#but the whole ordeal is. augh

[235uranium]

I go back and forth on how based in canon/how likely the "akechi was involved with wakaba's research" theory is but. man her notes really do make it seem like she'd gotten information from someone

[brother-emperors]

hi! this might be a weird question but did you ever finish/publish the trebonius sourcebook? your agenda transcends time and space and id love to dig into him in a cohesive way. no worries if not though 💜

god, I wish, but my laptop died last year and the one I’m currently borrowing until I can save up for new one can’t really handle running more than one application, which means I can’t write and research at the same time. alas!

[wisebilly]

weeps sobs cries i love fontaine so fucking much :''']]]

[arklay]

tagged by @florbelles @denerims @jillvalcntines @jendoe @leviiackrman @aceghosts @indorilnerevarine @swordcoasts @nuclearstorms & @morvaris to do this quiz for some of my ocs, so have the horror girlies – thank you all so so much ily guys! ♡

tagging: @aartyom @aelyosos @brujah @cultistbase @faarkas @girlbosselrond @lightwardens @liurnia @narshadda @nocticulas @prometheas @reaperkiller @risingsh0t @shadowsofrose @snowthroat @solasan @steelport @stormveils @voerman & you! if you've already done this, my bad, just ignore me. but as always, no pressure to do this, of course! ♡

TRAGIC HORROR TROPES.

— the final girl.

the final girl comes out the other end of trauma alive – or, they were supposed to. honestly, you're not so sure you're really alive anymore. you saw the same hurt take those you were closest to while everyone paraded your bruises and bravery, as strength, as if you're the hero. and it hurts. you're tired and you don't want to have to be brave anymore. whatever you went through, it changed so much of who you were that you're still getting used to the person you see in the mirror. you didn't have a say in any of it, but you're here now, and that's gotta count for something. you'll make it count for something. but first, you need to let yourself find rest.

— the witch.

people need to find blame wherever they can; it makes the bad things in their life feel just a touch more bearable. the witches are so often blamed for the curses others are under that no one even questions it anymore. you point to a supposed witch and everyone else prepares the stake, no matter their innocent. to be born and believed a witch is one of the worst curses of them all – you can have friends and family, but there's always a dread that someday, someone will point to you, and everyone you once trusted will throw you into the pyre. if you're here, reading this, you've probably been burned before. and i don't blame you for wanting to hide away, to really become the witch they all say you are, to curse them. but to be a witch is to brush your fingertips over the bark of a tree and watch it grow a touch stronger. keep that in mind.

— the vampire.

it is the loneliest day of a vampire's life, the first time they look into a mirror and see their reflection missing. drinking blood sucks too, don't get me wrong, but as a vampire you had to learn to hide from the sunlight, from your family, all your friends, because you were unavoidably different now and you didn't know how to explain that to them in a way they would understand. you could get stranger's blood in bursts, but what is life when you can't know someone for longer than the night lasts? you left everything behind because it was easier than trying to tell them. i just hope you know you're not the only vampire out there, and that there exist people who will understand your situation without a word. they'll sit with you in the dark for as long as you'll need them to.

— the mummy.

here's the thing about mummies – why the hell is anyone opening up their tombs? you were resting. you were peaceful. but someone intruded, barged in and broke down your walls and stole all the parts of yourself that you cherished, and then blamed you for being angry. blamed you for chasing them down no matter how fast they ran and how many obstacles they put in your path. and you know what? they deserve your rage. they destroyed something sacred. they didn't give a shit, and they wouldn't ever have lamented their actions had it not been for you – the real hero – getting up and showing them that they don't have the right to destroy and pillage as they please. that is your home. that is your body. nothing they do can take that from you. if not for you, they probably would've kept breaking into tombs and disturbing restful lives without a second thought. you won't be repaid for your good, but i hope you know you are a saviour in your own right.

[iliveinprocrasti-nationn]

anyway about those tags on that other post every time i rewatch that call the midwife episode i cry a little more. today i was hugging my teddy bear and sobbing <3

[servicpop]

AUGH THE COWBOY FIC WAS SO FUCKING CUTE FHSHJSBUSKFDSKUS I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!!!!! OUUUUUU

I ALREADY HAVE ANOTHER IDEA FOR THEM!!!! so the reader eventually has to get to the next town for a week or two for a series of shows, reader tells Cole where he’ll be and where he’ll preform so Cole can send him a letter if he’d like. Cole obviously send a him letters and reader writes back every time. But one day Cole doesn’t send reader a response and this makes him think Cole lost interest for some reason, so readers moping around and complaining about it to other show girls until Cole shows up at the place their preforming. Reader spots Cole in the crowd and gets excited immediately and the rest of the show he has a wide smile up until he can go out and talk to Cole who has flowers for the reader!!!

THIS CAN END FLUFFY OR SMUTTY OR BOTH IDC I JUST LOVE THESE TWO SO MUCH YOU DONT GET IT IM CRAZY RAH :3

-🎱

✶ ﹑ㅤletters & flowersㅤ﹏

NOW STARRING : Cole the cowboy x 'showgirl' m!reader

「ㅤSFW & NSFWㅤ」ㅤhalf is sfw and half is nsfw (the nsfw part will be separated and labelled as nsfw!)

✙ NSFW warnings — sub!top cole, dom!bottom/power bottom reader, cole is a virgin, riding, tummy bulge, cole is more vocal than reader, first time

notes ,, go to part one if you haven't read it already! Not proofread !!

