#...y'all- why- why does this happen to me

[apple-onigiri]

I've been thinking about the headcannon of how frozen time nullifing the wish that hid the island.

Would freezing the island in time stop the spell?

There's also the implication of others remembering the island when they were frozen by the king.

The king was able to remember the island when he was frozen in time. Even if he only remembered it because those were the last thoughts running through his head, there is a non-zero chance of island refugees that were frozen in Vaugarde, remembered their home, and then were unfrozen and forced to forget it all over again.

oohhhh that's interesting!!

when it comes to other people than the king remembering, i only recall the daydreaming one's dialogue in act 6 after you learn what happened to her sister

i think it might be because it's pretty explicitly stated being frozen is like falling asleep and dreaming, and i'd guess that the memory block does not cover the subconscious - that's why siffrin remembers some stuff passively but it can escape him if he tries to focus on it

another - way funnier - way of seeing this is universe-applied debuffs can't stack so you gotta lift the memory block to freeze someone in time lmao

when it comes to forgetting it again.... ahhh based on that same piece of dialogue i wanna believe it gets a bit easier to recall it and retain it in your head ≡(▔﹏▔)≡ this is in no way connected to me being so emo about no one being able to remember the island ever at all. no way aha

thank you for the ask!! y'all know i'm always thrilled to talk about the island and wish craft

[tj-crochets]

Hey y'all! Weird question, do you have any advice for finding a good primary care doctor who will actually try to figure out what's going on instead of saying "Huh. That shouldn't be happening, it's weird. Oh well". Like, is there a specific sub-type of doctor, like internist or family medicine or something, that you've had good luck with? This question brought to you by coming off the long term steroids causing me heart issues, like I told the doctor it would because coming off of steroids (even short term ones) always does for me, and the doc who prescribed them saying "coming off of steroids shouldn't do that" Like, no, really??? Of course it shouldn't! That's why every doc I've ever seen besides endocrinologists thinks I have Addison's! It shouldn't cause that but it does. Also I give up on allergists. Like. It would be nice to have one to help me figure out my allergies, but the local ones I've been to don't believe I have allergies and I won't come off my allergy meds for two weeks to prove I do, so they are unhelpful

[prettyinpink4chris]

What Changed ?

Pairing: ex-bsf!matt x reader

Warnings: kissing, angst, cursing, flirting, use of Y/N, pet names (baby, princess, sweetheart, etc..) , public fingering (kind of lmao)

Word Count: 3.4k

You woke up to the sound of a gentle knock on the door, followed by Chris’s muffled voice calling from the hallway. “Hey, you guys ready to leave? We’ve got a long drive ahead.”

You blinked at the ceiling, trying to gather yourself. The sunlight streaming through the blinds was blinding. It hurt. Your body ached, but it wasn’t just the physical exhaustion. It was the weight of everything that had happened — the words, the touch, the lingering silence. You glanced to the side.

Matt wasn’t in bed. The spot where he had been lying was still warm, but the space was empty.

You sat up slowly, your legs still tangled in the sheets. You rubbed your temples, trying to sort through the whirlwind of emotions, but it was like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands. The night had been chaotic. Full of anger and passion. And now, in the quiet of the morning, You couldn’t even tell if it was real or if it had been some twisted dream.

You stood up shakily, your body still buzzing from the lingering sensations of the night before. Everything felt different. The air between y'all felt thick, like there was more to say, more to fix — but the words were stuck in you throat.

You heard the bathroom door creak open, and froze.

Matt walked out wearing only boxers, running his hand through his hair, he looked at you and smirked.

"You good ?" He sat down on the bed beside you and pulled you in for a kiss.

"Yeeess, but shouldn't we get going ? How long have Nick & Chris been waiting" He glances at his phone

"About an hour" He shrugs and you gasp "What ? We still have to shower, and it's only 6 AM, i'll tell them to come in & we can go shower" You roll your eyes and gesture for him to open the door, he does, revealing chris & nicks exaggerated faces as they take in the sight in front of them

"Did you guys..." He trails off and Chris finishes the sentence for him "Fuck?"

