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dreemurr-skelememer · 10 months ago

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I'm gonna be anonymous when I say this because I have seen this done by many people... I strongly dislike the "Error and Nightmare gang are the good guys and trying to make the universe stable while The star sanses are the idiots who will not see reason" .. Like... I .. really? I'm not sure if the reason why I don't like it is because I have seen it so many times or what but it annoys me dearly. The members of the star sanses are reasonable and they are just often made as one sided ignorant people- I mean okay Lets go on the different pov, on the bad sanse side: You see them risk their lives every day getting themselves hurt over and over again all to defend different worlds for the sake of bringing what they believe to be peace and you label them as the fools who just want all the glory- really??? people who get hurt over and over again just do it for that stupid reasons??? I mean come on! Seeing as generally it is shown that the bad sanses want peace as well why not be trying to reach an agreement??? you fight over and over again and you couldn't even be bothered to try and reach their heads to finally listen to what you are saying like what "in a way" dream has done with nightmare countless times but they cant do the same? Just have them fight knowing that the other side are in the wrong and you choose to do nothing but break them?? Like is this your pride or something?? Why are they labelled as good guys yet they allow the other side to fight to their deaths with a good motive in mind but they only lack the full picture?? How am i suppose to "root for you" if this is what you do????? We get inside information of how peaceful they are and how they care for each other deeply, but if you care so much for each other why would you allow the other side to keep fighting your loved ones when they are missing the big picture, you know the big picture yet you say... NOTHING. NADA. ZILCH!! you cannot tell me that they don't listen to you when you barely speak up about the true issue or find a way to show them- you maybe say it once or twice in the whole story and then any other time you go straight to fighting or just avoid them.. COWARDS!! ALL OF THEM!! And in these stories the star sanses always state their reasons for their interference yet you cannot tell them why you are doing this?? All that comes out your mouth are insults and sneers, who would want to believe you when that is all the comes out of your MOUTHS... Excuse me... Just pissed sorry for the long rant.. Oh my gosh AND DONT GET ME STARTED ON DREAM AND NIGHTMARE, DUDE YOU GOT THE BALLS TO BLAME YOUR KID BROTHER FOR BEING A KID AND NOT RECOGNISING YOUR TRAUMA EVEN NOW AS YOU ARE MUCH MORE MATURE AND HAVE THE ABILITY TO REALIZE WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU BOTH AS CHILDREN????? Is he the one holding onto the past or is it you??? Night is always depicted as the dadmare, boss, the caring lover, the brother yet he doesn't even have the decency to face the fact he abandoned his brother in stone for 500 years or so, when he comes out you automatically hate him for something he had no idea or control of and choose to ignore his pleads, when your brother wants to reach you, you break him over and over again not wanting him in your life ever again when as i said before he was your "KID BROTHER" and you want to tell me your the good one for just wanting to cut him off with no answers or anything? You gotta be pulling my leg bro... and it would be a different story if the dreamtale background is different but no! it isnt! nothing is said to make it seem dream was an abuser of sorts, they were both hurt and yet you blame dream for all of it you have a whole ass support system yet that is your mindset??? I cant.... I really cant Uh sorry again for this long ass rant though =w=

anon our souls are holding hands resonating as one

my two cents on this (that isn't something i said. a million times before already) is that it's usually because people refuse to see the star sanses in the same light they do the bad sanses the people who actively dislike the star sanses and what they do usually do so because they can't relate to them, from what i've noticed

the bad sanses are easier to root for because of the fact that they are made of struggle and the dirty, gritty parts of morality and life so to say it's easier to think of good things in the middle of so much bad, because it's in our nature as people to look for hope or root for the good, no matter how little it is having the ability to look for goodness and love in so much evil is a form of love in of itself everybody struggles and life sucks and sometimes the world is evil and sometimes we do bad things, but that's the thing, the fact that we as people find something good in the middle of it all (like finding familial love bloom in the bad sanses, as an example) is very inspiring. at least to me!!! that's how i see it!!!! that's how i like to think people see it as well because that's how i see and enjoy them together so i can totally see why people find more relatability and love for the bad sanses. i really do get it and i agree!! like a lot!!!!! i love them too

but that exact reason is also why it really sucks that people just don't see the star sanses in the same light?

i wanna reemphasize my point in relatability: it's difficult for most people to relate to the star sanses because inherently they are the heroes, the protagonists, the main characters, because nobody are any of those things i feel like people often put them on a pedestal because of their central tropes and characteristics. they have it all already, they don't need more praise, right?

i think the biggest problem people have with the star sanses, like your whole ramble very clearly shows, is that they don't humanize them i feel like a lot of people assume that just because they are good and choose to be good and are praised for being good, they are unreachable people don't think they struggle. that it sucks being that.

it's often why i like writing the star sanses with so much struggle and so much mental illness lol, because being good is fucking HARD and they're as imperfect as everybody else. dream is anxious, ink is brash, blue is a workaholic, stuff like that

there's a lot to say but it's just....the bad sanses and the star sanses are two sides of the same coin. the bad sanses is finding good in the middle of, basically, evil and misdeed the star sanses is finding struggle in the middle of trying to do good

people often portray both of them black and white morals and it's why it gets frustrating and flat and badly written.

idk, just like how i find inspiration in the bad sanses of finding hope and love in the middle of darkness, i really admire the implications of the star sanses when you actually decide to humanize them. because if you make the star sanses struggle throughout their praise, glory, and righteousness, it's...really admirable that they still choose to do good.

like you said, the star sanses risk their lives often and fight, offering treaties and agreements, just to make things right that's so??? admirable????? like for the amount of times the bad sanses fucking fight them, i genuinely would've just given up completely, but they just....don't??? and that's so admirable and sweet? it makes them so deserving of their titles as guardians.

idk!!! this is a massive ramble too, i don't even know where i was going with it but like, yeah, i think i wanted to talk mostly about why people preferred the bad sanses over the star sanses and how it makes me sad i get you anon. with my whole body and my whole soul. i understand what you mean and i see you

#Anonymous #idk like. if these fuckers were real and protecting my multiverse id spare some sympathy for them #i would hate for people to call them stupid for not trying or not being the best bc theyre literally the only ones keeping me alive #< (hypothetical situation btw. thought id say that again in case it wasnt clear)#ive already talked enough about how i dont like people making the star sanses evil (unless its written well)#and pretend that everything the bad sanses do is good and that theyre sweet wittol babie beans #like what if i like them evil. they would kick my ass and that's what i prefer tbh #anyway yeah............different flavor ramble from me today i guess. im just sad the star sanses arent humanized ever

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iluvshinytwink · 2 years ago

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can u write for Jude when he has a nightmare where the reader tells him she doesn't love him and leaves him but when he wakes up she is not next to him which sends him into a spiral and freaks out looking for her not knowing she had left to get breakfast so when she comes back she finds him full on sobbing on the ground b/c he thought she actually left him sry if that was too much

Sweet Carolina - Jude Bellingham

"So don't write me a letter 'cause I'll always be right here. Closer to you than your next breath, my dear."

Now Playing . . . Sweet Carolina by Lana Del Rey

A/N: i LOVE LOVELOVELOVLEOVLE this request bro u have no idea, thank u for requesting and i hope you enjoy this!

im in extra emo today so yk this shit gon be detailed asf 🤞

The fact that your mind can harvest your deepest fears and channel them into reality by nightfall is scary, horrifying. The fact that sometimes you do not even realize that you fear it is what makes the human mind so scary, so unpredictable.

One day you could be kissing your lover goodnight and by the time you fall asleep, horror comes into light and no one will hear your screams, your horror, your pain.

The night ended in bliss, Jude held you close as he kissed your head. Jude remembers you giggling at his sweet action, he felt your breath push into his chest, your heartbeat slowly lulling him to sleep.

"Jude!" an echoed voice called out. Jude looked around, his surroundings black, empty. "Jude!" the same voice called out again, he realized that this was your voice. His eyes look around in panic, not knowing where this voice is coming from. He swallows a lump in his throat, trying to calm himself down. "Jude?" you called again, but this time it was audible, he could hear it clearly, like you were behind him. He looks at his back in a flash and there you were, standing.

Jude feels a sigh of relief escape his lips. "You scared me." Jude smiled. "Jude, you have to face it." you said. "What? What do you mean?" Jude asked. "You have to realize that I don't love you." you looked into his eyes and he looked back at yours. Your eyes were dull, lifeless, emotionless in a way. His eyebrows knitted in confusion. "What do you.. mean?" he repeated, this time his voice was weaker. "I don't love you, Jude. You need to realize that." you shrugged, walking around him. His mouth gaped open, trying to find a response other than the response he just gave.

"I never loved you." you coldly said. Jude's eyes sting of tears, he couldn't see nor think straight.

Then, you disappear.

Jude backs up, trying to collect his thoughts-- trying to differentiate false from true.

"Jude." your voice calls out. Jude flinches. "We need a break." you plainly said. His eyes wandered, trying to look at anything but you. "Look at me." you demanded. Jude's eyes paused on yours. "Maybe not a break.. maybe permanently." you looked down at the floor.

As quickly as you joined his nightmare, you left.

He fumbles to the ground, not knowing what to do, not knowing what to think. Tears stained his cheeks and every memory he had with you suddenly flashed in mind. Were those fake? Were those just forced smiles, forced laughs, forced kisses? Did you really not think of him like how he thinks of you? Did you really not feel what he feels? Did you really not love him?

Jude's eyes shot open, a series of panicked breaths leaving his mouth. The room was dark but something in him knew that this wasn't a nightmare, this was reality. The air around him was cold. Instinctively, his hand reaches out for the other side of the bed, for you. But it was empty. Jude panics and sits up, he looked at his side and as he feared, it was empty.

Was his dream true? Was he really just relying on memories to remember the times you two had and not realizing that you two have parted? Was your touch fake? Was your voice fake? What was real?

Even though he felt himself falling into despair he didn't want to give up, he couldn't.

Jude gets out of bed and quickly leaves the room. His throat was caught in a knot but somehow he still managed to call out your name. He called out your name. hoping for an answer, hoping to hear your voice to reassure himself that it was just a stupid nightmare. But no answer.

Jude searches every room in his house but there was no sign of you. He starts losing hope, with every room that he checks left empty he feels the tears prickle harder.

With every room, he remembers a moment that the two of you spent there. He wants to believe this was just another nightmare, a nightmare upon another nightmare. He begged that he would wake up in a few minutes with you still in his arms, peacefully snoring.

He stands still for a moment, and for just a moment he feels his tears blur his vision. He looks down in the ground, and his tears fell.

Was it really all fake?

You open the front door quietly, thinking that your boyfriend was still fast asleep. You walk down with breakfast in your hands until you hear a sniffle. You stopped walking. Worry coursed through your veins.

You put the things in your hands down and you continued walking to find your boyfriend.

"Jude?" you nervously called out.

Jude pauses. He remembers this voice in his dream, and in the back of his mind he wants to think he's in a dream but his heart wanted to seek out the voice.

He holds his breath and starts walking towards the voice. He didn't care if it was fake, he didn't care if this was an illusion in his mind, he just wanted reassurance. He just wanted comfort.

