#bri object stuff

[moonsidesong]

touhou guys but tge funny online objects haha. thinking about how characters woulg behave in game show settings is fun

[thatlotuscookie]

What about an Oikawa x Y/N where Y/N's love language is gift giving except the gifts are random stuff she finds? Like, Oikawa will open up his gym bag to get his water bottle and it's stuffed wildflowers, colorful buttons, shiny rocks, pretty feathers, etc??

✧･ﾟ: a/n: : thank you for the req anon!! Oikawa is just completely head over heels for his girlfriend and just melts over her small, simple gifts. The way he adores the thoughtfulness behind each one just really gets me! Hope you enjoy this fluff and i hope you enjoy :D

✧ Title: ✧ The Gifts You Give ✧ ✧ Characters: Oikawa Tooru x Fem!Reader ✧ Genre: Fluff, Romance ✧ Rating: G ✧ Summary: Oikawa is used to being adored by fans, but it’s the small, thoughtful gifts from his girlfriend that make his heart skip a beat. Each token, whether it’s a wildflower or a shiny pebble, carries the love she has for him in the simplest, most meaningful ways. ✧ Content/Tags: Head Over Heels Oikawa, Fluff, Love Confessions, Gift-Giving, Relationship Development, Y/N and Oikawa ROMANCE!! ✧ WC: 984 words // 5.5k chars

Oikawa Tooru was used to being adored. Fans waited for hours after every game, squealing his name, hoping for an autograph, a smile, or even the briefest glance in their direction. He was flattered, of course, and though he had always enjoyed the ego boost that came with it, none of it ever compared to the way you looked at him.

The two of you had been dating for over a year now, and despite his ever-growing popularity, Oikawa’s focus remained fixed entirely on you.

You, with your lopsided grins and your little quirks that made his heart do flips. You, who loved the quiet moments just as much as the loud, excited ones. Your way of showing affection was different—uniquely yours. There were no lavish dinners or huge surprises, no expensive gifts wrapped in perfect boxes. Instead, you showed him your love in the simplest, most meaningful ways: the handful of wildflowers you picked on your way home, the smooth pebble you found on your walk, the shiny rock you discovered while you were out exploring. These were your gifts—gifts that had no price tag, but held a universe of meaning to him.

At first, Oikawa didn’t quite understand it. Why give him something like a tiny jar of sea glass when his fans showered him with elaborate gifts like plush toys, chocolates, and jewelry? It felt almost… too simple, too personal for someone like him. But then, one day, when you handed him a little bouquet of daisies tied together with a piece of string, you explained it.

“These remind me of you,” you said, with a smile that made his chest tighten.

At that moment, it clicked. Your gifts weren’t about the objects themselves, but the thought behind them. It was about the fact that you saw something small, something beautiful in the world, and you wanted to share it with him. Each gift was a piece of your world, a treasure that you had chosen just for him. And when he held each one, his heart swelled with warmth. It wasn’t about the shiny stone or the colorful feather—it was about the love behind it.

The first time he discovered one of your gifts hidden in his gym bag, he was confused at first. He was digging through his bag for his water bottle when his fingers brushed against something soft and delicate. Pulling it out, he found a bundle of daisies and lavender, neatly tied together with twine. He blinked, stunned, as he also found a smooth, glittering stone, a black feather that shimmered in the light, and a button that seemed to sparkle like a tiny gem.

Oikawa stared at it for a long time, his lips curving into a soft smile.

“What the—”

“Captain, you good?” Iwaizumi’s voice broke through his thoughts, and Oikawa quickly shoved the items back into his bag, his face heating up.

“Nothing!” he said, far too quickly.

Matsukawa raised an eyebrow, clearly interested. “Another fan gift?”

“Not a fan,” Oikawa replied firmly, zipping up the bag and walking away quickly. “It’s from my girlfriend.”

There was a brief pause, then Iwaizumi let out a low whistle. “She’s got you wrapped around her finger, huh?”

Oikawa smiled proudly. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Later that night, when you were both settled on the couch, curled up under a blanket, Oikawa couldn’t help himself. He had to know.

“You put those flowers in my bag today, didn’t you?” he asked, his voice filled with amusement.

You glanced up at him, playing innocent. “Maybe…”

He chuckled, leaning in closer, his voice dropping to a teasing tone. “You’re unbelievable. Do you know how distracting it is to find things like that during practice?”

“Distracting in a bad way?” you asked with a mischievous grin.

“Distracting in the best way,” he admitted, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “I’m lucky to have you.”

You smiled, your heart fluttering at his words. “Good. That’s the point.”

It wasn’t long before the gifts kept coming—each one just as random, yet heartfelt, as the last. Sometimes he would find a colorful button tucked into his gym bag or a tiny smooth stone hidden in his jacket pocket. Other times, it would be tucked under his pillow or stashed in his shoes.

One day, after a particularly exhausting practice, Oikawa opened his bag to find a small jar filled with marbles and sea glass, the colors swirling like a sunset. Inside, nestled carefully among the glass, was a folded note, written in your neat handwriting.

For when you need a reminder that you’re my favorite person in the world.

Oikawa stared at it for what felt like an eternity, his heart swelling in his chest. He had to take a moment to breathe before he could bring himself to pull the note from the jar, his fingers shaking slightly as he read it over again.

When he came home that night, he wasted no time. He found you in the kitchen, humming as you prepared dinner. Without warning, he pulled you into his arms and buried his face in your hair.

“Hey, Tooru, what’s up?” you asked, voice muffled against his chest.

“Nothing,” he murmured, pulling you tighter. “I just… I love you so much.”

You smiled against him, your arms wrapping around his waist. “I love you too, Tooru.”

And in that moment, Oikawa knew that no matter how many people were clamoring for his attention or how many fangirls sent him gifts, none of it mattered. Because when it came to you, he didn’t need anything else. You were his treasure—his everything.

No one else could compete with the way your love made him feel. No one else could offer him something as precious as the thoughtfulness and care you showed with every small gift.

He would never trade that for anything in the world.

[an-spideog]

Verbal Nouns

Verbal nouns are one of the three grammar points in Irish that I think pose significant challenge, at least as an English speaker, and someone asked me a question about them the other day so I thought I'd edit my answer a bit and post it here.

Q: I have a question about verbs, I've noticed that sometimes a verb would have a "ú" at the end of it many cases, for example when I was researching how to say "in order to do smth", I came across it In order to finish the project : Chun an tionscadal a chríochnú In order to clarify the situation : Chun an scéal a shoiléiriú Why is the verb different? I've tried finding a tense related to it but I can't find anything, how's it conjugated?

So this is called the "verbal noun". It's the same version of the verb as you use when you say "I'm [X]ing"

I'm finishing = Táim ag críochnú I'm clarifying = Táim ag soiléiriú I'm running = Táim ag rith

It's used in this situation similar to an infinitive, when you're saying "to finish" or "to clarify" there's no tense specified. And as you see there, the direct object is put before the verb and a (+ séimhiú) goes between them.

úll a ithe = to eat an apple rud a chloisteáil = to hear something

You can't always know how to form the verbal noun - there's no one rule - but there are a lot of patterns, one of them is ú which you mentioned, so most verbs ending in -(a)igh will turn into -(i)ú

críochnaigh -> críochnú soiléirigh -> soiléiriú bailigh -> bailiú

the most common pattern for one syllable that don't end in -(a)igh is -(e)adh, like

dún -> dúnadh ceap -> ceapadh bris -> briseadh

There's lot of exceptions too, so you get stuff like

ceannaigh -> ceannach cuir -> cur

And it can vary by dialect or even within a dialect as well

feic -> feiceáil (connacht), -> feiscint (munster) clois -> cloisteáil (connacht), -> cloisint (munster), -> clos (munster)

As I said, this is one of the more difficult topics in the language, and the exact ins and outs of the syntax can be quite difficult, so feel free to ask me any questions if you didn't understand something here.

[the-firebird69]

It really is a pain in the **** we know a day and we know kind of money it's leading up to it's not huge but it's real money he could sit around doing stuff. As opposed to examining everything cause he's bored and John Remallard is forcing him to. So it's not really that bad and it's not going to be a stressful. For us either and that's the whole objective the guy is a complete loser and I found out it's truth and his brain is screwed up in a different way and he will start doing this stuff and we're doing after him and for showing things to our friend here and for his aside commercials he wasn't even small and now he is from this two years of dog crap the timing of it is not that hard to figure out it shows when he bought things like the broom that's tea he's buying other things in like June small stuff and he bought something it's not much in July he bought a few big things in August they're bigger the House and stuff came later it's it's very odd what is buying is almost the same and he's going to buy like a table or a desk and things like that and really any really cheap but he's tired of the way it's organized here everyone is and he wants to do things a little differently and it will change the way things look but it's kind of a hard layout so I took a look at it and said I don't know what to do and it is tough so it's not what you can buy for this place just a desk so you can eat and work and not have problems and JC and Mary bought things like that and it was rather simple stuff in July and I think we might make the timing August you bought a couple horses no he had those shrimp he's buying some things don't tell us stuff but it got money so it might help and our friend says it will and we're moving forwards but this is going to be an interesting day.

bja

And we do like what we're hearing and from a son to there are several things he can do to try and change how things are going one of them is transportation he doesn't know what to do but he knows he can try and do something. The other is housing he might try and do something there but he needs to wait until he gets more funding.

