#and i found out that Eclipse really likes puzzles

[plotting-your-downfall-duo]

The Chain as 80s Power Ballads

Listen man, I can’t really explain my thought process on this one. Sometimes it’s the lyrics really fitting a plot, sometimes I can hear them scream singing along in the car, 90% of it is just vibes fitting like a jigsaw puzzle

Anyways enjoy

-Mod Hyrule 🧚‍♂️💚

Time:

More Than a Feeling- Boston

Time After Time- Cyndi Lauper

Wars:

Everybody Wants to Rule the World- Tears for Fears

Holding Out For a Hero- Bonnie Tyler

Twi:

Total Eclipse of the Heart- Bonnie Tyler

Wanted Dead or Alive-Bon Jovi

Sky:

Danger Zone- Kenny Loggins

Uptown Girl- Billy Joel

Wild:

I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For- U2

Under Pressure- Queen and David Bowie

Legend:

Sweet Dreams (Are Made of These)- Eurythmics

Material Girl-Madonna

Hyrule:

Africa- Toto

Eye of the Tiger- Surviver

Four:

True Colors- Cyndi Lauper

We Built This City- Starships

Wind:

Jump- Van Halen

Ride Like the Wind- Christopher Cross

BONUS

Dark Link:

Black- AC/DC

Bad- Michael Jackson

[piftamere]

the eclipse

one - lonesome town (wc : 900)

Today, objectively, sucked. 

First Akaashi got dumped, no warnings, not even a fight. Just a simple “we need to talk,” followed by the most unoriginal breakup excuses, “I just want to focus on school,” “it’s not you, it’s me,” and so on. In the alley behind the store during his break, too.

Then, as if the universe was testing him, he spilled coffee on his white button-up, one his now ex-girlfriend had bought him, so maybe it was for the better. The coffee shop Suna recommended was packed, he had to shuffle through a noisy crowd and his earphones were dead. 

To top it all off, the backup shirt he borrowed from his aforementioned dark-haired coworker was cropped. He wasn’t in the mood to show his midriff on a Tuesday afternoon, or ever really. 

After what seemed like a lifetime, Akaashi dragged his feet up to the counter. A red-haired barista was sculpting something unrecognizable in the foam of a latte, while beside him, a girl was carefully decorating a cupcake, her tongue sticking out in concentration. 

It was pink and green, covered in tiny star-shaped sprinkles. Actually, now that he thought about it, the entire shop seemed to be star-themed. Even the drinks had space-related names, like “Galactic Espresso” or “Cosmic Latte.”

He watched as she cheerfully held up the cupcake in front of her coworker’s face, eyes expectant. “Tada !”

“Beautiful, Yn. Now please serve the next customer.”

She huffed, mumbling something about how he barely glanced at her new creation as she turned to face Akaashi. 

Her apron had various starry pins, and a few even adorned her hair. He caught the way her lips moved, but didn’t register a single word that came out. His brain was too fried from the shitty day he was having.

He blinked a couple of times. “Sorry ?”

She smiled brightly, not looking the least bit annoyed. “Hi ! What can I get you ?”

“Hi… huh. I don’t know.”

“You… don't know ?” She tilted her head, with a puzzled expression. “Maybe I can recommend something for you ?”

He hesitated but eventually nodded.

She studied him for a moment, and for some reason, it made him nervous. Like she’d be able to see exactly what kinda day he was having. Like she could tell he was feeling like absolute shit.

If she did, she didn’t point it out. Instead, she tapped her chin pensively, then snapped her fingers. “You look like you need something sweet. How about a Pink Stardust ?”

“A what ?”

“It’s an espresso with milk, strawberry syrup, fresh strawberry slices, and whipped cream, with stars sprinkled on top, obviously.”

Akaashi cringed on the inside but he’d already held up the line long enough, and she looked so sure of her choice that he just sighed and gave in.

As he paid, she grabbed a marker. “What’s your name ?”

“Akaashi, what’s yours ?” he asked as he saw her write his name on the plastic cup and suddenly wished to disappear in the ground.

She chuckled. “I’m Yn. You can wait over there while I make your drink, Akaashi.”

He quickly shuffled out of the way, trying not to look as awkward as he felt. A few minutes passed before she called his name, “Here you go ! Also, I love Radiohead !”

He stared at her in silent confusion until she pointed to his (well, Suna’s) shirt.

“Oh… Yeah, me too.” Akaashi chose to lie to her face instead of explaining that he was having the worst day of his life.

Her eyes lit up. “Really ? Name five songs.”

“Huh…” Akaashi froze.

She snorted. “That was a joke. Can you imagine if I was serious ?”

He exhaled a small laugh. “Right, that’d be embarrassing.”

She chuckled again, and he found himself mirroring her without thinking. “Have a nice day !”

“You too.” He gave her a half-smile, cup in hand as he walked over to a quiet corner of the shop. There was no way he was going back to work anytime soon. Suna could survive on his own. Probably.

Akaashi warily took a sip of the pinkest drink he’d seen in his life. It was sweet. Really sweet. The kind of sweet where he could feel the sugar attacking his teeth as he swallowed. 

But also, somehow, it wasn’t terrible. Actually, it was kinda good.

Sighing, he pulled out his notebook and flipped to a blank page, but his brain refused to cooperate. He just stared at the empty page, pen hovering above it uselessly.

He took another sip, shifting his grip on the cup, then paused.

Something was written just beneath his name.

“Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.”

Akaashi blinked, he glanced back towards the counter. She was busy making drinks, still smiling, still effortlessly bright. She didn’t even look in his direction, didn’t wait for a reaction. She was just… nice.

He hesitated, then ripped a corner of the blank page he’d been staring at and scribbled something, folding it up, along with the biggest tip he could afford.

As he got up to leave, he waited for a moment when she was looking away before slipping his note and money under the tip jar. Before she could turn around, he escaped through the door, his heart a bit lighter.

facts

yn can read

she's not the most efficient barista, she's too chatty

in case it's not clear the first note says "you made my day a little better with your kindness, thank you for that.”

suna and yn haven't met yet

akaashi's handling the break up well right?

suna has a video of akaashi pouring coffee all over his shirt

author's note

i'm sdgbkjsbdf!!

the eclipse - next

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[solarflaresdaddyissues]

My SAMS/LAES/EAPS HEADCANNONS

(Some of these are a bit old and have been sitting in my notes, so I may to provide some context for them. Also, yes, they’re slightly long. I know. I think about this show to much)

Sun’s eyes are damaged and his vision appears much dimmer ever since the “nightmare” with the creator, though he hasn’t told Moon because he hadn’t at first due to the suddenness and didn’t want Moon to think he was just hiding it, so he thought it was too late to tell him anyways

Nexus has an applejack plush (Bought it to match the Applejack sticker he has with Solar back when he was New Moon)

Dark Sun likes humming nursery rhymes that he still remembers from the daycare

Ruin’s arms kept their glowing function from his old body

Taurus was almost completely oblivious to Lunar and Gemini’s courtship, but when Gemini was upfront about it, he was supportive and willing to help however he could

Frank being in the new dimension was partially the reason for Eclipse’s nightmare of being stuck in Sun’s head again. After that, Francis snuck into Eclipse’s lab when he was asleep to stay near him and give him positive dreams

The Gemini twins sometimes give Lunar little space rocks as gifts

Eclipse commonly forgets he’s not a part of Moon anymore and sometimes accidentally refers to himself as “Moon” or responds to it. Early Eclipse accidentally went into Moon’s room often instead of Sun’s because he got confused when he was posing as Sun (still has the memories of being Moon)

Nexus never takes Solar’s old goggles off. In turn, Solar has a box of Nexus’s old stuff that Sun gave to him

Sun, Solar, Monty, and Earth play Dress to Impress together in their spare time

Sven made gifts for all of the Celestial family and is saving them until he can find a special occasion to give them to them all (Christmas, a birthday, etc.). He’s having trouble with the dates because of the time differences between dimensions

Nebula is a lesbian and doesn’t know it

Dazzle likes to make drawings for Sun, who’ll hang them on the fridge. One time, Sun wasn’t there and she showed it to Moon first instead. Moon loved the drawing, but instead of hanging it on the fridge, chose to take a magnet and stick it on Sun’s face as soon as Sun got home as a harmless prank

Jack really likes crows and to chase them around, but they run and fly away from him because he’s too erratic and he looks like a scarecrow

Jack was skeptical of Jack O’ Lanterns and pumpkin carving at first because he’s based off a pumpkin, but Lunar and Dazzle managed to convince him it’s fine. Dazzle and Jack tried to carve each other, though Jack chose to stalk Sun for the rest of the day since Dazzle also added Sun on hers

Eclipse is claustrophobic because of the memories of being in Sun’s head

While Earth and Eclipse were at Walmart buying their puzzle, Earth chose to show and name off all the flowers they had there to Eclipse

After the events of Earth’s BETRAYAL! in VRChat (clickbait title for anyone who didn’t yet watch it, I swear), Taurus began to become more comfortable with Earth. Earth took this opportunity to teach Taurus more of the English languages, including sign language

Dark Sun doesn’t get offended by people portraying him with a tooth gap like Sun does

Ruin likes humming or singing to himself while he works, which helps as a stress reliever or a coping mechanism. However, while working for Dark Sun and Nexus, he wasn’t been allowed to do that and was more stressed than ever, which is why he seems so much more stoic when he worked for Nâo than working for Nexus

Eclipse and Sun are both scared of the dark, but pretend not to be

Sun can’t look at flames without seeing Nexus’s death flash in front of his eyes

Sun’s fire magic acts up when he has a nightmare about Nexus and he sometimes wakes up with flames around him or his bedding burnt

The reason that Taurus was initially more mad at Lunar than Gemini when they found out about Lunar’s little deal with Rez is because Lunar’s situation almost felt like when Cetus betrayed them too, which meant reliving losing his best friend

Ruin wears silk clothes. Due to this, he’s constantly slipping off stuff when he leans against something or sits down

Sun has accidentally called Moon or any of his other brothers “bro bro” before because Nexus kept saying it in his dreams

Eclipse’s rays are damaged after his whole thing with the Thanksgiving episode (being turned into the Dorito bag. There’s no way he didn’t damage himself during that)

Sun/Sollux (from What if Moon NEVER EXISTED?! In VRChat) still watches the SAMS and misses Moon

Old Lunar drew pictures of him and Bloodmoon together. The pictures were destroyed in the explosion from Bloodmoon and Ruin Show 

Solar can sometimes catch glimpses of the dead ever since coming back from the dead himself. This is how he so easily contacted the ghost that pestered Sun and Moon

Eclipse V4 can’t remember the majority of the Eclipse and Lunar Show show, neither could V3, which is the reason he’s so different than V1 was.