Finally. he stops in front of you and his heart sinks. You look at him, his eyes were laced with tears, his cheeks were stained. "Jude?" you managed to whisper. He throws his arms around you. He hugged you tightly, like if he let go-- you'd disappear again.

"Jude, what's wrong?" you asked, returning the hug. Jude lets the last of his tears fall.

This was true. This was real.

Jude's legs crumble beneath and he eventually falls to the ground, dragging you with him. "Jude?" you called out once more, hugging him tighter. A shaky sigh leaves his lips, his voice trembles.

You were true, it wasn't an illusion. You came back to him.

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cloudyskydreams · 2 months ago

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UT,UF,US Sleeping positions

Undertale:

Sans:A1, B1,B6, the occasional D2 during nightmares

•Bro sleeps like a log and does not wake up easily. He normally starts straight and shifts slightly in his sleep but doesn't move around alot unless his dream is a bad one. If he is having a bad dream he thrases around alot and has woken up from them by falling off the bed a few times. Likes cuddles and will go either way on big or little spoon but prefers little more. Will use anything as a pillow.

Papyrus:A5

•Bro is stiff in his sleep. Like if you didn't know him and you found him while he was asleep you would think he was an actual corpse. I feel like he doesn't move around at all maybe kicking his feet out and occasionally shifting his legs. Likes cuddles but wakes up pretty early so you'll be woken up too if you fall asleep in his arms. Prefers big spoon because his height. Isn't a very heavy sleeper and wakes up fully aware like a weirdo. Uses one or two super soft pillows.

Underfell:

Red:A2, A4,B3, C2

•This man moves around A LOT. He's constantly switching positions he's a very active sleeper good luck sleeping next to him and not being kicked. The only thing that really stops the activeness is cuddles wether with a pillow or a person. He's a big cuddler and 100% prefers little spoon. Being held with his head against someone's chest is one of his favorite places to be. Pretty heavy sleeper but wakes up to loud noises. Jumps awake if woken up and his normally frantic when he does searching the room for threats. Pillow King he has so many pillows.

Edge:A5, C1, B2, B1

•A pretty average sleeper he doesn't move around too much but shifts every now and then. He's normally most comfortable sleeping on one of his sides and he uses a single pillow. Isn't big on cuddles but if you're super close and have been in a relationship for awhile he is the big spoon no argument. It makes him feel like he's protecting you in a way. A light sleeper he wakes up periodically throughout the night over little things. In his part of the underground you had to be on edge constantly.

Underswap:

Stretch:B3, B4, B6

He moves around in his sleep but he's not as active as some of the others maybe switching positions completely every few hours. I feel like he'd lay on his non-existent stomach and sleep that way alot. Loves cuddles and is half and half on big and little spoon he doesn't really care. Loves to hold and be held he just wants them cuddles. He has 3 pillows two soft and one hard. He's a decently light sleeper and has nightmares as well that keep him up often so some days when he's asleep he's actually passed out no waking him up but generally a decently light sleeper. Is groggy when he wakes up and doesn't talk much.

Blue:A3,A4,C3,D1,D2

He actually doesn't move around that much in his sleep but when he does he MOVES. Goes from one position to the next in seconds and then is like that for the next fews hours till he moves again. He enjoys cuddles a lot and will move alot less when cuddling but still somehow turns himself completely upside down while holding someone/being held. Prefers big spoon as it makes him feel bigger but he likes being held occasionally too. He's not a heavy sleeper but he's on the harder side to wake up and is a little out of it when he does.

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glitch-after-dark · 6 months ago

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Dratchrod headcanons challenge

Who says I love you first?

Who makes their energon?

Who is the early bird/who is the night owl?

Who is the big spoon/Who is the little spoon?

Who loves to cuddle?

Who hogs the blanket?

Who wakes the other one up with kisses?

Who usually has nightmares?

Who likes sweets?

Who likes horror movies/who likes romance movies?

Who is small/who is tall?

Who is considered the scaredy cat?

Who is the most affectionate?

Nicknames?

Who is most likely to carry the other?

Who asks for money/Who has money?

Who proposes?

Who is top/Who is bottom?

Who is most ticklish?

Who brings an animal they found home?

Who wants to stay in bed just a bit longer?

Who cooks best?

Who needs reassurance?

Who comms inappropriate things to the other during inappropriate times?

Who cries during certain films?

Who tells their friends/family about the relationship first?

Gosh there are just so many questions here. I feel like this is from an ask meme where it's supposed to be a couple at a time. 🤣

This took a bit. And I am putting it under a cut.

Who says I love you first?

It was technically Rodimus to Drift, but in a noncommittal "I love you bro" kind of way that he was trying to play off as casual. He danced around it but never fully committed to it. When Drift left from the Lost Light, Rodimus couldn't say it again more seriously, though it haunted him for two years until they reunited at which point Dratchet had happened, and he shut that down. Ratchet had also teasingly told Ratchet he knows he loves him and similar joking back, but wasn't interested in him yet beyond respecting him and caring about him and distant kind of note that Ratchet was attractive.

Ratchet actually said I love you to Drift first because he left determined to be emotionally honest for once. Drift actually took longer to say it back, which upset Drift–Ratchet understood that Drift showed love–but once he got over the hump kept saying it whenever he got the chance.

Rodimus and Drift dance around it for ages, and it is pulling teeth to get them to verbalize it due to the twice burned issue and not wanting to destabilize things. Rodimus actually says it by accident because he's been socializing with Ratchet to try and force himself to "get over his feelings" by metaphorically pressing the bruise over and over by shoving Dratchet's relationship in his face as much as possible and reminding himself that Ratchet is clearly the better option by getting to know him more. Ratchet similarly wants to get to know Rodimus more as well given his importance in their lives and Ratchet's newfound determination to do better in all his relationships. These two end up spending more time together as Drift is getting interrupted, leaving it just them and finding out they both like fishing. Though Ratchet kind of is maliciously petty about it because he's determined to not be outsmarted by a fish while Rodimus finds it relaxing and Ratchet hilarious. Drift tries it and theoretically he thought it would appeal to him but he finds it mind numbingly boring.

Ratchet and Rodimus are doing this and acting a bit silly together now that they are really friends and Ratchet laughs at Rodimus's joke which makes Rodimus light up inside in a way he recognizes and just blurts out "Damn Ratch you beautiful." And them it clicks, and he mouth vomits. "Oh shit. I'm in love with both of you."

Due to the soap opera drama of the LL Drift of course overhears this.

It takes a while for Rodimus to actually say it intentionally and a lot of chaos for all three of them to assure Ratchet he wabts him too. But he does beat Ratchet to it. Drift, meanwhile, finally takes the step with Rodimus, and instead of saying it aloud does it through hand while they are alone together during the "working things out phase". So he says it openly first.

Who makes their Energon?

The all take turns getting Energon for each other. None of them are particularly interested in cooking or experimenting. So it's mostly straight cubes with some add ins for flavor that they get pre-made or at Swerve's.

Rodimus does like tasting experiments though and Dratchet brings him back food-food from Swerve's.

It's common for Driftrod to pop in and bring Ratchet Energon. Ratchet in turn often brings them snacks when he knows they are having long "game sessions" which Rodimus really enjoys and Drift thinks is fun but doesn't often seek out himself.

Who is the early bird/who is the night owl?

Against conventional wisdom, I say that Rodimus is the early bird. Why waste life sleeping? He is also the night owl along with Ratchet. He does not sleep enough.

Ratchet is much easier to convince to sleep in and only gets up early when scheduled. He also is prone to staying up late.

Drift has a regular schedule and is an absolute disaster in the morning if woken early which no one believes but that's because he gets all his pissed off "I am awake and it is everyone's problem" energy out before he leaves the room.

Who is the big spoon/little spoon?

No set pattern. All three take turns.

Who loves to cuddle?

Rodimus does after sex. It is an absolute necessity, and any other exercise that wears his energy out leads to cuddling. He relished it then and the ability to just linger and enjoy. If he has energy, though, he can only stay for so long.

Drift is initially a bit more standoffish at first but enjoys it more over time. He loves using Rodimus as a space heater or wrapping himself over Ratchet.

Ratchet, though, is the biggest proponent of it, and once he's comfortable, he loves doing it anytime, anywhere. He has absolutely no problem cuddling Rodimus in the Captain's Chair while doing paperwork or having either of them perched on his lap while at Swerve's or curling up into each other. He loves lazy morning sleep ins cuddled together.

Who hogs the blanket?

Drift. Definitely Drift. Rodimus overheats easily so often ends up kicking them off, and Ratchet can sleep without them. Drift has issues with temperature regulation, though, and finds wrapping up comforting.

Who wakes the other one up with kisses?

All three have.

Who usually has nightmares?

All of them, though, at different frequencies and triggers. Life left scars, and they all need different comfort following one.

Who likes sweets?

Ratchet and Drift.

Ratchet because he has a sweet tooth. He can it the most closing disgustingly sweet monstrosity with a straight face and genuinely enjoy it.

Drift actually can't taste sweetness, but he likes the energy burst that comes with them. He keeps them on him for assurance and to snack on in between fueling.

Rodimus actually can't stand sweetness. The fuel he grew up on was mixed with a very saccharine chemical filler to dilute it and it makes his fuel tank upset now. A little he can handle but it has to be balanced out.

Who likes horror movies/who likes romance?

Ratchet and Rodimus eat up horror and are the kind of people who talk the entire way through criticizing or joking about the ways the deaths go. Drift is white knuckling and veey invested in survival.

Drift likes romance of all kinds. He enjoys the guarantee happy ending in pure romance genre. Rodimus enjoys romantic comedies and is actually very into period romances with complex social rules and melodrama. Ratchet usually falls asleep during them.

Who is small/tall?

They are all about the same height?

Who is considered the scaredy cat?

I'd say none of them. Rodimus likes being jump scared because he laughs and thinks it's fun but Drift has a more hair trigger reaction to it. None of them are "scared cats" though.

Who is the most affectionate?

Hard to say because they each show affection in their own way. Drift is probably the most "traditionally" demonstrative of his affection, though Ratchet and Rodimus also get plenty of PDA complaints.

Nicknames?

"Ratty" - "Kid" | Dratchet

"Rodders" | Driftrod

"Roddy" - "Ratch" | Rarer Ratchrod

Who is most likely to carry the other?

Ratchet. He enjoys it too as Driftrod are always delighted when he shows off his strength.

Who asks for money/has money?

I think we all know the answer to that. The funny part, though, is when Ratchet realizes he's become a sugar baby. Rodimus has no qualms once Drift and he work things out.

Who proposes?

Ratchet. Both times. Mostly because Drift got tongue tied.

Who is top/bottom?

They switch.

Who is most ticklish?

Rodimus. And Drift will take shameless advantage of this.

Who brings an animal they found home?

Rodimus or Drift, but Ratchet is the one firmly in the "didn't want the cat but loves it the most" category.

Who wants to stay in bed a bit longer?

Drift and Ratchet as mentioned previously.

Who cooks the best?

Ratchet if he ever does it is actually a very good cook. He learned as a method of flirting but hasn't had the time since he left college.

