#GUYS THEY ARE PEFECT

[potatoesmoomaddie]

Whisper duo in every sherbverse world!!

Icarus and Athena:TRAGIC CUTE LOVE EM ANGST

Ajax and helios: I LOVE THESE TWO THEY ARE SO SILLY GOOFY

Krit and Solaris:WE MET SOLARIS ONCE AND I LOVE THEM AND KRIT IS JUST A LIL GUY

Rina and athena:Athena is the streamer on the sherbertquake56 channel

Helix and theia:YES ENGIMENEERS

No craft Athena :(

No GMS Athena :(

No portal Athena :(

Ripley and Aelin:AELIN IS THE CAPTAIN OF DIS SHIP

No potioncraft Athena :(

Caine and phoenix:have we actually met phoenix can we please 🙏

No bound smp Athena :(

No viewer smp Athena :(

[bradandchris]

Ugh. This was not what he wanted for his post. Chris swore he had a filter for ‘hot mess.’ This… whatever it was… This was perfect. He didn’t want that.

Ok. This was getting more than annoying. Chris needed to think imperfectly.

Hmmmmm. Maybe Lindsey Lohan had an app… Chris dove in the App Store to find out.

Sure enough, she did not.

[royaltydarkness]

Bunny boy. 🐰

[princehendir]

We're so back.

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

I have such an important interview tomorrow and instead of trying to prepare, I'm obsessing over She Kills Monsters. Like a responsible person.

[quietmtntown]

fandom when characters that aren't cartman like butters/stan/ect don't like saints

[boowhumps]

Whumptober 2023

Day 2

(@whumptober)

By - B.W

⚠TW⚠

~ Swearing

~ Mentions of Possession

~ Mentions of Scars

~ Mentions of Death

Enjoy!

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The urge.

The feeling.

It coursed through my veins with force.

A searing pain.

Left behind from old wounds reopened.

It was inevitable.

Time seemed to stop as I walked unconsciously, led only by vengeance. It spoke to me, sweet words laced with venom.

It promised revenge..

peace..

purpose..

power..

That was all I needed.

"..C̵͉͋̔͞l̙͖̑̾ͣo̯̱̊͊͢s̠҉͍͊ͅẹ̿͋̒̕r̴̨̦͕̝.. L̸̖̽̌͂ẹ̿͋̒̕t̲̂̓ͩ̑ ỉ͔͖̜͌t̲̂̓ͩ̑ l̙͖̑̾ͣẹ̿͋̒̕ā̤̓̍͘ḑ̴̞͛̒ y҉̃̀̋̑o̯̱̊͊͢ư̡͕̭̇.. D̶͔̭̪̻o̯̱̊͊͢ṇ̤͛̒̍'t̲̂̓ͩ̑ s̠҉͍͊ͅḣ̖̻͛̓y҉̃̀̋̑ ā̤̓̍͘w̦̺̐̐͟ā̤̓̍͘y҉̃̀̋̑ ṇ̤͛̒̍o̯̱̊͊͢w̦̺̐̐͟.." It spoke in a low voice.

"Why would I.? I've come this far already.." I mumble in response.

"..t̲̂̓ͩ̑ḣ̖̻͛̓ā̤̓̍͘t̲̂̓ͩ̑ ỉ͔͖̜͌s̠҉͍͊ͅ w̦̺̐̐͟ḣ̖̻͛̓y҉̃̀̋̑ y҉̃̀̋̑o̯̱̊͊͢ư̡͕̭̇ w̦̺̐̐͟ẹ̿͋̒̕r̴̨̦͕̝ẹ̿͋̒̕ c͕͗ͤ̕̕ḣ̖̻͛̓o̯̱̊͊͢s̠҉͍͊ͅẹ̿͋̒̕ṇ̤͛̒̍.. A̷͙ͭͫ̕ṇ̤͛̒̍ ư̡͕̭̇ṇ̤͛̒̍l̙͖̑̾ͣỉ͔͖̜͌t̲̂̓ͩ̑ s̠҉͍͊ͅo̯̱̊͊͢ư̡͕̭̇l̙͖̑̾ͣ.. t̲̂̓ͩ̑ā̤̓̍͘r̴̨̦͕̝ṇ̤͛̒̍ỉ͔͖̜͌s̠҉͍͊ͅḣ̖̻͛̓ẹ̿͋̒̕ḑ̴̞͛̒ by҉̃̀̋̑ t̲̂̓ͩ̑ḣ̖̻͛̓o̯̱̊͊͢s̠҉͍͊ͅẹ̿͋̒̕ y҉̃̀̋̑o̯̱̊͊͢ư̡͕̭̇ t̲̂̓ͩ̑r̴̨̦͕̝ư̡͕̭̇s̠҉͍͊ͅt̲̂̓ͩ̑ẹ̿͋̒̕ḑ̴̞͛̒.. y҉̃̀̋̑o̯̱̊͊͢ư̡͕̭̇ ā̤̓̍͘r̴̨̦͕̝ẹ̿͋̒̕ p̞̈͑̚͞ẹ̿͋̒̕r̴̨̦͕̝f̵͖̜̉ͅẹ̿͋̒̕c͕͗ͤ̕̕t̲̂̓ͩ̑.." It responds with a mixture of different laughs.

