#but I have literally dreamed about the locations in them and will randomly just remember those places

[razzek]

Man, fuck the Ori game series (affectionate). XD I have inverted my sleep schedule because I started replaying them and goddamn there is no game with more satisfying platforming and exploration, there just isn't. I love the shit out of the Metroid games and Prime felt close but I have never lost sleep playing them. But these two games? God! They're so pretty and so engrossing that I can't stop once I start. The second game literally crashed on me tonight, I was playing that long. XD

Anyway, if you like Metroidvanias or just really pretty and cute things, play Ori and the Blind Forest and Ori and the Will of the Whisps. The first game's story is so dumb but it doesn't even matter, it's that good to play. And the second really exppands on everything from the first but actually does have characters and a vague plot to care about.

[blacktobackmesa]

how does chronicles of benry tie into gordon streamman, if at all? is it like a joke stream benry does randomly for april fools day or is it actual lore?

It's got lore, but it all hinges on which Chronicles you're talking about: Holly Edition or Scorpy Edition. If you've seen them, you know that they have VERY different tones.

Spoilers for both streams and for existing Streamman works below. Prepare for rambling.

Events from Holly's version have been referenced obliquely in Don't Spell Memory Without Me, and will be discussed further in future stories. Memory establishes that Benrey does not have any pre-game history aside from what others "remember" about him, and being the only one with no past upsets him. At the end of the story, Benrey sets off with Tommy to talk about inventing a backstory, "mentioning something about a dairy farm." Since the Hollowtones Chronicles of Benry stream is established to be a story/movie being told by Holly from Benrey's point of view, I've interpreted the ideas present in it as Benrey's fantasies, or the backstory that he's created for himself. Heck, maybe he's even gone into gmod at some point and fully acted the whole thing. You can play dolls sometimes buddy it's all good

That leads into Scorpy's take on Chronicles, which is rather more... abstract. For the record, I adored watching this stream in real time. Surreal horror that makes you unsure if you should laugh and defies you to find meaning is my jam. That being said, I don't think this stream works as something literal that could just occur in a Streamman story. If I wanted to interpret it as a literal experience Benrey has, it makes a fascinating character study. Perhaps some sort of dream journey or Silent Hill style physical/psychological journey of self-reflection, perhaps due to data fuckery. Maybe even between the game being shut off and being brought into the new program.

However, I'm not currently interested in interpreting it like that. I think the stream is far more interesting when read as a meta-commentary on trying to catch lightning in a bottle for the second time. HLVRAI was such a smash hit, and people are still hounding RTVS for a sequel or a return for the characters. As a creator, that's difficult to handle. The pressure of living up to your own success, of being able to give the people what they want. What if it's not what you want? You might still love your breakout hit deeply, and love the attention it gives you, but will you always be able to feel that way? What are you sacrificing to chase the feeling it gives you? Are you making this sequel because it has worth on its own, or because you want to feel that way again? You can never feel exactly that way again, whether you're the creator or the fan. "How do you know when it's time to let go?"

That's my reading, at least. Yes I took lecture notes during the original screening. I have the heart of an academic, but the constitution of... not an academic.

Anyway, I do think some elements of the stream can worm their way into Streamman, both literal and nonliteral. The theme of recapturing something impossible cuts me very deep, so I like to reuse it, but I also think I can use some of the locations and surreal imagery within the Streamman setting. I haven't brought it up before, but Benrey's house in the home program is a lawless land. He likes to experiment with programming and create his own little domain, the place is much bigger on the inside. One day Gordon could go over to return something that Benrey left at Tommy's and walk inside to find a gmod map full of crucified amonguses.

...man I really dedicated one paragraph to the stream that I'm actually using and then a fuckin' essay to the one I'm not lol

[crossover-enthusiast]

Hey I'm back and I just had the weirdest ass dream lmaooo

I had a dream where for some reason Marshall Lee, Finn and a child-version of fucking Cinderella eere hanging out in my garage for some reason. Then Marshall Lee decided to prank-call Marceline by basically roasting her through song over the phone. The location also kept randomly changing as he sang to her? Like at one point, we shifted to the front of what I assumed to be Marcelines house, and her vehicle which she was inside of was right in front of us. And then we shifted to an actual hill when it turned night time. When Marceline hung up on Marshall though, Marshall tried to call back and clarify it was a joke, only for a werewolf-like sound to come through the phone. Princess Bubblegum, who suddenly appeared out of no where, asked what that sound was. And Finn said it was just a video on his phone. But then we all started to hear more of the sounds, and the sound of a bike, and the sight of a bunch of figures that looked like wolf's charging closer. And then we finally realized oh shit���Marceline must have brought a bunch of wolf's as revenge for the prank. So we all started running—Marshall randomly vanished. I ran with Finn and Princess Bubblegum down a hill, and then Princess Bubblegum vanished into a different part of the forest. And then the last thing I remember before waking up was it suddenly starting to snow, and then Finn jumping on the roof of a nearby house to protect himself, and two wolves literally speaking to eachother to plot about how they were gonna kill him as I stood right behind them.

Holy shit that's wild-

Tho tbh Marshall prank calling Marceline and her retaliating by sending a bunch of wolves after him is very in character for both tbh

[cerberus253]

This is how I think the Backrooms should be…

Yes, people drop in and out of this strange and unsettling space-between-space, and the time spent in there should feel like a very long time. Personally, I’d prefer days to weeks to maybe months, but whatever. Anyway, the criteria for getting in there is either something extremely specific or it can randomly happen to just anyone, but it’s so low it’s practically zero.

Now here’s the more specific part, there can be multiple people in the Backrooms at once, but they are all in a different “plane” of it. So technically you are alone in your space, but overall there are multiple people there, which would explain stuff moving around or appearing and disappearing. Despite this, there should be NOTHING else living in there. It’s literally just emptiness and objects. No other people to see, no monster, nothing. Just you and your mind and time feeling like it’s slowly moving.

If someone wanted to put a monster in there, it should only stalk the person, not ever interact with them. Not helping, no harming, just watching. Maybe you would catch a glimpse of it hiding around a corner, or see it at the corner of your eye, or faintly hear its steps or breath, but that’s it. Maybe it’s constantly changing so it feels as if there are multiple creatures, or it’s humanoid and so it feels like it may be another person, but again, no interaction.

Maybe to make it a little more unsettlingly yet unique is having some objects be forgotten memories from the person trapped there, or specific locations that are solely for the wanderer, like not just any old empty Mall, but that specific one you forgotten about but now remember from your childhood, but empty and silent. It feels like a bad dream, but nothing is really hurting you, only your mind messing with you.

It just feels like the Backrooms should be an unsettling space for the reality you live in, not some dangerous labrynth with a Minotaur trying to kill you. It’s just something that has been bugging me for a long while.

Now imagine the stalking creature becomes fond of you and eventually begins to gain feelings— okay I’m done

[dailyadventureprompts]

I have an idea for a tattoo shop run by warforged on a train that randomly jumps between realms. I’m wondering though, how can it be implemented into an adventure?

Planescape: The Wholly Incomprehensible Railway Company

When you're traveling through the Astral Plane you have to remember a few important details: For one, you’ left distance and direction along with that grubby little dirt-world you call home meaning unless you have the will to fold time and space in on each other you're going to need a form of conveyance to reach your destination. Next, don't stare. Just about everyone finds that rude and those that don't will consider it an invitation. Finally, keep very close hold of your ticket. You don't want to imagine what they'll do to you if they think you're freighthopping. No really, don't; they have a fallacious cell onboard and it'll just get worse the more you dwell on it.

Setup: While mages can fool about with portals and ships hewn from the limbs of the world tree, the common denizens of the astral plane must make use of more plebeian but equally whimsical forms of conveyance. Enter the locomotives of the Wholly Incomprehensible Railway Company, literal trains of thought that provide entities of all kinds with transit across the sea of dreams. More than simple machines, the trains of the WIRC are able to will themselves across the cosmos by way of their semi-sentient engines along a set of conjured rails, summoning up a bespoke demiplane in their wake to protect their snaking passengercars from the rigors of astral travel.

These trains stop over at stations across the multiverse, though with little rhyme or reason for what worlds get visited or in which order, as the WIRC is prone to stopping dozens of  backwater realms and nightmare dimensions before veering back to anywhere on the prime material. This often leads to travelers having to wait weeks or months as the train seems to take every detour possible before reaching their desired destination, meaning the atmosphere on board is more akin to a slow moving oceanic liner than any sort of public transit; Entities and aliens poke about socialize, take entertainment in a number of dining cars and amusement cabins, or hold up in their cabins to gaze at the cosmos streaming by their window.

The actual company that operates the Wholly Incomprehensible railway is a bit of a mystery, operating through a series of faceless bureaucrats and imposing psionic spheres called “stationmasters”. They’ll hire anyone and everyone, so it’s not uncommon to find Gith, Vedalken, or orphaned Inevitables acting as porters, conductors, and engineers along with dozens of other unidentifiable species. 

Hooks:

Actually securing a ticket for a train of thought is easier than one would imagine, as most planear megalopolises have a station of the Wholly Incomprehensible located somewhere through their alien foundations. Find a queue, hope that you can pantomime to the being on the other end where you want to go, pay the fare, and prepare for your extended journey among the stars. That said, the WIRC’s inconstant schedule and chaotic nature means that many of the less popular stations will go unvisited for decades, or even centuries at a time, leading to an increasing number of them being in disrepair and home to all manner of planear wildlife that creeps in a long the tracks. The staff and stationmasters are supposed to keep things in shape, but after years of neglect the former are prone to finding other jobs and the latter are prone to breaking down or going mad without something to micromanage. Seeking a means of planear travel may see the party delving a forgotten station overrun with monsters and overseen by a lunatic construct, desperate to draw someone in and have them summon the train again.

Being that the traincars of the Incomprehensible engines are contained within a demiplane, it’s fully possible for a party to end up there by accident, either by way of a teleportation mishap or by getting swept up in the wake of one of the trains while trying to traverse the astral sea. This is unlucky in multiple ways, as exit from the train is impossible until it has made a scheduled stop, and the various employees of the WIRC are contractually compelled to hunt down stowaways and while some of them are willing to give the party a head start on finding a ticked or an excuse, others zealously peruse their obligation heady with the promise of corporate reward.

On each of the incomprehensible trains there are communities of people who have decided to make the train their home. Some are lifelong staff with nowhere to return to, a few are passengers who by sheer dumb luck have been waiting decades for the train to find its way back to their stop, and there are yet others who’ve decided to stay on the train, preferring the comfort of the endless engines to whatever they’d find when disembarked. These enclaves of “Unembarked” operate like little villages unto themselves in stations and sleepers and baggage cars, scavenging and trading for what they can and providing shops for those that need it. Somewhere along the way the Unembarked picked up tattooing as a cultural skill, inking the eldritch filagree and twisting mechanisms of their ever-steaming homes into their flesh as a means of oneness with the train. They’re willing to share some of their skills with outsiders, including the magical tattoos said to incorporate maps of the Incomprehensible route into their designs.

Sometimes a machine gets a mind of its own, which is a very bad thing to occur when that machine is traveling at high speed through unknown dimensions and is relied on by dozens to hundreds of people for their safety. During one of the party’s trip along the WIRC’s line, some quirk of psionic feedback gives the brainstorm that drive’s that train’s engine a nightmare, sending it hurdling through dark dimensions as the semi-sentient mechanism wrestles with the existential horror of existence. To stop this runaway train, the party must battle through a gauntlet of otherworldly horrors swept aboard during the engine’s thrashing, make their way to the engine, and calm the mind of a castle sized entity that was never meant to be fully alive in the first place. Botching this mission could strand the whole train out in limbo, or in some new, even stranger realm.

Art

[soft-boi-eli]

Hello Hello!

