#Vacant Head Sphere

[violetrose-art]

I personally like to think I'm a mish-mash of all four. How about you?

[lilacmingi]

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Pairing: Moondrop!San & Sundrop!Wooyoung x fem reader

Word count: 4,092

Note: This was published on Wattpad October 2022 and since the FNAF movie is coming out in a couple days I’m sharing this one on Tumblr! It’s one of my favorites and I feel like it’s so unique. There will not be a part 2. Also if the cover looks bad pls ignore it :P

You huffed as you pushed up the metal garage-like door just enough for you to get through. You didn't really care where it led to, you just wanted to get out of the main area of the mall and away from those incessant staff bots.

You just started working at Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex. In fact, it was your first day on the job and you somehow managed to get yourself locked inside. You were so busy with all your work that you lost track of time. When you finished, you found that you had been locked inside.

The area you just entered was the daycare.

The first thing you spotted was a huge golden statue depicting a sun and moon character, both dressed in attire that resembled that of a jester. Glancing around the room, you saw round tables scattered about, each one with a number on it. You were quick to figure out you were in some sort of reception area of the daycare.

You peered out into the netted area beyond the reception hall, inside were two large, multicolored play structures with cartoon faces of the glamrock mascots from the Fazbear franchise stuck on them and a massive ball pit designed to look like a mote. Your gaze was drawn to a platform a few feet above the play area, made to look like the outlook on a tower, a bright spotlight shining directly on it. Red curtains draped over an arched doorway that led to what you could only assume was a room.

The daycare area appeared to be a safe and vacant place for you to lay low for a while.

Your eyes searched the area for a moment before you spotted a colorful rainbow sign that read: SLIDE INTO FUN! leading directly into the daycare area. It appeared to be your only way inside, seeing as the security bots were patrolling the staircase that led to the second entrance for adults.

Without any other option, you got in and descended down the slide, falling right into a ball pit. You waded through the colorful spheres and stepped out of the pit. Now that you were inside the netted area, you were able to get a better look at everything.

The place seemed to be empty and free of any bloodthirsty animatronics.

Surely, you'd be safe.

Suddenly, your attention was turned to the castle up on the wall. A man suddenly emerged from the arched, curtain-draped opening and stepped out onto the platform. His blonde hair was pushed back away from his face, tousled in a way that made it look a bit spiky. He was dressed in jester attire, the collar ruffled as well as the top of his yellow and red striped pants. Tied on his wrists were red ribbons with bells that jingled when he moved.

The man lifted his arms into the air, chuckling gleefully before diving into the ball pit you were just in moments ago. You watched with wary eyes as the man never came up. Hesitantly, you stepped closer, peering into the ball pit. He emerged abruptly, causing some of the colorful spheres to fly through the air. He made his way out of the ball pit, a bright smile on his face.

"Hello, new friend! You're a bit big to be in the daycare." He tilted his head. "That's alright! We can still have fun!"

He didn't give you a chance to speak as he continued talking.

"We can finger paint, tell stories, drink Fizzy Faz until our heads explode and stay up all night!" He exclaimed, giddily as he pranced around.

"I was actually just hoping to—"

"What's your name, new friend?"

"Uh... Y/n." You answered.

You were wearing a name tag. Did he not notice it?

"Ah! Y/n. What a wonderful name! I'm Wooyoung, but my friends call me Woo. Hey, do you like glitter glue?"

"I-“

"If you like glitter glue, I have glitter glue, and lots of it!"

"I'd like to just stay in here for a while if that's okay."

His eyes sparkled as an excited gasp left him.

"Of course! There's so much we can do! We could play hide and seek, have a puppet show, make macaroni art." He listed enthusiastically.

This guy didn't seem so bad and the daycare appeared to be the safest place for you. Perhaps you could stay.

"Oh, this'll be so much fun! There's one rule, however. Lights stay on. On." He punctuated the last word, his voice sounding ominous when he did.

"Uh. Yeah. I can do that."

"Wonderful!" He clasped his hands together. "Come here! I have some fun activities planned."

He grabbed your hands, yanking you forward. Because of that, you stumbled and accidentally knocked over a stack of cylinders that had crescent moons and music notes on them, the objects making the sound of a party favor as they tumbled to the floor.

Wooyoung came to a stop, turning to see the shapes that had toppled over.

"No, no, no, no! What a mess! Oh, which was the bottom? Where is the top? Clean up! Clean up!" He stressed, hurrying to stack the musical cylinders back up.

Once the stack was back the way it was, he let out a sigh.

"There. Good as new."

"Sorry." You apologized even though it wasn't really your fault, but it felt appropriate.

"It's alright, friend." He beamed. "I get ahead of myself sometimes and I can be a bit clumsy."

He continued to pull you towards a tiny table where he ushered you into a small chair that you barely fit in.

"Look at all this neat stuff!" Wooyoung beamed. "Here."

He placed a piece of copy paper in front of you and began talking about all the different arts and crafts materials he had.

You opted for the colored pencils, grabbing one of them while Wooyoung started grabbing paints.

"What are you gonna draw?" Wooyoung asked, giddily. "I'm gonna paint a sun."

"I'm not sure what I'm gonna draw yet."

"That's okay. Just wait for inspiration to strike!"

As you thought about what to draw, you noticed a black cord stretching across the play area.

"What are those cords?" You asked Wooyoung.

"Oh. Those lead to generators in the play structures. There are five of them and each connect to a light on the outside of the structures." He pointed.

You noticed a few lights here and there attached to the plastic grate walls of the structures. You wondered why there were generators in a play area for children, but chose not to ask questions.

"So, you mentioned Fizzy Faz earlier."

"Uh-huh." He nodded.

"What does it taste like?"

The paintbrush in Wooyoung's hand fell, as did his jaw.

"You've never had it?"

You shook your head.

"We have to change that right away! What flavor do you prefer? There's orange, pink lemonade, cherry, lime, and grape."

"I'll have (your choice)."

Wooyoung immediately got up from his chair and started to hurry off only to stop and turn to you.

"You won't run off, will you?"

"I don't have anywhere else to go." You shrugged.

Minutes later, Wooyoung returned with a can of the fizzy drink and a small paper cup.

"Here you go, friend." He beamed, placing the small cup down on the table.

You thanked him, trying some of the soda, the tiny cup already nearly empty.

"Are you hungry? I have all sorts of yummy snacks. Goldfish crackers, cookies, potato chips, gummies." He listed.

"Now that you mention it, I am kinda hungry."

"Great! I'll be right back."

He hurried off somewhere while you stayed in your seat, working on your drawing.

Moments later, a paper tower was placed on the table as Wooyoung started putting small piles of assorted snacks onto it.

"I wasn't sure what you wanted, so brought everything." He paused for a second. "You don't have peanut allergies, do you?"

Before you could answer, he spoke up. "It's fine. None of these snacks are made with peanut products anyway. Gotta stay safe for the kiddos." He gave a bright smile, his head cocking to the side. "Here you go, friend."

You chuckled at the setup before you. A small, paper cup with soda and a paper towel with little piles of snacks on it.

"What's so funny?" Wooyoung asked.

"This just reminds me of when I was a kid." You smiled softly at the nostalgia. "This was the usual setup for special snack at school."

"Ah, that's right. You're not a kid." He chuckled. "Sorry, friend. I'm used to being around children." He slid the can of Fizzy Faz to you before sitting back down in his seat to continue his painting.

"That's alright." You waved it off, taking a drink of the bubbly soda. "You're trained to handle kids. You're used to that, so I don't blame you for being on autopilot."

"Thank you, Y/n." Wooyoung gave you a gentle smile before turning his attention back to his artwork.

"So, you work here?" He asked.

"You just noticed?" You chuckled.

"Yeah. I was so excited to have a visitor that I got carried away."

"Well, I only just started working here today. I don't know too much about this place and I had so much work I got distracted and when I finished, the doors were locked."

"So you're stuck in here until morning?"

You nodded.

"You can stay in here with me until 6am! You'll be safe here."

"Thank you."

Things were quiet for a few moments. The only sounds were the music playing in the daycare accompanied by the soft noise of your colored pencils against the paper.

"New friend, Y/n. Can I tell you something?" Wooyoung asked, cutting through the silence.

"Sure." You hummed, painting away.

When he didn't say anything, you looked up at him. His cheeks were tinted pink and he was holding back giggles.

"What is it?" You urged.

"You're very pretty."

"Oh. Thank you."

"Only children come into the daycare, and parents, of course, but I'm not used to seeing someone as pretty as you." Wooyoung was blushing like crazy as he spoke. "The teenagers and young adults usually spend their time elsewhere like Roxy Raceway."

"Right. I'm sure this is weird for you."

"No, actually. It's a nice change. The limited non-robot staff we have here don't really come into the daycare, so I'm not around older people that often. But, again, it's a nice change."

An hour or so passed and you were having a wonderful time with Wooyoung. Making crafts and painting really took you back to your childhood and helped to distract you from worrying about animatronics. Wooyoung had even made a cute little drawing of you with crayons, which you found endearing. He was very enthusiastic and bubbly, asking lots of questions about you and your interests. Whenever you'd give him your answer he'd watch you with wide eyes, taking in every word.

The two of you were having a blast when all of a sudden the lights shut off, surrounding you in near total darkness. You let out a gasp, the bright and sunny man's stern words immediately replaying in your head.

"Lights stay on. On."

He was so serious when he said that.

What happens when the lights go off?

"Oh no." Wooyoung muttered. "Oh no. Oh no!"

He stood up from his chair abruptly, causing it to fall over as the panic in his voice rose.

"What's wrong?" You asked, worriedly.

"Not good! Not good!" He put his hands on his face, staggering backwards as he screamed in agony.

Lost in his hysterics, he tripped and fell behind a stack of large, foam blocks sitting about the daycare, the atmosphere becoming eerily silent.

"Wooyoung?" You called out, shakily.

To your shock and mild horror, a completely different person emerged from behind the shapes. This one had dark hair with a white streak in his bangs. His attire was similar to Wooyoung's, but instead of stripes, this man's pants were a dark blue color with yellow stars all over them. He donned a night cap on his head with the same pattern.

"I'm not Wooyoung." The man responded with a sinister grin. "I'm San."

"What happened to Wooyoung?" You asked, taking a step back.

"He's not here right now." His red colored irises that seemed to glow raked down your body. "You're up a bit late, don't you think?"

"No." You answered, taking another step back.

"You should be sleeping. Naughty, naughty." He shook his head while wagging a finger at you.

"I'm not a child." You responded.

He let out a tsk as he leaned in close to you, tilting his head. "Daycare rules."

