#i talk a lot about writing for a dude that's never had the guts to publish but i choose to view this as a form of hypnotic self suggestion

[ebbpettier]

i jammed out 900 words today and i'm FEELING BOLD. might even have an entire chapter that's a reasonable length, for once.

[66sharkteeth]

OH MAN LET'S GET BACK INTO WEEKLY THOUGHTS, SHALL WE? I got told I gotta up my social media game for work so gonna be attempting to breathe some more life into these places.

Anyway... Weekly thoughts, ep 198!

Hey have you guys realized yet that my favorite genre of horror is body horror? I especially love body horror that manages to be unsettling or disturbing without being gory. And yeah, I'm sure this isn't that bad to a lot of people since there's absolutely no blood or guts, but I'm delighted that I see a handful of people saying it kind of fucked them up to see Jericho in this condition.

Also appreciating people acknowledging that while this backstory doesn't justify everything he did, it definitely explains it. I've talked about this a bit in the CoB discord server, but I think everything that happened at home with his brother did traumatize him and dude definitely needs therapy for it, but the lab is what broke him and made him a villain.

Now as for Claude... My precious stupid bird whom I love writing. Hm. I think one thing I do wanna clarify is like... when Jericho told him to become a blank, it wasn't an order like a lot of people seem to think it was. I think it's important to remember that the line before that (in a previous episode) was "What can I do to make you trust me?" so when Jericho said "become a blank" it was more like... "lol idk become a blank ig" with the expectation that it'd never happen. Kinda like telling someone "idk, give me a million dollars" when they ask "how can I help?" Jericho definitely didn't realize the power he had over Claude at that point (nor how unwell Claude was mentally).

Another thing I'd like to point out that I don't think anyone picked up on is the difference between an earlier Claude backstory ep and this one.

Ep 140:

Vs. Now:

He finally found the ONE person he cares about and he can't return it as long as he's human. Given that, everything he did wasn't a very hard decision for him.

[trialbywombaat]

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Kinda hoping Make Me Write is open end

Omg, I am so sorry it took me so long long to respond to this. I've had almost no time this last week for any kind of downtime 😭😭😭. Please accept this nice little chunk as an apology:

So he swallowed his nerves and started typing. Hey Tommy, this is Buck. I just wanted to say I'm sorry again about last night. He read it over, trying to evaluate his message. It seemed like a safe enough opener. It wasn't like he'd be taking any real risk by sending it through. For a moment, he felt that same mix of push and pull he'd felt the night before at the bar. The battle between his instincts to follow wherever Tommy would lead him, to take anything Tommy would offer, and the rush of fear and uncertainty he'd felt that everything was too much, all at once. The sense that he'd been about to open a door without any guarantee that he was ready for what was on the other side. He wasn't going to let fear win again. He pressed send. Then immediately closed his phone and shoved it in his pocket. With any luck, Tommy would be too busy to reply just yet, and Buck would have another few hours before having to go through all of that all over again. The waiting might be bad, sure, but at least the ball wasn't in his court. He'd just managed to open his laptop and type in his password when he felt his phone buzzing against his leg. So much for a shot at peace. His heart was hammering at a hundred miles a minute, and he didn't even know it was Tommy texting him back, yet. For all he knew it was just spam. But...no. It wasn't spam. No need to apologise, the message read. Buck waited with baited breath as he watched those stupid, gut-wrenching three little dots bounce up and down as Tommy kept typing. Then more words popped up on his screen. Are you okay? Buck snorted out loud, and shot back a message without thinking. That's the million dollar question, isn't it? He was tempted to leave it there. Surely he'd already been brave enough for one day. But he wanted - needed - to talk about everything. And he wanted to talk about it with Tommy. He typed his next message out slowly, more purposefully than the last. He hoped that Tommy had something else to do and wouldn't notice how long Buck had spent typing. It's just that I've never hooked up with a dude before. He almost shuddered when he re-read the message. Swapped out 'dude' for 'guy', and then 'man'. Closed his eyes hard, so hard it hurt, as though that would help anything. And strongly reconsidered his choice of the words 'hooked up'. But then, what else would he say? That he's never met a man that he's wanted so badly before? That he's never kissed a man before, never been so intoxicated by a single kiss that he followed said man into a bathroom stall and almost immediately fallen to his knees and - and... It was the memory of kneeling on the bathroom floor, completely frozen, his eyes locking on Tommy's as if in silent plea, that had him pressing send again. Before he could even steel himself for a response, he was interrupted by the ringing of the school bell signalling the end of recess, and just moments later, the sound of shouting coming from down the hall. He heard a crash that was almost certainly chair being thrown across a classroom. And then all hell broke loose.

I'm having a lot of fun with this game and finding it really helpful, so I figure I may as well keep it open as long as people want to request things for.

Make me write

[howlingday]

Dig if you will this scene: here.

I know there's no one-to-one connections, but which RWBoys would best fit the scene?

Persemblance 4 Gilded: Ski Trip Gone Wrong

The sun is going to set soon... Should you ask somebody to accompany you down the slope?

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-Ask Yang -Ask Blake -Ask Pyrrha -Ask Emerald ->Ask the guys

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You decided to ask Neptune, Cardin, and Somewhat to ski with you...

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You and the guys enjoyed your time together on the mountain...

Neptune: Considering we've been hitting the slopes for about two days straight, I think I've gotten a lot better. (Sighs) But, of course, just when I get the hand of things is the moment we have to leave. Happens every time...

Somewhat: Oh, what should I do...? I'm going to be head-hunted by the pros... I already have an exclusive contract with Coal & Sons!

Neptune: Dude, there are no competitions where you slide downhill on your stomach.

Somewhat: Snow is so weird... I've never seen it before. How does this stuff get in the sky in the first place?

Neptune: It's the same as rain, except when it's too cold, if just freezes and falls as snow.

Somewhat: Wouldn't that make it, like, little lumpy ice balls that bonk you on the head and stuff? Ouch!

Neptune: Why are you being so nitpicky?

Cardin: It is kinda mysterious, though. How these little, white water flowers just tumble delicately from the sky... When you look up, you don't usually notice it, but I can understand how deep the sky is... I feel like I'm falling in...

Neptune: Wow... I always had you pegged as one of those "warrior poet" types, but I didn't see that coming.

Somewhat: Cardin has the heart of a dreamy, little girl~.

Cardin: Shut the hell up! You started this stupid conversation in the first place!

Somewhat: I just asked where snow comes from. I didn't start writing "dairy" tales about white flowers and falling into the sky and stuff.

Cardin: Y-You pickin' a fight with me, Rat?!

Neptune: Look, it's going to get dark soon, so we should start heading back. I think today's dinner will have some actual meat tonight, and if we don't get there on time, that carnivore, Yang, is gonna get it all.

Cardin: Considerin' how active we've been today, it'll really suck if we don't get some dinner tonight. So, which way do we get back to the lodge?

Neptune: I... wasn't really paying attention... I wasn't expecting it to start snowing this much, and I thought we'd be able to see it from up here.

Cardin: How 'bout you, Arc? Do you remember the way?

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-"It should be right..." ->"I think it's left..."

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Neptune: Dude, are you sure? This might be a ski area, but one wrong turn and we'll end up in the mountains!

Somewhat: ...A-At least if worse comes to worst, I can just go into hi-brie-nation! I read about that in a book!

Neptune: That's totally wrong! You do that, and you'll wake up on the other side!

Cardin: In any case, let's get goin'. We can't dally around with it snowing this much already.

Neptune: You're right. Alright then, let's get going!

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The snow is rapidly decreasing any visibility... You decide to somehow make your way to the lodge...

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You've walked quite a bit, but the lodge is still nowhere to be seen... The snow seems to be coming down even harder now...

Neptune: Are you guys okay?! You guys are still here, right?!

Cardin: You two, me, and... Hey, where's Somewhat?!

Somewhat: (Trudging up. Covered in snow) Over here... And no jokes like "Ack! A talking snowman!" right now, please...

Neptune: This isn't good! We're c-completely lost a-and it's so cold, I feel like I'm g-g-gonna die!

Cardin: Don't give up so easy! Show some guts, dammit!

Somewhat: I remember reading that people who give up first are the first to die... Actually, Sir...? I think I'm all out of aura...

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->"Don't fall asleep, no matter what!" -"We should keep walking." -"Let's dig a snow hut."

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Somewhat: (Snores)

Neptune: H-He just said not to fall asleep! Quick screwing around, or else you'll die! For real this time!

Cardin: ...Hey! Doesn't that look like a cottage?

Neptune: Great, and now you're h-hallucinating... Y-You start dreaming on your f-feet and you'll be the next to d-die!

Cardin: I'm not dreaming, asshole! Open your frickin' eyes and look!

Somewhat: Whuh... EEK~! It really is a "snowy mountain cottage"! Suddenly, in the dead of night, the phone line gets cut and, one by one, the inhabitants are picked off and die by the fireplace poker...

Neptune: That'll be the least of our worries... Look, we can't stay out in the snow like this. Let's get over there, quickly!

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Neptune: H-Hey! Excuse me! Is anyone here?!

There is no answer from inside...

Neptune: ...Wait, huh? (Walks inside with guys)

The door was unlocked, but there's no one inside...

Somewhat: I can't see anything.

Cardin: Wonder why it was open...

Neptune: I dunno, but it's better than freezing to death! Let's just consider ourselves lucky, okay? Anybody know the lodge's phone number? We can call them up and have them send some rescue services or something...

You shake your head with Somewhat.

Neptune: Seriously? Don't tell me... no one knows what it is?

Cardin: I don't have my scroll with me!

Somewhat: Me neither.

Neptune: Really?! Come ON, man! That's why scrolls were invented! You're SUPPOSED to keep it around!

Cardin: Who the hell would I call?! We were all hangin' around together! If you'd told me we were gonna get lost, then I'd have remembered to BRING IT!

Somewhat: I'm all naked in here! You should've told me this was gonna happen!