I just wanted to say I love your fics!

ALSO!

Could I request a CC!SBI X Gn! Insomniac Reader! Where the reader is an insomniac (Obviously-) but is somehow a pro at MC!

Like they are basically god at the game! They also REALLY enjoy horror games! They don’t get scared easily and LOVE horror movies! They basically love anything horror/creepy-

ANYWAYS!!

The reader lives off of ramen and Monster energy drinks (For fun-)! They have a Twitch (Which has about 18 mil followers and 14 mil subs!) and a YouTube channel (Which has 20 mil followers!)

They mainly play horror games (Obviously-) and MC!

You can do headcanons or scenarios/images with the SBI! Maybe like playing a horror game together or MC? OR! Maybe some things they do together? Or when they meet up? Or-to many ideas Nightmare-

ANYWAYS!

I don’t really care! And don’t worry about taking too long on it!

ALSO!

Maybe we could be friends? Only if you want too!

Remember to eat, drink, and get enough sleep!

<3

Yes. I lovesthese ideas and I'm gonna choose headcannons due to they are a bit easierfor me to write.

And yes I'm perfectly fine with being your friend! I'm actually happy to make friends on this app so yeah!

Pronouns:nonbinary

Tw: cussing. Insomia, mentions of horror movies. Mention of horror games. Fluff.

SBI with a horror streamer friend head cannons.

*Ahem* tommy wanted to paly a game with you so you choose a game that didn't look like horror until the middle. He screamed at the jump scare and it made both of your chats so happy.

When phil decides to play with you there is literally a silence after a jump scare. Everyone thought he had a heart attack and honestly so did you until he spoke up about accidently hitting his mute button when he jumped.

Wilbur. He's a bit better then tommy but more scared then phil would be. Any little noise won't get him but when it starts to get noticeable the noiseless to him. The jump scare, he'd fall out of his seat and stay on the ground for a bit. You ask if he's good and he literally doesn't answer. He's dead. You killed him. Congrats.

Techno. He'd handle them a bit better then everyone else. Not as good as you but heisnt very paranoid. He literally runs at the noises trying to get jumpscared. While you run after him telling him to stop because if he doesn't then you'd lose and die. And technoblade never dies.

If you all play together both tommy and wilbur pussy out. Techno last the longest and phil the second longest. While you remain the ruler of horror games.

Now how you all met was dream invited you to the dream smp to add to the chaos. Needless to say it got extremely chaotic due to you being on almost 24 hours. You first ran into techno. He seemed confused and skeptical.

You both found eachothers love for potatoes. You set up camp quote close to techno but not too close.

Phil popped in when he needed something for a build and noticed a new name. Talked to you in chat and asked to join your VC. You both found each other talking for a bit.

Wilbur was next. Wilbur got curious over the new person and just hoppedinto the same VC as you techno and phil. He was quick to realize that you were a famous youtuber. Mainly for your horror videos and your extreme Parkcore skills.

In minecraft that is.

Tommy noticing that all of you were in the same VC joined in with shouting. He was low key jealous that everyone was obsessed with you. Then he saw why.

You literally cracked jokes at his shouting.

"Is that an angry pomeranian? Nah nah. It's an angry child. Even better an angry blonde!" - you.

He was shocked and immediately started joking and laughing with you. He wasn't fully angry for long.

Now about your diet. When they heard that you had only eaten ramen and drank angry drinks they were concerned. You lived quite close to techno so when you guys met up he was shocked that you looked as healthy as you did.

He hated the fact that you literally didn't eat anything else.

You told him occasionally you have something other then ramen but you were just too lazy to really cook anything and that you didn't feel like burning the house down.

One month phil, tommy, wilbur, and techno decided to organize a month long sleep over so that they could celebrate your birthday. Phil being quote the father figure cooked different, but easy dinners every night just so you didn't eat only ramen that day.

When they actually arrived though you got a text from Phil asking about your address in your dms. Not think much of it you just sent him your location.

You were going to take a small nap. Just to bost your energy before you went and streamed later that night.

As you were sleeping there was a car heading to your house.

Phil, wilbur, tommy, and techno were all just existing in the car. And when they arrived to your house they didn't expect to actually see a clean house.

You woke to a loud knock.

When you opened the door in your half dazed state you expected a package. But to see four people standing on your porch.

You nearly jumped out of your skin.

You were stuck there blinking at them.

Finally snapping out of it you let them in. Confused on why in the ever loving fuck they were here.

Phil explained they were here to celebrate your 21st birthday and they were here for a month.

You stared at them for a while. Confused on what to do since you haven't had people over in almost 2 years.

But you got use to it.

So when you got done streaming and smelled something other then ramen you were thrown off guard. Like what was that. I haven't smelled that in years.

But after the second day you got use to it too.

For your birthday phil literally made a feast.

Like he found your favorite food other then ramen and cooked it. With that he prepared everything you could dream of.

Your sleeping habits. Let's dig into those.

I'm in no place to talk as right now it's 3:05 in the morning. And here I am.

But when they are over they don't let you stay up till no 3-4 in the morning. They all know the importance of sleep.

But there are those nights where no once can sleep and it results in a late night stream. And streaming for hours none the less.

The amount of accidental all nighters everyone has pulled was immense. But that's what happens with jet lag, adhd, and insomnia.

Literally you get tired randomly. Sleep for only 3 hours. Wake up. Drink coffee, energy drinks, highly caffeinated tea. And don't sleep till late at night.

Pillow forts.

It's a must and it happens. Horror movies, pillow forts, and snacks. Like you all are in this massive fort, watching horror movies, one by one you all are falling asleep. You and techno were the last up due to technos active mind and your body not letting you sleep.

You two literally just vide there, changing the movies from horror to some silly animated movies, like how to train your dragon, frozen, Luca, and many others.

You two pull an all nighter and it's actually a bet to see how long anyone else takes to notice.

You bet an hour. Techno says all day.

You won. Philza notices the worse eye bags under both you and technos eyes and immediately starts scolding.

He is papa bird and he won't let anyone of his children neglect their needs.

"Did you even drink water at all? You guys should of been sleeping not binge watching horror movies all night!" -philza

You could only offer a smirk, along with a laugh.

"I think we did I just can't fully remember. Also we were watching animated films. Not horror. Surprised you didn't wake up to let it go." - you.

You turn to techno.

"You owe me 15 bucks pig boy!"-you again.

Handing you the money he rolls his eyes. "Yeha yeah. Rub it in." -techno.

Ah yeah they found a horror game that you were scared of surprisingly. It was actually surprisingly you hadn't played it yet.

Outlast.

You had been holding off that game until you finished your other one but here you were. Bored out of your mind.

So you decided fuck it.

That game teriffed the shit out of you. It was so good though.

When you screamed they all came rushing up due to the fact that you never scream.

They say you out of your chair, on the floor, blinking. They thought you were hurt.

But you sat up and looked at your computer.

"Damn. That was actually really good." When you looked behind you and found the boys all staring you smiled and waved.

"You need something?"-you

"You screamed. We heard a thud. We thought you fuckin died!" -tommy.

"No I'm alive. My soul almost divorced my body but it's still quite here."-you

That day made highlights.

The popular y/n actually got jump scared. The one person who never screamed at horror games screamed.

When they left you were sad yes but they were still your best friends. Ready to talk when ever you want.

Sometimes I think that you guys talk all through out the night. Them forgetting that you were actually in a different time zone.

Sometimes they pop into your streams, be it MC, horror, you just talking to your fans, or even the once in the blue moon, cheerful games.

They just pop in and start talking to you. And you talk back like they were there since the beginning.

Phil is now one of your moderators too. Along with tommy, wilbur, and techno. When they pop in they make sure no one picks on you.

And since you are now close to the SBI. You are now part of it.

You didn't choose the fans did. But they are your new family. No matter what.

Even if they disagree with your eating habit.

Or energy drink addiction.

Or insomnia.

Or you mainly playing horror games.

Or you basically living in your streaming room.

Or even the nearly 24 hour streams.

I could go on but I'm not gonna.

I'm tired. But I can sleep. 2 days and I get to have a tour of my new school.

And it took so long to finally get into it.

We have been going through a huge hassle even before school started to get me enrolled.

And then we had to get me into this program.

But now on Monday I get to go in. Get a tour. Then start either Tuesday or Wednesday.

Anyway hope you liked. It's now 3:50 and it's no proof read I'm sorry

[xbadgerbearx]

your people will have our help

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Can’t Sleep: [1] … [3]

Of course you had to jump out of the aircraft into the cold water. What a perfect way to start the mission. Your team swam for a bit before wading through the shore as you approached the beach.

"Congratulations, Bloodsport."

"How'd you do it, Waller? There's no soldiers out here on patrol at all."

The beach was completely empty. There were no disturbances and more importantly, no enemies anywhere to be found. It was... peaceful.

"Let's just say they were distracted."

You only walked on the sand a couple feet before a large explosion erupted.

"Control, we have a disturbance south of here," Bloodsport reported after you jumped in surprise.

"It's just a diversion, Bloodsport."

Bloodsport seemed to weigh his options before speaking, "All right, we cut through the jungle to get to Valle Del Mar."

"Don't they have blockades at the city limits?" Peacemaker interjected.

"That's the word."

"How we getting in? Especially with Charlie the Tuna here," Peacemaker said while looking back at King Shark.

"How the hell am I supposed to know?"

"You're the leader. You're supposed to be decisive."

"And I've decided you should eat a big bag of dicks, how's that?"

"You're being facetious, but if this whole beach was completely covered in dicks and somebody said I had to eat every dick until the beach was clean for liberty, I would say no problemo."

"Why would someone put penises all over the beach?" Ratcatcher II asked.

"Who knows why madmen do what they do."

"Chris, this is the second time you've made a comment like this today. Is there something you want to tell us?" You joked.

"Well, you know what I think?" Bloodsport started. "I think liberty is just your excuse to do whatever you want. Whether that's to eat a beach full of dicks or killin' folk."

"Oh, yeah? At least I don't kill men for money like you."

"Oh, here we go," Bloodsport sighed as he turned to face Peacemaker.

"There's something wrong with your skin," Ratcatcher II called out as she pointed to Polka Dot Man. You turned to see his face covered in bulging colorful... polka dots.

"It's just a rash."

"Oh, my- Abner, are you okay? You don't look so good," you said worriedly as you reached your hand out to touch him. You were interrupted by another loud explosion off in the distance.

"Never mind that, we need to continue forward."

You made it quite the distance before Bloodsport dropped his bag onto the ground. The entire time walking you watched Abner with both curiosity and worry.

"Alright, we'll camp here, and tomorrow we'll go straight through the city to get to La Gatita Amable by nightfall."

Everyone was laying out their sleeping equipment, in this case sleeping bags, as you figured out where you should lay yours.

"Why don't you lay over here, (L/n)? I could keep you warm," Chris offered with a laugh.

"Fuck no," you replied with the same humorous energy. "I'd rather you not roll over on me like you did last time."

"Last time?" Abner piped up timidly.

"It's nothing like that," you assured while rolling your eyes. "Me, Chris, and some of our other teammates at the time had to huddle up for warmth after Waller sent us on a mission somewhere in Siberia."

"Oh," Abner said, kind of relieved.

"I'll just put mine here," you placed your bag next to Abner's and DuBois. "It's near the fire."

You changed into your sleep clothes. Well, to be honest you just took off your shirt and slept in your tank top, but it was close enough. It wasn't long before you drifted off, however, you awoke some time later to some shuffling sounds and a quiet groan. Peeking under your lashes, you find yourself facing toward DuBois who was resting on his elbow, alert. You quietly sat up and turned to see what DuBois was looking at. A colorful light show was dancing on the leaves and tall grass. Almost as quickly as it happened, Abner appeared. He looked a little out of it, but quickly dawned a look of shock as he was caught doing... what exactly?

