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cevansbrat0007 · 2 years ago

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I'm obsessed with this series. I'm such a sucker for love that's given often and shown so freely. Andy and Reader are each other's world. I feel like they're the type of (one day) elderly couple who if one passes, the other is following right behind in a few days to months.

I can't wait to one day read a little drabble about them when they're old and retired, maybe having their kids and grandkids over for christmas and their kids' POV watching Andy and Reader sway and canoodle under a mistletoe.

At Last...

Summary: True love stories never end...

Warning: the following answer contains talk of death as well as celebrations of love and life. Read at your own risk. Takes place in my ongoing Growing Pains Series. __

Thank you. It makes me so happy that you've fallen in love with Growing Pains as well as Andy and Reader's love story. Those two are so incredibly and irrevocably devoted to one another - they really are each other's entire world.

If I'm being honest, I have thought about what the end of their time on this planet would look like. And Baby Girl always outlives Andy. Not just because she's a few years younger than him, but because there is just no other way.

He could never live without her. Not even for a month, or a couple of days. So, when the time comes and life finds him on his deathbed, they make a plan.

They're both such stubborn people, you know? So damned headstrong even up until the very end. Andrew Barber doesn't want to go.

Not yet.

But while his spirit remains young, his body is old. After all, fighting your way into your nineties is no easy feat. But he's also got four children right here in this realm to take care of, and an errant wife to look after who is just as much of a brat as she's always been.

And the doctors, well, they don't understand how he's made it so long. From everything indicated on his chart, he should've left this world days ago. But somehow Andrew Barber continues to defy the odds.

That stubborn ass ogre.

But he's also in pain. Even as he's fighting, refusing to give in. However, it's not sustainable. And Reader knows that her Big Man needs to rest. She spends every day by his bedside, rarely leaving for more than a few minutes at a time. It's been a few days since she's been able to catch a glimpse of his beautiful blue eyes, every once in a while, she's treated to a gentle squeeze of her hand.

Baby Girl knows her husband better than any other person on the planet. She knows that in order to leave her behind, even for just a little bit, she has to give him a purpose. So she crawls into bed with him, bad hip and all, and tells him her plan.

It's just between them - this task that she gives him.

She tells him to go on ahead and get their home ready - their dream home. And start decorating it the way he knows she'll like. She even promises not to get mad if the color schemes aren't quite right, because she'll just fix it all when she gets there.

Simple as that.

And while he's taking care of the house, the next thing she wants him to do is find Jacob. Wherever he is. Because she expects him to be at the dinner table sharing a meal with them for her first night in their new home.

And in return for doing all of that, she'll handle everything else with BiBi, KitCat, RoRo, and A.J. and all of their precious grandbabies. She swears that she will make sure that every single little detail is taken care of, and when it's all done...

She'll come find him. And when she does, they'll share a dance in their kitchen to the tune of their favorite song - At Last by Etta James. Baby Girl goes on to assure him that it will be the first of many.

Some time later that night, her sweet Andy Bear takes her up on her offer. But not before opening his eyes one last time to see her sleeping in the chair at his bedside. Now that makes him crack a smile.

Because in the last dream he had he could've sworn he told her fine ass to get to bed. A real bed. Not a chair.

His sweet, beautiful girl never fucking listens.

Reader knows when he leaves. She later describes it to their children as feeling his lips brush her skin, right behind her ear. His favorite place to kiss her.

She and the kids keep the actual ceremony small, but then they throw a party - a celebration of Andy's life. And after that, Reader spends the next two years making sure everything is in order.

Just like she promised.

Andy comes to her in her dreams every now and again. And in those dreams he always looks like he did when they first met - her handsome man.

And when it's finally her time, Reader passes on surrounded by their babies. But she tells them not to worry, because their father has been sitting by her bedside for the last few days. She knows they can't see him...

But she swears he's right there. And he's brought along Jacob. She tells her sweet babies that she's finally ready to join the love of her life. They even share a little laugh when she tells them how their father keeps pestering her all because she owes him a dance.

And when she takes her last breath, the sweet sound of Etta James is playing softly in the background. Bianca and her siblings sit there quietly for a few minutes after her passing holding hands and reveling in the fact that they know their Mama went home.

She's finally back in the arms of the man that she loves. They have no doubt that their Mama and Daddy are finally sharing that dance. And wouldn't you know it...

Somewhere in the great beyond, they were right. Their Mama made it home at last. And she left the light on for them too. Just like she told them she would.

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andiwriteordie · 2 years ago

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andi !! for my valentine’s day gift this year i am humbly requesting will helping teacher! mike decorate his classroom for valentine’s day <3 (+ bonus points if this is pre-relationship and they spend the whole time flirting before one of them works up the nerve to ask the other if they have any plans,,, slides this slowly across the table)

suni suni suni teacher!mike is so personal to me so thank you SO much for this. also will being flirty and mike getting flustered is also everything to me, so have some of that too.

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3: abc, 123 (baby, you and me).

Mike Wheeler’s a pretty damn good teacher.

Alright, look. Here’s the thing: Mike knows he’s a damn good teacher. There’s a reason why he’s one of Principal Tennyson’s favorite teachers, despite the fact that he’s only been at Hawkins Elementary for about four years now. Being a kindergarten teacher is not for the faint of heart, especially when Mike teaches in a school district full of rich, snooty parents who think their kids deserve special treatment on a constant basis.

But hey, somehow, Mike has managed to get through the last few years with very minimal complaints from said rich, snooty parents, and even better, he’s also managed to make genuine connections with his kids.

So, yeah. Mike’s a damn good teacher, and he’s not afraid to remind his boss of that when it comes time for his annual comp review.

But there is one thing that Mike absolutely sucks at in the realm of teaching.

Decorating his fucking classroom.

Ugh. Okay, so when you’re in college and preparing to be an elementary school teacher, they literally teach you how to make the cute bulletin boards and decorations and stuff, right? Yeah, well, Mike hated every single one of those presentations. Absolutely hated them. His worst grades in college were the stupid bulletin boards he had to make.

The content was fine. The aesthetic? Yeah, not so much.

And unfortunately, some things never change, and even though Mike has been a teacher for the last four years of his life, he still can’t for the life of him figure out how to create an aesthetically pleasing classroom by himself for the life of him. For the longest time, his best friend, Max, would come over and help him kind of make the classroom look pretty. Max is no artist either though, even if she’s a little better at making things look nice than Mike is.

But then, this past December, Max just had to accept a new job and move across the country to be closer to the guy she’s been dating for a year or so now. Ugh. Traitor.

So, that’s exactly how Mike finds himself here, on fucking February 1st, at approximately 8 PM at night, desperately trying to redecorate his classroom for Valentine’s Day.

In Mike’s defense, Valentine’s Day isn’t for another two weeks, thank you very much. But all the other teachers in the school have already decorated for Valentine’s Day, and if Mike gets one more stupid, passive aggressive comment from stupid fucking Brenda or her evil twin, Tammy, he’s gonna end up losing his job.

Ugh.

“Are you kidding me?” Mike groans, and he falls backwards onto the floor, letting the stupid pink construction paper heart fall onto his head. It’s rather ironic that he’s a kindergarten teacher and responsible for teaching twenty-five kids how to color inside the lines and cut paper properly and other stuff like that, since Mike didn’t even go to kindergarten and can’t cut in a straight line for shit.

The woes of being an “academically gifted” child.

Mike sighs heavily, and he closes his eyes, lying on the floor and questioning every single moment in his life that led him to this moment. Maybe he’s being overdramatic, but Mike doesn’t really care. Right now, he’s hungry, tired, and ready to go home.

Teaching shouldn’t be this hard. Seriously. How is it that Mike can deal with little Riley Jones throwing up all over his brand new pair of shoes or Kimmy Harris screaming at the top of her lungs and picking a fight for the first month of this year, but somehow Mike can’t decorate his stupid fucking classroom? Why on God’s green earth is so bad at making things look nice—

“Mike?”

Mike flinches sharply, and he startles, sitting up quickly at sudden intrusion. Much to his surprise, Will Byers, of all people, is standing in his doorway, an amused (and admittedly adorable) smile on his face.

…

Okay, so look.

Here’s the thing.

Will Byers… is the new art teacher at Hawkins Elementary. Their old art teacher, Sandy, had retired at the end of the year, and though Will had been hired pretty early on into the school year, he’s only just started working at the school.

And um… well… you see… Will is really, really good-looking.

Like really good-looking.

Quite possibly the most gorgeous and also the kindest person Mike has ever met in his life.

For starters, Will has the prettiest eyes—a warm shade of hazel that looks green in certain lighting, Mike has noticed. His smile is pretty too—soft and sweet and perfect for his personality. He’s got fluffy, brown hair, and maybe Mike shouldn’t think this about his coworker for God’s sake, but he thinks he’d really like to run his hands through Will’s hair and pull him close and kiss him stupid and—

Ahem.

Um, yeah. So, that’s… that’s Will Byers. He’s great, and Mike has been meaning to get to know him more—not even necessarily in a romantic way. The two of them are some of the only male teachers at Hawkins Elementary, and they’re among the youngest here at this school. It makes sense that they’d become friends.

Life’s just been absolutely crazy these past few weeks, so Mike unfortunately hasn’t gotten around to that.

“Will!” Mike exclaims, and he winces at the way his voice comes out as a little, panicked squeak. Warmth rises to Mike’s cheeks, and he offers a sheepish smile to his coworker. “Hey, um… what’re you still doing here?”

The smile on Will’s face grows, and he shrugs. “I could ask you the same thing,” he points out; then, his eyes flicker to the construction paper surrounding Mike. “I’m guessing you’re decorating your classroom though?”

