#dw tho this thing will be taken care of

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

Hurt/kinda comfort with Alpha and Pebble hehehehe ! Alpha gets seriously injured, Pebble is here for him.

FAIR WARNING there is lots of blood and fairly detailed injuries, so if this makes you uncomfortable please don't read.

Pebble isn't that prone to panic, but right now, he is very much on the brink of the biggest stress-induced crisis of his entire life.

When Ivy came to him, breathless, knees specked with dirt and flecks of blood, Pebble braced for the worst, and still, he wasn't ready for the sight waiting for him.

Ivy dragged him to the edge of the woods and there, awkwardly propped in a sitting position against a tree, surrounded by a pool of his own blood, was Alpha.

Now Pebble is kneeling next to the fire ghoul, and he can't even breath because the smell of Alpha's blood makes him want to retch - it's wrong, wrong, wrong.

Pebble himself wandering too far in the woods and having a bad encounter with whatever lurks in there wouldn't be so surprising ; it happened before. Alpha is always the one to grumpily tend to his wounds because the feeling of quintessence stitching the earth ghoul's flesh back together makes his skin crawl.

Alpha, with his warm, steady hands, who's a much better nurse than most would expect, despite his scowls and furious rant as he fixes Pebble.

Their roles being so suddenly, so violently inversed, is a disarming, horrific thing for Pebble. He has to do something. He has to call Omega-

With a gasp, Alpha scrambles blindly to grab Pebble's wrist. His eyes aren't even open, his blood-splattered chest heaving with great difficulties.

"Don't- not- Omega. Not Omega."

"They had a fight," Ivy explains, twisting his hands together in distress. Pebble takes a steadying breath in. Act. He has to act, because that stubborn bastard of a fire ghoul could very well, even in the state he's in, fight them if they bypassed his demand, and endanger himself even more.

"Ivy. Go get a first aid kit, anything that could help with the pain without killing him, bandages and things to clean him. I'll handle this."

Ivy is off in a second. Carefully, Pebble leans forward and tries to take stock of Alpha's injuries without jostling him, despite the copious amount of blood.

There seems to be six wounds on his chest, not that big but definitely deep, dangerously so if the rivulets of dark crimson spurting from them with each of Alpha's pained breaths are anything to go by.

The fire ghoul's shirt is in tatters, his jeans not much better, his skin scratched like he ran blindly through tornbushes and low branches - which he probably did. Alpha's hair is a mess, sticking to his skin, tangled, full of leaves, sticks, dust.

There's so much blood. The earth is drinking it in, darkening by the second under Alpha.

The sight is making Pebble so anxious he could throw up, so he takes his own shirt off, starts using it to clean up what he can, carefully avoiding the actual wounds as not to worsen the risk of infection.

After a few sweep of this makeshift rag, Alpha twitches and cracks an eye open, the dulled glint of his yellow irises dancing under thick lashes.

"Pebble ?"

It's more of an uncertain rasp than anything, but it's further proof of life, so the earth ghoul will be forgiven for latching onto it.

"You better not fucking die Al, you hear me ? I swear to Satan if you die I'm hunting you down in the pit and killing you again."

"Pebble," Alpha gasps again, but this time it's filled with a relief that takes Pebble completely aback, so much he doesn't realizes Alpha moved until he feels the fire ghoul's hand, sticky with blood, settling heavily, clumsily at the back of his neck.

It nearly sends him sprawling on top of the fire ghoul -not only the weight of this hand, or the fine tremor in it, but the obvious way Alpha is clinging to him- , which would have been very unfortunate, but luckily Pebble manages to steady himself before that can happen.

"Yes, yes, that's me you moron," the earth ghoul hisses, anger barely covering the way his stomach keeps sinking deeper and deeper, "I'm here, watching you bleed out with no idea what to do because your stubborn ass doesn't want to-"

"I thought it was you," Alpha interrupts in a choppy exhale, sweat beading at his hairline, "for a moment, it sounded like you."

Pebble's blood runs cold, something uneasy swirling in his chest.

"What ? What are you talking about ?"

Alpha turns his head a little bit, just enough to look at him.

"It sounded like you. Awful sounds. I thought you were- i went to find you but it- wasn't- wasn't you. The second it saw me it..."

The fire ghoul manages to vaguely gesture toward his chest.

"I should've...known. Couldn't have been you- couldn't have. Wasn't...swearing enough."

Pebble might just strangle him for that poor attempt at a joke. Instead, he monitors Alpha's breathing in silence, with one of the fire ghoul's hand on the nape of his neck and the other still loosely wrapped around Pebble's wrist.

That's how Ivy, joined in the meantime by Earth and Zephyr, finds them. The next hour or so is a blurr, as many hands work together to tend to Alpha's wound as best as they can, under Zephyr's welcome directions. The worst part, in Pebble's opinion, might be how small and pale Alpha looks in Earth's arms, getting carried toward the infirmary. He will need quintessence, the ghouls did what they can but there is no recovering from such violent injuries without a little infernal magic's help.

For days, Pebble will sit next to Alpha's bed, wordlessly sharing cups of coffee with an equally worried Omega. He will glance at the window, and the sight of the woods he once considered his home will make him shiver and turn away.

Later, with Alpha back on his feet, treating all this like any other misadventure while refusing to acknowledge what he said to Pebble, the earth ghouls will gather.

They have a forest to purge.