You got up to make sure your favorite awkward man was doing okay before you were cut off by a loud bang! Instinctively, you disappeared. Literally. DuBois kept shooting Nanaue until he was backed up against a tree.

"How deep of a sleeper are you?" DuBois asked Cleo, to which she responded sleepily, "I was having the most wonderful dream."

"If it was you about to be eaten by King Shark, then you're psychic," Chris said.

"I don't believe he would do that. He has very kind eyes."

Sebastian was saying what you could only guess was that Nanaue was, in fact, going to eat her.

"Hungry," Nanaue whined.

"You bastard!"

Rats from every direction emerged from the darkness as Cleo held up her glowing device. DuBois was looking rather uncomfortable.

"All right, calm down with the rats!" he yelled.

"What?"

"I have a thing with rats."

"You have a thing with rats?"

"Yes."

"And you're on a team with someone who controls them?" your disembodied voice asked.

He whipped around trying to find you before yelling, "What the fuck?"

As if suddenly remembering that you cannot be seen, you revealed yourself behind Abner whom you were using as a shield. As cute as he thought it was that you were using him as protection, it did startle him that you just appeared randomly behind him.

"Partnering up with someone with rats is not something I asked for!"

Peacemaker started laughing.

"What are you laughing at me for, man? Why the fuck are you in your underwear?"

You looked over and sure enough, Chris was in nothing but his underwear.

"Woah!" you yelled while burying your face into Abner's back. "Chris, put on some pants for fucks sake!"

"Tighty-whities? Really?"

"Now that's just racist."

"No, it's not racist! They're tighty-whities!"

"You didn't tell me you had a fear of rats, DuBois," Waller said over the comms.

"I'm an assassin! Why would I share my liabilities?" This was promptly followed by an uncharacteristicly girly scream.

"Aww, he's offering you a pretty leaf to show you he means no harm," Cleo cooed.

"Why the fuck would I want a leaf?"

DuBois was getting increasingly more freaked out while Chris started laughing again.

"Just get the rats out of here!"

Cleo turned off her device and all the rats scurried back into the jungle.

Peacemaker turned to DuBois and asked, "Hey, we gonna kill Megalodouche now, or what?"

"Nanaue's the strongest member of your team. You need him to get into Jotunheim."

"Yeah, well we can't function as a team if we gotta watch our back from one of our own eatin' our bollocks," Bloodsport replied.

"Nanaue," Cleo started as she kneeled down to his height. "Would you eat your friends?"

"I no friends."

"You have no friends? Well, if you did, would you eat them?"

Chris answered with a "yes" before he was shot a look from Ratcatcher II.

"No?"

"Then can we be your friends?"

Chris scoffed, "Come on, he's obviously lying."

"If I die 'cause I gambled on love, it will be a worthy death."

DuBois shook his head, "You are a little idiot."

So much for a full rest. It was nearly morning by the time the shark incident was resolved, so you decided to just pack up and dress yourself.

"Task Force X, you have an additional mission directive. We've located Colonel Rick Flag. He's been taken by the enemy."

"Rick Flag?" DuBois asked while your team made your way through the jungle.

"I know, you both served on special forces in Qurac that took down Avral Kaddam. Flag was the one who initially recommended you."

"You had other operatives in Corto Maltese and didn't tell us?"

"There was no tactical advantage, now there is. I've uploaded the location on your MTS. Terminate his captors with extreme prejudice. Kill anyone you see. These are dangerous people. Recover Flag before moving on to the city."

You eventually made it to a decent sized camp before DuBois MTS started beeping.

"That's where they're holding Flag."

"Nothing like a bloodbath to start the day."

"I thought they called you Peacemaker," Ratcatcher II questioned.

"I cherish peace with all my heart. I don't care how many men, women, and children I need to kill to get it."

Ratcatcher II turned to Polka Dot Man before whispering, "I thought you were the crazy one," which was swiftly answered by you lightly shoving her shoulder.

"I am."

"All right," Bloodsport said, getting everyone's attention. "Let's get it."

You and Nanaue crept behind a man who gave his cup to his buddy.

"Gracias," you heard the man say. Soon after, King Shark picked the man up and ate him as he started screaming. He dropped what looked to be a communication device. Nanaue smacked his mouth as the comms device went off.

"Cualquier cosa?"

As your nearby teammates looked in somewhat fear as to what to do, you picked up the dead soldier's comms and said "Nada, Señora" while perfectly mimicking his voice. Your team carried on.

You hastily turned yourself invisible as you scouted for Rick Flag. It took a couple of minutes but you managed to find the only white guy there. You assumed he was Rick since he was injured, but were they... laughing?

"Bloodsport," you whispered into your comms. "I found Rick Flag. He was laughing?" You sounded unsure.

"Most likely drugged," Peacemaker said. "Where's he located?"

"Northmost tent, past the watchtower." Right after you said that you saw a bunch of colorful polka dots disintegrate the watchtower.

"On our way."

You could hear some of your team's conversation as they approached your location. You made yourself visible again.

"I'm sorry it's so... flamboyant."

"It looks cool," you heard Cleo say.

"I don't like to kill people, but if I pretend it's my mom, it's easy."

"TMI, mate," said DuBois.

More laughter could be heard inside the tent as Bloodsport ripped open the tent curtain. An uncomfortable silence settled.

"DuBois?"

"Hey, Flag."

"What the hell are you doing here?"

Bloodsport looked around confused. "Waller told us that you were... uh... are you drinking tea?"

Flag gestured to his female companion sitting across the table from him, "This is Sol Soria, she's the leader of the freedom fighters, the resistance trying to take down the current government. They-they saved my life."

"Oh. Wow."

Everyone put down their weapons.

"Why did my people not alert me of your arrival?"

You awkwardly hide yourself behind Abner again.

"We didn't see any people," Bloodsport swiftly lied.

"Yeah, I didn't see anybody on the way..." Peacemaker continued.

"There's no one out there."

"They were gone when we got here."

"I turned them into my mother in my head and killed them."

Everyone turned to look at Polka Dot Man. You just sighed and smacked his shoulder. To make matters worse, King Shark hacked up... was that a finger with a wedding ring? Sebastian squeaked out an audible "Uh oh."

Soria promptly lunged off the table and made her way outside. You and your team awkwardly stood amongst the destruction you caused while Flag and Soria looked in pain.

"Typical Americans. Just run in, guns blazing."

"I know, this is messed up. These guys, they're..."

Rick looked behind him to see Peacemaker and Bloodsport getting into a stupid cat fight, while Ratcatcher II was rubbing her face ashamed, and you and Polka Dot Man were looking off into the jungle having your own conversation and not even paying attention.

"They're fucking idiots, but right now our objectives aligh with yours. If Jotunheim contains the technology our intelligence says it does, then it could be used on the people of Corto Maltese as well as Americans. That's why we need your help to get into the city so we can stop 'em."

Soria just stared past Flag and asked, "Is that rat waving at me?"

Sure enough, Rick turned back around to see Sebastian waving at them. Cleo was messing with her hands, Chris and DuBois were looking around while tapping their feet, and you were admiring Abner's polka dots on his costume as he was awkwardly trying to accept your compliments.

"It appears it is."

"Why?"

"I'm gonna guess because it's friendly."

Soria thought for a moment, weighing her options, before speaking again.

"Luna and Suarez murdered my entire family. I'd make a deal with the devil to stop them." As if it physically pained her to say, she continued. "Your people will have our help getting to Vall Del Mar to apprehend this Gaius Grieves."

[wither-rose-circus]

An analysis of Ranboo’s conversation with “Dream” and what the voice might be because its 3 am and I have nothing better to do

“How long have you been in my head?”

“Well, forever, I’m you.”

“That doesn’t make sense, why now all of the sudden did you just randomly appear?”

“Well, I mean, you’re looking at your book, you’re looking at a smile, you’re thinking about Dream. You think about Dream a lot.”

The voice acknowledges that it is not Dream himself, but rather a severed part of Ranboo’s own mind. Ranboo simply heavily associates it with Dream, which is likely why it sounds so much like him. (We have also had outward confirmation that it is not the physical Dream himself).

“Yeah, I do, he’s the reason everything is going wrong.”

“What are some of the bad things Dream has done?”

“Well you, er, he fights against Tommy and Tubbo all the time [...]”

As much as Ranboo doesn’t like to see in terms of black and white sides, he is very insistent that Dream is The Bad Guy. He blames Dream for everything that has ever gone wrong on the server, even when they weren’t directly caused by him. He has stated several times that it should be Everyone vs. Dream. Dream is always in the wrong no matter what. This might contribute to him identifying the voice as Dream. It tells him bad things he did, but Dream is always the bad guy so it must be Dream.

“My memory is interesting. I remember big things, I would have remembered if I blew up the community house.”

“You do remember, this is you.”

“But how do you remember stuff that I don’t?”

“Well, it’s complicated, your brain is a funny place. I see two sides of you.”

This could be taken one of two ways. If the voice is a separate entity such as a Dreamon and is simply manipulating Ranboo, then it may be implying that there are two independent halves of Ranboo, neither of which are aware of each other, and it can see and interact with both of them independently.

On the other hand, if the voice is truly a part of Ranboo’s mind like it claims, then it may be speaking objectively when it says there are two sides. This would explain why it knows things Ranboo doesn’t, as it may be the other side it’s referring to and was the one consciously doing those things. When Ranboo first started to panic, he spoke to and about himself in the second person, using “you” and “we,” which the voice has continued doing. However, it still acknowledges that they are technically the same person, meaning “Ranboo” as a whole was still the one that did these things, even if the side we see through was not aware of it.

“No, you’re just what happens whenever I panic. This is my panic room and I’ve only talked to you here. There’s no way, this has to just be something with my past, there’s no reason for you to be here.”

“I’m here all the time, you just never open your mind to me unless you’re in the panic room, you don’t let me talk unless you’re in the panic room. You don’t listen to me. Even if I scream, you don’t listen unless you’re in this room.”

“But I don’t, I don’t want to talk to you. You tell me things that you, that you, apparently I did but I don’t think that I did those things. I mean, what else have I done, Dream? Because apparently there’s more, there must be more if there’s an entire, just...”

The Ranboo we’ve been following, intentionally or not, is making a mental effort to block out the voice because he doesn’t want to confront the things it tells him. It is only able to make itself heard when he is less than mentally stable. It is also to be noted that thoughts of Dream seem to trigger the voice, and whether that is because Ranboo associates it with Dream, because the thought of him causes Ranboo mental distress, or both are all equally possible.

“You helped Dream with the tnt that he used to blow up L’manberg, you helped Dream blow up the community house, you helped Techno, and he blew up L’manberg as well, and these are all things you’re blaming on Dream.”

“So I’ve been helping Dream?”

“Yeah, you help Dream all the time.”

“No, no, no, there’s no way that I’ve been, why would I help Dream?”

“You tell me.”

“Dream is the reason why there’s conflict, Dream is the reason why my friends can’t just be happy, why would I be helping him this entire time?”

“That’s something you should ask yourself.”

“I am asking myself! If you’re part of me, then I am asking myself right now.”

“You’re asking the wrong part of yourself.”

This last line once again is implying there’s a second half of Ranboo that’s separate and conscious to the one we watch. Given it is once again speaking objectively, it’s difficult to tell whether this voice is the literal manifestation of Ranboo’s other half trying to bridge the gap, or a separate entity entirely only informing him that it exists.