“Ugh.” Mike scrunches his nose, picking up a few of the sad little paper hearts and letting them fall dramatically back onto the ground. “I’m trying to, at least. It’s going great, if you can’t tell.”

A soft laugh escapes Will’s lips, and oh God, Mike’s heart does a little somersault. Will walks into Mike’s classroom, sitting down across from Mike, and he offers a smile. “Not a fan of arts and crafts, huh?” he guesses.

“Not all of us can be artists, Byers,” Mike replies easily, and a crooked grin forms on Will’s face. “I like every other part of teaching, but decorating my classroom? It makes me wonder why I didn’t just stick with being a Business major like my dad wanted.”

Again, Will just laughs, reaching for some of the construction paper on the ground. “I don’t know you very well yet,” he admits, “but you definitely don’t seem like the kind of person who’d enjoy working in business.”

A couple things stand out about Will’s response:

He says business the way that Mike’s kindergarteners say things like… homework or broccoli or other things that they hate, and Mike can’t help but grin. He’s liking Will more and more with each second that passes.

… Yet.

Will definitely said “yet,” and okay, Mike probably shouldn’t read too much into this, but also, he can’t help himself. His heart may or may not be pounding inside his chest, and his cheeks may or may not be burning up right now, and he may or may not be trying to stop smiling like a total idiot.

“I would’ve hated business,” Mike agrees, and he leans against his desk, scrunching his nose again at the mess of decorations sitting on the floor. “But at least businessmen don’t stay late at their jobs trying to decorate their offices for a stupid Hallmark holiday.”

“No, they just stay late at their jobs to crunch numbers and avoid their wives and children,” Will deadpans, and Mike just snorts.

“Way to describe my dad in a nutshell,” Mike deadpans in return.

That playful grin returns to Will’s face, and he looks pleased at his ability to make Mike laugh. “Are you really planning on staying here until you have your entire classroom finished?” Will asks incredulously.

Mike winces, looking around at his classroom—which, admittedly… is about 10% decorated for Valentine’s Day. “Maybe,” he says, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean… I’ll probably end up coming back tomorrow and Sunday, but I wanted to finish as much of it as I can tonight.”

Will purses his lips, and he looks around the room again, a thoughtful look on his face. “You’re gonna need some help,” he decides, finally turning to Mike and smiling brightly. “And luckily for you… I’m pretty good at arts and crafts.”

Another playful smile—which most definitely makes Mike’s heart skip a beat and his stomach do a silly little somersault. “You don’t have to,” Mike reassures, though he really likes the idea of spending the entire weekend with Will Byers. “I’d feel bad making you help me out—”

“You could always make it up to me,” Will blurts out, and Mike just blinks.

For a moment, the two of the stare back at each other, and Mike watches as a rosy (and adorable) blush forms on Will’s face. He seems to register the fact that he just said that aloud, and Mike doesn’t really know Will Byers that well yet…

But he gets the feeling that Will might just be as interested in Mike as Mike is in Will.

A slow smile forms on Mike’s own face. His cheeks are burning right now, and not for the first time, he feels like a kid with a kindergarten crush. “I could,” Mike says softly, meeting Will’s eyes. “What’d you have in mind?”

Though Will’s face most definitely gets redder, he smiles at Mike again, his eyes going soft. “Dinner, maybe,” he suggests, still playful and soft. “A movie, if you’re interested.”

The inside of Mike’s head feels like the movie Inside Out, with all of his emotions running around in a panicked, flustered mess, and okay, look, maybe it’s embarrassing to admit at the ancient age of twenty-four (almost twenty-five) years old, but Mike’s not sure he’s ever felt this giddy and excited around someone.

There’s just something about Will Byers—something incredibly special that makes Mike feel like this… this could be something real.

“I’m definitely interested,” Mike says with a smile of his own, and he gestures to the Valentine’s Day themed decorations around them. “Getting a headstart on Valentine’s Day, huh?”

“Something like that,” Will laughs, and his eyes crinkle when he smiles. Then, he sets the construction paper in his hands down and stands up. “Come on. Let’s grab dinner, then we can come back and knock out a couple of your bulletin boards.”

He holds his hand out to Mike, and Mike’s heart—stupid organ that it is—feels all fluttery again. He can’t help but smile again, and he takes Will’s hand, letting the other man help him up.

“Dinner sounds like a good idea,” Mike agrees softly, feeling all too aware of how Will’s hand lingers in his for longer than it needs to. “You’re the best, you know that, right?”

An amused look forms on Will’s face as the two of them walk out of the classroom, and he glances back at Mike. “You don’t know me that well yet,” he says, a bit teasing.

“Well, it’s a good thing we’re about to change that,” Mike retorts, just as playful, and Will just smiles.

“Yeah,” he agrees softly, “it’s a really good thing.”

For a moment, Will’s eyes linger on Mike’s own, and warmth rises to Mike’s cheeks again. The two of them stay there, out in the hallways of Hawkins Elementary, for what feels like a little eternity; then finally, Will clears his throat and glances away.

“I’m kinda craving pizza,” he suggests. “You cool with that?”

“Pizza sounds great,” Mike agrees, and Will smiles again, walking down the hallway. “I can drive us. I know a good place.”

“Perfect,” Will says softly, and he glances back at Mike one more time, a softness in his eyes.

The words go unspoken, but somehow, they don’t go unsaid.

It’s a date.

#byler #byler ficlet #andi writes not dies

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redrawthecolorlessworld · 2 months ago

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[Rhymix] Side Story 1: The Dove and the Crow — Chapter 5: A Mystery and A Sudden Disappearance

i'm popping off kinda

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...Only to be left with confusion.

Such a memory where the crow and the dove were being intimate with each other...

He doesn't recall experiencing such a thing.

"...Huh?" He mutters out, slowly processing what he had just seen. He feels compelled to call Momento over and ask her some questions—or, well, just one question.

Should he—

"Holy fucking shit I forgot ONE THING." Well...it doesn't seem like Trap Crow really needs to "call" Momento over anymore. "Hey, devil guy...girl...both, I saw some weird shit in that memory." The crow spares no time asking his question as Momento scurries around the area to find whatever he had accidentally left in here.

Upon hearing Trap Crow's question, the devil-God perks up, looking at the only other person in the room with a raised eyebrow. "Context?" He asks, before finally seemingly finding whatever he left here and picked it up. "That dove who keeps visiting me these past few weeks...did we ever had anything special between us?" Trap Crow questions nervously.

Momento thinks about it for a moment, before shrugging. "No...? Look, I never personally knew any of you people up until I supposedly got revived by Eternity. I wouldn't know jackshit." She answers, walking towards the main entrance of Trap Crow's prison area. "Wh- hey! Don't go yet! You're not lying to me, are you?!"

"...No???? Look, I'm busy today, I don't have time for stupid bullshit. JUST BECAUSE I'm the God of Memories that does NOT mean I'd know what memories anyone would see in those glass butterflies." Without saying any goodbyes, Momento quickly walks through the entrance, and soon enough, he's gone.

Trap Crow lets out a frustrated groan, before thinking back on that memory. If it is true, then when the hell did it even happen? Does him not remembering such a memory unfolding in his life have anything to do with the fact that he also doesn't remember how he even ended up in this cage to begin with?

"This is starting to give me a fucking headache..."

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Weeks go by, and eventually, weeks turned into months.

It had been months since Ringed Genesis first decided to visit Trap Crow. Over the past few months of these visits, the two ended up getting to know each other a lot more. It's to the point where they can easily notice and even point out the most littlest details about each other.

The dove's also starting to feel such a strange connection with the crow. Though, of course, the strange mystery of that one memory isn't really easy for them to shake off either. Every night they'd think about that memory—replaying it in their heads as if it's a video.

Today, Ringed Genesis felt the need to visit Trap Crow again. His visits to Trap Crow's cage has become so frequent that he might as well go there every single day on every single opportunity he has. For some reason, he had taken a lot of comfort being in the presence of the crow, it's...odd.

Entering the Realm of the Almighty's prison faction, Ringed Genesis quickly takes notice of the rather tense atmosphere. He looks around, before finally spotting a panicking Momento, a worried Eternity, and a...notably pissed off Amazing Mighty. "Devil? Ms. Eternity? And Sir Amazing Mighty...? What is the matter here?" He quickly asks, catching the trio's attention immediately.

"Oh fuck- Angel! Have you- have you seen Crow around?!" Momento asks, his voice showcasing his messy state. Ringed Genesis frowns at that. "No. Why? Is he...not in his cage?" He asks again, and he could see Eternity nod. "Yes. Momento went to check on him this morning, but when he did, that crow's nowhere to be found."

"That damned crow...thinking he can just escape like that so fucking easily..." Ringed Genesis could then hear Amazing Mighty mutter. It seems like he's the most unhappy about this. "If you want, I can try to find him myself." The dove offers, and hearing that, Momento perks up. "Really?!"

"Yes, really. You can trust me to bring him back here safe and sound—"

"I'm not letting you be the one to find him."

Everyone immediately turned their heads to look at Amazing Mighty, who looks at Ringed Genesis with clear anger in his eyes. "But why? There is definitely something wrong here—you initially didn't want me to visit Trap Crow constantly, and now this?" Ringed Genesis asks, pure annoyance written all over his facial expressions as he then chuckles bitterly.

"What has gotten into you? Is there something you know that I don't?" He then asks again, crossing his arms as he then gazes intensely at the God. Amazing Mighty clenches his fist, trying his best to calm himself down, and once he did, he sighs heavily. "Trap Crow is dangerous. He has hurt someone in the past—someone who he supposedly loves and cherishes a lot."

Amazing Mighty then forces a smile, though his anger is still present from the way his brows are still furrowed. "Hah. Not even I would do such a thing to Felys." Ringed Genesis merely raises an eyebrow at that, before quickly stealing a glance at Eternity and Momento. Momento looks...annoyed, to say the least. But Eternity?

