#and the first one was very I COULDNT STOP PLAYING THIS GAME IT MADE MY WIFE MAD

[mouse-wife]

im only now noticing mobile game ads dropped the whole “MOST ADDICTIVE GAME EVER” advertising thing once it became widely known and criticized that these games were psychologically manipulating people to spend unhealthy amounts of time and money on them

[notlongtolove]

like a lover

he doesn’t answer. he doesn’t even look at you again. he just shakes his head and walks into the bedroom. by the time you follow him, he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor like it holds the answer to whatever’s boiling inside him. fine. If he wants to ice you out, two can play that game.

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader (second person, no y/n)

genre: hurt comfort

content: student!reader gets drunk after a brutal final and spencer is beyond mad. very brief mention of abduction. lowkey spencer is in the right bc #safety but he made reader cry n for that he is found #guilty!!!

word count: 3.1k

note: based off this ask! random fact the last line of this fic was the inspiration for empty my soul but idk why i just couldnt fit it in there, anyways i hope you guys like it! (pls tell me if u do i was struggling with a resolution for this)

a line: Spencer thinks, for a split second, that he’d rather die than ever have to see you cry like that again.

I give you an onion. It is a moon wrapped in brown paper. It promises light like the careful undressing of love. Here. It will blind you with tears like a lover. It will make your reflection a wobbling photo of grief. I am trying to be truthful. - carol ann duffy

You probably should’ve stopped five drinks ago—maybe four if you were feeling merciful. That last Vodka cran? A spectacularly bad idea. But whatever. You earned this. You’re young, you’re fun, you look good, and for the first time in weeks, you have no deadlines clawing at you. The final had been a nightmare. You knew your fate was sealed the second you flipped to question three. What the hell is textual and symbolic environmentalisation? But it’s over now. That’s all that matters.

The wind bites at your bare legs as you stand by the curb, aimlessly kicking a pebble. You hug your arms close, fighting off the chill. Maybe you should’ve brought a jacket. Spencer had suggested it, but you’d waved him off. He’s usually right.

You frown, glancing up at the street sign. He said he’d be here. Right? Your phone’s dying battery blinks at you in its final moments, mocking you before shutting off completely. Definitely should’ve taken his offer of a portable charger, too. You sigh, shifting your weight from one foot to the other.

A man stumbles by, reeking of booze. You don’t need to look to know.

"Hey," he calls out, voice slurred and gravelly.

You keep your eyes down, pretending not to hear.

“Hey,” he says again, louder this time.

Where the hell is Spencer?

"D’you know when the bus starts running again?"

You hesitate, half-relieved that he’s asking something semi-coherent. "I—I’m sorry, I’m not sure."

He nods to himself, swaying on his feet. 

"I told you to wait by the bodega on 3rd," a familiar voice mutters. Spencer’s hand closes around your arm, already steering you away.

"Oh, hey," you say softly, relief washing over you. "Is this not—" You glance at the street sign overhead—4 Maple Drive. Shit. "I—sorry, I thought—"

"It’s fine," he says, but the sharp edge in his voice tells you it’s not.

The car ride is suffocatingly silent. When he pulls open the passenger door for you, there’s no trace of his usual warmth. No soft smile, no gentle tease about your perpetually dead phone. Just a click of the door and the quiet thud of it shutting behind you.

You hate this. Hate the tension humming between you, the way his jaw is set tight as he drives. He was so different this afternoon, greeting you after your final with those cupcakes he knows you love from the bakery on the other side of town, his lips brushing yours in endless, giddy kisses. This Spencer is nothing like that. 

"They played ��Dancing Queen’ tonight," you venture, voice tentative. He knows it’s your favourite. Knows it always pulls you to the dance floor, no matter how tired or tipsy you are. "It was so funny—some guy bought us a round of shots—"

"And you drank it?"

The question lands heavy. His first words to you since he’d started driving. 

"Well... yeah?"

"What else did you drink?"

"Not a lot," you say quickly, tripping over your words. "Just vodka, tequila, a bit of wine—"

"You mixed?" 

The way he says it makes you bristle. There’s a hint of disbelief, maybe even disappointment. 

"Spence," you say softly. "I’m not that drunk, I promise."

Nothing.

His knuckles tighten on the steering wheel. The silence in the air is almost tangible, a crackling, oppressive thing. When he pulls into the driveway and kills the engine, he doesn’t move to open your door. He always does that. But not tonight. 

You’re pretty sure he’s mad at you, though you’re not entirely sure why. It’s not like you go out that often, and you can’t even remember the last time you let yourself get this drunk. Tonight was an exception, a celebration. He understands, doesn’t he?

You follow him inside, trailing behind like a shadow. He doesn’t head to the kitchen like he does after you get back from a night out—no tea, no toast, no quiet ritual of making sure you’re okay. Instead, he walks straight into the study, his back to you. Yeah, he’s definitely mad. 

"You’re mad at me," you say, standing in the doorway.

He doesn’t answer. His hands grip the back of his chair, his head bowed like he’s trying to gather himself. You’re not one to push, usually giving him the space he needs when he gets all broody like this, but the alcohol that’s running through your system is making it hard to practice patience. 

"Why are you mad at me?"

Still nothing. 

When he finally moves, it’s only to brush past you, heading for the bedroom without so much as a glance. "We’ll talk about this tomorrow," he says, his tone flat, clipped. "I can’t talk to you when you’re like this."

This. The word hits like a slap, sharp and dismissive. It irks you. 

"If you didn’t want to come, then you shouldn’t have come," you mutter under your breath, the words slipping out before you can stop them. "I could’ve gotten a ride—"

"You were slurring on the phone." He stops in the hallway, turning just enough for you to see the tight set of his jaw. 

"Yeah, no shit, Spencer. People slur when they drink," you fire back a little too harshly, the alcohol fueling your irritation as you cross your arms defensively.

"Don’t," he warns, his voice low, dangerous in a way that makes your chest tighten.

​​You glare at him, heat rising in your cheeks. "Don’t what? Don’t point out how ridiculous you’re being right now?"

He doesn’t answer. He doesn’t even look at you again. He just shakes his head and walks into the bedroom. By the time you follow him, he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor like it holds the answer to whatever’s boiling inside him. Fine. If he wants to ice you out, two can play that game.

You head to the bathroom without a word, your movements jerky as you swipe at the remnants of your makeup. You grab your moisturizer, fingers fumbling with the cap. A sharp tug and it goes flying out of your hands, clattering to the floor. 

"Fuck," you mutter, bracing yourself for a bout of instability as you bend down to retrieve it.

Before you can grab it, Spencer moves. He scoops it up, straightening with an ease that feels almost mocking. When you meet his eyes, they’re unfamiliar. It’s not the Spencer you know. Not the Spencer who covers your eyes during scary movies or kisses your forehead when you’re half-asleep. No, this Spencer feels distant, cold. 

"And I’m supposed to believe you’re not that drunk," he says flatly. Your chest tightens, a lump forming in your throat as heat flushes your face. He offers a hand as you steady yourself, trying to rise to your feet, but you brush him off, snatching the bottle from his grip with a bitterness you don’t try to mask. 

"What the hell is your problem?" you snap.

"My problem?" he repeats, incredulous. "I’m not the one blackout drunk on a Wednesday night."

"I’m not—"

"Would you—would you just stop!" he barks, the words sharp enough to make you flinch. "You’re slurring your words. You got the streets wrong. You couldn’t even get the damn moisturizer open," he snaps, gesturing toward you harshly with a mixture of frustration and exasperation.

Your knuckles whiten as you cling to the edge of the sink, unsure if you’re holding on for balance or just to keep from breaking. You spin back toward the mirror willing yourself not to cry. The frustration, the confusion, the ache in your chest—everything wells up at once.

"God, you’re being so—"

"So what?" he interrupts, his voice rising as he steps closer. His eyes bore into yours, daring you to say it. "So concerned? So worried? So—"

"So fucking mean!"

The silence that follows deafening. For a moment, he freezes, the hard edges of his expression softening into something else—shock, regret, guilt—but it’s fleeting.

"So what if I’m drunk?" Your voice cracks as the words tumble out, your frustration too overwhelming to contain. "And yeah, maybe—" You shake your head, swallowing the lump in your throat as you glare at him, "Maybe I’m slurring a little but forgive me for wanting a drink after the final I’ve been stressing over all fucking month."

He exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair, his frustration barely contained. "It’s not about you having a drink. It’s about you not knowing your limits—"

"Oh, for fucks sake," you interrupt, throwing your hands up. The movement makes you sway slightly, and you hate how it only seems to prove his point. "Newsflash, Spencer, I’m a university student. Sometimes we get drunk. You don’t get to make me feel like shit just because you don’t drink.”

You push past him, your shoulder grazing his as you move to sit on the edge of the bed. The mattress dips under your weight, and you grip the edge, willing the room to stop spinning.

"You were being reckless," he bites back, the word hanging heavy in the air. "You don’t see what I see. You’re out alone, you don’t—"

"I wasn’t alone," you say, your voice rising to meet his. "I had friends—"

"Yeah, friends who left you alone on a curb at 3am," he shoots back, cutting you off. The words land with precision, a calculated jab, but you refuse to flinch.

"Because you said you were on the way!" you fire back.

His voice is cold now, practically seething. "And what do you think would’ve happened if I hadn’t reached you just as that guy was coming on to you?"

