#his blue streak dont even get me started

[dasketcherz]

really a firm believer that varian's meant to be the real holder of the moonstone hadnt he been left behind bars in corona and cass was really just some jealous snatcher of other ppl's destinies 💀

[leviraaaaaa]

–Where the waves fade–

"Isn't this enough exploring? We're way too far."

"Hush," You threw your hand in an airy wave, indicating him to be quiet. "We're not that far, I can still hear Hange from here."

You continued to walk, paying no mind to the streak of grumbles and mumbled curses he let out under his breath. This was the first ever time here at the sea, and you were way too entranced by it. Not to mention, Levi is Levi and he'll complain no matter what you do so you learnt long ago to just shut up and let him sulk.

You looked sideways, where the endless blue went on, waves crashing just besides your feet. Sometimes, particularly large waves washed over your feet, the water trickling over your shoes. You could feel the sand slipping way underneath, just barely enough to make you slightly unstable. It was windy, the air making your hair fly everywhere, you could taste the saltiness.

You had separated yourself from the small chaotic group, letting yourself stray away, following where the wind goes. You walked alongside the beach, sand had slipped through your boots somehow, making it uncomfortable but you didn't really care. If you're gonna see the sea might as well experience it too.

It felt good.

Like freedom.

Though clearly, Levi did not share the same point of view.

"God knows what Hange is doing, can you for fucks sake, turn around?" He called out, glancing warily from you to the back, where you could just barely see the top of the heads of Hange and the others, conflicted on whether it was safe to leave them there on their own but also hesitant to leave you as well. His shoulders were tense, even the experience of seeing something as miraculous as the sea couldn't relax him a little.

"I didn't ask you to follow me, Levi." You sighed, looking over your shoulder to meet the eyes of the man who was grumpily walking behind you. "Go back, I'll be fine."

"Yeah sure." He scowled. "I leave and then you drown."

You only rolled your eyes, not bothering to respond.

"Where the hell are you going anyways? You don't know shit around here, it's not safe."

"I dont know. I'm just walking." You halted, turning around. "Levi." You said.

"What?"

"Walk with me."

"I am."

"No, you're walking behind me, come and walk beside me." You gestured him forward. "It's okay, I won't shove you down the water."

He gave you a wary look that clearly said I don't trust you but he fastened his pace anyway, until he was beside you. He glanced down at your soggy and sand covered boots, making a repulsed expression. "You ruined your fucking shoes."

You followed his glance, looking down. "True." You smiled. Then you leaned down, hooking your fingers through the edge and took your boots off, one after the other. You threw them both somewhere behind you carelessly. Levi stared at you horrified.

"What are you doing?" He asked blankly.

"Taking my shoes off?" You mumbled, digging your heels in the sand. It felt ticklish and weird, but so soft too. "Now, there's no shoes to ruin."

"You're disgusting."

"It's just sand Levi."

"It's disgusting."

"Come on, it feels good."

"If you're trying to convince me to do the same you've gone insane.”

Safe to say, you paid no heed to him. Instead, tiptoeing over the sand carefully, you started edging towards the water. The waves crashed hard, trickling water through your toes and almost making you lose your balance but you felt glee.

“There could be like a million fucking things in there,” Levi was complaining gruffly, “We don't know shit about this place. And all of you are acting like children. Hey, are you even listeni—”

“Levi, I'm gonna run in.”

“Wh—”

But he didn't even get to finish his sentence and you were already running, squealing loudly when the wind hit you hard, the water splashing around you high with every clumsy and wild step you took and in a second you were drenched. “Oh my god!” You let out an excited laugh when a big wave crashed against your ankle, almost tipping you off. You twirled, giggling. “Oh my god!"

“Are you sure you're not gonna come in?” You yelled at him loudly, barely audible through the loud wind.

He looked down at the water, warily stepping away and casting them a suspicious glare crept closer to his boots with every wave.

He thinks. He doesn't like water. Water is unpredictable. Water is chaotic. Water is not something he can control and he doesn't like things he can't control.

But he looked at you again and all denial seemed to leave him.

The expanse of blue stretched far beyond where his eye could see. The sea was mesmerizing, timeless. But so were you.

So were you.

And for a second, Levi's head was blank.

He wasn't watching the sea anymore. All he could see was you. You, with that radiant smile of yours, in the endless blue with your hair wet and flying around everywhere, water dripping down your face. The ocean glittered, and even from here, he could see the water drops that clung to your lashes, the sheen on your lips. The flowy white blouse you wore was now completely drenched, the fabric stuck to your skin. Far in the horizon, the sun was lower, just about to set. It was sending its last few bright rays and it hit you, painting the most dazzling scene he'd ever seen.

He could hear your laughter, high and sweet, creating a beautiful harmony as the wind howled alongside, the sea roaring with every crash.

You looked unreal.

Temptations. He knew. He knew he should know better. But when had he ever known better when it came to you?

You were you and he was only just a man.

He was only a man.

Slowly, he lowered down, his fingers moving swiftly to untie the laces of his boots. He rolled up his pants and his sleeves. Then slower, even slower, he took a step.

The joy of you was beyond words. You could hardly keep your happiness contained, glowing in excitement when you saw him cautiously edging in the water with the grumpiest face. You were almost bouncing. “See?” You exclaimed happily, grinning at him. “It's not so bad right?”

When you reach out your hand, he takes it. He lets you guide him through the cold water lapping at his feet. “It's fucking freezing.” He scoffed, goosebumps rising on his skin. The sand felt weird underneath, it made him feel unstable, like something kept shifting out of his feet and he was floating.

As if on cue, a big wave crashed, kicking the balance from your feet. You'd already been swaying, unused to the constantly shifting water and the soft ground. As the water rushed past you, you almost tipped over

“Oh fuck—” The curse escaped you as you felt your feet lose it's hold and you leaned forward. But Levi was quicker, his arms grabbing onto your waist before you fell face first, stabilizing you. You shot an apologetic grin towards him, holding on his arms to regain your balance. He did not look impressed.

“I warned you.” He said flatly. “I'm not gonna fish you out if you fall and drown and die.”

“You just did though.”

“Keep talking and that'll change.” But his grip tightened around you.

You didn't push further. You've already pushed your luck far beyond when you'd managed to get him into the water. If you pushed further, chances were he'd drag you out of here. Nope, you'll take what you get.

The two of you stood like that for a while. The chilly water licked at your knees, rushing up to meet you as you just let the rhythm of the waves brush over you, the horizon stretching out into infinity. The salty air filled your lungs as you shared this unspoken moment—a glimpse of something bigger, a freedom so rare in your world that neither of you knew how long it would last.

“It's beautiful, isn't it?” You said softly, gaze set on the horizon. The setting sun gleamed off of your eyes.

Is it? He wondered as he looked at you. You were watching the ocean with the widest eyes, like you'd been entranced by it.

The ocean was beautiful. In its own strange way. There was this vastness about it, endlessly stretching blue. But he could hardly be aware of what was before him when you were beside him.

You're beautiful, is what he wants to say.

It's something in your eyes, he thought. The certain spark only you've ever had. There was an entire ocean in your eyes. There was an entire universe in your eyes. He wanted to tell you he had already seen everything beautiful there was to see. He doesn't need the fucking ocean or the mountains or the stars, everything you're always being sappy about. He had the fate to look at you.

He doesn't say any of it though. He doesn't have the guts too.

Instead, he slides his fingers through yours. You look surprised, but you don't pull away. He almost stop breathing when your hold tightened.

He didn't know what you were thinking and he didn't want to know. He hoped you think it's because he doesn't want you to fall or to trip. He hoped you wouldn't feel the rush of blood in his ears that howled louder than the wind ever could. He hoped you didn't see the look on his face or hear the heart that was slamming against his chest.

He hoped that you would never find out. But he was so, so scared. So scared as the sun set and the light was leaving the world, with the waves washing away, that if he doesn't hold on to you, you'd slip through his fingers. You'd fade. You'd disappear like every good thing he's ever had in his life.

So he held on.

[caligvlasaqvarivm]

Love is Stored in the Cat: A Nepeta Leijon Character Study

I guess these are a series now! I also have a request for Feferi in my inbox that I'll get around to eventually.

SO! Dear, sweet Nepeta.

Nepeta is the troll that is most against the existence of the hemocaste.

I believe the Ultimate Self speech was originally going to be from her, not Davepetasprite^2.

She's bad at shipping.

These all make her extremely impurrtant!!!

So furst of all, I'm going to start with the same disclaimer as my Eridan essay (go read that first!!! It sets up a lot of ideas that I'm expanding on here), which is that the things Hussie says are going to be lowered in value, because he likes to play coy about plot stuff. I'm also not counting anything but the actual text as canon, and even with in that text, I'm counting everything after GAME OVER as soft canon - a suggestion of what would have been, often truncated for time, often a deliberate middle finger to the shitty fandom.

Okay, so with that squared away!

Nepeta Says Fuck The Hemocaste

I'm not going to bother doing a deep dive on Nepeta's characterization, because fur the most part, I think the fandom more or less gets her right - she wears her heart (h33h33) on her sl33ve, after all! She's a very sweet little catgirl who loves roleplay and shipping, who is also a vicious hunter of wild beasts and lives in a cave. She's very nice and friendly, but has a tough streak and a spine.

She also says fuck the hemocaste, why does that even exist:

CT: D --> Your fraternization with the base classes have 100sened your morals, can't you see this AC: :33 < no! i dont care, they are fun AC: :33 < and i dont know anything about classes or bases or blood color, it doesn't matter! AC: :33 < what does gr33n blood even mean! it doesnt mean anything to me and it shouldnt mean anything to anyone else!

This is a radical stance not outright shared by any of the other trolls. Aradia calls highbloods "hateful sn0bs" that she and Tavros shouldn't have "ever had anything t0 d0 with", the highbloods are, of course, all casteist to varying degrees, and even Karkat seems fairly accepting of the class divide, at one point taunting Vriska that her rejection from the blue team is "ANOTHER INFURIATING VICTORY FOR GUTTER BLOOD OVER ARISTOCRACY". Not to mention his long-held dream of becoming a threshecutioner.

Even Feferi, despite saying to Eridan that "W-E AR-E NOT B-ETT-ER T)(AN ANYBODY!!!!!", is actually perfectly comfortable with the caste system's existence, comparing having to stop using her royal typing quirk to "peasant-IFICATING" herself - and let's not forget that a Beforus under her rule had its caste system 100% intact.

This means that Nepeta is the ONLY troll who has said, in no uncertain terms, that the caste system should not exist. It's stupid, it's bad, and it doesn't meowtter!

AND SHE'S RIGHT.

But she's never able to fully express this opinion, which brings us to:

A COMPLICKATED RELATIONSHIP WITH EQUIUS

Now, before I say anything, I must insist that I do believe these two work as good moirails. That does not, however, stop them from being 13, and therefore, being poor to each other the way 13-year-olds sometimes are. I don't think they should break up; I think they should re-examine certain dynamics, and I think they need some space to breathe apart from each other.

Equius has a lot of problems, which I won't get into overmuch here, because... that's a whole essay on its own (are you people seeing a trend yet). But with regards to Nepeta specifically, he's extremely controlling and protective, to the point where she's a little scared of him before the game begins:

AC: :33 < well it does sound like it will be a lot of fun but i think i should get purrmission first GC: BL4R!!!!! GC: TH4TS SO STUP1D GC: H3S NOT TH3 BOSS OF YOU AC: :33 < i know! AC: :33 < but still im kind of scared of him and i think purrhaps its best to just run it by him first so there isnt a kerfuffle about it or anything

She's also afraid to tell him about her crush on Karkat, since she knows he doesn't like Karkat:

AC: :33 < well AC: :33 < i have never told anybody this not even my moirail AC: :33 < heh, actually hes the LAST guy i might tell, he so wouldnt appurrve X33 AC: :33 < but yes i have liked somebody for quite some time, but alas he doesnt know it

By the time they end their game, she's gotten over this fear, seeing as she spends many hours curled up with Equius in a pile of robotics parts, but it still must be noted that they have some issues in their relationship that were never resolved, primarily on Equius's end. What this means for Nepeta, however, is that in addition to setting her up as the most outright anti-classism troll, the comic sets her up to be socially isolated due to her moirail's paranoia about letting her associate with both lowbloods (seeing them as bad influences) OR other highbloods, seeing them as dangerous.

He's not entirely wrong - his refusal to allow her to participate in FLARP kept her from winding up entangled in the horrible chain of revenge, as Tavros alludes:

AT: iT'S PROBABLY FOR THE BEST, AT: tHAT YOU LISTEN TO HIM, AC: :33 < i dont know AC: :33 < you think so? AT: wELL, AT: iF YOU DIDN'T LISTEN TO HIM BEFORE, AT: yOU MIGHT HAVE PLAYED GAMES WITH US BEFORE, AT: aND SOMETHING BAD MIGHT HAVE HAPPENED TO YOU, AC: :33 < hmm purrhaps

But he's still wrong. And it's probably an uncontrolled manifestation of his Heir of Void abilities - he's both consciously and unconsciously hiding her from other people.

