#i just have this GIGANTIC GUT FEELING that this is how it happened

[cocogum]

Sipho seemed to have really liked her in season 4 😀😀😀

But the real question is, if the Elante was supposed to be the last of her kind even back in the Wakfu Era, then how the fuck did she get pregnant??? What, does her species reproduce by cell division?????????

[mariswxt]

kindred

“DON’T STAY AWAKE FOR TOO LONG, DON’T GO TO BED”

A/N: a little angst piece cause I felt like it, heavily inspired by Carry On but it happens before so tEcHnIcAlLy Carry On is inspired by this :)

God, Dean should have never taken his eye off the ball, the ball being you. Sure, you were such a damn good hunter — one of the best he’d ever seen — but even the best had their drawbacks, even the best had their moments, even those moments couldn’t be afforded. You and Dean had been casing a possible group of vampires in Houston while Sam hunted a werewolf down in Wichita, and you two determined that it could only be a few. You could take ‘em, you were good enough.

Wrong.

It was a whole nest, a whole ass nest, which you two had been able to mostly clear with some machetes and bullets laced with dead man’s blood. Until one son of a bitch had snuck up behind you when Dean thought the worst was over and shoved a thin wooden stake right through your stomach and yanked it back out

How fucking ironic.

Dean couldn’t hear the yell of your name that left his mouth as you crumpled to the floor, couldn’t feel when his hand holding the machete lashed out and took the thing out, dropping to his knees in front of you as you propped yourself against a wall.

“Hey, hey, sweetheart.” His voice was frantic, looking at the gigantic fucking hole in your stomach that was leaking hot blood— shit, shit. “Keep your eyes open, yeah? Don’t take ‘em off me, don’t you dare. You’re fine, you’re—” He had to cut himself off before his voice broke into a million pieces. His heart was racing, head spinning, hands frantically taking off his flannel to press against your stomach to stem the blood flow— you were a fighter, right? You fought everything, you never backed down, you wouldn’t this time, right?

“Dean,” You rasped out, in shock, looking down at the gash that was in your stomach, then back at him. “Dean.” It was like you were a broken record in your head, your head lolling forward, to which his hands flew up to keep your head up. Your body was fighting, he could see it in your eyes. “D—Dean.”

Your voice was strangled, and that was one of the worst sounds he’d ever heard in his life. Hearing it hurt his heart almost as much as seeing the wound did. You were pale, clammy — you were bleeding.

“Eyes on me,” Dean repeated, holding your face tighter in his hands, his eyes flitting to the wound every other two seconds. “Eyes on me, princess, c’mon, stay with me. Please.”

The panic was clear as hell in his eyes, like a storm tearing through a calm night. The sight of all that blood, your blood, staining your clothes and the ground beneath you tore his heart open and just left him raw.

He gently kept your head in place, not letting you slump, not letting you give up. “Stay with me. No falling asleep, sweetheart. Stay awake.” Just keep your eyes open, keep looking at him. He needed to see the light in your eyes.

You could feel it. You could, the pain stabbed through your stomach, making you let out a sort of strangled cry, breathing heavily. “I’m not— I’m not ok, am I?” You couldn’t even recognise your own voice, it was hoarse, it was raspy. Oh, God, oh, God.

The cry punched Dean in the gut, and he held back an almost strangled sound from himself, the way your voice was so quiet and broken making his heart shatter. He didn’t answer your question, because if he knew you weren’t ok, he’d lose it. He’d go insane with worry.

He shook his head, refusing to believe it, refusing to accept it— you were fine, goddamn it, you were gonna fight. “It’s gonna be ok. You’re gonna be fine.” He repeated those words like a mantra, both for your benefit and his.

“I can’t— just tell me.” You begged, your eyelashes fluttering, but you kept them open, wanting to hear it. “Tell me you’ll be ok, Dean, please.” You reached for his hand on your cheek, gripping it. “You an’ I both know I ain’t makin’— makin’ it outta here.”

“Stop it. Stop it.” Dean’s voice was a broken whisper, his chest heaving. He couldn’t lose you, he would not. “You’re gonna be fine. You’re gonna be fine because I won’t let you die on me, do you understand?”

He wanted to break, he wanted to scream at the world, he wanted to cry and sob. But if he did, he’d fall apart. You needed him to stay strong, to keep you alive.

“Then tell me something good.” You whispered, hot tears rolling down your grimed cheeks, eyes becoming more vacant by the second and he saw it. “Tell me something good, talk t’ me.”

Talking, he could do that — talking was a distraction, yeah, distraction for the both of you. What was something good, though? What could he say to you that would be any reassurance when you were literally bleeding out in his arms?

“You know what’s good?” He spoke, his voice strained but still a little gruff. “You are. You’re so goddamn good. And when we get out of here— because we will get out of here, got it — I am gonna tell you that every day.”

You grinned weakly, losing control over your breathing, gripping his hand as fear struck through in the form of pain in your lower abdomen. “I love you.” You blurted, laughing a little in relief — a weak, barely there laugh — that you’d finally said it. You finally did it. “Never told you that, but god, I’m crazy for you, Dean. Just— just remember that.”

For once in his life, his heart soared and plummeted at the same time. You were saying this now? You had to say it now? Not when you were safe, when he could celebrate getting your love and devotion in words and actions.

“You’re a goddamn idiot, you know that?” The scoff he let out sounded wrecked, but his thumb was a gentle caress against your face, trying to sooth you, wipe away the tears. “Why say it now?”

“You know I don’t know how feelings work.” You scoffed, unable to stop a watery laugh, blood trickling from the corner of your mouth as you coughed, some more dribbling down. “But I’m glad I— that I said it. You love me back, right? You…” You looked to him for some confirmation. Any at all.

He ached at the sound of that laugh, and he almost winced at the sight of the blood dribbling from your mouth. You were losing it too fast for his liking, but you were staying awake, and that was something he wanted to cling to.

“Of course I fucking love you back.” The admission was instant, like he had no time to be coy or hide it. Hell, what was the point of hiding anything at this rate? “Been crazy about your stubborn, beautiful ass for years. Thought it was plain to see, sweetheart.”

“Do I have to remind you that I ain’t a psychic?” You coughed again, gripping his hand tight, eyes dropping to his lips. “C’mere. Please, c’mere, Dean. Just— I’m losin’ it fast, don’t leave me hangin’.”

“Not leaving you, sweetheart.” He assured you, his voice quiet as he gently lifted you and manoeuvred you so you were laying properly in his arms. All the while, one hand kept firm and hard against your stomach, while the other gently touched your face, the curve of your cheek, your hair — anything he could get his hands on.

He leaned down and pressed his lips against yours, trying not to think about how much his heart was screaming at the idea of losing you.

Your hand left his, cupping his own cheek, even if you knew you tasted copper and he probably could too. The kiss was simple, sweet, slightly desperate and one hell of a goodbye, not wanting to let it go, salt from your tears staining your lips as well.

The taste of your tears and your blood was something he didn’t want on his tongue, not one damn bit. It felt like a goodbye, like you were giving up, and he couldn’t have that. You were too damn good to give up, too good for him to say goodbye to.

“Please.” He mumbled against your lips, desperately kissing you, like they could keep you here, like a kiss from him would keep you alive.

“I don’t wanna go.” You whispered, losing grip fast, desperately holding on to talk to him. “Just— just don’t blame yourself, ok? It was my— my dumbass that got us here. Ok? So— so just tell me it’s ok, tell me you’ll be ok.”

“I don’t blame ya, god, I don’t." He didn’t even stop to think, he didn’t know how he’d keep going in a world without you. “Stop taking responsibility, you stupid—“

He cut himself off, hating how you were trying to act like your own death wouldn’t shatter him. All he wanted was to be able to fix this — fix you — and keep you alive.

He grabbed your hand and pressed it to his chest, wanting you to feel his heart, feeling your hand curl into his undershirt.

“Dean, please, tell me I can go.” You begged, feeling the tears fully roll down your face now, giving him a brave smile. “Tell me it’s ok, please, I can’t— I can’t hold on anymore.”

He didn’t want you to go, he couldn’t let you go, but he could see it in your eyes that your grip on the world was slipping. You were so damn brave, but he was selfish, he would do anything to keep you here, even just for a second longer.

“Go where?” He knew what you meant, but he wanted to hear it one more time, he wanted a few more seconds hearing your voice. “Please, sweetheart, fight for me.”

“I love you.” You murmured, voice weak, low, head tipping forward so your forehead rested against his cheek. “I love you… I can’t…” Your breathing was slowing, grip loosening on his hand. “Tell… me.” He had to, right? He had to say it’s ok.

