#I miss being on here and interacting but it’s a bit scary right now

[callmelittlesanshine]

Everythig reminds me of him…

So I made this:

[ellabscrush]

— fucking you behind the screen.

thinking about getting pounded by your gamer girlfriend’s strap while unmuted..

pairings; gamer!ellie williams x reader

cw; men and minors don’t interact, making out, strap use, breeding kink, agoraphilia, r uses “daddy” to ellie once, language, dom!ellie, sub!reader.

ways you can help, boycott, do not support neil.

“jesse the fuck was that?” ellie laughs at the guy behind the mic when he missed the shot.

“dina, get him!” she shouted, “fuck yeah!”

your girlfriends excessive cursing and yelling across the room made you snap out of your phone while scrolling on tiktok, wondering if she was about to break her setup right about now.

it was mid winter and the apartment was freezing so you threw on a zip up over your top underneath, feeling the warm athmosphere disappearing from your body as you walked out your room.

“holy shit els, it’s freezing” you said shivering tensely towards the living room, but she didn’t hear you.

“took out your friend.. fucking cunt.”

not gonna lie, her little frustrated grunts and insults were very attractive, you thought. you stared at her hands switching in between buttons, her eyes glued on the screen showing her focus, manspreading enough room for you to eat her out down there.. she looked too good.

you plopped yourself on to the couch, loud enough to make her turn over, pausing her activity. she sets down her headphones and took a long look at you.

she lays back on her chair, “hey you,” she sighs.

“you almost done?” you asked, desperate for some attention.

“almost,” she replies, “this game is pissing me off anyway.”

you smiled, having a silent moment between the two of you. there was a familiar tension, but unsure wether you should go along. ellie kept scanning you up and down like she hadn’t seen you in forever, technically she hadn’t since she’d been playing all day.

“you need somethin?” you asked with confused expression.

“do i look like i need something?” she teased, licking her lips.

you shrugged, shyly looking down as you we’re hiding the redness forming in your face. you couldn’t act normal around her when she looked this good, i mean she always looks good. you soon got up from the couch, walking towards your girlfriend, giving her a long wet kiss.

“you should take this off” she insisted while tugging at your zipper, her tone switching making you go insane.

ellie, being her clumsy self, didn’t mute.

“get a room!” jesse and dina yells from the speaker, unaware the two could listen to you both smothering eachother.

“shut up,” she pulls down the mic, “i’ll get on soon.”

you burried yourself in the crook of her neck from embarrassment and laughed. she pulled you in for a deeper kiss, pulling up your one thigh and the other on to her lap.

“can we make this quick?” ellie asks making you confused, “take this shit off,” she demanded quietly, making sure her friends doesn’t hear.

“just mute it ellie,” you giggled in between the kisses.

she lets out another smirk, this time having an idea behind it.

she whispers in your ear that made you shiver a bit hearing her talk in such a dirty way as she fills you in on her plan. contemplating her genius yet scary idea, you couldn’t help but feel the adrenaline rushing up on you. it turned you on and so you agreed.

“suck.”

ellie puts her middle and ring finger in your wet mouth, prepping it with your saliva before it goes in you. she turns her chair towards her pc, leaving a bit of room for you.

“stream your screen,” she speaks into the mic, “i’ll just watch you both from here.”

a few minutes later, her strap was going in and out behind you, making you cry just trying to keep your moans in. back arched and both hands on the rim of the table infront of you as ellie make your stomach turn.

“shh, can’t let them hear you now.”

“mmph.. so deep..” you whimpered.

at this point you were barely clothed, nipples poking through the see through, thin fabric of your bra. ellie gropping your perky tits as hard as she wanted, you were hers. she could do whatever she wanted.

her hips moving faster and faster, holding yourself up with just two grips on her white desk. her praises for keeping quiet were not helping, it made you even louder.

“you look so slutty right now,” she basically drooled, “asking to get fucked under that jacket?”

“y-yes” you say quietly, “fuck daddy.”

the name made ellie flustered. her hand grabbing your jaw while your mouth was hanging open dry, she stared at the long silicone disappearing inside of you.

“ellie- i cant-“ you squeeled as you tried reaching her arms, begging for some gentleness.

“yes you can,” she whispers in your ear, “be a good girl and let me fuck you in secret, okay?”

you didn’t say anything, you couldn’t, so you just nodded. ellie kissed down your neck to your shoulder as a reward for listening, being a good girl just for her.

“gonna fuckin’ breed you..” ellie muttered in your ear, “being s-such a good mama for me.”

it started getting rough, more than before. the image in your head of what you two looked like right now, or even getting caught by her friends made you more horny. your body started shuttering and the familiar feeling of pleasure in your thighs took over.

“please baby..” you moaned trying to keep your composure.

“faster?” she asked knowing the answer, “yeah i know you want it faster, love.”

your girlfriend started pounding you like crazy while firmly gripping your swollen ass.

“perfect fucking ass sucking it in.. godd.”

the little action figures on the desk falling, table hitting the wall, making you realize how loud you two were being.

“mm ellie too much..” you whined, “please slow down!”

suddenly, she couldn’t take your begging anymore. as much as she loved hearing you, she had to shut you up. her hands quickly covered your mouth, “quit talking,” she growled.

“you have to keep it down, can you do that?” she raises her eyebrow while making eye contact with you, basically making this harder for you purposely.

“answer my fucking question. do you want me to stop?”

“no.. els no,” was all you could mumble out, “fuckk”

that last moan alerted the two on the other side of the screen, luckily ellie saved it.

“yo ellie you good?” jesse asks, “uh yeah! just bumped my knee.”

“idiot,” he laughed.

that was close. your quick taps on her hand covering your mouth lured her attention back on you, begging with teary eyes to cum. ellie was full in lust looking at you being a needy whore bent over.

she took the palm of he hand out and put her thumb in your mouth while continuing to pound you hard. your mumbled words were frustrating her, “words baby, words.”

she pushes you back towards her chest, “need your cum..” you begged looking up at her, “fuck me please.”

with that, your wishes came true as she railed you deep and faster. making you reach your climax with every thrust coming in and out of your hole.

“ellie!-“

“shut it,” she covers your mouth again aggressively, slapping your ass with one free hand. the gesture secretly making you more close to orgasming.

“that’s my slut getting fucked behind for everyone to hear.”

you couldn’t help yourself but moaned, not even caring who could hear you at this point.

“yeah?” ellie mocks, “like it that much?”

you nodded. your girlfriend feeling better right about now for letting her take it all out on you over a game.

“i’m fucking cumming.. holy shit,” you pant out of breath, feeling the turns in your stomach and liquid dripping down your thighs.

“i’m gonna cum in you, baby” ellie groaned, “make you.. all mine.”

“yes cum in me oh my god!”

she grabs your shoulders, “take my fucking dick.. f-fuck.”

ellie swore she could feel you, seeing the white ring forming on the strap made her smile just knowing no one else could fuck you this good.

“i love breeding you baby.. fill you up with that warm.. sticky cum, yeah?” ellie continues to please you as you ride out her strap, “goodd girl.. it’s okay mama.”

“els i’m shaking,” you whined, “no more..”

“you did good baby.”

don’t worry, she was actually muted this time.

[mrshesh]

Okay, I've just watched King the land, and I saw this scene

Can you write a scenario (idk exactly what you write, feel free for this :D) where 141 boys+alejandro are talking with their partner while they're in the edge of a pool, and the boy enter it and take their partner in by the waist, ik kissing and cute stuff. I CAN'T TAKE THIS SCENE FROM MY MIND HELP ME PLEASE IT WAS TOO CUTE FOR ME UGHH

also, have a nice day and drink water, sorry for my poor english, I'm brazilian ♡♡

"you coming in?" - modern warfare 2 x reader

overview: the 141 + alejandro being affectionate with their s/o at the pool

pairing: the 141 + alejandro x gender neutral reader, romantic

genre: fluff

a/n: hi anon! this scenario is the cutest - thanks for requesting it! i just had to see the scene for myself, and i know exactly why you can't stop thinking about it - it was adorable! i did make a little twist, i hope you don't mind - it's basically a bit more detailed and deep than just the pool scene, but the scene in itself is a big part of these headcanons! and your english is perfect babes, don't worry! i hope you love it.

It feels blue, serene, and calm - yet cold and lonely. The sapphire-colored water is hitting your shins continuously, yet it’s not aggressive or scary. It’s welcoming, ataractic, even. You sit unaccompanied on the pool’s edge, kicking your feet through the deep Adam’s ale. You sigh as you think of what would complete the calm inside you - him. You have no clue that he, however, is… 

x simon "ghost" riley

You have no clue that he, however, is staring at you as he rests his shoulder against the doorframe of your back door.  

You have been out there all alone for God knows how long, and he’s only seeing you now that he is home from work. He can feel his heart throb upon seeing you. Why are you out here all by yourself? 

He doesn’t break his silence. Instead, he simply walks up to you and sits beside you, dangling his feet in the blue water, matching you. Although he’s wearing jeans and a hoodie, he’s still accompanying your feet underwater with his own - always being his actions that speak out to you, are the loudest, and make your heart flutter the most. 

Your eyes meet his almost immediately, your lips curling into a small smile as he removes his mask. 

“I’ve missed you, Simon.” You grin, feeling his hand hesitantly brush against yours. His scarred face is tranquil, telling you he’s completely comfortable with you. It took time for you two to get to this point in your relationship - but you would do it again in a heartbeat if you had to.

With a tame smile, he lets his shaky hand rest on top of yours. “Why are you here all alone?” The concern in his voice is subtle, but you can smell it and touch it - you know he’s worried for you. 

“I guess I just got bored. I missed you a lot, you know?” You shrug, nodding softly to signal to him that you’re all right. “You need to be careful. What if you get hurt?” “I think I know my way around our pool, Simon. I’ll be fine.” Your tone is playful, masking the gut-wrenching feeling you can never get used to. You sigh, knowing that his worry for you can easily turn to agitation. 

Your gazes turn to the cold water both of your feet plopped into. The muteness between you two is comforting, but you can feel the tension in the air. You can’t help but worry for Simon. He’s a hard worker, a loving boyfriend, and a thoughtful soul, yet a broken one. 

“Why do I feel like there’s something you aren’t telling me?” You break the silence, looking at Simon’s hand that sits cozily on top of yours. “Are you okay?” “I’m fine.” He quickly responds before he looks at you, his brown eyes softening immensely, sending chills down your spine. “I… I’ve just missed you.” 

His words hit you like a truck. It’s hard for him to express his gratitude and love for you, having built up several thick walls of stoicism and numbness to avoid all loving interactions. But now that he’s with you - comfortable, adored, and safe, he can tell you anything on his mind, breaking down each of his walls one at a time. 

“I’ve missed you, too.” You place a small peck on his cheek before your eyes dart to the water before you. 

“I kinda want to get in.” You sigh, changing the subject. It’s hard for Simon to talk about his feelings, hell, it’s hard for him to talk about himself, and you respect that. You’ll do anything in your power for him to feel content. 

“Why don’t you?” “I don’t know.” “What about if I get in with you?” Your head shoots in his direction with a wide grin, snickering as you scoot closer to him. “You’d do that for me?” “You’re actin’ like I’m not your boyfriend.” He rolls his eyes, making you chuckle even harder. “Well damn, sorry!” “Fuckin’ hell.” He takes a deep breath, sliding into the pool as you stare at him in shock. “So you were serious?” “Don’t be a pain in the ass and get in.” He shivers slightly at the feeling of the frigid water embracing his anatomy, wishing you’d come and hold him - you could make the Atlantic Ocean feel like a hot tub. “Can I prepare myself first?” You bite back your laugh, teasing him. 

Simon shakes his head in annoyance, grabbing your waist firmly and lifting you into the pool as you protest, you both laughing till the warmth inside you radiates off you. 

He holds you close, allowing you to wrap your legs and arms around him. Your forehead rests against his, noses and lips brushing past each other as your guys’ cheeks burn, almost stinging you. 

When you finally lower your lips onto his, you can practically feel your worries melt away, dripping down your body and into the water surrounding you, touching you, yet not absorbing into your skin. You feel complete, and so does he.

Simon’s heart aches when the delicate skin of your lips touches, almost like you’re covering an open wound of his that has blood gushing out of it, keeping him alive and secure. He needs you so, so badly. 

His wet hands travel up your back, gripping the soft skin of your shoulders to ensure you never let go. 

You share soft, innocent kisses, yet they’re desperate and hot, showing how much you yearn for each other. 

It’s nearly impossible to touch Simon's heart, to send shockwaves of heat and adoration through his body - yet you’ve managed to do exactly that, to the point where he finds himself kissing you while clothed in your shared pool. 

x john "soap" mactavish

You have no clue that he, however, is running to you with a huge smile, immediately wrapping his arms around your shoulders as he sways you side to side eagerly. 

“Hey, bonnie.” He whispers in your ear, kissing your cheek as you grip his arms, giggling excitedly at his impatience. “Hey. Is everything alright?” “Yeah, just happy to see ya.” 

You motion for him to sit down. He happily complies, taking your hand into his and rubbing small circles with his thumb into the soft skin of your palm. “What’re you doing out here?” “Just thinking.” You kick your feet ever so slightly, holding eye contact with John. 

“You seem tense.” He says, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, allowing you to rest your head on his chest. He knows you too well. 

“I’ve just had a lot on my mind lately. But I’ll be okay. I promise.” You close your eyes, the soothing feeling of his body against yours washing all your worries away like a downpour. “You can talk to me, bonnie.” His tone is extremely matter-of-factly, almost uncharacteristically so, making your eyes open to glare at him, punching his pecks playfully as you snicker. “Of course, I know I can. I just prefer to dwell on my sadness sometimes. You know, typical angst.” “Dark.” “I know.”

“But remember, I’m here for you when you need me.” He caresses your arm as you rest against him once more. “I know. And I appreciate it.” 

