#IM SO CRAZY

[arimitskevich]

epic daanryk post

[starlitfragment]

: ̗̀➛ Straight to the point.

In which he's still human.

Summary: Everyone has something in the back of their mind, something that terrifies them to the core, something that keeps them up at night. Sebastian is no different. Luckily for him, he already has someone to hold him and reassure him.

Notes: Established Relationships, Reader is gender neutral, Sebastian's Backstory Spoilers (not really),He is not a fish yet, wrote this at 4 am, unhealthy amount of fluff, idk what im doing, Sebastian is a menace, this is a literal word vomit. Enjoy ..!

The squeaky creak of the wooden bed and the slight shifting next to you jolts you awake, eyes opening to cautiously wander around the room in search of anything, or anyone. You almost close your eyes and go back to sleep at the reassurance that nothing was there, before the sound of the hitched breathing next to you forces you to open your eyes again. You turn to your side, arms subconsciously reaching out for the one laying right next to you. To your surprise, you find him awake already, his softened gaze seemingly on anything but you. You can't see too well in the darkness, but one look at his troubled expression is enough for you to know whats going on. You reach out your hand, slowly placing it on top of his as to not startle him. The moment he registers the slightest touch of your hand against him, his eyes move back on yours. He furrows his eyebrows, huffing slightly.

"...Did I wake you?" He asks, his voice coming off as nothing more than a mere whisper. For the time that you've known Sebastian, you've come to realize that he is never one to outright trouble anyone with his struggles, that includes you. If you want to know anything, you have to fish it out of him. And so you do. You gently squeeze his hand in a comforting manner. "Not really." You respond quietly, inching a bit closer to take a better look at him. "Can't sleep?" You whisper, the close proximity and the way you feel his cold breath sending a slight shiver down your spine. He stays silent, averting his eyes from you. Now, you know all too well what's bothering him.

Your lover has a tendency to often deprive himself of sleep, that resulting in him staying up and contemplating each and every fear he has ever grown to have until he's sure he has suffered himself enough. This, of course, pains you to see. You're well aware you can't undo past traumas, or.. what is yet to come, for that matter. So, for now, you settle for comforting him. You let go of his hand and lean in, arms wrapping around him as you pull him closer. He tenses slightly, before giving in to your touch. As you run your fingers through his hair, he quietly exhales and buries his face into your neck, a hand finding it's way to your waist. He moves his fingers up and down, tracing random shapes on your skin rather anxiously. You're both silent. You, lost in idea of him and him, lost in the idea of losing you. He slightly tenses up again, his hold on you tightening a bit and a hitched breath escaping him. You can tell he has his own thoughts that he runs away from, his fears that keep him up at night and nightmares that he fears for his life. He clutches onto your shirt, the idea of him ever losing you, losing this, losing everything leaves him shivering like he is now. You slowly start to feel something wet against your skin, his tears staining your shirt as he holds onto you for dear life. Needless to say, you're overwhelmed too.

The Sebastian you've learned to love is constantly hiding behind an act of nonchalance and sarcasm, and only now you realize how vulnerable he really is behind all of that. You can only hold him, listen to the sound of his muffled yet soundless sobs against you and whisper sweet nothings. "I'm not going anywhere." You tell him, fingers combing through his hair as your other hand slowly moves up and down on his back, in an attempt to comfort him. He hides his face into your neck even more, in an attempt to muffle his last sobs. Your tender touches, your oh so sweet promises that you'd never leave and your mere presence soothe him like he needs. You're both silent for a bit, neither of you daring to disturb the comfortable silence. He eventually leans back, slightly wet blue-ish green eyes staring into your eyes.

You can tell he is mildly embarrassed, all his attempts at keeping you from witnessing such vulnerable side of him now all wasted and for nothing. And so, he does what he always does. He moves his hands to his face, covering his face with both hands as his shoulder's slightly shake again, because of laughter, this time. The sound of his chuckles disturbs the nights silence. You'd be confused, had it not been for the fact that you're all too familiar with how he tries to laugh his way out of any awkward situation. He finally moves his hands away, his eyes still slightly wet. "You're... such an idiot for dealing with my bullshit. Honestly.." He says, letting out a bitter chuckle. You smile, cupping his face with one hand, your thumb gently carressing his face. "I am.. your idiot, afterall." You whisper, your finger moving to gently wipe away one last tear on his face. He only gazes at you, a gaze that holds the countless words he's been meaning to say. You move your finger, slowly tracing his features, and it moves to the scar in the middle of the face.