[lcpmon]

idk how other ppl learn to read characters but even when someone has very few lines, if they're not a few throwaway lines and have a smidgen of thought put into them, you can really deduct a lot of things from what they say without mountains of dialogue and array of actions they take.

cIaus, even Iucas via his few lines and interactive dialogue, is so easy to understand and learn what hes about from the dialogue you are given. it shouldnt be hard to mess him up

and even tho these are more active characters in the story with goals to achieve and story beats to hit, u rly can apply the same to lngo and 3mmet. u can make assumptions or deduct possible aspects about how they act from breaking down their dialogue and possible routine. some things might be completely speculative and pulled out of thin air but as long as it matches the characters general front its hard to go wrong

[chasedbyatlantic]

when you wash your hair, joel miller

summary: IN WHICH — you decide to surprise a sleeping joel after you've been working all day outside of jackson's walls, but it doesn't go as you plan.

warnings: gender neutral x joel miller, post outbreak!joel, jackson!joel, mentions of you and joel in a relationship, sub!joel, joel has ptsd, joel almost hurts reader (doesn't tho so dw!), lots of fluff at the end, cute ending, lots of swearing, ellie being annoying as per usual LOL. lmk if there’s anything i missed <3

wordcount: 2.6k

a/n: hiiii this is my very first fic on tumblr! i have been obsessed w/ tlou for the LONGEST time now so why not start writing for my fav fictional mass murderer? anyway- hope u guys enjoy! i plan to post a ton more so stay tuned xoxo

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You had just finished an ungodly long shift along the outskirts of Jackson, keeping everyone inside safe from- well, whatever lay outside (scary squirrels, mostly). It had been so different since you arrived, with Joel and Ellie. For starters, you weren't kept on edge every single second of every single day - Joel was, which you always got pissed at him for, since you two were more than safe inside these walls. There was also the fact that life had sort of just- resumed, after twenty years of fighting for your life. It was alright, though, a sense of normalcy was nice, even if it were to only last for a little while (you were hoping it lasted forever).

As soon as you were inside the gates of Jackson, you rode over to the stables in which your horse, Leo, was housed at. The big wooden doors were opened by a stable hand that looked no older than Ellie, maybe she knew who this was, you thought to yourself.

You had slid the kid a small "thank you." as they closed the door behind you, and you hopped off Leo. You reached in your bag and scrounged for a second, before pulling out an apple core, the remains of the apple you had eaten earlier. "Here boy," your hand raised towards the horse's snout with the leftovers in-palm, and he took it as if it were the best thing in the world.

Leo munched away while you swapped his bridle for a halter and lead, tugging him to his freshly-mucked stall. He had walked over to his water bucket and you moved with him, undoing his girth and removing his saddle. It was hoisted over your arm as you moved out and locked his stall. "Excuse me," You called over to the stable hand that had let you in as you put all of his tack on the stand in front, "Do you mind brushing him down for me? I've had a long day and gotta get home quick."

The kid nodded their head eagerly, which had earned a smile from you. You weren't lying about having a long day or needing to get home quick - besides, you had always stayed after your shifts, right now you were just craving to see your favourite person (and a warm bath too, you had guessed).

You had removed your gloves as you took one last glimpse at your boy before you left him to be taken care of by the stable hand. As you walked out of the stable, you were greeted with a nice breeze. It wasn't exactly winter yet, but it sure as hell wasn't summer. Autumn was close on finishing, which only meant the days were getting longer.

It took you a mere twenty five minutes to walk back to the Miller residence. If you had a little pep in your step, it would've taken no longer than fifteen. But, being up since before sunrise has its cons. Anyway, it isn't your fault that Tommy and Maria (Joel's brother and new sister-in-law) placed you guys in the farthest house literally ever.

As you approached closer to the home, you could see the familiar little (she would kill you if she heard you describe her as little) girl. The girl took notice of you too, "Fucking finally!" Ellie had kicked up her skateboard, grabbing the tip of it, and came running over. "Jesus Christ, I thought you had got eaten by like- fucking bigfoot out there!", She seemed to be only half-joking.

"I was not eaten out there, Ellie." You sigh as you messed her hair up slightly with your hand, "Is Joel still out on patrol?" You had asked the girl. Her face dropped, earning an "ugh!" from her. "You two love birds are gross. You should care more about me than him! He's a frail, broken, old man while I'm a super cool, and totally awesome young person." You rolled your eyes, an automatic laugh escaping your lips. "Another half an hour out here, Elle. It's almost sundown- and please be careful, for fuck sakes. I don't want to be popping your kneecap back in place because of a fall off that- board."

You weren't Ellie's mom, and you didn't mean to take any place of a motherly figure in her life - it just, sort of happened. After what had happened in Salt Lake City a year ago, and you had fought for Ellie back alongside Joel, you couldn't help but grow so much more attached to her- you and Joel both. This is when your motherly instincts (you were never a mother, not before or during this apocalyptic world) kicked in. You both shared a special bond, one that would never be broken, despite the cruel world you both live in.

A small grunt and a "fine" escaped the girl's lips as she flips her board down and kicks off down the street. You shake your head with an almost disapproving look and walk down the rest of the block to your home. A small smile plays upon your lips as you approach the house with a mailbox at the bottom of the driveway that reads "MILLER". Your last name was not Miller, but you were in a relationship with a Miller, so that could maybe, in the slightest, count as your name too.

Your hand brushed past the rusted metal box as you walk up the paved drive way, you're excited to see Joel. Hell, it feels like it's been an eternity since you've seen that man - when in reality, it's only been since this morning. You climb up the wooden stairs at the front of your porch and remove your boots before entering the house - this saved horrid amounts of mud that would scatter in the small foyer of your home. Once your feet are out of your dirty boots, you silently enter the home.

The door was never locked, not when Joel knew you or Ellie weren't home. You didn't know why he kept it unlocked- maybe in case something had happened and you needed to get home fast, or in case you would lose your keys while out and about. It wasn't that big of a deal, though; nobody else lived in this part of the town (besides Tommy and Maria, who were distant neighbours).

It was dead silent when you entered, too eery for your liking. "Joel?" You called out as you shrugged off your autumn layers. No response. "Joel?" You call out once again, moving to where you had seen the light. You approached tip-toeing, starting to get a bit on edge. Joel was always there to greet you when you got home, unless he had patrol duty himself. As soon as you step foot in your living room, all of the previous worries you had melted away as you saw your favourite person curled up on the arm chair, sitting back and mouth open slightly. You wish you had a camera, god a polaroid of this would be amazing.

