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Beach Day!!
Been thinking about what Aph and the Ro'meave's would have been like when they lived near each other, and I thought of Zianna and Sylvania taking them to the beach one summer <3
close ups!!
#cricket_hole#art#mystreet#drawing#garroth ro'meave#headcannons#zane ro'meave#mystreet fanart#aphmau#artwork#zane aphmau#garroth romeave#mystreet babies#baby au#aphmau fanart#aphmau mystreet#beach#beach day#zane romeave#sorry 4 no vlyad </3#i honestly really dont like this one LMAO#its trash and rushed
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sooo two days late here's my thing for @sketchbookweek Day 2 - Past/Future / Hilda
uhh this one is a fic, unfortunately for everyone. the fic part is. under the cut. I'm gonna go hide in my fridge now byeee
In which Hilda reflects on how life has changed since she left the wilderness.
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The wilderness never seemed to change, when Hilda returned there. Sure, new plants sprung up and new creatures made their homes there, it was one mountain short and a few woodland paths had become overgrown in her absence (which made trekking through them more fun, actually), but everything that mattered was still there.
The trees cast dappled patterns on the ground the way she remembered as she made her way underneath them. The grass felt the same underfoot, just like when she’d walked these paths as a child, even after all these years. There was the same gentle breeze rustling her jacket and catching in her hair, the same sense of peace that settled in her soul, that told her she was back where she belonged.
It was all just as it had been the day she left. Well, except for one thing -
“You’re it!”
Hilda jumped as something small and pink crashed into the back of her leg, slightly knocking her off-balance. Before she could react, her little sister bounded away from her, taking off up the forest path.
“Wha - hey!” Hilda called after her with mock-indignation, while Mattie ran further up the trail, giggling gleefully.
“You can’t catch meeee!”
Hilda grinned. “Oh, it’s on,” she said, getting ready to break into a run. Before she could move, she heard Mum’s voice ring out behind her.
“Hilda, just don’t go too far, okay?” She called, making Hilda turn her head. She and Kaisa were standing at a fork in the path several yards back, but in the quiet of the forest, her voice carried easily. “We’re going to find somewhere to set up the picnic.”
Beside her, Kaisa shifted the picnic basket she was carrying in her arms, watching Mattie ping-pong around the woods with an amused expression.
“You know you’re about to be outrun by a six-year-old,” she pointed out helpfully.
Hilda stuck her tongue out at her.
“Yeah, we won’t go too far,” she called back to Mum, turning on her heel and locking eyes with the six-year-old in question.
Mattie, who seemed to have come to a stop while the others were talking, shrieked in delight and took off running. Hilda shook her head fondly. Maybe being in the wilderness really was doing some good for her. They hadn’t been able to play like this back at home.
“Hey, wait up!” She called, running after her.
Mattie pivoted on her toe and fixed her with a grin.
“Nope!”
Hilda wasn’t sure what else she had been expecting, really.
She ran after her at a leisurely pace - making sure to stay just slow enough to let Mattie get a decent lead - watching as the girl ducked in and out of bushes and getting the odd spike in heart-rate as she tripped over a tree root and righted herself at the last second, only to take off again. She’d gotten quite far ahead now, to the point she was barely visible through the expanse of trees. It wasn’t as if Hilda had to worry about losing her, anyway, not with her high-pitched giggles carrying through the trees like some kind of sonar. That child couldn’t be stealthy to save her life.
Until Mattie ducked out of sight, and the laughter stopped.
Hilda came to a stop for a moment, feeling the silence grow uncomfortably heavy.
“Mattie?” She called out, to no reply.
Cautiously, Hilda picked up the pace, pushing past the now thinning-out trees. She knew from experience that there was nothing dangerous - or at least, nothing that dangerous - out here, but this felt off, to say the least. Laughter and shouting she could deal with, but as far as she could remember, “quiet” was not a word that ever appeared next to Mattie in a sentence.
Turning the corner though, she could suddenly see why. Instinctively Hilda slowed to a halt.
Of course. Of course it was here.
Up ahead of her, where the trees thinned out, was the Northern Elf County. And just behind it, even more tattered and broken than she remembered, lay her old house.
The wilderness had almost fully reclaimed it now. Moss and lichen covered every inch of the decaying boards, the remaining wreckage of pipes and wood sunken into the earth. Weeds had sprung up around it, including a blue nettle which had woven itself through the debris like a fine thread. If it hadn’t been hers, she might not have known it used to be a house at all.
Just in front of it stood the small form of her sister, seemingly locked in place. Hilda watched as she stood there a moment, not moving an inch. Then, slowly, Mattie turned her head to look back at her, a slightly fearful look in her eyes.
