#but ive seen some wild theories

[fanaticallyfleeky]

I’ve seen multiple posts about the ibuprofen and Buck’s allergy to naproxen and people thinking they’ve connected the dots, but the thing is

an allergy to naproxen does not inherently mean an allergy or sensitivity to ibuprofen

yes, they’re both NSAIDs but they differ in chemical structures. Allergic reactions to NSAIDs typically occur because of a sensitivity to the drug’s specific structure, so a person may react to one NSAID but tolerate another.

in fact, if someone has a known sensitivity to naproxen, doctors may recommend using a different NSAID like ibuprofen

Tldr: Tommy giving Buck ibuprofen makes perfect sense

[gifti3]

Actually im wondering if the convo between lilia and meleanor went exactly like that since this is just a dream of past events

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Ive seen you reblobing a lot of evolotto (i love that little creature too) by any chance you have some headcanons about the little guy?

Or could you write some hcs about reader having one and showing it to the paldea gang, Carmine and kieran? Reader doesnt even remember when they found it.. one day evolotto just bonked its head on readers legs and hasnt stopped following them since.

((Sorry if im asking for a lot i just like that lil guy a lot and i love your writing))

YES EVOLOTTO MY BELOVED RAAHH

It is very special to me ofc I have some headcanons (both general and with the SV gang)

.......

General

Legend claims that Evolotto was Arceus' first attempt at creating a Pokemon; it was only intended to be a "template" for what the god wanted to bring into the world. But it was kept hidden away until it found its way to Earth all on its own.

Many have theorized that its power is the source of the Evolution phenomenon.

Stories claim that a single touch from this creature can evolve a Pokémon instantly regardless of stats, circumstances, or items. But this has yet to be proven.

Scientists keep trying to catch/observe its traits in the wild, hoping to understand its powers--without any success.

The only thing that has been documented thus far are its attempts to evolve, in which it takes forms resembling the various Pokemon body shapes, although it uses them more for self-defense than battling.

Despite this and its connections to Arceus, it's unclear if it can learn Transform, Judgement, or use any of the plates.

Has a texture akin to soft dough or clay.

Eviolites are said to be ordinary stones that were blessed by Evolotto from the moment it touched the earth.

Like Mew, Arceus Latias, Latios, and Mewtwo, it can understand human language and speak telepathically, but is rather shy about it, preferring to keep to itself.

Hcs with the SV Trio

The odds of you stumbling across Evolotto were one in a million...

And during your exploration of Paldea, you so-happened to be checking out some ruins when the creature lightly nudged against your leg.

While your pokedex provided very little information on it, you find it to be quite cute and so you decide to capture it.

Surprisingly, it rejects the pokeball, but doesn't break it.

You wonder how and why....but after Evolotto just stared at you with its beady red eyes, you stopped questioning it and decided to let it accompany you around Paldea.

It'll assume its more humanoid forms when it attends class with you, even sitting in a chair and listening to the professor like it was a student.

Eventually you tell your friends at the Academy about the new Pokémon you found, convincing it to demonstrate its abilities.

Nemona thinks it looks like some kid's art project in Hassel's class, only to be excited when it starts moving around and shows off some of its alternate forms.

She hoped to battle it, but after seeing it scurry behind you for protection, she feels bad and offers it candy as an apology.

Arven thought it was another food-themed Pokémon like Fidough, but not even you knew what it was supposed to be. No factual records at the academy's library existed on it that any of you could find.

It was all just speculation and theories, the most popular ones being "it was conceived by Arceus to make evolution possible" and "eviolites are ordinary stones blessed by it".

You decided to trust in these claims.

Even Penny was curious about it, although she thought it was...quite strange that nobody's been able to catch one. But it somehow warmed up to you.

Regardless, her Eevee team adored the fella, so it didn't really matter.

HCs with Carmine & Kieran

You brought Evolotto to Kitakami during your trip, simply because the little guy refused to leave your side.

And after getting to know the siblings better and wondering if they knew anything about it, you decided to show them....and both of them act like you just gave them a million dollars.

They've read about this Pokémon before! And it was in your hands!

It was real all along..

After calming down about it, Carmine lowkey gets annoyed that Evolotto doesn't wanna battle and just...sticks to you like glue, letting you carry it around like a puppy.

You keep telling her that it won't go into a pokeball (but she'll still tease you about trying to "show off" even when that's not your intention).

While Kieran finds it cute and defends it from his sister's rude remarks, he does get a bit jealous when you're also getting Ogerpon's attention.

But in the end, when she chose you over him, he vows to gain ownership over Evolotto as a "prize" for beating you in the championship battle when you arrive to BB Academy.

Of course...he doesn't win.

After you two reconcile, he asks if you've learned anything new about the Pokémon, but otherwise has regained enough respect from Evolotto to give it head pats occasionally.

[anime-grimmy]

Soooo, you've probably noticed Ive been replaying HZD recently so my mind's been stuck on the franchise for a while.

I finally took the time to actually try and experience Burning Shores for the first time, this time with an unbiased opinion.

Bcs, ngl, when it came out, I was very negative towards it for a couple of reasons. It already started out with me not being able to freaking play this DLC, even though I was so excited for it, cos while HFW was on PS4, the DLC wasnt. And Im wasnt going to buy a whole ass PS5 just for a DLC.

(I will get it once I buy a PS5 for MH Wilds though).

And then, ofc, the elephant in the room - Seyka, or rather Aloy's relationship with her.

I'll preface this with, though it should be obvious with my content, I do NOT have a problem with Aloy being in a gay relationship.

What rly irked me, and honestly still irks me, is that Aloy finally gets to experience new feelings IN A FUCKING DLC. AN EXTENSION A LOT OF THE PLAYERBASE WONT PLAY.

The second reason I didnt enjoy this decision was bcs it felt so rushed. I mean, we're talking about Aloy here! Miss "I dont have time for feelings bcs I gotta save the world"! Miss "I barely just learnt to let others in"!

From what Ive heard, the DLC is over the course of a few weeks/months, so it's not like they fell in love just like that, but Ive also heard that while playing you do not get a feel for that passage of time. I'll have to experience that for myself though.

Now that Ive had some distance from the franchise though, my feelings have changed a bit

Im not going to lie and say I now loooove this decision. No, I am still miffed such enourmous character developement for Aloy is stuck IN A DLC. Not to mention that it was such a bold move to try this with a new character, cos this relationship being perceived well hinges on the player liking Seykay and that fast. Imo she's a fine character but also nothing special.

Now, I do have to say, I am really happy that Aloy has finally come so far that she allows such intimate feelings to develop, or rather, that the devs let her be this way. I know a lot of us still perceive Aloy as this single minded protag, that wont let anyone in bcs "the mission is too important", so Im glad Guerilla shows us that Aloy has undergone quite the growth.

Im also pleasantly surprised that Guerilla has the guts to include romance for Aloy, bcs they were one leg in the "strong women need no (wo)men" pit, so it's great to see they dont let Aloy fall into that trope.

Now, for the FUN part.

I actually have a conspiracy theory, ie I am gaslighting myself on why such a big thing is stuck in a DLC.

I think Guerilla is testing the waters to see how players react. I am pretty sure they can gather the data on what dialogue options players used, so Im thinking this:

Guerilla is trying to gauge the player reaction on a) Aloy developing feelings, b) players thinking Aloy is ready/willing for a relationship, c) same sex relationships. They tried killing quite a few birds with one stone.

