#i'm gonna sleep so goodnight

[somegrumpynerd]

Random hcs that have been on my mind for the past couple days: now in doodle format!

Text for each drawing written out under the cut in case it's not clear or anyone wants to translate it!

(1) <- Somehow soft?? <-Sometimes makes a comforting hum/rumble <-Holding for support

(2) <-Walks so quietly everywhere he goes <-Is about to meet god

(3) <-Can't see well in the dark (no eyelights) <-Can't help himself

(4) <-Thinks Color will turn Killer against him and convince him to run away

(5) <-Thinks Nightmare is using them all for the negativity and has brainwashed Killer into liking it

(6) <-Thinks if he runs and jumps at Cross as fast as he can Cross will lift him and it'll look so cool

[iliothermia]

I'm a little behind in my shipments because I've been getting so little sleep + waiting for my shipping material restock to come in (but they came today) I'll be shipping every current order tomorrow when I've had some sleep, thank you for the patience if you've been waiting this week!

[i-promise-i-am-not-on-drugs]

[pillowspace]

Why does Bitter Ruin's music sound so pretty 💥!!!!!!

[brown-little-robin]

oh shoot I just realized I forgot my ceramics post for tuesday. it has been such a weird bad week yall

[will80sbyers]

Imagine this song in the background when Jonathan gets killed in the finale exactly as he's giving the last kill shot to Vecna at the same time and then we start hearing the screams of the other characters and after a few moments of desperation the sound fades and this song starts and then it continues over scenes of the funeral and them slowly rebuilding a life over time

[moonchild-in-blue]

okay sister's back from the hospital i can go to sleep now muwah bye 💙

[plexippusangel]

About to hand weave this man a potion carrying pouch in his character colors. I was already thinking about it. And then was like no. It's too early. I'll just give him a bit of the yarn my pouch is woven out of that I hypothetically would use as one of the components as a favor to wear for the tournament. I will be normal. So normal.

AND THEN HE GAVE ME A HANDMADE POTION CARRYING POUCH IN HIS BLUE THIS MAN MATCHED MY FREAK AND I TEMPORARILY SCALED BACK

gonna stay at 100% freak going forward

[lizzerswillpoststuffmethinks]

Spoiler: I didn't go to sleep. But I will shortly after this post

[graviconscientia]

>You asked Darkleer for one more light. A particular reason, you said, that you would be happy to explain to him. A torture for the both of you-- to wait to see each other any amount was always too long-- but you needed the timing to be just right.

>It has to be a Sunday night, now. And then, you will have him Monday, too.

>Stupidly, selfishly, you hope this does what you want it to. You are not trying to replace memories, or trade one love for another, or ignore the happiness you had so many sweeps ago. But your heart is broken, and this might help with the pain for the time being. And in this, you promised you'd tell him what is on your mind, what is weighing so heavy on your heart. The promise is always to be honest. And so, you will tell him about everything swirling in your mind. You miss being a mother. You want children again. You were so happy doing legislaceration again. You can't ever go back to it. You are more frightened of your fate than you've ever been before. You miss Rufioh. You miss Theodore. You feel lost. You wish that none of these issues were present. You wish that you could be better for him. You're trying to be better.

>It's not fair. You think this often, when you ask him for comfort, when you make your desire known, when you try to catch his attention… One day, this will even out. One day. But for now, you take, and you take, and you take. You know that bringing him red velvet cookies baked with care, and brandy, and blue hydrangeas will not balance anything, but it certainly can't hurt. A peace offering, a token of your affections. All you can offer him, all you can do for him, you will.

>Before you go, you sit at your vanity, curling your hair, painting your lips red, making yourself as beautiful as possible. But this time, you dress yourself in blue.

>You don't wait for a message, choosing to send yourself along as soon as you're ready, and when you see him, when you find his warm gaze with your own, when you realise his arms are outstretched for you to fall into, you set everything on the ground before you run to him, arms flung around him as you bury your face into his chest.

>This is part of the promise to be honest. You love him, you love him, you love him, and you will tell him that a million times over. You will hold him close until neither of you can stand it. He will feel your heart, your love, for the rest of your lives. Every light, you think. Doesn't matter which one. He will have love in all of them.

[hlvrai-stuck-together]

He's late.

