#i need to stop speculating at stupid hours

[andr0nap-wf]

hello, it is i, andro after a nap with some corrections on my "deimos no longer spins on its axis" theory because i dont like spreading misinfo and dont want someone "um actually 🤓☝️"-ing me (jk youre more than welcome to correct me if you know more about this stuff)

ive woken up in cold sweat upon realizing i applied planet logic to a moon which uh,, doesnt make any sense. like at all

see if deimos was a planet, one side of it could be shrouded in eternal night by being tidally locked with the sun; which is different from not spinning as there still would be night and day but a "day" would take a full orbit around the sun.

tidal lock vs no tidal lock (or different axis rotation speed, which also works)

now, deimos is a moon orbiting a planet that orbits the sun, which means we have two points of rotation. three points? we should include the axis rotation too.

as far as im aware you cant be tidally locked to both.

like yeah we dont see mars set below the horizon and we always see the sunny side of it from deimos because this is a game. why would they make the skybox do that? like it would be cool but thats not where the budget is supposed to go.

this is a game and i dont have to overthink this but i already started this mess so i may as well see it to the end. i am sending this clown car off a cliff

but lets say we commit to the eternal night in the cambion drift bit because its cool as shit; how do we make it happen?

we could adjust its spin and tidally lock it to face away from the sun. the result? yippee! its eternal night! but watch out. our side of the planet is now a frozen wasteland also and mars disappears from the night sky regularly, plunging the drift into advanced darkness. fun! our little oopsie can be fixed by assuming infested deimos is capable of maintaining a stable body temperature and stop hell from freezing over. which is. uh. terrifying. really puts the "body" in "celestial body" huh? plus we already rely on fass and vome for a day-night circle

what else? well imagination and some logic are our limit. maybe the sun does shine on the drift but we dont see it because of the mass of infested flesh eclipsing half of the sky, giving an illusion of night. who knows!

so tldr: you cannot put the drift in permanent dark mode by making deimos stop spinning around its axis because its a moon that orbits a planet that orbits the sun.

Ok, but now youve really piqued my interest. What do you think Deimos looked like pre-infestation? And, yknow what? Even if you dont yet have the skill to draw it well, do it! Make a shitty landscape sketch of the Son of Mars, the personification of terror himself!

ohboy this ask activated my worldbuilding worms.. probably not that different from how it looks now:

a barren stony wasteland.

except it used to have 30 hour days. i say "used to" bc it seems deimos stopped spinning over time (possibly due to the infestation tearing it apart and making it lose momentum), locking our part of the moon in permanent night. which is. bonkers to think about.

limited terraforming couldve been done since it seems like it served as a research facility outpost for the entrati first and a home second, so just enough has been done to sustain life (which might be even limited to the region around the necralisk, who knows).

they mightve introduced pioneer organisms:

simple, resilient flora like grasses, mosses and shrubbery (like the blue plants we see by the necralisk entrance. the wiki speculates they might be remnants of the original vegetation which i like)

and a small selection of animals: insects, fish and pre-infestation variants of the vulpa, preda and avichaea to propel and maintain the ecosystem.

which can give us a barren, desert-like biome:

think nevada desert but in space? i guess? the grass is supposed to be tiny shrubs but i am not drawing those sorry

besides that we also have plenty of entrati ruins littering the plateau:

like remnants of a suspended road system.

the buildings(?) that housed the requiem obelisks

and other facilities (some of which seem to have collapsed below the surface and lead into the iso vaults)

so i came up with this messy thing thats mostly headcanon, speculation and wild guesses based on what we can find around the necralisk and what i think is cool:

(inclusion of the garden based on sons dialogue (iykyk), attached to the necralisk for convenience. with extra roads. for convenience)

this was fun to brainstorm and i had the game open in the bg while drawing to make sure i got things semi-accurately. im not trusting everythings position on the landscape 100% since a lot seems to have shifted around or is like. missing completely (the roads that lead off the plateau and into the infested abyss. fun!) which imply that the drift used to be bigger before the infestation tore it apart

thanks for the question! i hope this was... helpful? insightful? a fascinating glimpse into my sleep deprived and overthinking mind because i pulled an all-nighter for this and am going to bed now?

[wlntrsldler]

well now that you let the angst monster peek out… can we have a luke and five star argument that happens while she’s visiting that leaves everyone tense and forcing them to make up, or smth along those lines?? i need more of their angst it’s too good 😁🙏

song: i choose you by kiana lede

"what do you want me to do, five star?" luke asked, trailing behind you. you both just entered the concert venue for their second album's listening session. the event was starting in a few hours and it was a struggle to sneak in through the back without any of the fans noticing you.

"do not call me that right now," you hissed, marching over to the back exit.

"fuck, are you serious? can you just-- stop walking so fast!" luke picked up his pace and planted his feet in front of you. he looked at you in disbelief as you crossed your arms over your chest with your lips in a pout. you tried to look at anything but him. "what do you want me to do, huh? you don't want people to know about us, which is fine! i'm good with that, but i can't control what people say about me. i can't control that they're speculating things. you know they're not true!"

you were being stubborn. you knew this. it wasn't luke's fault that someone named him as their celebrity crush and that the poisoned mercury fans were shipping them now. it wasn't his fault that your tiktok page was just edits of your boyfriend and the gorgeous, beautiful, singer. she didn't know luke was in a relationship. she didn't even know you existed.

outside of yours and luke's immediate circles, nobody knew. the long-distance thing was a blessing in disguise while you two hid your relationship from the public. no paparazzi pictures. no fan sightings.

"i don't know, okay?" you groaned, rubbing your face with your hands. "i don't know what i want right now."

"it looks like you wanna leave," luke clenched his jaw, gesturing to the door you were racing towards. "is that what you wanna do?"

you looked at him, hard and cold, "maybe i do."

luke scoffed, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue, trying to hide the hurt in his face. he shook his head, an empty smile appearing on his lips, "fine. go, then."

around the corner, the boys and clarisse watched in silence. they were startled by the sound of you and luke arguing. you weren't yelling at each other, but the tone of your voices were rough. they'd never heard you guys like this before.

you and luke always spoke in hushed whispers with each other. sickeningly loving voices that were reserved for each other. the boys often joked about throwing up every time you and luke shared a kiss in front of them, but they loved seeing the two of you in love. so seeing you guys argue was something they weren't prepared for.

sure, couples argue and they fight, they weren't stupid enough to think that you two didn't do that, but you two always seemed to work it out. neither of you have ever left each other like this.

connor turned to clarisse when you walked out of the venue, slamming the door behind you as you left the building, "well, shit."

"what do we do?" travis questioned, panic in his eyes. "we have a gig in a few and luke is supposed to be singing these love songs he wrote about the girl who just left."

"dude. that's the last thing that should be on your mind," chris smacked him on the arm, "they just got in a fight."

"come on, it's luke and y/n. they're not gonna break up," he replied nonchalantly, "they're meant to be. i'm not worried about them."

"i am," clarisse mumbled. the boys all turned to look at her. "i-i've never seen her like this."

the boys were close, of course, they were, but they didn't always talk about relationships like this. they only knew about the surface-level things about your relationship because luke wasn't one to gush about the details of it. but if clarisse, who knew more about your side of the story, says that they should be worried, then maybe they should be.

before any of them could reply, luke walked by the group, grumbling and visibly upset. he collapsed on the couch with a thud and glared at them, "what?"

"are we gonna ignore the fucking elephant in the room?" travis asked, quirking an eyebrow. he motioned to the area where luke was previously standing, "what the fuck was that?"

"i'm not in the mood, stoll."

"you need to be more empathetic, bro," connor sighed, placing a hand on the older stoll's back.

"hey, none of you keep me for my empathy," travis shrugged, sitting beside luke. he nudged him with his elbow, trying to get him to crack a smile, "you keep me for my innate ability to kill it on the drums and for my humor. oh! and my killer looks, how can i forget that?"

luke snorted, letting out a dry laugh. he shoved travis playfully, easing his shoulders, "you're terrible."

"you guys okay?" clarisse piped in, standing beside chris. she reached for his hand to anchor her. "that seemed intense."

"i don't know," luke chewed on his bottom lip, "she's mad that fans are shipping me with some actress that said i was her celebrity crush, but i don't know what to do about it."

"oh, i've seen those edits," she cringed, sending luke a sad smile. "they're everywhere right now."

"clar, i don't know what i'm supposed to do here," luke was out of ideas. he propped his elbows on his knees, leaning forward. "she doesn't want people to know about us, which is fair. i get it. i'm fine with keeping it under wraps for now because i also don't want the media in my personal business and i don't wanna subject her to that. but like-- what am i supposed to do? i can't control what people make up online."

"yeah that's fair," she mused. she paused for a second. "did she ever tell you about the guy who asked her out to his frat formal?"

"yeah," luke mumbled, "la rue, if your goal was to get me madder, it's working because i distinctly remember telling five star that i would fly to north carolina to punch that guy square in the jaw."

"calm down," she laughed, "but you know how you're feeling right now? that's how y/n feels, but like a hundred times more. imagine people telling you that your girlfriend would be perfect with some other guy, who probably would make more sense for her. he goes to her school, he's attractive-- their relationship would make sense."

"y/n has to deal with having to share you with the world, luke. and it's not your fault and she wouldn't trade what you guys have for anything, but having to see people talk about her boyfriend being perfect with someone else? i dunno," she shrugged, looking at chris. chris held her hand tighter. she turned to luke again, "i would probably react the same way as her."

"oh," luke conceded. "just curious, what was the guy's name?"

"y/n didn't even bother getting his name," clarisse said. "she just said no and walked away. then she called you because she missed you."

"get your ass up and get your girl, castellan," travis pushed luke off the couch.

luke didn't need to be told twice. he opened the door, craning his head left and right to look for you. he saw you leaning against the wall, a familiar device in your hand. you exhaled, smoke escaping your parted lips, walking over to him.

luke met you halfway, pulling you to his body when he got close enough. he placed a kiss on the crown of your head, "don't like it when we fight."

"i don't either," you mumbled, gripping him tightly, "i'm sorry. i shouldn't have taken it out on you."

"you know there's nobody else for me, yeah?"

"no, i know," you pulled away from him a tiny bit, but luke wasn't having it. he wrapped his arms around your waist to keep you from taking a step back. you looked up at him, feeling vulnerable, "it's just getting to me, i think. it's hard to be unphased when everyone wants your boyfriend."

"fuck everyone else," luke hummed, placing a soft kiss on your lips. your lips molded together perfectly. "want you. only you. next time you're feeling this way, tell me, okay? i can think of so many better ways than fighting to reassure you of how i feel."

you giggled, trailing kisses on his jawline, "i can think of a few ways right now."

he pulled out his phone, turning to face you with a mischievous glint in his eyes, "we got a three hours. how many ways do you think we can do?"

--

"so this song is not on the album," luke started, taking his mic off the stand. the crew rushed over to switch to the acoustic set. his eyes found yours in the small crowd. you furrowed your eyebrows in a questioning manner. "but we wanted to give you guys a surprise song at this listening session."

travis got situated on his acoustic drum set, sending luke a thumbs up. the rest of the boys sat on the stools in front of the crowd. cheers erupted from the group you and clarisse sat with, all buzzing with excitement that they were getting an unreleased song.

"i wrote this song a few weeks ago and we haven't gotten the chance to record it so it may be rough," luke laughed into the mic, eyes not leaving yours. "but i wrote this song about a girl that i met last summer. and... well, i'll let the song speak for itself. this is 'i choose you.' hope you like it."