Thor Freya

We're getting ready we can have more announcements later when they mature and we'll get back to you.

Olympus

thanks bri about time eh. This is dragged on for a long time this guy trump is heading for a disaster and he is ruined a lot of lives and he is a bad guy he thinks he's a good guy and he was not trying to help people with covid 19 which he himself caught.

Hera

good point

bja

[gazellefamily]

SISTERS (1972)

"I mean fire obvs. Embryonic Bri DeP just makin' giallo. Swap in Edwige and Susan Scott or whomever and set it in whatever the Staten Island of Italy is and it's the same deal. Our guy Chaz Durning the platonic ideal of crusty slob private eye is here, trying to help Salty Jen and her Bowie mullet solve what happened to the poor guy who made yogurt with a dimdum Canuck babe. Spoiler he dead. Kidder kidding me with her Quebecois accent - she sounds like a Thundermist memere and I'm not sure why she needed to have it. My guess is she cajoled Bri into letter her use it. Kidder - where we at? Like objectively b'tizz but like Sonny said I get strong elementary school teacher vibes from her? Because she was Lois Lane I guess? Yo there's some sort of...still appropriate? Kind of? Race stuff in here. Like proto-ACAB or whatever? Prolly just an accident." -Tommy Gazelle

[prvtocol]

cyberpawn​ ( V. ) —

    You know what they say, do what you love and you’ll never work a day in your life! That’s exactly what the mercenary profession was for V, it was like runnin�� amok in a candy store and grabbin’ every opportunity that presented itself to you! Night City was baked chock full of these opportunities, these moments to truly seize the day, carpe that fuckin’ diem and feel the sun on your face. The city was warm, even burning in some spots with all of its activities and hustle and bustle. Even though Bri and Vale originated from two different ends of societal standards, they hoped that Bri could see their love of the city in everything they did.

    The expression of relief and reference to the Mothra keychain as “her” got quite a big smile from the mercenary, who was so often mocked for feeling empathy and emotions for the objects around them. Their smile only grew at the question about gigs and the refill of water. This refill the hope not to chug and utterly demolish in five seconds, but they gaze at the glass as they think about all of the work they’ve done and the eddies they try to save to travel one day.

    “Yeah! A lot of gigs end with me being chased down! I’m really good at getting into places pretty okay at sneaking around, but uh. Sometimes I mess up! I get caught and I have to make a break for it, but it’s part of the fun! Because then you get the extra adrenaline of gettin’ chased across town!” Their laughter made it plain and obvious to see how they viewed their life and the many dangers they faced. “Japan sounds preem as fuck, maybe one day I’ll have enough eddies I can visit!”

    Puffing out their chest in pride at the compliments, Vale couldn’t hold back a humble “Aw shucks” as Bri sang their praises. “Come oooooon, you can’t give me all the praise now! Look at you! You’re amazin’! You deal with assholes in business all day! I’d rather get chased down by Maelstrom any day than face down someone in marketing or human resources. It takes a lot of strength to stay so kind when everyone around you wants you focused on sales ‘n stuff. How do you stay sane there? I think I’d quit after one day!”

“You certainly are good at getting into places. Somehow you managed to get in here.” Wryly she pipes in after their laughter subsides. Reminder is made in jest; chin turning and eyes cornering for affect as the closed-mouth smile stretching her glossy lips further gives amusement away. All somewhat forgiven though not forgotten. Breaking into and being chased out of North Oak estates must all be part of the fun. Glass of water is grabbed and wavers at her front before taking a sip, sobering her face’s amusement. 

Prior encouragement to go abroad didn’t seem to be taken as offense, it feels amiss in retrospect. Well-traveled is an apt attribute for the director even without the corp transfers as reason. Life’s itinerary took her to near every continent and even the moon. A reminder need be set in her high class mind that most people are born and die without setting a foot outside their hometown, or city as it is. An expense that goes unconsidered anytime she boards a plane. Though a big dreamer like V. probably will get the chance, or at least she hopes. “Someday you’ll get there, I’m sure you will.” 

Likewise, humble they may be, perhaps she divulged into a bit more praise than she should. One thing Brianne does not hold back on is paying compliments when compliments are due “No, no. Please don’t turn this around,” small hand waves dismissively when under the same treatment, though the question is taken to heart. 

“Well,” voice drawls and face sobers. The near empty glass is her hand gains a glance before being set down on the counter once more. How does she manage? Barely. But she can’t say that, nor that she’s counting down the days to retirement. “Not everyone is as awful as you think. And the responsibility I have to the people who work under me, those in my department, they need me to remain as sane as possible so their jobs aren’t any harder than they already are. Compared to Maelstrom though, hm,” she hums. “You really think some corpo execs are that terrifying?”

[courcgecus]

I find great joy writing characters that have lived in barrel. There’s just so much development.

[tabitha2]

I exist to be humiliated, degraded & used for entertainment & sexual pleasure. I will change my body & behavior. I will stop reading, dress slutty, get plastic surgery, visit beauty salons, sway my ass while I walk, pump up my lips with fillers, act dumb, flirt, not use big words, wear a corset, speak higher, only speak when spoken to, bleach my hair, take estrogen, practice heels & makeup, wear heels skirts makeup everyday, look slutty, be in chastity, look at horoscopes & pictures of naked Men & trashy magazines, watch porn, follow makeup & clothing review Youtubes, ask for help with simple tasks, get a man to decide, as I giggle, jiggle, wiggle, edge, smile, please, obey, serve, submit… totally. I will surrender any pretending to smarts or dignity, & just get a job in the adult industry so I can focus on fixing my appearance & training to be a super duper sexdoll with no distractions from a “normal job”. I will give up boring wage work to follow my real career : kink model, stripper, escort, pornstar, camgirl, or sugar baby. I will tell people it’s all I’m really qualified for. I will need someone in my life to take care of all to do with money & stuff that’s too hard for me— probably a Man. I don’t have to be attracted to Men tho I might look at Men or imagine on them getting hard about me until I find myself getting turned on too. But it will be my job to please Men. I’ll always show respect for the Men paying for my show or services— their hard cash is letting me redo my body. I will show my thanks by being the most filthy slut they’ve ever had the pleasure of using. I will let go of my pride & dignity & limits. Maybe I was a tomboy girl-licker in the past but now I’m a sex object & all i gotta worry about is being sexy & getting sexier. It’s how I’m trained. And gosh, it’s really all about the Men, right ? I never sass. When a Real Man slaps my ass in a club, i laugh then bend over so He can feel my ass properly ! When a Real Man interrupts me in the middle of a sentence, i shut up & smile as He talks. When some Man sits across from me on the train, i spread my legs open so he can see up my skirt & decide if he wants to use me… & I can tell He’s a Real Man if He gets real hard about it, maybe takes it a step further by grinding into me when He gets up… umm. Omg. I just accept it. Accept my low place in society ! In the street, women throw me dirty looks & treat me with disgust. Men stare at me, harass me, grope my hyper femme body, talk down to me, say nasty horndog shit, & treat me like a clueless child. The gays sneer, the dykes leer. And you know what? i love it ! I don’t need respect; i want the attention. Nobody respects a bimbofied girly slut cunt like me, it’s true. They all can see that I became a sex object : a hot fun stupid stacked sex object. And that’s how I will be treated, all ways, as if I have always been, for the rest of my life. And it’s so much more easy to just smile & nod & go along with shit. Like there’s no point in me offering up an opinion or sticking up for myself when everybody can see my number 1 priority is to sit on Cock often— as much as I can, even in my asshole. Uh huh— & I love the pain— hurts so good. Love the pain ! Girls like me are always in pain. My silly high heels hurt my feet while i trot along, my corset makes me struggle to breathe, my face is a mix of numb & sore from plastic surgeries & Botox needles, my ass hurts from all the groping, my pussy throbs raw from being constantly pounded, my fake tits hurt my back, my nipples ache & leak from the hormones, my throat is sore from daily face-fuckings, my arms hurt from where guys have held me down or tied me up while using me, my chastity rubs or my thighs do and it’s made a line of blisters by my sex that sting to walk, my body itches from the jizz on it, my hands are cramped from doing tugjobs, my eyes sting from Men repeatedly blasting my face... & I love it ! I love it all— because i know that all these things hurting me bring pleasure to people who use me. It proves my dedication to being a fuckslut bimbo whore.

