#aaand im dead

[ganondoodle]

someone commented on an old post of mine that sonia wasnt fridged bc shes relevant to the plot and i have been thinking about it for an hour bc i dont think thats an actual get out of jail card for that .... also ... what does she do? be raurus way to cement himself as da king? give some half assed advice to zelda, that has no pay off unless you count zelda time reversing a bunch of weapons*, and then immediately dies just so zelda can essentially replace her and make rauru regret he didnt stab ganondorf right when he showed up in their temple i guess ?? (which is questionable on its own imo)

(*its not a good pay off for powers she was suddendly revealed to always have had(tm) and also is only ever used to .... welll, get zelda out of the way back in time, reverse a few weapons and .. idk create a ham fisted way to give the player her gimmick?)

even if she doesnt technically meet the requirements(lol?) to be called fridged like .. she is spiritually at least for how irrelevant and cheapely killed off she was

[insertsona]

To me at least you're also the person who's art tastes like taffy :) /vpos. You have a really recognizable artstyle and I love seeing anything from you pop up on the dash, Yellow Addison or other OCs or otherwise!

can i offer you some doodles from the whiteboard i did the other day in return for your kind words

[dogcollarpunk]

sitting down to do my work truly is never as bad as my brain thinks it is but I really cannot do it until 24 hours before its due. unfortunately.

[logosbot-tm]

Okay, so yes, Desert Duo are friends again, Mumbo is dead, canary curse is over, blah blah blah-

But can we talk about how much effort has been put into this series? We've got people shrinking and growing in the first episode. Not being able to eat foods and having to look for other things instead in the second.

And then we have the snails? Which hung people down? And all match the person they're hunting? And got custom names? Aaand they also have animations?

Then we got the speeding up thing, which starts off slow as all hell in the fourth one

And then the Triviabot????????? Which needed a team of people for the questions + answers. Who has its own soundtrack? And voicelines? And animations? And its own snail?

Im?

There's so much effort!!! This is so cool!!! :D

[downbad4sylus]

“Did you…mean to do that?”

synopsis: Caleb spends the weekend at your apartment while you both wrestle with how you feel about the other.

content: caleb x afab!reader; use of Y/N; pre-relationship; angst but it ends in fluff, don’t worry; i do use pip-squeak, im so sorry but it is kinda cute; caleb acts like caleb; mostly proofread

word count: ~3.1k

a/n: ….so this fuckin happened i guess

After Caleb left to attend the Aerospace Academy, you were forced to weather thunderstorms on your own. He would come home to visit of course, but he was no longer a constant in your life, a safe haven for you to turn to. Then you went to college, and seeing Caleb became few and far between, your schedules never really aligning for visits at Gran’s. It should’ve gotten easier as the years went by, as you joined the Hunter’s Association and he went to work for the DAA. But it didn’t, it never did.

It got worse, actually, after the explosion, when you thought Caleb was dead.

Every storm was like a knife to your heart, the blade twisting with each clap of thunder, sinking deeper as lightning lit up the sky. How you ached for Caleb’s warm reassurance, his solid presence at your side, his arms wrapped around you.

Then, against all odds, Caleb returned. He was alive.

But despite this, your childhood best friend wasn’t the same person he used to be. Where once he was warm and kind, he was now cold, mean.

You longed for the old Caleb, and as time went on, he showed hints of the man you knew. But would it ever be like it used to? Or would you have to accept that the past was the past, and focus on the future? Focus on accepting the Caleb in front of you now?

“Pip-squeak?”

“Hm?” You looked up at him, as he really was in front of you, arms braced on the island in your kitchen while you sat on one of the stools across from him.

“You okay? You seem…distracted,” said Caleb, his brow furrowing.

You shook your head, your lips curling into what you hoped was a reassuring smile. “Sorry, yes, I’m okay.” You pointed to the stove behind him. “Is our dinner almost ready?”

You had invited Caleb over to your apartment for the weekend and the two of you had spent the day around Linkon after you’d picked him up at the train station. Rather than going out to dinner, Caleb had insisted you return to your apartment so he could make you a proper, home-cooked meal.

Caleb straightened, a smile of his own adorning his face. “You that hungry?”

You nodded.

He chuckled. “Yeah, it’s almost done. Why don’t you start setting up for us to eat?”

You hopped off the stool and rounded the island, skirting around Caleb’s massive frame to grab plates, cutlery, and napkins. As you made your way to the coffee table in the living room, your thoughts wandered once more.

You felt guilty, honestly, for your continued, pervasive doubt. Caleb was trying his best, he really was, and yet all you did was dissect every word, every action. It wasn’t fair to him, and it wasn’t fair to yourself either. But this was just so hard.

Especially when there was a different kind of longing in your heart.

You could hardly admit it to yourself, these feelings you had toward Caleb. How, perhaps, you might want more with him (and maybe you always had).

Your heart and mind were in total chaos what felt like all the time. With Caleb. Without Caleb. Being with him made it worse, and being away from him did you no favors either.

“Aaand, dinner is served.”