[newtonsheffield]

Molly…what happens when Kate sees Anthony the next day? I suspect an angsty conversation on the drive to the children’s hospital. How does Kate come to realize that Anthony wants more than just a short term, secret affair? Does she feel the same and she’s afraid to tell him because let’s face it…signing up for a royal life is in many ways a huge sacrifice and maybe she’s convinced he won’t think she’s worth it?

Oh it’s pretty tense. Mostly because they’d sort of agreed like a month or two before that night that they weren’t really seeing over people. It’s a relationship, at least in Kate’s eyes. She describes herself as Seeing Someone. when she first met Michael she didn’t feel single and she told him she wasn’t and now it feels like her and Anthony are fighting and she doesn’t know why. She hasn’t done anything. And it just… feels like it had started to with James. She’d stayed with him for years too long anyway but she’d started to realise that he didn’t actually like her. Or he did, but only enough to tolerate her. What he really liked was the attention he got from the rumours that swirled around them. The speculation of an engagement that she knew was never coming. Or rather she’d known she’d never accept. He’d never even met her parents. She hadn’t wanted him to. He’d loved the idea of being the boyfriend of a future queen much more than he’d liked her. Kate.

And maybe, no matter how different Anthony seemed from him; He was losing interest as well.

He bowed when she exited the house, the car already on the drive, “Your highness.”

“Good morning, Anthony.” He opened the car door for her to slide in and she cleared her throat as she put the screen up between the driver and herself, “Anthony could you sit in with me please? We need to review the plan.”

It was unfair of her, she knew, to force him to talk to her when he clearly wanted nothing to do with her. But she didn’t want to keep feeling like this. She’d missed him last night, when she’d gone home and taken off the stupid lingerie she’d bought with him in mind and gone to bed early, an eye mask on that made her feel no better.

Anthony inclined his head again, and slipped into the car beside her, clearing his throat as the car pulled away, “We’re scheduled for about two hours, but I know you’ll want to be-”

“I don’t want to talk about that.”

Anthony swallowed, “I’m sorry, I didn’t go home with you last night.”

Kate rolled her eyes, “I’m not mad we didn’t have sex. I’m mad because it feels like we’ve had an argument and I don’t know what the fuck I did.”

Anthony pinched the bridge of his nose and his fingers twitched beside her when she tried to lay her hand over his, “I… I don’t know. I saw you with… that Prince, Stirling. And I… I don’t know.”

Kate’s stomach dropped, “Okay, well, nothing’s going on between Michael and me.”

“But your parents wish there was.”

“He has a girlfriend in the city. That’s why he keeps coming back. He and I are friends.”

Anthony froze, “A girlfriend?”

“Yes, he has a girlfriend. And He knows that you and I…” She wasn’t sure how to categorize them. They hadn’t.

“He knows about us?”

“Yes, he doesn’t care, we’re just hanging out.”

Anthony nodded slowly, swallowing, “Well, your parents still don’t know so it doesn’t matter.”

“Is that what you want? You want me to tell them?” She was surprised how eager she was to do it. If that’s what he wanted, She was ready to start the process of him being presented as her partner. Even though she knew what it would mean. They’d be expected to marry in due course. She’d been with James for years and the official palace line had been that they were “Spending time together” Another thing he’d grown impatient with. But for Anthony she would do it.

“I don’t… know. No.”

“Because you aren’t sure about me?” It would be better to know. She’d rather know now and spend the weekend with tears rolling down her face

“Because I’m not ready for this to be over.”

The car pulled to a stop and before Kate could say anything, Anthony had thrown open the car door and was waiting for her outside.

[dreamingcloudie]

I just want to thank you for feeding us with the best dottore fics

i have a stupid request but i like it ,dottore's segments are fighting over you until omega comes and steals you most of time from them which change the fight over your attention from prime and the segments to prime and omega, and the poor segments waiting for you to remember them

❛❛ Learn To Share ❜❜

✎ ❛❛ It's my turn to be with them now. ❜❜

Pairing(s): Dottore (& his segments) x GN!Reader

Genre/Format: Fluff (oneshot)

Warning(s): Use of Dottore's (speculated) real name

wc: ~2.3k

Notes: Aww no problem at all!!! I enjoy feeding you guys with what I'm able to give ^^ Also love this idea, Dottore's segments are muwah 💕 And I didn't expect this fic to be this long lol. I'm sorry if the ending is sloppy ^^;

“Hey, (Y/n)! I have to work on an assignment Prime gave me. Do you think you can accompany me?”

“No way! They’ve been with you for like three hours yesterday! I barely got an hour with them!”

“As if an hour wasn’t enough! I got only thirty minutes before Prime took them away!”

“You guys got to spend time with them?”

You sighed and leaned against a wall as you watched the segments argue. You were only here to give them their afternoon tea and snacks since they’ve been working non-stop lately, and you wanted to reward them somehow. But here they were fighting over who got to spend time with you.

Again.

You loved them, you really do. They were preserved as different stages of your lover, after all. They could be the sweetest little beans known to man-kind but when the topic was about you, oh dear. May you pray to the gods above all hell would not break loose. It would feel like a bunch of puppies barking, threatening to sink their teeth into other’s necks as they fight over a toy in a playpen.

“Come on, guys! Have some pity on me, will you? I didn’t even get to talk to them at all this week!”

As soon as Beta said that, all the other segments snapped their heads to him with a glare and collectively yelled.

“NO.”

Poor Beta, you wondered why the others were mad at him…

Oh right, he was accused of eating the entire bag of gummy bears you made just for them last week.

“It wasn’t even me who ate them!” Beta tried to defend himself.

“You were last seen with them, so don’t bother trying to clear your name, traitor!”

As they continued to yell their lungs out, Omega entered the lab and grunted to himself, “Idiots fighting with their loud mouths again…”

From his right, he could hear sounds of shuffling. The scowl on his face turned into a gleeful grin when he spotted you.

Without making too much noise to alarm the other segments of his presence, he tiptoed over to you and whispered, “Let’s get you out of here, dear.”

Then he gently took a hold of your hand, leading you to the exit before opening the door for the both of you to get out. As you stepped out of the lab, the last thing you heard before the doors fully shut was:

“I’m just saying! Do you have any idea how lucky you were to have them to yourself for an hour?!”

“Theta got three hours! And— wait a minute, where did (Y/n) go—”

Click.

When the doors closed, Omega started to sprint down the hallway with your hand still in his as someone barged the doors open again while yelling. Before slowing down a little, he made sure you were a great distance away from the lab and came to a rest, letting you take a moment of breather from all that running.

“Thank— thank you for saving me back there, Omega,” you thanked him, still catching your breath.

He chuckled and waved his hand slightly.

“No need, my dear. Say, I don’t suppose you would be free right now?” He asked.

It went unnoticed by you, but his shoulders slumped subtly. With how tight everyone’s work schedule has been lately, he expected yours would be the same. Leaving no time for you to spare for him.

You tapped your chin and thought about your schedule. Zandik had a meeting to attend today and he wouldn't be back for at least a few hours. And you've already finished your work for today.

Smiling a little, you responded, “Yup! I’m free right now.”

Upon hearing your answer, his body felt as if it was suddenly full of energy again. If he were a puppy, you'd see him wagging his tail back and forth excitedly.

"Excellent! Well then, care to have a… little pastry date with me, darling?" Taking your hand once more into his and kissing it on the back.

You giggled at his suggestion of pastries. Of course he would pick that. Just like Prime and the other segments, all of them had a sweet tooth. Though, they wouldn't be caught dead with it, worrying it would ruin their reputation of being "fearsome" somehow (his segments' words).

Well, you were craving for something sweet and it certainly has been a while since you've last had some. And eating them with Omega as well? Sounds like a pretty nice date!

You nodded your head in response, feeling a little giddy to go on this little date with him. As much as you loved Zandik, you wanted the segments to have a chance of getting your affection too. The last time you've spent any actual time with Omega was… when was it?

Oh well, all the more the reason to go with him.

Every segment has their own little room and Omega brought you to his before going to the counter from the shared kitchen to grab some pastries.

Macarons… Some pretzels… An apple pie... And of course, his favorite—cinnamon rolls. For good measure, he also took the bag he had hidden away in the cupboard with him. Now that he had gotten everything, he hurried back to his room.

Wouldn't want to keep his darling waiting now, would he?

When he entered, he noticed you were already sitting on one of the chairs, pouring some tea into your cups. He went over to the table and set down the plates filled with baked goods.

The both of you began to chat away as he sat down, taking his time to bask himself in your presence. Enjoying this sweet moment that he wished to have with you.

Half way during your little chat with him, he took out a bag from his pocket and you felt like you've seen it before…

"Wait, isn't that the bag of gummies I made for you guys? I thought Beta ate them all?"

All you got from him was a sly grin and him lifting up a finger to where his nose was, motioning you to not speak of this with the others.

You gasped and lightly hit his arm, earning a groan from him.

"Omega! Poor Beta was accused of eating all of them! Oh, you're going to apologize to everyone whether you like it or not."

"But—"

"No buts."

---

Zandik came out of the meeting room with an irritated sigh.

Those lousy idiots…

Childe and Scaramouche wouldn't stop trying to slit each other's throat; Columbina kept laughing while Arlecchino reprimanded the duo to stop bantering; Pantalone made getting funds from him difficult.

Meanwhile, the remaining Harbingers were the only ones that actually took the meeting seriously. Including himself, of course.

"Imbeciles…" He mumbled under his breath.

Finally, after sitting in there concealing the urge to kill everyone right on the spot, he got to see his lovely (Y/n) again.

He went to the places where he thought you'd be in search for you, but to no avail.

He knew you were free today, he was the one who gave you your work schedule, after all. If you weren't working nor in the bedroom. Where could you be?

At the lab with his segments, perhaps? He knew how they'd always find an excuse to be with you when he was not available.

He made his way to the laboratory and to his surprise, there were no signs of you.

"Where's (Y/n)?" He asked.

The segments answered either saying "Don't know" or shrugging their shoulders. What was noticeable about them was that they looked down.

Hm… so (Y/n) hasn't been in here for long. He thought.

Where were you then?

He was walking around the places where he might find you again when he heard a familiar laugh, accompanied by another one which sounded almost exactly like his, coming from one of the segments' rooms.

More specifically—Omega's.

Found you.

He didn't bother knocking as he opened the door. Revealing Omega sitting across you with some whip cream stains around his mouth, while you were trying your hardest to not laugh at how it made him look like he had a mustache.

However, you stopped what you were doing when you noticed Zandik standing at the doorway.

"Ah, so that's where you are, darling."

He walked leisurely to where you sat, giving you a side hug and a kiss on the top of your head.

"Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Mhm!"

"Good. Now that I'm back from that excuse of a meeting; I was hoping we could… be in each other's arms for a while." He said, taking a glance at his segment.

Even with his mask on, he could feel Omega glaring at him.

"Of course! I've missed you…" You stood up and gave Zandik a peck on his cheek.

You waved a goodbye to Omega as Zandik wrapped his arm around you, leading you out of the room after saying:

"Thank you for keeping them company, Omega."

With a huff, he crossed his arms.

"Whatever." Saddened at the loss of you.

Although his loyalty lies within Prime, much like the other segments, he was utterly jealous of how Prime always got you to himself. He couldn't help but wanted to go against his master.

He knew Prime wouldn't decommission him since he was the most advanced model among the other segments. Only a fool would do that, and Prime was no fool.

