#I'll elaborate more in the morning when my brain wakes up

[dire-kumori]

2 ways i'd continue with the whole time is breaking lots of evil robots Idea. (This is not me saying you should end the AU!! I just like sharing my ideas-)

Normal idea: The Afton siblings work together and kill the reaper along with scrap trap and scrap baby. I don't know why but I imagine that Elizabeth and Evan fire a bunch of fireworks directly into the reaper's chest and then they explode and he explodes- The reaper is killed and like everything goes back to normal basically- Michael wakes up and begins his life with no reaper... Maybe everything goes the way it's supposed to maybe it doesn't... Maybe things will be better this time...?

Crackpot idea: Okay so I'm gonna sound insane but... What if instead of teaming up with scrap trap... scrap baby actively tries to help her pass self and the other Afton siblings? Like roll reversal (Mike's the rampaging murderer and Elizabeth is The one trying her best to make up for past mistakes) Anyway team up happens, Mike get one-on-one withh the reaper. the reaper goes on this long monolog about how: "You honestly think that killing me will stop all of this? No matter what you do our dad's always gonna be a b******, we're always going to be a terrible son and everything we care about will always fall to pieces..." Somehow The reaper, Mike and scrap trap are all kind of in a room together... scarp trap attacks past Mike in his anger and nearly kills him. Reaper realizes how terrible he's been watching his father nearly kill his past self (he's turned into the thing he's hated most) Saves past Michael. Kind of breaks the cycle and time sort of fixes itself... Everything from the future is mostly sent back. (A couple things are still in the past-) Including adult Michael and scrap baby. They basically warn their past selves not to trust their dad and then just leave. Planning on finding something better... Theaften siblings are left confused mentally scarred and miraculously alive. All of them agree that no matter what they're not turning into those things.. This one is more of just a branch off idea- Again very crackpot..

Normal idea:

We bring in the new year with fireworks. Marking the end of the time loop with fireworks feels only too appropriate!

Normally the Reaper can track Mike wherever he goes, but with the appearance of countless time traveling animatronics, not to mention multiple iterations of Michael Afton, the Reaper's memories are becoming disjointed and confused. He's lost his biggest weapon, and the Afton siblings are finally able to gain the upper hand. Springtrap and Scrap Baby and the Reaper all close in on the house, hunting each other and hunting young Mike. There's a big argument, but eventually Mike convinces them that he should be the bait to lure the monsters into a trap. While Michael leads them into the basement, Evan and Elizabeth prep the fireworks outside.

I'm gonna gloss over the long, arduous battle, the Scraps brawling with Reaper and the Reaper brutalizing young Mike, young Mike barely escaping by the skin of his teeth, drenched in his own and the Reaper's blood as he crawls out of the house. Long story short, monsters are trapped inside, tearing one another apart in a gory display while the Afton children put an end to this nightmare in a show of sparks and flame. They sit and watch their childhood home burn, and feel a sense of peace as time crumbles around them.

When they next wake up, it's at the side of a small pond in a black and red world.

Crackpot idea:

This makes for a pretty interesting idea! Okay, I'm gonna say that Scrap Baby still starts out following Scraptrap, still determined to earn her father/creator's love. But as her pursuit of the Reaper leads her to the Afton kids, she comes across that girl. The one from her memories/nightmares. The one whose voice she can sometimes still hear, screaming. Baby freezes. Long enough for Elizabeth and her brothers to get away from Scrap Baby. When he finds out that she let them escape, Scraptrap is furious with Scrap Baby. He makes sure to let her know what a disappointment she is before he resumes his own hunt.

The shock of seeing her past self has caused Elizabeth's soul to awaken inside of Scrap Baby. She begins to remember. And slowly, she begins to break free of Circus Baby's murderous programming. Suddenly the Afton kids gain a powerful new ally in the fight against the Reaper.

And she's not the only one. I didn't touch much on it earlier, but the other animatronics, even as they're going berserk, won't harm children. Kids all over town are being ripped away from their parents, adults left in bloody heaps in the streets as the animatronics sequester the children somewhere 'safe.' Of the animatronics, only a select few seem to have any sense of reason. The Puppet watches the carnage and weeps, searching for the cause of it. She knows on an instinctive level, that William and the Aftons are involved. And as she chases down Scraptrap, she discovers the newly awakened Scrap Baby, and soon the Afton children, sticking together and trying to survive in this hellscape.

Fast forwarding again, sadly, this ends with everyone being forced to say goodbye. Once time resets, nothing that shouldn't physically exist in 1981 (that's when I'm saying this takes place now, even though I never specified before) remains. Only thoughts and memories. To the Afton kids, this whole event will become one long, particularly vivid nightmare. To Scrap Baby, the Reaper, the Puppet and all the others, it's the end of the world. The future in which they come to be is erased, despite time resetting, as although nothing physically remains out of time, the event still leaves psychic scars on the Afton kids. For Mike in particular, this event lingers as a particularly vivid dream he never fully forgets, though it does fade in time. Michael, Elizabeth, and Evan aren't the same kids they were before the Reaper entered their lives, and they don't make the same choices or mistakes that they might have without his intervention.

[konigbabe]

'plagiarism' issue

Not one for drama, yet I want to bring attention to this. I won’t elaborate on this issue more.

So it happened.

A while ago but it remains slowly nipping at my brain. For that case, I have decided to write it all down and collect my thoughts using this post.

My work like real people do (and the whole thought/idea behind it) has been taken, rewritten, tweaked and published as someone else's idea (that they apparently had since spring). I asked them to take it down privately. They did add my @ and for some time, I was content until they started creating the whole "universe" around it and taking praise for it even tho it's not their original idea.

The dark side of fanfiction is that there is not much I can do but at least I can make awareness about the issue.

Starting this with some definitions and clearance:

plagiarism: "Presenting work or ideas from another source as your own...by incorporating it into your work without full acknowledgment.[1]"

I love this by Wattpad themself:

What if they give credit?

"It is still plagiarism even if you give credit. Even when someone uses an artist's base or picture they are expected to change it up to become something new, rather than just running it through a filter, or tweaking it with a few minor edits. There is a major difference between copying another person's storyline and making edits and actually writing a story.[2]"

Now to the point:

For LRPD, I have created a very specific premise that I haven't read/seen before:

Leon is a single dad of a young girl (didn't specify age but definitely a preteen, around fourth grade).

He is absent from his daughter's life, especially from her school activities. He becomes this "enigma" for the teachers.

The daughter doesn't have a mother. 

Teacher!reader is concerned for the daughter's wellbeing so one day, when Leon picks her up, she requires to have a talk with him.

During the talk, he offers her a dinner instead of having to participate in school activities.

Teacher!reader and Leon sleep together during the first off-school meeting. 

Teacher!reader wakes up before Leon and looks at his exposed [muscular] back.

Teacher!reader searches for the bathroom, notices Leon’s poorly decorated apartment except for his daughter’s stuff. 

Teacher!reader is reffered to as "Miss teacher" in this universe.

They copied almost THE WHOLE premise. It'd be okay to write your own version of single dad Leon and his kid's teacher - I don't own the trope - but following the SAME ORIGINAL STORYLINE is not okay [with me]...

The parts after "Keep reading" consists of photo 'evidence' of the similarities (some are less obvious but I'll mention them regardless). It is LONG because I have a lot to say.

LRPD was published May 2, 2023, their story was published August 14, 2023.

Fun fact: Few days ago, I created a separate masterlist for the series and few days later, they did the same thing.

: ̗̀➛ Example 1 - Leon sits on the chair

My story (LRPD):

Theirs:

: ̗̀➛ Example 2 - Could've been a...

My story (LRPD):

Theirs:

: ̗̀➛ Example 3 - Leon's absent from his daughter's life, especially from her school activities, and teacher!reader saying that he should be more present...

My story (LRPD):

Theirs:

: ̗̀➛ Example 4 - Leon snaps because the kid's mother is mentioned (also mention of him having his arms folded during the meeting which the other person mentioned earlier in their work)...

My story (LRPD):

Theirs:

: ̗̀➛ Example 5 - Leon invites you to dinner instead of attenting the school event…

My story (LRPD):

Theirs:

: ̗̀➛ Example 6 - Aunt Claire makes an appereance (mentioned only)

My story (LRPD):

Theirs:

: ̗̀➛ Example 7 (NSFW) - Teacher!reader worried where is Leon's kid during heavy make-out session that leads to s*x (they did wrote a full original smut scene, which I skipped so idk if there are any familiarities; I have decided that a full smut scene doesn't do it for me in this story)

My story (LRPD):

Theirs:

: ̗̀➛ Example 8 - Morning after

My story (LRPD):

Theirs:

: ̗̀➛ Example 9 - Leon's apartment description (they basically just simplified my abstact, "show, don't tell" description)

My story (LRPD):

Theirs:

: ̗̀➛ Example 10 - Aunt Claire calls to tell Leon to pick his daughter in the morning after

My story (LRPD):

Theirs:

: ̗̀➛ Example 11 - AND Miss Teacher's significant petname has an alternative but also makes an appereance (in the same formating on top of that)

My story (LRPD):

Theirs - NSFW (alternative + miss teacher):

They were smart by rewritting it in their own words but it still lays heavy on my chest that a story I have crafted for WEEKS has been taken from me like that. It's more glaring if you read both stories instead of me splitting it into excerpts (and I didn't insert all of them as there is a limit to pictures per post).