"Can you two idiots just get in here so we can shower and get ready to leave" Matt grunts as they come in and shut the door, going into the bathroom, you follow him & he turns on the bath, letting it fill up as he pulls you in for another kiss.

"You're so pretty, you know that ?" He murmurs against your lips, lifting you up and stepping into the bathtub once it's filled up. The hot water surrounds y'all as he slowly sits, easing into it while still having me in his arms.

"Matttt" you moan, feeling his growing erection press into your stomach

"What, princess ?" He swipes a piece of hair out of your face & slowly starts trailing kisses down your neck, sucking softly on the skin.

"W-We can't.... do this with uhhh- with them in the other room" you groan, thrusting your hands into his hair.

"Why not princess ? Let them hear you" He slowly rubs circles on your cunt, making you moan loudly.

"Fuuuckkk Mattttt" Matt slides his middle and ring finger in you, pumping in and out at a quick pace.

"Matt I-I'm gonna cum" you scream, feeling his fingers thrusting into you and your orgasm pumping through your body.

"Cum for me baby. I wanna feel you around my fingers" He moves his fingers faster, curling them inside of you and hitting the perfect spot just as you release, screaming his name.

"Fuck you look so pretty cumming around my fingers" He pants, bringing his lips to yours once again.

-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --

You and Matt come out of the bathroom, he has a towel around his waist and you're wearing a robe, Chris and Nick look disgusted.

"Did you guys have fun ?" Nick mutters, you blush forgetting they had been in here.

"Sorry" you whisper, grabbing your clothes and heading to the bathroom.

"Can y'all please hurry up. This road trip is supposed to be fun and instead we've had to listen to you guys fuck the whole time" Chris says, moments later you come out of the bathroom in a red tube top and long white skirt.

"We have NOT been fucking the whole time Christopher." You put your hands on your hips and shake your head

"You look sexy doing that" Matt comes up behind you and grabs your waist, scaring you.

"EWWW OMG GET A ROOM" Nick turns his head and makes a disgusted face.

"We're in our room you dumb fuck. You idiots just invaded it because you wouldn't give us time to get ready." Matt says, grabbing anything extra y'all had left and you all walk out into the hallway.

"Oh I'm the dumb fuck?! If we want to make it to the beach and then our other destination- which is 6 hours away from the beach by the way. y'all should have woken up at 5 AM like us. At this rate we're gonna have to get a whole other hotel and we won't even be at the beach until like 10 PM." Nick says, practically yelling

"Nick shut the fuck up. It's 7 AM goddamn it and you're screaming into my ear. We will make it and if we have to get another hotel than okay- and it was not necessary for you to say all of that." You say, latching onto Matt's hand and Nick FINALLY shuts up.

Once y'all get to the van, you lie down, resting your head in Matts lap, shifting to get comfortable.

"Y/N goddamn it. Stop that." He groans lowly

"What ?" You ask, confused until you feel his bulge. You look up at him through your lashes and smirk, grabbing him with your hands.

"Fuck, Y/N... not here," Matt muttered, his voice strained, eyes darting to the front seat. "Not right now." But when you looked up at him through your lashes, your hand slipping beneath his waistband with deliberate slowness, he didn’t stop you. He inhaled sharply, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the edge of the seat.

"You’re insane," he whispered, even as he lifted his hips just enough to let you free him. And the second your lips wrapped around him—warm, soft, intentional—his head dropped back against the seat with a low, stifled gasp.

“Jesus...”

"You good bro ?" Chris asks

"Y-Yeah, Y/N's just trying to um... get t-to sleep and she hit my knee with the back of her head, yeah." He lies, Chris gives him a suspicious look before turning back to the road.

30 minutes later...

The van had gone quiet. Chris was laser-focused on the road, and Nick had his headphones in, moodier than ever.