You were able to extend your stay at Pinecrest just for a little while, and during your time here you were able to meet so many people and learn so many things about agriculture, farming, taking care of animals, and you even got to meet the local dog, Scout. More importantly, you were able to spend more time with Cole. He took you out almost every night to go sightseeing, taking you to his favourite spots whether it was in the mountains or by the lake. He even taught you how to ride your own horse and named her Taffy after you; since you were so sweet.

Nothing could've replaced those star-filled nights where it was just you and Cole with your horses, Taffy and Spirit, enjoying the cool breeze and endless conversations that seemed to meander. However, you were a busy man, especially while being in the entertainment industry you didn't have time to stick around forever. You could feel your heart sink just a little bit when your manager had announced that another show would be held in the next town for a few weeks. Of course you enjoyed your line of work, you loved performing, loved being on stage and hearing the cheers of others, but you also loved Cole's company. You knew that Cole had a role here at Pinecrest and it would've been selfish of you to ask him to come with you. But, it wasn't like you were going to keep this whole ordeal a secret from him.

"Cole?" Your voice seemed to break the silence; his head turned to look at you, "Yeah?" Cole's voice was warm, and gentle with a hint of ruggedness like honey dripping over gravel, and the way his eyes glittered when they met yours was enough to make your legs weak under the eye contact, causing you to splutter when you decided to speak again. "I– I have to leave tomorrow, I got another show I need to do at the next town," You mumble, shying away from his entrancing gaze. The cogs in his rusty little brain were visibly turning as Cole stared at you blankly with his lips parted like he was trying to comprehend your words. You can tell it finally settled in his mind when his face deflated like a sad puppy, "You're leavin' sugar?" His voice wavers as he stared at you; the fingers that were once tracing the rim of his glass paused, and the bartender took this moment of Cole's sad expression as a cue to refill his cup with root beer.

Oh, you couldn't do this to him. It was almost like kicking an abandoned puppy on the side of the road — totally cruel. You proposed the idea of sending letters and his sad puppy expression lifted just a little. Fishing in your bag you pulled out a flyer of your next show, sliding it across the counter so he could keep a copy for himself, "Here, send them to this address," you tapped the words in bold that say where you were performing. Cole — of course — takes the flyer eagerly, scanning over it to mentally note down the information written on it, "I'll definitely be sendin' you letters honey," Cole smiled with his dimples peeking through. He picked up his glass of beer and placed it between his lips to take a swig before he started blabbering about whatever came to his mind, a common habit of Cole, and you were always keen to listen to his rambles. You could listen to his voice all night long.

Unfortunately, Cole's most dreaded day came when you had to leave for the next town. He most definitely was one of the first people to wake up at the crack of dawn to catch you before you left, pressing a light, lingering kiss on the back of your palm as if you were a prince and he was nothing but a humble knight. After the townspeople waved you off, you and your fellow performers left via the vans. It was approximately a four hour ride, it would've been quicker if you took the train but your manager insisted to go by car for the scenery. You felt yourself missing Cole more than ever, more than anyone else that you've met and being in multiple towns and countries, you've met alot of people.

Your show was held over four days with a one day break in between and a few free days to explore the area — a total of one week and 3 days. As promised, after settling down in the new town, you received letters every morning from Cole. They usually contained heartfelt messages about his day, his animals, what he ate for every meal, some local gossip, and of course expressing how much he missed you. He even signed every letter with small doodles of what you assumed to be him and Scout. Sometimes, he'd even attach small poloroids of himself usually with Taffy and Spirit in the back. Every night when you had time to spare you scavenged your hotel room for a spare piece of paper and a pen, writing back a response with your signature and some doodles that were definitely not as good as Cole's. It's corny, but you kissed the envelop after sealing it before sending it off back to him.

One day after your 2nd show, you stopped receiving letters, and it really messed up your mood. Did Cole lose interest? Had he found someone better than you? Was it because you were away? All these thoughts ran through your mind and you found yourself slumped at the vanity, complaining and whining to the other showgirls on how you felt like he didn't like you anymore. Knowing how supportive the girls are, they always attempted to comfort you, patting your back and reassuring you that he might’ve just not had any time to write back, that he was busy tending the cattle and whatnot. But no matter what they said, that feeling if a pit in your stomach lingered for the 3rd show. Your aura wasn't the same, your energy wasn't the same, you couldn't perform as well as you did the first two shows.

But suddenly, you felt a strange, familiar pair of eyes staring at you from the crowd. Mid dance, your eyes scanned the sea of people and caught on that dear smile that seemed to light up even the darkest of nights. Cole. That stupidly charming cowboy was nestled in between the bodies of others looking at you. Just you with those eyes filled with admiration. Your heart skipped a beat — or multiple — and you felt your lips involuntarily curl up into a smile.

"That's it. That's the smile I love."

With a new-found burst of energy, your limbs no longer felt sluggish and that fake smile was replaced with a genuine one. All of the sudden, the spotlight seemed to focus on you, highlighting the sequins that glittered on your costume and your bright smile. The other showgirls seemed to notice your change in mood and they all shot you small smiles, watching at how your hips swayed with the beat of the music and how your dance lightened up the atmosphere. You couldn't wait to see him.