It's the big day, and he's already fucking it up. Awesome. Leave it to Gordon to continuously make everything harder for everyone around him.

Under stress, panicking, and annoyed to hell and back, he pushed the cart into the beam. As soon as the crystal touched the laser, it sparked, electricity zapping out across the large chamber. Smoke started to rise from the machine, and the creak of radiation filled the air.

Gordon took a few steps back, looking up at it in horror. Shit, they did it too fast, didn't they? They could hear their coworkers screaming behind them, but their attention was locked on the giant machine.

The security guard who'd followed him in suddenly vanished from his peripheral. Gordon looked away for just a moment to try and find him again- there! Standing on top of the platform where the controls were, there was the "non-human" guy who'd been following him all day. The radiation beams were shooting right next to him, ohh fuck he was going to die up there.

"Get off the top of the- you're gonna wanna be on the floor, what if the fuckin' rafters fall?!" they shouted up at him. "You gotta-"

With a flash of light, the test's sample started glowing an intense, neon green color, cutting Gordon off. He threw his hands up over his eyes, catching a glimpse of the chat as he did so. He couldn't make out any of the words, but he could see that people were speaking in all caps now. He yelled a swear at the pain.

He spun around to look at the window, shouting for help, only to watch helplessly as one of the other scientists overseeing the project launched himself down into the chamber. He shouted in fear, running around in panic before seemingly tripping over his own feet and knocking himself out on the floor.

The guard was just fuckin' gone by now. He must have gotten trapped in the beam or something, there was no way to tell and no time to find his body. The crystal started rocking in the cart, and with each shift there came another explosion, with atoms crashing into each other and splitting in ways that should not have been possible with humanity's current tools. Gordon could only look up at it, frozen in fear.

With one final shift of the crystal, it shattered. With it went the whole experiment, lighting the entire room up in harsh green. Gordon threw his hands up in front of him, screaming as his world was changed forever.

Then... nothing.

Gordon blinked a few times, looking around themself at the pitch blackness that had enveloped his world. He couldn't even see himself in it.

...Was he dead?

No, that couldn't have been right. He was still breathing, right? That had to count for something.

He squinted into the dark, trying to see anything. As his eyes adjusted, he swore he could see faint lines of green running lengthwise down his vision. Whether that was caused by the bright light of radiation or if that was actually SOMETHING, he couldn't tell yet.

He opened his mouth to yell, but instead of screaming out into the dark like he'd planned, he let out a simple, friendly greeting.

"Howdy."

No one answered him.

As his eyes continued to adjust, he began to make out what the lines were- numbers. They were lines and lines of numbers, wrapping all around him.

...Where was he?

"Howdy," he continued to call out. "Howdy. Howdy. Howdy. Howdy."

Still, no answer.

The world around him began to flash, green as the radiation from the test gone wrong. Gordon spun around, trying to find the source of it. The numbers lit up under the flashing lights- illuminated by shots of lightning- ones and zeros.

It was the same light from the Resonance Cascade. Aw fuck, was he still in the test chamber? Shit, he had to wake up, he was going to get hit.

He struggled to move, only to realize there was a pull on his arm. Looking towards it, he could see green strings attached, pulling him nowhere and in five different directions at once. It hurt, oh GOD it hurt, but no amount of pulling was freeing him. He pushed against it with his left hand, his free hand, and no avail. Nothing.

Before he could do much else, the strings yanked, and with this tug went his hand. He screamed in pain and surprise, everything going dark again, but only briefly.

He was in the garbage compactor. His hand was gone.

He wanted to stop, but something compelled him forward. He wanted to lay down and go back to sleep, but something wouldn't let him. He wanted to give up. Something in him made him grit his teeth.

He kept going through Black Mesa, lead on by Tommy this time. He wanted to collapse. Something forced his legs forward.

He kept getting kicked back down when he tried to climb out of the water, the clone's heels relentless. He yelled for Tommy, trying in vain to pull himself out. He only could with Tommy's help.

His friend was caught up in the tide of clones, too, and was quickly shoved away from Gordon. The shots from his gun continued to echo through the room, adding to Gordon's massive headache.

"I've unleashed the power of all 300 clones," Dr Coomer's voice boomed from somewhere. It was near impossible to tell if he was far away or close by with all the noise. Gordon's head swiveled quickly, trying to pinpoint where the hell he was.