Your head snapped up to find Caleb placing a serving dish on the coffee table, a wide grin stretched across his face.

You mirrored his expression. “Thank you, Caleb.”

His eyes softened as he sat beside you, taking your plate to serve you before himself.

“So, tell me again about this reality show you’re making me watch,” Caleb said, the two of you digging in to another one of his delicious meals.

You perked up, sitting up a little straighter as you swallowed. “It’s a dating competition, there’s challenges and dates and stuff, and they’re all competing to be the ‘best’ couple as voted for by the public.”

“Okay, okay, I can see how you find this entertaining,” Caleb mused. “Give me the run down since we’re in the middle of the season.”

You launched into an information dump, describing both the men and women on the show, who was with who, who you liked and didn’t like, which couples you were rooting for and which ones you wanted to break up. Caleb hung on to your every word, giving you his full and undivided attention.

Once you started watching, you continued to explain what was going on and who everyone was. Caleb, for his part, made sure to point out every single red flag for each guy you said you favored.

“You like that guy?” he asked as the TV showed the guy in question working out in front of a mirror.

“Yeah, he’s super sweet and actually listens to what the women have to say,” you said.

Caleb scoffed.

“What?” you demanded, pointing your fork at him. “What’s wrong with him?”

Caleb grinned something wicked. “He’s clearly full of himself.”

Your head whipped between the screen and Caleb. “How?”

“Workin’ out in front of the mirror like that? Flexin’ his muscles for no one but himself? Come on, pip-squeak, it’s so obvious.”

“Oh like you’ve never flexed in front of a mirror before?”

“As a matter of fact, I haven’t, thank you very much.”

You held out your hand.

Caleb slapped your palm.

You frowned.

“What?” he questioned.

“Give me your phone,” you said.

His brows raised. “Why?”

“I want to go through your pictures and see if you have any of you flexing your muscles.”

Caleb’s eyes widened, and he laughed to hide his shock. “Is that really necessary?”

You knew you’d caught him red handed, and he knew it too, his smile growing sheepish. So maybe his plan of convincing you to hate every guy on the show wasn’t going as planned, but Caleb was nothing if able to adapt to any situation.

He switched tactics.

“Are you saying you want to see me shirtless, Y/N?” he teased, crossing his arms so his biceps bulged.

Your gaze betrayed you, flicking toward his stupid muscles, your cheeks turning pink. “You know that’s not what I meant.” You gestured to the TV. “Why don’t you join the cast and show off how all the men should be acting, since you have so many opinions about it?”

Caleb snorted. “Like I’d give any of those women the time of day.”

Something flared in your chest at that—a sense of satisfaction maybe, or possessiveness—knowing the beautiful women on the show wouldn’t so much as turn his head. But who, then, would? Were you delusional in thinking, hoping, that it would be you?

Caleb was watching you intently, noticing every micro-expression that flitted across your face. He wanted to know what you were thinking. What it meant to you when he said the women on your silly little show were of no interest to him. Did you know it was because you were the only woman he would ever look at?

It was getting harder for him to ignore his feelings for you as time went on. The love he felt near overwhelming where it burned bright and constant in his chest. How desperately he wanted to call you his, and only his. For you two to exist in your own world, together, where he could keep you safe and take care of you. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold out, if he was being honest with himself.

“Why don’t we watch something else?” you suggested, breaking him and yourself free of your respective thoughts.

“Sure, pip-squeak, whatever you want,” Caleb said with a genuine smile, because he meant it, he would do whatever you wanted.

—

You stared at the couch, now made for Caleb to sleep on for the night, guilt raging within. Surely it was cruel to keep expecting him to sleep there when he stayed over. He couldn’t possibly be comfortable.

“I really don’t mind,” Caleb said, as if reading your thoughts.

You looked up into his reassuring smile. “Are you sure? You can barely fit on the damn thing.”

“I’ve slept in worse places, trust me.” He patted your head. “Go off to bed now, text me if you need anything, yeah?”

“You should be texting me if you need anything,” you grumbled. “It’s my apartment.”

“What was that pip-squeak?” he teased.

“I said goodnight, Caleb,” you declared loudly.

“Goodnight,” he chuckled.

Throwing Caleb one last—admittedly longing—glance, you spun on your heel and stalked into your bedroom, closing the door behind you. Already changed into your pajamas, you crawled into bed and nestled under the covers where sleep mercifully found you quickly, despite clutching your phone to your chest, wishing Caleb to text you.

—

It was the lightning that woke you first, only to then be startled by the booming thunder.

Summer nights in Linkon were always unpredictable in terms of weather, thunderstorms cropping up whenever they felt like it seemed. This night, apparently, was no different.

The lightning lit up the sky, brightening your room with each flash. You were trembling beneath the blankets, too frozen with fear to move.

Until your phone buzzed against your chest and you managed to bring it up to read the text that had come through.

are you okay???

A sob escaped your throat seeing Caleb’s message.

No. Can you come in here, please?

Caleb was through your door within seconds.

“Y/N?” he called out.

“Caleb,” you whimpered.

