#anyways i’m not dead yippee :3

[feathers-of-fluff]

Giggly Billy

Summary: Herself (Girlfriend) is trying to brush Yourself’s (Boyfriend) messy wings, but unfortunately for the angel, they just have to be that sensitive.

a/n: sorry for disappearing again!! here’s a little drabble set in the time before yourself’s girlfriend died. hope you enjoy it!

this drabble is SFW-related. any NSFW blogs are NOT allowed to interact!!

warnings: tickling (if you’re not comfortable with that)!!

enjoy!

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“Babe, hold still! You don’t wanna end up leaving feathers around like a chicken!” Herself told, waiting for her boyfriend to keep his flapping wings still with a brush in hand.

“Ihi knohohow, buhut it tihihicklehes!” Yourself giggled. It was difficult enough for him to resist the tingly sensation because of those soft bristles, but he at least tried his best to stop his wings’ slight movement.

“That’s why I had to remind you like, one minute ago, because I know well your wings are just that ticklish whenever you make that cute sound.” The demon lady explained, slowly raising her finger towards one of the feathery appendages as if she was predicting what Yourself would say next.

“What sound- bEeP!” His voice went up an octave as he felt something lightly scratch on his wing, sending a ticklish shock to his nerves. The angel froze in place for a second before turning his head to Herself, showing his face of embarrassment.

“That sound.” She chuckled before giving him a kiss on the cheek. “You’re such a giggly billy, you know that?”

That unexpected nickname made him go silent, the blush on his face slowly increasing as he stared. Yourself hesitates for a second before speaking.

“…Wh-what’d you call me?”

“You heard me~ Do I have to prove it?” Herself asks, her hand posed into a claw with fingers wiggling to make the teasing worse for the angel.

Yourself immediately looks away and shakes his head in disagreement, his wing briefly moving with a small flap.

The demon lady took this as a sign to continue whatever she had forgotten to do, and went straight to it—but then the bristles brought back the tickling sensation and Yourself may have regretted his decision. “BEEhehEEp! Gihihirlfriehehend!”

“Yes, my giggly billy~?” As she brushed the appendage, Herself snuck a few skittering tickles on the angel’s back. He still manages to keep himself still, but with how evil she randomly decided to be, doing that is slowly turning out to be a challenge.

“*hic* PLEAHAHAhease-! Ihi caHAHAn’t tahake ihihit!” Yourself hiccuped.

“I’ll be done soon, don’t worry.” As much as she loved hearing his laughter, Herself wanted to avoid going too far by accident—so she began swiping the brush across the feathers to lessen the ticklish feeling. “But also, the next time you have your wings out, you better watch out when I’m around~”

The blue-haired angel covered his blushing face with his hands. Hopefully that doesn’t happen…

Unless he just jinxed himself.

~

End

[shima-draws]

Been having a rough couple of days. Send me asks?

[yuwuta]

HOW DID YOU GET USED TO THE HAUNTING, THE WILLING, THE MISSING, THE WANTING — YUUTA OKKOTSU

content, warnings. more of the knight yuuta universe yippee. i got an ask about telling him he’d make a good prince and flustering him, and that struck something in me, though this interpretation of that ask is probably a bit darker/more serious than envisioned... i will publish the ask w the other version of this scenario too. unfortunately for everybody involved i was a theater kid and i did listen to cell block tango and the first half of hamilton before i had this idea </3 i’m sorry if you can tell

more notes. set in the same universe as this drabble, which are all set in the same universe as a full fic draft i have and would love to finish some day lol. anyway, say hello to the gojo of this au 

You are not ready to be queen. As much as you resent your mother, your father, the elders in the cabinet, the system you were raised in—as much as you wish to be a ruler that creates change and peace in your court and kingdom, you know that you are not ready to hold that position. 

It shows now more than ever, with your parents being escorted to a neighboring kingdom for a meeting, and you in charge of the harvest ball. There is china to be chosen, silverware to be polished, candlesticks to be blessed, gowns to be sewn, a menu to be curated, a ballroom to be prepared—and you are sorely behind on all of your duties. 

A lackluster princess does not make for a promising queen. And distractions do not help you become anything of yourself. 

“I do not have time to discuss the lilies Sir Gojo. I am aware they are drooping and that they are your favorite, but I do not control the weather,” you sigh, handing back a scroll to a maid before turning to your head knight.

“That sounded very queenly, my little lady! You’ve been practicing,” he towers above you, with a growing smile and little care for your position. He bends forward to press the tip of his gloved pointer finger to your nose, “I too mourn the lilies, but I am afraid I agree: we have much more pressing matters to discuss. Come along, shall we?” 

You’ve learned to be wary of Sir Gojo’s words over the years. He often leads with a false timbre, or makes otherwise simple conversation into a riddle for his own amusement. Even as you’ve learned when to ignore his games, you’ve also grown appreciative of his light demeanor, and his insistence on speaking to you directly, rather than shielding you away. 

You take his arm, looping yours through his, and allow him to lead you down the courtyard steps and into the grand garden. You put your trust in him, allowing your feet to follow the path he sets, and letting your mind wander. You wonder whether you should set the gold or bronze-trimmed plates for the ball, if the curtains should remain closed or open, if the embossed or embellished silverware would leave a better impression on your guests. 

“Princess?” your knight calls for you. You focus your attention back to him, apologizing for your lapse in attention. 

You expect a smile, perhaps another press to your nose and a light scolding, but Gojo’s expression is much more neutral. “Sir?”

“I said that Lord Hajime is dead. His court will send a representative to the harvest ball, but how would you like to proceed?” 

“Dead?” your breath hitches momentarily, “Was he unwell?” 

“I do not know. The letter gave no detail. I believe the court sent an apology for not being able to deliver a suitor as promised. The family wishes to keep this private until after the harvest.” 

When you look up to him, you see no mischief in his expression. He’s serious, and you feel lightheaded, warm, and icy all at once. “I see,” you say, and pull away from Gojo’s arm, “Excuse me. I—I need a moment to myself.”

“You are sick? So suddenly?” Gojo asks, turning with your body so that his back is never to you.

“No—I… I… I need to be alone,” you confess, wrapping your arms around themselves, curling into your own body. Gojo stands firm, a short nod in understanding. He raises his hand to make a signal; an order for the knights on the periphery who can see but not hear. 

You smile, small, grateful for him. “Please, arrange our finest favors, and ask Ieiri for her favorite elixir.” 

Gojo’s smile reflects yours, albeit stained with more sympathy. “Of course.” 

“And tell the maids that I shall postpone the table placements until tomorrow morning. Should you find yourself with time to spare, let me know if you prefer the bronze to gold trim.” 

Gojo nods, taking a half-step to stand in front of you. In times like these, you feel like the little princess under his watch and care from when you were younger. His presence is frightening, overwhelming, and yet, more comforting and welcoming than your own parents. 

Carefully, he leans down to whisper, “Yuuta and his fleet have not yet returned, he will not be in the knight’s chambers. I will send him to you when he arrives.” You blink in sudden awe, and Gojo smiles, reaches for your hand and raises it to his lips to press a chaste kiss, “Do not regret too long, princess.” 