It’s also important to note that on Doomsday, Ranboo commented that he had moved from the spot he had previously logged out from, questioning whether he had left and done something the previous day or not. This foreshadowing gives much more weight to “Dream”’s accusations and is genuine reason to believe it is telling the truth rather than being manipulative, as this is likely when he (or his other half) supposedly supplied Dream and then left the chest of TNT in the panic room. (And a reminder that Dream himself likely doesn’t even know the panic room exists. This cannot be explicitly confirmed as we can’t know everything Ranboo’s other half has done or said, but the half we follow has not told anyone of the room’s existence or location, meaning no one but Ranboo himself could have left the TNT chest).

[wolf-zer0]

Ya want some WORLD-BUILDING????

Have some world-building!

*REMINDER* This is based on characters, not real people.  I’m not going to be writing any shipping/smut content, especially involving minors.  Please be respectful of content creators’ boundaries!

The Crystallos Empire (AKA the Antarctic Empire)

Largest the countries (takes up most of the southern half of the map) but agreed to stop expansion after a bloody battle with Valeriana 

Centered on a large snowy mountain in the middle of the tundra 

Mostly stays out of other countries’ business, but will step in as a last resort 

Has some of the most well-known citizens in the world because… they’re pure chaos 

Attack at your own peril 

Has vast deposits of ores and gemstones, and the metalwork from Crystallos (mainly weaponry, armor, and jewelry) is highly sought after 

The only known food export is potatoes.  Wonder why… 

Associated Colors: Royal blue, light blue, crimson, gold 

Aesthetic/Vibes: gothic vibes, white stone and large stain glass windows, not particularly opulent or extravagant but still impressively royal looking, think catholic cathedral but brighter and with less Jesus (can you tell I’m a recovering catholic yet?), spires shooting into the sky that’s visible even during a blizzard, cavernous halls full of sunlight and echoes, snow that can comfort and kill in equal measure

Notable Members:

Philza Minecraft:

Angel

Visible wings look like a harpy eagle

Probably the most powerful person in the world

Didn’t mean to start an empire it kinda just happened

Also didn’t mean to adopt kids but his Dadza alarm went off

Usually kind but will not hesitate to use violence when necessary

Technoblade: 

Is pig.  

With braid.  

At least 8 feet all

Extremely adept fighter, skilled in almost every form of combat.  

Not a people pig, prefers his potato farm to being a prince

Hella protective of his family but will not hesitate to bully when given the opportunity

Wilbur Soot: 

Muse who can influence people through song

Can’t totally control people (yet) but can subtly push them in a certain direction

The public face of the imperial family

Would rather insult than fight but can and will cut a bitch if he needs to

Because inspiration is fickle he’ll have some … strange episodes (see: the Sand Incident)

Tommy Innit: 

Child.  

Chaos incarnate.

Is he human?  Is he not?  No one’s sure yet.  

But he’s a gremlin and a hellion and willing to throw down at any moment.  

Has a surprisingly caring side, but no one outside his immediate circle has ever really seen it.  

The Kingdom of Valeriana (aka Dream SMP)

Oldest of the countries 

Located in the middle of a massive forest at the center of the main continent 

Home of the Fae Courts

Ruled by a single king who is chosen by a tournament held every 100 years 

Known for causing chaos in other countries, but after an Incident with Crystallos they have kept their meddling to annoyances rather than outright declarations of war 

Considered the most magical of all the countries, and traditional enchantments almost all come from Valeriana 

Associated Colors: neon green (duh), bright yellow, forest green, light brown, blood red (more saturated than Crystallos), rose gold 

Aesthetic/Vibes: spooky art nouveau (idk what else to call it), lots of plants and nature but with an edge of danger, poison gardens and carnivorous plants, hedge mazes that lead everywhere and nowhere, laughter deep in the forest, deer with eyes just a hair too human, Alice in Wonderland on steroids 

Notable Members: 

Dream: 

Current king of the Fae

As long as he’s touching the ground, he knows where everything and everyone is

Can terraform

Unlimited in the boundaries of his kingdom

Much more limited outside of his realm

No one has ever seen what he really looks like, even before he took the throne

Since people outside the kingdom don’t know who he is, he’ll wander the outside world and challenge random people to fights

Never says what happens to the losers

Only one person has ever beaten him: Technoblade

He might have a lil obsession around Techno, but it’s fine.  

A little competition is healthy.

Sapnap:  

High Lord of the Summer Court

Dream’s right hand man

Likes fire a little too much probably

George: 

Human that Dream took a liking too and yoinked from the mortal world

Dream and Sapnap made him immortal but he hasn’t realized it yet.  

Skeppy: 

Changeling who started growing diamond-like scales across his body

Is vaguely allied with Dream simply because he’s Fae, but is more loyal to BBH

Like a lot of other Fae, likes to make challenges but he makes them less deadly.  Not totally safe, just less deadly.

Badboyhalo: 

Demon who was kicked out of hell because he was too nice

Found Skeppy in the Overworld and the rest is history

Cursed by the Demon King that the moment he says a swear word, the entire world would end, but can never tell anyone that he is cursed

The Merchant’s Guild

Not quite a country, more of a international power 

Oversees the largest and most important businesses in the world 

Makes sure that no laws are broken between different countries and everyone gets a fair shake 

Has a very large reach, so some members have dabbled in espionage for various groups 

From the outside it looks like the whole thing is kept together with duct tape and hope, but its actually pretty functional

The main members are just… a lot. 

More concerned with keeping things working than influencing other nations (although there are still jokes about it) 

The most valuable thing they trade in is information

They have a lot of fingers in a lot of pots, but are trusted with their information 

Associated Colors: dark blue, teal, deep yellow, burnt orange, copper

Aesthetic/Vibes: art deco babie, angles and lines, very modern and streamlined, sleek suits instead of armor or robes, whiskey in a crystal glass, wars won by words not weapons, knowing when someone’s lying without them saying a word

Notable Members:

Schlatt: 

Ram-man with a plan

Not that bad of a dude, but is in a position where he is constantly in possession of highly sensitive information and that does things to someone’s mental state

Drinks pretty regularly but not a full blown alcoholic

Trying his best

Can be a snarky asshole sometimes

Quackity: 

Lucky duck.  literally.  

Duck man with an uncanny ability to absorb good luck from people (typically Fundy) and apply it to himself

No one knows when or why he joined the guild, but now he’s there

Pretty damn smart, but hides it behind humor

Fundy: 

FOX!  

With BEANS!

Trying his goddamn best but life (and Quackity) make it very difficult

Usually is stuck with the shit end of the stick when getting jobs/contracts/etc. 

Wilbur being his dad is an inside joke that’s gotten a life of its own.  

(No Fishfuckers Allowed!!!)

Puffy: 

Badass sheep lady who captains a ship and commands her own armada

Schlatt’s sister

Also part of Storm’s Landing’s council and acts as the main liaison between them 

Do not fuck with her she will kick your ass.

Storm’s Landing

Port city that became a country after becoming a safe-haven for seafarers

Led by a council of important people, with the head of the council known as the Admiral 

Closest ties to Crystallos and the Merchant’s guild because: 

1) Clingy supremacy!!!!

2) it’s a good idea for a guild to have good ties with a large sea power

3) all the dads for Tubbo

Associated Colors: navy blue, scarlet, white, brass 

Aesthetic/Vibes: Nautical (obviously) with heavy “Age of Exploration” vibes, barnacles crusted on treasure chests, think tall ships and pirates and shit, respecting the ocean because holy shit she’s gonna smash your boat to pieces on a whim because she can, has an edge of darkness because when you go deep enough who knows what you’ll find down there (maybe mermaids???) 

Notable Members:

CaptainSparklez: 

elected to Admiral after the previous Admiral went missing on a routine voyage 

(idk who it used to be, I just wanted to make him new at leading)

not 100% sure about the whole thing, but handling it pretty okay

still answers to “Captain” instead of “Admiral”.  

Niki:

If Storm’s Landing had a queen, would be it unquestionably

Never gets robbed even though there’s a well known “underbelly” in town

Could probably end wars with her croissants

Has a significant history of empathic abilities in her family, so she can tell how people are feeling at all times

Eret: 

Owns a magic store in town that really only shows itself to people who need it.  

Having a bad mental health day?  

He’s got a warm blanket and a cup of your favorite warm beverage waiting.  

Dysphoric?  

She’s got the perfect outfit and affirming words already prepared.  

Trying to find that specific book but can’t remember the title or plot, only vaguely know the color of the cover?  

They’ve got it.  

Ranboo:  

Not sure why he decided to move to a seaside city when he’s not chill with water, but now he’s here and he’s too anxious to leave

Known for teleporting around town randomly when nervous, and the people who find him are always willing to let a hand if he gets lost

Tubbo: 

This boi!  Has so many dads!  

Epitome of “Kindness does not equal weakness.”  

While a lot of people underestimate him, he’s not some fragile little flower

He hasn’t fully grown into his ability to speak to animals (he can only understand bees right now)

He’s just as much of a shit stirrer as Tommy.  

When they meet up, look out.  Something’s getting destroyed.

The Astral Academy

An independent university focused on advancing knowledge in the arcane arts and engineering 

Not a country, but has the political power of one due to their vast resources and building prowess 

People can’t enter unless they are invited or have been given entry as a student 

There are a bunch of potential doors scattered around the continent that could lead to the Academy, but no one is sure where the real entrance is 

Associated Colors: royal purple, lilac, sepia, sky blue, silver, bronze Aesthetic/Vibes: bright academia, massive libraries with bookshelves stuffed to bursting, workshop benches covered in scrap and prototypes, open air observatories, runes waiting to be translated, the crackling energy that comes from successful collaboration, falling down a research rabbit hole, bursting with pride after a project is a success

Notable Members: 

Sam

Purpled

Ponk

Punz

Antfrost

Jack Manifold

I don’t know much about these characters, so if you have any ideas please let me know!

Zero’s OC Land - The North Haven

Smallest and newest country 

Recently gained independence from under a cruel dictator (not schlatt lol)

Located in a pine forest at the base of a huge mountain range 

Has pretty good relations with the other countries, but outsiders don’t know much about them 

Main exports are wood carvings and leather goods 

Associated Colors: Maroon, dark brown, black, pewter 

Aesthetic/Vibes: medieval but with a modern twist, dark wood lit by a roaring fireplace, snow-covered woods without a living soul in sight, half timber houses and detailed wood carving, no outrageous ornamentation or extravagance 

Notable Members:

Tyr: 

Lord of the North Haven

trying to keep his people safe and protected

one of the few remaining Spirits (higher in power than the Fae, but lower than angels)

Spirit of Justice

lost a hand in the war for North Haven’s independence

didn’t want to become the leader but does a pretty good job at it

Adopted 5 kids and is trying his best

Bragi: 

Heir Apparent

24 year old human

can influence the world by speaking (not singing) but has to be careful about which words he uses

has a book full of phrases that have proven effects (a spellbook of sorts)

has a friendly rivalry with Wilbur

Freya: 

Spymaster

actually the oldest but abdicated because she feels she’s not the right person to lead a country

age unknown because she’s the last known [REDACTED] (it’ll be revealed, but I wanna build suspense)

has gyrfalcon wings and heightened senses

chronic insomniac

Forseti: 

Official Librarian

20 years old

hybrid with an unknown entity

has black fingers with sharp claws

always wears gloves to hide them

can create portals to places he’s been or to people he knows (the second is much riskier, but not impossible)

knowledge sponge

wants to join the Astral Academy but is too nervous to apply

Odin: 

Older Twin

The “Sensible One”

17 years old

Has an uncanny sense of direction

Can’t get lost no matter what

Can manipulate magnetic fields

Loki:

Younger Twin

The “Hot Headed One”

17 years old

can manipulate fire

idolizes his older siblings, particularly Freya

The Institute

Creeping around in the background

Up to bad things

Something’s going on in the world, but no one’s noticed yet

They will though… soon

Aesthetic/Vibes: minimalism (the worst kind of vibes imo), think laboratories or empty hospitals, harsh artificial lights and cold floors, labyrinths of monotonous hallways with no doors

[occasionallyish--archive]

Just had a dream that Hobo Johnson came to my school to perform a couple of his songs and in this dream when he got up on an auditorium stage and my immediate thought was "I need to take this to Tumblr because OH MY GOD HOBO JOHNSON HERE??? PLEASSSEEE"

And I'm like "I'm gonna tell people he went to my school. But Ion wanna give up my location! So I'm gonna ask if he's doing any other shows and ask whether or not all these locations are public information, that way if people did get snoopy about where I live there'd be a bit of a broader list of places to skepticize"

So at some point after the show– The last song he played was 3% but I don't really remember what else he played–, I approach Hobo Johnson asking about the shows and all that, and he kinda just snatches the person sitting next to me's laptop to be like "Yeah, info's online somewhere, lemme pull it up." For some reason, we end up sitting at a balcony, and the laptop do be gone. We get to talking– About the pile of books I keep for some reason incessantly pulling around, about his music, about me. At some point he looks at me and he says, "Well, we're both just a couple of black sheep, huh?" And I'm like. "Well, I mean. I guess?"

