moon were

they started messing up their job!

the kids started to notice!

they couldnt relax at all the entire time you were gone!

not that they wanted you to feel bad for not being there, it's not like you asked to be away.. it's just,

they were so happy you were back, and okay!

the entire time, suns rays moved; clicking nervously and retreating slightly back into his head while he talked about his and moons fears; and in a fast whirl when he expressed his joy over your return

he just kept on going, and going, and going. two minutes turned to five then began to drag on.

"I'm here, I'm not going anywhere," you said suddenly, before clasping your hands over his, which were still attatched to your shoulders. you removed them, and carefully intertwined your fingers between his.

"Promise," you added

his rays went still, his head lowering to your hands. a simple nod, and that was that. silence

silence that was short lived, as the daycare was due to open, with people steadily streaming in.

as the children arrived and squealed at your return, things began to feel right again.

yeah

things were going to be just fine..

[trenchgardens-ooc-ooc-ooc-ooc]

god ok so you guys know how we're Ragebound? specidically Knight of Rage? (still attached to maid of rage(stimmy name, cute outfit) but i genuinely think knight fits more)

and you know how my short term and working memories are SHOT to hell?

[externalization, REALLY long]

as a manifestation - er. byproduct i guess of ky alxithymedisf fuck- Alixithymia . well thats closer at least...- anyway- its super hard for me to think if i Dont write things down, its why talking verbally is so hard for me.

its like other peoples working memory is a meandering stream where they see their thoughts slowly drifting by before leaving their view some ways down the flow, and mjne is a waterfall. so if i dont. put my words on paper as i think them, ill have forgotten what i was saying, maybe During the thought that i am speaking.

this applies to my inner life as well. not in a system way speciricqlly but not Not in a system way.

like. my emotional state is so hidden in the fog of mist around the rapid water, so obfuscated by the coping mechanism of dissociation that i adapted so that i could Survive, anf the mist of my damaged brain, that i just. kind of. dont remember how i feel if i dont specirically seek it out and write it down.

and even then my thoughts are very baseline.

its why i talk so much about my inner experiences. if i dont, i wont know them. not for long.

its like i have a 2dimensional view of my 3d emotions. like im a Flatlander from Flatland seeing a person Bisect my reality, but i cant tbink in video, only pictures.

if i start writing down the pictures i see, tbe emotional states i experience moment to moment before they pass the event horizon and their existanxe, to me, is enshrouded by fog, then. i start recording thoae crossections, and i can start to peice together an image of my 3d thoughts and feelings, with my 2d eyes.

one of my few saving graces is that i am, aparently, really smart, thoughtful, whatever. i scored a 156 on IQ a long time ago, and, if you account for yhe problems caused by my memory, i still have that score. IQ is a Very limited picture of intelligence, but it is a Real form of it. this and i aparently think much more critically than my fellow students at the very least.

i was what youd call a gifted kid burnout. i could skate by on little to no effort in lower school, and i never learned a self discipline because of it. im super super fucking bad at resisting my own needs. my willpower regarding things is weak, i think its cause of my fatigue. my Baselime is their exhausted. their peak. and everyone is less able to resist their urge to aleep when they have the flu.

because of all of this whatever, i still, aparently, am very good at . well. getting good grades on tests that i forgot about and didnt study for.

anyway...

isnt it kind of. really Rage aspect pilled that I am . so predisposed against . like. being an internal, private person?

like. if i dont say what im thinking, i will forget it, isnt that Really Rage? to like Be translucent in my thoughts reasoning and actions in ways other people just. arent [predisposed | forced] to be?

thats not saying i Cant lie. i can. we actually. used to be a compulsive liar, and its only through a lot of therapy that ive gotten this much better.

its just something neat...

[cmiyczine]

I, personally, really appreciate the time you're taking to write emails. I think that's an incredibly kind thing to do, and coming from someone who doesn't think they necessarily hold their own against other great artists here on tumblr, it's actually very encouraging. Knowing that someone has taken the time to look at my work no matter what is the kind of thing that will motivate me to apply to similar zines in the future, even if I don't necessarily assume I'm technically 'good' enough for them. So thank you. For taking the time. It's genuinely a very nice thing to do.

While I also respect anon's point about time management, the key is that you've been very transparent so far. You reply to asks and communicate to everyone following you; and I think that also speaks to your character.

