#anyway i love them and i miss them and the idea of them going to pride together makes me So Happy

[redux-iterum]

Salute to a Brief, Precious Companion

I just came home from the vet. If you missed the notice on Friday, Rocky has been euthanized due to failing health. I'm a little bit of a mess right now, so apologies if this post isn't coherent or it's overly-emotional. I just feel I should pay my respects and tell you all Rocky's story. Be prepared. This is a long one.

This was Rocky. Nicknames included Wocky, Rocky-Pocky, Rockadocious, and Little Man. He was an incredibly sweet and incredibly skinny critter who somehow even Jupiter outsized. I only had him for 7 or 8 months, but what lovely months they were.

Rocky came to me from a horrible situation - someone who is technically part of the family (and do I dearly wish they weren't) is one of the worst pet owners I've ever seen in my life, and he regrettably had Rocky for over 10 years. That is, 10 years trapped in a single room with a connected bathroom where his rarely-cleaned litterbox (singular, shared with multiple cats) was located. He didn't have anything: no comfort, no entertainment, pellets that could barely pass for cat food, and no attention. This was supposedly to save him from a dog that had a habit of killing every small animal it came across, but once that dog died, as did Rocky's companions, he still wasn't allowed out of that room because the idiot didn't want cat fur all over his furniture. Mind you, his dishes in the pantries had dust all over them, if that tells you how he lives his life.

Anyway, a relative of his called me and begged me to take Rocky, being unable to stand his solitude and wails for affection any time she went to that house. I wasn't looking for another cat at the time, but I agreed, on the condition that the former owner pay for the initial vet visits and whatever treatments were needed. Rocky was very visibly unwell when I saw him - underweight, crooked-backed and smelling of sickness. I never had a high opinion of his owner in the first place, but as time went on and I saw the effects of Rocky's ailments and the consequences of him never seeing a vet in those 10 years... well. If murder was legal.

Rocky's first 2 weeks in my house were disastrous. He attacked Moses, Jupiter and Moonshine any time he saw them, had no idea that he wasn't allowed to just pee wherever he wanted, and was frightened and confused by toys. It took several months for him to understand the concept of batting a ball around for fun, and he never did fully get that sleeping on a soft pile of blankets is much nicer than a hard table. I was extremely close to seeking out another home for him, certain that this wasn't going to work and I had just ruined the energy of the house for my other poor cats.

But somehow, Rocky turned around! He realized the other cats weren't a threat to him (all three of them are excellent at handling tense situations with fellow felines, and they never struck back or hissed at him during his rampage), and started seeking them out for companionship. Of course, it had been a few years since he'd seen another living cat, and he'd kind of ruined his initial impression on them with his poor behavior, so it took a while for them to fully relax around him. He and Jupiter very quickly were forced to become friends as both of them wanted on my lap at all times and weren't willing to give up their seat to each other. They eventually sought each other out and would sleep together even without me being there.

Rocky practiced being friendly on Jupiter, including grooming him. Amusingly, Rocky didn't quite remember how to groom another cat, so he ended up licking the fur the wrong way and getting Jupiter all slobbery, like a dog had licked his head. Jupiter never minded, purring along and letting Rocky do his thing.

Moonshine was more hesitant to let Rocky sit on her or curl up by her, but Moonshine's never held a grudge in her life and conceded towards the latter third of our time with him.

Moses...

Well, y'all know Moses. He was just as grumpy with this other old man as he is with everyone else. Though interestingly, over this weekend, he was unusually kind to Rocky, and actively laid down next to him and let Rocky touch him.

In fact, everyone was extra nice this weekend. I suspect they knew something was up from my energy and mood. They were sticking close to me as well.

As Rocky got more comfortable in the house, he really showed his personality. He followed me around everywhere, couldn't force out a loud meow if his life depended on it, wanted on my lap at all times (making up for a decade of loneliness, I guess), and demonstrated a sweetness and cheerfulness that couldn't be beat. He was, by far, the best at taking medicine that I have ever experienced with a pet. He would swallow his pills with no struggle and allowed me to give him shots of vitamins without so much as a twitch. It's extra-impressive for how long he went without those things. Really, his only fault was that he would have accidents around the house - everything else about him was wonderful.

I knew he was a hospice case when I took him in. He was sick and old; he wasn't long for this world, whatever I did. I still feel like I failed him for only giving him half a year of a comfortable, happy life compared to the decade of misery he experienced. Everyone tells me that it's quality over quantity, and that he got to live a wonderful last bit, and I should be proud of that. I hear them. But my friends can attest that I've spent the last two weeks kicking a tantrum about how unfair it is that he didn't get more time with me. I won't pretend I'm the very best pet owner in the whole wide world, but god knows I'm at least better than his previous owner, and I provided everything I had, whatever it costed. I felt like I owed Rocky at least a year of joy and love, and he didn't even get that. It's not fair. It's just not fair.

It's amazing how attached you can get to an animal you know will die soon.

Rocky's ashes will be coming to me in a couple weeks. He'll join the rest of my pets on my desk, and that way he'll stay with me. I'm grateful that he got to fall asleep in my arms and that his pain and weakness is over. Wherever he is, he's comfortable.

I'm sorry I couldn't do more for you, Rocky. You deserved the world.