I have seen quite a few teasing, winky face posts and replies from Guerilla staff about romance options in the third installment, so my guess (delusion) is that the relationship is hidden in the DLC so Guerilla can plan on how much and obvious to include several romance options in the last title.

I know this is all just wishful thinking, but even if Seyka is a good character, I hope to fucking god that they dont just take that relationship decision away from us, esp with a character bound to a DLC.

Guerilla gave us such a wonderful cast of characters over the last two games, and if they want to give Aloy an "end game" in the third title, I hope they do let us choose with who. Or at least I hope they dont force a relationship we cant choose onto us.

Cos as much as Aloy is her own person, it is still US that make the decisions in game. Through our individual playstyles , we give Aloy our own interpretation. Now, we cant change her core values, but still, I hope to GAIA that Guerilla will give us enough wiggle room.

(Guerilla, Im begging you, Ive already waited 8 years, please dont let my ship sink)

[anemoiashifts]

november pick an object shifting reading !

ive been pretty much inactive this month. i needed a teeny tiny little break from posting. you can thank stardew valley for what took up most of my time during my absence :,) also hope everyone had a safe halloween !

i thought to kinda shake things up a little bit, the first part is a general reading that doesn’t have to necessarily relate to shifting but can & then also include a little message from someone from your desired reality because people seemed to like that.

!! please do not force messages to resonate. if this reading doesn’t feel like it was meant for you, then it wasn’t meant for you.

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ croissant ! | 🥐

signs : lady bugs, the name “nina”, the lion king, the date “1899”, first week of november, “house song” by searows, “you” by the 1975, “get well soon” by ariana grande.

be compassionate with yourself as you’re going through a period of fear & anxiety. trying to shift during this time may add another layer of pressure onto your daily routine as the outcome may dictate the tone of your day. it’s best to take a step back as there could be some unwanted attention — negative or positive — brought to your life. this idea and internal battle one. one where you have the inability to trust yourself & the inability to look ahead instead if behind. but whatever the reasoning is, there will be a spotlight upon what has been been brewing with in you. in the moment, this may feel like a negative transformation but within time it will turn out to be something that is much needed. to minimize collateral damage, lay low for this period.

the number ten may be significant to someone whom is trying to get through to you in your desired reality. they want to remind you to try to get a grip on your situation. you seem to be someone with people pleaser tendencies & through this time you are coming to the realization of how much people have taken advantage of your kindness. this will be uncomfortable for you but you are allowed to drop any “facades” you may be putting into appease others at anytime.

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ pretzel ! | 🥨

signs : antique perfume bottles, “heads up” pennies, wild horses, virgo placements / traits, “goodbye yellow brick road” by elton john, “movies” by conan grey.

you’re not really trying to shift at the moment. you have seem to taken a step back from shifting attempts, scripting — your routine for shifting. this could stem from the dis-satisfaction that shifting has bought you in the past, or you simply are growing content with where you are right now. chances are it is more so you’ve grown skeptical towards shifting (& shifting content creators) & are beginning to reject any accepted theories & ideas of what shifting is & isnt. because you are away from the shifting community’s throwing terms & ideas at you, you are able to take a step back & breathe & create your own meaning out of what you have seen. you’ve simply grown apart from the practice a little bit & are taking the time to pour your energy into something that’s been needing attention — which is a good thing ! this month is a new beginning for you. a new perspective & appreciation for what you have. it feels like you have finally stepped through the light at the other side of the tunnel. this month will consist of a lot of looking back at where you were in comparison to now & taking the necessary steps to correct this feelings of discomfort, dis-satisfaction & self loathing.

someone from your desired reality wants you to share the knowledge you have obtained with others through your hardships. write it down, pick up journaling, make a tiktok video about it. open your heart & learn to fall in love with the journey more then the end result. even if your effort doesn’t get you where you want, don’t negate the the end result because is isn’t what you hoped it would be. be warned that the tendency to believing you think in the “correct” way could eventually hurt you. put your ego aside & be open to ideas that you previously discarded. never burn bridges entirely.

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ cake ! | 🎂

signs: thin gold jewelry, schools of fish / aquariums, ice skates, sea shells, red candles, “a world alone” by lorde, “robin” by taylor swift.

you’ve been feeling nostalgic recently. maybe it’s missing listening to a a song you used to love for the first time, or rediscovering your childhood toys in the attic. nostalgia could be a key reason in you wanting to shift in the first place. your desired reality probably does have elements of you wanting to shift to better your past or rewrite how things have played out. chances are you want to shift to a place you used to daydream about as a child. while you have an idea of where you want to shift, you aren’t quiet there yet. there’s a sense of incompletion — of what you believe to be incompletion. this could be not finding a method you like or a dozen incomplete scripts. you could even feel as if your childhood was incomplete due to circumstances out of your control ? there is no rush to get to the finish line or rush something for the sake of doing it.

you may be losing this month or have just lost something. this may be a literal loss of something it growing apart from a friend, things will be changing for you. in regards to shifting, you may feel that you have lost time due to trying to not trying enough. you’re terrified of changing because you’ve grown comfortable with the routine, even if you know it’s a destructive cycle. this person wants to remind you that the best thing you can do is sit with your emotions but not fester in them. a key part of this time is inner healing: doing shadow work, journaling, baths, quiet time. you may have also been doing a ton of reflection & that has quickly morphed into a cycle of constant overthinking. for your sake, learn to recognize thought patterns & try to stay away from triggers. falling back into doing things you used to enjoy doing as a child may benefit you.

thank you for reading ! hope something resonated <3 !

[newrhys]

im insane and a nigel defender for life so heres my theory/take on like minds

i truely think that its likely Alex was the manipulator and nigel was the victim (to a degree).

this is kinda all over the place and just my thoughts so take everything with a grain of salt im just bored

we all agree that Alex is an unreliable narrator, and when it comes to the interrogation, it would but likely that Alex changed the story for a “solid” alibi to seem at least not guilty, which is very common behavior for people, especially younger people who have committed a crime to do.

most of my reasoning for this comes from the fact that he makes sure to include the detail that *somehow* nigel got into his room in the middle of night (assumably) and put a bloody knife and playing card on his desk.

it could be very likely that he had this whole alibi, that he "missed" his date with susan was entirely made up, that he made it seem like nigel was the one who planted the knife for "for fingerprint insurance” making nigel seem like this criminal mastermind to a degree.

that and also the hand that nigel “gifted him” could have also been a cover up for (maybe) that alex could have very likely been the reason why his friend let go of the train, by messing with his hand. idk on this one tho for sure honestly, though i feel like nigel care a lot about anatomy and dissection that it would be out of character for him to sever a hand.

AND that when alex was asked “how he was sure it was his friends” he said that it wouldnt make sense otherwise (or something along those lines) which honestly is kinda strange bc i would rather rationalize that its not my dead friends hand and just some fucked up prank but maybe thats just me.

you can look into real interrogations and its not unusual for people to make up these crazy complex and wild stories to victimize themselves to seem innocent, even when the story is strange or off putting or has holes.

especially because this is a time when the attention is all on them and what better way to ganer sympathy and attention that alex could have possibly lacked in his childhood then now in the interrogation. with someone who alex could have possibly seen as some sort of mother figure, because she listened to him, and embraced him when alex talked about nigel.

