#dont mind me - this has been stuck in my mind and i NEEDED to yell this out

[kuratm]

❛ hmm ... people of amphoreus are rather ... sheltered from the rest of cosmos, huh? that's ... rather unfortunate ... ❜ cue an obvious, thinking expression, until she looks as if an idea popped in her head, out of nowhere. ❛ i wonder ... what will they think of rock n' roll? maybe i should play them some of my own songs. ❜

is sayu thinking of playing some of her hardcore, metal-focused music to unaware people - possibly giving them the biggest cultural shock yet? yes...yes she is.

[mattsobvimyfav]

roommates (Matthew sturniolo)

a/n - first story in a while!!

I grew up in Boston, Massachusetts, and I've dreamed about college ever since I could remember. Going to Umass was my goal because my grades weren't excellent, but they weren't bad. I had gotten accepted halfway through my senior year, along with about four other people from my high school. Chris Sturniolo was the first one to get accepted, second was me, third was some girl from my statistics class, and lastly was Matthew Sturniolo. I didn't mind Chris or Nick much. I was never best friends with any of them, but those two were fabulous. Matthew, on the other hand, was a total dickface.

Matthew Sturniolo, captain of the hockey team, disliked me because I got their practices on the ice cut down to two days of the week so my ice skating league could have the ice the other two days of the week, and the boys had it a third day for the games. It wasn't my fault, but my team needed to practice for our meetings on the weekend. Ever since that day in our sophomore year, he has had something against me, giving me nasty looks and saying rude remarks; he even got me thrown out of a class and detention because the teacher wanted to suck him off once he had something against me.

Today was finally the move-in day for college, and my dad was driving down in his car to meet me at our dorms. After the two-hour drive, we finally arrived, and I hopped out of my car to grab my dorm keys. I was supposed to have a single this year, but they accepted too many students, and now I am placed with some random dude. I dont mind, though, because housing said it should all be sorted out within a week.

I walked up to my dorm, saw the door unlocked, and gave it a light knock before opening it.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I said, seeing who was sitting on the bed opposite to mine

"No way. No. This has to be some sick joke." Matthew Sturniolo said as he stood off the bed

"This is my dorm. Get out." I said, waving the key in his face

"Your dorm? Check again, princess. My name's already on the door." He pushed past me, pointing to his name tag outside the door

I march to the door and check the name tags. "No, no, no. This has to be a mistake. There's no way they'd stick us in the same room." I threw my bag down on the bed, holding my head. "I'll fix this." I pull out my phone to call housing

"Oh, please do. I'd love to see how fast they laugh at you. Housing is already maxed out." Matt said, leaning against his bed

'What are you talking about?" I looked back at him

"Everyone's been complaining about the overcrowding. I heard someone's living in a storage closet in South Hall. You're stuck with me." He smirked at me

"This can't be happening," I said before storming out of the dorm to find my father with my other stuff. I knew I could do nothing about this, considering I already knew housing was dead and gone to me. My father and I carried my things up to the second floor. My dad liked the sturniolos because he and his father worked together when they were younger.

"Matthew!" My dad said, opening up the door. I rolled my eyes in annoyance. "You gonna take care of my daughter this year!" He said as Matt got up to shake my father's hand

"Of course, Mr. y/l/n." They shook hands, and my dad turned back toward me.

"Do you want me to stay and help, or do you want to do this alone?" he asked, knowing I would much rather do things alone. Ever since my mom left, I've learned to be independent.

"I want to set it up; thank you so much, Dad," I said, wrapping my arms around his neck. He hugged me back before kissing my forehead and turning towards Matt.

"I mean, it is safe, both of you," He pointed between us.

"I love you, Dad!" I yelled while he walked out

"Love you, honey." My dad closed the door behind him, and I turned toward all of my boxes, sighing

"Do you—" Matt started to talk before the door knocked; he turned and walked to open the door.

"Matt, you left your charger in my—" Chris walked in and stopped when he saw me. "Wait a second. What's she doing here?"

"I have the same question," I said, rolling my eyes as I opened one of my boxes.

"Chris. She's my roommate." Matt said in an annoyed voice

"No way. No freaking way." Chris said, bursting into laughter. I rolled my eyes again.

"This is perfect. You and Matt? Sharing a dorm? This is better than any sitcom." He continued laughing to himself

"Told you it's gold," Matt said, turning towards me.

"This isn't funny!" I said, looking up at them

"Oh, it's hilarious. You two can't even stand to be in the same room for five minutes, and now you're stuck here for a whole semester?"

"I'm calling housing," I say, grabbing my phone off the bed.

"Oh, sure. "Hi, housing? Can you please move me because I hate my roommate's face?" Yeah, good luck with that." Chris said

"Admit it. You're a little jealous you don't get to live here." Matt winked at Chris

"Hmm. Sharing a room with y/n and listening to you two argue 24/7? She's hot, but No, I'll stick with my roommate. He's chill." I rolled my eyes at him as he placed Matt's charger heading towards the door. "Well, this will be a fun semester—for me, anyway. I'm going to stop by every day to watch the chaos."

"Open invitation, bro," Matt said. I huffed and started unpacking my boxes, regretting not asking my dad to stay and help. "Do you want some help? I may not like you, but you'll need it." I contemplated for a minute before deciding it would be easier to accept.

"If you could please." He nodded, grabbed one of the boxes, and got to work.

After three hours, we finished decorating and unpacking all of my items. "Thank you for helping; I need to go shower," I said, grabbing a towel and heading towards our bathroom.

"Ya, there's a party tonight in the hockey house. You can go with Chris he said" Matt said, keeping his gaze on his phone.

"Send me Chris' number, and I'll talk to him." I said, walking towards the bathroom, "What's your number? We are living together anyways." I gave him my number and walked into the bathroom. I started the shower, turned on the Christmas lights, and provided the bathroom with more obedience. I took a half-hour shower and changed into some sweats and a tank top, walked out of the bathroom, and grabbed my phone to see a text from Matt and my best friend, Morgan. I quickly texted Chris, saying it was me, and texted Morgan back, telling her about the roommate situation.

"Wow, you've been standing in the same spot for seven minutes; you're zoned out on your phone," Matt said, interrupting my text conversation with Morgan.

"Sorry, I'm texting Morgan. Did you need something?" I asked, putting my phone on my desk, which I turned into a vanity.

"Morgans pretty hot. Is she ever going to come to visit?" He said, putting his arms behind his head

"If you ever even tried, I'd kill you," I said in a deadly serious tone; he threw his arms up in defense.

"I was just telling you I'm going to the hockey house, dont wait up," He said as he walked out the door.

I sat down in my vanity chair, contemplating the situation I was in when I heard my phone start buzzing.

"Hello?" I said, picking up Chris' phone call

"What are you doing?" He said

"I am going to start getting ready?" I told more of a question

"Great, I'll be there in a minute." He hung up the phone before I could object. After a literal minute, I heard a knock on my door. "Come in!" I yelled. Chris walked in, wearing a black Harley-Davidson shirt, baggy jeans, and a black beanie. "Hey," I said, returning to my mirror and brushing my hair.

"Are you going to the party with me tonight?" he asked as he lay on my bed; I nodded yes. I couldn't lie. He looked hot. "Great, we are leaving in an hour." I checked my clock, seeing it was already nine. I hadn't eaten all day, so if I even attempted to drink at this party, I would be hammered.

"That sounds good. Can you play some music?" I asked because I needed to charge my phone. I got up from my vanity as 'She' by Frank Ocean and Tyler, the creator, started playing; I was happy with Chris' choice of music. I walked to my dresser, grabbed my favorite pair of low-rise baggy jeans, and then went to my closet, pulling out a black-laced crop top. "I'm going to change," I told Chris, walking towards the bathroom.

Once I was finally changed, I left the bathroom, and Chris looked up from his phone. "I'll have to watch you around all those hockey players." I laughed at his remark and sat down at my vanity, doing my mascara. I never really learned how to do makeup properly, and after my mom left and was raised by my dad, I never got into it.

After 40 minutes of fixing myself, I was finally ready. "Alright, let go," I said, slipping on my Converse. Chris exited the bed, slipped on his shoes, and walked towards the door with me. "Do you want a coat? We are walking there; it's a ten-minute walk down the road, " he asked, looking me up and down.

"No, it's still seventy, but it'll be good." I grabbed my keys and walked out the door, holding it for Chris; I locked the door behind us and slipped my can of Zyns in my front pocket and my phone in my back pocket." Zyns, really?" he asked, looking down at me.

"Hey, I'm quitting vaping. They help when the nicotine craving gets bad." He shrugged, understanding where I was coming from

"So I know nothing about you; tell me something about yourself," Chris asked as we walked out of our building

"There's not much really; I grew up with just my dad, playing sports and lived like I didn't have some big interesting life. how about you?" He shrugged

"Same thing, I grew up with both my parents, though." I laughed at his remark, and we walked the rest of the way in a comfortable silence

"Are you drinking tonight?" He asked, stopping me on the porch of the house

"I think so, why?" I was confused about why he was asking

"I'm just going to smoke then; better to be safe than sorry," I admired him, wanting to keep me safe. He opened the door, and I was immediately hit with the smell of weed and liquor. I huffed it in and started going through the house while Chris held onto my belt loop; I entered the kitchen, and Matt was talking to some blonde girl.

"Hey, Matty!" I said, putting my hands on his shoulders. He turned around to see Chris and me. He returned to the girl and told her he'd see her later. She seemed a little butt-hurt about it and stomped away.

"You actually look presentable," Matt said in a sarcastic tone, which caused me to take in his appearance. He was wearing a plain black tee showing off his sleeve of tattoos I'd never noticed before and a pair of jeans. He also looked pretty good.

"Not too bad yourself, Matthew," I crossed my arms. "Where are the drinks?" I asked, looking around

"Come on," he said, walking towards the fridge. "Twisted, ice, or a mixed drink?" he asked, looking back at me; I contemplated for a minute before seeing a bunch of people taking shots

"An ice, please. It's the best chaser," I said, grabbing it from his hand and walking towards the people taking shots. Matt and Chris followed behind.

"Everyone, this is my roommate, y/n." A group of guys who I guess are on the hockey team with Matt turned towards me and said some heys and hi's

"Can I get one, please?" I said, and one of them handed me a green kinky. "I, Steven," he said. "I y/n. Nice to meet you." I opened the nip and cheered it with his before taking it back and following it with my Smirnoff.

After an hour of taking shots and mingling with Matt and Chris' friends from the team, Matt and Chris decided it was time to smoke. I was already drunk, so I was ready to take a break. "This way," Matt said, leading Chris and me down the stairs. I guess this was more for me because Chris had been there before. I grabbed my Zyns and put one in to get a good headrush as we made our way to a toke circle. I sat next to Chris with Matt on his other side; he's been friendly with me tonight, so hopefully, it stays like that.