You approached him, quiet as ever, sliding the sleeves of your soft-knit sweater over ninety percent of your hands. You had brought your face closer to Joel's once you were close enough. The smell of his vanilla and rose scented shampoo had engulfed you. Joel said he hated it (in reality, he definitely did not), but if it made you love him a little more, he would wash his hair with it.

"You're perfect, you know that." You whisper to him, even though he was sound asleep. From the faded freckles over the bridge of his nose from being out in the sun too much this summer, to the small scars that littered his forehead from years of just surviving, he was perfect.

You breathed hushly as you moved your hands up to his face, to cup his cheeks. You thought it was perfect, for him to wake up to you (as if he didn't every morning) at this moment. You knew he missed you when he wasn't with you, he told you multiple times. This would be a nice thing to make his day slightly better, you had thought. Your fingers made soft contact with the flesh on his face - but, this is where it all went wrong.

Joel had shot up from the deep (well, you thought deep) sleep he was in and grabbed the hands that were touching his face. It hadn't registered to him that it was actually you who was touching his face, and not a clicker, or a raider, or anything else. Rage and a sense of fear filled his eyes as they shot opened, eyebrows furrowed as they looked around frantically - he was ready to fight.

A loud grunt and an "ow." escaped your lips once your hands were grabbed and yanked. It had happened within a blink of an eye. You weren't exactly in the mood for getting manhandled in this current moment, but here you were. "Joel- hey, hey, it's just me. You're okay." You spoke quick, trying to pry him off your hand.

It was now that his eyes had met yours, and it took him a moment (which felt like eternity) to process it was you. "Baby.." His grip immediately loosened and his eyes fell. He looked horrified, at himself rather than anything. "M'sorry." There was a tone in his voice that made him sound ashamed, like he had just broken bad news to someone he loved.

"Don't apologize to me, Jesus Christ." You spoke almost too fast and brought your hand to his face again, you felt bad for scaring him awake- your plan had massively backfired. It took Joel a minute before he melted into the touch of your hand in his cheek, something he will only do when it is only you and him around each other. "Shouldn't have been sleepin' while you weren't home." He muttered, his eyes looking everywhere but at yours.

Your heart ached, he shouldn't feel like this- fuck, you're so stupid for doing this you thought to yourself. "Don't apologize baby, hey-" You brought his focus to you, and only you, "-listen, you're alright, okay? We're safe here, you know. I'm safe, Ellie's safe, you're safe." You reassured the man in front of you. "If you want to sleep all day without a care in the world, you can do it."

Joel was being extremely vulnerable right now- and he knew that you sensed it. This part of him never came out, he was always the strong one in the relationship (not that you weren't, he just had that aura linked to him). Your finger rubbed back and forth over his cheek. "M'sorry for waking you from your nap- I was just too jealous of how peaceful you looked. All comfortable in your blue sweater.." your eyes started to trail down his body right in front of you, "-your sweatpants.." you snapped yourself out of the trance you had fallen in, your eyes reaching back up to Joel's.

He was just quiet, in his own thoughts. "Ya'know I love you." you told him. He looked like he snapped out of his own thoughts once you said this to him, the smallest smile known to man appearing on his face (it was genuine, though). "I know, darlin'." This was your cue, you reached forward and placed your lips onto Joel's. Now this, this was home- god, you could've had your lips on his all day for eternity. Joel melted into the kiss, and placed one of his hands on your thighs.

Things had got heated between the two of you within seconds, suddenly the positions were switched and you were straddling Joel on the armchair in your living room. It wasn't until you tore apart from his lips that it hit you. "Ellie’s going to be home soon, baby. We can't have her catching us like this- not again." You tell him as you catch your breath. His lips find your neck, he only hummed in response. After a moment of no proper response from him, you tap his shoulder, "Seriously, Joel!". He had grunted, basically forcing himself off of you. "So let her see us, not like she don't know 'bout it." He muttered, leaning back in the chair you two were in. "Oh, suddenly you're mister PDA?" You asked as you got up, stretching.

He said something under his breath that you couldn't catch, but chose not to pressure him about it. "But hey.." You grab his hand and help him up, "Maybe you could help me in the shower, hm? Let me borrow some o' that good smellin' shampoo ya' got? Wash my hair for me?” Your eyes met his, a smile completely lighting up your entire face. "I'on mind, doll. Maybe you could help me with a few things too," He reaches down, pressing a wet kiss onto your lips.

You take this as the perfect time to slip your fingers between his, and lead him up to the second floor of your large house. Even though you had completely scared the shit out of Joel earlier, and you thought you were a dead man for a split second, he forgave you. He always forgives you - this is why you love him.

Joel had promised you that he would always stay, no matter what had happened between you two. After years of being together, through your ups and your downs, through your serious arguments and your little scares (like this), he was yours. Joel was always yours, and you were always his.

You two come laughing down the stairs, completely soaked from the shower you had taken together. Joel was back in the clothes he wore when you got home, and you were changed into one of his shirts and a pair of sleeping shorts you had. He had his hand in yours as you lead him down the stairs. Before you could even step foot on the first floor, an "ew!" was yelled by a familiar voice.

"That is fucking disgusting- I cannot believe it! I can't leave you two together for more than thirty minutes before you turn into fucking rabbits. I may as well start thinking about names for the baby!" Ellie over exaggerates, acting completely disgusted from you and Joel holding hands.

Joel shoots Ellie a death glare as he drops his hand from yours momentarily, about to open his mouth before you interrupt. "Do I need to send you to your room, or something? You're so fucking crazy Elle!" You had let the little nick name slip out of your mouth, "You know I would never do anything unholy under the same roof as you." Well, you weren't lying. You and Joel never did it while Ellie was there, you didn't want anyone hearing what happened while you two were alone.