Eclipse V2 still had the save files from Lunar’s alchemist game after Eclipse and Lunar Show. They were destroyed in the bunkers explosion 

Lord Eclipse and Moon both got distracted by Lord Eclipse twirling his Star around out of boredom when they first met

Eclipse and Lunar sometimes go back to rewatch Eclipse and Lunar Show episodes, separately trying to remember the good parts so they can get over their hatred of each other or thinking of what they could have done differently

The real reason that Moon is decommissioning his computer that predicts different outcomes is because of Solar catching him on that one What if him and Monty were dating video

Moon told Sun to ask Atlas was his favorite sandwich is so he could make it for him in return for getting them out of their little vacation fiasco and when Sun asked, Atlas was confused by the prospect of a sandwich. When Moon found out he’d never had one before, he made Atlas an entire stack of different kinds of sandwiches and sent them with Sun

[tsamsheadcanons]

Merry post-christmas! Not going Anon for this cos I wanna see what u say whenever u reply to it :3 (no rush at all)

Foxy Hcs! :

1 - He has chronic pain, due to how torn his old body was and due to how many times hed been broken and or was ripped apart.

2 - he loves ships in a bottle, that was one of the first Piratey things he was introduced to.

3 - His ears react like Eclipses did when he was in the furry form (old body & new body)

4 - Old foxy(the one Monty basically killed) was a very good gambler, and often found ways to cheat and or rig the game (which usually caused him to get kicked out and or get found out)

5 - Both he and fc have accidentally ate dog treats- (bacon flavored to be specific, they didnt hate them :3)

6 - he made a fox-like nest for himself in his couch in his old house, since FC had the bed :D

Eclipse hcs! :

1 - the lights in his eyes flicker when he dissociates or is panicking, moon has only noticed this.

2 - He's really good at balance and acrobatics, as he had to act as Sun for a while, iirc

3 - He has his own killcode, but doesn't realize it as it's more hidden then Moons killcode and acts differently, also since he holds a lot of resentment and anger, it makes him act irrationally a lot.

4 - he enjoys playing soothing puzzle games, or shooting/horror games, but only when he's in a certain mood for each of them.

5 - His hands and arms have dents and scratches in them, some deeper then others.

6 - he actually does have a second set of arms, he just can't pull em out so he doesn't know they exist.

I love your headcanons! Especially about Foxy because he's underrated in my opinion

[freudyou]

"Make it look like a freak lighting accident"

It’s been years since I’ve revisited Due South, but the @ds30below event sparked my interest again, and I decided to watch a few episodes with my bud @flownwrong  to celebrate. We watched three episodes that stuck in my mind the most over the years after being absent from the show for so long: Bird in the Hand, Eclipse, and The Ladies’ Man, and I found all three to be a very rewarding rewatch, even though my memory of the rest of the series is a bit hazy.

Bird in the Hand: 

When we started our mini marathon, I didn’t realize that this was the only ep of the three where Fraser’s dad plays a role, and I forgot how solid Pinsent was at pulling comic relief duty. The scene where he popped up demanding that Fraser murder Gerard immediately after Gerard was droning on about how Robert’s dogged nobility was his ultimate downfall had me rolling, as did the bit where he—probably correctly— asserted that Ray would shoot Gerard for him if Fraser really asked him to (aww). One thing in particular about his character  that struck me while watching this episode were the moments where he actually interacted with the environment around him in a way that impacted people other than Fraser by implanting the idea to retreat in McFadden’s mind and having Gerard attempt to grab his hand while dangling in the air. In my memory, it was a lot more ambiguous whether Robert was actually a spirit or a figment of Fraser’s imagination, so that ended up being kind of a fun twist for me. 

Since the other two episodes we watched were very Ray K centric, I’m glad we did one that had a focus on Fraser’s emotional state. The scene where he confronted Robert about stubbornly refusing help in life and  said “I never loved anyone as much as I love you” while Robert was still trying to find ways to derail the conversation is a fan favorite for a reason; it’s a rare, intensely vulnerable moment for Fraser and I really enjoyed the way that Paul Gross pulled back from it a little. In another show with another character, it’s easy to imagine a scene like this being a more blatant, emotional showstopper, with the neglected son saying this in a fit of tearful anger that’s meant to make his father rear back in surprise. Instead, Paul Gross delivers the line in an understated way that’s almost more like puzzled frustration, as if Fraser is trying to piece something together about himself instead, which I thought was a really nice touch to the scene that made it feel very Fraser. I also love the cunning way that Fraser brought it back around just a few minutes later by weaponizing male emotional repression in order to freak out everyone else in the room and gain the upper hand (as well as have an opportunity to annoy Ghost Dad by calling him short) while also delivering some genuine truths: Gerard really did break his heart. 

Last but certainly not least, I adore how Ray kept trying to take care of Fraser throughout the episode in his own grumpy, special way. Sure, trying to orchestrate some Fraser-on-Gerard police brutality didn’t end up being the most well received suggestion, but it’s sweet that he acted extra vengeful to make up for Fraser’s dutiful restraint. I also forgot that the “Mentally Deficient” sticker gag and the tape recorder conversation were both in this episode. The Bickering Married Couple vibes between them were always such a classic part of the show, so it was nice to see that on display. 

Bird in the Hand really held up strongly against my fond memories of it, and I was a little surprised at how easy it was to slide back into this world and be immersed in it after being away for so long. Sometimes I guess you actually can go back home again.  

[aylacavebear]

The Traveler - Chapter 3 - Earth 1997 PT 2

You're from a specific dimension, Solaris Eclipse. It was a dimension of magic. When your kind, the Eldrathiren, turned fifteen, your unique power would awaken within you. Most times, it was something small, levitation, teleportation, creation, elemental manipulation, and things like that. Once in a while, a fifteen-year-old would just disappear, and those were called Travelers. None of them had ever returned. Your parents had told you stories about them, and you hoped that wouldn't happen to you.

Please don't take my work. I'll post warnings for each chapter. Will probably be 18+ I haven't decided yet!

Word Count: 3590

Pairing Eventually Dean Winchester x OC Reader/You & Sam Winchester x OC Reader/You

Warnings: Angst, Scary Situation, Some Fluff.

----------------------------------------- Chapter 3 - Earth, 1997 Pt. 2

After the brothers left, you changed back into your original clothes, feeling better now that your tail was free again. It was strange, though, when you took off Dean’s shirt. You picked it back up and sniffed it, noticing a part of the scent that had lured you out of your village. Sadly, you still couldn’t place the exact scent.

You watched the TV again while waiting for Dean to return. The things on it were fascinating and confusing, depending on what came on or what channel you were on. You also realized that in order for you to even go out anywhere, you’d have to hide your ears and tail and not smile too much at anyone so they didn’t see your canines.

Throughout the day, you and Dean talked, about a lot. Luckily, you’d caught on to English, which made communicating easier. He’d brought back something called donuts, and you found them utterly delicious. Dean even chuckled, watching you eat several different kinds. You weren’t big on the thing called coffee, though. It was bitter, at least compared to the donuts.

That afternoon, after lunch, which had been something called a bacon cheeseburger and french fries, he left to retrieve Sammy from school. The food in this world, at least what you had tasted so far, was delicious. Dean had explained the things they hunted. He also explained how people in this world were. Unfortunately, he had to be blunt with you, explaining that because of how you looked, the whole cat ears, tail, and canines, people here would freak out, and some would want to hunt you.

You really wanted to see more of this world and experience the outside, and while Dean was gone, you began thinking of how you could do that without scaring people. Dean had made it clear that he had no clue how to help you get back to your dimension. This dimension did have magic, but it was different. Here, witches did magic, and so far, the brothers didn’t know a nice one that might help. Witches were usually something they hunted.

When the motel room door opened, only Sammy came inside, which puzzled you, ���Where is Dean?”

“Oh, he’s at the library. He didn’t want to leave you here alone,” Sammy replied, setting his backpack down.

You plopped down on the bed, sighing through your nose, “What is school like?” you asked, fairly curious.

He laughed before sitting on the opposite bed, facing you, “It’s school. Adults teach you things. You take boring tests. Kids bully other kids. Uh, they’re mean to other kids. That’s what a bully is,” he began explaining when you tilted your head slightly.

“Why are people mean to other people?” you asked, not fully understanding the concept. It wasn’t like that where you were from.

Sammy shrugged, “Some people are just mean. Dean said he hadn’t found a way to help you get home yet but that you liked all the food he brought you.”

You figured he wanted to change the topic off of school, so you went along with it. You also didn’t realize that asking a thirteen-year-old wasn’t the best way to discover why people were mean to others. “I am not sure there is a way for me to get home. A Traveler has never returned home before,” you replied, a little quieter than before, trying not to feel sad at the thought of never seeing your family again.

“You can stay with us. We can be your new family,” Sammy told you quite happily, making you chuckle a little. He was rather adorable.

“I do not know how long it will be, before I end up somewhere else,” you replied, somewhat quietly, realizing that you were actually going to miss both the brothers.

“Well then, we’ll have to have some fun while you’re here,” he said, trying to lighten both your moods.

Sammy began explaining a game called Go Fish as he pulled out what he explained was a deck of cards. It seemed like a simple game to match certain cards by asking the other player if they had a specific card. He showed you an example, and you found him adorable during his explanation. Then, the two of you played a practice game. He wanted you to understand it before he “got serious” about playing.

The first round was simple enough, and you caught on faster than Sammy thought you would. He had you laughing, you had him laughing, and the rounds were tied so far. Before he could deal the next round, Dean returned to the motel, looking somewhat discouraged.

“Hey, Dean, you want to play too?” Sammy asked, smiling as he looked over at him.

“It’s dinner time,” he replied, and you tilted your head a bit as the aroma of bacon cheeseburgers filled the motel room, making you smile.