You heard his muted footsteps on the carpet as he strode over to the bed. Then he was joining you under the covers, wrapping his arms tight around you as he pulled you against his body. You clung to him, your hands fisting in his shirt so tightly your knuckles were white.

“Shh, it’s okay, I’m right here,” he cooed, one hand rubbing your back.

Another crash of thunder had you clinging to him, your bodies impossibly close now.

“I would’ve thought you’d gotten over this while I was…away,” Caleb murmured, teasing, but there was concern hidden within his tone too.

You shook your head. “It got worse after you left,” you confessed. “When we were apart it was still hard, but you weren’t gone, just away, so it was easier to deal with. But after the explosion…”

“You thought I was gone, gone,” Caleb finished for you.

“Every time there was a storm, it reminded me of that,” you said.

Caleb tucked your head under his chin. “You don’t have to worry anymore, I’m here now, and I’m not going anywhere this time.” He kissed the top of your head and you nearly wept. “I’ll hold you through every thunderstorm if you need me to. Even if I’m in Skyhaven, I’ll come as fast as I can, you only need to say the word.”

The thunder outside your window was nothing compared to the roar of your heart.

Maybe it didn’t matter that Caleb had changed since the explosion, because honestly, you had changed too. You had both gone through your own journeys in the past year and came out the other side as different people.

Maybe what mattered was what had stayed the same. Caleb was still your best friend. He was still the one person in your life who knew you better than anyone.

He was still the only man you had truly ever loved.

You drew back, a movement Caleb tried to prevent until you placed a gentle hand on his cheek.

“What’s wrong?” he breathed.

“I’m sorry, Caleb,” you whispered.

His brows knit. “For…what?”

“For the way I’ve acted since you came back. I didn’t mean to cause you so much distress, it’s just been…hard, adjusting.”

Caleb shook his head, placing a hand atop yours. “You don’t need to apologize. I’m sorry for making this so hard for you.” His violet eyes darted between yours. “All I’ve ever wanted is to keep you safe, I never wanted to hurt you. I would never hurt you, Y/N. I—“

He stopped himself short, before he could blurt out the three words he’d been holding back for years.

But you knew what he was going to say. You knew because you wanted to say it too.

You steeled your nerves before you could second guess yourself, and surged forward, your lips colliding with Caleb’s.

The kiss lasted for only a second, just a peck. You were too scared to linger any longer, afraid he might not reciprocate despite almost making a love confession.

Caleb’s eyes were wide, his chest heaving into yours. “Did you…mean to do that?”

Your cheeks blushed bright red as you nodded.

And then he was kissing you again.

Caleb took full advantage of your surprised gasp, his tongue plunging into your mouth and sliding along your own. His hand found its way to the back of your head, cradling it as his fingers wove into your hair.

His kiss was desperate, all-consuming, years of love and longing poured into each stroke of his tongue, each slide of his lips.

You met him with equal fervor, looping your arms around his neck to pull him closer. The thunderstorm long forgotten now as you lost yourself in this kiss. In Caleb.

Caleb, despite being on cloud nine, was trembling with restraint. He wanted nothing more to unleash himself on you, to tear off every layer of clothing and prove to you just how much he loved you. How much he worshipped you. But he didn’t want to push you before you were ready lest he risk whatever wall he’d finally broken down to be immediately put back up again. He could live with the taste of your lips, your tongue, for now at least.

You were the one to break away first, your lungs burning and in desperate need of air. Caleb was undeterred, however, and rolled you onto your back before trailing open-mouthed kisses down your neck. He wouldn’t stop until he marked you as his.

“Caleb,” you half-moaned as he sucked your skin.

Satisfied with the various hickeys already blooming on your neck, Caleb was finally able to tear his lips away.

Only to be struck stupid by your disheveled appearance.

Your lips were swollen, cheeks flushed a brilliant shade of red, and oh the way you were looking at him, it would spell his demise. Your eyes were hooded with pupils blown wide, but it was the desire in your gaze that really threatened Caleb’s fraying self-control.

“Did you leave marks?” you asked him, breathless.

Caleb nodded, still consumed in the daze of you.

You punched him square in the chest. “Caleb!”

He blinked rapidly, confused as to why you were suddenly so upset. “What? Did I hurt you?” Did he do something wrong? Were you regretting kissing him already?

“No, dummy!” you exclaimed. “I have work on Monday!”

“What does…?”

You hit his chest again. “I’m going to have to wear turtlenecks for at least a week! In the middle of summer!”

Caleb barked a laugh as relief flooded through him. “Who says you need to cover them up?” He traced the marks with a fingertip, causing you to shiver. “I would prefer you didn’t.”

You frowned. “Strutting around the Association covered in hickeys isn’t exactly professional. How would you like it if you had to walk around the Fleet with bruises all over your neck?”

A positively wicked smile stretched across Caleb’s face. “Is that a threat?” he drawled, leaning in so close your lips brushed. “I would wear any mark you left on me like a badge of honor.”

You pushed him off you with a scoff and he fell onto his back beside you with a dramatic oof. “Of course you would.”

