#i should really do smth more for it

[koipalm]

hello! i was wondering since idk if you care about or plan on doing anything ssss related anymore, could you post all your notes/information about stranded au? i really love it so much and i need to rotate all the facts around my brain lol thank you

GODDD that was such a fun au ive been meaning to go back to it for a while now. i actually went looking for the notes bc i vaguely remember writing them down but i genuinely cant find them anywhere... if i do find them ill post them though!

ive posted most of what happens in the lead up to it, but the rest of it was fairly vague. i knew i wanted emil to be there for months, hence the changing of seasons, but a lot of emils daily actions were really just surviving. he went inland once the supplies at the rendezvous point ran out & returned to the cat tank to restock, but moved on to an abandoned house like the one he and lalli fortified themselves in. aside from trying to find food and water, he also turned to the books for survival skills & entertainment to pass his days. he mostly got food from trapping or scavenging, n he stocks up on fuel & anything incendiary he can find along the way, probably from old abandoned expeditions & forts. once reynir is able to find him again (which took at least a good few weeks) the mages r able to help guard emil when hes asleep, but not awake, so hes on his own on that front LOL. he does get some warding symbols to draw around the place. i do remember very clearly hes able to set up a radio (i think it was ham radio) in order to get in touch with the others, & has to find a broadcasting station to communicate with the crew, who by this point were pretty skeptical of the mages saying he was alive. he eventually gets attacked at the station & it destroys the equipment, so hes back to only the mage trio in his head. i had a few ideas for how hed get back, but the last one i was making notes on was the bridge they came in on that collapsed behind them. in order to send similar expeditions out, (and in partial hope to reclaim the land one day) it starts to get rebuilt. the crew (who had stayed in iceland to keep trying to reach emil on the radio at the mages request) eventually find out and let emil know to immediately start heading that way, because hopefully construction would be finished by the time he got there. he gets part of the way there but gets waylaid by trolls, and has to stop. he eventually scavenges an old dirtbike from a fort and takes a last ditch effort to reach the bridge before he's overwhelmed. he uses the last of his fuel on the bike and his flamethrower and definitely almost dies with the amount of noise and commotion he makes and some of the faster trolls chase him to the bridge and are shot down by the soldiers protecting the construction and he's able to meet the crew waiting for him on the other side :] aaand thats all i remember of it lol

[noisyghost]

the scariest thing you can be for halloween is emotionally vulnerable with a guy that's never taken a hint in his life

[knifearo]

i hate the concept of platonic and romantic as a binary i hate the concept of platonic and romantic as a sliding scale of "less" to "more" i hate the concept of platonic and romantic as the only two options i hate the concept of platonic and romantic as significantly different things i hate the concept of platonic and romantic as all encompassing i hate the concept of platonic and romantic as the two halves of a shallow concept of love that doesn't actually encompass anything at all i think we need to overhaul every popular conception about "types" of love so we can talk about things that are real and true for once

[vlasdygoth]

i've been thinking about a mgs star wars au so obviously this had to happen

[szaryherbatnik]

Look guys i have an explanation for this on a walk today some hags sat me down in front of my laptop and told me oooh szare if you dont draw mikey until 4am you will be doomed forever so i HAD to do this

[teddybeartoji]

aanyway this is what i did todayyy:33333

+ the "man is a moral animal" poem quote poem is by frank bidart btww!!!!!

ta– daaa!!! these are nothing big nothing special but it is really fun to make them hehehehe

[asteralley]

thinking a bit too much about this

[fisheito]

found a baby yaku amidst the Sketchbook-glitch-corruption wreckage..... wondering if he flipped skin tones between black and red and everything in between until he saw his to-be-grandparents (and started mimicking THEIR skin tone....... )

[stupidrant]

Since we’re on the topic of video games, im tired of these fucking remakes. Ive said it before but i’ll say it again each time. These companies dont wanna invest in an actually good remaster or port and would rather waste their time with these remakes bcuz “ooh look how shiny and better the graphics look!!1!1!1” often times it has an empty feeling because everything has to be ultra realism super 6000. Its gotten so bad that now regular gamers are starting to gaslight you into playing or enjoying them. So much has been lost artistically, (like the cool UI designs) that it’s now considered “juvenile” and that i need to “grow up” and “accept it” 😂

[the-gayest-sky-kid]

i think sometimes people forget dazai is 15 in fifteen

[seiwas]

SEL MY SEL …….. crawling over here for the ask game …………… you already know . who i’m going to ask for phdkdjdkdb IN MY DEFENSE I WILL NEVER GET OVER YOUR VERSION OF HIM !!!!!!!