Who needs reassurance?

All of them at different points. Rodimus, especially in the beginning but less as time goes on. Drift during rougher patches. Ratchet as well though he is the worst for asking about it. Rodimus actually ends up being the best at pegging when he needs it and is the most comfortable asking.

Who comms inappropriate things to each other at inappropriate times?

It's Ratchet and Rodimus. They start it out because they are both trying to one up each other and Drift is stuck in between their sexy war in the shared group chat having to look Perceptor in the face while Ratchet left a sexy voice mail about how he's going to eat out Rodimus later. He puts an ends it eventually because Rodimus may be shameless and Ratchet has a great poker face but Drift cannot handle this constant bombardment.

Who cries during certain films?

Drift and Rodimus. Ratchet is is a harder nut to crack, though.

Who tells their friends/family about it first?

Ratchet. Mostly because his best friend pegs it the moment they make eye contact.

They all three make a joint statement later about their new relationship.

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tojixz · 2 years ago

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Masterlist ☆ Heart Without Beat Masterlist

HEART WITHOUT BEAT: Chapter Four

Pairing: Neteyam x Fem!Reader

Notes: Cof cof* I got slightly carried away with this chapter. I wasn't going to end where it did, but if I kept going, the chapter would get VERY big! And big chapters are tiring to check for possible mistakes (if with 2k words I already make a lot of mistakes 🥲). So, let's leave more angst for next time! This chapter was more to introduce your new life, your current relationship with the Sullys; the way you had to mature and how you are dealing with past events. Well, it will be better built up next time, I promise!

Summary: Time passed, you grew up, and a new life began.

Warnings: Injuries, blood, a little anguish.

Word Count: 4,8k

Yawntutsyìp (n) - Dear; little loved one

Previous | Next (wip)

Time has no mercy. It will always be in constant 'motion', advancing its seconds, minutes, hours… and all we are left with are memories. Memories of things that have already happened and will never come back.

Memories of good and bad times. They should be enough to overcome the feeling of longing. The constant need to relive what has long ended.

As painful as it may be, those who are gone will only continue to exist as long as you keep thinking about them. And remembering moments that will never come again is certainly something that hurts more than a thousand needles piercing the flesh.

In the end, everyone will have to grow up. And as you mature, the dark will no longer be your worst nightmare. With responsibilities, the weight of life is finally crushing on your shoulders.

And if you are not strong enough, you will be your own worst enemy.

Years passed and, as the inevitable, you grew up. You were now the best warrior of your age, or nearly so. You were second only to Neteyam, but not an absolute loss, since you didn't have a glaring difference in skills.

You have become more agile, more consistent with your own movements; your aim with bow and arrow has become exceptional and your hand-to-hand combat is fluid. Jake has certainly taken great pride in your evolution, and you are happy to make him happy.

After your mother's death, Jake and Neytiri became almost like father figures to you. They welcomed you with the greatest love they could provide. They cared for you, held you through nightmare nights, and were thrilled to see your development. You were lucky to have them.

And it is because of this trust that you have built up with them over all these years, that now, as a warrior, you are on your first direct contact mission with the People of Heaven.

You, Neteyam and Lo'ak have been tasked with being aerial observers. Stay on the lookout in case some strange flying machine came close to the place where the warriors were looting the equipment. That was the initial plan.

But you live with the Sully family, and if there's one thing you've learned over all these years…it's how extremely difficult they can be to deal with.

"Bro, we have to go there", Lo'ak said, nodding his head down to where several Na'vi were gathering weapons and ammo.

"No chance, Dad will skin us-", Neteyam didn't even finish his speech before you walked in on the middle of the conversation with a not at all happy expression on your face.

"Lo'ak, don't be an imbecile and just follow the orders laid down."

It may have sounded rude, but you were used to treating each other like that. You were best friends after all. However, no matter how much you loved Lo'ak and his exploitative ways, you hated the way he often acted recklessly. So you and Neteyam were always there to put his head on straight. But sometimes it wasn't enough.

"What are you two afraid of? Aren't you two the best warriors? Don't be cowards." The second question came out as a taunt. It was typical of Lo'ak.

You didn't blame him for being jealous of the visibility his brother, and even you, received. Lo'ak also wanted to be seen, to be praised. And well, many saw him, but the preoccupation of the constant war just didn't allow that to be shown in the right way. Lo'ak was like a neglected child. He felt alone just as you did before you met him. That was why he was so special to you.

You didn't like many of Jake's attitudes, but you knew that some of them were necessary.

Death in war has no age. Much less does she expect a child to grow up to be able to deal with such situations. So there are just different sides of the story, not who is more wrong.

It turns out that regardless of the case, choices have consequences.

"Lo'ak, don't make me repeat- Lo'ak!!", you hissed at him and then growled in indignation as you saw that Neteyam came down right behind Lo'ak toward the ground. You felt like you were taking care of babies. "What the hell!"

Instead of following them too, you continued flying overhead to keep an eye on the 'aircraft', as Jake instructed you. If you were going to protect them, it was best to do it the smart way.

Despite that, you never took your eyes off the two down there. Her ear twitched as she realized that Lo'ak had a weapon in his hands, with Neteyam at his side, probably trying to convince him to come back. You would have continued watching if not for incoming enemy reinforcements.

You would promptly go to alert Jake of the approach, but just as the object located you, it began firing in your direction. "Shit."

You started flying with agility, making fluid movements but also abrupt to divert the shots toward you. There was a moment then that you finally got an opening to finally press the communication device on your neck. Not that it was very useful now, Jake probably had noticed the new drive.

"Jake, new vehicles in the sky!"

Jake's response wasn't long in coming, but he certainly wasn't happy: "I already know! Why the delay with the message? You guys need to report it right away, dammit!"

You unconsciously flinched a bit, "I'm sorry, sir...", you didn't have time to apologize before new shots came your way. Catching the sound of an explosion in the distance, you prayed that Neteyam and Lo'ak had long since left and were safe.

Even with her agile movements, one of the shots ended up grazing her thigh. It wasn't a fatal wound, but it certainly cut deep. You winced at the painful sensation of the cut, but relaxed a little when you realized that they finally managed to explode and bring down the aircraft.

You noticed that Jake was taking off again, with an extra body in his Ikran. Lo'ak was flying behind him with his head down, looking shaken. You startled slightly when a deep, angry voice reached your ears through the headphones: "Back off. Let's go back to base."

You arrived shortly after Jake and Neytiri landed. You had trouble getting off your Ikran. Her thigh throbbed. You could feel your heart beating in the place of the wound, the blood trickling down to your foot. You winced, but you weren't sure if it was from the impact with the ground or the way Jake looked like he was going to rip your heads off. Lo'ak and Neteyam were already in formation, it wouldn't be good if you took longer.

"What did I order you to do? What were your duties?? Hm?!", Jake paced back and forth staring at the two in front of him, turning around only when he realized you had arrived.

"We're supposed to be watching-"

"Right. Watching. At a distance!", he growled, "I send the geniuses to war and you disobey direct orders! God."

Kiri and Tuk soon arrive at the location as well. Kiri going directly to his older brother to analyze his bruises and Tuk going into Neytiri's arms.

"Kiri, go help your grandmother with the injured, please." Jake tried to throw her off. He wasn't finished with his scolding, not anytime soon were his children going to escape.

But Kiri, not happy with the proposal, just countered: "Father, my brother is injured."

"Tuk, go with her. Come on, both of you." Rolling her eyes, Kiri huffed out of there. Tuk followed closely behind, she hated to see her brothers hurt, but most of all, her father fighting with them. She hated that Lo'ak had to get into trouble.

You were glad that Kiri hadn't seen her wound as well, since it was a little behind her thigh, a place her vision couldn't reach. She probably wouldn't have left the scene if she had known.

"Sir, I take full responsibility-"

"Yes, you do. You must. You are the eldest, you should act like it."

Her ears flattened against her head at the harsh words. Not knowing what to do, you looked down at the floor. Neteyam was not to blame for anything that had happened. He didn't deserve that reprimand, much less that all that responsibility was placed on his shoulders.

You noticed how Lo'ak was also cowering, the only thing you wanted now was to hug him and tell him everything was fine. Everything would be fine.

Jake looked at you now, making you flinch. "You did well not to go with the idiots. Someone needs to follow orders here." What should have been a compliment was more like a stab through her heart. Would Lo'ak and Neteyam be mad at you for getting attention even in this situation? You didn't want that.

Your leg was going numb from the blood loss and you wanted to scream from the pain. It stung, badly. As a warrior you were supposed to endure it. As a living being you wanted to cry. The whole situation was frustrating. It all could have been avoided. You wanted to hit Lo'ak for his recklessness – but how much of it was your fault?

You were in a war. Any one of you could get hurt; the perimeter where battles take place is in constant danger. But it was certain that there were things that could be avoided.

You nodded at Jake's statement, and when he finally looked away, you finally relaxed your shoulder. But only for an instant. You let out a low, pained groan. The burning in your leg was becoming unbearable at this point.

Neytiri who was nearby, opening her mouth to warn her husband of the fact that her son was indeed bleeding, immediately fell silent. She promptly turned her head towards you and looked for the reason for her discomfort.

She took a few steps towards you quickly, alerted to your status. "Yawntutsyìp? What happened?"

You backed up a little. Damn. Neytiri would be worried and you would surely get a scolding. "It's nothing, really-", your words were invalidated as soon as Neytiri saw the cut on your leg.

You noticed his face of astonishment and fear. Her ears twitched and her tail was wagging restlessly behind her, showing her instant stress. "Silly child! Why didn't you tell me you were hurt??"

Jake focused attention on you again at her mate's words. He looked down at the wound on her thigh and his frown deepened. Neteyam was alarmed and Lo'ak confused. Would he feel even more guilty knowing you're hurt too? It wasn't his fault, it was his lack of skills.

The domino effect. It's hard to keep everyone satisfied.

"It's not-", you thought to again deny the seriousness of the situation – even though it really wasn't an emergency. But you thought better of it, swallowed and just said the truth: "It was that aircraft. I tried to swerve, but one of the shots ended up grazing me."

"And why did you just keep quiet? You should have said, don't be quiet when you're hurt!" Neteyam boiled over. He wasn't angry directly at you, but at himself for not noticing. He was angry that he had left you alone, and frustrated that you had hidden it. You just looked away from him; you wouldn't have a good argument now.

Jake snorted at the impending stress. His head was throbbing from the sequence of events, and his mood was definitely not the best. Looking at Neytiri, who was already giving him a firm look, as if to tell him to say something about his actions, Jake looked away half-heartedly, and said, "Dismissed. Both of you, go heal."

Jake ordered Lo'ak to stay behind; he still had some words for him. But you were no longer there to listen, you just hoped Lo'ak would be okay. Neytiri was accompanying you and Neteyam, one of her hands meeting firmly on your shoulder. She would surely have scolded you more if it hadn't been for the fact that Jake had already done enough.

Your leg was more painful now, so you were limping much more. Neteyam approached you, took your arms and put you over his shoulder, while he supported you from behind. "Lean your weight on me."