Caleb turned on his side to look at you, really look at you. “Hey,” he murmured.

“Yeah?” you breathed, feeling the shift in his demeanor to something far more serious.

“You don’t regret it, right?” he asked.

“No, Caleb,” you said. You captured his face in your hands, emphatic as you continued, “I don’t regret it all, it’s time we stopped dancing around what’s going on between us.”

Caleb swallowed. “And what, exactly, is going on?”

He needed you to say it.

So you did, but not without teasing him first.

“Well I’m assuming this is more than just a friends-with-benefits thing,” you giggled.

Caleb wrapped a hand around your wrist. “Y/N, please.”

You grinned. “Isn’t the guy supposed to ask the girl to date him? This is a little backwards, don’t you think?”

Caleb’s breath caught, his heart swelling with so much love he was sure it would burst. “Y/N, do you…want to be my girlfriend?”

“Yeah, Caleb, I’d love to.”

He huffed a disbelieving laugh then captured your lips in another impassioned kiss. It was all worth it, the years he endured and suffered in silence as his love for you grew. Years spent hopelessly praying one day you’d return his affections. And sure, maybe he made it difficult at every turn for you to even entertain being with someone else, but that was for your own good. He was the only one capable of actually taking care of you, and he’d be damned if he let some other idiot hurt you because they couldn’t measure up.

But Caleb didn’t have to worry about that anymore. Not when you melted into his kiss. Not when your body pressed against his. Not when he could finally call you his.

He drew back, needing to say what he couldn’t before. “Y/N.”

You met his steadfast gaze.

“I love you,” said Caleb. “I’m in love with you.”

Once more that brilliant smile lit up your beautiful face, the moment as a flash of lightning brightened the room.

“I love you too, Caleb.” He didn’t dare exhale until you repeated his own words back to him. “I’m in love with you too.”

For the first time in a long while, Caleb thought he might have a chance at real happiness.

—

Bonus:

“Hey Y/N, did you and Xavier get in a fight or something?” Tara asked, shielding her mouth with her hand.

“No, why?” you questioned, glancing over at the Hunter and making eye contact. Xavier smiled warmly at you until you looked away.

“He’s been glaring at you all morning,” whispered Tara. “Or more like your neck.”

You had done your best to hide the hickeys Caleb had given you, covering them with the thickest concealer you had as well as wearing a cowl-necked long sleeve (despite it being blistering outside). There was no way Xavier could see them from across the room, and even if he could, why would he be mad about it?

Xavier, however, could absolutely see the hickeys adorning your neck. He’d broken three pens already from clenching them so hard whenever he thought of the piece of shit who’d marked you.

He was going to do unspeakable things when he found out who it was, and you, of course, would be none the wiser.

[onionowt]

i love your sky ocs 🤙🤙 i’d really love to hear your sky headcanons tho

Headcanons you say? Well, if you are interested in my headcanons i HAD to explain them in the best way possible. Because of that, i decided that i want to tell you about the headcanon i've thought of the most

BEHOLD

Well! I don't even know where to start! Probably i need to explain what i think skykid's "core" is and how it works

Skykid's core is located in their chest and acts as their heart (obviously). This core stores all gained winged light which helps skykids upgrade their wings(this is also obvious, im pretty sure that this is canon, even).

What would happen if the core stores too much light?

If there is too much light energy in one skykid, the body just cannot exist. Skykid will dissolve into thin air and particles of their light will fly into orbit, where after a while a new skykid will form.

What would happen if the core stores no light?

This video

What would happen if the core is destroyed?

Skykid is dead

BUUUT!!! WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF THE CORE IS INJURED??? The skykid becomes permanentally wingless

You can imagine an injured core as a poorly glued vase from whose cracks water constantly flows out and only a small amount remains inside.

How can it be injured? Probably by anything haha. Red shards? Krills? An unfortunate fall at the very beginning? Anything can cause core damage, but to be real, it almost never happens.(Skykid's core is very fragile, it's easy to destroy it, but hard to "make a crack" on it)

Since core injury means that skykid has a very small amount of light, it also affects their appearance.

Wingless skykids, unlike any other, emit very little light and their limbs are mostly darker than the rest of the body. Looking at them you might think they are sick!

The injured core has almost no effect on the physical condition of the skykid, but it is important to beware of dangerous places!

Aaand i guess that's it. All my ramblings on wingless skykids! I'm pretty sure that someone before me already had a thought of that, but it was fun to write anyway.

Thank you for reading this, im running away

[citrine-elephant]

perfect image in my head from this. first image especially. chain that boy up and string him up by his wrists on one of those funky lil hoisty hooks <3

why's he there? who's got him? simmons versus leon go !

oh well doesnt that look like a fun place to put a blondie in peril?

well i guess he kinda is already, huh?

