#in any other situation he would be the weirdest person in the room. in this one he is the most Regular

[potatoesandsunshine]

rotating them in my mind (perc'ahlia........)

[oros-ash3s]

₊ ˚ ⭒ 𓆩✦𓆪 Sibling Questionnaire 𓆩✦𓆪 ⊹ ˚₊

✧ Who looks more like their dad? ✧

Out of the three of them, Elmira is the only one who has her dad present in her life. Crow was the bastard child of the family, the product of an 4-year affair their mother had with a commoner, while Aurora was adopted into the family when she was young. Which leaves Elmira as the only one who closely resembles their father, with his sharp nose, dark red hair, and pale skin.

✧ Who looks more like their mom? ✧

Crow looks much more like his mother than Elmira does, at least he used to, anyway. It’s a fact that he hated growing up, especially because it didn’t make his “father” any more sympathetic to him.

✧ Who eats the most? ✧

To be honest, none of them. The three of them have developed horrendous eating habits, all of them eating as little as possible. Though, when compared to her younger siblings, Elmira makes sure to eat at least one decent meal per day.

✧ Who has been in the weirdest situations? ✧

Definitely Crow. Having left home when he was only a teenager, he ran into quite a few odd people during his time on the streets. Elmira and Aurora both had very structured, orderly lives under their father’s command, which left them with not much room to get into weird situations.

✧ Who sleeps the most? ✧

Elmira, which isn’t saying a lot, seeing as Crow can’t sleep and Aurora is the definition of a workaholic.

✧ Who has the most stable romantic life? ✧

Crow, who actually has the experience for that statement to be true. Both Elmira and Aurora have never had the time to date, even if they wanted to.

✧ What is the worst habit of each? ✧

Elmira is easily persuaded by others, and doesn’t follow her gut instinct, instead just following along with the orders she’s given.

Crow is extremely defensive and apathetic, especially to those he doesn’t care for. He always puts himself first, because he’s the only person he can truly count on.

Aurora is angry and driven by rage. She sacrifices her health, her mental well-being, her relationships, all in the search of revenge.

✧ Who is the most dramatic? ✧

Aurora, who also loses her shit over practically any inconvenience.

✧ Who had the weirdest phase? ✧

Probably Aurora, who had a full-fledged emo phase as a teen.

✧ Who is the best cook in the family? ✧

Elmira is the best, and can cook quite well. She made many meals for Crow and Aurora while growing up. Both Crow and Aurora are terrible cooks.

✧ What is their best memory together? ✧

Though there are not many memories the three of them can name as happy, there are a few that they have as children that they all look back fondly on.

✧ What is their worst memory together? ✧

The day that Crow left �� the day the three of them recognize as his death. After he disappeared, everything only got worse at the Koroleva estate.

✧ What is their dream trip together? ✧

Nowhere.

✧ Would you rather: Not be able to shower OR not be able to change clothes? ✧

Elmira: “I’m not extremely particular to fashion if it comes at the expense of my personal hygiene, so I’d say…. change clothes.”

Crow: “Shower. No question about it.”

Aurora: “Shower.”

✧ Who's older? ✧

Elmira is the oldest out of the three!!

✧ Describe each other in three words. ✧

Elmira: “Z… I mean, my brother, is caring, empathetic, and resilient. Aurora is hard-headed, determined, and goal-oriented.”

Crow: “Elmira? Stuck-up, small-minded, and ‘family-oriented’.” [He sneers the last word and laughs.] “And Aurora, hmm… Naive, hot-headed, and stubborn — as fucking hell.”

Aurora: “Elmira is bossy, responsible, and closed-off. And that… traitor?” [Her expression twists up in obvious distaste, eyes border-lining hatred.] “Dangerous, savage, and disgusting.”

✧ Who's their role model? ✧

Elmira: “I don’t have one that I can think of.”

Crow: “Myself.”

Aurora: “Father.”

✧ Who usually has the worst ideas? ✧

Elmira. I don’t even need to say anything else.

✧ Who is the certified "Bug Killer"? ✧

Aurora is DEATHLY afraid of bugs, ironically enough, considering what she does for work, and always has Elmira kill them for her. Crow likes chewing on whatever bugs he sees lying around.

ty for the tag @seastarblue, as per usual ^^

I already did this on my alt account @dioles-writes, but I thought I’d also do another one here!! this may or may not have been my attempt at soft-dropping my new WIP, with the three most complicated siblings ever: Elmira (she/her), Crow (he/him), and Aurora (she/her).

Taglist: @seastarblue @vesanal @steh-lar-uh-nuhs @bioniclechronicles @ohagi505 @lostcryptidinthewoods @lancedoncrimsonwings @blackboxwarrior-mkultra @whump-till-ya-jump @sharkblizzardblogs @sugaredparchment @scoundrelwithboba

[dark-frosted-heart]

Alfons vs Roger event (Part 2)

Roger using keigo is weird and I don't like it.

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this

Kate: I’ve covered my face with a veil, so I shouldn’t get found out, right?

At the viscount’s mansion, I disguised myself as Lady Claire, the viscount’s niece, with the help of the people aware of the situation.

Alfons: I think it’s perfect with your face hidden. Though personally, a little bit of exposure would be more intriguing.

Roger: Yeah? Everything’s the same if you strip.

Kate: Minus one friendship point from the both of you.

Alfons and Roger: ………Huh?

Kate: If you��re not being “good”, I’m taking away points.

Roger: Hey now, our judge’s pretty cocky, isn’t she?

Alfons: Hehe, how scary. Well, no matter. What’s important is…

Alfons and Roger: Turning the tables.

Kate: Earn them properly!

(They sync up in the weirdest ways…)

(Is this really okay?)

–

Lady: Happy birthday, Lady Claire!

Alfons and Roger smiled beside me as I sat on a chair with my face hidden behind a veil.

 Alfons: Lady Claire has caught a cold so she’s lost her voice. She will thank you properly another time.

Roger: We will take care of the present. Thank you wishing her a happy birthday.

Lady: O-okay…

(Perfect…)

The two’s clever attitudes caught the eyes of those around them.

Alfons and Roger are both villains who always push me around.

I can’t even count the number of times they’ve teased me to the point I was red in the face from anger.

(However, when they’re serious, they’re more reliable than anyone else)

Kate: That’s 10 friendship points…

After quietly whispering that, they gave refreshing, gentleman-like smiles.

Alfons and Roger: Thank you.

Alfons: Lady Claire, we’re running out of space so I will move the presents to the other room.

Roger: You can’t carry them all by yourself. I’ll help you, Al.

Alfons: Thank you, Roger. You’re so thoughtful.

Roger: Of course. Come, let’s go.

(Yes, nice chemistry!)

(Perhaps it won’t be long before they actually get along)

—At that moment, I heard them whispering as they walked away with the packages.

Alfons: That hurt…

Roger: That’s my line…

(...Eh?)

When I turned around, the two of them were stepping on each other’s feet.

Alfons: Please move your feet out of the way. I have very long legs, so it’s difficult for me to avoid them. 

Roger: What a coincidence. My legs are longer than most so it’s hard to avoid them.

Moreover, their shoes were covered in footprints, as if they’d been stepping on each other for a while.

(Good grief!)

--

Alfons and Roger carried the presents while continuing to step on each other’s feet.

When there was no one else around, the two looked at each other.

Roger: Al…

Alfons: Yes, I’m thinking the same… Really now. We’re too loved by evil, aren’t we?

--

(Okay, it looks like we’ve finished with the greetings)

After receiving the presents and having dinner with the guests, I sighed in relief.

Somehow, no one noticed the switch.

Alfons: Lady Claire, we’ll be escorting our guests out now.

Roger: I’ve prepared some drinks in the other room.You must be tired, so please rest there.

Alfons and Roger: Be at “ease”.

--

Kate: Phew…I’m glad it ended without any problems.

I wanted to remove the veil, but it was better to be careful until I left the mansion.

(Anyways)

I couldn’t help but laugh when I recalled the two’s immature behavior.

Having a partner who you can be open about your feelings with without consequence sounds like a happy and heartwarming thing. 

(But I need to decide on a winner. And do away with the servant stuff)

As I thought about this, the door opened without a knock.

Kate: Oh, Alfons, Roger…

But it was someone else who entered.

He wore a tailcoat and his hair was swept back. At a glance, he looked like the son of a noble.

However, this man clearly reeked of evil.

I’m not Kate at the moment and shouldn’t speak under these circumstances, but I couldn’t help it.

Kate: Who are you…?

Man in tailcoat: You don’t need to know my name. However, I’m going to have to ask you to stay quiet, Lady Claire.

The man smiled wickedly and pulled a gun out from within his coat.

Man in tailcoat: You’re the beloved niece of that Viscount Morris. He’d easily give up an asset or two to save you.

(Meaning you’re holding me for ransom?)

(Ah—Could it be that)

I don’t think Alfons and Roger would have possibly missed this person’s ill intentions that even I could sense.

(Perhaps Alfons and Roger “purposely” created this situation)

~~ Flashback ~~

Alfons and Roger: Be at “ease”.