You shifted again, your cheek resting against Matt’s thigh, and this time he didn’t groan—he just sighed, brushing a hand through your hair.

“You good?” you mumbled, your fingers lightly tracing the seam of his jeans.

He looked down at you, his eyes softer than they’d been all morning. “Yeah. Just tired. And a little… distracted.”

You smirked, your voice teasing. “Wonder why.”

Matt didn’t laugh. He just stared at you for a second too long, then looked out the window. “We probably shouldn’t be doing this,” he said under his breath.

You blinked, your chest tightening. “Doing what?”

He met your gaze again. “You know what I mean.”

You sat up slowly, pulling your legs into your chest, suddenly needing some space between you two. “So that’s it? We fuck, you say some pretty things, and now it’s back to acting like we’re just friends? If even that”

“I didn’t say that,” he said quickly. “I just—this isn’t how I wanted it to happen.”

You looked away, biting the inside of your cheek. “How did you want it to happen, Matt?”

He hesitated, then leaned in closer so only you could hear. “I wanted to kiss you when we were sober. Not after a fight. Not in secret. I wanted to tell you I’ve been in love with you since junior year. But that shit’s scary, Y/N. And you always looked at me like I was just… your dumb best friend.”

Your heart dropped into your stomach. You hadn’t expected that.

“Matt…”

He brushed your hair behind your ear, his voice low. “Get some sleep, princess. We’ve got a long drive ahead.”

You wanted to say more. To ask what this meant. But instead, you curled up next to him again, your back pressed to his side, and let his hand rest protectively on your hip.

It was quiet again. But this time, it felt different. Full of words neither of you were ready to say.

It had been hours of driving, the van’s tires humming against the pavement, but you’d finally reached your destination. The air had changed, salty and warm, and as the van pulled up to the beach, you couldn’t help but sit up straighter, a sigh of relief escaping your lips.

“Finally,” Nick muttered, his mood lightening as he looked out the window. “I’m gonna run straight into the water.”

You followed Matt’s gaze as he looked out the window, the beach stretching ahead. His hand found yours once more, fingers intertwining, warm and familiar, but there was something different in the way he held onto you. Almost like he wasn’t ready to let go, but didn’t know what to say.

“Hey, Matt?” you whispered, your voice soft, and he turned to look at you.

“Yeah?”

“Everything okay?”

He nodded slowly, not meeting your eyes immediately. “Yeah… just thinking.”

You felt your heart squeeze at his answer. Thinking about what? About you? Or everything you still hadn’t said to each other?

Before you could dwell on it, Chris’s voice interrupted your thoughts. “We’ve gotta find a place to stay first, then we can hit the beach. I’m too damn tired for all of this exploring crap.”

You watched as Chris and Nick piled out of the van, already on the move toward the hotel. Matt stood beside you for a moment, his fingers lingering around your wrist, pulling you gently to face him. “You wanna check in first, or just hit the beach and deal with the hotel later?”

You tilted your head, a small smirk on your lips. “I think we both know we need to check in first.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” he agreed, but there was a playfulness in his tone now, just a little.

Walking inside the small hotel, you all approached the front desk. The receptionist, an older lady with a knowing smile, handed over the keys without much trouble, clearly used to the younger crowd that stayed here. She smiled warmly at the group of you. "Enjoy your stay."

Matt led the way down the hallway, the sound of your footsteps echoing as you all reached your rooms. You couldn’t help but notice how close he was to you now. Every move he made seemed intentional, like he was tethered to you by some invisible thread.

He unlocked the door to your room and held it open, his hand resting on the doorframe as you passed. “After you, princess.”

You shot him a quick look over your shoulder, feeling the weight of the moment settle in. There was something both exhilarating and terrifying about the tension between you. But you couldn't ignore the way his eyes followed you—like he was both the person you knew and the stranger you couldn’t quite figure out yet.