The way your finger tenderly brushes against his skin.. He sighs, his hand moving to catch your wrist and guide it out of his face, though he never lets go. He leans in, back to where he was sobbing not too long ago. He pulls you closer, a hand resting on your hip. He nuzzles comfortably into your shoulder, and this time, he presses a slight, delicate kiss on your skin. "I... love you, idiot." He mutters, quietly enough for only you to hear, and no one else. You're the last thing on his mind before he finally passes out, safe and sound in your embrace.

[pmpknsoup]

im not a very eloquent person, so bear with me here.

but there is something so raw about being forced to loop with siffrin. a video game is the perfect media for a timeloop story because people who play video games are already used to having to repeat scenes and levels—but now the character you're playing as is ALSO repeating it. i mean like obviously, but like.

theres something about the video game format that really pushes home the absolute loneliness of repeating the same days over and over again. the game forces you to feel the growing insanity along side siffrin, instead of just watching him go through it.

the sound effects during the dialogue really REALLY help push this. you're zoning out through dialogue, because youve heard it so many times before—and then theres a sound effect you dont remember being there before—! but its too late for you to stop and see what it was. you've already missed it, and so has siffrin.

you really get to feel his sanity slipping away because you get it. you might not be spending roughly 24 to 48 hours per loop like he is, but youre still spending at least ten minutes per. and its going to wear on you in the best possible way. so youre just as frazzled as siffrin. so youre right in his shoes and you really feel for him.

you UNDERSTAND why hes losing it because youre hand in hand with him the entire time. in stars and time is so well written im chewing on drywall rn

[aimseytv]

marceline was crazy for this one 

[pirinmiku]

sup 'tumblr'. got some magma doodles over here. just yoloing it out

[sealbee101]

kuwama metallic concert date……as a treat……

close ups under cut!!!

[birdsflypiecemeal]

Chip and Gil's devotion to one another. Man. Holy FUCK.

Gillion RACING to Chip. Heart stopping as he realizes that this is this last fucking chance. Blah blah something something the parallels in this scene to 108 the one where Chip died where Gillion was coming up from breaking those people out of the dungeons with most of his spell slots missing, moving as fast as he can to get through for his friends, and JUST as he makes it, JUST AS HE GETS THERE, he finds Chip dying. Dead. Gone. And there's nothing he can do.

TO THIS. HE CANT BE LATE AGAIN. HE NEEDS TO SAVE CHIP THIS TIME.

Gillion at the sealed doors, Chip screaming bloody murder inside, using his bloodied, broken, damned fingers to claw at the ice, to do anything in his power to get through, to make it this time, for fuck's sake, just let him make it in time. Bursting into the room at last with zero regard for his own health ON DEATH'S FUCKING DOOR, blood covering his arms, his whole body really, skin missing, debilitating wounds everywhere. He begs Jay to save Chip over his own life.

Chip following Gillion no questions asked, despite the many red flags, because he's just so fucking relieved that his Gil is alive and okay and safe and by his side again, so when Gill asks him to take him to see the leviathan, it may be a little annoying and a little dangerous, but maybe he's secretly pleased to have a moment alone. To relish his life. Because this PROVES that it's his Gil and that everything will be okay!

Until he wasn't his Gil. Until he almost killed him again. And even then, Chip couldn't bring himself to deal lethal damage. Even then, he still begs Jay to save Gillion over his own life.

And they argue over which one of them is more divine. Which one deserved to be saved more, because each unwaveringly believes in the other with absolutely rock solid TENACITY (cough cough rock solid is a nod to desire island cough cough).

And they argue over which one of them is more divine. Which one deserved to be saved more, because each unwaveringly believes in the other with absolutely rock solid TENACITY (cough cough rock solid is a nod to desire island cough cough).

But it couldn't be one or the other. It has to be both. They don't cancel out, they add together.

[vampvinylz]

FIONNA AND CAKE SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT!!!

this might be pretty obvious at this point, and i’ve seen some other people make similar posts, but i also wanted to share my thoughts! i think fionna and cake’s world literally exists in simon’s mind. like it is literally his subconscious manifested into an alternate reality.