“It is okay, Sammy, we can always play tomorrow if I am still here,” you tried to reassure him, “Plus, it was fun.”

Dean began unpacking the food he’d brought onto the table as you went over to try to help, but he didn’t let you, “You’re a guest. Just get comfy, Sweetheart,” he told you with that cute smirk that made you smile.

So, that was what you did. You went and got comfortable on the bed you’d slept in the night before, sitting cross-legged and attempting to wait patiently. Sammy went and sat at the table while Dean brought you yours and sat on the opposite bed.

While the three of you ate, he explained that he hadn’t been able to find anything about how to open a portal to another dimension. He also explained that libraries were limited on information, so that didn’t mean that there wasn’t a way, he just hadn’t found it yet.

Over the next three days, you stayed at the motel room with the brothers. Dean had even washed your original clothes for you. The whole washing machine and dryer was fascinating to you. You had barely managed to keep yourself from going out and exploring, although, you had watched things from the motel window. You had also had to borrow one of their knives to keep your claws trimmed, as they grew at a much faster rate than the brothers’ nails. Sammy had found that utterly fascinating.

The shower experience was different but quite enjoyable for you. It wasn’t like at home. If you wanted water to flow over you, you had to go to the waterfall. At home, you would sit on a small stool, wash up, rinse off, then soak in the warmed bath. 

Dean had even gone as far as getting you a pair of jeans that you could customize so they weren’t uncomfortable for your tail, and you could leave it out. He’d also gotten you what was called a tank top, which was fairly comfortable. Then he had gotten you something to sleep in that you could do the same with, along with a bag like his and his brothers to keep your belongings in. 

You’d fallen asleep fairly quickly on the fourth night, but the brothers had stayed awake.

“What happens if Dad comes back and sees her? He’s gonna freak out,” Sammy whispered, worried.

Dean groaned quietly, rubbing his face with his hand, then glanced at you as you slept, “I know. I’m gonna have to call him if she’s still here tomorrow. He’s been gone for almost a month now. He’ll probably be back any day.”

Sammy looked over at you as well, “How do we convince Dad that she’s not a monster?” he asked sadly.

“I’ll figure it out,” Dean told him.

The two hit the sack not too long after. Sleep found Sammy quickly, but Dean was kept awake with his thoughts, knowing this would not be easy.

Dean’s POV

Dean woke with a start just after five the following morning. Then, he jumped out of bed and grabbed his jacket before going outside. “Dad, there’s something I need to tell you before you go in there,” he said quickly, now standing near the driver’s side door.

“Dean, I’m tired. I just want to relax for a minute before we head out,” John told him.

Dean took a deep breath. There were a lot of scenarios that had played out in his mind as to how this was going to go, and none of them were looking good, “Dad, please.”

“Damnit Dean. Fine. What?” he snapped, and Dean swallowed hard.

“We found, a uh, a girl. She’s pretty lost and confused. We did all the tests. She’s not a monster, so we were trying to help her,” Dean stated quickly. Yeah, he’d omitted a few little details but hoped he could work up to those.

“So why don’t you want me to go inside?” John asked, and Dean could tell he was quickly losing his patience.

“Well, she, uh, she isn’t human, but she’s not a monster,” he answered.

John moved far too fast for Dean to think. He was inside the motel, Dean quickly on his heels. Dean had barely managed to close the door behind him. John stopped dead in his tracks, seeing you sleeping in the bed, your ears twitching slightly at the sounds. 

“What the hell is she?” John practically demanded through a clenched jaw, his hand on his gun.

You stirred at the new voice in the room, slowly opening your eyes. Seeing the older man now standing at the side of your bed instantly freaked you out, and you moved to the far side of the bed, debating the corner of the room.

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s just my dad,” Dean quickly told you, moving toward the other side of the bed, but John stopped him.

“What. Is. She?” he asked again, enunciating each word, just as stern as before, only now, he had drawn his gun and aiming it at you.

You knew what was in his hand and the damage it could do. Your eyes widened. Slowly, you slid off the bed toward the corner of the motel room, staying as low to the ground as you could, terrified.

Dean sighed, “She’s an Eldrathiren, and she’s from another dimension.”

John looked over at his son in disbelief, “And you just let her in the motel room?!” You heard a click from the gun, and you knew that meant all he had to do now was pull the trigger.

“She’s not a monster,” Sammy said confidently, awake now due to the commotion in the room.

John’s eyes were back on you, ignoring his youngest son, but his hand was no longer on Dean. Dean was torn between listening to and obeying his father or standing between you and the gun. He took a shaky breath and chose to defy his father and stand between you and the gun his father was pointing at you.

“Dad, please, let us explain,” Dean began, holding his hands up in front of him. He used as calm a tone as he could manage, praying his father would listen to reason.

“She’s only fifteen, don’t hurt her,” Sammy stated, standing beside his brother.

John rolled his eyes, “What the hell has gotten into the two of you?! Move!” “I’m sorry, I’ll leave,” you said meekly from behind the brothers, still crouched in the corner. 

You speaking threw John off, especially with the amount of fear in your voice. He sighed and uncocked his gun before sliding it back into his waistband. “Dean, make some coffee. Sammy, start packing everything. You, I want to talk to you,” John barked orders, and he didn’t sound in the mood to be argued with.

Dean clenched his jaw but didn’t argue, “Yes, Sir.”

Sammy said nothing and did as he was told while John went and sat at the table, motioning for you to follow him. You did but were very cautious as you sat down across from him. Dean kept an eye on you as he began a pot of coffee, worried about what his father might do.

“Now, mind explaining how you managed to get both my boys to go against everything I’ve ever taught them about hunting?” he asked you, fairly annoyed.

Your POV

This wasn’t something you’d prepared yourself for, getting woken up to an adult and then having a gun pointed at you. You also hadn’t anticipated both brothers attempting to protect you from their father, no less. You explained to John what had happened to you since the day of your birthday, what a Traveler was, at least what you knew about them, and then about how Sammy had found you the day you showed up and tried to help you.

It was hard to tell how he felt or what he was thinking. Dean had gotten his father a cup of coffee and also had one himself. He was leaning on the counter, just listening. Sammy had finished packing their things up and loaded them in the car outside, which you still hadn’t seen. John was clearly thinking.

The sun was now up, its rays shining through the thin, closed curtains of the motel room. John was sipping his second cup of coffee. He still hadn’t said anything, and you were trying not to fidget with the hem of your shirt although you were looking down at the table.

“Dad-,” Sammy began quietly, but John just held up a hand in his direction, effectively silencing him.

Dean was still leaning against the counter, his arms crossed, just watching his father and you. The silence was getting not only you but also the brothers. John was glancing at you occasionally, more at your ears than anything. They had drooped some, as they did when you were worried or sad.

It wasn’t until he finished his coffee that he finally said something, “We’ll take her with us, for now.”

Both the brothers seemed relieved, but you weren’t sure how to feel. At least you wouldn’t be alone in this strange place, but John seemed like an angry, strict adult, and not even his boys would argue with him.

“Let’s go,” John told you and his sons, standing from his seat and heading for the door.

You glanced over at Dean, and he nodded, so you, too, got up and headed outside. The sounds didn’t bother you like the day you’d arrived, having had time to adjust to them. Dean opened the back door of the car that John had gone to. Sammy had already gotten in, sitting behind his father.

“It’s okay. It won’t hurt you, and it’ll be okay,” Dean told you quietly. “Thanks,” you replied just as quietly, sliding into the back seat. 

Dean sat in the front seat in front of you. Sammy reached over and set the beanie in your lap so you could cover your ears, and you gave him a thankful smile before doing so. You’d wanted to go outside the second day you’d arrived but had listened to Dean and stayed indoors. Now, you watched as the world outside passed by while John drove to wherever he was going.

You were in complete awe, looking out the windows during the entire drive. Sometimes, there would be music on and other times, it would be quiet. John barely said anything, so both brothers stayed quiet. John mostly took backroads but stopped for food and gas a few different times. 

When he finally parked in front of a two-story house, Dean asked, “What are we doing at Bobby’s?”

“It’s too dangerous to take her with us,” John said flatly, “I called him before you three made it out to the car. He knows, and he’s okay with her staying here.”

You looked between the two of them in the front seat but said nothing as your heart began to race. Dean got out and opened your door while Sammy grabbed your bag out of the truck. He looked so sad as he handed it to you, and then you followed the brothers and John to the front door.

A man near John’s age opened the door after John knocked, “John, boys.”

“Bobby,” John replied.

The man you realized was Bobby held the door open as you followed the three inside.

“I’m sorry I’m so much trouble,” you told the adults quietly.

Bobby sighed as he looked you over, “You need help. We’ll see what we can find.”

“Boys, grab your bags. We’ll be staying a couple days to help Bobby go through his books,” John told them again in that stern voice. 

You wondered if that was just the way his voice was and how he always spoke, but you weren’t about to ask either. Bobby’s place looked nice, although fairly cluttered with a lot of books. You may have been able to speak English, but you still didn’t know how to read it. 

“Come on, kid, I’ll show you where you can sleep while you’re here,” Bobby told you, and he didn’t seem frustrated at you.

“Thank you,” you replied, still a bit quietly, but you also gave him a small smile.

For the next three days, the four of them poured through books. The brothers and their father slept in Bobby’s living room. Bobby was kind, although he was still surprised to see your ears and tail. You were a creature none of them had encountered before. Bobby and Dean took turns cooking. Or, someone would order food and have it delivered. 

You’d been contemplating why you hadn’t ended up in another dimension yet, although you knew very little about Travelers and how things worked. Plus, so far, not one of Bobby’s books even talked about your kind, let alone a Traveler. Even the morning the brothers and their dad got ready to head out, you wanted to go with them. You weren’t sure why, you just did. Saying goodbye to the two of them was hard, and for a moment, you thought you saw something in Dean’s eyes when he looked at you. It was just before he quickly turned from you and got in his Dad’s car, Sammy already in the back and John in the driver’s seat.

“I’m gonna miss them,” you said quietly before Bobby put his arm around your shoulders.

“I know, kid. They’ll be back one day,” Bobby tried to reassure you.

“But will I still be here?” you asked rhetorically, although quietly. It felt like a piece of you was missing now, but had no clue why. “I’m gonna go to my room for a bit.”