I sigh as I continue to get closer to the jewel. Once it's in my view, something inside of me ignites.

"..t̲̂̓ͩ̑ḣ̖̻͛̓ā̤̓̍͘t̲̂̓ͩ̑'s̠҉͍͊ͅ r̴̨̦͕̝ỉ͔͖̜͌ĝ̽̓̀͑ḣ̖̻͛̓t̲̂̓ͩ̑.. f̵͖̜̉ͅẹ̿͋̒̕ẹ̿͋̒̕l̙͖̑̾ͣ ỉ͔͖̜͌t̲̂̓ͩ̑.. ỉ͔͖̜͌t̲̂̓ͩ̑'s̠҉͍͊ͅ c͕͗ͤ̕̕ā̤̓̍͘l̙͖̑̾ͣl̙͖̑̾ͣỉ͔͖̜͌ṇ̤͛̒̍ĝ̽̓̀͑ t̲̂̓ͩ̑o̯̱̊͊͢ y҉̃̀̋̑o̯̱̊͊͢ư̡͕̭̇.. l̙͖̑̾ͣỉ͔͖̜͌s̠҉͍͊ͅt̲̂̓ͩ̑ẹ̿͋̒̕ṇ̤͛̒̍ c͕͗ͤ̕̕l̙͖̑̾ͣo̯̱̊͊͢s̠҉͍͊ͅẹ̿͋̒̕l̙͖̑̾ͣy҉̃̀̋̑.. ā̤̓̍͘ṇ̤͛̒̍ḑ̴̞͛̒ w̦̺̐̐͟ẹ̿͋̒̕ s̠҉͍͊ͅḣ̖̻͛̓ā̤̓̍͘l̙͖̑̾ͣl̙͖̑̾ͣ bẹ̿͋̒̕ o̯̱̊͊͢ṇ̤͛̒̍ẹ̿͋̒̕.." It says, lingering behind me.

My breath gets caught in my throat. A burning feeling makes its way through my body. It tracks through everything scar, reminding me of my failures.

"..F̘͍͖ͫ͘ẹ̿͋̒̕ẹ̿͋̒̕l̙͖̑̾ͣ t̲̂̓ͩ̑ḣ̖̻͛̓ẹ̿͋̒̕ p̞̈͑̚͞ā̤̓̍͘ỉ͔͖̜͌ṇ̤͛̒̍.. t̲̂̓ͩ̑ḣ̖̻͛̓ẹ̿͋̒̕ p̞̈͑̚͞ư̡͕̭̇l̙͖̑̾ͣl̙͖̑̾ͣ.. t̲̂̓ͩ̑ḣ̖̻͛̓ẹ̿͋̒̕ p̞̈͑̚͞r̴̨̦͕̝o̯̱̊͊͢p̞̈͑̚͞ḣ̖̻͛̓ẹ̿͋̒̕c͕͗ͤ̕̕y҉̃̀̋̑ w̦̺̐̐͟ỉ͔͖̜͌l̙͖̑̾ͣl̙͖̑̾ͣ bẹ̿͋̒̕ ḿ̬̏ͤͅẹ̿͋̒̕t̲̂̓ͩ̑.. t̲̂̓ͩ̑ḣ̖̻͛̓ẹ̿͋̒̕ v͒̄ͭ̏̇ẹ̿͋̒̕s̠҉͍͊ͅs̠҉͍͊ͅẹ̿͋̒̕l̙͖̑̾ͣ ṇ̤͛̒̍ẹ̿͋̒̕ẹ̿͋̒̕ḑ̴̞͛̒s̠҉͍͊ͅ ā̤̓̍͘ ḣ̖̻͛̓o̯̱̊͊͢s̠҉͍͊ͅt̲̂̓ͩ̑.. ỉ͔͖̜͌t̲̂̓ͩ̑ ṇ̤͛̒̍ẹ̿͋̒̕ẹ̿͋̒̕ḑ̴̞͛̒s̠҉͍͊ͅ y҉̃̀̋̑o̯̱̊͊͢ư̡͕̭̇.." It trails on, eyes glowing.