Neptune: How was I supposed to know?! If I'd known this was gonna happen, then we wouldn't have gotten lost! (Groans) Fine, I'll give Yang a call. (Opens scroll, Stuffs it)

Somewhat: C'mon, Neptune! Quit stalling! Hurry up and call Miss Yang!

Neptune: ...the battery's dead.

Cardin: AFTER ALL THE SHIT YOU GAVE US FOR BEING UNPREPARED, NOW THIS?!

Neptune: It's an old scroll, so it runs out, okay?! I can't afford a new one because I was saving up for a motorcycle! I never would've imagined something like this would happen!

Neptune: C'mon, Jaune! You're our only hope!

Cardin: Arc! You're our hero, ain't'cha?!

Somewhat: You always save us, Sir! I've always believed in you!

They're staring at you with such great hope in their eyes...! The screen reads "No service"... It seems there is no signal here...

Neptune: Welp, that settles it. We're dead.

Somewhat: I-I-I'm s-s-so c-c-c-freezing~!

Cardin: Even with all that fur?

Neptune: Who knows when this blizzard is going to let up... We're screwed if we have to spend the night here. Oh, well... There's a hearth right here, so let's start a fire in that. But how are we going to do that? I don't have a lighter or anything...

Cardin: Let's look around. They wouldn't put a firepit here if there wasn't stuff to use in it.

You find old newspapers and some matches... After some effort, you manage to get a fire going...

Neptune: Man... It looks like we're gonna survive this after all...

Cardin: I wonder where we are... Even if we do get in touch with the others, are they gonna be able to find us?

Somewhat: I bet we'll freeze here... Come tomorrow morning, we'll all be blocks of ice!

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->"Don't give up!" -"We'll manage..." -"Shut up, I'm cold, too."

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Somewhat: Sir... Your courage's paw-inspiring! I already feel a little warmer just basking in the glow of your awesomeness!

Neptune: But man, this little fire's too small to warm up the four of us...

Cardin: So let's light a fire on part of the floor, too. There's plenty of wood around.

Neptune: That's called arson! We'll just end up burning to death instead of freezing to death!

Cardin: Sheesh, all you do is complain... I don't see you coming up with any ideas! If we can't start a fire, then we just have to wear more stuff! Is there another coat around here?

Neptune: Oh, yeah, sure! Like there's a big fuzzy... thick... warm... coat...

Somewhat: ...Wh-Why are you looking at me?!

Neptune: Maybe... If we pass him around...

Somewhat: B-But I'm like a little boy! If all of you start grabbing for me, my innocence will be destroyed~!

Cardin: WILL YOU KNOCK IT OFF WITH THAT CRAP?!

BZZZT!

Neptune: ...That thing turned on just now, right? It wasn't just me?

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-"I'll go take a look." ->"Let's check it out."

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Neptune: R-Right! But why...?

Cardin: I'm comin', too, Arc!

Somewhat: Me three! This smells fishy~!

Neptune: H-Hey, wait up!

Neptune: (Runs up to look, Thud!) Whoa! Dude! Stop! What the hell are you doing?! Quit screwing around!

Cardin: But we have to find out. Right, Arc?

Somewhat: No! S-Sir! Stop it! You'll fall inside!

Yang: (Kicks down the door) H-H-H-H-HEY! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS DOING IN HERE?!

Pyrrha: JAUNE, NO, DON'T LEAVE ME~!

Pyrrha: (Blake and Emerald run in) Oh... They're still dressed...

Neptune: What are you doing here?! And, wait, what was that about our clothes?

Blake: Wait, why would they be taking off their clothes?

Emerald: (Groans) Do I really have to explain it?

Somewhat: Did you girls come to rescue us? I can't believe you came so far into the mountains to save me~!

Blake: What are you talking about? This little hut is right behind the lodge we're staying in.

Emerald: It looks like a storage shed. They don't lock it because the workers come here at all times during the day.

Yang: Anyway... What were the four of you doing, shoving each other around in here?

Cardin: Uh... We were checkin' the TV...

Emerald: Why? What's the matter with it?

Pyrrha: Oh! Is this one of those male-bonding exercises I've heard about? Should we come back later?

Neptune: What...? N-No! No! You're totally wrong!

The girls' stares are painful... You desperately explain what happened just now...

Yang: Okay, so you got lost, stumbled into this conveniently placed cottage, and needed to warm each other up...

Neptune: NO, DAMMIT! WEREN'T YOU LISTENING?!

Cardin: The TV just turned itself on! It makes no sense! Hasn't the case been over for months now?

Yang: So? Maybe the wiring's bad, or something. Or you saw some light reflected in it...

Somewhat: (Sniffling) This mouse-understanding is so heart-breaking... I feel so dirty... My reputation as a hero has been sullied...

Emerald: It looks like the TV isn't even plugged in... If what you all are saying is true, then we might have to reopen the investigation.

Neptune: That's what we've been saying from the start!

Yang: This TV, huh? Then let's take a closer look, shall we?

Neptune: H-Hey... Wait a minute...

[fitgirlfemdom]

hi! I’m just curious about something you mentioned about not being explicitly into everything you post - do you think it’s attracted unwanted attention? would you rather discuss non-kink topics on here as well? I think it would be cool if you incorporated some of the other stuff you’re passionate about (anime, music, etc) 🖤

The real me is not as sexual as this account displays. I've been celibate for half a year and I masturbate maybe once or twice a week for like 20 min. I still write and draw NSFW content, but that's for my main art account that isn't linked here (this isn't for privacy or anything--i just have art moots that probably don't wanna see fat bears eating cake on their timeline 24/7).

90% of the stuff I write/have posted about, I'm into, and I enjoyed writing, especially my longer posts! If I wasn't interested in something, I wouldn't write about it for free. The issue was messages in my DMs, especially near the beginning of this account. It's why I tried enforcing the rule that if you send me face pics, I'd block you, because a lot of the people that messaged me I did not find sexually attractive. Without a face, it's much easier to RP. Also because of the dick pics. Don't get me wrong, some of you guys had very respectable cocks but I can't deny that it made me feel gross to be sent them without my consent.

The worst part was actually enjoying talking to some of you, and then realizing you clearly just used me as a dumping ground for your fetish pics, without any consideration as to who I was. It was like my DMs were just "Send Photos of Your Gut to 19 Year Old Girl Here" without any personality, any interest in who I was. Just a nameless girl who you could imagine your fantasies with. I'd ask about your day or what you were interested in, and I'd get a pic of your gut in an office chair with "whoaaaaa just drank two liters of soda :/ so bloated rn." How do I respond to that? "Good"? 😭

I think the worst DM I got was a guy saying I was "in denial about being a housewife," which I mean, I've dabbled in misogyny kink content before. Bimbofication is literally on my profile. I've never brought up my feminist views or politics, although I would consider myself a feminist, since all people should have equal rights and freedom of expression. I also believe housewives can be feminists. There is nothing on my account about my political views, nor about my career or education, because it's not important to writing porn about feeding dudes cake.

When I brushed him off with a "Haha," he just kept going, paragraphs and paragraphs about how he wanted me to be his trophy wife and clean his shit out of a bucket??? You don't even know me??? And I never responded, but it really just made me realize--just saying I'm into femdom, no matter what it is, is seen as a political transgression to these people. I'm literally into gentle femdom and want a chubby hubby/wife that I can make happy and secure financially. None of my posts are "Women are superior, men should be locked in cages." Most of my posts are "I want a gym guy who enjoys my cooking and jerks off a lot."

I DO use female supremacy tags sometimes because I use dozens of tags, and that's on me. I just type "fem" and click the ones that come up. I've also written works that are VERY misogynistic, like calling myself a fleshlight or literally writing fics about me getting gangbanged. I feel like this guy just saw "femdom" in my username and lost his mind. By tagging my stuff like this, I honestly was asking for trouble to come, so yeah, I think I just got unwanted attention I wasn't ready for.

In regards to talking about others topics, I just figured no one gave a shit, and people probably don't, but I am very passionate about metal music and music history. I have a useless amount of knowledge about various 90s/2000s metal bands and music from that time. If I get asked questions about it, I'll answer, and I DO need to follow more people on this website, but my current answer is: I don't know, maybe. I'll see how I feel.

[ticklishbeans4]

2D Beings Deserve Tickles To!

I've been wanting to write something with Prismo for awhile given all the art that's been floating around! And how could I not add Finn and Jake in there?

Jake and Finn were laying on the floor of Prismo’s cube, chilling out as they watched some other dimension stuff with the comic being. This had become a pretty common occurrence with the three, Prismo seemed to enjoy the company, and the two brothers were more than happy to provide it. Plus, it was super cool to see other versions of themselves.

“Oh this ones pretty cool!” Prismo gushed, “This one was made when someone wished that they could just live as a child forever. So I made a kid world! Aren’t they cute?”

“Awwww! Look at little Finn!” Jake cooed, “I forgot how cute you were!”

“Are you kidding? Look at puppy you!” Fin laughed, “You’re so tiny!”

“Not as cute as you!” Jake laughed, jumping on Finn and starting a wrestling match between the brothers.

Prismo watched fondly, this happened a lot when they came over, but it never stopped being amusing to see. It kinda made him wish he had a sibling, someone he could hangout with and talk to. A built in best friend, like Finn and Jake.

He was brought out of his thoughts by a sudden shriek, followed by a burst of laughter from Finn. Looking over, his eyes widened and he quickly looked away, if he could blush, he was sure he’d be red as Golb. Jake was tickling Finn.

Now Prismo was no stranger to the concept of tickling. Watching hundreds of universes with hundreds of people, he’d seen plenty of tickling. It always had a… weird effect on him. It made his guts feel twisty and fluttery, he couldn’t always look at it, but sometimes he couldn’t look away, sometimes he’d even replay those moments over and over. He didn’t really get why he felt like this, the only other time he felt like this was around Jake but… it was different. He knew that without a shadow of a doubt.

“HELP!” Finn cried, reaching a hand out to Prismo before he shot it back down when Jake scribbled into his underarm.