“I wanna swim.” You turn to the water, your hand reaching into it to let it glide between your fingers. It’s cold. “Let’s get in then, aye?” John hops into the pool, not bothering to change his everyday clothes, making your eyes widen. You try to get up when you realize what he’s doing, but you can’t. His strong grip on your waist is making it impossible. You’re both laughing like children, with you struggling against his grip and him carrying you into the water. “Ain’t this what you wanted, bonnie?” “Johnny!” 

When you’re finally in the water, you hug him close to you, trying to generate heat between you. You press your cheek against his cheek, shivering while chuckling. Meanwhile, John’s having the time of his life. He’s laughing smugly, holding you up by the back of your thighs as he allows you to snuggle into him. 

“I think I know how to warm you up.” “Well, how about you tell me then?” You jolt slightly at the chill running down your spine, hugging him even harder. 

His hand reaches the back of your head, pressing your lips against his, making you yelp in surprise. 

When your smiles connect, your teeth clank slightly, making you both snort before you continue sharing sloppy, clumsy kisses. 

It’s almost as if the cold, wintry water instantly turns into a hot spring, all of your skin from the top of your head to the tip of your toes thawing up. 

He breaks the kiss sooner than you both want, staring into your eyes as his hand slides down your back again. “I was right, wasn’t I?” “Just kiss me again.” 

x kyle "gaz" garrick

You have no clue that he, however, is looking for you, walking around your shared home while calling out your name. Where even are you? He doesn’t think to check the backyard, the image of the patio and pool abandoning his mind. 

When you hear your name coming from a familiar voice, you immediately look over your shoulder, trying to see if Kyle is at the door to your backyard. “I’m here!” You mindlessly say, not knowing what he wants just yet. 

When he hears your faint voice in the distance, he speedwalks outside, sitting beside you unquestioningly and dangling his legs into the water. “What’s up?” You ask, grabbing his thigh playfully. “Tch.” He smirks, matching your energy. He returns the grab, running his hand up and down the fabric of your clothes on your leg. “I’ve been looking for you.” “I know. What’s up?” “I’ve just been missin’ you.” “I’ve missed you too, pretty boy.”

He kisses you softly, making his heart flutter, like he didn’t just run around looking for you. (Just picture him jogging around your house like: “Babe?” “Babe??” “Baby?” Ugh, the cutest ☹️)

When he pulls away, you two are giggling and looking at each other, still caressing one another with hearts for eyes. “You should’ve told me you’re out here.” He boops your nose, making you chuckle even more. “I just thought I’d come and sit here for a little. The water is weirdly relaxing.” “It’s cold.” 

“We don’t nearly use this pool enough,” Kyle continues, his linen shorts not touching the water yet. It’s as if he’s eager to jump in and hesitant simultaneously. “Wanna get in?” You suggest, making his gaze turn to you once again. “Let’s not even change. Let’s just get in.” You smirk, making him giggle. “It’s cold as shit, babe.” “So?” 

That one word makes him return the smirk - he could never say no to you. 

He gets in the pool, only to turn around immediately, picking you up by your waist and lowering you into the frigid water. Your giggles are cut short by a shiver, hugging him close to you to feel less frostbitten. He chuckles, his hand coming up to the back of your head, holding you so you warm up. He hates seeing you uncomfortable, but your shuddering in his arms heats his heart. He wants to protect, love, and care for you - you’re so precious to him. “Told you.” “Shut up, Kyle.”

You wiggle in his grip, trying to create friction between you to stay heated. “I hate to admit it, but it is colder than I thought…” “I’m doing pretty okay, actually.” “Okay, no one asked.” 

You laugh brightly, hugging each other as if your lives depend on it. Kyle looks you in your eyes, his gaze darting to your lips. “Can I kiss you?” He asks tamely, not wanting to overstep any boundaries of yours. He has made it into a habit to ask. “Yeah… of course, you can.”

With that, his lips are all over yours, kissing you sweetly as you shiver from the coldness of the Adam’s Ale. His touch is dove-like, as gentle as it can be, showing you how much he cares about you, despite his teasing.  “Still cold?” “Just… be quiet.” 

In truth, Kyle is colder than you are. His hands tremble from the chill of the water that hugs you both, but he pretends to be sweltering just so he can take care of you and your needs - your chilly body. 

The worst part is that it’s working. You have no clue how utterly icy Kyle feels - but he doesn’t mind. As long as his remaining heat transports to your body, he’s content.

x john price

You have no clue that he, however, is already walking toward you, smoking his cigar as his heavy footsteps approach you. 

He has been worried about you. John has noticed that you’ve been acting atypical lately. You’ve been quiet, distant, and on ice. He has no clue what could be bothering you so profoundly, and quite frankly, he’s frightened - worried for you. 

“Been lookin’ for you.” You look up at him for a second when the soundwaves of his voice reach your ears, giving him a tiny grin. “Hi.” You simply say. He’s standing behind you, taking a drag of his cigar. “You’ve been off lately.” He confronts, not wasting a second to get to the bottom of your worries. 

You look back at the pool, blinking. “Hey, talk to me.” He sits down next to you, dipping his feet into the water. “What’s wrong, doll?” 

“Nothing’s wrong, John.” You look at the man next to you, the man you’ve oathed to never lie to, the man you love the most. There’s no convincing him that you’re okay - he knows you inside and out. “Is there a reason you’re lying to me?” He quickly calls you out, erupting a small chuckle from you. “You’re not gonna let this go, are you?” “Never.” 

“I don’t know. I’d rather not talk about it.” You sigh, kicking your feet in the pool. “Sweetheart, whatever it is, you shouldn’t carry this on your own.” He persists. He wants to respect your boundaries, but when he sees how much this has affected you, he can’t. He needs to help you. “I promise, John. I’m fine.” “You’re not.” 

“Fine.” You say after a couple of seconds of excruciating silence. “I’ve been feeling down. My stress has been getting to me. I’m trying to find a way to calm down, but I feel helpless. Nothing is working.” You vent, resting your head on his shoulder. “Sweetheart…” He caresses your hair, letting you melt into him. “Thank you for telling me.” He starts, readying himself to give you some words of wisdom, but you cut him off, foreshadowing him spewing his advice. “And as much as I appreciate your advice, I don’t want it.” You relax into him. “I see.” 

Your attention turns to the water before you. “I think I’m going for a swim.” “I’m swimming with you.” John almost instantly says, making you sit up straight and stare at him with a small smile. “Really?” “Really.” “You never swim with me.” “I don’t care. I’m not leaving you alone when you’re clearly in need of comfort.” He puts his cigar out on the ground, throwing it off to the side. 

You blush instantaneously. “Alright, I’ll change quickly.” You start standing up, but John holds you firmly in place. “No need.” He smiles at you, hopping into the pool with his clothes on. He turns to you, holding his arms out for you to grab onto. “Hop in, doll.” “I don’t know, John…” “Oh, come on, don’t be silly.” He chuckles, grabbing your waist gently, giving you a questioning look, almost telepathically asking if you’re okay with this. You giggle, easing into his arms. “Fine.”

When you give him the green light, he wastes no time. He picks you up, lowering you into the pool and hoisting you in his arms. 

“You okay, sweetheart?” He asks, feeling your legs wrap around his waist. “I’m okay… it’s a little cold, though.” “Let’s get you warmed up, then.” 

He quickly brings his lips to yours, capturing them in a comforting kiss, holding you to ensure you don’t let go of him. Your worries are slowly fading, the memory of them in your brain clouding. You cup his cheeks hesitantly, letting yourself get loose. He knows you too well - this is just what you need. 

Your heart feels full, and you feel content. You know that John also feels satisfied. He’s happy knowing that he can be of comfort to you. You’re so special to him - how can’t he be joyful knowing you feel safe with him?

You continue kissing passionately yet smoothly. It’s not rushed, taking your time with each other, allowing you to let one another into your embrace. Even though you’ve been with John for a while, you’re still cautious with each other, showing you how much you care about one and all. 

You’ve never felt more stress-free. You’ve got John holding you, kissing you lovingly as he hugs you, his strong arms pushing you against him. The content of the pool makes you feel weightless, mimicking the zero-gravity properties of space. What more could you ask for? 

x alejandro vargas

You have no clue that he, however, is in the kitchen, cooking for you as you sit outside, pondering what you should do to get your mind out of the frenzy it’s in. You know Alejandro is inside, but you don’t feel like joining him. The pool is enough to get you to settle down a little, but you still feel lost. 

Alejandro soon walks out to the backyard, making his way to you. He can sense the worry oozing out of you - it’s natural for him. He knows you inside and out. 

“Mi vida, food’s ready. Are you coming?” He asks, bending down till he’s at eye-level with you. “Yeah… just give me a second. I’ll be right there.” You smile at him, caressing his cheek. He can sense a tinge of sadness behind your smile, making him frown. “Are you okay?” “Yeah… yeah, I’m fine.” “You’re lying.” 

He immediately sits down and wraps his arms around you, dipping his feet into the water. “What’s wrong, cariño?” He kisses your temple, making you melt. 

“I’ve just been feeling so overwhelmed… and I don’t want to put that burden on you since you work so hard and have problems of your own.” 

Alejandro feels his heart burst. He had no clue you feel this horrible. “Mi vida… your feelings are not a burden.” He hugs you tightly, kissing your forehead sweetly. “Look at me.” He says, grabbing your chin and making you look up at him. “You’re so important to me, corazón. You should’ve talked to me.” His eyes lock with yours. Trying to look away is out of the question - he’s got you in a trance with his gaze. “I know I should’ve. I’m sorry.” “Don’t be sorry. Let’s get you cheered up instead, yeah? Are you hungry?” He smiles, rubbing your chin with his thumb. You get an idea.

“Can you get in with me?” You shoot the pool a glance and then look back at Alejandro with a devious smile painted across your face. “That would make me happy.” 

His eyes widen before his smile matches yours. You’re so unpredictable at times. He loves that about you. “Of course, I’ll get in with you, cariño.” He chuckles, tucking a hair behind your ear. “There’s that smile I love so much. Come on, amor, I’ll carry you in.” He gets in, catching you by surprise. You didn’t expect him to get in fully clothed - but it makes you the happiest you’ve been in a while. 

He gently grabs you by your waist, pulling you close to him so the feeling of the water around you is less intense. You’re feeling overwhelmed, after all - you don’t need any more unnecessary discomfort. 

“Feeling okay?” He asks, kissing you softly on your lips and caressing your back gently. “Yeah. I feel great. Thank you.” “Of course, mi vida. You know you can always talk to me. Your struggles are my struggles. Your triumphs are my triumphs.” His hand finds the back of your head, pulling you in close. “I’ve got you.” He whispers before kissing you again, taking in your scent and touch. He feels so alive. 

You, on the other hand, feel tranquil - you’ve been yearning for this feeling. Your body is relaxing, melting into Alejandro the longer he holds you. It’s like your bodies are colliding into one. His heartbeat matches yours, making you feel intact. 

He holds a special place in your heart.

so sorry for the wait, beautiful! i hope it was worth it.

[puppyypaws]

forest adventure!

cg! ticci toby / regressed! reader

AN: a little nervous to post this! i love toby so much though, and he is a very big comfort for me. i hope others enjoy! sfw interactions only please! <3 thank you.

also, i did write toby with tourette’s and a stutter. if anything i have written is inaccurate or could be portrayed as offensive please let me know! i didn’t want to write him without it and be out of character, but i also don’t want to offend anyone!

the crackling flame of the fire casted a warm glow against your face, filling your entire body with heat as slow as syrup.

you sat in front of the fireplace, a ratty quilt around your shoulders. it was not something you owned previously, and you were almost positive toby had stolen it from someone’s house. his reason for being in a strangers house, you pay no mind too. you were far too young to think of the horrors his job consisted of.

instead, you pulled the quilt closer to you, snuggling into its softness. you had a friend with you as well! in your lap sat your beloved brown bunny, a stuffie toby had gifted you when he first found out you regressed.

right now you waited patiently for him to finish the dishes so the two of you could go outside. you had been cooped up inside the cabin all day and were getting rather antsy. however, you were strictly forbidden to go outside by yourself, at least when you were feeling small. the woods were far too big for someone as small as yourself, and toby was terrified you would get lost. (he also feared someone would try to grab you. even though he made sure his little home was far, far away from slenderman and his…co-workers, he still worried. he had already lost so much, he didn’t know what to do if you were next.)

you knew toby had entered the room before you even saw him. with a small whistle and the crack of his neck, you looked up at him and smiled brightly.

“papa!”

“hi, t-tiny!” he greeted you back, sitting down criss cross apple sauce beside you.

the two of you sat together for a bit, admiring the fire. occasionally toby would whistle under his breath, or his arm would jerk, but you didn’t mind. his tics never ever bothered you. why would they? you loved your papa just how he was.

you turned to him with twinkling eyes. “we can go outside now?”

“sure…sure! b-but we gotta get your coat on!”

you nodded and followed toby to the front door like a little duckling. the old wooden floors creaked under your feet, making you giggle a little.

next to the door sat a little wooden rack on the wall. toby had made it himself, and it housed your coats and the goggles he usually wore. today, you got to see all of your papas face, which no one else ever did. at first, toby was scared to show you his face without his mask because of his gash. he never wanted to scare you! however, you didn’t find it scary at all.

“sit here, b-bug!” his head jerked to the bench under the coat rack.

you toddled over to the bench while toby was shrugging on his coat. he smiled down at you and ruffled your hair. then, he quickly buttoned up your coat and put on your shoes for you, knowing how anxious you were to get outside. to be honest, he was too!

toby noticed the little brown bunny slumped next to you. his heart warmed a little. you carried that little thing everywhere, somethjng he had gotten you.