"Don't care, that's gross! Dinner is already made, I am GOING TO BED!" She had yelled as she was already half way up the stairs to her room on the second floor. Joel's hand snaked around your waist from behind as you tsk. "We got stuck with the most batshit crazy kid, I'm telling you."

Joel's hand tightens a smudge when you say that, "I love her though, and you I guess." He rests his head between the crook of your neck and slightly lets go once you add that. Even after the little bicker between the teenager, you couldn't help but smile to yourself.

Even though you were in the midst of an apocalypse, life couldn't have been anymore good to you. They gave you Joel, and you were content - more than content - with it.

—

when you wash your hair, matt maltese

[vanillaxoshi]

How can i take solar jokingly being monsta least fav into potential trauma in a sibling way.. ok hear me out

Hali and taufan are the 2 oldest, older kids obviously gets a lot of attention since they have expectations placed on them

Gempa is so mature hes basically place in charge whenever, golden child right there

Blaze MAKES attention to himself but also hes goos in terms of physical activitiy so hes the main focus on those things

Ais doesn't really care so hes fine

Duri is such an angel he became the fav child, but this has the consequence of making him immature and a bit childish, dw tho they love him its cuteee its fine, hes practically the youngest of the sibs!

Now in a family with 7 children, there is bound to be those who gets ignored. Some does not mind (Ais) but there are those who gets effected by the neglection

Solar is the youngest, you'd think that would make him the focus of the grown ups attention right? Nope thats given to duri. But duri's childishness is cute, his would be seen as being a whiny brat

So obviously he tries to be "the smart" one of the sibs, didn't really work cause hes the youngest so hes not taken seriously. Fine then, he'll be mature so everyone will take him seriously

Apparently not the right move cause now everyone thinks "hes already mature he can be independent on his own"

So now here solar sits, in the shadows of his siblings. Truly ironic since his name is all about light yet no spotlight seem to shine to him, he needs to make the spotlight himself and that has garnered barely any positive looks

Maybe thats where he needs to be, in a place full of plants, mountains, seas, fire, storms, and rains

A place already brimming with life

Of course the sun keeps its distance

Cause thats where its supposed to be

Million miles away. Observing.

A sun that wishes to be a planet,

A sun that wishes to be surrounded with life instead of the constant pressure of empty space

A sun that can never be

Oh.

Ohhhhh.

Oh damnnnn

This is deep

Gosh this adds a lot

Maybe this is why hes hating on Duri and/or fights with him

Saying that hes childish and naive or that hes too immature because of jealousy or smth

And him being the sun thats stays miles away so hes lonely and has himself to cope to shine

[wolfs-writing-den]

Snippet #1 - Aftermath

Obi-Wan and Dragon!Anakin escape, with the main casualty being Anakin’s arm. This is the late-night, unedited, rambling edition of a conversation that comes later- after the reveal that Dragon!Anakin is In Fact Vader The Sith.

Dw tho. I’m sure things go fine later. Mace is gonna be thrilled.

•Snippet Below!•

“Vader… your arm needs treatment. This ship’s kit barely has a decent strip of bacta, you need professional medical treatment-“

“Then drop me off at the next spaceport, and go home, Obi-wan.”

The Jedi seemed torn, and at that he could only growl through clenched teeth. The room swayed, another flash of pain left him almost breathless, clouding his senses and adding to the fog coating his thoughts.

Obi-Wan was shaking his head. Why was Obi-Wan shaking his head?

“I’m not going to abandon you.”

“Why not?!”

“Because you are injured! Severely!”

“That has never stopped anyone before!” Anakin’s growl turned thunderous, eyes flashing sickly golden-yellow. Obi-Wan faltered, before setting his jaw and staring back just as fiercely.

“Jedi do not just discard their allies- their friends- so easily.”

“Good, because I am neither-“ Anakin hissed, irritation and pain fueling his ire against this stubborn, stupid old man. “- I am a Monster, Jedi Knight. Worse even- a Sith Monster.” He spat, teeth sharpening into fangs even as a white-hot pounding in his bones warned against any further shift.

“I don't need your mercy or your help.”

The sad look he got from Obi-Wan in response only stoked the flames. With a bitter curse he moved to stand- only to try and brace himself with his missing hand. A guttural cry ripped from his throat as the roughly-bandaged remains of his forearm failed him, sending him to the floor in a rather inelegant heap.

Or well- he would’ve ended up there had Obi-Wan not caught him. He fell limp against the Jedi, his remaining hand clutching the other’s robes as he let himself be guided down to their knees. The gentleness and care that Obi-Wan took startled him, so abruptly different from his usual existence. It felt utterly surreal, like this was all merely a fever dream.

“No monster would’ve saved my young padawan like you did- no sith would’ve taken the care to ensure safe escape for all those slaves at the camp.”

“…” Anakin shivered, falling into the warmth of the Jedi holding him up, breathing ragged and broken. His arm burned, his senses felt muddled- the force was muted in a way it never had been before and instinctively, he knew it was associated with the loss of his arm. It would never be the same again.

“I- I am no friend of the Jedi.” His voice felt hoarse, and his words lost their bite. He was pretty sure he’d reopened something and was bleeding all over Obi-Wan. “You and Ahsoka don’t count. You’re both crazy.”

He got a quiet chuckle at that.

“But I’m serious. What do you think will happen when you bring me back to that fancy temple of yours on Coruscant?”

“You’ll get medical treatment, and proper care afterwards. You have valuable information- a deal could be struck for your safety. A sort of witness protection.”

Anakin could only blink up at the man owlishly, his sheer naivety astounding. “Obi-Wan…. I’ll be put in suppressing cuffs and thrown in the brig. They’ll torture whatever information they want out of me and then kill me if they know what’s good for them.”

Even before he was done talking, the other’s head was shaking ‘no’. Again. Damn him.