Ämñê§ïå..~

The jewel called me, whispering a melody that could not be ignored.

I stepped closer, hand extended out, just reaching for it..

"..ĝ̽̓̀͑o̯̱̊͊͢ o̯̱̊͊͢ṇ̤͛̒̍.. r̴̨̦͕̝ẹ̿͋̒̕ā̤̓̍͘c͕͗ͤ̕̕ḣ̖̻͛̓ f̵͖̜̉ͅo̯̱̊͊͢r̴̨̦͕̝ ỉ͔͖̜͌t̲̂̓ͩ̑.. l̙͖̑̾ͣẹ̿͋̒̕t̲̂̓ͩ̑ ỉ͔͖̜͌t̲̂̓ͩ̑ ỉ͔͖̜͌ṇ̤͛̒̍.." It whispers. "..ḑ̴̞͛̒o̯̱̊͊͢ ṇ̤͛̒̍o̯̱̊͊͢t̲̂̓ͩ̑ f̵͖̜̉ͅẹ̿͋̒̕ā̤̓̍͘r̴̨̦͕̝ ỉ͔͖̜͌t̲̂̓ͩ̑.. ỉ͔͖̜͌t̲̂̓ͩ̑ w̦̺̐̐͟o̯̱̊͊͢ṇ̤͛̒̍'t̲̂̓ͩ̑ ḣ̖̻͛̓ư̡͕̭̇r̴̨̦͕̝t̲̂̓ͩ̑ y҉̃̀̋̑o̯̱̊͊͢ư̡͕̭̇..

The jewel is in arms reach now, it floats in front of me, glowing brightly as the melody continues.

Ämñê§ïå..~

It floats slowly in the palm of my hand, glowing dimly.

"..why me.?" I mumbles, staring at the jewel.

"..ỉ͔͖̜͌t̲̂̓ͩ̑ ṇ̤͛̒̍ẹ̿͋̒̕ẹ̿͋̒̕ḑ̴̞͛̒s̠҉͍͊ͅ ā̤̓̍͘ v͒̄ͭ̏̇ẹ̿͋̒̕s̠҉͍͊ͅs̠҉͍͊ͅẹ̿͋̒̕l̙͖̑̾ͣ.. y҉̃̀̋̑o̯̱̊͊͢ư̡͕̭̇ ā̤̓̍͘r̴̨̦͕̝ẹ̿͋̒̕ p̞̈͑̚͞ẹ̿͋̒̕r̴̨̦͕̝f̵͖̜̉ͅẹ̿͋̒̕c͕͕͗ͤ͗ͤ̕̕̕̕t̲̲̂̓ͩ̑̂̓ͩ̑.. ā̤̓̍͘ bā̤̓̍͘l̙͖̑̾ͣā̤̓̍͘ṇ̤͛̒̍c͕͗ͤ̕̕ẹ̿͋̒̕ o̯̱̊͊͢f̵͖̜̉ͅ ĝ̽̓̀͑o̯̱̊͊͢o̯̱̊͊͢ḑ̴̞͛̒ ā̤̓̍͘ṇ̤͛̒̍ḑ̴̞͛̒ bā̤̓̍͘ḑ̴̞͛̒.. y҉̃̀̋̑o̯̱̊͊͢ư̡͕̭̇ ḿ̬̏ͤͅư̡͕̭̇s̠҉͍͊ͅt̲̂̓ͩ̑ bẹ̿͋̒̕ o̯̱̊͊͢ṇ̤͛̒̍ẹ̿͋̒̕.." It replies sternly. "..y҉̃̀̋̑o̯̱̊͊͢ư̡͕̭̇ ḿ̬̏ͤͅư̡͕̭̇s̠҉͍͊ͅt̲̂̓ͩ̑ ā̤̓̍͘c͕͕͗ͤ͗ͤ̕̕̕̕c͕͕͗ͤ͗ͤ̕̕̕̕ẹ̿͋̒̕p̞̈͑̚͞t̲̂̓ͩ̑ ỉ͔͖̜͌t̲̂̓ͩ̑.."

I inhale sharply. "..okay.. how do I.. let it in.?" I ask slowly, my hand shaking slightly.