We sat in the basement talking nonsense for I dont even know how long, considering I was highly drunk as the time went on. "Can we go get food, please!" I said to the two boys, Matt looked down at his phone, and I saw it was already one am. "Yeah, let's go," Matt said, standing with Chris. I felt a little dizzy, so I grabbed Chris's belt loop as he did to me earlier, following them out of the house.

"Mcdonalds is the only thing open, so that's what you're getting," Matt said as we headed towards his car

"Fine by me, sir! " I said, climbing into the backseat. I decided it was easier to lie down, which caused me to fall asleep.

[sherbertquake56]

okay I’m dropping some of my fable arcane au thoughts before the new episodes drop tomorrow even tho most of it is based on season 1 anyway—

so some basic taggings for you that I based the AU around:

1. Icarus as Jinx.

powder vs jinx is just the sherbert vs icarus name thing. toxic father. unhealthy relationship with sibling. a lil crazy and maybe evil. thinks that they are at fault for the things around them. lil bombs? nah- little SPLASH potions. hearing and seeing mylo and claggor? it’s Haley- it’s literally Haley—

2. Fable as Silco.

okay fable’s design WAS partially inspired by silco— they literally look the same— they’re both a man with two priorities: take over and make his own nation & care for child.

you know the ending scene of season 1? where they’re sitting at the table? THAT. With Jinx assuming that he’s gonna give her up to topside and him getting the first chance to talk and saying “her name is JINX!” i could write an essay on that for icarus. they’re so toxic and it’s so perfect. also that scene at the start of s2 ep2? YEAH THAT—

3. Centross as Ekko

This one is controversial and up to debate but i will die on this hill— SO THE S1 BRIDGE FIGHT. I am so willing to put aside any possible prison duo gay-ness in this AU for that rivalry/fight. they were friends!!! they were so good!! and now they wanna KILL EACH OTHER!! it’s great.

It’s also specifically thinking of Ekko’s tree home as solstice— older Ekko very much has the vibe of Violet specifically-

4. Arisanna as Sevika

I DONT KNOW WHY BUT IT MAKES SENSE TO ME. It’s specifically vexed Ari during the coworkers era but idk it just feels right— I look at her relationship with Silco and Jinx and go ‘hmmm this could be something’

[I will also say there is an argument here for swapping Centross and Ari tho— big tree city as Ari rebuilding the records goes hard, and angsty fighty toxic with jinx centross is also good— it’s like 50/50 for me]

5. Isla as Vander

LET ISLA BE A BADASS IN THIS AU. SHE DESERVES IT— something something raising vi and powder alone, something something the backstory with silco— there’s something there and it hits really hard in scenes where vi sees vander and helps her get back up— also I look at jinx and vander and I go “mmmm this is in fact how icarus sees Isla”

6. Rae as Vi

This was obvious given the above but LISTEN— in this ALTERNATE UNIVERSE OF EVENTS I think it would be fun- do I think that vi perfectly fits canon rae? no. But in this world it would KICK ASS. rae deserves to beat some people up— got kicked out of the overworld (zaun) by fable (silco) and had to go to the end (piltover) to get away from him?? rae end prince aus are already here so why not end rae also punching people huh??? also. gay people.

———

Okay— here’s where I need some help, thoughts, and opinions from you all…

1. Caitlyn.

POLYAMORY IS HARD TO TAG AND I DONT KNOW WHO FITS BEST?? For me, season 1 Caitlyn fits best as Caspian, but season 2 Caitlyn is more for Fenris— so I’m very stuck. yes absolutely give thoughts on this please—

2. Viktor as Aax (but how does that work)

Viktor absolutely should be Aax— mr. Scientist / lab experiment / turned religious figure vessel for god is CORRECT. But honestly the rest of Piltover gang is really hard with Rae as Vi— Jayce/Viktor/Mel is yelling at me to be the polycule but aGH— ya know??? very stuck on this so I instead look at the coworkers and go “mm good yes—”

Random other tags I think also make sense:

- Ulysses as that Telchin looking mf Stev— mans took out one lil medical device as his fish self and I said YUP

- The hexcore big orb thing underground as Quixis— big white glitch orb room make things go wack. couldn’t be easier than that.

———

Anyways that’s all— I’ve been rotating this in my mind for like a week and have had way too many thoughts about it thank you for your time—

[theidiotwhowritesthings]

Okay so like, I’ve never requested anything so I don’t really even expect you to see this lol. But likeeee, can I possibly request a Din Djarin x reader, where neither the reader or Din know Grogu has the armor under his robe that the armorer gave him, and something happens where Grogu gets hurt and they both lose their minds before getting to him and realizing little dude is just fine. Please and thank you 🥹

Ooooh this is a good prompt. Speaking of, if you've asked for one then it's probably on my to-do list, but i am slow🤡. plus, updates of AFS and a couple other things come before random drabbles.

Din Djarin x Female!Reader

Word Count: 1.7k (i dont think I'm capable of writing less than a thousand words apparently smh)

AT FAULT

"don't let fear make your decisions." -Michael G. Manning

The quarry was laid on his back as a pool of purple blood began to settle in the sand under him. The twi'lek was motionless and your breathing was finally starting to calm. In one arm you held Grogu who seemed nonplussed by the violence at hand and in your other you held the still smoking blaster. When you managed to tear your eyes off the quarry's body they lifted to land on Din who stood stiff on the other side of the body.

"What the kriff was that?" Din snapped. His entire body was drawn taut like a wired rope pulled to tight. He was nearly vibrating in place and the anger that leaked into his voice was palpable. "Karking⏤ what the hell do you think you're doing out here!?"

His tone made your already irritable mood worse. You stuck the rarely used blaster back into the holster at your thigh. "Apparently, saving you! Maybe show a little gratitude!"

"Grati⏤” The word wasn’t even able to leave Din’s mouth. He stormed forward, boots passing the dead quarry, until he stood right in front of you. Close enough that the Mandalorian was forcing you to tilt your head up to look at him. You knew he stood that close on purpose⏤ he wanted to tower over you right now. “The two of you could’ve gotten killed! I told you not to leave the Razor Crest!”

“We’ve been on that ship for two weeks straight, Din!” You argued. “We just wanted a little fresh air⏤”

“I told you this quarry was dangerous, I said⏤”

“All your quarries are dangerous, Din. You⏤”

“When I tell you to stay on the damn ship,” Din grabbed your by the arm not holding Grogu, “I expect you to kriffing listen. Dank farrik, cyar’ika.” The way he spat out your usual nickname made you wince. “I told you this quarry was bad news⏤”

“And I told you that you shouldn't have taken the bounty!” You yelled and tried to yank your arm free. Din held on tight, and Grogu began to babble worriedly in your arms. “I told you we should take a break! Take a breath! We all need it, even you. Especially, you!”

You yanked your arm back again and this time it broke free. Din settled on placing his hands on his hips, but you could still feel his anger radiating off of him. Tempers had been running high the last few weeks, stuck on a close quarter ship while stressing over the Empire being on your heels, and it seemed the two of you were finally letting it come to a head.��

“It’s naive of you to think we have the time for a break.” Din seethed. “I take bounties so we can afford fuel to run, food to eat, and⏤” He shook his head, taking in a sharp breath before continuing. ��You tell me to show you gratitude? Gratitude because you risked yours and Grogu’s life for me?” Din took one step toward you and you took two steps back so he stayed a foot or so away. He pointed to himself. “Everything I do, my only priority, is keeping you and Grogu safe. Away from the Empire. So, how about you show a little gratitude and stay on the damn ship when I tell you to.”

Grogu whined in your arms and you shifted him to the other in a poor attempt to console him. You weren’t ready to climb onto the Razor Crest quite yet. You weren’t done with this fight. Din’s anger and words only spurring you on further.

“You think I’m not grateful for all you do?” You spat. “Of course, I am, you ass! I just hate watching you burn yourself into the ground for us. You need to take care of yourself too, Din. That involves taking a break now and then! That’s why I suggested leaving this bounty untouched. I just want to help.”

Din nodded once then tilted his head. “Right. Yeah. Putting Grogu and yourself at risk was a lot of help. I feel much better. Thank you, cyar’ika.”

You scoffed, “You know what, Din? You are⏤”

The sound of an unfamiliar chuckle and your eyes snapped from the dark t-shape visor to the quarry sitting up with a menacing grin. It took less than a second. It happened so quickly that your mind couldn’t register the movements fast enough.

A blaster raised.

A blaster fired.

And, you didn’t have the time to spin away. The force of the blaster bolt knocked you right off your feet and onto the ground. 

You heard Din scream, the sound hoarse and raw and broken, then you heard another blaster go off. As you laid on your back, you realized you weren’t hurting. Your back was a little sore from landing on it, but you didn’t feel the sharp burning pain of a blaster scorching through your skin. That’s when your brain finally clicked. That’s when you realized. Grogu. Oh, Maker. Grogu. Grogu, baby⏤ Your eyes snapped down to see the little boy’s eyes closed and the front of his robe was blackened from the blow.

The scream that filled the air this time was yours. You felt the sound reverberate in the base of your throat, it rattled your chest, but the only noise you could hear was the racing heartbeats that pounded in your ears. You sat up, cradling him to your chest, and you could feel gloved hands pawing at your arms. Someone was trying to take him⏤ someone was trying to take him from you. You screamed once more, your body shook, and a gloved hand cupped the side of your face. Nothing registered until you saw Grogu blink his big eyes open. Your breath caught in your throat. That same gloved hand pulled aside Grogu’s ruined robe and the telltale shine of beskar stared back up at you. A mudhorn adorning the plate that Grogu wore at the center of his chest.

Grogu let out a soft mumble and smiled up at you. 

“Oh, thank the Maker.” Din breathed. “Cyar’ika. Cyar’ika? Cyari’ka!” A hand titled your face up, tearing your eyes away from Grogu who was wiggling in your tight grip. You met the dark t-shape visor of Din’s helmet. “Are you okay? Did it clip you? Are you hurt?”

You shook your head and opened your mouth, but all that came out was a ragged sob. Even after Din pulled you both into his arms, you continued to cry against his silver beskar plated chest until your own chest ached from how badly each sob racked your body. Grogu seemed content to be squashed between you and Din. 

Hours later, in the quiet of hyperspace, Din sat in the pilot’s chair with you on his lap, cradled against his body, while you held Grogu tight to yours. It seemed since the incident Din refused to let either of you go, and you had no desire to complain. Having his arms wrapped around you while you watched Grogu sleep was the safest you had ever felt.