Prismo just tried to focus on the screen, not able to look directly at the scene. He wished he knew why he felt this way about such an innocent practice. He’d watched parents tickling their kids, siblings getting into tickle fights, heck! He’d seen babies in the baby dimension tickle each other! So it was just an innocent, fun, silly thing! Sure he knew it could be used in… other ways, but those didn’t make him feel all fluttery and twisty.

“Prismo, you good?” Jake asked, apparently having given Finn mercy.

“Oh! Uh, yeah! Yeah I’m good! Totally good! So good actually! Ha! Why do you ask?” he said nervously, moving from wall to wall with his jittery energy.

Finna sat up, rubbing his belly, “Dude, are you sure? You’re acting all weird.”

“Nope! I’m dandy as candy!” he laughed, “Hey! Let me show you the dimension where everyone is a stuffed animal!”

“Prismo…” Jake said, his voice sending shivers up Prismos back. “Are you ticklish?”

“Am I…” he thought for a second, was he ticklish? “I… huh, I don’t know. No one’s ever tried.”

“What?” the pair cried, immediately jumping to their feet.

“You’ve never been tickled?” Jake cried, “Dude it’s like, the best! How have you never been tickled!?”

Prismo shrugged, “Well, who’s gonna do that to the wish master? No one really does that kind of thing around here, ya know?”

The two looked aghast, which was a little funny. Till their faces changed with a single shared look, devious smiles spread across their faces.

Jake casually cracked his fingers, “Well… I guess there’s a first time for everything.”

Finn smirked, “I think it’ll be fun to be the first ones to try.”

Prismo felt that twisty fluttery feeling in full force. He didn’t know if he should run, or just let it happen. He did want it to happen, but also every part of him was saying to run. “I- uh- w-well!”

Jake chuckled as he stalked closer to the 2D being, “Don’t worry Prismo, we’ll be nice!” ���For the most part.” Finn giggled, a distinctly evil sound to Prismo.

“N-now guys! Let's just chill! I-I mean, we can just sit back and watch some other dimensions and eat cheese crackers!” he rambled, waving his hands around animatedly.

Well it seemed the pair weren’t swayed by his incredible argument, as they pounced, scribbling at where his belly was on the floor. And Prismo was absolutely not prepared for the feeling. It was like… Glob he didn’t even know! He’d never felt anything like this! It was light, but scratchy, but it made him feel all tingly and light and weird!

Poor Prismo didn’t stand a chance against the feeling, especially since he’d never experienced it before. Immediately he burst into giggles, and shot himself over to the other wall. There was a pause, a moment where they all just looked at each other…

“Get ‘im!” Jake cried, and the two launched themselves at Prismo again. Prismo wasn’t fast enough to get away as they scribbled at him again. Finn targeted his belly, but Jake decided to try other spots. He stretched his limbs to scratch at his underarms and his neck.

Primso shrieked, a weird sound coming from him in his opinion, and fell into cackling laughter. He didn’t run this time, just flapped his hands and wiggled around in the room. Random things began appearing in the room as well, a feather duster, a pig, flowers, little glowy swirls, stars, and moons appearing on the walls. “Jake! Dude! His powers are goin bananers!” Finn laughed, picking up the feather duster and brushing it against Prismo’s side, making him screech and jerk away.

“NOHOHOHOHO! AHAHAHAHAAHAH! STAHAHAHAHAP!” he shrieked, not at all wanting it to stop. This was more fun than any wish granting, any dimension watching, it was even more fun than pickle making!

“Aw, you’re fine!” Jake teased, “You’re barely trying to get away! I bet you like it!”

“NOOOOHOHOOHO!” he lied, laughing wildly as the pair seemed to attack from all angles. They left practically no spot untickled, it was maddening, but also some of the most fun he’d had in his life! After what felt like an eternity, but also somehow didn’t last nearly long enough, Prismo had had enough. He zoomed just outside of the room, giggling as he caught his breath. “Prismo!” Jake called, “Where’d you go? Are you ok? We didn’t go too far did we?”

“No!” he called back, “I just… I needed a breather!” “We won’t tickle you again!” Finn shouted out, “You can come back!”

“...You won’t make fun of me right?” he asked, “Like, you promise?”

“We promise dude.” Finn answered.

“And we don’t break promises.” Jake added.

Prismo took a deep breath and came back in, looking flustered. “So… I guess that… happened.” “Yeah man! It was awesome!” Jake grinned, patting Prismo’s shoulder. “You took it like a champ! I doubt Finn could last that long with two tickle monsters!”

“I totally could!” the teen protested.

Jake smiled wickedly, “Oh yeah? Prismo, wanna help me out?”

Prismo grinned, moving closer to the kid, “I’m not usually one for revenge plots, but…”

Finn seemed to realize how bad he donked up. “Uh- h-hey now! Let’s talk about this!”

But there was no time to talk, as Jake jumped on his brother and pinned him down. Prismo only paused for a moment, he’d never actually tried to tickle someone, he’d only watched it. But… it couldn’t be that hard! He got his hands onto Finn’s knees, a spot he’d seen Jake tickle him, and began wiggling his fingers. Finn let out a hilariously high pitched scream before he fell into a fit of laughter. “NAAHAHAHAHA! PRISMOHOHOHO!” “What? I’m not doing anything!” he laughed, moving his wiggly fingers to the softer underside of his knees, making Finn scream again.

“Dang son! You’re a natural!” Jake praised, sending butterflies fluttering in Prismo’s belly.

“Awww, gee, thanks Jake.” he smiled sheepishly.

Jake grinned, before he joined in the wrecking, squeezing at Finn’s ribs, sending the boy kicking and shrieking.

“STAHAHHAHAAHAP FLIHIHIHIHRTING!” Finn cackled, which made Prismo splutter, before digging punishingly into the backs of his knees, getting a scream from the teen.

“We’re not flirting! Shut up!” There was no flirting! Jake was just a good friend! Nothing more! Besides, he had Lady…

Jake blew a raspberry on Finn’s belly, getting a loud squeal in return. “I’ll teach you not to make Prismo uncomfortable!”

Prismo laughed, “My hero!”

Jake flexed his arms, stretching them to look like muscles, which made Prismo snort as he giggled at him. Sadly this also distracted the pair from Finn, who promptly tackled Jake and scribbled into his belly. The poor dog immediately burst into bright laughter, his leg adorably kicking at the same time.

“NAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NO FAIR!” he cried, snorting as Finn attacked. Finn just grinned evilly and replied, “Too bad!”

Prismo hesitated for a second, but when Finn nodded for him to join, he decided to just go for it! He got his hands behind Jakes ears and began scribbling, making Jake bark in shock before falling into loud laughter.

“PRISMOHOHOHOHO! YOU TRAHAHAHAITOR!” the dog shrieked, kicking his leg and laughing loudly.

Prismo laughed at his friend, “All’s fair in love and war!”

“Especially tickle wars!” Finn agreed.

“YOU WAHAHANT A WAHAHAR!?” Jake cried, before stretching himself away from the pair and quickly attacking their bellies. “I’ll show you a war!”

Prismo shrieked with Finn as his friend tickled them to pieces. He wasn’t complaining though, this was fun! Probably the most fun he’d had in… forever! He never wanted it to end! He was definitely adding some tickle scenes in Fionna and Cake! And well… he’d probably ask Finn and Jake to come by a lot more often.

[neoyi-backstreetback]

Aephorul/Resh'an, 4, 10, 15, 20!

And Marine/Prima, 2, 13

*cracks knuckles* Let's start with Marine and Prima since there's less of that.

2) who says “I love you” more?

Honestly, both of them would be equally sharing that role, but in significantly different ways. Marine is much more outwardly and while it's not always a direct "I love you!" He is far, far, far more affectionate about it. That is, in a very blatant, glomping/planting dramatic kisses/locking-arms-out-in-public kinda way. He's a french robot, what'd ya expect?

Prima tends to be more subtle. He prefers the quiet "I love yous" in the privacy of their home (well, space ship in this case.) He tends to wordlessly wrap his arms around Marine or give him reassuring pecks on the forehead whenever Marine is sad or something like that. I personally like writing where the two don't necessarily say "I loves you" at the drop of a hat, but express it in their own ways through gestures and spoken reassurances/affections.

And without delving too much into spoiler territory, Prima would be the kind to softly tell Marine he loves him when the latter is asleep, for reasons I can't say yet since we're not at that part in the story.

13) who gives the most compliments?

This is the only one on the answer list that I did not draw art for, partially because after drawing everything else on this blog post, I started getting tired and partially because I could not really think of what to draw with Marine and Prima specifically for this piece.

The answer is, both would, but again, in their own ways. When Marine is especially happy Prima did something he likes, that bot is gonna be super giddy and enthusiastic with his compliments. Prima would dish out his more casually with a thumbs up; kinda like a "eyyy, that was the ritz, Fish Bot."

Okay, now for Resh'an and Aephorul.

4) who swears more?

Aephorul.

Resh'an tend to swear when prompted more than anything.

10) who usually makes dinner?

In his younger, pre-immortal days, Resh'an was a prince, so he had personal chefs literally cooking for him everyday, so dude never learned a damn thing. Obviously, also being a guy hyperfixated in alchemy meant he'd ignore food for hours at a time and sustain on coffee and whatever meals his servants left him that he only shoved into his mouth hole when he realized that, oh right, eating and drinking is what keeps you focused and not feel like dying.

Aephorul isn't a master chef by any means, but constantly traveling alone for so long and surviving harsh conditions meant he learned to cook what he could. We're talking camping, wilderness survivor levels, so he knows how to skin rabbits, pluck feathers from birds he's shot, and gut fishes he's killed. Most of them are just roasted over an open fire. Everything else is food he'll have bought from any towns and cities he's in and often ones that'll last, like dried sausages or cheese. ...He can fry eggs, but boiling them means he can store them to be munched on later.

Aephorul did try to teach Resh'an how to cook (survival and all), but it basically boiled down to Aephorul just doing most of it himself when it became clear that man would be likely to burn a house down with his lethal handling of a frying pan.