"There's an entrance in your suit, Gordon, AND I WANT IN."

There! He was shoving his own clones aside, slowly making his way closer. He had the look of a crazed man about him, eyes too wide, grin too large. He was shaking, too, like he was high on adrenaline.

Green lines were starting to creep along the walls, down down down like a watercolor painting. Gordon squeezed their eyes shut, shouting Tommy's name.

He was backed into a corner, swarmed by clones as the real- main?- Coomer crept closer and closer. "I've been outside Black Mesa, Dr Freeman. There's nothing there. But you..." He shoved his way in front of Gordon, grabbing his stub of an arm. "I KNOW there's a world in your dreams, AND I NEED TO GO THERE."

Gordon screamed.

Berdey shot up, startled out of xeir nightmare. Fuck... nightmare. At least it wasn't real.

Just to be sure, they pinched themself. Yep. That hurt.

They flopped back down on the bed with a sigh. Gordon could never escape these, either- of COURSE Berdey would inherit them from him. Couldn't catch a break, in this life or the next.

It was still dark under the door, implying the darkness outside, too. Night. Well, they didn't wanna go back to sleep, not after that.

Looking at xeir left hand, they saw no new messages aside from the "goodnight"s that had been there before they drifted off.

They didn't wanna get up, but they also wanted to check on Coomer, just to make sure he was okay. Gordon had never managed to figure out what the fuck he'd meant by the whole "world in your dreams" thing. His dreams were a nightmare. Literally this time around. Why would Coomer want to go there?

It was anxiety talking. Coomer hadn't brought it up in a long time. Maybe he'd finally gotten over it. Besides, he didn't exactly want to see him right now.

With a sigh, he laid back down. It was gonna be a long night.

[somegrumpynerd]

I don't have the energy to draw much (and probably won't tomorrow either) but I have been very slowly editing my word vomit into a readable text post about Color and Nightmare so maybe hopefully I'll have the brain cells to post that in the next day or two

[leslieseveride]

guys.... WE'RE GETTING A CHENFORD CHRISTMAS THIS YEAR!!!!!!

[risingsunresistance]

[alarrytale]

I think that when a fan of 12 years is about to give up, because there isn't anything there for them to be a fan of or to support, it should be taken seriously. It's a sign they're losing their core fanbase.

Even as a Larry I will never understand this! I’ll almost first and foremost be here for their music, not because of Larry! I became a fan because of their music, not because of a relationship we have never had confirmed was real. Yes I do believe it’s real and that they are still together, but even if it wasn’t and even when they don’t give me signs of that relationship I’m here for their music and their art, not because of who they date. If people are only here for the relationship, then in my opinion they are bound to be disappointed, because H&L don’t owe us anything but their music and their art.

I've talked about this many times before, but i firmly reject the notion that they don't owe us anything. They do. We're in a symbiotic relationship, where they get our support, money and engagement (free promo) and they give us content.

How do you define content though? I have paid for and consumed 3 amazing Harry albums and 3 amazing Louis albums. I have paid for and consumed 4 Harry shows and 2 Louis shows. I listen almost daily to all of their albums and watch and enjoy videos I took from my concerts. Their music has given me so much enjoyment. I can’t wait to see what is next from Harry, and hope after an equally long break we will get something great from Louis. They are musical artists and what they owe us is their best efforts.

I’m a Larry since 2011. I’m sad we will never see an OT5 reunion. I’m sad that there doesn’t seem to be any move towards a more open relationship. But that’s not contingent on my support. I love their music and that is the content they provide, that I happily pay for.

I know as original 1D fans, we were fed constant content. And that was fun but that type of engagement can’t last forever. It never does. I would love a big splashy coming out article. But I’m not owed it because of my support of their careers. I get that you feel differently, just wanted to say my peace on this topic.

All of the guys have had changes to their fanbases as time has gone on and it’s been interesting to see over the years. I’ve been here since 2013. I still firmly believe they’re together but I’ve always sort of been in Louis’ lane so if my mind ever changed it wouldn’t really affect my musical choice or support for him. I like Harry as a person but his current music just doesn’t speak to me like HS1 & FL so I wasn’t able to support Harry’s house, etc. For me their music exceeds any relationship they may or may not have because I choose to focus on their careers as musicians firstly. Not saying people have to do that, but I find that more and more people are shifting to that thought process.