-fionna’s tv only played cheers

-the world’s timeline doesn’t add up, (for example, marshall and fionna being the same age unlike the farm world universe where the timeline stayed true to itself)

-their entire world is set roughly in the late 20th century/early 21st since that’s simon’s era, not to mention the flip phone that fionna uses.

-THE PARK. the betty statue. the park went “under renovation” 12 years ago, aka simon got his mind back 12 years ago, leading to the park getting renovated.

-cake’s portal was literally IN HIS HEAD. cake jumped out of his head. why? because her universe was INSIDE HIS MIND

[prettiestst4r]

ARCANE TOMORROW ARCANE TOMORROW ARCANE TOMORROW

[werewolfromtheast]

my arthur morgan photo dump!! (all pics taken in game by me :3)

[bakiuwu]

Ok, i have held on to this baki hc for about 2 years, I like to think emi taught baki a very important technique.......using your looks to get what you want. Emi used this technique plenty of times when she was younger(mainly to get herself out of trouble). She felt the need to pass it down to baki. All she'll have to do is bonk her head and act cutesy/naive, and whoever is around will do whatever she asks/ let her off the hook for whatever she did.

It's more of a manipulation technique, baki himself doesn't use it often......BUT ONLY WHEN IT'S NEED. Mainly, with not doing homework/projects when he actually goes to school, he bonks his head, flutters his eyes, and acts all cutesy. His teacher will fold and give him a passing grade, and other than that, he's not the type to use it on a everyday basis(.....maybe if he really wants to get a fight outta someone).

THIS TECHNIQUE DOESN'T WORK ON EVERYONE. before Emi taught baki this technique, she warned him never to use It on yujiro or strydum it has no effect on them....like at all. Even with the warning his mother gave, he still tried it on Yujiro......he was thrown into a wall.

The technique works best on strangers, it's effectiveness is based on the type of relationship baki has with a person. It either works on some, doesn't work on some, or it works... but it might backfire. He tried it on Tokugawa, and he went full grandpa mode.

He started pinching tf outta of his cheeks and started nuzzling him. He starts referring to him as his" cute little grandson he never had😭". It's not wise for him to try it on older folks. They'll lose all sense and start rambling about how adorable he is. For the most part, it can take effect along the lines of them speaking out about how cute baki is......but they won't do what he say. Most times, he'll get trapped into some type of bearhug,getting cheeks pinched or getting head ruffle(if the person he trying it on is way bigger then him, he's most def gonna get trap in a bearhug....hes so small)

If someone is aware of the technique, it will not work on them. Other than yujiro and strydum, it doesn't work on gaia. Why? Because he's super cute, just like baki. Gaia himself has done it before, so he knows what type of game baki is playing. It also doesn't have an effect on kurhea.....for obvious reasons......omg this is so stupid

(I just want everyone to acknowledge how small and adorable baki is😭)

[dragon-necromancer]

NEW FUCKING VID HOW WE FEELING TMC NATION

[yurifier3000]

hiruhoshi and my ocs on a loop in my head i may never escape

[deargravity]

my chuuni girlfriends. lesbian moms, even. btw. if you even care

[insanity-all-the-time]

i'm so serious when i say i have not stopped thinking about Inheritance cycle

[hypnoticsphere]

healer zuko au means sooo much to me because it’s zuko finding something he’s good at for once in his life and feeling powerful with his bending. After so much hard work, dealing with Azula call him nothing but weak (but she still keeps his secret from father) until it’s completely ripped away from him when he refuses to fight. He just cares about his people. It’s his duty to protect them.

Ozai burns his face and with it, Zuko’s will. Zuko cannot stand his own fire. Fire benders are not meant to heal and he knows that now. The people who love him watch him crumble beneath his own flames. He’s weak and he will always be weak. He throws away his healing and focuses on fighting, demanding uncle teach him things he isn’t ready for because he’s so desperate for approval from the people that don’t care about him.

He cares so much for his nation and his people, and he wants to fight to get back to them, but in the process, he’s losing himself, clouded by a destiny that he had no say in, unaware that he has the ability and the knowledge to do better and be better.