#i have a weakness for unhinged rambling

[glitched-starlight]

As Gravity Falls reenters the void, and the inevitably of fanfiction begins to recirculate, there is a comment I fear I must send out to the general public.

As a trans man who gets, like, -1 representation in shows that aren’t explicitly about queer people, I often will latch onto characters that inexplicably have The Trans (TM) written into their bones, which includes Dipper Pines. And, as one might expect, I turn to my silly little A03 account to get my fix of representation and enjoyment of many a trans dilemma. Unfortunately, this is where my qualms get given the spotlight.

This is a generalization, but it seems as though every single godforsaken fic about trans!Dipper (I see this in the Spider-Man fandom a lot too, but that’s a conversation for a different day) he loses all his unhingedness, all his insanity, and is boiled down to a weak and sad little uwu trans boy who can’t handle his own dysphoria and falls apart at every slight inconvenience?

You’re telling me DIPPER, the same man who got called weak one (1) time and then disappeared into the woods for a solid 12 hours and came back half naked and rambling about positive vs toxic masculinity and manotaurs, is going to get misgendered and fall completely and utterly apart? You seriously think he’s going to have a run in with somebody who tries to bully him for being trans and he isn’t going to read them to filth? Are we forgetting that this is the same man who spent a whole episode learning about how to live and let live and then STILL told Pacifica her family was a sham with the mic-drop line of “deal with it”?????

Like good lord, please give this man some credit. I’m not saying he can’t have panic attacks, or trauma, or be treated differently by certain people, but it is the year of our lord and savior 2024 and we are STILL infantilizing trans men in fanon versions of media???

All I’m saying is if Mabel gets to keep her unhinged characteristics, you gotta let Dipper keep his too. Let Dipper punch a transphobe, as a treat.

[snail-day]

Mummy issue gojo has me thinking of him being in an arranged marriage that he accepts dutifully as another thing he must do, only to very quickly become enamored with his new wife who keeps warm meals waiting for him when he's home at an ungodly hour, quietly fussing over the state of him and, just showing him the maternal attention he never received. Thinking that you are beginning to care for him as much as he cares for you. Only until a little hiccup happens when he checks your phone, to find that the two of you have a mutual friend who you still are hung up on.

The only real solution is to put a baby into you as he begs you to never leave him. (Or invite geto to join in aswell)

🪻

OHHHH I love your sweet little brain, mwah mwah mwah, come here, let me kiss those slick-with-brain-juice grooves because I was just thinking about something similar the other day.

hold my hand 🪻 anon, i'm going to go a little off topic here:

TW: Yandere, Satoru is playing house with his parental issues, Power imbalance, brief smut, unedited, mdni

Satoru would absolutely love an arranged marriage with someone sweet like honey. Especially if you’re the type to keep dinner warm for him, no matter how late he gets home, brushing his white hair back and kissing his forehead while he rambles about his day. Quietly fussing over him while he curls into your lap like a child.

And sure, he still holds all the power in the relationship, so you’re not exactly eager to piss him off. His temper tantrums sometimes leave the house in shambles. Holes in the drywall. A shattered mirror or two. His hands shaking as he screams that you’re all he has left.

The night Suguru attacks the school... you fixed Satoru’s broken, needy heart in the past. So, of course, you could fix Suguru, too. He’s already halfway there - missing an arm, bloodied and weak, slumped in your shared bed, groaning in pain like a mere wounded animal.

Satoru watches you patch Suguru up, absolutely enamored, baby blues shimmering. Suguru’s half-conscious, muttering under his breath while you tend to him, gentle whispers shared between the two of you, and Satoru’s whining.

“Mommyyy,” he pouts, curled up with his cheek pressed to your shoulder. “You’re taking such good care of Daddy…”

The word hits your stomach like a stone. Daddy? You’ve known Suguru for about a year, back in high school, and then he became a cult leader. A murderer. You think you're going to be sick, when you catch that lovesick look in Satoru's eyes.

But it doesn’t stop.

Satoru starts calling you Mommy and Suguru Daddy.

Suddenly, he’s playing house.

He wants Mommy to spoon-feed him. To coo over him. To make everything better. And he wants Daddy to stop being so grumpy about the situation. Suguru should be taking you from behind, and putting a baby in you while Satoru watches from the floor, touching himself and murmuring how good his family looks. And of course, he's there to clean up the mess, on all fours licking your slick cunt mixed with his and Suguru's cum. It's a true family bonding experience. He just loves the way you and Daddy taste together.

Suguru, well, he's surviving; it's much like house arrest. He will play the game, though, only barely. There’s a flicker in his violet eyes that says he knows this is a farce. He’s humoring Satoru, indulging the delusion. Because Satoru is powerful and more unhinged by the day.

Because in Suguru's mind it’s safer to play house than to pull the curtain down. And you, well, you don't have much of a choice by being a weaker sorcerer. So how about you keep playing house wife, daddy will make sure to keep your cunt full and Satoru will happily lick up the seconds like the good boy he is. <3

[forsaken-headcanons]

cw body horror yeowchy

two time's wings are actually their ?? ribs?? some sort of important bones.. piercing and emerging from their back — that's why they have significantly less health and weakness stacks when they go into their second life. the reason they're grinning is because they're delirious from blood loss, probably staggering and leaving a bloody trail for the killer to follow.

it would also explain why the survivors are so weirded out by two time rambling about the spawn! they talk so fervently about it, and the survivors are like "...ookaayy??"

eventually, they just see bro completely feral in a round, looking like they belong in a horror film, still singing the spawn's praises.

if anyone draws or writes anything like this PLEASE GOD TAG ME. pleasseee 🙏 i love unhinged two time

oh our favorite sicko. we always thought that was always the case honestly– that is a PEAK headcanon tho we're yoinking this one heh /silly /pos

[yautja-lair]

I just finished watching Killer of Killers and I have a few things to say and three words to start with:

HOLY FUCKING SHIT

THIS WAS AMAZING! It has easily became my favorite movie among the predator saga.

it's always so refreshing to see animation but animation + yautja? simply divine, it fits so well

The animation was stunning. Each frame was a work of art, the fights were so captivating, and I enjoyed every character. Getting a glimpse of possibly yautja planet? Lovely, it gave me some ideas already. I was honeslty just happy to see sooo many yautja alive on screen, i was so hyped.

Where do I even start for the yautja? I have so many things to say and 90% are just pure thirst.

I loved every hunter, of course, yet i also loved the human characters. Usually i don't warm up to humans but these ones got my interest right away (I do have special eyes for Ursa because i'm weak to the charm of a woman that can kill me with a single bare hand)

Dan Trachtenberg, Prey was amazing, Killer of killers is on my podium now, too. I can only have good high hopes for Predator:Badlands

Warning, from this point on, my rambling will become more suggestive and unhinged (and warning for spoilers, just in case someone else hasn't seen the movie yet).

(also outside of King, I'm not sure if these are official names for these hunters, but i have seen many mutuals adressing them as such, so i will do the same)

Jotun: Starting with the first to show up and my favorite. Do I even have to say it? Look at this absolute unit of pure muscles and sexiness. I do love his prosthetic weapon and how he just bulldozed his way into the fight (I was hoping for Jotun to be confirmed to be a big beefy female yautja but I love the nordic yautja regardless of gender). Sliding on the ice, reloading his arm, struggling against/breaking the chains during the underwater fight...I was biting the bars of my enclosure so hard I think I broke them.

Oni: Sir, sir, you are tall and lean, I like that too. I loved all of his weapons and his fighting style. I was kind of chuckling at the sight of him just vibing as he watched the two brothers fight. He really was like: "I'm just going to enjoy the show and then kick your ass." The way he sneaked around and jumped from roof to roof? Yess siiirr, you agile beautiful beast. Even the way he died was very cool.