You hear him before you see him. It’s a bad habit for a knight, you think; you can always hear or feel where Yuuta is, even if you can’t see him. You think he ought to be more stealthy, more secretive, quieter; but then again, you don’t. He reserves plenty of stealth for his motives, stores plenty of secrets in his mind, keeps his words quiet or has a way of keeping other people’s quiet. 

The throne room is cold. It’s your least favorite room in the castle, but tonight, you hope it inspires you.

You don’t sit on your throne, you don’t sit on your mother’s or your father’s; you don’t sit at all. You stand, at the top of the stairs, staring at the seats and the tapestry and the paintings of your forefathers that decorate the backdrop. Behind you, at the base of the stairs, Yuuta kneels. You don’t need to see him to know; you can feel it on your palms with your hands behind your back; you can see it in the eyes of your grandfather’s portrait, you can hear it in the way his knee hits the carpet. 

“You may stand.” 

“I shouldn’t, my lady,” Yuuta replies, “Not here.” 

“You do many things you shouldn’t,” you sigh, steady, “Stand, Yuuta.” 

You hear the metal of his armor rustle against itself. You can feel when he stands; it feels like he’s right behind you, even though you know he’s ten steps below you. 

You inhale, slowly; exhale, slowly. Clench your hands behind your back, and then relax your shoulders the way you’ve seen your grandfather do. Then, you speak. “Lord Hajime is dead.” 

You turn, slowly, and wait until your cape has finished its turn, has settled behind you again before you speak again; a tactic your grandmother was fond of. “Lord Hajime is dead,” you repeat, “He is dead, and I asked you not to kill him.” 

Yuuta looks up to you. Neck craned, hands neatly behind his back, his helmet on the carpeted floor to his left. He does not look small. 

You take a step downwards. “I said this is not how I wanted matters to be resolved.” Another step down, a pause, then repeat, “I said that I do not wish to resort to violence.” Another step down, a pause, “To resort to murder.” Another step down, hurried, “I stood under my balcony,” another step, “and I told you not to murder Lord Hajime. I told you not to kill him,” another step; a pause, hysterical, “And yet Lord Hajime is dead. He is dead because—”

“I did not kill him.”

You pause your descent, four steps above Yuuta. You are only half a head taller than him like this. At this distance you can see the gray of his irises, wide and speckled with brown, without a shred of remorse pooling within them. It makes you sneer. 

“You expect me to believe that it is a coincidence that a fortnight after I catch you on your way to murder Lord Hajime, that he dies?” you question, rhetorical, “I am naive, but I am not a fool, Yuuta.” 

“You are no fool, my princess, and Lord Hajime was no saint,” Yuuta shakes his head, “He was a tyrant. He took three wives prior and treated them all as whores. He alone was responsible for the destruction of the crops in the north. He had only himself to blame.” Yuuta pauses, and you see something melt behind steely eyes. “It was a murder, yes, but not a crime.”

Yuuta’s lips wobble slightly, but the rest of him remains upright. It always goes like this: first his head, then his heart, then his body following—in everything he does. You blink, slowly, and take another step down; eye-level with Yuuta at this height. 

“You did not kill him,” you repeat, leveled with revelation, “You just gave the order.” 

Yuuta’s eyelids fall slowly, then his head follows in a shallow nod. He keeps his neck bent, keeps his head hung in front of you. You sigh. 

“Who was it this time,” you ask. He does not raise his head; you do not wait for him to speak, you dip your head so that your lips are level with his ears. “Megumi? Surely he would have hated the way Lord Hajime treated his livestock. Maybe Yuuji—he has been impatient to prove himself since recovering from his last injury. Or perhaps Toge, he would’ve done it swiftly in his sleep, without a sound.”

Yuuta keeps his gaze on the floor, keeps his words quiet. “Nobara.” 

“Dame Nobara, who strives to replace you as my first blade?” you question, “What, as some kind of test of loyalty to you?” 

Yuuta raises his head, eyes stern, brows drawn. “No, princess. To you.” 

You freeze. Your anger flares, and then subsides to only weak embers as you understand Yuuta’s motives, and Sir Gojo’s final words to you. You’re careful when you reach forward to brush your knuckle against Yuuta’s cold cheek, only the kiss of a touch between your finger and his face; even, still, he shudders, and you watch him melt from head to toe; from his eyebrows to his eyes to his lips to his shoulders to his knees. 

“You are disobedient, and indignant, and ruthless,” you list, voice soft, touch softer as you allow your fingers to graze the top of his ears, adoring the flush that follows, “And kind, and careful, and charming.”

You watch the color stain Yuuta’s cheeks and his ears, you revel in the pout on his lips, and the effort of his breathing. You only wish he were this easy to tame all the time. 

Still, he precious to you, so you are careful when you raise your opposite hand to his face, taking advantage of the difference in your status and stature to tilt his head upwards, lean down and press your words against his cheek, “You would make for a lovely prince,” you tell him, “The people would love you. Our enemies would fear you. The soldiers would respect you.” The kisses between your sentences are featherweight, trailed from the high point of his cheekbone to the corner of his lips.

You can feel him quiver when you pull back, moving a palm back to his cheek to pinch his skin between your thumb and forefinger, “If only you knew how to listen.” 

Yuuta winces, but he does not pull away. He parts his lips to steady his breath, and then to speak, strained, “Please, princess. Have mercy.” 

And for the first time in a fortnight you smile, watching splotched skin stain your knight’s cheeks when you soften your hold on him. You pull Yuuta’s head up further, lean yours down for a careful kiss; short, chaste, the kind you know he hates the most. 

“Oh, Yuuta,” you coo, grazing your thumb against his face, endeared by his wide eyes and quiet whimpers, “This is mercy.”

[musicalmoritz]

What are your thoughts on the chapter 118? MitsuKou fans are eating GOOD I can say that much

My thoughts on the best chapter thus far of the current arc? I’m glad you asked

I must say this chapter launched me into a full blown Mitsukou/Soukou brainrot. I have like a million fic ideas for both of them now and there’s no way I can possibly write all of them AND complete my requests so I just have to be sad. But omg, what a chapter!! I’m still stuck on the “smothered him with attention” line, that sounds like some shit I’d write. And ofc Kou being “captivated by that loser.” Ugh they’re so in love. I am now fully convinced that Sousuke had a crush on Kou in the former timeline when he was alive, you literally cannot convince me otherwise

The fact that if Kou’s mother hadn’t died and his father wasn’t neglectful, he would’ve used his free time to befriend Sousuke…and him being the one to save Sousuke’s life in the new timeline…oh I’m ill. The finger scene. Kou’s little blush. MITSUBA TEACHING KOU HOW TO USE A CAMERA BY STANDING BEHIND HIM AND GUIDING HIS HANDS. This was their cheesy romcom moment. The dead wife montage in an action movie

I love how their former selves are trying to reach out to them. No.3 was so unhappy with his existence to the point of wanting to die, and he wanted Sousuke’s life so badly but now that he’s lost it all he wants it back. Kou learned during the Red House arc that it’s okay if life is complicated, it’s okay if he’s stressed and doesn’t have everything he wants, and now he has to see a version of himself live in blissful ignorance. I don’t understand how people can say this timeline is better unless they’re fluff addicts, them staying in this timeline would do nothing for their character arcs and the overall narrative themes of growing up and facing reality. This life may be easier, but it robs each of them of their natural growth. I understand people are gonna have different preferences but the conflict of the old timeline MADE the story, do ppl rly want all of that to be thrown away for some “and then it never happened” ending?? Do you genuinely think it would be better writing if we never saw No.3 Mitsuba again and his arc ended with another shock value death???