You took a step back, stumbling when your foot hit something. You had accidentally knocked over the same stack of cylinder shapes that you'd bumped into earlier.

San growled angrily, bending down.

"Clean up! clean up!" He repeated in a seemingly annoyed voice as he began stacking the objects back up.

You then realized Wooyoung reacted the same way and perhaps you could use that to your advantage. You took that as your chance to try and escape, bolting directly for the play structures, crawling up the slide, opting to hide there for a moment.

"Oh~ you wanna play hide and seek?" San chuckled, the sound coming out in a rasp. "I think I can manage."

It sounded like San was on the opposite side of the daycare, which put your nerves at ease, but only for a moment.

Afraid to stay in one place for too long, you

shimmied up the slide and started crawling around in the structure.

What do I do? What do I do?

Would you have to spend the rest of the night hiding from this San guy?

You advanced further into the play structure, moving up a bit higher, taking a moment to peer out into the daycare. It was dark except for the giant screen at the front of the room depicting a sun character that resembled Wooyoung.

Using the light from the screen, you looked around the area from above. You didn't see San anywhere, which terrified you. Instead of staying in one place for too long, you continued on your way, slipping through a colorful tube and into another section of the structure.

As you crawled ahead, you felt your foot catch on something, instinctively flinching before turning around to find a generator. The relief you felt when you saw that it wasn't San was immeasurable.

That's right. There are generators inside the play structures.

You shuffled back to the generator, a red light shining. Feeling around, you managed to find a switch of some sort, your fingers curling around the handle. You pulled up on it, a light on the outside of the structure coming on shortly after.

A quiet sigh of relief leaves you.

One down, four to go.

"You can't hide forever, dear." You heard San's voice from somewhere below.

Taking one last look out into the daycare, you spotted San creeping across the bridge above the ball pit.

You needed to find the other generators, and fast.

You crawled through the top area of the play structure, not finding any. As much as you hated to, you knew you'd have to go back down to the lower level.

Taking in a deep breath and gathering all the courage you could muster, you headed down until you got to the bottom level. You glanced around, checking for San before sneaking your way into another section of the play structure. It didn't take long for you to come across a second generator. You flipped it on and were on the move once again.

The floodlights didn't illuminate the area very well, but it was better than nothing. You hoped turning on all five would somehow bring Wooyoung back.

You continued searching the play structure, opting to follow the cords throughout the area, hoping they would lead you to a generator. Sometimes they would lead to one you had already turned on, while other times they led to a light attached to the outside of the structure.

You hadn't spotted San for quite some time, which gave you a sense of relief. Maybe you got lucky and he forgot about you.

Just then, you spotted him clinging to the outside of the play structure. A scream tore through you as the man leaned close to the grates.

"It's past your bedtime, my dear." He said with a sinister smirk.

You scurried away as quickly as you could, wanting to get as far away from him as possible, your knees becoming sore from crawling around so much.

You had already turned four generators on. There was only one left, but you couldn't seem to find it.

I've searched this entire structure. You thought to yourself. Where could it be?

Just then, you spotted a second play structure on the other side of the daycare, your heart dropping in your chest. The last generator is over there. You're certain of it.

You would have to find a way over to it without getting caught.

Moving silently throughout the play structure, you made your way to the bottom where you slowly began to lose your nerve. Your mind began to fill with petrifying thoughts, wondering what ghastly things San would do if he caught you.

You have to get to that last generator, Y/n. You told yourself, trying your best to psych yourself up and gather your nerves. Getting the lights back on was the only way to ensure yourself safety.

Taking one last look out into the daycare, you got ready to make a break for it, checking for San. When you didn't see him, you took off across the colorful foam flooring, skittering towards the second play structure.

Dark chuckles echoed through the vast room.

"Run run as fast as you can."

Hearing San's taunting frightened you and had you shaking like a leaf, but it also gave you that extra rush of adrenaline you needed, helping to get you safely to the second structure where you momentarily felt safe.

"I can see you." He sang creepily, prompting you to scurry further into the structure in an attempt to get away from him.

You hated this. Why did the lights have to go out all of a sudden? That was the one thing Wooyoung said not to do and now look where you are. It's your first day on the job and you're going to die by the hands of some psychopath in star pajamas. The mere thought of being caught made the panic within you rise tenfold.

You creeped through the structure, hoping San doesn't find his way inside. Little did you know, your fears would soon become a reality.

As you're crawling, you feel someone's breath fanning against your neck.

"Knock knock." He whispered.

You let out a terrified yelp, continuing to move forward at a quicker pace, but you didn't make it very far.

A gasp left you as San grabbed hold of your ankle, jerking you backwards until you were underneath him.

"Caught you."

His hands held you firmly against the flooring of the play structure, preventing you from escaping. You were just a foot from the last generator—so close, yet so far away. San moved in closer, his sharp eyes gazing down at you as a wicked smirk played at his lips.

What do I do?

You were panicking, your heart beating so fast you could hear the pounding in your ears. Fearful of what he would do with you, you shoved him away with your knee, pulling yourself closer to the generator, stretching your arm out, your fingers reaching for the switch, just barely brushing it.

"Wait!"

You paused after hearing San call out to you.

"Don't. Please."

The desperation in his voice caught you off guard, making you hesitate in your actions.

Your brows pulled together in confusion. Did he just ask you not to flip the generator on?

"I thought we were playing hide and seek." He continued, a frown pulling the corners of his mouth downward.

"Hide and seek?" You parroted in disbelief. "I thought you were trying to kill me!"

"Kill you? No. I thought we were just playing a game."

He pout in his voice almost made you feel bad for him. Almost.

"You didn't exactly make that clear."

He sighed, his head dropping in disappointment.

"I'm turning this on." You told him. "I want Wooyoung back."

"You don't like me?"

Your hand froze once again after hearing his words. He sounded hurt. Pitiful, almost. Turning back to him, you saw the expression on his face. His bottom lip was stuck out in a pout, quivering slightly as his red eyes appearing glossy with tears.

Your hand went limp, abandoning the the generator and silently hoping you weren't about to make a mistake.

•

Your heart thudded against your rib cage, your knees hitting the plastic flooring of the play structure as you crawled as fast as you could through the narrow passageways, getting lost in the maze once again.

I can't believe I let this happen again.

You barely made it out the first time and now you're stuck here once more. That all too familiar feeling of terror was beginning to build inside you as you hurried to hide, ominous chuckles from San echoing down the tunnel you were crawling through. Your body shook as you hurried through the endless labyrinth that was the play structures. The raw panic and trepidation that ran through your body was the only thing keeping you going. Your trembling hand grabbed onto the switch on the third generator, flipping it on.

That's when you heard San's dark chuckling behind you, causing you to gasp.

He was inside the play structure.

Crawling as fast as you possibly could, you turned a corner, shuffling through a tube, coming out at the bridge that connected two of the play towers. You hurried across into the second structure in search for the next generator.

"You're getting better at this, darling." San's voice emitted from across the bridge.

He was right on your tail.

You followed the twists and turns of the tunnels and platforms, not realizing you'd somehow gotten turned around.

Panicked, you changed directions and shimmied down a nearby passageway, narrowly escaping. You arrived at a small ramp that led to a lower level of the play structure. From what you remember, there was a generator nearby one of the ramps, though you weren't sure if this one was the right one. There was no time to think it over as you took the chance.

Just when you thought you were about to find the next generator, you ran into San who had a wicked smile on his face, his eyes flickering with mischief.

You yelped in surprise, which only made him grin wider. In one, swift motion he lunged forward, wrapping his arms around you.

"Gotcha."

"You promised you wouldn't chase me this time." You frowned.

"Sorry." He giggled. "It's just so much fun."

"I've had enough hide and seek for the night. I wanna hang out with Wooyoung."

"You got to hang out with Wooyoung earlier." San whined.

"Alright, fine. But I don't want you scaring me anymore."

"No scaring. I promise!"

After that first night at the pizzaplex, you learned San wasn't so bad after all. He just had an odd way of interacting with people sometimes and tended to come off a bit scary. He wasn't nearly as terrifying as he appeared. In fact, he was actually rather adorable.

His counterpart, Wooyoung, had apologized profusely to you once the sun had come up, worried that San had spooked you. Being honest with him, you explained what happened, but assured him that San wasn't a bad person and you actually enjoyed your time with him—when he wasn't chasing you, that is.

From then on, you would drop in and visit Wooyoung during the day while working and stay after hours to spend a little more time with him before bringing San out. Something fishy was definitely going down at the mega pizzaplex, especially with the glamrock animatronics, but with San and Wooyoung around, you felt safe. You found yourself looking forward to seeing them every day, wondering what new shenanigans would ensue once the pizzaplex closed for the night.

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[pleasantspark]

My Experience with Harassment Regarding Hazbin Hotel's "HuskerDust" Fan Base.

Alright, let's start by saying.

People can ship whatever the fuck they want, it doesn't matter if it's canon or not, if you're up in arms about a fictional cat and a spider named after a drug, then touch grass.

It all started in a unnamed server, I was in the fandom before the series officially aired on Amazon. I had a love for Alastor, (hence the creation of Pandora Magne Charlie's Little Sister, and their 3 kids, before switching to Lucifer's Twin Sister and Alastor) then I moved on to Husk and Mammon.

Then began my love for Husk, where I created an Angel OC that was married to Adam before being banished to Hell for being a pacifist.

I even gave them a fankid, (although fankids is more appropriate but the known one is Dusk.)

The reception was pretty good, with some good comments on Left Behind but some Discord Users kept screeching about HUSKERDUST and the importance of staying true to the ship, with some even calling me Homophobic?

Husk is FUCKING PANSEXUAL!

This is an irritation of mine that people seem to always do, when regarding sexualitys in the BiPan spec, they always erase the sexuality and (usually for males) make the character gay while deluding themself into thinking they are GAY when they aren't.

I am sick and tired of idiots doing this, and the fact these people are willing to issue death threats while also calling you a "bigot" and even go as far as to encourage others to harass you.

Despicable, no one should have to be told their ship's invalid because the creator of the show cannot write a less than toxic environment while also writing shit characters and shit dynamics between characters that you got while scrolling at 2AM on a Monday on TVTropes.

The result of your bad writing and attitude is the main reason why the Hazbin Hotel Fandom fucking failed, your fans are following what YOU ARE DOING VIZIEPOP, I don't care if you're rich and fucking famous, you're proving that you let money get to your head, and you ONLY see your fans that blindly worship your every move as "good to be around."

You probably dropped the old cast members because they said something to you that you didn't like.