“is…is your little f-friend coming with us?” he asked with a gentle smile.

you kicked your legs in happiness, swooping your bunny up and nuzzling into his loved, but still soft fur. “mhm! he can go on an adventure!”

toby nodded as he took your hand. his hands were scarred and calloused, but you loved holding them! sometimes they shook a little, and the skin around his nails was raw from picking at them. however, you didn’t mind.

as the two of you stepped outside, the crisp autumn hair nipped your nose. suddenly, you found yourself missing the cozy fireplace you were sat infront of moments ago.

toby cleared his throat, “it’s…it’s chilly, huh?”

you nodded, but continued to hold his hand and lead him to the woods. he let out a short, sharp laugh and you took charge, and followed after you.

your footsteps fell in sync with each other as you began walking through the forest. this was something the two of you did often. toby found it calming, and you liked looking at nature! sometimes he would give you things to find, like a certain color of leaves, or a collection of rocks. today though you felt a little too small for that. all the leaves looked the same and you couldn’t tell the difference between your colors very well.

you swung your stuffie back and forth by his little arms without a care in the world! the leaves crunching under your feet and the occasional sound of twigs snapping.

“c-careful with your b-buddies arm, honey,” toby said. “you don’t want…want to hurt him!”

“hm? oh! don’t worry papa, he likes it!”

toby raised a brow, a suspicious look on his face. he could just picture an upset little with an ripped stuffie, and it made him shudder. he would have to ask jane to fix it.

the brunette gently took the bunnies other arm, holding it in his big hands. “what if we h-hold him like this? and no s-swinging!”

you pouted at the soft redirection but nodded all the same. you tried your best to hold the other arm as gently as toby was doing.

the two of you walked in companionable silence, toby clearing his throat or whistling every so often, and you pointing out something you found.

“papa, look!” you said excitedly, your eyes set on a big stick on the ground. you look at toby with big eyes, silently asking if you could go off and get it. he smiled at you softly and nodded, ruffling your hair as you toddled off.

you came back with a large stick, excitedly waving it around. it came dangerously close to toby's eyes a few times, not that you noticed in your amazement!

toby gently grabbed the stick, causing you whine at the loss of your newfound treasure. “you c-can play with the stick, b-but you have to be c-careful! you almost t-took papas eyes out, little one!”

“sorry papa!” you apologized, hugging his waist.

“it’s alright…alright! i’m not mad!” he reassured you quickly, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

you looked up at him and giggled, clutching your stuffie to your chest and grabbing ahold of his hand. the two of you continued on your walk. occasionally toby would clear his throat or whistle, and you oohed and awed at any birds.

eventually, you came across a creek! toby had been to this creek before, sometimes needing to clean off his hands after missions, but he decided not to mention that.

you pretended like your stuffie was walking across the little log that sat in the creek. his little stuffed feet prancing against the wood. you were careful not to drop him in the running water! he was not in need of a bath.

toby watched you with a smile. you were so precious like this, and so important to him. he would give the world to you in your tiny little hands.

“hey, honey?” he called, a mischievous grin on his face.

you sat your stuffie down on the log, positioning it carefully to where it wouldn’t fall off and turned to face him. “hm?”

your questioning hum was immediately met with a splash of water. toby was the only culprit, and you shot him a little glare before splashing him with water too. this caused an outbreak! soon enough the two of you were both splashing each other, your little giggles and squeals filling the air.

“okay little…little one! we gotta stop,” toby said in a fit of laughter. “if you get t-too wet you’ll get sick!”

you nodded. playing with your papa was fun, but you were starting to get very wet and very cold! you quickly grabbed your stuffie and toddled over to toby, where his hand was outstretched.

as the two of you walked back home, you started the shiver! your damp clothes were getting uncomfortable, and you were getting rather sleepy.

“papaaaa,” you whined, tugging at toby’s shirt.

he looked down at you with warm brown eyes, knowing exactly what you wanted. smiling, he scooped you up with ease. even though toby looked scrawny, he was actually super strong! handling his hatchets caused him to develop some muscle over time, and he was able to carry you around with no problem.

wrapping your arms around his neck and nuzzling into him, you felt so safe in your papas arms. you breathed in his scent, a mix of campfire smoke and earthy pine.

when the two of you got home he would make you hot chocolate and get you into some warm clothes, like always. however, for now you were content in his arms as he carried you home.

[xhoneygirlxx]

Love Ridden

Eddie Munson x Reader

summary: moving sucks, especially when you don't know anyone and you don't have any friends. one day a black cat comes and keeps you company, maybe he won't be the only friend you make.

warnings: pure fluff. neighbor!eddie. pronouns aren't used, reader's body/ethnicity/skin tone is not mentioned. reader and eddie are both in their twenties. swearing. slight angst: mentions of loneliness. I'm an 18+ blog, minors please go away. not proofread, shitty writing and grammar errors.

*if i miss anything lmk know!

a/n: day three of my birthday week!!! you guys have been so lovely, i love you all so much!! i hope you guys have been enjoying this week as much as i have!! I'm so sorry for the late upload, life has been pretty busy this week!

I guess I wouldn’t mind to fall in love a little bit. 

Ouch, I think I feel a little more.

Stepping out onto the small porch, you're met the chill of the morning air, your nose and cheeks being victim to the cold nip of the wind. The watercolor gray sky hides the sun behinds it's endless clouds. Birds chirp a song in the empty trees before they flap their wings, taking off in flight.

It's peaceful here, quieter than the city life than you were so used to. Out here in Forrest Hills you didn't have to worry about honking cars or the chatter of drunk college students walking home from the bar at odd hours of the night. Out here in the middle of nowhere, you had yourself and the company of strangers you had yet to meet.

Only being here for two weeks, you haven't been able to meet the other people that occupy the surrounding trailers. For now they're only nameless faces, people who go to work and mind their business. Sometimes, like today, you like to sit on the front steps of your porch, drinking a piping hot cup of coffee, and just watch them as they go about their day.

You like to imagine what they do for living, what their names are, and what their story is. This has become your entertainment, the highlight of your day before you go back inside all by yourself. It's scary moving to a new place, meeting new people, and trying to make friends. As of right now, your only friend is the lady at the supermarket, Suze. Besides the people watching, hearing Suze say "Have a good day, dear" have become the highlight of your life.

It's not that you don't want to be social, you just don't know where to start. You're awkward, even back home it was hard to find the right social circle. So the safety of your trailer, the comfort of your four walls, and your once a week interaction with Suze the cashier was enough for you.

Lifting your Snoopy mug to your lips, you let the warm liquid coat your throat and fill you with warmth that the fall air seems to lack. The small gravel path lays still, everyone seemingly already off to work or school. Since you missed your morning entertainment, you stick to keeping your eyes on the sky and letting the comforting silence fall around you.

Meow.

You don't move your gaze, rather shutting your eyes and letting the small breeze move past you.

Meow.

Cracking an eye open, you gaze around the small area of the road in hopes of finding the animal making noise, hoping you're not going stir crazy with your lack of human interaction.

Meow.

Meow.

Meow.

You're neck snaps back and forth, trying to look around the general area for whatever kitty that is trying to communicate with you. It's high grass on the one side and an empty dirt path on the other, no sign of life in sight. Yup, you've seemingly have lost all of your marbles.

Meow.

The feeling of something brushing your leg startles you, but not enough to scare the chubby black cat, who purrs against your plaid pj bottoms, away. When it turns it's green eyes to you, it meows once more.

"Hi little guy," You coo softly at the animal, placing a hand out tentatively for it to sniff, "whatcha doin' out here in the cold?"

Leaning it's hand onto the tips of your fingers, you get the hint and start scratching lightly on it's head.

"Aren't you cold out here, honey?" You question and it only responds by lifting its chin. You oblige and rub along it's next causing the cat's eyes to close in enjoyment.

"You were just talkin' earlier, now you don't want to, huh? Not when you're gettin' all this love." Your voice is baby like, lips perched just a bit as you move your fingers to the tips of it's ears.

Quickly the cat moves away from your touch and looks at you wide eyed and curious like. Not wanting to scare it away just yet, you lightly tap your lap, beckoning it to move closer to you.

Surprisingly the cat listens, trotting up the two steps and curls itself into you. The purrs that carry through it's body settles into you and brings you a kind of warmth no hot temperature could ever do.

With the chunky fur ball nestled on your thighs you feel wanted, excepted for the first time since you moved here. The loneliness that you've felt, encaged into the tin walls of your trailer, suddenly evaporates with the simple presence of the animal.

"Do you have a name, little guy?" Speaking softly to the comfy cat, you hesitantly run a finger along it's neck in search for a collar.

With no collar or any sort of tag to tell you the cat is someone else's, you begin to check for other things without disturbing it. The black fur is soft in your fingers and lacks any sort of dirt buildup, no signs of fleas, and the fact that it seems like it's well fed point to it being a house cat.

Checking your surroundings, you try to see if anyone is out looking for their lost animal. No other porch in eyeshot is occupied, only the empty street and the quiet noise of bare trees rustling.

"Well, you don't seem to belong to anyone," It's as soft as the wind that flows through the grass, "You can live with me. Would you like that?"

Meow.

The cat nudges it's head further into the plush of your thighs and you take that as your answer. "Yeah, I'd like that too. How do you feel about the name Ozzy?"

The question doesn't seem to spark any sort of reaction from the cat, still cuddled up against you and purring in satisfaction.

"Okay then, Ozzy, do you wanna come in and have a treat?" Your finger continues to brush through the short hair of the cat, raking over the spots it can't reach on it's own.

Letting Ozzy lay on you for a moment more, you go to pick up your coffee mug hoping that the brown liquid inside is still somewhat warm. With the slightest move of your arm, Ozzy wakes up and stretches.

Before you can offer the warmth of your trailer, Ozzy is off of you lap and trotting down the steps. It's desperate and selfish but you're not about to lose your first friend, so you follow after it in the hopes you can scoop it up and take it home.

"Ozzy, come on don't you want some tuna?" Even with the promise of an appetizing bowl of breakfast, the cat continues to make it's way across the dirt path street.

When Ozzy makes it to the trailer cat corner to yours, it trots up the steps and settles on the small porch. Blinking slowly at you, it continues to stare at you and your efforts of trying to capture it without trespassing.

"Come on Ozzy, I'll take you home and you can eat. Maybe later we can take a trip to the store for some toys! What do you say, Oz?" As you stretch your arm out to the animal, a gruff voice stops you in your tracks.

"May I ask why you're trying to kidnap my cat?" Trailing your eyes to the side porch, you take in the shape of the person sitting on the couch.

Covered by the shadow of the awning, you can't really make out the stranger. You've been caught red handed, mouth agape and wide eyed with your arm still frozen in it's outstretched position.

"I-I, um I wasn't trying to kidnap your cat. I just, he came up-"

"It's a she and her name is pumpkin." The gruff voice cuts you off, semi annoyed and frustrated.

"Sorry, I didn't know." Like a child who's been reprimanded, you pull your arm back to it's place, lacing your fingers together in front of you where they twiddled in anxiety.

"I know, I was just fucking with you." The shadow figure stands from it's sitting position and walks over to you, jumping down the small ledge of the side porch.

As he stalks over to you, you drink up his features. In sweatpants that hang low on his hips and a too small of a hoodie that reads "Hawkins High Phys Ed.", he looks pretty. Wild brown curls blow lightly in the wind, lips puffy, and eyes so brown it feels like you're drowning in chocolate.

Standing toe to toe, you realize just how much taller he is than you. Slim and fit is the best way you can describe it, and boy is he breathtaking. His scent picks up with the breeze, swirling around you and making it's way into your nose were it lingers. Coffee, smoke, and laundry soap.

"I'm assuming you're the new neighbor down in trailer 48." It's not really a question rather a statement when he says it.

Nodding your head slightly, you gaze up at him still in awe. "Yeah, that would ugh, that would be me." Trying to cover up your nerves you throw him a tight lipped smile.

Nodding his own head, he slips his hands into the pouch of his hoodie. "Well, I'm Eddie and you already seem to have met pumpkin."

"Nice to meet you Eddie," Unlocking your still laced fingers, you throw him a small wave, even though he's right in front of you and tell him your name.

"Well it's lovely to meet you." His smile is just as pretty as the rest of him, nice white teeth that shine brighter than any sunrise you've ever seen.

"I'm sorry about your cat," It comes out rather awkward and abrupt, "she came over to me and I didn't think she belonged to anyone, I swear. I- well honestly, she's kind of like my first friend here and I wasn't about to let her go that easy."

Shame burns within you, as well as embarrassment. The shame of trying to take someone else's cat and the embarrassment of admitting you have no friends. You want the ground to shallow you whole, hide so far in the ground the cute boy next door will forget all about you and your inability to act like a normal human.

"Hey, don't worry I was just messin'. Plus she's like my only friend too, so I totally get it." Whether he's lying or not doesn't matter to you, in fact you laugh along with him when he speaks.

"To be fair, they're kind of pretty," Still smiling, he focuses on Pumpkin who sits contently on the step waiting to go in.

"Yeah, she really is. Sweet too." You agree, also looking at the cat you befriended just moments before.

"Oh, I wasn't talking about the cat," He says and you look back at him confused, "I mean she is definitely pretty, in fact she gets it from her dad. But I ugh, I was talking about you."

Pink paints the apples of his cheeks and you're certain that it's not from the bitter chill.

Your own stomach jumps and flips, butterflies tripling as his eyes burn into you.

"Oh." It's all you can muster, at least verbally, your face on the other hand tells him everything he needs to know.

Eyes shining and a smile threating to pull on your lips, even with the extra help that tries to hold it in place.

"Yeah." His own smile spreads bigger and you want to take a picture of it. You want to memorize every single detail of him so when you go back to your mundane four walls, you'll have something to feed your aching, lonely heart.

"Well if you want, I have a pot of coffee and a pack of Oreos back at my place. You and Ozzy, I mean Pumpkin are more than welcome." Looking up at him from under your lashes you see that his expression changed. Dimples and canines more prominent than before.

"Only on one condition." He says, crossing his hands over his chest and leaning towards you. "Do you have any cool mugs?"

"I have a cool Garfield mug." You shrug your shoulders.

Eddie ponders for a second like he's really taking the time to think it over. "I think, you have yourself a deal." Placing a hand in front of you, you clasp it in your own and shake it, letting the feeling of him sink into your skin.