Sorry for the rant lol, I couldn’t help myself. Absolutely no offense to anyone who prefers this timeline, it’s not like the fans are writing the story anyways so these opinions are harmless

I love how every version of Mitsuba wants to be someone else, they each perceive themselves as the “fake one” (excluding OG Sousuke) and feel disconnected from their existence. When I get around to writing my character analyses for TBHK I WILL talk abt all the queer allegories that go along with Mitsuba’s character but for now I’ll hold my tongue. All ik is this chapter made me love Sousuke sm more

Oh, and adult Amane…jump scare of the century. I can’t wait to see what his role is in this new timeline, I have a feeling it may be similar to Baby Tsukasa in the previous one. I love whenever the Yugi twins interact with Mitsuba (yes even the angst with Tsukasa) so that scene made me cheer. Also Kou saved his boyfriend!! Yippee!!

Sousuke and Kou wanting to run away together gave me major Picture Perfect Amanene vibes. Also HKOTO vibes, pls bring back the yaoi kidnapping🙏🏻

I think that’s all I have to say, Mitsukou fans were well fed this chapter. I’m eager to see the next one, still manifesting that Kou villain arc

[littleandless]

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON SEASON 2 FINALE: MY THOUGHTS

i mean, wow.

tyland getting some screen time yay. also, i was glad to see the trend of dyed beards represented on screen FINALLY. game of thrones shied away from that.

aegon and larys running away together…doomed yaoi</3

honestly i’m glad they made aegon’s broken dick part of show canon. first of all, he deserves it, but also…it means he’s about to get perverted in a different way. maybe larys will introduce him to voyeurism.

jacaerys has gone full-on bratty failson, which is kind of pathetic and sexy of him tbh.

ulf went from harmless idiot to dangerously irreverent soooo quickly. i know he has a dragon or whatever but he should at least pretend to kiss ass for the moment. like hugh! he knows the value of appearances.

how the hell did gwayne even find out about alicent and criston fucking? am i meant to assume he extrapolated that from the intense sniffing of the handkerchief?

i love how nihilistic criston cole has become. no more shiny white veneer, just a bald-faced suicide mission. he doesn’t fear death. the only thing holding him back since that night when alicent found him was her. and now he sees the futility of it all. so yeah, let’s embrace death! yippee!

this episode added so much to helaena’s character. after we see her and daemon interact in his weirwood vision, it cuts to her in the next scene, in the same outfit with the same facial expression. we’ve had 2 seasons of helaena making prophetic statements, but they were always full of metaphors, and her dreamer status seemed more like something that happened to her rather than something she did. but this episode turns that assumption completely on its head.

the weirwood vision was INSANE! BLOODRAVEN! DAENERYS! THE WHITE WALKERS! it reminded me that we’re being told this story for a purpose. grrm didn’t write a spin-off just for the sake of making a few extra dollars. it’s all connected. we’ve been hearing about the dance since shireen baratheon taught davos seaworth about it in season 5 and joffrey spoiled the ending in season 3 of game of thrones. and when ser duncan and baby egg finally appear on screen in a knight of the seven kingdoms, witnessing the blackfyre rebellions amd interacting with brynden rivers, things will be recontextualized yet again. the impact of all of these characters reverberates for centuries. you see it everywhere in a song of ice and fire. even if you’re not much of a reader, i implore you to read them anyway. and i’m not just saying that. even if grrm never actually finishes the series, i will die swearing that it was totally worth the read. if you have any love for these characters at all, give it a shot.

back to helaena: her scene with aemond was fucking fantastic. away from the eyes of their mother, each of them is more themselves than ever. aemond isn’t just an incel a wounded aggressor and helaena isn’t just a wounded dove. they both have a clarity of purpose, and they are in direct opposition to the other’s. aemond “come with me, help me defend us and all we hold dear” and helaena “it won’t change anything, it’s over, you’re already dead” it had me on the absolute edge of my seat. i felt like a dog in need of a stuffed animal to annihilate with my teeth. THIS IS CINEMA.

back to daemon: from his first scene in the episode, we see a resignation that wasn’t there before. he accepts the maddening nature of harrenhal, he accepts alys hovering over him at night and leading him to the weirwood tree, and he doesn’t brush off her words. he embraces the power of this place as well as the finality of what it reveals to him. there will be no more yearning or grasping, at least not for his own purposes. he knows what he must do. he submits to rhaenyra as he submits to his impending death.

the scene between alyn and corlys was so powerful. idk maybe it’s because i have daddy issues too, but it moved me a lot. watching your father forsake you for his trueborn heirs while you toil ceaselessly for survival, and then witnessing the downfall of everything he holds dear, and then finally…finally he acknowledges your value. knowing that all your success as a ship captain is attributed to the man who didn’t or couldn’t give you shit else. trying to compensate for decades-old wounds. all of this and he can still barely stand to meet your eyes. GOD.

another illicit rhaenicent scene! so much sexual potential and they just keep squandering it!

but seriously, that scene was insane. alicent has completely given up. “here, have the castle. take king’s landing. i’ll open the door for you. fuck, take my son too, take it all.”

all of their relationship encapsulated in a single conversation! everything boiled down to its base essence: i clung to honor and tradition and resented you because you didn’t, and now i’ve done some of the same things i always judged you for and i’ve realized it doesn’t matter. i just want this all to end.

that’s it, guys! that’s their whole dynamic! hell, that’s the whole show basically! but it’s too late! it’s too late! it’s too late! it’s too late! it’s too late! it’s too late! it’s too late! it’s too late! it’s too late! it’s too late! it’s too late!

someone redesign the sigil of house targaryen as a dragon eating its own tail and wrap this shit up

[vind3miat0r]

Hush EA spoilers

(also a whole lot of word vomit. and for once its not copied and pasted from texts i sent to my boyfriend)

I TOLD YALL I TOLD YALL VEGA WASNT DEAD!!

okay wow theres a LOT to unpack here. uhm.

so the general theory that demons dont go to Death when they die has been confirmed!! yippee!! their magic just gets scattered to the winds and it seems like its up to someone to stitch said magic back together in order to revive(?) the demon that was killed. yay!!

taking a moment to talk about Hush because HUSHH?? Hush freaking out about how he killed Vega and how Vega confused him was just. heart-breaking. omg. i was expecting many things today, but not Hush of all people having a breakdown. that really hit too close to home </3

now, Hush mentioned something when talking about Vega: he used the term "anacruses" to refer to our beloved manipulator. hello? sudden lore drop?? question mark??

more lore drops is Hush talking about how he met Vega before he was formed, and how he thinks he wasnt supposed to remember the demon, and i quote: "But a part of me, a tiny echo within me is made of those who made me, and that’s the part of me that knows him. Knows… Vega. The daemon before the demon. The voice before the song broke from the stave. I don’t think I’m supposed to remember him."

focusing on the "voice before the song broke from the stave" part; i looked up the term "anacruses", and what i find interesting is that the word "anacrusis" popped up. "anacrusis" has multiple meanings, but one of them caught my eye: "one or more unstressed notes before the first bar line of a piece or passage."