You didn't want his help. Not out of pride but because he was hurt too. He should worry more about himself. "You shouldn't exert yourself, you have big cuts on your back." You took a break. "What happened?"

"Explosion." It was the only thing he said and you didn't insist anymore.

Upon arriving and entering Mo'at's tent, Neytiri helped you to a seat, while Neteyam stepped aside to sit across from his grandmother. Kiri promptly went to get more herbs to grind and help her grandmother with the dressings. Not even a few minutes later Lo'ak arrived at the tent as well, along with Spider.

Kiri was in charge of taking care of you while your grandmother was taking care of Neteyam beside you. You were happy, Kiri was good at using medicine that didn't burn as much.

"Eywa. What a nasty cut", she grimaced as she said. You laughed at her mocking face. If Kiri wasn't sincere with her words (which she actually was in many situations), her facial expression spoke for itself.

Neteyam tried to get a better look at his wound, but he was interrupted by the burning sensation on his back. He also wanted Kiri to tend to his injuries. Not that he disliked his grandmother's care, but she was sometimes too rough. "Ow. Ow. Ow!"

"Hold still. Stop moving around so much", Mo'at pressed more ointment into Neteyam's cuts, causing him to complain even more. You laughed and he looked crookedly at you.

Lo'ak who was standing next to Neteyam watching his brother suffer through recovery, was laughing at his situation. "Own, the baby wants a kiss?"

Kiri rolled her eyes and walked away from you momentarily, only to pick up another grinding tool. "I would use yalna bark."

"Huh? And who is Tsahik?", Mo'at countered. She could be very difficult at times, and Kiri was frustrated by that.

"You, Grandma. Turns out yalna bark would burn less." Kiri came back to you and approached her wound. She got some of the ointment on her fingers, slowly and carefully she applied it to her wound.

You shivered slightly. It clearly didn't burn as much as Neteyam's looked like it was burning. But it still caused a numbness.

You looked outside the tent as a distraction. Neytiri had long since left the tent and left you and Neteyam for the necessary care. Now she found herself crouched beside Jake talking about something. They looked serious and shaken.

It broke your heart. You hated to see them sad. You would do anything, anything at all, to make each of those people important to you happy.

Her ear wilted a little. Kiri just assumed it was because of the bruise, but Neteyam noticed her melancholy. He followed her gaze and understood her sadness. He did not want to disappoint his parents in any way. He works hard every day to make them proud. Then he felt guilty when it happened.

It was all so difficult.

After finally finishing the healing session, her wound was patched up nicely with a bandage wrapped around it to protect it. It had been a while since you left Mo'at's hut, now you were sitting on one of the tallest rocks in High Camp. You enjoyed hanging out there, watching the eclipse, observing all the beautiful flora that made up your planet, your home.

Breathing in the fresh air of the new night, your heart was soothed by the tranquility. Today was a full, tiring day. Constantly dealing with wars wore her down, even if today was her first time in the field. The adrenaline of everyone around her, the tension that overwhelms her clan. It's all very suffocating.

Growing up was good. You learned new things, understood the true meaning of things. You become freer, in a way. But it's also scary. Growing up you get new responsibilities, new decisions to make. It is oppressive in many cases.

Sometimes your only wish was to go back to being a child again.

Where you would be lying next to Neytiri, listening to the incredible stories of your past life. Where Jake would run after you like an imaginary monster, even though you were a little too big for that…

Or even the time your mother was here.

You missed her so, so much. Missing your affection, your hugs, your tender kisses. The loving way she cared for you and was always there to help you. The sound of her laugh, the way her nose crinkled up when she was angry.

You miss every moment with your mother. It was painful and often you felt alone because of it. Even though Jake and Neytiri were always there to tell you that everything was okay. You were loved.

Her eyes filled with tears at the feeling of longing. Being alone in these moments was good precisely because of that, you could release some of this oppressed hurt inside you.

But then your ear was able to hear a thud close to you. You were startled and quickly began to dry your tears in case it was someone. But you already sensed the presence right next to you, if the person had noticed you well enough, they would have known that you were crying.

The person silently sat down to the side. You kept your head down, away from the figure's gaze, but that made it impossible for you to know who was beside you.

A few seconds passed in silence. Just the nocturnal sound of the forest covering the environment, calming everyone's hearts. You were able to hear a silent sigh before finally hearing the individual's voice. Her ear perked up at the sound.

"Are you okay?"

You didn't answer the question, too embarrassed that he saw you in that situation. Neteyam was always perceptive when it came to those close to you with negative emotions.

But beyond that. He knew when you were in a state of distress. When you were suffering from your inner demons. You were grateful that he was kind enough to help you, but you were frustrated to be caught in such a vulnerable state. In your mind, it was shameful.

Having received no answers, Neteyam cleared his throat and directed his gaze at you. "Does anything else hurt?"

"No. Kiri did a good job", you replied simply. If you continued with your silence, Neteyam would make sure you were okay before leaving you alone again. He was difficult sometimes.

"May I ask why you are crying?" The question came out as a simple, soothing whisper, a whisper where only you were able to hear.

To be honest, it was not the first time that Neteyam had found you in such a delicate state. Just as it was not new that he comforted you every time.

Turns out you felt like a nuisance. Just one more problem to deal with in an environment that was already upset because of the various responsibilities. Neteyam already had a lot to deal with: his training as an Olo'eyktan, caring for his younger brothers, his development as a warrior... you didn't want to be a hindrance anymore.

So you suffered in silence. Alone. But it was really impossible to escape Neteyam's doe eyes. He would always know when you were distressed, in need of support. He knew that although you pretended to be a mighty warrior, without weaknesses, you were as fragile as any other child.

And Neteyam didn't blame you for that. You had been through a lot in your life, in your childhood. So he did his best to make you understand that you were no longer a burden on his back. He took care of you because he cared. Neteyam hated to see you in this state.

"I don't…", you sighed, "Same old same old. I just miss my mother."

You still had your head down, refusing to meet Neteyam's gaze. But he was already looking at your face in profile, from the moment you started talking. Lately you've noticed how his gaze has lingered a little longer on your features. You assumed it to be more concern, so you didn't think too much.

Neteyam slowly raised his arm and rested his hand on your neck, near the nape of your neck, giving a little pressure in place. You tensed under the sudden touch, but it lasted only an instant. You soon relaxed at the warm contact on your skin.

More tears filled your eyes and you held them back as long as you could. It wasn't time to cry anymore, you couldn't be a crybaby forever. Her body trembled slightly, a sob wanting to escape her throat.

Eywa. What was all that whining about now? It had just been a tiring day, but you should be able to handle it. Neteyam must certainly consider you a pain in the ass.

"You can cry, you know. It won't make you weaker", he paused. "It's okay, I'm here."

And then you found yourself unable to hold it in any longer. It was unfair. It was unfair the way Neteyam had the power to make you crumble in seconds. The way he could see into your soul with just one look.

You laid your head on Neteyam's shoulder, hiding your face as endless sobs and tears escaped you.

In all those years, you and Neteyam had become good friends, close friends. You supported each other in each and every circumstance; whether Neteyam was suffering because of new scoldings from his father or tired from the increasing responsibilities of each day, it was you who were there to calm him down. To tell him that everything would be fine, everything would pass.

He loved to hear your soothing whispers.

Neteyam loved how confident you were, with the soul of a leader. But at the same time, it was fragile. And that just like a child, you needed affection and protection.

Just as you cared for Neteyam, he cared for you, being there whenever you needed him. Neteyam would be there to calm your nightmares, silence your agonizing screams or comfort you on sleepless nights.

A smile opened on Neytiri's lips whenever she saw you together, the way you treated each other. The way the two of you, together, cared for Kiri, Lo'ak and Tuk like the most precious people in the world.

You would be strong warriors in adulthood. Individually, but mostly united. You and Neteyam were two parts that completed each other and that is what made you so powerful. But just as unity is a strength, it can also be your greatest weakness.

Neteyam was understanding with you, allowing you to cry as much as necessary for your heart to be at peace. He lowered his arm from the back of your neck to your waist, slowly embracing you. Conveying warmth and protection.

Neteyam noticed how much you liked hugs. This became more frequent after her mother's death. Neytiri was the one who gave you that kind of affection the most, always there, willing to hug you and caress her hair, like a mother would. And you were forever grateful for that, you missed that kind of love so much.

So when you felt the firm arms around you, you sank even deeper into the embrace.

You stayed there until you calmed down. All that was left were silent sniffles and your sighs.

Night had already arrived and Pandora's night lighting came to life. It was so beautiful. You loved looking at the life around you, appreciating the creation of the Great Mother. It is unfair that the People of Heaven come here to take such goods as if they had a right. If the mother, creator of their planet, was dying, it is their own fault; it's selfish to want to get it from somewhere else now.

But that's what humans are, isn't it? Selfish, sinful, and monstrous. You learned as you grew up that they are not all bad, there were good humans too, like those who lived next to you. But compared to the number of those who wanted to break up your home, it was something very small.

But there was really no use dwelling on this. Your only option was to fight, to fight these intruders and to protect your people.

That was the only way to nip this evil in the bud. Fight.

"We should go now, it's late. Your parents will be worried", you said, already pulling away from Neteyam's warm embrace. You felt awkward at the loss, but didn't think much of it.

"Right. We should." Despite him agreeing, Neteyam still took a good look at your face to make sure you really looked better. You were great at changing the focus of the scene, so he knew he should keep a closer eye on you.

Standing up, you stretched slightly before inhaling a copious amount of air. The night was cool today.

You and Neteyam started walking leisurely towards your Marui. Upon arrival, you smelled delicious food, apparently dinner was already ready. It was at that moment that you noticed how hungry you were, the day was definitely full, you didn't even remember what your last meal was.

You went in first, with Neteyam right behind. As you entered, Tuk was the first to spot your presence. She ran up to you immediately.

With its impact on your body, you took a step back, bracing yourself with your injured leg. You let out a silent groan of discomfort, which by the looks of it, didn't escape Neteyam's exceptional hearing.

"Tuk, more careful!"

Tuk startled and turned away from you with her ears perked. She had completely forgotten about your injury. Tuk made you feel pain, didn't she?

You noticed that Tuk's big eyes filled minimally with water. You immediately went to hug her and comfort her from the fright. "No, no, it's all right. You didn't hurt me, it was just unintentional, hm?", you made her look at you, "How about you show me what we have to eat today?"

Tuk nodded and soon a shy smile took over her lip. She took one of your hands and carefully pulled you over to the campfire, near Neytiri, who was finishing chopping some fruit.

Neteyam just sighed and went to sit down too, between Jake and Lo'ak. Neytiri had given her permission to start eating after a brief thank you to Eywa. You had a good morsel, already basking in the gaze. You were starving.

Dinner was silent. It wasn't such an oppressive silence, but it certainly wasn't as cozy. Everyone was on edge. This is the expected result of a war.

Today's results were good from a technical side. But bad from a family side. Neteyam was in a lot of danger, who knows what could have happened... no, it was better not to think about it. The important thing was that he was here now, along with all of you.