“Don’t you dare.” He hated the weakening tone in your voice, the way your hand slackened; hated how you were making your peace because that wasn’t allowed, not now.

He wanted to stay strong. He didn’t want to break, but hearing your voice like that, so weak and soft, broke something in his chest. Dean pulled you as close as possible, burying his face into the crook of your neck, letting the first sob free from his throat.

He gave in. “Course it’s ok. I’ll be ok, sweet girl, I’ll be ok.”

He felt you let out a breath, but you didn’t take in another one. Your head fell limp against his shoulder, but you didn’t pick it back up. Your hand released his shirt, slid down like it was weighted and never got back up.

Your eyelashes fluttered, closed, but you didn’t open them again.

His whole damn world stopped. He had felt everything, even heard the moment your breath left you, and then nothing. Every good thing, every sweet moment, every stupid laugh and smile and sarcastic comment — it all just stopped.

Dean sat there for a long moment, refusing to believe it, refusing to believe you were gone. He gently laid you as best he could, not letting go as he put his fingers against your throat, trying to find your pulse.

There was nothing, he found nothing, just your cheeks paling, head limply falling sideways, lips parted — stained with blood — one final tear rolling down your cheek.

You were cold.

“No. No.” He couldn’t stop himself from pulling you back into his lap, cradling you to his chest like a broken doll. He wanted to scream, he wanted to cry, he wanted to tear apart the world and everyone in it for letting this happen.

He let out a wretched sob, burying his face into your hair, wanting to feel you just one more time, praying to a god he was never sure existed to bring you, his pretty girl, back to him.

“Come back.” He whispered, his voice cracking, begging. “Please, please, come back to me, just breathe again, give me something— anything.”

He gently gripped your chin, lifting your head up so he could see your face one more time, ignoring the fact that you were so damn still. Just a breath, that’s all he needed, just one damn sign you were still with him, even if it was just for a few seconds.

“I’ll do anything.” He choked out, pressing messy kisses to your face and hair, not caring about the blood — he’d never care less about it, he’d take every damn drop you had left in you. “Sweetheart, just open your eyes, just move for me, please?”

Nothing.

“Please?”

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[elexaria]

living with ghoap was nice. two big burly fellas to keep you company, to reach the top shelves in the kitchen for you, to absolutely plough you into the mattress when you couldnt itch your own scratch for once. they were good lads.

but there were countless times where they’d be away for work, so you knew you couldnt be fully dependent on them. they knew that too, so they weren’t exactly going to object to you having fun without them. so long as you were happy and safe, they were content.

but fuck, the men out there are absolutely horrible to deal with. sleazy, there’s just… no ability to have any kind of banter with these things that think only with their cocks.

until you meet kilgöre alexander.

he’s gigantic, his shoulders probably share the same width as mount everest’s base. easily, kilgöre is the tallest man you’ve ever been with. he dwarfs simon in size, which is very telling in itself.

it’s hard to pry away at who kilgöre is as a person. he’s austrian, likes keeping himself to himself. absolutely refuses to tell you what he does for a living, because it’s on a need to know basis. “sounds like something a terrorist would say.” you jokingly coo one night at dinner, smirking as he rolls his foggy blue eyes at your comment. “har har, very funny.” he mockingly says, the corners of his lips twitching ever so slightly.

he’s one of the best things that’s happened to you in a while. he doesn’t know about the particular living arrangement you share with simon and johnny— like he says, it’s on a need to know basis. plus, you haven’t boned either of them since you met this fella. ghoap know what’s up, but they’re not bothered by it. they’re just glad to see you doing well for yourself. “ye have a glow about ye, love.” johnny coos in your ear one day, smirking as he watches you fluster and flounder around the kitchen, trying to make excuses. “it’s the vitamins i’m taking” this and “i’ve quit dairy” that. he knows the truth, simon know its too.

but there’s one thing that makes the attachment to this man absolutely unbearable.

he disappears from time to time.

some days it’s only a couple of days, maybe a couple of weeks at a push. absolutely no contact.

he swears it’s to do with his line of work, that one day he’ll be able to tell you everything. but for now, he asks just for one thing.

“just… wait for me.”

it’s been almost a month with no contact from kilgöre, and it feels like every morning with no text, no nothing, you have a growing pit inside of you that can’t stop gnawing at you, eating you up whole. what the fuck? what could he possibly do for a career that makes it so he goes days without checking his phone? it makes you feel sick to your stomach. what if he’s in a gang or something?

besides, how the fuck can you keep on waiting for someone who you don’t even know is even alive? for all you know, this behemoth of a man has been hog tied and dumped at the bottom of a lake with cinder blocks strapped to his feet. how are you supposed to wait for someone who shows no signs of leaving or coming back?

“that light in yer eyes has dulled.” johnny remarks one evening, a sad smile on his lips. your eyebrows knit together, feigning confusion. “huh? oh, yeah. uh… it’s the gluten intolerance i reckon.” you murmur to yourself, flashing a weak smile to consolidate his inquisitive gaze. “i’m fine, though.”

simon huffs as he leers next to you, skilfully flaying pieces of fish with a pensive look. both you and johnny glance at him, which only makes him grunt in response. you furrow your eyebrows at him, urging him to elaborate on what the pressing issue is.

“we reckon shit’s hit the fan with that new bloke of yours.” simon bluntly replies as he wipes off the chopping board with a damp cloth, hands gently scooping up guts, scales and delicate fish bones to dispose of. you scoff, eyes never leaving the cuts of fish meat that rest on a plate, waiting to be delicately battered and fried up.

“whatev—“

“and i know you, you’ll try and refute the truth that i know what’s going on. that we know what’s going on. so, none of this nonsense, alright? what’s up?”

johnny and simon silently watch you, their simultaneous waiting for any reaction from you making your skin crawl. at first, you scowl and huff. shifting your weight from foot to foot as you become defensive. simon cuts you off again, “none of that bollocks. tell the truth.”

you give in. on bated breath, you explain the whole situation. how kilgöre is the kind of man you had never expected to fall for, how he had managed to steal your attention even while being so elusive and secretive. how you desperately want him to come back to you, like he said he would.

johnny frowns, and simon nods in your direction, wiping his blood stained hands with the damp cloth. “fishy hands.” he murmurs, wiggling his fingers to prove he can’t comfort you with a hug. johnny nods, swiftly making his way around the kitchen island to come give you a warm hug. it’s a solid hug, one you’d never object to having. johnny’s large hands rub circles to your back, his bearded chin resting against your shoulder as he sways gently.

simon stands behind johnny, holding eye contact with you as he continued to carefully clean his hands. he raises his eyebrows in thought, before glancing down at his fingernails as he begins to meticulously clean underneath them to rid his skin of all things fish.

“this… kilgöre bloke. i reckon if he’s the one, he’s worth waitin’ for. but don’t think for a second he should get away with leavin’ you this long without so much as a text, yeah? rip ‘im a new one when he comes back.” he advises, glancing back up at you with a slight smirk when he hears you chuckle, your laugh strained with emotion.

he steps closer, carefully tilting your chin up so you can meet his gaze better. he gently wipes a stray tear from your cheek. “if he’s the man you think he is, he’ll explain everything if you ask him to. and if he does? great. if he doesn’t?” you wince at the idea, frowning.

he sighs, pressing a gentle kiss to your brow.

“then he’s a bloody eejit, as our johnny boy would say.”

[incoherentmorals]

soft! joel miller x fem reader

warnings ? fluff, slightly angsty, outbreak au, joel and reader just want to live in a nice house and adopt ellie, they're just soft parents tbh, no smut, henry and sam are here !! but just briefly mentioned, joel opens up kinda

the remnants of today settle in your bones as you lay on the cold floor, using your backpack as a pillow. in the distance you can hear joel and henry doing the same, probably feeling as exhausted as you are. the hope within you isn't entirely gone; henry says he knows a way and ellie is happy to currently have a new friend— sam’s a great kid.

you can feel your eyelids growing heavy while you think about the previous days and what needs to be done in the ones that will soon come. find supplies to keep the trip going, reach the desired destination and hand ellie over ... that last task is what keeps you up most nights but not tonight.

before you know it, sleep wins over you and you fall fast asleep.

joel’s eyes are on you from where he's supposedly sleeping. he stares at your back, the way your body moves as you breathe and he sits up.

it hasn't been smooth these past few days, not at all, and your last conversation wasn't peachy either. you would always argue about ellie’s situation and how dangerous it was to hand her over to some complete strangers — and before he used the we're strangers too card, you would tell him to fuck off. you were right of course; the three of you had been travelling together for months so he'd be a big hypocrite to say that he didn't feel that familial bond tugging at his gut.

he checks around making sure that henry is fast asleep and the door to the kids’ room is properly shut. after that he proceeds to drop his backpack next to yours before laying by your side.

you're not exactly a light sleeper but nonetheless you can feel the shift behind you, the sudden change that you're not alone anymore.

