#I'm rambling this is something that has been on my mind for awhile and thought dumping helps me sort

[misteria247]

So I'm going to ramble a bit cuz I've been noticing that there's a lot of split opinions on Timmy Turner that rage from people adoring him flaws and all to people thinking that he's a little shit. So I decided to throw in my thoughts cuz it's been awhile since I've analyzed a character and I've got some thoughts fam lol. Please don't take this personally cuz this is just my opinion.

I think one of the main reasons why Timmy gets such a mixed reaction from fans is because a lot of his actual story is played like a sitcom. It's not placed in a more serious way, though there are moments where it is, it's quickly glossed over. If you take away the sitcom setting and the attempts of comedy and whatnot you actually get a rather horrible reality for this 10 year old boy. And with it suddenly a lot of his actions and attitude makes a lot more sense.

Timmy when introduced is a 10 year old. He's a child but he's also old enough to know the basics of right and wrong. Much like any kid. He gets his fairy godparents, Cosmo and Wanda because he was deemed to be a child in need of help. This whole scenario is played for laughs and whatnot but like, Timmy's life is actually horrid. He's abused by his babysitter, is tormented by school bullies, is essentially harassed by his teacher and is neglected by his own parents. This is his every day life, from the moment he was old enough to understand this was what he was exposed to and forced to accept. In a way Timmy was forced to grow up a bit faster because of it but not to a point where he completely lost the magic of childhood. When you think about this in a more serious way, things start to click together more.

Timmy's behavior when he gets snappy or creates mischief is a way to get attention from his parents. It's not a good kind but it's something. Or when he acts cold and selfishly, while it could be chalked up to being a kid, I could also argue that he might have actually learned it. Cause who else in his life puts their wants and desires before others? Who else doesn't think about the consequences of their actions and how it'd effect others? Who else ignores other people's thoughts and feelings when it comes to things?

His parents.

Timmy's parents do this shit constantly. From leaving him with abusive babysitters, to not really interacting with him, to making jabs about how their dreams died when he was born to a bunch of other shitty things. They forget to feed him and always criticize him, they're always jumping at the chance to essentially get away from him. All these things are things Timmy's witnessed and has been on the receiving end of for a decade. And never once does his parents really suffer any consequences. It's a known fact that children watch their parents and absorb information from it. Timmy's behaviors can very well be behaviors he unintentionally learned from them. Which is so sad because whenever Timmy's not acting like this, it's quite clear that he's actually incredibly different.

It becomes clear that Timmy's actually incredibly kind.

There's so many moments where he shows his kindness. From lending Cosmo and Wanda to Tootie, to helping fairies in Fairy World to literally giving his fairies the baby they always wanted to saving the whole world several times with little hesitation. Timmy at his core is a kind boy, but due to his home life and its constant reminders of the people in his life not wanting him. (Hell there was a whole ass episode about the world being better if he hadn't been born, like can you imagine that, it's fucking awful-). So in a way Timmy hides that kindness and rarely shows it because of these things.

Which is why Cosmo and Wanda and eventually Peri are so fucking important.

Cosmo and Wanda from the very beginning where different from everyone else. These fairies while granting some reckless and dangerous wishes, have always had Timmy's best interests in mind. Cosmo and Wanda are the positive influences that Timmy desperately needs, the adults that he actually needs to help encourage and push him towards the right direction. Cosmo and Wanda are always in Timmy's corner, even when he's made a mistake, and are always there to catch him and remind him that he's loved and wanted. In one episode where Timmy sneaks into his godparents castle, at the end when they're putting the picture of Maryann back into the hall of infamy, Timmy's first reaction is to apologize and believe that because he'd made this one mistake that he'd end up there with the other bad kids. Only to immediately be told no, baffling Wanda and Cosmo with the very idea of it.

It's things like this that help Timmy grow and feel comfortable with making mistakes. Cuz what he thought isn't exactly a normal thing. They help Timmy in so many ways and grow to love him as their very own cuz when Timmy allows himself to be well himself he's a rather endearing kid. It's no surprise they get so attached.

There's a lot of other things that I've got in my noggin but I just wanted to say these things for the time being. Maybe I'll update on this later lol.

[wwisteriiaa]

I just wanna be yours

| Josh x F! reader

Warnings; None

Author note; Hello! I’ve tried replying to the request but it keeps just not posting so I’m trying this instead! Enjoy there will be a second part that will be smutty reason why this is so short!

The drums filled the small room you were in, You watched Tyler and Josh play music and practice some other ideas they had.

You watched as Josh pushed his hair out of his face to see, your heart fluttering as he did that, you've been trying to ignore the feeling you've had around Josh for awhile, but it just felt like you barely couldn't anymore, you softly sighed as you looked at Tyler to keep your mind of the drummer.

You and Tyler grew up together, like literally your mothers were best friends in highschool and they had you and Tyler around the same time, you were two days younger then Tyler, and wherever Tyler went you went, he was like a brother to you.

Your eyes started to look at Josh again, you shaking your head slightly before getting up, " I'm going to head out." you said softly, you had the next three days off from work till you went back on Monday and you thought it was best to hermit at home to catch up on shows, Tyler looked at you with a sad look, " awe, you sure? " He asked as you nodded, " yes Tyler." you said laughing as you hugged him and waved bye to Josh before heading upstairs saying goodbye to Jenna in the process.

-

It's been two hours since you left Tyler's and you were laying on your couch drinking your third glass of wine, you've been trying your best to stop thinking of Josh but you just couldn't, you laid on the couch looking at the ceiling eyes closed as you tried to remember each thing of Josh, his eyes, face, hair. Everything.

You groaned as you grabbed your phone making sure to Mute your conversation with Josh and turning read receipts off before touching the keyboard and writing something.

' Josh, l've liked you for awhile, probably for about two years, the way you play the drums and the jokes you make, and the way you push your hair out of your face, I just can't stop thinking about you, sure l've drank a few glasses of wine but I'm being truthful, I think about you when I'm laying in bed at night, wait scratch that, that's weird to say. Actually well not really because it's true. I wanna feel your breath against my lips and body. I just wanna be near you. I think you are a pretty cool guy and I just love hanging out with you.'

You quickly sent the message don't noticing you were rambling on in the message, you quickly turned your phone off and threw it across the room before drinking the rest of your wine, you've got up and made sure the doors were locked of your apartment before shutting the lights off and going into your room, you've planted face down on the bed groaning, regretting sending that text to him.

Soon you curled up into bed falling asleep not knowing if Josh ever read the message or has sent anything.

-

You wake up in the morning, going and grabbing your phone from the living room and making some coffee, you noticed the messages from Tyler asking if you were home and if you were good. You groaned remembering you sent the message to Josh last night, something you wished you slept away.

You quickly opened messages and saw a notification from Josh but you ignored it and clicked on Tyler's message, " I'm good. I'm just vibing at home. " You sent with a smiley face before placing your phone back on the counter and going back to bed, " too early for this. " you decided.

-

[radioisntdead]

Grunkle…. Ford…. Dinner date……………

HAPPY [slightly belated] BIRTHDAY MY DEAREST MOONY! I HOPE YOU HAD A WONDERFUL DAY, YOU CAN LEGALLY DATE FORD NOW [please don't] OR GET ARRESTED AND I'M SORRY THIS WAS DELAYED! LOVE YOU!

Dinner date at Greasy's

Ford x reader

Song used

First date Headcanons + established relationship songfic drabble

Warnings: This is my first time writing for Ford so please forgive any OOC-ness

Well aren't you a lucky duckling! You got a date with one of the most desired old men in gravity falls!

Thank his grandniece Mabel for pushing him to ask you out because now the two of you were on a date! There weren't many fine dining restaurants in gravity falls and the ones that were around Stan had gotten himself, and by extension Ford, banned from them!

Dude's last uh, romantic?? Obsessive??Relationship didn't really end well, but you weren't a triangle with one eye so hopefully things will go well!

Since this is your first date, He got coached on what to do by Mabel and likely has an earpiece where the twins are watching him, giving advice and judging him.

He pulled out the chair for you to sit in, very demure, very mindful, very gentlemanly, very Mabel approved.

I imagine the two of you bond over the oddities of gravity falls, Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons or science-y stuff

He'd tell you about his adventures with his brother on the Stano'war, I imagine he's the type to have pictures of his family in his wallet so dude just whips out pictures of Dipper and Mabel like "These are my grandniece and nephew,''

I imagine you share a dessert with him, one plate two spoons, very romantic!

You were giddy, legs kicking softly back and forth underneath the table as you stared at your boyfriend reading his menu, trying to figure out what he wanted.

Moon, a hole of light

Through the big top tent up high

Here before and after me

Shinin' down on me

Stanford Pines, the handsomest man in town, in your opinion anyway, and you were just so lucky to have him all to yourself, you had been with him for awhile now, you remember when he first asked you out,

He was shoved in front of you by his grandniece, Mabel, with flowers in his hand he finally asked you out on a date to greasy's diner!

And here you were nearly a year or so later back at the diner.

Moon, tell me if I could

Send up my heart to you?

So, when I die, which I must do

Could it shine down here with you?

You laid your head in your hand as you watched him, you were like a lovesick newlywed despite not being married to the man, not yet at least.

'Cause my love is mine, all mine

I love mine, mine, mine

Eventually Lazy Susan came by to take your orders, you loved his voice as he spoke, you loved the way his eyes crinkled, you loved the crack in his glasses that you wondered why he hasn't replaced them yet, you loved the way he wore a trench coat over a sweater no matter the weather, you loved the way he was outdated on modern technology like a silly old man.

Nothing in the world belongs to me

But my love, mine, all mine, all mine

Once Susan had taken away the menus he set his hand on the table in which you immediately decided to interlace your hand with his, holding it as you waited for your food to arrive.

It was like something out of a cheesy movie.