You noticed how Lo'ak seemed more sullen too. In those hours he would be making some disgusting joke just to annoy Kiri, but he was quiet. You didn't know if it was from Jake's scolding, the punishment, or the way he felt guilty about his brother. Either way, you would have to stroke his sorrows a little later.

After everyone finished eating and felt full, you helped Neytiri put away the utensils that were used for eating, and then everyone began to organize themselves to finally rest. The energy was depleted and everyone there seemed very stressed. A good sleep should be enough.

You, as always, snuggled between Kiri and Neteyam. Tuk still couldn't sleep away from her parents, so she slept between Neytiri and Jake, but still close to her sister. And Lo'ak slept on the other side of Neteyam.

Many times you woke up in the middle of the night to find half of Lo'ak's body on top of Neteyam. Sometimes you even got a kick or two. But it wasn't too inconvenient, as the warmth of your considerably new family soothed your spirit. It was a kind of tranquilizer for you.

Releasing the air you didn't even know you were holding, you stared at the ceiling for a few more seconds, before closing your eyes to try to drift off to sleep. You fixed your attention on the quiet sighs and snores of the others. They already seemed to have begun to fall asleep, really no longer able to stay awake.

Another day has gone. And all you hope, no, all you pray for, is that better days will come ahead. You hope to find peace one day. No aliens on your planet, no destruction.

Just you, your family, and your beautiful home, flourishing as it should be.

As Eywa made it to be.

🏷; @mashiromochi @im-in-a-pansexual-panik @narutoboi @ilovejakesullysdick

God, it took work to post this chapter 😭

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grapefruide · 10 days ago

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Episode 8: Burned Out

Reading the transcript instead of listening to this one, as I still do not have international data and my headphones broke.

I have a penchant for Hill Top Road episodes. The presence and details of all the interactions with the different Fears and people is just great. Maybe this is why I liked the Eye so much, just because I liked learning about these things. I just mistook the reason.

It's not because I sought knowledge for it's own sake, it's because the concept fascinated me. The madness had to be my own.

Ivo here's work in wiring reminds me for some reason of that one video of that guy redoing an old lady's wiring and correctly guessed that her son, who did the (very bad) wirings' house burnt down.

Yeah sure bro go to a half-built house in the middle of the Oxfuck suburbs in the middle of the night and do wiring. Alone. That sounds safe and normal and cozy warm.

Damn do I hope this guy's gay

Oh fuck it's near South Park. That explains a lot.

Look, no offense to construction workers and I'm sure they're not all like this, but from what I've seen they leave a lot of nails just sitting around. I was tearing up my grandma's carpet once to have it replaced and there was just. Stuff under there. And my brother once made like 100 bucks with his magnets cleaning up people's yards after they'd had their roofs redone.

The tree! Oh, the beautiful tree. It's so infused and congested with Fear. I would sleep in it even if it gave me nightmares for the rest of my life. I bet it gave great fruit while it still lived lol

Reminds me of the tree from the Chronicles of Narnia, the one they made into a wardrobe. So much ancient power, I'm fucking salivating. God that sounds weird.

Anyway, the mention of the shadows makes me think of the Dark.

Hmm yes very normal guy this Raymond Fielding

Bet bro didn't check the dates on those papers

Why the fuck is Fielding here. What point does his presence serve. Like why does he have to be the inciting incident he is not that scary in and of himself.

Oh shit, this guy's got history. Fear of schizophrenia, fear of not knowing what's real... I mean, an awful disease. But. I like.

I self-diagnosed myself with schizophrenia at like. Age 7. I don't have schizophrenia, fucking shocker.

Ivo's dad reminds me of Montague in a way, each locked in a room working their life away in service of a fear, however aware of it they are, until their wife disappears in one way or another and their kid is left traumatized and is later touched by Fear themself in adulthood, often after the death of their father. Huh. Sure it doesn't signify anything.

Fractals are fucking cool, I would study them myself if I wasn't both on the run from the law at the moment and no good at math.

He's right about the hands.

I wonder if he ever saw the hallways.

Bro was just trying to see the hands for real, pity they were too sharp for him.

Isn't a huge part of construction work like. Spatial awareness. Fuckin dumbass.

This man is straight and I am in shambles

That's a pretty bad concussion if he had to stay in the hospital for two days, maybe it'll lead to further issues - or perhaps it's just because he lives alone and won't be able to care for himself with the injury.

I love the word diocese, it reminds me of eglantines

Agnes is so fucking cool she would make a great fruit

wait how the fuck did she get an education

Wonder who the house belongs to now. The statement says the legal troubles over ownership were resolved, but how?

Bro doesn't believe in ghosts. Such an L move

Too bad about the tree, but it does make sense.

This apple reminds me of the Tree of Growth cult. A beautiful apple in a horrible place, seemingly engulfed with fear, but it shrivels away to nothing upon closer inspection.

This continues to confirm my hypothesis that Fears go after people who are less likely to be believed. This of course increases the psychological trauma of the experience but also lowers the likelihood that the Fears' true nature will be discovered. Very clever.

This is a good statement, a great introduction to the problem of Hilltop Road. Jude Approved!

#jude's tma liveblog #tma #the magnus archives #mag 8 #burned out #tma liveblog

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choking-on-dandelions · 1 year ago

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Good morning, dearest friends! I'm delighted to say we're back from up north and it was a BLAST!!!

So first of all, whoo. what a drive. From the heart of the city to the softspoken winds of the water it was erm, give or take about 5-6 hour car trip. Ya girl got pockets of car sickness but I managed not to throw up so yay!

The four of us traveled through Traverse City and omg THE CROWDS BRO I COULDN'T. We did weave through the people to catch the air show, that was so cool! All you heard was the planes ripping through the sound barrier as you watch them do their tricks and spins and barrel rolls through that bright blue sky. They looked so close that you could reach out and touch them! So many cool tricks! The people were a little less than stellar, only because I get panicky in big gatherings, but the cherry pie was worth it. Soo worth it.

Okay, now, off to the Sleeping Bear Dunes! We arrive in fair time and pull up to the BIGGEST piles of sand I've ever seen with my own two eyes! I get nervous, a little dizzy just looking at this beastly climb, and immediately predict this is going to be the funnest nightmare ever. (I was right btw!) We all take a whiz then start climbing, each of us donning our breeziest most death-proof clothing we packed, and right away I resort to scaling the FIRST dune on my hands and feet, growling and howling like a monster and chasing after my boyfriend while other tourist watched and laughed. It was all fun and games until about the 11th pole marker on our never-ending hike. How long did it take, you may ask, to get through these sand hills? I will tell you, dear friend:

It took us, in grand total, a whopping 6.5 hours to get from the car, down to the beach, back to the car, all without the relief of adequate shade from any trees, and running dangerously low on water after we saw for ourselves that there were no facilities on the shore. No bathroom, no water fountains, just sand and lake and lots of cool rocks. We rationed the water we had for about the last 3 miles of our hike, only sipping enough to wet our mouths. When I tell you we got burned bad. My back is just now starting to peel. Turns out, after all was said and done, we had mistakenly taken the longest and steepest path there was coming and going. But we did it! And we didn't even need to call the rescue team (good thing too, hello $2,000 rescue bill, no thanks)! But watching some of these other people hike our way WITHOUT ANY WATER OR ANYTHING, I was like '???' So we went out of our way coming back to warn others that they might want to turn back and prepare for the worst. They were grateful to say the least lol.

From there we carried on towards Cadillac and meandered around the country roads until we found a cozy little hole-in-the-wall bar and grill and stopped off for dinner. The food there was excellent! My friends Cassie and Annette got a giant ceaser salad and mac n cheese with a side of fried cheese curds, my boyfriend David got a burger with fries and a side of mac n cheese, and I nibbled on a plate of veggies with a few fries on the side. I got something super light because I suspected I'd doze off in the car right after eating; sure enough, I was right lol.

From there we drove about an hour to our hotel room and packed it in for the night. Super nice little place, we lucked out and got one of the best rooms with lakeside view and a backroom door leading straight to the heated pool room. Everyone else stayed up for a bit, I was knocked out lol. We slept a few hours, got up the next morning and showered and whatnot, then took off for the local beaches for some serious rock and shell hunting. We found some neat stuff: David found some cool Petoskey stones and me and Cassie and Annette were chasing shells around the shore. We found a bunch of big snail shells and a few clamshells, I was hoping to dig up some gemstones somewhere like how I did out in North Carolina, but sadly no such luck this time. But that's okay. We beach hopped for a few hours, had a few seltzers in the sun, then began our journey home, saw a haunted-ass barn and belted out some car karaoke for a while.

Y'all, it. Was. The. BEST!!! It was the getaway we all needed and some amazing bonding time, even though we all nearly died out on the dunes lol totally worth it! We're already planning another vacation for next year, we wanna go gem hunting up in the mountains. Gonna be bomb!

I'm so glad to be home though. It's good to be back!

#bunnygirl speaks #vacation #michigan #traverse city #sleeping bear dunes #great lakes #summer fun

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sugarrspice · 2 years ago

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How about “I hope that in every life, you are there with me" with Chase and your choice? -Trick ♡

Chase leans over Henrik's shoulder, squinting at the hastily scribbled diagrams strewn across the desk.

He couldn't make heads or tails of it, even if he had a gun held to his head; all he could parse was a frankly intimidating amount of calculus, and... mathematical proofs?

"When you said you're a doctor," Chase muses, resting his chin on Henrik's head, "I thought you were like- the medical kind. You know- 10 units of epinephrine stat, prep him for surgery."

"I do that too," Henrik says, and it's clear he's only half listening. Chase snorts softly; it's always a little funny when Henrik checks out this thoroughly in his research.

A little flattering, too, because insofar as Chase knows, he doesn't do it where he doesn't feel safe, where his back is exposed.

He presses a kiss to the top of Henrik's head at that, smiling a little as Henrik hums gently. "This looks distinctly less like medicine and more like my nightmares straight out of college."

"It's a proof," Henrik murmurs, and lays down his pen, finally; always a good sign, when Chase can get him talking and back to them. "For time travel. Or, well, what could theoretically be time travel. It could just as well be a separate doorway to a parallel universe that happens to be on the same, but delayed, path."

"You're saying a lot of words at me," Chase informs him, cheerfully. "They sound like very interesting ones, though. So- is it time travel or alternate dimensions?"

He feels, more than hears, Henrik chuckle underneath him. "Both. Or neither, depending on if this proof fails."

"Schrodinger's paradox," Chase says, nodding sagely. "Gotcha."

"There's not a single cat here," Henrik protests, and this time, he turns to loop an arm around Chase. It's an awkward position, but Chase snuggles into it regardless, grinning. Mission success.

"It's the spirit of it! It either is or isn't, right?"

Henrik sighs, and when Chase offers him a hand up, takes it, allowing himself to be hauled out of his chair. "That's not even remotely how a proof works."

"Maybe I'm reinventing the field," Chase fires back, and reaches out to snag Henrik's ID before he forgets it on the table, as they make to depart. "If Mr. Three Doctorates and Two Full-time Jobs can do it, surely dear ol' Bro Average can?"