now, i dont know much about instrument lore, but (correct me if im wrong) this is referring to music. personally, i think this is really interesting (this may be the autism speaking), because we know that d(a)emons have some sort of connection to the spellsong. im sure Gavin or Hush maybe explained it once, i cant really remember. we also know that Hush is literally the silence in the spellsong. the plural of "anacrusis" is "anacruses". you can see where this is going.

we know that Vega is really old. we know he was around before the Cacophony, which makes me think that he was one of the first daemons to be created. like, "within the first ten" kind of first. Hush calling Vega "one of the Anacruses" has me thinking some things.

firstly, the term "Anacruses" may just be a sort of title for d(a)emons who were created before the Cacophony. this is plausible, and i think it would make sense. it could also refer to d(a)emons who were created before the existence of the spellsong, maybe?

we dont know much about the spellsong, other than that its this non-corporeal thing that d(a)emons and Hush have a connection to (and if we really want to reach, the Sovereigns as well). we know that every empowered person's core has a "voice" in the spellsong, and that if said person dies, their "voice" goes silent.

we dont know when it was created, or how it was created. but the definition of "anacrusis" got me thinking... maybe the "Anacruses" daemons are the ones who created the spellsong. its a bit of a reach (thats an understatement that a very long reach), but i think it's plausible. its like FNAF lore: if you dont think about it, it makes sense.

you must be thinking, "wow vinn thats a lot of word vomit! what are you trying to say?" what i said a few paragraphs ago: "Anacruses" just means "old demon" but with significant lore and meaning attached to it. thats it.

(i really like how Erik's brain works — props to him for working this into the possible spellsong lore)

i dont really have much to say about Hush saying he existed before he... well existed. what i take from that is that he could have been a non-corporeal being who physically couldnt take a physical form until very recently. whatever created him took parts of themself to make him. i dunno, im still trying to understand it myself.

uhhh anyways thank you for coming to my ted talk, youve been a great audience as per usual :D

[stawpny]

CALIYORK HEADCANNON TIME!!

I dunno I’m bored.

!ANGST!

(this is from a fic I made, I just feel like these need more attention)

it’s from “You’re the smartest dumbass I’ve ever met”

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-California is usually the big spoon in this relationship. New York just likes to be cuddled and hugged tightly, especially by the man he loves most in this world.

-New York was one of the first states to welcome Cali to the union when he first joined. New York was like 19 and. Cal was 15 at that time (ik it doesn’t make any sense whatsoever but it’s like human ages and I did no math either so yeah. I’m just going with that.)

- young California was all head-over-heels for young New York ‘cause he was fine af. (He still is but in a diff way)

- Young California followed the footsteps of York by making his state industrialized too so they could be together no matter what. He developed his cities and moved away from the idea of the Wild West. Texas was upset that he lost his close friend and blamed NY for tearing them apart, but he had no clue at all. Texas targeted him in the Civil war, but California protected him since back then he was so important to him. Cal and Tex got in a huge fight, leading up to their rivalry today.

- New York is the most oblivious fucking person you’ll ever meet. He finds things out really easily for other people, but when it comes to himself, he doesn’t have a clue.

(TW: 9/11)

- New York always spend 9/11 alone. He usually is confined up in his room, watching TikTok and when the occasional 9/11 video pops up, he’ll watch the thing over and over until he finally prys his sad little eyes off of it and scrolls. No one dared to bother him until Cal went into his room on that day, finding him curled up into a little ball on his bed. Cal hugged him and he just crumbled right then and there. :(

(NY would visit Ground Zero until 2005 where he felt like he didn’t need to anymore. There was nothing he could do.)

(TW: burns/fires)

- California has terrible wildfires as you may know, and New York once stumbled upon a shirtless Cal, in a very smoking room, and he had burn marks all over. New York helped him recover as a thank you for when he helped him with his problems. He checked on him every hour to make sure he wouldn’t die and gave him water.

(TW: scars from the two TW’s above)

- New York has scars from 9/11 obviously. He has one on his right arm, another on his left representing the two towers.

(TW: abuse)

New York has multiple scars from when he was a child, many on his wrist from being slapped with a stick or whenever he got something wrong in school, many on his back from getting whipped as a child from his father, England, and many from falling from being a wobbly kid.

- California has many burn scars obviously. He has some ranging from first to third. Third is when it gets really bad. He has scars from when he was a kid too, he was also a clumsy kid. He was a “adventurer” and he went on adventures with Texas all the time that he got hurt from.

- I feel like both of them would have asthma or some lung related illness for some reason. Like York’s from 9/11 and the Great Fire and Cal’s from all the fucking smoke from the fires. I know what it’s like now. And it sucks. One moment it’s clean and the next it smells like campfire.

(June 7, 2023 [the day we got all that smoke from the Canadian wildfires])

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hey

sorry if you read these before

but yeah you can have these of you haven’t read them yet!

yippee

btw, I post all my fics on ao3

I used to on wattpad, but that’s dead now

anyways, ily guys

bye! <3

[tragedy-peanut-gallery]

what do you think was aelor and aelora's whole deal? like, why suddenly bring back targ sibling marriage NOW? was it because they were the first opposite-sex pair of siblings in the family tree for the first time in a long while? or did aelor and aelora actively want to get married and the entire fam caved?

Oh I am totally with you on that tbh, the two of them as a married couple was a wackyyy decision on all fronts. I’m gonna try and come at this from two different points of view to try and explain this lol

So from a meta perspective, george needed to have family members picked off so 1. Maekar and by extension Aegon could be kings, and 2. The targ family doesn’t get too big and prosperous as to explain how they got extremely wiped out in Robert’s rebellion. So his problem is that he wrote these twins in Rhaegel’s line, who just so happens to be Maekar’s older brother. He needs them picked off in a way that could make sense, but would also not cause other problems like political marriages falling through- so the easiest solution?? Well have those two kids marry and have the fun added tragedy of seeing your own twin-husband killed in front of you! Yippee!!! This part doesn’t really make much sense it was more put together in my head but anyways

As for the perspective of the setting itself…. Well, tbh, I think it’s just a matter that the curse and the cycle just keeps looping back, no matter how many good kings try to stop it. Some targs down the line are bound to try and make incest happen again, no matter who in their family tells them incest is so not gonna happen (see both jaehaerys’ and their respective sister-wives). Clearly it wasn’t a product of Aelor and Aelora’s environment, since the last people in an incestuous marriage in their family had been dead long before they were born, but obviously something must’ve influenced them! Was it their unhealthy attachment to one another, maybe leading them to believe they’re one soul split in two bodies (SO jamiecerseicore omg <3), maybe they read the long history of their incestuous line, not realizing how a decent amount of those marriages ended in tragedy and failure? I don’t think Daeron would’ve arranged them to be together, not after seeing the horrors his own mother had to endure, but surely if they seem so happy together…. Maybe Rhaegel only wanted his children to be happy… Maybe they didn’t realize how strange and codependent their relationship was…. Maybe they could make the exception, just for them….