The line isn’t so clear anymore between Larry & anti. There are ex-Larries who don’t know what to call themselves anymore so they just go with neutral because they don’t care either way but that’s not even an all encompassing term.

You have the ex-Larries making it their mission to debunk Larry lore and label Larries a cult, Larries who believe F is Louis’ son, conspiracy theory Larries who are trying to fight the music industry and try to link even the most obscure things (no stunts), other Larries who don’t want to be associated with no stunts, solos, OT4/5, Larries who think they broke up but still ship Larry and the list goes on and on. A Twitter post was going around for a bit with a graph of where your beliefs fall regarding Larry. And honestly I was shocked seeing all the different answers. My point is I guess that Larry has evolved into all of these shades of gray currently and things aren’t so black & white anymore so their support is based less on Larries than it was previously. Harry’s fanbase reached casual listeners and built a solid fanbase outside of Larry for a while and now Louis has also built himself a solid fanbase not based solely on Larries. Seems like his casual listeners are growing a bit more also after people discovering him more. And yes there seems to be a bit of Larry resurgence happening at the moment since Liam’s passing but thats probably not going to last. I don’t want to seem like a Debbie downer here, I’m just noticing more of a shift of focus to their music vs a relationship in regards to the very diverse fandom now. 130k+ people on twitter in mere hours showing support of F being Louis’ son with just a pic of F alone was not on my bingo card but that’s a just an example of how things have changed around here.

Hi, anon! (Yes, i believe you are the same anon, because i doubt i got three larries referring to themselves as "a larry" in a row making the same arguments...)

First off. Some people come into this fandom as larries, without knowledge (or interest) in 1D's music or their solo music. They're just larries. You are no worse or better fan for also loving their music and ventures. I came into this fandom as a larrie first, and then found 1D's music. It's okay to be here just for larry and not here for their career and music. It's okay to be a fan of them as people and want freedom and a coming out for them, and want them to help change the music industy and be role models for their queer fans. Some fell in love with larry and their story, because they're queer themselves. Some are here because larry is a romantic love story that captures people, and unites people. Some are just here waiting for larry to come out and tide themselves over by reading fics and answering a bunch of asks or contributing to the community or fandom in other ways. It's okay to not be here for the music.

Even if you are here for the music, please understand and respect that not everyone is like you. And they do owe us, i'm not going into that discourse again.

Second. About defining what content is. I think people define that differently, because fans are different. Some people need albums and tours, others need tabloid articles, social media fan service or just about anything that will engage fandom and have us talking for days. Some don't need content from the boys, because they're happy with the content fandom or the community creates. I'm happy you are enjoying their albums and tours (3 Louis albums?) and that a coming out isn't contingent on your support. If i didn't think they were coming out at a point in time, i would be out of here a long time ago lol. So me and you are very different.

Third. Yes, the fandom is fractioned. Larries are also fractioned. It's because there is less tolerance and respect for other people's opinions, and it's impossible to debunk stuff and correct wrong information when everyone is spread over different social media. Nobody does research anymore and makes masterpost, putting things together in order to paint a picture everyone can agree on. But it's also a big misconseption that we larries have a hive mind and used to believe in the same things. We never did.

Since it's so hard to debunk things, and explain 14 years of history to 14 year olds on tiktok, you get 130k likes on a F pic. People are gaslighted, because they weren't around when H and L more explicitly fought the fake narratives. Explaining it to them in a way they'll understand takes effort and energy no veteran will bother with. The new fans will forget it by the next gaslighting attempt from lthq and hshq. So it's useless work. So i'm kind of just like sitting here watching them being wrong, coming to the wrong conclusions and using debunked information as a foundation for their beliefs. It's frustrating, but it is what it is i guess. They'll figure it out at some point when they get older.

As long as you believe larry is real, L is not a father and that H and L wants to come out, you're good in my book. The rest is just details of no importance.

[undead-potatoes]

Spent the first 2 hours of my 30s watching my best friend play Return of the Obra Dinn while half asleep in the world's comfiest chair. Let that be an omen for the coming decade, whatever it may be.