Taking inspiration or straight-up rewritting someone's detailed idea is a difference.

Sources:

[1] https://www.ox.ac.uk/students/academic/guidance/skills/plagiarism

[2] https://www.wattpad.com/128409012-how-to-write-fanfiction-plagiarism-vs-inspiration

[jabbage]

I keep seeing a post floating around from an aspec person saying how they'd been made to feel monstrous and broken and wrong.

I went through those feelings in my teens and twenties and had some really dark times. I think that society gives us such limited views of what happiness and success look like, and it can be crushing. If you're someone who knows you're not going to pair off or get married or have kids, it's hard to know what a happy domesticity looks like?

I'm in my early 30s now, and I'm so contented with my life. I thought I'd share a little, in case it gives anyone a bit of hope to see one form a happy life can take which isn't perhaps the mainstream?

I wake up to find my little cat purring on my chest, and I give her a cuddle.

I get dressed in a new suit I've brought. I realised recently that off-the-shelf clothes never fit me right, so I've been saving up money to have them adjusted at a tailor. It fits perfectly now and I feel great in it. It's taken a while, but I feel like I've finally nailed a style for myself.

I walk to work, through the park so I can admire the flowers. This takes longer, but it gives me some exercise and I enjoy having the time to think. I stop off at a shop on the way and get some nice sandwiches, my favourite kind of pastry and a drink. Normally I make a pack lunch, but this is my weekly Tuesday Treat.

I have a morning meeting with some of my coworkers, who I feel value me and my work. Personal organisation in my worklife has been a struggle for me, but recently I realised I'm one of those folks who probably has ADHD and wasn't caught by the system. Just knowing this has given me so many new tools which are designed for the way by brain works, and I feel so much more confidant.

For the rest of the day instead of staying in my office I work on a picnic table in the sunshine, occasionally stopping to watch some skateboarders. At lunchtime I eat the food I bought, and I chec discord and catch up with online shenanigans. I enjoy having friendships I've forged with people across the world. I love to visit people and to travel, and my independent lifestyle gives me chance to do that. I also like having people over to stay. I like to say I'm like Bilbo Baggins, I live along in my little hobbit hole but if you come round I'll cook you an elaborate dinner and put you up for the night.

After work I go on a free guided history walk around my local area, and find out about lots of little historical things of interest I hadn't seen before. I also meet new people. Even if I never see them again, it's nice to have that moment of connection. When I get home, I video call with my parents and we share our news with each other.

I cook a quick dinner - these days I don't put pressure on myself to do anything too elaborate. I figure if frozen chopped onion and ready meals help me to eat moderately well and keep healthy, I'll use them. I have some cream which needs using, so eat it with some absolutely monstrous strawberries.

I check my personal emails with my cat purring away on my lap. I've got a little side gig writing and illustrating. I worry that I'm not very good and It doesn't make me much money and I know I'll never be famous (do I even want to be?!), but I do enjoy it. Sometimes I'm confronted with a pile of rejections which can hurt, but it's all good stuff today: the money from a book I worked on came in. There are some more details about a talk I'm giving at the British Library later this year. My agent is sending some possible opportunities my way.

I still have a few hours before bed, so I work on a creative project for a bit. Not something I'm being paid for today: it's a personal craft project. I realised a while ago I have a bad habit of monetising everything, so now I make sure to set aside time in the week to work on things that will be presents for myself or friends.

And then when it gets to about 11, I snuggle under the covers and read PG Wodehouse. I giggle. A lot.

It's been a hard slog, but I suddenly find that I'm a very happy person. There's no partner-shaped or child-shaped hole in my life. I'm content. Every life has highs and lows of course, some days are better than others. I'm sure I'll have many troubles to face in the future, but I consider my asexuality to be a positive and joyful facet of my life.

[kenxmatsui]

He leaned into her touch with a slow exhale, the only one who could calm his thoughts in such a manner, nodding to what she said he agreed to that wholeheartedly, "No other lifetimes." He wanted to promise her that but words died before they could be uttered, why his brain chimed it'll just be another point of failure. He didn't have the energy to refute that no matter how much he wanted to. But the other, that he could confirm, "Of course. You can't be surprised like that when I say such things, I need you to believe it, babe, who else but you?" Hands wrapped around, a kiss to the top of her head as she clung to him. If there was a moment where he could pause time, now would be that moment. He had to wonder her reaction if he elaborate on what he said, spill his thoughts on the topic, reveal future plans…but this wasn't the time for it. Not so open, not so publicly, not when she pouted at him like that in the next beat.

This needed more thought than he had allocated for it, but when she spoke on her struggles, he had to give in. His hauntings were his own, they had their own way to torture him in waking moments and would likely hit worse if gave into sleep, but for her.. for her he would bear it. He couldn't be so selfish to keep her from such a thing, away from horrors was part of the promise to protect was it not? And to think he was keeping from sleeping when she required it and he did not outweighed any reasonings creeping fear came up with. He did not allow himself to feel such a thing anymore. "Alright," he said after a heavy swallow, trying to keep his voice level and even, "I don't want you to keep going through that. I'll sleep." And off in the corners of his mind, a door opened, releasing an unsettling gust through him, laughter echoing on that wind.

The switch now drew confusion back onto his face, "But I did? I said I was aware, I saw Rohan this morning. Again, don't bother was an answer to you saying you won't bother." With a deep breath, he continued, "Look, it's clear to me now that I didn't pick up your tone when you first said it. To say one thing and mean something else is not a skill I'm well versed in." He had scanned her statements for sarcasm too, but that he knew how to spot on since it was something he used heavily, but hers held a something else he failed to recognise. He could not tell if she was playing him nor did he have the energy to autopsy more words to find what she wanted him to do, picking one thing that stood out, he followed that path, "There was nothing to acknowledge with that, your expatiation on Todd made me file it away because you felt so strongly on it, which isn't bad if that's what you thought. We have differing opinions." Ken listened to her explain he shook his head, "That's not selfish, that word holds more weight than you're giving it. At least to me it does. You knocking off that hat was the right move, not damning a person, it's a ghost. Ghost. Incorporeal spirit. And Rohan knows my thoughts on the matter too." He softened the edges of his tone, "I'm not here to upset you more but if you want me to say it fine. I don't think it's good news for Todd either, he's tethered to Rohan, that's not a life. Which, sure, is rich coming from someone living on borrowed time, but there you go. If he's happy then fantastic, my opinions won't change his outlook on life. Todd looks at you like that because you're one of the only ones that tried to do something, if you don't see that as an act of kindness and caring, then I really don't know what else to say. If any of that sounded harsh and caused your hurt to increase, I'm sorry, but you wanted me to speak on it."

Another switch had him shut eyes tight trying to process yet again. "What? That's…" Christ. "You're upset I don't find you cute? Did I not just say you're irresistible? Or is it because I didn't kiss you? I'm thoroughly confused." And emotionally spent trying to figure this out too but he faced her anyway and so taken aback by the sharpness at which she said that again he genuinely couldn't help the laugh that bubbled out, "Yes, I heard you the first time, I'm still processing that you actually need me to confirm. Suresh was likely trying to rile you up, and I think you fell for it." Casting the very public place they were in and his discomfort on it aside for a minute since it became obvious what she wanted, intimacy naturally laced his words as he wrapped arms around her waist, the act alone easing the static in his head to a clearer space, "You do realise I'm in love with you, right? Or is that going to come as another surprise? I really didn't think that was something that needed to be said but…" He bent his head to place a trail of kisses along her neck, "Is this proof enough that I don't want Suresh or do you need more? If yes, please not here."

"Hey," Her voice no more than a soft murmur as she lifted herself up onto her tiptoes. Her thumb lightly brushed across his cheek as she cupped his face in her hands, guiding his gaze down to meet her. "Look at me, I'm right here. I promise. No more hypotheticals, okay?" She assured him. "I didn't- I didn't mean it like that. I just was trying to say that you're it for me? And- well," She chewed lightly on her bottom lip as she admitted, "I can't imagine a life without you? I won't. I won't do it. That's... that's all? Though," as he pressed her lips against her forehead and told her he'd find her in every life time, she wanted to swoon. And yet the thought of their being another lifetime made her brows furrow and her bottom lip jut out once more into a pronounced pout. "There won't be any more lifetimes." That was a promise. Just as he couldn't do hypotheticals, she didn't want to hear about another life. Not when she was certain that she wouldn't regenerate. Not after everything. She'd rather it be it than live on knowing that she'd be forced to lose this. "But," Her eyes widened. Her expression softening as he told her she was forever. "I am?" She blinked over at him. The sentiment likely shouldn't have surprised her at this point and, yet, seeing how she had never been anyone's everything it did. He had been it for her for over a year now, but to hear it said back meant more to her than he could possibly know. "Mhm," She ducked her chin in as she moved to burry her face back against his chest. The faintest murmur of an 'I love you' filled the air around them as she clung onto him. Cheeks flushing pink with each passing breath.