"If anybody could, it would be you four," Henrik says, fondly, and reaches out to pull the door shut behind them. He frowns up at the fluorescent lighting- it's long since gone dark outside.

"I didn't realize I was out so late."

Chase hums. "You need to start setting a timer, doc. Or we can just have Marv come in, both are effectively the same."

"Do not," Henrik snaps, and Chase tips his head back to cackle.

"I won't send your research rival into your lab, don't worry, don't worry. What's the worst he can do- he proves time travel isn't real, alternate universes are?"

Henrik grumbles under his breath; Chase's grin widens, as he leans in. "Didn't catch that, doc."

For his trouble, he gets a flick to the head, and pouts, but Henrik doesn't pull away when he snuggles closer against the night chill.

They lapse into quiet, then. It's not a long walk; there's little traffic to cross, this late, and the faded orange glow of the streetlamps gives the whole scene a dreamlike sort of feeling.

It's only when they turn into their neighborhood does Chase nudge Henrik gently.

"Question."

"Answer," Henrik says dryly, and Chase narrows his eyes at the tiny smirk he spots.

"Rude, first. Second- you think that we'd know each other in a different world?"

Henrik hums in thought.

"I'd be surprised if we did... and didn't. You know the point of it is that anything is possible."

Chase tilts his head, considering this. Henrik sighs; he's gotten better, as of late, heading off the meandering paths that Chase tends to wander down in thought. He's even better at telling how maudlin they'd get.

A cool but steady hand cups Chase's cheek; the rare affection startles him out of the spiral he'd been wandering down. When he looks up, Henrik's looking steadily back at him, blue eyes dark in the hazy light of the lamps.

"I think, no matter the life, we'd eventually find each other. And I'd spend each lifetime gladly with you."

Chase can feel his own expression soften, and leans forward to press a gentle kiss to Henrik's lips, though he nudges Henrik as he pulls back.

"We'll make a poet out of you yet," he teases, hoping the levity will mask the wateriness of his voice; Henrik snorts softly.

"I'll leave the arts to you, I think. Come on, in with you, mein stern. We'll catch cold."

Chase snorts a soft laugh, and leans into Henrik as he swings the door open, the warmth of their home welcoming them home.

#spice writes #egoshipping #spice's queue #doctoraverage #chase x henrik #((Hello darling! Thank you for the terribly sweet ask 🧡))

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oswaldsleftbicep · 1 year ago

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Hiiii i really love your page!! Finally another nightmare harem enjoyer :3. I don’t know if this was already asked but how would the demons react if mc hit them?

the demons when their gn!so hits them

i'm glad you enjoy my writing! i was hesitant to do this one because of the theme and how it borders on domestic violence, but i'm going ahead with it anyway. i'm doing two takes on this, one in which mc hits purposefully (assume argument or betrayal) and one accidentally, and the explanations will be short. please proceed with caution.

genre: angst, hurt/comfort

cw: violence/domestic violence, blocks of text

in which mc hits accidentally

lucia: probably tried to sneak up on you to scare you; did not expect you to start swinging lol; jumped back to try and dodge your hits, but one landed right on his shoulder; lets out a yelp and tries to pin the whole situation on you; "why would you hit me?? i thought you loved me??"; ignores the fact that he instigated lol; very pouty around you for the rest of the day until you apologize and kiss his shoulder better lol

levy: you were reading a scary book and he came up and tapped you on the shoulder out of nowhere and it scared the crap out of you; you sat straight up, turned, and swung your fist right at his jaw; stumbled back and falls onto the ground, holding his jaw in pain; he's angry that you hit him, embarrassed that he took it so poorly, and impressed that you hit like a champ; gets over it pretty quick and definitely is more careful around you, especially when you're busy

mefy: it's just a prank bro calm down; he's an asshole and did a really bad prank on you that set you on edge; so when he revealed himself it startled you and you swung; he certainly didn't see it coming, but his reflexes are good enough that he was able to dodge; so you didn't actually hit him :/ ; he thinks it's hilarious that you tried to smh

oswald: he had a bad night and came back.. not his usual self; after a while you, kaim, and lucia got him to sleep in his bed and you decided to stay up and watch over him; but of course you fell asleep at some point, still on edge; he wakes up before you, back to normal but you don't know that; he sees you asleep in a chair, very uncomfy, and goes to pick you up to move you to the bed; his touch wakes you up, and in your self defense mode, you fought back and landed one right on his cheek; he's surprised by this, thinking he did something wrong, and he backs up; after a little bit of questions and explanations on both ends, you've calmed down; but he's hesitant to touch you again for the next day or two; not because you hit him, but because he doesn't want to scare you

kaim: he's so quiet when he moves around; had you organizing this creepy cellar room by yourself, which gave you the heebie jeebies; when he comes to check up on you, you don't hear him come up behind you until he speaks up; you let out a scream and you turn around and punch him in the chest; unfazed, absolutely unfazed; for how lean and thin this man looks, he is solid to punches at least asdbjf; took that hit like a champ and all he did was raise an eyebrow at your futile attempt to fight him off

in which mc hits purposefully

lucia: lets you have the first few hits for free, especially if you're really angry and he's in the wrong; after a while he'll get you to stop, probably by getting your arms to your side and holding you in a hug; he knows you wouldn't hit unless you had a reason

levy: only lets you have the first hit for free before he starts to get defensive; won't hit back, god he'd never hit you; but he will probably grab your arms and force them down; tries to prioritize getting physical distance between the two of you by backing or gently pushing you away

mefy: he's good at dodging your hits so it's rare that one would land; he'd probably make it worse at first by either instigating your violence or encouraging you to continue; "what is that all you got? c'mon, hit me like you mean it. this is pathetic"; if you manage to corner him, he'd catch your hand before you land a hit, and he'd probably squeeze just a bit too tight

oswald: lets you hit him, everything you got he'll take; you can't hurt this man, he's just too strong; so he just lets you tire yourself out before making amends; no matter how angry he is, as long as he's sane he'd never, ever lay his hands on you

kaim: he can take a hit pretty well, and he can keep his composure with it too; but he'll cut you off after one hit, two max; he catches your hands and gets your arms back down to your side, all in one impossibly gentle move; something about the look in his eyes gets you to stop and calm down fairly quick

#my. hcs #nightmare harem #nightmare harem hcs #nightmare harem lucia #nightmare harem levy #nightmare harem mefy #nightmare harem oswald #nightmare harem kaim #otome games

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theangelofangst · 1 year ago

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I LIVE for Mario Bro headcanons @jell-o101

Mario isn’t much of a reader but he’s damn good at telling stories both him and Luigi have fond memories of the two of them staying up late at night while Mario tells him various stories.

On the opposite, Luigi loves to read, couple of times at Christmas or their birthday, he’d ask for books in contrast to Mario wanting video games from their parents.

Speaking of their birthday, Mario once went to three separate bookstores to find the book in one of Luigi’s collections and vice versa with Luigi who went to several separate game stores to find the one retro game Mario had been searching for months.

Even though Mario isn’t big on books, he actually loves comic books though he’s picking with what he likes.

Luigi loves listening to music, he doesn’t have a specific genre, he likes whatever one has a good melody, lyrics or a good beat to it, something he can tap his feet and bob his head too (something that I personally do)

Whenever one of them is in trouble they are able to sense it via a sensation like an electric shock, a cold dread sinks into the pits of their stomachs.

With Mario hating mushrooms (I’m once again projecting here) I can see Luigi hating bell peppers, now it’s fine if they are in a dish where he can’t taste them but if they are by themselves and raw, he can’t do it.

With both their favorites dishes being Italian their second favorite dishes are Mexican.

After the events of the movie, they both 100% developed separation anxiety that didn’t go away until months afterwards and even when they could go out without being glued to the others side, they still held hands whenever they went through the warp tunnel and when they walked about large crowds.

They 10000% shared a up after they got back home, they made sure to bathe, Mario made sure they both got something to eat and then proceeded to sleep holding the other for the next twelve hours straight, with the occasional nightmares they both would wake from and hold on to each other tighter.

They aren’t afraid to show physical affection in public, they will hug each other, sit impossibly close to one another and hold hands on a daily without a care of who sees.

Mario became non verbal for a bit after the movie, he was just so tired and emotionally drained from almost losing Luigi that he could speak, all he could do was hold onto his brother like a koala bear. Luigi doesn’t mind though, he knows what he brother is saying we’ve without words.

Mario will often tell Luigi how great he knows he is on a daily, they could be doing something normal that doesn’t require a lot of brain power and Mario will go “You’re the best, Lu!” Which immediately makes Luigi cry and makes him retaliate with the same kind words.

Whenever Luigi is overstimulated, Mario will turn into his car or his tannoki firm and let Luigi pet the soft fur, he literally becomes his brother emotional support animal for a bit and Luigi will never be able to express enough how grateful he was of that.

One day at school they had an easy to write about their favorite person in the world, both of them picked each other and hugged one another once they found out. They both got A’s on that essay.

When Luigi is having a meltdown/a shutdown, he will immediately run to Mario for comfort, a hug from his brother is always enough to calm him down, and in the rare chance it isn’t Mario will simply sing an old Italian lullaby to calm him and then he will hold him.

They both love Stars Wars but like different aspects of it. Luigi loves the story and world building whereas Mario loves the lightsabers and fighting choreography.

They both also really love the Tinkerbell movies. They both agree that the Secret of the Wings is their favorite (due to that one being about twin sisters) with Legend of the Neverbeast being their second and the one that makes them both cry.

Forehead touches, they do it as often as one would think. Mainly it’s Mario doing it to Luigi whenever he’s having a hard time but Mario also needs it as well during the rare moments where he can’t pretend he’s fine and Luigi sees through his facade.

Their love language to each other is physical affection/verbal affection

Mini wholesome headcanons for the Bros

Whenever they both hug, Mario has to take his cap off because it always falls off of his head since Luigi, being taller, leans close to him and knocks it off. And now, they have learned to just, be at eye level for hugs or…Luigi bends down some more (they absolutely refuse to not wear their caps because they are absolute weirdos)

Luigi definitely uses a rubix cube as his fidget toy, or maybe even a toy car since he probably messes with the wheels (the toy truck used in their commercial is the same one Baby Luigi had in the flashback)

Mario probably says a lot of puns that hurts Luigi’s brain (Sans and Papyrus dynamic perhaps?)

Mario probably had a lot of bandages on his knees as a kid.

Realistically, siblings fight. And the only argument I can see happening was Luigi wanting a turn on Mario’s games and immediately quitting when he couldn’t get it right.

Mario chews very loud.

Luigi IMMEDIATELY telling that Mario has a crush on Peach before Mario even knows.

Luigi is probably SO clumsy that Mario “Luigi proofs” the house/room.

Mario is not allowed in the kitchen because Luigi says “MY DOMAIN!”

