#but actually telling me that you love me wouldn't hurt

[sol-consort]

Been eyeing Cyberpunk 2077 lately this winter sale... is it worth it? I remember there being massive backlash when it first came out. Are the waters calm now or is this still a stray flying bullet I should dodge

is it like Mass Effect? What even happens in that game? Can I smooch aliens? Who's the hottest character?

[the-universal-sun]

OOH I got another goodie! Can we get a regressed fidds? He regresses because he had a panic attack due to thinking he will lose stan (mullet stan) cause he lost his bookworm, got divorced by his wife and lost tate, he heart couldn't handle loosing stan! So he clings to stan and when stan tries to move away fidds freaks and begs his lee not to leave ):

Thank you so much for you request, I loved writing it! I do need to write more little! fidds, he's such an adorable little guy :) I hope I did your request justice here! And I hope it wasn't too heavy at times-I'm always worried about that. Merry Christmas and please enjoy reading!

As always, I am welcome to helpful advice and critiques! Happy Holidays to everyone!

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Fiddleford sobbed, clutching Missy, his stuffed Racoon, tightly to his chest. Stan said he was just going to the store to pick up juice and snacks, and that was over an hour ago! He must've gotten tired of Fiddleford and his anxiety and his crying and now he's gone and he's never coming back! Fiddleford is going to be all alone again, just like before. He feels like he's standing on a precipice, teetering near the edge in pure despair. He should've known, Emma May left him and took Tater Tot, who doesn't even want to see him, his Bookworm left him and may be gone forever , and now his Bubba left him! He's going to be alone forever and ever and ever! Fiddleford tries to take deep breaths, his chest aching and hurting making it almost impossible-he's starting to feel lightheaded.

     "Fidds! I'm home!" It's Bubba! He came back, he didn't leave Fidds! "Apparently this place has a "Pioneer Day" and they wouldn't let me drive through town, so it took longer than-OOF!" Fidds doesn't comprehend Stan's words, clumsily getting up and barreling into Stan, he would've knocked him over if Stan hadn't widened his stance to counterbalance. "Whoa, Sweetums! Where's the fire-are you crying? Fiddleford-what happened? Was it a bad memory or-or are you hurt? I-" Stan pauses, his brow furrowing in concern when he sees the stuffed Racoon clutched tightly in Fidds' hands, his blubbering combined with that is what puts it together for Stan. He's not talking to Dr. Fiddleford H McGucket, he's talking to his Little Fella, to Fidds. "Hey," Stan softens his voice, "what's the matter, hmm? Come on, tell your Bubba." Stan's softer voice coupled with reassuring talk is usually enough to get through to him, but it seems as if the usual reassurances are slipping away into the distance, Fiddleford too overwhelmed to comprehend. Stan tries to move Fidds back so he can get a look at him-making sure he didn't actually get hurt while he was gone. What he didn't expect was to be met with such a violent and out-of-character reaction from his Sweetie.

     "No! No! No!" Fidds clings tighter as Stan goes to move him back. The yelling in his ear causes him to instinctively flinch and move back even more to escape the loud noise. This only causes Fidds' yelling and crying to get worse. He collapses on the floor and clings to Stan's legs, hugging him tight with a piercing, "NOOOOO!" followed by hysterical sobbing. At this point, Stan's panicking, too, his chest tight and throat constricting. He doesn't know what he did wrong, he doesn't even know what happened when he was gone, what made Fidds drop and get him in such a state.

     "Hey, Fella! Come on now, let's try to calm down, yeah?" Stan bends down, trying to get level with Fidds and get him to calm his crying and breathe. When soft cooing doesn't work, Stan doesn't know what else to do aside from grasp his shoulders and pull the taller man into him, gathering him in his arms-Fiddleford may be taller than Stan, but he's all gangly limbs-standing up and hobbling-he's still a full grown man-to the living room, collapsing on the armchair with Fidds, still sobbing, in his lap. Stan is torn up inside, listening to the other one cry feels like a rusted blade is tearing its way through his insides, he clings to Fiddleford just as hard as he's being clung to, almost hoping his presence and suffocating hug is enough to calm his Little Guy down, just enough so he can tell him what's eating at him, maybe then Stan can punch away anything that's hurt or scared Fidds.