Baron: *slamming my fist on my desk* yes yes YESSS. The way he operated the ship? Or moved on his seat or looked behind him? flexing all those chest goods on the screen? Oh, you bet I was paying attention. Among all the fights, the airplane combat is the one I enjoyed particularly the most. It was a new sort of hunting that I didn't know I needed to see with yautja on a screen (I love aerial fights).

Grendel King: "Huge boobs, I mean some serious honkers. A real set of badonkers. Packin' some dobonhonkeros. Massive dohoonkabhankoloos Big ol' tonhongerekoogers". His whole design is fascinating. The bone cape is so cool. Every time he spoke the yautja language? I was jumping on my seat of happiness (as well for his voice being indeed hot, but that's for another time). Not even using weapons, he was just throwing hands, beautiful. When he grabbed the face of Ursa and Kenji, keeping them on the ground? Move my turn now.

Now forgive me, I shall go think of domming all four of them, a person can dream.

I'm this close to start several Aus and a lot of oc x canon stuff just to take these fantasies and draw them (Jotun, Baron, you are the chosen targets)

Also, it is time to use my degree and clean the dust off the editing program and do completely self-indulgent edits about these hunters.

[hyperfixations-everywhere]

My thoughts on the Skyrim Civil War

It took me a while to frame this right. It's still going to be mostly rambling and History Lessons, but bear with me.

I see my own country when I look at the Civil War situation. As someone from India, a country which was colonised to Hell and back by Evil Tea Drinkers Pvt. Ltd. I think I have very strong opinions about this war.

Many people defend the Empire by saying they want a unified front against the Dominion, and that if Ulfric and the rebels won, Skyrim would be in shambles, making it an easy target for the Dominion. And yes I've read the Dossier. Althought it never states that Ulfric was ever working for the Dominion, it's common knowledge that he was an asset and his rebellion is exactly what the Thalmor want, knowing that the country will be left weakened. And I'm sure the empire also wants to be rid of the Thalmor. I acknowledge that, but I also acknowledge the fact that Ulfric Stormcloak is the only one DIRECTLY fighting for the freedom of Skyrim. (ignore the unhinged forsworn here)

And as someone coming from a country where "Peace Treaties", peaceful protests, sacrifices and Non-Violent means of "rebellion" were met with horrible consequences (Jallianwalah Bagh, look it up), and (though some might disagree) DELAYED the freedom of my country, I am of the firm belief that direct action is the only way to gain true independence.

Still, due to...unfortunate circumstances, Freedom was never TAKEN by India, it was GRANTED to us because we were basically no longer useful for Evil Tea Drinkers Pvt. Ltd. and they were already suffering heavy losses from WWII. There was a treaty called the Mountbatten Plan, which split our fucking country in two, in exchange for Self Governance, and we are still suffering the consequences of that. The power dynamics are still unstable, social issues are still prevalant and the influence of our colonisers still haunts us. On top of that, there's religious warfare because of the Partition of our country, and a fuckton of internal skirmishes still regularly going on.

This is what happens when Freedom is GRANTED through treaties, peace and ass-licking. Sorry not sorry, I said what I said.

Still, I won't say I always side with the Stormcloaks because they are right, they are better, etc etc. I don't think they're much better than the Empire. However, there is one big difference that makes me reluctant to support the Empire. I find that I simply can't trust them. I cannot trust an Empire which would so thoughtlessly sacrifice the religious freedom of a HUGE sect of its population. Religious freedom, freedom of expression, freedom of speech must NOT be sacrificed, not for anything. That's why the Empire pisses me off so much. What more are they willing to sacrifice, just to maintain a fleeting sense of peace with the Dominion? If religious freedom isn't secure, where do they draw the line? I don't find them TRUSTWORTHY, and I think as a nation it is crucial that you have trust in the people governing you.

I don't think Ulfric Stormcloak is the best leader Skyrim could ever have. I would even argue that General Tullius, on his own, is a better leader. At the same time, I trust Ulfric, because I know where his interests lie. I know what his ideologies are.

And besides, another counterpoint to those saying Skyrim will be fractured and weak if the empire isn't by their side, I think Hammerfell is doing just fine. Besides, Ulfric does state that he will form an alliance with High Rock. I think Nords and Bretons together can kick the dominion's ass pretty hard.

Anywhoo, I'd like to know y'alls thoughts whether you agree or disagree!! I think this is the longest and most serious post I've ever put out lol.

[eliza123z]

Ichi the Witch many messy brainrot ramblings

"The other hunter becames the hunted." Yall think Ichi would do this for WH Majik in the future. If there's other witches trying to capture WH, would Ichi do anything to take down the other competitors. Would he go far and kill someone one day?

Look at him grinning after saying something unhinged man. And the fact WH Majik was shown right after this talk too. I want chaotic neutral Ichi lol.

I wonder if he had any experience killing humans since he didn't hesitate to swing at Descara the first chapter.

Does Majiks have a line a communication? Do they have their version of Witch mirrors? How did word reached to the Majiks anyway.

I think WH majik can warp not only physical entities but also a witch's Magic Circle. Maybe it warps the target's mind and magic? With WH Majik hypothetical ability to warp a Magic Circle maybe that's the reason they could sense Ichi's gaze.

WH definitely can hear Ichi. WH was about to leave but literally stopped to hear Ichi's words and smiled.

Does Majik even feel pain, even if they kept regenerating? I wonder why do they have blood. For a magical creature you would've think they were magic blobs like Uroro.

Finally I think WH's trial is desire oriented. Unlike Uroro and Raiko was hax related meant to be hard to pass in battle (Woman can't inflict damage and can't be struck by lightning once). While Hisame is their desire to be fabulous.

That makes me think Majiks can choose their trials. During battle they had no hypothetical weak spot. Unlike, Uroro the heart, Raiko the Heart Jewel and Kindake the stem. So I would think the trial it's to satisfy WH in a way. Leaving or Entering the death barrier trial isn't seem to be it.

Give them a new purpose? Make them feel an emotion? Have x amount of kills? Or even sacrificing something or someone to satisfy their destruction? Heck, their trial might even be guessing their name, like Faes.

One thing interesting for me is that, WH didn't care if Ichi and Uroro ran away, heck they gave them a chance even. So they were only targeting the mountain??? The towns??

Messy ramblings over. Now we wait for new chapters.

[yanderes-galore]

TMNT 2012 Baxter Stockman romantic concept? Pre and post mutation? (If you can't do both then just post mutation)

I personally prefer human... But I'll do both for you.

Yandere! 2012! Baxter Stockman Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Jealousy, Stalking, Blood, Delusional behavior, Secret recording, Dude can't cope, Kidnapping, Dubious turned forced relationship.

Human

Baxter is surprisingly still an intimidating yandere.

Or at least... He can be.

For the most part he switches between being a dominant and submissive Yandere.

I imagine if he actually liked someone in this world he hates?

I feel like he'd actually try to make you like him before going full crazy, y'know?

He hides the red flags a LITTLE bit.

Baxter, as a human, seems like a guy who would enjoy coffee dates with you...

While simultaneously stalking you through new inventions he tinkered with.

It would not surprise me if you went on a date ONCE with him and he became obsessive.

He borders on pathetic Yandere but also can't be taken lightly?

I genuinely feel he's simultaneously trying to be a good person to get you to like him... while ALSO being a huge creep.

You just kinda know him as a shy nerd who obviously doesn't get out much and hates his job.

Dates with him aren't horrible if you don't mind him rambling about himself and his tinkering.

I feel he genuinely wants to impress you before he goes full villain.

He shows off inventions to you, he attempts to go on more dates...

Dude gets desperate when you say you're busy.