Give me more ideas in the comments or tags. The funnier the better. I’m looking at YOU GUYS, @theangelofangst @the-brucest-fan @pianokantzart @zootopiathingz @multicolour-ink

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castle-dominion · 1 year ago

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c5x24 finale

shirtless guy shirtless gal wait she is not dead nvm psycho? That is NOT hair dye, is it? wait lol there IS hair dye there just like that urban legend with the elevator game & the girl in the water tower

the washington monument? beckett is the president of the united states now /j girl that's what TRAINING is for or never in a lifetime I AM just a homicide cop right now! I need training to become what you want me to be!

castle lmao giant green lizard rewrite the book sfkjdhk dad, alexis is talking to you! castle she is a young woman she is making this decision oh, paris he loves her she has nightmares still? Oof, I'm glad that she still has trauma RC: No. But it sounds like someone has. BRO

greets ppl <3 Sito is great bc that is actually where his name is emphasized.

RC: Hey ‘sito. JE: Hey. RC: Where’s Beckett? JE: How the hell should I know? ((I love him)) Aren’t you two practically living together now? RC: Ah, well, she left me alone for a couple of days so I could finish Deadly Heat, which, by the way, is both deadly and hot, thank you very much for asking. JE: I didn’t. ((completely disinterested)) RC: Right. so like is she on call but only just got off the plane? (could clip the zito interaction ig)

hate the siren audio

Love em all in sunglasses which makes sense for actors bc hats would shade their faces too much but I love my hat on sunny days.

smoke on the roof lmao crystal sky? Hippie name. esposito my beloved "gonzalez every once in a while"

My man knows she had smth going on with her dad? they spoke? ah yes prostitute ofc.

Yeah if she was killed you DO need to know the truth

the most sus part of this is how the landlord actually heeded the tenants & their complaints abt bloody water place like this has a security cam in the elevator that actually WORKS?

Ooh I want to busk my way over europe

would she have told you? well she DID stay in a plave like that bro

RC: Straight A student, no history of trouble, on a dream European vacation, turns into a hooker in a ratty hotel. There is no way I’m letting Alexis go to Costa Rica now.

are you talking about yourself becks?

remember that case with the prof who took a hundred crappy jobs for a book he was writing & becks said "we need his manuscript" & the publisher was like "ain't got one"? yeah reminding me of that.

GIRL TELL HIM

Remember s1e2? elevator times? Wrong floor? THIS REALLY IS LIKE THE GIRL IN THE WATER TANK PLAYING THE ELEVATOR GAME Stairs? & did the 80yo come back down? whipsers "it's expensive" nobody coming into her room yet she had those sounds? Cam girl?

Well could the water have washed it away? LP: Water has a great way of washing away things like trace DNA. Also dr parish a bit earlier: If she was a prostitute, she wasn’t very good at it. there’s no evidence of sexual activity.

Well he could still be doing illegal stuff even if he didn't murder "but of course I wasn't spying on her all night every night" is what I would say

laptop comp sci esposito's hair is nice I like & ryan's outfit is great wait is this going to be a plot episode with the senator & all this stuff

these two same brain uwu. Also beckett totally used to be "wow who knew I should look for evidence when I could make things up" but now she is same braining with castle & looks for evidence to support or disprove the story. & rysposito are watching caskett finish each others sentences fdkjskldjl

"she's all yours" XD

is she in trouble? for not telling your boss you are leaving? "you were supposed to be on call" Gates knows that people deserve to move on & turnover rate is real *flashforward to her hating the job in s6* don't say kill for it! You're a homicide cop! gates is so proud of beckett

Lanie my beloved also what is in her mug? She doesn't drink coffee calls it twelve-midnight

beckett pronounce your Ts depends on the opportunity! Castle & everyone else in your life! You can always decline the job say "moi" & kiss him thru the phone!!

rysposito great outfits, ellis great character really? Which ones SHUUP

BRINGS HER COFFEE DOESN'T EVEN MENTION IT JUST GIVES HER THE COFFEE I like castle in this more red outfit, beckett looks amazing. Ryan I already mentioned but again hhhh he's so good RC: which is why you need me KB: *considering leaving*

clipping the "thank you?"

my partner mitch bauer, nice, & noce how she asks him to double check for her. MB: Is she in custody? RC: Sort of. She's dead.

The way their faces look

most of them or all of them lol

RC: So without it we’re dead in the water. Much like Erika. RC+JE: Too soon

RYAN IS SO SMART-- I DIDN'T EVEN THINK ABOUT THAT, ABOUT WHERE THE CALL CAME FROM three? I thouhgt you said ONE of them popped but now u have three?

he dead the way they open the door too forcefully & ryan needs to push it open man's got a nice place tho hanging from an extrnsion cord. I like how at least this time the body is above them instead of on the ground, it gives variety to murder positions *taps ryan on the shoulder like that* like bro?? what was that? Also ryan's black suit jacket with the red squares is incredible & I love it sm

Every time, they see two lines & say not suicide but homicide ooh technically first! Why does it say ian blayock & anonymous user? I'd say "you" if Iwere a chat system KB: So this was sent by whoever killed him. He lured her out.

Esposito sittong on someone's desk way far from caskett rly the lawyer guy was doing drugs?

Most people say they would never drive drunk but then when they are tipsy they say "I'm only a little bit drunk, it won't be so bad I'll be careful" & being intoxicated, it limits their inhibitions & walls & drunk ppl always do stupid things like idk dancing on tables. Driving is just another stupid thing that you would not do while sober but you might while drunk. why didn't ryan say in the first place "friend from high school who interned but died a year later" why did he wait until beckett asked him? Ah driving in heels tho? Tru.

RC: A single car accident with no witnesses? Guys, this is a classic conspiracy cover up. Though only a lowly intern, Pam stumbles on to something the firm is doing, something big. Nefarious. She has to be silenced, only after the accident Blaylock can’t take the guilt. Or admit the truth. So his only bastion is to escape the sweet oblivion of drugs.

& I've mentioned this a million times I like ryan's vest & coat & outfit & how he has the fancy of the vest but the chill of going tie-less but also the jacket & vest MATCH I'm hiding that laptop!

Esposito looking at these two & their samebrain moment with not his "heheh these two" face but not an "ew gross these two" face it's more,,, suspicious.

INT – RESIDENTIAL HOTEL BOILER ROOM *KR pops up from the floor. It’s dark and they’re using flashlights to search the room.* KR: Man. This was Castle’s theory. How did we draw the short straw? JE: I don’t know. JE: Let me ask you something. *Turns off flashlight* You notice anything weird about Beckett? KR: What do you mean? *JE jumps on a heater unit to get closer to the ceiling* JE: Well, she’s- she’s different. *KR looks up at him* Something’s off. KR: What are you saying? Like she’s --pregnant? JE: !!?!!?!! ((love the music)) JE: What are you talking about? Where did that even come from? ((from YOU suggesting smth & ryan was wondering what you were implying. He thought you already had a theory)) KR: Well, you said she was acting different. They’re consenting adults–.. ((I mean yeah accidents happen, & non-accidents)) JE: (adamantly) Beckett is not pregnant. C’mon, man. *He goes back to running his hands along the top of the ductwork, which uses actual duct tape which is like sticky aluminum foil NOT DUCK TAPE WHICH IS BAD FOR DUCTS & NOT MEANT TO BE USED ON DUCTS* KR: What’s so wrong with being pregnant? JE: You know, I can’t even talk to you about this right now. ((about what? pregnancy? or beckett? also oh no dominoes u just got a fic idea)) KR: Okay. Well, um … try to get over it before Jenny tells you the news, okay? ((you haven't told him yet?)) *That surprises JE. KR grins.* JE: What? KR: *grins wider* JE: Are you serious? Wowwww! Congratulations, man. That’s great! KR: Thanks, brother. *There’s suddenly a happiness to their work.*

Gosh I went to write a crackfic but then got food, ate food, danced around a bit, listened to music, & scrolled on tumblr until I got to the end of my dash Which I Never Do anymore these days. & ofc wrote the crackfic. holy crap. it is now 15.00. I could have watched two castle episodes in this time if I was better at this! & if I woke up at 9 instead of 12 I would have been able to watch four! Except that I wanted to clip everything I needed to clip today.

Speaking of which, I'll clip that & then finish the ep.

Ooh they are at beckett's home oh he found the boarding pass & you didn't tell me? *implies he is upset* & then if I were him I'd say "I'm so proud of you! Let's open up the wine!" Except it is now a fight. Bro she chose not to bc y'all haven't had that talk. She didn't want to tell you bc if she didn't get the job then she wouldn't have to but then that is still hiding things in a relationship which is sus...

castle is probably going to talk to his mom

Wow s2 esposito outfit right there. Brings me back to the first time I opened up the dvd set with my family & binge watched some good content with em. "yep" she says & throws down her coat so angrily he cares abt her, he follows her to the break room, he loves her. I could clip this but I won't. I love especkett's relationship. They are so great. If caskett wasn't my otp, I'd totally ship these two. In fact I do, I just still have caskett as my otp. You know, I totally think especkett had something going on back before the series started. Even "esposito" & "ryan" said it themselves while they were "reviewing hidden camera footage" of the 2 cool for school case.

last summer? the intern? ryan weird outfit tbh, looks a little bit s3 vibes

the third? well it COULD have been fine to get into a car crash but then he staged it & now it is REALLY bad.

KR: Hey. What’s going on? Where’s Castle? JE: Don’t ask.

lawyer lady grabs a pen his face falls she looks like she knows what is going on

"& we're not in court" XD

Martha is right So Have The Talk

MR: I know you. You do not hold back. Except this thing with Katherine. It took you what, three years to tell her how you felt, another year to act on it, and now, at the first sign of trouble, you’re ready to run. Why?

ryan's hair is so short I dislike He'd get a close friend or trusted associate to hire someone

give her time to think maybe...?

she doesn't tell esposito where she is going, she doesn't tell him what her fight with castle was about, but she doesn't even tell ryan she is leaving or that there was a fight, poor esposito being left in the dark but poorer ryan

Is she at the airport rn? No way. Oh meeting her dad <3 <3 I love jim someone had better have this clip on youtube, probably that person who has all the other clips so talk You have been together for a year ish now, he took three years to tell her, another year until they got together

This job is what I want but I am afraid of losing him. Not: he is what I want but I'm afraid, unsure where I will go, so I will hide in work

CASTLE IS LETTING HER GO. HE IS... SOMETHING, SOMETHING IS HAPPENING

how they really are hhhh this was insane

this room is too dark for the mirror to be functioning she is feeling nostalgic she's saying goodbye to the room, no longer leveraging it or that, maybe she is using it KB: So the question is, how many years of your own life are you going to sacrifice for someone else’s future?

Ooh nameplates for naming characters who are unnamed! detective turner sits across from det esposito, then Ryan is back-to-back with esposito, (& the coffee on his desk is the right mug, set design my beloved) couple uniformed officers chatting, rysposito walking up to her, first names they love her, they are concerned for her, (highkey s3 rysposito outfits)

caller ID much?

THE PARK THE PARK THE SWINGSET AT THE PARK he has a nice nose but I am getting in I am finding my way in because I love you. fshdfkjsdhfjshlakfjdshfjkh I know what's going to happen but I wish I was able to have seen this episode not knowing that they were going to get engaged or married.

houghton? srs? (that ring is huge & expensive af & seems like smth beckett would wear nowadays or even on outings in s1 but she is a cop, get her a ring with an inset gem not in a prong. Smth she can actually wear. Also, with her complexion u def need gold (or warm colours) not silver (or cool colours). Maybe s2-s3 beckett could have had silver.

