#I FINALLY WATCHED THESE AND THEYRE SO FUCKING FUN IM OBSESSED!!!!!!!!!!!

[spearxwind]

YOU GUYS NEED TO GO WATCH MONKEY WRENCH NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW

[stevie-petey]

could we get a blurb of one day steve went and visited her at work, just some goood friendly and fun banter and friendship and maybe accidental flirting while he helps her out and hangs around? 🫶

hi anon that i have zero clue who u are you !! and yes, i CAN give u a cute lil happy blurb

enjoy <3

“lets play two truths and one lie.”

you roll your eyes at steve. “didnt i tell you to quietly stack some books while i arrange the shelves?”

“but im bored,” he groans, following you as you straighten some books and start setting up a new display area.

“youre the one who insists on coming here every day. it’s summer now. go get some sun.”

steve blinks. “but youre in here.”

“and?”

“itd be boring without you, too.” he says, his face open and sweet as always. his candor is still something you arent used to. theres never anything hidden within his words.

you poke steves chest. “you need to figure out what you want, buddy.”

he grabs the hand thats poked him and tugs you close. “i wanna play two truths and one lie.”

he bats his eyes at you and your stomach flutters. youre insanely close to him now, hes still holding your hand, and he now rests his other hand on the small of your back in a way that makes you shiver in the june humidity. this close, you can see all the freckles that dot across his pretty face.

“i…” your words catch in your throat, which steve smirks at. sometimes you think he does these things purposefully, that he likes seeing you blush.

you pull away, not wanting to think too deeply into things. “fine. you go first, though.”

“yes!” steve does a happy dance, fist bumps the air, and then seems to remember that youre still there. he regains his composure and clears his throat. “okay. my first kiss was interrupted by her dad walking in and seeing us, im scared of the dark, and i was obsessed with frogs when i was younger.”

youre surprised by steves choices. theyre all so wildly random and bizarre. you think for a moment, stumped. he definitely seems like the type to be caught by a father, and what little kid doesnt love frogs?

“you’re not scared of the dark?” you finally guess.

steve cheers. “no! i win! im totally afraid of the dark, im human.”

“okay, so…” you nudge him. “what was the lie?”

“oh yeah. i was actually obsessed with toads, not frogs.”

you hit his chest. “thats cheating!”

“nuh uh. theyre different species. i won, just admit it, y/n. im like, totally better then you.”

“fine, wanna play it that way?” an evil grin spreads across your face. “my turn. ive never been kissed, my dream boyfriend is spider-man, and i have a cat named mews.”

steve answers immediately, confident in his answer. “easy. you dont have a cat named mews.”

“nope!” you go back to arranging a display, secretly elated you won. you turn back to steve and wink. “my dream boyfriend is peter parker.”

“but theyre the same person—hold on,” steve seems to realize something. “does that mean no ones ever kissed you?”

“never.” you turn now and notice that your friend is seemingly frozen in place, still processing the information youve just told him. he seems genuinely surprised.

steve is speechless. “but… i just thought—you know… youre just so you and—”

“and whats that supposed to mean?” you make a face.

“nothing bad, obviously! i just mean. well, c’mon. you gotta know what i mean—” steve is stumbling over his words with a panicked look on his face and you feel bad. you know what he meant, but you like watching him squirm.

you start to laugh. “relax, steve. im just messing with you.”

though in a way, it does kind of hurt. no ones ever shown an interest in you, but at least steve seems surprised by it. if the king of hearts was surprised by your pathetic love life, then maybe there was hope for you yet.

he exhales and rests a hand over his chest. “fuck, you gotta stop doing that.”

you smile but dont say anything else. the display still needs to be set, so you let the conversation die down and focus on it once more. youre not necessarily insecure about not having a first kiss or even a boyfriend, but it’s not your favorite topic, either.

then, after a few minutes of silence, just as you think steve has moved on, he of course has to speak.

“what if i kissed my fingers and then pressed them against your mouth—”

“steve?”

“yeah?”

“shut up and stack some books.”

“yes ma’am.”

[just-some-random-blogger]

feel free to imagine a sexy interpretation. Also, I'm going to add a loss of virginity here just for fun. In this scenario, Dream is finally willing to admit to himself that he loves the reader, but he's still not willing to confess (and he's also still a possessive/obsessive jerk), so instead he chases after the woman's dreams, especially until even your wet dreams. And 2 possible catalysts here, either Dream sees that the reader is dreaming about having sex with someone else and becomes insanely jealous or he sees someone flirting with the reader in the waking world and becomes insanely jealous XD. This is so Dream, like a king, he feels entitled to the reader and his time, and while he's trying to work up the courage to confess, he makes sure the reader can't hook up with anyone else.

Petty And Yours

Dream of the Endless x Demon Hunter!Reader

Summary: Somnium Regem, the Dream King, felt a certain kinship to the bondservants of his sister Domina, the Lady, or in the words of the king, older sister, Death. This was because of how closely the family of demon hunters has interacted with the Endless throughout generations. There was a particular member of this family he had a soft spot for, not that he'd ever admit it out loud, unless coaxed.

Word Count: 9k+💀 (why cant i ever just make them fuck and be done with it?)

Warnings: Fem!reader, smut (virgin!reader, biting marking, fingering, oral [f receiving], hair pulling, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, praise kink), Set in the Roman middle ages, dream being stupid, reader being stupid, jealous/possessive!dream, reader, fluff, angst, typos, etc.

A/N: OMG YES. MINORS DNI (the smut is at the end) Let go nonnie we love petty, possessive and pathetic dream UGH <3 also I really enjoyed this universe I made with demon hunter!reader, and i usually don't make p2s for my work, but im giving her at least this because she deserves it and i love her. ok isnt actually a p2, its more of a prequel in fact, so you dont have to read the other demon hunter fic i made, but if you do youre gonna be like OMG SLAY that makes more sense now. also, smut after smut for this reader, get it bestie HAHHA HELP THIS REACHED 8k WTF And just in case its not clear, theyre speaking latin in this but like i only put a few latin passages cos i have no idea if its even right lol HAHAHH this gif of him T_T he's so emo sir calm yourself T_T Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9 @sloanexx @julesandro @farintonorth Previous demon hunter!reader fic: "Caged"

With my thick skirt and cloak gathered in my hands, I stop at the edge of the street, waiting for the donkey cart to pass me.

I release a huff, impatiently, though I end up finding myself smiling at the old man who greets me while he urges his ride to quicken its pace. Once he has passed, I finally move to cross.

I hiss when a bunch of children carelessly run past me. I eye them and call out, "vigilate quo itis!"

Watch where you're going!

"Children," I mutter in Latin under my breath, as I quickly make my down the townsquare.

I run up a flight of marble stairs and huff when I reach the temple at the top. I push one of the massive doors open, and the sound of it echoes in the grand room.

I close the door and call out, "mater?"

I wait. Nothing. I call out again.

When I finally hear my name, I turn and see it was my mother but my brother calling for me. Grin in excitement, not expecting his prescience. I run over to the man who was three years my senior, smiling from ear to ear, arms out stretched.

I jump into his arms. We seal each other in a tight embrace.

"Cassian," I chuckle airily, "it's been nearly two decades."

He hums, "yes, little sister. I've missed you dearly."

I pull away from him and cups his cheeks. I smile at the sight of his face, looking no older than the age of 25, like the rest of us siblings, though we were all on this earth for more that 50 years.

"Where is mother?" I ask.

Cassian grabs my hands, "Domina est ad loquentes."

She is talking with The Lady.

"The Lady is here?" I tilt my head and perk at the idea.

"Apud Somnium Regem."

"With the Dream King!?" I gasp, "oh come on brother, we must meet them at once!"

Cassian laughs as I tug at his arm in excitement.

He and I rush off to where Domina and Somnia were, recounting random stories that we could think of along the way. The moment I spot the two, conversing with my grey haired mother, I release my grip on Cassian and run towards them.

My mother catches me and chuckles, calling out my name in greeting as she opens her arms out to me from the windowsill she was sat upon.

Once upon her, I envelope her in my arms, kissing her cheeks repeatedly.

"Ah, my sweet girl," my mother coos in my mother tongue, "you act as though you did not see me a month ago."

I pull away from her, shaking my head, "I would react the same way even if I saw you yesterday, mater."

She smiles, placing a kiss on my forehead before I turn to the two Endless siblings.

"Domina," I smile, leaning in for an embrace, kissing both cheeks of the dark skinned woman. She chuckles and reciprocates.

"Somnia," I bow my head at the pale man. He smiles and mimics me, and he extends his palm out for me to take. When I do, he kisses the back of my hand.

I chew on the inside of my lower lip, holding back a smile as I pull my hand away.

"Praise to the Lady, Praise to the Dream Lord," Cassian calls when he finally reaches us. My brother takes his time showing his respects to the siblings, then after, kisses our mother's cheeks in regard.

"You finally thought to visit your mother, boy," she says, narrowing her eyes at her second child, "your older sister, Aurelia, might be travelling Constantinople but she oft sends me letters, as do your younger brothers, Amias and Lucius."

I nudge Cassian to further egg him on, and he quickly eyes me in response, though only addresses our mother, "pardon your son, mater. I am here this day, however, to bring you glad tidings."

I perk and raise my brows at his words, "did you capture the archdemon you were tracking?"

Cassian turns to me, brows tensing before relaxing, "no."

"Did you find the Shadow Master?" my mother asks.

"No, mater," he replies, shaking his head, "I..."

My eyes widen at Cassian's hesitation. He was not one to trail off with his worlds or fall flat with them.

"I have a bride," Cassian huffs, lowering his gaze before turning back to our mother with a soft smile.

My jaw drops, my blood stills.

Cassian straightens himself up, "she is Veronica. Her face is brighter than the morning light, and is as temperate and kind as the Lady," he turns to Death when he says this.

I shake my head in disbelief. I turn to my mother who does not look nearly as shocked as I do.

"She carries my child."

A shiver runs down my spine. I recoil at the sight of my brother.

I watch in horror as my mother stands and pouts at her second born, exclaiming, "lauda dominae! My son has come home to me with a family of his own."

I turn to The Lady, who my mother just exclaimed praise to. My face contorts at the happiness written on her face. It was the sight of her brother, Dream's, face that makes me realize this was all really happening. I then watch as my mother stands and walks towards Cassian, sealing him in a tight embrace.

I shake my head at the misplaced affection, "mater, how can this news please you? He is only halfway through a hundred!"

Mater turns to me, eyes taking in my worried and hurt expression.

Cassian sighs, reaching his hand out to me. I evade him, swatting his hand away, "proditor."

Traitor.

My mother calls out my name. I look at her expression and find tears lacing my eyes. She was looking like this at me?

"Sister, please, I-"

"We all promised each other we'd have our own families after a century!" I exclaim, walking away, "and you! You!" I point, "you've betrayed all of us!"

My name is called again, this time both by my older brother and my mother.

"Mater fuit per se propter hoc!" I whine, "and you dare tell her this in the name of glad tidings?"

I am glad I did not choke when I spoke, 'mother lived by herself because of this.' I normally could not bare to recall the stories my mother had after evoking the Right of the Lonely, the right in which the a person from our line would not die because it would kill off the last remaining demon hunters in existence. I could not even stomach the idea of living out a hundred years without companionship.

When Domina calls out to me, I freeze. I watch as she walks closer, reaching out to me to offer me comfort only she was every capable of. But then Cassian calls my name and I'm betrayed all over again.

And so I run. I run out of the temple and lose myself in the city.

If it was so easy for Cassian to betray the promise we swore as siblings not to partake in the world only until after completing our generational burden, then I would do it too!

After all, I laugh to myself as I weave through shady crowds of people in the market place, servicing the earth as a demon hunter for one century was easy, right?!

If the previous generations could do it, I could do it!

If Cassian, who used to be so slow at picking up demon trails, could be so sure he could have a child while continuing service, then by The Lady, I could do it too.

I gasp when I ram into a solid object. When I recoil after collision and do not fall back, I realize it was because my form was being hoisted up by a dark clothed being.

He speaks out my name and the sound finally pushes me into tears.

"Somnia," I whine, gripping his arms tightly.

My lips quiver in despair. I throw my arms over his shoulders, breaking into a sob.

The next thing I know, I am being pushed back and my calves hit something behind me.

I do not wonder what or do not wonder why I am all of a sudden out of the streets. I know it was the Dream Lord's power that brought us here, here in my bedroom. I sit on the end of my cott, beside the King of Dreams, clutching his hands tightly.

"Where were you to go?" he asks, retrieving his one hand from me to wipe off the tears on my cheeks.

I shake my head as I turn to my hands, my hands that were squeezing his large one as though my life depended on it, "nowhere... any where..." I sigh, "somewhere to spite my brother."

He does not retort.

I release him and sling myself back. I crash against my semi-soft cushion, "I curse his existence."

He speaks my name softly.

I close my eyes and feel tears roll down my temples.

Dream of the Endless does not speak to me, does not offer advice, does not analyse the situation for me, and for that, I am always grateful.

I sniffle, reaching out to him without looking, "lie with me?"

Silently, aside from the sound of him shuffling, he takes my hand and lies beside me. My bed is not that large, and so it was a bit cramp. I don't mind though, I know he doesn't either.

I roll on my side, stretching my arm under my head as I turn to him. I blink as he turns to me, body still rigid on his back.

"I do not want to forgive him."

Dream is silent.

I sigh, moving to press my body against his, check pressing onto his chest. The thump of his heart is slow and steady. His arm comes over my back. I feel another wave of tears threaten to crash down on me as I think, "does that make me a bad person?"

He rubs my shoulder, "no."

I sob into his top, trying to hold back my tears, "what does it make me then?"

"Human."

I take a moment to reply as I calm myself from crying. I turn my head to face him, blinking away salt water, "is it easy for an Endless to forgive?"

I see him close his eyes, "no."

"What does that make you?"

"Petty."

I snort at his words.

He opens his eyes and cranes his neck up. He brushes my hair back and hushes me, "I am here. You needn't ever fear living through the same loneliness your mother did."

I smile softly at his words, pushing myself off him so I could sit by his side. I look down on the man, the man who wasn't, but was sweeter and more thoughtful than any man I had ever met.

I trace the curve of his nose, "would you wait five decades for me?"

He takes my hand in his before I could fully pull away from his face. He proceeds to sit up and press my palm on his chest, "I would wait eons for you."

I chuckle under my breath, shaking my head as I did so, "I don't think I'll live that long."

He does not respond to this, and instead helps me slide to his lap when I shift in my place.

I sigh and rest my head on his shoulder, allowing myself to relax against him.

I brush my nose against his neck and close my eyes, lulling myself into comfort. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer.

Dream smells like a field of flowers, like a warm fire, like perhaps what the stars did.

I shift on him, slowly opening my eyes. I take his cheeks in my hands and lick my lips. I feel my heart thundering in my chest when I lean into him. And then-

I tilt my head up bringing my lips to his, but I don't.

I start when he pushes me away.

He looks at me, somehow bewildered by my actions.

I knit my brows, feeling a bit caught off guard and confused, "what's wrong?"

He speaks my name slowly, arms loosening around me, "I... will always be here for you... but not like this. I cannot give you my heart."

My face contorts at his words. I shake my head, "you cannot give your heart?" I repeat incredulously, "but, my king... you already have."