“Oh - oh,” Hilda hastily closed the gap between them, putting an arm around her sister, which the child promptly latched onto. “Hey, it’s okay!” She said quickly. “It’s not scary.” She smiled at her reassuringly, knowing Mattie wouldn’t fear it if she didn’t. “This is just my old house.”
Still clutching her sleeve, Mattie blinked, the frightened look in her eyes melting into something resembling curiosity. She looked between Hilda and the ruins, a tiny crease forming on her brow. Then -
“It’s quite small,” she said quietly.
Hilda snorted.
“It was bigger when I lived in it,” she replied, dropping down roughly onto the grass. Though she still looked unsure, Mattie followed suit, crossing her legs under herself while maintaining a grip on her sister’s arm.
“It used to be a little cabin,” Hilda explained. “Our great-grandad built it. It’s where me and Mum lived before we moved to Trolberg.”
“…Oh,” Mattie replied, looking again at the heap. Her grip on the sleeve had relaxed, and Hilda exhaled in relief. It was a good sign Mattie was speaking a bit more, even if a little confused-sounding. Now she thought of it, Hilda wasn’t entirely sure she’d talked about her old life to her little sister before. It had all been over long before she had been born, after all.
Beside her, Mattie tilted back on the grass, staring at the ruins as if trying to picture them as something other than wreckage and moss. But she looked more curious than confused now.
“Did you like it there?” She asked.
Hilda followed her sister’s eye-line to the wreckage, and sighed. “Yeah. Yeah, I did.”
She sat back on her hands, the grass soft under her fingers, and lifted her gaze to the horizon that was so achingly familiar.
“We always had the best view of the woff-migration,” she said, noticing with a smile how her sister perked up immediately (and making a small mental note to find a good spot for woff-watching later). “And it was always so peaceful out here. It felt like it was just me and Mum and Twig in the whole world.”
“Why did you leave then?”
“Oh, um,” Hilda paused for a moment, wondering if this was straying into too-scary-for-a-six-year-old territory. “Well…” she hazarded, “... a giant kind of trod on our house. Accidentally,” she said. “It was sort of my fault, I was trying to help him find someone - that sort of thing doesn’t happen anymore, though,” she added quickly, seeing her sister’s eyes had gone wide.
To her relief though, her words didn’t seem to have the impact she’d feared. After a moment Mattie just hummed thoughtfully, turning back to the cabin remains.
“That’s sad,” she said quietly.
Hilda hummed softly, watching the spot on the horizon that had once been hidden behind the cabin roof.
“Yeah,” she agreed. “Yeah, I was pretty sad about it for a while.”
A stray breeze ruffled the grass around them, making the blue nettle sway. If she squinted she could almost still see what it had looked like before, the patches of warm amber light that shone from the windows at night and the spot where Twig would curl up by the fire. They were probably sitting right where she’d met a troll for the first time.
Beside her, Mattie shifted slightly, bringing her swiftly back to reality.
“Oh, but - I mean - it wasn’t all bad,” Hilda added quickly, wondering if this might also be a bit much for a six-year-old. “I still got to go on adventures. And I got to meet Frida and David, and Tontu and..”
Hilda trailed off, lost in thought. Now she thought about it, so much of the life she knew now had only come after they moved.
In the wilderness it had just been her and Mum and Twig, and she had never wanted - never even contemplated - anything more. But from there her family had only grown. First with Alfur, then Tontu and…then Kaisa, and sometime later down the line, Mattie too. Somehow, despite spending her life bringing home all manner of strange creatures to join the household, that had been the biggest surprise. Not just the slightly scary witch from the library coming to live with them (which, yeah, to begin with had felt kind of weird), but how much things had changed with her.
It had taken a while, of missing the wilderness and feeling awkward about all the changes going on, but before long she’d had to admit that life was better with this new family in it.
Little moments were coming back to her, as she sat there in the grass in the afternoon sun - Mattie had gotten bored and got up to investigate the elf village by this point, tip-toeing around the tiny houses with the utmost care - not moments from her life in the cabin, but what had come since. What couldn’t have been if they’d stayed.
…Struggling through homework at the kitchen table last thing on a Sunday night with Kaisa (in theory helping but usually just joining her in staring at her textbook in despair). Forlornly muttering something along the lines of not being smart enough for this, only for Kaisa to take her head out of her hands to look at her with a glare that could bore through steel.
“Hildie. I studied advanced transmutation magic to the nineteenth level and I have never in my life seen something as fucking complicated as this,” she deadpanned, while Hilda subsided into giggles. “Seriously. I’m going to hex your maths teacher.”
…Sometime after they had returned from the Fairy Isle, standing at the doorway of the flat, open-mouthed, watching as Mum reached for a book off the high shelf with her feet not quite touching the floor. Opening her mouth to call out in excitement before feeling a gentle tap on her shoulder.
“You know she’ll only worry that other people might see,” Kaisa whispered, having somehow silently appeared beside her. Kaisa turned her gaze back to Mum, a loving look in her eyes, and Hilda had the distinct impression that she hadn’t been the first to notice.
“Let’s just let her have this, for now.”
…A year before that, hovering uncertainly by her parents' bedroom door, the morning after they had left for the hospital, excited and a bit scared and a well of emotions stirring in her chest. Mum and Kaisa calling her in with hushed voices and her climbing onto the bed in the early morning sun, cuddling up to them and the bundle in their arms and being assured that everything was fine, Mum was fine, and “Why don’t you say hello?” and… everything stopping as she laid eyes on her sister for the very first time.
Coming back to the present moment, Hilda watched as her now more grown sister cautiously approached the blue nettle and very gently ran a finger over its petals. How strange that something beautiful could grow out of so much loss.
After a moment of inspecting the nettle, Mattie turned back to Hilda and pointed at it excitedly.
“Hildie! There’s a blue nettle!” She called.
“Oh wow, really?” Hilda called back in feigned surprise. “Is that good?”
“Yep!” Seemingly satisfied with what she’d found, Mattie started making her way back towards her, carefully dodging the elf houses as she went.
“Tildy says they’re good for magic, but I didn’t want to take it because…” She paused as she stepped over the final elf house, teetering a little as she cleared it. “...Because there’s only one and the elves might like it being there.”
Briefly Hilda remembered the last time she had tried to take a plant from an elf settlement without permission, and had to agree.
“Yeah, I think that was a nice thing to do,” she told her. Mattie smiled, then plonked herself down by Hilda’s side again.
“So…” Hilda said, once her sister was settled. She nodded her head towards the ruins. “Not scary?”
“Nope, not scary,” Mattie replied, a hint of pride in her voice. “I bet it was nice there. Blue nettles only grow in nice places.” She was quiet for a moment, then -
Hilda felt the familiar weight of her sister leaning into her arm.
“Sorry your house got stepped on, Hildie” Mattie said softly. “ ’Specially after you were nice to the giant. It’s not fair.”
“Aw, Mattie,” Hilda smiled, wrapping an arm around her little sister and pulling her to her side. Mattie snuggled in, contentedly burying her cheek in Hilda’s jacket. “It’s okay, don’t worry about it.”
She turned to look at the girl beside her, all bright eyes and a curious smile. It was hard to believe she’d had a life before where she wasn’t in it.
“You know…”
Hilda lifted her gaze, laying eyes on her old house and, for the first time, feeling something other than mourning. Something much warmer and kinder, and unshakingly certain.
“I wouldn’t change it for the world.”
#its still about sketchbook Trust Me#but yeah i totally took the opportunity to shoehorn mattie in there and i dont regret it fdhfd#these both couldve done with more polish but i just wanna get it out before i have a chance to overthink it anymore#woe extremely self-indulgent fic be upon ye#sketchbookweek#sketchbookweek2024#art tag#mattie#hilda ocs tag#also i rushed soo much of the drawing but in my defense drawing hilda's old trashed house is horrible#no wonder they only showed it like 3 times in the show fr#mattieverse
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After Azran Legacy Descole was left with a lot of clothes, personal items, and various souvenir trinkets left behind by the other former passengers of the Bostonious none of which was ever properly retrieved due to the groups sudden parting.
Rather than throwing it all out Descole has been trying to covertly return all items back to their original owners and because it’s Descole he’s probably returning the objects and whatnot in the most complicated way possible over a period of time.
Auroras stuff in particular remains safely stored in a box on the Bostonious.
#professor Layton#jean descole#desmond sycamore#gens musings#wowie headcanons :)#azran legacy#i was thinking about how everyone in the bostonious crew was suckered into buying one of those popono souvenirs#and how Des was ultimately left with a hoard of them because there's no way that anyone got to properly collect their stuff#before having to rush off to the Azran sanctuary#thoroughly amused by the thought of Des trying to offload some of this stuff for way longer than needbe bc hes trying to be sneaky about it#like maybe he could just throw it away but absolutely has this lingering sense of guilt especially with more of the personal items#that would've belonged to the various members that he would now have context for#like idk Des is just standing over the trash with like a teddy bear that Luke owns n he cant bring himself to properly toss it#and raymonds like why dont we just mail them back#n des is like “akshdkajshdkjahsdkhasdk its stupud little beady little eyes have won this encounter- u win this time sir cuddles-”#“had i not known the context of your origins you would have been in a landfill by now”#wonder if emmy wouldve gotten any photos developed on their trip bc oooh the evil thought of des having to review them b4 sending them back#I think there was no attempt to toss auroras stuff at any point i think the guilt would actually kill him#most of her stuff would just comprised of souvenirs gained over the trip#HELP HELP HELP I ELABORATED TOO MUCH IN THE TAGS SORRY
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Seeing Hi Fi Rush trending on twitter and getting nominated for the gaming awards really reminds me of that brief time No Straight Roads fans and Hi Fi Rush fans were at war over their respective games.
And it was annoying...
#c's thoughts#i say this as someone who likes nsr#but it was annoying seeing fans trash hfr to prop up nsr#i get the game is underrated and doesn't deserve the bashing and comparisons#but bashing it was not helping anything#nsr is good on its own merits#fandom salt#no straight roads#hi fi rush
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btw americans if you wanna support your library and want to watch a well known movie without pirating it you can usually find it on hoopla or kanopy if your library has an ecard system.
most of the time you don't even have to leave the house to apply for an ecard. if your library doesn't have hoopla (or you want access to kanopy, or a bigger audiobook/digital book library in general) most of the time you can look up "[your county name] reciprocal borrow program" and apply for a neighboring county's library ecards and use their digital libraries. you usually don't have to leave the house to apply for these either!
#dont even get me started on museum passes bruh#< - slowly having a library usage obsession#this is like the dopamine rush of shopping to me rn#color.txt#my county kind of has a trash ass digital library but the reciprocal borrow is like up to 14+ libraries its insane.#you could also (if you know a good library) pay for a library card as out of state but idk why youd do that unless u just like it#i wonder if you could use a us card as a non usian through this
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"It's not fair that we laughed together yet you cried alone"
I saw this on TikTok, thoughts?
I'm doing a big think... And it might be a stretch but it makes me think abt like krs!Cale and og!Cale ,, but maybe that's because I'm like , obsessed w them
But like
Just ?? Imagine krs has this underlying guilt that he got to have so many things and so many people that cherish him ?? After coming to understand that og!Cale was just misunderstood and trying to make himself worthy of love in his own way.
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Their villa was filled with life, petty bickering and the sound of laughter ringing out into the halls. Cale had excused himself for a brief escape, closing himself off in his room for a few moments to settle himself.
It wasn't that he didn't enjoy their company nor was it what he didn't want to be there. He felt... guilty.
What about Cale Henituse?
He had made the most out of it after waking up in the body of a character from a novel he read. He knew the first few volumes of the book quite well, and the owner of the body that he took over... was shallow. Cale Henituse, written as a drunk bastard there to ensure the meeting between Choi Han, the assassin, and his son. There was nothing more than Roksoo could do other than take whatever the author had fed him. There was nothing more to the character. Cale Henituse was a pebble swallowed by the rapids of the storyline, when others were boulders making ripples with their existences.
But then he had the chance to meet the man. The man whose words were uncouth, yet elegant. Whose actions were brash and violent....
Yet he couldn't find it in himself to dislike the character. No matter how trashy his past actions were or how harsh his words would stab at people, Roksoo could tell. There was something more. Something that the author failed to tell him.
To him, Cale Henituse was not just a shallowly written minor villain. He became more than that.
He sees it in the way the man's eyes never reflected the same disgust, and he sees it in the way he would care for others in his own.. round about way.
He was horribly misunderstood.
(Roksoo knows... After all, he and Cale are definitely kindred souls).
He could see it in the way Cale's family still loved him unconditionally, carefully wading through murky water to try to pull him away from whatever kept trying to drown him. Their eyes were wary, but despite all that, they were happy. Happy to just have the chance to be around him.
(he felt so guilty soaking in their love when they held on for so long in hopes of reaching Cale Henituse).
How was it fair? That he was able to build a family of his own using the burnt remains of the original's relationships as foundation.
Cale Henituse had treaded water for hours on end, trying to keep himself afloat without bringing others down with him. He was so blinded by the panic and adrenaline that he could not see how his family tried to save him. Instead, he set everything he had aflame in hopes of keeping himself warm.
All of the tantrums and all of his trashy behaviour were just fronts to keep his family from going down with him.
Roksoo could understand Cale ever so slightly. He understood the need to keep others away to protect them from himself.
So how was it fair that he and his family could laugh together, when Cale Henituse had cried alone?
Roksoo had opened his eyes one day and taken this life and moulded it into whatever he wanted. He had greedily taken the opportunity to start anew, uncaring of the previous owner because for all he knew, the man was trash.
He wasn't. He was scared. Cale Henituse was so, so painfully misunderstood.
He was a child. A child who tried to keep the flames going to warm his family. Whose hands became charred and blistered from desperately trying to keep those burning embers from dying.
Cale Henituse was a man who loved his family so much that he chose to push them away to bear the brunt of whatever forces so that they could live easily.
And that made him so guilty.
Roksoo had it all while Cale gave it away, only keeping one thing to himself.
And that one? The soul of his passed mother? Does not even remember him.
"Human?" Raon's voice broke him out of his thoughts, the little dragon's round head pushing into his arms.
Right. He was Cale now. They were celebrating.
"was I gone for too long?"
"yeah, I came to get you!"
"mm, thank you"
thank you thank you thank you... for giving me this chance, Cale Henituse.
#hes just#misunderstood...#i wolw up recently so if theres any mostakes and stuff#i blame that#as you can see#i like fire and water ig???#i dont have coherant thoughts until like 3 am#tcf#trash of the count's family#cale henituse#lout of the count’s family#lcf#tcf cale#asks#salaapaoo fic ideas#putting that so all the writing stuff can be together#thank you so mucj for sendinf an ask!!!!!! its so exciting#rushed ending ig???
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Feeling very girl fail and i don't even think it's in a post ironic way
#this is venty and its my blog/diary so im not even going to apologize#but i will put the vent in the tags#not gonna have my steddie bang fic done by deadline (shocker since its tomorrow)#ive been struggling with it for months so its not even a surprise but my motivation to write has been trash this month especially#and not to be externally motivated on main or anything but the lack of response while posting has been daunting#i get thats the wip culture and a very sincere and heartfelt ily to the people who have been following along but yeah#were in a motivation valley is what im saying and its getting hard to push through to the finish line#but i guess since im definitely gonna fail can drag out some of the scenes i was planning to rush through for the sake of the deadline
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Tbh, can't believe I'm cutting ties with Fnaf before Batim.
#em.txt#negative#all thr fnaf stuff that's come outta my rbs since the anniversary have just been queued. my queue is huge it takes a bit#anyways#bendy has given me pounds of grief & a lot of it is my fault for like. falling in love with a proof lf concept#& not waiting for the game to come out in full & rushing in to each chapter looking for hints#to a conclusion i made up in my mind & was never ever coming. the ending to game one is quite trash#& while the sequel tries to make the ending in 1 worthwhile it's too little too late#because while a sequel can recontectualize its prequel it cannot erase how it was when it first was released#yeah so like. i figured between how shit the studio heads were & how I didn't like the first game ot the second game#or really the spinoff which i played i am like the only bendy fan i know that played that thing#& I'm not like. super stoked for any of the 3 games they teased in secrets of the machine#which i think is fine btw secrets of the machine is okay but i refuse to judge it as a game because it's an advertisement#i think some of the secrets in that game like the poster one are stupid but most of it is fine kinda cool. glad they got to reuse#all those assets from previous games & also cameo the car from the mobile game#ANYWAYS i figured all this would pile up to mean i would cut off batim. but I haven't. when the next games come out i will#probably at least check out a playthrough maybe play them myself if they seem interesting#meanwhile. like. the fnaf 10th anniversary happened#they dropped a sequel to help wanted. they dropped 2 more fnaf games. & I don't give a shiiiiittt#i woke up the day after the anniversary & realized like. I don't like the games. I don't give a fuck about the books.#the movie has practical effects & was cute but nothing i will think about deeply. the lore is a industrial sized dumpster fire#I don't like the community i only play ONE fan game & i just don't care about this series that used to eat my brain whole on the daily#so i gave it a month. maybe this was just a depressive spike. but no it seems like something shifted in my brain permanently#I don't like fnaf anymore which sucks#but what sucks more is i still like this other piece of shit that has easily given me worse times
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don't be afraid to fall (cause i won't let you)
a/n hieeee again two am unedited angst writing :'D
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Paislie didn't remember how they'd gotten to the bathroom or how long they'd been leaning over it, wave after overwhelming wave of nausea washing over them even though nothing came of it.
There was blood on their hands. Blood that wouldn't come off. The blood of thousands of nameless babies, the blood of their sisters, their brother, the twins.
And the last show back in Showfall added so many more names to that list. People who had taught them trust and given Paislie their trust in return, only to have it end the only way it ever could have.
They looked down at their hands, stained red with Ranboo's blood from the bandages being changed, and Paislie couldn't help but wish what she saw were anyone's hands but hers.
The blood wouldn't come off, it never would, there was no point in trying, those babies are dead because of you, your siblings might still be in that death hole knowing you never looked for them if they're not already dead too because of you-
Paislie broke down in sobs, all but falling to the floor in front of the sink.
Their thoughts were like screams as they leaned against the rickety cabinets. They couldn't think, they couldn't move, the blood wouldn't come off their hands no matter how hard they scrubbed-
Hands gripped their wrists, pulling their hands apart, and Paislie realized they'd been scratching at blood that was no longer Ranboo's, but Paislie's own.
Paislie let their hands go limp. They turned their face down as another sob escaped their aching body.
"Hey, hey," Charlie said, gently leaning down to try to see their face. "It's okay-"
"No- no, it's not, I- stop it, don't you remember what I-"
"If this is about those kids, then no. It wasn't your fault, okay? None of them could have survived. You've already made stuff- way beyond the technology there is outside- here," he interrupted them.
Paislie couldn't bring themselves to look at him. They'd hurt him, he was avoiding it, what if he was only doing this until Randy and Sneeg got back from the food drive, what if Randy was already back and didn't want to talk to them-
"Paislie, Paislie, stop," Charlie said, sounding scared himself.
"Let me."
Paislie grasped at Charlie's hands as he slowly untangled them, a throat-scraping sob making their entire body shudder.
Smaller, though still firm hands replaced Charlie's touch.
"Hal."
They looked up at the nickname, only to make eye contact with Niki.
"I've got you, shh," Niki told Paislie softly. "Just breathe, okay?"
Paislie leaned into Niki. Their chest hurt but what was new about that, they thought automatically. You should be dead.
"Niki," Paislie sobbed out, grasping at the older's sweatshirt in an attempt to ground themselves.
Niki's hand slipped behind their head, cradling them gently. "I know. I know."
They were quiet for a moment. It took everything they had in them not to curl up as close to Niki as they could and give up fighting to breathe.
Little by little, they tried to block out the words that were already on repeat in the back of their mind. Little by little, it became instead reminders of Sneeg's existence. And Charlie's. And Randy's. Henrik's. Niki's. Ranboo's. And maybe somehow Hadlee's, though Paislie hardly dared to hope for that now.
Even with Niki's guidance, it felt like hours later when he finally stopped shaking long enough to walk back out and to the corner of the floor he shared with Ranboo. Charlie was already there on top of his own sleeping bag, playing what looked like some kind of old handheld game that must have been in the RV for a while.
"Hey," Paislie managed out. "Sorry. About- all that."
Charlie only looked up for a few seconds. "It's okay." He paused to consider his next words. "Probably not the first time that's happened to someone anyway, given the fact we're all.. us."
"Fair point," they offered halfheartedly in response. "Still."
The room was silent for another moment while Paislie glanced over at Ranboo, who had slept through the ordeal- which Paislie couldn't have been more grateful for. They needed the rest anyway.
Paislie looked up after seeing Charlie's handheld in their peripherals.
"Wanna try?" he offered, holding the small device out to them.
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
Paislie could've sworn he saw the faintest hint of a smile on Charlie's face.
They nodded with a tentative smile of their own as they accepted the offered device and scooted closer to Charlie to let him explain the controls.
By the time Sneeg and Randy got a glimpse of the two next, they were dead to the world around them, having quietly but energetically invested themselves in the game.
Randy could have sworn that despite the exhaustion lingering in their eyes, it was the happiest Paislie had looked since before they'd escaped.
#why do i apologize for my writing looking rushed every time it never gets better :'DDDDDDDD#tw everything. i talk about horrible fucked up things and i dont know what to even call this#aimsey writes about genloss#this has been in the drafts for a month along with ten other short things like it so im releasing one into the wild#this is trash but . its okay i like throwing words at people so its fine
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soooo. that new big time rush album huh
#how we feeling today rushers (。•̀ᴗ-)✧#also yes i've come back from the dead just to post abt this like. i owe this blog *this much* at least ykyk#anyway its like 3 in the morning here and ive just woken up after a vv long and exhausting day yesterday so this was a pleasant surprise :>#i haven't really listened to it in full yet bc idk adhd things but when the mood hits right y'all know i'll be VIBING#i never talked abt it but waves and can't get enough were great earworms so i'm excited to see how the rest of the songs will turn out#also hope everyone's doing well here on the btr side of tumblr hehe y'all been absolutely fed this year <3#is this gonna be allen's 2k23 tumblr comeback??? nah prob not i'm too in love with the fooo conspiracy atm but hey maybe also who knows 👀#(*heckler from the back of the audience* NO ONE CARES ABOUT U AND UR TRASH CONTENT IDIOT STFU FOREVER ACTUALLY!!!!!)#but yep. life has been fuck work has been a headache and so many unwanted tragic plot twists this year. but at least we got new btr lezzgo!#also happy pride month y'all!!! just saying this for absolutely no rhyme or reason related to this post at all wdym lmao ¯\_( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)_/¯#okay thats all promise i'll shush now and it's time for old grampa to disappear into the darkest recesses of the internet yet again hejdååå#btr#big time rush#another life#album#stop it forever#lmao i hardly remember my dumbass blog tags;;; it's for the best hdbfkgk
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Me explaining to my sister how I would adjust and fix the pacing of Castlevania Nocturne to flesh out all the interesting concepts it brings up without being able to do any of them justice
#its SUCH a cool show with some reallt amazing concepts and it just#felt so rushed#everything in season 1 really should have been split across 2 seasons#castlevania nocturne#i will probably make a stupid long post outlining my restructured plot at some point lol#but not tonight. i have work tomorrow lol#local trash goblin speaks
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I was lied to Pokemon Sword is so much fun
#i say this like i wasnt trashing on it when it was first announced 💀#BUT LOOK I WAS WRONG THIS GAME IS GOOD!#probably partially because they had time to fix the bugs 💀#but the gym challenges?? might be my favorite so far i love them all#the grass and the fire ones especially!#like yeah they're not stupidly difficult but they're creative too#and honestly there are some banger galar mons#i will say the routes are kinda week#especially in the first section of the game#the forest area with the glowinb mushrooms and fhe town in it though??? awesome#the story is what I'd expect of a pokemon story tbh#i think the only thing i actively dislike so far is team yell#they're not as funny as team skull and they're kinda boring (although their dialogue can be really funny I'll give em that)#but it's good!! im enjoying it!!!#reawakening my childhood joy or something idk#the wild area is honestly fun too like its a lil shallow but i dont mind it#oh and the characters so far are great#i also bought the dlc and i havent touched any of the crown tundra but the isle of armor is so fun#klara is hilarious actually she might be my fav rival so far 💀#and kubfu 🥹 i rushed to get him so i could use him for my playthrough and he kicks ass!!!!#so yeah im having fun with it#in case anyone was wondering where the random sword reblogs came from LMAO
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To Be Abnormal for a second Every Frame A Painting If Jo Is In It right... an exquisite top pick... his attitude and body language are So Cunty when he's in control of a situation... he's just very fun to watch and the Context that the cap is part such a sequence and what comes before and after elevates it...
Plus the lighting and color grading in the office is very suited to Jo's design with the purple and pink undertones, and the general framing/negative space/value distribution in that particular shot is Just Good; the blinds also make for a nice backdrop and the way he casts this really soft shadow behind him does a lot to make him subtly stand out from the background... ALSO I love the detail of the blinds being Kind Of Fucked Up In Places like he put his hands on them with a little too much force at some point and [being dragged away to be institutionalized]
BUT YEAH NO I DELETED THE POST BUT I DEFINITELY. HAD SOME THOUGHTS. AS YOU CAN SEE.
It's not JUST that it's A Disservice To Mr. Tsutsumi it's that... as I was sort of talking about at the stream with young [i.e. eighties] Jo although I didn't elaborate... this and some other decisions age him so much. Like, when Tsutsumi was actually around that age, he looked like this. A Baby.
And I just think... NOT having that wide-eyed innocence isn't as fitting. It's like buying into Jo's Belief that he's all-grown-up when really he's still got the mentality and coping mechanisms of a child at fifteen and hangs onto a great deal of it well into adulthood... I think it was important to give him a face people'd instantly want to protect to place visual emphasis on the enormity of everything going on in Jo's monologue.
Would also apply to what you were talking about in the MineDai-AraSawa comparison ask, how Arakawa might feel extra-concerned for him because he's younger [I can't say much because my age gap with most of my friends is big anyway, but I frequently see my friends in their mid-twenties or later feel that way with their friends in their early-twenties]
Like it's THERE I just want it to be there visually... in a visual medium... in the ONLY visual medium where de-aging someone with 100% accuracy would be possible... is that so much to ask...
HIS CUNTINESS YEAH that's the way to put it (❁´◡`❁) tbf i color corrected the scene Just A Little since the cap i had was just Weirdly Dark BUT the colors ARE still there.... his suit and overall character does just Pop against how white/grey everything is around him
AND YEAYEA THE FACT HIS BLINDS ARE A LITTLE BENT IN SOME PLACES it's a tiny detail but it's one of my favorite things i noticed- i didnt think it was worth mentioning but im glad you noticed it too (╯▽╰ )
BUT BEHIND THE LORE REASONS™️ TO NERF TTM'S LIPS YEAH lowkey that's how ive forever chosen to interpret jo's flashbacks and why he seems so much older in them (Alongside with arakawa sounding older than he reasonably should at that point BUT ig you can make a case of The Yakuza Aging Someone idk not the main point). i think rgg just knew that if they kept ttm's natural lips i wasn't going to take sawashiro seriously for any longer than five seconds before being wholeheartedly distracted.. ( ̄人 ̄)
#long post#snap chats#SORRY IT TOOK ME A BIT TO GET TO THIS i was finishin up that last comm and i was havin a quick shower. before a 3h walk.#no it doesnt make sense but i wont be able to shower tomorrow and Its Complicated NOT THE POINT ANYWAY#forever thinking about jo's fucked up blinds... bro what'd you see that had you so pissed.....i have to KNOW#I CANT EVEN BULLSHIT A REASON JUST LET ME KNOW WHY HE SO PISSED ALL THE TIIMMEE#rgg was smart in the nerf like bro gon be pissed and i Would Not have been paying attention ☠️☠️☠️#at least coulda brought it back for when jo was younger... but again i can justify it in my head not to...#makes it sadder that way... but also bring them back a mod even i'll even take a mod i just wanna see--#I FEEL LIKE MY RESPONSE IS TRASH BUT ITS ALSO CAUSE IM RUSHING CAUSE I GOTTA BOUNCE IN A COUPLE MINUTES SOOO#i have a follow up post regarding my. Sporadic Timing Nowadays but as for this ask BYE BYE TY FOR WRITING IN#AND AS ALWAYS TY FOR MOURNING THE LOSS OF HIS LIPS WITH MELKVAEJLVKJ#most sane. most sane rgg complaint.
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if you are unaware that you’re supposed to *lock* the door when using a public restroom, particularly if its a single-room/stall bathroom, well NOW YOU ARE AWARE. an opinion by me after walking in on an older dude at my new part-time job even after I knocked and tested the door handle to see if it was open
#he irked me so much like he was like hey! >:[ when i came in and I was like <:0 sorry!#and then he came out and went really in a rush to get to work are ya? NO u old coot ur just treating a public toilet like#its the one in ur house instead of locking the door and ANSWERING when someone knocks now shut up and let me take out this trash u dropped#all over the floor#Ye Heathen Boomer
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Love how we finally got a reference to Gotham Academy in a live action media for DC...and it’s just reducing the main character of it, Olive Silverlock, to a hook up for Turner in Gotham Knights (”At least I didn’t hook up with Olive Silverlock-”), are you fucking kidding me???
#this pisses me off cause i love gotham academy#its the one dc thing I have all the issues for#and olive is one of my favorite dc characters#as shes well written and the only issues i can say she has is definitely cause of dc clearly rushing the finale of the story#so not alot is explored in the end#but like i love how shes a character who doesnt like batman and the story never trashes her for it#cause yeah shes got valid reasons to not like him#and instead of wanting to be a superhero shes just trying to figure out what the hell is happening to her#and why its tied to her family and eventually batman and other villains#its a really good story#but of course#fucking gotham knights#reduces her to a fucking hook up for their failed attempt at a bruce wayne kid oc
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Here is her btw. On here she is my darling babygirl Squishface
I'm technically a prophet but the prophecies are presented to me in a language I can neither speak nor fundamentally fathom. so I just circle back to basically being normal
#Squishface#she has a hammock and a fence so she doesn’t try to climb onto my lap while I’m driving#this is actually her in a relieved state#i was packing to go back to school all day#and she’s so fucking scared of being left behind forever (got her as. an adult shelter dog)#so the last few trips taking stuff from my room#she rushed out the door making sure I don’t leave without her#and this is 1 minute after I asked her to get into the car#which made her realize I’m not leaving her#she’s currently snoozing (I’m at my Dad’s house)#(she is cuddling with my Dad because he has a bigger bed that is nearish the door so she can hear if I try to sneak away)#(I love her so much)#she’s been slowly teaching herself to keep her ears up. she’s gotten pretty good at keeping one up as long as it isn’t windy#she knows she gets more food if she does that because we all think it’s cute#her other ear is in its normal state#when I see her with her ear(s) up I call it#Listening with Intent#or#Listening Intently#because you know she’s paying every bit of her attention to you(r food)(sometimes it really is just you though :D)#anyways she has not yet fathomed the consequences of breaking into the trash#despite my many explanations
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