My baby here on Earth

Showed me what my heart was worth

Ford was lucky to have you, Wonderful, intelligent, beautiful you!

He never thought he'd have someone like you, he never had the best experiences with romance wether that be getting rejected by a girl at prom several decades ago or a weird toxic situationship with a yellow triangle.

But now he had you! You were healthy for him, the two of you were healthy for each other, you didn't mind when he rambled on about whatever, whether that be Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons or his sciencey inventions, his adventures through the dimensions or even just his day.

And he was the same way, oh how he could listen to your lovely voice for hours upon hours, like music, it didn't matter what you spoke about, whether it was just about your day, whether you were complaining about something, anything really he adored listening to you, he loved the little spark in your eyes when you talk about something you really like.

So, when it comes to be my turn

Could you shine it down here for her?

He loved watching you as you do whatever hobbies you did, he thrived in the times where he'd do his work in one side of the room and you were on the other side doing just anything, just silently enjoying each other's company.

Was that extremely cheesy of him to think? Most definitely but a little bit of cheesey-ness never hurt anybody, unless you were lactose intolerant.

'Cause my love is mine, all mine

I love mine, mine, mine

Soon Susan returned with your meals, placing them in front of the two of you, you let go of his hand to begin digging into your meal, Ford frowned at the lack of hand holding for a moment before going to dig into his own meal, He would never admit that he was a little touch starved, yearning for touch, hugs or handholding were his personal favorites.

But he was a grown man, he could wait until the two of you returned home to wrap you in a warm embrace.

Nothing in the world belongs to me

But my love, mine, all mine

For now He'd enjoy your date, admiring you as you admired him like the lovesick fools the two of you were, He was glad to have you, and you were glad to have him.

Nothing in the world is mine for free

But my love, mine, all mine, all mine

Good evenin' folks! I do hope you enjoyed my first gravity falls fic, wish Moony a happy birthday and as always thank you for tunin' on in, I hope you all have a wonderful night!

[sil3ntfr34k]

(Self indulgent shut UP)

(I have so many asks and drafts man idek where to start)

(also first person and gender neutral ekekekek)

(also ALSO his petname is Birdy and yours is Starlight, personal headcanons shhHHHUSH)

Postal 1 Dude x Fat!Reader: Napping!!

I've known Postal Dude for 4 years by now. The relationship started off rocky. I think dude was scared of me at first, too nervous to even look in my direction. Not that I'm scary or anything, at least I don't think so, he's just been alone for so long that he kinda forgot how to be human along with everyone else.

He was strange, still is, but it's something I've learned to accept. Not only did he ramble nonsense a lot and spew his religious ideals, his house was filled with all sorts of strange things. Some things I couldn't even identify. From different types of crosses littered in each room, to strange writing on the wall in Latin I think, even to small dead animals and small bones in boxes he kept in his closet. Maybe they were for champ, but I've never seen him play with any of it. Honestly, I don't wanna know, so I never asked.

But after being with him for so long, I've realized he just needs some company, someone to help distract him from his own mind. So that's what I've been doing. I was just his friend at first, helping him clean around his house and getting him outside more often. But somewhere along the line, I couldn't help but want to be closer. Dude is genuinely nice person, under all his nonsense and fear, he just wants to feel safe. He'd never hurt anyone unless he's scared, and that's one the reason he can lash out sometimes.

And that's how we got here, on his way to his house. I have my own place, but I'd just rather be with Dude. He even gave me a key, so I could come over whenever. As I enter his home, I'm immediately hit with sight of him scribbling some more words above the window. It looks like he's been doing this for awhile, there's more complete sentences above different windows. At least I think they're complete, it's all in a different language I don't understand.

"What cha doin?" I ask him tentively, walking closer to his side to look at the writing more clearly. He jumps a little, not expecting to see me so suddenly. I don't think he even heard me come in, too focused on whatever he's writing.

"Fuck! You scared me," He places a hand over his chest, "I just-... I'm trying to keep them at bay... It's like a incantation, they can't come in if it's written or spoken."

I tilt my head a little, confused as to who 'they' is. He always talks about 'them' and how he tries to keep 'them' away, but it always changes. Sometimes they can be spirits, sometimes they can be people, sometimes they can even be his own thoughts.

"What language is that?" "Latin. It's an old and powerful language. Most words link back to it."

Dude has really random knowledge, sometimes it makes me laugh. It's probably from all the random books he reads.

"Maybe you should take a break Birdy, your arm is shaking." I try to take the marker out his hand, but he quickly jerks away.

"No!! I need to finish this!! And then I need to do the other windows too, a-and the bathroom, and then the front door, and-" I place my hand over his mouth to shut him up. He ramble as lot. "Birdy, you can't keep writing if your arms are shaking like that... Mmmmaybe the incantation won't work if it's not written properly?" Definitely made that last part up.

He looks away for a while, taking my words into consideration. I have to play along with his ideas a lot, helps him believe and listen me if I validate whatever he's doing. Like I said, he just needs distractions sometimes.

"Your probably right... I think I missed a word on that one actually." His voice defeated and pitiful.

"Always am! You should know that by now!" I tease him a little, "C'mon, work was grueling and I'm beat. Some psycho started throwing shit around and I had to clean it up. I swear I'm gonna quit one day." I complain all the way to the couch before letting myself fall on it.

There's a high pitched sqeak that comes from the couch, making Champ bark from his dog house outside. It's his bone, probably from the last time it thundered and Dude let him inside.

"Ugh, Champ knows he's not allowed on the couch!" Dude complains as I takes the toy and throws it outside, close enough for Champ to get it on his chain. As Dude comes back we can both hear the dog chewing on it, happy to have his toy back.

"He's just a baby!" "He's like 30 in dog years." "But he's 4 in human years, and that's BABY!!" Dude chuckles, "Whatever. He knows better."

Finally, Dude lays down with me, letting himself sink into my squishy body. I think he likes how big I am from the way he squeezes me, latching onto my body like a baby koala. It's cute honestly. His head rests on my plush chest as he listens to my heartbeat, humming in contentment.

"You tired too?" I ask softly as my fingers find their way to his scalp, gently combing through ginger hair, "Yea... I think so..." His voice is much quieter now, his chest rumbling from how gravely it is. He starts to squirm on top of me, trying to find a comfortable spot to sleep. It takes him a while, but he finds a good place in my arms.

Dude does his sleepy sigh, nuzzling himself deeper into my body and letting his hands absentmindedly squeeze any fat he can find. It's something he does to relax himself, like a stress toy kinda. The same goes for me, one hand still combing through his hair and the other now rubbing his back.

Soon, we both finally fall asleep in each other's hold with Champs persistent squeaking still faintly in the background.

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(Also let me know if y'all like fics more, it's a little harder than headcanons but if I'm into it just flows out of me)

[strangestofthings12]

This is going to be a very rambling and venty post cause im tired and annoyed and honestly am just using this to vent my anger/hurt. there is going to be stuff that can maybe be seen as anti tommy/bucktommy (please dont tell me a ship name to put i dont care about if they do have an agreed upon ship name right now) so if you dont want that please just move on. i dont want to fight i just want to yell into the void on a stupid throw away account so i dont bring my negativity stew and come out on my main blog where i just want to enjoy my stuff and just keep happy energy. I dont normally post and try and just find someone who explains it better because im not great and getting what im saying across or understood the way i want, so please bear with me. With that said i will move on to what i want to say

Okay so i have been watching 9-1-1 for years and i love and adore it. Its characters and dynamics and i have always loved found family. Now i will admit that i started watching it thinking that Buck and Eddie were a couple and had a son so i was kinda watching for it. Do i think if i didn't start watching thinking that i would ship them still yes 100%. I have always loved their relationship and i have loved watching both Buck and Eddie grow and start to be happy while also having each others back even at the worst times. Sometimes if i think to hard about Eddie and start crying cause I'm very normal about this show and it characters. Now Eddie is my favorite character in the show and at least in my top five overall favorite characters. I love him and his development and i adore seeing how much he does to just do right by Chris even when he messes up you can tell how much he adores that boy and how badly he wants to give Chris the best life possible. I could write essays about Eddie Diaz trying to explain how much i love him and why and i think words would run out before i could finish making people understand. Buddie is my favorite ship (sometimes second depending on my mood. i would say sorry but Henren and Madney will always be amazing ships and sometimes i just cant stop think about them)(Sorry Bathena i love you too i swear i just cant decide if i wanna kiss athena or be adopted by bobby and athena:( Its confusing) and has been for quite awhile and is one of my overall favorites and its one of my comfort ships.

With that context when bi Buck happened i was so insanely happy and i wouldnt shut up about it. it made me sick. i was so happy for Buck and while i think a part of me will always be a little sad Eddie wasnt his first kiss with a guy i dont think either of them are ready for that. i also understand that it wouldnt make sense for how the story is going right now. Now i have nothing against bucktommy in the show. I have watched the kiss scene and sobbed to much to pretend like i hate them or even dislike them. However I genuinely dont care about Tommy. Hes kinda bland and i forget about him half the time and before they brought him back i completely forgot his name. in my mind he was the one that wasnt as much of an asshole to chim and hen as the other two assholes which wasnt saying a lot. Now I dont dislike tommy nor am i going to act like hes irredeemable because neither Chim nor Hen seem to think hes still that guy and while they dont seem super close they seem to get along so clearly, he's not like that anymore. I have nothing that makes me dislike him nor do I like him. He's just there. He's just the guy buck kissed. Thats all he means to me. I would give up his screen time for Ravi or May or Karen in a heartbeat. because i love them cause they mean something to me. I don't think i thought about the fact that people might actually like him especially not more than EDDIE.