Post-immortal, Aephorul has an army of minions from all across the multiverse who often serve him food, half of which he doesn't really eat anyway because he just has a lot of work to do. Though the ones he does eat, he's actually very grateful for it. Aephorul genuinely has fond memories dining out in restaurants and bars in his travels, so he likes eating whenever he has the time. Sometimes, he actually will eat with his minions because he liked the bustling sounds of a busy bar in his youth. Aephorul doesn't really say much, he just lets Barma'thazel or the Acolytes chat about what Kevin's been doing to the office fern the other day or if any of them signed the card for Carol's retirement party.

Resh'an, being the kind of guy with a lot of time on his hands and genuinely appreciate of the world(s) around him, did eventually learn to cook and especially bake (hey, it's mixing ingredients, just like alchemy) which would prove useful a few times...........................but largely never really did make good use of it in favor of the truly heinous amount of take out he ends up ordering instead due to his literal centuries holed up in his library cave doing spacetime research and the shitton of endless money he can alchemy up whenever he damn well wants to pay for his umpteenth Chipotle burrito.

15) who isn’t afraid to embarrass the other in public?

Technically both. Aephorul, usually when he's the most angry; Resh'an if Aephorul pushed his buttons enough. There have been MOUNTAINS of arguments between the two of them out in public before they learned to at least STOP TIME so they could conduct their bitchfest without prying eyes or ears.

Pre-immortal days, it was usually Resh'an embarrassing Aephorul, but in a very affectionate way. In spite of being, like, 20, Resh'an would do that shit where kids would pull someone's pigtails or poke them with a pencil as a sign that they liked them. Past Resh'an would absolutely do that to Aephorul when they were slowly getting to know each other. Aephorul found it annoying, but damn it, he could not stop blushing at that guy For Some Reason.

Resh'an did stop eventually, largely because he outgrew it. Running away from home and learning to adapt to life outside a palace took the spoiled child out of him relatively quickly.

20) who is more ‘physically passionate’? (hugs, kisses, or maybe more…)

Aephorul without a doubt. And absolutely out in public. He will smother that man with kisses, hugs, and minor inappropriate touching until someone complained and the two of them would be escorted out of the park because damn it, they were warned about this.

Resh'an tries to put a stop to it before it gets too far and maintain some decorum, but he secretly feels validated that Aephorul, after millennia after millennia, has never stopped loving him. Resh'an adores the affection, he just won't admit it.

[potatogirlll]

so, jojos and autism

Since it's 7 am and i have nothing else to do, I've decided to compile a list of Jojo characters that i think may be autistic. Because there are. A LOT.

Part 3

Jotaro: dude. He is literally THE most autistic anime character I've ever seen in my entire life. How he gets upset over stupid shit but remains calm during actually distressful situations. How he's mostly quiet and his expression is always the same. HOW HE THINKS EVERYONE ELSE KNOWS WHAT HE IS THINKING. and also that one clip with koichi where he is UNABLE to make small talk. Yeah

kakyoin: Self isolated masking child prodigy that memorizes random trivia he finds and uses it as a conversation starter. Literally feels like he is alone in the world and no one can understand him because no one tries and no one can, he also has an extremely internalized displeasure and apathy towards the world... This is mostly subtext but if you pay attention its there, i love my boy

Part 4

Kira: extreme anxiety over his nails, masks all the time, kind of infodumps, lack of empathy, obsession with his routines, etc. This one i am not so sure about, as he definetely has antisocial personality disorder and his obsessions with his routine and his nails could be interpreted as OCD. just some thoughts

rohan: OK HEAR ME OUT. No social awareness, has a very specific way of writing his manga, DOESNT CARE WHEN HIS HOUSE IS BURNING DOWN AND WANTS TO KNOW HOW JOSUKE CHEATED. Licks a fucking spider and doesnt see the problem!!!!!!! ik yall hate him (affectionately????) but i just had to say this.

Part 5

Giorno: usually monotonous voice, thinks outside of the box, always the same expression, socially distant. This one is mostly a gut feeling, but it could also be interpreted as him being a very traumatized kid.

Part 6

Weather Report: RAPTOR HANDS? ONLY WHISPERING TO PEOPLE HE TRUSTS IN FRONT OF PEOPLE HE DOESNT KNOW? TIPTOEING??? yeah

Anasui: (disclaimer: i hate jolysui i hate him as a person i hate how the manga did him i hope he just stays in his little queerplatonic relationship with weather while taking care (very horribly might i add) of emporio and never is exposed to the outside world. i love him. ughhhhh) lack of social cues, especially with jolyne, obsession with dismembering things, extreme emotional outbursts,,, the signs are there, but it could also be interpreted as ocd, ocpd and intermittent explosive personality disorder, respectly. whatever.

Pucci: uses prime numbers as stimming mechanism, kind of sees social interactions unconventionally, lack of empathy (but not as much as kira, also no clear malicious intent, so i dont think hes coded as a psychopath?). Again, could be interpreted as OCD.

not gonna add foo fighters because theyre literally plankton but they do have autistic traits

i havent finished part 7 and havent started part 8. as of writing this, part 9 currently just released its first chapter, and i dont see any autistic traits in any of the characters rn. might edit this in the future and add anyone that i might have missed or just discovered through reading the later parts. Thats all i wanted to say, thanks 4 reading

[greenlightbulbonawire]

Misfits (yeah like the Arcane song)

XLIX.

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Summary: From the dark musty cell of Stillwater all the way to the very base of Firelights, but where to from there? Guess you'll just have to let fate lead you.

Author's note: I'm back with more content!! I know left you on kind of a cliffhanger and than this chapter's probably gonna be dissapointing for a lot of you, but then again, this is supposed to be slow burn (I never wrote a fanfiction b4 so if it doesn't feel like slow burn, I'm sorry ToT) Anyways, also my apologies for not posting last week, I ran out of pre-written chapters and didn't feel like writing, BUT, I did get my motivation back so here we are!! enjoy the chapter and have an amazing day<3

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“What do you mean he told you?” Your somewhat horrified and mildly perturbed expression resting on your face as Scars words set into your mind. “Well, to be perfectly candid, he didn’t need to tell me, since Ekko’s like the only person you hang out with, besides the kids, and I really doubt that you’d feel the need to ask about something you’re feeling towards children.” “Okay, first of all, I do not only hang out with Ekko and the kids! I have a lot of friends here!” You furrowed your brows and folded your arms in front of your chest, faking being insulted and scrunching your face. “Uh huh, okay, and second of all?” “I haven't figured that one out yet.” Scar chuckled quietly at your statement and shook his head, the smile still lingering on the man's lips. “Look, I know you probably made your choice carefully…” He started to say as you murmured “No not really” under your breath but stayed listening to his sentence. “But honestly, I’m not the best person for this talk, I have my kids and all, but I think you’d find more help in someone closer to your age.” “I thought you were close to my age though.” The man gave you a confused look and tilted his head slightly. “[Reader] you do realize that I’m about ten years older than you, do you?” “YOUR WHAT”

… “Or maybe it’d be best just to talk with Ekko you know?” “Yeah, but how do I do that? What would I even ask him?” The girl who helped you in the kitchen that one time, and who you learned was called Lyra became your second victim. “Uh I guess you could just get him slightly drunk and then ask whatever or just start talking with him, Ekko always tends to spill his guts when he's drunk or high from my personal experience.” You nodded in acknowledgement and thought back to the one night when the council blew up, and you and Ekko had your little drinking session on his balcony. “I mean, there was this one time when we were both drunk, and he told me I was pretty or something.” “What are we even talking about here then?? I really, genuinely doubt he’s not into you.” Lyra said and rolled her eyes and you could literally feel the blood rushing to turn your cheeks red.

“Look, I don’t know you all that well and shit, but I never thought that you’d be a coward.” “I’M NOT A COWARD” “Yeah? GO TALK TO HIM THEN DUDE.” You sighed and let out a little whiny sound. “He’s busy repairing my hoverboard right now, I’m not gonna bother him.” “You broke it again?” Lyra chuckled and shook her head, fixing her eyes back onto the dinner in making, skillfully cutting up some root vegetables, as the sound of a knife hitting the cutting board repetitively accompanied their words. “Ehh you know, shit happens.” You replied and rolled your eyes lightheartedly, not that Lyra could see it anyway. “Not so sure about that, it’s more like you’re just really careless, or you’ve made it your own personal goal to ruin your board as much as possible.” The girl teased you back and scraped the cut up vegetable into a pot of boiling water with some other stuff getting cooked in it already.

You had to admit, even if this girl was brutally honest sometimes and could be more of an acquired taste, she was good company, especially if she was cooking. With her in the kitchen, the whole atmosphere of the room felt so comfortable. The smell of the food being cooked mixed with the light banter coming from Lyra and yellow sunlight seeping into the room could even challenge the evening chats with Ekko on that billboard on Faes street. “Hey no fair, I swear I’m not doing it on purpose.” “How about you take some responsibility finally and own up to your actions huh?” Even if you didn’t want to, you had to admit they were right. “Whatever, don't worry your pretty head about it, come here and help me. I’m in a good mood and feel like actually teaching you stuff.” “Oh really? So you’ve finally taken a liking to me?”

“Don’t… Don’t make me change my mind.” Lyra threatened, but deep down you knew she would hold true to her word. So without much of a second thought you pushed yourself off of the ground and joined them at her side. And after a few minutes you were filled with new information regarding what spices go well together, how much to stir when cooking different foods, and man did you regret not having something to write all of this down into. You had to hand it to her, they knew a lot about food. The sunlight started to slowly disappear and the food looked and smelled better and better with each passing minute. You couldn't wait to eat it. The Undercity isn’t exactly known for its cuisine, and the resources down here are somewhat scarce too, but this girl was a magician when it came to cooking. Now you finally understood why they spend most of her time in the kitchen.