At the rejection of sleep, however, her arms fell back to her sides. Her gaze dropping to the ground as she muttered under her breath, "Not nothing. I wouldn't have to wake up screaming if you did." If he would only sleep next to her, even for one night, she could escape her own nightmares that tormented her relentlessly. They had been bad when she had been living with Dilan, but now they were even worse. The image of him having his neck slit open and the pain she had felt from being shoved off of the clock tour lived on repeat in her head. And then there was their fight in the dreamscape, only in her night terrors, she entered his dream to find herself stumbling upon his limb body rather than the reverse. She didn't know how much longer she'd be able to bear it. But, if she could only dream walk, then they both would able to escape their nightmares. She could slip into his head and alter their surroundings so that they were curled up at home or wandering around the streets of Paris. She thought she might be able to help them both. Take advantage of her abilities for once. But, once again she found herself needing him far more than he would ever need her.

"Nothing," She shook her head. "I was just saying how you made me soft is all. Y-yeah, but not too badly? It was only a few scratches, but okay. You don't have to be a part of it. Same thing! If you really found me that cute, you wouldn't be immune," She countered. Though, her heart did leap as he told her that he believed her when it came to Suresh without needing an explanation as to what had gone down. It almost made her feel a little guilty to be roping in Ken to get someone back for essentially complimenting him, even if the compliment went too far and had seriously crossed a line.

"You didn't say you already knew so I didn't have to tell you though. You said 'don't bother'. There is a difference and one is far harsher than the other," She contested. "And I never said that I thought it was 'good news' that Todd was back. I said 'the good news for Todd' which is again different. Todd got his life back after being dead for forty years. So, yeah, judging from his reaction, he was happy to be alive. But, just because I don't wish him dead, doesn't mean that I wanted him to come back this way and I don't like you implying such or pulling away when you're about to kiss me because I clearly something I said rubbed you the wrong way but rather than just acknowledge it, you, well, did that," She frowned as the rejected feeling she had felt when he pulled back made its way to the forefront of her brain. "Don't do that. Don't stand there and act like I'm the only one who feels slighted here. You pulled away from me and first might I add. It's no wonder I'd be hurt when you do something like that," She grumbled out. Her gaze falling back to her shoes as she rocked back and forth. All too hyper aware of the way her cheeks were heating in embarrassment for having to admit that she was hurt by the fact he hadn't kissed her when he had clearly been about to.

"I was going to, if you hadn't told me my cuteness had no affect on you. And yeah I did! You weren't there. You don't get it. He was sweet and genuinely thankful for even a minute of his life back. He wanted to live and badly. But, all I could think about was Rohan. I knocked the hat he was possessing off Ro's head the second I had an opening and damned a person who had been imprisoned for the past forty years back into that torment. I did that. Without missing a beat, I chose Ro. So, what was I supposed to do? Let Todd stayed trapped there for the rest of time knowing that I was the one who put him back in that cage? How would I live with myself? Selfishly, I made a petition to resolve some of my stupid guilt and you know the worst part? He doesn't blame me one bit. Todd looks at me when I'm some hero when I was petitioning to have him exorcised." Or shoved into an unoccupied corpse, but having his soul return to his body hadn't been an option she would have ever consider. Not when it meant someone else would have to die in his stead. She didn't deserve Todd's thanks. She had made the petition for herself for selfish reasons. Not for him, but so that she could feel better about herself at the end of the day for looking out for her friend and Todd was too pure of soul to hold it against her.  

"Because he wants to fuck you," She reiterated, having thought she had been clear enough already when it came to what Suresh's intentions were. "And he doesn't care that I'm in the picture," She heaved a sigh, turning back on the balls of her feet to look up at him. "You know you could say that you don't want to fuck him back. That is an option," She mumbled out once more, not knowing how she should exactly take silence when it came to something like that. "I'll stay. But only if you promise you don't find Suresh attractive in the slightest and no lying."

[1111jenx]

🤎Astro Obs Rants IX🤎

Hey all I'm back with another astro observations post! I want to recreate something I did when I first started this blog:) You can check it out here. Lemme tell you I've been holding this one in for way too long and again this is from my pov;) No one is safe.

1. I often see how people make fun of fixed Sun (Taurus, Scorpio, Leo, Aquarius) for being stubborn but I don't see how people make fun of fixed Sun+ fixed Moon combo? When I see this in someone's chart I just look at them in disbelief LOL. Y'all really wake up and choose to be mad stubborn, lowkey clingy, EXTREMELY possesive, wayyyyyy too laid-back (in public) with (serious) hidden anger issues huh.

[ my bestie is a taurus sun aquarius moon and when we were 13 she got jealous over my new puppy because " I was giving him more attention". I'll end this at that. ]

2. Pisces Moon is the next Aries Moon. Y'all being neighbour and too close on the wheel so you guys vibe so well. People say they get along well for no reason? Sir, the reason is because Pisces Moon can be as impulsive and aggressive (with a minor delusional issue) as Aries Moon. Pisces Moon passed the vibe check as they're able to mold or transform themselves into literally whoever and whatever the f they want. Aries Moon love this. They feel understood and listened too and lowkey Pisces Moon adoreeeeee Aries Moon's daring spirits, they feel that its easy to relate to one another as they're locked inside a room on time-out for breaking windows and slashing tires during one of their tantrums😁 (also aries moon are v sensitive, don't tell them I told you this.)

3. Respectfully. Sagittarius Sun needs to slow down on that dr*g or whatever addictive substances they're taking. I'm just kidding, lemme elaborate. So far, I notice that there's two type of Sagittarius Sun:

The first type is very um how do i put this, prude, with their clean cut and clothes, lowkey nerdy but hot(?!) but for both guys and girls as they're hella focus on school and don't wanna indulge in anything because "it's bad for your brains" and they think partying is fun but they still don't wanna risk their education for that lifestyle💀 The second type is truly a chaotic mess but they're also my favourite. Literal e-girl/boy vibes with their dyed hair and slit eyebrows and vapes(i don't support this lifestyle guys don't come for me) They also are so open to whatever and are down for whatever. The type of future parents who would tell their kids something like "C*cain? yeah I did it when I was in 11th grade it's fun and all that but that life aint it dawg"💀💀💀 Gosh their chaotic asses are so relatable and funny and sweet at the same time. Let's discuss how nurturing Sag Sun can be.

[ when I was in my first year in uni, one of my closest friends was a Sag sun and on Halloween that year, after a night of partying and doing illegal *subtances*🙃somehow this weirdo still managed to sober up and walked back to our dorm which was 30 minutes away, put 4 girls in their room before checking the taxi price and decided not to get one cause "ion have 10 dollars to spare" and the next morning we saw her private stories being filled with how she was chased by a skunk and she smhow escaped it. (she videotaped the whole thing while she was running💀) mind you this gurl was coked out not sober. And again, respectfully, most of my Sag sun friends gave off this energy🤣 ]

4. Libra Rising needs therapy. Yes you guys are gorgeous but still, therapy please. Years of slow burn anger towards their family/ childhood and fake friends create this rebel mindset and love for toxic people/situations/ relationships. I'm not even kidding most Libra Rising I know have at least tried to "tame" or "change" someone at least once. I know you guys have 7H Aries but no Sarah, that guy with gangs relations who went to jail for a night is not your soulmate, he's from your hometown not Wattpad sweetie.

5. Gemini Venus get bad rep for being "flighty" and "changeable" in relationship. Well let's talk about the real devils in sheep's clothings. Leo Venus, Libra Venus, Aries Venus. Yeah I called y'all out didn't I? I'm a Leo Venus so I can say this, Leo Venus loves the chase wayyyyyyyy too much and somehow during that cat and mouse game they fall in love with the seretonin they get from it instead of the person, the type to look at you dead in the eyes and say " I think I'm falling for you🥺" but dip the second they realize you don't match up to their standards+ expectations, don't get me wrong tho we're hella loyal but that's not it babies😃👍🏼 Libra Venus is literally all of the above in a way too, but they'll just ghost you lmao. Might text you later to try to make amends cause they can't stand not being liked (true story) but that's about it. They're forgetful as hell so unless you had a glow up or something they won't even remember your name🤣🤣 Aries Venus is also all of the above but get bored even faster, they'll make the first move and all that and will try again and again until they find a better prey😋 With that being said, these 3 just need to find the right people who they deem at the same level though!