[see--sea]

I’m back lol

This is a continuation off my last post, which you can find here ———> (last post here)

So this is Mark. And he is so baby. So from the start, mark never got to know his parents, as he was in an orphanage when he 2 years old. When he was around 10-11, he got adopted by the sweetest people ever. Like, grandma and grandpa type shit (they might as well have been with how old they were). Mark did really good in school actually, especially for being an orphan. But cause of course, when he graduated high school, he joined the army. Back to high school tho, Mark excelled in English, As a letter of fact, he was taking collage English his junior year. He was also in band (SHUT, I don’t wanna hear it) and played trombone, so when he had Cooper, ofc he passed it onto him :3. Back to the army now, he was a combat medic, because he didn’t really wanted to fight people and he just wanted to help (ah he’s so baby girl, it would suck if I was about to traumatize him….) while in the Air Force, he meet his first Boyfriend :D ( we’ll name him Blake :3) They were a secret couple, but when they were together, it was hard to tell that they weren’t dating (they were young and horny :3) while on a tour, Mark was helping people, as a medic does, and all of a sudden, Blake was RUSHED into his tent. Blake was covered in blood and was missing a leg. Blake was out, cold. Mark couldn’t handle seeing Blake like this, so it left the tent while the other medic tended to his wounds. While mark was actually crying his eyes out in his bed, on of the medics come in to break the bad news. Mark was broken. After that tour, mark quit the army immediately, luckily he wasent gonna be there for long anyways as he just wanted collage to be paid for him (but now he has a dead bf >:3). After a year or two, he actually went to collage so he could become a English professor (cause of course, he’s a NERD) while in collage, he met Jennifer (she was a different type of crazy in collage) they “click” from the start, and after they both graduated, they got married :D. (By “click” I mean Jenifer toke advantage of Mark (I am a evil person)) so they got married, yippee, then a couple years later they have Cooper (YIPPEE) and oh my god, mark was such a sweetheart with cooper. It’s honestly scary how fast they bonded with each other. Anyways, you know the rest of the story, they get a divorce, mark meets Jessica, etc. etc. as of now he’s a English Professor at the near by collage, he’s gotten therapy for what happened to him when he was in the Army, and he is now 55 young ( he would say that lol)

Anyways, that’s all for now >-< I honestly have no clue when I’ll post next lmao, but yeah, bye bye for now :3

[olibensstuff]

I don't know if someone has already asked this, but I would, in fact, like to hear about this mission impossible au :3

It sounds so exciting and action-packed!

OK OK THIS IS GONNA BE A SUPER LONG POST YOU GUYS HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!

this is THE most self indulgent au I think I’ve ever made it appeals to me specifically!! Below the cut is the whole au plus some scribbles and sketches!!!

SO this takes place a few days pre episode one of tmnt 2012!! Which means these guys have NEVER left the lair before!! Something Bad Happens in the sewers I’m thinking explosion?? But the government goes in to check it out, where they discover the turtles!!! Splinter got very very hurt during sewer explosion and did not make it. When the gov finds the turtles, they’re coping with splints death and are Not doing well. The gov was going to take them in to study them, but the IMF get involved and offer them the Choice instead. Become a ghost and disappear, or be studied in a lab. Leo makes the decision for everyone

OK OK SO after that they wind up doing tons of super cool missions and stuff for the IMF. Raph is really angry at Leo for agreeing because he doesn’t like doing what some government wants them to do. He just wants to find a new sewer and go back to how things were (which they can’t really do anyways cause splinters dead). This leads to sort of destructive habits for a little while cause he’s so angry at his situation and lack of control in it

I DO WANNA ADD THEY GET HUMAN DISGUISES!!! They use fake backpacks to hide their shells and the rest of the disguise is literally just how they make disguises in the movie with all that cool tech!! I haven’t drawn many of them but here’s Raphs!!

I’ve got Mikey’s too but you’ll see that in a sec😚😚

OKOK SO THERES THAT CONFLICT GOING ON but the other bros are also coping?? Obviously it’s a lot of changes out of no where so they’re have an Experience

Dons a lot more deadpan- but in a silly way I promise

See????? Silly goofy🥺

Mikey’s stays the same for the most part!! He does have a bigger sense of responsibility though cause he wants to keep the family together while they’re constantly pulling off these crazy missions. here’s the crew and their roles!!

** Leo’s part is supposed to say “final say on plans” sorry😔😔 OK OK NOW THAT THATS OUT OF THE WAY HERES THE MAIN AU PLOT!!!

so the crew have done a couple of missions now, and they get one to figure out what’s going on at the TCRI cause a bunch of scientists have started going missing around that buildings area. The crew set up a plan, break in, only to discover it’s ran by aliens!! Who might have something to do with how the turtles came to exist in the first place!! And what’s worse is that there’s two teenagers caught up in the mix

introducing April and Casey!!

Mikey runs into them first and after they INSIST on helping he gets them roped into the whole thing.

Don doesn’t see April or Casey cause he’s doing guy in the chair stuff, so he isn’t crushing on April for this story BUT his and Casey’s relationship is still how it is in the show sort of

I just. I just really love their dynamic. It’s so funny to me. So silly….

in the end they take down all the Kraang after a bunch of cool action fights, raph and Leo make up, and everyone is happy yippee

SORRY THAT WAS LONG AND VERY INFODUMPY I CAME UP WITH THIS AT 12 AM AFTER WATCHING THE MOVIE FOR THE FIRST TIME SO ITS KINDA INCOHERENT

[flutteringfable]

for the ask game- susbedo / aurelius :3

YIPPEE *starts vibrating at unmeasurable speeds*

first impression - i’m gonna be so completely honest that was so long ago i can barely remember. i don’t think i ever had beef with him like scara but i don’t think i liked him? like neutral i guess. it was cool to have the whole clone/twin/imposter whatever plotline so that adds some bonus points

impression now - i am. so normal (<- lying). this is mostly thanks to luna’s interpretation of him, but god he’s so interesting!!! guy who was supposed to be a whole other guy and feels the need to live up to that and is jealous of what the other guy has!!!! so much angst potential but also so much potential for someone (jietang) to swoop in and show him that he doesn’t have to be what he was told to be!! love the trans coding from that as well hehe. the whole thing with albedo and rhindottir and all her creations is so super interesting anyway.

favorite moment - that sickass thing he did with the ice crystals. like when he finally attacks traveler and their friends??? like i would be dead because that is the coolest attack ever. and YES i know that was whopperflower-bedo (totally different imposter) but it was cool and i think about it a lot. also the end of the quest where he’s musing as he walks thru the snow?????? hell yeah.

ideas for a story - well, i actually have a little something in the works for him and jietang, but here’s some other thoughts ive had about them <3

jietang showing aurelius around liyue and chenyu vale. aurelius gets to see goats for the first time and is enamored by their fluffiness. they climb a mountain and stargaze. just cute couple things.

aurelius snuggling jietang to keep him warm, and jietang complaining about not being able to hold aurelius’ hand outside of dragonspine because aurelius isn’t used to the warm climates of anywhere outside of dragonspine.

jietang bringing aurelius to the windblume festival. at this point aurelius has completely dropped trying to be albedo, and looks different enough to walk around with his boyfriend without suspicion. imagining venti Knowing but he’s happy to see aurelius being happy so he keeps his mouth shut.

unpopular opinion - similar to what luna has expressed in the past, i really don’t like the characterization of him as a yandere type. i just can’t see it, and i feel like people tend to force that archetype on characters they see as “evil.” hence why i haven’t really looked for other x listeners of him because they’re all kinda the same and it makes me uncomfortable. in the wise words of luna, it makes my tummy hurt.

favorite relationship - non romantically, i really wanna see him and albedo interacting outside of the Situation from the event. they should talk i think. i also think he would genuinely try and befriend traveler post-event at some point, to little success (fair enough, i guess, but still). and obvs he and jietang are my favorite ship. like cmon now lmao /lh

favorite headcanon - over time, even without someone to guide him, he realizes he doesn’t *have* to try and be albedo. he can be his own person, with his own name and appearance and likes and dislikes. it takes him a while to act on these thoughts, but he always ends up realizing this and eventually takes on a life of his own.