But I will never ever feel too happy with the way I look— I can always do better ! An adult star bimbo slut whore like yours truly can always look more sexual, cheap, feminine, & ridiculous. Im always soo totally aware of all the areas I need to work on— & i swear i promise forever to keep working towards being a better sexdoll... to never be done or feel totally satisfied with my look. It’s part of why I need Men’s attention in my life, all my life— all those looks & voices & texts & catcalls & flirts & hollers from big rough tough mean strong well-hung handsome rich stud hunks saying that I look fuckable. It’s the only way a girl like me sucks seed— succeeds in her blowjob. And it’s hard. Figuring out what Men want is so hard. What they want is like always changing. And even when I get close it changes. Like I used to look too beautiful, so I dyed my hair a cheap blonde & cut most of it off, & recently injected my lips with 5 rounds of plastic fillers to get ugly dicksucking lips. So now I look more like a generic sex object— & it’s awesome. I didn't want to look too stunning or unique or respectable because then guys might not realize I’ve accepted my place as a horny cumdump. Looking sexual & looking beautiful are very different things— a pro bimbo always looks sexual. Of course I feel sad making myself less beautiful— but how I feel is unimportant. How Men feel when they see me and use my body is all that really matters.

#am wayside #adapted (mostly) from

https://sashadesade.tumblr.com/post/169798669261/sashas-top-7-sissy-tips

[illfoandillfie]

Anyone who has been following me for a while has probably seen me talk about a project I’ve been hoping to get started - creating a Queen themed tarot deck. Well, good news, I’ve finished basic planning stuff and I’m ready to start actually making the cards!

BUT I am definitely not up to creating 78 individual artworks, so that’s where this post comes in. 

I’m looking for artists who would like to create a piece or two which will be used in this tarot deck. I’ve organised general ideas of what each card will feature so that we get a good range of images and theres a connection to the meanings of each card.

For the moment I’m going to focus on the Major Arcana of which there are 22. So, if you are an artist in the Queen fandom and would be interested in participating please follow the link below to a short survey I’ve created where you’ll be asked to rank the cards in order of which you’d be most interested in creating art for. 

LINK

Below the cut I have included the list of cards and the prompts for each one, as well as some other info about the project. If you have any questions that weren’t covered below please send me a message (via ask box or dm)! 

If you see this and aren’t artistically inclined please give it a reblog. I’d love this post to reach as many artists as possible and I can’t rely on tumblr to show it in the tags or anything so I would love some extra help spreading the world. 

Why A Tarot Deck?

I’m honestly not even sure where exactly this idea came from. All I remember is that one day I thought it would be a fun idea and then I started thinking about it more and realised just how much work it would be. In an effort to learn about the meanings of the tarot cards I started learning to read tarot (something I’ve been curious about for many years now anyway) and it all sort of snowballed from there. 

Why Multiple Artists? 

Because I’m not confident or capable enough of pulling this off on my own lmao. I enjoy making art but I struggle big time with drawing people and faces and I know I would give up after a handful of cards if I was doing this on my own. But multi-artist decks are very much a thing in the tarot community and theres some really cool ones out there. 

What Sort of Art?

Anything. Whatever medium you enjoy using - digital, watercolour, acrylics, charcoal, etc - and whatever your style is! As long as you can send me a clean copy that can fit into the card template, then you can do what you like. The prompts I’ve chosen for each card are also fairly loose because I didn’t want to limit anyone’s creativity. Part of the joy of a collaborative deck is everyone’s individual interpretations of the cards and the imagery on them. 

The only times I may say you can’t depict a particular outfit or moment is if I’ve already planned it to be on one of the minor arcana cards but otherwise you’ll have free reign. 

 I Don’t Know Anything About Tarot, Does That Matter?

NOPE! After the survey responses have been collected I will deal out the cards to everyone (hopefully in a way where everyone gets to work on something they really want to 🤞) and part of that will include a PDF with some information about the card - keywords associated with it, examples of other decks, why that prompt was chosen for it, etc - to help you get started if you need it. I am also always available to ask questions or bounce ideas off of. 

Distribution?

This is the part I’m still looking into. I am wary of putting these up for sale anywhere because obviously there are copyright things and using people’s likenesses and all of that and the last thing I want is for my favourite band to take me to court lmao. Currently I am investigating a site called Make Playing Cards which basically lets you design your own card decks (one of the specific options being tarot cards) and print them off without having to bulk order anything. I’m just not entirely sure if they let you upload and share a design for free or if you have to put them up for sale. I’ll also create a PDF version that people can print themselves at home if they like. If anyone has any other suggestions for this I am all ears! 

Of course something like Kickstarter is also an option I guess but, again, I’m still looking into all of this. 

Time frame?

I definitely do not want to rush this. The loose timeline I’ve been working off of gives you three or four months to create your card after which time I can start finding people for the minor arcana cards. But, this can be adjusted depending on how many people sign up and y’know if everyone submits their pieces earlier than that then we can bump the next stage up. But I want to give everyone ample time to create something they are proud of. And I am very aware that the current global situation is affecting people’s creative energies and on top of that some of you may be participating in Inktober or similar things around this time of year, so I am also happy to extend the timeline.

What Happens If Not Enough People Sign Up?

Look, I guess it depends on how few artists are interested. Ideally I’d get enough people to do the major arcana but I’m not getting my hopes up. There is a question in the survey asking if you’d be willing to create multiple pieces so if there are left over cards I can hand them out to anyone who says they want them. I can also do a couple myself I just can’t do all 78 cards on my own. 

What Happens If Too Many People Sign Up?

I am surprisingly prepared for this scenario. Firstly there were a few ideas I was throwing around that didn’t end up being used in the final list so potentially we can create some alternate cards. 

Secondly, there is still the minor arcana to do as well. The minors will work a bit differently though. The minor arcana is similar to a deck of playing cards with four suits (wands, cups, pentacles, swords) and the numbers ace through ten plus four court cards (king, queen, knight, page). I was thinking the same artist could pick a number or court position and create the four cards for it so that they all match, if that makes sense. That way all of the Fours will look the similar and all of the kings will look similar etc. SO if anyone doesn’t get to do a major arcana I’ll check if they’d be interested in tacking a minor instead. 

You Said There Would Be A List Where’s The List?

The Fool/s - Smile

The Magician/s - Queen

The High Priestess - Freddie in The Great Pretender

The Empress - Roger in The Great Pretender

The Emperor - Miami

The Hierophant - The Prophets Song

The Lovers - Freddie and Jim

The Chariot - Tour Bus

Justice - Present Day Bri

The Hermit - Older John

Wheel of Fortune - A Night At The Opera/Bohemian Rhapsody record

Strength - Ben Hardy

The Hanged Man - Highlander (or any of the queen songs featured in it)

Death - Bri in the Hard Life video

Temperance - Naked bicycle race

The Devil - Death on Two Legs

The Tower - Frank from News of the World

The Star - Rami Malek

The Moon - Gwilym Lee

The Sun - Joe Mazzello

Judgement - Adam Lambert/Q+AL?

The World - Made In Heaven/Tribute Concert

As you can see there’s a mix of Queen themselves, other people associated with them, objects associated with the band, and songs. I know some of these are sightly out there or unusual but please have a think about them and see if any spark your interest or get the creative juices flowing. I am also open to discussing potential other images to use instead if you’ve got an idea. As long as they can be tied to the meaning of the cards. 

[hollenka99]

Whenever and Wherever

This is ridiculously late because I didn’t have much time to work on it thanks to irl stuff so sorry about that but happy (belated) birthday @bupine. Have some bench trio.

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The first time their paths cross, it's in the tailor shop run by Tommy's family. Tommy seems to be manning the counter while his brothers and father are supposedly in the back. The customer is clearly an enderman hybrid if his facial features are anything to go off of. He's just here to order a suit for a new job as a stenographer for the mayor apparently. Ranboo lingers longer than he likely expected to when he walked in as the three of them make conversation together. Before their latest acquaintance heads off, they decide to meet up again outside of work hours.

Talking to Ranboo comes easy. Before too long, you could tell Ranboo's work schedule based on where he was found lingering. At the tailor's shop? Well, it was likely one of his days off and he wanted to keep Tommy company for a while as the owner's son worked. At the bakery? That usually meant Ranboo was on his lunch break and hoped to sneak something sweet into his midday meal. He occasionally buys a few flowers for Tommy with the excuse of 'livening up his workspace' and offers Tubbo his attempts at baking. Whenever possible, the three of them either made time during lunch or in the evening to hang out together.

Then Ranboo seems to realise he gets off work around about the same time the bakery owned by Tubbo's family closes for the night. That mixed with the fact he really isn't the best with anything kitchen related... Listen, Tubbo was simply being a good friend by helping him out. Plus, who wouldn't want to take advantage of an excuse to spend more time with one of their best friends? It becomes a... thing, their evening practice sessions. Tommy once comments on it during a lunchtime meet-up, only to tease them but it kind of hits Tubbo how often Ranboo swings by so they can bake together.