Once the performance ended and you and the other performers bowed, you immediately ran out into the crowd, searching frantically for Cole but no matter how hard you looked and pushed through the people, you couldn't find Cole. Your feet picked up in speed as you ran outside, looking around to find Cole leaning against a streetlight with a bouquet in his hands. "Hey," You huffed, catching your breath from all that running around. "You were— amazing, sweetheart," Cole smiled, extending his arm out for you to take the bouquet of dasies, "U–uhm, the daises are hand picked if— if you were wonderin'." From the way he was stuttering over his words like a highschool boy confessing to his crush, and how his eyes focused on anything but your face, you could tell he's never given flowers to anyone in such a romantic way. They were beautiful, all thoughtfully placed together to make the bouquet aesthetically pleasing with a white ribbon tied around the stems with a small bow. You took the bouquet before wrapping your arms around Cole in a warm embrace. He didn't expect you to hug him so abruptly but he for sure did not complain, taking only a second to return the hug, wrapping his arms around you protectively. "I've never seen you smile so wide before darlin,' were you excited to see me?" Cole chuckled, keeping your face pressed against his cheek as he tangled his fingers through your hair. A small laugh escaped your lips too as you teased back, "Don't get ahead of yourself now."

After catching up a bit on the way back to your hotel, you found out through Cole that one of his cows gave birth to an adorable baby he named 'Choco' from its brown coloured fur. He really did have a quirk in naming animals. Once back, he helped you find a vase for your daisies, filling it up with water before carefully plopping your flowers in them. You flopped onto the bed, bouncing slightly from how plush the mattress was, and Cole followed shortly, laying right beside you. As you laid on the bed with your eyes staring up at the white ceiling, you felt a hand tangle with yours, turning your head to meet Cole's grin and his hands holding yours tightly. "Thanks for coming tonight," You were more than happy that he actually took the time out of his day to come all the way here to watch you perform again, "You know I'd do anythin' for you sugar," He cooed, squishing your cheeks between his fingers before he brought your face to his, giving you a small peck on the lips. You always loved how soft and gentle Cole's lips felt agaisnt yours, and they always had a faint taste of strawberries on them.

"That's too corny,"

"You want corn? We can go to the corn fields sometime if that's what you want"

And that earnt a pillow straight to his face.

One kiss turned into two, maybe three, with you leaning over Cole's body while he was still laying down. His arm snaked over to hook around your waist, pulling you closer to him and tangling his legs with yours. As he presses his body agaisnt yours, you felt him poke at your thigh. He was excited, something that you didn't expect from sweet little Cole. He seemed to notice and it was evident through the blush that creeped up his neck, "S–sorry... it's instinct y'know?" His words stumble over eachother and he brings a hand to his face, hiding behind the comfort of his palms as embarrassment ate away at him. It was adorable! This guy being such a flustered mess just from a few kisses and you haven't even done anything that intimate yet.

You reassure him, obviously; you tell him that it's natural and that it's okay to react this way. But then it strikes you. He seemed so inexperienced, so shy about everything. Was Cole a virgin? "I've never done anythin' like this before... I've never felt this way about someone else," His usually loud and confident voice was now reduced to a soft, nervous whisper. He shuffled slightly, pulling you up and onto his lap, his eyes glittered with nervousness and excitement, "D'you think you could show me a thing or two?" Damn. The way he's looking at you with pure love and sincerity made your blood pump faster from how quick your heart was beating. You've been dying for this too, so why not?

You helped him undress before following shortly after, discarding your clothes somewhere in the hotel. He was surprisingly big— like really big. His pretty pink tip was already glistening with pre-cum from the previous kisses and he had a prominent vein that ran down the underside of his cock that was bound to be a sensitive spot for him. Cole was also more built than you expected, he had toned muscles that were most defined in his arms and he had pretty big pecs. They were like pillows, you'd have to convince him to let you sleep on them later. Cole refused to look you in the eyes while you rummaged the beside drawers for lube. You put a generous amount on your palm before placing the bottle down and turning to face Cole, who was trembling like a little mouse.

"Relax," you cooed, wrapping your lubed up hand around his shaft, pumping slowly to coat him. His body physically jerked once he felt the cool substance around his cock, and a low whine slipped from his lips. Cole's breathing became more heavy as you slowly stroked his length, his eyes fluttered with every movement. Once you deemed that to be enough, you slowly moved to hover over his lap and Cole's hands immediately went up to grip your hips for stability. You knew this would hurt; you weren't properly prepared but you didn't care that much. Slowly, you sunk down on Cole's cock, feeling the slight burn as you bit back small whimpers. "You okay sugar? 'Mnot hurtin' you am I?" Cole grunted, his fingers gripping your hips even more, guiding you down his length. He was concerned, yes, but he also couldn't help from twitching inside you.

"I'm fine," you replied with a small huff once you were able to take Cole in fully, relaxing a bit so you could get used to his size. Cole on the other hand was certainly not relaxing. You could almost see the muscles on his arm tense and he had this unfamiliar look in his eyes like he was desperate for something, any sort of movement from you. After awhile of just silence and stillness, Cole's resolve finally caved in, "Oh, please sweetheart, please move. Anythin'! I need to feel you, please," he whined like a little puppy, staring into your eyes as if he was going to die if you didn't give him any sort of relief. But that wasn't any fun now was it?