The room was small but cozy, with a great view of the beach just a few blocks away. You both dropped your bags by the door, and without a word, Matt moved to the window, pulling the blinds open to let in the sunlight. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore filled the room, making everything feel… surreal.

You stood in the middle of the room, still processing everything. The trip. The moments between you and Matt. The night before.

“So,” you started, breaking the silence, “now what?”

He turned to look at you, his gaze soft but intense. “We could go down to the beach, or…”

You raised an eyebrow, sensing the unspoken words hanging in the air. “Or what?”

“Or…” He took a step closer, his presence overwhelming as he stood only a few feet away. “Or we could stay here… for a little longer.”

You could hear the double meaning in his words, and it made your pulse quicken. What were you doing? What was this? You wanted to lean in, wanted to feel his lips on yours again, but everything felt more complicated than it had the night before. Now, there was something else—something deeper. The weight of his confession.

You crossed the room toward him, not quite sure where this was going but unable to pull away. When you stopped in front of him, your heart pounded in your chest.

“I don’t want to just be your best friend anymore, Matt,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. "I don’t think I ever did."

He exhaled deeply, his thumb grazing your cheek as he cupped your face gently. “Then let’s stop pretending, yeah?” His words were low, filled with a softness you hadn’t expected, and the way he looked at you made your stomach flip.

You couldn’t help it. You leaned in, closing the space between you both, and this time, the kiss wasn’t rushed or impulsive. It was slow, deliberate—filled with a hunger you didn’t want to hide anymore.

Matt’s hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer until your body was flush against his. For a moment, you both forgot about everything else—the road trip, the hotel, even Chris and Nick.

But the moment was short-lived when Nick’s voice called out from the hallway, breaking the spell. “You guys better be ready. I’m not spending the day here.”

Matt pulled away reluctantly, his eyes dark with desire but full of unspoken words. "Later, princess," he muttered before nodding toward the door.

"Tell Nick I'll be out in a minute; I just need to slip into my swimsuit and grab a towel." You give him a quick smile, before turning toward the bathroom. As you walk away, you can feel his eyes on you, the weight of his gaze making your pulse quicken. You reach the bathroom, shutting the door softly behind you, and take a deep breath, leaning against it for a second.

Your fingers graze the fabric of your swimsuit, the material soft yet tight, as you slip it on, the coolness of the fabric contrasting with the heat of your skin. You look at yourself in the mirror for a moment, taking in the reflection — the way the sunlight from the small window catches on your skin, making everything feel both fresh and surreal.

After a moment, you grab a towel off the rack and step back toward the door, pausing just before you open it. For a second, you wonder what Matt's thinking, how he’s still so close, yet the distance between you two feels endless. You shake the thoughts off and open the door, stepping back into the room where Matt is waiting, his eyes flickering over you once more with that same mix of admiration and something else you can’t quite place.

"Ready?" you ask, your voice a little softer than you intended.

Matt smiles, a glint in his eyes. "Definitely," he says, a hint of something playful in his tone. And as you both head out, the quiet tension between you two lingers, undeniable.

After you and Matt head to the beach, everything feels both casual and charged with something new. The air smells like saltwater, and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore fills your senses. Nick and Chris lead the way, but the only thing you can focus on is the way Matt keeps glancing at you, his hand brushing against yours as if he’s not ready to let go.

You keep your distance, trying to push down the feelings swirling inside you. The morning had been intense, the night before even more so, and now, here you were, walking side by side, trying to act like everything was normal. But you both knew it wasn’t.

The group spends the next hour splashing around in the water, but all you can think about is the tension between you and Matt. Every time he smiles at you, every time his fingers brush yours, it feels like a spark, but you’re too afraid to let it ignite.

At some point, the group decides to take a break and sit down on the beach. Matt pulls you close, his arm around your shoulders as he leans in, his breath warm against your ear.

"What's going on in that head of yours, princess?" he murmurs, his voice low, but there's a softness in it now—a vulnerability you hadn’t heard before.