“hm?” you turn around slowly until you're facing joel in a proper manner.

joel doesn't reply, doesn't even bother to be vocal at that moment. he simply stares at you and although his face is peaceful, you can tell his mind is at war. all it takes is for you to raise your hand and cup his cheek softly for the fight in joel’s mind to cease.

you watch as his eyes close and you wait, your fingers brushing back and forth over his cheek.

when joel opens his eyes again, they're glassy, and the realization that he trusts you enough to cry in front of you finally dawns.

“I don't want to let this go.” you hear him whisper and you shuffle closer to him, just enough to hear better.

your fingers slide from his jaw up to the back of his ear and you repeat the motion often. it is soothing for him, you realize.

“me neither.” you mumble and you can tell that he appreciates how thoughtful you're being with the distance — you just *know* he needs enough space to breathe. to not feel confined.

“joel.” your voice grounds him to reality, to light. he keeps his eyes on you as you speak and tries to focus on the sound of your gentle voice. “whatever happens in the end, whatever you choose to do...I will follow you.” his heart clenches a little at your loyalty — it's been a while since he felt this way. probably since tess.

“I promised her.” he says with saddened eyes.

“You can't save everyone.” you reply.

“But ellie can.” joel’s answer silences you both for a moment until those selfish words leave your lips.

“Maybe they don't deserve to be saved.” and while tess would beg to differ, joel wholeheartedly agrees with you. not everyone deserves to be saved.

the night is spent with silent eye contact and the soft brush of your fingers against joel’s face. he eventually places his hand over yours and compares the sizes of your palms — his is simply gigantic compared to yours, or anyone's you've known for that matter.

“What’s that about people telling you your fortune through your veins?” joel asks randomly and you will yourself not to laugh.

“You mean the palm of your hand, old man?” both of you grin and it suddenly feels like another fun pre-apocalyptic thursday.

it is probably an hour later when joel manages to fall asleep with your hand in his, your fingers tightly intertwined.

you've never seen him so peaceful; never witnessed him sleep the way he does now since forever. your heart and mind race because joel’s expression,when he's around you, starts giving off a single feeling. comfort.

you think about stuff again; joel’s and ellie’s dreams after the apocalypse, your dreams, a better world. your mind wanders a million miles but it always comes back to one thing only. the image of a humble house filled with yourself and two other people. that gruff voice and that ashy wave of hair, and then that brownish spark with the most adorable eyes.

it’s a silly thought to want to be a mother to a kid that isn't your own, you think while staring towards the door where sam and ellie are probably sleeping.

it's as silly to consider filling that void in your heart by the side of a worn out man, you think again and your eyes trace joel's face this time. you bring your intertwined hands to your lips and you mindlessly kiss his knuckles, watching as he doesn't stir at all.

despite the sadness tugging at your heartstrings and the bittersweet feeling of ‘dreams just being dreams’ you close your eyes and allow yourself a moment of clarity and of hope.

because maybe things will change, maybe you will not have to wait for the next life to have the family that you want.

[cupids-chamber]

— " 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 " | Listen to this on loop for full experience.... ★. Content tags/warnings , 1.1k+ words, gender neutral reader, technically everyone x reader (including staff/not so much RSA), can be seen as both platonic and romantic, angst, mentions of food/eating less (reader no longer has an appetite), reader is tired, reader is having a really bad day, reminder: I haven't written in awhile.

Today was a difficult day, many days have challenged you in so many different ways, yet a keen feeling of gloominess had washed over you this particular morning. Your alarm rang blankly into the silent room, you let out a groan of displeasure as you sat up on your bed, staring blankly at the wall feeling a churn in your gut. The curtains were closed, a small ray of light shone through the empty space between your window and the fabric of the curtain; you took a moment to sit and stretch. 

Mentally you cursed yourself, reaching a hand to shut off your phone alarm. Perhaps it was a bad idea staying up late after all, yet how could you resist the urge to finish that new Twisted Wonderland fanfic you found on AO3 recently; The reader resonated deeply with you, and the author's writing was just what you needed. Your eyes stung, you felt like banging your head into your headboard just to stop it from ringing and aching, not to mention you could practically feel the weight of your eyebags.—had you known your body would behave in such a way, you'd have slept at least a bit earlier—Well that's what you're saying now at least, you knew you'd probably repeat the same mistake tonight if another storyline enraptured you just as much as the previous did. 

You began standing up, your whole body woozy from the lack of sleep, you found yourself stumbling over something you left on the floor. You recall how tired you were, too done with the day to be bothered to pick it back up. You walked right past it, 'today was going to end badly' you thought to yourself, since your morning had been a dead giveaway. 

You pocketed some random snack, as breakfast; Running a bit later as per usual. You'd lie to yourself, saying that you'd get up a bit earlier tomorrow but you knew for a fact that unless a miracle happened, you wouldn't. 

The rest of the day was but the same routine, you felt tired all throughout your morning classes, on edge. You would've fallen asleep but you tried to keep your eyes open, as your professor was going over some important project intel that you really didn't want to miss—though you were only half understanding what they were saying—their words felt like gibberish for your only half-functioning brain.

Lunch felt like a chore, despite it usually feeling like a break. You felt like something bad was definitely going to happen, which made you feel anxious; The churn in your gut made it difficult to eat, chew, or drink. Your lunches weren't all that gigantic, as you disliked the feeling of being bloated, yet you barely could find it in yourself to eat. You took a deep breath, you logged into tumblr, perhaps one of your favorite fanfic writers uploaded something new? Anything to distract this heavy mind of yours. 

You checked @kalims page first, they hadn't uploaded in a while—It's been a couple days since they've posted; you figured they'd be busy with school… You pondered on the following page for a while, checking @spadecentral‘s blog, they were far more active then most other blogs you’ve been following and their soft and sweet writings was perhaps just what you needed in this tim—They haven’t uploaded in a while as well? You looked at your screen, maybe everyone was just busy with their finals and/or finishing up midterms at this time. 

You hummed, scrolling frantically through your follows, you sighed softly, maybe today wasn't the day to read fluff, you started checking yandere blogs; ‘nothing like obsessive men to calm you down’ you thought as you clicked on @writingforatwistedworld‘s blog, you scrolled down.. 

‘Weird, nothing new..’, it was as if the whole world had conspired against you today, you took a sigh, perhaps @honey-milk-depresso had uploaded something new on her art blog, after all their wholesome tsundere ship art was just the perfect source of serotonin—And if you were just a bit lucky, perhaps she’s uploaded writing onto her main blog an—Oh.. She hasn’t uploaded either?..  

Your brows furrowed letting out a tired sigh, maybe you should just listen to some music. ‘How bad could this day possibly go?’—you consoled yourself with those words, as you tried finishing up at least a small portion of your meal. 

You forced yourself to clean up and change, crashing onto your bed afterwards. It always felt softer on these sorts of days. Like a welcoming warm embrace, that you didn't want to leave. You took a few moments to vent your stress onto one of your poor pillows, before getting nice and cozy with your warm blankets. 

You laid down on your bed, burying yourself in the blankets, as you grabbed your device from near you, turning the brightness to the lowest possible setting, perhaps you should finish your general tasks on Twst before you take a nap.. 

10 minutes passed and you let out a groan, where did the app go? You never heard of an app disappearing randomly; perhaps you miss-clicked and hid it by accident? A few minutes passed, and you still couldn't find the Twisted Wonderland app, you desperately opened up your computer.. Typing in panic, and yet the official website was gone as well—perhaps it’s just going through some weird update?—Maybe this was only happening to certain servers. You logged into tumblr once again, checking your mutuals profiles and.. some of them were gone? Most of the blogs had nothing from Twisted Wonderland left, the tumblr tags for Twst were completely empty. 

Two hours had only passed and your panic grew, it was odd. You scrolled through your mutual’s blogs for minutes on end hoping to find one post about the game which put a smile on your face on the daily... Yet none... You went on AO3 and even checked other websites which you'd only go to out of sheer desperation for content... Yet nothing...  

You took deep breaths, your breathing pacing as you scrolled till your fingers began to sting from pressure and stress.. Your back arched, as you stared at the screen with an intense expression, desperately tapping away…  finally you entered the app store hoping this was a weird dream or update, like those movies and manga’s and yet.. the app was gone. No mention of it.