I am sick and tired of dealing with this fandom's bs and continuing to support dickheads and pieces of shit while also writing shit thats literally similar to ViziePop.

Hazbin ain't no "gamechanger" to Adult Animation, because it might as well go into the garbage with shows in the same sphere.

I'm jjuuuuust tired of this, atleast with PartyCoffin and Welcome Home Coffin had BASICALLY tried their best at maintaining a fandom that grew big, but now, now it's completely empty and vacant mainly due to (imo the Fanbase.)

[me-uglypretty]

this is…I think of you too

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

Summary: When you think of your future with her and she does the same too.

Warning: 18+ (G), fluff

Word count: 1k words

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At times, between mixing a cup of coffee for her and lying in bed with your head resting firmly on her chest, the thumps of her hearts resonate a comforting song—and you wondered of days without her. It echoes as a vacant memory, was there truly life before her? You were certain, surely there was life, however, was life alike? The impression was that, it’s pointless for your wandering mind to ponder of life before Natasha.

Considering she was there, left cheek pressed firmly on your thigh, the glimpse of her arched eyebrows in contrast of auburn hair, and you so happily comb through those soft strands, inciting soft hums of approval at that soothing sensation. At that, your heart appeals for more, as your neck crane to better perceive her, and instantly, warmth spread your cheeks to which her eyes were to blame. Sphere of green, those captivating eyes luring you into her, and a smile curls on your lips.

“What?” Natasha asked, softly teasing your unabashed gaze on her, and bluffing herself into pretending that she wasn’t aware of what blooms in your chest for her. “What are you thinking about?” she probed, and her hand found yours, halting the stroke of your hand over her head.

You. Always. Forever.

However, you remained silent, allowing her the chance to torment your misery or so, the amusement of witnessing her playfully poke your stomach in a childlike manner as the playful bantering continued. It was pleasing for her to act so freely, without her required stoic appearance.

It's just her. Your love. Your Natasha.

“Nothing,” you muttered. “Just things, ya know? The usual things…like how you left your jacket on the couch, the shirt you wore last night is still waiting to be thrown to wash, how about that thing about missing socks?” you continued, raising a challenging stake at her upcoming teasing phrases.

Natasha falters, a pout forms on her round lips, then her eyes shut in sheer wasn't as your fingers threads through her auburn hair. Short nails scrape her head lightly, producing soft whirrs at the feeling that settled deep into her chest at your tender love.

“Stop,” Natasha grumbled, failing the attempt of grasping your hand as your swiftly interlace her hands with yours as the other replace the position over her head. “You’re distracting me,” she expressed and her right eyelid fluttered open, peaking at the sight of you smiling adoringly at her.

Her left hand was warmly in yours. The familiarity of such made your heart halter, as if, questioning the reality of her, the truth that resides in bodies lying on bed together, and that, her thumb tracing the lines in your palm. Your felt her touch delay at the pulse that she found.

“I think of you too,” Natasha whispered, the certainty in her voice hasn’t weaken since the first time.

Sometimes, perhaps, always, she knows and understands the thumps in your chest, easily articulating the confessions that spew in soft breathes and the glimmer in your eyes as you gaze into her warm eyes.

The blissful moment carries forward, trace of hands over the other, breaths that warmth your skin and hers, the one that stuck—

Your left hand playing leisurely with hers. Slender fingers allowing the trace of each minuscule scars, the print on the pad of her fingers, then halting by her third finger where your attention was fixed on the vacant space there. A thought that often outlines the concentration of your mind, it nurtures as your finger trace the start of her third finger to the end, and the tip of your nails tracing absently at that place.

It was love, you had confessed into the quiet space of your room. That was the first time, after your second date, that you realise the feelings that appeared in your chest when you were with her.

Natasha was, is, always will be love.

Love that sought for your heart to ponder of her, for your mind to reveal the thoughts that danced around forever. A promise shared between two, a sweet proposal, and an everlasting marriage. You haven’t considered the notion of such till she appeared, muddled and soft, pouring with such tender love for you.

Natasha lifts her head from where she was resting on your thigh. Her eyes meet yours before following your gaze where they were focused on her left hand.

“I’m not good with words,” she uttered into the almost silence room, and your attention shifts to her half-dressed state. Her upper body bare while her lower half was covered by a black cotton underwear, it takes a soft slap of her hand over your thigh to realise she wanted your attention on her eyes.

It wasn’t your fault. Natasha was—she’s so heavenly beautiful, simply admiring her drew the utmost joy for your heart.

Natasha grasped your left hand in hers. “I’m not good with words,” she repeated. “You know me well enough— but for you, I would write a book to declare my love, words that won’t make sense, and a bunch of paragraphs about your smile,” she smiled, her right hand found their way to your cheek as she moved her body to straddle your waist.

It’s instinct when your hands were positioned to her waist, but she forced your left to stay with hers. Like, she needed that touch to remain for you to understand.

“I wanted to smile and feel everything nice because you were smiling at me and—” she laughed, at herself, at the soft look in your eyes, at her inability to express the feeling that you saw clearly in her eyes. “I love you, alright?”

“Alright?” you teased, and she rolled her eyes in response.

You know her.

And she knows you.

Natasha lifts your left hand in hers, seemingly staring at your linked hands, then her thumb pressed over your third fingers in silence awareness of the thoughts that blooms in your mind at the very touch she instigated.

“I think of you too,” she declared. “I think of you as my forever,” and there’s a brief look in her eyes, one that you couldn’t describe.

“You’re my forever too,” you replied, offering her reassurance for the words she seems to find difficulty at expressing.

Natasha nodded her head with s breathy chuckle. “I know,” she spoke first. “I want everything with you, this, us, this,” she lifts your left hand at the final word and pressed a tender kiss at the back of your hand, the same place where forever was swooned with a band.

Loving someone wasn’t easy as they’d say, but she swore of love for you and understood the thumps of your heart far better than anyone could. Maybe, love wasn’t easy till you find the right person, and you found that person.

There, she takes moment to press a soft kiss on your lips, another moment for her to walk out the room and return with a thin strip of black cloth, another moment that roused watery laughter from you and her, and the final moment of her tying the strip of black cloth over the third finger of your left hand.

It's perfect, it’s you, it’s her, it’s love that was always shared between two.

[frootloopscos]

2) Crowley, Never Meet My Grandma.

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Chapter 2) Ramshackle Dorm

PREVIOUSLY

The male, now known to Yuu as Dire Crowley, explained to them that they are the headmage of the school that they are apparently at now. Yuu had to calm themself and real themself in. 'I'm not in Galar anymore, and not in any other region that I know of. This, this is another world.' They took a deep breath after coming to this realization, it was rare in Galar, but they must have fallen though an Ultra Wormhole and ended up here. Yuu ended up tuning out Crowley until they realized that the two of them were now back in the room with coffins....

NOW...

Yuu silently looked around, there were other people now, several of them speaking to groups gathered in front of them. Yuu flinched back slightly when Crowley suddenly yelled making their presences known. "I most certainly did not!" He yelled making Yuu confused, 'not what?' They asked themself as a red head crossed his arms looking at Crowley, "speak of the devil." Crowley gave a small glare to the boy, "if you must know, I was searching for the new student who failed to show for orientation. You are the only one who had yet to be assigned a dorm. Step up to the Dark Mirror, and be quick about it. I'll watch your weasel." He said to Yuu giving them a slight push towards the mirror.

Yuu just sighed knowing Crowley wouldn't listen to them, 'he reminds me of Rose.' They thought to themself with distain as they walked up to the mirror. "State your name." It spoke, Yuu's eyes widened before shaking their head. "My name is Yuu." They said to the mirror, "Yuu. . . The nature of your soul is. . ." The mirror was silent for several minutes before speaking again, "unclear to me." "What did you just say?" Crowley asked crossing his arms, "I sense no magical power from this one, aside from the capsules at their disposal. Soundless. Colorless. Shapeless. Utterly vacant. Therefore, no form would be appropriate.

Chaos began to ensue in the mirror chamber as the students began to whisper to one another. "Magicless?" "How are they here then?" "Did the Dark Mirror get it wrong?" Crowley tried to intervene but the Meowth had other ideas, finally getting out of Crowley's grasp and yelling. "ME! Let ME have this worthless human's seat!" It yelled in defiance, Crowley scowled "not so fast, you hyperactive weasel!" The Meowth smirked, "unlike that worthless human, I can actually use magic! So let me be a student here! Look, I'll show you! My spells are the cat's meow!"

Yuu's eyes widen as they and the red head from before yelled "Everyone, get down!" At the same time, the Meowth let out strings of fire from his mouth across the room. The students began to panic as the flames began to spread, one student with red eyes yelled out that his butt was on fire, Yuu quickly grabbed a pokeball at their side. Crowley yelled for someone to catch the rampaging Meowth.

As two students ran after Grim, Yuu grabbed another pokeball and threw the two spheres into the air "Agent use Snipe Shot, Mimi use Phantom Force!" They said as the dark blue bipedal lizard and the rag doll-esque creature emerged from white light and begin to follow their trainer's orders. Agent making a finger gun and shooting streams of water onto the blue flames around the room, making sure to douse the fire on the red eyed student's butt. Mimi using a dark shadowy hand from under the costume and attacking the Meowth to stop it in its tracks.

The Meowth struggled unable to move as the red head pointed his pen at it "Off With Your Head!" He yelled as red magic came from the writing utensil hitting Meowth a black and red heart shaped collar appeared on his neck. "MYAH?! What are you doing?!" The Meowth asked as it tried to pull off the collar. Yuu walked over patting Mimi on her stuffed head. "Great job girl," they said before picking up the Mimikyu. "Agent nice job, come back." The lizard obediently walked over to Yuu, "Inteleon." He said with a smile as they gave him head scritches. 

"Yuu!" Crowley declared staring at them, "was I not clear that you are expected to take responsibility for your familiar! Now discipline yo-" Yuu interrupted him this time, "it's not mine!" They yelled with a glare, "my Pokemon know better than to lash out unreasonably. I can try to catch the Meowth, but I don't even know if I have any empty pokeballs. Arceus I just want to go home..." they mumbled to themself. Crowley cleared his throat and decided to send the Meowth off campus.

Yuu glared at Crowley as they held Mimi in their arms, the bird didn't seem to notice as he sent all the students away. Turning to Yuu he spoke with a soft smile, "well Yuu, this is a most unfortunate turn of events. I'm afraid that you will not be attending Night Raven College after all. Dudley you realize that I cannot very well admit a student with no magical ability into my academy. But worry not! The Dark Mirror will see you safely home. Now, step into a gate, and visualize the place from whence you came."