Thank you very much for your message. This is exactly the reason why I want the emails to be personalized. The technical proficiency of the artists that have applied varies wildly, but I want everyone to understand one crucial thing. It does not matter. Art isnt better because you know how to render light more realistically than someone else. Art is about the meaning you inbue in it. Stickmen drawings can have a stronger impact than a professional painting because the artist has put their soul in it, and it reaches us and transforms us. Some of my favourite pictures were drawn by people who only draw as a hobby. This is my policy in art and it will never change. As long as you take a pencil, you are an artist. You might think your art is ugly because you dontk know how to draw back muscles, but somebody can reach tears because they get the meaning of your drawing on a level so profound even you didnt expect it. All artists are equal, there is no stupid ass hierarchy, every art is valuable, from stickmen drawing to paintings that took years to finish. If you are a beginner artist, do NOT give up because you think you arent good enoigh. Because guess what ? to someone on this earth, you might be good enough, you might even be an already fantastic artist. You have stories to tell that are completely unique, and you should tell them. People who say that everything has already been said are STUPID. Because the way you express it is what makes it singular and intriguing.

This is what AI tech bros will never understand. This is why Ai images have no future. The soul of the artist is felt in every trait, each stroke is deliberate for the sake of a specific emotion to invoke, and is absolutely unique, no matter how many people have done this before, because you have done this in your name, and in your own way, which will forever remain singular and personal. Your art has value, wether it is a doodle youre making during a telephone call or a very technical commission. There is no hierarchy in art, there is no artist that is better than someone else. There are only artists who have found a voice so unique that it resonate with more people than yours might. And it shouldnt deter you from drawing and telling the stories you want to tell. Elephants have painted. Monkeys and dogs have painted, People without arms or feet have painted. Anyone can do it.

In the 13th century, a kid name Onfim In what is now Novgorod, Russia drew sketches on his homework on bark tree that has been preserved to this day. Today, people have some his art tattoed on their bodies. People share it still, people still laugh at the way Onfim has stylized the human figure.

You can be someone's Onfim.

[etherealspacejelly]

Do you have a favourite thing you’ve ever drawn?

Do you have a favourite quote?

What’s one sport that makes you roll your eyes?

Favourite fic trope to write?

Do you wear nail polish?

What’s a quote or poem that is constantly stuck in your head?

Do you have a pair of comfort shoes?

Plain mugs or mugs with pictures/words on them?

<333

ooo yay!

i think my favourite thing ive ever drawn was this animal skull i drew in art class back in high school. i kept it in the front pocket of my art folder so i could see it all the time because i was super proud of it. i dont have a picture of it unfortunately otherwise i would show you

oh god how to pick just one. i think everything freddie mercury ever said is my favourite quote. the man had so many bangers. if i had to pick just one it would be "ill fucking do it darling". because he did do it. it was difficult and it was painful but he fucking did it, and he created my favourite song of all time in doing so. what a legend

this one is easy. american football. first of all, how are you going to have the Audacity to steal the name of the most popular sport of all time, and apply it to something that hardly even uses the feet??? everyone else in the world calls the same game football but you just had to be special didnt you. the rules dont make any sense, its way too complicated, and no one outside of america even gives a shit about it. sorry guys but you're gonna have to take the L on this one

hmm. i havent written that many fics yet. idk if it counts as a trope but i just love writing cuddle fics. probably because so many of my favourite characters are fucking touch starved as shit lmao. i want to give them the attention they deserve.

i have worn nail polish on occasion! i think its fun and it looks cool. however, i dont pass as it is, and nail polish really doesnt help matters. perhaps when im further along in my transition ill bring it back

idk if i have a poem thats always stuck in my head necessarily. i dont read poetry very much. but i can still recite the vast majority of london by william blake from when i studied it in english gcse lol. sometimes i do just for funsies

my brown trainers! they're basically the only shoes i wear these days. they're comfortable and cute and they go with most of my outfits.

i have many mugs, all of which have pictures or words on them. my favourite mug at the moment is my undertale mug, it has all the characters on it and the fight, act, item, and mercy boxes. my little sister got it for me :)