"..c͕͗ͤ̕̕l̙͖̑̾ͣo̯̱̊͊͢s̠҉͍͊ͅẹ̿͋̒̕ y҉̃̀̋̑o̯̱̊͊͢ư̡͕̭̇r̴̨̦͕̝ ẹ̿͋̒̕y҉̃̀̋̑ẹ̿͋̒̕s̠҉͍͊ͅ.. br̴̨̦͕̝ẹ̿͋̒̕ā̤̓̍͘t̲̂̓ͩ̑ḣ̖̻͛̓ẹ̿͋̒̕.. ā̤̓̍͘ṇ̤͛̒̍ḑ̴̞͛̒ ỉ͔͖̜͌t̲̂̓ͩ̑ w̦̺̐̐͟ỉ͔͖̜͌l̙͖̑̾ͣl̙͖̑̾ͣ s̠҉͍͊ͅp̞̈͑̚͞ẹ̿͋̒̕ā̤̓̍͘ḳ̯͍̑ͦ t̲̂̓ͩ̑o̯̱̊͊͢.y҉̃̀̋̑o̯̱̊͊͢ư̡͕̭̇.." It says before vanishing.

I stand alone, feeling waves of anxiety crash over me. I slowly close my eyes, taking a deep breath.

Slowly, my hand stops shaking, and my body eases.

Ämñê§ï̈å̊.. l阮êñ †ð mê..

Wê årê mêåñ† †ð ßê ðñê..

Öþêñ ɏðµr §ðµl †ð mê..

†hêɏ Ððñ'† ¢årê åß𵆠ɏðµ.. ñð† lïkê Ì Ðð..

Ɏðµ mµ§†ñ'† ßê å£råïÐ.. Ì ðñ̃lɏ wï§h †ð hêlþ..

..†hï§ wïll ðñ̃lɏ hµr† £ðr å mðmêñ†..

My eyes remain shit, hearing the voice in my head speak. Slowly, the burning I previously felt returns, but stronger. My hands begin to tremble uncontrollably. I don't dare to open my eyes. Not yet..

The jewel rises up, and it flashes a bright light through the room. Small, thin, ribbon-like strings break out from it, and they wrap themselves around me.

They tighten around my arms.. my legs.. my neck.. They attach to me like a puppet.

My eyes snap open, and I stare at the jewel, unable to break contact from it.

It speaks again.

Ämñê§ïå.. Ì §êñ§ê måñɏ êmð†ï̈ðñ§ ïñ ɏðµ..

£êår.. Äñgêr.. §åÐñꧧ.. ñµmßñꧧ..

Lê† †hð§ê £êêlïñg§ gð ñðw..

Rï§ê µþ, Ämñê§ïå..

§þrêåÐ ɏðµr wïñg§..

ÄñÐ ðþêñ µþ ɏðµr mï̈ñ̃Ð †ð mê..

Ì åm ñð† †hêm, Ämñê§ïå..

Ì wïll ñð† hµr† ɏðµ..

Ì wïll ñð† ßê†råɏ ɏðµ..

Ì wïll ñð† lêåÐ ɏðµ †ð ɏðµr Ðêå†h..

Ì wï̈ll §åvê ɏðµ £rðm †hï§ êñÐlꧧ åµ££êr..

The pain increases, leaving me breathless. I reach my hand towards the jewel, ready to grasp it..

Ɏê§, Ämñê§ïå..

L阮êñ †ð ɏðµr§êl£..

ÄñÐ lê† µ§ ßê ðñê..

The strings tighten, and I feel a crack inside of myself. My body falls forward, stopped only by the strings that hold me up.

The pain becomes unbearable..

It's a flashing ache, like if my mind was being broken in two.

I throw my head back, and I scream.

Memories long forgotten flood my head. Every intricate detail flashes before my very eyes. I watch every moment that led up to this in clarity.

The screams that leave my throat aren't my own. They spill out involuntarily. I lose control, feeling every scar burn as I'm reminded of how it ended up there.

Suddenly, it all stops.

My screams cut off midway, leaving my mouth agape.

Tears fall from my eyes, rolling down my face.

I can't remember the last time I felt so.. vulnerable..

The strings unattach themselves from me, letting me crumple to the ground.

I feel the aftershock of the pain running through my body. My heartbeat thumps loudly in my ears. My mind fogs up.

I feel my heart beat slow, until it fades to basically nothingness.

I attempt to blink away the black spots in my vision to no avail. They grow until exhaustion takes over and my eyes shut against my will.

My hair falls in front of my face. A few stray tears leave my eyes as I completely fade away.

The last thing I hear is the slamming of a door opening, and someone shouting my name..

But it's too far away to pay attention to.

Another voice sounds above it, speaking to me as I lose consciousness..

..Lðñg Lïvê Ämñê§ïå..