There were still so many things you didn’t understand about being a Traveler, and this dimension had held no answers so far. You hadn’t even realized that that scent you’d followed on your birthday hadn’t even been around. As you sat on your bed, things your parents had told you played through your mind.

Travelers are different, Y/N. Their powers are typically based on where they go. All we can tell you are the rumors from a long, long time ago—stories that have been passed down. In the stories, a Traveler has a soul that needs to find something or someone. That is what makes them disappear from here and travel dimensions until they find whatever it is they are looking for or need to find.  So far, at least in the last few centuries, a Traveler has never returned. Dimensions work in weird ways. There could be numerous dimensions of just our world, not to mention all the other ones that are out there. As per the stories, a Traveler stops aging at twenty-five until they find what their soul is searching for, but no one knows for sure.  The chances of you being a Traveler are very slim. According to the stories, it only happens along certain bloodlines, and so far, no one in our bloodline has ever been a Traveler. So, your Dad and I don’t want you to worry about that. You’ll probably get a power similar to what the two of us can do or something close to one in our bloodline.

A knock on your door pulled you from your thoughts, “Y/N, you want something to eat?” Bobby asked through the closed door.

You sighed, “Sure.”

The moment you opened the door though, you caught a whiff of that scent again, and you froze. You weren’t ready to leave this dimension.

“What’s wrong?” he asked you, seeing your reaction.

“The scent, it’s… back,” you answered, staring at nothing in particular but worried you’d just disappear.

Without thinking twice, you grabbed your bag off the end of the bed. If you were going to get dragged somewhere else, you at least wanted to have that with you. So far, the last two times you ended up in a different dimension, you’d walked through two objects. In your world, there were two mushrooms near the border of your village. In the last world, it had been two trees. Here, you had no idea what it would be, and the doorway of your room could have easily been what would take you somewhere else.

“Well, come try to eat something,” Bobby told you before heading back to the kitchen, leaving your door open.

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes as you walked through the doorway of your room. Everything changed around you as you felt a warm breeze blow through your hair.

----------------------------------------- Chapter 4 - Twilight Veil

Link to the series Masterlist.

A/N: If you'd like to get in on the Dimensional Traveling, go to this link and leave me with a comment, or several, with as much or as little detail about the dimension you'd like the Traveler to end up in. If you'd like to have something specific happen, share that too. I'll make sure that you get credit for the idea you shared in the chapter in which your dimension is featured. I'd love to have as many readers involved as possible. I think this could be a lot of fun.

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[maudiemoods]

Questions sddsdd for stardust :D

How old do they usually live to be? Do they even really measure time since space is wacky?

What do they do for fun?

Are there any animals on the planet? Ooh also what does the planet look like/how does it work?

Do sun and moon have more things to wear than just black?

So it seems like they know to avoid the earth, but why? And how did they find out in the first place?

What happens if one eats a lot of them? Like more than eclipse a lot.

....What would happen to a human if for whatever reason they did that?

What are sun and moon trying to do?

I think I found the ask!! Yay!!

1! How old do they usually live to be? I haven't put much thought into it really! I think on their home planet, they'd live to around 100-150ish? They do age I just haven't shown that in any ocs but I have this elder lady I've been thinking about and she's pretty old! I'll have to actually draw her sjndjw

2! What do they do for fun? They create! Their species is very big on arts and crafts!! But that also includes creating and improving tech, making music, designing and a lot more!! They tend to really enjoy puzzles and challenges! They also like to explore and document!

3! Are there any animals on their planet? Yes! I really need to work on what their homeworld is like! I have a basic idea for it but now I'm not sure how I like it! They definitely have pets and livestock though! Most are primarily vegetarian so there isn't much livestock though! They do harvest bugs though!! They really like eating bugs!

4! What does the planet look like? Hmm not sure! Originally their world was covered in mountains and they lived in giant cave systems! They have domes breaching the surface but they typically stay underground! Their planet is huge in intergalactic trade so there'd be big cities with giant landing docks for ships! But I'm kinda more into a solar punk vibe? Super high tech and cool machines but still super naturey and cozy! I'd like to think they have a flourishing ecosystem on their planet!

5! Do sun and moon have more things to wear other than black? Yeah! They have tons of casual wear! Moon has a lot of flashy fashion stuff while sun is a little bit more minimalistic with the exception of a few outfits! They just wear their plain clothes all the time because they're kinda sad and depressed and don't have the energy to put work into dressing y'know? But that changes eventually!

6! Why do they avoid earth? Mostly because there's nothing around earth! There's really no reason to be close other than to observe! Also, earth is monitored so no aliens intervene with earth's development. It's poorly monitored though! Observation devices are pretty outdated and the monitors are hardly ever watched!

7! How did they find the place? They were kinda just drifting aimlessly and found themselves in the area! Their ship can turn plant matter into fuel so they had planned on just taking some dead leaves and getting out of there fast. Ha didn't happen like that

8! What happens if one eats a lot of cores? They blow up!! Kinda! It varies between beings but they get more and more mentally unstable and their body starts to get deformed! Some experience voices that drive them crazy, while some experience many phantom limbs! If they consume too much, the energy of the core becomes too much for them and they implode before exploding! The energy of this death can create wrapped areas of space! And places with high energy that can damage tech and equipment! Overall, it'll usually kill them!

9! What would happen to a human that ate a core? They'd die! Pretty painfully too! Those of warmer colors have very hot cores, so the human would burn and boil from the inside out! Those with cooler colors have freezing cores! So a human would freeze from the inside out! Neutral colored beings have a core temp in-between! Their core would cause a human to have such a terrible heart attack, they would die! They'd get all jittery and basically have a huge panic attack before dropping dead!

10! What are sun and moon trying to do? Hmmmmm I have some ideas but I want to explore them a little before I talk about them :D!!! But mostly, they want normality and comfortability! They want to heal and be happy again!

[bluemoon1331]

Hey! Reading One Lost Star and found myself intrested in Nova (obsessed villains are my catnip haha). If Nova had won and gotten everything he wanted how would that bad end look like?

Oh, interesting concept! I doubt it would have lasted because Y/N is Y/N, but for the sake of the idea, we'll ignore that, lol

For Nova's ideal ending, his first goal would've remained the same, tying Y/N to him by making them his demigod. This definitely would've happened if Ballora never showed up during the rescue mission.

From there, things would have spiraled. Nova would have locked away Moon to prevent him from getting in his way again as the god closest to him in power (plus, as mentioned, he still has some care for his siblings so he would have a desire to keep him close).

The fate of the rest of the party is a bit more cut and dry. Because of the deal you made to become his demigod, he can't really hurt them on purpose, but he makes it quite clear that he has no qualms defending himself or you if they should attempt another rescue. They would've been forced to retreat to Pharos and lick their wounds, though your grandparents would've argued to stay with you, annoying Nova. You plead to allow it for their safety when you see his temper flaring, knowing they were too stubborn to give up, and he ends up caving (he is a sucker for hearing you beg coughcough), shoving them in with Moon.

With that settled, Nova would enjoy every single second of his time with you, keeping you close, refusing to let you out of his sight, especially after the whole Monty incident.

Of course, the subject of Springtrap would've reared its ugly head eventually, and Nova would gladly have gone out to deal with him. For as apprehensive as you are to be with him, well aware Sun must be suffering inside, and Nova's rather jealous nature, you would gladly fill him in on where to look for Springtrap's HQ. The solar boy would have immediately razed the place to the ground before anyone had a chance to realize he was there, resulting in Vanessa and Scraps' deaths.

Springtrap would have gone into hiding as a result, furious at this loss, scheming to find a work around for Nova, whom had proved far more cunning and intelligent than the shadow god predicted (idiot still has no idea Nova was awake long before he cast the spell that switched him and Sun lol, get ratioed by the lost knowledge you're supposed to be in charge of bitch).

Well aware Springtrap wouldn't give up that easily, Nova's main goal would have shifted to dealing with him. You would end up accompanying him on excursions to hunt the mad god, which would've, ironically, been when you and Nova had your most docile interactions, the sun god more focused on obliterating Springtrap than making out with you (a very difficult concept for him considering just how down bad he is).

This would be when he also found out about Eclipse, which would be a big trigger for his temper. Your days at the temple would put you more and more on edge, Nova's frustration over not being able to find the rabbit and retrieve the last piece of his familial puzzle building to dangerous levels. In the rare moments you are allowed to see Moon and your grandparents (another thing you had to beg for, especially over Nova waiting outside), they offer you as much comfort as they can, while you are struggling to hold it together. The link you now hold to the sun god does not help, sometimes almost painful with how bright it burns, and the internal conflict you can feel happening between Sun and Nova.

Eventually, this would devolve into a final clash between the three parties, Springtrap gunning for you, well aware you're the only thing that could allow him to regain any sense of control over Nova and the others, while the gods on Pharos would've been watching and waiting for their moment to save you and the others from Nova. Meanwhile, Eclipse would've suffered tenfold, since he was the only thing Springtrap had to occupy himself with. Eclipse likely would've become a bargaining chip during the confrontation, pissing off everybody, yourself included.

Not too sure of what the result would be, only that Springtrap def would have died, and Nova would likely have ended up breaking his part of the deal, summoning the not-so-fun backlash of breaking a godly pact. I'm thinking it would have ended in an Uno reverse, oH nO nOt ThE cOnSeQuEnCeS oF mY aCtIoNs type thing where they would've had to contain Nova until they could figure out how to regain Sun. Getting him to give up control like your previous life said is a MUCH bigger battle in this timeline, especially with Ballora not wanting anything to do with them anymore after Nova killed her daughter, deranged as Scrap might have been. She would've actually ended up leaving the group after Springtrap's defeat.

This end would assuredly be a lot more bittersweet. Freeing Eclipse from the pocket dimension would be incredibly dangerous, whatever spells Springtrap performed threatening to break should Eclipse's chains be removed. You would be able to get him back, like in the original ending, but he would be pretty much stuck without both Sun and Moon's help to contain the black hole. Nova is not budging, of course, and you can't exactly let him loose to assist, even in a weakened state. You visit Eclipse every day, though he is a lot more traumatized than before, jumping at every shadow, as if still expecting Springtrap to pop out and kill another illusion of you.