You lean back against him, resting your head on his chest. "I'm just trying to figure out what this is. What we are," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

Matt's chest rises and falls with a deep breath as he shifts slightly, just enough to catch your eye. "I don’t know either," he says quietly. "But I think… I think we’re something more than we’ve ever been. And that scares the shit out of me."

Your heart races at his words. It feels like the weight of everything that’s been unsaid is finally starting to surface.

"So what do we do about it?" you ask, turning to face him fully. His hand still rests on your waist, warm and comforting, but there's something else there now—a longing, a want for more.

Matt doesn't answer right away, his gaze searching your face like he's trying to read you. Finally, he lets out a small sigh, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand. "We take it one step at a time," he says softly, a gentle smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

You nod, a small smile of your own forming. "One step at a time."

For the rest of the afternoon, you both stay close, letting the moment stretch out in a comfortable silence. You’re still unsure about what this means, but one thing is for sure: the dynamic between you and Matt has shifted. The lines between friendship and something more are blurred now, and neither of you seems ready to draw them back.

As the sun begins to set, casting a golden glow over everything, Matt turns to you one last time, his hand brushing against your cheek. "I meant what I said, Y/N," he murmurs, his voice barely above the sound of the waves. "I’ve been in love with you for a long time."

Your heart skips a beat, and all the confusion, the mixed feelings, the longing you’ve kept buried for so long, finally surge to the surface. You press your lips to his, slow and tender, like you're both savoring the moment and all the unspoken things that have been hanging between you.

A/N... sorry this is so short, already working on the next part tho

[cryptidofthekeys]

Me, excited because welcome home's website got a huge update:

Also me, seeing what happened to Eddie (he's my biggest comfort character from WH btw)

[ghost-proofbaby]

can y'all please come into my humble abode and imagine something with me i don't yet have the wits to write a full fledged fic out of (yet)?

so, everyone knows how when you get a tattoo, part of the healing process is the itchy phase, right? and for obvious reasons, you can't scratch it. favored method, in my experience and fellow tatted friends, is to just give it a good old slap.

perfect. so now, with this in mind, can you imagine having gotten a large hip/ass piece, and how mortifying it would be to smack your own ass to soothe that itch? and it's just plain painful. you want your new ink to heal properly - it's gorgeous and you put a lot of time, pain, and money into that damn thing - but it just sucks.

enter best friend eddie.

he loves your new ink. thinks it's fucking sick. nearly creamed his damn pants when he found out you were doing a hip/ass tatt (because how can he ask to see it without being weird? how can he react to that without being weird when he's spent the last several years with the world's most pathetic crush on you?) at first, it's fine. you show him the tattoo in a totally friendly, totally platonic way. he hypes you up, he calls you 'the most metal person he knows'. flourishes you with all the compliments and looks at you with starry eyes out of sheer awe at the way he's managed to snag a person into his life who is just so. damn. cool.

but the days pass by, that new ink begins to heal, and it fucking itches.

when you first proposition him, you're even more embarrassed than he is. stumbling over all your words, the request coming out contorted every wrong way. you don't want to make things weird, but is it really that weird for a friend to help a friend? it is really that weird to ask your best friend to smack your tattoo to help with that itch you can't even really properly reach?

it's just friends helping friends.

and that's the mantra you both repeat to yourselves - as you request the embarrassing favor of him, as he agrees almost too eagerly, as you find yourself face-planted in your bed wondering how deeply you can bury down your shame as he tries to make jokes to make it all a bit less awkward.

it's just friends helping friends, until eddie's hand lands down on your ass with a resounding smack, and that first little whimper escapes your lips.

[babymillennial]

At the risk of setting off a bomb in the Aaravos and Leola fandoms, I do wonder if we ever talk about how--if Aaravos's description of his daughter is accurate--she would probably hate what he's become in her absence.