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[chaifootsteps]

You know, I never understood the stans who bragged about Helluva being a "morally complex show tackling on heavy themes about queer interpersonal relationships with complex characters who fuck up" because I feel like the show actually wasted all its chances to actually make the story "morally complex", and to show its characters actually fucking up. Like, sure, the characters act mean and curse and whatnot, and there's adult themes like sex and violence... but the story is actually pretty morally comfortable and simplistic.

For example, they could've went for Stolas actually being a lustful, egocentrical dipshit for cheating on Stella, and that would've made his affair with Blitzø morally ambiguous and would've raised an interesting moral debate on Stolitz the show could've expanded on throughout their romance arc. It would've made his character flawed in ways that would have made fans root for his development. Instead, they revealed that Stella was a abusive spouse all this time, which only morally innocents Stolas from the situation because in practice he's suddenly a victim of his circumstances and not an actual guy who fucked up, and his character flaws now can be summed up as "he loved too much and maybe he was a bit elitist 🥺". It actually made the show more morally comfortable because fans and shippers don't have to worry about their ship being a couple of flawed characters who actually fucked up, it's about a melodrama where Blitzø is supposed to be Stolas' childhood Romeo who saves him from the evil abusive wife he's stuck with. Because as far as common morality goes, cheating on your spouse is seen as bad unless there's a moral justification like the spouse being abusive.

And this defangs Stolas as a character, and ruins the whole "it's a show about characters who fuck up" because Stolas didn't actually fuck up, he's framed as the pefect victim while Stella is framed as the perfect monstrous villain (the "I like tormenting you 😈" line actually made me laugh because it felt like such a Tell, Don't Show). This doesn't mean this kind of narrative/plot where Character A cheats on their abusive arranged spouse is inherently bad, of course, just that it's not morally complex or ambiguous. It doesn't allow him to grow as a character or for fans to actually debate on Stolitz as a complex romance, and it feels like a Saturday morning cartoon conflict because even kids are able to understand that abusive spouse = cheating is okay. It feels like the writers didn't have the balls to actually make the main couple morally complex and went for the easy path because "it's the OTP!!!" and the OTP must be perfectly romantic or else things start getting a little scary.

Helluva's a definitely a show by and for people who like to think they're into morally complex stories, but couldn't handle one to save their lives. There are shows and movies out there aimed at actual toddlers that are more morally complex than HB.

[hockybish]

Birthday

l Lover au l Cole x Kylie l masterlist l

March 20, 2018

the first time Cole met Kylie was when she surprised Trevor on their birthday. they were having a little party with cake and maybe a few beers that someone snuck in. Trevor was very surprised and everyone got to meet his twin sister.

"Everyone this is Ky the smartest person in the world." Trevor giggled pointing at Kylie. "Ky this is Jack, Alex, Cole, Cam, Matt, and um oh that's Bean!" he looked around the room at his teammates and friends plus the girl he really liked.

"hi" Kylie smiled and gave a little wave when introduced before she was quickly yank away. Trevor quickly shoved her towards Spencer.

"wow. she's um" Jack scratched the back of his neck, a slight blush danced around cheeks.

"hot?" cam interjected, they were watching Kylie smile and flirt with the tall goalie boy who she's known for forever.

"i mean yeah but, we shouldn't right?"

"no z would kill us"

"you guys are gross." Bean commented turning to Alex and grab his hand. An action that did not go unnoticed by Trevor, he saw her peck his friend on the cheek, and his smile faultered a bit before he turned back to his sister.

Cole just watched and listened to his friends. Kylie was pretty. But he didn't like her like that, like the way his friends did. he did however think she was really cool and wanted to be her friend.

"Hi. I'm Cole" He found a quiet moment to reintroduce himself to Kylie. "Happy Birthday by the way."

"Kylie." She shyly smiled smirked, taking his hand and shaking it. "And thank you. It's just another trip around the world, ya know?"

"Get anything cool? For your birthday I mean"

"Not really mainly the trip here." She shrugged, not letting the lack of present affect her at all.

"Wait a second." It was her birthday and even thought he didn't have anything really to give her like like he had for her brother, he still wanted to give her something but his pocket were empty.

And then he remembered. He had a couple of bracelets on his wrist, they weren't anything serious and figured one of them would make the pefect last minuted gift. He held one out for her.

"You didn't have to give me anything." Kylie smiled again accepting the bracelet. It was one of those bracelets that you had to tie on and were made by tying knots with embroidery floss.

"Nonsense, everyone deserves a present on their birthday." he tied the piece of jewelry on her wrist. It fit perfectly.

"One time I started opening my older brother's presents and apparently I wouldn't give it back. My parents had to get another one."

"Oh my god, Trevor would do that all time, and it wasn't just my birthday presents, it was Christmas too." Kylie laughed. This Cole kid was pretty nice, a bit short, but nice. She liked him.