Yuu sighed, returning Agent to his pokeball and stepped into one of the coffins. Closing their eyes they thought of their home region, Galar, spending time with their twin brother, being betrayed by ex-chairman Rose, being adopted by Grandma Opal... "Oh Dark Mirror!" Crowley called out, "return this soul to where it belongs!" The Dark Mirror was silent, Crowley awkwardly cleared his throat and spoke again. "Oh Dark Mirror! Return this soul-" the mirror interrupted him, "there is no such place." Yuu frowned, "I thought so. . ." They said sadly as they stepped out of the coffin.

Crowley turned back to Yuu, "what do you mean?" He asked the trainer, "I'm from another world, I came to this conclusion earlier. . . In my world there's a lot of research on other worlds and different universes. Though that's mainly researched in Alola, I must have fallen though an Ultra Wormhole and ended up here." Crowley looked at the crestfallen child and asked if they had any identification on them. Yuu hummed, "I think..." they set Mimi on their head and felt around their pockets. "Oh, my Rotom Phone! Ro can you help us?" They asked as their phone flew out of a pocket in the robes they wore.

Hovering in front of the two the phone attempted to turn on. "Ah, great, looks like I can only access my pokedex and pokebox. I can't even contact my brother." They said now holding the device in their hand. Crowley set a hand on their shoulder, "I can't allow you to attempt the academy, but I cannot allow you roam the streets. There is a vacant building on campus that you may stay in! I am so kind and generous, with a little cleaning it would be more than habitable for you and your creatures. . . How many more creatures do you own?" He asked as he began to lead Yuu outside of the school and down a path. Yuu just smirked, "I have well over thirty." They said crossing their arms.

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"Are you shitting me right now Crowley?" They asked looking at the decrepit building in front of the two of them. "Kyu," the creature on their head said in agreement, Crowley chuckled nervously. "Isn't it delightful? Right then, scoot inside now. There you go." Upon entering the building they were greeted with dust in the air, cobwebs hanging just about anywhere you can think of, broken furniture, and holes in places you don't want. "Don't let me catch you wandering around the campus! Farewell!" Crowley said before quickly making his own retreat.

Yuu sighed in annoyance and took out Agent's pokeball again, letting him out as they set Mimi on the broken couch. "Alright you two, let me see who else I have with me, we'll be staying here for a bit. We need to clean this place up." They said as they took out the other pokeballs on their belt. "Hm, well, better than nothing." Throwing the pokeballs into the air "come on out everyone!" White light shines as the four other pokemon were released.

Four pokemon looked around confused, speaking their name or a version of their name. "Hattrem" "Tox" "Pon?" "Snom." Yuu smiled sadly, "hey everyone, we're kinda stuck here in a different world and this is where we'll have to stay for a while. Let's make the best of this and clean up as much as we can." They said trying to encourage their team.

The group of seven began to clean up the entry way, living room, and a bedroom upstairs as much as they could before it began to rain outside. It began to leak and Yuu returned most of their current team to their pokeballs to avoid them getting wet, leaving out Agent, Mimi, and Snom. It wasn't long before the stowaway Meowth snuck in and their small group had to deal with the ghost problem and Crowley entered with food.

The male was angry at first, declaring that the Meowth wasn't supposed to be on campus. Yuu explained the story of what happened as Agent took the supper that Crowley had brought for Yuu. With a bit of convincing Crowley decided that Yuu and Grim would officially have to work to earn their living situation as janitors of the academy. Yuu had to fight every urge inside of them to not wring the males neck, instead allowing Agent to fire a Snipe Shot at his face to get him to leave.

After supper was ate, yuu left to the bedroom they and their Pokemon cleaned up, opening the closet they were greeted by their usual attire they wore while traveling. They smiled taking off the robe they had been wearing and hung it inside before releasing their pokemon once more. "Sorry it's not much guys, but it's what we have for now." They said picking up Grumpy and hugging him close. "Let's get some sleep."

TO BE CONTINUED

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Well here is chapter two! Let me know what y'all think!

Word Count: 1737

Published to Wattpad: April 24th, 2024

Published to Tumblr: April 24th, 2024

Edited: n/a

[chericos]

Aki Hayakawa

2.5k , hurt/comfort

unedited

Thick blankets of snow covered the ground. Trees, bushes, and whatever leaves they have left are engulfed in the soft, cold crystals. The chilly air blew against your face, making your nose a little runny and forcing your eyes to scrunch up just a bit.

Fluffy scarves adorned your neck. You shoved your hands into the warmest pair of gloves you could find. A hat and muffs were tight over your ears to block out the harsh winds.

Winter at its finest.

The season brought so much joy. Kids spent their days outside in the snow. Pressing their backs and small limbs into the ground to carve out snow angels and using their hands to form spheres for snowball fights, not daring to go back inside until they could barely feel their fingertips and their faces flushed due to the frigid air.

The cheerful laughter of Taiyo is what brought you back to your senses.

“Who let him outside?” You muttered quietly to Aki, who was walking to stand behind you. Your parents decided to pay a visit to an old college friend —or in other words, Hayakawa’s parents. Both of your parents have been friends longer than they could remember, naturally making you and the two brothers quite close as well.

“He came out on his own.” His childlike, yet monotonous, voice sighed out. “It's not my fault if you get sick!” Aki sneered, a look of distaste on his face while he stared at his younger brother.

Taiyo only responded with a laugh before he dashed in front of Aki to the vacant area ahead. Crouching down, he stuck his hands in the snow to grab as much as his small hands could. All you could hear were giggles and laughs as his back faced you before he stood up.

You and Aki gave quizzical stares as the over-ecstatic boy turned to face both of you. Before you could question his intentions, Taiyo threw a ball straight to your face. Squeaking in surprise, you quickly crouched down to not be hit, completely forgetting about who stood directly behind you.

Aki’s eyes were wide; the frosted crystals of snow covered his hair and eyelashes. The look on his face was priceless; you couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. Upon releasing the sound, Aki shifted his head to look at you with a scowl. “Are you laughing?”. You choked on your words as you noticed his glare and hurriedly raised your hand to cover the smile that graced your lips.

“So what if I am?” horribly hiding the small giggles that fell past your lips.

After the words slipped off your tongue, you were immediately met with a snowball to the face. It was thrown with such force that it made you lose your footing, resulting in you falling over. The snow crunched under the weight of your body. Your arms were spread to the side of you, big eyes blinking up at your attacker. Aki stared down at you with a smirk and a glint in his eyes that said, ‘You asked for it.’

If your memory serves you, what happened next was a blur; multitudes of snowballs were thrown in a fit of survival, and soft groans of feigned pain and laughter filtered throughout the air. Coming down from your high of adrenaline, you took a deep breath, seemingly trying to regain the air you lost while fighting and fits of hysterics between the three of you.

“awwhh, my hands are cold~” Taiyo whined, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. Aki, who was obviously irritated, yet concerned, ordered Taiyo to head inside to grab a pair of mittens.

If only you both knew that would be your last time seeing the ill-prone child.

It felt as if time had stopped. Barely seconds had passed as he closed the door when the sound of roaring winds could be heard. Truly, nothing could have prepared you for the sight you had witnessed. You stood there, frozen as the very house where you spent most of your time playing with your friend and your families eating dinner together had just been destroyed. Ripped out of the ground and torn apart. No words spilled from your lips as you blankly stared at where Aki’s family home once stood.

Tragic, that was the only way you could describe it, even after all these years.

You swallowed harshly, trying to regain your composure, if not for yourself, then for him. The guy you've known for practically your(and his) whole life. The guy that albeit a little young, you've garnered a slight crush on, but as you turned to him to speak he was gone. You don't recall hearing the snow crunch beneath his steps, yet as you looked out to the side into the blank white abyss you could see his figure walking away through the trees.

All you could do was stare. You didn't dare move, even with your hoarse voice from previous crying you wanted to scream out for him. To tell, beg… plead for him to not leave you too. But you didn’t. You just watched as the last thing you had left disappeared from you.

The office was frigid. Even through the thick coat you wore, you could feel the frostbitten air of the weather outside. It was snowing; frost stuck to the windows while the rest filtered their way onto the ground. This season brought a melancholy mood to you; closing your eyes with a sigh as you heard the door to your room open.

You turn your chair away from the window to look towards your office door. A polite smile adorned your visage as you faced the intruder. “Ma’am? Is something the matter? How may I assist you?”. A chuckle resonated throughout the room. “How often have I told you to stop being so formal with me, hmm? Just Makima is fine.” You didn’t respond, opting that your silence was enough of an answer as any.

“If you're not too busy, I have someone I’d like to introduce to you,”

And that’s how you found yourself making your way with Makima’s guidance to her workroom.

The walk to her office was quiet, you didn’t utter a word to her, and she did nothing to ease the uncomfortable —but not unwelcomed— silence either. You found silence to be the best form of comfort, especially after years of working directly under Makima as the second head of the fourth special division. “I’m sure you’ve met him before,” The words came out more sinister than anything, but knowing Makima, it was most likely unintentional. She had a knack for sounding malicious.

“There are not many people here that I willingly talk to.” it came out colder and sadder than you would have liked, although it was truthful nonetheless. You didnt talk to many of the inhabitants of the public safety building; of course, you were respectful; you gave curt nods when passing, gratitudes when someone would kindly kept the door open for you, and simple good mornings when you arrived first thing at 5:30 am. But casual talk wasn't something you’d partake in, even if you were brought into the conversation. Maybe that was why most people didn't bother you.

The door before you stood more eerily than you remembered; you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand as you awaited the following actions.

Three knocks.

Three seconds.

Three times, thinking back on your decision to come here. The old wood of the deep mahogany doors creaked as the knob turned it open.

The same sapphire blue eyes you've grown accustomed to as a bright child. You've only felt this feeling once in your entire life, when you last saw him, his house, his family –the feeling as if time had stopped completely. You never expected to want to feel this way again, but it was so magnetic, so hypnotizing. Those blue eyes of his were a marvel to look at. You could lose yourself in them.

Staring as if things had never changed.

As if you hadn’t changed. As if he never left you, all alone in the cold on that day. You hoped he would come back. Waited for weeks in the same spot, helplessly wanting to just see him, to run up and hold him so he couldn't walk away again. So he couldn’t leave you again.

But he never came.

You couldn't blame him, of course. He just lost the family he had; but weren’t you the same? Was it truly that selfish to want him to confide in you?

shaking your head brought you back to reality, the sight of Makima’s eerie smile as she glanced at you sent a shiver down your spine. Coughing away what shameless embarrassment you had shown you engaged back into the conversation.

“—I’ll be moving you over to her division, Hayakawa.”