The second he's able to make better machines, he's showing you those too.

Especially the Mousers.

Admittedly it's impressive... but you start to be concerned about what he plans to use these ideas for?

Honestly, having him as a boyfriend or even just for a couple of dates is a bit... intimidating once you learn of his true nature.

Sure, he's shy and acts a bit meek towards the person he likes...

Yet at the same time he's attaching trackers to your belongings and using Mousers as cameras to stalk you.

Even if you turned him down after a couple dates, especially when he starts getting involved with Shredder of all people...

He NEVER gets over it....

Even when he's working on Foot Soldiers for Shredder, He has another tab open on his computer just tracking and recording you.

Whenever anyone asks he just responds in the most unhinged way possible.

Baxter would probably respond by calling you some affectionate nickname.

If the nickname 'Pookie' existed at the time, he would PROBABLY call you that.

People of course think his obsession is creepy.

It would be bad enough if you were dating... It feels worse that you broke up.

Yet it's not like the Foot Clan comments on it, not their business and the man is smart.

The Turtles WILL be concerned for you, this random hero being stalked by a villain they created.

Imagine if Baxter STILL tries to impress you.

He's building bigger robots and metal suits, practically strutting to your home to show you.

He wants you to miss him.

He wants you to take him back.

Hell, He'd probably even kidnap you.

He'd ramble the entire time while trapping you, telling you how you could've been perfect.

He isn't that weak and pitiful man you first started dating anymore!

He's stronger, smarter, and has so much more power.

If you're lucky, he'll take you back~!

You just need to grovel a bit for him... Make it worth his while.

He doesn't accept the idea of you moving on or getting someone else.

He thinks you're cheating or just confused.

After all, you MUST love him!

If you're with someone else, he'd probably threaten them with his machines.

Maybe send a couple Mousers to bloody them up for Baxter's entertainment?

He's so delusional he feels you still love him.

He feels he's so great that you must still love him.

You must just be... insecure.

Don't worry, he'll take you back~

I feel you'd only be free of this when the Turtles come in.

They originally just plan to beat up Baxter like usual, only to see you in a cell?

Baxter is treating this like a lover's spat, while the Turtles just get... increasingly concerned for your safety?

The good news is the Turtles will save you, yet I can't guarantee Baxter will let you go.

Mousers still watch you outside your window or in your closet, occasionally beeping.

You have almost become used to it....

In fact... The second the Mousers aren't active... You don't really feel relieved?

In theory, this should mean your stalker is gone...

Except you don't feel safe...

The Mousers are gone... but you still feel eyes on you.

Mutant

When Baxter mutates into a fly, I'd argue he's worse than he is as a human.

He's more aggressive and sadistic, incredibly intelligent too.

He relies more on his mutant abilities now.

I have a feeling he would remember the feelings he had for you before he was a mutant... and things go to Hell from there.

He's more delusional in this state due to his dwindling sanity.

There's a twisted sense of obsession he feels towards you... but he's more cruel you.

He accuses you of using him, of him thinking he wasn't truly worthy of your love.

You honestly want nothing to do with him, siding yourself with the Turtles who were previously your saviors.

Baxter keeps flying by your window, staring at you while you sleep.

You often try to hide from him, but he knows exactly where you are.

You're paranoid, looking anxiously around for trackers that he could be using to find you.

Unfortunately, you find nothing.

Not anything you can find, at least.

He definitely claims he still loves you, but it's different than before.

He isn't trying to impress you anymore, he's trying to force you to be his.

He doesn't care if you're scared, in fact he's enraged when you try to get help to run from him.

He DESERVES you.

He's so tired of playing nice and you trying to distance yourself.

Fine! This fly won't be nice anymore!

He'll just watch your every move... plotting every outcome....

He's still possessive and jealous.

Except he's way more willing to do something about it now... that's more lethal.

Actually, not even lethal.

Those he's jealous of become new mutant experiments for him to toy with.

Speaking of mutant experiments....

Baxter may come up with an idea to make you all his forever.

What if he makes you a mutant?

If you're a mutant... No one else will love you...

No one but Baxter.

It's an idea that makes him giddy.

He'll pick the perfect animal, maybe even another insect.

Then he'll work on kidnapping you to be his new experiment.

This way he can have you all to himself.

No need to share if you get rid of the competition, right?

Baxter may even murder in either form.

He could've done it with his machines... or as his fly form.

Yet murder, with all its blood... is something that comes much easier to his cohorts.

He prefers to force you to be his with a little bit of Mutagen.

He'll control it, give you a controlled mutation to keep your sanity.

Yet afterwards... You'll be all his.

It's terrifying when he kidnaps you, the large fly mutant breaking into your home to swoop you into his arms.

You're trying to scream, he covers your mouth as he flies you into the sky.

Sure, be scared, he doesn't care much...

He feels so much better as a fly.

You'll feel great too when he mutates you....

All I can say is hopefully the Turtles come to break you out again.

The fly acts fast, shoving you in a glass container before working on a machine.

He gleefully asks what animal or insect you enjoy, buzzing about as he plans ways to get such DNA.

You, on the other hand, are shaking like a leaf.

If you're lucky... the Turtles can come in and bust you out again.

But even then... How long until Baxter decides to come for you again?

It's obvious he doesn't handle rejection well.

Yet mutating isn't a pleasant experience either...

It's painful, you become an outcast...

But Baxter is there, excitedly buzzing.

He's so happy when you mutate!

Now you two can truly be together forever!

NO ONE will steal you from him!

You're all his.

Baxter, in either form, is someone who doesn't accept you not loving him.

Like the house fly he becomes...

He's just as difficult to remove from your life and home... determined to steal your attention no matter what.

[simpfordemetri]

Girl I've been thinking and I think vampires are too in connection with their mate for their moods to affect them. I can imagine Romanians in a bad mood when their partner has their period or something.

Por cierto, te pareces un poco a Carmen Denali. ✨

AYYY GRACIAS MI AMOR😭😭💖💖💖

ANYWAYS

Listen. The way Stephenie Meyer wrote vampire mates in Twilight makes it impossible for these creatures to have any sort of emotional independence once they’ve bonded. Like, their mate breathes funny, and suddenly their whole mood shifts.

You are telling me a vampire—an immortal, ancient fossil predator��could be THOUSANDS OF YEARS OLD and yet, the second their mate stubs their toe, they are instantly in fight mode?

Make it make sense.

I guess the bond is so intense that they don’t just care about their mate emotions—they physically feel them.

You got a papercut from opening an Shein package too fast? : Your vampire mate suddenly turns into a raging, miserable mess.

Stefan and Vladimir are grumbling in ancient Romanian because they can feel your discomfort and can’t do anything about it.

This is why vampires are bad at handling human mates. They don’t just feel bad for you—they physically feel like something is WRONG.

Their mates are having a bad day? So are they.

Their mates are irritated? They are too.

There is no escape. You could try to fake being fine, but let’s be real—they know.

Now, add in the fact that their mate is in literal pain every month for no reason.

They would be MISERABLE.

Stefan is next to you like 😠 because he can feel your discomfort and it’s ruining his day.And his eternity.

Vladimir would be rambling in dramatic ancient vampire: “This is a design flaw. Who allowed this?”

Expect unhinged Romanian rants about how human bodies are weak and stupid.

Human is mad = They are devastated.

Human is upset = They are upset.

You give them the silent treatment? They are physically in pain.

You can’t even be like “I need space” because they would be like “That is literally not possible.”

Human is happy, they’re ecstatic.

Human is sad, they are on the verge of existential crisis.

SO YES : Dating a vampire means your cramps are now their problem.