6. Hey Taurus Venus! Don't worry I didn't leave you out, I made a whole new entry for y'all❤️ Oh you guys got goosebumps as you read the Leo Venus thing? Yeah you should. Because doesn't that sound familiar huh. Taurus being ruled by Venus, yes y'all are diplomatic and charming and effortlessly loved, but thats the problem, y'all are effortlessly loved. You guys and Leo Venus should win King and Queen of Standards. Y'all standards are unimaginably high and then y'all settle for a 3 who you work with?😃💀 Obsessive as hell in relationships and can get so vengeful????? but can also be as prideful as Leo Venus and others don't even know this somehow???😀???? (jokes on u I'm a leo venus lets laugh at this together hahahahaha)

7. Cancer Sun gets mad at their stereotypes but isn't it funny how they all have a childhoods item they have kept since forever (my guess is a stuffed animal), how they all share a mild hoarding issues since they can't throw some stuff away because it's "memories" and how they all indulge in way too much hot drinks during the winter time as they lay on their couch with their s/o or pets. "I'm not sEnSiTiVe" then lose it on the first person who bad mouth abt their loved and swear on their ancestors grave to find that person's house and slash their tires and burn their stuff down before letting them defend themselves. yup. not sensitive. ( fun fact: i'm a cancer sun so you know i'm not joking ahhahahahaha. #selfawarenessday guys. )

8. Sagittarius Mars go from "bro let's go outside and strip and take pictures and then maybe we'll snowboard and do dr*gs before making a tiktok" to "why am i like this I'm unlovable." in the span of 30 minutes. I have stopped writing observations about them because I can't tell what they're doing next or what they're on right now. the type that dream abt participating an orgy in their chemistry class.

9. Fellow Mars conjunct/opposition/ trine/sextile Jupiter, yall win in life ( and in bed )🥳

10. Venus aspects to Mars (esp conjunct), tell me, how does it feel like to have that pussy power/ big d energy? And how ddoes your s/o still walking straight LOLL

11. People with Sun conjunct Saturn need to CHILL. see what I did there you guys just lose it for a sec didn't ya hehehe🤣 jk but PLEASE let people in, don't guard yourself like that all the time, theres power in confiding in others.

12. Virgo Moon are HELLA critical yes😌. But they're also always gonna give you a second chance (if they think you're sincere enough) Their softhearted ass is a sucker for feels. if you make it sounds realistic they'll open their arms in no time. Virgo Moons you see this? Stop doing that. Your ability to see the worst at people but secretly haveba soft spot for everyone is your best quality but also your worst, say no even though deep down you don't want to.

13. Yo Libra and Scorpio placements, tell me your secret please? How do you guys look like completely normal functional people by daytime but when no ones looking y'all are literally Satan's children? That sweet girl from work who you think is so sweet and caring is actually drafting her 15 pages long plan on getting back at her ex, steps by steps.

14. Virgo placements❤️ Please stop writing down everything that your s/o or loved ones fucked up that time in bullet points so you can use against them during arguments😁 It's scary how you have that list in your Note app on your phone, detailing when where how and what they did from the start to the end. Don't fight me on this I know yall have receipts. Hell I have seen it with my own eyes💀💀

15. Aquarius Sun men✨ that have Capricorn Venus🤝 trust issue 🤝 commitment issue 🤝 attachment issue 🤝 mild OCD 🤝

16. Moon in the 6th house, Aquarius Moon, Capricorn Sun, Scorpio Moon. This is your last warning. Stop going into hibernation every 3-5 business days we need to know if you're alive okay🙂

17. I don't care what you guys say. Sun conjunct Mercury and Moon conjunct Mercury win in life. Imagine being able to say whatever the hell you truly want and feel deep down. Okay yeah they have boundaries issues but still, just ✨imagine✨ *sigh in mercury sextille venus im a people pleaser*

18. Quick vibe check Venus 2nd house. No. Don't think about becoming a trophy wife yet, you're in school for Engineering, do your goddamn homework instead of dreaming about sipping mimosa and having sex on top a pile of money please😋

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love,

saint jenx🖤

[callemreine]

Brave face, talk so lightly(hide the truth)

'All my life, I've just wanted to make things easier for them.'

Au August

Day/Prompt: Day 26 - Soulmate

Ship: Prinxiety, brief logicality, creativitwins

Word count: 3k (I'm so sorry I got carried away)

Cw: swearing / brief murder mention / implied death / crying / nightmares(?) / anxiety mention / caps / claustrophobia(?)

A/N: the prompt is your dreams are your soulmate's memories. The title is from the song "Sick of losing soulmates" by dodie. I wrote the first 1/4 of this a few days ago and the rest in one sitting and I couldn't care less about proofreading it so Im so sorry if there are any mistakes ;-;

@tsshipmonth2020

I see a girl in the distance. She has her back turned. Long chocolate-colored hair tied in a low messy bun. My hand is reaching out to her. I feel this sudden longing to be held by this woman. Craving her caring and loving words. Telling me that everything is going to be alright.

Wait. Why is she getting farther away?

She looks back at me with a sad smile. Everything gets dark. I let my eyes stray from her to look around. When was I in a hospital corridor?

"I'm sorry, Pumpkin. You're gonna have to continue our adventure without me. But, fear not, Little one. I'll always be there by you. You just gotta learn to know where I am,"

She caresses my cheek, giving me the warmest smile I have ever received.

She's gone, suddenly. I touch my cheek, still feeling the ghost of her warm touch. Along with… something wet? Am- Am I crying?

"Roman!"

I don't move. I feel stuck. But, also free, somehow. Just unsure of what to do, I guess?

"Roman! Wake up. You idiot!

"Roman!

"Oh, thank all things unholy! I thought someone was in our room, trying to murder us! You were crying, and- and whispering stuff! And it's creeping me the fuck out! And I'm not easily creeped out, you know that" Remus exclaimed as he sat on Roman's chest, grabbing his twin’s shoulders.

"Man, you're soulmate must have some twisted memories," He continued, getting off of Roman and returning to his own bed across the room.

'Yeah. Twisted…' Roman thought.

~*~*~

"You okay there, Sweetie?" Roman heard from where his head was buried on the kitchen counter. "Yeah... Just thinking about my soulmate again," he admitted.

"Another bad dream?" His mom inquired as she sat next to Roman, patting his back. "It's not just that. It's about the move. Like, we're never really sure which of our memories they see, right? But, they've seen all my memories from this place. Like, they know where I've been my entire life…" he trailed off.

"I'm just not sure how they would feel seeing a whole new different place… They don't seem to be in a place to experience a big change right now. All my life, I've just wanted to make things easier for them. And, yeah, my dreams don't really change that much. But, I make an effort, y'know?" Roman looked up at his mom to seek at least some kind of reassurance.

"I understand what you mean, and I think that what you're doing is great. And I know that you're gonna be the bestest thing that's ever gonna happen to them. But, I'm really sorry. We don't really have any choice with this move. I know your soulmate is in a dark place right now, but you can't always do everything for them. You're also your own person," His mom hugged him.

Roman felt like he was hopeless in this situation. And, he was always hoping for the best. For his soulmate or otherwise. Maybe his mom was right about putting himself first sometimes.

~*~*~

Virgil was in his first period when someone he didn't expect to walk into his classroom… walks into his classroom… They were wearing an army green shirt, a denim jacket with neon green highlights and spikes at the bottom, ripped jeans, and platform boots with more spikes and vulgar words written on them. To say that this man was familiar was an understatement. He KNEW this man's entire life THROUGH his dreams.

Virgil felt like he was trespassing someone's life. Like, he wasn't supposed to know the man. And that, they shouldn't be in any way related. Especially to their sibling.

He wasn't really ecstatic about meeting his soulmate. IN SCHOOL NO LESS. It wasn't really an ideal 'meet-your-soulmate' place for someone like Virgil.

"Alright, students, I'm sure you've all noticed that we have a new student right here. Now, why don't you go and introduce yourself, Mister," their teacher said to the denim jacket guy.

"Umm. Sup? I'm Remus Duke Kingsley. Nice to meet you all. And, if you see a guy that looks like me but without the mustache and wears red all the time, he’s always loud, you can’t miss him. That's my twin brother, Roman. The boring one," Remus says, yawning by the end of his introduction.

'HOLY FUCK, TWINS?!' Virgil thought. Fortunately(or unfortunately, depending on which part of Virgil's brain you're asking), Remus already gave him a vague description of who to look out for.

~*~*~

Virgil continues his day and falls into his daily routine, which mostly includes attempting to avoid being perceived by anyone. It usually succeeds if you exclude his friend, Patton, from ‘anyone.’ He only hopes that his soulmate also sees Patton in their dreams cuz, to be honest, Patton is the ray of sunshine everyone needs. Yeah, he was also friends with Logan, but he’s more like a moon if you ask him.

Virgil goes into the cafeteria and sits at their usual table, his back facing the entire cafeteria. He takes out a paper bag from his bag and grabs the sandwich he bought earlier, not waiting for his friends.

A few moments pass before Logan and Patton reach his table. “Hey, kiddo! You alright?” Patton says as he sits down. Virgil just gives them a nod and continues to eat. “I heard this morning that there were new students,” Logan inquires before Patton interrupts “Oh yeah! They’re twins! I have first period with one of them. He’s really nice. Oh! Hey! Roman! Over here!” Patton shouts and waves his arm toward a student that just entered the cafeteria. “Hope you guys don’t mind that I invited him over to sit with us,” He continues and flashes both Virgil and Logan a smile no one could say no to.

“Hey, Patton.” The guy says to Patton. “Hope you guys don’t mind me crashing your table. I’m Roman by the way,” Roman says to the other two. “Pleasure to meet you, Roman. I’m Logan. And, no, we wouldn’t mind at all,” Logan answered him back. Roman looked over to Virgil who just nodded and said his name. Roman then proceeded to sit next to Virgil but not paying him any mind.