Maybe you misheard her. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you replayed her words in your head. Makima might have been evil—in your eyes— but she would never go this far, would she?

She had to have known. You opened up to her about your past on one of your frequent night outs to the bar. You described him to the best of your ability, name and all. There was no way she didn’t know it was him. She was doing this on purpose wasn’t she?

You didn’t want anything to do with this exchange anymore but sadly the lines on your forehead didn’t go unnoticed.

“Are you doing all right over there?” God. Her smile. How you hated it. You hated how you could see the pure look of amusement swirling in her eyes at your discomfort. You hated it. You hated her.

You hated him.

Aki Hayakawa.

All he did was stare at you. Yet you hated how his gaze would linger on your face. He didn’t utter a word. Did he forget you? Surely not. He had to have remembered you right?

You didn’t want to see him anymore. Not yet. Maybe not ever. Without answering you turned on your heels and stormed out of the room, slamming the door on your way.

It’s not like you had anywhere to go. You just wanted out of that room. The cold air nipped at your skin as you walked beyond the building doors. You found an empty bench, using your bare hands to push the snow that piled atop of it before sitting.

Taking a deep breath while tilting your head up to the sky you tried to clear your head. It was still snowing. Just like that day. You closed your eyes to stop the tears from forming.

It seemed as if the world had other plans for you. The sound of the snow crunching caught your attention. Assuming it was just another bypasser you kept your eyes closed. It wasn’t until you heard a cough that you peered through your lashes.

There he stood. And again, time froze. His onyx hair, his cerulean eyes. His- “I’m sorry.” The words, soft as they fell from his lips. His eyes held guilt in them as he looked over you. You didn’t need an apology though. You wanted to know why he left you.

“I don’t want your apologies.” From the corner of your eye you could see him visibly wince at your tone. However you didn’t ponder on it. Immediately asking him the question you’d been longing to know the answer to.

“Why did you leave?” Now that you said the words aloud they did seem selfish, but you deserved to know that at least. Some sort of closure. Any closure. And then it would all be fine, wouldn’t it?

It wouldn’t.

You waited for his response, minutes passed by without any words spilling from his mouth. Maybe he didn’t know what to say? But that was unlike him, he always knew the right things to say. Then you heard a sound, it was quiet, you had to strain your ears to even pick it up. A whimper? No, more like a choked sob. You glanced up, taking a quick stop to look at him.

Even though he tried to move his face out of your line of sight you still caught ahold of the tears that he was desperately trying to wipe away. He was crying.

You were still mad at him. Sure. But you couldn’t just stand there and watch him like that. Without thinking you stood up from the bench to move closer to him. Your arms circled around his torso and you pulled him into a hug. It took him a while before he moved to do the same.

“I didn’t mean to leave. I just,” he paused for a second. Breathing in before he continued. “I just thought I needed space. Which was stupid. I shouldn’t have left you there. But when I tried to go back I couldn’t find you. I thought you left me too.”

You felt your own tears in your eyes. You tried hard to blink them back but to no avail. “You idiot, I would never leave you. I assumed you were leaving me all alone. I should’ve called out to you, sorry.”

“I'm sorry.”

“It’s fine now.”

“I'm sorry.”

“Aki, I said it’s ok, I forgive you.”

“I'm sorry.”

You didn’t have the energy to argue back and forth with him. You pressed yourself closer to him, the chill of the air starting to catch up with you. The two of you stood there, embraced, together. The occasional person passing may have given you both odd stares but that didn’t matter. At least not right now. Cause you had just gotten the one person you trusted the most back.

Minutes passed, although it felt more like hours before Aki hesitantly pulled back from the hug.“Are you feeling better now?” Aki’s eyes glazed over with concern as he stared down at your face. “Yeah, sorry for storming out like that. I just didn’t know what to say.” It was embarrassing to actually admit to his face.

“You don’t have to apologize, I honestly expected you to slap me.”

“I should’ve.” A smile graced your face at the mental image. You took a few steps ahead before turning around to motion him to follow you back inside. Surely Makima was still waiting on the both of you.

“Would you like to catch up later?” He asked as he matched your pace. He sounded timid, probably afraid of you rejecting him since he couldn’t bring himself to make eye contact. You couldn’t help but giggle.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

“That ponytail of yours is kind of stupid looking you know-”

“Shut up.”

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Can you tell i rushed everything past the 3rd paragraph of the office part??! 😭 this has been sitting on google docs since November and I was getting tired of it so I just.. finished it yk.

Anyways this was supposed to be for @justauthoring 30k event but honestly idk if it’s too late for that. Originally going to be pure angst but I have some haters (bella) so I tried to write something cute 😒

Too tired to read over/edit tonight so if there’s any mistakes or advice you can write a comment, I’ll have my beta readers go over it tmr

[cloudstongue]

hi guys welcome back to anotjer episode of. art dump but its for zeeverse and i caption everything bcuz silly..

was supposed to do this tomorrow bcuz thats when my whiteboard ends but yk tagging @zee-thezebra @ryuatewater @desklamper and @t0azty bcuz you wanted to see it for some reason,,

WOWOWOW SOME MORE WB!!!! shes the only one ik how to draw from ryus ocs sorry

YOU BASTARDS!!!! (second one is the response to the homophobic comment…if ykwim…yeahhh)

was really happy with hiw it turned out bcuz i made him his actual height mostly but tjen i realized i messed up on the hands and body yay!!!!

idk i felt like drawing globe and this face

one more pot!!!! yay!!!

OOOOHH LOSIN MY RELIGIONNN/lyr and if you know the song ily

id like to think of globe as a vacant head sphere or heart sphere IGNORE HER HEAD FOR THE SECOND ONE…thank yewwww

some stuff from globes acc. MARK. DUDE. CALL AN AMBULENCE DO SOMETHING!???

no i wasnt sad and guity wdym

same pose syndrome. how we feelin (i actually only like this song a little)

DREW GRENADE FOR THE FIRST TIME BEFORE MY WHITEBOARD EXPIRED YAYYAYA!!!! guess who doesnt know how to draw their object ahahd

ignore the w and ill give you a cookie. thats whiteboard fox’s fault. anyway rapier im still waiting for my gay food where is it

idiots. gay idiots

can someone PLEASE tell me why i bothered to make briefcase 3d when i still suck at drawing straight lines???!?!?!?! i bet you ten dollars youve never seen or imagine briefcase smiling before. anyway i love them sm i think theyre the best f/m ship in all of osc history (/j /exag) but uhhh tbh briefcase and rapier are like putting a frog next to the eiffel tower. i still love them but come on. also silly x serious

[fandomgeeknerd]

so Let Me Explain Studios's crazy theater teacher thinks there's four types of "character spheres" vacant head sphere, intellectual head sphere, love sphere and will sphere and upon hearing this my brain instantly connected all of these with some of the states sooooo i'mma infodump abt that undercut

Vacant head sphere: Florida is the most prominent when i think abt the vacant head sphere also i think abt myself we both have bounces in our steps and semi good eye contact, brains that are busy with multiple tabs open, and we i think both use hand gestures while talking at least i do the video puts it as "it's like their mouth is directly connected to their hands" i'm certainly like that but idk abt florida maybe other contenders for the vacant head spheres are Arizona, Tennessee, and maybe ohio

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and before we move onto intellectual head sphere the video also says that both vacant head sphere and intellectual head sphere have the ability to be dumb and smart think patton and logan from sander sides patton even tho he's the heart he gives off vacant head sphere he's shown to be very smart but also silly and cheerful and can be a bit dumb at times and logan being logic is intellectual head sphere and ofc is very smart but we've seen him (i think) have his moments where his logic leaves him but that's my way of seeing it the video states that "these two spheres have nothing to do with intelligence" that's why i brought logan and patton in as examples

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Intellectual head sphere: this is very much gov and California they don't have bounces in their steps but have a very smart forward looking walk and they do indeed just stare at you intently and maybe to an intimidating degree while you talk esp gov, their hand gestures are small and fidgety i could see gov twiddling with a pen or his thumbs while talking and flo and cali are the perfect vacant head sphere and intellectual head sphere duo i mean just look at them and it's why the series Florida man in socal is so interesting and it gives opposites attract which is why they're shipped a lot or vacant head sphere and intellectual head sphere can be siblings too bc in the video they're referred to as twins/siblings but the kind of twins/sibling where they still have some similarities which is a;lso why cali and flo are sometimes seen as siblings in the fandom think of the fic oh give me a home they're siblings in that story

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Heart sphere: first state that came to mind was Kansas, Heart spheres have very good posture because they lead with their chest, they have very good eye contact and are very expressive with their eyes and i think kansas does have that and bc of that you always know if a Heart sphere is listening to you which is all the time, now with hand gestures the Heart sphere always has their hand on their chest weather it's playing with something around their neck or putting their hand to their heart and i can absolutely see Kansas putting his hand on his heart and not just bc he's a midwestern state some other ppl for this sphere maybe is Washington and Oregon, Virgina and Maryland

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and the last one the Will sphere or the cowboy sphere/supermodel sphere: now purely bc the creator of the video saw it as the cowboy sphere and one of her friends saw it as the supermodel sphere i will say it gives off nevada and texas vibes i can see them both walking with their hips which is what the will sphere does, the will sphere doesn't use their hands all that much but when they do it's a big gesture like the get outta here gesture or slapping the table from laughing so hard gesture, with eye contact the video says "idk if this is intentional but the will sphere will hold eye contact like they're asserting dominance" which is why she called it the cowboy sphere and supermodels do that too which is why i think nev and tex are good examples for the cowboy sphere/supermodel sphere analogy, and this also puts a little highlight on texacali the will sphere and Intellectual head sphere don't mix sometimes think of logan and roman from again sander sides or creativity and logic they are natural enemies just like tex and cali which is also why ppl ship them A LOT they have the enemies to lovers trope and the opposites attract trope in their back pockets practically or as the video puts it "legends say that when a will sphere and an intellectual sphere have a staring competition it never ends" and that sounds very much like tex and cali, and basically in the video it says that will spheres take up all the space of a couch and we have seen texas do that before i think if not then i would think he's sometimes like that then, some more contenders for the will sphere is: all the south accept for florida and loui and virgina, all of the northeast (but i think the ne are both Intellectual head spheres and the will spheres) and maybe wyoming and also Austin :>

but thats it with my infodump and i highly encourage you to watch the yt vid https://youtu.be/ODpw-J1qxik

just like the video this was all for fun bc her theater teacher's logic is flawed and no one will fit into one category even tho i see the Vacant head sphere in my personality the most

feel free to contribute see ya

[glasspyramid2211]

what if. mic as a vacant head sphere. maybe.

i acrually (surprisingly) do not know rapiers but uh lets say say intellectual (or maybe will sphere but mostly intellectual) ,,same with briefcase

this is hard actually bc theres only so little types of spheres and so little ways on how to tell if youre one or the other

I'll uhh explain the ways each of them walk.