~~ End flashback ~~

(If that’s the case, all I can do is get as much information as possible)

Kate: Do you…always do something like this?

Kidnapper: Yes, that’s right. Kidnap, extort, kill, and dispose.

(This isn’t the first time he’s done this)

Kidnapper: But I’ll let you live if you behave. Now come over here.

Kate: !

To keep the man from coming closer, I threw a teacup on the table at him.

Kidnapper: Ah, hot…!

Kate: Too bad for you. You won’t get a single penny from kidnapping me.

Kidnapper: You…fucking imposter! Know that I know—I’ll kill you.

The moment the man cocked his gun, the window facing the balcony opened with a bang.

Alfons: Killing sounds nice. I wish you didn't have to die first, but I guess that's not going to happen. Look, your gun’s disappeared.

Alfons knocks the gun away with his saber and Roger picks it up.

Roger: Well, this gun’s a fake that we swapped out filled with blanks.

(Alfons, Roger!)

Roger: What. Thought you’d be crying prettily, little lady, but you’re tough. 

Kate: I believed in you. The both of you.

Alfons: Aha! You really have the worst taste in me.

Roger: Pfft, haha. That’s the best kind of blunder.

Alfons and Roger cover my back.

Alfons: Now then-

Roger: Let’s get this over with.

[dioles-writes]

SIBLING QUESTIONNAIRE

thanks @seastarblue for the tag!!

Who looks more like their dad?

Felix. It’s honestly uncanny, besides the vitiligo, he’s a carbon copy of their father when he was younger. All the time growing up he got comments from his aunts and uncles about how similar the two looked — which only lessened after he started straightening his hair. Felix doesn’t know how to feel about it; he doesn’t know how he feels about both of their parents, to be honest. Reagan finds that the similarities don’t just stop at his appearance, Felix reminds her of her dad more and more every day.

Who looks more like their mom?

Neither of them resemble her too closely, with their dad’s freckles and curly hair, but Reagan is the one who acts most similarly to her, as Felix has no memories of his mom.

Who eats the most?

Felix, who has two baker parents that love to pamper him with snacks and delicious meals.

Who has been in the weirdest situations?

Being a Diole, Felix definitely has. I fear the Board Game Club beats any type of weird high school experience Reagan had. Not to mention their teachers��.

Who sleeps the most?

Felix. Reagan’s always busy with the bakery, work, taking care of Felix, managing all their different expenses, moving, that she has way less time to snooze around and relax like he does.

Who has the most stable romantic life?

Reagan. Her and Paisley had been dating for about seven years, and despite the current disturbances from Felix — having to move, worrying constantly about him getting caught — Paisley had been Reagan’s rock through it all. They hardly ever fought, and were always there for each other. (Meanwhile Felix on the other hand…)

What is the worst habit of each?

Felix has no filter/is kind of an asshole + he’s really impulsive and never thinks things through.

While Reagan, on the other hand, overthinks everything and lets her emotions control her.

Who is the most dramatic?

Felix, definitely.

Who has the weirdest phase?

Felix had a phase in middle school where he wore heavy amounts of axe body spray, only wore low-rider jeans that showed off practically his whole ass, and was always dating a different person every other week. So definitely weirder than anything Reagan did.

Who is the best cook in the family?

REAGAN. You should never let Felix step a foot into the kitchen, ever.

What is their best memory together?

Hanging out together when Felix was a kid. Despite being pretty poor while he was growing up, Reagan always managed to make him feel special, even if she couldn’t buy him the things that other kids had. She’d always put little notes and drawings in his lunches, which she cooked for him herself. Little things like this always stick out to Felix.

What is their worst memory together?

After the Winter Concert, both of them were stressed, especially Reagan, and it caused them to get into numerous fights throughout the month they had at Chumps Jr. Felix and Reagan alike said terrible things to each other, and to this day Reagan regrets it more than anything else in her life. She hates herself for making Felix feel so low when he needed her the most. Felix wonders if what she said was true, and if she would be better off without him.

What is their dream trip together?

Neither of them care for the place, just as long as they’re together.

Would you rather: Not be able to shower OR not be able to change clothes?

Felix would rather not be able to shower (that was his reality for a while), and clothes are just too important to him.

Reagan would rather not be able to change clothes. She HATED not being able to properly take care of herself in Ensio’s shadow room.

Who's older?

Reagan!!

Describe each other in three words.

Felix: “Reagan is smart, kind, selfless.”

Reagan: “Felix is caring, sweet, and courageous.”

Who's their role model?

Felix’s is Reagan! She’s been the one person in his life he’s always had to count on, and he wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Reagan’s is their parents, who were big figures in her life for most of her childhood. They both shaped how Reagan sees the world and raises Felix, and she misses them more and more every day.

Who usually has the worst ideas?

Felix one hundred percent.

Who is the certified "Bug Killer"?

Neither of them care that much about bugs, but I feel like Reagan kills the most of them.

Gently tagging: @vesanal @steh-lar-uh-nuhs @bioniclechronicles @ohagiwrites @lostcryptidinthewoods @lancedoncrimsonwings @blackboxwarrior-mkultra @whump-till-ya-jump @sharkblizzardblogs @sugaredparchment

[metal-harbor]

Aghhh I want to hear everything about it!! Sonic and Amy's friendship is so important to me in this au, especially when his former friendship with Knuckles (and even Shadow) is so fractured, and his one with Tails now so different (if still positive). His place with Amy hasn't been replaced!

Do you see things coming to a head in any way wrt the dynamic between Shadow, Tails, and Sonic now? It has to be rough walking on eggshells around Shadow in this situation.

I think he definitely appreciates it more than he’s able to show, in return I think she finds his smile and upbeat attitude refreshing (especially since living with team dark…)

I think Sonic actually feels a little jealous - something he really isn’t used to feeling. At this point Shadow has actually been in Tails’ life for longer than Sonic had before his disappearance, and he knows that means that the two have inevitably grown closer.

The weirdest thing is the three of them trying to navigate being in the same house. Shadow is frequently away on excursions which makes things easier, but it also just makes it feel so much stranger when he is around. Sonic doesn’t really know what to say to him when he comes downstairs in the morning to see Shadow sat at the table. Usually, Shadow will immediately just get up and leave whatever room Sonic is in which leads to some tension between Shadow and Tails. Tails thinks Shadow isn’t making enough of an effort to be civil, and if he could just get past this attitude then everything would be a lot smoother. Shadow thinks he is already asking too much in asking him not to beat Sonic to a pulp, and that he should understand that is only because he has come to respect Tails. While their closeness is strange, Sonic still feels bad coming between them.

Sonic also has the uncomfortable feeling of being indebted to Shadow; he saved Tails life at the sacrifice of his own anatomy, he has given up his voyaging lifestyle to stay in once place to keep his brother safe, and he comforted him when Tails accepted Sonic wasn’t coming back. He can’t even thank the guy because Shadow won’t talk to him.

The realisation that Shadow and Tails have similar interests is also unfamiliar; he had never really imagined Shadow as a guy with hobbies. They have a truck they’re fixing up together in their free time or when they need time away from a project. They talk about quantum physics, the mathematical probabilities of time travel, theoretical chaos energy studies - things Sonic had no idea Shadow knew anything about. Tails stands in Shadow’s personal space and no one seems to notice; he’s allowed to grab Shadow’s robotic arm with no reaction, Shadow will take Tails’ goggles straight off of his head when he needs to borrow them, Tails is the only other person allowed to work on the dark rider. I think it makes Sonic feel a little replaced in Tails’ life, as he will now go to Shadow with any problem he’s having instead of Sonic. In turn he feels guilty for disrupting the peace that Shadow has come to feel - he feels like an intruder in what was once his home.

There will come a point in the story where Shadow has to rely on Sonic, and it becomes clear Shadow still acknowledges and respects Sonic’s abilities. There also may or may not be a point where, after a particularly long day, an exhausted Shadow opens up to Sonic about how tired he really is. Maybe he’s even a little glad Sonic has returned, it means that in the disturbingly realistic scenario that Shadow can no longer fight, at least there will be someone around to keep the safe.

[thelampisaflashlight]

The ghouls, but I reveal how I actually headcanon them personality wise. Below the cut.

Aether: Plays at being timid/submissive, but uses it to provoke bigger/wilder responses, because he likes seeing people go absolutely bonkers when he flips the switch and goes ham himself.

He enjoys instigating things and then letting the other person take over, because it’s that much more entertaining when he starts taking control again.

It’s like a cat showing its belly.

You were never in control of the situation.

An absolute nightmare when paired up with Swiss during trips to bars, because neither of them are playing around with the macho meathead bullshit.

Dewdrop: Fairly subdued overall, but he’s easily stirred up/teased into doing some crazy ass shit.

Definitely loves chaos and all it brings, though he’s not opposed to the idea of softness and a quiet day to himself.

More of a “Just because I’m alone doesn’t mean I’m lonely.” type which often gets misread as him being aloof/cold for not always enjoying having company.

The friend who gives you a heartfelt pep talk, but calls you a little bitch (affectionate) at the end of it.