[whentherewerebicycles]

baby had his four-month vaccines today and did very well! some betrayed screaming (he looks so much like my italian grandmother when he's furious it's kind of hilarious) but he always returns pretty easily to equilibrium if you cuddle him a bit. chill little dude! i love that little guy.

he is napping now and i should be doing student work but instead i am going to do some reflective journaling about Parenting. i have not been writing about Parenting very much in My Public Diary for a number of reasons and i thought it might be useful to write through that hesitation a bit.

liz and i have talked a lot about how we imagine the emotional experience of parenting is going to feel a lot like the emotional experience of teaching. (bear with me on this tangent as i promise it circles back.) teaching is one of the best, most rewarding, most purposeful forms of work in the world, but you really earn the emotional highs through facing the extreme emotional lows lol. in teaching, you get very little external feedback on how you are doing. you have to trust your gut a lot and figure things out on the fly in the absence of genuinely helpful institutional support. you make a lot of mistakes (sometimes quite big ones) and you feel stupid and guilty about those mistakes (sometimes for years!). teaching feels intensely personal, both because you pour a ton of your own personality into it and because kids' reactions to their classroom experience are often framed as reactions to you personally (ie if they hate your rules or the way you do things or the subject matter you are teaching or the way you address disciplinary issues, they are often going to react in ways that feel like: I Hate You, Person Who Embodies The Things I Dislike or Feel Uncomfortable With). as a teacher there are SO many opportunities for public humiliation, in big and small ways. like, you are basically just on stage every day in front of kids who often did not choose to be there and do not always have a strong motivation to give you any positive reinforcement at all lol. also, while sometimes you are lucky and find really supportive teacher communities, you are also sometimes unlucky and find yourself in school environments where other teachers are really critical of each other or hostile to different approaches or so sensitive/defensive about their own work that even talking about teaching strategies together can feel super fraught. oh and also you have to deal with so much cultural NOISE because everyone thinks they can do their job better than you or knows how your job should be done even if they've never set foot in front of a classroom.

so often in teaching you find yourself facing a challenging audience, without much or any institutional support, with minimal external feedback on your work apart from the intensely emotional I Love You!/I Hate You! gut reactions you get from kids, in professional environments where trying to talk openly about your work or others' work can make people real real prickly real fast. this is obviously a skewed-negative framing (there are so many WONDERFUL things about teaching! the challenges are incredibly intellectually stimulating and push you to grow emotionally in ways that few professions do! the relationships you form with kids and with teachers who also genuinely love the work are unbelievably enriching and life-affirming!). but that's the way teaching can feel at its hardest.

i think that parenting, or thinking and talking about parenting, is probably going to feel a LOT like that at times. like, you are going to get LOTS of feedback on your parenting style from your kid... but that feedback is going to often be really personal and emotion-driven, and it will also be delivered by someone whose prefrontal cortex has not finished developing yet. there is no system of performance assessments where you can get feedback from a trusted "colleague" or recognized authority figure. we do not have strong cultural or institutional resources for coaching parents or helping them learn how to parent in more effective ways. and even the definition of "effective" is going to vary HUGELY from parent to parent, since we all choose to center different values in our parenting and to prioritize different life outcomes (just as teachers might choose to prioritize different learning outcomes and so emphasize different things in their work). i assume that parenting is also going to involve managing feelings of humiliation, guilt, shame, etc. at some points (even as it also offers incredible highs!). and of course there is an absolutely overwhelming amount of cultural noise around parenting styles etc especially online... and it's even more fraught than the cultural noise around teaching because at least with teaching the framing isn't "if you don't do exactly what I think is best you are going to permanently scar your child and irreparably damage their prospects in life." and then idk also just hard to talk to other parents about parenting even though i desperately want to! i want to talk these things out with people who are currently navigating similar issues or have just been through the same thing, as well as with people whose children are much older and who have had the time and distance to reflect on their experiences. but it can feel soooooo emotionally vulnerable to talk about your parenting values or your reasoning for doing things, in part because people can get super defensive about their own values or reasoning for doing something, even if you are not criticizing them for doing something differently.

anyway. this is all a long way of saying: i can't make sense of my own lived experiences if i'm not writing my way through them. writing is the way i untangle what i'm feeling and make decisions about how i want to move forward. i am also someone who craves detailed frameworks or mental schemas for what i'm doing. i don't want rigid rules, but i do want to have a loose, flexible mental framework that guides my decision-making. i want to think about the big questions a lot when i'm in a calm reflective headspace so that when i'm under immense pressure or in an emotionally fraught situation i can try to make choices that aren't just knee-jerk reactions but are aligned with the bigger-picture values and longer-term outcomes that matter to me. i also find a lot of value in documenting where my head and heart are at in a particular moment, even if i acknowledge that my thinking about things will evolve over time as i have new experiences or learn new things.

long circular way of getting to the question: why do i fear writing about parenting online? short answer:

I'm afraid of feeling judged!

I'm afraid of coming off as naive/stupid! I feel like so much of our cultural rhetoric around parenting is like, "you think being PREGNANT is hard? try having a NEWBORN! you think having a NEWBORN is hard? try having a TODDLER! you think having a TODDLER is hard? try having a PRETEEN. you think having a PRETEEN is hard? well you're gonna HATE how SHITTY and OVERWHELMED and INADEQUATE you feel when you have a TEENAGER!!!" and so on forever and ever. there's so little generosity or empathetic curiosity in the way we talk to & about parents or people who want to be parents. some of that is true! you can't really know something until you've lived it yourself, and idk, a lot of it IS hard. but i think often the way we talk to each other about parenting, or the way people talk to new parents in particular about parenting, gets kinda clouded by our emotional defensiveness around parenting and the general negativity with which we speak about parenting.

I'm afraid of making other people feel judged if I do things differently than they do or if I seem to be having an easier time with a particular stage.

however! here are some counterpoints:

people will judge you for anything and everything. who cares! i also think that carving out space for sustained reflection around parenting is going to help me feel more secure in my choices and therefore less scared about being judged. if i know why i am doing things and feel reasonably confident in my choices, i am less vulnerable to being emotionally buffeted around by the general cultural noise or other people's strong opinions.

feeling scared of looking stupid/naive/inexperienced is suuuch a core fear of mine lol. i really relish feeling competent and having others perceive me as competent. but this core fear is also a core thing i want to work on in myself. learning how to do something new (especially when the stakes feel so high!!) is hard, messy, vulnerable work. all learners entering a new sphere of knowledge bring with them preconceptions that will seem ill-founded or incomplete to more experienced practitioners. totally normal. totally not something to be embarrassed about. the goal is not to get it exactly right & be an expert the first time you try something. the goal is to be engaged in a lifelong process of learning, trying, reflecting, reconsidering, trying again, evaluating other approaches or perspectives, etc etc. i am sure that i will often write about parenting in the self-assured, know-it-all tones of a novice learner who's absorbed just enough to be really stupid about it lol. but life will teach me. i will learn to moderate my positions, to reconsider certainties i held sacrosanct, and to respect ways of addressing challenges that are very different from my own. but you can't do that from the sidelines or from that relentlessly bird's eye view/meta mode i love to inhabit. you gotta get in there and live it. gotta look like a dumbass in front of people and then get over yourself and become less of a dumbass in time. no way but through.

lastly, re: not wanting to make other people feel judged: I can't control how other people react to me! I can take care to try to be less of a serenely self-assured dumbass (lol) and to write about my own parenting choices in ways that communicate respect for other people's choices. but people can also just choose to not engage with stuff that isn't for them. or they can gently push back on what i say if that's important to them to see other perspectives acknowledged. that's ok! that's great.

idk. this is getting quite long! but as always, it was helpful for me to write through it -- and i guess maybe also helpful to give a sort of upfront disclaimer: I'm going to be writing a lot about parenting, probably for a while, because I find it endlessly interesting to think about and because this is the dedicated space where I think out loud about stuff. I'm going to be learning and reevaluating the way I think about different aspects of parenting as I go, and I'm going to give myself the space and grace to change my mind as I learn more and have new experiences. my decisions and reflections are specific to my life, my beliefs, and my context and are not meant to be generalized judgments on the "best" way to parent. they're just my choices. but also, inevitably, thinking about my personal decisions will involve thinking about the parenting cultures in which I am immersed and reflecting on why I might want to do things differently or develop different frameworks. so yeah. here we go! more to come but i really gotta get some work done before this baby wakes up.

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Okay hi, it's my first time asking something (and it probably won't be the last), but could you write a lil something about Kai having a goth/punk S/O, like they have tattoos, that typical gothic look, and collect weird trinkets/bones (or even do taxidermy themselves). Like maybe they try to convince him to participate in their spooky shenanigans, like going to a cemetery with a lil ghost hunting kit, or even trying to get him to go to a haunted house during Halloween?

Anyway I love your account, keep up the great work! <3

Welcome! And thank you so much for complimenting the things I do in here ^^

Man is unbothered by most things except germs and heroes so being on a cemetery is child's play comparing tk what this guy does does his father boss approval.

Probably will go along with you if you beg enough... and he will be covered up from head to toe. Just in case no dirt gets on him.

But that doesn't mean he always accept though... due to his lil problem with germs.

Also, he doesn't believe in ghosts so excuse him if he straight up tells you that. He really enjoys how you share your own hobbies with him and almost desires you do it more often. Really, but he doesn't see the fun on hunting something that, for him, doesn't exist.

This guy is the type to believe something only seeing it.

Cue Kai almost fanting if he ever sees a ghost

The haunted house idea will probably work more with him. But... you don't know whether to be disappointed or not when this guy doesn't blink.

Although there was one time when some worker of the house touched on his shoulder and Chisaki actually shrieked and flinched so hard you had a laughing fit before going to stop him from overhauling the poor teenager before it was too late.

And no, he wasn't scared. He wasn't. It was the damn teenagers gross hand on him that made him lose it. Stop laughing at him.

"Who the hell thinks is a good idea to work with these?!"

About your hobbies about collecting bones and even doing a bit of taxidermy yourself impress him in a good way. He tells you to clean the bones though, so pls do it for his sake.

The taxidermy isn't exactly his area but since he loves the concept of biology he does find fascinating how you can do that and will often stop whatever he us doing just to watch you doing your own thing.

Might had the idea once or twice to do this shit with some subordinates he doesn't like... ahem, rappa. But luckily you talk it out of him

Right? RIGHT?!

About the trinkets you have to fight him since this guy tried to threw it away a hunch of times.