"He was asking for the bus!" you shoot back, the words ringing out louder than you intended. You hate everything about this fight. You hate how unfamiliar he feels, hate the part of you that wonders if you’re the one who brought this out of him. "Nothing would’ve—"

Spencer’s expression darkens, his gaze narrowing. "Nothing?" He scoffs. "Tell that to Nina Radha. To Caroline Wrenley. To Mindy Denver. They were all ‘just waiting for a ride home’ last week. And now? All abducted. All dead." 

The room goes silent. Your chest tightens, and the fight drains out of you as his meaning sinks in. 

"You’re being cruel," your words are barely audible, trembling on the edge of your lips. The tears come faster now, streaking your face, but you don’t bother wiping them away. "Why—" you whisper, weak and watery, "Why are you being like this?" 

When Spencer finally turns to look at you, the sight of your tears stops him cold. They streak your face in uneven paths, and he feels something inside him splinter. Spencer never likes seeing you cry—he hates it, actually. It’s not just discomfort or unease; it’s a literal, physical ache. But knowing he’s the reason for your tears tonight? That’s pain in its most visceral form. It’s failure in its purest state.

"I—" he starts, his voice faltering. It cracks mid-sentence, and he stops, swallowing hard. His breath shudders as he exhales, trying to find the words, but all that comes out is a quiet, broken, "I was scared." 

Your tears have momentarily slowed, caught off guard by the sudden shift in his tone. The anger in his voice has faded, replaced by something softer, something raw—fear, tangled with guilt, with regret. He takes a tentative step closer, then hesitates, unsure of what to do. 

"I thought that… something could’ve happened to you, and I—I didn’t know how to handle it." 

After a moment, he lowers himself to your level, crouching in front of you. He lifts his hand, reaching out to wipe away the tears that stain your face. But the instant his fingers near you, you flinch, turning your head to avoid his touch. The movement is small, but Spencer’s heart shatters at the rejection all the same. He hates that he’s made you cry, hates that you won’t let him near you, hates that you won’t even look at him.

"I’m sorry," he says, the words low and weighted with sincerity. He knows it’s not enough, but it’s all he has left to give. 

Your tears fall, dripping onto your hands that rest limply in your lap. You shake your head, your shoulders tense, refusing to meet his eyes. The rejection stings, sharper than he expected, but he doesn’t blame you. He knows he deserves this. The room is still except for the sound of your quiet sniffles. 

Spencer tries again, his voice quieter now, almost pleading. "I just—" His breath catches as he exhales, his hand running through his hair in agitation, the movement more to calm himself than anything else. "When I saw you standing there alone—alone and with that man, I got scared. And I lashed out. I shouldn’t have. You didn’t— you didn’t deserve that."

The silence that follows is thick, but finally, you break it. Your voice is quiet, bitter. 

"I’m not them."

You’re still not meeting his eyes, still keeping that distance, but at least it’s something. 

"Those girls… I’m not them, Spencer."

"I know, I know. I was—", his voice is low, the regret weighing heavily on every syllable.

​​"That case was tough on you, I know it was," you interrupt, "And what happened to those girls, it was horrible. But I'm not them, Spence. I'm not…" Spencer watches helplessly as you furiously wipe away a tear from your cheek. 

"I'm not dead. I'm here."

“I was projecting, I—” His voice catches, “I shouldn’t have taken it out on you,” he admits quietly. You nod, grimly. Another single, heavy tear slips down your cheek and Spencer feels his heart break all over again. 

"I know you’re scared. How do you think I feel every time you go out into the field?" You take a deep breath, and say bitterly, "I get it." 

Each word is a struggle, but you say it with conviction. He can see how much you’re holding in, the effort it takes for you to keep your voice from cracking. 

You pause, swallowing hard as you steady yourself, "But you—You don’t get to talk to me like that." When your eyes meet his, they flash with both anger and sadness. "You don’t get to take that out on me." 

"I know, I—That was—I was being horrible, I was an ass," Spencer admits, his voice small. "You didn’t deserve that, honey. God, I’m just—I’m so, so, sorry." 

You look at him for a long moment, searching for any sign that he’s being sincere. All you see is regret, raw and heavy. And something else, something softer. Love. He reaches out, and this time you don’t pull away. Just getting to touch you is a brief, bittersweet, blinding relief. Spencer lets his fingers graze your cheek as he wipes away your tears gently, his thumb brushing over the wet path they’ve left behind. 

A soft, almost bitter laugh escapes you. "An ass is putting it lightly." 

Spencer’s chest tightens, a small breath of relief escaping him, though it’s quickly replaced with guilt. "M’so sorry sweetheart," he breathes out, comforted by the familiar bite in your tone. It lightens the air between you, just a little.

He shifts to sit next to you on the bed. "I didn’t—I really didn’t mean to," he says quietly. You rest your head on his shoulder, letting out a soft sigh, the fight slowly draining out of you. Spencer gently takes your hands, cradling them in his. 

"I—I never want to hurt you, never want to make you cry. Ever." Spencer's voice cracks slightly as he talks, fingers tracing your palm. "You know that, right?"

You nod, your voice small but steady. "I know."

Shifting, you tuck your legs beneath you, turning to face him fully. Your hands lift to cup his face gently, your thumbs brushing against the faint stubble on his jaw. The touch is tender, almost protective, as you guide his face to meet yours. His eyes can’t hold your gaze for long, shame clearly written across them.

"I was just—I was—" He stumbles over his words.

"Scared," you finish softly, filling the silence for him. 

"I—I’m sorry," Spencer’s voice falters, "I’m really sorry honey, I should’ve never—That was—"

Your hands guide his face back toward yours, coaxing him to meet your eyes. This time, he doesn’t resist, his breath shaky as he clings to the comfort you offer. "S’okay, baby. M’not mad anymore," you murmur.

"Sad?" he asks, his voice barely audible, like he’s afraid of what you’ll say.

"No," you smile faintly, shaking your head, "Not sad, baby," you whisper, leaning closer. Your thumb traces the curve of his cheek in silent reassurance. His shoulders relax just a little. "I just—" you sigh as you let out one last, quiet sniffle, "I really hate fighting." 

Carefully, he coaxes you into his lap, his arms wrapping around you. "Me too, honey," he says, his voice thick with emotion as he shifts closer. You don’t resist, letting your head rest in the crook of his neck, your breath warm against his skin.

"S’not nice," you murmur against him, your words muffled.

"I know, I know," Spencer whispers, his fingers tracing slow, soothing circles along your back. You let out a shaky sigh, sinking further into his embrace. “Was awful, wasn’t it?” he says, quietly.

"Mhm," you mumble quietly, your voice soft but pointed as you lean into his touch. "Made me cry," you say, looking at him through wet lashes to prove your point. Spencer thinks, for a split second, that he’d rather die than ever have to see you cry like that again. After a beat of quiet, he tilts his head just enough to press a soft kiss to your temple. 

"I love you, you know that?" 

You hum softly, nuzzling your face into his neck with a contented sigh, "Love you too."

"Love you so much, sweet girl," he says again, quieter this time, like it’s a truth meant only for you.

"Sap," you tease, lifting your head just enough to meet his gaze, the faintest hint of a smile on your lips.

Spencer grins, soft and boyish. "Always for you," he mumbles fondly, and before you can respond, he leans forward, pressing a playful kiss to the tip of your nose.

You stick your tongue out at him in mock protest, but he’s already chasing the moment. A kiss lands on your cheek. Then another on the other side. Each one dripping with easy affection. 

"Spence—" you laugh, the sound bubbling up. It spreads a warmth through Spencer’s chest. 

"My sweet girl," he says quietly, almost to himself. 

His smile only grows as he drinks in the sound of your giggles, tears long gone. He presses a fluttering series of kisses across your form until you’re laughing into his lips, each kiss softer than the last. 

One on your cheek, two on your shoulder, a thousand on your lips.

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ᯓ★ song recs if you feel like it: false god by taylor swift moon river by frank ocean

[ketprincxss304]

You should tell us the details

Of some of your abuse stories. How did you come to be raped the first time ?

the very first time i had sex my bf raped me. i was 14 and he was 18 or 19. we were playing some racing video game and i lost and said i didn’t want to play anymore or the game was stupid or something. he said he would show me another game. he started kissing me and groping me which was fine. we had made out before. he was pinching my nipples and biting my neck. his hands went to unbutton my shorts and i stopped him and told him i wasn’t ready. he told me he’d make me feel good and asked a few more times. we went back to making out and touching my chest. he got rougher after i stopped him but i sort of liked it. he started to take my shirt off, but stopped halfway in a way where my arms were still twisted inside my shirt. i was sort of pinned down by my own shirt and his weight on top of me. he kept kissing me but i could feel and hear him undoing his belt and pants. he had jerked off in front of me before and i had even let him finish on my chest one time. i thought maybe that’s what he was going to do.

then his hands were pulling on my shorts again. i tried to stop kissing to tell him i wasn’t ready again. he bit my lip so hard i thought it would bleed and his weight on top of me felt heavier. i was starting to struggle but between my shirt and his body on top of me i couldnt move. he had gotten my shorts and underwear off. he started asking me “see isn’t this a fun game” as his cock thrust into me. i was crying and begging him to stop and trying to get away. somehow in my struggling he flipped me over so i was prone. he grabbed the hair at the back of my head and slammed my face against the floor over and over as he thrust into me and told me he was the only one who would ever love me. after he came he held me and told me he loved me and how good i did. i was scared and in pain and confused but also so happy because he had never said he loved me before.