“well susans body was “disected” it had to be nigel” it could have also been alex copying in the way of something that nigel would have done to again, make the evidence point at nigel.

now, this theory is a bit spotty and honestly its not great I KNOW its just my thoughts ive had that ive wanted to share, because honestly i dont have a great reason for why nigel would have invited alex over to his house if not for nigel being a little shit, but who knows, that could have also been made up, and alex really was planning on killing nigel, and just happened to show up at that time

but that being said, im also not saying nigel has never killed anyone, i am just saying alex’s series of events is a bit weird, i do think nigel has some issues, but those probably due to the obvious abuse he as suffered as a kid, and his weird interest could be a symptom of that and his curious for dead things, i wouldnt be surprised if he had witnessed death early as a child seems how it was mentioned in the show that it can result in mental illness.

which kinda leads me to my next point, at the end, when alex totally doesnt kill nigel, and nigel kills himself, alex has a sort of smile at the end, that either he was happy nigel died or that he, really *did* kill nigel and he “enjoyed” it.

to add onto this, alex never really cried when he talked about his friends dying, he cried when he talked about how it made *him* feel and how when nigel had wanted him to get “freaky” per say with susan, he was crying in the interigation because it upset *him* and it was something bad that happened to *him*. im not a professional at all and i only know a little bit about mental illnesses but in certain personaility disorders,, its not uncommon for people to have intense feelings when it comes to something that effects themselves, and apathy towards other people.

and at the very end of the show, it shows that alex clearly has a pattern of this behavior, of manipulating people in certain ways. that its not something unusual for him to do, when he asks the teacher if it’s possible to get into someones head, its likely because hes the one who, atleast thinks, he has control of nigel.

anyways thats kinda just my collection of thoughts ive had about this movie for a long time so i thought id throw them out here, do with this as you wish. dont be too mean tho i am dyslexic and not the smartest lmfao. i just like yapping. obviously i dont know everything and i likely got information wrong which like whatever.

anyways im sick and bored and wanted to yap so maybe someone actually read this

[rollingsins]

all hers, part xii

part i | part ii | part iii | part iv | part v | part vi | part vii | part viii | part ix | part x | part xi | part xii | part xiii | part xiv | part xv | part xvi | part xvii | part xviii | part xix | part xx | part xxi | part xxii | part xxiii | part xxiv | part xxv | part xxvi | epilogue

summary: Tara's out. Reader gets an unwanted and unexpected visitor.

warnings: (+18), Tara is Ghostface, mention of murder.

word count: 3.8k

a/n: :0 who could it be??? thanks as always for all the love, let me know your theories (and what you want to see next)!!

Since that unfortunate incident in the living room, you and Tara have been hiding out in her bedroom. 

Well you’re hiding out, unable to get past the mortification.  The look on Sam’s face as she’d seen the two of you. The hushed lecture she’d given you both the morning after. Tara, as usual, doesn’t think she’s done anything wrong, but she goes where you go, and tonight, that’s curled up under her covers watching an episode of Ancient Aliens. 

You’re perfectly content, wrapped up in Tara’s arms, until you hear a long rapt on the door. It’s Sam, presumably. She’s taken to knocking profusely before entering any room.

Tara’s bedroom especially. 

“What?” Tara calls out. Sam’s voice sounds through the wood of the door, a little muffled. 

“Is everybody decent?” 

“No.” Tara says, deadpanned, “We’re having wild, passionate sex, don’t come in.”

Sam pauses. 

You whack her, lightly. 

“You’re fine Sam, we’re fully clothed.” You call out. 

Tara shoots you a look but you ignore her, watch as Sam hesitantly steps into the room. 

“Richie got Clue from the house. Do you guys want to join us for a game?”

“No.” 

“Yes.” 

You and Tara both say at the same time. It earns her another smack. 

“We’ll be down in five,” You tell her, voice syrupy sweet. You’ve been doing that lately, being extra nice to Sam. Trying to make up for your girlfriend’s utter lack of respect. 

Sam nods, closes the door behind her.

“What did you do that for?” Tara groans, “Now we’ll be stuck with them all night.” 

“You need to start being nicer to your sister.” You tell her, stand and tug at her hand, “She’s making a real effort. And we still have some groveling to do.”

“You can grovel all you like, unless you can erase memories I think that one will stick with her for a while.” She grins like she’s proud of herself. 

You smack her again. 

“And whose fault is that?”

“Ow.” She rubs her forearm, eyes wide with outrage, “Stop hitting me.” 

“Stop being an idiot and I’ll stop hitting you.” You tell her, hold out your hand. She takes it with great reluctance, scoots herself off the bed, “Now what are we going to go downstairs and do?” 

“Be nice to Sam,” Tara grumbles.  

“And Richie.” You remind her. She goes quiet. 

“Tara. He’s fine.” 

“He’s creepy,” Tara complains, “I just get a bad vibe from him. And Sam can do so much better-” 

“Drop it.” You chide. You reach for her hand, interlock your fingers, “You’re going to be nice to Sam and you’re going to be nice to Richie. All night. Please?” 

She really looks like she wants to argue. Instead, she pulls you into her, presses a long kiss to your cheek. 

“Fine. But only for you.” 

-

“It’s Colonel Mustard. In the study. With the knife.” 

Richie’s eyes glint. Tara huffs beside you as Sam reaches for the small yellow packet in the middle of the table. 

“Sam, don’t. It’s been two rounds, he can’t possibly have gotten it already.” 

Sam slaps down the cards. It is Colonel Mustard. In the study. With the knife. Tara blinks. 

“You cheated.” She says, immediately. 

Richie laughs, “No. I’m just good at this kind of thing.” 

“He is.” Sam assures, pulling everyone’s cards to the center of the table, “It’s annoying.” 

You rub the back of Tara’s neck. You can tell she’s getting upset. She doesn’t like to lose and this is the third game in a row Richie’s won. You’re starting to think this was a bad idea. 

“He’s looking at the cards,” Tara insists, snatching the packet off Sam, “Here, let me deal.” 

But Richie wins again, even after Tara makes a big show of dealing the hand quite literally under the table. Tara’s shoulders tighten. The first sign of her mood. She goes quiet as she plays, all focus and determination, snapping replies when she’s asked questions. Pushing your hand on her thigh away. 

By the end of the fourth game, you’re the one snatching the cards from the table. 

“Maybe we should play something else,” You suggest quickly, your hand around Tara’s waist maybe the only thing stopping her from launching across the table to slap the shit-eating grin off Richie’s face, “Uno?” 

You can’t stand Uno, you suck at it. But Tara’s good at it and she almost never loses. A quick win is exactly what she needs. You hold back your cards on purpose, determined to give her the game. Direct all your bad cards at Richie and Sam. 

But despite your best efforts, Richie wins that too. 

By the time game night is over, Richie’s standing a little taller and you’re left to pick up the pieces of Tara’s foul mood. You lead her back upstairs, direct an unsaid apology towards Sam with your eyes. 

Tara’s so annoyed she barely notices when you strip naked in front of her and slip into bed. 

“God, he sucks,” She vents, so irate you can almost see the steam coming out of her ears, “He cheats at Clue and if that isn’t sad enough he cheats at Uno too. What is he trying to prove?” 

She’s a terrible loser, always has been. If someone except her wins, she’s certain they’ve cheated. Somehow you even find that endearing about her. You reach for her and rub her back, soothingly. 

“Babe, I don’t think he was cheating,” You say, nestling yourself into her side, “He’s just good at games. He’s a nerd. He probably spends all his free time practicing them. I mean, all he ever does is play that stupid shooting game.”

Tara chews at her bottom lip. 

“He probably spends all night practising because his girlfriend never wants to fuck him.” Tara says, her eyes sparking a little. Next to fucking you, ragging on Richie was her absolue favorite thing to do. 

You indulge her, try to prompt her out of her grump. 