“I’m so sorry, Cyar’ika.” Din whispered. His unmodulated words were muffled by the way he rested his face at the top of your head⏤ buried his lips into your hair to continue peppering light kisses anywhere he had access. In this position, your head tucked under his, you couldn’t see his face. “I am so, so sorry.”

You shook your head lightly. When you spoke, your voice was ragged from screaming earlier, “No, I am. I should’ve listened to you, Din. I should’ve stayed on the ship.” Your eyes began to water again. “I almost got Grogu killed.”

“No. No, that wasn’t your fault. Ner mesh'la cyar'ika, ibic hara cuyir pal'vut.” Din mumbled the end of his sentence in Mando’a. “You were right. I shouldn’t have taken that bounty. I can’t lose the two of you and I’ve grown… obsessive in trying to protect you.”

“It’s worked. You’ve kept us safe. If I had listened to you⏤”

“You’re not prisoners. I can’t lock you away from the world because of my fear.” Din cut in. You let your free hand trace down the small bridge of Grogu’s nose and he scrunched it up at the contact while staying soundly in his sleep. Nothing Din would say could rid you of this guilt entirely. If he wanted to claim the mistake he could, but that didn’t make it any less your fault as well. “Please speak to me.”

You closed your eyes and lifted your head so you could press a kiss against Din’s throat. He shuddered and sighed at the touch. “Can we just agree that this is both of our faults?”

“We can.” Din shrugged, his arms tightened around you. “But I'd rather you not take any of the blame.”

“Yes, well, unfortunately as we’ve learned, I’m not good at listening.” You mumbled.

Din chuckled. “Good. I don’t want you to blindly listen to me. Your ideas are equally as good as mind, if not occasionally better.” He closed the space to press a soft kiss against yours. It was sweet and tender. Not a declaration of lust or desire, but a reassurance that you were there. Din broke away to whisper. “But if you could at least let me know when you are leaving the ship, I’d appreciate it.”

“Only if you promise to take us somewhere pretty soon.”

“I’m already ahead of you, cyar’ika.” As he spoke, his lips brushed against yours and you had no desire to lean back away from him. Din moved his hand and you could feel his hand brush against the side of your arm every time he soothingly rubbed Grogu’s head. “Crest is on route to Naboo.”

You pressed another light peck of your lips against his before leaning your head back down against his chest. Din settled his head back on top of yours, and you felt the soft caress of his thumb against your arm from the hand that was wrapped around you. Din pulled you and Grogu a hair closer, and you reveled in the silence of hyperspace.

"Also, when did Grogu get a mudhorn beskar chestplate?"

"Your guess is as good as mine."

mando'a translations

Ner mesh'la cyar'ika, ibic hara cuyir pal'vut. [My beautiful darling, this sin is mine.]

[harrystylesfan2686]

Battle

Pairing: Rhysand x Reader

Summary: You and Rhys talk things out after he refuses to let you go into hybern war.

A/N: hehe First Rhysand fic. I love this. Also I'm so bad at writing titles you guys I swear. Please tell me a better title so I can change this one.

Masterlist

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"Are you kidding me?!" You yell the second you enter Rhysands tent, knowing full well the anybody outside can easily here but you don't care.

"You ordered Azriel not to send me out?" You were in the middle of a battle and apparently you High Lord had told his shadowsinger not to give his second in command any assignment.

It only fuled your anger when he answered without looking at you,"Yes I did."

"Do you realize how embarrassing that was for me?"

"Embarrassing?"

"Yes!"

"That's what you're thinking about? How embarrassing it was for you?" His displeasure clear in his voice.

"Yes! Everyone had positions, everyone had tasks and I was just standing there with nothing as my Spymaster told me to stay back because the High Lord ordered him so." The mock in you voice makes him look at you, finally leaving the papers.

"I didn't sent you because I don't want to endanger you. I don't want be on that battle field and worry about you every second. I don't want to be wondering if you are safe or laying there in the pile of bodies where I probably wouldn't be able to find you. So I apologise, if it embarrasses you to stay where you are safe but I wont-," His voice cracks. "I can't see you in danger."

Oh.

The realisation flared your eyes and you look down in an attempt of hiding you surprise.

The two of you had been kind of a pair before he got stuck under the mountain. You loved him, still do but never told him because how can a High Lord love a mere spy like yourself. The two of you were clearing interested in each other before you got the news that he is stuck with Amarantha.

You wanted to go after him, to save him but Azriel had strictly denied you to do so. And when he finally came back, after fifty years, you thought maybe he had moved on. There was no way he could still be interested in the same person after five decades, only you were stupid enough to do so.

So you didn't do anything about it, only keeping things strictly profession after he came back. Until now.

The two of you were silent for a few minutes before he sighed and said in a tone a lot calmer than before,"I'm sorry I shouldn't have talked to you like that."

He puts in hands one his face, resting his elbows on the desk table in front of him, refusing to look at you anymore. You don't know what to say, so you just say the first thing that comes into your mind.

"I thought you and Ferye were..." You trail off, wincing as he looks at you, his expression making you regret your words.

"No, no. We are just allies, that's all. Friends maybe but not anything more." He looks physically ill at the thought of them together and your lips curl upward a little. He then again looks down, can't seem to look at you for more than a minute.

You slowly walk upto him, standing beside him and turning him around by his shoulders to look at you. "Rhysand, I understand that you fear for me but I'm Azriel's second, I can look after myself. I mean being the Spymaster's second has to mean that I'm good at surviving, right?"

His violet eyes look for your reaction as he gently tugs you to him, when you dont push him away, he hugs you. You now stand between his legs, him sitting gives you a small advantage of hieght and he rests his forehead to your chest, wrapping his arms around your waist, he sighs. "I just don't want to lose you."

His voice melts you, sounding so small and vulnerable, turning every thought in your head about him. Your hands lift to wrap around him too, one resting on his shoulders and the other gently running fingers through his silky hair.

"I'm going to be alright, Rhysand. You are too, we are going to need every help we can get in this war. And I can't just sit hear worrying about you all, while you go fight for your life out there. I'm a big girl, Rhys, I can handle myself."

He sighs and you know you've won this argument. He lifts his head to look at you with the most serious expression he can master and says,"Fine. But if something happens to you out there, I'm bringing you back, screaming and kicking, even on my shoulder if you don't listen. I'll even tie you to the bed if I have to."

"Promise?" You smirk.

His eyes narrow,"Yes and I'll fuck you senseless after as a punishment for not listening to me."

You laugh, silently agreeing because you're looking forward to doing that either way.

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[bonchobrick]

(angst alert !! death + slight blood tw !!)

Tim is stuck in a sticky situation and has to call a certain 'spooky' friend for help.

Jason would probably call him a dumbass for trying to do something so stupid. Well, atleast thats what Tim thinks Jason would do, he isn't for sure though, he isn't certain.

Because Jason's laying on the ground with a flat pulse and he wont be giving him any answers anytime soon.

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“Don' look so weird replacement, its just anoth’r day in gotham.” His brother slurs with the slight quirk of his lips

"Jason don't fucking do this to me!" Tim hisses tears cursing his eyes

And Jason, oh that bastard—bleeding out on the pavement and in Tim’s arms sends him his classic beaming Robin Smile. 

"Love ya' little bro take care of yo'rself, kay?" he says eyes fluttering

"Jay," Tim cries, "You dick."

For all the joy and hope and belief his smile conveyed for the first time in a long time—his red blood muddled what should’ve been such a nice sight. Tim held him on the pavement with someone yelling on the comm mic on the floor that he just can’t bother trying to pay attention to. 

The pavement is cold. The air is cold. His brother is cold. It’s all so cold tonight. 

All the younger boy does close his eyes and slowly, In. Out. In. Out.

He lets himself breathe for a minute. Lets the horror wash over him. Lets himself absorb what just happened,

Then he gets back to work. 

Like a switch his brain is back online running at a hundred miles an hour–what is the best scenario, what should I do when my brother's wrist is limp and his eyes are shut, what do I do if he’s dead again, what can i do, how can I Fix. This.

Thoughts cloud his mind, whirring around his head like layers and layers of messy documents has just been dumped on his desk and he’s shuffling through them panicked trying to find the right file because its somewhere here, there is something and he just needs to sort. it. out. And–

Then it all becomes clear. 

His desk is back to clean and stationary. All of the papers are gone back into neat piles in neat manila folders, stored away in tidy filing shelves–

Everything is gone aside from one little yellow sticky note in the center of the desk.

“Well, Jay?” Tim chuckles with a cracked voice, “Second times the charm right?”

In his mind, at the center of it all, on a yellow sticky note lies the words in green ink: ‘Contact The Ghost King.’

Slowly he shifts and with a loud grunt he lifts up Jason, “Up we go!”

“--im? Why do you have Red Hood’s Comm–Tim what happened! Tim!” the comm speaker plays faintly in the background of his head, “Tim! Whatever you’re thinking off doing, don’t!” someone Tim can’t think about hisses

Tim hums absentmindedly towards the mic, almost automatically, “Don’t worry Babs, I’ve got it covered.”

Walking away from the roof he thinks to himself, I wonder where Jason would wanna wake up? Perhaps his apartment? Yea, i think that would go well by him–let’s head to the apartment.  

And just like that Tim leaves a crime scene—shuffling away with a dead body over his shoulder and a plan.

“Jay,” Tim murmurs to the corpse on his shoulder, “You’re really gonna hate this, but i’m doing this for you anyways cause I love you. So dont be too hard on me when you wake up okay asshole?”

Tim stumbles off into the stairwell making his descent and sometime as he walks away Barbara faintly catches him on the comm saying

“-Your gonna love Danny and making your lame 'im a dead guy' jokes with him man .”