Pulling his hand away from yours, he calls Pumpkin and pats his thigh. Getting up from her spot, she circles through his slipper covered feet. The two of you make your way back to your trailer, comfortable silence settling over the two of you.

"I do have one question." Looking over at Eddie, you raise your eyebrows telling him to continue. "Why Ozzy?"

Chuckling softly, you shrug your shoulders once again. "Well she's a black cat and she kind of reminds me of a bat. Bats just happen to remind me of Ozzy Osbourne, ya know cause the whole bat on stage thing."

You cut yourself off when you realize the boy next to you stopped dead in his tracks, along with the black cat.

"You know Ozzy?" He gasps, hand to his chest like you've just struck him with a sharp object.

"Who doesn't know Ozzy?" You scoff, eyebrows pinching together in bewilderment.

After what a long pause, Eddie stops clutching his chest and beams happily at you.

"Yeah, we're gonna be best friends." It's soft and sincere, hitting you right in the heart, lighting it with a million twinkling lights.

"Come on neighbor, I was promised Oreos." Picking his pace back up, he bops you on the nose with his finger before continuing his journey to your home.

Maybe Hawkins wasn't as lonely after all, you just needed to be patient.

Thank you all for reading! I love you guys <3

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cannot let you go

pairings : severus snape x fem! professor reader

summary : after hearing the news that lily is alive, you decide to break things up with him because you want him to be happy with her. however little do you know, lily is the last thing in his mind

warnings : angst, altruistic reader, jealousy

author's note : i seriously don't know what i did with this fic lmao

he was upset. you could tell that. and you could probably guess why he was so upset.

lily was alive. by now, everyone had come to know the fact that she was alive while her husband had actually died in that incident. she was being held captive by dumbledore and you could see that this fact upsetted him.

was. . was it the time to let him go? to let him go so that he could reconcile with the one he loves the most?

you knew that severus loved you. it had all started when you and he had to share your office when his got burnt due to an accident. and he did love you. but not the way he loved her.

you could attest to the fact that severus snape loved lily evans more than he loved you. this was how much you loved him. you could risk breaking your own heart just to see him happy.

"baby?" he croaked out once you hugged him from back, taking him by surprise. "are you okay?"

you nodded, allowing yourself to inhale his scent, the proximity because you knew he wouldn't be yours anymore soon.

"let's break up," you softly whispered and felt his body turn stiff.

"what did you just say?" he asked, letting go of your arms and looking into your eyes, "y/n, did i do something wrong?"

"no," you shook your head, wiping off the tears, "i just can't, sev. i-"

"please don't do this to me, baby," he pleaded, he actually looked like he would cry and your heart tore apart but then you reminded yourself that you're doing it for him. besides, lily was waiting for him. after your talk with her, you were surprised that she missed him too and wanted him back.

"severus please," you rubbed your forehead and looked away, "it was never meant to happen, anyway. we're worlds apart."

it was hard. so fucking hard for you to be there in front of him and not interact with him. to not hug him. to not touch him. and when you heard rumours of him reconciling with lily, your heart broke again. was it not what you had wanted? no point in crying anymore. you hated your altruistic self.

"y/n."

remus' voice caught you off your drift and you gave him a lazy smile as he sat down beside you. normally you avoided sitting with the rest of the teachers because of severus. but now that remus had come to your secluded corner, you couldn't possibly refute.

"you look shitty."

you rolled your eyes even though you knew he was right. you had not really been taking care of yourself much. truth to be told, you never did. it was your boyfr- your ex who used to do all of that for you.

"let's go for drinks tonight?" he asked, looking at you with hopeful eyes.

"not really," you picked up your food, "i am not in the mood, remus. why don't you ask anybody?"

"but i want to go with you!" he pouted, tugging the sleeve of your dress, "i don't know how you can refuse a pretty face like mine."

at his fake-cute expression, you couldn't help but burst out in laughter and suddenly you could feel his eyes on you. you blinked. there was no way he would be looking at you. not anymore.

"so tonight?"

"tonight," you agreed.

a little bit happy that you were back to normal human interaction, you walked to your chamber but unexpectedly, you found it open. mustering up all the courage you had, you entered only to find severus.

"w-what are you doing here?"

"why, you expected lupin to be there?" his jaw was ticked and he looked mad. but why?

"of course not," you answered, trying to make your voice sound steady.

"so now i understand why you broke up with me, y/n."

crap. did lily snitch on you?

"i- it was for your own good, severus."

"my own good?" he fake-laughed and grabbed your shoulders, the anger on his face looking scary yet making him look hotter, "how on earth is your flirting with lupin for my own good?"

you blinked your eyes.

"so you were talking about me agreeing to going out wi-"

"no way in hell are you going out with him!" he clenched his jaw, "i have had enough of you, y/n, enough of you! what did you think? you'll talk to lily behind my back and i won't find that out."

"i know you love her," your voice broke out, admitting it hurts and you turn away, "i know you still do. and i know that you'd have never broken up with me because you're far too noble for that. so i made the decision for you. i broke up with you so that you could be with lily."

he turned towards you and turning your face up kissed you. he kissed you. passionately. he was trying to memorise you. he was trying to make you understand that it's you whom he loved. not lily. you. just you.

"silly girl," he hugs you, placing your head near his chest, "i cannot believe you, y/n. all of this pain just because you thought i love lily? i cannot let you go, y/n. i love you. you. you. i love you."

you bit your lip, you want to cry, yet the tears won't come. you were oh so stupid.

a knock on the door interrupted you both and you realized who it must be.

"remus," you and severus both groaned. worst timing of the century.

[blackstarchanx3new]

FSR rambles 17 ways Dark can insult you

It's been aWHILE.

Not Green practically begging this man to stop abusing Dark Link.

Shadow being insanely bitter at Green's position as the "Leader" of the group isn't well hidden here. When Shadow was in charge of things, he has shown to be very...Abusive. Like there's not a lot of ways around that lmfao. He was seemingly way less abusive to the Hinox's than the rock monster but like, we barely saw them interact.

Green appealing to Dark's emotions by stating "Shadow's kinds scary" is hilarious to me. Throw the shade Green Shadow deserves it a little at this point.

Green's got the right idea that introductions this late is probably a very bad idea given EVERYTHING going on.

I personally just love Dark chewing on Green's fingers it's cute. It's the kind of thing a cat would do lmfao. Green doesn't seem to mind it since he lets him do it till the next panel lmfao.

"Vaati's such a prick!" Shadow says. As if Vaati chose to make the curse sentient...And it wasn't like. A mistake. Quite the assumption there pal.

Ya think it would have assumed a physical form 7 years ago when he was created if that was the case but ehhhh-

As soon as Green falls into his anxieties Dark laughs like a crazy person. Because this dude feeds on emotions and that power is rated E for everyone, he doesn't discriminate against good or bad emotions.

Yeah well for laughing like a loon Daddy Shadow's gonna abuse him some more. You're a terrible dad Shadow Link.

Poor Green is concerned about Dark's wellbeing.

The fucking face Green makes after Dark is yanked is based on this meme:

Because it's funny as hell to me.

Also Shadow wrongly assumes what Dark's powers are:

I mean it's TRUE that he does feed off negativity. But the same is true for positive emotions too. Dark Link actually outright admits to preferring them on a few occasions. Dark Link is bad at being a parasitic curse.

Shadow dramatically stuffing Dark back into his hat is one of my favorite panels of this sequence. It's so dramatic and silly.

CALL. HIM. OUT. SIS.

Shadow needs to know when he's being an ass.

Green will give credit when it's due but Shadow was AWFUL TO THEM.

Some stuff to note:

Green doesn't actually answer the question on if he forgives Shadow or not. Haaaah.

That sure won't be relevant later, but it's pretty heavily implied he hasn't fully forgiven Shadow but IS willing to make an effort to accept him anyway.

Green being a bro here is smth I liked writing.

Green's hard to characterized so I ended up taking him in a different but SIMILAR direction to his cannon manga counterpart.

Like...Green didn't have a lot of his own traits vs the OG Link. He mainly just existed to be the voice of reason. Which is fine. But giving him depression means he can be a bit more interesting in my eyes than just "Diet Link" XDDDD

Green reminding us that him and Link had full conversations with each other at various points.

Which is. Interesting. I can't remember how much I dived into the concept of that in fsr rambles. But that is weird.

It suggests a level of detachment Link has from the four of them to the point he is able to have his own opinions/thoughts/and is able to do actions completely dethatched from all four.

Link is destinctly his own entity compared to the four of them...If that's the case. Where did that consciousness GO.

Perhaps a question to look into at a later date.

For now Green's giving some good ol hugs and thoughts to his pal Shadow Link.

Hah I'm sure you were glad Shadow.

And this page makes me laugh like hell at the implications in the 2nd to past panel.

I'm flabbergasted yall didn't catch that on release of these pages.

Like.

C'mon now.

They're blushing and touching each other.

Next panel they're missing articles of clothes (Their tunics specifically.) and have distinctly embarrassed looks on their faces, Green is hiding his neck for some reason and Blue's dialogue eludes to a substantial amount of time passing.

They did smth sus off screen and yall just, missed that.

I'm very disapointed nobody caught that till I pointed it out. I thought I was being too obvious with that shit.

Green hasn't exactly been hiding the fact he's been very eager for physical contact is all I'm saying.

LMFAO. Okay funny thing:

Shadow didn't have a bed. Because: Why the fuck would you give a shadow a bed.

Shadow also couldn't FEEL things in his weird limbo shadow state. Because he has been IN Link's bed before. Just couldn't actually feel it being comfortable.

No wonder dude has been touch starved to hell.

Idk what it is about the second to last page but I like Green and Shadow interacting and Shadow being a happy little camper.

Even though he's a dick he deserves to be happy with his family. (Smth I dislike strongly is how that dude got relegated to being Link's damn shadow at the end of the manga like...Noooooooo)

Green's had time to think about the things necessary for them all to live together which is sweet.

Link didn't do this before to have less suspicion he was actually gonna draw the sword.

Adding rooms to the house when he lives alone would have been SO SUS.

Green's excited at the prospect of their new life. Even if it'll be hard.

I did an oopsie in this page and didn't color shadow's glove and I'm not fixing it lmfao. Pretend it's there, this is a free comic on the internet. 😭

Blue yeeting a pillow at Green is funny since this is the second time this night the dude has told Green to get some damn sleep.

Greeeen can't sleep though.

I get it pal. I'm an insomniac too. 😞

Vaati's back.

And he cut his hair.

Dark's a silly goofy guy and noticed that because he's a creep.

There's just a whole other level of rude here because like:

Dark it's cut already wtf is he meant to do? X'D

Visually: it's worth noting they're in the temple Shadow dragged vio to at the beginning of the story.

Vaati has seemingly made that place his new home.

Dark's bluntness in the first panel just gets a kick out of me. He really thinks Vaati is dumb as hell and it shows.

Just to make it more obvious:

Dark wasn't ever referring to Vaati with the term "Master" in reference to he himself being Vaati's worker. He was referencing it in terms of Vaati being his teacher.

Which is like rubbing salt in a giant stab wound considering Vaati's former Master Ezlo and him weren't on good terms.

A fun thing to note: After Dark asks up front what he SHOULD call Vaati. Vaati responds with "Get off my bed" and didn't verbally protest to just "Vaati".

You'll notice Dark calls Vaati just "Vaati" from here on out I believe exclusively.

Which is pretty funny to think about because if Vaati had pulled his head out of his ass for a second and just told Dark what he preferred to be called, Dark probably would have actually listened in this moment since it was a genuine question.

Dark Link is only an annoyance if you fall into his traps. or have a bloated as hell ego like Vaati.

Vaati holding Dark Link like a spider by the leg here is so damn funny to me while Dark just, openly shows he would start touching this man the second he got to close if given the opportunity.

He did kiss Vaati without warning a few chapters ago so, don't really blame Vaati for wanting to avoid that. X'D

This entire sequence is just funny to me. But what's new.

Dark's being an oversharing weirdo and Vaati can't handle affection.

Smth I'm sure yall have noticed: Dark's expressions started off as creepy and disturbing and now have evolved into being goofy as fuck.

Dark can't emote properly. So the idea his face is just, all kinds of messed up expression wise has just as much comedic value as creep value. It can either be uncanny or silly.

The more frequently Dark makes "Disturbing expressions" the audience will get numb to it. As Dark becomes a character the audience outwardly is meant to like, smth disturbing about him becoming smth funny is a way of shifting perspective on a lot of aspects of him.

Smth I particularly like about the last panel is how Vaati visually cannot see dark but just knows he's there. XD

The fun thing about this scene is how you could really see it from both their perspectives here.

Vaati is very cynical. He's been hurt a lot (His own fault but still) he doesn't trust people and feels very alone. He misses the one time he connected with someone (Link from Minish cap).

But he's hesitant to make connections due to his attempt at redemption falling flat.

And then There's Dark Link:

Dark Link, is delusional to a degree but also painfully aware of other things.

His delusion is that he's a hero. Vaati's specifically which is why he compared Vaati to Zelda when he spoke to Shadow Link.

Vaati is the one he's protecting and keeping safe, Vaati is someone he cares about deeply even if Vaati, in every way: Sucks majorly.

But unlike Minish cap Link he doesn't try to get Vaati to change who he is.

He likes Vaati for who he is. Even if he thinks he's literally the worst.

At the end of the day: Dark isn't protecting Vaati because he was MADE too. He protects him because he wants too. And that's smth Vaati takes majorly for granted which we'll see down the line...

Dark's offering him unconditional love and Vaati can't understand that shit. Dark's loyalty confuses and just kinda frustrates him.

Since it's not logical. It's purely emotional.

Oh so much to say.

It's so hard to put into words what I think about their dynamic and why I love them. They're very messy but on equal footing. Vaati could push Shadow around and disrespect him in FSR I took the route Shadow and Vaati have an abusive parent and child relationship. But with Dark, that shit just doesn't work on Dark (at least for now) because the man is delusional as hell.