“Please- trust me. If you can’t trust the Jedi, trust in me. I won’t let your wounds go untreated- you lost your arm saving us, Vader. If you don’t get treatment now you may lose your life-“ his voice cracked, and to Anakin’s flagging consciousness, the emotion over something so trivial made absolutely no sense.

But… Obi-Wan believed it. The truth of his promise chimed out into the force, even muted as it was. He was so, so tired…..

“Fine.” He huffed, “do as you see fit.” Black spots flitted in and out of his vision- making his head hurt something fierce. He thought he may have heard his name being called as his eyes slid shut and he slumped against the warmth at his side- but he was unconscious again before it could matter.

Obi-wan was left holding his new charge- hoping desperately that he wasn’t making some horrible, horrible mistake.

•✨🐉•

[blockgamepirate]

If I'm entirely honest, even if I get that all fandoms love angst, I find it kinda tiring, especially when it comes to MCRP, because I got into MCRP partly to get away from the angsty shit. And that's still what I tend to want from it, and it feels like the perfect medium for more lighthearted and tongue-in-cheek stuff, because it's so inherently goofy lbr, but I guess people just love angst so much that they just gotta make everything about the angst

Not that I can't appreciate the angst too, sometimes, but there's been so much of it on QSMP lately. This is what frustrated me about DSMP too, when it just kept getting angstier and angstier and bleaker and bleaker...

I mean it's not that I think ALL MCRP has to be lighthearted, I would never wanna arbitrarily limit any medium like that, it's mostly just me being frustrated with the general tendency where I get into some series because it's funny and lighthearted but also has a cool story going on, and then inevitably it ALWAYS seems to get super angsty and often lose the things that made it appealing to me in the first place. I used to get this a lot with webcomics and now I'm getting it with MCRP

Jungryeok's introduction yesterday was a breath of fresh air tbh, didn't need to worry about any of the angst for several hours, just people chilling and having fun (even tho I was kind of overwhelmed too lol)

I'd like to enjoy Phil's streams the same way, and he does generally do his best to keep things lighthearted (even when it's his own angst he tends to not take it very seriously), but the angsty storylines keep intruding on his chill vibes too, you can't chill when you know what's actually going on in other POVs

(also the FOMO is too strong, I ended up watching Bagi and Tubbo instead of Phil yesterday because I wanted to know what happened and then I also kept checking in on Bad's POV when I realised he was live etc. I know that's my own fault, I should just not watch them when they're being angsty if I don't want angst but I still care about the characters and the story orz)

(And I want to check the tags on Tumblr and I want to see what other people are posting about QSMP, but the angst is even more impossible to avoid in fandom spaces, also it makes you very conscious about how people feel about Phil and his character so then you're even more stressed out when you watch his streams because any time he says something because he doesn't know any better or because he's assuming that the server is primarily meant for fun and not to be taken overly seriously, you know people are gonna rant about it, and then you have to once again quarantine yourself from the fandom to avoid being annoyed, which is boring)

It's the same problems I had with DSMP...

This is why I should become a Hermitcraft main again tbh

But at the same time I can't get the multilingual experience on Hermitcraft, I remember the other day seeing Iskall and Keralis talk and I found myself wondering for a second why they weren't speaking Swedish to each other (dw I did realise it very quickly lol) because I'd gotten so used to seeing people switching languages based on who they were talking to

The language stuff is 100% what I would miss the most if I dropped QSMP

I mean I would miss the roleplay too, I do enjoy the roleplay. And the eggs. And the characters in general. But yknow, there's other roleplay series out there, the multilingual aspect is harder to find

[corpseprxnce]

:( sad to hear you’re not feeling well.

Hope you have someone around to help take care of things, it’s really rough being ill alone, especially when the brain goblins are acting up :(

Wish I could make some soup for you and set you up for a movie with a heated blanket and gingerale!! Perfect recipe for illness

Just remember you’re too cool, funny, and sweet to be taken down by some illness 💞✨cool funny sweet people only go out from cool things like fighting bears on a lake on a log or something 💪🏼💪🏼😎

Hope you get some tea and plenty of water at least <3 I know it’s hard to stay well, sometimes the best you can do is endure until you can take care of yourself again 💞💞 we will make it together

Thank you for this 💕

I have family around, but tbh I'm kinda dealing with this by myself. It's okay tho.

Brain goblins is the phrase, feels like little gremlins up there atm.

I'd love some soup and another blanket omg, that'd be so so nice.

Maybe I caught the flu from that one bear I fought recently 🤧

I've been drinking a lot of tea and water dw, I'm doing my best!

[livmightlive]

I hope so bad that there’s more bbh centric fanfics in the future 😭

I know he doesn’t have a nonzero amount but UGH, I just need more, I’m greedy I know

like last stream he did??? That’s content gold right there. Please, like there could be so good whump fics out of that, hurt/comfort type stuff

Honestly, there’s so much good bbh content that I feel like that goes unnoticed on unused

I stg that I would write fics but I am never happy with my work 😭 words do not flow for me

if I made an ao3 thing of just fic ideas and headcanons would people like that??

Everything I maladaptive daydream is so self indulgent and project-y, idk if people even want to see that T~T

I always feel bad for want to see my favs in a whump or hurt/comfort but I think it’s just me wanting the part where they’re taken care of? I personally don’t enjoy fluff without any pain, no pain no gain y-know??

It’s deffo just older sibling projection, like he takes such good care of everyone, I just wanna see people take care of him 🥺 all I need is one good sickfic to tide me over for winter 💔

I would ask for fic recommendations but I think I’ve completely exhausted the bbh tag on ao3, tbh at this point I might go back to wattpad 😭 any recs there??

when I make these posts I feel like I’m stranded in the desert, pls I need to know if other people share my thoughts. Even if you don’t pls comment 🥺 I see likes come in and it makes me happy but I’m always like: “what exactly are they thinking tho???”