It becomes blatantly clear everyone knows what's going on between the two of them when they hang around at the back of the tailor's one afternoon.

"If one of you doesn't ask the other out, I will break into your homes, steal your clothes and alter them so they're unwearable. Then I will make you pay to have them fixed."

"We... We uh, aren't-" Ranboo begins defending.

Tommy glances up from his sewing machine as he switches it off. "Fucking hell, just kiss or something, I don't know. But please stop forcing me to watch the two of you make eyes at each other whenever we hang out. We haven't been 16 for years. Sort yourselves out or whatever."

So they clumsily arrange a 'date' and let things go from there. It goes... well. A second attempt to make sure the first wasn't a fluke wouldn't hurt, nor would a third. It soon gets to the point where this new dynamic feels entirely natural. Tubbo's only worry is that Tommy might feel like a third wheel. Their mutual friend assures them he doesn't care about that. Besides, they know him, if he was actually bothered by it, he would have complained a ton by now.

Getting engaged isn't a big affair. In fact, it is a complete mess that occurs on Ranboo's sofa following a lull in conversation. He trips over his words, segues into various rambley detours and eventually manages to get to the point where he asks the all important question. Tubbo knew his answer the moment he realised where his boyfriend was headed with the conversation.

"So Tommy," Tubbo leans over the counter. The way he very blatantly holds Ranboo's hand only causes his attempt at acting nonchalant to come close to failing. "How much for a couple of wedding suits?"

"You're not getting a friend discount. In fact, I think I'll double the typical asking price purely because you are my friends."

"I hate you, you know that, right?"

"Hmm, might even make it triple."

"I will personally uninvite you."

Tommy and Tubbo maintain straight-faced eye contact for all of five seconds before the taller of the two breaks into a grin. Before the new fiancees can react, Tommy has his arms around both of them, drawing them in closer.

"How could neither of you tell me you were looking at rings? Absolute crime, that, if you ask me. Especially since I'm obviously the bestest man around. Disgraceful, the both of you. How can you sleep at night knowing you left me out of the loop? Gonna have to quadruple the price as punishment."

An elbow to the ribs leads to a slightly pained inhale before the three of them descend into snickers.

3.

Is it bad that he forgot land-dwellers need air?

Tubbo had been watched the two of them from afar. The one with sand-coloured hair makes himself round as he falls a significant distance towards the water. After a few repeats of this odd practice, he decides he will greet the human when he next appears in his domain. Tubbo grabs him by the arms with a friendly smile but it doesn't seem the human is so keen to befriend any merfolk. In the struggle, he gets a weird appendage to the face. Not one to be easily put off, Tubbo swims to the surface in time to see the boy communicating angrily with one whose hair colour resembled those of a beast he's been warned about. He thinks he'll dub them Sand and Orca for simplicity.

Orca spots him watching their conversation and walks over, positioning himself close enough to include Tubbo in any discussions they may want to have with him but far enough that Tubbo couldn't physically reach either of the boys with his arms. Sand greatly disapproves of this supposed fraternising with the enemy. Orca keeps attempting to communicate but their languages are vastly different so all it amounts to are gestures. When they leave, Tubbo finds it funny how the one named after a deadly predator is the most willing to be friendly while the one whose namesake he loves lounging upon occasionally had a tendency to come off as hostile.

The pair of humans don't visit him everyday and even on the days they do, the position of the sun isn't always the same when they arrive. Nevertheless, they continue to come as often as they are able and Tubbo appreciates that. He can't replicate any of their human vocalisations and though they try, neither of the human boys are particularly great at whistling and chirping properly. The constant gesturing seems to be the only way for them to communicate but they somehow manage to become firm friends despite it all.

One thing Tubbo definitely understands is fish. He is perfectly capable of getting his own food and honestly prefers catching it live anyway but if they want to offer him a snack as a sign of friendship, he's hardly going to say no. There's always the option to share the food with his family later. He brings Sand his namesake as a way of thanking them. Even if he knew a good place to observe orcas so he could extend a similar gesture to his other friend, Orca apparently can't swim. At least, that's how Tubbo interpreted it when his friend once pointed to himself, motioned as if he was pulling himself forward in water and shook his head afterwards. So Sand is the only one who sometimes joins him in the shallower water. And Tubbo has learned from his mistakes now, he makes no attempts to keep Sand below the surface longer than the human boy can manage.

One day not long after they meet, Sand tries to tell him something he can sense is important. He gestures between himself and Orca, points to the sun and makes a wide circular motion with his finger, extends his arm so it rises above their heads then ends the message by pointing to the shore. It takes another round of reiterating before Tubbo begins to potentially understand. They will get big with the sun and be here? It sounds odd but he supposes he can't physically stop them from leaving.

The sea grows warmer and cooler then back again over and over. He visits their spot each time the temperature rises. They never come. Or maybe he just keeps missing them when they do show up. He's not sure. Either way, he gets older and grows into young adulthood as the years continue to pass. He hopes the same is happening to them. They did promise to return once they got bigger too, after all. Although, the thought he might have wildly misunderstood Sand's parting message isn't always easy to not dwell on.

His waiting finally pays off and he couldn't be more ecstatic. They've both grown weird shells on their backs that he feels would be ineffective at defending them, their feet are disproportionately longer and their faces are practically unrecognisable with protective shells around their eyes and mouths. They are much larger than the last time they all saw each other too. But it's them, it's really them! Not to mention them seem to have developed the ability to breathe underwater somehow. Unsure how to greet them properly after all this time, he rushes off to the seabed with a grin and presents them with a fish as well as a fistful of sand. They look between themselves before accepting the gifts gratefully.

As the sunlight wanes on the surface, the humans sit on their familiar secluded spot of a caved area while Tubbo lets the water lap around him. The human duo have suddenly lost their strange shells now, both on their backs and faces, as well as returned to having better proportioned feet. Orca offers his own reunion gift. If Tubbo were human, he might have made use of non-existent tear ducts to inadvertently express how moved he was by the object. Because oh wow, he was never able to communicate Orca's

4.

Tubbo knows what it is like to be displaced by war. He'd been born in a time of technical peacetime, though everyone knew this would change sooner rather than later with all the tension.

He's 9 when the war seems to decide it's time to directly come for him as the son of the president, more than the resource shortages or street violence ever could. An attempt to assassinate his father that he'd been too close to lands him in hospital. It's officially too dangerous for him to remain a symbol of how safe their country was. All those not old enough to potentially enlist get evacuated, Tubbo especially.

Snowchester is... alright. It's isolated and out of the way, which is probably for the best in the general scheme of things. But at his age, all he really cares about is making the most of the snow before the novelty wears off and questioning how long it will be before he can go home to his family again. The answer was less than a month and 'we don't know so you'll just have to sit tight. Okay?'. So he reluctantly settles into his new life. He makes an effort to get to know the handful of other kids from the village in the hopes of gaining at least one friend to help him through this, he wanders around the marketplace on Tuesdays to find the sweet highlight of his week and for the hell of it, he challenges himself to become a master snow sculptor. Tubbo also writes to home to let his family know how he's doing but it feels like it has to go through 50 hands just to reach them for the sake of maintaining his secrecy which really sucks. By the time he celebrates his first birthday without them there, he had given up on arguing about the risk of just ringing them.

Then when he's 11, men posing as sea merchants arrive on their frozen shores during the night. Before he's even fully woken up, he's on a horse in his goddamn pyjamas and clutching a pitiful bag filled with whatever he and foster father had managed to stuff into it in 2 seconds. He doesn't get to bid Snowchester a proper goodbye. They're already on a rowboat they'd kind of stolen after racing through the trees when reality finally begins dawning on him. The man who'd looked after him explains they were headed to a new place that would hopefully prove to be safer than his old home.

He's used to the cold of a tundra by now. This place is more landlocked than Snowchester but not everything can be on the coast. He guesses the isolation and lack of enemy reinforcements arriving directly at a village is a good way to decrease the risk of attack. He hates it here. Snowchester might have been a fair distance from other places but at least there had been a bunch of people around. This was literally one guy looking after two kids, now three, in the middle of actual nowhere.

Phil does his best to be accommodating, he will give him that. And the other boys he's living with aren't too bad half the time. But it's too much. He decides he'd rather keep to himself. Ranboo, like Phil, is a bit more patient with him than Tommy is. Ranboo is willing to play a chess game he has no chance of winning or solve the same jigsaw for the 5th time that week. Tommy, on the other hand, will talk at him or encourage him to go outside.

"If nothing dangerous happens, you have to... make me a hot chocolate. Yeah, that seems like a decent payment."

"Payment for what?"

"For getting you to stop sulking and enjoy the snow obviously."