"Have you have of the cake yet, I heard Mrs.Hughes made it."

"I'm not really a cake person" Cole admitted, to which Kylie agreed with him. "You know, I think they have some cookies somewhere in the kitchen, wanna dig around for them?"

[utookapictureofursalad]

In love with you in ages <3

As I said this is gonna be a series of one shots that share one specific theme and story but they are not necessarily related or in order. Just a series of scenarios that pop to my mind :)

Hope u enjoy this, and please share your thoughts and ideas with and tell me if I could do anything to make my writings better. Also I'm not a native English speaker so please kindly ignore any grammar errors haha.

#Fluff

#sweetness

#love theme

It was around 9 in the morning when I pulled up Infront of Matty's apartment. After checking myself once or twice in the morning I grabbed my stuff and got out of the car. I grabbed the collars of my khaki overcoat to block the cold breeze from freezing me as I entered the lobby.

I waved at the security guy who was still half asleep as I walked toward the elevator.

Few minutes later I was standing behind Matty's door. Fixing my hair once again, even though it didn't need to be fixed I knocked on his apartment door.

"coming" I heard Matty almost shouted from the other side of the door, his heavy accent a lullaby to my ears.

Few seconds later he opened the door and his handsome frame appeared at the door.

He was in his black sweat pants and grey shirt, his dark curls were capturing his face as perfectly as always and I wondered if he could Get any cuter when he smiled and showed me his perfectly imperfect crooked teeth. "Hey, love" he finally said. "hey, morning" I said as he made a space for me to enter his house. Matty had his hand delicately on the small of my back as he guided me inside.

"it's freezing outside" I said as we walked to his kitchen. "Did you sleep with socks on again?" He mocked me. "Don't... Start" I rolled my eyes at him. "It's okay Y/n, everyone can decide what they wanna be and you decided to be a psychopath and sleep with socks on" he mocked me again as his hand left my back and he went to Kitchen. I took off my coat and put the books on counter and sat on one of the chairs. I smiled and looked around the house, the windows were open letting the slightly cold breeze inside the house. The house was not that bright, the lights were yellow and dim creating a quite cozy environment. "Tea?" Matty asked. "yupp" I said now focusing on him. I couldn't lie, he looked really perfect standing in the kitchen making tea, almost like a pefect painting, his dark curls bouncing with his every small move. I could feel the smell of cinnamon in the air which was quite comforting. Matty's house smelled like cinnamon and sweets and cigarettes almost all the time and honestly I was kinda so used to this smell that I missed it sometimes when I was home alone.

He put two cups of tea on the counter as he sat right Infront of me, our knees touching.'cookies?' He asked his mouth already full of them and kept a bowl of chocolate chipped cookies infront of me. 'Thanks' I smiled picking one. I smiled as my hands touched my cup, the warmth of the tea spreading all over my cold hands. I took a sip and looked at Matty who was now rubbing his eyes. I realized that they looked red and puffier than usual. "You didn't sleep last night?" I asked. "What?" He said looking at me confused. "you look tired, you didn't sleep?" I repeated, " I did... well I don't know maybe only one or two hours?" He said twirling his hair around his fingers. "How about... umm...What do you say that we just go back to bed instead of studying today?" He said looking down and toying with his cup of tea. "Umm... Okay" I agreed way faster than I expected and he looked up at me shooting me one of his cute smiles. "Can I spoon you as well?" He said getting off his chair. "Yeah... I guess yeah." I said. "Cool" he said putting the empty cups in the sink and coming over to me. "Let's go love" he said taking my hand and guiding me to his bedroom. His bed was still undone and there was books on the floor. His ashtray was on the table beside bed and it was full. Sometimes it worried me just how much he smoked but I couldn't deny just how hot he looked while smoking. "Here love" He said lifting the white duvet for me to get under it. Honestly I felt so much better laying under blankets with Matty than having to teach him. He got under the blankets as well and layed down next to me. This was the first time we were sharing a bed and for some weird reasons it did not feel weird at all. It felt comfortable and safe like I was home. "Oh wait..." He said bringing me out of my thought and getting out of bed. I watched him walk to the music player that was placed in the corner of room "Do you mind if I play some tracks?" He asked scratching the back of his head. 'you're such a romantic.'I teased pulling the blanket up to my chin earning an eye roll from him. He connected his phone to the music player and a frank Sinatra's voice filled the room. "perrrrfect" he smiled getting in bed and laying next to me. We both layed on our sides looking at eachother for few minutes as the sound of rain and music mixed perfectly together.