[dungeondykes]

8tracks is dead so im sharing my discworld playlists. if you look or listen to them plz put them in custom order (for me)

my rincewind playlist . specifically light fantastic playlist

magrat playlist- set to wyrd sisters

vimes \o/ 90% the garden bc im a vada vada girlie

aaand death. ended up making this one all acoustic because idk lyrical songs just don't fit him

[caffeiiine]

I read the tags on your Kunikida post… go ahead and explain, my liege

JUST SAW THIS SOMEHOW ABYWAYS TYYY

OKAY so probably going into detail about how kunikida can be considered passively suicidal since i have the most coherent thoughts on that aand warnings for stuff of that nature under the cut :D + length

[also small disclaimer, i have been procrastinating reading dazais entrance exam and so far have only seen the anime adaptation which apparently left a ton of stuff out so feel free to correct me on inaccurate details and/or missed examples or just downright incorrect information]

[note: idk if passive is the correct term bc i was thinking about it and hes not exactly like oh i hope this kills me yk, so whatever that term is lmk <3]

This stuff also sorta ties in with his ideals and their potential self destructive-ness. they tend to cause him to either negligently often risk his life with there being an apparent “other way”, or just outright risk his life with barely a second thought for his ideals.

so kunikida has very strong morals and that’s the core of his character. the main ideals referenced in the show being his infamous “ideal woman”, “how to make dazai ideal”, and the ideal that basically tells him to save people. [i forgot what that one is referred to as]. If we’re talking timeline wise i think one of the first examples of his ideals causing him to negligently risk his life would be in Dazais Entrance Exam, or The Azure Messenger arc if you’re an anime watcher.

First example off the top of my head in dazais entrance exam would be when him and Dazai first see the hostages, specifically the ones in the room

after the gas came down dazai has to actually wrestle kunikida away from the room because otherwise hes gonna die. kunikida repeatedly shouts about how “people shouldn’t die like this”. This might be a bit of a tangent but later on in the episode he remarks how he “may as well ahev set the bomb off himself” when Dazai asks about Rokuzou’s dad, implying he blames himself for Rokuzou’s dad’s death. This is of itself isn’t enough for me to say “oh yeah he’s passively suicidal” so moving on to the main manga where there are several other instances of his tendencies to throw himself directly in harms way.

[there may be examples before this i just skipped to chapter 40] and starting off strong we have the thing with Aya. This could be written up to circumstance but he had the opportunity to avoid death himself so im counting it. he’s basically hugging death. that’s all i have to say for this.

of course he ends up surviving it because of deus ex machina yosano. After the fact, Aya asks him what he would’ve done if Yosano wasn’t there. To which he replies basically he would’ve done the same thing he just did except died and basically would have been fine with the outcome as long as she didn’t die in front of him. [he would’ve been dead as well and not had to deal with the guilt] i should point out as well, he does this because of his ideals. he specifically cites his ideals around these parts usually. The not letting anybody die before his eyes is one of ideals and the most common one he uses.

[im pulling that from the fact he had no backup plans or anything to actually stop the bomb aside from Yosano, since his words could imply he would’ve tried to save Aya. and the guy with the bombs was using the fact Kunikida holds his ideals very close to him, taht he wouldn’t have allowed Aya to die if he could’ve prevented it.]

aaand i think our last example and best example for tonight

context for the scene: they’re in the getaway helicopter and tecchou is trying to take it down via his sword and Kunikida decides to take matters into his own hands and take down Tecchou. First off, HE DID NOT HAVE TO, CHUUYA IS RIGHT. THERE. HE LITERALLY SHOT TECCHOU WITH GRAVITY BULLETS EARLIER.

HE DID NOT HAVE TO RISK HIMSELF BUT HE DID. also additional context, in this arc and the previous arcs, he’s been faced with situation after situation where his ideals have failed him and he’s been unable to exercise them and save the people he thinks he should.

point being, he feels like complete shit! he probably is thinking like if he should do anything then, it should be he makes sure he gets his friends out of there. regardless of whether he’s dead or alive because he jumps out of the plane and full body tackles tecchou while being in direct contact with fucking chuuya.

chuuya “has to stay out of the fights and arcs half the time because he’s too good at his job” nakahara.

chuuya “just shot tecchou and did a decent job at keeping him back a few pages before” nakahara. you see my point.

oh and then he just attempts to blow the both of them up.

he does not care for his life at all here. not one bit. also he did not need to blow the both of them up. he could’ve made a fucking stun gun or anything else that wouldn’t KILL the BOTH of them??

my whole point is he does not care for his life here and it’s gets worse the more you progress through the manga.

anyways anyways ending off, kunikida repeatedly puts his life in danger either for his ideals or neglectfully and/or without need. this has been a ramble. this man is not okay.

also kinda funny is he’s partners with dazai of all people, actively suicidal princess bungou himself. i really enjoy their differences and how similarly different they are.

^ not actually related to anything but i almost started laughing so hard with my family in the room at this piece, junichiro looks so concerned

[sircantus]

LIFE IS STRANGE AU??