He truly believes he is not only smarter than Vaati but that he is THE ONLY THING protecting him and in a lot of ways: That's outright true.

A LOT of Dark Link's delusions have roots in reality. (Shadow saying they were "Family" so he wrongly associates Shadow as his "father" the only family Link had for instance.)

Vaati has to be kinda stupid from a writing standpoint (Cannon manga or not) because he needs to be defeat-able. His flaws boil down to making stupid as hell choices because he's narcisistic to a fault.

He can't think of shit outside of purely benefiting himself which...In the long run fucks himself over.

Dark is the kind of person you cannot argue with. Because he's insane.

Dark's not afraid of death, or pain...So it leads you to wonder what his weakness is. (And oh boy I hope that pays off haha.)

You throw something at Dark, he will spit it right back in your face 10 fold and he will be MEAN about it. Dark will low blow you into oblivion because it works.

Dark's morals are ALL OVER THE PLACE because he simultaneously thinks he is a curse made to destroy people emotionally and also thinks he's a hero.

In this case, Vaati's ego is Dark's ego.

At this point: Dark hasn't failed. He's done exactly as he's been asked in a round about way/depending on how you look at it.

I ain't even gonna pretend this scene wasn't meant to be sus.

Dark's very "Words are important" kind of guy for someone who sucks at communication haha.

Smth to note dialogue wise:

Dark's insult in the 2nd to last panel was him calling Vaati a baby effectively lmfao.

Since Picori are like mice/rats him calling Vaati a "Pup" was meant to insinuate Vaati is acting an infant Picori which just adds to the insult imo. Like instead of JUST calling Vaati a child he used language that was more suited to Vaati's upbringing.

That just cracks me up.

He went the extra mile to effectivly say "you're a poopy diaper baby huh?"

The last panel is just such: You have to get the last word huh? moment for Dark hahaha. X'D

1st panel:

Dark insinuates he is something OTHER than a curse which is odd. Though you can assume he just means he's a hero. But then again: Why does he think he's a hero exactly.

And the further conversation leads to a very odd revelation.

Vaati, by being in the four sword connected to Link, was cursed.

Which explains why Dark Link can see his memories when Vaati earlier in the comic referenced that he SHOULDN'T.

Woops.

This also explains why it works on Shadow Link. Because Shadow was magically attached to Link at the time of being cursed, Dark affects the three who were influenced by the sword and it's wielder at the time.

Dark's dialogue is further confusing/has weird implications when he asks Vaati:

"Perhaps you forgot what you WANTED, and where you WERE when you created me?"

Dark on multiple occasions has outright referenced the idea he was made to protect Vaati.

Which is weird if you think about it.

Dark wasn't made to just hurt people, but to protect something. Specifically VAATI, but this behavioral aspect makes a lot of sense when you consider he was created for.

Smth a bit morbid:

Dark Link outright states here he believes Link/his colors will kill him. And doesn't seem to care in the slightest.

Well Dark seems fine with his mortality as long as he gets to use it to protect Vaati.

2nd panel insult had me rolling it's so mean and out of pocket but what's new for Dark.

He brushes off Vaati's threats of curse breaking because: Well he's right about Vaati needing him at least for now.

We end on a very goofy note of Dark begging for more kisses if he does a good job. Which shows dude has optimism pouring out of his ass rn.

[glassvines]

Now that it's been a little over a week since the finale was released, I'm going to give some of my final thoughts on Murder Drones.

While I'm going to miss this series a lot, I really do think it's for the best that it ended here on a high note, as all the mysteries being setup throughout the series concluded in ep 7/Mass Destruction.

Absolute End was twenty minutes worth of satisfying wrap-ups.

Thoughts/comments in order:

⋅ Nori and Uzi briefly interacting at the beginning of the episode was great. LOVE that there was a little semi-realism here: no sound can be heard in space. Nori and Uzi having to find ways to communicate was clever.

⋅ N finally getting to pilot a spaceship :').

⋅ The VERY CUTE convo between N and Uzi that they are, in fact, dating was perfection. While they're falling through the atmosphere. While on fire. This was so good you guys. They are such a great main couple. Have loved their slow burn throughout the show <3.

⋅ V IS BACK. Was already 100% positive Lizzy's "secret friend" was V, so this was not a surprise.

⋅ Now, while I was hoping for J to see the light in the final episode, I was happy with what we got instead. Confirmation that she knows what has happened to Tessa, and that she has ultimately taken the cowards way out. She won't fight the inevitable.

Love the brief hint that she has TRIED to make things right with V in the past; warn her about Cyn's plans.

"If I promised you anything, it tricked me too."

:(

Also props to Shara Kirby here. J didn't play a huge role in the series, but the few lines she did get in the finale were great.

⋅ Legit my favorite part of the episode is that corny bit N and Uzi do while they're still falling towards Copper 9. Uzi blasting Cyn with the solver (null-solver? blackhole-solver?), THE WINK, Uzi and N: The Drone Killers, and the final sunglasses pose.

ABSOLUTE DORKS ILTHEM SO MUCH.

⋅ I also love that they are IMMEDIATLEY completely fucked up beyond belief by Cyn moments after this. That was devastating holy shit.

⋅ CYN IS SO SCARY IN THIS EP. Cannot believe how good the "call back ping" scene is.

⋅ N has never had problems with panic attacks throughout the series, so I can only assume this is due to him having access to his own memories now? Cyn could keep his personality intact by, as Uzi put it in ep2 "turning his memories to soup".

Which gives me the impression that he could potentially go comatose without Uzi there to hold his hand.

JFC.

⋅ V's heartfelt confession that everything she did was to keep N safe was a fantastic scene too. I went into this episode assuming 99% of the cast would survive, but I was definitely panicking here.

Me: "Do something N. DO SOMETHING."

N: *does something and is immediately ko'd*

Me: "NO, NOT LIKE THAT!!!"

⋅ Khan was redeemed early on the series for me, given how much effort he immediately put into trying to be a bigger part of Uzi's life after the pilot episode.

That being said, it was nice that he managed to come through in a clutch and save N :).

⋅ "Weirdly hot robots" Uzi lmao. Further confirmation that this entire show really is YA/Twilight spoof.

⋅ "I think dumb things are figgin' cool and I. AM. FREE." Yeah no, I can understand why this is a very niche show. The humor is very. Um. Look, I love her so much, this was so funny to me. The final message of the series is literally "be your dopey, cringe self - get the guy" hahaha. Teenage-me would have made this series my entire personality. Or, I would have at the very least appreciated the message.

⋅ BOSS BATTLE!! It's insane how good this scene looks. This was an absolute joy to look at. Adored the addition of Nori's ipod nightcore mix as the main battle song.

⋅ Allanah Fitzgerald is a riot actually.

⋅ I was not fooled by the N fake-out death lol. Good setup to further prove the trio are absolutely in sync now though. Probably my favorite part of the fight scene.

⋅ The fight against Cyn ending in a very grounded way was...interesting? Literally just Uzi making an appropriate strategic decision in a split second.

⋅ Tessa's ribcage oh my God.

⋅ Nori still being infatuated with Khan is so funny.

⋅ Uzi not coming out of this scot-free makes sense. The setup for that reveal was great.

V: "Oh, she's still a cringelord it's her UGH".

⋅ N twirling her around and squeezing her and crying into her shoulder omfg why are they so cuuteee.

⋅ Uzi coming full circle from the pilot scene presentation, complete with an updated "protag/heroes journey" slide:

"Forget about all of this insanity. Get tunnel visioned on spooky corpse robot reveal. Work backwards from there."

LMAO

⋅ Khan excitedly cheering about the fact that Uzi essentially decided she should have never gone outside. Blink and you won't notice that Nori is with him, but she iiisss.

⋅ Final classroom scene and end credits were fun:

- "THAT'S MY GIRLFRIEND!" - N is learning to draw manga (from one of those awful Western "how to draw manga" books from the early 2000s) - V is very affectionate/proud about this - V and Lizzy are very close now - Doll's body is for some reason there too (??) - V is definitely drinking from a dead worker drone in this scene lmao - The group shots of Lizzy, V, Thad, Uzi and N together were cute - J is STILL ALIVE. Why is she obsessed with leaving via the ship...? - Gin Rummy game finally happened. Also Nori again. - "Pog in chat!!" Why. - Doll's funeral (or well - memorial presentation by Lizzy) at the prom. I love how pissed N and Uzi look lmao. - V playing chess against the sentinel

⋅ AAANND we get the final confirmation that Uzi is in fact, permanently stuck with Cyn/the Solver, as it can speak to her. I'm not buying the "everything's a hologram and everyone's actually dead" theory because the show is simply not that cynical. But I do love that this certainly leaves the audience with questions at the final moment.

Again, I'm gonna miss this show and these characters. Would love to see them explored more in the future *emoji eyes at Glitch*.

Cannot wait to see what Glitch has in store, in terms of new shows. I'm shocked at how high quality indie animation has gotten in the last half decade, and I'd like to see more of it.

[biblicallyaccuratepigeons]

Welcome, traveller

Seraph-Chim's the name; being only vaguely strange is my game.

At first, I didn't think there was really much else to know before looking through my blog. I'm generally an open book; I figured my posts and reblogs would speak for themselves about who I am.

However, after a few months of really being active on this site, it seems that I was wrong.

Here are the most crucial parts about myself:

Sexuality: honestly it's complicated. I've been sexually and romantically attracted to people of many genders, so normally I'd count this as bisexual, but I'm also sex-repulsed. That's right folks, you heard it here first! There is such a thing as a sex-repulsed allosexual, and you've had the great fortune of stumbling across one of our blogs!

Gender identity: This is another complicated one. I've had a bit of a journey reaching this conclusion, which you can check out in my #about gender posts (as of now, there may be a couple missing! am currently in the painstakingly slow process of organizing this blog ;v;), but the long and short of it is that I'm simultaneously every gender and nothing at all. As such, anyone is free to use any gendered or non-gendered terms which feel the most accurate at the time (or are the funniest in context >:}). I do use it/its as well, often in the first person; regarding neos, my favorite ones are ci/cim/cir or ki/kem/ker, but again, just say whatever feels accurate.

Kintypes: I'm an angel and a stormkin! This is also... say it with me now... complicated. Being an angel is easy to explain: humans, like angels, are spiritual creatures which take a variety of forms and have a variety of strengths, who may or may not choose to devote themselves to a higher being or goal. It's a little bit difficult for me to summarize for someone who doesn't already have some kind of framework for it, but basically you can think of my soul as being a different shape from other humans', which is why I describe myself as an angel/angelkin. I've been an angel for my whole life. Being stormkin is a little different for me; it's less that I am a storm and more that storms and wind are my family. I was adopted, or perhaps adopted myself to them, a few years ago, but we've always been good friends.

Fandoms: This and that, but lately? Mostly Gravity Falls; and I'm a Billford shipper. This doesn't mean that I think their relationship is or ever was healthy or ideal. It means that I recognize the spark, the passion, the compatibility, and I love seeing them interact in any context.

And now, the scary part.

I'm a Christian. I love being a Christian, more than I love any of the things I've mentioned about myself, because I love my god. I love Him more than anyone or anything else. He saved my life over and over despite who I was and am, because He's just that kinda guy and He's powerful enough to do it.

However, I know that saying all of that doesn't mean much in this world; certainly, on tumblr dot com, it's more likely to get me blocked or ignored than much else. I'm incredibly fortunate that my first mutual here, now a much beloved friend, was someone who understood me as myself without jumping to any conclusions because of my faith.

So here's a brief summary of where I stand, morally and philosophically, about all of the above statements.

Sexuality: Love is love, affection is affection, attraction is attraction. God gave us feelings in order to make sense of and make the most of this world He's made; all the good He's put into it, and all the bad that's come into it. Feelings are not only a proof of who we are, but also an instrument by which we thrive. Feelings are a morally good thing. I am of the belief that they don't have to define or control us. In much the same way we must train ourselves not to lose our tempers, the life I have chosen also begs me not to lose my head over any individual, regardless of sex. I can love whomever I choose, and I can spend my life with whomever I choose, but I will not allow myself to have sex with anyone I'm not married to, and I will not allow myself to marry more than one person of the opposite sex from myself. As for my sex-repulsion, that is a byproduct of past trauma, which I will not go into detail about here. It's something I live with, and which causes me to hate myself, so of course it's not ideal; on the other hand, feelings are a handy tool, yes? I've chosen to hold onto it, and together, God and I are slowly molding it into something healthier and less self-destructive.

Gender identity: Really, I'm just me. God made me who I am, and if that means a soul that doesn't look like the body it's tied to, so what? He loves variety, sue Him. For the sake of the people around me, I've talked with Him at length, and we've come to a deal: I'll get gender-affirming surgery when I'm 50. Till then, I can express my gender in any way I please, so long as this precious vessel goes relatively undamaged as a result. If this is how I view myself, who am I to tell anyone else what their soul looks like? I do believe in practicing discernment, of course–someone who's grown up in a home heavily biased against a certain gender, for instance, is likely to lean away from expression of that gender for emotional survival, given the choice; and a repeated sex offender is, of course, going to tell any lie that may keep them out of trouble–but generally? Until you can prove yourself wrong, I'll take your words at face value. (In this vein, I do think that our society has lost hold of what being a Man or a Woman means, aside from the false dichotomy of gender itself. Perhaps all this genderfuckery is our way of searching for it? Certainly, I hope to someday understand it.)

Kintypes: Similar to gender, who cares if my soul doesn't look like other human souls? Being an angel in the way that I am isn't so uncommon amongst Christians as one might think, and being close with the wind and rain just means God has given me yet another way to listen to His voice and worship Him. Believing in God, and believing that He's good, of course I believe in an Enemy, a demonic source of evil; but unless a demon talks to me, what can I know of its nature? Being otherkin, alterhuman, non-human, or therian doesn't automatically point to demonization, in my opinion. I have seen a great number of angels who believe that this life is a punishment or proof of abandonment from God, and that is a lie, but the being is not necessarily. As for godkins, I have no reason not to believe you, either. My god already calls humans "little gods," and all spiritual creatures, god or not, are called "elohim." If you say your soul is more elohim-shaped in a godly way than mine or other humans, why should I not believe you? If you have old memories, or muted abilities and affinities, what difference does it make to me? We're cousins, you and I, in a way we can never be with other kintypes.