“Exactly. And you don’t have that problem.” You say, pressing your lips against her ear, “Because your girlfriend always wants to fuck you.” 

That does it. You feel her soften immediately, her hands around your waist tightening. She’s suddenly realized you’re naked against her. She runs her hands down your bare thighs, her mood gone with a single sentence. 

“Hmm,” She says, her voice dropping a few octaves, “That’s true. I’d beat him every time if I didn’t have such a sexy, naked girl in my bed 24/7.” 

“Definitely.” You assure, “So who’s the real winner?” 

‘Me.” Tara grins as she flips you onto her back, “Definitely me.”

-

In the end, the real winner is you. 

You get three orgasms as a reward for your peace-keeping efforts. By the time you’re done, a sweaty mess of entwined limbs, you’re satisfied but dehydrated. Tara mews as you get up, trying to tug you back into her. 

“I’m just going to get some water,” You assure, reaching for her discarded t-shirt and pulling it over your head, “Do you want some?”

She nods, a little sleepily, rests her head back down onto the pillow as you leave. 

The house is dark, you pad quietly through it, not wanting to wake Sam and Richie. 

But when you reach the kitchen, Richie’s already there in only his boxers, a glass of milk in hand. He raises it to you in acknowledgement.  

“Hey,” He says, “You thirsty too, huh?” 

“Just getting some water.” You say as you reach into the shelf and grab yourself a glass. 

“Tara still pissed she lost?” He asks, leaning against the countertop, “That girl sure knows how to throw a tantrum.” 

He grins a little, like he’s sure you’ll agree with him. Bitches, am I right? His smile screams. As if he’s forgotten he’s talking to her girlfriend. 

“She’s just competitive,” You say, a little defensively. You fill yourself a glass, grab another for Tara. 

“Hmm.” Richie says, “I’m sure she’s fine now. After you got done with her.” 

His eyes flicker down to your bare legs. You cross your arms a little self conscious. 

“You guys have a lot of sex, you know.” Richie continues. He takes a long sip of his drink, “We can hear you through the walls. It’s driving Sam crazy.” 

Your neck prickles uncomfortably. The thought of Sam hearing you have sex was mortifying but knowing Richie could hear too was somehow even worse. 

“Sorry.” You say. You pull her shirt down your legs a little, subconsciously trying to cover yourself, “We’ll be quieter.” 

“It’s fine.” He says, “I don’t mind.”

He blinks as if he’s just realized what he said, “Sorry, I didn’t mean that in a weird way. I just meant- you know what, never mind. I’m going to stop talking.” 

He hovers, a little awkward. You blink back at him, unsure what to say. 

“Enjoy your water. And your- sex, I guess.” 

And then he leaves you standing in the kitchen alone, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. 

When you make your way back up to Tara’s she’s still laying in bed, her eyes drooping. 

She accepts her water, and doesn't seem to notice your mood. 

You’re glad, you don’t want to tell Tara about your conversation with Richie in the kitchen. 

You feel weird, uncomfortable. You tell yourself to let it go. After all, he hadn’t even anything that offensive, outside of being slightly creepy. There really wasn’t anything to tell Tara. And she’d go ballistic. Probably go in all guns blazing and drag Richie out of bed by his hair. 

The last thing you need is her to be angry again. 

You curl back into bed against her, still wearing her shirt. 

“Take this off.” She murmurs into your chest, trying to tug her shirt off you. You resist. 

“You know we can’t sleep naked.” You say. Sleeping naked with Tara almost always ended up the same way; her waking you up at some ungodly hour to fuck you into the mattress because she’d gotten so turned on by the press of your skin against hers in the middle of the night, “We have to be at school for eight.” 

She pouts. You press a kiss to her lips. 

“Tomorrow.” You promise, “When it’s Friday and I don’t have to be up early.” 

“I’m holding you to that.” She says, quite seriously and lets you pull her pajamas back on. 

-

It’s Saturday night. 

Usually, you’d be out with Tara’s friends but the mood has dampened a little since Wes’ disappearance. The friendship circle dwindling a little, only five of you left, with Wes and Amber’s untimely departures. 

Instead, you’re starting dinner prep while Tara and Sam do the grocery shop. Tara had insisted on going with her, complaining Sam’s grocery options were far too organic for her taste. Richie’s out somewhere with his college buddies, so for once you have the house to yourself. 

Maybe when Tara got back the two of you could watch a film, since Richie had temporarily vacated the living room. Or maybe you’d rope her and Sam into another game of Clue, fix Tara’s bruised ego by letting her win. 

For now, you put on some music, put your hair up. 

Chop potatoes while grooving out to Fleetwood Mac, not a care in the world. 

In fact you’re so into the music, you don’t even hear the press of the kitchen door opening. The heavy click of boots against the tile. The gentle scrapping of a knife against the wood of the counter. 

And when you turn around, lyrics to Dreams still on your lips, your heart almost jumps out of your throat.  

It’s Tara, wearing the Ghostface outfit. Black robes and all, mask down, silver dagger in hand. 

Your reaction is instantaneous; the knife you’re holding clatters to the counter. Your entire body fizzles: a mesh of confusion and rage and horror at the sight in front of you. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” You hiss, “Where are you going?” 

Tara tilts her head. Her fingers press tighter around the knife in her hand. She doesn’t bother to answer. It makes you angrier. Your stomach writhes sick with fury. She’d told you she wasn’t going to do this anymore. She’d swore black and blue. Hurt, anger, betrayal well up, set deep within your bones. 

“You promised me you’d stop with this. Take that off right now.” 

But she doesn’t move. Not an inch. You reach out for her, grab at the mask, determined to tear it off and tell her how disappointed you are to her face. But she jerks away from you out of your reach. You stare, irritation swelling. 

“Where’s Sam? Tara, if she comes home and sees you like this-” 

You don’t see it coming. One minute she’s standing completely still. The next, her arms are jerking out wide, grabbing at you hard. She yanks you to her, hands are gripping your forearms so hard you think it might bruise. 

“What the fuck? Get off me!” You cry out as you struggle against her. 

Something’s wrong. Something other than Tara standing in front of you in her Ghostface costume. Her grip is hard, unforgiving. Her hands are too big, her weight against you feels strange. Foreign. 

Your struggle against her is futile. She’s much stronger than you. She drags you backwards across the kitchen and slams you down onto the floor like you’re a ragdoll. Then she’s climbing on top of you, too heavy, hands wrapping tight around your throat. 

She chokes you hard. It’s not an unfamiliar position. But this is different. She’s choking you like she wants to hurt you. You writhe in a panic as her fingers squeeze down tight around your throat. You try to cry out but she’s pressing down too hard on your vocal chords. Your vision blurs. Your head light. 

In a final, desperate move, you manage to kick up between her legs at just the right angle. Her grip loosens, only slightly but it’s enough. 

You scramble out from under her. Immediately grab at your fallen potato chopping knife.  

When you whirl around, knife pointed out at her, she’s pulling herself back to her feet, Ghostface mask tilted menacingly. 

“Who the fuck are you?” You hiss, hands shaking. 

This isn’t your girlfriend, you don’t know why you didn’t see it before. This person is taller, bigger, and they want to hurt you. As they stand, you see the glint of the knife in their hands. 

“Someone who thinks you should pay.” They’re using the Ghostface voice changer. You haven’t heard it since that night at Chase’s house. The night you’d discovered who Tara truly was. It sends shivers down your spine. Your lip quivers. 