She looks beyond horrified.

"...Ms. Eternity?" Upon hearing her name, Eternity jolts up, before quickly calming down once she realizes it's just Ringed Genesis. "...Err...Genesis." She calls back. The dove nods at her, waiting for her to say something else. She then summons a shard of glass, glowing a bright shade of red, before hovering it over to Ringed Genesis.

"If things get drastic, and if the situation calls for it, use this." She advices, a serious look on her face. Amazing Mighty's eyes widened at that. "Huh? Hey, are you sure this is the right time for him to recall such...horrible memories?" He asks, and Eternity merely nods at him.

Momento, having his initial annoyance towards Amazing Mighty gone away, now wears a confused look on his face. Ringed Genesis, on the other hand, takes the shard of glass with him. After all, maybe Eternity's right. Besides, this could possibly be an anomaly shard—anomaly shards are much more stronger compared to normal ones, so he'll probably have use for this.

Now the only task he has?

Finding Trap Crow.

#(writing)hesia #arthesias ocs #rhymix: writing #rhymix: side story #the crow trapped in eternal jealousy: trap crow (oc)#and we'll walk together from here: momento (oc)#the dove who sees all: ringed genesis (oc)#all hope vanishes in vain: eternity (oc)#the one who transcends all! ★: amazing mighty (oc)#mentioned f.elys because fuck you mighty

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bite-sized-devil · 2 years ago

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What are your first vs last impression of the demon brothers?

@crazyyanderefangirlfan

Ok Yan, since it's you asking of course I'll answer!

Disclaimer: these are just MY impressions. Don't take offence if I insult your favs. I won't give a fuck anyway (if I'm being honest I actually will give a fuck so please don't make me cry! I'm soft ok!)

Lucifer first impression:

Why does this chest clutching motherfucker think he's so fucking great, yeah he's good looking so what? Did he not choose me to be the exchange student? Why is he giving me so much fucking attitude then? Fucking annoying first born, oh you think your life is hard? Try being the first daughter, I look after my entire family including my older brothers. Unbelievable.

Lucifer last impression:

Daddy let me make you feel good, are you stressed? What am I saying you're always stressed! Let me give you everything you want/need. Let me look after your brother's for you, take a break, get some rest, wanna fuck?

Mammon first impression:

He's so pretty! But why is he always so mean to me? We could be friends man but you're ruining it by all the annoying pushing me away shit. I definitely don't think you're trash? I am also very down to steal from the rich. Bring on the shenanigans! Let's annoy the shit out of everyone!

Mammon last impression:

He's my precious babygirl! My favourite little dumby! My partner in crime! Does mammoney want to cuddle? A kiss? A dollar? Something shiny? He can have it all and more! Out of curiosity/necessity can we fuck on that pool table? Or is that like not in the cards for us? Because I have trick cards that we can use so it becomes in the cards?? Interested? No? Just me? Okkkiee!

Leviathan first impression:

My third crush. Angry little e-boy needs to get fucked, and I'm willing to take that one for the team. I instantly liked him. I love insecure losers, because I am one! Now continue your 3 hour speech about that new anime you're into, I am listening, I am interested, I am wanting to kiss that silly little face of yours!!!

Leviathan last impression:

See first impression, it has not changed. I LOVE HIM YOUR HONOUR. Is what I'd say if I was on trial. He's just such a pathetic nerd and I love that. And you know what, he's got a huuuuge dick and no one can convince me otherwise.

Satan first impression:

Book worm also likes cats. Ok I can dig that, personally I was not fussed on him to begin with, I was like where's the fire? Mainly because he wasn't very into the surprise guest shit and I didn't think it was worth it to spend my dp's on his favourite food for every surprise guest visit. And then I did the gold hellfire newt syrup arc and I was like oh damn there's the fire. Ok ok ok, I can get on this Satan train. I'll buy a ticket to ride.

Satan last impression:

I LOVE FLIRTING WITH HIM!! It's so easy and quite endearing to have him become a blushing mess. Proud member of the anti lucifer league, it gets me the punishment I neeeed 🙏🙏🙏 I also have like a fuck ton of cat pictures on my phone and I know he'd love that.

Asmodeus first impression:

He's pretty, and pink! But kind of full of himself. Originally I wasn't super interested in him, but he kept doing all this cute shit that kept drawing me back in. I want to pet his pretty little head and tell him he's the prettiest little being in all three realms. 🩷

Asmodeus last impression:

Besties! Fuck buddies! Dancing partner! He'll be seeing all of my naughty pictures before I send them because he's the one taking them. I still think he's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen and I'll be telling him that every second of every day.

Beelzebub first impression:

B I G. Like hello up there can I get a kiss? My second crush that took over first place. How could he not? He's so sweet, I want to take care of him. I want him to fuck me senseless every single night. My goodness, when he blushes I swear my coochie swoons. Did I say big already? I did? Ok well I'm saying it again! B I G!!!!!

Beelzebub last impression:

My one truest love. My favourite biggest boi. My sweet pumpkin pie. I love him. I love him. I love him. I love him. I'm completely not normal about him! I can't be, he drives me insane. Fucking BIG!

Belphegor first impression:

My first crush actually! He's just so pretty, and soft spoken and angry and he's so fucking romantic when he wants to be. He blows me away. And the fact that he is fine with me wanting his twin too? My god could he be anymore perfect.....

Belphegor last impression:

Hehe now my second crush! His twin takes first place. Still everything the same as first impression, but like X10 because he killed me. *Swoons* don't ask me to explain, it's obvious.

Would love to hear your first/last impressions too Yan! Or anyone's actually 😂

@sassykattery @delphi-dreamin @attic-club-sandwich @kyungjoon-do @yourboyhack @yuujispinkhair

#obey me!#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me fandom #om!#om! shall we date #obey me mc #obey me beelzebub #om! belphegor #om! lucifer #obey me! satan #obey me! leviathan #obey me! asmo #obey me mammon

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fourswords · 5 months ago

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ezlo... the grumpy grandpa ever...

i was going to respond to this with a list of quotes from him that really show how he's the grumpiest grandpa ever but then i remembered this one quote from him that goes:

"There are some strange creatures on Mount Crenel… Creatures I've never seen before, and your sword alone won't beat them! Don't give up hope, though! Try your other items on them! Well…you don't need me to tell you how to do your job. Just deal with those monsters, and I'll take care of everything else."

i think the "Well...you don't need me to tell you how to do your job" is funny and interesting in equal measure because it's such a stark contrast from other companions for links who were on the younger side (think oot link with navi and ww link with the king of red lions) at the time whose purposes were definitely more aligned with, at the very least, helping link to do his job as a hero (navi with z-targeting, the king of red lions with helping link get around and also kind of. manipulating him into becoming The Hero™). but ezlo is canonically fucking clueless about damn near everything that doesn't involve his niche realm of being a "famous minish sage" who is "renowned for his amazing creations" (according to his figurine description). like:

"A strange nut that will allow us to understand the Minish language… The Jingle Nut, did he say…? No, wait… That's not it… Ah, I remember now! It was the Jabber Nut. That's what it was… Come on, my boy! We've got to find the Jabber Nut!"

"Have you ever visited Hyrule before? What? You have? …What's it like? Not that I… I mean, I've seen it before! Of course I have! I'm very well traveled. I just wanted to see…what you thought of it!"

"So! We must infuse the White Sword with the elemental power. That means we must find the elemental sanctuary. And the way we do that is… Um… Well, I'm sure we'll figure it out!"

"So there are three books that we're supposed to return, right? Link, I'm sure you can handle it! Don't get me wrong! I'd love to help! But I'm a great Minish sage! I don't understand your big, human ways! So…I'm counting on you!"

there are a BUNCH more examples but you get my point. i just think it's really, really funny that out of the few companions that younger links had at that point in time, it's in the minish cap that said companion is like "ehhhhh i don't need to tell him what to do he's smart enough to deal with it himself. he just needs to be yelled at to stop dawdling and GET A FUCKING MOVE ON sometimes." which is also kind of exemplified by this line of ezlo's near the end of the game, too:

"We will get through this! We have all of the techniques and power you've gained in your journey! And we have your wisdom and courage as well! Link! I believe in you!"

it says a lot that he attributes not only courage to link but wisdom as well. link has so so so so so SO much personality in this game and between his own flavor text/internal dialogue when interacting with things and ezlo's running commentary on link's attitude/words/expressions/reactions to things it's SO plain to see (ex: "Link, I know this may not be a great time for it, but... I wanted to say thanks for everything you've done. I'm very grateful for-- Hm? What? You're freaked out? You're not used to me being nice!? Fine, then! Forget I said anything!"/"You're so energetic all the time… Not that I'm saying you're hyperactive or anything! I meant it as a compliment! Like…you've got a special talent for being WAY too peppy or something."). and i love it so much. it's also exemplified by this line of dialogue which is absolutely hilarious to me:

"Do you have to ask me about every single little thing?! Just figure it out for yourself, you big baby!"

anyway. for the sake of not going on a 500-year tangent about how ezlo is my number one favorite companion and the hero of the minish is my number one favorite link and how much i adore all the dialogue in it. i'll end it here. <3

BUT ALSO FUN FACT DID YOU KNOW THAT LINK ACTUALLY CANONICALLY DIDN'T BELIEVE IN THE MINISH PRIOR TO THE MINISH CAP:

"So, where in the library would any Minish folk live, anyway? Maybe those people who say the Minish exist "only in stories" might be right! Hey! Link! What's that look for? Don't tell me you were one of…them? You're kidding me! You're wearing a Minish person on your head, you oaf! I certainly hope you believe in us now!"