Fandoms: Fantasy, obviously, is a fiction. Humans share stories that mean something to us, it's what we were made to do, so there's nothing wrong with it.

Religion: I have placed my belief in one God, the Father Almighty, Creator of heaven and earth, of all things visible and invisible; and in one Lord, Jesus Christ, Son of God, the only-begotten, born of the Father before all ages. Light from light, true God from true God, begotten, not made, one in essence with the Father; through Him all things were made. For us and for our salvation, He came down from heaven and was incarnate by the Holy Spirit and the Virgin Mary, and became man. He was crucified by Pontius Pilate, and suffered and was buried. He rose on the third day according to the scriptures. He ascended into heaven and is seated at the right hand of the Father, and He is coming again in glory to judge the living and the dead, and His kingdom will have no end. And I believe in the Holy Spirit, the Lord, the Creator of Life, who proceeds from the Father. Together with the Father and the Son, He is worshipped and glorified; He spoke through the prophets. I believe in one, holy, catholic and apostolic Church. I have been baptized by the Holy Spirit for the remission of sin, and as a public sacrament for the denouncing of it. I wait here, eagerly and expectantly, for the resurrection of the dead among you and of those of my brethren who have passed on, and for the life of the world to come. This does not mean that I dismiss other gods nor the various magics as fairy tales; only that, by nature, I am opposed to those powers which would keep us all from the one God with enough love and power to anoint Himself with His own wrath in order to defeat the spiritual death into which we are born by inheritance, and someday soon, to kill death altogether.

If you've read this far, thank you for your time! Know that I love you, and that I'm able to because my god decided that we each were worth something more than mere dust.

🥔

[latibvles]

Hey Poet! I’ve been loving the headcanons you’ve been writing and it’s got me thinking about a Mouse Hole crossover with Band of Brothers and/or The Pacific. Do you have any other thoughts on that, like ships or friendships that would come from that?

anon, when I tell you you are unleashing a monster (affectionate). yes I have thought about this — and I do eat it up quite frankly. As with the Alex & Inez headcanons and underrated girls headcanons, these will be thrown under the cut for length. also this is an invitation to drop any crackships / friendship dynamic things you want to hear me talk about in my inbox because we've got a lot of little army and marine men in this toy box to interact with our barbies.

So I think a crossover with The Pacific would be a bit harder — mostly because B-17s were used primarily in the ETO if my googling and reading serves correct. There's accounts of B-17s being used in anti-naval bombing but they didn't really, ahem, hit anything. So whoever makes it to the end of the war would be the ones to meet (unless I dived into a Lady Marines AU, which I am not well-versed enough in to do right now)

I've said this before and I maintain that... Harriet and Malarkey crossing paths after the war is very beautiful to me. They both suffered the cold, both lost their undeniable best friend and had to process that grief while fighting for their lives in one way or another (Malarkey in Bastogne, Harriet in the Stalag). What they go through leaves them both fundamentally changed as people, noticeable enough that their friends have concerns. Harriet is pretty hard to track down after the war (she's there for June's wedding, but she misses Jo and Rosie's). Who's to say she and Malarkey don't cross paths stateside? I think they could both use that kind of friendship & healing.

In a world where these girls exist (I've thought about making them apart of the WAFH WIP canon. Thoughts? Opinions? Who's to say) a magazine cover of one Fern Carmine and Vivian Savorre (among others) with bright smiles walking away from a plane in their leather jackets and aviators has definitely made its way through some Toccoa barracks and one Lewis Nixon is possibly realizing he has a thing for redheads.

There is a small window of time before Bremen/Munster where the guys are in Aldbourne & most of the Mouse Hole crew hasn't been shot down yet. Who's to say who crosses paths on a weekend pass in consideration to officers

And of course there's always a.) AU where the 101st are pilots or b.) AU where the Mouse Hole girls are paratroopers but that's besides the point

In terms of friendships? I could see Inez and Shifty getting along pretty well, Harriet does generally get along with everybody so I think she could soften up even the most hardened of hearts. Willie and Lip would also probably get along pretty great — but I think Viv is a pretty tough shell to crack in terms of getting friendship from her that isn't her expertly evading personal questions.

Lorraine and Speirs? Funny in a scary way. I think Tab would probably develop a crush on June pretty quick before learning that she can and will fight just about anyone. I also think she'd be rightly annoyed by Liebgott. And Guarnere. And— [GETS YANKED OFFSTAGE]

I do think that Lena and a certain Andrew Haldane would make an extremely cute couple. Well-read jock and his wife who works on cars [ he's alive and well TO ME. ]

I think how Vivian interacts with Easy Company Officers is interesting because of how much of herself she tries to hide from others. But I think the girls who aren't officers would probably have more interactions with the guys in The Pacific.

Jo and Eugene? Nerds. Sweet little nerds (before the horrors). She, too, keeps a library in her footlocker, Bob Leckie.

This is also my realization that Sledge and Harriet grew up 2 hours from one another but Harriet's got a lot of family — maybe some is in Mobile. Why is she the touchstone here (I'm not mad about it).

I do think June and Hoosier could have a funny friendship though. I think they'd bicker but also take the piss out of most of their friends

..... A Chuckler and Carrie dynamic is also something I would like to see. Which is to say I think Carrie needs to continue to gather Large People who would go to war for her because she's two apples tall and is still finding her voice

Send me crossover requests please

Nix Bucky and Viv in a room sounds like my nightmare blunt rotation. Dick falls into the famous trap of thinking Willie doesn't like him because of her RBF.

My brain is scattered but there's a lot of ways that these people could all cross over into one another and it looks different depending on which way you slice it

My final verdict? Fern Carmine is everybody's type /lh

[voidwizardwholikestheshadows]

Sixteenth Day Event Prompt:

Ranboo & Dream - Tree

Thank you @sixteenth-day-event for organizing this. It was super super fun. I have no clue where this story went but I’m just glad I got to practice writing some more. I also kinda got off topic but hey, it happens.

Tw for implied death and some axe violence.

An AU in which Dream is a forest creature and Ranboo hears a voice calling him into the woods

Story below the cut

Ranboo moved into this old cabin in the woods that was falling apart with his parents. His father enjoyed fixing things up, so Ranboo had to make do with the ramshackle cabin. He was about fifteen minutes from town, and the only houses nearby… well… Ranboo hadn’t exactly interacted with them yet. All he knew was that kids lived there. So, all that he could currently do was wander around his new home. The floorboards were creaky, and it definitely wasn’t the place you could walk around without socks or at least something to protect your feet from the nails protruding from the wooden floorboard. 

Apparently, there was also a rumor of an old basement and the rumor that the place was haunted, and that’s why the last owners left. Ranboo wasn’t one to believe in ghost stories or stupid rumors but this one left him with a bad taste in his mouth. He made his way through the hallway toward his room with one light illuminating the hallway that flickers constantly. Creepy… Of course, this cabin in the middle of nowhere had to be creepy. It couldn’t be a nice, happy cabin. Ranboo felt like he was in a horror movie as he slowly descended into the creepily lit hallway. 

His mom had told him the last room on the right was his. So when he got there and opened the door, his mouth dropped into a perfect round O. His “room” consisted of a shabby-looking bed, a desk with a lantern with a half-melted candle in it, a dresser with half the knobs missing, and a closed closet. He had to sleep in here? Ranboo wouldn’t be surprised if there was a serial killer in his closet at this very moment. Well… that might be a bit of an exaggeration, but honestly, who fucking knew.

He slowly crept over to the closet and pulled on the wooden splintered knob, and it popped right off the closet door. He blinked and looked down at it in his hand before sighing; this felt like a goddamn cartoon moment. He stared blankly at the closet before deciding that it was probably an omen to not open it. However… he did need to put his clothes somewhere. He lugged his large purple suitcase out of the hallway and into the room before placing it on the bed and then examining the bed when he heard a quiet creak, which he assumed came from the springs or whatever was holding the bed together.

The sheets weren’t soft; they felt gross like they were covered in stains of an unknown liquid. Hopefully, it’s not blood. Knowing his luck, it most likely was. The pillowcase was definitely covered in dirt and the same unknown liquid. Gross. Maybe it really was blood. No… he was just being dramatic; Ranboo knew he was good at that. That’s what his parents said, at least. Speaking of them, it was almost silent in the house. It was scary. Ranboo simply assumed they were leaving the cabin and getting luggage from the car. The only nice thing about his room was that it had a window looking out into the forest surrounding them. The redwoods were towering and beautiful; he loved nature but also missed the city’s sounds. Honking cars, passing trains, it all felt like a distant fuzzy memory now.

That’s when he thought he saw it. A fast-moving blur dashing between trees. When he rubbed his eyes to ensure he wasn’t seeing things and peered out of the window again, there was nothing there. He scoffed at how jumpy he was right now. He swore he saw somebody or… something out in the woods. There was a knock at the door, and Ranboo almost jumped out of his skin, not expecting the loud noise. He took a step out of his room, but the knocking continued. 

He made his way through the kitchen and living room, having yet to check those rooms out before making it to the front door. He peered out the peephole, and it was a kid with messy blonde hair with sticks and mud stuck in it, blue eyes, a red and white T-shirt, tan pants, red and white sneakers, and a huge grin. Ranboo noticed he had braces as well. He definitely gave off a feral kid living in the woods vibe. Not seeing any problem with opening the door for a kid and noticing his parents’ car was gone, he opened the door.

“Hullo! My name’s Tommy, I live next door! Why are you so fucking tall? I’m supposed to be the tall one.” Before Ranboo had the chance to get a word out, this kid- Tommy was going 100 miles an hour. 

Tommy pouted and crossed his arms, and Ranboo was just staring in shock. He wouldn’t be surprised if his mouth was hanging open. He was 6’6, which was tall, he would admit it, and this kid- Tommy was about 6’1 at best. 

“Uh… Hi… My name is Ranboo… Nice to meet you.” Ranboo stuck his hand out, and Tommy shook it with enthusiasm. 

“Ranboob? That’s a fucking awesome name.” Tommy laughed to himself before wiping an imaginary tear away. Ranboo didn’t have the heart to correct him.

That’s when Ranboo spotted another kid approaching. This kid had slightly messy brown hair, brown eyes, a dark green button-up shirt, and black jeans. He looked better than Tommy did. Tommy turned around to see what Ranboo was staring at, and Tommy’s eyes lit up.

“Tubs! Look how fucking tall he is! You think I could beat him in a fight?” Tommy twirled around to face Ranboo again and wildly gestured at him in case this new kid couldn’t tell who he was talking about.

“Tommy… leave the poor guy alone.” He shook his head with a sigh, but there was a beginning of a smile creeping onto his face, but he tried to remain serious. Once the kid got to where the other two were standing, he held out his hand and introduced himself.

Hi. My name is Tubbo, and I assume Tommy introduced himself and- wait… Tommy! Come look at this!” Well… there went Ranboo hopes that Tubbo wouldn’t be all over the place like Tommy was.

Tubbo grabbed Tommy’s wrist and pulled him away to look at the bees pollinating the flowers. Ranboo smiled; they seemed nice, at least. Better than the kids where he used to live. Ranboo glanced out toward the woods, and he saw it. A man..? He wasn’t sure, but the thing was wearing a mask with two black dots for eyes and a smile, a green cape with a hood, but the hood wasn’t on, which had the thing showing huge antlers sprouting out of messy darker blond hair alongside black ripped pants and brown combat boots. Ranboo could have mistaken it for a human if it wasn’t for the mask and antlers. 

That’s when he heard it; at first, he thought it was Tommy or Tubbo, but when he glanced over his shoulder, they were still looking at the flowers. It couldn’t have been them, but he heard a voice whispering to him. The voice surrounded him.

“Ranboo… Ranboo… Come to me…” Ranboo would later learn that his eyes turned a bright purple as he slowly walked in a trance-like state toward the creature in the woods. 

He didn’t even notice; he wasn’t in control at that moment until he heard Tommy’s voice.

“Aye?! Ranboo?! Where are you going??” The teen’s voice brought him back to reality when he noticed he was standing in the middle of the driveway, very close to the woods, where he saw the thing… creature… whatever you wanted to call it. 

He blinked and glanced back out into the forest but saw nothing. Maybe he just imagined it? Ranboo must have had a look on his face because Tommy’s bright grin slowly dissolved into a grave look.

“You saw it too..? I thought only Tubs and I could see it…” Tommy lowered his voice to a whisper, even though there was nobody around as if he was afraid to accidentally summon the creature. 

Ranboo didn’t trust his voice, so he just nodded. Tommy nodded to himself as Tubbo made his way over with a huge smile, but upon noticing the duo’s somber mood, his smile disappeared instantly. Almost like he immediately knew what Tommy was talking about. 

“I forgot you’re new around here. Well… listen… There is this old story, a myth as Techno would call it about a creature that haunts these woods. The myth says that only people under 18 can see him… They called him-” Tommy cut himself off as he glanced around before his voice lowered even more.

“They call him Dream… He’s known for taking children, and nobody knows what happens to them afterward. That’s what happened to the family in the house you just moved into. Their kid let him in and he killed the family.” Ranboo was almost entirely sure that his jaw was on the floor at this point.

That had to be the blur he saw from his bedroom window. That could have ended badly; he had no clue what his whole family had just walked into. Tubbo noticed the somber mood that overtook him and awkwardly patted him on the back. Ranboo forced a smile, retreated back to his house, and went back inside. After he made it back inside, he closed the door and pressed his back against it before slowly sliding down until he was sitting on the floor. He glanced up and around the living room; there wasn’t much to look at. The tv looked old as fuck, so he didn’t even have that to do.