[mgu-h]

sometimes i try to imagine the skewed understanding i would have about lando if the only exposure i had to him was his media pen interviews, not the full range of his content, from his unhinged streams to his extremely professional extended interviews, and everything in between. it makes me feel a vague sense of horror that people might actually think the version of him they see in the immediate precedence or aftermath of his on track performances is the sum total of his personality, and an accurate representation of how he handles life. it's utterly lacking a broader understanding of his resilience and his humor, the presence of his support network, his deep integration with his team at mclaren. it makes me itch to think that people would assume that he is truly as fragile or arrogant as he can seem, before he's processed anything, or when he opens his dumb, inarticulate mouth to ramble, truly as manipulative and pathetic. it's such a reductive and impoverished picture that does not do him justice as a human being. yes, he can a gloomy perfectionist and blatantly self-critical, painfully open and honest, as he's busy actively shielding the team, praising the car, and shouldering sole responsibility. it's at least partially a long-used media strategy of radical defensive personal honesty and team pr that yes, many people are dismissive of and have grown to hate, but i think it's hardly weakness for him to explain his performances, with the added context of his perspective, and his honest assessment of his struggles as a driver. those struggles are not the totality of who he is, and do not represent the full picture of his strength and yes his stability, his resilience and tenacity, as crazy as that may seem. so so so many people seem perfectly willing to think they really get him from brief interview clips with leading questions and nothing else, and can write him off lacking the mental fortitude of a champion. i think they do not have meaningful opinions about him; just projections based on an incomplete and biased dataset that lando offers them, in that one, limited context.

[dangermousie]

Confession time - I find Miles Wei’s character more interesting that Li Xian’s.

It’s honestly The Double again for me - a female centric narrative about a driven woman with a terrible weak ex and a powerful new dude - and I find myself much more interested in the bad dude than the good one.

OK, before people come for my head, this doesn’t mean I find Peony husband a better person than the Envoy or that I ship him with FL (no thank you!), I just find him more interesting as a character for the same reason that I found Shen Yurong more interesting in The Double (tho in The Double, it was exacerbated by the fact that SYR and Princess Wanning actors gave the best performances in the drama - the mains were great but those two were another level. Here I don’t think Husband is giving a better performance than Envoy.)

You never truly know how Husband would act and which way he’d jump. He’s not the noble main character bound by the narrative restrictions (and censorship restrictions) within a certain path. And that is what makes him interesting to me - the complexity but also the uncertainty. I mean both actual MLs of The Double and Peony have a bit of an edge - Duke Su is dramatic and ruthless and starts out using FL and Envoy is dramatic, standoffish from FL and seemingly corrupt. But it’s a cdrama in this era, not a decade plus ago, we all know every minute they are actually good guys - no, Envoy is not actually corrupt and Duke Su is not actually murder happy - the former is saving the bribes for the people of treasury or w/e, Duke Su only kills death penalty people and both are super super duper loyal to the crown and of course would save the FL if she really needed it.

That makes them great husband material but it removes a lot of the tension I find interesting. No, a character does not need to be dark and/or unhinged for me to find them interesting - I loved 17 in LYF and am loving XXC in The Blossoming Love and those two are utter Boy Scouts - but it is hard to do in such a way they grab me.

Meanwhile secondaries are out there running free of confines of the moral messages which gives them an edge.

In the olden days, you could have MLs which were like this (I am thinking of Glamorous Imperial Concubine - the deliciousness of it was that Kevin Yan started ready willing and able to harm FL for his goals, not to mention all the “proper” historicals - think of Three Kingdoms or Advisors’ Alliance - those were not romantic heroes in traditional sense or a more recent example of Goodbye My Princess or Siege in Fog - except their inability to let FL go it was anything goes for those MLs) but for obvious reasons, this doesn’t happen much any more - the closest we’ve come recently is Kunning and Blossom and I adored both - there a lot of tension was that even after we realized MLs would die for FL, you often had no idea how they’d jump for other reasons and it gave us tension.

(Interesting side note is something like Eternal Brotherhood where even until the last episode, in terms of romance, I could not tell how Xiu would react to Ning - he was a very good person but the tension in the narrative came from his immense damage - every scene between them crackled with whether his feelings would win or his issues - it was constantly his issues but in every scene I kept going…but what if? That’s good acting and writing! But then there was the other tension because what Xiu was dedicated to was brotherhood and his platonic ideal of what a just society should be - which put him on a collision course with the wishes of his heart, and his friends and even the ruler - it gave uncertainty also. That’s a hard balancing act.)

Anyway this is a ramble so I will finish this failed attempt at an essay by saying - if cdrama rules allowed mains more edge and uncertainty, I’d probably be (even) more interested but as is, much as I love the mains, I often end up more drawn to secondaries in terms of interest.

[do-or-dichotomy]

woke up in the middle of the night as per usual so I’m allowed to write one (1) unhinged post before I wake up For Real. I cannot stop thinking about omega patrick stump. under the cut so no one has to scroll through my rambling unless they want to.

barely having the time to present before getting whisked away into a band. not really knowing how his medication works, forgetting to take his suppressants more often than not because he’s busy. having his first real heat in a van surrounded by the guys he loves and trusts most in the world [whether he should or not], the vanilla bean sweetness from his glands filling up the small space and smothering everyone in the best possible way. faces shoved in his neck whenever they can get away with it, breathing deep until minds go calm. everyone else using him as their personal space heater-slash-weighted blanket-slash-aromatherapy.

scent souring as things take a turn, curdled ice cream leaking from his neck all throughout the year leading up to hiatus marked by barely any moments where his scent didn’t put everyone on edge. putting off waves of sad, upset, angry, hurt that choke the rest of the band. no one wants to be near him when he smells like that, which makes him feel even more alone. absolutely reeking throughout soul punk, though it’s not like the few people who get close enough to him during that time know what he’s supposed to smell like in the first place. coke and crash dieting affecting his heat, his body refusing to give him a true heat when it knows he couldn’t handle what’s supposed to come next. going off his suppressants, hoping it’ll fix it and finding out it won’t. posting pariah with the added bonus of feeling decrepit, knowing that even if he gave up music, he’s not healthy enough in body or mind to be anyone’s mommy.

his scent stays hesitant, weak all throughout the first album back. he’s careful, cautious, still with one foot out the door just in case. but when things somehow manage to go right and it’s clear they’re here to stay, it blooms. he doesn’t clock the difference, but pete does, and he nearly weeps when he wakes up and wonders if someone spilt a bottle of extract. he can’t leave patrick alone, no one can, drunk on his scent and the relief it brings.

he starts eating like a human again, and he gains the weight back. it goes straight to his hips, belly, and thighs, cushioning where his body hopes he’ll need it. with age and experience comes wisdom, but it doesn’t occur to him to restart his suppressants, blindly assuming he’s done for on that front. a show ends, he heads to the shower, and peels off slick-soaked boxers that beg to say different.

his last heat was a blur, fucking himself with a toy that never gave him what he craved, and it prolonged the whole shitfest a full day and a half. they’ve got shows to do, and he doesn’t have that kind of time. but he’s not alone anymore, and all it takes is one muffled moan before he’s got his boys at his door, burying faces and cocks between his thighs, just like old times.

he resented it when he was younger, being the only omega in the group. he hated the questions, the snarky comments, the insinuations [no matter how true they were]. but now, after years of loneliness, he’s got a face in his neck, a cock in his cunt, hands on every inch of his body, and he can’t help but love it. he’s theirs, and they’re his, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

[moodymisty]

How would the Horsemen react if will they discover that they have feelings for the reader?

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙| 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author's Note: Ohhh this is cute... Particularly for War, I just love big angry characters having soft emotions. Enjoy my unhinged ramblings.