[sleepii-moth]

ok so ive had this outer wilds playlist i made sitting there for a while and wanna share it but i feel compelled to explain every song so here i go- might add more to this if i find anything that fits but this is all for now :)

island song- i like to think about this as sort of hal and hatchling's friendship when they were kids

everything stays- this one is very solanum and the rest of the nomai- something about the way so many nomai settlements changed through time but also didnt, in a way theyre still the same as they were all those years ago just frozen in time

echoes of the eye, travelers encore, last dream of home, outer wilds reprise- these are just outer wilds songs i like

still feel- very much hatchling at the beginning of the time loop to me- the thrill of dying but still being alive. searching for answers with reckless abandon and excitement

ends of the earth- this one makes me think about hatchling trying to get gabbro to go with them around the solar system and reciprocate that desire for discovery and exploration

until the night turns- literally a song about the world ending.. i think thats all this is to me djfnsjfn

frozen pines- reminds me a lot of the hearthians and their relation to the nomai + some bits that make me think of the time loop in there

way out there- this is mostly just hatchling in the time loop to me

no matter what- i feel kinda silly putting an su song in here but whatever. you can think of this as hatchling and gabbro, or if you wanna be sad it can be hal and hatchling before the time loop :)

somewhere out there- this one makes me think a lot about the nomai's search for the eye + the hearthians relation to it and how hatchling got to the eye because of the nomai

twenty long years- VERY hatchling in the time loop- the way its presented also makes me think of it from an everyone lives au perspective and how the time loop affected them, its also got some campfire song vibes so i like to think of it as something hatchling could sing too :)

the stranger- EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS ONE IS JUST PERFECT FOR THE STRANGERS!!!! the LYRICS the NAME its sooooo outer wilds dlc, its also like the last one in making me think about it as a song hatchling could sing and as something written from their point of view

the night we met- this ones just kinda a little love song i like to apply to ships, my go to for this one is usually thinking about the time buddies singing together and also to make it sadder- them singing together to distract from the fact that one of them is dying before the loop ends, in those scenarios i usually think about it as a hearthian folk song that they both just know the lyrics to

[booktomoviebrawl]

We are not judging how bad the movie is, we are judging which adapted the book the worst. There are good movies that are bad adaptions.

Propaganda below the cut (spoilers may apply)

A Wrinkle in Time:

removed characters (like sandy and dennys for some reason???) and entire scenes (auntie beast is literally mentioned as a throwaway line while tessering instead of them going there after camasotz) also this may be just me but i think charles wallace also being black wouldve brought more to the beginning considering racial discrimination in schools but its not a movie ruiner

it wasnt very faithful to the book. i didnt hate the casting but the acting wasn't great in a way that felt like bad directing. the best way i can put it is it felt less like an adaptation for the book to me and more like a bland Disney Live Acton Sequel. this book series was my favorite as a kid and the movie was decided unmagical. it's hard to state how bad the movie is cuz it was just deeply bland :/

don't like it

Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children:

While Miss Peregrine was one of my favorite books as a kid and incredibly unique in the way the story is written (The author basically took a box of weird antique photographs and created an underlying story behind a handful of them) the movie is incredibly boring. Like seriously I can't remember a single goddamn thing about the movie besides my extreme disappointment with it after leaving the theatres. It's probably because the original is a trilogy but they didn't want to make it a trilogy for the movie so they just scrapped the ending of the first book and rewrote a shitty climax where they threw snowballs at the nightmare child eating creatures or something. I remember THAT scene perfectly because it was so, so dumb. It was so stupid oh my God- ALSO, thank God I have a copy of the book from before the film came out because new copies don't have one of the photographs that the actual book uses as a base anymore and instead have the shitty movie poster! We truly do live in a society.

Changed way too much so it doesn't feel like the same thing. The main characters are these kids with different abilities (called peculiarities) and the movie switches around their powers and changes almost everyone's age. Emma and Olive switch powers so that Emma now floats (they also added that she can kind of control air to some extent) when she's supposed to have fire powers to match her fiery personality. Olive can make fire now and she's also aged up from an eight year old to a teenager and put her in this weird romance with Enoch. Enoch is also aged up from a grumpy thirteen year old to around the same age as Olive. Bronwyn, one of the older kids in the book and sort of a motherly figure to the younger kids, is now one of the youngest kids. Hugh and Fiona are aged down and basically have no interaction at all in the movie, even when their book counterparts had such a good relationship. The only one they didn't really change was Horace and Jacob. They also added these gorgon twins that do like two things. The antagonist in the movie is Mr. Barron who honestly isn't super memorable and isn't in the books whatsoever. The ending of the movie is weird too because they manage to turn back time somehow so Jacob's grandfather isn't dead and then he hops through loops so he can be with Emma and the other peculiars. I guess the problem of wights and hollowgasts is magically eliminated and we do not have to deal with the consequences. It took six books to fix everything. I appreciate that the movie engaged me enough to read the series but once I did, I could not believe they did my kids that dirty.