….. sugu ….. with ’sun’ ……. maybe 👉👈

(🍵 <- a little matcha for your troubles … good luck with the writing exercises my loveee <33 i’m cheering you on!!!)

ARI 🥹🥹🥹🥹 hehe ofc i shall write sugu for u! writing him is always so fun 🥹 thank you for the prompt, and for the matcha!! i will be sipping it as i write this 🥹 it is not a trouble at alllll!! esp if it's for youuuuu 🫶

contains: beautiful, gorgeous, sexy neighbor suguru, mood can be a bit unsettling... honestly a little stockholm syndrome-y (does this count as dark? idk 😭), skewed concept of reality and time

suguru + sun

you move into a new neighborhood on your 24th birthday.

it's a quaint house, fully furnished with wooden panels lining its contemporary build. you consider yourself lucky for finding a place this well-kept at the price point you offered. you're honestly surprised that suguru, your now landlord, accepted your application.

the area sits a few kilometers on the outskirts of the city, but it feels neither too quiet nor too busy; a perfect balance with an impressive view of the rising sun this early in the morning. that, and the people seem friendly, greeting you as they pass by. they even offer to help you haul things out of your car and into the house.

to the right of your house is one that holds the same design elements at yours, although a bit darker in its tones. it's sleek and modern, befitting of a bachelor.

"you must be the new tenant," a voice speaks from behind you, syrupy and smooth. you didn't even hear his footsteps.

when you turn around, you're met with a tall man who greets you with his arms held behind his back as he tilts his head low. there's a calmness that radiates off him, a sort of gentleness that signals he’s someone you can trust.

you nod, introducing yourself with your hand outstretched towards him.

"suguru," he replies as his fingers grab yours delicately. your eyes widen in surprise, recognizing the name, and he merely chuckles in return, a soft laugh that brings out kindness in his eyes.

"i should greet you properly," he lets go of your hand, placing it back behind him. "hello, new neighbor."

.

over shared breakfasts by your porch and impromptu dinners over at his, you grow a liking to suguru. he's polite and thoughtful, often knocking at your door in the mornings to offer you a cup of tea to watch the sunrise.

"you'll only find sunrises like this here," he leans back on the wooden chair you set out as outdoor furniture. his head tilts towards you slightly, impossibly close as you notice the corner of his lips curl up into a small grin.

hues of pinks, purples, and orange blend to illuminate his face perfectly. the sun is beautiful in front you, peeking between clouds as it inches away from the horizon, but something about him is infinitely more magnetic. your stare is immediately drawn to his lips, smooth and supple, before it meets his gaze.

you don't know what's worse―wanting to lean in or be pulled by the look in his eyes.

he fixes things that break in your home, always somehow knowing just when to show up. at first, it was your windows, the one by the attic, too high and dangerous for you to climb; then, it was your kitchen sink, its pipes regurgitating the water going down the drain. he's begun to bring you your groceries too, often asking for a list of what you need when he makes trips out of town.

your days blur easily when you're with suguru, and time passes almost fleetingly as you find your hours filled with soft laughs and touches so delicate you sometimes wonder whether they're real.

it should be noted, you think, how much time has passed since you first met him―an anniversary of some sort.

.

you learn that he owns both houses―his and the one you're currently renting. it once belonged to a friend who had to move for bigger, greater responsibilities elsewhere, he'd said.

"why did you decide on renting?" you ask him one night, over wine and candlelight.

your fingers fiddle with his as he sits you on his lap, this thing between you growing more intimate lately. he rubs his thumb along your thigh, resting his chin by your shoulder.

"you could have sold it or something."

he presses his lips gently on your collarbone.

"i could've," his fingers trail up to your waist, crossing your chest before landing on your chin, cupping it lightly to face him. your heart is hammering in your chest, senses on fire as his nose kisses yours. you think you can count every mole that dots his face beautiful. then, he inches closer, lips grazing yours as he whispers, "but i was waiting for you."

.

you mark each day at sunrise.

your digital clocks and calendars stopped working after some time, but you don't mind. suguru always tells you what date it is when you ask.

this morning, you wake up in his bed, and the sun is still as breathtaking as you remember it, the same pink, purple, and orange hues streaming through his window. when you look closely, the clouds―

"good morning," he brings you tea in bed, his hair topped off with a bun, a half-up-half-down.

your stomach fills itself with something warm and fuzzy as you smile at him, "morning."

"slept well?" his hand reaches for your waist under the duvet, and you giggle, ticklish.

"very," you crane your neck to land a soft kiss on his lips. "what date is it today?"