You leaned down, your hips rolling slightly in accord to your movements, and pressed a honeyed kiss on the outer corner of Cole's lips. That little movement with your hips almost made Cole cum on the spot. "You can't do that t'me," Cole's eyes gleamed over with tears, dampening his eyelashes. All wet and pretty. He swore he'd actually start crying if you didn't move. "Alright, alright, sorry," you apologised but didn't really mean it — he was so adorable begging you just to move. But, you weren't that cruel. A string of 'thank you's poured out of Cole's mouth as you rocked your hips rhymically, grinding down on his cock. His head tilted back against the silk pillows, his brown hair cascading across the pillowcase like flowing water. Cole's lips were slightly parted, and his chest rose and fell intermittently, some breaths short and stuttered, while others were deeper.

"It feels so good," Cole muttered out between pants. His voice was nothing short of a whiny mess mixed with a few moans and grunts. You lifted yourself off of him, almost lifting completely off of him before dropping your hips back down, earning a muffled whimper from you and a loud moan from Cole. He was undoubtedly alot more vocal in expressing his pleasure. His eyes opened with heavy eyelids, as he looked up at you; you could practically see the hearts in his eyes. Cole's gaze flickered down to your tummy and his mind went blank when he saw the small bulge in your stomach, "Oh mercy," he breathed out, his hand moved to touch your stomach, "You're gonna be the death of me if you keep— hah, keep teasin' me like this."

Your mind was just as lost as Cole's with the way his dick was able to reach your prostate so easily. It drove you crazy; his cock angled perfectly to hit it over and over again with each bounce. Your own neglected cock was sliding along Cole's happy trail, the warmth of his body made you twitch everytime you grinded your hips. "I'm— im close, so so so close, please— please let me cum." Beads of sweat rolled down Cole's temples and his forearms flexed, digging his fingertips into your hips hard enough to leave an indent — he was careful not to use his nails, Cole would never want to hurt you. "Im—" Cole sat up from his laying position, enveloping you in his arms and buried his face in the crook of your neck, needing something to hold onto while he orgasmed. His moans were muffled by your neck as his thigh spasmed faintly while he spilt his seed inside of you, filling you up to the brim. Your own orgasm followed after his, coating his abs with your fluid.

You two sat in the comfort of eachothers arms and the sound of your heavy breathing; your own arms were lazily draped over his shoulders with one hand stroking his hair. "When's your next show?" Cole asked, moving his head off your shoulder to look at you, "The day after tomorrow, but I have rehearsal tomorrow morning," a small pout spreads across Cole's lips as his eyes flicker to loon at your thigh instead. "Do you think you can walk properly tomorrow?" "Oh right..."

Bonus ♡

You winced as you settled down into the chair infront of the vanity. A few of the showgirls walked up to you, noticing that something was off, "You okay honey bun? You seem to be in alot of pain today," one of the girls ask, placing a comforting hand on your back. "He obviously got some action last night with that cowboy guy." "No I did not!" "It's obvious in the way you're limping sweetie."

Cole on the other hand, was still soundly asleep in your hotel bed, curled up with the blanket he stole from you during the night.

a/n ,, Cole oh sweet Cole . To be honest ,, I'm still not used to writing smut . I guess it's because I'm trying my hardest not to make it sound off or weird ,, maybe I'm just immature . The word cock sounds funny to me . Anyways !! I kinda rushed the smut . To be fair my main focus with Cole is how he's an innocent n' sweet guy but ya know ,, nsfw is what gets people going these days

[himbo-in-limbo]

Fnaf SB oc saves Bonnie AU!

I hate when I've finally got a good idea to draw that's when my I pad decides to die 😭

(I will be adding more to this) but AUGH this au's been stuck in my head for a good bit!

I just think it'd be funny if at the same time with the events of Gregory or something that my oc Sunny would have gotten the information they've been waiting for to know that their buddy Bonnie was still somewhere at the pizzaplex!

So like a crazy person they would sneak into the megaplex and search for Bonnie! (Like if they had their own dlc it'd be like a detective case figuring out what happened to Bonnie n where his body is)

They left the company a couple years back but was never at peace with what the company has told them about Bonnie being "decommissioned" and whatnot. So they would take matters into their own hands and just find Bonnie themselves!

The reason why they'd go through such dangerous lengths (I'd imagine you'd see memories of their friendship) is because they were best buddy's when sunny used to work as his beauty technician! (My own made up job) so after the whole ordeal of finally finding the place where Bonnie is at my feel good happy ending is that after a bit of fixing he'd be responsive and sunny takes him outta the pizzaplex to properly fix him 🥹♥️ and it'd be more funny if when they make the ending scene of them making their escape that's when Gregory and Freddy's head also make it out at the same time so you just have two people with the animatronics in pieces for a big "what the fuck" moment...

And then they all go home together n make a super odd family! Wacky and wholesome...

Freddy n Bonnie's very odd reunion but they'll have plenty of time to catch up 😭

[druidshollow]

shelter save m. still dont know any lore my brain just going oooh whenever i see her. can i pat the snout

do u want a really quick lore tldr before my shift starts

heres some fast facts. her name is sheltering canopy, normally she goes by canopy but she instead goes by shelter while dune has her kidnapped. she has a lovely girlfriend named odyssey but when dune kidnapped her she ocnvinced her she killed odyssey. in reality odyssey got away and instead believes that shelter is dead lmao

dune keeps shelter around mostly out of boredom and curiousity. how deeply can she break someone down? what does it take to destroy their will and make them subservient?

at first shelter vaguely reminded dune of space but this went from familiarity to delusional thinking quickly.