[the-s1lly-corner]

Getting in an argument w/ Slenderman

wooo part three of this silly little mini series, you can find the other two parts in the creepypasta masterlist! its in my pinned! side note this song has had a choke hold on me since yesterday, been playing it on loop while writing back to the post i think imma write this part and maybe another part then take another break, need to go eat

oooo okay so this one is going to be interesting because i think a lot of the time he just kind of rolls with what you want as long as it doesnt stand in the way of his plans and whole deal

but on the chance you guys get into a disagreement, one that leads to you two (well mostly you) arguing, its a lot calmer than you would expect

heres the thing, hes this old ancient being that literally 'hunts' via stalking, hes probably very patient and really its your time that your wasting; hes still going to be here far longer than you will be

if its something that puts your physical or mental health hes going to do what he deems as best for you, which may lead to some boundary breaking... perhaps thats what you guys end up fighting over?

really you can yell at him for as long as you want, hes not going to fight back thanks to the patience thing.. .though if you do say something out of line he will snap back

if its the case of him going behind your back doing what he feels is necessary to protect you or better your life its unlikely that hes going to apologize

this is probably going to be the closest i will ever get to writing something that can fit into yandere territory, but in his mind he thinks what hes doing is for the best and either way youre stuck with him and hes going to be damned if you try to back out now

even if it leads into the end of your relationship hes going to be lingering in the background making sure youre still alive, at least

okay and then you guys rekindle because he ends up saving your life/j

actually wait that sounds like an interesting scenario, might save that for later if not you guys are free to run with that

okok going back to more softer stuff, if you guys dont break up or it isnt that serious, hes probably going to give you gifts or offerings if youre giving him the cold shoulder

does he think you giving him the silent treatment is immature? yes, but hes still trying to fully wrap his head around human behaviors so hes not going to talk about it, for now at least

that said i do think he might have a bit of a temper, although he mostly shows it to others.. it likely wont ever happen in a heated argument with you, but he is prone to getting snarly and mean with others

[remcycl333]

Hi, I really enjoyed reading your indepth post today on how to fulfill ourselves. I really admire you and the “states girlies” a lot because you guys really know your stuff!

I have a bit of a scenario that i’ve been “stuck” in and in my own head about, if you have time i would really appreciate some advice.

So i’ve been “manifesting” my sp for a little over 2 years now using law of assumption, but in reality i’ve only TRULY been manifesting him using states for the last 8 months. I have a really good understanding of states thanks to you and twitter pages, edward art and neville. I promise I don’t focus on time (until recently when i was making plans for my future which i always assumed my sp would be here for) and I never intended that manifesting takes a long time. I’ve experienced many quick manifestations and I know sp is no different but im not sure where im going wrong. I always catch myself when im out of the state and redirect myself back and have been doing this daily for the last 8 months. I do feel fulfilled in my mind with him since I no longer have a “longing” for him nor do I expect him to take any action in the 3D because thats not my true world. I dont even feel bad/sad when “opposite” things seem to happen (such as him unfollowing me out of the blue) and I give stuff like that NO meaning because it GENUINELY doesn’t affect me since I know in imagination im happily married. I know you’ll tell me that im not truly fulfilled if the 3D is making me feel some type of way, but Im not sure how else to explain that I don’t know why not even the tiny bit of movement has happened (I dont want movement, I want my whole desire, just trying to say how in my physical senses there has been nothing experienced).

I keep up with your posts weekly and I know you’ll tell me that if im noticing the absence im not in the state, that im dominantly still in lack, etc but I truly felt like I was fulfilled. I never check the 3D, I never even have “opposing” thoughts (since thoughts are an indicator of my state) so I thought for months that everything is fine. Even now I am prioritizing my state because I know that by writing this, I am being in an unfulfilled state, but im not sure what else to do. After a while it gets a little weird noticing it hasn’t reflected even though im fulfilled within. Am I doing anything wrong? I dont have a strong desire for my sp anymore because I worked a lot on myself and no longer need him, but I do wish to be with him still.

Thank you rem.

hi love! so im not in your brain, so i don't know every little thing you think/do throughout the day, so im gonna give u some examples of things i was accidentally doing whenever i was manifesting an sp that was keeping my 3d from reflecting, even tho i was sure i was 100% fulfilled. maybe you'll realize you're doing something similar and be able to stop it?

i'd prepare myself for what i'd say to my sp when he finally reached out, or i'd daydream about yelling at him when he did bc i knew before we got back together we'd have to talk about our past issues. this was contradicting the fact that i was manifesting already being in a relationship with my sp. why would i be identifying with those thoughts when i was already with my sp?

i like to daydream in order to fulfill myself, but sometimes i'd stop paying attention and accidentally slip into a state of longing without even realizing it. like i'd be daydreaming about something bc i desperately wanted to experience it in my reality, not because i was experiencing it in my 4D, if that makes sense. what i like to do to combat that is while im daydreaming i just like to tell myself that im re-living a memory and that im so happy this thing already happened/is happening. it helps me think from my desire instead of thinking of it!

my friends have shared that one of their mistakes while manifesting an sp was still wanting their sp to be missing them/obsessed with them/constantly thinking about how badly they wanted to be with them, daydreaming about scenarios of them being jealous, etc. this was making them identify with separation, when they really wanted to identify as their sp's partner.

similarly, an issue i had was focusing way too much on how my sp was feeling about me, instead of focusing on how i was feeling about them. when i'd daydream or imagine, i'd imagine them loving ME or confessing their feelings to ME, but then i realized that how i feel matters more than how they feel, because this is my reality! so instead i'd focus on how much i loved them and how amazing i felt being loved by them. that's why, as i mentioned in my most recent post, i changed from affirming "my sp loves me" to "i love my sp."

while manifesting my sp, i knew the first step of us getting back together would be him texting me, so every time i picked up my phone and i saw he hadn't texted me yet id feel sooo discouraged. what helped me with this was telling myself things like "ofc my sp didn't text me, he's literally in the same room as me why would he text me lol?" this would help me feel like we were already together!

i was still PISSED at my sp. idk what your story is with your sp, but mine was an ex, and i was mad at him for breaking up with me still. i had to forgive him because i was constantly holding onto that anger and fantasizing about yelling at him over it. this one might not apply to u depending on your relationship with your sp idk!

similarly, i'd find myself getting mad at my sp for not "conforming" to my affs? even tho he didn't even know i wanted him back? so once again i focused on feeling positively towards my sp and imagining how much i loved him. once i started focusing on the version of my sp that was such a good and loving and attentive boyfriend, he started showing up that way in my reality. remember, there is NO ONE TO CHANGE BUT SELF! focus on changing how YOU feel about your sp instead of how he feels about you!

i know you say that you never feel negatively about your sp or your situation, but as i've mentioned in other posts, sometimes the feeling of knowing feels like nothing. so while you're noticing nothing is happening in your 3D, you can still be accepting the fact that nothing is happening without it giving you any negative emotions.

my advice would be to implement the distraction technique. this is what helped me finally manifest my sp. i had a favorite person attachment to my sp (bc of my bpd) so i was thinking of him ALL day long, and sometimes i wouldn't be paying enough attention to know if i was thinking of him from the state of the wish fulfilled, or from the state of lack. so instead, every time i thought of him at all (negatively or positively) i'd say "it is done" (which instantly shifted me into the state of the wish fulfilled) and then force myself to think of something else. so many of my followers have had success with this technique! this technique isn't necessary at all (you're 100% allowed to think of your sp) but i found it rlly helpful for my adhd brain. it can also be really helpful for you if you can't pinpoint what you're doing wrong!

i really hope this post was helpful to you!! <3 let me know if anything helped!

[doofus-and-dragons]

This will more than likely be the last one of these I have. So, for the last time, here is my live reaction to the final season of TMA. These will be in no particular order because ice been listening to it over the span of a couple of weeks. I only listen to it at work.

TMA S5 Spoilers ahead

The cabin episode made me so sad. The eyepocolypse had even taken away their domestic bliss

I really don't remember the trenches that well. It's not a fear of mine, so it didn't shake me or stick well enough. Still good tho

The sickness episode sent me right back to senior year of highschool. I had to take a minute KXNSKXN

REVOLUTIONS WAS AMAZING I LOVED THE POETRY AND THE ACENGING OF SASHA BY KILLING NOT!SASHA. I love it.

At first I thought the worms was about Jane again but I was very wrong. It was a very interesting take!

Curiosity made me incredibly sad. I feel bad for Eric, Micheal, and Sarah(? Trinity? I don't remember. She was set on fire by a desolation avatar I think)

Also: Gertrude x Agnes perhaps???? Or at least solemn pinning? Maybe I just think it's slightly tragic to make it so and sometimes angst is good yknow?

Roots was ok, but the only part that stuck out to me was the jealous Martin scene. I listened to it like 3 times. I kept rewinding it just to list to it.

Fire Escape was SO good! It gave me a kind of manic energy as I listened to the descriptions of the fire.

Martin in the Lonely again made me cry. That's it.

"Who's this? Your boyfriend?" "Yes actually." "Oh...so is there anyway this doesn't end in me dead?"

The Basira and Daisy stuff actually did make me feel bad for Basira. Like, it's the apocalypse and she's having a whole ass crisis.

SALESA WAS INCREADIBLE

I wonder how he faked his death... man is talented and smart, I'll give him that

Skipping ahead to Martin's domain. Loved that. My boy isn't strictly human and I love that he can't deny that fact anymore.

Martin: Something something "one of you"

Jon, being a smug theater kid bastard boy: "One of us."

Like I heard that and I imagined him smirking ominously and gesturing with both his hands

He sounded so pleased that his boyfriend, as miniscule a role it had or that martin had, was like him, and I love that for him

I'm so glad Melanie and Georgie are happy. Though, the cult does weird me out (cults give me the heebie jeebies. It was a very nice touch!)

They deserve nice things.

Also, my favorite of the Cult members was Anil's character. I can't remember his name right off the top of my head, but he was wonderful. Anil did amazing with that little cameo/role

The scene where's he's arguing with Martin reminds me of that Jojo meme with jotoro and dio, but instead of stands they have their poetry clutched tight in their fists

"I dont need a poet." No, Jon, because you already have one. His name is Martin

Of course Jon gets trapped in the ocean when he doesn't have big string martin to row him out of it XD

SOMEWHERE ELSE SOMEWHERE ELSE SOMEWHERE ELSE

Annabelle Cane is wonderful, I'm so glad Jon didn't kill her. She's so chummy with Martin up until she has to be a dramatic villain and I love that for her!

The ladder episode made me grin like a maniac manly because I would be the Martin in that situation. I love the feeling of falling/floating, but I hate actually getting myself to fall. I physically can't do it. I can barely dive into the lake from my papaw's boat

Martin, there are thousands of fanfics that dive into you two getting together without the trauma. Don't even.

NO JON THE PLAN

Hey, real elias! That's where him being a stoner comes from! Because he is one! Nice.

I love og Elias, and I would protect him with my life I don't care.

Oh wait it was just Magnus dreaming

JON NO THE PLAN FUCKING HELL

I almost cried when Martin was yelling at Jon. The boys are fighting

THE KISS HOLY SHIT ALEX SAKD THEY WOULDNT KISS THEY KISSED AH

They're somewhere else being happy and domestic now you can't change my mind

[girlhorse]

I understand you might not want to share, but if you dont mind, what happened? no judgment of course shit happens

under cut bc its long and boring kinda but i need to vent lol

it's like... literally nothing. not even interesting really. when i got hurt last week it was while breaking company safety policy - in the salon I'm in, literally everyons breaks several policies daily, bc our manager doesn't enforce them and most of us including me don't know the actual rules because of this. I got "caught" essentially because i got injured, so now my boss has been giving me so much shit for it. I'll concede that i knew i was breaking the rules leading up to the incident, but it was a rule i thought was "safe" to break in that particular salon bc i was told it was ok by another employee that worked there.

fwiw i still don't think what i did caused the incident to occur, they are only related in that they happened close together. and it doesnt matter if they're not related bc corporate will see them as related either way

on top of this my boss since i started has been really hard on me for seemingly no reason. She called me rude & irritating to my face many times, which stopped after we had a meeting with the gm. she consistently has accused me of things i havent done and has it in her head that I'm slow at my job and incompetent.