Yikes where to start. The 3 girl characters are all mixed up. There are 2 teens, one who's super strong and has a brother (I'll get back to him) and one who controls fire and is the love interest named Emma. The third girl is a child called Olive who floats. She's lighter than air.

In the movie, strong girl is the child, olive is now the fire girl and is for some reason super introverted, and Emma the love interest floats and gets given a super breath??? Power?? Like she rises a sunken ship by blowing in and keeps a man blown against a wall by blowing air at him. He makes a remark that she'll run out of breath eventually, which happens here because plot convenience, but not when she's blowing in the sunken ship.

The enemies in the book are terrifying Hollows. Creatures who have lost themselves and devour souls of those with powers... The movie decides they eat eyes now. And turn human again. And get busted up in a fair for the final act of the movie. Ugh.

The movie also decides randomly that time travelling through the loops is a thing; a loop being a pocket of time that replays the same day over and over. But apparently this means Main Character can travel back in time and stop his grandfather dying??? What?? His grandfathers death is the whole start of the movie and motivation for the character.

The movie undermines many of things that made the book amazing and even decides it's not a trilogy anymore!! Fuck the other 2 books, right?!

Tldr; it is terribly hollywood-ised and t tim Burton ruined a franchise by trying too hard to make it quirky and fun when the books already had a brilliant sombre and interesting tone to them.

[a-non-ymouswriter]

Naturally, I am Very Interested in hearing literally anything about Remix. But aside from that, the titles of "God's Most Faithful Hater" and "My Son is the Final Boss" are very intriguing!

The later because I read that Webtoon (among many others); the former because I love Tommy angst /and/ religious themes in this fandom can be really fun. There's no telling what direction any given person will go for DSMP gods and thus no telling what new (to me) ideas they might have that I could fall completely in love with.

...And after looking up what CYMK is, I think I'm legally obligated to be curious about "Wandering The Border". Dimension hopping my beloved.

I hope that's not too many? I have so much fun with your stories, it's hard to cut it down from "all of them, please!"

i very much understand, there's a reason why i listed only those when i have a few more dusting away on my shelf lmao. BUT LET'S GET INTO THESE THREE!!

gonna cut this bc it's long

God's Most Faithful Hater - A DSMP Fantasy AU Summary -> Tommy Innit is the most devout, religious, faithful follower Ranboo has ever met. It's hard to believe at first, but everyday without fail, Tommy would pray to XD, hold the silver and green x-cross necklace (the symbol of his religion and his god's crest) whenever he got angry or anxious, and would reprimand Tubbo if he ever jokingly swore by XD or Prime's name.

Ranboo thinks it's nice that Tommy was so faithful to his god, it wasn't for him personally but hey, everyone had something they put their faith into.

Only he finds out that his initial thoughts to be very much, untrue. Well, Tommy is faithful. But he has no love for XD and his religion, no.

He has nothing but contempt and hatred for the malicious God that sunk its divinity into his very soul.

Details and Thoughts -> basically xd cursed tommy to be 'faithful' and be his unwilling follower.

i got this inspiration from Tanya the Evil, both the anime and manga. for those who don't know, it's about a man reincarnated as a little girl in fantasy imperial germany during world war 1 because he was agnostic and 'god' decides that the man needs to be faithful and believe in god. it's a cool anime, i suggest you pick it up.

but i only took 'forced to be religious' from the anime and applied it AND angst to tommy in this au. the more original side of it is that tommy is unwillingly immortal and constantly haunted and 'put to the test' by xd.

those tests are very dangerous, and the only way to get out of them? pray to xd, praise xd and such to save him, the unworthy and unwilling.

of course sometimes tommy can pass those 'tests' or other situations without praying to xd, but as time passes, tommy just ends up praying to xd. mostly after his past adopted family nearly died because he didnt pray to xd. that past family? sbi ofc but thats for later down the line.

the shot would be focused in ranboo's pov in the first part. how he and the others are friends with tommy and talking about how surprisingly religious tommy was. unknowing that tommy kept praying every day for their sake, and to stave off xd's malicious actions.

make no mistake, tho tommy prays and praises xd outwardly, he still fucking hates the damn god. and his internal prayers always, always has him damning xd. which both amuses and annoys said god, but somehow tommy's prayers are at least genuine and stuff, enough that he has to keep his word and not fuck shit up for tommy.

i'd say more but, we need to get to the others lmao.