You couldn’t even trace a single picture of the game down, not even on Pinterest where everything deleted was still sometimes somehow available. 

'Were you crying? You couldn't quite tell, you felt tired, perhaps this fictional world was just something you created as an escape, yet you didn't think you'd get this attached to some characters on a screen, and now that's it's all gone you feel... kind of.. empty.' 

‘Maybe it was all just a fragment of your imagination…’

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[bigwishes]

Caption Drop

[still struggling to get into the swing of writing full length stories after being so burnt out so have some captions instead]

Ryan

Ryan snapped a pic of himself waiting for something to happen. He had just submitted an ask to an online wishing website. Ryan had always had a body odour fetish ever since college when he would sneak a whiff of his team mates tank tops after practice but he didn't feel like slamming out 50 or 100 push ups to build up a sweat to jerk off to so his request was simple "I wish I had extremely potent stench". A few seconds passed and his arm pits began to feel stuffy, suddenly he began to smell a faint whiff of body odour, he lifted up his arm and smirked as the stench got worse and worse, soon his smirk turned to a frown as a green cloud began to lift from his entire body, he began to drip with sweat as the horrible odour clung to him. Ryan sat up in his bed at watched as all his clean clothes hanging up on the rack fell to the floor with a loud wet slap as they all became drenched in sweat. He let out a loud belch against his will that stunk like protein, every second the stench radiating off his body got worse and he couldn't help but feel his hard dick pump cum into his pants with every sniff, contributing to the smell. Ryan tried his best to find the wishing website in his history but no matter what he looked for he couldn't find it, and he couldn't make the stench go away.

-- Craig

Craig was a 24 year old trying to get big, he constantly jerked off to guys who could barely fit through doors online so when he got a pop up add for GIGA GROWTH PROTEIN that promised to swell him up he instantly clicked on it. $100 later and a parcel arrived on his door step. He instantly mixed up a shake and skulled in. Craig knew he would have to work out to actually put on muscle but he still went to the bathroom and flexed in the mirror with a tinge of optimism. He suddenly felt strange was his stomach made a loud gurgling sound. His shouldered widened, his arms grew thicker. Craig flexed and posed as he watched his slim frame pack on pound after pound of muscle almost out of nowhere, after a few minutes he was the size of a bodybuilder. His stomach made another loud gurgling sound and suddenly **FWOOMP** his six pack abs instant bloated out into a big gut. Shocked Craig desperately tried to push it back in, but forcing pressure on it only made him burp. He looked at himself in the mirror a giant young muscle bear.

--

Konner

Konner had been a bodybuilder for close to 15 years, he had competed in show after show, it was how he made his living but he had a problem most guys would consider a blessing. Posers were uncomfortable, his dick never sat in them right. Plus whenever he got down to really showcase his legs he was worried his dick was going to slip out, every now and again he would have guys stare down at his massive bulge when he wished they look at his hulking body. Sitting alone pumping his legs before he was about to go on stage he felt his dick slip in an uncomfortable way almost poking out above the waist band of his poser. "I wish this thing was easier to manage" Konner said out loud without even thinking about it. Suddenly he watched his dick twitch and spasm under the fabric. With each twitch the fabric seemed to get looser and looser, and his muscled seemed to swell slightly bigger.

"WHATS HAPPENING" Konner yelled paniced as he watched his blessing from god shrink. It only took a few seconds for his 11 inch softie to shrivel up into a 2 inch grub, but almost like a trade he seemed to pack on an extra 30 pounds of size.

Konner stared down at the loose fabric, it was enough to make a grown man want to cry, his gigantic manhood was now nothing more than a pathetic little gummy worm that was almost impossible to make out under the loose fabric.

[gremlingottoosilly]

you know the scene in Kingsmen where the princess being held hostage tells the secret agent that if he saves her she'll let him do it up the ass and the guy blinks at her a few times before going "...I'll be right back" and then saves the day and comes back to her cell with wine?? yeah that exact scene but with König and Hostage!Reader

König promises himself that he didn't join the special forces for any of this. He just wanted to get out of the house, he just wanted to save people, he just wanted to protect his country...well, this is exactly what led to him being balls-deep in a woman he literally saw for the first time.

He knows it's wrong, you're barely consenting because you were scared, terrified, almost dead at the hands of some terrorists, and your promises to let him do anything with you just because he showed up in the room, full of hostages, wearing a hood and looking like an executioner...he knows exactly how he looks like, and he doesn't even want to ask what happened to you before if you're so quick to promise your body in exchange for safety(

He can't afford to be soft, his comrades are somewhere in the building too - securing the last of the terrorists while he, literally the CO of the entire operation, is spreading some civilian girl's ass on his gigantic fingers. You're whining, he can see it's not entirely comfortable for someone as soft and fragile as you - he whispers sweet apologies in your neck. Next time, he promises to himself, he will get you a proper lube and spend at least an hour, softly stroking your insides and spreading you on his dick like a good girl. He is mesmerized by the sight of his fingers disappearing in your tight ass, aided only by his spit and a bit of the natural lube your pussy is leaking on the ground.

— Es war schön für mich. Du weißt nicht was gut für dich ist.

— S...sir, I don't speak German. — Calm down. Relax for me, ja? You're a sloppy mess when he finished with spreading you like this - he wants to dive tongue-first in your holes, both of them, lick and suck until you're crying his name and rank like a good girl, but you're on strict timing, and he still wants to have some time to at least attempt at being soft. You don't deserve to be fucked like this, bend over some rubble, with his hands kneading the meat of your ass he guides his tip inside, but he whispers sweet apologies between your shoulder blades, pressing slowly until you're succumbing to him fully. You whimper when you feel the stretch - he knows he is big, perhaps too big for you, the lack of lube makes you even tighter. He almost can't move, almost feels like forcing his shaft inside of your tight, warm asshole, and he doesn't want to be a monster for that sweet girl that offered herself to him. — Ich lass dich so nicht gehen süße. Hiernach nehme ich dich mit nach Hause. He whispers dirty promises in your ear when he plunges in, taking off sobs from your mouth. He covers it, and allows you to chew on his hand like a kitten, promising that he will be softer, gentler, more kind next time. This is about his pleasure, of destroying your hole with all his might - you whimper from pain and he feels almost ashamed for taking a pretty girl so roughly, but he needed this. König strokes your clit softly when you start to cry too much - he isn't a bad guy, he needs you to relax as he presses his other hand on your tummy, feeling the outline of his dick. With every move, he can see it a bit more - god, you're perfect, taking him like this, with barely any lube, tense like he is forcing you for it... You will make a good wife, he thinks, not even bothering to stop himself - god, he knew you for a few minutes tops, when you begged him to save you when you gave the promise to give him your ass a prize - he didn't need that, of course, but he likes to reap the consequences of his great life choices. He isn't even embarrassed when the heat of your ass and softness of your buttcheeks meeting his pelvis made him cum so quickly - he needed this, so no one would ever think what their colonel was doing while everyone else secured the perimeter. He whispers some praises in your ear, nibbling on it like he is allowed to leave marks, helps you get on your feet, and makes your clothes intact. You are left with a sloppy feeling of his cum slowly spilling from your aching ass, your clit throbbing from the pleasure he never finished giving you - you whine a bit when he gently presses his forehead against yours, chuckling softly under that scary hood of his. The adrenaline wore off finally, and you started to get second thoughts of the whole ordeal. — Don't worry, Schatzi, once this is over, we're going home. Perhaps, it was safer to side with the terrorists. 

[nkn0va]

Persona request: Mitsuru, Yukiko, and Makoto get caught making out with thier M!S/O please.

I have nothing clever to say here. Uhh...sorry about the inactivity? I finally bought Gigantic and was re-living my middle school years of playing the shit out of it so that's been distracting me.

-Getting Mitsuru to open up to intimacy is quite the undertaking, to say the least. Out of everyone here she's the hardest to crack due to a previous relationship that wasn't exactly ideal to say the least.

-Frankly she probably doesn't even get completely comfortable with the idea of 'making out' until after the events of P3. Luckily she does manage to grow in your relationship and get much more confident.

-A particularly long, draining day of running the Shadow Operatives has Mitsuru exhausted and she looks forward to nothing more than having some alone time with you to recharge.

-She never once thought of intimacy with her old fiance (I can't add accents on Tumblr, ffs), so she's completely inexperienced despite being the one who's not in their first relationship here.

-After so long of her being averse to intimacy you're more than happy to attempt it. However just as you two are inches apart there's a knock on the door.

-It's...Akihiko, coming to give his reports for the day. Thankfully he's pretty romantically clueless so it's easy enough to trick him that you two weren't doing anything important. Though that also lead him to interrupting you two.