Relationships: Fury/Gn!Reader, Strife/Gn!Reader, War/Gn!Reader, Death/Gn!Reader

Warnings: None

✦ War ✦

Very abruptly. It's one of those moments that hits him like a hammer.

He hadn't even been realizing how much you'd been growing on him over time, let alone that he had been falling in love with you.

But War doesn't exactly know how to go about saying it, so it ends up sitting in the back of his mind forever. War isn't exactly super in touch with his emotions, let alone expressing them.

He's awkward for awhile simply because he desperately wants to do so much, but doesn't know how to just, say it. And much to his annoyance, he feels a bit shy about it. Expect him to get angry at himself at random times when you're alone, sometimes his cheeks even turning a bit red.

He doesn't have that same silver-tongued confidence that Strife or Fury have when it comes to these sorts of things, so he feels very out of his depth.

Once you begin to notice him becoming distracted often, or simply shutting his mouth and even at times walking away from you, you ask him what's wrong. That's the moment he finally admits his inner turmoil, through a bunch of sighs and searching for the right word to use.

He's so internally happy when you reciprocate. I hope you enjoy having a massive Horsemen as your shadow, because he isn't going anywhere.

Gives the most firm and aggressive kiss. It feels just like him.

"It is not wise to love a Horsemen; But if you'll have me, I promise I will never leave your side."

✦ Death ✦

For Death, it's a slow crawl. A slow crawl that he feels agonizingly creeping up on him as time passes, no matter how much he tries to push it down deep enough inside himself where he can forget about it.

Its an emotion with a creeping dread to it to him, as he fears the longer he lets it go on, the worse it'll be for him when he has to inevitably run from it. Or you, is his excuse. He tries to put the burden of being in love an emotion coming from you to him, and not the other way around as well. It makes it easier for him to just de-tatch himself from it, or at least try to.

But when he can't, or more so realizes he doesn't want to, he accepts that you're just a part of his heart now.

It a way it sort of, unnerves him. He doesn't like having someone so close to him. Not because he doesn't enjoy it, anything but he'd die without you being right next to him, but his mind sometimes rolls through every terrible scenario. A bad habit.

He doesn't really say anything about being in love with you however, it's just a silent upgrade in your relationship. He sits closer, touches you more; Is far gentler. His hand goes to your waist instead of your shoulder, he'll call you by your name more, or even something more personal as time passes. If you don't want him, he knows you'll push him away.

"Come here and sit down, before you go running off again."

✦ Fury ✦

Fury realizes a decent while into knowing you.

She shrugs most of the small hints that she might be falling in love on simply enjoying your company more than most, or perhaps just enjoying the company of a person besides her fellow Horsemen; And various demons and angels. None of them exactly make invigorating company, at least the ladder, so she's pleased Humans despite their nature are surprisingly pleasant company.

Far better than that Watcher, at least...

But Fury's heavily defensive of making sure she doesn't show any sort of weakness, so she confesses far less overtly than someone like say Strife. Being unwaverable and confident is a part of her horrible self defense strategy, one that's hard to break.

Though once she does, that confidence definitely translates in the opposite direction. She's not afraid to woo you once she knows there's no chance of her feelings (no one can tell her she has them though or she'll get angry) being dropped off a cliff with your rejection.

"Don't look at me like that, I'm not g- Fine. I love you. Now are you done looking at me like that? It's not fair."

✦ Strife ✦ DONE

Strife falls hard. And fast.

So few people have shown him kindness in his long and awful life, he's infatuated when you show him so much of it. He swears the first day he met you he fell in love and just didn't realize it; But he'll never admit this thought.

However his desperate desire to be seen and be loved conflicts with his inner turmoil about his past and current sins, and it eats away at him until he doubts that he's even worthy of being near you, let alone loving you.

He's been of the mind that an ex-cutthroat isn't one that you should be around at all, let alone making your lover. You're his little human, he wants to keep you safe and after awhile, he sees himself as part of the things you should be kept safe from.

At the climax of it, Strife vanishes. You don't see him for days, until one day he comes rushing to you like a bat out of hell, more than likely waking you up in the middle of the night.

He'd had the frightening realization that his heart would just shatter if he didn't see you again, and if he didn't just let all this out.

He tries to spend next hour verbal vomiting every single thought he's had about being in love since meeting you, until you just shut him up and kiss him.

"I ain't going anywhere. You're stuck with me now, you hear?"

[kit-williams]

Sentience Husbandry Black Templars Thoughts plus more about Brother Arnault

ya'll want unhinged ramblings about Black Templars in Sentience?

And plus Black Templars are such an INTENSE chapter I feel the need to go over how they handle bonds as well as talk about Arnault and Roland.

@sleepyfan-blog and I had a small chat about Black Templars and I decided to share some of it.

@egrets-not-regrets @liar-anubiass-blog @barn-anon @bleedingichorhearts @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

If these sort of deep dives into chapter specific behaviors helps feel free to ask me for another

So I will first of all say it will probably take the Astartes awhile to figure out where they are when they first get here. Given how stars will (from my understanding) will shift in 30 and 40 thousand years respectively.

Sure they will look up into the night sky and see the utterly beautiful sight of the milkyway's arms... they all have probably seen it. But then they get a hold of some maps of the milkyway and when they ask where they are in relation of course the human will be helpful and point to where we are... right. at. holy TERRA.

When more powerful telescopes are made and the Astartes... borrow the facilities they do in fact check the eye of terror (because a lot of them are "oh god who is going to stop the demons from coming out) and they are very surprised it's not there (and wont be for awhile because the Eldar haven't fucked up yet)((HEHEHEHEHE Puns)) so that is how they are able to provide evidence to new arrivals that "yes this is ancient terra"

Every. Single. Astartes. Is. N O R M A L about this. (No no they are not. Know who is SUPER normal about this? Every single Imperial Fist and successor) So when they find out they are on Ancient Terra this is when a large number of resistant loyalist space marines actually accept their bonds and when a LARGE number of Imperial Fists integrate (a small play on the Last Wall Protocol)

However Black Templars do not wish to bond. Black Templars are not human killers but they literally seem to only have two bond types... weak or intense and while some might try to sever a weak bond with killing their human Black Templars are sons of Dorn and have a sacred duty to protect Terra and her people. However, Black Templars see bonds as very warp related (deny the witch and all) and do their best to break bonds.

For brothers with weak bonds this is easy as the "warband" (basically nomadic groups of Astartes are just called a warband though the Black Templars are trying to get their called a crusade) will travel a couple hundred miles away/get the battle brother away. At some point the bond snaps and he feels the minor backlash which is just sweating and some anxiety for a bit but usually its all very calm.

However intense bonds do not break as Arnault and his brothers discovered. But first a bit about Arnault.

Arnault is the Black Templar author from this. Arnault is from M40 and by the time he died he became an Emperor's Champion (as that resulted in the end of his life). Arnault has ice blue eyes and striking white hair. Arnault is a renown duelist amongst his brothers and later brothers know of techniques that he had utilized. He has his sword always by his side even in civilian clothing it is wrapped around his waist with a chain that he can easily wrap it around his arm. Arnault like many other Black Templars rejected the concept of a bond, he had a few weak bonds before his current bond and of course broke them...

Bonds are precious things don't you know...

Arnault got struck by an intense bond and simply walking away wasn't helping... in fact it was killing him. The further away he got the more he deteroriated violent fits of vomiting... tremors... sweating... basically he was being punished for rejecting his bonds. But because his later brothers knew he was destined to become an Emperor's champion they couldn't let him die; which is what the fear was if they didn't bring him back... to what he would call his angel. (Funny enough her name is Angela)

Arnault was not an author before he met his bonded. In fact the only reason he started writing and eventually (under a pseudoname) published his first series called "of the flesh" (there are 4 books Sins, Desires, Healing, and Redemption) ((This is the series written about a human and a CSM)) he started writing to try and process his feelings for Angela. As because he tried to break his bond with her... when he was reunited the bond violently "snapped" or solidified into a very intense bond (also into a carnal bond). Before his first series he wrote a novella and some reason got it published and it was VERY popular.