[cherryblossombankai]

Word Count: 1.1k Warnings: angst, seriously it's just angst, alcohol, mentions of anxiety and trauma, sort of implied toxic relationship, breakup, sad, depression, jealousy A/N: I'm so sorry for this :) Tag List: @pixelcafe-network, @actuallysaiyan, @helloiamadrawer, @satorustar, @sweet-chocolate-sweet

You knew deep down that breaking up had been for the best, or at least you’d believed Aizawa when he said it was for the best. Aizawa was still trying to overcome his trauma, and you're no walk in the park to live with either. Stubborn and moody on the best of days, paralyzed with anxiety on the worst of days. You knew it took him some patience at times to navigate life with you, but he wasn’t a walk in the park either. You thought you were each other’s person until he asked for space. You gave it in hopes he would eventually realize that he needs you.

It had helped you along the healing process when you believed he was as miserable as you. You took comfort in the image of him curled up in bed, mourning the scent of your perfume fading from the pillow. At the very least, it made you feel less pathetic for still sleeping in his shirt every night and refusing to wash it because he'd no longer be lingering in the stitches. 

You were fine, truly. Most days you only cried a couple of times, and you hardly ever typed up a text you'd never send anymore. At least not when you're sober. The things you’d never sent while knee-deep in a bottle of wine, well that’s a different story. It ranged from “I miss you so bad” to “Why don’t you love me anymore?” but you never sent them, and that’s what matters. 

 "I'm on the path to healing. thank you very much,” you'd bragged to your friends over dinner. You meant it! Things were really starting to fall into place. 

Until it wasn’t anymore. 

All it took was one event to have your healing facade crashing down faster than you built it up. He didn't even like selfies, that's what he told you over and over. He would scoff and cover his face every time you tried to lean in to catch a snap of the two OF you together. More than once he went on a half-hearted rant about ‘living in the moment’ instead of stopping to photograph everything. You only have a handful of photos to prove that you didn't hallucinate a five-year relationship. 

Yet there he is on your timeline, snuggled up to a pretty girl who called him ‘baby' in the caption. His arm is wrapped around her. He's leaning in...He's smiling. 

Fuck, you love his smile. It was such a rare sight when he belonged to you. You wonder what this girl has that you didn’t.

Later that night, you and your roommate split a bottle of wine. 

"I hope he thinks of me when he fucks her," you ranted to your roommate. 

You were pacing the living room like a caged tiger. A caged, drunk tiger anyway. You were angry. How could he? What right does he have to be happy when you still whisper his name when you make yourself cum?

"I'm going to call him!" 

Your roommate thankfully finds your phone before you do. She swipes it OFF the coffee table while you're digging around in your pockets.

"Nope, that is a horrible idea," she says.

"Why? Don't I deserve answers? Closure?" you sit beside her on the couch. Your puppy eyes were almost enough for her to change her mind, but she didn't. 

"Of course you do, but not like this."

After your ranting and raving becomes sleepy, your roommate — No...your hero — tucks you into bed. She covers you up with a soft blanket and pushes your hair off your face. 

"Do you think he misses me?" you whine. "I want him to miss me.”  

"He'd be stupid not to miss you,” she says, too kind to break your delusions for now, “Get some sleep."

~

It felt like your heart was ripped out. Seeing a stupid selfie was one thing. Being face-to-face with the happy couple in the produce section of your favorite grocery store is another rotten thing entirely. Aizawa doesn't even live in this neighborhood. You can’t fathom why he’d decide to date someone from the same neighborhood as you. 

You're frozen to the spot. Your nails dug into the fragile flesh of the peach you were testing for ripeness moments before your worst nightmare came true. Aizawa doesn't notice you but, to your surprise, she does. Her smile falters and she quickly looks away as if making eye contact with you was painful for her. It was odd to see. You want to look away too, but seeing them is like watching a car crash. No matter how badly you want to look away, you just can’t.

"Oh, hello," Aizawa says when you finally shift into his line of sight.

"Hi," you fake a smile. You were hoping maybe you’d be able to seem genuinely unphased. 

It’s hard to be unphased when he doesn't have to fake a smile. His smile is real and you know she’s the reason for it. 

You clear your throat, "How are you?" 

"I'm good. Uh, this is my girlfriend, Ami."

"Nice to meet you." you lie for the sake of friendliness but refuse to shake hands. 

"I've heard so much about you." Ami says. "About your hero work, of course!"

“Right, of course. Thanks."

“We should get going, babe," he says and places his hand on her back. 

Babe? When did he become a guy who said something like 'babe'. It makes your stomach turn as you walk away. You used to make fun of people who said ‘babe’ together. 

"Why was I not enough for you?" you text him that night. Your eyes are so blurry with tears that you don't even think you could read his response. Not that he will ever respond, you figure. 

You roll onto you side, letting the tears flow from your eyes into the pillow. You clutch on tightly to the fluffy teddy bear he’d bought you for the last birthday you’d spent together.

"Don't do this," he texts back

.You drop your phone onto the bed, and you bury your face against your teddy bear. The muffled scream you let out is full of pain. You still love him. You know you shouldn't, but you want him back. You can taste him on your lips still. 

“Why? Because it's not on your time? Because you're not in control?" you text back.

"No! Because you're being emotional again.” 

“Again? God forbid I have feelings.” 

Aizawa was always so controlled. It was infuriating to know that no matter what you say you will never get under his skin the way you want to. He doesn’t respond for the longest time, and you decide to try once again to get to him. 

“Of course I'm emotional. I fucking love you."

When he doesn't respond, you get the message. There's nothing else to say. He's over you, or he wants to be. All you can do is pick up the pieces.