-Oh well, there's always next time.

-Yukiko might not look it, but she as a bit of a rebellious streak hidden deep inside her, and that tends to come out the most when it comes to dating.

-It's nothing too crazy of course, but she can't help but feel that sense of adventure, of exploring what it truly means to be in love with someone else.

-Of course if anyone else were to find out she'd probably drop dead on the spot but it's something you'll need to accept as part of her if you wanna keep this relationship going.

-That being said, eventually the time we'll come when she wants to try making out, namely when the Investigation Team takes a visit to the Amagi Inn. When everyone's about to wind down for the night and go to sleep she drags you off somewhere private.

-It's about to start getting really steamy when you suddenly hear footsteps behind you and both your hearts simultaneously stop. It's Yu. He was looking for Yukiko to ask where the bathrooms were, certainly not expecting to find you two getting frisky.

-At least he acts cool about it. He's perfectly capable of ignoring what just happened and acting like he didn't interrupt anything important, and truthfully, you'd both rather it be him than anyone else. Only God knows if it was Teddie what that stupid bear would do...

-Out of all the ladies so far, Makoto is by far the most romantically inept, and that's definitely saying something. She never even thought about dating until you came along because of how much importance she placed on studies due to her sister and father.

-It's only when she hears about the process of making out (how she does is up to you), does she want to try it, but there's no way in hell she has the confidence to do so.

-Chances are, you're going to have to lead the relationship into being more physically affectionate if you want it to get to that point at all. This is going to be much to her embarrassment, though.

-Makoto definitely won't turn you down though, she wants to keep you happy while dating her, and it's an opportunity to for her to grow in your relationship together.

-She doesn't have the guts to do it anywhere that isn't her house where she knows you two will be alone. She'll still be super nervous but with your reassurance she'll slowly but surely ease into it.

-That is until there's a knock at the door. Sae appears to have come home much earlier than usual, causing you both to stiffen up immediately and scoot away from each other and do your best to act natural.

-Thankfully for the both of you Sae is just as romantically incompetent as her sister so it's easy to fool her, although she will be suspicious and probably keep a closer eye on you two from now on.

[picklebunbun]

Helloooo !!! If you don't mind, can you make a Flippy/Fliqpy x reader who as a DID (dissociative identity disorder) and the other alter hurts people who get a little too close to them without asking them first and they absolutely hate insects, like , they would literally try to kill them with a knife (and surprise ! They success) but only if you agree of course !

⌗. ➞ྀིྀི⚛️! : cw; I tried to research about DID, but since it's rare to get it, I have very limited information about it so I sincerely apologize if it's not accurate. Descriptions about insects getting squashed counts as gore, correct? Insanely violent reader, this is a bit more angsty than crack, reader needs a hug and so does Flippy ,

➵ Flippy / Fliqpy x gn ! reader this is supposed to be read as romantic

{ angel's notes 🪽; new style, kind of, anyways, if anyone has DID, please tell me if I got it right }

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now playing [girl with one eye]

0:26 ———♡——— 3:50

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—.𖥔 ݁ ˖⌗; hc's

before you realized you had DID, you couldn't remember what happened in your life. It was just like your life was birth and then adulthood, blanking on the memories in between .

when Flippy asked you about your childhood, you couldn't say anything. It was kind of awkward after that, you just both stayed silent .

large portions of your memory were gone by a snap of a finger, nothing made sense, it was like you took a long nap for hours and all your former friends cut off all contact with you with no explanation .

ever since then, you had trouble dealing with how you acted, you thought that everything was wrong with your body, your face, every individual cell in your skin, it didn't even felt like it was your OWN skin, so what gave you the right to judge it anyways ?

sometimes you felt like anything could set you off, suddenly getting angry at every sound, fire running up your nerves and getting major headaches from anger, a volcano waiting to destroy everything .

first of all, these systems or rather, system, not plural, was used as a defense mechanism against anything related to your trauma, even minor things like color or a specific sound. In a way, it was protecting you, maybe that's why a gigantic part of your life was missing .

when Flippy opened up to you about his disorder, it was such a relief for you, which also led you to admit that you had the same problem, which also led to you two talking about it. It was such a relief to have this conversation with someone who doesn’t think you’re crazy, even better, someone who could actually relate to what you were feeling .

the thing about your system, however, it’s defense mechanism was similar to Flipqy. It made it harder for you guys to fully trust each other. If your system took over but not Flippy’s he ended up getting hurt, but, this was a way to keep you safe, after all .

although, you did find that you calmed down from how you were before. You switched almost every time, 24/7, always being reminded on what happened to you, but since meeting Flippy, it was like all your once, dark, unlit, lightbulb just suddenly beamed with energy .

the thing is, even if Flippy fully gained your system's trust, it'd be really hard to convince everyone that you weren't dangerous, and you really didn't switch that much, it made you even more upset because everyone in the town trusted the green bear more. You thiught everything was out of place, that you didn't belong here, why live in a world that thinis it'd be better if you died anyways ?

it struck up a lot of identity issues ,,,

you and Flippy had a talk about it, it's refreshing when he comforts you, treating you delicately like an injured bird .

even if everyone hates you, as long as Flippy was next you, you'll be fine, his company is all you'll need .

it's so weird you have such an irrational fear about bugs but barely any reaction to guts and bloodshed, seeing you freak out about an insect while making sure that the soilders of WW1 eradicated the creature was definitely a sight .

bringing out a whole bazooka ಠ_ಠ ,, ?

even worse when you switch . 😭

COMES HOME WITH THE WHOLE HOUSE DESTROYED .

,,,

" hey [system / name] I ,, - WHAT HAPPENED ,, "

" ,, there was a bug "

stressing the man out oml . 😭

at least he doesn't get any bugs in his house anymore,,, BECAUSE THERE IS NO HOUSE .

chasing around a silverfish with a knife around the house

" you'll hurt yourself like that ?! "

" NOT BEFORE I HURT THIS SON OF A B TCH FIRST "

" CHRIST ALMIGHTY , [system / name] "

thank gyatt he can calm you down because everyone in the town would've been on fire .

it doesn't matter, he always loves you either way ! ❦

[banditomojado]

Long ass post about The Penguin on Max and specifically Sofia Falcone. SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

I can't continue posting about The Penguin without bringing up Cristin Milioti's INSTANTLY ICONIC take on Sofia Falcone. Her arc perfectly mirrors Oz's in almost every way. Oz is introduced as a sympathetic and charming, albeit violent gangster, and as the show progresses, we see just how twisted, sick, and irredeemably evil he truly is. Whereas Sofia is introduced as a twisted and unstable serial killer fresh out of Arkham, and there is an ever-present tension and sense of danger whenever she shares a scene with Oz in the first few episodes. But unlike Oz slowly revealing himself to be a true monster, the more we see of Sofia, the more we begin to empathize with HER and FEEL HER PAIN and actually root for her success.

Her arc is tragic but her violence is cathartic. She doesn't deserve any of the horrible things that have happened and continue to happen to her. The writing is simply superb, always teasing an eventual true descent into evil like Oz, but she NEVER crosses that line despite all the motivation to do so. Plus, on a purely aesthetic level, she OWNS almost every scene she's in, and Milioti is masterful at reflecting the inner turmoil, rage, and trauma this character goes through. Also huge shout out to the wardrobe department for making almost all of her looks fucking STUNNING.

Laura LeFranc pulls off the ultimate trick in drawing us in with Oz's undeniable charm while also forcing us to be wary of Sofia, so by the time the last few scenes in the final episode play out, YOU feel just as BETRAYED, GUTTED, and HORRIFIED as poor Vic in his final moments when you realize Oz truly had you fooled. I was almost in literal tears when Sofia took one last deep exhale in what she thought was gonna be her final breath and escape from the horrors, only to have Oz shatter that dream as well by having her arrested and ONCE AGAIN framed. I was FUCKING furious, I can't remember the last time I felt such passionate rage for a character I started out rooting for. Masterful writing, masterful performances, a true masterclass in almost every way. My ONLY wish now is to see her and Zoë Kravitz's Selina team up and bring that monster down, like Batman can help if he wants but he would honestly just get in the way of true justice with his whole "no killing" buzz kill rule. So fuck it, give me Selina Kyle and Sofia motherfucking GIGANTE teaming up to rain literal hell upon anything The Penguin touches!

[bleucaesura]

AN ENDING - 2/4

“You fucks think you can do this every time! Like you can just play with our feelings because we are smaller and not as important!”

Blitz’s words still echoed in Stolas’s ears.