And, though Virgil seemed to be calm about the situation, his mind is currently in flames having his anxiety and his gay panic fight over each other. Virgil is currently waiting for who would win, that's why he seems so calm on the outside. After finishing his sandwich, he was trying to think of something he could do to keep himself from leaving and be noticed. He looked over to Logan, attentively listening to Patton talking about the dog he saw this morning. Roman was silently eating his lunch, also listening to Patton, but looking around the cafeteria every once in a while.

It seems that Virgil’s anxiety won the fight because he decided that he doesn’t want to stick around with his friends and his apparent soulmate without doing anything. So, he stands up and excuses himself from the group. "Hey! Wait!" Roman calls after him. Virgil stops a few feet from the table to look back at Roman who was already jogging towards him.

"Virgil, right?" He assures.

Virgil nods. "Ok, there’s just something I wanna ask you. Are those two soulmates?" Roman throws his thumb back, pointing at the two left at the table. "Cuz, as much as how adorable they look together, I kinda don't want to be stuck as a third wheel," he continues.

"Oh. Yeah, those two are soulmates. Sometimes, I wonder if they ever do notice me every time I leave the table," Virgil elaborates, looking back at his friends with a slight smile.

"Umm. Class doesn't start for a few more minutes. I was wondering if I could join you for a while? Wherever you were going…" Roman trailed off, realizing he didn't know where the shorter male was headed.

"Uhh. Yeah, sure. I was just headed to the courtyard to pass the time,"

'Shit. Virgil, why are you doing this?! Why did you agree?! You have anxiety!' Virgil mentally scolded himself.

"Ok. Cool. I'll just go get my stuff," Roman flashed Virgil a smile before heading back to the table.

'Fuck. I am so screwed,' Virgil thought.

~*~*~

"So, what's the deal with those two? I mean, how did they deal with the soulmates thing?" Roman finally spoke a few moments after they found a bench to settle on. "Uhh, well. Logan is my childhood friend and the first day we started high school here, they both had a dream of roll call the other had that day, I guess? They both heard each other's name and boom. You got your glasses gays," Virgil discussed, reminiscing the events that happened that day.

Roman let out a chuckle at Virgil's last words, causing the other's heart to skip a beat. They remain silent for a while, watching the other students passing by.

"What about you?" Roman spoke up.

"What about me?" Virgil glances back.

"I mean, what about you? Have you met your soulmate? Do you know who they are? You just seem like an interesting individual to me, having to stick around knowing you're third-wheeling all the time yet valuing your time with them and your time with yourself all the same. Well, either that or I'm just embarrassed that I think you're uncomfortable with me here…" Roman rambled, rubbing the back of his neck, embarrassed.

Virgil chuckled, "Nah. I just get anxious when meeting new people. Plus, I think you're a pretty nice guy." They smiled at each other, Virgil feeling his face heat up, and looks away immediately. "And, about the soulmate thing. I think I have a clue of who they might be, I just…" he trailed off.

"What's holding you back?" Roman muttered, lowering his head, attempting to catch the other's eye. "I… I just think that my memories aren't that… for them. They're just this amazing and joyful person… I just don't think they deserve to see my bland memories every night,"

The pair fell silent, Roman feeling sympathy for the other. Virgil felt Roman shift in his seat before speaking up, "I don't think anyone's memories are ever bland."

Virgil looks up at Roman who has a far-off look with a slight smile on his lips. "I think that our dreams are what shows us what we're missing in life. What our soulmate has that we need and what we have that they need. You know, what makes you both feel complete when you're with each other," Roman smiled.

Virgil pondered on the other's statement for a while. "Is that... Is that how you feel when you're with your soulmate?" He said, being careful with his words. Roman sighed but remained smiling, "I haven't met them yet. But, what you said earlier reminded me of them. I always think they're a little different. My moms said that dreams are supposed to show my soulmate's memories. But, no one is ever sure which ones we see. Well, my dreams always have one thing in common… There's darkness every time…" Roman trailed off, looking more sad as he continued.

"Sometimes, they walk out of their house and, suddenly, everything goes dark and I see pairs of eyes staring at me as I walk. Or sometimes, they lie in bed and, suddenly, it's dark again and I'm stuck inside a box too small for me. But, there’s always this one dream that always repeats itself. Though, I'm not sure my soulmate's gonna be comfortable with me sharing," Roman finally snaps out of his trance and looks up at Virgil, looking embarrassed.

At this point, Virgil is now entirely sure that the person in front of him is his soulmate. He feels tears cloud his eyes so he looks away to play off wiping them away before looking back at Roman with pity in his expression. This is exactly what Virgil was afraid of, having his soulmate also experience the darkness that clouds him every day he wakes up.

"Wow… They- I- I don't know what to say… What are you gonna do when you meet them?" Virgil glances at Roman, pity still in his eyes. Roman let out a sigh but smiled, "I'm gonna give them the biggest hug they've ever received and reassure them that I'm always gonna be with them and that they'll never have to feel alone all the time ever again." Roman looked at Virgil with a smile. But, before he could notice the tear that fell from the other's eye, a loud shrill of their school bell rang throughout the courtyard, signaling the start of their next class.

"Talk about first impressions," Roman said with a chuckle, standing up. "Well, see you around, Virgil. I got a few more 'Hi, I'm Roman' to do," he continued, leaving Virgil on the bench.

~*~*~

I hear my converse squeak as I walk through the hallway. There are people around me, but they're all just silhouettes of the same familiar darkness. I'm walking to what seems to be the cafeteria. I sit down and grab my lunch from my bag. A few minutes pass, two figures sit in front of me. There's something familiar about them despite being two black silhouettes.

"Hey, kiddo! You alright?"

Patton?

"I heard there were new students," Logan?

Wait. Am I…

"Oh yeah! They're twins!"

Oh.

"I have first period with one of them. He's really nice. Oh! Hey! Roman! Over here!"

Before I could look over to… me…

Darkness. Again.

I hear muffled voices. Too muffled to be recognized.

I stay in darkness for what felt like hours before I get surrounded by light.

Too bright.

There's a silhouette in front of me. It doesn't have any facial features but I can feel it stare at me. Slowly, the light around me doesn't feel too bright anymore. It feels… warm and comforting. Similar to the feeling I have in my chest, along with a squeezing feeling. I feel tears cloud my eyes, but I feel happy, somehow?

I feel someone embrace me. I look up to see the silhouette. Its arms around me, like it's protecting me. I feel secure. I feel loved.

I hug back, breaking down in its arms.

"You don't have to be alone anymore"

I hear my own voice. I break down sobbing, seeking more of the silhouette's warmth.

I stopped sobbing after a while but remained in the silhouette's arms for what felt like hours.

"You gotta wake him up!" I heard a distant voice say in a hushed tone.

"No, he hasn't slept like this since who knows when… Something must've happened yesterday..."

I feel myself slowly drifting from where I was standing.

"We can just tell the school he's sick"

"On the second day?"

I feel someone caress my cheek.

"You can stay too if you want"

"Hey, sweetie," Roman opens his eyes to his mom in front of him.

"What's going on? Why are you all in our room?" Roman asks as he sits up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He eyes Remus standing in front of their mama. Their mom is sitting on the edge of Roman's bed, facing him.

"Well, sweetie. You see, you just had a full night's sleep," their mom explained.

"You looked so peaceful too," their mama added with a smile. Roman stopped to let the events of his dream last night come back to him.

"Roman, is everything ok?" Their mama walked over to him, tucking a few strands of his hair behind his ear. "Yeah… Yeah, I'm okay!" He flashed a smile to his moms, meaning what he said.

~*~*~

Roman hadn't been able to sit still ever since he got to school. 'Late', he should add. Apparently, he overslept while Remus and their moms decide whether to wake him up or not.

When they got to school in the middle of first period, they were excused because their moms were there to explain. With a slightly bent truth, of course.

Roman had to wait three(and a half) classes to talk to Virgil. They didn't have any classes together, to which Roman was bummed to find out. When the bell rang, signaling their lunch break, Roman hurriedly headed to the cafeteria. When he got there, he spotted Virgil just about to sit down at their usual table.

"Uhh. Virgil? Can I talk to you for a sec?" Roman felt awkward, to say the least.

"Uhm. Sure," Virgil replied, standing up. Roman led them under a tree in the courtyard, away from other students. They stayed silent for a while before Virgil spoke up, "So… what'd you wanted to talk about?"

Roman just stared at Virgil for a few moments, examining him, before enveloping him in a tight hug. Virgil stood frozen for a while, surprised at the gesture. He slowly placed his hands on Roman's back, still confused at the sudden affection.

"You're not alone anymore, Pumpkin," Roman said in a gentle voice, cradling the other's head. Virgil froze when he heard the nickname. His expression then softens and hugs Roman tighter, burying his face on the taller male’s shoulder.

"How did you find out?" Roman heard, slightly muffled by his jacket. "Had a dream about yesterday," Roman simply stated, not elaborating more. "What about you? You said you had a clue. Oh! That rhymed,"

They both laughed.