Dw I know that’s a lot to ask for I am needy

but like, I’ve gotten to the point where I will read fics where bbh is a good side character to get my fix 🥹

he’s just my favorite Minecraft guy and my brain is probably a little funny if you’re picking up what I’m putting down

just meowing out to the void

pls tho, touch base if you’re feeling thoughts

[efverse]

Hmm something something Garchomp and adultification. You are not much older or younger than your peers but you appear older™️ so we are going to treat you differently. Something about how matching evo to age is the norm. Something about how he’s only seen as interruptive or violent outside of a small group of people. Something about how he evolved young. Something about how even in his closest personal relationships he served as a bodyguard.

gahhhh him evolving early into gabite bc he thought hed be taken more seriously by others if he did...only for people to be so "annoying" about it that he avoided evolving again as long as he could(this also being one of the things that made him interested in studying evolution tho...)

garchomp just naturally being protective of people... working like a bodyguard for eon(unprompted) and helping ditto out too if she...needed him to do that. trying to protect his (ex)wife even if she could take care of herself.. him being one of those overprotective dads for their daughter....

or yknow SOMETHING like that !!

dw. he met his ex wife :)))))

yep cant wait to post about it all eventually-

💥💥💥GARCHOMPDITTOEON COLLEGE EXPLOSION💥💥💥

[marc--chilton]

okokok please don't feel pressured to keep answering my many asks (you can say "hey riff shut up" at any point and i will follow suit) but uh. here's another

yknow when house fakes cancer to try to fix his pain with that clinical trial and the ducklings find out and get all scared and chase gives house a hug while sobbing and house is just like "aw rats i got a blubbering australian twink hugging me because he thinks i'm dying"? by that point had said blubbering australian twink already wormed his way into house's paternal instincts or was he still just that dumb employee?

also, what would taub's a/b/o classification be in your opinion? because i can see many options for him (whereas imo basically all the others except chase and thirteen are betas). would being a beta married to an alpha or an omega cause any pressures in your relationship? in your mgv does that explain partially why taub's marriage is so failing (it's all his fault)?

-🎸

dw i know i dont have to answer everything i just Wanna, i'm closing in on thirty and have better things to worry about than answering asks on tumblr dot com. like getting my dentist referral tomorrow 😰

by that cancer faking point, chase has long since imprinted on house and house has warmed up to him enough to feel a little bad about upsetting him but not enough to come clean. it strains that tentative familial bond between them for a while. eventually they sort of smooth things out tho (mostly through nonverbal cues as that's the easiest way for house to communicate and not have his intentions be doubted as he doesn't do it often. not for 'professionalism' like one might think but because to do so is to tap into his instincts, and thanks to his own issues, means he's reminded that he's an omega. yknow, the problem with he has that stemmed from his own dad's rejection? yeah)

ducklings mgv statuses are as follows

omega - chase, cameron

beta - kutner

alpha - foreman, taub, thirteen

while a being a beta isn't a dealbreaker for relationships with alphas or omegas, since some betas especially struggle with the nuances of these statuses, there may be some bumps in the road. taub's marriage fails because he just sucks at being a husband. he actually toes the line of 'alpha' and 'beta' so while he's an alpha, he's not as 'tuned in', if that makes sense?? nor does he care to be on average since he's not taken super seriously as an alpha as a short balding guy

[sonikkublue]

Sorry if I’m spamming your au itches my brain so much so I’m just gonna put a few questions into one ask!

How would Mr H react if someone like killed tails or at least seriously hurt him to the point he was unconscious? (I wanna do an angsty drawing of them so bad)

What is team chaotix doing in this au? Are they working with knuckles or something? Like if knuckles is a private detective they work other smaller cases as a team while knuckles takes on bigger ones ect.

What’s eggmans deal in this au? Like is he like a rival Mafia Boss or something who’s trying to take him down?

Do Blaze and silver exist in this au? cause the whole being from the future and an alternate dimension thing, or are they just regular people in the same dimension instead?

Do like tails parents know that he’s been taken in my a mafia boss or do they not know and don’t care? Even if they did I doubt sonic would let them take his son

In that one comic where Mr H gets tails to shoot the guy their interrogating is that the first time tails shot someone or did it happen before? And when did Mr H decide that his son needed to know how to shoot someone?

Is tails just desensitised to violence after being surrounded by it for so long or is he a little nervous around violent things/people?

Sorry for the spam I’m just rly curious about this au cause I love it sm, your AU is really cool and so is your art!! Keep up the amazing work man cause I genuinely adore what you do!

Hey dw!! I love answering ppls questions, especially urs!! No need to apologize👍 I rly appreciate ur love for my au, it rly does make me happy!! tyvm!!!

Now let's see...

That, I want ppl to see thru illustration. I have better experience showing ppl than explaining it to them hehe but go wild with what you see happening!! I would love to see what u come up with >:)

Actually I've been thinkin abt that tbh. I have a couple ideas, but idk who I can approve of them with since it's just me workin on this LMAO I'll come to a conclusion at some point >:) But for now, let's just say that that Chaotix are like Knuckles' deputies to the sheriff- but Knuckles mostly takes bigger cases, and cases itself alone... meanwhile the Chaotix takes smaller ones

Yes, Robotnik is in fact a rival to Mr. H!! thru business tho, nothing more. Eggman goes by "Robotnik" in this au (thinking of changing his name cuz who knows) but Eggman is used as a little insult from Mr. H, but "Eggman" isn't taken in by Robotnik, since he wants to be respected

I've been thinkin abt something for Blaze, but idk abt Silver tho. I haven't been doin much thinkin on them tbh

I've already settled with a plan for Tails' parents, so you'll have to wait and see >:)

I actually don't wanna consider that one 'canon' more like a shitpost sort of thing- but then again I can use that as an excuse for Mr. H teaching his son how to use a weapon for protection, by letting him shoot his debtors by using them as dummies LMAO

Mr. H actually keeps Tails away from violence and stuff. Cuz if it's one thing that Mr. H wants for his kid, is a childhood. He knows that littlest things of violence, or wrong choice of words can stick with a child, and form as a way of mental/verbal trauma. So Mr. H tries his best to keep his son away from that stuff. Mr. H actually covers this said violent stuff up, by explaining it in a much more 'friendly' way, and silly too. Makin it fun for the kid, yaknow?