He humours him but he makes sure his reluctance is unmistakeably evident. It turns out Tommy has excellent aim when it comes to throwing snowballs. When Tubbo complains about this, Tommy simply shrugs and reveals his brother is the commander of the army so what did he expect? It doesn't matter whether you're hunting for food or stopping the enemy from getting you first, precision and accuracy are important for survival. That's part of the wisdom Wilbur had bestowed upon him before going off to lead their side to victory anyway. Tommy then ends his speech by standing next to Tubbo in order to cram a previously concealed handful of snow down his back in a surprise attack. Tubbo swears he is going to work out how to dislodge half the roof's worth of snow on Tommy's head tomorrow for that. When they finally head back inside, Tommy lets him know he'd like his drink to include whipped cream and those tiny marshmallows if they still have some lying around.

In time, he learns Tommy had been sent far from home the same as he had. Logsted had been 'a tiny shithole with nothing on offer to do' that eventually fell prey to the same exploitable feature that Snowchester had. Phil had been an old contact of General Soot's so when the initial relocation efforts fell through, Tommy was sent to Phil. No big deal. Well... listen, Tommy can act like a prat at the best of times but he supposes it is nice knowing he's not the only one paranoid this will abruptly end terribly one night.

The days, weeks, months roll by swiftly. The three of them have snowball fights at least onc

5.

Technically, it's Tommy's fault they nearly die. He'd been so insistent on fighting the dragon like his father once had that Tubbo had lost the will to try dissuade him. To be fair, he was all for it. It was only that Tommy was eager to jump right into the challenge while Tubbo… would prefer to actually survive.

They agree it will be an 'in and out' affair. They'll sneak down to the nearby portal at night, kill the dragon and hop back to the Overworld before their absences are noticed. If their families are unaware, they will never get in trouble for this. It can be an epic tale to impress future acquaintances but one to keep to themselves within earshot of those who'd scold them for it.

So that's what they do. With diamond armour and arrows they 'borrowed', the pair of 15 year olds face the dragon. They've already assigned themselves roles with Tubbo being in charge of destroying the crystals and Tommy tackling the dragon as a distraction. The plan is to take on the beast together once Tubbo's initial objective is complete.

It goes to shit when Tubbo barely makes a water clutch after being pushed off a tower by the force of an exploding ender crystal. Tommy had tried to get closer to him to provide support but ended up getting caught in the dragon's toxic breath. And then one of them must have accidentally triggered hostile attention from the surrounding endermen. A perfect example of sod's law, everything that could go wrong seemingly does. They tire themselves out too much by trying to return to more neutral odds. It doesn't happen. The cherry on top was the dragon knocking Tubbo into a pillar with her wing.

He's definitely had enough of this bullshit by the time he lets the developing concussion steal his consciousness. Let them just respawn in the bed they'd set up right outside the stronghold's portal room so they can be done with this. He really doesn't want to lose a life, especially not to a stupid stunt like this. But by this point? Fuck it.

When he wakes, it is not on the ground. It seems to be in a building on some sort. Has someone taken him home to work through his injuries? Tommy couldn't have since the next time Tubbo sees him, he has a haphazardly constructed splint on his leg. They bicker about their disastrous exploits until Tommy grouchily alerts them to the presence of their host, a young looking enderman.

It passes them a written message and Tommy, being the son of someone who is pretty much a jack of all trades when it comes to learning about other cultures, has a go at reading it. It's nothing too elaborate, just a summary of what happened while Tubbo was unconscious. The End native had spotted their plight as Tommy continued to get bombarded by aggressive endermen and toxic fumes courtesy of the dragon. All it had done was bring them home and attempt to give them medical assistance. Now here they were. At the bottom is a word Tommy's never seen before.

"Dunno what the fuck a Ranboo is."

"Maybe it's his name, idiot. Look at where it is, it's a signature."

"Oh, yeah maybe. What kind of stupid name is Ranboo though?"

They can't go back without the dragon dying and neither of them are in a position to make a second attempt, especially at the start when they are still both recovering. With no way home, they resign themselves to their new reality of living permanently in the End. The least they can do, in Tubbo's opinion, is try their best to communicate with their host by learning enderspeak. That goes... very slowly. Even with Ranboo helping out and Tommy's head start, it's not the easiest thing for them to learn. The humans share some of their language with the enderman in return.

Either way, they start living in their new home as Ranboo's guests. Their diet becomes saturated with chorus fruit and the first time either of them accidentally teleports during a meal, it's a shock. Their new friend waits until Tommy's broken leg heals before occasionally showing them around the islands that make up this dimension. They visit an end city that happens to have a ship nearby at some point and Tubbo resists the urge to lightly smack Tommy at the back of the head for acting like he's not impressed. They may possibly never be able to go home but come on. there is a literal massive ship floating in the sky.

Phil comes for them as soon as it feels like they might finally be getting used to their new way of life. They get the scolding of a lifetime mixed in with Phil making his relief and worry painfully obvious. They introduce Phil to Ranboo and of course the guy is conversational in enderspeak. At one point, Tubbo catches Tommy making a jabbing motion towards his father with his thumb incredibly subtly before rolling his eyes. As deeply in trouble as they are, as much as they were settling into what they believed to be a more permanent life change, the promise of home fills Tubbo with anticipation. He can't wait for the four of them to return to the Overworld.

Because you're coming too,

+1.

He's never been so eager to go to an airport in his life. His mum half listens while concentrating on the road as he rambles about all the plans the three of them had started making for the upcoming two weeks. There were so many games on their list for them to try. And yes, he knows they won't be able to get around to them all but they'll be damned if don't make an effort to dent it. Oh and then also all the stuff that got picked on the spinning wheel from Ranboo's stream a while ago.

Tubbo is beside himself as they wait in the arrival meeting area. There's no word of delays so come on, get here already. Then there he is, wearing his signature sunglasses and mask in the midst of the emerging crowd. Once the pair are close enough to do so, Tubbo throws his arms around his friend. And god, he knew Ranboo was much taller but he doesn't feel he'll hear the end of this, especially not once Tommy shows up.

They've already established this in preparatory voice calls but as they head towards the car, Tubbo explains that Tommy isn't due until tomorrow. So maybe they could watch one of those Starkid shows tonight since Ranboo's internal sense of time will be screwed by the long journey and Tubbo's hardly the best at maintaining a circadian rhythm as it is. His parents and sisters will go to bed and that's when the party can really start. Ranboo suggests The Trail to Oregon purely because the scene where Slippery When Wet threatens to murder god lives rent free in his head. But it would ultimately be up to Tubbo when the time came tonight.

Just outside the car with Ranboo's luggage in the boot, he asks his mum to take a picture of the two of them. He dms it to the missing member of their trio with a smirk.

Tubbo: Bet you're so jealous right now

Tommy: No because he's going to hang out with me more after I get there

Tubbo: As if

Tubbo: Can't wait for this week

Tommy: Same

Tubbo: Ranboo says hi btw

Tommy: Wow cringe

Tommy: Can't go on call rn but I say hi too

Tubbo: Whos cringe now?

Tommy: Shut up

He and Ranboo spend the entire journey home chatting about everything and nothing. Oh, these next two weeks were going to be amazing. Tubbo can't wait.

Tubbo wakes slowly. He doesn't tend to be startled by Ranboo's lack of eyelids as often nowadays. They may not share a bed that frequently, separate homes and all that, but he's seen his husband crash on his sofa after an exhausting day enough times to gradually get used to it. Michael had managed to snuggle up between them at some point in the night too. The little zombie piglin boy is fast asleep as well. Tubbo readjusts his arm so it encompasses their adoptive son, drawing him closer slightly.

Distantly, he recalls he's planned to meet up with Tommy later and it makes him think. A husband who cares about him enough to make Tubbo one of people whose side he'd stand by if necessary, a son whom they both love and would defend with their lives and a best friend who still stuck by him despite how much they've changed in the several months since they first met. He'd like to think that regardless of the timeline or universe, he'd always have them or close enough copies.

Content with his situation, he lets his eyes slip close once more and drifts back to sleep.

[anti-the-glitch-bitch]

Into the void

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 3,054

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I am abruptly awakened by an annoying poking in my side. I groan a bit and try to slap the annoyance away. The poking in my side stops, but now there is a finger poking my cheek nonstop.

“Okay. I’m up. Just stop poking me with that infernal finger before I bite it off.” At that moment, maniacal laughter echoes in the closet. “Anti?” I’m still half asleep when I open my eyes. Beautiful blue eyes are looking straight into mine.

“Ha-ha. Still half asleep, are ya?” Sean chuckles as I scramble for my phone. My cheeks are on fire the moment I hear his cute Irish boi accent. After scrambling for what seems like hours, I finally manage to turn the video off. “Yeah, I guess I am. I didn’t mean to fall asleep. I must have been super tired from the flight.” I mumble as I try not to freak out again. Sitting up, I look over at Sean and realize he is sitting on the floor. He must have seen my confusion because he scoots back a bit. “I figured if I was sitting on the floor, ya might not throw another loaf of bread at me.”