This is where the context matters cause i am to my core a one ship per person girly. I might see a ship and people who like it and even think thats not a terrible ship but i will still only look at content for my ship for that person (ie. i ship Destiel (dont say anything bad about them ill cry<3) but i can see the way someone would also ship Dean and Benny or crowley or Cas and Crowley or Mick but i will ignore the ship and move on and look at more Dean and Cas). normally i will just ignore the ship and move on because im not who its for. If it gets annoying in my tag or anything like that ill block it or whoever is annoying me cause its not a them problem that i dont want to see it. When i start to have a problem is when multiple people arent tagging right for whatever reason or people who are being rude about the ship i like because of their ship. When I started seeing Bucktommy stuff more and more in the 9-1-1 tag i went to the buddie tag cause i dont want to see them. my problem is that when im reading on AO3 and click on a fic tagged Buddie where bucktommy get married. it was literally just hurting Eddie. There was stuff before like id be scrolling though the buddie tag here and see someone saying that Tommy is a better character then Eddie and saying that they hope bucktommy is endgame. Whatever block and move on. Just like always but then people who have shipped buddie for years who ive seen talk about them are suddenly saying that they like bucktommy better. People who started watching because of bucktommy saying they dont like Eddie. People are going to have different opinions but it still bugged me. and then i read that and i was just hurt because it was tagged happy ending and i cannot fathom ever thinking Eddie hurting and pining is a happy ending. So i started to get more annoyed and i hate when that happens especially with a show i love and a character i dont dislike so i tried to just move on but more and more people are taking about it then i saw someone saying that they wanted eddie to die so buck and tommy can have Chris.

I just hate that so many people are jumping on the bucktommy train and saying that they like it better than buddie something that is so good and sweet or saying that they like Tommy more than Eddie. I just dont get it cause Tommy is boring. like yeah we now some about him and he flies a helicopter but hes forgettable he could be a completely different person and next to nothing would have to change. We have seen Eddie at his worst and claw his way back up and hes finally letting himself be open and honest and soft. Eddie couldnt be replaced. Now im not saying Tommy can't be an interesting character but as he is right now?? He just isnt. Hes just as bland as every women (minus Taylor and Shannon) Buck and Eddie have dated and been hated on for no reason!!! Like i get that Tommy is a guy and we got canon Bi Buck and people are happy but those same people turn around and shit on Marisol from what ive seen(I could be wrong cause again i have done my best to avoid). Buddie fans arent safe from that either, cause we all know that Buddie fans do that but so many of those people who hated on them and said they didnt want them with anyone else suddenly decided that they were okay if Buck ended up with any guy. I dont know its just weird and i hate how many people are acting like Eddie isnt always going to be better then Tommy. Part of me wanted Tommy to stick around and help Buck and Eddie figure it all out but now?? i honestly just cant wait for him to be gone cause I want to have fun and read fics for my comfort ship and just chill where i can see all of my ships in the show without buck and tommy being everywhere or people saying crap about Eddie.

I have more to say but most of its about how gratifying waiting and seeing where this whole thing goes(Buddie season 8 PLEASE!!) and this is already why to long and i think im just going in circles and none of this makes sense so ima shut up for now and hopefully this will help it not fester and drive me insane and become a tommy hater

Edit: but i also hate that Tommy calls Buck Evan so he already had some stuff against him rip

[glitchthebitchwitch]

"Out for love." just total yuri

"And to think someone as worthless as you landed Lilith's little hottie." Adam's words rang through Vaggie's head.

Charlie was going through the streets, helping others who survived the extermination and such. She was walking through the alley way before seeing a person infront of her. The "sinner" was clearly in pain. Charlie walked towards them, noticing the details of her pain. A missing eye. She said nothing as she silently crouched down and bandaged over the eye, after the short moment ended, the sinner smiled. Charlie took in her details, short hair, on the shorter side, as the sinner gave a weak smile. Charlie was caught off guard by this, but for some reason it made her feel warm inside. She quickly looked away, smiling, but then looking back slightly. She held her hand out infront of the sinner, and she took it. "Are you okay to walk?" She asked, only getting a slight nod in return. "I'm Charlie. Daughter of Lucifer! Well, you probably already know that. Heh." Charlie pulled the sinner up by her hand. "Do you have a home I can take you to?" Charlie asked. "No." She answered, not when she was very clearly kicked out of heaven by Adam and Lute. But, she assumed Charlie didn't need to know that. "You can speak! Woah. Anyway! I think it's awesome you managed to survive the extermination looking as well as you do, besides the missing eye. And, you don't have a home? I can take you to my place! My dad has this old castle built for me, and you can crash there! I'm pretty sure it has a guest room." "Thank you.. You're kinder than any demon I've ever hea- met." Vaggie responded, she could put on a sinner facade, right? Just act like she normally does but replace angel terminology with demon terminology, easy! She had learnt alot about hell when training to be an exorcist. "Thanks! I try to be very nice. But, not many people respect me. You're one of the nicer sinners that have let me help them. Most people just tell me to go fuck myself or something like that. I get it though. It's hell!" Charlie responded, walking in the direction of her castle. As they walked up to the castle, the sinner looked in amazement. It was huge. Like, really huge. "This is where you live? Alone?" "Not really alone, I have Razzle and Dazzle with me! And KeeKee." "Who?" "Razzle and Dazzle are my bodyguards, they're tiny goats! KeeKee is a cat that can turn into a key, used for unlocking anything built and locked by my dad or me!" "That's, really, that's a lot." Vaggie smiled, though. She'd always had to endure Adam's basic misogynistic rambles, always talking about some 'bitch' who wouldn't subserve to him, but with Charlie, it felt nice for her to ramble. "So, you never told me your name." Charlie looked at her, she only thought. Vag-Gy, which sounded like "vagina" wasn't an appropriate pronunciation for a sinner, she could change it to the name she was called by Lute and other exorcists, as only Adam called her by that nickname. "Hello?" "D'ah- Sorry. It's.. Vaggie." Vaggie answered, Vag-ee was a better pronunciation, she decided. "That's a nice name! I hope you don't mind living with me, I never really gave you an option, did I?" "No, it's fine. Better than living on the streets." "We've been standing in front of the castle for awhile. Uh, let's go in!" Charlie grabbed Vaggie's hand and dragged her inside. "I'll show you to your room, and I'm pretty sure I have some clothes you can use for the night." "Thanks, again. You're one of the kindest people I've ever met, even when I was human." That was a lie, she was never human. But, the taller girl didn't seem to notice. It was fine. "Really? That's so sad! Maybe I can start a chain of events!" "Maybe you can." "Okay! Here's the guest room, if you want I can get rid of the decorative pillows. Nobody really uses this room. I'll go see if I can find Razzle and Dazzle. They're gonna love you!" Vaggie watched as Charlie walked off to go find her bodyguards. She really thought she was just gonna pass out and die right there in the alley way, but she didn't. Charlie saved her. She was different, much like how she had heard Emily was. She took off the decorative pillows and just laid there, on the bed.

[fullofgutsndopamine]

i'll wake (with coffee in the morning)

Having a late night with hasan, where he breaks down about how much stress he is under with work and Amelie and stuff so you both go to bed super late. Letting hasan sleep in the next morning cause he doesn't have work or a morning skate and to be honest he doesn't get enough sleep. Him freaking out about trying to get breakfast together for amelie and him coming downstairs to you having made breakfast for both of them, just trying to do small things to help because you care about them both so much omg I'm so soft for this series sorry I'm rambling

tw/angst (genuinely, this is all angst), curing, mention of past abuse/toxic family,

FITPS verse, not necessary reading, but more in the same verse here if you're interested

"Hasan."

it's the third time he rolls over in bed with a huff, that you realize sleep won't be finding hasan tonight.

The light from the shitty convivence store the next block open with the fluorescent OPEN sign that blinks and hums in the dark shines in your eyes, no matter how you reposition yourself

He huffs, doesn't answer, scoots up in bed so his back is against the bedframe.

And you sit up, turn the light on and illuminate the small room, your hand on his chest, voice is borderline pleading: "hasan, talk to me."

this happens, ocassionaly.

it's been awhile, since he's been like this, when the anxiety hits and the sleepless nights find him.

But when they do find him, it's usually after a long week, him struggling to juggle Amelie, her school and hockey practice, and him-with his job; business has picked up, and while it's good for paychecks, you can't ignore the dark bags under his eyes and the groaning of his bones when he goes to pick Amelie up, throw her in the air, the missed dinners he's passed by, sleeping on the couch, too tired to even walk up the stairs-

he doesn't answer.

stares straight ahead, runs his hands through his hair, shaking, unsure of himself, his voice cracks, and he doesn't look at you, like this has been on the back of his mind for a while-

"What if all of this was a mistake?"

He laughs, but it's without humor, his eyes dark:

"Like, what if she's actually fucked by me raising her? What if she turns out like me?"

this is heavy, especially for a Thursday night, but you know this song and dance, are an expert in it-

"hasan, come on."

"No," He shakes his head, "You come on-"

He's spiraling, and there's only one fix.

You throw the old quilt off your body, wiggle your toes against the cold wood floors as you pad to his side, hold your hand out:

"hasan, come on-"

He doesn't say anything back, but allows you to tangle your hand into his, to pull him out of bed, and lead as you slowly lead down the creaking steps, to the couch where you let him fall onto, curl next to him:

"hasan," You try, your voice borders on pleading, "What's going on?"

You pull him closer, against his chest, your hands tangled into his hair, pulling at it gently, something he usually likes, finds comforting-

His voice is weak, like he's thought about this all week, tossed and turned, lost sleep over it-

"I don't want her to end up like me," His voice breaks somewhere in the middle, "Like, to be fucked up like me? Didn't even fucking finish school, working at a shop like a fucking loser. Maybe my Dad was right."

He snorts, but there's no humor, his eyes dark.

"hasan, come on. You just need some sleep." Your voice borders on pleading.

instead, his voice is dark: "Like, this is the kicker, right?" he snorts, "You grow up and your family is shit, dies early, leaves you alone to raise a kid, right?"