I struggle to understand what she wants from me. Recently I left late due to being stuck on a difficult groom that was taking a long time, ans her response was to accuse me of purposely staying late (again mind you) in order to make more money ig. She then continued to threaten me with retraining. today i left on time despite having a busy day, after asking her if she wanted me to stay and clean or if she wanted me to clock out. she told me to clean my station and leave. i did that and I left, and after i left she got mad that i didnt clean and asked me to come back to clean which regrettably i did go back to do like..off the clock lol.

today was the first time ive worked with her since i got injured and since she became like... mad at me about it idk. and shes been kind of being snippy more than anything..i literally had a nightmare about working today last night bc I've been so out of my mind anxious all weekend (her way of communicating that I'm in trouble is to just hint at a looming meeting, tell me shes unhappy and like let me fuckin simmwr with rhat for hours or days) and while she disnt outright yell at me or anything today she just kept making snide remarks or criticizing me constantly, not just privately but in front of others too. today was just so busy and i was anxious and fawning the whole damn day because of it and im exhausted. i worked so hard and did my damn best to please her like..almost subconsciously. i felt like i was dissociating. i was very anxious all day and frazzled and had trouble focusing. it ended up getting me in trouble during closing too.

its just really frustrating bc it only seems to happen to me. My othsr coworkers stay late with her on busy days. and i feel confused about what she expects from me.

[alstroemerian-dragon]

thinking about the several month period where the survivors (plus the two who are already awake) work to 1) wake up mahiru 2) support her through healing and then 3) wake up peko

and how utterly Miserable that period of time has to be for fuyuhiko

(more under the cut because its another long one babey)

like. okay. heres a couple of disclaimers: this is a repeat, but i have not watched the anime. so if the character dynamics from it are your canon, just know i may not follow that. second, i… dont really think about mahiru that much. shes not really that much of a character to me, given what were given in canon, and the Casual Man Hating Mom Friend Lesbian (and i know she canonically has a crush on hajime so shes definitely bi or pan dont yell at me) trope just does nothing for me im sorry HOWEVER. in contrast to fuyuhiko, and in terms of what, in my brain, she does during the tragedy (which will probably WILDLY contradict literally everyone else’s opinions), there IS something in… her* arc post sim (that * will come back) that DOES interest me. bear with me

fuyuhikos ingrained belief system revolves almost entirely around the phrase ‘There is always a bigger fish.’ there is always going to be someone stronger, bigger, and more dangerous than you, so you have to work to be the strongest, biggest, and most dangerous you can in order to stay alive. along with that, he’s had very strangled views of what it means to be a Man shoved down his throat by most likely his father, so to him, being a man means being Big and Strong and Dangerous. but at the same time… he knows thats all bullshit. hes had other influences in his life, peko, his sister and, in my mind, his mother and other strong women high up in his clan, that have shown him the falsehoods of a lot of those claims. at the same time, he also knows, in the back of his head, that he physically can not meet those expectations for being a man. but… he is one. i think hes Solid in that. so it ends up all conglomerating and fighting in his head in a very confusing mess, which honestly has to be exhausting.

mahiru, by contrast, seems to have this very odd two-part system of beliefs, where being a man means being Confident and Strong and Protective, but at the same time, men are fundamentally Lazy and Stupid and Uncaring. women need to be protected by men, but also men are unnecessary. its… yeah its honestly familiar lmao. and some of this is the writers’ beliefs seeping in and some of it is bad writing but at the end of the day its what weve got.

so, to me, it really feels like the two of them would have absolutely hated each others guts during school. fuyuhiko is neither Big and Strong and Caring, nor is he Lazy and Stupid and Uncaring. he cares a lot, but not openly, or in a way that mahiru would easily recognize. hes an enigma in her eyes. and to fuyuhiko, mahiru is stuck in a frame of mind hes been fighting since he was a child, and as much as he’d try to be sympathetic, his anger has a tendency to get the better of him.

so… sato’s death would only have made this situation worse.

i dont think any of them knew he was responsible for her death. i dont think fuyuhiko told ANYONE aside from peko, especially since this would have been in their second year, after junko had begun sinking her talons into the entire class. how could he trust any of them? and he has to have known about her connection to mahiru, its the only way he could have found out she was involved in natsumi’s death. he kept it from her in particular, knowing she wouldn’t understand, knowing she would blame him, knowing it would just make things worse.

she probably doesnt realize the full extent of everything until… until after she wakes up.

im not gonna go too much into them as despairs, but lets just say that fuyuhiko… is responsible for a lot of bad things, even ones that happened to his fellow limbs. mahiru also did a lot of shit, but hiko i think is one of the only ones who hurt his so-called allies. and her cheery, fake, influencer-like attitude absolutely grated on him like crazy, resulting in a lot of screaming matches and even physical altercations.

so, when mahiru wakes up, her opinion of fuyuhiko is the lowest it could possibly be. hes an enigma, a stick in the gears, a man who hasnt yet shown his true colors and yet is also a violent, cruel dictator, fulfilling every expectation she has for the kind of man she expects the Ultimate Yakuza to be.

except he isnt. because by the time she wakes up, its been over a year and a half since the program shut down, and fuyuhiko is a very, very different person. and he doesnt have a low opinion of her at all. hes incredibly sympathetic to her situation, understands how much pain shes probably in, understands theres definitely a lot more under her surface beliefs that he doesnt see or know yet. thinks it was incredibly brave of her to stand up to him despite knowing he could be violent and dangerous.

and as the days go by, she sees that. sees him interacting with the others, sees him laugh at one of hajimes stupid jokes, sees him smile and roll his eyes at kazuichi’s physical affection, sees him lean on his cane when his leg flares up, sees him rubbing at the scars around his eye when they ache. sees how much respect he treats her with, how much space he gives her while not avoiding confrontations, because hes done running. hes been running for far too long, and hes done with it.

i think it takes a long time. weeks, maybe. months, possibly. but i think it starts to weigh on her mind, that she cant keep treating him like a criminal. like a weapon. cant keep ignoring his humanity in favor of the label of Violent Man that sits in her brain. and, additionally, interacting with the others, with hajime, with sonia, with kazuichi and sagishi. she starts to realize how utterly stupid the rigid gender structures that exist in her heard really are.

basically what im saying is i think mahiru is a he/him butch bi woman because i love to hit characters with the Cool Ass Gender ray. this is where that * comes back by the way thats why thats there because mahirus not a girl but also he is a girl but also hes not. hope this helps <3 also he and fuyuhiko are Worsties. they should eventually get to a point where they can both make jokes about the fact that fuyuhiko tried to kill him and can also have serious conversations about the sato and natsumi shit without devolving into unproductive arguing.

AND THEN PEKO WAKES UP FUCK THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ABOUT—

[lizard-shifter-noms]

Wayward Waters Chapter 14

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Hello everyone! Chapter 14!

absolute Chaos!!

this Story contains Vore, Dont like dont read.

have fun reading!

Content warning for this chapter; blood / death and just general violence and a bit of gore

and as always Reblogs are appreciated! (Also ASK’s are open so feel free to bother me!)

AO3 Link for those that prefer the layout there;

AO3 Wayward waters

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Quickly grabbing Robin I put him back onto the deck,  following swiftly while Nemas yelling was still distantly heard.

What the fuck was Cassidy doing? 

We were sailing right into what apparently was a very dangerous island and had a good two hundred enemy ships behind us!

He hadn't seemed like the type for betrayal,  After all, the entire Kariba island appeared to like him,  So what the HELL?

Changing the course now wouldn't do much to help, besides maybe Cassidy knew how to safely pass this dangerous island?

That really would make the most sense, but still what, aside from the scary appearance, was so dangerous about that island?

Robin had gone quiet,  now noticing as well the near insane amount of ships behind us as i half dragged him down the stairs to try and ask any of the crew what the fuck was going now while the ginger clung to my arm.

At least they seemed to have managed to undo the mess that locked the sail.

“Hey? What the hell is going on? I heard Nemas yelling about that island being dangerous? What's so bad about it?”

Ronan let go of a rope in startlement,  making the horizontal piece of wood where the sail was attached to swing around and hit Jamie who was climbing around.

Jamie of course Cursed something fierce and hissed at him while he explained.

“Oh Fuck thats Graves keep! I need to get a pocket compass!

But uhh, basically Graves keep is not a place where you come back from, there are tons of rumors, like a giant Sea Monster of course, or some weird tide thing that sucks entire ships under, or even a whirlpool.

It's probably the latter seeing as really no ship has come back before from there, like entire fleets and the like just gone! There's no sea Monster big enough to take out an entire army with no trace of anyone!

But I really wouldn't put it past Cassidy to know how to avoid a whirlpool or any dangerous water flow.

Well, we will find out soon enough, but he's probably leading us safely through while the enemy ships suffer!”

Oh yeah, that made more sense,  Still, if the waters there were dangerous I'd rather not be near the railing.

Falling overboard once had been bad enough!

But I could not deny the curiosity I had,  Maybe Jamie would let us climb the mast?

Speaking of, a stick was thrown down from above as we steadily neared the island.

“AY! YOU FUCKS WANNA SEE THIS CHAOS GO DOWN?”

Not the way I'd have phrased it but sure.

But I wasn't keen on climbing that again, last time I got stuck at the top and they had to help get me down while I had a panic attack, 

which wasn't pretty and not something I'd do again if I could.

But apparently that was not what Jamie had in mind as they jumped down and rapidly walked back to the front of the ship where the deck was elevated.

They hopped up in a manner that reminded me of a sparrow and opened up some hidden compartments.

Robin looked confusedly at me but I just shrugged, maybe Jamie was getting a telescope? Or refunctioning the built on boxes to seats?

The latter ended up being more accurate as the boxes suddenly sunk into the rest of the ship and got replaced by another railing with more widely spaced bars.

What the fuck? The boat could do that the entire time?

Jamie grinned, now perching on top of one of the railings.

“This thing was originally built for giant waves! Like, you'd clip yourself to it using a rope and go down those big ass tsunami waves!”

They really were insane,  but i did have to appreciate the craftsmanship of this madness.