Side hug kinda guy.

Multi/Swiss: Buys fancy mixed drinks with his dinner and enjoys them without joking about it in that, “Aw, couldn’t they have given it to me in a different glass?” kind of way.

Not afraid to be vibrant and colorful in the way he acts or speaks, and encourages his friends to do the same and appreciate the good things in life without feeling a need to hide it.

Will make people argue in circles for hours if they try to give him a hard time.

“Yes, but if that were true, this-” 

He’s quite proud of it.

Rain: He’s a sweetheart, and genuinely quite sweet, but he will also do the weirdest shit knowing no one will believe it was him who did it. 

Never anything malicious though.

Unless you count biting.

Because I feel like Rain is the biter here, not any worse than Dewdrop, but he’s the type who waits until he sees an opening that will maximize reactions with minimal effort.

In short; “I would very much like to make you scream.”

Mountain: The guy who keeps you safe at a metal show by standing behind you the whole time like an ominous obelisk of a man. 

Resting bitch face to the max until he’s leaning down and asking if you’re gonna finish the rest of your donut and let’s out a slow, “Yoooo...” when you let him have it.

I cannot emphasize enough the slowness of the yo.

Would let you sleep in his bed... without him in it.

Teamed up with Rain, you are 1000% in for the weirdest adventures, and you’ll never be able to recreate the experience with anyone else.

Cumulus: An absolute sweetie, who could probably bench every member of the band with ease.

She’s the person who asks if she can try picking you up, and then proceeds to do so both emotionally and physically.

Lifts Cirrus all the time because she can.

Shows affection through hugs, kisses, and headbutts.

Mildly concussed?

Good.

Cirrus: Confident in who she is, and straightforward with how she thinks and feels, although she can often be a bit too blunt.

Joins Aether and Swiss in getting rude people to talk themselves into a corner in the best/worst way possible.

Has “You’re in her DMs, but I’m living in her head rent free.” energy and she knows it.

Sunshine: Gives off a playful and innocent air, but with an edge that indicates that that’s definitely not always the case.

Doesn’t play games when it comes to the safety of herself or her friends, and can go from joking around to deadly serious at the drop of a hat.

I don’t know why, but I can see her getting into a bar fight alongside the others if they saw someone being a dickhead, and would wear any bruises she gets from it as a badge of honor.

Has a solid punch, but you really have to look out for her legs, because she kicks like a horse and will knock your ass across the room.

[chocolatte-and-despair]

Since you don't mind writing for the old prompts can you make and oc for the Day 17 - Unrequited love AU from the 2022 list?

Yandere unrequited love | Adrian & Viktoria

Life really was a joke. The day you had gathered the courage to confess your feelings to the new friend that you made, he told you that his heart belonged to someone else. You knew it was wrong, but you really wanted to punch that pretty face of his.

It was his fault for making you feel like this, but here he was, falling in love with someone else. The world really was cruel.

You weren't sure why you said what you did. Maybe because you desperately wanted to hold onto him. Or maybe you wanted to find out who this other person was to make him fall in love. You told him you will help him out.

Stupid, right? Telling your crush you will help him get with his crush. But you weren't exactly the brightest person around, so here you were, making stupid plans on how to create moments he would get to be alone with his little crush.

You know the worst part? She was such a sweetheart. A real beauty with a heart of gold. If you weren't already in love with Adrian, you probably would have fallen for her too.

You must have been a horrible person in your previous life, for a horrible thing like this.

"... Are you sure this will work?"

"Of course, you idiot! Just listen to me, damn it!"

Your ideas to get him together with Viktoria were strange and best, and illegal at worst. You suggested him to beat up any competition, to steal her stuff and pretend to find it for her, and other stuff that could put him in trouble if caught.

I mean, you would have done that, if Viktoria wasn't such a sweetheart. Anyone else would have got a knuckle sandwich in this situation.

The funniest thing? It was working. Viktoria was getting closer to Adrian. Maybe Viktoria was an idiot? Well, you guessed it was good that things were working out.

It didn't take long before the two of them to get together. They were complete opposites but they fit perfectly together.

Adrian, the cold and collected upperclassman, and Viktoria, the cheery and friendly popular girl who was in your grade. There was nothing left for you to do anymore then, right?

Wrong. Adrian continued being your friend, as he got even clingier and kept inviting you to hang out with him and Viktoria, even on their dates.

Weirdest part? She never seemed to mind. Him on the right, and her on the left, the two of them would spend time with you, and spoil you with gifts, sweets and attention, as if you were part of their relationship.

But you weren't. And this was starting to weird you out. I mean, have they ever heard of personal space?

"... Viktoria, can you stop following me? This is the boy's changing room."

"Call me Vikki~ besides, you boys don't mind, right?~"

Viktoria was truly strange, always following you around, making sure she's tightly holding onto your arm, and if she's not able to, she will always blow your phone with messages. How did she even get your phone number? You hoped that it wasn't Adrian who gave it to her.

Adrian was not much better. He was always hovering around you two, as if he was a protector of sort, making sure that others avoided you. This was unfair! If he was scaring everyone else, how were you going to move on?!

You couldn't even try to distance yourself from them, as the same day you started to avoid them, they both appeared in front of your house, and forced you into a cuddle session to fix 'your relationship', whatever that meant.

"Oh, boo boo, you should have told us if you're struggling~ don't push us away~"

"But I'm no-"

"... Vikki is right... Now, shush..."

Like really sucks, doesn't it?

[theladyalchemist]

A TALE OF THE DARK KNIGHT & THE PHEONIX 🕷️

A short fictional/non-fictional story I wrote about an argument I had with my ex boyfriend who has his Pluto and Mars conjunct my 12H Pluto..which is also conjunct my ASC and Chiron 12H. I mentioned these aspects instead of our 8H synastry because I kinda felt like those placements related more to this particular situation.

“Be your fucking self!” He says with rage in his voice. I sit listening to him call me out over the jail phone, body filling with anger as he speaks with demand. “This n*gga is crazy” I thought as I carry on to defend myself, unsure of why he keeps saying those exact words to me. “Am I being myself?” My subconscious thought wondered as the phone hung up. I then proceed to roll one under stress, turn on my rock music, and let the anger release with each puff. I personally considered myself one of the weirdest girls from Dallas based off my music taste alone, so I couldn't really grasp what he meant. I was like every other black girl from Dallas who grew up listening to UGK, Slim thug, Trill Ent., Gucci Mane, Future, Kevin Gates, Jodeci, Tyrese, etc…yet most times I find myself dancing all over my room to Willow Smith, Deftones, Lana del Rey, Justin Bieber, Girl in Red, Coldplay,Avril Lavigne and the list of Popstars, Rockstars, and country singers goes on. Music I couldn’t play around my “so called” friends because it was considered weird. I’m also the black girl who can be the life of the party at a club, but I would prefer going to museums, art galleries, arcades, hiking, amusement parks, going to the beach, going to music festivals, open mic nights, trying new foods, meeting new people, rooftop parties, traveling and the best of them all.. going to fashion shows. The kind of black girl who writes poetry/short stories nobody knows about, and keeps a diary. The black girl who’s too black for other races and not black enough for black people. The girl who goes missing on social media for months, comes back for a few days, and then goes ghost again. The girl all alone in a world of casual sex/relationships, because I believe in being with one person and continuing to be there even when things get tough. A girl obsessed with horror movies, and dark romance.“Till death do us part” is a term that makes me wet. A hopeless romantic. The girl who can only have sex with a man who will go through hell with me and walk out with the key. The girl who knew what and how sacred sex was at just 8 years old. But also the girl with insecurities surrounding sex from being brought up in a family who suppressed my sexuality. “Go change out of that skirt!” They would say, whenever men would come over. Calling me fast whenever I would dress up showing my skin. Telling me “he’s just going to have sex with you and leave you”, everytime I would have a boyfriend. Traumatizing me with the horror stories of my mother being raped by 3 men as a child, and projecting the outcome onto me if I showed any parts of my feminine side. The girl who is now a 24 year old virgin, afraid that men would take advantage of me and not knowing how to let go of the men that do. A girl who has been both stable and unstable trying her best to be a woman. To own her authenticity even if the world doesn’t accept her.

“Be your fucking self!”, the agonizing words he said replaying over and over in my head. I then imagine me screaming “I AM!” So loudly that the earth starts to shake. “He doesn’t understand” I thought to myself. It was better to tell myself that he didn’t understand than to admit he could be right. If he was right then that would mean the suppression I saw within him, I also had within myself. Was he my mirror? How did he unknowingly know that I had so many things inside me that I kept suppressed? It was the feeling of someone reading your diary without your permission, and then using your secrets against you. I hated him for the ways he went about things, yet craved him for ripping out every part of me that wasn’t real. Parts that I couldn’t see. He seen through her illusion and killed her before she could kill me. The girl I’ve let take over me for so long, lying on the ground with a knife in her heart bleeding out to her death. With the power of his words there she layed, finally dead. And there I rose, covered in her blood, reborn again.