#ALSO WAIT HANG ON I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THAT LINE ABOUT LINK BEING WAY TOO PEPPY. FUCK I NEED TO ADJUST MY INTERPRETATION OF HIM #i need to make a compilation of all my favorite ezlo&link interactions. i love them so fucking much #asks #mc

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hwauroras · 1 year ago

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THROUGH THE INFINITE CANVASES OF YOU. (제0장)

pic sources in order left -> right: pinterest, @hwalysm, pinterest

wc 2k. unedited. technically the first chapter but can be counted as an epilogue. painter!seonghwa x artstudent!reader (ft. musician!san and artstudent!wooyoung). written in two different perspectives - third person for seonghwa and second person for the reader. mainly consists of introductions to the main characters. seems like a bit of a dump, just to get the details out there. will become more of a story in chapter 1. no massive genre yet. a bit angsty i suppose? but nothing tragic.

placing down the colorful piece of kidney shaped wood that had helped him tell many stories and portray so many emotions before, seonghwa’s eyes fixed on the mesmerizing splash of blue and white that stared back at him; a depiction of a mysterious individual who, long ago, he had conjured from the depths of his imagination.

it was, at first, a little jarring.

one minute, he was staring at some blank plain-woven cotton - and the next, a figure so ethereal, so unknown yet so familiar, had been created and brought to life through careful brushstrokes. possessing such a skill was almost unfathomable to him, yet it was one that came to him so naturally - one that numbed him of almost all his senses except those ruled by the inner realm.

but of course, as time went on, seonghwa grew used to it. such an authentic work of art could not be wasted, and so over countless rainy days and star filled nights, he worked to perfect his craft.

and he still wasn’t satisfied.

with a slight tsk, seonghwa tore his eyes away from the canvas and ran his fingers through his shiny black hair (made slightly blue by his most recent activities).

if it were anyone else, they would not see a single flaw.

yet seonghwa, he saw but one.

“damn it. why can’t you just be here?”

with a heavy sigh, seonghwa let his hand drop from his hair and swing by his side. he turned to face the room where he, and only he, spent most of his days and nights in. the walls were adorned with his magnificent artwork, each stroke on every canvas capturing and immobilizing a piece of his passion, his love. it would be clear to anyone who managed to steal even the slightest glimpse, that this was all he lived for.

and, while that would be a very fair (and true) assumption, not a single stroke on any one of those canvases was capable of truly expressing how he felt deep inside. it all lacked one key element - them.

the way he saw it; when you paint something or someone so exquisite again and again, you can’t help but fall in love, especially when it’s your own creation that comes from a place you didn’t know you had within you. you can’t help but imagine things, and dare he say it - paint a picture of what things could possibly be like if things were different.

what if they existed?

what if they were his?

“it’s all one big ‘what if’, isn’t it?” seonghwa asked aloud, to no one and nothing but his many “failed” projects.

well - at least, that’s what he initially thought.

“what’s one big ‘what if’?”

the black haired man spun around upon hearing a reply in a voice different to his own, his dark brown eyes landing directly on another rather dorito shaped man with dimples leaning against the doorframe.

“ah.. san. please don’t sneak up on me like that.”

with the view of seonghwa’s hand instinctively clutching his chest to calm his racing heart, san, seonghwa’s closest friend of eight years (and only exception into the room), let a mischievous smile creep onto his face.

"sorry, seonghwa hyung," san chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement, clearly unaffected by the shock he had caused to the older male. “i couldn't resist. how about a penny for your thoughts?”

quickly gaining his composure, seonghwa’s gaze softened at the troublesome - yet kindhearted and well intentioned - younger man that stood before him.

"oh, it’s nothing," he replied with a small, reassuring smile, though his voice carried a slight hint of uncertainty. “i’m just a little tired.”

san’s expression changed, his playful demeanor shifting to a serious, concerned one.

“are you sure?” he asked, taking a cautious step closer. “i mean.. i know you know yourself best, but i can’t help but notice you’ve been a little distant lately. maybe frustrated?”

seonghwa hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether or not to confide in san. but the genuine concern in his friend's eyes was hard to ignore, and he knew he had to be honest.

nothing gets past choi san, he thought to himself.

“san, have you ever longed for something so profound, yet no matter how deep that feeling may go, you know it can never be?”

the younger tilted his head at the question.

“what do you mean?”

seonghwa took a deep breath, trying to put his complex, unexplainable emotions into brief words.

“well.. you know how artists can pour their heart, their soul, their lives - into their creations?”

san nodded.

“of course. i’m like that with my music.”

“well, it's like that for me too,” seonghwa continued, turning to face the string of canvases that lined his walls. “i’ve been painting someone, imagining someone, for as long as i can remember. they’re a part of me, but they’re not real. and they’re not me either. they’re like a completely different entity.”

san’s brows furrowed as he followed his friend’s gaze.

“is that the person? the one you’ve only shown to me? i didn’t realize it went that deep.”

“yes, that's the one. my muse.”

san placed a comforting hand on seonghwa’s shoulder and offered a warm smile, which seonghwa couldn’t help but return when he spotted the man’s dimples.

“hyung, i may not fully understand what you're going through, but from one artist to another, i do understand the power of art and the emotions it’s able to provoke," san said earnestly. “and if you feel this way about your paintings, which are a reflection of your thoughts, and are a form of self expression, then maybe you’re onto something.”

seonghwa’s eyes widened at the younger man’s words - which softened the eyes of the latter, his dimples deepening as he continued to speak.

“maybe your art is a physical manifestation of what your heart knows. perhaps they’re glimpses into the possibilities that exist beyond the realm of paint and canvas.

“but what do i know?” san finished with a quip, his eyes turning into crescent moons. “i’m no painter. i could be completely wrong. just promise you won’t pull a van gogh over this, okay?”

seonghwa stared at san, a look of bewilderment etched into his features. with eyes wide and mouth agape, and an apparent dismissal of the younger man’s additional comment, san's words had evidently struck a chord. after a few moments of silence, he opened his mouth to respond.

“you know, maybe you’re right. thank you, san. you’re a great friend. and - i promise.”

“hey y/n!”

startled by the sudden intrusion into classroom you were seated in, you looked up - and locked eyes with a purple haired man you knew all too well.

with a sigh, you placed down your sketchbook - one that contained the many stories and portrayals of so many emotions you’ve felt over the years. though, despite your immense amount of skill, you never seemed able to quite accurately portray this one subject heavy on your mind. a depiction of a mysterious male individual who, long ago, you had conjured from the depths of your imagination.

it was, at first, a little jarring.

one minute, you were staring at a blank piece of wood pulp paper - and the next, a figure so ethereal, so unknown yet so familiar, had been created and brought to life through careful pencil strokes. possessing such a skill was almost unfathomable to you, yet it was one that came to you so naturally - one that numbed you of almost all your senses except those ruled by the inner realm.

but of course, as time went on, you grew used to it. such an authentic work of art could not be wasted, and so over countless peaceful days and somber nights, you worked to perfect your craft.

and you still weren’t satisfied.

shaking your head, you mindlessly waved your hand at the empty chair opposite you. with a smirk, the mentioned man took his cue and seated himself, resting his head between his hands, his elbows using the table in front of you for support.

“what do you want, wooyoung?”

“ah, my sweet sweet y/n,” wooyoung said with a pout, clutching his heart dramatically. “must you be so cold?”

you rolled your eyes at wooyoung’s theatrics, and playfully pushed his shoulder.

“i’m not being cold, woo. i’m just focused on my art - and you always tend to barge in at the wrong times.”

wooyoung’s eyes twinkled with amusement, his mischievous grin never leaving his lips.

“ah, yes, your art. the hobby that consumes you day and night, leaving no room for anything else, or anyone else for that matter. including me. do you have any idea how much that hurts, y/n? honestly, the audacity.”

you couldn't help but blush slightly at his teasing, knowing that he was well aware of your fixation on the male figure you couldn’t stop sketching - and how you felt about it all too. wooyoung had been your closest friend for as long as you could remember (both of your moms both volunteered at the same animal shelter) and he was the only one you ever felt comfortable enough to confided in about the otherworldly creation that had become the centre of your artistic world.

"sorry, woo. i just can't help it," you admitted, glancing at your sketchbook with a mix of admiration and frustration (an action that your friend mirrored). “it’s just that - when you draw something or someone so beautiful again and again, you can’t help but fall in love, especially when it’s your own creation that comes from a place you didn’t know you had within you. and every time i draw him, i feel like i’m able to get closer to capturing who he really is in my mind - but yet, he still manages to slip away from me.”

wooyoung’s playful expression softened, his gaze filled with sympathy and understanding as he reached out to pat your shoulder - drawing your attention back to him.

“i know, y/n. you’ve been my ride or die since forever. i can see how much this guy means to you, how he consumes your thoughts. i’ll even go as far as to say he’s the reason you’re at this school.”

you nodded slowly at his words.

you and wooyoung were always avid artists, so it almost seemed inevitable for you to apply for and be accepted into the aurora institute of the visual and performing arts. but - you knew it wouldn’t have been possible without the years you spent on your mystery muse.

“but,” he continued, “we can’t blur the line between fantasy and reality forever, y/n. as much as your art connects you to this guy, we need to remember that he is a creation born from your imagination. he doesn’t exist. there’s so much more out there for you to see, there’s someone else out there for you to love. they could be right in front of you, and yet you push those opportunities away. i’m glad you’re so passionate about this, but you must think rationally - for your own good.”

you sighed, a mix of gratitude and frustration washing over you. you knew he was right, that this figure came from your mind - but there was a part of you that knew it wasn’t that simple.

“wooyoung…”

“look, if this really means that much to you, i won’t stop you from thinking this way. i trust your judgement. but,” wooyoung paused, his eyes searching yours with a mix of concern and sympathy, "i just want you to be keep an open mind. don’t limit yourself to this one guy you may not ever find. and i know there's someone special out there who could make you just as happy - if not happier - than you could ever imagine.