This isn't to say she doesn't stand up for herself! Many of her discussions with Equius are pseudo-arguments, and she does get her way often enough, managing to get him to roleplay with her, and managing to get him back in the roboti% pile to talk about his feelings about Aradia. She also talks to the humans explicitly against Equius's orders, although she's keeping it a sneakret from him:

NEPETA: :33 < but equius already furbid me from doing that :(( NEPETA: :33 < not that i am listening to him, but shhhhh! :33 KARKAT: WAIT, HE DID? KARKAT: OK, THEN AS YOUR LEADER I ORDER YOU TO RP WITH THEM AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE. BE AS OBNOXIOUS ABOUT IT AS YOU CAN. NEPETA: :33 < yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!

But the fact that she has to tiptoe around him like this speaks to them having issues in their relationship that go unexamined and unresolved, especially since it's clear that Nepeta really would like to be friends with more people, were Equius not getting in her way. So, even though I do think they are good moirails for each other - they clearly genuinely, deeply care about one another. But they could use some relationship counselling.

In fact, Jasprosesprite^2 outright calls her lonely:

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Or the girl who likes ships! Cause they made her less lonely. ;3

So, she's anti-hemocaste and lonely, two character traits that were set up and never resolved. And beclaws this is Nepeta, in her honor, I'm going to talk about a third:

Her Unrequited Crush On Karcat

She has the BIGGEST flushed crush on Karkat. It's seen on her shipping wall twice, once with the word OTP on it.

And, despite never discussing it with her moirail, Nepeta mentions it once to Jaspersprite, and once to Jasprosesprite^2.

Now, I'm not really here to debate on the validity of KatNep - I think it's fine, even if I don't personally ship it, and don't personally think it would work out (there are lots of indications that they wouldn't work out, including Jasprosesprite^2 outright saying so). However, her crush on Karkat is both complicated and creates some interesting setups for her character. I am going to discuss it fairly critically either way, so KatNep shippers have been warned.

A lot of her feelings about Karkat - and about shipping in general - wind up being heavily interlinked with her status as a Hero of Heart, so I'm going to expand on it more there. But what I will note in this section is the fact that, despite Nepeta insisting twice that she doesn't think Karkat knows about her crush on her:

NEPETASPRITE: :33 < it was karkat NEPETASPRITE: :33 < but i never told him and im pretty sure he never found out how i felt!

He tooootally did:

KARKAT: OK, BUT TO BE FAIR, I'M PRETTY SURE SHE'S STILL OBSESSED WITH ME. KARKAT: IT'S A VERY UNFORTUNATE, VERY RED AND VERY UNREQUITED SITUATION I'VE BEEN TRYING TO TIPTOE AROUND FOR A LONG TIME, OK?

Interpret that how you will for shipping purposes, but I want to propose that this is a reflection of their statuses as Heart and Blood players. Heart, despite its players' obsessions with romance, is not the romance aspect, Blood is. Karkat displays this very same romantic acumen when he tells Dave that he's known Terezi and Gamzee were a thing for a long time, despite everyone else on the meteor trying to keep it a secret from him. Heart is, instead, about identity, feelings, motivations, souls, and self. In other words:

Nepeta Is Kind Of Bad At Shipping

Let's take a look at those shipping walls.

Let's break this down a little. Nepeta's ships are not entirely wrong, but even the successful ones are kind of wrong. Here's what I mean. We've already discussed how Equius and Nepeta's moirallegiance has some... issues in it. If we go down her list of ships that actually do happen, most of them have some issues in them!

Aradia expresses her regret for getting together with Equius in the Ministrife. Kanaya and Rose suffer some major relationship problems when Rose starts drinking, to the point Karkat feels a need to step in as an auspice. Karkat and Gamzee fail, as Karkat is not calmed by Gamzee, and Gamzee stops listening to Karkat. And while Sollux and Feferi seem to be fairly healthy, after they both wind up in the Furthest Ring, he's pretty much always next to Aradia - he and Feferi don't even get to exchange words with each other once they're in the Furthest Ring. Purrsonally, I think he and Feferi are meant to end up as moirails, but shhhh.

So what's happening here? Well, this goes back to her identity as a Heart player. Heart is concerned with feelings and motivations.

They simply want to understand the one thing we all are stuck with for our entire lives, i.e. our own minds. Forging an identity is extremely important to the Heart-bound, and every decision and action goes toward building a coherent narrative of their own story. That isn't to say Heart-bound don't care deeply for their friends and allies; they just have a tendency to assume that everyone is as concerned with identity as they are.

Nepeta's shipping has also been associated with her isolation and loneliness. When you put this together, it implies that Nepeta's shipping is about her desire to understand others, and much of her ships are based on one of the parties having feelings, regardless of compatibility, feasibility, or broader implications. After all, despite the fact that she has pretty terrible romantic acumen, she IS able to instinctively identify that Eridan's advances toward her were insincere:

NEPETASPRITE: :33 < well ok i guess eridan hit on me a few times NEPETASPRITE: :33 < but his advances always struck me as cr33py and insincere

And that Karkat secretly LOVES and RESPECTS his friends:

JASPROSESPRITE^2: On the contrary Nepeta. You deserve someone who will RESPECT and ADORE you. NEPETASPRITE: :33 < well... yes NEPETASPRITE: :33 < i always hoped to find someone like that some day NEPETASPRITE: :33 < i dunno maybe youre right but in spite of whatever problems he might have i always felt like i saw something in him that made me think he could be that purrson!

Or knowing that Equius loves to play games, and still feels sad about Aradia exploding:

AC: :33 < i s33 right through your stupid act, who are you trying to kid! AC: :33 < look how you go out of your way to use words that have x's in them so that you can use your silly purrcent signs AC: :33 < or use these absurd words that you can shoehorn a '100' into, even if its not strictly replacing 'loo'!!! AC: :33 < you are so transpurrent AC: :33 < i can tell you like to play games, d33p down you are a guy who likes to play games! AC: :33 < i can smell a guy who likes to play games from so fur away with this nose, you have no idea X33

NEPETA: :33 < she was so happy, just like she used to be, and she said she would s33 you soon! EQUIUS: D --> That's a nice thought, and thank you for sharing it EQUIUS: D --> But it was only a dream, and will surely have no consequence in reality NEPETA: :33 < equius? NEPETA: :33 < are those f33lings i an detecting with my wiggly whiskery nose? EQUIUS: D --> Maybe

Because feelings, and not relationships, are her actual domain.

And speaking of Heart powers...

Nepeta and the Ultimate Self

So from this point forward, I'm going to assume you're more or less agreeing with my take that at some point after Game Over, Hussie - for whatever reason - gave up on his original ending, and wound up truncating his ideas so he could finish the comic faster. I go more into detail about that here.

So, in this hypothetical original ending, I firmly believe that the speech about the Ultimate Self would have come from Nepeta. First, let's take a look at what the "Ultimate Self" entails, as it appears within the comic:

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < everything that ever happens to every version of you is an important part of your ultimate self... like a superceding bodyless and timeless persona that crosses the boundaries of paradox space and unlike god tiers or bubble ghosts or whatever, it really IS immortal DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < but in your physical form there are all these partitions in your mind that prevent you from remembering any of that which makes your existence f33l totally linear DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < which is probably for the best! DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < in a regular body s33ing all that would be too overwhelming ... DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < and after it sinks in for a while you start coming to this understanding of a greater self DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < maybe i "got it" quicker though because of the two people i was and their aspects DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < understanding heart is all about the nuances of a distributed self DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < nepeta never got to make much headway with her aspect but shes finally gettin the chance DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < the time aspect is all about running into different versions of yourself so you kinda get confronted with it in a really literal way that can be disturbing DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < obviously davesprite stuggled with that too, but now its fine DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < hes fr33 from worrying about it all and what it means for his place in reality DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < because he can s33 now all his selves have relevance in painting the full picture of who he truly is DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < im not COMPLETELY sure because im not like some sort of ASPECT MASTER but DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < my avian slash feline intuition tells me that all roads will lead you here eventually DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < gaining the d33pest possible understanding of any aspect will bring you to the same final conclusion about your ultimate self

Now, I believe - and I hope you'll agree - that it's kind of lame, narratively, for Davesprite to have been set up with so much angst about not being the "real Dave," and for Nepeta to have all her issues with loneliness and shyness, and for these two specific iterations of each other to have never interacted, but suddenly getting double-prototyped fixes all of their problems, and they achieve Ultimate Selfhood despite being two total strangers to each other. So let's instead break down the more salient points about what Ultimate Selfhood entails, divorced from the fact that it's Davepetasprite^2 doing the narrating:

Every player in the game possesses an "Ultimate Self," an ultimate culmination of all their experiences and memories, specifically referred to as a "persona"

Normally, people are not aware of this, because it would be too overwhelming to deal with so many memories and iterations of each other.

Everyone will achieve Ultimate Selfhood eventually as the final culmination of their understanding of their aspect.

Heart is all about the nuances of a distributed self.

Let's talk about that last one some more, and by that I mean, let's see what Calliope has to say about it:

TT: I don't know why it had to be this way for me. Juggling these two waking selves at once. TT: I guess I'm used to it, but it still makes for a pretty intense existence. TT: Do you even know what the deal with that is? Like is there any precedent in your readings? UU: i don't know aboUt precedent, bUt it makes plenty of sense to me as the type of path one might expect for a hero of heart. UU: a path rUled by the heart aspect can be a joUrney of splintered self. UU: that is, the player's being may exhibit the same kind of fragmentation which certain classes coUld caUse in others. UU: i think this is what has triggered yoUr dUal-awareness between waking and dream selves, thoUgh it woUld not sUrprise me if the symptoms manifested in even more ways than this.

Now, Dirk has a clawmplicated relationship with his alternate selves, given that he's a Prince, but Nepeta wouldn't have the same struggles, or at least, not to the same degree. The problem is, hampered by Equius and her own shyness about discussing her thoughts and feelings with others:

NEPETASPRITE: :33 < i get so shy and worried what people might think of me if i say how i f33l NEPETASPRITE: :33 < im always so scared that they wont f33l the same way or just think im stupid or pathetic or something

She never actually gets to explore this part of herself.

But What If... She Did?

The way I imagine the original ending going is that each troll that gets saved by John's interference in the timeline then asks John to help them fix their own mistakes, thereby saving somebody else. Each successive trip through the meteor brings new character development, and also riddles the comic with progressively more password pages, which I think would be really funny. And throughout all this the Game Over team is searching for Vriska, Meenah, and the treasure, and resolving their arcs that way, so it's not like they would be replaced - they're the ones who get to kill LE. The process, in my mind, goes like this:

Terezi asks John to save Vriska, and prevent her from getting too spades with Gamzee, as these are her two greatest regrets.

Vriska obviously had great regrets about killing Tavros, both pre- and post-retcon, so she asks for his death to be prevented.

Tavros staying alive means that he and Gamzee wind up hashing out some stuff - Gamzee mentions that he feels "So aT ChIlL WiTh yOu" while talking to Tavros, and Tavros reciprocates the friendship and also - interestingly - acknowledges Gamzee's religion, calling it beautiful even if he doesn't necessarily believe in it. This is interesting because Karkat's inability to do so is explicitly one of the reasons their moirallegiance broke down. So having Tavros back, alive, means that he and Gamzee would likely end up in some sort of relationship, probably pale despite flushed leanings, and would bring Gamzee back into the fold.

Gamzee would then be like, yeah, wow, that time I killed Nepeta and Equius was pretty bad, huh? Especially since his decision to hang onto his friends' bodies and prototype them is often interpreted as him genuinely feeling bad about his dead friends (he tells Kurloz to shut up when Kurloz mentions all the dead friends, and his religion seems to be about a paradise he wants to share with his friends anyway). So he'd ask John to prevent him from killing them, resulting in the two of them getting to live.

Things get much more hypothetical from here, since so much of the character dynamics would have changed, but I think by this point, Equius might command ask John to let him say goodbye to Aradiabot before she explodes, which he expresses feeling very sad about. However, in doing so, John and Aradiabot end up in the same room, and when she realizes that he has the ability to change the timeline without repercussions, she'd seize him by the arm and demand that he take her back in time, to before she died. After all, she expresses regrets about her reckless actions, and how she always felt like it was all one big setup.

She would take Aradia's place in the Vriska revenge chain, being once more freed of her robot chassis, and from there, would trick Doc Scratch and the Handmaiden into thinking everything was still going according to their designs. Meanwhile, Alive!Aradia would be hanging out at Equius's place, borrowing his void powers to avoid notice, coordinating a new timeline that keeps the beats of the original (too much deviation causes unpredictability, and an paradox'd timeline offshoot without John's direct interference would still become doomed), but allows them greater freedom and the ability to overcome the machinations of Doc Scratch and associates.

This would also prevent Sollux from becoming so self-loathing, since it's no longer "his fault" that Aradia dies, although he winds up in that hole again after Feferi gets killed. Now that his Aradia is alive, he wouldn't feel like he might as well stay in the bubbles because his closest companions are there, so he'd make it to the end, and would ask John to prevent Feferi's death.

Eridan still dies; he's so disconnected and isolated from all his friends that his course of actions is largely unaffected even by everybody else's timeline tweaks. But before Feferi can suggest bringing him back, Karkat would butt in.

The Friendship Troll should be the one to demand that ALL of their friends be revived, especially if they had everyone except only one guy, and Karkat and Eridan are heavily implied to be moirails anyway. The course of Karkat's fixes are so comprehensive, and primarily romance-based, that the end result of this final loop is everybody not only being alive, but god-tiered, with appropriate character development.