[arsonistbunny]

Ok so first of all - this is crazy that it was about 50/50 all the time. Sadly it shows how much Security Breach fucked up (I have watched the interview with Dawko - it's still sad that they don't do something to fix it (the story) up still). Like, I'm not gonna make a pool about it but there are probably as many people who think Vanessa has a twin when to me it's just when Glitchtrap takes control?

Now, what do I think about it? To me, he's not William.

From the beginning (Help Wanted), it's been intentionally unclear: is he William? It's a trickster, a malware for sure. But then somehow it seems that a lot of people missed that his keysmash talking is actually copying the tape girl's voice (thanks to an-archaic-archivist for showing me this video???). Which is the first hint that he is the mimic. But then from Dawko's interview, Scott speaks as if Glitchtrap & The Mimic are two different characters - which I really don't like the idea of because they have the exact same motives and capacities. Putting two different villains one after the other with the exact same characterization is.....not a good horse to bet on? It's confusing and unnecessary. (DISCLAIMER. When I talk FNAF, unless specified I'm only talking from a game point of view I am never talking about the books and I will not.)

But anyways!!! Here's my theory from when I tried to crack Glitchtrap!! :)

If you know me, you know I love Princess Quest Glitchtrap. It is a very particular form to give to a character that is a malware mimicking, isn't it? The Princess Quest games all depict floating rabbit heads as enemies, and in the end, you meet an amalgamation of them, with one head that is more aware and in control—Glitchtrap.

And, you know, to find answers you're just gonna go looking at the stuff you've already seen, already know, that might be similar in one way or another. I don't remember what exactly made me think about the Funtime Animatronics but that's where I went. The question of why Circus Baby is also Elizabeth but the others aren't.

When you get under the desk on Night 3, you hear Circus Baby talking and not Elizabeth. You can notice they're not always speaking as one. Circus Baby telling you how Elizabeth died: "I would always count the children– I’m not sure why. I was always acutely aware of how many there were in the room with me. [...] A little girl, standing by herself. I was no longer... myself, and I stopped singing. My stomach opened, and there was ice cream. I couldn’t move—at least, not until she stepped closer. There was screaming for a moment, but only for a moment. Then other children rushed in again, but they couldn’t hear her over the sounds of their own excitement. I still hear her sometimes. Why did that happen?"

Elizabeth as Baby in Pizza Sim: "You played right into our hands, did you really think that this job just fell out of the sky for you? No. This was a gift, for us. You gathered them all together in one place, just like he asked you to. All of those little souls, in one place, just for us, a gift. Now we can do what we were created to do, and be complete! I will make you proud daddy! Watch, listen, and be full."

But Funtime Freddy and the others don't do that. You know, it almost feels like... they're alive. Well that was the point, wasn't it? They're alive but stuck under their coding. Just like when Baby could not disobey the rule of counting the children. From Pizza Simulator we find out what exactly the SCOOPER is and with that, that the Funtimes were all brought to life with remnant, some sort of amalgamation of children's souls, to snap more children's souls.

In Circus Baby's case, 1. she was brought to life by remnant and with this many souls it seems that they all lose their consciousness to one the robot's coding, adopting the robot's coding as their personality. But then 2. when, she killed Elizabeth, this one went to haunt the robot creating a """two people one body kind of situation""", they're both aware as Circus Baby and Elizabeth.

And yeah, this makes me think a lot of Glitchtrap in that case. Because Glitchtrap might be just that. Remnant. An amalgamation of souls. But this one didn't get a robot to 'get their personality' so to speak. So they're dormant. Until they get awakened by being accidentally put into a VR game. They don't know who they are, or what they are. Their whole world is literally just FNAF games at this point. So they get to choose. They don't have a sense of right and wrong. They're choosing the most powerful figure in there: William. They mimic him. They don't realize what is wrong, they're proudly guiding the player on their own level (Pizza Party) to show them their crimes (William's crimes that they reclaimed as part of the mimicking).

They're in a game. When you die, you restart the level. Until Jeremy. They realize the beta testers can actually 'log out' and they have a way bigger world. So they want out. But those beta players get away and never come back (because he's dead). So they gotta step up the tricking game. So they mimic a voice.

And then it works! So they pretend to be Vanessa. They get to be Vanny. They order Vanessa around. And it fails! They get trapped and need to attract someone from the outside - they mimic Gregory. The plan almost succeeds. They mimic Roxy.

When I posted this piece, I saw some people with DID thought this was about DID, and I was not thinking of it, I was thinking of my theory - and I did say (afterwards or before can't find the post) that I'm honored my art gets interpreted in some ways I didn't think of it before. It's actually very nice but most importantly good for you. You deserve to feel linked to characters you like.

Anyways..Scott hit me up I have ideas I can share if you ever feel like you're stuck.

im curious, actually

(rb for a better reach pls)

[trashrattt]

I totally think Code lyoko should have it's talked about reboot, mostly because

- when it came to Carthage, the most canon explanation from Franz himself, the explanation only lasts about 1 minute and 25 seconds, and nothing else comes of it

Sure, we knew why Xana was created, but like, Franz never really said Xana stopped it as it was his main intended purpose, why Xana was made to begin with, so like, that's a real issue in canon consitering Franz wanted to stop the project but never got to consitering Xana gained autonomy and all

And like, Carthage was kind of hinted at to be a bad thing too, you'd think that could be a real issue in universe

- spent 3 whole seasons building on this one character only not to do much with it at all and give him a really bad rep in universe afterwards

Okay, you know me, I like William an abnormal amount, but with all things considered, he wasn't a character to begin with, neither was a plot device imo

Yeah, he absolutely has no personality, argue with the wall if you need to

So like, yeah, he got posessed, but then what? Sure he was used to try to throw Aelita into the Digital sea, but like, tarantulas could do the same thing with those long ass arms, they could just use them as bats

And you've literally seen megatanks push her closer to the digital sea when she used a energy field as a sheild of sorts, so really, what was the point of him to begin with of other monsters could do the same thing no problem

And after a whole season of dawdling around, the writers rushed the whole "set him free" arc after ignoring it for basically the whole season, like there wasn't any episodes besides cold sweat where the characters actively try to break him free, you'd think there would be a little more give from the characters considering how #depressed Yumi was

(and yes, I know the show says, "I made ___ program" but let us see the FAILURE!!!!)