We talk for a little bit more after that, and then it's time for him to leave. He reaches over and messes with my hair before he says, "You're a good kid, Shayne." And disappears... In his place is a filled-to-the-brim journal sitting on the railing of the balcony, left open. I didn't really notice until after I grabbed it– Because some weird narrator voice sounding like LIS Max Caulfield's inner thoughts pointed it out for me(this is important for later)– but there were a bunch of pink pressed flowers scattered on the railing around it.

I don't flip through or anything, but on the pages it's left open on there is a bunch of scribbled writing, and then a big purple heart and a big red heart– Both were made of sequins. For some reason, I assumed that this book was like a journal, and that it outlined his music and what it meant and like the process in writing it. So yeah now I have it in my hands with a bunch of my other books, and I can't remember if they were under it or just sitting nearby but at some point there was a pile of indiscernable black-and-white photographs and for some reason I chose to grab them.

And then comes the walk home. I don't remember this part as vividly as the others, but I think the world became a shadow realm and I think I was haunted. I would randomly find more photographs– One had a censor bar over somebody's eyes, except when I picked it up said censor bar stretched out past the photo and just like extended half a foot out on its own. I was terrified. Other strange occurences were I would sometimes set my pile of books down, look away, and when I looked back they were laid flat. One time this happened and there were NEW PHOTOGRAPHS on tops of the books. I was shaking in my boots.

I don't really remember what happened between then and the next part, but suddenly I'm met with a "GAME OVER" screen and now I realize I was just. Playing a video game? So I go back to my latest save point, which takes me to when I first got Hobo Johnson's weird scrapbook thing. Except this time I kinda just sit there, not really knowing whether I wanna grab it this time.

So, I pause the game and I go to an even earlier save point, and suddenly I'm PLAYING LIFE IS STRANGE??? Except this isn't a scene from the game itself.

I'm playing as LIS Max Caulfield in third person and it's night time and she's running beside all these bleak concrete buildings. She looks back and SHE'S BEING CHASED BY LIS TRUE COLORS ALEX CHEN???? Who by the way keeps making evil faces and says evil things and being a villain I guess.

So I have LIS Max Caulfield keep running, until she gets to supposely the building she was trying to get to. She rounds the corner and she slips on these I guess slippery round rocks and she's now on the ground, but she's safe?? The door to the building opens and inside is LIS Chloe Price and then the camera pans over because this is now a cut scene! So anyway the camera pans over to LIS Max Caulfield and suddenly she's holding this huge bag of rice. Huge.

So LIS Chloe Price helps her stand up and then pulls her inside the building and I'm back to the first person pov. They talk a bit, and then I wake up.

That was prolly the most vivid dream I've had yet,,,, Also the boldest. Like,,,, Hobo Johnson, Life Is Strange, LIS True Colors horror-centric cross-over? Crazy. I am never going to forget how Hobo Johnson looked when he called us black sheep. Also always going to remember how he called me a good kid. Literally I look up to this guy so much already lol.

Anyway what was this whole thing supposed to mean

[imagine-organization-xiii]

What's the moment they realize they're in love with their SO? What makes them confess? Maybe its something angsty like a major injury? Casually dropping it over a morning coffee? Or something nsfw, like it slipping out during sex?

NOTE: I excluded the babies, for reasons

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Xemnas - He doesn’t jump into relationships casually, so you can trust that he already has strong feelings for you if he’s asking you to be his partner. It happens during a strategy meeting with a few of the other organization members. You’re debating with Saix about a full frontal attack versus an attack on all sides on a certain location and he just sees the way the light from the window hits your hair and realizes that you are definitely someone he can be proud to have by his side.

Xigbar - you might think he realized he was in love during sex, but you would be wrong. It was a night he was laying in bed with you and you were both too tired for sex and you just ended up chatting and snuggling and you literally fell asleep in his arms. He was so taken aback by the feeling that overcame him when he looked at you, like “wow I’ve never felt like this before.”

Xaldin - Xaldin falls in love easily, though he doesn’t like to show it. The first time he realized he was in love with his s/o, however, was on their second date, though he wouldn’t say it until months later. It was a morning breakfast date; the two of you had gone jogging together and you went to a nearby diner in your running clothes, hair askew and pleasantly exhausted and laughing, and he realized that, yeah he had already fallen for you and he had fallen hard.

Vexen - you corrected his math. no, really, you correct his math and you didn’t even MEAN to do it, you just happened to be passing by one of the dry erase boards he keeps in the lab to scribble equations and you just “oh wait this is wrong,” and scribbled the correct math. Gaping, he watched you continue to your own workspace without thinking and he realized that, damn he has a PARTNER who supports him right there and he had absolutely no idea.

Lexaeus - He had been friends with you for so long, before he had ever become a nobody, that he wasn’t sure where the line between friendship and love ended and his feelings for you began. He remembers a night a long time ago, right after his mother passed, where you stayed with him for days just helping out where you could, and he wondered how he could ever find another person like you because you were so irreplaceable.

Zexion - Zexion knew he was in love with you when he got massively, horrifically sick. He was bedridden for days with what they all assumed was the flu, and no one really wanted to go near him in case they caught it too, but you didn’t care. You brought him medicine and soup and extra blankets and pillows and read to him when his eyes and head throbbed, and when you see someone you care about picking up your dirty tissues and cleaning up after you without wanting something in return, just genuinely hoping for you to get better, it’s a pretty special moment.

Saix - Surprisingly, it was during one of your first fights. You rarely fought, instead choosing to work out your issues with logic and reason, but you fought over something stupid that he honestly wouldn’t be able to recall later. You went to bed in separate bedrooms angry and he figured that would be the end of your relationship, but it kept him up for the rest of the night. It was the first time he had ever met someone where he actually WANTED to take the step to resolve your issue - where he realized that you were more important than a fight over something over which you could have compromised.

Axel - Axel never has nightmares - he barely remembers what it’s like to dream. But one night he woke in the middle of the night after the worst dream he ever had, one where you were dead and torn to pieces and it was his fault. He saw you snoozing beside him, safe and whole, and he was suddenly struck with this overwhelming euphoric feeling that he couldn’t describe as anything but love.

Demyx - He had been in a slump, with horrible writer’s block. He had a song he was trying to compose for ages and everything he tried didn’t sound right. He knew that he may have snapped at a few people, but he was just so aggravated and annoyed that he couldn’t help himself. One night you stopped at his door, brought him a container of some of his favorite foods, gave him a comforting hug and kissed his cheek, and left. It was like you had known everything he was thinking without him saying a word.

Luxord - Now, Luxord is the one who realized it during sex and he seriously isn’t ashamed of it. He was so used to quickies with you, fast and rough and when you were on a deadline and had other places to be, but this time it was slow and steady and gentle, and he suddenly realized, damn the two of you have actually been dating even if he didn’t realize it and there was this overwhelming feeling of satisfaction that flew through him and he just blurted it out randomly, in the middle of nowhere, and you just grinned and kissed him because you definitely already knew before he did.

Marluxia - It was when you were willing to join in on some of his favorite things without complaining. You knew nothing about flowers and you weren’t really an outdoorsy person, but you joined him in pulling weeds in the hot sun without hesitation. He looked over at you, your hair up and askew, sweaty, smeared with dirt, determined, and he felt warm in the inside of his chest. Supporting the thing that he loved without complaint was a big sign for him that your relationship was more than just a passing fling.

Larxene - She realized how she felt when the words ‘me’ and ‘I’ became ‘we’ and ‘us.’ She wasn’t sure when the two of you started to become an entity, a pair that she didn’t want to separate, but she realized that she was so lucky to have you in her life as her partner in almost everything

[shihozaki]

Omg hi, I feel so exposed bc there’s no anon 😭. But oh well. I just stumbled across your account as saw that you did matchups! I was wondering if I could request a match up for BNHA? My name is Hannah (she/her), I’m 21 (almost 22 on the 13th of April 😔) (you can either age the character up or age me down if you match me with someone younger HSHDNKD they’re just fictional so I don’t mind as long as you don’t mind). I’m 5’6, ravenclaw, INFP, aries.

Personality-wise I’m honestly really shy at first but I could hold a lowkey awkward conversation and you’d probably never know that I’m shy BDJKD, but once I’m comfortable with someone I’m a complete crackhead. You’ll never get me to shut up. I think I’m pretty caring, I have a bad habit of not being able to say no though. I really need to stop doing that. My fav color is sage green or light blue! I’m honestly just scared of being alone and not accomplishing my future goal of becoming a writer/editor. Thinking about my future just really terrifies me 😭. I love to listen to music (BTS are my babies pls). I love making myself cry by watching sad k-dramas. I’m really new to anime, so if you have an sad one LMK PLS. I get attached to fictional characters very quickly. Catch me in my room fangirling to the walls bc I’m a loner ✋🏼😩. I also just have a hard time making eye contact with men, but like I do want a man for myself one day😔 just how the heck do I do that???? I’m very insecure about my looks and my body. I’m a little chubby, so someone who would not judge me bc of that would be PERFECT. I have dark brown hair and dark brown eyes (bleh) I wear glasses (I’m so blind :/) idk what else to say about my appearance LOL.

My ideal man 🤩 let me try and not make it obvious over who I simp over gosh. Uhhh I’m not picky about looks, like nothing in particular comes to mind. I’ve had a crush on real/fictional ppl that look very different from each other HDNDKSS. Call me crazy, but I would die for a protective s/o 😩 like yes protect meeeee pls. I can only see myself in a relationship with a man, so he should be male lol. But throw in a female bestie in there if you’d like 😩. As long as he loves me it really doesn’t matter how he acts. I just need me a loyal man who I can talk to comfortably. Someone who will understand my emotions and struggles? Idk. Dates—amusement park, concert, movie theatre. Somewhere where we wouldn’t have to do a lot of talking (dinner dates could be for later on when I’m more comfortable around him LOL)

Quirk o.o hm. I don’t think I’d want a major quirk that could overthrow him. Maybe I could have a quirk that helps people? If I’m matched with a student, then I’d probably be in a lower class. But if you end up aging them up or matching me with a pro hero or something then I’d probably work on the sidelines with helping rescue civilians. A quirk that allows me to see through any smoke or debris (if a building fell and someone was trapped I’d be able to see and locate them quickly) IDK honestly I haven’t thought about it much, but if you can think of anything better, then go for it 😭.