Now, where Nepeta's Heart powers would play into all of this is that she would start to notice something going on. After all, Heart players are sensitive to their splintered selves, and (Nepeta) is probably much closer to Nepeta than regular doomed timeline offshoots. As the loops continue, and Nepeta has more and more time to talk to people, and meets her dead alternate selves, and even meets (Nepeta), she starts to awaken to her Ultimate Self - to come into possession of alternate memories.

And if the Ultimate Self is a very soul-y kind of concept, such that Heart players have a natural advantage in coming to understand it, then isn't it a natural fit that a Rogue of Heart - one who steals from Heart or steals Heart for others - would be naturally inclined to share the wisdom of her alternate selves, and even the very concept of the Ultimate Self, with her friends?

Because the Ultimate Self is actually, in my opinion, a pretty good narrative device. It turns the sadness of the dead and doomed timelines into something littersweet instead, and makes it so any weirdness regarding time travel and not really knowing your friends anymore will eventually be resolved, even if off-screen.

It's not really narratively satisfying when Davepetasprite^2 suddenly comes into being and reaches enlightenment, but imagine if instead it's a post-character development Nepeta comforting Davesprite on his relevance, or Jade on her loneliness, or John on not really knowing these new post-retcon versions of his friends? It would feel a lot better, since in this hypothetical, she would have reached that point after on-screen character development. Being able to share her true self with her friends on the meteor - by necessity, since what else are they going to be doing for three years - leads to her finally being able to fulfill her role as a Rogue of Heart.

Also, at some point during these repeated meteor trips, she dates Karkat (whether that's successful or not, I'll leave to reader interpretation - you already know where I stand), fulfilling Jaspersprite's musing that she might only be able to date Karkat after she dies.

So that's two out of thr33 of her outstanding plot hooks resolved... okay. So, I try not to make these essays into ship propaganda, but hear me out:

Hate Is Stored In The FefNep

Okay, so, remember that thing about how Feferi is actually a huge casteist hypocrite? Well, let's also note that the comic, post-Murderstuck, seems to put Nepeta and Feferi together a lot - they're a Commodore and Rear Admiral in the ghost pirate army, respectively, and they also wind up as Fefetasprite. So I think it's not entirely out of left field to say that these two were implied to have SOMETHING going on.

And that something... is a difference in political views.

I mean, let's be real, there's a reason Fefetasprite is the most explode-prone after Tavrisprite. Miss "The Hemocaste is Stupid and Shouldn't Matter" vs. Miss "I Love Being A Princess And Call Jade Hornless and Finless (Derogatory)"? Come on, tell me you don't see it.

Without getting too much into Feferi, this hypocrisy, and unwillingness to check her privilege (so glad I found an excuse to use that term unironically), are probably her greatest character flaws - ie, the things you would expect the story to address about her. Meanwhile, one of Nepeta's flaws, which she laments to Jasproseprite^2, is that she feels too shy to talk about her feelings to other people, leading to her having never expressed her views on the hemocaste to anyone but Equius.

I think that they initially think they'd be friends. Each one of them would go "oh man, this other girl is soooo cute, I wish I could talk to her more often!"

And then, once they do, they realize they fucking hate each other. Nepeta would go "X00 < you are such a hypocrite who f33ls like youre better than all of us!!!" and Feferi would go "You're suc)( an uneducated glubbing P-EASANT! 3X0" and then they'd claw each others' eyes out. It would be so funny, and if a homestuck ship isn't extremely fucking funny, then why are we even here.

But more importantly, this would further them along into resolving each others' arcs - Feferi would be forced to grapple with the greater implications of classism, and Nepeta - who is shown having a spine the most in defiance of somebody else - would grow more aggressive about being open about her feelings in defiance of Feferi. Even Equius would get roped into it in a positive way - you can just imagine him going "D --> Can I really believe my auricular sponge clots D --> Nepeta, you are finally taking interest in politi%" and be 100% on board with teaching her so Feferi won't be able to call her uneducated.

And then for flushed, I dunno! Karkat's an option, and Jade and Jake also both love the fuck out of furries, and Tavros seems nice. But yeah I'll die on the fefnep hate ship. Guys it would be so funny.

Thank you as always for reading! Let me know if there's a troll you want to hear me ramble about next.

[loveforsatoru]

hello !!!!!!!!!

I don't have anything specific, so idk, satoru with a five years old daughter? he would be such a cute and loving father 😓 i’m done, this life where I can't have satoru’s baby is killing me!!!!

this idea is so cute. i literally think about satoru as a dad all the time and it gives me major baby fever.

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you never once thought that you could ever be this happy. what did you do to deserve it? maybe it’s the universe paying you back for all the times you’ve suffered in life both alone and your relationship with satoru. you’d been dating since high school, but it wasn’t easy. there was so much ache, time spent apart, and issues that you didn’t know if you could overcome. sleepless nights, occasional arguments and interference from your jobs drove your relationship into rocky paths, but at the end of the day, he never forgot to tell you he loved you even when you felt like the most unloveable person alive. through all the difficult times, the highs and the lows, he was always there and never once intended on leaving, so he sealed that promise with a ring and his vows.

you got married a couple years after high school. you were only 22, but your life couldn’t have turned out more perfect. it’s been 10 years and the love never died down. if anything, it grows with each passing day. now that you have a five year old daughter together, there’s only more to look forward to in the days to come.

satorus been away on a mission for a few weeks and you still have no idea when he’s going to come back. it hurts your daughter just as much as it hurts you. everyday, she asks when he’s going to come home and it breaks your heart to tell her, “i don’t know, but it’ll be soon.” when you weren’t even sure yourself. thankfully, satoru could never forget about the two most important people in his life and remembers to call in the morning and before your daughter goes to sleep, never missing a day.

besides today. your phone hasn’t rang once and it’s making you uneasy, your head racing with the worst possible thoughts. you have faith in satoru and his strength, but you can’t help but worry about him. he works a dangerous job and coming home is never a 100% guarantee.

you’re snapped out of trance when you feel a tug on your dress and little voice. your daughter is looking up at you, small hands tightly balled around the fabric of your dress while her blue eyes, identical to her fathers start to well up with tears.

“what’s wrong, baby?” you ask, picking her up into your arms and brushing a strand of white hair away from her face.

she doesn’t say anything at first and just buries her face into your neck where she begins to cry.

you attempt to calm her down, patting her back and getting her to look at you once more, “please dont cry… tell me what’s wrong and i’ll make it better.”

she speaks through uneven breaths, chubby cheeks now stained with tear streaks, “i called daddy but he didn’t answer.” speaking these words only caused her to cry again and it breaks your heart.

“don’t worry, he’ll come back. he’s okay and he’s safe. he’s just busy.” but the words are a form of consolation to you too. you’re trying your best to remain strong for your daughter, but it’s hard. being a mom is hard.

you walk over to the couch in the living and sit down, setting her on your lap while you wipe away her stray tears.

“listen to me for a second, okay?”

she rests her head on your chest, her breathing still ragged, but she’s no longer crying.

“your dad works really really hard for us. he wants us to live a good life, so he can’t always be home and he can’t always pick up the phone, but he tries as much as he can. we just have to be patient and wait for him to come home again. but he loves you very much. if he doesn’t answer the phone, it’s because he’s busy, not because he forgot about you, okay? the last thing he wants is for you to think he’s forgotten about you.”

she nods her head in understanding before asking one last question, one you don’t know the answer to.

“but when will he come back?”

now, you’re the one who has tears prickling in the corners of your eyes as your throat begins to sting, “i don’t know.” you wish you knew. you wish you could tell her he’s coming back today or the day after, but the uncertainty nips at your thoughts constantly.

what you don’t expect is for satoru to be standing right outside the door to your shared home, overhearing everything you just said. it tugs at his heart strings, but he’s here now.

he digs through his pocket and pulls out his key to unlock the door, the familiar jangle echoing through the house and your daughter immediately runs up to the door, squealing when he makes his way inside.

he scoops her up into his arms and litters her face in kisses, holding onto her tightly, “i’ve missed you so much, munchkin.”

you stay frozen in your spot on the couch, going wide eyed as another tear falls down your cheek and you don’t even notice it.

he gives you a smile from across the room while your daughter babbles on and on to him about what he’s missed. he listens intently, cherishing the moments that she’ll be little for as long as he can.

“and at school, we went on a field trip to the park and i found a butterfly but it flew away,” she pouts, “daddy, can you get me a butterfly?”

he chuckles and nods his head, “of course i can.” he would never say no to her. she could ask him for a piece of the moon and he’d do it.

you watch as he tickles her belly and she erupts into laughter, grabbing onto his shoulder for support.

“i have a surprise for you,” he whispers, giving her cheek another big kiss.

she claps her hands together, “what is it?” excitement laced in her voice which makes satorus smile grow wider.

he shifts through his briefcase before pulling out a small box of munchkins, “munchkins for my munchkin!”

she lets out a near scream and takes the box in her grubby hands, already popping one in her mouth.

“daddy, say ahhh,” she says with a mouth full of munchkins.

satoru does as she tells him to and opens his mouth enough for her to feed one to him, “thank you, munchkin!”

your heart swells watching them interact. he’s a good dad. you both talked about being parents together so many times and now that it’s happened, it still doesn’t feel entirely real, like you’re dreaming, but if this were a dream, you wouldn’t open your eyes.

you stand up and walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his torso, tighter than usual, inhaling his scent which you’ve spent all this time missing. you feel whole again and your nerves have eased up.

he leans down and presses a chaste kiss to your lips, “hi, sweetheart.”

“i missed you.”

he wipes your tears away with the pad of his thumb before wrapping an arm around you, the other holding your daughter, “i missed you more. both of you. gosh, i felt like i was gonna die if i had to be away for another day.” it may sound like an exaggeration, but to satoru it’s nothing less than the truth. it was agonizing to be apart from his wife and the mini version of him. he missed waking up next to you, missed helping your daughter with her homework and reading bedtimes stories before bed.

but you’re together again and that’s all that matters. you’ve never been more relieved to watch a familiar face walk through the door.

[yummyuta]

winner takes it all | p.w ft s.e

♡ genre: smut - mdni! slight angst | word count: 2,583

♡ pairing: wonbin x f. reader (ft bf! eunseok)

♡ warnings: cheating (reader is involved in a bet) alcohol consumption, public sex, unprotected sex, oral (f. receiving), slight dumbification

♡ summary: in a tense and unexpected turn of events reader finds herself spending the evening with her boyfriends racing rival.

♡ authors note: im back again with another wonseok fic only this time wonbin is the mc! i've had the idea of rival racers since april, and im so happy i got around to writing it. i hope you enjoyed this one! btw i do not condone cheating whatsoever, this is purely fictional.

♡ song recommendations:

the stands were packed, and the roar of the engines was deafening as the cars lined up for the start. you stood amongst the crowd, of fangirls screeching out your boyfriends name. as the countdown began and checkered flags were raised, your heartbeat accelerated. as supportive as you were of your man, and his career it always filled you with a sense of dread that someday he would get hurt. as the sound of the gunshot went off, signaling the race to begin you spotted eunseok’s car, a brilliant red streak on the track, and your eyes followed him eagerly. but as the race unfolded, another driver caught your attention. a sleek navy blue car with silver stars decorated across the hood and sides seemed to dance through the track with an almost mesmerizing grace. this mystery driver was audacious and precise, and you couldn’t help but admire his skill.

the race was fierce, as eunseok and his rival were locked in a breathtaking duel, their cars battling for every inch of the track. the crowd was on their feet, and you found herself torn between cheering for eunseok and marveling at the other mans performance. the final lap was a heart-stopping spectacle, and in a dramatic climax, both cars crossed the finish line at the same moment.

as the dust settled, you began running down towards the track, signaling to your boyfriends team to let you in. you noticed the tension between eunseok and his opponent. the two racers exchanged words that seemed more charged than celebratory. suddenly, the mystery man approached you, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of intensity and curiosity.

"you’re y/n, right?” he asked, his voice calm despite the adrenaline still pumping through him. "yes,” you replied, a bit taken aback. “how do you know me?” suddenly a hand grabbed your wrist, pulling you into a side hug. "dont you dare speak to her wonbin" eunseok barked at the man. eunseok turned to you, a look of concern in his eyes, "lets go home okay, forget this race" he quickly spat out. you sat there in confusion, before wonbin broke your focus. "now not so fast, i want my rematch. this time, the stakes are higher. the winner gets the privilege of spending time with you", he said so casually.

your eyes widened in shock. “what? i’m not a prize to be won.” eunseok looked conflicted, on the one hand he wanted to run away with you, and not look back while on the other he felt his pride and career would be at risk if he didnt take on the deal. the clock was ticking, it was time to make a decision, besides you were his good luck charm, as long as he had you he was sure he could win and everything would go back to the way it was. you believed in him, he knew that, so he took the leap, hoping you would understand.