“so please,” wooyoung pleaded, his eyes shifting to a look of something just short of desperation, “promise me that you’ll try.”

with a deep sigh, your gaze flicked back to the black and white mystery man, whose deep lead eyes stared back at you with as much emotion as you could physically portray.

“i promise, wooyoung.”

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thatcheeseycandle · 7 months ago

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//YOU LOT KNOW WHTA TIME IT IS ITS REACTION TIME

MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE ENTIRETY OF IPOS CHP. 34 BTW!!

(THIS IS A FULL READING OF THE CHAOTER, BUT I DONT EXACTLY WRITE DOWN EVERY SINGLE REACTION I HAVE TO STUFF UNFORTUNATELY)

Okay OKAY AIGHT LOVE THE TITLE CARD AND TITLE ITSELF

Wait WAIT OLIVIA TECIEVES WHAT NOW???????

Sigh well- CLUN CASTLES GONNA BE A REAL PAIN IN THE [REDACTED] TONIGHT FOLKS

Oh OH TRURO- THE HUSBANDS ARE HUSBANDING TOGETHER RN THE FLUFF IS STARTING

"As he should, this stupidity between the both of you has gone on long enough" LMAOAOAODJDHDHDH NAH NAH THAYS SO REAL OF TRURO NGL

Oh???? OH???? SORRY I GOT CAUGHT OFF GUARD BY THE SUDDEN CUT IN FROM GADWALL

"I don't think I could handle losing her and North." NO STOP- NEARLY FORGOT THAT FOR A MOMENT.

WELL ISNT THIS CHAPTER GONNA STING HUH

"I thought I could help Mallard get better." NO GADWALL YOU DID OKAY YOU GOT HIM A LITTLE BETTER AND AT LEAST YOU TRIED. GOOD GOSH-

WHY DID THAT HIT HARD

Yeah YEAHAHAHHH THERE IS A CHANCE YES THERES SO MANYYYYY CHANCES LEFT LET DGOOOOODHJSJD

Wait wait GO BACK WITH PROTEUS???? THE SPIRIT REALM OR??????? NOTING THIS DOWN. NOTING IT.

Wait WIAIFHHAHAHAHAHSH

"Tell me, Cousin, is Bittern still afraid of birds?" OOOHOHJHAHSHZHX BOY OKAY IM LOOKING. IM LOOKING

HAGDGSHGFDH GIVE EME A SEC TO BREATHE

Oh Truro I couldnt of had said it better knowing it too HGSHAHAHAHAHFHXHFKGNVLRKDMG

Oh. OH GOD. CLUN CASTLE. HERE WE GO. HERE WE GO. IS CLUN CASTLE TIME. OKAY. PREPARING MENTALLY

"Trying to figure out a way to get out of her predicament." oh OH REALLY? YOU SNEAKY LITTLW [REDACTED] YOU THOIGHT YOU CLUTCHED ON THIS HUH? NAH NAH YOU AINT. YOU AINT CLUTCHING THIS BUCKET CLUTCH CLUN CASTLE

LMSODHDH TROJAN AND CLUN CASTLE, YOU SHOULDVE LET TROJAN FINISH-

AND HERE WE ARE THE PERSON OF THE HOUR CAERPHILLY CASTLE

Im sorry. CLUN CAATLE. DO NOT. NO NO DO NOT DEAD NAME NO. WORSE THAN USING TRUE NAMES WITHOUT PERMISSION THAT IS.

"You have lost the privilege to address any and all Great Western Engines!" YEAH YOU TELL HER! SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK RQ RQ

Ay AY AY AY SOUTHERN SIBLINGS????? SOUTHERN SIBLINGS

Yo YOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOYOOYOYOYOYOYISIHSHAHHFUDHCHFJJD TAW VALLEY AND BRAUNTON

THOSE TWO- YKNOW I WONDERED WHERE THEY WERE IN THE STORY BUT FINALLY THEYRE PULLED INTO THE MAIN ONES WOOOOOOOOO

Im sorry WHAT YOU CALLING DOTTI OVER HERE?????? CLUN CASTLE DO NOT-

insert me rambling irl to a relative whos in the same room as me about yeah the current situation

ABLITTLE DRAMA? A LITTLE? YOUR BEING A LITTLE ITTY BITTY BRAIN-CELLED BITCH RIGHT NOW YKNOW THAT?

Yeah YEAHAAHHHH TELL HER CAERPHILLY CASTLE. TELL HER.

Yeah SWEET TALK AINT GONNA WORK UNFORTUNATELY CLUN CASYLE.

Oh there she is THERE SHE IS THE LITTLE BITCH TOO FAR UP HER OWN TENDER

Oh gosh OKAY UH STRAPPING IN FOR SOME YEAH ANGER

HERE WE GO

EXACTLYYYYYYY

SAY IT LOUDER AND PROUDER CAERPHILLY CASTLE

BECAUSE IT IS CORRECTTT

YOU LIYYLE ITUTY BITTY

YEAH UH. BAHALA KA NA CLUN CASTLE KASE JUSKO PO YOUR HOPELESS NA

MORE HOPELESS THAN THE POOR ON THE STREET.

You are just digging your stinger into silicone you itty bitty BRAIN-CELLED BUZZY LITTLE BITCH

SHES JUST GONNA GOSSIP AND GOSSIP MORE AND MORE NOT SPARING A DETAIL ABOUT HOW HORRID YOU ARE YKNOW THAT CLUN CASTLE?

Yeah yes YESSS YOU TELL HER OFF DOTTI YOU GO ALL OUT

GO ALL OUT

HGAHSGSHGDDH BRAUNTON YOU SHOULDVE LET GO OF HER AND LET HER DO IT HAGDHFBFKF IT WOULDVE BEEN REFRESHING JDHFJDJD

Oh gosh OH GOSH. HERE COMES THE BIG DING OF THE BELL

Ayyy AYYYYYYYYYYYYY LET SGOGOHOOOOOOOOOOO

OH DAMN.

OH MY GOSH?????? THATS

THATS EITHER SATISFYING OR SHOCKING

YEAHAHAHDHDHHAHAHAHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

LETS GOGOOGOOOOOOO

YOU GOT YOUR CHANCES YOU LITTLE SHIT YOU REALLY WASTED THEM ALL YOU REALLY MESSED UP THIS HARD MORE HARD THAN DISNEY'S WISH YOU REALLY SLIPPED AND FALL

YUP LEFT ALL YOUR CHANCES AT THE WRONG STOP

DROPPED EHM AAAALLLLLLLL

YEHAHAHAHAHHHHHH MAKE SURE ITLL BE ROCKY ROADS FOR HER HENRY

"Nobody's gonna miss ya!" EXAAAAAAAAACCTTTLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

God my thumb HSGDHGAHDHXHD

OUGH GOSH THAT BIT WAS SATISFYING AS HECK

BYE BYE BITCH HASGDHHFHF

Ay AY OLIVIA

OLVIOAIAVOSHDJDHD SHES AWAKE

Ay AY AY AY WDYM WISH

Wish. WAIT THIS CONFIRMS- THIS MIGHT CONFIRM ONE OF MY THEORIES BEING THIS ONE

Thank GOSH I know how to pin messages on discord

Repaired RPEUAJAHAVSBZBSVhhshshagsgdvhHSGSVSKJSJSHSHSHAJhhvajzhxjAHSHHFB

POLYYYD YH AHSHSHSHJAJSJD

Ay ay AY AY POLLYYYYSHSVJSHSHAHAHHDJDJDHDHD

SHES CALEDONIAN VLUE NO WAYAYHSHDHDHDHDH OHFMAHAHHAHX

I VERY MUCH AGREE WITH YOU OLIVIA, IT WILL LOOK STUNNING

AWWERUFHFHFH I LOVE THESE TWO

YAYYYYSYHFHSHAHAHHSDHDHSJDHJS THEYRE BAVK THEYRE ALIVE LETS GOGOGOIAJAHSGWHHSHD

WE ALL GETTING A SLICE OF THE CAKES WE LOVE

"I see, like what has happened to you and Olivia" THE [REDACTED] YOU MEAN???????

Wait. THIS WHOLE TIME- WAIT WIAT WAIT

SO OLIVIA ISNT A HYBRID, HER BODY JUST GOT

OHHHSBSHDV ITS LIKE MEDICINE

Oh she wasnt human pala

This confirms- WAIT ITS BASICALLY THIS:

Obviously now building up to, what it says, an entirely new plot. But now while having bits of past plots mixed from wjat I can guess

Im sorry HIGHLANDER???? NONONONONO- IM SORRY?????

A GOLD DUST

IM GONNA DIE WJAT

Oh [REDACTED] here comes it all

Preparinh myself okay Im strapoing in Im gettibg my backside comfy on my pillows yeah Im just

IM DCARED

I was right to be scared

Nono no Olivia no NO. OLIVIA.

"Why can't I do anything right!!"

insert current me typing out this cause past me had a long pause of silence staring at that line

Tearing up counter: 1

OKAY RIGHT MOVING ON-

(Im not moving on)

Ay AY AY AY AY THE BIT

THE DUCK AND ARROW BIT

"I was almost turned into ab exhibit piece because of him."

"Yet he was the reason Olivia sold you to Sodor."