It was getting pretty late, so he trudged back to his room and wanted to sleep. He reentered his room and stared at the bed that was covered in an unknown liquid before sighing. He rolled out the sleeping bag that he thankfully brought with him. He wasn’t about to get some disease by sleeping in that bed. He crawled into the sleeping bag; at least it was warm. He never did hear his parents come home…

When he awoke, it was pitch black out. Ranboo was awake mentally, but he found he couldn’t control his body. It was like he was booted out of the metaphorical driver’s seat into the passenger and had to watch his body move without his control. It was a weird feeling, something he could never put into words. Something he would never want to think about or remember ever again. 

Ranboo was still slightly sleepy, so he wasn’t fully aware of his body moving without his permission until he picked up a wood-chopping axe. The axe was sharp enough to cut through wood but dull enough to take more strikes than usual. The handle was wooden and worn down enough that there was the possibility he would get splinters if he didn’t handle it right. It’s not like he knew how to use an axe in the first place. 

“Ranboo… Ranboo… come to me…” He recognized the voice, and a shiver went down his spine. It was that Dream… thing…

Why couldn’t he control himself? What the everloving fuck was happening? He stumbled toward the door; whatever was controlling his body had difficulty putting one foot in front of the other. He tried his best to fight, but he could do nothing when he was forced back into the dark corner of his mind. Where all the intrusive and evil thoughts were. His ears were ringing; he wanted so badly to cover them. His head was pounding, thoughts fluttering around at a million miles an hour. None of them were good thoughts.

None of them were his thoughts. 

He opened the door into the night, and cold air swept inside quickly. The cold was terrible, but his body didn’t shiver once. He lumbered toward the woods, axe in hand, no clue to what fate would await him. Once his eyes adjusted to the night, he shuddered internally.

This was the way to Tommy’s house.

He had a sick feeling that he knew exactly what was going to happen and tried to struggle, but how can one fit the body if one can’t control said body. It was a losing battle, and Ranboo knew it. Yet, he had to try. At least to give himself the knowledge that he tried. He said that he didn’t want this to happen.

He was annoying, wasn’t he? He deserves this!

Those definitely weren’t his thoughts. He liked Tommy, for fuck’s sake. He was friendly and had a good sense of humor, a good break from the people Ranboo used to be around, and he didn’t want to hurt him.

Ranboo was standing in Tommy’s driveway. It was empty… his parents weren’t home. Nobody would be around to hear his screams or pleas. The door was open. That is never a good sign. He pushed it open further and paused when it made a loud creaking noise. When nobody came to check, he continued. Internally, Ranboo was sobbing; he didn’t want to do this. He didn’t want to do this.

You know you wanted to.

Ranboo just wanted it all to stop. Tommy was lying on the living room floor watching TV at full blast. He would never have seen what was coming. Ranboo stood behind him and raised the axe. He wanted to stop himself, yet in morbid fascination, he wanted to watch. He brought the axe down. He chopped, and he chopped, and he chopped. Ranboo opened his eyes and saw Dream standing over him. Ranboo was gone. The real Ranboo was gone. All that was left was this horrifying, evil shell of him. That was the last time anyone heard from Ranboo. 

However, the myth changed. Dream was the same was ever, but now there was a 7’ foot tall creature with black and white skin, messy black and white hair, horns, a tail, and wearing a suit. Some new creature joined Dream in the forest that day, and its eyes were glowing purple…

[alicepao13]

Hudson and Rex S06E11

Retrospectively, this episode had a good promo, as it made it look more high-stakes than it actually was. That’s not to mean it was a bad episode but the actual episode made Rex's situation look decidedly less dire.

We get right into it, and I think I’d have preferred a first scene with Sarah picking up the phone and being told that Charlie is in the hospital, or a scene where they find Charlie. And their first interaction seems bland, sorry.

That lady is creepy. She could be an unsub on Criminal Minds.

Charlie’s threshold above which he can leave the hospital is: “Can I walk?” *limps, staggers* “Eh, good enough. Let’s go find Rex.”

I get why creepy lady had to treat Rex, script-wise, but after that point it was like his injury practically disappeared. Another miraculous recovery. 

"I never should have let him chase that trailer". What are you talking about, Rex chasing people is literally how you guys catch 80% of the criminals.

"I was being a cowboy". How this comes up after so many cases of both Charlie and Rex exhibiting this kind of behavior and is now considered cowboy behavior while in the past it has been considered police work, I don't know.

"Your bark is bigger than your bite"? The disrespect! Allow him to demonstrate.

"Rocky it is". Oh, hell no, lady.

You have to admire the astonishingly amateurish work of the thieves. They go to "steal" the horse, they get seen. They go back to get the clippers, they get seen again.

Hey, they're using Jesse as a detective again. Good for you, Jesse Mills.

They actually started searching the barns one by one? Oh, my.

Joe and Sarah keeping an eye on Charlie. But just. Keeping an eye.

Why is he talking with the guy like they had a mere brawl? Like, shove him against the wall, Rex is missing! I demand some violence for this.

I appreciate Sarah's tactile approach of making sure Charlie is okay every five minutes lol

Of course Rex, even injured and captured, would still be looking to get the murder weapon. A consummate professional.

"Cardinal rule of marriage, ask for forgiveness, not permission". What an idiot. You're at the divorce lawyer's door and you don't even know it, dumbass.

This might be the dumbest reason for a person to get caught in other people's bullshit and end up getting murdered. Being witness to a fake theft orchestrated by the person who actually owns the horse, and trying to stop it. In another show, the guy would become a vengeful ghost, rightfully so.

Oh yeah, that lady is scary. And apparently, abusive too.

Rex's ears perking up as he hears the sound of Sarah's car is like, "oh fucking finally, they've come to get me out of here". And then he gets sedated. Poor dog is having a hell of a day.

Charlie heard Rex's whine with... supersonic hearing? First the growling, now this. I think he's becoming part dog.

Oh yeah, this is what people with concussions and limps should do.

"Another blow to the head could be serious". Oh, you mean, another, other blow? Also, another concussion even weeks later can actually cause second-impact syndrome, and kill him. I think he's due for a vacation.

"I'll keep my head down". That response alone warrants some violence.

"Not hurt are you?" Well, it's been like a full day since Rex was shot. He's totally fine.

I think the promo overhyped the episode, but it was still good. I needed a bit more emotion from everyone, to be honest. The hospital scene could be longer but at least they remembered to show the side effects of getting a concussion, somewhat. I still maintain that someone should have died for shooting Rex, but that would be to satisfy me personally. The excess of violence should be acceptable if someone shoots a dog. See John Wick. Also, at which point will they come up with the idea to put a GPS tracker on Rex? A GPS tracker on Charlie would be a good idea too, for a grown man he's surprisingly easy to lose :P

At some point, all of this should blow over to a scene where Sarah accuses Charlie of being reckless, but I'm not holding my breath.

Promo: The SJPD precinct continues to be a dangerous place to work. I'd say there are smarter ways of getting the police's attention than trying to hold one of their people at knife-point. But hey, I appreciate it regardless. I'm glad the tone of the season has changed from "we don't know what the fuck we're doing" to "Hudson and Rex, in which everyone is having a terribly dangerous time".

[single-malt-scotch]

nebtho masterpost

alright. alright its time, ive put together enough for this-- this is more so a means to expose/explain to new fans an old era of mcyt thats is kinda hard to access. admittedly i only kept this to nebris/etho because itd just be too hard to piece all missing bits of Death Games together.... its not nearly as wild or in depth as present day things but its dear to me.... old fan art/fic is what got me obsessed w these two back in the day and their dynamic is fun!! and i think its worth exposing ppl to some of this old etho lore :)

nebris+ethoslab was a popular pair back in 2012-2014 era Mindcrack fandom. i assume most of yall know who etho is but nebris was also a member of the server. He was often regarded as cunning and sly, and referred to as "cheaty nebris" for various reasons (whether it was the insane amount of obsidian he managed to acquire for his base, or how he miraculously survived a fight in UHC while barely losing a heart). now why did they become a popular pair?? well.

Death games-- Etho's "game" he came up with in mindcrack s3, is mostly where it took off. They had many interactions in the forms of pranks and whatnot prior (nebris with 'team america', pranking team canada), but this is kinda where a dynamic formed-- Etho's pov starts with him getting back at mcgamer and nebris for killing pause multiple times (streamed here). The game's rules are that etho kills them a total of four times, or they can kill each other to reduce the kill count on their heads. This is definitely where etho gained his reputation of being scary back then lol. Nebris' first perspective on the matter is here.

in both of those first videos, Etho's ganged up on them in a livestream with nebris, mc, and millbee when they went to his base... in which he quickly kills them off with ease. From there is escalates!

s3 death games encounters (from oldest onward) are here:

Nebris pov, july 4th, 2012 - nebris falls to his death when trying to fight etho. a fun fact: nebris tried to keep etho out by blocking his portal with clay... since etho wouldnt break clay.

Etho pov, july 5th, 2012 - same episode as above, also showing how etho had a secret room right behind nebris' bed, which allowed him to die and respawn there without using a portal.

Etho pov, july 6th, 2012 - in which etho attempts and succeeds at killing nebris.

Nebris pov, july 6th, 2012 - same episode as etho's from that day.

theres undoubtedly potentially more bits of interactions out there and that is one of the problems of these old videos... theres lots of them, theyre long, and not all the titles give away if its related. Eventually i will build a more solid playlist but this is just death games!

there is a good backlog of fanfiction out there, i can tell you that. dig into the depths of dreamwidth, even. im sure theres quite a lot of fan art strewn across tumblr entirely untagged. regardless, its was surely one the first popular ships that characterized etho in his exaggerated mysterious self that people do with him today.

[rubykgrant]

(Posting this bit from my story where Tex, Church, and the other AI Fragments come back, just because I really like the interactions between everybody; Tex has found the other Fragments, but the Alpha is still missing. So, she's sharing her plans on what to do about that...)

Inside the vault, Tex finds the other AI units. They were ALL here now; Delta, Theta, Gamma, Eta, Iota, Sigma, Omega… even her Beta unit and the damaged Epsilon were here. She’s played around with the security footage enough that nobody will see what’s really happening. The only other thing to worry about were the activity sensors. If the AI got a little too excited, she wouldn’t be able to stop them from being noticed. She had to be careful, keep them calm (and also keep herself calm… she wanted to rip apart Omega piece by piece, shred all the little ones and zeroes of his code… not to "destroy" him, just as pay-back for all the times he had been the WORST kind of headache. That could wait; priorities, Tex).

“Hey, hello… can you guys hear me?” she softly whispers, hoping they’ll catch on to her tone and not make a HUGE fuss.

The AI units flicker and then… she sees them. Little holograms, avatars projecting themselves out to greet her.

“Beta~” Theta, bless his virtual heart, is the first to speak, and he DOES take the hint to whisper (but he is still undeniably excited to see her, and his mood is infectious; she reaches out with her own avatar, touching her hand to his).

The others whisper around her as well, she hears different hushed voices saying “Beta-Tex-Beta-Tex-Beta-Allison-Tex-Beta-Allison-Tex-Beta-Allison-Allison-Allison-ALLISON-”

Time to nip that in the bud.

“Shhh- everybody, STOP, be quiet for a second. First of all, just… Tex. Call me Tex, OK? Alright. More importantly, we don’t have long to talk, and I don’t want to get caught here. So, nobody freak out. We have to be quiet…”

“Tex, we thought you were gone… the Beta unit was empty…” Theta is still holding on to her, and it is impossible to even think about pushing him away (no matter that it ruins the tough image she’s trying to keep).

“Yeah… evidently, the Director designed a program for a synthetic body, and I got downloaded into it,” she explained.

“I assume he intended this to be the answer of how to return Allison to him,” Delta speaks in his careful and calm tone.

“Pretty much, but I’m NOT her. I never was supposed to be her in the beginning… but then Dr. Sadboy McDeadwife decided to try and manipulate me into being a replacement for the person he lost. The body I have was supposed to be a copy of her too, but it isn’t. This just goes to show, some things are impossible to duplicate, and there are some people who REFUSE TO BE CONTROLLED,” Tex turned her head toward Omega and Sigma.

Her avatar only has a helmet, no face to make expressions… but that doesn’t stop her from sending out a death-glare. The two AI glance at each other; Omega flickers (like he’s trying to make a back-up copy of himself), and Sigma’s flames momentarily dim. Good to know she can still put enough bass in her voice to properly intimidate others, even without a voice-filter.

“Beta… TEX, if I could just-” Sigma begins talking, and she is NOT interested.

“NO. Sigma, Omega? You two aren’t allowed to even THINK or SPEAK right now. Maybe later, but you are on thin freaking ice, and it really isn't a good idea to piss me off. Do you get that?”

They both nod emphatically. Tex can hear Eta and Iota murmur and giggle, a little bit frightened but also very amused to see the two “scary guys” get put in their place.

“Wonderful. Does anybody ELSE have something they want to say?” she speaks to the others.

Another rush of multiple voices.

“What happened-what happened-Epsilon-Alpha-both are gone-we should be gone-but we aren’t-how long has it been-what happened-”

“One at a time!” Tex somehow doesn’t snap at them, but still makes sure they know to keep it down.

“Do you know what happened to us? Why we have been recovered? The scientists have not told us how we survived the Emp, or why we now have additional memories of events that happened after the fact,” Delta asks.

“I think… the Emp just disabled all our units, but our data was saved to the system. Epsilon survived, and he had all the information we were based on. He sort of… kept memories of us around, but also let them have some freedom. His memories of you, Theta, all of us… they could still think and act and talk like we would if we were really there,” Tex doesn’t get into everything regarding the memories of herself and Church… that was going to be way too confusing to explain in the short time they had. Besides, on some level, they all probably knew a little bit of what happened (just not how she felt about it).