“Mark is never going to let me live that down. When I die, it will read. Here lies Bri. She threw a loaf of bread at Sean’s face. Sorry about that, by the way. My body went into panic mode and decided to attack?” Sean just laughs at me and starts to stand up.

“Neither of us will. I wouldn’t be surprised if he makes a commemorative video and tells his fans about all of this. I’m just glad it was soft.” Sean smirks and holds a hand out to me. I hesitated very briefly before taking his hand. With a quick tug, Sean has me out of the closet and on my feet. Huh. Sean is a lot taller than I realized. I mean, I didn’t think he was super short, but I thought he was my height. I’m 5’7”, so I’m not exactly short either, but he seems to be about the same size as Mark.

I stretch for a minute, trying to work the kinks out from sleeping in the closet. Sean walks over to the door to give me a bit of space. Which I very much appreciate. I can’t hear the conniving bastard anywhere, and that makes me very concerned. That means he could be plotting my next humiliating moment.

“You know he did that on purpose, right?” My question seems to confuse him. He cocks his head slightly with a questioning look. “He knows I’m a spazz, so Mark waited to tell me you were gonna stay here, at the second, just to see what happened. Though I don’t think it went down exactly as he expected.” 

We stare at each other for a moment before we both start to laugh. It takes a few seconds for us to calm down. “That does sound like something he would do. He told me you were staying here for a while, but he didn’t warn me that I would have to watch out for flying objects!”

“Exactly! I’m sure he’s hiding somewhere plotting his next big prank.”

“I don’t think so? He told me he had to finish recording. I figured the least I could do was make your lunch since it looks like I interrupted the two of you. That’s why I came looking for ye.” Sean looks so adorable when he blushes. It’s only a slight tinge, but it stands out on his pale skin. It gives me some ideas for a prank or two in the future. “I don’t think I like the look on your face. That’s the kind of look that Mark has when he is up to something.” He backs into the hallway with his hands up as if I might attack him.

I give him an innocent smile as I follow him. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m just going to the kitchen.”

“Uh-huh. Yeah, we’ll just see about that.” We joke the entire way to the kitchen. My anxiety is all but forgotten. 

My eyes must be playing tricks on me because as Sean passes a mirror in the hallway, his reflection seems to flicker. For a second, it looks like Anti, green hair and all. Very strange because he hasn’t dyed his hair in forever. His hair is his natural brown color.

What in the actual fuck is going on with me today? It must be because I fell asleep watching those videos. I’m starting to doubt my sanity. I’ll have to lay off the Dark\Anti obsession for a while. Otherwise, someone might try to commit me to a nuthouse.

“Bri? You ok over there?” My head snaps to the kitchen, where Sean is standing by the island. I realize I’m just standing in front of the mirror. I take one last look into it, but all I see is me. “Um. Yeah. For a minute, I thought I saw….” I shake my head, realizing how crazy I would sound if I finished that sentence. “Nothing. Never mind.” I smile when I walk over and see a plate with a couple of sandwiches on it.

“If you’re sure.” He returns my smile and pushes the plate towards me. There is a flash of some emotion in his eyes before it disappears. Worry? Concern? I shrug it off and go rummage in the fridge for something to drink. Cans of Mountain Dew are sitting on the bottom level. Ah, my sweet addiction. Mark makes fun of me all the time because I usually have one with me. Yeah, it’s terrible to drink if as much as I do, but I really don’t care.

“So, any idea on how long Mark is gonna be holed up there?” I start digging into one of the sandwiches. Sean looks up from his phone and laughs. “How do you feel about being on camera?”

“What?”

“I said, how do you feel about being on camera?” Sean puts his hands on his hips, giving me a giant smile. “Um...Ok, I guess? Why?” I have no idea what’s going through his head, so I’m just going to roll with it.

“Great! Mark’s getting everything ready now, but in 20 minutes, all his fans are goin ta know we are staying here. You’re going to make your first appearance on the channel!” He is so enthusiastic about this that it’s hard to say no to him. “It’ll be great! All you’ll have to do is say hi. Mark probably won’t start recording until we get in the room. So, hurry up and eat. I’m goin ta see if Mark needs any help setting up.” He slaps my back and is practically bouncing as he leaves the kitchen. I watch the mirror as he walks past it, but nothing weird happens.

I really, really, really need to lay off those videos. They’re making me hallucinate. Either that or the flight messed me up more than I thought. I sigh and start thinking about this new development that Mark has thrown at me unexpectedly. I should have known Mark would have more than one trick up his sleeve. First, it was Sean, and now it’s getting me on camera. I really am going to murder him. Slowly. Like maybe Criminal Minds style. Munching on the sandwiches, I start scheming at ways to get back at Mark. I’m just finishing the second sandwich when my phone goes off.

Mark: Hey, you finished yet?

Bri: Just finished. Why?

Mark: We have everything set up. We’re just about ready for you to come in.

Bri: Give me 10 min. Let me brush my raggedy ass hair and maybe put on a new top.

Mark: Let me know when you’re done.

I put my plate in the sink and grab my drink. Rushing upstairs, I hear laughter coming from down the hall. It sounds like the guys are having fun. When I get to the guest bedroom, I immediately start looking in the duffel bag for my brush. It only takes a few seconds to find it. My hair is short, black with forest green highlights thrown in here and there. It doesn’t take very long to get it thrown up in a high ponytail.

Next, I rummage through the suitcases until I find my Loki shirt. I head to the bathroom to make sure I look semi-decent. The hairs on the back of my neck start standing up, and I get the creepy sensation that somebody is watching me. The mirror doesn’t show anything, but I look around me because I be paranoid like that. There’s really nothing in here with me, but the sensation only gets stronger.

“Back off, ya spooky bitch!” I sort of whisper/shout in the bathroom. I still can’t find anything here, but it never hurts to set boundaries, in case of, you know…. ghosts. That weird feeling fades away, and I feel like I can breathe again.

Well, that’s not terrifying at all. I check the mirror one last time, grab my drink, and head to Mark’s recording room. I can hear Sean’s voice but can’t make out what he is saying.

Bri: Yo. I’m outside the door.

Mark: Come on in.

“What’s happenin Cap’n?” I saunter into the room and see Mark and Sean sitting at the desk that’s along the far wall. They both turn to look at me with a slight smirk. There is an extra chair by Mark that I head towards.

“Hey, guys!! I know you thought Sean was the surprise guest, and he is, but I have someone else I want to introduce you to. This is my best friend, Bri. We grew up in Cincinnati, and she has finally decided to come for a visit.: Mark laughs into the camera as I give him a push.

“Hardy har har. It’s not my fault you moved so far away, you little shit. Keep it up, and I’ll start posting pics. You thought the Septiplier ship had sailed before? It’ll be 20 times worse once I send these bad boys out into the world.” Mark starts groaning while Sean holds his hands up.

“Whoa. Whoa. Hold it there. Don’t bring me into the equation. I didn’t do anything. I’m pretty sure that ship doesn’t need any more references.” We giggle, and I start looking at the screens in front of me.

One monitor has a bunch of technical stuff up along with a box showing the three of us. Another screen has a chatbox that seems to be really active. Comments are flying by so fast that it’s tough to read, though one reoccurring word catches my eye. Checking my phone really quickly, my suspicion is confirmed. “Hey, so I have a question I need to ask everyone watching.” I stand and get behind Mark. I place my hands on his shoulders and start squeezing. Not enough to hurt but enough for me to feel him tense a little. “How mad would y’all be if I murdered our Markimoo here? I was under the impression I would be on a video, not walking into a Live stream.” 

I give Sean a smirk that instantly puts him on guard.” Neither did Sean. I’m thinking that they might need to beg for forgiveness.”

“He told me not to tell you!!” Sean instantly points his finger at Mark while laughing. “I’m too adorable to be murdered, plus I was afraid if I told you, you wouldn’t show up, and then people would think I was crazy.” Mark leans his head back, giving me puppy dog eyes.

“Fineeeeeee. I won’t murder you, but you’ll have to make it up to me with a very incriminating picture. I’ll be taking the picture so I can post it later, and you won’t be able to delete it.” I ruffle the hair on his head as I get back to my seat. They both give a big dramatic groan. “Now, do you see why I wanted her to show up, though I am slightly regretting it.” His gestures get wilder the more animated he gets. It’s all I can do not to rub my hands together and cackle like a witch. 

The stream goes on like this for a few hours. The three of us crack jokes and play a few games together. I watch the chat and answer the questions I can catch. Sometimes they are about me, but a lot are about Mark and Sean. Most of those are just about wanting a shout-out from the guys.

It’s about 6 pm when I finally have to call it quits. Even with the nap I had, I was tired. “Alright, everyone, I enjoyed being here with you guys, far more than I thought I would, but I’m outta here. It was my first time going across the country, and my body is yelling at me for it.” I wave my hand at the camera and try to suppress a yawn. Mark and Sean make cute little pouts and give a fake sigh. “Aww, well, if you must. Everyone give Bri a round of applause. She is a natural in front of the camera. I might even have her join in some of my other videos.”