[flying-cat]

Preparing myself to read a Persona 5 fic because it sounds super interesting but Maruki is a tagged character which means there's like a 70% chance that he's being mischaracterized

[fizzie-frog]

Dress me, I'm your mannequin~<3

Wow, I finally made an edit again. Considering the packed period of holidays, I'm shocked I even maanged to draw lately... I listened to this song while drawing pink fur Fizz so I wanted to use it in an edit too.

You can check it out on Tiktok, I would appreciate some love. Thank you!

[iwasbored777]

Me trying to figure out why people are still mad at Gwen for going through Miles' sketchbook without asking but no one is talking about how he turned himself invisible and was spying on her, listening to her conversation with Jessica and following her to another dimension without her approval:

I have no problem with them both being like this but why are the stupid things she does demonized while the stupid things he does are being romanticized?

[bredforloyalty]

weather so nice I'm going to kill myself

[jils-things]

i went wandering off in my pokespe gallery and had to relieve how wonderful this scene played out. no kidding

please dont read the tags i got emotional there /lh

[kiwichaeng]

And there I stand to the side, five minutes early to my errand, reading omegaverse fanfiction

[westonsims00]

i feel like i fumbled an insanely lucrative contract yesterday and i've been sick ever since.

[justablah56]

bro ngl I am so fucking tired

[whysamwhy123]

Since I'm back after a little unplanned hiatus, time to blab about another dumb idea I had for an AU that I'll never write! So! For some reason, a while back, I decided I really wanted to come up with a trashy reality show AU for Max Squared, where MJF decides to exploit Caster's immediate, intense love for him by starting up a little showmance. Max wants to manipulate the editing of the show as well as the game itself to make sure that he wins and/or becomes the breakout star of the season. So when Caster falls head over heels for him on Day One, he's presented with the perfect opportunity.

Initially, I was thinking the show would be a Survivor type deal, a bunch of people on a desert island or something, voting each other off, so Max's game is stringing Caster along so that he won't ever vote against him and he always has an ally help him vote out whoever he considers his biggest competition. But then I started to think it might be funnier if it was an American Idol style singing competition. It kinda fits, right? Both MJF and Caster are musically inclined, after all. And it changes the logic behind Max's plan - he wants to manipulate the editing of the show, make himself seem like a nice, endearing guy so the public will vote to keep him in the show, and ensure he gets a lot more screen time than the the other contestants. And what better way to do than pretending to be falling in love with this weirdo who's obsessed with you? A heart-warming queer romance on a show where only one of them can win? That's some good trash TV there, right?

MJF insists to Caster that it's all an act on his part. He's only pretending to be in love with him for the show, to tug on the heartstrings of all the stupid fans out there who think this shit is anything close to real. A ploy to make himself seem like the perfect charming, irresistible hero he needs to be in order to win this damn thing. And Caster's just like ''Whatever you say, sweetie,'' because he knows before Max does.

Maybe after a certain point, Max figures, hey, there's no harm in sleeping with the guy. It doesn't mean anything - Caster's so willing, so he may as well get laid. Of course, Caster thinks this is a sign that he really does have feelings for him, no matter how many times MJF tells him that it's not because he's actually attracted to him. No, it's just a ''power thing''.

He's only pretending, right? Caster's a fucking loser, a pawn in Max's grand master plan to emerge victorious. There's no way he could end up actually developing feelings for him over the course of the show, right? It's all for the show, it's fake, it's not real! There's simply no way he could...

Also, I'd want there to be a point where one night, Caster straight-up begs Max to let him eat his ass. And MJF's like ''Ugh, no way! That's disgusting! You're insane! You're a fucking weirdo! You're gross! You're...you'd do that for me?'' and of course, Caster tells him he'd do anything for him. And Max finds he can't resist anymore. So he lets Caster do it and he makes sure he doesn't regret it. Max's probably so loud during it that it pisses off the other contestants and the crew members who can hear it through the walls because Max simply cannot keep quiet like he usually can.

[the-way-astray]

on the bright side, this probably means shannon won't be able to pull a cliffhanger on us.