Prism walks with a slouch, and usually wants to avoid social contact.

Ace walks in a carefree and swagger-like manner. He's very talented at convincing people to do things, be it buying random stuff or doing what the tells them to.

Rapier walks in a princely fashion, arms behind his back, composed and relaxed.

Briefcase walks very VERY rigidly. she is very stoic, very serious, and rarely goofy.

mic walks like an average person, whatever that means. he's a very understanding person, but prefers to do whatever is needed.

[heliotrope-journey]

Darkness Continues to Loom After All Saints' Day

Good evening, vampire hunters.

The boys' hike to Baudelaire City in the twilight takes them through the alluring ruins where Frederick and Eforie found Clément looking around for scrolls in their childhoods. Our heroes were fortunate back then, but with only the full moon to illuminate the night sky, Frederick and his confidante, Sidiyq Qadim, must be ready to knock down any bat that lunges at them. Even the blink of an eye can leave an unsuspecting traveler with a bite mark on their neck. Many bites from vampire bats do not cause vampirism, but since they are under direct orders from Dracula to bequeath this curse to Frederick, it's hard to tell if the silhouette of a bat is a harmless. It's best for Stellaluna to say clear of their path for tonight. *shudders.*

Now fast-forward to Treyton's era and he's still dealing with the three solomonari-in-training vying to take Vlad the Impaler's place as the Dark Lord. He and his new friends have nearly lost the Philosopher's Stone to Hedi in last year's chapter. She is close to claiming it from the restrained Treyton and the vacant position will soon be hers. The boy's quiet defiance will not save him, but at this point, what can? Will this be the beginning of a new Dark Age? Read this year's chapter to find out. Photo by Jaakko Kemppainen on Unsplash.

Index of Treyton's All Saints' Day Quest for Readers That Aren't Caught Up;

Chapter 1 (2020), Chapter 2 (2021), Chapter 3 (2022)

Treyton swung his sword at three cherubs charging at him. The impact caused them to fly backwards and break in half upon colliding with a column. “Three less to worry about.” He turns around to see six more coming toward him. He throws an energy sphere at one and slices another three in half with his sword, though the remaining two dodged his attacks. Treyton aims his sword at them and takes a step back. Before he could strike, a third cherub grabbed his shirt from behind him. Treyton scarcely had time to react. The other two grabbed his arms immediately, delighting Hedi. “You made a bold mistake thinking you could survive that swarm and not break a sweat.” She approached him and pointed her dagger at his chest. “Last chance to fork over the stone before your bones turn to ashes.” Fearful for his life yet refusing to surrender, Treyton closed his eyes and said nothing. “So this is how it will end.” Hedi crossed her arms. “A starving boy too weak to continue. It’d be kind of me to leave you here for dead, but I wouldn’t have my stone.” She raises her dagger toward Treyton’s heart, but before she could stab him, brown, withered-colored vines materialized from the floor, tangling her up. A teenage girl with spiky hair and a purple pinafore dress dashed toward Treyton and sliced the cherubs restraining him in half. She helped the boy off the floor, gave Hedi a defiant glare, and enchanted the vines to cover her eyes. The girl quickly escorted Treyton back into the hallway. Hedi’s muffled screams filled the room as she struggled to cleave the vines from her body.

“The boys you were with ran into that room.” The purple-clothed girl told Treyton.  “We can hide in here.” “We didn’t defeat her, though.” He sounded confused. “We can’t walk away until we kill our enemy.” “Slaying a novice solomonari is not as simple as it looks for an average vampire hunter.” The girl responded. “Catching her off-guard gave us a head start to flee. It didn’t guarantee your victory.” Treyton looked away from her and walked toward the door. The girl opened it for him, but without a word, he stepped inside the room. She followed him before closing the door behind her. Treyton was greeted by Mitica drinking from a golden chalice. Miron put his hand on his shoulder as if to comfort him from something painful. “What are you guys drinking?” Treyton looked cross. “Am I interrupting something?” Miron looked guilt-ridden while Mitica walked toward Treyton and gave him a long hug. “It’s just a Roy Rogers, kiddo.” He smiled. “I’m okay, but I’m glad you’re safe too. We thought that the witch killed you.” “So you decided to drink flavored soda from a fancy cup to numb the fact you’d miss me?” Treyton raised an eyebrow and lightly chuckled. “Yeah, pretty much.” Mitica smiled back at him. “That was the only cup I could find in the room. Treyton’s smile widened and pats his back. The embrace was interrupted by the sound of the purple-clothed girl locking the door.

“I’m sorry for coming out of the blue like this.” She said. “I couldn’t bear to see the solomonari-in-training shove her blade deep into the redhead boy’s heart.” “We were fine before.” Treyton gruffed. “Turning the cherubs into rubble is good exercise for me.” “I sure am glad one of us had fun in that chamber.” Mitica panted. “We should’ve known the solomonari would beat us to that chamber.” The purple-clothed hair girl tightened the lock and muttered a sentence in Enochian that caused it to vanish. The boys pointed their weapons at her, assuming she had trapped them in the altar room. “You’re alright.” She assured them. “I bought us time. A locked door will draw suspicion.” “Then I assume you know the way out.” Treyton curtly responded. “You aren’t lying, young man.” The purple-clothed girl took out a mahogany-colored pouch and approached the boys. “I’ve been exploring this chapel every opportunity I could get for centuries. But before I show you, you’ll need your strength should that wench and her schoolmates show their faces once more.” She held out her palm and shook her pouch. Three pieces of candy wrapped in red and yellow-striped paper fell into her hand. “Like one?” “I can’t eat sweets.” Miron solemnly told the girl. “The sugar might weaken my senses.” “I understand your discomfort. Don’t worry.” She handed the young vampire a piece. “They’re made with human blood. The taste is not ideal even for me, but some of us learn to make the best out of anything we can get our hands on.” She awkwardly smiles as Miron sucks on the piece. He slightly smiles back at her, but Treyton and Mitica made faces when they tasted theirs. Treyton was particularly disgusted by the taste. The girl lets out a relieved sigh. “That went well…” She mutters.

“Say, your manners are lacking.” Treyton continued making faces as he sucked on his piece. “You never told us your name.” “I can argue the same about your gratitude. You didn’t say thank you, but I’ll bite.” The girl frowns. “I’m Amanda, a harvest witch and candy extraordinaire. I can brew batches of chocolate that can give an eccentric top-hatted entrepreneur a run for his money. I can build a house to reel in unsuspecting kids like a drunkard hunter to a mug of beer. I can flavor cakes with herbs to change small children into animals to give them a better life. I have a lot of time on my hands, but the targets on your back have cut it short this year. You’re carrying a dangerous object that made these kids see fit to stalk you. Would you care to tell me why?” “The elixir of life curbs my friend’s blood lust without turning on an innocent life.” Mitica answered. “I keep a philosopher’s stone with me so I can keep brewing him that potion. He keeps his paranormal abilities without succumbing to his bestial urges.” “I’m surprised the elixir provides your vampiric companion that benefit.” Amanda examines the votive holders on the altar. “It’s only supposed to work on creatures that are still alive.” “At least, I don’t look like some skeletal-looking old man like mortals that abuse the elixir do.” Miron swallowed his piece. “To a creature of the night, it works just like ambrosia.” “How often would you need to drink it compared to a mortal?” Amanda takes a tall candle and shakes her head before putting it back. “Dusty old men need to drink it eight times a day.” Miron approached her. “If I’m not exposed to the sun, I need it just once a week.” “Anything to delay Azrael for another hour.” Amanda replied dismissively and took another candle.

Treyton looked at her curiously and approached her. “Do you rely on the elixir yourself?” He brashly asked her. “You’re young enough to be my older sister and you implied you know every nook and cranny of the chapel after centuries of looking around. Why aren’t you a walking skeleton?” Amanda looked more annoyed at Treyton than she did when she handed him his candy. “If you’re going to be a son of a bitch to me, I won’t save your skin next time the solomonaris-in-training have you at their mercy.” She glanced at him. “I didn’t have to get involved! I care about people and the world. I’m only allowed one month a year up here and this is how you tell me you’re grateful? It’s like you were raised by priests.” She turned back around and put the candle back. Treyton got up, but Mitica put his hand on his chest to indicate that he said enough. “If you’re the only one that can help us, we’ll keep him from doing and saying anything brash.” He told Amanda. She closed her eyes, put the candle back, and took one at the top to examine it. “I have little patience to dwell on it, kid.” She touched the flame with her top finger. “The solomonaris-in-training will exploit these heated emotions when they get the chance to divide us. Anyone that worships the Dark Lord can understand that once they know what breaks us, they can use that piece to make us do anything they ask.” Amanda shakes her head and puts the candle back. “Some vampire hunters work alone to curb their worldly attachments. Without a heart, they can slay creatures of the night more effectively.” “Okay, we know you’ve been through something horrible.” Miron sounded uncomfortable at the thought of being alone. “We won’t pry, but know we’re with you for the remainder of the time you have left for the year.” He approached Amanda and looked at the votive holders himself. “Thank you.” She said with a hint of hurt in her tone.

“Alright, I’m sorry.” Treyton groaned. “Forget I said anything.” “It doesn’t work that way, but it’s whatever.” Amanda took a candle in a votive holder on her left. Treyton breathed his nose and sat on a broken column. “I just want to know what you’re doing here now.”

“I came to Teodosie to replenish my supply of ingredients to make more pieces of that blood-flavored candy, but when I left the farmer’s market, I saw the students chasing the two of you and I wondered why they were permitted to leave the school before their graduation.” Amanda takes an orange-colored candle from a votive holder. “I followed you without becoming a target myself, but since I intervened, that’s no longer possible. They’re going to hunt for me too and request Satan to revoke my stay here.” “So why is our predicament with the Solomonaris your business?” Mitica asks Amanda as he holds his hand out for another piece. “If it’s true that the Veiled Nocturne is actively looking for new leaders,” she answers. “It could mean they’re preparing for war. The Philosopher’s Stone will make whoever wields it impervious to old age and disease.” “We could still kill them, though.” Treyton clenched his fists. “Immortal or not, I’ll be the one to deliver it.” Amanda looks at him solemnly and then at the sorcerer’s stone in Mitica’s possession. “It’s true that the elixir does not grant its drinker invincibility and their bodies physically weaken as they age. Even if you send the students to hell, the Scholomance will select more candidates.” She sighed. “You will be hunted for life as long as the Philosopher’s Stone is in your possession. Crushing it to dust will ensure your safety.” “No, we can’t do that!” Mitica shouted. “Without the stone, my friend will turn into a bloodthirsty killer and I would only be prey to him.” Miron continues to look and feel uncomfortable. He takes a candle from the holder in a tight space that touched the wall and everyone heard the noise of bricks crumbling. “What is happening!?” Amanda panicked. “They’re closing in! We got to find a chest to hide in!!!” She gets inside a wooden trunk with the boys. Treyton, however, stands still. He watches as the wall behind the altar fell apart and pile up on the floor. The hole it made revealed a long, dark hallway glistened by dark blue crystal chandeliers that hang from the ceiling.