     “Bubba…” Fidds whispered, his voice trembling. He clung to Stan’s shirt, his fingers gripping the fabric for dear life. The world around him faded, everything sharpening into a singular focus—Stan. Bubba. “You’re not-not gonna-not gonna leave me, right?” Panic seeped into his words, heavy and suffocating. "Please! Please don't leave me! Don' wanna be- a-alone anymore!" He begged, words jumped by his hiccups, clutching and burying himself in Stan's chest again-too scared to look into his eyes and see disgust or annoyance. He doesn't want his Bubba to be mad or annoyed at him, it's just-he chokes back a sob into a moan-panic stifling his breathing. He loves Stan so much, so much so that it hurts sometimes. And he knows rationally that Stan would say something if he wasn't happy, but he isn't rational, his thoughts just eat away and eat away at him sometimes. And this thought won't go away, and he wants it to go away! He doesn't want to think about not having Bubba no more, not being tucked in or-or read to anymore. The thought causes him to burst into another round of sobs.

     Stan's heart ached even more, his chest even tighter, at the sight before him. Was this what got Fidds in such a tizzy? The thought that he might abandon him? Stan would never do that, hell, he's lucky Fiddleford wants to stick around with him. He couldn't even bring himself to think of any situation that would make him turn away his Lil' Guy, the thought of that scenario is enough to make Stan's eyes sting and his breath hitch. He reached out, bringing his arms around the scrawny man on his lap and absolutely crushing him against him, nuzzling his head against the top of Fidds' head and pressing deep kisses on his hair. "Never." Stan's voice is rough with an emotion neither of them can name at that moment. "I'm not goin' anywhere, not without my Little Man, alright?" Fidds unburied his head from his Bubba's chest, laying it on his shoulder so he could nuzzle it in return-and so he can feel the breathing against his ear and match it. His chest hurts and his head feels dizzy from how hard he was crying and from how hard it was to breathe. "You can trust me when I say this," Stan clutches Fidds tighter, "unless there comes a day when you want to stop, I will never let you go. I promise you this, nothin' crossed, Fiddleford." Stan manages to get Fidds to lean back enough to look him in the eyes. To make his point.

     Fidds looks at Bubba, he's got his serious-serious face on. The face reserved for when something in his lab gets blown up when he's there. Fidds knows this means business, that he's serious, no fingers, toes, tongues, or eyes crossed. And that tickles Fidds more than anything, knowing his Bubba isn't crossing anything while making a promise to him, this means he has to keep the promise-those were the rules and his Bubba has never broken a promise rule. This is what calms his breathing down enough for him to get in those deep breaths his brain and body need, enough to collapse against Stan's warm chest while comforting and grounding hands stroke his hair. The grip of panic loosened ever so slightly, though he still clings to Stan's so tightly-scared of letting go.

Fidds knows these icky thoughts will come up again, but in this moment where he's being hugged and rocked so tightly by his Bubba? While his head is being kissed and such nice words are being whispered in his ears? Those thoughts seem like such a silly thing to worry about. He's not alone, not here at this moment. Not with Bubba.

[autism-autobot]

FloaPS Facts 5

Red Son and Wukong Edition!

Tw: grief, child neglect, coma, near-death experience, mentions of death

Wukong's fur has fallen out on multiple occasions due to grief and stress. He naturally sheds fur with the seasons, but he has a hard time growing fur back

Most of the fur loss is contained to his limbs, but he has a few bald patches on his torso as well

Red Son noticed that Wukong didn't seem to particularly enjoy his furless look, so he bought a henna tattoo kit and offered to draw on him if he liked

Red Son and Wukong now have "henna & spa" days together where they bathe, braid hair, and draw henna on each other

They will both draw wherever the other is comfortable, which is basically everywhere except the privates

Wukong is better at drawing henna than Red Son

DBK once saw Red Son with his hair braided and henna covering every inch of skin aside from his face, looked at his son, and said, "Your uncle got ahold of you, didn't he?"