"baby, this is about more than just the race", he confided in you. despite your discomfort, you saw the determination in his eyes and agreed to the terms of the rematch, hoping it would resolve the tension between them. the rematch was set for the following week, and the anticipation built up. when race day arrived, the atmosphere was charged, and the race was even more intense than before, with both racers pushing their limits. in a stunning final lap, wonbin edged out eunseok by a fraction of a second. the crowd erupted in cheers as wonbin crossed the finish line first. you felt a mix of emotions - sadness for eunseok, and a growing unease about what the night with wonbin would bring.

the bleachers started the clear, as people began making their way to the after party. you sat there in disbelief until you were faced with wonbin and eunseok directly in front of you. you were about to run towards your boyfriend until wonbin held out a hand to you. "i'm going to have my fun with you tonight", he smirked. you rolled your eyes, accepting your fate, then wonbin turned to his rival, saying, "dont worry ill try to have her back in one piece." eunseok nearly lunged at his enemy, you quickly reacted, standing in between them and placing a calming hand on eunseoks' chest. "i dont like this anymore than you do," you reassured him, placing a peck on his lips, before wonbin began dragging you away.

wonbin lead you into the bustling party, his hand held on tightly to your waist as he guided you through the crowd. all eyes were on you, everyone knew you were eunseoks girlfriend so it was no suprise to you that whispers and rumors immediately began to circulate. as the night went on, wonbin introduced you to his friends and fellow racers, shotaro, and anton. wonbins groupies also were intent on following you both around like lost puppies the whole time, waiting for a moment where you left his side, giving them the opportunity to pounce.

you were hoping for that as well, but wonbin only got more physical with you. he placed his hands wherever he could, your thighs, ass, waist, hips, shoulders barely leaving you space to breathe. his hands were rough, calloused, and cold, nothing compared to your boyfriends. a few times you would spot eunseok from across the room, it was like wonbin was purposely flaunting you in front of him. the minute eunseok met your gaze, he could only shake his head and down another shot, hoping he could drown his loss of you and the race in alcohol.

while wonbin was preoccupied for a few moments talking business with his manager, you managed to sneak off to the dance floor, swaying your body to the sweet sound and sipping on your cocktail. you were enjoying your peace until you felt the presence of someone behind you. wonbin reached around you, lightly grinding into your back, whispering compliments into your ear. "you know you are by far the hottest girl i have ever seen, i dont think eunseok realizes how lucky he is." your cheeks began to flush as heat began circulating around the two of you. you blamed it on the fact that you were borderline drunk at this point and kept moving to your own rhythm, hoping his words wouldn't phase you anymore.

you ignoring him only added more fuel to wonbins fire. he lived for the chase, he was a go-getter after all on and off the track. he decided to take things to the next level, sliding one hand up your shirt, while the other found its way lightly around your neck, testing the waters to see how you would react. to both of your surprises, you leaned further into him, letting out the cutest sighs he's ever heard. you were getting worked up, you knew it was wrong to be doing this you promised eunseok you wouldn't enjoy yourself, but also he is the one who put you in this position in the first place. you turned your head around in his grasp, looking into his eyes, the purple and blue lights reflecting off his beautiful features. you didn't stop yourself when he locked his lips with yours in an eager kiss. you also didn't stop him when he began to escort you off the dance floor and outside to the parking lot. the cool air, along with the reality of what just happened, smacked you in the face as soon as you stepped out. you instinctively moved toward eunseoks' car, and wonbin followed.

you leaned against the hood of his car, taking a few deep breaths in an attempt to compose yourself. this was wrong, and the guilt began to crash into you. you were lost in your thoughts until wonbin stepped in front of you, positioning himself in between your legs. "whats wrong baby, miss your boyfriend" he snarked. you stared at him with tears in your eyes, "why did you do this? couldn't you have found some other way to settle the score without ruining my relationship!" you screamed out in frustation as you balled up your fists, wanting to hit him but trying to contain your anger. he only continued to stare at you, getting more excited.

you didn't know this, but he's had his eye on you since the first day you came out to the track to support eunseok. when he looked for you in the stands, he imagined you cheering him on, he thought of you wearing his jacket, he thought of you running down, jumping into his arms and kissing him in celebration of his victories. he imagined laying you down in the backseat of his car, undressing you, as you begged him to keep going. he wanted you more than any championship title or the fame that came with it. "are you even listening to me?" you snapped annoyingly in his face.

now it was his turn to catch an attitude with you, he didnt have much time left before you went crawling back to eunseok, so he knew he needed to do something to bend you to his will before he missed his chance. he rolled his eyes, before grabbing your chin between his fingers, "baby we can do this the easy way, or the hard way, and i much prefer a challenge" he said with a sick smile before leaning in, not quite placing his lips on yours yet. he was testing you, "the choice is still yours though, just remember im not the bad guy here, eunseok is the one who didn't fight hard enough to keep you." your eyes swirled in his, he saw right through you, all your conflicting emotions, "you can't tell him okay, please, you already got what you wanted" was the last thing you thought before releasing all the tension, completing the space that was left between you. he pulled away ever so slightly, "you will be my dirty little secret" he growled before picking you up, placing you on the hood.

your legs wrapped around him as he began to unbutton your shorts. you made quick work pulling his racing jacket off his shoulders, taking if off and placing it next to you. he went for your shirt next, ripping it up and over your head, stretching his fingers to your back to unclasp your bra, exposing your tits. you leaned back, propping yourself up on your elbows, as he slid your shorts and underwear down your legs, and watched as he rid himself of his pants.

his buldge was prominent, he leaned in and you sighed, closing your eyes wanting to feel him again. you felt cold, leathery fabric being placed over your shoulders, opening your eyes as you saw he put his racing jacket on you. "that's much better," he purred in your ear. he began placing open-mouthed, tongue kisses on your breasts, collerbones, down your navel, to your inner thighs, licking and biting all the way to your glistening core. "you dont know how many times i imagined this," he muttered before locking his lips around your folds, sticking his tongue in your entrance.

his obscene slurping sounds mixed with your moans, the beat of the music from inside the party could barely be heard over the sounds you were making. he flicked his tongue in and out of you expertly, he had to be the best at everything in his life. he took the hand that was holding your hips apart, bringing it closer to you so he could play with your nub. like pressing on the gas pedal, he was firing you up with each second that went on. you threw your head back, hair sticking to your forehead, and jacket barely hanging onto your body as you arched your back, moving your hips closer to his mouth practically suffocating him. wonbin was bringing you closer to the finish line, and before you knew it, your orgasm smashed into you.

juices splattering all over his chin, as he pulled away, licking his lips, eyes blown out in lust and the moonlight sparkling on his face. "you taste even sweeter than i ever could have thought." your face was red, you were exposed and embarrassed, but you wanted more, "please, wonbin..." you had to be out of your mind, but you wanted to make the most of your mistake before it was over. "please what baby, use your words", he hissed back, "do you want my cock, you want to get fucked on top of your boyfriends car is that it?"

in the midst of everything, you completely forgot where you were. guilt started setting its way into your stomach once more. you wanted to curl up into a ball hiding yourself from the man in front of you. as ashamed as you were, you didn't want to think of it anymore, and your body was screaming at you, so you listened. "yes please fuck me until i forget" you begged him, "oh princess, trust me this will be a ride of a lifetime", he said before unveiling his cock, pressing it into you, his hips snapping into you. he was slightly longer and thicker than eunseok. easily reaching places, it took your boyfriend a few moments to get to. you gasped, exhaling every bit of bitter air that entered your lungs. he was knocking the wind out of you with every thrust. the car shaking, the hood bending with the weight of you and the force and speed of his hips pistoling in and out of your core.

"if only eunseok could see this, his precious girlfriend getting railed by his arch nemisis," wonbin teased. you hated to admit this to yourself, but the thought of it kinda turned you on. maybe if eunseok saw you like this, he would realize you dont deserve to be treated like a bargaining chip. your eyes rolled into the back of your head, biting down on your lip until you nearly bled, feeling your second orgasm of the night rapidly approaching. eunseok had never made you cum this fast, he was a sweet lover, but it wasnt always enough for you. maybe what you needed this whole time was someone who knew how to push your buttons. strings of curses flew from your mouth, as your body was being thrown around the hood of the car. wonbins bicepts flexing as he held your legs strongly around his waist.

"almost there baby, cum for me, let everyone hear whose the champion, who is fucking you this good," wonbin exclaimed. you went to cover your face, becoming extremely overwhelmed by his words. wonbin wasn't having that though, he needed to see every expression, every scrunch of your nose, and curve of your lips as you were overcome with pleasure. he grabbed your wrists pinning them above your head, "come on baby, say it, let eunseok know who the real winner is". your throat raw, and mouth dry, as you clenched around the man whose name came out of your mouth in broken screams and moans. wonbin pulled out of you, "thats it baby" he groaned as he painted your tits and stomach with his release.

your chest heaved, your body tingly, and brain nearly checked out. barely catching your breath, you were startled by the sound of your phone ringing from your pocket in your shorts. wonbin got off you, and as he pulled his pants back on, grabbing your device, bringing it to his ear "y/n phone, may i ask who is calling?" wonbin answered. you sat up, inching off the hood collecting yourself when you heard "oh its you, yeah, she's right here. we are by your car, she's exhausted, " wonbin exasperated into the speaker. realizing he was talking to eunseok, you quickly made yourself look as presentable as possible, hoping there were no signs of the sinful act that had just taken place. suddenly, the door slammed open, your boyfriend pacing towards you.

"times up, we are going home right now," he yelled. you turned to face wonbin for the final time that night, as he placed his index finger over his lips in a shushing motion, winking at you. when eunseok made his way over to your side, opening the passenger door for you, he took notice of your change in appearance. "why are you wearing wonbins jacket?" he said in disgust. you gulped, eyes beelining towards the ground, studdering trying to find an explanation. "didnt want her to catch a cold. besides it looks better on her anyway, you can give it back to me at the next race...when i beat you again." he confidently said as he walked over, getting in the driver seat of his own car, reving the engine and driving off into the starry night. as your boyfriend drove home, you clenched onto his rivals jacket, knees buckling as you recalled the events that had transpired, both of you sitting in silence, as the recollection of the time spent with wonbin slipped into the unknown.

[stealing-the-smp]

Member 11

The Abandoned

Chord

Lives by the end: Revived 1

Alignment: Chaotic good

Sides: Lmanburg, Pogtopia, Exile, Greater Smp

Age: 16 at the beginning 21 by the end

Species: Avian / Trait Demon

Gender: Male

Pronouns: he/him

Sexuality: Bi

Morals: at this point morals have failed him but he’s usually a follower more then a leader so relies on others morals usually

Goals: Take down Asphodel

Likes: Spiders, Moths, Bugs, His bunker, Being safe

Dislikes: Asphodel, Being abandoned,

Allies: he’s got trust issues at this point but trusts Astin, Vian, Dixie, and slightly Bee then others less like Franklin and Sam Nook

Enemies: Asphodel, Shep

Family: Castiel(dad), Foxglove(mom), Vian(big brother), Cas(nephew), Saylor(adopted son)

Appearance: Chord has longish blonde hair with a white streak that’s sometimes it’s braided by Bee and blue eyes and he has small wings that can’t fly and he eventually grows red horns for some reason and a demon tail despite how he’s not a demon the world just changed him to reflect how he sees himself and he also usually wears a red shirt with grey sleeves

Quotes:

“Viannnnnn where are we goinggggggg?”

“Huh?”

“Oh hi person in a box what’s your name?”

“Oh then you’re interests?”

“You’re name is Bee then!”

“Come on!”

“Viannnnnnn we’re hungryyyyy”

“YIPPEEEEEE trail mix!”

“Want the pretzels Bee? I like the marshmallows and Vian will eat the nuts”

“Oh a town!”

“Bee pssst the Asphodel person is uglyyyyy”

“Hey!” after getting elbowed by Vian about the previous comment

“It needs to sound more British! Lmanburg! The L helps!”

“Look what I found! Discs!!!”

“Vian you sure fighting with help?”

“Bee there’s a bakery In Lmanburg now! We should go get cakepops!”

“Hydrangeaaaaaa do we have to payyyyy?”

“Bee grab cakepops and RUN” *runs while giggling*

“Yum! We split our spoils in half!”

“Vian can you get me unbanned from the bakery?”

“Asphodel just like leave us the fuck alone!!”

“That’s gonna scar….”

“Vian when will this war be over?”

“Oh! That’s great! Vian Mahogany has a idea!”

“That went welllllll” /sarcasm

“We can definitely win this Vian!”

“but this is our home….”

“Vian I’m hungry…..and cold and tired….”

“Vian where are we even going…”

“Oh! Yeah this’ll work! We’ll totally not freeze or starve in a underground city” /sarc

“I’m calling our future grave Pogtopia at least….”

“Oh! Fuck! Bee are you ok? I’ll grab you some bandages!”

“And here we go into the shopping cart then I’ll sit here and we can chat for a while”

“I’m glad we can stay friends on opposite sides”

“Vian what are these droppers for?”

“VIAN, MAHOGANY GET A ROOM….I know you’re in Vian’s room but you’re arguing is too loud I can’t sleep….”

“Bee I’m getting tired….you look tired too….”

“Heyyyyy Aloe can I borrow some bandages? Thank you!”

“Vian I’m starting to wonder what you’re planning….”

“Don’t tell me then…..”

“VIAN NO NO NO DONT LEAVE ME HERE ALONE”

“I guess I’ll just manage this alone….”

“Manburg festival huh? I guess I’ll go…”

“BEE shit shit man your face….what do I do….”

“IM NOT LEAVING MY BEST FRIEND HERE ASSHOLE YOU BLEW UP HIS FACE”

“OW fine fine fine I’m going….”

“I’m hungry myself……”

“Exiled alone…..”

“Maybe if I talk to myself I can keep sane…actually I think that makes me less sane……”

“Huh what was that?”

“Vian? Oh hey! You look different more blue….”

“you are different but uh sit beside me I’ll protect you like you use to protect me”

“Is it just my paranoia or are we being watched Ghostan?”

“Nope it’s not paranoia!”