“We won’t have to hide.” He puts his hands in his pockets. “I think it might be a way out.” “Do you recognize this tunnel, Amanda?” Miron asked her when he stepped out of the trunk. “Do you trust it?” She closed her eyes and nodded. “I was looking for the candle needed to open it so yes.” She finally answered. “It will bring us to a fjord six miles from Teodosie. I can’t guarantee we can avoid the solomonaris-in-training when or if we reach the end, but they will have to return to the school. They can’t chase us continuously.” “Why do I get the feeling they won’t be the only danger we’ll be facing?” Treyton takes a candle from the votive holder to provide him with additional light. “You won’t be wrong, kid.” Amanda cautioned him. Two glowing armblades comprised of vines materialize from her back hands. “If you still have your sword, now would be a good time to arm yourself.” Treyton nodded and pulled out his sword. “These crystals contain an abundance of self-sustaining light magic. These will be useful if we encounter the solomonaris-in-training again. Why don’t you collect a few to enhance your sword?” “There won’t be much of that light if I take them from the chandeliers.” Treyton said. “I’ll have better luck searching the chests and the Beleuchten Drones.” “The mention of the presence of drones in the hallway is interesting.” Amanda softly smiled. “They have a tendency to blend in with the crystals in the chandeliers. I’d try looking up every minute. Drones are highly aggressive elementals that will attack the if you’re anywhere near them. Hesitate and you’ll go blind.” Treyton chuckled and looked at Amanda. “Don’t worry, my eyes will be just fine.” He smiled as well. “I just noticed your manners are lacking too.” Amanda walked ahead. “You never told me your name after I told you mine.” “It’s Treyton.” He followed her. “Is all forgiven between us?” “I’ll let you know when you get there.” Amanda turned around. “You didn’t think that your promise to take my advice will absolve you from calling me a walking skeleton, do you?” “We’ll be leaving two of them behind.” Treyton sighed through his nose. “Remember one of them has the Philosopher’s Stone.” Amanda noticed that only Miron was rushing toward her and Treyton when they stepped into the hallway. “Is your friend coming along?” She asked him. “He’s feeling a bit chilly so I took a moment to search for a drape in one of the trunks.” “You’re a good vampire.” Amanda reassured him. “And don’t feel bad about him calling you a bloodthirsty killer. I’ve known quite a few that retained their humanities without the stone.” “It’s not that I’m worried about, but it’s best not to think about it now.” Miron looked toward Mitica. “The solomonari bitch might have heard the bricks falling. I can’t wait any longer.” “That’s good to hear, Miron.” Treyton shrugged with a smile. “We were just about to explore that hallway. Come on.” Miron followed him and Amanda down the hallway. Mitica shivered and covered his body in the drape Miron handed him. He touched the back of his hand to warm his hand up for a bit and proceed to follow his friends down the hallway. Newly craved bricks materialized from the ground and covered the hole. The altar room was empty once more.

Thank you for playing the games and supporting the series as always. We'll be back later this week for a Thanksgiving update. :)

Sincerely,

WN

[nrrrdgrrrl2002]

Thought this was funny sooo..

Babitim/babqftim headcanon time!

Cuphead- Will sphere

Bendy- Vacant head sphere

Boris- cross between heart sphere and vacant head sphere

Felix- intellectual head sphere

Alice- heart sphere

Mugman- a weird mix of all four

Holly- cross between intellectual sphere and will sphere

[mellowwangxianenthusiast]

UshiSakuAtsu Hurt/Comfort

Ushijima heard Atsumus voice drifting from their bedroom when he got home from practice. He pressed a kiss to the top of Sakusas head, taking a deep breath as he smelled what Sakusa was cooking. "Is that dinner tonight or are you meal prepping?"

"Dinner. Made Atsu's favorite, he had a bad day today so I thought I'd make something to cheer him up." Sakusa gave Ushijima a kiss when he turned his head, smiling when it was reciprocated. "Atsumu had a bad day? What happened?"

"Yeah Im not sure what it was, he didn't want to talk about it yet. I think he's on the phone with Osamu so he probably wanted to talk to him about it first." Neither were offended whenever Atsumu sought out comfort from his twin first, they knew he would come to them eventually

"I see. Do you want any help?" They fell into a comfortable silence in the kitchen, music was softly playing from their Alexa. "I just, I dont get why Rin won't commit to moving in with me yet. I even said I'd open a new store in Shizuoka but that just didn't seem to be what he wanted." Atsumu hummed as he listened before he adjusted how he was sitting on the bed, his chin resting on his knee. "Maybe Rins just not ready for the commitment yet of moving in. Ya know he loves you but I think Rin just wants to take things slower. Have you asked what he wants right now?" "....no, I kind of just thrust the idea onto him. Ah fuck, you're probably right Tsumu. What did you wanna talk about again?" Atsumu let out a breath of relief, he had called Osamu an hour ago, and immediately his twin started talking about his relationship problems, ones he's heard before and had given advice already. "Foster wants to start putting in the other

Setter in practice matches and I'm just worried that he's gonna replace me. Just something was off and I'm just worried" "Oh I see. I doubt that's what's happening. Oh Rins calling I got to go, love ya Tsumu." Atsumu barely had time to say bye when Osamu hung up. Tossing his

Phone aside, he ran a hand through his hair, feeling his frustration and hurt grow more. He hadn't wanted to talk to Sakusa and Ushijima about it yet, he needed someone outside of Volleyball to talk to it about and Osamu was just out of the sphere enough to understand his fear

Deep down Atsumu knew he wasn't going to get replaced as starting setter, but the voice in his head wouldn't stop whispering 'Nobody likes you' 'You're easily replacable' And when the voice was feeling particularly evil? 'Ushi and Omi don't need you.' 'They don't want you'

'They'd be better off without you. They'd be happier if you were gone' Atsumu had never opened that door for them to see inside of it. He couldn't let them see his darkest insecurities. He couldn't risk losing them. When Sakusa had knocked on their door, Atsumu had already begun to spiral down that dark hole, barely registering what had been said. He's quiet through dinner, quiet when they clean up, and he doesn't try and cuddle with them as the sit on the couch to watch movies

By the time they were about to get into bed, Sakusa and Ushijima were watching him like hawks. Atsumu normally slept in the middle of the two, he liked being held by both of them, but that night he just stared at the bed before shaking his head to himself and he left the room. They found him sitting in the guestroom, staring at the window with a vacant look in his eyes. "Atsu, talk to us. Let us help you" "Tsumu, tell us what's wrong so we can fix it" They sat on either side of him, Ushijimas hand on his shoulder, Sakusas on his thigh. "Nothins wrong. The room was too hot for me, you guys go sleep in there, I'll be fine in here" "Were staying wherever you are, you shouldn't be alone right now, I can see the wheels in your head turning and I just want to say, and I think Omi would agree, whatever your brain is

Telling you is wrong." Atsumus eyes widened a fraction and they knew they had hit the correct assumption. "Atsu?" The kiss to his temple made him shudder, as if his whole body was thawing in an instant and his eyes started watering. "No one cares about me, not really. No one

Wants to listen to my problems because I don't matter to anyone. I'm just a placeholder, and the moment something better comes along I'm going to be thrown away. I'm only- I'm only wanted when people need to vent about their problems but- but if I /ever/ try to talk about mine?"

Atsumu took a deep breath, pausing and Ushijima and Sakusa shared a look, knowing if they interrupted him, they'd prove hum right. "If I ever talk about mine, im selfish. I'm stupid. I'm self centered. Osamu was right when we were younger, nobody really likes /me/. I'm just so

Tired of being the one everyone comes to because the moment I try and go to someone I'm punished." By the time he finished talking, the tears pooling in his eyes had started to fall and Ushijima pulled him into his arms while Sakusa wipes his face. "Tsumu I'm sorry people make you feel this way. I'm sorry Osamu ever said that to you, and I'm extremely sorry if either of us have ever made you feel like you're just a temporary thing" Atsumu cried into Ushijimas chest as the taller man talked. Then it was Sakusas turn to talk

"Atsu, you aren't a burden on us, and you aren't something we ever want to throw away. You can always come to us about whatever it is you're feeling, you won't scare us away by being honest and you won't lose us either. We're here to stay for as long as you'll let us be with you"

Atsumu grabbed at Sakusas hand on his thigh, bringing it up to his chest so he could hold onto it. It took awhile for Atsumu to stop crying and when he did, he was ready to talk. He told them everything including, after a bit of gentle coaxing, his fears of them leaving him. They didn't mock or laugh at him once, and there was not a single sign of disgust or boredom as he spoke. Sakusa was the first one to speak up when Atsumu finished, and he was stroking Atsumus hair as he talked "Atsu, we will never leave you. You are the sun in our life. You

Bring laughter and light everywhere you go and we would be absolute fools to abandon that. We will be here until you don't want us here anymore. I meant that earlier, I mean that now, and I'll mean it forever. I love you." He leaned forward and kissed Atsumu when he turned to

Look at him. Ushijima waited until Sakusa was finished before he spoke. "You know I'm not as good with words as Kiyo but I agree with everything hes said. Your presence feels like home and it feels like where I belong. You complete Sakusa and I."

Ushijima pressed a kiss to the top of Atsumus head. The blonde looked at the two with wide eyes, almost feeling like he was in a dream and was waiting for reality to kick in. When it didnt come, a small smile appear on his face and he nodded, and despite the redness of his eyes

And the tear stains on his cheeks, that smile was the most beautiful smile they had ever seen. "You both make me feel complete too..you make me truly feel like I'm wanted" And he was, Miya Atsumu was wanted. They would be having a talk with Osamu, but that would be another day

But tonight, they were focused on rebuilding Atsumu up, one kiss at a time.