Can we get to know more about it, sir Cantus🙏

I can offer a snippet!! Its a crimeboys au, mostly from phils Pov according to my plot points, the basic summary is that Tommy has telekinesis powers, he causes Problems when running away from his foster home with Wilbur, him and Wil go on the run, and then they get picked up by Techno, who is not Exactly a man of the law but takes decent care of them. things at some point go sideways and Wilbur gets separated and put into a hospital for Injuries, and Phil is the person who has to try and gain his trust to figure out what the fuck has been going on (until bedrock bros to come and break him out haha)

Its mostly based off the second game of Life is Strange, bc i rly love the brothers story and i also really like that aspect of an outsider pov trying to understand whats going on (and trying to believe it)

—

Summary:

Phil leans forward, pen now discarded beside Wilbur’s lap. He’s been looking at Wil this entire time, really, but now it feels a little heavier. A bit too much to bear.

“I would like you to be honest with me.” The man says, voice soft. “If you want to be.”

Wilbur presses his lips tightly shut, thinking of Tommy’s smiling face, the leaves floating up around his hair, the sun in their eyes.

“I’d be willing to listen.”

(Or, Phil has heard plenty of stories from mistreated kids. It’s his job to open them up and help. This story is… maybe out of his skill set.)

(Or, or, life is strange AU. Wilbur is just trying to protect his little brother from everything he can, in any way he can. Phil just wants to try and protect him.)

—

And here is a snippet of the first few paragraphs!

—

Wilbur Soot. Sixteen. Brother of Tommy Soot, ten years old, whose whereabouts are currently unknown.

Both brothers are suspected to have had involvement in multiple instances of property damage across four different towns. Wilbur Soot is suspected to have had involvement in the mysterious, fiery death of their previous foster parent, Dream Taken, who was found dead at the scene at their previous residence.

For the past four months, legal enforcement has had trouble catching them as they run up and down the state. There have recently been scattered reports of an adult man now traveling with them; caucasian, pink dyed hair, tattoos on his right arm. No one has been able to pinpoint who that particular stranger is, though.

No one has been able to figure out where he took Tommy after the peculiar explosion that occurred in the quiet, forest town of l’manburg.

Wilbur is apparently outright refusing to talk. Phil doesn’t blame him.

The hospital setting isn’t something that provides comfort, to be honest, and with all the doctors and nurses prodding at Wil with a wariness like he’ll bite if they step too close. It's a wonder the kid hasn’t done much other than scowl for the past three days. Phil does his best to never set up expectations in his head before he sees his patients-- kids can always be so much different than you’d assume, after all-- but Wilbur’s file in his hands tells a story.

Suspected murder. Involvement in multiple explosions, multiple fires, multiple buildings crashing down into dust. Wherever this kid went with his little brother, destruction followed on his heels. On the day they were finally able to bring him in, pulling him from the rubble, he came kicking and screaming, even with his broken ribs and internal bleeding. Rumor around the halls says he gave one of the doctors a black eye when he woke up from the first surgery. The handcuff on his wrist to keep him confined to his hospital bed has stayed there ever since.

By all accounts, Wil is a dangerous, violent criminal, one who isn’t partial to conversation. Phil should probably expect an instant failure the second he walks into this room.

A failure isn’t what he sees when he comes through the door, though.

He sees a scared kid.

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Aaand thats all im gonna give bc im self conscious about the rest of that story haha!! But yeah its meant to be long bonding arc with Phil and Wilbur in the hospital environment, with Phil kinda having this pressure behind him to get an Answer and Wilbur refusing to Speak bc how could he believe him? Would he even? Tommy has superpowers, thats not even something that would be safe for others to know.

Eventually Wilbur does tell him the whole story, hoping Phil will believe it and Phil…doesnt, but he doesn’t show that. He thinks Wil is a bit traumatized actually but then Tommy and Techno come back to yoink Wilbur and Phil sees he was telling the truth and ends up going with them bc he wants to help, he really does

Also the title is pretty plain, life is strange au haha yup

[andiaquarium-moved]

watching surgery videos with my mom as a kid affected me but only in the sense that i find gore fascinating now

[conanssummerchild]

i was just thinking about the look on down from the bridge moments in rick and morty bcs im obsessed with them and i started like way overanalysing shit (as always tee hee) so im posting it here

so like while both are following a really traumatising moment for one character that doesnt feel traumatic for another (morty being absolutely horrified seeing his own bludgeoned dead body, rick unphased, just another day in his life lol. and rick killing the man hes destroyed himself hunting for half his life and realising he doesnt feel any better, while for morty it was just another adventure) but then there's also differences, lets break them down >:)

sorry for the shitty image quality as always lmao

morty's look on down from the bridge moment:

okay so right before it starts the last thing we see is rick being very dismissive of how horrifying this is for morty

im not sure tbh if rick is really aware of how traumatic this is for morty (clueless little man <3) but morty does quite clearly express his horror and rick dismisses it, kinda showing how morty is often pushed to the side and ignored by characters on the show

next we see morty looking down at the corpse with his traumatised look and rick nudges him to get moving, instead of comforting him or smth

again showing that morty is like dismissed and kinda emotionally neglected, especially by rick, but also by other characters

the next bit is just him burying the body, just showing again what it is that has him in this dissociative state

pretty self explanatory

then, and heres where it starts to get interesting, we see morty watching his parents arguing