[nishipostitz]

700 or so words, 4 min read

after a long day of fun activities, such as cafe hopping and playing bumper cars at the amusement park, you guys finally arrived home to slump on your couch. after ridding of your jackets and shoes, both of you dropped down to the coffee table on the floor by the couch, not making it to the couch because of how tired you guys were from such an eventful day. your feet were so sore from walking all over that you guys couldnt walk back home and had to catch an overpriced uber. it was a relief, or else youd both call off of work tomorrow due to the fatigue. yet you couldnt realllyy blame anyone else because you were quite obstinate on playing the whole day to take advantage of your time together. youll keep a mental note to do a spa day as a date next time. finding the strength, suna got up from his spot on the floor to fetch some drinks from the fridge. “ah, refreshing!” you say as you took a sip, imitating the tiktok audio. suna smiled at you and squeezed your cheeks. how you both managed to stay awake was questionable. after your continuous rounds of roller coasters and playing all sorts of fair games, you still had some energy. you snuggled up against suna’s shoulder on the floor and glanced at one of your photos on display. and you had an idea. “suna hold on a sec, turn on the tv but dont pick anything yet, ill brb” and you scurried away to your room. suna was too tired to question so he only did what you requested. you came back to your spot with a basket of old films and videos/recordings. “these are ancient, you brought them with you when you moved out?” suna was surprised. “well they werent gonna be used at my parents’ anyways. and who knows, maybe we could watch some!” you smiled. and like that, he felt butterflies in his stomach. you guys have known each other for so long and dated for so long, but you still have the same effect on him. you rummaged through and found old recordings of your childhood. “wasnt that when we entered primary school? you were crying that day because we werent in the same class! you even tried to bribe someone to switch classes with you” your face reddened. you were so attached to suna at such a young age, and him bringing those memories back was a little bit embarrassing. “well i got over it didnt i? i survived. and besides, we saw each other at every break anyways!” you respond. you connected the film with the tv and enjoyed your old times with suna. you both had grown up with each other and experienced your whole life together. the proximity only made you both realize the mutual yearning and took the risky move of going out. safe to say youre both happier and more open with each other after you started dating 5 years ago. ending the night with a memory marathon was relaxing as it was nostalgic. you both giggled and cringed at the variety of clips. “i cant believe you were already looking at me with heart eyes since junior high! look its so evident in your eyes!” you say to suna as youre watching. in the video, you were both only 13 and performing a little skit to convince your parents to let you have a sleepover. and suna was on the side waiting for his turn, but he looked at you with so much love. he knew couldnt deny, he had liked you for so long, it turned into love not long after. he fell first but you fell harder. he just shrugged and squeezed you closer to his side. with refreshing drinks, and a warm atmosphere, both you and suna dozed off as the comforting silence cradled you both to sleep. after such a long day, you were still able to relax and enjoy it with suna. your very first friend, best friend, first love, and last love. its your biggest wish to stay like this with him forever until the end, because no one else made you feel so loved and warm inside.

stop why am i in love with suna

[switch-writer]

If you’re up for it, could we get some Syzoth lee/ler hcs? Thank you :]]

Syzoth/Reptile Tickle Headcanons

A/N: I COULDNT FIND ANY OTHER GIF. So that’ll do. Ironically, the name Syzoth didn’t originally click in my brain, but I like Reptile! He was always very overlooked because of how the past Mortal Kombats portrayed him. So it’s nice to see some love for him! But as always, I’ll note I haven’t played the newest game so I made sure to read up on him a little since his appearance was a major change in the newest game (and his actual story I believe) so hopefully this is decent because I slightly struggled with it x) Hope you enjoy!

• First off, his early life certainly didn’t teach him much about whatever ‘tickling’ was.

• Truth be told, he simply thought it was a word used to be a metaphor for ‘itchy’ and such. He didn’t realize it was anything but that… until he found his family.

• He did quickly catch on that there’s more to it than just a itch, nor did he realize a simple touch could make someone practically jump and laugh as loud as they could at times. So he was always a little confused and intrigued, but usually didn’t often tickle people.

• He was trying to find those who loved him and treated him normally, if tickling was normal, then he certainly would see it as normal and not ask questions.

• But… He certainly would open up to his lover at some point and admit he genuinely had no clue what it was and simply smiled and nodded when it was mentioned.

• Once he actually knew what it was, he was usually always curious about it, so he’d occasionally poke those around them he trusted and ask if it’d tickle.

• He’d try and probably cheer some of his newer friends up by tickling, but would shy away/move on if the first poke didn’t land very well.

• But we know Syzoth is a lover, so if he was super comfortable with someone, he’d certainly try his best.

• Likely would always ask permission before tickling.

• He’d also go invisible sometimes and poke around at their torso.

• He’s also always a very gentle tickler. Never rough with anyone. He’s a kind soul and very gentle with touch.

• “So people are always this ticklish! Ah, and to think this is a very normal occurrence. Very silly… I like it.”

• He’s very gentle with his tickles, his teases, and everything along those lines.

• Syzoth, due to this kindness towards those accepting of him would likely let people tickle him.

• “Well… I suppose it’s only fair.”

• Would likely make people try and find him. He’d go invisible just to make whoever wants to tickle him find him.

• He’d be more of a giggler than someone who laughs super loudly. Like a child’s giggle.

• But. At one particular spot, he’d gasp dramatically and laugh his heart out. A light, average volume laugh. It’s as loud as he gets.

• Curls up. Always. He physically can’t help it and knows he can’t, so he’d just glance up at you after doing so and shrug as in ‘oh well.’

• Finds little traces on his tattoos slightly ticklish but soothing over all. He’ll usually always end up with a smile.

• Syzoth’s weak/worst spot is around his ribs, although— a honorable mention is his neck.

• He will occasionally stick his tongue out like he’s dead after someone stops tickling him, a habit partly to tease, and partly due to his true race.

• He finds it more soothing after the original panic, although he’d be relaxed, he’d probably be stuck with a smile for the next few minutes.

• Syzoth would have a minor complaint of his cheeks hurting from smiling so much, but it makes him over all feel that sense of normalcy he always wants from the world, and that alone can make a cold blooded reptile feel fuzzy and warm.

Hopefully that’s enjoyable! Thank you!

[chiimeramanticore]

hello juno, is there any song you really wish the rae made a cover of? And who would sing it?

also not an ask but, congrats on making be a little obsessed about yes man even though i never have played/known the game before, although can you blame me? Hes so silly, very retangular guy

I WILL ANSWER YOUR RAE QUESTION HOWEVER i have to talk about yes man first. sorry rae fans if you want my answer you have to deal with my other weird fixation firs- wait no dont scroll away stop

if my love of him is apparent here you should see my spam twitter he took over that account like a fuckin symbiote

if you like him at all i am on my hands and knees begging- no imploring you to play new vegas . please play new vegas. its only ten dollars. please its so good. this game does that thing where after you play a really good game the ending just Sits with you for Days and you cant stop thinking about it, except it's done that to me like 12 different times already and im not even close to finishing the game. if youre on the fence bc youre only in it for yes man then try out the ukagaka first but then you HAVE to play fnv bc the dev doesnt want you to play the uka without playing the game lmao. but seriously if my posting has made u like him and u havent played fnv PLEASE. ill draw you something if thats what it takes /j (unless youre my friend)

OKAY the actual answer to your question . i have an answer on hand actually, i wish they'd done more than one elton john song and i wish the one elton john song they did cover wasnt a shitty cover!! i wanted to do a whole thing where i could have packtion help me (read: i tell them what music i want and they do it bc they love me) arrange an elton john medley and then we could get voice actors to sing it and i could program it in rm or something But i couldnt find voice actors so nevermind i guess lol. if i had to choose just one elton john song tho i would kill to hear dook sing rocketman. like 1. space themed, obviously 2. they already sound Shockingly alike somehow and 3. its about secretly being gay . no relation to dook or anything nothing to see here mr fechter

i actually do have a playlist i keep of songs i like to imagine the rae performing and/or i would like to program at some point for funsies, but if i posted it publicly id want to make like. a list or smth to go with it explaining which characters id want to sing which songs bc theres a handful of songs on there where the original singer sounds nothing like the character i want to sing it lol

[syrupspinner]

steam next fest 3 the finale maybe

i have recently become much less confident that nextfest is all one word, also

yeah, its missing some pizzaz, like music and sfx work, but the devs are pretty open about it being early so ill look past it. the gimmick itsself is fun! its simple and straightforward in a good way, and i like how it iterates on runs. the good items taking up more physical space and getting burried in your deck is a really good expression of balance. good little roguelike! wishlisted and played for way longer than i thought i would

straight up couldnt get this one to work. no buttons or keys do shit. i unplugged my controller, relaunched it, a bunch of stuff, still stuck on the first screen. shame, i was really looking forward to giving it a shot

this is a good demo! it does a good job at presenting the game and letting you know what its all about. i got the basics really solidly, and i see how the additional environments would iterate on the core gameplay loop. i dont think this ones for me, it seems a bit too sandboxy and score-based for me, but i recognize that this is a well made game and i think itll be really enjoyable for its target audience. check it out if you like simulator/management things, or if you want to try the genre out!

okay, just finished the tutorial, and im kinda split. first, the action feels great and the movement it stellar but yeesh this controller binding is messing me up. it only feels comfortable for me to keep one finder on the front of the controller, and i switch between the bumpers and the triggers with just my index. literally the only games that arent comparable with this approach, by expecting you to use bumpers AND triggers simultaneously, is this and hotline miami 2. the worst part is, i only figured out how weird this feels by the second-to-last tutorial, so i gotta redo all of it with kbm. after that, the game felt a lot more reasonable to get my fingers around (i probably wouldve switched spacebar and shift if i played longer), and i can confirm that the controller layout is my only obstacle to this kick-ass game. i will say that i wasnt expecting it to be a survival game? i thought itd be kind of a roguelike progression-through-a-dungeon thing, but its more about staying in a small space and defending. i already had this one wishlisted, and im glad i know what to expect now, this seems like itll be an interesting "kill 20 minutes before bed" game (in a good way! i love those)

right away, this feels like its to scotland what kisima innitchuna is to alaskan first nations. only its all stop motion and the entire ost sounds like a simon & garfunkle open house. maybe this comparison is stupid, the point is that this is awesome and you need to play it now. it may look like you get what the games about when you look at it, but it feels different to control. i dunno how to explain it, the artstyle makes the controls feel... different in a neutral way? please just try it, words fail me. this may very well be a once-in-a-lifetime game

game froze midway through the opening. man, bad luck today. it gotr working in the end, and MAN does this make me feel like a game reviewer. the game isnt hard per se, i can beat all the levels pretty easily, but the game asks you to be pretty damn talented if you want those a ranks. replay the level, route the best way to kill everyone as efficiently as possible. by the end youre gonna feel like harding. i feel like the full games gonna be a bit to tough for my blood, but im gonna have a stellar time watching the action from the sidelines. catch this at GDQ 2026

yeah i uh. went back to play more. damn this is more fun than i thought itd be, this is a good ass roguelike

before you read on, let it be known that this is objectively one of the best made and well put-together games ive tried this entire festival and all of my gripes with it are from personal preference. trying this game has led me to understand what people enjoy about punch-out (its clear inspiration) better than any 15 minute video essay could: its a puzzle game that relies on twitch reflexes and trial-and-error. its your job as a player to be attentive to the bosses's minute difference of animation to tell you exactly how to dodge and exactly when to strike. thats a great game! i feel genuinely remiss that i dont like trial and error and split-second weaknesses, or else i wouldve enjoyed this game way more. if youre on the fence about it, please give it an honesty try, this game knows exactly what to be and how to be it. the animation is great, both from the perspective of telegraphing attacks and just looking fantastic, the games vibe and personality is choice, and the gameplay itself is tight as hell. please just give it a shot

i guess thats the beauty of a demo, huh? it lets you figure out if youre gonna like a game before you commit to it. i hope if you take anything away from this 3-part... idk what youd call it, i kinda just gave my opinion about shit. look, im trying to tell you to try these games out yourself, hopefully this helped you figure out what is and isnt worth trying according to your own personal taste. and if youre not sure, give it a try anyway. demos are free, yknow

[tlougayforellie]

Who You’ve become.

Abby x Reader

AU- where You and Abby have created a life together. Raised Lev as your guys son. But her anger and her vengeance against Ellie and Joel cause a divide.

—- sorry if this ass I wrote it quick because I had been thinking about daddy Abby—- not proof read cuz im lazy—-

*mean Abby* *fighting* *mentions of murder* *gay, very gay female reader*

“Abby!” Your voice echoed over the surrounding mountains. You were done with the silent game she was playing with you.

“I swear to fuck-“ you took a moment to think if you really wanted to do this- “I will take my ass back down this mountain and leave you here to wallow in your anger.”

Abby finally stoped, rocks crumbling beneath her feet as she turned to face you. Anger covered her freckled face, it was hard to believe that this was the same freckled face that made you lose your breath.

“Do it, Y/N. See if I give a shit.”

You weren’t sure if was the sudden icy air that stole your breath or Abbys use of your full name. A lump grew in your throat because you knew. You knew that Abby had another teenage girl on her mind.

“Give it up Abby!” Your shaky voice filled the silent mountain yow two stood atop.

Things had shifted between you guys since she found them. Abby had always had revenge on her mind but since killing Joel and breathing the same air as Ellie, she had changed. You wondered if Ellie Williams was doing the same thing to her family that Abby was doing to yours.

“I just- Why? Why!” You screamed at her in anger. Why let her talk? If she wanted to play the silent game then you would speak enough for the both of you.

“She did this!” Abby moved down closer to you, it scared you almost. The anger and swift movements towards you made you cower.

Anger melted into you now, but this anger was for your family not some stupid grudge that you couldnt get over. Abby always wanted to blame someone else, it was never her fault. That made boil over, why couldnt she admit she was the problem?

“Tore us apart? Tore your family apart? that was you Abby. Not Ellie, not Joel. You!”

You wiped away the hot tears that were streaming down your face. Everything revolved around Ellie Williams these days. Ever since that fateful day years ago. And then the fateful day that happened only months ago had refueled the fire you thought was burnt out. But clearly embers still smoldered inside of Abby all these years later.

“She kill-“ You cut Abby off before she could spit out her anger filled speech on the untimely death of her late father. Again she was trying to deflect the blame.

“Don’t. Do not blame this all on her. Your dad died and I’m so fucking sorry, Abigail. But this? This shit with us and Lev thats on you. I just don’t get it. You know you got your damn revenge. You murdered her father figure. Eye for an Eye. Now give it a rest. Why tear your family apart for her? Why can’t you just let her go?”

You stopped to take in Abby’s expression to see if any other emotion was present. You couldn’t see it if it was there. Not only could you feel Abbys tense presence but you could now feel Levs. He must have finally caught up.

Lev had been everything to Abby when you guys had first found him. He quickly and easily fit into the mold of the family you had begun creating with her. But as the months clicked on since the murder of Joel Miller at the hand of your lover, she had become distant. Slowly you and Lev were eating dinner together, slowly you were the only one teaching Lev survival skills and school lessons. Slowly but surely it became Lev, you, and the ghost of Abby.

“Abigail, I feel like you love the idea of Ellie being dead, more than you love Lev and I. And we’re going home now. So come if you want or don’t. we dont care anymore.”

You felt Lev’s small cold hand wrap around yours, something he hadnt done in a long time. His soft sniffles filled the silence between you and Abby. You knew this destroyed him as much as it did you. But you had to do what was best for your family, for him.

You so desperately wanted Abbys face to soften, for her to finally drop the tough girl act. For her to wrap her strong arms around Lev and you again. To feel like a family again. To go home with you guys. To stop being a stranger who lived alongside you and Lev.

“fine.” Her voice was stone cold.

You felt like a bullet had pierced through your heart. Like someone took a bat to your heart and just kept beating it until it was a million different pieces. This wasnt the answer you wanted. But it had been the one you expected. You knew Lev’s heart had shattered too by the way his fingers began to twitch in your hand.

Abby had already began heading back up the mountain. You felt the grip on your hand get tighter as Lev’s small frame tried to yank you in the other direction. Hot tears pooled down your face as you watched Abby walk away. God. You felt like your whole world had fell apart. 19 years old with a 13 year old kid you had chosen to raise with who you thought was your soulmate.

You stumbled back as Lev pulled on your arm. You couldnt let Abby have the last word, not this time. It wasnt about the anger you felt towards her or the pain she caused you hut the pain she caused your guys son.

“You’re just like her!” You yelled out despite the rock in your throat. Abby didn’t even stop, she just kept walking. You knew it stabbed Abby to hear that though. You used her deepest secret against her.

You finally gave into Lev’s tugging and turned back to head down the steep mountain side. You and Lev walked in a somber silence back down the mountain. You weren’t sure what to say to him. Abby and you had raised Lev like he was your own and truly he was your son. and now Abby was walking away. Leaving you as a single parent in this treacherous world.

“Do you think Abby will come back?” Lev’s voice was barely louder than a whisper.

“The only way she’s coming home is in a body bag or until Ellie Williams is dead.”

No other words needed to be spoken. Lev and you had an understanding of the silence you two shared. You had shared years with the family you had made with Abby and Lev. But today leaving the mountain your family divided.

“It’s just you and I again, bud.”

He gripped your hand tighter and you couldnt help but feel his pain too.

[chuluoyi]

You and some other lovely tumblr authors have rekindled my love to play lads again 😤 i first downloaded the game in march bc of the mc customisation lol but i felt very overwhelmed by everything and wasn’t too interested ig? but i ended up deleting the game since i couldnt rlly get into it 😭 Reinstalled it the other week and am hooked on but i suck at combat bc im not used to playing mobile combat games anymore :,) and team + protocore building is literally a challenge to me compared to hoyo games where its just a breeze. I’m stuck with like unleveled 3* protocores 💀 OHH BUT THE MISTY INVASION CARDS R SO SPICY AND FREAKY THAT I FEEL SO VIOLATED 😀 I HAVE ALL OF THEM (WASNT EVEN MY INTENTION) AND I ONLY SPENT ON XAVIER 😭 got raf first, dropped mula on xavier, lost to standard sylus, zayne at 3 pity then sylus from the gold crate 💀 IM NOT EVEN A ZAYNE GIRLY BUT HIS ONE WAS BY FAR THE MOST SUSSIEST IMO!!! Regarding our fav fics of ur delicious writing… for me it’s definitely the babysitters club (THIS WAS SO FUNNY I COULDNT STOP LAUGHING AT NOBARA AND YUJI BEING IDIOTS) and both parts of the gojo reincarnation au (i read it while listening to the song rec n bawled my eyes out) <3

hii nonnieee!🥹 omg that’s exactly me too bc i did play lads before but not really interested in it so i basically made a new account there :’) and you’re so right about the protocores bc i feel it too!!😭 it gives me flashbacks of grinding in genshin but somehow in lads protocore farming feels harder?😭

and YOU’RE SO LUCKY FOR GETTING ALL OF THEMM🥹 and HAHAH yes yes🙂‍↕️ zayne’s card wins this gacha i suppose bc it’s just so beyond suggestive with the rocking chair and kissing and—🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

and ooh!! i’m happy you love the reincarnation au bc it’s like my very first oneshots here!😭😭 i’m happy someone still remembers it :’D

[sheikah-simp]

Exile//Vilify, One Year Retrospective

Well folks, as of May 31st, 2023, it has officially been one whole year since the last update for Exile//Vilify was released, and it simultaneously feels like way longer than that and not very long at all. But, in celebration, I wanted to take some time to look back on my thoughts and ideas and processes that led up to the creation of this story, and share some appreciation for all that’s happened since then.

First of all, this book is massive, and it was way more massive than I thought it would be when I set off to write it. It is almost as long as Tolkein’s “Two Towers” and other similar novels—not what I was expecting when I went in to write an origin story about a character completely lacking in personality with no backstory. But if there is one thing I do, and do well, it is commit to the bit. And here, the bit was doing justice to a character I saw having so much potential but was, quite literally, doomed by the narrative, and built to be a throwaway character for a spinoff game consumed by his own hubris and never developed or mentioned again. And I thought to myself, “Man, that sucks! What would it be like to be him?” And the answer is: it would suck a lot, actually. But also in that vein, I still wanted to portray how his life was still a life worth living, and his story, one that was worth telling. Even if it is one that doesn’t “matter” to Nintendo or the LOZ franchise as a whole, even if it’s one I had to entirely make up grasping for straws, it is one that mattered to us. And that’s kind of the thesis of the entire book.

Many of you know I’m a Pokemon writer (hence username) and I never really intended to write in other fandoms, but I dont know what I expected. Something about this character just fucking gripped me, and I couldnt let myself stop until his story was out of me. But the thing is, I wasn’t super interactive within the Pokemon fandom. I had actually just ended a huge general life hiatus for mental health and had made a resolution to get back to what I love. The result of that was the completion of The Devil and the Dead Sea and the start of my hardenshipping series. But I just kind of dropped that book on AO3 when it was complete and then didnt interact with anyone. I wrote it and then uploaded it all at once, which didnt give me a lot of time or opportunity to develop a community and discuss updates. I had a few people who reached out, but nothing close to the type of community I’ve felt now.

I have been so full of love and blown away by the support I’ve received from this small but mighty niche in the community. So first of all, I just want to say thank you. I'm so glad that I could bring this story to life and so blessed to think of how many people it's touched. So now I just want to take a moment and look back on the book and how it started, what things changed, and where it's going and what's happening in the future.

Exile//Vilify's conception

Does it feel like a trial? Does it trouble your mind the way you trouble mine?

The band, The National, has inspired I think all of my fics to this point. After playing Age of Calamity, Astor had been swimming around so much in my head, especially since so much of his mysteries were unanswered. And one day blorbo was on my brain in just the correct way at just the correct time when I happened to be listening to a completely unrelated song from Portal 2, Exile Vilify. The book, of course, has nothing to do with Portal, but on that particular day, the lyrics really spoke to me of Astor and his potential struggles, and I became fascinated with the idea of him and his ideological square-off against the king: a man who was so set on defying prophecy and the man who, well, prophesied it.

So Exile//Vilify was born, to me, actually in the concept of a butting of heads between King Rhoam and Astor. I saw the song lyrics as a dialogue between the two of them, mutual antagonistic (but also troubled) feelings shared between them. So King Rhoam was actually going to have a much bigger role in my original vision for Exile//Vilify. In fact there was a toss up in my mind between whether or not he'd have an odd homoerotic rivalry thing for the king, or his crush on the queen, but--

But the simple fact of the matter is I found Rhoam super unlikeable and sadly couldn't find a good way to get into his head in a way that would be sustainable for a novel. So while the concept is what initially gripped me, Exile//Vilify ended up going in a different direction, although the inception of that concept is definitely still there. The closest I've gotten to writing my desired dynamic between Astor and the King was in "Prophecies to Waterfowl," a one-shot in my short stories compilation Stories from Exile. ("Prophecies to Waterfowl," aside from "Voe and You," is my favorite of my stories in that compilation).

Other things that were cut/changed in the writing process

When I realized the fic was getting as massive as it was, I wanted to streamline its focus and decided to cut down on some plotlines. I could have just left it was it was, because fic writing is about being self-indulgent, but I want to challenge myself to be a better writer than that. (Not that there is anything wrong with just writing to be self-indulgent, but I use my fics as my place to practice and get better, so I need to.. actually practice).

One of the biggest things that was therefore cut was the relationship between Astor and Ganondorf, and the implications of Astor's past lives. How Astor became the one selected by Ganondorf. Because in the fic, it just ended up seeming random, which was intentional. Fate is merciless and random and does not pick and choose, while also picking and choosing.

There were going to be more Astor and Ganon dream scenes planned, and a plotline of Astor's "awakening" somewhere along the line where he unlocked visions of his past as a different kind of royal seer--the seer to Ganondorf. There are hints of this in the dreams, but nothing concrete.

Still, the idea of what "could be" still fascinates me, and I love the idea of exploring the idea of Astor as Ganondorf's reincarnated seer, and I have a one shot that I am currently working on that explores this very concept, and can be considered canon (or semi-canon) to Exile//Vilify. I hope to have that out... soon. Ish. Eventually. I have a lot cooking right now.

Other honorable mentions:

Astor was going to have more blatant romantic feelings for Rose.

Astor was going to have more blatant romantic (or complicated) feelings for Rhoam.

The contention between Ganondorf trying to push Astor into evil and Thelem agreeing to block Ganon from Astor in the meantime was also going to be explored more, but Ganondorf got his last laugh on that eventually.

Even more fucking Order of the Seers stuff (culture, rituals, etc)

Chapters of Astor stalking Link and Zelda leading up to the awakening of the Calamity

More Yiga scenes (my little teen Kohga gives me oxygen) and Astor building a cult following of people who worship Ganon

Astor having basically a weird prophetical drug addiction to the "high" of witnessing the Great Calamity in his visions (this is kind of implied in the book, but not expanded on)

All of these things, ultimately, were great ideas, and things I'd love to explore and maybe will some day if I'm ever inspired enough on any of them to write anything concrete. They were just things that slightly detracted from the story I wanted to tell. But that's why I keep Stories from Exile around.

So What's Next?

As I mentioned, I have a few things Exile//Vilify related still in the works. The first is that Astor/Ganondorf one shot I was talking about. (Likely going to be called "Prophet to a Gerudo King.") I also have a secret surprise fic commission that is also Astor/Ganondorf related and involves an AU and the Stories from Exile universe ;) (that one will hopefully be out soon).

I have a lot of things on my Stories from Exile list that were not out yet, and I may revisit them if I'm feeling or have the time. I'd love to keep updating that one every now and again, now that Exile//Vilify is complete, just to keep the world alive.

I also am planning on doing a limited, hard-cover release of Exile//Vilify to celebrate its publication. I have a great team of people who have been slowly helping me copyedit this massive beast so I can get it printed from a self-publishing company. It will not be publicly listed for sale, as it is illegal for me to sell or make money off of it. This hardcover will only be available to obtain for those who contact me on tumblr during a specific time frame. That time frame is not now. When I have a more clear set date for that, I will circulate posts. You will have to cover the cost of shipping and maybe some of the printing depending on what the cost is on my end, but the book will be free. It will likely be 500+ pages. It will likely happen by the end of the year.

That said, as the book nears being printed, if you would like to lend a hand proofreading, there is still time!! Please just DM me. You will have the option to be credited in the hardcover if you'd like.

And finally, you'll still be able to find me here, and updating in my other writing. I still really love receiving asks about this book, so please never be a stranger to my inbox. Sometimes I have more energy and power to reply than others, but every ask always makes my day.

I have planned "Trouble Will Find Me," which is a Thelem and Azelphir prequel that will detail some of the stuff that I didn't have time to develop about the Order of the Seers, and Thelem's origin story. This one I might just release all in one chunk - uncertain right now. At that point though... isn't that kind of just original fiction.... set in the BOTW world???? Unsure.

I'll also be returning to my Pokemon series, The Dead Sea Trilogy, if you have any interest in that fandom or my other writing.

That's all I have for you! Thank you all so much for an amazing year (really more than that, since I've been posting about this big honkin' thing since December 2020...) and thank you so much for being such a great community. I can't wait to see where else this journey leads.

[pikawarrior]

Welcome back to reaper talks bitches, i just finished my first playthrough of Shadows Over Loathing and have already started on my second and

Oh.

My.

Gods.

I fucking love this game. I mean its made by the people who made of my favorite games ever, West of Loathing so yeah im gonna enjoy it.

But this, this is new, this limits me in sooo many different ways but also opens up the game in ways i couldnt have imagined

[Alot of spoiler filled ramblings of a mad man slightly broken by a weird time/dimension loop that are only vaguely understandable under the cut]

Okay first off, not picking you class right at the very very start is great weirdly enough, atleast for me.

It gave me time to see the world through the basic unfiltered lens of someone who has an idea whats to come cuz of me playing the previous game but also no clue as the game hasnt given me any story yet.

Literally, it starts off with you having a copy of LOOK magazine on your face. You also get to really choose your look or well hair situation mainly, you're a stick person hair and accessories are all you got and its early game soooo

But anygays, it doesnt give you story till thr bus ride and even then you dont know your class or if there will even be classes!

I choose pigskinner or whatever my head is running at a million miles per hour rn cuz this hyperfixation is really new and free so double the speed of thoughts

And yeah i could have tried something new especially since 2 out of my 3 wol saves were that game's pigskinner class (cow puncher(?)) But come on, i like my familiar class also i suck as magic/effect heavy builds outside of my spamming of stuff like bleed or on fire

But anygays, the uncursing stuff is super fun tho pretty confusing. Thankfully you cant mess them up to my knowledge, they really test you puzzle skilss and you remembering that most things in this game are interactable (very very important)

Also omg i love any chance to piss a narrator and there are some great ones, the main ones that i can remember rn is the one about you working at all these different places and even being employee of the month despite you either being super young or not born at that time. And the one about you digging wet globs of hair out of sinks, mainly at frat houses. Gross i know, but i fucking dug through every single spittoon in wol, nothing can stop me anymore

The narrator def regrets following this dumbass (me) around but they cant leave so HA

But back to the uncursing, the sickle curse was actually super scary. Like that scarecrow was after ME, not the person i was currently in the body of, no he was after ME, my character also nick come on buddy you dont take loans/favors from The Shadows, thats like rule #265, your ass deserved a lawnmowing.

Also wtf i got sent the lawnmower i made with a note that said "see you in 66 years" or something like that. Like HELLO???? WHICH BITCH GOT MY ADDRESS AND WHO WANTS A PIECE OF ME AND MY LAWNMOWER

Seriously the sickle curse was hands down the scariest part of a game ive played in years and ive somewhat play resident evil 7

Also gods i love the to do list, don't get me wrong i loved asking my companions for reminders but this is super convenient and go for when my companion cant you know, accompany me somewhere

Plus being able see everything together and whats a main quest vs a side quest helps. And making my own notes in game helps since i still havent gotta a notebook for my gaming notes yet

Also the whole thing with the mob was great, 10/10 i love being chaotic and getting paid the big bucks for it. Seriously its worth it and theres even some more pacifist options in those quest lines to. Im very much a nice person to my core despite my nature darkness and chaos, so being able to handle things nicely or well with limited blood shed is nice. Also helps with you, like me, tend to avoid battles you dont gotta fight. Its also a nice puzzle sometimes cuz i cant just shove like 9 different thing down my throat and kick ass. Its one potion and one food at a time.

The combat is definitely different but more in a "its harder to be able to wipe everyone out in seconds" then a "heres a whole new system to learn good luck"

In wol its stupidly easy atleast for me to become a lesser god and wipe out half the map basically even during early game. Tho thats mainly cuz of my past experience and cuz i was raised really good and weirdly so my skills work with this-

But in sol the fights are actually pretty tough, i found myself really rationing my items out even in late game but also heavily relying on them and effects

Which btw go fucking on items and stuff that cause effects like bleed and on fire, trust me its actually kinda necessary

Also the last(?) fight (and the optional golem fight) are like stupidly hard even with all tbr help (finale(?)) While the golem is apparently a push over yet also god number two idk im working on it, apparently they didnt play test it and honestly it kinda shows (neutral)

ALSP WTF IS THAT BITCH AT THE FUNAL LIKE HOKY HELL DO NOT BE AFIARD MY ASS THAT A BIBLICALLY ACCURATE ANGEL WITHOUT WINGS RIGHT THERE AND ITS ABOUT TO SEND ME TO HELL PERSONALLY

Also i fucking lost, i can go back but i decided to learn from my mistakes by starting fresh instead of fixing them after they've already been made

AND im gonna help more people, im gonna save those two kids from that monster that haunts their family, im gonna help rufus find my past/other self from the first game, IM GONNA HELP EVERYONE I CAN ESPECIALLY THE ONES I FAILED BEFORE

Reaps now signing off to work on MEP parts see yall in like another 6 months

[slifarianhawk]

Chapter 4: the trick that opened the gateway

I strode in to the room, my eyes fixed on Wesker. Clicking my tongue in disgust, I dropped the Tyrants head and kicked it towards his feet.

"Consider this a gift from my teacher, she loathed the T-002 model Tyrants with a burning passion. Even Surgei's bodyguards felt the blunt force of her hatred more than once." I spat the line I had been throwing about my head for a while. It is quite hard to talk about ones self in a third person perspective.

"So you were an Umbrella operative I take it then. Sadly, I know longer have a care for them." He spoke throwing my back pack at me, "Prepare to suffer, if you manage to give me a good fight I might let you live."

I caught the bag and pulled out a metal bracelet with a dragon head on it and put on my wrist. The next piece would make my plan come to fruition. I pulled out a blue and black Umbrella pendant with a projector and a blood scanner built in. Once it was touched by my blood the message will play, a truly cruel joke upon my self to act as the dead......

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FLASHBACK [russia 2002]

Warning death ahead!

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I held her bleeding body, tears streamed down my face. Out in the frigid temperatures of the Russia wastelands, I held my dying student. I shivered in the snow putting pressure on the bullet wound in the center of her chest.

"GOD DAMN IT ALISTAR! I DIDN'T TELL YOU TO DO THIS." I screamed, as her grey eyes opened in sorrow.

A soft chuckle escaped her blood stained lips, "At least I put your plan to start. I heard that recording... I wouldn't allow that to pass. You deserve to be free of Vladimir's control, to be able to go save the man you love from Spencers plans." She coughed very hard blood shot up from the wound and her mouth.

"The hell do you mean! Alistar, my Albert was lost a long time ago. I told you that." I spoke pulling a tampon out of my side arm holster, quickly unwrapping it trying to use it to stop the bleeding. She pushed my hand away laughing softly.

"Tabitha no T-T, look at the path ahead of you, it is one I could never keep up with.... My body is comparable to Arch Angel...not a match. They were going to send me out to die next mission. At least here I die by my..... c-choice not theirs. They may be the ones who took my life but at least in the end I showed them that I'm not a p-puppet. You will get through to him with that plan you thought of. You just needed the push to take the first step, I'm giving it to y-you-u. Use me as your queen in your game, s-shadow-s g-g-guide y-y-yo-u-u....."

At that she took her last breath. In her hand were three data sticks that were marked. One said W.C.P. The next one said Angelis. The last one had an Umbrella emblem, Surgei's personal back up files.

I shook my head. She was right, I couldnt keep letting them get in my way i had to steep deeper in to the shadows. I made up my mind then and there, to destroy them I must die and she shall live. I grabbed my knife and slit down under my left eye. The wound healed near instantaneously but it was deep enough to leave a scare that matched hers.

"Rest in peace Alistar Lancaster or should I say, my long lost daughter." Tears mixed in blood slid down my face as I walked away, knowing soon enough she'd be covered in snow. Her favorite thing.

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END OF FLASHBACK

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I gripped the necklace and put it over my neck. I cracked my neck by swiftly rolling it. I knew not to win this fight. My victory would be get blood drawn and smear it on the pendant. The rest will fall in to place.

"A good fight you say, my teacher was the best hand to hand fighter Umbrella had." I grabbed my knife sheath and equipped it to my belt storing my blade in its proper home.

"We shall see about that..." He said with a dismissive tone.

At this point tension was so thick it could be cut with a butter knife and spread on toast. I stalked over my grey contacts hiding the ice cold blue that raged beneath. If I were to be completely honest with my self, this isn't what I wouldnt of wanted, I'd rather run to his arms showing I was alive. Then mine and Alistars plans would be destroyed. It was time to test the water.

"Che I'm not scared of a little black cockroach." I just chummed the water and there is a massive shark now about to go into a frenzy.

He charged foreward, lunging at my chest. I dropped to the floor and slammed my heel into his ankle. With a growl he grabbed his ankle. I saw his speed first hand when I was running from him. Even my own abilities of speed were no where that level. I knew to at least survive the next three minutes, I'd needed to slow him down.

"Not bad, but you've trapped your self." He picked me up amd chucked me easily in the the other side of the room.

I twisted in the air regaining a hold of my surroundings and slammed my feet on the ground. With a minor motion, my blade left its sheath. After all, I was never one for playing fair, I had something to take it over the edge as well. Vladimir said I had a knack for "mental" warfare.

"Is that all you got!" I shouted knowing what I was about to say was going to either end in one of two ways: him not caring or unlocking a fury only matched by my hatred of Umbrella, "IF THAT IS ALL YOU CAN DO NO WONDER YOU COULDN'T SAVE HER FROM VLADIMIR! IT'S YOUR FAULT SHE SUFFERED. IT'S YOUR FAULT TABITHA ,MY TEACHER, IS DEAD!"

I nearly gagged at the vicious lie I had just spoke.  The air in the room suddenly got cold. Wesker was standing completely still facing away from me. He slowly twisted his head his eyes radiating a deep red, they were glowing with burning malice. He ripped off his shades and stomped on them.

That expression I knew it all to well he was pissed the FUCK OFF. It did exactly what I thought it would and more than likely he wanted to kill me.

"You dare tell me about my wife. If I could of I'd of ripped her from  Surgei!" He growled darkly.

"But you didn't and insteaded of being ripped from him...she was raped by him on a nightly basis." I spoke recounting my torturous five years under his control.

He let out a dark scream filled with pure rage and malcontent. I just probably pissed him of to the point were if it was back when we where living together I'd be sleeping on the outside sofa. It was time for my plan to go in to action.

"Che seems I touched a nerve, pathetic!" I spat quickly side stepping avoiding a charging Wesker.

"We will see who is pathetic once I plunge my hand through your chest." He screamed out.

In a mere second notice he had gone from four meters away to directly infront of my shocked figure. His left hand pulled back ready to strike my chest just as he said."Predictable!" I said as i swatted his hand with a fraction my speed.

"Predictable?",he chuckled. With lightning fast speed his right hand struck my diaphragm.

I was in agony, my throat flooded with blood forcing me to cough. Scarlet splattered on the floor as blood dripped down my mouth and neck, completely covering the pendant in blood."Did you predict that.",he chuckled.

As I was gasping for air on my hands I felt a kick to the side of my head deafing my left ear. When I tried to get up Wesker delivered a ferocious right to my chest. The force of his kick sent me flying to the cement wall, the necklace falling on in front of him. He won the battle but the match was mine.

"Blood scan complete, one recorded message, from Tabitha Redfield Wesker." A robotic female voice spoke from the pendant.

"Alistar what have you gotten yourself into now?" My voice rang out from the pendant.

At that I chuckled, for the greatest trick the devil ever played was convincing the world she did not exist. At the sound of my voice I drifted into a dreary black. My pain giving away to the tendrils of unconsciousness.

[speaking-at-the-theater]

watching and dreaming

WATCHING AND DREAMING! i’ve got popcorn and soda ready :D 

OH SHIT

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the in-between? yay?

funky little in-between places between worlds, the unknown, the in between, the nowhere realm, gotta love them

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FUCK

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AMITY VS LUZ! the fight to the death literally no one wanted!

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oh shit. poor…..everyone!

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terribly sad moment but the color coordination or purple+green+red´+yellow+blue was great (couldnt get a pic w amity’s hair in it that didnt exclude hunter

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gotta love those tiny details in dream sequences that remind the mc that something is wrong. toh is so good at that, keeping consistency across eps! a witch’s duel was introduced in s1, and yet now they are recalling the concept, drawing attention to it, in a way

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it’s interesting how ‘light’ here also has implications of truth, reality, knowledge. reminds me of hs in a way, though ik the idea is not exclusive to that

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family reunion time!

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rai-rai? really?

collector is soo cute!

collector is just an amoral child propaganda yes!

(can you guys tell i love collector???)

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spiders are cool yes!!

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wow! character who does bad stuff but doesnt realiza it’s bad? sign me right up! i love collector, did you know that?

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the interesting contrast of childish innocence plus terrible atrocities is always fun to watch

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watcha playing eyyy!!

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love how luz, eda and king are kind of showing collector what his games feel like (getting injured, painful) for them, while being part of the games themselves! i imagine this si setting up for a ‘stop! this isnt funny anymore’ ‘well, that’s what everyone else feels too’ moment

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poor collectorrrr nhghhshshshsh new fave character ig

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O COLLECTOR IS THEY THEM I DIDNT NOTICE

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love this shot

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collector is so like a child, they encounter a feeling they dont like and immediately become mean

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couldnt help but notice their eyes were without that white dot- kinda like the amity-puppet, yk?

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collector spinel kinnie, also older-collectors are archivists? cool

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ok so my predictions about the archvists taking collector in where wrong, cool. might wanna do something with that later tho

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man that’s- that’s sad. collector literally got abandoned by their siblings, and then made new friends, just to see their siblings practically genocide everyone there, just for one of their friends to blame them for that and trap them in an empty dimension for a lot of years (and obviously leaving collector w some trauma). even if they dont say it in grown-up words, what happened to them was awful

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luz collector parallels yes!

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fuck you belos! go raine!

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texts i found

-liar

-i gave up my palisman for you (i think?)

-im done

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oh they really said ‘go big or go home’ w the horror here didnt they? 

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i think it’s cute, seeing luz tell her story of the owl house. kinda like those end of movie narration where the mc describes what they learned. very…heartwarming, excuse me while i cry bc this is the series finale

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the knee! i love that theme of ‘can you hear the world singing?’ i’ve seen in so many other places. real magical. and TITAN MAGIC?? gimme.

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no but fr they baby

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collector saying a baby could do what it took luz like 6 eps to learn

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i love!!!!! the idea that luz and the titan/isles are connected to eachother, have loved it since i first came upon it in s1, i should do a (heavily canon divergent basically full on au) fic of it.

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at first i heard ‘he must really like you’ as ‘he was really like you’ and honestly i like both.

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‘hear that?’ ‘hear what?’ didnt that also happen last ep? i’ve been watching so much media it’s mixing around in my head

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oof. collector recognizing raine’s earring. 

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oh?? collector tell us your plan??

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‘kindness and forgiveness’ wont help you now collector.

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also isnt belos kinda a titan now??? should he be inmune to collector’s magic?

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what a load of second-hand embarrassment

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collector is such a child!! they see a new rule in this game we call life and they assume it always applies and are surprised when it doesnt! .

‘no, you did good, collector’ yes!! bc collector wasnt completely in the wrong for wanting to understand belos! it means they learned from what luz taught them!! it’s not their fault belos is an asshole!

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wow! for everyone who thought king was gonna be the petrified one this season, not quite!

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that silent ‘oh no’ look

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no dont say that!! that’s sad!!! i’m sad now!!

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luz! light! she became light!!

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gotta love ‘tiny golden sparks representing magic through a connection with the world surrounding you’ sounds too specific but both toh and spop have done it!

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collector i gte you’re grieving but please stop putting yourself in dangerous situations you have to be rescued from

even so: ‘the archivists arent here! the couldnt have taken her!’ noooo

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oh. luz’s…..shards, return to the stars. the light glyph is written in the stars. huh.

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‘i should have thanked them’ oh. bc everytime they get separated, the separated party thanks luz (‘luz, thank you for being in my life’ ‘thank you for being my big sister’)

i’m crying now.

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KING’S DAD????

i should be more surprised but this was set up since the beginning

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‘luz is a noceda! you know what that means? it means she’s too strong to let any of this bring her down’ literally!! the name noceda means ‘don’t give up/yield’ theory of language my beloved

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‘I’m sorry for everything!’ reminds me of catra. damn. and ‘i don’t want anyone else to go missing……’

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i need the music for the titan luz scene.

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love this logo?? bc 1 it reminds me of the solar system which correlates w the space theme we’ve got going but also, it reminds me of like, connection. how mixing glyphs together makes them stronger. how luz’s strength is in her friends, her attachments, her connection to the world!

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OH!!! THE INTRO LEITMOTIF IN THE TITAN LUZ SCENE!!!

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is that collector screaming????

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no he looks like a cat fr

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no but??? the isles being overtaken by green vegetation?? utterly natural for humans (belos, and to an extent luz) but utterly alien to the people of the isles?? then luz giving back the red vegetation??? smth about accepting other people’s differences even if they dint align w yours???

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gotta love all the callbacks this ep is doing. i could make a compilation of them but it’s like they’re saying ‘we know this is the end, but remember the journey’ remember remember remember ughhhhhh toh will never die.

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love how all the glyphs have their natural element form, but also other connotations! the light glyph deals w light, but also knowledge, truth (it helps wake up the people of the isles) but also the obscuring of truth (the invisibility glyph) while fire is both fire and like, movement, the sphere titan!luz travels in is made of fire glyphs while the teletransporting spell has a fire glyph in the middle, light also seems to have themes of ife? and it makes sense for fire to be movement: the more hot something is, the more the atoms in it aare moving and just…. hajdjakd.

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eda’s requiem???

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what the fuck  is going on here what does that do

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also ‘i am the good witch luz child of the human real student of the demon realm’ YES????? BC SHE’S NO LONGER PRETENDING TO BE SOMEONE ELSE, SHE’S ACCEPTED WHO SHE IS AND WHERE SHE COMES FROM

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MORE CALLBACKS

collector seeing the hex-children and curling up…… gonna save this

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whoa!! belos is a bastard!! come on, still attepmting to manipulate luz??

also ‘you’re human, you’re better than this’ ‘WELL WE AINT’ (stomps) YESSSS 

and the acid rain not hurting luz….nice detail. the titan does look upon her

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’Hunter deamonne is canon!!’

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uh??? no- no more glyphs???????  nooo

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my babies!!!! theyre all so grown up now

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in remembrance of flapjack 

ToT

…..

i’m going to cry now. bye

i have no grand speech about how much this means to me, mostly bc there are no words to describe it. it’s just…..thank you, TOH, for being in my life.

[doginurbloodstream]

i am bive from regretevator!

i dont particularly miss the regretevator universe.. i do enjoy the game though

i know two infected fictionkins, one of which is also unpleasant gradient and poob!

id say im a 3/10, i tend to be a very rational person (i think)

bive is unlabled mspec but wlw and im aroace transmasc

my fictionkin identity doesnt really effect daily life, if at all. it has to be triggered by specific bive related things. the closest its gotten is wanting to yell out "me" whenever the npc me entered the elevator while i was playing with my friend, who does not know im a fictionkin, so there was like an awkward pause where i stopped myself, and then yelled bive. there are random bits of dysphoria i guess, i dont like talking in third person, but its mild and i can get past it.

my fictionkin experience is mainly unpleasant (gradient) unfortunately. shifts are euphoric but also stressful. i tend to have to consciously ground myself a bit, because i have felt like im being watched in the past. i knew/know i wasnt, i just couldnt shake the feeling. i mean coming up with theories for the game where i can just completely let lose is fun, however it is saddening that i will probably never come up with a real one.

death note, touch tone telephone (i was based on that song so its not surprising), and i recently realized the backrooms does too. theres more im not thinking of

im not sure, its not psychological and i think dont believe in most spiritual things. its probably a multiversal thing, but i dont know from there so i usually just say unlabeled.

i do experience shifts! they are always triggered tho, thankfully. i dont get them too often. the first two shifts i had were me being paranoid abt things (the very first one was very out of control, but i was sleep deprived and depressed at the time). the second time i talked about two questions ago. i didnt have any shifts for awhile after that until i my plushie arrived, and i stayed up quite a bit just missing mediamates. that was rough. my later shifts were triggered by trying to come up with theories for the game, altho i wasnt aware i was shifted, until later, i thought i was just excited. the theories were really unhinged, and i thought i was a genius. it was rly fun tho. harmless shift. today i had a brief shift, i was looking at a bive fictionkin stimboard, and there was like a liminal space gif + music was playing, and it looked.. all too much like the lab. i started crying a bit, even tho i do not think have kinmemories, but it ended pretty quickly cuz my friend msged me a joke and the shock value got to me lol. ive also had phantom shifts, but not much recently. i may have had tail shifts, but its difficult to differentiate between kintypes

my media is regretevator on roblox! i do cringe at it sometimes tbh.

when i see fanart, it sort of feels like it was made FOR me specifically lol. what i know abt my canon heavily aligns with the fanon designs so thats cool. when it doesnt align i do feel a bit off tho- like no, that isnt me. you got it wrong. ironically this happened with a recent canon update, when they added melanie WHO IS DEAD. she was supposed to BE dead and STAY dead. and then also, why do i welcome her back?? why am i so friendly?? i mean i get that shes like friends or smth with split, but i just dont trust her. i have no reason not to, i just dont. that is WRONG. you. NO. get OUT.

ooh ooh! i like this question. i have a large, reptile-like (but hairy) non-prehensile tail! my hands and feet are clawed, with only 4 digits. for my feet i have like thumb things coming out of my heels, similar to a bird. i likely am very similar the upcoming remodel, but i cant confirm as i have not seen it. i just know im not a roblox character, and the previews of splits remodel feel very familiar.

ah.. ships. i dont see much of them outside me n split. if i do i just think its a bit weird, and move on. i wish i was seen as more than just someone who likes her. theres more to me. the majority of bive fans are mainly spive fans. i decided to look myself up on tumblr and i was just flooded with shipart. there is MORE TO ME. I AM MORE THAN HER. PLEASE SEE ME FOR ME.

in current lore me and split have feelings for each other (cant relate, im aro, but spive is in my canon tho) and are GOING to confess but that has not happened yet. i feel kinda weird abt it since i have very mixed feelings on romance, but i think we are a thing in my canon, because MY GOD I MISS SPLIT SO MUCH. I MISS HER.

Alex's fictionkin ask game!

(mostly for fictional characters)

🌲 - what is your fictotype?

🪲 - do you miss your home? Or maybe you're happy that you're here?

🐸 - do you have any sourcemates? If yes, who/what are they?

🌳 - in scale 1-10, how are you similar to your canon?

🌿 - does your fictotype have a different sex/gender identity than your body/you?

☘️ - what aspect of life does your identity affect the most?

🪴 - is your fictionkin experience unpleasant or enjoyable for you?

🍃 - what reminds you of your fictotype? (E.g.: a figurine, a doll, a tv series)

🌄 - on what level is your identity? (E.g. spiritual, psychological, psychical)

🐢 - do you experience shifts? Of yes, how do they look like?

🥝 - what is your source?

🐛 - how do you feel about fanarts of you and fanfictions?

🌵 - do you look exactly like in your source or do you look different? If you do, then what is different?

🥀 - what do you think about ships with you?

🦕 - do you have/had a loved one in your source?

♪♪♪

So, yeah, that's all! :D

Reblog this, so the others can ask you questions or answer them all right now, if you want to :>

[tottymatsuno]

Recently my vision of me and totty has become a lot clearer. Back in the summer i hooked up with this guy and had pretty much the ideal experience i always picture with totty

But it was a one night stand, anyways i remember immediately after it happened I was pretty sad since he didn't wanna see me again, and ive been trying to understand exactly what it was about that encounter that made me so happy, aside from it literally being a one-shot scenario i couldve written about totty years ago

And i realized it was bc the guy had a pretty cute face, he looked like a lesbian (i showed like 2 ppl his pic and they agreed), and his selfies and pictures he'd send were very attractive, and he was too except irl he just kept smiling. And at first I was uncomfortable with it, bc ive never seen someone so happy to see me before? Usually with other adults you learn how to restrain yourself, and are fairly guarded, if not anxious.

But ive never had someone basically react to my presence like i was literally a gift brought in. Nobodys ever been so happy to see me that they couldnt control their face, or stop smiling at all. He looked pretty ugly actually from how hard he was cheesing, and it was pretty off-putting at first. Especially bc he was very adamant on kissing, which i think personally, is a lot more intimate than sex, and made me look into his eyes a lot

Anyways ig that was the first time in my life someone's ever wanted me that badly, and its kinda changed how i see relationships and the possibility to be desired

And since i thought the whole encounter was very similar to how id be with totty, and the fact that in multiple games or whatever that i play, he often has a crush on my character first, to a silly degree, i thought itd be so wonderful if thats how he sees me too.

Ig its less of, do i want toxic yuri/yaoi, or something dysfunctional, or even just him to match my freak, but instead i want everything we do together to have that sort of childlike wonder, where hes too excited amd forgets how to guard himself around me. Because my existence is like somebody tellinf him that he can eat this entire cake by himself, and as much as he wants

I do think the elements of drama/conflict and tragedy are fun, but im starting to really frame it as just that - its fun and stimulating. We would be playing together and creating stories rather than enacting true cruelty to each other.

This could be me and him if he were fuckinf real

[sharksrcool2]

lovely screenplay i made and very unfortunately couldnt enact

*very quiet hospital music playing*

*door opening sound effect*

*walking sound effect*

superman: hey there little guy, its me superman

3 year old with stage 4: goo

superman: haha ok man,, yea thats thats a good one

3 year old with stage 4: goo ga. goo gaga.

superman: ha,, yea. um. you know i guess so right i mean i am superman i guess i would be the guy to call if we um, wanted to use freeze breath all homeless people every winter and uh if we were to um you know use heat vision wind in the summ-

3 year old with stage 4: gag googer.

superman: ….my address isnt anywhere in the comics. where did you find that why do you know my address 

*door opening sound effect*

nurse: hii how are we doing? 

aww hey buddy, are you having a good time with superman?

3 year old with stage 4: googoo

nurse: awww i bet

superman: he just said a slur how is no one hearing him say this

nurse: ok well sounds like hes just learning your name *loud alarm with caption gender ambiguous nurse can morally say this slur* mister superfaggot😊 let me just do some diagnostics then ill be out of here quicker than a gender ambiguous lover from your life haha

*clipboard sound* *pen clicking sound* 

uh huh… uh huh…. yea. pretty standard for a 3 year old with stage 4….

*pen clicking sound* ok! ill leave now, have fun ☺️☺️☺️

*door opening sound* 

*door closing sound*

superman: …*ahem* ok

superman: anything you.. wanna do, kiddo? maybe like a puzzle with superman? you know?

3 year old with stage 4: goo?

superman: a game, yea.

3 year old with stage 4: gaga? ga.. googoo gaga?

superman: uh, sure. i guess you could say im offering for you to play a game with m-

previously hidden news anchor coming out from under the bed: *news anchor voice* welcome back to how to catch a predator; today, we’re here with mister clark superman!

clark kent: my last name isnt superman its just superman its first name no last name just superman 

news anchor : now, mister kent, if that even is your real name- 

clark kent: its not my name is superman

news anchor: *winking sound effect* well, while that may or may not be the case,

clark kent: *being spoken over* it isnt

news anchor: *continuing* , youve just been caught ON CAMERA telling this three year old boy that you wanted to play a GAME with him. *whispering to audience* though, i dont know if this is just me, but im not surprised. i mean, his clothes look right out of the childrens section; and you know what they always say, dress for the job you want,, amiright? 

*back to news anchor voice* well, mister kent, how does that make you feel? 

*mic being shoved into face sound* *pushing it back down*

superman: ug, well, i, ack, *struggling to shove it away* urgh,,,,

*sigh*

ok, stop. this script doesnt make any sense. im a make a wish actor- 

news anchor, no longer doing the 

voice: superman.

superman: im SUPERMAN here by request of the 3 year old because hes got cancer. dont most make a wish people play games with them or something to bond? id never get on catch a predator for that.

*hospital music stops* 

3 year old with stage 4 taking out the fake baby teeth: well its still sketchy

superman: also, wouldnt a 3 year old be talking by now? why didnt we just make him talk if i can understand him anyway?

3 year old with stage 4: i mean then the nurse would be useless we cant scrap the nurse

news anchor: ok man, youre kinda ruining this. you know this is my passion right? this is my VISION for the story

3 year old with stage 4: yea man its the gender ambiguous producers vision. i think its genius

superman: well i get that but i mean i dont get why this is the story in the first place like you know ACTUAL superman doesnt come visit make a wish kids right? its an actor. hes not real

news anchor, tearing up: hes real. hes real and he visited me. right?

3 year old with stage 4: *patting on back sound* yea man he did. 

superman:… im sorry, i-i didnt know.. i just thought that-

3 year old with stage 4: eric i think you should leave