^^^ a comparing her to space collection

augh i gotta go start my shift but basically because of this resemblance that dune percieves she is especially cruel towards shelter. she has no qualms being violent towards her since shes not part of her family. i think subconsciously shes using shelter as an outlet for her anger surrounding space leaving

canopy really likes bugs! fun fact! :D odyssey kills dune and her and canopy are able to reunite in the end but as you can imagine canopys a little messed up by the whole ordeal. most notably she comes away from it with a much stronger inclination for anger and violence. oops

yes you can pat the snout

[dittydipity]

finally got around to finishing the finale of the ghost trick remaster. i've played and watched this ending more times than i can count but it's still so SO good.

all of my insane thoughts and overanalysis/overthinking under the cut

when the last portion/chapter of a game or book is called 'final chapter' or the title of the story.. GRRRRRRGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

when the four of them are discussing what to do and they're like "we might not be able to change your fate of dying" and yomiel is just. "i can accept that." 😭😭

^ HE SAYS WITH A SMILE. AUGH.

man no matter how many times i see it, yomiel getting flung back and impaled on the post never fails to make me flinch

ough.

These long, lonely ten years…

you were my one and only friend.

How about it?

Do you remember now...

*spotlight, the reveal*

...old friend?

SCREAMING CRYING SOBBING THROWING UP THE WAY THIS STORY IS TOLD

NOT TRAUMA KICKING IN 😭

he finally rember after so long of forgor...

and then the whole retelling of the story by sissel and yomiel where they narrate interchangeably without any indication of who is talking but you can still tell who's narrating hewioagljadsklfajds

Somebody, please reach a hand out to me... //

My body wouldn't move, but I still managed to reach out a "hand" to him.

ueueueue them finding the comfort they sought and needed in each other because at our cores, we all need connections..

catboy yomiel real and canon

Those ten years were very happy for me.

But they weren't happy for the man...

and there was nothing I could do for him.

^ LINE THAT PEOPLE DO NOT TALK ABOUT ENOUGH. god these lines hit so hard bc it's like. when all you want is for someone you love to be happy and you're trying your hardest and you're giving everything but you just don't know and you just can't understand that there just isn't any way for you to help, no matter how much you want to..

man just. imagine that when you finally think you're going to be free. that after so many years of limbo you think you're finally going to get what you've wanted. and when you get to the final steps of your plan, you find that your best friend, the only person keeping you afloat throughout this whole time, just died. because of you.

AUGHGGHHGHGHGGHHG GOD. GOD GOD GOD.

THE UNIMAGINABLE GRIEF AND REGRET. AND THE KNOWLEDGE THAT YOU WILL HAVE TO EXIST UNTIL THE END OF TIME WITH THESE BURDENS

jowd being the one to say this is so good. bc out of all the people, he might be the one that understands yomiel the most. yomiel's entire goddamn existence and everything he's believed and been forced to endure has finally been righted. jowd's own predicament and resulting fate change from this whole ordeal is also incredibly drastic, but that's what makes him the one who most closely relates to yomiel. yomiel's twisted, revenge-fueled desire to make jowd feel the same pain he felt turns into empathy and understanding.

I'M CRAZY. I'M CRAZZY

do you ever think about how, for the 4 of them (sissel, yomiel, jowd, missile), they have 20 years of memories overlapping each other in a 10y period? if not more, from all the rewinding and trial error of this one night? when they "return" to the new present that is born from this final aversion of fate, do they just find themselves in a completely different place in life, with a whole entire set of memories? do they just. slide "back" into place in this new timeline and replace the placeholder version of them that existed in those 10y that were completely changed, all of a sudden now with all of that version's memories and experiences?

how disorienting and confusing and discombobulating would that be, to suddenly have two completely different versions of the same period of time in your head

it's not as bad for missile, since he's only two years old when the events of the game happen, and so "only" has 2y worth of memories that overlap, but for sissel and yomiel and jowd...

and the fact that only the four of them will remember. sissel and missile are fine, as animals, but for yomiel and jowd.. how often did the people around them think they were insane, talking about things that never happened and knowing things that they shouldn't know, breaking down over things that remind them of this overwritten timeline

When we go back, our fates will no longer be interconnected.

It will be like we never met...

hiweoaghlkjadslkfjkl and in that new timeline, yomiel's one and only friend, the only being he could have called a friend in those years of limbo from the previous timeline, now has nothing to do with him.

and so before that happens, he has to apologize for everything he made sissel go through. even though sissel chose to stay by his side, it's only human nature to feel guilty for something you can't help. he needs this solace.

and sissel gives it to him.

all these four can do is hope that the stars will align and the gods that started this whole mess will allow them to meet once again

-> RAY. DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON RAY.

these have to be some of the most genuine, heartfelt lines in the game, alongside the thanks that yomiel gives sissel.

not me getting sad about ray's reluctance to even talk about himself. oh boy.

his reluctance to reveal just how much he messed up and failed. how hard he tried and how much he's sacrificed just to help his friends. telling this almost complete outsider how much of a failure he was and expecting them to understand his selfish, selfish reasons

can you imagine? waiting for 10 years to pin all your hopes and sacrifices on this stranger that didn't stop to give you the time of day the first time. and if they don't help you this time, everything would have been for nothing. having to just stand back and watch as everything happens this second time around because you can't risk messing it up this time.

doing all of this knowing that, whether things work out or not this time, you're going to disappear at the end.

Of course!

Because that's what doggies do!

🥺🥺🥺🥺😭

<EPILOGUE>

the wave of relief and satisfaction when reincarnation starts..

From just that single night as a human, I got a glimpse into their world.