It took every ounce of strength Stolas had to get through that. To get through Blitz’s outburst and accusations. He’d had no idea Blitz had thought he’d been playing with his feelings.

Fuck…

Now his demon was screaming; howling to be let out.

“Thank you, Blitz. For making me so happy. Even if only for a little while.”

Stolas stood, placed his hat on his head, turned and fled the room.

Stop… STOP! Not here! Not NOW!

Yesssss… Nooooowwwww….

He tried to stay composed and hurried down the hall. He needed to get away from Blitz as quickly as he could, without making a scene, while staying calm. He wasn’t going to let his demon hurt Blitz. No matter how upset he was, he’d never let that happen.

His head pulsed with power. He felt his demon pulling at his seams. His whole world seemed to be consumed by the deafening heartbeat of his demon thrumming through his body.

Then he heard his name. His pace faltered.

Blitz called his name.

No… NO! He can’t be here… I can't protect him from this!

Stolas felt Blitz gain too much ground on him, he was too close.

Too close… NO!

He clenched his fists in anguish, not able to control the power any longer.

As his demon ripped free from inside, Stolas threw the last bit of his will out and at Blitz, sending him through a portal, out of harm's way.

***

It had been a very long time since Stolas had been face-to-face with his demon like this. And yet here he was, looking the gigantic thing in the eye.

The first time it had manifested, when he was young, he had found himself staring at this frightening monstrous thing, too afraid to move or say anything. As it turned out he had been swept away by the demon, into some part of his mind that they existed simultaneously. It had taken years of practice and training to master his demon. Years to learn to control his emotions so things like this wouldn’t happen.

“Why am I here? Why are you doing this? You could have hurt Blitz…”

Stolas plopped down and curled tightly into himself, clutching his knees and burying his face.

The massive demon regarded him curiously, tilting its head.

“Stop fighting me… It’s because you fight me that you feel this way.”

He felt the demon’s voice thunder around him; the depth of it vibrating into his chest, rattling his bones.

Stolas squeezed his eyes closed and shook his head.

“You’re the worst part of me. The darkest part. Why wouldn’t I fight you?”

The demon chuckled. Actually CHUCKLED. The sound rumbled through Stolas almost like a purr. He’d never experienced this from the demon before.

Stolas peeked up at it with his top set of eyes.

“Why would you think something as foolish as that?” The demon chuckled.

Stolas flushed.

“What do you MEAN?” Was the demon mocking him? “You’re my demon. You’re the definition of the worst part of me. You only come out when I’m angry-”

“No.” The demon cut him off. “You only let me out when you’re angry. There’s quite a difference.”

Stolas could feel anger bubbling in his gut. He forced himself to stand.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about!” He yelled at the demon. “I was trained to tame you. Control you. Or you’d take over.”

The demon crouched and put its face right into Stolas’s.

“And who, pray-tell, gave you that direction?”

A shock ran up Stolas’s spine.

“My father…” He muttered. “Or… Rather… A tutor at my father’s behest.”

Stolas felt the demon’s eyes studying him intensely.

“Mmm.” It almost purred. “And we believe everything Dearest father says. Don’t we?”

That’s it…

Stolas stomped up to the demon and shoved a finger in its face.

“You KNOW how I feel about Father!” He snapped.

The demon smiled.

“Then perhaps it’s time to start reexamining the truths he taught you in the past?”

Stolas’s heart was threatening to beat out of his chest. He turned away from the demon and clenched his fists.

All the lies he told me… All the pain he’s caused… The delusions he’s perpetuated…

“What do you suggest I do?” Stolas muttered.

“As I said,” the demon lowered itself until it was laying down. “Stop fighting me.”

Stolas turned around.

The demon looked up at him, its head laying on the ground.

“If I do…” He reached out and touched the demon’s beak. “Then what?”

“Then you’ll be accepting that there’s no ‘worst’ or ‘darkest’ part of you.” The demon began to shrink. It shrank until it was no bigger than a cat, and it sprang into Stolas’s arms. “And once you accept that… You won’t be so afraid to let yourself truly be loved.”

*****

[fukutomichi]

It's RAMBLE TIIIME!!! Okay, I think I can talk about it now, probably most have seen the episodes. It's a bit longish! Here we go!

That first episode is so far my favorite, because above all else, I'm a GIGANTIC fan of visual storytelling and show-don'tell, and that first episode had me FEASTING. You can probably tell by my gifsets that I love when actors emote and act without dialog using only emotions and facial expressions to get the message out. Episode 1 gave us so much of it. And dare I say bordering a bit on horror/gore a bit, those first few minutes with Sauron in his "desk job era" had me surprised by how brutal it got quickly.

If people are wondering if they're gonna do the Celebrimbor thing, and if THAT is gonna be too brutal to show, this might confirm that they may not shy away from it at all.

I love the fact that they took the criticism that was mentioned for the first two-three episodes in Season 1, when I was actually kinda worried that the pace was going a bit TOO slow and it took three weeks, when the story moves to Númenor , for the series to fully kick in gear. This time they were like, lets get the set-up out of the way, all at once, and then release week after week. Lets see if this decision pays of in the next weeks ahead.

So lets get this out of the way. I had a hunch with Nazanin Boniadi missing from promos and interviews that they are gonna off her character right away. Turns out that there was even an announcement before that I've completely missed and I was gutted when I found out, but in the end of the day, a job is still a job, and if it affects you in anyway, it's probably best to leave it. I have had a first hand experience in this and no matter how high the pay was, my health was much more important than anything and had to quit. I'm gonna miss her and wish her the best!

Arondir and Theo's relationship gets back to square one, so I'm interested to see in what way or IF it gets mended cause man, I dunno how they can pull it off this time. BUT I do LOVE that they've paired Theo alongside Isildur which is a character he can empathize with so I wanna see where that leads. My friends immidiatelly groaned when they heard "Gawddd the ARROW really?? =___="...and then remembered about a tiny movie called The Hobbit and what happened to Kili. We had to go to Hobbit logic to explain it away and move on lol.

The new character Estrid, was IMMEDIATELY suss as HELL to me. Even after she burned her sigil on her back so she can hide it. I've been listening to her soundtrack theme, and almost like as if its made from two layers, feels almost TOO magical for her even. But this is just my hunch. Isildur is still too wide-eyed and naive so maybe she will serve some purpose in him getting a bit jaded later on.

ORC BABIES!! HELLO!! I love that we're getting deeper into the orcish origins and probably everyone's favorite topic, are they redeemable?? Can they be??? I also love that we got to have two Adars. Season 1 we had Joseph Mawle with an almost vulnerable portrayal and what seemed like a suicide mission for him. Now for Season 2 we get Sam Hazledine, with his goal complete AND him still alive, a more driven and focused character...but is he gonna survive THIS season?? 😭

We know Adar also mentions how he meets Sauron for the first time...but that doesn't stop me from AGAIN, thinking that he IS MAGLOR. Come one maaaan, the hand!!! "In the eldest of the Elder days" you don't just drop a line like that causally. DROP THAT REVEAL!!!

WE NEED MORE OF THE HARFOOTS!!! WE NEED MORE WIZARDS!!! These 3 eps were not enough for me lol. I'm just beyond excited for Tom Bombadil!! Please have Goldberry, please have Goldberry!!

Disa and Durin are still relationship goals. UGHHH!! They will have me stressed!

I ain't gonna lie. When that giant eagle landed before Pharazôn, there were a few seconds where I was buttclenching thinking he was gonna pull his sword and swing it on the bird...but then Manwë would probably descend and obliterate Númenor in seconds and the series would be over lol. Númenor will have me stresseeeed. The Petty Lord and his Queen WILL RUIN MEEEH!! 😭 😭 😭

Ben Daniels as Cirdan is an A+++ casting choice. Kinda bummed that he hasn't talked properly with Gil-Galad tho. Make different characters interact more with each other damn iiiiit!!! Let us see them establish connections!!

That being said, my favorite part so far, and are probably gonna be the central focus of this season, are the elves. Their strive for perfection, thinking themselves SO infallible, beyond prideful, are gonna be the very things that bite them in the ass...again lol.

And it's important for us to see that, cause THAT is the extent of Sauron's evil, we need to witness just how much he can mess you up and how much he enjoys playing the game, in the same time thinking himself savior and deserving of love. How much PURE good you have to be to resist him. Elrond so far has proven able to resist, given his past.

Galadriel is on the brink. If listening to "The Last Temptation" tells me something...Galadriel so far hasn't learned her lesson and thinking herself able to resist.

I believe there's a gut-punch coming up in the finale and I'm not gonna be ready for it. And yet, as much as I don't like it, WE NEED TO SEE IT! We need to see how evil can be tempting and irresistible, that even an infallible being can fail.