I really love Italian food, and any East Asian food (Chinese, Korean, Japanese) I love it all. Uhhh I have a dog she’s 5 years old and I recently got another puppy, she’s only 2 months old 🥺. I love reading and writing. I mentioned it a little before, but I’d love to become a writer and editor in the future. I still have a long way before I’m completely confident in my writing though :”). I love to dream. I try and think about a specific person to try and dream about them at night (it worked a few times with BTS and Bakugou 😭 I was so happy) Uhhhhhhhhhh, I think that’s all. Thank you so much for doing this! Take your time and I hope you have fun writing these. I really appreciate it! This is honestly how I comfort myself, by inserting myself into these scenarios that people write about my favorite characters, so my heart always leaps whether writers like you offer matchups! So thank you x 9827389292. I hope this was enough info to write something with 😂. OH and for the scenario maybe something like how we first met compared to how it is when we’ve been together for awhile? I suffer with frequent anxiety attacks, so that might play a role in the relationship somewhere? Idk. Just throwing ideas and info to you at this point 😭 thank you again! 💜

I pair you up with Kirishima Eijiro!

Your quirk is “Lucid dreams”, where you can visit people in their dreams! You also have full consciousness in your dreams, so you can practically do anything when you are sleeping!

- You guys first met in middle school, when you had first transferred there. You guys became friends when he volunteered to show you around the school

- You wanted to be a writer/editor and he wanted to be a hero. You guys fully supported each other, and still kept in contact even after departing ways to high school.

- He asked you out eventually, and when you said yes, the Bakusquad came out running to you, congratulating both of you. Turns out Kirishima told his friends all about you and they followed him when he decided to ask you out.

- He drinks respect women juice every single morning- he literally praises the ground you walk on?? He hypes you up whenever you’re feeling insecure, and makes sures that you’re feeling comfortable at all times

- You made him watch a bunch of K-dramas to cry together, and at first he refused to cry (“It’s not manly to cry!”) and then gave up and ended up sobbing with you.

- And he’s SO loyal! Whenever a girl comes up to him, he immediately turns them down, saying that he already has someone. When someone comes up to you, he gets very defensive of you, and shows the guy that you already have someone by PDA.

- He helps you calm down whenever you’re having anxiety attacks, and he actually researched about it when you told him. He!s very patient and helpful

- Adores your dogs (“I don’t know who’s cuter. You, or your dogs!”)

- Don’t tell anyone, but he’s already planning the wedding with Bakugou as his best man ;)

- Overall you guys have a very trusting relationship, where two kind but also crazy souls live in harmony :)

Scenario: When you first met VS Now

“Do you remember when we first met?” You asked randomly. You were watching a K-drama with him, and the flashbacks the lead was getting in the drama made you think past your own memories. “When we first met? Hmm, it was in middle school, right?” Replied Kirishima. You nodded. “We were so awkward back then!” You said as you cringed at the thought of middle school. “You were so shy back then- you would barely say anything to me.” Said Kirishima. “You were scared to make eye contact with me!” You laughed. “I’m shy whenever I meet new people!” Kirishima laughed along with you. “I think we got really close after being partnered for a project.. it was about our future career plans?” Kirishima wondered. “Oh, I remember! You said you wanted to be a hero, and I wanted to be a writer… we were high in hopes but had so many insecurities as a child.” You thought out loud. “We’re still children.” Replied Kirishima. “At least, you act like it.” You shoved him as he smirked. “Yeah, and you were so scared to hold my hand when we first started dating.” Said Kirishima as he hugged you from the back. “Now we do so much other stuff.” You replied. “We could be doing more.” Kirishima whispered into your ear, earning a whack in the head from you. “I miss middle school kirishima...” You joked. “Black haired Kirishima was so cute..” “Hey, hey, I’m still cute. I might even be cuter than your K-pop boys.” Said Kirishima while grinning. You smiled back. “Let’s not go that far.”

Song: Dreams by Fleetwood Mac

I hope you enjoyed it! I’m actually Korean so I love K-dramas! I hope the scenario was somewhat satisfactory. Please tell me how you felt about it, and I hope to see you again soon!

[tuttifuckinfruttifriday]

Final part of The Letter >:D this was so much fun @randomly-a-fan ! Luv u❤��� so sorry it took so long!

Recap here !

The Reckoning

Pairing: Jason Voorheese x MJ, Jason Voorheese and MJ x Malon, side of Freddy Krueger x Malon, Archie x Malon,>:)) ?? x MJ and Jason

Warnings: Censored curse words, violence, gore/wounds , angst, small fluff, ?? being sweet, horror

This one might not be that good D: but I tried

Don’t hesitate to tell me the mistakes I made, since it’s long af<3

There’s a lot of time skip(—) but my ideas were mixed and I forgot some things and I’m lazy-

Songs I used:

Archie blinked slowly as he tried to find where he was, having no ideas and seeing as it doesn’t look like anybody’s here. Small parts of his memory were coming back to him very slowly, so he hoped to remember all soon....

And mostly hoped that Jason would do something about it. His father didn’t know about all that Freddy thing, nor his mother... so he couldn’t really except them to help. With a sigh, he walked around and tried to familiarize himself with the boiler room...

*

MJ was woken up with a gasp, sighing as she realized it was the same nightmare she had yesterday. A loud alarm was blaring from under the door and flashing red lights seeped through the cracks. “What’s going on?!” Panic took place as MJ’s eyes widened, her small frame shaking. There were screams outside, and she didn’t want to know who where their owners. Everything seemed like chaos, to her horrified satisfaction, there was even a coopery smell in the air, which told her that the people behind the door wouldn’t open it soon. A scream passed her lips as she realized she was wrong and there was a sudden banging on the metal, her hands clutching the white covers on the cheap bed. She panicked even more when the door started to open, ready to run outside when they’ll open it— Only to stare at the man before her. “W-what.....???” She was shocked and a little confused, his height difference being obvious. She saw the killer in the papers, but she never thought she would see him in real life... or even live long enough to take in his features. The silent killer only looked at her, his fist, face and white clothes bloodied, as he started walking. Was he sparing her?? Not wanting to be left alone and wanting to show him that she was grateful, she caught up to him. “Th-thank you...” The tall man didn’t show in any way that he heard her, but she was just happy he didn’t kill her. What she didn’t know tho is that he already knew her, but that’s a story for another time if any of you read the previous stories—

She walked alongside him, her shoulder brushing his big arm by moments. He didn’t seem to mind, but she was starting to feel anxious as they passed bloodied and destroyed corpses on the ground. When she wasn’t looking up at him, the killer’s blue eyes took her small frame in, no emotions on his face. The truth is, when he saw that she and Jason were taken, he waited in the open to get taken in. Even if it took some time for the smaller officers to get close to him, his plan worked, like always.

MJ’s eyes widened when she saw the figure of her undead husband approaching, a big smile on her face as she ran from the side of the long haired killer who saved her and embraced him, the latter doing the same and he smeared blood on her white clothes, but she didn’t care at the moment. The Shape looked at the reunion, a small sparkle of emotions blooming in his eyes for a really small second before it disappeared.

*

Some time later, in the dream realm, Freddy was looking at the newspaper, a growl escaping his throat as he read the titles. “Crystal Lake massacre escapes mental asylum!” “The Shape of Hadonfield taken in and escaping!” In his rage, the dream demon threw a mug that was on the table, scaring half to death the two kids in the corner. “That bxtch....” Rage engulfed him. How tf did Michael get into this?! Freddy grumbled.

The purple-haired clown was hiding the small redhead behind him, seeing that she was really scared. Malon started to feel sick as the heat seamed to increase, her small body not being able to bear it. When Archie felt her sliding down the wall, her feet coming to rest against his, he turned around and saw her breathing in big gasp, sweat literally dripping from her face and neck and he started to panic even more.

*

Having gotten out, the trio (Jason, MJ and Michael) walked into the parking, The Shape immediately going to a car and opening it with random keys the husband and wife didn’t notice. Suddenly, MJ doubled-over and gasped in pain as she felt really hot, her breaths coming in small gasps as she hyperventilated. Her husband immediately rushed towards her, getting down on his knees as he tried to understand what’s wrong, the click of the car’s locks audible behind him. But they didn’t have time for that, so he opened the door and before he could do anything, Michael took MJ and put her in the back before taking Jason by the arm and putting him in the driver side. He knew a little how to drive since he had to move some victim’s car, but he couldn’t for now because of his shock with being thrown in the seat and MJ moaning in pain at the back. Before he could do anything else, Michael closed the door and looked in the direction of where they came from, still with no emotions showing on his face, only a killer glare. If glares could kill, the nurses and police officers would be dead right now. His feet slammed on the pedal when shots rang, 2 bullets piercing the back window.

—

After being far enough from the hospital, Jason got into the back seat with MJ, who was feeling a little better now. “I-I’m okay now, baby...” “Thank you... And I-I’m so so sorry, it wasn’t me who sent the location—“ With wide eyes, he stopped her by putting his mask up and placing his cold lips softly on hers, one hand behind her head. Speechless and with a smile, MJ kissed him back. They cuddled and hugged for some time, and without realizing it, Jason fell asleep beside her. When she decided that she wanted to tell him about Malon’s situation, she realized he was sleeping... so she cuddled some more with a frown, knowing she wouldn’t be able to wake him up.

—

He was in a room he knew too well, having been here when he fought The Nightmare, Freddy Krueger. He couldn’t stop himself from letting out a shaky breath, his heart going a little faster as he remembered that day. “Well hello there, Big Guy.... Care to join the party?~” Jason turned around in a second as he saw the burnt guy before him, his rotten teeth into a wicked smile. Confused, he frowned and prepared his machete beside him, even if he knew it wouldn’t do anything to him. Party?? What party?? Eyes glancing down, he regretted it. Scratch marks and hair were all over the ground, even what looked like meat which he knew it wasn’t.

His eyes widened when he saw Malon’s body behind him, her red hair hiding her bloodied face and her body on the hot ground—

“Too late.”

—-

A breathless gasp escaped his unmasked face as he sat up, realizing that he was moving. MJ, who was driving, smiled sadly when she saw her husband awake. “Good, you’re awake.” She then stopped the car, turning the keys as Jason took his surroundings in. They were back at their house, the camp. A smile smile appeared on his face until he remembered what he saw in his dream and decided to tell his wife, the latter gasping in shock. “That... that’s probably the man that took her—“ A big hand was put in her shoulder as she started to hyperventilate again. She buzzed against it, the hand cupping her cheek as it’s owner made her look into his eyes, brown eyes blinking as he looked at his wife with a calm face. He knew what he had to do, he would do the same thing he did when Malon was taken the first time... He took his wife inside, her still shaking body wrapped tightly in his arms. Before starting with the plan, they changed their clothes and Jason carefully pushed MJ to get on the bed, taking his notepad and writing on it as she frowned. “She is in the dream realm, we’ll take her back.” “You.. You’re sure Jay..?” He gave a nod in response. So with a sigh, she leaned back and tried to sleep, Jason getting behind her carefully as he set the watch on his wrist, the last time he took it coming back to his mind. He put the minuter to 35 minutes and got down. Their bodies tangled together as they relaxed, their minds going blank as they fell into their nightmare.

Boiling hot steam streamed out of the groaning pipes above them as they got up, MJ taking Jason’s hand as her eyes darted back and forth. The father was determined to find his daughter, again, even if it took his own life this time. He didn’t knew why Freddy did this, why he tried to take all the good things he had, but what he was sure of is that he would make sure to take him back to the real world and make him pay. He knew that Malon wasn’t really dead, he felt it. He only wanted to provoque him, like that last time. His thoughts were cut short when he heard a boyish scream, followed by a high pitched one. He immediately ran toward the noise, MJ running after him with wide eyes, only to trip on a chain that came out of nowhere. “Jay—“ The metal wrapped tighter around her, making her whimper and silencing her. Jason’s steps immediately stopped as he turned toward his lover, his machete at the ready. Not even taking the time to think, he swung the weapon with so much force that the chain creaked and almost broke, finally breaking when he gave another. He caught her body, slowly placing it ont he ground before kissing her head and running toward the noise again, leaving his lover all wrapped up in the rusty metal. Ignoring her calls, he knew she would be safer there. A quick glance at his watch, his breathing hitched in his throat when he saw he had only 20 minutes.