Cogs and gears began to spin in his head as he formulated a plan, to break the rules his creator set out for him. Just so he could have you again.

He longed for you.

He yearned for you.

He wanted you.

---

Some time has passed since you hung out with Omega. You were not a hundred percent certain, but you were very sure he had been a bit more… needy lately.

It was quite a change in his personality, since he preferred to be alone majority of the time. You'd think an error appeared in his system but was quickly assured by himself that he just wanted to show his appreciation for you.

More often than not, he'd come by to sneak you away when the segments started arguing. Leaving them confused as to why did you disappear or where have you gone to.

All the while laughing to himself internally at how idiotic they were for giving him an opportunity to snatch you away.

Now that the other segments had gone out of his way, all that was left was Prime…

---

Zandik would notice the sudden behavior change in Omega, like how he had been sticking by your side a little more than usual. He didn't think much of it in the beginning. He himself was busy with work and thought you just wanted some company.

Though, it was starting to bother him when Omega received more attention than he did. You were just chilling with Zandik as he did his paperwork when Omega came in and sat on the empty chair next to yours, laying his head in your lap while you played with his hair. Making comments on how fluffy his hair was.

I have fluffy hair too. Zandik thought. Not that he’d admit it out loud, but he wanted to feel your delicate fingers to run though his hair as well. To give him your undivided attention. He couldn’t take it anymore when he heard you laughing at an anecdote Omega shared.

“Omega, I believe I assigned a task for you to finish. Why are you here?” Zandik asked, his voice was low and there was an underlying annoyance to it.

“Well, Prime, I’ve already completed it. The procedure of testing the new serum went well, may I add.” The sides of his mouth lifted a little.

Oh he knew Prime was mad, he could tell when he saw the hand holding a pen tightened its grip.

“Is that so…” Zandik gritted his teeth.

You could feel it, the familiar tension you’d also sense when the segments argue. However, this time it felt as if it was more palpable.

Not again.

For the next few days, their little fights were bearable. Omega would steal you from Prime and vice versa. When that happened, they’d glare at each other without you knowing. Though, things would gradually get more… verbal and they didn't bother hiding it.

“Hello, my dear. How would you like to join me for lunch today?”

“My apologies, Omega, but I’ve already asked them to join me beforehand.” Zandik came up behind you.

"Oh pardon me, I didn't acknowledge that being with them everyday is not enough for you." Omega scoffed.

"You are pushing me to my limits with your behavior, Omega."

Oh no.

They looked like they were about to pounce on each other. You've never seen a fight gotten out of hand like this before. Not even with the other segments.

Before a physical fight broke out between the two, you managed to put a stop to it.

"Okay, okay, that's enough for the both of you."

They stepped back at your interference.

"What in Teyvat is going on with the two of you?"

"He started it." They said at the same time, pointing at each other.

"It?" You asked.

"He has been hogging you to himself for far too long! Getting even just a fraction of your attention is hard." Omega complained.

"Why of course I'd be with them everyday. They are my lover for life." Zandik retaliated.

"You guys are fighting over nothing! If it's my attention that you wanted you could've just asked! And you need to learn how to share."

---

And that's how you ended up here, laying on the bed with your two giant teddy bears who were hungry for your attention, hugging each of your arms.

The very first lesson to learn how to share.

However, you felt like you've forgotten something at the back of your mind…

What was it?

---

Bonus:

“Hey, guys? Where did (Y/n) go? It’s been too long since I’ve last seen them…” Delta whined, hugging a shark plushie you made for him.

“I don’t know. I haven’t seen them either…” Theta sighed.

[lemotmo]

apparently some BT fan on Twitter sent Tim some 18 minute video on BT and string theory and some stupid shit for a couple that doesn’t even have 5 minutes of screen time and he shared it so now people are giving up not realizing Tim is an agent of chaos.

Hi Nonny. I have received about 8 asks about this in the last couple of hours. I have decided to only answer yours because you are the one who seems to know the most of what actually happened.

Okay, apparently I -once again- will have to take a couple of minutes from my precious fandom life to address something that isn't even worth addressing in the first place.

But fine. Whatever.

There is only two episodes left this season. Of course the showrunners want to create as much buzz around this as they can. They want people talking and speculating about the show and the ships. It generates engagement and views and that is the one thing they are after.

Someone sent Tim this video and he was most likely charmed that a fan took the time to make a long video about something he created, so he shared it. He is known to react to messages sent by fans, so nothing new there. But of course, it also has the added benefit that it creates extra buzz for the last two episodes.

Do I have to remind people that Tim willingly shared the 'Vertigo' poster as well? That one was Buddie positive. Now he has shared something that is more Buck/Tommy positive. He is simply trying to engage fandom.

Thirdly, I haven't seen the video myself, nor do I feel the need to go look for it. But apparently the cover of that video is something like: Did 911 find the perfect match for Buck? (the question mark being very obvious) Nowhere on that cover do they talk about Buck/Tommy. (Someone correct me if I'm wrong though.)

It is an interesting question to ask the shippers in general. Did he find his perfect match in Tommy? Or maybe... it's Eddie after all? It riles up both sides equally.

So Tim is once again trolling the fandom. He does this once in a while. I wouldn't put too much stock in it. It's all fun to speculate about, but everything has been filmed already. He has known for a while now where Buck's story is going and I wouldn't be surprised that it eventually collides with Eddie's story. They were always destined to meet somewhere in the middle. Why would anyone give up on them when we are so close? I'm not giving up. Are you giving up? Why on Earth would you do that?

In conclusion: Tim's mind works in mysterious ways. So let's all just sit back, relax and see what plays out on our TV-screens. I, for one, am excited for the last two episodes of the season.

So everyone please stop worrying so much over things you can't control anyway. None of this really means anything. The only thing that matters is what we will see in these last episodes. Just enjoy the show and keep on speculating, because that's what makes fandom a great place to spend time in.

[bangtannism]

Some jkkrs here are still think that jk's leaked video was fake and it wasn't him. I mean too many coincidences happened in that video...the lights, the couch, the apartment walls, bam, his haircut. Too many things.

And the biggest one i think...when jk came live right after the video leaked and cursed those stalkers saying...they are still waiting in front of his house...and just to go away.

I know it basically proves nothing but it's also a very odd coincidence that he came live right after the leak and called out the stalkers saying they were "STILL" here.

All of this combine is too hard to ignore and say "oh it was a fake video!!" "The man was just playing as jk" " they created the fake apartment " "maybe he doesn't even know about the video" "it already proved it was fake ".

Proved where?? Just cz he said he doesn't have a girlfriend bcz he's busy and not in need of any gf RIGHT NOW and just wants to focus on his career... doesn't mean he hadn't any months before. This proves nothing.

He could've denied it...you know...he came live so many times even when he was getting busy but he didn't. He called out to those stupid fans too who were sending food at his apartment...he called out to those who were secretly filming him when he was boxing saying "I'm human too"..but not this??

He could've denied this too if it wasn't actually him. I mean... If it was fake.... what's the problem if he denies it??? He has the full right to deny if it involves him in some false video especially when it looks like it involves his apartment/home too.

The problem is when he doesn't acknowledge it all. Then people start to speculate.

OR he doesn't acknowledge it cz he knew it was definitely him and he doesn't want to straight up lie to his fans and lose a bunch of them...so he kept his mouth absolutely shut and just offered "i don't have a gf right NOW" .

Smart move i must say.

damn no one ever just stops by to say hello, huh.

i have no clue why you came to me with this topic of discussion suddenly, but i'm not really interested in who believes or doesn't believe it was jk and what they think that means for his relationships.

the conversation about that video was beaten to death within hours of its release and i feel no need to resuscitate it.

[halfbakedideas]

i can hold my breath, i've been doing it since he left

After Aziraphale leaves, Crowley does a lot of waiting. And drinking.

Notes:

EDIT: changed the title from 'curse the wind, fan the flames, yell 'till your lungs are drained' (Quiet Company by Jack Harris).

CW for alcohol and a character being drunk. Do I still need to warn for 02x06 spoilers or has it been long enough now? This is essentially just word vomit on one speculation I had for Crowley post-season 2 & written during one of my writing classes. Figured I might as well post this otherwise it’ll just rot in my drive forever.

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—x—x—x—

Crowley sits slumped over at a bar. Beer cans, whiskey glasses, and even a couple of empty wine glasses forming a barrier around him.

The barkeep had started shooting him worried looks when he finishes a second handle’s worth of whiskey after about three beers and two glasses of wine, and was still (mostly) upright.

It takes a lot of alcohol to get someone of angel stock properly sloshed. But when Crowley has spent more of the last eleven months with some form of alcohol in him than sober, that doesn’t really mean anything.

A glass of red wine rests in his hand, still filled a quarter of the way. He didn’t care enough to know which one when he’d gotten the barkeeper to pour him another glass.

Crowley raises the glass to his lips and takes a swig. A drop of wine traces its way down his chin. He wipes it away with a hand. He nearly knocks an abandoned whiskey glass clean off the table when he sets it down.

“Alright, I think that’s enough for you,” the barkeep speaks up, stepping towards the demon. Her hand is outstretched as if she plans to take the wine glass out of his hands.

“Nuh — not yet, not even drunk yet,” he slurs. He waves a hand in her direction to make her forget about what she had just been about to do and the events of the last two hours too. Whoops.

He drinks some more wine and manages not to spill any of it this time.

By the time the bar closes half an hour later — or is it fifteen minutes? He hats that particular stretch of time: fifteen minutes — Crowley is still upright and on his feet, by the sheer force of a demonic miracle.

‘On his feet’ does not automatically mean ‘able to walk in a straight line’.

The demon makes his way down the street, the path in front of him swimming.

He believes that he is going to make it back to his flat without becoming a serpent-shaped pancake on the pavement, so he would. More or less.

Logically, the smart thing would have been to miracle all of the alcohol out of his bloodstream before he left the bar. But the thought had occurred to him when he first started doing this, and it had been quickly dismissed. He isn’t going to change his mind now, eight months later.

Existence is so much easier to deal with like this; being too drunk to be able to think straight means that he doesn’t have to think. Thinking is overrated anyway.

Surprisingly, this much alcohol in him keeps him from doing something stupid like yelling in the vague direction of the sky. Would he be yelling at Aziraphale or God, he isn’t sure. Or go charging into the elevator to do something phenomenally stupider.

Alcohol certainly makes passing the time easier. Makes it pass quicker. Makes waiting less boring.

That’s what he has been doing for the last eleven months, waiting. Because, after the initial shock and heartbreak wore off, Crowley choose to believe that Aziraphale hasn’t truly abandoned him for Heaven. That he took the Supreme Archangel position because he has a plan, whatever it could be.

He isn’t quite sure what he would do if the opposite turned out to be true.

Die, probably.

So Crowley holds onto that flicker of hope (You’re a demon, demons don’t get to hope. Stop that.) and resigns himself to waiting.

But it is in times like this, the very very early hours of the morning when he is staggering off back to his flat or over to his bed, that hope starts to wane. When the ‘what ifs’ begin to creep in.

What if Aziraphale doesn’t have a plan or isn’t going to come back to Earth (and Crowley) again? What if he stays up there forever? What if the angel has forgotten about him?

He will either find out or spend eternity waiting. Some days he isn’t sure which is worse.

Crowley has just climbed into the Bentley when a flicker of light catches his eye. And there is a see-through version of Aziraphale sitting in the passenger’s seat beside him. Turned towards him slightly with his mouth open as if he’s about to say something.

Not this again.

“Know you’re not really here, so fuck off,” he tells the hallucination.

“Crowley…“ Whatever the hallucination is about to say next gets cut off.

“No. Don’t care. You aren’t real, anyway,”

The Bentley pulls out of the parking space and onto the road. It takes off in the direction of Crowley’s flat faster than an eighty-year-old car should have been able to. Crowley doesn’t see the sad expression that ghosted over the hallucination’s face before it vanishes from the passenger’s seat.

This is something that has started happening whenever the demon thinks too hard about what ifs and Aziraphale, a hallucination of the angel would appear.

When it had first appeared, it scared the wits out of Crowley (not that he would ever admit that to anyone) who had been in the middle of a Golden Girls marathon. He yelled at the hallucination for nearly fifteen whole minutes before he realised he wasn’t yelling at the real Aziraphale. That had made him yell some more, just in the direction of Heaven instead.

The next day plays out much like every day before it had. Crowley wakes to find himself very much, disappointingly sober but with a ridiculous headache. The cure, which he decided upon months ago, was to get up and go drink some more.

It wasn’t like he has much else to do. Hell stopped giving him any assignments after Armageddon’t and stopped communicating with him at all as of eleven months ago.

So all he has left is an indeterminate amount of waiting.

—x—x—x—

End notes:

Is Crowley really hallucinating Aziraphale, or is it something else entirely?

[f1a1w1n]

Centre of it all (Cal Kestis x (f!) reader)

Part one

Summary: You, a jedi hides on the most remote plant in the galaxy. No one can find you, or so you think. Enemies to lovers, Friends to lovers etc.

Word count: 1k

Warnings: none

Authors note: I'm writing a new fic. if you have any ideas pls tell me, comment or tel me in the google form at the bottom. love ya pls enjoy

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Rain. 

A stupid amount of rain. Not that it bothered you particularly or anything, its just your speeder was rusted at this point and left at home, and you were so used to the dry weather and walking everywhere that it had become a habit to walk to the market whenever you needed anything. 

It was a small town that you lived on the outskirts of, on a small planet, in a small system on the outer rim of the galaxy. The town you live in was mainly made of wet grey bricks -now covered in blooming green moss. You stand on the steps of a small grocer, a small shel of wet rock your only cover. The grocer - if you can even call it that, it's just old Syue with her imports and exports of the week, sometimes it's fresh produce and sometimes it's best to stick to the non-perishables. 

As you wait foolishly for the rain to stop you think back to two weeks ago - a strange disturbance in the force, something bright, energetic… terrifying. The small planet was your only refuge, growing tired of moving around - this small gem was your lifeline in a never ending cesspool of politics. That presence in the force was alluring to you, your mind constantly flicking back to it. What was it? 

“Fuck it.” You say. You bolt down the street, groceries clutched in hand. You turn the corner ducking under cover whenever you can. Eventually you reached your small house, on the very edge of town. Surrounded by foliage and dense grass your house stood defiantly against the rain, brave little thing. 

You kick off your shoes and dump the groceries on the counter. You squeeze out as much water from your hair as you can. You glance at the clock. 

“Ugh.” It was time for work. I mean as bad as jobs go, this wasn’t the worst. You can’t really find jobs as a jedi can you? No - you can’t, and working as a waitress isn’t horrible?

Your blanket and pillows still remain on the floor from when you had fallen out of bed this morning, a vivid dream burned into your eyes. A bright red energy in a field of dull grey reaching out to you. “No” you say in your dream. The red energy creeps forward. “Who are you?” No reply. Suddenly the energy takes a vague form, it's a man. You can barely hear him say something. “Pardon?” you say. 

“...who are you…” you barely catch the man say - then all of a sudden you flung from your dream and you wake up on your floor. 

Dreams like this have been clouding your mind for months now. You're barely getting any quality sleep.

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Jido Kara’s Tavern

For the most part, this evening was the busiest shift you had seen in a long time. Practically the whole town was there. You speculate its cause of the most recent import of alcohol, courtesy of Old Syue.

Wring the rag between your hands as you sit down your boss sits next to you.

“Why don’t you call off early? Rica is coming in to cover your shift.”

“Okay, sure. I’ll just get a drink first.”

He gives you a pat on the back and waddles off to the back. A game of sport is playing on the tiny tv at one side of the bar - close to the door where everyone is huddled. Cries of yay’s and boo’s chorus through the bar as the town's favourite team play. Obviously, you choose the opposite end of the bar to sit. The bartender, Deonor, pours you a drink and winks.

“On the house.” 

You smile gratefully, unable to make small talk. He doesn’t chide you for it. What seems like an hour goes by when you occasionally look at the game and sipping at your drink. Deonor refills it. Then suddenly you see a head of red hair poke through the crowd which surrounds the small tv. He boo’s and cheers with the rest of the group. You wave Deonor over. 

“Do you know that guy?” You carefully point to him. 

Deonor thinks for a second. “Hm yeah, he’s new. He’s been coming in for the last two weeks getting drinks if I remember correctly.”

“Oh right.” You say as nonchalantly as possible.

“Why?”

“Oh, no reason, just curious.” You say lost in thought. Why does he feel familiar? You can’t help but stare at the back of his head. Maybe if you stare long enough you’ll know. 

“I think he was looking for someone.” Deonor says. But you barely hear him, too intent on this man’s familiarity. 

“Uh huh.” you say, taking another sip of your drink. You can barely make out his face, only his hair is visible over the small ground of sports enthusiasts. 

“I think he was looking for you.” Deonor says. 

You almost spit out your drink. “I’m sorry what?” just as you say this you lock eyes with the man. You can almost feel your face flush as his bright eyes scan your face. But just as quickly as he looked at you, you turned around and high-tail for the back exit. 

“Wait” the man says over the crowd. 

You ignore him speed walking back home. Why did he feel so familiar? Just to be sure you reach out with the force scanning the crowd and sure enough, a bright red presence at the centre of it all.

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[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

A storm is brewing and since I'm stuck indoors, I thought I could have some fun. Big emphasis on fun, for my sake and everyone else's. Please. So, without prolonging this too much, I'm down for some theories and speculations today and when I do it, either call me Columbo or a clown, but what's important is that I do it in style.

I've observed that these days, some idols have been a bit careless with their watches. Are they using them simply as expensive accesories? Do they need to know the time or they have their managers to do that for them? Oh, to live an idol lifestyle....nothing but idleness, right?

Or is it? The suspects today are Park Jimin, Choi Minho and Lee Taemin. My assistant to this case @peppertaemint and her reliable sources brought to my attention something we've briefly talked about a few weeks ago. Actually, we made some jokes. The situation was as follows.

Was the Rolex broken and the guy didn't know? It seems a bit silly given that the watch is not cheap at all. And usually, with an item like that, you do cherish and take care of it. It's a status symbol (I'll expand on that below). Also, Minho is known for posting on Bubble at specific times. His birthday or SHINee anniversary. It's not part of the fandom's collective imagination. They don't need to invent their own math in order to come up with the number they want. It's pretty straightforward.

Now, what does 11:55 mean? Nothing for now, but it's close to 12:09 which is Minho time (thank you pptm again). Anyway, the jury is still out on this one. It might just be that Minho needs to fix his watch.

But well, well, well, what do we have here? Taemin himself showing the same negligence as his boyfriend Hyung.

In Taemin's case, I wouldn't be surprised he just didn't care that his time was wrong, but then what is going on? Do 2Min need to buy new watches? Did the Rolexes skip quality control and somehow these 2 idols are victims, scammed of thousands of dollars? Is it a trend? A secret code between them? I'll say that all of the above should be taken into consideration.

Finally, the third victim (?) of faulty watches, Park Jimin-ssi. In his case, we're dealing with a Patek Philippe. It's the type of watch that a media mogul like Logan Roy would appreciate, or at least that's what Tom Wambsgans thought.

Logan did not care at all about the watch and it ended up as the equivalent of hush money for a kid that they all made fun of when they offered him a million bucks if he scores at a game. Oh, I miss Succession so much.....

Back to Patek Philippe. As Tom said in his rehearsed funny line, everytime you look at it, it tells you how rich you are, aka a status symbol. Or in Jimin's case, it tells you Jungkook's birth hour?

Like Minho, we also know that Jimin has his Jimin hour, he knows his way around the date calculator and so on. And given all the investigative work already done by other people (like the thread I linked), would it be so outrageous, so hard to believe that it was intentional? I don't think so. It's a sweet gesture and it shows Jimin's attention to details. He did talk about Jungkook's birthday and was among the reasons why he was livestreaming.

Pre-recorded or not (or whatever excuses/conspiracies weirdos like to engage with) Jimin wore the watch in his home and it somehow it was Jungkook's birth hour. Could it all be just a massive coincidence? Maybe. Could the Patek Philippe be faulty? Maybe, but damn, these idols should stop buying expensive watches then.

Is it such a harmful and delusional theory that needs to be buried because some fans are either pussies or plain stupid? No. This fandom loves numbers so much when it involves 20 other pairings within BTS. I think it's fine to talk about an additional one. I'm not the biggest fan/follower of the number theories, especially when it comes to I-jikookers (they work those numbers like they're trying to fix the books), but it doesn't mean that everything is absurd or completely ridiculous.

I'm not ready to close the case, my work as a detective is not done yet. I'll put it on hold, who knows what other evidence I might find myself in posession of in the future?

[happyandticklish]

Forbidden Indulgences

Notes: I got the amazing @tiklart to create a gift for this year which I was hella stoked for, so I present, a Squealing Santa fic that has nothing to do with Christmas but is set IN winter, so that counts for something~ Thanks again to the amazing @hypahticklish for hosting this year! I couldn’t decide on a prompt to pick, so I combined all of them lol. Hope you enjoy, and merry early Christmas!! ^^ 

Warning for mentions OF sex, but no actual sex occurs

Giftee: @tiklart

Prompts: 

(1) “I love the grumpy tropes, where they refuse to admit they are ticklish but obviously are”

(2)  “I love ticklish backs”

(3)  “Randomly finding out they are ticklish and exploiting it”

Fandom: Attack on Titan

Ship: Eruri

Summary: Levi and Erwin have an unspoken something that both of them are in denial of. 

Both of them refused to acknowledge what was happening. It was impossible for them not to know what was going on, of course, but if neither one said anything they could almost pretend like things were still normal.

There was no clear start to it, which was what made it so frustrating. If he could only backtrack events to where it had all begun, maybe he could understand what had went wrong. Maybe he could have reversed it. 

It was a useless thought. Even if he could, Levi would never be able to muster up the willpower to do so. This thing they had was too addicting to stop now and he refused to give it up.

He knew it was costing him Erwin’s respect, but he didn’t care.

It came in the form of hands underneath the dinner table. Fingers casually reaching out over empty space and interlocking. A thumb brushed over the center of Levi’s palm and he closed his eyes briefly, allowing himself to entertain the startling sensation.

He could’ve let go.

He didn’t.

It came in nights when the paperwork had piled too high and Levi stopped on his way past the door to help him deal with it. They were up for hours, both watching the sun carefully descend regardless of their workload. Around 4 AM Erwin told him to go to bed. Levi told him not to be stupid.

It came during training when Levi’s strict orders halted suddenly at a hand at his shoulder. A single squeeze followed by a simple good job. He swallowed and waited a few seconds for Erwin to remove his hand. He didn’t, and so Levi was forced to continue their lesson for the day with the shame of knowing he could have shrugged him off, or moved away, or called him out on it. But Erwin’s hand was warm and heavy and he did none of these things.

He speculated on it that night. He was alone in the barracks, the door bolted to keep out annoying soldiers and blond men with a penchant for making him lose his principles. He listened to the creaking of wood and the vague sounds of voices in the distance and closed his eyes, trying to block them out.

He indulged himself in the possibility that Erwin wasn’t doing this on purpose. Maybe the man who had used Levi for everything he was worth in every other circumstance of life was choosing to be a human being for once. He brushed a thumb over his own palm, trying to replicate the feeling unsuccessfully. Maybe this was what Erwin wanted.

Although that in and of itself could have been a play on his part—using Levi to further his own pleasure. Were his desires so base as a physical need, or was it companionship he craved? Did Levi even care?

He inhaled slowly, trying to think this through rationally. If it was physical, he could fulfill that, if that’s what it took to make him happy. If it was companionship, he could provide that too. He could become a shoulder to cry on, a hand to hold when the world came crashing down. He couldn’t blame Erwin for wanting that. Their world was a lonely one, and it was easy to get lost in the job if you didn’t have some kind of emotional tether keeping you grounded. Levi had no problem being that tether.

If he wanted something else, however…

He stopped himself before he could go any further. Erwin was seeking a means to an end, that was all. Levi was that means. So long as that was true, Levi could relax.

Being used was familiar territory. He could sleep at night being used.

He tried to remember this months later when he was in bed once again, only this time, Erwin’s form was curled around him, fingers lazily dragging through his hair. Levi’s body was turned into him, his head pressing against his chest, and he found himself grateful that Erwin couldn’t see his expression in that moment. He felt melt-y, a soft happiness thrumming inside his chest. Erwin’s chest rose and fell in rhythmic hums, each brush of his fingers sending shivers running down Levi’s back. He tried to remember himself and his goals to not get attached, but that was quickly getting lost in sensation. His body felt right, like he had been just one piece of a puzzle that was finally slotted into its rightful place.

Was this what sex was like? It had been too long for him to remember, but he was pretty sure it had never felt like this before.

“It’s 5 AM,” Erwin murmured. Pressed as close as he was, Levi could feel the vibrations of his throat as his words grumbled out of him. In response, he pressed a kiss into the crook of his neck, silencing the intruding voice. “Levi.”

“Commander.”

“Erwin,” Erwin corrected quickly. “You can call me that, here. Not just here,” he tacked on, almost thoughtfully. “We’ve known each other for years; I think we’re up to a first name basis.”

“I like Commander.” Not entirely a lie, which was good. Levi was working off of half-truths to get him through this.

“Oh?” The hand moved, trailing down his spine, and Levi tensed, trying to ignore the shift in sensations. “Is that so?”

“Stop whatever train of thought just entered your mind,” Levi demanded, rolling his eyes as he pulled him closer. He pressed another kiss to his neck, and another, and he felt the hand halt as Erwin’s eyes fluttered shut. He didn’t want to talk right now. He was too vulnerable in the mornings to keep up this front for too long. He wanted to lose himself in touch and not worry about the day ahead of them.

Unfortunately, Erwin had different plans. “The cadets are waiting. We told them to be up bright and early for the new training we’re initiating. It would be bad form if we’re late on the first day.”

“Mmm.” Another kiss followed by teeth scraping over his skin. Erwin flinched, a smile tugging at his face that Levi would have noted with interest if he had been paying attention. “It’s cold.”

“It’s winter.”

“Same difference.”

“It’s 5:02 now.”

“Hm.”

“Levi?”

Levi had given up on their back and forth, hoping Erwin would too. He wrapped his arms around Erwin, pulling him closer and basking in the warmth of his skin. He didn’t want to work today. He didn’t want to do anything today.

He was jerked out of these thoughts by nails curling at the base of his spine. He twitched minutely and ignored it, closing his eyes once more. Only for them to snap open when the sensation came again, and again, and again, irritably light and… tingly? He wasn’t quite sure how to describe it, only that he wanted it to stop.

Levi reached back to swat at Erwin’s hand only for his wrist to be caught, Erwin holding it effortlessly above their heads on the pillow. Levi’s other hand was crushed underneath their bodies and he squirmed, trying to dislodge either of them.

“Erwin.”

“There you go. Doesn’t that sound more human than ‘Commander’?”

His hand was still scratching and Levi was quickly getting fed up with it. He wasn’t sure why it was bothering him so much right now. Erwin had done the same thing many times before, but it had never been like this. The touch was so gentle, and he kept moving, circling his nails around the area before scribbling over it. It was like an annoying spider had taken up residency over his skin. He tugged at his arm, a tad bit helplessly this time.

“Erwin. Cut it out.”

“Why?”

“Because I said so, just—hmmehe!”

A finger sliding up his spine caught him off guard and he jumped, burying his face in Erwin’s chest to hide the expression on his face. His ears were tinged a bright red and a giddiness was slowly rising in his chest making him smiley and squirmy. It wasn’t a state Levi was used to being in, and it threw him off. He knew what this was, but he couldn’t quite put a name to it. Nails scratched under his shoulder blades and he shuddered, an obvious gesture that he knew wouldn’t be missed.

“Something wrong, Levi?” Erwin’s voice was too self-assured and if Levi could talk he would’ve reminded him of last night where they found out who was really in charge. Not that he could do that now, with a bubble of laughter trapped in his throat. “You’re moving an awful lot. This isn’t bothering you, is it?”

Levi’s hand gripped the pillow it was unfairly pinned against, hoping he didn’t look as tense as he felt. The word formed around his tongue as memories came flooding back to him. Tickling. That’s what this was. This was tickling him. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been tickled. Probably when he had still been with Isabel and Furlan, which was a sad thought to think about, but he didn’t have time to dwell on it because other memories were coming back to him as well—memories of him laughing and writhing under four hands that wrung screaming obscenities and pleas for mercy from him.

Memories of just how ticklish he once was.

Suddenly, the hands on his back seemed far more pressing and he twitched and struggled in Erwin’s grip, needing to stop things before those hands moved elsewhere. Though it was hard to think of it in the moment, he knew his back wasn’t the most sensitive place on him by far and he dreaded to think what would happen if those hands went elsewhere.

“E-Erwin,” he managed, unable to deny the grin on his face. He kept scratching this one spot at the base of his shoulder blades and Levi would go insane if he didn’t cut it out soon. “Erwin, please.”

“Please?” Erwin’s eyebrows shot up in surprise and Levi cursed himself for his lapse in judgement. "Already? I’ve seen you get backhanded into a tree by a Titan without complaint, but this is what gets you to beg?”

“Not begging,” Levi corrected quickly, an actual lie this time. The touch lightened, a barely there fluttery feeling that had Levi squeezing his eyes shut. He needed to laugh more than anything, his cheeks aching from smiling. If he could laugh, he could withstand this, but that was intolerable and so he choked the sound down, digging his heels into the mattress instead.

“No, not begging,” Erwin agreed. “Not yet. Maybe we can change that.”

Anticipation set Levi on edge at those words but he barely had time to think about it before Erwin had moved up to his neck, scribbling around the nape carelessly with no sympathy for the jumpy man next to him. This time he couldn’t help it, and a giggle bordering on a whine slipped out as Levi’s head snapped back to try to trap his fingers.

“Erwihin!”

“So that’s it.” Nails skittered behind his ear and the giggle was definitely a whine now, that desperate animal cry for mercy. “You’re ticklish.”

Levi shook his head as though that would be enough to convince him against the living evidence in front of him. He sucked in a shaking breath, gritting his way through a coherent sentence. “I’m not fucking ticklish.”

“No?”

“No, I—aHA!”

He cringed away as fingernails raked down his back, sending those strangely pleasant tingles through his body once more. It was strange. Every part of him longed to push Erwin’s body away from him and put as much distance as he could between himself and those stupid fucking hands, yet at the same time, the laughter rising in him wasn’t just from the tickling. Against all odds, he was having fun. It was the silly, childish kind of fun that comes from indulging in simple play, that giddy combination of helplessness and joy that mixed in his stomach in an aching nostalgia.

Here they were, the two people in charge of saving the world from the ever-constant threat of Titans, skipping training because they were too busy giggling and fooling around in Erwin’s bed.

It was ludicrous.

It was forbidden.

It was endlessly addicting.

Fingers scrabbled at his sides to try to burrow underneath the bed to get at his hips and Levi was really laughing now, a panicky, desperate laugh as he scrambled to get closer to Erwin and further away from his hand. The blankets were rucked up at the end of the bed as Levi kicked his legs in protest, trying to knee Erwin to get him to stop. A bolt of sensation shot up his spine as Erwin succeeded in his mission and grabbed onto his hip, pinching the bone in a manner that was unfairly effective. Levi buried the shriek in Erwin’s shoulder, tugging ferociously at his arm to try to defend himself.

It fucked tickled, way more than anything should have a right to, and Levi did not have enough experience enduring it to know how to defend himself. If he could just have a second to fucking focus, maybe he could get his other arm free, but Erwin wasn’t relenting and Levi let himself get lost in his own laughter so he didn’t do anything stupid like ask for it to stop.

“How is that you’ve apparently been this ticklish this whole time and I’ve never noticed?” Erwin’s speculations were not helping matters. “I can’t remember the last time I saw you smile, let alone laugh. If I had known this was all it took, I would have done this years ago. At the very least, I’ll know for the future.”

Levi’s stomach flipped at the idea that this was an experience he would have to endure again, and somehow that thought made everything feel even more intense. He needed to get free and he needed Erwin to keep going and he needed to breathe and he needed to never stop laughing like this ever again. He had spent months painstakingly forcing this wall of distance between them, second-guessing every action of Erwin’s, of his own, trying to figure out where the catch was. Now, pinned and desperate and stupidly ticklish, he had no chance of even thinking to put up that ruse. Possibly, this was the most open he had been with Erwin in years.

He never wanted it to stop.

And it almost didn’t. The seconds ticked by, and then the minutes, each one feeling especially long as the clock dipped closer to 5:30, 5:40, 6:00…. Levi wasn’t really sure how he was enduring it, but he hadn’t asked for it to stop and Erwin hadn’t allowed it to, and by then he was blissed out on laughter and the endorphins flooding his brain. He felt like he was on drugs. Maybe he was. Maybe this was some new form of it that people simply hadn’t discovered yet.

Neither of them knew how long it would have gone on if they hadn’t been interrupted. A knock on the door sent reality slamming into the both of them, a knot of fear tangling in Levi’s throat. With a strength that had been suspiciously absent this last hour, Levi jerked his hand free, kicking away from Erwin and scrambling to sit up on the bed. His heart was beating wildly in his chest and his whole body felt flushed and buzzing. He knew if he had been able to look at himself in a mirror, he would’ve seen the embarrassing combination of his hair which was sticking out in every direction, and the stupidly dopey smile still plastered over his face.

Luckily, he didn’t have to worry about putting on appearances as Erwin was far quicker to react. He calmly rolled out of bed and shucked on a shirt (luckily, they had had the decency to pull on some clothes after last night or this could have taken far longer), and straightened his hair with one hand as he cracked the door open to slip out into the hall.

From inside the room, Levi could hear the distant whisper of voices, and recognized one of them as Hange’s—probably they had been sent to retrieve them. He groaned, rubbing a hand over his features as he fell back on the bed. Embarrassment radiated off of him, but it was only a leftover echo of what he knew he should be feeling right now. He hadn’t felt true happiness in a while, but now he couldn’t seem to get rid of it, no matter how much he told himself he had to scrub it out before Erwin returned.

It was a couple minutes later before the door finally opened again and Erwin turned to face him with a startling calm. He seemed entirely unrattled that they had almost been discovered (for the sex or the tickling, Levi wasn’t sure—he couldn’t decide which was more mortifying). Instead, he came to sit down next to him, leaning back on the bed.

“I told them training was cancelled today. Evidently, you’re out with the flu.”

“I would never take the day off for that,” Levi scoffed, offended both at the lie and that Hange would believe it.

“No,” Erwin relented. “But it was the only thing I could think of to get us out of an intensive lecture followed by a sure to be exhausting training session with a bunch of unruly cadets. Besides,” he added, almost as an afterthought as he glanced over at a flushed, exhausted Levi. “You certainly look the part.”

“Ha,” Levi replied dryly, his mind too fuzzy to come up with anything wittier.

“Which means,” Erwin continued, fully turning around to hold Levi’s gaze in his own. “We have the day free.”

Levi swallowed, blaming it on the dry throat. “Indeed.”

“So.”

“So?”

“You’re ticklish.”

Levi swallowed again, this time with nothing to blame it on. “Yeah, no shit.”

“I don’t believe we finished what we started earlier.”

Levi quirked a brow, the bravado a false front that Erwin easily saw through. “You mean last night, or just now?”

Erwin slowly pressed him down against the bed, grabbing his wrists and pulling them above his head. He slung one leg over his waist, his hand coming to rest preemptively on his stomach—still for now, but that could change within the course of an instant. “I don’t know. I guess we’ll let you decide.”

This was dangerous.

This was so very, very, dangerous.

But for once in his life, Levi couldn’t find it in him to care.

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too long for comment so I am going into ask box again

I am kinda sad how the handled sword AF so far in general and are STILL handling it. Even if the answer is "hey, we are not sure when sword AF will return/we are uncertain about the future of it in general,". It would be so much better to get than just silence. Also, I get that it kind of underperformed, and it must be one of the most expansive things to produce. So yeah, it kind of underperformed slightly in a Smosh context, but it had SO FUCKING MUCH FANWORK. Like, fewer people cared about it, but the people that did care A LOT. Which, like, you can tap into that to finance it. For example, I feel like sword AF merch would perform really well.

We can't know, but if we are not getting Sword AF for financial reasons, that would be so stupid. Because I don't think it has to be that way.

This is all just wild speculating when it comes down to it, and the reasons are definitely more complicated that (time is very likely a BIG factor as well)

Typically, I am really not a fan of guessing and speculating based on so little, but because it is about a show, I give myself a pass haha

*Rattling at the gates of Smosh HQ, "WILL SWORD AF RETURN FROM THE WAR???"

(Additional thing: In a way it was kinda funny they announced that sword AF wasn't going to happen hours after it was supposed to drop. Like were they actually surprised people cared about it??? Haha. )

That's what I find so disrespectful about all this. They haven't said a peep about Sword AF since they delayed it.

I understand that the views didn't do SUPER amazingly well, but they didn't do worse than a lot of other content they've put out? The first ep of S1 got 1.4mil and over the whole 9 eps it got a total of 4.7mil views? (I'm including the "Movie"-comp of all the eps - it had 403k)

The least viewed video (weirdly) is the final ep. I think it's because a lot of people fell off watching it. Keep in mind, they uploaded episodes every two weeks, which I'm willing to bet is a big reason why a lot of people stopped watching.

I feel like most first seasons of D&D campaigns don't start out with crazy views, it's expected to gain traction the more it goes on? That's how I feel.

I agree that running a D&D campaign does take a lot of effort and (from what I've heard) takes a lot of world building and really is a huge time sucker, I can see how they would want need more time to work on it (giving only 3-4 months to write a whole season in-between doing voice over/other freelance work sounds like a lot) so wanting more time I understand. It's just that they haven't given any updates or talked about it AT ALL, that's what's really weird.

SO many people love Sword AF! There was so much fan art! and everyone was talking about it in fan spaces!

Like it was so loved! and I know a lot of table top/D&D people are LOADED, and they would 100% buy even the worst looking merch because of how much they liked the series! (I would by something with Rumpum on it! That sounds so fucking cute!) so I don't see there being any real reason not to do a S2 except either they don't have the time to write it/or are just generally really busy, or some totally unknown reason behind the scenes??

At the end of the day it is just really bizarre to me that they haven't mentioned it at all? like not a peep?

"(Additional thing: In a way it was kinda funny they announced that sword AF wasn't going to happen hours after it was supposed to drop. Like were they actually surprised people cared about it??? Haha. )"

(Was it not the exact time it was supposed to be uploaded? I remember waiting for it and seeing the community post notif at the exact time it was supposed to drop? or maybe 15mins after? either way-)

That was such a slap in the face. It hurts worse now that it's been enough time that I can be certain there was NO WAY it was even close to being finished (or maybe even started?) They really waited till the absolute last- no, PAST the last second to let us know it wasn't dropping. What a way to shit in the face of the people that cared.. (I literally cleared my schedule to be able to watch it and was waiting for the clock to hit 1pm (I live est) thinking I was gonna spend at least an hour watching the new ep.. I can only imagine how many other people had gotten stuff set up to watch, that got fucked with.)

I do want a S2, I want them to say something about it at least. And they BETTER apologize about how they handled it.

[woomycritiques543]

maybe let actual trans people and gnc people say what they have an issue with instead of acting like…one episode of a cartoon on youtube that has people do drag is going to result in mass murder?

idk it’s just funny to me that you seem so upset over what you think episode 5 will be

Stereotypes have literally caused genocides in the past, multiple times! Jim Crow laws even came from stereotypes of people like me, people who are poc! Not just that, but the stereotypes being portayed in the newest episode, are the same stereotypes being used as an excuse to try to kill drag queens, and children, right now!

The episode is literally going to show Moxxie, in drag, as a "danger around children" by depicting him trying to harm someone in front of kids, the exact type of stereotypes that

When if the media stopped constantly representing drag queens as "a danger to children", would attacks like this would have happened?

Actually... NO! Because this happened because of generations of misrepresentation, generations of public misinformation.

This isn't about "this makes this happen". It's about representation. -and the fact that so many of you forget what representation is to benefit a cartoon made by a cis white passing woman is actually disgusting. This episode literally has stereotypes that can and will cause more problems for the lgbt+ community, same for how Angel Dust caused more people to sexualize gay men being molested because of people like Ralphielle, same for how the pilot and episode 4 of S2 caused more people to say the r slur. This shit effects people, universally, it's not a "you have to be ___ to see that something is causing issues" ordeal. Misrepresentation is a universal problem that effects literally all minorities, all of us! Drag queens being misrepresented as a "danger around kids" is why the laws trying to ban them are happening... in the first place! Representation effects the reputation of us all! So speculation or not, do I, and multiple people from the trans community who have now said the same thing, have a right to be concerned? Yes! Yes, we all do, stop gatekeeping because you want to get off to Moxxie's femininity. It's gross, and people do have a right to be concerned.

Stereotypes are not "harmless". They effect all of us, the more stereotypes show trans women as a "danger" to kids in the bathroom, the more that drag queens are seen as a "danger around kids." The more that black lives are seen as "savages." The more that people who are disabled are seen as "stupid and useless". All of the stereotypes in Helluva Boss are stereotypes created from generations of oppresion. None of this is "ok."

There are literal threads about stereotypes like this being wrong everywhere. This isn't "for" me to "look good online/white knight", that would involve making assumptions with no other says.

This is for them, to say what they've all been saying now for DECADES! Trans lives are not "a danger to kids", these stereotypes need to stop, not just for their safety, but for the safety of all the lgbt+ community against conservative stereotypes!

EDIT:

SPEAK OF THE DEVIL!

-and just to make it worse:

They even had the violence be done to the ONLY DARK SKINNED KID IN THE ENTIRE EPISODE!

HOLY SHIT Vivienne, this is some of the most unsubtle version of queerphobia in a cartoon that I have ever seen. Literally, all the episode does is fetishize Moxxie for being in drag, while he's meant to be disguised as a minor, while also literally, having even worse since Moxxie here isn't depicted as being a danger "around" kids like I thought he would be- he's a danger TO them! Which is even worse!

Because this year, an entire church full of children was attacked by transphobes for these exact assumptions about the drag community! These stereotypes have now gone too far, way too far, and now I wish that I begged harder for this episode to be post ponned because THIS YEAR Florida is planning to even cause physical harm to the drag community- for these exact stereotypes, that were originally created by conservatives... in the first place!

The Helluva Boss fandom even called the trans genocide "GOOD LAWS!" THEY'RE NOT EVEN BEING SUBTLE WITH THEIR TRANSPHOBIA ANYMORE!

This is literally how Vivziepop stans responded to my post trying to warn Spindlehorse to post pone this episode- they aren't just transphobic, Vivziepop stans actually want the trans community dead.

THIS EPISODE IS LITERALLY CAUSING MORE PEOPLE TO WANT THE TRANS COMMUNITY TO BE KILLED BY THESE LAWS! THIS IS A REAL FUCKING ORDEAL AND WE NEED TO STOP NORMALIZING THE STEREOTYPES IN THIS SHOW BEFORE THINGS GET ANY MORE OUT OF HAND!

Look. Stop turning your heads away and look at the harm the stereotypes from this show have now caused!

Again, for the last time, actually read my posts because so many of you said "But it's not going to be-" while not even looking at the previews, what I wrote, or anything! For fucks sake- Stop excusing Helluva Boss's stereotypes just because you want more episodes of a cartoon. These fictional characters are not more important than real people! It's a public show, and conservatives can and will see this episode it weaponize the imagery as a means to cause harm to us, the exact same way 4chan did so after episode 3 of S2. This shit is really getting out of hand. Which is all the reason why that my video on the Sallie May controversy will be released, Vivziepop will be held accountable, and I will make sure that not a single piece of vital info is excluded from that video in question.

[nimblermortal]

Okay, so background, first I gotta crosspost this from Pillowfort, when someone asked me for "my" medieval Scandinavia rant

The biggest ones currently are about the eruption of that one volcano in El Salvador; the way you can get a sense for when a scribe had a break (or really needed one) from copying their work; and the idea of writing as a public vs private work vis-a-vis runestones.

The first and last being because I have just discovered Neil Price and I am in scholarly love. I am adding him to my harem. Perhaps a step behind Shannon entropy and the marine reservoir effect, which is its own medieval Scandinavia rant.

So let's talk about writing as a public practice, which is drawing on Price's description of literacy in Children of Ash and Elm, the chapter The Performance of Power, around page 193 in my copy, because I have a copy now, because as soon as I returned my library copy I went and asked the bookstore to order one for me.

Price is coming at the subject of literacy as an archaeologist*, and notes that we have found many thousands of runic inscriptions - wait. Back up.

Saga Thing talked some months or years ago about literacy in the viking age, and how we have a lot of runestones, but we don't have books, and this doesn't actually give us an idea of how literate people were. If they were writing on very degradable things like, say, cheese, we would have no idea. Maybe all women signed their cheese! We wouldn't know! And they also noted that one common find in viking** burials is an amulet with the runes "alu," meaning ale. Which, if that ain't the most frat boy thing. And of course it is, because the demographic of vikings was exactly the demographic of frat boys! Young men, upper teens to twenties, from rich families, away from home for the first time, showing off for each other, forming insuperable bonds...

Anyway, so there's one way to look at literacy. Price notes that we have thousands of runic inscriptions, mostly on runestones, mostly as commemorations of the dead BUT in the mid-twentieth century excavations in Bergen and Trondheim, harbor towns, discovered thousands of small wooden slips inscribed with runes that had been preserved in the water. And these were covered in writing about stupid crap. Day-to-day life - shopping lists, dick jokes, "Sigmund owns this sack," apologies for not getting one's chores done... Price concludes "Not everyone was literate, but a lot of people obviously were, perhaps even children."

So now we get a little bit into the realm of speculation. Here is a people with a largely literate populace, who are regularly encountering literate cultures that produce books. They're raiding monasteries from 793! They have seen gospels. So what stops them from writing their own?

Well... it just. Didn't suit their needs. They needed shopping lists and name tags, and big public monuments indicating how rich they are, for the sake of the dearly departed of course. They weren't people who sat down and read, which of course wasn't a thing in Europe for centuries yet - note the history of the novel in Europe and the parallel to the advent of lounging furniture - but relatively-southern Europe at least had a class of people to do it for them. When we're looking at eighth to eleventh century Scandinavia, there aren't monasteries full of monks writing prayerbooks yet.

Because a book is inherently a private thing, which one person reads at a time, even if they read it aloud to a party. A runestone is inherently a public thing, which everyone passing notices and, if they're bored from walking for the past few hours, stops to read. So it's not a big leap from writing in stone with a chisel to writing on paper with a quill, but... there's no cultural reason to do so.

Never mind all of the fascinating ways that writing can happen on a runestone, such that it's notable when there's one written left to right and up to down in a rectangular block of text. (Bro church runestone, my beloved!)

...and I picked this rant because I thought it would probably be shorter.

*he led! the team that re-sexed the Birka warrior!

**which is a profession, not an ethnicity - it's a bit of a summer job for young men, like camp counselor but more violent

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Addendum: The Bro church runestone is my beloved not because I know enough runestones to justify the opinion, but because it's the one I've translated, and I love the way it's written. (I have only read/translated the one, but it would be a fun project. It's #617, so there's enough to keep me busy for a while, but they're usually short. It was also probably chosen for my textbook for being complete and clear.)

Anyway, the picture above shows how it's laid out. There's a curling arch over the top that reads, "Ginnlaug, Holmgeir's daughter, sister of Sigurd and of Gaut and his brothers, had this bridge built and raised this stone for her husband Ozur."

The part that drives me nuts is the loop below that: "Son of Earl Hakon, he was a viking watchman with [gæti]. God help his spirit and soul now." But the fact that it's written in a loop means it starts again the instant it stops: "God help his spirit and soul now, son of Earl Hakon, he was a viking watchman..." So the format in some sense makes it an infinite prayer in a way you can't do with textbook writing.

And maybe you can with graphic design, and certainly runestones are closer to works of art than to books, but. The options this sort of freedom opens up make me a little bit crazy.

Beyond, you know, the general medieval Scandinavia special interest crazy.

[quodekash]

i once again went to sleep instead of watching an episode but im here for the first vice versa episode now! (and depending on how im feeling, i might watch the second episode when it airs tonight, but no promises)

i love puentalay so much and THEYRE GONNA BE DADS and im also desperately hoping for some aoufuse because i love them so so much and their child who is a dog

aoufuse were parents before puentalay. they adopted a dog together. they beat you, puentalay. hah.

ANYWAY im gonna watch it now, wish me luck, ill probably cry

im also gonna try to not go over the 30 image limit again cos i keep doing that

i love how they put summaries at the start of these as though we havent aggressively rewatched each show in the week preceding the os2 episodes

OH NO IM ALREADY GONNA CRY AND THE ACTUAL EPISODE HASNT EVEN STARTED YET

talay singing happy birthday to puen? this feels familiar. except its actually puen's birthday this time. not pakorn/tun's.

"and as i wished for every year" HOW MANY YEARS HAS IT BEEN?????

NOOOO NOT THE DESIGN ON THE CAKE

WHY DOES THIS STUPID LITTLE DESIGN HAVE SUCH AN AFFECT ON ME

IM SOBBING

WAIT WHAT THE HELL WHERE'S TALAY???

WHAT DID THEY DO

WHY WOULD THEY START IT LIKE THAT

i know its gonna be fine, this is gonna be like entirely fluff for two episodes because CHILD and they look really happy in the preview

my prediction is this sadness will last three minutes at the most

but also WHYYYYY

honestly i love this acapella intro song

"Faded Pink?" WHY THE QUESTION MARK

PINK IS LOVE

WHY IS IT FADED

WHY IS THEIR LOVE FADED

AND AGAIN, WHY THE QUESTION MARK

IM SO CONFUSED

STUFF YOU

IDK WHO IM STUFF YOU-ING BUT ITS SOMEONE

"since weve come back to this universe" okAY, COOL, GOOD A SUMMARY

"it's already the fifth year" W H A T

WHAT THE HELL

THEYRE SO OLD

AND ALSO WHAT THE HELL

FIVE YEARS IS SUCH A LONG TIME???

ALSO WHAT WAS THE KID DOING FOR FIVE FREAKING YEARS

I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS ABOUT THIS KID

i know the questions will have answers probably very shortly

BUT THEY DONT HAVE ANSWERS RIGHT NOW AND THE KID IS CONFUSING ME THOROUGHLY

THAT MUCH COFFEE???

bro puen youre so tired. go to sleep. please.

altho i would like to point out the mug that says "the cat's favourite"

does that imply that they have a cat

please answer my questions

"i really want to drink the coffee made by you, talay" dude i know youre deeply in love with him but you need to stop drinking so much coffee and GO TO SLEEP FOR CRYING OUT LOUD

TALAY HAS A LITTLE WORK TENT IN THEIR BACKYARD??? THATS SO AWESOME WHAT THE HELL

"it's 9pm already???" is this adhd time blindness i am smelling

or perhaps an autism trait

HJRKDFHJBTF THE CHEEK KISSES

bro what is it with our skyy 2 and birthdays

THEM

I FORGOT THEIR NAMES

BUT I LOVE THEM

ALTERNATE UNIVERSE UP AND AOU

PREEDA AND AOU??

they literally havent said either of their names this entire time

1:27 IN THE MORNING???? JEEEEEEZ

THIS IS SOME KIND OF NEURODIVERGENT TIME BLINDNESS THING, FOR SURE

THIS IS NOT NEUROTYPICAL BEHAVIOUR

looking at talay's phone and im just now realising: how the hell did they unlock their phones in the other universe? they dont know tun and tess' passwords. how could they have gotten into their phones?

there are many things to do with the lore and logistics of the universes that dont make sense and we'll probably never get answers to, but its still fun to wonder and speculate

awwhhhhh poor puen feels unloved and forgotten

akk felt unloved and forgotten because aye had a surprise for him

talay is just neurodivergent and cant figure out time and so he genuinely did forget about it being puen's birthday

BUT NEITHER SITUATION IS BAD

in both situations there is still the love

now i wanna talk about neurodivergence for three hours and justify talay and stuff but i wont because i need to actually watch this episode before it gets too late

why are they being sad and angsty

theyre supposed to be happy and in love and fluffy

"so lets change from a birthday to a hug day" YES PLEASE

I LOVE HUGS

HUG DAY EVERY DAY

GIERKJBDGKJ HE SANG THE OTHER UNIVERSE HAPPY BIRTHDAY SONG

IM GONNA CRYYYYYY

honestly it rly does feel like its been that long since the show aired

its only been like one year

but it feels like five

but also feels like three months

time is weird i dont like thinking about time

lets stop talking about time

HES GETTING MORE AND MORE AUTISTIC AS THE EPISODE GOES ON

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

i love the concept of hug day

just hug your loved one/s at any random point in the day because ITS HUG DAY

i mean you can also do that any day (as long as theyre fine with hugs ofc)

but i think the hug feels more special on hug day

now i want a hug day

why isnt hug day a thing everywhere

i feel like i could probably talk about hug day for hours

hug day is good

good. good good good. a man of fine taste.

unlike some people (MAITHEE) who DONT LIKE SPAGHETTI because its "too cheesy"????

THEN DONT FREAKING MAKE IT WITH CHEESE???

È SPAGHETTI

FORMAGGIO È NON NECESSARIO PER SPAGHETTI

PERCHÉ??? PERCHÉ SEI IL MODO CHE TU SEI???

mi dispiace, maithee not liking spaghetti because its too cheesy is a cause for anger in the minds of the little italians that live in my brain

anyway. spaghetti is good. its pasta. è un pasta meraviglioso

good job talay

HUG DAY IS MAKING ME SO HAPPY

I LOVE HUG DAY SO MUCH

HIS LITTLE POUT WHAT THE HELL THEYRE SO SOFT IM DYING

"day 2: flirting day" OH MY GOODNESS I NEED THIS

this is what i needed for soundwin after episode 9

anyway

BRO THIS IS THE MOST AUTISTIC FLIRTING IVE EVER SEEN??

huge props to this guy, damn

PUENS LITTLE STICKY NOTES FOR TALAY??? IM SOBBING THIS IS AMAZING

i love that puen's nickname for him is "Lay" its so sweet

this is incredible so far but i have one question: when the hell is the child introduced and also WHY and also HOW

FEEDING DAY??? BROOOOO

THE CHIPS

THE FREAKING CHIPS

HOLY HELL ITS THE CHIPS

IM GETTING INSANE FLASHBACKS

THEYRE BOUTA KISS

PLEASE KISS

come on bro, not again

why do you shower yourselves in chips

you did it with popcorn last time

and then you presumably had to clean it all up

now you have to clean up all the chips

why would you do that

why does he keep doing this

this is a really weird habit of his

puen, you confuse me

"confession day" why is that so funny

massage day, nice

KISSING DAY?? GIERJDBKG

OMG THE SONG

GJKBERDFGKHJ I LOVE THIS SONG

MEMORY DAY??? NOOOO THAT WOULD MAKE ME CRY

THE FREAKING PINK PASTRIES???? BRINGING THE TEARS IMMEDIATELY OH MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS GRAVY GUSTAV

NOOOO

NOW IM SOBBING EVEN HARDER

its the fact that "memory day" means to both of them the place they fell in love; the universe they dwelt together; the friends they made; the friends theyll never see again; the memories they created together; the lands where they wandered side by side, hand in hand, arm in arm, heart in heart.

im fine.

ooo going out day

THE FREAKING HELMET

IM NOT OKAY

I AM VERY NOT OKAY

HOLDING HANDS DAY???