Wukong used to babysit Red Son on the regular

Wukong loves belly dancing

Red Son used to watch Wukong belly dance as a toddler and would sometimes try to copy him

Wukong noticed and decided to give him belly dancing lessons

Red Son got really good at it and looked forward to every lesson

Despite how proficient Red Son was at it, he was too shy and embarrassed to do it in front of anyone, but Wukong and his husband

After his father's imprisonment, Red Son was forced to cut all ties with Wukong and stopped belly dancing as a result

It was only recently that Red Son worked up the courage to ask for more dance lessons, but by then, Wukong was too weak from his sickness to dance

Wukong is intersex and genderfluid (still uses he/him pronouns as he tends to fluctuate towards masculinity)

Wukong was the one to carry and birth each of his children from both of his past marriages

Red Son used to see Wukong belly dancing while in his third trimester and thought nothing of it at the time. Now, he questions how Wukong was ever capable of such a thing

Wukong's kids would refer to Macaque as Baba

His kids didn't want to refer to their new step-dad as "Baba" because in their minds, Macaque had dragged that name through mud and other discusting materials and Ao Lie deserved better, they decided to call him Pom-pom.

Red Son thought Pom-pom was his actual name until Wukong clarified it on New Years that he was, in fact, Ao Lie and not some random other dragon that he decided to build a life with

"I'm glad I got the opportunity to meet most of the pilgrims, though I do wish I could've met Ao Lie too." "What are you talking about? You've met him!" "Wait, I have?" "Pom-pom? Do you not remember him? Please tell me you remember him!" "WAIT POM-POM IS AO LIE???!!!"

Then came the talk of "No, Mei is not related to me, she's a descendant of one of my step-kids" and "No, my kids aren't considered part of the dragon clan since they don't approve of me or of Lie's divorce to his previous spouse"

Monkeys often sleep together, so whenever Red Son spent the night at Wukong's house, he'd sleep in a ginormous bed with every member of Wukong's family

At one point, Red Son started spending more days of the year being babysat by Wukong than with his parents. He still doesn't know why

Red Son feels extremely lonely whenever he has to sleep alone, which is often, though he never dares to try climbing into his parents' bed with them

Wukong had a workshop where he'd invented all kinds of gadgets

Red Son took an interest in this, and you can figure out where that led him

The gauntlet was Wukong's idea, but no one knows except them, and they'll never tell

Wukong drew the blueprints, and Red Son prayed that his mother wouldn't recognize the handwriting. She didn't notice

The reason Wukong didn't remove the staff himself was because heaven would get mad and threaten to hurt DBK and his family all over again

If anyone laid an ill-meaning hand on his nephew, Wukong would snap their neck in an instant

He apologized for punching Red Son while possessed by LBD. Red Son held him to no blame

The longest that Red Son has ever stayed at Wukong's house is three years straight

Wukong lectured both DBK and PIF about being present in their child's life after this

They were part of Red Son's life after that, at least until DBK's imprisonment

PIF wasn't very active in Red Son's life after that, and Red Son didn't go to Wukong for help for fear of his mother's wrath

Red Son basically spent anywhere between 85-92% of his childhood without his parents being there for him physically and/or emotionally

Meanwhile, Wukong was heartbroken from the deaths of the pilgrims (especially Ao Lie), and since he can't die of heartbreak, he spent ~400ish years in a coma, instead

Red Son knew that Wukong was in a coma, but his parents didn't find out until long after the fact

Wukong is no longer the only emotionally available person in Red Son's life

Red Son has been scared out of his mind for Wukong since the surgery announcement

Wukong had always seemed like an indestructible and untouchable person to Red Son, and seeing him go through so much has been nearly world shattering for him

Wukong tried his best to reassure him that he'll be fine, but he is almost as scared as his nephew

Red Son suggested that Wukong recover from surgery in the Demon Bull Family Palace, and everyone agreed to the idea

Red Son has been putting together a recovery room for Wukong

The walls are covered in flower murals and filled with soft blankets and pillows

The recovery room looks a lot like the nursery that Ao Lie set up for Wukong when they were expecting their first baby

Wukong loves the recovery room. It's his favorite room in the palace now

4

Masterpost

@starrclown @swkbiggestdefender @istopaskingmemate @ainnur @then-be-a-warrior @weaverpop

[itsnobodysproblem]

Most Sherlock Holmes adaptations I've seen tend to place their Final Problem towards the mid point of the series (or even a bit earlier) - it's also in my opinion the best way of going about it, so you have time enough for the characters to adjust after the reunion but they know each other well enough for the events of Fina to be devastating.