"I have first period with Remus and I recognized him right away," Virgil replied, his face still buried on Roman's shoulder. "Oh, I'm so sorry you have to deal with him," Roman chuckled.

"No, I'm sorry you had to deal with him your entire life,"

"Well, we're not alone anymore now, are we? Roman asked with a serious tone. Virgil parted a few inches from Roman, still holding on to him. He smiled as he looked up at Roman, "No, we're not."

This might be the last one I'll do for AU august but I'm also deciding if I should go back to the prompts I missed when I was sick hmm

I wish I included Remus more in this but it was already 3k words and thats the longest I've ever written so maybe its for the best XD

[eosofspades]

FINISHED THE CAMPAIGN. THOUGHTS 2 ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

I AM HOWLINGGGGG. THAT ENDING??? THAT CUTSCENE?????? GOOD FUCKING MORNING I GUESS

THE GUARDIAN POINTED A FUCKING GUN AT GHOST

literally inconsolable rn. i have been begging for canon ghost/guardian relationship exploration in some way for YEARS. but at what cost

THE GUARDIAN CANONICALLY LOVES GHOST SO MUCH THEY COULDN'T SHOOT HIM EVEN WHEN THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE DEPENDED ON IT

i'm actually in shambles. how will this affect their relationship?? how do they move on from this?? the guardian pointed a GUN at him. ghost was USED by the witness like it was nothing. the guardian, in a way, almost let the disaster happen - they chose ghost over the entire universe. (not intentionally, but i know this is exactly how it's going to look from the outside, and maybe even from between the two of them, as well.)

(and - how does GHOST feel about this?? oh my god. how many times has he been possessed now. first the pyramid on the moon. then the beginning of lightfall (he described it as feeling sick, and wrong,) and then again, here - literally SEALING THE FATE that just befell the system. and his guardian, who in canon has never actually expressed genuine reciprocation of how much he loves them (and he DOES, he loves his guardian so much) - they wouldn't do anything to hurt him even now. how must he be feeling. oh my god)

what the FUCK did the witness do. bitch WHERE are you going. i hate hate hate the implications of "your pale heart holds the key" followed by the witness ENTERING THE TRAVELER. are you going INSIDE to get it??? WHILE THE TRAVELER IS ALIVE??? don't like that shit at ALL

in addition, what the FUCK happened to the traveler!!! wake up??! babe i am so uncomfortable with this. like viscerally. i know we're playing on the scale of gods and incomprehensibility but this feels VERY intimately terrifying

on the note of gods. good fucking RIDDANCE calus you FUCK. i have been waiting for this day since the first wack ass "calus' canon fanfic" excerpt i heard this was SUCH A FUN FIGHT. I LOVED IT. on a technical and personal scale. like. goodbye lol

sobs forever and ever over the guardian and osiris. he is so proud of them!!! they are like a student to him!!!!! he sounded SO HAPPY when they finally mastered strand!!! AAAAAAA

everything about nimbus. absolutely everything. i haven't elaborated on them in this post at all but that's honestly because not only do i want to give them their very own post but man i don't even know where to START. they made me burst out laughing SO MANY TIMES. their personality is just so fun and exciting and everything they say is so endearing and interesting!!!!!! NIMBUS MY BELOVED

apparently a lot of people,,,,, hated this dlc?? the pacing and lore?? i don't know what's wrong with you guys honestly i LOVED this. i would have liked a bit more explanation here and there but like - i thought it was INCREDIBLE! it's SO well made!!!! i'll make a post about this later, maybe an essay, but!! i really liked it and i see where the disconnect might be for some people but it does NOT deserve the hate it is getting. i actually LOVE the pacing. very good stuff scratched my brain itch just right

god. okay. i know there's more i wanna talk about but man i am gonna have to come BACK to this later. literally all i can think about is ghost and the young wolf

i'm still not ready to shut up about the ending, actually. i don't have any coherent thoughts rn but man i am just. AGH?? YOU KNOW??? does ghost know the guardian might have been about to shoot him? does the guardian wonder if ghost knows they never would have? the guardian being primarily silent for almost the entire game except a few cutscenes here and there, the guardian being a person of actions and not words, the guardian never saying that they love ghost but refusing to hurt him even knowing it meant the witness would win and humanity would be doomed. im going to be fucking sick

okay. first half of lightfall complete!! done for the day because my brain is frying and its almost midnight but MAN I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS. HELLO

spoilers below

GHOST IS BACK!!!!!! THIS IS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IN THE ENTIRE GAME ALWAYS. GHOST I MISSED YOU SO MUCH

the intro cutscenes FUCK oh my god?? i was NOT expecting the traveler's attack / the slicening to be literally the FIRST CUTSCENE?? INCREDIBLE. couldnt play the first mission properly bc my hands were shaking i was so hyped up ghsjdnfv

WHY DOES THE WITNESS JUST TAKE THE BEAM FULL FORCE. WHAT THE FUCK MAN

the tormentors are FUCKING TERRIFYING. I WAS SO SCARED. LIKE THAT GROWLING NOISE RIGHT BEHIND YOU IS ACTUALLY SO FUCKING SCARY MY HEART WAS POUNDING FOR LIKE TEN MINUTES AFTER I KILLED THE THING

stay frosty

STRAND IS SO COOL. LIKE STRAND IS EXPONENTIALLY FASCINATING AND SO MUCH FUN

i will elaborate on this more in depth another time but i need to say strand feels like what they were going for with stasis except this time they did it RIGHT. in terms of consequences/risk we HEARD all about the dangers of stasis but there were literally no side effects. this on the other hand??? ITS DONE SO PERFECTLY I CANT GET OVER IT

and CONSEQUENCES!!! obviously i knew rohan was going to die like that was completely expectable but i would NOT have guessed the guardian's own shortcomings would have been the reason. god damn

everything about nimbus is so good. i love love love that they're not actually angry or blaming the guardian for rohan's death, just accepting and ready to get justice

THAT FUCKING SCENE. THE FUCKING WITNESS POSSESSING GHOST SCENE?? HELLO??? THAT WAS SO AGONIZING TO WATCH I WAS SO AFRAID

also i lost my shit ghost was literally getting possessed and in visible pain and the guardian just fucking stood there like a sim

ON THAT NOTE THOUGH. "WE'RE IN THIS TOGETHER." AND HOLDING OUT THEIR HAND FOR HIM???? THAT IS SOME GOOD GUARDIAN AND GHOST CONTENT THIS IS WHAT I HAVE BEEN BEGGING FOR FOR YEARSSS

all the witness scenes are so fucking cool btw that nightmare they sent to calus is WILD. i am OBSESSED with the witness' shattered glass thing but more importantly their ANGER. i didn't think CALUS is what they'd be angry about!! holy shit!!! emperor has the survival instincts of a fucking moth and if the winnower doesn't blow up the witness i want the witness to blow up calus

i NEED to know what the witness means by "we know pain." babe who hurt you

GHOST GOING "are you handling highly volatile materials?? AGAIN???" I LOVE GHOST SO MUCH IT'S UNREAL. I LITERALLY DIED AT THIS PART BC I WAS LAUGHING SO HARD. he sounded so exasperated and annoyed and affectionate i love ghost more than anything ever

^ PLUS. Rohan going "Again? How often does this happen?" and ghost yelling "TOO OFTEN" GHOST BABY IM SO SORRY AHAHAJSGVSV

THE STRIKE!! THE STRIIIKE. HELLO. i got my ass handed to me about sixteen times in a row and almost gave up for the night but holy shit was it worth it for the ending line. nezarec i KNEW you would come back to us!!! <333

side note im literally so pissed off about the reactor core mission bc the end when you're supposed to be using strand to swing out. i just fucking jumped i was so anxious and i couldn't find the strand thing and then everyone kept talking about how i used strand to get out and how amazing it was and ive just been sitting here like . guys please i know i missed out on all the fun you don't have to rub it in PLEASE

OSIRIS TRAINING THE GUARDIAN OSIRIS TRAINING THE GUARDIAN!!! MY OC HEADCANONS ARE BECOMING ACTUAL CANON. VINDICATION IS SO GOOD

when osiris yells "THAT WAS EXCELLENT" i got SO HAPPY. HE IS SO PROUD OF THEM!!!

now that said. i have NOT gotten past the strand training mission i'm about halfway through it. so i don't know if it comes up and it might not but i WOULD like to see osiris at least acknowledge that he was being too harsh before. like i know he's incredibly stressed and everything but my guy. the guardian was literally keeled over dying and osiris is like "we don't have time for this. why aren't you better at this by now"

on that note listen i love osiris so much he's my second favorite character but when he was scolding the guardian and ghost tries to come to your defense and says "we did our best" and osiris SHOUTS "we NEED to do BETTER" i got SO MAD. DO NOT RAISE YOUR VOICE AT MY GHOST

i cannot believe bungie canonically gave the guardian a cringefail compilation cutscene. power blowing up in their face. ghost and osiris shaking their heads at each other in disappointment and affection for the guardian. im losing my shit

THE FUCKING CUTSCENE WHERE OSIRIS HOLDS HIS HAND OUT AND TRIES TO TALK TO SAGIRA BEFORE HE REALIZES........ AGONIZED WAILING HEARD FROM MY HOME

this is... about as far as i have gotten. i know i'm forgetting some things but!! i am SO hyped up rn okay i am going to play the rest tomorrow

overall conclusion: GOOD SHIT. i love it here this game is the best thing that has ever happened to me

[halfway-happyyy]

Love Like This

AN: Basically you’re stuck in quarantine and you’re reflecting on the things that make Alexander who he is. Oh, you’ve also got some pretty fantastic news for him.