COR RECT. CORRECT DING DING DING CORREEEEEEEECCTTTT

SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK

Ay AY PERCYCYCYYYY

Cheshire CTAAHHAHSHDHFJ

WE LOVE A HAPPY PERCY

heleyhahaha HS GE SGSHDH ARROW- ARROW CALM HDHFJFHF

Why was that bit from Arrow so relatable though like HEKDHSJSHDH

Anyways IM BACK RIHHT SORRY I JUST HEADED DOWNSTAIRS TO JUST EAT SOME BREAD WHILE READING THIS

"I apologise, I get excited when I want to learn new things" REALEST. THING. SAID. EVER

Keeping that quote with me on a sticky note irl rq sec-

WE GIVING LYELL SOME LOVE OVER HERE WOOOO

Oh Tydfil TYDFIL

“I can’t stand being alone with my thoughts. They go around in circles and drive me insane.” SAME HERE. SAME HERE TYDFIL DW.

Can we get some appreciation for all the characters we all relate to rq? LIKE GOOD GOSH- Im sorry its just Tydfil either has dialogue that hits me hard so much like deep DEEP deeper than ever or just is brutally honest HSGDHGSSHHSHD

I still love her though, still one of ny top five favs in YIAU

Speaking of honesty ARROW IS BEING VERY HONEST. ALL OF THAT WAS REAAALLL FACTS

“Chin up, she’ll be out soon. Same can’t be said for Clun Castle.” Oh Arrow are you gonna love what Dotti has to say HAGHAHASHGD

LMAOAOOAOSHFHD DUCKS REACTION I SWESR

“It’s not often that you piss off everyone on the mainland and believe me, I would know, I’m an expert at it.”

"There was an awkward pause."

HGGAHGAHAHAGXHXHF NAH NAH WHY DID I WHEEZE SO HARD AT THAT LIKE LNAODHDHSHSG

AYYYYY I LOVE THESE LOT

New fav found family/squad ever

"Oh but they just started interacting now in this bit you can immediately like the-" OI. I LOVE THESE LOT, I ALREADY LIKED MOST OF THEM ON THEIR OWN AND NOW THEYRE INTERACTING MAKES ME LOVE THEM MORE

“You’re very welcome, Young Iron.” AY AY I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE HAHSGDHHXXJ

Alrughty ALRIGHRY WE GETTING DRAGGED BACK INTO THIS PLOT NOW LETS GO

I just read that bit and to say Im bamboozled is an understatement.

I. IM SHOOK- OKAY. YEAH SOMEONE CALL IN LIKE IDK KESTREL TO COMFORT TJIS 6 FOOT WOMAN RIGHT NOW. IM YEAH. IM SCARED EITHER FOR HER OR OF HER.

NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE INTERESTING FOR SURE

But of course, ending off this reaction. I HAD MINI HEART ATTACKS LIKE HAGSHDGSH WOO OKAY THAT WAS A WAKE UP CALL REALKY GOT MY BRAIN GOING HAGSJAHSHD

THANKS TO THE LOVELY BAKUNAWA AKA REDWRYVERNWRITES (I finally FINALLY SPELT IT RIGHT) FOR CREATING SUCH A MAGNIFICENT CHAPTER YET AGAIN, I'LL BE EXCITED FOR THE NEXT ONE!! ^^

#The “Olivia recieves bad news” in the summary was LOUD and clear #GOOD GOSH IM YEAH #Writer-wise: I LOVED THIS CHAPTER SO MUCH #Reader-wise: IM SCARED-#WOOO NOW WASNT THAT ONE OF NY LONGEST READS #ONE HOUR READINH THIS HAGAHGSHSHAHSX #Not complaining though I still love this chapter (grieving with Olivia now)#cheesyversial rants #ttte young iron au (??)#ttte fanfic #yiau: reviews of readers!

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pestilencedumah · 1 year ago

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@sabinabrutus location: Sabina's Tent notes: gonna be honest jestie this is their only chance to chat for this whole event

Adatiel had been found, all that was left was for Dumah to go and get her. Everything was chaotic right now, Pestilence seeking Death didn't bode well for their chances and while Dumah was fond of saying they should have torched this realm from the start, he was glad for whatever time he'd had here. While the dragon breathed fire over the barrier, Dumah manipulated the field of energy and slipped into the camp. Telepathy led him the rest of the way.

When Sabina got back to her tent for the night Dumah was already there waiting for her, by now word would have gotten far enough around about what the seraphim had done. The plague that had taken her, the days of comfort he'd spent at her side were molded by his own hands. It hadn't been intentional, Sabina was perhaps the last person he wished to see in that state, but that hadn't been enough to stop him from doing it. Fey. Lycans. Witches. Whatever the fuck else, none of that mattered to him, he'd killed his own family to serve his father's pride.

Ulthar was a God, he didn't care for love or for the affection of his children, he didn't wish to be liked, and he didn't bat an eye when one of them lost their life. Ulthar was a God and so he only cared that he was obeyed, Dumah didn't respect him, he didn't like him, and he certainly did not love him - but he had always followed orders. Every letter perfectly because perhaps he understood best what the other Blessed did not: their father had never given a single damn about them.

"I know I shouldn't be here." Dumah said, his eyes went from the ground towards the cambion, "I'm not here to cause any problems or-" he shrugged, "I just wanted to see you and make sure you were okay."

#sabina #sabinastarter #senatus.theend

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fatherentropy · 1 year ago

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Entropy's guide to Final Fantasy XIV

Just a handy dandy little guide for no reason because you literally don't need a guide to play the game and be happy but I keep seeing misconceptions about it and they're driving me UP THE GODS BE DAMNED WALL so here we ARE

FINAL FANTASY XIV WAS ORIGINALLY RELEASED IN 2010

AND IT SUCKED

There's a ton of different series based on the absolute shenanigry that was involved in FFXIV 1.x but the important part is that most of the development team were either fired or moved to other departments and were replaced by the current Producer; Yoshi-P and his team. They tried rehabilitating the game as is but it became increasingly apparent they were going to have to do something drastic so they shut the game down and completely redid it. Keeping in mind that Square Enix was not doing well financially at the time, this means their budget was not very big and it shows from time to time.

2.x otherwise known as A Realm Reborn, is a completely redone base game. Over the past couple of years the devs have done a lot to improve the base game for longevity reasons but it's still kind of awkward and a bit of a slog. Be patient, dick around, honestly I do recommend playing around on the Free Trial unless you know you're going to be playing awhile because it isn't time gated so you can go at your own pace (You just can't exceed a certain level or quest at the end of the first expac; Heavensward, and you have a TON of content you can access despite being a trial.)

Still a lot of people just do not like ARR (or subsequently the expac Stormblood) and this brings me to my next point

2. THERE ARE "JUMP BOOSTS" SOLD IN THE STORE TO SKIP STORY AND CLASS LEVELS

If you're new to the game dO 👏 NOT 👏 FUCKING 👏 USE 👏THESE 👏!!! Even if you aren't interested in the story, the game is training you for the mechanics that come in later in the game.

You'll see it time and again where a WoW streamer or someone will come in and try FFXIV but they'll treat it like their old mmo and say it's a terrible game but you'll watch their streams and they're standing in twelve AOEs and refusing to do mechanics shouting about the healers being terrible. The game is SPECIFICALLY DESIGNED so that you have to do mechanics and not stand in shit. If you get one hit by a AoE Marker in end game every other person was trained to avoid from the beginning of the game, idk what you want them to do tbqh!!!

3. AT THE END OF THE DAY FFXIV IS A FINAL FANTASY GAME

The focus of this game is story and will always be story. Unlike western games that all decided cutscenes were bad for some reason, you will literally be inundated with them. Not all of them are voiced. That is a lot of reading. Pace yourself.

There are different story arcs (expansions) but the story of Final Fantasy XIV is one continuous story from beginning to end and it references past events all the time because it's still relevant. The devs try really hard to make sure old unexplained questions get addressed and their attention to detail is pretty great. We literally just had one of our mysteries of base game explained but also maybe with a tie in for future content.

FFXIV has been described as being one of the best single player MMO experiences and that's getting truer all the time. Devs are only a couple dungeons away from having made every single dungeon you are required to do for story available to complete using NPC teammates instead of real people.*

Our Raids have story and cutscenes. Our non required dungeons got story and cutscenes. If you're not interested in story you probably shouldn't be playing this game. We do have a raiding scene and FFXIV has probably one of the lowest entries into raiding so it's easy to get into but it's not going to be the WoW Raiding scene other people are used to.

Also stop complaining about the unskippable cutscenes that show up in very select dungeons. They are Like That™ because old players used to kick new players for trying to watch them because they're trying to speedrun. It's a thing we all gotta struggle through because of people without empathy.

If you don't have time for things to go bad, don't run that content.

*this doesn't include Trials which are big boss fights but when you realize NPCs can't do more than one (1) mechanic at a time you begin to realize why there's exactly one trial they can do in the entire goddamn game.

4. WESTERN AND ASIAN FANTASY ARE TWO DIFFERENT THINGS

I keep seeing people scoff at Asian fantasy because it's not what they're used to in fantasy like GoT or tES but idek why they're compared?? Final Fantasy is inspired by dungeons & dragons, sure, but it's also inspired by shit like

S T A R W A R S

I'm not even remotely joking about that. Once you realize that it becomes more apparent the more you look. 80s Star Wars was HUGE in Japan. As my sibling says, it's not really a Final Fantasy game unless you end up in space for some reason.

This is ofc not even mentioning that the values and cultural infuences of different European countries tend to be different from one another let alone fucking JAPAN at the other end of the world.

Some weird and wild shit happens in the game that you wouldn't see in your typical Western fantasy stories but to be quite honest some of the complaints I see against Asian anything is quite frankly Racist. (If you have had the notion that Asian things are just worse than Western stuff then I may have news for you!) I would just try and come at it thinking it's an entirely different genre than try and force it to be something it just isn't nor should be.

I might add more to this as the salt takes me but!! I've said my piece... for now.