Sherlock & Co is done with 20 of the adventures. How many are there? Fifty-something? Almost sixty? Let's say we'll be entering mid-point territory after the 25th story.

So let's pretend for a moment that we have 5 more stories until The Final Problem. Ok.

Estimating an adventure at 3 episodes each, that would mean little over 3 months - maybe 3 and a half? Starting, of course, from the end of Sign of Four, which will be somewhere in December.

So let's say 3, maybe 4 months into 2025. That would be, what? Late march, early april?

Early april?

John having to tell the listeners that Sherlock is dead, in early april?

Quick calendar search reveals what I was praying it would - the 1st of april will be on a Tuesday next year.

So what I'm saying

What I'm saying is Sherlock &Co has the opportunity to do the funniest fucking thing

[kalkydra]

such a nothing of a bitch but i just remembered when i asked the eds subreddit for advice going into my first gyno appointment asking about a hysterectomy and in it i mentioned that one of the reasons i didn't want to birth kids is that i'm severely disabled and wouldn't be able to take care of children how they need and deserve, and that's not even mentioning how pregnancy would wreck my already crippled body and someone like ignored the other reasons i mentioned (like dysphoria and a family history of cervical & uterine cancer and my sister having multiple miscarriages and Not Wanting To Be Pregnant) and was like "you really shouldn't correlate being disabled with being unable to take care of children" and it's like. yes i know that that is like a very serious and personal issue that is especially touchy for people with genetic disorders. however. that is not what i was saying. i was not making any generalizations. i know this because i have ocd and spent three days writing the post trying to make sure it covered all my bases and was as thoughtful and inclusive as i could be. actually i think they said the same thing about me mentioning dysphoria and how i shouldn't imply that trans men can't and don't want to be pregnant. and i was like. 😐 NOT. what i SAID.

[sysig]

You could stay forever, if you wanted (Patreon)

[namazunomegami]

Lord of the Flies, Gluttonous Queen, Prince of Filth, Prince of Decay, Goddess of Ekron, Lord of Slander, Queen of Pestilence and Famine, The Rotting One

I Solomon said unto him: “Beelzeboul what is thy employment?” And (s)he answered me: “I destroy kings. I ally myself with foreign tyrants. And my own demons I set on to men, in order that the latter may believe in them and be lost. And the chosen servants of God, priests, and faithful men, I excite unto desires for wicked sins, and evil heresies, and lawless deeds; and they obey me, and I bear them on to destruction. And I inspire men with envy, and desire for murder, and for wars, and sodomy, and other evil things. And I will destroy the world.” - The Testament of Solomon

[trentcrimminallybeautiful]

you know if we do accept the last epilogue-esque sequence as a sort of dream/wish of ted's and therefore not necessarily canon, very funny if we then simply go "yeah, trent's book is called 'the lasso way' actually. he didn't change that. nope."

[slippery-minghus]

oof

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

i wanted some angst, maybe yang werewolf getting hurt and being taken care of by blake witch.

Internally: aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Externally: I have just the thing! Let's go! But, be warned, it's about to get bloody.

*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*

Cut to Blake's forest cottage where Yang is laying naked on the bay window bench in the living room. Blood is gushing from her belly from a single, smoking bullet wound. The bright full moonlight pouring through the panes of glass is clashing with the warm glow of the flames roaring in the fireplace.

Yang: (grunting and panting in agony as her body starts to shake)

Blake: (hands covered in blood as she digs into the bullet hole with her bare fingers) Yang! Yang, stay with me! Come on, Puppy, you can handle this!

Yang: (coughs into a grunt and blood bubbles up her throat) I-I got this... I-I g-got t-this... I-I c-can hack...i-it...

Blake: It's too deep! I'm sorry about this (grimaces as she opens the hole wider, her free hand glows purple as she holds it over the wound - slowly pulling the silver bullet out of Yang's gut)

Yang: (partially transforms and howls in pain - fangs and jaw elongate and her eyes glow crimson and pupil-less)

Blake: (winces as Yang's claws dig into her arm) It's okay, Yang! I got you! I'm not leaving, and neither are you!

Silver bullet glints against the dark well of blackened blood, causing the smell of burnt flesh to fill the air as smoke billows around them

Blake: (grabs the bullet and throws it across the room)

Yang: (cuts to silence and slumps against the bench - her transformation melts away, leaving her human once more)

Blake: (panting) Yang? (shakes Yang's shoulder) Yang, wake up. (shakes again) Yang, Love, say something.