Freddy is left with picking up the pieces of his pantheon and the world, the planet still locked in place by Nova's refusal to withdraw the sun. Foxy and Moon would do what they could on the other half of the planet that's still ice, but melting it all into a new ocean would likely result in its evaporation, killing Foxy, so they are made to deal with the fact new life will not be a possibility for a long, long time. Monty assists as well, cooling the worst of the active volcanoes and their land, but there is little to be done about the blazing ball above scorching the surface. Of course, there is also the fact nobody has a clue where Golden is in all this, the last they heard of him being his hibernation.

Anyway, uh, this turned into a bit of a ramble, really got my imagination going I guess lmao. Whether or not they are able to right things is up for interpretation, the reader is immortal and still tied to Nova at this point (breaking the deal didn't change that, unfortunately), so there's that. Marionette and the twins might have stepped in at some point to at least fill them in about the Golden situation (though going into the shadow realm to retrieve him would be a whole other battle), but they're still not exactly able to interfere much, even if they hate this particular timeline to their cores. Nova would definitely continue to obsess over you and potentially play along if it meant having more you time. You do enter the sun god's head more than once and reunite with Sun, but it does little good, even in Nova's weakened state Sun is unable to wrestle back control by force. Whether or not you would've become a full blown god is also up for you to decide, as that would hinge on a successful rescue and revival of Golden. But yeah, just some thoughts.

[sigery]

Now that chaos has found out about Black Star how would the other stink of him. He's still quite bratty in person. A good old eclipse. But he's taking on a couple of other traits. One of those being manning the channel.

I'm pretty sure that is supposed to be "how the others think of him" but the idea of Chaos slobbering all over Black Star so he stinks of Chaos amuses me greatly

Most of the family probably won't be too interested in him; he is kind of boring. People most likely to be interested would be Envy, Glitter, and Pride.

Envy because he's another eclipse with a similar origin story but also in a very different mindset to his own. A lot of eclipses Envy never meets because they are dead. He knows a couple lords, but they are 'good' like him. or are a broken servant. There's some back ups out there, some better some worse. There are some completely different eclipses (like Angel or Puppy). Really I guess it's kind of a what if for him to understand.

Glitter never had a eclipse and is still new to the multiverse. Most eclipses are either too busy or dangerous for him to talk to. So this is kind of a chance for him. And this is also a excuse to hang out and bond with Blue Moon sometimes. (okay I just want my pastel sun to hang out by Black Star so if I have to push it a bit, I will)

Pride will never admit it, but in retrospect, he kind of misses the rivalry he had with Envy. Obviously the emotional distress was not fun, but the snark and puzzles were. He doesn't want to change the dynamic he has with Envy though, so Black Star will serve as a substitute. Plus he needs to know what kind of controllers and other gaming stuff he needs to get for Blue Moon.

[thetinyboio]

Welcome Home [Cult of The Lamb A.u]

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Prologue [Part 1][Part 2][Part 3][Part 4][Part 5] TW: Medical related talk minor though

Poppy raised her feather as if ready to argue but decided against it, not wanting to create more tension.

"Alright," she conceded, "just make sure he stays calm if he wakes up too soon again. He may need a revision."

With that, Poppy made her way to the nurse's station to gather more information about the medications everyone would require for the evening. Barnaby, still seated with his arms crossed in the corner, maintained his vigilant watch over the sleeping Wally and Thoth. Thoth’s gaze shifting awkwardly to the bedding, seemed uncertain in the silence.

Barnaby, attempting to break the ice and ease Thoth's unease, finally spoke up. 

"Aye, kid. I'm not gonna bite. So just relax, okay?" He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "You like jokes?"

Thoth gave a small, hesitant nod.

Barnaby grinned, his nubby tail giving a playful wag.

 "If April showers bring May flowers, what do May flowers bring?" He paused, awaiting Thoth's response, but they shrugged in confusion.

"Pilgrims," Barnaby answered with a chuckle.

Thoth, still slightly perplexed, managed a small smile.

Barnaby continued his efforts to lighten the mood. "Oh! What did Baby Corn say to Mama Corn? Where's Popcorn?" He looked at Thoth, hoping for even a slight chuckle.

Thoth replied with a puzzled, "I'm sorry?"

Barnaby persisted, "Aw, come on, kid. Not even a fake laugh?"

Thoth finally caught on, he was trying to make them laugh. Barnaby posed another joke. "Mmm… How does the moon cut his hair?"

Thoth played along, asking, "How?"

Barnaby grinned triumphantly, "Eclipse it."

Thoth tilted their head in understanding and smiled a little, finally getting the joke. Barnaby let out a small laugh of relief.

 "Oh, thank goodness. You do have a sense of humor… well… ain't no medicine better than the healing power of laughter." 

He sighed, glancing over at Wally. "Oh, little buddy… what a mess, pal…"

Thoth, their expression softened with sympathy, looked between Barnaby and Wally. "How close are you two?" They inquired, their curiosity and concern evident in their eyes. "We've been knowing each other since we was in grade school, practically brothers sometimes," Barnaby reflected, his eyes drifting down to Wally before returning to Thoth. "I wish I knew who he was looking for; maybe I could have helped find them..."

Thoth listened intently, their curiosity piqued by the depth of the bond between Barnaby and Wally.

"Oh, I see..." Thoth responded, their tone tinged with a hint of melancholy. "I don't think I had a friend like that... He's really lucky to have people such as yourself and Miss Poppy to care about him..." They fidgeted with their bandages, lost in thought. "Where I come from... the only person that cared about me was my mother..."

Barnaby's eyes softened, and he offered a sympathetic nod. "Your mother sounds like a real sweet lady. I hope to meet her someday. Gotta know who raised such a smart and wise little guy!" He smiled, a touch oblivious to the somewhat somber tone of their conversation.

Thoth let out a sound that was somewhere between a laugh and a sad sigh, their gaze fixed on Wally.

"I think that would be the first positive thing my mother would have ever heard about me," they admitted. "I've always been told I daydream too much or don't pay enough attention, that I come off as ignorant..."

As the room settled into a brief silence, both Barnaby and Thoth found themselves contemplating the complexities of their pasts and the unique connections they had formed with Wally, their dear friend whose quest remained shrouded in mystery.

"Well, whoever says that is dead wrong," Barnaby insisted, his frown conveying his sincerity. "I think you've got a good head on your shoulders! Better than most I've seen out and about sometimes."

Thoth's smile grew slightly at the compliment, appreciating the encouragement. "You're very kind," they replied. "But just to be fair, I think if I was a bit smarter, I probably wouldn't be where I am now."

Thoth's thoughts turned inward, dwelling on past regrets. "Maybe if I would have said something... they wouldn't have taken her." They sighed, fidgeting with their itchy bandages. The itching only seemed to exacerbate their frustration. "At least when you wake up next, you'll have others waiting for you..." Thoth couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy toward Wally's circumstances.

Barnaby, noticing Thoth's discomfort, tried to offer a solution. "Well, maybe, but you're here now," he pointed out optimistically. He shifted his chair so he was positioned between Wally and Thoth. "Best to make the most of it, ya know... Oh, hey, want me to see if Poppy can get something for that itch? Hate to see them have to cone ya; I've had to have that too many times when I get into a little too much trouble."

Thoth chuckled lightly, appreciating Barnaby's concern. "Yeah... sorry, guess I burned my paws really badly..." They sighed, their mind wandering to the uncertain future. "At least when you wake up next, you'll have others waiting for you..." Thoth couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy toward Wally's circumstances.

Barnaby pondered Thoth's predicament for a moment before offering a solution. "Hmm, well, not that comes to mind, but I don't think you should worry about that after such an accident," he suggested. "But let me make some calls; I might be able to set you up someplace! Worst comes to worst, I've got an extra room; you can stay there till you get on your paws! Don't stress yourself over it, okay?"

Poppy's gentle interruption broke the reverie of Barnaby and Thoth, her presence a welcome one as she returned with the evening medications.

"Sorry to intrude again, but I have your meds!" she announced, placing a small cup of water and the necessary medicines next to Thoth, giving them time to take it when they were ready. She then efficiently replaced one of Wally's IV bags and disposed of the old, empty one.

She turned to address Barnaby with a hint of reluctance. "I do also hate to say this, Barnaby, but at 10, you'll have to go home, visiting hours are over by then. But I did okay it with the staff for you to come in with me tomorrow to check up on them."

As the medication began to take effect, Thoth's anxiety slowly dulled, and exhaustion overcame them. The room around them started to blur, and the bickering between Barnaby and Poppy became distant and dreamlike. In the hazy realm between wakefulness and slumber, Thoth was aware of their surroundings but felt detached from reality.

They listened to the back-and-forth between Barnaby and Poppy, the two friends bantering about Barnaby's insistence on staying by Wally's side. The sound of Poppy shooing Barnaby out of the room drifted into Thoth's ears.

Thoth's thoughts swirled, a mix of drowsy confusion and the effort to be polite. "...Oh? They're leaving? ...It was nice meeting you..." They mumbled silently in their mind as they succumbed to the medication's effects, descending into deeper unconsciousness.

In this dreamlike state, Thoth's mind played tricks on them, conjuring odd shapes and colors that danced before their closed eyelids. Amid the swirling patterns, a distant voice echoed—an all-too-familiar voice, that of their mother.

"Stop daydreaming, Thoth. You'll get yourself in trouble," the voice chided, a reproach echoing from the depths of memory.

Thoth's dreamscape shifted, Their ears perk up hearing the strange voice once more.

"Nice to meet you three properly!" the figure greeted, its voice echoing mysteriously in the dreamlike void. Thoth looked around but found no one else in this peculiar dreamscape. The unsettling encounter left them with more questions than answers, as the enigmatic presence lingered in the depths of their unconscious mind.

Thoth's heart raced as they tried to make sense of the surreal encounter. The towering figure before them, with its window-like eyes and long wild red hair and humanoid features, sent shivers down their spine. They stammered in confusion and fear, their voice trembling.

"Three?... W-who?... What… What is this?... Where's Miss. Poppy? Where am I?" Thoth's wide-eyed gaze scanned the endless darkness that surrounded them, a sense of disorientation taking hold. The echoing clunking of metal chains only added to their anxiety, reminiscent of the haunting nights in their previous cell.