I take a bow and walk sluggishly towards the door. As I open the door, I feel a hand gently lay itself on my shoulder. I throw an elbow back, thinking it’s Mark, but I don’t make contact with anything. I quickly turn around and make karate-chopping motions, but no one is near me. The guys are still at the desk. Sean looks back at me and starts laughing. “What the fuck are ya doin? I thought you were leavin?”

I do a few more karate chops, just to be funny before I straighten up. “I’m pretty sure a spider tried to attack me; I’m showing it who’s boss. I doubt it will ever try that again, now that it knows I have mad skills.” Mark and Sean laugh and go back to what they are doing. I continue on my way out, severely freaked out. Chica is lying just outside the door, and when she sees me come out, she starts wagging her tail.

“Who’s a good girl? That’s right, you are the bestest doggo in the world!” I love on her a bit and then pat my leg to get her to follow. “Come on, girl. Let’s go outside for a bit. This house is being a spoopy bitch, and I don’t like being inside a horror game.”

We make it outside without an incident. I immediately go flop in the grass on my stomach. I’ve been here less than 24 hours, and I’ve seen some weird shit in the house. I would chalk it all up to ghosts, but that doesn’t explain why I saw Anti in that mirror. I know I still haven’t been sleeping but a few hours here and there, but that shouldn’t make me see things, should it?

There is no way the egos are real. They’re just something Mark and Sean made up. I may like the concept of them, but there is no way I want to meet Anti or Dark for real. Chica comes over to me, trying to lick my face, causing me to laugh. “Alright, girl. Let’s go back into the spooky house because I need some sleep. If I can…” We go inside, and I go back to the guest room. I don’t even bother changing into my pj’s. I just flop into the bed, falling right to sleep.

The Darkness is alive.

My heart is in my throat as I jerk awake. The dreams are all a blur, but I vaguely remember the Darkness trying to hurt me. The bedroom is pitch black, and I struggle to find my phone on the side table. After searching for what seems like hours, I finally find it and check the time. It’s only 3 am, way too early to be up. 

I can’t sleep anymore, so I get up to get a drink. Not sure if it’s remnant feelings from my dreams, but the darkness in the house feels alive. Almost suffocatingly so. I’m paranoid and jumpy as I walk to the kitchen. Grabbing a glass from the cabinet, I open the fridge and grab the milk. I really don’t need any sugar right now. After filling the glass, I put the milk back. That weird, creepy feeling is back, and I fucking hate it so much. I quickly close the fridge and turn around, punching the air in front of me.

“I don’t know what’s going on, but I came here to get away from my life for a bit. Whatever you are, I don’t care! I haven’t even been here a day, so you need to quite with the spooky shit before I lose my damn mind!” I accentuate that with a few karate chops wildly thrown around.

A deep chuckle seems to come from all around me, making me run for the hills. I leave the milk and make a beeline for the stairs. I grab a pillow and the blanket from my bed and run for Mark’s room. The Darkness pulses as if alive, making me a trip on the blanket. I quickly right myself and quietly enter Mark’s room.

Mark’s bed is high enough off the ground that I can throw the pillow under the bed. I wrap myself in the blanket and slide under the bed. Like a child that knows the monster in the dark is real, I make sure every part of me is covered, including my head. This wasn’t going to be a comfortable place to lay, but I wasn’t staying in my room while this spooky stuff is going on. I was so going to talk to Mark about this in the morning.

“It’s not real,” I mumble to myself over and over again. Every once in a while, I throw in a “Leave me alone.” It feels like forever before everything starts to feel normal again, and I can fall back asleep. 

A precious, dreamless sleep.

[moonsidesong]

posts i've been sending to my friends (mostly bfdi but also featuring liam airy and happy star as guests)

[aliveanddrunkonsunlight]

from an absolutely ridiculous drabble, the altar is your hips, thanks to @ajoblotofjunk for the headcanon:

Brienne downs her drink, barely aware of anything else other than him, lit by those stage lights. When she returns to her seat, Margaery grabs her arm and stuffs a 50 dragon note into her hand. “Slip it in, Bri!” Before she can object, her friend whistles at the golden god, who turns and struts to their corner of the stage. Brienne’s face is on fire, her hands shaking, unable to look away from his hips, aware of the deep lines carved into either side of his abs, like flashing arrows pointing straight down to the bulge in his shiny gold thong. The Warrior’s belt.

[24hour-blues]

all the ones you haven't answered yet? i'm sorry you're sad💙

thank you, that's very sweet. i hope you're doing alright 💛

1. when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk? - more milk. i always end up putting too much.

2. do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day? - yes

3. what random objects do you use to bookmark your books? - library receipts, post-its, junk mail, pencils

5. are you self-conscious of your smile? - i think it’s one of the few things i’m not self-conscious about, actually. i like my smile.

8. what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings? - writing, often poetry but sometimes prose. i like creating playlists, too, and singing.

9. do you like singing/humming to yourself? - yeah, i sing to myself all the time. whatever song i have stuck in my head at the moment.

10. do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach? - side, but very occasionally my stomach.

12. what’s your favorite planet? - jupiter

14. if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like? - lots of pillows and blankets of all types. succulents and cacti on the windowsills. wooden utensils and dark cabinets in the kitchen. a breakfast bar with stools that don’t match. rugs with funky patterns. a big, soft couch in a bright color that you can sink into. a small balcony with fold-out chairs. rows of mugs and barely any plates. the bathroom crowded with makeup and skin products, writing on the mirror in blue marker. beds never made. a guitar in the corner of the sitting room.

15. go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is! - there are more trees on earth than stars in the milky way

16. what’s your favorite pasta dish? - angel hair pasta with puttanesca sauce

18. tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up. - i can’t think of anything...

19. do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it? - everything. sometimes it’s big things, sometimes small. my fears and what i’m in love with. regrets. shame. hope.

20. what’s your favorite eye color? - grey

21. talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces. - idk if it’s really my favorite, but my current backpack took me all through college and it’s good for storing stuff or using as an overnight bag. it’s from timberland and is a nice earthy brown with a flap over the top. lots of pockets.

22. are you a morning person? - i can be

23. what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations? - make breakfast and tea. read or watch a movie that makes me rethink everything

25. what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into? - a school, i think?

26. what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit? - i haven’t had them forever, but i wear my doc martens with everything. i used to wear plain white keds with everything.

27. what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor? - winter green

28. sunrise or sunset? - sunrise

30. think of it: have you ever been truly scared? - yes

31. what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks. - i like soft, fluffy socks and ones with fun patterns. i love hiking socks. i don’t wear them to sleep tho.

32. tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends. - i went to a waffle house at 5am with a friend and some friends of hers i’d just met on her birthday. we were all really drunk, the food took forever, and it tasted awful, but we were happy and laughing.

33. what’s your fave pastry? - probably a cinnamon roll

35. do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often? - i like a good calligraphy pen and new notebooks. i don’t use them often; i feel like i don’t have anything important enough to write.

37. do you like keeping your room messy or clean? - it’s usually clean unless i’m not feeling well. sometimes i get disorganized.

38. tell us about your pet peeves! - overlapping conversations. people interrupting others. loud mouth noises, like chewing or licking. people criticizing my driving. nitpicky comments on my clothes or how i look. being talked about.

39. what color do you wear the most? - black, probably.

41. what’s the last book you remember really, really loving? - how it feels to float by helena fox

42. do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it! - nope

43. who was the last person you gazed at the stars with? - i’m not sure

44. when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything? - i can’t remember

45. do you trust your instincts a lot? - not really

46. tell us the worst pun you can think of. - i can’t remember it but something about pigeons and being coo-l

47. what food do you think should be banned from the universe? - bacon. i just wanna make people angry.

48. what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today? - my dad told me a story once, about when i was a kid. he said that he and i were walking together near the lake in the neighborhood across from mine. i was holding his hand, and i said to him that this was the happiest time in my life because i wouldn't be the same when i grew out of being a child. i think i have the same fear now--that i'll never be that happy again.

49 do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought?

- i like records but i only have one. it's an album by ccr. i really like them

50. what’s an odd thing you collect?

- beer bottle caps

52. what are your favorite memes of the year so far?

- maybe those "girl..." text posts that just say stupid shit

53. have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them?

- watched them all but pulp fiction. i don't really remember heathers at all

55. what’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point?

- lets not talk about that

57. go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics?

- not in the mood sorry

58. who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why? - bri is wine mom. quincy and i are vodka aunt.

60. do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?

- yes but i rarely remember favorites. i read so much and feel it then forget all the words

61. what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received?

- someone gave me a rock once. i get too nervous to give stupid gifts

62. do you drink juice in the morning? which kind?

- orange or cranberry

63. are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be?

- i'm more fussy about music than books, but i do like my books organized. i like them worn in and well-read tho, not in perfect shape.

64. what color is the sky where you are right now?