Ok time to clip bonus features babes! it is 15.45! Totally not late lmao!

Maybe I can watch audio commentaries while prepping veg for supper or smth...

#castle 5x24 #castle 5x24 spoilers #castle 5x24 quote #castle s5 spoilers #the elevator game episode

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pokegalla · 2 years ago

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Ah now this one I gotta add a mix of AUs you probably don’t know and others you love. (Ay they deserve some love too!) Also slight warning for naked naked naked! (It’s nothing bad just bathing really-)

Requested by @theneurodivergentdummy

First Bath/Shower Together with their asexual!S/o

Cross:

* Look at this boi. His skull went from pearly white to plum in merely seconds. How is he so flustered? Well he had come home all covered in sweat from training and you was JUST heading into the shower. You thought it was a perfect suggestion to just shower together!

* His blushing is even brighter once in the shower with you. He keeps his distance and doesn’t look your way. Now don’t get disheartened! He actually does this to respect your wishes and because he doesn’t want you to be uncomfortable since you’re asexual.

* Just reassure him and help him understand that he doesn’t have to act like this and you don’t mind. After all, you BOTH should be comfortable. He’ll be happy to hear it and even offer to help wash your hair.

* He’ll get more comfortable later on!

Asterisk:

* (How did you manage to get THIS stubborn skellie to date you???)

* But more importantly how did you convince him to take a bath together? Turns out you just straight up asked him. He spat out his coffee and blushed HEAVILY. A rare sight but you had to admit it was adorable how flustered he was. Obviously he rejected the idea but with persistence (and your annoyingly cute face) he ends up reluctantly agreeing.

* At first he avoids looking at you completely, making sure his Gaster stays outside the door. He grumbles how stupid this was and how he didn’t understand why you wanted to do it. He at least knew he didn’t have to worry about you touching him inappropriately….but he was still embarrassed. Though when you started to rub his shoulders and gave him headrubs, he winded down pretty fast.

* He got so comfortable he actually fell asleep. You felt honored that he did. Gaster peeped in (he was checking on them, nothing inappropriate) and he ‘aw’ed at the sleeping skeleton in your arms. So you both took an opportunity to prank him!

* Till he woke up midway-

* Luckily you guys are still in the bath….

Comet:

* Ah yes a wonderful gentleman.

* You asked to join him since you wanted to spend some quality time with your skellie. He was pretty excited and scooped you up to proudly say he’ll arrange an extravagant bubble bath!!!

* Will make a sparkly bubble bath (no really it SPARKLES. Like the night sky!) for just the two of you. Will help wash your back and hair for you.

* Y’all have a really fun time and Comet makes sure of that! Bubbles, bath bombs, fun music, you even turned off the lights to put on the multicolored galaxy themed LED lights. (His bro walks by thinking it’s a whole dance party in there-)

* You guys stay in there for quite awhile. Seriously his bro had to tell you guys to get out-

Poplar:

* This was probably a by mistake kinda thing.

* Like one of you just needed a quick shower and hopped in. Completely unaware that the other was in there. So when they see each other they panic.

* Don’t worry! You both calm down realizing it’s just your bone-friend and your his S/o. He’s actually quite happy to see you and you guys laugh at the situation.

* You guys just enjoy the shower with each other’s company. It was rather peaceful and enjoyable to say the least.

Nightmare:

* You wanted to try washing off the goop. Or die trying! But you knew he probably wouldn’t let you….unless?

* Yeah you suggested taking a bath together. He was really suspicious on why since it was so sudden. But he eventually agreed.

* He was amused as he quickly figured out your intentions as you scrubbed at his bones furiously. But you also noticed that he was being oddly careful of his tentacles. He did mention they have a mind of their own��.you then realize he was making sure they never touched you (*cough* inappropriately *cough*). You call him out for it and he blushes a bit before grumbling to himself.

* And you swore you saw a bit of the goop reveal some pearly white bone….maybe it’s just your imagination.

Error:

* NO NO NO NO-

* His immediate reaction when you ask him for a bath together. Which is pretty understandable. But you wanted to help him with his hapephobia! He’s been doing an amazing job already and wanted him to take it to the next level.

* Just reassure him that you won’t move or touch him and that you will be there to help him. Now he does trust you….he’s just afraid of messing up. But he will eventually agree on the condition that he receives many chocolates.

* He is so careful on where to touch you….so oddly gentle. It melts your heart honestly. He looks down lovingly at you and plays with your hair. Even holds your hand when he gets more comfortable.

* Tell him you’re proud of him. Praise him! He’ll be very happy to hear it!

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*removes lid off cloche* One star-studded ROTTMNT fic, piping hot. It's platonic, but if you squint there can be romantic implications.

( "So what do you think of New York, eh?" Leonardo asked as he...proceeded to utterly stomp you in F-Zero. He lapped you at one point. His brothers were losing their minds while you were just straight up losing.

It was a brutal win.

"I mean, I think its okay," you huffed, motioning at Donnatello to take your place. "Its bigger. Busier. Transit's a nightmare sometimes, but I love it, y'know? I think its the food. I have so many options."

Raph snorted. "Is there, uh...anything you miss? From your old home?"

You went quiet for a while as you thought, and it hadn't been until Mikey called your name again that you finally replied.

"The stars. I think I miss being able to just...shut off all the house lights, and laying outside and seeing the stars...")

Mikey hadn't been able to get that conversation out of his head.

It was something small, and innocuous, but... the sheer longing in your voice as you talked about missing the night sky in the countryside... it really hit him, for some reason. He couldnt imagine not seeing the New York skyline, dotted with neons and lit windows of skyscrapers. It was all he knew, and he couldnt imagine different.

But you had. And he could hear in your voice how homesick you were.

No, no not homesick. You said it yourself, you loved your new home. You complained about there being like, three restaurants nearby and a convenience store that had inconvenient hours, plus a bunch of uppity old people. You didnt miss your old home, really. You weren't HOMEsick.

Starsick, it what he would call it.

When Mikey went to Leo about his concern, the twin had seemed to mull something over in his mind a bit.

"I mean, its just the sky. We can take them out to a high point and bring a telescope or something. Sure we might kot have the same constellations and I think they like...change? I'm sure we got dad's old one layin' around-"

"Can't. 's too bright in the city."

The two looked over at Raph, who had been reading a comic.

"Whaddaya mean, bro?" blue questioned, leaning back some and stretching his arms behind his head.

"Remember when Splinter took us when we was little? Mikey had to be...what, 5? He took us to see the stars and, other than the occasional one here an' there, and like....I think Mars and some sattelites, you can't see em. The light from the city hides em." The snapper sighed and looked over. "The skyline ain't great for stargazin."

The two more energetic brothers frowned at that before Mikey straightened up and looked towards their nerdy brother's lab.

Donnie knew stars. Donnie named them sometimes when they watched Jupiter Jim films and complained when they used certain astrophysicist terminology wrong.

Neon Leon took note of the youngest's determined look. "You want to do something special for em, huh?"

"Yeah. I mean...They're starsick."

Raph chuckled at that, gathering himself up so he could lend a hand. "Starsick, eh? Sounds pretty serious. We better see if we can't find a cure then, huh?"

At exactly 11:58 on friday night, you recieved a formal invitation to the lair from D-Man.

'Bring your softest blanket, one aaa battery, and exactly 11 oreos'

You had gotten weirder requests from your friends at later times, so this was nothing. You gathered your goods and headed over, making sure to snag some pizza and cheap chinese food on the way. Knowing the boys, they probably got their hands on a director's cut of a Jupiter Jim film, and you would be in for a long night.

However, upon your arrival, you were ushered into the lab, into an area that was...quite literally roped off from the rest. several white sheets were stapled or taped to the ceiling of the area, and as you handed off the food to Raph, Leo basically shoved you down in an area swarmed with blankets.

"Guys, what's going on? Is movie night in here, or-"

Donnie's hand was in your face.

"Triple A, please."

You blinked owlishly and handed it over.

The purple-clad ninja popped the battery into something small in his hand, a small silver tube, which he then handed to you.

"Thanks. I've always wanted exactly this. It's my favourite, how did you know?"

Donatello rolled his eyes as his brothers worked on setting stuff up behind you. "It's a laser pointer. The event we have planned is interactive, so if you shine the laser at something and draw out the shape, it'll glow. Twisting here changes the light colour, and also, it doubles as a stun grenade if you press down on the tip, shake for 10 seconds and release."

Your blank stare at the object made him roll his eyes before Mikey grabbed you and pulled you into laying between him and Raphael. The twins laid on their backs opposite of you, and before you could say anything, the lights went out and you were bathed in pitch, inky blackness.

You were about to panic, not understanding, until the sheets above you flickered briefly and began to glow with-

"Oh.../Oh/...."

Stars littered the ceiling, and as your eyes roamed the faux expanses of the night, Donatello informed you about how, this would be showing the available stars, planets, any celestial bodies you would be able to see right here in New York if the city went dark. Leonardo preened at how he had helped set up the projector area, using his 'Mad Skillz' to take care of adhering the sheets to the ceiling. Raph had remembered the times you talked about stargazing, and how you said you'd always forget to bring something warm, so he made sure every blanket in the lair was here. Mikey claimed he got their father taken care of, making sure to get him some cake and milk so he wouldnt pester you guys and how this had been his ide-

"Oh mi gosh...are you okay...?"

You didnt even look over at Mikey, stare locked upward as he rubbed a thumb along your damp cheek. You hadn't even realized you were crying.

"I-I'm so sorry, I just, you sounded like you were really starsick and you just sounded so sad that I kinda thought this would make you happy or be something nice but I didn't even think that maybe this will make you miss your old stars more and make you even MORE starsick, and-"

"That's...That's Cetus."

The orange-clad turtle blinked and turned his gaze up, not knowing what you were exactly staring at with all the dots in the little slice of sky. Raph had to gently nudge you for you to remember the laser pointer and, shakily, you drew a purple shape in the stars. The constellation you had immediately picked out shone bright, and Leo whistled low.

"Cetus, eh? What, is that the god of like...Banjo music?"

That made you snort, and you wiped your eyes.

"Cetus was the sea monster Heracles and Perseus both fought. It's like...a whale, or a massive dragon fish." Your voice went quiet for some time before you whispered that it had been the last constellation you saw.

Raph felt his heart clench. "Are there any more?"

"Tons." You laughed.

"Are there any turtles?" Leo asked.

"Not in traditional greek constellations, no. There's Ursa major and Minor, the bears, There's canis, draco, cephus-"

Your hand flicked out, yellow lines began to form along the stars, and before his eyes Mikey and his brothers were staring at a new shape.

"Whozat?"

"The black tortise."

"Oooh~! I see you know a few Chinese constellations as well! Care to show us what else you got?"

You smiled brightly, stars in your eyes.

OHHHHHH MY GOD 🥹

I HATED living in the city 😭 I live with my grandparents again, out in the country.. I don't think I'd been able to leave the stars again.

#kana's chats #rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt

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