“Uhhhhh I’m Chord”

“Oh if I could have anything I’d have my freedom….or just some bedrock in all honesty that would be pog to own imagine if I just put it in the middle of someone’s build to annoy them!”

“Why are you here Asphodel?”

“fine you can come by occasionally….”

“do i have to get rid of my belongings?”

“OW GOT IT”

“Thank you Dixie….you’re the closest thing to a person I got….”

“Bee why have you still not searched for me? I saw Shep died in chat weeks ago!”

“Oh don’t worry Dixie I was just talking to myself…..”

“Dixie do you know why Ghostan is different?…..that makes zero sense but ok….”

“I’ll just ignore whatever you said Dixie don’t worry don’t worry!”

“Asphodel please I need more rest”

“It’s my 18th birthday and I’m all alone….”

“CAN I SLEEP IN ON MY BIRTHDAY ASPHODEL?”

“ow sorry shouldn’t have yelled sorry sorry”

“thanks for my only present Ghostan blue dye is good…”

“how long will I be here?”

“where’s Dixie gone? I’m lonely without her….”

“I’m just lonely…..”

“I’m so hungry……”

“I’m tired…”

“what if I left?”

“Home is this way I’m pretty sure…..”

“I think I’m lost……”

“Dad!!! I need help….”

“Thanks for letting me stay dad….I’m going to my room…”

“this house feels so empty…..”

“I feel so empty……”

“I’ll head back to the main area in around two weeks maybe I’ll be less alone there?”

“I really need to stop talking to myself…..”

“I’m taking dinner to my room”

“Oh hey Hydrangea”

“A meeting? Am I allowed?…..fine I’ll just sit here…”

“Dad why did you stab Vian?”

“YOU COULD’VE JUST SAVED HIM”

“HYDRANGEA STAY OUT OF THIS”

“IM LEAVING”

“Ughhhhhh I’m alone and talking to myself again”

“It’s cold out here…..”

“I need somewhere to stay…..”

“oh god I’m growing horns….uhhhh what did Bee use to do? Fluff up hair? ok that didn’t work I’m just gonna ignore it…”

“Oh hey Astin”

“how have you been?”

“ok weird question can I stay at your house for the night? I’m tired….”

“Thank you man!”

“Tell me when I can pet Champ I wanna give scratchies but I know he’s working currently”

“I can finally lay down relax a bit”

“Okay! Champ come here you’re getting scritchies!”

“Astin I adore your dog seriously man he’s so sweet”

“I should go fix up my old house tomorrow”

“Oh thanks for the blocks Astin”

“you’ve actually helped so uh thank you genuinely”

“Yeah I’ll keep you updated on my situation keep me updated too man and you’re always welcome at my house”

“I should make most of this underground it’ll be safer”

“I could add a braille greeting at the beginning of the the stairs to the bunker so I can have a greeting for Astin….I’ll just learn braille it’ll be helpful anyways!”

“Bee you’re really showing up now?”

“Just leave I don’t want to talk currently”

“I don’t care that Manburg is gone go find somewhere else to stay I only have one cot”

“oh god my horns are bigger….and I have a fucking tail…”

“Astin Bee showed up today I feel bad but he left me out there!”

“why do you have the best advice Astin?”

“Bee I’m sorry I acted out of line just because you left me I shouldn’t leave you man”

“Oh! Wow you did well really quickly….a mansion wow…”

“I’m so unlucky compared to everyone ughhhh”

“Huh?”

“Hey little spider uhhhh you’re alone uh I shouldn’t leave you here”

“Up we go!”

“Now to my house uhhhhh Saylor fits you lil guy”

“Ow Saylor don’t spike me with your hairs”

“Oh! Hey Astin! I picked up a kid be wary his hairs can injure you he’s a smart little guy”

“He’s a spider Astin”

“I’m glad you’re just accepting this now I want cuddles come on to my cot!”

“Yeah I’ve been a little better Saylor being around really helps gives me a purpose….”

“It’s been awfully calm currently…..it’s kind of nice”

“Bee how are you married with a son? Man what? Also let me meet your son!”

“Astin I need to marry you so Bee doesn’t leave me behind with what place he’s at in life don’t worry I’ll tell no one who you are”

“that worked surprisingly well…Astin why did you have rings on yourself? Eh I guess we were just lucky for your pocket junk”

“Bee I’m calling your husband Enderboob!”

“He didn’t argue so hey Enderboob!”

“Don’t worry I won’t call you it around your kid”

“Heyyyyy Mac awwww you’re adorable! Like Saylor”

“yeah I have a kid as well…did no one know that?”

“I have a husband too but you’ll never know who Bee”

“Hehehe you’ll never knowwwww”

“That went well”

“Astin you’re joining a county made by Franklin? actually you’ll probably only understand once you experience it he’s nice just might make dumb decisions”

“Oh hi Raccoon Robot guy! Do you got a name?”

“Oh well You’re like Tom Nook from animal crossing but you’re also like Sam hmmmm can I call you Sam Nook?”

“Ok Sam Nook uh could you help me build this?”

“Thank you!”

“Astin I think I made friends with a robot”

“What are these red things?”

“Astin do you want to stay with me for the night? with Whiterose acting weird and stuff?”

“At least we can cuddle!”

“I’ll investigate it for you ok Astin?”

“Oh shit shit shit Bee why are we both investigating this? We’re both gonna die!!!”

“Sam Nook? Uh thanks bud”

“Oh shit he’s broken!”

“Nook stay with us….please Bee fix him or something!”

“Sam? Why are you here? Please don’t take him”

“if you’re sure you know how to get him fixed”

“Astin your coworker at Las Nevadas took my robot”

“Also I hate to tell you but Whiterose might be being mind controlled….he also didn’t look right….”

“Astin do you mind if I don’t get involved in the cult situation anymore? I just can’t I’m too afraid….thank you if you do need something tell me though”

“Saylor we get some papa son bonding time okay?”

“Astin you ok? Heard the red banquet was shit”

“That’s a interesting death message Slime?….I’m going to not ask Astin about it in all honesty”

“Asphodel wants me to visit him in prison? I don’t trust this but why the fuck not”

“Hey Asphodel I was allowed to-ow fuck man-potatoes hur-SS-"

“Vian? You’re back!!!!”

“Fuck yeah Vian!”

“Vian can we leave?….thank you”

“Vian you’re acting weird?….”

“why do you always push down my concern?”

“I’ll see you later….hopefully….”

“I guess i now have a white steak of hair ugh I thought my greys were my only issue”

“wait what? Those alarms oh no no not that”

“Saylor we’re no longer leaving the house for now and I’m putting up walls”

“I’m so tired”

“Wait Astin lost a life? I’m texting him”

“Astin come over please”

“Astin! Here let me lead you my bunker is a mess you might trip”

“So Astin I need to know how you died im worried and I-I l-love you so I wanna know”

“Next time just rant to me before doing anything drastic….or living in a cave….and I’ll do the same okay?”

“I love you Astin uhhh mwah…..I can’t believe how long we’ve been married without kissing”

“Now to solve the Asphodel situation….Bee do you still have the nukes?”

“I’m going to text Astin about if this is a good idea or not”

“Astin is this a good idea?”

“oh the idea is nuking Asphodel”

That’s where I’m cutting us off for now :3 because I’ve over done it tbh

This character is replacing

Tommy

[hollowhornets]

I need to talk about pantalones design because it's been eating at me ever since I started looking into character design language and color theory a bit more (i absolutely dont know everything this is just me rambling to the void because i find it cool), ok so firstly, colors, the majority of his design is made up of purples/blue-ish purples and black, purple is often a color thats associated with royalty (aka really rich people) and it absolutely makes sense that he would want to present himself this way considering his status now (the wealthiest among the harbingers and one of the richest people in teyvat) and his past.

in the words of his fandom wiki page "Pantalone was born into poverty and was never able to receive a vision. This made him question why gods held dominion over so many aspects of life and gave him a deep desire to obtain wealth for himself."

and in the words of pantalone himself "we shall, by whatever means necessary, become the heart that pumps money around the world. and, when the moment comes, that heart shall cease beating by our will alone" it is very clear that he knows his status perfectly, even before he got to where he is now, and him having purple all over his design is making sure everyone around him (including players) also understand his status and know just how wealthy he is.

straying away from his clothes a bit and talking about his eyes, ive seen it in the hoyofair 'house of wolves' animation thing but ive also seen it in fanart and i need to talk about it cause it is eoughg (/pos), so pantalones eyes are usually closed (something i could absolutely talk about more but for the sake of this not being 10 pages long ill save it for a later date) but people often draw him with his eyes open with eye colors ranging from white to blue to purple, but i specifically want to talk about his eyes being gold.

so firstly (its a bit silly so bear with me) purple clothes, wants to present himself like hes royalty, etc etc we've established this, but something thats a little less obvious (because his eyes are always closed) but says so much character design language wise is his eyes being gold, signifying he only has eyes for money (because, mora, mora is gold, get it) purple is a color often associated with royalty and gold is a color often associated with money. giving him any eye color in fanart is absolutely fine and i love it all regardless but him having golden eyes makes so much sense with his character.

and just color theory wise, yellow and purple are on opposite sides of the color wheel which make them contrasting colors, which look so good if you make most of a characters clothes a darker shade of one and use a very bright and vibrant version of the other color in something small, like the characters eyes or a streak in their hair, it adds such a nice little 'pop' that looks so good on pantalone and i adore it its so pretty on him

[horrorknife]

hi! its the bastard from earlier, you're plaguing me with visions

COMPARING THEM TO PREY ANIMALS !?!?!!! I LOVE PREY ANIMAL COMPARISONS YOU HAVE NO IDEA !!!!! I'm putting these 2 under a microscope and chewing on the slides

YOU R SO SO RIGHT !!! Hoffman's need for direction is something I will never shut up about,, even if Adam can't directly give instructions (personally I see him following along as much as the next guy) he would be such a good anchor. GOD !!!

old man cutting up apples imagery save me. I know you probably didn't mean it literally but that domesticity is nice 2 me and oh my god aughhhh

New dynamic to rot my brain I guess. need to draw about it... pawing uselessly at my drawing tablet....

I have this like, idea in my head that Adam offers his cigarettes to people whenever he has spares. he gets denied like 90% of the time and most of it is just habit from when he hung around more people who DID smoke (I can't see most of the Jigsaw crew smoking) but do you think Hoffman would join in??? or would he just let him exist like that?? would he start hating it but grow more favorable to, at the very least, the smell (association and all)

like whenever I think of Lawrence / Adam I always see Lawrence as not completely attempting to cut the habit out but definitely making an effort to lower it. Also very vividly see Lawrence smoking once in a blue moon when shit gets rough because he needs the edge off and something something associations. I'm just curious how you view Hoffman in Adam's relationship to that. Hoffman has his own issues with substance abuse (drinking relentlessly and all) so like. lots to think on!

going to you like you're the end all with these two (you are in my head sorry this can't be undone. you answered a single ask now I'm your problem)

HIIIII im so glad to see you back!! <33

I LOVE THE PREY ANIMAL THING...i think all jigsquad members are inherently prey animals (that trait never leaves u even after ur test) but adam and hoffman exhibit it the most i htink........i love the prey animal thing idk i just. thats always the wording ive used for it thats always the comparison ive made...i think it actually started w adam for me lol because he's SO prey animal in like the whole of saw 2004. scared fighting back biting thrashing doing all he can to live...

YES you get itttt! adam is VERY much a follower and not the orders guy. hes very wallflower/voyeur/watcher/etc. that doesnt mean he cant give hoffman direction tho! all hoffman needs is to feel like hes in control + be nudged into a lane. and i think adam is perfect for that bc he has that innate vengeful streak hoffman does i fully believe this. (adams characterization is VERY specific to me and im extremely picky with it bc i have done so much personal/rp writing building up of him and SO MUCH character analysis...............akjfngdkjfngjf character analysis is like. one of my special interests)

i would love to see your art and ideas oh my god. please . Please. also i am thinking about drawing the apple cutting metaphor cuz........i kind of got super attached to it as soon as i typed it LOL i have such a clear image in my mind.......

I LOVE THAT HC!! i have a similar one ahaha except i think he's a consistent Smoke Bummer. i think hoffman smokes also, and i think them taking smoke breaks together is so..............Yeah........i dont think hoffman minds it at all. actually i think he probably has a tendency to chainsmoke too. i agree about lawrence as well!! i actually just drew a pic of chainshipping smoking together :-) lawrence would def try to get adam to cut back but he's susceptible to it because i think it's also a way for them to bond and manage THEIR horrible mess of a relationship too. often times adam has to step up to lawrence's playing field but i hardly ever see people putting lawrence on adam's? and i think that's so much more impactful for their dynamic, bc lawrence Doesn't usually want to get on adam's level to understand him bc hes stubborn and Has To Be Right. for adam that would be huge because everyone in his life has treated him like shit forever and he doesn't think lawrence will do any differently, but if lawrence were to be the one extending the branch? Hoo Boy. yeah.

I REALLY HOPE YOU COME OFF ANON I WOULD LOVE TO DM ABOUT THIS STUFF!!! GENUINELY!!!! PLEASE TALK TO ME i love talkign about my special interests with people!!!!!!!!!!

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Hi Amber. I'm missing the good old days when Alpha Steve and little one were together ❤ 😢 I know that you don't have answer for me if they'll get their happy ending together or not. Right now, I'm fearing every possible outcome of Steve’s decision. I know why he did what he did but does he deserve to be forgiven by little one?? I don't know!!