Yang: (silence)

Blake: No...(shakes Yang harder) No! NoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNo! (scrambles to her book shelf, pulls a spell tome from its place, smearing black blood across the pages as she flips through)

Blake: I am NOT losing you! Do you hear me?! (recites the words on the page and a dark aura swirls around her figure) You can't leave me yet!

Shadows engulf the cottage. The next morning, Yang wakes up on the bench. Her body protests in agony as she sits up and sees Blake slumped over her. Her hands are frail, and her hair and cat ears have faded to dark grey in areas.

Yang: Blake? Blake, what did you do?

Blake: (slowly wakes up and looks away shyly, crows feet wink at the edges of her eyes) I gave some of my life to you... but I can't say I expected this to be the result...

Yang: (pulls Blake into a fierce hug) You're an idiot.

Blake: (melts into the embrace) I'm the idiot who loves you...

Yang: (kisses Blake tenderly) And I'm the brash moron who loves you...

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

Opinions on Dream? :^

SO many feelings about him omgg rant under cut please forgive me

okay so i don't really talk or draw him much cause honestly,,,most of the times i just think he's a bit....boring? or more accurately plain? not in a mean way either but just in a 'fades into the background' type of way like don't get me wrong!! he's a really nice friend to his peers, his feelings about his powers and aura making his relationships harder to navigate and trust along with his whole conflict with nightmare and morality about what's good and bad IS very cool!! and i love it whenever they write him to be complex and not on this black and white mentality or when he's just straight up following along his friends with no free will or with a dubious purpose without ever addressing his issues or feelings! it's just unsatisfying to me :')

or when they're making him the 'naive' and oblivious, (sometimes childish?) character being marked as the obstacle and villain along with the other star sanses from the fic's pov, always talking about doing good things while fighting his brother and not hearing him out about the balance, (and for weak reasons most of the time. like it's been so long and you STILL haven't sat down with him when he's, generally, basically begged you to just have a talk? guys please :'( ) or when they go for the victim sad dream always missing the old nightmare, where corrupted nightmare is the incarnation of evil, with no sympathy or emotion except anger and sadistic glee, killing and hurting everyone and dream's just trying to protect the multiverse and dream's always been in the right. such extremes!!!

LIKE!! i hope i'm not the only one that thinks a 500+ year old should have had enough time to idk. learn things? about people and manipulation and deceit? after knowing what the villagers did to night? about the bad things in the world and how there's a lot of grey areas in life and that he maybe reflected on his past enough to process and ask himself if there should to be a convo to settle his differences with nightmare (and you can make nightmare the stubborn one too! or have them BOTH be petty and imperfect and have some things wrong and some right at the same time like why do i always see the good guy vs bad guy cliché with these two when they're the perfect example of why positivity doesn't have meaning without the negativity!! as long as there's a satisfying evolution or growth that doesn't leave me empty i'm good yknow?)

plus i believe dream really isn't as dumb as people view him. i do get some of you saying he probably can't read or write since that's actually a pretty interesting idea to explore! but in general please let him have emotions other than pure sunshiny happiness or endless sadness like he's gotta have more depth than that! let him make mistakes, have flaws that don't just make him the bad guy that's always in the wrong by default, and be angry or suspicious or jealous or bitter or battling his mental health problems/depression or malicious or smart or witty or mischievous and silly or sarcastic or ANYTHING dude i just want him to be put into different scenarios where he can be serious or lighthearted like it doesn't even have to be long or perfect but make him feel real.

it could definitely be that i don't read or see much art about dream or really look for it hard enough but also i just. i feel bad for even saying this fr and i wanna be honest about why i don't enjoy most stories about him cause he always gets the worst treatment along with ink!!! especially ink omg the poor guy has it the worst i think like wow do they mess him up :'(

always one dimensional in non shippy fics, or too plain or easily replaceable by other, more entertaining people in the significant other's life in most of his ships like man. i have read fics out there that made me genuinely FEEL and root for him and love his character so much it restored all hope for me!!! but i can only name one on top of my head and the others? it's been so long i don't even remember their names i just legit feel terrible cause i love him still and i can't find many headcanons that fit my interpretation of him yknow?