He pulls his arms away from me. He all, of a sudden, cannot meet my gaze.

I stiffen against him, clenching my jaw as I roughly push myself off him. My nostrils flare in anger and my eyes begin to water. I heave, "why are you here then?"

Somnia keeps his eyes down.

I cannot believe this, "do you not know why you constantly come to me, my lord?"

He, still says nothing.

"Why do you constantly comfort me then?!" I seethe, pointing an accusing finger at him, "why are you even here, if you-" I choke on my words, almost as though my own mouth was not willing to admit this, "-cannot give me your heart? If you think you have not given it to me at all?"

He stands from the bed.

I walk back in response.

"Dilectus-"

"Don't call me that," I quip waving him off, "don't call me your beloved! Not when you claim you don't love me."

He speaks my name.

"What? Have you been leading me on? Have you been passing your time with me because I have not yet aged?!"

"That is not-"

"THEN WHY!" I cry out as my cheeks grow cold and hot all over again because of my tears. I shake my head as I walk all the way back until I could reach my door, "why can't you admit that you love me when I so clearly bleed out my love for you?"

He freezes at my words.

Was he only now realizing this? After everything?

I open the door slowly from behind me.

Somnium Regem is unable to say a word.

I roughly wipe my face, "behold," I scoff, "now I see you are just like any other man."

I turn on my heels and rip the door open, thinking of a place far, far, away as I did. When I hear him call out to me, I slam the door on my way out.

I am gone. I have transported myself away.

I find myself in an army hotspot, where dozens upon dozens of eager, hotblooded men where thirsting at the very idea of companionship, no matter how shallow it posed.

I walked like a regular though it was my first time here. I brazenly sit myself in a table of eight soldiers, looking between them with a bored look, "salvete, milites," I grab the cup of the man beside me, downing the wine in one go. My throat burns at the sour taste and I grunt as I slam the wooden object on the table. I push the cup forward, looking at no one in particular, pulling my lips into a lopsided grin, "et quis ex vobis effundam mihi potum?"

Greetings, soldiers. Will any of you pour me a drink?

The next moment, each man on the table fights to get the ewer of wine.

The moment after that is spent debating my prospects with each Roman militant. One by one, I flirt with them, tease them with my touches and my giggles, taking each one to dance to the muses of a bard and his company.

In the end, the winner, if I could even call him that, was the eldest in the bunch, Fabius. He was still only 27 but the fact he went from Africa and back with the scars to prove it was enough reason for me to choose him.

The perfect criminal to commit a perfect crime with.

Fabius smile as he dances with me, expertly on beat with the lute and the drums.

I'll show them all. I'll show them how I could go against them and break my oaths to everyone, to my family, to the one my heart called for, to myself.

Fabius would do. I would take him and make him mine for the night, or how many nights it would take for my body to bare his seed of mine of vindication.

This soldier was not nice, he was not smart, in fact, he was only rugged. I could tell that all the kindness he extended to me now was only out of his desire to share my bed. It was good enough, considering it was all I wanted or expected from him. And yet he was redeemed by how strong, shrewd, and, most of all, easy on the eyes he was. If he could not give my child compassion and wit, he would at least give his strong nose, soft lips and a warriors stamina.

I pull him near me just when the song ends. He captures me against him and leans down. I whisper on his ear, "would you like to take me home, Fabius?"

Fabius pulls back in disbelief. It is fleeting. He growls and grabs me by the waist, "I'd like to keep you home for the rest of my life."

I feel blood rise up my face at his proposal. I chew on my lower lip and release it from my teeth when he leans in to kiss me.

He is eager and hungry against me. He kisses me with fervor because he wants too, because his body burns in desire for me. He tastes sour, yet again is redeemed by how good he was at kissing.

I could see it now, our disaster. For every wrong he'd do me, he'd have one good thing to show for. It would be an endless cycle of tribulation, and in this moment, the idea of it shined like the stars.

I release a whine when I feel his hands move down to my bottom. This was about as far as I had gone with everyone, and in the next few hours, that would all change.

But suddenly, my head is spinning, utterly confused as to why he pulled away so harshly from me right when I thought he'd whisper the words in my ear.

I only realize what had happened when I see a dark figure faced back away from, sputtering Latin tightly against Fabius.

"Somnia!" I hiss, grabbing his arm, "what do you think you're doing?!"

I tense when he turns to me. I see both the Roman shoulder, toppled on his arse, crawling back in fear, and the blazing eyes of the Dream Lord. His face was truly a fearsome sight to those caught his gaze.

He takes advantage of my stunned state and grabs my arms, pushing me back.

All at once, I find I am pressed against a something, something soft. Dream's ferocious face softens as I am trapped against him, or I then realized, I was trapped beneath him.

No longer did the sour smell of wine tingle my nostrils. In fact, it now smelt like a morning breeze, like a flowery meadow, it smelt like him.

I was now in the Dreaming.

"You are more foolishly impulsive than I could have ever thought," the Dream Lord growls.

I grit my teeth, screwing my eyes shut, not giving him the satisfaction of a response.

"You think you can ignore me?" he quips, "you are in my house, my domain, my Dreaming, pinned under the palms of my hands."

I mask the way my body begins to react to his words, how my throat tightens, how my breath grows taxed, how my belly swirls, and how my thighs press against each other.

"Face me, demon hunter."

"Let me go," I weakly demand.

"I will not set you free after seeing what you meant to do to yourself."

I begin to fume, "Let me go!"

I open my eyes and wrangle beneath him, kicking and pushing him. I then dictate a long spiel of Latin cusses. My whole body burns in fury.

I am powerless against him though. He does not strain where I struggle. He pushes his weight onto me, hands trapping my wrists by the sides of my head, legs clamping mine between his. My face was now also turned to the side as he leaned into me, his hot breath practically searing the skin on my cheek.

Somnia mumbles, "you would give yourself away to a mere mortal on the street? A man who ogles your form, who could not possibly understand the honor you would so willingly bequeath him. His thoughts run wild with ideas of desecrating your being in a vile form taking his claim on you."

"Oh, and suddenly you care?!" I snarl, knocking my head into his, making him pull back in contact, "what does it matter if I chose to be with him? Or even if I chose the devil? The master of demons?! You do not love me."

He calls my name.

"YOU SAID IT YOURSE-"

"I WAS WRONG!" he bursts. His outburst leaves him breathless and stiffens me into marble.

I choke on nothing and feel my eyes water at the sight of him. His hair is messy, eyes are desperate, lips are quivering. He breaks when my tears begin to fall. He pulls away from me, sitting himself at the edge of his bed in defeat, in retreat.

I breathe in heavily, trying to calm myself down, "it took seeing me with another man to own up to your feelings."

He does not respond.

"Do you think I find that flattering?" I voice, "do you?!"

Again nothing.

"I find it petulant and slow-witted." I release a breath, "I find it offensively aggravating."

I push myself up from where I laid. I turn to the window, lips parting at the beauty of the meadows I knew he called Fiddler's Green. Never had I witnessed his domain like this, never before this moment had I ever even been here with him, flesh and bone.

And yet I tell myself not to enjoy the moment so much. I suck in a breath and scratch my tears away, turning to Dream's wide and hunched over back.

"Bring be back, Somnia," I mutter.

He straightens upon hearing this, head barely turning as he speaks, "what?"

I scoff, in utter disbelief that he is in shock of my words, "I do not want to be around you." I move to the foot of the bed then stand, "take me back home."

Dream looks at me, eyes reddish and glimmering with tears. He opens his mouth and speaks something but I do not hear it.

I huff through my nose, "take me back now, Dream. Or- or I'll never speak to you again!"

I recoil when he crawls over to me on the bed. He sit as the edge, reaching out to me, grabbing on to clothes. He whispers my name as his face hardens in desperation, "I do not wish for you to leave while this is unresolved."

"So," I tighten my hands into balls, "if I leave you now, what does that make me?"

He looks up at me, jaw clenching then relaxing as he opens his mouth to speak, "cruel."

I scoff.

A tear rushes down his face.

"And if you keep me here?!" I coaxed.

He releases me, dropping his head as he leans onto his knees. He voices firmly, "an Endless."

My whole body tenses at his words, grows rigid in anger over his sentiment. I was seconds away from lunging at him, but suddenly, a flurry of sand began to twist around me and before I could think, I was back in my bedroom.

It became painfully clear to me that if either of us wanted to resolve our quarrel, we'd have to first resolve our pride.

It had been seven days since the fact, and neither did I call out to him, and neither did he make attempts to come to me.

That was that then. Good riddance. Good, hard, and cold riddance.

All that's left, of course, was the issue with my brother, and her... brimming with life bride.

The image I had of her was starkly contrast to what she actually was. I thought she would have been one or two months in her pregnancy. I really dropped dead when I spied my brother talking to a woman with such a large rounded belly that she looked like she was about to pop any moment now.

The audacity. The sheer and utter disrespect.

Today, I was going to finally face her because my two younger brothers, Amias and Lucius, were now here to do the same. Aurelia had arrived two days before, and as much as we both confided in each other our ill feeling towards the whole predicament, she was as tender as ever, and laced every complaint with an eagerness to make peace with the matter.

My older sister was wholly compassionate, as always, but my younger brothers were not, and I was excited to meet this Veronica, solely because of the knowledge I would finally not be the only one restless about the situation.

And yet, as excited I was to see Amias and Lucius, bickering at each other the moment they arrived, I was betrayed by how it seemed neither of them were fazed by the gravity of the predicament, in fact, they were-

"happy for you brother!" Amias laughs, "I'm so happy for you! Lauda dominae!" He slaps Cassian twice on the shoulder before sealing him into a tight hug, "I understand that your bride is carrying two babes."

I nearly choke on the bile in my throat upon hearing that. My jaw hangs low. That's why her belly was so big. I hiss under my breath, "two?"

Amias pulls away and raises his hands, "clearly it is a sign from Domina to have at least one of them named after," he slaps a hand on his chest, "Amias the Gallant."

Cassian makes a half amused face at second youngest.

The final born smacks Amias' face and takes his turn to embrace Cassian, "malediceres ipsum esse huius infantis."

Lucius pulls away from Cassian, who laughed at his words, to repeat them with pinched fingers, eyeing Amias as he did so, "you would be cursing the very existence of this child."

"Your face is a curse to the world," Amias rebuts in our mother tongue.

When the boys begin to bicker all over again, I finally snap, "so am I truly the only one that cannot stomach this?"

The three turn to me. I am the odd one out.

I hear someone call my name from behind. It's Aurelia with that woman, that Veronica that she was now treating more of a sister than I. Aurelia pulls away from her to walk over to me, "let us speak about this out-"

"No!" I dodge her advances. My senses begin to flare at the feel of my siblings staring at me. I heave heavily as I back away from them, "you've all confided in each other about this, haven't you? You and Cassian," I hiss at Aurelia, "and Amias and Lucius."

Cassian calls my name.

"NO!" I shriek, "it's always been like this. It's always you," I suck in a deep breath, "and then there's me. The spare."

"Sister, that is not true." Lucius calls.

I shake my head, chuckling bitterly, "you're right. It's only ever always in my head, is it not?"

Without another word, I storm out of the room, hating myself for the way I was breaking.

I hide myself in the garden, in a secret corner where I basked in my loneliness, except this time, I would truly be lonely all by myself.

Tinges of betrayal flare up in me when Veronica appears out of nowhere.

She starts at the sight of me. I scoff at her pretending to be shocked by my presence. She speaks, "sister, I-"

"I am not your sister," I quip, "did your beloved tell you to look for me here?! To make peace with me?!"

She tenses at the severity of my tone, hand instinctively going on her belly, "I swear it on my mother, I did not know this was your place. I happened to wander here while I was clearing my own mind and found great solitude in the flowers," she says, turning to the said blossoms coloring the otherwise colorless place.

"They remind me of home," she says, "we had plenty of gladioli in our neighborhood."

Veronica turns to me offering as soft smile that makes me want to scream, "I understand they were a gift form your pat-"

"If you want to see these flowers so badly, why not go back home where there are plenty?" I snip, "and take your traitor with you, why won't you?!"

She presses her lips together. Her lightly tanned skin turns a shade scarlet after my cry. She covers her face and nods, "apologies sis-" she cuts herself off, smacking her lips in the process, "I- I'll leave you to your own devices."

My eyes watch her walk off. And very suddenly, as if I am possessed, my voice calls out to her.

Veronica freezes, turning back to me.

What have I done? Why did I do that. I do not want to speak with her.

I turn away, unable to face her, unable to face myself, unable to admit I called her name because I was not enjoying the harshness I was emitting, the harshness I was sputtering to this poor woman who was not even to blame for my emotions.

I'm spiraling, clearly.

I lick my lips, feeling my chest tighten. I huff and shake my head, "I'm not angry at you."

I make the mistake of turning to her. She's just as distraught as I am. I see myself in her in this moment. I sigh helplessly, "I'm not angry-" I curse then sniffle, wiping my philtrum, "I'm not angry at your children."

I wipe my hand on my face, "I'm not even sure if I'm angry at Cassian. I-" I shake my head rapidly, "I'm frustrated that this marks the start of his final years with us. That's he's going to have to... pay... for not completing his hundred years of service."

Veronica visibly reacts to my words. She sighs deeply, rubbing her swollen belly, "I think of that as well. There has not been a day that I have not thought of that."

I deflate. Here and now, it was clear she understood, even if just a fraction, the severity this choice my brother made. If he does not complete a century of demon hunting, then his captives would drag him by his heels into the pits and battle them for a hundred years there.

I look at her as we both begin to cry. I pat the surface I was sat upon, "do you want to sit down?"

She is taken aback by my words. She nods slowly and walks over to sit down next to me.

For a moment, we sit in silence.

"When he told me he would risk his life for me, I did not realize he meant it," Veronica mutters, "not like this."

I am further dejected. I turn to her, feeling my insides get chewed up by the sight of her wailing.

"I at least find comfort in knowing that the love," she places he hands on her belly, "this love we share, here and now is the purest and realest thing I have every felt."

"But how do you know?" I quip on the defensive, "how could you say that so surely?"

It wasn't because I didn't believe her, it was more of the fact I was projecting my own disbelief of love onto her.

I feel a sliver of guilt bite at me for the way in which I spoke, but Veronica was wholly unfazed. In fact, she chuckles under her breath, "because I know him," she smiles, turning to her belly, "and he knows me." She smiles, "it makes no sense, and it's hard to understand, but-" she turns to my side, lips curved in a smile, "I suppose that is what love is like between a mortal and a demon hunter."

I give her a look. She's insane.

Veronica laughs, clutching her stomach, "perhaps I am."

My eyes widen. I said that out loud? "Veronica, I-"

"But is that not how you and your lover feel?"

"What?"

"Somnium Regem," she mutters, "he sits outside your bedroom every night." She places a hand on her chest, "when I managed to overcome my fear, I asked him what he was doing."

I straighten at her words.

"He told me he was waiting for you to notice him."

I scoff.

"That his pride could not allow him to open your door."

I roll my eyes and shake my head at the thought.

"Yet the same pride could not bear the idea of ever letting you go."

I clench my jaw. Damn him.

"Perhaps that is was the love between a demon hunter and a god is like," Veronica speaks, taking my hand in hers.