He felt initially disgusted with himself for writing and sharing his writings. The publishers that he works with are Astartes and one is a Dark Angel so they keep his secret very tightly of who their prized author is. But Arnault eventually would start his "- of the Flesh" series writing it twice basically as one would be for mortal readers (this is the "edited" version) and the other would be for Astartes.

SIDE NOTE on smut written for Astartes. Besides it being written in gothic it is written very differently. There are a lot of scenes that when translated sound completely unappealing... example like describing the mortal in what we would think would be unflattering terms like how their scent is... near medical text descriptors of their skeletal structure... using chemical formulas to describe scents and tastes... it reads very clinical at times. Which I see as being far more... stimulating for them because Space Marines interact with the world very differently... because saying that their mortal's lips had a sweetness akin to C12H22O11 does something to them than simply saying Sugar.

Back to Arnault... eventually when he actually got comfortable enough to admit his feelings for his bonded is when the guilt went away and he started another romance "series" (loosely related novellas) involving a Black Templar and a mortal. Somehow someone found out that the prolific lurid author was a black templar and told the higher ranking Black Templars that it was Arnault.

Arnault and Roland were already social outcasts because they had embraced their bonds. Roland's other sin was that he also had sex with his bonded. Arnault's additional "sin" is that he writes tawdry Slaanshi novellas (which would be a death sentence for any Brother normally) HOWEVER because Arnault hasn't become the Emperor's champion yet and for later Black Templars he still does become the champion they argue that Arnault clearly makes up for his sins if the Emperor still chooses him to be his champion.

So Arnault might have accidentally caused some conflict amongst the several different warbands. (His and Roland's standing is vastly different depending on which warband you ask) And that for the sake of other lower ranked brothers who look up to Arnault's eventual sacrifice for the Emperor to not tarnish that image they have of him they keep it under wraps and simply say because he embraced his bond in an impure way he is a social outcast.

Which is how amongst the majority of the Black Templars Roland and Arnault are simply known for their sins of not being able to break free of the warp bond and also human fucking (serious crimes). Arnault is pissed that someone tried to get him executed and declared a traitor but what he does is a secret between him and the heads of the black templar warbands at this point. (That lovely Dark Angel at the publishing house helped in finding the traitor marine that tried to get Arnault killed and everyone had a great time.) ((except for the traitor))

So what are Black Templars in Intense bonds like? Like most other space marines in intense bonds. Again it doesn't have to be a carnal bond (aka the sex bond) but for black templars they basically love their human in a same way as they love the Emperor of Mankind. (Some say that a Black Templar bond is akin to an intense Word Bearer bond) There is no in between for them it's either a weak bond (which they go about breaking) or an intense bond.

They are doting towards their human but the real change comes from how they are willing to interact with Traitors and Renegade marines if their human is willing to (Oh they are more than happy if their human doesn't like the filthy traitors also!).

[littlemissmanga]

The Bad Batch Finale - Thoughts and Thanks

Before I get into spoiler territory, I want to say the most sincere "thank you" I've ever mustered to this fandom.

I've been in fan spaces before, going back almost 15 years - most of that on Tumblr, to boot. I've been in inactive fandoms, small fandoms, big fandoms and "we're watching new episodes together in real time" fandoms ...

And none of them have ever given this sense of community and support. Ever.

There really is something special about The Clone Wars/Bad Batch fans, even within the Prequel lovers or Star Wars fans in general that breeds this kind of sentiment. It's truly unique and I found it at a time in my life when I was the most isolated physically from my support network and struggling to make new friends and connections IRL.

I cannot express in words just how much you all saved me with your validation and support.

The Shades of Blue series was the first fanfic I actually felt comfortable leaving a comment for on Tumblr, and the amazing @the-rain-on-kamino's kind and loving reaction gave me the courage to start writing fanfiction again. Not only that, but actually sharing it for the first time in years.

And after that, everyone else came in one at a time. From @deejadabbles and @sev-on-kamino's delightful, rabid and enabling reactions to my unhinged thots, to @wings-and-beskar supporting my unhealthy Wrecker obsession, to @l-lend being an absolute example of how to engage and interact in fan spaces to make room for everyone, to @wild-karrde, our bastion of supportive engagement and creative celebration (and a kickass writer in her own right) ... you all helped me come out of my shell in ways I can't express in words besides thank you.

@dystopicjumpsuit, @freesia-writes. @anxiouspineapple99, @dickarchivist, @wizardofrozz @523rdrebel

@starrylothcat @starqueensthings @the-bad-batch-baroness @multi-fan-dom-madnessand @moonlightwarriorqueen

You all have listened to my rambles, thoughts, and vent sessions - whether about fandom stuff or not - and I hope I've been able to return a fraction of that support.

@daimyosprincess, girl you get a whole special shoutout for the levels of depravity you encourage my thots to get to :D

And there are so many more!! People I may not talk to frequently (cause sending DMs gives me anxiety), but I see you commenting, liking, reblogging when I post and posting your own amazing writing or art for me to moon over.

@cyarbika, @madameminor, @spacemagicandlaserswords @merkitty49 @vodika-vibes

@kimiheartblade @nika6q @arcsimper5

@soaringthroughthegalaxy @sunshinesdaydream @sinfulsalutations and so so many more.

THANK YOU ALL FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART

I'll still be around simping after our favorite clones. I hope you'll keep joining me.

Now, on to the spoilers!

I have to say overall, I like this conclusion. It's the happy ending we wanted, but if feels earned. I love that the boys got to grow old in peace with Omega. I love that their dedication to one another is reaffirmed and upheld as the strength it is, rather than - as Hemlock saw it - a weakness to exploit. And I loved that last little scene. It felt like a fanfic and I say that lovingly. It felt like the writers and animators put together the fic we all know would have happened if they left the ending on that fadeout of the Batch next to the tree on Pabu. And that felt like a kiss on the forehead as a fan.

Now here's what I didn't like.

I didn't like that they clearly rushed the end. Pacing wise, there were so many moments that were slowed down so you can feel the emotional impact ... but the editing of the scenes around them made this slower pace a mistake to me.

Like when Echo and Omega are sending Emerie and the kids away ... they all hug and take time to talk about their plan. BUT YOU DON'T HAVE TIME. We know Hemlock has the others. We know Tarkin is on his way. YOU DO NOT HAVE TIME FOR THIS SCENE TO HAPPEN HERE and Echo of all people would be on that, moving everyone along as he is trained to do. It feels artificial because we go from high intensity and fast paced to slow and dragging when nothing from the fast paced scene had been resolved. I think this could have been different if the scene with the kids in the hanger came before the Batch gets in to the hanger and knocked out. It would be a break from the fast pace of the Zillo escape, but without the immediate urgency of a rescue weighing over them (and us! I was having heart palpitations!). It also would then match the tone and sentiment of the scene between Hunter, Wrecker and Crosshair in the woods ("Omega needs all of us.").

These pacing issues are editing issues, and I think we're really seeing how post-production was truncated to get this out on time (or possible pre-production and storyboarding was truncated). I hate that production studios are making this practice more common to cut costs. We will wait longer for better quality storytelling.