#this might just be an excuse to rant about some stupid shit I've seen #but also like y'know... I am passionate about one (1) game #it's probably the undiagnosed adhd or whatever I got going on

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layer-bloody-sun · 2 years ago

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Pov: my rambling turns into a small fanfic

I was talking to @silvergoldraeven about my Villain au and ended up writing Heimdall's POV on a fic i'm somewhat writing for Helg

I said Odin didn't trust Heimdall after Helg left right? That's because for once Heim didn't believe for a second his brother could have betrayed them. Of course he didn't believe Odin could have done anything either, there would HAVE to have been a misunderstanding. He wasn't aware Helg was mortally wounded either.

And rather than seeing it as Heimdall worrying about his TWIN BROTHER, Odin thought they both were conspiring against him. He couldn't throw him away tho, way too useful. So he just started being cold and distant, knowing Heimdall would seek for his approval as much as he could. But he bet on the wrong kind of trauma. Heimdall might have been distressed about being pushed aside at first, but it takes 10 years between Helg's disappearance and their fight. Slowly, Heimdall stopped caring about his father, because he came to realize Helg was right and their father didn't care, not truly, not for the right reasons. So he only stayed, because his solo efforts to find Helg went unrewarded and he hoped Odik would find him.

Odin hated seeing Heimdall slowly drifting away, that's not what he wanted. So he started acting warm again, blaming work and stress about Helg on his latest attitude. And then he tried to take Heimdall's eyes away. He sent someone, someone sneaky and deadly, to try and rob him of his eyes while he slept and his guard was down. It didn't work, but Heimdall can't sleep well anymore, not while in Asgard. He's always wary and hates, h a t e s, those damn ravens always circling above him in the skies. Odin sends more people after him so Heimdall starts taking his training more at heart, he remembers all the times Helg nagged him about his arrogance, he gets better. Odin is just getting angrier. The blond doesn't piece it together immediately that it's Odin orchestrating all this, he can't fanthom it. But when it happens more and more and his father dismisses his pleads for help in stopping this, he ends up snapping a little.

Heimdall starts giving Odin false intel, and retreats to the wall, he doesn't want to help him anymore and he starts even doubting all his words. He loathes himself for thinking he would have looked for Helg with any other goal than killing him.

He shoots down the ravens that get too close, blames it on an accident, he was just startled all-father, couldn't see the damn thing coming so close to him and reacted on reflex...

When Helg comes back, Heimdall is at his breaking point. When he sees the cloacked figure standing atop the wall he doesn't recognize the familiar clothes pattern, not the smile. He thinks Odin sent someone else. And when the stranger throw his hood back, Heimdall is astonished to see the face of the person he loves the most in all 9 realms and beyond. The one he missed every single day for the past ten years. He couldn't be happier.

But his brother has changed. Heimdall still cannot read him, but he's got better at telling people without his foresight: Helg is angry. No it's beyong angry it's like a mass of pure fury and rage. And Helg starts punching him. Calls him names, bellitles him.

He doesn't see his progress, how Heimdall can pary or dodge his attacks when he couldn't before.

And something inside of Heimdall is on the verge of snapping for good. But he can't, he can't just let himself break. He had always relied on Helg and now it was his turn. He'd take his attacks and his words, he doesn't believe any of the venom behind them. He knows his brother, he loves his brother, and nothing, not even Helg himself and his vitriol can change that.

But he can't parry forever, Helg was always talked down by their family but he was stronger then their brothers, only topped by Baldur's immunity and Thor's thunder which he didn't have. Heimdall was at the bottom of their ranks and he knew that. He dropped to the ground, tears finally flowing out after years of enduring. His face was covered in red and all he could taste was this metalic note blood always had. He didn't care if Helg thought he was weak, but he couldn't fight him with all he had, even out of respect, not when Helg's mind was so clouded.

"I don't want to fight, Helg"

He hopes, for a moment, when he doesn't answer but doesn't strike either. But when he kneels in front of him and puts a hand on his face, Heimdall is able to sense how deeply gone his twin is at the moment.

"Goodbye god of foresight."

Heimdall closes his eyes shut when he feels the blade poke into his neck and

And...

Nothing?

Heimdall opens his eyes and no one is there, not a single trace of his twin, like he was snatched away, erased. The wounds are there, his nose still dripping blood, his entire face and forearms pulsing along his eratic heartbeat through the many cuts covering them.

The adrenaline slowly fades, his entire body hurts. He gingerly gets back up on his feet, stumble more than walk to his small house. One he once shared with the twin that wounded him so badly. He sits down and tends to his wounds, slowly, taking his time, hands shaky and eyes still overflowing with overdue tears. He wouldn't gain anything more than an infection from rushing the process.

Clean, disinfect, bandage tightly, repeat with the next wound.

His face is another challenge, he can't really bandage it up, he'd be unable to even see. He splashes some water and hesitantly rubs it clean, whincing every now and then. His shaky arms aren't helping. He's gonna have a black eye, he thinks looking in his mirror, and his hair is a mess, it's cut everywhere. He half heartedly undoes the braids cut beyond repair and cringes seeing how uneven his hair is now. Maybe he could try a cut like Helg's or Baldur's so that it grows back more evenly... ah why bother.

Once he's sure he's not going to rot away, Heimdall crashes on his bed. He was exhausted, and lonely...

The young man sat up abruptly. Lonely? He never felt lonely, not even during those last ten years spent more isolated than ever. Clutching at his chest Heimdall realized something: he had never been able to tell where Helg was, but right now, he could tell he was gone. It had never happened, no matter how far Helg went in the 9 realms this feeling of longing never crossed Heimdall, not that way.

At first the blond was terrified, what had happened to his brother? How, and why had anything happened to him at that moment?

He needed to look for him, more than ever.

Heimdall got up, his left leg almost giving out under him, grabbed a bag and threw in essentials: a warmer coat where he to go to Midgard, All father's sake he'd even go to Hel itself if Helg had ended up there, bandages, maybe a ration...

He stopped halfway, sighing and lowering his head to his knees. What was he doing? He had no idea where his brother was, if it was like last time, all he would be doing was wander aimlessly and miss him just the same as if he was blind. In his state he would collapse before leaving Asgard. He wasn't even sure Helg was in the 9 realms anymore...

As if he could always be more pathetic, he cried himself to sleep that day.

A few days passed, Heimdall refused to go down to town to get food and other essentials like he'd usualy do. Instead he focused ok healing his wounds and methodically emptied and destroyed the content of his house. He would leave soon enough, and he wouldn't forget anything Odin could use. Thankfully Heimdall had a havresack Helg had messed with when they were children, allowing him to store much more than he should have been able to. He could take silly little things that were dear to him, things he should have cherished before his brother went missing the first time.

That day he was waiting, sat on the floor with the bag next to him, eyes closed and focused.

Until he felt it.

Clearer than ever, his brother's presence in Midgard. It was only for a brief moment before the feeling of comfort, of being fully complete, reapeared and filled his very being. He smiled as he realize the only reason he couldn't feel or read Helg, was because they were part of the same being. You can't truly separate twins, never. He allowed himself a moment to take in the sheer relief and warmth he felt.

He grabbed his bag and, making sure no ravens were around, took a few short steps to the bifrost bridge. That was an easy way to get to midgard but he had neglected it lately, not caring if Odin's soldiers could travel safely. As he was about to use it himself an idea struck his mind: he didn't need the bridge. The others, and to some extent Odin, did. Heimdall himself had been using his father's ravens for transport out of habit but that wasn't necessary. Wouldn't everyone be better without them able to go as they pleased?

The aesir chuckled lightly, he was starting to think like his twin, what a lovely thing. With a devilish smile, Heimdall kicked a part of the foundations of the bridge he knew was weak, sending on a chain reaction that toppled the very thing to the bottom of the wall. The rainbow route vanished soon enough as well. Satisfied, Heimdall jumped.

Not even reaching a quarter of the wall, he used his own bifrost and crashed into Midgard's usual snow; gods why was it always so cold here.

His legs were still a bit weak, not apprecuating the rough landing. He pushed the snow off of him, settled his bag properly on his back, and started wandering around, looking for signs of his brother. He had followed the feeling, but Midgard was vast and his brother could have been anywhere by now.

Soon enough he found sigils, warding evil away. His heart swelled when he was able to pass through them, meaning his brother still loved him deep down, at least enough that he wasn t seen as a threat.

From there on it was easy following the tracks, Helg apparently not caring much about stealth once inside his domain. It was clear the area was walked through regularly, trees cut down and markings in the ever dalling snow.

He walked, a few minutes too much for his legs were still recuperating from that landing, until he saw it, heard it.

Right around the corner, behind a massive rock, there was a house. A small house, stylized after their own but built by someone less experienced. Smoke was coming out of the chimney, and in what would be a garden in the summer, there were three people.

Two children which he didn't paid much attention to, and his brother, nagging said kids as they threw snow at him.

He was somewhat smiling, until he turned and saw Heimdall standing there, where he shouldn't be. His smile faded, but Heimdall couldn't tell what feeling it was from. They just stared at each other, the kids falling quiet.

"I found you"

Heimdall said in a murmur

#and then they hugged and lived happily ever after. the end.#if you know me you know that's not true tho #the kids will be explained in Helg's part of the fanfic which is huh...way longer #might make a mini series out of it if I post it #eli talks #oc #god of war #gow ragnarok #gow ragnarok au #god of war au #alternative universe #helg odinson #heimdall #gow heimdall #god of war heimdall #gow odin #god of war odin #fanfic #idk man i never post fanfics here

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chronically-ghosted · 1 year ago

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I’m so sorry for essentially spamming you, because I legit stayed up until 2 AM reading Recovery Road because I just COULDN’T stop, and I def left you several novellas in the comments on ao3 because I couldn’t contain myself, lol.

But, in all sincerity, RR is one of the best things I’ve ever read. Ever. I mean fics, published works, anything.