And I learned something...

Their fates, their lives - they were all interconnected...

Somewhere, somehow, in some way.

And, now, this is MY new fate.

literally just in awe at this story.

the reveal of sissel's new fate w the next lines.. one of the most fulfilling, complete endings and feelings of closure i've ever gotten from a game.

It suits me just fine to curl up and watch...

...watch the strange and beautiful patterns of their lives as they unfold.

And it looks like...

...I'll have plenty to watch

here for quite a while.

and the credits song kicking in.. the way it's timed perfectly with the final reveal and snaps to the main theme in time with the end of sissel's speech. it's SO satisfying.

and the fact that the credits song is a remix of the main theme that we've heard so much throughout the game as a way to end each chapter with a sense of mystery, but this final time, it's triumphant. it's the same tune but this time we've solved everything. everything is going to be okay.

i love you ghost trick

[polisena-art]

I really love the potential angst there is from them eventually finding out how broke he is and how much of a LIAR >:( he is! And then eventually of course accepting him, just like all of us lol, i would also love seeing how both panchito and donald would react to jose's... morality problems lol, especially pancho who is so nice and all. ALSO ROSINHA, so much potential with some story about when Rosinha found out that boy poor. Of course the comics are ....comical, so it never really happened but IM NOT COMICAL I WANT TO SEE IT!

Manuke é uma da manhã, vai dormir JNJASJ AS BUT YEAH!!! I guess there really is a LOT of potential for angst because AUGH THE BETRAYAL!!! I think Panchito and Donald would be mad but in that way you get mad with someone you care deeply about and then their worries become YOUR WORRIES. I sincerely also can't even begin to imagine how Panchito would absorb how much shit José has done throughout his life if he had to take it all seriously because… there's A LOT of crimes… I feel that, for Panchito and José to actually become friends and then a couple in a serious world, someone would have to deeply change their moral compass. And yes, we all know José is a good guy at heart who eventually does the right thing but, OOF, he would REALLY have to put in the effort this time. MY DEAR ROSINHA DESERVED TO HAVE A WHOLE SERIES ABOUT HOW SHE CAME TO BE WITH JOSÉ AGAIN AFTER THAT WHOLE SILLY SYMPHONIES FIASCO!!! REALLY!!! JOSÉ DID THE FUMBLING OF THE CENTURY, NOBODY HAS EVER FUMBLED THE BAG AS BAD AS HE HAS!!! AND YET!!! she settled for him... I wish we got to at least see José apologizing to Rosinha after that whole ordeal! Like c'mon, feed us with some gentlemanly Zé from time to time!!

[trainingdummyrabbit]

WOAH ASK GAME BEAM can you do hokma... thankyouuu

HAI GETTING TO THIS FINALLY ILU HOKMA!!!!!!!!!!! i need to study him so so bad i swear. i say this about everybody and i mean it about everybody but Especially him. like benji what the FUCK was that. [motions generally to the smoke war] But This Aint About That Rightnow

ithink iwas watching through his cutscenes when i started getting Big Invested in lobcorp, and man. MANNN. i cant ramble abt him as well as other characters but his entire everything is SO fucking fascinating to me. the pre-suppression cutscene fucking HITS man. (the accelerating ticking followed by the pocketwatch click...... augh.)

hes a character that i LOVE seeing th change in between lc and ruina, Especially seeing how his earlier interactions (re: the scenes with roland) see him kinda... mulling things over still. i like seeing that he's still changing a bit even After the coresuppression+librarification ordeal.

i cant say i understand the substance of his character like i can other characters, but he's so distinct in the way he's written that its impossible to Not just. like him so much. its one of those Pointing Wordlessly At The Corkboard In Tears kinda things.

. OF COURSE. IM BIASED. BECAUSE. [MOTIONS TO ANGELA]

the interactions between him and angela in ruina are probably among if not my Favorite scenes in the entire game. it will Still bring me to tears despite the fact that i have watched them Multiple Multiple Times. it's his manner of speaking, honestly. it carries a weight to it that i find hard to describe.

i guess, as a whole, its the complexity of his character. while maybe not so dramatic in the grand scheme of things, the amount that he shifts and changes holds an amount of comfort, to me. its especially striking with him; hes just such a strong character and i respect him so so much.

gentle voiced old man ilove you.......................

[prettyflyshyguy]

Anyway shhhh don't tell anyone but have some WIP writings.

May or may not delete later.

(dean encounters Lisa for the 2nd time)

His shaking hands rattled the keys, the sound clanging in his ears, making him wince. Pressing his eyes closed he felt for the lock and fumbled for a few agonising seconds in the searing light of the hotel corridor before he heard the familiar clack of the latch sliding open. Stumbling inside, he was relieved to find the interior of their room cold and for the most part dark. 

“Dean?”

Sam’s familiar voice called out from the table in the center.  

“Yeah, it’s me.”

Dean groaned as he lurched towards the kitchen, eyes fixed on the floor as it began to shift and spin. Waves of nausea had flowed through him all night, rolling through his body, progressing from his stomach to his chest. Placing a hand on the wall for support, he shuffled through the room, holding his other out to block the light coming from the relocated bedside lamp that was placed on the table where Sam was working.

“... You ok?”

He stiffened as the feeling rippled through him. His stomach convulsed, his head spun.

“I’m good, Sammy.”

He heard his brother start to speak again, but stop. Thank god. He needed a beer or two. Or three. And a nice dark corner, as far away from the table, and the windows, and the noise from the upstairs room, and the opposite corridor room. And the pipes. And the heartbeats.

He could hear two of them as he rested on the wall, breathing heavily as he willed himself to recover from the growing ill sensation in his abdomen. His back was to the table but that didn’t stop him sensing and feeling and hearing. Every. Pump. One heartbeat was significantly faster than the other. Samuel must’ve gotten back early, he noted. He’d had moments of nervous spikes, which made sense. Samuel had so far maintained a cool head throughout the whole ordeal. Sam on the other hand…

Dean grunted as he shuffled in front of the fridge and yanked the door open. The hinges whined and creaked, spiking the throbbing pain that had been building in his head. He groaned as the light sprung on with the intensity of the daytime sun. Squinting at the contents of the fridge, he assessed the rations.

One beer, three cans of soda, two mason jars of cow's blood. One full, the other leftover from his earlier experiment.

Scrunching his face in disappointment, he reached for the beer.

Leaning against the bench, he gently nudged the fridge door closed with his right foot. It creaked shut with a sharp and piercing squeal. He growled at it in response as he twisted the bottle cap open.

“I uh… accidentally… ran into Lisa just now and–”

He paused to take a swig of beer. The cold sensation of the refrigerated drink was refreshing, but the taste was stale, and wrong. He gagged on the mouthful before forcing it down. 

“Augh, what the hell.” 

He brought the bottle up to examine the label. He’d had it before and it’d tasted fine then. Frowning, he turned to look at the table, blinking in a futile attempt to compel his vision to adjust as the lamp drowned out the area around it in a hot, white blanket.

“Hey did you–”

He paused as he glimpsed the figures seated through his strained, hazy sight. Sam was staring at him quietly. He was fiddling with a bottle of the same beer, empty, in front of him. To his dismay, Samuel was not with him. Her face was a mixture of emotions, though he could hardly see through the light. Terrified, worried, confused. She stared at him the same way she stared into his eyes when he was in her room, though she seemed to recoil in her seat as Dean’s eyes widened. His heart sank as the sounds of the water pipes, the street, the tv upstairs all began to fade out, as the backing track of miss-matched bass ticking in his ears became a thunderous roar at the forefront of his mind.

“Uhm, the uh, the eye thing is to be expected.”

Sam’s voice was a whisper, intended only for Lisa, but Dean heard it as clearly as if he was standing a foot away. His mind jumped to the nest. In the gloom, when the light caught their eyes, it reflected, like a deer when the car headlights scanned the countryside.

Or like a wolf.

She was holding a hand up to her mouth now. Sam had begun to slowly rise from his chair.

“Oh god. I– I gotta go.” 

He barely blurted out the words, tossing the bottle of beer into the sink as he veered on the spot and bolted for the bathroom door. Past the table. Past the sound. The unbearable, overpowering sound.

“Dean, wait!”

Slamming the door behind him, he cursed when he remembered there was no locking latch. Pressing his weight into it, he felt the door handle turn gently. He pushed back against it, digging the heels of his boots into the grooves of the tiled floor as he let himself collapse in a slump at its base, breathing in shallow pants. The bathroom was his escape, the walls dampened the sound, he could turn on the tap to create white noise if he needed to. The shower was the only time he felt safe. The drowning sound of the water droplets blocked everything else in the world out.

He could hear it, through the door. Two channels in parallel, overlapping. The beating, beating, beating, beating, beating.

“Dean please don’t jump out the window again!”

-

Creaking the door open just enough to peer out, he sighed in relief when he saw the hotel room was empty again. Sam was standing near the door, the lamp turned off. He turned around and began to walk back towards the table, hitting the corner of one of the beds in the process, making him stumble. Dean would have laughed, if it had been any other day.

It suddenly occurred to Dean that it was dark. It was late, the blinds were down, and all the lights had been turned off. He could see everything as clearly as if it was a normal, overcast day. Sam was clearly struggling in comparison, as he slowly walked holding his arms out to avoid crashing into another obstacle. Once he had made it to the chair, he sat down and looked in the direction of the bathroom, though Dean could see he wasn’t exactly sure where to look.

“You can come out now, Dean. She’s gone.”

He could have told Sam that.

“The hell’d you let her in here for in the first place, Sam!” 

He gingerly took a few steps out of the comfort of the bathroom. The low thrum of Sam’s heartbeat was noticeable, but tolerable. 

“She was owed an explanation, Dean. She called me, practically demanded and honestly, she deserves to know what's going on.”

Sam was staring at him now, with that stupid puppy dog face he always used to get people to listen to him. Typical emotional bullshit. Didn’t work on him, though.

“I mean c’mon Dean how much have you kept her in the dark?”

“I almost bit her the first time, Sam. I came so close and I–”

“I would have stopped you.”

“Could you?”

Sam was silent. Grinding his jaw slightly, he breathed out and looked back towards the door.

“Shit, I’m sorry. Look, it's not your fault.”

Idiot.

He didn’t blame Sam for anything, genuinely. It was just bad luck and shitty timing. If he wanted to have, he could have pinned her to the floor and his teeth would be an inch deep in her throat before Sam even stepped inside the room again. If I wanted to… 

No. 

If I let myself. 

The realisation repulsed him. His arm ached. His stomach lurched. He couldn’t tell if he was going to be sick or if he needed to eat. Whatever that even meant to him anymore. He didn’t want to dwell on it, and returned to the kitchen. He once again reached for the fridge door, pulling it open despite the creaks and squeals in protest. Once again, forgetting to shield his eyes before the blinding brightness flooded his retinas. 