“Someone who thinks you should both pay.” Ghostface edges a little closer, knife tilted out towards you. Your eyes flicker down to it. It gleams under the cool lights of the kitchen, “And when I’m done carving you up, I’m going to drag your pretty girlfriend in here too. Just long enough so she can see what I’ve done to you. Then I’ll mutilate her over your corpse.” 

“You stay the fuck away from her.” You growl, edge forward and launch a strike. Ghostface ducks past it like it’s nothing. You topple back, grip the counter so hard it might just crack under the pressure. Ghostface is close now, close enough that if you just reached forward and grabbed the mask…

Ghostface ducks as you try it. Launches a hard strike at you. You spin out of the way just in time, their dagger hitting the side of the counter. It clatters to the ground and you take the moment to run. 

You’re sprinting, far out of the kitchen and down the hall, heartbeat in your ears. You rush for the front door. If you can just make it out of the house, run out onto the street, you’ll be able to find help. A neighbor, a car, anything. 

You hear footsteps, loud and heavy behind you. 

Panic floods through your veins, tears streaking hot down your face. Your hands are shaking as you pry open the lock. Their close now, close enough to grab you. Just as a pair of gloved hands reach out to pull you back, the click of the lock sounds. 

You don’t wait a moment longer. Pry open the door as fast as you can and sprint forward. 

Immediately, you hit a solid body.

You hit the ground hard, a mess of tears, tangled limbs and loose grocery items. You gasp as a rogue glass of pasta sauce shatters around you, a carton of milk seeping cool under your fingertips. 

It’s Sam, looking confused and a little dazed. The weight of you has sent her toppling back onto the porch. You wildly flurry to untangle yourself from her, scramble up desperately looking behind you for the foreboding figure that had just chased you down the hallway. 

“My groceries.” Sam gasps, from the ground, “YN, what the hell?” 

But you’re not looking at her. You stare back into the house. The hallway is empty, eerie, lights flickering. Ghostface is long gone. 

You hear the thud of the car door closing, and then a voice that makes you want to crumble to the ground. 

“Sam?” Tara calls out from behind the car. No doubt she’s heard the panic, tries to round the corner to see what’s going on. She’s carrying two brown bags worth of groceries, a particularly long celery stick blocking her vision. She brushes it out of the way, eyes lock to Sam on the ground and you, standing limp-handed, tears and mascara streaked down your face. 

“Baby? What’s wrong?”

You run towards her, all but throw yourself into her arms. She lets go of the groceries instantly. They fall to the ground with a crash as she wraps her arms tight around you. You sniffle into her neck, breathing wild, heartbeat erratic. You try to speak but it comes out in a quiet, muffled blubber, tears spilling hot from your eyes and into her neck. She’s pulling you away only slightly so she can cup your cheeks, eyes panicked as she sees the look in your eyes. 

“Babe, what happened?” 

“He’s inside,” Your voice shakes. It’s thick, “Ghostface. He’s here.” 

She blinks back at you. You’re so close to her you can almost hear the thud of her heartbeat as it speeds up. 

“What?” She says, “That’s impossible.” 

“He’s here.” You say, desperately, “Call the police, now.” 

“Who’s here?” Sam asks. She’s long abandoned her groceries, looks over at you with concern. 

“Ghostface.” You say, “He attacked me in the house. Just now. He’s probably still inside.” 

Sam’s face drops. Tara’s hands tighten around your waist. 

“Wait here.” Tara murmurs, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head. 

“No.” You and Sam both shout at once. You grip her hard. Keep her locked into you. 

“You’re not going in there. No way.” You say. The shake in your voice gone, replaced with sheer determination. Over your dead body was she going into that house alone. 

“Baby, let go. You know I can handle myself.” 

Sam reaches for her phone. 

“Get back in the car. Lock the doors.” She orders, taking charge, “YN, don’t let go of her. I’m calling the police.” 

“He’ll be gone by then,” Tara says, aggravated but you don’t loosen your grip. Cling to her like a baby koala would its mother. 

“Let’s get in the car, please Tara.” You all but beg. She looks down at you, conflict in her eyes. 

“Please.” 

She relents. You feel the tension in her body loosen only a little, before she’s leading you back into Sam’s car, and helping you into the back seat. You all but crawl into her lap, watch as Sam paces back and forth across the front lawn, talking animatedly to the 911 operator. 

“Are you okay?” Tara’s asking, her hands over your body. She’s wildly checking for marks, cuts. “Did he hurt you?” 

You shake your head. 

Tara presses a long kiss to the side of your head. 

“Did you see his face?” Tara asks. She looks so anxious you want to weep. 

You shake your head once more. 

“Did you get close? Did you hear his voice?” 

“Voice-changer,” You all but mumble. 

She bites at her bottom lip. She looks back into the house, eyes it like she’s about to make a break for it. You curl your fingers tight around her waist, keeping her in place. Press your cheek to her chest. Her heart is beating faster than yours, drumming loudly against your ear.

Her fingers thread through your hair, heartbeat still racing. 

“Shoes?” 

“Boots. They were black.” 

“What did he smell like?”

You retract from her just long enough to stare up at her. She’s looking back, completely serious. 

“I didn’t smell him, Tara, I was busy trying not to get stabbed-”

Your lip trembles. A fresh wave of tears spill hot from your eyes. 

“Alright. Alright, I’m sorry, baby. Of course you didn’t smell him.” She takes you back into her arms, hushes your cries with a kiss, “There’s got to be something. He grabbed you, right? What did he feel like? Was he skinny? Beefy?”

“He was…” You trail off trying to remember. You look down at your forearms, remember the way he’d gripped you, “He was strong. Solid.” 

“So he was a he, then?” Tara tries to confirm. Her eyes flit between yours, searchingly. 

“I don’t… maybe. Not necessarily.” You say, suddenly hyper-aware of how unhelpful you’re being. You pause a moment, remembering something. 

“He knew though.”

Tara looks at you, long and hard. 

“He knew what?” 

“What we-” You take a breath, hot flashes of memories painting thick behind your eyes. The knife in your hand. Wes’ body on the floor. 

“About you-know-what.” 

Sam’s close, you don’t want to say it aloud. Tara’s expression is even, unreadable. Her heartbeat hammers even louder. 

“That’s not possible.” 

“He said that we need to pay.” You insist, “There’s nothing else he could have meant.” 

Tara goes quiet, her fingers in your hair tightened. Then she’s pulling you back into her chest, pressing another long kiss against the top of your head. 

“I shouldn’t have left you alone,” She says, voice agonized, “Why did I leave you alone?”

“Nevermind about that,” You say. You close your eyes, breathe her in. It calms you, if only for a moment, “What are we going to do?” 

She blinks back at you. She’s afraid, uncertain, you can see it in her eyes. She doesn’t have an answer for you, she doesn’t know what to do. 

She’s used to being the hunter, not the hunted. 

And the thought of Tara being Ghostface’s prey is what scares you the most.

Next part

[slowd1ving]

[✦IV. WEEP FOR HIM, I BID OF THEE] SNIPPET • . DR RATIO

argh

LAMENT OF OUROBOROS MASTERLIST

HONKAI STAR RAIL MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST ・゜・NAVIGATION

“Are you a spellsword?” 

The question was both unprompted and unprecedented. Aventurine peered his gem-like eyes up at you, while you paused in your deft chopping of fragrant onions. You could only stare back. Really, you hadn’t expected him to stay longer than three days at most, but apparently your interpretation of him being a flighty individual was ill-conceived. 