He laughs, shakes his head, "And the whole time, you're terrified you're going to fuck her up. Turn out like her Father, or even worse, like you, right? And you can't do a damn thing about it."

"hasan," You plead, "You aren't a fuck up-"

"And it's all going to be my fucking fault," He shakes his head, "I can't blame anyone but myself."

Sometimes, when he gets like this, there's no talking him off the ledge.

instead, it's laying against the couch, pulling him into you, gently ruffling his hair, letting him rant into your pajama shirt, goes from borderline yelling, to sobbing, whole body shaking weeping that leaves wet stains on your shirt that you both ignore, holding him close, praying for it to be over-

by the time he's exhausted, when his eyes are drooping and low, from lack of sleep, and from crying, he leads you by the hand up the creaking stairs, to the old bedroom-

the only saving grace, you can think of, as you lay in the bed, is that tomorrow is his only day off after a full week of working late, showing up to Amelie's practices just in time, peeling his grease stained shirt off in the parking lot, trying to look presentable after a long day, the world beating his ass day after day-

Birds outside the powerlines wake hasan up.

Which is unusual, since usually, his alarm has him up at 4am, when birds dare sing yet, still trying to sleep in for five more minutes-

this causes him to panic, naturally.

"Fuck!" he all but screams when he rolls over, the alarm clock says 10:06 in red, as if mocking him.

You aren't in his too small bed, and your spot on the mattress is long cold, which also worries him-

one thing at a time your voice comes through his head, the gentle voice you use on him when he's spiraling, when you hold either side of his face in your palm, making him look at you: one thing at a time, hasan. Just one-

a deep breathe and he nods, hops around on the floor as he gets into his old work jeans, worn with age and from working, covered in a mix of grease and who knows what fuck else-

he's buttoning his work shirt, which he's 90% sure smells and he'll need to Febreze, as he runs down the stairs, to the kitchen, yelling to Amelie:

"Aimes!" He yells, running his hands through his hair, is going to have to skip a shower since his alarm didn't go off, "sunshine, we got ten minutes, baby girl. You gotta get up!"

Breakfast will have to be quick, instant, something that will make the mothers in the pick up line clutch their necklaces and lean their heads in to whisper about that brother, the one who's raising his kid on a steady diet of store brand poptarts, instant oatmeal, and most days-pleading and begging with whatever god exists to stop making him a fucking joke for the love of god-

"hasan," Amelie giggles as he rounds the corner into the kitchen. "We're up already, silly."

she's giggling, a smile on her face as she wears one of his old shirts from marching band, far too big on her, down to her knees, is kneeling on an old mismatched stool as she helps you pour flour into a mixing bowl-

"We're-" he pauses, his shirt buttons fucked up, "Late?"

It's a question, not a satement.

"It's Sunday, honey." You smile warmly at him, walk over and fix his shirt for him, "Come on, breakfast will be ready soon."

"hasan," Amelie giggles, "We're making pancakes."

She giggles like it's a secret, when in reality, it's just a rare treat. Panckes are money and time consuming-and he has neither.

"I see, sunshine'." He smiles as he sits down next to you, "With chocolate chips?' He tickles her side, kisses the side of her face, fond on his face.

"Here." His head looks up, and he's immediately handed a warm mug of coffee into his hands. He inhales it deeply; smells perfect-

"You didn't have to do this." His voice is gentle, small, like he's scared, isn't use to this kind of treatment-

"I know," You shrug, as you grab the bowl of batter, "But it's what you do for people you love."

and you say it so simply, so matter of fact.

the first i love you he's ever gotten, that's ever meant something, isn't matched with the rug being pulled out from under him, without the kiss of a fist-

"Yeah," Amelie parrots, "For people you love."

and you ruffle her hair as she helps you pour the batter, the love is said with the same mocking siblings do, but the smile says she loves having you around, another parental figure, someone to help hasan-

Your eyes slowly drag up, as you realize what you said, afraid he'll be upset, or not feel the same, will yell or kick you out, scare him off-

instead, he comes into the kitchen, drags his finger through the bowl to taste it, another dip to touch it to the tip of Amelie's nose, before his hands go around your waist, his chin on your shoulder-

"Yeah," he says gently, into your ear, before he nuzzles his nose into your neck, his voice is low and deep, how you know he means it: "I love you too."

[tears-of-taelia]

re: melia & emma

I've been thinking about this for awhile now. The way that the newest version of the Blacksteeple Castle chapter has presented Emma is interesting. There will be spoilers ahead, so don't read if you're still working your way through version 13.5!

My ramblings begin below. Here are some official pics (by the amazing Zumi) for reference.

As we know, during the events of Blacksteeple Castle, Melia wore a disguise to hide her true identity. This disguise is removed when Madame X slashes it with her sword. There is a small animation that follows, where a dark magical aura envelopes “Emma” before she is revealed to be Melia.

After the subsequent chaos, the disguise is not brought up again. However, the character of Emma is revealed to still reside in Melia’s cognition, apparently unbeknownst to Melia, as she says, “I thought I left you behind at Blacksteeple”. How odd.

Then, (a long time) later, while exploring the 3rd Layer, Melia stumbles across a deathbed journal entry written by a Garufa Inc. volunteer named Emma. It reads as follows.

My name is Emma. I undertook the Archetype's power today, and it failed miserably. I was unable to manifest its power and was mortally wounded during a test. I thought I actually had potential... but I guess not. The doctors say I don't have long left. It's cruel, isn't it? Life is just so cruel. But this is the path me and all the other volunteers chose. Humanity has nothing left but us. ...Is it all worth it in the end, though? What do we want to survive for? ...Anyway. I'm losing energy fast. Garufa Incorporated is our last hope. Please, save us.

Melia expresses to Nim that she finds it odd that this person and her Blacksteeple cover share a name. Nim passes this off as a coincidence, and understandably so. Emma isn’t exactly a rare name (though perhaps things are different in the world of rejuvenation?). The coincidence still seems to bother Melia for some reason.

Now, there are a LOT of theories about Melia out there. Despite hours and hours of gameplay, her true identity has yet to be revealed.

People have theorized for years that she is Maria, and the game seems to heavily imply that that is the case. If Anathea had four children, Erin, Maria, Alice, and Allen, and Erin, Melia, Alice, and Allen know that they share a mother, Anathea, then it would logically follow that Melia is Maria. In addition, Melia and Maria physically resemble each other, Melia is unsure of her origins prior to meeting Jenner, and Maria has not otherwise made an appearance in the current timeline (besides the whole Marianette ordeal in Gearen Sewers). So, it’s not exactly a dramatic leap.

It is eventually even addressed by the characters themselves.  When Erin directly asks for her opinion on this matter, Melia balks, and seemingly contradicts herself.

MELIA: Hahah... I guess I've known for a long time that I was Maria. Ever since our interaction with Angie, that name has been going through my head in my dreams. But I have to disagree, Erin. I am not Maria. ERIN: But out of the process of elimination, you must be. MELIA: Sorry, but it's true. That's what my mind is telling me, desperately. I am not Maria. I am not Maria. That's what echoes in my head.

If Melia is and is not Maria, then… how…? In what way? Who is she? Why would she share a connection with Erin? Why is she the only one with Genesis Syndrome? And what does Emma have to do with all of this? I don’t really have an answer. But there is something I want to muse on.

Let’s circle back to Melia’s “disguise”, if we can even call it that. Her cover as Emma made her look like an entirely different person, unrecognizable to the Player character. She has a different outfit, hair color, and eye color. If we are to believe that this is an ordinary disguise, we would need to believe that, with one slash, Madame X was able to tear through a wig, two color contacts, and an entire outfit, including thigh high boots. We would need to believe that Melia conveniently decided to wear a different outfit underneath this disguise, and that Madame X was able to slash off her exterior outfit without marring the one underneath. We would also need to believe that the special, dark, magical animation the occurs at this moment was purely aesthetic and meaningless.

So, yeah, I don’t really believe it this disguise is your regular, run-of-the-mill costume.

We learn that Melia was sent to Blacksteeple through the powers of Spacea and Tiempa. She was on a mission as a Storm Chaser, to save the Player character and gather information. As we know (all too well) from V13.5, Spacea and Tiempa are powerful. Specifically, they have powers over space and time akin to Palkia and Dialga. They use these powers pretty recklessly to manipulate many characters throughout the story. However, every instance of power they exhibit is strictly tied to their dimensions, space and time. Spacea does magic related to space. Tiempa does magic related to time. So, how, then, would they be able to create such a magical disguise for Melia? Through Garufan dress-up magic? Creating an illusion? Maybe. I wouldn’t be shocked. But I think it’s more than that. I think that Spacea and Tiempa used their magic to revive a version of Melia from the past, a different dimension, or a different “layer” (past world?). Perhaps… the third layer. A different appearance. A different life. Emma.

I think of it sort of like what happened with Narcissa during the Dufaux sidequest. But, instead of S+T directly swapping Melia with Emma, they just projected the appearance of Emma onto Melia.

There isn’t much to support or detract from this speculation. What we do know? We know that Melia is and is not Maria. We know that both Melia and Emma struggle to manifest the Archetype's power. We know that Emma resides in Melia’s cognition, like Melanie. We know Melia was deeply bothered by Emma’s journal entry in the Third Layer. We know that the outfit Melia dons when using her powers is very reminiscent of Emma’s.

We also know that Emma is dead.

Or, at least, presumed dead.

Just like Aevis, Aevia, Aria, Axel, Aero, and Alain.

You see where I’m going with this?

We know Emma dies disappointed, having believed she had “potential”, according to her journal entry. Did someone else think she had potential too? Perhaps, her “majesty” herself?