"I... Can I hold you?" He said hesitating a bit. I looked in his pefect chocolate eyes for few seconds before answering "I think I have already agreed to you spooning me, so yeah" I said and he smiled. His arm wrapped around my waist delicately, carefully, softly and he pulled me closer to him. His other hand grabbed my head and placed it on his chest. My own arms wrapped around him as well and I placed my hand on his upper arms. We layed there still for few minutes, none of us saying a word. The sound of rain, chet baker playing his saxophone and our slow breathing was all I could hear. I never felt this comfortable around any guy in my whole life. Mattys touch was calming me down in stages that I didn't know even existed.

Then his hand went through my hair, his lips pressed a delicate kiss to my forehead, his fingers playing with my hair and messaging my scalp so softly and slowly that it almost made my head spin in so much relaxation.

"Where did you learn this?" I asked once I could overcome my feelings. "Feeling good?" Matty asked as we looked into each others eyes, his hand still on my head doing the magic. "Mhm.. very good" I said toying with the collar of his shirt. " I have so many talents love" Matty said sending me a wink and I giggled. "My Nana used to do this to me when I was a kid" he spoke looking up at the ceiling "eveytime that I couldn't sleep I would go lay next to her and she would touch my hair like this and I would fall asleep almost immediately." He said shooting me a sad smile and I looked at him silently for few seconds. "Do you miss her?"I hesitated to ask but I finally did. "Yeah from time to time" he nodded his fingers now playing with the hem of my shirt. "Can you do that for me?" He asked grabbing my face and looking at me. "what?" I asked Looking at him blankly "Play with my hair"

"Yeah... I think I can do that. I wont be as good as you tho" I said 'I'm sure you will be.' He asked as I pulled him into my arms. his head was now placed right under my chin, his smooth face in touch with my neck as I held him gently with one hand and ran the other through his hair, playing with his beautiful curls and rubbing his head delicately and carefully just like what he did to mine. I heard him him sighing and he held me tighter than before, leaving no space left between us. For one moment, it felt like nothing else really mattered, it was just us and the sound of music was making everything sound so surreal and so beautiful and so out of this world. "Am I doing this right?" I asked. "so right... I think I'm gonna fall asleep soon" he said and I smiled planting a soft kiss on his hair.

[kragehund-est]

the whole time i gave blood the guy could tell i was nervous. so he kept reassuring me and he said my veins were some of the best he'd eve seen and my iron levels were pefect and my blood was flowing at the exact right speed. so. i got a good grade in blood.

[royaltydarkness]

Skin rub..

[roydeezed]

Okay okay so I just started Yakuza 0 and for posterity I wanted to post a lil theory I had. Idk if it's even consequential or anything or if I'm reading into things or even if it's supposed to be a secret but I just talked to Kuze at the Loan Shark Building and I'm like 90% sure Nishikiyama is the bad guy. Or at least the one who set Kiryu up. Don't tell me if I'm wrong or right, I'll eventually come back to it and see if I am. Okay so my evidence is as follows:

-The Lieutenants seem kinda slimy and sorta like bad guys but the way the talk seems like they might not be all that bad. Nishiki's speech about clothes and appearance being kinda like this thing you can kind of substitute for substance makes me think that Kuze and the other lieutenant in purple might not be as lethal as the guy in all black.

-Kuze kinda seems to be looking out for Kiryu. His point about Kazama essentially having brainwashed soldiers is true.

-Okay now for points against Nishiki. First of all he calls us to hang out but then is late. If i'm understanding the timeline right, the guy Kiryu worked over for the loan shark was killed shortly after Kiryu left. Possibly during the time Nishiki was late. And he could've made Kiryu hang out with him to secure an alibi and a misdirection.

-The law of good mysteries is that the culprit has to be someone introduced early. Right now the game is making it seem like Kuze but the loan shark, Tozo (I think?), never confirmed who it was that set it up and Kuze never confirmed it either, possibly just to keep up his appearances as someone who knows everything.

-We've seen Nishiki is kind of slimy and extremely ambitious, there's a chance he heard about the Empty Lot deal through his connections.

-My only point of contention is why would he want to betray Kazama? Maybe it's just that personal ambition trumps personal connections or he has some twisted motive about he can secure a better place for them if he's the head? idk. But if he can betray Kiryu he can betray Kazama.

-Also we only hear about Kuze setting up Kazama through Nishiki, we don't even know if it's true. And Nishiki being close to Kazama could've done that instead.

-Kiryu seems to have a good head on his shoulders, sussing out assholes like the loanshark pretty easily, but blind to the faults of those he's loyal to, like Nishiki. Maybe that's why he's the pefect pawn? His failure takes out Kazama, setting up Nishiki as the perfect person to redeem that family and bring home the empty lot. Also if I am right, showing Nishiki and the loan shark as similarly slimy characters back to back shows that trusting quality of Kiryu so well.