The enigmatic figure responded, its words echoing through Thoth's dreamlike state. "Fear not, you are still in that world with the sweet bird and the large dog," it reassured them, its tone strangely calm despite its imposing appearance. "I have just projected myself into your mind while you sleep. My name, I've long since forgotten, as I've been imprisoned for so long. But you may have heard of me as 'The One Who Waits So Below.'"

The figure, seeing Thoth's unease, made a gesture of goodwill by shrinking its projected form to a more manageable size. It extended a hand toward Thoth, its intentions unclear yet seemingly welcoming.

"Pleased to finally meet you," it offered, its voice holding a hint of curiosity and anticipation.

Thoth, though still gripped by fear and confusion, stared at the large figur’s hand, unsure of the true nature of this strange being and the implications of this mysterious encounter.

[maguro13-2]

Darkness Reborn ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Final Chapter Pt. 5 ~

*Keyboard Typing*

Cid : Come on, you piece of junk! Don't go ballistic on me, you piece of crap! This has gotta be the database the Time Eater has left something from Soul World. Now we can finally live up to this Soul Eater garbage and give the real world a piece of their mind. I can't wait to see the secrets of going behind the scenes of the manga itself.

Aerith : Whatever there is, there's plenty of database within computer memory space. I'm sure anyone will might know that this Shinigami had to cover up a few secrets.

Cid : You sure know how to feel like a genius that knows about computers and data, but I wouldn't mindly recommend Merlin of calling myself a smart ass.

Merlin : Language!

Cid : Sorry!

Sora : So, Tron. Did you find anything the Kusakabe database?

Tron (as the computer) : Hmm, I did find any database within the Kusakabe's data, but I believe that there are no evidence of Shinra's involvement with the Heartlesses. It's what the Time Eater has left something for after it destroyed the Ohkuboverse in half, only to make sure that Shinra died and one person that was executed, Shinra and his beloved Iris died before the last one was executed and has recorded some footage about a pink-haired witch who was a chained to a chair during the execution video. The men of his influence does like to keep truth out of the public eye and the witches their selves.

Sora : So who was the witch from the Ohkuboverse that the time Eater executed?

*SA2 SFX : ALARM BLARING*

[Black Noise (Space Colony ARK ver.) - Kenichi Tokoi]

Sora : Hey, what's happening?!

Cid : What the hell's going on?! What's happening?! What's all this?!

Squall : Sora! I just found out that something must've happened from the Space Colony ARK! The computer in the Central Control room, has been activated by the seven items.

Sora : How did you know that seven items have activated the control room? What are those items that Sonic was talking about? Is it the seven lights or, the seven dwarfs, I wonder what were those seven items? *DING!* Of course, the Chaos Emeralds! Some "one" or Some "thing" managed to use the Chaos Emeralds to activate the machine in the ARK's Central Control, where a mass weapon of destruction that is capable of destroying a planet. Codename : Eclipse Cannon!

Cid : Excellent idea, Genius! Why would some "one" or some "thing" used a bunch of jewels to activate the machine and caused a virus to make the data go haywire!? Maybe I bet it's the DWMA'S fault that is causing their problems on us! Tch! The bastards and their stinkin' weapons can all just suck my nuts and see if they like it.

Tron : (yelling in pain)

Sora : Tron! Tron! What's wrong?! Are you okay!

Tron : HRRRRGHHH!!! THE...THE EVIDENCE! I FOUND THE EVIDENCE! It's the footage that I found within the Kusakabe database, this is what made the heroes and villains of Soul World , I meant the humans and witches hating each other! It's this! (Shows the same of footage Inca chained to a chair) I found that the remaining survivors of the Ohkuboverse's attack, it's the pink-haired witch that originated the Majo Order in Soul World!

Cid : Well, I'll be a son of a gun. If it ain't the ancestor of Kimial Diehl, Inca Kasugatani. AKA the true mother of all witches that ruled over witchkind. But is still a thrill-seeking nutcase to Shinra after his 1000 years of death.

Sora : Now I that I officially explained to everything. I'm beginning to think that Kimial Diehl has a long lost relative and she's actually a descendant to the Japanese. Now I'm getting to the point of these plot twists that solves a great mystery and puzzles to figure it out. Smart move for a detective like her. Now I understand why the witches of Soul Eater existed in the first place. The Time Eater was using a copied footage of Gerald's Execution, and for that safety measures, it really is up to something that no one has ever done it along time, If Kimial Diehl was really a witch that was orginated from pink-haired japanese clutz who is a seeker of thrills and violence. I don't know why she went crazy just for Shinra.

*RUMBLING*

Cid : Oh, EFFING SON OF B*TCH! NOW WHAT THE HELL'S GOING ON!?!

Sora : Guys! Look! It's the footage! It's making a broadcast that will spread across the globe! I think this must've been the Time Eater's doing!

[Madness - Kenichi Tokoi]

Cid : That crazy bastard...

[People mumbling]

Inca Kasugatani (seen from Footage) : Shinra-Kun, my dear. I am giving you this message to all of Real World AU. Listen to my voice carefully. I am giving Real World AU a warning that this will be their death sentence to every heartlesses that have scattered around the planet. So if my theories and caculations are correct, the Ohkuboverse will shatter the Real World in about 1000 years from the Ohkuboverse before the Time Eater destroys it all! You hear me, Shinra-kun? Both you and your foolish family will pay for your transgressions and your influece shall be vanished and destroyed in Real World AU, along with their great planet earth!

Shinra (Devil Chaos Chao) : No way...Inca. You're finally here to see me again.

Inca Kasugatani (Broadcasting) : I'll be waiting for you to see me again, Shinra-Kun. Don't forget about the platonic love we've created. Just hope that I wish that we could've find a different way for us to handle the pain and suffering that we did.

Shinra (Devil Chaos Chao) : No...Inca...It can't be...Inca, what happened to you? Why were you chained up? I'm sorry that even if you failed, I...I still had my chance of you making me chase after you! If I only wanted to save you, I could've saved both you and Iris. I tried...I tried! We all died...We all died and had our 1000 years of death, all because of you! (looks up into the sky, screams in rage) INCAAAAAAA!!!

*DBZ SFX : POWERING UP+RUMBLING*

"Shinra-Kun. At long last, I can finally hear your voice once more."

" I'm finally glad that you finally remembered me, the world you created shall cease into nothingness or end in Total darkness."

"Whatever fate shall holds, You will never forget me and I'll be there by your side."

"I gave my promise to you, Shinra."

"That is what I wished for."

Inca Kasugatani : Gomenne...Shinra-kun.

*TV BUZZING*

~ Eighty-First Scene : Love of a Witch ~

[rattlyglitch1]

The Menacing Ruined Eclipse pt2

(There may be possible spelling mistakes since I haven't been able to grammer check be warned. This was a request made by AstroFair on ao3)

The sound of metal being dragged had stopped coming from Solar’s side of the phone. “I don’t understand how you could possibly want me to help you Sun. I’m not near the plex much less the daycare.” Sun nodded in understanding. “I know but if by time you get back if I haven’t found him or you for some reason find him, please call me.”

Sun began to look around again before Solar responded. “Ok. I'll call you if I find out anything. What should I do if I find him though? I mean do you want me to bring him back to the daycare? Or just leave him where he is?” Sun thought for a moment. “Bring him back to the daycare but please don’t scare him and don’t tackle him when you find him.

Puzzle doesn’t like being stuck underneath anything or scared. I think maybe one of the places he was staying beforehand might have collapsed on him or he just has a general fear of small spaces that he can’t get out of. As long as you hold his hand a you bring him back to the daycare he won’t try to escape because you technically ‘caught him’ then.” Solar seemed to be thinking over what Sun said before replying. “I understand Sun. See you and the others in a moment.”

Sun looked to see if Moon had answered, and he had. “How much did you hear Moon?” Sun asked. Moon chuckled. “I heard everything from the part where you were worried about him being in the plex. Have I ever told you that you act like a parent sometimes?” Sun rolled his eyes. “Probably either way if you know everything, I just said then just make sure that you also tell me if you find out where Puzzle is. He didn’t pass by where Monty and I are though.

So maybe you could try looking for him where Earth and Lunar are? For all we know Puzzle could have gone there and decided it would be a good place to hide.” Sun smiled when Moon mentioned that. He hadn’t considered that Puzzle could have gone to see Earth and Lunar. He didn’t really interact with the two much, but it could be possible that he was trying. “Great idea I’ll check there. Thanks Moon.” Sun hung up and headed towards Lunar and Earths room once he entered, he saw Earth and Lunar with Puzzle playing Uno.

Puzzle was the first to notice Sun and waved to him. “You found me. You found me. Yay. Yay. Now it’s time for me to run again and you to chase” Sun chuckled nervously at Puzzle’s reaction while Earth and Lunar seemed confused. Earth gently but quickly took Puzzle’s hand. “How about instead of running you talk with Sun about the reason for making a mess in the daycare like you told me and Lunar hmm?”

Puzzle looked at earth. He seemed slightly disappointed at the idea of telling Sun but didn’t seem completely against it. “Fine Fine I’ll tell br- the Sun why I made him chase me as I caused a ruckus but he has to promise not to get mad or tell the Moon. I don’t want him to be angry at me to.” Sun slowly went over to Puzzle before sitting with him, Lunar, and Earth. “I’m not mad at you for causing trouble. I just want to know why you did.” Puzzles eyes wandered around the room as he responded. “I’m getting anxious about my new body tired of being big and scary. Just want to have fun with the children as well while helping Sun watches and monitors everyone happily.”

Sun sighed glad the reason was at least reasonable. “I understand that you’re not happy that you haven’t gotten your new body yet and are probably scared about the before and after part but I promise that when you do get your new body it’s not going to frighten the kids while you work with me and the others. You could be as small as Lunar if you wanted to or even smaller if that’s possible. Me and Moon wouldn’t want the children to fear you when you’re working in the daycare with us.”