When Jason finally found the source, after 10 minutes of running around in circle, he had to hold back another gasp. Before him were Archie and Malon, the two of them covered in bruises. He didn’t know what was more shocking, Malon sweating and looking sickly pale on the ground, or Archie standing before her protectively, a claw mark on his face and two on his arm. The scratches weren’t deep, but it still looked like it really hurt. They looked like they’d been through hell, small burns covering their bodies.

He couldn’t hold himself back, jumping and tackling Freddy who only now realized his presence. They fought on the ground for some time, Malon crying and whimpering in the background as Archie tried to calm her and watched silently. Each time the dream demon tried to wrapped something around him or disappear, he would always find him at the end. Jason gave all he could, almost getting transpierced by his own weapon. 3 mins. He made sure Malon and her friend were alright before he kicked the brunt man two or three times, making him bark out a laugh. He then rolled to the side as Freddy’s glove was about to slash, taking down the kids with him as the watch finally beeped—

He rolled down the bed as he woke up, the children groaning as they came in contact with the hard floor. MJ was still sleeping, so he made sure to carry her somewhere safer before The Nightmare appeared and slashed at his back, making his daughter scream as she fell and MJ waking up. The two female screamed and cried as they hugged each other, the older one taking the small boy and pulling him back as he tried to get into the fight.

Freddy got thrown through the window as Jason jumped too, Malon following closely behind without him noticing. She was scared for her father and knew that she could never beat a grown man, but her curiosity got the best of her. They got to the lake, Jason forgetting his fears as he continued to slash his weapon, smirking under his mask when he sees Freddy leaning down and panting. They fell to the ground, and as he raised his machete and was going to kill him, the man under said something that made him stop.

“Come on, momma’s boy. Slash me infront of your daughter.~” he dared to look behind him as he caught his daughter small frame behind him, her eyes wide open. The demon had the smuggest look on his face, which didn’t help Jason’s decision as he put his arms on top of his head as he brought down the weapon with his two hands, hearing the sickening sound of the blade transpiercing his flesh.

[samrosemodblog]

Time for Sam Ramblings! It's been a while since I rambled about something. Also whose ready for some Fandom Whiplash?

Cause I'm rambling about Homestuck.

Homestuck is strange to me cause I was in the PRIME position to absolutely adore it when it premiered, on account of being a huge fan of the series that came before it, Problem Sleuth.

God I loved Problem Sleuth. One of the rare series where from basically page 1 it had me busting my gut with the absurdities.

So I figured I'd love Homestuck too. And while I did dig it for a while, it was always kinda just "Okay" with me going along with the motions. And I DEFINITELY didn't understand the story telling pacing on account of all the time travel shenanigans going on, or the way Hussie decided to EXECUTE those time travel narratives.

I remember dropping out of reading the story around the time of Part 5 airing, you know, when the Trolls REALLY got involved in the story. Which is funny because apparently from what I've seen, this is everyone in the fandom's favorite part of the story.

And I'm rambling about this NOW, because I decided for the kicks to go back and listen to a Youtube Reading of Homestuck, just so I could actually say I'd seen all of Homestuck one day.

And those readings just got to the start of Act 5 now which means I'm all caught up from my past. So I wanted to put my thoughts to paper and then toss them into the void for anyone who cares.

The rest under a Read More!

To start my thoughts, a second read of Homestuck has done a lot for my understanding of Homestuck's story, even if I forgot a LOT of what happened near the end of act 4 on retrospective.

Having even some knowledge of the future meant that when those events occurred in the past, they made INFINITELY more sense than an initial linear timeline viewing of the story.

So in some senses I really was enjoying the story more this time around than I did the first time, though I think I can identify more of what the issue this time around is of why it just feels OKAY in comparison to Problem Sletuh.

Homestuck is basically a game within a game within a Webcomic, narratively speaking. All of that is LITERAL in terms of the story being told, even the 4th Wall is literally part of the story.

And part of the disconnected feeling is that the "Game" of Sburb, the game that starts the story off in Act 1, isn't really used to its full potential.

Like when Act 1 first started, I was FULLY into the idea of this double-layered story telling of kids playing a game and using the game mechanics while they were 'controlled' by a game on the outside.

Like I said, it's LITERALLY a game within a game story telling.

But the Game never really plays out to any meaningful effect. The 'Game' of Sburb is just a plot device that gives the kids, essentially, alchemy super powers.

Sure they can KIND of alter the area they spawn in, but that never really plays any kind of factor in the larger space of the story (at least as far as up to Act 5 is concerned, maybe I'm wrong here, but even if it DOES the feeling of disconnect is still there for all of Acts 1 through 4).

Like. I imagine Problem Sleuth, where the world FUNCTIONALLY is a dream world running on Dream Logic.

One of the first things that happens is the main character pulling a window off of the wall, but still being able to use it as a window to where the window exited out to, like a moving portal.

Imagine THOSE kind of shenanigans but with the game world. Being able to treat reality as if it existed in dream logic.

A story where Rose was able to take the windows on John's house and make duplicates of them around the world, giving John fast access back to his house.

If the new world they were exploring within Sburb was a hostile and dangerous world, and they made themselves safe havens that were essentially copy + pastes of their homes, with door portals that lead them between these havens, and allow them to 'fast travel' between locations.

The Game would be their world world, because the story would be dictated of them essentially living IN the game! And they ESSENTIALLY always have! They just never had direct access to that game until Sburb existed!

But of course this never really happens in the story.

Instead you get drawn into a confusing game within a game within a webcomic story, combined with so much time travel you can't even nervously shift in place without bumping into SOMETHING that was directly involved in time travel.

And that's not even getting into the whole absurdity of the 'Dream' world ALSO being the antagonist world that the kids are fighting against.

Essentially Homestuck gets bogged down REAL quick with all of these other story elements that, at least FEEL, completely separated from the game in the first place.

And sure, I get that part of the problem in the story is essentially that BECAUSE the kids prototyped the kernel sprite with Clowns, cats, pink, and birds that it caused the main villain to be infuriated over having to wear a stupid hat, but it's such a minor detail that it gets entirely lost in the shuffle!

It's not that any of this is necessarily bad, after all Homestuck's fandom was fucking HUGE when it came on the scene (especially with the trolls), but it definitely had always left me with a feeling of "It feels like a lot could be done with this concept, but instead of doing anything with it, we went with a strange time-travel and alien home-worlds warring narrative instead"

But I suppose this is all relative. It's not necessarily a BAD story, it's just one that leaves a lot up to the reader to figure things out and/or wait for them to be figured out on their own, and that can be kind of tough to deal with.

Also some of the language hasn't held up, at all. And I don't think it even held up even back then. 10 years is a long time in terms of cultural shifts, but even still oof.

But that's a minor part at the very least and doesn't come up very often, so I can at least shrug it off for now.

Anyways, that caps off my feelings of the first 4 acts as they exist right now. And I wanted to get them down because one of the most common reading advice for people new to Homestuck is "Skip to Act 3!" and it's like

That's such terrible advice and not a great way to kick off this huge adventure lol

But at least I think I figured out WHY Acts 1 through 4 gave me such a "This is okay" feeling, as said above.

But what kicked me out of reading the rest was Part 5 Act 1 (Seriously why isn't it just Act 5 and 6?? They're long enough to be separate acts, lord).

EVERYONE ELSE seemed to adore the trolls and loved exploring their world and getting to know them more.

They annoyed the Hell out of me originally.

Not only had I been thrown off/hated the whole fact that John made his own family and friends and himself RANDOMLY AND WITHOUT ANY THOUGHT (Like he literally just stumbles into a room and goes ahead and makes the paradoxes and just... Just does things??? UGH I STILL HATE IT), but then these assholes came along and just had COMPLETELY obnoxious personalities and text chats that were a pain in the ass to read and took over the ENTIRE STORY away from the characters I actually cared about.

ALSO PERSTERCHUM LOGS ARE WAY TOO LONG, EVEN FROM THE START OF THE STORY, EVERY TIME IT'S LIKE 10 MINUTES TO READ WHAT'S GOING ON, I SWEAR TO GOD-

So I just wanted to put my thoughts down on what Homestuck had been TO ME so far before I end up dragging myself through the rest of the story that I HAVEN'T seen until now.

I believe I got spoiled on how the story ends from a tumblr post but my memory of it is really vague and I don't remember HOW they get to that conclusion, but it felt very Problem-Sleuthy in how it ended so ya know.

Either way, it will be interesting to see if any of my feelings end up changing here. I doubt I'll ever be officially part of the 'Fandom' like other people were, but hey, if I get to the end of the story and like what I have so far I can at least partake in the fanart and fanfics and finally know what's going on lol

PS. I DO find it funny that "The Midnight Gang" was essentially a commissioned side-story in the Problem Sleuth universe, and one of the on-going 'Gag' commands was "Enter the Main story!", but of course they never did.

I guess Homestuck is what happens when they actually do lol

[foryouthegays]

its time for a ‘assembling an army [Dream SMP]’ liveblog pogggg

bc people seem to like techno saying “puppy!” heres the timestamps for the times he says it in this stream and a few i remember from other times

10:30

12:35

2 mins into ‘minecraft VR is the ultimate fitness program’

and he doesnt say puppy but ‘train ‘em young (Collab with GURL GAMER ERMAGERD)’ is just. its so cute. please watch it. its techno playin and his little sister is in the background and i love it nd he says ‘pony’ nstead of horse so that counts. also his nod at 2:27 after his sister says ‘thats u!!’ is so cute like ahhhHHH and at 3:25 his sister says doggy and it sounds so similar to how techno says it in the vr vid ahhhhhhHHH sorry i just love that vid so much u can hear techno in the bg its so good

ALSO HE DID A ‘DO DO DOOO’ AT 15:20 :D!!!!!!!AND 1:07:45

if yall dont watch vods, he starts his stream with ‘starting the streaamm!!!!’ and its adorable. i highly recommend watchin the start of his streams just for that

as always, he says three in the prettiest way possible and i hate it. how can you make the word THREE sound nice its. its not allowed 

hes calling the wither skull place (which i had been calling theseus’ vault/home) the bunker and i kinda like that. (1:15)

“worst case scenario, he’s building an ugly tower outside of my base, best case scenario, he died!” 2:50

heres the link tommy sends at 7:10 https://www.reddit.com/r/tommyinnit/comments/kfdsid/i_know_tommy_likes_cobblestone_towers_so_heres_an/?sort=new

7:50

tommy: “what are your deepest emotions”

techno: “uhhh....revenge.”

tommy: -laughs- “what about like, you know, love.

techno: “not so much.”

tommy: -laughs- “hey, ok”

techno: “love? sounds kinda cringe,”

tommy: -laughs harder- “love?? all i know is anarchy!”

techno: “all i know is anarchy, violence, and get subscriber, ok? thats all you need.”

aroace c!techno pog??

the “i know another word for dog” “puppy!!!” convo is at 10:30 btw. techno is just. am love he

“you’re trying to think of one redeeming quality you have and you’re stuttering. you’re stuttering, tommy.” LSFJDLKDSJF 14:30

techno making fun of tommy falling through snow and then immediately doing the exact same thing is so funny a;sdkfjkasd 15:25

17:10 ah yes, a sheep, the opposite of a dog, mhmm

19:25 “tommy i dont believe in laws” LKSFJHDLA

“i need you i need you i need you” “i’m right here.” AWWWW  20:25

DREAM JOINED OH GOD 21:00

i feel like techno is just,,,,constantly redirecting the convo back to dogs to try nd distract tommy