[idontwantrobyntodie]

I think if my husband killed a bunch of women including my best friend but had a legitimately good reason, and then he DIDNT kill me because he actually liked me, that’s like. Worse. Like we’re just gonna insult the memory of the women you DID kill like that?? Okay 

More under the cut as requested by @daisywords! Warning it gets. Long. 

The Wrath and the Dawn has reminded me of the time I read basically exclusively YA fantasy written by authors who did not understand how fairy tales, royalty/courts, OR romance works; it was a dark time and I’m thankful for the growth I’ve experienced. It is ostensibly a retelling of 1001 nights; or technically, the frame story of 1001 nights, but after THREE stories told that part is abandoned and it’s just a straight romance. 

And maybe if the romance was good that wouldn’t matter but I have no idea why these people are attracted to one another, especially because, you know, he killed her best friend! Complicating this is the fact that when she entered the palace, she already had a perfectly good childhood friend/fiance/first love, who she forgets about the moment the Caliph starts being nice to her. I understand this was put in to up the ~drama~ and romance but it makes the romance even less convincing because how am I meant to believe that Shahrzad’s love for the Caliph is real if she abandoned her first love so quickly?? Huh?? The role of the fiance/first love in the “plot” (there wasn’t much of that) was to rally a force to get Shahrzad back, but that could have been achieved by anyone! A father, a brother, an uncle. But no, we need another love interest to make this more interesting, so let us cheapen her love by making it seem incredibly fickle. 

So with the love story thoroughly discredited by itself, there’s nothing left but the fairy tale retelling, and that’s. As aforementioned. Not great. Like I said the storytelling thread is abandoned very quickly, but even so there was never much done with it anyway. 1001 nights is a story about the CLEVERNESS of a woman, who SCHEMES with her younger sister to take down the evil king. This Shahrzad goes into the castle to avenge the death of her best friend Shiva, WHO HE KILLED, and she gets soo many chances to kill him, but she doesn’t, and I couldn’t tell you why. Also, we never learn anything about Shiva except her name, and she’s basically forgotten about as soon as the main couple start making eyes at one another, so yippee for sacrificing a dead woman who we claimed to love for the good of the romance with her killer. I love it when novels written for young women in 2015 are less feminist than stories from the middle ages! 

Also this is petty but there were soo many descriptions of clothing and food and people’s appearances that were borderline uncomfortable. “Hazel orbs” “bronze arms” please stop. I literally laughed out loud when Despina, the Greek handmaid, was described as having “eyes bluer than the Aegean” because she’s GREEK did you know she’s GREEK!! The way Greece/Ancient Greece is treated in fantasy novels is so wild to me did u know that’s a place? People live there? I’ve actually stepped foot on this mystical soil! 3/10, I had an allergy attack and my friend Luka got stung by a wasp. How would Shahrzad even know what the Aegean was? Do ur eyes always just happen to be the color of the body of water nearest to where you were born? Are my eyes the brown of the mud on the banks of the Lana river? Pls say they aren’t, that river is full of sewage 

That said the one (1) plot thread I did enjoy was the one where Despina the Greek (did u know she’s Greek?? Got the eyes to prove it) handmaid is secretly pregnant by the captain of the guard/Caliph’s cousin and isn’t telling him. I live for trashy gossip-y plotlines like that and also I’m ovulating, so. If I ever find the second book in a used bookstore or at the library I would consider picking it up to see how that one wraps up, and because hatereading is unfortunately fun

spent three dollars on a used copy of this YA retelling of 1001 nights that I never finished in high school. fully expect it to be bad but I want to see how they redeem the serial wife-killing king in the name of feminism

[quicksilversquared]

So because the bird species that I’m currently working with is primarily active around sunrise and sunset, that means that I have a very odd schedule right now to try to get enough food/sleep. Currently it follows the pattern of:

Sleep 1 (~5 hours, if I’m lucky)

Breakfast 1 (enough to keep my stomach from rebelling, little enough to. uh. also keep my stomach from rebelling)

Work 1 (dawn surveys. Lots of standing in completely dark woods in the dark. Lots of strange noises.)

Breakfast 2 (because HUNGER)

Sleep 2 (a couple more hours)

Lunch, probably. Or more breakfast.

Work 2 (sorting dead insects)

Snack or lunch, depending on what I did earlier.

(insert a break here)

Dinner 1 (don’t want to be hungry in the field)

Work pt. 3 (trying to catch birds)

Dinner 2 (don’t want to be hungry at 3AM)

...anyway I’ve been getting back from bird trapping at, like, 10:30pm this week and then starting work again the next morning at 4:45am, and that is responsible for 90% of the sleeping/meal nonsense. Next week is going to be the same, and then we get a short break from the 4:45 work before starting it again, at which point we will presumably have an earlier sunrise/later sunset, so Sleep 1 will get at least a bit eroded....yippee.

[violexides]

The DreamSMP Explained (By Someone Who Has Never Watched Any DreamSMP Stream)

cracks knuckles. okay, fucking FINALLY doing this. ahem. 

Couple things to preface with, will keep this brief. 

This isn’t entirely blind. One of my best friends has helped out in places, just because I wanted to hit on everything (accurate or not), and I know mutuals/friends who post and write about DreamSMP (though how much of that is AU or canon-typical, I can’t say. I can’t tell). I’ve never seen a single stream, but I’ve seen a few clips. So, my understanding is a bit more than the title may imply, but still not a lot. Sorry.

Also, this will be very, very long (near 2k words). All under the cut, will TW this with themes of abuse, death, manipulation, unreality, hallucinations, and me having an abrasive sense of humor where I revel in the glee of calling these guys European twinks. Though, speaking of. This is ALL about the actual characters, not the people. I don’t know anything about most of these actual streamers, so, no hate to them. In fact, I think they’re pretty cool for having come up with a… somewhat coherent… narrative, all through using Minecraft as a medium. Anyway.

Sigh. Without further ado, 

So. There’s this place. Made by Philza, AKA God, AKA one of like six different gods. Philza, born from the womb acting like someone’s 43 year old uncle, has three kids. Wilbur, Tommy, and Tubbo. There are other people here, with some scattered ancestry that raises some questions, but I don’t really care who fucked an Enderman and had an 8’0 tall kid (Ranboo DNI).

There are also places! Sometimes! On a good day, there are actual, intact locations. We’ve got hits like “The Badlands”, which I think was taken from about three different dystopian novels I read in third grade, “El Rapids” (Quackity, Subpoena (autocorrect wins this round), and Karl made this one), “Pogtopia”, no comment on this one, and “L’Manberg”, which Wilbur made. 

Only one of these is going to be important.