"honk the horn if you want me to hug you" GHERIUJDFGHKREJBFN

theres too much fluff

too much fluff for my sad little heart

a buttload of fluff for the eclipse, and now a buttload of fluff for vice versa

hey google, how to deal with happiness

theyre so freaking cute what the hell

ooo day 30: surprise day

two things to say about that

1. aye apparently thought it was day 30 on akk's birthday

2. does this mean the child is gonna appear today? is this very un-subtle foreshadowing?

ah shoot puen is ✨choking✨

HES AN ACTOR

I FORGOT THAT HES AN ACTOR

HE WAS BEING OVERDRAMATIC

I HATE HIM SO MUCH

I LOVE HIM, BUT STUFF YOU PUEN YOURE SO DRAMATIC

FBOUARDHFGL THE BALLOONS AND THE PINK AND THE THING ON THE WALL AND GJRBDFNGJHRKBGD IM DYING AND CRYING AND FALLING OVER AND FALLING APART

i sense merch

WAIT OMG HE DREW TALAY IN THE WEIRD PICASSO STYLE?? TGJREIDGKN MATCHING PICASSO PORTRAITS IS SOULMATE BEHAVIOUR

OH ITS A WATCH

PROBABLY SO THAT TALAY CAN KEEP TRACK OF TIME SLIGHTLY BETTER

NRJFGBRHDBGF NEURODIVERGENCE

i love them

probably too much

theyre so sweet

OH I DIDNT EVEN NOTICE THAT

that rly shows how observant i am, doesnt it

"but i fell in love with you when you wore glasses" IM GONNA CRY ITS SO SWEET

im rly hoping someone has a full translation of the calendar because its a lovely idea

"thank you for joining me in doing this crazy stuff" bro if im right, its about to get a WHOLE LOT crazier. youre about to have a child.

puen's final surprise: "im pregnant"

DOORBELL

DUN DAHDAH DAAHHHHHH

CHILD.

oh no this child is cute

why must the child be cute

i hate children

its one of my defining personality traits

i despise children

(mostly)

(there are some exceptions)

why must i be immediately attached to the child

"is he another surprise from you" lmao yeah he just popped out a child for this specific day

NO BUT SERIOUSLY WHAT HAPPENED

WHY IS THE CHILD SUDDENLY THERE

IN THE RAIN

WITH A SUITCASE

ITS BEEN 5 YEARS

AND THEYVE NEVER SEEN THE KID

WHAT HAPPENED TO MAKE THE KID COME TO THEM

IS THE KID OKAY?

PROBABLY NOT, BUT WHY IS THE KID SMILING SO WIDELY??

THE KID IS SO HAPPY TO SEE PAPA

JIGSAW??? IS THAT THE KIDS NAME?? THAT'S AN INCREDIBLE NAME WHAT THE HELL

jigsaw and his four dads raising him

TUP

THAT'S THE NOT-UP GUY'S NAME

HELLO TUP

tup is also autistic i decided, and i love him

what if jigsaw is from the other universe.

its possible.

IEJRKDGN

WHY MUST I LIKE THE CHILD

IM SUPPOSED TO HATE CHILDREN

THIS IS DESTROYING MY REPUTATION

WELL NOW IM CRYING AGAIN

had to have dinner but im back

anyway WHAT THE HELL WHY MUST PUEN HAVE A SAD BACKSTORY ITS MAKING ME SAD

NOOOOOO

WHY AM I EMOTIONALLY ATTACHED TO THE CHILD

I HATE THIS FEELING

THIS FEELING OF KNOWING THAT I WOULD WILLINGLY DIE FOR THIS CHILD'S HAPPINESS AND WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR THIS CHILD TO JUST BE SAFE AND HAPPY

WHY MUST I FEEL THIS FEELING FOR A TINY HUMAN CHILD

I HATE IT

IM USED TO IT FOR CHARACTERS AND DOGS AND STUFF BUT WHY A CHILD

usually people are like "the feeling of responsibility for someone elses life" like its a good thing and im always like 'um no thanks i dont want to be responsible for that i can barely take care of myself' but now my brain is like LET ME BE RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS CHILD I WILL CARE FOR THIS CHILD AND DO EVERYTHING FOR THIS CHILD i hate this so much

i think its because the child's name is Jigsaw

its entirely bc of the funky name

"you bought a lot of stuff, so you're well-prepared" PUENS LITTLE SHRUG OMG

the shrug says 'what can i say, ive always wanted to be a dad but never wanted to tell you because i didnt know if you wanted that or not'

that could also not be the case, that is entirely possible

but the way puen's been acting since the child appeared makes me think hes either always wanted to be dad (or maybe wanted to be a dad since falling for talay) or the child awakened the dad-need inside him

omg i cant wait for puen's dad jokes

"i think jigsaw fits right into our lives, like a missing piece of us"

i swear if he doesnt say that at some point, im leaving

I KEEP INVOLUNTARILY MAKING NOISES

LIKE THE GOOD NOISES THAT I RESERVE FOR SWEET HAPPY MOMENTS THAT SHOCK ME A LITTLE BIT

kind of like an 'oh' mixed with an 'aw'

why is the oh-aw happening for the child

i dont like this feeling

HE BOUGHT COLOURING INS FOR JIGSAW?? BRO YOU WANNA BE A DAD SO FREAKING BAD WHAT THE HELL

they cant figure out whose kid it is. take the kid for a dna test you idiots

"does this mean jigsaw is my son? ...i dont have any savings. How am i gonna raise him???? i need to call my mum" BROOO HIS DAD INSTINCTS ARE KICKING IN AS WELL, I LOVE THIS

oh my goodness i think i might be dying

these scenes are too cute

theyre raising a child

theyre dads

and the child is DESPICABLY cute

THIS IS TERRIBLE WHY ARE THEY DOING THIS TO ME

FJEKBGSUEJB PUEN BEGGING TALAY TO FEED HIM I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

I LOVE THEM SO SO SO SO SO MUCH WHAT THE HELL

THEYRE SO FREAKING SWEET

side note: both of them have such pretty hair

"PAPA!" "YES?" "YES?" THEY BOTH YELLED YES INSTINCTIVELY THEYRE RAISING A CHILD TOGETHER THEYRE LITERALLY RAISING A CHILD TOGETHER WHAT IN THE HELL

AND TALAY GOT UP SO FAST TO RUN AND HELP HIM

THAT WAS SO FREAKING SWEET IM SO ANGRY ABOUT IT

anyway. see you in like. a few hours. (that is, if i stay up, which i probably will)

[sapphicdib]

Hello! I have a question about the angst machine your au:

You've mentioned things like the iterators going to places other than the chamber (I think) as well as Suns and Sig getting into a physical fight, so does this mean the iterators can get off the string?

And if so, would this mean that the iterators would use this to threaten/appease their citizens further?

Feel free to infodump, I'm listening. o_o

RUBBING MY HANDS TOGETHER.

So in pretty much any situation i make (rot au or not) where two iterators are in the same can, one of them is being projected as a hologram into the other’s chamber by an overseer! It was a side project driven by boredom and loneliness, and well. The ancients weren’t exactly supposed to find out, especially when they optimized the code to the point the holograms may as well be physical beings in the same room! The ancients…at least in my interpretation of them, see anything that isn’t working on the great problem as a “worldly vice/distraction”, and are so strict and conservative that holding hands is as scandalous as like. fucking. LMAO. So when Their Iterators are quote-unquote “giving in” to these self proclaimed vices, that’s seen as an acute failure in their programming, and could be very dangerous for them, possibly even leading to their decommission/complete overwrite of their personality. So it actually is kinda backwards, their citizens are a threat to them because of their ability to “travel”!

Aaaaaand this is where I get back to the rot au specifically! Sig is ESPECIALLY in danger when it comes to that “vice”, his love language is touch and being physically in the room with anyone—Suns, Wind, Moon, even Pebbles, means hes glued to their side, peeking over their shoulder at whatever they’re working on, making stupid jokes or (in Pebbles’ case) being an annoyance. Even if/when her intentions are purely innocent, it wouldn’t matter to her citizens, they would see it as breaking the taboos against worldly attachment or lust no matter the circumstance. This is part of the reason Sig infects himself, so his creators can’t stop him from loving his friends in his own way anymore. Piddles Pebbles is also touch starved as fuck, but his anger towards his citizens is mainly because they don’t respect him as much as they do Moon, so his motivation lies more in getting back at them for being cruel to him. Not to say he doesn’t also despise them for putting all these restrictions on him, letting him sit in Suns’ lap for a few hours would probably fix him 💀 (Also side note: Even tho Pebbles complains about Sig’s touchiness, he would never actually want her to stop. It’s comforting having a hand on his shoulder or waist while they’re working, and since Pebbles hates ASKING for affection, it works out because he doesn’t need to ask Sig to do it. She just does automatically out of habit.)

So that’s how that works! When Suns n Sig get into their big Confrontation™, Suns is projected into Sig’s can at the time. Sig grabs him, and Suns freaks the fuck out, because gods above void below that is not No Significant Harassment anymore, and shoves Sig away from them. Sig’s antigravity fails at the worst possible moment (due to decay of her systems), and…crack! Hits the ground at a horrific angle. Suns immediately runs to help her, but stops when her scarf (which has become basically 90% rot), lifts her off the floor of her chamber to tower over them, since Suns is stuck on the floor now that the antigravity’s gone. Yeah. Needless to say they nope the fuck out of there really quick.

Yes this really do be an angst machine. Goddamn. Thank you for letting me ramble WAHHH!! I love speculating about the relationships between the iterators and their creators (especially Pebbles), and this AU was kinda spawned because I was like “huh wouldn’t it be fun if he didn’t internalize all their hatred towards him and instead lashed out because of it?” And now here we are. TYYY!!!!!! ^_^

[dearweirdme]

honestly one major example that showed me how deeply jungkook loves jimin (it's up to you to define what type of love is it) is how he acted after the rainy day fight. we don't know what exactly was said between them but we know jk fucked up bad enough that jimin ended up telling him "i won't concern myself with you anymore. you're on your own" and left. it affected jk BAD to the point he was sobbing and even said him and jimin cried together and fixed it all on the same day. the fact that he also chose to call jimin out of all the members when he got lost even though they had just fought and one would think jimin would be the least likely member to pick up his calls, yet he still did. he picked up and he waited for jk in the rain for an hour. jk couldn't lose jimin so he apologized on the same day even though his ego was hurt during the fight according to him. he swallowed his ego and called jimin because jimin matters more to him.

and if we compare that to how taekook dealt with their drifting period, (speculations and theories aside idc about anything other than what the members themselves say and show. and change was evident in taekook's dynamic if you were in the fandom at the time) jk and tae's friendship was gradually changing (not necessarily negatively they were just growing apart) yet neither of them tried to stop the change or stop themselves from drifting further. they just let it happen until tae decided that he wanted things to go back to normal and had that conversation with jk. the fact that they both let it happen shows me that they weren't as emotionally invested in their bond as people like to assume they were. there wasn't a need to save things from deteriorating. they were changing from being inseparable besties to being just regular friends with different besties and they were content with that. while jk couldn't bare the thought of him and jimin drifting and had to fix things immediately. it says a lot about all of their priorities as individuals and whom they cherish.

Hi anon!

Personally, I think everyone is making way too much out of that fight.

Basically what it comes across as to me is that the guys were stressed out, Jk was stressed out and started talking to his hyungs in a way they felt disrespectful, Jimin lashed out at him and said some things that hurt Jk, Jk got upset and walked around feeling sorry eventually and wanted to make up with jimin.. and they did.

When you’re working closely like they have, and you also live together, and you’re all young… fights are going to happen. I think they had many fights probably, we just only know of a few. When people are stressed out and mad, they say things they don’t mean, and that’s what happened here.

Funny how I’m not allowed my interpretation of Tae and Jk, yet you come here and use words like ‘Jk couldn’t lose Jimin’. Nowhere is it implied that Jk was afraid of that. He knew even during that fight he wouldn’t lose Jimin. Fights happen all the time, you don’t lose people over mundane fights normally.. especially those you are very close with. Ofcourse Jimin matters more to him than winning some stupid fight, good grief.. way to dramatize anon.

Priorities are going to someone’s performance when you are about to release an album yourself… and think about this anon… because that is not what Jimin and Jk have been like.