But at least there was a good bit more space now on the elevated front of the deck.

And just in time too, seeing as we were just about to pass the edges of the island and sail through.

Up close it was bigger than originally thought,  alone the ‘entrance’ had the size of the entire castle area and the space behind it was as large as a city.

The water was a different color here now as well, a lot more clear than just a few minutes ago and giving clear sight to countless shipwrecks.

The ground itself went down slowly like in a cylindrical shape until there was a Giant round hole in the middle that went far deeper and made the water appear almost black.

All in all it was reminiscent of a Giant bluish Eye.

The closer to the hole it got the more wrecks were there,  and with the very round shape of everything it was most likely that a whirlpool would come from the hole in the middle.

Why there wasn't one right now i had no idea,  Maybe the tide had to get lower?

Whatever the case, I had to hold onto Robin's shirt so he wouldn't fall overboard as he looked at the weirdly clear water below.

There weren't even any bigger waves in here weirdly enough.

Was this place even dangerous still? It didn't exactly look all that threatening aside from the jagged rocks and all the shipwrecks.

There was a flash of reddish light and a floating Fire appeared where the Bowsprit met the rest of the ship,  vaguely humanoid in shape and of a nearly blood red hue.

“Jamie what is that? Is it gonna set the ship on fire?”

Jamie just stared at it, eyes wide and looking at the other ships I could see each of them had their own little fire at the front of the ships.

What the hell were they? 

While I was distracted Robin had already approached the one on our ship, holding out his hand to it.

“Hello little Flame! Are you lost?”

Jamie finally answered after seeing Robin so close to it.

“That's an Elmsfire! Don't get near it! 

They show up on ships before disasters! And don't fucking touch it!”

Robin didn't seem to care about that,  already very close and nearly touching it.

“Why not? If they warn people about bad things they can't be so awful.

I think they're adorable, look! This one is friendly!”

And of course he touched its arm, well the equivalent of that in the weirdly humanoid shaped fire the size of a cat.

The sound of wind chimes orchestrated like a laugh was heard and then the fire disappeared after turning more of a magenta hue for a second.

“No wait! Come back! I'm sorry if I upset you!”

Finally drawing out of the stupor that seeing the fire had given me I went forward and scruffed Robin,  dragging him away from the Bowsprit for now.

“Don't touch fire! That's common sense! Are you okay? Did it burn you?”

He showed his hands,  which weirdly enough were completely undamaged.

“No, I'm fine, it wasn't even hot,  just warm like a sun heated rock, or fresh bread”

Thank fuck! But really what was that just now? 

And did the Fire being gone mean we were okay now?

Or did it just fuck off because it didn't expect anyone to get near enough to touch it.

To be fair most wouldn't go touching some strange floating fire,  but Robin wasn't most people.

Before I could say anything else there was a low note, more felt than heard as we sailed a pretty big curve around the hole in the middle.

For a reason I could not understand the sudden feeling of sheer and utter panic shot through me worse than any arrow ever did.

And I was not the only one as I could see Jamie clutching their sweater with wide panicked eyes and Robin in a mix of scared confusion slowly back away even more from the Bowsprit.

Then all at once the rest of the little Flames that had appeared on the ships just went out like a candle.

The only one unaffected was Akeem, but he was a statue so I supposed whatever this was only worked on organic matter.

I looked at the Call Of The Damned with wide eyes,  snatching someone's telescope while both my hearts beat wildly like I was about to get ripped apart by a dragon.

Looking through it with shaking hands I could see Cassidy, 

who seemed as unbothered as Akeem about this, and was Blowing into that weird horn he had worn as a weird necklace.

Was that the cause? 

Was this stupid Item making everyone experience a state of utter fear?

I kept staring as my hearts beat wildly like they wanted to compete against each other, Grabbing onto Robin tightly who clung onto me in return and tried to cover his ears.

Then the pitch changed,  and Cassidy played that piece of Horn like an Instrument out of hell.

By now most of the pirates had catched up,  but were probably just as confused and scared as everyone else.

Unlike us they ignored the hole in the ground and sailed right over it.

Was that my mind or did something move in the darker waters?

Suddenly a Giant pale Tentacle shot up,  grabbing the nearest Boat to it and squeezing,  soon being joined by a second one that emerged as well from the middle of the almost lake-like area.

Then the entire Boat, which was at least three times as Big as the Halcyon if not bigger, was lifted up into the air.

It seemed that for just a second the thing hesitated before ripping the entire Boat in half, debris and other things falling into the water below as even more of the almost maggot colored appendages crept out.

I didn't even realize I was baring my teeth at it until Robin dragged me a bit further back.

“Donovan? What is that?”

His voice was shaky, scared, and I hated hearing him like that.

But I also couldn't answer him if I myself had no idea.

But apparently Ronan did.

“K- KRAKEN!”

He crowed through his fear,  the curious Biologist shining through despite all.

Wait, Kraken? KRAKEN? THE Kraken from old horror stories?

The Kraken that haunted the seas and was capable of sinking entire islands if it pleased?

WHAT?

“WHY THE FUCK DID CASSIDY SUMMON THAT THING?”

That really was the only explanation, wherever that Horn of his came from he must have used it to get the Krakens attention.

Why the hell he thought that was a good idea was a question for later as right now we ought to get away.

Which we couldn't, seeing as there were Pirates behind us,  very close behind us even, and the other way was closer to the Kraken.

We were trapped.

A tug went through the Boat and for a moment my hearts stopped as I thought the Kraken had gotten ahold of the boat.

But luckily it was just Imugi who did the only smart thing one could and was towing the ship away to the side and closer to a stony beach.

But on a more unlucky note we were not the only ones that had thought of that as one of the pirate ships did the same far closer than any of us would have liked.

While the Kraken raged Imugi towed us as close to the beach side as possible, while a loud BOOM sounded out,  a cannonball just barely missing us,  and they were already reloading while aiming more cannons at us.

Imugi dived under, putting the ship sideways to let Akeem, Imik and Ronan access their own cannons, though Ronan got kicked away by Jamie who used their spindly legs to stuff new ammunition into it.

That was surely not how it was normally done, but I paid no attention to that and instead made sure me and Robin were well out of the way.

So much for being safer here, but nothing to do about that now.

I yelped as a cannonball sailed over our heads and destroyed a part of the railing, grabbing Robin and shoving him in the direction of the stairs.

Fuck fuck FUCK, what to do? We were literally bombarded right now!

Alright, uhh, point one! Make Sure Robin doesn't get hit,  and that I don't get hit of course.

Point two? 

Just hope this is over soon while we hunker down on the stairs.

Another cannonball hit the ship, taking out a corner not that far from the stairs we were hiding on.

Splitters of wood rained down to the bottom of the stairs and Robin nearly cut off the blood flow to my arm with how hard he gripped it.

But at least he had the sense to stay quiet.

There was the sound of metal rolling over wood and for a second I thought it was another cannonball hadn't the sound come from something smaller.

Then it came into sight, the other Bracelet was currently rolling over the deck and nearing the broken railing!

The last cannonball must have broken the compartment next to the door!

Fuck! If it fell in, I would not manage to get it back! 

I sure as hell was not going to go diving here!

But with Robin clinging to me like that I couldn't move,  Ronan however could move, and he did.

He lunged forward, grabbing the blue gem Bracelet as the entire boat shook, sending him stumbling to the floor.

He still managed to grip it though,  clearly having figured out what that was already.

And then he did the stupidest thing he'd probably ever done.

He slipped the Bracelet on,  all the way up over his elbow where it fit without falling off.

The ship was hit by another cannonball and the entire thing shook, sending Ronan falling over the broken railing into the water.

“NO!”

That idiot! I had told him already what it did! 

And that without having the necessary genes he'd just Die.

Why in the FUCK did he do that?

At least with him falling overboard we didn't have to watch whatever the Bracelet did to him now.

Robin looked at me with wide eyes,  clearly aware of the same things I was.

“Is he-?”

“No time for that right now, we need to get away from the cannons!”

I could hear Imugi let out a loud whistle, still dragging the ship towards the stone beach before nearly setting the entire ship onto ground and snapping the harness with her beak and turning around to ram headfirst into the other boat, setting it onto ground as well.

Oh right she could do that.

Akeem put down a long plank before just jumping down,  walking through the water on land.

Well, this strange island sure gave more space to move around and places to hide should that Giant sea monster turn its attention away from the pirates.

Not even thinking properly I grabbed Robin, simply slinging him over my shoulder and running down the plank Akeem had set down.

Considering what was going on right now,  not being on the boat was probably the best call here.

Robin himself let out a startled squeak,  grabbing fistfuls of my shirt to try and balance himself.

As soon as we were down I put him back on the ground,  shoving him ahead of me away from the water.

It looked like we were not the only ones that thought being away from the water was a good idea seeing as the Pirate ship that had previously followed us had done the same.

It was a good bit bigger than the Halcyon,  about twice the size and with a lot more people, some of which brandished blades at us as they got closer.

Oh fuck, THAT now as well? Wasn't the Kraken chaos enough already?

Oh wait I could just shift, there was enough space for that here and it was sure to at least scare a few of them.

Twisting the gem on the Bracelet I was back to being an Ardua,  growling at the blade wielding Pirates.

They stopped for a moment, clearly surprised by the appearance of yet another big creature before simply continuing on.

Well that didn't work, fuck.

Out of the corner of my Eye i could see Jamie had grabbed Robin's sleeve, dragging him away from the chaos.

Good, one less thing to worry about, but that meant that right now only Akeem and Imik were ready to fend for themselves.

Well, at least it was fine so far-

“Where the fuck is Ronan?”

Jamie came back, Robin nowhere to be seen,  and if I couldn't find him it was unlikely anyone else would.

But, well, Ronan was gone.

How in the hell was I supposed to tell them that?

Later, that could come later, right now we had problems,  and they'd find out soon enough anyway.

Getting into a battle ready stance I growled at the charging Pirates again, not daring to Roar in case the Kraken heard it, if it even had ears.

Akeem was already up front fighting someone with a sable,  which simply broke as he defended himself from an attack with his arm, the metal shattering in two.

Akeem did not waste any time and punched his opponent hard,  denting the metal plate of his attacker enough that I was sure they were not breathing anymore.

Ouch, and while he did that Imik was busy shredding someone's arm with his shark-like teeth.

Even more ouch.

And after seeing Akeem punch someone laying on the ground hard enough to pulverize the skull, blood and other things i did not want to think about splattering his hands, i decided i wouldn't look at what they were doing anymore and instead get closer to the ship.

Maybe making a hole into the hull would deter them from doing more shit.

Though not paying attention did not spare me from witnessing Jamie shredding someone's abdomen with their claws until chunks fell out.