After all, it's all downhill from here.

[nyoxt]

@ygtahoy that's the first part to your biiiiig ask, I’ll just divide my answers between characters, because ooooh you threw at me so many questions, and the post would be gigantic (it's already ssooo long) :D Thaaanks!!! (eugh I wanted to sprinkle the texts with sketches, but sketches are not happening due to arteblock, and I don’t want it to take a year or smth to answer, so I’ll sprinkle some sketches once I’m out of the pit😔) For Ram: (tw suicidal ideations for one of the answers down below)

[3]What emotion is the hardest for them to deal with?

Anger! Ram generally tends to swallow and bottle up all the negative emotions, but anger especially so. Mostly because he's terrified of his own anger (not without a reason I guess-he's wildly aware that he can hurt people around him easily if he's not careful; and he has done quite a lot of people-hurting in prison, where he didn't hold himself back in any way) and refuse to even acknowledge its existence.

So Ram's way of dealing with anger is – to push it down and bottle up-> continue 'till the maximum pressure is reached-> then bottle up s'more->explode->scare himself shitless with the result and/or his own reactions->feel immense guilt/shame->swear to never be like that again-> rinse, repeat.

Surprisingly, Duncan can see through Ram's cheerful performances with ease, because that's one of the things that Didn't Change At All since they first met. Also Duncan is probably the only person Ram trusts enough to show at least some anger. Which led the rest of the group to conclusion that they hate each other's' guts,while them getting all heated and snappy was the sign of mutual trust and freedom to express themselves without the fear of being rejected for “bad” emotions. I like to think that Duncan tried to nudge Ram towards some healthy/er ways to vent his frustrations- like taking him to some junkyard to just break some things (just to be met with “Break stuff?? Why?! What's fun in that??? Angry? Who's angry? I don't have any anger issues at all! :) “

[17] What is their biggest struggle that no one around is able to understand or believe?

Augh that's a tough question because I've never thought about it heh. Probably that Ram actually struggles to open up to people and maintain deep connections which are as beneficial for him as for the others. That might be hard to believe because he's always the heart of the company, everyones' bestie, can befriend even a rock, always there to help, to listen, to be the shoulder to cry or to lean on etc etc. And despite talking and asking people about themselves and their wellbeing a lot, he tells very little about himself and somehow manages to be very secretive.

[55] How long does it take for them to make a new place feel like home, and what do they need for it?

Unknown amount of time- he doesn't really remember how “home” is supposed to feel, and what to do to make “a place you have to live in” into one; and treats every place he stays at as temporary, however nice it is. (there are also some unhealthy attachments to some toxic places that are at play). The fact that he has very little possessions doesn’t help either. He started to experience somewhat “homey” feelings towards the Kraken and Heoi, but he didn't understand it until he moved again and got hit with the realization that he lost something very important.

Desire: What's one thing your OC wants more than anything in the world? Are they open with that desire? Why or why not? What would they do to fulfill it?

To never ever be alone again! In all possible meanings! He may not do absolutely anything for that, but make some big sacrifices or cut off parts of himself? Sure! He’s not open about it, but leave him in a room by himself for a few hours and it’ll be crystal clear. As for why is he closed a)It’s not a fully realized desire and b) it’s not something that could be achieved alone (ha!), and god forbid telling people that you’d like to take some space in their lives, what if they’ll reject you after that😱?!? 

is now a good occasion to mention that you can absolutely obliterate him with silent treatment? tee hee))

Future: What's the worst possible future for your OC? Are they taking steps to avoid that outcome? Are they even aware it's a possibility?

Within the frames of HK story the worst future for Ram would be succumbing to the siren’s call of one particular teethy entity, killing his friends and family along the way and being remodeled into teethy-monster-slave, which was happily avoided.

aaaaand after the HK plot…welll…………originally my intention was that after a few years past HK, back to Seattle he’d either kill himself or do something so stupidly dangerous that he’d get no chance of surviving. Because once he’ll get out of survival mode and get even a semblance of being safe- all his past traumas gotta catch up to him and rip him asunder. (and because the tragedy of characters tearing themselves apart to help family-friends-friendly acquaintances while failing miserably to heal and to find their place and to fix their own life, while never getting the same help/attention from family-friends-friendly acquaintances- is was cathartic for me). But then I sketched Ram being older, and thought “woah, I kinda dig this design! Well, to get to this state, he needs to survive the horrible goop state, huh”. Soooo he was saved from me by me getting a neat redesign :D

Secret: What's one secret your OC never wants anyone to know about them?

Mmmmm, perhaps it's not a secret, more like…Ram is trying pretty hard to conceal his in-prison shenanigans. And the kind of guy he made himself into in there. Like, he was obsessed with only one goal- to get out, no matter what. And for that goal he didn't hold back any of his worst impulses, and was 100% aggressive, and didn’t shy away from betraying and framing ppl and was overall an awful person. Complete 180° turn from his usual personality. And yeeeah, it was out of extreme desperation, but still- that’s a source of a great shame and guilt and embarrassment for him, so noooo, shhhh, no talking abt that :)

[pink-clovers]

perspective (giant sonic story

chapter 1:

Cold. It was so cold. No, no not Cold. Freezing. Freezing was the only word you could describe this situation. Curiosity got the best of you.. Again instead of travelling from the loud and booming noises you wanted to see what was happening. So being you, you went forward to see what it was. Damn.. "you muttered under your breath, shivering. Looking to your left to see nothing but a trees , Same with your right. It looked like there was no easy way out of this you were completely lost. How could someone be so reckless? Your gut screamed out for you to stop but you didn't listen. This is such a bad mistake.

The ground started to rumble, causing you to immediately look around, but.. Nothing. Nothing was there.

"alright, well may as well see what was causing all the tremors before you die of hyperthermia. You began to run towards the direction of the noise, while silently screaming at the fact you couldn't feel your hands anymore. Maybe this would warm you up even just a little bit for warmth would be better than being freezing. You continued your run and turned a sharp left into a clearing, only to halt to an immediate stop, attempting to muffle a screech at the sight that lay before you. Literally.

A giant- a real giant blue hedgehog was staring up at the sky with a sad expression on his face. He looked male, he had bright green emerald eyes.

He wore bright red sneakers and white gloves, who the heck made clothes that big anyway?! He hadn't noticed you yet, a human  practically hyperventilating, with H/C hair and E/C eyes, staring at him with a star-struck expression.

Ok what what were you actually supposed to do?! run? Hide? Had he heard you? Okay, your just gonna sneak away, yeah! Yeah let's just go with that! You took a step back, and slipped. Slightly letting out a small squeak. Had he heard you? Wincing, you looked up, allowing you to meet his with his. His head had snapped in you direction, staring at you with curiosity " Hey! " a smile spread across the giant hedgehogs lips as he sat up straight. Your expression (and your heart) dropped and you took three hasty steps backwards, slipping in the mud. " Hey wait! " Doing the opposite of what he asked, you turned on your heel and dashed away, heading back into the thicker part of the forest. To say you were petrified would be an understatement.

Just as you were about to get out of the clearing, you ran into something. A white, fabric wall. You yelled out in fright and nearly fell backwards, but caught yourself, and sprinted away from the hand, but still away from the from the giant. You were halted again by the other hand.

Both hands closed together, and you felt the giant blue hedgehog get down onto his chest, creating an effective barrier. You were trapped. "Wait! Don't go just yet! "the booming voice and the words were dripping with curiosity.

You spun around to be meeted by gigantic emerald irises, Staring at you intensely. " Woah, your tiny! " he exclaimed loudly, thrusting his face even closer to you. His sudden movements and loudness made you flinch. And step backwards, hands raised in alarm. "Actually scratch that, your itty - bitty!" he laughed, but quickly noticed your soaked and freezing form. "Sweet chaos, how long have you been out here! ?" the giants piercing gaze looked over your trembling form. " You look freezing! " I-I.. " you couldn't find any words and continued to stare up at the enormous being, shaking partially out of the cold and partially out of fear. You weren't even as big as his hand!

" aw come here, your shaking " the hands that blocked the path behind you were pulled towards you and scooped you up before you could protest. He pulled you to his chest and leaned away from the ground as you held back a scream. He sat up straight and adjusted his position.

" I uh.. I'm sonic, sonic the hedgehog" he spoke in a friendly manner "I.. I'm Y-Y/N.." you stuttered, still looking at sonic with fear. You appreciated the warmth of his hands, but also desperately wanted to be put down. You were terrified. You watched in terror as the gigantic blue hedgehogs finger tip that was bigger then your face came towards you. You jolted back as it touched your face gently, holding up your hands defensively as if it would do something.