My final example of this is Crosshair's story resolution. It doesn't happen. He still thinks he deserves to die on Tantiss (the sentiment from S3 Ep1) and even though Hunter and Wrecker tell him otherwise, we don't know if he internalizes that. And his climax is about trusting Omega to know what to do to take the shot. But Crosshair has (in this season) shown he always trusts Omega. It would have been better if his hand was still shaking and Hunter said "Omega trusts you. You'll make this shot." so that the external conflict for Crosshair is resolved by resolving his internal conflict and trusting himself as his family does. And it would leave Hunter's climax the same - trusting Omega as an competent member of the team.

It just feels rushed. Or like an abstract painting that almost looks like a real object, but just a little blurry. They almost stuck a perfect landing, but just missed the mark a bit.

I also hate how this means Wrecker gets fuck all resolution. The entire last episode was a really intriguing challenge for him. He knows Cross is off his game and Hunter is getting desperate and reckless again ... just as he is almost entirely knocked out of the fight from an injury. Him, the strong one. That should have been a great moment of growth for him. That he doesn't keep going because he always can -- which is very much how he comes across in TCW S7 and TBB S1 -- but that he actively makes himself the strong one, the supportive one, because that's what his family needs.

But no, we didn't get that. We didn't get any insight into Wrecker at all, despite him being the one to free his brothers enough for them to save Omega (and he saved Echo, too!). And then he doesn't speak again, though we see how banged up he is. I get it was less of a focus throughout the series, but man they didn't need to sideline my husband like that.

And finally, Tech.

Look, I may be delulu, but contextually, there was plenty of evidence that CX-2 was Tech. From speech and mannerisms to his blatant disregard for orders, to the seemingly personal level he took his missions.

But it's more than that - why show us this big tense moment of him breaking onto Phee's ship, which the focus being on Phee sensing him near? Why not just have that in the dialog with Hemlock the way Cid's confession was? That would have saved so much time that could have been put elsewhere. Why have such a focus on him in the marketing?

I'm not mad that Tech is dead. Let me make that clear. The showrunners said from the start they killed Tech to prove there are real, lasting consequences to characters' decisions. And I can respect that. And I can understand and appreciate the interpretation that CX-2 wasn't meant to rep Tech, but rather what the Empire can turn clones into, a threat to them all not just in the danger CX-2 poses, but the danger if they get caught.

And that's fair ... but then it could (and should have) been any and every CX trooper to fit that bill. There was no need to waste time and attention on one in particular.

And to be, that also ignores the clear wall of contextual and subtextual evidence that a reveal was planned. The posters are a great example.

Here is the Batch in the final poster:

And here is CX-2

He's standing at Crosshair's right, just out of frame. The lighting matches and he's even looking up to the right just like the rest of his brothers. The line of light cutting his left side even matches the one cutting above Crosshair's right side.

All the other posters showing Bad Batch adversaries has them lit more darkly or in shadow and has unique posing and positioning that do not reflect our heroes.

Why are we styling a brainwashed clone like one of the Batchers artistically? That's a weird choice.

I think the some big wigs wanted him back and others didn't want to water down the impact of his death and we're seeing that confusion and conflict on screen, when we really shouldn't. IDK if Disney was pushing it or the showrunners but either way, going halfsies and changing your mind (and impacting the resolutions we got because of it) is not a good look, especially from a studio like Disney/Lucasfilm. I'm not blaming Dave or Jen wholly, but we the audience should never be able to see the writer's room when we watch, and that's all I was able to see with this.

(My own husband was like "we are supposed to think that's Tech, right?" and he's not really a Bad Batch fan, he just indulges me.)

Alright, that's all I got. I'm happy with how my comfort show ended, I'll write fanfic to cover the pieces I don't agree with personally, and I'll remain ever grateful and supportive of the community who gave me this most precious gift.

I love you all.

And may the force be with you.

[kinardsevan]

15. What’s the weirdest fandom you’ve written for?

23. Do you prefer prompts and challenges or completely independent ideas?

35. Ramble about any fic-related thing you want!

15. Honestly, I haven't written for anything "technically" weird. But from a sociological/morality standpoint, probably Ezria. Given how problematic they are as a ship these days, and the fact that we continue to see support for them from Marlene King, Lucy Hale, and Ian Harding... there's a lot I could say on that, but yeah, from the standpoint of what's acceptable today (and the ways in which it groomed an entire generation), Ezria for sure.

23. It really depends on my mood. Sometimes I need a prompt or challenge to get going, but honestly, so many of my ideas are birthed out of just pure off-shoots of either the show or (honestly most often 🤣🤣🤣) music. I cannot tell you how many times I will be driving around listening to music and just get an idea. My ellipsus certainly could though.

35. Ummmmmm.... again, my ellipsus has so many secrets from yall right now. 🤣 only those who are lucky enough (so basically @bangpop91 have access to my most unhinged ideas, but they might make it on here eventually. Tell me, though, should I post this:

Evan wants to open his eyes and tell her no. They all know that this isn't anything other than death coming calling, even if it seems the grim reaper got a little lost inside their bedroom this morning. But his body is too weak and he's already spent so much energy just getting everyone else here.

[cluelessmoose]

How about All Downhill from Here?

All Downhill from Here-

Four centric~ He experiences fun(damentally miserable) times with snowy hills

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“-ur! Four you have to move-”

Wild’s voice pierced louder than all the rest, a scream shrill enough to slice through the snowstorm and jab the words like knives into Four’s throbbing skull. “SHIELD! GET ON A SHIELD!” 

Four -GreenRedamuddyblurofthemall- gasped, tumbling helplessly, every weakening grab for the shield knocked askew as the ringing in his ears grew louder. Something struck his head, sending the world whiting out, and his body jolted, tugged about, a senseless cacophony of roaring snow and metallic buzzing and his own panting breaths, echoing oddly. His skin tingled in the freezing air, head lolling as the roar quietened and the ambient sounds became slowly clearer, a soft keen escaping his lips as everything tipped and the dizziness returned. 

Then, through the loud, jumbled confusion of the Colors, a voice came into focus, speaking quickly and quietly. “-okay, I got you, Four. We’re going to be alright.” That was… Twilight, he slowly parsed, groaning as they lurched and his head lolled where it was drooped bonelessly over… an arm, the hands clutching him to Twi’s chest tightening.

“Don’t move, Four, I’m not- holy shit that was close- as ahaha-” and that sounded a little unhinged Blue-Vio-urk noted blearily “-good at this as Wild is,” Twilight rambled, something very nervous and very strained in his voice, the sound of grinding continuing. Four’s ear flicked at the annoying sound, the motion lost in the cold shuddering of his frame, wind nipping relentlessly through his thin clothes. 

“Cn’t st-stop shivering,” Four managed quietly, all too happy not to move otherwise as everything spun and spun and spun-

‘-our? Four?” Twilight sounded distinctly panicked now, and the taller hero shook him slightly, drawing a weak moan as the jostling kept him from the quiet, dark stillness. “Sorry, sorry, but no, no Four open your eyes, tell me what you see,” Twilight coaxed, as if Four couldn’t, even in his current state, pick out the rampant worry in his voice. 

‘S dark,” he murmured wearily, head lolling back and forth as they… swerved?. “Colors… bleeding ‘tghtr.” 

“You’re bleeding?” Twi’s voice sharpened, commanding now. “Four, no, open your eyes!” 

He- oh, yes, hm. Four slitted his eyes open, giving a soft hum at the just… whiteness there. A slow blink did nothing but add further pale shades. “S white,” he slurred, unimpressed. Twilight spoke again, too quickly this time for Four to understand the words as anything more than a lilting rise and fall of tonality, and he continued to stare as their surroundings became clearer, exposing a strange, alien landscape. Great icy pillars held aloft a sheet of frozen snow far above, the pale sky and growing blizzard visible through holes in the roof, openings marked by the thick fall of snowflakes whirling wildly beneath them. There was visibility down here, even if everything was white on pale on ice glazed stone. 