This was his second week staying with you, and between his slowly accumulating jabber was the transfer of drachma and minae on a startling level. If you thought Dan Heng had been rich, this guy was on a completely different level—gifting you so much gold that you avoided any semblance of the shade in your clothes for the past few days. 

Wearily, you thumbed the jade bead that felt slightly heavier despite the enchantment on it that prevented it from ever growing so. Or maybe it was your body, bone-tired from your self-dubbed ‘apprentice’; you still didn’t know why you dumbly accepted, though the wild look in his sclera that gave him the appearance of chased prey might’ve contributed partly. Although, you didn’t particularly understand what knowledge you were meant to pass on. 

“They’re mages who are proficient in physical weaponry,” he clarified when you kept mum—a habit of yours that hadn’t changed even after your death. A prickle of hot oil stung your hands as you swept the root vegetable into a gleaming copper pot. “I thought you might be one. If you could take out a beast that had killed over a dozen of the knight company I’d been travelling with, then you must be a spellsword of the highest calibre.”

A beat passed, in which you considered the weight of a false identity to further mask your own as an alchemist. 

“Foremost, I am a sculptor,” you murmured, feeling the drag of the kitchen chair as he padded over to you—an act graceful despite his slouching, which further reinforced your theory of him being an important figure in a far off land. It only puzzled you, to be frank. 

Why?

The answer eluded you as you supped with him, as you swilled the wine you’d managed to ferment, as you sunk below the fragrant bubbles in the large porcelain tub upstairs. You didn’t probe into his origins, thus the question of your class was the limit he could ask you, too. In fact, he didn’t even mention learning the ability you’d showcased at the river—rather, he was content in merely basking in the warmth with you and working over the clay you’d salvaged. In fact, sculpting was the only profession he seemingly wanted to learn from you as your apprentice: not the strange magic you possessed, nor the knowledge of chemistry packed tightly into your brain. 

“What are you thinking about?”

It became a routine, of sorts. Like some… colourful… lucky… bird, he brought back shiny things he’d ‘chanced’ upon in the forest. A pail of the smoothest clay you’d ever seen. A slab of the most luminescent rock you’d ever had the pleasure of carving. An opalescent bauble, delicately strung upon a thin chain—something you severely doubted that he simply stumbled upon. 

You eyed the man who stood by your stool while you worked the clay absentmindedly with your hands. The breeze today was especially pleasant, enough that your mood was light enough to actually reply with far less hesitation than normal. 

“Your abnormal luck,” you answered bluntly, gesturing to the large barrel of the soft medium that stood proud in the corner. 

“Really?” His voice was low as he leaned down, melodious even as he enunciated the harsher cadence of the common tongue. He was close, too close, enough that you could smell the faint aroma of floral tea on his breath and the expensive scent that lingered at the base of his throat, bound by the transient form of perfumed oil. Your oud, in particular—the one he was adamant on using despite the wide collection you’d purchased with a mere fraction of the drachmae that you now possessed. 

You couldn’t move back. If you did, it would be losing a gambit that you didn’t know existed in the first place. Some form of psychological attack, in such an amorphous shape that you could neither identify nor classify it. 

“Yes,” you murmured, eyes searching his. Your lump of clay congealed on your hands, misshapen and somewhat forgotten as you mindlessly worked into its soft material. 

“Was blessed by the almighty Gai’Athra Triclops at birth with it,” he offered, though that was no more answer to your question than a goose was a swan. You nodded like you knew what that meant, like the very words weren’t slipping away even as he spoke them. “My turn. Where did you learn the tongue of Avdĭn?” Honey-tongue. 

[The tongue of honey: a last relic to a land forgotten and swept away by time and sand. Barely any survivors made it out of the extinction of the Sigonian wastelands, and the language remains as mere fragmented shards amongst those who crawled to safety. Though nearing total deterioration, the tongue still serves as a bastion that those of the Avgin will one day regain what they lost.]

A question for a question, though you could feel the pressing weight behind his in a way that was never present in yours. Mechanically, your fingers pressed indentations in the cylinder to make room for eyes—feeling the cheekbones slowly melt into shape, and the strong nose taper beneath your hands. 

“I’m sorry,” you murmured. “I woke up two months ago with no memories of this world, and nothing but my name, occupation and New Metis remained in my head.”

“I see.”

The two syllables were embittered. He pulled away, focusing on his task once more with none of the cheer he possessed mere moments ago.

In hindsight, this brief moment could’ve been considered a turning point in your short new life. However, you didn’t and couldn’t know that; rather, your attention was honed on the face taking shape in your palms. 

How strange. Furrowing your brow, you cast your gaze to your other attempts you made while growing distracted; all shared a startling similarity that could no longer be ascribed to mere coincidence. A high, arrogant brow cast a thoughtful shadow over erudite eyes, while the rough mouth shaped by the flat end of your wooden carving tool held a displeased sort of heaviness that reminded you of your peers that went into teaching. Even the wavy hair you thought you only briefly shaped held the same uniform sort of curl in the front and back, framing the sides of his face until he bore an uncanny resemblance to his predecessors. Nonetheless, they possessed a nostalgic, dreamlike quality you couldn’t bring to destroy. 

Frowning, you set the new face to slumber alongside the rest.

. 　⁺ ✦

The frequency of Aventurine’s forays had begun to augment themselves. He was no less cordial and cheerful than—and no matter how hard you tried, there wasn’t any anger nor coldness that you could detect. Neither did he cease bringing you back something each time, though this time you could feel the desperation to cling to normalcy with him. 

His departures felt like thought itself, wrapped neatly in a contemplative air that prompted you to press your lips together and look away. 

In the end, you’d gotten used to his presence despite your reticent nature. That was your fault in the first place. 

[Princo Kakavasha, of the Avgin bloodline. The only prince that survived the Katica-Avgin Extinction, the one who desperately searches for  ◼◼◼◼◼.]

A prince. Charcoal stained your fingers as you absentmindedly sketched designs for new sculptures. It made sense why a prince on the run needed a place to stay, especially with someone strong enough to save his life. It made sense, but it embittered you to the same depth as he. 

Staring down at the large sketchpad, you frowned once more as that familiar face took root. Though this time, the soft waves of hair were shaded a sooty black, while a finger-smudged crown of laurels sat neatly in his hair. A dull ache resonated through your mind as you tried to remember where exactly you’d seen those accusatory eyes. 

Who is that?

Who are you?

[yuri-cocaine]

trucking along on msq

-bakool ja ja i owe you an apology. i wasn't familiar with your game.

-i ran into some fuckass weirdo who held up the whole run of skydeep cenote to complain about how much they hate msq. holy shit ive never seen anyone do this even for arr and sb. i tried vote kicking but it didnt work :/ block v'runja raqu on balmung to save yourself a big headache

-every zone is gorjus but my fav zone so far is urqopacha, fav zone music is kozama'uka, and fav towns are in yak tel. theres something really cozy about hroth town and mamook is a beautiful stonework city in a blue magical forest. mamook reminds me of lost city of amdapor but Blue. ive headcanoned yuma's hometown of camoa village to be something similar so maybe i can gpose in mamook instead of queueing into amdapor

-zoraal ja is my failhusband. all he does is scowl and want everyone to die in a big war. talking to everyone in the landsguard hq is kinda funny bc they're all like uhhhhh when's commander zoraal ja coming back. is he even coming back or...???

-awwww im glad wuk lamat made koana co-dawnservant ;w; now they can build infrastructure

-gulool ja ja's "oh right" when he tried looked at his brother's head and stopped casting his big fireball is rly sad now bc his brother isn't asleep, he's dead :( imagine living with your brother's dead head grafted onto your body for three years. what if it....starts to smell bad......