"hey, hey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, I won't hurt you."  the blue giant promised. You wish you could believe him however it turned out to be very hard to trust a being fifty times your size. Sonic scowled at the sky as hail began to spat out by clouds. You were pulled closer to his chest. But kept in view of him. He seemed to be studying your feature, from your hair colour. To your outfit, which was not fit for this type of weather. "what were you thinking going out like this?" sonic asked you with concern in his voice

You paused before responding thinking about the right words to use ".. I.. I didn't think it was going to rain.." you responded quietly

"how did you not see the giant rain clouds heading here? They've been there all day!" sonic scolded, averting his gaze to the sky which seemed to be the only thing above him. Where do you need to be? I'll take you there. "

No! You exclaimed almost as soon as you offered, before correcting yourself "I-I mean.. I-I can walk b-by myself.." you just wanted to leave. He didn't seem to have bad intentions  but you couldn't risk this. You needed to get back to the abandon building for shelter.

I can't let you do that, you'll freeze! " he looked at you with concerned eyes, leaning back slightly. Have ya got a death wish or something?" you didn't respond to that. You were too busy thinking of ways to escape. The question almost slipped past you. How could you leave. "c-could you please put me down? I don't l-like being up so high.." you changed the subject.

"o-oh right! Yeah, course" sonic sounded a little bit disappointed at your request, but nonetheless lowered you to the ground. As soon as your legs touched the ground you almost collapsed. Your knees trembled, and your instincts were screaming at you to run. It took all of your mental will not to sprint away.

It's Ok, it's okay, if he wanted to hurt me, he would have done it by now Y/N. Give him a benefit of a doubt. " you thought " Your really small you know" he smirked

"I'm not! Your just huge!."you exclaimed . You would not be called tiny by a giant. " don't lie to yourself! "sonic laughed" your tiny and adorable! " he poked your face making you stumble back a little." oh sorry! I guess I don't know my own strength " the poke did startle you, but you stayed calm, and rolled your eyes, relaxing slightly. You still didn't let your guard down. Though. Sonic had his hand over your head for shelter from the freezing cold ice that flew down from the sky" aren't you c-cold?" you asked rubbing your arms slightly.

" kinda, but not really much I can do about it" sonic responded showing a gentle smile " but worry about yourself, your in much worse condition."

Well you couldn't deny that.. Your top was absolutely soaked and your hair was a mess and darker then it's usual colour, with hail nesting on top of your head. You had nothing else to say, you were still speechless. This shouldn't be possible and yet.. Here it is

You just wanted to leave, to get back to your "home " or something anything! " I-I need to get home.." you spoke slowly without making eye contact. You looked down. Fiddling with your hands. Why were you scared? He hadn't hurt you, and doesn't seem like he wanted to. So why were you trembling so bad!?

" Damn right you do! "

"L-Look, I know your worried, but my house isn't far away, and the trees are good cover from the rain" you reasoned nodding to yourself "I can get there by myself"

Sonic seemed to think for a moment before deciding on something. "fine. But you have to come back here on a.. Better weathered day, y'know, to show me your Okay" he proposed, holding out his hand for a shake. You blinked a few twice. Was he serious? He was! "yeah yeah that's fine!" you spoke a little too eagerly, throwing your hand out to shake one of his fingers " promise? " You took a deep breath. " I promise"

[bthump]

What are your thoughts on Griffith’s potential recovery post torture in a no-eclipse or thwarted-eclipse au? Like, if they successfully escaped the God Hand or something, of course he doesn’t Have to get back to his old self to find some happiness, but supposing that Guts sets out to find a way to undo at least part of the physical damage. Obivously it’s fantasy, so any kind of magical healing could happen simply so long as we decide that it can. But based on canon lore, what are the most interesting options in your opinion?

I actually have a couple of answers to this I've already considered due to fic ideas that never got written lol. The first is basically an AU where there's no Eclipse but everything else is exactly the same, they're on the run from Midland with Griffith post-torture. They run into Puck's magic troupe, since they're in the area, and Puck gives healing Griffith a go. He's able to heal Griffith's like, open wounds/flayed skin for the sake of my peace of mind and germ theory lol, but can't do anything about Griffith's cut tendons or missing tongue. But Puck suggests that if they meet a witch she might be able to help.

So they go out to try to find a witch. During the journey they deal with their issues to some extent, Guts and Casca break up, Griffith accepts his love for Guts despite how much it fucked him over and could still fuck him over, and Guts accepts that even if Griffith doesn't get magically healed he wants to stay with Griffith forever and he'd be happy to hang up his sword to take care of him.

So they find a witch and she can't heal Griffith either lol because tendons can't just be knit back together bc of their elasticity yadda yadda yadda medical excuses, but she makes them those magic rings that the RPG group uses during the troll fight so they can communicate freely and easily.

I'm into this idea as an alternative to magic healing that's still a pretty good like, magical disability aid that would help Griffith a lot and fits as a narrative reward for dealing with their shit.

The other idea is that the behelit is Guts' rather than Griffith's but it's just an apostle behelit not a godhand behelit, so Guts sacrifices the Raiders for the power to fix his mistake and becomes a monster with magic healing abilities, and heals Griffith.

But this idea is very dark and fucked up so healing Griffith just means Griffith feels obligated to go back to self-destructively pursuing his dream, now with an incredibly powerful monster to help him take over Midland by force through inciting rebellion to make it possible. And apostle Guts is even more intensely obsessed with Griffith because he's the fixation he became a monster for, and Griffith is obsessed with Guts extra hard after the year of torture, and Guts is now sociopathic, and Griffith is super traumatized, and it's just a gigantic mess all around.

I have a more thorough write up of this idea here with a followup here if you're interested in more. It's less about the specifics of the magical healing and more about the fall-out of Griffith being fully healed after the year of torture.

Thanks for asking!

[meandmyechoes]

a word or two about Predecessors:

zendai lineup: Corsus - (Blue) - Papa Ran - Karras - Iroki

can they all henshin? Will Iroki henshin?

if they all henshin they can just be reverse colour scheme with the main suits (armor colour ↔ undersuit/cape colour)

otherwise, Corsus = silver/red; Blue = Cyan, Ran = Peach; Karras = Dark Purple; Iroki = Brown (ignoring cohesion)

technically though, the suit shouldn't change colour with different users (Imai-san, Ookuwagata SA is in the film, persumably as the user of gold Calibur)

basically zendai redblue would be like racules kagu and Iroki Karras hime rita but enemies and papa ran is happily married

Corsus is a copy of Racules but actually villainous (Mama Husty is dead.)

my image of Zendai Blue is Ryunosuke but sly (yankee yori yakuza). feels like he'd've a precious little girl somehow? (mom unknown of course)

Papa Ran being the mediator of the five

Karras and Iroki should be the black/purple dynamic we all thought at reveal? Feel like they'd hate each other's guts at first sight and hold an ongoing grudge for no reason

(i'm not sure how i feel about Iroki being married or not but it's so funny to substitute Amano-san as a trophy husband for now) it's still a children's show so i can't outright say she has a harem right

Shiron and Garren boasting their wives

The househusbands asking receipes from Mama Ran??

Mama Ran sharing medicinal soups with Shiron for his overworking stay-up-late wife :)

i think i read this hc elsewhere but it tracks that Shiron went to the same uni (aka the best one) as the Rans (they look like a college couple to me anyway)

Or maybe because they have a common friend in Papa Ran that Karras and Shiron met (at wedding cliche?)

god if Karras/Shiron had a procedural courtship

they all came to baby Himeno/Racules/Gira's public debut :') (first month/birthday/erabitori etc.)

Iroki has to love Racules with his proper princely manner (think the aunt that always pinch your cheeks)

Iroki being all mean in words to baby Himeno ("ara, what a scawny pet") but showers her with so much gifts so she can win the title of her favourite aunt

I don't think Rita's adoption would be a big celebration (if no dirty secrets covered) but just another bulletin. When Iroki found out she's glad she has another "scandal" against Karras and made sure to send a gigantic, extravagant gift at Zaiban Court's door (delivery fee paid by recipient)

This won't happened but if Iroki teased Rita with an embarrassing childhood episode and that's why they screamed in the trailer lol

Karras's disappearance happened after God's Fury and I'd imagine hers was one recognition Kaguragi's new government needed. How did she feel about it?

Unless Toufu's rebellion happened after Karras's disapearance and no proper recognition exists in the sense that none of the new kings' rule is solid yet

Else, how responsible did she feel in the short window when she was the only adult sovereign? (consider Corsus "fell victim" to God's Fury too)