Even then, when he came back, the characters all decide "fuck this, you ain't shit to me" and dropkick him back to his life without any support, like dude lost months of his life without something he either remembers or blanked out on

- character writing in season four

Okay, this isn't really a reason why, it's more of saying "Why did you make your characters worse, we deserve better"

Because Odd in season four just became an absolutely terrible person, man

Constantly throwing his freinds under the bus just for some scheme he pulled or literally abusing the fact that he knows about Lyoko as a point to say to the others "This is why we're friends!!!1!@1!!" Even though at this point their friendship is downright terrible, like to the point where they just want to get Lyoko dealed with so they can fall apart like a poorly put together cup with scotch taped all over it

Imo nobody seemed to like each other as opposed to season 1 and 2 where they talked casually, like they had an actual friendship going on, not like "so, what's new on Lyoko, I want this shit dealt with today..." they were actual friends who did stuff together and had fun, I miss that :<

Anyways that was a more personal take, but season 4 just leaves a bad taste in my mouth with that rushed ending of theirs

Uhm oops, this was a long rant of what I dislike about the show, I was supposed to make this post simply to tell you guys what I'd propose for a continuation

Here's what I'd do:

Consitering Carthage was an abandoned idea from the depths of season 2, we build on that again

I'm imagining a non-terribly written Evo mixed with the chronicles, like bitch I actually love the idea of Ulrichs dad being tied in with Carthage simply because like, it would make so much sense (absolutely don't pull a chronicles though making EVREYONES mothers under the sun being tied in, that was stupid)

I'm also thinking, the antagonist we have is still a program, but it isn't Xana like in main series

Sure, they're simular, but it's a remnant from Carthage that has the same ideas as Xana, but worse (this is all first draft, but that's like the main idea that could work)

Also, give Will and actual personality this time, not just this "I'm soooooo sad" attitude that any traumatized character has, he has the potential to be COMPLEX!!!!

Kids cartoons nowadays are getting complex so don't say "Oh no they can't, it's a kids cartoon"

Anyways I'm hoping they build off of Carthage because that would be a PERFECT continuation aauaghh

Enjoy (?) My unexpected rant, idk

[prometheus2007]

Hey everyone I’m back :D

I’m pretty much done with my break, I kinda miss being on Tumblr more often and I miss you guys!! I’m not going to be as active as I was before anymore, 24/7 activity isn’t good anyway 😭✨.

ABOUT THE RATING OCS THING- thank you guys for all sending in your OCS. I have zero idea when I’ll be able to respond, but I’ll try to do so soon. There’s a lot of them :3. I love all of your OCS they all look so wonderful.

I have a lovely new challenge idea from someone that dm’ed me (lemme find their tag rq IT WAS FROM @mitsubasousukenotgay ) that I’m gonna do in a couple of days or so, and then I can get start posting again like normal.

Thank you all for over 850 followers!! That’s a crazy number not gonna lie- getting close to 1000 followers 👀✨‼️ If things are timed correctly I might host a contest of sorts for 1000 followers but we’ll see

(I’m trying to see if I’ll get some robux by then if not I won’t do the contest because I don’t expect anyone to do it for free.)

sorry for the long post I had a lot to say, hope you all are doing well! :3

[dumbasslesbi2]

Let Me Read To You ~ Chapter 5 (Agatha x Rio Bookstore AU)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Summary:

Agatha gets a call from her ex wife, Wanda wanting to see her but Agatha wants nothing to do with her. What will happen when Wanda finds out she's with Rio.

Notes:

DRAMA ALERT!!!!!!!! also some smut tbh.

Agatha was working at the shop while Rio was upstairs writing her new story, sorting and organizing the new shipment of books. All of a sudden she felt her phone vibrate and saw an unfamiliar number. With hesitation she answered it, unsure of who it could be. “Hello?” Agatha questioned, still organizing the books. “Hi Agatha” Wanda said in a loving tone. “What do you want Wanda” Agatha told her in a deadpan expression, already aggravated by the call. “What? I can’t call you? Don’t you miss me?” Wanda questioned, trying to press Agatha’s buttons. “No, I don’t” Agatha told her, still working. “Oh c’mon, don’t you want to see me?” Wanda said, trying to press further. “No and I don’t  need you trying to find out where I am either. I don’t want Nicholas to see you. He’s happy and I don’t want to ruin that” Agatha almost yelled into the phone. She was over this conversation already but didn’t have the heart to end it. “He doesn’t have to see me, I just want to see you baby” Wanda told her in a sickly sweet tone again. “Wanda, you have a husband and two kids. Before me there was Natasha who I should have listened to. Go back to your life Wanda and I’ll go back to mine. Goodbye.” Agatha told her, groaning as she hung up the phone. She got a bottle of wine and some snacks while heading upstairs, she needed Rio. 