not to say people who write him very happy, mislead or sad are ruining him like that's silly- if i see something i don't like i just. move on bro i wouldn't force people to feel or think the same way i do about him cause anyone can have whatever headcanons they want!!! just talking about what i personally look for in him and why i can't exactly find it since most of the stuff out there just isn't my cup of tea :')

hopefully i didn't set anyone off with this rambling opinionated essay i just pulled hhh xD i know i know he's a popular character and i know a lot of people like dream so *sobs* please please recommend me artists and fics about him that you think is good it's been so looong since i've read or seen anything new that makes me attached to this little guy aughg<33333

[nerdynikki94]

Honestly? Did I want more from DTAMHD? Yes, I did. I wanted something signifying actual progression for Dennis' character (even just a crumb of genuine growth) , and I sincerely don't think we got that. However... we did get a fascinating insight into the process of his mind. Dennis' level of self-denial is so ironic and profound. He can't acknowledge the inevitability that he's middle-aged.

(I swear this episode honestly has given me an alt hc, that the show is based in his mind; because logistically, a man of his lifestyle and malnourishment could not commit the feats he is constantly sailing through. TGGB & DTAMHD... back-to-back? What happened to his hand? Did he even sprain it? Or is he just the most dramatic brat in the gang - clearly the latter.)

It is important to note that he didn’t fix the actual problem. He momentarily masked the symptoms, but ignore long-term help with blood pressure medicine is not going to fix the issue, nor is it going to protect him from fucking keeling over in a stressful situation (when he's not in a contained and quiet Doctor's exam room) and his blood pressure spikes.

I'm honestly a little jaded at this point (16 Fucking Seasons of crumbs, y'all), but if one were to continue 'trusting the structure' this episode conveyed a lot.

The B Plot: The pressure cooker. The metaphor parallels the building pressure Dennis quick-tempered bouts of rage. So, to toss out a little 'cat-in-the-wall' conjecture here: The pressure cooker is Dennis, but we all saw him eat that bloody diamond in the end and we all heard Mac's speech about coal turning into diamonds under massive pressure. Dennis' experience is a theory of pressure, he daydreams it all in the span of a minute or so. He's roleplaying with hypothetical obstacles. There's no risk. Maybe Dennis, isn't the pressure cooker, but the coal.

If I were to try and take anything hopeful out of this episode, it would be the way the narrative is showing us that this episode acknowledged that Dennis isn't ready yet. It's not his turn to break. It's going to take real, substantial pressure to get that diamond.

It was a hell of a misdirect (and honestly a little bit of a slap in the face), but if these characters live in the real world, where people are bound by the laws of mortality, then Dennis should have his time.

Genuinely, who fucking knows?

I'm not hating on the episode. We all know this is the trashy dick joke sitcom. I just thought that if Mac & Charlie could have moments of genuine heartbreak, culminating in deep catharsis, that maybe Dennis could have that too.... but no.

Can't wait to see the sunny dudebros miss the point & proclaim Dennis Reynolds - SA victim, traumatized individual with an emotionally tumultuous personality disorder - the new Andrew Tate.

I'm sorry, but yeah. I'm a little miffed. It was all a dream, and everything goes Dennis' way. Y'all I'm fucking tired. This was a great episode for Glenn, but a fucking frustrating episode for Dennis. I may have wanted a little macden, but all I cared about was seeing Dennis face the limitations of his mortality, to see that he's failing his body and his brain. He didn't have to actually take the medicine (I wouldn't expect him to), but Goddammit, everything seems to work out in his delusional favor. So, of course he's going to continue being delusional, and probably only change for the worse.

I'll say it: I wanted a broken Dennis, and we did not get that. He didn't even crack, the unbearble and apparently now canonical Golden God. That episode's title was intended to tease sunnyblr.

Excuse the plethora of tags. I just kept getting more irritated.

[prudencepaccard]

didn't get cast in ensemble. they did cast a girl at callbacks I literally taught the harmony to though. fucked up

[kyouka-supremacy]

Uhm

[flecks-of-stardust]

people who unironically hate pebbles and are willing to hurt him for the sake of making him suffer will always confuse me

[ishikawayukis]

not carats on weverse posting the "correct" translation where the hell did they even get that lol