Also tysm, i rly appreciate ur love for my au!! Again, no need to apologize!! I love getting and answering questions, and if u have anymore, just lemme know!!👍

[lordarsonizzzzt]

HELLO HELLO BABY HOW DO YOU DO ITI was taking a shower and an idea struck me-What about (y/n) super mysterious demon??? (tall, maybe 250 centimeters?? Sharp claws, shark teeth and long horns??) She is a new anomaly who complains all the time to everyone who is near her, because this stupid person looked at her the wrong way (a couple of dozen seriously injured employees fund...And then the great minds of the foundation decide to send Dr. Glass to her. What will happen to him????? He will probably dieWait, why hasn't that super-tall demon killed him yet, AND THE HELL WHY THEY ARE SO CLOSE...

Actually (y/n) knew Glass's great-great-great-grandfather a long time ago. And both of them (y/n and very distant grandfather of Glass) had a falling out, and it so happened that the grandfather "lost" and, so to speak, "married" her grandson to her, who should be born in the distant future (that is, the current Dr. Glass) and lo and behold, they finally met and now (y/n) takes care of him as best he can-

I can go on forever, sorry about that,,,,

sorry for the mistakes english is not my native language

SO I HOPE ITS OK IF I CHANGED A FEW THINGS ALSO I MADE A DRAW OF HOW I THINK READER LOOKS? also dw, im not a native speaker either

DR GLASS WITH DEMON S/O

➸ You got to the foundation after they found you killing people that got into you 'territory'

➸ You didn't mind the containment, they would listen to your petitions of having a tea set, a nice table and some couches.

➸ You wouldn't get many visitors tho, so those little times that they would interview you would be used to talk about this and that, your old days when the word was shittier and man couldn't do drag.

➸ One day tho, a tiny boy came inside and you were confused. Did they finally listened to your request of having someone to talk to?

➸ His name was 'Simon Glass', it sounded familiar. You two talked a lot while sharing a cup of tea, he would listen and question all the histories you would tell him, that alone filled your heart with joy.

➸ And then you remember! You decided you would tell him anyways, so there you were, telling the blonde guy that you met his great great great grandfather and he made a deal with you, eternal riches, and his great great great grandson would be your husband.

➸ Poor thing was taken aback after this information, he offered meeting more if that was okay with you since he wouldn't marry someone he doesn't know, normally you would kill whoever dared to say you weren't worthy marrying even if it was the first time meeting them, but since he was so polite you accepted.

➸ Glass was very nice to you and would bring different types of tea bags and a lot of shit that happened outside, you would always wait for him and slowly, you started feeling like you never felt before. Could this be love?

➸ Glass knew he had little to no choice in the matter, but he started taking a liking to you so he guessed, why not?

➸ You would pet his head like he was a little dog, I mean, you were pretty tall so he might as well be

➸ He would cuddle with you *after figuring out how* and would wait until you are fully asleep to get out your containment cell.

➸ Sadly for you, he is going to die one day and you'll keep on living, but you get to enjoy him now :)

[lost-in-azalea-forest]

i had sooo much papers to sign and all but damn, i am so happy to have gone through this day and taken care of some important things, i am like a deflated baloon lying on my f/os. neuvi thoughts are prominent today so he's the victim, he would be so worried tho ksksjs dw love it just happens to humans, take it easy, a kiss or two will help, srsly

[snoopyliker]

sometimes i really want to write posts about alloromantism and romantic love and expectations of relationships set by people and i want to talk about the aromantic spectrum and platonic love and the importance of it and relationships of those that defy what is seen as “normal” and i want to talk about gestures of affection and peoples fear of dying alone and devotion and being completely in love with someone and how thats automatically taken as romantic and i want to share my own feelings regarding these topics as well as sexuality and how that also influences so much about people and how it ties in with romance or the lack of it. but then im like… minecraft tho👀🔥

Aah Pix I forgot you were aspec!! As a fellow aspec if you ever end up writing about these topics I will absolutely love it, deconstructing amatonornativity will always be my favourite thing

And also on the topics of platonic love and minecraft... Jaiden and Roier were my favourite platonic duo and I also love the morning crew's found family dynamic. And actually even the relationship between Fit and Pac so far has felt similar to a qpr to me because of how much their relationship can be read as like, almost alterous instead of strictly romantic? Anyways bless the qsmp for giving us such strong platonic relationships

i dont think ive ever outwardly said anything about my identity so dw i dont think u could forget if i never said anything to begin with LOL

i think the extent of what ive said is “im just me.” i do want to write that post one day since its stuff i enjoy talking about and sharing my feelings on

morning crew is a really nice display of platonic love theyre cool theyre neat

the qsmp with all the characters has showcased so many wonderful dynamics between characters when it comes to family and friendship and its rllllyyyy cool. in what other media do you see children asking adults they trust to be their mom or dad, 5+ parents caring for a single child, literally a group where everyone is referred to by family titles like uncle or aunt or grandma or dad etc its cute. theres so much love in this story and its cool because not all strictly romantic and you can tell neither is treated as superior to the others. family matter friends matter partners matter peace and love on planet earth

[sk8junksid]

Hi i follwo you on cuttle oven instagram i'm curious about irina! she has one of my favorite designs but i feel like shes talked about the least, has there been any chances to her character since the last carrd update?