Days ache and nights are long

Two years and still you're not gone

Guess I'm still holding on

Oh I hate to know I made you cry

But love to know I cross your mind

Babe oh I

Even after all it'd still wreck me

To find out you'd know how to forget me

Even after all this time

I'm not ready to let you forget me

(Even after all this time)

To let you forget me

This is song Forget me by Lewis Capaldi. I was listening to it and Alpha Steve and little one came to my mind immediately. My heart wants them to make up and be together but my mind says, No, Little one has to show him the brunt of his decision. I dont know Amber😭😭😭 my heart hurts for them. I always have a soft spot for our little one and Steve’s decision felt like a stab into my heart. I cried for her. She needs to her own person. Stronger than ever. Bolder than ever. But.... heart wants what it wants right... I really want him to feel the same hurt she is going through... she deserved nothing but love. I really really hope they find their way back to each other. My aching heart won't be able to survive, I'm a sucker for happy endings💖

PS: I really want them to sleep together while in wakanda. I hope they give in to each other.

Aww Babes, my heart breaks for you in this. I know how hard it is, the day I wrote him about making that choice for them, I cried, my heart broke for them because I didn't see the end, I didn't see if they could come back from this. I love that song choice. I have never heard it before so I'm gonna give a listen, but yes! I can see why the lyrics made you think of them.

You are right, as much as we want a happy ending, can Little One accept that she wasn't given what she's asked for from her Alpha- allowed to make her own choices.

Can Steve set aside his need to protect and have his mate be his equal?

(Ps. I really want them to reconnect on that level too. Just give into the demands being close brings, but oof the aftermath of feelings though.)

Have this little thought though, when I picture them in happier times, this is what some moments would look like for them.

You felt warmth curl through your senses, your Little Wolf crooning in your mind as the familiar song echoed from far off, sending her bounding while calling back. A smile tugged at your lips as your human side felt eyes on you.

Fiercely blue in the sunlight under a golden brow that had tendrils of his hair falling over his forehead. A glance over your shoulder across the logging yard showed you your mate watching as you edged the rows of wild berries with Sara, plunking the ripened fruit into buckets. She promised to teach you how to make different jams to can from the upcoming winter.

You let a little smirking smile flash at him, making him straighten up that much more as in your bond you let your arousal show, seeing him in his sweat-streaked tee with it clinging to his muscled back diving all the way down to where his Carhartt hung on his narrow waist, you swore you felt his growl all the way over there.

Someone certainly did because Sam who was nearby twirled on his feet to see what was the cause of his Alpha's outburst. You looked sheepish enough to duck out of sight, giggling to yourself as you heard Sam exclaim quite loudly. "Man, will you focus on what we are doing?"

Steve growled something to his friend, the bond blazing between you with his intentions. You didn't have much time, tucking the bucket under a bush to find once more, you bolted, the summer dress you were wearing streaming behind you as you started for the cool mountain trails nearby, leading him away from the crew and somewhere more private.

A howl burst behind you, calling to you while you sprinted out of sight, Steve disappearing right behind you.

Sam huffed as he ran an arm across his forehead while muttering to himself when Sara snuck up on him, nuzzling against the back of his neck, running her tongue over his ear before whispering. "What excuse did Steve have?"

"He said to take the rest of the day off, he was indisposed." Sam yanked off the gloves he was wearing to toss them in the back of the truck. Sara should have known but she yelped and giggled when he swung around and scooped her up in his arms to set her on the tailgate. "Means you're all mine rest of the day."

His mate crooned as she pulled back further, Sam pulling himself into the back to follow her.

[bulbabutt]

So I watched Earthspark and I liked it, but the one thing that worries me about getting into earlier TF is that I'm worried nothing is going to meet my wants Fully, if that makes sense. Animated and Beast Wars are the big two that I plan to watch, but in the former, from what I've read it's a lot of human villains when I like Decepticon politics, and while i hear that comes in it's only Later. Meanwhile, with Beast Wars, I'm told it's very good, but I'm going to miss human/Transformer relations (THE MALTOS ARE GREAT). And from what I've researched and you've said, I'm not doing the aligned universe, G1 will probably be fine but i'd need to prime (heh) myself for stupid schemes of the week and animation errors. What else is there, in terms of shows?

The editor is piping in here to say that is EXACTLY why they didn’t watch earthspark first, they do not envy you. They also recommend tf victory (if you can watch subbed anime)

On animated dont worry, there are human villains running around but they’re not bad at all, and when the decepticons show up they’re so good. For beast wars I know it seems like you’d need humans but there’s actually so many transformers (without being overloaded) that have interpersonal relationships that work so well it’s so much fun and the best written show overall.

I will recommend both Armada and cyberton, they’re both really good on the human transformer relations, which you would think make me rec the unicron trilogy as a whole but I’m telling you energon is so bad and nonsensical you will fall asleep (I watched it while playing palia on my switch to be fair, but ask anyone they all hate energon). It’s not a REAL trilogy to be fair you can watch all of them on their own they don’t actually have plot points in common, it’s the English dub which tries to connect them. I’d say if you can watch subbed anime (unlike me) you’d have a better time watching the Japanese EXCEPT!!! Gary Chalk and David Kaye as Optimus and Megatron are unmatched they as so fucking good that you do need to watch the dub, this is the ultimate megop I’m sorry to Peter and Frank but Gary and David are the best at making this relationship work.

As for aligned Prime is unwatchable if you like modern cartoons like me (as in like earthspark, that post Steven universe era emotionally intelligent stuff yk) however robots in disguise isn’t bad so I would recommend it. The overarching plot isn’t good but the regular character hijinks are great. And the humans in this show are a kid and his divorced quirky dad and they’re genuinely really sweet and work so well like they are TOP tier humans of everything I’ve watched so far. RID makes up for Primes shortcomings on everything except the mess of the politics of the overarching aligned continuity, but I’m telling you it doesn’t matter as a whole.

And g1, yeah you have to get in the mood for the 80s cartoons, and you will need to make a note pad to try and remember who all the guys are (I mean that. They do not go 5 at a time they throw everyone at you immediately, you’ll need it for things like trying to spot the difference between prowl and blue streak who has no blue). It’s like 87 tmnt, it’s a classic, but it has some eh and even iffy stuff sometimes (the country of ‘carbombia’ for one) . But the voice acting is top notch and it will hit you with stuff that will have you shocked by it’s soft sincerity sometimes, the characters are so beloved and you NEED TO START HERE. This is the basis of the franchise these are your cliff notes. It will help so much to start here. And then don’t skip the transformers the movie (1986) after s2 of course, I cannot recommend that highly enough.

[that-one-guy-who-does-the-thing]

steven is in the sans pose hahahaha ok low hanging fruit was picked time to start shaking the tree

GREEN THING GETS A SOLO IN THE THEME SONG YAAAAAYYYYY

BATHROOM TUB MAGIC

awww the pearl artist duo I REMEMBER YOUUUU <:O)

amethyst would be a super super cool professor omg

are they talking about spinel or jasper or that little bug or some new character

it's jasper

awww jasper looks so happy that steSTEVEN THREW A PUNCH?????????????????

pink steven back?

SHES HAVING SO MUCH FUN!!! oh.

awww this is CUTE SO FAR!!!!!!

i can see this becoming a "gems are taking our jobs we must get rid of them" or "humans dont do jobs as good as us so we must replace them" sort of route with all this 'perfection' talk. good for you for getting the job but im scared. i mean they showed BLOOD in the movie. that means this is for grownups!

uhhhh steven? you can't uh. you can't . control whjat people want to do with their lives ., even though youve been sorta doing that the whole show this is like, different.

THIS SERIES WILL BE ABOUT STEVEN'S UNHEALTHY OBSESSION WITH HELPING PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!

steven please stop randomly sprinkling sonic the hedgehog-esque inflections into your speech

ONION

oouuuggggg human zoo people are learning unhealthy coping mechanisms

FAMETHYSTS!!!!!!!!!

MANY MOTHERS

sisters*

awww steven the doctor!

WHITE PEARL (not white baby. this is different)

ohhhh its not about his obsession with helping people its about him bottling up past trauma :D :o| :O(

HER NAME IS VOLLEYBALL

"are you here to compete" is really thematically relevant isnt it. man they sure do love their foreshadowing on this show

DOUBLE PEARL wow they bonded fucking fast

BRITISH (she was british before but somehow shes more now)

SHORT HAIR GREG also the trope where its like a reformed villain and then it turns out theyre not reformed and the one and only one character who thought they were still evil was right

hey so, like, is it just me or did them having greg held up there feel really, not that dangerous? like after all the stuff we've seen that was just, really not all that bad?

ONION AND STEVEN PEARL FUSION IS BACK YAAAY!

raimbow............... <:o)

SUNSTONEEEE

yo why do the fusions have weird fourth wall abilities

STEVEB TAG

STEEEEVE FUUUSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HOLLLYYYYY FGFUUUUUUCKKKK GARNET W GARNET W SPLITTING TO TAG STEVEN GENIUS GENIUS

why was i more invested in steven tag than the movie.......

awww updating the game... yay <:o)

BLUE BIRD I MISSED YOUUU (you didnt really do much for a while there)

MORE OF THEM

lapis is really big

ohh... steven isn't adapting well to change...

steven and lars being good pals is so sweet...... it's like,... idk seeing them get along so well and actually understand each other and talk normal as adults is so sweet. FUCK! LARS BEING UNBEARABLY OBNOXIOUS IN SU PROPER HAD A PURPOSE! IT MAKES HIM SO LIKEABLE NOW! JUST LIKE THE FUCKING HISTORICAL PLAY FROM THAT ONE EPISODE! HIS FLAWS MADE HIM BETTER! FUCK!

hey i just had a thought. does steven have that shit in his eyes that makes it so lights appear as streaks and thats why the bgs are stylized like that or is it just like that to look cool

is cactus steven gonna fuck up the rest of the plants and its like a metaphor for him trying too hard or something

sigh.... steven...........

oh my god. is. are the title card and credits visuals foreshadowing steven leaving beach city..? is... is he gonna move on too by the end of this..?

GREEEEN THIIIING !!!!!!!!!!! MY FAVORITE THING!!!!!!!!!!!

the meta commentary/.................

this show is making me want to connect with my friends

wait...... where has conn-oh there she is

wait steven is 16? i thought future was a few years after the movie

CUUUUUUUTE!!!!!!!

steven and connie are so different... but combined, theyre the same as they were when they first came together <:,3

and theyre so. cute

hi onion

CUUUUUTE

DO NOT ASK HER TO DO THAT

wait theyre being too positive about this its not gonna work also hes only 16

aw, steven...... also W garnet as always

connie's mom W

steven's dad W

that intro is. certainly something after so many episodes of depressed steven

GRANDPAPPIES!!!!!

no..... dads van.....

grrrbhyjgghhhj steven......

JASPER

NO STOP BEING A BAD INFLUENCE

well..... channeling anger into something instead of someone is.. good i guess

.,,,how long has he been hanging with jasper????

THREE DAYS>!>>?????

JASPER!???!?!??

NONONONONONO DONT CALL HIM THAT

WELCOME BACK MICKEY MOUSE

oh steven...

ok look im really emotional about steven's present state you can NOT be saying "long time no see" in that weird sonic the hedgehog inflection buddy come on a little on the nose there

oh god is he corrupted.....

white: WAAAAHHHH ITS MY FAAAUUUULT connie: SHUT THE FUCK UP DUMBASS

first tear shed on this show...... i got close a few times but this time it finally escaped me

i love you steven

good luck steven

god DAMN IT THE SHOW WHERE PEOPLE CRY ABOUT THEIR FEELINGS MADE ME CRY FROM HAVING FEELINGS FUCK YOU

watching steven universe for the first time. still on season 1. im noticing over half of the episodes are like... it's like regular show in that the first like half of the episode is relatively normal and kind of slice of life??? or at the very least just kind of stuff happening, and then after that shit picks up to a thousand, but unlike regular show it's taken super seriously and oftentimes what feels like act 3 movie character development happens out of nowhere. like idk some of these episodes have moments that would feel more deserved if there was more buildup or if it was part of like a multi-part special or something.

but other episodes are more like early adventure time. i cannot explain why

[kryptonitejelly]

Hii.. do you take requests? I wish you do but if you dont, then youre completely free to ignore this🤗. So i was thinking, well mostly inspired by this reel on instagram wheŕe people show their 2 kids. The first who is like the sweetest kid that makes you wanna have lots of kid and then the 2nd kid who is the complete opposite. That one reel with 'im high on crack' lyric?😆.

Maybe a Bob x reader where the 1st kid is a carbon copy of Bob's, the sweetness, the look, everything and the 2nd kid took after the reader's ?

God, im so sorry my explanation is a mess.. and thank u so much 💖💖

hiya! ok now - i don’t take request for Bob (stating this so i don’t start getting them 🫣, but i’ll do this one as a 5 sentence baby blurb! - even though i have no ides what reel this is 😂, so forgive me if something is weird in the blurb). also idk if i am messing Bob up 😵‍💫

@bob writers - i know ya’ll are out there, help us out.