Cotton candy clouds of fluff.

“Saturday nights used to look a hell of a lot different than this one, didn't they?”

Where once there were movie premiers to attend, award shows to be embarrassingly proud at, cocktails to be sipped, friends to laugh with… you are at home for the foreseeable future.

Alexander glances up from his phone to beam at you. “Maybe so. But this happens to be one of the better Saturday evenings I've had.”

“Yeah? And why is that?”

Alexander shrugs. “I'm with my best friend.”

It’s currently late into the evening and a soft rain patters gently against the glass kitchen windows. Alexander's just finished his second glass of chardonnay and he's leant over the gleaming marble counter top, phone clutched in his hand. He's tired tonight; keeps squinting down at the content on his phone and letting out long yawns every few minutes. As you take in all six foot four of his frame, from the unkempt quarantine hair and the five o’clock (almost six now) shadow forming on his face, to the worn sweatpants hanging low on his hips… you reflect silently on the things you know to be certain about the elder Swede before you.

The first thing that comes to mind is his complete adoration for his family. It never ceases to make you feel suddenly warm and fuzzy inside just thinking of it. He frequently tells you how excited he is to get the two of you back to Sweden when this is all over- “Just you and I and the rest of the family on our little island.” Last night he spent over two hours happily talking to Gustaf while he nursed a couple of his favourite beers. This morning you both had the pleasure of having facetime pancakes with his mother, the memory of it causes you to smile softly to yourself.

“Whatcha smiling about over there, kid?” Alexander pipes up.

“Your mum,” and your heart sings as you watch the grin bloom across his face.

The next thing is his intense love of coffee. Being someone who travels more than the average person, he has become quite the caffeine connoisseur. There is actually a cupboard in the corner of the kitchen dedicated to bags of exotic beans he's found along his travels and it isn't uncommon for the first thing you hear in the morning to be the muffled whir of his ever-coveted machine in the corner next to the spice rack.

“What on earth is that?”

“What's what, kid?”

You gestured to the pile of expensive looking metal beneath the kitchen window.

“That… thing.”

Alexander scoffed in mild offence. “That thing, is my new baby. That thing roasts coffee beans like hot damn. Starbucks could never,” He hissed under his breath.

You're pretty sure you could write a book of all of things you know to be true about him. That he loves nothing more sometimes than to stroll anonymously around the city. That he'll spend an entire day pouring through a book if it's good enough. That there is a small wooden box next to your bed that is chock-full of hand written love letters from him. Some are written on airplane napkins in his slightly shaky, but still signature scrawl and some are on luxuriously thick paper purchased from a stationery shop in Siena. You know and adore the way his accent thickens when he's had a little too much to drink. (He's definitely been guilty of forgetting that your Swedish is still quite rusty, yet attempting to launch into full-on conversations with you regardless of that fact.) Or the way his cerulean gaze lightens or darkens depending on his mood.

Alexander sighs tiredly and hoists his arms high above his head in a stretch. He yawns and pockets the phone in his pants. “I'm going to start getting ready for bed, kid. You coming?”

His bedtime routine varies from night to night. Some nights he starts out reading; could be a novel someone's suggested to him or a script he's been sent. Whatever it is, his brain has a habit of running away on him from time to time and settling into a good chapter is a sure-fire way to have him sleepy within the hour. Some nights he's intent on making you feel amazing; he'll spend hours between your legs, taking his sweet time. Other nights, particularly if he's just been home after a long shoot, he simply holds you close to him.

“I love you, I love you, I love you kid.”

It's a mantra he only whispers when he's missed you more than he can say.

“Yeah baby. I'll be up in a few minutes.”

You drain what's left of your tea and make sure everything's turned off in the kitchen. Alexander is perched on his side of the bed when you enter the room. You marvel at the way his back muscles ripple and flex in the low lamplight as he stretches before bed. You’ve told him numerous times in the past how beautiful he is, but most of the time he just laughs it off.

“Couldn't hold a candle to you, kid.”

You pad over to the bed to undress, trying in vain to ignore the sudden prickle of nerves in your belly. Alexander is already waiting for you, arms outstretched for you to fall into. You settle into him as you have thousands of times before, and each time never fails to feel like coming home. You know his scent; a heady mix of body wash, cologne and sweat. You have memorized the sound of his heartbeat and the way it makes you feel when it beats against your shoulder blade. “Saturday nights are about to look a lot different than they do now, Alex.”

One thing, and maybe it’s the thing that stands out the most to you, is how much Alexander loves children. He's always had a way with them; they flock to him in droves. Your heart thrums in your chest when you think of the first time he got to meet his baby niece, or the hundreds of facetimes he’s had with his younger brothers. It's possible that this has everything to do with him being the elder brother of seven other siblings, but he's simply just a natural with them. Where his patience often lacks with adults, he never fails to make time for kids and it's never been a secret he's tried to hide. In fact, it was one of the first things he revealed about himself when you first began seeing him.

“I'd love a big family in the future. That seems like the ultimate dream, doesn't it? Waking up every morning to the sound of tiny, barefoot pitter-patters?”

You couldn't deny the way his glassy blue orbs lit up like a Christmas tree at the mere mention of his own family someday.

“I know I'm going to be a father someday. I don't doubt that it's going to be difficult and terrifying beyond all measure but I do know that it’s going to be the most important role of my life… and I really just can't wait for it.”

Alexander somehow knows exactly what you mean without further elaboration. He sits up straight in bed and pats your arm twice so you can follow suit. Instinctively, his large, warm hands travel to the bump that is mere months away from making an appearance in your belly. He swallows hard and clears his throat, you notice the way his lips quiver ever so slightly before he asks, “Are we?”

Your breath catches in your throat as you watch tears brim in the corners of his eyes. “Yeah Alex, we are.”

He tilts his head back and, you doubt you'll ever forget the sound of his laugh or the way the tears roll down his cheeks in unbelievably happy streams. After a while he drops his head to your belly and proceeds to pepper dozens of kisses over the expanse of your exposed skin. He stays like that for what feels like hours; and when he finally gazes back up at you, he's beaming so wide he puts sunshine to shame. 

“Can't wait to tell the family, kid.”

[hachewl]

@veunso​ I’ve been trying to finish the NSFW part for weeks but I’m tired of thinking about this fic, lol 

Ratings/Warnings: 18+. Not quite smut, but still NSFW.

"Is it Shadow or Shadows?" Levi asks.

You blink wearily, knowing he will elaborate on his own if given time. It only takes a few seconds.

"Because the canon is Shadow, singular, but on forums and stuff you see Shadows, plural, all of the time.” Any time Levi mentions an online forum or some kind of social media site, there's a rant on the way. “And if you think about it, Shadow implies governing over a singular shadow, and I can't decide which is lonelier... being surrounded by the shadows of everyone else or just your own.

“I mean, obviously being alone is lonely, but what if the Lord of Shadow governs all shadows, and all he does is compare the length of his to everyone else's. Metaphorically. And because the Lord of Shadow didn't have any real friends before he met Henry - "

"Levi?"

You can feel his chest heaving against your back as he sucks in a breath, worried you're going to call him annoying.

"Yes, MC?"

"You know I love you, right?"

His hair brushes your nose as he nods. It's a short nod, and now you have to figure out how to express that this isn't a good conversation to have when your brain literally feels like pudding after hours of studying magic with Solomon. And that's not even taking into account all of your other responsibilities – Asmodeus wouldn't agree to take over cooking duty for you tomorrow even if the world was ending.

If you don't, he'll close himself off, and you'll be back at square one – it's like talking to a wall when Leviathan's anxiety gets really bad, because of how much he struggles to see past it.

"Can you tell me about this in a few hours?" you ask. "When I'll be awake enough to remember this conversation happening?"

"Sure… Can I write it out in my DDD?” The device is already in his hand. He doesn't need to ask permission for this, but he wants some kind of confirmation that you're not going to think he's a loser. “So I can write it down before I forget what I was going to say?"

"Go ahead."

"Thanks, MC.” The walls of his bathtub easily keep the two of you pressed together. In close proximity like this, even the smallest movements, such as the ones he makes while playing with his DDD, echo off your body. “You're the best."

"You're such a good boy," you yawn sleepily.

All at once, Levi's squirming stops. It's not abnormal for him to spend hours fidgeting or repositioning himself, even with you laying next to him, but he doesn't normally freeze like this.

A second later, Levi rolls over as quickly as he can, but not before your brain registers why.

You hear a sharp intake of breath, almost a hiss, as Levi realizes what you've just felt. "I'm so sorry, so, so sorry!"

And so much for relaxing, you think, as you immediately roll over to pin him in place. With the lack of space in the tub, it's inevitable that you feel it again, and Levi hugs his DDD protectively against his chest. He stares at the porcelain wall closest to him, having forgotten how to blink, as you cage his body beneath your own.