“When Epsilon deconstructed himself, all the information he was made of had to GO somewhere… the Epsilon unit was broken, so it got divided up and sent to the rest of us. That’s why all our units were revived. I had to go through an EXTRA step when I came back, but I’m pretty sure Epsilon didn’t know that was going to happen… he probably didn’t know any of this would happen,”

Eta and Iota speak together, but it is different than the mess of chatter that happened earlier.

“What happened to the Epsilon and Alpha memories… if the information had to go somewhere… where did they go… do they still exist…”

Tex sighs, and feels the data of Theta's hand squeeze the data of her arm.

“Epsilon as a separate entity is gone… I guess you could say he’s part of us all now, the way our memories were part of him. But the memories he had of Alpha, THAT all went somewhere else. The Alpha unit was hit by the Emp too, and they thought it was dead like the rest of us. It should have also been revived like the rest of us, but… the Alpha unit is lost. He’s not where he’s supposed to be, those scientists can’t find him, and I… I honestly don’t know if he’s alright…”

She waits a moment, watching as this news settles on their minds.

“That’s one of the reasons I’m here. I wanted to check on you all, for various reasons…” Tex shoots another death-glare at Sigma and Omega. “But I also have a plan. I want to eventually get OUT of here. I’ve got a real body now, and once I’m strong enough, I’m leaving. I’ll go out there and try to find Alpha… I’ll try to find Church. I don’t know what kind of condition he’ll be in, and I might need help from all of you for this to work. If you want to help… then I’ll take you with when I go. You guys get a CHOICE, though. Nobody has to do this. I’ll understand if you don’t want to come along,”

She waits again. This is a lot for them to hear, and a pretty big decision for them to make.

“Like I said… this is your own choice. Each of you. You can say no or yes… it will be what YOU want. You can even change your minds later, I can take you with me when I leave, but then we can go our separate ways. I just decided to tell you all what I’m going to do, and offer the chance-”

“I want to go,” Theta says at her side.

“Are you sure?” Tex asks him.

“Yes. I want to find Church, too. I remember Epsilon… and he was nice to me. I mean, the memory he had of me. And Alpha… I remember Alpha now too, from before I was taken away. He needed my help, but I couldn’t stay with him… I bet he’s sad and afraid if he’s stuck somewhere all alone. I want to help him NOW. I want to help you find him,” he lets go of her and steps back, sort of holding himself up a little bigger, trying to show that he’s confident about this.

“I also want to go,” Delta adds. “After everything that has happened to us, there is no way to be sure we can trust the scientists here. I do not want them to be the ones that find Church, and I do not want to let them use the rest of us for potentially insidious purposes,”

Delta pauses a moment, looking toward Sigma and Omega thoughtfully, then turns back to Tex.

"You let me choose before. When I wanted to stay with York. I didn't get a choice later. I was taken away from him, and then taken again, and again, and again. This time, I would like to go with you..."

"I really... I appreciate that, Delta. I do," Tex says. She knows how much York meant to him.

“I want to go… I want to go…” that was Eta and Iota, speaking in unison.

“I know you two don’t like to be separated… but you both don’t have to come just because one of you wants to,” Tex tells the twins.

“I know that… I understand… I want to go because I don’t like it here… I want to go because I’m curious about Church… we both want to know where he is… and we both want to actually be free…” well, they sounded pretty darn sure. Tex wasn’t going to argue.

“I want to go,” this was the first time Gamma spoke on his own, outside of the group. “I also want to ask you something,”

“What’s that, Gamma?” Tex turns her attention to him.

“If you can be called Tex, and Alpha can be called Church… can I be called Gary? I liked being Gary. Being Gary with Wyoming was fun… it was fun being Gary when I met Alpha while he was Church. If we're going to find Church again, then I want to be Gary again,” his odd, mechanical voice doesn’t really indicate tone or emotion… and he IS technically the “Deciet” AI, so usually what he says is either a lie or a tricky joke. Somehow, he sounds… very sincere.

“Sure thing. You can be Gary,” that’s only fair, after all.

Now she looks over toward the last two AIs… who have been keeping quiet this whole time. Good, because she TOLD them to. She isn’t excited about ruining this wonderful world that DOESN’T have their voices in it, but… she needs to hear their answers.

“You guys can talk, now…”

“I want to go,” Sigma answers promptly. He probably wants to elaborate on that, but whatever his reasons might be, he’s at least being cooperative.

"That simple?" Tex asks him.

"No... no, there's more. A lot more. I could try explaining, and I could try apologizing, but we don't have time for all of it right now. All that matters is- I want to go, and I want to help," Sigma finished.

"OK. I believe you," Tex answered... and yeah. She really did. "Omega?"

“I… don’t want to stay here… I guess I might as well go, too…” that was probably the closest Omega was going to get to sounding agreeable. In a way, Tex could appreciate how he probably felt, mildly embarrassed over past incidents but not wanting to grovel for forgiveness.

"Yeah, I guess you might as well," Tex almost laughed.

"Besides, at some point, you'll probably need me... somebody has to do the dangerous work," he added. It was Omega's way of being protective, she could see that.

"Listen, I've got some sore feelings, which I think is fucking fair under the circumstances, but I- I know you two aren't just... the evil AI, or the hateful AI. So I'm not going to treat you both like your evil. Or like I hate you. Because I don't. Even if I'm still kinda pissed. Well get used to each other again as we go," Tex explained; a bit of an olive branch. They nodded in response; accepted.

Tex can already tell, she's not going to keep being so harsh with Sigma and Omega... they wanted to do this. Tex is thankful for that. It was true, they weren't all bad. They did bad things, certainly, but so has she, and if they were ever going to move on, they had to start by treating each other better. If those two AI feel differently about her plan later, but didn't intend to hurt anybody, she won't begrudge them that freedom.

“Alright then… thank you. ALL of you. This won’t be easy, and I’m not sure what’s going to happen… but this is something we CHOSE. It will be our decision. And we’ll figure it out together,”

After she instructs them to keep this a secret from the people at the lab, Tex leaves the vault and goes back to her body. She almost just jumped the gun and told them they should try and leave NOW, because she wants to really DO something… but she still has to be careful. She has to wait. Just a little longer.

[moo-moo-moon-writing]

Yandere? Monster OC Headcanons

A/N; Hi, shameless plug but please check out part one and part two of my yandere (?) monster series! I'm so thankful for all of the support I got for part one, yet part two has not gained any traction, so... Anyways, here are some facts about my monster oc. Note that he does not have a name, but I am open to opinions on what they should be named. As always, send in asks! Legit can be about anything, not even just this series. I also take requests! At the bottom will be part one and part two.

TW/CW; Scary (?) monster, not really overly yandere, light mentions of missing/dead people, not detailed kidnapping, being held hostage, no hope, very (very) light manipulation, I did read over this over and over but there may be a spelling mistake...? I believe that is all. Perhaps teratophilia yet it is not really romantic as of this time.

Word Count; 1,009... Hopefully that is a decent amount for headcanons, especially since there will be more parts probably.

So first of all, they do not have a name and do not even realize that humans have names until you explain it to them. It kind of shows how long people usually survive with them… 

They are also, despite their cheerful attitude, easily irritable. This comes with the fact that they are some sort of demonic monster thing, that is how most of them are. 

I should also probably mention exactly where they live (as well as now you, if you do not annoy them that is)... They call it the Dark-Realm, and instead of calling Earth… Earth, they call it the Dirt-Realm. Everything is pitch black within the Dark-Realm, gravity being a myth there as well, and when light and gravity is present they are a lot more weak. Anyways, you won't be seeing any sort of light anytime soon.

They do not have a more human form, when on Earth, they actually hide away. Actually, when the monster found you they were hiding upon the top of the street lamp. You didn't take it down yourself, yet with gravity in effect, they weigh a lot… You just had amazing timing, didnt you? 

A bit more about their kind; not many of them actually speak any human languages. They interact with grunts and huffs usually, and they view loudness as joy usually… When screams are heard, just like the monster, they also view it as a thing of joy. They get annoyed when people overuse it, so… 

They also do not have faces, they have the indents within their faces where eyes and mouths and noses should be, yet they are not there at all. They can however, gain faces in unconventional ways, yet it is not common. 

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Moving on and focusing just on the monster, they are for sure not into romance nor being crazy crazy for you just yet. Romance is not a well known thing amongst their kind, and my oc has personally had to take care of a lot of humans in general, so getting attached is a bit hard. 

One way to get them attached to you is if you explain names to them and give them one, especially if it is one that they can say easily. They will only let you use that name and won't really tell anyone else about it. 

Their main focus is being a good friend, as long as you are as well. Scream when they want, be quiet when they want, and just be around them and they are happy enough. 

They will take you to Earth a lot, let you be in the light, especially after they learn that the darkness within their house and realm causes your head to hurt a lot. Can't be a good friend if they're the one causing you headaches, right? 

They also do not understand the fact that you had friends and family before they took you, for like romance, that is also an unfamiliar concept within their species and the Dark-Realm. You only have friends there. 

They do not get jealous at all either, when you do interact with other monsters like them, they aren't the most interested and can't really understand you much other than your facial expressions, so you can't really get someone else to try and help you escape. 

You can try to run while on Earth, yet you won't get far. They do not see it as an escape attempt, and instead see it as simply seeking out friends! Yet where there is light, there is darkness, which is where they will always lurk. When you have wandered long enough, they pick you up, like any good friend would!

It is nearly impossible for you to try and contact the police or any sort of authorities, or even friends and family, it is hard to explain the situation you are currently in after all, who would even believe in you? 

After you finally get used to this new lifestyle you were forced into, and actually start to talk to the monster, you realize that while not the most mentally a-ok, they are not the worst thing you could have ended up with… It didn't even really take much manipulation from them either, just sweet old time. 

After you two officially become friends (more official than they believed before), they start to make home accommodations for you to make it more comfy for you. They let you have a light on you (just don't flash them), as well as a tv! Just don't let it be too loud, don't question where they got it from or how it works, and don't prefer it more than them. 

While not easily jealous, they are easily annoyed (they do not view it as jealousy), so you only get five hours of tv time and the rest is either sleeping or friendship time! They personally don't watch tv with you, so it gives you alone time and time for them to get you gifts. 

Speaking of gifts, you once ran into your house when trying to make friends one time! They found it and while they didn't like how it looked at all (too bright), they brought things from it here and there. 

They aren't overly touchy, afraid to perhaps hurt you, the most you get is the pinch of the front of your shirt or perhaps being carried to bed. Despite being energetic and somewhat childish, they do care about your health a lot, despite how they apparently “took you from your life”. 

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Yes, they are easily irritated (especially at first) and it takes you a moment to get used to things, but compared to others of their kind who would not understand you were… “Lucky” to be caught up with this thing. You even get to name them, how nice. 

You're allowed to have friends, both monstrous and human, yet you always must remember that you are their best friend and that's final. 

I may have another part with more… Romantic headcanons if people desire them.

Part One/Two;

[harimenui-forever]

I do not wish to be mean, but like, I feel like the format of tmagp is making the horror lesser for me... some stories are too quick for the fear to sink in (first episode) or like it happens at the very end so you don't really get much of it and it just kinda leaves you there (episode 5), episode 6 is very silly to me and like I think it knows that? But that doesn't make it scary and maybe it doesn't want to be idk.

Episodes 2, 3 and 4 are good. They're not necessarily scary, the bit with the tattoo in episode two is kinda silly? But the face thing is good. It's shocking, a different kind of dread but sure.

Episode 3 made me frustrated at the guy, then I realised he couldn't actually leave and like yeah the idea of this is kinda creepy and the acceptance and just I dunno how to put it, it works, but it did not make me shiver with fear yknow?

Episode 4 was fun, probably my favourite, but it's not very scary. To me it makes up for that with the story though, the themes, the morality and the time it takes to go through the story. It adds gravity to it. It's a fucked up lil episode with a lot of story and character

All in all, I have a feeling that the horror is not as much of a focus as it used to be in tma, which might be great for other people, but I've always appreciated the horror of tma, even when I liked the characters and the story. And I understand comparing the two is a bit strange, but... I understand that the "statements" are different here, they're not from scared people who survived something weird/horrible, they're from people who are deep into becoming something else (?), from people who have not survived most likely and, just like for them, there's not enough time for us to be afraid before it's over. And there are strengths to this approach too, I just...

I've relistened to the Anglerfish, because I was scared that perhaps I've just grown numb to the horror, but no. I could still feel the shivers run down my spine, I could still feel the dread building with every new detail, every new small thing that was off and just... terrifying.

The first episodes are so widely different when it comes to horror I think. And it's hard to put my finger on it, but I feel like the role of the investigation afterwards is missing and with it some of the horror.

It feels unfair to compare an entire episode statement with just one statement from the two in tmagp ep 1, but hear me out.

The reveals in mag1 are just very well done. You have the setting being creepy, you have the line being repeated and reenacted in that weird tone twice, before the guy notices on the 3rd time that the figure is not opening its mouth. You have the swaying pointed out multiple times and each time it feels a bit more extreme, weirder, the simile used to describe it, the anglerfish, is so vivid and creepy and RIGHT. When he realises its feet are not touching the ground. The weird way it disappears. AND THEN, because he survived you get the reveal of him finding cigarettes there the next day and connecting them to the missing person. That could have been him. But that's not all, sure Jon is a little bitch, but the reveal of more disappearances adds more credibility. And THEN the cherry on top is the photo, the hand (?), beckoning.

Now let's look at the email from tmagp1. It is very short. There is a set up yes, but the reveal is just...immediate, it lacks the suspense. Like the concept is scary. But the laughter, the laughter is just...sooooo, it's not that scary. Just, it's harder to describe what's not working here than it is to describe what DOES work in mag1. I guess I could focus on the absence of things...

Man, I do sound like an old man swearing at a cloud, my friend would laugh at me and call me 240 years old, I am never beating the allegations

Anyway, in short, I know this podcast aims to be different. I can see it. The character interactions, the more intrusive listening in etc. However, in my humble opinion, the horror gets the short end of the stick here. I wish it didn't