Puzzle looked at Sun and then smiled. “Thank you for comforting me Sun. I can go help you clean the mess I caused with glue and barrels and I promise to that I didn’t put glitter glue on anything but you.” Sun nodded. “Yeah your help cleaning up would be appreciated.” Sun stood up to leave. “Hey Sun if Puzzle is as short or shorter then me then we’re going to start a fun sized with the kids tomorrow” Lunar said grinning as he looked at Sun. “I bet the two of you will Lunar.” Sun said smiling at the thought of a fun sized club.

[lizard-ratt]

NOTE: this is all steam of consciousness, minimal editing and proof reading, not to be taken seriously. Cool, thanks, enjoy.

WC: 2,288

Steve, in all honesty, should have seen this coming. Really, it was staring him right in the face, if he was just brave enough or smart enough to figure it out.

Eddie Munson was his soulmate.

Since he was young, his parents held a particular distaste for his soulmates. Soulmates, plural. Having read every last word scrawled across his skin, they decided the two people he was bound to for eternity were everything they stood against.

For years, they told him that he was to avoid his soulmates at all costs. “They’re just not right for you,” they said. “We’re just looking out for you.” Then they had nothing to say about them at all, too busy with their business trips to France, Germany, Costa Rica, and wherever else they went to.

Steve decided everything they taught him was bullshit anyway.

He met his first soulmate on accident. Robin Buckley. Assigned to a group project with her in Mrs. Click’s class, he couldn’t get a single word out before she just started to talk. He recognized the words immediately. Could’ve recited them in his sleep.

He glanced down at his watch and waited.

Eventually she petered out and the finished the essay tattooed across his chest. He glanced down at his watch again, ran the numbers and spoke.

“Three minutes and forty-two seconds. Impressive.”

Robin’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped. “No. No way.”

“I’m sorry, do you need more proof. Perhaps the three page thesis you tattooed across my chest?” Snark came naturally. Probably for the best that he wasn’t on his best behavior. Cause then he’d be lying to his soulmate. Robin needed to know her soulmate was a bitch. Cause he was a bitch.

Robin snorted, but it came out a bit forced. “Thesis, big word for you.”

“You’re avoiding the point,” he prodded.

“I need to process.” Steve could understand that. He accepted it with grace and they moved on to their assignment.

Robin, as Steve found out quickly, was fun. Bitchy in the way Steve was bitchy. They traded barbs and poked and prodded at each other like they’d been doing it their whole lives. Neither of them mentioned the whole soulmate thing.

By Robin’s request, they kept their friendship quiet, for the most part. He was well known and brought a lot of attention wherever he went, and Carol and Tommy probably wouldn’t take too kindly to Steve hanging out with a Band Nerd. That was fine with him. In his opinion, they weren’t good enough for Robin anyway.

One month into their friendship, Robin told Steve that she wasn’t ever going to be interested in him romantically. Told him about Tammy Thompson.

It didn’t shock him as much as it probably should have. It wasn’t like he knew, but it just felt right. Like a puzzle piece clicking into place. Robin wasn’t meant to be his romantic with him. Platonic Soulmates.

“Tammy Thompson’s great and all but she’s a total dud,” he told her.

“She is not!”

“She is! She wants to be a singer. She wants to move to Nashville and shit.”

“She has dreams!”

“She can’t even hold a tune!”

The relief is pouring off of Robin in waves, thick in the air, practically a physical sensation. Robin had looked so scared, like Steve could ever not want Robin in his life.

Later, after they sang Total Eclipse of the Heart together, Robin told him about her other soulmate. Said that she had another one. A simple two words scrawled on her wrist. Robin, right?

“I’ll show you my other soul mark later,” he promised her, in response. “I don’t really feel like taking off my shirt right now.”

About two months into their friendship, Steve showed Robin his other soumark. Lounging in his backyard, he took of his shirt and showed her. First, the giant block of text across his front, her words etched permanently on his skin. Then, he turned around and showed her his back, the other three page thesis tattooed to his body permanently.

“…. Oh. Oh no.”

Steve appreciated the real effort she put into not laughing. It lasted a whole ten seconds before the dam burst and she was in tears.

“Yeah, yeah, yuck it up.”

“You are so unlucky!” She got in between wheezes of laughter. “You don’t have any torso left!”

“You think I don’t know this?”

She quieted down, before the laughter started up again. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I just imagined little baby Steve covered front to back with his soulmates’ first words to him.”

“I’m pretty sure I have a picture of myself somewhere…” he trailed off, forcing his grin off his face.

She zeroed in on Steve, like a shark smelling blood in the water. “I have to see it.”

“What’ll you give me for it?” He asked.

“I’ll bake you a cake,” she offered.

“You’re terrible at baking. Try again.”

“I’ll get my mom to make you a cake.” He considered it. Her mother was a fantastic baker.

“Better, but still no.”

“I’ll get Mom to bake you her secret brownies.” That one almost broke him. Those brownies had to have cocaine in them or something, because they were the best thing he’d ever placed on his tongue, but he knew he could still get something better from her.

“Better….”

“I’ll give you my family’s brownie recipe.”

“Sold!” He put on his best impression of an Auctioneer. “You bring me your mother’s Brownie recipe and I will hand over not one but two photos of me as a baby with my Soul Tattoos on display.”

They sealed it with a handshake.

For a few years after that, he didn’t think about soulmates.

He started to date Nancy Wheeler, despite not being each others’ soulmates. They worked, in Steve’s opinion. Then Barb vanished from his house, and he found out that Jonathan Byers took photos not only if the party but of Nancy getting undressed.

He probably should’ve felt guiltier about breaking his camera, but he just didn’t. He told Robin about it, though. She agreed with him that it was creepy, so it eased some of his concern.

Then later, he found Nancy and Jonathan in her bedroom and felt his heart plummet. He ran to Robin as quickly as possible and spent a little bit too long eating ice cream and listening to sad music while crying about how unfair life was, content to break up with Nancy and move on.

Tommy and Carol saw that as the coward’s way out and took it upon themselves to publicly shame Nancy Wheeler.

He ended up in a fist fight with Tommy (got his ass beat) and spent about thirty minutes cleaning off the spray paint from the Movie theater’s Marquee with Robin shouting encouragement.

They later went to apologize for Tommy and Carol’s behavior and all Hell broke loose. He and Robin, he decided, made a pretty good monster hunting team

Things kinda sped up after that.

He and Robin got all their information from Nancy and Jonathan who were, surprise, surprise, soulmates! (They swore up and down the wall that they didn’t do anything and planned to tell Steve, which he believed). They explained the alternate dimension and the monsters inside. A little girl with superpowers who sacrificed herself to kill the Demogorgon.

Steve and Robin went back to his house, laid down, and stayed there for a long time.

For a year, it was just those four. Robin, Steve, Nancy, and Jonathan. He didn’t talk to Tommy and Carol, and let his social standing slip away from him. The four of them fit together. They were jumpy and anxious and any flicker of the lights made them all stiffen, waiting for something Other to crawl from the walls.

It never did.

A year passed in a blur of anxiety and paranoia. He and Robin spent most of their time in each other’s back pockets, never too far from each other. Too worried that it wasn’t as over as everyone claimed.

Then, Jonathan and Nancy vanished with no warning. They had been shifty for a little bit prior to their sudden departure. Going quiet when certain topics came up, giving each other meaningful looks.

He and Robin went to the Wheeler house already positive they weren’t there.

They ran into Dustin Henderson instead.

If asked, later, what happened, exactly, he wouldn’t be able to tell you any specific details. Robin would be his go to whenever he had questions about everything, as she seemed to remember everything in high definition. What he did know is that he threw himself in front of a whole bunch of middle schoolers (and Robin) not once, not twice, but three times. In the process he got himself concussed and nearly mauled by a bunch of Demodogs, while wrapping himself around little Dustin Henderson.

After that, Dustin attached himself to Steve’s side like a barnacle and brought his friends (Lucas, Will, Mike, Max, and El) with him. Steve was okay with that.

He helped Dustin with his hair and gave him a ride to the Snow Ball. He gave the kids rides everywhere and hosted sleepovers and filled the silence with their noise. It settled something that Steve wasn’t even aware needed settling.

He graduated and when his parents didn’t show up, everyone else did. Nancy and Jonathan and the Party, and Mrs. Byers and Hopper. And Robin, playing with the band.

He didn’t make it into college, not that he tried all that hard. Officially, he got cut off, not that it mattered to him all that much. He saved up, stowing away cash whenever he could. Saving the Hush money, and allowance money, and lifeguard money. He was, for a while at least, fine. He still got a job, and Robin was right there with him, applying to Scoops Ahoy.

Dustin left before he could see their uniforms, and he expressed great disappointment in this. Steve promised him free ice cream for when he got back.

The Uniform was… ridiculous. They looked stupid and felt it, too. It got them money and kept them busy, and it was all fine. Even as he got covered in melted ice cream, and cleaned up kids vomit and got yelled at by kids parents, it was all fine because he had Robin.

The Party visited often, taking full advantage of his employee discount and the hall behind scoops that led direct to the theater. At least one of them thanked him each time (Will. Will never forgot his manners).

Then Dustin came home and shit hit the fan again.

Russian Code, hidden Bunker, child endangerment, and more!

More that he didn’t want to talk about let alone think about. More, like the questions, demanding he tell them what they wanted to hear. More, like the fists, like the broken bones and blood and pain. More, like the pleading, begging for mercy. Screaming. Crying. More, like everything that came after.

If Robin and him were inseparable before, they were practically conjoined twins after. After the mall blew sky high and Hopper died, and half of their group left to move to California. They had each other, and that would have to be enough.

Dustin Henderson first mentioned Eddie Munson about two days after his first day of Senior Year and already, Steve was regretting the fact that he still had most of his hearing on his right side. He was able to make his first joke about it, a few hours later. ("Do you think if I ask the Russian's nicely, they'll take away the rest of my hearing so I don't have to listen to Dustin's hero worship of Eddie Munson?") The look Robin gave him was a mixture of so many emotions, he nearly apologized before she burst out into hysterical laughter.

It didn't stop there. It only got louder and louder, the more Dustin got to know the guy.

From all the stories, it should have clicked in his mind, then, that the words tattooed across his back could come from none other than the 'Best Dungeon Master in Indiana'.

He first spoke to Eddie on a random Hellfire night, when he was picking up Mike, Dustin, and Lucas. In a near perfect repeat of the first words he traded with Robin, Eddie spoke before Steve could.