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It happens, suddenly, and all at once, the tranquil afternoon in the sun busted by a loud shriek, a kiddy war cry, which is followed up with a scream as your two children go streaking across the garden. You feel droplets of water hit your legs as your second child, your daughter, your mini-me, pumps her water gun, waving it blindly around as she chases after your son, the sweet boy a carbon copy of your husband. You hear him chuckle ruefully as the chase continues to the end of the garden, and you turn your head to meet his twinkling eyes - the blue made me obvious by his choice of contacts for the day out in the sun.

“She takes after you,” he says as you both turn back to watch your daughter chase intently after her brother, screeching almost like a pterodactyl; there is laughter on your lips, and you put your book down beneath your chair before scrambling to a stand.

“Baby, I think Dad wants in on the fun,” you call out as three heads turn to you - your husband, innocent, wide eyed and betrayed; your son mouth open in slight shock; and your daughter, eyes glinting with excitement as she charges over water gun blazing - you run out of the way.

[venusguks]

— saccharine boy

pairing : reader x jeon jungkook

summary : the new transfer student is a bit strange…

genre : yandere jk, future smut, angst, dark, obsessive/possessive jk

warnings : this includes DARK themes with heavy topics. i dont support this unhealthy relationship dynamic irl. a huge TW for suicide, suicidal thoughts, tendencies, coaxing, themes. this is pure fiction so please know that if you’re struggling with suicidal thoughts, this may be really really horrible to read :(( yn and jk both say shitty things

part 1 of ??

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i loved you before i even knew you

in days fleeting moments, the sun dipped into the ocean, casting a surge of honey waves to engulf the city whole.

it’s vast, golden essence poured through the mid-open windows and into the empty school hallways.

moments before, the laughter of the baseball team dissipated, and those who confessed to the whim of spring filtered emotions had left with tear stained cheeks.

it's empty enough that you can hear your own slip ons click against the floor.

click, click, click.

you walk up the stairs, stopping right in front of the rooftop door.

the rusted knob is cool under your skin, and bracing yourself for the wind, you twist it open.

the wind whisks past you ferociously, as if urging you to turn back. you should've heeded the warning then (how foolish of you not to), but instead, you open your eyes to the tangerine streaks of the sky.

that’s when you see him.

— ❝ hey, do you regret it? ❞

his silhouette wavered beyond the metal railings of the rooftop.

you don’t know why—what had possibly gone through your mind when you spoke. it wasn't your business—you could honestly care less for people like him,

because people like him were the same as you.

despite that, you couldn't stop yourself from screaming, "you're such an attention freak, you know that?! do you really want to be seen that much?"

his head slightly lifted.

would he listen to you? would he care?

because if it were you past that railing right now, you wouldn't stop for anyone.

but doesn’t he see?

if he jumps, right now, right in front of you,

doesn’t he know how much that would break you?

please, the wind swallows your desperation. i’m already broken enough, so please don't make it any worse.

when i muster up the courage like you someday, i need to die without the thought of you jumping in my head.

— ❝ oh, i see… you're scared of me.❞

"there are so many other ways to kill yourself. drowning, the rope—you can jump off literally any other god damned building for all i care—but don't you dare make it this building! don't you dare jump off in front of me."

you saw it, as the wind danced past him, just how lifeless his eyes were

it was as if the sun himself feared him—preferring to quickly drown into the blue abyss rather than be in his mere presence.

"i know this place is terrible—but the janitor is so kind. he's a single father of three children and if you jump, he'd have to break his back scrubbing your blood for hours. he'd come home and put on a happy face despite worrying if his children will turn out like you. so please, for the janitor's sake, deal with haunting this school a different way. your death would affect more people than you’d know, so please.”

he doesn’t move, so hesitantly, as if it would change anything, you quietly add, "ah, he gave me food one time too.”

the boy’s back quivered, and your own trembling heart ached for him—but what you thought was sniffing turned into a loud, hearty laugh

you stood there, dumbfounded as you watched him.

"you're..." he tries to say through his giggles. when he catches his breath, he finally turns to you with the biggest smile.

"you're really stupid."

— ❝ but would it help if i said i've always loved you? ❞

frozen, you can only stand there gaping at him.

"i was just watching the sunset, but your reaction was so funny. you don't know how hard it was not to laugh."

what…?

you blink once, twice—then turning your heel, you begin to walk away.

"h-hey! wait!" he called from beyond the railings. "i'm sorry, okay? i was having too much fun—i didn't mean to scare you. please forgive me."

"scare me?" you scoffed. "kill yourself for all i care. it doesn't have anything to do with me."

— ❝ since that day... ❞

you just blurted it out of spite. you knew it was cruel, you didn’t mean it. you were just so angry. how dare he make a fool out of you? make a joke out of this? in your eyes, he was far more cruel.

“fine then.”

you turn back with a vile glare, but your heart stops as he takes a step back.

the boy hums in viscous amusement when he sees the horror in your eyes. in front of the blazing red of the sun, wearing his wide smile, he resembled a demon.

"forgive me, or i'll let go."

"d-don’t be stupid," you scowl, but you could barely feel yourself breathe.

then, just like that, one of his finger tips leave the metal bar—then another, and another.

you don’t know when you started running or how you even got there, but as soon as you hooked your fingers around his collar, you gave everything to pull him back.

"are you crazy?!" you scream, hot tears trickling down your eyes.

his annoying fit of laughter only angered you more.

— ❝ i loved you before i even knew you. ❞

"like i said, forgive me—and i won't try it again," he chimed in a playful tone.

you couldn't tell if he was joking or not.

it scared you, his carelessness.

he scared you.

“okay, okay! i forgive you!” you yell exasperatedly. “god, you—you think this is funny? what the fuck is wrong with you?! you could’ve—just because i—y-you could’ve…r-right in front of me…and i-i…”

"hey, hey..." he chuckles softly, interlocking his fingers with yours through the metal fence.

you refused to look at him, but you could still feel the tingling warmth of his skin. you were close, the bars only stopping at your torso. when you look back at it, you remembered the seeping reality of his beauty.

his voice, his touch, him...

everything he did made you feel so out of control, so vulnerable.

who was he? why did you have to meet him?

"i knew you'd catch me, its fine."

"that's not the point here you suicidal bitch! i mean—what were you thinking? are you out of your mind? i swear to god—if you jumped and i became a suspect of murder, i'd dig up your own grave and kill you again!”

the boy’s eyes widened, shock dancing with his own bemusement. they were the same lifeless brown, but golden specks glimmered in where he looked at you.

finally, he smiles, “you’re horrible.”

you give a viscious glare, but before you can retort something, he continues, his hand trailing up your arm.

"but at the same time, horrible people don’t try to save a horrible person from dying. no, you can’t be horrible,” a cold shiver runs through your body when his fingers brush against your collarbone. “you’re just a sweet girl, aren’t you? an angel who saved me…”

he pulls you closer by your neck, his lips barely touching the shell of your ears. your breath hitches, and your knees suddenly feel weak.

“i’d love to ruin you.”

nothing comes out of your mouth.

all you can hear is your heart thumping against your chest. all you can feel is the unbearable heat blooming on your cheeks, and all you can see is him.

finally, his words settle in.

“get the fuck off me you creep!”

— ❝ you're never leaving me, my love. i won't let you. ❞

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a/n : i’m so so so sorry if this triggered some people. this may be poorly written as well as i’ve written this YEARS ago. as you might tell, i was suicidal then and i often incorporated that in writing—its a way to get it off my chest sort of. to have relatable characters is something thats always made me comfortable. honestly rereading it again nothing makes sense LOL but i thought i’d continue it just for fun. i hope whoever has come across this is having a lovely and healing day, stay safe starlights <3

[dumbgothbunny]

I may have wrote some smut continued on from what you wrote in one of ur imagines bc my brain won’t shush I hope u enjoy bestie 💀

“You’re suckin me in, darlin. It’s not my fault she wants me, you know? Your pretty pussy just loves her daddy. It’s okay princess, I’ll give her everything she needs” blue said as he picked up the pace, feeling his release coming as his cock twitched inside you. He grabbed your thighs tightly with his hands forcing them to wrap around his waist, he was thrusting so hard the makeup starting to jump and move around behind you. Tears started to gather in your eyes at how Blue didn’t care how you felt about him dropping his load in you, he just wanted to use you to fill you up and give him a child that would bond you together forever.

“Awe what’s wrong baby blue? Is daddy feeding your pussy too hard? Is she hurting huh?” Blue mockingly said, now choosing to wrap his hand around your throat to get eye level with you, you wrapped your hands over his wrist trying to get him to stop, now choking on your tears.

“I don’t want this blue please... please!” You whimpered making him shake his head, “you don’t get to decide... she does.” Blue pushes you against the bedazzled mirror behind you as he leans backwards to see your pussy taking him, blue slaps his other hand just over your clit making you jump at the pleasure shooting through you, he gives you another, his pinky ring hitting right on your pussys lips. You jump knocking something from the dressing table on the floor.

“Ohhh baby blue, she wants it, clenching her precious self all around daddy’s cock like that, would you seriously deny her the want she’s feeling of me cuming in her?” Blue asks, feeling his orgasm approaching , you sob as you know the signs when he’s close, you’ve fucked him enough. he groans sinfully. “P-please dont Blue, you can do anything but not that-“ “No? Really?” Blue asks, you shake your head violently hoping he’ll see how much you don’t want to get pregnant by him.

“Hmmm... okay then, I’ll just pull out...” Blue said all too innocently, making you relax against the now warm mirror, you started to get back into the pleasure blue was offering you even wrapping your legs around his waist willingly, your eyes closing in pleasure but then you hear a loud moan coming from Blue and something warm shoot up inside you, right into your cervix, “Nonono please blue you said you wouldn’t-“ You try to say but all Blue does is smirk at you as he wraps his hand around your throat again, using his fingers to open your mouth while he obsessively licks you with his tongue, gathering some spit and letting it drip into your throat, he continues rocking his hips into yours making the table creak with his speed, your tears streak down your cheeks as you take all of Blue’s seed. Biting your lower lip and letting it go, Blue says “You’re never going to be able to stop me from denying her of what she wants, and of what I want,” he pauses as he moves his unoccupied hand to grab your pussy, still feeling his cock twitch as it flooded your pussy with as much cum as it could. Blue growled to himself as he felt himself breeding you, his baby blue.

Blue then leaned backwards, letting your throat go while you sit there quietly moaning to yourself at how it felt, you could also feel his cum moving around in you and there was something weirdly hot about it. Smirking, blue shook his head as he looked at your hole using his fingers to peel back your pussys lips he looks and sees his cum moving around ‘looking for your cervix to breed you’ he said to himself. He started to play with your clit, making little circles around it with his finger which had you moan louder, “She’s hungry for more huh? Well it’s a good thing I’m a dutiful daddy...” Blue says in a tone you’d consider condescending but you’re so gone you could give a crap about how he talks to you. A few more strokes and he’s got you cuming, he tries to move your hips higher up, so your shoulders and back are just about resting on the table, he opens your pussy lips again and thanks to the lights above you and you being slightly higher up he can see the pinkness of the insides of your pussy and that his cum has mostly gone further into you where he couldn’t see it. “Fuck... baby blue, she’s had her fill for now, and this is why you’re better than everyone else.” He says, dropping your legs and nearly making you fall off the table as you laid there in that awkward position truly exhausted. He tuts at the lack of movement from you, but then he takes his expensive white dress jacket off his shoulders, lays it on the chair he abruptly threw out the way and slowly helps you to sit on the dresser again. He then takes his dress jacket and wraps it around you, he gives your forehead a quick kiss as he nuzzles his nose into yours, “Are you okay, baby blue?” The question confuses you, he obviously didn’t care when he was sticking his dick in you and cuming without your permission. “Why do you care?” You ask bitterly. “Maybe because despite all this rude resistance you have towards me I still love you? Do you seriously think I’d give any old whore my jacket? That I’d let just anyone stay in my office when they didn’t feel well enough to please our guests ?” Blue asks while keeping his face so close to yours you can feel his breath hit your face as his nose taps yours. Blue leans on the table with his arms as he waits for a response, “No... you wouldn’t,” You replied looking away from him. “Exactly, because you’re my diamond in the rough, you’re MY baby blue.. what’s it going to take to get it through that pretty little skull of yours that you’re mine and you are NEVER getting away from me?” You shudder at that, from fear or excitement you honestly don’t know. “I know you’re not going to answer that, I mean why would you? So let’s see...” Blue wonders out loud, moving one of his hands to grasp your chin to look at him again. “What if I just locked you up in a room all by yourself, where you’d only be fucked and fed by me until you promise to behave yourself... or maybe what if I forced you to chose, I could hire a bunch of scary looking men to play with you unless you run into my arms like a good girl and beg me to fuck you full...”

This. Is. Delicious.

[krabmeat]

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- ⟒⋏⎅⟒⍀⋔⏃⋏ ⏃⋏⍜⋏

𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚝

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜: philza, techno, Wilbur,(next few only mentioned)Mexican dream, schlatt, dream

𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜: they/them

𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: fire, death, arson, betrayal mention, being used, reference to drugs, slight cursing

𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜: translation vvvvv

Can i be enderman anon? anyways now that's all out of the way. God reader getting revived unexpectedly by dream? it's like - a really badass antagonist god that gets pulled out of the underworld, calling dream their "saviour" (but in a more satirical way instead of genuinely seeing the masked man as their hero cause in the past they've most likely called everyone that helped them their mighty helper to the point where the title feels overused and undesirable). They roamed the lands of the smp, bringing terror and hellfire across the overworld, letting their kept in rage stroll free. They end up in the tundra, the burning flakes of ashes getting lost in the harsh piles of snow. They happened to have stumbled upon the cottages of two immortal gods that they may or may not have used to know. Wonder what'll happen? i would like to see your take in this.