The smell of blood and the residual panic of the Kraken summoning instrument high was not helping, 

only driving my adrenaline further up as a Pirate behind Jamie raised a shortsword and got ready to stab down on them.

Not wasting any time I sprinted forward Headbutting the Pirate away and making them land against a boulder with a loud Crack.

The sound and situation reminded me horribly of when I met Rowley,  but this time it was clear that my opponent was way smaller and weaker.

And would probably not get back up.

There was a rushing in my ears, not unlike the waves during the storm, but more monotone and the only thing I could hear right now.

My hearts both beating like mad now,  and the smell of blood in my nostrils. 

I got tunnel vision, the side of my field of sight getting blurry and then black as I charged forward again, ramming into something solid once again as I lost all sense of where I was, nearly blind with panic and rage.

Not being able to properly distinguish whatever the hell was in front of me I bit into it, feeling something give way to my teeth.

The static in my brain continued to swell until I had absolutely no idea what was going on anymore, simply continuing to move as instincts that weren't even truly mine took over,  a weird foggy haze covering every thought.

The next time I got aware of what was happening was as saltwater was splashed into my eye, hearing a series of upset clicks.

There was the taste of blood and wood in my mouth,  my teeth stuck in something splintery.

Oh fuck, what did i do?

Trying to let go of what was actually in my mouth wasn't as easy as it should have been, one of my teeth apparently stuck pretty deep.

I braced a paw against it, feeling wood, probably the Pirate ship then? And pushed myself away.

Minus tooth.

My mouth now bleeding partially as my left fang got stuck in the wood.

Great, just great, and the headache I had was NOT helping any with the fog in my mind.

I felt sick and achy all over, and the blood in my mouth did not make it better, if anything it just added more nausea.

I stood there in the shallow water, letting the blood from my missing tooth drip into the weirdly clear water and tint it red as my lungs strained to come down from the panic I had previously felt.

Legs shaking and fur bristling at any sounds which somehow were too loud and did not register at the same time.

What happened? What did I do? The taste of blood was already in my mouth before the fang got ripped out.

Did i-?

“Ay Dee! Are you with us again?”

My head snapped to the source of the voice, 

Jamie, my mind helpfully supplied.

“Oh Shit dude, you good? Is that your tooth in the ship there?”

I was definitely not good, but I didn't dare speak, instead opting to tightly shut my mouth, not wanting anyone to see my teeth stained with blood.

As Jamie got closer, followed by Akeem I stepped back,  shoulders hunched and eyes wide.

They should leave, now,  who knows what i would do should i lose control again.

“Donovan? Are you injured?”

Asked Akeem’s way less crowing voice but I just took another step back into the water, Kraken be damned.

I’d take that over injuring friends any day.

Something headbutted me from behind,  shoving me back closer to the beach.

Imugi! I forgot about her! 

Oh, she must have been the one that splashed the water at my face!

I turned around to face her only to have her headbutt my side and shove me onto dry land, my fur dripping water and blood.

I felt sick, and the blood pouring out of the hole where my tooth should be filling up my mouth just made it worse.

As soon as I was back on land my legs gave out under me,  Both my hearts still beating way too fast as if they were competing against each other.

The motion caused some of the blood to spill into my windpipe and I had to cough, my mouth involuntarily opening and spraying blood onto the rocks, droplets of it creating a splattering pattern in front of me as it stained the gray ground a rusty color.

“Dee? What the fuck, where is the blood coming from?”

If they didn't know I at least didn't seem to have mauled anyone,  That was good.

Still i didn't answer in favor of coughing all the blood out,  accompanied by some pieces of wood.

The tooth that had gotten stuck in the ship was tossed in front of me, Akeem having gone to get it.

“He's lost a tooth, i suppose he doesn't want anyone seeing the rest of his teeth stained red”

Pretty much yeah, I looked at the piece of bone that used to be anchored in my jaw.

Huh, ripped out like that i was nearly double the size it had been normally.

Suddenly there was a loud crash, a tentacle of the Kraken having grabbed the boat which I had torn a hole into not too long ago.

Fur Bristling, I jumped up again, stancing like a cornered cat.

The Boat was dragged under the water and away.

It was horrifying to look at, the ship had been a good few times my own size even as Ardua, and that thing had just grabbed it like a toy.

By this point most of the pirate ships were gone,  miraculously leaving all of the allied ships alone,  some of which sustained a hefty amount of damage as they'd gotten attacked despite there being a Kraken on the loose.

“That was wayyy to close for my liking,  lets scram before it comes back for seconds”

Jamie was already trying to drag Imik away, who didn't budge.

“Wait where's Ronan? He's an idiot, we can't leave him behind!”

My blood froze, they really didn't see him fall overboard did they?

Before I could tell them Imugi’s click-whistling was heard loudly and she splashed water around, making it murky and hard to see through.

There was something else in the water with her as well,  but she did not seem distressed whatsoever.

Instead she was happy clicking and playfully whistling.

Alright everyone here had lost the rest of their common sense apparently.

There was a fucking Kraken and Imugi was playing with whatever the fuck that was.

Robin had tried to touch a little fire person earlier and Ronan had put the bracelet on despite knowing it would kill him.

And not that long ago I had lost my senses as well,  mindlessly attacking and tearing a hole into a ship.

Something about this place must be messing with people's minds,  and Imugi’s.

At least Robin was far away and out of danger,  and hopefully would stay that way till we were done.

Whatever was in the water with Imugi was smaller than her,  more close to my current size with a single dark gray fin on its back that seemed to be covered in fur.

What? A marine mammal? 

Well if it swam in here it must be pretty dumb.

But otherwise its coloration seemed similar to Imugi’s,  Maybe that was why she was so happy.

The thing surfaced,  and looked to be a weird mix of something like Imugi and a seal,  slowly waddling on land and revealing little legs and absolutely oversized mud colored hands that surely functioned like flippers.

And a gold colored bracelet on its upper arm.

“RONAN?”

It had to be, was that why the bracelet was blue instead of green? 

To signify a water creature?

Nevermind what the fuck had he been thinking! 

That could have killed him!

Also what the absolute FUCK?

“Sorry!  I had to maneuver through the tentacles and try not to touch them. 

And it's so big it made currents that tossed me around!”

Imugi happily clicked and followed him on land, gumming on his tail.

“FUCKER!”

In not even a second Jamie was on him,  using their legs to try and rip out some fur rather unsuccessfully.

Yeah what he did was exceptionally stupid,  and he kinda deserved a whack on the head.

Which I promptly did,  a rapid bap bap bap with a paw to his now rather flat forehead.

“That was stupid of you!  How in the fuck did you think that was a good idea?”

He hissed and hunched his shoulder, head squished between them.

“Can't that wait for now? We have other problems!”

Jamie puffed up in front of him, almost comically small in comparison.

“Like what? Look,  the bigass calamari is taking its tentacles back already!”

That was true, the pale, almost pearlescent tentacles were slowly receding back into the hole in the middle.

Ronan did not seem any more relaxed though.

“I don't think it's over, we should move away from the water”

He already was starting to weirdly hopple up the slight rocky slope.

“What? Why? The thing is fucking off thats good!”

Ronan just looked back at me with wide eyes, the dark blotches around them making them almost look like oversized eyelashes.

“Octopi can fit through any hole their beak can fit through,  they don't have a skeleton, and so far we have not seen its head”

Oh, OH FUCK.

Looking back at the water I could see bubbles surfacing from the middle, slowly getting more and more till it looked like the very sea was boiling.

Blood freezing as there was an all encompassing ominous sound,  so deep that it was more felt than heard,  and not unlike the Horn Cassidy had used to summon it.

Then something big breached the surface,  just barely fitting through and standing oh so tall against the sun.

Tendrils curling and uncurling around its head like weirdly lively hair framing a flat, noseless face and pale Lilac eyes that possessed vaguely W shaped pupils.

Hands, actual hands and not tentacles, 

gripped at the Call Of The Damned as a being many times Bigger than me and Ronan combined leaned over the skeletal themed ship.

The Kraken was a Mer.

NEXT / PREVIOUS / OVERSIGHT

[ghostlysenses]

Dont get attached

Tommyinnit x reader platonic

this has been in my drafts for months, i finished it right before I had left, but now im back and I thought I might as well post it c:

TW: ANGST! Death!

enjoy!!

It had happened

the thing he dreaded so much

he got attached

he couldn’t help it

who can?

You were so nice, you treated him like a real person, you had cared about him and him you, you listened!

He could go on and on

but then

something happened

the thing he dreaded the most

he got exiled, he got exiled and there was nothing he could do about it.

Dream had took on a boat and to far, FAR away place.

he couldnt reach you, he couldnt see you, and there was no way he could he hear you.

during his time in exile the only thing he could think about was how you would be comforting him, telling him he’s okay and that everything will turn out fine.

and there were nights where he wished on all the stars that you would come and visit him.

But

you never did

Tommy was so mad

he had gotten attached and the person who he cared for so much and who he thought cared about him

hadnt even visited him

he was angry

when he went to technos

he decided to live there under his floors in a small cave he made himself

of course techno found him and decided to help him.

Him and techno came up with an amazing scheme to help him get back into lmanburg

but even then dreamed seemed to stick around

He had confronted everyone at the community center but

he couldnt find

you.

Where we’re you?

why did nobody know where you were?

what was going on?

He didn’t know how long it would be until he saw you again, but he decided he didnt need you anymore anyways, you clearly didnt care about him so why should he care about you?

During the war afterwords he didnt even see a glimpse of you, through all the rubble and mist he couldn’t find you.

He had thought you had just left one day, gone to a different place

but he was wrong

at some point tommy gave up on finding you, he stopped looking, stopped caring.

It seemed as though you never existed in the first place.

The disc war came and it was time for tommy and tubbo to go.

this was the first time in a long time that you had crossed his mind.

he didnt know why you didnt even come to say goodbye before his potential death, but he shook that thought out of his head and went on.

Him and tubbo fought

it was bloody

it was gruesome

but then a plot twist happened

and dream had took them to some kind of dungeon

where he kept everyones most important things

as they entered they looked around and saw rows of things that people had just deemed ‘missing’ and then he saw the most scariest thing of all

You

You were stuck behind bars, sitting in a small room.

you looked tired, beaten, and frankly

it broke his heart

you hadn’t left him, or gone missing, or went somewhere else.

you were stuck here

trapped

and he knew what it was like to be stuck with dream

and he was fucking pissed

He and tubbo went up to dream, angry, mad.

thats when dream revealed his weapon

“keep acting out tommy” he said in a low voice

he had gone up to a secret door and then came out with you

a fist in your hair as he dragged you out

he grabbed a hold of your chin

“and ill fucking kill them”

Tommy was scared, he didnt know what to do

“you fucking bastard” he said roughly

“what the hell did you do to them?!” tubbo shouted

“I took control! i did what i had too!” dream laughed as he pulled you closer

“now its either tubbo, or her and the discs, pick”

Tommy was shocked at dreams words

“Pick me! come on tommy we have to get her out of here”

Tommy was conflicted

“tick tock tommy!” dream yelled

“i-“ he couldnt even muster any words, what could he say?