My Son is the Final Boss - DSMP AU Wilbur-centric Summary-> None Yet

Details and Thoughts -> so this one is very unfinished and was back when techno was alive actually. around then i was reading a webtoon called My Daughter's the Final Boss or something- basically it was about a dad whose daughter, as told by title, became the final boss of a world-ending apocalypse.

it starts w the dad having to confront the daughter that he had abandoned in the past, who grew up terribly and abused and turned into an apocalyptic event boss. The Final Boss. and in that confrontation he...

turns his back on his allies and tries to protect his daughter from them. dying as a result.

but of course, the webtoon continues and the dad is time traveled back to BEFORE he sent his daughter away (he had issues and shit and was an asshole really) so he decides that he was gonna prevent every bad thing that happened to him, his daughter, prevent the death of his daughter's mother, etc etc

so yeah basically that, but with wilbur and fundy. i think i was reading a lot of fundy angst and sbi angst when i thought of it while reading.

i might revisit this shot again, but morph it bc im trying to catch up with QSMP and i love tallulah. and recently read a fic of fundy and tallulah being twins and i just love that. wilbur gets to be angsty over TWO children lol but no promises it's only an idea that hasn't even flourished

Wandering the Border - CMYK AU Dimension Hopping Summary -> Yeah this one doesn't have a summary either sorry

Details and Thoughts -> it says so on the tin; dimension hopping cmyk! EXCEPT

all four of them are dimension hopping separately and are constantly meeting each other... in the wrong order. in different spanning dimensions, and each of them hop dimensions in differing ways.

for example:

T̸̢̧̞̯̠̖̱͖̙͚͎̈́͒̅͑̇̋͐̃͒h̷͙̻̖̞̾̇̂̎̊̀̈̌̏͝ě̶͖̖͂̔͗̿̌̒͗̔̚s̷̛̫͙̤̯̬͕̺͂̐̊̓̐͒̂̕͠e̶̻̓̍̀͋͘û̶̲̾̊͒s̸͓̉͊̇̃̆͛̀͘͝͝ aka Tommy Innit- Chaos Demon currently cursed with dimension hopping because he pranked his dimension's Chaos Demoness Goddess Drista. He cannot stay in one dimension long, pain will overtake his body if he stays for more than a week, sometimes more than a few days or even hours. It's randomized whether or not he can stay or withstand the pain of staying. He is the 'youngest' and 'latest' of the friend group.

Experiment T-U88-Oasis aka Tubbo - A test tube experiment genius, actually the youngest (he's only been alive for 5 years, 3 of them dimension hopping) but technically the oldest in terms of dimension hopping? He always seems to be the one ahead of the curve, meeting others and referencing meet ups that haven't happened yet for the others. Rare instances of other others meeting a younger him that is so unlike the chaotic, hyper Tubbo that they know of. He stole an unfinished experimental device that lets him dimension hop, he keeps fiddling with it, which makes him hop dimensions- or well, it sometimes short circuits on its own and he's gone.

Lethe aka Ranboo - Initially from a superhero universe, Ranboo's powers were mostly about teleportation. Short range, sometimes long range if he could focus and had the stamina for it. He and his superhero mentor ended up busting a villain lair who was messing with powers. Something happened, Ranboo's powers got MAJORLY messed up and he ended up hopping dimensions and losing his memories. He didn't even know his name was Ranboo or his actual superhero name- Tubbo named him Lethe the first time they met, even gave him his trademarked memory journal. Ranboo's powers are unstable, each use has him forgetting all over again, but slowly, over time he doesn't forget. Slowly though.

Purpled - He's a regular teen and mercenary. He does odd jobs, REALLY odd jobs and somehow he's in every dimension all three of them have been to? Second 'eldest' to the group, he's been at this almost as long as Tubbo has. They have no idea how he's dimension hopping and Purpled refuses to answer it straight, not even Tubbo knows how he's going at it and technically he's the oldest! Purpled's the one with the most mystery, he's 'normal'. Fully human with no powers whatsoever, just pure martial skill, however from his travels that he somehow goes on, he has the most stuff. Weapons, items, etc.

so yeah, dimension hopping cmyk :) again i could go on but this has gone long enough.

maybe ask me again if you'd like to know more. or more about the other shots that are dusting away on my shelves. it was really fun talking about this stuff :DD