-as much as i like wuk lamat, i really didnt enjoy the feats so im really excited to travel xak tural with erenville. shaaloani's desert landscape is also gorjus with the graphics update bc before all that sand would just be a badly textured lump (sagolii desert...)

-the fact that ppl in shaaloani have american accents is taking me out LMFAO

-my theory for why erenville has such a strong icelandic accent is bc in addition to taking an eastern viera name, he also copied the eastern viera accent. as for why vieras living in othard have icelandic accents, uh...other than it being a carry over from ff12, maybe viera language is just. icelandic. but in dalmasca.

-ive always thought sharlayan is the scandinavia of etheirys but they're also greek-ish so who even knows at this point.

-in elpis, there's a sidequest where an ancient has a yellowish cactuar called notos 626 and he couldn't think of a suitable name for it. in urqopacha, the same kind of cactuar is all over the place and they're called notocactuar!!! so in the end, i guess he never named it :0

-why are the nopalitenders so fucked up.......estinien likes eating them tho

-i bet my cowboy boots that the sheriff in town is corrupt and it's up to a rootin' tootin' by god be shootin' young upstart to challenge him and restore peace to the wild west

-and by that, i mean the wol. wol will restore peace. i love that erenville just does not fight at all, so when those mad max from shein lookin ass bandits threatened to hang erenville up by the ears i got so protective of him LMFAO eat the full force of my level 100 burst bitch

-im not fucking bakool ja ja

[thoughts-and-gayers]

here's how the freaky mortys theory can still win. (aka, what i'm calling the friendly mortys theory.)

(carrying over a lot of connections made by @trucknoisettes and @glitteringcrab)

so, its no secret that evil morty tends to play up his 'mortyness' when he needs to appear innocent. most recently seen in unmortricken, where he pretends to be morty prime and the first words out of his mouth are "aw jeez".

its also no secret that morty's been ping-ponging a bit between s1/2 personality and s5/6 personality.

i posit that the moments where he's seen acting more like the cliche morty is the moments where its actually evil morty overcompensating, and the moments where he actually acts like morty prime are, yknow, morty prime.

this would, of course, require that they be swapping places off-screen throughout season 7.

or, and this is where i get full tinfoil-hat, theyve been doing it even longer than that.

while rick was off having his anime crow arc in season 5, morty was doing... something. the show doesnt really dwell on it, except mention that morty was on the citadel at some point. its entirely possible that morty got to talking with people on the citadel, maybe even making some friends. maybe one of those friends just so happened to be the president.

evil morty didnt have a clear reason to invite our rick and morty to dinner before he destroyed the citadel. i doubt that he had a soft spot for rick c-137, but maybe, just maybe, he had a soft spot for morty prime. the morty who stood up to his rick and had been complaining about being left by him only a few days ago.

obviously morty hadn't known EM's actual plan. he probably didnt know too much about EM at all. but there's no way that EM, the character who just wants to be alone, would invite a total stranger along with him out of the cfc.

but no. morty declined.

what if the second seat wasnt a toilet. what if he had built a second seat in order to take morty with him, but lied to protect his reputation.

so imagine, our morty, morty prime is reeling from everything that happened. and as horrified as he is, maybe he also understands. just a little bit.

and evil morty, he built his base, he's finally left alone, but maybe he's also a bit lonely. after all, the robot butler also clearly was programmed for conversation.

so, maybe partway through season 6, evil morty talks to morty prime. they make up. they agree to switch places on occasion. after all, morty needs a break from all the bullshit sometimes, and EM is probably curious what morty's family, and indeed rick c-137, is actually like.

and so when evil morty comes to that base where rick and morty are, morty obviously isnt going to act like they know each other. so he overcompensates just like EM can, but in the other direction.

like, come on, can you really believe that morty prime would act like that with no provocation? he may have a violent side, but it doesnt just come out of nowhere. and yes, the blood vortex was horrifying, but clearly EM isnt here to attack either of them right now.

now, if he was, say, exaggerating his dislike of EM so rick wouldnt get suspicious, then this makes a lot more sense. morty's not really a good liar! in fact, they could even be swapped right then! this seems more like what EM would say in this situation, doesnt it?

now, while i was reading @trucknoisettes unmortricken analysis, i was wondering why morty would jump from being openly hostile to EM to agreeing to temporary mind control, but if the hostility was all an act? if he already had some precedent for trusting EM? well, a whole lotta things start making sense.

so, to summarize this wild speculation:

- evil morty and morty prime have been friends since after season 5 episode 9

- at some point in season 6, evil morty made up with morty off-screen.

- after making up, the two of them started switching places on occasion throughout season 6 and 7

- morty prime's hostility to evil morty in 7.5 was an act

and perhaps ive taken a few too many liberties, but yknow. i'm here to have fun and ship evil morty x morty not make perfect sense.

[nikethestatue]

I can’t believe people think Az and Bryce are going to be together because they held hands 8 times 😱 this is seriously some ridiculous stuff. She was literally a flight risk. Had tried to run and pull shit more than once. Also, the whole thing with Azs power being more pure and potent than Hunts didn’t read as “mates” to me. I interpreted it as more of a comment on Illyrian power in general and was put there to make us start questioning them and where/why they have this raw power.

im swearing off acotar reddit for good. Its literally full of some of the most infuriatingly garbage takes ive ever seen in a book fandom. Truly shocking. Apparently Mor and Tamlin are mates now because *checks notes* “ Mor didn’t like teaching nesta to dance because it might have reminded her of tams music” and “ red and green go together”

Sjm please save us 🙏🏼

Oh the Mor and Tamlin one is a NEW ONE!

Always exciting to hear new and utterly unhinged 'theories' and just you wait until they start to fight for these theories to the death, screaming that it's CANON and that they are totally correct.

Since this fandom doesn't understand the concept of crackships and crack theories, there is always a group of people who'll defend wild takes with their lives.

Has Mor even met Tamlin outside of the High Lords meeting?

So Mor was his mate but he wanted to dick down Feyre and went to war for her, and Elain is his second/third mate because she likes flowers? Got it.

Bryceriels are a different breed. That's all I can say.

[thelikesoffinn]

hiiiii so have you heard about astarion actually having DID? (dissociative identity disorder in case you don't kno) ive seen that a few times on tiktok now and i thought i finna ask you about it because that shiz is wiiild to me. like girl wtf.

TW: Dissociative Identity Disorder He's got...what. Just what.

What in the world is TikTok cooking up now? Like, what in the world? I myself don't use TikTok, so I've never heard this before but damn. Damn.

Flower, I'm not gonna lie, this confuses me more than the 'his crying is a sign that not ascending is the bad choice'. Because this? This is wild, you're so right. This is more than wild, this is the wildest shit.

DID is such a highly specific disorder, why would anyone get the idea Astarion could have that? (Once again, I'm not standing in the way of anyones headcanons, play around as you like, but heavens, no. I don't see that at all.)

Over the entire game, I haven't seen a singular sign that could point towards DID. And yes, sure, one could say 'well Alters are meant to protect the system to the shift is not obvious so Astarion's alter called Astorian could just be hiding it really well' which...yeah, okay, that's true I'll hand them that but there's other signs apart from the shifting alters that Astarion simply doesn't display.

He might have some common comorbidities, but if we go just by that he could have pretty much any other disorder known to man because so so many of them come with the same comorbidities. That is why diagnosing people accurately is so difficult.