(sorry, hes not watching them in that specific shot but he does when the angle changes yk)

obviously he's having a Moment about them not being his original parents and how hes in a whole new dimension and no one even knows except him and his emotionally inept grandpa, but also he stands there for a good moment and his parents don't even notice hes there, they just ignore him

after that, we see summer and rick sitting on the sofa, rick watching tv and summer on her phone

morty just stands there and stares at them and summer doesnt even look up (we've already established rick isnt going to) its like hes invisible to the people around him

and then we just get a zoomed in shot of morty's horrified face aaand roll credits

(no picture attatched, sorry, i think we all know what mortys face looks like)

morty is highlighted here, the focus is on him for the audience, we are supposed to see how shaken up this has left morty. no one else is in the shot because no one elses reaction is relevant right now

also i'd like to point out that everything being done by others in mortys lodftb moment is completely mundane, beth and jerry arguing (pretty regular for them) rick just watching tv, normal tv not even interdimensional cable, and summer on her phone. none of this is special or different, this is an average day being ignored for morty, except this time he needs his family more than ever, but still nothing changes

mortys problem portrayed is that ppl dont value him enough or dont pay attention to him. his parents can be emotionally neglectful, he and summer don't have a super close relationship (in later seasons theyre a bit closer), and rick is, well... rick. he pretends not to care about morty, ignores most of what he says, dismisses his feelings, etc.

aaand moving on

rick's look on down from the bridge moment:

this contrasts morty's moment where he is not okay but rick ignores it bcs here morty directly asks if rick is okay and rick lies about it (if u look closely u can see his pants are in fact beginning to catch on fire /j), so morty is chill now bcs he believes him

morty then goes in for a hug (im not attatching an image, im sure you've seen it 100 times) and this is our first sign ricks lying (well i mean. apart from context clues) beacuse usually he would push morty away or complain or be awkward (like in fear no mort lol) or uncomfortable but he just remains completely passive, his expression barely even changes

morty then goes on to ramble excitedly about their epic adventure because rick said hes fine but very quickly mortys voice is drowned out and lodftb begins to play. here morty is blurred out of focus and the camera zooms into rick

okay, so preceding it we have morty asking rick if he's okay, to which he responds yeah (liar 🤨)

this is, again, different from morty's moment because while morty's issue is being ignored, rick is very far from ignored, his issue is that he just like goes through life and the people around him don't realise how much he's hurting. morty isn't seen at all, rick is seen plenty, but he's never understood, not really. does this make sense? idk

anyway, going on, morty keeps contentedly talking in the ship whike rick stares blanky ahead, but when he realises morty expects him to answer, he gives him a nod, since it's whats expected so morty wont think somethings wrong (also the cinematography of the broken ship really adds to the scene i feel.

again, the contrast here is clear, morty is like completely frozen in his scene, and no one notices or cares at all. rick on the other hand contines to go through the motions as he's expected to despite his strong emotional turmoil going on, which we as an audience can see

morty keeps talking as they get back home, but eventually does leave and go idk to bed ig, leaving rick standing in the garage, looking blank and empty

i couldve picked a better picture sorry i just. tell me he doesnt look like the pixar lamp here, im sorry lmao back to serious ok

so next we see him shutting off the power to his rick prime hunting room

this ofc shows its finally over, but the fact that they leave him stanfing in the dark there shows how he doesnt feel better or fufilled like he wished he would

okay, now we get to his family being shown, first up is summer, theyre sitting on the sofa much like in mortys moment, but morty isnt in this one and also summer is not on her phone (unusual) but watching a movie with has popcorn, and she seems happy, she seemingly asks rick to grab some drinks, which he does silently without even complaining (not usual for the whiniest man in the universe lol)

anyway here summer is more cheerful than usual, not just on her phone like she normally always is

next we see the two beths and jerry washing space beths ship, theyre having fun, laughing, messing around and spraying echother with the hose playfully, while rick watches from the window, away from them, actually right when the lyrics playing are "everybody seems so far away from me"

again, this isnt like mortys scene, where everyone is just having an ordinary day and not seeing how everything has changed for him or even looking at him, here everyone seems to be having a lot of fun, without rick, summer and morty both address him directly, but neither realise how Not Okay he is

and lastly we see the whole family at the dinner table, everyone is smiling and chatting amicably, rick is just sitting there still, not even eating. however, he is then addressed and seems to need a moment to zone back in, but when he does he grins and (assumedly?) cracks some kind of joke/says smth that makes everyone laugh (except jerry, who just looks kinda confused this whole scene lmao) and everyone goes back to their meals, rick also taking a bite of his own. however when everyone looks away, his smile drops again and cut to creditssss

the shot doesnt zoom back in on him now like it does for morty in his scene, because the fact that rick is not well has already been established now, instead the angle shows the whole family beacause the point is to show how everyones happy and think he is too because he's putting on His Act, so like the smile fades to show he is not okay but the angle and zoom stays the same to show that it is not seen or like understood to be that way. ykwim?