[chocolatedreamer22]

⚠️CATCF FANFIC IDEA⚠️ Part 3

Ok, so i'm gonna try to keep this short and leave out the less important stuff. Let me just explain some things in a few notes:

1. This is a fanfic idea I came up with. You can use it if you want.

2. Coco is Wonka's child. Whether she's his daughter or niece is up to the reader/writer to decide.

3. "The Wonderful World Of Wonka" on wattpad will explain how Nyxie and Coco are meant to be written.

4. If you don't want to use Coco or Nyxie, just swap them out for anyone else. Or delete the character completly.

5. Anyone is welcome to use my OCs, but I just ask of these two things: 1. Please don't change anything about their characters. 2. Please don't use them in graphic sexual situations of any kind.

THE IDEA:

Wonka introduces a new assistant. She's an animatronic doll called Honey. She's the same height as Violet. She wears a pink dress and a white apron with a red Wonka logo on the front. Black mary janes and white ankle socks; the same as Coco's. Brown eyes with pupils that dilate and contract when her lenses zoom in or out. Her blonde hair is tied in two ponytails that lay over her shoulders. She looks very similar to one of the puppets from the welcome show they saw the day they toured the factory.

Honey is not like any other AI assistant. She's much smarter, and much more advanced. Everything she knows comes from the most reliable resources, and she's programmed to know as much as possible. She is NOT programmed to obtain additional information except for the personalities and traits of the humans around her.

She can cook, clean, fix anything around the house, answer any question no matter how simple or complicated, and anything else she's asked of within good reason.

No one was really sure about Honey at first, but mostly got used to her after a while. It was a bit like having another child in the house. A child that has a computer instead of a brain, and a battery instead of a heart.

The only person that never got used to her was Mike. He didn't like how realistic she looked. She was made in the same factory as those corpse dolls Nyxie got for Halloween that one year. He could maybe handle the way she looked if it wasn't for how she behaved.

She acted way too human. She had thoughts and feelings and formed opinions of the things and people around her. She couldn't feel physical pain, but could "feel" every kind of emotion. She couldn't show emotions thru things like blushing or crying, but could show them thru facial expressions and body language. He even thought her voice sounded too human. She sounds like a person speaking thru a voice changer that makes her voice sound slightly robotic. He pointed out that her voice is "breathy" and robot voices don't sound like that.

When her battery gets low, she says that she's "getting tired". On the rare occasion that she "falls asleep," her eyes close and her body collapses onto the ground. This causes a lot of concern if it happens in public in front of strangers who don't realize she's an animatronic. This doesn't happen very often because her battery is designed to last as long as a human can stay awake.

Honey is witty and sarcastic and has the ability to lie to humans. Why would a robot be able to lie? She clearly doesn't like Mike and is often side eyeing him. Nobody listens to Mike's concerns because they think it's just his irrational fear of her.

The weirdest thing he notices is that she and Coco will walk off into the distance, or hide in empty rooms and whisper things to each other. Sometimes she'll show Honey something on a cell phone or in a notebook. She always holds them at an angle that others can't see. Coco knows something that everyone else doesn't. Something really creepy is going on and Mike is determined to find out what it is.

[quietwingsinthesky]

📚🍬🔪🦷

what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app? 

(oh, it’s this little bit i’d completely forgotten about that i think i scribbled down immediately after finishing hellbent.)

“And what color were Clara’s eyes?” the Doctor asks, slipping it into the rhythm of their conversation like any other question. Even’s fingers drum against the metal of the staircase they’ve seated themself on, two soft thuds of flesh and two clacks from parts that aren’t very good at pretending to be fingers anymore. They tip their head to the side.

“You don’t want my memories of her, Doctor.” Even drums again. One-two, three-four. “We weren’t exactly friends.”

“Nonsense. You’d have loved Clara,” he says it on reflex. He waits for something to follow, some internal feeling that he’s correct in his assumption or entirely off base. Nothing comes.

“You loved Clara,” Even corrects, gently. It sounds like pity, and it grates.

“See? You’re already telling me things.”

“You knew that already,” Even says. “You knew, or you wouldn’t be asking in the first place.” They shift forward, crossing their arms over their knees. “Please don’t ask,” they whisper.

Post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character.

Well, let me set up my usual fallback of Supernatural to allow me wiggle room for my Doctor Who take, but: my unpopular opinion is that Jack is an adult. He’s treated as an adult in canon. Making him into a child in canonverse stuff will have me squinting in suspicion for most people. obviously, not my trusted and beloved mutuals who are Understanders (and. more importantly. who I know are not harboring some unexamined ableist ideas.) but. everyone else does not get a pass and will be gazed upon with disdain :D actually, the bigger crime of making Jack a child and simplifying him is that you’re being boring, the fun of him comes from how messed up his situation is and how his sudden jump to adulthood is both horrifying but also one of the few ways he can grasp at control.

anyway, that’s a settled hot take in place so that i can say one for doctor who that im not sure is a hot take or not because i don’t know the fandom as well. but anyway, it’s that 90% of eleven and river’s scenes together did such a disservice to both of their characters that it actively uninvested me in the romance they were trying to sell. I feel like i may have said this before, but it’s like there’s a switch they flip when it’s time for the episode’s mandated eleven and river flirting time where they both turn into much more generic characters acting in ways that feel very ooc so that the show can. i don’t know, really. create tension, I suppose? But the tension falls flat because they aren’t acting like themselves so you can’t get invested in this relationship because it doesn’t feel like it’s being built off of them connecting. And it really stands out as just, truly awful, because you’ll also have some fantastic scenes actually exploring their relationship and the effects it has on both of them, the positive and the negative, and yes, I am talking about the broken wrist scene from Angels in Manhattan again because i wish all of elevenriver was like that, and it’s not, and i’m mad about it-!

what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

okay, i know it says research but it is much funnier to me if i just say that. sometimes. you need to describe a character touching something and you need the physical stimuli in your hands to really describe it, right? right. understandable. okay, so going from that, sometimes you need your character to say, lick a chair and describe that, and you realize you have no idea how to because how would you know what licking a chair is like? and then you look at your dining room chair from across the room. and you have to make a decision here. about what matters more to you. your dignity or your accuracy.

and if you’re a good writer, i think accuracy always wins.

share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on

breathing exercises are bullshit. you need to find a chant. you need to find something you can memorize and then when you feel yourself getting anxious, you need to start repeating it over and over and over. anything at all. what matters is that you’re saying it, out loud, and you can hear yourself saying it and you need to like the words so you’re focusing on what you’re saying, and this will save you. When I was in middle school, I did exorcisms. In high school, I’d repeat monologues from Hannibal to myself. Nowadays, I’m usually using the “heart. lungs. liver. nerves.” chant from slay the princess because it is short and ominous in a way that can be funny after a few repetitions and helps laugh the anxiety out of me.

and in a pinch, if you don’t have anything memorized, pull up the nearest piece of written text you have and start reading it out loud and don’t stop reading it until you’re calm again, and keep going a little after that just to make sure. Could be a fanfic you’ve got on your phone or could be an actual book. I’d reccomend the Iliad, because half of that book is just reciting name after name after name and you will start to hear how ridiculous it is rather than hearing your own anxiety, and it’ll help. you say “so and so brought 50 ships and he was the son of that guy who was king of this. and also this other dude, son of yet another guy we will never mention again, friends with holy shit another guy-“ and eventually you’re going to start giggling your way out of an anxiety attack.

[justafrogandherumbrella]

Welcome to Nowhere: Hands

AN: It's back!

Well, with Jenny all the way back downstairs, looking for rope, and Gia keeping watch over the unconscious Jerrel, it’s up to you and Aderyn to search Mr.Rotary’s mysterious office. Aderyn goes in first, and you follow. You turn around to speak to Gia, only to find the door slamming shut behind you.

“Gia?!” You shout, running up to the door to try and open it. No luck. 

“Jeez, what the hell?” You mutter, angrily shaking the door knob. The fact that the door had locked itself has to be part of that thing's decision, right? 

“Oi!” You bark, punching the door a little bit. “Unlock right now, this isn’t funny!”

“I don’t know how to unlock it!” Gia protests from the other side. “It just shut randomly!”

“Sorry, I wasn’t talking to you.”

“Who were you talking to then?” Their confused voice seeps through the door crack. “I’m the only one out here.”

“No one important.” You give the door an indignant kick before scoffing and deciding you’ll just have to come back to it later. You turn back to the office, which appears to be completely empty, save for whatever it is that’s growing out of the floor. You’re not really sure what it is- it doesn’t resemble any kind of plant you’ve ever seen. No, the substance growing out of the office floor was a dingy yellow color, growing in tall, thin stalks. It was almost like some type of grass, except for the fact that it looks to be made of carpet, and at the top of each stalk grows a tiny, fuzzy ear. 

“This is… the weirdest office I’ve ever seen.” 

“Eh,” Adryn shrugs, poking at one of the ears. “I’ve seen weirder.”

“Weirder? How can you have possibly seen something weirder than ear-thingies growing out of the floor of an office?

She shrugs again. “Well, I mean, I guess it all depends on perspective, doesn’t it? I personally find any ‘normal’ type of office to be so ridiculously boring to the point that they’re weirdly insufferable and motivation-sucking.”