Also - DID is developed in early childhood. Mostly in children before the age of nine who experienced extreme trauma. And yes, while Astarion WAS abused and his abuse would definitely be enough for that, he wasn't a child. I mean, come on, he was 36. And yes, that is young for elves but it's still a blown arse adult. It just doesn't make sense.

And, can I just step away from my social worker self and into my writer self for a hot second? I usually try not to, but it's necessary here.

Astarion's trauma and the resulting behavioural patterns exist to add complexity and depth to his character. They are devices used so that he isn't just the campy cunty vampire. We are supposed to see his layers, to see that he is more than just the rude pretty boy. We are supposed to make connections between his behaviour and how Cazador treated him, which is why his behaviour is as obvious and textbook as it is. It's a glaring neon sign made for us so that we understand the character and endear him to us.

That is why they are there.

Anything used in a story is there for a reason. Everything is used to drive the story forward and carry it into the authors chosen direction. It would make absolutely zero sense to give Astarion a disorder as rare, as misunderstood and as interesting as DID and not mention it. That would be so. much. wasted story telling potential.

It just doesn't make sense, absolutely not.

And I'm not saying DID wouldn't make for an interesting story - quite the opposite. I think the community could thrive on some destigmatisation because all the DID characters I've ever seen were crazily homicidal maniacs and it'd be nice to see a character that is displaying DID in the proper way, but Astarion simply isn't it.

He really really isn't.

TikTok is throwing around wild theories every day it seems, I'm really truly baffled!

[solargeist]

Ok, question, in your mind, what IS mumbo? Like, everyone has their own head cannon of what mumbo is supposed to be, even though for everyone else there's a general consensus. Like:

Grian/Jimmy/Pearl are birds

Ren/Martyn are dogs

Joel tends to be a tenuki/raccoon

Etho as an arctic fox of some kind

Gem is either an elf or a deer

Etc. Etc.

But with mumbo? It's the wild west. I've seen Vampire, Sun God, Human, Puppet, Cyborg, shapeshifter etc.etc.etc.

So, to you, what is he? In your au, does everyone see him as what he is, or do they have their own theories of what he could be?

well !!!!!! i'm really boring really !!!!! most of them are just humans (with elf ears YEH) to me

tho i rly like Joel being a tanuki and Etho being a kitsune this season pfhhh

i like Gem as a fox or a human

so my Mumbo design is just human, ive played with the idea of him having a mech arm bc i was watching Trigun, but i struggle to draw the arm ! so i just havent,,, incorporated it @_@

[tai-janai]

ok here was my first run ever (yeah its spoilers.) :

1. pris. gotta see if guts trio is real.

was pretty easy; i tried to let her kill me but that wasn't an option so, drop the blade n leave her

'tisn't. but the cage thing was predicted in s*ve the p*et so im still a winner. i got cheated because i wanted skeptic to kill me, inadvertently making us very happy to be in the void.

i laughed and i got really mad when our fighting was called beautiful. i want to hear hero want to fight on our behalf.

2. dams. ok i got guts trio wrong, give me skeppy.

took me a second; accidentally got hot grey at first

i did not get skeppy. i got oppy. okay cool i kind of predicted he would have a role in pc; but i thought he'd be in spectr3. Oh well that's fine im not too mad; besides i get more of the praise boys being brothers.

i did. notice that smitten was gone as soon as we woke up. i said. "oh this is. pits. and also a bit of reunite. okay."

and i was. so excited to see him. and his face, when we tried to talk to him. i got so emotional; my poor boy. i love him. also i love that he's fucking crazy.

i didnt eat with her but i did play games. and i was like "is this about sex." because it kinda sounded like it

narry's arc ... again, reunite core.

but then i killed her, to alleviate the pain, because i did love her.

third: spec.

i figured it would be the same as we thought; stabbing her while shes in us. i did flip my shit when we were in Her eyes, and it said "the princess" and it was FUCKING SICK !!! SHE CALLED US A FUCKINF DRAGON IM SO RIGHT ALL THE TIME.

the thing is idk what to call the route so i kinda wanna call her/us like. dragoness? inverse? split? some cool name like that.

i got oppy; idk if anyone got someone else, i kinda hope so

my poor hero :(( love him.

i merged back with her; idk if there were options not to

and then,

4. den. i forgot how to get skeptic so i got stubborn.

i went with instincts, because i love hunted.

mmm. big hunted real. growing from making others feel hunted. i love being right.

get out of my way adversary, outta my way wild, now THIS SHIT is hot.

5. apo. idk how to get one or the other yet but i got conty. and of course i tried to run.

and she tried to open us up, and my theory that the long quiet is the construct kind of came true. so i reprimanded her because that lady fucking hurt my boyfriend. and i stuck my middle finger at her. in real life

and then i fought her. i saw the.... glowing? dialogue options and i picked what i could, but it didn't seem to matter.

idk if anyone got the new ending yet, but i haven't either. i got new and unending dawn as my first ending ever.

m going back through things now;

ive found that you can get paranoid instead of cheated if you kill yourself, well, yourself. and ive seen them "Grabbing" (???????????????? ayo) hero and somehow ... keeping him from our choices? i kept thinking they both started petting behind his ears and he went limp. anyway.

im back to damsel now, im gonna go to fury and expand on her in my next playthrough; im just trying to find everything i can in what i have now.

[manilovedinosaurs]

im trying to sleep but neil's last conversation with mr keating is biting my ass

i have a wild theory that its all just a lie like there are many ways that i can go around this but he definitely lied at least one thing about it

he said that his father let him continue with the acting (that was definitely completely untrue) but he also told keating two more things and those are 'his father would be gone for 4 days so he couldn't make it to the play' and 'he let him perform in the play at henley hall'

later in the film we see mr perry entering the theatre and neil's entire demeanor changed COMPLETELY he was either shocked or scared to see his father and this might mean that what he told mr keating 'he would be gone for 4 days so he couldnt make the performance' might be his or his father's lie. mr perry might have said it to see if neil would actually, against his wishes, go to the play despite him not allowing to and then later going to the theatre to see if its true. or neil might have just made that part up and still shocked himself with it idk i think his father said that to test him.

and then at his house mr perry also said something like 'we've been trying to figure out why you keep defying us' or something along the lines but like if mr perry had let neil perform in the play why was that considered rebelling because HE ALLOWED HIM TO

so this got me thinking like what if neil never even had that chat with his father what if he made it all up JUST so that keating would stop worrying and he can do the play for one last time

it might just be my stupid ass not understanding that everyone knew he lied but ive never seen anyone talking about it

but my hot take is that neil never actually talked to his father and he actually went against his father wishes TO PERFORM ONE LAST TIME IN THE PLAY and then killed himself

sorry if some of this doesnt make sense i learn english by exposing myself to social media at least 12 hours a day

[1000emotions]

where (some of) the LU boys got their green link tunic

sky: school uniform😔

time: forest child outfit :)

twilight: shapeshifted into it, based on the clothes of a hero who never had to exist in his world (the child timeline) which brings up a cool theory ive seen online: that the hero that people reference in TP is actually sky or four

wind: birthday present :)

wild: we dont know if he has ever worn it in canon but i have a headcanon that he had one and wore it when he was younger and pulled the master sword :) but then he got a job and a uniform lol

warriors: oh man, this random soldier kid is the legendary hero we have to give him the outfit

also fun thing to consider: sky learning about how important his school uniform is to hyrule’s history and culture!! like imagine sky hearing about the tradition of the birthday present in wind’s era. like that must have blown his mind