Your tattoos are something he at first worried a lot about. Who did the tatto and touched your skin? Did they do the right procedure? Did they treat you right? Were you badly treated for having them? (Japan is knows to not like tattos as far as I heard of so)

He sighed in relief when he got to know that everything went alright and you treated your skin perfectly well.

See? He cares I swear.

He doesn't have much thought about your tattos and honestly never commented on it, but if someone ever insults you for them you will see this man go berserk.

Actually was the topic of a joke when Pops commented that even his s/o had tattos while him didn't had the guts to do one.

Poor dude was bullied by the elder because of that... pops already loves you.

And lastly your looks,

As I said before in many hcs and fics, Chisaki doesn't care about appearances at all. He cares more about his s/os personality, character and morals than everything else. Those things is what attracts Chisaki to someone.

But that doesn't mean that behind close doors he won't compliment you though-

He loves to see how you dress yourself up to go out or to just rest with him inside the house. If you do put make up on his fingers will immediately grab and take your chin up just so he could look at what you did and soon a adoring smile will appear behind that mask of his.

If you do dress other colors he will say you look lovely, but he does have a thing with you wearing black and purple together.

Finds it sexy

Although a lil secret... he goes insane if you have piercings.

For some reason he thinks that piercings, not the scandalous ones, are really attractive.

So if you do have one... congrats. If not? Congrats as well!

Because this man loves his goth/punk s/o so much he would kill for them.

Literally.

[craetor]

What are your top 10 favorite media ever (can be anime/manga, tv series, books, movies, games, etc)? Why love them? Thanks ⭐

Hehe thanks for the ask! I'd be happy to comply!

I can't pick dude. If you just want me to ramble about media, I'll start by talking about some pieces that have positively surprised me.

• Spaceman

Tuned in for the hot spider from the instagram clips, stayed for the interesting social commentary. I'm sure it would help a fuck ton of cis men if they just watched it. I loved Hanuš even more than I expected. Turns out an emotionally wise & relatable alien is better than one that would gut me after all.

• Pop Team Epic (season 1 especially)

It's one of those out-of-pocket pieces of media that have a ridiculous production value and passion behind it. Like, genuine production value. It's like anything Studio Trigger has made. An old friend and I were obsessed with PTE during the pandemic and pretty much made it half our personality to like it and other media like it (e.g. Way of a House Husband, nyan neko sugar girls, Backstreet Girls (That was a solid 6/10. Good watch dude). I also have Cromartie High School on my watchlist we'll see how that goes)

Now onto some books & poetry

As some may know from reading my fics & following my Lawlight obsession, I'm a big fan of poetry. I enjoy Goete a lot. He's the only name I've consistently been satisfied by. Naturalism is just my tea, as is pretty plain to see in anything I create. I'm bad at reading due to ADHD but I get it done sometimes. Blood Meridian by Cormac McCarthy is insane. Paradise Lost is great. Can you tell I get my book recommendations from Wendigoon? Holes by Louis Sachar reminds me of kids at Wammy's House but also I like it because every plot point in it leads to a perfect circle and I never fail to be amazed by good writing like that.

My favorite music genre is anything that counts as goth music. Sometimes emo if MSI is emo (I know and I'm sorry. Guilty pleasure). Darkwave & Post-Punk are my go-to for over half the year, but I listen to anything if it captures a vibe well. Anything from Mitski & Penelope Scott to Depeche Mode, Twin Tribes, Vestron Vulture & Bragolin to Lady Gaga (empress of my childhood) to Odetari. Oddly enough, however, my favorite band is Glass Animals. Zaba is a masterpiece, but I love several songs from their other albums too (Hot Sugar, Pork Soda, Life Itself...)

I'm not a huge fan of irl shows but I have enjoyed all 6 seasons of Peaky Blinders for the second time last month and have seen Interview With The Vampire a couple months back. That one also left me extremely surprised with how good it was. I've been disappointed by 'queer' stories before. They were scrubbed of any realism and dumbed down to make them more palatable, which I just couldn't watch for the life of me. As you may know, IWTV is the complete opposite of that lol. I've also peeked into Hannibal a couple times. It was good but I don't have time like that.

Animated shows & manga that I enjoy are:

• Death Note ofc

• Kakegurui (I rewatch s1 & s2 every year. Last year twice, I think)

• [Naoki Urasawa's] Monster (animated by Madhouse♡ I've been considering rewatching that too...)

• Paradise Kiss (just hits different in summer. The outro is Do You Want To by Franz Ferdinand. Love that song)

• Madoka Magica (the themes are Crazy.)

• Chainsaw Man (as fucked as they are, Mappa's creative team absolutely devoured. The outros are all incredible)

• Buddy Daddies (>>>>Spy X Family)

• Dandadan is looking pretty good

• The Summer Hikaru Died manga (impressive pacing, stunning art work, stellar character writing👌)

• Over The Garden Wall🎃🍂🌲🖤

• Arcane (a masterclass in character writing)

Aaand • Gravity Falls because it's literally so good, not just as nostalgia

My favorite movies:

• ARRIVAL (man I have to rewatch that)

• every single Pirates of the Caribbean movie (how had I never seen them as a child? Kinda happy about it though. Now i got to enjoy it with my adult mind spoiler-free)

• Princess Mononoke (to the surprise of no one)

• Spirited Away

• Ponyo (the implied 'children can consent' part is iffy but it's magical. My first Ghibli movie)

• Shawshank Redemption

• Disney's Atlantis (yup. That's what I was super into as a child. Had those on cassette. Every Sunday... I'm convinced the whole experience of the misty town from the second movie has singlehandedly made me who I am today)

• Dou Kyu Sei

• Godzilla 2 (THE CGI???? Also I'm a monster enthusiast)

• Portrait of a Lady on Fire

• that fucking Czech Cinderella movie that's on TV every December

Thank you again for the ask, OP🙏🏻 I love sharing these things. Now my arm hurts

[freelanceexorcist]

Some more comments on the demo.

I'm not able to play it because I don't have a PS5 and there won't be one in the cards for a while, but I at least found a good, thorough playthrough that didn't have some streamer yammering over the dialogue, so that will have to do.

I'm writing as a I watch, so there's gonna be a lot here.

Cut for Rebirth spoilers (and a Game of Thrones one) and length.

-I loved seeing Sephiroth act and speak so casually! Back then, he really was just a guy, huh?

-And holy crap, is that seriously Caleb Pierce doing the voice of Shinra Security Officer Who Is Actually Cloud? Kinda on the nose, but I like it. Maybe in Cloud's dumpster fire of a psyche, not only does he remember being the SOLDIER 1st Class, but he remembers Zack as being the security guard.

-OMFG, Master Zangan! LOL, this fuckin guy. Three seconds after meeting Cloud he's feeling him up! And man, he's got some huge Patrick Warburton energy going on.

-Only three beds in the room at the inn? Guess one of the boys is gonna have to double up with Sephiroth.

-Let me just state for the record that I really like Cloud as a character. That said, when he was a teenager? He was, uh...a wee bit of a creeper. His favorite spot to hang out just happens to face what I assume is Tifa's bedroom window. And what does he do when he knows he's alone in the house? Goes into her bedroom and starts going through her stuff. At least the ladies called his ass out for that this time, because that sequence never did sit right with me.

-I'll bet Sephiroth was ready to buy Random Villager Guy a drink. RVG keeping those looky loos and stans away like a champ! He even had to keep them away from the INN! I really understand why he wanted nothing to do with the "hero" role. Yep, let Genesis go be the Taylor Swift of the FFVII-verse and see how HE likes it.

-Tifa is so tiny next to Sephiroth! Then again, everyone is. Dude's a freakin' TANK.

-Wow, that photographer's an even bigger asshole this time around. Seriously, dude? Taking a picture not only without Sephiroth's permission but when his back is turned?

-The "oh...FINE!" body language when Cloud asked, though.

-And I reiterate. Sephiroth. SUCH a bro here. All I hear is Clark Kent when he talks.

-So it just occurred to me that Sephiroth was deliberately the first one to fall in the river because he knew he'd have to save everyone and he didn't even know how far of a drop it was. That bridge collapsed under the sheer weight of his balls.

-And his horror and devastation at losing one of his men will never not gut me. Everyone was dry by the time he got back, so you know he was out there looking for that dude for a LONG time, too. That's a huge change from "sorry for your luck, pal, but we have a mission to finish." That's what makes his tragic fall all the more inexplicable. In the OG, his coldness had you thinking "yeah, I can see this guy having a Face-Heel Turn easy." But here? With him so protective of those weaker than him and his emotional investment in his people? You don't go from that to "burn them all," even when a severe mental breakdown is involved. I may talk more about this later. ("Oh. Yay." --everybody)

-*Sephiroth has joined the party*-

-Serious question: is there anything in the lore that I missed that states there's no PPE that can protect from mako? Because when Sephiroth said "mako this thick is very dangerous," I thought "maybe bring some respirators next time then?" Yeah, probably no NIOSH rating high enough to filter out spirit energy.

-Yep, definitely no love lost between Seph and the sperm donor.

-Yeah, Barret, it's not making a whole lot of sense to me either at this point.

-"Am I even...human?" Fuck. It's going even harder in Rebirth.

-And the library sequence. Double fuck. The rage in his voice at the end. The madness. And that strange breathing after he glitched? I'll bet he was trying to fight off Jenova and he failed. Sorry, Vincent, but I think Seph is the one that should be able to take out Hojo.

Aaaand that's enough self-imposed psychological torture for the day. I can't watch what comes next.

Jenova used his anger, his devastation and his sleep deprivation to get a toehold. Which makes me think, what if in the trilogy's lore she started piloting him? No, I don't mean controlling his mind or even heavily influencing him? What if she's using him as a vessel? I mean like the deities, angels and demons on Supernatural. She's driving the boat now, and he's in the back of his mind screaming, because he's aware of the things she's making her new meat suit do and he can't stop it.