"If it isn't King Steve," he began. Steve stole a quick glance at his watch and he waited for the theatrical monologue to play out before him. Some things of note in the monologue included: scathing critiques of capitalism, scathing critiques of putting people into boxes, comments about the 'Little Sheep' that Eddie had taken under his wing and their supposed hero worship of Steve.

It was strange, listening to him talk. Like puzzle pieces falling into place. One of the first mysteries of Steve's life, and it was all coming together before him. Context finally provided for some, frankly, insane sentences.

Finally, Eddie wore himself out and stared at Steve expectantly. Steve stole a glance at his watch, did the metal calculations, and announced loudly, "You spoke at me for four minutes and two seconds. That is impressive."

Eddie's eyes bugged out of his skull, as did the other members of Hellfire that Steve could never remember the names of.

"There is no way..." one of them muttered. The one with the halo of curly hair in the flannel.

Steve turned and lifted his shirt to show the veritable wall of text tattooed to his back. Shoulder to shoulder, neck to hip, he was covered. He heard a sharp inhale of breath, before he dropped the shirt and turned back.

"Surprise?"

Steddie soulmate first words are fun and all but Eddie Munson will forever be a dramatic motherfucker, Steve has a full 3 page essay scrawled over his back about the dangers of capitalism and his dad hates it, you think Eddie would get the chance to speak to the Steve Harrington and wouldn't milk it for the most Shakespeare worthy performance you've ever seen in your goddamn life

Bonus points, Robin is his platonic soulmate and she'll ramble till the sun goes down so steve just has no space left on his body by the time those two are finished

[a-patheticapathetic]

#37 - 4/14/2025

I think I've finally managed to reach the level of self-isolation that causes pain. I honestly wasn't sure it could even happen, but here we are.

Mission accomplished?

My mental state has deteriorated further. Every waking moment that I exist without being fully distracted leads to the same thoughts. I cannot sleep without Ambien, and every night it takes longer and longer to work. Reality as I see it will not let me go. Looking backwards makes me aware of all that I have wasted, spending my childhood self-destructing, my teens disappearing, and my adulthood rotting away. Looking forward beyond a week sends me into a tailspin. Looking outside proves me right. I wish I could stop looking.

It won't give up. It wants me dead.

Recently I've been teetering on a more social edge. The isolation has been bolstering my innate desire to complain. So I suppose I'll use my twice-a-year burst of motivation to open the can of worms. It'll give me something to do for an hour.

I wanted to post something in genuine because this pertains to the group, but I don't see a reason to do that. It wouldn't do more good than harm. The truth is that I haven't seen myself as a part of the group in years. I participate in maybe 5% of the activities that go on anymore. I don't create anything in a group built on creating. Partly because my aforementioned motivation appears with the same regularity as a solar eclipse, partly because I am well aware that nobody is interested in the art that I have made. Is it that my writing is wholly founded on the music that I like, and that music is abrasive to most of the group? Is writing itself just a form of media that nobody wants to consume? Is it because what I do isn't porn, and that's all that people in the group seem to make anymore? I don't really want to know. What I do know is that there is not a single person that would be able to respond to me if I asked them, "What is the last creative thing I wrote?". Not even the person reading this.

The isolation goes beyond that. I haven't felt comfortable actually talking in that group since the early pandemic. All I've done is occasionally pop in with a cheap joke in the desperate hopes of mining serotonin from a laugh, and that wells has been running dry for a while now. A conversation that I even have the potential to have input on happens once a month at the most. Over 95% of the topics discussed are effectively brick walls. Magic the gathering. Coding. Drawing. 3d modelling. Anime, movies, games. Watching someone play a puzzle game for a week straight. Work. Moving out. Being a functioning adult. Planning for a future that isn't a black hole. Hours and hours of conversation I have no place or interest participating in. But what would be the point of publicly complaining about this? There's no solution. I don't want a "Talk About Me" hour. I almost always hate talking. If I can't plan out what I'm going to say, it's just going to come out as a jumbled mess that I regret for as long as I remember it. I don't want to restrict conversation topics, the call is already dead-silent enough. Everyone else seems to be able to split off into their own groups and play their own games. I'm the only one with a problem.

So, why write it here? I don't know. Am I just screaming into the void for catharsis again? Probably. I've got nothing better to do. Or rather, I have nothing better that I would actually do. Is it the selfish hope that someone could actually provide me comfort, despite what I will do to them one day? Unlikely. I will actively fight any attempt to actually help me, because I do not want to be helped. I am not capable of positive change, because I understand that all it entails is more of this.

In all likelihood it's just been another excuse to move the clock. Killing time is all I can do anymore. Just waiting until I finally run out.

[gontic-solution]

I've been engulfed by ai chats lmao. Would anyone like to see doodles of this one chat ive got going on with Eclipse and an oc??

[hargachosenone]

Christian's body instinctively responded to Pelle's gentle touch, his senses hyperaware of every sensation. The brush of Pelle's fingers against his skin sent shivers of both pleasure and confusion down his spine. It was as if the world had narrowed down to that single point of contact, eclipsing all other thoughts and concerns.

A mix of emotions swirled within Christian, his heart pounding in his chest as desire and apprehension entwined. The lingering effects of the drugs intensified his sensations, amplifying the pleasure that coursed through his veins. It was a tantalizing dance of conflicting emotions, leaving him yearning for more while his mind grappled to comprehend the situation.

Confusion clouded his thoughts as he tried to reconcile the familiar bond of friendship with the newfound sensations coursing through his body. The lines between friendship and desire blurred, leaving him disoriented and vulnerable. It was a delicate balance, teetering on the edge of a precipice, and Christian found himself both drawn to and wary of the unknown depths that lay ahead.

His body responded with an ache of longing, craving the connection that Pelle's touch promised. Yet, beneath the surface, uncertainty lingered, as Christian questioned the nature of his own desires and the implications they held for their friendship.

Caught in this whirlwind of conflicting emotions, Christian's most natural reaction was to lean into Pelle's touch, seeking comfort and reassurance amidst the sea of uncertainty. It was a silent plea for understanding, a vulnerable moment that spoke volumes about his internal struggle.

Christian's mind struggled to make sense of the fragmented memories that flooded back. Amidst the haze, fragments of conversation floated to the surface, like disjointed puzzle pieces fitting into place. Mark's words echoed in his mind, a reminder of his own doubts and frustrations in his previous relationship.

"So then you can bitch to us for that week about how much you regret it," Christian murmured, his voice tinged with a mix of resignation and recognition. "And we'll be like 'Dude: you've been wanting out of this absurd relationship for the last year.' Oh sht, that's right."

The weight of truth settled upon him, mingling with Pelle's words about the Swedish women and the promise of a new beginning. It was a revelation that both terrified and intrigued him, a chance to shed the burdens of the past and explore uncharted territory.

A mix of emotions swirled within Christian—confusion, desire, and a deep yearning for something different. The allure of the unknown, of a fresh start and untapped possibilities, beckoned to him, mingling with the lingering arousal that the drugs had awakened within him.

"What does it all mean?" he whispered, his voice laced with a blend of anticipation and trepidation. "The Swedish milkmaids, the promise of new connections… Can I really leave it all behind and start anew?"

The questions hung in the air, unanswered yet pregnant with potential. Christian turned to Pelle, seeking solace and guidance in his friend's steady presence, hoping that together they could navigate the uncharted path that lay before them.

Christian's mind raced, trying to piece together the fragmented memories of that fateful night when everything had changed. The images of Dani's devastated face and the darkness that had engulfed her family flickered in his mind, casting a shadow over his thoughts.

"Yes, I remember," Christian replied, his voice tinged with a mix of guilt and remorse. "We were sitting there, eating pizza, and Mark and Josh were questioning our trip to visit your family. They thought it was some sort of strange cult or hippie commune. I didn't take it seriously then, but now…"

His voice trailed off, the weight of realization settling heavily upon him. In that moment, he understood the gravity of their conversation and how it had shaped the course of events that led them to this place. Regret washed over him like a tidal wave, knowing that he had dismissed Dani's concerns and disregarded the signs that something was amiss.

Pelle's words echoed in his mind, prompting Christian to search for deeper meaning in their past actions. The realization dawned on him that there was a greater purpose behind their visit, a purpose that had eluded him until now. His heart sank with a mix of understanding and apprehension.

"What's going on here? What do you want with me?" Christian murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "We were brought here for a reason. I know..." The questions hung in the air, his voice heavy with uncertainty. Christian looked to Pelle, seeking answers and a sense of direction amidst the chaos that surrounded them. Deep down, he knew that the path ahead would be filled with challenges and revelations, and he hoped that Pelle held the key to unlocking the truth they both sought.

Christian's senses were on edge, his body flooded with sensations that overwhelmed his every thought. The drugs still coursing through his veins heightened his arousal, turning his own desires against him. It was a maddening dance of pleasure and fear, a tormenting paradox that drove him to the brink of insanity.

Every touch, every sound, seemed amplified, as if the world had transformed into a labyrinth of sinister delights. The cool breeze against his skin felt like a fiery caress, sending shivers of both pleasure and unease down his spine. His own body betrayed him, responding to the slightest stimulus with a surge of desire that bordered on painful.

Thoughts became a jumbled mess, his mind clouded by a fog of confusion and primal instinct. Rationality fought against the intoxicating frenzy that gripped him, but its feeble attempts were futile. Fear gnawed at his core, twisting his perception of reality and magnifying every shadow into a lurking threat.

Christian's world had become a kaleidoscope of terror, his own body a source of both pleasure and torment. His heart raced, his breath quickened, as he desperately tried to regain control over his own mind. But the more he struggled, the deeper he sank into the abyss of sensory overload.

Amidst the chaos, Christian's instincts screamed for escape, for release from this twisted nightmare. Yet, his bound limbs and the watchful eyes of his captors held him captive, stripping him of any semblance of control. It was a waking nightmare, a relentless assault on his senses that left him teetering on the edge of his sanity.

In this distorted reality, Christian's most natural reaction was a desperate plea for relief, for an end to the overwhelming sensory overload that threatened to consume him. But his cries went unanswered, drowned in a sea of chaos and desire. His only solace lay in the faint hope that someday, somehow, he would find an escape from this twisted web of pleasure and fear.