"october 28," he supplies.

your eyebrows shoot up as you realize, "i have to bring my car to the mechanic."

it's been 6 months now since your last check, right before you moved, and though you barely use your car anyway, it's best to be safe.

you quickly move to get up but suguru's hand keeps you in place, firmly pressed on your waist.

"i'll do it," he says with a smile on his face, "you rest here."

.

you barely see your other neighbors except for the girl who smokes a pack of cigarettes a day and the twins down the street.

when you ask suguru about it, he dismisses the question quickly, saying, "must have moved," as he urges you to take another sip of your tea.

you dream of them that night, on bare streets; it wakes you in a cold sweat, the image of your neighborhood reduced to just your house and suguru's.

.

this is the 200th sunrise since you started counting, which means this is the 200th day since you and suguru officially got together. kind of.

your gift for him is a painting of the sunrise, because it reminds you of him; and because it's become your favorite thing to look forward to, too.

the pinks and purples blend together beautifully as it contrasts with the orange hues, and the sun continues to peak above the horizon as it settles between clouds.

suguru kisses you when you give it to him, the taste of tea right on his tongue.

he frames it on his bedside, and when you wake in his room the next morning, it greets you along with the back of his head, fast asleep.

your eyes flit to the view outside his window, the same pinks, purples, and orange hues. you tilt your head curiously, brows furrowing. the sun stays at the same spot above the horizon, and when you look at the painting again, the clouds hold the same position and shape.

a chill washes over you, your hearbeat pounding.

.

"what date is it today?" you ask suguru as you wash the potatoes in the sink.

another bag of groceries from suguru. now that you think about it, you don't think you've ever gone to the grocery store since moving.

"is it important?" he responds, slightly snappy. you've begun to notice that he hates it when you ask lately.

you eye him from the side.

"i was thinking of preparing a menu of what we'll eat during the holidays, if it's near."

the furrow on his brows smooths out as you give your answer, and so he says, "december 5."

and you know something is wrong, because that can't be it. it doesn't make sense with the sunrises you've counted.

.

you dream again, more and more as the days go by―dirt roads and your house and suguru's, run-down and empty. more things start breaking in your apartment, and suguru always knows when they need to be fixed.

there's a deep, twisting feeling in your stomach that intensifies, festering under your skin; it worsens in the mornings, when you sit with suguru at your porch and you think you see a crack in the sunrise.

.

sunrise valley the place where the sun never sets! ─── beautiful, bright, and destined for people who live just like you! find your new home here.

[DISCONTINUED] — FOR DEMOLITION ON DECEMBER 7. under investigation for suspicious spiritual activity and missing persons.

[cringelordofchaos]

SOUTH PARK OMORI AU BECAUSE IM ACTUALLY INSANE

If anyone has any questions about what the actual fuck is supposed to be going on feel free to ask !!!

Hopefully this makes sense to someone out there

(basically stan is sunny, Kyle is somewhat Aubrey, Kenny is somewhat kel and a little hero, Cartman is NOT hero though, butters is basil and shelley is mari. And tolkien is kim now ig.)

[puppyeared]

Tell me about a song you like right now, maybe an animation you just watched that made you think thoughts and feel things

Only Acting by Kero Kero Bonito!! I want to make an animatic for Macaque using this song and some parts of Shadow Play and the s4 special.. although im still mapping it and deciding whether I want to use the radio edit or not lol

[journey-to-the-attic]

there's a moment in lesson 45 of nightbringer where mc falls off a thing (again?? is this foreshadowing?? i'm going to rule-of-three this and wait to see if it happens again) and satan tries and fails to grab their hand to catch them, but now i'm imagining the same thing happening with satan and ik except he does succeed, but it's her right hand and the prosthetic just POP comes straight off

[peacockrulz]

Funny stuff happens on twitter sometimes dkslfjsdlkf

[adelphenium]

In exchange for a request you draw Kaapo Kakko, here's some lore for you!!

Got a speeding ticket on a jet ski

T1 diabetic and celiac

Said he'd replace his missing tooth over a year ago and still hasn't

Lost said tooth in an off season training accident

Loves minimalism and concrete and tiny houses

Definitely had a teenage crush on Mikko Rantanen and has trained with him in the off season for a while in Turku

Insists on keeping his sticks the same length since he was 15 despite being disproportionate to his 6'3 frame. To the point that back when he played for TPS Turku in Finland, the equipment folks cut some longer for him and he snuck away to cut them shorter.

He's a weirdo but he's my favorite weirdo

- 💖

aaah amazing,, i love this lore drop !!!

i ended up drawing his draft picture bc it really called out to me,, i think it's very much in the spirit of all his silliness as you've shown :) ty for the the req and for sharing !!