“I don’t think that counts. In fact, I don’t think I could even come up with something stranger than this for an office space. Uhm- anyways,” you say, shifting your attention to a more serious matter. 

“Do you think he’s using these to… you know, hear us?”

“No idea,” Aderyn answers honestly. “I mean, Bianca said that her static should block him from hearing anything outside the kitchen, but… I mean, these are just a bunch of random ears, and I’m not really sure how they factor into the situation. Even if he can hear us though, what does it matter? We’re already here, aren’t we? I think all this means is that we should hurry up, just in case he is listening, and is on his way to kick us out.”

“Right!” You say, leaping into action. Still, the office is completely empty. Except… that can’t be right. If Mr.Rotary’s office is just a room full of ears, then  why does he have the weirdest lock of all time as some kind of guard dog? Why would he have been so insistent on you absolutely not going into his office if there isn’t anything incriminating inside? No, there’s gotta be something more to this, right? There’s gotta be.

“Hey Aderyn?” You ask, grabbing one of the ear-stalk things. 

“Yeah?”

“You like to tell stories, right? When we were all leaving the uhm…”

Shit! Have you forgotten already? You came here from somewhere, you know that. You just can’t quite remember the location. It sits there, on the edge of your tongue, ready to be spoken, yet your brain falters- refusing to give you an answer. 

“The graveyard?” Aderyn fills in.

“Right, yeah, the graveyard.” That’s right. It was a graveyard. That’s where you and Aderyn had met. When you, Gia, Bea, and Emerson left, Aderyn decided to join you. You’re supposed to be helping find her way home though, right? Why did you come to Dispassion?

“...Rue?”

“Right, sorry. When we were leaving the graveyard, I remember you telling us stories. Since arriving at Dispassion, I haven’t seen you too much, and so I imagine you haven’t had too many chances to tell any stories and I was just wondering… would you like to tell me a story? While we’re working?” You twist the stalk in your hand, digging your nails into it. Your hand looks kind of funny, now that you think about it. You’ve seen it plenty of times, so you’re not sure why you’re only noticing now, but… there’s something wrong with your hand. It’s not really hand- or is it? Well, it looks like a hand, or at least it’s shaped like one. 

Aderyn’s face lights up. “I’m so happy you asked! I would love to tell you a story! Hmm… can you give me a prompt or something?”

“Like… what kind of prompt?” You stare down at your hand. It sure is hand shaped alright, but it isn’t made of flesh. Almost everyone you can remember meeting has always had some kind of oddity, and yet, with the only exception being Emerson- or maybe even Aderyn, almost everyone you’ve met has had relatively normal hands. Looking at Aderyn’s hands now, you ignore one hand of hers, the one covered in succulents, and instead focus your attention on her other hand. Looking at it, you can’t help but think of the words that popped into your mind when you first saw Jerrell. 

Perfectly Human.

“Well, how about you just give me two random words, and I’ll try to connect them to make a story. Does that sound good to you?” She continues searching the room as she speaks, completely unaware of the thoughts that occupy your mind. 

“Yeah, I can do that.” You’ve always thought your friends had such oddities. Emerson being a slug, Gia having a planet for a head, Bea having far too many legs, and Aderyn having succulents grow across her face and spiraling down her arm. Yet, looking at your hands now, they’re oh-so-far from perfectly human. “How about these two words: dream and… deception. “ You see, while almost everyone else you can remember meeting has had some kind of flesh on their hands, human or not, your hands have no such things. Your hands don’t even look like they should be real. 

“Ooooh! Interesting choice! Let’s see…” Aderyn muses, her thoughts churning with ideas.  there once was a young poet- and that’s all anyone ever thought they were. Here’s the thing though, this poet had a secret.”

Your hands are made of drawings, if you can  even call them that. It looks as though someone has taken a black-inked pen to the air, furiously scribbling, trying their best to draw a never-ending amount of messy, nonsensical thoughts. 

Aderyn continues. “You see, this was no ordinary poet. Not only did they write poems, but they wrote spells as well. They were a magician- an arrogant one at that. They shamelessly crossed the paths between worlds, dancing with demons and flying with angels, not caring to read all the warning signs that were meant to save them.”

The scribbles are almost mesmerizing to look at, but it hurts. Just like the overwhelming static from things that it seems only you can hear, these scribbles are all-consuming. 

“They were living in a dream, you see. A fantasy so far-fetched that even they thought none of it could ever truly be real. They walked amongst stars after all, why would they ever feel the need to bring their head down and out of the clouds?”

The scribbles never really break their formation. They come together, forming the shape of your hands- but they never stop moving.

“They were reckless, never bothering to stop or slow down, because they thought that they would always wake up, back to their horrid, boring world where everything was safe. Unfortunately for them, they got too cocky, and found themselves challenging  a god- though this was unbeknownst to them. This god was far from good, in fact, it was just about the evilest thing one could imagine. However, no one could say it wasn’t fair. After all, it was the one placing all those warning signs that our dear poet chose to ignore.”

Everything about your hands is wrong. You… you hate them. You want to scratch away each and every scribble, scraping away the alien presence that is so clearly not you. 

“Naturally, our poet lost their challenge, but they didn’t know that. The god they had challenged loves to lie, you know. SO that’s what it chose as its award for winning the game. Our dearest poet lost everything, but they were allowed to return to walk among the stars, never knowing that they had been deceived.”

 Each and every scribble is constantly flickering, forming new shapes and even words, but they all bring the same feeling. 

“They never even remembered meeting the god. They didn’t know that it had carved out their eyes and ears and replaced them with its own. Never knew that they had been turned into a puppet for the god’s entertainment. So, the poet went on as they always had, living a dream that had never really been real.”

Dread.

[bats-after-dark]

I couldn't sleep last night so I just kept imagining what the CNC fic could be like. Are we getting multiple domestic but inappropriately horny situatuons? Whose salad will wilt first? What will happen to poor little Huaien’s poor little spaghetti brain?

I hope it's not creepy that I'm this happy over this happening. Maybe this is me not having anything to cooperate with but still wanting tl cheer you on.

HELLO HI wow i also slept poorly last night, but I don't think I made any progress on CNC fic thoughts. (or I did and I have now forgotten them—which would not be entirely atypical.) It is not creepy!! Normally, I would have more non-fic-project thoughts to fling at you, but my work is pretty busy right now, so I'm sort of.....short on thoughts? HEAD EMPTY ONLY CNC FIC.

My current sense of things is that this starts with an entire day of Huaien getting worked up about the collar and what it means for his evening. It opens with a bit about Huaien getting up, running sword forms in the dark, taking a bath, etc... It's honestly kind of boring? Idk I think it works, but it's very much relying on Huaien's spaghetti brain to keep it interesting. Anyway, he gets dressed, Xiaobao does his hair, maybe he will beg for kissy? But they eat breakfast (Zhaocai's salad is suffering), drift through the day, try to kiss while Xiaoyu makes faces, etc. I think that Huaien makes it to....late afternoon? before he corners Xiaobao, gently jingling, in an alcove where anyone could walk by and see and feels him up. I can't decide if this is normal petting or uh. Okay, it's not normal petting, it's probably Huaien lightly choking Xiaobao while groping him with the other hand. which! in Huaien's defense! is what Xiaobao wants when he's wearing the jingle bell collar. not sure if he stops because he doesn't want to give Xiaobao any satisfaction or if someone is about to walk by.

Huaien goes and meditates about that, anyway. he does his little tasks, he walks around the house, he Arranges the Things He Needs for their scene. I'm thinking they don't do this in their actual personal bedroom, but I'm not sure? I might do a little research because my sense is that wives and husbands might have had separate bedrooms, but honestly, I don't watch enough dramas with established het couples in ancient fantasy China to be sure. Huaien regularly sleeps in Xiaobao's bedroom because he is a feral cat, and I think they do their weirdest sex stuff in Huaien's bedroom. this is also the room where Xiaobao does Huaien's hair, of course.

I suspect that Huaien basically drags Xiaobao away after dinner, but—the one element of this that I'm struggling with is sound. Because those houses do not look remotely soundproof, so is. is everyone listening to Xiaobao whimpering and cry and beg. did someone try to help Xiaobao at some point and Xiaobao had to explain himself. it cannot be that because it would probably kill me??? the idea of some poor member of the household staff ohgodZhaocaiNO trying to save Xiaobao and just walking in on their kink shtick and Xiaobao is all, *spits out gag* "Do I look like I'm not having a good time???", as Huaien plots this person's imminent demise. so yeah they're either waiting till late or everyone in the household just knows to keep away by now or some third worse thing that I haven’t thought of yet.

(Just had a very vivid vision of Xiaobao pretending to try to run away into their courtyard and Huaien dragging him back in, so hm. hm. much to ponder.)

would love your thoughts on inappropriately horny domestic situations!!!!

[thefilmed2008]

The Rusted Link - A Linked Universe fanfic

Chapter 1: “Citing sources not of God nor man.”