- a fuzzy, light blue-grey. it's snowing

65. is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d love to hang out with?

- a few

66. what would your ideal flower crown look like?

- lots of green leaves in all different shapes and sizes. tiny white and blue flowers.

67. how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel?

- isolated and insignificant. safe

68. what’s winter like where you live?

- cold, grey, snowy.

69. what are your favorite board games?

- idk if i really too many board games. maybe cranium. i like puzzles more

71. what’s your favorite kind of tea?

- honey vanilla chamomile

72. are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it?

- yea and even then i forget.

73. what are some of your worst habits?

- i give up too easily

74. describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns.

- excitable. emotional. so very smart. creative as all hell. self-conscious where they shouldn't be. never runs out of words in the best way. loves to share.

75. tell us about your pets!

- my dog shiver is turning into a little old man, but he still acts like a puppy. he likes attention and whines to communicate. he'll greet you at the door and put his front paws on your thighs to say hi. follows you all around the house. loves to cuddle.

- my pigeon spirit is young and vocal. she coos for attention. when i go to sleep, she grunts every time i move to ask where i am and if i'm okay. i take showers with her and sit on the tile; she puffs up right into my side and sticks her wings out for me to splash water on her. she likes to be close to me to get neck scritches and push her head into my neck and preen every bit of me she can.

76. is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t?

- a lot probably

77. pink or yellow lemonade?

- limeade

78. are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub?

- i dunno they're cute

80. what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why?

- it's white wallpaper with pink roses along the top and ribbons of pink and green striped vertically. my mom chose it before i was born.

81. describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of.

- they sort of remind me of dark water where everything is reflected back in it--not just the sky but the trees and people walking--and they make you want to look closer because you know there's something in there, it's not just a reflection, like flat glass. but it's hidden until you dio your hand in the pictures broken.

82. are/were you good in school?

- pretty good

83. what’s some of your favorite album art?

- i don't look at albums

85. do you read comics? what are your faves?

- not really, but watchmen is one of my favorites.

86. do you like concept albums? which ones?

- dunno

88. are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy?

- um. idrk. i like whatever monet was doing.

91. where do you plan on traveling this year?

- maybe michigan

92. are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch?

- i like cheese

93. what’s the hairstyle you wear the most?

- i just kind of. let it do whatever.

94. who was the last person you know to have a birthday?

- my uncle

95. what are your plans for this weekend?

- honestly have no clue

96. do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot?

- put them off until windows tells me it's restarting the computer in five minutes

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house?

- mb

98. when’s the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it?

- in college with jacob, although i wouldn't really call it joking. we just walked through a state park. it was beautiful.

100. if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why?

- idk. i feel like i'd make the same mistakes if i went back, but the future scares me.

[timoothy]

You don’t have to answer this if it’s spoiling anything but at what point in omgtwr did Ted fall in love with Henry, and has he/when did he realise he was in love? Or is it up to interpretation? I love the fic and you sm

bro you hit home with that question, you’re gonna get a really detailed answer

it’s technically up to interpretation but I have also spend a lot of time thinking about it so here is my interpretation:

Ted was attracted to Henry the first time he saw him. Like yeah, he was fucking annoyed when he ran into him bc he was grieving but part of him also was like: ~oh?~

Henry being nice to him didn’t really help either, because if he was an asshole, it would be a lot easier to hate him and Ted doesn’t like getting attached to people (dude has abandonment issues, we all know this by now)

But he kept growing fonder of Henry, because Henry is so sweet and nice and he doesn’t deserve any of Teds mean words (so Ted apologises)

Then, of course, there is New Year’s Eve and what Henry did there was really sweet so.. Ted’s getting attached and there’s nothing he can do about it anymore.

It’s just a platonic crush at this point, because dude’s still hoping for Bri to come back, clearly.

Henry is nice and Ted wouldn’t mind a friend so there he goes, deciding to put some effort into being a decent person.

He finds himself trusting Henry and telling him stuff that he never really told anyone (he’s still trying to keep at least some of those walls up tho)

He also finds himself more and more attracted to Henry, now more because of his personality than his looks (he still thinks Henry is handsome af tho lol)

You remember that chapter before the bonfire? Where Henry kinda flirts with Ted a little? Ted was totally dtf here.

Let’s skip forward to the bonfire at the lake. Ted could have dealed with Dean alone but he still Tiramisu-ed Henry bc Henry was right there and him pretending to be his boyfriend is nice, somehow.

When Ted jokingly teases Henry with making out somewhere, he means it.

Then Brianna shows up and shit goes down.

Ted is reminded of how much he still loves her and he decides that his attraction to Henry is platonic, objective at the most.

(He notices Henry stare at his lips on that dock tho and he can’t deny that he wouldn’t mind a kiss. It wouldn’t have to mean anything, Henry is just very attractive. Right? Right.)

The next days are a rollercoaster, Ted is completely overwhelmed by all his feelings and eventually decides to just do nothing about it.

Then there‘s the bathroom incident with Mason and that‘s when it kind of hits Ted how much he doesn’t want to loose Henry.

Part of him knows he likes him more than just as a friend but he tries to ignore it. Henry being his friend is already more than he could have ever hoped for (after all someone has a really low self esteem)

Then they share a bed and Henry is really cute when he clings to Ted like this so well shit, being bisexual is tough and bitches are yearning, Ted‘s bitches.

This is also why Ted is kinda overwhelmed for a moment when Henry tells him “I love you�� the next chapter. Ted’s absolutely fine with the platonic use of those words but it’s been a while since he heard it from anyone, really and hearing it from Henry hits even deeper.

Ted kissing Henry? He regretted suggesting it right after the words left his mouth. Not because he doesn’t want to kiss Henry but because he’s already a little in love and this is gonna make everything worse. He kisses Henry anyway, because he wants to help and also Henrys lips look so very soft so he doesn’t want to miss his chance of kissing them at least once in his life.

He regrets it a little, when it’s over, because he knows it won’t ever happen again and it felt way too good.

He is very very deep in love at this point, and he’s mad at himself about it but also how could he not be in love?

Also that moment in the hospital? Ted was absolutely gonna tell Henry, but he got scared. After all, he fell in love with his best friend before and that didn’t work out well, so he’d rather not risk another friendship. Henry means too much to him.

I hope this answer is satisfying? I’m sorry that it’s so long, i got a little carried away. But uh do with this information what you want hahah

[prvtocol]

cyberpawn​ ( V. ) —

    “You can say that again. I don’t need or want a war like that breaking out again. There could be a full collapse of society if we play with fire like that! And, I agree with you, yeah! Nobody wants that. Nobody wants that except for the people who aren’t in harm’s way. The really powerful gonks, like CEOs and Presidents and stuff like that. The uber rich sitting in their mansions don’t care about the blood spilled outta someone like you or me.” Vale tries to offer a laugh with their shrug. “Sorry to pin gettin’ stabbed on us, I just feel like we both would get fucked over hardcore.”

    V shook their head as they mused over the assessment of Yorinobu Arasaka. Their hand shot up to scratch at their head and really think about him and all of the hats that he wore. In the short moments Vale has spent in Yorinobu’s graces, those were enough to really scare the shit out of a lesser Merc. “He’s got…a lot goin’ on. I mean, he was sort of a legend to Night City gangs but also his dad hated him, that has to form a complex of some sort. And if he’s got a complex, that’s not gonna bode well for the future. He’s a mystery of a guy and I can’t get my head wrapped around his motives.” 

    They leaned back, giving a raised brow to Bri. “Have you ever spoken with him? With Yorinobu? Does he seem like he’s got a lot goin’ on? Does he let anything slip? Does anybody let anything slip about what’s going on in with the higher-ups nowadays? Anything you can share with your favorite rebel with a cause, Bri?”

The tension between Arasaka and Militech is palpable and it’s not only from what the WNS and N54 news reports spin on the hour. That V. can pinpoint the crisis of another war is expected. They know who is going to hurt the most if this comes to past. No comment is made on that or the language used, but a solemn smile is passed in solidarity. Fucked over hardcore is putting it mildly. 

Internally, Brianne’s prior directives overseeing corp protocol and campaign objectives dissolved into scoping out any hints of treason from within. Accusations placed on Arasaka’s own are at an all time high, but not due to any solid basis of the claims made. It’s all smoke and mirrors that she fears is covering something more sinister. Is it to create a war outside along with one within?

The shared understanding of the CEO causes pause and tenses her brow, however. For a moment, it seems they are speaking of Yorinobu as if knowing him personally. That can’t be right. “Is that how those on the street see him?” Undulating tone reflects this confusion. “As for myself, I have only spoken to him on matters of business. Nothing slips. As you can imagine he does not let anyone close to him. His advisors are all of his own faction, most likely those prior gang members you spoke of.” That makes the most sense after all. “But why?” A brow quirks in suspicion. “What are you searching for? Don’t tell me you’re up to something.”