so here its portrayed that ricks problem is that people dont realise that hes hurting. he comes off as a jerk all the time because of how much suffering he holds inside, how much is going on in his mind (or i mean a lot of the time he just. is a jerk, but this isnt abt that rn), like when bird person tells morty rick is in great pain and morty says "come on bird person, rick isnt that complicated, hes jist a huge asshole" people dont realise it bcs of how much he struggles being vulnerable and talking abt his feelings but my boy is hurtingg :(, so this scene is kinda showing that they assume hes fine but really hes in a lot of emotional turmoil

idk im kinda losing the thread here but i mean i hope this makes at least a little sense, im obsessed with look on down from the bridge :3

[squidthesquidd]

hi !!! :DD

could I have some lore &/or info on the human characters pls 🥰👉👈💫💫💫💫

OMG YEAAAAAHHHH 💥💥💥💥💥

First!! Yoyo my beloved: Her full name is Yoanne but everyone just calls her yoyo. she has vitiligo (the kind that shows up on joints and places with lots of movement, i forgor what its called) and her hair is huge because i love big hair. She's basically a genius when it comes to engineering so sometimes she helps fix stuff around the base, and she reaallllyyy wants to get her hands inside literally every piece of tech ever. Also she besties with bumblebee and is teaching him sign language :3 shes a silly goober, ready for anything. also ✨Cottagecore girly✨

nowww Mari!! basically a cryptid in the body of a human nerd. shes tall af, very lanky, looks a bit dead cus she doesn't sleep, shes a freak. She has tfp rafs skillset basically. Computer science and hacking master. She's actually a wanted criminal cus she just wouldn't stop breaking into government files for fun. Officially she's missing, but she's just hanging out with the autobots :) they know she's s criminal but they like her so they keep her at the base. also shes just soooo ready to fight at all times. she WILL throw down with zero hesitation. I keep imagining this one scene where she has a giant laser gun so i think im gonna give her one. also its important to know that shes into scene fashion

and Kai. the dude. the guy. he's literally just chilling. Biologist and biomechanist with a side of chemistry. A bit worried that the other two are so willing to join this giant robot war, but why not i guess? Its better than college. he likes button up shirts with silly patterns and cats. he probably hangs out with prowl a lot :] and ratchet cus he just NEEDS to know everything about cybertronian biology. if he's not hanging with yoyo and mari, he's probably in the medbay reading every single file ratchet owns. he BEGS ratchet to let him watch surgeries. eventually he even starts helping with the surgeries cus tiny hands are very useful

all three went to the same genius college, which is how they met! Mari was the first to discover the bots. she found some files talking about a mysterious crash out in the desert, and she just had to investigate. she ended up finding the autobot base, and the bots saw no issue with her staying cus she literally couldn't leave considering she was wanted by the government. After Mari's disappearance, Kai and Yoyo made it their job to find her, cus the police weren't helping and they missed their friend. They start going through channels they know she would go through, and eventually ended up figuring out about the crash, which they went to check out just in case Mari was there... aaand she was! along with Bee and Cliff. so whoops, guess the bots have two more humans

[s1llym1ll1ee]

Hi chat... You aren't mad at me doing side quests and kinda forgetting this right? Anyways uh finally finished Cass in some Aus that I like a bit like the dead AU by @jacenotjason and the Inner Demons one by @theweirdstuffblogsdontlook (i think thats their user annoy me if im wrong) and you got the Night Parade AU by staticCL1NG on Twitter (I refuse to call the shit X) AAAND you have the peak I've been busy with. No Cass will not be Penelope, it'll be Lila. I'm cooking chat trust, I have EPIC on my side trust.. Btw im going between havibg either radford as Polites or Dexter be Polites since I have Poseidon as Gregor and Polyphemus as Moloch. I DON'T SHIP THEM, just didn't know who else to put as them.

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[goldstargloww]

scott: did you loot grian's body? martyn: a little bit. not loads scott: [laughs] as soon as it said "cover me in diamonds" i was like. "aaand martyn's looted that body" cleo: [laughs] martyn: hold on, im gonna throw back the boots, there we go, boots are back …and i'll throw back the shovel as well cleo: how you doin, grian? grian: …i'm gonna kill everyone. [cleo and scott laugh a bit] martyn: now i wish i hadn't just done that-! martyn: oh, god- [huffs amusedly] grian: he's so dead. [runs off to go commit murder]

[altarboyy]

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hi im tadzio!

im 16 (08)

catholic

i speak english, dutch, and im learning french

i draw and write, romance and historical stuff

some shows/movies/etc i like:

- children of the corn (1984)

- our gang/ the little rascals (1930s)

- the eastside + dead end kids

- christine (1983)

- the buster brown film series (1920s)

- moral orel

- the trouble with angels (1966)

- little lord fauntleroy (1980)

- peanuts

- the omen (1976)

- alice, sweet alice (1976)

- les amitiés particulières (1943/1964)

- kaze to ki no uta (manga + film)

- the heart of thomas

- black butler

music i like:

- vkei

- 80s goth + new wave + thrash/black metal

- 60s garage mod

- 50s doo-wop

- aaand anything 1900-1936!