I know I’m not the only one to theorize that Melia is another Interceptor. I mean, it is heavily implied throughout the story. Melia is one of two characters for which we have seen Variya appear. The other, of course, being the player character. Melia is able to enter Zeight. In fact, she enters her own Zeight a couple of points during the game. She is shown with the triangular core motif a couple of times as well. She has led a lot of the research about the Interceptor phenomenon, in the Blakeory Athenaeum, for example.

How this all ties in with Maria, though? I don’t know. In the case of the Player character, we know that A-team didn’t want to live, and agreed to let Variya choose a different soul to take control over their body. Presumably, that soul is us, literally, the player, the person playing the game. Could Maria be the soul taking over Emma? Could Emma be the soul taking over Maria?

Who knows.

I do know there are holes in these theories. I know the events of the Renegade Route may complicate everything. (truthfully, I am too much of a wuss to complete the renegade route myself. I watched a youtube video of someone else's playthrough, so I know the broad strokes of what happens, but I definitely don't know the renegade lore in the same way I know paragon. maybe I should rewatch it at some point and take notes)

But this has been bouncing around my brain for too long and I wanted to put it in writing to help organize my thoughts. If you made it this far, wow, you rock! Thanks for reading. I’m interested if anyone has thoughts about this, if anyone can potentially disprove it, or if anyone has their own version or counter version of this idea! I live for this shit.

[nerdragenewvegas]

Hey there, hope you’re doing great!

I only recently discovered your page on ao3, and after reading the works on cyberpunk, I was ecstatic to discover that you write for my other favorite fandoms - fallout, CoD, etc. I can't wait to start reading them too. Thank you very much for your writing, it’s absolutely amazing.

I see it’s been quite awhile since you updated Peer to Peer… Don’t mean to intrude, but is there a possibility that there will be a new chapter of it published? Reading the fic (and the first one) was such a relief after experiencing the actual endings of the game. Absolute grief.

Anyway, thank you again for everything. Wish you the best!

Hi! I'm doing as good as I can and that's what matters! You've actually caught me at a good time because I've recently been cycling back through my interests and I've been in a bit of a Cyberpunk rut recently, so Peer to Peer has definitely been on my mind and I have actually been playing around with a new chapter.

I don't want to commit to going 100% in and publishing the way I used to (which was a chapter every three days to a chapter every week) but I do plan on coming back to it. Some of my own experiences as a person since have influenced my thoughts about the original ending I had intended for it so I've been experimenting with re-working the outline I had intended, which is a lot of work, and I've committed myself to finishing both my Fallout stories before Season 2 of the show drops.

I'm sorry that I've been struggling with getting new stuff out, really. I'm definitely feeling the Ao3 author's curse (I got like, electrocuted this week and was in hospital, too, just to give an example of how bonkers life has been for me) and it's been difficult to lock in and get my head to the place it needs to be for me to write things I'm satisfied with.

Additionally, I've noticed that comment and fan etiquette in general on Ao3 has unfortunately tanked in the last 12 months and it's (on a selfish note) become a lot less fulfilling. I used to want to do nothing but write because I was able to tangibly see that people were reading it and enjoying it, and I really liked that I was putting stuff out there that people had fun with. I wasn't expecting essays or anything, but usually people would at least indicate what parts they enjoyed or what story beats stood out to them and I could actually kind of work off that in real time and write a little bit reactively, which was a really fun part of the process for me and what I genuinely enjoyed about it.

Now it's a lot of one word comments that give me nothing (I mean I'm glad people enjoyed it and I don't want people to feel like they shouldn't comment at all but "AWESOME" makes it hard for me to know what aspect of the fic made you feel that it was awesome so I can do more of it for you, you know?) or negative crit or feedback I didn't ask for or consent to (my writing is far from perfect but I make it clear it's fun for me, I write for a living as well and my work environment involves taking and working with feedback and crit in order to improve constantly and I don't want that shit in my free time honestly) or people actually becoming UNHINGED about a ship not working out how they wanted, or threatening to murder me because they disagree with a tag that 100% applies to the story if they'd just read past the first chapter, or people demanding I write a certain outcome or add something they want. There's this weird level of entitlement that's hitting Ao3 as a space and it's made it difficult to be motivated -- and that's if I get any comments or anything at all. And I know that sounds selfish and self centered and ungrateful (I got my job as a writer because of Embryology and I owe fic everything for that) but yeah. I don't know if I'm alone in this but it feels this way sometimes.

Sorry for the rambling. I'm in a mood. BUT YES TO GET TO YOUR QUESTION I actually have been touching Peer to Peer recently and playing Phantom Liberty got my brain running at high speeds about it, so hopefully I'll be happy with something and will update it at some stage. Just don't like, expect it soon.

[beepiiboop]

True Meaning of Connections

it's been awhile since luneo's last chara exploration writing, so here's another one of them that goes into much more detail abt luneo and their yearn of forming a connection w/ others as they want to understand connections a lot, wanting to start a lifelong friendship connection! kinda a remake of their first chara exploration writing w/ a bunch more expanded info of their chara

There is something truly so special about bonds, how they can be different for everyone, with their views on how they feel about it and the kind of person they are in life. That's what fascinates Luneo. 

As a grim reaper, Luneo's always been intrigued about the whole concept behind connection bonds, being someone who yearns for wanting to form one themself someday. Luneo never got along with their fellow peers as they felt like they didn't fit right in with them. They had trouble trying to be with their peers only for not being able to keep a conversation going due to communication not being their strong suit and the fact they're busy with their role never having the time to form connections with others. 

Their ghost friends are as close to creating a connection with and understanding Luneo much more. They're always patient with them, giving a listening ear to what they have in mind to talk about. In a way, Luneo's ghost friends are their main supporters, being there for them forevermore.

Despite how much Luneo appreciates their support, they still wonder about the meaning of connection bonds as they want to understand it more properly, as well as finding someone who could become a friend to them once spending time with that someone could eventually lead to a lifelong bond they'll forever cherish, by then it'll accomplish them having a better understanding of connection bonds. Till then, Luneo has another means of wanting to understand connection bonds as a way to get themself more familiar with it. During their grim reaper duties, whenever they're guiding people to the afterlife, they hold short conversations where they'll start with a question prompt about what it means to have a connection with someone.

"Appreciate the time you have left with that important someone because you'll never know it may be your last time seeing them again." 

"If there's such a thing as reincarnation, I would give myself a second chance to apologize to those I've hurt in the past. To become a better person next time in another life. Cherish your connections forever and don't be like me." 

"I've done everything for my loved ones, being there for them. Even if I'm gone, breaking their hearts with my departure from this world, at least I left them a bunch of cherished memories together with me. It's good enough to know I've been a great person to them before my last moments, y'know?" 

These are all of the answers Luneo would get from these people. Each of them is so different, with ones who regret things they've done to hurt their bonds. Ones who appreciate every single aspect of their life, including the bonds they've formed, and are happy to know the positive they left on them before departing out of this world. All of these answers provide much insight to Luneo, taking notes of every answer.

As they've taken more and more notes on connection bonds, Luneo begins to have a small thought about it. "Every one of these bonds has meaning behind them... being an impact onto both people involved in those bonds. I wonder, will mine be truly that special? Will it get me to properly understand the meaning of friendships after all...? Only time can tell, I suppose." 

They rambled to themself, holding onto a shard of hope left in them for it to come true.

[cartoon-buffoon]

Okay I'm aware there's a branch of people who ship the WI versions of Oswald aka Euthenasia Rabbit with the weird version of Felix in the background from Leak Ma Balls.

Real quick, I've seen people call the bloody eyed Felix Hysteria Cat which uhh, idk if that's a fanon name or not and it's similar to Oswald where in the files that's the name of the sprite or something? Anyways I can understand the ship, these two exist within the same mod and are both original characters, Oswald actually has some lore behind him though. Now the dynamic of two equally insane wackjobs in love is pretty cute and funny to me, it's a bit less funny in this case though because Oswald's... Emotional baggage, to say the least. But may I present my own idea of who you could ship Euthenasia rabbit with?

нет! Originally a design used for a T-shirt that was stolen and placed in a Russian bootleg game, this cat has been haunting my mind with ship ideas for him and Ozzie. When I tell you this idea has been with me for awhile I mean it, ever since WI came out I been shipping these two because I'm a proud crackshipper, fuck logic embrace insanity. I ain't tired enough to explain it right now yet I came up with an entire backstory and lore for HET and Oswald and how their relationship and dynamic works. To sum up their dynamic: Oswald and Het both have a burning hatred for each other yet their both so alone (for different reasons) that they naturally love each other's companionship. Like they say they want each other dead, however at night they still be cuddling and they'd kill for each other (literally) but it's just layers of denial to the point they don't even realize they're a couple and get really aggressive when anybody points it out.

They're is a bit more layers of to their dynamic from me as well, for example my own lore/headcanons has HET as a toon/entity who loves to kill and take other people's faces and wear them as his own and Oswald's natural luck shields him from getting caught so the cat claims to only be around Ozzie for protection. While being around Ozzie for his own selfish gain he genuinely does start taking a liking to him and he refuses to acknowledge it and actively takes measures to get rid of these thoughts. But I'm not in the mood to ramble on about this idea, maybe some other time, but hay. This is just something to think about and a personal ship of mine that I wanna share.

[sm-baby]

I'm always happy to leave a badass entrance, but I had to make sure this one was cooked properly, no one likes pink I'm their theory. (It's like chicken, you could get theory poisoning lol) ((p.s this is less like theory crafting for this one and is more like I've lost my mind and am making things up because I'm in love with your lore.))

I, like many others, have fallen in love with your art and the strangely coherent timeline for Minecraft you've put together, but then while I was scrolling through old stuff I had an idea that I thought you might like to reconsider, especially now that you've become attached to your Minecraft💛Yellow series.