So, might be a good time to say this: I don’t know what the inciting incident of DreamSMP is? I don’t know what was the catalyst for all this shit, but I’m going to take a guess and say Wilbur blowing up L’Manberg had something to do with it.

… That’s going to be a pattern, by the way. Just. Stick with me here. 

So, Wilbur is an older child who read the Hamlet parts in literature class and can only cope by ripping down the very creations he has and taking the entire world down with him to hell. Which is to say, he throws a pity party after Jschlatt (some bitch who abused Quackity, that’s another trend, yippee) wins an election and decides to blow up the fucking kingdom and kill Jschlatt.

Little does Wilbur know, the devil may work fast, but Jschlatt getting a fucking stroke and dying out of nowhere works faster. 

I’m not kidding. He gets a stroke, he dies, and Tubbo takes over. I’ve tried to puzzle out the government structure of DreamSMP for a while and have drawn zero conclusions. In any case, Wilbur also tells Philza, his… father…, to kill him. And Philza fucking does? For some reason, like, holy shit.

Anyway. Wilbur is now a ghost. So is Jschlatt. The… life system, on this server, is really strange and I don’t know how to fully explain it. Just know that nothing has permanence here. 

I’m going to throw this out here because I don’t know when it’s relevant, but I wrote down something about Karl being in a place called the In Between. I don’t know how the hell he got there or what the hell he’s doing. This might be where the discs are? I can’t explain the discs. I… think they are fighting over the discs? Don’t know why, Wilbur makes music himself, I feel like you have enough to go around.

(Stream Saline Solution it reminds me of my best friend only if you want okay thx)

L’Manberg gets blown up again. This time, Techno did it. He did it just after giving this speech about Theseus, which, jokes aside-- the writing of DreamSMP is actually really good. That was all done on improv, and I did watch an animatic with some of the audio from it, and damn. I’m a whore for metaphor and I love this for him.

This happens, and Ranboo and Tommy decide to do a little hehe and burn down George’s house. Who is George? Good question: a king. Of what? Good question: call me the antithesis of a Ranboo kinnie and get me some discs because I hear no answers.

Dream gets pissed off by this (who gave him authority, I don’t know) and builds a wall. He for some reason decides that if Tommy, and only Tommy, breaks some rules, the wall will stay up forever. So, naturally, Tommy immediately yells at him, and Tubbo gets pissed (what happened to the whole, who are you without me, yourself, thing?). Dream exiles him, which is bad enough, but then Dream burns down his house, so now he’s double exiled.

Dream kins Julius Caesar but Julius Caesar does not kin Dream and I think that’s important. 

(It had to be important enough for me to literally go back and edit this in, for no reason, because I think I’m really fucking hilarious.) 

Techno takes in Tommy and shows him his super secret cave of evil, which Tommy promptly screams at. Philza and Ranboo visit sometimes, but mostly Tommy just sits there. Dream says “fuck you” to Techno, but Techno decides to wage war on L’Manberg, so Quackity and co. come over to try and kill Techno, but Techno kills Quackity with a pickaxe, but Quackity has three lives for some reason, and then Dream blames Ranboo for blowing something up for literally zero reason, and can you tell how tired I am.

Ranboo sees a smiley face in his notebook and zones the fuck out while Dream tries to kill… Tommy? No, Tubbo. No, fuck, no it was Tommy. I don’t know why people suddenly care about it n- NO, NO IT WAS TUBBO, he is TRYING to kill TUBBO. 

I hate Europeans. 

Ahem. Dream goes to jail, but he has books in jail, which is a horrible idea. Everyone knows that if you give a war criminal some novels he’ll accidentally haunt someone else’s dreams and launch psychological warfare with the prison guard, Sam, who has zero idea what he’s doing because he probably didn’t sign up for this.

Also, I’m gonna say this here because I don’t know when it will fit in. There’s this place. Called… the Egg. Now, I don’t know what goes on in the Egg. I don’t know what the Egg is. I don’t know who decided to name all these fucking things, because I think the Egg is just a box made of bedrock. I think Ranboo hallucinates about it, but Ranboo hallucinates about everything so I’m not really sure. I’m going to call it here and say that this is probably a bad sign.

People are trying to talk to Dream. First BadBoyHalo, who gives Ranboo this little note from Dream with a smiley face. Or maybe that was SapNap. Either way, Ranboo hallucinates seeing Dream, and then actually sees Dream but he thinks he’s hallucinating? I don’t know. 

Then we get Tommy. Basically he kind of comes in here and Sam, being a good prison guard, allows Dream to beat Tommy to death and then revive him (don’t ask about the revivals just pretend it makes sense please). He tells Tommy he’s also going to revive Wilbur which Tommy isn’t a big fan of, considering that Wilbur, uh. Vague hand gestures. You get the schtick. Hopefully. I don’t know.

Anyway. Uh. Quackity loses his shit, also.

As in he talks to Jschlatt, the ghost of his abusive husband. Makes a deal-- if Quackity here loses, he revives Jschlatt. I don’t know what the winning conditions are, but, thankfully, they don’t matter because Quackity loses damn near instantly. 

So he goes to Dream and Sam gives him really powerful gear for no reason. Dream is a bit terrified by this situation, and Quackity is like “give me the fucking book”, and then we never find out what happens because Quackity ends up covered in blood about to blow up El Rapids. I hadn’t expected to mark Quackity off on the demolitionist bingo, but hey, all’s fair I guess. My next bets are on Tubbo or whichever bitch became god of the sea. 

(I also made a joke to my friend about me kinning Quackity (the character not the streamer could you fucking imagine), to which they said “you’d torture someone for information”? So. I guess Dream, uh. Hm. That explains why Quackity was bloodied. Uh. Oops. Don’t know why he’s playing Poker, though.)

So, for my sanity, as we come to a close, I’m going to start listing lore details that I don’t know nearly enough about but are probably important. Just… bullet point them. Might be a bit tacky of me but I have shit to do, dammit. By that I mean, I don’t have shit to do, but I’ve had this doc open for literally 1-2 weeks and I just want to be freed.

List Of Other Shit That Happened:

Ranboo started an arg, so there’s a character named Z now. Can’t believe the kid I knew in middle school who didn’t know where the Middle East  was made it into the dreamSMP omg! 

Tubbo did something immoral, and we still don’t know who his dad is. By we, I mean me. 

Eret exists. That’s all I’ve got for this one. They’re important. Probably.

Karl hallucinated six versions of himself and left the In Between to go to hell. (Lil Nas X girlboss gaslight gatekeep in this motherfucker!!!)

Ranboo and Tubbo got married because taxes exist </3

More on this last point: they opened a hotel, despite Tubbo being a king, and Tommy got mad at them for getting engaged without his permission. But Tommy was literally dead when they had the wedding so I’m not exactly sure what he was expecting. Either way, he’s fine with it now.

Kids getting adopted oh shit oh fuck. Also, mpreg is canotical. Make this what you will. 

DreamXD is a god now. I don’t know who DreamXD is. I don’t think anybody else does either.

I’m like 60% sure George is dead. 

I’m like 60% sure Philza is immortal.

Going through my ‘notes’ to make sure I didn’t miss anything and I’m just getting more confused, so I think I’m going to call it here. Props to everyone in the dreamSMP for creating kickass lore, I would not summarize any of it ever again if you held me at fucking gunpoint, and thanks to my mutuals/friends for letting me ask a lot of really stupid questions as I try to puzzle this out. And also, another thanks to you all for reading this. I hope to God this was funny. 