I think that's all I have for now. If I'm right sick, If I'm not then maybe this'll be funny to my Yakuza-playing mutuals lmaooo

[amoslinger]

Stika and Katsu!!!

Legit I never realized how beloved these two creatures were. especially how a Wolf and Dragon are used a lot in fantasy media. so why not make a story about a Wolf and a Dragon.

Katsu the Dragon is inspired by Thai Dragons (also known as Phaya Naga's in Southeast Asia) and if you love characters like Sisu, Spyro and Toothless. You'll definitly love Katsu!

Stika the wolf is my first attempt on drawing wolfs since I don't draw them too often, so I search for a lot of references and try to develop a certain style similar to disney but also a mix of don bluth. I say she came out pefect!!

Hope you guys like it!!

[fazgoo-connoiseur-1987]

William Afton

This fuckin guy

Link to the Questions!

A: Bill is always trying to sell you something. The Fazbear Brand? The idea he cares about you? His own innocence? Products he is pushing (generally to great success).

B: He can talk in Springtrap in FNaF 3 he's just trying to think of the best possible one-liner for when he kills Henry and he hasn't decided on it yet.

C: Bill sees himself in Mike and he hates it. Having himself reflected back at him breaks down his "I'm so pefect and great" worldview. He takes this out on Mike by making him do the work he's too good for.

D: Bill thinks he's a master criminal but he's actually so so so bad at it. Henry and the fact Bill's white and middleclass and cishet passing is like the only reason he doesn't get caught. Even when hes on the run from 86'-94' Mike is pulling most of the weight there. He just kinda stumbles into being a 'sucessful' serial killer.

[alarrytale]

Because Harry is very often very far from Harry Styles tm.

Maybe it doesn’t have a connection or maybe it does have one but your answer to the anon reminded me how last year during one show H got a hand-made mask of himself and after a while of playing with it he said “You know, sometimes I feel like I���m wearing a mask, you know”. Ofc most people didn’t get it ‘cause he jokes all the time especially on stage but for me he was dead serious and that H is more than aware of who he is as a real person and who is his carefully curated brand - HStm as a mask the true H is wearing. Something similar was his message for MFASR video - he is more than aware of who he is to the industry and his bosses and knows that once he will lose what makes him special, they will get of him…or at least move to someone fresh and young.

Also you wrote that him being everything for everyone and not problematic is working which is probably true but the question is how long it will work? Because as far as I am aware of all those true legends - who are the ones H’s label is working hard to make H become, you know, the next gen *insert name* - weren’t blank space and totally unproblematic. They had an opinions, they had attitudes, they had done something controversial (and no, being a homewrecker and filling tabloids isn’t it), some of them became vocal when talking about politics and what is more important - they were themselves and didn’t care if they were likeable to everyone.

Hi, anon!

He is wearing a mask, he is not able to show his true self to the world. He's two faced. He knows he's not presenting his truth, his own wants or choices. He's adopted the persona of someone else, who looks like him and talks like him, but is not him. It's a constructed utopic image of someone who is seemingly pefect. But it's not him, it's not Harry.

H always talks a lot about compartmentalising. Seperating and isolating his thoughts and feelings as a defence and coping mechanisms. I think he knows who he is now, who Harry is, what he's like and what he likes (do you know who you are?). He knows he's not Harry Styles tm. He knows he needs to be Harry Styles tm in order to please his label and fulfill his contract. There might have been a time where he didn’t know who he was and was afraid to be anything but Harry Styles tm and live up to that persona, but he isn't anymore. He's taken a firm stance against Harry Styles tm, he puts him in a compartment and closes him up, he doesn't give that guy a second thought. Harry doesn’t care who Harry Styles tm is currently dating, he doesn't care about Grammy's and number of nights at MSG, and he doesn’t care about the stunt songs he's written. He doesn’t care about the lies and hurt done in his name, because he's learned to ignore it and he knows that's not who he is.

His friends and family know the real him.

In regards to how long this blank canvas strategy will work, i have no idea. I don't think it will work that much longer, but it has worked this far, so i don't see them changing it anytime soon. I agree that for H to become the legend and icon they all want him to be, he needs to have a personality, something that sets him apart, something that's not just a copy of other legends. They're not on the right trajectory and i feel like he's falling more and more behind the times. The approach is unmodern and he's not moving with the zeitgeist. I think he'll be fine as long as he hasn't got competition. But we'll have to see how long the gp will tolerate it.