YAYY !! yes if u seen the rework seriez i did on ig she waz actually apart of that!! ive been wanting 2 talk abt her more often i feel liek evryone who findz out abt cuttle oven she endz up their favorite but there iznt a lot for them 2 go off of so herez some context!! shez 10, n probably one of the only charaz i have ive given a canon age too ;-; shez richest kid in town!! but her mom doeznt rlly have the time 2 deal w her (but she has The Money so she pays the local cottage mute rich kid (simona, black cat) who specifically uses their wealth 2 be alone 2 deal w irina for her. and ofc axel (big floppy ear brown dog) tryna bag a baddie so hes also there. hanging around simona and therefore gets himself into the place of becoming irinas second babysitter. axel actz like he hatez it in the beginning and he teases irina (even tho he holds all her plushies for her when they go 2 the park..) and whines but then it slowly transformz into him trying to be the Better babysitter and he startz a one sided competiton which then just turnz into even more of irina getting more spoiled than she alrdy is anyway irina thinkz axel is dumb and she def playz into all hiz ego stuff so she profitz off of it she preferred it whn it was jst her and simona most of the time bc it qaz quiet before but axel will dress up with her (Simona will never.))) and she LOVEZ it. irina still lovez christmas caroling and singing in general and axel is so theatric and he loves stuff like that too so when they find out axel triez 2 be nonchalant calm mature but irina iz FREAKING OUT bc now she haz someone new 2 invite to carol. <3 irina lovez candlez n warm stuff n jsut being cozy in general. but she cant rlly be at home most of the time bc her mom iz a clean freak and once irina stepz in the house she suddenly getz a bunch of chorez, but irinaz mom kickz simona and axel out of thr house anyway and basically pays them to bring her . Literally anywhere else. irina wishez she could love her mom but itz hard for her when her mom actz like she doeznt even want her!! (which iznt true her mom iz just stressed) but irina iz respectful, but when her caretakers arnt available and irina iz stuck at home with her mom, irina doez get a bit irritated w her especislly bc her mom haz issues letting othr ppl clean the house (she will pay people to come do anything else) bc shes very punctual abt that stuff and itz very personal 2 her so the only person she trustz to clean anything in the house is also irina hence Chores. which makes irina very convenient bc her mom is a very busy business woman!! but the thing iz kidz needa be taken care of and while irinaz mom is stressing she forgets irina needz 2 eat which is. not good which is why she started babysitter stuff in the first place :/ anyway irina deservez more friendz n stuff n dw shez gonna get that!!! i love her ty for ASKING gigglez freakz out a lil in Circle.

[fluxrspar]

Wanted Plots (Sep-Oct)

whoa heyyyyyyyy it's been a hot second since i've done one of these apparently :joy:

I've got some prompts I'm interested in picking up on Selena this board! So, better late to post than never or something? I need my Fruit Ninja.

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fwuit ninja — sword +1

i'mma be honest part of the reason i want to do it so bad is cuz i'm proud of myself for making a prompt that got voted in :crylaugh: IC-WISE THO I think Selena would be one of the folks interested in cleaning up after all the mess is made; because like, wasteful. Could be made to participate in the games though if it is promised that she and whoever she's playing with will clean it all up afterwards. taken by: katarina ( @ephemeralove )

i'm a healer, but... — gauntlet +1

I think Selena is neat for the fact that she's a mage/staff user but is built like a physical fighter GWAHAHA (i saw this especially when working on her stats meta—get that hp growth gurl!!—but it's also partially a HC thing dw bout it:sparkles:) As such, she wouldn't be too disheartened if she had to fight without her tomes/any other conventional weapons! We need to be brutal? Whatever it takes :stare: taken by: ena ( @spinnerofhope )

investigating foul magic — reason +1

FAKE BOOK READER ALERT I actually have no familiarity with Dorian Gray haha I just think the prompt is neat! I think the idea of someone no longer being the person you devoted yourself to would also be really interesting for Selena to interact with as a third-party, even if her only prior experience with the topic is in a platonic sense. Also, as someone with a degree of experience with magic, she'd want to lend her skill to resolving the mystery and fixing the situation however she can. taken by: linhardt ( @warpaway )

caring for the helpless — faith +1

Selena doesn't expect herself to be a parent anytime soon (or possibly ever? Don't worry about it), but she still thinks being able to work with/care for kids is an important skill to have! Maybe not like this. She still wants to try though!!! taken by: tethys ( @stepsahead )

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control yourself (or don't) — faith +1

TIL sacred stones has the berserk staff :joy: Selena may or may not have a faint familiarity with it, but the moment she realizes how dangerous it is, she's going to step in and try to control its magic. Whether she or her partner ends up getting berserk'd doesn't really matter to me, though you might want to be lightning-proof if it's Selena :crylaugh: taken by: ephraim ( @heliacalrisings )

children...... — any +1

I'm imagining Selena to be interacting with the babified muse, and in this instance, I'm mostly interested in this prompt for people Selena has already interacted with before (though they need not be complete interactions; just enough that she can recognize them and have a sense of who they are in modern-day)! Selena as the babified also works, but your muse ought to be prepared for a child who is not too much different from how she is at present :joy: Mostly looking at a contrast between who you are now and who you used to be. taken by: m!alear ( @alyration )

Aside from the ones I've listed above, she's also interested in the old authority and old any+ prompts (with a vague sense of comparing customer service to knighthood), the heavy armor prompt (with an idea of the unrelenting cold and what it can do to people), and both flying prompts (with no proper ideas right now), but I'd ask anyone who asks for those to have an idea beforehand or be prepared to hash something out, 'cause I don't have enough formulated to come up with a proper thread call for them fdnsjkfn

Oh, and of course! I'm always down to thread non-mission board stuff, just hmu! DMs are preferred for easier tracking, but pings in plotting work; and for the dash-bound, I'm also cool with IMs for the same reason as DMs! Thank you all kindly :saluting_face::sparkles: