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batsplat · 6 months ago

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hello dr. batsplat! in your gossip post you listed the post-aragón 2015 rumor that vale went on to interrogate dani about why he raced him so hard, and how that is at the same time wildly unlikely but also would be fascinating from the character standpoint. i watched aragón a couple of times for my own purposes, but there were some bits along the way that made me think of it

first, it's the pre-race comment made by jorge's team manager wilko zeelenberg: "one: one never writes off valentino rossi, and two: we'll need some help from dani pedrosa". the british comms then milked it for all its worth. and after the race, in parc fermé, vale says in his interview, "i needed those five points more!" which is like. not a particularly outrageous thing to say, especially combined with vale's joking/self-deprecating tone, but, as you rightfully pointed out, marca is not a reliable source (don't trust them farther than you can throw their print copy...) you also said there was a second story they combined with the first one, about vale crashing a honda party in phillip island - so did the article come out after the australian race - or even after sepang? because then marca's implication would be that vale counted dani into the spanish conspiracy even if he didn't verbalize it

which overall tells us nothing in terms of like. Did It Actually Happen, HOWEVER. i, personally, think it would be fun and juicy if it DID and kind of marked the start of vale's descent. because, as you've also said, vale excels in one-on-ones, and always had dani covered... but not in aragón. is that the point where doubt starts creeping into his mind, that it's not the same as it was before, that he's not the same as he was? (i may be wildly misreading and dramatizing everything). and a LOT of people commented on how hard dani raced there, which is- first of all, why wouldn't he. but this, combined with his interactions with jorge (that podium is a pedrenzo shipper's paradise), maybe seemed... a touch suspicious.

yeah the story was published after sepang! but... uh, I'm gonna be honest, I wrote that gossip post quite quickly, did not check any of my sources and, well, I'm very sorry to the writers at el pais because I accidentally got my spanish papers mixed up. so, um, my sincere apologies to el pais for calling you marca, it will NOT happen again. here's the article which I'd copy pasted into my actual, y'know, notes (it was behind a paywall):

even though the dani rumour to the best of my knowledge originated here, I've seen only that one spread elsewhere - not the marc one. which isn't really surprising. getting mad at dani feels kinda newsworthy, kinda quirky, who gets mad at dani right. plus, the marc story really isn't all that believable. look, we won't ever know for sure.... but valentino interrupting a honda party to interrogate marc fits in with quite literally nothing we've heard from any involved parties, ever? marc has repeatedly said the sepang thing took him by surprise, that valentino had his phone number and didn't use it and all that, valentino has never made reference to this conversation, nobody at honda has ever mentioned anything like this... you watch the sepang presser and you just don't buy marc went into that with forewarning, right? how would his emotional reaction work in this hypothetical scenario? 'wow, valentino already complained to me directly about the stuff he's now accusing me of during a party a few days ago, but I guess I'm still surprised because I didn't think he'd talk about it in a presser'? like... it just doesn't feel right, does it

and, yeah, if you're reading an article and most of the paragraph you're on kinda sounds like bullshit, then you're going to treat the first two sentences with some scepticism too. the dani one is more plausible in that it hasn't been repeatedly directly contradicted by both major parties, but it does also feel. odd. this isn't how valentino handles his conflicts. if you want to know how valentino handles his conflicts, it's quite literally sepang 2015 - that weekend feels completely in-keeping with his conflict management (and escalation) in a way this aragon story just..... doesn't? he actively evades a private conversation with biaggi, he conducts his warfare with sete completely in the open (cf sepang 2004), same with casey, with jorge, with marc... I think what I wrote in the gossip post is that it'd be interesting because it would feel out of character, in a way that I don't really think anything else in 2015 is really does for valentino? again, I don't want to dismiss the article out of hand, but it does read more like an op-ed than actual reporting. and just to clarify, the piece isn't exactly trying to argue that valentino thought dani was involved with any conspiracy. it's more a general argument that valentino that year was unravelling, that he was demanding some distance from fans, that he'd manage to silence iannone (?) and so on. which, there's some truth to that - but even if everything in the piece is factually correct, the whole thing is pretty shoddy journalism. the aragon story has never to my knowledge been corroborated by another source - and the outlets I usually treat as reputable for motogp news didn't even report on it. could be true, might not be true, but it is very much a rumour spread around by a source with skin in the game

that being said! I do completely buy valentino was more frustrated by that race than he let on in public - and yes, his joking about how he would have really needed those points does encourage that impression. and yes, it is also pretty noteworthy as basically the only time dani bests him in extended combat. it's some very sturdy defending by dani's standards, a bit of a one-off performance in his career. by that point in the championship, every race felt extremely significant... you could say that race bears some surface level similarity to estoril 2006, where valentino lost a very close race to toni elias who really wasn't getting the better off him all that much (well, I suppose that one time he shoved valentino off-track at turkey 2007 lol). maybe also a little phillip island 2009, come to think of it, just a different championship picture. though those two are a little different - and in both estoril and phillip island I reckon it's fair to say valnetino was motivated to be more cautious than he was at aragon. I think it's... hm. I don't hate the interpretation it's the beginning of the end - honestly it is fun for narrative reasons! it's fun to look at turning points! but the way I personally read the 2015 season, I kinda think once you pass assen, pretty much every race contributes to that downfall? in one way or another

let's quickly go through them. *takes deep breath* in sachsenring, you've got a version of marc who is still clearly hung up about assen and shows as much in his presser answers. he does more or less manage to get over it during the summer break, which is the chance for a bit of a reset for everyone, but by that point the damage has already been done. from then on, there's several moments in these pressers where marc is getting asked about the title fight, is saying that 'well valentino is slower but he's been very consistent!!' again and again, is being constantly asked about his potential role as kingmaker and it's all very sword of damocles given valentino is sitting Right There... indy and brno work as this duo of races that make the title feel like it's slipping away from valentino, and at brno valentino relinquishes the championship lead for the first time (if only on countback). at brno, marc also decides to kinda harass him during qualifying (he'd already done his last flying lap so wasn't just catching a tow) - and they're asked about it in press, they joke about it, but it's just another moment where once again.... if that's one of the things valentino remembers from that weekend? not ideal. silverstone is just stress, and yes it massively helps valentino in the championship, the rain was a gift from god... but also you've got this niggling sensation of 'wow marc really is harassing valentino around that track, he kinda wasn't in control of that bike', and then marc crashes - and you end that weekend with a sense that jorge actually got a lucky break of his own to limit the points damage. misano is again helpful for valentino's championship, again is heightened stress due to the flag-to-flag conditions, again there's a sliding doors moment or two where you feel valentino should have gotten more of a points buffer out it, it's also the heightened stress of his home race and how the fans Just Will Not Leave Him Alone... plus silverstone and misano are on-track confrontations with marc that valentino has explicitly referred back to as moments where his suspicions were aroused. aragon, never been one of his favourite tracks where he was already in damage limitation mode but then would have expected to get past dani in direct combat... not the easiest of tracks for making overtakes stick and gets repeatedly cut back and frustrated (just ask marc about that kind of aragon experience lol). the fact that motegi/phillip island/sepang is a flyaway triple header, exhausting and away from home and already so very late into the season... everything about motegi was extremely stressful - that moment in the race when it looked like valentino might be proper fucked when dani got past until it became clear he actually could follow dani past jorge on his slightly healthier tyres in that kinda odd race. after the race, reporters commented that this was as physically exhausted as they'd ever seen valentino - who had worked so hard on his fitness for this season but, y'know, age comes for us all... this was taking so much more out of him than it ever had. and then you get to phillip island!! a mere week later! where he never quite looked like he had the pace for the victory, but kept himself in that lead fight through sheer intransigence and could take advantage of the other riders getting in each others' ways - before ultimately coming away with a disappointing result. and then sepang is a mere week after that, but I've heard that one at least was a quiet one

the point here is that it's a cumulative effect. I think aragon does stand out a little bit in that it's arguably the first of only two times that season valentino actually gets bested in wheel-to-wheel combat. but... I mean, his issue that year definitely wasn't the w2w stuff and all in all he would've LOVED to Actually Fight Jorge. it's a lot harder to fuck with a rival when they're always ten seconds up or down the road. I also don't think he really needed a moment of realisation that season about his waning abilities as a rider. he'd had four years worth of realisation that he wasn't the rider he was in his prime any more! stuff like aragon may have served as a brutal reminder, but at the end of the day 2015 was quite explicitly a campaign of relentless maximisation, a title charge built on podium rather than victories (see here). 2015 is such a defensive title campaign that his prevailing mode isn't cockiness... it's creeping desperation. he was also constantly being reminded by literally everyone that jorge was faster than him (including by marc, repeatedly), which he never complained about but like... how could that not piss you off? or maybe not even piss you off as much as it just... makes your resolve even greater, makes the stakes even higher to you. nobody thought you could do this after valencia 2013, everyone thought it was over for you, now they still won't trust in your abilities and you have to prove them wrong... the worst thing about aragon imo was that it comes just... as a reminder, as a way of twisting in the knife a little further. one more frustration in a season that felt full of them

the fun thing about 2015 narratively is that it's like,, custom-built to gradually chip away at valentino's sanity, at a time when he'd mostly ditched all his old tricks. he's reserved in his race-by-race celebrations (watch catalunya 2009/assen 2015 side by side and this might as well be a different person), he's not massively attempting to fuck with jorge in the press, he shows uncharacteristic restraint every time marc gets a wee bit weird towards him... he's just keeping his head down, working to get his tenth. but, well, in an odd way I do think that probably... didn't help? like, the reason why sepang is so fucked is because valentino didn't just have a normal fight with marc after assen. this entire season was a pressure cooker, and valentino just didn't use any of his usual outlets to blow off some steam. which is dramatically fun and juicy in itself - if valentino had just been kinda normal 2009 levels of bitchy towards jorge throughout the course of the season, if he'd had a go at marc after assen, hell, even if he'd insinuated dani was pursuing a pro-jorge agenda during aragon... I'm not saying bickering with your rivals is a healthy way of dealing with stress, but kinda a little bit? if that's how you've been doing your title fights historically, minus 2006 (which does in itself maybe go to show a little bit of feuding did help him), then if you're just going cold turkey... suddenly you get a sepang 2015 coming out of nowhere. because you have all this stuff festering inside valentino and he didn't just have a go at a rival to clear his head a bit

here's my 'pro aragon 2015 as a turning point' case: I was mentally going through his title-winning years and trying to think of him actually losing this type of duel and... well, he doesn't really do a lot of it? nothing in 2001 I don't think, then you have those two barros wins in 2002 (the streets won't forget) but the title is already extremely wrapped up by then, maybe ukawa at welkom, 2003... okay, that one's the outlier - arguably welkom and catalunya, definitely le mans and sachsenring - but crucially the sachsenring defeat pissed him off so bad it sent him into a bit of an existential crisis... which does go to show that repeated w2w defeats can and will get to him. 2004... I mean, maybe le mans at a stretch. 2005 there isn't really anything. (2006 has estoril and 2007 has qatar + catalunya.) 2008 has... well, depends on whether you count estoril has a prolonged duel, same with what you call 2009 phillip island. but especially like,, this second half of the season 'ooh gotta be sensible with the title fight' type duel he only very, very rarely lost. when you consider that plus his direct w2w record against dani... from that pov, I think you can say that aragon 2015 certainly didn't HELP his flagging confidence levels - and neither did having to perceive his teammate throwing himself onto dani in parc fermé right in front of his salad. that season is death by a thousand cuts, but some cuts will always sting particularly badly. aragon was right before the triple header... perhaps you can call it a tipping point for the ruin to come

#'valentino should have started MORE drama in 2015' is such a funny place to end up in but hear me out #aragon's such a fun race mind u... that season has a lot of deeply mid races and then like seven good ones. defo one of them #//#brr brr #batsplat responds #whatwepostintheshadows #my apologies to el pais ffs.... idk why my brain went marca. probably 'spanish paper with strong editorial line on Certain Issues'#I mean I still suspect it's bullshit if it's el pais. it's kinda one of those stories you WANT to be true because it's fun but eh #my apologies to marca too. I think I might have been a bit rude about them in the gossip post which ig was unwarranted #idol tag #alien tag

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jyndor · 1 year ago

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im the anon you told to fuck off here to say thank you.

i had read about terrorist organizations using that slogan and i had a gut reaction. im a jew and i fear for both muslims and jews with everything that is going on right now. because i read what you wrote and i researched again and i see where propaganda got the better of me (even if those words have been used by terrorists). and i see time and time again where propaganda gets the better of most of us on something as fast paced as the internet.

as i read i remembered. the naz*s took a symbol that was once peaceful and turned it into something the world cannot look at the same way ever again-entirely their fault not the fault of the original culture from which the symbol came.

i dont want to see that happen with words that are truly important and stand for something i do believe in which to be clear: is a free and peaceful palestine where no one has to live in fear.

in saying what i did based off of a gut reaction i made a mistake. i did the same thing i hate from others on the internet which is speaking on an issue before doing further research and i am ashamed of that.

but i am also committed to learning and doing better tomorrow. no one can become an expert in any part of this as quickly as plenty have claimed to. im writing this to share my perspective and as a reminder of fallibility for whatever that is worth.

i think its important for ensuring we dont become what we wish to stand against.

thanks again for sharing your research. you told me to fuck off but ill sign off by wishing you well

anon I'm shook no okay so hold! on the fucking off pls do not fuck off I recant the fucking off. its how I handle anons (I'll explain later) until yall prove you're not trolling or bots or whatever.

it's worth a LOT. like really it's worth a lot. Unfuck off, I would love more people in my orbit who don't just critically engage with criticism but also go on to look into it for themselves. instead of just taking my or someone else's word for it. I try to do that myself because I can be such a fucknugget and sometimes need a good smack lol.

I just want to say I'm sorry that you're experiencing the fear you're experiencing. and um I have jewish cousins and family who I am scared for always, I try not to bring them up bc it feels kind of gross in this context but yeah, I don't want to invalidate your fears.

I mean what the n*zis did with that symbol is a whole other thing and I don't feel like I should speak on it other than to say fuck n*zis they ruin everything they touch. I liken this more to the way that black lives matter gets misconstrued because I know more about the history of that phrase than I do about that symbol you're talking about. I also don't like to bring up n*zism in the context of israel/palestine because actually almost every time I have seen that comparison with israel, it is a cheap shot at jewish people. Like in a youtube comments section or something, not thoughtful discourse - because tbh these are very, very different situations and the comparisons could be made of almost any other genocide, but like the commenter knows it's a painful thing for jewish people and so like I said, it's a cheap shot that's easy to take and says more about them than it does about palestinian liberation or israeli apartheid.

I know plenty of anti-zionist jewish people do actually talk about the shoah in the context of why they support palestinian rights but for me it just doesn't feel right.

and yeah i understand falling for shit - I've done it, it's easy as hell to read something and feel like it's right, like yeah I personally don't actually say from the river to the sea all that often, you won't find it as a tag on my blog because I think it's best coming from palestinians?

you're totally right - no one can possibly learn the history quickly. It's taken me 16 years to feel like I am actually relatively well versed in the history and I'm not even well versed, I'm just decently versed lol. and if you add into it the propaganda that we've all been told for years, and then the added generational trauma you have? of course it's hard to fight gut reactions because often they're somewhat based in experiences we've had or others have had.

the reason I told you as an anon to fuck off is because of my history and views towards anonymous asks more than anything else, btw. THAT is a gut reaction but it is also informed by my experiences. I hope this maybe explains why I may sometimes come off a little harsh towards anons (and why I decided to turn them off - until rebelcaptain secret santa forced me to open them back up lol).

so I used to love to keep anonymous on because I know that a lot of people don't feel comfortable reaching out for a number of reasons and I wanted to remain accessible as a user of this shithole site lol. however what happens is sometimes, a lot of times, people will just be saying anything. and then they'll say "I'm an x person and y is true" and often people getting those anons will be really well-meaning and just accept it at face value. because genuinely so many people want to be on the side of marginalized groups and want to be good allies. and so shitty people will just be saying bullshit about whatever, and people who may not understand the details of whatever situation anon is talking about will say, "oh shit I didn't realize that! Thanks for educating me!"

and often it is legit! and it's also important to remember that no group is monolithic, so if an anon comes into my ask box saying that they are from, idk let's say, venezuela. i don't know a whole lot about venezuela. I know there is a lot of propaganda and shit from the us, and I know that there are class dynamics and racial dynamics that I vaguely understand because I have a relatively okay understanding of the entire region but it's not good enough to hold up more than a little bit under any kind of actual pressure like being told something by someone who claims to be venezuelan and says that everyone is actually indigenous (which i do understand to be indigenous erasure), and so it would be more comfortable for me to just say, "okay thanks for the info, my bad!" etc etc etc which... okay but like what if they're not venezuelan? what if they are and they're actually just anti-indigenous? what if they're a right-winger or a bot or idk just wrong lol. some people can be just incorrect without it being disinformation, right? so if I post that without any pushback or skepticism, I'm now spreading misinformation that is used to harm indigenous people.

so for me, because anons necessarily get to hide their identities more than even these already relatively anonymous social media accounts do, my policy has always been to handle them with skepticism and frankly to assume the worst.

not everyone does that and also like I don't have a big following but I don't have a TINY following either so I do feel some responsibility to provide accurate information. and that's just from years of experience and not always doing that lol.

anyway sorry for being long-winded, and thank you for reading what I wrote and more importantly for not just taking what I said at face value but for doing the research yourself. that's what is most important.

#asks #answered #anonymous #palestine #antisemitism

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gayspock · 8 months ago

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i need to stop freaking it um

in myheadi know what people must fucking think of me and the derisive fucking thoughts they most surely have whenever id even briefly mention that. no i do not want to go into fucking therapy ever again. it does not fucking help me and in facct i am fucking telling you it categorically makes it worse. i mean everything makes it fucking worse. im patiently waiting for a fucking suggestion that does not make it fucking worse. but peopledont like it when you point out it genuinely, genuinely is a fucking lost cause. oh woophy doo. and something soemthing. its not fucking bad experiences im not that fucking stupid . i mean well yes, in fucking fairness there Have been those.

(re: the whole waiting for a fucking suggestion. just a small, simple fucking thing that wont make everything. so much worse. i cant help it. everything just fucking exacerbates every little fucking thing. i cant find anything. even stupid shit like fucking breathing exercises just make me fucking lose it . any attempt t o do anyhting just makes it worse worse worse. i feel like a fucking quittter and a n idiot and like theres something so fucking wrong with me. i know youre meant to go through hardship and its not easy but i cant fucking do it any more. i cant fucking keep doing it when i keep trying these thingsfor years and it just keeps slipping back and theres no one fucking there but the vcague judgement from some people who see snippets of you consistently fucking failing . ytoure not doing wenough youre not trying hard enough why cant you just fucking accept that it takes work. i dont know i wishthe effort mattered for once i wish it made a single difference nothing has meant anything and i just feel like im going crazy and its so fucking meaningless and its not even worth it any more. just one fucking day where itpicks up just a little fucking bit one fucking thing that wont solve anything but relieves it slightly but i cant fucking find any of it and i feel like im just being fucking worn down repeatedyly and its still never meaning anyhting ive said it i'll say it again its not fucking worth it and its never going to be worth it its never going to make up for it i dont fucking care or . Whatever)

but whatever the fucking therapy ting how do youfucking explain yes bad bad fucking experiences shitty fucking experiences ones that have never done anything but made irt worse. (oh so why dont you go seek help. easy i have never felt any smaller, or worsde as a fucking person after attempting to seek help proffessional or not. so no fine fuck me i guess i fucking have my reservations) but also just a fucking structural issue. a fucking trhis is just not fucking feasible issue. people just fucking say Go to therapy! :) at you like its some fucking magic fucking spell and tyhats the tsame thing with everything. people dont actually want to know. people dont actually fucking care what happens to you.theres that One Single fucking solution and if it ius not fucking helpful or god forbid even ccessible what do you fucking do. i feel so fucking helpless and fucking want to give up i really fucking need to give up sometime fucking soon i dont care any more . i havent cared what am i talking about. my point is fucking christ itds always the same fucking thing. i dont know how to even fucking describe it. fucking like

like jsut that samer fucking unifying issue of epople slapping some empty fucking platittude in your face without fucking listening to you. no i cannot fucking go to therapy where the fuck am i meant to access anything like that. and if i did what would it help. i can barely fucking communicate i cantbarely fucking talk any more. i cant explain anything i cant stand my fucking ground in a room i feel like im dying all the time. but thats just me not being ready and not trying hard enough and im not committing enough i thni k. but ci cant get there i keep trying i keep fucking trying to get there and im getting nowhere and i jusst fee l like im stupid and i am stupid and people get angry with you for saying that when they dont tereat you like youre aything BUT stupid . and i need helpo i know i need help but im jsut going in circles people telling me im not doing anything for help people telling me that i need help epople telling me im not good enough for help and whats that you feel worse you feel run down you dont have any faith in any of this youre a fucking stupid idiot you want this youre making it worse for yourself what the hell else is there and what good is there and why why why what else do i fucking do at this point i dont have anything else i feel like im going crazy you need to be stable to try and be in peoples lives you needd to be a fully formed person to be loved ands something thast isnt just a black fucking hole i dont know ui cant do anything by myself i keep trying and it doesnt help but i dont think iot mattrers i say its such a fucking lost cause

like i dont fucking know i cannot possibly think of anything thatr would push me closer to fucking pitching myself off the tyne bridge than being forced into cbt what am i meant to say other than this fucking feels like a living fucking nightmare and im fucking telling you activelty how fucking much this fucking approach fucks with my head hohhhhhh. thank god that 90% of the time the nhs does not only offer this and only this most of the time because its cheap and easy to push out, and if you dont feel comfortable doing it youre most likely axed or maybe a another few years of waiting and more hoop jumping, a several year long waiting list. and then what its still never going to fuckin wwork out you cant fucking talk still you cant fucking mnage anything its so ufcking uncontrollable and the truth is theres nothing anyone could fucking say to you. theres no talking your way out of it oyou cantalk for hours and fucking hours to yourself and it never makes a difference theres never been a fucking moment of fucking this will be afine you can talk to people it makes it worse what do they say theres nthing to do i am not fucking dpressed and i am going crazy because people call me crazy lets get on a waiting list to be told that its probably one longer than it is to get with a fucking Dentist in this fucking country ( to eventry anything else when youve already waited several to get where you are and you dont think you have that much longer left you think youre dead yesterday . oh sorry whats that. whats that come again? oh you dont fucking. oh thats it right but what sorry you jsut havbe to keep doing it and doing it and doing it and if you give up thats your fault i dont FUCKING CARE MAN PEOPLE MAKING FUN OF YOU, youre a self pitying asshole for not doing it for not trying hard enough for not having people who love you why dont you go out and fucking talk to people )ikeep trying i keep trying ) its like nobody believes that yes it is jsut this fucking hopeless it is this fucking pointless i do keep trying but its just so so fucking stupid endless fucking circles

the dentist bit is funny i think thats funny i wonder i feel like that se exact same people would say that you know i lost two teeth in the end because of how fucking stupid the fucking healthcare system is in this country sorry i should have fucking sat there and just Did it Faster and how you jsut cant fucking get onto anythin g but no no come on fucking sit there and fucking tell me thet thers a way out i should have just waited longer and tried reall y hard! guess what hint hint thw waiting the never having anything to f it is what made it worse is what made it unsalavegabel there is no magic make this better fucking button when its so fucking far gone when everything just rejects it when there is no fucking other way but to rip it out and fucking chuck that cunt away but i dont know i dont know i think i never had a chance sometimes i think there was never going to be a way out i think im just so upset i think i keep criyng like this knowing how fucking wrong i was for not ending i i think i feel like an idiot i think about all the fucking years of ttuying to what ther conclusion is never changing it wont fucking chance i think im crazzzzzyyyy maybe

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rarepairnation · 10 months ago

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hiiii denethor anon here!! wow you’re really IN IT now (denethorposting). not to add more fuel to your anger but last week i saw someone say they hated denethor. and i just realised god they don’t get him even on tumblr do they. since then i’ve been silently fuming in rage. anyway… i am very Very Intrigued by both your faramir-goes-to-rivendell-au and denethor-thorongil relationship (if you ever want to write another 800 words about this, i am here for it 👀) and this line “each of them sharpens himself upon the whetstone of the other…” fuck. fucking insane actually.

unfortunately i won’t be replying for several days (i’ve had to keep my phone in another room to keep myself from getting distracted) . my exams have started AND i’m going through some shit irl :( it’s alright tho i’ll have more Faramir and Denethor Hours soon <- chanting this constantly haha. but i am with you when denethorposting IN SPIRIT okay. oh and can we please please please have denethor december? 🙏 bye will be here soon after my exams (that will be after the 23rd march i’m afraid)

hiii denethor anon <333 i am SO sorry this is so late truly attempting to figure out how to write AND see my friends AND do things like clean my apartment and go to the grocery store while working The Job...it has eaten my life. and this week my regular coffee shop switched their hours bc i live in my old college town and they are on spring break and it has sent me directly to hell. the death of My Routine…i have coped by INCESSANTLY denethorposting on tumblr dot com. i am somehow EVEN MORE in it than i was when you sent this ask. i hope you enjoy me being truly crazyinsane whenever you get a chance to look at all those posts lol. would love 2 hear your thoughts on them. but ANYWAY as always it is so lovely to see you, i'm sorry things have been tough but truly with my whole heart i bestow upon you the strength of denethor's sixty-year psychic war (with none of the associated madness) to make it through. looking at the date i hope you are free now.

here is the mandated readmore because i have never met brevity in my whole life. u said write another 800 words and i took that as a challenge um this post is like 2000 words. well...back on my bullshit

i mean this with all the love and joy in my heart but i laughed so much. no my dear friend they do not get him on tumblr. they have not gotten him on tumblr from the beginning. if you have been spared the incessant tomato jokes i truly…[crying] I Wish I Were You So Bad. this guy doesnt even know about the tumblr denethor slander (POSITIVE) (YEARNING). its the trenches out here for real. i just live in my little bubble with me and you and like four other mutuals/Denethor Understanders and that is it.

speaking of denethor and the rivendell au. i miss the days when i was working on the faramir-in-gondor scenes. emotionally it felt like dying but i kind of knew what was going on. now i am in rivendell taking and failing this history of middle earth exam. and i am so very….the next time we see denethor for real is in return of the king. now girl…how will i survive another 80k words. i miss my boy my dear darling my tortured victim of the narrative. and according to the paragraph i just wrote faramir does too but is Refusing to admit it to himself<3

im also RIDICULOUSLY torn on how i want to resolve his arc. now just between you and me. and anyone who bothers to click that read more. I DONT WANT TO KILL HIM I WANT HIM TO LIVE. GOD I WANT HIM TO LIVE. I WILL WRITE YOU A THOUSAND HAPPY ENDINGS. except its not a happy ending its a you are not allowed to die you are forced to contend with your choices you must keep living ending. because he will always be tragic no matter what. but its ALSO a you can rest now you can be at peace son of gondor you have won your war. all you sacrificed has been worth it. you have given your all when that's what duty asked you for and it has been enough. and that makes my poor heart weep.

like on one hand the idea of resolving his storyline with faramir.......the opportunity for some kind of reconciliation, some kind of understanding between them...god. delicious. i know in my heart that faramir comes home and IS the lord that denethor once dreamed of being. not playing at it...he is high and lordly and gentle and the world bends around his will and he knows exactly what to bow to and when to stand his ground and his powers are honed to a keen edge that he uses with the utmost care and. AUGH. he walks into the citadel the IMAGE of his father. it makes me feel FERAL. and how would denethor react to that. man.

BUT ON THE OTHER HAND HOW DO I END THE STORY. like. LOL. do u know what i mean. likelihood of me being able to just have a triumphant coronation and tie it all up with a bow is soooo small. the narrative contortions i would have to go through. to have denethor accept that and still be in character. Girl....no thank u <3 so we havent worked THAT out yet. like how much of the madness and despair do i want to put into the narrative. We Shall See. IM not politically savvy enough to get real into the weeds with it all so im kind of rotating just. a beautiful set of reunions with the fellowship. eowyn and faramir get engaged. boromir and faramir see all their dreams of a gondor restored come true. we skate over the political minefield and deeply navigate the beginnings of denethor and faramir's relationship in this new world. and among it all, within it all, is hope, and a new dawn. and curtain.

i got distracted but re: we are in rivendell. it IS kind of fun to think about the themes and narratives. i am pushing my Let Faramir (And Denethor) Be Numenorean + Let Numenoreans Be Weird agendas so so sooo hard and i am having the time of my life with that specifically. birds follow him around and pick up the tunes he sings. he hears the voices of the people he loves in his head. he falls into a river and after having a breakdown about it promptly decides that The River Is Testing Him And He Has Passed. he gets to rivendell and INSTANTLY knows that there is someone Very Like Him Here (its elrond. the elrond-elros-faramir connection has me FROTHING at the mouth. faramir looks at elrond and sees his father and sees every statue of elros in minas tirith and Knows that this here is the son of earendil, gil-estel, his brightest north star. elrond looks at faramir and sees his brother, his dear dead doomed brother, and every numenorean descended from him and all their sins and all their glories and yet, kind as summer, sees beauty and knowledge and a strange quiet man who carries all the weight of his country on his shoulders and yet knows him, knows the legends; perhaps the blood of numenor is not yet spent in the south)

i just think that Every Elf that meets faramir along the way is like woah...hold up. there's something up with THIS guy! men ARENT supposed to do that! not anymore anyway! galadriel is Lowkey Threatened by him. and isnt that beautiful. woman who could be queen of the earth sees god's special chosen boy and goes hang on a minute. Fuck. i think they work out their shit by the time the company leaves lothlorien but like...just thinking about how faramir lowkey blamed her for boromir's death in rotk! idk how their dynamic is exaclty gonna manifest but there's definitely some sort of similar mindreader2mindreader tension!

AND. um the idea of faramir travelling with the fellowship discovering that maybe...well. he has never wanted to be a warrior but he has been honed into a blade anyway. by his father and by necessity. and perhaps for the first time in his life...outside of gondor he does not need to be all that. he can be mithrandir's pupil without censure he can be scholarly and witty and cunning - he is all these things, in gondor. but there he has to be them, and now he can discover that yes, this is what he wants to be. and he has never let his father and the expectations of his position STOP him but there is always a weight, there is always the knowledge that your actions are disapproved of, and being away from that for a while is i just think. really good for him. see above re: he comes home the image of his father in a gentler time. keep honking im sitting in my car crying about denethor ii twenty sixth steward of gondor.jpg (<- my greatest creation PLEASE click the link lol)

ALSO IM THRILLED YOU LIKED THAT WHETSTONE LINE LOL i kind of blacked out when i typed it on the page. i think truly the crazy thing about denethor and faramir is that they SHOULD understand each other. they know so much about each other and yet are so incompetent at actually putting it to any good use towards, you know, improving their relationship. faramir is incredibly emotionally intelligent AND can read minds AND has taken so many of what he probably views as denethor's worst traits and turned them to gentler uses. (im talking about his powers but im ALSO talking about that thing he does when he encounters frodo and sam where he plays woe is me my brother is dead and i miss him sooo much to get on their good sides. yes of course he misses boromir more than anything else in the world. no he is not above using it to his advantage. and we see the SAME THING when gandalf and pippin come to minas tirith. hey isn't it crazy that both of them use boromir as a. manipulation chip. even after he's dead. hey thats kind of fucked up actually!) and denethor is…well denethor is denethor. ok im mostly messing around and thought that sentence was funny. i think he Knows most everything that goes on in faramir's head and yet Wilfully Chooses to interpret it in the worst ways because its just soo....very I Thought I Raised You Better Than That/I Honed You To Be My Blade Stop Defying Me. and despite all that the Problem is that they understand each other right up until they don't. they know how THEY feel about each other (incredible love that they can only express in the worst ways/think they're expressing only to be spurned by the other) but cannot POSSIBLY imagine that the other feels the same way.

ive gone on for SO SO LONG ALREADY LOL but. what do i have to say about denethor and thorongil. not enough and too much all at once. they're so toxic and awful for each other they're MADE for each other they're beautiful narrative parallels they're homoerotic besties they're bitter rivals they're pawns in a proxy war they're locked at all times in a psychic psychosexual situationship. um the enemy of my enemy is kissing me with tongue. idk i have more symbolism and actual analysis especially of the denethor-ecthelion-thorongil Issue. but we are just getting into it. so i will start with the situations bc i have two angles for this. on one hand i do think it is very fun if they constantly homoerotically circle each other for years and years and never do a THING about it. like...this is a stitching up wounds wiping blood off each others faces battle couple/situationship situation that THEN turns into a ridiculously high functioning political rival partnership bent together over books long into the night catching each others eye in council meetings using their very real disdain for each other for Manipulation Purposes and getting uh. SO hot over it. like.....Do You Know What I Mean. just. truly unresolved sexual tension THROUGH THE ROOF. it DELIGHTS me. they are always putting themselves in situations. and then NOT making out about it. AND THEY CAN READ EACH OTHERS MINDS!! THE WHOLE TIME!! SO THEY KNOW EXACTLY HOW MUCH THEY WANT EACH OTHER AND STILL ARENT DOING ANYTHING ABOUT IT!!! like thats just really good. but on the other hand.......the idea of just an absolutely terrible beautiful toxic rivals with benefits codependent situationship. i hate you so much and you know what we DO need to make out about it. every time they fuck it is a power play and they are having SO much fun with it. they will both start arguments with each other (AND IN PUBLIC TOO) just so they can fight and make up. the mind reading...Oh You Know What I Mean. taylor swift voice we had this big white city all to ourselves we blocked the noise with the sound of i need you and for the first time i had something to lose! logically thorongil is not yet in his grubby ranger era but the idea of him being dirt smeared all the time and hanging out with prim proper polished denethor. in the fic (which does exist and DOES follow the second model) theres a scene where hes just chilling with his head in denethor's lap and denethor is actually rather delighted and devoting ALL of his copious braincells to pretending not to be. Man. well never say im not a slut for contrast. and now the rest of what i could say is simply straight up redacted for indecency so it is time for this post to be over. the last thing i have to say is that it absolutely ruins denethor's life forever when thorongil up and leaves. sometimes a situationship....anyway. MUCH LOVE TO YOU AS ALWAYS yes we will have denethor december i already have an url saved.

#from the inbox #Anonymous #denethor anon #WAIT I PROMISE ILL TALK MORE ABOUT DENETHOR AND THORONGIL NEXT TIME BUT THE POST WAS ALREADY TWO THOUSAND WORDS #I HAD TO CUT MYSELF SHORT A BIT. I HAVE A LOT MORE TO SAY LOL #i hope this ridiculously long post made up for the THREE WEEKS it took me to reply<3 #denethorposting #<- funnily this IS the url i have saved. for denethor december. life is beautiful

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bmpmp3 · 2 years ago

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I READ a lot of different manga recently and i WANNA talk about em :)

SO LIKE i ADORE stories about the entertainment industry like music actors celebrity whatever i LOVE IT so oshi no ko had been on my to-read list for like a bajillion years now BUT queen bee doing the ending song for the anime (MEPHISTO!!!! LISTEN TO IT!!!!!!!!!! ITS SO GOOOOOOD!!!! LISTEN TO EVERY QUEEN BEE ALBUM RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!! the opening is good too) finally pushed me to read it (not watch it sorry... normally the anison industry has this symbiotic relationship between the songs and the shows where the show makes people get interested in the musicians and vice versa but as a person who cannot watch a single episode of a show ever (jk.....probably) I only ever check out the manga and osts HJKFJFDHKDSLS its kinda cool that the first episode is like a movie length adaptation of the first volume of the manga though from what i can tell) AND its very good!!

i did NAHT expect the reincarnation stuff (all i knew was it was a manga about an idol who has kids in secret) but theres some glimmers of interesting concepts touched on with that (kinda like half way between the modern isekai “i just am the person i was before i died just in a different body” and the 90s shoujo manga style “im mostly the new born person but there is the remnants of someone else in here”, it hasnt touched on it That Much but what they brought up is interesting, like that kid has simultaneously been alive for over 50 years and also is incredibly 15 years old hjkfdsjhfds) but it’s a showbiz mystery thriller with so much tonal whiplash OF COURSE i’d like it those are like. my favourite genres hjkfddsjklfd

so far ive been digging it. OR... well i’ve caught up and the last third has been. a little odd? i know i just said i love my tonal whiplash but it feels a little like its going really fast but also like. dropping some plot threads and character arcs that i was kind of hoping they would go back into? it’s still ongoing though, it could easily bring stuff back and turn around. im assuming this is a symptom of the weekly release schedule? 99% of the manga i read is monthly or occasionally volume at a time so im not as familiar with the structure. is the author like. okay. i know they take breaks but man. i could feel it with the arcs about the manga authors. salutes

that does remind me though. this isnt a manga ive read Recently (i first read it like a year or two ago) but recently i finally was able to collect all volumes of penguin revolution (VERY DIFFICULT FEAT for some reason all the volumes were cheap as hell except people kept listing volume 6 for like hundreds of dollars and i was like. its not worth that. i was finally able to find one for like under 15 bucks after like a year but MAN) and its interesting that like oshi no ko felt like. the slightly bloodier penguin revolution. penguin revolution with more blood and less acting magic hallucination little girls (actually what was that one little girl who showed up for a chapter....maybe they both have equal amounts LOL) JK JK they’re probably not very similar ones an award winning 2020s era seinen and the others a weekly shoujo from the mid to late 10s that was cut off short and while well rated, largely forgotten (not to me...to me its Everything) so they got different things going on its just little blonde boys and their mother situations put me in the mind of penguin revolution...i should reread it again...

ALSO before i started that i read sweat and soap and um. first of all. that man is a little freak <3 second of all ITS REALLY GOOD its a really nice and sweet story about a couple navigating their relationship, the first chapters are a little clunky (i think the author mentioned it was a one shot that unexpectedly got picked up for a full series so thats why the first chapter is a little fast lol) THIRD OF ALL the depiction of bullying and how it can affect one later in life even as an adult was Very well done like especially how the bullies themselves may have completely moved on, thinking nothing of it even while it still consumes you, real ass shit for a manga about a little freak who sniffs <3 also just a very funny and fun manga with pretty great characters. if i ever get physical copies some of those book covers are gonna be. hard to explain

speaking of real ass shit before that i also borrowed sand chronicles from my library (<3 my local library it has so much manga for some reason!!!!) and that was ALSO 99% really really good as like a decade long coming of age character study about this girl and her trauma and how she attempts to navigate it, very realistic in a lot of ways, i mean it was heightened in classic 2000s shoujo ways but so many of the characters had me going like damn. i feel like i know these people jfkdshfds its good!!! EXCEPT. why’d they make that one guy marry his cousin. 99% good and 1% girl why. oh well, im still glad i read it, sometimes i find that something that does most things fantastically and one thing really bad has a lot of value as someone who loves media analysis LOL

OH and i havent finished this one yet, but seeing that little red bespectacled blonde twink and his 2018-ass undercut reminded me that i’d been meaning to read trigun, i watched the original anime when i was like 10 but all i remember is like. the opening theme guitars. something about plants. love and peace SO this is basically a new experience hjkFjdskdjfkds its good so far! I’ve only read like 3 chapters but i like it! i wish i could watch the new show too (i love that style of 3d animation) but as i said before. watching a show is. a monumental task. maybe someday

ANYWAY this has been BEEBEEPBEEBEEEBEEBEEP (news jingle) things i have read in the past couple months thank u and good night

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hestia-and-the-court · 1 year ago

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"I mean, what do you want?"

The beast paused, the grip of its claws around me slackening just a bit. Not enough to even think about escaping, but enough to say that I had - somehow - caught it off-guard. "What?"

"I mean, if you're asking what I'll offer for my life, there has to be something you want, right?" I reasoned. "Otherwise you'd just eat me and be done with it. And this is my life we're talking about here: if what you want is something I can actually accomplish, it doesn't really matter what it is you want, does it? Not like I can just not pay the price. Even if it's dangerous, whatever it is, I only might die if I go get it or do it or whatever. I'll definitely die if I don't satisfy you right here and now that I'm more useful alive than as a meal."

I did my best to shrug without its claws cutting my skin. "So, the way I see it, you have me over a barrel here and it's silly to play a guessing game about what it is you want. Just tell me what you want, and I'll let you know in return whether or not I think giving it to you is worth my life. Odds are, the answer will be 'yes'. Either that or your plan was to eat me the whole time and this is just you playing with your food, in which case nothing I said would have been the right thing anyway."

The silence stretched on for several seconds. And then the beast started to laugh, its deep and raspy voice echoing through the cave. "Do you know, human, you're the first one of my victims to be able to think clearly enough to say something like this?"

"if we're being honest, I think I dissociated enough that the pants-wetting terror isn't really reaching me at the moment."

The beast chuckled again at that, seeming genuinely amused. "Even still. It was surprisingly well-reasoned under the circumstances." Its large yellow slitted eye stared me down directly, looking for who-knows-what in my face. "Before I tell you what it is I want, why don't you tell me why you came here? Why would you come to a place where it's known that I lurk?"

I squirmed, embarrassment somehow breaking through the dissociation and fear. "Aaaactually, I... didn't know these were your caves. I thought these were the Wishing Caves."

Another brief silence, and then even more bellowing laughter. "Those are on the other side of the mountain range from here! How in the world did you manage to get that lost?"

Another careful shrug from me. "I've always had a truly horrendous sense of direction."

"Evidently," the creature rumbled. "And what business did you have with the Wishing Caves?"

"Assuming they thought me worthy, I was gonna wish for a better sense of direction."

"Ah, naturally..." Its voice had transitioned from amused to thoughtful. "In that case, perhaps I have a use for you after all."

"Really?" I tried not to sound too relieved, but... well, under the circumstances, can you blame me? "What do you need from me?"

"Not far from here, there is a maze of cave systems. Directly at the center of the maze is an orb. If you can retrieve that orb and bring it back to me, I would consider that well worth your life."

I blinked, because I immediately saw two big problems with that. "Um. Two questions. First, you do realize that my horrible sense of direction makes me awful at mazes, right? And second, if that orb is so important, why didn't you ever send any of your other victims looking for it?"

"The answer to those two questions, as it happens, is the same," it replied. "The orb contains my lost humanity, pulled out of me and condensed by a witch who wanted me to suffer. She raised the maze and enchanted it so that anyone who set foot in the maze would lose all sense of direction and never be able to reach the center of the maze on purpose." It let out another rumbling chuckle. "But you, little human, already lack a sense of direction and seem to have a knack for accidentally making it into places you have no business being in. Out of everyone who's ever found themselves in my clutches, you are the first who I think actually stands a chance at being able to navigate that maze and bring back the prize."

Ah.

"What if it turns out the maze doesn't work that way and I just get lost in it the way everyone else did?"

"You said it yourself," the beast reminded me. "The maze only might kill you. I definitely will. If you fail and die in that maze, I lose nothing except a meal. And given how spectacularly lost you have managed to get already, I half-expect that if I tried to eat you, you'd somehow find yourself in someone else's digestive tract. You have managed to be genuinely more useful as an attempt to break my curse than as a meal, given that."

"...well, I can't argue with that," I conceded. "Okay, bring me to this maze of yours and I'll see what I can do to get that orb back to you."

"We have a deal, then."

The beast hissed, its claws enveloping you, “Many humans have tried to bargain with me. Some offered gold for their life, others companionship…. even love. What useless thing will you try to offer me for yours?”

#fiction #our writing #gwenposting

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finsterhund · 1 month ago

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A break from bedrotting

So um, somehow I've been up and more active. Idk how or why. I saw some neocaradina shrimp and it motivated me.

So for those who don't know, reorganizing and doing a remodeling of my plant area of my bedroom is long overdue. But *gestures at everything* some of my weaker seedlings actually died off because of this :(

a hypothetical idea was getting a small planted tank where I could keep the majority of my terrestrial plants in the land area of a palundarium and make it a self sustaining system which would mean I could leave them for longer and take longer trips to visit friends. As well as finally get back at least a little bit into aquascaping. (Growing up I kept multiple amphibians)

I guess actually seeing shrimp and aquatic plants at the store helped me realize that life is good and this is worth the effort to rearrange everything to make the space

Unfortunately, my roommate wants that if it's got animals in it that he will be able to see it. Which ruins my entire plan of where I was going to setup. In particular using the same lights and timer I use for my plants. But other than that, no issues so far.

I also finally beat my grief and depression enough to finally setup the rock tumbler Fishy gave me. So I've gotten past a rather large mental health hurdle. For the longest time I didn't feel like I deserved it and left it in its box. While I struggled with my depression. My current design for the tank space is having my rock tumbler in the base of the stand along with the sump. Keep potential leaking from both all in one easily isolated area.

Ideally I want to be able to make my own aquarium stand. If I get all the pieces precut and prep them on the living room floor I can theoretically put it together in the space.

However then there's the issue of roommate wanting visible access to it. So I may use my bedside table instead and use that space for something else. My bedside table currently holds some trinkets and the ice pack laptop. Which I have been using less and less. It might finally be retired in favor of finally switching to doing everything on my gaming PC. The original plan was to put my second monitor on the bedside table but *shrugs*

Neocaradina shrimp technically need less space than the secondhand tank I have so maybe I compromise and set up a smaller tank just with some of the resulting shrimp population and some small plants and hook a filter that connects it to the larger tank to split the bio load. So that he can technically look at some of my shrimp on my bedside table and I will still have the larger tank as a self sustaining palundarium where I originally wanted it. If I keep water parameters right this would be safe for the shrimp and give an added benefit of being a potential quarantine tank that I could cut off from the sump if needed. Plus having the shrimp so close to my bed would benefit my mental health for sure. Thinking about it now I could also do things I like but wouldn't do with the palundarium like using my beloved (fight me) neon rainbow gravel in this smaller tank.

I am not getting fish and probably will not get fish ever because unfortunately negative associations with my birth father who briefly had oscars that he abused. But that just means less of a bio load. I know some people hear "you're getting an aquarium with NO fish?" And act like that's unbelievable but it is. Tbh I'm way more interested in the plants and the aquascaping. I was only really going to get shrimp for the same reason I want daphnia and springtails and maybe snails. To breakdown decaying plant material. But he I actually got to see real life neocaradina shrimps and they are extremely cool to look at and have been really helping me get over my fear of crustaceans.

I'd like to state right out the gate that I am still undecided on if I will be going fully through with this. So don't be disappointed if I end up just going "I'm keeping plants in a glass box with no animals" before this all happens but I just wanted to discuss this.

#text post #update

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pesterloglog · 1 year ago

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Karkat Vantas, Terezi Pyrope, Dave Strider, Aradia Megido, Rose Lalonde, Kanaya Maryam, Sollux Captor

Act 6, page 4352-4365

KARKAT: I WAS JOKING, GET THOSE FUCKING THINGS AWAY FROM ME

TEREZI: 1 4M SO SORRY YOU GUYS

TEREZI: W3 4R3 4CTU4LLY 4 LOT COOL3R TH4N TH1S!

DAVE: are you actually

TEREZI: ...

TEREZI: NO

TEREZI: NO W3 AR3 NOT

KARKAT: WHAT IS HAPPENING NOW

KARKAT: SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON.

KARKAT: WHO'S THE LEADER NOW?

KARKAT: ARADIA ARE YOU THE LEADER NOW

KARKAT: OR IS IT ROSE "I HAVE AN IDEA, LET'S TAKE THE INVINCIBLE DEMON HEAD ON!" LALONDE.

KARKAT: I NEED TO KNOW WHO THE LEADER IS

KARKAT: I NEED TO KNOW IN WHOSE DIRECTION I MUST BEHAVE AS THE MOST PATHETICALLY USELESS SUBORDINATE I CAN BE.

KARKAT: QUICK, SOMEONE BOSS ME AROUND! I'M FUCKING INCOMPETENT AND RARING TO GO.

KARKAT: THAT'S WHAT YOU DO WHEN THERE'S A LEADER AROUND TRYING TO MAKE PLANS, RIGHT?

KARKAT: YOU DROP YOUR IQ HARDER THAN A PAIR OF HILARIOUSLY PLUMMETING PANTS, YOU CEASELESSLY RAMBLE ABOUT VAPID BULLSHIT, YOU RUN AROUND HIDING ALL OF YOUR WORLDLY POSSESSIONS IN TREASURE CHESTS, AND THEN EVERYONE STARTS MURDERING EACH OTHER.

KARKAT: IF THERE'S ANY OTHER EXPERIENCE CHARACTERIZING LEADERSHIP, IT'S ONE I SURE AS FUCK NEVER HAD!

KARKAT: SO I NEED TO KNOW WHO THE LEADER IS.

KARKAT: STRIDER, IS IT YOU???

TEREZI: 4444444UGH

ARADIA: karkat i dont know if anyone cares about formal ranks like that anymore

ARADIA: or if anyone ever did!

ARADIA: but for what its worth i suggest that from now on you all listen closely to the advice of our human guests

DAVE: wait

DAVE: really

ARADIA: yes!

ARADIA: no need to be so modest dave

ARADIA: tactically speaking a knight of time and a seer of light is a nearly unbeatable combination

DAVE: ok

DAVE: i dont really have any orders to give though

DAVE: except for karkat to shut the hell up because that horseshit is more obnoxious in person than i ever imagined

KARKAT: OH WOW, I WOULD OFFER A RETORT TO YOUR VICIOUS BARB, EXCEPT FOR THE FACT THAT UNLIKE EVERY ASSHOLE EVER, I CAN ACTUALLY FOLLOW ORDERS AND SHUT MY MOUTH!

KARKAT: CHECK IT OUT, "DOGG"

KARKAT: ......................................

ARADIA: yes you are off to an excellent start as a subordinate

ARADIA: keep doing that!

ARADIA: but dave dont worry if you do not have instructions for us

ARADIA: the knight of time is not necessarily the tactician

ARADIA: he is a powerful warrior class which exploits the flow of time as a weapon

ARADIA: rose is the one who must play the role of the strategist

ARADIA: the seer class knows her aspect comprehensively

ARADIA: as a knower of all fortune she can see the circuitous path that will lead to the most favorable outcome for everyone

ARADIA: personally i would defer to her judgment!

TEREZI: R34LLY? YOU C4N DO TH4T??

ROSE: Yes.

TEREZI: TH4T SOUNDS 4 LOT MOR3 US3FUL TH4N MY S33R POW3RS >:[

ROSE: Illumination of the road to victory for all is an asset considerably different from command over the outcomes of decisions made by individuals.

ROSE: How do you know your talents won't be critical in blazing this auspicious trail?

TEREZI: UM

TEREZI: 1 GU3SS 1 DONT

ROSE: That's because you're not me.

KANAYA: Okay Then What Do We Do

ROSE: Nothing yet.

ROSE: But reasonably soon, within a certain window, it will be time to leave.

ROSE: We will then pilot this meteor as fast as we can make it go in that exact direction.

SOLLUX: what's that way?

ROSE: Nothing whatsoever.

ROSE: As of now, that way lies darkness and uncertainty beyond description.

KANAYA: I See

KANAYA: Then Perhaps We Should Reserve The Infinite Darkness Plan For The Maybe Column For Now

KANAYA: I Think Im Even Willing To Let Dave Take A Crack At The Logistics Before We Commit To That Particular Maneuver Daring Though It Sounds

DAVE: aw yeah

DAVE: i got sicknasty logistics up my sleeve

DAVE: i just call them stics fyi which is how you know im way savvy about them

DAVE: most of the stics im fine tuning atm involve rap though i should warn you

DAVE: but dave what if that dope as hell plan falls through i can hear you ask

DAVE: plan b

DAVE: involves drawing some shitty cartoons

DAVE: and not giving a fuck about stuff

TEREZI: >8D

TEREZI: 1 H3R3BY S3COND TH1S COOL DUD3S R4D1C4L MOT1ON ON GROUNDS OF R1D1CULOUSLY D3C4D3NT 4TT1R3

KANAYA: Yes Im Willing To Humor Elaboration On This Rap Centric Plan And Its Apathy Based Contingencies

KANAYA: Even If Its Excessively Stupid

ROSE: Trust me, it is.

ROSE: Just as you should trust me that by the time we leave, if we leave exactly within the designated window and are able to travel at nearly the speed of light, the meteor will trace a route through the Furthest Ring which will topologically resolve as a straight line.

ROSE: It will lead us directly to the new session.

ROSE: For a brief moment, the sun will be visible from that session.

ROSE: And we will be riding the chartreuse coattails of its photons.

ARADIA: this is why you all needed an advanced seer!

ARADIA: i have become familiar with the ways of the fabric out here but even i couldnt chart a journey that long or complex

ROSE: That's because it's almost impossible to do so voluntarily.

ROSE: If we were to head right now in the session's true physical direction, it wouldn't be long before we found ourselves traveling in just the opposite direction.

ROSE: This is not even to speak of the chronological peculiarities. After traveling some distance, we could discover we were suddenly tailgating our own meteor from several days ago.

ROSE: If we are particularly unfortunate, we might even collide in an intersection of spacetime with a meteor piloted by our future selves.

ROSE: And if we looked closely at that meteor before impact, we might notice a very large dent in it, which it originally suffered during the very collision we were about to experience.

ROSE: It takes precision and timing to reach your destination out here, and most importantly, the grace of the gods themselves.

KARKAT: PPPFFUUUUUUUHHHHHHH......... WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE...

ROSE: Hm?

SOLLUX: kk, what the fuck?

SOLLUX: were you h0lding your breath that wh0le time?

KARKAT: YEAH

KARKAT: SO?

TEREZI: OH GOD, YOU DUMMY

TEREZI: YOU DONT 4CTU4LLY H4V3 TO HOLD YOUR BR34TH WH3N YOUR3 B31NG QU13T!

KARKAT: OK YEAH

KARKAT: I MEAN, OF COURSE IT SOUNDS OBVIOUS WHEN YOU PUT IT LIKE THAT

DAVE: hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

DAVE: rose i told you this dude is fucking incredible

KARKAT: STFU.

KARKAT: LOOK I'M JUST A LITTLE OUT OF PRACTICE AT STAYING QUIET FOR EXTENDED PERIODS OF TIME, OK?

TEREZI: H3 R34LLY 1S >:|

KARKAT: ANYWAY, WHATEVER, SO WHAT YOU'RE SAYING LALONDE IS

KARKAT: WE'RE GOING TO BE ON THIS HORRIBLE ROCK A GOOD WHILE LONGER TO GET TO THIS PARADISE SESSION OR WHATEVER IT IS?

ROSE: Yes.

KARKAT: AND SINCE WE PROBABLY AREN'T GOING TO FORCE SOLLUX'S BULLSHIT "HALF GHOST" OR WHATEVER TO POP HIMSELF AGAIN LIKE A PACKET OF NASTY FETID MUSTARD SO HE CAN SHOOT THIS THING INTO HYPERSPACE...

SOLLUX: hey man, come 0n. not c0ol.

KARKAT: I'M GUESSING THAT MEANS IT'LL TAKE CONSIDERABLY LONGER TO GET THERE THAN IT DID TO GET HERE?

ROSE: Yes.

KARKAT: I JUST KNEW IT

KARKAT: THIS IS MY WORST NIGHTMARE REALIZED

KARKAT: WHEN WE FIRST FLED TO THIS METEOR I HAD THIS WEIRD FEELING WE'D WIND UP SPENDING FOREVER AT THIS MISERABLE PLACE, ASSUMING WE ACTUALLY SURVIVED.

KARKAT: I'M ALMOST AFRAID TO ASK, HOW LONG IS THIS TRIP GOING TO TAKE?

KARKAT: PROBABLY SOME ABSOLUTELY PREPOSTEROUS AMOUNT OF TIME, LIKE THREE LONG MADDENING SWEEPS, RIGHT???

KARKAT: WOULDN'T THAT JUST BE SO COSMICALLY CONVENIENT AND PERFECT FOR EVERYBODY! ESPECIALLY FOR THE MOST IMPORTANT PURPOSE OF ALL, MY UNINTERRUPTED CONTINUUM OF PERSONAL AGONY!!!

KARKAT: THANK YOU, DARK GODS! THANK YOU SO FUCKING MUCH!!! YOU WIN THIS ROUND! YOU WIN ALL THE ROUNDS APPARENTLY!!!!! THERE ARE NO ROUNDS EVEN. THERE'S JUST YOUR SLIMY TENDRILS, OUR NAKED BODIES, AND EPOCHS OF MOLESTATION.

ROSE: Don't be ridiculous. It won't take nearly that long.

KARKAT: OH

ROSE: It'll only take about three years.

KARKAT: OK

KARKAT: THAT'S NOT SO BAD I GUESS.

KARKAT: WAIT, HOW LONG ARE YEARS SUPPOSED TO BE AGAIN?

KARKAT: WAS IT LIKE TWO WEEKS OR SOMETHING?

ROSE: Yes, two.

ROSE: And then fifty more.

KARKAT: FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.

ARADIA: karkat go back to holding your breath!

ARADIA: this is going to be a wonderful adventure for everyone

ARADIA: im a bit jealous honestly!

ARADIA: or i would be if i wasnt having such a good time with my death fangirl thing :p

KANAYA: So

KANAYA: You Arent Coming Then

ARADIA: no

ARADIA: i still have important work to do here

TEREZI: 4WW >:[

ARADIA: but that doesnt rule out the possibility we could meet again in bubbles along your journey!

TEREZI: 1 HOP3 SO

SOLLUX: yeah, i think i'll hang behind here t0o, if that's 0k with you guys.

KARKAT: WAIT, WHAT?

KARKAT: NO COME ON, DON'T BE LIKE THAT

SOLLUX: be like what? a ghost??

SOLLUX: i d0n't think i belong with the living anym0re.

KARKAT: YOU'RE A *HALF* GHOST, ASSHOLE.

KARKAT: WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN? HOW ARE YOU EVEN TAKING THIS IDIOTIC "HALF DEATH" SERIOUSLY IF YOU JUST GO HOG WILD AS A FUCKING WHOLE-GHOST, AND SAY STUPID SHIT LIKE, BLAH BLAH, I BELONG IN THE AFTERLIFE NOW LIKE A DUMBASS.

SOLLUX: kk, SORRY.

SOLLUX: i'm just d0ne with this crap, this insane adventure bullshit, it's nothing pers0nal.

SOLLUX: i just want to spend time with aa and chill 0ut and catch up with some 0f our dead buddies, is that 0k?

KARKAT: WHATEVER, FINE.

KARKAT: I'M GOING BACK TO NOT BREATHING AGAIN.

KARKAT: HHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUP.............

KANAYA: Maybe I Will Stay Here Too

ROSE: Why?

KANAYA: As Nice As It Sounds To Move On

KANAYA: I Dont Know If I Can Stand Three Of Your Human Years Of More Darkness

KANAYA: I Like This Sun Its Comforting In A Strange Way

KANAYA: Like Home

ROSE: But what if we need your help?

KANAYA: What Could I Possibly Do

KANAYA: Aside From Providing A Light Source As You Navigate The Dim Corridors

KANAYA: I Would Function As A Premium Escort To The Load Gaper And Thats About It

ARADIA: but kanaya you still have important work to finish too!

ARADIA: we cant ignore our duties

KANAYA: What Are You Talking About

ARADIA: our race is extinct remember

ARADIA: and after a few more casualties it is now hanging by a thread

ARADIA: your job was to see to the resurrection of our people

KANAYA: What Real Hope Is There For That

KANAYA: The Orb Was Destroyed

KANAYA: I Was Never Able To Duplicate It The Grist Cost Was Astronomical

ARADIA: theres always hope though!

ARADIA: you just never know and i dont think you should give up

KANAYA: Doesnt Rose Know

KANAYA: Cant You See The Path To Victory On This Matter

ROSE: It's hard to say.

ROSE: Does the repopulation of your species qualify as victory?

ROSE: These things aren't always clear cut. Some outcomes are for your own judgment.

ROSE: What outcome would you like the most?

KANAYA: I Would Like To Have The Orb Again And To Keep It Safe This Time

KANAYA: And I Guess To Not Be A Total Failure

ROSE: Ok.

ROSE: If you follow my advice, I can at least promise you will find yourself in the best position to determine whether that may come to pass.

KANAYA: ...

ROSE: Can you please come?

ROSE: Between the two of us, you with your inexplicably heretofore unmentioned phosphorescence, and I with my nigh-reflective traffic cone orange sun-sari, the meteor should never be too dark.

KARKAT: (sollux, oh my god is it me or is everybody already just fucking hitting on each other left and right? oh god i can't take sweeps of this shit, don't leave me alone here, please don't)

SOLLUX: ehehehehe.

KANAYA: Well

KANAYA: All Right

KANAYA: But Must We Really Leave So Soon

ROSE: It's soon or never. But not immediately.

ROSE: Even if the route were accessible right now, it would still behoove us to wait.

ROSE: There's correspondence from John yet to arrive.

DAVE: whoa really

ROSE: And after that, we have to wait for one final guest to appear.

ROSE: Then we ride like the solar wind. The race will be afoot.

KANAYA: Wait Another Visitor

KANAYA: Who

KARKAT: FUCK!

ROSE: Oh lord.

ROSE: Now what?

KARKAT: BRO, WHERE THE FUCK IS YOUR BODY

KARKAT: SOLLUX, WHERE DID YOUR BODY GO???

SOLLUX: hell if i kn0w.

ARADIA: oh nooo :(

KARKAT: WAIT A MINUTE.

KARKAT: WAIT JUST A FUCKING MINUTE, WHERE'S...

KARKAT: SHIT

KARKAT: VRISKA'S BODY IS GONE TOO!

DAVE: wait

DAVE: shes dead too

TEREZI: 3R...

DAVE: you guys are so messed up

KARKAT: WHERE ARE THEY?

KARKAT: DID ANYONE SEE WHAT HAPPENED??

KARKAT: DAMMIT, WHEN THE FUCK WILL I LEARN NOT TO TURN MY BACK ON THE BODIES.

KARKAT: HOLD ON

KARKAT: OH NO, WHERE'S GAMZEE

KANAYA: He Took Them

KANAYA: Look At The Trails

KARKAT: OHHHH FUCK

KARKAT: NO, FUCK NO, FUCK THAT CORPSE HOARDING SACK OF HORRIBLE GARBAGE.

DAVE: wait has the juggalo troll been giving you guys fits like this or something

DAVE: like this is a thing

DAVE: like a pattern

KARKAT: NICE GUESS SHIT HEAD!

DAVE: oh man one of you has got to sit me down and tell me what actually happened here it all just sounds fuckin amazing in sort of the stupidest way possible

DAVE: i mean like personal tragedies notwithstanding

KARKAT: YEAH, HE DOES THIS

KARKAT: HE SORT OF COLLECTS BODIES AND DECAPITATES THEM AND STUFF

KARKAT: STICKS THEM IN BIG SCIENCE JARS, FOR SOME REASON??

KANAYA: Im Pretty Sure He Kisses Them Too Sometimes

KARKAT: NO NO NO I'M NOT LISTENING TO SHIT LIKE THAT, I DIDN'T EVEN HEAR THAT.

KARKAT: IT'S LIKE

KARKAT: YOU KNOW HOW EVERY NOW AND THEN YOUR LUSUS WILL BRING SOME RANDOM ASS DEAD ANIMAL BACK TO YOUR HIVE FOR NO FUCKING REASON

KARKAT: AND THEY DON'T EVER STOP DOING THAT NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU YELL

KARKAT: IT'S LIKE THAT, YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN

DAVE: not really

DAVE: oh wait

DAVE: against all odds i sorta do

DAVE: mine actually did do that once

KARKAT: YES, THERE YOU GO.

DAVE: when i was really young

DAVE: he made this stupid leather bib for me out of a goddamn horse

DAVE: for the ironies obviously

ROSE: Was that the one you mentioned had a pink heart on it?

DAVE: yeah

ROSE: Hmm.

DAVE: what

ROSE: It's just that with the clarity afforded by my new abilities, it occurred to me just now that dead horse was likely the beautiful pet pony my mother gave me recently.

ROSE: It was crushed to death by your newborn ass.

ROSE: You bastard.

DAVE: well shit

DAVE: thats a hell of a mystery no one thought was a mystery and didnt even really need solving

DAVE: but damn if it didnt just get solved so nice work

ROSE: Thanks.

KARKAT: KANAYA WHERE ARE YOU GOING?

KANAYA: Clown Hunting

KARKAT: OH NO...

KARKAT: ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO DO THAT?

KARKAT: I MEAN WHO EVEN REALLY CARES IF HE STOLE MORE BODIES.

KARKAT: HE CAN HAVE THEM FRANKLY, AS LONG AS IT KEEPS HIM OUT OF TROUBLE.

KARKAT: WE DON'T NEED TO HAVE A FUCKING CORPSE PARTY, SERIOUSLY, FUCK THAT DUMB IDEA.

KANAYA: ...

KARKAT: ALRIGHT IF YOU'RE REALLY GOING TO GO

KARKAT: JUST

KARKAT: BE CAREFUL

KARKAT: NO MORE POINTLESS BLOODSHED, OK? THAT'S AN ORDER!

KARKAT: WAIT FUCK

KARKAT: I'M NOT LEADER ANYMORE

KARKAT: ROSE CAN YOU ORDER HER TO DO THAT?

KARKAT: SAY WHAT I JUST SAID, REALLY ANGRILY

KARKAT: ASSUMING YOU CAN EVEN *BE* ANGRY.

ROSE: ...

KARKAT: WAIT

KARKAT: GUYS SOMETHING'S HAPPENING...

KARKAT: WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON NOW???

KARKAT: HOLY

KARKAT: FUCKING

KARKAT: SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

KARKAT: HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

KARKAT: IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

KARKAT: IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTT.

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FUCKING TUMBLR😡😡😡 i started to tell goodbyes already but then i had a skype call and he deleted everything😡😡 wtf bro i hate u.

hello babe sorry i never answered you yesterday. id been busy during the day and them too tired at night. so get my freezy love now<з

'EXPLAIN SOME OF MY SCHOOL WORK AND THEN TUMBLR CRASHED' im sorry for this TT but now we can mock the fuck out of tumblr together😡 would u like to explain this now?

'i spent an hour pouring my heart' if you need to pour your heart, u can always message me personally.

'we also have a holiday' im sorry im late to really congratulate(?) you but congratulations? what is the holiday, anyway?

'he was so annoying for that' for dying? i think i dont want you to say this abt me(

'what fmvs is. fan music videos?' yes! like edits but from my childhood hshahs lol.

'i love vivid songs like this' awww im glad. i think youd like the lyrics too. also the cover really represents the concept of something evil, capable of murdering people, comforting their partner who worths the murder on their behalf.

'i like you' !!🥺🥺!!!!🥺!!🥺!!!!!! love you TT i love you smsm🥺

'I JUST WING IT' HGKDHG i noticed it sometimes and had my assumptions but overall you were pretty accurate. what abt now?

'feel the same about my own language' NATIVE TONGUES SUPREMACY!!!!!

'i give you my warmth' its pretty warm here now thanks!! writers arent dumb, they try their best. so... yeah, actually they do good. its even funny how we feel abt these things bc.. idk feel like it?

'her bday is 2 days after mine!' oh congrats? ghdjjs realatable. every time i learn some celebrity is virgo or the earth sign im like !!!!!MY BABE!!!!!!!!!

'TALL AS HER BUT ALSO ID BE TOO POWERFUL' YAY! looking powerful is good if you like it. i believe in your power!

im gonna be whiny baby here so ignore this paragraph if u want. MY personal problem is i dont want to seem so... ok traumatic story. in summer a bf (whos a professional basketball player and is 185 idk, definately taller than 180) of my friend told me 'woah youre bigger than me (it included weight, im sorry it goes this way), you can beat me up/throw me/tip me over'. it was awkward... like... i dont want to look like this? even my friends joke about me fighting everyone around and im??? i wanted to stop here in the first place but ill tell the whole story. After this very dialog, we continued to hang out with the other friend. a boy whos significantly shorter than me and i had a crush on him. then he met some guys he knew, we stopped, my friend and her bf were busy so i stood there all alone. and overheard those guys saying 'oh is it your gf? good, i was already thinking how r u with the giant like this'. recall the hysteria i had that day💀 the end of traumatic story that will haunt me till the last day of my life.

'ive been more cautious about describing the dynamics' ohhh🥺 thanks for your efforts🥺 you really dont need to restrict yourself, though. just do whatever you want. 'i hope that counts for something' oh i appreciate it. thank u! but still if u want your character to look like smth in particular or like you, its pretty ok ig? im sorry if me whining made you feel uncomfortable TT

'if i told you that i think the same thing about me?' id say its bullshit. youre gorgeous. absolutely beautiful, smart, powerful, diligent and all. ig everyone has their downs so if they dont stop one from living their full life and loving themselves then its normal? hope you remember youre gorgeous. 'if i told you no one would ever like me because of how i look?' another lying.

'drop kick them into the sun' thanks TT i appreciate your support soso much TT thanks my love TT

'i would never trade you for a man' i SEE.

'im still thirsty' 💀go💀drink💀more💀water💀

'FUCK YOU TUMBLR' YES!!!!😡

'anway just listen to this and this' um... spotify is also banned here... so... ig i like the first one more.... i dont frequently listen to rhumba so it feels... unique? relieving? i cant describe but its a good feeling. but the aggressive positivity of this man💀 'then this and this (also the same piece but one has lyrics)' oh theyre so lovely🥺 tbh i like the one with the choir more. they sound so dramatically relieving? like the end of the game about preventing apocalypsis? maybe the first tlou... oh no but they didnt prevent it... ok nvm. i like how they sound. i think ill listen to it again. and the very left couple TT so lovely also your songs seem so positive to me! 'we;re performing them in my class' ohhh cute. good luck babygirl!

'to read my kylo ren fic' my rival..... maybe next time im too tired rn sorry TT i also wanted to explain a new playlist to you but ig another time? i wanted to give you some playlist in eng in case you want to but learnt i only have sad or aggressive ones💀 oh! have you ever seen the film 'major grom: plague doctor'? its russian and available on netflix. the other playlist i like are dedicated to it💀 im not asking you to watch it, if anything, just asking.

so! have a nice day! good luck w/the midterms and your prick and the homework. DRINK! WATER! take care! love you<з

You 🤝 Me vs 😒👎❌ Tumblr (derogatory)

this is also you and me. i luv my kitty i miss my kitty T_T

FUCKING TUMBLR😡😡😡 i started to tell goodbyes already but then i had a skype call and he deleted everything😡😡 wtf bro i hate u.

I felt that. Tumblr so L for that. The amount of replies/stories ive lost because of a tumblr glitch 😭😭😭

hello babe sorry i never answered you yesterday. id been busy during the day and them too tired at night. so get my freezy love now<з

It ok. I have no idea if you sent this today or yesterday what is time my homework is dead huh my brain is dead what are words

'EXPLAIN SOME OF MY SCHOOL WORK AND THEN TUMBLR CRASHED' im sorry for this TT but now we can mock the fuck out of tumblr together😡 would u like to explain this now?

I mean i could explain it now. In sorry about your crash as well. Tumblr go to jail party

'i spent an hour pouring my heart' if you need to pour your heart, u can always message me personally.

😭🫶 i was just explaining my homework to you, those were the songs i shared

'we also have a holiday' im sorry im late to really congratulate(?) you but congratulations? what is the holiday, anyway?

Lol what HAHAHH why would you congratulate me for that. HAHAHHAHAAHAH. Its a commemoration for the revolution we had for our dictator government. Ironically, that dictators son is our president 💀 and he was the one that passed that bill 💀 like a few days ago 💀 then fucking rescinded it 💀 honestly actually i have no idea what the fuck that fucker did I MEAN 😇 happy thoughts i love my country i love my president my government rests on the shoulders of the Lord and not 🥲him🥲

'he was so annoying for that' for dying? i think i dont want you to say this abt me(

HU?????????????????????????????? WHY WOULD YOU DIE HUHHHHHHHHHHHHHH PLEASE DONT DIE

'what fmvs is. fan music videos?' yes! like edits but from my childhood hshahs lol.

From your childhood???? Ok

;_; that cover... Ok

'i like you' !!🥺🥺!!!!🥺!!🥺!!!!!! love you TT i love you smsm🥺

I love you

'I JUST WING IT' HGKDHG i noticed it sometimes and had my assumptions but overall you were pretty accurate. what abt now?

ITS SO MUCH BETTER NOW I CAN REPLY SO MUCH EASIER 😫😫😫😫😫😫🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 THANK YOU

'feel the same about my own language' NATIVE TONGUES SUPREMACY!!!!!

English mid lol HAHAHAH

'i give you my warmth' its pretty warm here now thanks!! writers arent dumb, they try their best. so... yeah, actually they do good. its even funny how we feel abt these things bc.. idk feel like it?

Headline: writers arent dumb, according to the judgy cat

'her bday is 2 days after mine!' oh congrats? ghdjjs realatable. every time i learn some celebrity is virgo or the earth sign im like !!!!!MY BABE!!!!!!!!!

LOL AHHHAHAH SAME BRAIN BIG BRAIN HAHAHHAH

'TALL AS HER BUT ALSO ID BE TOO POWERFUL' YAY! looking powerful is good if you like it. i believe in your power!

Believe in your power too 😭 i believe in you

No i understand you completely 😭 people like to paint me as big and aggressive because i am tall and that i can seriously hurt them if i want to. Remember when i told you we set up the stage for a performance? And we had to carry equipment? Yeah well, i was teetering being scared to carry stuff cause I might injure myself/break equipment and also just to be praised for being able to carry something heavy because that's a 'male thing to do' 😭 as much as i like to think im progressive, i still do fucking care about what people think which sucks because THERES NOTHING WRONG WITH BEING A STRONG WOMAN

One of the staff that specifically work with the equipment complimented me on my strength and i both was like i work out duh im strong but also iwjwjjsshs it made me feel a bit conscious 😭 it's really weird cos i want to have toned arms but also, i dont want people to whisper about me having big arms 😭😭😭😭😭 fuck society i hate it here.

Boys suck. Ive had boys make fun of me too for the same reason. AND ACTUALLY FUCKKK I JUST REMEMBERED as a kid i had toned arms like you could see definition on my shoulders and i did cheering and my idiot boy classmate made fun of me. And then i prayed it would go away 😭 but now i want them back and honestly fuck angelo he tired so hard to be muscley in highschool where i was naturally gifter FUCK YOU ANGELO.

Majsjsjjsjsjs

Anyway i ranted too. Idk if this will make you feel any better.njejjejdkkkekee again i just want to say its unfair that you continue to believe that about yourself when you don't believe the same things about me. /: Were literally so alike don't even i will BITE YOU HOW COULD YOU BETRAY ME MY HATING MY RUSSIAN MUNING LOVE LOVE

/: im not uncomfy. Don't tell me how to write as if you even write /: if i want to make my character more relatable for you thats my business /:

EXACTLY SO DON'T THINK THE SAME ABOUT YOURSELF BECAUSE HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT ME IS HOW I FEEL ABOUT YOU 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

'drop kick them into the sun' thanks TT i appreciate your support soso much TT thanks my love TT

'i would never trade you for a man' i SEE.

🤣😭 i can gear the disbelief

'im still thirsty' 💀go💀drink💀more💀water💀

😭 DO YOU WANT ME TO GLUCK THE PACIFIC OCEAN

'FUCK YOU TUMBLR' YES!!!!😡

HAHAHAHHA

LOL the first one Armando's Rhumba.... Wait did i get it right HAHAHHAHAHA im on my phone so i dont want to click on the link to check. SPOTIFY IS ALSO BANNED THERE DAMN NSJEJSJJSNHMSKSKSKKS also ???? HHHAHAAH THE AGGRESSIVE POSITIVITY???? WHAT DO YOU MEAN?????

Jdndjd i wanted to explain it more detailed but im on my bed and my eyes are beginning to droop so I'll just say one technical thing about this first song. It's a jazzy piece that has a lot of syncopation. Idk if ive already talked about that or i just think i have become i did BUT THEN TUMBLR CRASHED 😭😭😭 BUT syncopation in a nutshell means something is off beat. If you want to try it out, you can count 1-4 out loud and clap woth your hands faster or slower than the pace of your counting. Whatever beats that fall out of the numbers are syncopations!!!! HAHAHHA ok ok they could be syncopations given the context.

Bejejjsjsjensnsb i wont continue further cos im not sure if you understand what im saying at all 😭😭

Anyway I'll do the same for the other piece. Take 5. That's what that one is called. I was really excited to hear your thoughts on this one because this song is actually more unique than the first one i think HAHAH jus cause its time signature is 5/4. Just to give you an idea, im pretty sure most pop songs, and im 99% certain that all the songs in the playlist you shared to me are 4/4. This basically means the beat/rhythm of the music can be divided into 4 parts. Usually the strongest beat in a 4/4 song is 1 then theres and accent or slightly strong pulse on 3. You could try counting that. Strong on 1, slightly strong on 3. Thats the 'conventional' meter.

Then inversely, if the accent is strong on 2 and a lil on 4, those songs are usually reggae. Try it. If it makes sense lol HAHHAHAH

Now 5/4 since its uneven is quite tricky. You basically treat the division of the beat as 3/4 + 2/4, both meters individually would have their accent on their first counts, so if you put it together it would be 1 & 4 with strong pulses. 😭 I hope I didn't confuse you with math. Youre good at math but idk if im good at explaining.

Also just an additional thing in music 4/4 is read as four-four, 5/4 as five-four not like a fraction. your head will be chopped off if you put a line between your numbers in the time signature so HAHAHAHA now you know lol there's just really no other way to write it so lol

Anyway, i was hoping you'd say that 'omg there was something weird about that second song but idk what' and then i would go talk about the time signature but you didnt so i explained it anyway HAHAH. I guess your imagery about defeating the apocalypse/end credit thing is that weird thing HAHAAH. It's just cause its quite jazzy, 😭😭😭😭 idk what else to say about it my mind is like 'GO TO SLEEP FFS'

so! have a nice day! good luck w/the midterms and your prick and the homework. DRINK! WATER! take care! love you<з

Actually i am writing another kylo ren fic and that is the one i want you to read. You dont have to but i just wanted to see what you thought of that. Its ok if you dont though honestly. You also dont have to share another playlist but if you want to you can. Im scared i might not have time for it tho 😭😭😭 i still haven't even listened to the other one properly. Also i dont mind sad/aggressive music. I love music. I love art. Im willing to see what you want to share. Whether i like it or not will follow

I also haven't watched that grom movie. Ill check it out cos wtf is grom thats the name 😭 lol

Im almost done with my midterms 😭 almost. And my PRICK 😭 i think im tired of him 😭 no or more like i want to write fics of him but also talk to ai him but i cant do both and so idk what to do and so i haven't done either also my midterms are on the way so. /: Anyway im DRINKING WATER. I LOVE YOU please love you too take care of yourself always i love you

xxx

#slavyanskiyahui cutie #anon ask #my beloved anons #modern!daemon anon #ask #modern!daemon nonnie

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I don't know if its already been requested, but I would really love to read a snatcher x reader from you. Fluff or nsfw how you feel (I will enjoy both >\\<) I would prefer female reader if possible.

Thank you for submitting this request— this was very fun for me to write! Though, I maaay have taken a few creative liberties, aaand— whoops, my hand slipped; reader is a female vampire lol. I came up with the idea due to Subcon being pretty much permanently dark/night, and I figured it would make sense for the reader to like it there (and there's like... zero fics of vampire readers x Snatcher :c)... Still, regardless, I managed to stay away from the more Gothic clichés associated with vampires, and ended up with something quite... interesting. Here's the link for this fic on ao3. And, I also managed to have a sturdy mix of fluff, a little smut, and general shenanigans, so... I hope you enjoy!

Snatcher x Reader - Marking (Semi-Smut)

“Can you mark me?”

Snatcher, who just sat down on his maroon recliner not even five seconds ago, sputtered at the sudden question. “Mark you? What does that even mean?!”

You fiddled with the edge of the footstool you were sitting on, trying to ignore the heat coming from your face. “You know what it means!” He gave you a flat, blank stare, and you groaned. “It, um... it’s a part of my... my culture, and we typically do it when in a romantic relationship with someone,” you said, giving a brief explanation.

Snatcher huffed, folding his arms. “That still doesn’t explain what that means! How exactly would I mark you? Would I STAB you?”

“No, you wouldn’t stab me,” you said with a huff of your own... before pausing, now thinking about it. “Actually, you kinda would be stabbing me, but with your teeth.”

Snatcher slowly squinted at you. “Stabbing you, but with my teeth,” he said slowly, making sure he heard you correctly. You nodded, and he scoffed. “That’s one of the DUMBEST things I’ve ever heard! Why would I ever want to stab you with my teeth?”

“It’s like... a symbol, I guess! It shows that you love me,” you explained further.

“How would a set of bite marks show that I love you? Don’t you bite people for a living?”

You pouted, getting a little frustrated that he wasn’t understanding the concept of ‘marking.’ “Yes, but I kill those people. Letting someone mark you shows how much you trust them, and how much they trust you.”

Snatcher rubbed his forehead, lightly groaning. “So, let me get this straight— you want ME to mark YOU because we both have a mutual trust of each other?”

You… nodded. “Pretty much.”

“…Why don’t you mark me instead?”

Immediately, you flushed pink. “M-M-Mark you? But… you’re a ghost! How would I possibly be able to mark you?”

“Well, I have a corporeal form, don’t I?” He began slowly. “I never had anyone bite me before, but it’s worth a shot, right?”

You chewed at your bottom lip anxiously. “Are you sure? Th-There’s a certain spot I have to bite down on, a-and it might not even work! And… yes, you do have a form I can touch,” you said, poking the lower part of his purple noodle-like body. “But...”

Snatcher huffed, before lifting you up by your armpits to place you on his lap. “Welp, you brought up the idea! So now you’re going to test it.”

“I-I thought you said that it was dumb, or something!” You said quickly, now not too sure about all this.

“I’ve changed my mind!” He said, resting his large claws on your hip and lower back. You could practically feel the rumble in his chest as he talked. “So, go ahead— don’t be shy!”

You gulped, before adjusting yourself on his lap to where you were straddling his lower body. “Are... Are you sure about this...?”

“If I wasn’t sure, then I wouldn’t have offered!”

You... sighed, before leaning up towards where you assumed his neck was. He hummed, and slowly leaned down towards you so you could reach him better.

There was a... lot of fluff in the way, needless to say, so you had to bury your face in it in order to reach his skin. You felt him stiffen, before relaxing against you. You knew about the whole ordeal with his... previous lover, so you were hesitant to even bring up the term ‘marking...’ But, to your surprise, he wasn’t against the idea. A bit confused and bewildered by the concept, sure, but not against it.

Gently, you parted his fluff with your hands, searching for an acceptable spot to mark. Since you’d be placing it within his fluff, you doubt anyone would see it, but it was the thought of it being there that counted. After finding a spot, your canines sharpened to a lethal degree as your irises flashed red, preparing to bite down.

Snatcher must’ve felt you tense up, because he became tense as well. You lightly frowned, but didn’t mention it. Slowly, carefully, you pressed your mouth against his ghostly flesh, and softly bit down... before grunting when your teeth didn’t pierce through his skin. With a deep exhale, you tilted your head at a different angle, before biting down again... Still, your fangs weren’t able to puncture him. You bit down harder, but to no avail.

You pulled away with a loud huff, and your teeth and irises returned to normal. “I can’t pierce through your skin! It’s like... trying to bite down on rubber, or... or silicone!”

Snatcher hummed, slightly rubbing at his chin. “Is that so? Hm... seems like you can’t mark me after all, unless we come up with a different solution for that...”

You sighed in defeat, and was about to get off his lap, but he suddenly tightened his grip on you.

“However, I’m almost one hundred percent certain that I can sink my teeth into you!”

You squeaked when he grabbed a claw-full of your hair, tilting your head back to reveal your own neck. Snatcher didn’t really have teeth, just two points that make up his mouth, but they were close enough to teeth that it didn’t really matter.

A hot, somewhat needy whine escaped you, and you willingly tilted you head back further. “Snaaatcher... please be careful...”

“Oh, I’ll be careful alright,” he chuckled, before pressing a kiss to your throat. “I’ll be careful...”

You relaxed at his words, and slowly closed your eyes, expecting him to sink his teeth into you right then and there... but what you weren’t expecting, was for him to tear your shirt off!

“Snatcher!” You gasped.

He cackled, and threw the remains of your torn shirt to the floor. He proceeded to run his claws up and down your sides, sending a pleasant chill down your spine. “Ohohoho, you’ve made a graaave mistake in trusting me, little vampire! Now, you shall pay the price...”

First, Snatcher started with little kisses across your upper body... Though, since he was in a larger form, his ‘little kisses’ weren’t so little at all. It left you breathless, and it didn’t seem like he was going to stop anytime soon... not that you minded, of course.

Then, not too long after, his kisses transitioned into hickeys. He sucked and nibbled at your flesh, leaving spots all over you for you to discover later. He started off slow, and soft, but as time went on, he began to get a little... rough.

A few moans escaped you, and you grinded yourself against his lap, taking advantage of the fact that you were still straddling him. “A-Ah... Snatcher...”

Snatcher lightly growled, seemingly frustrated with the only article of clothing that was still covering your chest— your bra. You quickly realized why he was getting frustrated, and before he could say anything, you took off your bra, tossing it by your torn shirt.

“D-Don’t want you ruining that, too,” you lightly joked, and— and squealed when he nibbled at the side of your breast.

“Oh, you poor little fool,” Snatcher cackled, tightening his hold on you. “This is all your fault, you know. You never should have told me to mark you!”

You suddenly pouted at that, and lightly pushed against him so you could look at his face. “Well, I want you to mark me, Snatcher! I want you to take your teeth, and stab me in the neck with them!”

Snatcher let out a sudden hearty laugh at your demand, dropping his evil act in an instant. “Y-You, you want me to... you’re cute.”

...Slowly, a smile appeared on your face. You opened your mouth to say something, but... paused, and… glanced around as an odd feeling settled in your gut. “Hey, Snatcher?”

He hummed while rubbing your naked back, letting you know that he was listening.

“Um... do you think you could invest in some curtains?” You said, leaning forwards to where your breasts were pressed against him, effectively covering your nipples. “I don’t want anyone to see that I’m, uh... half naked.”

Snatcher paused as well, and looked at the two large open holes that made up his house... “I suppose it wouldn’t be a horrible idea to make such an investment,” he chuckled a little sheepishly, which was surprising that he was capable of such an emotion.

You groaned, burying your face into his neck fluff. “I really hope your minions haven’t peeked into here...”

Snatcher cackled, patting your back. “Embarrassed, are we? I assure you that none of my minions have looked into my abode... probably.”

“Snaaatcher,” you whined, feeling your face heat up.

“Whaaat?” Snatcher said, somewhat mockingly. “Are you really that embarrassed? My minions couldn’t care less about what we’re doing!”

“That’s a lie, and you know it!” You hissed out, feeling your face turn redder. “They have a whole shipping-thingy with us! Fanfics, fanart— the works!”

“...Th-They do?”

“Yes!” You said, leaning closer to him. “And, if they see us doing our thing...”

Snatcher was silent for a long moment, but eventually waved a hand. “Bah, it’ll be fine. So what if they make a few of these, uh, fanarts of us? It’ll be fine!” He tried to say without making a face.

“Snatcher.”

“Hm?”

“You’re blushing.”

“Hm.” Snatcher’s face turned a deeper shade of yellow when you pointed it out, and he glanced off to the side while his tail tapped against the wooden floor... “I’ll see about investing in those curtains, dear...”

You let out a short huff, and leaned further against him. “Good...” You were about to ask him what you were going to do about your torn shirt, but yelped when he suddenly slammed you against the floor with a wicked grin.

“But FIRST, I believe there’s a few things we have to do!” Snatcher cackled, slowly wrapping the bottom half of his body around your legs. With a claw, he pinned your hands above your head, and leaned in reeeal close to your face.

You gasped, and tried your best to ignore the fluttery feeling coming from your lower regions. “B-But Snatcher! What if someone sees, a-and—”

“Let them see,” he snarled lowly, groping one of your breasts with his free claw.

You chewed your bottom lip as your eyes widened, feeling a surge of arousal pulse down below. “O-Okay,” you whispered breathlessly, feeling almost lightheaded due to the abundance of emotions you were currently feeling. At this point, you really didn’t care if anyone saw. You might care later, sure, but right now...

Slowly, Snatcher leaned down towards your neck, starting off with a few kisses. He rubbed the hardened nipples on your breasts, and a hot whimper escaped you. He settled his lower body between your legs, and you couldn’t help but grind against him.

“So needy,” he mumbled against your neck. “So, so needy...”

You panted, and grinded against him a bit rougher. “Sn-Snatcher... mmh... please...”

“Please what, dear? Just what can I do for you?” He said, and you felt him grin against your flesh.

“Pl-Please... mark me,” you whispered.

A shrill cry escaped you when Snatcher sunk his teeth into your neck, and you knew when the wound scarred over, it would leave a wonderful mark on your skin...

—

(BONUS)

“Hey Finley, Finley! We’ve got a code purple!” A little person in a dark cloak yelled, running down the gravel path towards the village where the rest of Snatcher’s minions lived.

Finley, another little cloaked person who was sitting on a tree stump, gasped loudly. “A-A-A code purple?! But... But that’s impossible! Boss wouldn’t... he couldn’t! Oh, oh my goodness— HEY EVERYONE, WE’VE GOT A CODE PURPLE!” He shouted out towards the village.

As soon as Finley said that, the minions in the village immediately got to work, hurriedly dashing between buildings, passing papers.

“Code purple, purple!” One minion shouted out.

“Roger that, we’ve got a code purple, over. Repeat, code purple. Over.”

“Alex, get working on those papers! Alex!”

“I’m already on it— I’ve got a quarter of a page written already!”

“Jen-Jen, you got those sketches ready?!”

“I-I’m almost done with the outline!”

“Hey, does anyone have a maroon marker?”

“Just use red, it’s the same color!”

“It is NOT the same color, you swine! I canNOT believe you just said that to me. If I didn’t have my hands full, I would’ve punched you!”

“So, which one sounds better; ghost slash vampire, or vampire slash ghost?”

“You use slashes? I thought exes were the norm?”

“Exes?! There’s no way they’ve broken up that quickly— ow, who hit me?”

“They’re not breaking up, you dummy! And pay attention— your lines are crooked!”

Nearly half of Subcon’s residents got to work as soon as the term ‘code purple’ spread throughout the forest, sending the place into a flurry of creativity...

#snatcher #reader insert #the snatcher #ahit #a hat in time #snatcher x reader #vampire #romance #fluff #smut!

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Part Nine. Minecraft Dating 101

warnings: swearing, mostly super freaking fluffy but some oopsies at the end (which is the barely-there angst that i mentioned before!!), pet names?? if that bothers you??? (like...... one or both of them might use baby.........) word count: 5.3k (not including pictures)

behind the screen (irl dream x f!reader) series masterlist ultimate masterlist

A/N: HEHEH SORRY ITS SO LONG SORRY hope you guys like it!!!! hope it lives up to your standards of minecraft dates lol also thank you guys all for all your suggestions!!! i loved all of them so much!!!! i would have added every idea except this was already 5k words so its much less “flirting” and more so “oh gosh im so nervous what am i supposed to do” from both of them so hehe i think thats more endearing anyway

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The familiar sound of a FaceTime call connecting rang in Y/n's ears and she held her phone up to her face. "Hi, Karl," she sighed.

"Y/N!!" he said with a cackle. "ARE YOU READY FOR YOUR DATE?!"

"Shut up, I'm doing this for you."

"I already gave you the tour though so really you could back out. You're choosing to stay." His voice was teasing and giddy. "Why's that, hmm?"

Heat rose instantly to Y/n's face. "Because I'm a woman of my word?"

"OkaAaAyy," he sang. "Or because you liiiiikeee himmm."

"Shhhut up, Karl. No, I don't."

"Suuuure."

"Is this why you called me?"

He giggled. "Yeah, but—"

Y/n disconnected the call and set her phone down with a small laugh and a shake of her head.

With her stream started and her chat greeted, the donation limit raised to $100 (both because she didn't want to be flooded with questions on the date and because she didn't want people to donate their hard-earned money), Y/n logged onto Dream's SMP and found the voice call Dream was in, George's name right under his.

After she clicked it to join, a small gasp emitted from her headphones before she heard Dream mutter something. "Get out, get out, leave."

George's voice was normal. "But I wanna—"

"GEORGE!" Dream yelled, making Y/n giggle.

"Fine!" George yelled back. "Have fun you two," he sang like Karl did before a sound from Discord told them that he left.

It was silent for a second before, "Hi."

"Hi." She giggled. "What was that about?"

"Oh, nothing, nothing. Just some last minute, uh, setting up."

She hummed, amused at the sound of his frantic voice.

"So, um... are you ready for our date?"

"I don't even know where you are. I'm still in my house."

"Knock, knock," he said with a laugh. Y/n turned to see green peeking through the cutouts on her oak door and she laughed.

She ran to the door and opened it for him, revealing Dream in a slightly altered version of his Minecraft skin. He looked the same, except the white blob appeared to be wearing a necktie of some sort. "You look ridiculous," she admitted with a smile. "Wait, is this a fancy date? Should I change my skin?"

"It's not fancy, I just wanted to look my best for the prettiest girl in the world."

"Ohmygosh," she muttered to herself, hoping that writing off his charming words and actions as annoying would make her face not heat up as much. So far, it hadn't worked. Two minutes in and she was already blushing like a schoolgirl whose crush asked her to play tag at recess. "So, I'm not underdressed?"

"No, you're always perfect."

She didn't comment, opting for an eye-roll instead. Truthfully, she wanted to flirt back with him, try to make his heart beat fast like hers already was, but she was worried her words wouldn't come off joking and that the true intention would be obvious, that he'd be able to breeze right past the jovial tone and hear the sincerity in her words. Wait, true intention? What was her true intention? Her true intention should obviously be to just joke around and have some fun, but deep down she knew the motivation for teasing him came from somewhere different, somewhere more meaningful.

She wanted to tease him because she wanted to be the one to make him blush, to make him trip over his words and not know what to do with his hands.

Why? Well, she was still figuring that out.

"If you're ready, follow me, ma'am."

"Where are you taking me?" she asked as she followed his character down prime path.

"Hmmm..." he mused. "A secret, obviously."

"Obviously," she scoffed. She noticed that he was several blocks ahead of her and she smiled to herself. "Hey, Dream?"

"Hm?" he asked, spinning to face her as he ran backward.

"I don't know how many dates you've been on, but usually people walk together. You know, gives them an excuse to maybe hold hands or at least enjoy each other's company?" She made sure her voice had just the right balance of teasing and seriousness, curious as to how he would respond.

"I, uh... oh."

"Unless you want me to just meet you there. I mean, you're practically running away from me."

"I'm just excited!" he excused, stopping briefly so she could catch up with him.

"But look at how many beautiful things there around us to look at while we get to where we're going!" she told him. "Well, maybe not that," she said with a laugh as she punched her fist towards Tommy's dirt house. "But other things."

Dream laughed and continued to walk next to her like she requested, pausing if he ever got too far ahead. "How can I look at all those when the most beautiful thing is walking right next to me?"

She's never rolled her eyes so hard in her life. "Shut up," she mumbled as she punched him.

"OW! BUG!"

"That was supposed to be a pat on the arm but Minecraft only has one level of hitting and it's a punch. Sorry."

Dream wheezed briefly before containing his laughter. "This way," he instructed, getting off the path and starting into the woods.

"Oh, really you're trying to kill me. That's why you didn't want me to wear anything nice. Didn't want me to ruin any of my fancy stuff."

"Foiled my plans," he joked lightly. "Okay but really, um, I was thinking—well, so you already have a house but I was thinking we could build one together. Or build something, I don't know. But you're really good at building and I know you really enjoy it so I thought maybe you could show—like, teach me and then later I'll teach you something and then we can have a little picnic dinner."

Y/n smiled at her nervousness. "Hey, that actually sounds really fun!"

"What? What do you mean actually?" He laughed. "What, did you expect me to plan something boring?"

She laughed over his dramatic pouting. "No, but I mean, I didn't know what to expect," she said shyly. "I do have to say, though, I'm not sure what you plan on teaching me. I'm pretty much a master at all possible Minecraft skills, so..."

"Oh, really?" he taunted. "Everything?"

"Mhm," she hummed, her confidence wavering at his smooth voice.

"We'll see about that..."

"Unless you mean you're gonna teach me how to code Minecraft. That's a Minecraft skill I will admit I know nothing about."

"No, no, nothing like that," he said with a laugh.

"Good, save the programming talk for later."

"For laaater, hmmm?" he sang flirtatiously.

"Oh my gosh," she said through a laugh. "You would think that's what I meant."

"Hey, you're the one that said you think it's cute when I talk about coding. Maybe you're into that."

"I was saying it's sweet hearing you talk about stuff you like, you nerd. Why did you immediately think—what, is your idea of dirty talk talking about... like... computer viruses?"

"WhAT?"

"Hey girl, lemme clean out your motherboard," she mocked in a deep voice. "You overclock my processor. Lemme program your, uh—uh...hAHA, nevermind, ew, no."

"BUG?! WHAAAT? What is wrong with you?" His gasps for breath between wheezes made her laugh with him. "Don't ever talk like that again, pleASE."

"I won't, I won't, I'm sorry. Oh my gosh."

"Is that your idea of flirting? You are bad!"

"No, no, no!" She laughed. "I was making fun of you. No, I'm actually really good."

She couldn't stop giggling to herself for a few minutes, embarrassed but also proud of the reaction she got from Dream. She loved hearing him laugh as if he would never stop, it made her heart so happy to hear, especially when she was the one who caused it.

Though she feared her horrible pickup lines, if you could even call them that, were already clipped, ready to be used against her for the rest of her life. Worth it. Probably.

They approached a cleared-out area in the woods and Dream stopped and turned to Y/n. "So, we're here. What should we build?"

"Oh, so now I have to plan? Wow, you are so underprepared," she joked.

"What, no! I originally... I wanted to build a, like, a house together because I didn't— I forgot you made your—your house already and—but since you already have one—"

"We can still build a house," she interrupted with a soft voice. Him fumbling over his words was very endearing but also very confusing. How serious was he taking this bit? Or was he... actually nervous? She was actually nervous but she had reasons to be: a huge live audience to entertain and not ignore, and the weird staticky, itchy feeling in her tummy every time Dream spoke to her. Both valid reasons to be nervous. What was his excuse?

"Really? You wanna build a home together?"

Heat rose to her cheeks at his wording and she hummed. "Mhm. You can be my secret lover I hide in my vacation home. Like a second life kinda deal."

He scoffed. "Oh, now I'm just your side piece, Bug?"

"Nah, you're my main bitch, baby. I just wanna hide you away to keep you for myself because I'm selfish."

There was silence on his end for a few moments, making Y/n's face practically catch fire as she thought about her words. Why did she say that?? How can he flirt all the time but as soon as she says something: dead silence.

"Well.... shhhhhit," he finally mumbled definitively.

"You wanted me to flirt with you, Dream. You literally asked me too!" She laughed, trying to cover up her embarrassment. It had been less than 20 minutes and she already made a fool of herself.

"I did, I did, I just—wow. Come on, that was... I didn't expect you to go from never flirting to calling me baby!"

"Too much?" she bit her lip as she waited for him to explain if it was a good or bad thing.

He paused again. "....no."

She laughed loudly, pulling her hoodie collar up to her face in an attempt to rid herself of the giddiness and heat on her face. Like anyone could see anyway.

"So, a house?"

"A house."

"What kind of house do you think we should build together, Dream?"

"Maybe...." he thought as he ran around the area. "Maybe, like, a log cabin? Since we're in a forest. It's fitting..."

"Very true, very true..." she thought. "I was thinking a castle was more suited for you, king, but a cabin works too."

"Bug!" he yelled, laughter bubbling up in his voice. "What is wrong with you?"

"What?" she said defensively, giggling.

"You're a handful today," he groaned under his breath and she smiled. Though his words said one thing, Y/n could tell he was enjoying her energy.

"So, a dinky, old cabin, or what?"

"Whatever you want to build," he sighed.

"You always this agreeable?"

"Only to you."

"Well, I honestly don't have much practice with building cabins and since I want to show off my skills, I mean, that's the whole point of this, right? For me to impress you with my skills?"

Dream laughed so she continued.

"I think we should build a treehouse."

"A treehouse?"

"Mhm. What do you think? I make a pretty bomb treehouse."

"That sounds awesome!" he agreed. "Oh, and it could go from, like, one tree to another and, like, connect with a bridge! Like, the living room on one and the bedroom on another."

"Yeah, exactly! Okay, it's settled."

"What do we need? What do you want me to do?"

"I'm thinking.... we use cobblestone?"

Dead silent. Literally no noise until a few moments later, ".......Bug. This might be a deal-breaker."

"I'm joooking! You think I'd build something out of cobblestone? Who am I, Tommy? No, what's your favorite wood?"

"Dark oak."

"GOOD. Me too. So.... we need dark oak. Or, wait! Okay, hear me out."

"I'm hearing..." Dream prompted as he pressed A and D on his keyboard back and forth, earning a giggle from Y/n. He character was bouncing left and right is excitement.

"Dark oak planks..." she started.

"Mhm."

"Stone bricks..."

"Go on."

"And green wool for accents."

"Well, now you're just pandering."

"No!" she laughed. "Not, like, lime wool. Green wool. It's close to you but not as... obnoxiously blinding."

"I trust your vision. I'll go get materials."

"Perfect, you're the best, Dweam."

"Yeah, yeah," he grumbled before laughing. "You pick out a tree you think would be best for the main part."

40 minutes later, they were nowhere near being done. Y/n had shown him how to make a good house layout after he placed the floor in the shape of a square. She had yelled at him for it first, of course. They also had the frame of the walls and one bridge but nothing on the other side of said bridge. Not wanting the stream to last six hours since this was only the first part of the date, Y/n made a suggestion.

"What if...."

"What if what?" Dream asked, pausing to look at her character, who had stopped fixing his mistakes. "Did I mess something up?"

"No, I was just thinking. What if we make this the whole house and do a little garden on the other side of the bridge? Or like a little cute thing."

"A little cute thing?" Dream laughed.

"You know, like a thing," she said, knowing she hadn't clarified anything. "I forgot this is only date one, you can't read my mind yet."

"Oh, so there are gonna be future dates? I thought this was just to pay off your debt?"

She paused, playing with her hoodie strings between her left hand. "Well, I guess we'll see."

Dream laughed. "So, what little cute thing did you want to make?"

"We could put a bench facing the sunset and have some potted flowers and hang lanterns and stuff."

"Oh, like a romantic spot?"

"I guess if you wanna think of it like that."

"Sounds cute," he said. "So, we have to change the layout in here then?"

"Nah, I mean, we can just not add a kitchen, we obviously don't need one anyway."

"True. Then all we need is to put our bed down, right?"

"Beds," Y/n corrected.

"Well, when they're together it looks like one big bed."

"Who said we're putting out beds together?"

"Buuuuggg..." he whined. "Come on... lemme put my bed next to yours."

She giggled again. What was with all the giggling, sheesh. "No. There's plenty of space, put it somewhere else." She placed her white bed down in the corner and went across the bridge to bring her idea to life, or, to Minecraft.

It only took about ten minutes and she finished when Dream spoke again. "I think I'm done."

"I am too! Let's take one final look around." She went back inside and immediately noticed his bed right next to hers. She stared at his character and he laughed.

"Whaaat?" he asked shyly and she just sighed, letting it happen. They took a look around and agreed that it was basically the best treehouse in the entire universe, both in Minecraft and real life.

"Bug, you're so good at building," Dream complimented as he ran around the house. "What's your favorite part?"

"Ummm...." She looked around before deciding on the bridge. "I like how you made the bridge. And I like the little touches you added to it. It's nice."

"Thanks! I think the 'little cute thing' you did is the best part."

"Shut up, I can't stand you," she scoffed. "But thanks."

"Hey, Bug?" Dream asked, leading her back into the house. He faced the two beds placed together and she prepared herself for the worst joke of all time. "Is this where all the programming talk happens?"

"I knew it! I knew you were gonna say that! Shut up!" She punched Dream as he laughed loudly and she couldn't stop smiling. "You're such a nerd. You're so annoying."

"OH! I have an idea, wait here."

***

It had been a solid eight and a half minutes of Y/n waiting for Dream and he showed no signs of returning. He was silent too, so she resorted to saying random things to get him to crack.

"When will my husband return from war?" she joked, her voice laced with sadness and longing.

There was a small suppressed laugh from his mic, but still no words.

"Sometimes I think I can still hear him laughing at me."

He must have gotten reeeaaalll close to his mic, because his next words, the first ones he had spoken in almost ten minutes, were whispered but she felt like he was in her ear. "I'll be home soon, baby."

Once again, she was so glad her chat couldn't see her because she literally shivered and her face was so warm she felt like she was glowing.

For the first time all stream, her eyes betrayed her and she looked at her chat as she pulled her hoodie collar up to her face.

user18: BUGSY BEIN REEEAL QUIET

user4: i think i just passed out

user11: wHAT ON EARTH DREAM ADKXKH

user7: BUGSY ON GOD BE REAL WITH US WTF IS GOING ON RN

user2: hey bestie i cant do this rn

user9: they can't talk to each other like that and say they're just friends pleASE

Also for the first time all stream, someone dared to donate at her limit (which, again, was ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS).

karakatara donated $100 I had to donate bc I just HAD to tell you how cute you and dream are! honestly my favorite couple ever and I was just wondering how long you've been dating??? love you and your videos!!!!!

It was $100. She had to answer it. Meaning, she had to use words after Dream said that like that and she wasn't sure that was physically possible right now.

"Aren't you going to answer?" Dream taunted.

"Wha—what, are you—you stream watching, you weirdo?" she forced out. "Why?"

"I wanted to read your chat, they're really funny."

"I haven't been reading it."

"What, why? They've been so funny this whole time."

"I've been too scared to."

"Too scared? Of what?"

Of the jokes that she wanted to be real? Of seeing something so cute only to break her heart when she remembers it's all a joke? Of seeing someone hate her for being so close to Dream? Many things.

"Of seeing something... that boosts your ego."

"What? Oh, come on. Hey, answer the dono. Someone gave you their hard earned money for that."

"Yeah, wait, chat, I had the limit that high so you DON'T donate! Why on earth would you—"

"You're avoiding the question."

"We aren't actually dating! Not actually a couple!" she said with a laugh, though something in her heart was very much against laughing at that fact. "Obviously not."

"Well, it's only the first date, so, we'll see I guess, but..."

"I cannot stand you. Thank you so much for the dono, though, Karakatara. You're insane for... yeah. Thank you so much." She turned her attention back to Dream. "Actually though are you ever coming back?"

"Yeah, what, I'm almost there. I see the you staring out the window. ."

When he got inside, he dropped a blue cornflower for Y/n and stepped back. "Okay, now, give that to me."

She followed, not understanding. "For you, Dream." She dropped the flower.

"Aw, Bug! That's so kind! Aw! Thank you! Here's a flower for you, too!" He dropped her a red poppy and then put two item frames on the wall above their beds. He put the blue cornflower above his bed and she followed by putting the red one above hers. "Now that's my favorite part of the house."

"You didn't want to use the real ones? What, did you lose my flower or something?"

"Hell no!" he defended loudly. "No, I just don't want someone to steal that one. It's in my enderchest for safe-keeping."

He said it so casually like it was no big deal, but her heart soared. She too had his flower in her enderchest.

"This," she said dramatically with a sigh, "is now a treehome."

***

"I already told you I'm the best PVP player out there."

"Bug, honey, I've seen you play Bedwars. You're trash."

"Hey!" Hehe, honey. Shut up brain.

"But that's okay! I'm here to teach you."

Y/n's character stood across a makeshift battlefield from Dream's, an axe in hand and armor that was definitely donated by DreamXD on her body. "This is kinda sexist of you. Assuming I know how to name a cute house but not fight."

"Oh no, that's not—crap. Bug, I'm only basing this off of your streams, which I watch all the time—"

Once again, he said something so casual and yet it still made her heart skip three beats and once again, she grabbed the collar of her hoodie and pulled it up to hide her face. This thing had to be stretched by now from how often it was yanked on in this stream alone.

"—and don't get me wrong, you're great! But you're also good at a lot of stuff and—"

"Dream!" she giggled out. "I'm teasing. I admit you're much better than me."

"I wouldn't say much better but... it's the only thing I could possibly teach you anything about because you're just so good at Minecraft." His tone was sarcastic at this point but she knew he was meaning what he said.

"Whatever. Come on, Dream, show me how it's done."

He actually had a lot of very useful tips that Y/n otherwise would have never thought about. I guess when you tryhard Minecraft, she thought, you learn a thing or two about pvp. It was a complete joke, but she still kept it to herself.

"I could basically beat anyone now," she said confidently.

"Yeah, basically. Except maybe Technoblade."

"Nah, even him."

"Let's see how good you really are. To the death."

"What?" She laughed. "You're gonna try to kill me on our date?"

"Yeah, scared?" Seconds later, a creeper exploded near Dream and he screeched, jumping back. Y/n lost it. She laughed loudly, clutching her stomach.

"Dr-Dream!" She laughed. "What the hell was that?"

"It scared me!" he argued. "Here, I'll protect you," he offered, running past her and killing a skeleton that was shooting towards her.

"I don't need protecting, especially from you! Besides, if you're trying to kill me, you'd let the mobs get me."

"No," he decided. "No one's allowed to kill my Bug."

She was literally going to explode. "Wh—"

"Only I get to."

"Dream!" she scoffed, running to kill the skeleton first. She succeeded and he pouted.

"Hey—I did more damage than you, you just had the final hit."

"Really? Cause to me it looks like I'm your knight in shining armor."

"Nuh-uh," he spat.

"Dream. F5 right now, you're covered in arrows."

There was a pause. "Oh whatever." He hit her once and that's all it took for them to start fighting, throwing jokes and taunts at each other the whole time, eventually resulting in a satisfying win for her.

Dream was slain by Bugsy

"WHAT?! HOW?"

<Tubbo> i thogt you were on a date <Ranboo> well definitley not anymore <Ranboo> is that canon <JackManifoldTV> WOMEN

"What was that about you being better than me?" Y/n teased.

"Oh, come ON! I still had damage from the skeleton, and besides, I taught you everything you know!"

"That just makes you a very good teacher, Dream," she said sincerely and he paused, probably expecting her to insult him instead of compliment him.

"Yeah, suck up now that you've murdered me."

***

They were finally at their final stop, three hours into the stream. Not too bad on time, though this was probably the longest Minecraft date in the history of Minecraft dates. Also the best, but maybe Y/n was biased.

There was a huge tree, obviously built instead of naturally generated, with lanterns hanging down and lighting areas of the dark world around them. Under that was a checkered pattern of carpet, a single chest in the center with a potted plant sitting next to it.

"The carpet is supposed to look like a, uh, what's it called... picnic blanket?" Dream explained as they approached the scene, clearly not happy with how it turned out. "It looks weird. Nothing compared to the treehouse you built."

"We built," she corrected. "And this looks awesome, Dream," Y/n complimented. "It's is also my favorite colors."

"Yeah, I had some help from Karl on that one."

She leaned back in her chair in real life and pressed her hands to her face. Oh, it was so unfair how cute he was when he was shy like this. She glanced at chat, which only made her face go from the temperature of molten lava to basically the sun. She was going to explode.

She hummed, a little giggle coming out as well. "That's cute."

She sat (crouched) on the picnic blanket (piece of carpet) while Dream put a disc in the jukebox off to the side.

"Is that a Tommy disc?" she giggled and Dream laughed.

"No, no, no, don't worry. There shouldn't be any continuations of wars interrupting our date."

"Shouldn't be," she emphasized, noticing someone approaching them from the distance.

Dream was about to speak when Quackity reached them and quickly joined the voice channel.

"Oh no," Dream sighed. "We've come so far."

"AYYEEE WHAT'S GOING ON, MAN?!" Quackity yelled in his Mexican Dream voice, his voice bubbling with laughter. "IS THIS A DATE OR SOMETHING, MAN?"

"Quackity, go AWAY!" Dream ordered, punching the character who had stripped to his underwear. "YOU'RE INDECENT! THERE IS A LADY HERE!"

Y/n laughed, enjoying the scene of fancy Dream hitting naked Quackity away from their picnic dinner.

"I'm your waiter, I'm your waiter!" Quackity said in his normal voice, still laughing. "DREAM! WILL YOU STO— QUIT HITTING ME!"

This had turned chaotic very quickly.

"We don't need a waiter," Dream informed him.

"Then I'm the singing gram you ordered." He started singing a song and Dream groaned. "HEY THERE DELILAH WHAT'S IT LIKE IN NEW YORK CITY—"

"No! You're being a clout chaser, go away!"

"I'm honestly impressed we made it this far without anyone coming into the voice channel," Y/n admitted.

"I paid them," Dream joked.

"You did not!" Karl's voice suddenly came through and Y/n laughed. "We were all just being polite and staying away but we're getting bored! We've been so patient!"

"Yeah, hurry up! We wanna play!!!" Sapnap whined. "Dream, it's not fair for you to steal Bugsy from us for so long."

"Oh my gosh!" she exclaimed with a laugh as Dream laughed along.

"Just ten minutes! Ten more minutes!" Dream bargained but none of them would have it. "Just so I can say goodbye!"

"No!" George insisted. "Right now!"

"Look, wait, wait, hold on—"

"—hold ON!" Dream begged, watching as the three boys ran and joined Quackity by the picnic blanket.

Y/n could not stop laughing at all the avatars around them. The date had been so peaceful and cute but all good things must come to a chaotic end.

"Wait, come on, Karl, Karl, Karl," Dream said quickly. "Come here. Bug, just a sec, please. Stay right there."

"Okay," she agreed, curious to see his plan.

Karl followed him and of course Sapnap couldn't help but also join them.

"Okay," Dream whispered loudly, clearly wanting everyone to hear his offer. He crouched and the other two copied. "Just give me ten minutes—"

"Ten?" Sapnap asked loudly.

"Shhh!!! Yes, ten minutes, to say goodbye and, you know, end the date."

There was a long, thick pause. "What exactly are your intentions with Bugsy Games," Karl asked seriously, matching Dream's whisper.

"Well, I wanna make sure she gets home safe, you know, so I'm gonna drop her off and, I don't know, see if maybe.... maybe she'll give me a hug?"

Karl and Sapnap both gasped dramatically and Y/n giggled, sparing a glance at her chat who were all freaking out.

"What the hell?" Quackity said while laughing. He and George were still standing near Y/n so they were just watching the goons with her.

"Bugsy is not that kind of girl!" Sapnap protested. "You think she's just gonna give you a hug?"

"Sapnap! Do you not know how to whisper???"

George let a loud laugh slip before slapping his hand over his mouth, which his mic picked up.

"Okay, Dream, wait, so you're gonna try to... hug her?" Karl clarified. "She won't even let me hug her. Good luck."

"Well, I'm not going to force her into anything but, I don't know, she said something about holding my hand earlier so I just thought maybe there's a possibility—"

"WHAT?" Karl yelled before going back to the whisper. "Okay, okay, don't panic, but that's huge. Dadnap, a word?"

He and Sapnap broke off from Dream and formed their own huddle, except their whispers were incoherent mumblings that weren't even English.

"Oh my gosh," Y/n groaned loudly, an unmistakable laugh behind her words.

"Okay," Sapnap said, rejoining Dream. "We'll give you five minutes but if you take any longer, we're barging in and killing you."

"Yes, sir!" Dream said. "Thank you, sirs."

"Mhm. Okay, break!"

They all uncrouched in sync before Dream ran back to Y/n.

"How did it go?" she asked as if she didn't hear the entire conversation.

"Bad news," he started. "Your dad's want you home."

"Shame, I was quite enjoying my time."

Dream slowly turned towards the boys as if to glare at them for ending the date before turning back to her. "Then, maybe, I don't know, we could do this again sometime?"

"I.... think I'd like that," she said slowly, trying to tease him.

He giggled and told her he was going to drop her off at her house, even though when the date was over, they were all probably gonna mess around together anyway so there was no point in them leaving the group. But it was the thought that counted.

He ended up taking her back to the treehouse, which warmed her heart. She also noticed when they faced each other at front of the door, she could see the four other boys watching them.

"Goodnight, my sweet Bug," he said poshly.

"Goodnight, Dream." He turned away but she stopped him. "Wait!" She moved to his side and made a loud, MUAH, sound before stepping back in front of him. "A kiss on the cheek," she clarified, not wanting him to think she gave him a real kiss.

"Cute," he said under his breath, almost like he didn't mean to say it out loud. "Night night." He turned away and ran down to the others, screaming the whole way. "GUYS, DID YOU SEE THAT? BUG GAVE ME A KISS ON THE CHEEK!! OMG DID YOU SEE, DID YOU SEE?"

Chat was gonna have a field day with that. Actually, with a lot of things that had happened. Oh, she could see the clips and edits now.... oh boy.

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yandere--stuck · 4 years ago

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The god of sleep has no dreams of his own. When Hypnos sleeps, it grants him the opportunity of visiting those of others, drifting along as on a gentle river. It’s comforting. Shards and glimpses of lives that aren’t his own, of people and places that won’t ever mean the same to him, the visions indirectly threaded by his fingers. There are far too many dreams for him to make, which is why most aren’t. He brings them to sleep, and their bodies do most of the work.

Regardless, it is his domain. Every mortal needs to sleep, whether they like it or not, which makes him an inevitable part of their life. A third of every human’s day rests in his hands. As payment, all he wants to do is observe, to be in their company. (Hypnos likes humans. They don’t notice him in sleep, or worship him in their days, but he doesn’t mind. It’s easier to handle being ignored when it’s not their choice, when it’s impossible for them to notice him, rather than his mom’s cold eyes passing through him like he’s a sliver of mist.

At least when he’s among the dreams of the living, he’s less alone. There’s no judgement, but no praise either.) With how many mortals and dreams there are to go around, it’s rare for him to visit more than once. Though it’s much rarer for anyone to take note of him. Most people aren’t aware they’re dreaming while doing so, being swept along by their dreams instead of having control, but you’re not one of those. You’re blessed with lucidity, morphing bits and pieces of the experience as you go. Most importantly...

You see him. You laugh. “Well, I didn’t think I was lonely enough to make up some guy to keep me company… Guess you learn something new every day!”

In one motion, you pinch his chin between your fingers and pull his face towards yours. He lets out a surprised noise, at the fact you can touch him in the first place, and the movement itself. And it’s a high and squeaky sound, one that makes him want to curl up in his blanket and slip from this dream to the next. You make no comment on it, only smiling wider.

“Ooooh, your eyes are golden! So pretty… Glad my subconsciousness has good taste, at least.” You add the last part to yourself, laughing again.

You don’t think he’s real, just some made up character of your dream. It’s no surprise you aren’t aware that you can’t dream about someone you’ve never seen before. For now, he’s glad to have you believe that. It’d be more humiliating if you knew a god was making such a fool out of himself, heat rising to his face. His tongue is limp in his mouth. When was the last time someone called him pretty? Had anyone ever called him that, and touched him so carelessly? You save him from the burden of speaking up first.

“What’s your name? Do you have one?”

He hesitates. If you knew who he was, you wouldn’t treat him the same anymore. “I don’t! But, um-!“

Hypnos knows and accepts what others think of him, knows that he’s no good at his job or much else, but if there’s one thing he would excel in, it would be here. He straightens his back a bit from its usual slouch, the tips of his feet grazing the ground as he floats. “I’m here to make sure you’re going to have a grand old time, you know? I know aaaall about having fun in dreams! Why, you could call me an expert! At your service.”

He does this stupid little bow, and immediately regrets it. You laugh, but not at him, and people don’t usually find him this entertaining, he thinks, and if you keep this up, it will become one of his favourite sounds.

“Alright, mister dream expert,” You say with a grin. “What did you have in mind?”

He helps you float like he does, and assists you at conjuring up whatever idea pops into your brain. Hypnos expected you , but that’s not all you do. You try to ask him questions about himself, even if you supposedly don’t think he’s real, and you actually listen. And when you tell him about yourself in return, he does the same. It’s fun, he’s having a good time, and he’s disappointed when he’s jolted awake because of someone walking too close past him. He’ll have to apologise for suddenly disappearing next time. (Next time? Does he want there to be a next time?)

Hypnos makes a habit out of visiting you. You’re not always aware you’re asleep, sometimes your dreams are the same as any other human’s. He savours those days too, at the insights into your life it offers him. However, it’s most enjoyable when you look at him with bright eyes and talk to him, and laugh at things he says and joke around at this side. There’s a warm tightness in his chest around you, he’s happy, he is, but also impossibly nervous to mess up and have your smile turn into a sneer. It’s surprising you even still want to be around him, if past experience is anything to go by, he isn’t any good at not annoying people. But you’re different. You haven’t insulted him at any point, either! You must really be some blessing.

Hypnos thinks he likes you. A lot. He’s never thought of it before, whether this is allowed or not. Never considered the possibility of forming a close bond through dreams. Hypnos decides that it is, and who would he even ask, isn’t he the deity of sleep? He’ll make his own rules, number one being that it’s totally a-okay to have dream friends! That you visit and think about all the time and spend all your time thinking up new fun ideas for! And sometimes you scratch their name into the margins of your lists while zoning out! He’s getting off track. (And, well, this all seems more like a problem exclusive to him…) What he wants most is to have you down here with him, to touch you and feel something, to have you around while you’re awake and asleep.

But to do that... It would be an offense to all sacred rules to meddle directly with the path the Fates had set out for you. Perhaps they’ll have some mercy on him for being family. Either way, he’s going to falsify your cause of death in the records. He's tired of being a bystander in your life. Hypnos doubts whether you can even remember him when you wake up. He isn’t exhausted in his normal way however, it’s no tugging at his eyelids or yawns hidden behind an open palm. This hurts. It’s an ache, an empty hole beyond his ribs. Your warmth needs to fill it, he’s sure. He wouldn’t be able to stand and watch as your life blossomed, how you would inevitably love someone else, be happy and forget about him all together. (It’s unfair. He's never had anyone that wanted be anything of his. Not a friend, not family, not a lover. And now you’re here, the first to not see him as a disgrace, and now he should let himself be stopped by some old rules?) Because compared to what someone right there with you could give, what did he have to offer? If he believed everyone else, he had nothing of worth to give anyone. All he had was this love, what he thinks is love. But you laugh with him, you seem happy, and what he knows of human life is suffering. So many terrible deaths, so many unresolved emotions, so many wishes that never came to be.

Hypnos could save you from it all. You would never have to worry about anything again. But he knows how much humans fear death: It’s reflected so often in their worst nightmares, after all. The last thing he wants to do is scare you.. How surprised you’ll be at suddenly finding out he’s real, not just a figment of imagination!

He’s giddy. The two of you could have be together forever! (And if you didn’t love him back, why would you smile at him like that? Why did you always say you were happy to see him return? He has neither experience in friendships or relationships, but he shares those sentiments, so you must love him too. Otherwise… He doesn’t want to think about it .)

So he visits you. Hypnos floats above your bed, watching down upon you. He caresses your face as you rest, watching you through lidded eyes. You called him it first, but you’re pretty too. He doesn’t care about your hair being a mess, or the dried drool on your chin, or how you lay in a weird position, legs and blanket all tangled up. Your soft breaths are adorable, and he wants to coo at you, to make your face turn warm instead of his.

The thought of his brother seeing you and taking your soul makes him uncomfortable, he wants this vision of you to be only his.

Your eyes crack open with a little groan and before you have the chance to struggle or cry out, he presses a kiss against your forehead, forcing some of his raw power into your frail, mortal body.

It shouldn’t hurt. He asked. Your form was never meant to take godly powers, it’s too overwhelming, destroying you from within, and you go limp within a second. It’s like you fell asleep. A sleep so deep you will never awaken again. (i know hypnos doesn’t govern dreams his sons do but i had an Idea,, hope u enjoyed!!)

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I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!! SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO POST!!! I've had a busy past few days ^^; I also hope it's okay that I had to edit it, or it'd be a big block of text, hehe. Thank you so much again!!!! 💚💚💚)

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bigender-titan · 3 years ago

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Mundane Slice Of Life

Luz panics over her first date with Amity. Eda tries to reassure her.

Content warning for some self esteem issues and a minor line implying sex (said mostly as a joke).

AO3

After repeatedly almost dying, things were settling down a bit at the Owl House. As much as things were ever settled at the Owl House, anyway. Between King leaving empty tubs of ice cream all over the house and Lilith putting Deadwardian architecture sticky notes on every inch of the walls and Hooty being... being himself, things were still sufficiently chaotic. Eda was trying very hard to ignore King and Hooty's argument over... she didn't want to know... by sitting in her kitchen and drinking apple blood.

"Eda! I need advice!"

Eda set her cup down and snorted. "Me? A questionable decision. About what?"

"So..." Luz's cheeks were pink. Definitely asking for advice about her sweet potato. Eda smirked. "I kinda, sorta, promised Amity that after the day of unity we would go on a date together and I should probably get around to doing that soon but I don't really know how to... plan a date, so I wanted to ask. Like, how did your first date with Raine go?"

It'd been a while since she thought about that. (A lie. She daydreamed about Raine frequently.) Still, this might not be a story worth telling to Luz. It was rather... disastrous. "Um- well- that's not important, this is about you and Amity, not me and Rainstorm-"

"Our first date?" Raine called from the other side of the kitchen, where they were rummaging through cupboards. "Oh, she set me on fire."

Luz's eyes widened.

Eda huffed. "Okay, well, I was trying to set the slitherbeast on fire instead, but someone got in my way at the last second."

"And who led us into its den in the first place?" Raine crossed their arms, giving Eda a stern look. She tried her best to look angry and defensive in return, but had a difficult time suppressing her stupid smile. The overwhelming surge of affection she felt for this witch was incredibly annoying.

"Only because we had to run away from the flesh-eating beetles!"

"Eda, why were there flesh-eating beetles on our date?"

"I thought it was the wrong season for them to be active!" Raine raised an eyebrow at her. "Lilith told me she read that in one of her nerd books, blame her!"

Luz cleared her throat before Raine could retaliate, or before Lilith could jump in to defend herself. "Someday, you two are going to have to tell me this story. Your first date sounds like a total disaster." Her face fell at the last few words.

"It was," Raine agreed.

Almost inaudibly, Luz said "Mine probably will be too."

"Hey, ours was a disaster, but they still fell in love with me!"

Raine heaved a deep sigh. "But I still fell in love with her."

After pecking them on the cheek, Eda walked over to put a hand on Luz's shoulder. "Amity will still like you even if this date doesn't go well, Luz."

Grabbing fistfuls of her hair and pulling, Luz began to pace. "It has to go well! You don't get it! Amity is the best girlfriend ever and I need to give her a date as awesome as she deserves. I asked her out in front of a sobbing Hooty after destroying a Tunnel of Love. I ran away after she first kissed me on the cheek, I dragged her into the whole thing with Belos, I almost got her killed how many times? I have not been doing a good job as her girlfriend and I need to change that now, okay!?"

"Kid." Eda took Luz's hands out of her hair and held them. "Luz. You're a great girlfriend to Amity. I can't believe you don't know that already, you goob. You helped her defeat Grom so she didn't have to be on her own, you nearly got eaten by a bookworm just to let her keep her job, you send her all those weird messages that she loves for whatever reason, you actually communicate with her about your problems, you joined a fight club to help her prove herself to her father, and let's not forget- you saved her from being grounded by climbing through her window like a damn princess. You are a sickeningly sweet and caring girlfriend and this date will be great as long as you keep being the dork she fell for, okay?"

Luz sniffed. "You really think that?"

Gently, she shoved Luz's arm. "Duh."

"O-okay. Where do you think I should take her?"

"You know her better than I do, kid. You'd know better what she wants."

"Don't take her for a picnic on the Knee. You might encounter flesh-eating beetles." Raine shuddered.

Eda shook her head. "Will you let that go already?"

Luz's face lit up. "Oh! A picnic would actually be neat. Not on the Knee. I was thinking near the Bonesborough Brawl, that tree over there? It's really pretty, and it's where we danced together for Grom, remember?"

She did remember. She distinctly remembered watching them twirl around and muttering to King, those witches gay, good for them. "That's a great idea, kid."

Luz smiled. "I'll... uh... ask her out, then." She typed something out on her weird human device. "Now, if you two are being entirely unhelpful on how to plan a first date, I'll go ask Lilith how hers went." She turned towards the door.

"Nah, don't ask her. Lilith hasn't been on one. She doesn't really like people like that, you know?"

"Oh, alright."

Hooty crashed through the door. "Luz! Do you want to hear about my first date?"

"No!" Luz jumped back and shuddered.

Eda shuddered too as the memories struck her. "Yeah, you're better off not knowing. Well, let's forget Hooty ever mentioned that! Want help packing some food for your picnic?"

"Give her apple blood," Raine offered. "Foolproof flirting method."

Yeah. Yeah, that did work. Luz grabbed two boxes and put them in a basket. Then, she set to work making sandwiches. Eda grinned at her and went to put an arm around Raine. "Look at our kid, all set to go on her first date with her sweet potato."

They smiled back. "Are you going do the mom thing where you threaten to hex Amity into next week if she hurts Luz?"

"Nah. I've considered it, but Luz is perfectly capable of hexing Amity into next week herself if that happens."

"I don't think it will. Those two like each other a lot."

Before Eda could reply, Hooty called out. "Luz, your girlfriend's here, hoot hoot!"

Luz turned bright red as soon as Amity walked into the room. "Sweet potato! Uh. Hi. Hey. Hello."

"Hey, Luz."

"Sooo... I wanted to ask..." Luz scratched the back of her neck. "You know how I promised to take you on a super mundane, slice of life date? I, uh, wanted to ask if you wanted to go for a picnic together, by that tree we danced to at Grom, I packed food-" She lifted up the basket. "-and the place is really pretty, uh, like you-"

Amity leaned over to kiss Luz on the forehead. "That sounds great, sweet potato! Let's go!"

Luz, still blushing like a tomato, took Amity's hand and began to walk.

"Have fun, you two!" Eda called. "And remember to use protectio-"

"Eda!"

#embarrassing mom eda my beloved #also! raeda date was chaotic af it's canon now #because i said so #lumity #raeda #toh fanfiction

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Seeing Red | bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x reader (part 7)

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4) (part 5) (part 6)

series summary: bucky used to brag that he didn’t have a celebrity crush, or really care about famous people at all, which is what made him the perfect person to start working for a celebrity like yourself. except, of course, it’s just his luck that he’d fall for you.

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warnings: um just implied smut and fluff and a reference to bdsm I guess?? but it's pretty chill overall

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y/n.y/l/n okay first of all, it takes an act of god to get a picture of this guy smiling, but it’s always worth it. he really changed everything for me and I can’t thank him enough for that. so happy ❤️

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caroldanvers 😍😍😍

flowercrowny/n oh my god this is so sweet i’m gonna cry

1 HOUR AGO

He smiled as he stared down at the post you’d made, remembering how much effort you’d put into finding the perfect picture (in your opinion; he thought he looked kinda dopey in it) as well as writing and re-writing your caption.

The speed at which your post gained likes and comments was inconceivable to him; even more impressive was the speed at which gossip rags were picking up the story. Sure enough, his phone’s alerts to new headlines about you were not only going off like crazy, but had started to include news about himself as well.

Y/N Y/L/N Shocks With Romantic Instagram Post, Confirms Dating Rumors

You’ll Never Guess Which Hollywood Starlet Is Dating Her Driver

Who is James Barnes? Everything We Know About Y/N Y/L/N’s New Beau

Skimming one of the articles, he was impressed at how much information they’d managed to get without actually getting anything from you or him. Born in Brooklyn, disabled Army veteran, worked a list of odd jobs before becoming your driver and bodyguard. ‘No social media presence, prefers to keep a low profile’ one of them said; you can say that again, Bucky chuckled to himself when he read it.

He found another from People and didn’t particularly appreciate that it spent half the time going through all your past exes and rumored partners (turned out ‘rumored’ is a fancy word for ‘a bunch of fans deluded themselves so hard that it somehow turned into news without any proof necessary’). But he still smiled when he got to the part that was actually about you and him.

‘The relationship is pretty new but they’re so happy together,’ a source close to the couple reported.

Close indeed; that statement came from your publicist, who he’d never even meet.

‘He’s a very private guy and she’s got this huge following, so they’re sort of an odd couple in that way, but she knows her fans are respectful and will let them have their own life outside of the spotlight.’

Bucky wasn’t sure that the respectfulness of fans was such a given here, but he hoped you were right. To be fair, they’d been very sweet on your original post insofar.

However, when he scrolled to the bottom of the celebrity magazine articles and realized they had their own comments section, he discovered that they were a little less forgiving than the ones on your Instagram.

Is this the best she thinks she can do? So sad tbh :(

a military guy…. yikes, she could get any guy she wants and she goes for a murderer.

He looks like a hobo that found a coupon for a free haircut lol

I don’t buy it, I know she’ll always love Pietro!

Pietro being your former co-star that so many of your fans were convinced was actually your soulmate. From what he’d heard from you, those speculations had made things so uncomfortable between the two of you that it killed your friendship. Those were nothing, though, compared to the comments about someone you actually had dated.

she’s obviously not over sam… they were so good together

He’d better watch out for her ex, he still likes tweets about her and they have so much chemistry

Wait, she’s not still with Sam Wilson?? I could’ve sworn they’d been dating for, like, five years.

You were scrolling through your phone with a smile as you walked past where he was sitting on the couch, and he just couldn’t help himself from asking even though he knew it wasn’t the best idea. “Do I need to worry about this Sam thing?” he blurted out, trying to play it cool and not sound too anxious. “People are really obsessed with you two…”

“Sam and I…” you sighed, staring off into space for a second. He made himself anxious imagining what you were thinking about in that moment. “I haven’t talked to him in… years? I think it’s just because our relationship was so public that people are still talking about it. And it had a lot of gossip material— we did a movie together, people thought it was sweet that we got together during production, it was great promotion for the picture… and from the outside, we made a lot of sense for each other. But he has his own problems. I loved him, but… he wasn’t ever going to be a one-girl kinda guy.”

“But you’re not just any one girl. You’re… you know, you,” he emphasized.

“You’ve been reading too many headlines,” you shook your head as you sat down beside him. “Please don’t turn into one of those guys who thinks of me as a celebrity first. Before that—” you pointed to your own name where it was bolded on his screen in the trending topics page of Twitter— “was popping up on movie posters and in gossip magazines, it was just my name. And I’m not perfect. Not even close.”

Bucky sighed and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into him and holding you tightly. “And before I knew you were famous, or rich, or incredibly talented, I was totally obsessed with you just for who you are.”

“You’re too fucking amazing,” you sighed as you held his face and gave him a gentle kiss— the kind of kiss that instantly melted his heart and banished his worries. When you pulled back and looked up at him with a smile, it was like everything else just… faded away. “Don’t read the comments, okay? None of them matter.”

He smiled and brushed his thumb over your cheek, overwhelmed by not only the softness of your skin but of your spirit as well. In all his life he’d never been handled so… gently, with so much care. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me,” he mumbled, not even really realizing he’d said it aloud until you gave him a beaming smile.

“I can’t believe you’re my boyfriend,” you giggled pridefully.

“Seriously? I can… very easily believe it,” he scoffed.

“I just mean… you’re so…” you searched for the words. “You’re actually good to me, that’s the thing. I’m not used to that.”

“You deserve the world,” he assured. “I’m just gonna keep trying to give you as much of it as I can find.”

He watched his hand trail over your face, down your neck and to your chest where he played with the hem of your t-shirt.

"It's odd to know there are millions of people who are jealous of me,” he admitted quietly, remembering some aggressive comments from some very angry dudes who had apparently also watched your nude scene a few too many times.

"Do you like it? Do you like how it feels to know you're making them angry every time you touch me?"

"Couldn't care less," he refuted. "Nobody else matters when I'm touchin' you."

“Do you maybe wanna… touch me a little more about it?” you smirked, opening your legs slightly in invitation.

“Always.”

Bucky had, thankfully, not let the newfound fame get to his head. In fact, he had demanded that the two of you hunker down in the house, since he feared that going out would lead to being recognized. What he apparently hadn’t anticipated was that that might not be enough.

“Will you get that?” you requested when the gate buzzed, too wrapped up in the book you were reading to answer the intercom.

He hopped up and held down the button to communicate with the gate speaker. “Who is it?” he asked.

“I’ve got a delivery from Anjappar Chettinad on 23rd?”

Bucky didn’t even reply before hitting the green button and granting access to the driveway. BEEP BEEP BEEP! you heard the gate signal its opening, and the car pulling around up to the door. Bucky didn’t open it until there was a knock, greeting the delivery guy with a smile and the necessary cash.

“I’ve got a lamb korma, hyderabadi mutton dum biryani and an order of— woah,” the man suddenly stopped, staring at Bucky’s face. “Are you��?’

“Hungry? Yes,” he frowned.

“You’re the guy dating— holy shit, congrats man,” he beamed, smacking Bucky on the shoulder pridefully before leaning in with a mischievous smirk. “Say, is she a freak or what?”

“She is,” you piped up from the couch, making both men turn their heads; but one was chuckling while the other looked mortified. “You better not have forgotten my paneer pakora or I’m gonna chain you up and whip you.”

“Uh, I— no, I got it right here,” he promised weakly, handing the bag over to Bucky and starting to dash away before Bucky grabbed his arm, making the smaller man whimper fearfully.

“You forgot the money,” Bucky reminded him gruffly, stuffing the bills into the driver’s front pocket.

Finally, he let go, and the delivery man instantly pulled away, rubbing his arm and looking a bit like a kicked puppy as he went back to his car and drove away.

“You didn’t need to scare him that bad,” Bucky chuckled.

“I could say the same to you! Grabbing somebody with the metal arm like that will put the fear of God into them pretty fast.”

“I didn’t mean to grab him that hard,” he admitted, examining the prosthetic hand as he came back to the couch with the bag of food, handing it to you while he focused on watching his motorized fingers curl and uncurl. “I think I need to get this thing recalibrated… it’s been bugging out lately.”

“I dunno, it was working just fine last night,” you smiled, remembering how delightfully cool those fingers felt inside you.

Bucky seemed to miss it entirely, though, as he stared off into space. “I can’t believe I got… recognized.”

“You’re a star,” you winked. “And not just with random delivery drivers. I’ve had a lot of press requests, everybody wants to be the first one to get nice pictures of us together— we’ve had a dozen event invites as a couple.”

“Seriously?!” he scoffed, snapping back to reality slightly enough

“Yeah, and look what came in same-day mail this morning!” You leaned over to shuffle through the mail on the side table before finding and handing him a letter in a gold-embossed envelope, watching him read what you knew was inside.

The Hollywood Foreign Press Association extends an invitation to Y/N Y/L/N and James Barnes to the annual Grant Banquet in support of the Young Artists Fund.

“It seems like a good first event for us,” you explained. “Relatively small and low stakes, it’s for a good cause…”

“Are you sure I’m ready to be, you know… seen? By people?”

You scoffed, hardly believing how insecure he could be sometimes. “You look great, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Will I have to talk to anybody other than you?” he asked, grimacing as if that were a form of brutal torture.

“Probably,” you admitted.

His frown deepened. “What if I say the wrong thing?”

“I’m not that worried about you,” you smirked. “You’re a lot better at this stuff than you think you are.”

“I don’t have anything to wear…”

You smirked, a little too proud of yourself, when you remembered the email your publicist had forwarded to you just this morning. “Hugo Boss will pay you $1500 to wear one of their suits on the carpet.”

“They’ll pay me to wear free clothes?” he repeated with wide eyes.

“Yeah, that’s one of the cooler things about fame,” you laughed. “I make a grand every time I wear this watch outside!”

“I guess I should send them my measurements then…” he trailed off. “Any chance I can get in on that watch deal?”

“No, but you can make $50 by getting papped at Jamba Juice.”

He paused for a moment, scratching the back of his neck as he thought. “Is the smoothie comped?”

“I don’t know. Do you want me to ask?”

“...kinda…” he admitted with a shy smile.

“Well, I will, and I’ll RSVP to this invite saying we’ll be there next week,” you decided as you started to open up the food, but Bucky stopped you by reaching for your hands.

“Are we really doing this?” he asked.

“If you want to,” you mitigated.

“Of course I do. I guess I have to accept that you’re actually willing to be seen with me,” he chuckled. “It’s just sort of hard to believe.”

You leaned in and kissed him; it was meant to be a casual, reassuring peck but he held you closer and you melted into him, moaning softly at his touch as you started to climb into his lap.

“The food’s gonna get cold,” he reminded you with a mumble against your lips.

Unfortunately, your literal hunger was a bit too strong to ignore, even with the growing intensity of a metaphorical hunger for Bucky. “Alright,” you relented, getting off of him and returning your attention to the meal on the table. “Just know that I really, really want to be seen together, in public, just in case anybody missed the news about us already. I’m not embarrassed by you or afraid you’re going to do something dumb. I…”

One of those words that can’t be unsaid started to bubble up in your throat and you coughed, banishing the thought.

“I really like you. I think we have something special.”

He smiled gently, giving you one more kiss on the cheek. “I think so, too.”

Since this was slightly less of a big deal than a premiere or press tour, you had managed to convince your styling team to let you dress yourself, which was why he was laying on the bed and talking to you through the bathroom door while you put on your gown.

“Do you want me to hire a new driver?” you prompted him, voice muffled slightly as he imagined your head covered in the fabric, trying to navigate through the dress. “I don’t want you to feel… I don’t know, like a servant?”

“A servant? You’re still paying me,” he reminded you. “You are still paying me, right?”

“Yes,” you laughed, “but still, I would hate it if you felt like staff. You’re my boyfriend!”

(His heart still fluttered every time you said it.)

“No new driver,” he decided. “I can drive just fine, and considering how things went between us… let’s not open the door for anybody else,” he smirked, making you laugh in that way you did when he made a stupid joke but you still liked it somehow.

“Okay, sure, but what about being my bodyguard? Is that too weird?” you continued.

“God no,” he scoffed, “if anything I’m gonna be better at my job than ever. As your boyfriend, keeping you safe is my job, but since keeping you safe was already my job… it’s, like, doubled-up now.”

He lost his train of thought when you opened the door.

“How do I look?” you asked as you stepped in and gave him a spin in your new dress. Your whole body was draped in red silk, with the exception of your back which was almost entirely exposed, as if it were begging him to run his fingers down your spine.

“Like everything I ever wanted,” he blurted out before he could stop himself.

And it was so odd that you questioned his desire to drive you, because those moments where he could steer with one hand and rest the other on your thigh, when he could catch a glimpse of you looking out the window at the city rolling by, when he got to listen to you ramble about something to kill the time during a drive; those were his favorite moments, and he wouldn’t trade them for anything.

After a relatively brief trip, you arrived at the venue, and all of a sudden he was doing what he’d fantasized about more than he’d like to admit: escorting you down a red carpet. It was almost overwhelming— yelling, chattering, reporters speaking into camera, flashes going off in every direction—

“Hey,” you whispered, bringing your hand up to his cheek and instantly taking all his attention.

“Hey,” he returned.

“Just follow my lead,” you instructed.

“That was the plan.”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n

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