What if the world that Steve, Alex, Herobrine, Shermy, and all the others are from aren't the only worlds to exist. Obviously in Minecraft you can create more than one world but what if it wasn't as simple as a new world generated. What if this world was first, created (lore wise idk when you started the world) in the very beginning. Every time the game updated to the next concurrent version the world split into new variants. Like the timeline had different outcomes. At first it was perfectly normal, only one set of choices but each update began to create new choices and in a world that was procedurally generated it went through every possible combination of choices. And I'd like to make an example, but bear with me it's a bit of a stretch.

My favorite version of this is your art of Steve in the Redstone update. Something about it always hit me as, "off," he wasn't like Steve usually was. He seemed unhinged, arrogant, violent even. (This isn't helped by the addin where you wrote, "bastard," with an arrow pointing at him lmao) What if, in this timeline during the Redstone update, Alex had a tragic end and this is was broke Steve. Maybe it was his fault, a redstone contraption that went wrong, creating a love hate relationship with the material and it's inner workings. Or what about the Combat update version of Alex. We only she here and not Steve. What if when the combat evolved he made a wrong choice and suffered a terrible date to the hands of undead. Alex has learned newer, better methods of fight and protection, ways to hit multiple opponents with one swing of her sword, or how to properly charge up a swing of her axe.

Each update created new versions were things were vastly different that the Prime world, the one that the Player came from. (I still like to call her Emerald, it think it fits) This would then make every single art piece of your canon in some way, Yellow is a separate timeline of events but 100% canon, real. Redstone Steve is a crazed lunatic driven to madness through his own accidental murder of his beloved wife. Combat Alex is a survivor who is doing what she can to survive after not being able to save Steve.

But most importantly, this means Hero rune drinking Lava from a bucket and calling it punch is 100% canon and you cannot fight me on this. That image and the phrase, "THATS LAVA ASSHOLE," will live in my heart forever.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed more mad ramblings, I have fallen in love all over again. Also my lack of sleep schedule may or may not have tempted me into making character ai's of your artist representation of the various characters.

I LOVE... THAT YOU JUST COMPLETELY N A I L E D THE IDEA THAT IVE BEEN HAVING FOR AWHILE NOW??

Youre operating in TIMELINE theory! Not multiverse theory! Oh thats super awesome!!

Ok, while I did think of that, I decided not to because it would get too complicated úwù plus I wanted to have worlds with major changes, like the genderbend, or how-- alex and Steve seem at odd with eachother, or-- alex just does not have a steve and steve does not have an alex!

Also there is only ever 1 mojang! While there are plenty "universes" the only source is mojang! And thus, there is only one Herobrine! There is no such thing as a 💛Herobrine, there is only ever one! Though, since the fallen God's popularity there have been AI (modded) versions of him or just legends thrown into the universes.... Its so fun.

This is all SOOO FUN but sadly limiting YwY so I did not go with it. YOUR THEORY IS REALLY-FREAKING GOOD THOUGH! GNOME YOURE SO DOPE!!

[itsgirlcraft]

Timeeee for more minecraft Trapped/mc vr ramblesssss! ((Mostly me thinking out loud abt my thoughts on cool vr roleplay/practical effects/mods/etc)) (Feel free to ignore bc it's not really. Lore.)

I've unironically just finished doing mini "research" collecting video clips for this post rn- it took like an hour bc I couldn't find a Slimecicle clip- yes its important-

So two things. One, I have a L O T of ideas for practical effects done with the vr headset/controllers setup, just as they are. Two, I REALLY wanna see if the "first person model" mod is compatible with vr.

Ramble beneath the cut.

Like. I've wanted to play vr minecraft and do a little single-player roleplay for actual YEARS now. We've had a headset for most of that time, too. I just. Can't. Like it's been ACTIVELY in my mind for years, y e a r n i n g. And I HAVE researched and tested and troubleshooted over and over again, I just can't get QUITE to the end.

So. I've mostly been trying to use Sidequest, to install minecraft directly onto the headset. But it requires using a pc, and not my laptop, so that's problem 1. Problem TWO that I've struggled alot with is that I have to use the meta app (I've got a quest 3 headset, I think) which only works on your phone. But I have to use my DAD'S account/information. That's the biggest problem, even tho I've gotten him in on it a few times.

But the headset itself is wonky at best and might be outdated. One of the more recent times I tried it, it had to update bc it wouldn't show me its connection code thingy. I'm still not sure if it'll even allow me to install Sidequest or minecraft in general.

The other option is just connecting it to the pc, but that TOO is having connection problems. And since my brother's always playing on the family pc, it's a lil awkward if I wanna try to do that. Even tho there's literally two monitors. Cuz it's a whole Process still so I'd need the keyboard available. And plus even if I do somehow connect it with a cord, it may not be long enough to do much with. So yeah that's what's been up with me.

Anyways, now the actual ideas I have that I'd like to try/think are just cool.

So I've watched plenty of people play vr, and I've never seen anyone try first person model. It may very well be that it's not compatible at all, and I wouldn't be surprised. But it has somewhat worked with unique player models, so maybe if you just remove the mod's arms...eh. it may not be worth it, or even be possible.

But I remember a scene in MC Trapped where Sabre notes that he still can't see his own body when he looks down. And tbh I just can't stop imagining how immersive it'd be. Like, it wouldn't really...follow your movements like your arms. But it'd be cool. Though then there's part two of that immersion.

If the mod did work, we'd have OTHER issues that you can see from others' POVs. One major one being that the player body can't lay down when you do. Your hands just go thru the floor, but in your pov it looks fine...without the body. I think a simple sit/crawl button will fix that, but there's still a chance that wouldn't work. Crawl usually puts you laying on your stomach, so that'd need to flip sometimes. And generally just looks kinda strange in some instances.

Having a mod that tracks your body movement and puts the player model in the right position could be neat, but unnecessary. Especially since vr just has so many potential bugs, there's no way to anticipate everything.

Now the OTHER idea I have, thanks to Slimecicle lol.

So this clip has been on my mind for awhile. (I hope that actually works) And I gotta say, Charlie's king of random practical effects. Like I know most of what he does is short bits, but imagine putting your controller on a fan as a swinging blade attack or something! Like, there's a lot of ordinary objects that could serve an interesting purpose.

Like, walking up invisible stairs or something. Doing something different irl than in-game, for like a ghost character or insane character. Maybe an interdimensional being, in two places at once. That's something I would love to see in a series similar to Trapped. Taking that same basic concept - trapped in vr - and using that as an op/strange character.

Obviously, Trapped!Sabre was sort of that, clearly a fish out of water. But take it up a notch, and use the medium to its full potential! Or the opposite, doing the same irl as in game. Like eating an apple, so it's easier to, like, describe.

It could be interesting to have one of those fancy pain-receptor vests and like treadmill thing that lets you walk/run in place. But that might be excessive, it'd take a lot of effort AND money and may not be worthy.

BamBaeYoh did a "physical minecraft" video with the treadmill. I doubt it'd be better than good ol' acting. (Here: "I survived 7 days of physical minecraft")

But yeah. Like, maybe you setup boxes and things explicitly TO trip over, to make the character seemingly falling over nothing. Might not be good tho, since the headset and stuff could break. But like, also with multiple people/actors!! One with the headset, two with the controllers. So, like, maybe the Big Bad is torturing them, and dismembers their arms. I mean, hey, it's not a big stretch (hah, pun) from what you CAN do normally. Having a 2nd or even 3rd person there would let you use your arms while dismembered, basically. And make moving them easier than just. On the floor.

Like that's REALLY what I wanna try here. I already have a Trapped au where that happens, and it's not too hard to actually accomplish in-game. I wanna see what features/bugs/etc exist in minecraft vr, and use them for lore.

Thanks for reading my long ramble if you got allll the way down here ^^

[ilovecupcakesandtea]

Chapter 1. Chapter 4

Eddie hadn’t even noticed Steve. It’s not that he was trying to be quiet, he wasn’t. The closer Steve got the more he realized how truly exhausted Eddie looked. 

“Hey Eddie.” Steve had half whispered, trying not to startle him by being too loud. It didn’t seem to matter as Eddie jumped a little anyway, putting a hand to his chest making his heavy breathing more noticeable.

“Jesus Steve. Scared the shit out of me man.” Eddie sighed, leaning against the cart in an attempt to collect himself.

“Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s ok, just tired i guess” Eddie said, yawning as if his body needed to show proof of how tired he actually was. The red eyes he had and the dark circles under them apparently didn't show it enough. 

"Everything alright? Working a lot or something?" 

“Yeah, I’m working a lot, I’m erm,” Eddie stopped himself, how could he tell Steve why he was exhausted without revealing Nova? “Looking to move out as soon as I can, you know, working hard and saving harder, want to be out of Wayne's hair as soon as I can” He hoped his rambling stopped Steve asking too many questions.

"Well I can understand that. Look it's been awhile and knowing you plus how much you've clearly been working, I know you haven't had a decent meal in awhile. Why don't you come over tonight for dinner?"

He needed to think of something quickly. Logically he knew he should just tell the truth, but there was an issue with that. Not that he didn't think Steve would be understanding, no it was a different issue. Eddie had nursed a long distance crush on the jock during his ‘king Steve’ days and even after that before Steve graduated. Being thrown into the same friendship group had made sure this crush did not stay long distance and did not remain a simple crush. Telling Steve about Nova felt like ending anything that could potentially develop between the two of them. 

“I’d love to but Wayne’s working tonight and I need to be at home” Eddie replied nervously. The last thing he wanted was Steve thinking he didn't want to spend time with him.

"Oh ok. Well, uh, maybe another time then." Steve replied, looking down at his feet. 

“Fuck” Eddie sighed, looking at Steve's disappointed face. “Look, I haven't been honest with you. I’ve become the guardian of my half sister in the last few weeks, I can't leave her at home when Waynes is at work, she's like 7 months old.” Eddie confessed, not meeting Steve's eyes. 