“tommy please! you deserve the discs! and they deserve to be free! ill be fine” tubbo kept trying to beg him

you on the other hand were silent as a rock, nobody blamed you, you’re whole body was in shock and so were you

All tommy could do was think right now and dream was an impatient motherfucker

“fuck it, times up tommy”

“No no!! wait!”

and just like that a sword was in your stomach

ironic

as soon as you were stabbed everyone had arrived

and god was it a sight to see

Dreams sword in your stomach

It didnt even take a second for everyone to run up and get dream off you and all he did was laugh

You started falling to the ground

tommy caught you in his arms

shouting your name

“Y/N!!! Y/N!!! Stay with me!!! come on!!”

There was no way in gods given HELL you were going to die in his arms especially right after seeing you again for the first time in months!

Punz ran over and kneeled down

he grabbed a healing potion and put on the wound and then had you drink some

it hardly worked you were still weak but it gave you a few more minutes of life…

You looked up at tommy

“hey…its been awhile huh?” you laugh a bit

he just smiles and hugs you, tears pouring

Punz is screams that they need more healing

You smiled “Im gonna be okay tommy, ill come back, one day”

he cries harder

You died in his arms that day

afterwords dream was sent to prison

and tommy learned a valuable life lesson

never

get

attached.

[definitelynotshouting]

i would draw to motivate you but. i cant. draw. instead, i can ask you: what has been you least favourite segment to write/worldbuild for the hunger au? either because it just wasnt working like you wanted it to, or you were struggling for ideas, or something completely different, what about the hunger au kicked your ass the most?

-🔋

Honestly i feel like this scene with Tango im trying to write for chap 4 is being the biggest ass-kicker rn 😭😭😭💀💀💀💀 i have been stuck on this for AGES and its not even because i dont know what to do-- i have the whole chapter mapped out, i know what i want. Its just the physical act of writing has been super tough for me lately, and whenever i do find the time + motivation + mental coherency to make the words go, i end up getting interrupted by something WHEEEEZE

The good news is, i am still making progress, its just very.... slow 💀 but its progress, so im trying to be mindful of that despite my own impatience

Also, coming up with the Seekers was a complete pain in my behind i spent SO LONG trying to figure out what the fuck their deal was. Went through multiple ideas on what to mix and match their potential biology with-- i was considering sea turtles, jellyfish, whales, squid... nothing really stuck out to me as something i wanted to use until i realized what i was going to call them, and then everything fell into place all at once. I remember yelling across the room to @/corvidaearts (whom i was visiting during my vacation) "THEYRE CALLED SEEKERS AND THEYRE TOTALLY BLIND AND THEY CAN SENSE VIBRATIONS THROUGH THEIR WHISKERS" apropos of absolutely nothing. And now we have giant malignant catfish<3 sometimes ye olde percolator just needs a lot of time to marinate on an idea before the inspiration hits LMAO

[peachyproserpina]

its literally a rant that i need to post somewhere so im not blowing up peoples DMs with this bullshit please scroll past.

I wish I could just exist and have it not be exhausting or exist in a way that I don't have to cope in such an unhealthy way. fuckin tiktok has been nothing but like AuDHD and like slf help shit and its making me realize im older then i ever thought id get to. a whole fuckin 12 years after the fact and my healing is up to me and just UGH. its alot. im also having a whole thing about being stuck working and never able to fully enjoy myself due to the crush weight of being in the US and im gonna try to put myself out there this weekend at the bars / parties im going to have to deal with the constant self rejection and the recjection from others and im not like SUPER ready for that again. I jsut think about the dude who told me I was coming on too strong for asking him out, then as my friend is cursing him out he fucking asked her out infront of me. That sounds so dumb and middle school but i just havent been able to stop thinking about it. He saw me too.

I don't register as a person to so many people here. I hate it. no its obviously a me thing. if i wasnt so fucked up and fat people would like me. I know I have been talking about this and myself all day and im sick of thinking about myself but i cant stop. and legit ive just been crying all day because like im responible for my own healing even though i wasn't responsible for getting hurt in the first place and i just hate it. I also know I need to take steps to really take care of myself and better myself so I can be a good partner and a good parent but shits hard. and the worst part is i know im so exhausting and all i do is complain about my situation like im not the one responsible for gettting myself into it. and all i do is bitch and whine but take not action and i hate it so i cant imagine how yall feel. I just I don't know. It's this constant battle of "I have to change the way I think about myself because this isn't healthy" and "this is litterally who you are" and im so exhausted all the time. ive burnt out my FAWN response and I just don't feel like I've been giving those around the love and attentiveness they deserve from me and I hate that most of all I think. It's so hard to actively listen and i used to be able to be so engaged and attentive and I don't know what happened other then getting exhausted. Everyone deserves so much more from me but I can't give it. And I really just feel like all I do is talk about myself and my issues and i hate it. I also just became socially aware earlier this year and my whole childhood has changed. I was so used to people abusing/beating/yelling at me or directly telling me that they don't like me as I was growing up that all those little like bullying behaviors and like things never clicked in my mind that they were malicious until this year. I know it doesn't matter and it shouldn't impact me as much as it does specially considering this shit was like 20 years ago but I dont know. I grew up believing people liked me and now I'm finding out that people didn't actually like me. It's just jarring and it;s so dumb. Plus its been feeding back into my life now. I am so painfully socially aware of myself that I don't want to leave the house.

I dont want to meet new people because they are just going be mean and cruel to me and I wont know it. And again ignorance is bliss and like i wish i still was unaware. and i know this has just got to be some kind of mental health issue. Its anxeity or something making me feel like this and like I know i shouldn't care what others think of me. But I also want to just like... date and go out and have fun and whatnot. I feel like in order to do that you have to care about what people think of you in some capacity. I don't know. life is hard. this is too hard. I'm not gonna find someone to have a family with and im pretty sure im infertile so i cant have kids anyway. so like whats the point. Might as well waste my life away on the internet and just..... be that old office lady who never had kids or got married. and shes great at work, so kind and nice, and it just makes you sit there and think 'what is wrong with her.' like there has to be something so broken and fucked up with her that she can keep a job for 30 years but no one wants to live with her. thats who I am. I'm not ready to accept that fate because I dont WANT to be that person but I am. I might as well try to fuck around and get some dating in before it's too late for me. this was stupid. I shouldn't post it but im going to. in some fucked up hope that this will fix me. When the only thing that would fix me is losing 200 pounds and getting some normal fuckin hobbies.

[koneko-3]

Chapter 5 of "Light"

There stood my mother, staring into the camera. "Hi mom, it's been a while." She said with a bit of relief in her voice. "Ryuka finally went to sleep. She is just a blessing. Kiro's condition keeps getting worse by the days. I'm afraid he's going to hurt someone or even us." Her voice started to tremble with fear. "I love him so much, but I don't want him to hurt anyone, especially me and our daughter-" after that I paused the tape. "Kiro can't be a suspect." I said. "Your parents are dead aren't they?" Ryu asked. "Yes, they passed when I was only five..." "That rolls one suspect off our list." Ryu said confidently. I started to worry. "Wait, then who is left on our list? There's no one left right?" I started to freak out. Ryu grabbed my shoulder and sighed. "Ryuka, you need to calm down. Plus we have many other people to suspect." "People like who?! Ryu just tell me!!" His hand slid from my shoulder to now my arm. "Ryuka, can you please calm down for me?" I took a deep breath and sighed. "Okay, I'll try." My face turned to a light shade of pink. "There were a couple people around here before I found you when you arrived home from school. And I'm afraid your friend Tsukuba is one of them." He said calmly. I pushed him, "No, you're lying. Tsukuba would never kill anyone!" He clenched my hand while his face turned beet red. "Ryuka, I would never lie to you. Please believe me. We are getting closer to the truth I swear. I just need you to hold on." He looked up at me and let go of my hand. I was in shock and awe while he stood and was trying not to stare at me. "Ryu... do you like me?" I asked. He looked right back at me. "No Ryuka, I actually fell in love with you..." he said while trembling his words. In that moment I realized he was brave enough to even tell me this. So I decided I should confess as well. "Ryu... I-I actually feel the same way..." I trembled. Then he hugged me. "Ryuka, I-I love you!" He shouted. Both our faces were beet red. our lips touched at that moment. If felt like a sensation ive never felt before. I pushed him away. "What's wrong?" He asked. "This feels wrong." I said. He placed his arm around me. "Its okay, we dont have to tell anyone." He said casually as he started to kiss me again. I couldnt resist since it felt so great. "Okay, we have ti stop. We have work to do." I said abruptly. "Oh, your right. Im sorry this all just cane out all at once Ryuka. It kinda felt right." He said embarrassed. "If anything. Im not ready for a relationship just yet." "Its okay..." he started walking away. Both our faces we flushed red. I took the tape out of the player and took it with me as evidence.

The next day at school, i couldn't keep my eyes off him. He couldn't either. After class Setsuna approached me. "So whats the deal between you and Ryu?" "W-what do you mean?" I said trembling. "You two have been acting weird." "Eh, no we haven't." I said. She grunted. "Ryuka, I know you're lying!" She stood there with a fierce look in her eyes, demanding an honesty answer from me. I sighed, "Fine, just dont tell Margie. Me and Ryo kinda have a thing with each other." "I knew it!" She started started to do a small victory dance which made me feel embarrassed. "Setsuna can you please stop!" I yelled. She kept going and stuck her tongue out at me. I sighed. I regretted everything at that moment. From the moment we kissed to now Setsuna knowing. How am I going to get out of this?

Eventually Setsuna let up but i left before she could say anything else. I walked to the nearest diner as I held my umbrella in the summer rain. I only wanted to be alone and clear my mind after everything that has already happened to me. After I ate I visited the graves of what now is the home to gram gram and aunt Maki. I rain continued to fall but even harder now. Tears started to roll down my face as I remembered the memories of them both. I felt someone grabbed my shoulder. I turn around to see Ryu. "I figured I could find you here." He said with a reassuring smile. I stared at him. "Why are you here?" I asked him. "Because I care about you. Look I know everything was a little sudden-" I stopped him before he could say anymore. "Just leave me alone." He grabbed my hand as I tried to leave. "I'm not letting you go. At least not alone."