My POV:

        I felt like I was wandering into the dark. I felt like I was thinking thoughts no mortal should have ever thought. It was always startling to fall through reality. It felt like I had died, but other than that it was a surprisingly smooth transition (I’m pretty sure dealing with fourth dimensional beings and being ripped out of your plane of existence would get you used to it.) After my vision returned I saw that I was in a lush green field dotted with flowers, a bit down-hill from where I was sitting was a small ranch and above me was a bright blue sky. ‘A bit weird, but at least there are living things here.’ I thought, after that I stood up and decided to walk towards the ranch (depending on how well my inevitable adventure will go, that was either a good idea or a bad idea.) An hour or two later I finally made it to the ranch. When I looked up at the sign I understood where I was, ‘yeah I can work with this. Not the weirdest thing I’ve ever dealt with.’ You want to know what ranch it was? Lon Lon Ranch. Well after that bit of relief I stepped through the threshold. After the music started I damn-near tripped over nothing but emotions, but I righted myself and I continued on. I eventually reached a window and peaked in, inside there were twelve people, eight of them were sitting at a table eating what I presumed was breakfast while two of them were standing around the room while another two were standing at what appeared to be a sink, nine of them were blonde, one of them had pink hair (Legend, the best little guy.) while only one of them was brunette, eight of the blondes, the pink haired one,  and the one brunette had various armors, little trinkets and medieval clothes on, although two of them had pretty modern clothes on like sweats with a beanie and jeans with a short sleeve shirt, the twelfth person however was a tall redheaded woman with fair skin and a rather bland dress with various patterns woven into its bottom. ‘Oh Linked Universe, well let’s just hope I don’t die (again).’  I thought. Suddenly the oldest looking one of them (who just so happened to have the most armor on along with having a dead eye,) side-eyed me like he knew I was there, I could not have ducked down any faster if I tried. I knew they probably wouldn’t hurt me, but I trusted people before and I paid the price, I wouldn’t make that mistake again. Suddenly I heard heavy footsteps heading towards the door which was right next to me. I fumbled for my pistol which I had learned to always keep on my person no matter the situation. No sooner had I flipped the safety off than the door opened and I came face to face with a tall, well built, man. He was 6’0 at least. And he had an aura that screamed “No matter what’s happening I am always in control.” It was so thick that it was getting hard to breathe. I could only think one thing, ‘Who is this man?’

Time’s POV:

        Me and Malon were washing our dishes and talking, the other links were eating breakfast while Texts and Worlds were standing around. When all of a sudden I heard a low noise coming from the window and when I looked over I saw a figure. And it quickly ducked down, I excused myself from the conversation I was having with Malon to go investigate. When I opened the door I was greeted with a boy who looked about fifteen years old, he had dark brown hair that looked unkempt, with white hairs that outnumbered my own, and he had eyes that seemed to be too tired and knowing to be from someone his age (Even compared to the other Links,) they also seemed to be deathly dull and faded, with the sparks of life barely recognizable along with their color. (My guess was that they were Hazel at one point in time), he was about 6’3 (though, with the number of stretch marks on his skin that was probably not his natural height), he had torn and faded jeans, smudged and cracked black and gray glasses, no shoes, and he didn’t have a shirt on, revealing unhealthily pale skin that was littered with bruises, scars, scratches, scrapes, and burns, and his feet were shot to hell. (He almost looked worse than Wild. In fact, he looked like a walking corpse.) It was apparent that something also happened to his legs due to the sound of the bones cracking every time he moved, and the number of horrendously deep scars that showed through the rips in his jeans. He was also trembling like I was a hungry wolf or something. He was pointing a metallic object at me (Texts and Worlds called them guns I believe) “Easy there, I’m not gonna hurt you.” I said “W-Who are you?” He said, I could hear the tremble in his voice. He was clearly terrified.  “My name is Time, what's yours?” He hesitated before saying “A-Andrew.” “It’s nice to meet you Andrew, what are you doing here?” “I-I don't know, I j-just woke up in a field not-t too far from here.” He also had an odd way of speaking, sometimes he would hang on words or sounds for too long, like his mouth wasn’t going fast enough to keep up with his brain, and his speech was filled with stammers and stutters.

 I had to help this kid.

Chapter 2: Linking up.

My POV:

        “Do you want to come inside? We have a few spare rooms.” ‘What?! Why are they offering? I just showed up then I immediately pulled a gun on them, what are they planning?’  But despite all the red flags, this was the only building I could see for miles, so I decided to take him up on his offer. “F-Fine, but no funny business. Alright?” “Alright.” “Good.” I flipped the safety back on and returned the gun back to its place.

Time’s POV:

        Well now that that was over with, me and the kid entered the house and it seemed like everyone heard the commotion because as soon as we entered the house they were all swarming us. Goddess this was gonna be long. After I got everyone settled down they started introducing themselves. “Hi. I’m Hyrule.” “Hello.” The boy said sheepishly, though the look in his eyes said that he was excited. “Hey. I’m Legend.” The kid looked even more excited. “I’m Wind.” “Hello. I’m Sky.” “Howdy! I’m Twilight.” “Nice to meet you! I’m Four.” “…” To be expected, Wild didn’t even know how to read or write true Hylian anymore. “Another one? Good goddess.” When Warriors was grumpy he made sure everyone knew. I’d have to talk to him about that later. “Who are you?” Worlds moved from his spot next to texts. He was probably the least trusting of strangers. Though, given what he went through, I’d say it was warranted. Of course Texts didn’t say anything, he just scribbled down stuff in his notebook, he had stopped talking shortly after we met him. Oddly none of the other Links elicited the same look of excitement in the kid’s eyes like Hyrule and Legends did (Maybe he was from their timeline like Texts and Worlds were?) everyone else got looks of knowing sympathy (Weird. Had he heard of our legends?) Another thing I noticed was that he was really stiff and he looked anxious, somewhat dizzy, like he wasn’t used to so many people talking to him, even one at a time. Then he started stumbling.

My POV:

        It was disorientating coming face-to-face with so many people who I originally thought were only fiction, my head felt like it was twisting inside out. It was hard to keep my footing and that’s when I tried to remove myself from the situation, only to make it worse. I walked (Read stumbled and tripped) my way over to what I could only assume was the kitchen table. Then I started to fall, my ears were ringing and my vision started to haze, I heard yells… I think. It was hard to make out. Some part of me didn’t want to stop falling, it was peaceful, and I hadn’t had peace in so… so long. Then boom. An arm caught me, I didn’t look up, I didn’t want to look up, but then I heard a voice “Are you okay?” It was a calming voice, a soothing voice, and it wrapped me in a warmth I hadn’t felt since before THE OTHER. I eventually looked up to see the red-haired woman from earlier, she smiled at me warmly and asked. “Hey there little guy. How are you feeling?”

Time’s POV:

        The kid started stumbling and tripping his way towards the kitchen table, that’s when he started to fall. Most of us were so startled that we were frozen in place, but some of us rushed over to catch him. Luckily we didn’t have to, Malon rushed over to him so quickly you would have thought that she had Pegasus boots on, after she caught him she asked if he was alright. “Y-Yeah, thank you.” Andrew let out a grunt as she helped him up. “You’re welcome. So I’m guessing you’re a new hero?” She asked with a melancholic yet hopeful tone. “His story would seem to suggest that, along with all the wear and tear his body seems to have been through.” I said. “He might just give you a run for your money in the injuries department Wild!” Legends joked. Wild just huffed and rolled his eyes.

  Chapter 3: Well this is new

                                   My POV:

        This was not the weirdest situation I’ve ever been in, but it certainly was a new one. But I had to admit that after being alone for so long and being hunted down tirelessly for so long that time became redundant this was a nice change of pace. I was at the dinner table with the Link’s eating food that Malon had cooked up, and I gotta say, she is one hell of a cook. I liked how peaceful it was. But eventually the peace had to end. “So how old were you when your quest started? I was twelve.” Legends said “I don’t want to talk about it.” “Come on! I want to know too!” Exclaimed the youngest of them, I finally broke. “I was five! Okay? Are you happy now?” That shut Legends up and also got me a couple of sympathetic looks from the rest of them. “Who did you fight? Was it Ganondorf?”  Asked the sailor, I was gonna lose it. But I decided to answer. I didn’t want to describe THE OTHER, I didn’t want to remember it, so I decided to tell them about HABIT.

                                       Time’s POV:

        Damnit! Why did Hylia have to throw someone so young into a battle against such a terrifying beast? Just listening to him describing it was harrowing, it was like all the worst parts of Majora and Ganondorf rolled into one maniacally sadistic, impossibly cunning, and damn near invincible ball. And the worst part about it was that it wasn’t just evil, it was silly evil. It was horrendous to even think about. Not even Majora would eat a Baby, let alone in front of its own mother!

        Suddenly Andrew got up. “Where are you going?” Malon asked, “I’m going to get some fresh air.” “Oh, okay.” Andrew nodded and went to open the door, but when he did we all suddenly got sucked into another portal.

Chapter 4: “In strange eons even death may die”

Normandy, France, June 6th, 1944.

Black Forest Germany, Unknown month, 1945.