They were moving fast, and Twi wasn’t running-

“What- wait, what?” Four twitched, head twisting, only for Twilight to clutch him tighter as they both wobbled on the shield he was surfing down with Four in his arms holy shit-

He immediately grasped Twi’s shirt, curling in tighter, adrenaline spiking as pillars flashed past that would very much kill or maim them if they crashed, and then the word avalanche filtered through the panic and color-ridden whirl of his thoughts and that was even worse-

It had a very different feel to it then when Wild had first shown them down a gentle grassy slope, Four thought hysterically. Between the hiss of the shield on the ice and his own wavering hearing it was impossible to tell if the rumbling roar was only echoing off the snowy bilayer or if it was right behind them or if it was only his body trying to pass out once more. He was too afraid to crane around for fear he’d unbalance Twilight, who thankfully seemed to be better at out-shield surfing an avalanche down an icy obstacle ridden slope than Four certainly would have been. 

He’s pretty sure he’d be hylian mush somewhere back under the avalanche, actually. 

But Four was very used to ignoring reminders of his own mortality, and it was all too easy to let the fear slip away into the gentle fog permeating his mind, the Colors still a water-whorled blur within him even after a few faints, thoughts slippery and sluggish as molasses. “Okay,” he whispered shakily, lifting his heavy-weighted head and tucking it into Twi’s chest, light-headed and sick. He could trust the Ranchhand to keep them both alive, no matter how it itched that he was so useless. 

“I’ve got you, Smithy. I think we’re good, but I’m gonna keep going just to be safe-”

Four listened to Twi’s rambling assurances, shivering viciously with no way to get anything warmer on. Then all at once they passed under open sky once more, blinded by the snowstorm as the icy cover was left behind, any trace of the avalanche’s thundering lost all at once to the screaming wind. Four couldn’t see anything but white before he shielded his face in Twi’s shirt but the shield was still zipping along, spinning them once more as the ground dipped, his head going light as the inertia sent his equilibrium wobbling. 

The shield rocked violently beneath them, Twilight tensing up and leaning hard to stay atop it but next moment there was a slight jolt and a yelped curse. 

A distinct sense of being airborne, Twi curling around him. 

They hit rock hard ice and skidded along it, rolling and being ripped apart from one another, and then- free fall once more, Four’s lungs too frozen for a proper scream, and-

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It was cold. Four’s body was all but convulsing as shudders wracked its freezing form, pulling him back to consciousness. He let out a soft sound of pain, so cold it hurt, trying to draw up the memory of what had happened- a portal, then… a landslide? No, Vio pushed, Blue-muddled and blearily pissed, an avalanche, and Twi had managed to shield surf them down the mountain and then… 

And then crashed? Gone over a ledge? Something sudden, Four knew that much, but the whole unbelievable scene was almost dreamlike, all a pale, confused blur. 

There was a whirl of panic in his mind, a sluggish consensus that he should really, really change into something warmer now. He unfurled in the snow slowly, getting a general bruised feedback from his body but too bitterly cold for anything more specific. He dragged his bag open with his teeth, layering the winter clothes over his tunic and leggings, pulling on a hat and gritting his teeth as he tugged off the pegasus boots to replace them with another layer of woolen socks and proper winter boots- gloves topped off the whole set, precautionary gear they’d all taken to carrying considering how seasons swapped between worlds. 

He couldn’t remember whose idea that had been, but he owed them a hug after all this was over with. 

Feeling warmer already, Four huddled into his knees once more, still shivering and sick from the portal, head spinning and thoughts a mess as the Colors tried to settle back in from the blender that was cross-dimensional travel. Then all at once the background wrongness finally focused in on the reason his sluggish mind had been grasping after since he’d woken up still in his light clothes, alone. 

Where was Twilight?

He dragged his head up to scope around, trying to force his fogged brain to work properly. All Four could currently make out was some rocks nearby and what looked to be a tundra, going by the plants poking through the snow and how flat it was past view. Still, he patted and kicked around him, just in case, heart sticking worriedly in his throat as no Twilight showed up in the heavy, wet snow nearby. Four squinted around, trying to gauge where he’d come from and where Twilight could have landed, getting up and wading determinedly through the deep snow at the foot of the cliff he’d fallen off towards what he thought to be farther uphill where they’d been separated while falling. He was a hair wobbly, the path behind him marked with multiplied body prints in the snow where he’d toppled over, and… 

Oh, damn.

Four looked around, hugging himself for warmth, absolutely lost for where he was in relation to where he’d woken in the snow and with no idea when he’d managed to get onto the tundra. He thought, maybe, those were boulders through the pale wreath of whirling snow, and was staggering his way over in hopes of finding the foothills again when he heard it-a howl, barely discernible from the wind, lilting through the air. It must be close, with how clear it was despite the snowfall was muffling things, and Four tried to call back, heart leaping at the thought of Twilight, of help when he so needed it, of Wolfie and any additional warmth. His voice broke in the cold, though, and he whistled instead, shrill and tremulous. There was another call, longer, and Four answered back, waiting. A few minutes passed before Twilight called out again for a pinpointing whistle, then-

Nothing. Four whistled again, gasping desperately as he stood uselessly watching the snow whirl around him, leaning on the rock to remain upright. His head was spinning again from overexerting himself while still suffering from the damned portal, balance completely shot, grappling for Red’s optimism instead of Vio’s knowledge of hypothermia and only running himself in whirling circles as he tried and failed to struggle through the baseless confusion miring his thoughts. A plan, he needed a plan, but trying to look at the facts was useless when they were meaningless to him right now, and Four was left standing helplessly, knowing he was rather screwed and utterly unable to wrangle himself together enough to figure out what to do about it but stand there, lost enough to feel tears burning behind his eyes. 

He had to find Twilight, who must have been injured to not have come to him right away, who could be passed out right now by his silence. He had to… do something, anything but get more lost or just sit and wait when Twi could need help. There was nothing wrong with him but his own brain being stupid and slow and useless, and he couldn’t wait for it to clear on its own like he usually did after the accursed portals messed badly with him. 

It… wasn’t the first time Four had been helplessly furious at his unlucky incompatibility with their only means of moving between worlds. 

He hauled himself up, driving forwards and whistling again desperately, determined to push his body until it gave out rather than sit and wait. He could rest when he passed out.   

But then, not too long before it would have come to that, a familiar silhouette blurred into view against all the white, head low and searching, trotting through the snow. Four shouted, waving his arms as he fell forward, scrambling for Wolfie. “Twilight! Over here!” Ears perked his way, the snow clumped figure running for him, a bark just legible through the storm. Four laughed, falling to his knees and then forward onto his hands, all but sobbing with relief, feeling about ready to faint now that the panic that had been all that was keeping his portal-wracked body up and moving was draining all at once for weak-limbed relief. 

There was an unhappy growl, and Four tried and failed to drag his head up, just this close to collapsing. “I’ll be alright, I jusneedamomen’-”

A too tight grip on his shoulder, padded by his coat, hauling him forward and onto his knees in a harsh tug that snapped him back to dizzying awareness. “Hey,” he protested weakly, flailing his arms out to shove Twi away, vision refusing to focus past a blur. “‘M not doing so hot, gimme a min…”

He blinked heavily, not quite putting together why Wolfie’s eyes were gold or where the markings had gone on fur that was a washed out gray, not the mossy slate he’d expected- 

The biting grip on his shoulder suddenly clamped down, teeth piercing skin and bones sending warning signs as the pressure grew to crushing levels, Four shrieking and flailing blindly in startled agony, still not understanding why Twi would- 

Wolfie shook him viciously, and at some point between the first and third head rattling snap of his body Four lost his tenuous grip on consciousness, still grasping for an answer.