"He's not a god," I tell her through an airy whisper, "he is a fool."

And so later that night, when darkness cloaked the sky, I brushed my sleepiness away and rose from my bed.

I tiptoed to my door and slowly creaked it open, soundless. Behold.

I sigh at the sight of the dark figure sitting alone in the lightless hall.

"Do you plan to sit there for half a century?" I speak, actually making him jolt from his place.

Somnia turns to me, eyes wide, lips parted. He takes a moment before responding, drawing out a deep breath, "if that is how long it takes."

I roll my eyes at him, walking out of my bedroom all together.

Dream watches me near him. When I reach out my hand to him, he immediately takes it and stands.

"Is your pride so mighty that you would never risk calling to me?"

He sighs, "I punish myself with my pride. If you could not bare turn to me again, then I did not deserve you."

"Oh, you half-wit. What if," I take his both his palms in my, "I actually make you wait that long for me to forgive you."

He presses near me, releasing a breath, "then I would say it is deserved."

I snort, rolling my eyes for the second time, "alright then," I move away from him, "better start counting-"

"No, wait," he tightens his hold on me, "please don't."

I purse my lips, nodding my head, "hmm. That's what I thought."

The being releases a sigh and hangs his head low, "I apologize for how I acted. It is a struggle for me to accept such emotions, considering how they have served me in the end."

I release his hands to take his cheeks into my palms. I bring my face near, lips ghosting over his, "then how do you plan to make it up to me?"

He brushes his nose against mine, hands coming to my sides, "how would you like for me to make it up to you?"

"A kiss," I whisper, lips curving into a mischievous smile, "on your knees."

I don't have the opportunity to laugh at my childish remark, for his lips finally catch mine, stealing my giggles, my breath, and my remaining thoughts away. I ignite against him. A haze forms in my mind. My body pushes against him, wanting to be closer than I am now.

He is nothing but soft and sweet against me. His mouth is a tender oasis that makes my heart pound and my mind melt. He pushes me back against the walls and my body pulls him into me along the way.

I gasp when he breaks away. I watch as he drops down. I knit my brows at him when his hands grab my hips. I call out his name with caution. He smiles up at me as his one hand scratches its way up from my ankles to my thighs.

I jolt, attempting to pull away, finding I am trapped with the wall behind me.

Somnia coos my name out, "hush. I am only making it up to my beloved."

"What are-" I whine when he lifts my skirt up and throws it over him. I catch his head when he kisses my thigh, "Dream, please, I was mocking you. I-" I let out an unholy sound when he pushes me back and makes an attempt to bite the inside of my leg.

"I assure you," he hotly breathes against my skin, making my entire body tingle with goosebumps, "I will not stand for the mockery of a demon hunter."

I rip at his hair from underneath my skirts. I tense against him when he shifts me onto one leg. The other, where his lips were busy nipping at my skin, its hooks over his shoulder.

"Somnia," I lean into him, gasping for air. My stomach rolls at this obscene image of him beneath me, "someone could see."

The King of Nightmares scoffs. "They would sooner be haunted with nightmares for fifty years before they could even think of beholding your form like this," he hisses against my skin as his one hand squeezes my thigh.

I slap a hand onto my mouth when I feel his nose rub against my sensitive bud. I dig into his hair and garble up the sounds from my throat as his lips connect with my core. My toes curl and my body leans into him involuntarily.

"Dream," I breathlessly speak, moving my palm slightly off my mouth, "please, I-" the harsh sound that leaves me when he nibbles then blows against my heat would have been enough to make anyone who hears it look for the sound in concern.

"I will please you, my dear," he speaks, suddenly pulling away. When his face is revealed to me after my skirt finally drops down, I choke on my breath as the sight of his glistening face.

His tongue swirls around his lips while he stands.

I helplessly watch him as he takes my cheeks and raises a brow at me, "unless you would like for me to stop."

The very thought of asking him to do anything is mortifying to me, yet I managed to shake my head in response.

And normally, I would have been offended by how he chuckles at me like that, but when he drops down again, or rather, I find, crawls down, I only look at him in anticipation. I push myself up elbows and realize I was now lying on a bed, facing a window, beholding the view Fiddler's Green. I was also naked, exposed to him, looking down at an equally disrobed Dream.

My whole body burns.

I do nothing but watch as he takes both my legs and props them on his shoulders before sinking down the middle.

I grunt and tense in my place, averting my gaze when he kisses my center. One of my hands reach out to Dream's dark hair. I whine before ripping at my lower lip. I look down on him as he looks up at me.

"All is well," he affirms, lifting his head up slightly, making me pull my hand away from his hair. He kisses my hand on its way then smiles, "let me make it up to you, beloved." He rubs his cheeks against my inner thighs, placing a kiss there, "calm yourself," he mutters, "I assure you, I will make you very much enjoy this."

"My king," I breathlessly call.

He hums, lips curving upward, pleased by the sound, "let your king do his work."

I bite my lips and close my eyes as I nod. I allow myself to relax against the cushions, though my hands were gripping onto the sheets.

"Valde bona," very good, he says.

My fists tighten and my toes curl all over again when his lips kiss into my heat. This time around, I am painfully aware of the wetness that is pooling and beginning to drip down my flesh. The feeling conflicts me.

Almost as if he was aware of my realization, he laps at me and moans, "so honeyed and sweet. So eager and ready for me."

I huff at the feel of him.

"Do not needlessly worry yourself, your body is exactly how I want it."

With this, I find myself fulling relaxing. I arch my back, as his mouth presses more eagerly into me. I attempt to suppress my squeals when his tongue pushes into me. My hands immediately reach to him and my fingers curl into his hair.

He moans then chuckles. He makes it a point to do this against me as he parts my legs further when I begin to press them close. He calls out my name, making me turn to him slowly. Half of me regrets it, half of me goes wild at the sight of him.

The Dream Lord states, "I find offence in your attempts to suppress your noises. Do not conceal them."

I choke out a whine then his thumb rubs against my nub. I screw my eyes shut again as he continues, "perhaps you need more encouragement."

When he dips a finger into me, a guttural sound rips past my lips. I pull one hand away from him to clamp it on my mouth, but the growl I get in reaction makes me drop my it and turn back to Dream.

"You mock me further by disobeying me?" he huffs squeezing the flesh of by my buttocks tightly, "I should make sure the entire Dreaming hears you scream for its King."

He sinks into me again, only this time, there is a grit from his teeth. I rip at both his roots and mine when he does so, unable to conceal the noises that leave my mouth.

He slowly pumps in and out of me, "louder."

I whine and catch my breath, calling out his name in some sort of plea.

"Louder, I said," he commands as he sinks another digit into me and hastens his pace.

There was no way I could keep silent even if I wanted to at this point.

With his fingers, poking and curling, and his mouth, licking and sucking, it doesn't take long for a strong tension to coil up in my belly. My lips could barely make sense of the words it wanted to say. I fundamentally begin to sputter out nonsense.

"A little bit more," he moans, "give me a little bit- there."

I come undone on him with a cry. My legs force themselves against him as my body spasms. He does not make an effort to push me open, and in fact, he brings his hands on my hips, kneading at them, as if encouraging my actions.

In those tender, body curling moments, I feel warmth and pleasure spread around me. My breath escapes me as I eventually turn into putty.

When he finally pulls away, I turn down to him as he slowly trails wet and hot kisses from my core all the way up my jaw. I take his cheeks in my hands when he kisses my lips. My own cheeks tingle when I see the sheen of my pleasures on his nose and chin. I bashfully swipe at it with my thumb, eager to retreat. And yet, he catches my hand, taking my thumb into his mouth, licking at my finger then pulling it away with a soft pop.

"Well done, my love," he says, smiling at me as he rolls on his side.

I knit my brows as he lies beside me, pulling me near him as he does so that we could face each other.

Dream notices my demeanor. He pushes my hair back, raising a brow, "did I not make you enjoy it?"

My lips part. My face begins to burn at the thought, "no. No I mean yes- I mean- I- I enjoyed it."

He nods, "I know."

I snort at his words, brows slightly tensing, lips pursing.

He smiles, shifting in his place so that he could lie on his chest. When he does so, he pushes me on my back and brings his mouth near one of my breasts. I gasp when he laps at it like a snack, while he massages the other with his hand. My hands dig into his hair, messing it up more than ever.

"Dream," I call.

He does not respond like I want him to and only closes his eyes.

I let out a soft grunt when he sucks at my flesh. I sigh, "Dream, wait."

He immediately halts, lifting his head up, releasing my breast from his mouth.

I lick my lips as I look down at him.

"What is it? Do you not like this?"

"No... I... what about you?"

He takes a moment to respond. He chuckles, pulling me closer to him, "sweet dear," he kisses my rib, "you need not worry about me."

"No, but-"

"I will claim your maidenhood in a moment."

... w... w- he said what?

He raises his brows along with the corners of his lips. A velvety chuckle escapes him, "is that not what you want?"

"..."

"Is it not I that you wish to lay claim to this tenderness within you, this tenderness that your humanity puts so much emphasis on?"

I suck in a deep breath and bite my lip tightly.

"Do you want me to have you now?"

"... yes."

He grins, tongue darting across his lips, "then I say, do not worry about me," he kisses my skin, "I know well enough what I want to do with you."

So for a few minutes, the Dream King keeps his attentions on my breasts. He pulls me closer to reciprocate the same treatment to the other after a while.

At one point, he brings his hands to my core again, making my body quiver against him.

When I begin to call out his name in the same dazed manner from a while ago, he lifts his head from by chest and kisses my lips, pulling away again to smile down at me, "you feel ready for me now, beloved."

I bite my lips in anticipation.

"Are you ready?" he asks with genuinity.

I nod, "yes."

He pushes himself up and begins to crawl on top of me. His hands parts my legs to make room for himself and I graciously open myself up for him.

I sigh when he presses against me, hands rearing me by my waist. Dream kisses my check, "yes. You're more than ready, aren't you?"

Our eyes lock. He looks at me in expectation. I nod my head again.

He wraps my legs around him as he slowly rocks into me, making me breathlessly moan beneath him.

He sighs, kissing my jaw, all the way down to my neck, sucking on my skin before iterating, "my soft lover, so ready for me."

"Somnia," I whisper, fingers digging into his shoulders.

He hisses when I meet the rolling of his hips with my own. He nips at my neck, "alright, my love. I would not dare deprive you any longer."

A chill runs down my spine when he lifts up and sinks down into me. The action draws out a prolonged cry from my lips. In response, he peppers my neck with kisses while adjusting atop my body.

"So good," I mumble, "so good inside me."

He groans at my words, hands gripping my hips as he slowly begins to push and pull himself into me, "yes, my precious. I'll make you feel good, even more than a while ago, even more than now."

I sigh as Dream kisses my neck, and gently grinds into me.

After a few moments, I tighten my legs around him and whine, "more please. I want to feel you more."

He moans, immediately heeding my cries, hips bucking into me with more fervor, "in imperio tuo."

On your command.

He kisses my lips, repeating, "on your command, beloved, a slave to your command."

My voice hikes up and loudens when his pace grows quicker. I heave in an attempt to even my breathing. My fingers tangling back into his hair for the nth time.

"My sweetness," he says in between thrusts, "such sweet sounds," he moans, "and all for me."

I moan, calling out his name on instinct.

He hums, kissing my cheek, "better now? Isn't it better?"

"Yes, yes, oh, my lord, yes," I whine, "so much better."

He goes wild with the praise. He drinks it up like cool water on a scorching day. He growls as he finds a delicious tempo, quick and full, snapping in and out of me like it was his purpose.

I begin to recite all the Latin praises I could think of.

When I slowly spiral in my pleasure, I call out his name, and when I hardly find it in myself to speak, I bite into him, gnawing at his flesh like it was my deliverance, not thinking about its consequences, not thinking about how it would feel for anyone but me.

He hisses, pushing deeper into me, poking a nerve in my being that breaks my mind, that renders me boneless beneath him.

All at once, my sweet words are morphed into obscenities. All of the praises in my body are burned into oohs and aahs and throaty cries that I never thought myself of producing.

Dream eats it up like candy, taking in my lips with his, making our pants mix into further lascivious noises.

At one point, I am numb to everything but him. At one point, I was at the fullness of his mercy. He could crush me and spit on my bones and I'd thank him. But he does not do this, he does not desecrate my form, he does not disregard my being. Instead he dives into me with adoration, he treats me with divine regard, he stretches me out with care.

I make no other sound than ones of pure enjoyment as the king begins to shift my legs.

I submit to him, to whatever he wants to do with me, and soon, he pushes my knees to my chest and brings my legs to his shoulders.

Now, I was lost to everything save the tension in my core. After adjusting himself against me, breaking into my being as if intent on binding our forms together, I scream out and thrash my hands helplessly at anything, everything I could get my hands on.

When he calls out my name and praises my body, I'm a goner. The Lady be damned. In this moment there was only one, there was only him, the Dream King. Just him, him, him.

And so I scream it out, I scream out his name as my body crumbles against him. I flutter and crash. I tense and release. I was delivered.

He calls out my name in response. He calls out my name and does not dare relent his motions. Next thing I know, I'm shaking all over again with a vengeance as he spills into me, hot, sharp, and blinding.

Somnia pushes my legs apart, though his movements do not at all slow. He digs into me with his heels and pushes his chest flush into mine, cradling me against him, as if he was scared I'd disappear.

Then slowly, slowly, slowly, he allows his pace to relent. Gently, gently, gently, he kisses me and finally gives me a chance to catch my breath, to feel myself on him, to savor this utter bliss between us.

I mumble nothings as I trap him with my limbs. I pull him into me tightly, not wanting him to leave, only wishing that he'd keep me here like this forever.

And then the wildness fades.

In the aftermath of it all, the sounds of strangled breathing persists. Grunts and mewls catch up with us as well, as we both eventually soften against each other's beings.

I let out taut panting sounds against his ear before I nip at his lobe.

I squeal when he laughs, my body was oversensitive to the vibrating of his chuckle.

He stops himself and offers a kiss on my cheek, "my sweet darling."

I close my eyes, allowing myself to savor his scent, his feel, his taste.

Dream continues my neck again, lathering me with more affection, "have I made it up to you yet?"

I nibble at my lip as I nod. He smiles in return.

"I think... you may have ruined every other man for me."

He tenses. I feel him tense above me real time. He pulls his head back, looking down at me so suddenly with a fury, "you dare mean to say you expected to have another besides me after all of this?"

"Well, I-" I wail, body jolting sharply when he ruts into me in offence over my words.

"This," he hisses, "this is more than mockery. This is treachery, this is treason!"

I let out shaky sounds and piercing shrieks when he does not relent.

He only halts when tears begin to lace the corners of my eyes, after I practically call out his name in a plea for my life.

He ends his retaliations with a huff, nostrils flaring, hand grabbing my jaw, "look at me, little one."

I screw my eyes shut. There is a dread that builds in my belly.

"Must I repeat my punishment to have you look?"

I blink back the tears from my eyes as I turn to him. I let out a weak sigh at the sight of him.

"You shall have to make it up to me for that."

I pant at the rigidness of his expression.

"Do you understand me?"

I huff, nodding my head.

"I asked-"

I squeak again when he thrusts.

"-if I am understood."

"Yes, my king."

He hums, or rather, he bellows, "very good then."

[legally-allowed-to-slime]

i disagree on the "it was a good kill and Gem is bothered by it/pretends she's not" bc it really wasn't,,, and Gem can be right in calling it pathetic and also not expecting it/knowing how to escape and also be not that bothered by it bc she does try to like, let (red life) people kill her the entire session, she's 'not a sweat' as she calls it

Mumbo literally lost a life bc he was going after Gem in the car (he pours lava where she was specifically), then tried to lava her twice, Grain had to tell him to keep going after her with a sword (also Skizz tries to lava her before that too lmao) and she still escaped it to the point Mumbo logs out bc hes embarrassed (in a light hearted way ofc) just to log back in, join in on Martyn helping them (Gem does just accept him digging a hole under her, doesn't move at all, she only tries to escape the lava) just for Ren to steal the kill like the little yellow life shit he is and then Mumbo tries to lava her again lmao. it is pathetic, let's not kid ourselves here, Looney Tunes type crap, especially with the speed. It's a good kill on Ren side ig??? idk

like. idk, people try too hard to make it seem like she's bothered or not, maybe the answer is simply that she accepts dying, but she also wanted the killer to actually try to get her (like Grian does, he clearly hates the cheap kills,,, unless it comes from his teammates lmao)

feel like ppl try too hard to make her look like Scott (and I don't think even Scott is that bothered, he just switches to survival mode for once lol), when both her and Joel are fine with ppl trying to murder them and succeeding, they show it multiple times this session

i don't think this makes her "untouchable" or boring either, bc I don't think any life series member takes death as seriously as fanon makes it seem sometimes (might be the dsmp brain wiring lmao, but to me it does matter how a person reacts to their death and what they do afterwards, and she goes back there and just. Tries to congratulate Mumbo until she realizes Ren did it. She doesn't hide, doesn't get annoyed or anything, so I don't see why would I take it as her lying to herself or the viewers. Taking her at face value is smarter here, bc she doesn't hide her feelings, she's open about being annoyed at Pearl/Imp, she's open about disliking ppl and how she feels about stuff). they know they're in a death game, know what to expect so it's whatever as long as theyre still green and have lives to waste

i know it's all in good fun and role-play, but I just wanted to give my opinion from somebody who's not that into this side of the fandom (this is also messy as fuck and i probably repeated myself a bunch but im too lazy to fix this, whateeverr)

i’d like to preface this with a disclaimer: gem is one of my favourites. i would never speak so derogatorily about a character if i did not obsessively watch all their povs and consume so much fanfic about them that i’m sick. put simply, c!gem is morally grey, and i’m entirely comfortable with it. moving on

i feel like we need to face the fact that every lifer is an unreliable narrator. yes, some to a greater extent than others, like how dl!pearl or sl!lizzie are clearly unreliable. but all of them, bar none, say and go through things that affect their worldview. an unfortunate phenomenon known popularly as “the human experience”. especially in the life series, when the ccs are deliberately roleplaying, it would be naive to take any of them at face value, especially when evidence says otherwise.

so yes, gem is definitely bothered. she talks about how she’s a target, even puts a target on her skin, and keeps on talking about how incompetent everyone is (even when they’re not trying to kill her). i don’t think this is unreasonable of her at all, i’m just pointing out an incongruence in her words and her behaviour. again, there’s nothing wrong with being bothered, but what’s really interesting is that she constantly says things like “oh, finally!” or “that was so bad” or just laughs. to me, i interpret it as her purposely trying to keep up the image that she isn’t bothered, that she is confident or that wow, look, the other players are so bad she’s getting frustrated that she can’t die. a “regular” lifer would probably just exclaim oh no if there was a failed attempt on their lives, but gem is much more deliberate with her words. i’m not calling her calculating, but maybe i am.

(i have noted before that gem is impressively good at faking real emotion, so that definitely plays a factor in my interpretation. it’s very easy to dismiss it as genuine exasperation, but based off her other words you can slightly discern that it’s a facade. obviously gem is gunning for a win this season, and if she’s gunning for a win, why would she try or want to die?)

as for the kill. directly before this, yes, it was a cartoon chase scene, but gem was in full survival mode and was darting around, constantly eating. it would be foolish to pretend that she wasn’t trying to stay alive.

you argue that she allowed martyn to dig the hole under her. i went back to check, and due to the sped up game, it took martyn a little over 2 seconds to dig the 2x2x3 hole. 2 things can be true: gem is good at the game, and the hole caught gem off guard. furthermore, gem was looking at grian and not at martyn when the hole was dug. so she’s in the hole, and she has less than one second to react before the lava is placed. gem pulls out her water bucket very quickly, and places it down the same second. too late. she’s caught by the lava, she yells, she takes out her shovel to dig, she digs one block and then dies. so how long does the kill take?

eight seconds. from the first block being broken to gem dying to the lava, it takes eight seconds. that is the opposite of pathetic. that is a well-executed kill and even with gem’s condescending “good job!” it doesn’t take away from the fact that it was well done. note that gem reacted very quickly, so it wasn’t gem “allowing” herself to be killed. she tried pretty hard to not die, but the lava was just faster. in no way did she accept dying when even in her own video it’s clear that she fought to the end.

gem is definitely not fine with people murdering her. the other attempts, yes they were bad, but gem also tries to dodge them. i feel like she legitimately forgot about tango’s trap and stood on it by accident, but changed her story when tango failed anyway, because she doesn’t even say anything to tango (like a cheeky “tango i’m standing here”) prior to the actual attempt. i wouldn’t go so far as to call her a sweat, but to go to the other extreme that she allowed people to kill her is also straight up inaccurate, even if gem acts like she did.

so, we’ve established that it’s a good kill. how does gem react? she tells the audience “oh it’s pathetic”, goes up to mumbo and tells him “mumbo i’m so proud of you”. that is textbook condescending. she’s trying to act amused, as if mumbo’s a toddler that’s just done a cool trick. (never mind that it was ren, it’s the intention behind her words) if she got outwardly annoyed, that would make it obvious that she was actually threatened by the kill, or that she was actually bothered. this faux nonchalance is what i’m trying to point out here. i don’t think she’s inwardly annoyed either. i just think she’s lying to herself.

as for that last bit, i don’t think i ever said this made gem boring. to me this makes her incredibly interesting and an incredibly complex character to dissect. i’m saying those who just believe whatever she says and believe that whatever she says is what she actually believes are making out her character to be more boring than it is.

[suckishima]

haikyuu rewatch s01e01

i've been itching to rewatch the series lately and a few years ago i did something similar for miraculous ladybug where i wrote up like a stream of consciousness/commentary post and made a gifset for each episode and i wanna try to do it again for haikyuu?? we'll see if i stay committed or not lol—gifsets per ep probably a lot more likely to continue than commentaries tbh, these things are long and not thought out so,

anyway let's start with episode 1, who wants to take bets on how many times i get teary-eyed?

ughhhhh how did i not know IMMEDIATELY my first time watching what a fucking banger of a show this would be. this opening scene is sooo aah. the voice over with the sounds of the balls and shoes, the actual content of the 'a tall tall wall' monologue, and then the visuals of just hinatas shoes stepping up to the line and then 'it was a view i could never see on my own' and the rest of the teams shoes step in??? FUCK

holyyyyy and bc im obsessed i know who is who based on their shoes in that lineup and after thir 'onigaishimasu' and they run onto the court they all run in at different speeds?? and like tanaka goes quick and kageyama bounces on his toes and tsukki is all like unenthusiastic?? what the fuCK bro

its been literally 40 seconds and im in awe aaah

oh.. oh no it's the intro. i was joking before about getting teary-eyed but uhhh

how long has it been since i watched season 1 omgg 😭😭😭

gOD the opening is so good, not just imagination but the visuals rrr the practicing shots and the animation on all the volleyball looks so great wowow

one of the less talked about of the many crimes of getting movies instead of a 5th season is definitely the loss of another amazing opening and ending

damn did i really never realize that karasuno of the little giant's time didnt JUST go to nationals but theyre playing on center court when hinata catches them on tv? meaning its either the semi finals or finals, damn lol

hmmmm i am already conflicted about whether or not i wanna talk about manga spoilers in these writeups lmao. tumblr blockout spoiler text WHEN

anywayyyy manga readers hinata on his bike watching little giant on tv iykyk (and if you know me lol) right

rrrr the imagery of the crow flying into hinata from the screen with still the sounds of the balls and whistles aaah what a cool way to show inspiriation

huh, the libero is no.2 not no.4 is that manga accurate from just before furudate decided that it was a Thing for karasuno or did the animation not check?

okay i checked and you literally can only see the little giant in the manga and none of the rest of the team so im calling it an oversight on the animation side lol (understandable, tbh when youre just making people up to fill in the shot, you arent thinking about jersey lore)

no one cares but my japanese is surprisingly better than when i first watched (at which time i knew nothing) and i can actually understand a few bits here and there without the subs

reading the occasional katakana in the background is fun too. mmmm i should try looking at og scans of the manga to see how the sound effects are intended to be read, ive heard the way furudate incorporates the characters into the action as the sound itself is really well done

air salonpas!

oooo one of the teams practicing spikes had one guy hit left handed, thats a fun detail!

dude hinatas friends are such homies i swearrrr

'whats our opponent kitagawa daiichi even like' 'idk! but we're gonna win!' lmaooo hinata you coulda done SOME research

ooo the shot of kitagawa walking in and looming above hinata is so well done, they look huuuge. i know factually that kindaichi and kunimi are tall but i tend to forget, kunimi especially, hes got short energy to me 😅

yessss and the shot of kagyama walking by and just like his Aura is enough for hinata to pick up on the king vibes yooo its so goood

kitagawa daiichi banner is just 'victory' lol okay

i could use some of hinatas blind confidence in my life lmao

oh jk its bathroom tummy ache time

man the set up for kageyama as like powerful early on is SO good, weve only seen him twice so far and both times it all above the king cape, which im pretty sure is also supposed to represent how hinata sees him which rrrr what a great way to set up their dynamic knowing everything that's to come. greatest opponent to greatest ally etc etc

also thinking about how this IS basically all hinatas POV (including the quote i just referenced) and what kageyamas POV of hinata is when he looks back on it all 👀

kageyama telling hinata he shouldnt talk big bc he isnt even physically ready (referencing tummy ache), and hinata right off the bat telling kageyama 'the six of us go all the way' and kageyama responds 'i will win every game' oooo yep they both got some things to learn from each otherr

seriously how is hinata like the friendliest person on the planet. his team is SO bad and all he cares about is that he's finally on the court, he's so positive and determined even when they're doing terribly and his friends dont know wtf is going on

🥺🥺🥺 he's so happy seeing his palm all red after spiking the ball successfully the first time waaah

sjkhdk i always laugh at 'well there IS a foxy senpai on the girls team' lmaoo like he could have just ignored that part of the question, and who translated it to 'foxy' anyway lmaoo

koji, soccer friend, coming in for a foot receive! he missed lol but for real hinatas friends are so cool showing up for him like this

i mean, they are also avoiding him when he tries to practice throughout middle school, but they showed up here when it counts

love that you can see the 'mild internal bleeding,' as kuroo would call it, on izumi's arms when he tells hinata that his arms hurt lol

akjhsakjsasj they hype hinatas jumping skills, the music swells, you think hes got it, aaaand then immediately triple blocked and the music cuts back out lmaoo. honestly, love how haikyu always plays with expectations like that

half time serve routines my beloved.... i miss you..

'we keep trying.. because we havent lost yet' <333

but also kunimi, what a mood lmao

the animation on hinatas slide hit after the toss missss aaaah, and kageyamas bangs like whipping in the wind before he reaches as far as he can aah god this whole sequence is so beautiful

kageyama after knowing hinata for roughly 30 minutes: "this guy overwhelms me" skagsajsa

he has every quality to be someone even better but—WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING THESE PAST 3 YEARS?? 😭😭😭😭

karasuno senpai in the crowd!! related dumb question time, why isnt tanakas hair blond here? he should be a first year atm, and the beginning of the ep said this match is about 3 years and 3 months after little giants nationals (which is in january, although iirc the month changed sometime around those years so possibly it was in march during his time—hence why call 'spring tournament') but either way if hinata and kageyama are still middle school third years then tanaka should be a first year and thats when his hair was blonde. likely in universe answer i guess is just that this tournament is after the practice match where karasuno loses badly and gets made fun of which makes tanaka respect his senpai more and shave his head lol. which also, if hes here with them at this middle school tournament also makes sense with that so. question answered i guess

'if you want to be the last one standing then become strong' waaah

awwww the first years that he recruited to fill out his team stayed with him to practice with the middle school girls team!! they caught the volleyball bug <3

not me pausing to try and see which one of them is the foxy senpai..

lmaoooo the "old ladies team" that hinata practices with are called the yukigoaka beauties lol nice

yoooo hinatas running toward the gym for the first time and a crow flys away and a feather crossed in front of hinata niiiiice

let me tell you i had relatively low expectations for haikyu my very first time. i just wanted something easy to watch while i ate my lunch during the day, and i thought it would just be a predictable underdog story where hinata gets revenge for middle school. and i wasnt against that, i was relatively entertained this whole episode, then it gets to the end and reveals that kageyama has to be his teammate and i was like OH this is gonna be GOOD good. immediately have me hope and reassurance that the show knew what it was doing and wasnt gonna just be typical cliches etc

fuck i wish i could watch again for the first time

i warned you this would be long lol, honestly these writeups are more for me in the future to like remember my thoughts etc and like i said we'll see if i keep it up lol

[its-no-biggie]

finally started watching trigun stampede and oh my fucking god????

the VIBES. i just started episode 4 and wolfwoods introduction?? dragging a cross behind him????? he hasnt spoken a single word and im already obsessed with him. im also thinking about that one post i saw about how vash is jesus (SO fucking accurate btw) so the image of dragging the cross through the desert was like. oh theyre /intentional/ with it

also vash is such a good character holy shit. hes so unserious and i fucking love the way hes animated. his goofy ass running really sells it. but then he fucking shoots a bullet out of the air and its AWESOME hes so cool but also hes just a silly little guy! and of course the Tragic Backstory really just tops it all off. great protagonist hes so fun to watch

i also really love the evil twin shit, the way Millions Knives has fully committed to the aesthetic is fucking awesome and then he just. destroys an entire town? just for the sake of it?? top tier villain shit. and i like how vash is clearly really skilled but still doesnt hold a candle to Mr Knives. sets up a really good dynamic i cant wait to see where it goes from here

anyway its really just getting started so ill probably post more updates as i go but. so far 10/10 im having a great time

[cottoncandysprite]

God ok. So I rewatched the season 3 finale right. This was my first rewatch since bingeing the entire show in 2 days with no breaks except sleep last spring so obviously this was my first REAL watch of it that wasn't over emotional and sleep deprived. And I still cried my eyes out.

That finale (and the third season as a whole) is such a perfect piece of television for so many reasons but I'm just gonna be rambling about some of my favorite details for a second so just hang tight

Guillermo interrupting himself at the beginning with "and I deserve it" is SO UNDERRATED I'm obsessed with him

Laszlo draws such a realistic line of putting up a front of apathy even though we as the audience know how close he and Colin got that season. Like obviously he's mourning but it's not cartoonishly obvious that he's lying like we would see from Nadja. He's just unusually quiet.

Colin's pictures being torn out jumpscared me. Not a fun thing to forget about when you aren't emotionally prepared

I miss the Nadja doll. Where was she in season 4 fr

It cuts to Guillermo when Nandor talks about being reminded of how eternal life can be snuffed out in an instant. Camera guys ily

"You're running away from your feelings!" vs. "You're one of the things I need to get away from!" I never forgot about this moment I just can't believe it exists

Do y'all think Viago is gonna be confused when Guillermo shows up as a guest judge on drag race this season

LASZLO HAD A FLING WITH WALT WHITMAN????????? WE ALL JUST FORGOT THAT EXISTED HUH

Guillermo's little grins as he ran around trying to manipulate the house into staying. I love this little shit

Laszlo's speech legit got me choked up. WITH NADJAS THEME IN THE BACKGROUND I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

Ok. Fuck. The fight scene. GOD.

¡¡¡PLANCHA!!!

Wouldn't say Guillermo cheated, fought dirty yes but cheating is a bit of a stretch Nandor. I thought you were a strategist

HOW COME NO ONE TALKS ABOUT GUILLERMO THROWING THE KNIFE BACK ANYMORE. WITH THE "AH AH AH!" THAT WAS COOL AS FUCK I LOVE HIM

"You're just scared of me right now" I mean, that and one other thing probably

I know it's been pointed out on here a million times but I wonder if Guillermo realized that Nandor wanted to share ancestral soil. He must have realized right

NANDOR'S SMILE AFTER GUILLERMO LEAVES IM GONNA BE SICK

"MY NANDO- MASTER" AND WHAT IF I SCREAMED

The hat. Maybe it was packed and that's why Guillermo had such bad luck (/hj)

THEIR PLAYFUL TEASING. UGH. NANDOR IS SOOO BABYGIRL IN THIS EP

Do y'all think NADJA will recognize Guillermo on drag race????????

Catch me literally sobbing at the train station. NANDOR LOOKS SO PATHETIC. YOU CAN SEE THE HEARTBREAK IN HIS EYES. WHILE GUILLERMO CALLS OUT TO HIM. THEYRE IDIOTS AND I HATE IT HERE

The lighting on the scene where Laszlo discovers Baby Colin had no right being that cool

That kinda just devolved into recounting the events of the episode through screaming but like. It stands. That episode. God.

[star-stream]

Bakuage 13

Im really glad that the crossover episode had a lasting effect on the team, specially Taiya. I think that meeting Speedor is a really good reason to make animal themed cars rather than just "well kids like animals and cars so". Its good!

Its also fun to see who does what in the development of the Boonboomcars... but also...

Of COURSE Chasshiro made AIs that dont trust easy. Of course. This fucking guy... Hes so funny i love him. Please open your heart.

Someone on twitter pointed out that this is the same house (and maybe same girl) that was keeping Tsubasa in the dog house, putting it here cause thats funny as hell.

Im glad you went through the trouble of showing Taiya pay for parking. For a moment after the Sanseaters turn up i was gonna be worried it would get towed but Taiya was on the ball so I could continue watching with no problems.

Why are you here Chasshiro? You love riding on the passenger seat, I see you. I think its fun how he was looking pleased right UNTIL Genba showed up, then he became suicidal. Im so obsessed with this dynamic.

If you did more informant work rather than going on dates perhaps youd be on the ball but i dont blame you. Continue.

This is perhaps my favorite shot of the Boonboom Killer Robo. Its so funny theres something about it thats just real charming. It looks like some kind of lizard perhaps. Maybe its cute cause its hands are raised like a red panda thats trying to look scary.

The Sanseaters were so good in this episode... Them dancing to this folk song... You guys are real nice guys, maybe just misguided.

Bakusage.... So cute... Chasshiro likes to curl up, Genba and Mira are halfway to laying down.. Jou is gone... so cute!

WHEN HE PULLED THIS OUT I LOST IT. I almost accepted it but its too ridiculous, where did it come from!!!!

Its cute that Taiya is trying to crank himself up by sitting in his cool car... It didnt work, but its cute.

Chasshiro went back and then immediately resumed this position, under his desk... This is way too funny...

They honestly struck gold with the Sanseaters, i feel like everyone immediately loves these goofy guys. Im smiling just looking at this picture. It was cute how innocent their individual requests were... Also, the way Genba softly spoke to them while he procured stuff was so good, hey...

Their transformation poses!!! So good, honestly Itasha killed it. Also, "Bun Aka" Yarucar is just a little guy... it was nice of them to give Red to Yarucar. Thats the rule of playing pretend rangers, you gotta let the little guy take red.

I LOOOOOOVE that the Sanseaters are driving the Robo. I was surprised i wasnt expecting that! Its finally Dekotorades time to shine, since he wasnt able to do much of anything until now when it comes to general chaos. Also the Killer Robo has such a cool design, look at these toys?! crazy good ones

This was Awesome.

I love the clawing motion for this finisher. I love when they do little poses in the cockpit.

LET THEM PLAY!!! THEYRE HAVING SO MUCH FUN!!!

[solarsleepless]

sooooooo...... forgot to tell you this but i (finally) sat down and watched the power rangers 2017 movie yesterday because i was bored and had nothing to do, and it was fun. and i mainly watched it because of your trimberly posts, and well uh, guess whose now 6 years late to the party *points thumbs at me*

(if I'm influenced by my dash enough, i will succumb to it and give in at least 50% of the time)

OH???

MY GOD????

IM INDOCTRINATING PPL INTO THE TRIMBERLY CULT WITHOUT EVEN TRYING MY PROPOGANDA IS WORKING YES YES YESSSSS!!!!!! WOOOOOOOOOH !!!!!!!!!! HELL YEAH OGHGH WE GOT A NEW MEMBER EVERYBODY

trimberly is so canon. theyre the most canonest couple to ever canon. the fucking chemistry makes me stop breathing. i love them. fucking gayasses

what do i need to do to make u more obsessed plsplspls

[tokyogruel]

@deicidefull tumblr wont let me answer your ask properly, im depressed. so i will have to do it in a fucked up way

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i was going to sleep but how many chances does one get to throw 875 songs&artists at unsuspecting mutuals?

"before you do anything you need to listen to this is love by air traffic controller and think of sakurai haruka. relatively easy. done? try listening to kodomo no shikumi by pinocchiop. okay, slowly, try thinking of momose amane. it doesn't have to make sense, this is for fun. keep your train of thought and start listening to milk crown on sonnetica now. take a break. listen to some nanawoakari and don't think of anyone in particular. this one's a bit difficult...listen to carnivorous plant. get up and walk around a bit. sit back down and listen to it again, but think of kusunoki muu this time. that was tiring, take another break. listen to some frederic. again, you don't need to think of anyone in particular. try thinking of sakurai haruka again. then, listen to kotoba no obake ga mado kara miteiru by frog69. watch the mv, too. this is important. if you still need more rest, listen to some flowerface. alternatively, if you can handle it, listen to i'd like to die at about 40 years old by aoya and think about kashiki yuno. you can keep listening to aoya even if you don't think about her. you can even listen to jan and think about sakurai haruka. it's your life. okay now you're finally ready... listen to killer spider by pinocchiop. think of kusunoki muu. do it again. do it again. do it again. do it again. do it again. do it aga (im so normal about spider muu im so normal) you're done!! for a treat, listen to some yorushika or yoasobi, whichever you have at home! remember you're the one who asked for song recs...okay...sorry...goodnight snork mimizzzz"

youre starting off soooo fucking gooooddddd GODDDDDD,, i love air traffic controller. and im gonna be honest it's hard not to think of hamnet from the underland chronicles,,, but hamnet is a haruka-type anyway so i got over it LMAO. YOUR MIND IS SO BEAUTIFUL FOR THIS ONE DO YOU MIND IF I THROW IT ON MY HARUKA PLAYLIST?

this is a very good amane song i like where youre going with this. lets check out the next song! .... "The innocent emotions, so much that I clean and dispose of them. For what grounds does "pure" and "impure" become the labels I brandish?" ... you would willingly hurt me like this

i ended up listening to this one. i think its cute & im definitely interested in hearing more!

im assuming you mean this one, in which case,, WOW,,, THIS IS A REALLY FUCKING GOOD SONG,, the "i hate you" being "i wish all you had was mine"???? SCREAMS INTO A PILLOW. ok. im normal

i ended up listening to oddloop and IM OBSESSED. THEIR SOUND IS SO FUN? i saved a few of their songs to my spotify likes to listen to later and im so excited. the lead singer has such a fun voice. AHHHH (also i know you said not to think of anyone, but oddloop is a shidou song to me now)

THIS SONG IS REALLY GOOD. and the mv is so simple, so effective. very haruka. at this point i am going to run off and take a shower (also, i have watched the mvs for all of these :3 very good stuff)

ok i am back i am fresh, im sparkling. kurari kurari. i ended up picking baby teeth to listen to, and im a fan, though very sad now. i might have to gather some similar songs i have in my spotify to send back to you sometime. hm. had a hard time finding the aoya song so heres a link to it for others. very sad, very yuno i agree. i also couldnt figure out where to find songs by jan, so i ended up listening to the diary of jane instead which is absolutely not what you told me to do (if you could send me some jan songs though, id love that)

VERY GOOD SONG. i can totally see it for muu. unfortunately, my brain immediately pushed it onto shidou (i dont think thats sinful,, theyre technically partner prisoners,, 0405,,) but to make up for this grievance ill share the lines that make me go "OH YEAH, MUU" .. "Because you're really no good, Because you can't do anything without me, I'll bite you softly, poison you a tiny bit, And teach you a lesson" "And put a leash on you. Is this him? Or is that him?" "While kissing the corpse, your instinct searches for the next prey."

ive heard yoasobi before, so ill give yorushika a try! ... only to realize that ive listened to this song once before! and then to go hm,, that artstyle ive seen once more in the past,, and i know this one too!

goodnight (or now i suppose, welcome to a new day ahahaha) thank you for sharing your music with me!

[sixosix]

ok hi im BACK. i may have been procrastinating reading ur thawed series (like a total loser?? how did i procrastinate that) but now that i finally did it i am so infatuated ?!?!?!? i fucking love how badass the reader is and i loved her silly little friendship with lynette and fremi (and lyney too, no matter how much they denied its existence (('its' like the friendship. not lyney. love him)). ever since i started genshining (crowd boos) ive been obsessed with polearms .. theyre just so ??? aghmakdmf ?? ? they feel like water. flowey. like. yk. rivers (woah high class poet here watch out). i think theyre not as restricting as swords, bows, etc. honestly, a polearm is like .. a sword and bow in one. a sword bc. swoosh, kachow, yk? but a bow if you're bold. like, imagine throwing ur polearm like its some fucking arrow. sick as FUCK!! it would just be embarrassing to walk to ur (hopefully) dead enemy to pick it back up like 'ooh. that may have been dramatic u guys. mb.' also i. im wondering if i missed something while reading bc the knave just let the reader go?? like that?? nuh uh. i dont believe that. shes definitely keeping an eye out on her, making sure no fatui secrets get out .. i think im more excited abt the probability of an encounter between reader and arlecchino than one with the siblings fdjfidj. readers fight or flight goes crazy, and i dont think neither of those are really an option against a fatui harbringer, especially one that watched you train for most of your life.. probably knows everything about you, too ... yeuugh. i love the thawed series, and im really looking forward to seeing more of it!!! its really well done, i was giggling and kicking my feet while reading. im probably gonna reread it a couple times so if u see any of my crazy ass asks rambling, theorizing, and whatnot (just like this one), dont mind them ^__^

TAKE CARE!!!!

hi oh my gosh it was such a joy to wake up to a long ask THIS MADE MY DAY WAAHH AND ITS JUST STARTED TOO

THANK YOU reader’s personality was one of my favorite parts to write in the series especially after a lightbulb moment where i was like. I’m going to make reader have a cryo vision.

LMFAOO yes I LOVE THE SIBLINGS SO MUCH i knew i was eventually going to make sure you guys know how much i love their dynamic. (you implying i wouldve thought of lyney as an ‘it’ LMFAOO HELPP)

I KNOW WHAT U MEAN!!!! polearms are just the COOLEST weapon. i made a poll a while back asking my readers to see what kind of weapon they want and catalyst won. but at the time i was playing xiao (duh) and i watched this cool fan animation from the genshin anniversary (i dont know if you know it; it had a part two. it was basically about albedo? and the part two had albedo, klee, scara, and raiden. AND RAIDEN!! did this very cool fight scene with a polearm and it BLEW MY MIND! it looked exactly as you described it. water flowey. Rivers. AND SHE ALSO THREW IT!!! i was like. Okay. i have to make this the weapon.)

hehe i dont want to say anything about the arlecchino’s stance on reader leaving but i will say i’m glad to know that you know her well.

im so so glad that u like my series!!! honestly i say it a lot but i didnt expect it to get this much support so each ask like this really makes me feel so blessed T__T and of course i dont mind!!! are you kidding!! it was really really fun to go through your thought process

[skyburger]

i had a thought but i forgot it and now im sick pf trying and failinh to remember it so im just thinkinh about playinh loddlenauts again now aoighhuggghhh i brought my switch up to my room even tho im tired as fuck amd went ohhhh ill play for a bit before i sleep and then it had been two hours so when i went 2 get water i left my switch downstairs which was definitely the right choice becausr i reeeeeaally wamnq play more rn even though im strugglimg to keep my eyes open i dont know what it is about it but its like cleaning simulator on roblox kinda if you ever played that but you its under da sea and u get to befriend these little creature things called loddles thats why the game us called that and its awesome its the bedt game ever. u can make toys for them and pet them and flash your diving helmet lights at them and theyll flash their little cheek lights back at u and theyre so awesomr. i asked my brother what to name the first one i found and he said bobert (my sister suggested harvard first for some reason) so his name is BOBERT!!!!!! in all caps causr i turned it on by accident and theres 6 exclamation points bevause the charaxter limit for nicknames is 12 idk why i remember that. im like obsessed with this game dude i saw it on the switch news tab of new games and it mustve been like right after the switcg port released becsuse there was only a japanese version of the news post so i couldnt read most of it but i saw the art abd went phhh this looks cute! and i watched the trailer and bro i was fucking CAPTIVATED. and i finally had money 2 buy it (i got some money before today but i bought the replacement gamecube controller weve needed for ages first) so i bought it yoday cause i asked my sister and she eas like yes this looks so fun. i tried to convince her to play car turning simulator but she was like do not fucking buy that i will not play it (even though i think if she played it itd be the kinda game she gets way too invested in beating a <- AHAHAHAAAAAA MY PHONE DIED AND TOOK LIKE 20+ MINUTES TO RESSURECT BUT MY UNSENT POST SAVED THANKCOD...... i thiught i might fall asleep while thathappened but i perserveres vecause id be soooo annoyed if tumblr saved my draft after my phome died but i lost it again cause i fell asleep bwfore i could get it ect ect anyway i just finished rewatcging sagan hawkes' "creepy dinosaur game" video which os very cool i like it a lot :) im 4 eel abt to fall asleep like holy mackerel im so tired but omg i forgot its saturday today YAAAAY I HAVE ALL OF SUNDAY TOOOOO i spent like 76.4% of today thinking it was sunday anyway yeah i need to shut up or ill keep talking 4ever so thsts all 4 now fellas. (markiplier voice) thank you everybody so much for reading and i will see You in the next post. buh-bye!!! 👋

pic unrelated i just like to add images 2 post. images are pretty cool dontcha think. Peace & love

[winderlylandchime]

I am sending this way later than I originally planned since I did write all this out after we finished watching. But we (one of us more than the other) were a fucking mess afterwards soooo here we go 5x10: ‘‘CYNDI LAUPER?! As in Girls just wanna have fun? Please tell me she’s gonna remix it to Gays just wanna have fun’ ‘LOOK AT MY BLONDIE! Look at my dumb little baby who needs to get his head out of his ass and go back to Brian’ the moment happens when those cars drive by with protestors ‘man, fuck you! What a fucking loser’ *throws a pillow at the tv* The scene is now at Brian and Ted when he tells him he’s cancer free ‘wait, Ted is looking for a husband husband? Why is everyone so obsessed with getting married? Why the fuck is Brian going to Australia?! He better take Blondie with him. HE’S CANCER FREE?! *pauses tv* so hold the fuck up. Cancer was there this whole time and he was going to doctors but they just decided to forget about that? Idiots. He needs to celebrate with Blondie not with Australia!’ We are now at the scene where Mikey/Ben try to find a venue and Ben suggests the club. *starts laughing* ‘of fucking course! Brian isn’t a good friend. And he’s not good enough for anyone. But his money and his club? Sign us right up. Fuck all of his so called friends.’ ‘They have to drop Drew? Oh shit. Well this fucking sucks for both of them. (He was dead silent during a scene with Mel and then it went to Brian/Ted/mikey scene) finally something good! (Mikey shows up) ughh this fucker again. Kick him out please. Here he comes asking for help. See even Brian knows that everyone always only wants something from him. This is starting to piss me off and hurt me. (Mikey says brian should apologize) IN WHAT WORLD?! Did you fucking lose your memory from what all you said to him? Fuck you! (Mikey asks for the club) ha, i guess the over the hill’s club boys club is now good enough for you. He’s giving it for free? He’s a way better person than me…’ ‘i get why Emmett is angry at Brian but damn it, im sure he can understand the situation? Its not like Brian did it cause he wanted to do it. I get why he’s mad but damn it come on.’ WE ARE NOW AT THE SCENE WHERE BRIAN WATCHES JUSTIN! ‘Blondie!!! BRIAN! *makes a noise like he’s choking* HES WATCHING HIM! GO UP TO HIM AND KISS HIM AND TELL HIM YOU LOVE HIM YOU STUBBORN BEAUTIFUL SHIT! AHHHHHHHH BLONDIE SAW HIM! THATS IT? TAKE CARE AND HE LEAVES? WHAT HAS TO HAPPEN FOR THEM TO GET BACK TOGETHER?!’ And we are now at the benefit and it shows Monty and Eli ‘ughhh theyre here too. (They make a joke about Brian) Justin, if you don’t start throwing hands, i will! Where’s the old Blondie? He’d fight them, why is he so disgusting towards Jen. What a prick.’ ‘MY GIRL CYNDI!!! I FUCKING LOVE HER!!!!’ Jen and Tucker kiss and it shows Justin going through it ‘that’s literally me when they show Mel and Linds. But more importantly imagine Brian with him right now. He’d be cracking jokes left and right.’ ‘BRIAN! Go to the club! Get Blondie back! Come the fuck on JUST FOR ONCE LISTEN TO ME!’

ANNNNNND the bomb just went off *huge gasp and he covers his mouth with his hands and accidentally hits himself with the cast* ‘WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK WAS THAT?! WHAT WAS THAT?! WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED?! (It tells on the radio about the bomb) AN EXPLOSION?! NO NO NO NO NO NO NO BRIAN GO BACK! GO TO THE CLUB! HES GOING! WHATS GOING ON?! (It shows the club scene and Brian just arrived) *he is actually shaking while watching* WHERES MY BLONDIE! BRIAN BE CAREFUL! (Jen says justin is inside and brian runs in) im gonna fucking kill someone if something happens to Blondie. BRIAN IS RUNNING IN OF COURSE HES RUNNING IN! FUCK FUCK FUCK *he is actually on the verge of tears* he better be alive! IF SOMETHING HAPPENS TO BRIAN IM BURNING THIS WHOLE PLACE DOWN. (brian starts screaming for Justin) he’s fucking screaming his name. Just like at the garage. Im gonna fucking jump off a bridge, i cant handle this. (Brian spots Justin) OH FUCKING HELL HES ALIVE! MY BOY IS ALIVE! I dont have to commit arson….yet. LOOK AT THEM HUGGING, he was so FUCKING WORRIED! Poor Brian, imagine this happening at your club. Fuck.’ He then paused the tv on Ted and just sat back and stared at the tv for a minute and then let out a big sigh and pressed play. And now we’re at the hospital scene ‘this is making me nervous. I hate this. Oh look Brian being nice to Ben…and they say he doesn’t do charity. Is Mike alive? Yo ben, chill. It’s her fucking kid so shush. BRIAN ONCE AGAIN SAVING THE DAY…wait didnt he have cancer? Brian is about to burn this hospital down. Good for him!’ We’re are the scene with Deb and Brian praying and he only let out a very soft whimper when Brian went to hold her hand but that was it.

And we are at the I love you scene!!!!!!!!!!!!! *he is dead silent, hes covering his mouth and his elbows are on his knees and he is shaking and still on the verge of tears* ‘my boys! I was worried where Blondie was. Please tell me he is getting his man back. (Brian hugs Justin and starts his speech) *he starts slowly crying the second Brian hugs him and the tears just keep coming* (Brian says i love you) *huge gasp and he covers his mouth and just stares in silence until the screen goes black* ‘oh my god…oh my…*said very softly* he said it…he fucking sai- HE SAID HE LOVES HIM! HE SAID HE FUCKING LOVES HIM! HE FUCKING SAID I LOVE YOU! HE SAID! HE! *gets up and starts screaming while pointing to the tv and then hits me on my shoulder* HE SAID IT! I DIDNT HALLUCINATE THAT SHIT! HE ACTUALLY SAID IT! *slowly sits down with his hands all up in his hair and tears going down his face* he said i love you. Twice. He said it twice. Once for him and once for everyone. I…i gotta see that shit again’ *immediately rewinds it* ‘why the fuck didnt blondie say it back? Probably cause he’s processing it like me. He said it. He fucking said. A bomb had to go off but he did it. AND THEY KISSED! WE ARE BACK BABY! AND HE FUCKING FINALLY SAID IT! IT FEELS SO GOOD TO FINALLY WIN SOMETHING!’ He then proceeded to call our mom and when she answered he just yelled into the phone ‘BRIAN SAID I LOVE YOU TO BLONDIE!’ And then hung up and went on the next episode.

Dear sweet anon, I don’t know if your loyal readers are ready for what is about to happen. Dear friends, I’ve read the messages and we must rally. Brother Anon has really been through it. All of his opinions pass peer review and also are Nice and Accurate (forgive the GO reference).

Yeah, I do not understand the cancer arc timeline. Is Brian cancer free at a certain month mark or… because he finished treatment before the Liberty Ride. IDK.

That scene with Brian watching him is heartbreaking. HOW CAN ANYONE SAY BRIAN DOESN’T CARE?

The explosion! “Just like at the garage” I AM DYING. Exactly like that. Brian not knowing if Justin is alive will ALWAYS get me.

His reaction to the I Love You is everything. It is all of us. He is one of us. The one bright moment in the entire season.

[ma-lark-ey]

WE’RE BACK BITCHES.

Okay so, I’m currently in finals hellscape. In the interest of reading this as fast as possible, I have therefore forsaken complete unabridged liveblogging in favour of giving more quotes/in depth thoughts rather than screaming into the void (thats what my boyfriends dms are for)

Anyways;

CHAPTER NINE:

Oh they’re watching Jeopardy… Love you sm

Jean relearning social cues. Autism. Real footage of him at USC

Cat is planning several murders as we speak. i love her. Also COOKING BESTIES. TEACH THAT WHITE BOY TO COOL ALVAREZ HELL YEAH.

oh they’re about to learn about the fuckass schedule.

“To show that we can still have fun and excel without resorting to poison.” Jean’s having an eye opening evening fr

Not to concern everyone ever for my wellbeing but me and my boy’s dynamic is so jerejean coded.

The Trojans are going to tear their hair out trying to explain to Jean that food is not, in fact, an inconvenience but is, in fact, something necessary to life that should be enjoyed and savoured.

fascinated by whatevers happening between Jeremy and Bryson. studying them like bugs.

Hold hold hold on with Jeremy’s blond now… oh we’re SO committing to the golden boy black cat vibe

Gene Moore 💀💀💀

THE FAKE FRENCH. CAT YOURE PERFECT NEVER CHANGE GIRL

“You’re as socialized as a stray dog” STOP

Jeremy’s so big brother coded.

GRABBED HIS CHIN??? AYO IS THIS SAY YES TO THE DRESS OR SAY YES TO THE—

theyre sooooooo.

Jean really did have to reboot his entire brain seeing Jeremy blond, huh? gayass.

CHAPTER TEN:

Oh. my god.

Jean fr out here not knowing how the fuck to respond to anything.

the implications of this. I. Jean…

HIM JUST LISTING OFF FACTS OF GRAYSON OBJECTIVELY?

Respect Cat’s response to Jean hitting Laila actually. All three of the Trojans are quickly realizing how in over their heads they are & Jean is having to figure out that he’s NOT in danger. sobs.

“He could sense the others’ presence even if they weren’t around to bother him, and that was enough to take the edge off the loneliness eating at his heart.” theyre his friends…

I’m literally obsessed with the cardboard dog.

FIRST TEARS OF THE BOOK! “At least keep it down. I’ve got to be on the court in two hours,”

Jean it is okay to have boundaries. I. sighs so heavily. Please go to therapy.

CHAPTER ELEVEN:

“This heinous crime was committed against you, against all of you, but you’re not angry about it.”

“if you say it was your fault, i’ll trip you.”

oh yeah. its all coming together.

AYO LUCAS WATCH YOUR MOUTH

“They shouldn’t have said yes when you asked.” “I didnt ask.” OW. OW OW OW OW OOWNCSJSBSB

God.

“You are not them. Kevin would not have sent me here if you were.” SCREAMS. OKAY THATS FINE

BETSY!! BETSY!! BETSY!!

CHAPTER TWELVE:

Finally someones looking into the fucking Ravens HOW did they get away with this 😭💀

I just know with such certainty Kevin has not been sober for several days. Guaranteed.

Jeremy & Jean is literally SOOO unstoppable force meets an immovable object. tell me im wrong.

I need to stop watching anime. archetype terms from anime infesting my brain whole reading this like a parasyte get out of my HEAD.

(Hi besties. It’s been two days. Curse my catholic liberal arts school making me put Jean Moreau in a drawer to make presentations on Protestant Fundamentalists just to remind my class about cults. Bro I have better cults (re: the Ravens) to read about)

“Do not let it bother you,” Jean said, setting his racquet aside so he could finish getting dressed. “It will not affect my performance on the court.”

“That’s not the issue. Your parents are supposed to love and protect you, not—“ Jeremy gestured helplessly toward Jean. “I’m sorry. I can’t even imagine what that was like for you.”

“Imagine getting changed so we can practice.”

Jean be so fucking real with me right now you did not 😭😭 boy got JOKES does he???

Jeremy is so gay for Jean its so cute I love them

“As your captain and your partner, don’t I at least deserve the chance to not be a villain in your story?”   "You are

A lot of Jean’s trauma responses are gut punches. A lot of what we’ve learned of him rips out your heart the second you read it. But his speed showers is something that grows more and more haunting the longer you think on it because like… A shower is supposed to be a comfortable resetting place at the end of a long day. It’s supposed to be somewhere to allow an emotional release or catharsis. There’s a reason showers are so often used in poetic ways. But even that simple act of cleanliness or hygiene has been stripped from him. That little ounce of dignity is not something Riko allowed him. Not something ANY of the Ravens allowed him. And I just…

THE RESPONSE TO LISINSKI SHOVING HIM IM GOING TO DIE.

Jean, anytime he’s near water:

(its not funny I’m crying about him this is me coping)

“That meant some part of Jean understood that what had happened to him was a monstrous crime.”

Cat & Laila actively accommodating Jean’s food restrictions instead of trying to force him to completely unlearn his mindset overnight. They’re so important

Jean keeping the notebooks and magnets and postcards is something i feel viscerally in my soul. I understand him so implicitly I’m concerned.

Thank God someone in this series finally has a FUCKING GAYDAR.

THE FLOOZY LINE??

“Pat and Ananya have wanted to fuck Cody’s brains out for almost a year now. I really thought Cody moving in with them this summer was going to finally get that ball moving, but apparently not. It’s getting kind of pitiful.”

CAT. YOU REALLY JUST SAID THAT HUH.

LESBIANS !!!

So sad we got no Jean reaction to this commentary. I just know he was frog blinking at them.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN:

Jean: oh. oh this bitch is *gay*. how do we feel about that brain? complicated? Yeah. Checks out.

Jean is so real for just having no social skill whatsoever. Me too.

Cody why are you so oblivious. HE’S RUBBING CIRCLES ON YOUR ANKLE? stop.

I am not living, laughing, OR loving.

JEAN CHECKING WITH CAT ON IF CODY WAS SAFE? lays on the floor and cries

The dynamics between the Trojans is completely perfect and amazing in every way shape and form. Also Laila & Cat literally picking Jean up like a rescue pitbull <<3

The Trojans are the KINGS of petty.

TRANS KING TRANS KING TRANS KINGS

Jean be out here just like “Oh thats chill” at literally all of the queerness surrounding him but then be out here like “No *I* cant be gay because thats *wrong*” sir what is happening in your lizard brain.

Jeremy being patient in re-teaching Jean less aggressive techniques >> the coaches recognizing Jean is attempting to do better >> he’s just a GUY.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN:

Jeremy is going to teach this man to have fun even if it kills him

Impromptu intervention I LOVE them. THEY SOLVED THE RIDDLE !!

“You are Jean Moreau. Your place is here with me, with us. I’m your captain. You’re my partner. We’re supposed to be doing this together, aren’t we? Stop leaving me behind. Look at me.”

It wouldn’t work, but it did. Jean opened his eyes to meet Jeremy’s stare. “I told you not to ask me about him.”

I am neither living, laughing, nor loving

“Be careful with it.” Kevin said. “Be careful with him.” “I’m trying.”

JEREMY KNOX LOVE OF MY FUCKING LIFE

the hug….

can we cuddle pile 2.0 right now gang. please.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN:

“I am not a Raven.” NO THE FUCK YOURE NOT BABY BOY!! HELL YEAH !!

YES JEAN. Beat his ASS Jean

“You are lucky to have lost him.” PREACH JEAN

Lucas and Jean’s conversation is HAUNTING because you KNOW Lucas is piecing it together but wont admit it until he hears it

Jeremy’s family is FASCINATING

(hi. so. my commentary for chapters 16 & 17 did not. save.

HOWEVER!! I'm going to make another post that's literally just TSC but all the quotes I highlighted, so... Instead tak this vague reeanactment of what ti should have been;) LUCAS DO NOT. LUCAS SAY SIKE.

god. *head in hands*

Rhemann is the love of my life. He's perfect. No notes.

SHE'S DEAD????

Wymack call... I was not ready.

"That's illegal, just so you know."

Never change, Josten

"Do you have anyone who can take on local work?"

NEVER CHANGE, JOSTEN

*slowly lays flat on the floor* okay this is fine.

peace out. Until next liveblog

Lark Liveblogs Literature: THE SUNSHINE COURT BABYYYYY LETS GO JEAN

to begin: THE COVER???

The fucking NARCISSUS/DAFFODIL. Stop stop stop. Nora stop. She said it wouldn’t be a sun but I WASNT READY.

RESILIENCE. FIRST BLOOM AT THE END OF WINTER. NEW BEGINNINGS AND REBIRTH.

warning in advance for how many reaction images will be in this post. Miss Nora Sakavic has a way of making me unable to verbalise how devistated I am so I turn to goofy photos.

Also, just so we’re all on the same page:

it’s 1:20 AM. My roommate IS asleep. I am fighting the demons (downloading this book) but i am winning (it is queued on my kindle)

ITS DOWNLOADED LETS GO

Okay so context is that my Kindle is at 10%

I tried to go to bed and read this in the morning but I am

SO NOW I HAVE FRANTICALLY FOUGHT A WAR (figured out how to get this book) AND I AM READY FOR BATTLE (to cry over Jean)

ONE, TWO, THREE, LETS GO BITCH!!

Also my kindle cord is too small for me to properly lay in bed so im literally about to lay on my stomach kicking my feet like a middle schooler WISH. ME. LUCK.

CHAPTER ONE:

oh we’re jumping right in okay. god. hi baby :((

OH. I am just adding onto my #1 Riko hater agenda right now.

“The golden rule— not where the public can see” DIE. LITERALLY DIE TETSUJI

“The lack of broken fingers this time” THIS TIME??? JEAN. JEAN.

im so.

RENEE!!!

“and he had wasted them texting Renee a heads-up.” Nora please we’re only four pages in bro

Renee i love you im marrying you please give me a kiss. Mwah Mwah Mwah. She said “Bitch. Lay back down.”

currently also reading a batshit raven!neil fic and just. on the ground. about all of this.

stop the way I literally went “who the fuck is Nathaniel” Im too transgender for this.

Me, seeing the Abby content we need in this world:

Jean dont call that hellscape home bbg

Renee beating self worth into this man. ily

“Jean couldnt remember the last time he was allowed to wear color” LITERALLY KILL ME

Nora I need you to be less good at describing pain please and thanks

NOT THE BITING

DADMACK DADMACK DADMACK DADMACK!!

he fr be moving this man like a doll. love you wymack

tied him up with racquet laces I. h. lays on floor softly crying.

NOT THE DADDY ISSUES

Jean fr out here plotting 50 ways to kill his brother. he fr though Neil was the problem. no girl Neil just has no tact and autism rizz. Kevins the fucking snitch

no one:

Jean @ the Moriyamas;

“that man is years overdue for a head-on high-speed collision” YOU TELL EM DADMACK

CHAPTER TWO:

Jean please just sleep like a normal human man. God.

Even Jean be out here like “Kevins a little Chihuahua ass drama queen. Bitchboy. Wet cat man.”

Kevin: look, bro, if the 5’3 twink with enough daddy issues to make riko blush and chugs ‘fuck around and find out’ juice for breakfast can escape the moriyamas and not die, so can you.

Testuji. Testuji when I catch you. Tetsuji

Jean what the fuck makes you think anyone but Andrew Minyard will ever tell Neil what to do. Girl.

“If I am not a Raven, who am I?” A MOTHERCUCKING TROJAN BABYYYY

“I have to go to my next class.” I forgot they were in college deadass. Neil is straight up my age im gonna throw up.

Okay. It is. *checks time* 3 AM. I cannot keep my eyes open, which means i must put Jean away for sleep.

ITS IS NOON THE FOLLOWING DAY. I HAVE SLEPT. I HAVE TAKEN MY MEDICATIONS. TIME TO HYPERFOCUS BABY.

KINDLE SAYS WE HAVE 8 hrs 27 mins LEFT IN THIS BOOK. IM SAYING GOODBYE TO MY FRIENDS AND FAMILY. I’LL SEE Y’ALL AT DINNEE TIME. ITS JEAN TIME.

Hiiiiiii Thea….

“Good morning, Paris.” Now, the average man will see this as a reference to his frenchness. but real ones know Paris is prince of Troy, the man who married Helen of Troy & started the Trojan war.

do y’all think Jean has a french accent wait wait wait. obviously itd be very slight at this point but is it there. necessary question.

Assessing Thea like a fucking state exam right now. Neil could not have cared less about your ass I am gaining so much information

Hate of my life Riko moriyama.

CHAPTER THREE:

JEREMY FUCKING KNOW HI BAYYYBY

the way I literally got up and had to pace and stim for a moment even though I fully expected this. autism. my roommate is concerned. not really. she’s used to this she watched me read TKM and dramatically reenact the Ichirou Car Talk.

wow??? AFTG team actually seems happy and well-adjusted and friendly with each other??

Random Note: I’m currently watching Blue Exorcist & one of the main characters is a girl name Moriyama and I’m literally just sitting here like “This girl is way to nice and innocent to have that name.” Because she literally is the nicest girl to ever exist. Why is she cursed with the same name as my mortal enemy (Testuji)

“Tonight’s experiment was the icing on the cake, an invaluable experience no matter how it ended.” Jeremy, my love.

He has empathy… Never before seen footage. Y’all get the cameras!!

He’s so shaken about Jean,,, holding you so gently Jeremy. Here as a guy who knows nothing at all about Jeremy since I’m. so new here. but god.

Jeremy: are you sure a Raven can abide by Troja—

Kevin: Bro Jean is so pathetic he’s a bottom fr. He never disobeys an order

Jeremy: I. Okay you didnt have to say it like that, bro.

I will literally never stop respecting the Trojans strat in the final they really said. “If these fucks can win the championships with nine players, surely we can.” and then willingly got their asses handed to them.

“Xavier stumbled when he got the next serve off, and the Fox guarding him gamely hauled him back upright before running for the ball. It was a simple gesture, but it endeared Jeremy to them” I dont remember if this bit was described in tkm so i’m going to guess that’s Nicky or Matt. Aaron would fucking never.

Nah because like. Yes this proved to the Trojans how resilient the Foxes were, but it was also a message to the audience, yk? Like we know the Foxes were getting shit for their quick rise to the top after they pulled their shit together, but I personally think that the Trojans did this both for their improvement & for Foxes’ publicity. This game proved to the public at large how devastatingly *good* the Foxes were, because of their small size. The second best team in the league crumbled playing the same conditions the Foxes did *every game* and got to championships with. They proved that Foxes were, in fact, a D1 team who earned their keep.

oh hes got daddy’s money. Well. not. officially. yo what I mean.

“it was always best to have a paper trail” Neil Josten would have an anuerysm hearing those words.

Bye Jeremy I’m. Love you so much. Why do you feel like a sixty year old man in your early twenties.

“between seven and twelve students.” yikes.

“unfamiliar and accented voice.” I WAS RIGHT I FUCKING CALLED IY HES GOT AN ACCENT BABY FUCK YEAH

“you ever feel like— like you’re making a choice you cant come back from? But even knowing everything could go completely sideways, you’d make that choice every time?” okay so coming out allegories i could make aside, Jeremy is so… where to start with him. He reminds me of Percy Jackson. Endlessly loyal and selfless to the point its a bit stupid but endearingly stupid.

CHAPTER FOUR:

Okay so we’re alresdy hateflirting. noted.

Its also extremely sunny today in Podunk Hicksville where I live so it feels very On Brand.

“Jean had seen that smile in a half-dozen broadcast… He could picture it too easily, and he dug his fingernails into his own face in vicious warning.” Awww you think you can best the gay worms in your brain. goodluck with that Johnny.

“isn’t that reason enough to keep living? To rediscover simple delight one moment at a time,” keeping this quote for eternity

“enough sunlight to chase away Evermore’s shadows. They are willing to take a chance on you. Aren’t you?”

Kevin Day autistic king. taking this hesdcannon to my grave .

“the conspiracy theorists were working overtime” no girl they just aint stupid.

THEY DESTROYED HIS POSTCARDS…

CHAPTER FIVE:

I want to start keeping record of all the times Jean is like “[name] wasn’t decent enough to [thing]” because its SO funny. We LOVE a petty king.

also keeping track of all the insults he throws at Neil.

Neil likes to think he’s SUUUUCH a loner boy no friends angsty “dont speak to me” resting bitch face ass motherfucker. In reality he is a jack russell terrier — ceritifed jack russell owner who’s dog thinks hes soooo big and bad but said dog literally cries when you dont let him in the bed or say hi to people on the street

Jean is SOOOOOO dramatic 😭😭

Jean: Why would you let Kevin do this.

Neil: let him?? He did that on his own.

Jean: you’re proud of him for being a problem, arent you?

Neil: oh you fucking know I am, bitchass

“but other than his outstanding murder charge there was nothing interesting about that Fox.” i’d consider that very interesting information, Jean. Youre just deranged

“with milk, juice, and vodka dominating one shelf” that’s Aaron, Nicky, Andrew/Kevin in order. Im correct.

“There was an entire drawer dedicated to cheese.” Yeah that sounds like Nicky.

“Half the drawer was full of mini candy bars. Jean threw them all into the trash” bro Andrew is going to kill you in cold blood and not even Neil can save you.

Jean is SO dramatic. Give him Kevin’s crown.

Jean @ Neil during the final: ARE YOU WITHOUT INTELLIGENCE????? ARE YOU STUPID??? DO YOU WANT TO DIE??

Seeing the media coverage of the championship is the food I needed thank you Nora for this. I am eating it up. om nom nom

The sportscasters referring to athletes with their first name is batshit. What. why. huh. Absolutely not.

CHAPTER SIX:

Renee protecting Jean from discovering Riko’s death through media & not through them…

Everytime boys start fistfighting in this series I hear Roxanne from Megamind. “Ladies, ladies, you’re BOTH pretty.”

a) Jeans reaction to finding out was exaclty what I expected

b) I’m FASCINATED to know who called campus security. Jeremy?? Renee?? Someone in Fox tower???

Neil was gentle with someone other than Andrew? I didnt know he knew how to do that…

NEIL. NEIL JOSTEN. YEAH BABY

HES ROOMING WITH CAT AND LAILA??? YES YEA YES YESY

the Jean-Renee dynamic is so fucking important to me. MLM/WLW solidarity. theyre besties.

THEYRE SO IMPORTANT TO ME BRO.

Literally snuggling Jeremy

Oh he’s got Fox potential. Hiiii Jeremy. Give me the traumadump bbg

THEY/THEM??? DO MY EYES DECEIVE ME OR IS THIS AN HONEST TO GOD THEY/THEM PLAYER OH ILL CRY. ILL CRU RIGHT NOW

CHAPTER SEVEN:

Oh Jean. you’re about to have such a gay awakening babe i can feel it in my bones.

A FUCKING YOYO??? I LOVE HIM

“A mite bit hecked up” PLEEEASE JUST SAY FUCK /ref

OH HE WAS IN LOVE WITH KEVIN. INTERESTING INTERESTING INTERESTING.

autism coded lookingg motherfucker (stares at Jean.)

The chaos of Cat and Laila’s house is so fucking cute. Its about to be two lesbians and their distrustful pitbull rescue in this bitch and im ready for it.

CHAPTER EIGHT:

watching normal people discover the cult that is Evermore. Finally someone having a normal response to that madness. What the FUCK.

wait theres actually a cardboard dog i thought it was fanon joke.

oh my god there is actually a fucking cardboard dog. i.

jeans brain just got actually shattered by this living room. he cannot comprehend this.

Cat & Jeremy, realizing the cult rumors are real: I THOUGHT YOU WERE KIDDING! I thought it was joke! I even wrote it down in my diary! “Kevin made a very funny joke today!” I laughed at it later that night!

Okay, last night; I went to bed at 2:30 AM 45% through (college my beloathed). we’re back in business.

Jeremy is so disturbed all of the time. goofy ass.

“Loving something is not enough,”

“When was the last time you enjoyed playing?”

“ Irrelevant.”

Whats his shirt look like Jeremy. Jeremy whats the shirt look like. Jeremy. Whats the shirt look like.

Okay so I’ve reached my image limit for this post and I dont have fun reaction images on my laptop. so now I will post this & reblog with the rest of this book.

[tarosin]

the great adventures of y/n and ranboo

this is an extra part to the great adventures series

summary: part two to the angst imagine (the not so great adventures of y/n tommy tubbo jack and ranboo) it’s a happier ‘ending’ please read what is written in bold

this is an “alternative ending” around 15 years into the future this doesn’t mean this is actually how the series is going to end im writing it now and including it as part of series as their friendship is already established i can confirm y/n and the group are going to have a happy ending when the series eventually comes to an end this also does not mean the series is anywhere near the end i plan on continuing the series as vlogs come out, i feel the need to confirm this now love between y/n and ranboo in this imagine is completely platonic

it had been about a month since you last streamed whereas ranboo continued to stream a few days after the fallout as he wanted to make sure you were going to be okay. even though ranboo knew this huge fallout would eventually happen, it still hurt him, especially since he knew there was no way to prevent it, the four of you in the same house mixed with the stress of being some of the most-watched content creators made living rather difficult. it was like walking on eggshells as you didn’t want to interrupt someone's stream, then there was the additional stress of obsessive fans finding out where the four of you lived, you still remember that day very vividly. you were sat in between tubbo and ranboo watching the office whilst Tommy was in an interview when you received a message from your mod.

Chris: hey y/n I received this message earlier I don’t want to scare you, but maybe get the locks changed. someone sent a message claiming this is your address *image of message from ‘fan’*

it didn’t take long for tubbo and ranboo to receive a message from their mods saying the same thing

“holy shit...”

“chances are Tommy has the message too. we shall go check around the house when Tommy is done with the interview.”

luckily no one ever showed up to the house, but the fact some people were so obsessed to the point they found your address was enough to put everyone in the house on edge. and now it was just you and ranboo in the house. you didn’t feel safe as even though ranboo promised to not let anything happen, you didn’t wanna risk it.

“we should move. there’s no point in having such a big house for two people, what are we going to use the extra space for heh? hide and seek with people who have our address. no thank you. I say we move leave this mess behind and start completely over, hell I’d feel safer in the us and that’s saying something”

ranboo agreed the house didn’t have the happiest memories attached to it anymore, it hurt walking past the hallway as it would bring back the memory of him crying into the crook of y/ns neck whilst tubbo left the house.

“let’s do it, I’ll do an early stream then we can look for houses. go take a shower. I’ll stay close to the door so you’re safe, then you can stay in my room whilst I stream, you can join me if you would like.”

“you’re being very protective all of a sudden...let me guess you got the message from our mods announcing the obsessive fans are at it again?”

“go take a shower.”

“no.”

ranboo ended up picking you up, carried you to the bathroom and turned the shower on before putting you on your feet.

“quick shower I’ll see you later.”

and with that he left the room shutting the door behind him, 30 minutes later you got changed and followed ranboo to his room ready to join him whilst he streams

“hey boo, can I join you? I kinda wanna get into streaming again.”

“I'm so glad you asked, I was going to do a face cam stream, if that’s okay?”

“of course.”

you grabbed his mask and glasses whilst he locked the door so you were both safe. “here you go.”

“thank you.”

the pair of you started the stream and it was honestly going well, you were having so much fun you forgot about all the negative things currently going on, you began to understand why ranboo continued streaming as for those 2-4 hours of streaming it felt as though everything was back to normal. 3 hours later the two of you ended stream and Twitter went crazy. tweets ranged from fans talking about how ranboo was streaming with you, how Tommy was in chat, and how tubbo was modding as people who mentioned anything about their address being leaked were banned by tubbo. the one thing that caught ranboos eye was fan art and a picture of you both from the stream captioned ‘they’re platonic soulmates your honour’ ranboo went as far to like, retweet and comment on it.

ranaltboo: glad you liked the stream it was great having y/n back, think I might make them play tattletail next stream

definitelynoty/n: isn’t that the Furby game that terrified you in 2021? bring it on boo!

Twitter went crazy over this interaction, you had finally come back to social media after months of being inactive, and it looked like you were here to stay. a month later you and ranboo moved out of the house and sold it to your aunt and her wife and their three adopted children, you explained the situation and even changed the locks for them all before they moved in.

“Please do tell us if anyone shows up who shouldn’t be. we changed the locks as you were aware- oh hello little one.”

you noticed one of their children decided to cling onto your leg

“I like your hair it’s colourful!”

“Indeed it is.”

“WOAH A GIANT!”

the little girl let go of your leg and ran to ranboo asking to be picked up, unsure of what to do he looked towards you. however, you were too busy laughing about the fact he was compared to a giant.

“I'm so sorry uh if you want to pick her up you can, you don’t have to.”

“pick me up, tall man... I want to be taller!”

ranboo ended up standing next to you with an arm around your waist whilst the child sat on his shoulders happily playing with his hair.

“ranboo do not drop that child.”

“I didn't- I didn't plan on it y/n.”

eventually, it was time to leave and the child reluctantly let go of ranboo.

“bye-bye!! hope to see you soon!”

soon enough you were at a smaller house, far away from the old house, leaving behind the negative feelings. it could only get better, a week later the pair of you had settled into the new house, it finally felt like home. you and ranboo were now streaming full time again, safe to say the two of you were thriving and closer than ever.

“so I’m thinking if I hit the sub-goal today I’ll let chat pick what colour I dye my hair.”

“make it higher, and I’ll let you cut my hair.”

“Are you being serious? oh my god!”

a few minutes later you took to Twitter to announce you were going live.

y/n: kidnapping children in the sims with ranboo psst check the subgoal.

within 20 minutes you had hit the sub-goal, chat ended up picking another random neon colour for your hair.

“right hair dye and the cutting stream will be this weekend, now let’s go back to kidnapping.”

tubbo, tommy, and jack felt awful for what happened and went back to the house where you used to live, hoping to see you there so they could apologise, tubbo knocked on the door only to be met by a young child.

“my sister watches you on twitch!”

“oh that’s lovely.. are y/n and ranboo here?”

an older woman came to the door.

“oh no, I’m sorry dear they both moved out, but they left this box and said to give it to you if you returned.”

“do you know where they moved to?”

“I'm sorry dear, I'm not allowed to tell you that information for safety reasons.”

“I understand, thanks anyway.”

they ended up going back to jacks where the three of them had been staying.

“We should open the box.”

tubbo opened the box and emptied the items onto the floor, inside was the rocks y/n handed tubbo from every trip, photos of the group, a necklace y/n had gifted to Tommy a day before the argument, and a hat y/n had taken from jack during a trip to a zoo.

“what the fuck!”

“holy shit!”

“they really kept all these in hopes we would come back?”

“and now we’re too late.”

it was now the weekend you and ranboo were ready to stream, you stood leaning on ranboo who was significantly smaller than you as you lowered the chair he sat on.

“starting stream...now.”

after the starting soon intro played, you explained what was happening to any new viewers or people who didn’t watch the stream.

“so I’m about to become Edward Scissorhands...I love that film can we watch it later?”

“yeah mhm sure!”

you didn’t know this but your ex best friends were watching and ever so often would show up in the chat.

“so boo, what are we doing with your hair today?”

“just a trim please darling?”

“This is y/ns hairdressers you get what I’m capable of!”

you ended up doing a pretty good job of cutting ranboos hair, even he was impressed.

“I didn’t doubt you for a minute!”

“mhm sure thing please don’t mess up my hair tall one!”

soon enough you had the dye on. 45 minutes later you left to wash it off, leaving ranboo to entertain stream,

“chat I think I missed some of their hair it’s okay, I own scissors, I’ll just cut it.. speaking of they did a great job, didn't they? I honestly expected them to mess up.”

a few minutes later you joined ranboo again and spent the next few hours talking with chat. tubbo, tommy, and jack stayed the entire time. they loved the fact you and ranboo were able to stay close after what happened, Tommy noticed you were still wearing the necklace he got you many years ago and spammed them chat with him tubbo and jack

Tommy: THEYRE WEARING THE NECKLACE!!

jack: so what? they clearly don’t wanna talk to us.

tubbo: shut up listen to them.

“chat why are we spamming platonic soulmates?”

“they’ve been saying it all over Twitter, look on trending y/n.”

you started to blush slightly at all the amazing artwork soon enough the stream came to an end, after saying goodbye the pair of you sat together going through fan art. unfortunately the one that caught your eye was this one twitter post where the artist had created a drawing of a piece of paper with you, ranboo, tommy, tubbo, and jack, however the paper was ripped separating you and ranboo from the others, captioned ‘it was never meant to be’ this clearly upset ranboo as he took off his mask and glasses placing them on the desk before going straight to his bed.

“boo…are you okay?”

“Are you tired of me? are you going to leave next?”

“what? no of course not! I could never get tired of you, why do you ask?”

“everyone else has left..i thought they cared about us, i knew it would happen eventually and i couldn’t stop it, i’m sorry, y/n, please don’t hate me.”

you sat on the edge of the bed looking down at the floor,

“come here.”

you watched him roll over to face you.

“you know there’s no one else who I'd rather spend the rest of my life with, right…if i hated you i wouldn’t have moved house with you. it’s not your job to fix everything and make everything better, you’re a streamer for christ sake not a therapist.”

“i guess so.. can we watch that thing you were on about for ages.”

“edward scissorhands? “

“mhm!”

you could tell he wanted to be distracted, so you agreed and put the film on, towards the end you began to get upset due to how overwhelming everything was.

“Why are you crying?”

“poor Edward.”

“come here.”

ranboo pulled you into a hug you laid there crying into his chest, he knew that wasn’t the reason you were crying, but he wasn’t about to make you tell him, luckily it didn’t take long for you to stop crying as ranboo quickly distracted you.

“ranboo..”

“yeah y/n?”

“I feel bad i didnt realise how much pressure was on you whilst everyone was arguing.”

“Hey, it’s okay, is that what’s upsetting you?”

“mhm.”

“don’t blame yourself, i’d do it all over again to keep you safe and happy..then again i didn’t do a good job on keeping you happy.”

“you did..you were always there for me even when i gave up on social media, you shared your room with me after i started receiving creepy messages from that obsessed fan, hell you even went on adventures with me even though it was clear you hadn’t been sleeping, just so we could spend time together and forget about what was happening. you mean a lot to me boo.”

“i love you.”

“i love you too bud, I’m tired.”

“go to sleep, it’s been a long day.”

“okay.”

“you just staying there?”

“yes.”

“oh, oh okay, goodnight.”

about a year later the two of you were still thriving, ranboo got you a promise ring a few months earlier.

“heh what’s this for?”

“as your best friend i promise to stay by your side and keep you safe and make sure that you’re happy, in other words you're stuck with me till the end of time.”

“boo…i really don’t know what to say.. thank you so much!”

“you don’t have to say anything!”

you ended up going out to buy him a promise ring when he started the stream and decided to take your cousins with you now that they were a little older. ranboo was doing a facecam stream when the door slammed open revealing you covering your three younger cousins ranboo not realising you were hiding them from the camera, instinctively stood up covering the camera

“ranboooooo!”

“yes you three and y/n ,what do you need?”

“we would like to watch a film!”

“Okay, i’ll go put one on, y/n will you entertain chat?”

“sure thing boo boy!”

once they left you sat fixing your hair forgetting you were wearing the ring chat noticed this and went crazy, so did Tommys group with tubbo and jack.

tubbo: that’s a ring, right??

jack: yeah looks like it.

Tommy: holy shit I always thought if anyone was gonna get married it would be tubbo and y/n, they were inseparable.

tubbo: hilarious.

jack: it could just be a ring, no one mentioned marriage tommy!

Tommy: we should congratulate them.

jack: at least let them explain fucking hell.

soon enough ranboo came back into the room,

“sorry one of them found it hilarious to steal my glasses...”

“they’re little shits i swear to god but i love them.”

you both noticed chat going crazy and both looked at each other before laughing.

“i'm sorry, i can’t take you serious in the mask and glasses!”

“i can’t take you serious with neon hair, but here we are!”

“rude!”

you and ranboo quickly put an end to the rumours,

“no we’re not engaged or married, it is a promise ring. no they’re not our children, they’re y/ns cousins they just spend a lot of time here..chat stop calling me and y/n parents and comparing us to phil that’s not..that’s not how it works okay!”

“parent arc!”

“y/n, don’t encourage them!”

“it’s a little bit funny!”

soon enough the bit came to an end and eventually ranboo ended the stream.

“hey boo look what i got you”

you handed him a little black box, inside was a ring similar to yours

“i promise to always stick around and be here for you”

“oh my god”

ranboo tackled you into a hug thanking you several times for his rings. you and ranboo were living your best life meanwhile jack, tommy, and tubbo were stuck dealing with the guilt of what happened, but they’re weren’t giving up that easy. they wanted you both back, that’s when you received a notification, tommyinnit has sent you a message request: hey y/n can we talk..please?

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[sapphire-innit]

MD is a trip in SO many ways lmao

HI!! So it's been a while but I was feeling sad about some minecraft boys and it finally kickstarted me enough energy to do this again. For those who haven’t seen this before everything is tagged “dream smp liveblog” if you wanna look back.

I was thinking about rewatching some of the exile vods again to get back into the right headspace but honestly I’m gonna ride this wave while I can and jump right back into it. Maybe when I catch up fully I’ll go back and watch them all in a marathon and see how much I can make myself cry, who knows

Intro out of the way here we go! VOD: Tommy Speaks to Mexican Dream in Exile

(rp): oh man I forgot how fucked up his skin was…. And hes drowning again

He’s also lashing out at people in chat and then pulling back “Ranboo: are you alright man” ahhh buddy YOU KNOW HES NOT

….You know. Some of the Dread HAS faded but it STILL sucks when Dream logs in.

“And Tubbo hasnt spoke to me…” :(

But hes still trying!!! Hes gonna make a path!!

Lol what is this melon monstrosity lol the youtube praise Tommy just screamed lmaoo

….Dream YOU can get out of VC 2 fuck off

….just the casual “oh yeah sorry” while he blows up the armor….

“DId anyone come to see you while I was gone” I see you, you obsessive fucker

“Weve become better friends” :/

HI MEXICAN DREAM WHAT AN INTRO THEYRE JUST STARING AT HIM LMAO

Yes BULLY HIM MD BULLY HIM

“WHICH ONES HOTTER” cursed cursed cursed

Lol the tone is so absurd Im having a good time

cc!Dream taking the time to pinpoint the particular restaurant its from lmaoo this man is funny

Lol Mexican Dream just chasing Dream away with Spanish YEAH GET EM MD

Tommys so excited to have someone who might live with him omg

“Borderline my owner” ….

…,,,look I just needed a short hand ok Mexican Dream is too long to type lol

,,,,,I dont know how to process Mamacita asdfsdfsd

SOMEHOW GOT MORE CURSED

Cant believe this is canon lore because it gets. SAD?? What is happening right now

This must have been a great tension breaker for people watching live though. A Nice break. Honestly I have mixed feelings about this being my first stream back lol

…..what are those maps huh? Old Memories huh? Tommy seems actually a bit embarrassed lmao

TUBBO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TUBBO!!!!!

Asfsdfsdfsdfsdfsdfds these fuckign pictures jesus omg

Somehow this would be more sad if Tommy wasn't blowing out his mic fake crying lmao

…..hey fuck girl Dream though

Is girl Dream canonically Dream or a different character?

“You two are the happiest couple I know” … F for the dream smp where no relationship survives lol Love is Dead

….my heart was racing while Tommy was hiding the rest of the Tubbo pictures…

“Not on my stream you better not!” afdsfdsfsdfsd

Rip Mexican Dream lol Quackity dies to mobs a lot doesn’t he

………..I just got the walls joke F F F

……hi Dream you fucker

HEY BITCH, HEY BITCH BOY!!! YEEEEE TOMMY GET HIM

….. This is why Dream kills MD isn’t it

OUCH DIRECTLY AFTER THAT

MEXICAN DREAM DID JUST JUMP IN FRONT OF TOMMY JEEZ

….. Welp this is turning serious, Tommy is literally trying to distract Dream from chasing MD

The fucking decapitation joke asdfsdfsdf

OH MD WITH THE REAL GEAR!!!

….well that was short lived. As was Mexican Dream, Rest in Pieces I guess

“That was my last friend on the server. And that was his last death” “.......” “WELL WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO TODAY ~ :D”

“I never thought I’d see the day where Mexican Dream is canonically dead”

….. The serious tone is back for sure ….. Its staring into lava and gaslighting time

Literally just killed his friend and Dream already getting Tommy to say they’re friends…

“He died of a drug overdose” “I watched you kill him” “Noo he died of natural causes” >:(

cc!Tommy really canonizing this just to twist the knife

...hes just standing in the fire :(

………begging him for company.. “I don’t think I have very long left” …….

At least Drista will be fun?

“Its fine, its really his rules now” “After tomorrow, then I think its over”.... This is the pillar isn’t it. The pillar is happening soon

“Tommy can you stop going insane please?” - FUNDY PLS LMAO

Strange interlude with Lazar… obviously Tommy is lashing out but I also feel like there is a bit of back-handedness to his interactions as well. Maybe the only one ACTUALLY only reaching out because of pity..?

Well that was a strange and oddly sad interlude. The middle was just the wildest of rides, but the end still managed to ground it back, mostly. 13 did NOT HURT in that regard honestly lol. I feel like I’ve definitely lost some momentum by splitting things up like this -- my recommendation to anyone watching is Definitely to shotgun it if you can do so safely. Its such a well written arc, even and up to including silly streams like this, and its a shame not to have watched it all at once.

STILL! Looking forward to seeing Drista, that little chaos godling has grown on me quite a bit, not least of all BECAUSE she’s a chas godling with creative mode lol. I’ve also heard thats the other “break” exile stream, so probably a bit more lighthearted (not least of all bc idk how much Drista the person actually knows and or cares about her brother’s block game role play canon lmao)