The land of ashen waste/Dr Corinthall’s domain, unimportant.

The Boardwalk/Slenderman’s domain, unimportant.

The Bridge To Nowhere/HABIT’s domain, unimportant.

The Cabin/Andrew’s domain, April 45th, 2023.

My POV:

       It was getting kinda annoying having to go through so many back roads to get home once I fell through reality- oh I made them worry about me, didn’t I? Oh well not like I’m gonna see them again. *bang* *bang* *bang* I think I may be corrected. I stood up and got out my gun, I then flipped off the safety and went to answer the door. “Hey guys!”

Time’s POV:

        It was hell. Not even Majora would find joy in this place, when we arrived here we were met with nothing but silence and colorless, lifeless woods. “Be on guard! We don’t know what could be lurking here.” I advised. “There is no life here. This place… it was never meant to be kind to life.” Four said as he fell to his knees. “It hurts… It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! Make it stop hurting! Please!” Hyrule cried as he fell to the ground coughing up blood, Wind rushed to his side. “The Goddesses weren’t involved in the creation of this… unholy place. They couldn’t have been.” Sky said, I had half the mind to agree, the only reason I didn’t was to keep myself calm. “Oh god! Oh shit shit shit shit why here? Anywhere but here!” Worlds said, he looked terrified. “What do you mean? Where are we?” “A space between dimensions. A land forsaken by all gods, only damned souls and demons live here now.” We all whipped around to look at Texts as he finished speaking. He looked utterly hopeless. “No mortal soul was ever meant to see this place. The Candleverse was only ever meant to imprison unending spirits.” We all wanted to deny it but when Texts says something with certainty in his voice it is always true. “I-I think we should set up camp for the night. Legends go gather wood, Warriors go with him, if what Texts says is true then he’ll need it. I’ll do the rest.” “O-O-Okay.” Legend said. “Hey it’s gonna be okay.” Warriors assured Legends. I hope he’s right.

—Four Hours Later—

        Black and White and Black and White. There wasn’t even Gray, it had felt like days had passed yet it had only been four hours (Or was it five?) It truly felt like a prison, a cruel twisted version of one, but one nonetheless. Hyrule never got better, in fact he got worse. Eventually we heard a noise coming from the forest, at first we thought it was the wind, but then we realized that it was more like breathing, and it sounded like it was getting closer. Then my vision became filled with what Texts and Worlds would call static, its buzzing was persistent and upsetting, eventually a scream rose above the static. “Ahhhhhh! What the hell is that?!” I instantly jumped to my feet and grabbed hold of the voice and ran, I yelled out “Run! Move! Get the fuck away from whatever it is!” “YOU SHALL NOT PASS!” I heard Texts yell, then *shlick!* I whipped my head around, then I saw it; Texts stabbed through the chest with what looked to be a black tendril, he was being whipped around wildly while his notebook was glowing with a holy light. “Babble!” “Fly you fools!” Then there was a flash of blinding light, and I and the person I was holding were sent flying with enough force to kill a Lynel.

         — Unknown amount of time later —

World’s POV:

        My entire body hurt and ached, it felt like I was hit by a bus (Again), eventually I got up and looked around. It looked like a bomb had exploded, my ears were ringing and my vision was somewhat hazy but it instantly cleared up once I saw a few other forms laying on the ground unconscious. I immediately rushed over to the forms, when I got there I saw that it was Four, well actually five… Fours, one with red clothes on, one with green clothes on,one with purple clothes on, one with blue clothes on, and one that was completely black with a purple tint. Suddenly the dark one got up “W-What happened? Where’s everyone?” It had glowing white/pale yellow eyes and no mouth. I opened my mouth to ask what it was when a drop of something fell on my face, I brought my hand up and wiped it off, that’s when we saw that it was blood, then we both looked up and saw it, Babble’s mangled and broken corpse impaled on a tree branch, or what was left of it anyway, there wasn’t much left of it to identify it as Babble’s but the one thing it did have was his notebook, the notebook that got us out of sticky situations so many times before. The dark Four started sobbing while I could only stand there and look up at the blood dripping corpse of my friend.

—Two Hours Later—

Wild’s POV:

        I awoke to the sound of sobbing, I got up on unsteady feet and headed towards the sound, there I found what I could only describe as a shadow Four lying in the fetal position covering his face and sobbing so much that he was hiccuping, Twilight had a thousand-yard stare, I also saw Sky sat facing away muttering prayers to the goddess Hylia and rocking himself back and forth while Wind was trying to calm him, Legends, Warriors, Time, and Hyrule were nowhere to be found. I then looked to my side and found out what the fuss was about; there were five corpses lying on the ground while Worlds was digging graves for each of them, four of them looked like Four while the fifth one was barely recognizable, but it held something that was: Text’s notebook.

Chapter 5: Strangers in a strange land.

—Two Hours Earlier—

Time’s POV:

        When I woke up I was met with a hallowing sight; a being in the form of Hyrule that had black skin, dark gray clothes and hair, and light gray eyes and cloth trimmings, carrying the real Hyrule on its back. “What did you do to Hyrule?” I quickly jumped up to my feet and pulled out my sword. “Calm down, I do not intend to harm my guardian.” This thing talked like a cold, analytical machine, but it also carried the sort of care and kindness that a mother would have, but I still would not let my guard down. “What do you mean ‘you’re guardian’? And who-or-what are you?” “I am Hyrule’s shadow, but you may call me Sinatra, and Hyrule is my guardian. I give him strength whilst he gives me form. It is a mutualistic relationship.” “Okay but will you hurt me?” “No. You are my guardian’s friend. Plus it would not be beneficial to me in any way.” “Good. Well with that out of the way; where is everyone else?” “I do not know. This place is wreaking havoc on my guardian’s mental state, and as such using any more magic than is absolutely needed is risky at best and guaranteed death at worst.” I sheathed my sword and started thinking about what to do next. “Well we just gotta keep on moving then.” He nodded at the suggestion and asked me to lead, we then started walking.

—One Hour Later—

Legend’s POV:

        I was getting kind of scared. It had been an hour (or was it seven?) Since me and Warriors woke up, and during that time we'd been assaulted by monsters, including a green colored thing, I had grown wary. Warriors was holding up better than I thought he would, considering he was the pretty boy of the group. “How’s that dowsing spell going, have you found anyone yet?” Warriors asked. “Nah. It’s like this place just keeps eating up any magic I throw out.” “Well that’s just dan-“ “Hold up. I think I got something.” We both stopped dead in our tracks as we heard the crunching of leaves growing closer. We both readied ourselves for a fight when suddenly Time and a black and gray Hyrule carrying the real Hyrule showed themselves.

Time’s POV:

        Me and Sinatra had been walking for an hour or so. (Thankfully the mind boggling effects of this world did not affect him.) When we had finally found Legends and Warriors. They looked ready to kill Sinatra when they first spotted him, it took some explaining for them to finally settle down enough to put down their weapons. “Okay so what now?” Legends asked. “We continue on and search for shelter.” Then we started walking.

[over-dramatic-diary]

here we go again

Hi, little non-existent gay people in my laptop.

So I am feeling pretty anxious right now, and would like a place to vent it. So here we go.

To make a long story short, my living situation for the summer is not ideal. Now, I am safe, I am not in any danger. And the place is not ratty or buggy or leaky, and is a cheap place to live for the few months I need it (long story for another time). However, the rent is fitting. It is an old duplex which is the definition of the landlord special. I can deal with a cheap place. But let's say my roommate is a bit... unconventional. He lives literally as cheaply as possible. The only decorations in the house are mine, and the only furniture he owned before I moved in were a cheap-as-all-hell couch, his bed frame, and his dresser. But the weirdest part? He sleeps in our tiny living room most nights.

I ask rhetorically: is it such a big ask for him to sleep in his own bedroom? He literally uses the living room as his office and his bedroom. I should've been more weirded out when he told me he uses the living room storage closet as his closet, but that seemed fairly normal to me. Come to find out, he sleeps on that cheap-ass, bright blue leather and chrome hardware couch most every night. What am I supposed to do if I bring a gentleman caller over? Corral him out my bedroom window? And the most infuriating part is that I pay more rent than my roommate does.

Now it is still cheap rent, significantly more affordable than any of my other options (dear god rent has gone up), but that makes me even more irritated that I never get to use the living room. Especially being that one of my core personality traits is being a social butterfly.

As a side note, I apologize if this is a bit too stream-of-consciousness. If I am to be completely honest, I recently had a procedure that means for the past and next few days I cannot smoke, and I, shall we say, manage my anxiety better when my friend Mary Jane is at my side.

Either way, I am debating on two possibilities of what to do:

My first option is to text my roommate and ask him to rectify the problem once I am back. For context, I am in my hometown for my procedure. It would likely be as follows:

Hi [redacted]. So I was wondering if you usually sleep in the living room. I won't lie to you, this makes me a bit uncomfortable. Partially because it eliminates a bit of my privacy, being that the primary way in and out of the house is through the living room. Partially because I find it a bit grating that I pay a bit more of the rent than you do for the fact that you take the smaller bedroom, and yet you treat the living room as your bedroom and office. Now, I know that I am only subletting for the summer and thus maybe don't have quite as much sway in those decisions. But I will say that if I had known that that was a usual occurrence, I would have asked that we pay equal amounts of rent. I don't even have qualms with you keeping your [redacted] in the living room and your asking that I don't keep my tv in the living room, so that I don't really get to use the living room as I might wish. However, I would like to ask that for the majority of the time that we live together, that you spend your nights in your own bedroom. Please let me know your thoughts.