I'm not trying to let anyone's dirty rotten CGI girlfriend-ganking butt off the hook here if anyone wants to accuse me of that sort of thing. I'm merely saying that burning a village full of innocents is not the actions to expect from the Sephiroth we've come to know in the demo. Yes, he's a SOLDIER who has probably had to do some very unpleasant things under orders, but there was no reason for this. Going from zero to genocide straight out of the blue is inexplicable, I don't care how bad the mental breakdown was.

It's just the only thing that makes sense at this point. People like him get angry, sure. They rage, sure. They swear vengeance on the people who wronged them, sure. But they don't kill innocent people because of it and in such a horrific way. At their most violent, they may find Hojo and try to see how loudly and for how long he can scream.

Bog standard villains don't get this kind of "good guy" lead up to their nefarious deeds, and he's getting that treatment big time from both Rebirth and Ever Crisis. That's usually only reserved for the Chaotic Neutral and redeemable types that were supposed to like. There's nothing in that backstory so far to suggest that he was capable of a Nibelheim-level mass murder. Sure, there's headcanons that he was just a fuse waiting to be lit, but nothing official even hints at that. This came out of NOWHERE.

Maybe I'm not seeing the big picture or whatever, but the extreme change in behavior, the senseless violence...why would FFVII do that to the audience? To torture us? That's just cruel. Even Game of Thrones didn't do the audience that dirty with Danaerys Targaryen (if you didn't see her Face-Heel Turn coming from a mile away, you were watching a different show than me, because she was always a Heel. She just brutalized people who had it coming until King's Landing.).

And I'm out. If you've managed to stick around this long or even read this at all, thank you. If you want to argue, please save it for another day because I'm REALLY not in the mood. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go drink. A lot.

[this-daydream-is-dangerous-13]

Rolling Stone Mitch profile!! Written by beloved Rob Sheffield!!

Some of these quotes legit made me 😭😭.

It’s a great rock & roll story — from slanging slices to conquering castles. But in typical understated style, he refuses to take any credit. “I’m only prepared to play a place like Slane because of all the places Harry’s taken me, and then I’m only playing my music to anyone because of him,” he says. He also won’t accept credit for the meteoric Styles phenomenon, despite co-writing and playing on so many hits. He’s still the same dude who didn’t want to quit the pizzeria. (“I needed the check for the rent,” he says.)

“Harry could have picked any group of people when he decided he was going to go solo,” Rowland continues. “He was massive — he was larger than life. I still can’t believe he wanted to make music with someone who had zero credit to their name, when he could have done the opposite so easily, and everyone would’ve said yes. I’ll never quite get over that.”

But Harry’s gut instincts about Mitch turned out to be justified, to say the least. “He just had a feeling, which says a lot,” Rowland says. “I’ve learned a lot from Harry, but a lot of the most important stuff is to just trust the people around you, and let something be whatever it’s going to be.”

And this Matilda quote!!

A few years ago, it might have seemed weird to cross over between pop and folk, as Rowland does on Come June. But it’s a sign that pop audiences have gotten more broad-minded. Whenever Styles sings the intensely emotional ballad “Matilda,” with Rowland on acoustic guitar, you can hear a pin drop in the room, even in a stadium. The hush is poignant — nobody even sings along. “Well, everybody’s crying,” Rowland says. “I never play that song facing the crowd. One night I thought, ‘Why don’t I just try it one time facing the crowd?’ But it was too much. It was deep into the tour, and all of a sudden, I’m paying attention, and I almost stopped playing. I thought, ‘God, this is what we’ve been playing every night?’”

He is such a good man; I love him and Sarah so much. Teary fans would stop them for photos this summer and Sarah would earn them “you’ll make me cry too!” when they sobbed out compliments.

Anyway - read it! Rob Sheffield (OG Haylor) 4eva.

[sweetmisschesire]

Well ive posted the next chapter on ao3

So now im gonna write an ending to @cryptidofthekeys recent one shot

Also, sorry Streber

Streber scared another group of kids as they walked up the steps.

“Do not worry dear children, although I am a real vampire, I’ve already fed tonight! Mwahaha!”

He made a grand gesture with his cape towards the door. “But beware the Candy Man~ Now get inside and get scared!”

The children ran past him into the house laughing, with screams soon following at the first scare. Streber was having the time of his life. He was running a haunted house with his friends, celebrating his favorite holiday, and was getting to spend it all with his boyfriend for once.

Streber couldn’t but be feel so giddy. This night was going so perfect. Kevin was doing very well, like Streber knew he would. Just earlier he had heard sone absolutely horrified screams coming from the room he was in.

As some kids exited the haunted house laughing he gave them one last scare to send them off. People came and went all night, most stopping here before continuing trick or treating. The two kids that went to the candy store all the time came running out.

“Yeah that was s im o real!”

“Let’s go get more candy!”

Streber chuckled to himself watching the pumpkin and skeleton blaze down the sidewalk at breakneck speeds. They sure did have a lot of energy. He readjusted his cape when heavy footsteps came from behind him.

Glancing over his shoulder he saw the devil man from before. Streber couldn’t help the shudder his body gave. Everything about this guy was off. His silence save for his footsteps, his mannerisms, his smile. The man stared at him for an uncomfortably long time, loudly chewing on something in his mouth.

‘Probably candy from the bowl.’

The creepy guy swallowed and walked down the steps. It was then that Streber noticed that he had a bone in his hand.

Streber sighed inwardly, this was a problem sometimes.

“Excuse me?” Streber cursed how small his voice sounded. “You can’t take the props.”

The guy only turned his head snd somehow grinned wider. He held his arm out and dropped the fake bone on the ground. Streber grimaced as the man then licked his fingers with a popping sound before leaving into town.

“Ugh.”

Streber had considered going to grab the prop, but more people started showing up and he needed to keep his place as greeter. He continued his show of scaring and inviting people in, vaguely listening to them talk on their way out.

The earlier ones were talking about the scares that got them the most. The vampires, the zombies, the candy man, all while munching on their candy. But then the conversations started getting weird.

He was focused on his role so he only heard some words like ‘real looking corpse’ and ‘blood.’ And at first he thought they might be talking about Leon but the blood part confused him. Sure there was fake blood in the house, but it wasn’t on Leon.

When there was no more people coming in, Streber actually focused on what they were saying as they left.

“Dude that corpse looked so real.”

“Yeah but wasn’t all that blood overkill?”

“Dude if you lose an arm or leg you will totally bleed that much.”

‘Wait, lots of blood? Missing arm?’

None of it made sense there was nothing like that in there. Not unless one of the guys added something in without him knowing at the last minute.

“I never saw the Candy Man though.”

“Yeah I was kind if looking forward to it.”

‘They never saw Kevin?’

“Well let’s get more candy while we can.”

“Alright.”

Streber shuffled nervously, he knew it was probably nothing. They likely just missed the room Kevin was in. And yet the house was pretty linear, it would be really hard to miss anything.

A bad feeling settled in his gut. He wanted to go check on everyone. He walked inside and saw that so far everything looked fine. Ethan, Leo, Liv, everyone was okay. Now he just needed to check on his boyfriend.

“Hey Kev, you alright? People were mentioning they didn’t see…you…”

His boyfriend was on the ground, not moving. His arm was fucking gone. And the blood. Oh fuck there was so much blood.

“AAAAAHHHH!”

Streber rushed in wincing at his shoes squelching in Kevin’s blood. He dropped to his knees by Kevin’s body, ignoring the feeling if the blood soaking into his pants.

“No no, fuck babe, please!”

Streber felt around his neck for a pulse and was mildly relieved to find there still was one. But it was weak, and Kevin was still bleeding. Streber ripped off his cape and tied it around Kevin’s arm to stop the bleeding as much as possible.

“Yo Strebs, what’s with the screaming? Did Kevin actually get yo-“ Ethan’s voice cut off as he walked in the room.

“Wh-what the fuck?!”

“Ca-call an ambulance! Now!”

Ethan fumbled with getting his phone out of his pocket as he called for an ambulance. More of his friends showed up and started freaking out.

“What the hell happened?!”

“Pl-please we need an ambulance right now!”

“Oh fuck that’s a lot of blood.”

“Th-the haunted house off of Main Street, it was that formerly abandoned one.”

“Wh-where’s his arm?”

Streber felt a stab in his heart as he remembered the devil guy from before. And the bone prop he dropped on the lawn.

‘That wasn’t a prop oh fuck that wasn’t a prop.’

That devil man was Velseb. The cannibal that the police were looking for. Streber swallowed back the spit that pooled in his mouth. Being sick wasn’t going to help.

Ethan touched Streber’s shoulder making him jump.

“They’re on there way, should be here soon.”

Streber only nodded, afraid if he opened his mouth he would puke. He simply turned back to his boyfriend and pulled him closer.

“Please, please, please.” He sobbed.

He doesn’t even remember how much time had passed, and only vaguely remembers the EMTs taking Kevin from him to the ambulance. Ethan helped him up and guided him to his car so they could go to the hospital. Leon had apparently shut down the haunted house when seeing Kevin’s body, so no one walked in on him.

‘How many people had walked past him like that? Did they just think he was a prop? Did, did he scream? How did we not here it? Did we hear and think it was just some kids?’

“Hey.”

Streber looked over at Ethan.

“Come on, we’re here.”

The next thing Streber knew they were in the waiting room. He thinks a nurse asked him about the blood. Ethan had to explain, he just couldn’t talk. Couldn’t stop seeing Kevin’s lifeless body laying in his own blood.

Ethan had guided him over to a chair and sat next to him. Streber managed to pull his phone and handed it to Ethan. He gave him a questioning look.

“Ra-Radford. Rick.”

“Oh. You want me to talk to them?”

Streber only nodded before he finally broke down sobbing into his hands.

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Radford wasn’t sure what to expect when Streber called him. He had sent a pic to him earlier of Kevin in costume. He had somehow managed to convince him to take part as a scar actor.

Radford had to admit the costume looked cool. But he was absolutely going to tease Kevin about it. It was his right as his friend. Streber had gushed about getting to spend the night with Kevin which was part of the reason why he agreed to help cover Kevin’s shift.

Getting a favor out of Kevin later was nice too. Streber and Kevin had one of the sweetest, mushiest relationships he had ever seen. Which Radford mercilessly pointed out whenever Kevin made fun of bad romance movies. So he had expected Streber to be bragging about how well the night went.