 - enderman anon

AHHH IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I DONT KNOW IF YOULL EVEN READ THIS STILL BUT TY FOR THE REQUEST IT ISNT THE BEST QUALITY IM SORRY :[[[

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You almost don't recognize the sensation of grass against your calloused and rough hands. You were in the void playing solitaire with Schlatt and Mexican Dream, and the next thing you knew you were suddenly pulled harshly by the back of your collar, falling on your spine. The looming mask of Dream is what stood above you, but he looked different. Longer hair, smelly, wearing a stained lime green jumpsuit with ‘0001' sewn into it and covered in cuts, scars and bruises. But before you could even question why Dream was suddenly there, he stepped back into the void, the void slowly surrounding and consuming him the further he went backwards. His now bony hand is still tightly gripped onto the back of your shirt, so while struggling your body is also enveloped in darkness. All it took was one blink and there you were on a patch of grass, staring at the pale blue sky.

"Huh."

Was all that came out of your mouth. You were still shocked at the turn of events that just happened, but no longer grounded. A running river nearby stunned your senses. How long had you been dead? It felt like years, but when you look around at the familiar forest you died in, not much had changed except for a couple newly planted saplings here and there. The swirling ashes you remembered before you died had all settled and compressed into the soil.

The river showed a strange reflection of yourself- your features have clearly sunken into your skull and there's a streak of white hair coming from your scalp along with words in fancy gold letters on your arm reading,

"May thy woes and hurt of the past no longer eradicate the upwards of this lost souls future. Allow thine to be praised by Ender themselves and be granted another chance at mortality."

Scrubbing or picking at your arm did nothing, so onwards you went walking along the forest to what you remember being a bustling "community".

Each mound of dirt you saw only brought memories of your death, of the place and people who sought to treat you like you were disposable. And now that you’re alive, you hate that they technically ended up being right. Your death; alone in a forest. Running away from the unexpected attacker, ashamed and too prideful to die in the prying eyes of your enemies. It fills you with rage, all the lives taken by your hands and for what? You weren’t overreacting, you knew that for sure. And before you knew it, you stole some fresh flint and steel from a random chest and got to work. 

You had always wanted to touch the fires you set. The soothing feeling you got from watching wood burn to char and ashes satisfied you. And it made it all the more euphoric to know it was trees of your manipulator's land. Running across the land, with flames as far as you could see when you looked behind you. The heat swirled around your neck and went into your nose, but the feeling was muscle memory at that point. You were still riding your high when a voice reached out to you, luckily when you were finally calm.

"What- Y/n? Hold on, is that really you Y/n..?"

You spin on your heels to the familiar manipulative British voice of a person you haven't seen in a long time. 

"Wilbur?! Man, I haven't seen another person's face other than those two addicts in a while- you look different." 

His eyes much like yours are sunken deep into his skull, purple-pink bags under his eyes and dull skin. Wilburs shocked lips fade into an opened mouth smile when he walks up to you with his hands momentarily confused on what they should do. Eventually, his right hand settles on clasping your left shoulder, giving it a friendly squeeze.

“Y/n it is so good to see you! You look quite different yourself, wouldn’t you think-? Oh, look! We’re matching!”

The grey streak in your hair seems to make another appearance when Wilbur briefly smacks it with his middle and pointer finger. 

“Ay, it’s nice to see you too Wil, but back up for a second alright? I've got something to ask you by the way…”

Wilburs head peaks in interest, urging you to go on.

“I’m guessing that little streak in your hair wasn’t a fashion choice- and if it was it’s a bit strange- but how’d you get it? You died when you blew up L’manburg! I mean c'mon, people don’t just, well…REVIVE!”

He starts to walk. You aren’t quite sure where, but stumbling along with Wilbur while his arm is draped lazily atop your shoulders seems to suffice. 

“Ahh Y/n, you’d be surprised. The most WONDERFUL thing happened, actually! Years and years in my hell of a train station; do you know who was at the subway door when it finally opened, Y/n? Dream!”

“Wh- Dream?!”

Appalled, you try to stop in your tracks but fail when wilburs arm is still pushing forward. His storytelling voice dies down to curiosity and excitement.

“Wait, did he save you too? He did, didn’t he? Oh, this is wonderful!”

Wilbur emits eagerism and you suddenly realize what you could do with his desperacy to be socially accepted. Putting on the most exaggerated and animated voice, you speak. 

“Oh my god yeah! Gosh, that Dream guy is my hero! Thanks to him, I get to have another chance at living again, and isn’t that just…swell.”

In all honesty you didn’t really try hard to sound sincere but by the look of Wilbur, it seemed to work just fine. 

“Right?! I’ve been meaning to visit him in the prison if you’d like to tag along with me the day I go? I’m sure he’d love to see you, since he revived you and all.”

Oh, you were sure Dream wanted to see you. He wants a boon- a trade. Why else would he revive two of the most historically significant people on the server if not to make some sort of deal with them? Sure, Wilbur is as gullible and carefree as ever but you at least still had scraps of mental stability and level-headedness that made you all the more a force to be reckoned with. Not to mention Wilbur doesn’t know that Dream killed you, but telling him that now would blow your act. You decide to keep your thoughts to yourself.

“Yeahh, sure! I’d love to go, just tell me when.”

And that’s the end of that conversation. The two of you walk to wherever Wilbur is going. It honestly surprised you how he couldn’t see through your apathy. From what you remembered, he was keen on being wise about people and their intentions but you guess years and years in hell do things to a person.

Somehow, you’re stuck in your mind for long enough that only now do you feel the sharp winter air making the hairs on your arms and legs stand straight up. 

“Wait, snow?”

The tundra was a drastic contrast to the void you were once in with schlatt and Mexican Dream. Instead of black as far as you could see, it was a blinding powdery white. 

‘Mexican Dream would’ve liked it here, probably would have tried to snort the snow like coke.’

You weren’t built for the snow, though. Hell- you didn’t even have a memory of anyone living in a tundra when you were alive! Why was Wilbur even in the tundra? You didn’t have the energy to ask, still feeling brittle and tired, back aching from laying on the dry dirt longer than expected earlier. 

“Yeah, just figured I’d show you around! Plus I already need to grab a couple things from an ender chest and this was the closest by. I’m a very busy man, after all.”

But why were there so many footprints in the snow? As far as you knew, Wilbur was the only one who lived out in the tundra- and he didn’t seem like the active type at all. There were strange shapes as well, large hooved footprints. However, all thinking comes to a halt at the same time Wilbur does.

“We’re here! You might see some familiar faces cause I live with people.”

Well, that answers the footsteps as well as the tall red-caped piglin hybrid giving leftover bones and raw meat to a polar bear.

“TECHNO! TECHNO, HEY!”

He tenses up for a second, you could tell he wanted to be left alone but that didn’t really bother Wilbur. But you recognize him. The name and the apparel- that guy is Technoblade. The same Technoblade who stood by your side while the two of you blew L’manburg up for the last time, and now the Technoblade who resides in a cottage shrouded in snow.

“Technoblade?!”

Hearing your voice being carried by the crisp winter air, he turns around immediately to see you and Wilbur a few feet away. Techno stood there dumbfounded, but he didn’t know why. He wasn’t particularly joyed or ecstatic to see you, but he was at the very least happy to see an old ally back. 

“Y/n? Oh my god, now we’ve got TWO of you? We don’t have room for another one, alright?”

For some it might be hard to see the meaning behind his words. Luckily you’ve talked to him enough to where you can tell he’s being playful.

“Don’t worry, I’ll just build directly on top of your house. Besides, who WOULDN'T want to be near me 24-7?”

“Me-“

“Oh f*ck off.”

You would’ve thought that that was Wilbur due to the similar accent, but there was something off. The slight gruffness and age, yet still succeeding in sounding mellow.

“Phil! How’s my favorite old bird doing?”

He gives you a face. Not a happy one like you expected, rather a face that says ‘really?’ Probably because of the old comment. The two of you briefly hug, Phil’s tattered wings stretching out slightly.

“I’m doing alright, are you okay? Here, would you like to come in? It’s pretty cold outside, you probably haven’t seen snow in a couple years.”

He wasn’t wrong after all. You were freezing your toes off and were itching for lemon tea. The kind Phil used to make when he, Technoblade and Dream discussed plans on destroying L’manburg. Ah, the good ol days…

“Of course! We’ve got a lot to talk about- you still have that old chess board?”

“Yes, but first you have some explaining to do about the fire over in that tree, Y/n. You just got back and you’re already burning down forests?!”

“Did someone say fire?”

Techno has an eager stride in his step once he also looks back to see the raging lights of orange and red in the nearby forest.

“Don’t worry Phil! It’s just- ahh, a controlled burn..?”

Your tone of voice is unsure when a black crow shoots down from the sky into the snow in front of you. It’s left wing is charred and has smoke dancing from the burn. Philza looks at you with a stern glare.

“Oh my f*cking god…that’s it! We’re all going inside now, you too Techno. I don’t want you and Y/n going on a rampage.”

[bridgyrose]

In that case:

Character- batwoman

Monster- dalek

Prompt- the same genesis ark that brought the daleks to canary wharf also left some behind. One got stranded in Gotham City and got picked up by Ra’s al Ghul, who refocuses it to his purpose: renewing Gotham. Batwoman is the only person available to stop it.

Gonna put this one under a read more:

Ra’s al Ghul smirked as walked around the chained dalek, his fingers gently tracing over each feature. “So, this is the fearsome creature that took the lives of my men. Such a fascinating piece of machinery.” 

“The Daleks will exterminate humans!” The dalek cried out as it seemed to struggle to make its way out of its chains, its blast gun starting to prime. “EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!” 

“Then exterminate away!” Ra’s stepped in front of the Dalek and raised his arms into the air with a smirk. “If that’s what you wish, then exterminate me here and now. But then, how do you expect to leave then? Forever a prisoner until the chains rust away as you wait for those who left you behind. However, it doesnt have to be that way.” 

The dalek seemed to calm at the words, its voice almost curious as it spoke. “Then… what way can it be?” 

“My thinking may be a bit… small for one such as yourself, but I believe that we can renew Gotham in a way I’ve never been able to before. Once we’re done, you’ll be able to leave.” 

“The Daleks have no intention to help you! We are the only true beings! We must exterminate all life-” 

“And what do you plan to do after that?” Ra’s slowly stepped to the Dalek and ran his fingers across the detail of the metal casing. “But I can give you a new purpose. Instead of exterminating all life, you could be the master of it. To be with me and rule a humanity with a renewed purpose.” He slowly pulled back. “What do you say, Dalek?” 

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Kate Kane let out a sigh as she watched over the bustling city below her. With Dick still out in Blüdhaven, Damien and Bruce out who knows where, she was the only one left to deal with the crime of Gotham. And even though it was a quiet night, it made for a long night of watching and listening for anything more threatening than a cat stuck in a tree. She slowly leaned against a gargoyle on top of the Wayne Enterprises building and looked up to the smog-filled sky. “As much as I like the quiet nights, I do wish something would happen.” 

“You say that as if you want something to happen,” Barbara said through an earpiece. “You’re the one who keeps asking for a break.” 

“Are you always listening in, Oracle?” 

“If I dont know what’s going on, then how will you?” 

“I could just use the police scanners like Bruce does.” 

“And miss out on all the important stuff? I dont think he’s the best example on gathering intelligence.” 

Kate rolled her eyes and tossed a batarang up into the air. “Please tell me you found something.” 

“I think so, but I’m not entirely sure.” Oracle let out a heavy sigh and pulled up a small, holographic image of a Dalek near the docks. “But there’s something strange out there. It doesnt seem to be attacking anything yet, but I’m still not sure what it's after yet. Though it's alien in nature.” 

“Think it’s Brainiac?” 

“I dont think so, but if it is, then we may want to get Superman out here.” 

Kate sat up and looked out towards the docks of Gotham, a frown crossed her lips as she watched a few explosions light up the sky. “We can handle this without him.” 

“Alright, but you really should-” 

Kate silenced her earpiece and jumped off the edge of the building to start gliding to the docks. A streak of blue light caught her attention as another explosion came from just outside the harbor. Whatever she had been going after had started to move and was moving quick. She lowered her arms and let go of her cloak and used her grappling hook to quickly change direction and follow the explosions. It wasnt long before a blue blast of electricity ripped through the line of her hook, causing her to fall from the sky. 

With a quick roll, Kate landed on the ground to face the Dalek. “So you’re causing the chaos here.” 

“You’ll have to forgive my new friend for causing quite the show, though now that you’re here, then that means the Batman wont be far behind.” Ra’s stepped out from the shadows and grinned as his league of assassins followed suit. “But I’m sorry, Batwoman, today is the last day the Gotham you know will exist.” 

“I wont let-” Kate’s words were cut off as a beam of blue energy slammed into her, her armor peeling away where she was hit. She fell to the ground and looked up as she watched the Dalek hover above the ground, weapons still trained on her. 

Ra’s jumped down from the building he had stood on and started to walk the streets with the rest of his league of assassins, passing Kate without a second glance. “Goodbye, Batwoman. You wont be missed.” 

Kate’s eyes widened as she watched the Dalek ready its beam once more, and then felt the sting of electricity run through her body as she was struck once more.