Rio heard the door open and she instantly looked up from her computer. “Hi my love, everything ok?” Rio asked as she noticed Agatha’s expression. Agatha said nothing but put all the stuff she had brought on Rio’s desk and instantly took Rio’s chair out and sat on her lap. She hugged Rio and hid her face in her neck. Rio instinctually held Agatha and started rubbing up and down her back. “Sweetheart? What’s wrong?” Rio asked again, giving Agatha’s shoulder a kiss. “She called me. My ex wife” Agatha said, holding Rio closer. “What did she say?” Rio questioned, holding onto Agatha tighter. “She wants to see me but I told her no, that I don’t want to see her” Agatha told her above a whisper. “Mmm, well as long as you didn’t tell her where you moved to I don’t see how she’d find you. Plus if you want we can change your phone number so she doesn’t call you again” Rio said calmly, looking down at Agatha. “Yeah that’s probably a good idea. I just don’t want to deal with her anymore and I definitely don’t want Nicky to see her.” Agatha said with a groan, getting a headache just thinking about the situation. “And she won’t, I won’t let any of that happen my love” Rio told Agatha, caressing her  cheek. “Thank you Rio, I love you” Agatha said to Rio, kissing her on the cheek. Rio took the wine and poured a glass for the both of them. “So besides that, how’s the organizing going?” Rio asked, taking a sip. “It’s going, I got through about half of the new books before Wanda called,” Agatha said, practically gulping down the wine. “That’s good, thank you for doing all that baby.” Rio told her, taking one of her cigarettes and lighting it. “I still find it funny you don’t like organizing books but yet you decorate so well” Agatha said to her, laughing and taking her cigarette. “Because it’s work, if it wasn’t work I would probably enjoy it” Rio told her, blowing her smoke in her face as punishment for taking her cigarette. “God I hate you sometimes” Agatha told Rio, blowing smoke back into her face. “Mmm I think you love me” Rio said in a teasing tone to Agatha. “Maybe” Agatha said, side eyeing Rio. “Do you wanna go get lunch? I wanted to take a break soon anyways” Rio asked, kissing Agatha as she finished Rio’s cigarette. “Yeah, that sounds good,” Agatha told Rio, getting off her lap. 

It was two days later when Agatha had already changed her phone number and everything when Wanda showed up at her front door. She wasn’t home which Wanda thought was odd since she knew Agatha worked from home. She knew if she went looking into the town she would have to find her eventually, especially since it was such a small town. As she went into the more main area of the town she saw the bookstore and decided to check it out. Agatha did always enjoy reading so there was a good fifty fifty chance she would be in there. It was then when Wanda entered that she spotted the couple, flirting behind the register. Agatha had her hands on Rio’s hips and Rio had her hands around Agatha’s neck. “Well well well, no wonder you didn’t want to see me” Wanda told them, her arms crossed against her chest. “Wanda?!? How did you find me?” Agatha exclaimed, still holding onto her lover. “Don’t worry about it, who’s the side chick?” Wanda questioned, getting closer. “Actually I’m anything but the side chick. Also as far as I’m aware you divorced Agatha so why don’t you go ahead and leave like you left her” Rio told her, going around the register. Agatha was too shocked to speak, never expecting Rio to defend her like this. “Just because she’s divorced doesn’t mean we can’t see each other. Also what are you gonna do? Kick me out?” Wanda told Rio, agitated and getting closer to her. “Actually yeah, I will. This is my shop bitch and if you don't leave my girlfriend alone I'll make you fucking regret it.” Rio told Wanda in a dead serious tone, getting closer to her. “ I’d like to see you try,” Wanda said with a scoff but as soon as the words came out, Rio tackled her to the floor. “Rio!” Agatha exclaimed, trying to break up the two.  Agatha tried her best but she could break them up. Rio eventually got up from tackling Wanda and scratching her a bit and grabbed her hair. She dragged Wanda out of the store and kicked her to the sidewalk. “And if I ever see you here again I swear to god I'll kill you myself!” Rio exclaimed, wiping her mouth and shutting the door to her shop. 

She made sure to lock it before looking back at Agatha. “Rio, what the fuck!” Agatha yelled, getting closer to Rio. “Look I know that was stupid but I couldn’t let her-” Rio told her before getting interpreted by Agatha kissing her. “That was so fucking hot” she told Rio after she broke the kiss. “Y-you’re not mad?” Rio asked, taken a back from the whole ordeal. “At first but then I saw the way you took that bitch down and I've never been so attracted to someone in my whole life” Agatha told her, hugging her but letting go once Rio winced. “Aw my poor baby, let me go get some ice while you lay on the sofa” Agatha told her while walking away. “Tell me where you need the ice pack” Agatha asked her, laying down next to her on the sofa. “Just my knee baby, thank you” Rio said while putting the ice pack on her left knee. “Thank you for all that,” Agatha said, kissing Rio’s cheek. “Of course, I'd do it again. Fuck that bitch, she doesn't deserve you” Rio told her, giving her a quick kiss. “I still can't believe she found me somehow” Agatha told her with a scoff. “I'm more pissed about the fact she thought she could have you” Rio told Agatha, placing kisses on her neck. “Mmm, baby you're injured” Agatha said, trying to shift away from Rio. “Don't care, need you” Rio said, getting lower and nuzzling Agatha's stomach. 

She slowly lifted up Agatha's shirt and started kissing her stomach before unzipping her pants. “God you're so perfect my love” Rio told her, nuzzling her thigh and looking up at her. Agatha couldn't help but thread her hand through Rio's scalp. “Mmm not as perfect as you my love” Agatha said almost as a whisper as she slightly pushed Rio to where she wanted her. Rio propped herself up a bit to be able to shimmy down Agatha's pants and panties. She started licking and napping at Agatha's thighs. Agatha couldn't help but whimper and moan, she was practically puddy in Rio's hands. Rio stopped for a moment and started to kiss and nuzzle her bush. “Rio please, I need you” Agatha said, rubbing her hands on Rio's scalp. “What do you need my love? Rio asked, looking up at Agatha. “I need you, need you in me please sweetheart” Agatha told her, moaning at the mess she made her be. “ I'll think about it” Rio told her as she continued to spread and mark up her thighs. “Rio, please!” Agatha exclaimed, trying to grind for any friction but Rio wasn't having any of it. “Who do you belong to?” Rio asked, her breath heavy on Agatha’s pussy. “What?” Agatha questioned, never been asked this before by Rio. “Who do you belong to?” Rio asked again, looking up at Agatha. “You, you! I only belong to you Rio” Agatha began to exclaim, pushing Rio's head closer to her. Rio stopped teasing her and began to suck on her clit. Agatha couldn't help but practically scream from all the teasing Rio had done. “I'm only yours. Only yours Rio. Please don't stop, please!” Agatha plead, practically riding Rio’s face at this point. Rio was eating her out like it was her last meal and began to even pump two fingers into her. Agatha gasped as was shuddering from pleasure at this point. “That's right baby, all mine.” Rio murmured into Agatha's cunt. “Oh god baby! I'm gonna cum!” Agatha started yelling, gripping her hands into Rio's hair. Rio was going to tell her to stop but she was loving the pain. “Oh god Rio! My love, I'm cumming!” Agatha screamed, riding herself out on Rio's face. As soon as Agatha had caught her breath, Rio went back up to kiss her passionately. Agatha couldn't help herself and started licking off her own slick off of Rio's chin. “Mmm maybe I should get you jealous more often, I haven't orgasmed like that in a minute” Agatha told Rio, kissing her. “We can change that if you want” Rio told her snarkily, putting her hand down to Agatha crouch. “Not right now my love, let me take a breather” Agatha told Rio, putting her hand and her wrist. “Also I'm not letting anyone else have you. You're mine, sweetheart” Rio told her, entangling her hand with Agatha's. “Oh trust me, I've been well aware since night one. I've never been so badly marked before” Agatha said with a huff. “Need to let people know” Rio told her, bringing her hand to her face and kissing it. “How's your knee now?” Agatha asked, caressing Rio's face. “Better, especially now that I have you in my arms” Rio told her, giggling and giving Agatha Eskimo kisses. “Come on, let's go home. Nicky's probably waiting for us” Agatha told her, raking her hands through Rio’s hair. “Yes ma'am” Rio told her, giving a fake salute and a kiss on the cheek. Rio got up and went into her upstairs apartment which was now a glorified office when she wasn't home. She read over the last of what she wrote and smiled. She had left off on lady death, admitting her love for the witch and asking for a marriage ceremony. It had Rio thinking if it was finally time to ask Agatha Harkness for her hand in marriage.

[pleasestayawayidonotlikeyou]

If you're up to do a request I got an angsty one. Feel free to pass this with of you're not comfortable;

Swapfell Papyrus and Sans (separately) are in a really solid relationship with s/o. Everything was going great until one day s/o announced they were pregnant!

The skeletons did not believe them, since well s/o is human, and believed they cheated. S/o tried so hard to convince them the baby is theirs but was unsuccessful. Sans and Papyrus left them, heartbroken.

Months later after the relationship is over, Sans and Papyrus randomly came across S/O whom is now sporting a babybones in their arms. Oops turns out S/O was telling the truth and somehow survived the pregnancy!

I love this. And I love you traveler for gracing me with this idea ;)

Featuring: Sans, Cash.

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Sans

By all scientific means this couldn't be possible, you two were different almost completely different rares, and by what he remembered of the old studies of his years of being a scientist, monsters and humans could not breed..

He didn't want to believe it, have you been cheating on him all this time? Were all of your love words fake?

He wasn't mad, he was disappointed, he always thought you deserved better than a pack of bones like him anyways..

He didn't make a scene out of it, simply grabbed his things and moved out. That was it.

He still loved you, dearly, but he couldn't be with someone who cheated on him.

Imagine his surprise when he accidentally bumped into you almost a year later, his sockets going black when he sees you holding a babybones almost identical to him.

You just murmured "excuse me.." and walked away. He stares at seemingly nothing, rethinking his decisions.

Sans goes to Toriel for advice, he needs her words right now.

Lather that day, your phone lit up with a message from Sans, "Can we talk please?".

He understands if you didn't respond, but is happy when you send a "sure. My house?" back.

It doesn't take long for you to hear a knock on the door.

When you open, you see Sans with a bruise on his cheek caused by Undyne.

"So..."

"I'm.. sorry (_____). I-i shouldn't have acted the way I did based on my old studies. I understand if you don't want our relationship to be back, especially after what I did... But.. I'll be here if you ever consider it.."

It's your choice now traveler, will you accept him back?

Cash

Wants to believe in you, but can't. Even after you and his brother saying it's his baby, he just can't.

He was a royal scientist for.. maybe a year? He doesn't remember correctly, but the time he was there he saw some.. "studies" being done in humans, and with his own sockets he believed humans and monsters breeding was impossible.

And knowing himself, he wouldn't really blame you for cheating on a dirty, greedy monster like him.

Yet he still felt betrayed, he placed his trust in you, told you about things he swore never to dig up again, and you repay him by cheating!?

People who passed by him could never imagine he'd spend his nights crying on his mattress while holding things that you gave him.

Even after bumping into you, seeing his own skeleton child in your arms, his ego is way too big to admit he fucked up.

But shit, there's no other skeleton Monsters on the underground and that kid looks just like he did when younger. Fuck.

His first instinct is to go to his brother.

"Berry I fucked up!"

"You Saw (_____)'s Kid Didn't You?"

Berry still stayed in contact with you, pretty secretly but he did, no way in hell he'd miss his nephew/niece growing!

Of course that made it easier for him to help his baby sibling, telling him to go buy your favorite flowers and candy. Oh and some diapers as well just in case.

You're surprised when seeing a pretty well dressed Cash holding flowers and chocolate at your front door, it's not really a sight you'd see every day.

He takes a deep breath, pushing his ego behind and finally apologizing after months.

"So... I just wanted to say I'm sorry I thought ya cheated months ago... I brought your favorites to recompensate you..?"

It took him a lot of effort to let this simple phrase out, please just tell him if you still want him again or not..

[writing-for-life]

I totally think Gregory fits the overarching theme of guilt, @tickldpnk8 (in fact, I had briefly mentioned him and then decided to delete it again 🙈🤣).

As for the flower symbolism—there is so much to that. A lot of people call them poppies, probably because of their association with Morpheus/Hypnos, but we are never told what they are. They’re just flowers (and in the case of Brief Lives, an entirely new species. Which then makes me think that those ones are specific to him?). But I think it’s important to keep in mind that red flowers have traditionally not just been associated with love. They’ve also been associated with heartache, longing and, yes, regret. And while regret isn’t exactly the same as guilt, it still somewhat fits the bill. Also: I somehow don’t think we’ll get that particular scene in the show (if I’m honest, I hope we won’t), so maybe the foreshadowing was done with Gregory, and that’ll be the end of it.

I also completely agree with you on the whole topic of (lost) virginity and its… “markers”. It is certainly fitting for a folk tale set in an ancient culture, and also considering that the tribal elder tells this story from a potentially more patriarchal viewpoint (although we can’t be 100% sure). I think we’ve discussed this before (possibly in the sleuthing thread? 🤣)—there was a potential shift from a more matriarchal culture to a more patriarchal one at some point. [Well, if her culture was completely erased, it was more of a hard reset I guess.] But even so, there are definite patriarchal undertones in the story (the external drive to find a husband, the whole issue around virginity etc). And as usual, this is of course a story within a story—so do we get an accurate picture, or do the men who tell the story fill in the blanks, and the women tell it differently?

But all of that aside, and I guess I’m going there now: I’ve often wondered why her wounds were healed but her maidenhead/hymen wasn’t restored (which, in archaic terms, would also mean her maidenhood/virginity wasn’t restored). One could say, “Well, does it matter, a few moments later they did the deed anyway, and the problem solved itself.” But that’s exactly the thing—why point it out that he healed her but didn’t “restore” her? I have a few ideas, one of them that it was to further the point that it didn’t matter to him whether she was “untouched” (but she was either way, so it’s a bit pointless really), the others not quite so benign, but they’re ultimately all speculation.

I love this story so much, but like everything in the Sandman, it’s one that needs to come full circle to really appreciate it fully I think. I’d almost say that we cannot grasp it in its entirety without “A Hope in Hell” and “Season of Mists”. And there were like 20 issues between “Tales in the Sand” and the final resolution of SoM—back then, it was impossible to jump back and forth, and I sometimes also miss the old days of reading for the first time and just going, “Oh…” 🙈 But even so, and even after so many years and rereads, I still have so many questions. Maybe it’s good that some of them will probably forever stay unanswered? 😉

Where the Blood Fell, Red Flowers Grew…

Red Flowers as a Symbol for the Loss of Innocence & Guilt in Tales in the Sand & Brief Lives

So we’re (re)reading Tales in the Sand in our community right now, and while the following scene always gives me the ick (and hence I will put it under the cut), I couldn’t help but reflect on that line in the header (because that’s from “Tales in the Sand”, not “Brief Lives”)…

Blood turning into red flowers is a recurring theme, but somehow, I’ve never thought of the implications of adding it here, in “Tales in the Sand”.

The first instinct would obviously be to say:

Red flowers symbolise the loss of innocence.

It’s a bit tricky to call it that in Nada’s case though.

Because despite destroying her hymen herself, that obviously doesn’t take away her “innocence” (I struggle a bit to voice this in a way that doesn’t sound archaic and yesteryear), as in: She doesn’t really stop being a virgin because of it. We can obviously discuss that these were different times, and that’s what she believed etc, but I think that doesn’t matter in this case.

Neither do these panels, in which Morpheus heals her but doesn’t “restore her maidenhead” (not maidenhood!), truly change anything about that. I have many other thoughts about these panels, but they’re maybe for another time.

But if we see “loss of innocence” metaphorically, if we think about feelings of guilt, it still makes sense.

So why the flowers in “Tales in the Sand” and then have them return as a motif in “Brief Lives”?

What Nada felt at this stage was already overwhelming guilt for having fallen in love with Dream (she pursued him first—she felt like she had brought it on. And of course we all know that she isn’t the one to blame here, but he for not being able to accept rejection and honestly being coercive). The loss of her innocence is twofold—real and symbolic.

And red flowers aren’t just about grief in “Brief Lives”. Much in the same way that the blood on Morpheus’ hands was never real either (it disappears and reappears, and I’m saying here and now: he’s the only one who sees it), but always a symbol for feelings of his guilt.

These are just the little things and repeating motifs interwoven into the Sandman that make me go:

[demaparbat-hp]

Almost

[ricky-mortis]

Hatchetfield @femslashfortnight Day 2: Retro

[katabay]

original thief series basso & garrett :)

ngl, it's about quality over quantity for me. an npc can have a total of three minutes of screen time, but if they have a cool name, they can live rent free in my head and I'll spend several hours trying to decipher drawable features from a blurry screenshot of pixels

there is a vague hint of a story here, and that's because every time I try to play thi4f, I get incredibly frustrated with how Not Fun the game play is. like, is the story good? well. but it has a PLAGUE. that should've given it instant 'I'll replay this once a year' status in my heart, but the game play sucks so bad that I've never finished it. I can't believe Not Fun gameplay beat out my obsession with narrative plagues.

anyway, the idea is basically if the original era had a game with a plague centric narrative and some other stuff I liked out of thi4f thrown into a narrative blender, with a heavy dash of horror thrown in because some parts of the thief games were scarier to me than entire dedicated horror genre games.

⭐ places I’m at! bsky / pixiv / pillowfort /cohost / cara.app

[feroluce]

So I spoke somewhat about my thoughts on Emanator Sampo here, but I never really thought of it from a design point of view or what kind of powers he would have until just recently. But I actually kind of love leaning into it from a "stage hand" perspective?

Because like. Aha's body in THEIR official art is completely black, giving attention to all the fun brightly colored things around THEM. And that's so fitting for Sampo! He usually prefers to be a side character. He likes to act from the shadows. His is a much more subtle hand.

So I wonder if as an Emanator, a lot of his clothes are actually very dark? Not necessarily plain, still extravagant and needlessly detailed in things like cut and quality with lots of different fabrics and textures and ornamentation, but dark. Or maybe even his skin itself becomes blackened further down his body; his hands in particular are dark, as a sort of sleight of hand reference.

The motif of a lot of straps wrapped around him like in his canon design is still present, but they're all loose and flowing off of him like paper streamers now instead of restraining him or holding him together. He is no longer contained! Or maybe they're still a bit more rigid/heavy, but just draped more like red stage curtains!

And this is like. Fully self-indulgent, but I love inhuman designs, and there's nothing in canon to say I can't do this, so screw it! Go for broke!! Maybe it's not visible to normal people, but Sampo having a second set of arms would be really cool, as further sleight of hand reference. One set is almost normal looking, but his hands are a bright, attention-drawing white, and the other is dark, set almost in the shadows of the first arms, to act less noticeably.

He also has something of a broken heart design to him in canon (the front of his black shirt with its jagged shape down the middle; his coat looks like a full heart shape in the back), and I actually like him keeping that element as an Emanator, because I think it suits him. Sampo says his taste in aesthetics and views on Elation involve human dignity,

and the story he helps create in Belobog involves the long and winding road of resistance and survival and eventual triumph in the face of some very adverse, oppressing odds. (I'm pretty sure I heard he once called Wildfire "artless" though, plus the man acts like he thinks Shame is some kind of dessert, so like ndkdjzjskkd) But the point being!!

I think Sampo is someone who can appreciate heartbreak and angst and tragedy in a story, because it makes the victory at the end all the sweeter. And this would be another thing he shares with Aha, because I think THEY did bless the Mourning Actors partly just to be a little shit, but also because Aha does recognize tragedy as part of THEIR Path, too, and you can see it in some of the game. So a broken heart motif can still suit him, and I like him having elements of both comedy and tragedy. Like his clothing having a happy sun/sad moon (like the moon in Aha's art) or him having both of the traditional comedy/tragedy masks in his design.

And as Emanator, Sampo can maybe play with the stage settings environment, too. Like lights sometimes behave strangely around him, appearing blindingly bright to someone or dramatically dark. Sampo wills it and suddenly there seems to be a metaphorical spotlight right where he wants everyone to look. And when he doesn't want to be noticed, his face seems to be cast in shadow, he seemingly just fades into the background, no one notices or recognizes him and he sneaks away easily. He can create smoke or fog literally out of thin air without his bombs now, too, the air will just suddenly thicken until his stage is obscured, and Sampo can set the scene as he pleases or disappear without a trace.

And in line with being a stage hand, Sampo can direct attention like no other. He was already extremely good at this as a normal mortal, and becoming an Emanator only took it up to 11, past human limits. Sampo points, and all present feel compelled to follow his fingertip. He looks away, and they all follow his gaze. He can even affect the mood of an audience; he can influence everyone to be calm and placid or he can whip them into a feverish frenzy. Sometimes a crowd will start to become unsettled, agitation stirring until it boils over, until it incites a full on violent mob.

And in the middle of all that chaos will stand one perfectly calm figure, face cast in shadow, until they quietly slip away out of sight.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

epic fail <3

[keirientez]

aug - early sep log

[sea-jello]

hong kong miku,,,

[disposal-blueeee]

doodles

edgar vargas and squee by johnen vasquez

scriabin by zarla-s