My second option is to ask him essentially the same thing when I arrive back in town. I honestly think I will do the former, so it will be a little more formal, as he seems to like that mode of discussion better. Not to mention the fact that I believe that any conversation about money he will cave to, so long as I keep paying my portion of the bills.

Well, it looks like this blog may simply be a place for me to sort out my jumbled thoughts in this chaotic and occasional mess of a mind that I have.

Well, thanks for listening, even if the only person listening is the wide open abyss that is the internet. May my words swim aimlessly among the sea of fanfiction and hack videos.

[maelysgriffonne]

The Avengers thinking Luffy is Nika, Thor would be confused because his old friend Nika is totally different (Other gods from others mythology are canon in the MCU now). But I don't think they would be has surprised I mean look at what they already got through, just the baby of the Avengers befriend a God would be normal at this point.

Until Robin explained what devil fruit are and that Luffy isn't technically Nika but a representation (that kinda how I see it).

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OH GOD MY FEELS!?

Once back home Peter just totally crash in the arms of Tony from all this crying.

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After that day Peter is ban from the kitchen until Sanji is awake.

Zoro would used this to annoyed Sanji.

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They make a list of were they find him asleep, the weirdest one so far is when Robin found him in one of the small top shelf in the library.

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He would 100% go to Luffy when he is having a sensory overlod. And yes he will feel asleep on Luffy everytime after it pass.

The first few time Robin and Nami coo at him because he was purring he was so embarrassed he end up on curld up on the ceiling in a corner with a red face.

Zoro just doesn't care and he even have a new gym buddy (he didn't thinks it was a good idea when Peter proposed until Pete just left one of his heaviest weights like there nothing).

Sanji would totally be horrified when Peter bent in very unhumanly ways and like the little shit that Peter is, he would totally amused himself with scary Sanji with is more spidery side.

Inventor Bros! Invertor Bros!! Peter, Ussop and Franky would spend hours just creating shit together.

Poor Chopper X)

And yes Granpa Brook all the way, they would also do so much stupid jokes and you now it.

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Need to know Peter is good with his fist yes but God dame if he is a king with his words and qips. He can get out of any situation by annoying the fuck out the enemy but just rambling and he know it.

The first persons to see that were Ussop and Nami, the three of them were captured by a marine group.

When they were all together in the interrogations room, Peter apologized to them for what he was going to do (both were extremely confused), took a big breath and even before on of the marine ask a question he just start to speak one hundred miles per hour about some random shit. He continu on and on until the marines were crying and plead him to stop.

When he finish the marines were relieved and were going to finally be able to ask some question until Peter say this " you know when you look at someone you captured that start to speak don't concentrate on there mouth but on there hands", while he say this he just show his uncuffed hands and just beat everyone unconscious. He turn around and free Ussop and Nami who were both shocked about what he just did.

A second time was with Robin. She and Peter were fighting someone and Peter kept on quiping and making jokes about the enemy. She noticed that with every jokes and quips, the persone they were fighting got angrier and angrier and start to focus more on Peter leaving more blindspot and weaknesses for Robin to used and attack. She ask him about it when they were done fighting and he just say.

"Oh yeah I do that so the enemy get so angry he forget to protect his weakness point, but that not the only reason I do it. I also do it to calm myself and other in fights against others"

The last time was when he bet with Nami that he can make Zoro and Sanji fight with just one phrase and Nami say two.

So when everyone was on the deck Peter just look at Zoro and Sanji and say this " Man in a strength competition I wonder who is the strongest between the two of you because kicks and swords can be has deadly has each other" and just like that both start fighting while Peter look at them. With a shit eating grin he turn to Namy and say "I won" while Nami and the other were just shocked.

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I also think that the first time Peter see and ear Doflamingo (don't ask how he was here he just was) he almost had a panick attack because at that moment he didn't saw Doflamingo but Green Goblin.

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Imagine this:

Observation Haki + Spider-sens

Or:

Armement Haki + Peter strength (Peter is canonicly able to punch a T-Rex unconscious)

Peter would be fucking unstoppable.

Ok so I had an idea about One Piece that got stuck in mind and I need to tell someone.

So the idea Spider-man x One Piece or literally Peter ending up in the Sunny after some multiverse shenanigans. Why this idea, well for some time now I thought that Peter and Luffy were similar in many ways (that could just be me and my biased ass) like, both are teenagers who want to follows there dreams and be free but got ways to much trauma but still continu to smile as if nothings happened, both surrounded themselves with trusted friends and family, both are afraid of being alone, both are very good to read other people and give second chances and in both of there own fandoms are seen as clown jesus and sunshines.

But anyways Peter need some serious therapy (since fuck No Way Home and what it did to my feeling and my hearts) in the form of an hyperactive rubberman. And Luffy while also get therapy by this spidery nerd even if he like it or not.

Plus an things for this popped in my mind before I feel asleep:

One positively starve-touched enhanced teenager that will stick to you till he consciously let go + another positively starve-touched rubber enhanced teenager that will wrap his arms around you multiple time like an octopus = Ultimate cuddles buddies :D !!!

Ok that all sorry if that seems a lot but I really need to tell someone from the One Piece fandom since I restarted to hyperfocus on it some days ago.

omfg yes

Zoro: what do you have there Luffy?

Luffy, with Peter full on suit and hiding behind him: a smoothie

[leffee]

!!! Bad sans poly kinda general talk kinda headcanon-y, because lack of it on tumblr is unforgivable. Having said that: AAAAAAA

The poly includes: Nightmare, Dust, Horror, Error, Killer, Cross,

Well, mainly Nightmare (but others too) are very OOC, but what can you dooo,

So, yeah, Nightmare gathered this bunch of skeletons to just work for him at first, but after some time they all started falling for one another. After all, they say that being in stressful situations with somebody creates the strongest bonds, and they all have trauma to deal with,

Nightmare was the one who initiated the relationship since he could feel the overwhelming amount of love they all held for one another and him. He was rather hesitant, but in the end, his emotions reading doesn't lie. Needless to say, others were baffled that literally everyone else felt the same, but also delighted,

You bet that they helped Error overcome his haphephobia. And after it happened, he was severely touch starved instead. Hence others would smother him with affection. Error himself would often sneak into others' rooms (mainly Cross, Horror, and Nightmare's) and hesitantly admit that he wanted cuddles,

They all are just very touchy and affectionate with each other. It took some time, but they got used to it. Now it's nothing strange to see two or more of them in the weirdest positions, if only for the sake of being with each other,

Otp, otp, aaaaaaa!

They are all asexual,

Killer is the most social of them all, so if they go out somewhere not planning to be a menace, he's doing most of the talking while others just stand behind him awkwardly. The problem? He's social in a rather murdery way,

Sometimes, Horror will take a "Free hugs" sign and just stand somewhere where all his boyfriends are, looking at them expectedly. Dust usually cracks first. Other times he will do it by entering someone's room while they're sleeping and starting creepily at them. When they wake up this conversation ensues, "...How long have you stood there?" "Last three hours." Is it worth it? Yeah,

Speaking of Dust, he and Error are more often than not the quiet ones. Hence they love spending time with each other in silence. That includes: watching TV, laying on the grass outside of the castle, and finding the other to cuddle up with. Whoever initiates them simply gives the other "the look" and they just know,

Cross is literally the only one of them to regularly work out and train his magic. Nightmare tried to force the rest to at least work on their attacks every day, but they all, including him, are too lazy,

Whenever they go somewhere, be that from room to room, or some AU, there will always be that one person who doesn't feel like moving and persuades Nightmare to carry them in his tentacles. However, once that person does that, the rest will start whining to be carried as well,

Dust has discovered that Horror makes a perfect pillow and now everyone wants to lay on him, much to Horror's amusement and delight,

Speaking of, they almost always sleep in the same bed. However, even after finding the biggest bed possible, fitting six skeletons on it is hard, but at least they are all snuggled up,

At first, they tried to keep their relationship a secret, but it failed when Cross couldn't help himself and just kissed Nightmare in the middle of the battle against the Stars. Now, it's kind of a tradition to try and kiss each other in the middle of the fight while dodging any incoming attacks,

Their cuddle piles can be so messy and unorganized sometimes, trying desperately to fit on the couch or wherever they want to,

They make pillow forts sometimes. It mainly started with Killer and Dust, but now everyone helps. It's just a cozy, little space that can be comforting, especially when compared to the spacious castle,

They have matching, fuzzy slippers,

They love each other!!!

I always talk about Errormare, but it actually is Bad Sans Poly that is my number 1 OTP (Errormare is #2). Becauseee lovelies??!

That's probably just part one.