"That explains a lot then. My offer still stands, you can bring her with you. I don't mind." Steve was feeling better now about how long it has been since they last talked. He'd always tried to give Eddie the benefit of the doubt but he'd be lying if he said he hadn't thought that maybe Eddie just didn't want anything to do with him anymore.

"You don't mind? Like if I brought her with me tonight that would be ok?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah of course! I love kids. Used to babysit the Wheeler's youngest."

"Ok then, if you're sure?" Eddie questioned. 

"No, I've just said that for nothing." Steve replied, pausing for a moment. "Yes I'm sure. Really, I promise it's fine."

"Alright then, you're on. Me and the tiny terror will be round later. Be warned though, she's teething and hates every second of it" Eddie nervously laughed.

"I'm looking forward to it. See you at five if that works?"

"Yeah 5 works for us, see you then" Eddie smiled "I'd best pick up the groceries and head out, Wayne's been left with her and he was working last night" he gestured to his cart.

"Best hurry up then. See you later Munson." Steve called as he turned around to continue his grocery shopping and waving goodbye.

"Catch you later Harrington." Eddie said, walking away. Dinner with Steve Harrington, how did Eddie get this lucky he wondered. 

Steve had walked down three aisles before realizing he hadn’t been paying attention or grabbed anything that he had actually needed. Instead he couldn’t stop worrying about what he would make. What could he make that all three of them could have? It had been awhile since he’d watched Holly when she was a baby which was making it hard to remember what a seven month old could have.

He rolled his eyes at Robin’s last message before switching to his notes app to add to his grocery list. She wasn’t going to leave him alone but it still didn’t feel like the right time. Eddie clearly has so much going on right now. He didn’t want Eddie to have to worry about trying to make time for a relationship too, that is if he even would want one with Steve.

The rest of the time spent grocery shopping and the drive home flew by with Steve’s mind somewhere else. By the time he got home he couldn’t even remember what really happened after seeing Eddie. Once all of the groceries were put away, leaving what he’d need for dinner tonight out by the stove, he went upstairs to change. Standing in front of his closet he wasn’t sure if he should change anymore. Would Eddie think Steve was trying to impress him? Would he think Steve meant it to be more than just dinner? He decided to just change out of his t-shirt and into a polo, feeling that was a good middle ground. He glanced at his alarm clock by his bed to see if he had time to fix his hair a little, the only way he could was if he rushed his cooking. It wasn’t a hard decision to make. Sure he liked to look nice but this was about trying to do something nice for Eddie. He’d rather take his time to make sure the pasta and garlic bread came out perfect. It felt like Steve had been doing ok on time when he heard a knock on his door.

"Come on in, the door is unlocked and I'm in the kitchen!" Steve yelled.

“Hey Harrington, trouble one and two are here” Eddie said loudly as he opened the door and walked in. 

"Hey! I'm just finishing up. Dinner should be ready in about five minutes."

"Is it cool if I set little miss up in the living room whilst you're finishing up?" 

"Of course! You do whatever you need to. I have an old portable high chair attached to a kitchen chair for her. I still had it left from babysitting Holly. Let me know if you need anything at all while you set up!"

Eddie left Nova in her carseat and proceeded to open the pack and play up. Each time he did this it became easier. Open, pull, pull, push down and place the mat. Less than a couple of minutes later the pack and play was set up with a few toys in it. 

"Look at Stevie being all fancy with a fancy chair for you ay squirrel" Eddie said to Nova "Thanks, was just going to pop her into her pack and play for the evening but this is better" 

"No problem! I'll be in there in just a second with everything."   

"You cool with a couple soft toys on the table? She's already eaten and she won't give me a moment to eat if she isn't occupied" Eddie shouted through to Steve as he took Nova out of her seat and took her coat off. 

"Of course!"

"There you go then little miss, you sit there and behave" Eddie said to Nova as he placed her in her seat and then sat next to her. “So you know what's been going on with me. What about you? What’s the heartbreaker of Hawkins been up to recently?"

"Not a whole lot really. Just working and a few dates here and there but that's about it really."

“No one catching your fancy to keep around?” Eddie questioned, looking over at Nova and playing with her toy with her and he tried to eat. 

"Yes and no. Just not really any of the dates I've been on lately."

“That sucks man, I’m sorry” 

"It's fine really. Just gotta wait for the right time with the right one. It'll happen eventually. I'm not in a rush."

“That’s good then, just enjoy it then I guess” Eddie shrugged.

"How's work going?"

“Busy but that’s not always a bad thing” Eddie answered, moving Nova's hand away from his hair without even really looking at her. 

"Well good."

After their meal had been finished and they had caught up on everything they made their way through to the living room. Eddie placed Nova in her pack and play before going and sitting on the couch. 

"So, you don't have to answer if you don't want to but how did you end up as her guardian?"

“My sperm donor decided he didn't want her, she was going to end up in the system if I didn’t take her in.” Eddie shrugged. 

"Oh damn. That's great that you aren't letting her end up in the system though. How long have you had her?"

“Only like 5 weeks.” Eddie answered, "somehow feels like longer and so much shorter though" 

"How's that going? It's gotta be a big adjustment."   

“Yeah it really has been. I’m so lucky she’s a good baby overall, people in the park have been really good and gave us a load of things for her. There's a mom, Aimee, that helps me to look after her when I'm working.”

"That's good. I'm glad you have people helping you. You know you can ask me for help too, right?" 

“Missing being the babysitter are you?” Eddie joked.

"Maybe a little. Don't you dare tell the kids though. They bother me enough."

“Secrets safe with me dude.” Eddie laughed.

"Good! You're welcome to hangout for a little while if you'd like. We could watch a movie."

“Yeah sounds good to me, lay a film on me”.  

They decided on Captain America and The Winter Soldier to watch and they carried on talking.

They had just got past the part in the movie where The Winter Soldier had attacked Steve and Natasha before being revealed to be Bucky when Eddie's eyes started to droop. Being filled with good food, tired from looking after a baby and working meant that once it started there was no stopping it. Eddie was asleep a couple of minutes later. 

"Alright Nova, looks like it's just you and me now." Steve said softly as he got up to retrieve some of the toys she had been playing with earlier. "I just have a phone call I need to make. I'll be there where I can see you ok?" He told her as he pointed towards the doorway to the kitchen. Thankfully the phone was right next to the door of the kitchen so he could easily see Nova while on the phone. It was just past seven so hopefully he wouldn't be interrupting dinner or calling too late. 

"Hello?" A familiar voice answered. 

"Hey Nancy. Hope I'm not calling at a bad time but I'd actually like to talk to your mom if she's not too busy." Steve tried to hide how awkward it felt talking to Nancy. They had broken up ages ago but now they just remained civil, not having a conversation much past 'how are you' when they had to see each other because of her brother. 

"Just a second. I'll go get her." Nancy replied before he heard the sound of the receiver being placed on the counter. 

"Steve, what a lovely surprise. How have you been, dear?" Mrs. Wheeler asked after a few moments of muffled conversation.

"I've been good, thanks. I was actually calling to see if you possibly still had any of Holly's old baby stuff that you might be willing to part with?" Steve asked hesitantly. 

"Of course I do! When is the baby due? I'm sure I can have Ted and Mike pull the stuff down from the attic." 

"Oh actually, she's already here. I just found out that a friend has a baby now. I know he's already got some stuff but I remember how quickly Holly out grew her stuff and figured he could probably use some more if you don't mind." Steve knew Mrs. Wheeler would be likely to help but he didn't want to sound like he expected it. 

"I don't mind one bit! I'll have the boys pull stuff down in the morning and you can stop by in the afternoon if you're free." 

"That would be great! I don't have work tomorrow and can stop by. Thank you so much Mrs. Wheeler. I really appreciate it." 

"Stop it, you know you can call me Karen. It's not a problem at all. You did plenty for us with Holly anyway."

"I didn't mind. Holly was great. Thanks again Karen! I'll see you tomorrow!" He knew Eddie hadn't asked for help but seeing how quickly Eddie had fallen asleep and how stressed he probably was just made Steve want to do whatever he could to make things even a little easier on his friend. 

As he walked back to Nova he could see how tired she was. He carefully lifted her up and grabbed the bag Eddie had brought with her stuff. It had been a while since he'd watched a kid so young but he found it easy to remember everything as he got Nova changed and ready to go to sleep. Steve didn't know what Eddie usually did to help her sleep but figured gently rocking her while he sat on the couch was a good enough place to start. He had wanted to be a little upset when she reached up and tightly held on to a lock of his hair but looking down at her, he just couldn't be mad at the adorable little girl in his arms. Once she was fast asleep and back in her pack and play, he grabbed a blanket from a closet in the hallway and covered Eddie with it. He couldn't help but smile looking over at the two of them. Steve had to push down the thoughts of wanting to tell Eddie how much he cared for him, he had enough going on. He might not be able to tell him but if Eddie was committed to giving Nova the best life he could then Steve would be right there with him as much as Eddie would allow. 

Steve was just about to head upstairs to get himself ready for bed when a loud bangs had started coming from his front door. He opened the door just enough for him to be visible as he leaned against the door frame. 

“Why are you kids here so late?” Steve demanded.

“Are you going to let us in or not?” Dustin asked. One of these days he was going to get this kid to understand that he needed to work on his tone.

“Absolutely not!” Steve scoffed.

“Why not? Is it because your kid is asleep? Why didn’t you tell us Steve!” Dustin yelled. 

“I swear to god Henderson if you wake them up I’m not taking you anywhere or letting you use the pool for at least two weeks.” Steve grumbled.

“So I was right then! Why didn’t you tell us? Why did we have to find out through Mrs. Wheeler?” 

“There’s nothing to tell you.”