OH GOD DREAM NO 28:00 GO AWAY

hhghn the way that techno asked tommy to describe his location,,,,,,isnt that LITERALLY grounding??? ik it was so tech could find him but just,,,tommy immediately started talking clearer and responding better to techno,,,,,hhgnn

AWW TECHNO CALLED IT ‘OUR HOUSE’ AT 29:25

why is technos laptop just randomly telling him abt pagodas im ksfhjdal 30:20

30:50 techno has access to twitch in universe

31:40 tECHNOS ‘Y O U’ IS SO FUNNY SFHGDJKAL

32:05 dream no. ‘hey I’m on my way to your house, need to have a chat with you’ GO AWAY 

WHY DOES HE HAVE A SECRET CHEST WHY IS HE LIKE THIS WHY IS HE SO SECRETIVE AHHHH 36:05

37:55 as much as i hate c! dream i just. i love dream nd technos dynamic so much but i know dreams gonna be in character and it makes me sad bc nooo dont be mean :(

38:50 “tommy....left” “who?” GFJHSKDL TECHNO IM IHUGFJSKDLA 

wait but techno couldve made skyblock canon in the smp universe if explained the sell foot as the ‘pigs foot’ from slaying dragons in skyblock and saying that they made people faster but nooOOOOooOOooooOOoooOOOoo gkfjshdl 39:45

techno just spelled coughing ‘caughing’ and idiot ‘idfiot’ im,,,,,hfdgkjs 40:50

TECHNO WHEN WE SAY U USE BIG WORDS WE DONT MEAN ‘ALOOF’ WE MEAN SHIT LIKE ‘RECIPROCITY’ HFGJDKSL 41:00  i doNT EVEN KNOW IF THATS THE WORD HE SAID IM SO DONE WITH HIM AHH

“what does impaired mean?” so THATS who technos talkin bout not knowin english 52:30 (bonus: “it means its out of pair, tommy”)

52:50 my god these people are so dumb im crying could u imagine just casually walking ur dog and u just hear yelling in the distance and u look up to see two sets of enchanted netherite, one with a dog and one with a llama who seems to be spitting at the owner, yelling at each other about staying stealthy and ur like ‘this may as well happen’ and one of them jUMPS OFF A BRIDGE and the other just yeets the llama down before jumping off as well and u see the dog walk up to u and u can kinda see an outline of someone and ur like whatever and then the other person walks by holding bamboo and no armor on with the llama still spitting and then one of them starts yelling at the other and ur like iS THAT TOMMY??? I THOUGHT HE WAS DEAD??? and u realize the other is techno and ur like,,,,god why did i move to this cursed country and then the llama starts talking and spitting at u just. and u just. u leave. u just gotta leave. 

and then now ur ranboo, going to figure out whats happening and theres a llama that starts spitting at u and ur like ????? and u see some dogs and u turn around and then theyre gone and then tommy (who, once again, is thought to be dead) texts you and says u should join vc3 and then the llama starts talking and telling u to give up all ur things and then u DIE sjkdfal; 

anD THEN THE LLAMA DIES ALSDKJFALDKFA I LOVE THIS SERVER ITS SO DUMB

GKJHSFDL I LOVE RANBOO SO MUCH

god these people have no braincells when theyre together its so funny 

1:10:20 sCHLATT????? WHA T

🦀TOMMY IS GONE 🦀 1:15:00 (also: “he died as he lived, an absolute moron” JFKSDL TECHNO)

SJKHFDAL RANBOO JOINED THE GAME JUST TO SAY ‘THAT BETTER BE CANON TOMMY’ AND THEN JUST L E F T (1:18:45)

SFDGHJKAL TOMMYS MAD BC HE HAD 18 LEVELS AND DIED AND TECHNOS JUST C A S U A L L Y AT 100 DFSJHKLA I LOVE THEM

“ew, imagine using valid arguments to refute my idiotic points” god i love techno so much (1:19:50)

[aching-tummies]

Indulgent Scenario

This started out as a “RP Starter”/”What Would You Do?” piece inspired by “Warmth for an Upset Tummy”...but it quickly morphed into some self-indulgent fictional “I wish” scenario. Shockingly enough, I think I managed to write this piece gender-neutral. Enjoy! And feel free to send me asks or chat or whatever, especially if you like this scenario of mine. If I get enough encouragement I may be tempted to write more stuff like this.

It's a lazy afternoon. Life's been pretty hectic for you and your partner. It's the busy season at work for both of you--dealing with customers and failing equipment all around on top of fending off sickness. It's a miracle neither of you has come home with so much as a cough, yet. Another small miracle is in the fact that the two of you are at home at the same time and both of you are awake. Busy workloads and sickness claiming co-workers have caused the concept of an "advance work schedule" to go out the window for both of you. You think you're working 2-8 but joke's on you when you drag yourself to work only to be told by the manager to go home 'cuz someone canceled 1-9 tomorrow and they want you to fill that one. Looks like you're pawning off that movie ticket after all. The unpredictable working hours have left the two of you exhausted and you've both lost count of the number of unsatisfying nights trudging your way home to find your partner already asleep or not home yet. Unexpected expenses have made it so that indulgences are few and far between lately, and indulging in each other has become a dream within a dream at this point.

Today is a rare day. It's your day off and you weren't called in to cover someone's hours. Honestly if it weren't for the car-insurance hike, you'd have shut off your phone after getting off from the late shift last night. You've spent the day trying to whittle down the "To-Do" list for your shared living area. Laundry has been long on the list and while the second load is taking a turn in the dryer you decided to finally tackle the dusty book-shelf that's been causing your partner's allergies to flare up randomly.

Your partner was called in to work the opening shift this morning. You slept through that phone call but got the details from a hurried text message. Luckily, they were only called in for three hours to cover for one of their co-workers who was going to be late dealing with some school thing for their child. Your partner is home now and lounging on the bed with a book after being woken much too early to be called into work. Neither of you two has been keeping track of each other's schedules, so the fact that today was supposed to be a shared day-off came as a surprise. Your partner was shocked when they saw you still home upon completing their impromptu work shift.

GRRRBL....rrrRRrrrBBbp...lllrrr...

You turn toward the sound, raising an eyebrow as you try to locate the source of that oddly familiar sound. Seven feet away, through the open door to your shared bedroom, you have a clear line of sight to the bed. Your partner shifts on the bed, their face coloring into a tell-tale blush.

...rrrrRRBLb....

They bring their knees up, creating a tent with the blankets still pulled over their lap. They slink down in bed until all you can see of them is the twin peaks of their knees propping up the blankets. You hear a muffed curse cut off by a sharp intake of breath. Smiling, you set down the duster and stride into the bedroom. You steadily close in on the mattress. You reach out a hand, palm-down, as you lower yourself onto the edge of the bed.

The shifting of the mattress causes your partner's body to convulse with an unexpected hiccup, followed by a soft groan. You place your hand on their stomach, still covered with their zipped-up-hoodie. They look up at you with half-lidded eyes, clearly exhausted. The residual embarrassment from their loud stomach is still on their face.

...blblbl...RRR....bl...

Their blush intensifies. 'Cute', you think.

"Stomach ache?" You ask them softly, rocking your palm over their stomach gently. You don't want to press too hard until you figure out what's causing the loud grumbles.

"Nope." They close their eyes and you catch traces of bliss on their face. The trace encourages you to go deeper with your massage and you languidly slide your hand under their hoodie and the camisole underneath, pushing the material aside to reveal your partner's slightly rounded tummy.

You feel the vibrations under your palm as their stomach shifts again. This one's not too audible, but that may be because of the pressure of your hand. Your partner let out a breathless moan and sinks lower into the mattress, the picture of 'blissed out and relaxed'.

A short, quiet 'urp' spills from their lips as you press into the upper left of their belly. You smirk as they mumble something that sounds like '...fuckin' finally...' followed by what you swear is '...do that again', but you can't be sure. Their voice is muffled by their relaxed and no-doubt sleepy state as well as the book that they've carelessly let flop over the lower half of their face. Chuckling, you reach over to remove the book. You want to see their face and hear all of the sensual noises they'll make as a result of your ministrations.

"What'd you eat?" You call out just as your partner appears to be on the cusp of sleep. You know they need the rest, but you can't even remember the last time the two of you got to indulge in your shared kink. You want this moment to last.

"...hhnn...?" Their confused intonation is a question--like 'how did you know?' or something.

"Your tum's really grumbly right now. It's so loud; I heard it from outside the bedroom, sweetie. If I didn't know any better I would have thought we had a bear in the house." They hum out a nonconsequential response, clearly not even trying to fight sleep.

You've been rubbing a slow, large circle over their tummy, keeping your touch light to prevent stirring up their guts too much. Deciding to get back at them for choosing sleep over indulgence, you abruptly push down into the center of their tummy, causing their eyes to go wide less than a split second before they let out a sharp belch. Their belly quivers under your palm, resounding with a wet squelch.

"Ugh...warning next time..." they murmur.

"You ate without me. What'd ya eat?" You prod them again, both figuratively and literally as you jab a sharp fingernail into their shallow navel, delighting in the aggressive grumbles that result from the motion. “Aww...is someone full and achy?” you murmur this to their stomach before you prod your partner for an answer once again.

"Urgh...didn't think you'd be home...tummy's been upset...lately...nnngh...wanted...wanted something warm and *urp*...easy to digest..." Your partner interrupts themselves with groans, grunts, and short burps as you continue to tease their somewhat bloated belly. “Ugh...sick of being hungry...hurts”

You ease up on your ministrations at their explanation, It'd slipped your mind in the presence of the chance to indulge in your favorite kink. You know your partner's been suffering from indigestion and a hurting stomach all week. You both go to bed hungry more often than not and you've had to pry pillows from their clenched jaw in the mornings as they dream about filling their belly. You’ve seen them with a hand or cushion pressed against their tummy more ofthen than not when they’re home.

Hungry nights, inconsistent meal-times, followed by filling up on 'empty calories' when they have the chance to do so for the last two weeks has led to no end of digestive distress for your partner. You've come home from the late shift more than a few times in the past week to find your partner resting fitfully as their sickly tummy cramps and convulses inside of them. The empty state of their guts by the time they return home from work is probably the only reason you haven't caught them puking. You've spent a few of those nights awake in the dark, rubbing the ache out of their protesting guts while they slept.

You know that noodles in hot broth is their go-to comfort-food--especially during the cold months or when their tummy hurts. You just never realized how loud their stomach could get from it all. The deep growls that enticed you into the bedroom just now are way louder than any of the angry grumbles or sickly rumbles you've associated with their guts in the last few weeks.

"Is your belly still upset?"

"...hmm...?...n--*urp*...nope...full...warm...nice... ... sleepy..."

You smile as you interpret their broken sentence...if it can be called that. Apparently, all of those late nights you spent massaging their sore tummy could have been mitigated with a large bowl of hot broth and noodles. You know the noodle-shop your partner must have gone to--their favorite place when they're willing to splurge on a meal. You should have ordered take-out from there a week ago; it would have spared your partner a week of indigestion and interrupted sleep due to hunger.

You place a chaste kiss on your partner's tummy as you lay down, pressing an ear against the noisiest part of their tum even as you continue to squeeze the sides of their sated tummy with both hands. Your actions are clearly stirring things up inside your partner if the squelches, rumbles, and soft belches are any indication. Your partner’s always had a hard time passing gas. If you weren’t there to press it all out of them they’d walk around bloated and achy a lot. You silently vow to get noodles and hot broth into them more often, both because it's clearly making them feel loads better and also because the noises and sensations beneath your ear are heavenly.

You've both missed this--being able to indulge in each other, to make each other feel good, and to indulge in tummies.