"Why are you apologizing?"

It's just a boner. Although Levi is clearly mortified, you're aware that these things happen sometimes. It's not as though Levi can control it.

Instead of answering, Levi whimpers. And then he closes his eyes and looks as though he never wants to open them again. At this point, the most the two of you have done is talk about sex – he thinks he's been hiding the fact that he's inexperienced from you, too embarrassed to admit it, because he's a thousands of years old demon.

Yes or no questions are easiest for Levi, when he's in a state like this:

"Do you like being called my good boy?"

He nods.

"Do you want me to call you my good boy again?"

"P-please…" he moves again, starting to uncurl himself.

Levi's insecurity is no match  for the bulge in his sweatpants. He somehow maneuvers onto his back and his hips rock against nothing, not quite closing the gap between you and him, and he squeaks in embarrassment at his own body's betrayal. A kiss to the corner of his eye is his reward.

“Want to reenact one of your TSL doujinshis?” you suggest. Levi makes a series of facial expressions, all of which demand some kind of explanation – you wish you could shrug as you say this, but... “You don't hide your porn very well,” you inform him.

The noise he makes this time is some kind of hybrid between a whimper and a groan.

“You know that doujinshi where Henry and the Lord of Shadow have to share a bed, because there's only one open room left at the crappy hotel they're staying in?”

You position your leg between Levi's own, and he's grinding sporadically into your thigh, eyes half-lidded, before you've even finished your thought. “Go on,” he mutters. He's trying so hard to hold himself back – he'll brush into you once, and then force himself to a jittery stop – and you have no idea why. The Lord of Shadow is always more needy and vocal in his fan comics. “Th-that's...”

“It's one of my favorites too,” you inform him. “When the Lord of Shadow wakes up with morning wood and Henry offers to help him out? That reminds me of this – ”

And that's what finally gets him to moan.

Levi is just as vocal as you'd thought he would be, and that's not a bad thing. It's fun trying to catch the sounds leaving his mouth on your tongue.

"Th-thought you wanted to rest," he pants, after you finally pull away.

“But we haven't gotten to the good part yet.”

[motleyfuckingcruee]

Too Drunk For Love (Dirt!Mick Mars x Reader One Shot)

Requested:

@lilypetite88 thank you! This is my first request!

Description:

Would you do a one shot where you are so drunk because your boyfriend cheated on you and mick is there to confort you and he end up being drunk too and end up on you being married and the rest of the boys help with everything then next morning both of you dont remember nothing but you realized you love each other all is happy that way.

Warnings:

Bunch of fluff and fucking language

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!!

//

Once again you ended up at the Whiskey A Go Go. This became a habit for you. You often came here to get shit faced. God knows you needed too. When you went to work you saw the woman that your boyfriend cheated on you with. She was your best friend too. Turns out she only pretended to be your best friend to get with your now ex-boyfriend. That really stung you. All your life people only walked out on you. Left you out in the cold. You thought you'd be used to it by now, but you guess not.

The Whiskey is a safe haven for you. Everyone had the same reason to be there.

To get laid and piss ass drunk.

You didn't think you ready to hookup with someone yet, so you just got drunk. Multiple men have hit on you while you've been there at the bar. You declined as nicely as you could. That ended up with them calling you a prude or a stuck up whore. It didn'd bother you to hear those venomous words. You could tell they were all pigs anyway.

A band played there every week. Mötley Crüe you thought they were called. It was an odd collection of guys that were up there. The first one you'd noticed was the lead singer. Mostly because he was right in the front and because of his bright blonde hair. You next noticed the mysterious bass player whose hair nearly covered his entire face. The drummer was next. He was really tall and lanky with long dark brown hair.

The last was the guitarist. You instantly knew he was your favorite. He had long black hair and looked to be a bit older than the rest. He played the guitar like a fucking God. You even made eye contact with him a few times.

Now you sit at the bar with a whole bottle of Jack Daniels in your hand. You don't care about what other people must be thinking about you. You just want to forget.

Mötley Crüe finishes up their set behind you. You didn't feel like watching them tonight. You had a hard day. Worse than the ones before. You just wanted to get drunk.

You take a swig as people start nearly swarming around you. They needed their booze just like you did. You listened to everyone give their orders to the bartender who started to look panicked as people were yelling at him.

You smile at him, hoping to make him feel a bit better. You get lost in thought. You drink a bit more. You stare off into space at the bar.

"You didn't watch us tonight," A deep voice says from beside you.

You look up. You're nearly knocked out of your stool from shock.

The last person you expected to see was the dark haired guitarist. He smiles at you and repeats his statement.

"O-Oh!" You stutter, blushing. "Y-Yeah, it's just been a rough day. I really needed to drink."

He sits on the stool beside you. Ordering himeself his own bottle of Jack. He smirks at you and takes a swig.

"What's got you feeling down?" The guitarist asks.

"I was cheated on," You say simply, taking a swig.

"Oh," He says, surprised. "I'm sorry."

You shrug your shoulders. "I'm not surprised." You pause, looking at him. "I'm (Y/N) (Y/L/N), by the way."

"Mick Mars," He responds grinning at you. He takes in a deep breath. "I think we both need to get wasted. Why don't we do together?"

You don't even hesitate with your answer. "Fuck yes."

-----

You wake up in an unfamiliar bed. The light coming through the window is blinding to your tired eyes. You groan, sitting up. You look around once your eyes adjust. You're in your underwear and that's it. You see your clothes scattered on the bedroom floor. You look hesitantly to your side. Laying there is Mick Mars. The guy you only met last night.

You don't remember anything. That last moment your brain can come up with is when Mick invited you to get wasted with him.

You press your hands to your face. As you do so, you feel something different on your finger. It was cold and metallic. Knowing what it is, but not wanting it to be it, you pull your left hand away from your face.

Sure enough a gorgeous diamond ring is on your ring finger.

What the fuck have I gotten myself into? You ask yourself.

Mick stirs from beside you. You look at him and wait for him to wake up. He opens his eyes, looking up at you. He looks just as surprised as you were when you woke.

He sits up, and rubs his face.

"(Y/N)?" He asks hesitantly.

"Yeah?"

"What the hell happened last night?" He asks, laughing a bit.

You hold up your left hand. "I'm guessing we got wasted enough to get married."

His eyes widen. He looks at his ring finger. He has a simple silver band to match your elaborate ring. "We were that trashed?"

You nod your head. You pull your knees up and rest your head on them. You laugh to yourself. "I'm only twenty three and I'll be getting my first divorce. That's not what I expected."

Mick smiles. "It's not as bad as you think."

You open your mouth to respond, but his bedroom door bursts open.

"Get up, old man!" The tall, lanky drummer yells. "We got shit to do!"

The other two follow closely behind the drummer. They all stop in their tracks when their eyes land on you.

You smile shyly and wave at them. "Hi."

The bassists face lights up. "Finally the old man got laid!"

You roll your eyes and laugh at him.

"Oh! I'm Nikki, by the way," The bassist introduces himself. "The tall one is Tommy, and the blonde one is Vince."

"Nice to meet you guys," You laugh. "I'm (Y/N)."

"A pretty name for such a pretty lady," Vince flirts, winking at you.

"Look at her eyes, Tommy," Mick growls.

You look down, realizing that your in your bra. You pull the blanket up to cover yourself. You blush, completely embarrassed.

"Looks like you had a fun night," Nikki laughs. "You guys left as soon as we tried to join your party."

You frown. "I don't remember that." You hold up your left hand again. You point at the gorgeous ring. "Do you guys remember us getting married?"

Their eyes widen in shock.

"You guys got fucken hitched?" Tommy laughs. "And here I thought I'd be the first to get married."

"We thought so too, T-Bone," Nikki laughs, clapping him on the back.

You sigh. "We need to get down to the court house and file for a divorce." You groan. "This really fucking sucks."

"You know what?" Tommy says. You look up at him. "Why don't you guys try being together? I mean, Mick you've been wanting to be with someone and she seems like the perfect fit. You two got on so well last night. It was effortless. Why not ride this out?"

You and Mick look at each other.

"It's not a bad idea," Mick says. "You're not as ridiculous as I thought you were, drummer."

"Thank you!" Tommy nearly yells.

You grin at Tommy, then turn back to Mick. "It might work out."

And work out it did. You and Mick moved in together the next day. He didn't have to worry about meeting your family since you didn't have any. He took you out on your first date that weekend. You knew you were in love with him by the fifth date.

Mötley Crüe took off about a year after you and Mick got hitched. He made sure that he had time for you at all times. If you called he'd drop whatever it was he was doing. He loved you more than you could ever imagine, and you loved him the same. Maybe even more.

Now here you are, five years later. You're standing in the kitchen of the mansion Mick bought about six months ago. You watch him as he attempts to make you your favorite meal for your five year anniversary.

You grin and take a sip of your beer.

You can't believe how lucky you are to have him.

You're so glad you listened to the kid drummer. That was the best idea he'd ever had, and you could never repay him.

Thanks to Tommy Lee, you stayed with the love of your life.