“Are you kidding me? You having a kid is definitely something you should have told us. I mean we all knew you slept around so it was bound to happen.”

“Did you just call me a slut?”

“That’s not the point Steve. The kid. Tell me.”

“She’s not mine dude.” 

“You don’t have to lie to me.”

“I’m not lying. She’s really not mine. It’s just not my place to talk about it, ok? Now get the hell out of here because if you wake Eddie or the baby up it really will be two weeks.” Steve said as he shut the door before Dustin had the chance to respond. Heard a muffled Dustin ask if it was Eddie’s from the other side of the door but he wasn’t willing to open it again to answer him. Dustin could ask Eddie when he got the chance. He had enough going on and didn’t need Dustin or the others bothering him on top of that. For now Steve just hoped that no one else showed up so Eddie could get an obviously very much needed good night’s sleep.

[theskeletonprior]

Write Time: Day Twelve

This month, my goal is a cool 30 000 words written. I’ll be carrying on with more RAVENOT. If you’re curious, you can take a look at my WIP intro right here. And if you’re really keen, you can read the first chapter (sort of a pilot as I toil) right here! Now onto the daily ramble.

I'm behind! The past couple days I've found myself incredibly exhausted, though I'm not sure what it is that has me so worn out. Overall, I've just been slower to bounce back from work this week, and I must admit that this time of year sucks the energy right out of me. I'll have to pick up some vitamin supplements and see if that helps. As usual, the end of the week is going to pose some challenges to my word count, but even if I don't make the final count I was hoping for, I have made considerable progress. I'm not about to turn my nose up at what I have accomplished so far. I'm almost 30% of the way there, and if I can just get the words out over the next couple of days, I'll be back on track in no time. This has been helping, generally, with how slowly my words come. I think I had been a little damaged by the horrors, and this had interfered with my ability to write freely. I've taken some steps to repair that damage though, and I think that it shows, even if I'm not right on top of the target I've set. Anyway, please behold my excerpt for today.

For the moment, the summer persisted, the young trees growing wild, bearing fruit that no wise person would ever set against their teeth. Ravenot had no desire for such things, but when stray blossoms fluttered and landed in his hair, he let them linger for awhile, until the motion of his stride shook them free again. The wisps came, drawn forth by the Unmade's presence, jingling softly and swirling about their ankles, but he knew better than to follow the lights. And so, instead, the wisps went after him, laughing softly amongst themselves at the change of pace.

We thought you might be coming. And here you are!

Here you are.

Ravenot did not answer them, following only the trail left behind by the beast before it had crossed the arch.

Uh-oh.

Careful!

He's going to step in it.

Step in it.

Still, Ravenot paid no mind to the banter. It was only in the fey lands that wisps were so audible, which was a tremendous relief, but he knew it was among their favorite mischiefs to sew uncertainty in the mind of a traveller. Distraction, too, was one of the great talents of these wisps, and so Ravenot paid particular attention to their surroundings. The fey folk tended to be so at one with the natural world that it was, at times, difficult to discern between the two, and given that the fey had a preference for dangerous fun, Ravenot had to take care. When something moved in the canopy above him, he continued on, pretending as though he hadn't seen it, feigning some attention to the wisps. But he could hear the creaking in the branches, the soft scraping of claws against worn bark.

Until next time!

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[bonesandthebees]

okay so like i was gonna just start on this tonight and get the general ideas down and finish this when i was Awake and Functioning but then i started rambling so uhhh jazz handss

take me describing the diff energies ur fics give off, i am sorry if this is uncomprehensible fjwaewf (is that even a word?? incomprehensible? ye-)

through a glass divine: DEFFFF rainy day vibes, the au feels very Elegant to me even though glass!wilbur himself is very much not, when I read glass I get the same vibes as being in a car /pos, it's comforting but can get intense at times, sometimes with no warning. like one minute your head is against the glass (heh, pun unintended lol), and ur looking out at the streetlamps, the next the breaks are SLAMMED and u get whacked against the seatbelt lmfaoooo (this is all /pos !! i love the angst lol)

world forgetting: FOGGG, that's the first thought that pops into my head, things are unclear first and it's a little eerie but there's also something comforting about it (i will use this word a lot bc . well ur writing is comforting hehehe), the first half of wf was very exciting, it reminded me of when i used to have my mcu marathons, edge of my seat, shoving popcorn into my face, and just glee, the first few chapters with wf especially with the combat made me so fucking giddy lmfaooo i had so much fun reading it, the second half was a lot more calm and melancholy, it was defff sitting on the couch while it rains outside vibes, like MM the hurt comfort?? give me a blanket and a pillow to squeeze bc hot damnn

stars and their children: stars man . hooweeee, this fic was binging a 12 season show vibes, you invest a lot into it and wow the emotional damage?? for real. this fic was late night rants at sleepovers, theorizing n coming up with silly conspiracy theories (i think this was when i really started reading the asks, so for me it has a lot of those vibes tied to it), when i read stars… i feel a lot of Awe. it feels big, it feels important, it also feels like im reading a very fancy novel from a very big library, like i feel like i've stepped into a massive multi-tiered library and plucked my favourite book from its shelf, i can imagine the hardcover being absolutely gorgeous, it gives me the same vibes as getting assigned a book to read in class and having your mind blown /pos from it, like "damn i understand why they make us read this bc wow"

(fun fact i have ur ao3 page bookmarked on my toolbar lmaoooo)

honey and tangerines: well . this one just gives me island and coastal vibes lolll u described them very well, but okay from a reading perspective? besides indie movie lmao. i'd say… hanging out with a friend you haven't seen in a while. it's familiar, it's bittersweet, it's thrilling. honey and tangerines gives me the vibes of doing something youve been wanting to for awhile but were always too scared to. pushing your boundaries. it's all those classic "finally living life vibes", staying out till 3 am, finally getting around to decorating your room, going on a roadtrip. when i read honey and tangerines, it feels like i'm experiencing life. all the prev fics either feel like novels or movies, but hats feels like life

what the water gave me: ngl when i read this i just feel such pure emotion that i cry like idek how to explain it man. it's so all encompassing /pos it does give me staying up late in my room with fairy lights vibes though, dunno why. just gives off that same warm energy

A DUSTY TOMB OMGGOJEAWE i need to reread that anyways

a dusty tomb: straight off the bat, playing dnd. dnd is so much fun and i have so many happy memories from it and a dusty tomb defff gives off those vibes, chaos, freeing, family. it also gives off the vibe of finding a piece of old writing in a buried notebook and reading it and going "wtf?? when did i write this this is amazing" maybe that's just bc it feels like u read my mind writing it lmao it's perfect i adore it so much and i have reread it an unholy amount of times, i just get the vibes of sitting criss cross on the floor and reading it, it's not necessarily a comfy position but it's enjoyable nonetheless, just a happy moment for oneself, it feels like giving yourself a treat, self care, all of that good stufff

no time confounds me: def feels like watching a tv show /pos, it def feels like smth i'd put on w my stepmom or my birth mom and just absolutely fucking Vibe to it bro, that fic is suchhh a vibe, i'd sink into my couch and get HOOKED, it also ofc brings w it all the vibes of just where i live LMAO, and the motorcycling reminds me of my dad <333 i miss motorcycling with him dawggg it's so much fun, but yeahhh. all the vibes described in the fic just make me want to go out for a hike in a forest lmao, i love it. also hot chocolate. this fic is defff drinking hot chocolate vibes

nocturnal animals: ooohh this one is defff late night vibes, working late on hw and looking out ur window and just taking a moment to appreciate the stars n stuff, also windy day vibes, this def feels like a novel my friend would shove at me to read and i'd be like "brooo i dont even LIKE vampires" and theyd be like "no bro just trust me" and then i'd be really bored one day so i'd pick it up and then get addicted . and then in this hypothetical series that has like a billion books i'd go to the library and borrow them all and binge them in a week lmfao, i love this fic sm ngl, i would proudly display this fic on my bookshelf (well i mean, i would literally display all of ur fics on my bookshelf KING i would have a shelf dedicated to ur fics 100%)

okay… i think those are all the main fics, there're a couple more that i've read but i am . getting really really reallyyy tired and idek if any of this is comphrensible lmfaooo 😭 😭 😭

i hope u enjoyed bee <333 tldr: i love ur writing and i have core memories attached to all of these fics and they are all special to me in their own way <33

ohhhh these are so cool to read icy (sorry it took me so long to respond I've been so busy lately)

lmao love all the drama in glass being compared to a car braking super suddenly. rainy car drives is definitely not the vibe I think it has in my head but that's super sweet to imagine :)

comparing stars to a Big Fancy Book makes me so happy thank you so much. I have this absolutely gorgeous fancy version of Dune with a stunning cover and I always imagine something kind of similar as the 'cover' for stars in my head so i love that you imagine that too

in contrast you and i feel the exact same about honey and tangerines. it's definitely that kind of bittersweet reconciling friendship vibe. saying it feels like life means so much thank you <33 thats exactly what I was going for

to me what the water gave me feels like swimming in a warm tropical ocean at night which might be a bit on the nose but yeah that's what I think of. but fairy lights in a room sounds so nice I love that

awww I love that idea for dusty tomb. just rereading something nostalgic and wonderful and feeling so comforted by it. that makes me smile a lot to imagine :)

hot chocolate and watching a tv show YEAHHHH you get it that's exactly what i was going for from no time confounds me. also that's so funny that you mention motorcycling with your dad bc that's where my descriptions of riding motorcycles comes from. my dad always used to pick me up from school on his motorcycle when I was a little kid, it was so much fun

oooo windy day for nocturnal animals is interesting but I love it. also god you saying it feels like a series with dozens of books reminds me of this vampire series i read in middle school that had like 10 books it's absolutely nothing like nocturnal animals but now I'm having a nostalgia trip thinking about it lol

thank you icy this was so sweet to read :)