[zwoelffarben]

We all like to clown on the ChatGPT crowd, but them rediscovering this particular idea makes a lot of sense. It's a shame they had to use the plagiarism engines to get there but whatever.

See, there's a practice in the programming/writing spheres that has long been called rubber ducking.

The idea is that when you get stuck on a problem; you get a rubber duck, or other similarly athropomorphizable object*, and you talk it through the problem you're having. You explain what you're trying to do, what's not working, what you've tried, how that didn't work, and you keep going talking to the duck.

The duck provides you with no answers: it is a rubber duck.

But! In order to talk to the duck, you have to understand the issue your having, turning it over in your head to get it out your mouth and to the ducks vacant ears. The point of the duck is to give you an inanimate sounding board. That in explaing the goal, problem, failed solutions, and so on to the duck, you rotate the problem in your mind and out your mouth.

You come to better understand the problem and through that understanding come to a better understanding and hopefully, a solution.

Assuming you have a basic understanding of the material already, writing a prompt for chatgbt that's likely to get an output that you want, sounds a little bit like the rubber duck method. I just wish they'd use a fucking duck instead of the plagairism machine.

*If you're the sort to have human friends, you can even use those as rubber ducks.

Lmao

[volcanicflowers]

God I fucking hate Wheatley the core so fucking much holy shit. Holy shit, every frame he’s in, every scene, every gif, every jpeg, he’s got this painfully vacant, stupid as shit, fuckass look on his stupid spherical face. Absolutely no part of his ugly as sin piece of shit character design is endearing. His stupid fucking management rail? Who the hell makes a robot with a management rail. His dumb flaily fucking plastic handles? His shitty, metal round head? The three thousand percent unnecessary dumbass shitass fucking INTELLIGENCE DAMPENING that no robot has EVER FUCKING HAD IN tHE HISTORY OF GOD’S GREEN FUCKING EARTH? God, I hate him. I hate him so much. So FUCKING much. Every time I see a stuffed toy Wheatley or a Wheatley gif or shitty goddamn fanart, it ignites my primal rage response and I’m overcome by the need to punt this shitty little sphere into the fucking sun. “Bhurr blur, I’m Wheatley the fuckshit test fucker, I am speaking in an accent beyond her range of hearing”. Fuck you. Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you. You look like if a fucking blue Mike Wazowski summoned a patronus. Your dumb fucking blue eye makes your whole shitty head look like a moldy blueberry. I hate your dumb fucking voice and your stupid, empty googly eye and your over-the-top clueless ass moron asshole personality. Any scene he’s sad it invokes all the wrath and fury of a spoiled child having a meltdown over a chocolate bar in a w*lmart checkout line. And I know its irrational. That’s the worst part. I know he’s just a shitty fucking character in a stupid fucking video game, I know it doesn’t matter, I know I shouldn’t care. But that’s part of the problem. The part where no matter the might and fury of my hatred, the locus of my homicidal intent is alltogether inconsequential. I find myself laying awake in the dark in the early hours of the morning consumed by the spirit of Wrath itself, all the force and might of a flaming hurricane directed at a bottle of piss in a ditch by the highway. The absurdity of it all burns me to my core. What better things could this energy be directed towards? And yet my disdain for this stupid, useless, insubstantial failure of endearing character design utterly eclipses the intrigue of all other pursuits. I hate him. I hate him on a level of my mind reserved for the worst of the world’s array of sinners, and I can’t even begin to justify it. Shitstick the orb dick is, for all intents and purposes, the animated corpse of all of humanity’s saccharine pretenses- every condescending, passive-aggressive statement of meaningless upper middle class suburban drama distilled into a single, hateable form. The fucking. Fuck. I have no words. There is no cuss or epithet in any language that can encapsulate the height of the emotions I am experiencing. God, I hate him so much. I hate him so, so fucking much. I want to light his ugly little dumpster body on fire. I want to graphically beat him to death with his own stupid fucking handles. I want to punch him to death. You know that weird feeling you get, when you see a picture of something so cute you find yourself overcome with the bizarre, inexplicable urge to squeeze it? It’s EXACTLY like that, except instead of cuteness it’s disgust. The wordless knowledge that his existence as a fictional work is evidence of all the failures of mankind. I find myself possessed by the will of a Holy Angel gone rogue with the belief that God has made a mistake, and I alone must correct it. This is the trial by which Samael himself fell from grace. This wild, meaningless rage. A thousand blades of shining steel cast with inhuman force in the direction of a plastic grocery bag floating on a breeze. What horrors must I have committed in a past life to be plagued by this torment now? I must Unmake this fictional robot

[q-gorgeous]

Brain

ao3

ffn

in this series: witch, curse, treat

hey im trying links again im just gonna post this immediately even if its 1 am and see how that goes

Something was wrong with Danny. 

When Maddie had done her examinations and tests on Danny, she thought she had figured out a way to safely remove the foreign ghostly body from his chest. She thought this would’ve been the best option, a way to get her son back. To free him from Phantom clutches.

But when she cut into him, cut deep down into his chest, near his beating heart, it didn’t work. She removed the glowing sphere from inside him but as soon as it was gone his heart stopped beating. She had stood there for a few seconds, staring at his chest, confusion dawning. 

Why didn’t this work? What was wrong? Did he already lose too much blood? He hadn’t been cut open for that long. 

She tried everything she could to get his heart beating on its own again. Over and over again she tried and she tried but nothing worked. She glanced back at the sphere sitting on her medical tray beside her, blinking in a steady glowing pulse.

Should she really put it back in? That’s not really Danny, that’s Phantom.

But without Phantom how would she get Danny back?

She went to work putting Phantom back inside Danny’s chest. 

As she cauterized Phantom back into place, Maddie wondered how she’d get rid of his power over Danny. She couldn’t get rid of him completely, at least not yet. 

She sewed Danny’s chest back up and stood there, still, just staring at him again. 

If only she had a way to neutralize Phantom’s hold on him, something that would block Phantom from the front of Danny’s mind. So it was Danny in control, not Phantom. But how?

She reluctantly left Danny’s side. She needed to think of something that wouldn’t be conspicuous. Something that would blend into the everyday, that wouldn’t be questioned if seen. 

Maybe if she could create some kind of formula, similar to the ecto-dejecto. It couldn’t be harmful to Phantom though otherwise it would hurt Danny. It needed to be a neutralizer of some sort. 

Maddie started with the formulas for the ecto-dejecto. She had the one for their original mix that accidentally ended up making ghosts stronger and their latest version. She had to find a middle ground between the two. 

She spent hours and hours mixing formulas and testing them on ectoplasmic samples. She had many that caused the ectoplasm to grow, become stronger, and many that boiled the ectoplasm away altogether. 

And then finally, she found a mixture that simply canceled the ectoplasm out. The bubbles inside the ectoplasm disappeared and the glow dissipated. 

Once she had enough mixed together, she filled an IV bag and hooked it up to Danny, sending a steady stream of it into his system. 

But how would she get it into his system regularly? That would be too conspicuous. It would raise too many questions. Maybe if it was a solid form, something she could pass off as legitimate. 

That’s it! She could turn it into a pill and when she brought Danny home she could pass it off as some sort of medicine. 

Just as she was finishing up the last of the pills, she heard Danny groan on the operation table behind her. She was lucky he didn’t wake up before now, she was already almost done with her work. Now she just had to see how he was feeling. 

“Hi, sweetie. Welcome back. How are you feeling? Are you in any pain?”

Danny didn’t respond to her. He stared up at the ceiling, his eyes glassy and vacant. 

“Danny?” Maddie asked, placing a hand on his face. 

He wasn’t hot, but he wasn’t cold either. What was wrong? Why wasn’t he responding?

Maddie pulled over an EEG machine and started attaching the nodes to his head. She powered up the machine and pressed a button to start the readings. 

She furrowed her brows as the results appeared on the screen. The wavelengths that his brain was outputting weren’t at normal levels. Had Phantom damaged his mind that much? Was that why this was happening? How long has he been in there for?

A tear slipped down Maddies cheek. She turned the machine off and pulled the nodes off of Danny’s head and undid the straps holding him down to the operation table.

All she ever wanted was to protect her boy. She wanted to keep him safe. But somehow she let some ghost take control over him, to the point where she couldn’t even remove it from him without risking his life. And now he would never be the same. 

She guided him up into a sitting position and pulled him off the table. He almost fell once he stood up but Maddie caught him before he could hit the ground. 

She’d take him home. Their time here wouldn’t be all for naught. It wouldn’t have been pointless. She just knew all the factors now. She’d figure out how to fix Danny sooner or later. But for now they were going home. She’d say that she found him wandering the streets and how overjoyed she was to find him and finally bring him home. 

No one would know what happened here.

[lunvrwitch]

Let’s talk Goddess Selene (:

Selene is the Titan Goddess of the moon, Goddess of child birth and pregnancy. Daughter of Hyperion and Theia, and wife of Endymion.

Celebrated during the new moon, when the first sliver of lights starts to show and 15 days after the full moon.

She was typically shown as a woman riding a sidesaddle on a horse or driving a chariot being drawn by a pair of wing steeds.

Her lunar sphere or crescent was either a crown set upon her head or the fold of a raised, shining cloak.

Sometimes said to drive a team of oxen and her lunar crescent was likened to a pair of bull horns.

Ways to worship!!

Deadicate an altar!

silver jewelry

crescent shaped knives

silver coins/candles

anything ocean releated

moonstone

anything with a relationship with a natural cycle (cicadas, eggshells, etc)

mirrors or glass

white candles

myrtle incense

myrtle, willow, white poppy, rose, and wall flower

take a few items from the altar to charge in the moon light

clean the altar or items with moon water

go for a walk in the moonlight and visualize walking with selene. talk with her, thank for for all she’s done the past month.

Cats, Deers, Rabbits, and Ox’s are all typically sacred, place a few photos on your altar or donate/volunteer to help them!

Live as Selene!

Dress in flowing silky moon colors

wear silver jewelry

while running errand respond as you intuitively feel Selene would. (sprinkle wild flower seeds in vacant areas, bring water to the dog park, give out white flowers to people you interact with, etc)

Dine with Selene!

Set your dining table up as an altar, set with two white candles.

Place white, blue, and gold flowers.

Use round white plates

Serve Selene first !

Place music you feel is appropriate, and talk with her, thank her for everything she’s given and all she’s removed the past month.

Serve foods like ;

Goat milk / cheese

moon cakes

white wine

lamb / steak gyros on round pita

rice based dishes

Attritubes!

Passionate

Lights the night

controls time

changeable like the moon

Areas of influence!

Agriculture

anything domestic

travel

long life

medicine

visions.