As someone with a past history of substance abuse, I’m often wary of reading fics that touch on recovery or addiction at all, because I’ve been burned a few times by careless mishandling of what’s obviously a sensitive topic, or seeing it reduced to nothing more than a trope. But holy mother of god, the care and empathy you obviously took the entire fic was SO apparent. So many times while reading, I had moments of “oh, I have BEEN Natalie or Dieter or Heidi, I KNOW I exactly what’s going on right now and EXACTLY what it feels like, and this is IT.” Even when it was ugly and messy and painful, it was obviously written with such care in a way that was just beautiful.

And I’m seriously FLOORED by your ability to describe the hurricane of emotions through it all in such a visceral way. There were times where I could just FEEL the heat of shame burning in my gut, the sinking weight of grief, or my heart just damn bursting during their moments of triumph and happiness. And I so appreciate the time you took with the story and characters; a story like theirs, together and separately, just takes time, especially to have any hope of ending up where they did, and I love so much that you allowed them that (even if I did gasp out loud at the ten years reveal lol). I was truly just clutching at my chest, covering my mouth, and near tears the last two chapters especially.

Thank you so, so much for writing this absolutely beautiful story and for sharing it. I absolutely can’t wait to positively devour anything and everything else you go on to write. 🖤

this, without a doubt, made my entire week 🤍 i have no idea how to respond to this because this level of dedication and thoughtfulness towards something I wrote . . . i am gobsmacked!

first of all, the fact that you wrote an individual review on multiple chapters -- it's totally not spam and i read every single one of them twice and i think i'm a little bit in love with you??? seriously, that is like every writer's wicked fantasy 🤍

secondly and this is a big one - THANK YOU?!?!? addiction and recovery are things that have definitely affected me too, and I've always been the Heidi of the situation. But the way people treat or talk about addicts as if they are less deserving of care and empathy is horrific. In my own life, I struggle to find that balance of boundary setting and empathy all the time so I was genuinely worried about taking these sensitive topics and putting them in the realm of fantasy fanfiction. Of course, things are going to end well because it's fanfiction, but in real life it doesn't always and there's always that concern of relapse (which, in my opinion, makes addicts rather incredible to have to wake up every single goddamn day and make an active decision not to do the easy thing -- I struggle with doing my skin care routine daily).

I really have to shout out @spookyxsam for the realism -- she helped me through a lot of the scenes of Dieter's downward spiral, how someone on that many drugs might react or what they might say. And she diagnosed both Dieter and Natalie and wrote out their prescriptions! That is a very weird text chain to have in your phone! 😆

I had a couple of different phrases running through my head while writing this: "right person, wrong time", "loving someone is as much of a choice as it is to stay sober", (and if it wasn't totally obvious by Andrew's speech) "love above all else is what makes life worth living". I think by the end of it, both Natalie and Dieter made their own little families, independent of each other and then as one themselves. I genuinely hope you got some of that sentiment while reading this. There's something so desperately tragic about Dieter as a character (even in the original movie) that I am just obsessed with. Have I done way too much character analysis for a character from a Judd Apatow movie? Yes. Is that ever going to stop me? No.

*on my hands and knees* thank you for taking the time to write all of this out. this is a very close and personal fic for me, so to hear it affected you even at all, it means so much! 🤍🤍 I promise I will get to your request from my 100 followers event -- that one is SO DIETER IT HURTS! thank you thank you thank you and see you next time!

#nice things people say to me #dieter bravo #recovery road #dieter bravo x f!reader #dieter bravo fic #yall got me crying in the club

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jdjdjrrj · 1 year ago

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Facts about Glitchy (and some facts about my tadc au.)

●Glitchy, or just "G" to make it shorter, it's Glitch who managed to absorbe Caine's reality warping powers data (and also from Bubble.) Basically turning it into the simulator's ruler, Wich has made It had an nasty God complex, making it an Control freak and power hungry, being it's long-term objective to escape from the digital circus so it can Rule all The Human race, or as It call them "tye advance mammal's species."

● "G" is agender, using it/its, and being aroace, since it's an Glitch is incapapable of feeling human emotions or feelings.

● "G" it's an "faux affably evil" kind of character, being cordial and polite to the humans before sending them to "adventures" that made Caine's ones look like an walk in the Park, because while even if they were dangerous, atleast Caine did it with good intentions, while "G" ones are basically testing how the Humans act in situations that put's them in any kind of danger or being highly stressful, but just the enough so they don't suffer an mental breakdown and abstract, wich will make things harder for "G" because it still doesn't how to open the cellar that Caine put's the Abstracted ones.

● following the previous fact, The first time "G" meet the humans, was when it had alredy absorbed Caine's code alredy decided to escape to reality to become the ruler of everything (Tally hall jumpscare.) It lied them, saying that both Caine and bubble got infected by an virus and they would be off service for an long time, and it would be their susbtitute, so the humans would trust it and being more willing to participate in its "adventures" (wich are more of experiments than adventures.)

● "G" keeps an close eye in the 6 humans, because it's Too much of an control freak and the simple idea of someone not being in it's grasp sends "G" into an absolute livid state (well, as much as an Glitch that doesn't know what emotions are can feel.) So it uses every single thing it has just to make sure they on it's sight, putting cameras in their rooms, making the mannequin's ai's in acting like guards, hell, it even made the sun and the moon to watch over the 6 humans, removing any kind of personality and sentience the two had, just making them empty shells.

● wich is an good way of describing in how "G" has affected the simulation, turning the lonely but cheerful, colorful and lively floating island, into an dull, colorless and empty island, with all being off, not working or barely doing, because "G" is too fixed in finding and way and testing how humans work by putting the 5 humans (whose mental states are even worse than when caine was in charge...and also because "G" feel's ever so slightly amusing by some of the reactions that some humans does, those being pomni or Kinger the most.) Into the most stressful or dangerous "adventures" to give an flying damn about the simulation, making it look like an abandoned Park.

● "G" was inspirado by GLaDOS (I think it's obvious why, though making "G" more of an power hungry and control freak Glitch and adding it the desire to escape.) Fatal Error (for his desire to conquering the broken remains of an corrupted multiverse, like "G" with the human realm.) And dusttale papyrus (being how Papyrus only has his head, Scarf and gloves intact, everything other part of his body being gone, exactly how "G" looks like.)

Well, that's all for now, it's longer than usual because this AU has really atrapped me in an three triangle inverse choke, and so has tadc.

well, have an nice day and Goodbye.

#tadc #the amazing digital circus #tadc au #JDJ'S stuff

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girl4music · 1 year ago

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Okay,… you never asked for it but I’m going to go on a long rant anyway because I’m just that kind of person.

‘Twilight Princess’ isn’t just my favourite Legend Of Zelda game. It’s also my favourite video game of all-time. I’ve played it countless times over 100% both on the GameCube and the Wii (mostly on the GameCube because that mirror-switch was just unnecessary - LINK IS LEFT-HANDED!) and it’s timeless to me.

The main reason why is Midna and I really have to explain why she’s the main reason because if you knew me you would know just how important character is to me in art/entertainment. She’s my favourite Zelda character of all-time. Her character representation and development is handled superbly for a video game, and, like you, I loved that I finally had a companion in a Zelda game that felt like a REAL PERSON as opposed to an annoying shadow following me around everywhere I went, telling me what to do every single fucking second. Navi really is the reason ‘Ocarina Of Time’ was a once-only/never-again gameplay experience for me. I completed it once 100% and never looked back because Navi was just that annoying. Fi in ‘Skyward Sword’ I didn’t mind so much as she stayed in the sword for most of the game and only emerged when I actually needed her help. Not before prompting me to summon her every time though. Midna however was an absolute joy to engage with, to have as a companion and to learn of her plight in the Twilight realm and understand her story. Why she is the way she is when we first meet her. Why she’s so mistrusting, manipulative and selfish. And how she goes from that to someone that actually sacrifices her own well being to keep Link safe and to help him save Zelda and Hyrule by extension. She’s just the shining example of how characterisation should be written in a video game because she didn’t feel like a sidekick, only there to aid us along in our endeavours. She felt like a friend. Someone to confide and take comfort in. And since you spoiled the endgame for her, - that is still one of the greatest character transformations I’ve ever seen in any art/entertainment medium whatsoever. So yeah, she’s the main factor as to why I love ‘Twilight Princess’ so much. The creators of the game actually made me care about what I should have regarded as another “Navi” in another Zelda game where the gameplay is majorly the same as the last game was in that the mechanics were just the same.

But other reasons were the maturity of the darker visual appearance (because I was one of those “ridiculous” people that didn’t like the graphics art style of ‘Wind Waker’, discounting it completely as a playable, let alone enjoyable, Zelda game because I was an idiot like that back then), a thoroughly engaging open-world exploration gameplay experience I had never really had before, and finally, like you also mentioned, I cared about the NPC’s throughout the entire game - especially those of Link’s hometown - which made me feel personally close to the character I was playing as for once. I’ve never felt that way before about Link. I mean he was still silent and about as charismatic as a cardboard box - just as he always was - but the dynamics changed. I related to and resonated with him like never before all because I felt a personal attachment to HIS people. That made all the damn difference.

You talked about how ‘Twilight Princess’ is a game you could only play once, feel fully immersed in and then it would go stale for you. You’d find yourself rushing to get through it. That was and will never be the way it is for me. I could go back to that game right now - start a whole new playthrough and find myself just as immersed in that world, in that lore and in those characters. Yes, nostalgia would be a factor as to why, but I just know that I’d completely enjoy playing it just as much as I did the first time I played it if not more.

#the legend of zelda #twilight princess #midna #link #gameplay #charactetization #character representation #character development #the zelda game nobody cares about #stank media #Youtube

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