“Augh, god. Fuck.”

“What’s wrong with your arm?”

Dean glanced over at Sam, then down to his bandaged forearm. The white gauze was just visible underneath the edge of his rolled up sleeve as he reached into the fridge. The light of the bathed it in a sickening glow, the spots of red poking through were nearly impossible to hide.

“Nothing.” he responded curtly, kicking the door closed and shutting off the light.

[gemwolfz]

going on an adventure because i went to a queer event at the student center and they had nail polish and i was like hey that sounds fun :) and all they had was gel polish right? and previously unbeknownst to me, gel polish is a whole ordeal to get off! so im having to make an emergency walmart run because my poorly-applied nail polish is driving me insane. keroro playlist carry me through this. maybe i'll get some normal nail polish while im there. the type that doesnt want to cling to you for dear life. maybe even a more keroroesque green. or something sparkly. like idk i think i could make it work im just losing my marbles because the gel polish has caused fucking textures augh blargh aughhr

[fern1e]

TO THE PEOPLE SUGGESTING THAT THE F&C UNIVERSE IS TIED DIRECTLY TO SIMONS PSYCHE AND ALSO POTENTIALLY HES WRITING F&C AGAIN TO COPE? I love you I love you I love you

Dude dude DUDE BUT LIKE, THIS CHANGES SO MUCH? IF YOU LOOK THROUGH THE TRAILER AND CONSIDER FIONNA AND CAKE AS PARTIAL MOUTH-PIECES FOR SIMON IN SOME REGARDS IT SPEAKS A LOT, BECAUSE A PART OF HIM MUST ACTIVELY STILL BE SEAKING OUT THAT MAGIC THAT HE LITERALLY WAS AROUND WITH FOR 1K YEATS, AND HE FUCKIN STUDIED IT BEFOREHAND TOO! EVEN IN OBSIDIAN WE SEE HIM ACTIVELY TRYING TO COPE WITH ALL THOSE MESSY FEELINGS REGARDING HAVING BEEN ICE KING, AND THATS DEFINITELY MORE THAN JUST A ONE OFF JOKE NOW BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE THATS GOING TO DELVE INTO A LOT OF WHAT HES EXPRESSING AND JUST— AUGH

Imagine being part of this magical world as PART of what makes it magic and then suddenly someone pulls the rug out from under you and saves you, and it's not wrong that you were saved, but suddenly you're this normal guy in this fantastical world trying to cope with the fact that you knew you were magic but you can't be anything more than mundane without hurting yourself, but you so desperately want that escape and that means of grasping that rush again, and it's addiction maybe, or messy emotions, or just a whole ordeal that has fried you psychologically and you are just endlessly FRUSTRATED

There's a lot in this image here is what I'm thinking.

there's a whole lot. Because that's Simon, embodying the ice king persona while still being himself. And this is so clearly not a waking moment for him because of thos art style shift but it's definitely expressing something he craves, and God this series is going to be FUCKED! I love it.

[de-attolis]

HI KD LIKE TO TALK ABOUT OUR LORD AND SAVIOR THAT UNWANTED ANIMAL

WELL YOUVE COME TO THE RIGHT PLACE HELLO HI ARE YOU READY FOR TOTALLY NORMAL THOUGHTS BECAUSE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

ANYWAYS DO YOU EVER THINK ABOUT HOW THIS SONG IS LIKE A FANTASY STORY LIKE THE BEGINNING IS THE UNHAPPY MUNDANE BEFORE THE QUEST AND THEN AS THE SINGING CRESCENDOS LIKE THE UNKNOWN, THE QUEST IF YOU WILL, BEGINS TO APPEAR THE CALL TO THE JOURNEY AND THEN THE CANT YOU HEAR IT IS LIKE THE RESPOND TO THE CALL AND THROW THE PLATE AT THE WALL IS CROSSING THE FIRST THRESHOLD ANYWAYS DO YOU EVER IMAGINE LIKE A HUGE SPRAWLING CITY AND AN ALMOST LABYRINTH LIKE SITUATION AS SOMETHING IS TRYING TO STOP YOU THE FIRST VERSE AFTER THE RHYTHYM CHANGE SO MUCH IS THE TEST, ALLIES AND ENEMIES PART OF THE JOURNEY AND THEN THE APPROACH TO THE CAVE IS UP TO THAT PART AND YOU RIP MY RIBCAGE OPEN... THE ORDEAL ONCE AGAIN AND THESE PLATES THEY SMASH LIKE WAVES AND AND AUGH THE INSTRUMENTAL THE STRINGS YOU CAN HEAR THE LIKE FEAR AND FRANTICNESS OF IT ALL WITH THE RUNS AND THEN INSTEAD OF THE VICTORY YOU WOULD EXPECT THERES A LOSS THE ENDING IS LITERALLY AS IF YOURE FALLING FROM THE SKY LIKE THE GOD CHILD AND I-

anyways hi yes can you tell that thinking about this song helped me worldbuild a whole thing ajfdhskjkj

[made-nondescript]

Augh... Jimmy becoming smaller both from the whole toy ordeal and also the fae thing, and the going back to Gobland and seeing it completely different, now that he's not freakishly huge for like, everything. Quiet sense of, I could have known this better once. This could have been My Place if I had let it. I could have fit. But alas. Alas.