I really, really, really fucking hope that Tumblr doesn’t cut this off for a long character count. This is longer than some of my fucking oneshots. My God. This was so fun, don’t get me wrong, but I also want a hit of a candy cigarette. Make it two, actually. Or three. All at once. 

Anyway. Drink some water, stay safe, and remember that statistically speaking, 100% of people with a name starting with “T” need to put down the Greek mythology books and learn about the ethics behind pyromania. Goodbye, Theseus. 

[foxgirl87]

I’ve changed Atlas and P-body’s names and have given Intelligence and Curiosity names :3

Anyways, back to story!

Chell teams up with WheatPaw and LapisWing (and maybe RatTail) to come up with a plan to kill LemonStar and “save the clan”. WheatPaw comes up with most of the plan and the others fix any holes that were in it

Something something the plan goes well and they kill LemonStar. Yippee! Everyone votes on WheatPaw becoming leader sense he came up with most of the plan, surely nothing will go wrong with making him leader (something goes wrong)

WheatPaw and MoonHeart go to the ApertureClan equivalent to the moonpool, a giant fucking machine they found that probably has so much radiation in it that it could kill someone, so he can he get his lives

Anyways here’s a scene that I’ve been rotating in my head forever

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MoonHeart nudged WheatPaw towards the large machine “Go on! There’s no reason to be scared!” She comforted him. WheatPaw breathed slowly before gently touching the machine with his nose, he immediately fell to ground, quickly losing consciousness.

When the tom awoke he found himself surrounded by millions of cats, most of which were perched on the limbs of a giant tree, certainly larger than any tree WheatPaw had seen before.

One of the cats padded towards him, its paw steps light and graceful. “Hello, WheatPaw,“ Before the cat even said his name WheatPaw already knew who he was, “my name is CaveStar.”

“Hell- Hello mate- I- I mean CaveStar!” WheatPaw struggled to change his normal greeting, one that he had gotten so used to. He quickly bowed before looking back at the leader “Are- Are you going to give me one of my nine lives!?” His voice was filled with excitement.

But, just as WheatPaw finished his sentence, CaveStar shook his head “I’m sorry, WheatPaw, but we aren’t giving any lives…” There was a a bit of regret in the leader’s voice but not enough for WheatPaw to pick up on.

“Why not!?” WheatPaw asked.

A cat jumped off of one of the lower branches of the tree and walked over to the two toms “You just aren’t fit to be leader.” The dead warrior said bluntly.

“But- but the living cats voted for me!” WheatPaw cried in desperation.

“And they were fools to do so!” An apprentice said as they creeped out from behind a boulder. Their cold eyes and words pierced what was left of WheatPaw’s confidence.

“That’s not fair!” WheatPaw cried again. “I- They-“ the ‘apprentice’ struggled to speak as tears begin to form around his bright blue eyes.

CaveStar shook his head once again and touched WheatPaws nose, causing the tom to become unconscious once more.

As WheatPaw awoke he felt MoonHeart next to him, her tail curled around his body “Are you ok, WheatStar?” WheatPaw’s, now WheatStar’s tail tip twitched with happiness as he heard his new name “You were crying in your sleep…” The medicine cat continued “I know the life giving ceremony can be painful… can you stand on your own?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, mate…” WheatPaw said as he stood up and quickly followed MoonHeart out of the room.

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WheatStar makes Chell his deputy (despite the fact that she desperately wants to leave). This pisses VioletFlight (who was also spying on WheatStar, Chell, and LapisWing back when LemonStar was leader because he’s a little suck up) and EmeraldClaw off, but only because they weren’t made deputy instead

With VioletFlight and EmeraldClaw beginning to hate him, WheatStar gets more and more paranoid, believing that the rest of his clan mates don’t respect him. It doesn’t help that Chell just wants to leave the clan and not rule it with him

Because of all of this paranoia WheatStar starts to test Chell again, which makes him somewhat more calm but it doesn’t last for long…

Fuck it ranting time

Portal x WC AU

Allegiances!!!

Clan: Aperture Clan

Leader: LemonStar(Fur) - GLaDOS

Deputy: We don’t do that shit around here

Medicine cat: MoonHeart - Morality

Warriors: VioletFlight - Fact

EmeraldClaw - Rick (Apprentice: SunPaw - Space)

[NO NAME YET] - Intelligence (Apprentice: [NO NAME YET] - Curiosity)

WheatPaw - Wheatley (He was going to become a warrior but his mentor mysteriously went missing and nobody wanted to train him)

BlueHeart - Atlas

OrangeFur - P-body

Queens: N/A

Dead cats: All of the other warriors (scientists) that I’m too lazy to name

CaveStar(Claw) - Cave Johnson

Outsiders: Chell

RatTail - Doug (Was WheatPaw’s old mentor. Ran away somewhere around the time LemonStar became leader)

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Main story for the AU: CaveStar founds Aperture Clan and makes LemonFur his deputy, he later dies of green cough or something idk.

LemonFur becomes LemonStar and kills a bunch of cats and gets rid of the deputy role so that if she dies she’s taking the clan with her (I’m still trying to come up with her reasoning). RatTail runs away before she can kill him but he accidentally leaves his apprentice, WheatPaw, behind :/

Moons pass and a loner named Chell comes across the clan. She asks if she can join and LemonStar is like “sure but you got to do some “tests” so that we can trust you”

The rest of it is a WIP because I can’t for the life of me figure out how LemonStar would keep Chell in the clan :/

[lucaonthropy]

Imagine ToA characters in a Hunger Game AU tho. I don't want to write anything about other characters because it's clear they'll all be dead and it'll be too much angst in one post lol.

Anyway, Apollo and Meg's alliance would be great, since they would just defend themselves all the time and overall just trying to survive while other tributes kill each others, with some exceptions when Apollo, either ran out of arrow or just distracted, got attacked and Meg killed the attackers (this could lead to a lot of hurt/comfort situation heh heh). The other way around could also work.

In the end, when both of them were the only one left, neither wanted to kill the other because they had spent their whole time together and being protective of each other.

This situation could end like the OG Hunger Games with them tried to do double suicide and the game got cut off short because of it. Or, their suicide happened and that year game had no winner. OR, they could pull a Catching Fire and Apollo shot a found arrow at the barrier and they were all free -- yippee!

Honestly, I would like to write more about this AU but even just imagining myself writing the deaths sounds awful.

(I said that, but I keep seeing Lit as the second tribute with Meg from District 3 and at first he resented everyone else and made an alliance with the Careers. Then Apollo saved him once and Lit didn't like having any string attached, so he saved Meg and Apollo in return, but got struck to his death. Yup. Nice thought, Luca. Your mind is awesome.)

(Also I'm not sure if I want to add Hyacinthus to the game. I mean, poor guy's already met his sad end in canon. Should I kill him again in this AU? I don't really want that. But whether he was a tribute or not, he's Apollo's bf in this AU. Oooh, probably he was the one who got his name pulled, but Apollo volunteered for him. Wow, that's probably the only nice stuff in here.)

(Or another take of this au, but Meg-centered and she was the winner because Nero's influence on her was too strong and she killed Apollo. Yaay.)

(Anyone please slap me. This is awful.)