“Hey Strebs, how did it go?”

“Um, Radford?”

Oh, that was Ethan.

“Uh, hey Ethan. Why do you have Streber’s phone?”

Radford could see Rick glance his way briefly before going back to closing duties.

“I, Streber’s not really able to talk right now.”

Now Radford was worried. “What do you mean is Streber alright?”

“Physically yeah.”

“Huh?”

“You guys need to get to the hospital.”

A chill ran down his spine. “Why do we need to go to the hospital.”

Rick stopped what he doing and waited to see what happened.

“We-we don’t know all of what happened but Kevin-“

“Kevin’s hurt really bad.”

“You guys need to get here soon.”

Radford swallowed hard. “O-ok.”

He hung up and took in a shaky breath before facing Rick.

“Forget the rest of closing duties, we need to go to the hospital.”

“What happened?”

“I-I don’t know the full story but apparently Kevin’s been hurt really bad. So fuck this place let’s go.”

The two of them shut off the lights and locked the door, hoping into Radford’s car. The ride was quick and painfully quiet, and the rush into the hospital’s lobby even more so.

Streber and Ethan were there talking to John and Jack. Streber was a short guy, but he looked much smaller with the way he was hunched over, there was blood all over his hands and soaked into his costume.

“So you’re saying you saw him in a devil costume?” John asked.

“Y-yes.” Streber whispered.

“And you didn’t call the police?”

Ethan rubbed his arm. “Didn’t know it was him in that costume, until after we found Kevin.”

“What about the house, you said you shut it down.”

“Yeah so no one else would walk in on-“

The two grew quiet.

“Thank you for answering these questions.” He turned to Jack. “Let’s go investigate the house.”

The two left and Radford rushed up to Streber and Ethan.

“What happened? Why were the police here?”

Streber hunched in on himself and began sobbing.

“The-there was this big guy dressed in a devil costume. We didn’t think anything of him despite how creepy he was.”

“H-he was-“ Ethan swallowed “Under that make up he was Bob Velseb.”

“The escaped cannibal?”

“Yeah.”

Radford felt his stomach tie in knots. “Fuck. Kevin?”

“Velseb took his arm off.”

“What?” Rick actually had a look of shock on his face.

“He lost a lot of blood, they’re working on him now.”

“How did this happen?”

Ethan turned to Rick. “Like I said he came in in disguise, in that devil costume. No one recognized him.”

“It wasn’t till we found Kevin, and, uh, what was left of his arm in the yard that we figured what likely happened. The officers just confirmed it was Velseb in that costume.”

“I’m gonna kill him.” Rick growled out.

“The cops already did, shot him a bunch of times and ran over him twice.”

Radford supposed that was good news. Maybe the only good news if Kevin-

He pinched his arms to break that train of thought. They didn’t know anything yet, people survived loss of arms all the time. The only problem was Kevin lost a lot of blood apparently.

Radford looked over at Steber, who was openly sobbing. His eyes were bloodshot, and his makeup ran down his face in streaks under his eyes. Right. This would be hitting him hardest.

Radford put a hand on Streber’s shoulder and he looked at him.

“Come here.”

He pulled him into a tight hug as Streber sobbed into his shoulder. He rubbed his back as he openly wailed.

“Why did this happen?!”

“I don’t know.”

“It’s not fair!”

“I know.”

Radford had managed to guide Streber over to a chair and sat him down. Rick and Ethan joined them in seats on either side of him and Streber. Streber’s crying, the clock’s ticking, and the receptionist typing are the only sounds that filled the room.

The wait was agonizing, and time seemed to stretch on forever. Radford was so focused on the sounds he never heard the doctor approach.

“Excuse me, are you with Kevin Kandy?”

The group jolted upright to see the doctor with a clipboard in her hand. Right, Kandy. It was a name Streber constantly teased him for cause of his job, who teased him right back for his last name being Batz.

“Y-yes. H-how is he?”

“I’m Dr. Swan. You’re friend is alright, but will not likely wake till tomorrow.”

Radford felt a huge wave of relief wash over him. Fuck. He was alive. He was okay.

“I want to see him.”

Streber’s voice was raw from his crying and screaming, and was barely audible.

“Of course. Follow me please.”

The four of them got up and walked after Dr.Swan. Eventually she gestured them to a room and they went inside. Kevin laid in the middle of the bed, hooked up to machines. A blood bag and breathing device had also been attached.

Streber immediately rushed forward and grabbed Kevin’s left hand. Of all the arms Kevin lost of course it was his dominant one. This would make things harder than it already was.

Streber ran a hand down Kevin’s cheek, being mindful of his breathing tube. Radford stepped forward with Rick on the right side of Kevin. The stub was well wrapped in gauze, and there was likely an ugly scar underneath.

Kevin was very pale from the blood loss, but other wise seemed okay. Radford had honestly been so fucking terrified that Kevin would die. He’s not sure he could handle that.

He knows Streber wouldn’t be able to.

“I am sorry to interrupt, but visiting hours are over. And he needs time to recover.”

Streber leaned down and gave Kevin a kiss on the cheek. The four of them walked out of the hospital to their cars, all of them feeling completely drained.

Radford began driving Rick towards his house. It was silent for a long time until Rick broke it.

“Fuck.”

“I know.”

“He could have died, he almost did!”

Radford could only nod.

“I hope that piece of shit burns in hell.”

“Yeah, me too.”

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Everything felt heavy as he started to wake up. He doesn’t remember falling asleep, or why he was this exhausted still. Last thing he remembers was the haunted house.

Streber had wanted him to join, he agreed right?

What was he again? Oh right, Candy Man.

But.

After that?

Terror, fucking panic.

Being held down, his arm being pulled.

A knife.

Pain, so much pain.

Tearing, ripping, awful sounds.

Screaming, crying, begging for help.

He had to fight, he was in danger, he needed to move.

“GAAAHHH!”

“Kevin, Kevin stop!”

A hand grabbed his left arm, and he struggled more.

“Kevin you’re okay! You’re safe.”

He knows that voice. Taking time to breathe, he realized he didn’t feel any pain. He opened his eyes and saw that he was in the hospital. Over on his left was his boyfriend, who had his arm in a gentle grip.

Not the same wrenching, tearing, cutting-

Kevin grimaced “Wh-what?”

Oh. Right. That devil guy. But that meant.

Oh, yeah. His arm was definitely gone. There was some of it left but elbow down there just…

Wasn’t.

Kevin swallowed hard, it actually hammering what happened that nigh. It was still really fuzzy, probably cause of how much blood he lost. A firm squeeze in his remaining hand had him look at Streber.

“Oh, babe I’m so sorry.” Streber sobbed. “I had nonidea it’s my fault, I-“

Kevin grabbed Streber and kissed him all over his face. He kept doing it til the crying turned into giggles.

“Pft! Kevin stop! That tickles.”

“Listen to me, this was not your fault. It was all the asshole’s. Not yours.”

“But I didn’t even know you were hurt! Even after seeing him with your bone-“

Streber winced at that, and Kevin did to. Oh yeah, he remembered that too. Creep fucking ate his arm right in front of his face.

“Who-“ a pause “w-who…”

“I-it was Velseb. None of use could tell with his costume.”

Of course it was the escaped serial killer and cannibal. Who else? This was always his damn luck on Halloween.

“He’s dead, by the way.”

“How?”

“Shot, multiple times. Run over twice apparently.”

Overkill, but efficient he guessed. As long as he couldn’t come back. Couldn’t finish the job. He looked at his arm.

“I’m gonna have to learn to write again huh?”

“I-I can help. I’m a natural leftie after all.” Streber placed a hand on his chest and made a grand gesture with the other.

“Pft. Ha ha ha! That you are sweetfangs.”

Streber leaned onto his shoulder and Kevin put his head on top of his. Everything was going to be okay.

[firespirited]

a vague post I made a year ago just got confirmed by hbomberguy's twist.

no-one will ever know but this is a note to myself that it's not the first time, more importantly it's also not the first time I tried to talk myself out of being a cynical hater.

I do NOT do vibes or gut based anything, I just keep a mental note of when people do something from the playbook of various manipulative people i've known and emotionally pull back slightly. (In this case I went down a rabbithole and found a lot of what's presented)

Sometimes, if it's closer to home, i'll write letters to never be sent; decide whether it's something I can move past when i'm done writing, because every circumstance is different. This is superficial internet entertainer stuff, i'm really gesturing to broader patterns about more personal and IRL stuff here.

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You know how I like to add "further reading" on some movie reviews? I like to go to video essay and article sources and do the reading if it's not too dense.

So I spent the first part of the hbomberguy video seething about a 2h video I once watched about end of the world theories in western culture that turned out to be ripped wholesale from early 2000s PBS that was a 30 minute read with many more sources for further research. It had seemed so legit, of course it was good, it was PBS: they cited experts in their fields.

There are other youtubers who make books or chapters from books digestible and I'm going to keep my mouth shut on that because youtube is full of regurgitated stuff (ever tried to get an ending explained and get a TTS wikipedia summary instead?), these are often people with less work options and sometimes the books are quite tough reads that I needed help getting into:

yeah i'm including the dude who did a read through of Dune while skipping all the boring bits and getting out the explanation charts when things got complicated because that's actually a great way to absorb Dune... while also very mildly side-eyeing everyone who read How to Blow up a Pipeline or All about Love by bell hooks and decided to spoon-feed its uncomplicated messages back without much transformative value.

But stuff like Foucault and Federici are so academic, I actively seek out the digested bite sized bits with examples of how it applies, it's practically written in a foreign language with how each term has its own history and meaning and you end up with twenty wikipedia pages open to get through 5 pages.

On a positive note: I would like to shout out delightful Tee Noir who releases pop culture videos that, let's say, spread the seed for other videos that often get more attention.

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PS: Dear past!me, maybe you're not inflicted with a "spirit of bitterness" but have a good nose for spotting bullies who pretend to be nice people. Dear future!me, could you remember this for once or must we always do this mental song and dance?